ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

A new life

The cityscape of Piltover stretched out before you as you stood on the balcony of your new penthouse, the sun rising below the glittering skyline. You could hardly believe it—just days ago, You were in the cramped, rundown apartment in Zaun, and now, here you were, standing on top of the world. The view was breathtaking, and as you took it all in, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. You'd made it. You and your mom had finally made it out.

The penthouse was everything you could have dreamed of and more. High ceilings, marble floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the space in natural light. Your mom was still exploring the rooms, marvelling at the luxury that surrounded them. You smiled, hearing her excited exclamations as she discovered something new.

The best part, though, was the studio. Tucked away in a corner of the penthouse, it was a musician's paradise. State-of-the-art equipment, soundproofed walls, and all the tools you needed to create your music. You felt a sense of peace as you stepped into the studio, the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh electronics filling the air. This was your sanctuary, where you could pour your heart and soul into your work.

As you sat down at the mixing desk, an idea for a song that had been swirling in your mind for days finally took shape. It was about money—not just the wealth you now had, but the struggle to get it, the sacrifices made along the way, and the ways it could change a person's life. It was a topic close to your heart, and you knew it was the perfect time to let it out.

You spent the next few hours working on the track, layering beats, and crafting lyrics that told your story. The process was both cathartic and exhilarating, and by the time you finished, you had created a catchy beat and memorable chorus. This song was special—you could feel it in your bones.

Before uploading the track, you decided to check in with Vi. Ever since their conversation in the Zaun marketplace, you'd been thinking about Powder more and more. The memory of your time together as kids was like a phantom that wouldn't leave you alone. You knew Vi was doing everything she could to find her, but you wanted to help however you could.

Grabbing your phone, you typed out a quick message to Vi, asking if there were any updates on Powder. You hesitated for a moment before adding, "I want to help. Please let me know if you need anything."

A few minutes later, Vi responded with a brief, "Still looking. It's rough out there, but we'll find her."

You frowned, feeling a pang of guilt. You had the means to help now, and you couldn't just sit back and do nothing. You quickly opened your banking app and transferred a large sum of money to Vi, attaching a note that read, "Use this for whatever you need to find her. Don't argue, just take it."

The response was almost immediate. "Y/n, this is too much. I can't accept this."

But you were firm. "It's not too much, Vi. I want to help. Please, just use it."

After a few moments, she replied, "Alright, but I owe you one."

You smiled at the screen, a sense of relief washing over you. At least now you were doing something to help. Satisfied, you turned your attention back to your new track. With a deep breath, you uploaded it, naming it C.R.E.A.M., standing for 'cash rules everything around me' feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as you waited to see how it would be received.

Wu-tang clan - C.R.E.A.M.

As expected, the response was almost instantaneous. The song blew up, spreading like wildfire across social media and streaming platforms. The comments poured in, with fans praising your honesty and the finely crafted lyrics. You couldn't help but smile as you read through them. This was it—this was the moment you'd been working toward.

Feeling on top of the world, You decided to treat yourself. With your newfound wealth, you wanted to buy something that symbolized how far you'd come—something flashy, something that would turn heads. A car was the obvious choice, so you headed out to one of Piltover's most exclusive luxury car dealerships.

The showroom was filled with sleek, polished vehicles, each more expensive than the last. You wandered through the rows of cars, your eyes landing on a stunning McLaren P1. The car was a work of art, all smooth curves and aerodynamic lines. You could already picture yourself behind the wheel, cruising through Piltover's streets.

But as you approached the car, a sales associate intercepted him, a sceptical look on his face. "Can I help you?" the man asked, his tone condescending.

"Yeah," you replied, ignoring the attitude. "I'm interested in the McLaren."

The salesman raised an eyebrow, glancing up and down at your attire. "Are you sure? This car is very expensive. Maybe you'd prefer something... more affordable."

Your excitement faltered, a wave of self-consciousness washing over you. You knew you didn't look like the typical Piltover elite, but you had the money—more than enough. "I can afford it," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

The salesman smirked, clearly not convinced. "Perhaps, but we require proof of funds before we proceed with the sale. You understand, I'm sure."

Frustrated and embarrassed, you didn't know what to do. You pulled out your phone, hesitating for a moment before deciding to call Senna. You hated the idea of asking for help, but you didn't want to deal with this on your own.

Senna answered on the second ring. "DOOM! What's up?"

You quickly answered "I'm really sorry for bothering you but uhh..... well its kind of awkward but I'm in a car dealership and well...." you said nervously "They won't take me seriously, Senna. They think I'm just some kid trying to play rich."

Senna's tone immediately changed, becoming sharp and authoritative. "Put me on speaker."

You did as she asked, holding the phone out as Senna's voice filled the showroom. "This is Senna from the True Damage label. If you don't sell that car to him right now, I swear to god, ill make sure everyone in Piltover knows how you treat your customers. You hear me?!"

The salesman's eyes widened, and his entire demeanour changed in an instant. "I—I'm so sorry, ma'am. Of course, we'll finalize the sale right away."

You smiled and put the phone off of speaker "thanks a lot senna"

As the salesman scrambled to complete the transaction, Senna's voice softened, a hint of flirtation creeping back in. "Of course, sweetheart.... don't let them get to you, remember you belong here"

you feel your cheeks turning red slightly "ah t-thanks senna, I owe you one"

She laughed lightly. "You don't owe me anything. Just keep making music. That's all I need."

The sale went through without another hitch, and soon enough, You were behind the wheel of your brand-new McLaren P1. As you drove through the streets of Piltover, the city lights reflecting off the sleek black paint, you couldn't stop smiling.

You'd come a long way from Zaun, and you were only just getting started.