#katarina

[bestwitchsam]

Katarina Art

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Same interaction lol

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"I LIKE IT WHEN THE BITE MARKS CUT THROUGH THE SKIN" -WELCOME TO NOXUS SEASON START CINEMATIC

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Welcome to Noxus Katarina The Sinister Blade vs Elise The Spider Queen

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Welcome to Noxus - Bite Marks (ft. TEYA) ↳ “Noxus is where the strong gather. It seeks the fearless and defiant. Calling them here... to answer one simple question: Are you strong enough?”

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she's so fine 🌹

[xnda]

katarina du couteau - welcome to noxus (x)

[258punkweight]

fuck all life

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Katarina vs Elise League of Legends - Welcome to Noxus

[thesecondhandwoman]

SEVERED TIES

Katarina x f!reader

Synopsis: You and Katarina were once lovers, now enemies hunting after one another, but even love from the past can cause hesitation in the final blow.

A/N: Just because Katarina isn’t a girl kisser doesn’t mean I won’t make her one (because yes, I need her to be).

The air was thick with tension, the kind that felt like it could crush you if you dared to breathe too deeply. The abandoned building groaned under its own weight, its decaying walls a reflection of the battlefield that was about to unfold.

Katarina prowled silently through the dim corridor, her twin daggers a natural extension of her hands. The chill in the air prickled against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her. Somewhere in the shadows, you were waiting. She knew it.

And she hated that she could still feel you like this, even after all these years.

“Still as quiet as ever,” Katarina muttered under her breath, lips twitching into a humorless smile.

You had always been good at hiding, better at slipping away. She remembered the way you used to vanish into the night, leaving her alone in dark alleys or behind enemy lines. But tonight, there would be no escape.

A whisper of movement behind her. Katarina spun, her blade slicing through the air just as you ducked beneath it. Your own dagger flashed in the dim light, aimed for her ribs. She twisted, the blade missing its mark by a hair.

“Ah, hi there, Kat,” you said, your voice low and dangerous.

Katarina’s green eyes narrowed. “You’ve gotten sloppy, Y/N.”

Your smirk was as sharp as the blade in your hand. “Or maybe you’re just getting predictable.”

The sound of movement came from her left, and Katarina turned just in time to block your strike. Steel met steel with a deafening clang, the force of your blow sending a jolt up her arm.

Your eyes locked as you pressed closer, the fury in your gaze almost palpable. “You’ve got nerve showing your face here,” you spat, shoving her back.

Katarina stumbled but recovered quickly, flipping one of her daggers in her hand. “And you’ve got nerve thinking you can take me after all these years .”

The fight exploded into chaos. Blades clashed in a flurry of sparks, each strike more calculated than the last. You moved with a precision that mirrored her own, every feint and lunge like a reflection of battles long past. It was infuriating how well you still knew her, every weakness, every opening.

But Katarina knew you, too.

“You’ve improved,” she admitted, her tone almost mocking as she ducked under your blade.

“Why are you here, Kat?” you demanded, your blade catching the light as you deflected another attack due to your miss.

“Why are you here?” Katarina countered, her voice tight with frustration.

You hesitated, and she saw the flicker of something in your eyes—guilt, perhaps, or maybe sorrow. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the steely resolve she had come to expect.

Your blades locked, your faces inches apart. The proximity was suffocating, the weight of your shared history pressing down like a vice.

The hesitation cost you. Katarina moved like lightning, her dagger finding its mark as it sliced across your arm. You hissed in pain, retreating a step as blood seeped through your sleeve.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Katarina said, her voice softer now.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

She pushed you back, breaking the stalemate. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said coldly, though her voice wavered. “It was for the mission.”

Your laugh was bitter, almost deranged. “The mission? Don’t lie to me, Kat. You left because you couldn’t handle the consequences of what we had.”

“Don’t you dare—”

“What we had meant nothing to you, didn’t it?” you shouted, your voice cracking. “You sold me out for glory. For Noxus.”

Katarina flinched as if you had struck her. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I don’t?” you spat, your grip tightening on your blade. “Then tell me, Katarina. Tell me how it felt to leave me bleeding in the dirt while you walked away without looking back.”

Her heart twisted, memories flooding her mind, memories she had spent years trying to bury. She had walked away, yes, but not because she wanted to. She had been given an impossible choice: you or her family, her duty. And she had chosen wrong.

But she couldn’t say that now. Not here.

“I did what I had to,” Katarina said, her voice colder than the steel in her hands.

“No, you did what you wanted to do.”

You lunged at her, your blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. She dodged narrowly, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a fight, it was an execution.

And you were ready to deliver the final blow.

The moment came when you feinted to her right, spinning behind her and hooking your leg around hers. Katarina hit the ground hard, her dagger slipping from her grasp as you pressed your blade to her neck.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t end this,” you said, your voice trembling.

Katarina’s chest heaved, her green eyes locked on yours. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it already.”

You hesitated, the weight of her words settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I trusted you,” you whispered, the blade in your hand shaking. “I loved you.”

Katarina’s lips parted as if to respond, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn’t let this end here.

In a swift, brutal motion, her hand shot to the dagger strapped to her boot. She drove it into your thigh, the blade sinking deep into muscle.

You screamed, the pain blinding as your grip faltered. Katarina seized the opportunity, shoving you off her and rolling back to her feet.

But even them, she wasn’t done.

She lunged at you before you could recover, her body colliding with yours and pinning you to the cold, bloodstained floor. Your weapons clattered out of reach as her weight pressed down on you, her dagger flashing in the dim light.

You struggled, your movements frantic and desperate, but she was faster, stronger. Katarina’s knee pressed into your injured thigh, and you cried out, your strength fading with each passing second.

“Stay down, Y/N,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “I don’t want to hurt you further.”

Your vision blurred as she shifted, her dagger slashing across your arm to disarm you further. The pain was unbearable, but you refused to scream again.

“Damn it, Kat,” you gasped, blood pooling beneath you. “Just finish it.”

Katarina hesitated. Her dagger hovered over your throat, her green eyes flickering with something you couldn’t name.

“I can’t,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, her fist came down hard, striking the side of your head. The world tilted, and darkness crept in at the edges of your vision.

As you slipped into unconsciousness, you felt the faintest brush of her hand against your cheek, a touch so fleeting you might have imagined it.

Katarina worked quickly, tying your wrists and ankles with lengths of cord she had tucked into her belt. Her hands shook as she tightened the knots, her mind racing.

She looked down at you, at the blood staining your clothes, at the soft rise and fall of your chest.

Memories clawed at her mind: the way you used to look at her with unshakable trust, the nights you had spent whispering secrets and dreams. She had ruined all of that.

But it was better this way. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“I told you I didn’t want to hurt you,” Katarina whispered, though she knew you couldn’t hear her.

With one last look, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the only person who had ever truly known her.

A/N: Wish I made this longer because this woman deserves it, but the next one will be about Leblanc.

Taglist (completely forgot): @halle5s @lilyyx0 @imfckngfantastic @fict1onallyobsessed @sugrcookiiee @isabelawritesthings @thatonetargaryen @coffee-is-my-oxygen

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🕷️🕸️ What happens in Noxus... 🗡️🩸

This took like 12 very inefficient hours. Lmao.

[bestwitchsam]

Elise and Katarina Fight Gifs

~Gifs belong to me~

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(W) Preparation - (E) Shunpo - (Passive) Voracity

Welcome to Noxus

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"Bite Marks" Cinematic +LeBlanc's magic

[headcanonsandmore]

Doctor Who companions summarised in ten words or less (classic edition)

Susan Foreman: Gallifreyan teenager abandoned on post-apocolyptic earth because love.

Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright: Married schoolteachers educate grumpy alien about morality.

Vicki Pallister: New granddaughter acquired!

Steven Taylor: Future Blue Peter presenter enjoys double act with adoptive sisters.

Katarina: She's lovely- oh, wait, now she's dead.

Sara Kingdom: She's cool- oh, wait, now she's dead.

Dodo Chaplet: Northerner loses accent due to BBC classism, more at ten.

Ben Jackson and Polly Wright: Opposites attract couple near-immediately overshadowed by new companion.

Jamie McCrimmon: Himbo highlander as gay as sixties television will allow.

Victoria Waterfield: Nineteenth century teenager has worst week of her life.

Zoe Heriot: Master martial artist knows one (1) throw.

Liz Shaw: Scientist is too competent for this nonsense.

Jo Grant: Cinnimon roll has no self-preservation instinct.

Sarah-Jane Smith: Feminist journalist surrounded by idiotic military men.

Harry Sullivan: Otherwise-sensible medical professional becomes world's biggest imbecile.

Leela of the Sevateem: Knife lady kicks ass, takes names.

K9: Robotic dog malfunctions for ninety minutes.

Romana: Sheltered Gallifreyan has surprisingly good fashion.

Adric: Math kid go boom!

Tegan Jovanka and Nyssa Of Traken: Hypercompetent space girlfriends have unintentional homoerotic subtext.

Vislor Turlough: Universes most incompetent assassin accidentally becomes friends with intended target.

Kamelion: BBC producer gets tricked into buying cursed prop.

Peri Brown: Dubiously-accented botanist struggles with sexism and BBC wardrobe department.

Mel Bush: Health nut weaponises volume of scream.

Ace McShane: Awesome butch bisexual pyromaniac hits things with baseball bat.

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