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lightning-bringer · 1 year

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Hi! How are you? Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader. Reader was once a Fire Queen, but because of the tragedy (you can come up with it yourself) she became angry, cold and cruel. Thank you very much!

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but I loved writing this, hope you like it too! (also just wanna say your requests are so creative it’s amazing)

Viego and Ice Queen!Reader imagine

Word count: 3.127

Tags: angst (nothing too dramatic but Viego is still madly in love with Isolde), melancholy, SFW, canon-compliant, implied sex,

Rate: Teen and Up

A/N: Though I didn’t write the sex scene because the request didn’t say anything about a SFW or NSFW preference, I would gladly write it and post separetly if anyone is interested because I did have some ideas lol. Also though I did write a very open end, I don’t plan for it to be a series or anything, unless someone requests something about it specifically

When the mist came, you weren't afraid.

You had heard of the Ruined King, and his powers were not enough to scare you. Your ice kingdom would stand, as it had through much worse catastrophes than a spoiled King without land or subjects.

The few servants and subjects you had left were ready to fight. They were also not afraid, for just like you, they had seen worse, and their hearts had been frozen alongside your land and power. When the messanger came with news of the Ruined King's approach, you knew there was nothing in your kingdom Viego could corrupt. You weren't sure there was anything left.

Your surprise was enourmos when the mist came... but the King was alone. The spectres were no match for your magic, the cold of your people's hurts a natural protection against the man's corruption. You didn't know if it was upon realizing that, that the mist drew back, reveling the Ruined King to you, in the middle of a white waste, no sign of cold upon the brutal wind, sword nowhere to be seen and arms raised.

Viego - was his name, he said - seemed surprised, but there was a small smile playing on his lips.

"Are you the ruler of this island?" He asked. Despite the unforgiving wind, his hair was still gorgeous, moving wildly without getting on his face, his green eyes shining unnaturaly with an otherworldly confidence. The hole on his chest was only mildly unsettling to you.

"I am the Queen of this land, and I don't take kindly to invasors." Your voice boomed around the land, shaking the ground. Your teeth were bared in a snarl, and the sight alone could terrify any mortal man.

Viego though, bowed, a deep one where his head lowered to the point his eyes didn't meet yours. He was clever, you could see, had the etiquette of someone who once was a King, but his posture was still of a spoiled man.

"I ask for your forgiveness, my Queen." You scoffed. Such petty use of a noble way to refer to you. You were not his Queen for he didn't belong in your lands. "I was wrong to believe I could simply pass through your kingdom like a barbarian, destroying everything on my way. I didn't expect to find such strong adversary."

"Is that how you've been passing Runeterra? Destroying everything in your way?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitancy, no backtracking. Viego stared at you, deep into your eyes, and there was such confidence and fire in them, like you hadn't seen in so long, that it took you by surprise.

"You see, my Queen, I have a goal. There's someone I need to find... there's nothing that'll stop me and I won't rest until I have her."

Upon seeing Viego's certainty and strength, you were interested. The winds subsided and your people stood back, as Viego was invited to your castle. There, as you had dinner in a cold, empty hall, Viego told you his story. Told the tale of his dead queen, of his desperate search for a cure for death, and his awakening to a very different world. As he spoke, you could see the fire in his eyes, the passion and anger burning through every single one of his words.

He said he wouldn't rest until he had Isolde back, and you believed him.

"Your powers." He said, later that night, as he was invited for tea with you. Viego was an interesting man, an interesting presence. It had been so longo, so long since you had been in the presence of anyone still warm inside. Anyone who still had a glow in their eyes and passion in their speech.

So you let Viego stay the night and rest, as he said he needed - though you absolutely doubted he needed it. You knew he could read nothing on your expression or answers, couldn't possibly know your interest to him, for it had been a while since your expressions got less and less prominent, and you looked directly at him as he spoke.

"Your powers are magnificent." He repeated. "And they could be the key for the sentinels to defeat me."

He had told you about the sentinels, "foolish ones trying to stop me and keep me away from Isolde", Viego had said during dinner. You raised a brow at his words.

"Is that a threat?" You asked, raising your tone, still not sure what to think of him.

"Or," He continued, swirling his tea, not having touched it during the night "they could be the key for me to win. To take them out of my way and find her."

Right then, a servant walked in. A young maiden, carrying a silver tray with a few tiny cakes in it. Her skin was translucent, her eyes purely white with no pupils or irises. She was as quiet as a mouse, steps making no sound on the marble floor, breath that didn't fan when out in the cold of the palace. Her movements were stiff and wrong.

But she was beautiful, beautiful as a child's doll, and Viego was staring at her in fascination as she took your tea-cup away.

"If you could make more people like that-"

"No." You cut him, the slight amount of anger you could still manage to feel bubbling inside of you. You looked away from Viego's insanely beautiful face, his green eyes boring into yours, eager. "I- I'm not capable of doing that anymore, and the issues of Runeterra don't interest me. My people have suffered enough."

He looked at you, and you feelt a little marveled at how his face was expressive. You had thought, during dinner, that only a man with too much emotions inside him could be driven to do the things he did. Only love and obsession in amounts unimaginable could gather the strength in a man to come back from the land of the dead.

Right then, you could see perfectly in the furrow of his brows the way his head was wroking, thinking, wondering. When he actually asked, the only thing that surprised you was how capable Viego was of sounding like the King he once had been, and not a nearly insane man driven by grief.

"I told you my story, Y/N" He had started to alternate between using your name and your title now, feeling some kind of intimacy with you "and although you have no obligation to tell me yours, I would like to know."

He leaned forward, just slightly, and you weren't even sure if he was aware he did it. You averted his eyes once again, taking a deep breath. You couldn't remember ever telling anyone about it. The people who you could tell, the people who would know...

"My people are old." You started, running your fingertips against the wood of your chair "Very old. The royal family comes from a long line of mages who control fire, and our power is drawn from within us and from others. From our deepest emotions, and it's strongest when we are kids. It takes years for us to get as strong as we were when we were only children."

You stopped then, looking up to see Viego staring intently at you. He was paying attention to every little word, drawing it in. You hold back a smile. It had been a while since you had someone who would willingly listen.

"The legends said we had godly blood in our veins, but we turned our back to Them. When a plague came over, we all started to believe it." You paused, only to take a deep breath "My people fell like fleas, Viego. They would die in one or two days, with horrible symptoms, horrible deaths. Then, came the natural disasters and the hunger. There was no more rain, crops couldn't grow, earthquakes happened... the adults were dying faster and in bigger numbers than the children, and their sorrow was out of control. Their emotions, their fire was everywhere. I thought I knew magic old and strong enough to stop it, to control it, to at least console them."

You didn't realize how much faster you began to talk. Your hands had the slightest tremble to them, and you squeezed them tight. Without saying a word, the Ruined King reached forward and grasped one of your hand.

Viego's skin was cold, nearly as cold as yours, but it was the act of touching you that surprised you, not the temperature of his flesh. His eyes were still bright and his face was still deep in thought, but he looked at you with confidence and fire, making you ache inside. The longer you stared at Viego's beautiful eyes, the more you saw the flame in him. The flame you once had. The flame you let burn out and turn into the cold of your empty heart.

"I didn't." You whispered "I didn't help them. That magic, that power was too much. There is not enough warmth in someone's heart to save an entire nation. Like a dying star I exploded, wiping so many of my people out... and the deathly cold spread from me afterwards."

You bit your tongue, and Viego squeezed your hand. He looked at you in wonder again, and it bares on unsettling to hold his gaze, so you looked at his white hair reflecting the bright fire lights, at the exposed skin of his flesh and the mist and shadows forever dancing around the hole in his chest.

That's a man you thought that knows what it means to put all your hope into something just to see it fall apart right before your eyes.

"Thank you for telling me, my Queen."

A wild thought crossed your head. His Queen was the dead queen, Isolde. You were not and would never be his Queen, and staring at his thin lips, you felt what could be sadness deep in your chest.

After that night, Viego didn't leave right away, and you didn't question him. You didn't realize how much you had missed company, company that wasn't frozen and puppets of ice. You showed Viego your current and mutated magic, something you have not been proud since it happened, but that you couldn't possibly not enjoy when he smiled as you showcase your strength. And Viego showed you how he controls the mist, and the spectres in them, and told you about people he knew, whose names are fleeting thoughts you soon forget. There was a Kalista, a Vladimir, someone called Thresh.

And he talked about Isolde sometimes, but it became rarer and rarer for him to say her name. It wasn't like his love and obsession were over, you knew, but you wanted to believe he found your company as enjoyable as the thought of his lover - or, though you didn't want to believe, he saw through your cold dead face exactly how much you enjoyed to have him around.

Which was strange per se, to enjoy something again. To wake up in the mornings and look forward to something, to have something swirling in your chest that wasn't anger or pure emptiness. Though that was dangerous, you knew; the thought of a possible second interest from Viego's part always in the back of your head, assuring your tone with him would never soften too much, your anger would never truly lay low. You didn't forget his comment on how your powerful could be decisive in his upcoming battle.

It was during a night not much different from the one you met, only several weeks apart, that the Ruined King opened up his hollow chest.

"You look so lovely tonight, my Queen." He smiled as you met for yet another evening of desserts and useless conversation. He stood in the balcony, clothes just a little bit more familiar to your land but not more modest.

You nodded, acknowledging the compliment but not giving him a reply, and Viego laughed. He had come to find amusement in your lack of reactions.

"May I ask" you said slowly "if there is a special occasion tonight that I'm not aware of?"

Viego smiled. He had asked you to meet him for tea at the balcony on his room (the room you allowed him to use, you reminded yourself) instead of the hall the tea was usually served. He was wearing nice clothes, and asked for you to do the same.

Despite not liking being told what to do, you were wearing your best dress.

"I think the time for me to leave has come."

Somehow, you knew that was it. You had a feeling deep in your gut, as you read books alongside him and exchanged tales and stories. And you always knew. You always knew Viego was going to leave, there was no reason for him to stay, no reason for him to abandon his mission, his journey, his Queen.

Even though you knew, you got angry. The frost started to spill from your fingertips to the tea-cup and railing they touched, quickly approaching Viegos hand, resting close to yours. He was still smiling, and with absolutely no fear, reached to grab your cold and currently freezing hand.

The frost stopped spreading and realizing that made you even angry.

"I like knowing that when I leave, you'll miss me." There was humor in his tone, and his fingers ran through the back of your hand. His eyes were shining particularly bright.

"My heart is incapable of such thing." You mumbled, staring right back at him. You wondered what Viego saw when he looked at your face. What with the way your eyes shone could possibly tell him when the only things you've been able to express for years were sorrow and anger.

He laughed, steeping forward. He was broader and taller than you, but you held your head high. You knew he was not trying to intimidate you, hadn't since he arrived and wouldn't start then, but the reflex was stronger than you. The instinct to fight and defend and respond was always at the back of your head, even if tended to be dormant around the Ruined King.

Viego was smiling when he lifted a finger to caress your chill cheek.

To feel your heart drumming against your chest once again was a wonder.

"That's not true, is it my Queen?" Viego's voice was silk, coming out in a whisper that smelled of camomile and honey. His finger traced your cheekbone, ran down to your cupids brow and lower lip and the intake of breath you took was louder than necessary.

You were sure your cheeks were reddening, but you would have liked to tell yourself it was out of anger rather than bashfulness. Viego slouched his hand gingerly against your entire cheek when he gave one last step forward, getting his body as close to yours as possible without directly touching you.

You felt angry. You wanted his touch. You didn't want him near you. You were suspicious still. You were infatuated. You were delighted your heart was hammering again and not out of rage. You were so sad.

"My heart has no flame left, Viego." You whispered numbly, reaching up to hold his shirt where hip met waist. Your fingers clenched and frost climbed upon Viego's clothes, possibly freezing his skin.

He didn't seen to care. He kept looking at you, smile fading slowly until his stare was curious, strong, trusting. He kept looking at you for what felt like an eternity and you looked back, gaze jumping from different points on his face, trying to understand, trying to see.

"That's not true, Y/N." He repeated, emphatically, and leaned forward until his lips were touching yours delicately. You sighed, your cold breath forming mist in the air as frost touched his lips, but he didn't care.

Viego pulled you close until your bodies touched and he sighed against your mouth, like there was nothing more delightful to him than the freezing of his skin done from you. You took a deep breath form your nose, feeling the way your heart beat and your body heated up. There was no warmth inside of you that could light you ablaze anymore, but Viego was right. It wasn't true that there was no flame in your heart.

The goosebumps every time his skin brushed against your proved that.

He kissed you passionate, the frost eventually retreating back into yourself like a rewind of time. Viego held your cheek, carefully but confidently, and his mouth was the warmest thing you felt in years. His hands, then roaming down to your waist, were not far behind.

"I don't think" you whispered, when you parted to breath, though doubting Viego needed the breath "I am the only one being untrue. I am not your Queen, Viego." You tried not to sound bitter, tried to hold onto the good things trying to come alight again in your chest, but it was stronger than you. It was your nature.

The Ruined King seemed only partially irritated at your comment, but soon his furrowed brows gave place to a smile. Slowly, maybe wondering if you would accept the gesture, Viego kissed your cheek. Then the corner of your lips. Your eyelid, when you closed your eyes, and your nose.

"Let me show you, Y/N." His voice was low, and there was a smile to it. His hands were caressing your waist, waiting, but with just a tinge of impatient to it. "I'll show that you are my Queen. Let me worship you like the royalty you are." You opened your eyes, meeting Viego's fiery green ones. "Let me show you everything you deserve."

You had no reason to say no.

The next morning, Viego left without much ceremony from either part. His spectral mist followed him, and he disappeared in the clouds of darkness, looking behind only once, but still leaving you to your cold island and colder subjects.

You felt less irritated or sad than you thought, and less numb than you imagined you would. Still, you kept your back straight, and your eyes looking ahead for much longer after he disappeared. You shed no tear, for even if was still so easy for you to cry, you wouldn't be the abandoned maiden, crying her despair alone in an ice castle.

The wind picked up with your determination, snowflakes falling from the sky and frost spreading from the places you touched. Viego would come back to you, with or without his rightful queen. He would be back eventually, and the good thing about the cold is that it was unrelenting and patient.

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jojikawa · 2 years

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I would love love LOVE to read some more of your Aatrox x reader story! if you'd be so kind ofc <3

Sure! I enjoy writing the romance so much!

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣

wc: 2.8k

tw: brief descriptions of violence, Tsundere Aatrox

Whenever Aatrox would retreat into his sword, by starving himself or by defeat, he had begun to dream.

It wasn’t too often when these dreams would occur but a small part of him would look forward to them. Anything was better than the claustrophobic prison of nothingness. In his slumber, he would dream. As a woman, he lived in a cottage, alone in the woods. There were no signs of fear, happiness, or anger. It was only him and a baby.

The dreams would always end with blood and screaming. The baby he held was replaced with a pile of flesh that coated his hands with blood. He would scream at the sight and he didn’t know why. Aatrox wasn’t scared of anything. These were nightmares to anyone else but he feared nothing.

A poor human traveler came by and saw the sword of the Ascendant, Aatrox. He was intrigued by its glow. What was it doing all by itself in the middle of the forest, the traveler thought. How much would it sell for? The combination of curiosity and greed was a plague against humanity. It would be its downfall. Aatrox would use this new human as his vessel to move around once again.

Aatrox looked around. He was in the world again. It was gloomy and moist from the rain. Everything looked so sad. There was no sign of you either. Why did that make him feel bad?

“WOMAN!?” He roared to the top of his lungs, expecting you to just “appear” and have his name roll off of your tongue like sweet honey. He didn’t know your name. Your true name. He wouldn’t call you Death or even Lady Death. HE WAS DEATH.

Aatrox, Aatrox, Aatrox.

Death called his name like a mother would her son who just wouldn’t listen to her. And just like a child, he looked for you. He felt drawn to you. He knew you had to be somewhere. Did you get bored of him already? He hoped not.

The Darkin wandered for days not being able to find you. Maybe he could summon you again? Yes. That would be such a great idea. Why didn’t he think of that first?

Aatrox ravaged villages and settlements. He left no survivors. Life was no good anyway. The only thing these mortals would miss out on was your beautiful face. Right before they succumb to their wounds.

It was no use. Despite all the carnage. You didn’t appear. You didn’t tease him. You didn’t trace his horns with your fingers. You didn’t climb onto his shoulder to whisper things in his ear that seemed to calm him.

That’s fine. He just needs more victims. What’s one more settlement? One more? Another? And another?

But—

No.

The only thing he was surrounded with were the dead bodies of men, women, and children. Where were you? Where did you go? Did you even…exist? Did he finally go mad?

Yeah. He had just gone mad. Meeting death? Spending time with her? Dreaming from the perspective of a woman? Everything was finally taking a toll on him.

Night fell and he wandered Runeterra some more. He needed to find more people to kill…or finally a warrior that could put him out of his misery.

He had come across a winter hamlet. It was lit here and there with torches and lights. The watchmen didn’t seem to see Aatrox yet. With his vision, he could see a far distance away. What caught his attention were people in an old wooden house. Two of them. A woman and an old man.

That woman…who was that woman?

She looked like you. There were no demonic features and dark attire, but he knew it was you. You looked so full of life.

He didn’t like it.

Anger filled him more than any feeding ever could. A foreign drive possessed him and all of his thoughts were murderous and violent.

Screaming of terror filled the night sky as mortals laid eyes upon their new god.

“You are not long for this world.” You grabbed the hand of the dying old man before you. He wore a smile as he drifted in and out of his painless death. “I know.” He replied. “But will I finally get to see my wife again? Did you stay with her until the end just like you did me?”

Your lips parted. You’ve done this for eons but it’s still hard to break the news. “Yes.” You curled your lips into a small smile. “She’s missed you and can not wait to-“

“DARKIN! IT'S A DARKIN!!”

The cries of mortals filled your ears. Your heart sank. You couldn’t hide the sadness that covered your face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered to the old man. You took his life without another thought. You collected his soul and returned to your Darkin suitor.

In only minutes, this settlement was no more. Aatrox was huge. Much, much taller than what you’ve seen before. He’s killed so many.

“How could you?” You uttered, looking at all the destruction that was once bustling and crowded. You struggled to not step on any bodies that had been left by him. For once, you frowned at Aatrox. Your patient smile was no more.

When he saw you, he wanted to yell at you. How could he? No. How could you? You abandoned him. You didn’t come when he called you. He searched for days. He spent days by himself and he couldn’t understand why.

“Why are you here?” He growled, finishing the very last warrior that stood in his way. Black butterflies emerged from the trees and bushes. They landed on the people and claimed them. “I like to visit humans before they die.” You answered. “But you just had to intervene.”

You noticed that Aatrox seemed to dislike your butterflies. He cut at them and could crush them in his hands if he were quick enough.

“Leave them.” You commanded firmly. He did not listen.

You turned away. You couldn’t stand to look at him. Your chest was hurting from sadness. You hated that this was the natural order.

You shook it off. You always shook it off.

You looked down at your feet. “Everyone dies alone.” There was a child. A girl. She held a toy and had a petrified look. Your words finally grabbed his attention. “I’ve always been alone.” Your sentences seemed disconnected but Aatrox was still very much interested in what you had to say.

Before you could continue, you were lifted off of the ground by a large hand. It was Aatrox. He dropped you onto his shoulder, to which you clumsily hung onto. You smiled at his actions. He still wasn’t accepting you, but you didn’t believe he traveled to the Freljord for nothing.

Aatrox has many, many questions for you but his arrogance prevented him from asking them. He preferred to listen to you speak. Eventually, you would come out and maybe tell him yourself.

“You’re so big now. Why did you kill them?” You asked quietly. This made the Darkin scrunch his nose up in disgust. He refused to voice the reason why. He didn’t want it to sound like he missed you or that he was worried. “And why did you destroy this camp of refugees?”

You got a good look at him. His face was unchanging from the scowl that showed his sharp teeth. His face always seemed to be like this.

“Why did you come after me?”

You felt the sway of Aatrox’s walking come to a halt.

“Shut up, woman. You may be a god but you are a fool.” He grumbled, refusing to make any eye contact. When he hissed and said “hurtful” things, it made you wonder what his reactions would be if he were a man and not a monster. “And why are you so mean?” You added, leaning your head against his now much, much bigger one.

Aatrox didn’t answer you. He only resumed walking to a place. Wherever a place was. Your smile softened and faded a little. “Aatrox, do you dream?”

It was almost funny that you asked such a thing. He instantly thought about the nightmares he would get. (If you could even call those nightmares.)

A woman and a baby.

“I don’t sleep.” He replied, almost seemingly pretending to not pay any mind. You laughed. “I know you don’t right now but you do go dormant.”

Aatrox stayed silent.

You brought your hand up to his horn and stroked it softly. Smiling at him, patiently, you repeat yourself again. “Do you dream?”

“…Yes. I dream.” He confessed. He didn’t harbor any resentment for you in his voice, but it still rumbled and shook you to your core. “And what do you dream about?”

Aatrox explained to you that he doesn’t normally dream. He didn’t believe it was possible in his current state, but he did it. The Darkin nonchalantly recited what he remembered from his slumber.

The woods. The cottage. The baby.

Blood. Screaming. Fear.

As Aatrox went on, keywords began to stand out to you. Your once cheerful face contorted. Your eyebrows knitted together and your perma-smile erased itself from existence. Now replaced with a cold line.

You didn’t realize that you began talking over him when you finally spoke. “Why would you dream of this? How could you see such things?”

Aatrox noticed that your tone of voice changed. You didn’t sound like the version of yourself you always presented to him. You sounded…sad.

“What is it?” The Darkin barked at you impatiently. Your mouth remained shut. You refused to elaborate. It was too much pain to say and obvious if he just thought a little harder about it. You removed your hand from his horn, earning a grunt from him.

“There was a time long ago when I attempted to have a family.” You explained, your tone low and you talked slowly. You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself for him. “But Death can not create life. My domestic life didn’t last.”

Ah. Things finally made sense to him.

Aatrox was intelligent enough. He could understand the implications regardless of his situation. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why. Why could he see this? He knew he should have held his tongue but he couldn’t stop himself from finally asking something.

“Why was your child slaughtered?” His tone of voice sounded insensitive. If he were a man he would easily be slapped across his face by such disrespect. You were the only person in the world who could never be offended by Aatrox.

“I’d have to start from the beginning.” You choked out. “I didn’t have a mother or father. I was just…born like this. I was idle for thousands of years after I was created. I couldn’t move, see or think.” Your experiences almost sounded similar to Aatrox’s imprisonment. “Then this world was created. I could suddenly feel everything. The noise of creation was louder than anything I’ve ever heard.” You sighed, before looking up at the sky. It was a full grey as clouds formed, it would begin to storm soon. “And I fell in love with it.”

“You fell in love with such a worthless floating rock?”

His words didn’t wound you but they did displace your mood. You narrowed your eyes at him, pitying him for having such a mortal view of the world. Perhaps, this was his way of taking his anger out at you for disappearing. Either way, it was not justified.

“I did. Mortals find it hard to comprehend but I will be patient with you. I had a husband, who I loved very much.” You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that time so long ago. Aatrox’s eyes narrowed at the thought of you being married to someone else. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“I…I can’t remember what he looked like.” You smiled sadly. “It was many lifetimes ago. I told myself that I wouldn’t love anyone else.”

You hadn’t heard any feedback from Aatrox. He was truly a good listener but this time you felt like he wasn’t listening to you.

“What? Are you jealous?” You teased him, leaning over to try to get a look at his face. “Why are you speaking?” He growled at you in a low tone. You rolled your eyes. “Do you even know what I said?” You reached down and tried your best to show affection. He would always melt at affection. But he was too big. You sat on his shoulder like a nest as he carried you.

From that moment forward, you spent a great deal with Aatrox again. You hadn’t mentioned anything else about your attempt to live as a human. The mortal side of him couldn’t help but wonder more. Were you happy at all? What if your child lived? He even tried to imagine what your life was like. If he were still a man, would you have been interested in him? Would you be impressed by his Ascendant form, a time before he was a Darkin?

“Aatrox.”

He tried to imagine your voice as you would greet him after a long time of being away. The desperate thought of you waiting for him to return home like a wife would for her husband. Aatrox couldn’t imagine you without anyone else but him. His imagination filled in the blanks, replacing any instance of another partner with himself. If he could, he would give you another child.

These feelings only strengthened when the effect of his killings wore off. He was small enough for you to be more affectionate, as you would put it. When you teased him, you would cup his cheeks. When he would snap at you and look away, you would remain happy with him. Still smiling and redirecting his gaze back at you. You would tell him stories of the warriors you’ve met. You would make your jokes about how their strength was nothing compared to his. Your beauty was ageless. Your personality was nothing that he had expected from a Goddess of an act as grim as death.

You had been admiring the wings of your Darkin suitor when something changed inside of him.

“I’ve never met a creature born on this planet with wings so beautiful.” They were outstretched and it was like you could see the stars. “It’s almost like-“

You reached out to touch them once again when the bigger creature had grabbed your wrist. It was firm but nothing like the violence you endured when you first crossed paths.

“What is your name?” He questioned. It wasn’t polite but he didn’t growl or bare his sharp teeth at you. You liked when he spoke like this. You could really enjoy his accent. “My name is Death-“

Aatrox yanked you forward by your arm, causing your bodies to meet. He held you close and wouldn’t let you go.

“Your name is not Death. I am Death. You are just a woman. Tell me your name.” He commanded, not at all realizing what he was doing. This wasn’t like him. Not one bit. You placed your hand on your face and shied away. He was so emotionally stunted by his situation. You pitied him sometimes.

“My name is (y/n).”

Aatrox didn’t expect you to actually answer when he asked. He believed you would say something cryptic or flirty.

“What will you do after I die, (y/n)?” He said your name with such venom. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hated you. You placed your free hand on his face. It was stiff and hot like fire. He was angry.

“I will mourn you every year.”

Mourn him? He would never see you again!

“So you will take my soul and put it in your pocket like all the other trash you collect?” You felt him squeeze your wrist more with every word. “Aatrox…” You frowned at his bitterness. There was nothing you could say that would please him. “What do you want me to say?”

Aatrox didn’t reply. He gritted his teeth, unable to hide how monstrous he had become. You tried to pull your wrist away but he continued to hold onto it with you leaning against him for support. He hesitantly raised your wrist to his face, making you place your other hand on his cheek.

You were so used to him pushing you away and hating your gentle touch. “Aatrox?”

The Ascendant-turned-Darkin had been around for nearly 6000 years. He experienced the same careless cycle of inflicting death but never being able to be killed. You made things bearable. Even when trapped in a sword, he didn’t completely hate everything.

“Stop speaking.”

Next part will probably be a smut 🥹❤️ Stay tuned for that.

#aatrox x reader #aatrox #league of legends #aatrox league of legends #lol #aatrox lol #lol imagines #league of legends imagines #league of legends headcanons #aatrox headcanons #aatrox imagines #female reader #demon reader #aatrox fanfiction #Aatrox Can Not Accept Death #Death is a Woman #[💌] request

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clavelthecupid · 2 years

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Hi! I just noticed you blog opened! Welcome to tumblr's community if you're new here :)

I wanted to know if you could write headcanon of kayn (in mainverse) with zed's daughter since basically kayn was raised with her as he was raised by zed!

You can make it sfw or nsfw, let your imagination run wild I trust you!

As long as it's a kayn x reader (like they're a couple)

Have a nice day!!

Hello kind anon! Thank you very much. I hope your day is going great!

Kayn x Reader as Zed's daughter (SFW VERSION) ✦ As much as Kayn can remember, your relationship started with some kind of friendly rivalry, the kind each other would compete to get Zed's attention. ✦ You two always got yourselves in trouble, too prideful and excited to prove one another who was the best child. ✦ Eventually the playfulness developed to something more serious as both of you aged, Kayn being the one who fell first. ✦ Kayn always liked to be the center of attention, specially when it meant showing off his amazing skills in any possible thing, but now he was even more determined to not only get Zed's attention, but also have your gaze fixated on him. ✦ You need to bring him back to his best senses, or else he'd end up breaking something! ✦ When you reciprocated his feelings, it felt like a nice surprise to get to know his romantic, yet inexperienced side. ✦ It felt like your friendship only got stronger; despite his teasing and confident self, you found you just how much of a caring man he could be, sometimes being a bit overprotective of you. ✦ He's not the cliche kind of romantic man, but he's very attentive of you and your needs, and the perfect date with him is the simplicity of you two staring down at nature while clinging to each other, talking about everything or nothing in particular. ✦ Of course, he loves to show you off to everyone, praising you as the best and most gorgeous person to ever happen to him, loving the idea of making everyone else jealous. ✦ Honestly, Zed was a bit upset with the upbringing of your relationship, knowing very well of the things you two used to do when younger. Fortunately, his worries washed away when he noticed how much you two grew up with each other, slowly maturing. It was nice to see both the children he raised being finally happy and experiencing love, anyway. Kayn x Reader as Zed's daughter (NSFW VERSION)

✦ Honestly, kayn loves the adrenaline of taking risks. The moments he chose to be horny and drag you away with him were always moments where a chance to get caught up was present. ✦ In the middle of training, during a social event, moments where people were chilling outside, all of it. ✦ He loves to see you struggle with your voice and your ability to keep still. He specially loves to shut you up while slamming himself into you to see just how far you can endure it. ✦ He's very kinky and loves to play around the dominant/submissive concept, being down to roleplay, even. ✦ He prefers to be the dominant one, indulging in bites, spanks and scratches; seeing your body marked down as only his is like bliss. ✦ He won't admit it though, but he adores it when you take hold of the situation, dragging him around and making him beg for his pleasure. ✦ Don't get fooled though! What's the fun on the games if it's easy? He's a bratty sub and won't make things nice for you. ✦ Kayn is hesitant in very few things regarding the bedroom, eager to experience everything at least once.

#league of legends #lol scenarios #lol imagines #shieda kayn #kayn lol #zed #zed lol #zed league of legends #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #kayn shieda

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reasonsforhope · 22 days

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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

#obligatory disclaimer that this really really obviously is not universal #I do live in a major progressive city #there's definitely a level of a liberal bubble effect here #but it's still really powerful to see it #because even in a major liberal enclave there were so many limits on the gender roles and homophobia etc. etc. fronts #and also the limits of the oppressive weight of obligatory teen apathy lol #seriously go gen z. so glad you guys decided cringe is dead. I love you for that so much #and I love it for you #not news #life #hope #homophobia #sexism #teens #teenagers #progress #gen z #btw if it wasn't clear I'm a #millennial #plush toy #plushie #squishmallows #build a bear #stuffed animal #like the idea of almost any teenager much less teenage boys #saying IN FRONT OF THEIR PEERS #that they are excited about their STUFFED ANIMALS #when I was a teenager #?????#cannot imagine that ever happening.

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elizaisdunn · 6 months

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how I imagine Grian telling the gang it’s time for a new season

#eliza draws #life series #secret life #double life #limited life #last life #third life #grian #meme format #life series cast #all of them #this is not indicative of how I imagine everyone heights I was just putting people where they would fit lol #originally posted to my private twitter but the more I look at it the funnier I think it is #so i’m sharing it with the masses #I hope u like it :)

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lilislegacy · 22 days

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random camper: i- i think i might be in love with percy jackson

nico:

rachel:

calypso:

reyna:

random camper: any thoughts?

nico: and prayers. you’re going to need them

rachel, calypso, and reyna: *solemnly nodding*

#they would know #other random camper walking by: welcome to the club!#imagine annabeth chase being your competition #LOL #nobody else stands a chance #percy jackson #percabeth #nico di angelo #calypso #reyna ramirez arellano #rachel elizabeth dare #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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sleepis4theweak · 2 months

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Apparently when my younger brother was just born my mom found him napping with his blanket fully covering him, and she pulled back the sheet (worried he couldn't breathe or something) to find him fully awake staring at her. It scared the shit out of her and she still talks about it to this day lmao

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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The first time you try to make a baby with Nanami, he genuinely does try his best not to go absolutely feral on you. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re provoking him, moaning the nastiest filth you can muster in his ears. Breed this tight pussy. Empty your balls inside me. Knock me the fuck up, daddy.

He’s pumping his thick cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, mounting you with your knees towards your chest, body folded in half. Sweat drips from his nose, feverishly fucking you with the wildest expression you’ve ever seen on him, determined to make you a mother. He pounds your fertile womb until it’s flooded with his seed, and there’s not a single drop left in his body to give to you. And when you’re spent beyond belief, his cum gushing from your little slit, he scoops it with his fingers only to pump it back inside you, thumb caressing your swollen clit to give you yet another orgasm.

It’s not enough to breed you. He needs you to enjoy it, become addicted to it. Have you begging to be filled to the brim every single time you fuck, even if you’re not ovulating. Because Nanami loves giving you his cream pies. Nothing makes him happier knowing you’re stuffed full of him.

#tw daddy kink #tw breeding kink #nanami smut #nanami drabble #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #kento nanami smut #jjk smu #jujutsu kaisen smut #ovulating this week so of course I'm thinking about nanami breeding me LOL #nanami imagine #jjk nanami

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carlyraejepsans · 7 months

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sleebover

#undertale #sans #papyrus #undyne #frisk #myart #i was gonna doodle a thing with undyne going HELL YEAH and trying to take off her pants too but it looked ugly so nvm lol #imagine it. i your mind's eye #ponder this visage #well? are you pondering?

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athenaschild5 · 1 year

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when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:

writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type

writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type

#yea that’s what happens when i imagine it lol #writing #fanfic #fanfic writing #authors #fanfic authors #ao3 stuff

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renata-dp · 2 months

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Since I've seen it I couldn't stop thinking about it (please don't kill me x,,d)

Ironically I think Doofenshmirtz and Perry's dynamic kinda could work with Mike and William

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clavelthecupid · 2 years

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Hi! Welcome to Tumblr! Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader? Thank you very much and keep up the good work!

Aaaah I hope you don't mind the extra "reader being a badass and kicking Viego's ass" spice I put there! Viego x Ice Queen!Reader You had envisioned the perfect, effortless trap.

It was during an ambush that you discovered that your icy powers could actually stop them: watching in wonder while the ghoulish creatures exploded within their ice domes, shards flying everywhere, leaving no trace of their existence.

You had collected everything you knew about the Black Mist and that Viego prince. Making notes about the routes he made and the way he acted; it was common knowledge he was looting after some kind of special artifacts not even him knew for sure whatever it was, and as a consequence, he would come to confront whoever was the authority around about it. Maybe his eagerness and impulsiveness would get the best of him, after all.

Sitting alone at the mighty throne disposed in the middle of the decorated hall, you gazed down at the giant oak doors, the marble walls colder as you ever imagined they could get. You had ordered one week before that the city should be evacuated as fast as possible, so Viego and his green, screeching shadow ghouls would be met with a silent, cold and unviting Kingdom.

With the imminence of the Mist slowly engulfing the carpeted floor you preened yourself, hands resting on each arms of the throne, chin up, with a cold, determined stare watching down with disdaim as a tall figure dramatically shaped itself between the mist.

“King Viego. I’m afraid you have come here for nothing. I don’t have what you seek”, you remained unfazed with his abrupt approach, having the audacity to pull your necklace closer to him, the emerald-painted fire on his eyes burning with a cold fury.

“Do not dare to deny me what I seek, lowly witch. You are nothing but a unworthy pebble on my holy odyssey to bring the love of my life back.”

No matter how much the man before you tried to mock you, pull you down. You were no showcase queen; you were a fierce leader, responsible for the rising of that piece of land back to the maps of merchandise, bringing back the hope for a stable and fertile economy. You had great pland for that small Kingdom, and going down in history as just another land overtakem by the Black Mist monstrosities was definitely not one of them.

You were about to confront him, when you noticed the small Crystal that adorned your family crest necklace shimmering in a soft blue light, answering to Viego’s touch. Well, that sure was concerning; feeling your heart race from the revelation, you took advantage at Viego’s awestruck moment to send a gust of ice against his chest, shards building about his torso up his neck and down his arms. Taken aback from your sudden retalation, Viego let his sides open for long enough for you to react and kick him away from you.

You watched as Viego contorted between the insistent ice, drawing crystal blue veins over his armor and pale skin, slowly joining like a starry sky, the shards stopping inches away from overtaking Viego’s face – the fury of one hundred gods plastered all over his lines and eyes, enough to make you believe he would eventually melt himself from the ice dome. Still, the contrast between the resplendense of the ice and the torment of a spoiled prince was a true work of art, beauty unparelled to any sculpture or frame you have erver laid your eyes upon.

You caught yourself walking down to the tormented, half-frozen sculpture with wonder, too focused on the way the small snowflakes melted on his cheeks, leaving small, brief sparkles on the pale skin to even notice the curses and profanities Viego was shouting at you.

Never have you ever thought your magic would be capable of creating something so wonderful.

“Not so tough now without the aid of your creeplings, it seems...”, you coo at him in a mocking tone, a finger gently brushing against one of his frozen hair strands, earning a growl from him.

You knew your magic wouldn’t be enough to restrain him for too long, however, it would be enough for now. In the end, you could Always use some fun on those cold halls to brighten up your future. The small crystal on your necklace was the assurance that Viego was wrapped around your finger.

#league of legends #league of legends imagines #lol imagines #lol scenarios #viego the ruined king #viego league of legends #viego lol #viego of camavor #legends of runeterra #viego

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