——— PRODIGAL.

ez 🌱

like a dream, she has built her own paradise, a haven away from the world beyond, where all is tranquil within the gates of solitude that is her home. where the air is still and the sun shines its gentle glow upon her skin as it crests above the horizon, she feels a peace here that she cannot anywhere else. looking upon ezreal's face beside her, too, cements this state of blissful warmth into this realm of forever pressing into the rivers of her mind. it smells of autumn, of the cinnamon and cloves and spiced orange from the candles that burned just the night before. ahri admires ezreal's face quietly when his head begins to rise, and she swears her heart stutters and her stomach leaps at the sight of his smile.

her hand remains, though now it drifts back and forth, lithe fingers running through his hair again and again, with the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against his scalp before the pads press down to massage gently into his head. ezreal's excitement is palpable, bleeding off every twitch of his mouth that bursts into a grin, and ahri could hardly contain her own happiness when she drinks in the radiance of this moment. no one's dreamt of this moment more than each tireless soul within heartsteel, but ahri has been cheering and championing for them from day one.

a bell of laughter passes between soft lips, a sweet melody in the morning light. " ez, i wouldn't miss it for the world, " ahri finally answers, smiling just as wide. her eyes widen ever so slightly when she notices he's gotten just a touch closer, but it only earns him a look of fondness unfurling over her face. she lowers her hand from his head, and her fingers dance and glide down his arm until she's wrapped her own around his frame. " in that case, you're stuck with me until he does. you can tell me all about the plans for the day, and i'll make sure it's perfect for all of you. "

☆ — When his previous record fell through, leaving him out in the rain after the flop of his album, Ezreal was afraid that was it. He was afraid of slipping into obscurity again, of being the kind of person where people ask 'Remember him? Where did he go?' The thought of being cast away like so many times before was enough to bring startled tears to his eyes. The anxiety was stifling, choking him, but then he met Sett and as they talked, Ezreal's passion sparked again. Now, lying with the Ahri combing her fingers through his hair, it's hard to imagine he ever felt such despair.

He's on top of the world, and Ahri is right there with him.

Ezreal grins, sliding an arm beneath her head, like he's more comfortable than her perfect pillows. "Well, between me and Kayn, nothing about this party's gonna be boring. But K'Sante and Lio are the ones in charge of decoration. Apparently they don't trust the rest of us..." A roll of his eyes, but Ezreal's grinning, his fondness for his bandmates unmistakable. "So I'm gonna show up later, let them do all the annoying work. Between the six of us, we've got some pretty good connections, so there'll be a lot of big names there, but I think you'll be stealing the show..."

A pause, where he looks over at Ahri, seeming to really see her for the first time since he woke up, drinking in the sight of her beside him, smiling at him, believing in him. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone. Kayn's gonna pee himself when he sees you." And then, more serious, "I'm really glad you're here with me. I mean — not just, in bed, though that's nice too, but like — you know. With me with me."

sunlight dapples upon her skin and illuminates her honey blonde tresses in such an ordinary way that's unlike any other morning, except today, a different veil of comfort, peace, and warmth envelop her with ezreal by her side. for once, it's just the two of them. it's a small and quaint run - of - the - mill motel with peeling wall paper and carpet stains and tattered blinds with one even crooked and askew, but it doesn't matter to her because right now, it's the most special place in the world, simply for the fact that she's happy with the man she is so hopelessly enamored with. there is no one like him in this world. lux thinks he's remarkable, and each day she's with him is a new, exciting adventure that leaves her heart racing and filled with confidence and daring, exhilarating joy.

her family feels so strict, sometimes, and she knows they'd never approve of ezreal, but she doesn't care.

lux peers over her shoulder, breaking contact with her phone's screen for a moment, smiling soft and low in the blooming radiance coming aglow over her face marveling the light pouring in. " good morning, handsome, " she greets in return, turning even further so that she can stretch up and press a sweetened kiss to his lips. she brings her arm over to excitedly show ezreal her phone. " i knooooow, but, look! " she's on tiktok, of course, and on her screen is a horde of puppies trying to bob for apples. " aren't they cute? " there's such gentle innocence written across her countenance as she briefly looks back at her phone. she breathes in a quick breath, giving a slow pause before she finally speaks up again. " i was just thinking about how nice it'd be if we could have a puppy or like five cats, some day. we could have a farm! "

⋆ — There's no way Ezreal could be mad at her. Not when she turns the phone towards him. Truly, he doesn't think there's a man on the planet who could resist the sight of puppies bobbing for apples, especially when it's being shown to him by the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Ezreal's eyes light up, eyebrows pulling together, and he snuggles closer to get a better look. "Oh! Look at their tails, Lux, please. They don't even know what they're doing but they're happy to be there..."

Then, once he's seen his fill, Ezreal's eyes lift to hers, his smile warm like honey from sleep. Normally, a farm would seem like a whole lot of work, but with her? Ezreal thinks he could he happy doing anything as long as she's by his side. "A puppy? We need at least two, or they'll get lonely. We could live in the forest, trees all around us with a huge yard for them to play in, and the biggest catio you've ever seen. I've seen enough people build them on tiktok — we could do it, easy."

Ezreal's always been afraid of the future. He's afraid of the expectations — of who his parents want him to be, of the white-picket-fence life that the world expects him to settle down into. He's afraid of getting old, of getting complacent, of the aches and pains that'll stop him from doing all the things he loves, but when he imagines Lux alongside him, Ezreal thinks it might not be so bad.

Brushing the hair from her face, Ezreal leans down to kiss her sweetly, then presses another to her shoulder, enjoying the warm feeling of her skin against his. "But the big question, babe. Do you want chickens, or cows?"

‎‎‎‎— ‎‎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ezreal & lux, written by R and Rina ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

common love isn't for us — wise words she's listened to on repeat for far longer than she should have dared, but it rings all too true, doesn't it? in this life of stardom, unending radiance even beyond the cameras and their ever prying eyes, they are always watching, waiting, dying for the next scandalous and salacious detail to plaster all over the front page of every magazine. it never meant anything, at first, and it was never meant to extend beyond playing pretend to play the part of the perfect couple everyone dreamed of waltzing down red carpets with smiles wide and blinding, even in the face of the brightest stars in the sky and the moonlight aglow just above. it was only meant for publicity, to catch them the attentions of every busybody willing to hear them out for free press on their music, the brand of simply who they are.

but, for as charming and alluring as she is, ezreal is infectious and pulled her within his grasp. she doesn't quite remember the moment the shift in the balance of the world changed, but one day, she woke up and ezreal's smile was the most beautiful thing in the world. molten gold, an unspeakable warmth that presses upon her skin with a comfort unlike anything she's felt before, he is the sun manifested into one brilliant soul.

ahri rolls over in her bed, covers wound tight around her to keep warm from the morning chill. at long last she's allowed him to stay over in her own private home, and for once, she hadn't banished him to her living room sofa. the ears atop her head wiggle, and she smiles down at ezreal before she runs a hand through those sea - green locks. " you know, " ahri starts, voice as soft as a gentle breeze, " if you don't wake up soon, you're going to miss your release party. "

☆ — It feels like a dream, and indeed he's drifting between sleep and reality, somewhere where they blur together. Add that to the weightless feeling her bed gives him and you have a perfect recipe for a comfortable, perfectly content Ezreal. He cracks his eyes open just a bit, but decides that if this is a dream, he'd rather not wake up just yet. To say he's been working hard is an understatement —he's earned this rest, and he's even ignoring his phone to get it.

There's one thing, of course, that Ezreal can't ignore, nor would he want to. When Ahri runs her fingers through his hair — cut and dyed to perfection — Ezreal lifts his chin, lips parting in a soft sound of protest (or pleasure) before his eyes finally blink open. They're pinched and soft against the light, and the corner of his lips pulls into a pleased sort of smile before she speaks. When she does, of course, Ezreal groans and presses his face back into her cloudlike pillow. "Don't remind me," he complains, as if he didn't babble happily for ages the night before about how excited he was. It's no secret that he's poured his heart and soul into this group, and how much it means to him after struggling with his last label. When he next lifts his head, he's smiling — one that meets his eyes and lifts his cheeks. Real and excited.

"You're gonna be there, right? Ahri, pleeeease. Everyone's been working so hard, it'd be so cool to have you there too." His smile is replaced with surprise as he says, "Oh!" and reaches for his phone, quickly checking the time and any new messages before he flops back down on the sheets, maybe a little bit closer to her than he was before. "I've still got time. Sett's been texting me all morning, but he can wait! I'll move when Phel wakes up."

his wiggles....

Birthday gift for @essence-flux-primed <3

ezreal would be a ken in the barbie movie if he was real. not the ken, but definitely a ken.

also, he'd sing this song