#Demon swain

[lichdandy]

Old art, still like it

(Always knew he was Raum, knew it)

#Raum #Swain #Demon swain #demon #demonic #Noxus #league of legends art #art of legends #league art #jericho swain #transformation

[noxianwilled]

I have many thoughts about the comic and I don't think everything is great but as someone whose entire portrayal pre recent lore was 'Marcus really is dead bc Kat chose her loyalty to Noxus and Swain and killed her dad' the last couple chapters appealed to me specifically uahsuahduahd

#» out of character — ⌜main sup irl.⌟ #Kat developing her own style and surpassing the master and becoming Swain's n1 assassin #is good and I stand by it #it's a direction I feel her character should go towards #and I do kinda love she's in his demonic abilities secret #also the severance of the family #I never? thought soreana and marcus Really loved each other #and had the impression the split was more #sore and cass vs the other three #but it's not like there was much to be able to tell for certain #I think talon really is the weakest point for me #bc I like either previous characterization better than what we got since last week #anyway #mel reads the katarina comic

[thescreaminghat]

Swain, exiting the tavern: Well, that was a pleasant evening. I’ll be sure to use my hangover as an excuse to miss every single meeting that I have tomorrow. 

Draven, clearly drunk: Wait, are you leaving already? Can you give me a ride home? 

Swain: No.

Draven: Please, please, old man --- I’m super sweaty and the buildings are going all wavy. What if I die on the way back? Huh? Who’s going to run my show then? Darius? 

Swain: . . . Alright, but if you throw up while we’re in the air, I’m dropping you off of the Immortal Bastion. 

Draven: DEAL 

(Later, as he was getting ready for bed, Darius heard what seemed to be his brother screaming and laughing wildly in the distance. When he looked out his window, his eyes beheld Draven giggling stupidly on a gigantic raven that flew off into the night.)

#swain #jericho swain #draven #darius #league of legends #incorrect quotes #yeah swain is dravens designated driver except he also gets drunk and turns into a demonic bird #the Besties strike again

[vixtionary]

local man rides off to a war to die, to avoid getting hetted by family.

"There is always a choice. There is not always someone bold enough to take it."

#((he lives his life by that u.u asoifjwa)) #((local man says no to heteronormativity u.u marries a demon later -)) #;answered #(( boram vc: lmao u lose in ionia dead end jericho swain: ThEre I s aLwaYS a c hOIcE (::: ))

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🌹 uwu

RULES READ

The mage felt his stomach twist when the Noxian Grand General offered him a flower, his blood turning to ice as he gazed at the man, his expression neutral despite the bubbling vitriol in his heart. His neck cracked as he turned his attention downward towards the petals, his own hatred making his body lock up. Robin did not like how alive the flower was within Swain's hand, shouldn't a monster kill and maim flowers, shouldn't it be covered in blood? And yet, it lay healthy within his grasp. He had heard stories of how the man was a great beast, a vicious creature of the night who had brought death to thousands, that he had eyes all over; and while Robin knew it was metaphorical, the visual was hard to push out of the mind. Of a monster.

The blurred visage infront of him denoted none of it, this was a man.

"Forgive my hesitation, Grand General, it is not often I am visited by such a renowned man such as yourself, I thank you for this gift, might I ask what has brought you to my garden?"

Control was within every motion as he lifted his hand to take the flower from the man, from the single person responsible for staining Ionia's field with blood of native and foreigner alike. The man who had shaken up the balance of nature so horribly that Azakana had begun their hunt, the price of victory. Robin does not notice when the shadow of a bird flutters overhead to land on a nearby branch, its many eyes adjusting as the feathers on its wings begin to wiggle, threatening to attack. When his fingers brush the general's a zap of realization crosses through him as he turns his attention upwards as a low growl reverberated in his head, an defensive snarl in relation to a new predator.

Raum.

The mage finally brought the flower close to his chest, as if cradling a child, and cannot help but grin down into the petals, beginning to turn on his heel before gesturing into the lucious eden, an invitation. Robin brushed his fingers along the edge of the stem as he cooed with honeyed words,

"If you'd like, sir, I would brew you a cup of tea, or offer you my home should you ever need it. Would you like to help me pick a place to put your gift, you are quite wise in where to plant seeds for growth, I'm sure." He took the first step into his home, but paused to gaze back to the general, "My apologies, I've not been in court before," and bowed his head with a hand upon his unbeating heart,

"Noxus will Rise."

#ic #rp #verse: canon #visionoxus #rules read #SORRY I WENT INSANE #Robin has heard so much about Swain #but now its like #ah #the monster is a man. Of course. #PLUS LIKE #BEL AND RAUM??? #THE DEMONS!!! #4D chess activates

[lovelybrooke]

Masterlist

Masterlist 2

Here is the masterlist of all my works. Please enjoy.

Ni No Kuni, Wrath of the White Witch:

Marcassin Headcanons

More Marcassin Headcanons

Even more Marcassin Headcanons

Childhood friends to lovers with Marcassin

(Aged up) Oliver Headcanons

Cassiopeia Headcanons

Swaine Headcanons

(Platonic) Esther and Oliver Headcanons

One Piece:

Where Am I? (Part 1 Link)

Where Am I? (Part 2 Link)

Where Am I? (Part 3 Link)

Yandere Strawhats x readers

How you met the yandere Strawhats

Yandere Strawhats x Isekai reader

Strange technology

Average Day with the Yandere Strawhats

Strawhats with a distrusting reader

We'll always protect you

I refuse

Platonic Yandere Strawhats with FTM reader

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones

Platonic yandere house of the dragon x maid reader

Platonic Yandere House Stark

The Last of Us (Tv series)

Platonic Yandere Joel and Ellie Headcanons

Time for School (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

I’m your sister (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

Stars (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

Life Before (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

platonic yandere Joel and Ellie with a sick reader (requested)

The wrath of a family pt. 1 (requested)

The wrath of a family pt. 2 (requested)

Regret (requested)

Regret pt.2 (requested)

You're going to be okay

This is home (requested)

Growing up

Arcane

Platonic yandere Viktor and Jayce

We could be a family (platonic yandere silco and jinx)

Home Sweet Home

Platonic Yandere Silco and Jinx

Platonic Yandere Vander

Persona 5

Platonic Yandere Phantom Thieves x reader

Platonic Yandere Goro Akechi

Yandere Haru x reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Platonic Yandere Gojo Satoru

Platonic Yandere Yuji Itadori

Gojo with a high cure energy reader

An exception

Platonic Megumi with his childhood friend

Platonic Sukuna with Yuji's Childhood friend

I can only hope

Yandere Gojo and Getou x reader

Avatar the way of water

Home

Platonic yandere sully family

Family Sacrifice

Family sacrifice pt 2

Human Sully Meeting the metkayina Tribe

Tsireya and Aonung after family sacrifice

Ouran High School Host Club

How they knew

Yandere Ouran High School Host Club concept

Pretty Please?

Reader leaving for College

Demon Slayer

Yandere Demon Slayer Concept pt. 1

Yandere Demon Slayer Concept pt.2

Platonic Yandere Inosuke with polar opposite reader

The way things were before

The way things were before pt.2

Welcome home

Platonic Yandere Zenitsu headcanons

Demon Slayers with a foreign reader

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse Concept

Hanging out With Them

Makeover

Be Careful

Watching Over You

Hobie with an Autistic reader (Platonic)

How they react to you getting into university

For the Multiverse

Platonic Yandere Miles Morales Headcanons

Reader having a secret partner

Hobie with a reader who suffers Auditory and Visual hallucinations (platonic)

Right were you belong

Death Note

L with an Aroace reader

Best Friends Forever

Aren't you excited

Twisted Wonderland

first years reaction to reader wanting to leave

second years reaction to reader wanting to leave

third years reaction to reader wanting to leave

Pokemon

Yandere Kieran x reader

Hazbin Hotel

Yandere Hazbin Hotel Concept Pt 1

Yandere Hazbin Hotel Concept Pt 2

Yandere Angels x immortal reader

Yandere Overlords x immortal reader

Elden Ring

Yandere Elden Ring Concept

#masterlist #faniction #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #yandere one piece #yandere house of the dragon #ni no kuni x reader #anime fanfic #yandere avatar way of water #platonic yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere ouran high school host club #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer

[saey707]

Imagine you're new to Noxus... very obviously unaware and unused to the brutality of this culture. Like a sheep to the slaughter, all doe-eyed and innocent. Which yandere would this catch the eye of? Someone who wants to protect you, or perhaps someone who wants to mold you to their liking?

(Not a request for anyone in particular, just a concept idea wanted to share and curious who you would picture for this certain scenario. Congrats on surviving the dreaded finals btw!)

✿ Prompt: Which Yandere? Scenario ✿

♡ champion focus: swain ♡ tw: yandere, manipulation ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Thanks so much for submitting this concept, anon! Even though it isn't a request, I did want to get some of my ideas out for this particular idea! (๑>◡<๑) Hope you enjoy! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

ALSO! Fun side quest I came up with: Count the number of ravens (headcanons) and view the old English rhyme under the section titled "Astral Travel" here to see Swain's omen attached to you... ♡✧( •⌄• )

From the description you gave me, Swain was my immediate thought on your best bet for who is most likely to protect and shelter you, but also mold your potential to his liking!

Swain wants to test your limits, but he also wants to assure you won't get hurt in the process. In Noxus, you have to be strong... But the General isn't opposed to having a pretty little thing at his hip, or better yet, on his lap~

It's a rare find for someone to be so innocent and unaware of the bloodshed, brutality, and war that came with Noxus- An innocent sheep to the slaughter as one would say. And that's exactly what makes you all the more appealing to Swain.

Given how much power and influence he has over the people of Noxus, there would never come a time when anyone would question his judgment for why he keeps a pathetic, little thing like you around. And should someone dare to question his judgment, then they'll be sure to meet his demonic hand...

Even if you make a mistake or two, Swain will always forgive you. While your knowledge is still limited, he will graciously be your guiding light in shaping you into the perfect lover.

Even when you seek a fresh start, Swain will always drag you right back down to where you need to be: At his side, as his pretty, little lover.

Even if your heart longs for power and prestige, Swain will gladly give you that and more. He would give you a throne, even if it must be built atop bloodshed.

Even if you attempt to leave him all alone, Swain always knows the proper words and whispers of the demon to lure you right back into his arms.

Even when you are miles or even leagues away from him, Swain is always watching. Now, it wasn't because he didn't trust you... It was more because he cared for your well-being for lack of better terms! He can't have a lowborn Noxian or assassin laying a filthy finger on you! It is the entire reason why there isn't a raven out there that isn't reporting back to the General about your status!

Doe eyes and an innocent heart can get you quite far, but never enough from the longing General who wants nothing more than for your eyes to be on him... Even when he has an entire unkindness of ravens keeping their eyes on you.

There will never come a day that you will be unhappy with Swain. You can have anything and everything you ever wanted if you just stay by his side... Don't you see? The possibilities are endless!

#saeybaewrites #request #headcanons #yandere #x reader #jericho swain #jericho swain x reader #swain league of legends #lol #lol swain x reader #swain lol #swain league of legends x reader #swain lol x reader #lol x reader #league of legends x reader

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

I must say what a curious design for a ship - and it is remarkable how Runeterra's art manages to truly sell how "different" Nilah is in her origin. Like Viego, you will not find her homeland on the Runeterran map, both Camavor and its smaller neighbor Kathkan are to the east, far beyond the Shadow isles. Culturally you got a tremendous visual variance across Runetrra. Let's just look at the boats we got so far:

Miss Fortune's Syren - small, fast, sleek, and essentially a small high-class boat repurposed for bounty-hunting. Given Sarah's rampant (and let's be real, not entirely unwarranted) paranoia its a small vessel to be crewed by a few crew she actually trusts.

The absolute contrast to that is Ganplank's Dreadway - although an explanation for the massive size might be that it was originally a Noxian ship. Gangplank just literally stole it right under Swain's nose.

What would be a massive flex was soon forgotten as the Noxian Military-Industrial Complex took serious affront to the dishonor of losing their flagship and went into overdrive, creating something even more insane:

The Leviathan, probably the largest and also first engine-powered naval vessel in Runeterra. That thing is reaching 40k-vessel territory in how it a swimming city capable of delivering an entire army and operating as a swimming military base at the same time.

Its reliance on fuel combined with a limit on manouverability does not automatically put in on top of the naval food chain however, but it's still up there, especially compared to what the rest of the world is cruising with:

What they lacked in funds those Jaul Hunters definetly did not lack in courage. Although a proper Hunting Fleet looks more like this:

Alternatively, can we interest you in half a submarine?

Given how Jack is so deeply entwined with the demonic and reality-distorting presence of Tham Kench, I am not sure if this can be called a boat or just a weird metaphor given shape.

Other regions have boats too, but have seen not many artworks yet - Sejuani's Tuskraider being an exception showcasing a Freljord raider.

They got a funky way of storing them too:

Just to make sure you don't accidentally lose them in the snow or have them freeze into the bay.

#random boat post #saw Nilah's new art and it sorta escalated #runeterra is such a diverse setting it's fascinating how it actually fits together #League of Legends #Legends of Runeterra

[impostores0o]

Noxus pt1:

Swain, the Noxian Grand General League of legends/Riot gamesAll credits to: • Victor Maury •, Vlad BăcescuSwain Production Art

´´I tried to scream then, to confess it all. To somehow beg for forgiveness. But there is nothing now, save for the soft murmur of whispers. I spill my secrets, this tale, into your ears. Fading like the rustling of wings, as the raven cries its carrion caw..." Raum The Demon of Secrets

Credits to: Larry "The Bravo" Ray Swain development

"I have learned enough to detest all men. Only nations may be revered." — Swain

League of legends/Riot games Swain development Swain promo art

"A power beyond mortal understanding gave me the vision to see what most cannot. I peer through the darkness others fear." The Noxian Grand General

Legends of Runeterra Set 2 - Rising Tides Swain character All credits to: SIXMOREVODKA STUDIO Fanart from: @ovsosito

"If they already call me a villain, what will they call me when I succeed?" The Grand General Swain

#character art #riot games #character design #league of legends #champion design #legends of runeterra #wild rift #jericho swain #swain #noxus #raum #fanart

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦–Swain SFW Alphabet: S+W+A+I+N.✦ SFW

✦This one was requested by someone, though I can’t reply to it, so. It’s just like this.

✧ prompt: ✧ you can find the Alphabet template I use here.

✧ champions: ✧ Swain, the Noxian Grand General.

✧ reader: ✧ female.

✧ author’s note: ✧ finally doing my requests lmao. I kinda drifted away with this one, sorry if this is not what you imagined. Ignore any mistakes as always.

masterlist

1. S: Security – how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

Swain trusts you like he could never anyone else. He is a ruler and a leader - he knows that trust can be a powerful weapon. But he doesn’t hesitate from freeing you from any of his possible suspicons, therefore he knows that you are a capable and independent person, no matter if you are an ominous general like him or a simple solider. Swain is aware of your competence, so he’s hever needed to be overprotective. It is swept away if your life is in danger, though - Swain becomes more cautious, always on the alert, insisting on accompanying you all the time and ordering a cohort of guards to follow and protect. Death threats are a serious cross of any boundaries, no wonder since he is a politician, even if you claim that you can handle yourself, which he is surely aware of, just prefers to reassure his inner self that you are, indeed, secure.

But Swain appreciates you being protective over him. He is used to being surrounded by cumbersome Noxians, always demending and jeering, so proud of themselves and their thirst of blood, truly woeful. It entails seldom of Swian’s days to stay undisturbed and calm. He can rarely know peace, so your exuberant yet mellow asks like ”How was your day?” or ”Did this annoying general did something stupid again?” brights his day.

2. W: Whole – would they feel incomplete without you?

Losing you would be like losing his other hand. You are not only Swain’s lover, but also his left hand - even if you are not involved with the noxian politics, whenever he returns home he always makes sure to ask you about your opinion or statement on a case recently inquired on a meeting he attended to - he values your word more than any of the other politicians’. And he would never forget to amuse you with anecdotes brought from the rumors about the entertaining life of exalted nobles, servicemen and rulers.

In addition, I can see Swain easly becoming paranoic after losing his partner. He would be cautious about any possible attempts on assasination of his own life. But it’s pretty logical.

3. A: Affection – how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

By the way Swain shows you how does he adore you, everyone in the sight is aware that you are his lover. When you enter the room he occupies, he greets you generously with an affectionate ”Good morning, did the woman of my life spent the night well?”. He is a true gentleman and acts like one around you - he would be even offended if you didn’t let him open a door before you, or help you into a chair. These good manners are his way to show you his affection, devotion and love itself. Truly a man of service.

After all, he is a man of the old manners, therefore he has no complains against physical affection. He always offers a geniue and reassuring hand on your back, of course his right hand, since he wouldn’t dare to profane your person with the demonic powers he once delt with.

Moreover, he always places you in his moral hierarchy higher than his work, even if being a general requiers concentration and possible sacrifices. Which comes with a simple statement: in the face of political disputes, you would be the one he is loyal to, even if it means losing his ideals.

Eventually I would call him an expansive person, that shows his love directly and genuinely by his actions and the whole mindset.

4. I: I love you – how fast do they say the L-word? how often do they say it? how do they show their love?

It didn’t take long for the Grand General to confess his honest feelings. He is an adult therefore he doesn’t hide his intentions - the little kisses he has been placing on your hand, sensual and almost obscene in the public, were talking for themselves.

While in his company, you would clearly see that he treated you differently than the others. Privileged, even if you asked him not to act so. But he pursued, and he achieved the goal he had been seeking for - your attention, which probably lead forward to the relationship. It wasn’t long after when he confessed with a adoring look in his eyes and a gentleman-like kneel with a hand on your own one.

5. N: Night – how are the nights spent with them?

He returns home late, as his duties keep him engaged unmercifully all the day. But the nights themself are calm and silent, as he tends to come back exhausted. Though the glimpse of you he catches throught the window, your posture awaiting him longingly in the night, is all he could wish for to smile again. Swain finds your hugs that you bestow him with as a greeting every night to show him your affection, truly sweet. No one would probably expect the Grand General to seek attention of his beloved one so desperately, but he indeed enjoys falling aseep while having you in his embrace.

Bonus thought: I think it would be super adorable if his partner helped him with some kind of hair care at night, after he came back from work? I mean, just imagine the Grand General of Noxus being helped, with pleasure from both sides, with keeping his long hair silk-like, I find it extremely cute. But maybe it’s just me.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #lol #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #swain #league of legends swain #swain x reader #swain x you #league of legends swain x reader

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Burn The Ships (1/5)

THIS IS/WILL BE MATURE.

NOW WITH BEAUTIFUL COVER ART BY @snowbellewells

AO3 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Summary: Pan and his pack of gruesome werewolves torment and put an end to individuals who find themselves unlucky enough to be a guest of Neverland. After being betrayed by her ex, Emma finds herself the game in this month’s hunt.

Captain Hook has never found the sport particularly alluring, preferring to spend his change far from Pan’s cruel crew. When he catches the scent of his mate, he is forced to join in the hunt to find her before the others can.

Saving her will mean betraying Pan and no one betrays Peter Pan and lives to tell about it.

@anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @pirateswhore, @stahlopp, @teamhook, @tiganasummertreee, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Author Note: This little fic is a birthday gift for the always encouraging and absolutely wonderful @kmomof4. I was initially drawn to Moonlight Sonata because it is also one of my favourites and the story behind the song felt like Killian meeting Emma for the first time. (I also love Für Elise but it doesn’t make me think of CS as much as Snowing and I cannot really explain that.) Then, I thought “oooh, CS PHANTOM OF THE OPERA?!” for about thirty seconds before realising that maybe I did not want to take that on while I was trying to finish up Witchy Woman and plotting the CS Miraculous Fic and that one Bridgerton-based CS Fic. But, then, I listened to Burn the Ships and read about the inspiration behind those lyrics and absolutely knew that was the one. What is more Captain Swain than battling demons (internal and external) and enduring together? Anywhoosies, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (this month)!! Thank you so much for all the flails, the sanity checking, the gifs, the cheerleading, and for just generally being one of the brightest lights in all of our lives. (Edit: atge birthday is on the 15th, I know. This whole thing happened where this was a two-parter and now it is a whole long thing and the posting schedule SHOULD work out so the whole thing is done by the 15th.)

Emma woke to the harsh sunlight infiltrating the discoloured curtains hanging limply over the large window her lumpy mattress had been pushed against. This was the worst part of her day - these moments in which the lie of her dreams, even the worst of them, gave way to the nightmarish truth of her reality. She fought against the dread seeping into her heart and tried to hold on to the last remnants of her dream, but it faded away as the scarred wardrobe came into clearer focus before her.

Despair, however, was less easily shaken. That endless emptiness accompanied her as she started toward the water basin to splash cold water on her face. Her gaze lifted to meet the empty emerald eyes she knew would stare back at her. She had watched helplessly as the hope drained from them, over the last several months, taking with it the anger and defiance that once glimmered behind them.

Fantasies, like hope, were for those with people or a pack, who cared. Lone wolves, orphaned at birth and betrayed to the monster who ruled this island by their shitty ex-fiancées, weren’t missed. And without any to notice your absence, who would know to rescue you?

“Cheer up,” a cheerful boyish voice chirped from behind her. She jumped and spun around - having your back to the demon was never a good idea. Pan was there, in the middle of the dreary room, looking at her with a dark sort of crazed humour dancing behind his eyes. That look meant he had a new twisted game to play. Her stomach fell and icy fear gripped her heart - losing came at a high price in Neverland and she always lost.

“As you doubtlessly know, the moon will be full tonight.” Pan paused and waited for her to respond. As if any wolf would be oblivious to the phases of the moon, she buried her annoyance at the patronising question and nodded for him to continue. “Tonight, I am letting you out of the garden. You’ll get to run the length of the island.”

Emma knew there was a catch, but after spending several transformations pacing the tiny gated garden, the prospect of running had her heart racing with excitement.

“As you lead us in tonight’s hunt.”

Her blood turned to ice in her veins. She was going to die tonight.

§§§§ §§§§ §§§§ §§§§

“OOOHHHH, CAPTAIN!” A sing-song voice called from somewhere high on the main mast.

“Pan, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?” Hook called back genially. He swept his arms out wide, in a welcoming gesture, discretely sliding the small vial into a hidden pocket of his coat.

Pan flew lower, hovering just above head height, forcing Killian to look up at him. A sweet scent filled the air between, something soft and warm. Killian couldn’t hear Pan's next words as the wolf within tried to locate the source of the scent. With the change coming so soon, Killian knew he would struggle to fight the impulses of the wolf. He had to get away from this enchanting distraction before Pan noticed his attention was elsewhere.

“Let’s discuss whatever business you have away from listening ears.” Hook gestured toward the ladder leading to his quarters, hoping the breeze would not penetrate the boards.

“As you well know, the hunt will be tonight. I do hope you and your crew will attend.” Pan started, as Killian filled a glass with rum in an effort to steady himself. The room around him was saturated with the warm - Vanilla? No, not quite. What is the point of being a bloody wolf if I can’t determine a bleeding smell? - scent. Could a scent be alluring and inviting? Because Killian felt an inexplicable sense of contentedness, something cosy he was drawn to like the heat of a fire, that seemed directly related to the sudden arrival of the scent. Was this possibly a new torture device derived from this cruel realm?

"What do you say, Captain?" Pan sneered, the last word sounding as an insult rather than a well-earned title.

"I'll not be joining your pack of savage, cruel beasts as they set out to torment an innocent you have captured for a barbaric ritual of bloodlust and cruelty."

"We're all wolves, Hook," Pan responded. "You can keep to your ridiculous code, acting as though you are a gentleman despite the tasks you perform in your service to me. But, you cannot deny that the same blood-thirsty animal lives under your skin. One day, you'll relish letting the darkness play alongside my pack. We're the same at the heart of it."

"I am nothi…"

"Ah, ah, Captain, you wouldn't want to say anything regretful, now, would you?" Pan smiled his cruelest smile and Killian swallowed down his annoyance. The last time Killian had crossed Pan still hurt as fresh as the night Pan’s pack had stolen Milah’s pup from his ship. Killian heard Bae’s weak howls from the depths of the Mermaid Lagoon and raced toward his ship as quickly as possible in the dense jungle. When his paws landed with heavy thuds on the wooden gangway, the overly sweet, coppery smell of blood filled the air - air that was notably barren of any of the sounds or scents that had made the Jolly Roger home. Without even a single survivor to share the burden of grief and burial, laying his sailors to rest had taken days - purging the Jolly of all evidence of the massacre had taken much longer.

“Aye,” Killian growled out.

“Good, lad.” Pan evaporated, leaving him alone in his cabin. The sweet scent that had entranced him moments before faded away. Realisation dawning, Killian swore but did nothing to soothe the sudden rage burning hot through him.

The bloody demon had his mate.

#a gift for kmomof4 #Emma x Killian #Emma Swan #Killian Jones #Captain Swan #killian x emma #ouat captain hook #cs fanfic #ouat #ouat fanfic #cs ff #fic by Jas #inspired by songs #inspired by Burn the Ships #werewolves #some horror elements #some hurt/comfort

[lichdandy]

Old Swain stuff for a pinup Zine

#noxus #swain #jericho swain #swain league of legends #lol fanart #league of legends art #league of legends fan art #the grand general #demon

[noxianwilled]

( carry ) : receiver carries injured sender to safety (( but like in an older, meaner guardian angel way ))

» PROMPTS.

No one is fast enough to hit her.

Katarina throws a dagger, kicks an enemy in the face hard enough he's sent reeling, dashes to where the weapon hits another target. There is flourish to her movements, there always is when she allows herself to be seen like that, but it does not hinder her precision in the slightest. It isn't enough to misstep; until she underestimates one of her opponents, the other woman pulling one last card from her sleeve when faced with the tip of a dagger pointed at her heart.

Katarina had expected her to be dangerous. Anyone who had been with the Black Rose for that long, in a position of relative prestige, would be; it's not an easy fight, but she comes out of it mostly unscathed, her injuries minor, daggers coated in the red of her victim's blood. With her last breath, her target reaches out to magic — a blast she barely escapes by throwing a dagger away and dashing to it, the force knocking her back against the wall nonetheless.

A grunt of pain, and more by instinct than thought, she rolls to the side as part of the ceiling comes down. The entire thing will collapse soon, but there is one last task, and she cannot leave before it is completed.

The assassin hurries to find what she needs (most of the information that may be gathered from this place will be lost with its destruction, yet not all of it would have been consumed so fast). Slowed by injury, she picks up anything that may seem of interest, ready to leave when she finds the specific piece of correspondence that would lead to other higher-ranked Black Rose associates, given time for it to be deciphered.

Her mistake is to stop when the curious glow catches her eye, to choose to investigate the hidden source of that rather than to leave. It takes her too long to pick the lock and reveal the odd artifact, obviously magical in nature. She picks it up, tucks it away safely, and tries to make the path to a window — but as the building gives in, an attempt to avoid the falling debris ends with a too-hard landing, her leg stuck for long enough it prevents her from moving away fast enough when more rubble comes down, hitting her head with enough strength for her to see black.

When Katarina opens her eyes again, she's moving — or, rather, someone is moving her. Instinct causes her to try to move on her own, a response to possible danger; still overcome with dizziness, it is only a weak attempt, before consciousness returns with some more clarity, and she notices the person to be savior rather than foe. Not for the first time.

"The mission was a success," Cheeky, for one yet so vulnerable. It's only then Katarina reaches a hand to her head, the tips of her fingers reddened with her own blood. She's not dead, though, and the statement, weakly said as it may be, is true all the same. Katarina closes her eyes again; staying awake proves more challenging than she'd like (it is that, perhaps, that prevents her from attempting to protest being carried at all). "They're all dead and I got what we needed."

#» in character — ⌜the sinister blade.⌟ #vixtionary #she doesn't even question swain showing up to save her ass tbh #thanks for being her guardian demon #naksjdnfkasjdnf

[popawritter12]

Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

-

Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

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CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

#obsessive love #poppa thoughs #yandere #poppa things #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere headcanons #yandere league of legends #league of legends #tmnt #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #yandere mk1 #yandere tmnt #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer #jojos bizarre adventure #JJBA #Yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #x reader #Yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere Stardew valley #Stardew valley #kengan ashura #yandere kengan ashura #yandere metal gear rising #metal gear rising x reader #mgrr

[league-of-starlight]

Katarina Voice Update concept:

Sorry to keep you waiting.

First Move:

“Who’s my target today?”

“Ready for some trouble?”

“All it takes is two knives to make a lady happy.”

Long move:

“I used to want to be my father. Now, I just want to be the best me.”

“A lot of people ask why I kill. They don’t really want to know, they just want me to stop.”

“True strength isn’t following orders, it’s about making your own decisions.”

“My Sister is missing, my brother is my enemy. The house of Du Couteau is my responsibility.”

First encounter:

“You’ve earned a death by my hand, fight for it.”

“How long can you last?”

Joke response:

“If you’re trying to make me spare you, it’s not working.”

Taunt response:

“Those are your last words? Okay.”

*yawn* “Sorry. What was that?”

Killing:

(General):

“Amateur.”

“Blood for Noxus.”

“Done.”

Recall:

“Need to sharpen my daggers.”

“Don’t miss me much.”

Death:

“No!”

*Gasp.*

Respawn:

“Oh, now it’s personal…”

“Lucky swing.”

*Brief chuckle* “Oh, that’s how we’re playing?”

Character specific dialogue:

First encounter:

Cassiopeia: “Are you turning on me now?”

“You had your big sister worried, Cass.”

Draven: “I think I hear a breeze going through your ear and out the other.”

Fiora: “Two daggers against one sword? I like my chances.”

Garen: “Ready for a rematch?”

Kindred: “A true Noxian never backs down.”

*shaky exhale* “About time.”

Kled: “I… what are you?”

Leblanc: “I’ve always wanted to throw a dagger into one of you.”

“Don’t play any mind games with me.”

Lux: “You’d be a good Noxian.”

“Oh, look, Garen’s baby sister came out to play.”

Swain: “Let’s get this straight, you don’t own me.”

Tahm Kench: *Embarrassed* “Look, I’m not starving my heart, okay? Shut up.”

Talon: “Two blades, one free, the other stuck in another’s sheath.”

Ally:

“Together again, Tal?”

Vladimir: “Could you be any more of an eyesore?”

Taunt:

Annie: “I’m not a tea party type of person, kid.”

Cassiopeia: “While you were gone, I borrowed your perfume. What are you gonna do about it?”

Darius: “There’s more to strength than size and power.”

Demons: “Finally, a real challenge.”

“Let’s see if a demon bleeds!”

Garen: “Prepare to be gutted, dog!” (Whisper) “I missed being with you.”

*teasingly* “Who’s hiding under all that armour?”

Rell: “You’ve got anger, kid, but not enough direction.”

Shurima champions: “My sister visited one of your tombs. She turned into a half snake monster. So, not a fan.”

Swain: “All due respect, a demon doesn’t sound like a good choice for a new arm.”

Taunt Response:

Cassiopeia or Talon: “Aw, I missed you too~”

Kill:

Cassiopeia: “I’ll remember you, sister. I promise.”

Darius: “What’d all that armour do for you?”

Garen: “It was a matter of time.”

Leblanc: “I don’t care if you’re a fake. That. Felt. Good.”

Lux: “A shame, you had potential.”

Swain: “Better I kill you than your demon.”

Talon: “It didn’t need to end like this.”

Vladimir: “Ugh, you’re such a creep.”

#league of legends #lol voice update concepts #katarina du couteau

[collidescopeeyes]

Time is Roulette Whee: Swain WIP Pt3

“I'm not allowed to make deals with you anymore,” you tell the raven sternly on your next outing. “Also, that was very rude. It's not like dying is new to me, but some warning would have been nice. Not that I think you can talk, per se. I mean, you have those creepy whispers, but I don't know the demonic language. I can probably guess what you're trying to get at, though, and no. I'm not letting you rip my head open for juicy tidbits, and also, I'm not making any bargains to free you from Swain's control. Anything you know he knows anyway, and he's less likely to fuck me over than a literal demon. Especially one that very rudely let's me get my throat shrapneled from the inside.”

The raven caws from your shoulder. “Yeah, that's what I thought,” you grouch.

—

You don't do much over the next month, honestly. Once every few days or so, a raven arrives with an envelope clutched it's beak, and inside is a time you're to arrive at Swain's office, wrangle Raum under control, and chat. He seems to like talking to you, or at least you assume that's why he keeps doing it. You do occasionally feel like you're on the business end of a reconnaissance mission, but you can't imagine knowing your opinion on yordles somehow gives Noxus an edge on their many conquests. No, at this point you figure that Swain just has an intense demeanor that makes him seem like he's always doing something important, even when he's just asking you how your days been, or how you're settling in, or your thoughts on the book you were reading. That last one might be a reminder that you're under constant surveillance, actually, but it's not like you particularly care. Spending years in a nightmarish hellscape completely isolated save for the inhuman monsters trying to kill you kind of maxed out your lifetime requirement for alone time. Besides, you're pretty sure the birds can't open doors or unbar windows, and if you really wanted privacy you could always rewind yourself to Piltover or something. Still, you leave your window open for the birds most days.

—

The bird on your windowsill caws to get your attention. You wave it over without looking, focused on your book and your breakfast. Noxus probably would've been higher on your list of leads if you knew their food was so good, honestly. Who knew artisanal bread and cheese could elevate a grilled cheese sandwich so much?

The bird lands on your table, Swain's fancy envelope in beak. You wedge your bookmark in place and take it with your clean hand, breaking the crimson red seal and fishing the card out one handed. “Three pm,” you read aloud, tossing the card back on the table. “Standard Raum wrangling duty, it seems.”

The bird croaks at you. You shrug. “I don't make the rules.” You rip off a piece of crust to feed to it, then frown. “Come to think of it, how do you work, anyway? Does Swain see everything you see, or do you just report the important stuff to him?” You frown. “That would be awkward. He is technically my boss. That being said, respect for authority was never my strong suit.” You consider the bird a moment, then turn back to your meal. “Ah, whatever. He has like a hundred of you running around. I'm sure he's not paying attention to me telling you about embarrassing things I did in primary school. Hell, maybe it'll convince him to stop having you follow me around.”

—

“I can hear everything you say, and no, the inanity of your conversation is not going to convince me to leave a mage of your caliber unchecked,” he says by way of introduction that afternoon.

You blink, shutting the door behind you. “I’m not a mage.”

He raises a brow. “Oh? How does one traverse the Void without magic, then?”

You shrug as you seat yourself across from him. He changed the chair out shortly after your first visit–it’s nicer now, with actual padding. You wonder if that's for your benefit, or if someone got the other one broken over their head. “It's a secret. Hand,” you wiggle your fingers at where his left arm lies hidden inside his imposing military coat.

“Would you tell me in exchange for a recommendation to a cake shop?” He asks, placing his red-lit palm in yours. His tone is dry, but there's an edge of sincerety there that makes you think he's not entirely joking. “They make a lovely lemon meringue.”

You click your tongue. “Sorry, no dice. Besides, I'm sure you can figure it out from the tidbit your birdie already got out of me.”

“I understand it was a Voidspawn that took you from your world, and I take it your powers are a result of harnessing whatever you found there,” he says offhandedly. “What I don't understand is how you came to be here.”

You glance up at him. He has that look again, the one that makes you feel vaguely like a butterfly pinned to a board, like he wants to peel you open and see what's inside. “If I knew that, I probably wouldn't still be here.”

“Hm. I hope you know I won't be opening any Void Rifts on your behalf,” he says casually. “Far too much cleanup.”

“If you can find me a trajectory through a hellish nightmare void that defies time, space and euclidean geometry, I will personally slaughter every Voidspawn from here to the nearest Shuriman Rift,” you say cheerfully.

He raises a brow. “Not overselling yourself, I hope?”

You shrug. “I don't die. Don't strictly need to eat or sleep because of that, either. And believe me, I know how to kill Voidspawn.”

“You also take several hours to revive,” he points out. “Hardly time efficient.”

You shake your head. “Reality is…rigid, here. Inflexible. Not the Void. Those things bring a little bit of nothingness with them. Makes it easy to change things, change me.” You frown at his hand, trying to find your way around your curse. “First time I died after coming here, it was morning by the time I woke up, and I was not happy about it.”

“Hm. How fast would you say, with exposure to Void energy? Minutes?” He peers intently at your expression. His brow hitches. “Seconds?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny,” you say breezily. “And if you don't mind, I'd rather change the subject, before I say something I shouldn't and end up spitting blood in your face.”

He grimaces. “Very well. What would you like to speak about, then?”

You blink. “Yknow, you're different from what I was expecting.”

He raises a brow. “Oh? And what did you know of me, before you met me?”

You open your mouth, except you have no idea how to answer that question. “I don't think I can fully answer that,” you say slowly.

“Partially, then,” he says.

You frown at him. “Hey, you were following me for weeks before we met, and you don't see me interrogating you about what you know about me, other than that I like lemon meringues.”

He blinks. “I did not know you liked lemon meringues, just sweets. And putting aside what you have willingly divulged to my birds, I know that you're stubborn, intelligent, pragmatic, and more ruthless than you like to pretend you are. You go out of your way to help others, but pain doesn't seem to phase you anymore and without that nothing in this world seems to pose any real threat to you, so the life-threatening risks you take aren't particularly high-stakes for you. You subject yourself to the mundanities of human life your powers could erase the need for–food, water, rest, walking to places you've been or practicing a knife when you could unmake a city. You don't shy away from your powers, so you must not think they pose any threat, but you don't use them as a crutch either–that leads me to believe you mistrust them, perhaps that they'd desert you once you return to your world. Please, correct me if I'm wrong on any of those counts,” he says, spreading his free hand invitingly. You don't. “There. I've told you all I know about you.”

You raise a brow at him. “I know you didn't tell me all that just to hear about yourself,” you say dryly, and release his hand. “But if you really must…I know you get kick out of getting under people's skin.”

He smirks. Whatever answer he was looking for, that was apparently good enough. He's handsome when he smiles–well, he's handsome all the time, but in the same way a classical statue is, a cold and untouchable sort of beauty. When he smiles, that wicked little twist on his lips, it makes him look human. Not quite approachable, but at least like someone that lives on the same plane of existence as you. “I can neither confirm nor deny. You may restore the walls of Bitharix tomorrow at your convenience. That will be all.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with a mock salute, rising from your seat as he returns to his work.

“The shop is called Halcyon, and it's near the war memorials,” he says as you turn to leave. You look back to him, taken aback.

“Are you just telling me that because I wasn't expecting you to, and you like throwing me off?” You ask skeptically, though there's mirth in your voice.

“I decided I should reward you for your rare approximation of respect,” he drawls.

“If I'd known I got a reward for being a good girl I'd have done it sooner, sir,” You say teasingly, because spending years in the Void talking to yourself just to stay sane has really done nothing good for your already tenuous brain-mouth connection. Swain looks up at you, brow raised, and the satisfaction you derive from his taken aback expression is almost enough to cancel out the fact that you just hit on your boss.

…Your boss, Jericho Swain, Grand General of Noxus, who you have to look in the eye in a scant few days. Who, judging by the smirk curling on the edge of his lips, has no doubt cottoned on from your deer in headlights that you weren't just fucking with him, and you've completely lost why opportunity to play that off as a joke.

Welp. He might think you don't use your powers as a crutch, but you've never left somewhere so quickly in your life. You make your escape before he has the chance to say anything.

—

He doesn't call on you for a few days after, and you almost, almost put the incident out of your mind. You've had more embarrassing fuck-ups, you're sure, and honestly everything you've been through kind of puts social blunders into perspective on an odd way. You decide not to worry about it.

—

“What is that?” Swain asks, squinting at the paper bag you've deposited on his desk.

“A lemon meringue?” You say, plopping into your seat and wiggling your fingers at him.

“Why is it here?” He says. He doesn't even look at you when he puts his hand in yours, busy opening the packet to peer inside, as if you've somehow put a bomb in a clearly labeled baked goods bag.

You blink at him. “It's for you?” He gives you a blank look. “I figured you liked them, since you didn't know I did and you brought them up anyway. If you don't want it I'll take it. You were right, though, they're amazing.”

“Hm. No, I'll take it. My thanks,” he says. There's a strange look in his eye when he regards you. “Is there something you want?”

You consider him. “People don't often just do nice things for you without wanting something in return, do they?”

“Implying you don't want something from me?” He asks.

You pointedly do not think about your last encounter. “Well, sure, but you know what I want.”

“Do I?” He says, his voice low and considering. His palm is warm in yours. You're so fucking made.

You resist the urge to squirm. You've spent years in the Void, whatever this is can't be worse. “Look, if this is about what I said last time–”

“It's not,” he says easily, completely derailing what was about to be a very awkward apology about your lack of professionalism. Not that you'd ever had much of that. Before you can ask what the fuck that means, he hands you a sheet of paper. “In any case, your services are required in Ionia. We will be departing tomorrow morning. The details are there.”

You scan the piece of paper, which is part mission detail and part itinerary. “We?” You ask, flipping the page over. “Wait, you got the Leviathan back? Didn't Gangplank steal that?”

He grimaces. “Yes. Captain Fortune returned it after she deposed her predecessor, as a gesture of peace towards Noxus.”

You glance up at him. “Did it work?”

A smirk pulls at his lips. “For now. Bilgewater is more useful to me as it is now. Besides, bringing that mis-managed shantytown to heel would be far more effort than it's worth.”

“Would be useful to have serpent callers on staff, though,” you point out idly. “If there's one thing I'm not going to miss about this world, it's the sea monsters.”

“A fair point,” he says thoughtfully. “Though I must say that relying on the favor of a god sits ill with me.”

You shrug. “Can't say I know much about Nagakaborous, but gods can be brought to heel like anything else. Look at Aurelion Sol.”

He gives you a sharp look. “The celestial dragon? What about it?”

You blink. “Oh. I suppose that would predate your demon. The Aspects enslaved it using a magic crown and bent it to the will of the Ancient Shuriman’s, creating the god warriors which ultimately led to the civilizations downfall. As far as I know he's still floating around Targon doing their bidding. When I tracked him down, he refused to help without the crown being removed, and putting aside how long I'd be comatose for if I tried to undo however many thousands of years, I'm pretty sure he intends to blow up the planet if he gets free.”

There's a predatory gleam in his eye. “I see. What else do you know, about the Aspects?”

You raise a brow. “If you're expecting me to sit here and lay out the secret history of Runeterra, you're at least buying me dinner.” Shit. Wait. You've done it again.

He laughs, rich and dark. He turns his hand in yours, his clawed fingertips brushing over the inside of your wrist, where your pulse is currently thundering through your veins. “I can give you so much more than that, dear girl. Tell me, what is it you're craving today?”

…You're so fucked, and what's worse, he knows it.

—

Once you scraped your brain into your head, the first thing that came to mind to request for dinner that didn't involve clothes coming off was steak. You spend an hour comparing your understandings of the Aspects, Mount Targons general political landscape and possible resources, and you go into a impassioned aside about how the cosmic dragon that created the stars in your sky was a pretentious prick. He does, in fact, get you dinner–which is to say, the tower has its own kitchen staff, and he invites you to dine with him. He's actually very cordial–for all that talking to him sort of feels like you're somehow being played, he also holds open the door and pulls out your chair. You notice he only uses his demonic arm in front of you–in the hall, he keeps it tucked away in his coat when you're walking, but as soon as the serving staff have filed out of the room he's back to normal.

“How many people know about Raum?” You ask, cutting into your food. It is, of course, excellent.

“Only the Trifarix, Katarina Du Couteau, and you,” he says. “More convenient to have our enemies underestimate me as a cripple, and those who witness my powers firsthand don't tend to survive the experience.”

You glance at him. “Is it really that bad, that you lost an arm?” He raises a brow at you, and you wave a hand. “Not as in–look, I've been dismembered before and it fucking sucks, but what I mean is…I don't think having two arms is what makes you dangerous.”

For a moment a bittersweet smile pulls at his lip. “Things were different under Darkwill. Martial strength was all that Noxus valued, and that is one of the many reasons it was rotting from the inside. It's a mentality some still share, inside Noxus and out.”

You snort. “Like it matters how good someone is in a fistfight when they have a fortress and an army?”

“Some would describe that as cowardice,” he points out mildly.

“I'd call it pragmatism,” you retort. “Do you frequently say the opposite of what you mean just to see if people will agree with you?”

He smirks. “No. But I don't particularly care for most people's opinions.” Implying he cares about yours? “Wine?” He offers.

(The wine is, of course, as excellent as the food.)

—

“When you said morning, you did not say pre-sunrise,” you grouch, huddling under your new coat. The wind is bitingly cold in the harbor; Swain seemed unbothered by it, though it sends his coat flaring dramatically around him. The upper deck has a balcony that leads directly to his quarters, and he cuts an imperious figure overseeing the Leviathan's launch.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” He drawls, as if he doesn't know damn well from his birds.

“There are three things that wake me up in a good mood–sex, food, and coffee, in that order,” you say archly. “And I don't imagine you have an eggs benedict and a vanilla latte under that coat.”

He raises a brow. “Unfortunately, no.”

Hm. That's a surprisingly lukewarm response. You pause, finally taking a good look at him. “You look tired,” you say, noting the shadows under his eyes. Exhausted would probably be the better term.

“Yes,” he agrees. “There was much to do before we left, and I hadn't planned on our talk being quite so engaging.”

You hold out your hand and wiggle your fingers at him. He glances at you curiously, but places his gloved hand in yours. You rewind him back to rested, and his brows hitch. “Convenient,” he notes.

“I'm not doing that on the regular, and I don't care how efficient you'd be if you didn't need to sleep,” you tell him bluntly, releasing his hand. “Even without the physiological side effects, there are deep-seated psychological ramifications to not sleeping you really do not want to mess with.”

“I'll take your word for it,” he says. “I appreciate the assistance, but the reason I called you here is because there's been a slight change of plans. You'll be serving as my primary bodyguard for the duration of this trip, not just part of my entourage.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you need a bodyguard?”

“No, but the Ionians’ don't know that, and I'd prefer it to stay that way,” he allows. “That does however mean that I expect you to stay by my side, unless I explicitly order otherwise.”

You nod. Internally, your head is in your hands. You're sure that being next to him all day will have only positive effects on whatever bizarre game of cat and mouse you're in with the man. Which, now that you think of it, you're not entirely sure if he's trying to seduce you, use you for the good of Noxus, or just enjoys fucking with you. Probably all of them, to some extent or another.

He turns to look at you, considering. Then he looks back over the still-grey horizon. “Your quarters are there. I suppose I won't take issue if you chose to return to bed. We are still in Noxian waters, after all.”

And little acts of kindness like that are doing nothing to help you make up your mind.

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