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He’s here again.
Your Vastayan ears twitch as you hear Ezreal’s distinct chuckle, paired with the tapping sounds of his boots. It’s a little dark and empty in the arena, with only you and him taking up any sort of space. He gives you a light grin.
“Hey, I knew I’d find you here, Boss!”
You turn towards him, practically towering over the small adventurer. He’s covered in large cuts from head to toe. Looking him up and down, you comment, “Out adventuring again, I’m guessin’.”
“Ha, what gave that away?”
“You look awful. Triggered another ancient trap?”
“Mmm, yeah, nothing I can’t handle though. It’s just normal routine, y’know? I break into some ancient temple, loot the place, and then make it either collapse on me or try to kill me on accident.”
You raise your chin a bit, scoffing at him. “You’re gonna get yourself killed someday if you keep going like that, you know.”
“Psssh, no way. This is just business for me! It’s as I said just now, it’s normal routine. You worry too much, Sett.”
“I worry just enough. Running straight into danger like that is sure to at least get you fucked up.”
“Bold words coming from the guy who literally throws himself into danger with nothing but his fists. You’re the one here running a big Ionian fighting ring.”
You narrow your eyes. “I don’t risk my neck in the pit nearly as much anymore, you know. Mostly everyone that comes here knows their place. Unlike you, but I know you’ve never exactly been the type to sit still.”
“Haha, you’ve got that right! Gotta keep movin, else I’m gonna miss out on all the cool shit I can take! Just like you, I’ve always gotta be on top. Hey, I could even take you down in a fight if I try hard enough.”
You place both your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to glare at him. “I could easily tear you to bits, shortie. Not even that little gauntlet of yours could save you.”
Normally, such an interaction would scare off Ezreal. If it came from any other tall menacing man, he’d cower away and admit defeat, but he knows you too well. He knows you’d never actually hurt him, no matter how much you threaten him, glare at him, or tower over him. He simply gives you an enthusiastic grin illuminated by the last of the dim candle lights in the arena.
“You know you would never.”
“...I know.”
You’ve done this before. On countless occasions, Ezreal would come back from his adventures all messed up and bruised, and he’d taunt you lovingly. He has you dancing on his fingertips, and he knows you want more of him every time.
And each time, you know you can never get enough of him.
You pick him up a bit by the torso to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you, still smiling as his lips were pressed to yours. You’re greedy. You want him all to yourself, and he’s well aware of this. You hold him closer, and stay there for what seems like ages.
...you might be a bit late to dinner tonight. Silently, you mouth an apology to your mother before diving in for another kiss.