???     ///     quartlet.

hi

this one’s for u gabby @quartlet​ this quarantine is making jhin learn a few dance moves!

( credit: motion, model, stage )

sidles up to him and worms his way beneath his cloak wing thing to keep warm

              inattentive azures fixated on particular rock structure,     attempting to understand if its form had always been the way he sees it now     //     has the rock undergone change   ?     was what perceived as immovable,     unchanging,     able to convert to its current form   ?     logical explanation behind it a bore,     more intriguing is the idea of life's dance interlacing itself with rock's time,     nature's dance wild    &    free,     the two conjoining to create what now sits before him.     attention,     however,     is fully diverted upon feeling one hide beneath his wing.     very same one that dons the guise of a cloak to foolish humans,     those that knew naught of the magical properties bestowed onto it,     over it    &    beneath it.

              speaking of lying beneath it,     just who is that   ?

              ❛     hey,     careful with the feathers   !     ❜     exclamation's delivered without second thought as he quickly turns around,     perpetrator revealed   !     in lieu of anger painting his features,     a smile finds itself forming on rakan's lips,      a chuckle elicited at the sight.     limb shifts,     only for hand to be placed against the nape of his neck    &    sheepishly rub it.     ❛     you startled me there for a second,     varus.      don't sneak up on a guy like that   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought

' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )

              it strikes him as odd at first.     hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly,     preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart    :    desire to live,     aversion for death,     hopeful for love,     love,     love.     '   life will make you grow,   '     it's a typical statement,     isn't it   ?     how traversing through life's bog    &    withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character   ?     he thinks that's it.     many times has it landed upon his ears    &    many times has he reaffirmed that notion.     rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil    ;    rather,     danger beckoned him forward,     cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations     ———     not like he didn't enjoy it,     though.     there was a thrill to be found in it,     taunting others    &    making out of it with every bone intact.     that's what he thinks,     at least.

              ❛     love won't ever die.     ❜     rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words,     humming    &    a grin forms on his lips.     ❛     'cause i do think that,     say,     love makes you do something crazy,     you'd still die feeling it    &    all.     that love,     i mean.     ❜     clears his throat,     delivering a confident nod,     pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder    &    fonder smile.     again,     again,     she's on his mind.     just like it's always been.     just like it always will be.     ❛     maybe they're right.     love won't ever die,     but that's only if you ask me   !     ❜     immediately his tone changes,     heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing   !     ❛     take it from me,     i've got an 80% chance of being right.     10% chance of being a little off the mark,    &    that last 10%     ...     it might look like i'm off the mark,     but i'm actually right on the center   !     so,     really,     it's actually 90%.     isn't that interesting   ?     ❜       ///       @lightshielded

happy new year happy new year why you got yo dms sayin "ric's boyfriend" if u got a girl....

yeah mind ya business

u know what fuck it, starter call with no cap, let’s go. mutuals only, as per usual!

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@death-from-below​ said :   [ praise ] uwu

              to relieve their desires.     that was the purpose of this,     no heart must drip onto his actions,     they must all be guided by a lecherous want that overtakes his body,     overrides emotion    &    reasonable thought     (   not like the latter mattered much here,     anyway   ),     allows each touch to be void of deep care,     only a superficial level of it is exhibited.     rakan is rough,     because he feels it's right,     because he knows that this is what pyke wants.     the mewls that escaped trembling lips were indicative of such,     stems from the touch at his chest,     where rakan's hands maintain their focus,     groping,     rubbing.     eliciting each whimper,     each moan that coalesced with clarity to form rakan's name drove him to further extents,     to continue touching    &    touching such a touch starved individual for no other purpose than to please.     himself   ?     pyke   ?     ...     a query without an absolute answer.

              ❛     yeah,     you like that   ?     ❜     there,     each feature shifts to form a smug countenance,     evincing his own amusement of pyke's words of praise,     the pleas that told him he's amazing at this.     the begging request,     don't stop,     it fuels rakan's ego.     pride dwells deep within his heart,     within this lust that burns through his body,     very one that has him pressed against pyke.     can he feel it   ?     it's a wonder,     but he's sure he can.     ❛     lose the mask,     babe     ...     ❜     a hand's travel is sluggish,     but eventually tugs at the bandana,     nonverbal request for its removal.     he wants to see him.     ❛     your eyes are nice,     but i wanna see you.     all of you.     ❜

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@shadowhelmed​ said :   *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege

              this was bound to happen.     /     they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield,     life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy,     for their causes    &    beliefs lie in conflict,     sparking desires for war    &    battle,     for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background.     the ends do not justify the means.     a canary must sing nature's song,     hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion    &    love for her creations,     for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it    ;    there is no question to it,     it must be left intact.     to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings,     it is to manipulate her benevolent will    &    transform an amiable love into a malicious force   !!     to commit atrocities all in the name of an order   !!!

              notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent,     there was kayn who proved to be distinct.     perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing,     though the initial intent was to deceive.     this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming,     the act of befriending a foe for intel is just,     for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly   ?     but who must bear the title of fool   ?     kayn   ?     no.     even if original intent was to deceive,     even if their friendship had been found on initial lies,     that will disappeared the more he came to know him.

              each conversation served one absolute purpose    :    bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home,     that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees,     the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day.     all what was brought to light     ...     was a newfound care for him,     came with a silent denial,     an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments,     while a side of him advises him to accept it.     accept he cares for kayn,     that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile,     no matter how small,     its power to brighten room was indubitable     ———     that whenever he bared his heart to rakan,     rakan would accept it,     he would not shatter this trust they've built,     knowing that trust itself is fragile    &    can never truly be recuperated if broken.     each time they gazed at one another,     each time dawn threatened with sun's calling,     rakan was aware of his own feelings    :    the feeling of not wanting to leave,     that sentiment of i want to protect you.     a force that cannot be trampled by time itself,     one that life cannot wish to understand,     no matter the desire for chaos    &    conflict,     the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.

              now     ...     they lie in bed,     kayn atop rakan's form,     pressed deep within him,     hands placed against hips,     steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him.     to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself,     it would be a blatant lie,     kept in control,     for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous.     /     though communication is a struggle,     though the path of what they have is rocky    &    it may never come to perfect fruition,     that's ok,     they have each other.     to tread upon dangerous,     mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone,     rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward.     /     pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him,     for him to press deeper without fear,     it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases.     then,     comes the unexpected,     hands come to wrap around his neck,    &    he gasps.

              ❛     whoa,     what're you     ...     ❜     perplexed at first on his actions,     then digits begin to press down against his next,     efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs,    &    albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists,     subsequent words betray his actions.     ❛     don't stop.     ❜     conflicting feeling of pain    &    pleasure,     an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart,     it grows    &    grows until it's overflowing.     it's not passion,     it's not trust per se,     but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed.     to trust someone with hands around his neck,     it's new.     he doesn't want it to end,     he won't allow it to end.     ❛     keep going,     keep choking me,     keep fucking me.     i'll     ...     tell you if it's too much,     i promise.     ❜

???     ///     portaljumps.

        ❛ i know you ! ❜     she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ?  nothing, of course !  a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man.  she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ?   she had yet to figure that out.   ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )

          ❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan !  did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜  an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !

@feyquil·.

              not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity    &    the natural silence of the forest,     craving naught but some shut - eye    &    a visit from pleasant dreams.     (   what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his   ?     perhaps a world where peace reigned    &    he could spend time with his beloved,     or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty.   )     alas,     it's all but a distant desire now,     what with the sudden noise from boisterous child.     there goes his sleep.

              ❛     huh   ?     oh,     yep,     that's me   !     the one    &    only r - r - r -r - rakan   !    you got it right,     kiddo.     ❜     albeit sleep's his ultimate goal,     maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt.     he can only hope slumber revisits him later.

so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.

rakan’s dick is literally just seven inches. yes he takes pride in it. 

rakan likes to switch, through and through! while he’s happy to mostly give up the position of control n let someone top him, he also likes topping, so like. don’t write him off as just a bottom 100% of the time!

rakan’s nipples n pecs are sensitive, it’s the area where he likes to be touched the most! just groping him there, grabbing his nipples and playing with them a bit, that’s enough to make him flinch & let out a heavy breath, absolutely refusing to moan. ofc, if you’re persistent, he’s bound to moan at some point.

he’s really good with his mouth, probably because he doesn’t have a gag reflex? but aside from that, it’s likely because he knows how to use his tongue, how to suck someone off real good without any problem.

rakan’s a missionary type of guy, and that’s that on that. be it for a simple fuck n go or one of the more intimate moments where hearts become one, he will opt mostly for mission. unless you want to ride him -- or he rides you? that’s an exception he’s willing to make.

speaking of simple fucks and intimate moments, how rakan goes about the two is very different. one is mere fuckbuddy potential or one night stand, the other is if he truly, deeply cares for you enough to love you. in the former, his movements are more impatient, or he’s working slow to deliberately tease & get you to bed. everything feels more desperate, more hungry. if it’s intimate, he takes his time, really does, and in lieu of whispering dirty phrases, meant to turn you on, he’s working specifically to try and make you feel loved. comforted. he’s incredibly passionate, asks you if you’re enjoying it, if you’re ok, he prioritizes your comfort the most. it’s not a simple minimal conquest for pleasure, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you through his actions & not just his words. it’s one of the few times he abandons his cocky demeanor to be serious and put you at the forefront. it’s his method of loving.

...............anyway he likes scratching your back if you’re topping him. he wants to leave his own marks one way or another. speaking of marking, please kiss and bite his neck. he loves that. likewise, he’ll do the same, whenever given the opportunity!

ALSO AFTERCARE. he’s really good at aftercare. there’s always going to be praise and cuddles after sex. well. depending on the muse ig FDLJHFDLJH

rakan’s willing to try anything once, honestly? but if he doesn’t like it he’ll let u know, just so they never rly do it again.

rakan isn’t afraid to use his charms to try and seduce someone, since all is fair in love and war. ofc, the sex there is bound to be shallow, since you might see him as an object to derive pleasure from, just as he’ll see you.

this is honestly just an idea more than it is a hc but. can u use magic during sex? no? well now you can! i say fuck the orthodox principles that try to bound me LFDJHDFH