#viego requests

[collidescopeeyes]

HCs for how Pyke, Swain, and Viego would go about trying to confess their feelings to a fem!reader? For whatever reason they feel like they HAVE TOO.

Viego isn't much for planning these sorts of things; it is a historically recognised fact that with his first wife he fell in love at first sight and proposed on the spot. That being said, he's reflected that that might put you a tad on the spot, even if he's not really the king of anything anymore, so he refrains (barely) from offering to marry you on the spot. Still, the second he recognizes what he's feeling it gets caught in his chest like a shaken-up champagne bottle–he has to tell you, it'll eat him up inside until he does. Again, for better or worse this man thinks with his heart first and head second, so the moment he sees you it just comes bursting out of him. It is the most romantic, heartfelt confession you've ever heard–he tells you everything he loves about you with such absolute earnestness that it is literally impossible to doubt his sincerity, it's written all over his face how besotted he is. He'll be honest that he knows that there are many, many reasons you might not feel the same and he can't blame you for that, but if by some miracle you felt the same he swears by his own crown that he'll do everything in his power to make you happy and prove himself worthy of your love. It's not technically a marriage proposal, but it's pretty close. If you reciprocate he's literally overjoyed, like picks you up and spins you around ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear.

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Externally, Pyke looks like he's on his way to kill someone. Internally, he is stressed out of his mind. He's not good with words–he knows this, you know this, literally everyone who's ever met him knows this. If ‘the’ is the most common vocalisation in the history of language, his was probably an ambivalent grunt. He's even worse at talking about feelings–with the exception of anger, him and feelings have a tense working relationship at best. He's not the type to get attached to people, and by the time he realizes how in deep he is he's absolutely petrified of somehow fucking it up–and lord does it take him a while to realize. He doesn't examine his feelings often, just acts on them, and you're as close as this town can get to an angel so obviously he wants to be around you all the time, duh. Also, you're gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that, of course he'd get distracted with how your hair looked in the sun, he's not fucking blind. That weird feeling in his chest was probably just a side effect of being sorta-dead–it’s not like he has a heart that can skip a beat. Anyway, once the other shoe drops, he's entering pure suffering mode–he has to tell you, but how? He'll enlist help from the few people who tolerate him in Bilgewater (namely Illaoi, but Sarah Fortune also weasels her way in because this is the funniest fucking thing she's ever heard and who cares how she heard. He begrudgingly accepts because he's just that desperate not to fuck this up), and he walks away with a reasonable plan for how he's gonna confess that goes immediately out the window the second he sees you. Just head blank, heart in throat, what was he gonna say again? He's staring, and you ask if he's feeling okay, and he just blurts out that he loves you, he's been in love with you for months and he didn't know how to tell you so he just…is. It comes out sounding like a threat. He briefly considers swimming into the crushing abyss of the sea never to be seen again. He scrubs a hand over his face because he really does not want to see the look on your face right now and clarifies that nothing needs to change between you and he knows he's a fucking disaster of a person, he just thought you should know. He's genuinely shocked if you reciprocate, that absolutely was not how he saw this going, and his expression doesn't really change beyond his eyes widening but he's so relieved he feels like he's gonna pass out.

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Swain is hands down the most put together. He’s a very down to earth person–he pretty quickly recognizes his feelings and comes to terms with them, and then puts together a plan. He invites you out to a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant (which, if he's sure it wouldn't bother you, he'd rent out just for you two) and picks you up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He's a perfect gentlemen the whole time, like pulls your chair out and offers you his arm style, and he's remarkably suave when he wants to be. Then you go for a scenic walk–the Noxus Prime might not be the most photogenic place but the harbor is quite pretty at night, and he happens to have his own private dock that, of course, is empty this time of night. Under the moonlight, he very calmly and sincerely expresses how he feels about you, and he'd be deeply honored if you'd allow him to court you. He's very charming, but leaves you space to graciously decline if you don't feel the same, or for any of the other very good reasons you think a relationship might not work out with him. Either way he's prepared to accept the outcome. If you reciprocate, he'll let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding and sweep you into the most romantic kiss you've ever seen outside of a hallmark movie.

[saey707]

hey i saw your post abt viego!! if you're willing could you do smth about him helping a (female) reader with low self esteem?? ty ♥️♥️

✿ Prompt: Viego adores you ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author's Note: Hello, anon! I love your request and was super eager to execute it as soon as possible ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Keep in mind, I tried to execute King Viego in this headcanon, but you can envision him as post Ruination if you please! Hope you enjoy! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Your doting husband Viego worships the very grounds you walk upon. There isn't a single imperfection he can see in you, though, he can see very well that you don't feel the same way about yourself as he does you.

You saw the way people looked at you among the castle, the streets, and all the royal banquets and ceremonies. You heard of how people spoke of you, often with negative connotations and spite, because Camavor was not your home of origin.

It seemed like everyone believed you were out for nothing but power and a place on the throne of a domineering nation, beside an even more powerful conquistador, with the body of an Adonis and the hair of a fairytale Prince.

But Viego never once thought poorly of you.

He adored the curve of your lips, the softness of your smiles, and the selfless heart that allowed you to see the good in others... Even a man as arrogant and entitled as Viego.

Viego had hoped the little things like gifting you new dresses made of Ionian silk, jeweled necklaces, and gold bengals would be enough to allow you to see how beautiful you looked to him. However, materialistic things were never enough.

But your husband's innermost thoughts and the deep feelings he possessed about you definitely made the most significant impact.

From the day Viego discovered how poignant his words were to you, he made sure daily affirmations about everything he loved about you became a regular reminder. Never once would Viego allow you to think negatively about yourself, so long as he could prevent it!

He would serenade you with songs he wrote and distract your mind with one-on-one dances across hallways.

He would remind you of all your talents and why he fell in love with you in the first place over anyone he could have possibly had as a wife in Camavor... Well- Viego never said that last part, but still! While you stuck out like a sore thumb among the Camavoran people, that was only one more thing to add to the endless list of reasons why he fell in love with you!

Even though it was nothing new for Viego to show you physical affection, he still always did and would do more!

Viego removed his gloves whenever he dared to place a hand upon your soft skin, and he was always gentle as he caressed your face. He would begin by brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, dragging his fingers across the frame of your jawline. Then, his thumbs would graze over your painted lips, the hopeless romantic leaning in ever so slowly to capture your lips with his own in a passionate kiss.

He would listen to your woes and everything that made you feel lowly about yourself. And he would counterargue your insecurities, conquering them head-on and trying his best to allow you to see the good in yourself, as you so did with your others.

And if that doesn't work, he'll begin to open up about his own insecurities... As much as he hates to discuss his own fears and woes about himself, he knows you would never think ill of him. So why should you think ill of yourself?

The Camavoran King knows insecurities and low self-esteem are things that can't be cured overnight. But he hopes each and every day you know and are reminded just how much he loves you.

[smoochie150]

For an outfit prompt request I got on Twitter for pentakill viego!

I was genuinely just fucking around with this so I’m very pleased with the result. Maybe my watercolors are slowly improving yippee!!

[wardens-art]

"Marketable Blobs"

Swain, Teemo and Viego were KoFi requests!

For one KoFI I can make one for you as well!

Just let me know your champion pick!

[yourfavispolish]

viego pentakill (kevin) z leagueoflegends jest polskim gwiazdorem, request z dedykacją dla użytkownika papuchochoł <3

Wiego pentakill from league of legends is a polish rock star! Wiego pentakill z league of legends jest polskim gwiazdorem!

(dedicated to user @papuchochoł)

[togetherhearted]

I thought I'd give you another idea. Viego x Unicorn Princess!Reader. She is the princess of the Silver Forest and she can transform from a beautiful white unicorn into a beautiful girl (Yes, someone recently watched "The Last Unicorn."). Thank you very much!

I am sadly unfamiliar with this...film?Is that a film?

But I loved the idea so,with a bit of improv. here's your request

VIEGO X UNICORN PRINCESS!READER

Viego was certain of something. He wanted you, and you couldn't escape his undying love. You struck him as your unicorn form changed into a human. Your feet in the crystal lake late at night. Viego watched you with wide eyes. You weren't aware of his presence. You weren't aware of his growing desire for you. The king couldn't stop thinking about you from that night on. He kept coming to the lake to catch a glimpse of you. To see you change your form from unicorn to human and vice versa. Love knew no bounds;that what Viego said to himself. He mustered his courage one night. The stars were shining;just like your splendid form standing in the lake. He approached you with a small smile and saccharine words. You sensed something was wrong as he came closer and closer to you...

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

I am a 100 pages deep into Ruination now (the League of Legends novel featuring Kalista) and I got to say, this is good. I wonder how it is from someone who doesn't know a thing, but the moment you do all the hints and stuff hinting at what is to come is just delightful.

At the same time this book managed to something every single League property has failed to do so: making Viego rightfully scary. Not because of his emotional tantrums, amassed wealth and/or powers, but because once the man's mind is fixated on something, he can ACTUALLY BE COMPETENT TO A DISTURBING DEGREE.

Viego consulted 50 years of sea-charts and dug through 500+ years worth of archives to locate Helia. Within a few days.

Granted he, looked like THIS when he presented his findings...

... but he was ENTIRELY CORRECT!

It might be hard to realize at first glance, but let me pin down the specifics:

Viego had no issues with the lingual drift inherent in centuries worth of chronicles and archive texts

He was also capable of reading nautical charts a skill I assume is NOT typically part of a royal education of an mostly land-focussed country, especially not those 50+ years old.

He then had the wits to consolidate that knowledge into a new chart, and THEN sifted through the nautical logs of ships that ever got off their intended course at the suspicious area until he found a pattern there.

It is easy to imagine that there was an army of scholars and intellectuals helping him, but simply coordinating them would have been impossible at that time, especially with his paranoia getting worse. All he had was him requesting stuff and people brought it, while he was digging through it, with maybe his old Nunyo giving advice or translating a term here or there.

Viego is often defined by his ego, his emotionality, and a not exactly pleasant personality - and while those things can fit his antagonistic status, all that does not turn him into a fearsome villian. What does, however, is that underneath all that, there's a BLOODY GENIUS. The Ruined King while on a temper-tantrum might be a force to be reckoned with, but I'd rather not be opposing him when he's actually calm for once.

Also I know Nunyo Necrit is supposed to be an old grouchy man but all I can hear when he speaks is the youtuber who he is named after. Adds to the experience, if you ask me.

[unboundndd]

Hello Hello! Welcome to my blog/writing dump ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

I used to write in my free time and missed being part of a community so I decided to start a new blog since I'm interested in League of Legends. I will mostly write character x reader scenarios, headcanons and maybe some longer stories. I will treat darker themes in this blog so please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to the subjects I tag in my posts.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin

Mi, 20+, She/her, EU

Katana dilf enthusiast! Favorites: older Ubisoft games, Metal Gear Solid, Mother Mother, Wowaka, PinocchioP, Angelic Pretty. Champs: Yone, Sona, Thresh, Morgana, Neeko.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lore knowledge, what I'd like to write

I like to think that i have a decent grasp on LoL's lore and the lore of skinlines skinlines so here's some characters I currently would like to write for. If your character doesn't appear in this list it doesn't mean that I won't write them, so don't be shy and send an ask if you'd wish. Aatrox, Ahri, Aphelios, Diana, Evelynn, Jhin, Kai'Sa, Kayn, Morgana, Leona, Rakan, Renata Glasc, Seraphine, Sett, Shen, Sona, Swain, Thresh, Vayne, Viego, Xayah, Yasuo, Yone, Zed.

I figured I'd add some skinlines too.

Pentakill universe, Nightbringer/Dawnbringer, Spirit Blossom, K/DA, High Noon, Pool party/Ocean song, Project, Cosmic/Dark cosmic. ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Rules for requesting and content warnings

If you'd like to request, please keep in mind that it may take time for them to get written out or I might never write them at all. I'd rather concentrate on less request but keep the quality high than to give everyone sloppy, disappointing writing! If you don't specify the gender of the reader (especially with NSFW requests) I will keep my terminology as gender neutral as possible.

I will list some of the things that may appear in my content:

Fluff/Platonic/Smut

Yandere

Violence (not explicitly described)

Discrimination (in fantasy setting, never protrayed positively) I will also list my bounduaries on things i will not write in any setting: CSA, or anything to do with the canonical minors Extreme fetishes, consensual non consent Homophobia, racism, dictatorship in a positive light

I hope that this post has been comprehensive enough, soon I will post something that is more interesting than rules! See you all then ^^

[solar-eclippse]

If you're interested in sending a request or responding to an ask game, or just want to know what to expect from this blog, here's a list of characters and ships that I've written for or am interested in trying out. Favorites are bolded.

Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu

Abijah Fowler

Heiji Shindo

Taigen

Akemi

Ringo

Madame Kaji

Fowzu

Fowdo

Taimizu

Akemizu

Rinmizu

Taikemi

Overwatch

Moira O'Deorain

Siebren de Kuiper/Sigma

Sombra

Brigitte

Junker Queen

Doomfist

Mauga

Ramattra

Lifeweaver

Mercy

Ashe

Reaper

Widowmaker

Moira x Mercy

Moira x Lifeweaver

Sombra x Sigma

Mercy x Pharah

Moira x Sombra

Moira x Junker Queen

Sombra x Widowmaker

RWBY

Ruby Rose

Blake Belladonna

Cinder Fall

Tyrian Callows

Arthur Watts

Qrow Branwen

Weiss Schnee

Yang Xiao Long

Jaune Arc

Pyrrha Nikos

Lie Ren

Nora Valkyrie

Hazel Rainart

Salem

Emerald Sustrai

Mercury Black

James Ironwood

Sun Wukong

Adam Taurus

Neopolitan

Ruby x Cinder

Ruby x Jaune

Ruby x Blake

Yang x Weiss

Yang x Mercury

Tyrian x Blake

Tyrian x Salem

Blake x Sun

Sun x Adam

Qrow x Winter

Tyrian x Watts

Tyrian x Qrow

Weiss x Ironwood

Weiss x Watts

Weiss x Adam

Mercury x Emerald

Yang x Ren

Yang x Hazel

League of Legends/Arcane

Jinx

Vi

Caitlyn Kiramman

Viego

Nilah

Evelynn

Kayn

Jhin

Ekko

Hwei

Seraphine

Vayne

Silco

Taliyah

Miss Sarah Fortune

Akshan

Ahri

Illaoi

Renata Glasc

Akali

Kai'sa

Ezreal

Viktor

Jayce

Jhinhwei

Vijinx

Caitjinx

Caitvi

Ahrilynn

Bel'veth x Kai'sa

Ezko

Illaoi x Miss Fortune

Jayvik

Viktor x Renata Glasc

Jilco

Kaikali

Caitjayce

Darius x Garen

Ekkojinx

Vieshan

Nilah x Akshan

Nilah x Viego

Evelynn x Jhin

Evelynn x Vayne

Ezreal x Kai'sa

Ezjinx

Jinx x Kayn

Kai'sa x Seraphine

Kai'sa x Taliyah

[weavesouls]

I. AFFILIATION

This is an Independent Canon divergent Isolde rp blog. I have no ties with Riot Games, nor do I claim ownership of the character or game. I simply role play the character I have grown to love and adore for so long. The only things I own on this blog are art I may or may not post unless stated otherwise.

This is my take on Isolde, pretty canon divergent. Keep in mind, she can be sweet and kind, or over dramatic and mean to your muse. I do not condone her acts. Do not confuse mun with muse. If she is not your cup of tea the unfollow button is at the top.

By default my Isolde is ressurected, but if you want her before ‘death’ please specify!

II. BASIC RULES

(Just read these for the short version of my rules!)

✰ NO GODMODDING! That one is pretty self explanatory and obvious. Just don’t do it. It isn’t fun for anyone. ✰ Multiple threads with one person are welcomed. ✰ Tag your content, as i tag mine! ✰ Don’t send hate/anon hate. You’re just wasting your own time and i simply just ignore and block anyways. ✰ Racist, sexist, Transphobic & homphobic muns are NOT welcome here. ✰ Please cut your posts! ✰ Yes, I interact with OCS but I will not follow everyone. I only follow the ones I interact with. I do not like Gary Stu, Mary Stu, Cat girl anime types and Forced ship/Forced child ocs! ✰ Do not take advantage of my kindness and non selectivity. ✰ I AM NOT YOUR MEME SOURCE! please reblog from the source. ✰ I have dyslexia and sometimes trouble reading and understanding and this may come out in my role playing. I try to catch my mistakes before I complete a response but I’m not perfect. ✰ THIS BLOG IS 18+ meaning no minors. Sorry but I am an adult and at times I do rp and reblog adult content.

III. REPLIES

Replies can take a long time as Tumblr is not my main focus. A nudge or poke about our rp is a-ok! I’m so scatterbrained. However, nagging will earn you a block if my warning is ignored.

I usually try to respond to my threads equally, but if I am enjoying a role play thread a lot more I may prioritize it. Do not come at me complaining, I will get to your response when I get time.

Remember, Role Play is a hobby.

IV. INTERACTIONS

I am non-selective, this means I interact with anyone and everyone this includes Ocs, & other fandoms. However if your oc has no bio or is just a “big tiddy anime cat girl” I may not interact.

THE FANDOMS I REFUSE TO INTERACT WITH AND BLOCK ARE; MHA, HOMESTUCK, KILLING STALKING, YBC, MCYT, & DANGANRONPA. Respect this or leave, experience with those rpcs have made me very uncomfortable. If you like it that is okay, just keep it away from me :)

V. SHIPPING

At the moment i am only interested in romantically shipping Isolde with Viego of course, I have thought about being exclusive with one if i one wants to in the future.. but feel free to shoot me an idea! I might like it, I’m a complete shipping whore.

When shipping if you have a preference, please specify if you prefer her more hostile side or more sweet. 

VI. VERSES

WIP

VII. TAGS

For aesthetic reasons in my tags of posts I have tags special text. More tags can be added any time!

i tag my nsfw with nsfw and sinday, but if you want you can also block my special nsfw tag which is;   ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛ. ( nsfw )

VIII. NSFW

NSFW will be present, both mun and muse are legal adults. This can include sexual themes, gore and violence which all will be appropriately tagged. Any smut I might write will be under a read more. She will not just jump into sex with you, that’s where ship chemistry comes into play. I will NOT engage in any sexual stuff with muns & muses -18.

Other nsfw regarding violence, Isolde can and will hurt you if you provoke her. You have been warned. More in depth violence can be role played upon request, tagged appropriately. I will not control or kill off your muse without permission. I ask you do the same.

[collidescopeeyes]

requesting some viego or pyke HCs with a sick reader who is all like "no i'm fine i swear" but girl CLEARLY ain't. swain bonus if you wanna? love ur work!

Sick!Reader HCs with Viego, Pyke & Swain

Viego isn't gonna let you get away that easy, you aren't fooling him. Will literally pick you up and make you rest, you WILL be going to your nice cosy bed with a cup of tea, a handmade lunch and the best medicine money can buy, you do not get a choice about it. You will also be cuddled until you feel better, it's not like he can get sick, he's your 24/7 nurse and if you ask for literally anything he'll go get it (tbf that's true the rest of the time too). Also, he's so worried the whole time, please cooperate and put him out of his misery, he hates seeing you uncomfortable.

Pyke trusts you to know your limits up to a certain point, and after that point you're going to make good choices if he has to drag you kicking and screaming. You're going to bed and you're drinking plenty of water and he brought you medicine, yes he knows it tastes like salty lemon juice and bile, you're drinking it anyway, this is not a negotiation. He has a lot of weird folk remedies that are inexplicably super effective, are absolutely vile to taste, and somehow always involve fish parts. It's bizarre but it works. He'll stay with you the whole time though, and he has a way of stroking your hair and humming that makes you instantly fall asleep no matter how uncomfortable your symptoms are.

Swain’s getting you daily check ups from the Imperial physician, you're not arguing with him about your health, you're arguing with the person with the ten year medical degree + fifteen years practice and honey you're outclassed. He can't really take time off work to look after you but he makes sure you have everything you need to the highest quality before he leaves, and he actually finishes work on time, which is an act of god with the amount he's got in his plate on any given day. There WILL be a bird following you around the whole time he's gone though so he'll know if you're on your bullshit and you WILL be hearing about it later. And possibly pecked if you're trying to do something you really really shouldn't. He'll read you a book to make up for it though, he has a very soothing reading voice.

[meyousing]

I just found you and your blog (by that Viego fic) and wanted to say hi!

You’re a very talented writer. Hope you will publish more league related fics in the future :DDD

hi there!!

thank you so much, i really appreciate that! ૮₍ ꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ ₎ა

i actually do have some league requests and personal works in my drafts/WIP that are almost finished, ive been extremely busy lately and ive basically been MIA on tumblr so for that i apologize, but i will be posting again very soon!! ive been productive in my absence, i promise <3

[weavesouls-a]

I. AFFILIATION

This is an Independent Canon divergent Isolde rp blog. I have no ties with Riot Games, nor do I claim ownership of the character or game. I simply role play the character I have grown to love and adore for so long. The only things I own on this blog are art I may or may not post unless stated otherwise.

This is my take on Isolde, pretty canon divergent. Keep in mind, she can be sweet and kind, or over dramatic and mean to your muse. I do not condone her acts. Do not confuse mun with muse. If she is not your cup of tea the unfollow button is at the top.

By default my Isolde is ressurected, but if you want her before ‘death’ please specify!

II. BASIC RULES

(Just read these for the short version of my rules!)

✰ NO GODMODDING! That one is pretty self explanatory and obvious. Just don’t do it. It isn’t fun for anyone. ✰ Multiple threads with one person are welcomed. ✰ Tag your content, as i tag mine! ✰ Don’t send hate/anon hate. You’re just wasting your own time and i simply just ignore and block anyways. ✰ Racist, sexist, Transphobic & homphobic muns are NOT welcome here. ✰ Please cut your posts! ✰ Yes, I interact with OCS but I will not follow everyone. I only follow the ones I interact with. I do not like Gary Stu, Mary Stu, Cat girl anime types and Forced ship/Forced child ocs! ✰ Do not take advantage of my kindness and non selectivity. ✰ I AM NOT YOUR MEME SOURCE! please reblog from the source. ✰ I have dyslexia and sometimes trouble reading and understanding and this may come out in my role playing. I try to catch my mistakes before I complete a response but I’m not perfect. ✰ THIS BLOG IS 18+ meaning no minors. Sorry but I am an adult and at times I do rp and reblog adult content.

III. REPLIES

Replies can take a long time as Tumblr is not my main focus. A nudge or poke about our rp is a-ok! I’m so scatterbrained. However, nagging will earn you a block if my warning is ignored.

I usually try to respond to my threads equally, but if I am enjoying a role play thread a lot more I may prioritize it. Do not come at me complaining, I will get to your response when I get time.

Remember, Role Play is a hobby.

IV. INTERACTIONS

I am non-selective, this means I interact with anyone and everyone this includes Ocs, & other fandoms. However if your oc has no bio or is just a “big tiddy anime cat girl” I may not interact.

THE FANDOMS I REFUSE TO INTERACT WITH AND BLOCK ARE; MHA, HOMESTUCK, KILLING STALKING, YBC, MCYT, & DANGANRONPA. Respect this or leave, experience with those rpcs have made me very uncomfortable. If you like it that is okay, just keep it away from me :)

V. SHIPPING

At the moment i am only interested in romantically shipping Isolde with Viego of course, I have thought about being exclusive with one if i one wants to in the future.. but feel free to shoot me an idea! I might like it, I’m a complete shipping whore.

When shipping if you have a preference, please specify if you prefer her more hostile side or more sweet. 

VI. VERSES

WIP

VII. TAGS

For aesthetic reasons in my tags of posts I have tags special text. More tags can be added any time!

i tag my nsfw with nsfw and sinday, but if you want you can also block my special nsfw tag which is;   ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛ. ( nsfw )

VIII. NSFW

NSFW will be present, both mun and muse are legal adults. This can include sexual themes, gore and violence which all will be appropriately tagged. Any smut I might write will be under a read more. She will not just jump into sex with you, that’s where ship chemistry comes into play. I will NOT engage in any sexual stuff with muns & muses -18.

Other nsfw regarding violence, Isolde can and will hurt you if you provoke her. You have been warned. More in depth violence can be role played upon request, tagged appropriately. I will not control or kill off your muse without permission. I ask you do the same.

[saey707]

Do you accept platonic requests regarding characters themselves? without reader? For example: ''which nation would character A like to travel to'' or ''what if character A met character B'', from your rules I only assumed that you don't like writing character/character and character/randomOC ships

Hey, anon! I’m willing to try out champions on there own / platonically meeting other champions in Runeterra :D

I have written a platonic story of dad Viego with his daughter Gwen before, and I did have a fanfiction in the works of Viktor and Jinx as chaotic companions, so I’m not uncomfortable with the idea. Feel free to send me whatever you had in mind when I get my requests up again!

[demacianhcart]

Shyvana didn't recognise the other at all, at least not appearancewise. Her time under the control of Viego was a jumble of images, scents and sensations, all overpowered by raw emotion that had caused her to be brainwashed in the first place. She remembered somethings but it wasn't all. Vayne and Lucian were probably the ones she would recognise due to the fact that they had fought her so closely. Either way, the Half Dragon did recognise that scent from somewhere and wasn't sure if she like that fact or not as she couldn't pinpoint exactly what the scent was.

No matter, she would find out soon enough if they did know each other.

"If you follow down this road you will see soon the first buildings of the Capital." Shyvana instructed. Not too close to everything the demacian capital had to offer, but enough to find an inn or something that would offer food.

The half dragon did take a suble step to the side, as if blocking the way, to show the ignored request hadn't go unoticed.

"However, before you may pass I need to verify your weapon. It will only take a minute and you will have it back before you know it."

Gwen is, for all intents and purposes, lost again. Not really an issue, exactly, especially not in a place like this where it's at least more bearable to wander a bit than the desert. But she is beginning to get hungry, and that could be a problem unless she gets her bearings soon.

It's why the approaching voice, despite giving her a start, makes her beam.

Looks like she'll have some luck today after all!

However, she swiftly realizes that she knows the figure that approaches. Recognizes her from heading out to seek Vayne in Demacia. Gwen's dress twists around her legs as she crosses her arms, pursing her lips to see if she can remember her name- she's sure Lucian or Senna mentioned it at least once, but... well. There had been a lot going on, hadn't there?

"Hello!" Gwen greets cheerfully, not realizing the other doesn't recognize her now that she's free of Viego's influence. "You're from Demacia, yes? Would you mind terribly pointing me to where I can get something to eat?" She ignores the part about weapons entirely. Her sewing kit is not up for inspection.

[lightning-bringer]

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

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

Viego and Ice Queen!Reader imagine

Word count: 3.127

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

Rate: Teen and Up

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

When the mist came, you weren't afraid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you could make more people like that-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you for telling me, my Queen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had no reason to say no.

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

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

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