Summary: A simple fluffy feel-good piece about Shauna nursing a crush on Fiora. Yuri tag.
"Oh, yes! I also like Jarvan's chiseled jawline, his kind blue eyes, his commanding and manly tone! I wouldn't say no if he wanted to make me his queen and future wife!" Luxanna Crownguard quips with a little giggle and the small company of female friends that is presently gathered around the table in the Institute's mess hall burst into fits of good-natured laughter.
Ahri being the next one to put her two Ionian cents in, smiles widely.
"Oh I know, I know!" The Nine-Tailed Fox exclaims in evident excitement. The grinning Vastayan's fluffy velvety tails happily swaying behind her as Ahri practically vibrates on her seat with barely contained elation. "But have you seen Pantheon's abs?" The young vixen huskily continues? "I would so let that rugged Targonian brute tie the knot any day in a jiffy!"
Another bout of excited laughter echoes across the crowded mess hall. Vayne smiles faintly as the usually antisocial Night Hunter busies her hands with a silver-tipped crossbow bolt, grateful to be included in the company of these loud individuals, but not wanting to participate into the conversation going on, lest she accidentally lets her own sexual preferences slip. Homosexuality wasn't viewed kindly in Demacia after all, and so the black-haired vampire had opted to keep her head down for the time being and hide her real preferences. The recent tensions of the appearing voidlings and fearful whispers of approaching war that had put everyone on edge would hopefully settle down soon enough, Vayne hoped.
"And what about you, Shauna?" Leona politely asks, wanting to include the reclusive Night Hunter in the small company's carefree discussion and not let the red-eyed huntress feel left out and ostracized. "Any handsome men out there that have been catching your fancy those days?"
The rest of the gathered women quickly turn towards the now panicking huntress and lean forward on the table in a clear show of anticipation for the pale woman's answer. Meanwhile Vayne's eyes are wild and open wide like saucers behind the thankfully concealing lenses of the tense Night Hunter's ruby eyewear. Shauna inwardly curses herself as she racks her reeling brains for a name. Any male name! Even as the traitorous eyes of the pale vampiric aristocrat minutely glance towards the face of her dear childhood friend, Fiora Laurent that's also leaning against the table with an interested look on her smirking visage.
"Ezreal..." Vayne finally breathes out the name of the first man that she manages to recall in the midst of her nearly crippling panic attack. Luxanna instantly smiles in approval as she gives the blushing pale huntress a big thumbs up and a nod of approval.
"Isn't he just dreamy?" Lux comments as if in a daze. "He is kind, he is smart, he has an interesting occupation and a caring personality too. I can see why you would go for the Piltover bachelor, mhmm." Lux smiles. "Of course Jayce isn't that bad either." The petite light mage quickly adds as if as an afterthought.
"Right.." Vayne awkwardly mutters, the vampire's scarlet gaze mournfully slipping away from Fiora as Ahri and Leona somehow get into a heated debate about whether Jayce is overcompensating for something with his hammer and why so many League champions wielded enormous weapons almost as tall as themselves.
Shauna's lips twitch into a fake reserved smile even as most of the conversation from that point on fails to register in the Night Hunter's frustrated mind.
'Coward,' The painful tug on her heart seems to say, and Vayne can't even pretend that she doesn't agree with the treacherous clenched pained muscle.
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Vayne grimaces when she opens her door late at night, only to find Fiora standing on the empty hallway with her arms wrapped around a pillow once again. And the Night Hunter sighs as she steps back and lets her childhood friend enter the room before she closes the door with an annoyed grumble and locks it.
"Did you dream of the duel with your father again?" The young Demacian vampire asks Fiora softly. The Grand Duelist merely dips her head towards the carpeted floor before she proceeds to lie down on Shauna's lonely bed.
The pale huntress irritably runs the fingers of one hand across her long midnight black trenches. The cursed noblewoman being slightly frustrated with Fiora's repetitive nightly visits. Although Shauna for all her cold mannerisms and solitary habits isn't one to abandon a friend alone after having a nightmare, even less so the very woman that she has been carrying a torch for since forever.
The mattress creaks lightly as Shauna lays down at the other side of the bed and turns off the night lamp. The Night Hunter closes her eyes, attempting to relax and possibly fall asleep despite the tantalizing knowledge that Fiora is currently messing with the silken bed sheet right behind her.
'Well, at least Fi's latest nightmare didn't cause her friend to burst into tears this time.' Shauna quietly ponders. Vayne can only hope that the usually snobbish and arrogant duelist is going to be alright and sleep soundly.
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'This is definitely not alright!' Shauna mentally shouts after she suddenly wakes up, slowly opens her bleary red eyes and realizes that she is currently spooning her dear childhood friend. Fiora's sleeping death grip on one of the brooding vampire's pale wrist that's coiled around her lithe waist trapping the frantic black-haired in place. The two women's bodies tightly pressed against each other like two matching puzzle pieces from the same colorful box.
Vayne has never previously noted just how perfectly her sleeping friend's body could fit into her arms, or ever entertained the thought of pressing a burning palm under Fiora's pajama top in order to rest her hand against the firm warm stomach of the other noblewoman. Hells, Shauna had never found her nose pressed against the short dichromatic hair of Fiora before now, her heartbeat about to explode singing right behind the sleeping duelist's back.
The curse aristocrat bites her lips nervously as the heavily blushing female vampire stealthily attempts to extract her incriminating appendages from the toned stomach of her slumbering best friend. Shauna's senses completely overwhelmed by Fiora's welcome presence. The cursed vampire's heartbeat still violently contracting inside her breasts and the sharp canines that are residing inside her mouth already extending from Shauna's close proximity to the obliviously sleeping Laurent beauty.
The seconds keep ticking by as Vayne shifts nervously. The low short breath that the panicked pale woman eventually dares to take, merely serving to guide Fiora's pleasant scent inside her nose and then all over Vayne short-circuited brain. Fi's reaction to the vampiric huntress' unsuccessful escape attempts is to press herself closer to Shauna and sleepily wiggle her hips against Vayne's lower stomach and thighs.
Vayne is pretty sure that she is going to need a new pair of underwear if this madness continues…
And then, as if on cue Fiora sleepily shift inside Shauna's arms with an unintelligible whiny grumble. The Grand Duelist' relaxed face now stopping mere inches away from that of Shauna's. The vampire's rigid scorching palms unwittingly cupping Fiora's hips due to the slumbering duelist's motions. Fiora's pajama top damningly riding up her chest resulting in the Grand Duelist's exposed breasts to gently press against those of the currently frozen vampire.
'Oh gods!' Shauna is panicking inside her brain. This was the last time she ever considered sharing a bed with the clingy aristocrat!
Vayne tries to ignore all of those completely new sensations. The way she can almost taste Fiora's breath against her mouth, the way the other woman's lips are presently mere inches away from hers, looking so soft and so plump and oh so deliciously seductive. The cursed Demacian vigilante tries to ignore how pretty Fiora looks without a permanently annoyed expression marring her beautiful face. How deceivingly fragile and delicate the duelist's body feels under her touch, the utterly baffling amount of warmth that engulfs Shauna's heart as she helplessly continues staring intently at her sleeping crush in sheer awe, true adoration.
Slowly, so very slowly, Vayne resigns herself to a night spent in this awkward position. The flustered vampire's arms tentatively sliding from their place on the duelist's bottom to the small of the other noblewoman's back.
Shauna settles down with her forehead lightly pressing against Fiora's, and in a moment of bravery Vayne dares to press a tiny kiss against the cheek of her peacefully sleeping best friend.
"Goodnight, Fi." Vayne whispers affectionately as she closes her hellish ruby eyes and finally lets her twisted vampiric body relax at last amidst the soothing warmth of the slumbering blue-blooded duelist's. Unbeknown to the relaxing huntress, however, Fiora's breathing pattern minutely changes for just a second and the edges of the duelist's lips tug downwards forming a dark disappointed scowl.
"You were supposed to kiss me on the lips, Shauna, you idiot! Not the cheek you thick-headed vampire!" Fiora abruptly exclaims as the peeved red-faced noblewoman abruptly opens her stormy blue orbs and crushes her lips against those of Shauna. The shocked vampire's eyes instantly snap open and almost bulge out of their eye sockets in response and Fiora just glares at Vayne harder.
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Notes: I miss Teemo chapters.