#yasriv

I have been shipping YasVen since Wind Hobo™ came out on December 2013 and just—I've been sitting on an idea for a week now.

So Yasuo is going to Bilgewater, right? And judging by Awaken and the Sisterhood of War, Riven is captured and drafted back to Noxus.

What if, Riven escapes, and tries to find a ship back to Ionia? Or be on the run all over Valoran? Cool, right?

BUT WHAT IF—

THEY MEET. When seeking a ship, where does one go in Valoran? Bilgewater. They could meet there. Or perhaps they could meet on the road as Yasuo travels more inward into the mainland. But however they cross paths, they become unlikely allies that have adventures all over Valoran, fighting Noxians, bandits, mercenaries and more.

Then IDK, he drops her back to Asa at Ionia and goes back to being a hobo bc he has talent in being one?

Or the

"Where are you going now?"

"Anywhere. I've no home to belong to."

"You belong with us now Yasuo."

Trope. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Either way I need my Yasuo/Riven adventures goddammit

“Come on in. It’s not that bad, I promise.”

The warm Ionian sea was up to Yasuo’s waist, and it lapped playfully at his bare skin. His eyes were narrowed against the afternoon sun, looking back up at the shore, where Riven stood with her arms crossed firmly over her chest.

“I’m fine where I am,” she said stiffly, unable to completely hide the nervousness in her voice.

Yasuo sighed, shaking his head. Slowly, he made his way back to her, his loose hair dripping down his back. He stopped just before her, watching as the waves turned the hem of her thin white dress grey.

“It won’t hurt you, you know.”

“It tried.”

Yasuo bit back a smile. The trepidation in her voice was unlike her. He raised a hand, brushing the burnt-honey skin of her shoulder with his fingertips. He traced the hard lines of her arm down, over the rough scars of her forearms, until he reached her fingers. Slowly, he untangled her hands from one another, and he held her fingers lightly within his own.

“We’ll go slow,” he said softly, reassuringly.

Riven bit her bottom lip, looking past him and eying the wide expanse of the sea warily. She said nothing but allowed him an almost imperceptible nod.

Gently, he led her forwards, keeping their eyes together the whole while. She inhaled, just a little sharply, as the water rose past their ankles. He felt her hold on his fingers tighten, and he rubbed them as reassuringly as he could with his thumb. He paused once the water was up to their knees.

“Doing okay?” he asked.

Riven glared at him, and he smiled.

Taking her other hand now, he led her forwards several more steps. The water was up to their waists now, and Riven’s hands tightened in his.

“W- Wait,” she stammered, abandoning her previous show of stoicism. “Yasuo, wait.”

He paused, waiting until she seemed to have regained her composure. Her face was flushed from the sun, and her brow was furrowed in equal parts concentration and hesitation. Yasuo kept the laugh in his chest to himself, instead simply pulling her forward another step or two.

“You’re doing great,” he said, as the water began to lick at their arms.

“Easy for you to say,” she muttered, keeping her eyes firmly on the emerald water around them.

Yasuo paused once the water was up to their chests, and he held Riven’s hands under the surface.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he said gently, and Riven looked up at him for the first time. There was a moment of hesitation in her amber eyes, before it disappeared. Slowly, she lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck. His own hands sank lower in the water, until they wrapped around her waist, and pulled her just a little bit closer.

“Yasuo…” she began, but he cut her off with a soft kiss. Her lips tasted like salt and sunlight, and when she pulled away, her cheeks were more flushed than before. “Okay,” she said simply, resting a little more of her weight against his chest.

“Just trust me,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers for just a moment before pushing off with his toes. She gasped suddenly, her arms tightening around his neck as their feet left the sand. With confident kicks, he led her further away from shore.

“Yasuo, Yasuo-,” she started, the panic rising in her voice as she pressed her body against his. She was slipping, and the water was up to her chin. He could feel her legs move, frantic, under the water.

“Calm down,” he said, softly but firmly. “Try kicking with your feet. Extend them as much as you can and kick.”

Slowly, he felt the pattern of motion change beneath the water, and Riven’s head rose several inches. She gave a short, breathless laugh, and looked up at him.

“I’m doing it,” she said, suddenly childlike. “I’m swimming.”

I don't know if I'll ever find you again, but to the Yasuo who played along and called me princess in game, I want good things for you.

Confession by @yasriv