Author's Note: Hello readers! :D, sadly WaddleBuff is missing in action and this chapter is also not beta read :(

I forgot to ask this in my lemon, but please tell me in reviews if you want a second (or even third) lemon in this story.

Also I have started a second story for you guys to read in between the long waits of this story's chapters, this story has first priority though :D

"Shit! I don't like EzrealxSona, but you make me cum like a water pump in the middle of the beddddd! Damn it! It looks like I'd just fucking wet the bed!"

lol, my bad :3

"Oh Caitlyn you perv... Another great chapter from you! Even without Waddlebuff's ungodly beta reading there were little to no errors from what I could see. Sona's by far one of my favorite females in the League of Legends because.. well she's just downright awesome. Anyways I'm really enjoying your story thus far even if I'm not a huge fan of the Ezreal. I'm looking forward to your epic quest to restore Sona's voice via one of the creepiest and randomest methods... Best of luck!"

It won't that creepy or random (I guess _) and thanks :D

Ezreal walks along the granite balcony of the institute enjoying the outside view, his mind filled with memories of what had happened the night before, still sobering from their night of pure lust. A sudden sound from his abdomen snaps him out of his thoughts about Sona's touch and her moans.

Feeling his stomach rumble he decides to head back to the dining hall for lunch, he passes Otis and other summoners handing out newsletters as he walks down the ornate hallways. Upon noticing Ezreal Otis walks towards him and passes him a note.

"You might be interested about what is in this." Otis says, his normally gleeful eyes staring at him with an unsettling feeling.

Otis then hurries off to catch up with the other summoners.

Puzzled about what had just unfolded Ezreal opens up the note. A scrawl of illegible text is littered on the yellowing paper. However the most interesting thing on the note is the picture of an octagonal shaped crystal embedded into some sort of jewellery.
"Is that the amulet?" Ezreal queries himself
Ezreal spins around about to ask where Otis had found the note, but he had already left.

Ezreal awkwardly eats his piping hot glazed ham, under the eyes of all of the carry's on the table, all of them whispering to each other.

"Why don't you ask him then?" Vayne whispers, being overheard by Ezreal.

"Um… is something wrong?" Ezreal asks

Before any of them could answer, an old summoner walks up to the table.

"Hello marksmen" he says with a smile "The free champions for this week is Ezeal and Quinn. Have fun out there you two."

Ezreal and Quinn collectively sigh, this week he would most likely be paired with many incompetent summoners. He stabs a piece of ham with his silver fork and nibbles on it.
Ashe puts a hand on his shoulder

"Everyone has to go free at some point right? Cheer up it will only last a week" She says

"I guess" Ezreal replies

Champions begin to slowly file away as they finish their meals, Ezreal stays at his seat, fixated at the crude picture of the amulet.

"Maybe someone else knows about it?" Ezreal ponders

"Kog'maw lets go." Malzahar says, disturbing Ezreal.

"Hey Mal, have you ever seen an amulet that looks like this?" Ezreal asks as he spins around and holds out the picture.

"Did I give you permission to call me by that name?" Malzahar asks with a hint of aggression

"Oh uh sorry Malzahar" Ezreal apologises

Malzahar's eyes glance at the picture for barely a second before sternly replying with a no. Malzahar then leaves, with Kog' maw behind him.
Ezreal sighs and stands up, ready travel around the institute in order to ask as many other champions about the amulet as he can.

After receiving nos from every champion he had asked, Ezreal is just about ready to give up, heading back to Sona's room to rest he spots Ahri. Ezreal is yet to ask an Ionian as most of them are always out in the surrounding forests training their combat skills and Sona doesn't know much about Ionia due to her upbringing. He sighs deeply and walks up to Ahri.

Ahri sits comfortably on the expensive plush suite facing the fireplace, smoothing out her fur most likely from another encounter. She turns around and smirks at Ezreal.

"Hey blondie, did you get bored of Sona already?"

"No I didn't Ahri" Ezreal says calmly "Anyway could you tell me if you have seen this before?"

Ahri stares blankly at the picture.

"I have" She replies

"That's great!" Ezreal says with excitement. He had finally found a lead on the amulet.

"But that was back when I was a fox, I don't remember much else"

"Oh, well thanks anyway." Ezreal says shaking her hand.

Ahri's tone changes one Ezreal lets go of her hand.

"Hey Ez… You don't hate me right?"

Ezreal is taken aback by her question, pausing before giving her a calculated answer, although he isn't particularly fond of her, he didn't hate her.

"I don't hate you, what makes you think that?" Ezreal asks

"It's just… never mind" Ahri says with a small hint of sadness

"Um alright then, I guess I'll be going now, bye Ahri" Ezreal says with guilt.

Ezreal sighs crossing his arms as his steps echo down the hallway. Today had been a long day, Ezreal just wants nothing more than to rest.

Ezreal strolls to his room; his eyes widen a fraction as he sees Sona patiently outside his room. His face blushes red as he remembers their activities last night. When Sona turns her head she spots Ezreal, instinctively rushing over to him and hugging him.

Several seconds later she pulls away from him, her face as red as Ezreal's.

"I missed you today" Sona says while looking down at her idle feet.

Ezreal smiles

"Me too." Ezreal says while unlocking his door, welcoming her in.

Ezreal simply kicks off his worn out shoes and falls back onto his bed, shutting his eyes. He feels Sona's body climb onto the bed and lie on Ezreal, Sona's breaths tickling Ezreal under his chin. Ezreal slowly opens his eyes to a welcoming sight.

They both smile at each other.

"You look beautiful tonight." Ezreal says, not breaking their eye contact

They move their faces closer to each other, locking their lips in a passionate kiss. As their tongues dance around each other Ezreal found himself thinking about his current state. Nothing to him mattered more than Sona. Everything else just seems to fade away when he is around her, all his troubles, his worries, everything. He hugs her tighter, never wanting to let go of her.

"Ezreal, you are holding on to me a bit tightly." Sona giggles as they break their kiss.

Ezreal loosens his arms around her shapely waist.

"Oh sorry" Ezreal replies with embarrassment.

Ezreal quietly yawns as Sona shuffles her weight across Ezreal.

"Tired Ezreal?" Sona says as she lies down next to him, pressing herself against him.

"A bit." Ezreal replies as he slowly closes his eyes again.

"So, are you still too tired to do… that?" Sona asks in a sultry voice while pressing her chest against his back.

Ezreal pauses.

"I think I can stay up for a while longer." Ezreal says before he presses his lips against Sona's.