Vayne, Lux. The rescue. Yuri, Romance, Drama.
Beta Reader: Gmp1000.
Vayne shifts in her sleep as a body silently slips under her covers. The Night Hunter's mind still treading the boundaries of consciousness and dream. Shauna frowns, tendrils of thought flickering as the intruder borrows under the bed sheets towards the slowly waking huntress. The dark figure positions themselves on top of her, their limbs carefully placed on either side of Vayne, mindful of accidentally crushing her. Shauna catches a whiff of Luxanna's faint vanilla perfume and relaxes seconds before the light mage leans down and kisses her.
The two noblewomen's lips soon part. Bleary dark crimson eyes slowly open and find themselves staring into a bright mischievous pair of clean azure gemstones.
"Stop doing that." Shauna chides quietly while still tasting of Lux's lips in her mouth. "One of those nights I might mistake your for an assailant and attack you."
The light mage once again kisses the sleepy huntress softly as if in apology. Vayne grumbles something unintelligible, but wraps her arms around the frame of the younger woman as Lux lays next to her on the bed. The blonde spy's head nestling in the crook of Shauna's neck.
"How was your last hunt?" The spell caster changes the subject of the conversation on a whim. Lux tries to sound curious and indifferent. She miserably fails. Vayne can easily feel the tension escaping the blonde blue-blood's pores as she anxiously waits for her answer.
"Everything went well." The brooding huntress whispers reassuringly as she affectionately plants a chaste kiss on Lux's left brow.
At least half a decade ago when the two of them were still green and complete strangers, Vayne had been tasked by the crown with tracking down a dangerous Hemomancer that had taken residence in the capital city of their enemies, Noxus. The mission had gone bad from early on and not too soon afterwards Shauna had gotten captured.
Due to the Night Hunter's solitary nature, almost a week had gone by before someone had finally realized that something had gone awry. The king had then sent Lux, Demacia's best infiltrator to rescue the captured noblewoman two weeks after Vayne's capture.
Luxanna had found Shauna a pile of broken bones and abused appendages. Tortured literary to the blink of insanity for fifteen full days and nights the brooding huntress couldn't even make sense of her surrounding anymore when the light mage had sneaked into her filthy holding cell. Much less stand on her malnourished, broken feet and aid Lux with her rescue.
The blonde spy had spent two entire months nursing the abused Night Hunter back to health before Vayne was strong enough for them to formulate an escape plan. Hiding at a secret safe house, below a bakery in the heart of Noxus, Lux had performed a miracle by keeping the dying black-haired noblewoman alive.
For two whole months Luxanna would tend to Shauna's injuries. She would clean her wounds, change her bandages, and coerce Vayne to eat when the Night Hunter refused to do so. More importantly, the blonde aristocrat would strive to convince Shauna that this wasn't a dream or a cruel trick and that she was actualy truly awake. The younger woman would help the dying huntress bath, appease her when she broke down and lay next to Shauna at night to keep the other noblewoman warm when her body temperature dropped immensely due to her wounds and her torturer's poison.
It was during those times, when Vayne was scared out of her mind after reliving the tortures that she had endured in the hands of the Noxian interrogators and would desperately beg for the blonde aristocrat to end her life that Luxanna had started making a habit of kissing the shaken huntress to sleep at night.
This soft, insignificant kiss didn't mean much and it definitely wasn't romantic at first. The Demacian spy would simply lower her head and awkwardly brush her lips against those of her trembling wide-eyed patient before whispering her a few sweet nothings.
Shauna had cowered on her pillow, too weak to even try putting her arms between her body and her assailant. And Lux had silently hugged the frightened noblewoman, holding her gently in her arms until Vayne had finally cried herself to sleep.
The next attempts had gone a little better, admittedly. Perhaps because the light mage had moved at a snail's pace this time and kept her lips against Vayne's for less than a millisecond.
Shauna had become more used to the kissing routine after the first two weeks, the huntress' negative reactions to the new stimuli lessening considerably before finally disappearing completely. Sometimes she even kissed Lux back. Sometimes the blonde fairy would plant two kisses on Vayne's lips per night.
The two of them had never became official lovers after their successful escape from Noxus per se, but they occasionally made love. Lux would always sneak into Vayne's private chambers whenever the Night Hunter would return back to the Institute after a hunt to make sure that the secluded huntress hadn't been hurt or was suffering in solitude. Much like how Shauna would always lend an ear to the bright considerate woman that had carried her out of her personal hell and kept an eye out for Lux when she was near.
More often than not one of the two noblewomen would find her way into the other's bed. Cuddling in for the night and parting ways come morning had become a favorite habit for both of them.
"Vayne, are you alright?" Her blonde angel's worrisome tone slips in through the cracks of the reminiscing aristocrat's memory and brings her back to the present. Shauna blinks when she suddenly comes face to face with the concerned face of Luxanna. The huntress tightens her hold around the body of her kind light mage.
"I am now." The Night Hunter tenderly whispers as she kisses Lux and then goes back to sleep.
Vacation Day 22: I have written 25 oneshots so far and I still keep writing Vayne ships. I should find another brooding female vigilante champion to write about, but Vi and Riven just don't have the same flare to them especially with Demacian pairings. Perhaps Xayah... Morganna... Hmm.. Cassiopeia? Not all heroes wear snakes(kin). On another note a bald Teemo would make a great Lex Luthor.