Paring(s): Ambessa x afab! Reader
Warnings: Blood, ooc Ambessa?, rude ambessa, war? Idk
The air was heavy with the stench of blood and smoke, thick enough to choke. Screams echoed through the chaos, desperate and sharp, cutting through the clash of steel. You didn’t need to look to know what it meant. Ambessa Medarda had come.
You always knew this day would come. The fragile peace between your city and her empire was just an illusion—a ceasefire at best. Your people spoke of your "victory" as a miracle, a symbol of hope. But deep down, you knew the truth. Ambessa didn’t lose. She regrouped.
And now she was back to finish what she’d started.
She stood in the wreckage of your home now, a living storm. Her frame was imposing, her presence suffocating. You were sprawled beneath her, battered, bleeding, the cold stone biting into your skin. Her hand was around your throat—not tight enough to kill, but enough to remind you that she could.
Her eyes bore into you, dark and unrelenting, anger flickering like flames behind them. But there was something else, too—something sharper, hungrier. Something that made your stomach twist.
“You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice low and smooth, cutting through the air like a blade. “Lying there, bleeding like a lamb awaiting slaughter. Where’s the fire you showed on the battlefield? Where’s the defiance?”
You coughed, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. Every muscle in your body screamed, but you forced yourself to look at her, your gaze steady despite the pain.
“Still here,” you rasped, your voice ragged but sharp. “Just taking a moment…to enjoy the irony. The great Ambessa Medarda, crawling back like a scorned lover.
Her lips twisted into a snarl, her grip tightening just enough to make your breath catch. “Watch your tongue,” she growled. “Or I’ll rip it out.”
“Do it,” you shot back, defiance flickering in your eyes. “It won’t make Mel hate you any less.”
Her reaction was immediate. Her jaw clenched, eyes widening slightly, her shoulders stiffened, and for a moment, her anger wavered, giving way to something raw.
“You don’t get to speak her name,” she hissed, her voice dangerously quiet. “Not after everything.”
You laughed weakly, the sound wet and bitter. “After everything? She came to me, Ambessa. After you shipped her off to Piltover.”
Her eyes darkened, the fury in them flashing brighter, but her hand trembled slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell you that your words had landed.
“She’s better than you,” you pressed on, each word costing you more strength than you had to spare. “She has a heart. Compassion. She’d be horrified by this.. by you.”
Her grip faltered, just for a moment. Her expression hardened, but there was something behind it now—something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Humanity is a weakness,” she said finally, her tone cold and flat.
“Then I’ll take weakness over being empty,” you whispered, your voice fading.
Her laugh was sharp and humorless, but it lacked the usual bite. She stared down at you, her chest rising and falling, her expression caught between fury and something else—something closer to regret.
“Damn you,” she muttered under her breath, almost too quiet to hear.
With a sharp growl, she stood, releasing you. Her soldiers stood at the edges of the room, waiting, their eyes darting between their warlord and your crumpled form.
“Take them,” she barked at one of the soldiers, “Alive.”
You barely registered the rough hands binding you, barely felt the searing pain as they dragged you away. The world was slipping into darkness, your vision blurring at the edges.
But even as the cold crept in, one thought burned in your mind: she hadn’t killed you.
And as long as you were alive, you still had a chance.
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