So I gave up on doing a cover design for this and thought, whatever, this crackfic has waited long enough to see the light of day.
I
Not Destiny
Evelynn gave Twisted Fate one last kiss before melting into the shadows.
For a minute or so, he could only gape stupidly at the place she'd disappeared. The break up had come out of nowhere – why would Evelynn dump him like this? In public to boot! Twisted Fate was one of the best looking, most sought after men in Valoran – did she even realize what she was giving up? (That being said, Evelynn happened to be a highly sought after and gorgeous as well.) It didn't exactly help that they were both a bit of a player…and it only crossed Twisted Fate's mind then why she was known as "the widow-maker" (dubbed "bachelor- maker" by the Journal of Justice, much to his chagrin). Perhaps being nemeses in the League had pushed them apart. The card master could not stand the lack of reasoning just as much as he couldn't stand the thought of Evelynn in the arms of another man. As such, Twisted Fate sprinted into the shadows after her.
It didn't' take long for him to figure out that finding his stealthy ex was next to impossible. He had about a one in one-thousand chance of searching for her after dark.
Twisted Fate was just about to throw in the towel and go lose himself in a stiff drink when he distinctly heard the lilting laugh of Evelynn. With new energy, he pursued the sound, bursting into a clearing.
The sight that met his eyes left him speechless.
There was Evelynn, laughing, and in the arms of none other than…
…Hecarim?!
Twisted Fate could only splutter unintelligibly, instantly drawing the happy pair's attention to him.
"I knew you'd come crawling back to me." She simpered.
Twisted Fate ignored the insult, seeing as he'd run the whole way. Fate opened his mouth to speak, but shut it instantly; knowing anything he said would just make him look jealous and desperate. instead he coldly stated: "I don't expect you to come back for tango lessons."
"Yes, I suppose that would be a bit of a damper on your pride," she smirked (as if the whole situation wasn't), "I will miss tangoing with you Fate…but I came to the conclusion I like men with legs, and Hecarim has four of them."
Twisted Fate spluttered as words failed to form. Hecarim, finding this hilarious, laughed throatily.
"You – you two love watching me suffer!" Fate accused.
Hecarim exchanged a glance with Evelynn and chuckled predictably, "Suffering is magic."
Without another word, he swept up Evelynn and the two galloped into the shadows. Fate collapsed to his knees and asked himself,
"What did I do to deserve this?"
What DID TF do to deserve this? What happens next? Find out in the next installment of...
FORTUNE DOESN'T FAVOR TF!
(Which consequentially has nothing to do with Miss Fortune)
