May I ask for fiddlesticks and his weird relationship with a female mage s/o? She lives in a forrest of Demacia always fearing about getting caught but not with creepy stick boi.
Fiddle tried to scare and kill you at first but you are the one that scared the poor thing with your magic, he quickly retreated behind a tree as his crows scream’ the witch is dangerous!’ and among other things, you offer peace, you have no intention on putting some real battle with that thing, he surely can kill you if he really tries.
You fear the guards will come to you someday, so Fiddle turned in your guardian, he’d kill anyone that goes way so close without your permission, and just like a freaking cat he’ll drag the bodies to your door and expect you to compliments him. “... Good boy, Fiddle.” You mumbled as you rub your temples, the creature cracks an odd laugh and drag itself away.
You always have his crows around, they sometimes help you find and collect things, sometimes you’ll notice fiddle watching from afar, you grow very used with him over the years and you guess he also grows to ‘like’ you. Not that... be liked by an ancient evil was your first life goal.
Fiddle will just come inside your house when it’s really cold, he’ll just drop his body in front of you in the fireplace and rest his head at your lap, you sigh gently as you pet him, taking care to don’t cut yourself with the way so many sharped metal pieces around him.
Very protective boy, he’ll be easily jealous too, he’ll scare the shit out of peoples even if you allow them in, he wants you all to himself and he acts spoiled, he doesn’t like to be scolded but he’ll get on your good graces again once you see the guard corpses, yeah! Fiddle's mindset of getting along with you is always a surprise.











