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zileans-big-cl0ck · 8 months

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✦–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.

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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.

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ma1dmer · 6 months

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League of Legends - Swain NSFW

the ungodly things i want this man to do to me

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): He is a busy man, so he doesn't linger in bed for too long, but he is a gentleman so he makes sure you are okay before he can step away and return to his duties, might order someone to guard you through the day until you get home or something. //Or send his crows

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Swain doesn't have a favourite part on himself, not from a lack of confidence, nor from being too proud of himself, he just doesn't think of it. On his partner he has a fascination with the neck ,he'll bend you over his desk and scruff you like a kitten to feel your pulse accelerate ,or watch you throw your head back in ecstasy thinking how easy it would be to simply close his fist around your throat, press down and snap your neck, he won't do it, but the trust you put on him is so exciting. He'll also buy you necklaces specifically so he can put them on you. //Collars too

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): He doesn't enjoy cleaning the mess, but oh does he love having you clean it up. Plays a quite cruel game of cumming inside and sending you off with the order of having none of it leak out until he calls on you again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He hates admitting what a distraction you have become to him, how his mind slips to you when he is alone in his office, images of you beneath his desk flashing behind his eyes. He would not dare actually risk it, but he has definitely thought of you pleasing him beneath the desk while a meeting is happening or something. He would like to think he wouldn't care even if you two were caught, he is the most powerful man in Noxus , no one would dare say anything, but in practice he knows its far too risky.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a decent amount of experience from his younger years before becoming Grand General. After that he had to limit himself a lot, Noxus and his duties come first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): If its in his office something like the CEO , with his hand pressing down on the back of your neck the other hand firm on your hip.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): He is very serious and intense, if you laugh or giggle at him, he'll take it as a chance to discipline you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He trims as much as its necessary to not be entirely unruly, its all about being presentable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Whenever he returns from the front lines ,or if he has been especially busy with Noxian affairs, he sends a dark red bouquet of roses with a letter inviting you to his office. There, he will have prepared some good wine and a small gift for you - something you can wear ,maybe something for the night ,wink wink nudge nudge- , he won't straight up apologise for being so busy, he doesn't feel like he has to, but at least he can understand needing to make the moments you are together special.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He is not a hormonal teen anymore, he can control his urges, and especially if he has a partner, he is a patient man, he can wait until he sees them again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): BDSM, Choking, Cockwarming, Impact Play (spanking ,slapping), Boot worship etc.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): His personal matters stay behind closed and locked doors, but every now and then he won't mind letting them slip to his office, if he knows no one will come seeking for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Obedience, this man thrives off of power, a simple "yes sir" can make his blood boil. And on the other front ,disobedience //slightly less, but it does the trick if you frustrate him enough, he’ll take it as a challenge, if you are going to be a brat he'll make sure to act accordingly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sex in any public space, being in such an important position makes him a big target ,he won't endanger his partner or give anyone fuel to manipulate him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): There is nothing prettier than his partner on their knees, arms behind their back, his booted foot between their thighs as their only source of friction, their lips wrapped around his cock, 'Stunning' he'll purr in his deep voice while wiping away the tears with a gloved hand as they struggle to take him down their throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Depends, what goal does he have in mind? Is his goal to simply show you how much he missed you after a long time away, or is it to punish you for being a nuisance.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a fan, finds them, distasteful, and something immature people do out of desperation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Not really a risk taker, he likes to plan things, he plans when he'll see you, what he'll have prepared (food ,gift etc) and then have several ideas about how the night will go depending on how you act. He'll make it feel as if you have initiated it, but it's definitely his doing. Oh, really did the gorgeous diamond collar he got you ,match the similarly golden plug he got you several months back, and now you are curious to try it out? Hmmm, what a coincidence, who is he to say no to his darling.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): He might not be young anymore, but he knows how to pace himself for the best outcome for both himself and his partner. //You can’t convince me the demon powers don’t come with some extra stamina as well

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Absolutely a fan, collars and ropes and leashes and plugs and whips and paddles. They are all carefully selected gifts by him, customised and handcrafted.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He is a cruel man, he can have his partner on the edge for hours either as punishment or simply forcing them to 'gain their reward'. He'll pull them right to the edge only to pull away entirely or deliver some sort of painful strike.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He is quiet, unnervingly so, his gaze intense, watching his partner carefully get more and more frantic in their attempt to please him, only to finally let go towards the end, close his eyes and grunt in pleasure as he holds you down on him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I know this man has a pet play kink, i know it in my heart, if he could leash you up and walk you on your knees around Noxus, he would.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Definitely a grower ,on the longer side and he knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He is no longer the young man we was once, so his mind doesn't run as wild as it used to and he often has so much to focus on that those sort of needs take a backseat, but he does have his moments where frustration and pent up anger get the best of him ,and where better to vent those feelings out ,than on his willing partner.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): It takes him a while to get fully comfortable and relax ,so he usually falls asleep after his partner is out first, he'll stall with work or his nightly routine until he is sure you are asleep.

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saey707 · 11 months

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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!

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collidescopeeyes · 25 days

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Time is a Roulette Wheel: Swain WIP

SFW

There's been a raven following you around since you started approaching Noxus occupied territory. It's more annoying than you thought it would be, honestly–getting jumped by a shadowy cabal of assassins would be a pain in the ass, and if you're going into negotiations with the Trifarix you'll need the upper hand of surprise. No, you carefully do not use your powers while Swain is watching, even though it's a huge pain in the ass. You can't even get rid of them, either, because the one person you ask when you get a moment of fucking privacy seems to think they're just crows. Even though they're a) too huge to be crows, and more importantly b) have six glowing red eyes. A side effect of Noxus hemomancy, the ferryman says cheerfully as he takes you across the gulf to Shurima. The so-called crows don't seem to be inclined to cross the open water, and the one that's been tailing you watched balefully until your ship disappeared into the distance.

Another raven is on you as soon as you disembark. You're not the only one, either–travellers of interest all seem to get a corvid escort. It follows you in the days it takes you to travel out of town, into contested territory, to the City under siege by Noxian forces. You don't bother learning it's name–they’ll change it soon. It's in a key location to expedite trade routes between the existing Noxian settlements, but it's resisted capture so far by virtue of its defences, natural or otherwise. The city sports a grand wall, set against the edge of a narrow ravine on one side and a mountain on the other, the city was accessible only by a great drawbridge–by the same turn, though, it was constrained in size and relied on it's status as a trade hub to sustain its populace. Currently, you believe the Noxians plan was to starve them out, but that had its own complications–the city was dug in for a seige, and the Noxians had to keep their own troops fed and safe from the Shuriman wildlife, not to mention the resources required to sustain an extended seige. That makes it the perfect place to make your point.

The raven follows you as you trek your way out to the ravine. The mountain blocks the moon, and a lone figure without a light passes without notice.

(It was always dark, in the Void, yet you could still see. You thought that was just the way it was. It didn't occur to you until after that it was you that had changed.)

You reach the edge of the ravine, the wall towering overhead. The raven perches on a jagged rock nearby. You lean over the abyss, holding out hand out towards the wall, and you don't pull time backwards so much as you tear it away like peeling wallpaper. Back, before the walls were built, and then further still, to when the desert had water and the streams eroded this cut into the earth. The stone around you blurs, reality ripping at the edges, and then the city stands undefended.

You turn to the raven. It blinks, one eye at a time, so that it's never not looking at you. “Tell Grand General Swain I’d like a word. I’ll be in Tereshni.” You glance back at the city, now swarming with the beginnings of panic. “I can put the walls and the ravine back after you have the city, don't worry.”

The bird cocks it's head, and then takes flight north. You wait until it's gone, and then rewind yourself back to the room you rented. You're safe, for now–the ravens probably knew you'd paid for the place, but they couldn't get in on their own, and it would take at least a few days for Swain to arrive from Noxus Prime.

The world spins into little fractals of darkness, and you feel sleep dragging you down like a riptide. Undoing centuries like that will take you out for a week at least, but you have no doubt Swain will send someone after you before then.

Here's another trick you learned from your time in the Void; whatever brings you back, it brings you back perfect. Sleeping in the Void generally ended with you dying anyway, but if you really can't afford to be out that long, well. It's not like dying is anything new for you.

—

You come back a few hours later, clean up after yourself, and then sleep until morning. A polite knock wakes you.

You're greeted by a man in military uniform, who bows his head at you. “We're here to escort you to Noxus Prime, per Grand General Swain’s command,” he says. “Are you ready to depart?”

You blink. “What's your name?”

“Colonel Garrett, ma’am,” he says. “And you're Iso…?” He trails off, searching for a last name. On the rooftops around your rented room, ravens peer intently down at you.

“Yes,” you answer instead. He blinks. “It's like seven am, Garrett. I'm going to get breakfast, and then we can go.” You grab your bag off the side table, sweep past him and head for the market.

There's a whole squad you hadn't seen in the courtyard beyond your door. Garrett falls into step beside you, and they fall into step behind him. The pastry vendor you stop at doesn't even charge you.

—

They escort you to a private ship, and from the ship a carriage. Your escort spares no expense, though nobody exactly expects them to pay–the one thing they don't bend over backwards to accommodate you on was getting to the capital quickly. Before long, the looming plateau of Noxus Prime pierces the horizon. The gate guards let you through, and you're taken to a tower near the center of the city. There, you're taken to a refined yet reserved sitting room, and Garrett bids his farewell. A maid comes in to serve out tea, but other than that, you're alone.

You're sure this is a power play of some kind. You're sure it's also no coincidence that the assortment of artfully arranged finger foods are all the sort of thing you like. You are kind of baffled that Swain's magic demon arm that fed on secrets was being used to set the snack menu, but also, you're not complaining. It didn't take an army of spying birds to figure out that you're food motivated.

Swain comes in about five minutes later. He sweeps into the room, and he has the sort of commanding presence that makes him seem grand without doing anything in particular, an air about him that demands attention when he's doing something as utterly mundane as entering a room. You can't even attribute it to the glowing demon arm you know he has, because it's hidden behind the imposing coat he wears over his shoulders. He sits elegantly on the couch across from you, and does not say a word. You get the distinct impression that he's sizing you up.

You blink at him. “Did you want some tea, or can we get straight to business here?”

His expression doesn't change. “Let's. You brought down the walls of Bitharix to let our troops in. Why?”

You nod. “I figured you wouldn't take my offer seriously without a gesture of good faith, and a show of power.”

He inclines his head. “That is the Noxian way, yes. What is it you seek?”

“I'm from a world beyond the Void. I want to go home. If you agree to help find me a way back, I'll be your weapon for a year,” you tell him evenly. You figure it was better to be concise here. Swain does not strike you as a man with an open schedule.

He considers you clinically for a long moment. “I assume there's a reason you elected to bring this offer to me specifically, and not the Trifarix?”

You nod. “You’re the one with the demonic arm that eats secrets. I figure if anyone knew how to get me home, it would be you. I can also guarentee that if at any point during my employment the demon in your arm happens to take control of you, I can undo it.”

His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. “And how do you know that?”

“About your demon, or that I can fix you?” You ask. He doesn't answer. You shrug. “I know a lot of things about this world. I know about the Immortal King that built the bones of this city, I know about the Black Rose and their experiments, and I know who you have on staff to kill you if you ever lose yourself to that arm of yours. I also know that all the promises in the world don't mean shit when it comes down to it, so you can test my powers however will make you believe me.”

He considers you. Then he says “Very well,” and then explodes into crackling red energy. It's only years of instinct that moves you from the path of the arcing scarlet lightning that fan across the couch you were just sitting on, flickering back in time to stand just by the doorway. The air burns, and you watch as shadowy wings flare from his back as he comes to hover in the center of the room. He looks almost disinterested, the fucker.

You flicker back to the now ruined couch, darting aside from another blast of eldritch energy, and as you close the distance between you a blast soulfire rips through you. The burning wound it leaves barely lasts for a second before you rewind it, and as you reach your hand out towards him you watch your skin crack and burn from being too close. Then, you rewind him, until that burning shadow recedes, and he lands on both feet with an infuriating grace. He examines the shining red of his hand for a moment, and then looks up at you, now unharmed and more than a little annoyed.

“Acceptable,” he says with a nod. “I will vouch for you before the Trifarix. There will be a meeting in the morning. In the mean time, you may avail yourself to Noxus’ hospitalities. Good day.” He inclines his head at you, and then sweeps out of the room just as swiftly as he came in. As he leaves, Garrett enters again, now followed by a small squadron of maids. You have the distinct feeling that you've somehow been played.

“Is he always like that?” You ask Garrett, pointing at the door Swain just left through.

“I'm sure I don't know what you mean, ma’am,” Garrett says placidly, pointedly not looking at the destroyed room around you. The maids begin to pick up the shattered china.

You open your mouth, then groan. “Crazy fucking Noxians,” you mutter under your breath, and wave a hand across the room as you rewind it to its pre-Swain state. One of the maids squeaks in surprise.

Garrett blinks once, and that's about the extent of his display of surprise. “I'll show you to your accomodations, then?” He asks. You nod, and as he turns and walks out of the room, you grab one of the macarons off of the newly restored biscuit platter. If you're going to get ambushed at your job interview, you're at least getting sweets out of it.

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2dmanlover · 2 years

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Heyy

!!when you don’t feel comfortable in this don’t write it and ignore me please :)!!

How would it be to edging Darius, Draven and swain?

ooo this is a good one. thanks for the ask anon<3. im going to try a bit of a new format for this one.

a/n- sorry this took so long! found it unfinished in my drafts. forgot it was there lol. enjoy!

cw//edging, oral (m receiving), handjobs, choking, office sex? office oral (swain), some boot grindingggg :D

Edging

darius, swain, and draven w/ gn!reader/fem!reader (swain)<3 NSFW

It is rare that Darius let's you take control, but when he does, you can't help yourself from having a bit of teasing fun. It's when he's tired from training or battle that you decide to strike.

He's laid out on the bed, head supported by a pillow. You settle between his thick thighs, your eyes glued to his half lidded ones. With both hands wrapped around his cock, you pumped him lazily. Tongue swirling his flushed tip, licking up the beads of precum that formed at the top. You took over his senses, the sight of you hollowing your cheeks around him, the feeling of your warm and wet mouth, each sensation culminating in a shaky exhale. You felt him tense up, breaths speeding up, quiet groans scattered throughout. He stroked your face, combing through your hair with his big hands. At the breathless 'fuck' you drew from his lips, you pulled your mouth off him. It took him a moment to process, the only indication of the cogs turning in his head being the shocked and almost hurt look on his face. You beamed mischievously at him, crawling up him and settling in a straddle on his abdomen. He couldn't take you seriously, chuckling at your jestful actions. The rumble of his laugh in his belly vibrated against your heat, making you flush. If he hadn't been so tired, he would have given you a proper punishment for your impish behavior.

Draven often likes to sit back and let you ride him or suck him off, but won’t hesitate to put you in your place when you’re abusing your power.

You’re being bratty, putting up a fight in bed, and Draven was getting pissed off. He decided he was tired of your mischief, the punishment being that you can only give him a handjob. No blowjob, no penetration, and you couldn’t even touch yourself while doing it. You sat next to him with begging eyes, heat aching to be touched as you curled your fingers around his length. Focused on stroking him, you thought about how funny it would be to deny him his orgasm, mulling over it for the duration of your handjob. You caught your lip in between your teeth hearing the deep groans rumbling from his chest. He threw his head back in pleasure; the moment he wasn’t looking at you, you grinded your soaked heat into the sheets with a small whimper. His cock throbbed underneath your touch and he flexed his quads. Just as you felt that thread about to snap within him, you let go, intertwining your own fingers in your lap. He snapped his eyes open, looking at your disobedient grin. He wasn’t going to let you get away with this, but he also wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of a good spanking or something.

“You aren’t that clever, babe,” he said stroking himself lightly. You watched in shock and confusion as he finished himself off, spilling his seed onto his abs, not even letting you have the pleasure of giving him an orgasm.

Draven grabbed you by the throat, rolling himself on top of you.

“You aren’t getting off the hook that easy,” he scoffed, teasing your clit with his thumb. You’re going to be in for a very long, long night.

You kneeled underneath Swain’s desk, pumping his hard length before wrapping your plush lips around him, taking him into your mouth. He worked on paper work as you worked his shaft in your mouth, not letting so much as a sigh out. You whimpered a little bit, grinding your heat on his boot, your sodden panties adding extra friction.

“You’re distracting me, pet,” he told you. “Be quiet.” you nodded, looking up into his half lidded eyes. While you thought he wanted to cum down your tight throat, he had other plans for you.

“Good girl. If you want me to fuck you later you’re going to have to make this last as long as I’m working.” He stroked your hair as you bobbed up and down his length, barely listening to him.

“Mhmm,” he scoffed at your affirmation muffled by his cock stuffed into your mouth.

“How pathetic,” he scoffed under his breath, returning to his papers.

You’d think edging your boyfriend would be a punishment for him, but it only punished your desperate self. Swain knew you wanted his cum more than he did; being so disciplined, he easily took advantage of this.

Nearly an hour later, he finally filed his papers away into a drawer. You could have sworn he was so close many times, but alas, he was still rock hard in your mouth.

He pulled you off his cock for the last time, helping you up as he lazily pumped himself.

“Come sit,” he said, patting his leg.

#league of legends x reader #league of legends #league of legends smut #league smut #darius league of legends #draven league of legends #jericho swain #swain league of legends #swain x reader #darius x reader #draven x reader

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ghostkinnie · 2 years

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just binged all your league stuff and i LOVE IT . may i please PLEASE see more sett and swain posts pls and thank you :)

A/N: so glad you liked it ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Hope you enjoy this one too

SETT AND SWAIN X READER DATING HEADCANONS

SETT

• Golden retriever boyfriend

• Honestly you will never be bored

• Sett's love language is physical touch so know he won't let go of you for a second

• He loves to get your attention and don't care when or where

• He also loves stealing kisses from you when you least expect it

• His hands are always reaching out to touch you whether for hugs or just holding your body close

• Many petnames be they affectionate, sexy or even meaningless

• And oohh boy Sett's biggest fun is making you blush

• He may be big and strong, but he's a loving and caring boyfriend, he would do anything for you

• "Hey little one, come back to bed i wanna kiss you all morning."

SWAIN

• Ok hear me out Swain is a romantic and gentleman

• Dating him is a mixture of elegance and passion

• There will be lots of fancy restaurants and slow dancing between the two of you

• Swain also likes to send you gifts for crows when he's busy and can't see you, whether it's jewelry or small flowers

• He loves watching you even if you're not doing anything he just loves every bit of you

• Lots of praise

• Not the biggest PDA fan in public but when you're alone he's so affectionate

• Lets you play and braid his hair when you are in bed relaxing

• Sometimes it's very protective but just because he's afraid of losing you

• "My princess, you are breathtaking tonight."

#league of legends x reader #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine #sett x reader #sett #swain x reader #swain

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zdux · 1 year

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Vlad with a sugar mommy/daddy??? 👀

I've got some good good brain rot for Vladimir rn so that's what's up

Sugar Baby Vladimir

Oh this spoiled brat of a Count... tsk tsk

Despite being rich beyond his wildest dreams, with loads to spare and an elegant mansion, as well as a cult that basically WORSHIPS him, there was still something missing...

That is, until he met you.

An Ionian noble, lost, tired, and an absolute mess, who wandered up to his door step. You had been traveling through Noxus to get to Demacia, and then Targon, as you had important meetings and relations to organize in both countries, and despite the hostilities, you felt much safer traveling by land than by sea for extended periods of time. How unexpected that you would get mixed up and lost trying to avoid battalions and raiders in a military country, how COMPLETELY surprising.

While he should have immediately imprisoned you, so that you could essentially be used as a hostage during negotiations, Vladimir had other ideas, as he loved to bend the rules as far as he could and see that look of disdain on Swain's face when he got away with it.

So instead, he invited you in, feigning worry and apologizing for the disaster of a voyage, allowing you to bathe, relax, and have a decent nights sleep.

After some conversations, you realized you were already late for both of your meetings, and would never make it in time. You sent letters explaining what happened, and arranged to come to Demacia and Targon at a later date. While this was all handled, you and Vladimir started to get to know each other, and he quickly realized you were considerably above his rank, in Noxian terms. He was lucky that you were unfamiliar with how Noxians showed their respect to those above them, this was as if Darius had showed up at his door bloody and bruised and he had handed him a towel instead of treating him with respect and ordering for the finest healers to tend to him at once.

Despite his mistake, he was pleasantly surprised that you didn't mind, and still counted his actions as kind. When you asked to keep in contact with him, however, is when you truly surprised him. Having good relations with a high Ionian noble? Oh the trouble that could get him into... and the possible rewards he could reap from it.

He gladly accepted, and after nearly a week, you were back on your way, this time making it safely to Demacia, then Targon, before going back home.

The two of you exchanged letters for months, getting to know each other better and better. You eventually realized how dangerous meeting up could be, but were hoping at this point that perhaps the two of you could be what bridges a truce between Noxus and Ionia.

You began meeting up every few months in secret, almost like some kind of Romeo and Juliet type of story, the two of you had a meeting place in Piltover where you would spend time together.

It was during these meetings that the two of you began to have a relationship other than political. Vladimir slowly began to realize just how much he wanted you. And it was your disguises in Piltover that turned into his becoming your sugar baby. You would dress nicely, though not over the top, and he would as well, but the two of you pretended to be just that: A rich noble and their little plaything. But it soon was no longer an act.

You would take him out on the town, going to fancy dinners, expensive shops, all sorts of theaters. What had started as a cover quickly became the two of yours little secret.

He adored it. Being doted on, being treated like he was special to someone, almost like he was your pet, he relished in it. He even convinced you to go to the brothels of Zaun with him and enjoy the... "masquerades" they liked to hold with him.

Hope you enjoyed! I didn't really get to go into the actual sugar baby part here, so I might make a part two if wanted. ^^

#vladimir #vladimir league of legends #vlad league of legends #vladimir x reader #the crimson reaper #hemomancer #hemomancer x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #noxus #swain #ionia #ionian reader #zdux #zdux writes

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kagakuoniryu · 2 years

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Hi! may I request hc or scenario (whichever you are more comfortable) About swain x fem reader where reader likes swain but hears around that swain and leblanc have a thing so she stops pursuing swain and entertains her suitors instead to which swain didn't like. In short, jealous swain. Thank you 🥺

Synopsis :

Fem. Reader hear swain and leblanc are a thing and start to entertain new people, much to swain's displeasure

Type :

headcanon

Warning :

Swain is jealous, reader think she don't have a chance with swain

A/N :

I'm not too familiar with swain's and leblanc's lore so it might have some misinterpretation coming from me, I hope I won't get it wrong and you'll be able to enjoy it!

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You don't even remember when you started to like swain

You were among the noble women in noxus, and has for destiny to marry a noble man from a similar or higher rank as you

But you weren't interested in your suitor at the time, so to gain time you got interested in war

Under swain's command, that's how you met him

He knew how to lead people on the battlefield, and what started as a little crush became love

But swain wouldn't notice you, no matter how much effort you decided to put into it

Until a battle in Ionia which made him unable to fight ever again

Luckily he didn't died, but you haven't saw him since you're back from war

Your parents started to bother you about mariage once again but it wasn't on your mind

One day you got news from swain, he knew your loyalty for him and asked you to help him win noxus back

You didn't needed much, for you it was already a yes, and so, in one night, the general Jericho Swain also became the emperor of noxus

Like a lot of people who helped him you got a high position alongside swain, you even started to interact daily because you helped him

Until the black rose found an interest to play with swain

A young pale and beautiful women, named leblanc came as an assistant too

That's when things started to change

Swain was seen more with Leblanc than you, and people started to wonder if the two of them were a thing, maybe they saw in leblanc the face of the next empress

A lot of men also liked the idea of swain not being with you, you may have served to war, you were among the most beautiful noble women, and the only one who were still single

You always dismissed your suitor to stay with swain, but now that leblanc and him were growing closer and closer you didn't wanted to be a third wheel

And for the first time with swain you gave up, the rumors could be right after all, maybe you're pinning for a man who don't care about you and is already in a relationship

And since with time you got many men ready to marry you on the spot you decided to entertain some of them

But they all had something in common, they all had something that reminded you of swain, it wasn't easy to forget someone you loved for so long

Swain on the other hand became more and more tense, you didn't passed all your time with him anymore and it made him restless, he couldn't admit it for the life of him but he grew attached to you

That's when he decided to send a crow or two to check on you, maybe he was wrong about you and you were selling information about it, or you were blackmailed and couldn't talk to him about it?

But his crow reported none of that, actually, they only reported that you were out? On a date?

Swain thought you liked him, and he was right in a sense, but seeing you with other men started to made him think that maybe you weren't that interested

The next time you were at work with him he dismissed everyone except you, asking for an explication for all your absences

You told him the truth, that you started to see men, since you were finally in age of mariage, and that you wanted a nice relationship just like he and leblanc had

He asked you to repeat yourself, and so you did, swain corrected you, leblanc want to use him and he want to use her for the sake of noxus, nothing more ; since he was met with silence he admitted that, in the end, you're the one he like

It was your turn to ask him to repeat himself and he did, asking you to join him for dinner that night

And so you did, and started your relationship with him

Now his crow have been ordered to attack any man who'll try to court you

If you ever say anything about it he'll tell you he isn't jealous, just protective

~hope you'll like it~

🌸Request are open🌸

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queenofruneterra · 2 years

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Swain’s full SFW alphabet!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Swain’s affection is best found in the little things. A song he says reminds him of you, a kiss on the hand when you part ways, flowers he had delivered to you; they’re all ways he tells you he’s in love with you every day. He uses his words wisely, and tends to value smaller acts over huge displays, but don’t be fooled! He won’t hesitate to spoil you occasionally. Whether that be with his undivided attention or expensive gifts/vacations, he loves surprising you from time to time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Swain isn’t really the “best friend” type. That’s not to say he isn’t amiable, he just prefers to keep most at a distance. If he did have a best friend, it would probably have started when they were children/young adults. Having Swain as a best friend would be like having another parent. He would care for you deeply, making sure to check up on you consistently and do whatever he could to make sure you’re well. He wouldn’t be overbearing– far from it– but he’d ensure you knew you were loved no matter what.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles are one of Swain’s favorite ways to show affection. He usually reserves this for romantic partners, but if a friend was in a really bad place, he’d let them lay on his chest and talk it out. He typically prefers being the one doing the holding, but sometimes he wants to be babied; feeling fingers running through his hair, soft kisses on his forehead or words of affirmation to help him forget about any stress.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Swain’s never had a particularly strong desire to settle down, but he still thinks it would be nice. He’s actually a pretty decent cook, and he enjoys making food and sharing it with others. He wouldn’t say he’s good at cleaning, but he dusts occasionally and keeps his spaces mostly organized.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Definitely face to face. Swain would probably invite them over, sit them down, and want to have a good mature conversation about why he was ending the relationship. If it was because he lost feelings he’d tell them in the nicest way possible, avoiding hurting them too much. If it was for reasons he couldn’t control, there would probably be more tears coming from him. Even if his partner did something unforgivable, he’d end the relationship as maturely as possible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Swain is certainly not the type to jump into a marriage. He would be willing to commit to one partner if he felt they were both ready and that they were right for him, but he’d want to take things slow and make sure he was making the right decision.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very. Swain’s physical affection is most often in softer forms like chaste kisses or hand holding, and the same can be said about his emotions. Although he can be stern and seem disagreeable at times, he’s still a caring and understanding person.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Swain doesn’t initiate hugs very often, but when he does they’re long and comforting. He’ll usually trace his fingers along your back and squeeze you tightly before letting go.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s rarely the first one to say he loves someone. Even if he feels it, he’s more likely to show it through his actions than his words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous too often, but when he does he can be a little possessive. If he feels that someone is getting too comfortable around you, he’ll make sure to amp up the PDA until they get the hint. He’ll never actually say he’s jealous, but you can’t certainly tell by his actions.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are slow and passionate, usually accompanied by gentle touches around your body. He likes kissing you everywhere, on your lips, cheeks, forehead, chest, neck, etc. He especially likes being kissed on his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He tends to ignore them for the most part, only interacting with them if necessary. It truly depends on the particular child though. If he takes a liking to them he’ll engage a little more in conversation, maybe even tell them some (age appropriate) life stories if they’re interested.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If he’s not busy, mornings with Swain are usually spent sleeping in. Lots of cuddles and kisses are to be expected. If you two are in the mood to go out however, he’ll treat you to breakfast/brunch and spend the day however you like.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are typically spent with you in each others arms talking about anything and everything. He’ll more than likely be tired after a long day of work, but if you decide to go out it’ll probably be to a nice restaurant/bar.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’ll definitely wait to reveal more intimate details about himself. Swain is not the most open book, and he would try to be as honest with his partner as possible, but there are just some things he only feels comfortable sharing with the closest of people. There are some topics he would discuss immediately, and some it would take years to get him to talk about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes a lot for Swain to get truly angry, and even then he tries not to show it. He’s the type to be silently angry (which is often more frightening than any shouting match). When it comes to his you, he only ever gets upset if he feels you’ve foolishly put yourself in danger or if you’re being immature during a disagreement. He usually calms himself down fairly quickly, and if he did do or say anything that hurt you he’ll apologize profusely.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’d try to remember most things, but admittedly… He’d probably forget some details. He’s a busy man with a lot on his plate, so sometimes he’ll forget little things here and there. He’d never forget anything major like an anniversary or birthday though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments in your relationship are when you get to be completely alone together. Swain loves being around you, whether you’re both cracking jokes and laughing uncontrollably or sitting in comfortable silence. He likes remembering the little things like the way you smile or what your laugh sounds like.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Swain is reasonably protective of you. He trusts you to make smart choices and be generally safe, but if he senses there’s danger he won’t hesitate to remove you from the situation or sacrifice himself to save you. He doesn’t really like being protected, but he appreciates you trying.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

If there’s one thing Swain puts his full effort into, it’s making sure you feel appreciated. So when it comes to dates he makes sure he puts you first. While he will do something a little more lavish on special occasions, he tends to focus on the time you spend together rather than how expensive it is. He values a night in spent playing board games just as much as one spent at a fancy restaurant or stuffy party.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some trouble talking through his emotions at times, and he tends to become cold and distant if he can’t find the words to describe what he’s feeling. It’s not a conscious action; he doesn’t mean to shut you out, it’s just a habit he’s fallen into over the years. If you talk to him about it and help him work through it, he’ll break it soon enough.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn’t overly concerned with his appearance, but he still tries to look presentable. He makes sure to comb his hair/iron his clothes before going out, or if it’s a special occasion he’ll do his best to look as nice as possible.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

This depends on how close you two are. If you’ve been together for years, chances are he’d feel like a part of him was missing if you suddenly left.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If he’s missing you a lot he’ll talk to his birds about you ;-;

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Swain wouldn’t like someone who can’t grow with him. Everyone, including himself, has certain habits they find difficult to break or challenges they’ve been struggling to overcome, but if you can’t help or aren’t willing to try and do it together, he probably won’t be interested in a long term relationship.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

If he’s sleeping with you, he has to be touching you. Whether it’s holding your hand, cuddling, having an arm around you, anything. If he’s alone he might call you before he goes to bed as long as it’s not too late

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juliicake · 1 year

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just swain

#swain #swain x reader #league of legend art #illustration #art #tumblr draw

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holdmeclosebutdontloveme · 1 year

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I feel like the greatest gift Swain can give to his (assassin/soldier/enemy) lover is his life. Like out of all the enemies, and Le Blanc, aiming for his head, he is willing to die by your hands. He's mortal regardless if he managed to subdue the demon in him. And while also politically powerful for being a member of the Trifarix Council, his influence will eventually waver. The empire is expanding to dangerous heights after all, amongst other affairs he tries to manage even with Darius unknowning to its extent.

So, he waits for the inevitable to happen. For now, he cherish your secrets and holds you close in his arms, knowing the conflict happening in your heart and within the empire.

#swain league of legends #jericho swain #jericho swain headcanon #swain x reader #swain lol #swain x you

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ma1dmer · 2 months

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I alqays saw your swain post, Can u make like modern swain as a sugar daddy for fem reader 😞, pretty please? Maybe both sfw and nsfw

You are so real for this request...this legit made me come out of a nearly two year writing block and hiatus hdghd

He is a demanding man, with a demanding life style, he is rich and powerful with way too much money and too little time to spend on getting to know someone properly

He needs you at his beck and call at any possible time, the first time you deny him, in your defence, it's at the early stages of your agreement and probably in the middle of the night and he's calling you after a long flight to come to him even though you have another job in the morning, he tells you to quit and increases your pay for every date, it's for both of your benefits that you are just always accessible to him

Expect more gifts from him before he invites you out for a business dinner, or some event he needs some arm candy, usually clothes he can match to his own style and jewelry, expect him to be almost kinder to you, making love to you and being extra attentive, sending his assistant to bring you gifts before he finally asks you to go with him

Buys you a lovely little necklace with his initials, so he can properly show you off as one of his assets

He won't lie about your relationship, there is no point, and he isn't ashamed, but he doesn't want you to play the role of just any sugar baby, you need to be his perfect match, involved in conversations, adoring to him, socialising with his colleagues, hot as sin but proper, glued to his side, almost like a spouse, he wants others to envy him for being with you

At the end of such a night he'll drive you to his place, on the way there he'll slide his hand up your thigh the other still at the steering wheel, asking about what you heard from the others, asking if anyone asked you any questions, if anyone asked your rates perhaps, if they did he'll match and exceed that price, its money well spent after all

You are always escorted everywhere, if he can't come get you himself, he is sending someone for you, same when you leave

This man gets off on you spending his money, its such a power trip sending you off after fucking you of course, with his credit card to treat yourself to one, two, three, four who knows how many things, he doesn't think you'll ever actually make some dent in his earnings, and isn't that just so hot, seeing just how much his hard work has paid off

Pet play, if he is ever in town working from home, you are moving for the duration of that time at his place, he'll have you naked sitting next to his legs, or between them as he works, you aren't allowed to actually do something that'd distract him from his jobs, but every so often when you lay your head on his thigh bored he'll stroke your hair, only when he is done he allows himself to touch you

He is very particular about how he wants you to dress when you go out with him, he'll send you what he has in mind and expects you to send him updates with the outfit you came up with, or even better come give him a little fashion show yourself after a shopping trip

Any new outfits he approves of are rewarded with the best sloppiest head of your life, he slurps and uses his fingers so roughly until you ruin your pretty new outfit, and he has to wash the taste of you off with some wine or champagne, if there isn't a wet spot at the back on your dress/pants whats the point

He doesn't sext when he is away or even actually texts tbh , but he does expect regular updates from you, he usually doesn't reply, too busy with work, but he sees all of your messages, he needs to know when you go to bed, when you eat, what new did you buy with his money,if he does text his age really shows with each reply

One of the toys he'd most enjoy using on you would be some nipple clamps, if you can get away with wearing them out in public he is more than satisfied

Always wears some sort of ring that leaves a mark whenever he spanks you, like a little brand

He gets quite mean with his dirty talk, he likes to degrade you very very explicitly just to feel you tighten down on him, fear arousal, you don't even know, how much and what else will you let him do for money, are you even satisfied just with him, maybe you are too used to this, if he pays you more will you let some of his colleagues join, what if he tells you to bark will you? go ahead bark, he is never serious....or is he

#jericho swain x reader #jericho swain league of legends #jericho swain #jericho swain smut #league of legends #league of legends smut #league of legends x reader #.ask

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space-blue · 2 years

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You know why you're on this mission. You're an advanced scout in the Noxian army, and you're the one who discovered the ruins, deep in Ionian jungles. What you can't fathom is why he's coming along.

A Swain x Reader story for @zkyfall !! This was written in a haze of self indulgence... Bratty reader is extremely fed up. Swain has strong Thrawn flavours... Hopefully it's fun... You tell me!

#swain #jericho swain #swain x reader #league of legends #fanfic #swain lol #my fic

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collidescopeeyes · 16 days

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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.”

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“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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