Horny Dangerpunk (KDA fanfic)

Fast Cars, Pretty Girls

The day of Akali's date with Evelynn arrived, taking at once far too long to come, and at once coming far too quickly. Akali didn't feel ready, doubted she'd ever feel ready—but that was part of the fun about being around Evelynn. The woman put her on her toes.

Evelynn had texted her some images out of the blue the day after their initial meeting, having spoken to Ahri to get her number. The conversation wasn't long, but Evelynn had sent over some test photos from a photoshoot from one of her new fragrance lines. "Diva" it was titled, and showcased Evelynn in a dark glossy half-open night robe while she drank tea, staring through the camera and right at her with her demonic golden eyes.

What is your opinion of these? Evelynn asked.

Akali fumbled her phone upon opening the first image, earning a look from Kai'Sa, who was working on a dance routine in her small flat.

Akali tried to cover for herself. "Just. . . dropped my phone, heh."

What if I'd been working? She sent to Evelynn. But yeah, these are awesome! She immediately scrolled through the eight pictures, saving each one to her phone so she could look at them in greater detail later.

Which one is your favorite?

"How am I supposed to choose just one?" Akali breathed to herself.

Kai'Sa paused her routine again, midstep. "What?"

"Nothing! Just talking to myself."

". . . Okay?"

It took Akali just another minute of thinking to realize Evelynn was messing with her.

You already know these are awesome. You really need my opinion, do you?

Evelynn texted back immediately. Maybe I want your opinion anyway. But you got me~ I just like being mean. I know you like it too.

Can you read my mind over the phone?

I don't need to.

There was a break in the conversation while Akali tried to find a suitable response, but Evelynn beat her to the punch.

Am I wrong?

No and/or shut up.

Evelynn sent over a devil smile emoji, and that was that.

Akali groaned and lay on the floor, a blush growing on her face as she looked at Evelynn's photos again. "Kai'Sa, I think I'm in trouble."

"Wait—don't tell me anything! Ahri is going to want to see your blushing face."

"You suck."

Akali's mood cooled considerably later that evening when her mother called. The initial flash of anger came from being pulled from writing the first lyrics she was actually happy with in months. It exploded when she read her mother's name on the screen. She declined the call, only for her phone to light up again immediately. She declined it again, and a third time after that. When the phone lit up a fourth time, Akali pulled a knife from her desk and prepared to stab it through the screen.

Akali stopped herself, the tip of the blade hovering scant centimeters from the screen. Her mother had left a voicemail rather than attempting to call a fourth time. She debated with herself about listening to it. Opening the phone would pull her out of her mood, the contents of the message would destroy her focus. Looking at her half-written lyrics forlornly, she realized the damage was already done.

She had the voicemail app open in seconds, all she needed to do was press play. Something stopped her. She knew where this was going, years of experience had winnowed down all the expectations she had of her mother to a singular point. Their conversations had long ago become recursive, folding back in on one another and becoming tempered, like the steel of an emotional knife.