#ambessa oneshot

[lorasdolly]

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ꜰᴇᴍ!ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴍᴇᴅᴀʀᴅᴀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ; ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴍᴇᴅᴀʀᴅᴀ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʀᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏxᴜꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ ꜱ3x, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘʀᴏꜱᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, and ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪꜱᴍ

(the smut was written with one hand, forgive me if it sucked lol)

Mothers day was a special day for every mother, they'd receive appreciative gifts and support from their kids, jewelry and bouquets from their husbands.

For Ambessa, the well known warlord of the noxian nation, it was just an ordinary day. It wasn't as if her and Mel were going to reconcile any time soon, and what was the point in celebrating an ordinary day?

Ambessa was in nothing but a maroon red robe as she sat on her balcony, gazing at the view in front of her as you, her personal servant, stood next to her, ready to tend to her.

She glanced at you for a few seconds before turning back to look at the view of her nation, clearing her throat before deciding to say something.

"It is truly a shame you do not celebrate Mother’s Day and have to be by my side instead, my dearest." Ambessa lied through her teeth, she was only curious of what your answer might be.

"I have no husband, miss medarda." you spoke smoothly, not hesitating to answer her inquiries.

Ambessa shrugged and leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her knuckles on her jaw, a habit she does quite often when she ponders about something. "You could have a boyfriend." She said bluntly.

You shake your head swiftly, pursing your lips together. You turned to the wine, refilling the glass she had waiting to be poured into.

"Happy mother's day to you anyways, miss medarda."

"Oh? How sweet of you, dear." She chuckled, glancing at you from her peripheral vision, still leaning back into her chair.

"Thank you, I suppose." She muttered, taking a few long seconds before asking another question, it piqued her curiosity.

"You are quite young, it is surprising that you are not interested in starting a potential family." She spoke, not shying away from usually personal questions.

"I busy myself with work, miss medarda," you spoke with a soft tone, an edge of indifference towards the idea.

"I don't plan on marrying a man anytime soon." you said this part more quietly, not sure if continued context was appreciated at the moment.

She chuckled a second time at the answer, it was quite amusing to her how simple and straightforward you were. "Good point. What about women, then? Any luck in that department?"

A flush appeared on your face, coughing slightly when she threw the out-of-the-blue question. "No ma'am." you said, not elaborating any more.

But she decided to dismiss the subject for now, shifting back to facing the view in front of her.

Ambessa let out a somewhat tired exhale and shifted herself a little before asking, "Could you do something for me?" 

You nodded, making eye contact with her stern gaze. You've seen her in ceremonies, she's firm with her words and actions.

You were one of the few who saw her resting, but far from vulnerable.

She stood up from her chair, still clad in nothing but her loose red robe, it exposed a good chunk of her thick muscular thighs and a little bit of cleavage too, of course. 

"Prepare a nice hot bath, will you?" Ambessa said casually before making her way inside the room, with you following behind her.

Your hands constantly rested behind your back unless you were serving her.

You entered her bathroom, it was larger than any other one in the estate. Ambessa knew the importance of relaxation, and she took it to heart.

The tub was large and deep, filled with water so hot that steam was coming off the surfaces of it. It was just how she liked it.

Ambessa was untying her robe, letting it loosen and fall carelessly to the floor, she then started walking towards the tub, letting out a satisfied sigh at the sight of it.

You've been her undressed many times, but you never failed to avert your gaze in nervousness.

She looked over at you, you seemed to be still staring at her, so she decided to be a little cheeky. "Are going to watch me in the bath the whole time?"

You took your spot behind her, a small stool for you to sit on. Carefully, your hands massaged her back, untying any knots she carried on her back. "Would you prefer of me to leave, ma'am?"

"Mhm, please do continue." She spoke, body releasing tension.

Ambessa closed her eyes, leaning back and letting out a small sigh as you started to massage her shoulders, those strong yet tired muscles. Your hands were gentle and pleasant, yet firm and efficient. 

"You do such a good job. It’s almost like you have done this a thousand times." She spoke with a pleasant tone.

"You deserve mental repose, ma'am." You spoke close to a whisper, not wanting to disrupt her peace.

"Especially on Mother's day." you added.

"You’re too sweet," She opened her eyes and glanced down at herself and then at you before smirking a little.

Her eyes were mostly focused on your hands massaging her shoulders. She was just imagining how else your hands could be used, perhaps in other kinds of massages.

Ambessa shook her head slightly as if dismissing a thought that suddenly popped into her head. 

"You surely carry the figure of a warrior, ma'am." you spoke, the praise falling off your tongue easily. It was far from a lie.

Ah, she truly adored when people praised her.

Ambessa’s smirk grew wider, her eyes still fixated on you. "You’re flattering me, little one," She said in a smooth and sultry voice, mixed with her raspy tone.

"Are you this nice and gentle to everyone you serve?" she half joked, but expected a response of some kind.

"Maybe. Perhaps far more towards you, ma'am." You had served many people from the Medarda house, even Mel Medarda at some point when she was only a child, but a sense of familiarity came from serving Ambessa.

She chuckled at your reply, taking it as an interesting answer. "And why is that? Why treat me any different, hm?"

Ambessa leaned her head back a little, giving your hands access to the base of her neck, still smirking and looking at you.

"I have served you the longest," you said, but more words rested at the tip of your tongue. You didn't allow them to slip, silently swallowing them.

Ambessa’s smirk changed into a small little smile as her gaze turned from a somewhat sultry one to a more warm one, an unexpected change, a rare one, too.

"I suppose I don’t mind your presence either, little one," She let out a deep and relaxed exhale, closing her eyes again.

"You’re actually more pleasant to be around than my own offspring at times." She spoke with a hint of bitterness in her tone now.

"I'm sure that's far from the truth, miss medarda." you said in a poor attempt at comfort.

You knew she didn't require comfort, nor pity. She was a strong woman.

"Many consider you.. Intimidating, miss medarda." you began, wishing to change the subject.

"Intimidating, huh?" Ambessa smirked again, opening her eyes and glancing at you again, now amused at your words.

"You’re not afraid, are you?" She chuckled, her gaze shifting from a more casual one to one with a slightly more suggestive look now.

"I..i don't think i have any reason to be afraid. i don't do anything to anger you, and you're a woman of reason." You spoke, a hint of tenderness behind your words.

"You wouldn't hurt me without reason." you finished.

"Correct," She spoke in her sultry tone again, still smirking

Her gaze was fixated on you again, her eyes slowly and slowly looking over you head to toe, as if she was inspecting you. Her smirk grew wider as her eyes traveled further and further down. 

"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, smart girl." She paused for a moment, still looking you over intently.

Her gaze was nearly frightening.

She looked around before continuing. "And a lovely body as well."

A gentle smile graced your face, compliments from Ambessa Medarda were unusual.

"Thank you, Miss Medarda."

Ambessa hummed to herself, seemingly pleased by your appearance and your words, but that was not the only thing that was currently pleased.

She leaned back and closed her eyes again, "Keep massaging, will you?"

Her tone was commanding and assertive, like she expected you to do without arguing.

Your hands kept skillfully massaging, digging into ever tense muscle she had.

She closed her eyes and let out another satisfied hum, enjoying your massaging skills.

Ambessa sat still for quite a while, feeling your hands on her shoulders and back, until she finally spoke once more.

"You’re skilled at this," She said, a hint of satisfaction mixed with desire in her tone. 

One of your finger tips traced over her scars, they were scattered all over her arms, back, and shoulders.

They were healed, meaning they were old enough to forget. Gently, you traced the last one and spoke. "You have a handful of scars. You've been in war quite a lot."

She opened her eyes for a moment, glancing at the many scars all over her lower arms, but not giving it too much attention, she's had them for years now after all.

Ambessa chuckled a little as you asked that question, it was such a harmless yet casual question to ask a renowned warlord.

"Most of them, yes." She replied, her tone indifferent, as if she was merely talking about the weather.

"I'm sure it's exhausting to always be carrying the pressure of being on the frontlines." You said, your massaging becoming slower and softer.

Her expression became somewhat solemn for a moment as she remembered all the battles and wars she was involved in.

There was a pang of tiredness and exhaustion within her, but she quickly dismissed it and her expression became one of indifference again. 

"It’s just part of life," She replied bluntly, like it was just a simple task, like having breakfast or taking a walk. "I was born, bred, and raised to be a warrior."

You hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not to mention something. A moment of relatability. "I have.. a couple of scars, too."

You backtracked for a moment, "Not any as brutal as yours, I'm sure."

That piqued her interest.

Ambessa lifted her head up again and moved her head to the side, looking at you, she let out a scoff and raised an eyebrow at you, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"A couple, you say?" She spoke in a slightly intrigued tone.

You remembered moments of weakness, seconds of vulnerability that have coated your identity all your life.

It's been a part of you for as long as you've known, much different than Ambessa.

"Near my thighs and belly." you clarified, clearing your throat.

She looked down at your thighs on cue as you spoke, her gaze lingering there for a few moments.

A little hum escaped her lips as she did so, but she was still somewhat interested in knowing how you received those scars, of course.

"How’d you get them?"

Ambessa spoke with an interested and curious tone, but there was a hint of playfulness in there as well. 

"I wasn't.. always a Medarda servant, ma'am." You spoke quietly, an edge of uncertainty in your voice.

Her eyebrow raised again, her interest grew even more now.

Ambessa turned her body a little to the side and leaned an elbow on the tub’s edge, looking directly at you and now giving you her undivided attention.

And she was also somewhat fixated on your thighs again, eyeing them, she was visibly somewhat distracted.

You tensed, sitting straight with your hands now resting on your lap. "I come from Zaun. Then.. the Medarda family found use for me."

"I'm eternally grateful." You spoke, gratitude coating the tip of your tongue.

Ambessa kept her eyes fixated on your thighs for a few more seconds before she shifted her gaze to your stomach instead, fabric covering the scars there too.

She let out scoff before speaking in an almost mocking tone. "Eternal gratitude to the Medarda house, you say?"

You nodded. Your eyes gazed at her features, the firmness behind them. Your eyes differed, sparks in every corner of your eyes.

She chuckled again and looked over your body, taking in the scars before returning her gaze back to your face.

"Is that so?" Ambessa smirked before shifting her body even more towards you, she leaned a little closer to you now, eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your reply. "And why is that?"

"I would have much more scars if it weren't for the Medarda house." You thought of the possibilites, where you could've been right now.

Pained in the middle of Zaun, stuck working in the same place.

She hummed, seemingly pleased with your answer. Ambessa nodded in response and continued.

"And why do you think they took you?" She inquired with an intrigued expression.

"I'm useful." You replied curtly, knowing your place, why you were there.

The clock from her bedroom ticked, and silence encircled you and Ambessa.

That answer left her somewhat unsatisfied and wanting more, she wanted to know how exactly you are of use, though it was not difficult to see that you were pretty. 

Ambessa leaned closer again, her voice lowering and becoming huskier, her smirk growing wider. “And how are you useful, hm? Do tell me."

“They say I am a good listener. And pliant.” Your voice didn't crack as you spoke, unashamed of who you were, how you were.

It got you this far.

"Pliant, hm? An obedient little thing, aren't you?" Ambessa’s tone was still lower, even, and her smirk grew wider upon hearing those adjectives, those descriptions of you. 

Her eyes flicked to your thighs again, looking over them in an almost admiring manner. Your hands covered certain scars on your lap. You felt judged, to a certain extent. Like she judged you for not disobeying, for not rebelling.

Quickly, you came to your own defense. “It makes my life easier. I know I won't be above anyone anytime soon, so why attempt?” you kept being respectful even though her gaze secretly made you feel uneasy.

That made her chuckle again, amused and intrigued at your answer.

Ambessa’s smirked widened slightly before leaning down farther, now looking down at your body sitting below her, and looking over it intently, her gaze stopping on your thighs again.  "It is wise to know your place in life," She said in a low, almost murmuring tone, like she was speaking that as a piece of advice to you.

"You know yours, don’t you?” she knew you did, but she wanted clarification. She wanted you to say it. To admit you're beneath her and all of those you served, or at least that's how you understood her question.

“Yes ma’am,” you said, not specifying what your place is. You didn't want to. "Good," She said plainly, still looking over your body.

Ambessa let one of her hands gently rest on your thigh, caressing the scars that were there and enjoying the sight of your thighs, before letting out a very satisfied hum. “I do enjoy pliant and obedient people, they really are more useful, aren’t they?”

“I’d hope so.” You said softly. You didn't deny the breadth of your subordination, how that did make you beneficial or simply convenient to keep around.

At this point, there was no denying that she was intentionally letting her hand rest on your thighs, no doubt enjoying the feeling of your skin under her finger tips. She chuckled again before speaking in a slightly more commanding tone. "Have you always been this good and useful, little one?"

Your hands rested on your lap, apprehension in every crevice of your bones. “To be truthful with you, I worked in a brothel at Zaun.” You chose not to be ashamed. “I needed to be flexible. That is where I got these scars..” Your voice had grown confident speaking about it.

Others in the Medarda house knew about your origin, but not Ambessa.

Ambessa’s hand continued to rest on your thigh, now beginning to slowly and gently caress it. She seemed somewhat surprised by hearing that you were a brothel worker, her hand stopped moving and her expression changed for a moment, seemingly somewhat disturbed and displeased.

Then a few seconds passed and her hand started moving on your thigh again and her expression became somewhat neutral again, though there was still a hint of dislike visible in her eyes.

"Hm." Ambessa hummed, her tone becoming a little more authoritative again. “And how… utilized were you in the brothel? How pliable were you?” Ambessa asked that question in a somewhat commanding and definitive tone, wanting an honest reply, she looked at you with a more grave facial expression.

“I allowed many things to happen to me.” You looked down, making direct eye contact with Ambessa. “I needed to let them do it.”

Her expression changed to one of displeasure again once you spoke. She let out a scoff and looked you over for a few more seconds, still with a slightly discontent expression. “A poor woman in need, then? A woman desperate for money to survive." Ambessa spoke with a mocking and almost condescending tone, but there was also a hint of curiosity in it as well.

“They’d pay more depending on how much I’d let them do.” You spoke softer this time, hinting at the nonexistent limit you set on your “clients.”

Your lips continued to purse, tense at the thought of how much you were sharing. That made her chuckle again, this time it wasn’t a satisfied chuckle, it was more of a sinister one. "Did they treat you cruelly, then? Were they cruel to you?" Ambessa spoke in an almost sneering tone as she looked you over again, eyeing your body and taking in your scars once more.

“Yes, Miss Medarda.” You replied firmly, not sugarcoating your experiences. You stood your ground, refusing to feel guilty for doing what was necessary to survive. At your blunt response, her expression changed yet again, a sinister smirk appearing on her face now.

Ambessa’s hand still continued to gently stroke your thigh as she spoke in a more mocking and even cruel tone, an odd excitement visible in her eyes. "And you allowed it, didn’t you, little one?”

Your thigh had goosebumps from her calloused hands running over them, trying to keep eye contact. “Yes, I did.”

Her hand suddenly stopped moving, now gripping your thigh more firmly, her nails digging into your skin a little, but not enough to break it. Ambessa’s smirk became even wider, clearly enjoying holding some power over you like this, enjoying that submission from you. 

Her tone was still mocking and cruel, even as she spoke. "How… pathetic.”

“Please excuse me if this tarnishes the perception you had of me.” you said, hoping she didn’t think any differently of you. You weren’t apologetic but craved her approval, her validation.

Her smirk slowly faded after a while when your words sunk in. Ambessa’s grip on your thigh lessened, her hand and fingers no longer digging into your skin so firmly.

“Tarnishes?” She spoke that word with a scoff and a hint of irritation in her tone.  "You think I think less of you because you were forced to do that?”

Ambessa then looked at you with a slight glare, her gaze more intense and serious now, it was as if she was trying to see right through you, reading your true thoughts. “You have mistaken what I said.” you corrected, averting your gaze this time. “I wasn’t forced to do anything.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, her glare softening slightly to one of surprise. Ambessa was taken back a little by your answer, clearly surprised by the revelation that you weren’t entirely forced to work at the brothel, that you permitted yourself to be treated like that. 

"You weren’t… forced? You… did it of your own will?" She spoke that question with an almost dumbfounded, surprised tone. “I am a desperate woman, ma’am. I walked into that brothel out of my own will.”

That realization further widened her eyes, she stared at you for a few more moments with her wide open eye, her expression now becoming a mixture of surprise and vexation, even confusion.

She had clearly underestimated exactly how desperate you were.

Ambessa leaned back slightly, her eyes now darting between your thighs and your stomach again, as if she couldn’t figure out exactly how to feel about this.  “You went in on your own? Simply to make money?"

“I was on the verge of death if I didn’t get paid-“ you quickly got defensive, hands clenching into fists at your lap. Your eyebrows furrowed, not enjoying the judgement that radiated off of her.

Her eyes widened again after hearing that.  Ambessa was taken back again, and surprised once more, but more than that, she was… pitying you.

The powerful, warlord of Noxus, pitying you.

Her glare softened even more and her expression slowly changed to one of a somewhat insight and pitiful one. "Was that the only option you had?”

You shake your head quicky, “Gosh, no.” You squeezed your eyes shut fora moment, all emotions rushing through you. “I had other options, all over Zaun.”

Desperate, yes, that would be the best word to describe you.

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly as that thought crossed her mind. “You had other options." She repeated that part while looking you over again, her hand still gently caressing your thighs.

“And you chose to do that instead?” she emphasized, referring to your previous line of work as if it were horrifying. “I know,” you replied, aware of the lack of self-respect and dignity you had allowed yourself to acquire by letting anyone treat you however they pleased.

Her hand gripped your thigh firmly again when you said that, her eyes narrowed even further. "Why?" Ambessa asked that single word in a firm, curious tone, wanting to know the exact reason behind your choice.

She gave you a chance to explain yourself but you knew it would be in vain. “It was the quickest way. a few clients in one day, letting them do anything, i'd earn not a lot, but more than enough to live.”

That answer left her with a bitter taste in her mouth, almost sickened. Ambessa’s hand tightened again around your thigh as she let your answer sink in, she looked at you with a more serious and judging expression. ".... and that’s what you did? Every day?"

She never had to experience being in that spot. Sure, she’s requested brothel workers before, but only from the finest of places. “Yes,” you replied simply.

Once again, her eyes widened when you answered in a blank and firm tone, confirming her question. That disclosure only made her feel more pity for you, but that was mingled with a hint of contempt and disruption as well. 

She looked over your scarred body again and just couldn’t help but look at your thighs in particular. “Does this make you think any less of me yet?” you said, humor in your voice.

Ambessa’s hand squeezed your thigh again when you said that, almost in a gentle, yet firm way. "Yes, you’re used and.. pathetic.” She almost spat those words at you, her expression becoming more stern and serious, almost cruel and judgmental.

"But I don’t feel any less of you, little one." Ambessa spoke in a lower, softer but firm tone, her free hand lightly stroking the part of your thighs without scars, and her grip still tight.

“I never imagined you’d be the one to spare me humiliation, Miss Medarda,” you said with a scoff. “I’ve gone through enough of it, no need to hide it from me.” your eyes rolled as you finished your sentence, feeling infantilized.

Her hand moved from your stomach up to cup your cheek, she gently but firmly gripped your face and forced you to look directly at her as she spoke. “Why would I admit that I feel less of you even though you’ve been exploited?”

Ambessa’s tone still held that firm and authoritative quality in it, but there was an element of gentleness to it as well. "Just because you allowed it to happen doesn’t mean you deserved it. You do not deserve that disgrace."

You despised how she spared you her wrath, the way she sympathized. The sweetness is her tone was little but sickening, you hated the pity.

“Forgive me,” you spoke quickly. Silence diverged in the small space between you and her.

“Tell me dear, have you ever been given what you wanted?” she tured back around in the bath, motioning her hand for you to continue the massage. Your hands resumed their movement.

Doubt began to surface within you, uncertain of how to react to her. “No, ma’am,” you ultimately said.

“Have you ever wanted much?” She kept questioning and this time you nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

“Can I give it to you?”

She had laid you down on her bed, her body still damp from the recent bath. She hadn’t put her clothes on yet, the water drop falling onto your uniform. Your lips were parted in a level of suprise unmatched.

“Miss Medarda-“ You began but she cut you off, a hand on your chin roughly. She held your chin there to make sure that you kept eye contact with her. “Are you nervous, dearest?” she said, teasing, almost mocking.

She brought her hand away from your chin and placed two fingers on your pulse. She counted silently. "Think you are." She leaned down to whisper that, her knee finding its way between your thighs.

"Do you want me to take off..this?" her finger toyed with the white apron tied around your uniform. She cocked a brow once you nodded.

"Words.." she dragged, tracing the finger down her body.

"Yes, miss medarda.." your breathed out, eyes shutting.

Carefully, she undid the apron, throwing it someplace on your luxurious floor. But still the fabric of the uniform covered your body, held her back from what she wanted.

"Miss medarda.. take it off.." she chuckled at your words, at the way your vision narrowed towards her. The desperation in your gaze.

"Needy little one, hm?" She began unbuttoning the back of the dress, her arms encircling you.

"Ambessa. Say it." Ambessa asked of you, waiting for her to name to slip off your tongue.

"Ambessa.." you spoke the moment she threw the dress on the floor. All you now had on was a bralette and lace panties.

She traced your panties and the waistband, then cupping one of your breast with her hand.

"Should I remove these barriers, too?" She asked, knowing the answer already.

She enjoyed seeing you submit to your pleasure, also knowing this would be one of the first times you'd do that.

"Yes, yes please, Ambessa." you were just oh so well-mannered. She loved hearing you plead, hearing you be so respectful and ready for her.

She slid the bralette off, then meticulously the panties. She watched as you huffed and whined. "Can.. can I touch you, Ambessa?" you asked sweetly, a pathetic and doe-eyed expression painted on your features.

She nearly let out a cackle, a dark smile graced her lips. She brought a hand to graze your bottom lip and then your forehead. "Sure, dearest."

You immediately clinged to her, needing to remove any article of clothing. "So impatient.." she chuckled and removed you small hand.

The difference between your hands brought a spark straight to your clit, she could hold both of yours in one of hers.

She made it easier for you, removing her shirt and pants as she kneeled on the bed. You layed down, spread out for her.

She was left in panties only, no bra, just her panties.

She came back to her original spot, cupping your tit with her big hand, squeezing and stroking it.

She was far from gentle yet it seemed so tender through your perspective, much more gentle then anybody at the brothel.

She slowly brought her mouth closer to the other breast, staring at you through her lashes before beginning to suck on your nipple. Slowly, and gently latching onto it.

She suckled, eyes closed and pleased. Her hand left your other breast, traveling down to your cunt.

With no ounce of patience, she entered one thick finger into your slick cunt. A moan left your mouth, arching your back which caused your breast to go further into her mouth.

Did i mention she had rather large hands?

She started curling it, pressing down onto your g-spot. Your spongy walls squeezed around her finger, making wet and sloppy noises she's never heard before.

She laughed darkly onto your tit and then let it go with a "pop" noise.

She looked at you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure. "Feel nice, dearest?"

You nodded, whine and whimpers coming from the utter depths of your chest. Remembering her command to use words and not gestures, you spoke. "Yes.. so- so good.."

With that, she entered another digit into your sopping cunt. You were just being so damn good and obedient for her, she had to make you feel good.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace you've never felt before, squirming endlessly. She held you down with one arm, stopping your squirming.

"I-I'm so close.." Your words echoed through her mind and she smirked.

"Stay silent." She said firmly, bringing her breast to your mouth as she kept her extended arm fingering you deeply.

You moaned on it, basically feeding on your tit. You were so close, just about to be pushed over the edge.

"Cum, dearest." she spoke in a sultry tone, causing you to come undone, squirting on her hand.

She helped you ride your high, pressing into your velvety spot multiple times till you backed away.

Your fluids coated her fingers and she didn't hesitate to clean them with her tongue. She smothered the liquid on her lips and then the rest into her mouth.

You reached up for her, needing some sense of closure. Your hand tangled into her hair. "K..kiss-" you said softly.

"What's that, dear? Do you wish for a kiss?" She teased, her clean hand touching your cheek gently.

A nod from you was enough to make her kiss you, not even a single word needed.

She asserted dominance in the kiss quickly, exploring your mouth with her tongue. Even if she expected patience from others, she was not a patient woman.

It was a passionate kiss, leaving you pushing on her chest with a small palm, desperate for air.

She broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. You breathed with your tongue resting slightly outside your mouth.

You tugged at her panties, needing them off, needing to please her.

She made you feel so good, how could you now return the favor?

She did as you asked and took off her own panties the kneeling on the bed. You knew what she wanted and you were prepared to serve it to her on a sliver platter.

She lowered her pussy onto your face, the wet mess of arousal on your lips and nose. "Eat, dearest." She demanded, a smile on her lips as her hands founds the headboard.

You nodded, a muffled "Yes ma'am" as you began to suck on her clit. She had a bush above her pussy, tickling your face but you didn't care, it just made you more needy.

You ate her like some sort of candy, starving for something to eat.

It was messy, sloppy, uncalled for. She moved one hand to grip your hair. She bucked her hips against your face, her clit getting friction against your nose.

She came on your face quickly, savoring the moment.

Collapsing besides you, she held your arm. Both of you panted, breathing heavily in inexplicable pleasure.

"Think you're the one that requires a shower now." she spoke, a breathy laugh at the back of her throat.

You whined, a "hngh" leaving your lips. Turning your body and resting it on top of hers.

Wasn't that a nice mother's day gift?

[lavendercodes]

i am back! everyone cheer!!! (nobody did).

anyways, so i will be accepting requests once more for Arcane :3 yall can request anything as long as its not gross or weird, as well as any chats character as long as they’re not a minor. i’ve never written smut either, but you are allowed to request it. can’t say it’ll be good but yk

^ ex. no adults + children, anything w gross bodily functions

you can request ‘x readers’ or character x character. either or don’t matter !

and for anyone interested, i will also be releasing info pages about a ben 10 au i’m working on soon! it’s consuming my mind omfg i can’t

[prettywitchybitch]

taking requests!!!

i wanna start writing again, anddd to do this i wanna start taking requests!!

people i write for ->

arcane:

jinx

vi

caitlyn

mel

sevika

ambessa

tlou2:

ellie

abby

dina

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i’ll do sfw, nsfw, drabbles, oneshots, headcannons, etc etc, just ask!!

i’ll take requests for other things maybe, no promises but you don’t know if you don’t ask love.

[k3n-dyll]

𖤐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - Arcane

𝐈. 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

Oneshots:

Dom Kingpin!Sevika ✮ Virgin!ReaderxSevika ✮ Subby Sevika✮ Butch4Butch Sev x Reader

Drabbles:

Sevika Tribbing ✮ On a High ✮ Making Sevika Squirt ✮

Headcanons:

Soft Sevika[HC]❁

𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

Oneshots:

Modern CEO Ambessa x Butch Secretary Reader "Surrender" [Ambessa x Sevika]

Drabbles:

Dom!Ambessa/Sevika x Reader✮ Aftercare w/ Ambessa✮❁

Key ; ✮: smut | ❁: fluff | Strike: In Progress

[soultwos]

ARCANE

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MASTERLIST

VANDER / WARWICK - [ SERIES / ONESHOTS ]

SEVIKA - [ SERIES / ONE SHOTS ]

SILCO - [ SERIES / ONESHOTS ]

EKKO - [ SERIES / ONESHOTS ]

JAYCE / MEL / VIKTOR - [ SERIES / ONESHOTS ]

AMBESSA - [ SERIES / ONESHOTS ]

TAGLIST

@darktrashpoetry

[bwat5-blog]

Me First (Arcane Oneshot Fanfic)

Light descriptions of Injury

*One Month after the war- The tribunal of former Commander Caitlyn Kiramman has been in full swing for hours. She herself is not there, still recovering from her wounds received battling Ambessa Medarda. She watches from her hospital bed on a small crystal viewing screen, Vi sitting beside her holding her hand. Because the crimes while under martial law were against the citizen of Zaun, the proceedings take place in the square under Vander's statue, a chosen council of ten Zaunites having listened to various testimonies presiding while the three sitting councilors, Shoola, Mel Medarda and Sevika observe*

Sevika leans forward, her face tight with frustration and exhaustion. "Alright we have been at this for hours. The former commander has willingly agreed to subject herself to a punishment deemed fair by those assembled here. Do you have a decision".

Murmuring the in crowd.. some raised voices that were quickly silenced when Sevika's glare landed on them. Ekko stands, his disgust plain on his features.

"Thirty lashes... The former commander will receive thirty lashes for pain inflicted upon the citizens of Zaun by Noxian soldiers, under her unjust occupation". He throws down the paper he read from in disdain as the crowd cheers.

"BULLSHIT" Roars Vi in the hospital room, but seeing the fear in Caitlyn's face rushes to her taking her hand "Hey.. hey Cait, that isn't happening I'll tell you right now."

Cait's eye is still wide but she nods "if that's what they.. they've decided.. it's the only we move forward" she tries to set her jaw but can't keep it from trembling.. Vi looks at the wires and tubes all over Cait's body, the bag she still needs to relieve herself... She holds Cait close to her and swears a silent vow,

I will die before they touch her..

Meanwhile back at the tribunal, Sevika sits statuesque while Shoola and Mel converse in harried tones. The Zaunite council sits while the crowd laughs and chatters, happy to see justice done.. Sevika stands and slaps her hand down on the table.

"Me first"...

The crowd goes silent. Ekko turns to her "Sevika.. what?"

"You heard me. Me. First." Sevika nimbly crosses over the table and goes down into the square. She strides forward, a sneer on her face.

"Well come on then! let's go!" she calls to the crowd.

Everyone is still.. Ekko looks at her nervously "Councilor Sevika I"

"Don't councilor me boy. You people want your pound of flesh right?" Sevika challenges the crowd as they yell back.

"Kiramman deserves this!"

"She's gotta pay a price!"

Sevika nods. "Oh I agree. So, as I said me first. Or perhaps you have all forgotten." she walks over under Vander's statue before continuing.

"This great man... this leader... this builder of the underground. I betrayed him. I helped Silco abduct him, kill him, and try to kill his children. I helped Silco flood the lanes with Shimmer turning you all into addicts and fiends. I helped Silco use violence and fear to gain a stranglehold on the innocents down here. And I mean come on.. you all made me your councilor! But if we want to pretend we are going to start holding those accountable who have made mistakes then lets go. ME. FIRST!"

The crowd erupts. Ekko tries to quiet them down as his Firelights move through the crowd keeping people back. From somewhere in the crowd a heavy brick comes hurtling towards Sevika and explodes upon hitting a gleaming golden barrier as Mel Medarda strides into the square like a conquering queen.

"I must apologize Councilor Sevika, but I believe I will need to go before you in the bloodletting. After all, I knew my mother intended to plunge this region into war. Of course I tried to oppose her in my way. But I could have told someone else, I could have warned all of you. But I kept quiet, foolishly believing I could honor my mother and my commitment to all of you at once. I failed. Perhaps if I had done more, a grieving and traumatized young woman would not have been such easy prey for her manipulation. So I must insist, if we are so determined for the bloodshed to continue, Me. First"

Back in the hospital room, Vi grins fiercely hugging a sobbing Caitlyn to her chest.

"Forgive me, Councilor Medarda" Shoola steps down, escorted by Ekko himself as they stride hand-in-hand to the center of the square together. "But I too must bear my share of this punishment".

The tall woman walks out gracefully, turning her eyes on all present, the crowd having fallen into a enraptured stillness.

"I of course understand that most of you were not there when Ambessa Medarda named Caitlyn Kiramman Commander. So perhaps you are unaware that along with myself, the heads of each prominent family in the city, as well as Councilor Salo before his passing all stood quietly while a Noxian Warlord brought a twenty four year old child to her, and told her this was the only way to get her murdered mother justice. More than twenty people with decades life experience and we all stood and watched while Ambessa Medarda practically branded Caitlyn as her scape-goat in front of us. Therefore I too will be taking my turn at the lash"

The Zaunite council was deep in conversation. The crowd was unsettled. One of the council, a shop-keeper named Briggs stood up "Listen we aren't without feeling, but there must be an accounting. Six months of imprisonments, Occupation and checkpoints, Noxian brutality. Some who went into that prison never came out!"

That got the crowd going again until Mel Medarda's eyes flashed golden and they grew silent. She stood tall "As we have more than adequately proven, Caitlyn Kiramman was unaware of my mothers brutality. The illegal experiments, all of it was done in secret. And you wish for an accounting? To know the price she has paid? Allow me to assist you"

Mel reaches into her robes and unravels a long piece of paper: "Multiple skull fractures, bowel perforation with near fatal bleeding requiring an ostomy bag until she heals, if she heals from my mother's knife. Almost every rib broken. Completely concussed. Permanent damage to left knee. Total and complete loss of left eye. All at twenty four years old. Fighting in a battle that did not serve Piltover, but humanity itself. One that I recall many faces in this crowd walked away from." Mell rolls up the scroll and scoffs as Briggs sits back down quietly , considering.

Sevika clears her throat again "I'm curious, just where do you think the seat I occupy came from?"

Ekko walks out from behind her looking confused. "Wait, do you mean"

"Thats right kid. Kiramman surrendered her own family seat to give Zaun a place at the table. Over a hundred of years of legacy, wealth, influence and control. She gave it all to us". Sevika growls.

Vi kisses Caitlyn's head, Caitlyn no longer crying but afraid to watch

Ekko looks genuinely dumbstruck. Whispering and debating are all around them. Another member of the Council of Zaun stands, a tall, pale woman with long blond hair. "There WILL be punishment. Blood begets blood. Otherwise how does it end? There must be closure!"

"IS THAT RIGHT" A raspy voice speaks commandingly from the side. All heads turned.. A slight figure, hooded and cloaked walks to the center, and throwing back her cloak as the entire crowd roared.

Vi gaps.. her eyes welling with tears as Caitlyn squeezes her arm, the both of them still with shock.. Vi whispers "Jinx"..

The crowd goes totally silent as Jinx raises a hand. Her face is scratched and a little burned, bandages all over her confirm that she did not escape the blast unscathed.. But she stands tall and addresses the crowd.

"Is this who we are now?... Because let's get one thing straight if anyone is stepping up first for all of this, it's me. You wanna know how Caitlyn Kiramman got to that point? Your looking at how. Now sure, I had my reasons, primarily Silco fucking with my head and trying to get me to hate someone who had never wronged me. But guess what, I made the choice. I made the choice to try to kill her... to take her naked out of her own home and try to convince Vi to murder her in cold blood... And then I killed her mother in front of her" Jinx says softly..and only those who know her can tell she is barely suppressing tears..

" I brought down Piltover's wrath single-handedly. And before that, I stood right there beside Sevika while Silco almost destroyed our home" Jinx walks closer now and agilely scaled Vander's statue, sitting on his shoulder, "This man right here raised me and Vi when our parents were killed. And I served the man who killed him as his daughter. Became someone you all feared, and all because someone I trusted told me it was the right way. The only way."

Vi is crying now.. Caitlyn rubbing small circles on her back with one hand and holding Vi's with the other..

Jinx stands tall on Vander's shoulder "So. let me make this really simple. Either I'm first in line, or we can just call this good. Because you all put me on a wall with Vander's face and I betrayed everything he ever stood for... I think it's time we stopped hunting for more bloodshed to satisfy what's already been done.. what can't be undone. This unending cycle of suffering has never served any of us. brother killing brother, sister against sister, topside vs bottom and so on.. Because on that day when we marched from here and attacked the Noxians, it didn't matter a good good-damn where we all come from. It only mattered that we were all human, and this is all of our home."

Jinx hops down landing alongside Sevika and Ekko, Shoola and Mel joining them. Ekko stands proudly and raises his voice "When I met Caitlyn Kiramman, she had a hex-tech gemstone in her possession she hoped to return to Topside, to stop the Enforcers from coming after us. She spoke of an end to the killing. And even though she barely knew me, she handed me the stone to bring to them, to speak on behalf of all of us.... She lost her way... god knows we all have at some point. But I will not be party to brutality and bloodthirst masquerading as justice. I too will take a share of the lashes."

The crowd went absolutely crazy.. Ekko was a hero to them. The leader of the firelights. The idea of Jinx was bad enough but.. Ekko...

Briggs stood from the council table, addressing them all "So, you would ask us to spare young Kiramman any more pain.. in the name of humanity and moving forward?"

They all nod save for Jinx who chuckles and says loud enough for them all to hear "If that isn't enough for you, consider that you have all been sitting around threatening to whip the woman Vi loves". And smirks at the noticeable looks of apprehension in more than a few.

Sevika stomps loudly on the stone. "Caitlyn Kiramman made mistakes. And her mistakes hurt people. She's young, and suffered terribly, and she lost her way. We gotta choose, here and now. Are we the sort that moving forward we can can recognize that, and show grace, or are we every bit as brutal as the Noxians who made our lives hell"

Tears of joy hot on her cheeks Violet turns to Caitlyn as her official pardon is declared on the screen whispering "Come here beautiful, I want to kiss you".. and Caitlyn smiles sitting up pulling Vi to her in her bed grinning.. "Me first"...

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*This was my poorly written reaction the legions upon legions of people writing piles of torture porn the want to see Caitlyn subjected to for her actions this season. Listen I get the whole point of fan-fiction is to write what you wish had happened or think would be interesting to see, but some of yall won't be happy until Caitlyn gets flayed alive on screen*

[venomwrites]

Vi presenting Caitlyn to Vander

Additional oneshots on ao3

It worked. 

Holy shit it worked.

They haul ass from hell and throw themselves into the mines. Vander is panting and spitting, his eyes flashing from blue and yellow to fire red. But each time the blue and yellow wins. Each time he comes back. The red flashes get shorter and shorter until it’s just her dad who huffs in the cave. 

“Never again, never never never,” Jinx pants with her arms locked around Isha. Isha hugs her back but also huffs and rolls her eyes. Like she didn’t almost die, “we gotta stick together. Pew!”

The gun. 

Caitlyn.

Vi whips her head around and Caitlyn against the wall. She looks like she’s in shock. Everything in Vi’s gut screams to shove her family out of there. Get them away. Everything in her heart howls to go to Caitlyn. They wouldn’t be here without her. For a moment she is paralyzed by indecision.

Then Vander thumps his shoulder between her shoulder blades and lumbers towards Jinx and Isha. 

Vi stumbles and opens her mouth but he gives her an exasperated look and glances at Caitlyn. Something young and hidden in her shrivels at the look. She knows that look. She’s ached for so long to see it again. So she walks over to Caitlyn even though Caitlyn is breathing hard and staring at the ground. Even though her rifle is on her knees and her hands are so close to it. 

“Hey, Cupcake,” Vi tries, “that was a pretty great plan.“

Caitlyn takes one breath. 

Then her face contorts and suddenly their faces are a lot closer. 

“How dare you!” Caitlyn shouts, “With her?!” She throws her hand towards Vi’s family. Then those fingers jam into Vi’s shoulder, “you,” another jam, “are,” another, “unbelievable!”

“Okay, I know you’re upset—“

Caitlyn draws in a breath and Vi realizes what’s about to happen with just enough time to dive forward and push Caitlyn against the wall. Caitlyn’s rifle smacks the same place because of course it does, but now Vi takes the hit. Tenses her core as Kiramman luxury hits her skin. She gets her hand behind Caitlyn’s head so she won’t hit it on the wall and claps the other over her mouth. Caitlyn’s eyes go furious and Vi has no choice but to flatten their bodies together so Caitlyn can’t make space to kick her ass. 

“Cait they are going to hear you,” she hisses, sliding her thumb under Caitlyn’s jaw before she can bite her, “we just escaped an army we can’t bring them here.”

That somehow gets through, even though Caitlyn still looks at her with wounded anger. She stops struggling and for a moment they just breathe in sync. Vi has been fighting the memories of their kiss for months. But being pressed together breathing the same brings some part of her back there. She scans Caitlyn’s face but if the same is true for her, it doesn’t show. She’s quiet though and still so Vi lifts her hand. Caitlyn takes a breath, narrows her eyes and shoves herself away. 

The cold air rushes in but all Vi can think about is how her hand wraps kept her skin from touching Caitlyn’s mouth. 

“I had a plan,” Caitlyn says, pacing back and forth. 

“Yeah and look,” Vi motions, “it worked great.”

“This was not my plan! My plan was good!” She looks into the darkness and fear swamps her face, “I just declared war,” she breathes. 

“Hey, look, it’s not that bad,” Vi tries, “maybe she got trampled?”

The horror on Caitlyn’s face turns to disgust at Vi’s words. Vi wonders if Ambessa dying means Caitlyn is going to go off the rails again. Then she feels bad for having that thought. She feels less bad when Caitlyn rounds on her.

“We murdered her second in command,” she says, matching Vi’s backward step, “we stole her prized weapon,” another matched step, “she saw me do it,” Caitlyn’s eyes go livid, “you ruined everything! Again!”

That stings. 

More than Vi is proud of. 

She flattens her hand over the spot where Caitlyn likes to bury her rifle. Just for some extra padding. Caitlyn doesn’t follow the gesture, she just glares at Vi. This time Vi is ready though. This time she has seen Caitlyn’s fury. It guts her but it doesn’t scare her. Not in the same way. And even if it did, Vi can hear her family behind her. Her family’s at her back. Not ghosts, they are living and breathing. And that, that Vi will burn the world down to protect. 

“I ruined everything?” She repeats, “me? You just invaded an unarmed community to murder my dad!”

“I was hunting your sister!”

“Bull-fucking-shit, Cupcake. You didn’t even know she was there!”

“Don’t call me Cupcake!” Caitlyn shrieks.

Vi is praying, praying for the fight fight. Caitlyn wants violence? Vi will beat some sense into her with her bare hands. She doesn’t give a shit what fancy moves Ambessa has taught her. Vi’s been fighting people twice her size for her whole fucking life. 

Instead of hitting the ground Vi finds herself sailing backwards and then hanging like a doll. Across the space in front of her Caitlyn is also dangling. Between them Vander lets out a loud, frustrated sigh. Vi loves torturing herself with how disappointed Vander would be in her if he was alive. But a part always held out maybe he wouldn’t be. Maybe she could get his respect back. Make him proud. It stings to see the disappointed look on his face as he holds them both aloft. 

“See, dad? I told you, she’s crazy,” Jinx says and Vi honestly doesn’t know which one of them she’s talking about, “totally—“

“Enough,” Vander cuts in. His eyes focus on Caitlyn who somehow manages to look dignified dangling from his claws. Her eyes keep darting to Jinx though. Vander notices it too, “go to Isha,” he says to Jinx. 

“But—“ Jinx starts. 

“Go,” he repeats, “we will talk later.”

Jinx rolls her eyes but huffs off. Vander considers both of them. He slowly brings is arms together and sets them down next to each other. Vi can’t look away but her eyes keep darting to Caitlyn’s profile. She is blotched with anger and her hair is coming out of it’s bun. It looks like the Caitlyn Vi would follow into hell is trying to force herself through. Vi knows her own pink is peaking though the black she’s painted herself with. Fighting its way out. 

She thinks of Vander and his flickering eyes. 

Maybe they are all two people warring for control. 

Being a leader means not being selfish.

“Dad this is Caitlyn,” Vi says. Caitlyn’s eyes snap to her but Vi doesn’t look, “she saved my life.”

It’s more true than Caitlyn can ever know. Probably why it hurt so fucking muc wen everything happened. Vander takes in Caitlyn and it takes Caitlyn a moment to drag her eyes back to him. Amazingly he holds out a hand. Caitlyn’s politeness won’t let her to anything but respond. It looks so bizarre. Even with Caitlyn’s dignity around them. 

“Thank you,” Vander says, “for saving my daughters.”

Caitlyn turns red and looks away. She actually has the grace to look ashamed for a moment. Vi can’t stand it as she tries to gather the words.

“He knows,” she says to Caitlyn.

“What does he know?” Caitlyn asks slowly, that old anger bubbling up. 

“Jinx blew up the tower,” Vander says, “and your mother was there,” Caitlyn looks down, “you saved our lives tonight anyway.”

Caitlyn looks so purely miserable for a moment. 

“That’s what she does down here.”

Caitlyn frowns and looks at her in confusion. Vi realizes she doesn’t fucking know. How could she, why would she? It wasn’t like she drew her a map last time when she was bleeding and falling. Viktor brought light back to this place. Even though Vi knows it looks different and Caitlyn has a lot of shit going on, she does feel something almost like disappointment. 

“My house is back there,” she says. 

“What?!” Caitlyn rounds on her. Looks down and sees where Vi’s hand is. Her eyes drag to the rifle in her hands. Annoyance flares in her eyes but Vi gets the impression it’s not at her for once, “I didn’t even realize,” she mutters. 

“You took her home?” Vander asks. 

“Yeah,” Vi says, “she patched me up.”

Vander touches the top of her forearm and untucks one of her wraps with impossibly gentle precision. Like he always has, since she was a kid. He gets her attention and nods towards Caitlyn. She still looks annoyed at herself for not realizing. But that’s not what Vander wants her to see. After a moment she sees the angry red skin that peeks out from Caitlyn’s collar. Caitlyn goes to touch the back of her neck and jerks her fingers away when they brush it. 

“Shit, Cait, what happened?” She says before she can stop herself. 

Caitlyn tenses but doesn’t move when she comes closer. This close she can see the redness wraps around the front of Caitlyn’s neck. The buckle of that red string around her throat has been dug into her windpipe. 

“I’m fine,” Caitlyn says halfheartedly.

“No you’e not,” Vi says. Caitlyn opens her mouth to argue but Vi stares her down. After a moment she closes her lips, “lemme see.”

Caitlyn is tense but she keeps her neck bent so Vi can undo the clasp. She doubts it makes any difference. There’s nothing they can do about the injury. Caitlyn’s throat is just going to be hurt and bruised for a while. Vi looks at the red band in her hand. Even when Caitlyn had pushed her into putting on the uniform she never broached the subject of the cravat. It had been her trying to make it palatable, as palatable as it could be. Vi had thought it was a sign she was getting better. Now she kind of wishes she had gone full demand so Vi could have woken up sooner and saved them some heartbreak. 

“Here,” she says.

“Keep it,” Caitlyn says. Vi raises her eyebrows, “if I die down here sell it and fix your hair.”

Vi can’t stop the laugh. 

She has no business laughing. 

“You really hate the hair huh?” She says.

“Me too,” Vander rumbles in agreement, “it looks sad.”

Vi rolls her eyes, everyone’s a critic even if they’re right. She sighs and bends down, dipping her finger into a puddle. They both look at her with complete disgust when she raises her dripping fingers. It’s not like she’s going to drink the water. Vi picks one of the pieces of her hair and scrubs it between her fingers. Until the pink is revealed. For some reason they both still look at her in complete disgust.

“See? It’s just grease,” she says.

“When was the last time you showered?” Caitlyn sputters. Vi shrugs. The pair of them look at each other. 

“That was not me,” Vander says. 

“No all me,” Vi says, taking the responsibility for the decision before one of them can. She straightens up and wipes her fingers on her pants. Caitlyn still looks grossed out but her eyes keep dragging to the pink, “it’s all there underneath.”

Is Caitlyn all there? Somewhere? Vi knows people change, it’s part of life. But has to hope somewhere under all the rage and pain, that part of Caitlyn that broke her out of prison is still there. The one who saw her and Ekko and didn’t flinch from PIltover’s sins. That’s the part Vi was willing to follow. That’s the part she has to believe is still there. 

“We’re going to have to wash your hair with dish soap,” Caitlyn mutters.

She looks like she did at the fish stand. 

Yeah, she’s in there. 

“Okay, Cupcake,” Vi says, “deal.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes but doesn’t tell her not to say the nickname. Vander looks between them and something almost like a smile twists his lips. It’s like he’s remembering something pleasant. Vi doesn’t know what he’s seeing. Before she can ask he turns to Jinx and Isha. She looks at Caitlyn but Caitlyn is looking back into the dark. She glances at Vi before her eyes go back there. Vi can’t hear or see anything. But she also know they can’t stay here. Risking it she touches Cailtyn’s shoulder and gives her a questioning look.

“I didn’t realize where we were,” she says. Vi opens her mouth to point out there was no way she could have known, “I was so blind,” Caitlyn says and that shuts her up, Vi has a feeling this has nothing to do with their location. “How could I not see?”

“My dad’s been alive this whole time,” Vi offers. Caitlyn looks over to her, “I had no idea. Seven years,” her throat tightens when she thinks about it too long. Thinks about what he’s been through. The prisons and transformations that bind them together even further, “what I’m saying is we all go blind sometimes,” she says. 

Caitlyn’s head dips, but she doesn’t shake off Vi’s hand. They stand there for a moment in the first comfortable silence Vi can remember. Caitlyn breathes out and then gathers herself up, guiding her rifle to her back, She tugs her uniform back into place, but the armor has been irrevocably chipped somehow. Caitlyn is peaking through. Like the pink that peaks out from the grease. 

“I’m glad your dad is alive,” she says. 

“Thanks for helping,” Vi replies.

The air turns heavy. Caitlyn’s eyes dart to the scar that cuts through Vi’s lip. Vi remembers the feel of her waist as they pressed together. There’s so much shit though. Neither of them says anything. It’s like they’ve taken a huge step back in so many ways. But with her family alive, with her dad looking proud, for the first time Vi feels like she can let herself want Caitlyn. Without the shame or guilt of wanting something for herself. She can just settle into a little. Then Caitlyn clears her throat and brings them back to reality. 

“You can thank me by showering and putting on a shirt,” Caitlyn says. 

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Vi questions glancing down. Everything important’s covered. 

“You’re not wearing one,” Caitlyn replies. Vi rolls her eyes, “you’ll give my father a heart attack.”

Vi blinks. 

“We’re going home?” Slips out of her mouth. 

Caitlyn pauses and looks at her. Vi is stunned by the want of it. All the shit that’s happened, all the time’s she’s flipped her fingers at Caitlyn’s beautiful house and sworn she’s never going back to the shitbox. But when Caitlyn says it and offers, the thought of them in Caitlyn’s house makes it feel like home. Vi glances at her family up ahead. What does going home with Caitlyn mean? Caitlyn’s hunted her sister to the ends of the earth. But she’s also just worked with her. Vi risks looking at Caitlyn. 

She recognizes her. 

It’s the look at the Council, the look at her parents. The look of I know this is right and I know it will hurt. But it’s right and I will accept the consequences. Vi knows that look. Vi knows the thought behind it, the sacrifice it demands. Caitlyn catches her off guard because even though Vi knows it, even though she’s felt it, never in a million years did she think it would be on a Topsider’s face. 

“I don’t want to see her,” Caitlyn says. Vi’s heart pounds. Caitlyn’s eyes go to hers, “she does not wander. She does not leave—“ anger and fear flash across her face, “she goes nowhere near my father.”

“No, hey,” Vi grabs her hand before she can stop herself. Caitlyn’s hand is limp but she holds on, “we’ll keep her away. I promise,” the weight of this cripples Vi, “Cait—“

Caitlyn pulls her hand free. Tugs her uniform back needlessly. She flips down her rifle, her skin bouncing with nervous energy as Vi tries to comprehend the weight of her gesture. Caitlyn stares down the barrel of her rifle. Vi can see the angry tears. The raw grief. She clenches the rifle and the swipes under her eyes. Her tears don’t fall. The only time Vi’s seen her cry is when she held her. It occurs to Vi she may not have cried since. This whole time she’s been stoic while Vi has sobbed and screamed enough for bth of them. 

That stops now. 

“How do we stop Ambessa?” She asks. Caitlyn’s eyes widen. Yeah, it stops now, “we can’t let her bring her war bullshit here,” she says emphasizing the word, “do we have time to plan something?”

We. 

Us. 

Vi and Caitlyn. Caitlyn and Vi. The beating heart of this. Vi wants to say Caitlyn’s a part of her family but she’s really hoping that’s a question she can ask her one day in the future. On a knee. Caitlyn straightens up and looks back at her. 

“She’ll gather her forces for a full scale invasion now,” Caitlyn says. 

“So we have time,” Vi reminds her.

“Yes,” Caitlyn agrees, “we do.”

“Good, because I left the gauntlets back there,” she says wiggling her fingers, “so we gotta fix that too.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes. They don’t touch but as they walk they pick up the same pace. It’s still dark, the mushrooms only have enough glow that the entire place isn’t in darkness. Jinx and Isha don’t clap. As they get closer together, Vi puts herself in between Caitlyn and Jinx. Caitlyn goes out of her periphery and Vi puts her hands on her hips, tries to spread her shoulders so Caitlyn doesn’t have to look. Ahead, Vander glances back. He reaches out and swings Jinx forward, taking her by the back of her bra like a wolf carrying a cub. Isha scrambles up his leg and their delighted sounds almost make the mushrooms glow. Almost. 

It’s still dark and heavy and there’s so much shit to do. 

But Caitlyn’s at her back and Vi knows they can take on the world. 

Together. 

[unholyhelbig]

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Shoot to Kill- Werewolf!Vi x Park Ranger Caitlyn navigate their joint greif.

Atonement- Caitlyn struggles to recover after her fight with Ambessa, but luckily, Vi is there to help.

The Hound That Howls the Heaviest- Vi is taken by Singed who is determined to further his shimmer experiments. It's up to Caitlyn to get her back.

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One Enchanted Evening

The year is 1945 and Caitlyn Kiramman knows that Violent Lanes is meant to be seen by design when The Circus of Zaun rolls into town. The garish production stands out among the perfect southern town of Piltover, much to her father’s dismay. Caitlyn can’t help but fall for the magical pull of a world so different from her own, despite the secrets that lie just behind the striped tents and sweet-scented air.

[Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five ]

[korgidorgi]

Mel Medarda x Winged!Reader Headcannons!

Before I begin:

I’ve just had a LOT of ideas for this one OC I’ve crafted. I guess I just want to write a bunch of my favorite headcannons/prompts in my head. So I think I’ll be posting little drabbles about different happenings. They’re all part of the same story, the same people and same relations. Guess I just wanted to share this character with you :)

There’s a bit of everything, some fluff, some angst, some rambling. All from different times too. I don’t know what order I’ll post them, or if it’ll be clear when they happen. It’s more of a personal thing, just wanting to get my ideas down and being able to share them. I guess it also helps me develop the character and story a bit more.

I think I’ll have this post be the “headcannons” list post, but I will put links to other oneshots/drabbles with the prompts if/when I post them. And I’ll probably update this post as I add more oneshots that weren’t originally on the list :)

Please also understand that these updates will be random, I’m not the best with sticking to projects, let alone have much time to work on this. But I’ll be chipping away at it. Thank you guys for reading and keeping up with me! Anyways, on with the post!

Mel Medarda x You

Meeting back when she was first cast out of Noxus by her mother.

You’d been on your own journey to Piltover, ultimately running into Mel’s transport. It also just so happens to have both of you guys enemies trying to track you two down. It’s a whole thing that the two of you bond over, given you’re now stuck together. In the end, you part ways, Mel joining Topside and you disappearing into the Undercity.

You acquire your wings during your time in the Undercity. It wasn’t the most… pleasant experience.

The addition of your wings gives birth to a new persona, a new purpose for you: King Raven. Silco and the Chem-Barons fucking hate King Raven.

Meeting with Mel again (S2). You finally catch up with her, getting to know her once again.

When the two of you have downtime, she’ll preen your feathers. It’s one of her favorite activities with you when you’re both lazing around.

Draping a wing over her shoulders if she’s cold. Wrapping both of your wings around the two of you when you hug her. Using your wings to protect her.

Her mother hates you. Despite witnessing you protect her daughter, she refuses to believe in you, trust you, like you, accept you. This leads to conflict with the warlord. Especially when she discovers that Mel has disappeared.

If you’re hurt, Mel always tends to your wounds, no matter how much you try to fight her on it.

“It’s just a scratch, Mel, I’m fine—“ you protest, though your wince gives you away as she touches the wound.

It’s clearly worse than ‘just a scratch’.

“Just shut up and let me take care of you.” She manages to persuade you, sitting you down on a chair so she can mend your wound.

An ask from anon: * At the end of your HC with Mel, you mentioned that Reader and Mel see each other after the fic with Ambessa. So, and hear me out, Singed turns Reader into a giant monster to fight in the war‼️

I didn’t exactly do giant monster!Reader, but I will if you guys let me know!

[lorasdolly]

Thinking about agitated Ambessa as her wife walks in....

"Did I not tell you to remain outside, for the sake of—" Her words echoed against the walls as her gaze shifts onto you, her fists against the polished surface of the desk.

She was ready to yell another plethora of cruel words towards the servants who were insistent on bothering her till no end, but her jaw untensed and eyebrows visibly relaxed at the sight of you.

"Oh, dearest." She speaks with a softer tone, slumped over the edge with a sigh. Your frame carefully approaches her, cautious to not throw more fuel on the fire. Ambessa's tongue runs across her lips to hydrate them.

"Seems like there is something bother you," you spoke with the usual sweetness in your tone. "The servants had me rushed over here." A chuckle escapes your lips at the mere image of how they showed up at your quarters, distressed over Ambessa's inability to calm down.

"You always did have a sixth sense." Ambessa says, a slight exasperated edge. She hook her head, a dry laugh escaping her lips, no humor behind it.

Her demeanor shifted as you got closer to her desk, softening at the sound of your voice and sight of your presence. Her clothes were disheveled, hair was messy, along with the sagging of her broad shoulders.

Exhaustion took over every crevice of her usually stoic face. "Come here, sit with me, dearest." She intended to relax, and she thanked the servants for at least doing one thing right and sending her wife over.

You smiled at her insistence, the granting of permission to come in close like a breath of fresh air. You pick up your step, watching as she sits back in her desk chair.

A small smile graced your lips at the sight of your wife, even if she could have snapped at any moment like a lion at rest. You were getting dolled up once the servants came to fetch you for Ambessa like a chew toy, and you didn't have much time to finish getting ready.

Your figure stood between her legs now, hands on her shoulders as you patiently waited for any further word from Ambessa.

"Sit," she repeats, her deep voice slightly firmer. Her larger hands reach to grip your hips, gently pushing and pull you till you're seated upon her lap.

Her shoulders relaxed at the skin-to-skin contact, muscles untensing with a sigh. Ambessa's arms loosely wrap around your frame, legs parting slightly to help you comfortably settle upon her thigh.

Your hands responded in kind, grabbing her hand gently and pecking from her finger tips, down her knuckles, and to her wrist. It was a silent, intimate moment between you and your wife.

Your eyes shut gently, tenderly allowing the embrace between you and your wife to take place. It wasn't a stressful day for you, but truthfully, it never was.

Ambessa had ensured your life was easygoing, breakfast in bed to reading all day. The least you could do for her was give her time with you to calm down.

"Mmph," the warm and nearly inaudible noise left her full lips, enjoying the attention you peppering kisses across her skin. Her head rested further against you, burying her nose the crook of your neck and inhaling the subtle scent.

Teasingly slow, her hands slip under the hem of your dress. She slips them further to feel the warm and supple skin of your thumb. As she begins to rub gentle, soothing circle against the flesh.

You smile, your grip on her hand released. Instesd, you tangled your fingers in her hair. You accepted her touch and carressing, feet swinging off her lap.

Gently, you press a balmy kiss against her cheek, pink lipstick mark coating the small area now. She didn't notice, but you chuckled internally. Your fingertip now traced the kissy mark, feeling her hands everywhere.

"You look as beautiful as a painting perched on my lap here, dearest." She speaks as her nose nuzzles against your jawline. A soft grumble left her mouth while her calloused hands traced the expanse of your thighs.

She hiked up your dress, her noises raspy and tired yet hungry.

"A painting?"

Your fingertips continued to trace, now on her bulging muscles that can be seen from under her clothes. "Becoming a romantic the moment the exhaustion gets to you?" It was only a teasing jab, you appreciated her kind words.

It was also far from the truth. Even if she didn't express her romance through words, the worship and praise you'd receive physically was enough to create a show for it.

"I'm perfectly lucid," she retorts, a small smirk crossing her lips. "Can't a woman compliment her wife without any ulterior motives?"

Her hands were now located on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the malleable skin beneath her fingers. Her warm, chapped lips find purchase upon your shoulder blade, grazing the skin.

Throaty moans left you as your arched your back slightly. Her hand wandering towards your cunt made it harder to focus on trying to be enticing.

Now, rather than focusing on her, she was making it about you. Somehow, she managed to always flip the tables on you, making you a dumb mess on her lap sooner or later.

She traced your lace panties, breathes escaping your mouth not nearly as quick enough. Your lips continued to stay parted, hands tugging at her hair with ease.

"'Bessa," you murmured, slightly muffled by the long sigh you took.

“Mmm,” her voice is low, and a guttural sound that vibrates through her chest. Her touch becomes more firm, and you can almost feel the callouses on her palm as she strokes over your clothed flesh.

"Use your words for me, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, "Fucking touch me, 'Bessa. Please." You weren't thinking straight or ethically any longer, willing to say anything so she'd make you feel good.

Your reactions presented your desire for her, sweet little noises and squirming around on her lap. She didn't mind the fisting of her hair, truthfully she hardly even noticed when you hit her shoulder at an attempt to silence yourself.

“Good, dearest," she croons, the praise sounding almost condescending as she pulls you close. She holds your chin, her fingers gripping you almost forcefully as she tugs you so you’re facing her.

Her eyes, still tired and dark, meet yours, and without a word she pushes her knee between your thighs, and drags it against you. A silent demand, a command. Wanting you to work for it.

You moan in despair, but nonetheless start dragging your clothed cunt against her knee to satisfy your needs for a temporary moment.

You'd need assistance eventually, but for now staring at her pretty face and grinding on her tensing muscles would make do.

Your noises grew louder and so did her smugness, her hands starting to gently guide you rocking against her knee.

Her desires started testing her restraint, the need to snake a hand between your thighs and enter you smoothly from all your slick.

To distract herself from her own hunger, her hands now cup your face, and it’s only a moment longer until she’s pressing her lips to your own in a heated, almost desperate kiss. Despite her fatigue, her kisses hold a certain hunger and fervor that only she can display so quickly.

Her knee remains between your thighs, pushing with an amount of heat that only increases with every motion. Each and every gasp and whine that escapes your lips, only adding to the hunger.

You kept riding her thigh, grinding as you let the sloppy kiss grow deeper. You tried to put on your best performance in hopes she'd give up and fuck you straight already.

Your hips started stuttering, movements becoming messier as you needed a release that her thigh alone couldn't get for you. Normally, you'd beg for more, but the most you could do is break the kiss with a string of saliva and stare at her like a bitch in heat.

Her last thread of self-control snapped, slithering her hand under your lace panties and parting your folds. This suddenness caused you to wrap both arms around her neck, clinging like a vice.

She felt the arousal for a moment before plunging a finger in, feeling the velvety, gummy walls. She let your adjust and swirl the finger inside before adding another one, the wetness sufficient to fit both.

She stretched you out perfectly, curling softly into your g-spot. The slow movements made you more needy, bucking your lips down onto her hand, encouraging her to curl her digits quicker.

The way her fingers rammed into your g-spot made you dumber and dumber, nothing but her name and moans leaving your mouth like a chanted prayer.

Then she pumped her fingers in and out, your fingernails digging into her shoulder, surely leaving marks. A white ring coated her fingers every time she thrusted them in and out, signaling how close you were to cumming on her fingers.

Ambessa's "Come on, dearest. You're such a good girl, cum for me, make me happy." was all you need to wet her fingers further with your orgasm.

Slowly helping you ride your high, she pulled the fingers out and located them inside your mouth, allowing you to lick and suckle till they're freshly cleaned with your own saliva.

[lavendercodes]

soon <3

hey so I have a lot of requests from when arcane first came out, so I will also be fulfilling those. however, the most recent requests that I have gotten will be coming out first. hopefully, I will have one published by later tonight or tomorrow afternoon. i'm currently on break from college and I only work the weekends, so for the next two weeks I will be able to work on them. thank you all for your patience and you will get some nice little treats soon!

[nataliasquote]

Kinda wanna write a oneshot where Vi finds Cait after the fight with Ambessa and takes care of her…

[lovesick-desires]

ARCANE MASTERLIST

AMBESSA ｡𖦹°‧⭑ WOLVES ✩🕯☁☠︎︎ CAITLYN ...nothing yet EKKO ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CRACK IN THE HOURGLASS 🕯☁☠︎︎ JAYCE ｡𖦹°‧⭑ YANDERE ALPHABET ✧꩜☠︎︎ JINX ｡𖦹°‧⭑ SACCHARINE ✩🕯☁☠︎︎ SEVIKA ｡𖦹°‧⭑ ADDICTIVE ✩🕯☁☠︎︎ SILCO ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CORRUPT COVENANT - CHAPTER ONE ❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CORRUPT COVENANT - CHAPTER TWO ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CORRUPT COVENANT - CHAPTER THREE ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CORRUPT COVENANT - CHAPTER FOUR (END) ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ VANDER ...nothing yet VI ...nothing yet VIKTOR ｡𖦹°‧⭑ VALETUDINARIANISM - CHAPTER ONE ❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ VALETUDINARIANISM - CHAPTER TWO ❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ VALETUDINARIANISM - CHAPTER THREE ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ VALETUDINARIANISM - CHAPTER FOUR (END) ❀✩☾🕯☠︎︎

Key: ✧ alphabet prompt ❀ chaptered fic ✩ coming soon ☾ dark themes ♡ headcanons 🕯 imagine ☁ oneshot ✴︎ prompt ꩜ request ☠︎︎ yandere

[sevizzz]

Giving up on my Ambessa oneshot, it's not hitting for me anymore. But I'll definitely write about Sevika now 🛐 councilor Sevika save me

[bwat5-blog]

Someone To Be Strong For

(Arcane Oneshot)

(Cannon Deviation)

*Three weeks after the battle of the commune*

Caitlyn Kiramman:

"Please Violet... please wake up... I know your angry. God knows you have every right to be but.. don't do it for me. Do it for you.. You deserve more than this. You deserve more than to hurt and suffer... please wake up. Even if you can't forgive me just please... we need you..I need you... "

Caitlyn sits by Vi's bed as she has every night since they made it back to Piltover. That hellish rush through the undercity to bring Vi back is as fresh in Caitlyn's mind as if it had been earlier this morning... blood.. so much blood.. Vi screaming.. Caitlyn shakes her head viciously banishing the memory, wiping the tears from her eyes. Vi is here, her skin is pale, but the best it has been in weeks, her breathing steady. She is here...

Vi was stable, and her father and the other physicians were confidant she was recovering. But none of them could say when she would wake. And every day it grew harder to remain hopeful. They had been fortunate, in that the explosion claimed Ambessa and Viktor both. But that didn't magically erase the suffering they caused. A knock on the door startles her out of her daze.

"Enter" she says firmly, standing and smoothing her pants. Only to smile seeing Mel Medarda herself entering the room.

"Caitlyn darling, how is she?" Mel asks, hugging Caitlyn and sitting down in the other chair.

Caitlyn shrugs, brushing more tears away "Stable... but... she won't wake" she says trying to smile but her face cracks and Mel pulls her into another hug. The two had grown close in the last few weeks, both victims of Ambessa Medarda in their own way.

"Vi is quite possibly the strongest person I have ever known Caitlyn. She will come back to you" Mel says firmly, patting Caitlyn's arm.

Caitlyn smiles "Thank you.... I believe in her but... it's been so long. I just.. I just want to hear her. Even if she's telling me to fuck off" she laughs sadly.

Mel laughs "That sounds like her".... "Hey, she's gonna pull through".

They are interrupted by a messenger at the door. Mel takes the note and reads it, her face showing shock but mostly.. curiosity Caitlyn realizes.

"what is it? Cait asks".

"It's Jinx... She wants to come see Vi"

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Later That Evening:

Caitlyn stands as the doors open to her bedroom, and Jinx enters, accompanied by two guards.

"You may leave us" Caitlyn says crisply. They bout look at her... than at Jinx nervously. "tell me soldiers do you believe she helped me save her sisters life simply so she could kill her here? no? You are dismissed".

The two guards threw a nervous and quick salute before rushing out the door, and then it was just the two of them.... and the sleeping Vi. Jinx looked... pale. Even more so than usual, but her face was calm.. more so than Caitlyn had ever seen.

"So... you asked to see her?" Caitlyn says gently, testing the waters

Jinx nods, her big eyes looking around the room in vague wonderment... no... anywhere but her sister.. she doesn't want to see her unbreakable sister this way Caitlyn realizes and is shocked in a moment of heartbreak for Jinx.

"I just um.. I have some things that I really need to say to her.. And I'm afraid if I wait to long, I may never be able to...." Jinx says quietly, starting at the floor.

Caitlyn feels a shock of pain for her go through her chest.. "I know how that feels. Do you want some privacy?"

Jinx shakes her head "please.. please don't go" in a soft and small voice. Caitlyn nods her head "I'm here.. I swear it".

Caitlyn stands a little ways back, and watches in shock as Jinx climbs into the bed, until she is able to hug Vi's arm... like she is a little kids who just wants her sister...

"I love you Vi..." Jinx says softly, hugging her sisters muscular arm. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you more.. I'm sorry I never apologized for my part in everything, never appreciated what you went through keeping us safe. I'm sorry I blamed you for leaving when you were literally kidnapped and I... I'm sorry for trying to hurt you before... god.. you spent seven years in that horrible place all alone and what have I done?!" Jinx throws herself onto Vi's chest, hugging her crying and shaking. Caitlyn realizes she has been holding her breath.. tears run down her face and she looks down at the two them, seeing the sisters they should have been.. before the world took their light. She walks slowly and before she can really think about what she's doing, she hugs Jinx to her. The younger girl goes completely stiff, then melts into Caitlyn's arms sobbing...

"Jinx... I have a proposal" Caitlyn says softly.

Jinx just nods her head to continue, still in Caitlyn's arms. Caitlyn clears her throat. "things between us... are never going to be simple. But.. maybe we can work through them together..while you serve your time here in my estate with me, helping care for Vi. Rather than in that bunker... is that.. something you would want?"

Jinx hugs Caitlyn so tight it feels like her ribs are going to crush as Caitlyn pats her back, "Maybe... maybe together we can become strong enough to be the people she deserves" As Jinx starts to respond they are both stopped when they hear a groggy yet affectionate voice "I'm already the luckiest woman alive".

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Like the Tobias one I did this is just another variation on "For the love of god show Vi a little kindness please" I am NOT a writer but hopefully at the very least it will brighten your day haha. Thank you for reading.

[k3n-dyll]

Sorry guys I'm writing the Sev butch4butch blurb and the Ambessa x Sev oneshot I swear but I'm currently in that phase where my period is about to come on and that means I kind of want to Rot In Bed Till Death so it's not flowing to me as easily as it should