#renata glasc x y/n

[nyctophiliq]

Another one, if possible, NSFW for Renata with her assistant who is very serious and polite in public but shy, sweet and hesitant when only Renata is around? Please tell me if it'sok to send multiple, I think you're a great writer and I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be overwhelming- 🩰

✮ — THE PERFECT ASSISTANT ; renata glasc

MINORS DNI. . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, fingering, office sex, clothed sex, usage of pet names, renata holds the reader’s hands above their head, she is very persuasive or about, (not proof read)

wc ; 1,32 k

MOSS' NOTES . . .  moss is really sorry that this took this long to come around and finish, but hope you like it dear 🩰 anon, and that you haven’t blacklisted moss for taking too long

it amazed renata how put together and unflinching you were when out in public, she cannot recall seeing anyone as serious as you under immense stress. you never lost your touch, never in front of a crowd or under the pressure of the higher-ups. it didn't matter if two guys, taller, heavier, and much stronger than you started a fight, you were relentless and never panicked. you were extremely polite, not losing your cool even when somebody attacked your personality and ego, keeping a serious face on and sorting them out accordingly.

but it was different when only she was around, then you weren’t so straightforward and your words were just as shaky as your breathing was. sometimes your heart skipped a beat when she got too close to you, she knew it when your breath hitched as she cornered you.

“what is it, cat got your tongue?” she asks as she leans on her desk, smirking when you tense up even more. your voice is almost inaudible as you stutter, “i... i’m sorry, i am just trying to uhm... my notes are a mess ma’am-“ you try to protest but renata doesn’t give you time to finish and interrupts your rambling with a sigh.

“you don't have to worry about those right now,” she starts, taking away your notebook full of yellow post-it notes, and setting it aside on the far corner of the table. "and besides you can't get anything done by being all tense," you look at her in confusion when she stands up from her chair, coming around and trapping you between her and the desk. 

she looks at you endearingly, her left prosthetic hand coming up to loop around your middle. renata pushes a strand of hair out of your face, smiling before her head falls onto your chest. "let's help you relax, okay?" she murmurs, her breath damp and hot against your neck. she leaves a trail of sweet kisses down to your collarbone and urges you to lay down on the desk.

you watch, breath hitching and heart pounding as renata's hand snakes under your skirt and strips down the lacy underwear that you were wearing. she then steps between your legs, pocketing your panties in her vest's pocket when she leans down and kisses your roughly, swallowing your moan as her hand grazes against the length of your calf.

a little hesitant when her lips move from your mouth to your neck again, your hand reaches out to wrap around her, head tilting with your lips parting to let out small whimpers. renata's full lips glide against you, sucking your skin and spinning your head, so much so that you don't even notice when her left hand takes a hold of both of yours by the wrists, and pins them above your head with a warning to keep them there.

you cry out when renata lifts her knee, a gentle pressure doing little to relieve the ache that settles in your clit as sharp teeth scrape along your jaw. "be a good girl, okay? keep those pretty hands there for me." she says in a sweet tone but you know it is nothing less than a warning. you know she doesn't want to repeat herself, that's why you are nodding your head so fervently as her mouth travels straight to your cunt, your clit pulsing in time with your thudding heart as it peaks out from between your drenched folds.

renata licks your slit slowly but firmly, the tip of her tongue darting into your core to taste the sweetness that lingers within. the feeling causes you to gasp in surprise which makes renata smile, her thumb stroking over the throbbing nub gently. your eyes flutter shut and you groan softly at the sensations coursing through your body, and she laughs huskily at your desperate reaction.

"you act so calm and polite," she mutters against your slick lower lips before straightening her spine and further opening your legs before continuing, "make some noise for me, yeah pretty thing?" you blush at her suggestion, eyes traveling behind her and glue on the door. it's closed, but it's not locked and you cannot decide if it makes you terrified or even more excited. surely somebody finding you in such a position with the head of the glasc industries could do both good and bad to your reputation, but it shouldn't matter when renata glasc herself is threatening you with a good time.

you complete her previous request of being loud when she slips two fingers inside of your tight heat, without a warning, without too many pampering words to prepare you for what is coming. but you cannot find yourself complaining, more like complying with it as she moves her fingers and you moan her name out, your tone pitching high. the sudden stretch is unfamiliar, your walls fluttering and clenching as your back arches up and your hips buck into her hand. renata's digits curl inside you, hitting the spongy sweet spot hidden inside you just as her other hand unbuttons your shirt. 

the grip you were now holding onto the desk under you tightens and you swallow hard, knuckles staining white as the older woman roughly fucks into you. the palm of her hand bumps your clit with each thrust, edging you closer and closer. and the more she pulls out and slams home with every flick of her wrist, the more sensitive you become, your body tensing with each movement. you're not sure whether it was your own desire, or hers urging you to cum faster, but you could wait until you hit your peak.

but after a few seconds of blissful oblivion and a couple of minutes of waiting, you couldn't take it anymore as your thighs start trembling and you cry out, the muscles clenching and releasing at the same time. renata grins triumphantly as she grabs your hips and forces you further down, driving deeper into your heat. you bite your lip hard as your nails dig into the wooden desk, making marks and leaving bruises. you let out a strangled moan and your body goes limp, collapsing onto the desk.

"good girl, aren't you beautiful?" she whispers as she presses a kiss to the crook of your shoulder, running her long fingernails over the sensitive skin. your back arches once more, your toes curling and you whine quietly. she moves inside of you with gentle strokes, helping you off of the drug-like induced high before pulling out and letting you pant in exhaustion, your head falling backward and colliding with the table. she removes her hand from your pussy and you whimper softly. you feel her shift away from you and you open your eyes, frowning confusedly when she disappears from your line of sight.

"calm down now, i am here, my girl." she whispers from above, you find some strength in your muscles to move a little, your head tilting up. you let go of the edge of the desk, nudging your hand against her, trying to get her to hold it while you gather yourself mentally.

she gives you a small chuckle, before pressing a gentle peck to your sweat-covered forehead and taking your awaiting hand into hers. renata offers you her help in getting your clothes tidied up so the two of you can get home but you don’t pay too much attention to her words, rather letting yourself doze off a little.

there hasn’t been a time where the two of you could be alone like this in the past few weeks with all these business deals rolling in, one after another without a pause. you wanted to bath in the bliss of renata’s warmth and the comfortable feeling that pooled between your legs a little while longer before letting it be washed away at home alongside all the stress that built up in you.

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[ajulisz]

Some of my headcanons for Sevika x Reader x Renata

(there's also some SevikaxRenata and Sevika/RenataxReader and 2 NSFW even tho they're not WOW, its tagged dw) OH, and there's a bit of angst in the end, enjoy :)

Renata is domineering with you both, she is the only one that can put Sevika in her place actually;

Sevika moves a lot in bed when she's sleeping. Renata doesn't. So if you move a lot too there will probably be days that Renata will be pissed at you both and go sleep in another room or even in the sofa;

If you have a sweet tooth almost every time Sevika goes to the upper city to get some business done she will buy you some fancy candies;

Renata probably pays one of those air balloons every time she goes on a date. Doesn't matter if its only with one of you or you three. That woman wants comfort and privacy;

If you don't know how to defend yourself or see yourself in a bad situation you can't get out of, you have permission to use the "I will tell my girlfriend" card, that scares everyone and if it doesn't, they better run or Renata and Sevika will find them;

If you study at the piltover academy, expect Renata and Sevika to send someone to walk you home and the person have total permission to beat up some upper class that makes any weird or suspicious look at you.;

You all probably have an open relationship because Sevika still goes to the brothel and Renata probably has some pets around;

But I have the feeling they wouldn't mind cutting those relationships in case you didn't liked the idea or felt uncomfortable at some point, and even with that aside, I think that what would happen is that they would keep this other people more to use for favors, especially Renata;

Ignoring the fact that Silco is dead. I think Renata and Sevika try not to talk a lot about their jobs at home because when they do they probably have an argument, and their discussions are not pretty because they both are really close and strong minded with their ideas;

Even tho they get together when it comes to the "LETS DESTROY PILTOVER" idea, Sevika working for Silco while Renata is the one who wants to be the ruler does not help the case;

But I'm pretty sure if Silco dies and Renata puts Zaun on top of her priorities, or lie about it, because we know she wants the Solar Gates, she doesn't really mind Zaun burning in the process (but Sevika doesn't need to know that... Right Renata?) Sevika will be the number one by her side to put the power in her wife hands;

(NSFW) If you think you are a dom in this... are you really a dom... or are you just so much of a sub that you do whatever your girlfriends like?;

(NSFW) I don't want to speak about sex here cause I think we all know Renata would not be an easy dom much less let's expect Sevika to do that role (unless you ask them nicely), but I'm pretty sure a lot of praise will be present in the aftercare if that's your thing;

Renata is trying her best in all this years go slow to make sure everything go as she planned to...

There's a reason to it and a reason that kills me (thank you brain)

Renata is not a liar, she just... omits some of her plans from you and Sevika because she didn't want to catch feelings in the first place and somehow you both conquered her heart, and she knows it will HURT like hell if one day she really needs to bury all of Zaun and let everyone suffocate down there, but not because of the people that live there, much more because Sevika will probably never forgive her and you... she doesn't know what to expect from you after you see Zaun destroyed because of her.

[lightning-bringer]

This is for a friend but can you do hcs Renata Glasc X Fox! S/O? Like it looks similar to Ahri? Can you also make nsfw hcs as well? Thanks!

Okay so before I start I want to explain something. Usually I separate the SFW and NSFW parts of the request, to make it easy for people that just want to read one of them, but for this one I won’t because I think Renata’s relationship with a partner would be intrinsically a BDSM kind of relationship (dom x sub dynamics), and though not every aspect of BDSM is sexual, it’s still a NSFW topic. I will leave the actual sexual headcanons to the end, but I won’t disitnguishe between them

Okay so we know that canonically, Renata Glasc was kind of Viktor’s sugar mommy when he went back to Zaun, so that is exactly the relationship she’d have with her partner, but less business wise lol

They are a vastaya, and Renata would absolutely love to parade them around the Barons of Zaun, giving her SO any and all the money they want to pretty themselves up for her

She’d make sure they have everything they want, and if they were born in Ionia and not Zaun, and wanted or needed something from their homeland, Renata would make sure they have it

And Renata would absolutely - and I mean absolutely, for sure, no doubt, I’d bet money on this - be into collaring, SPECIALLY with a partner who has literal with fox ears

I believe she would be respectful if they didn’t want to do it, be it either arranged since the beginning of their relationship or something they decided they didn’t want anymore later on, but it would anger her a little, because it’s one of the things she wants and likes the most

Now, it’s not pet play, she would be clear about it, but the image of her partner walking beside her with a pretty collar, with a tag written “Glasc’s property” in it... She would feel SO good about it

Though no one would be allowed to threat them badly for being a vastaya. She will allow comments about how pretty her sub is, but that's it

Renata would be so nonchalant about the wildest kinds of PDA, she would nearly demand her SO sits on her lap while she's in a meeting as she strokes their fluffy tail and talk to a possible new business partner

(She would also absolutely and often demand to have her SO sit at her feet while she works, stroking their fluffy ears)

I already said she would give her SO anything they want, but she would also not let them any do any kind of "hard work"

Want to buy something? No need to get up someone will fetch it for you. Oh you want to visit a friend? The driver's gonna take you in a minute

It can be quite claustrophobic honestly, so her partner would have to make it very clear when they want her (and ger money/power) to step away (but she wouldn't be very happy about it)

Renata would love to touch her partner's ears and tail, both in a sexual or non-sexual way. She'd make them wear shibari under their clothes quite often and she'd love to make beautiful designs on their back to make their tail shine even more

Renata is a very dominating woman, clearly, and that would also extend to sex so her SO would have to expect to be bossed around quite a lot lol

She likes to have full control and she's a sadist, but she's also generous and always rewards her partner with as many orgasm as they want if they behave properly

And with her fox vastaya partner... Renata would love to merciless tease their tail. Pull the base both to hurt and to pleasure them, then petting it so soothingly during aftercare

Oh there's that, she's the Queen of after cara, only the best salves and creams for rope or impact wounds, all the food anyone would possibly want, warm baths in huge bathtubs

Glasc also really likes branding so maybe she would ask her partner to get a few piercings in their fluffy ears, so she knows they have her mark there always

(When she's feeling particularly mean but not really sadistic she'd want to grind against her partner's tail until she comes and have them only watch, forbidden from touching themselves or her)

Renata would not be much into titles, but to be called Baroness in public and mistress in bed would be a huge turn on for her

And to have her tits played with it. They're huge. And she likes to have her partner sucking on them

All her partner would have to do is moan "I'm so sorry Mistress", twitch their adorable ears and lick her nipples and all wrong doings are forgiven

(Oh also Renata is into brats. Super into brats. Mostly if her partner, being a vastaya, uses magic to run away from her or deny her things. It gives her that much more satisfaction once she gets them)

She wouldn't mind be called Mommy when it comes to her being a literal sugar mommy but she'd make it clear that's not supposed to happen in bed, she doesn't like it

Also because she's older, she's very settled on what she likes and dislikes. She would be a demanding and not really into trying new things, but she's also very weak for her SO (which Renata would never admit), so all it takes is nice lingerie and a swipe of fluffy tail... and she'd relent

[auroramoondrop]

I hc that Sevika is a mouth breather. Because the shape of her nose can cause her to have trouble breathing, and her tooth gap being spaced out, makes her teeth pry her mouth open.

Imagine the tiniest snores and if she has good dreams, she has quiet breathy chuckles. (Feel like writing something short for it, this will be canon to the story im writing with chembaroness reader x Sevika)

Coming home late from another slumbering day, Finn had you walking back and forth like the fucking North and South pole meanwhile he sat on his golden throne with pretty whores and sputtering literal shit that makes you question Renata's judgment and not killing dead weight like he puts on the Chem-council.

Locking the door behind you, you take your gear off and trudge to your love's bed. You stood quietly in the doorway, the rise and fall of her soft chest, the tiny snores, and snorts. Sevika looked like she was built by the gods hands, her face plush mouth agape.

Your girlfriend was perfect, with the biggest grin you snap out of it and change into sleepwear. You climb into bed carefully not to stir awake your Goddess, barely in bed, she instinctively grasped you close to her and laid herself on your chest.

Sevika melts more and in an instant falls asleep. You pet her head softly, humming lowly, the warmth on her body created a wave of drowsiness over you, your lids closed you felt yourself drift.

The comfort of your wife's warm breath coming from her mouth and the cute snores lure you into your safe heaven.

*morning*

"Baby...why do you have many photos and videos of me asleep? It's fucking creepy." Sevika looked at one of your files on your gallery, you plucked the device from her calloused hand.

"Cause it's adorable and I got a locked file for more...confidential information." You gave her a short glimpse of the other night when you topped her, looking helpless and babbling with synthetic cum leaking out of her. Many other photos and videos from many nights you made love.

Sevika's face flushed darkly, she lifted you onto her shoulder and said;

"A new week, which means I'll be in charge until next Monday. You're gonna have a long week, sugar."

You had rough and steamy sex in the shower.

[mileenasfavourite]

we are now lovers

[kittyt-hexxed]

Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch. 14

Next Upload Date: September 22nd

Act 1: Chapter Fourteen - A Surprise at the Gala

Artwork of the reader’s dress is by @rennydoesart my editor and bestie 💕 Thank you so much for taking the time to make this!

Warnings: Boring upper-class conversations, Vi reappears, mentions of manipulation

Summary: It’s time for the Gala and you’re happy to spend time with Renata. You enjoy your time with her until you’re called away by your uncle. You’re shocked when you find your ex-lover standing in front of you.

“Are you good?” Ekko calls over to you, “My hands sting like hell! Do you always grab a blade like that?!”

“Are you good?” Ekko calls over to you, “My hands sting like hell! Do you always grab a blade like that?!”

“Yeah, I’m good! You managed to land a well-placed gash!” You shift to grab more gauze, “And, yes! But, my pain tolerance is high!”

“Or maybe you shocked your hands too many times when we were kids and got nerve damage!” Ekko retorts and you laugh. A shadow falls over you and you look up to see your Uncle Cassius. In his hand is a tiny vial of Digitalis, and he holds it out to you. You give him a grateful smile and take it from him. You uncork it, knocking back the bitter liquid, and sighing in relief as a warmth flows through you.

“Your fighting style has improved immensely, Ekko.” Uncle Cassius proudly claps him on the shoulder, “You gave your sister an excellent wound.”

“She gave me one right back.” Ekko chuckles and points at the closing slash on his arm. You scoff and roll your eyes at his modesty.

“Take the fucking compliment, you dummy!” You shout as you stand up, “You’ve improved and I’m proud of you, Kiko.” You ruffle his locks and Ekko smacks your hand away.

“I know I’ve improved.” Ekko grumbles, “I don’t see a reason to get so excited about it.” He crosses his arms. You raise an eyebrow and give him an appalled look.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” You gasp playfully.

“I’m sorry.” Ekko sighs, “I just… can’t believe you’re leaving today, Uncle Cassius. I’ve really had a great time learning from you and getting to know you.”

“I’ve enjoyed my time with you as well, Ekko. You’re a marvelous person with a talented mind. I’m overjoyed that I finally got to spend time with you.” Uncle Cassius grins, “But, alas, I need to make an appearance before the Gala tomorrow. After that, I must return to Noxus and resume my duties.”

“Oh yeah, the Gala.” Ekko gives you a smirk, “Are you ready to mingle with Piltover’s upper class?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You groan, “The only plus side of this is Renata being my companion for the night.”

“Before Dawn and I leave, I have gifts for the both of you.” Uncle Cassius says, “If you’ll come with me to my apartment?” You nod your head and follow him up to his place. He stops outside and gives you two a mischievous grin before whistling. You and Ekko glance at each other in confusion when you hear two screeches. You both snap your heads up to see two hawks flying your way. They land on the railing in front of you and sit there patiently.

“The paperwork has gone through, so you’re both officially part of the family.” Uncle Cassius steps over to the bigger one, and it hops onto his hand, “Our family has protected Red-Tailed Hawks for centuries and they’ve protected us. They have a magic of their own, unknown to the masses, and it’s my pleasure to give each of you one.”

“We get our own hawks?!” Ekko squeals, making you giggle.

“Yes.” Uncle Cassius chuckles, “Let them choose you. The female’s name is Wind Shear, and her brother’s name is Night Stalker.” You look at the birds in interest and yelp when they suddenly take off towards you both. The male settles on your shoulder with a content chirp while the female does the same to your brother.

“Hello there, Night Stalker.” You coo and stroke his breast feathers. He bobs his head in greeting and you giggle.

“Thank you so much.” You smile at your uncle, glancing at Ekko to see him having a whispered conversation with Wind Shear.

“Don’t thank me yet, I have a few more things to give you.” Uncle Cassius says as he opens the door. You follow him in and wave at Dawn. Their things were already packed and placed by the door.

“Since you’re aristocracy now, it’s imperative that you have a form of passive protection. This is quite common to give out, but these have been tweaked.” Uncle Cassius pulls out a box and opens it to reveal a necklace and a ring.

“Enchanted jewelry?” Ekko questions as he’s handed the signet ring, “This is common in Noxian Houses?”

“Quite.” Dawn speaks up, “It is a tribal tradition that has evolved. The pieces should have some sort of protective enchant on them.”

“What are the enchantments?” You tilt your head. ‘I didn’t know that was possible… Which is dumb because I literally tear holes through space.’

“If I told you, you would fight with reckless abandon.” Uncle Cassius deadpans. You and Ekko laugh nervously knowing that it’s true.

“I have one last thing for you, Y/n.” Uncle Cassius motions to Dawn and she picks up a box on the table. She crosses the room and carefully hands it to you. You raise an eyebrow and glance at your uncle.

“What’s this?” You weigh the box in your hands. ‘It’s heavy, but light so it has to be some form of clothes.’

“Your dress for the Gala, Heiress Pyre.” Dawn smirks at you, “Don’t worry, your uncle is the one who chose it for you based on your taste in clothes.”

“I had it custom-made in Piltover using Noxian fabrics. I remembered you telling me about that elderly couple who gifted you with a few dresses. They were enthusiastic about making a dress for someone from Noxian Aristocracy.” Uncle Cassius explains sheepishly. ‘A dress made just for me.’ You think in awe. ‘For me.’

“How’d you get my measurements?” Confused, you put a hand on your hip. Night Stalker flutters his wings to rebalance himself and you whisper an apology to him.

“Jinx.” Uncle Cassius shrugs, “I asked her if she knew what size you wore and she gave me the whole list. Her only request was that whatever I get for you be red, and that was already the color I had in mind.”

“I should have known.” You chuckle to yourself.

A few minutes later, you and Ekko are walking with Cassius and Dawn to the Gateway. You informed the group that they were leaving and found a large crowd waiting to say goodbye. It was a mixture of Firelights and Furies, everyone was sad to see the pair go as they’ve become one of the family, especially after you and Ekko announced your adoption. The raging hangover you had after that night made you swear to never drink any alcohol Heather claimed to have made. Saying goodbye took a while as they went around to everyone, giving hugs and small pieces of advice on each individual’s fighting style. But, you and Ekko were waving them off with a sad smile ten minutes later. You’d be seeing them tomorrow, but that wouldn’t be the same.

~

A cool wind ruffles your hair as you wait for Renata to arrive and you silently thank Janna. You agreed to meet with Renata on the bridge and walk the rest of the way together. So, you decided to head there early and took some time to stop at the memorial and pay your respects. You always did so before crossing the bridge, as was a tradition since the attempted civil war.

Currently, you’re seated on the railing swinging your legs back and forth. Night Stalker is circling above you since he didn’t want to leave your side. Ekko was having the same issue with Wind Shear, so you chalked it up to the connection being new. Within a few moments, you’ll be accompanying Renata to the Gala. Your brief formal training will be put to the test and you have to pretend you like those people. You run a hand through your hair, feeling your horns, and you sigh. After proudly showing off in the Undercity, it felt strange to have them hidden by your hair again. ‘I won’t be able to hide them when they grow more, but we’ll cross that when we get there.’

You close your eyes and listen to the pained songs coming from the wealthy city. Now that your senses weren’t being dulled anymore, you can hear way more than a handful of Namestones. It irritates you that so many Brackern are in pain but you had to wait until the foundation was set. ‘I’ll set them free one of these days. I should be able to get all of the information about where they are from Viktor with this appearance.’ Your hand comes up to play with your necklace, running a finger over the smooth gemstone to soothe your nerves.

The sound of footsteps causes you to turn and smile at your companion. Renata, always the impeccable woman, was wearing her new white and gold suit. For once, to keep with the theme, she wasn’t wearing her signature magenta. Apparently, your uncle had sent her a formal letter detailing how an associate of the “Heiress of House Pyre” should be present around you. You had scolded your uncle for it, but even Renata had said it was the proper thing to do.

“Perfect timing as always.” You stand and approach her.

“Time is money.” Renata offers her arm and you rest a hand on her bicep, “You look stunning. Wearing real gold on a dress is quite the statement.” Renata hums and continues walking.

“I was not made aware of the dress until yesterday when they handed the box to me.” You sigh, glancing at the gold metalwork, “If I had a say in it, I wouldn’t be wearing someone’s life savings.”

“Well, being the Heiress of such an esteemed House requires you to dress the part.” You could hear the irritation in her voice. You force yourself to hold back a chuckle. ‘She hates not knowing things. She must've been pissed off when I told her instead of her knowing beforehand.’

“I was quite recently adopted into it, Ms.Glasc. Your informants were not wrong.” You placate her, “This information is meant to be a secret until tonight, and please… call me Y/n around this crowd... I’m sure you’re aware of separate identities.” You say lowly.

“Congratulations, Y/n. I’m sure our mutual interest will continue to flourish.” Renata gives you a wicked smirk that has you blushing. ‘I know she’s speaking of the Digitalis but that smirk speaks of other things.’ You nod your head and walk the rest of the way in silence.

The two of you reach a large mansion enclosed by a black iron gate. At the entrance stands four Enforcers and it makes your hand twitch. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that they won’t attack you and you shouldn’t attack them. ‘I’m worth protecting to them when I look like this. They won’t immediately turn me away… and I don’t need to put my knife through their skulls.’ An Enforcer steps in front of you and holds out their hand.

“Invitations, please.” The Enforcer waits for you to take them out. Behind you, you can hear the sound of footsteps and chatter. An annoyingly high-pitched giggle makes you wince. You hand your invitation over and he takes a moment to look at it. His eyes widen when he reads yours and he clears his throat, “Enjoy your evening, Ms.Glasc, H-Heiress Pyre.” The Enforcer hands them back to you and steps aside. You roll your eyes once you’re clear of them and turn to Renata, “Is it always like this?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Always.” Renata nods with a roll of her eyes. You’re welcomed through the front doors by a butler and a maid leads you to the ballroom. The mansion is filled with extravagant decorations that scream expensive. It makes you wonder how many people you could feed with all this money. ‘I wonder how much that vase would sell for? I’ll ask my Bilgewater contact. He’ll know.’ You remind yourself to swipe it later.

“Here is the ballroom, ma’am.” The maid curtseys before walking back to the entrance. Renata and you make eye contact before you lift your chin, her adjusting her respirator and walking in. Your eyes are immediately bombarded with a sea of bright lights and colors. The large crowd of people is standing around and chatting with each other. Many of them are wearing ridiculously gaudy outfits or jewelry that comes off unflattering. A server stops the two of you and hands you a champagne flute that has you holding back a grimace. You give them a thankful smile and take a sip. ‘Ugh. Brut. They’re rich and can’t afford a bottle of sweet champagne? I wasn’t going to drink, but this is more of a reason not to.’

“Ms.Glasc!” A woman in a yellow dress waves her over. You hear Renata let out a small click of her tongue in distaste.

“Mrs.Stafford.” Renata says stiffly which has you glancing at her curiously.

“It’s wonderful to see you again! I was just telling Marge that the samples of your perfume line are exquisite!” The woman fonds. The look she’s giving Renata shows more than a casual interest in her, making you hold back an amused smile. Mrs.Stafford’s eyes flick to you when you step closer to Renata, “Oh! Who’s this with you? You usually come alone.”

“Heiress Pyre.” You reveal, “Renata’s main business associate. You are?” You purposefully use her first name to convey your familiarity. Mrs.Stafford blinks, caught off guard while you gaze at her expectantly. You patiently wait for her to respond as a handful of emotions flash in her eyes. Envy and panic stand out the most.

“Heiress Pyre!” Mrs.Stafford gasps, “You’re Ms.Glasc’s associate? I thought you weren’t accepting any business partners?” The woman snaps her head to Renata. You could feel Renata’s eyes boring into the side of your head, knowing she was annoyed with you for that. ‘Just because we’re in public doesn’t mean I won’t tease you.’ You smile mischievously at her.

“Y/n is an old acquaintance of mine. When she approached me with an interesting proposal, I couldn’t turn her down.” Renata explains. As the conversation carries on, your eyes drift around the room, taking in the positions of the Enforcers and all exits. Coincidentally, they were all positioned by them. ‘Hm standing in front of a window like that can get you killed. One well-placed shot from Popper and you’d be dead before your body hit the floor. Who is running security here?’ You tsk.

“Heiress Pyre.” You turn your attention to a new arrival, “I heard you do business with Ms.Glasc. What is your joint venture, if you don’t mind me asking?” The man leans close to you as well as the others who have gathered. ‘Hmm, Renata has a fair amount of people interested in her. Why don’t I boost her popularity? It would pay off in the end.’ You let go of Renata’s bicep and clasp your hands in front of you with a cheery smile.

“Renata has generously agreed to assist me in producing advanced medicine for the residents of Zaun. In fact, our first dosages have been distributed to select locations for community approval.” Your smile becomes blinding, “I am very pleased with her results.”

“Wait. You’ve already produced a product?” The man’s watery eyes widen, showing his jealousy, “You’ve only been working together for a few months?”

“Oh, that. Yes, it’s only been a few months, but Renata is extremely efficient. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Everything we discuss gets put forward in a timely manner.” The words roll off your tongue sickly-sweet, “I am lucky to be working with her.” The tone of your voice hides the anger boiling under your skin. ‘All they care about is the money and prestige. They completely glossed over the medicine being made for Zaunites. Didn’t even question it.’

“Y/n has been a valuable partner.” Renata rasps, “She is very skilled when it comes to creation and she tests her own products before approving them. It was her idea to create this medicine.”

“Heiress Pyre, I hope you don’t mind me asking.” A man in a suit matching Mrs.Stafford comes over, “Where is your father?”

“Lord Pyre is my uncle, not my father. It’s poor manners to not have done research on your guests.” You chastise him, making him flinch, “He will be arriving with his Essa shortly, but in the meantime, I’m the one you come to about business matters with our House.” You carry on as if you hadn’t bruised his ego. You were going to enjoy making these people beg for your attention. After all, your people have been doing that for years. “Remember, you’re higher than them. Don’t let them try to walk over you just because you’re an Heiress. They’ll think you’re less important than me and may try to go past you to get to me.” Uncle Cassius tells you, “Our power is substantial and they will do anything to touch it. Remind them that they must go through you, too.”

‘He should have warned me they’d be insufferable.’ You deflect more questions and give simple answers. Questions about your House’s wealth, if you really were the Heiress, and even questions about your marital status! ‘Please get here soon, uncle. I’d rather you answer these questions.’ You groan mentally. ‘I don’t know what my marital status has to do with anything!’

~

Vi grumbles as she stands by the windows of the ballroom. Ever since they forced her to join Caitlyn on the squad, she was given Enforcer classes and sent out on occasional surveillance jobs. This is the first time she’s had to play the part of security, and she hates it. When they tried to put her in a dress like Caitlyn’s, she tore the damn thing in two. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something so… conspicuous. Caitlyn got them to customize an outfit for her that wouldn’t make her jump out of the window. Unfortunately, she was required to wear heeled boots. ‘Why couldn’t they be regular boots? These have like three fucking inches on them.’ She agitatedly shuffles her feet. Caitlyn was off with her mother, so that left Vi standing with a couple of Enforcers. They were talking with each other as if she wasn’t standing in the middle of them, and it annoyed her. She wanted to walk away from this area, it made her feel too open and exposed. A large window is to her back and would make her the perfect target for a stealth sniper. That thought alone made her antsy to move, but when she tried to, they said she couldn’t unless the Sheriff came to get her.

So, Vi resigned herself to watching the crowd of upper-class people mingle. The outfit colors hurt her eyes, with the majority of them being bright and vivid, or gaudy and too much. ‘The only people who wear things like that work in the Red Light District. Wearing that anywhere else is screaming to get jumped or robbed.’ Vi observes and closes her eyes for a moment. ‘This is miserable. I’m miserable. Holy shit, get me out of here.’

“Pssst, Vi!” One of the male Enforcers whisper-shouts to her. Vi slowly turns her head and gives them a dead stare.

“What?” Vi says dully.

“You’re the Sheriff’s girlfriend, right?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“What?! No!” Vi denies it, “We’ve never been and never will be! So stop thinking that way!” She hisses. ‘They don’t stop asking! Why don’t they just tell their friends?! Gods, I’m sick of answering this question. Yes, I started crushing on Caitlyn but that crush died the moment Y/n confirmed her feelings for me.’ She grumbles, going back to surveying the crowd. The hosts, the Staffords, were huddled together looking at a piece of paper with Mel. ‘Boring. This whole thing is boring and I’ve only been here for an hour. Gods, help me.’

“Hey!” The other Enforcer snaps at her, “Keep your eyes on the door! We have to know every face that enters the room.” Vi growls to herself and goes back to staring at the door, but she wasn’t focused. ‘I can’t be the only one bored out of my mind. The music is awful. Slow, classical music that’s putting me to sleep. And we’re supposed to stand around doing nothing but watch all night.’

“Vi?” Caitlyn’s voice sounds from in front of her. She jolts, startled, to see her standing there with two water glasses in her hand. ‘I didn’t notice her approaching me. I was too distracted. Fuck, I can’t do that. That could’ve gotten me killed.’

“Here.” Caitlyn holds one out to her, “Are you okay? You didn’t respond to me calling you…?”

“I’m fine.” Vi takes a sip of her water, “I’m bored out of my mind, is all.” She shrugs.

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long.” Caitlyn leads her to another area along the wall, “Apparently there are some very powerful people attending today and the hosts wanted to make sure that security is tight. If something happens, they’d be shunned.”

“It’s fine, you’re doing your job.” Vi leans against a column, “Just because your mother doesn’t trust me doesn’t mean you need to babysit me.” She says bitterly.

“Vi.” Caitlyn sighs, “My mother isn’t the reason I’m looking out for you. This is a huge change, and being around these people is probably difficult for you.”

“No, no, I actually love being around the people who condemn my city.” Vi says sarcastically.

“Sorry, that was in poor taste.” Caitlyn winces.

“Ya think?” Vi scoffs, glancing at the entrance. Her eyes land on a red and black dress that’s soothing after all of the brighter colors. ‘Now this person has taste.’ Her eyes flicker to the person’s face and she freezes.

“You could at least-!” Caitlyn‘s voice abruptly stops, but Vi’s not paying attention. Her heart starts to race as she realizes who the person is. ‘Y-Y/n. Y/n? What’s Y/n doing here?! And, who the hell’s arm is she holding onto?!’ Vi’s heart pounds in her chest as she watches them accept a drink and carry on walking, disappearing into the crowd.

“Vi!” Caitlyn shouts, snapping her finger in front of her face. Vi looks back at her and Caitlyn gives her an exasperated look.

“As I was saying… My mother is calling me over, so please stay here and be nice.” Caitlyn begs her, “When I’m done, we can go dance, okay? This shouldn’t take long.” She doesn’t wait for Vi’s response before hurrying away. ‘I don’t really dance like that. Especially not in front of people I don’t know.’ Vi watches the couples ballroom dancing. Their way of dancing is vastly different from the way they dance in Zaun. ‘The only person I’ve ever danced with is… Y/n.’ Vi has to clench her hand to keep herself from sprinting into the crowd. ‘It’s been months. Months. I can wait a few more minutes… I think.’ She takes a deep breath to calm down and tries to distract herself.

~

You smile wistfully as Night Stalker does loops and swirls in the air in front of you. For some reason, you’ve been missing Vi more than ever tonight. It made your heart ache to not be in this situation with her, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t appreciated your night with Renata. The Baroness is fun to party with, especially when you’re taking turns in manipulating these upper-class people. ‘They don’t realize we have them in the palm of our hands.’ You rest your head against her shoulder as you look at the city below you. You had walked out to the balcony for some private time to talk after fielding people for a while.

While Renata was a popular woman, you quickly became popular on your own. Many people wanted to get to know you - well, your wealth - and it was the perfect playground for you. Working in the brothel got you used to attention, taught you how to work a person and this was allowing you to flex your talents. It was the same boring conversation over and over again, but you took advantage of it. You drew them in, played their games, and made notes of who these people were and what their jobs were. It would come in handy in the next few weeks.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Renata breaks the silence, “It’s a view I’ve come to despise.”

“I prefer the view of the Undercity. More character, more variety, and more neon lights.” You say teasingly, “These buildings all look the same.” You chuckle together.

“Ah, but you’ll do something about that one day, won’t you?” Renata gives you a side smirk. You return the smirk before you feel something pass the marker you placed. You sigh to yourself. ‘There goes the moment of peace.’ You indicate that you can sense someone approaching and Renata turns at the sound of heels.

“Ms.Glasc, it’s wonderful to see you here tonight.” Says a sophisticated-looking woman. You lean against the banister and observe the woman. ‘A purple suit, stern demeanor, graying hair… hm, she’s someone in a high position.’

“Councilor Kiramman, I can return the sentiment.” Renata responds emotionlessly.

“Who’s this with you?” Councilor Kiramman gives you an appraising look that rubs you the wrong way. ‘She didn’t even have the common decency to be polite. She must really mistrust Renata if she couldn’t bother to be courteous with me.’

“Heiress Pyre, Councilor.” You give her a tight smile, “If this is how all of the councilors conduct themselves with guests then I’d prefer not to associate with them.” You cross your arms. Councilor Kiramman’s face turns shocked as you glare at her.

“Excuse me, Heiress Pyre?” A woman your age grabs your attention as she approaches your small group with a shy smile.

“Yes?” You give her a friendly smile.

“Would you be so kind as to hang out with my friends and me? We’re interested in how a woman like you ended up where you are today.” She covers a blush with her hand. You share a glance with Renata and she waves you off.

“I’d be delighted to…?” You walk over to her, presenting your arm.

“Heiress Stafford. My family is the one hosting tonight.” Heiress Stafford introduces herself, taking your arm.

“It’s nice to meet you. Please tell me about yourself.” You let her guide you into the crowd. The councilor left a sour taste in your mouth and talking to her again tonight would be too soon.

~

It’s a while before Caitlyn comes back with a sympathetic look on her face. Vi bites the inside of her cheek to keep a snippy comment in. ‘That wasn’t a quick moment at all.’

“Okay, well… My mother needs your eyes and ears while she speaks with Ms.Glasc. Do you know of her?” Caitlyn questions. Vi gives her a look that says everything she needs to know. ‘Do I know of her?! Of course, I do! The Glascs are as close to Zaunite nobility as you can get! Every Zaunite knows about the family who kept most of us alive. My mother made it to twenty because of them.’

“Yes, I do.” Vi confirms, “I’m guessing she wants me to stake her out or something?”

“She wants you to see if she’s being truthful about her line of work. I’ll be there as well so you’re not alone.” Caitlyn gives an apologetic smile. ‘As long as it gets me away from this damn wall. I can look for Y/n in the process.’

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” Vi huffs and allows Caitlyn to lead her through the crowd. As they walk, she tries to spot Y/n but has no success. There are so many people that she could be hidden by the crowd. They find Caitlyn’s mother standing next to a tall woman dressed in white and Vi could tell from the metalwork on her suit that she's a Zaunite. Then, it clicked. ‘That’s the woman Y/n walked in with! Wait. Y/n walked in with Renata Glasc?! Then… where’s Y/n?’

“…interesting that you have chosen to create a perfume line.” Vi catches the end of Cassandra’s sentence.

“Yes, it’s an area of beauty I feel most passionate about.” Ms.Glasc says. From how put-together she appears, she’s clearly someone who cares about their appearance so it makes sense.

“Are you doing anything other than perfume?” Caitlyn speaks up. Vi awkwardly shuffles her feet when the woman’s magenta eyes land on her. She was torn between being respectful and wanting to interrogate Ms.Glasc about Y/n’s whereabouts. ‘Y/n’s hostility towards Piltover’s upper class is just as strong as mine, if not stronger. This is probably her worst nightmare or her playground.’ Vi decides to give Ms.Glasc a nod and her nerves settle slightly when Ms.Glasc gave her a nod back. This woman had come in with Y/n, so Vi wasn’t even going to pretend to get dirt on her for Cassandra. ‘If Y/n is with her, it’s for a reason.’ Yet, Vi couldn’t help some of the jealousy that she felt.

“Ms. Glasc was just accompanied by her business associate, Heiress Pyre. She was called away by my daughter a few moments ago.” Mrs.Stafford cuts in, coming out of nowhere, “She said they created a medicine that’s being distributed.” That makes Vi perk up. ‘Medicine. That has to be the reason Y/n’s with her.’

“A medicine?” Caitlyn’s mother inquires, “Was it cleared by Piltover’s medical board?” Vi finds herself paying close attention to Ms.Glasc. Not because of Cassandra, but for her own interest. Except, Vi knew that the woman was paying attention to her as well. She was a Zaunite in an Enforcer's uniform.

“Yes. A medicine. We’re only distributing within Zaun at the moment, so there’s no need for Piltover’s involvement. The Heiress isn’t sure she wishes to go global with it as of now.” Renata nods. Vi bites her lip anxiously when she realizes that this conversation is going to be a long one. ‘All I want to do is find Y/n. I need to talk to her. Six months is too long. It’s more than enough time for her to plan.’

~

After being led away from Renata, you were interrogated about your dress and where you got it. It was painful seeing their reactions when you mentioned the metalwork is real gold. They practically fell all over you, wanting to get in your good graces. You explained that it wasn’t your idea, but your uncle commissioned the dress without your input. So, they switched topics to the armor and your House necklace. You blatantly said that it was a Zaun fashion piece and you wanted to represent both of your homes. That made them go quiet.

You were overjoyed when Dawn found you and whisked you away. She was decked out in formal battle gear which had you raising your brows. The silent look she gave you told you everything you needed to know. ‘It does make sense to have armor that’s pleasing to the eyes for diplomatic reasons.’ You spot your uncle and enthusiastically wave at him.

“Uncle Cassius!” You grin and give the man a hug, “You’re pulling off this suit better than I thought you would!” You tease, having only seen him in casual clothing and his warrior armor. It’s a stone grey suit with golden details that’s very easy on the eyes. ‘Thank Janna, I don’t think my eyes can handle another bright outfit.’

“Hello, Y/n! I’m afraid I don’t look quite as splendid as you do in that dress!” Uncle Cassius compliments you, making you blush slightly. You had added in accessories of your own to feel less out of place in such a fancy gown. It had screamed Noxian so you made it feel a bit more Zaunite with mismatched stockings and shoulder plates.

“Thank you.” You show off the gown, “I’ve never worn anything this extravagant before.”

“Lord Pyre, this your niece?” Two women approach the three of you. From the armor they’re wearing, they’re two of the three elite Essa accompanying your uncle. It was the older warrior that questioned him with a sweet smile.

“Ah, yes. This is my niece, Y/n Pyre.” Uncle Cassius practically shoves you towards them.

“Essa Konia, my Lady.” The warrior happily greets you, kissing you on the hand, “It is wonderful to see you in person. The Lord speaks highly of you.”

“I agree.” The other warrior steps forward, “Essa Fei, my Lady. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” She kisses your hand too.

“I’m pleased to meet the Essa who keeps my stubborn uncle out of trouble.” You smile mischievously, “I’ve learned he’s a handful from Essa Dawn’s stories.”

“Ah, ah, let’s not go there, hm?” Uncle Cassius cuts in, making your group laugh.

“Don’t be quick to throw him in front of a boar, young Heiress. We’ve heard about your training during your childhood.” Essa Fei smiles slyly. You blink before whirling around and giving your uncle a playfully panicked look.

“You didn’t!” You gasp dramatically and a laugh is your answer. A firm pat on your back has you frowning at Dawn who's holding in a laugh of her own.

“On the other hand, we’ve heard brilliant stories about you as well.” Essa Konia comes to your rescue. You smile at her thankfully as the conversation picks up. You take some time getting to know them, hearing their stories of how they swore fealty, and learning that you’ll have Essa of your own. It fascinates you to know that the tribe is still prospering to this day.

“As the Heiress of the Tribe, your protection is the top priority. Your Essa can be anyone but they must be sworn to you and the House.” Dawn finishes her explanation as you listen with rapt attention.

“Can they be someone you’re married to?” You tilt your head.

“Yes, but that’s a love that few can manage.” Essa Konia nods. The group falls into silence as you think about what was said to you. A few people come by to greet your uncle and rave about how well-mannered you are. Although, the amusement in your family’s eyes said otherwise.

“Heiress Pyre.” Essa Fei approaches you, “You have a few ladies who say they know you and the Lord. May they approach?” You follow where she’s pointing to see Niki and Megan. You smile fondly and nod your head. Essa Fei beckons them over and they practically run to you.

“Berry!” They chime together and give you a hug. Since you gave the girls the option of joining the Furies, they reached out to you a few weeks later and agreed to join. The majority of them have been busy with everything going on in Piltover, so the only communication you had were the notes sent back and forth. They weren’t aware of your uncle staying in the Rapids.

“Professor!” You step aside so they can give your uncle a hug. ‘If they’re here, then their patrons must be here as well.’

“Niki! Megan!” Your uncle grins at them, “It’s been six years since I’ve last heard from either of you.”

“We tried to get in touch, but the letters never went through.” Niki frowns.

“Ah, yes, they wouldn’t have. You see, my niece and I were at the University with aliases to keep my trip to the isthmus a secret. My full name is Lord Cassius Pyre.” Uncle Cassius clarifies to them. Their eyes go wide, making you giggle.

“And my name isn’t Berry. It’s Y/n.” You finish his clarification, “Heiress Y/n Pyre.” You wink. Their jaws drop before Megan facepalms and throws her arms out.

“That makes so much sense!” Megan laughs, “And here we thought you didn’t want anything to do with us! Be- Y/n! You could have said… something?”

“I’m sorry!” You laugh, taken by surprise with the situation, “A secret is a secret.”

“Oh! We’ve got to go find our bosses, but we saw the two of you first and had to say hello!” Megan grins, “But, we will come back if we finish our rounds.”

“Please do, I’d love to hear more about your lives.” Your uncle waves them off. You resume your conversation for a bit longer before you decide to go find Renata. You had planned on introducing her to your uncle tonight. ‘I wonder if Mrs.Stafford offered to warm her bed for the night.’ You snort to yourself. ‘Who am I kidding? She probably asked her husband for a divorce with how blatantly she was flirting.’ You take a step away when the sound of a throat clearing has you turning around to see your visitors. ‘It’s strange not using my senses here, but it wouldn’t be wise. If I sense something I don’t like, I don’t know if I’d be able to contain myself.’

You find yourself looking at a burly woman with numerous scars. You recognize the look of her clothes and notice a crest adorning them over the left breast. With her is the woman you recognize to be Councilor Medarda. Between the two, there are similarities that tell you they’re related. ‘Interesting. I wasn’t aware that one of the Councilors is Noxian.’ You file that information away.

“I hope I am not interrupting, Cassius.” The burly woman’s voice comes out powerfully, “It has been a long time since I’ve seen you, my friend. I was eager to see you once I heard you’d been invited.” She grins widely and grips forearms with your uncle in greeting. ‘They’re battle-bonded. So, we’re close with her House.’

“Ambessa Medarda! It has been too long! It’s a wonderful sight to see you here.” Uncle Cassius’ eyes flick to you, “And here I was thinking I was the only Warlord invited.” You mentally thank your uncle for the information. He moves his gaze to the councilor and holds out his hand.

“Little Mel! I’ve heard that you’re a woman of many talents, now. Not so little anymore when you’re sitting on the council.” Uncle Cassius shakes her hand.

“You’ve heard right, Lord Pyre.” Mel’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes, “I’ve heard you’re claiming more land in the country.”

“Ah, I was afraid your mother might beat me to it!” Uncle Cassius jokes.

“Nonsense.” Ambessa’s voice rumbles, “My territorial days are over… and to address your previous statement - Where you go, I am sure to follow. Yet, it has been some time since you’ve attended an event like this. You prefer staying local. What’s the occasion, if I may be so bold?”

“More guests approach, my Lord.” Essa Fei cuts in and steps aside. ‘Did I miss that announcement earlier?’ You furrow your brow as the people are revealed. Councilor Kiramman stops beside Mel but it’s the next person who makes you agitated. ‘Caitlyn!’ You snarl in your mind, slightly narrowing your eyes at her. Caitlyn’s face shifts into surprise but it’s quickly replaced with suspicion. It’s visible in her body language in the way she crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at you. ‘The feeling is mutual.’ You hiss, bawling your hand into a fist behind your back.

“Lord Pyre, I’d like for you to meet Councilor Kiramman and her daughter, Caitlyn.” Mel gestures to them and your eyes widen in shock. ‘Daughter?! She is the daughter of a noble then!’ The anger rolls through you. ‘No wonder. A councilor’s daughter.’ You mentally roll your eyes.

“Good evening.” Your uncle nods at them, before addressing his companion, “My niece brings me here, Ambessa...” Uncle Cassius places a hand on your shoulder. All eyes are on you as you give a disarming smile.

“It is time for her to be presented as part of the House.” You witness Caitlyn’s startled look in the corner of your eye and hold back a chuckle. Suddenly, something in the back of your mind tingles in awareness. Your instincts are trying to tell you about someone near you. You subtly scan the people around you but none of them set it off. ‘What? Who is it, then?’ You nervously check again.

“Your niece? I wasn’t aware you have one.” Ambessa raises an eyebrow, looking you over. The others nod their heads in agreement.

“She has been kept a secret, along with her brother.” Uncle Cassius relays, “You’re aware of Noxian traditions when it comes to children of the House.” Ambessa nods in understanding. You bite the inside of your lip as the feeling gets worse.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking why?” You hear Caitlyn question, “I’m not aware of Noxian tradition.” Your head turns in her direction just as you catch someone stopping next to her. You take in the Enforcer-like uniform before finding the person’s face. ‘No. No. No. No. No! Tattoo. Scars.’ You suck in a sharp breath as you make eye contact with icy blue eyes. Those very same eyes widen in disbelief as they notice you. ‘Y/n.’ Vi mouths in silent awe.

“My niece is a Magicborn who discovered her magic very young. Within Noxus, magical youth are pushed to join the military or use it to the House’s benefit. The family agreed to wait until they were older to bring them into our circle.” Uncle Cassius explains but he sounds far away. The tingling in the back of your mind becomes a buzz and you realize what it meant. ‘Vi… Vi?’ You hold each other’s gaze for a moment longer before you forcefully break eye contact. You exhale, not realizing that you were holding your breath. Vi hands a glass of champagne to Caitlyn and her mother, making something bitter curl in your stomach. ‘She’s here with Caitlyn. I guess she is forgetting about us… looking like an Enforcer, nonetheless.’ You tune back into the conversation when it turns to you, stepping forward to formally introduce yourself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms.Medarda.” You hold out your hand with a dazzling smile, “As a friend of the House, please feel free to call me Y/n.” Ambessa grips your wrist and you return the gesture. The calluses on her hands indicate years of wielding a weapon, “You must wield a strong hand.”

“Years of hard work. Call me Ambessa, Y/n.” Ambessa gives you a grin, “Your hands indicate years of hard work as well. You must wield a strong weapon.” She compliments you.

“My uncle is none too gentle during training.” You chuckle, letting go, and take a step back so you can see everyone. It puts Vi back in your line of sight and you can see how intensely she’s staring at you.

“Tell me, what kind of magic do you possess that would require you to be hidden?” Ambessa raises an eyebrow in interest. You glance at your uncle who nods. ‘It’s up to me on what I disclose.’

“I would prefer to speak of it in a more private setting. I live within the isthmus, so I am open to meeting you when you’re available.” You deflect.

“Then I will be in contact.” Ambessa nods.

“Now, who’s our new arrival?” Your uncle raises a brow at Vi, “I am not familiar with her.” The two of you meet eyes again before Councilor Kiramman steps forward. Your fingers tangle into the fabric of your dress as you try to keep your emotions down. The tingling in your fingertips reminds you that your magic is itching to do something. ‘Breathe. This is no place to let my magic out. Especially not when I’m upset.’

“Ah, where are my manners?” Councilor Kiramman shakes her head, “This is my daughter’s friend, Vi. She’s working under Caitlyn in the Enforcers squadron. Being from the Undercity, Vi has been helping us look for someone. I’d like to discuss it with you at a later date, Lord Pyre, if possible.” You thin your lips as you turn away from them. ‘She is an Enforcer now? Wow… I-I can’t believe this, but I need to be there for that conversation about Jinx. I can get information firsthand.’ Your uncle’s eyes flick to you.

“It would have to be soon since I am returning to Noxus.” Uncle Cassius agrees, “My niece will be present for it as well.” You give him a thankful smile and he throws you a wink. Your eyes slowly find themselves back on Vi and you feel something swell in your chest. ‘She’s… gorgeous in her uniform. Sophisticated. She carries herself well, even though I can tell she doesn’t want to be wearing it. And those heels make her calves-’ You choke back a purr and let out a small cough. ‘How am I upset with her but checking her out?! That doesn’t work!’

“Are you alright?” Councilor Medarda approaches you, Caitlyn following on her heels, while Vi keeps a bit away. You glance over her shoulder to see the other two are in a discussion with your uncle.

“Yes, thank you, Councilor. It happens sometimes because of my magic.” You brush off her concern.

“Please, call me Mel. Your uncle is… well, like an uncle to me.” Mel chuckles, “It wouldn’t be right for you to address me so formally.”

“Mel it is, then.” You chuckle. Soon, you find yourself in a conversation with her. You carefully question her about Hextech, keeping in mind the guarded way she responds, and steadily trying to ignore Vi. That was easier said than done by how badly you wanted to look at her. She would say something to you and you would respond to it formally. You showed no inclination of being familiar with her, and Vi was following your lead. Except, that worried you. ‘Why would she be following my lead? Wouldn’t she want them to know we’re acquainted in some way? And, Caitlyn is not-so-subtly trying to get information out of me so that would help her.’ Vi was one of the most cunning people you knew. Her silence terrified you more than her shouting.

“Will you be heading to Noxus with your-?”

“-So, you came here with Ms.Glasc?” Vi cuts Caitlyn off, stepping closer to you, “Is that because you’re business partners?”

“Yes, Renata is a great partner. She’s quite dependable and gets the job done.” You respond with a coy smile. You don’t miss the way her jaw clenches. ‘Vi’s jealous. She’s jealous that I’m here with Renata? Interesting.’

“You’re from Zaun, Vi.” Your uncle and the others join your conversation, “How do you feel hearing about this medicine for your people.” He questions her. Vi takes a moment to think, examining the group before tucking her hands into her pockets.

“I think it’s been a long time coming. It’s something my people desperately need, and I’m… relieved to know that Y/n is the one who created it.” Vi answers honestly, making you pause. ‘She said my name. She said my name. She indicated familiarity, but she wouldn’t know that, right? Right?!’ The smug look in her eyes says otherwise. ‘Shit, and we’ve been acting like we don’t know each other. Fuck, Vi, look what you did!’ You practically scream at her with your eyes. Councilor Kiramman gives the two of you an intense look.

“Are you two acquainted?” Councilor Kiramman questions with a tight voice. The curious stares from the others and your uncle have you nervously tapping your fingers. You open your mouth to answer but Vi beats you to it.

“Acquainted? We grew up together in Zaun.” Vi says casually, “Y/n and I were best friends before I was wrongfully thrown into prison.” You felt like you might faint from her words. You had pushed too far and Vi was paying you back for it. Now you would have to explain why you didn’t reveal that in the first place. ‘She’s always been good at talking me into a corner. I let my guard down around her without even realizing it.’

“If you know Vi, how come you didn’t say so?” Mel furrows her brow.

“It’s a shock for me to see her here tonight.” You clear your throat, “And I’m sure it’s a shock for her as well. I didn’t want to broach that topic in such a setting.” They nod in understanding but the conversation goes quiet, no doubt wondering what’s the exact reason you didn’t acknowledge Vi. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. ‘Sneaky, but she won’t win this. If she wants to talk, then we’ll talk.’

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get some air.” You turn and head for the garden doors without waiting for their responses. The buzzing in your mind quiets as you move but it doesn’t go away. That’s how you know Vi is following, and that very thought makes your pulse beat a bit harder.

[kindredjoy]

Biografi Champion

Daftar di bawah ini disusun berdasarkan abjad. Konten bisa bertambah seiring waktu.

A

Aatrox | Ahri | Akali | Akshan | Alistar | Amumu | Anivia | Annie | Aphelios | Ashe | Aurelion Sol | Azir

B

Bard | Bel'Veth | Blitzcrank | Brand | Braum | Briar

C

Caitlyn | Camille | Cassiopeia | Cho'Gath | Corki

D

Darius | Diana | Dr. Mundo | Draven

E

Ekko | Elise | Evelynn | Ezreal

F

Fiddlesticks | Fiora | Fizz

G

Galio | Gangplank | Garen | Gnar | Gragas | Graves | Gwen

H

Hecarim | Heimerdinger | Hwei

I

Illaoi | Irelia | Ivern

J

Janna | Jarvan IV | Jax | Jayce | Jhin | Jinx

K

K'Sante | Kai'sa | Kalista | Karma | Karthus | Kassadin | Katarina | Kayle | Kayn | Kennen | Kha'Zix | Kindred | Kled | Kog'Maw

L

Leblanc | Lee Sin | Leona | Lillia | Lissandra | Lucian | Lulu | Lux

M

Malphite | Malzahar | Maokai | Master Yi | Milio | Miss Fortune | Mordekaiser | Morgana

N

Naafiri | Nami | Nasus | Nautilus | Neeko | Nidalee | Nilah | Nocturne | Nunu & Willump

O

Olaf | Orianna | Ornn

P

Pantheon | Poppy | Pyke

Q

Qiyana | Quinn

R

Rakan | Rammus | Rek'Sai | Rell | Renata Glasc | Renekton | Rengar | Riven | Rumble | Ryze

S

Samira | Sejuani | Senna | Seraphine | Sett | Shaco | Shen | Shyvana | Singed | Sion | Sivir | Skarner | Smolder | Sona | Soraka | Swain | Sylas | Syndra

T

Tahm Kench | Taliyah | Talon | Taric | Teemo | Thresh | Tristana | Trundle | Tryndamere | Twisted Fate | Twitch

U

Udyr | Urgot

V

Varus | Vayne | Veigar | Vel'Koz | Vex | Vi | Viego | Viktor | Vladimir | Volibear

W

Warwick | Wukong

X

Xayah | Xerath | Xin Zhao

Y

Yasuo | Yone | Yorick | Yuumi

Z

Zac | Zed | Zeri | Ziggs | Zilean | Zoe | Zyra

[sevikasupremacy]

I have some unfinished drafts for Ambessa x Reader, Sevika x Reader, and Renata x Reader so hopefully I’ll be able to finish them by next week 🥲

Oh and did I say that they’re all NSFW?

[thehoundwrites]

Petnames: Part 2

Characters and what they call their s/o [feminine]

Illaoi:

Babygirl, little one, love, baby, darling, sweetheart

Jayce:

Babe, Queen, Sugar, Sweety, Darling, Baby, Angel

Viktor:

Treasure, My light, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Gorgeous

Caitlyn:

Cutie, Princess, Baby, Babe, Hunny, Lovely, Wifey

Mel:

Gorgeous, Queen, Lover, Treasure, Kitty, Babygirl

Reneta:

Gorgeous, My dear, Mine, Princess, Babygirl, lKitten

[veryvaughnny]

Btw I'm les 💕

[sevikasmainwhore]

There still isn’t much Sevika x reader x Renata Glasc 👀

youre so right.

Mutual Understanding

Sevika x Reader x Renata hcs.

no gender is specified but female genitalia is mentioned

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons❥

𝗦𝗙𝗪 ⇰

Renata is like the giver of the relationship. Puts her money to AMAZING use.

Spoils you and Sevika rotten. Mainly you though because Sevika puts her money to good use too.

Rented out the last drop just for you three just for a little date night

Don’t ever try to do anything for them. They don’t like it. They won’t deny or refuse anything from you though.

You’re always in the middle during cuddle sessions or even the nightly routine.

If you never have anything to do you’re either with Renata walking around her office clung to her arm like a piece of arm candy or you’re on Sevikas lap while she plays her card games.

They’re favorite thing to have you do is count their earnings. They just really think it looks hot.

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 ⇰

Hard Dom Renata w/ Equally Hard Dom Sevika???

Sevikas favorite thing to do is fuck your throat while Renata you’d with your pussy. Teasing you.

Queens of Dirty talk

“Louder y/n” “Look at me while you suck it” “That’s my good slut”

They both get in fake arguments over who can fuck you better just so they can be rough with you.

Sevika likes to finger you while recording you for Renata

Both take good care of you after they’ve had their way. Renata would kiss your nose, your forehead, your neck while Sevikas wipes you down

“Ahh..ha..Se-Sevika” You moaned out, burying your face in her neck.

“Yea, keep saying my name like that” She said, lowly. You may not have been able to see her but you could tell just from the way she said it she had a shit eating grin across her face.

It was her idea to fuck on the kitchen counter anyway, of course she’d be feeling cocky.

Sevika knew Renata was getting off work around this time, so she saw an opportunity and took it.

Her thrust got harder and sloppier, not caring if you came or not, she brings her hand up to your throat tracing her thumb up to your mouth. You took her hint and started sucking. She chuckled, licking up from your neck to your ear.

“What would Renata think, huh?”

What would she think?? That you enjoy Sevika more than you do her?? That you really are just a hole for them?? The thought of it all made you whimper, or it could’ve just been the sound of the front door opening.

“Speak of the devil”

Renata was home.

“Who’s idea was it this time?” Renata asked, leaning up against the doorframe with her arms crossed

Without stopping Sevika answered

“You should know who by now shouldn’t you?”

Renata scoffed, coming towards you two.

“And you just couldn’t say no could you?

You were at a lost. She wasn’t upset sure but it was gonna be one hell of a night if this kept up.

note: it’s hot

[nyctophiliq]

AHHHH can you do arcane milfs and reader with age gap? Like maybe something that explores how they feel about being older than reader. Thanks<3

✮ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 ; cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, enforcer grayson, renata glasc, sevika

content warning. afab! reader, sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, age gap, mention of suggestive themes(?), characters are worried, and the reader is a bit oblivious to it

moss' notes. this is such an amazing idea, moss wants to kiss the anonie on the lips (only if anonie lets moss ofc) another note, moss doesn't think they did justice so they might just come back to this later :)

— CASSANDRA...

it wasn't uncommon between her peers to fool around with a much younger partner, to crave the companion of a young person so they themselves can feel a little younger. she sees it as a normal thing in the world, back then in the older days there were teenagers marrying men in their fifties and up, nowadays that doesn't happen but it's somehow still there in a much healthier way.

it doesn't bother her but the ill talks about your relationship fuel her anger. those nights she has a hard time going to sleep, rambling about how it doesn't matter, that they are lies, and that the two of you will never end up like all her comrades do.

x "no matter the gossip, no matter the looks, i love you with all my heart my darling, nothing can change that."

— AMBESSA...

at first, she wouldn't be too worried about the age gap between the two of you, giving no special thought to it because she had plenty of girls as young as her own daughter or even younger before. but when she thinks about having a family, a long life with you the fearless warlord can't help but be scared of what is to come. she had never really thought about her own mortality, she decided if death is to take her to battler then she will be pleased, but with you in the picture, she is not sure if she would like that either.

x "i live in great fear now with you by myself, but i don't dread it, i just hope it will ease. i love you, my dearest y/n."

— GRAYSON...

she can't, she faces so many dirty people on her job, people who take advantage of younger people and call them stupid just because of the age gap is just unacceptable in her opinion. she has a hard time accepting her feelings for you, struggling every step of the way and even now that you have been together for a while she still feels that she needs to apologize if she has ever made you feel like you were just a pretty young thing, a toy that she could use as she pleased. she begged for your forgiveness if she made you feel like that, crawling on her knees in front of you. it is a heartbreaking sight to see someone like her be in such a wrong space of mind.

x "i hope you know that i would never treat you differently just because you are younger, that i don't see you as something to play with, but i see you as my life... i'm sorry."

— RENATA GLASC...

renata might be even more worried about the years between the two of you than anyone else. she hates to think that you might feel that she is too old for you or you are too young for her, that because she is already successful in her line of work she will never appreciate the small things you achieve before the big ones roll in. she wants you to feel equal next to her, to not think that at any given time she is trying to use that horrible line that mothers use, the "i am older than you, i know better, i know what's right for you and me" - she might know more than you, but isn't to say that you are not smarter than her in other topics.

x "we are equal, regardless of our age or knowledge, i love you despite anything they say. i want you for who you are, not because of what you are, my sweetheart."

— SEVIKA...

sevika isn't immune to the worry that comes with the age gap between the two of you, but she takes it less seriously than the others. she has accepted the fact that she has little control over who she falls in love with, who makes her heart flutter and make her realize that she doesn't need to be a god for someone to love her, that she can be human and you would find her nothing but lovely. she thinks very little of how the years between the two of you would affect your relationship.

x "you and i are a team, nobody can take us on, they just have to deal with it."

tag list ; @roguescarlett @mxyx-rx444 @darlingmisa @einrosa @sevikasangel @nopealoupe @pixiegirlz @gonegonethankyouuu @xthescarletbitch @orang3-ish @bigboobslilheart

[ajulisz]

Pairing: Renata Glasc x Reader x Sevika

CW: Shimmer mention but it is pure fluff

A/N: Yes, I live for Renata and Sevika being a couple with Y/N, you can shame me all you want. Btw it's 7am and I still didn't sleep, so yeah, there will be typos.

-

You and Renata where sleeping together. You where laying on top of the woman, wearing nothing but underwear and one of Sevika's old hoodie while Renata was in pijamas with her human arm holding you gently.

As soon as she saw that scene, Sevika melted. It was like her entire system cooled down, her mechanical arm really made the same noise it always made when all the shimmer was finally drained out and her eyes at last started going back to their natural grey color.

If in the streets she felt cold, now she was finally warm.

[lightning-bringer]

Rules, Masterlist and disclaimers!

If you stumbled through my blog and want to know what this is about, hello and thank you for your time! This is a blog created for fun, where I write about League of Legends characters and lore, and I hope you have fun here too.

If you want to make a request, check out the rules bellow.

If you want to check my works, here's a link to my Masterlist!

Disclaimers

This blog contains NSFW works, and accepts NSFW requests, so it's automatically a dni for minors, but I'm also not responsible for the content people consume online.

All of my works will be the tagged as NSFW or SFW in the masterlist

I work fairly slow on the requests because of irl things, and since this blog was made for fun, it's not my top priority to update (I also may have to do some reading/researching upon the requested character, if I'm not familiar, which takes more time since I dont like to go ooc)

I'm open to write about any character and lots of themes, such as angst, hurt no comfort, character death, etc! (but I also may refuse a request if I don't like it for any reason), but minors and animals will always be automatically platonic relationships

As a queer person myself, I will always respect a queer character's identity, which means I will not write a character with someone out of it's sexuality (ex: write Graves with women or Neeko with men)

My DMs are open for chatting or to answer linger questions before requesting

Rules for requesting

Now the fun part! I will write pretty much any format, imagines, headcanons, fanfics; x reader, y/n or ships with existing characters. If you don't specify anything in your request, I'll do the one I think fits the idea the best! When it comes to universes/skins, unless the request says otherwise, I will use the main/OG universe.

Also, if you don't specify if your request is SFW or NSFW, I will always keep it SFW (you can request a separate NSFW version of your request later, if you want it).

I do have my favorite characters to write about/the ones I'm more familiar with, which I will list in no preference order, but don't let that stop you! Even if the character you want is not listed bellow, few free to request it and I'll do my best to write it!

The character's are:

Xayah and Rakan

Thresh

Varus

Viktor

Renata Glasc

Miss Fortune

Graves

Twisted Fate

Aatrox

Kayn

Jhin

[sevikasangel]

Monster Formula 💗

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Renata Glasc x Reader

ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: fluff

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you've always been scared of thunderstorms. your mommy comforts you when the sky seems to be falling.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.3K

The merciless storm was brutally falling from the skies of Zaun. The thunder seemed to growl like untamed beasts, and the flashes of lightning were reflected off the purple shutters of the darkroom. White lights shone through (Y/N)'s glossy eyes. Her small hands tightened around the pink blanket, trembling fingers feeling the soft material under her digits.

(Y/N) has always been afraid of storms. She had childhood trauma from when her father locked her in a dark chest, leaving her outside while she was forced to listen to the lightning strike the trees. He was an alcoholic motherfucker. Her mother didn't mind the abuse as long as that disgusting drunk brought his filthy money home. She didn't even care about the cheating and the prostitutes anymore. Or about her daughter.

She had grown up in a loveless environment. She learned the difference between right and wrong from the cruel strikes of her father's belt. Her parents had very clear rules against affection. They didn't want needy, spoiled children. The scars her parents had left on her soul were like timeless tombs or ghosts trapped on a worn pavement. When she told Renata the whole story, the Chem-Baroness felt like throwing up.

Renata was the dayspring in (Y/N)'s life. After she confessed her love for the little girl, the powerful baroness swore to protect her from all the evils in the world. The idea of ​​seeing her little one in pain infuriated her. She would kill anyone who dared hurt her. The clear acquaintance of what she would do for her often intimidated Renata. She was keen to give her the sun, the moon, the stars. Anything she asked.

Whimpering and shifting around the bed to seek warmth and amenity, (Y/N) ended up awakening Renata with her fuss. The distressed whines coming from her little girl made Renata open her tired pink eyes. With a concerned grimace on her face, the baroness wrapped her arm around her waist from behind and pulled her closer to her body. It harmed Renata's heart to feel her crumbling in her embrace, curling into herself as if she wanted to fade.

"What's wrong, princess? Why's my little one crying?" Renata asked in a caring tone. Her voice was deep and sleepy as her free hand brushed soft strands of (Y/N)'s hair behind her ear.

Glimpsing over her shoulder, (Y/N) wept intensely. Her smaller body was quivering and she could hardly breathe. She undoubtedly was not feeling well.

"N-nothing…" She weakly replied and secreted her face behind her hands.

"Had it been nothing, you wouldn't be crying, baby girl." Renata gently grasped her wrists and slowly pulled them away from her pretty face. She leaned in and kissed her tears away with tender lips. "Talk to mommy. Tell me everything. I really want to know. What's in your beautiful little mind?"

"The rain…It's scaring me…" (Y/N) whimpered and Renata's heart ached for her. She knew about the trauma revolving around it, and she loathed the fact that she couldn't change the past. "I am sorry I woke you, mommy…"

Renata smiled gently and turned (Y/N) around to face her. Then, she leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Don't feel guilty, pumpkin. I'm not being forced to stay here, okay? I choose to be. Because I want to be. You know why, princess?" The little girl blinked a few times and shook her head, tilting it to the side curiously. "Because mommy loves you."

Her sweet confession pulled a lovely giggle from (Y/N). Although her eyes were still watercolor, the trailing tears were slowly fading. Renata nestled her closer to her body, letting her lover snuggle to her with her head on her chest. The heartbeat of the baroness always seemed to have a soothing effect on (Y/N), like it was composed of melatonin.

"I love you too, mommy. Thank you for loving me…I know I'm so hard love…"

Renata scowled and placed her digit against (Y/N)'s plump lips, shushing her quietly.

"Mommy never wants to hear her princess say that ever again. Okay? You're not hard to love. You're perfect. I love you. You struggling isn't going to change that. You deserve all the love in the world. You are my angel."

"Pinky promise, mommy?" (Y/N) quietly added after a few seconds of comfortable silence. Renata's words made her heart miss a beat.

"Yes, baby, I pinky promise." She kissed (Y/N) softly on the lips this time around. It was chaste, filled with love and adoration.

Renata snuggled to (Y/N) protectively. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her frail body. She profoundly yearned for this intimacy of having her fragile lover in her arms, it was comforting to know that no one would harm her princess while she was cradled so gently in her embrace.

For (Y/N), it felt heavenly to be in Renata's arms. She loves this woman so much that beautiful hearts would almost pop in her eyes whenever she looked up at her mommy. She always stared at her like Renata put the stars in the sky. She felt safe, validated, and loved. She knew Renata would never leave her. Her embrace made her heart feel at home.

Mindlessly, (Y/N) began stroking invisible outlines on Renata's chest, starting to feel sleepy with her caregiver stroking her hair so gently. The thunderstorm was becoming less scary with each passing second. Being with Renata was like putting the whole world on mute.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"The thunder sounds like growling monsters. I am scared…" She whimpered and looked up at Renata with glossy eyes. The older woman hummed in response and tilted her head to the side, her caring, gentle eyes never leaving her little one.

"Really, princess?" When (Y/N) whimpered and nodded, Renata reached over in the bedstand for her baby girl's sippy cup. "Mommy has the solution for that."

"You do, mommy?" (Y//N) gasped a little as she watched Renata opening the sippy and pouring a clear liquid with a Glasc flask. "What's that?"

Renata grinned and closed it once again to hover it above your lips. She had filled it up with apple juice that she always had in their bedroom in case (Y/N) felt thirsty in the middle of the night.

"A monster formula, pumpkin. Drink it up. Mommy made an anti-moster potion. If you drink it, no monster will ever get close to you." (Y/N)'s eyes shone brightly and she wrapped her lips around the straw, sipping from it eagerly. Renata couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek. "You are too cute for your own good. Did you know that, princess?"

After (Y/N) finished the apple juice, Renata put the sippy cup away and once again snuggled up to her. She could feel her little one being more relaxed now. Renata's special monster formula seemed to send her fears away.

Sleepily, (Y/N) lifted her eyes to glance at her face.

"What if one monster can find the antidote against your formula, mommy?"

Renata hummed.

"Then the monster will have to get through mommy first before they get to her little princess. Am I not scary?" She smiled and (Y/N) giggled, nodding her head.

"Mommy will protect me." She whispered the words and her eyes became too heavy to stay open. Slowly, she drifted into a deep sleep in Renata's warm embrace.

"Always, princess. Always…I will kill anybody that hurts you."

[mileenasfavourite]

BREAKING NEWS, RENATA GLASC IS PRETENDING TO BE A LESBIAN!!!!