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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)

[melmedarda]

Welcome to Noxus Key Art.

[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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WELCOME TO NOXUS, 2025 | Katarina

[isabelawritesthings]

The last dance

Pairing: Katarina x F!reader

Synopsis: You are one of the guests at the Black Rose Ball, and your dance partner catches your eye.

Word count: 823

Warnings: Mentions of war and death, mentions of relationship breakups.

An: I know it's just a cinematic, but my heart can't stand seeing beautiful women in fiction and not writing about them 😭 I tried to make it longer but my creative block isn't helping. (In case you're confused and only know Arcane, Garen is her romantic interest in the lore of League of Legends and Jericho Swain is the one who rules Noxus, Demacia and Ionia are regions that are at war with Noxus.)

What happened in Piltover was surprising for all of Runeterra. A simple inventor becoming a kind of God? Even more so in the city of progress? Simply surprising.

Your parents were longtime members of the Black Rose, and with Mel Medarda's return, the organization needed a distraction. And just like in the times when Noxus was a monarchy ruled by an emperor, why not have a ball?

"You look beautiful.” Your mother said to you. “Do we really have to go to this ball? Are we really going to pretend that Ambessa's daughter isn't coming back to finish us all off?" Your mother looked surprised. "You better not say things like that at the ball.” Your father enters the room. "We're going to be late like this, ladies."

It was a masquerade ball, as the Black Rose always liked anonymity, but you didn't care, you wouldn't be wearing a mask that night, you thought the masks were too ugly to wear.

“Honey, do you mind if me and your father go say hi to some friends?" Your mother asked. "No, I think I'll just dance a little." You walk out onto the dance floor, and dance with the first person you see, not caring who it is under that mask. “You dance very well," said the masked person, it was a female voice. "Thank you... Are you part of the Black Rose, or are you just one of those nobles they invited?" The person behind the mask laughed. "You tell me, you're not wearing a mask after all.”

“Those are pretty ugly." You and your dance partner change positions. "I prefer you like this without the mask, you're very pretty.” You gave a small laugh. "You must be the one who's beautiful, redheads usually are." The woman looked you in the eyes. "Maybe we could talk in a more private place." You smiled. "I'd love to." The two of you walked to the garden.

In the garden, the mysterious woman takes off her mask, you weren't wrong, she was indeed beautiful. "Nice to meet you, Katarina." you smiled. "Y/N." Katarina sits on the garden bench. "Your parents are members of the Black Rose, aren't they?” You sit down next to her. "Yes, long before I was born." She gives a shy laugh. "They're all liars and murderers... You don't look like one of them.”

“And I'm not, it's just my parents who have these crazy ideologies of theirs, if I could, I'd be in Demacia or Ionia right now, but I would rule out going to Ionia, there's a very anti-Noxian sentiment there thanks to the war.” Katarina looks at the floor. "Demacia... That name brings back memories." You looked curious. "Are you from there?" Katarina looks at you. "No, I was born right here... It's just that it was there that I lived the best moment of my life, because I found love." You looked even more curious.

“Garen, his name is Garen, he was in the Demacian army, it could never work since we are also at war with Demacia, he would probably be executed for treason if anyone found out.” She looked sad. "Jericho Swain is still going to destroy this country with those stupid wars!" She looked at you again. "I still love him, but it could never work." You changed the subject. "So, what are you doing here? You don't look like a member of the Black Rose." Her eyes looked at you intently. "Let's just say I came to finish something." You thought it was strange that she was staring at you like that.

“You're taking too much of a risk by meeting me in a secluded location, if I were a spy you'd be dead by now." You looked even more surprised. "I... I... It's just that I found you quite peculiar…” She stopped staring at you. "Peculiar? I've heard better compliments... You look like you're also trying to forget a love." She figured it out pretty quickly. "I fell in love with a girl recently, she was in the army, she ended up dying in Ionia." Katarina's face remained still. "I'm sorry." You looked at her. "Don't be sorry, this fate was already predictable.”

You lost track of how much time you spent talking to Katarina on that bench, the more you found out about her, the more impressed you were, like how she had been trained by generals from all over the country.

“I think you need to go now, your parents must be worried." She stood up. "Thanks for the evening, I needed a little chat before I do what I came to do." You stood up too. "You keep mentioning this duty you have to do tonight but you never say what it is." She looks at you. "Let's just say it involves shocking some people at this ball."

She kisses you on the cheek before she leaves, you blush slightly.

[ann7av]

Okay, am I tripping or does Katarina (?) looks like the perfect love child of Caitiv??

The hair color (even tho hers is more red than pink), the sharp jaw, mouth shape, the blue eyes, smoky eyeshadow... I'm just saying, but it does look like they put those two in a blender and I'm so glad they did because she's beautiful, and apparently an assassin with raging daddy issues (yay)

Btw, wdym Pilltover was the SAFEST path to test out things??? Ambessa was the SAFEST choice???? AMBESSA??? Oh, we're so cooked, she was playing with the false messiah, fascism AND Mel simultaneously like it was disneyland just imagine what those two gothic divas will be doing to top that

[mywomankatarina]

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧

Katarina x f! reader - Arcane

Synopsis:

You knew Katarina would overreact. She always did when it came to your safety. That’s why, after a mission gone slightly wrong, you made the conscious decision not to tell her about the injury you sustained. It wasn’t that bad—just a deep cut along your ribs. Nothing life-threatening, nothing you couldn’t handle.

So, you did what any reasonable person would do: you cleaned it up, wrapped it tightly, and went about your day like nothing had happened.

You thought you had gotten away with it. You thought Katarina would never notice.

You were very, very wrong.

Because when she did find out, she didn’t just get mad—she lost it.

And suddenly, the cut on your side wasn’t the biggest problem anymore.

The moment you stepped back into the house, you could already tell Katarina was in a mood.

She stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed, her emerald eyes locked onto you the second you walked through the door. Her gaze swept over you with calculated sharpness, assessing, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

You kept your face neutral, your movements steady.

“Finally,” she muttered, rolling her shoulders. “You were gone longer than expected.”

You shrugged, making your way toward the bedroom. “Got held up.”

That was technically true. You had gotten held up—just not in the way she thought. The mission had been simple, but things had taken an unexpected turn, and in the chaos, you had taken a blade to the side. It wasn’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but it was deep enough to be a problem if you weren’t careful.

But you had been careful. You had cleaned the wound, wrapped it tightly beneath your shirt, and made sure to move as normally as possible on the way home.

You had this under control.

Or so you thought.

Because the moment you stepped past her, Katarina’s fingers shot out, wrapping around your wrist in a firm grip.

Your stomach dropped.

She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she pulled you back toward her. “Why are you walking like that?”

Shit.

“I’m not walking like anything.” You forced a casual expression, willing yourself not to wince as her sharp gaze flickered over you again.

Katarina’s eyes darkened slightly. “You are,” she said, voice laced with suspicion. “You’re stiff. And you’re favoring your right side.”

Damn it.

You kept your expression even, slipping into a well-practiced lie. “I’m just tired. It was a long mission.”

For a second, you thought she bought it.

Then, without warning, her hand shot out, pressing firmly against your ribs.

A sharp, agonizing pain exploded through your side.

You barely managed to choke back a gasp, your entire body flinching violently away from her touch.

And that was it. That was all it took.

Katarina’s entire expression shifted.

Her eyes flashed with something dangerous—something wild and furious as she stared at you, her hand still hovering in the air where she had touched you.

“You’re hurt.”

It wasn’t a question.

Your pulse skyrocketed. “It’s nothing—”

“You lied to me.”

Fuck.

Before you could react, Katarina moved.

In a blur of motion, she had you backed against the nearest wall, her hands gripping your arms, her face mere inches from yours.

Her breathing was sharp, uneven, her emerald eyes burning with something raw. “Take off your shirt.”

Your face flamed. “Katarina—”

“Now.”

You hesitated, trying to think of a way out of this, but the look on her face made it clear—there was no way out.

Sighing, you relented. With slow, careful movements, you peeled your shirt off, revealing the hastily wrapped bandages underneath.

Katarina’s breath hitched.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then, her fingers gently reached out, tracing the edges of the bloodied bandage with an almost haunted look in her eyes.

“…How bad is it?” Her voice was quiet, but there was something lethal lurking beneath it.

“It’s just a cut,” you murmured. “I handled it.”

Katarina’s jaw clenched.

She grabbed the bandage and began unwrapping it with practiced ease. You didn’t protest—there was no point anymore. She worked in silence, her lips pressed into a tight line as she revealed the deep, still-angry wound along your ribs.

Her fingers trembled.

For the first time, she looked scared.

“You should’ve told me,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You sighed, placing a hand over hers. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

Her eyes snapped up, furious. “That’s not your decision to make.”

You exhaled, exhaustion starting to set in. “Katarina—”

She snapped.

“Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if that cut was just a little deeper?” Her voice was shaking. “Do you know what it would’ve done to me if you didn’t come home at all?”

Your chest tightened.

You had expected her to be angry. You had expected her to yell.

But this—this fear in her voice, this desperation in her eyes—this was different.

You softened. “I’m okay,” you whispered.

Katarina’s hands clenched into fists before she let out a slow, controlled breath. She carefully reached for the nearby medical supplies, pulling out fresh bandages. “Sit down,” she muttered.

You obeyed, letting her kneel beside you as she cleaned the wound with gentle precision.

Her fingers, usually so steady, still trembled slightly.

You watched her, your heart aching. “Katarina…”

She didn’t look up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Katarina.”

She paused, her shoulders tense.

Slowly, she exhaled, setting down the bandages before finally meeting your gaze.

Her eyes were glassy.

“I can’t lose you,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I won’t.”

You felt something inside you crack.

Guilt swelled in your chest as you reached out, cupping her cheek. “You won’t,” you promised.

Katarina leaned into your touch, closing her eyes for just a moment before shaking her head. “Just—don’t ever do this again,” she murmured, her voice raw. “Don’t hide things from me.”

You nodded, rubbing slow circles against her cheek with your thumb. “I won’t.”

She studied you for a moment longer, as if deciding whether to believe you. Then, with a sigh, she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

You smiled. “But you love me.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Unfortunately.”

You laughed softly before wincing as a sharp pain shot through your side.

Katarina immediately pulled back, glaring. “That’s what you get for being an idiot.”

You smirked. “And yet, you’re still babying me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Shut up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, letting her finish bandaging you up, knowing full well that—for the next few weeks—Katarina wouldn’t let you out of her sight.

And honestly?

You didn’t mind at all.

Author's note — Since there's no fic of katarina, I've decided that I write story about her. I really love her, even though she's not a girl kisser. By the way request are open.

[whitebirdnoir]

Katarina in Welcome to Noxus - Bite Marks

[aveimperator40k]

Basically a teaser for the next show.

1. Leblanc, Mel and Vladimir. She wants to focus on that last gyph....something that scares the ancient vampire. Mordekaiser? Swain and the demons? Hmm.

2. Katerina is a fully-grown assassin. They will connect to Demacia somehow.

3. Darius is a natural fit for a third character. He will likely assist Mel against the Rose. He is nobility and the belief in Noxus personified. He will be the Ekko of the show. He's fighting a troll in the Freljord. Not Ninjas in Ionia. This mean the second Ionian invasion hasn't happened. The revolution hasn't happened. Noxus is still ruled by an emperor.

4. Swain will be a big part. Perhaps in the shadows at first. Guiding Mel against the Rose.

https://youtu.be/I76wvt0aEE4?si=eA9Z1jP8WpsnNxKP

[questionablecuttlefish]

In defense of KataGaren...

Seen this ship cop a bit of flak after the Bite Marks video dropped...I think mostly because Arcane Only fans taking their first look at Katarina and going "PLEASE TELL US SHE'S A GIRLKISSER OH WAIT WHAT"

I mean she could be, I don't make the rules. But bashing poor Garen over it is a bit uncalled for and just plain mean. KataGaren's actually one of the few M/F League ships I kinda like.

Hear me out.

It's actually two-sided and they're actually on equal footing.

I know, shocking right, but most of the other M/F ships where they aren't either already a couple or already freaking married are in some way one sided? The Guy Likes The Girl and we either never get to see how she feels back or she has no idea who TF he is and is weirded out when he fail-flirts with her or there's some toxic power dynamic because League sure doesn't like giving its women agency in their M/F relationships unless the couple's introduced expressly as a couple.

There's an underlying comphet, "he wants her, so of course it's going to happen" that icks me out and I can't shake it away.

KataGaren though? They've got a pretty simple, straightforward 'loyal-warriors-for-rival-nations-but-we-had-a-couple-of-sword-fights-and-realized-we-are-hot-for-each-other-oh-no' dynamic.

The attraction is clearly mutual, they're equals on the field of battle and respect each other's prowess and loyalty to their nation even if they're enemies, no one is trying to fix anyone or manipulate anyone outside of the fairly transparent "I'll do whatever the mission takes, even taking you down" that they are both clearly aware of.

They just keep bumping into each other in dangerous situations and having flirty fights.

The straight-laced stoic paladin hero guy getting flustered but also excited by the flirtatious edgy assassin femme fatale who thinks riling him up is kinda cute actually oh wait damn do I like him never ceases to be funny.

Their dialogue in...LoR I think? Where they're throwing the expected threats at each other and then whispering asides planning a date later will never not be cute and funny.

Lux giving them both shit about it will never not be funny.

If you want to take it seriously, Katarina assassinating King Jarvan 3 is a pretty big point of conflict for the relationship if Garen ever finds out.

Garen would be the most boring character in League, Generic WhiteGuy Hero McChonkJaw, if it weren't for the fact that he's a GIGANTIC hypocrite

He's unswervingly devoted to his Duty And Honor as the front man of DEMACIAAAA including when he knows his duty is morally wrong.

But he genuinely loves his sister and has lied all his life to keep her secret safe.

And he's utterly smitten with a dangerous enemy agent who literally assassinated his king.

Katarina is a sexy edgy femme fatale stereotype on legs (and what legs they are) but as depicted in the Kat comic and some of her other material, she's also kind of a goofball and in her own special way, a gigantic faildaughter.

So there's an element that KataGaren is this edgy ship but it's also basically vanilla-flavored enemies-to-lovers and that's sometimes just fine.

And they're also kinda a pair of doofuses who are barely equipped by their respective traumatic nationalist upbringings to navigate whatever's going on between them.

She's got a couple of F/F ships if that's more to your taste and that's totally fine.

But there's nothing wrong with KataGaren and I like it.

[thesheriffandthebrawler]

WOMAN.

[xnda]

elise, mel, katarina and leblanc bite marks icons

[snooompy]

its my first time doing perspective or foreshortening whatever its called pls dont judge me im scared