I would love love LOVE to read some more of your Aatrox x reader story! if you'd be so kind ofc <3
Sure! I enjoy writing the romance so much!
𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣
wc: 2.8k
tw: brief descriptions of violence, Tsundere Aatrox
Whenever Aatrox would retreat into his sword, by starving himself or by defeat, he had begun to dream.
It wasn’t too often when these dreams would occur but a small part of him would look forward to them. Anything was better than the claustrophobic prison of nothingness. In his slumber, he would dream. As a woman, he lived in a cottage, alone in the woods. There were no signs of fear, happiness, or anger. It was only him and a baby.
The dreams would always end with blood and screaming. The baby he held was replaced with a pile of flesh that coated his hands with blood. He would scream at the sight and he didn’t know why. Aatrox wasn’t scared of anything. These were nightmares to anyone else but he feared nothing.
A poor human traveler came by and saw the sword of the Ascendant, Aatrox. He was intrigued by its glow. What was it doing all by itself in the middle of the forest, the traveler thought. How much would it sell for? The combination of curiosity and greed was a plague against humanity. It would be its downfall. Aatrox would use this new human as his vessel to move around once again.
Aatrox looked around. He was in the world again. It was gloomy and moist from the rain. Everything looked so sad. There was no sign of you either. Why did that make him feel bad?
“WOMAN!?” He roared to the top of his lungs, expecting you to just “appear” and have his name roll off of your tongue like sweet honey. He didn’t know your name. Your true name. He wouldn’t call you Death or even Lady Death. HE WAS DEATH.
Aatrox, Aatrox, Aatrox.
Death called his name like a mother would her son who just wouldn’t listen to her. And just like a child, he looked for you. He felt drawn to you. He knew you had to be somewhere. Did you get bored of him already? He hoped not.
The Darkin wandered for days not being able to find you. Maybe he could summon you again? Yes. That would be such a great idea. Why didn’t he think of that first?
Aatrox ravaged villages and settlements. He left no survivors. Life was no good anyway. The only thing these mortals would miss out on was your beautiful face. Right before they succumb to their wounds.
It was no use. Despite all the carnage. You didn’t appear. You didn’t tease him. You didn’t trace his horns with your fingers. You didn’t climb onto his shoulder to whisper things in his ear that seemed to calm him.
That’s fine. He just needs more victims. What’s one more settlement? One more? Another? And another?
But—
No.
The only thing he was surrounded with were the dead bodies of men, women, and children. Where were you? Where did you go? Did you even…exist? Did he finally go mad?
Yeah. He had just gone mad. Meeting death? Spending time with her? Dreaming from the perspective of a woman? Everything was finally taking a toll on him.
Night fell and he wandered Runeterra some more. He needed to find more people to kill…or finally a warrior that could put him out of his misery.
He had come across a winter hamlet. It was lit here and there with torches and lights. The watchmen didn’t seem to see Aatrox yet. With his vision, he could see a far distance away. What caught his attention were people in an old wooden house. Two of them. A woman and an old man.
That woman…who was that woman?
She looked like you. There were no demonic features and dark attire, but he knew it was you. You looked so full of life.
He didn’t like it.
Anger filled him more than any feeding ever could. A foreign drive possessed him and all of his thoughts were murderous and violent.
Screaming of terror filled the night sky as mortals laid eyes upon their new god.
“You are not long for this world.” You grabbed the hand of the dying old man before you. He wore a smile as he drifted in and out of his painless death. “I know.” He replied. “But will I finally get to see my wife again? Did you stay with her until the end just like you did me?”
Your lips parted. You’ve done this for eons but it’s still hard to break the news. “Yes.” You curled your lips into a small smile. “She’s missed you and can not wait to-“
“DARKIN! IT'S A DARKIN!!”
The cries of mortals filled your ears. Your heart sank. You couldn’t hide the sadness that covered your face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered to the old man. You took his life without another thought. You collected his soul and returned to your Darkin suitor.
In only minutes, this settlement was no more. Aatrox was huge. Much, much taller than what you’ve seen before. He’s killed so many.
“How could you?” You uttered, looking at all the destruction that was once bustling and crowded. You struggled to not step on any bodies that had been left by him. For once, you frowned at Aatrox. Your patient smile was no more.
When he saw you, he wanted to yell at you. How could he? No. How could you? You abandoned him. You didn’t come when he called you. He searched for days. He spent days by himself and he couldn’t understand why.
“Why are you here?” He growled, finishing the very last warrior that stood in his way. Black butterflies emerged from the trees and bushes. They landed on the people and claimed them. “I like to visit humans before they die.” You answered. “But you just had to intervene.”
You noticed that Aatrox seemed to dislike your butterflies. He cut at them and could crush them in his hands if he were quick enough.
“Leave them.” You commanded firmly. He did not listen.
You turned away. You couldn’t stand to look at him. Your chest was hurting from sadness. You hated that this was the natural order.
You shook it off. You always shook it off.
You looked down at your feet. “Everyone dies alone.” There was a child. A girl. She held a toy and had a petrified look. Your words finally grabbed his attention. “I’ve always been alone.” Your sentences seemed disconnected but Aatrox was still very much interested in what you had to say.
Before you could continue, you were lifted off of the ground by a large hand. It was Aatrox. He dropped you onto his shoulder, to which you clumsily hung onto. You smiled at his actions. He still wasn’t accepting you, but you didn’t believe he traveled to the Freljord for nothing.
Aatrox has many, many questions for you but his arrogance prevented him from asking them. He preferred to listen to you speak. Eventually, you would come out and maybe tell him yourself.
“You’re so big now. Why did you kill them?” You asked quietly. This made the Darkin scrunch his nose up in disgust. He refused to voice the reason why. He didn’t want it to sound like he missed you or that he was worried. “And why did you destroy this camp of refugees?”
You got a good look at him. His face was unchanging from the scowl that showed his sharp teeth. His face always seemed to be like this.
“Why did you come after me?”
You felt the sway of Aatrox’s walking come to a halt.
“Shut up, woman. You may be a god but you are a fool.” He grumbled, refusing to make any eye contact. When he hissed and said “hurtful” things, it made you wonder what his reactions would be if he were a man and not a monster. “And why are you so mean?” You added, leaning your head against his now much, much bigger one.
Aatrox didn’t answer you. He only resumed walking to a place. Wherever a place was. Your smile softened and faded a little. “Aatrox, do you dream?”
It was almost funny that you asked such a thing. He instantly thought about the nightmares he would get. (If you could even call those nightmares.)
A woman and a baby.
“I don’t sleep.” He replied, almost seemingly pretending to not pay any mind. You laughed. “I know you don’t right now but you do go dormant.”
Aatrox stayed silent.
You brought your hand up to his horn and stroked it softly. Smiling at him, patiently, you repeat yourself again. “Do you dream?”
“…Yes. I dream.” He confessed. He didn’t harbor any resentment for you in his voice, but it still rumbled and shook you to your core. “And what do you dream about?”
Aatrox explained to you that he doesn’t normally dream. He didn’t believe it was possible in his current state, but he did it. The Darkin nonchalantly recited what he remembered from his slumber.
The woods. The cottage. The baby.
Blood. Screaming. Fear.
As Aatrox went on, keywords began to stand out to you. Your once cheerful face contorted. Your eyebrows knitted together and your perma-smile erased itself from existence. Now replaced with a cold line.
You didn’t realize that you began talking over him when you finally spoke. “Why would you dream of this? How could you see such things?”
Aatrox noticed that your tone of voice changed. You didn’t sound like the version of yourself you always presented to him. You sounded…sad.
“What is it?” The Darkin barked at you impatiently. Your mouth remained shut. You refused to elaborate. It was too much pain to say and obvious if he just thought a little harder about it. You removed your hand from his horn, earning a grunt from him.
“There was a time long ago when I attempted to have a family.” You explained, your tone low and you talked slowly. You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself for him. “But Death can not create life. My domestic life didn’t last.”
Ah. Things finally made sense to him.
Aatrox was intelligent enough. He could understand the implications regardless of his situation. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why. Why could he see this? He knew he should have held his tongue but he couldn’t stop himself from finally asking something.
“Why was your child slaughtered?” His tone of voice sounded insensitive. If he were a man he would easily be slapped across his face by such disrespect. You were the only person in the world who could never be offended by Aatrox.
“I’d have to start from the beginning.” You choked out. “I didn’t have a mother or father. I was just…born like this. I was idle for thousands of years after I was created. I couldn’t move, see or think.” Your experiences almost sounded similar to Aatrox’s imprisonment. “Then this world was created. I could suddenly feel everything. The noise of creation was louder than anything I’ve ever heard.” You sighed, before looking up at the sky. It was a full grey as clouds formed, it would begin to storm soon. “And I fell in love with it.”
“You fell in love with such a worthless floating rock?”
His words didn’t wound you but they did displace your mood. You narrowed your eyes at him, pitying him for having such a mortal view of the world. Perhaps, this was his way of taking his anger out at you for disappearing. Either way, it was not justified.
“I did. Mortals find it hard to comprehend but I will be patient with you. I had a husband, who I loved very much.” You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that time so long ago. Aatrox’s eyes narrowed at the thought of you being married to someone else. He didn’t like the sound of that.
“I…I can’t remember what he looked like.” You smiled sadly. “It was many lifetimes ago. I told myself that I wouldn’t love anyone else.”
You hadn’t heard any feedback from Aatrox. He was truly a good listener but this time you felt like he wasn’t listening to you.
“What? Are you jealous?” You teased him, leaning over to try to get a look at his face. “Why are you speaking?” He growled at you in a low tone. You rolled your eyes. “Do you even know what I said?” You reached down and tried your best to show affection. He would always melt at affection. But he was too big. You sat on his shoulder like a nest as he carried you.
From that moment forward, you spent a great deal with Aatrox again. You hadn’t mentioned anything else about your attempt to live as a human. The mortal side of him couldn’t help but wonder more. Were you happy at all? What if your child lived? He even tried to imagine what your life was like. If he were still a man, would you have been interested in him? Would you be impressed by his Ascendant form, a time before he was a Darkin?
“Aatrox.”
He tried to imagine your voice as you would greet him after a long time of being away. The desperate thought of you waiting for him to return home like a wife would for her husband. Aatrox couldn’t imagine you without anyone else but him. His imagination filled in the blanks, replacing any instance of another partner with himself. If he could, he would give you another child.
These feelings only strengthened when the effect of his killings wore off. He was small enough for you to be more affectionate, as you would put it. When you teased him, you would cup his cheeks. When he would snap at you and look away, you would remain happy with him. Still smiling and redirecting his gaze back at you. You would tell him stories of the warriors you’ve met. You would make your jokes about how their strength was nothing compared to his. Your beauty was ageless. Your personality was nothing that he had expected from a Goddess of an act as grim as death.
You had been admiring the wings of your Darkin suitor when something changed inside of him.
“I’ve never met a creature born on this planet with wings so beautiful.” They were outstretched and it was like you could see the stars. “It’s almost like-“
You reached out to touch them once again when the bigger creature had grabbed your wrist. It was firm but nothing like the violence you endured when you first crossed paths.
“What is your name?” He questioned. It wasn’t polite but he didn’t growl or bare his sharp teeth at you. You liked when he spoke like this. You could really enjoy his accent. “My name is Death-“
Aatrox yanked you forward by your arm, causing your bodies to meet. He held you close and wouldn’t let you go.
“Your name is not Death. I am Death. You are just a woman. Tell me your name.” He commanded, not at all realizing what he was doing. This wasn’t like him. Not one bit. You placed your hand on your face and shied away. He was so emotionally stunted by his situation. You pitied him sometimes.
“My name is (y/n).”
Aatrox didn’t expect you to actually answer when he asked. He believed you would say something cryptic or flirty.
“What will you do after I die, (y/n)?” He said your name with such venom. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hated you. You placed your free hand on his face. It was stiff and hot like fire. He was angry.
“I will mourn you every year.”
Mourn him? He would never see you again!
“So you will take my soul and put it in your pocket like all the other trash you collect?” You felt him squeeze your wrist more with every word. “Aatrox…” You frowned at his bitterness. There was nothing you could say that would please him. “What do you want me to say?”
Aatrox didn’t reply. He gritted his teeth, unable to hide how monstrous he had become. You tried to pull your wrist away but he continued to hold onto it with you leaning against him for support. He hesitantly raised your wrist to his face, making you place your other hand on his cheek.
You were so used to him pushing you away and hating your gentle touch. “Aatrox?”
The Ascendant-turned-Darkin had been around for nearly 6000 years. He experienced the same careless cycle of inflicting death but never being able to be killed. You made things bearable. Even when trapped in a sword, he didn’t completely hate everything.
“Stop speaking.”
Next part will probably be a smut 🥹❤️ Stay tuned for that.
NSFW headcanons for Aatrox, Sett, Kayn, and Aphelios using a random number generator (found here!)
Aatrox
2. First Time Headcanon
His first time with a human partner would have been enjoyable for him, but not so much for the human. He lacked experience and was way too rough with them
8. Music they have sex to
His partner’s moans. He doesn’t like having sex to music, He’d rather things be silent.
5. Kinky Headcanon
He likes tying his partner up, choking them, biting them, pulling their hair, slapping them, basically anything to cause them pain or put him in a position of power. (Also into blood..)
9. Making love headcanon
He’s usually not the romantic type, but if he really loves his partner (really loves them) he’ll consider making love instead of… the alternative. He’d probably praise them a lot and tell them how he feels about them, and (for once) not degrade or tease them. He’d find himself really enjoying it and probably end up saying something embarrassing.
6. Dangerous headcanon
He wants to do something involving his sword, but doesn’t want to accidentally kill his partner..
Sett
4. Oral Headcanon
He loves oral. Looking up at his partner’s expressions or feeling them tug at his hair drives him crazy
8. Birthday Sex Headcanon
His Birthday- Letting him do something they had never done before (or something really crazy) would be the perfect birthday present (bonus points if his partner comes up with it). He’d like his partner to do most of the work, it’s his birthday after all.
Partner’s Birthday- He’d go all out. Rose petals on the bed, scented candles, imagine a cheesy romance movie. He’d definitely spoil them, offering a massage before, or a warm bath afterwards. They wouldn’t be ending the night until they were too tired to move.
9. Making love headcanon
Although Sett is usually pretty rough, he can be gentle from time to time. To him, making love includes lots of kind words to let his partner know how much he loves them (and to make them incredibly flustered), and he would put their climax before his.
2. First Time Headcanon
His first time was probably pretty basic, not amazing but could have been worse.
15. something they’re shy about asking for
He’s fairly confident in the bedroom, but asking his partner to pull on his hair (or ears) always gets him a little nervous. He’s also into being choked, which he rarely asks for.
Kayn
11. Romantic Sex Headcanon
He’s not the best at being romantic, but he’d try to set the mood by being sweet (Playing with his partners hair, holding their hand, etc.) before
29. Morning sex headcanon
Sleepy sex. Sloppy kisses and warm blankets are a must.
32. sending/receiving nudes headcanon
Sending- Wouldn’t send unless his partner begged for them. Probably just him without a shirt, or shots that are low but not low enough
Receiving- He doesn’t really care for nudes unless he can’t be with his partner for some reason. He prefers to see them in person.
1. Cum headcanon
He doesn’t really like his cum getting everywhere. He’d rather cum inside of his partner or in a condom.
13. how they eat the pussy
He loves teasing, licking and kissing everywhere but where his partner really needs him to. When he does decide to give them what they want, he’s really intense and doesn’t stop until they cum.
Aphelios
12. Fave time of the day to have sex
He likes having sex at night, he thinks it’s more intimate
23. an after sex snack
He would probably just go to bed, but if he really wanted something he’d eat icecream
11. romantic sex headcanon
Aphelios is always romantic, so it wouldn’t be any different. If he wanted to go the extra mile he’d give his partner flowers or get their favorite food before
17. naughty pictures
taking- he never takes these kinds of pictures, it honestly makes him a little insecure because he always thinks they come out odd
receiving- he does love looking at his partner, and from time to time he appreciates these kind of pictures
20. car sex headcanon
He’s really loud, so car sex in any public/semi-public area is like begging to be caught. He’d probably be way too nervous to be intimate in a car anyway, he’d rather do it somewhere private
He is deeply disturbed and so void of feelings that all of that despair he felt, all of this anguish he had to go through is now turned into nothing but rage and bloodthirst
I believe, firmly, that if he could find some peace within himself SOMEWHERE, he would be more humane. Less violent.
We know through his interactions with some champs, he hasn't lost all of his humanity. The now removed voiceline where he mocks a player for flashing mastery, in which he mentions players parents knowingly, implying that he still knows what it feels like to disappoint someone close to him, shows that.
I believe Aatrox is ruthless and fears no battle. He has taken down gods!
Mocks all demi-gods frequently. For him, they are nothing but a fraud.
Pantheon and Kayle, who are both either ascended or on their way there, are also heavily mocked and disrespected. Aatrox was one of them before and seeing their measly power compared to his is just laughable.
He still feels fear. Whenever speaking to Vel'Koz he is afraid of his fate since he saw the void.
There is no respect for Rhaast left and Varus is simply a mockery of his true power. And what's with that ridiculous form the Archer has confined himself to!
Has gone a little mad but who can blame him when he felt like suffocating for thousands of years?
He felt panic before he was picked up, meaning he was conscious all of this time.
Zoe helped trap him so not even the pain of a thousand deaths is equivalent to the torture Aatrox had to go through. If he could he'd do the same to her and worse.
I think Aatrox is a really cool character c: i didn't wanna do anything nsfw yet so... If you liked this, let me know!
I’m lonely because no Aatrox content so I would like to see romance headcannons of Aatrox with his tiny human S/O.
Bonus if you add his awkwardness and poeticness because looking at his lore and voicelines, Aatrox is socially awkward at making company due to the lack of it, his trauma, and him being the world ender and people afraid of him - However, he is very poetic and I would imagine him complimenting S/O verbally.
I really like Aatrox and his voice lines are some of the funniest!
So I don't think this should be shocking to anyone but Aatrox is very good at showing how he feels, despite it being a little... odd
Yeah he would bring his lover the severed head of their enemies but still-
(He's like a cat, he drops the body in front of his partner and gets genuinely offended if they say anything but appreciative words toward it)
Besides the weird "I'll kill all your enemies for you and make a bouquet out of their legs" behavior, there would be other weird behaviors Aatrox would have to be taught to... avoid
He's not dumb, but it has been a while since his interactions with humans had lasted more than 30 seconds and didn't end in (their) blood all over the dirt
I think Aatrox would be a protective lover no matter the race of their s/o, but them being human does make it worse. Humans are just so fragile, he has to keep an eye on them!!! constantly!!!!!
Which could cause him to be a bit overwhelming. He would be close (literally, mostly) all the time, because he also likes physical contact despite never ever admiting it and would use "I'm protecting you!" as an exucse to literally put his s/o on top of him
Aatrox would never admit to be insecure about something, at least not openly, but he'd be so nervous to interact physically with his human partner. He's big, and full of sharp edges and hard places and there is no way its comfortable to hug him or rest your weight against him
If his partner starts physical contact, he won't push them away, but he would definitely freeze for a few seconds and literally not move until he was told he could
Now as anon pointed out and I 100% agree, Aatrox is super poetic, so he would compensate the lack of physical Intimacy with the most beautiful prosaic words any human has ever heard
He'd compare his partner's eyes to the brightest stars that shone in Shurima's skies when he was an Ascendant, tell them the way they walk with such grace is beyong the comprehension of anyone of their kind (thus implying they should only be with him), and whisper in their ear that he has never seen beauty like this, nor in a temple, nor in hell or heaven
And the best thing is, Aatrox would say those things in the most random moments. His partner would ask him if their clothes were looking nice and BAM here's the most beautiful compliment you've ever heard in your life
All the time. Suddenly and randomly. Non-stop.
Oh also, Aatrox wouldn't say it but he would be terrified of the moment he'd lose his partner. Because he knows it's gonna happen, they're human, even if he manages to protect them against everything that can harm them, he can't protect them against time
(I will avoid taking this to an angst turn but I do have some ideas...)
Random but if Aatrox's lover is a warrior of any kind he will not accept them to wield any weapon other than a sword "the noblest of weapons"
Generally I think he would have a hard time holding back snark remarks about humans' weaknesses around his partner, but he would try to learn with them (how to not be an asshole I mean lol)
Aatrox with a S/O who is touch-sensitive and their favorite thing to touch are his horns or claws, feeling the hardened texture. They won’t admit it or say it, but he caught them feeling his fingers sometimes.
Despite not being used to physical touch, Aatrox knew the meanings and importance of it to humans
Also his partner never tried to hide how the heat of his body or the size of this form pleased them (He never really understood how such a creature as him could be pleasant to hug or touch, but he was intelligent enough not to question)
Still, since he was still getting used to physical touch, Aatrox paid attention to every little thing, every little touch, so it wouldn't take long for him to realize his partner loved to caress specific areas on him
At first, he would think it's because they think it's pleasurable for him, and it is! When he get caressed on his horns he melts against his partner, holding back little happy noises because he is too mean and big and scary to show how nice it feels (very nice!)
When the caresses are on his claws, Aatrox stiffens a little, nervous that his partner is touching such dangerous parts of him. Parts that literally shred his enemies to pieces
But soon he'd realize the look on their face when they do it. The concentration or the little sighs they let out
Initially he wouldn't want to ask. Aatrox would sit beside his partner and gently rest his hand against theirs, and watch as they start to run the tips of their fingers on their huge claws, entranced
When he finally understands that it's the texture that they enjoy, he'd feel weirdly giddy about it, that they really enjoy something so usually unsettling about him, yet he'd still pretend he didn't notice
But when hugging or cuddling, he would purposefully make himself shorter so his partner has an easier time accessing his horns (which are his favorite part to be touched)
He really wouldn't mention it, like ever, but Aatrox isn't exactly a subtle kinda guy, so eventually when he grabs his partner's hand and place it in one of the keratin plates on his shoulder, there is no way his partner didn't realize
If his partner tries to explain exactly what it means to be touch-sensitive and why they like to feel certain parts of it, Aatrox wouldn't even pretend to understand
Some things about humans won't ever make sense to him, but it doesn't has to. If his partner likes to touch his horns, his shoulders, his fingertips or any part of his body, they can
And once the cat is out of the bag, he will try to encourage his partner to ask to touch him without being too direct (it makes him feel sooo confident), just asking them if they feel like feeling him up (no pun intended, really) until they say it themselves
notes: a drabble i made since i have writer's block with everything else I'm writing. if you want long-form content with Aatrox and this version of the reader, shoot me a request.
Aatrox can not accept death.
Aatrox had met you after he killed an entire village, leaving nothing but blood and carnage. It was nothing special. One village in a million. It’s that the pure agony of pain and loss he inflicted is what summoned you. A pretty demoness. Black swirling horns, gorgeous smooth skin, and sharp pink nails. It seemed almost like you had been waiting for him when he found you perched on a rock in the middle of a nearby spring. Black butterflies attracted themselves to you, coming out of what seemed like nowhere.
You piqued the Darkin’s interest with your mysterious nature, but not in the way that you would think. He wasn’t enticed by your beauty at all and only saw you as another flesh bag to kill.
Aatrox was extremely big when he approached you, big in size from all the people he had just killed. He towered over you like a giant yet you showed no fear.
Good.
“Aatrox.”
The Darkin froze upon your voice invading his ears while in the middle of lowering his blade on top of your head. You examined him, getting the reaction you had been hoping for.
You blinked slowly, battering your eyelashes as you let a black butterfly land on your finger. It gave you kisses before flying away but making sure to stay clear of the Darkin it found so disgusting.
“Even you can not escape death.” You smiled softly at him. This earned a growl from him. He narrowed his glowing eyes at you. “I can not die.”
And with that, Aatrox inflicted on you what he had done to everyone else. Pain and agony. He killed you.
But he killed you over and over and over.
You only kept regenerating as if nothing happened. Your blood spilled, coating the rock and filling the spring. The clear water turned a sickly rose red. All before your skin and bone would repair themselves. The butterflies had flown away and were long gone away from the violence. Aatrox couldn’t understand why someone so small and fragile looking wouldn’t die but he didn’t stop. He kept killing you again and again until he was exhausted.
“–Death.”
Again.
“–comes.
Again.
“–for.”
Again.
“–all.”
Suddenly, it hit him. He realized why you wouldn’t die to his blade over anyone else’s. You were the incarnation of extermination of all life. The acts he committed in physical form. You were Lady Death and you had your sights set on him. It was too much for him to accept. When he realized he couldn’t kill you, he left you. No matter how many times he tore you into bloody pieces.
And you followed him.
You followed Aatrox everywhere he went. You were aware of his current immortality but seasons change and the world will end at some point. It would no longer sustain Aatrox. He had no choice but to leave you be but your mere presence, your existence angered him greatly! He wanted nothing more than to kill you in any and every way. And in Every way.
It wasn’t too bad. Aatrox was just exaggerating because of his violent nature. Despite being Death Incarnate, there was a very gentle nature to you. Death was patient; if it weren’t Aatrox’s time to die, you would just wait for him. He stopped resisting but he still didn’t accept you.
He would carry on, killing anyone who crossed his path and prove to you that you were wasting your time. It’s just that nothing deterred you from leaving Aatrox alone. He couldn’t truly die, right?
“Why are you here?” Aatrox would finally ask after wandering around for…who knows how long? The situation began to weigh him down at first.
You gave him a soft look. Blinking at him slowly before planting yourself upon his shoulder. He would carry you sometimes. Sometimes, it was the only way you could feel close to him.
“Death has been around since the universe was created. You are unable to accept me because, despite your immortal body, you were once a mortal. You can not comprehend death. Death isn’t the end of life. It is the end of sentience and of anything that exists in my universe.”
Aatrox has heard this many times from you. So much that he almost has it memorized. He would always respond with violence but your undying body made it impossible to put an end to it. Aatrox brought Death everywhere he went and now it was out to get him.
Because of his actions, you would always send off the people he killed. They would pass on and you would feed on their energy. For a while, Aatrox stopped killing of his own volition to really see how you did things. He became burned out, shrinking down from his monstrous high to a measly 7 feet. He was still much taller than you.
You seemed to show an attraction towards men who would be dying soon in War. It was hard to understand but it made him feel upset whenever you did this. He would never communicate his jealousy but Aatrox was a very jealous Darkin. He had mentally claimed you as his own because of your obsession with him.
An obsession that became almost mutual. You thought that Aatrox would be a nice addition to your collection of souls. That is why you had been watching him so closely, waiting for the right moment. Even if it meant waiting until the end of time…but he had grown fond of you…as if it were…love.
He would prematurely kill any man that spoke to you or who would speak to you. He already made things hard since he was unable to blend in with humans.
It was like a sad love story. No matter how lost Aatrox’s mind was in the determination to conquer, he still had the consciousness. The ability to develop a connection with someone.
At no point did he say that he loved you. You never uttered those words either. Regardless, you still felt like lovers even if it weren’t intended.
The goal of Aatrox was to end the world, or himself. You were a beautiful reminder of that.
Viktor- Id totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I’d be embarrassed to ask someone else to do.
Sett- It’s basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.
Kayn- I’d totally fuck my clone because I want to know if I’m good in bed.
Aphelios- I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.
Jhin- I’m not gay, but I would totally fuck my clone.
Aatrox- I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.
Jayce- Not only would I have sex with my clone, I’d probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that’s how pro clone-fucking I am.
Akali- I’d fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck ME than ME?
Shen- To be honest, fucking my clone has alway been my fantasy.
