A Series of Miss Fortunate Events

Up and Coming

*A/N: Hey y'all, so this is a story based on probably my favorite League of Legends ship, Samira x Miss Fortune. "Star Dancing" is still continuing, while this is going to be romance, I am looking for a more action genre with some hints of gayness throughout. Just to branch out of my comfort zone. Thank you for everyone who is reading either story. Also, this is a fanfiction so this will not be completely accurate to Runeterra/LoL lore. There will be references, but not everything will be completely accurate*

The sunrises, waking up the young woman sprawled on the bed. Her long, onyx hair spread amongst the sheets and her face. Slowly rising and rubbing her eyes open, giving a quiet sigh as she attempts to regain consciousness. The energy is finally mustered to put on some presentable clothes and head downstairs.

"Oh well, well, well isn't it the loudmouth herself?" Akshan says with a snicker.

"Fuck off, Shan" she says while flipping off the older man, he looked about in his early 20s.

"At least I can keep quiet" he quips back.

"You're one to talk, remember 2.." she says with a petty grin.

"OKAY, okay fine" Akshan says urgently, attempting to deescalate.

"Kids, hush it's early in the morning" the voice from the kitchen scolds.

"Fine" the young woman groans while gathering herself some food to start off this fine day.

"Oh, Samira honey, you have a meeting with the council with your father. Same with you Akshan, eat and get ready." Their mother reminds from the other room.

The kids both finish eating and reluctantly go to their separate rooms. The one thing the Kamari siblings had in common, was that they both hated where their destinies currently foretold, action is where we they truly thought they belonged. Even bringing up the military while discussing plans of the siblings' future, but the parents had other plans.

After a quick and quiet family breakfast, Samira breaks off from the group to get ready. Sifting through her large wardrobe, eventually finding some attire that she knew her mother would approve of; refusing to fight that battle for the umpteenth time. Her favorite part of fashion, affixing her favorite metal hair accessory after doing her trademark wide braid. Finally feeling presentable enough, she heads out to meet up with her brother. He finally comes out of the room wearing a similar outfit but more masculine, outlining his leaner and more athletic frame. She loves her brother, but she can't help but feel embarrassed when she catches the women passing by attempting to catch a glimpse at such an 'attractive' sight.

"God these women are being so weird" Samira says with a groan.

"Yea it's way too early for this" Akshan says as he fixes his stray hairs, slightly lifting up his shirt which raises even more attention. Causing Samira to roll her eyes and attempt to keep the gawking out of her sight.

After the annoyingly long walk to City Hall, the two eventually to the chamber where the meeting is being held.

Walking into a large room with an admittedly glorious glass dome ceiling with a glass mosaic depicting the founder of our home of Ka'rai. Tall white pillars stand parallel with the beige brick walls.

The table is shaped as a crescent, with the current leader of Ka'rai sitting at the peak of the curve.

The two were meant to sit next to each other at the left end of the table, taking their seats as they await the meeting to start.

"So, welcome everyone, glad everyone could make it on such short notice." The eldest member stands up, greeting the participants.

Samira staring off into space during the long and drawn out discussions, a figure catches her attention. It walks into the room adjacent to them, wearing peculiar dark clothing. His speed of walking is almost as if he is trying to go unnoticed.