ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Mass Appeal

The sunlight beamed through your door, the warmth waking you gently. You groaned, rolling over to grab your phone from the night stand. Your head still buzzed from the previous night—the video shoot, the energy of the set, Evelynn. But today, something felt different.

As you unlocked your phone, your notifications exploded. Messages, DMs, comments—everything was blowing up. You blinked, sitting up straighter in bed, realizing what had happened. The music video for "If Looks Could Kill" had gone viral.

It wasn't just a normal viral moment, either. This was on another level. The number of views was skyrocketing, and the comments—there were thousands of them, all pouring in like a tidal wave. you scrolled through them, your heart pounding with excitement.

@MissQiyanna: "Evelynn 👀. I thought it was about me 😂 but I can't even be mad, you killed it."
@StargirlSeraphine: "You've got everyone talking about this. The confidence, the energy—🔥🔥. I can't wait to see what's next!"
@AhriKDA: "I see you, Bold move. Not many people can pull off something like this, but you've got style, and you got Evelynn in with it. Maybe I'll have to keep an eye on you 😉."
@KaisaKDA: "Evelynn?, I was NOT expecting that. 🔥 That throne scene? Wow."
@AkaliKDA: "Okay, I'm not even gonna lie—this video goes HARD. Respect, man. You're really making moves."

The comments kept coming, most of them from fans and followers, but there was an overwhelming number from girls swooning over him.

@DOOMFan77: "Marry me??! 💍😭 You're the hottest thing in Piltover right now!"
@EvelynnIsSoLucky: "I wish I could've been in that video, OMG 😩."
@ILoveDOOM: "Who gave you the right to be this fine??? I can't even handle it."
@JealousOfEvelynn: "Not me being jealous of EVERY model in that video. Evelynn, you better treat him right or else 👀."

You scrolled faster, your eyes catching on Ahri's flirty comment again, a smirk tugging at your lips. She was impressed by your boldness, and that was something that couldn't be overlooked. Coming from someone as iconic as Ahri? That was next-level praise.

But as you kept scrolling, reading more and more comments, your phone buzzed in your hand, interrupting your reverie. It was a call—from Senna.

You hesitated for a second, then answered, "Yo, Senna."

"y/n." Her voice was playful but had an edge to it. "I saw the video. I have to say, I wasn't expecting that."

You laughed, though you could hear a tinge of jealousy in her tone. "What can I say? I had to take things up a notch."

Senna sighed dramatically. "You're playing a dangerous game, putting Evelynn in the spotlight like that. I've got half the city wondering if you two are a thing now."

you leaned back against your pillows, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. "You sound jealous."

"Jealous?" she scoffed, but there was a teasing lilt to her voice. "Please. I'm just saying, you better be ready for the attention. You're not just some underground artist anymore—you're a star."

Her words hit you harder than you expected. She was right. You could feel the weight of your success settling on you. This wasn't just a viral moment—it was a shift in your life. You were no longer that kid hustling in the streets of Zaun. You were becoming someone people couldn't take their eyes off.

"Well, thanks for the compliment," you replied, still grinning. "You're right though, things are getting crazy."

"You haven't even seen crazy yet, y/n. Just wait."

After ending the call, you tossed your phone aside and got up, stretching as you wandered toward the balcony. The view of Piltover stretched out beneath you, and as you leaned over the railing, you spotted something that made your stomach flip—reporters and paparazzi gathered outside the building, their cameras flashing as they snapped photos of anyone and anything.

Your heart raced for a moment. This was real. The fame was real. And the attention was going to get even more intense. There was no going back now.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You couldn't stay here. your life was about to change dramatically, and if you wanted privacy—or even a semblance of normalcy—you needed to move somewhere more secure. Somewhere that matched your new level of success.

With the boundless funds from the raise Mundo had given him, relocating wouldn't be a problem.

Looking towards the spiralling tower reaching high above the clouds, you pulled out your phone again and quickly looked up real estate listings. You knew exactly where you wanted to go—the top penthouse in Piltover. The most luxurious, private residence in the city, equipped with top-of-the-line security, a private elevator, and the kind of exclusivity that kept the paparazzi at bay.

You'd made it this far, and now it was time to live like it. You smiled to yourself as you made the call to secure the penthouse, imagining the kind of life that awaited you there. The life you had fought for.