#fiora laurent

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Curious about Faerie Court Lore? Here are Every Champion's Role in the Queendom

Karma: Queen of the Seelie Court of Light and Beauty

Fiora: Ambassador of the Spring Court Soraka: Lady of the Spring Court Royal, Herbalist and Healer

Ezreal: Lord of the Summer Court Lux: Aspiring Sorceress and Lady of the Summer Court Seraphine: Stylist and Lady of the Summer Court

Kalista: Lady of the Autumn Court and Captain of the Royal Guard Milio: Lord of the Autumn Court and Royal Archmagus (and tutor) Tristana: Lady of the Autumn Court and Quartermaster of the Royal Guard

Katarina: Ambassador of the Unseelie Court of Truth and Shadow Lillia: Lady of the Winter Court and Keeper of the Seelie Heart-tree

[leililulas]

battle hound fio!!!

[rwac96]

Type: Ask

AU: Crossing AU: Crossover Fusion AU

Fandom: RWBY x League of Legends

Summary: How did Fiora Laurent first meeting with Team JNPR gone?

Something like this...

"ENGARDE!!" Fiora Laurent shouts, her blade clashing against Milo, her jade eyes glaring into Pyrrha Nikos' emerald ones. "Is this your best, Nikos?"

"ADMIRAL ACKBAR!!" Nora Valkyrie screamed, holding her hammer as she charged towards the swordswoman.

"That's not our war cry!" Jaune Arc shouts, brandishing Croea Mors as he charges alongside his teammate.

"Too late," Lie Ren shouts, joining his teammates in the charge against the seasoned swordmaster.

Fiora scoffs as she pushes Pyrrha back, meeting the clashes of Team JNPR's other weapons; first Jaune's, then Ren's, and lastly, Nora's. "Hmph, novices! The lot of you!"

[dragaliareferencearchive]

Model references for Battle Queen Fiora - League of Legends -Obsidian -Pearl -Sapphire

[league-of-starlight]

A conversation between sword-enjoyers.

[tahthetrickster]

"Cry Havoc" (Battle Bunny Miss Fortune/Battle Hound Fiora, E, 3.5k)

Fiora goes hare coursing.

The instant her foot hit the track marker, Sarah broke into a dead sprint. Fiora bolted after her before her mind could begin to work. All she knew was that her prey was on the move, was sprinting away from her, heart pounding, breath gasping, sweating, fleeing, alive and just in front of her, and Fiora needed to catch her, needed to dig her fingers and teeth into her, feel her spill apart under her wicked, bloody mouth—

a self-imposed 24-hour writing challenge 👍

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I am so thankful that fire emblem introduced me to Chrom, Robin, Lissa, Miriel, Stahl, Henry, Olivia, Cherche, Sumia, Donnel, Lon'qu, Maribelle, Panne, Gaius, Cordelia, Tharja, Anna, Say'ri, Tiki, Lucina, Owain, Inigo, Cynthia, Severa, Morgan, Yarne, Laurent, Noir, Nah, Corrin, Azura, Felicia, Jakob, Kaze, Mozu, Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura, Saizo, Kagero, Setsuna, Hinata, Oboro, Subaki, Hayato, Orochi, Kaden, Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise, Laslow, Peri, Selena, Odin, Niles, Effie, Nyx, Charlotte, Kaden, Flora, Kana, Shigure, Dwyer, Sophie, Midori, Shiro, Kiragi, Asugi, Mitama, Hisame, Caeldori, Rahjat, Selkie, Seigbert, Forrest, Soliel, Ophelia, Nina, Velouria, Lilith, Alm, Gray, Tobin, Kliff, Faye, Lukas, Silque, Clair, Clive, Forsyth, Python, Luthier, Delthea, Tatiana, Zeke, Celica, Mae, Boey, Genny, Saber, Leon, Palla, Catria, Est, Jesse, Atlas, Sonya, Deen, Conrad, Fernand, Emma, Randal, Yuzu, Shade, Byleth, Edelgard, Hubert, Ferdinand, Linhardt, Caspar, Bernadetta, Dorothea, Petra, Dimitri, Felix, Sylvain, Mercedes, Annette, Ingrid, Claude, Lysithea, Marianne, Seteth, Flayn, Manuela, Shamir, Jertiza, Yuri, Balthus, Constance, Hapi, Sothis, Rhea, Shez, Randolph, Rodrigue, Nader, Sothis, Arval, Alear, Vander, Framme, Clanne, Alfred, Celine, Boucheron, Etie, Louis, Chloe, Jean, Diamant, Alcryst, Amber, Jade, Citrinne, Lapis, Yunaka, Saphir, Ivy, Hortensia, Zelkov, Kagetsu, Rosado, Goldmary, Timerra, Fogado, Merrin, Panette, Bunet, Pandreo, Seadall, Veyle, Mauvier, Nel, Rafal, Zelestia, Gregory, Madeline, Zephia, Griss, Marni, Sommie, Lumera, Eve, Morion, Sephoria, Hyacinth, Itsuki, Tsubasa, Touma, Kiria, Eleonora, Mamori, Yashiro, Maiko, Alfonse, Sharena, Askr, Ash, Veronica, Embla, Elm, Feh, Fehnix, Nifil, Fijorm, Gunnthra, Hrid, Muspell, Laegjarn, Eir, Ymir, Peony, Mirabilis, Freyr, Triandra, Plumeria, Freyja, Eitr, Ginnungagap, Nioavellir, Otr, Nott, Seior, Gullveig, Kvasir, Heior, Nerpuz, Ratatoskr, Hraesvelgr, Heiorun, Eikpyrnir, Loki, Thorr, Baldr, Hoor, Rowan, Lianna, Eirika, Ephiram, Gilliam, Vanessa, Ross, Neimi, Colm, Artur, Lute, Natasha, Joshua, Forde, Kyle, Tana, Innes, Gerik, Tethys, Marisa, L'Arachel, Saleh, Ewan, Cormag, Rennac, Knoll, Dussel, Myrrh, Syrene, Ismaire, Glen, Lyon, Lyn, Sain, Kent, Florina, Wil, Serra, Erk, Rath, Mathew, Nils, Lucius, Eliwood, Rebecca, Hector, Guy, Priscilla, Raven, Canas, Fiora, Ninian, Heath, Geitz, Farina, Pent, Louise, Karel, Harken, Nino, Jaffar, Karla, Llyod, Roy, Alen, Lance, Wolt, Elen, Dieck, Rutger, Dorothy, Sue, Noah, Lilina, Gwendolyn, Ogier, Geese, Klein, Thea, Larum, Elffin, Melady, Perceval, Cecilia, Sophia, Fae, Hugh, Zeiss, Juno, Narcian, Galle, Brunnya, Sigurd, Naoise, Azelle, Lex, Quan, Ethlyn, Finn, Midir, Dew, Edain, Ayra, Deirdre, Chulainn, Lachesis, Lewyn, Silvia, Tailtiu, Brigid, Eldigan, Seliph, Lana, Larcie, Scathach, Lester, Julia, Fee, Arthur, Shannan, Daisy, Leif, Nanna, Ares, Lene, Tine, Linda, Febail, Ced, Marth, Ceada, Cain, Xane, Camus, Linde, Mineva, Michalis, Julian, Lena, Merric, Wolf, Jeorge, Elice, Ronan, Safy, Lifis, Lara, Asbel, Shiva, Cain, Mareeta, Salem, Perne, Tina, Homer, Linoan, Sara, Shannam, Alva, Robert, Fred, Diarmuid, Micaiah, Edward, Leonardo, Laura, Sothe, Ilyana, Volug, Zihark, Tormod, Vika, Rafiel, Black Knight, Elincia, Marcia, Leanne, Haar, Nephenee, Lucia, Lethe, Geoffrey, Kieran, Astrid, Ike, Titania, Oscar, Boyd, Shinon, Soren, Mist, Gatrie, Rhys, Ranulf, Kyza, Lyre, Reyson, Sigrun, Naesala, Skrimir, Sanaki, Tibarn, Pelleas, Stefan, Volke, Ena, Kurthnaga, Nasir.

I adore them all so much, they all live in my head rent free, I cannot stop thinking and I absolutely love drawing them when I get the chance to do so. I've been a fan of this series for 9 years now and it's still going strong!!!

I really really do love fire emblem... I also suspect that I may not be neurotypical...

!

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever

by channeltwo

“You..you’re in love with me,” Violet whispered, the realization hitting her like a thunderclap.

The woman’s smile faltered, though her gaze remained steady, unwavering. “Yes,” she admitted, the word heavy with both torment and longing. “I have been for lifetimes. And now that you are here, within my reach, I would burn the world to keep you by my side. Tell me, my Violet - do you not feel it too? The pull between us? The way our souls call to one another, as they always have?”

Violet’s knees felt weak, her body trembling as the devil reacher for her again, her fingers brushing against Violet’s jaw with a tenderness that made her heart ache. She hated how much she wanted to lean into the touch, how much she wanted to close the distance between them. “I don’t know what I feel,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I only know that you terrify me…and that I can’t look away.”

OR: Cait/Vi Vampire AU because I just watched Nosferatu and I belong in h*rny jail

Words: 1095, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Fiora Laurent

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends), Fiora Laurent/Vi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Lesbian Vampires, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampires, Angst and Tragedy, Tragedy, Eventual Smut

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[summonedglory]

@bladesdanced liked for a starter — Fiora

Fiora had been warned before making the trip to Ionia that there would be a certain culture shock she would experience. Well. In all fairness, she had been strongly advised to not go to Ionia. The trip was long, arduous, and it seems people—her own brothers, to add insult to injury—had doubts about her ability to deal with life outside of Demacia City. This was, however, not a challenge the brunette was unwilling to take. Especially if it meant proving Ammdar wrong. 

The idea had been simple: One of her younger brothers had been working on opening up trade routes between Ionia and Demacia, but had found himself too unwell to make the first trip, and Fiora had decided to step up. This was an adventure—The likes of which she had never lived or seen in Demacia. Back home, dragons were slayed. Here, they seemed to live with people in at least a semblance of perfect harmony, in bountiful islands and beautiful sceneries. She could see why her younger brother—Alarick—had wanted to travel there, for all its endless possibilities. Though the trade route might have needed some improvements, the elation of being outside the borders of her kingdom and excitement at this new type of challenge she had yet to face—not just diplomacy, but trade—was enough to brush off the physical tiredness of the journey. Fiora was cognizant, of course, that as much as she was here as a representant of House Laurent’s trade ambitions, she was also a representant of her king. As much as Demacia had opposed Noxus’ imperialistic goals, they had still failed Ionia, and this was something any Demacian stepping into Ionia would need to acknowledge and carry with them, herself included. International relations were a complicated thing—however less so when, saying she was looking for someone in charge, someone who might know who Alarick was supposed to meet, she came face to face with a woman which looked a few years younger than her—Perhaps close to Alarick’s age, even. “Good day! I am Lady Fiora of House Laurent.” Of Demacia City remained unspoken, in all of Fiora’s self-assuredness that she had at least some renown. “I believe you were expecting my brother, Alarick? Or, well. Someone was expecting him. He gave me this letter, and not much else. Organisation was never his forte.”

[demacianhcart]

"What if they kissed?" - Shyvana x Fiora

@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse Send "What if they kissed?" and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

Shyvana knew she shouldn't have gone out on that day. She had been feeling some urges and, while she managed to avoid jumping into anyone that appaeraed in front of her, the dragon had to admit it was getting harder to hold herself back. She needed to go home as soon as possible.

However, it was a failed attempt as she was leaving she bumped into someone. Another human that smelled so good that she couldn't help herself but to catch her before she was knocked over (because bumping into Shyvana was almost the same as bumping into a pile of bricks), and before she could refrain herself, the purple haired woman alreayd had the other on her embrace and had pulled her into a deep kiss.

It lasted a moment, mayber two, but Shyvana gathered her thoughts just enough to pull away to a very wide eyed Fiora. Feeling her cheeks heat up from embarassament, the dragon took a few steps back.

"I'm trully sorry I.... I don't know what came over me." She said. Yeah, she definitely needed to go home. "Please excuse me and forget this ever happened Mrs Laurent. Have a good day."

And there she went, walking fast as if the whole dragon guard as out to get her head.

[leililulas]

surprise i am back!!! here is yet more fio :)))

[piltover-sharpshooter]

➜ from Fiora;

"Cait." Fiora enters the parlor, a bouquet of assorted flowers in her hands. "My dearest childhood friend, happy New Years to you." She carefully handed the flowers over to Caitlyn for her to inspect, planting a soft peck on her cheek. Then one to the lips. Fingertips trailing along her cheek as Fiora withdraws them, standing firm with both hands behind her back.

"I will be heading back to Demacia now that the celebrations are over. Will you be coming to Demacia for my birthday? Grandfather has been looking forward to speaking with you again, he has been practicing chess in hopes of defeating you." She always spoke with an undeniable fondness for the Laurent elder.

Caitlyn takes the bouquet with a gentle laugh, before she leaned in for both kisses, and then stands firm with her.

"And a Happy New Years to you, Fifi" She gave a nod back and a smile.

"Of course I will, I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world. Though the only reason isn't simply your grandfather nor the satisfaction in winning again. There have always been other reasons" She puts the bouquet down onto the table. "Fi...I know Demacia isn't in a great place at the moment. If you need me, I'll be there for you. No questions, and as fast as I can be"

[greatnessordeath]

Fiora x reader

wordcount 1.4k, hurt/comfort, genderneutral reader, inspired by an artwork of my dearest friend see here Every one of your steps echoed loudly in the corridor with pat pat pat noises that made you think of a waddling duck family. Hesitantly you walk toward a heavy wooden door with a pretty worn out handle. It’s dull since you’re in the oldest part of the castle and many hands grabbed it during the past decades. The interior here is by far anything but fancy, but it paled in comparison to the opulent decadence of the main palace. However, you liked it this far with the past written all over the well trodden marble steps, curving slightly under your feet or the few spiderwebs decorating the corners of outdated royal red curtains. Yet another evidence that the cleaning squad couldn't keep up with the countless floor-to-ceiling windows adorning this wing of the old building. Now, the setting sun poured orange gold over the white marble and the flickering shadows of a nearby tree danced across the wall while the air smelled like summer.

Hands buried deep in your pockets, you fidget with the small piece of paper that brought you here. It just reads five words, hastily scribbled: ‘meet me in the studio. -F’ As you finally open the heavy oak door, it creaks familiar as you carefully push it open to not cause too much noise. You hurry inside just as the note demands you to and find yourself surrounded by canvas stands, wet brushes, paper, ink and countless other art supplies. The smell of fresh paint and graphite made you feel at home instantly.

“Fiora? … Are you here?” you ask softly into the spacious room and look around. “Hello?” In the blink of an eye, a blurred figure emerges from behind the curtains.

“Oh My God! There you are!” She throws herself into your arms without a warning.

“Whoa, what happened? Are you okay?” you ask suspiciously and return the hug a little more reserved. If anyone saw you hugging the daughter of Sebastien Laurent you might be in serious trouble. “No! No, I’m seriously not okay. I think I might die.” Your stomach drops immediately. You know her and you also know her tendency to exaggerate things, but an uneasy feeling crept up your throat nonetheless. It caused you to grab her shoulders a bit harder than necessary, forcing her to look into your eyes. “What is it? You can tell me anything!” She bit her lip and averted her gaze, redness flushing her cheeks. “I think it’s best when I show you.” Your brows knot sceptically, but you let go of her. “Do you remember what I told you about us having huge trouble finding enough recruits for the army?” You nodded quickly. It was like two weeks ago? She came to you during your lunch break and spilled the tea. It hasn’t been long since House Laurent had fallen from favor, with Fiora’s father ruining their reputation. What she did was controversial to say the least, but apart from killing her own father for his own good, it was a huge weight she had to carry. The tables turned and many good people left without a word. It was also evident in the declining numbers of new recruits. Things changed. The people averted their gaze, scrunched up their noses and turned to other families in regards to their military education. “The First Commander talked me into agreeing into a campaign. He argued that I was our best embodiment, since the people either loved or hated what I did. There’s no in between and we should use it to attract whoever's left.” “So far, that sounds pretty reasonable to me,” you shrugged, still clueless. “Yes, but I didn’t know he wanted to plaster the whole city with THESE!” She stepped aside and revealed a large canvas behind her. You blink multiple times, taking in the information, eyes flickering from the painting to Fiora and back. It showed Fiora in shiny golden armor, looking far in the distance, one hand shadowing her eyes from the sun. The big letters above her read “We scout ahead”. At the bottom were more information and a call to join the Demacian Corps. When you remained silent, she sighed deeply. “What is it?” you asked calmly, watching her face keenly.

“I…. I just hate it,” Fiora admitted, “I don’t understand how people look at it and not get sick? Tell me I don’t look like a fucking idiot!” She mimics the gesture from the portrait with ironic enthusiasm, before her expression gets sour again. “I should’ve never agreed to that. I mean… what even is this pose and the weird perspective and the huge shoulder armor?! I look like a busty version of Garen, please kill me!” You try to suppress a grin, but the way her lip shakes makes your heart heavy with concern. “Be honest, I know it’s bad. But what do you think?” she asks more reasonably, arms hugged around herself as if she shivered. “I don’t know. I think you actually look good.” A quick punch with her fist hurts your shoulder and her whole face scrunches in disbelief. “Shut up! I told you to be honest!” You shrug indifferently, “but I mean it.”

When she lunges her fist again, you hold up your hand to catch it midair. Her watery eyes bore into yours, furious but questioning.

“Fiora, come on. Are you serious?” You needed a moment to wrap your head around it, but you guess she really needed to hear it. Unlucky that it was you of all people who needed to tell her. “Fine. You are gorgeous, okay? Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, your smile shines brighter than the morning sun and your body is in fantastic shape. You’ve proven more than once that you owe a mind as sharp as your blade. Also, I think the armor, it just screams authority. Sure it's gold-gold, but we're in Demacia and subtlety was never our thing, so why not do it properly?” The hand you weren’t aware you were still holding slips through your fingers and her expression softens a bit, as she stares at the painting, visibly thinking. After a moment of silence, you catch her gaze. The setting sun kissed her ocean blue eyes into a turquoise shade and it made your knees weak.  Her voice cut through the calm as a mere whisper “You think I’m gorgeous?” “I do.” You step a bit closer so you can put a hand on her back to softly pat her. “They will come, because of you and what you did. I'm sure.” You try to sound convincing without your voice breaking, but you’re not sure how she will take it. A part of you expects to get hit once more. But she doesn’t. “Thank you, it’s really sweet of you,” she gives you a halfhearted smile, but her dimples drop very fast. “But there’s more to it.” Hesitantly, she runs her fingers through her hair and sits down on the next best stool. It’s weird seeing her on a simple wooden stool. But it’s also exemplary for her, you think to yourself. She never made a fuss about ancestry or etiquette. “It’s just… I hear them talk behind my back. All the time. The court ladies, the soldiers, the nobles… they call me heartless and arrogant or that I just need the right man to teach me manners.“ She sighs and fidgets with her hands in her lap. “You know… most of the time I don’t care. I know it's hard for them to adjust and accept the changes. But I saw this and it dawned on me.“ Her voice grew thinner and she averted her gaze from the painting as if she couldn’t bear to watch herself any longer. “As long as I’m of use for the greater good they tolerate me, because I can help them get what they want. But anything apart from that?” You can see how the corner of her eyes fill with tears “I’m afraid they’ll respect neither me nor my decisions for who I am.” “They will,” you answer instantly. She shyly looks up to you, chewing her lip. “They will?” You squat down to be eye level with her. “Yes. Maybe not today and maybe not till the end of summer, but the day will come. And you know why?” She shakes her head slowly, a single tear running down her cheek. “Because you’re not giving up so easily.” Slowly and carefully you wipe away the salty drop before it reaches her jawline. Her skin feels hot under your palm and she watches you through her lashes with doe eyes. Another wave of sympathy washes over you, pinches at your heart and makes speaking the next words much harder. 

“You are the Grand Duelist. You are Fiora Laurent, the proud leader of the finest bladecraft within the kingdom. You deserve respect and loyalty and empathy.” “Thank you,” she breathes and pulls you into a tight hug. 

This time you delightly return it regardless of who might see you, because it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that you two were holding each other, feeling the prickling warmth of mutual affection.

You breathe in the light floral scent of her hair and just hold her, whispering “As long as we’re together, I promise we’ll find a way.”

♡

[league-of-starlight]

Irelia’s line to Fiora is “Nice technique. I miss your old hair though. Why'd you change it?”

And I know it’s a reference to Fiora’s redesign, but I can’t stop thinking about the lore implications? Have they met? Did Irelia see an old poster? Who knows?

[tahthetrickster]

Lovely, Dark, & Deep (Katarina du Couteau/Fiora Laurent, T, 2k)

The intruder didn’t even flinch at her speed, rather just tilting her chin up and to the side to keep Fiora’s épée from making contact. The sheer impudence might’ve been impressive had Fiora not been far more preoccupied with why, precisely, this one had been lying in waits in her private chambers. Her gaze traced slowly up the length of the blade, languid, unconcerned, before drawing ever higher to meet Fiora’s hard glower. Fiora thought she saw those lips twitch into a smirk—but she was far more taken aback by those eyes. Such a pale shade of blue she felt a touch chilled even here, in the midst of the summer court. The woman did allow herself a ghost of a smirk then, as if she read Fiora’s very thoughts. “Hail, and well met, Lady Laurent,” she drawled finally. Her voice was smooth and unbothered as fresh ice over a wooded lake. She drummed her fingers once over one of the heavy polished daggers at her hip. She did smile, then, far too broad and far too pristine. “The Unseelie Court of Truth and Shadow cordially sends their regards, and their condolences.”

have been wanting to do some stuff with the faerie court skinline for a hot minute now,,,,, still have a non-zero number of ideas for this verse id like to eventually explore tbh but figured id go ahead and lay the groundwork for em at least

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

Btw, don't think too hard about Viktor's accent, people on Runeterra have completely random accent regardless of region they are on.

Like, no joke, in the feudal kingdom of Demacia, there's a lesbian sword duelist with a French Accent, whose entire family has a French accent, and who doesn't even come from an actual french speaking region of Demacia, they are just one noble family who live in the capital and who, for some weird fucking reason, also happen to have a French accent despite not speaking French.

It's hilarious honestly.