No matter how different this story may sound, no matter how it looks, how it comes out, it was a legendary one.
We start our story in the city of Piltover, the city of progress, home of people like the Defender of Tomorrow, all the way to the Starry-Eyed Songstress.
With a big glamorous city comes the pits and cracks, and the ability to see between the lines.
Zaun, specifically, is where we may start our adventure, sorry.
Zoom... ZOOM IN!!! ZOOM IN!!! There we go... okay...
*CAMERA WHOOSH!*
We start with an ordinary guy named Y/N L/N.
He was not faster, nor stronger, but more clever than other men his age.
His upbringing was not rich, nor powerful, and during college, he'd barely have enough to eat.
In fact, his upbringing was quite poor; an abusive household, siblings who overachieve, leaving him in the dust.
All he hopes for is someone he can talk to, someone who shares the same interests as him.
If it wasn't obvious, HE WANTS LOVE!!!
However, Y/N L/N was the luckiest man in the entire world, he just didn't know it yet...
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I finish smoking out back with... ahh... never mind, I'm by myself again. Something about the alleyway, it's just... so peaceful. I get down to nothing but the butt, so I guess it's time to put it out. So, I do so, adjusting my gloves and inhaling the last of the fumes. Let's get back to it...
Here in Zaun, life is simple, for folk like me and most likely, folk like you also. I don't have any special powers, I'm not gifted, nor Vastayan, nor Targonian ascended, so I'm just one of those background characters that gets beaten down and frankly, bullied. I head back inside the building after admiring the overpass above it. Here we are, my humble abode, my work place, my income, my... "dream job" at the ZOD.
ZOD, Zaunite Office of Documentation. Think of it like a library, but not really, I work in data management and stashing data, making sure it's in the right place and keeping it safe. I am an archivist, and my job is very important for the wellbeing of Zaun and the state.
I take a seat at my front desk, typing at my computer and monitoring any changes. Meanwhile, someone comes in, IT'S JAYCE, prime minister of defense, or rather one of his henchmen, another government stooge to boss me around, wonder what he wants-
Y/N: How can I help you today?
Dickfuck: New files for you, egghead, do your magic.
Y/N: Digital or-
*PLOP!*
Y/N: Physical... okay, welp, let me take a look here.
Dickfuck: I'm gonna take off, you can handle this? I'm a busy guy, you know? Something you might not understand.
Y/N: Oh, uhh... sure! You need to fill out a form-
Dickfuck: No I don't, take care of it, you know where I'm from.
He shows his badge, showing he's a member of Piltover's defense division.
YOU ARE READING
My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
