#ambessa medarda blurb

[lorasdolly]

Ambessa Medarda x wife reader smut

𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

Ambessa's hand cradled your face, her strap deep inside as she kissed your face and down to your jawline.

Her thrusts were deep, rough, asserting the default dominance she had over you.

Her other hand held both of yours above your head, gently caressing your ring as she moved inside you.

Your body squirmed in response to her rough movements, the slight bulge in your belly, the gentleness and firmness behind it everything she did.

The squelching noises, moans, and praises echoed in the room. "There, child, taking me so good," Ambessa whispered in your ear, leaving a hickey right beneath it.

Your back arched off the bed, hips rolling back against her, receiving a chuckle from her. "Patience, dearest." She'd lecture, slowly increasing her pace.

She tried to show restraint in her thrusts, but the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation for her made it all disappear. She pumped in and out of you, taking in all the pretty moans leaving your plump lips.

"God, so messy, is this all you know to do, dear?" She whispered again, words raspy and hips stuttering.

"Hng— 'Bessa, so close—" You whimpered, your teeth sinking into her shoulder, chest to chest. Her pace increased, thrusts still sloppy with how the harness bumped at Ambessa's clit.

You came undone, your orgasm crashing into you, tears welling at your waterline. Her hand restraining yours came to move against your clit, helping you ride your high.

Your hands instantly wrapped around her larger frame, scratching at her back, rocking your hips slightly as the high left.

"Did so," her words drawled, kissing your neck and chest softly, "So good, dear."

[bootycallin]

thinking bout how the arcane women kiss… ‹𝟹 ft; vi, caitlyn, sevika, jinx, mel. ⋮ cw: wlw/men dni. little suggestive ig but ultimately sfw. brief mentions of blood. honestly there’s not a lot else. spit? idk

𑁤 vi's kisses were much rougher when she’s right out of prison. final vi is gentler. except, vi is still violet in her essence. her kisses may be a little slower and last longer, but there’s a constant undercurrent of need that she can’t (and doesn’t try to) hide. her lips aren’t the only thing kissing you, as her hands roam in a reverent way such that it feels like her fingertips kiss your body.

𑁤 caitlyn's kisses are brief, but meaningful. it’s not that she doesn’t want to kiss you. she would spend her life with her lips locked on yours if she could. the thing is, she’s a busy woman. even when receding from the role of general and giving her spot on the council to someone else, she’s still the sheriff, and she has the schedule of one. but, her kisses do enough as to remind you that you’re always occupying the forefront of her mind, taking any leftover thoughts she may have while working. she kisses passionate, but has to pull away just as quick, a promise she’ll be back for more when she can.

𑁤 sevika’s kisses are possessive—and very. she kisses like she wants to swallow you whole, or like she wants you to swallow her. she’s quick to slip her tongue into your mouth and down your throat. when you pull away, she bites your lips, tugging hard enough to make you think she’s gonna draw blood. she never does, but she leaves enough of a mark with your lips swollen and red, marking you as hers.

𑁤 jinx is as chaotic with you as she is with her bombs. what else did you expect? she is jinx, after all. she just barely can touch your lips. her kisses are all tongue and teeth and spit. she bites and she growls like a dog, slobbers over you cause she can’t help herself, bites your lip so hard she can taste your blood. if sevika seems like she wants to swallow you, jinx makes it very clear. she’s not like this only when she’s kissing your mouth, she’s like this kissing anywhere—licks up your neck, bites your cheeks, anywhere she can reach. she wants to taste you—all of you.

𑁤 mel is an orderly woman. much like caitlyn, she really doesn’t have a lot of time. unfortunately. she’s dealt with enough. she usually isn’t the one initiating intimacy, so you have to kiss first. mel’s kisses are slow, gentle, but reverent. nearly worshipful. you’re her one safe haven, her safety net, her calm after the storm, and she treats you like so; one hand tangling into the back of your head, threading fingers through hair, keeping you close. one thing about mel is that when she starts, she can’t really stop. she wants to keep going and going and going. but ultimately, you pull away, and she’s left with a little smile, as if saying you caught me. you know, and she knows you know, you’re her true treasure.

.ᐟ.ᐟ honorable mention:

𑁤 ambessa isn’t much of a kisser. she’s a medarda, a noxian most of all. she’s not known to be gentle, not by anybody, and not by you. ambessa kisses the way she fights. she takes, and that’s all she does. tongue down your throat, just barely giving you time to realize she’s kissing you. her kisses are brief, but enough to leave you breathless and gasping. her kisses are never expected, and that’s how she likes it; she likes leaving you breathless, surprised, and probably a little needy—she’s confident in her abilities.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[acidblum]

ambessa is def into bdsm…. MDNI 18+

i’d say she is into it but with a printed do’s and don’t’s contract and some solid boundaries as the woman is very well known to lose it while fucking. you’ve met at a bdsm club where she’s one of the elite’s.

she’s the type to send a drink your way with her number etched on an attached maroon red business card, you’d soon learn that she loves the color forming as she’s flagging your body with an open mouth gag tightened around your face. relishing in the way you’re drooling, stripped bare of any control in her red walls padded room.

and she’s sooo into the level of desperation she can make you reach for her, when you’re taking pictures of your wet, sticky panties and sending them to her. and you’re well aware that she’s the ceo of a big company whom cannot reach you quick enough to take you and she fucking loves it, something to hold against you and accuse you of trying to sabotage her next time y'all meet and fuck you with her biggest strap as a punishment?? heck yeah.

did i say i need her to maul my body and kill me and use my blood as wine and eat my fucking flesh??? well now you know…

© acidblum.

[l0akkzz]

— the masterlist

HOCKEY

OO1: dna guarantee. ( q. hughes )

OO2:

OO3:

ARCANE

OO1: fill the void. ( s1!silco )

OO2: tongues & teeth. ( young!vander )

OO3: you know you like it. ( pitfighter!vi )

OO4: role model. ( s1!jaycetalis )

OO5: dance, dance. ( au!jaycetalis )

OO6: been like this. ( s1!viktor )

OO7: close. ( s1!sevika )

MARVEL

OO1:

OO2:

OO3:

DC!WAYNE FAMILY

OO1:

OO2:

OO3:

SILENT HILL

OO1:

OO2:

OO3:

⋆·˚ ༘ * to be continued

[vikasmama]

𖦹₊⊹ ARCANE

── vi.

works!

helping pitfighter! vi feel better — vi loses a fight and needs to let off some steam.

vi’s super sensitive — she gets worked up very easily.

drabbles/blurbs!

riding your strap

her nipple piercings

── sevika.

works!

coming soon…

drabbles/blurbs!

getting high w her

being passed around + melvika

sloppy makeout

── caitlyn kiramman.

works!

being caitlyn’s dumb office pet — cait teaches you a lesson in patience after distracting her from work.

drabbles/blurbs!

mean!caitlyn + hickeys

── mel medarda.

works!

coming soon…

drabbles/blurbs!

being passed around + melvika

── ambessa medarda.

works!

coming soon…

drabbles/blurbs!

professor ambessa

riding her fingers

⋆౨ৎ ₊THE LAST OF US

── abby anderson.

works!

coming soon…

drabbles/blurbs!

subtle dumbification w abby

abby guiding your vibe

── ellie williams.

works!

coming soon…

drabbles/blurbs!

coming soon…

[korrahegao]

Mel Medarda is Kayle

Edit: This post does NOT contain spoilers or leaks for Arcane Season 2 Act 3. These are all just theories I have in regards to the season thus far.

The season finale is almost upon us, so this is my last chance to get this out. Allow me to explain:

When we last saw Mel, she had been captured by the Order of the Black Rose. While Arcane hasn't expounded much on this organization, we hear the voice tormenting her in her captivity call her: "Sister." I believe this is the voice of Morgana. More specifically, Blackthorn Morgana.

This Morgana skin shares so many design themes and even the color pallet of the thorny vines and spiked chains and even the rosebud motif of the Oculorum. Not to mention the obvious relation between Roses and Thorns (Black Rose and Blackthorn). Even her League of Legend Abilities; Dark Binding, Tormented Shadow, and Soul Shackles are comparable to their in game VFX.

Which brings us to Kayle. In the League of Legends lore, Kayle and Morgana are sisters with an animosity toward one another. Using this as a basis without diving into the deep lore, there are many aspects about Mel Medarda which lend some explanation to the events of Arcane.

At first glance, one can see the similarities in Mel's attire and that of Silver Kayle.

Moreover, Mel Medarda sports Golden filagree along her back and shoulders. These appear to accentuate (or perhaps inhibit) where Kayle's wings and pauldrons would be. Perhaps they are not merely decorative, but serve a deeper purpose.

As many who play LoL know, Kayle's Ultimate is Divine Judgement. Kayle protects herself or an ally granting them invulnerability before exploding in a luminous blast of holy fire.

Furthermore, In S2E1 when Jayce is explaining to Mel how he is trying to save Viktor, Jayce states:

"It should be me up there, instead of him. I still don't understand. He was right next to me. How does the explosion do that to him, and I just walk out without a scratch?!"

And perhaps more importantly, in S1E9, in the final scene, Mel Medarda is the one nearest to the window that Jinx's Super Mega Death Rocket shatters. Mel was in fact the one nearest to the epicenter of the Blast! But the penultimate image we see in Season one is... her golden filagree gleaming!

She and Jayce were unscathed because, perhaps subliminally or subconsciously, she was able to save herself and Jayce, the ally nearest to her, with her Divine Judgement. Councilor Salo lost his legs, and the other Councilwoman received scarring near her eye. And yet, Mel and Jayce were unharmed!

Lastly, the League of Legends wiki is undergoing an overhaul as Riot continues to implement the notion that "Everything is canon." There is a blurb on her wiki which reads:

This explanation is inline with Mel Medarda casting aside her humanity as pictured in the last scene we saw her in (S2E5) thus far. Historically, Kayle had been interpreted as an angelic figure. But the continually evolving lore of League of Legends eventually let to the implementation of her humanity. Further, the line about "her mother's mantle as the divine Aspect of Justice" does have a slight connotation toward Ambessa. At the end of S2E3, when endowing Caitlyn to her elevated position, she states:

"Your mother will have Justice. I swear it."

While this began as a gut reaction to Season 2 Episode 5, the more I delved into it, the more it grew into a coherent working theory. Now, I have no idea how the end of Arcane is going to play out, but there is an abundance of evidence here, and I actually am hoping this is the outcome!

Did I leave anything out? Anything to further prove this theory? Let me know! And thanks for reading!

[odettesoddities]

MASTERLIST ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

TLOU 🏹🌿

~ ELLIE WILLIAMS

BOTS

~ you bump into ellie at a bookstore

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

rockstar!ellie (sfw + nsfw)

~ ABBY ANDERSON

BOTS

coming soon...

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

biker!abby (sfw + nsfw)

ARCANE 🥊🧁

~ VI

BOTS

~ you tutor her

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

vi x chubby reader (sfw) vi x flat-chested reader (sfw + nsfw)

~ JINX

BOTS

~ she wakes you up in the middle of the night she's your court jester

FICS/ONESHOT

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

~ CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

BOTS

~ arranged marriage you're her witchy girlfriend

FICS/ONESHOTS

~ flat as a knife

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

~ AMBESSA MEDARDA

BOTS

~ you're mel's shy little assistant

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

~ SEVIKA

BOTS

coming soon...

FICS/ONESHOTS

the captain's whore (smut)

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

pirate!sevika (sfw + nsfw) sevika x chubby reader (sfw + a tiny bit of nsfw)

~ MISCELLANEOUS

arcane women as bouquets 1 arcane women as bouquets 2 arcane women as bouquets 3

RESIDENT EVIL 🧟🩸

~ DONNA BENEVIENTO

BOTS

~ you're her maid

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

~ MOTHER MIRANDA

BOTS

~ you're her lab assistant

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

LIFE IS STRANGE 🦋📷.*

~ CHLOE PRICE

BOTS

~ you help her babysit her little brother

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

STRANGER THINGS 🔦⋆₊˚

~ ROBIN BUCKLEY

BOTS

~ deceptacon

FICS/ONESHOTS

coming soon...

RANTS/DRABBLES/BLURBS

coming soon...

HEADCANONS

coming soon...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 more characters will be added when i write for them- request anyone you like from what i've specified on my rules !!

[lorasdolly]

wife ambessa medarda x reader dacryphilia overstim? :3

𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

────୨ৎ────

𝗖𝗪: 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺, 𝗲𝘁𝗰

Ambessa entered the room slowly, opening a creak to watch as you squirmed, a vibrator placed inside your panties, nearing your third orgasm.

She had left you there to supposedly grab water, tears streaming down your face, a whimpering mess. Ambessa chuckled softly, cooing soft words as she approaches you.

"Awh, dearest," She begins, noticing how you didn't attempt to remove the vib. Her hand reaches to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, observing how you squirmed beneath her. "So good, dear, didn't even think of not being good, hm?"

You nodded, arms instantly coming to hold her against you. "Too much— 'Bessa please!" You whined, voice cracking. "How many have you given me, dear?" She asked softly, gathering you in her lap, the friction applying more pressure on the vibrator and you.

"Three— three, 'Bessa, need you, please," Your words were nearly incoherent babbles, your manicured nails digging into her shoulders with desperatation.

Ambessa had a smirk on her face, wiping all your tear, "I think you could take a few more? No?" She watched as the streams of tears increased, your back arching off of her,

Her lips kiss and lick the tears from your cheek, humming at the salty taste. "You know, these tears aren't convincing me otherwise." You whined, shaking your head desperately.

"You look... incredibly pathetic, dearest." She spoke lovingly yet her tone was condescending. "Crying, cumming, you name it." She reached for the waistband of your panties, her hand slipping under it.

You imagined she decided to finally give you some relief, take care of you herself, but instead she presses the intensity higher. A choked sob comes from your throat, moaning and whimpering at the sensation.

"There we go.." She gently grabbed your chin to stare at every little reaction you gave her. Your little bounces on her lap, the nearly fifth orgasm finding you.

"Stop— need you, instead, please—" your begging nearly fell on deaf ears, but she sighed softly, still some kindness within her heart for her wife. She allowed you to orgasm once again and then removed the vibrator before you could even ride the high, watching as your sopping hole clenched around nothing and your thighs tried to shut.

"Want 'Bessa to fuck you instead?" She teased, treating you like a clueless child instead of the adult you are. Her hand caresses your cheek softly, cooing and awh-ing. "You'd prefer 'Bessa to make you senseless rather than an unnecessary vibrator?"

You were too far gone to realize the mockery behind her words, truly and thoughtlessly nodding your head frantically. You rambled, "Yes— yes please, 'Bessa, need it," Your words and tears were nearly never ending till she cut you off with her lips.

They crashed onto yours, licking your lips so you'd part them. After a minute of her tongue exploring your mouth, she pulled away with a string of saliva.

Her arms wrap around your waist and lay you down on the bed. Her lips kiss on your navel, then down to your hips. Her teeth tugged on the hem of the panties, letting your hands wander to her hair and softly tug.

"Let me reward my wife for being so good," She mumbled against your pelvis, her teeth beginning to tug the panties down. You nodded in agreement, eyebrows knitting together. (quick fourth wall breaking, i was imagining this; 😣)

Her hands then slipped them off your ankles, kissing your wet cunt softly. The pecks turned into open-mouthed, sloppy kisses, her tongue slathered on your folds.

She inserts one thick middle finger into you, groaning at how wet you were, sending a shiver through your core. She curls it into your velvety walls, your noises encouraging her to suckle on your clit.

Her movements were calculated instead of messy, staring up at you through her lashes so she could watch the salty tears stream down your face. She watched as your lips parted, a sentence at the tip of your tongue but too lost in the sensations to get your words across.

She chuckled against your cunt, her pace increasing and inserting another finger. She pumped them in and out, angling them into your g-spot.

Your back arched off the bed, moans and squelches bouncing off the walls. Your hips bucked against her hair and your hands tugged at her hair. You were practically using her to make yourself feel good, your thighs crushing her face between them. She felt as if it was deserved after taking everything previous so good.

An orgasm crashed against you, squirting on her face and fingers. She removed her mouth, her fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you to ride your high.

Your thighs shut on their own instantly, too overstimulated at the moment. "Isn't 'Bessa so good to you? Making you cum all over her face?" You nod shakily, her hand coming to grab your jaw and redirect your gaze onto her. "Use your words, dear, you're lucky I don't punish you for being so selfish," She spoke tenderly but the words had a different connotation.

You'd nod, "Yes— 'Bessa made me feel so good, like always," Your arms wrapped around her neck, skin-to-skin contact. Her glare softens, a huff leaving her lips as she returns the embrace.

She nibbles on your neck, "Love you, dear, quite a lot."

[lorasdolly]

Thought of some fluff with Ambessa.

Ambessa with a reader who never learned how to care for their curly hair properly. Their hair is similar but due to circumstances, reader just never learned how to manage/properly care for their curls and it shows.

— 🦌

𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠/ 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊

Ambessa's hands engrossed you in the bath, her legs spread as you sat inbetween them. Your back was up against her chest, both nude but in the hot water. Your eyes fluttered clothes as her hands massaged your scalp, bubbling up with the shampoo she used.

You hummed, feeling her broad figure behind yours. Ambessa had recently commented on your hair, wondering why she'd never seen you take care of it.

Your first response was to whine and complain about her bluntness, but she didn't give you a chance to before she was dragging you into a bath.

It wasn't the worst thing, she started whispering sweet things in you ear as she washed your hair. She took the shower head, gently rinsing the shampoo off and kissing the top of your head.

She repeated that once again, then lathered your hair in conditioner, only using her own products on your hair. "You didn't have to do this, 'Bessa." You said gently, leaning into her touch.

"And why not? Aren't I allowed to care for you?" She spoke, not paying much mind to your words. Her hands worked magic, nearly falling asleep in her arms.

"It's embarrassing," She scoffed at your words, grabbing your chin gently to turn your face, both of your eyes meeting. "It's embarrassing that you had to call me out on something like this."

Her thumb traced small circles on the side of your chin, "You need not to be ashamed. That's why I'm here." She reassured. Her hand let go of your chin, moving to rinse the conditioner too.

You shift awkwardly once the water pressure is turned off and she drains the bath, wrapping you in a towel and then herself. "Have you ever used any creams on your hair, dear?" She asked, using a smaller towel to dry you hair a tad bit.

"I— I've tried but they don't work." She chuckles softly, grabbing a few things and setting them down on the sink. Her hands wrap around you, moving to your under thighs. "Around me, dearest."

Your arms go around her neck, soon hoisted up by her onto the other side of the sink. She detangles it in sections, cooing softly in your ear.

She gets a generous amount of cream, apply it in the same sections tenderly. She notices the way you drift off, staring into her eyes without any focus. "Are you going to learn or will I be having to do it for you every time?" She says playfully.

You snap out of the trance, focusing on her movements. "Perhaps." You say, eyes flickering.

"Perhaps, what, dear? Perhaps I'll do this each time?" She questions, washing her hands in the sink, both of you still in your towels, yours slightly coming off.

She kisses your forehead, "Do you want it to air dry, dear?" Her voice is mellow against your forehead, her hands adjusting the towel.

You nod softly, wrapping your arms around her so she could hoist you up again into her arms, "Can we watch a movie, 'Bessa?"

She chuckles throatily, quickly thinking about how her routines have changed since she's been with you, accommodating her life to yours. "Alright."

(𝗔-𝗡 ; 𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 😩 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲)

[lorasdolly]

Would it be ok to ask, um, to requeest a Ambessa x reader where they are pretty much like Pearl from Steven universe? personality and backstory wise

Neat and tidy, incredible fighter and defended the earth on a global scale, helped their former love fake their death to escape their toxic parents only to lose them after they had a child-

if not, thats ok. if so, thanks! have a good night/day!

𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ambessa started to see you as a liability, especially since she became more active in the war and got pregnant. It was nearly unimaginable to you; you had thought that the sacrifices you made for her would be enough to keep her by your side forever.

The last time you saw her, the words she spoke were earth-shattering. “You put a burden on my shoulders and target on your own back, all you’ll be is someone for my enemies to use against me.”

She said that coldly, no remorse in the words she had spoken. She turned her back on you without looking. Years later, you were in your estate, tending to the gardens in a sundress. You had nearly forgotten about Ambessa, only nearly.

Her broad figured appeared behind you, your back turned to her. Her eyes were fixed on you and the garden, the straight lines of flowers and plants. She looks older, more weary. The years have left their mark on her, in the form of a few new scars and a weary edge to her gaze.

Seeing you there, tending to the gardens in a simple dress, is like a bittersweet punch to her chest. She had both longed for and dreaded this moment. And there you are, looking like a vision from a dream she'd dared not believe in.

Her daughter she left you for was already grown, a councilor in Piltover, and now in the miserable silence of her life, she happens to miss you.

You turned at some noise, instantly confronted with her frame, her gaze slightly admiring. But it diminished the moment your eyes met, fiddling with the glove in your hand.

You place them on the ground, steps calculated as you move towards her. "Ambessa?" The sweetness that typically coated your voice once speaking of her wasnt present, just the one of a stranger.

"You're still here." Ambessa speaks, her eyes pointing at the garden, the estate. You two were centimeters away, nearly touching yet distant.

"I've always been here." Resentment had found way into your words, yet you couldn't bring yourself to express it. "I've been here helping everybody since you left. You disappeared."

Ambessa shook her head, fists clenching at her side. "I gave my farewells, don't pretend as if I abandoned you." Her voice was firm, yet it wavered in whether she believed herself or not.

"Perhaps I regret my actions." You scoff at her words, you felt as if they were dishonest. "You regret having a child?" She shakes her head. Her hand hesitated to cradle your face, yet it lifted and did just that.

"I regret forbidding you from my life." You jerk her hand away and wrap your arms around her neck following suit. Your face hides into her neck, "You're horrible, Ambessa." You said, words muffled.

Her arms reluctantly pat your head, a soft sigh leaving her lips. Soon, her eyes caught sight of the ring decorating your finger. It was a diamond, unlikely that you got it for yourself.

Her hands removed themselves from you, "You're married." She spoke bluntly, not sugarcoating the truth she had witnessed.

"What?" You shook your head, twisting the ring on your finger. "It was a gift."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing your wrist with force to get you from your anxious behaviors. "From a lover." She emphasized and you furrow your brows.

It was true to an extent, you were getting courted, but you didn't love them. Yet it wasn't her place to dictate your love life, especially after leaving you. "Why should I be ashamed of that?" You shot back, voice still leveled.

"There's," She begun, "Nothing to be ashamed of. Yet I lack belief that you are in love." Ambessa stated, watching as you stepped further away and closer to the entrance of the estate.

"You don't get to determine my feelings." You stated, but you knew that was all she did.

"Do you love them?" She asked, her voice echoing, silence following. Ambessa stepped foward, really taking in the new aspects of your appearance, the scars on your arms from fighting.

She tugs you closer, "Do you love them?" She repeats.

At your continued silence, her lips crash into yours, gently, paying attention to your reactions. You sink into it, tongues clashing, your arms still resting at your side.

She pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips even when they aren't touching. Her hand comes to hold yours, removing the ring, feeling it in her palm.

You watched her pocket it, "You don't like diamonds."