Part of an older scrapped project. Tags: Yuri, Lux, Vayne.
Vayne yawns as she opens a single crimson eye in order to inspect her blurry surroundings, the weight of at least one adult body comfortably resting on top of her own, with a pair of delicate feminine arms sleepily wrapped around the Night Hunter's form and a soft steady breathing soundlessly ghosting over Shauna's puzzled face.
Oh right…
Vayne sighs as she recognizes the small mumbles of her current blonde caregiver. Luxanna Crownguard might actually be the clingiest of all the Demacian champions she's been practically forced to share her bed with. The stoic huntress grumbles at that absolutely misleading thought. Well, forced was a pretty strong word to describe her present predicament and deep inside Shauna knew that those specific arrangements were meant to be for her own benefit and her peace of mind. But then again her dorm mates wouldn't take no for an answer and had warmed their way into both her chambers and her bed sheets after discovering that the tormented noblewoman was being plagued by night terrors and recurring nightmares every single night.
The blond light mage that was currently sleeping on top of her had been the first one to volunteer and offer her participation into what had been later dubbed as, 'Vayne Duty' as the Demacian ladies of the League had so aptly chosen to name this particular form of annoying her during the night. The Lady of Luminosity was cheerful and clingy, with terrible sleeping habits and more frequently that not, Vayne would wake up with Lux on top of her in some very awkward and uncomfortable positions.
It could have definitely been worse of course, especially if the petite light mage possessed the inhuman strength of either the vampiric huntress or the also extremely clingy Half-Dragon, Shyvana. But fortunately for Shauna, Lux had seemingly decided to assume all shifts of Vayne Duty by herself for some reason and so the sleepy huntress could now relax without having to literally peel Shyvana off her pale skin every few seconds or so in order to reclaim some semblance of personal space.
Sharing a bed with the Lady of Luminosity wasn't that different than having to stave off Shyvana's bone-crushing embraces, however. And the Night Hunter had tried escaping from the blonde menace a few times in the past, if only to finally have some peace and quiet and continue brooding alone on some distant rooftop. Luxanna's resulting disapproving pouts had been hard enough to deal with on their own until Garen had started lecturing her on a daily base about how un-Demacian it was to sadden his adorable little sister and flee from Demacian allies. Vayne had soon given up on her daring escape attempts if only to get the babbling baboon for a man off her face.
The vampiric huntress sighs irritably when the sleeping light mage somehow manages to pull herself even closer to her, the blonde noblewoman's nose now resting against the crook of the vampire's neck, Luxanna's even, relaxed breaths warming up Shauna's skin as the damn Crownguard brat wraps her arms and legs tighter around her grumbling living pillow.
Said brooding cushion sighs once more in the dark.
Patience, Shauna. The irritated Night Hunter silently keeps repeating inside her head. Perhaps tomorrow is going to be Sona's turn so you can hopefully finally get some shuteye. Don't make this into something that it is not. Both you and the Crownguard brat are women so it is completely alright for the two of you to share a bed as friendly acquaintances. You are overthinking things, Shauna. This is perfectly normal.
As if on cue Lux chooses that exact moment to plant a sleepy kiss against Shauna's throat. Vayne hisses like a ruffled kitten.