#viego imagines

[lightning-bringer]

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

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

Viego and Ice Queen!Reader imagine

Word count: 3.127

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

Rate: Teen and Up

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

When the mist came, you weren't afraid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you could make more people like that-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you for telling me, my Queen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had no reason to say no.

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

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

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

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 19 with Viego

Pairing: Viego x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power imbalance, dub-con, overstimulation, dacryphilia, rough sex, breeding kink, degradation, against a wall, dirty talk, marathon sex

A/N: The hot undead/dead man himself had a grip on me since I saw him. I gotta read the book though.

You always thought that Viego of Camavor was a long lost legend, a tale of caution and love, a ghost of the past. So what was that ghost, if he even was one anymore, doing holding you against the brick wall, relentlessly and mercilessly fucking his big cock into you? When he first appeared and offered you a spot in his army you thought it was for your fighting province, then you thought it may have been a dream, if that was the case you would have woken up when he first pushed his cock into you, the painful stretch would have been enough.

But you didn't wake up, you were still holding onto his jacket, getting fucked so hard you couldn't get a single word out. "Why are you crying? You should be lucky I've chosen you to relieve myself with." Viego dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, lifting and lowering you as he saw fit, your legs barely holding onto his hips, "You can squeeze me better than that."

"I can't." You hickuped, your hold body shaking with fear of denying him, "Painful. Please, it's too much."

"Too much? I get to say when it's too much!" As you suspected he didn't take well to being denied. His thrusts grew more and more brutal, he didn't care if it hurt, he didn't care how much you cried, he just wanted to come. "Who do you think you are to deny your King? Don't they teach you whores anything anymore? I'll teach you then. I'll teach you to open your legs, I'll teach you to come on command, I'll teach you to want me."

The voice in the back of your head told you to reject him, to tell him no, that it hurts so bad. But another part of you saw the pain behind his eyes, the pain on his face and you didn't know where it was coming from but you wanted to make it go away. Viego never opened up to you, for almost a month you followed him and this was the closest you've gotten to him. He might have his cock in you, he might be rough and aggressive and near desperate but in his moment of need, after so long of denying himself, he came to you, nobody else.

"But I do want you, my King. But I-" His hips stilled when as he was balls deep inside you, finally looking into your eyes, "I ask... that you be more gentle." You tried asking again, this time in a more gentle tone. To further endear you to him you added, "Besides I'm already yours," and clenched your cunt around his cock. "I'm all yours Viego."

"Mine? You're mine, that's right. Mine, all mine." His hips began smacking against yours again, just as deep but a bit slower, "You'll be the prefect vessel for my seed. A perfect cunt for my cock. And a perfect mother to my heir."

For that he needed you to be his, not his lover, not his Queen, not his wife, simply his. Which you were, from the moment you saw him.

What was wrong with you then that you took his hand, what was wrong with you now that you spread your legs and allowed his cum to pour into your womb so willingly? What was wrong with you to allow him to put you into any position he saw fit his cock best and breed you for hours? Oh right... you were deep in lust with Viego of Camavor, and weather he admitted it or not he felt the same toward you.

[ghostkinnie]

♡ LOL character favorite kissing spot ♡

They love kissing your face everywhere

Akshan, EZREAL, Rakan, Brand, AHRI, Miss Fortune, NEEKO

They love kissing your cheeks

Garen, JAYCE, Talon, AKALII, Ash, Taliyah, Xayah

They love kissing your forehead

Aatrox, Lee Sin, MORDEKAISER, Xin Zhao, SAMIRA, Rell, Vladmir, Vayne, Thresh

They love kissing your temples

Darius, Pyke, SHEN, Morgana, Senna, CAITLYN

They love to kiss your hands

JHIN, Lucian, Swain, ZED, Sejuani, DIANA

They love kissing your neck

Graves, SYLAS, Elise, EVELYNN, Leona, Sivir

They love kissing the tip of your nose

Aphelios, VIKTOR, Varus, Gwen, JINX, Seraphine

They love kissing your shoulders

Kassadin, Pantheon, YONE, Katarina, Syndra, IRELIA

They love kissing your lips

Draven, KAYN, Viego, EKKO, Lux, Zyra

You are entirely their favorite kissing spot

SETT, Twisted Fate, Tryndamere, YASUO, Kai'sa, VI

They don't have lips to kiss you sorry-

Thresh haha

[midna-chavelink]

Day 2 of Green week! I just had to draw my beloathed: Viego! I was struggling with this drawing but I like how it turned out.

[kagakuoniryu]

What are your current requests for League of Legends and on what topics?

So I'm going to answer this, note that I write in the order I receive the request and by extension the order I'll write them here

If by any chance I haven't written here you league request you can dm me directly or send them again, sometime tumblr can be weird on these things

Current WIP :

Human viego x fem reader with ice power (it's much more complicated but you get the point)

Next request :

Yasuo x small fem reader who mess around a lot

Kayn x reader where kayn forget an important date, and an argument start ; hurt/comfort

Ezreal x reader who get lost easily

Kayn x fem vampire reader

I also take this chance to remind that my request are open and I tend to prioritize league request right now (feel more lile writing for league than other fandoms) so I'd happily oblige!

[clavelthecupid]

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr! Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader? Thank you very much and keep up the good work!

Aaaah I hope you don't mind the extra "reader being a badass and kicking Viego's ass" spice I put there! Viego x Ice Queen!Reader You had envisioned the perfect, effortless trap.

It was during an ambush that you discovered that your icy powers could actually stop them: watching in wonder while the ghoulish creatures exploded within their ice domes, shards flying everywhere, leaving no trace of their existence.

You had collected everything you knew about the Black Mist and that Viego prince. Making notes about the routes he made and the way he acted; it was common knowledge he was looting after some kind of special artifacts not even him knew for sure whatever it was, and as a consequence, he would come to confront whoever was the authority around about it. Maybe his eagerness and impulsiveness would get the best of him, after all.

Sitting alone at the mighty throne disposed in the middle of the decorated hall, you gazed down at the giant oak doors, the marble walls colder as you ever imagined they could get. You had ordered one week before that the city should be evacuated as fast as possible, so Viego and his green, screeching shadow ghouls would be met with a silent, cold and unviting Kingdom.

With the imminence of the Mist slowly engulfing the carpeted floor you preened yourself, hands resting on each arms of the throne, chin up, with a cold, determined stare watching down with disdaim as a tall figure dramatically shaped itself between the mist.

“King Viego. I’m afraid you have come here for nothing. I don’t have what you seek”, you remained unfazed with his abrupt approach, having the audacity to pull your necklace closer to him, the emerald-painted fire on his eyes burning with a cold fury.

“Do not dare to deny me what I seek, lowly witch. You are nothing but a unworthy pebble on my holy odyssey to bring the love of my life back.”

No matter how much the man before you tried to mock you, pull you down. You were no showcase queen; you were a fierce leader, responsible for the rising of that piece of land back to the maps of merchandise, bringing back the hope for a stable and fertile economy. You had great pland for that small Kingdom, and going down in history as just another land overtakem by the Black Mist monstrosities was definitely not one of them.

You were about to confront him, when you noticed the small Crystal that adorned your family crest necklace shimmering in a soft blue light, answering to Viego’s touch. Well, that sure was concerning; feeling your heart race from the revelation, you took advantage at Viego’s awestruck moment to send a gust of ice against his chest, shards building about his torso up his neck and down his arms. Taken aback from your sudden retalation, Viego let his sides open for long enough for you to react and kick him away from you.

You watched as Viego contorted between the insistent ice, drawing crystal blue veins over his armor and pale skin, slowly joining like a starry sky, the shards stopping inches away from overtaking Viego’s face – the fury of one hundred gods plastered all over his lines and eyes, enough to make you believe he would eventually melt himself from the ice dome. Still, the contrast between the resplendense of the ice and the torment of a spoiled prince was a true work of art, beauty unparelled to any sculpture or frame you have erver laid your eyes upon.

You caught yourself walking down to the tormented, half-frozen sculpture with wonder, too focused on the way the small snowflakes melted on his cheeks, leaving small, brief sparkles on the pale skin to even notice the curses and profanities Viego was shouting at you.

Never have you ever thought your magic would be capable of creating something so wonderful.

“Not so tough now without the aid of your creeplings, it seems...”, you coo at him in a mocking tone, a finger gently brushing against one of his frozen hair strands, earning a growl from him.

You knew your magic wouldn’t be enough to restrain him for too long, however, it would be enough for now. In the end, you could Always use some fun on those cold halls to brighten up your future. The small crystal on your necklace was the assurance that Viego was wrapped around your finger.

[alteon77]

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications: Chapter 9

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter One here, AO3 here, Masterlist here

When first he had discovered that May carried his child, after the initial shock had faded into something manageable, Morpheus had briefly (very briefly) entertained the idea that perhaps her pregnancy had been intentional. After all, such things were rare for both the Endless and makers, often requiring resolve from one or the other to spark a life into existence. 

The timing of the development had been entirely suspicious as well. All their many decades together and they had, until then, avoided the outcome of an unexpected pregnancy. He had suspected, as he grappled with the news, that May might have done something to allow this catastrophe, something to possibly even encourage the outlandishly low probability of his seed taking root. 

His consideration of these silent accusations had been far from his proudest moment in the course of their rather long relationship. He can admit that they had been far from his most generous either. The mere thought of what he had assumed of her now makes shame roil viciously in his stomach. 

If he had applied a little more sense to his reasoning at the time, he might have understood more clearly how ridiculous he was being then. To what end might she have orchestrated such a thing? What would she gain by having his child? As more and more of the dire circumstances surrounding her life outside the peace of the Dreaming are revealed to him, he's very quickly coming to the realization that by being pregnant, she is instead losing a great deal. Not gaining. No. Not anything so kind as that. 

Prior to learning of her part in crafting spells for the grimoire, Morpheus would not have even imagined her capable of something so deceptive. Simply put, he had thought differently of her then. In his eyes, she had never been the type to engage in manipulation nor the type to approach him with anything other than her usual straightforward bluntness. But now the knowledge of her betrayal tends to color his perception of her, leaving him to regard her in suspicion as he wonders what other secrets she might be keeping from him. 

And in hearing her thoughts, he had learned many of them, though none of her hidden truths had been what he might have guessed them to be. May is stricken with fear, overwhelmed and near hopeless with the way that it is consuming her. She's terrified at the prospect of having a baby given the current chaos of her life, terrified of bringing a child into a world where it will know wariness and struggle and running from those that would harm it, terrified of…

Terrified of him. 

The understanding that she views him as dangerous, as a threat, as nothing more than yet another enemy she must make herself safe from, stuns him. But then he wonders how he can blame her for such a belief given that while she carries his child, while she struggles under the weight of it, he offers her nothing more in return for this sacrifice than to heap the burden of his animosity atop her. He has driven her further and further into the throes of her anxiety when he thinks that he should instead be… assisting her in some way. That he has not been doing so is a failure on his part, a sorry dereliction that he knows he must address.

As he stands in the kitchen of the siblings' shared house, however, he attempts to rein in his wayward musings, focusing instead on the task at hand. 

That task being Viego's possible rescue. 

Granted, his concern at this moment is not for the maker. He had wanted to return immediately to the physician's office and wreak vengeance upon that loathsome creature, Viktor, who had so arrogantly dared to attack May. Morpheus would have gladly ended him during their confrontation, would have relished tearing him apart atom by atom, but May's sudden disappearance had forced him to follow her. In all honesty, he had assuredly panicked, more so when that strange hum had started up along the edges of his awareness, the one that he has come to associate with May drowning in the waters of the dreamscapes. 

He remains unsure as to how she had survived the shift and doubly unsure as to how she had broken through the surface of his sea, an aspect of his own being that she should not have been able to emerge from.  

Still, he cannot think of this now. Viego could be in danger. Not that Morpheus would typically care overly much whether or not the maker was in peril, but he had promised May to see to this, had promised even to save Viego if the situation called for it. 

And so Morpheus is intent on doing just that. 

The residence is empty, and as he glances around, he takes note of the usual orderliness of the place. Every chair, curtain, picture, and mundane knick knack is where it should be. As such, it certainly does not appear as if a struggle occurred here. He stretches his senses out, feeling past Viego's many magical shields and wards until he at last detects the signature of his power. Once that is found, it is less than nothing for Morpheus to locate him. Without wasting a moment, he shifts to an abandoned building on the outskirts of this town, and what he sees when he arrives utterly shocks him. 

There are a group of makers here, their clothes little more than tattered rags, their eyes shining with a terror that speaks of being hunted and hurt. Several of them are injured in various ways, from burns to bruises to weeping wounds that are scattered along the visible parts of their bodies. Viego is crouched before a small girl, and as Morpheus watches, he stretches one hand out towards her face as he wipes at the tears streaming down along her cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

"You're safe now, kid," the maker murmurs, his tone soothing in a way that Morpheus has never heard from him. It's odd to hear, this gentle attentiveness from one he thinks of as a monster.

"Mithrate," the child sobs before she shoves a fist against her mouth, presumably in an effort to silence herself. Mithrate is the maker word for mother, Morpheus knows, as May had taught it to him many years ago when they'd come across a whole family of her kind in the Waking. Has this child lost her mother? Has her parents died or been left behind? He cannot say. Normally, he has no difficulty feeling out through an individual's mind and parsing out at least some details of their life, but makers are different. Their mindscapes are vast, oftentimes unruly spaces where even the freshest, most traumatic events of their existence can be nearly impossible to find.

"I know, sweetling. I know." Viego's voice is low and smooth, and as the girl trembles with her sadness, he gathers her up into his arms before shushing her softly. His hand cups the back of her head as she buries her face into his shoulder, the fabric of the shirt there muffling her pitiful cries. 

The sorrowful moment is broken when Viego glances up and seems to notice at last that Morpheus is standing mere feet from him. In an instant, his previously sympathetic expression hardens into the impassiveness that Morpheus has come to expect from him. It doesn't stop the maker from carefully pulling away from the girl, from offering her a comforting smile as he takes her hand and walks her to another woman in the small group. Leaning closer to her, he relays something in hushed tones, and Morpheus thinks he hears the phrase watch over her, but he cannot be certain. 

It occurs to Morpheus then that Viego has helped these individuals escape from somewhere horrid, and in any other situation he might find such a thing commendable. In this one, however, he finds himself seething with rage. Is this how they found May? Had Viego's well-intentioned but careless actions here been responsible for the attack? 

Viego's manner when he stalks to where Morpheus waits is decidedly less pleasant than it had just been with the mourning child. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking weary and worn even as he levels an irritated glare at Morpheus. 

"What are you doing here, Dream?"

Morpheus' hands clench at his side in an effort to avoid visiting violence on the maker. Even the possibility that he might have been responsible for the risk May was put in is rage inducing to him. "Your sister," he begins roughly, "is in the Dreaming."

Viego's eyes narrow, all of him visibly tensing as if he's preparing for a fight before he walks past Morpheus.

"Not here," he relays brusquely as he gestures with two of his fingers that Morpheus should follow him, and Morpheus does as he's requested. From the fidgety state of the makers assembled here, he imagines it is not too large a leap to assume that Viego does not wish to expose them to their soon-to-be argument.  

After they've both made their way to a secluded spot between a stack of crates and a single wall of this building, Viego turns to him, worry writ plainly on his features. "What do you mean by that? What's happened? Is she okay?"

Morpheus cannot help his derisive scoff. "That is singularly amusing coming from you, given that your actions could very well have been what put her in danger this day."

Viego's jaw tightens. "My actions? My actions? The only reason she's even in harm's way at all right now is because you knocked her up and threw her out of your realm. And what the hell do you mean about her being in danger today? What happened?"

Morpheus feels that shame from earlier grow considerably, becoming more vitriolic inside of himself. Viego is… not entirely wrong. Had he not cast May from him, she would still be content to stay in the safety of the Dreaming throughout her pregnancy. But she had betrayed him, and so in this matter he knows that she is as least as responsible for their separation as he is. "Who is Viktor?"

The maker goes rigid, his shoulders bunching up as if he is readying for a physical blow. "Where did you hear that name?" he asks, his voice deepening to nothing more an emotional rasp, and it occurs to Morpheus that he sounds… frightened almost. "You need to tell me what the fuck has happened right this goddamned minute."

"Viktor is the name given to me by her would-be abductor only an hour or so ago. She is physically unharmed, but I cannot help the feeling that this utterly shortsighted undertaking of yours is what led them to her."

"It's not shortsighted, Dream. For fuck's sake, they're innocent people."

The anger that overwhelms Morpheus at that statement is nearly staggering, rising up within him so quickly that he worries he might retch with the suddenness of it. In a flash, he grabs hold of Viego's shirt, shoving him back into the wall of the warehouse behind him with so much force that cracks appear there. 

"And your sister? Our child?" he snarls. "Are they not innocent in all of this? And yet you might have condemned them to discovery by-"

Viego grasps at Morpheus' hands on him, no doubt trying to free himself from the ironclad restraint he's in. "Yeah. Let fuckin' go of me. You can stow that shit right now. I've been doing this for thousands of years, and they've never tracked us this way. Never."

"Tell me of Viktor, Viego. Who is he? What does he want with your sister?" At Viego's infuriatingly stubborn silence, Morpheus tightens his grip. "Speak. Or I will be forced to put my questions to her."

It's an empty threat, one that he would never follow through with due to the other devastatingly horrible thing he had learned from May's thoughts earlier. 

Namely that someone had cursed her by way of a memory spell. 

He's known for some time that something was affecting her remembrance of certain events, the curious dungeon nightmare having been an all too alarming testament to that, though he had not understood then why she should dream of her past and not remember anything of it in her waking hours. Today when that light had flared in her thoughts as she tried to recall who Viktor was, when her own mind had gone blank afterwards, he had understood the cause of her very specific forgetfulness in a revelatory second. And as he had, he had felt sickened to his core. 

Memory spells are intricate, malevolent things. They get inside of a victim and twine about their mind like some poisonous, invasive weed. And like a deadly weed, they have the ability to choke out anything near them, to render their host's thoughts into naught but a mess of nothingness. Sometimes even permanently, leading to an eternity of their sufferers being left as little more than a hollowed out shell.

Which is why that while Morpheus indeed requires answers as to what has happened to her, he would not press her for them. He will not risk her. He cannot risk her. And he is painfully aware that however he might wish to deny it, that sentiment is not due to the child she now carries. 

"She… doesn't know about… about him."

"By which you mean she does not remember him," Morpheus corrects in a growl. He'll have no half-answers from the maker concerning something as important as this.

Viego stops struggling, glancing away with so much heartbroken sorrow on his face that Morpheus finds his own hold of him slackening slightly. Viego does not discount his accusation, does not deny that her memories are compromised, and the implications of this render Morpheus nearly stricken. It's true. It's.... true. "Viego… What has happened to her memory?"

Mulishly, Viego's jaw clenches anew, and as he turns his attention back to Morpheus, his eyes are burning with fury. "It's none of your business. You gave up any right to that when you fucking banished her."

Morpheus' anger swells to match the maker's. "Need I remind you that she carries my child?" he hisses. "And you dare to say that I have no right to know who might bring harm to her? I will ask you only one last time, Viego. Who. Is. Viktor?"

"He's… He's the being who… assumed kingship of the Bloodless Lands," Viego supplies at last, "after… after our father was killed."

Morpheus huffs out a bitter, caustic laugh at this dissembling. Everyone in the supernatural community knows that it was Viego himself who ended Hadrius King, his own sire. "Am I to gather that you were unable to take the throne due to your part in murdering him?"

The guilt in Viego's expression is rather expected, but Morpheus still can't help the feeling that something seems... off about it.

"I was kicked out of the realm, okay? May… was left behind with… with him."

Morpheus feels as if the core of him, as if his very power itself, is twisting fearfully in response to this information. "For what purpose does he seek her now? Does he wish for her to fight in his-"

"No," Viego cuts in quickly. "It's… It's not that."

"Then explain all of this that I might better understand," he orders, the material clenched in his fist nearly disintegrating from both his power and his strength. "Elaborate, Viego."

The maker looks away again as if he cannot bear to meet Morpheus' eyes, as if he is ashamed, and an insidious wave of alarm skitters over the edges of Morpheus' awareness. What could be so horrendous that Viego is obviously troubled to even speak it aloud?

"I only know what… what I've heard as rumors. He… The… I've been told that he was trying to force a bond with her, to marry her so that his rule would be seen as more… legitimate."

Morpheus recoils, finally releasing Viego as he takes a step back from him. That vile creature seeks to… wed her? To force her into such a union? And all to solidify a claim to a throne? "Forced bonds… are impossible," he murmurs, the words tumbling from his mouth before he even has a chance to think on them. 

Viego straightens. "That didn't stop the crazy fucker from trying anyway."

Morpheus thinks he might retch, his imagination supplying him a disgusting batch of possibilities for how one might go about trying to accomplish something so heinous as forcing the twining of power, awareness, and very essences of two entities when one is unwilling. He knows, as appalling of a realization as it is, that such a thing would amount to little better than enslavement. 

"And what did these attempts… entail?" he asks in a harsh voice that he scarcely recognizes for all the panic within it, unsure as to whether or not he truly wants to hear what Viego might soon tell him. 

"That is actually none of your business. You found out what you needed to know. I gave you the who, why, and when. I abso-fucking-lutely refuse to go into the how with you."

It does not take a great leap of logic to understand in that moment that Viego likely knows exactly what was done to her, exactly what abuse was visited on her for the simple crime of who she was, and that he will share none of these details with Morpheus. "Her memory? Did he… Did he take that from her?"

"All I can tell you is that she was… really messed up afterwards, Dream."

That is a wholly unsurprising admission to Morpheus. That she had been messed up afterwards is not a fact he has any difficulty believing. She had apparently been through something horrific, through an ordeal that altered the very workings of her mind, and so Morpheus can very easily imagine that she had indeed been overwrought then. How has he never heard of this, never caught so much as a whisper of this catastrophe. Could she have even told him of it? Did she have any remembrance of these events at all? Would she have breathed a word of it to him were she able? Not for the first time that day, he feels as if he's failed her in some vague way that he doesn't understand, as if he should have done more for her despite that he hasn't the first clue of how to approach this. 

"How do we keep her safe?" Morpheus demands. This must be his concern now. His own maudlin musings aside, May is in very real peril, the kind that could see her taken or killed, and Morpheus knows that no matter what has happened in their past, he can never allow such a thing to come about in their present. 

"The same way I've always kept her safe. We'll go to ground." Viego glances towards the direction where the survivors are. "I'll get these guys to the next checkpoint and start setting up new identities for us. Our old ones are obviously compromised."

"Perhaps while you manage this, it might be prudent for her to stay with me in the Dreaming."

Viego seems to study him then, his brow furrowing as he blatantly scrutinizes Morpheus. "She's… really not going to like that."

"Have you a better suggestion?"

A look of pure defeat crosses the maker's face before he sighs. "No. I don't."

"It would be safer for her to remain there permanently. If you could persuade her to make her home in my-"

Viego holds up a hand, palm out as if to urge him to stop. "You and I both know she's not going to do that, Dream. Not anymore."

"No.... I suppose she will not." Resignation churns inside Morpheus' mind at that bleak acceptance. He knows all too well that May distrusts him, that she might always distrust him, but he knows not how to change her views regarding this belief of hers. 

"Not unless the two of you patch things up," is Viego's hesitant response, and Morpheus fixes him with a wary stare despite how shocking the words are. 

"Viego-"

"Just listen. Things are bad between you guys, but they're not so far gone that they can't be fixed."

As much as Morpheus might dislike Viego (loathe if he's being less generous) the sound of hope in the maker's voice is still bittersweet. That he thinks there is anything remaining to fix in the aftermath of the blazing inferno that destroyed May and Morpheus' relationship is strangely and foolishly optimistic of him.  After all, it matters not that Morpheus loves her still. She has betrayed him, deceived him, and in doing so set fire to what they had. Everything between them has burned away to ashes so that there is nothing left of their relationship to save. Resolutely, Morpheus tells him, "Your sister and I are finished."

Viego snorts out a laugh as if what Morpheus has spoken is an absurdly humorous lie. "Says the entity that slips into her room every night to watch her sleep."

Which… Yes, he is not incorrect regarding that. Morpheus does regularly observe her as she rests, but he has a valid reasoning for doing such a thing. "She is suffering from nightmares, and I merely wish to-"

"Yeah. I don't buy that for a second. And I don't think you do either. You loved her. You loved her more fiercely than I think anyone ever has."

"An irrelevant conclusion given that I love her no longer." The second it is out of his mouth, Morpheus knows it to be false. In truth, he worries at times that he will never free himself of the love he has for her, that he is cursed to always feel this crushing wave of sentiment for a woman that had hurt him so gravely. 

"Really? That's… You know what? Just never mind. Tell yourself whatever you want."

He does not address that, feeling incapable of even putting to words the complicated knot of emotions he has concerning May and how fervently he still cares for her. "After your task here is complete, you might come to the Dreaming. She will likely take the news of her necessary stay there more readily were it to come from you."

"Of course."

Morpheus feels himself falter. The concession he is soon to give is a difficult thing to come to terms with, one that he is regardless driven to make. He tells himself that he does not do this out of love but more out of practicality. May is quite obviously ill, worn down both emotionally and physically from the toll of the recent upsets in her life. All of which, he's painfully aware, stem from her pregnancy, a condition she neither sought out nor seems to want much to do with now. He owes her more help than the nothing he has currently supplied to her, and while this gesture will not mend things between them, it might reduce some of the strain of what she's grappling with. 

 "If you should like to visit while she resides with… in my realm, then I would not be opposed to you doing so. It would… likely lessen her fears to maintain contact with you, to know that you are hale and whole. I am aware that she worries when the two of you are separated."

"And you're… cool with that?" Viego questions in audible disbelief. It is  a fair reaction, Morpheus thinks, since he has never been exactly welcoming where Viego's occasional appearances in the realm were concerned.

"I would not have offered otherwise. I… do not wish for her to be anxious during her time in the Dreaming."

Though the truth is slightly more complex than that. In all honesty, he does not wish for her to be anxious in any place she might be, but given that Viego is staring at him as if to say see, you love her still, Morpheus is unwilling to confess this to him. Thankfully, the maker does not draw attention anew to the matter of Morpheus' feelings for May or how much this reluctant invitation smacks of the selflessness inherent in love. 

"Then… yeah. I'll, uh… I'll try and stop by every day if that's okay."

The sound of the little girl crying ratchets up again, drifting across the warehouse to reach them both where they're at, and Morpheus allows Viego a small nod as he prepares to leave. "Very well. I will return to your sister and see you shortly."

On the pier in the Dreaming Sea, May sits and stares out at the water. There's a faint blue-green glow coming from the sky here, the galaxies and stars above shining where they spin slowly, lazily amidst the darkness above her. Thick plumes of fog roll in from the sea all around, and May watches the way that the wisps of it rise and roll and undulate against the surface as she tries to muddle through her own wildly unsettled thoughts. 

She had known upon first discovering her pregnancy that she had completely and irrevocably fucked up, but the events of the day have only driven that point home to her with all the force of a goddamned sledgehammer being wielded by the Hulk. Comfortable as she tends to be with owning up to her mistakes (and she has had lots of practice with those in her very long life), the realization that the baby growing inside of her could actually be one is a bitter pill to swallow. What kind of mother can she even be given that she can glance down at where her child is growing and think: Oops, probably shouldn't have done that?

The truth is that she's always wanted kids, always wanted little ones of her own to raise with all the love she never got as a youth herself, but faced with the possibility of actually having a baby in the near future, she can't help but to wonder if maybe that was… selfish of her. It doesn't feel like a particularly good or even acceptable reason to bring a kid into this world, especially given how royally fucked everything in her life is at the moment. 

The air gets heavy behind her, the atoms there swelling with the telltale energy of a shift, and May turns back just as Morpheus materializes there. 

"Is Viego-"

"He is well," Morpheus cuts in as he walks to where she is and sits gracefully beside her, mere inches of space between them. To be completely fair, though, the pier is on the smallish side in terms of width, so she guesses she can understand the lack of distance now. He draws his knees up and rests his wrists on them, staring out at the sea just like she'd been doing only minutes before. "He will arrive soon to speak with you concerning your temporary living arrangements."

Temporary living arrangements. May's stomach twists so violently that she has to swallow down bile. Though she might occasionally do idiotic things, she is, in fact, not an idiot. And she knows all too well what Viego's probably going to tell her. "What are you talking about," she asks anyway. 

Morpheus hesitates, as if he doesn't want to say whatever he's about to, and that alarm she's feeling kicks up to eleven billion on a scale of one to ten. His voice softens fractionally as he answers, "You will need to remain in this realm for a time while your brother establishes a new residence for you both."

Tears gather in her eyes as she glances away, unwilling for him to see how truly terrified by that prospect she is. Staying here? In this place? It's not that May hates the Dreaming. Not at all. It's actually quite the opposite. Once, she had loved it here, had known peace and happiness and safety for the first time in her life within the walls surrounding this realm. But that's really the problem with being thrust back into it, isn't it? Her emotions already feel like they're being held together with the thinnest thread imaginable, and she's afraid that having this memory of what almost was, this stupid dream of hers, taken away again might just tear through that thread like the fragile, delicate thing it is.

"I… see," she murmurs just to fill the sudden awkward silence. She tries to keep her voice even, tries to force herself calm though the slight wobble she can hear in her voice is probably a dead giveaway to him of how she actually feels about this. 

"I am sorry if this is… disagreeable to you." He sounds so genuine, so soothing, that her tears start to well up faster and then fall down her face. Hastily, she wipes at them. 

"Yeah, well it's not your fault that there are makers after me," May offers with a sniff. She keeps her gaze focused on the distance in an effort to avoid him, embarrassed that he might catch sight of her crying. It's not so bad, right? It's just for a little while, and shacking up with her ex isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to her. Not that she can honestly remember what that worst thing is, but she's sure there was something. It's more like she just knows she's been through a very terrible ordeal at some point in her existence. 

"Yes… Viktor is assuredly a threat."

Confused, May looks over at him. "Who?"

Morpheus goes still, guilty like a kid that's been caught with a can of spray paint in their hands next to their parents' spray painted car. "I… No one. It is nothing you need to concern yourself with."

Viktor. Viktor, he had said. She turns the name over and over in her mind. It seems so… familiar for some reason, like she ought to know instantly who that is. 

A memory flashes in her head, something painful and violent that rips through her thoughts with all the lethal ferocity of a serrated blade coming down hard onto her. 

(Blood coating her thighs. The bite of too-tight shackles about her wrist. Her screams muffled in the suffocating fabric of the gag shoved into her mouth. A man's voice taunting her as she cries. The thought that she would gladly accept death over what was being done to her in that moment.)

"Vik… Viktor," she breathes out, a feeling of desolation taking root in her stomach and wrenching it savagely. 

A white light creeps into her thoughts, slow and steady until it flares brightly, washing away everything in its brilliant shine. She hears Morpheus inhale sharply, and when she glances at him, he seems… wrecked. There's a suspicious shine to his soft blue eyes, and he's regarding her like he wants nothing more than to reach out and embrace her. 

What the hell had they been discussing that's got him this worked up? They'd been talking about… about…. It's hard to concentrate for some reason, and it takes her several long minutes of intense focusing before she eventually remembers that they'd been on the subject of her stay here. 

May frowns, thinking that he's probably just as nervous about the idea of all this as she is, that for all his repeated invitations to come and live here, he might actually be just as put off by the idea of sharing a roof with an ex as she is. His hand twitches, and May has the strangest feeling that he wants to touch her, that he wants to take her into his arms and comfort her even. It must be instinct for him, something he's actively fighting against. It had been his habit to do that in the past, to gather her up and console her when she got too overwhelmed, and she is definitely overwhelmed right now. 

Despite that the thought of an embrace is all too tempting, May's glad that he doesn't try to offer her that kind of solace then. 

After all, she doesn't really know how she'd handle that. Hell, she doesn't even know if she could handle that in this moment. All of her feels brittle, like she's a vase made of the shoddiest, most breakable glass, sitting on the edge of a counter as the ground shakes from a fucking massive earthquake. One more tremor, and she's going to topple over, probably just to shatter into a million pieces when she hits the floor. 

"Right. I…" She scrambles for the words in her mind, for the correct thing to say that might somehow make this whole shitty situation less horrible. "Thank you for opening your home to me."

He tenses visibly. "It is not only… my home, May. We will share a child, and as such you will always have a place here."

It's only with a gargantuan effort that she doesn't scoff at him for this. He'd offered her this realm once before. When he'd proposed, he'd gotten down on one knee in front of her and promised he would love her for eternity, that he would make her his queen and that this… this splendid world would be her kingdom as well as his. That was before he'd changed his mind and thrown her out of it like trash, of course, before he'd judged her past actions and found her wanting. 

"Don't say that. Don't ever say anything like that again," she snaps, her heart beating faster and faster in a furious staccato as anger rises within her. How dare he. How dare him place that possibility in front of her like it's just the most plausible thing in any world. Doesn't he understand how pathetically hopeful it makes her? Does he really not get that it reminds her of things she's trying desperately to never ever think of? She had his love, and they were content. Her future had been beautiful, and now they're apart despite the fact that she can't even remember why that is most days. 

"It is merely the truth of the matter."

"No. The truth of the matter is that this isn't my home. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere, Morpheus."

And that, she thinks, is much closer to honesty than whatever bullshit he'd just been trying to sell her. He'd cast her out, had flung her away from his life and this realm like she was just a speck of filthy mud on the bottom of his boots, and there's no coming back from that. For either of them.

"I understand that-"

"You don't understand anything," May interrupts, unwilling to listen to his serene calm while he lies to her about how things are now. Her body trembles with the blazing inferno of everything going on in her head. She's fucking heartbroken, heartbroken and afraid. There are literally people trying to kill her, and he's dangling the prospect of being able to leave that behind forever over her like it's the universe's juiciest steak and she's just a starved dog. 

"You are frightened," he goes on, studying her as if he's trying to figure her out, as if the idea that she's scared shitless is surprising to him or something. 

May feels the air rush out of her lungs when she recoils slightly.  "Of course I'm frightened, Morpheus. I'm powerless right now and… and I'm at your mercy. You. The same entity that cast me out like I was nothing and very clearly hates me. Add that into the fact that there are insane makers trying to fucking enslave me, and I'm…. It's not exactly an ideal spot to be in, okay?"

A normal man might leave it, might wander off and give her a minute to process the enormity of how terrifying a turn everything in her life has taken, but not Morpheus. Oh, no. The universe, in its infinite wisdom and all around assholishness, can't even allow her to have that. 

"I have told you before as I will reiterate anew: I do not hate you. It would perhaps be for the best if you disabuse yourself of that notion immediately." There's an edge of frustration to his tone, like she's being annoying by thinking his actions couldn't spell out hatred any more plainly than they do.

"Yeah, sure."

"As you well know, I do not often bother with lies."

May scoffs, and it's a bitter, hollow sound. "You're saying that to me? Me? When you've lied to me more times than I can count?"

"Of what do you speak?" His voice is low enough that it's practically little more than a growl.

"You don't do to someone that you love what you did to me. So, I know now every time you said that, every time you confessed your love for me, you were really just bullshitting."

He rears back as if she's smacked him. "You… cannot truly believe this."

"I don't just believe it, Morpheus. I know it."

Magic starts to filter in on the pier behind them, the molecules growing denser and denser as it does. Morpheus, however, does not turn his attention towards the disturbance, instead keeping his intent gaze on her, his eyes burning with some emotion that she can't name. It almost looks like regret or longing or sorrow or maybe just a mishmash of all those things together. 

And May just resolutely ignores it, getting to her feet as the blanket tumbles from her shoulders to land in a heap on the wood planks beneath her. Not far from her stands Viego, and she doesn't waste a second in going to him, in wrapping her arms around his neck so that she can cling. Viego is safe. Viego has always been safe, and the relief she has at knowing he's okay is the best thing ever amidst all the contradictory feelings currently threatening to overtake her. 

He gathers her up in one of his big bear hugs, dropping a kiss in the tangled mess of her hair. "I'm fine, sis. Dream told me what happened, though. Are you all right?"

No, she's not all right. Why does everyone seem to think she should be? Why the hell do they all keep asking her that? May disentangles from him. "Of course I am," she lies anyway. 

His answering grin is a wide one for all that she can see how fake it is, like he's putting on a mask of playfulness for her benefit. "Fibber," is his teasing accusation. 

It surprises a small laugh out of her, and she's so caught up in her happiness at the small win of Viego not being dead, in seeing that he's well, that she almost doesn't notice as Morpheus stalks past the two of them. 

"Viego," he starts, his voice rough, "I will see you on the morrow," he throws out over his shoulder, the energy of a shift amassing around him.

May frowns at Morpheus in complete confusion. "Wait… What?"

"I have invited your brother to visit you here. I thought this compromise might lessen your anxiety concerning this situation."

He had…. He had invited Viego? He hadn't even liked to do that when they were happy and in love. And now he's offering it just because... because she's stressed? It doesn't make any sense. "I… Do you mean that?"

Finally, he turns back, his eyes meeting hers, softening somehow in a gentleness that makes her breath catch. She's taken aback by how haunted his expression seems, by how much sorrow is coming off of him in great shuddering waves of sheer melancholy. 

"I would not have spoken it had I not meant it, May." 

And then he's gone, leaving her behind to stare at where he had just been, a sharp pain radiating out through her heart as if something between them has been sundered anew. She tells herself that it's not her fault, though, and that it really doesn't matter. After all, things are already broken between them beyond repair. What's one more crack in the demolished foundation that their relationship had been built on? Maybe he had loved her in the past, but right now… Right now they are very much in the present, and she has way bigger things to worry about than upsetting him. 

For some reason, however, none of her attempts to convince herself otherwise actually do much about that dull, throbbing ache in her chest, the one that reminds her curiously enough of heartbreak.

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[papuchochoe]

I don't really draw but I drew some of my Viego skin concepts and for once I had fun and I'm proud of myself, so I wanted to post them 👉👈

Its:

Cafe Cuties Viego (1st iteration), because he was mentioned as a part of the universe in SG VN :D, he is strawberry-kiwi tart and his little guy's name is Kiwin ^-^. 2nd version is there because I wanted to give him more of his uncles drip also :3

Pool Party doesn't have much lore, he's just a menace, he stabs people with pool noodle, his W is a water balloon, his E is him walking at the bottom of a pool (wraith form has snorkel :3) and R is just a BIG water splash <3

PROJECT: is my saddest Viego concept because his lore is that he is a failed Mordekaiser's prototype, he has a malfunction that causes machines around stop working/act weird but he can't control it and it happens randomly, so he was thrown out. He doesn't remember anything except that Isolde was one of people who created him, so he searches for her for answers, like why does he even exist <3

PROJECT: Viego also exists so you can do a "I can fix you. Literally." joke coz he's a machine guy you know ;u;

I think his E and R VFX would be pretty, E would have rain falling down and R would have city image on impact 🥰

Withered Roseeee, I think he has better concept than mine obviously!! But I wanted to attempt one too ;u; I'd like him to reference his early base concept with rose motifs + thorn crown + Withered Rose uses lingerie in design sometimes, so I think his chest harness could change with chromas 👉👈 I was considering giving him a braid/half-mask but I think it would overdesign his top side uwu

And Dunkmaster exists because I saw a "imagine he's playing basketball, point as you and says "this ones for you!!", throws a ball and completely misses" ❤. i think he would have squeaky shoes that you hear when he enters E and he's just throwing ball on W and dunks on R and his sword is also a whole basketball hoop, he's just hurting you with pointy side, not like Darius ;w;

I knowwww these drawings arent very good, but I dont draw usually >.< it was almost the first time to me 👉👈 I want to draw all of my Keviego skin concepts, so Im missing Battle Bunny (carrot sword!!), Porcelain, Star Guardian (that everyone thinks is a Star Nemesis but he's just awkward) anddd Beego because I don't think I can handle Eclipse Knight or Ashen King armor haha

[league-of-starlight]

Shyvana voice update concept:

First Move:

“A dragon awakens.”

“For Jarvan, and for Demacia!”

“My wings are ready to be spread.”

Long move:

“When I was young, my father would often fret over my outbursts. I wonder how he’d see me now…”

“When my mother found me, she spoke all sorts of things to me. Some of those names linger.”

“Though many look at me with disdain and suspicion, there are some who trust me.”

“Jarvan’s decree about the mageseekers was a wise decision. But I remain cautious about the future.”

“Anger is always in my core, I must simply aim it correctly.”

First encounter:

“In the name of Demacia, you shall perish.”

“Show me your might.”

“Do not tremble, fight!”

(Encountering drakes:)

“Let’s see whose roar is stronger!”

Joke:

“What do you get when a dragon-ACHOO!” *sneezes out some fire* “Apologies.”

Joke response:

“Don’t waste my time.”

Taunt response:

“Will you be so brave with my teeth on your throat?”

Killing:

(General):

“Scorched away!”

*Growling exhale.*

“Whelp.”

Dragon form:

*Roar*

Recall:

“My strength must be restored.”

*Growl* “This isn’t done…”

Death:

“No…”

*Death rattles.*

*Strangled roar.*

Respawn:

“My heart is not easily extinguished.”

Character specific dialogue:

First encounter:

Galio: “We are both born of magic. That makes us very powerful.”

Garen: “Jarvan trusts you, but I require more than words.”

Jarvan: “Do we fight on the same side?”

“Shall we?”

Crystal Rose Jarvan: *sheepish tone* “Jarvan, you know I can’t dance.”

Kayle: “Does the protector accept something like me?”

Lux: *Vaguely flustered* “No, Jarvan has not ridden me into battle.”

“Will Terbisia accept someone like me?”

Quinn: “Your bird shouldn’t fly so high in the air. I get hungry…”

Ruined Shyvana: “You are an illusion, nothing more!”

Smolder: “You call that a roar? Hm, let me show you.”

Sylas: “I remember our fight, Sylas. And I want a second chance.”

Vayne: “Do you still think me a monster, Vayne?”

Viego: “You are no king. Simply a spoiled wretch with a false crown.”

Xin Zhao: “You trained Jarvan? An honour to meet.”

Taunt:

Aurelion Sol: “What dragon has no wings?”

Dragon slayer skins: “This dragon is more than you can imagine.”

Dragon trainer skins: “I am not one to be tamed.”

Lee sin: “This dragon is not something you can control.”

Swain: “Secrets hold no sway over me, fool.”

Vayne: “It takes more than silver bolts to slay a dragon.”

Taunt Response:

Vladimir: “My blood alone would boil you alive, wretch.”

Kill:

Lux: “There is a difference between rainbows and dragon-fire, Crownguard.”

Noxians: “Jarvan will be pleased.”

Smolder: “You have much to learn, hatchling.”

Sona: “Music will not soothe this beast.”

Vayne: “What’s wrong? I thought you specialised in killing monsters.”

Xin Zhao: “How do I tell Jarvan…?”

Moving near Jarvan:

Shyvana: I remember when you were simply Prince Jarvan.

Jarvan: Have I changed much since then?

Shyvana: Mmm, slightly taller.

Joking near Jarvan:

Jarvan: “Bless you.”

Shyvana: *Awkwardly* “Appreciated.”

Bonus:

RUINED SHYVANA:

Jarvan: “Shyvana, this is not you!”

Ruined Shyvana: “How could you understand?!”

Ruined Shyvana: “Your people execute me at the slightest opportunity!”

Jarvan: “They would never get the chance, Shyvana, I swear.”

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 8 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: NTR (Netorare) Champion Focus: Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) GN reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Honestly was thinking about doing Rakan for this day, but I was only imagining all the angry people that would be flooding my inbox... ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა So you all are stuck with Viego! Sorry Rakan fans, you'll have to wait for your turn another day. On the other hand, enjoy my Viego stans! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

The one thing Viego feared more than anything was becoming like his father when it came to relationships. Now, that wasn't to say his father was unfaithful to any of the wives he had. He just never loved any of them as much as he loved Camavor, always putting the people and their inquisitions above all else.

Viego never understood it. Instead he always craved and desired a more… selfish love? He longed for a connection with someone. He was never born to be a leader, like his father! He could never be like his father…

However, it was King Viego's adulterous acts, and his infidelity, which certainly made him feel like he wasn't all that different from his father.

And still, he couldn't get enough of what he was doing.

There was a certain thrill in sneaking around behind closed doors with you.

At times he almost forgot you worked for him; that you were a lowly servant that never had a home, until his generous wife offered you a position in the royal castle.

Isolde gave you life and purpose. You knew you should owe her your life, an eternity of servitude perhaps.

If only she knew of the atrocities you committed with her husband behind her back...

If only Isolde was aware of the nights you spent sneaking out to the gardens to chat with Viego, the afternoons you would spend locked inside a guest room cuddled up to him, or the stolen kisses in the empty corridors before dinner.

Isolde deserved to be aware of that much and more… among other nefarious wrongdoings.

Moaning into Viego’s shoulder, he held you up by the thighs, fucking you against the door. “Mmphfuuuck~” you mewled as he filled your tight little hole.

His pace was steady, shushing you with a rough kiss to your lips. Your hands clawed into the fabric of his cape.

“Shhh, my love… You must be quiet.” Viego mumbled against your lips, though you already knew that. Because in the next room over, Isolde laid at rest, reading a book behind a thinly-veiled bed. She was all alone, while her husband repeatedly slammed himself into you.

“I wouldn’t have to be quiet if you and I just occupied my quarters in the opposite wing.” You reminded your king, Viego grunting and bucking his hips up into you again.

“I told… Isolde I was just finishing up some paperwork.” He informed, sliding out of you, so he could place you back down on your feet. “L-Like that’s believable~” You teased, Viego nudging his nose against your temple, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face.

Your legs trembled, stabilizing yourself against Viego’s figure. You breath was heavy and your lungs shallow, arms wrapped around the married man as he began to redress you.

“Well you will just have to wait until Isolde is asleep for me~” He kissed you on the lips.

You pouted, releasing him so you can stare up at your secret lover.

“Oh? What are we going to do, my King?” You whispered.

“Hmm…” Viego pretended to think, rubbing your arms, slouched forward as he took hold of your chin with one hand, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

Your breath faltered, eyes fluttering closed as he breathlessly spoke in that suave and sweet tone you adored. And for a brief moment you forgot all about who you were messing with, let alone the wife who had no idea of what her cheating husband was doing the next room over.

“We can do… Whatever you want, my love~“

[kamidoodles]

14 May 2024 // just a little fun "what if" fanart, here: what if Yorick's religious order survived to the present-day and made it a point to join up with the Sentinels of Light to fight the Ruination and the return of Viego and give peace to the souls that were lost? Just a little imagining on what that Yorick might have looked like, and how to incorporate a bit more of a stately look to his outfit without losing that classing Yorick silhouette.

[lightning-bringer]

Masterlist

Current small but well done compilation of my writing sorted by character

Aatrox

Aatrox being surprise kissed by his SO (SFW)

Aatrox romantic headcanons (SFW)

Aatrox with a touch sensitive SO (SFW)

Ahri

Ahri with an adopted child (with a difficult past) (SFW)

Jhin

Jhin as a father (SFW)

Kayn

Odyssey!Kayn being a single father headcanons (SFW)

Secretly dating Kayn headcanons (SFW)

Lillia

Lillia with an adopted child (with a difficult past) (SFW)

Miss Fortune

Miss Fortune’s romantic headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

Neeko

Dating Neeko headcanons (SFW)

Renata Glasc

Renata Glasc x Fox!SO (NSFW)

Sejuani

Sylas x Sejuani headcanons (SFW)

Sett

Sett x reader; finding creative ways to kiss him (SFW + NSFW)

Shen

Shen x reader x Zed headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

Soraka

Soraka with an adopted child (with a difficult past) (SFW)

Sylas

Sylas x Sejuani headcanons (SFW)

Thesh

Thresh being surprise kissed by his SO (SFW)

Thresh NSFW headcanons

Twisted Fate

Twisted Fate’s NSFW alphabet

Varus

Varus with reader who likes to make suggestive remarks about his appearance (SFW)

Viego

Viego x Ice Queen!Reader imagine (SFW)

Viktor

Machine Herold Viktor’s NSFW alphabet

Yuumi

Adopting Yuumi and Book headcanons (SFW)

Zed

Shen x reader x Zed headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

[hollowreliquary]

the way i see it, viego is so far gone beyond just the mentally ill and problematic man he was.

the trauma of death and rebirth. a thousand years of confusion, anger, anguish, driven by obsession like only a ghost would be. suffocating in a literal physical embodiment of his own tragedy, that seems not only to be quite literally endless, but not under his own control.

can you imagine how much therapy you must need to overcome a bottomless pit of magical dispair, a thousand years of anguish and the confusion of being a restless spirit trapped on earth? i sure can't

[ghostkinnie]

kissing their scar ; scenarios

SYLAS

This man is a teaser, he will try in every way to make you blush. But when you take his battle-hardened hands and kiss his scars Sylas is the one who's blushing.

His hands are something intimate and important to him, so seeing you kissing his bruises sparks something light up in Sylas he's never felt before: being taken care of by someone.

"God I'll never be prepared to deal with you, little thing."

YASUO

Yasuo enjoys lounging under trees with you cuddled in his arms, it's something intimate that you both enjoy and brings peace to your relationship.

It is at this moment that you can appreciate Yasuo's body, dragging your fingers through his skin and being able to leave a kiss on the scars that are on his chest. He will open his eyes and smile in surprise at the way you appreciate him, he just can't control how much he loves you.

"How can I deserve you, my love?"

DARIUS

Darius is a warrior so it's not surprising that he comes home with injuries, he will always complain about how you care for him for nothing, and he will always come back to you.

But still his heart skips a beat when you kiss the bruises over the bandages, making him hug you like you're the most fragile and precious pearl

""What would I do without you, doll?"

APHELIOS

He loves how someone can take care of him as lovingly as his sister does. He loves every little detail in how you care.

The moment you caress and kiss your scars Aphelios hugs you tight, stroking your hair and passing on all the love and gratitude he feels for you. Just thank you for being by his side.

VIEGO

Oh boy, Viego is romantic, caring and affectionate. You are his life and everything he will fight to protect. When you two are relaxing together in your bed and you kiss the scar on his chest you can swear you hear a little sob from him.

"You.."

He'll hold you against him fearing he'll lose you someday and he'll use all the words of love he knows and doesn't know. He will never let anything happen to you.

"You are my world, my queen/king"

[midna-chavelink]

Gwen, Viego, and Sona doodles. I love them (I would punch Viego in a heart beat however)

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

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

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

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

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

... but he was ENTIRELY CORRECT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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