So I had a bit of fun here. I've been planning this arc for a while. One of my friends asked if there was any couples here, she was getting married, so I told her there was one. She then proceeded to give me the Charmer and Rebel's Chosens.

Chapter 1

The sun was shining through the painted shutters, Fabien L'Amour's dark eyes opened blearily as two pale, creamy arms wrapped around his bare chest.

"Good morning," he purred, laying a kiss on the platinum blonde hair of his wife.

"Mmmm," she hummed, kissing his cheek, "Always a good one when I wake up to you,"

"Now who is the flirt, Kristen?" he chuckled, holding her close.

Kristen rolled her eyes as she laid her head on his chest, giving a yawn.

"I hate mornings," she grumbled, "But we're going to have to get up aren't we?"

"But of course!" her husband beamed, "I'll get started on breakfast, sí?"

Kristen sat up and Fabien got out of the bed, almost jogging to the kitchen part of their trailer. She curled up under the blankets again snuggling and hoping to get at least a few more minutes of sleep…

"Ah, ah, ah! No sleeping Kristen!" Fabien chastised as he cracked an egg into a skillet, "The sun's up! You should be too!"

Kristen shot him a glare before picking up the pillow and chucking it at him, smacking him square in the back of the head.

"Ow!" he huffed, "That wasn't very nice!"

"So was you not letting me go back to sleep!" Kristen retorted, finally getting up out of her bed and opening the shutters, listening to the birds chirping as she set her head on her hands, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth…

She felt her husband's arms around her and he laid a gentle kiss on her head.

"I love you," he told her.

"I know," she replied, turning around and kissing him.

"You ready for breakfast?"

"Sounds great!"

The day always started early for the circus. Fabien and Kristen's was no exception. Fabien's family owned the circus since its infancy and as of right now, Fabien was its manager. He met Kristen, a runaway from an abusive home, when they were eight. They grew up together, were each other's best friend, and, when they turned 18, Fabien asked her to marry him. The two were skilled in multiple areas. When they weren't performing as their main show, they did their secondaries. Fabien was a magician and Kristen was a knife thrower. But what they did best?

The two were acrobats, performing high above the audience…without a net. The two were immensely skilled, flying through the air like a pair of birds. Giving them the loving nickname from their coworkers: "The Lovebirds".

"Today seems like it will be a good day for practice!" Fabien beamed as he and Kristen walked into the big top.

"When do you not say tha-" Kristen cut off, staring directly ahead.

Fabien frowned and followed her gaze, watching as a figure walked out of the shadows. The man's cold grey gaze landed on the couple.

"Looks like the circus is in town!" he smirked, offering his hand, "Taylor Guinn,"

"Fabien L'Amour," Fabien stated with wariness, "The circus manager. Can I help you?"

"I'd like to think I'd like to think I'm here to help you, Fabien," Taylor said, gesturing as three men seemed to melt from the shadows, "For a small fee my brothers and I, we'll provide your circus with protection,"

"I don't see why we would need protection," Fabien growled as Kristen crossed her arms in a threatening manner despite the fact she was so small.

Taylor's face soured before lightening somewhat.

"I come from circus folk myself," Taylor stated as the cronies started wandering to different parts of the bigtop, "So let me put this in terms you'd understand. You don't pay me? And you'll have to deal with a strong man,"

One of the men smashed a stack of props into splinters, drawing a hiss of breath from Kristen.

"A lion tamer,"

The second man revealed a bullwhip, cracking it around one of the lights and dragging it down, shattering it against the ground in a dazzling array of glass and sparks of light.

"And a juggler," Taylor finished as the last man picked up some of the wooden bowling pins lying around and started throwing them around at different, fragile looking equipment.

He reared back again…when a silver flash knocked the pin out of his hand. It clattered to the ground with the hilt of a throwing knife stuck fast in it.

"Good eye, love," Fabien chuckled, "You see, Señor Guinn. I've grown up in the circus all my life. So, I shall put it in a way you can understand. You don't leave…and you'll have to deal with a knife thrower…and a magician!"

He gave a brilliant smile as he moved swiftly, throwing down a smoke pellet and filling the room with thick, colorful smoke.

Kristen felt Fabien's hand on her.

"You know…I should buy those gumtree smoke bombs more often! Those are great!"

"At least you won't smell like rotten eggs,"

"That hurts, love,"

"You're a big boy,"

"You know what to do, sí?" he asked.

"Of course," she smiled, kissing his cheek, "Give 'em a show they'll never forget,"

"But of course!"

He whirled off into the smoke as did she.

"Where'd he go?" Taylor demanded, coughing violently.

"You see, Señor Guinn," Fabien's voice started from the smoke, "A bird is protective of it's nest…and you've gone after mine,"

There was a flash of sparks and the 'Strongman' went down as something kicked him. A whistling sound and the 'Juggler' went down, pinned by a handful of knives to the floor. The smoke whirled and the 'Lion Tamer' went down, smacking against the edge of the arena.

"Something I do not quite like," Fabien finished as the smoke cleared and he and Kristen were revealed to be up on the lower level of the acrobat's nest.

"I'd suggest you run," Kristen smirked, "The cops are on their way,"

"That's my Kristen, always the bravest and best," Fabien grinned.

Taylor glared at them as the 'Strong Man' and 'Juggler' managed to get up and they all bolted as the sirens flooded the air.

"Well, that escalated quickly," Kristen grinned as the two swung down from their perch and the police came in, taking away the 'Lion Tamer' who was still laying out cold on the floor, "Good kick on him,"

"Good pin on that 'Juggler'," Fabien returned, kissing her head, "Now…let's get this place cleaned up,"

Days later, the circus opened to the public, the big top was packed with people. The show had gone without a hitch despite the fact that there were some missing props due to the incident earlier in the month. Kristen and Fabien were the last act of the show, standing up on the highest 'nest' of the highest pole of the big top.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the Ringmaster called, "Allow me to introduce our Lovebirds, Kristen and Fabien L'Amour!"

Kristen and Fabien smiled, the couple waving at the cheering crowd. The lights refracting over the sequins of their costumes. Kristen's darker violet and scarlet offsetting Fabien's brilliant gold and scarlet.

"Peacock," she teased.

"You know it!" he grinned.

"As always, they will be performing their wonderful act without the safety of a net!"

"Because it's more fun that way! Ladies first," Fabien smiled, giving a bow as Kristen picked up the swing and stepped to the edge.

"Beauty before age, right?" she teased as she leaped off the platform and sailed through the air, high above the ground.

Fabien watched his wife's performance, smiling as she sailed back towards him, arms outstretched to catch him as he'd take a faithful leap…

A sharp twang caught his ear and Fabien looked up, blood draining from his tanned face as the cables came undone. He looked at Kristen, whose pale face was white with horror.

"Fabien!" she cried as she began to fall.

"KRISTEN!" he yelled, diving off the platform after her.

He streamlined his body, speeding up to catch his wife. He grabbed her around the waist and wrapped his body around hers.

"I've got you," he whispered as he turned his body towards the ground so she would end up less hurt…

And both hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Kristen's eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing white tile and hearing a faint beeping sound.

"…Fabien…?" she croaked, turning her head to the side and seeing the very edge of his curly black hair.

"You both took a nasty fall," came an unfamiliar voice.

Kristen looked up at the man before her. He was tall, blond-haired from what she could see under his fedora.

"You really should learn to use a net, especially when you tangle with the local crime lord," the man advised, "The nuts and bolts holding your swings had been taken, you two are lucky you lived as long as you did,"

"Who are you…" Kristen asked, "And Fabien…"

"He can hear and see us, but he can't move or speak," the man told her, "He broke your fall by wrapping himself around you. My name is Andrew Summers, I work for Riot Games, you're familiar with them, yes?"

Kristen gave a nod. She and Fabien would sometimes play with one another whenever they managed to stop between shows and needed a break.

"What you probably don't know is that the League itself is real," Andrew told her, getting a disbelieving roll of the eyes, "I know it's hard to believe. But, the fact is, you two are dying. I have a way to save you. You being Fabien's spouse, if you think this is right for both of you I'll proceed,"

He took off his fedora.

"What this will do will basically turn you into a Champion of the League. Runeterra is real, I actually am from there. You two will become what is known as a 'Chosen'. Someone who is bound at the soul level with a Champion of the League. You two have been Chosen together by a couple, they found you interesting…for humans, in her words,"

"And those would be…" Kristen deadpanned.

Andrew pulled out two feathers, one a shimmering gold with a soft, round plume, the other a sharp, dark violet feather that shimmered with a pinkish light.

"She nearly stabbed me when I asked if I could borrow it," Andrew admitted, "But you two have been Chosen by Xayah and Rakan. I honestly wasn't expecting them to have Chosens, mainly because both of them mistrust humans greatly. But, Rakan likes Fabien and Xayah was intrigued by you, Kristen. So…what do you say? Will you live as a Champion and Chosen? Or will you and Fabien die human?"

Kristen painfully turned her head to face her husband, noticing the look of love in his eyes as he looked back at her from the corner of his eyes.

"We'll do it," she said, looking at Andrew, "Just as long as we stay together,"

I'm actually very excited for the next chapter. Personally, I love Rakan. He's so much fun. Ironically, I make a better Rakan and my boyfriend makes a better Xayah...despite the fact that when they first came out I played Xayah and he played Rakan. I'm planning on getting that sweetheart skin, no one is stopping me! Speaking of sweethearts, we'll see my own pair of sweethearts next chapter as they interact with these two new Chosens.

For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:

What Champion

Character's name ( 1st and last)

Age

Family?

Physical Description

Personality

Why were they picked by the Champion?

How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)

They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. AND NO MAGIC! (Street magician is fine...but no mystical powers. This is a world without magic save for the magic that comes with Chosens). Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...

You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.

Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:

Alistar

Corki

Nunu

Rammus

Rumble

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.