It all began when he was born. Born and Ionian in the heart of Piltover, he was curious about the world. Seeing the technology, he was inspired. While everyone was worrying about the League, he was worrying about how he was going to spend his future. When he was 15, he discovered he had magic. He went to the local university, and a few years, gained a degree, and went to work at a friend’s firm. During this time, the League of Legends was becoming a known force for peace, but both this young man, and the League of Legends are about to collide in an unusually unique way, that will touch two hearts to the bonds of love unlike any other...
Morning in Piltover:
He woke up with a tired look on his face, and his alarm was annoying, so he turned the alarm off as he reached over the bed.
All of his friends were at the League, doing their matches, while he was alone. He knew that he needed to settle down, especially when he had his own kind of wealth.
But he didn’t.
He just couldn’t find the right one.
He had been all over Valoran when he was a child. Nothing.
Sure he made some memorable friends, but he doubted he would ever meet them again.
He walked to his balcony, and looked over the vast expanse that was of Piltover, shining in gold and silver in the rising sun.
‘When am I ever going to find love...’ he thought to himself.
‘I don’t wanna die alone, and all of my summoner friends found girlfriends... Makes me jealous...’ he thought to himself.
He walked over to the kitchen and made himself a nice breakfast and coffee. He ate his breakfast and went to watch some of the matches that he promised his friends to watch.
He walked downstairs to his teleportation device, and he placed in the destination.
He was arriving now for the first time. He was scared, and a bit afraid. ‘Good god, what did I get myself into...’ he thought to himself as he walked and saw some terrifying beings... Although, some of them seemed really familiar... really familiar.
“Hey Ricky, over here!” called Vincent, one of his summoner friends.
Ricky rushed over.
“Hey Vincent, so this is your job, huh?” he said.
“Yeah, its fun, just gotta be careful, since these champions are a bit... what’s the word... overpowered...” stated Vincent as he turned around.
“See ya ‘round Rick” yelled Vincent as he rushed out to attend to another match.
Ricky looked around a bit. There was a person riding a boar, as another was talking to an intimidating guy with what appeared to be a large sword.
He then was surprised by one special figure...
“Are you a summoner?” said the mysterious, robed woman.
“No... Who are you?” he asked kindly.
“I’m High Councillor Vessaria, and I’m looking for a certain person with special talents, not a summoner however...” she said mysteriously, getting up close into Ricky’s face.
“Um, what n-now?” he replied nervously as he slowly backed away from the High Summoner.
“I’m looking for a therapist... Come follow me...” she said.
They both went into a portal, and then into her office.
“Tell me, do you want to help other people with problems?” she said.
“Well, yeah, I’m willing to do that... But I sure don’t have the proof to do it though...” he sadly stated.
“I mean, its been a struggle not to be able to help others. I’m just sitting here with all of this money, and I can’t be helping folks, only through charity but that’s about it...” he nervously stated.
“Well... I can help you with that... Ricky...” she said with a soft tone.
“...How did you know my name...” he nervously replied.
“Oh, you seemed familiar, as you are the General Manager of Arcane Industries.” she merely stated...
“Oh... well, frankly, I would like to do more... I just sit in an office all today.” he sadly moaned.
“Well, I always have an official League Therapist Position available, as our last one decided to leave for some unknown reason...” she lied.
“Oh, well, I’ll take it as my second job then!” he beamed.
(( So I figured I would give a try at fanfiction...so give a new guy a break... Hope this is a bit successful...))
Ch. 1: First Day on the Job.
10 years ago
“So Ricky, when are you coming back?” Fiora asked.
“Oh, I don’t know... Can’t really tell...” he replied.
“Well why don’t you stay at the Manor here with me?” Fiora asked, with a curious tone.
“Because, I feel like I should explore more of the city-states.” he replied.
He sipped his cup of tea as he watched her fence against a dummy, slashing it until it was nothing but patches of fabric and cotton.
“And besides, I don’t think your Mom and Dad appreciate it if you brought me home...” he laughed.
“Well... Yes, they would! I am the Grand Duelist! I have power!” she arrogantly said.
“Well, I don’t deserve to be here then. We have only met for a few days Fiora...” he playfully said.
“Yeah, so what? I think this could be a great friendship if you stayed.” she said as she took off her shirt, left with some gymnastic pants and a sports bra., her well-toned core shining with sweat in the sunshine.
“Um, I will be on my way now, gonna go home to Piltover...” he said as he nearly blushed at Fiora’s body.
He walked away with a backpack full of his adventuring gear and clothes, and walked down to the gates of Demacia.
“Hope we meet each other again, Fiora” he yelled back at the large Manor.
Fiora waved good-bye and went for a small run on her estate. She wondered when he was coming back... Because she liked him, and he wasn’t like the other, arrogant and mean boys that her mom tried to put her up with, because she enjoyed talking to her, and his personality was likable to...
‘I hope to see you again also... Ricky...' thought Fiora as she did her daily fitness run.
Ricky was sitting at a desk office on the Third Floor of the Institute Hospital. It was a nice office, with a large resting sofa, and a whole wall of books in tall shelves, with a ladder to reach the top ones, and a large yet simple desk, where he kept all of his belongings for work as a therapist.
‘Wonder who is going to be my first patient...’ he wondered.
He heard a bit of yelling, and an angry yell at a summoner, and then steps going away from his door. He was a bit scared, and did not want to think what happened the last therapist that was here. The door opened and stepped in a beautiful woman, who was a bit taller than him, with short hair up to almost her neck, and a red strand on the left side of her hair. She sauntered in, looking quite angry, until she turned and saw the new therapist...
“Hi, I’m Ricky, and I’m the new....” he said as he was tackled/hugged by Fiora.
“Ricky, I don’t believe it, you’re here!!!” she joyfully replied.
“Fiora, is that you?” he tiredly inquired.
She stepped back and slapped him a bit gently.
“YOU DON’T REMEMBER ME!!!” She yelled.
“Now I remember... Recognized that accent anywhere...” he merely replied as he rubbed his cheek a bit.
“I’ll admit, I was going to kill you if you were someone else.” she merely stated.
“That’s nice to know Fiora...nice to know...” he said as he nervously sat down, with knees shaking a bit...
“So, how’s it been...” he asked.
“Well, I am trying to make up for my family’s honor again. My father betrayed me, and cheated... Now I’m here to make a name for myself and for my family once again.” she stated.
She went on and on about what happened, and then she started to cry.
“I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve been betrayed, and its so GOD DAMN UPSETTING WHEN MY OWN FATHER BETRAYS HONOR AND DIGNITY!!!” she sobbed.
Ricky walked over, and took her head into his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, just let it out... You’re the Grand Duelist... You can regain that honor. I know this because I know you, and I know that you work hard as a duelist, and look at where you are now. This is the League of Legends, created for world peace, and you should be glad to take a part of it, or else, who knows what your future might be...” he explained as he patted her back and felt the warm tears going through his shirt, nearly wetting almost half of his shoulder.
“I guess you’re right...” she sniffled a bit as she wiped away the tears.
“Thanks for listening to me... Ricky, thanks for being here...” she said with a small and cute smile.
“No problem, anything for a friend of mine.” he replied.
Afterwards, they talked a little bit more, and caught up on what happened to each other. Fiora soon left, telling him that she come visit soon.
‘Well, that was a pretty good first day I’ll say...” he remarked in his head as he got ready to leave.
It was about 6:00 in the evening, and a knock came on the door.
10 years ago
When it all came down to it, the Freljord was a cold and treacherous place. With the rising threat of Trundle and Lissandra taking over the Freljordian Territories of Ashe and Sejuani, everyone was a bit anxious, but not so a young Piltover Ionian who was exploring the winter lands...
‘Well, this is one of the most stupidest things I’ve done... Worth it then I guess...’ he thought to himself.
‘Why me, at this age, just explore...’ he thought.
‘To find my place in the world... To find where I stand... And who I am...’ he thought to himself, as the snow got deeper and deeper, as the snow got up to his knees.
The wind was strong, sending ice shards, somewhat tearing his clothing a bit, but not enough to injure him, nor did it pose to him as a threat.
A few hours later, he made it to some small camp...
“Who the hell are you...” said one of the large and bulky soldiers, approaching him.
“I’m just a traveler...” he said, as he revealed his hood near the edges of the now large camp.
“Huh, never saw a young ‘un like him before...” the other guard said.
“Fine, we’ll let you in...” said the other guard.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Ricky replied.
Ricky walked in, and he was led to a small, warm, and yet empty tent, where he placed his belongings, and went out again to the market.
“Is that Salmon?” he inquired a young lady.
“Why yes, can’t you tell?” she sarcastically said.
“This gentleman making you have trouble?” said a voice behind Ricky.
He turned around, and saw a young lady warrior, with strong and well-toned muscles about to hit his face. He duked, bobbed, and stood behind her.
“Hey, no harming travelers...” he merely replied.
“Why not? If anything, you could be a spy of those weakling Avarosans!” she said.
“I am Sejuani, soon-to-be leader of this tribe, and I say this... You cause trouble, and I’ll make sure that you face the Winter’s Claw!” she proclaimed.
“Well, I am here just traveling Sejuani...” he meekly replied.
“I’m just here to explore for my benefits, and to find a place where I belong...” he said.
“Well...I can help with that...” she smirked as she dragged him into her tent.
A few days later, he was developing muscles, helping around with the things. His Pitloverian ingenuity came in handy when things needed to be either upgraded or fixed. He soon mysteriously left, and Sejuani enjoyed his company, and regretted not being able to enjoy more of her time with him...
A knock was on the door of Ricky’s Therapist Office
“Who is it?” he said as he went to open the door.
A strong woman stood in front of him, with tan muscles and a strong body structure under all of that fur and metal armor, she was someone not to anger, and not someone to call ugly...
She punched Ricky in the gut.
“OW....” he yelled as he groaned on the floor, clutching his stomach...
“Ricky, is that you, I thought you were some other stupid therapist...” she remarked.
“Yes, I’m Ricky the new Therapist...” he groaned as he stood himself up again.
“Sejuani, you definitely improved...” he remarked as he rubbed his stomach a bit.
“Yes, I have. Thought Fiora was lying when she said that she met you as our new therapist.” she said.
“Glad to see you here Ricky, it’s been so long.” she said as she hugged Ricky.
“Great to see you Sejuani.” he said.
They both sat down next to each other.
“So, how’s being a new leader and the alliance with Ashe?” he inquired.
“Actually, well. I’ve learned how to be a bit less mean, and now Ashe and I are the best of friends!” she happily stated.
“She and I both have now the common goal of reuniting Freljord under a united flag, and so far the North side has not backed down. Lissandra grows in power every day, and we decided to be allied for once, and we now have this great alliance going. I thank you Ricky for that, on showing me how to be a bit more lenient.” she explained.
“Well, glad to help...” he said.
“So how’s your life?” she asked.
“Trying to still find where I belong actually. This job however may be the place for me yet.” Ricky explained.
“You still sad about the loss of your family?” she asked gently.
“Yeah, can’t believe they went like that. I don’t believe sometimes it was an accident, but it looks like it was according to the reports at the autopsy...” he whimpered a bit.
“Well, remember, if you want to talk about something, then let me Sejuani.” he said as he walked her out, locking the door behind him.
“Ok Ricky, I’ll remember that.” she said as she walked away.
“Although, you need training Ricky, shouldn’t drop like that, weakling.” she giggled.
“SEJUANI, COME BACK HERE!!!” he yelled as he chased her back, and gave up, and then he teleported home, and collapsed on the bed after his first day as a therapist for the League.
A few months later after being accepted for his job.
He woke up from a long sleep, and walked over to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast.
he sat there and thought about his past. He remembered one girl that was different from some of the other kids in the area of the Rakkor. He was visiting the place for some weapons, when he came upon a woman he thought he was perfect for him. He was sadly mistaken when he tried to find her, but never found her. Her white hair, her smile, her laugh, it was inside of him. She was so unique, unlike the brash and maybe kind Rakkor that he spoke to, but she was so gorgeous, and beautiful. He wished to meet her again. He didn’t remember the conversation that they had, but all he remembered was simply her. He would love her, if he got the chance to meet her again. He would give anything to meet that one girl again. He still kept that one small moon emblem around his neck for safekeeping and remembrance.
He walked out to his balcony, and cried. He longed for her, even though he knew that she was probably gone to the days past, and he was probably dead to her. He looked up into the skies, and then looked around the view. The sun was rising for another day on his day on the job, just like it had always been for the last couple of months. He went back in and put on his robe and such, and walked to the nearby teleportation pad out in the streets of Piltover and teleported to the League Hospital. He walked along the corridors, and turned left to go up the spiral and wide marble staircase to the third floor. He walked ten offices down and opened to his office.
He entered his office and resumed to wait for patients, and maybe dreaming about his beloved for a bit, then back to reading a good book about an adventure.
He waited until the evening for anyone to come in to simply have a talk with him or need some guidance. When it was close to almost dusk, he was packing up his things, and was about to leave for the day, when he heard a knock at the door.
He turned to face the door.
‘Hm, who would be late at this hour?...’ he thought to himself.
He walked to the door and opened it, and now, his life flashed right before his very eyes.
She had come back...
Ch. 4 The difficult return
“Diana?” he whispered.
Diana was in her black uniform, carrying the crescent blade along with her. She had a bit of a muscular figure, and her eyes were black with pale skin, with a bit of black markings from her eyes down to halfway down her sides of her face. She had long, white hair that seemed to be flowing in the lights of the Institute.
“Are you the Therapist?” she asked.
“Yes! I am, I...” he said as he was knocked back from the punch from Diana.
“Ugh...” he groaned as he was picked up by Diana.
“Good, I can kill you know, painfully and slowly.
“Diana?...” he weakly said as he was pushed against the wall and beaten in the gut for several more times before he fell down to the ground.
Diana walked away.
He thought to himself before blacking out.
‘Diana, what happened to you. Do you at least know who I am?’ he said as he dropped a tear from his eye, and fell to the floor.
‘Diana...I loved you... And this is what happens...’ he thought as his heart started to crack.
‘I will not let it end this way...’ he thought as he picked himself up slowly, and limped over to the door.
He sadly walked, trying to find Diana’s dorm as he had tears starting to run down his eyes.
‘I refuse to let her be taken away from me again... I will... love her... even if I die... This is my only chance.. If I don’t get her... Then I’ll die trying...’ he thought as he knocked on Diana’s door.
She slammed him in the face with the door.
She picked him up and threw him to the other side of the corridor with brute force...
“Diana... Why... are you doing this... to me...” he softly said into Diana’s eyes as he started to peer into Diana’s mind. He saw everything. Her exile, her vengeance, her hatred of the Solari, and he saw Diana herself being taken over by her extreme revenge.
‘I’ve lost her... Why... Diana...Why...’ he said as he was thrown into the way and punched to death for the last time. He felt now emotional and physical pain. He blacked out. A pool of blood gathered around him as he bled blood from the mouth. Some summoners found him and took him into a room in the League Hospital, and treated him. He slept sadly for the night.
Ch. 5 Pained Love
He was devastated. He limped home with his injuries treated and a bit of an injured ankle. He turned to stare at Diana talking to a summoner. She stared angrily at Ricky. He was even more sad, and just simply walked away. He limped sadly all the way to his room.
He took his necklace that Diana gave to him all of those years ago.
He hugged it close to him.
He treasured it, but now his life shattered right before his eyes. All he wanted was to be loved again, and now this. He was rejected outrightly, and be completely forgotten by the one he truly loved. Was this it? No there was more... Ricky was determined to get her back, and he was now even more in love with her now. Why? Ricky was in love, nothing could break the bonds of love. His was his passion.
He did the most drastic thing ever. He sensed where she was, and teleported right then and there. He face right in front of her.
He forcefully kissed her... And hugged her.
He waited for the slap or the pain he was about to received, and then just placed out the necklace right in front of her.
She started to tear a bit.
She grabbed Ricky by the face and started to kiss him more passionately.
They both separated after five minutes of inner connection.
“Ricky...I’m so sorry for hurting you like this... I was overshadowed by my vengeance... Until you showed me what it was like to belong again.” she smiled as she hugged him just a bit harder.
“It’s alright, as long as you’re here, I will always go through whatever just be with you Diana...” he said happily and softly as he closed the door behind them for the night of passion, connection, and love.
In the morning
He was in passion, tired but happy. He connected. Diana was happy. She was jovial in bliss. Her still-red cheeks glowed with fire as she leaned in on Ricky one more time, and kissed like they did the millions of times before during their first night, two virgins, together in one warm, soaked bed. Ricky and Diana cleaned up together in the shower, slowly, while continuing their love-making. They both together made breakfast, with food made from love and fresh ingredients.
They both talked so much about each other, that it was time to eat lunch.
They headed for the League Main Hall to get lunch.
((Sorry if this seemed rushed and all. I'm trying to find time to make these chapters much longer, so yeah, thanks for the views guys!))
It was a cold morning...
Snow was everywhere, covering the entire Institute in a soft and white blanket of ice...
In the now new office near the main offices of the Head Summoners was Ricky’s new and large Therapist office.
He was looking through some documents when he heard a knock at the door.
He came to the door, and unlocked it.
He proceeded to turn the handle.
He then was tackled to the floor by a certain Lunari Warrior.
He was covered in kisses.
“D...D...Diana?” he exclaimed.
Diana looked up to Ricky’s face in a gentle manner.
“How’s my favorite summoner doing?~~” Diana spoke softly into Ricky’s ear.
“Diana... Not now... I have work to do~” he groaned as he brought her face in closer to meet his lips.
“Can I meet you later perhaps... Like tonight?~” he asked as he continued to passionately kiss her.
“... Fine... You better make up for it... I’ll be waiting...” Diana sultrily said.
She walked out.
He was breathless.
‘Man... I fell in love with a sexual beast... But a good one nonetheless...’ he said to himself.
He walked out for a little break and walked in the cold and yet cheerful snow.
It was after snowdown, with maybe the spirit still lingering around, but life had gone back to normal, with the matches and so forth.
He was on his way to the cafeteria when he received an important message from the HIgh Council.
He rushed to the room, to find High Summoner Vessaria staring at him.
“Hello Ricky... Long time no see...” she said with a small smirk.
“Vessaria.” he respectfully stated as he made a small bow to her.
“Why are you in need of my services?”
“Well, lately, we have some issues in the champion dorms...” she stated with some annoyance.
“...Oh no... You’re sending me there, aren’t you...” he said with some fear in his eyes.
“Yes.. unfortunately you are great with comforting people... So we figured to send you there to take care of the situation.” she stated.
“Alright... I’ll do it...” he reluctantly said.
Ricky then made his way out to the dorms... The female champion dorms... where he might possibly just die to all sorts of things... Just another day at the Institute.
Ch.7 Dead Man walking
“Graves, I might need your help here. I would greatly appreciate it.” he said to Graves.
“Fine, I’ll ‘elp you partner, on one condition...” he said.
“Give me some of them... what do ya call him... ah... fancy chocolate boxes... Love me some sweets you know once in a damned while...” he said with some... reverence.
“...Alright...” he said as he stood up to Graves.
“Man I need a drink... Graves, Graggy Fruit Punch?”
“Sure, why not, I got time..”
Graves and Ricky walked down to the female section of the corridor and made their way to the crossroads.
In front of them was the two largest halls in the vicinity, Demacia to the left, and Noxus to the right. To the far left was another two paths, one for Piltover, and one for Noxus.
The far right one was home to the neutral wing, Bandle City folks, and the people of Frejlord.
“Alright, pick our poison?” said Ricky.
“Yep.. poison...” slowly stated Graves.
“You have an extra gun on yer?” inquired Graves as he cocked his massive shotgun and put it on his back.
“Yeah... No. Only hope and luck.”
“Ha... good luck living.”
“Graves... Shut up.”
“You said something there son?”
“Ok never mind...”
“Yeah, I thought so...”
They looked down the Demacia and Noxus corridors...and were surprised at what they saw...
“Is that Garen with Kat... Holding hands?!”
“Hell... gotta find me a woman someday...”
“Graves don’t worry, one will find you some day...”
‘What’s that supposed to mean eh?”
“Yeah I thought so...”
Garen was happily talking to a very red and blushing Kat as they walked to the garden. Talon was talking to Quinn, as Valor was flying around.
Swain was flirting a bit with LeBlanc as she sauntered around the old dictator.
Lux was kissing Ezreal, as Jarvan IV was giving some gifts to Shyvana.
Surprisingly, Riven was talking to Yasuo, as Yasuo was talking to Riven as if nothing could stop them from being together. Riven soon dragged Yasuo into her room...
“Well... This ain’t the right place ain’t it?”
“Well I’m guessing that it must be in the Freljord section...”
“Oh hell no...That’s gonna freeze my balls off.”
“I know... Let’s god damn do it anyways.”
“A’ight, let me say my prayers...”
“Fine, fine, I’m going.”
They soon made their way to Freljord’s section.
They were soon bombarded in a crossfire of arrows, alcohol, and blood.
Ricky was dragged into the fray, as Graves rushed in to save him.
Graves shot a large smoke canister into the fray, and he led Ricky out safely, and Ricky was not harmed but a bit in shock.
“WHAT IN THE GOD DAMN HELL JUST HAPPENED GRAVES?!” He yelled as he was trying to calm down and retreat away from the cold corridor.
“Ashe and Sejuani are in a bit of a hustle with Lissandra, as Volibear and Tryndamere are a bit of wrestling fanatics...”
“Well, hell... Time for some work to be accomplished...”
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