ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Determination

A/n if this story seems a bit inconsistent and random sometimes its because im making it up as i go, just a note

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The days that followed were a blur of inspiration, hard work, and sleepless nights. You threw yourself into your music with a passion that you hadn't felt in years. Senna's message had lit a fire under you, and you were determined to prove that you were more than just a one-hit wonder. You had something to say, and you were going to make sure the world heard it.

You spent hours hunched over your laptop, experimenting with new sounds and genres. You wanted to create something different this time—something that was less instating and more light hearted and cool feeling to listen to. You didn't want to make something too serious but still wanted it to be memorable, but you still wanted to incorporate the rhyming styles you made yourself known for. And you wanted to include that in your next song.

You started with the beat, layering instrumental melodies and experimenting with sampling, until you found something simple that made you nod along, a smile spreading across your face. It was catchy, upbeat, but still not cumbersome or too much. As you built the track, your confidence grew. The music flowed naturally, and before you knew it, you had the foundation for your next song.

Lyrically, You wanted to keep it light but cool. You rapped about the hustle, about a girl who didn't actually exist, just to sound cool. The verses were sharp, the rhymes bouncing off the beat in a way that made you bop your head slightly. You threw in some rhymes about food options in between the raps for comedy and to show your level of skill.

As you finally finished the song and lyrics you realised the potential and how memorable it was, but you couldn't sing the lyrics yet, since during your sampling earlier you found a great track and wanted to make another song right away.

This time, you let loose. The beat was hard, the tempo faster, and the rhymes more intricate. You let your words flow, not really making sense until you look at it as a whole, the rhyming precise and purposeful. The lyrics were a mix of confidence and villainy, reflecting the determination you had. You rapped about your villainous persona that you made your rapping name about, and made it full of the kind of energy that made people sit up and take notice.

When you finished, you leaned back in your chair, a satisfied grin on your face, despite the tiredness you feel. You knew these songs were a bit different from your first track, but they were still you—still true to who you were. And that was what mattered most.

You quickly ran to the same decrepit record store and bought 2 hours of time using your slight revenue from YouTube views. You began singing for both songs and the time flew by in less than the time you bought you had both songs finished and ran out the store, rushing back home.

After a quick listen through to make sure everything sounded just right, you uploaded both tracks, heart pounding in your chest. The anxiety that had plagued you before was still there, but it was tempered by a newfound confidence. You'd put your all into these songs, and now it was time to see how the world would react.

You named the first song 'get wid lemonade' and hit publish and watched as the first song went live.

Kyle davis - Get wid lemonade

The next song you named 'doomsday' in reference to your name and the villainous nature of the song. You hit publish and now the familiar waiting game begun.

MF DOOM - Doomsday

But this time, you didn't have to wait long.

Within minutes, the notifications started pouring in. Views, likes, comments—everything was happening so fast that you could hardly keep up. Your phone buzzed constantly with alerts, each one bringing a new wave of excitement and relief. People were listening, and they were loving it.

The comments were filled with praise, but also some hate at your confidence. Fans were talking about the catchy hooks, the slick rhymes, and the way you had captured the spirit of Zaun while still bringing something fresh to the table. Some were even calling you the next big thing, comparing him to some of Zaun's greatest musical talents.

"Man, this is what Zaun's been missing!" one comment read.

"DOOM's got the heat! These tracks are straight fire," said another.

"Two bangers in one drop? DOOM's gonna blow up for sure."

You couldn't stop grinning as you scrolled through the feedback. You noticed all the members of true damage had liked and even Qiyanna had left a supportive and flirty comment The response was overwhelming, a validation of all the hard work you'd put in. And as if that wasn't enough, another message from Senna appeared in your inbox.

Senna:
You're on fire, DOOM. Those tracks are exactly what I was hoping for. Keep up the good work—I want to see two more songs from you soon. Keep pushing those boundaries.
- Senna

You let out a whoop of joy, barely able to contain your excitement. Senna was happy with your work—really happy. The idea that she wanted more from you, that she saw potential in you, was almost too much to take in.

You couldn't wait to tell your mom.

You rushed out of Your room, practically bursting through the door to find your mother in the kitchen. She looked up, startled, but when she saw the smile on your face, she knew something big had happened.

"Ma, you won't believe it," you said, breathless with excitement. "People are loving the new tracks! And Senna—she wants me to make more! She's really into my stuff!"

Your mother's face lit up with pride, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Y/n, that's amazing! I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you, my son."

You wrapped her in a tight hug, the emotions of the moment washing over you. "I couldn't have done it without you, Ma. Thank you for everything."

She hugged you back just as tightly, her voice thick with emotion. "You've earned this, Y/n. Now go out there and show the world what you're made of."

With your mother's encouragement ringing in your ears, you returned to your room, more determined than ever. There was still work to be done, and you weren't going to let this momentum slip away. Senna wanted two more songs, and you was going to deliver.

The beats were already forming in your head, the lyrics starting to take shape. You could feel it—this was just the beginning. The world was starting to take notice, and you weren't going to stop until you'd made your mark. Because this wasn't just about fame or fortune—it was about proving that no matter where you came from, you could still rise above. And that was exactly what you were going to do.