ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Daddy Issues

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the blinds, pulling you from a restless sleep. you groaned softly, your muscles aching as you stretched. The events of the past days felt like a distant fever dream, but the buzz of your laptop on the bedside table grounded you.

You reached over and opened it, the glow of the screen reflecting in your tired eyes. Logging into Mass Appeal, you were greeted with the sight of your new song at the top of the trending list. "Zaun's Anthem"—a name you'd hastily given it—was blowing up. Thousands of views had turned into millions overnight, and your notification panel was a whirlwind of activity.

You scrolled through the sea of comments, your lips twitching into a faint smile at the sheer excitement from your fans.

"BRO THIS BEAT GOES HARD 🔥🔥," one comment read, accompanied by a slew of fire emojis.

"Man really turned his pain into art," another said.

Further down, familiar names started popping up, making you chuckle.

Ahri: "HOW do you keep doing this? This is incredible. I'm officially your #1 fan. Also, call me. 😉"

Kai'Sa: "Your lyrics always hit so deep. This one's no exception. ❤️"

Akali: "I NEED to hop on a remix of this ASAP. Don't make me beg."

you grinned at the thought of Akali spitting bars over your beat.

Then came Evelynn's comment, dripping with her usual brand of flirtation:                                      Evelynn: "I didn't know success could sound this... dangerous. Keep it up darling..."

Further down, a name caught your eye:
Seraphine: "This song makes me feel like I can take on the world. You're an inspiration—thank you for sharing your story with us."

Her comment was followed by dozens of fans replying, sharing their own stories of how the song resonated with the

You leaned back against the pillows, staring at the screen. The song had been a deeply personal project—a reflection of your roots in Zaun and the journey that had brought you to where you were now.                                                                                                                     

You hadn't held back in the lyrics, recounting the struggles of growing up in the smog-filled undercity, about how no one cares once you make it to the top. But there was also pride in the song—a celebration of how far you'd come, of the success you'd fought so hard to achieve.

Seeing the overwhelming response, you felt a sense of validation. Your story mattered, not just to you, but to others who found strength in your words.

As you leaned back against the pillows, replaying the song in your head, the door creaked open. Your mother stepped inside, her presence immediately grounding you. She carried a tray with some food and a mug of herbal tea, setting it down on the bedside table before settling into the chair next to you.

"Still causing a stir, huh?" she said with a small smile, gesturing toward your laptop.

You chuckled softly. "You know me, Ma. Can't help it."

She studied you for a moment, her eyes warm but tinged with something else—nostalgia. "You know, every time I see you like this... I can't help but think how much you look like your father."

At her words, you froze. The mention of your father was rare, almost taboo. You set the laptop aside, your expression hardening slightly.

"Really?" you said, your tone clipped. "The guy who decided I wasn't worth sticking around for?"