#cassivir

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

cali!! tomorrow will be a long long day for me, so i trust your judgement with the following question: do you have lol fics recommendations on ao3 🥺? i will take literally anything to read at this point in time ngl

omg of course! although i should warn you that im morr of a short fic guy, so most of these will not be very long

this is a rivelia fic that i love very much. angsty but soooo worth it if thats your thing. i would also recommend other stuff by this author, so definitely check that out (they write mostly about akalynn)

another rivelia fic (im obsessed with them). this one mentions self-harm tho so be careful if thats not something you want to engage with

this one is veeeeery heavy. mention of abuse. is basically a character exploration of arcane viktor and his relationship with singed, that it’s read as a sexually predatory one. i cannot express enough how good this is, but i totally get if thats too heavy (although the subject is very well approached by the author imo)

amaaaaazing cassivir fic. 10/10. character study on cassiopeia’s betrayal

this is a very silly one. plot what plot. but its so well written and the smut is chef’s kiss so if thats your thing and if you can bear with the premise its a combination of incredibly funny and nice porn lol

recently recommended this one to @emluckyowl and she absolutely loved it so might as well throw it in. its a renata/seraphine modern setting sugar baby fic and its so good. i didnt finish it because i just dont have time for it lately but i did very much enjoy the chapters i read. its also fine if age difference makes you uncomfortable, because renata is much older than 23 years old seraphine, but the way it’s written its super instigating. also the exploration of the power imbalance is veeeery good. also i should mention theres some minor jilco which i dont like but thankfully its not very significant

talon katarina character study

silly hero/villain vikjayce + tfgraves fic. definitely check morr stuff by this author, they have tons of vikjayce and tfgraves fics, although i havent read all of them

tfgraves

tah has amaaaazing ficlets and i personally love the mfkatarina + quinnsona ones very much. check their work out

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these are qhat i can think of now going through my bookmarks, but i might add a few extra later. also everyone!! feel free to reblog with your own recs! and ty for trusting me! some of these are very heavy so i dont know if they’ll fit your taste, but i thought it might be good to risk it considering theyre so well-written. wish you the best of luck tomorrow!

[zerratwritesstuff]

Author: Zerrat Fandom: League of Legends Rating: Explicit for sexual content, mind games, manipulation and violence. Characters: Sivir, Cassiopeia, minor references to other Noxians. Pairings: Sivir/Cassiopeia Summary: Sivir should have known better than to allow herself to be caught up in Cassiopeia's games. Her history with the woman is as tangled as it is violent, but no matter what she does, she can't help but find herself drawn back. Word Count Total: 6,786/16,000 Content Notes: Canon-appropriate level references to violence. References to betrayal, mind games, manipulation, revenge.

[sylvainahyperfixation]

18, Cass/Sivir

Waking up with amnesia AU

Blood dripped from the edge of Sivir's weapon as she snarled, lips curling with disgust.

"What did you do to me?" Her voice was rough and angry, and the hate in her eyes hurt Cassiopeia more than the wound across her stomach ever could.

"I didn't do anything. Just tell me what's wrong, Sivir!" Cassiopeia's tail flicked across the bloodied floor nervously, and she curled up in a defensive position. She was disoriented, having been woken up by a blade burying itself in her flesh. The pain had jolted her up, and the hurt and confusion followed when she saw the fury on Sivir's face.

"You tell me!" Sivir snapped. "The last thing I remember is you leaving me to die after you betrayed me, and now I wake up in bed with you. What did you do to me?" She repeated, advancing on Cassiopeia. "How did you seduce me, monster?"

Cassiopeia's eyes widened, and pain flared in her. Monster, the word reverberated in her mind cruelly. She furrowed her brows, feeling the carefully suppressed rage roar and lash out.

"You were the one who came back to me." She spat venomously. Her eyes narrowed and brightened to a harsh yellow, and she bared her fangs. "You said you loved me."

"You lie." Sivir scoffed derisively. "I could never love someone like you." She picked up the bedsheets, cleaned her weapon, and looked down at Cassiopeia coldly.

"If I ever see you anywhere near me again, I'll end you. Consider yourself warned."

She started to walk away when Cass hissed in pain. She faltered momentarily, reliving the memory of hearing Cassiopeia's screams of pain in the tomb.

"Why?"

Sivir paused at the door, glancing back. The betrayal in Cassiopeia's eyes was something she understood all too well.

She turned away.

"That's the question you never answered, either." 

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

cassiopeia or quinn for the headcanon game

why not both? :D (also thank you so much for doing it!)

Cassiopeia

sexuality: sapphic, i'm not really sure about the specifics (and I think she wouldn't be either) gender: cis woman a ship: cassivir (cassiopeia x sivir). one of my favorite ships in league a brotp: cassiopeia & talon. i know they're siblings, but they have probably never met (cassiopeia was in shurima when talon was adopted) until maybe now, since both are black rose members. i think they have a lot of potential a notp: any du couteau incest ships. not my jam. random headcanon: I think she looked something like this pre-transformation general opinion: I love her character so much. i do agree with some people that they were trying to go in too many directions with her character at the same time and it didn't quite play out that well, but I still like her for her potential. the du couteau siblings have some of the most interesting dynamics in noxus and they should 100% explore that (please give us more black rose please please).

Quinn

sexuality: lesbian gender: genderqueer a ship: quinnsona obviously a brotp: jarvan IV & quinn. i feel like jarvan and quinn would really like to hand out and spar together. they both feel so much pressure laid upon them and when they're together exploring and hunting it all feels a bit less jarring. also they have the most awkward conversations about romance. jarvan is like "have you, uh, ever had your heart torn for two people?" and quinn is like what no what are you talking about?? i love them a notp: i dont really have a nontp for her that I can think of (like something I deeply dislike and there's no wy of me liking it). maybe quinnlux? i don't see it working random headcanon: she binds general opinion: i love quinn so much. she is so baby butch coded shes everything shes the moment. i really wish we got more content

[zerratwritesstuff]

according to plan 1/1 (Cassiopeia/Sivir)

Because I still have crazy-intense Cassiopeia feelings based on this. Also with Cassivir because I shamelessly ship it.

Warnings: blood, violence, manipulation.

The blood is hot on Cassiopeia’s hands, running in rivulets down her forearms, staining her clothing and skin with irrefutable truth of her planned treachery. Sivir’s body has gone rigid in shock and pain, her breath frozen - she’s not yet made a sound. It’s funny, Cassiopeia muses, her grasp tightening on her blade. Even someone that had seemed larger than life, brimming with power and personality, can be brought low just the same as any other.

And Sivir is the same - for all her infinite complexity, she is also infinitely weak. Just a tool to exploit. Just a loose end to tie up. The tomb all around them is still, silent as the dead, reeking of blood and ancient magic. Cassiopeia does not flinch when Sivir snarls something intelligible around the blood bubbling up her throat. She doesn’t reach out to hold the woman, not anymore, her eyes on nothing but the gleaming goal ahead.

It’s just as it always has been.

Sivir cries out when Cassiopeia sharply pulls her blade free, blood splattering to the stone beneath their feet. She falls to her knees then, and then to her side, her vaunted strength fleeing her along with her lifeblood. Cassiopeia does not spare her a glance, her eyes still fixed ahead, to the serpent guardian she’d been told of just weeks prior. She certainly doesn’t think that she’d come to enjoy Sivir’s company in the years that they’d known one another, Noxus and contracts and stringless nights of passion. She doesn’t. Instead, she steps over the woman, instead thinking of all that lies beyond the serpent.

Power. Everything she’s ever wanted.

She can still hear Sivir struggling to breathe, ragged wet gasps through clenched teeth. So determined, unbreakable even at the end, when she had to know how badly she’d been played. Cassiopeia looks down to Sivir then, to that betrayed expression and hurt eyes. The impulse to kneel and cup the woman’s face in her hands, to allow Sivir the final respect of watching her life slip away, is almost too strong to bear.

But that would be conceding too much to Sivir, too much to the insidious affection Cassiopeia has grown for the woman.

So instead, Cassiopeia bends to take the crossblade, the key she’d recognised the moment her Black Rose spy had recounted the legend of the sands. She pulls it free from Sivir’s now feeble grasp, looking down at the ancient weapon with triumph curling through her chest.

She refuses to remember admiring that blade, in all the years Sivir fought for Noxus. She doesn’t think of waking up in the woman’s tent just that morning, mere hours ago. She doesn’t let her mind drift back to stories told over the campfire, the exchange of sharp words with no venom; the warm brush of Sivir’s hand against her cheek, how she’d admired an intelligence so different to her own.

She’s killed before, so many times. Why is Sivir any different?

Cassiopeia doesn’t think of those things at all, she tells herself. The triumph in her chest has not become bitter ash in her mouth, and it’s easy. Between one step toward the snake and the next, Cassiopeia has come to believe it.

Sivir has always been destined to die, just as Cassiopeia’s has been to take the power within the tomb, to seize it before her political rivals could so much as realise it. It’s meant to be this way, and so her attachment to Sivir changes nothing.

Cassiopeia fits the crossblade in the lock, and she listens to Sivir try to struggle to her feet, to the hissed, agonised threats being spat in her direction. Her eyes remain fixed on the shifting serpent guardian. Her mind stays on the goal, and not on the sticky, cooling blood all over her hands.

It’s impossible for her to come to love anything. It’s impossible, and yet…

Cassiopeia has no warning before the snake strikes, and then there is no time for thought, no time for planning. Just pain. The snake’s fangs tear into her, blood both hers and not mixing with the venoms melting her flesh. Cassiopeia is screaming, this was not what she’d come here for, she was not meant to die too -

Over her screams, over the agony, she hears Sivir snarl out something, and it takes her a moment to understand. It’s Cassiopeia’s name, not a curse, though perhaps to Sivir they are one and the same. It breaks through Cassiopeia’s terror and the torturous pain just momentarily, but she can’t take it anymore.

She’s screaming again. Maybe, in her madness, she does fling out a ruined hand for Sivir.

Who is left alive to know for sure?

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Cassiopeia wakes in Noxus, half a continent away from the cursed tomb and the horrors awoken there. For a terrifying moment, however, the oppressive darkness all about her is just the same, reeking of blood and ancient magic that she knows will not be there when daylight comes. Her entire body is curled up, defensive against remembered terror, against phantom pain that has long since died away with her rebirth.

She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t sweat, not with this still-alien, powerful body. All she can do is remember that those horrors are years gone now, no matter how they’ve been carved into memory and nightmares. The feeling of blood on her hands, Sivir’s eyes, the torn curse of her name.

And the pain. So much pain.

Cassiopeia quells those thoughts. Those last moments with Sivir and the snake guardian hold only the power she gives them. Cassiopeia will not be victimised by the past.

It’s easy to fool herself into believing it. It always is.

So she settles back onto her pillows, and she doesn’t find herself disappointed they are forever empty of a warm body. She doesn’t think of a woman with a daring smile even she’d found… beautiful. She doesn’t give a damn. She doesn’t care that Sivir is dead and not with her, steady and strong and oh-so interesting.

It’s just that Sivir would make a good distraction.

After all. This is the way it’s meant to be, and Cassiopeia has gotten everything she’s wanted.