After a while, True Damage comes out, but not Akali... sad for Kayn, I guess she's coming out with her girls. Oh, here comes Sera.
*LOUD CHEERING ENSUES!*
Sera: BEEEEEEN!!!!
Ben: SEEEERA!!!
Sona: <She. very. happy. sorry.> Y-Y... N-N...
Y/N: It's okay, you can't win them all, and it's probably for the better, she reminds me too much of...
Sona: <She. who. will. not. be. named. . . the. dog.>
Y/N: Yes...
Sera: Sorry, did she just call me a bitch?
Y/N: What? NO!!! No, no, she was calling my ex a bitch.
Sera: Really, why's that?
Y/N: Because, Seraphine, when you cheat on your boyfriend without discussing your doubts with him, fucking your new man on HIS OWN BED... you deserve the bitch title, it's just fair.
Sera: Oh, that's fair enough, actually, like... I totally agree. Nobody should ever do that to their boyfriend, ever. I would never do that to my Benny.
Ben: I would also never... I love you.
Sera: I love you more... mmmph...
They kiss in front of me, but thanks to the booze coursing through my veins, I don't need to puke. Sera looks down at Sona when she's done kissing, then looks at me, gasping at both of us.
Sera: WAIT!!! I KNOW BOTH OF YOU!!! You're my librarian Ben clone! You're SONA!!! You were the mute girl I played with... oh, you were so good, are you still playing for Pentakill?
Sona nods, clapping her hands in happiness. Sera then holds up her hand, and Sona places her palm on it, so she can talk to her.
Sera: What?! That's crazy... You two do?... Oh, we need to... NO!!! HAHA!!! Hey, please, please, please... let me know when you want to jam, we can definitely raid a stage and play some jams together!
Sera takes out her phone and they trade numbers, while Ben and I just shake heads at each other and then watch them giggle and gossip on their phones.
Sera: Well, shall we take this to the limo?
Ben: You bet...
Sera: Wanna say bye to Kayn?
Ben: No, I'm alright, it's your night now, superstar.
Ben grabs her by the hips and motions her along, making her giggle in happiness as they leave the scene. Sona shakes her head, staring at them as they leave, filled with pure jealousy.
Y/N: Hey, think girl, you got it pretty lucky, especially when Yasuo likes you. Lot better than me who has no luck.
Sona: <You. have. luck. you. are. very. cute. . . I. said. it.>
Y/N: Yeah?
Sona grabs my hand.
Sona: You don't have to be a self-absorbed turd or a model to pick up chicks. You see the looksmaxxers and think that's what women want? No, ironically, they don't want any of that. They want a man who they can trust, someone who will give them happiness and affection they so desperately crave. It's about time you were hit with a reality chick, women want men the same way you want women.
She lets go of my hand and pats my shoulder.
Sona: <You. will. find. that. someone.>
She stops doing her hand signs when the goddesses finally show us their true form. The girls, freshly hydrated and tired, all come walking through the corridor together, and people are cheering as they make it inside the backstage area. I can almost imagine the doves flying past and the angels singing, eh, they'll never notice me.
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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...
