I’m gonna try and do some fanfics to fill the time!! I will do regular fanfics, headcanons, little drabbles, or maybe some full series if I have enough brain cells:D
@anymoues: Can I request a yoru with a male s/o whose ability is the same as fiddlesticks powers form League of legends pls
warnings:suggestive, swearing
a/n: main focus: “Q, Terrify: Passive: While Fiddlesticks… is not visible to the enemy team… the next damaging ability will additionally fear targets hit.”
Yoru looked good from behind.
Not that he didn’t look any worse from the front, no, it’s just… You know, maybe it was the radiant in you speaking.
It wasn’t like you didn’t thrive off of the fun of scaring people before, it’s just that the first light and your powers made it much easier and much more exciting. You didn’t have to try much at all anymore, although that didn’t quite work to your benefit sometimes. You couldn’t really prevent what came after not making your presence known from the get-go.
Exhibit A: Yoru, right now.
What made him so attractive?
He was virtually the same as he always was. Though, that wasn’t a point to be made. You were dating for a reason.
Maybe it was his back muscles being so pronounced? Or the idle calmness he radiates as he watches the bickering of the common room ahead of him? No matter.
In a single, swift movement, you wrap your arms around him and interlock them at his midriff. “Hi, Yoru.”
Yoru ungraciously yelps out loud, very loudly. You have a tidbit of a feeling it’s not a scream worthy of the “manly”. His arms, which had been previously crossed, move as quick as a blink to undo the clap you have around his torso. Just as quick, he turns to look at you. “Holy fuck, (y/n)!”
The other agents turn towards the commotion, some snickering, though turn back to what they were doing upon seeing you.
“…Hey.” Right. You’d yet to make your presence known. “Sorry, love.”
Yoru shakes his head and turns back to his previous position, knowing you were a fan of it. You hug him from behind again, and he sighs. Out of spite, you’re sure, he keeps his arms crossed.
“Why are your footsteps so silent?” He grumbles. “Surely it’s not too much effort to step heavier, or something.”
“I’m afraid I’m not conscious of the way I walk.” He huffs at that, and you’re also sure he rolls his eyes with it. “But, if it helps you sleep at night, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t sleep at night. I’m having nightmares about you.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, because you’re sure he’s lying. “I’ll make it up to you, then.”
He grumbles grumpily, as if he doesn’t believe you. So you continue, “I’ll sing your praises every night, I know you’ll like it. Or, if you want, I can do something different. I can run to town to grab you breakfast. I can roll out the red carpet every time you take a step, or instead praise the very ground you step on. I can-”
“I get it.” He snickers, and you know you’re getting to it.
“No, you don’t, not yet. I have many,” You breathe out a laugh, almost breaking character, “oh so many other ways to make it up to you.”
“Do you?”
“I do. Starting with…” A kiss, on the neck. The side of his neck, where his shoulders meet his neck. It’s quite warm, you notice, and it only grows warmer.
“One kiss?” He laughs, as if mocking your idea of compensation.
“Or two… three, if you want that. Or, actually, as many as you want. As many as my pretty boy’ll have.” You give him another kiss, maybe two or four, Yoru isn’t keeping count. He swears that shivers go down his spine with each one. “Sounds good?”
“Sounds…” And again, another. He knows you feel the shiver from this one. “good, yeah. Just…” He clears his throat, “not here.”
“Not here?”
“No.. no, not here.”
One of your dastardly crows lands on his shoulder, and his nose crinkles. It’s a sign of victory. He can basically feel the smirk in your next kiss. And fuck, he curses it, but he blesses it at the same time.
