A deranged fucking piece based off of a convo i had with a friend. This is also on ao3 but i’m posting it here too just because 💀💀💀
Warnings - Smut, Kayn literally jorks his scythe???, idk just smut and a fuck ton of weirdness.
Kayn was bored. So utterly bored that the idea of practicing his edgy monologue he would say to his enemies while slaying them wasn’t even appealing to him anymore. On top of that, Rhaast was being oddly quiet for once. That damn demon would never shut the fuck up, always had to be yapping about something (mostly blood, death, and killing people). He thought he’d enjoy the day Rhaast would finally shut up and leave him alone so he wouldn’t look like a feral schizophrenic on the streets, but he found himself missing the constant banter. It just felt off. On top of that, he lost all hope that there would be a new mission to get him up on his feet and satisfy his boredom. Zed would’ve told him earlier if that were the case, Zed is never late. Kayn flopped down on his bed, glancing at the walls briefly before doing what any bored person would do. He whipped it out and stared at it for a good few seconds as if he expected it to talk to him, saying something like “Kaynnnn i am the holy meat stickkk ooooooo put me awayyyyy” It didn’t, Obviously. Being a feral schizophrenic does things to you. After a few seconds of staring at it like it was some kind of newly discovered creature, Kayn mindlessly started jorking it with his dominant hand, which happened to be his left. The same left hand with the corruption from the darkin. He held onto his scythe for support as he quickened his pace. Like any normal person would. Of course, Kayn never let go of his scythe, he even slept with it sometimes. All of a sudden, a weird aura enveloped Kayn. He stopped for a second before shrugging it off and continuing. He was far too bored to even care. Perhaps this would provide some form or entertainment to soothe his boredom. With his attention now focused on his left hand, he notices something odd. The corruption is still there despite Rhaast being unusually quiet…how strange. Usually the corruption comes and goes at will of either Kayn or Rhaast. Deciding to “ignore it” once again, Kayn increases his pace once again, gripping onto the scythe harder, his other, sweaty hand beginning to slip down the handle. “Kayn… stop that” a deep, rumbling voice spoke, threateningly. Rhaast. Although he commanded Kayn to stop, time his voice was quieter, and lacking of the confidence and authority the darkin had always flaunted.
“I can’t Rhaast, it feels good” Kayn replies, picking up the pace even more, his corrupted hand squeezing harder, seemingly moving on its own. His breath was ragged at this point, not quite used to the overwhelming sensations. He was a busy man, constantly killing things (noxians) and training. He couldn’t recall the last time he had time for himself.
“Damn you boy…” Rhaast chokes out. Just as Kayn was about to finish, in that small moment of vulnerability, Rhaast takes over Kayn’s body. Not enough to fully corrupt him, but enough where Rhaast is fully in control of his motions. Kayn could still feel everything, and Rhaast was well aware of that. Rhaast takes the initiative to go at an impossibly fast pace. He then aims his (kayn’s) purple headed yogurt slinger towards his non corrupted eye and just like that, stops possessing Kayn’s body. Everything happened so fast, Kayn couldn’t process his baby batter being shot into his eye until it actually hit.
“RHAAST.” Kayn growls out while clutching his baby batter glazed eye.
“heh heh heh” Rhaast chuckles in satisfaction.
As if things couldn’t get worse, Zed, who had innocently gone to Kayn’s room to give him news of a new mission, had witnessed it all. He was frozen in horror from the hallway through the slightly opened door. Zed considers spearing his eyes out for a split second before walking away, eyes wide, paler than a ghost.
