they really did her dirty

like i understand starguardians are supposed to be anime and cute and whatever the fuck but league already doesnt have women that leave the mold or leaves the mold without having necessarily conventionally attractive traits (like two of the older women having close to no wrinkles and curvy bodies) and idk man, i know its not that important but it feels weird removing all the seams and gaps from orianna even if she’s not a real human (without mentioning now she just looks like riven with a dress LMAO)

You know I love fluff but it's time. Time for a bit, a teeeeeeny tiny bit of angst. Dettlaff just has to get one angsty request or else it wouldn't make any sense. SO. I think it should play during the DLC somehow? Maybe. Aaanyway. How about the s/o gets... kidnapped? And Dettlaff and let's say... Triss? are super worried and idk? First how do they react upon finding out about the kidnapping and second finding their s/o. :D Which shape their s/o is in is up to you! I hope this is okay!

First time angst! :DThank you for requesting and doing a mervellous job on editing!

Dettlaff: The party at Orianna’s estatewas well visited. Elegant dresses, exquisite masks, expensive wine, enchantingattractions, visionary painters and poetic bards gifted this most splendidsoiree. You wore a red mask accomplished by golden embellishment, a gift fromDettlaff, together with a lovely invitation. You arrived too early so you satdown by the snacks. From the rich variety of delicacies, you chose a chocolatesoufflé. The warm core of oozing chocolate tasted like the best thing you’veever eaten. While you took the next bite happily, you felt a hand on yourshoulder. In expectation of Dettlaff, you looked over your shoulder, a smilealready forming on your face, only to realize it was a complete stranger. Helooked like every other guest, dressed in silken clothes and an extravagantmask.“Is something to your concern? I’m just a guest here, if you have questionsthen it would probably be better to ask a servant”, you said.“I was looking for someone”, he replied.“I’m sorry, but then you better turn to one of the servants or Lady Orianna. Idon’t think I can help you in that case”, you said slightly annoyed. Youweren’t in the mood for conversation with strangers today.“Actually, I think you can help me very well with my concern”.“Excuse me?”. What was the problem with this guy? Why was he so persistent? Youhoped Dettlaff would be there soon.“I’m looking for someone you seem to know very well”.“And who is that someone, if I may ask?”, you started growing suspicious. Therewas something strange happening.“Are you familiar with a man dressed in a black coat wearing a golden brooch ofan insect?”.It was Dettlaff he was talking about, but what did this person want from him?Dettlaff’s impulsive side might have made him some enemies, however, most of themwere too scared of him to take action, so it mostly stayed by a mere harmlessannoyance.“You must confuse with another person. If you may excuse me, I need to go”,just as you stood up he said something in your direction, something that heshouldn’t be in knowledge of.“His being may deceive most laities, however not everyone. His true appearanceshould better stay hidden, don’t you think? It would be a shame if thisgruesome truth would spread in Toussaint”.“How do you know about this?”, fear started to grow inside of you. The knightswould hunt him and humans would avoid him, seeing nothing more than a beast.“That’s nothing of your interest but if you want him to stay unharmed youshould come with me”.You were hesitating. This was an obvious trap.“What is it you demand from him? Is it money? We don’t have much of it”.“I’ll repeat myself, it’s none of your concern. And now come with me. A soireeis a wonderful occasion to spread the word”.There was no other choice than to follow the stranger. Reluctantly you camewith him to one of the alcoves to wait for Dettlaff.

As Dettlaff showed up to the colourful soiree, the event was already at peak.The melodic music, the scent of various perfumes and flowers and the magicianshowing luminous illusions were admired by many guests. Dettlaff, however, didn’t look out for the different whimsical attractions, butfor his rendezvous this evening.  Knowing you he first went to the tableswith various appetizers, but to his surprise, you weren’t there.‘They wouldn’t be late, they are mostly way too early’, he thought, ‘and Iwould have met them on my way here would they have left the soiree’.He looked around, but couldn’t spot you in the crowd. The mask would have stoodout from the others. Suddenly a servant approached him.“Are you Dettlaff van der Eretein?”, the servant asked.“What if I were?”.“Lady Orianna wants to speak with you. I will bring you to her”.Dettlaff looked up to the large balcony of the estate. Orianna was staring athim with her aloof eyes. There was something wrong, he felt that and had tothink of you. All this seemed odd.“Welcome to my humble establishment. Of all the visitors I expected at such anevent are you the least. Do you enjoy it so far?”, she greeted him in her coldvoice and gave the servant a sign to leave the of two them alone.Dettlaff was never entirely sure what to think of her. He only visited hertwice with Regis but she always had that ominous presence veiling her. Asidefrom her questionable taste in blood.“I don’t have much time for small talk. Why did you call me?”, he saidimpatiently. He wanted to keep looking for you and not waste time with asenseless chatter.“You shouldn’t be too uncouth, especially on such an occasion”, she chuckled,“I know something of your interest”.Now she had his attention.“Your lovely companion seems to be in trouble”.“Did something happen to them?”.“Who knows? It’s one of these spotters of monsters, who are just too motivated.I would have taken care of him myself, but I attract too much attention and itwould be much more romantic when you save your damsel in distress”, she saidwith dramatic gestures.Dettlaff ignored her little play and said through gritted teeth: “I will killthis scoundrel”.“Do what you must, just don’t ruin the evening and the alcove. It’s the secondone on the right side”.

You were waiting now for what felt like hours. The curtain opened.“Finally!”, the stranger said.Dettlaff’s nails grew into sharp talons. He pressed the stranger against thewall with his talons on the man’s throat.“If you hurt them, I will hang you and let you bleed out slowly”, Dettlaffthreatened.“Well, if you kill me everyone will know what a beast you are. I told others tospread the truth should I die this evening”. While his voice still soundeddetermined his eyes said the opposite. Insecurity and fear started to show.“For what? For money? No one will say anything. They are probably already inthe next tavern or town wasting the money”.The stranger gulped, looking at the deadly talons and teeth with despair. Theidiocy of his, previously thought to be glorious, idea became more and moreconscious.“Pl-, Please don’t kill me”.“I’ve heard enough”, Dettlaff replied and swiftly cut the throat. Blood wascoming out of the wound. He turned to you.“Are you alright, my dear? I’m sorry I kept you waiting”.“I’m alright. That guy really seemed ambitioned to receive the glory of aknight, most of which are dead needless to say”.Your words of assurance calmed Dettlaff, “I was worried about you. Most of themare pathetic, some, however, are like merciless monsters”.“Then I’m glad to know, that you will be there to save me”, you smiled, “Let’snot waste the rest of this evening. I still want to dance with you to the musicand enlighten a lamp. They bring luck some say.”

Triss: Today they would do it. Every sorcererwould get imprisoned, killed or worse. You didn’t want any of this. You may notbe a sorcerer, but Triss’ lover - a main target of the fiendish hunt and leaderof the escape. You knew you could be valuable blackmail material and it couldruin the whole plan. She shouldn’t worry that something could happen to you,but you knew her too well as that she would just leave you behind.You were sneaking around the corners of the crooked houses at the Bits. It wasalmost time for your meeting with Triss. The escape plan would soon be broughtto realization.Just as you wanted to creep around the next corner, someone grabbed you frombehind. The person held a tissue soaked with a strange smelling liquid. Youwiggled around and tried to scream, but it was of no use. Suddenly you lostyour sense of sound and seeing. You had to think of Triss and the plan.Everything turned black around you.

Triss pounded her fingertips on the old table in continuous motion. ‘Where arethey? They should be here by now’, she thought.She knew it was dangerous outside, but she also knew your abilities when itcame to sneaking around and not getting caught. That’s one way to survive inthis city after all. Still, she had a weird, almost bad feeling about this.Radovid had patrols in the whole city, while they build the pyres and preparedthe hellish fire. Triss shook her head to chase away these dreadful thoughts.No, she didn’t want to think of this, she didn’t want to think about what wouldhappen to [your name] if you would get caught.Triss waited minute after minute, but no one came. The plan would start soon,she felt insecure without you. She knew it was foul and kept hope you just gotdistracted or needed to take another way. Time was running out, however. Theytold her not to look for you if something would happen, but how could she leaveher most important person behind? She dressed in a brown cloak in order to stayhidden and sneaked out of the house.‘Maybe they are somewhere nearby?’, she asked herself. But there was no one.‘Then maybe in the mages’ hideout. Yes, there they must be’. Everyone else wasthere, but not you.“Did someone see [your name]? I was looking for them the whole time but theywere nowhere to be seen nor met up with me”, she asked in the crowd, hopingsomeone could clear her worried mind.“I saw them”, a voice said. Triss turned around hoping her fears wouldn’t come true, “Where? Where did yousee them?”.“Triss, I’m sorry, but these bastards caught them. They didn’t go to yourhideout, so we should be safe here for now”.“What are we supposed to do now?”, a frightened voice said.Everyone was looking at Triss. Her head generated a million scenarios but whichone was the right one? She couldn’t leave the ones behind who saw in her abeacon of hope, who trusted her. On the other hand, she would lose her beaconof hope. Her legs trembled and on her forehead appeared wet pearls. Whatshouldshe do?“We can’t risk the operation for one person. We will continue as planned”, sheproclaimed. Her voice seemed steady, yet she felt like it was about to break.The mages cheered on their leader. She knew what must be done.“I’m sorry”, she whispered, “I’m so sorry. I will come back to you, please holdon a little longer”.

You woke up in a dark humid room. You were bound to a chair, the tight rope cutin your wrists. You couldn’t see a thing. Where did they bring you? SuddenlyTriss came up in your mind. She should already be in the hideout, at least youhoped so. The escape needed to succeed. What is one life against the lives ofthousands and a victory against the oppressors?You heard heavy footsteps, someone entered the room. You turned your face awayfrom the garish fire of a torch and caught sight of a table next to you full ofcruel instruments.A filthy hand grabbed your face in a rough manner. The man before you wore acoarsely woven mask. You knew these masks from the past when they held executionson the market. The executioners always felt like hollow shells to you, neverlike more. What would happen to you now laid in their hands. They would neverreject an order. This time you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this.You wanted to scream but no sound came out of your mouth.“Where are these abominations?”, a rough voice said.You didn’t answer.“Where are they?”, he yelled and slapped you. Your cheek burned.After he realised he wouldn’t get his answer this way, he turned to the abhorrentcollections. You heard a metallic clanking.‘Please don’t act careless, Triss’, you thought to yourself.

“We need to hurry!”, Triss cried to the crowd of mages behind her.They were almost at the harbour with their ship waiting to bring them to a safeplace. The escape proceeded with no complications, but it was still not over.‘They will finally be safe’, Triss thought. She wouldn’t go with them.“There we are. Quickly, go on the ship. There is not much time”, she said.The sails were already set, ready to glide in the water away from the danger.Everyone was on the ship, Triss, however, stayed on the harbour.“What about you?”, someone asked.“I still have something to do here ”, Triss turned around and stretched herhand out in front of her, trying to concentrate her sorcery on finding you. Shefelt a tingling in her hand. She spat out a swear, she knew where you were.Her shape was veiled by prancing lights, letting the silhouette soon fade awayand materialising behind a crude looking figure. The figure turned aroundsurprised by Triss’ emerging from sparks of light. She spotted your unconsciousbody marked with red fresh wounds. A raging fire appeared in Triss’s eyes. Fearappeared in the executioner, his body was shaking.“So we are the monsters and you are the saints”, Triss spoke slowly, “you shallburn”.She cast a storm of fire. The executioner screamed in agony while the hotflames consume his flesh. The humid room turned to a purgatory.The smoke and heat woke you up from your unconsciousness. The flames didn’tscare you, they were familiar to you. The ropes loosened from your burningwrists.“[Your name], are you okay? We will be out of here soon!”, Triss tightlyembraced your body. A feeling of safety awoke in you.“But what about the plan?”, you said in a weak voice.“The plan was a success. Everyone is safe now”.“But you are…”.“We can discuss this later. We need to get away from here first”.Gleaming light wreathed around you, transporting you to the suburban. Triss’firm embrace kept you from falling to the ground. A heavy pain filled yourwhole body, trying to press you down.“I didn’t leave because I couldn’t bear to lose you. If only you could havebeen there sooner, if only…”, you felt a tear dropping on your shoulder.“It’s all right, it’s over now”.You stood there in unison under the shining moon and the glistening stars.

Memory Lane

There was something strange and witchy about the day. The children were awake early without hassle and Orianna was allowing Kaevia to brush her hair and style it into a pair of braids which was very unbecoming of the tot as she had never liked anyone putting baubles in her hair before. It was a rare moment that Kaevia could enjoy and not rush while the two sat in her study, Oriana along her lap as Kaevia brushed her fine chocolate locks and the tot seemed content with rummaging through a book -- upside down.

Rarely were there simple moments like this.

“My Lady...my Lady…” huffed out Silvia from the hall and the woman swiftly drew into the room gathering up all the combs and hairpins, “The Lady Starstrike arrives. Quickly now.”

With a knitted brow, Kaevia ceased to continue her work as Silvia plucked the child from Kaevia’s lap, “Here?”

“Yes.”

Standing, Kaevia looked around the study, “Why? She had not announced herself by letter, I haven’t spoken to that woman in two years.”

“Who knows but you best prepare yourself, Illdarien is walking her to the front door as we speak, I seen her and the carriage just outside moments ago.” hiking up her skirts, Silvia placed Oriana to her hip as the tot fussed with her hair the Priestess had managed to prepare, “What would you have me do?”

“Bring the twins to the far wing of the manor, avoid her at all costs. I’m sure that is why she is here.” pursing her lips she whirled around the chair by the fire and placed the brush she had been using into a drawer within her desk, “..or...she is here to gloat about something.”

The foyer was a buzz with voices and quietly Kaevia shooed Silvia off in which the housekeeper did as she was bid, slipping from the study with tot in tow, Leaving Kaevia to gather herself at the front edge of her desk. The footsteps down the hall knotted the Priestess’s stomach and already she felt her sneer begin to paint along her features. The hem of lavish robes strode through the doorway and in all her glory...Tabrine. She was as snooty and distasteful as ever, her face wore as much and the strong scent of her perfume filled the room the moment she entered, glancing around and silently appraising. Already Kaevia knew what she was doing -- judging. It was much of what the woman did.

“Tabrine. It has been quite a while, to what do I owe this visit?” Kaevia addressed her with a hint of curt favor but welcoming nonetheless. Her mother had taught her too well at times.

“I haven’t heard from you. No letters or cards…” the woman mused as she stalked the floor, the lingering waft of her perfume growing stronger as she drew closer to Kaevia, hand cradled in hand, “I was beginning to worry you might have forgotten we are family.”

“With all respect, there is nothing to forget. With the divorce there is no longer ties.”

“Oh but there is you see, bloodties. My grandbabies, I haven’t seen them since your little court took place. They are my family too.”

“By blood, yes but you have done very little for them in way of caring for them. History tells us that you weren’t very nurturing with your own sons.”

There was a small click of her tongue and Tabrine looked over Kaevia with a ‘tsk’, “Tough love. They turned out quite fine.”

Growing irritated, Kaevia crossed her arms over her chest, “What do you want Tabrine? You don’t travel just anywhere unless you have reason and I’m already on a tight schedule with having to be somewhere this morning.”

“Of course you do.” and there it was, that mocking tone, “I heard about your little gallivanting around and your ragtag group of scumbags in the Ruins.”

“Mercenaries.” Kaevia corrected her.

“Whatever.” Tabrine waved her hand dismissively, inspecting the fireplace, “it makes me wonder if a mother of two- “

“Three.”

“Yes of course, three.” with a sigh, Tabrine ran her finger over the wooden mantle of the fireplace, searching for any sort of unkempt appearances. Looking closer at her digit, Kaevia could have swore she sensed a bit of disappointment along the elder woman's face, “It makes me wonder if you are considered a fit mother by court standards since you engage in...questionable activities.”

Kaevia smirked at the woman’s lack of findings, “Questionable activities? It isn’t a crime to be a mercenary. If they aren’t of noble or Magistry affairs they are frowned upon, especially for you.” leaning along the side of her desk, Kaevia shook her head at the woman in disbelief, “Glad to see your narrow mind remained intact even after your little mishap. What a shame…” tightening the tuck of her arms, Kaevia lifted her chin, “I’ll ask again, what do you want Starstrike?”

“Oh nothing actually and quite the opposite.” with a twisted smirk the woman stalked across the floor in two long strides towards Kaevia and handed her an envelope, “I came to deliver an invitation.”

“To what?” Kaevia quirked her upper lip and moved to take the envelope, opening the frilly wax seal and ribbons.

“Tassarion’s wedding of course.” With a pompous air about her, the woman turned, skirts following and her wrist twisted in gentle circular motions, “For the twins of course and well… you if you wish. Imagine, seeing your ex-husband marry off to another. Rebuilding his happiness.” there was an odd tilt to the woman’s head when she gazed over her shoulder to Kaevia and offered a smirk, “There are no plus one’s so you will have to leave your toys at home.”

At that very remark Kaevia’s arms lowered in defeat, shocked at how this woman was so openly vapid and insatiable, “How dare you.” She finally managed to speak, those very words having been bubbling the entire time Tabrine step foot into the study. They burned as they passed her throat and rolled so venomously off her tongue, “I would rather die before I attend anything for his happiness.” And with that she shot the invitation downward into the waste bin at the side of her desk and walked towards Tabrine, “He has no rights to those children. He hasn’t cared for them the moment we stepped into Dalaran nor did he care when he chose work over them or his Magistry whore who seems keen on displaying herself in inopportune moments. You stand here and mock my life and all those affiliated with me, you’ve done so since day one.”

“ Not quite day o--”

“I’m not finished.” Kaevia’s finger flicked high towards the woman, “The twins will not be going to the ceremony nor will there be visits. He can look for a fucking fruit basket via courier but that will be about the only congratulations he will get from us, if only on the account he gifted me two beautiful children. You on the other hand -- please by all means, indulge in the gift, with any luck you might choke on something and do us all a favor.”

Once more the tsk came and Tabrine tilted her head, gaze settling down to the woman, “You really are a soured, puckered bag now, aren’t you? I can now see why my son was miserable. Thankfully my husband isn’t alive to see his failures. I’m not quite sure what he did see in you though. No matter, life is what it is and you have painted a vivid enough picture for me here this morning, child.” there was a reach in Tabrine’s hand as she took up Kaevia’s chin, “Wasted beauty and very little talent. Hmm, perhaps mercenaries are better suited as your caliber afterall.”

The moment those icy fingers touched Kaevia’s flesh she slapped the hand away, “Get out.”

“So aggressive. Careful, we’d hate to have the courts catch wind of this.”

“Illdarien!” his name sniped from Kaevia’s mouth and just as she was about to open her mouth a second time to recant his name and louder this time, the man whirled around the threshold.

“Ma’am?”

“Lady Starstrike is lost, could you please see her out? See that she doesn’t wander and that she makes it safely…” the Priestess looked over Tabrine, “...back to her carriage.”

The two locked eyes in silence for a long time and Tabrine wore nothing but a wide grin as Illdairen seized her arm gently to usher the woman from the room, “Come along my Lady.”

Tension remained even long after Tabrine had been gone and there, in the middle of the floor, Kaevia stood with her hands clenched, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms with anger. She had never liked Tabrine and from the moment she met the woman there was always that clash of personalities, attitudes and expectations. Lady Starstrike was but yet another reminder as to what measurement Kaevia had never been able to live up to. Worthless in a sense and even long after her marriage with the Starstrike son ended, she was still under a microscope.

A shuttered breath barely left her when the shuffling of her desk chair came and out came Rhistel from under the small leg nook with one of the cats crudely carried within her grasp by the armpits. Of course it would have been Cole, the more lovable and patient one of the three cats the manor held.

“Rhistel…” Kaevia breathed out damned near wordlessly. Had she been there the whole time?, “What did I tell you about sneaking around in my study?”

“Who was that lady, Minn’da?”

“Nobody. How long were you there?”

“The entire time.” she admitted and hugged the cat close to her. The poor thing looked a little disgruntled, “Why was she angry with you and why can’t we go to the wedding?”

“Because she is an angry person little sparrow. I’m sorry you heard that….please try to pay it no mind. Adults argue sometimes.” Kaevia released her hands, as shaking as they were with adrenaline still fresh, thye tried to guide Rhistel to the door. She needed a moment, just a moment. Any amount of time alone would have done wonders, “We will not be going to the wedding because it is not our place to be there.”

Of course, the child paused in the hallway and frowned up to her mother, “It use to be our place.” she finally admitted and for the first time in the run of a year or more, Rhistel was finally letting her thoughts and emotions out.

“Rhistel…” Kaevia began and the child placed a comforting kiss to Cole’s head before she turned and walked off. The very look on the child’s face caused the Priestess to die a little more inside; as if she hadn’t already been verbally beaten enough in the moment.

A beautiful start to anyone’s day.

“Ma’am,” Tate greeted, “We have something you should see.” 

Despite the fact she didn’t like how much of an order that was Orianna followed down to the holding cells. Everything white. Clean. Sterile. Apart from the huddled body inside. 

“We found him just outside the barrier. Bleeding out. It appears the barrier sliced through his arm. We found him just in time.”

“And?” Orianna asked, wondering why Tate would think she cared about a one armed man. Whether he was enemy or not. 

The answer came in the form of a blade offered to her by the hilt. “Cut him, Ma’am. I think it’ll be something you will like.” 

Tate knew that if whatever he was offering wasn’t worth her time he would be the one punished. Which meant Oriana had to partially trust him on this. Tate moving forward to haul the unconscious male up. The arm had been cleaned up, bandaged. He was nude and covered in scars. Criss crossing, ugly thick ones in places where he h ad been cut in one spot over and over. A weary glance was thrown toward Tate as she finally lifted the blade, brinding down in a neat line across his chest. Instantly he was awake and screaming. An ugly thing, twisting in Tate’s hold until he started to speak instead.

“They rise from the depths. Come to rule once more. The world trembles. The seals open.” the male chanted, voice a whisper, intermixed with thick moans. Pleasure? his hips were thrusting, moving, his pleasure in the moment evident with his hardness. From pain to pleasure? Because he started to speak? “We kneel or we die.” 

The silence seemed so loud. The male sagging in Tate’s arms but waking. His features slack with  euphoria. It reminded her of someone drugged. Too weak to fight as she moved closer, one hand gripping his jaw to keep his attention on her.

“What are you?”

“Please. Please... I... kill me.” 

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Oriana purred, fingers curling around him. Stroking, watching as he bucked and squirmed. Whimpers quiet delicious as he tried to pull away but also chase his pleasure. Obviously torn. And it easily stroked her own desires. Pleasure which such an interesting way to control someone. Hand stilled, fingers lightly drawing along his length. How she would tease Ward sometimes. Have him hanging on the edge. “What are you?” 

“No.”

The slap drew a strangled scream from the male, his hips jerking, a sob shaking his lean body. “I can be kind. Let me be kind. I don’t want to play this game with you. What’s your name?”

“Oliver. Hendrix. Please...” Making him come was easy enough, Tate holding up as he came into her hand. Sagging between them. Interesting. She needed to speak to Mikaela. She had mentioned something about seals also. That couldn’t be a coincidence. 

“Ma’am, he... isn’t a wolf. But he is. I don’t know how to describe it. He smells odd.” 

“Take him down to the lab. Tell them to do nothing lasting. I will see to him shortly.” Now she wanted to go and see Mikaela. And then Ward.