What Exactly Do Hwei's Paintings Look Like?

╰┈➤ What exactly do Hwei's paintings look like?

I made a post about how Hwei's paintings are similar to impressionism and surrealism (here). But what do Hwei's paintings look like exactly?

Hwei's paintings are a reflection of his unique artistic vision and his ability to manifest his imaginative ideas in a dynamic and magical way. They are not mere two-dimensional representations, but rather three-dimensional images that come to life, blurring the line between reality and art.

The visions that fill Hwei's head are translated onto the canvas with vivid colors and intricate details. His paintings often depict ethereal and fantastical landscapes, showcasing a blend of natural elements and surrealistic imagery. For instance, he may paint scenes of lush forests with vibrant flowers, majestic mountains with swirling clouds, or serene lakes reflecting a multitude of colors.

We know that Hwei has already drawn a landscape through his lore. He painted the Sea of ​​Koyehn for the temple masters.

Hwei's mastery of artistic magic allows him to control the thoughts and emotions of those who witness his art. As a result, his paintings evoke strong emotional responses in viewers, drawing them into the world he has created. The emotions conveyed in his art range from joy and wonder to melancholy and introspection.

In terms of style, Hwei's paintings exhibit a unique blend of impressionism and surrealism (click here for more). The use of vibrant colors and brushstrokes that capture the essence of a fleeting moment or emotion is reminiscent of impressionist techniques. At the same time, Hwei seamlessly combines elements of reality and imagination, blurring the boundaries between the two, which is characteristic of surrealism.

Hwei's artworks often feature symbolism and visual metaphors that invite viewers to interpret and contemplate their deeper meanings. He may incorporate recurring motifs such as cracked earth, songbirds in golden cages, or all-seeing eyes (click here for more) straining full of veins. These symbols represent Hwei's exploration of his own inner darkness, his quest for understanding, and his desire to shed light on life's intrinsic elements through art. (From Hwei's short story: I stand in a glade and imagine it drowning in sights unreal. Grass melts. Rocks swirl into twisted faces. Leaves turn to liquid and drip down branches, bleeding into pools.)

Hwei also paints lively elements like flowers. For example, in his short story, Hwei painted water lilies for a woman to comfort her.

Here we see a specific example of what Hwei's paintings look like.

Here is an analysis of this video: ╰┈➤Hwei Cinematic - Surging Beauty - League of Legends - Analysis

Your portrayal of Hwei was simply delightful! The way you captured his kindness and adorable nature was truly heartwarming. Hwei's sweetness shone through every scene, and it made me fall in love with the character even more.

The interactions between Hwei and Y/N were so wonderful. The chemistry you created between them was palpable!

Furthermore, I must mention how impressed I was with the way you handled the angst in your story. It was beautifully written, evoking a range of emotions within me as a reader. <3

Your skill in weaving angst throughout the narrative added depth and kept me hooked until the very end.

Thank you for sharing your talent and creativity with the fandom. I look forward to reading more!

Snippet from the first time being intimate with Hwei fic with gn Afab reader! Really playing on his intamacy issues and how he struggles between not wanting to hurt his muse but wanting to devour them whole TW: NSFW Themes porn with plot Minors dni

"I was wondering.. and you have every right to reject! but.. y/n could I ask to see you nude and to paint a portrait of you bare ..? You're just so beautiful and I can't stop thinking about it"

His request has already made you feel stripped nude, your face goes hot, as you wrap your arms over your still-clothed body as a means to calm yourself as you feel your heart skip a beat. Your words caused him to stammer, his once composed, dreary demeanor now turned to that of a deer in headlights.

He looks at you with rosey eyes pleading, begging for your acceptance as he locks the door behind him. Your face flushes as his words freeze you in place, so you reiterate with a question of your own, needing to confirm what he really meant despite it being painfully obvious

"Hwei you.. you want to paint a portrait of me naked?"

Hwei's eyes started to swirl with cautionary yellow hues flickering with a firey red as panic started to settle in. He can clearly see how you're uncomfortable, his breath is caught in his throat, he puts a hand over his mouth as his eyes dart around the large open studio, while he slowly nods.

He knows he's probably stepped over a boundary but yet he's long yearned to see you in your most natural form. Your truest self laid before him so that he may hopefully indulge in it. To worship you like the divine being he sees you as, so he had to jump on the opportunity when it presented itself

While yes it was a major step to be stripped bare for his eyes to see, to fully let down your guard and let yourself be on display for him. It was the way he always was so gentle and mellow with his requests that touched your soul, putting your comfort first and foremost before fulfilling any of his desires that made your heart swell, allowing your nervousness to dissipate

Seeing your lover so flustered wasn't an unwelcome sight either, confirming to you that he cared and loved you so deeply. He looked rather adorable as he so politely pleaded for your acceptance, you could see how red the visionary was becoming. How his eyes would dart around the room, one moment, then the next scan your body up and down as he so desperately searched for your answer.

Hwei was growing more anxious by the second, the wait felt unbearable, his heart pounding in his chest, as his stomach began to do flips. So he threw his hands up and waved them in front of his face, the words stammering out of his mouth, to try and relieve the rising tension between the two of you

"I-I'm sorry..! Just forget what I--"

"You may"

You interrupted his flustered babblings by taking his hands in yours, gently stroking the backs of his trembling palms with your thumbs. Your words caused time to stop, then set his body a blaze, as your acceptance processed itself in his mind, still unable to believe that you said yes

"Y/n..? Are you sure..? Are really sure..?!"

He really didn't want to push you but your willingness to be so open and vulnerable took him by surprise and almost frightened him, a feat even he might not be able to overcome in the near hours if the situation leads to it. You nod your head to reaffirm your statement and decide to take advantage of the situation to tease him a bit in his moment of weakness.

"Hwei it's alright, as long as no one else interrupts us~ we could do more than just paint hm?"

Your musings send shivers down the man's spine. The sultry tone of your voice and the way you loosen the first few buttons of your shirt to expose a bit of your skin causes him to practically malfunction. You can see his throat bob up in down as his widened eyes dawn a bright magenta hue. The red color that adorns his face deepens as he watches you with his mouth agape. You make his heart feel like it might just stop as he stumbles to sit at his workspace, unable to take his eyes off of your little show

"Hmm? What's wrong~? Isn't this whatchu wanted?"

You continue to provoke him as he watches from his painter's chair, swiping his dark teal bangs back and away from his face watching you remove your garments at an agonizing pace. More of your supple skin begins to reveal itself, your curves unveiled under the setting sun that seeps through the curtains, casting a luminous golden glow upon you as your clothing pools on the floor beneath you but stop your little strip tease once you are down to just your bra and panties. You give Hwei a look full of mischief laced with lust, you walk over and place his trembling hands over your hips as you almost straddling the man. You hook his slender fingers under the band of your panties and whisper.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

Hwei already couldn't believe his eyes, the word 'perfect' couldn't even begin to describe you. His words were caught in his throat, he felt like an eldritch creature laying its dirty, vile hands upon the purest, most divine angel heaven had so graciously blessed him with, while desperately fighting the immense need to indulge in you.

He didn't feel worthy of laying his hands on you in such an intimate manner. Words couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you were in his eyes, and how disgusting he felt about himself in comparison. But how the need for you grows as he casts his borderline obsessive gaze upon you, again feeling the soft plush of your hips and the silky fabric of your underwear beneath his fingertips only driving his desire further

"If you so allow me to my love.."

You could see the turmoil of emotions swirling in him, nervousness and need, hesitancy and desire. Knowing Hwei he probably feels inadequate and untrusting of himself to lay his hands on you in such a way but how desperately he wants to devour you in this moment. So you tighten your grip upon his hands whilst you affirm aloud

"It's alright I trust you Hwei.., I know you won't hurt me.."

Your words caused his heart to swell as a slight sense of newfound confidence from your affirmations caused him to straighten up in his seat He leaned in closer to you then thickly swallowed with a shakey breath escaping his lips still uncertain of himself. He pulled down the delicate fabric, it took everything in his being not to dive into your core right as it revealed itself.

His touch was careful and restrained, Hwei placed his warm hands atop your plush thighs, slowly sliding them up your torso, watching in awe as his fingers sank in slightly into your plush flesh. He leans his face closer to your torso, his lips ghosting over your pristine skin. Allowing himself to indulge in the intimacy, he softly presses his lips upon your body, trailing a path of affectionate kisses up to the valley of your breast as sweet nothings fall from his lips and onto your supple skin

"Oh my love... how you're more perfect than I could've ever imagined... I truly don't deserve someone as divine as you.."

His musings make your heart both simultaneously soar and sink as you feel the warmth of his breath alongside strands of his hair wafting against you. His hands gingerly make their way to the claps of your bra, Hwei's hands hesitate for a moment, feeling like the world could end if he messes things up now. He looks up to you, a look as if he's asking once again for your permission.

You nod your head knowing what he's asking for as his hands ghost over the only thing left from exposing yourself entirely to him. It takes him only moments of fiddling with the clasps and your bra sluffs off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath the two of you.

You could feel Hwei stiffen underneath you, watching him so intently hide his hardening groin from your sight. Shuffling and shifting beneath you, grasping for the ends of his clothes, draping the ends of anything he could grab onto and place over his growing erection, praying you don't notice as arousal of your own begins to dip from you

"Whatever did I do to get so lucky to have an angel lay bare right before my eyes.. y/n you're everything anyone could ever want.."

He continues placing soft, slow kisses up to your collarbone, his hands ghosting over the mound of your breast. You gently place your hand over his, collapsing his trembling palm over the soft flesh screaming to be touched by his hands.

While the tension and the atmosphere was hot as a summers day, the temperature in the visionary's studio was a stark contrast. Goosebumps began to litter your skin, your nipples perking up under Hwei's fingertips while the night air crept in through the windows. You shiver under his touch, as a shakey sigh leaves your lips Hwei's loving immersion is broken as concern settles in noticing your icey state.

He quickly rubs his hands up and down your arms and pulls you in closer, he then removes the crest from his robe and swiftly sets it aside. Hwei then distances himself slightly as he begins to remove the long teal tunic he so often adorns, then wrapping it around you and pulling you close once again

"Apologies it gets so cold during the late hours.."

He pauses his voice becoming low and raspy against the nape of your neck. He whispers against your skin as he wraps his robe around the both of you. Your body pressed up against his, and your breast squished to his exposed chest.

"Besides.. I don't think we're going to be staying in here anyways.. I can't focus when you're acting like that.. c'mon lets go to the room.."

Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: violence, blood

Chapter 3: Moonlight on Bloodstained Glass

(part 1 here)

(part 2 here)

Summary: You worry about Hwei's growing bond with Jhin. As you help the suffering villagers, Jhin discovers your secret and offers a deal. Refusing to compromise, you confront Hwei at an exhibition, where he passionately reassures his love for you.

You sigh as you wait at the temple gates for Hwei to return from another afternoon with Jhin. Ever since this artist had arrived at the Koyehn Temple a few weeks ago, Hwei spends nearly all his time following Jhin around like a lovesick puppy, enthralled by the man's charisma and talent.

You can't deny that Jhin is an incredibly gifted artist, but there is an air of danger about him that sets your nerves on edge. You worry about the influence Jhin is having on Hwei.

While Hwei's passion and skill for his craft have deepened under Jhin's influence, so too have his moods darkened. Gone is the shy, gentle boy you had known for years. This new Hwei is unpredictable, his temper flaring at the slightest provocation. Though he remains kind to you, you see how harshly he now critiques the other students' work.

Your gaze unconsciously ascends, and you behold a panoramic view of billowing clouds gracefully waltzing across the heavens. Amidst their ethereal expanse, tiny silhouettes of birds soar and dart, a synchronized flock effortlessly harnessing the currents. A bittersweet longing fills your being as you pause, captivated by their exquisite, unhurried movements.

Your concern grows as Hwei and Jhin come into view, walking close with their heads bent together in quiet conversation. A cold smile briefly graces Jhin's lips as his gaze flickers in your direction, and you have to suppress a shiver. You care deeply for Hwei and fear what might happen to him under this man's guidance. If only you could make Hwei see the danger before it is too late.

The bag on your shoulder feels heavy as you adjust its strap, filled with food and medicine for the village. Dark clouds gather in the sky as a gust of wind blows past, ruffling your robes. You glance up just as Hwei and Jhin emerge, engrossed in quiet conversation.

Hwei smiles briefly in greeting as his eyes meet yours, but quickly shifts his focus back to Jhin, hanging on the man's every word. You repress a frown. Ever since Jhin's arrival, Hwei scarcely has time for anything else.

They pass by without pausing, Jhin's cold smile sending an unwanted shudder through you. You watch them go, hoping Hwei will finally see the darkness lurking beneath Jhin's charming veneer. But for now, he remains blinded – his vision clouded.

You turn away from the temple, heading towards the town. The Temple Masters would disapprove if they knew you were using stored supplies to aid the village's sick and starving. But you cannot stand by while people suffer, not when you have the means and skills to help. Their well-being is worth more than any rules. A storm is coming, in more ways than one. All you can do is brace for the winds of change.

As you make your way towards the direction of the village, Jhin's voice suddenly calls out behind you. "Pray tell, where do you hasten with such urgency?"

You turn to see him peering intently at you, Hwei hovering at his side as always. Forcing a smile, you reply, "Just to the village to pick up a few things. I'll try to make it back for the exhibition."

Jhin's cold smile grows. "Do hurry along then. We wouldn't want you to miss Hwei's unveiling of his latest works. I'm ever so curious what insights you might share."

His piercing gaze makes your skin crawl, and you get the unsettling feeling he sees far more than you wish. Giving a hasty nod, you turn and continue into the forest, shoulders tensing under the weight of his stare. Only when the temple disappears from view do you dare to glance back, seeing with relief that Jhin has already gone. But his shadow seems to linger still, and you can't help but wonder what darker intents lie behind his interest. Picking up your pace, you focus on the village ahead and the people waiting for your aid, finding solace in lost souls far simpler than the games of those at the temple.

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As you finally step into the village, a sense of tranquility washes over you. The mill town, nestled harmoniously alongside a meandering river, unveils its picturesque charm. The flowing waters of the river provide a lifeline of vitality for the village, powering the gristmills and sawmills that line its banks. The rhythmic hum of machinery fills the air, a testament to the industrious nature of the community.

Flour and lumber, products of the mills, are exported to distant lands, acting as golden threads that weave fortune into the fabric of the town. The buildings, constructed with sturdy timber and worn brick, stand proudly as testaments to the village's history and wealth.

At the heart of the community lies a central square, bustling with life and activity. On certain days of the week, the square transforms into a vibrant marketplace. Open-air stalls, adorned with colorful awnings, are filled with an assortment of goods. The townsfolk gather here, their faces animated with conversation and laughter as they socialize and trade wares. The air is filled with the enticing aromas of freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and fragrant flowers.

Amidst the joviality of the market, wandering bards and artists add an enchanting touch. Street performances captivate the crowd, their melodies intertwining with the laughter and chatter. The village square becomes a stage, where tales are spun, brushes stroke canvases, and dreams take flight in the minds of both young and old.

As you cast your gaze uphill, a charming waterfall comes into view, cascading gracefully down from a weathered cliff. Its crystal-clear waters reflect the sunlight, creating shimmering patterns that dance on the rocky surface below. The soothing sound of the waterfall serves as a melodic backdrop, harmonizing with the vibrant ambiance of the village.

Beyond the enchanting waterfall, a tiny harbor comes into view. Fishing boats and sailboats bob gently on the water's surface, coming and going with the ebb and flow of the tide. The harbor serves as a gateway to the vast expanse of the sea, connecting the village to distant shores and adventures yet to be discovered.

You enter the small room off the town's apothecary, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the ill woman lying in the bed. The smell of sickness hangs in the air, a mixture of sweat and something unpleasant you can't quite place. Breathing through your mouth, you move to the bedside and place the small tray of food and water down on the rickety bedside table, taking care not to spill.

The woman's eyes flutter open weakly at the noise and she gazes up at you, her face pale and brow damp with sweat. She licks cracked lips slowly, as if even that small action takes great effort. "Thank you, but I fear this is the end for me," she whispers hoarsely. "Death comes for us all eventually."

You nod solemnly, understanding the resignation in her tone but unwilling to give in to despair just yet. Reaching for a cup, you hold it to her lips and encourage her to sip slowly. "This may be so," you respond gently once she's finished, "but as long as breath remains, there is still life to be found. We must seize each moment and find what joy we can, however fleeting, instead of dwelling in darkness."

A small spark of something - hope, or maybe just weary humor - glimmers weakly in her eyes. "Ever the optimist," she sighs, but the faintest trace of a smile tugs at her chapped lips. Outside, life in the village continues as normal, oblivious to the fragility of our mortality. For now, in this small space, you aim to keep death at bay awhile longer.

You take a moment to study your surroundings more closely. The single room is sparse, containing only the narrow bed, rickety table, and a single wooden chair. Yellowed plaster peels from the walls, revealing crumbling stone underneath. Dust motes swirl visibly in the rays of sunlight filtering through the lone window, one pane cracked and letting in the chill breeze.

Reaching into your worn leather bag, you withdraw a small loaf of bread and place it carefully on the table. As you do, something outside catches your eye. You cross to the window to find a small sparrow lying motionless on the narrow stone sill, eyes glassy and wings folded. It must have flown into the cracked pane in its frenzied flight, you think sadly. Nature's inevitable cycle on brutal display.

Carefully scooping up the tiny corpse, you turn to toss it out into the wild grass below. But pausing, you look back to the ill woman in the bed, taking in her labored breathing and pallid features. "Even the lowliest creatures fight until their last," you murmur, more to yourself than her. Reinvigorated, you shut the window firmly, blocking out the signs of life and death beyond, and turn back to your patient with a smile. "Now, let us see if we can coax you to eat a bit."

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You exit the small dwelling and turn right as planned, pulling your worn cloak tighter against the chill. But barely three steps along, a voice sounds from behind, stopping you in your tracks.

"Interesting. I don't think the Temple would approve of your behavior."

Spinning, you find Jhin leaning against the wall, eyes glinting with something you can't quite read - mischief, malice, you know not. Your heart pounds, fear and worry flooding you at the threat of exposure. But you steel your nerves and reply firmly, "I am simply trying to offer comfort where the Temple has not. Now if you'll excuse me-"

Jhin holds up a hand, silencing you. "No need for threats, I wish no harm. Consider this... a favor, between artists. I won't tell of your little secret, if you would accompany me to the exhibition at the Temple. Purely for artistic enjoyment, of course."

You hesitate, memories of Jhin's... eccentricities giving you pause. "I'm afraid I must decline your offer, Jhin. I've duties that cannot wait," you say firmly, holding his stare though every instinct screams to flee.

You don't wait for more, whirling and darting down the road at a run. Glancing back, you see Jhin still watching from the wall, an unsettling sentinel against the gray stone. Pushing your legs to move faster, you pray the distance between you grows swiftly.

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You arrive at the Temple's grand arched entrance, already buzzing with crowds filtering in for the exhibition. Taking a bracing breath, you slip within, instantly overwhelmed by the throngs admiring artwork hung salon-style along every hall.

Squinting through the masses, you finally spot a familiar head of wispy teal hair and make your way over. "Hwei!" you call, tapping his shoulder.

He turns with a grin and looks at the man beside him - Jhin, as poised as ever. "Ah, hello. Jhin was just complimenting my newest piece," Hwei explains. Hwei's gaze, as ever, holds multitudes - wonder and passion intermingled.

You nod coolly to Jhin, then turn your attention to the painting itself. His style is unmistakable in the swirling sand dunes and blazing sun depicted, awash in vibrant hues of gold and orange. And yet, peering closer, you discern notes of shadow amongst the light. Figures seem to lurk just beneath the surface of the dunes, half-seen in the gleaming beams.

"It's certainly beautiful," you observe carefully. Hwei smiles. Jhin merely watches, ever inscrutable. A tense moment passes before the crowd surges anew, pulling your attention reluctantly away. But try as you might, an uneasy darkness seems to have taken root in your mind, spurred by shadows both literal and figurative.

Gently but firmly, you grasp Hwei's wrist amidst the swirling crowd and lead him away, towards an empty alcove offering refuge from prying eyes. As he turns to you with questioning eyes, you cannot hold back your concern any longer.

"Hwei, I worry for you. I have seen how you wander always at Jhin's heels, as if bound by his machinations. But have you considered what depths his interest may hide? I fear what machinations grow in that twisted mind of his." 

You duck your head, unable to meet those shifting eyes. "Forgive me, it is not my place to question your choices. Only...I do not wish to see you come to harm. You burn so brightly, my love - it would break me to see that light extinguished."

A soft sigh, then fingers at your chin tilt your face upward once more. Hwei smiles, a melancholy smile. "My love, you have nothing to fear. Jhin intrigues me, as do all souls bearing such exquisite complexity. But none could ever hold my devotion as you do."

His cool palm finds yours, twining your fingers fast. "My art may wander myriad paths, but here alone liesanchors - here in your steadfast heart there dwells no shadow of doubt could sever me. You, and you alone, are home." Lips brush your forehead, light as a breath of wind. "Now, come - let us find brighter themes to dwell upon this night."

As Hwei leans in, you meet his kiss with longing, all doubts melting away in the warmth of his touch. His hands cup your face with tender care as his lips move against yours, chasing away the shadows of the night. When he draws back to check for consent, you follow hungrily, grabbing his robes to pull him close once more.

This time the kiss deepens as you tease open his mouth, tasting the passion long kept at bay. One hand wraps around his waist while the other tangling in silken locks, grazing his scalp. You push him back against the wall for support as tongues glide in exploration. Lost in fevered sensation, you pay no heed to surroundings - there is only Hwei, his exhilarating nearness chasing all coherent thought away.

Reluctantly you break apart to regain your breath, eyes drifting shut as waves of rapture still course through your limbs. A soft gasp makes you reopen them to find Hwei staring back, lips kiss-swollen and eyes awash in vivid color - reds and pinks swirling like dawn breaking over stormy seas. His hands shake where they rest upon flushed cheeks, awed by the depths unveiled between you in that singular moment of surrender.

Your favorite color is truly whatever color Hwei's eyes are.

Words seem inadequate to convey all that hangs unspoken in the charged air. Instead you wind your fingers with his, guiding him gently from the alcove.

Hand in hand, you return with Hwei to the dwindling art exhibition. The candles have burned low, casting flickering shadows through near-empty halls. Most guests have departed for the night, leaving you almost alone amidst a sea of silent canvases.

Hwei leads you unerringly back to his own painting, glowing at the far end of the long gallery like a beacon. Up close, you notice new layers emerging in the hues - pinks like flushed lips, reds like throbbing hearts, all tangled within the dunes and light. His art seems to capture the maelstrom storming within, giving form to private joy too immense for mere likeness.

Slipping an arm around his waist, you lean your head against his shoulder and match your breathing to the slow rise and fall. Here is sanctuary, where passion translated holds no judgment, only revelation. One question lingers on your lips, soft as a brushstroke - what depths remain to unveil, through nights and nights of intimacy's unveiling?

But for now, solace dwells in stillness - in the adoring artist beside you, in his works that mirror your entwined souls. Together you gaze, absorbing serenity through every pore, as darkness gently gathers its easel and brushes and lets quietude's canvas spread unimpeded.

This is enough.

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You stand in the temple library late at night, gently watering the plants that line the tall windows, lost in the calming rhythm of the work. Your thoughts wander back to Hwei and you blush. Outside, a warm summer rain falls, droplets racing down the glass in rivulets. The air is heavy with the rich aroma of leather and paper, centuries of knowledge soaked into the walls.

As you water the trailing ivy, a subtle change comes over you - the small hairs on your arms stand on end, and your breathing quickens almost imperceptibly. Though no sound disturbed the stillness, you feel eyes upon your back in the dark. You slowly lift your chin and catch a glimpse of the reflection in the rain-soaked window - a pale, ghostly figure watches you from the shadows.

A low, mellifluous voice echoes through the library then, the words gentle yet carrying an edge like a well-honed blade. "Do not turn around." You recognize that silky tone. Jhin. Against your will, your hands clench on the watering can, nails biting into your palms.

Jhin steps closer, boots whispering against the carpet, until you feel his warm breath stir the hair by your ear.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Jhin extends his hand, his touch feather-light as he caresses your neck. His voice is a mere whisper against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, how exquisite it would be to make a diamond out of you," he murmurs, his words both haunting and captivating. "It was impolite of you to refuse my company this eve.”

His touch is like the brush of a soft breeze, but it's also firm and commanding. With his finger, he slowly traces the line of your neck upward, until his hand rests on your chin. As he turns you around to face him, the intensity of his gaze locks your eyes with his. Time seems to stand still. "You see, my dear, one can create diamonds from the ashes of the departed. How beautiful it would be to immortalize you in such a way."

His eyes are filled with fascination. Every detail of your face, from the curve of your cheek to the shape of your lips, is being analyzed and studied. You can feel his breath on your face, hot and heavy, like the air around a raging fire.

A chill runs down your spine as you realize the danger, you're in, but you're helpless to escape it. His grip on your chin is tight and unmoving, and you feel like you're trapped in a web of his making. You can only stare up at him, unable to speak or move, as he continues to evaluate you with those eyes.

You feel the cold glass behind you as he presses you against it.

"Imagine, a diamond forged from your essence, capturing your beauty for eternity," Jhin whispers, his words painting a haunting picture in your mind.

As your gaze momentarily flickers towards the exit, behind him, Jhin swiftly notices the movement. With a forceful grip, he turns your head back towards him, his eyes piercing into yours.

Desperation tinged with fear fills your voice as you plead with him, "Please, Jhin, let me go. I beg of you." Your words tremble with an underlying hope that he might release you from his clutches, that he might see reason beyond his twisted vision of art.

"Oh, my dear, you misunderstand. You are not meant to simply be set free. You are destined to become a masterpiece, a creation that will transcend time itself," he declares, his words carrying an air of absolute conviction.

With a calculating gaze, Jhin leans in closer, his voice a low, hypnotic whisper. "You will be adorned as a jewelry necklace, forever cherished and immortalized."

"Do you not wish to be forever with Hwei? As a jewelry accessory, you shall forever remain intertwined, your love immortalized in this exquisite creation." The mention of Hwei, the one you hold dear, sends a pang of both longing and terror through your heart.

Horror and disbelief washes over you, grappling with the twisted logic that Jhin presents. The thought of being forever confined as a mere ornament, your existence reduced to a lifeless gem, sends a wave of panic coursing through your veins. But deep down, a flicker of hope remains, that perhaps there is a way to escape this fate, to break free from the clutches of this deranged artist.

As you desperately attempt to flee, Jhin moves with swift precision, his hand snatching your wrist and pulling you close to him. Even as you struggle to break free, his grip holds fast. “This isn’t the curtain call. You won't be leaving just yet. I'm far from finished with you. And you’re going to watch the show… or I’ll make you the finale, now.”

Despite your sheer terror, you struggle with all your might to escape, but it's to no avail. His free hand reaches for a smaller gun, and with a swift motion, he strikes you in the head with the butt of it, sending a blinding shot of pain through your skull. You crumple to the ground, your head oozing with blood, and you feel his hand slip over your mouth, effectively muffling your screams for help.

With one hand, he strangles you, cutting off the blood flow to your brain.

As the world begins to fade to black, you hear his voice in a low whisper, close to your ear, "You are quite the fighter, aren't you, darling?" You can barely make out the words as they seem to echo in your ears, and you feel yourself slipping away, your consciousness slipping from you. His voice is the last thing you hear.

Swain x F!Reader, if you have the time and energy?

Swain (League of Legends) x F!Reader

Summary: Worried for Swain, burdened by his responsibilities, you find comfort in his presence.

Warnings: none

Note: Here it is! I wanted to write a small and cute scene. <3

The chill of the night presses against your skin, a welcome respite from the stifling heat of the day. You stand at the balcony's edge, the city sprawled beneath you like a tapestry of flickering lights. A lone raven, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky, circles overhead, its caw echoing the unease that gnaws at your gut.

You are lost in contemplation, your thoughts a tangled web of anxieties and desires, when a shadow falls across the marble floor. The click of heavy boots on stone sends a shiver down your spine. You don't need to turn to know who it is.

"My dear," Swain's voice, a silken whisper laced with steel, slithers into the silence. "It is late. You should rest."

You turn slowly, meeting his gaze. "My mind, Swain," you say, your voice barely above a breath, "is too restless for sleep."

You feel his presence draw nearer until he is standing right beside you. His physical form is intimidating to most, with his black armor and fierce demeanor, but to you he has always been gentle.

"What troubles you so?" he asks, genuinely concerned.

You hesitate, unsure of how to express the tumult of emotions within you. Swain patiently waits, as he always does, for you to gather your thoughts.

"The responsibility you bear is crushing," you whisper, your voice trembling. "You carry the weight of an empire on your shoulders, alone. What if… what if we lose?" The thought of Swain, defeated, is unbearable. "I only wish there was more I could do to ease your burden. What if you…" you can't finish the sentence. Your heart aches with the fear of losing him, of losing everything.

He turns to face you, lifting your chin delicately with his gauntleted hand so your eyes meet his intense gaze.

"You ease my burden more than you know simply by being at my side. Your caring nature and compassion are a rare light in this world of constant battle and sacrifice. Do not underestimate the strength you give me."

His words warm your soul but still you worry. "What of the future, when we are gone from this world? Will our lives have meant anything if Noxus does not endure?"

A small smile plays at the corners of his lips. "You question too much the fickle hands of fate, my dear, when the present offers so much more."

He brushes a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you sigh contentedly, finally relaxing into his tender embrace. You lay your head against the ornate plating of his chestplate, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath. Here, in his arms, is the only place you feel truly at peace.

After a tranquil moment, Swain speaks again. "Come, walk with me through the gardens. Their beauty may help lift your spirits."

Hand in hand you wander the moonlit paths, surrounded by fragrant blossoms in full bloom.

Fireflies drift through swaying leaves and vines like miniature sparks of hope, their gentle pulse a counterpoint to the adagio of your hearts. Pausing beside a lush orchid display, you admire exotic blooms in muted daylight. Their delicate petals flutter with every whisper, seduced by summer zephyrs carrying whispers of love unvoiced.

Turning, Swain's gaze meets yours beneath a tapestry of stars. His large hand encloses your cheek in a gentle caress, belying the ferocity lurking beneath silk-clad skin. Leaning into his touch, you sigh softly.

"These remind me of you, delicate yet resilient," Swain observes. "Just as fragile beauty can thrive even in the harshest of environments, so too does your kindness persist despite witnessing endless hardship."

His words warm your face with a blush. For such an intimidating leader, he has a poetic soul. You turn to face him, meeting his intense gaze once more. An unspoken understanding passes between you in that moment.

Closing the mere inch between your parted lips, Swain seals your mouth with his own in a kiss of deepest longing. A sigh escapes you both to mingle in the breathless space. His lips mold fervently to yours in slow exploration, reacquainting himself with every subtle contour.

A flick of his tongue begs entrance, which you gladly grant with a small moan of surrender. The kiss deepens as Swain maps your willing mouth with thorough passion. You cling to his broad shoulders, warmth curling low in your stomach from his sensual tutelage alone.

All too soon, he withdraws just enough to graze your kiss-swollen lips in fleeting adoration. Your eyes flutter open to meet his smoldering gaze, mirroring the flames he has kindled within your core with nothing but his kiss.

Chests heaving, you remain locked in wordless communion, desire and devotion flowing between you like an unbreakable current. The kiss has left you aching for infinitely more.

When you finally part from him breathlessly, Swain takes you in his arms and continues on his way at a fast pace. You cling to him trustingly as he carries you back inside, the doors of your chambers bursting open with a flick of his wrist. Gently he lays you upon the feather-soft bed, following to hover protectively over your trembling form.

His eyes drink you in like fine wine before capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Hands that have commanded vast armies now roam your body with achingly tender care. Safe in Swain's embrace, all the world seems to fade away, leaving only your entwined forms locked in an ageless dance of passion beneath the starry light.

In the hazy afterglow you lie nestled against his broad chest, fingers idly tracing patterns across his scarred skin as his even breaths stir your hair.

A deep serenity fills you, chasing away the restless thoughts that had plagued your mind only hours before.

Swain places a lingering kiss to your forehead. "However the tides of fate may turn, know that you have given my life purpose and joy like nothing else. I vow to you that as long as there is breath in my body, Noxus will stand, so that our love may endure through the ages."

You smile blissfully up at him. "Then let this be the new dawn of an era where compassion and strength walk hand in hand." With that you seal your promise with a tender kiss of your own, hearts content to leave the future in wiser hands than your own as you lose yourselves fully in each other's loving embrace beneath the night sky.

You actually did it. I love it sm 😭🖤

Yeah becuase you know I just had to do it to em

OMG pls do! I would love to read it

Guys.. I think I've been doing the opposite of uwufying Hwei

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I think its worse

Or better depending..

I think Ive been daddifying himm

*clear visible despair*

Im litterally on the same page but the different side as the uwuifyers..