ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Heartbeats and Memories

You sat in your dimly lit room, the glow of your laptop screen casting a soft light on your focused face. The excitement from Senna's last message still lingered, but now it was time to get back to work. The pressure was on, but you welcomed it. This was your shot, and you were going to make sure your next two tracks were something special.

You started with the first track, something different from what you'd done before. You had always been drawn to the energy of house music—the pulsing beats, the hypnotic rhythms that made you want to move. You wanted to create something that captured that, a track that would get people dancing.

The beat came to you quickly, a series of layered synths and bass lines that built into a high-energy groove. you let the music take over, your fingers flying over the keyboard as you crafted a track that was pure, unfiltered energy. It was less about the lyrics this time and more about the feeling—the way the music made you want to lose yourself in the rhythm. It was upbeat, infectious, a sound that would make people want to hit the dance floor and forget their troubles, even if just for a moment.

You listened to the finished product, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. It was different from Your usual style, but you liked it. It showed your range, your ability to adapt and experiment with new sounds. You were sure Senna would appreciate the diversity.

Calvin harris - Blame

But as the last echoes of the track faded, a different kind of inspiration settled over you. The energy of the first song had been exhilarating, but now something deeper, more personal, tugged at your thoughts. You knew your next track had to be something real—something that spoke to the emotions you usually kept buried.

You thought about your father, a shadowy figure in your memories who had walked out of you and your mother's lives when you were just a kid. The pain of that abandonment was something you rarely talked about, but it was always there, lingering beneath the surface. Then there was your grandmother, the woman who had been a second mother to you, who had passed away when you were still too young to understand.

And, of course, there was Powder. The girl you had once been inseparable from, who had vanished from your life after the accident, leaving a gaping hole in your heart. You didn't know if she was alive, if she even remembered you, but you still held out hope that one day, she'd answer when you called.

The sadness washed over you as he began to work on the next track, a stark contrast to the upbeat energy of the first. You let the melancholy seep into the music, creating a slow melody that spoke of loss and longing. The lyrics came slower this time, each word heavy with the weight of your emotions. You rapped about your father, about the nights you'd stayed up wondering what you had done wrong, why you weren't enough to make your father stay, the anger and betrayal evident in your lyrics. You spoke of your grandmother, the woman who had taken care of you as a toddler, who you still wished could see the man you were becoming. And finally, you spoke about powder, your voice raw with emotion as you indirectly asked her to come back to you, to show signs she's still out there somewhere.

You walked back to the record store, slowly this time, entrenched in your thoughts as the rain poured down, you quietly recorded all the lyrics and got home.

The track was finished, and you listened to it in silence, feeling the sadness it evoked deep in your chest. It was different from anything you'd ever created—more vulnerable, more honest. But it was exactly what you needed to say, and you knew it was a song that would resonate with anyone who had ever felt the pain of loss.

Tyler the creator - Answer

(A/N this song is so good, listen to it if you havent)

Satisfied with your work, You uploaded both tracks, Your heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The first track was a banger, something to get people moving, but the second... the second was personal. It was like opening a wound and letting the world see the hurt inside. You weren't sure how people would react, but you knew you had to put it out there.

The response was almost immediate. As soon as the tracks went live, the notifications started flooding in. The upbeat electronic track was a hit—people loved the energy, the way it made them feel alive. But it was the second track, the one about your father and grandmother, that really struck a chord. The comments were full of people sharing their own stories of loss, of how the song had moved them, made them feel less alone.

You were reading through the comments, a bittersweet smile on your face, when a new notification popped up. It was from Senna.

Senna:
You've outdone yourself, DOOM. The first track is a banger, but that second one... it's something special. It's raw, it's real, and it shows your depth as an artist. Keep up the good work. I want to see you in Piltover. There's an agency I want you to meet with. I'll send a car for you tomorrow.
- Senna

You could hardly believe it. Senna was happy with you work—really happy. And now she wanted you to come to Piltover, to meet with an agency. This was it, the next step in your journey. The thought of leaving Zaun, even just for a visit, filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves. Piltover was a whole different world, and you weren't sure what to expect.

You wished you could tell your mom about it, but it was getting late and you know she needs her sleep, so you kept scrolling through the comments. To your surprise, you saw some familiar names from the music world popping up. The other members of True Damage had started commenting on your tracks, offering words of encouragement and praise. Yasuo complimented your beats, Ekko mentioned the potential he saw, and Qiyana—well, Qiyana seemed particularly taken with your work.

Qiyana:
Who knew someone from Zaun could make music this good? You've got talent, DOOM, i cant wait to meet you soon~. Keep it up—I'll be keeping an eye on you.

You felt a flush of pride at her words, but also something more. Qiyana's reputation preceded her—she was known for being fiercely talented and equally confident, with a personality that could fill a room. The fact that she'd taken the time to comment on your work meant a lot, even if her words had a teasing edge.

But it wasn't just True Damage taking notice. Your eyes widened as you saw a comment from Seraphine, the rising star whose voice had been making waves all over Piltover and Zaun.

Seraphine:
This is beautiful, DOOM. I felt every word. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Looking forward to hearing more from you!

Seraphine's comment had caused a ripple effect, drawing even more attention to your music. Her fans had flocked to your page, their support boosting your views and likes even higher. you watched in awe as your tracks began to blow up, the numbers climbing faster than you could have imagined.

It was surreal, watching your dreams unfold right before your eyes. You'd started with nothing but a beat-up laptop and a dream, and now your music was reaching people across Zaun, Piltover, and beyond. The outpouring of support was overwhelming, and it filled you with a renewed sense of determination.

You were ready for whatever came next. Meeting Senna, stepping into the world of Piltover—it was all happening so fast, but you knew you were ready. This was your moment, and you were going to make the most of it.

As you lay in bed thinking of your future, you could hardly contain yourself. But no matter where this journey took you, you knew you'd never forget where you came from. The heart of Zaun would always beat in your music, and you were going to make sure the world heard it.

With one last thought, you drifted off, ready to take the next step in your journey.