#yandere viego

[yanmaresu]

Practicing drawing Viego, the ruined king

Who knew League of Legends had a canon yandere? Honestly I still don't know if I hate him or love him, but the manipulate / mansplain / malewife vibes are strong in this one.

#also I cant belive there's like zero yandere content about this guy in this site #like #he's got the full emo act going on along with the royalty #he's even titled the ruined king and very vocal about his obsession #but I can understand why tho #I have joy killing this guy in game because I can't stand hearing him talk #yandere #yandere male #yandere viego #i refuse to let this enter any other tag

[meyousing]

𝓥𝓲𝓮𝓰𝓸, 𝓥𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽:  viego + prompt 6 “I’m not going to leave you, and you’re not going to leave me either.” + prompt 16 “i’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us.”

𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼:  senna and lucian were able to save you from viego’s captivity and keep you safe, far away from him. but a world that would rob viego of beauty is a world that deserves destruction.

𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: yandere viego x reader, brief nsfw, kidnapping, manipulation, murderous implications, possessive viego (aka normal viego lol) 

“Lucian forgot to buy honey the last time he went out, hope you don’t mind” Senna shot you an apologetic look as she slid your mug across the table, the dark tea inside sloshing over the edge from the motion. She cursed at the sight and you thanked her quietly, letting the porcelain’s warmth thaw out your frigid fingers. Shaking off the cold of the Shadow Isles proved to be a tough feat, so as long as your tea was piping hot, you didn’t mind it lacking any sweetener. 

You watched Senna grab a cloth and drag it over the spill, a chill jolting you simultaneously, goosebumps flooding over the expanse of your skin. You couldn’t help but look over to the window as if this chill was caused by an external force; from out there, and not the easily explained reaction of your freezing palms coming into fast contact with the heat of your beverage.  

Your nerves were at an all-time high, but could anyone really blame you? This was the first time that you were anywhere near free in a long time. When Viego decided that you were his, that you would be his queen and bound you to his side, your freedom was instantly stripped away. The only daylight you were permitted to see or fresh air you were allowed to breathe was what you could glean from the castle windows, and the only alone time you ever had was to use the bathroom, albeit time that was limited since he would begin calling you back to him if he felt that you were taking too long, rushing you. Other than that, you were always glued to Viego’s hip. Senna and Lucian rescuing you was nothing short of a miracle that required extremely hard work and months of planning. You were so grateful that it worked out, feeling eternally indebted to the couple. You had expressed this to Senna but she would always brush you off, saying that you owed her nothing for simply returning your freedom. 

Your eyes were still fixed on the window, but not really seeing beyond it. You observed the scenic, bustling street and the shining rays of the sun, the gentle rustling of the front garden’s flowers as if they were all a picture; as if they would be flat to the touch if you reached out. As if they weren’t real. Was anything real beyond four walls? Despite the immense gratitude you continued to feel towards Senna and Lucian, you knew that it would be a very long time before they would let you leave the house or be seen outdoors by yourself, for your safety, because Viego has eyes everywhere, they would tell you. By that logic, you couldn’t help but wonder… were you really free after all? How could you be free if you still weren’t allowed to stand within those bustling streets, or to bask in the shining sun’s rays and smell the flowers' sweet scents? If Viego had eyes everywhere, did he know where you were right now? Was this even worth it?

You had begun to space out as these questions plagued you, the view of the outdoors not soothing you much despite how unchanging it was, which should have done nothing but reassure you; made you think that you had all the time in the world to experience nature if it remained the same for so long. 

But then the scene did change. A figure deviated from the crowd in the street, adjacent to everyone else who was hurriedly on their way to a destination far away from this address. Being preoccupied with your thoughts caused your eyesight to blur, you were unable to make out who this figure could be as the sight became larger and larger; they were coming closer. 

Did Viego find you already?! 

A jingling sound was muffled from outside, you blinked rapidly to try and desperately clear your vision, whipping your head to the doorknob to watch the lock turn. 

He was coming in. He had a key. 

A creak chimed out, the once dimly lit dining room now much more illuminated from the sun as the door opened and revealed Viego’s silhouette to you in all of his glory. You felt stuck outside of your body, paralyzed and only able to utter incoherent sounds equivalent to small gasps for air. He stopped moving in once he had breached the doorway, looking over at you. Your sight was still impaired, but with a few more blinks and shakes of the head you cleared it quite quickly, and your heart dropped in relief. 

“You okay?” Lucian asked, his eyes mirroring yours when they widened. His eyebrows raised as he kicked the door closed behind him, his arms too full of shopping bags to do it instead. Now that the sunlight was gone and the regular lighting of the room was restored, you could see him much better. It was just Lucian.

Right. How could you forget Senna mentioning that Lucian wasn’t here when you woke up because he went back out to grab items he forgot from his last shopping trip… such as that aforementioned honey? It was as if your remembrance of her words had summoned her, she was at your side right after Lucian spoke, gently taking your shoulder and watching you with concern. The pressure of their conjoined stares made your cheeks burn in the embarrassment of your mistake. Not to mention how you never liked being the centre of attention; something that made the obsessed spotlight that Viego cast upon you feel that much worse.

“I am, I’m fine. Sorry.” You didn’t feel the need to explain yourself because, above all else, Senna and Lucian were two of the most understanding people you had ever met. Their patience for you was unmatched, you were well aware that they appreciated your situation and didn’t expect you to elaborate when you didn’t feel the desire to. You were sure that they knew what had happened just now anyway, their expressions becoming cognizant rather quickly following your silence. 

Senna patted you before walking over to take a bag from Lucian, hauling it to the counter so she could begin unloading its contents. You watched her and sipped at your tea now that it had cooled down a bit, the mundane task that she was carrying out bringing you comfort from its regularity. 

“Did you get more honey?” she asked, having finished her chore faster than you could register when the now empty paper bag tipped over on the counter, and she turned to rest her back against the edge of the surface, arms crossing over her chest while she glanced at Lucian. You followed her eyes, watching Lucian place the other bag next to himself on the ground so he could lean down and slip his shoes off with free hands.

“Did I get more of what?” he responded nonchalantly, not bothering to look up as he did. That caused him to miss the instant droop of Senna’s expression which you were happy to have witnessed, stifling a laugh from the interaction. 

Consolation began filling you at the sight of such a silly exchange; as you realized that you really were okay. You knew that everything happening to you right now did so for a reason. You were going to have to stay inside the couple’s home for a little while longer if you wanted any future freedom at all, and that was okay. They were willing to protect you for as long as they had to, and you just knew that they would save you once more if a time ever came when Viego did find you again. Of course, you also knew (no, you didn’t actually know. But you dearly hoped) that Viego never would be able to find you again. Besides, if they were able to save you from him in the first place, then he didn’t do a good enough job of keeping you away. 

Feeling so comforted, so protected, you decided that today was going to be the first of many when you would finally live for yourself. This was the first time that you were anywhere near independent in a long time. Why not start making the most of it? Chugging down the last of your tea, you stood abruptly, chair screeching as the force of your movement pushed it back on the wood floor. The duo looked at you at the same time, Lucian now upright and jumping slightly at the sound of your empty teacup slamming down onto the table (you mumbled an apology, not meaning to be so rough with their possessions).

“Let’s do something fun. Do either of you have plans?” You placed your hands on your hips, taking on a strong stance to show off just how strong you were after everything you had dealt with thus far.

“None aside from watching over you” Senna shrugged. Lucian nodded his agreement, waiting for you to continue. With a deep breath and a smile, you did.

“We are going to bake some treats. I’ll even teach you some recipes from my homeland! Did you happen to buy any jam?” you turned to Lucian, joining your hands with index fingers pointed at him, ever-focused. He perked up, seemingly delighted at your sudden liveliness. Senna must have felt the same, this was the biggest show of enthusiasm that you had to offer since getting here.

“I don’t remember buying any… but we probably have some here already!” Lucian returned your smile, slipping past Senna to the refrigerator so he could check, careening the door open quickly and creating a cracking sound which caused Senna to scold him and roll her eyes at his sheepishly mumbled apology. A moment passed before his hand raised, showing off a half-full jar of strawberry jam. You shimmied in delight, listening to Senna’s warm chuckle at your reaction.

“What else, captain?” she asked, more than glad to entertain your newfound ardour as she opened a drawer containing various baking utensils, like patterned rolling pins and spatulas. Sparkles formed in your eyes at the sight, the prospect of making delicious, fragrant pastries already making your mouth water and your excitement become unbearable if you were to dally any longer.

You were finally reminded of what it could feel like to be home. 

–

With droopy eyes, you wiped some sticky jam off of your cheek as you swallowed the final bite of your cookie, feeling drowsy and content from such a long day full of baking and devouring delicacies. 

“I almost forgot how good these are, I haven't had one in years…let alone the entire plate, sorry” you chuckled shamefully, slumping further into the couch as Lucian picked your crumb-littered plate up from the coffee table. Could they really blame you for eating every last one? you haven’t had these cookies in years because there was almost nothing in the Shadow Isles, aside from remnants of some alcohol and limited foods Viego brought you from a long time ago in Camavor, food that was far past the point of decay. Indulgence never happened for you anymore. 

“I’ll remember the recipe” Lucian grinned before turning to bring the dish to the kitchen, and you let your eyes close peacefully when the sound of the sink’s running water began. You were only able to doze for a moment, a gentle nudge to your arm stopped you from getting too comfortable just yet. You peered an eye open to see Senna standing over you. 

“Why don’t you lay down in bed? We’ll clean up, go get some rest somewhere more comfortable.” 

Good idea you thought. Senna was always full of great ideas. She also blinked at you, mildly perplexed as to why you had yet to respond. Oh, you hadn’t said that out loud!

“Good idea” you repeated with the evidence of your fatigue much too clear as you ran a hand over your face and stood on wobbly legs. Senna gave you a sympathetic smirk, classically understanding what just happened as she said nothing else and went to join Lucian in the kitchen, leaving you to your own devices for the night. It really was unfortunate that the activities of the day had worn you out so quickly, you would have loved to spend more time with the two, but you also knew that catching up on rest was equally as important, if not more. At least the small dose of caffeine in the tea from earlier had given you enough energy for baking at all, and what pleasant memories you were able to make as a result!

Upon arriving at your room, you closed the door behind you, domestic sounds of the post-baking cleanup now muffled to your ears as you trudged to your bed with heavy steps. You had decided to stay cozy today, having already worn a nightgown since the morning. Unfortunately, you couldn’t let yourself rest just yet within these pyjamas, because they were now covered in flour and stained with small flecks of jam. 

Worth it, you told yourself as your eyes fell shut, feeling too sleepy to keep them open a moment longer even as you unbuttoned your gown and let it fall to your feet. Stepping out of it, you decided to take the lazier route tonight, leaving it on the floor rather than placing it in the hamper as you moved to search your drawer for a new one. I’ll clean my room tomorrow morning.

 Being left in your undergarments as you blindly felt around in your drawer, the room felt much colder, naturally. Though it was bizarrely cold, the temperature today had not been low enough for you to be reasonably feeling goosebumps rise on your skin right now. With some restraint, your eyes opened and your hands stopped moving. You began scanning around your room, feeling slightly unnerved. What exactly were you looking for, anyway? Maybe your room just felt chillier because it was on the second floor, it took longer for the heat to get up here… right? Just as your chin met with your shoulder and you could see what was directly behind you, a sigh of solace passed your lips. 

Your window was open.

Now everything made so much more sense! Regarding the temperature drop, at least. While you couldn’t recall opening your window at any point this morning, you also didn’t want to think too much or for too long about it, scurrying over to close it and warm yourself up once and for all; to be rid of the constant chills that kept running marathons on your flesh today. Reaching up above your head, your fingertips met with the lift and you wasted no time in pulling it down.

As the window closed with a resounding thud, freezing-cold hands grabbed your hips from behind. 

Paralysis was imminent, your last motion being the removal of your own hands from the window, unable to move them anymore once they fell back to your sides. Perhaps if you had kept your eyes open when you got here, you’d have noticed the lingering black mist submerging the floor.

“My love,” his voice was trembly, breath frigid on your neck as you felt him push his front against your back, bodies glued together once again, like all of those times before.  

Viego found you. 

You tried to say his name, but you couldn’t find your voice. You wanted to acknowledge him, get a response, and ensure that you were not dreaming and this was real.

Another thing that you regretfully noticed and solidified how real this was, was that he was hard, slowly rutting his hips against your ass and gradually pressing you further and further against the wall, your cheek squishing into the glass of the window. You already felt utterly violated, so exposed in the minimal clothing you wore and the lewd movements Viego made against you. This lasted only for a moment, but of course, it wasn't over; he flipped you around so he could stand between your legs, to grind against your clothed pussy and move his hands to your face, holding your cheeks with earnest, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room as they bore into yours. 

The friction of his cock against you had started to numb your body, thighs beginning to tremble as you swallowed hard and grabbed at his forearms. As if that clutch could manage to give you any kind of control over this, something you never had with him.

“How did you find me?” you managed to get out with a voice that was almost inaudible, but your words never went unnoticed by Viego even when you tried, no matter how quiet.

“It wasn’t difficult.” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, his eyes following the motion, a quiet whimper sounding in his throat. “Our souls are bound, we will never be truly separated forever.” He was so close. You felt his lips brush against yours with every word he spoke, heat rushing to your face and a familiar feeling stirring inside of you. You had to distract yourself, to think of something else. This could not escalate any further if you wanted to have any kind of power here at all. Viego knew your every weakness.

“A-are you going to take me back to the Shadow Isles?” you asked quickly despite the stutter, and as your voice broke when you spoke the word shadow, Viego’s eyebrows met in concern. His motions ceased, though he remained impossibly close to you. You really didn’t like how calm he seemed. Any time you acted out of line he would lose his mind, giving you punishments that he claimed hurt his heart to inflict but that it was entirely your fault. His display of the polar opposite reaction to your misbehaviour was something to be afraid of, and that you were. You couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get here undetected, even with the proof of his mist filling your room. But then a horrifying thought came to you. 

“What did you do to Lucian and Senna?!” 

Viego shushed you too swiftly after you spoke, soothingly dragging his thumb from your cheek to your lips, pressing on the bottom one as he put his forehead against yours. 

“What they did is unforgivable, condemnable. How dare they take what is mine?!” His eyes screwed shut in anger and his thumb pushed in a little harder, but not painfully. You noticed that he must have been trying to stay quiet, his words were malicious and enraged but his volume was just barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath before continuing. “One thing I noticed was that you were not scared. You were not upset with them for the atrocity they committed. As much as I wanted to make them one with the mist, I did not want to be the cause of your upset once more.”

This caused your brain to stop. If you heard correctly and were not relying on wishful thinking, Viego was admitting how he was… aware? Aware of how much grief he caused you in the past, of how any time he thought he was making the right decision for your sake, he couldn’t have been more wrong. 

“If you come back with me now, they will be spared. We will leave now, leave no trace.” He looked into your eyes, hopeful. 

You weren’t dumb enough to think that the chances of living a life free from Viego were guaranteed. You were hopeful too though, hopeful that you could have had a bit more time. Two days were not enough. The closest you got to enjoying the fresh air and sunlight was during the walk from the wagon into the house on your first day here: ten seconds, if not less. Before you could stop yourself, a small sob wracked you, tears forming in your eyes as you stifled a whimper. Viego looked like he had a heart attack when you did, quickly pulling your head to his shoulder and embracing you tightly. 

“Shh, do not cry. I will keep you safe from now on. I’m not going to leave you, and you’re not going to leave me either. Never again.” He cooed these words into your ear, his tone awfully sultry as he stroked your hair and squeezed you close. All they did was make you feel worse, a full cry leaving your lips as his caresses suffocated you, his body on yours (that was still so naked in comparison) making you feel immensely claustrophobic between him and the wall.

He continued on with soothing you, ineffectively at that. You couldn’t handle anymore, inhaling shakily as you started to resist, trying to push him off of you and create some space between yourselves. For a moment you thought that you had succeeded, as he pulled away and placed both his hands on the sides of your head, fingers weaving through your hair in pause. 

Then, after grabbing fistfuls of your hair, he leaned in and kissed you, hard.

If suffocation was a mere phantom sensation before, it was full-on now. He smothered you so intensely and so vigorously that you forgot to breathe, whining into his mouth as you grabbed onto the collar of his jacket for some kind of grounding, dizzying stars appearing behind your eyelids. The rise and fall of your chest became brisk against him, you truly began to worry that he would kiss you to unconsciousness. His eventual pulling away was slow, something you would consider romantic or passionate if this were any other scenario, but the sharp inhale you took through your mouth right after was a definite mood killer. Well, it would have been to anyone else. It seemed you could do no wrong in Viego’s eyes. 

“As saccharine as honey,” he whispered, tone low and sweet like the very substance he mentioned; one you regretted not asking for in your tea this morning because a return to the Shadow Isles meant no sustenance or special treats like that ever again. The thought of returning to that dull, prison-like lifestyle sent more tears to your waterlines, which soon streamed down your face. Viego watched them fall, grimacing.

“Your tears induce my own” he spoke brokenly, thumbing at your cheeks with the utmost precision until they were dry beneath his touch. 

“I’m so much happier here than with you” you managed to sputter out amidst your snivelling, already knowing what damage those words could induce but still needing to speak your piece either way. Viego seemed legitimately frozen after registering what you said, his movements ceasing slowly. 

“I gave you everything. All that I do is for you.” He looked down, contemplative. “How much happier could you possibly be here than with me?”

“I’ve never wanted even half of what you’ve done for me, Viego” you cried, trying not to let the way he looked up at you shatter your heart when you saw how sad his eyes were. Instead, you tried to interpret his expression in a different way… in a way that proved you were getting through to him and felt encouraged to push the limits.  “Please, just let me stay here. It’s what’s best for both of us.” You tried shoving at his chest to create some space between yourselves once more, and to your shock, he moved back a step from the force. You shivered from the sudden separation, hardly realizing how much warmth his usually frigid body managed to provide to yours with how bare it was as of now. He was certainly in his own state of shock from your words, even a “heart” as cold and dead as his could feel a pang of hurt from the ugly truth. 

You took advantage of his reaction and used the surprise that you felt as adrenaline to get moving. With eyes blown wide and completely focused on him, you began to step away and past him, intent on slowly walking to the bedroom door and throwing it open before making a full run for it, so you could alert Senna of what was going on and be saved from whatever future Viego intended for you. 

You only made it a couple of feet away before he spoke.

“Until you return to my arms, all will be brought to ruin.”

You paused, dreadfully looking at him from over your shoulder. He was looking at you the same way, his back still visible to you but his eyes piercing.

“I will not lose you again. I will destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us.” He turned to you fully, making your breath hitch as the room started to feel a lot stuffier, the black mist thickening immensely. He approached you through the fog, taking long strides that you tried to back away from but met with the door of your closet after one measly step, effectively trapping yourself once more. Stopping just before you, he raised his arms with upward-facing palms in the falsest show of submission you had ever seen, one that felt like a mockery. “Come back to me, Y/N.”

You remained motionless. Viego was many things, many brutish, despicable things, but never a liar. If he was intent on destroying the entire world until you were in his grasp once more, he would do it hundreds of times over. Despite knowing this and fearing the worst, your desire for freedom still called to you from the back of your mind, a small voice on the brink of defeat, yet one that still held out so much hope. 

“Please don’t make me.” Weak and dry, your voice was so broken. Defeated. Even Viego simpered vilely, both of you understood that this was a desperate last effort and that you had no chance, that this effort had failed.

“If you want them to live, you know what to do.” 

You were crying again. Not a theatrical, loud cry, simply hot tears that impaired your vision and swelled your throat, making it feel full and suppressive to any words you wanted to say. With a shaky breath and a harsh swallow, you managed to communicate just one. One that you dreaded saying as it would be a form of confirmation, but you could not let this continue, you could not leave Senna and Lucian at risk after all they had done for you. 

“Okay,” it was a groggy murmur, with a tone that would have been so obviously averse to anyone else’s ears. But to Viego, it was an instant victory, your wholehearted agreement. You looked at his smug expression while you trod to him heavily, so slow with feet that felt encased in cement as if to stall your impending doom for as long as you could. Viego was not a patient man, but you knew that right now he would let you walk to him for hours longer if it guaranteed your return. 

His shorter wait in reality certainly was a guarantee, you found yourself folding in on yourself against his chest much sooner than you would have liked. While his hold was something that you usually dreaded being in, right now it brought a soothing sense of familiarity as you felt his arms envelop you like a shield, protectively. He pulled you even tighter against him, your hips touching and reminding you of the state he was still in even after all of this. He then leaned down until his lips were right by your ear, brushing over your lobe. 

“You know how much it pains me to punish your wrongdoings, but I cannot let your abandonment go undisciplined. We will discuss this further when we get home.”

You tried to look up at him while the mist began to engulf your surroundings, your sight becoming more and more narrow until all you could see was Viego and his utterly heartbroken eyes, classically so, because the topic of him hurting you just seemed to hurt him even more. Somehow, the view broke your heart too, regret filling you as you never truly wanted to upset the man who loved you so much. Before succumbing to the darkness, all you could think of was how glad you were to have the peace restored, to know that all would be well between you and your Ruined King once again as soon as you woke up. No more false happy endings, no more delusions of thinking that you were allowed to live and experience silly things like nature. You would be returning to the truth and stability with the man who would do anything for you, and that was all you ever needed. 

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[saey707]

Hearts in Two

✿ Prompt: Possessive / Perfectionist Viego ✿ 

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tws: yandere, manipulation, isolation, obsession ♡ Female-aligned reader

You always had a well-established idea that Viego was a possessive man, but just how possessive could he be?

Hell, you never would have believed it could be this excessive.

Viego walks the ends of the earth to keep you all to himself.

Because of this, arguments have become quite frequent between you and him, his outbursts becoming breakdowns.

He was delusional- constantly craving perfection. The caress of your fingers should only be reserved for him. Your shining eyes only focused on him. Your smiling face alone, lips pressed against his and only his. Viego wanted it all... He wanted to be the catalyst for all the happiest memories of your legendary romance. He wanted you. He’s only ever wanted you.

Despite the fiery arguments and differences in opinions, you knew Viego. He never wanted to hurt you and doesn’t intend on ever doing such a thing. In fact, the Ruined King doesn’t want you to get hurt again. He already lost you once... and he swore he would never lose you again. Viego reclaimed you from the light, ripping you from death’s dance- your peaceful slumber.

But this is what true love is, isn’t it? That’s what Viego believes! Keep your lover in the confines of your own home and heart so they can never get hurt... It’s romantic! It’s noble and... familiar.

Our first piece of advice for the reclaimed Queen of Camavor: Don’t get caught spending time with anyone other than Viego.

He was more than willing to kill off any prattling peasants that dared to stand in the way of his love. He wielded a blade fit for a king… A ruined king. He will kill your friends and enemies, just about anyone that dares to interfere with history’s epic love story.

“Black mist and a blade to the heart... don’t you think they will make a wonderful addition to our cause, my love?” A statement you frequently hear.

“I told you never to speak to anyone else other than me, my love! Don’t make me hurt anyone else..! It hurts... It hurts so much...! Please don’t break my heart again!!”

His desperate eyes glared at the grieving queen, at your desperate attempts to convince the king that you loved him and only him. And yes, it was true... but how can you spend eternity reliving your season of love? It was a love that brought all and everything hurt and pain... How could you ever want that?

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry! Please, Viego...”

He can see through your entire act and he doesn’t like it. “She did this to herself... She threatened your hand... She’ll learn to get over it... It’s not your fault, Viego.”

He’ll break the hearts of those trying to change your mind to take you away from him! It’s the only way for the two of you to be happy... Or perhaps it was the only way to take back his once-perfect life.

“I’m doing this for you, my love... I’m doing ALL of this for you! ...Why won’t you look at me..? They didn’t deserve to look at you!! Can’t you see that I’m trying?!?”

You sob, staring up at your lover, the man with whom your entire being was tethered to. The man you loved.

“I know it hurts... But, I know that you still love me. I will always love you... Know that.” His arms snaked around your back, pulling you into the comfort of his touch.

The space that once bared his beating heart was shallow, your ear pressed against the empty space.

You couldn’t hear anything.

Viego is beyond heartbroken. He wants the light of his life and death to be happy with him. Why can’t she just see that he is trying his best? Can’t she at least pretend to like him a bit more? It would make Viego so happy...

“Nobody can hold you, except for me. You understand, right? I own you... You’re mine. I never want to lose you, my queen. Please say that you love me back... Please, Is that so hard?”

“I do love you…” You whispered, “That’s the hardest part.” You speak slowly, sniffling and turning your gaze to the floor.

But the more you defy him, the more Viego keeps score. He wants to gut himself and tether you down with his own intestines and watch you scream in terror. He wants to give you every part of his being. He wants you to stay with him. He’ll do anything so you will...

And Viego will remind you over and over again that this is all really your fault… You chose to go against what he wanted. You chose to fall in love with him. You are the catalyst of your own pain. Not him.

In this game, the king controls the board.

“My queen. Yet again, we’ve come full circle. I never wanted to hurt them. I never wanted to hurt anyone.” He brushes his gloved fingers against your cheek, brows knit together as he pressed his lips against yours.

“I’m doing this because I love you... So, please. Stay with me for all eternity.”

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[settache]

VIEGOOO????

Obsessibe disgusting borderline yandere Viego is 100% canon and wE GOT TO SEE IT???

#🍎.viego #yandere viego #poor isolde byee😭😭

[dorodumdum]

I gave him a shirt, it gives him more charm. No, I'm not simping! You're the simp! Totally not me :> ... Totally. I'm still shity at doing backgrounds

#yandere #king viego #viego fanart #viego the ruined king #viego lol #viego league of legends

[alexcaninnit]

Shitty Viego sketch. I hate him so much but I do love myself a yandere.

#viego lol #viego league of legends #alexcanart

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Earl Grey Tea (League of Legends) (pt.2 of Viego)

Viego:

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Viego with a Gender Neutral S/O who can turn into a Dragon

Headcanons of Viego with a Mother who has a Nine Month Old Daughter

Headcanons of Human Viego and Clingy Ruined Viego

Scenario of Viego meeting his Daughter’s boyfriend

Scenario of Viego with his Bride The Morning After Scenario

Scenario of Viego and Vladimir in a Love Triangle

Scenario of a Clingy and Drunk Viego with a Female s/o

Scenario of Yandere Viego with a Priestess

Scenario of Viego and Isolde confessing their Love to a Court Mage

Scenario of Viego and Darius trying to Make Up with a Gender Neutral Champion after a Match

Headcanons of Viego with a Magical Empress s/o who is the Reincarnation of Isolde

Scenario of Yandere Viego with an Immortal Ronin

Scenario of a Clingy and Needy Viego with a Gender Neutral s/o 

Scenario of Human Celebrating his Female s/o’s Birthday 

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #lol #viego x reader #viego #works of khaleesi #masterlist

[unboundndd]

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

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

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin

Mi, 20+, She/her, EU

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

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

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

I figured I'd add some skinlines too.

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

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

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

Fluff/Platonic/Smut

Yandere

Violence (not explicitly described)

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

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

#lol x reader #league of legends x reader #mimi.personal

[toopolar]

Me watching people call viego yandere (ur dumb and do not understand his character)

#league of legends #lol #viego

[liliesinrequiem]

League of Legends Masterlist

Last Updated: October 2023

-Trapped (Yandere!Shieda Kayn x F!Reader): Kayn has you pressed up against a wall and you can no longer keep running away from him.  

-The Book and a Cocktail (Sett x Reader) [MILD NSFW]: A day at the beach, you want to finish a novel, but things keep interrupting you.  

-Unwilling (Yandere!Viego x Reader): In life, your job as a dancer was overwhelmed by Viego’s desire to have you to himself. It seemed that he never wanted to let you go...  

-Company (Aphelios x Reader): You bring Aphelios some food and ramble a bit. Meanwhile, he’s thinking about some things.

-Always (Akali x Reader): Before Akali sets off, the two of you share some parting words.  

-Work Together (Ezreal x Reader): You’re sent to do a mission with Ezreal but things go wrong.  

-Future (Yandere!Viktor x Reader): In the confines of his study, you listen to Viktor's new idea and worry about its implications. 

-Favorite (Shieda Kayn x Reader): Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

#league of legends x reader #lol x reader #league of legends imagines

[leagueoflegends-confessions]

Hopeless romantic, who's super into yanderes and other fucked up things: I think what Viego is doing is super romantic and I actually really love him. I know he won't win against the Sentinels but I desperately wish he would. I just hope he doesn't canonically die.

#sinnamon #league of legends #league #lol #confession #submission #viego #hopeless romantic #yandere #event #lore

[yanmaresu]

Viego! Not my favorite LoL character but he's interesting. I saw him when he was first released and followed his lore for a little bit. The event he was a part of was lackluster (Or so I heard) but the character is pretty solid if anything. If you applied his backstory to Malleus, Idia or [Insert Supernatural Being Who Has The Ability To Defy Death], you could get something that might rival your mermaid au.

¿rival? (・_・;)

Tbh Viego is a weird case for me because I hate the guy for no reason, but still love his character to pieces, it's very solid like you said. Also his latam spanish voice is 11/10 he sounds so pathetic and desperate

Because Viego is vain, self-centered, manipulative, low-key delusional, can't accept rejection, he's obsessive, and irresponsible..! But he's also a romantic, a lover, the kind to worship you, and a very loyal one. You can see it in all of his actions, from ignoring his duties as king and acting solely to please his wife, to starting wars just for the possibility to see her once again. Even after death, Viego just ignores Isolde killed him and keeps trying to bring her back to life against her will, all while destroying the world around him as he thinks of himself as some kind of Orpheus saving his Eurydice.

Anyway with that said if I had to apply Viego's storyline to any twst character, it would be yandere!Leona. Not completely the same, but most of it. (；⌣̀_⌣́) I can see Leona being disliked enough by the royals in his country so they try to kill him, just to accidentaly end with his darling instead. Ruggie always loyal to Leona could take Kalista's place. Finally, Leona is selfish enough as to start a war and march towards the gates to the underworld while the system to protect them is still weak. Also, the whole duality of "wanting to conquer the whole world/ I'm hurting" could apply very well to him.

I like to think the darling is fucking terrified to be brought back not because they are confused, but because at least in death they were free from Leona. Also, the idea of Leona waking up a thousand years later, and everyone being terrified of him and the mist, except for one person is interesting. Malleus can't help but pity someone who he knew before death consumed him.

#yandere #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere viego #yandere leona #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #ruined leona

[saey707]

Loved For Centuries

✿ Prompt: Viego punishes you ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: yandere, psychological terror, isolation, binding ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Yup, you guessed it: transfer & rewrite from my old blog right here. I didn’t want to write another Yandere Viego, but I thought he would fit this one best! Plus you can never have too much Viego, right?? (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡ Enjoy!

You do not want to get in trouble with King Viego. While he can be a soft and gentle lover, who willingly and oh-so-graciously gives you the entire universe, when it comes to punishments…Well, Viego is all for them. He never wants to hurt your feelings… but he feels that he has to sometimes. 

After all, everything that he does is to show you how much he loves you!

Viego will make you feel like a peasant, while he imagines himself a hero. He will corner you until you tell him what you have done. If you refuse and feign your own innocence, he will not take to it lightly, assuming you are lying to him to save your own skin. That, or you are lying to defend someone that is trying to stand in the way of your love, of your happiness.

“You should be lucky that I’m nice, mi amor. If it were anybody else, then they would have done really horrible things to you!”

If you do anything to make him suspicious, consider yourself in the castle’s “quiet room” until you behave. 

And don’t think you will have the opportunity to roam freely, oh no no no... The Ruined King is not afraid to keep you bound, forcing you to lay alone with nothing but your thoughts in the dark.

He grabs your face with both hands, hovering over you with a disgusting smirk on his gorgeously coy lips. He can’t help but laugh at your pitiful, helpless state. This is exactly where he wants you; he wouldn’t dare take advantage of such a gorgeous site!

“Oh, mi amor~ is the handcuffs too tight? Heh... Well, it’s only tight because you keep struggling!” His thumbs rubbed the back of your hands, chaste kisses placed on your delicate fingers.

“I spent centuries making sure everything between us was perfect. I came looking for you, ripping you from death’s grasp. The least you can do is thank me, really... So, you are not going to ruin this for us now!”

If you continue to act suspicious when he is already doubting you, then his rage outdoes even the devil himself. He will argue and yell and throw as many tantrums as it takes for you get the point across that you are his. 

You can never leave him. Never again. 

When you are reduced to tears, he mirrors your sorrowful state, holding you close to him. If there is one thing that Viego hates, it’s knowing that he is the catalyst of your pain. 

The king strokes your hair, dropping himself to lay beside you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in close as he wasted no time in burying his nose in your neck, inhaling sharply.

He promises to make it up to you with diamonds and gold and all the clothes and flowers you could ever want, everything you could ever want. 

After all, you are his liege. You are the only individual he could ever come to love and obsessively provide for, the only person he would spend thousands of years searching for just so he could hold you once more.

His cold, hardened heart doesn’t know what a real apology is.

“Please don’t hurt me again... I know it hurts, but just know that it hurts me ten times more...” He sighs, brushing his fingers against your neck, trailing up to cradle your face in between his gloved hands. 

“I’m doing this because I love you, my liege. You understand, don’t you?”

#saeybaewrites #tw #drabble #yandere #x reader #viego #viego lol #viego league of legends #yandere viego #lol x reader #yandere viego x reader #lol #league of legends x reader

[shurelyasreverie]

Hi, I am new here. I like your work. May I request a Viego x reader wherein Viego falls madly in love with a Paladin who was sent to purify/ purge the shadow isles of corruption

welcome to the blog! I hope you enjoy all the future works to come, this request included 😊 (I think I made Viego kind of a yandere? Although canonically he pretty much already is?? That’s the appeal to him, right???)

Viego x Reader: You Will Stay

Sent to the Shadow Isles to purify the land, you’ll sacrifice anything to rid the land of the Black Mist. But will that also include sacrificing yourself?

Word Count: 1891

Many said you were doing the work of the gods, the Aspects had delivered you to slowly return the former haven of Runeterra back to it's former glory. It was your calling, the magic that coursed through you was the direct antithesis of whatever sorcery destroyed the Blessed Isles. So when the council of your land heard of your gift, you were instructed to slowly purge the Black Mist before it consumed all of Runeterra.

You weren't briefed on much prior to your arrival here. The Ruination was so many centuries ago, what truly happened was been distorted through myths and word of mouth. You've heard everything from monsters to heartache to murder, and as curious as you were, you were ready to accept you might never know what happened all those years ago.

First stepping onto the darkened land, a chill instantly slithered up your spine. You could feel the tendrils of the Black Mist engulfing you you, wrapping around you with its cold fingers. Goosebumps covered any of your bare skin. The uneasy feeling in your stomach wouldn't die down but you willed yourself to steel your nerves. Looking around, it was clear that you were alone. The only living thing around as you could only see the faint green light of distant, wandering souls. You couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched but you blamed it on the Mist, how it rolled in waves, consuming all of the land. How it pulsed like a heartbeat, like it was someone's lifeline. You took a deep breath. It was more than just a cloud, it was a creature that grew. As you used your magic to will it away, it only recoiled from your touch but swelled around you, determined to keep pushing the boundaries. Determined to find something.

This task was going to prove harder than originally thought.

After a few hours of unsuccessfully keeping the fog at bay, you realised that the only way to truly get rid of the Black Mist was to find the heart of it. Standing up straight, you looked into the Mist but it was fully opaque. Taking a deep breath, you kept your weapon at the ready as you delved deeper into the darkness.

The only company you had was the many souls trapped in the Mist. Many green orbs of lost souls were naïve and terrified, if you could, you'd grant them your aid, using your magic to enlighten them to the spirit realm. However some had become driven to anguish by whatever horrors were in the Shadow Isles, growing into humanoid wraiths that would try to rip you from limb to limb with their bare claws. You would send them down with your weapon, empowered by your purifying magic and then run further into the Mist before any other wraiths would check the commotion.

On the third day you had evaporated a small cluster of wraiths. Despite the fight being over, you couldn't quell your adrenaline, your heart racing as panic rose inside you. Your instincts alarmed you that you were being watched. It was more than just the encompassing presence of the Mist, you could feel a gaze drilling into the back of your skull, how it wandered across your body. But every time you turned to look behind you, no matter how fast or how unpredictable you tried to make it, you'd see nothing but darkness. Perhaps it was impact of spending night and day in such a paranoia inducing land? You steeled your nerves once again.

The next day, you had found a soul that actually communicated with you. Such souls were rare to find, many would dart away from your presence, others remained still and silent as you tried to guide them to the realm beyond. But this soul had been wandering for many years, their age shown by their declined sanity. It was hard to fully decipher what the soul was saying but you managed to figure out some pointers on what happened all those years ago. An obsessive king, hellbent on keeping his wife alive.

“And what was his name?” You asked and the soul told you. Despite never hearing such a name before, you felt a shiver down your spine and you instinctively looked around, as if using his name called him to you.

After five days of travel, you found yourself at the foot of a decrepit castle. Your soul companion told you this was the place. The tops of the towers and battlements had eroded, none of the roofs remained. You struggled to maintain your balance on the jagged cobblestones as you carefully made your way up. Hands on your weapon, you turned back to see the soul staying in place. It refused to travel any further to the castle. Thanking it for it's aid, you sent it to the spirit realm.

You were now truly alone.

The castle was free of any souls or wraiths. The silence was deafening as you could only hear your shoes against the stones and your slow, methodical breathing. The Mist was at its thickest here, it was almost a struggle to breathe. Your magic helped ease the Mist around you and you caught your breath. If this Black Mist was related to this ruined king, you figured the best place to start looking for the centre of the Black Mist was at the throne room.

Pushing a large door open, you cringed at how loudly it screeched against the floor. You had to be quick, there was a good chance a wraith outside heard it. Looking up, in the middle of the throne room, stood a towering throne, its back facing to you. The furniture must've been almost twice your height, blocking any vision of what was in front of it. But you could see the pitch black tendrils of Mist that flowed and spilled off of the throne. You found it. Letting out a sigh of relief, you hurried to the front of the throne.

You chocked out a scream as you came face to face with a man. His emerald eyes held a knowing look as he smirked. Sitting on the throne, head resting on one of his ivory hands, he waved his other with a flourish. Tendrils of Mist shot out from behind him and wrapped around your limbs, pulling you down onto your knees.

“Ah, the purifier has come,” the man taunted, his voice echoing against the hollow walls of the throne room. “Did they really think that one daring little soul could stop me?”

You stared at the man in confusion. This wasn't part of the job brief! Your job was simply to restore the Shadow Isles, not get subdued by the seeming creator of all darkness. Who even was he...?

“Viego,” you whispered, before you could even stop yourself. It was the name the soul told you. You had no idea what he was meant to look like, but somewhere in your heart told him he was the one. His head twitched and his expression softened.

“That is right,” he praised. “But it isn't fair if only you know my name. Tell me, purifier, what is yours?”

“Wait... how do you know that I can purify...?”

“My dear,” Viego chuckled as he leaned down to your level, his face filling your vision. “The Black Mist flows through me. It is a part of me. The instant you entered the Shadow Isles I felt you.”

His hand went up, his fingers tracing your jawline. You watched as Viego let out a sigh, closing his eyes in relief for a brief moment. “Your magic... that warmth. I haven't felt it since-”

Taking advantage of his distracted state, you sent your magic coursing through your body. The tendrils that latched onto you dissipated into thin air and you scrambled up to your feet. However Viego already predicted your movements. A green sword was in his hand, the tip mere millimetres away from your neck as he stood straight. You didn't dare swallow.

When you made eye contact with him, he immediately frowned. “I apologise for my brashness, my dear. But you must understand, you can't leave.”

Pulling the blade back, you heard the door of the throne room behind you close by the Black Mist. Rigid, you couldn't bring yourself to move as Viego stalked closer to you, his hand reaching out and gently curling around to the nape of your neck.

“The instant I saw you I knew you were special. How much did you sacrifice to come here even though you wouldn't gain anything? How much are you willing to sacrifice to restore this land? Such selflessness, such purity.”

“When did you see me?” You asked. Viego smiled.

“Whenever you felt it, I was there, my dear. Watching you dutifully march all the way here was warming. And I had to make sure the wraiths wouldn't deter you, and I most certainly couldn't let them hurt you. I watched you every step of the way.”

Your heart dropped and you could swear Viego must've sensed it as his smile turned to a scowl.

“Why do you respond that way? Am I repulsive to you?”

His grip on the base of your neck tightened, making harder to breathe as you stammered out a no. He then started to rub the back of your neck comfortingly, before letting it trail down your arm and holding onto your hand.

“Let me feel your magic, my love.”

You reluctantly did as you were told and Viego brought your hand up to cup his face. You stifled a gasp as through your magic, for a brief glimpse, you got to see Viego in his past life. Tanned skin with flowing brown hair the only similarity was his bright green eyes that shone with pure warmth. But after that flash you were left with Viego's current, deathly white pallor as he pressed his head into your hands.

“Who are you calling 'my love'?”

“Is there anyone else in this room?” He regarded you warmly. “I can tell you are the one.”

You gently pulled away from him, taking a step back and shaking your head. “I don't even know you.”

“But you knew my name? You know how this land came to be, yes? You know more than enough.”

“I was just sent to try and purify these lands.”

“And you will,” Viego rushed up to you, taking your hands in his, pressing them against his cold chest. “Stay with me and I shall be ruined no more. Your presence purifies me, and in turn, the land shall be purified with me.”

Viegos' arms started to reach around you, wrapping you in his arms. He pulled you into him, your cheek against his chest but you heard no heartbeat. Angling your head more, you looked back to the throne room doors to see them completely engulfed in his Black Mist. There was no way out.

“Your name, my dear?”

“... (Y/N),” you responded, surrendering to your fate. You felt his chest rumble as he repeated your name, testing the syllables. He instinctively smiled.

“(Y/N), my dear. Stay with me.”

You doubted you had a choice.

#fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #lol #league of legends #league of legends imagine #league of legends x reader #viego #league of legends viego #viego lol #viego x reader #viego league of legends #viego the ruined king #the ruined king #x reader #self insert #y/n #drama #shurelyasreverie

[yukiotacon]

Viego yandere edition

Pre ruination

The moment he saw you in the Camavorian capital, he wanted to have you

Learns everything about you using his spy network. He is king after all

As soon as he learns everything about you, he will start making his move

He starts out being charming and caring towards you

However, the signs will become more apparent as the relationship grows

Send numerous gifts to your door step

Wants to know where you are at all times

Will not hesitate to propose to you week after starting the relationship

Viego will try not to lose his temper with you. However, he does have his bouts of anger when you don't listen to him

Overall human yandere Viego is more suffocating

Post ruination

I say good luck to you good

His yandere traits are greatly increased after death

He lost you once and he is not going to let it happen again

If you try to escape, the black mist will come for you

He will not hesitate to corrupt the entire world just to have back into his arms

You are not safe in life and death

When he does find you again, he will never let go

" We will be together forever my love" he says in an ominous voice

#yukiotacon #league of legends #viego #league of legends viego #league of legends x reader #viego league of legends #viego lol #viego x reader

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Earl Grey Tea (League of Legends) (K - N)

K’Sante:

Kai’sa:

Kalista:

Karma:

Karthus:

Kassadin:

Katarina: 

Headcanons of Garen and Katarina as Romeo and Juliet of Runeterra

Kayle:

Kayn:

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister 

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister part 2

Headcanons of Sick Kayn with a Gender Neutral Taking Care of Him ft. Zed

Headcanons of Kayn as a father of a little girl ft.Rhaast 

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Gender Neutral

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter

Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter part 2

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn in a Relationship 

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with his New Empress 

Scenario of Kayn with a Badass Female Warrior/Religious Leader

Headcanons of Zed and Kayn in a Father-Son Relationship 

Scenario of Odyssey Kayn Sneaking into the Morning Star Ship to Cuddle with his Gender Neutral s/o 

Scenario of Yandere Kayn being Obsessive and Attempting to Kidnap You 

Headcanons of Kayn with a Trans-Masc s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Soft and Comforting Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy Touch Starved Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with an Artist Transmasc s/o

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy and Quiet Female Ionian Healer

(NSFW) NSFW Headcanons of Kayn based on Alphabets [K-A-Y-N]

Kennen:

Kha’Zix

Headcanons of Kha’Zix with a Kind Hearted Female Kiilash s/o

Kindred:

Kled:

Kog’maw:

LeBlanc: 

Headcanons of LeBlanc with a Maid s/o 

Lee Sin:

Headcanons of Storm Dragon Lee Sin in a Relationship 

Leona:

Headcanons of Solar Eclipse Leona with a White Witch 

Headcanons of Leona Cuddling 

Lillia:

Lissandra:

Headcanons of Lissandra with a Daughter 

Lucian:

Lulu:

Lux:

Headcanons of Lux with Viego 

Malphite:

Malzahar:

Maokai:

Master Yi:

Milio:

Miss Fortune:

(SFW and NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Miss Fortune with a Gender Neutral s/o

Mordekaiser:

Scenario of Pentakill Mordekaiser meeting a Male Fan

Scenario of Pentakill Mordekaiser meeting a Male Fan pt.2

Headcanons of Mordekaiser with an Apprentice

Headcanons of Project Mordekaiser with a Pure Human s/o

Morgana:

Naafiri:

Nami:

Nasus:

Headcanons of Nasus with a Time Travelling s/o 

Nautilus:

Neeko:

Nidalee:

Nilah:

Nocturne:

Nunu & Willump:

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #lol #works of khaleesi #masterlist