What's Mine Is Yours

by littleconan

Summary:

Ezreal believes his pranks to be foolproof.

So what happens when Kayn and Rhaast throw a wrench into one?

Chapter 1: Commence The Swap

Notes:

Welcome to my first fic for Heartsteel! 🎉
I'm so nervous, but these two boys have settled in the corner of my writing brain recently and I need to get them out somehow so take them being stupid together.

Also! If you've noticed! This is a multi-chapter fic! So far Ch. 2 is already done (minus art) and Ch. 3 is currently in the works! I'm not sure how often I'll post since I do have a job and it takes a lot out of me and I'm wanting to try and make one In-Chapter-Doodle for each, so we shall see. c':

I'm also not sure how long this fic WILL be so uh... buckle up for that Slow Burn tag, yall.

So here’s the thing with Ezreal: he knows he shouldn’t be on as many social media sites as he is, and that he definitely shouldn’t be getting ideas from the comment section on said many social media sites, but when they’re all about something he 100% agrees with?

 

Well… he sends a quick silent apology to poor Yone for any headaches this will definitely cause as he gets to work on his new prank inspired by their many fans and their shared annoyance with a certain bandmate’s closet.

 

Ezreal starts with going through his own closet and dresser drawers first, pulling out baggier and looser fitting items and tossing them onto the bed while trying to keep in mind what some of the comments brought up as he hums to whatever song’s currently playing off his playlist and swaying his hips with the beat. He’s glad so many others agree that Kayn could use more color in his looks. His Paranoia outfit had to be the guy’s most colorful outfit in his whole dang wardrobe and that was only because Sett and K’Sante made it for him.

 

Sure! He’d put splashes here and there, but they were small things. Complimentary accessories at best, darker shades of a color at worst. The people wanted COLOR! Wanted Kayn to POP!

 

And Ezreal was going to give the people what they wanted.

 

So that’s what started the turning of the wheel’s as the green haired man thought he’d be oh so generous and share his closet with his fellow bandmate.

 

…While also using his powers to zip his way into Kayn’s room while the man was out so he could do said sharing… and also take all the dark colors out of Kayn’s room. Had Ezreal forgot to mention that? This was still being planned as a prank, after all.

 

And Ez thinks he should be given some credit and nice points still. He hadn't taken any of Kayn’s pants or ripped jeans or his shoes and boots! He left those alone so Kayn could still keep some of his dark and moody aesthetic! It was just the shirts and jackets! So yes, Ezreal definitely still deserved some credit for being thoughtful even while pulling a prank, thank you.

 

With all of Kayn’s dark clothes packed away neatly, Ezreal gently presses his ear against the door, making sure that the coast is clear before popping back out. And he swears he’s focused. Honest. Until he notices a familiar pose and a splash of yellow and pink catch the corner of his eye on Kayn’s wall and those poor wheels in his head come to a screeching halt.

 

Maybe this is why Ezreal was never invited into Kayn’s room. Well… to be fair, only Yone and like… Phel had ever come in here, and even that was still rare. But at least now Ez understood why Kayn would keep the door cracked as much as he could or just phase through it when he knocked on the other’s door. He had always just assumed the man’s room was just a mess and he was embarrassed of others seeing it, but that obviously wasn’t the case here.

 

A creak outside makes Ez jump and has him refocusing, remembering just where he was, who’s room he was in, and how he should probably get out of here as quickly as he could. He could tease Kayn about the poster later; for now he had a prank to see through. Ear back to the door and after a few seconds of waiting, it seems that whoever made that noise before was gone which meant the coast is clear, and with two blinks, he’s back in his own room.

 

Ezreal has a wide smile on his face and his body feels full of excited electricity as he leans back against his own door as Phase 1 of his prank had gone off without any issues or disturbances from any unwanted guests. And remember how he said he deserved some points for being nice? Well with the one poster he happened to catch on his way out, Kayn should feel extra lucky that Ez would share his favorite bright and pastel clothes with him! Obviously he liked Ezreal’s style in some form! So yes, thank you fans for this idea and you’re welcome Kayn. You get to wear the Ezreal’s clothes.

 

Now… Ez had to hide Kayn’s and then patiently wait for Phase 2 to start whenever the other came home… he also had a few errands to run.

 

• -•-•-•-•

 

Kayn’s not stupid. He knows someone’s been in his room the moment he steps in and something feels off ... but nothing looks different from what he can tell.

 

”Maybe you’re finally losing it,” Rhaast supplies his own theory with a chuckle and Kayn just clicks his tongue, his eyes shifting to the left before making his way further into his room.

 

“You're lying if you say you don’t feel it too,” Kayn mumbles sourly as he lifts up books and papers from his nightstand and desk, but everything’s still where he left it before heading out. So what the hell is different?! And Rhaast’s small, uninterested hum at Kayn’s frantic searching is starting to irritate him more. Because he’s not crazy, he knows his room. This is their domain, their safe space, and Kayn’s going to strangle whoever was stupid enough to barge in without him knowing.

 

”Could you stop attempting to create a moat in the floor with your pacing and change? You’re worked up,” and hearing how calm Rhaast is with this had Kayn clicking his tongue again as he stomps his way to his closet, curses at the ready to send Rhaast’s way until-

 

”There you go,” Rhaast’s words are purred out and while it would normally piss Kayn off that the darkin didn’t just straight up say ‘look in the closet’, the sudden burst of pinks and purples and other various pastel colors have him just staring at what was once his normal attire.

 

“...Who-”

 

”Ezreal.”

 

The immediate answer back has Kayn’s head harshly twitching to the left, “And how do you know that? I mean- yes, he’d do something like this, but is this why you were so damn calm?”

 

A laugh rumbles through him from Rhaast before the darkin speaks again, ”I could smell his scent as soon as we entered. He’s the only one who smells so strongly of strawberries in the house.”

 

“Why didn’t I notice it then, huh?” Kayn asks with a huff, looking through what all Ezreal swapped out. He’s not rough with them as he moves the hangers back and forth, but there is a slight snap in his hand when he moves each piece of bright clothing to look at the next.

 

”Because you immediately started to panic instead of assessing the situation and focusing on your surroundings more. Your eyes went to what was visibly around you and you didn’t even bother to use your other senses,” Rhaast readily supplies, and Kayn feels like he’s being given a lecture. Yes, yes, oh great darkin! We would be killed right now via the horrible pastels had it not been for your keen sense of smell.

 

Thinking that gets a jolt of pain through his skull and a moody darkin stabbing him with emotions that basically give off, ‘Die then,’ but Kayn knows he doesn't mean it. Still hurts like hell to feel though.

 

“Shit! Fine! Sorry, sorry, calm down,” Kayn hisses out as he rubs his temples and feels the headache that wanted to form slowly subside. He already has one to deal with, he doesn't need another.

 

After a few quiet minutes of looking through what all got taken and what was kept in his closet and giving up on finding anything of his that counted as at-home-comfy, Kayn could feel Rhaast reemerging and settling himself closer to where Kayn was familiar with his presence.

 

”Hmm… he left a few of your things.”

 

“How nice of the spoiled princess,” Kayn grits out with a flat tone after making his way to his dresser and pulling out a light yellow tank top with some rabbit design on the front from a drawer that he thought would’ve been safe, but no. Of course not. The little green menace really went through a lot of his clothes. This information amuses Rhaast for whatever reason as another laugh sends warmth through Kayn’s body.

 

”Wear the pink one with my face on it,” Rhaast manages to get out between his chuckling and Kayn rolls his eyes before tossing the yellow tank back in and swapping it out for the pink and purple Rhaast one instead. He’s seen the design; it’s from their band’s store, and it has Rhaast’s chest design from the music video on the back, but tweaked a bit to resemble a heart shape more instead while Rhaast’s ‘face’ is on the upper left side of the front. Rhaast had wanted the tank when it first dropped, Kayn had said no because he didn’t vibe with the colors. Guess Rhaast finally got the damn shirt.

 

Thank you, Ezreal.

 

Fuck you, Ez.

 

His sweatpants are thankfully still safely in his drawer, untouched and with no bright colors in sight. A good guess as to why was probably because everything that replaced his things were all Ez’s and they had different builds. Shirts, tanks and a few hoodies and jackets were easy to swap for the other because Ez liked a few of those things on the baggier side because they looked ‘cuter on his frame’ or whatever the hell he said.

 

”Which you do agree with. ”

 

“Shut up. He looks like he’s the one that shrunk in the dryer,” he snaps back while trying to change out of his shirt.

 

” You have to stop yourself from squeezing his face when he does that sweater paw thing with his hands and gets all happy.”

 

“Not helping, Rhaast!” Kayn’s voice raises as he pulls down the tank top and kicks his pants off with more force than needed.

 

”So scary in your pink shirt.”

 

“It has your face and design on it, asshat,” is all Kayn can grumble out as he pulls up his sweats and then glares at himself in the closet mirror. He looks… ridiculous.

”If you frown hard enough, you might be able to scare a rabbit, Kayn. Don’t hurt yourself, though,” another chuckle comes with Rhaast’s teasing and Kayn lets out a groan before finally deeming himself comfy enough to go and get his shit back from Ez.

 

• -•-•-•

 

Unlike Ezreal, Kayn has some decency and tries knocking first. And again. And again…. And again. And again, another laugh comes from Rhaast because he keeps saying ’SHADOW STEP IN!’ and Kayn keeps barking back ’NO!’ , so they’re having a riveting fight inside his head in the middle of the hallway in front of Ez’s room and it’s a fucking wonder his band/roommates haven't made a rule or something for how he and Rhaast communicate at times.

 

The sound of knocking back has Kayn jumping away from the source and he’s met with one of said band/roommates who is… looking confused as all hell at what Kayn is wearing. Great.

 

“Fuck, Aphelios! Warn a guy!” One of Kayn’s hands goes to his hip as he glares up at the other man, who is still squinting at his top. Maybe it’s too fucking bright? Kayn would agree.

 

The question seems to finally have registered in Phel’s brain because he finally looks up at Kayn while pocketing his phone to be able to freely sign, ‘I did.’ And then Phel is replicating the knock on the wall beside Ezreal’s door.

 

Ah, shit. Right. It was one of Phel’s ways of getting the other’s attention when his voice wasn’t feeling the best. Knocks and hand waves instead of physical taps, at least for Kayn and Rhaast, that’s what they had requested. Everyone else seemed fine enough with the arm or shoulder taps.

 

Kayn’s look quickly relaxes and his hand moves from his hip up to rub at his face, “Right, sorry. Look, is Ez home?” But when his hand drops, Phel’s eyes are back to the top.

 

“Phel-”

 

‘What are you wearing?’

 

“Aphelios focus, please! Where’s Ez?” The use of the word please must’ve done it, cause his confused look is now back on Kayn’s face. And actually, Kayn would rather it go back to the shirt because Aphelios’ confused squint is turning more into a curious one and he’s starting to inch closer.

 

And then he stops, his eyes snapping wide and Aphelios is having a terrible time at hiding his amused smile as he reaches for his phone again while signing, ‘Out, ’ with the other hand.

 

Great! Of course he’d be out! It couldn’t get any better than this!

 

Until there’s a camera snapping sound and a smug looking Aphelios with his phone being held up and pointed at Kayn.

 

“....Delete that,” and that’s the only warning Kayn gives before he’s running at the teal haired man. But of course Phel uses his speed against him and quickly ducks under Kayn’s attempt at a grab and starts to jog backwards, knocking on the wall again to get Kayn to turn around.

 

‘You look cute!’ Is signed with a wide grin.

 

“Fuck you!” And oh how Kayn wanted to try again with launching himself at Phel to take his phone and delete the photo, but suddenly Sett rounds the corner and it’s all cute and ugh when Phel bumps into the taller man’s chest on accident and looks up all innocent with a smile and a wave. And Sett being THE Aphelios simp, his damn ears perk up and Kayn can see the slight, tiny red blur just going behind the Vastayan and ugh. Yuck these two.

 

Then suddenly Sett’s demeanor shifts, like he just remembered something and his eyes lock onto Kayn’s. Please… he does not need fighting with Sett to be added on to his rapidly growing headache list. And then his demeanor shifts again and yep, this has now been added to that list.

 

“Oh! Kayn! Are ya tryin’ some new looks out? Dippin’ your toes into some color, finally?” The smirk Sett gives with his questions has Kayn wanting to rub at his temples again.

 

“Ezreal stole my clothes. I just want them back,” he answers slowly, trying to keep some level of calm with all this attention. “Do you know where he went and when he’ll be back?”

 

Seeing Sett’s face grow confused and watching one ear turn down with his small head tilt almost made this interaction worth it… until the man spoke again.

 

“Really? Damn. That’s a shame. I think the colors bring out y’all’s eyes,” Sett says with a pout and it gets an amused snort and a soft slap from Aphelios against the man’s chest.

 

It’s only now that Kayn debates grabbing a jacket to hide this god awful top until he remembers that Ez took those too and he doesn't really feel like trying to find the least brightest, cutesy one he was ‘gifted’. His hand comes back up to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he asks his question again, “Sett. When will Ez be back?”

 

The shrug in response has Kayn wanting to scream in frustration, but he’s lucky that Sett’s ears pin down to show that he’s a tiny bit sorry and feels for Kayn’s predicament. So he guesses he’ll spare Sett’s ears for now.

 

“Awesome. Cool. Thanks. I’ll catch him later,” the words come out tired as Rhaast laughs again. Saying how Kayn could easily just force his way into the little popstar’s room and get his clothes back, but Kayn knows Ez. And because he knows Ez and how he gets with these elaborate pranks, he knows the fucker no doubt hid Kayn’s clothes and hid them good . Kayn wouldn't know where to even start looking without resorting to just flipping the whole room upside down and he really did not need to deal with Ez possibly seeing more of this prank through and replacing his pants and shoes the next time he was out.

 

So no, Rhaast. He was not going to force his way into Ez’s space and make this worse for himself and his poor wardrobe. Kayn would talk to him when he got home and get his stuff back and threaten him to never enter his fucking room without his permission ever again. Like adults. Compromising and all that shit. It would work out.

Notes:

Rhaast is having a blast. Kayn is getting a migraine. And Ez is... well. That's for the next chapter. 🥰

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy my work of these two being disasters together.

Chapter 2: Prank: Success!

Summary:

Kayn confronts Ez as soon as he gets home.
He definitely gets his clothes back, right?

Why are yall laughing...

Notes:

I SPED DREW THE ART FOR THIS SINCE I WANTED TO POST CH 2 EARLY IN THE WEEK, PLEASE ENJOY... 🤲🏻

Also new tag added! Because of Rhaast's comments... no one is surprised.

Or so he fucking thought.

 

What had Kayn thought exactly? Well, he thought his anger-filled knocks would paint the picture of how annoyed he was at this stupid clothing swap Ez was deeming a prank, so he thought Ez would get said picture and open the door with a guilty look on his face.

 

No. Of course not. Because when would that ever fucking happen?

 

No, instead Kayn is met with an Ez that is smiling much too wide, especially after seeing the top he was wearing. And of course that grin doesn't go away when Kayn roughly pushes the door wider so he can make his way past the other and into his room. The glare does nothing to dull Ez’s spark and he can sense his headache coming back with how this interaction is already going.

 

“Where are my clothes, Ez.” His tone comes out with a certain dangerous edge, eyes following the other suddenly going for a bag on the bed, no doubt from his apparently impromptu shopping trip from earlier, and ignoring the question completely.

 

“Kayn! Perfect timing! Here,” the excitement in Ezreal’s voice never deflates as he pulls out a light blue denim jacket alongside a pastel purple cropped pleather one. They looked… nice. Kayn could admit that. For Ezreal. The style on himself, though? Sure, if they both weren’t such light shades.

 

“Are you asking me to rate your impulse buys?” An eyebrow arches up as a hand frees itself from its previously crossed position to pick up and drop one of the sleeves.

 

“No you idiot, I got them for you. Well… for me after, yes, but I didn’t leave you with many jackets, so I thought I’d be thoughtful and grab you a few more,” Ezreal states it so matter of factly that it leaves Kayn in shock for a bit, giving him the time to place the items back in the bag and then hold it out for Kayn to take with that smile again.

 

Kayn doesn't, of course. Because where the hell are his things?

 

“Ez. Clothes.”

 

“They’re here?” He shakes the bag between them. “You know? You take one of your hands to take it from mine, like so?”

 

Kayn isn't prepared for Ezreal to do an actual demonstration by moving forward with his free hand, taking hold of one of Kayn’s and lifting it up for him to grab the bag’s handles, or for Ez to pat said hand after. It leaves him awkwardly looking between the bag and Ez before shaking his head and putting the bag down on whatever surface was closest.

 

“No! MY clothes! What did you do with em?!”

 

The sudden raise in his voice has Ezreal scrunching his face and taking a slight step back in a poor attempt to soften the sound, “Geez! And you call me a drama queen!” He flicks at the piece of mint hair that falls over his shoulder with a roll of his eyes before stepping back into the other’s space.

 

“They're safe and sound. You can have em back in a few days,” his words come out so casual, so unbothered, and Kayn has to stop himself from strangling his bandmate as the bold fucker picks up the bag he set down and puts it back in his hands again. Touching him again.

 

“A few days?! Ez-!”

 

“A week.”

 

“What the hell?!”

 

“Wanna make it a month, Shieda Kayn?” And now Ez is completely in his space, a finger poking at the Rhaast face design on his chest, all while wearing the cheekiest fucking grin that Kayn just wants to swipe at.

 

Well… two could play at this game.

 

After a moment of stunned silence, Kayn finally moves. A low chuckle comes out as he tilts his chin up and looks down at Ezreal, “And what if I just do what you did, huh? Get my clothes back when you’re not here?” His free hand that’s not still holding the bag with the newest accursed bright items raises to tilt Ez’s chin up too, “Who’s gonna stop me, hmm?”

 

He gets the reaction he was hoping for. Ezreal’s frame freezes and he swears the other stopped breathing for a second when he touched him, earning a slight frown with puffed up cheeks until that grin is right back where it had been before. And Ezreal, boldly again, grabs Kayn’s hand and moves it.

 

“I’ll get Phel in on it. Hide your clothes someplace you’d never find em, and I’d buy you new ones for your new wardrobe. I mean, I already did today, technically, so you know I’m not bluffing,” he copies Kayn, almost, as he traces a finger down the other’s jaw before flicking it off once it reaches his chin. And Kayn can’t fight the slight movement when his head follows the action. Because how the hell was Ezreal, little pop prince that whined when you brought up any of his old discography, this fucking bold when it came to sneaking into Kayn’s room and stealing half of his closet?

 

He hates how he stutters his next words- in fucking honest- as Ezreal gives a cheeky wink before leaving him with his completely dumbfounded stare in the middle of the room, “You-! You can’t just fucking take my shit, princess!” And while normally the nickname would bother Ezreal, he’s riding the high of his prank; he doesn't even bat an eye.

 

“What? Is the edgy, emo boy gonna break out cause something pastel touched his skin for longer than a few minutes?” Ez teasingly coos back at him. The tone has Kayn debating how much trouble he’d get into if he grabbed one of the pillows and attempted to suffocate Ez with it. “Look, I’m just giving the fans what they want!”

 

The assumption of the context to this prank has Kayn raising an eyebrow, his eyes squinting down at the other again, “... and that is?” Apparently, him not connecting the dots on his own is an inconvenience to the brat as he loudy groans at the question and dramatically rolls his head along with his eyes.

 

“They wanna see you in more color! You always dress soo…,” he twists his hand around in the air a few times, debating his next words as he watches Kayn’s confused squint turn into a scrunched up glare. “Moody.” An immediate frown replaces the straight, thin lipped look Kayn was sporting before.

 

“And you agree with them.”

 

“Yes! Paranoia was the brightest I’ve ever seen you look!” Ez should be worried when Kayn goes silent before a grin comes to his face. He should be, but he’s got a feeling that he still has the upper hand.

 

“Aww, does that mean the little prince is a fan of mine too then?” Kayn gives that same cooing tone Ez gave him, thinking that his teasing would make the other crack somehow . That it would give him the prize he came in here for. That maybe Kayn’s teasing wouldn’t be worth it in the long run.

 

“You’re not getting your clothes back, Kayn.”

 

“That’s not what I asked, little prince,” he’s moved to be right behind Ezreal now, the grin still very evident to be on his face with how his words are said and stressed. Ez can feel the warmth radiating off Kayn too, standing right behind him. He remembers the other offhandedly saying how Rhaast made him run hotter than normal. Maybe Ez could attribute this feeling to the darkin right now? Either way, he’s not gonna give Kayn the chance to get any kind of leverage on him.

 

“Maybe I know a few songs. Who’s to say? You dressed moody then too,” he tries to make his words come out with some annoyance, like how Kayn should drop the subject and just accept his new pastel fate for however long Ezreal deemed it fit until he returned said moody attire back to its rightful moody owner. His answer, however, earns a laugh out of the man behind him and he feels himself stiffen as a hand starts to play with one of his long mint strands against his back.

“Just a few? You wound me as a ‘fan’. I’d expect you to name at least one of them, princess,” there he goes with the other stupid royal nickname again. Kayn loved switching between them, it seemed. He could never land on just the one for Ezreal.

 

“By that logic, you know ‘You're My Muse-um’. Does that make you one of my fans?” Ez is successful at asking his question innocently enough as he tilts his head back to be able to look up at Kayn. He decides to be extra with it and adds a few bats of his eyelashes as he waits for the other’s response. Which is Kayn just looking down at him, the long strand of green hair still between his fingers from his previous musings, with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

 

And a new light dust of coloring to his cheeks.

Ezreal takes that as another huge win.

 

“What did you see in my room,” Kayn’s words have that dangerous edge again and while Ezreal would love to press his buttons more and keep dropping hints about a certain poster that he totally did not see, he really would like to get comfy and check up on whatever he’s missed out on so far while out and about.

 

With another groan, Ezreal decides to lean back against Kayn’s chest, fully prepared for the other to step away and let him fall to the floor and on his ass, but Kayn doesn't move. In fact, the hand that had been playing with his hair moves to grip at his shoulder instead, “Oh my Gods, nothing, you paranoid baby! I just took your clothes and gave you some of mine.”

 

He can practically feel when the tension leaves Kayn’s body after hearing his response, the hand that had been digging into his shoulder lets up some too before he can feel the other sigh, “I know that song because it pisses you off, princess. Don’t read too much into it.” A quick shove forward has Ez almost face planting onto his bed, but he’s able to right himself just before his legs can make contact with the mattress.

 

He turns around with a pout and sticks his tongue out, “If we’re done here, I’d like to change.”

 

Kayn’s eyes narrow down at him, “I’m getting my shit back one way or another.”

 

“Yea, after you’re a good boy and wear what I oh so graciously gifted you,” and hmm… that’s a nice shade on Kayn’s face, Ez thinks.

 

“... sleep with one eye open, princess.” This time when Kayn pushes Ezreal, he gladly lets himself go to bounce on the bed, smiling up at the other. The whole scene has Kayn clicking his tongue and turning with a big huff, finally stomping off and shadow stepping through the door instead of opening it like a normal person.

 

“You’re welcome, honey!” Ezreal raises his voice, just to make sure the other hears and he knows he’s successful when a sudden loud knock gets struck on his door before more stomps can be heard making their way down the hall.

 

He has at least a bit of courtesy to wait until he can’t hear Kayn’s upset sounds anymore before he’s blinking around his room, laughing, trying to get all this excess energy out of his system. He did it! His prank, so far, was going smoothly and Kayn even took the two jackets! Granted, he may have completely forgotten he was even holding the bag with them when he stormed off, and maybe that loud sound wasn’t a knock, but Kayn throwing the bag at the door. He highly doubts it was the latter, though.

 

With one last jump and a blink, he pops over his bed and lands on top of his comfy sheets, the last of his giggles leaving him as he grabs his phone to check any messages he may have missed during all of… that.

 

✨💙phel🎧✨:

Thought you might like this 😏

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2:15 PM - ♡

 

✨💙phel🎧✨:

How the hell did you get into Kayn’s room btw

2:16 PM

 

💚 - E.Z.:

Oooohhh….ya know 😋

Gimme a sec, I’ll explain in a bit 👀

5:26 PM - 👍🏻

 

• -•-•-•-•

 

“If I knew a ‘good boy’ would have you crumbling and turning all obedient, I would’ve used it much sooner.”  Kayn’s back in his room with a stupid bag still in his hand with two stupid jackets that Ezreal bought for him (well… for him himself, really. But he still gave them to Kayn to wear first) and now he has a stupid darkin teasing him with how he reacted to two specific words.

 

“Shut! It! Not another word!” His voice is raising a few octaves and he has half a mind to carelessly toss the bag onto his own bed before he rethinks the action. With a sigh, he drags himself over to his closet, deciding to put the jackets up at least. “I already have to deal with this . I don’t need you bringing up unneeded discoveries.”

 

“You have a praise kink. It’s not really a new discovery, Kayn.” He almost drops the hanger in his hands at Rhaast’s brazen statement.

 

“I do not!”

 

“I know you better than anyone else, you cannot lie to me. Plus, you chose to wear a collar.”

 

“For symbolism! You horny fucking demon!” Kayn’s embarrassed tone gets a pleased hum out of the darkin, nothing more, and he would rather Rhaast continue his teasing than the silence he’s left with. 

 

Or to be left alone with his thoughts. Especially when they start to wander back to how arrogantly bold Ez was practically through the whole interaction. Grabbing Kayn’s hand? Touching his face like he did? Saying those two words to him like it was just normal to throw into conversation?!

 

Fuck the little, smug, green menace that was Ezreal!

 

“In your dreams. Literally. And in your-,” Kayn quickly slams his closet door shut, drowning out whatever it was that Rhaast was trying to say.

 

His head moves to the left as he shouts out, “Enough!” And while he does feel something akin to a flinch from Rhaast’s end, the darkin’s presence does not recede. In fact, Rhaast chuckles and it sends that familiar warmth through Kayn’s chest.

 

“Fine. I don’t need to finish that sentence to have you know that I speak the truth when it relates to our favorite popstar,” the way Rhaast basically purrs the words out has a shiver running up Kayn’s spine.

 

Sure, ok. Maybe there was something about Ezreal that he’s gotten to see during their time working together in Heartsteel. (‘ Lies, you’ve had your eyes on him for years , Kayn. Denial is not a pretty look on you. Own up to it.’) And maybe Kayn could appreciate some of Ez’s older songs pre-Heartsteel. (The ones he knows EZREAL made, not whatever his label had him spewing out last that fumbled the bag with him so fucking hard. But hey, their loss, Heartsteel’s huge fucking gain.) Though he will not let the spoiled princess know this because his ego is already huge enough.

 

But enough about Ez! Because Kayn’s already had enough of him to last a lifetime with this prank of his that feels more like it’ll be torture.

 

His head slowly turns back to look at himself in the closet mirror, eyes focusing on Rhaast’s red one in the reflection, “Tch, whatever. Let’s just get this week over with.”

Notes:

As I said in Ch 1, this Chapter had already been finished when I posted the first. I'm still working on Ch 3 and I'm not sure which part will have the art yet so... I'm sorry if this now takes me a bit to update. c':

One more thing! With the Mild Sexual Content tag! At the moment, I don't have plans for this fic to get SUPER SPICY, so the mild is there for... ✨future ideas and plans✨. Clothes will probably stay on, is what I'm saying. If that changes, so will the tags and rating! Ok, that is all, thanks everyone for reading!! 🫶🏻

Chapter 3: The Darkin Wasn't Part Of The Plan

Summary:

Hey, so... remember reading the part about Rhaast in the main summary?

Day 1 had been a breeze. Kayn had spent it mostly holed up in his room all day, trying to get some semblance of work done between Rhaast’s bouts of laughter every time Kayn would get up to stretch, eyes catching his reflection in the mirror wearing whatever pastel monstrosity he was unfortunate to grab that morning and the unneeded comments about how Ezreal’s clothes still smelled like the little popstar prince.

 

(“His strawberry mixed with your cologne is nice, yes?”)

 

(“PROVIDE SOMETHING USEFUL.”)

But other than that? It had gone mostly uneventful.

 

The only people he had a run in with were Sett and Aphelios and because of yesterday’s little hallway event, they both already knew what was going on with whatever he walked out in when he had to trek out of his room for food. All it meant was Phel would snap a few photos to no doubt send to Ez and Sett would get all mopey that Kayn wasn’t actually considering adding this new color palette into his usual one.

 

Day 2, however, was much less ideal.

 

Because of course Yone wants to have some group meeting first thing in the morning so now he and K’Sante were about to perceive him…

 

His clothing choice for that morning was as follows: black sweats, a light blue tank top that faded to white at the bottom… and a pink sweater with strawberry designs scattered about it. (Like he said before… Ez only had so many baggy sweaters that would fit his frame…) And the only reason he was even in the damn sweater was cause for some reason the AC had been messed with in the middle of the night so his room was freezing and Rhaast was refusing to kick in his heat to help Kayn stay warm. Because Rhaast hated him. That was the only logical reason Kayn could come up with as to why the darkin made him have to choose a sweater to provide some semblance of warmth through this group get-together.

 

He almost does a complete 180 though, ready to go back into his room when he hears a familiar annoying voice coo as soon as they see him.

 

“Oh that looks so good on you, Kayn!” Ez says in a singing tone, hurrying his pace and blinking forward so he can block the other’s path before he can continue down the hall.

 

Ez himself is in his go-to purple hoodie and one of his usual small PJ shorts. Kayn’s a bit surprised that he doesn't see the guy in any of his usual sweater paw sized tops until he remembers that he technically has all of those right now.

 

How Ez isn’t cold, Kayn doesn’t know. Maybe Rhaast is actively siphoning the warmth from Kayn’s body on top of the AC working against him.

 

Instead of humoring Ez, Kayn clicks his tongue and nudges him out of the way, “No need to lie, princess.” It earns a whine out of the shorter man.

 

“I’m not! You look all soft! It’s nice!” Kayn doesn't look back, he can hear Ez’s stomps as the other follows after him and it almost makes Kayn falter in his steps.

 

‘Soft’ is never an option in anyone’s vocabulary to describe Shieda Kayn. He’s never been ‘soft’.

 

“You could be. With him. You are, sometimes.”

 

Key word there, Rhaast, was ‘sometimes’. And even then, it apparently had never been obvious since this was the first time Ezreal had used it to describe him. And it was while he was wearing the popstar’s clothes, no less. Apparently any times before this never counted.

 

“You’re moping.” Rhaast states. There’s no lilt to make it come out as a question. He states it because that is exactly what Kayn is doing, but like hell was he going to acknowledge that the darkin was right. “Very mature, Kayn.”

 

“You’re the one keeping all the body heat! Neither of us are mature right now! So can it!”

 

“Again. So scary in your pink sweater.”

 

Kayn doesn't care what Ezreal may think as he rounds the corner and lets out a loud irritated groan at Rhaast’s antics. Because the fucker didn’t deny it. So it meant that Kayn had been fucking right and Rhaast was hogging all the wamth.

 

“Good morning to you too… Kayn.” The curious lilt to Yone’s voice when he says his name though… that is what Kayn should have been caring about as he rounded the corner being as loud as he was. Why? Because so long to his plan to try and be unnoticeable against a wall or a counter during this meeting. Because now the last two people residing in this house are aware of him and the current state he finds himself in thanks to a certain green haired menace.

 

Great.

 

“This is new. Stepping out of your shadowy box?” K’Sante doesn't even try to hide his amused smile as he watches Kayn stomp over to the nearby couch in irritation, a middle finger gets sent his way as the man sits down with a huff. Thankfully, K’Sante doesn't poke further. Unthankfully, Yone is starting to look between the only two people in the room that he can safely assume to be the cause for Kayn’s appearance way too quick for Kayn’s liking.

 

“Yes… this is an interesting development, I will say.” The words are picked so carefully to be directed at Kayn that it almost pisses him off. Everyone is in the know now - or at least should be - that Kayn isn’t dressing like this by choice! But because he has to unless they want him shirtless, which he’s already been given enough crap about 'house manners’ and all that bs by the very same man that was currently talking. This was his place too, wasn’t it?

 

…Granted that was when everyone had first moved in together and they were still getting used to having so many roommates and sharing a space like this. He hasn’t done it since he (and Sett. So it wasn't just him.) got a lecture from Yone about being mindful of the others living under the same roof. Maybe he would've been fine coming out shirtless then… they were well comfortable with each other by now.

 

Kayn feels Rhaast give an encouraging push from wherever he was settled at in Kayn’s skull at the sudden thought, because of course the darkin fucking would.

 

“Give me back your warmth then.” That’s all he sends back… and all he gets in return is silence. It makes him roll his eyes. “Thought so.”

 

Ezreal finally decides to speak up, his dramatics turned up to eleven as he fails at looking even the slightest bit innocent. “Wow! I wonder what- or who- made him finally want to try out some color.” He taps at his chin, finally deciding on taking a seat at the table instead of on the couch with the other. And maybe it was a good idea that he didn't, he thinks, when he sees how Kayn shoots a glare at him with the slight hint of murder behind his eyes.

 

There’s a sudden clap from Yone, an old elementary school attempt at making a class settle down that, embarrassingly enough, worked pretty well in the house. “Alright! We have important things to discuss.” He waits, eyes going to each member to ensure that they’re finally done and listening. “Thank you. Now, as I’m sure you all remember, we’ve been talking with a few companies to collaborate with.” That manages to pull away Kayn’s attention from Ezreal, at least, so Yone continues.

 

“Well, Alune and I will be gone for a week starting tomorrow to finalize some things, and K’Sante will be joining us as well after a few days. So…,” here was the part where he was expecting some sounds of resistance. “This means we’ll have to rework the chore schedule a bit to accommodate the house lacking a few members.”

 

Aphelios and Sett’s faces both scrunch up, but no sounds of disapproval, as expected. Ezreal and Kayn both let out loud and long groans, also as expected.

 

“Phel and Sett, you two will be taking over K’Sante’s task with grocery shopping. Ezreal, you’ll have to take Ernest to his appointment, and Kayn… mopping the kitchen-”

 

“How come princess over there gets the easiest task and I get stuck with fucking mopping?!”

 

“Because you tend to make a mess when you do the dishes.” Yone’s quick comeback matched with a slight glare; daring the other to say something else, has Kayn turning his back to everyone, grumbling something about how this is all stupid and unnecessary for just a week.

 

“He’s not wrong. You have to dry the floor after angrily getting through that task. You ARE already halfway there,” Rhaast adds in amusement.

 

“Oh shut up.”

 

“As for laundry, you will each manage your own, or work something out with one another if you want. Just please do not have me come back to a mess.” And already, Yone can see how Phel turns to sign something to Sett out of the corner of his eyes, no doubt working on just that. In front of him, he catches how Ezreal pouts, but doesn't look towards anyone else to have as a ‘laundry partner’, no doubt due to… whatever reason it is that Kayn is currently in Ezreal’s bright clothing. And speaking of Kayn, when Yone looks over at him, the man’s attention is back over onto Ez, no doubt concocting some plan in his head with Rhaast.

 

And look… Yone would care and worry more with whatever this ‘prank’ is between the two, but he still has last minute stuff to pack and things to situate before he and Alune head out tomorrow. So if he manages to come back to the house not burned down or one of their members in the hospital or dead? He’s taking that as a win.

 

“That’s all. Enjoy the rest of the day, everyone.” As soon as he excuses himself, Yone can hear the light scraping of chairs and a certain someone’s voice sing out an, ‘Oh, Ez~,’ and again: Yone could not be bothered to worry about that right now, so he continues on, back to his room.

 

Ezreal, on the other hand, doesn't even flinch as he feels - what he assumes to be - Kayn’s hands landing on his shoulders while he lazily scrolls through his phone. The other should feel lucky that he even got a hum of acknowledgement from the singer and not just an immediate no to the question that Ezreal amusingly knew was coming.

 

“Let me help with your laundry.”

 

He however, cannot help the smile forming when he turns to look Kayn in the eyes as he gives his reply. “No.”

 

“No?! What do you mean no?” Kayn’s voice comes out in annoyance mixed with disbelief, his eyes squinting down at the other.

 

And again, Ezreal cannot stomp out the urge to tease Kayn more. “I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? NO.” His little joke earns him a glare.

 

“I know you hate doing your own shit, princess, and I’m offering you this for free-”

 

Ezreal is quick to interrupt him. “Oh please. If this is an attempt at trying to get your clothes back, it’s a pretty poor one, Kayn.”

 

The look on the other man’s face is priceless, and honestly? If Ezreal wasn’t worried about Kayn grabbing or smacking his phone angrily out of his hands and cracking it in the process, he’d fully turn around and get a picture of it. But alas, the image will just have to live on in his memories…

 

When Kayn’s face scrunches back down into irritation and opens his mouth, Ezreal gets his words out faster. “And I’m sure you’ll get your clothes back, Kayn.” One hand moves from his phone to cover one of Kayn’s still on his shoulder, gently giving it a few pats before innocently smiling up at the other. “Eventually.”

 

The look of surprise quickly comes back on the rapper’s face and Ezreal absolutely loves watching whatever emotional roller coaster the poor man is on and he lets this be known with joyous laughter as he finally moves to stand up. “I’m surprised Rhaast didn’t try and tell you that wouldn't work! Ha, maybe you both got too used to working with me rather than being against me, hmm?”

 

He catches how Rhaast’s eye glows a bit brighter for a split second before dimming and, ok, maybe it wasn’t the best to unintentionally drag Rhaast into this prank now too, but Ezreal still felt untouchable with how well this was all going. So much so, that his hand finds Kayn’s face again, though this time he cups the side that he’s silently deemed ‘Rhaast’s’ and gives a few soft pats to the other’s cheek before giving a wink and dramatically spinning on his heel to find something to eat.

 

He’s not stupid either. He can feel how both Kayn and Rhaast are staring at him now as he opens one of the cupboards and reaches up to grab his favorite mug. He debates turning around again to innocently ask what’s wrong until he hears a growl, the same kind he’s heard when they were recording for PARANOIA; a mixture of Kayn and Rhaast’s voices together, as the man (would it technically be ‘the two’?) stomped out of the kitchen and back down the hall to their room. Another victorious smile pulls at his lips as he pours himself a drink.

 

• -•-•-•-•

 

“THAT LITTLE-!!” They used their door properly, only so they could slam it shut to let the whole house know how Ezreal was getting to Kayn and now Rhaast with this stupid ‘prank’.

 

“Oh no. You’re the only one annoyed with his prank. I’M pissed that he believes he can just touch me like that!” Rhaast’s voice comes out in a higher octave, one that Kaayn doesn’t pick up on due to his own anger.

 

“RIGHT?! Where the hell does the little brat come off with thinking he can just casually…?! AGH!!” Kayn can’t even finish his sentence. Because again, Ezreal touched his (and technically, their) face like it was nothing. Sure! Yes! They play-fight all the time! Wrestling with each other has become routine with the two of them at this point! But that was different! That was touching to try and fight for the remote, or grabbing arms and legs to pull or trip the other up on their race to the best seat in the living room during movie and game nights, or grabbing and holding Ezreal in a headlock so that Kayn can mess up his perfectly styled mint hair.

 

It wasn’t…

 

“Kayn. I have an idea.” And oh how Kayn should heed the warning signs with how the darkin speaks, but he’s choosing to ignore them as he continues to drive in the direction Rhaast wants him to.

 

“... Go on.”

 

“Sit on the bed… Good. Now, lay back- yes,” Kayn has no idea on where Rhaast is going with this plan of his as he’s currently laying half on the bed, his legs still off the side and his elbows propping himself up. He gives a glance in the mirror and decides that this position would look much nicer with his darker clothing and not this strawberry sweater- “Now take a selfie.”

 

“HUH?” The sudden demand has Kayn focusing on Rhaast’s bright red eye in the reflection with confusion. “Sorry. Come again?”

 

His own demand for Rhaast to repeat himself has the darkin sighing in irritation, as if it’s Kayn’s fault he doesn't understand what he’s aiming for with this. “Take a selfie, Kayn.”

 

“To do… what? Give you something to look back on when this week is done?” After a pause, Kayn starts to chuckle, finally deciding to just continue driving, following the other’s directions as he fishes for his phone in the sweater’s pocket, “Heh, or is this character development? You didn’t tell me to take my shirt off for it.”

 

Rhaast doesn't comment, but he can feel how the darkin wants to roll his eyes at Kayn’s stupid quip. He remains quiet as Kayn takes a few pictures; one taken with the back camera, showing off himself comfortably lounging on his bed, legs opened slightly, and again Kayn thinks how much better it would look without him in pastel. The other two are taken with the front camera from higher angles; the tattoo on his left arm showing due to the sleeve of the sweater riding up slightly from previous shimmying movements and those ones have Rhaast purring.

 

“Perfect,” the light praise from the other has Kayn smiling as he swipes back and forth between the three pictures, giving Rhaast a chance to take each one in. “Now post them.” 

 

Kayn’s smile quickly leaves as his eyes dart up from the phone’s screen and back to the mirror, “Excuse me?! And why would I do that?!”

 

“What was it he had said before? For the cause of all of this to start? That the fans wanted to see you in more color, yes?” Kayn eyes Rhaast’s red one, hesitating to answer, now wary of those warning signs a little too late.

 

“Yes…”

 

“Then why don’t we help him? He hasn’t posted anything yet, and what would the fans say when they see you in a very, VERY familiar sweater worn by your little prince?”

 

Kayn’s about to ask why in the world would he want to help Ezreal with this, but then the rest of Rhaast’s words click and he can’t help the laugh that leaves him as he pulls up his main social media. “HAH! Oh, Rhaast, you beautiful darkin, you!”

 

Because, listen. Everyone in their fanbase knew that Kayn rarely interacted with them on his own accord unless it was something that the whole band was joining in on. But Ezreal? Ezreal tried to keep up with any and all notifications sent his way, whether it be from just him giving the post a like or sharing it for it to be on others’ timelines, he checked his socials almost religiously. Kayn? Kayn did not. So him posting something like this and leaving Ez to deal with the consequences of his actions with starting this prank? Well. Godspeed Ez, he guesses.

 

Kayn decides to put them in the order as follows: back camera full body, front camera neutral expression, and then front camera with a smirk. He had debated against the last one, but when Rhaast encouraged him to add it on, saying it would be a ‘treat for Ezreal’ he just couldn’t argue with that. The only things he puts in the caption are emojis, nothing else. Not even tagging Ez. Just: ‘🍓🤟🏼💜’ before hitting post and stretching out on his bed once it was successfully uploaded.

“I think we deserve something nice after this morning, huh, Rhaast? How about we go pick something up?” Kayn lets out an amused huff as the darkin hurriedly agrees, nudging at their bond for Kayn to get up so they can get out. “Alright! Alright!”

 

He decides to lose the sweater because, no Rhaast, it would not be great to hear the spoiled princess complain that his favorite sweater got fucked up because Kayn was feeling too half assessed to change out of it before going out on his bike, no matter how amusing it is to see Kayn in such a light pink. They finally agree on the light blue denim jacket Ez had ‘so graciously’ bought for him and a light pink button up because Rhaast insisted on keeping the pink somewhere and then they were off.

Notes:

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I REALLY NEED TO STOP UPDATING PAST MIDNIGHT... but here's Chapter 3! Ez brought this upon himself with bringing Rhaast into this prank and now he's gotta deal with the consequences. 😌

Also the timeline for whenever Yone & Alune leave is like... Tuesday and K'Sante joins them on Thursday, so the others will be missing them for the weekend chores. (That I totally knew were WEEKEND chores for them and not just like... set scheduled days for each member... yep....)

Anywho! Thank yall for being patient with me with getting this done! It's gonna sadly be another long wait for the next chapter as well especially because of the holiday season with work. c':

(Shout out to anyone that gets the Teen Wolf reference btw 🫶🏻)

Chapter 4: Give Them What They Want

Summary:

So Kayn posted a selfie, what could go wrong?
That's for Ezreal to deal with.

As previously stated: Ezreal had too many social media handles for his own good, including some fan ones that he had made so he could go incognito when interacting with… certain topics on said many social medias and let loose a bit more to interact with fans in the guise of also just being another fan in the ‘rhythm of their HEARTBEATS’.

And because of this and running his own fan account of himself (he would never let the other guys know he had it, and if they ever found out, he’d say it was made to get feedback on his fashion in a lowkey way) he of course had many other fans, such as himself, that tagged him in many a post on the daily. So of course he didn’t think anything of it when he got a notification on his phone, letting him know that there was something that others wanted him to see…

 

Until he started to notice the different handles and the different, colorful icons for the various social medias he was on start to group up on his screen due to how many were coming in at once. Now he starts to worry as he slowly slides his thumb over his screen, letting the multiple posts scroll upwards as he cautiously skims over some of the words.

So far, it’s a lot of capital letters and key smashing. Like… a LOT. But seeing those ones calms his nerves somewhat. Because key smashing meant good things, generally, especially when it related to him… at least almost always generally. There was the time when they released those behind the scene clips from PARANOIA and he and Kayn fell over on camera… and broke said camera. Fans key smashed then, called him and Kayn dorks for what they were doing and how they were acting, but Ezreal knew none of them were being mean about it; that it was all said in good fun.

So yes, key smashing relating to Ezreal? A good sign for well meaning posts.

 

…. but why the hell were there so many of them.

 

Ezreal’s teeth dig into his lower lip as he quickly moves his thumb down to scroll back up to the most recent notification and they don’t seem to be stopping any time soon.

 

He hadn't done anything recently, so it couldn’t be related to anything he posted… Unless he accidentally shared something on one of his socials. The thought has him freezing up, the grip on his phone tightening as he tries to remember if he accidentally reposted something he shouldn't have on one of his OFFICIAL accounts while scrolling and half passing out. He’s done it before and it had been followed up with Yone and Alune giving him a talking to about how he should really put his phone down at a decent hour before heading to bed…

 

No, he still has not learned this lesson.

 

But Yone and Alune haven’t called or texted him or knocked on his door yet and it’s been about six minutes now of him just watching notification after notification continue to pop up on his phone, so he can probably safely assume he didn’t share anything inappropriate or that he didn’t accidentally follow or unfollow anyone…

 

So maybe he should finally click on any one of the many notifications to see just what the hell had this many people in an uproar. In a panic? A tizzy? Why were people full cap scream about him-?

 

☆POP☆PRINCE☆:

@ez-realsstardust WELL DOESNT THIS SWEATER LOOK FAMILIAR???!!! 👀👀👀

 

Huh?

 

A quick glance down had him understanding just why everyone was screaming in caps. Because he wants to scream too. Because WHAT THE HELL WAS KAYN THINKING POSTING THIS?!

 

Ezreal probably won’t be getting a talking to from Yone and Alune about social media posts, but Kayn sure might!

 

His curiosity has him scrolling down to the comments; lots of screaming, LOTS of use of certain emojis, and of course, a lot of people wondering just why Kayn had access to one of Ezreal’s favorite sweaters to wear.

 

Some people are theorizing that Kayn stole it for a quick photo. Others are thinking that it was due to a laundry mishap, but more are debunking that saying Yone would never mix up Kayn and Ezreal’s wardrobes (and they’d be correct). But the only thing Ezreal can really focus on is how Kayn didn’t tag him and made a caption that gave away nothing… and then with how Ezreal even found out about his post was because Kayn knew Ez’s fans and how they would make it circle back to his feeds somehow.

 

Ezreal can only stare at the stupid set of photos; at how Kayn’s stupidly posing on his stupid bed in the stupid mirror, at Kayn’s stupid grin, as he barely registers the notifications still popping up at the top of his phone.

 

Until his eyes start catching certain hashtags in some of them.

 

#ezkayn REAL? 👀

Chat, how we feeling abt this development? #ezkayn 🤔😏

DID HE MEAN TO POST THESE? OR WERE THEY MEANT FOR EZ? #ezkayn #kaynez 🤭

 

His finger hits the phone’s power button, making the screen go dark. His flushed face stares back at him in the reflection.

 

He’s going to kill Kayn.

 

•-•-•-•-•

 

Kayn can feel the shift in the air as soon as he steps foot back in the house and he has to hide the smirk pulling at his lips. He takes a sip of his drink while readjusting the backpack straps on his shoulders and closes the door with his foot, making his way to the kitchen. As he thought, Ezreal is waiting for him, arms crossed and face in a pout, sitting on the couch; his eyes tracking Kayn’s every movement.

 

“Is this look you forced upon me finally getting to you, princess?” He tosses the question over his shoulder smugly, shrugging the backpack off and onto the table, not bothering to look over at Ezreal as he starts rummaging around in the bag to find something.

 

After a few minutes of silence and once he has in his hands what he was looking for, he turns his head slightly in Ezreal’s direction.

 

The pout expression has now moved down to the rest of his body, making the pushed out lower lip now be accompanied by half sinking into the couch, making his shoulders push up closer to his ears.

 

The sight has Kayn snickering.

 

“Pft! Yea?”

 

“Yea? Yea?! You posted…!” Ezreal’s arms unfurl themselves from the crossed position to now flail in Kayn’s direction as the singer tries to find his words. “THAT ! And all you can say is yea?! Have you seen the comments, Kayn?!” And oh how Ezreal’s eye twitches when he sees Kayn just roll his at Ezreal’s completely justified concerns.

 

“No, because I’m not chronically online.”

 

“I’m not chronically online.”

 

“Then what post of mine are you talking about, Ezzie?” The question plus the nickname has Ezreal snapping his mouth shut and a new flush of red coming to his face before he’s huffing and sinking back down into the couch, effectively breaking eye contact with Kayn.

 

Another laugh leaves Kayn and Ezreal can feel his body stiffen in annoyance at the sound.

 

“Do you know what-”

 

“What?” Kayn cuts him off and Ezreal is so close to throwing one of the pillows on the couch at him before he starts talking again. “I thought you wanted fans to see me in these?”

 

His own reasoning for starting this prank gets thrown back at him and now Ez is refusing to look at the other man, even as he hears Kayn starting to make his way towards the couch he’s on.

 

“Oh? Did the little prince want to keep this view all to himself instead?”

 

The sudden deep, almost purring, like voice by his ear has Ezreal jumping up from the couch, now standing and glaring at Kayn with his hands balled into fists by his side, his poor face even a darker shade than before.

 

“No! I just wanted to be the one to post em!” His voice cracks on the ‘no’ and he’s stomping one of his feet down in angry protest, trying to find any leverage to get the upper hand back, but Kayn’s laughing again and Ezreal is now really debating smacking the shit out of him with a couch pillow. Maybe the man’s backpack too if he can blink to it fast enough.

 

Suddenly, something gets tossed at him and Ezreal is thankful that he still has good reaction time to catch it before it hits his face because he does NOT need Kayn to have another reason to laugh at him-

 

“...sweetarts?”

 

“A reward for your little prank working out. Or at least it sounds like it has. What? Don’t want em-?”

 

“I didn’t say that,” Ezreal’s grip tightens on the bag, his eyes now squinting at Kayn in confusion. “...You don’t plan on posting more… stuff, do you?”

 

Oh he hates the smirk Kayn gives him.

 

“Kayn.”

 

“Hmm?” Kayn humms back, making his way to retrieve his backpack and drink left on the table.

 

“Kayn.” He hates how the straw of the drink now rests on Kayn’s tongue because the fucker can’t help but smirk at him before taking a sip of the light green liquid. “Shieda-”

 

“Oooh! Hear that, Rhaast? Ezzie here is getting so serious.” Kayn’s voice goes into that annoying cooing that Ezreal hates so much when he gets teased by him, but he still can’t help but watch as Kayn lifts a hand to remove the eyepatch, letting Rhaast be ‘seen’ and fully added into the conversation.

 

If you could call it one.

 

“Using Shieda? My, you beating him to posting photos of me must’ve really gotten to the little prince.”

 

“Don’t drag Rhaast into this.” Ez gives another stomp. The action gets another laugh out of Kayn and his full attention back on him.

 

Backpack now back on his shoulders, he slowly walks towards Ez again, idly twirling his cup and the remaining contents inside with a grin.

 

“Oh, Ez. I didn’t drag Rhaast into this,” dual-colored eyes meet gold and his grin spreads wider before leaning down slightly to whisper, “You did. So of course he wants to win. Goodluck, honeydew.”

Another play of the straw with his tongue distracts Ezreal from forming a rebuttal before Kayn finally leaves the singer alone in the living room with his thoughts.

 

•-•-•-•-•

 

What was that?

Why did Kayn give him a bag with one of his favorite candies? Not as an apology if all the teasing and laughing at his expense was anything to go off of.

How the hell was he going to turn this back around to where he’s the one with Kayn (and Rhaast too now, apparently) in his hands?

 

…also, honeydew???

Had Kayn just thought of a new nickname for him on the spot?

 

‘...maybe because of what he was drinking?’

 

‘That would mean he gave you a nickname based off one of his favorite drinks-’

 

Ok! That’s enough thinking! He has to come up with a plan!

 

…Part one of said plan should be trying to do some form of damage control.

 

•-•-•-•-•

 

While Ezreal was on cleanup duty for a mess he made, Kayn was laughing, believing this served Ezreal right.

 

“Ah, Rhaast! I’d kiss you if I could,” he said followed by another chuckle, refreshing one of the singer’s main accounts to see just what lie was being made up to settle down their fans.

 

“You do have a full mirror,” Rhaast replies back, amusement in his tone, and it makes Kayn roll his eyes.

 

“Yes and that would look ridiculous,” he tosses his bag in the corner next to his door and places his drink on his desk before shrugging off the jacket, dreading having to figure out what he should wear now. “Hopefully this means he’s learned his lesson and I’ll get my shit back soon.”

 

Kayn’s not even able to start undoing the buttons on the pink shirt before a dark laugh ghosts through his mind, his fingers fumble at the attempt.

 

“Why let the fun stop here?” Kayn’s eyes warily move up from the button he had been staring at to now focus on his left eye in the mirror, faintly glowing red with more of Rhaast’s presence.

 

“See what lie he makes up and feed into it. ‘Give the fans what they want’, like he originally wanted,” Rhaast’s voice dips into that danger area that Kayn is so, very familiar with when either of them think of something that will definitely get them into some various form of trouble. Like when filming PARANOIA; when Ez and Kayn were in the car, doing a lap back around to redo one of the takes and he had the thought of, ‘What if I hit it? …it would 100% scare the little prince judging by the last take.” And Rhaast encouraged him, wondering aloud how funny it would be to have the singer jump into his lap with fear, clinging on to him. And so, Kayn followed through. And it ended with Yone pulling him aside and giving him a lecture on ‘why we don’t do things like that’ and ‘driving safety’ - like Kayn AND Rhaast don’t know their way around vehicles so that they can do stupid shit like that and live to tell the dangerous tale.

 

Kayn can practically feel Rhaast’s grin brushing against him, like the darkin knows he’s already won at convincing the man to follow along with this ridiculous idea. The rapper sighs and his focus leaves Rhaast’s glow and the mirror to look back down and continue what he was working on previously.

 

“So, what? I keep wearing his shit the full week like he threatened me with?” When Kayn’s met with a hum of agreement, he groans, fingers slipping on the smooth button material before he tries again. “I think you’re also just getting a kick out of this,” he grumbles out as he successfully frees himself from the pink button up.

 

“Perhaps, but you also saw how much those photos got to him. His voice cracking, him stomping his foot like a little rabbit,” the reminder brings the image back to the forefront of their mind and Kayn can’t help but huff out a quiet, soft laugh. “Plus, you can’t lie and tell me you aren’t happy to be in a few of these.”

 

Rhaast takes control - only for a moment - to make their eyes snap over to one shirt in particular that has been resting over the back of Kayn’s chair since the rapper took inventory of just what all he had as options to wear after Ezreal’s little heist through his room.

 

Kayn feels his face heat up as the darkin continues, “Oh, if you were to post yourself in that… the internet and the little rabbit might have a field day…” Kayn rips his attention away, busying himself with returning the jacket he wore back to his closet, but he knows he can’t hide how he’s feeling from Rhaast.

 

“And it’s exactly why I’m not wearing that one. Ever.”

 

“But Kayn…,” hearing the darkin pur his name like that sends a tingle up Kayn’s spine, the weight of Rhaast pushing against their bond not helping with the sensation at all. “The poor thing must be so cold without a warm body to be wrapped around…”

 

Kayn fucking hates how he can’t tell if Rhaast is talking about the shirt anymore.

 

“His fucking sleep shirt will be fine without shit for a few days,” he pants out and he lowkey dispises how much of a rise Rhaast can get from him with words alone.

 

“Mmm…. you’re probably right. But with how quick you were to remove it from being mixed with your things? I wonder how strongly it still-”

 

Kayn snaps his closet shut, something he’s getting really good at timing wise to cut off the darkin’s thoughts and voice.

 

“Let me revel in some victory before you start toying with me too, could you?” The rapper’s voice comes out slightly strained and it has Rhaast laughing before Kayn can feel the pressure pushed against his back and sides start to slowly fade. He takes a deep breath and his quickened heartbeat thanks him for it.

 

Now, he can feel Rhaast getting antsy, as if he’s wanting to ask Kayn to refresh any of Ezreal’s pages to see if some kind of statement or explanation has come up yet on any of them. It has him clicking his tongue, but he can’t hide the grin as he picks his phone up and reloads the one that he had been on before while digging around one of his drawers for a top.

 

The response he sees has him barking out a laugh.

 

✧₊EZREAL(•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹:

If you're cold, they're cold 😔🥺

 

So that’s what he was going with? Various ways of essentially saying that, why yes! Ezreal was being kind, letting Kayn borrow his sweaters so he can stay warm! Like people haven’t seen the rapper wear hoodies and some long sleeves before. Granted, he didn't wear them often, but he had had them before Ezreal took em all.

 

He’ll give credit where credit is due, the brat knew how to avoid fan questions and get them talking about something else with his charm and his jokes. Another that has him letting out a snort with how stupid and silly it sounds is one where Ez just replied with, “But does he or does he not look ✨bonita✨ ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ✧” The response is so… EZREAL and it’s having Kayn look down at his phone with a goofy smile as he likes the reply.

 

…should he poke the fire and respond? Add on to the stupid meme he’s referencing and stack more work onto the pile?

 

Rhaast gives a nudge and Kayn is quick to typing, making sure to only @ Ezreal’s handle in the conversation.

 

Shadow.Reaper:

…. i feel bonita

 

He tosses his phone on the bed so that he can finally change into something more comfortable. A few dings back to back coming shortly after has him smiling again as he finishes pulling on sweats.

 

✧₊EZREAL(•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹:

WONDERFUL because you LOOK BONITA!!

(つ≧▽≦)つꕤ*˚๐˟💚

 

The smile turns to a grin as Kayn’s head lazily lulls to the side to look at their reflection again. “Think he believes this is all over and done with, Rhaast?”

The grin turns sharper as Rhaast’s eye begins to glow. “Let’s have some fun with the little rabbit.”

Notes:

I am SO SORRY this took so long to post. Work was chill and then got super hectic and so time and energy has been hard to come by for me right now. Thank you everyone for reading and for sticking around to watch these two idiots dance around each other! 🫶🏻