Summary: A short snippet created to quickly ship two particular characters. Rated M for mentions of sexual abuse. Yuri Tag, Katarina.
Katarina closes her eyes as she lets the warm water cascading down her sore body wash away her tiredness along with her sweat and the strong scent of sex from her skin. A small almost content hum minutely escaping from the redheaded assassin's lips, Katarina's body posture relaxing a bit further even with the red nail marks still aching across her back and the bruises of iron handcuffs still accented against her wrists like purplish coils. With her emerald orbs Katarina tentatively attempts to snake a hand against her velvety abused entrance only for her to hiss in pain and instantly move her hand away from her core. The redheaded assassin's facial feature's morphing into a pained grimace, emerald eyes opening and narrowing in annoyance even as the Noxian aristocrat turns off the water and grabs a clean tower from one of the bathrooms cupboards.
'Damn LeBlanc and her clone for having the guts to double-team her!' The Sinister Blade scoffs bitterly inside her head and for a quick moment there Katarina can almost taste Emilia's nectar on the tip of her tongue, hear the illusionist's mocking voice behind her ear and sense two pairs of fake members lining up before her sore entrance.
The temperamental redhead can only sigh in defeat as she proceeds to wipe her bruised body with a towel and then wrap a new one around her frame before heading for her bedroom. Thoughts of her getting back at LeBlanc for taking advantage of her current situation relentlessly pestering her until Katarina begrudgingly sinks under the bed's warm covers.
Who would have thought that the gypsy's curse would actually be the real deal and will start killing her if she didn't have sex with another champion of the League once per day? Who would have thought that non-consensual acts wouldn't count towards her daily quota?
…Who would have thought that Katarina would be born in the worst city-state to be under the influence of such a curse, with all the sadistic and arrogant men and women, the mighty champions of dear Noxus, readily treating her like a worthless fuck-toy upon finding out of her magical ailment?
And to add insult to injury every single one of those bastards seemed to have a grudge against her for some reason…
Katarina sighs as she attempts to hopefully find some rest in a nice dreamless sleep. The fiery redhead's mind already pondering upon who will be the next bitch or bastard she will have to do come down in order to stop the pain under her chest and the shaking of her powerless numb digits.
A grinning picture of a winged ostracized sorceress finally flashes behind her jade-colored eyes and Katarina sighs once more in irritation.
Perhaps she should find a spouse from another city-state.
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"What exactly happened in mid lane, Sinister Blade? There is just no way Veigar got the drop on you five consecutive times in a row."
The redheaded assassin merely scoffs and turns around on her heels, Katarina's vision already blurry and unfocused, small tremors running along the length of her spine. The obscured skin under her rich scarlet hairline glistering with cold sweat. Katarina needed a lay, and she needed it fucking yesterday.
A strong arm suddenly reaches out and grabs Katarina's wrist forcing the Noxian aristocrat to either turn around and face her clearly disappointed teammate or slump down on the floor due to the abrupt weakness overcoming her body. Katarina obviously chooses the first one.
"Don't walk away from me when I am talking to you. Your myriad of deaths in the mid lane may have as well cost us the match, today. Veigar had already completed his build by the 13' minute mark if that is even possible! The least you could do is to apologize to your teammates for your bad performance."
The grim-faced champions behind the Ionian Captain either murmur their agreements or nod their heads and glare at her. Katarina however is too dizzy to care about hurting the feelings of a few weak-minded clowns. She really needed a damn lay, damn it!
The redheaded woman remains silent as she tugs on her restrained arm only for it to refuse to budge an inch. Irelia narrows her eyes irritably.
"You aren't going anywhere until you either apologize to us, or explain to me why you didn't signal that Veigar was missing from mid lane all game. Come on, Du Couteau. I don't like having to work with you either, but I deal with it, and you should also do your best to deal with it too-"
Irelia is totally unprepared for when the redheaded assassin practically lunges at her and kisses her, the fiery Noxian assassin even going as far as pushing her tongue into the stunned Captain's oral cavity with sudden fervor born from her desperation. The champions that are standing behind the two women gasp in response and it takes Irelia a few slim seconds to realize what's happening so she can push the Noxian redhead away.
Katarina stumbles back and almost falls on her butt from the mighty push of the Ionian Captain, but somehow manages to regain her balance at the last second and steadies herself before wiping at her mouth and shunpo-ing away from the crowded summoning chamber. Irelia is left frozen in shock, two fingers unwittingly rising to touch at her lips lightly.
Notes: A quick something I cooked up to make Irelia x Katarina shippable. I am pretty happy with how I managed to avoid the cliché heat solution, and how Katarina managed to maintain some of her dignity/identity despite the awful circumstances she was in. That one was another point I feel happy about since Kat didn't instantly turn into a sobbing mush and treated the curse like a mere inconvenience instead of feeling trapped and threatened like Lux or Quinn might do in her place. Katarina isn't overly innocent and knows about hardships and how to ignore pain, I tried to emphasize that in this piece.