Work Text:
Kayn is willing to admit that sneaking up on Ezreal in the backyard and lunging from the shadows to 'attempt to assassinate him' (in the little brat's words) with snow was maybe kinda of a dick move. But in his defense, it was a joke.
His face was priceless, Rhaast agrees – which might actually be the biggest indicator that it was a little bit uncool.
But even if it was a dick move, he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve this.
“Ooh that looked like it hurt,” Ez taunts him as he practically fucking teleports from snowbank to snowbank, launching snowballs three at a time. “I thought you'd be a little better at this with Rhaast on your side.”
“When I get my hands on you-” Kayn grunts, lunging at him just in time to catch another two snowballs with his face.
If you get your hands on him... the little rodent is quick.
“You already got your hands on me this morning,” Ezreal simpers, winking at him even as he lobs another pair of snowballs right at Kayn's chest. “And I'm pretty sure putting your hands on me again is what got you into this war.”
“War, huh?” He gives up trying to chase the little brat and ducks behind a tree to get away from the barrage of snow. “That means anything is fair then?”
He hears a cackle behind him, the sound dripping like ice down his spine-
-no... that's actual ice down his spine-
“ Augh- ” he scrambles forward on his hands and knees to escape the literal fucking bucket of snow Ezreal just managed to aim into his hood and down the back of his jacket, “-you little bastard!”
“Y-you-” Ezreal wheezes through coughing giggles as he clutches his stomach, one mitten pointing at Kayn. “-your face!”
“A fucking bucket?!”
“All's fair!” Ezreal insists, but he's laughing so hard he wobbles and lands on his ass. Tears stream down his face and Kayn hopes they freeze. “But you should've seen-”
“Tactical error-” Kayn interrupts him, diving in for the kill – he may not be able to chase him down very well, but when he catches the little bastard it's game over.
“ ACK-” Ezreal’s screech cuts off as Kayn tackles him into a pile of snow, grabbing handfuls of it in his own mittens to jam into that big mouth.
“Eat snow, nerd-” Kayn taunts as he pins Ezreal between his thighs and jams more snow into his face, ignoring the muffled complaints and mittens slapping at him, “-that's what you get for-”
“ BOYS. ”
Uh-oh... mom's home.
Kayn scrambles off Ezreal and onto his feet, reaching down to yank the little brat up with him by the hood.
“Hey, Yone,” he says, all nonchalant-like, and smacks Ezreal on the back when he won't stop coughing and spitting out snow. “Thought you were gonna be gone all day.”
“And I thought you two were going to avoid killing each other for a single afternoon.”
Kayn offers his cheekiest grin, knowing he's not getting out of this unscathed regardless.
“To be fair, we avoided killing each other for an entire morning.”
“Yeah-” Ezreal pipes up, still spitting out assorted snow detritus, “-it's like four o'clock, that's pretty close to evening isn't it?”
Yone's eye twitches, a sure sign that he's gearing up for a lecture, but the inevitable tongue lashing is cut short by a solid SPLAT -
Yone blinks at them before raising a hand to the back of his head, squinting when it comes away snowy, and turns slowly back to face the house.
Phel waves from the roof, snowball in hand and a smile on his face as Alune packs another beside him.
He didn't...
Oh, but he did.
“I do what must be done.” Yone's quiet murmur is terrifying in its calm as he leans and rolls a snowball in each hand as if by magic, squaring his shoulders to face the house – where K'Sante and Sett are now emerging from the back porch. “It was nice working with you boys.”
And then all hell breaks loose.
Sett barrels toward Yone as he takes aim at the pair on the roof – only to be tackled into the snow by K'Sante before he can get a mitten even close. Phel takes a snowball to the shoulder and drops the one in his hand – promptly replaced by the arsenal of Alune's steady labor. One hits Yone in the chest and bursts into little clusters that pelt Ezreal and Kayn behind him – all while the snowy wrestling match devolves in front of them. Sett's hat is off, ears full of snow. K'Sante is missing a boot.
Ezreal squeaks out a hysterical little giggle and grabs Kayn's mitten as he attempts to use him as a human shield. “Truce and cocoa?”
This little weasel... he thinks he's so smart. Kayn can't help but lean down to kiss his cold little nose-
-and pick him up by the back of the coat to suplex him into the nearest snowbank.
Because all's fair in love too.