Oh boy…it's that time again, huh? Well, make yourself comfortable; get a drink or something to snack on and dive with me into the depths of yet another story that I try myself on.

So, there's a very small chance that you know me from somewhere else. If you do, then I'm glad to have you back. If not, well then welcome to the crowd! *Shrugs* Usually I only write a single story at and once and leave it at that.

However, I met an interesting group of writers that are very enjoyable to be around with. If any of you read this, then congratulations! You were part of the reason that made me write this. Still, I'll keep my unique believes while writing in this, even if it's only the first (and maybe only) Chapter for now.

Just like with every story, I'll pick a concept that hasn't been tackled too often or better yet, never (and I mean the general direction of thought for fanfictions, not just this fandom). Also, to ensure that other writers and such are steering away from stealing, here's the reminder for the fact that 'Of Cupcakes and Tea' is in the possession of me. The rights at least, so are the OC's. Everything else to Riot I guess…

Now enough with the stalling! Lights! Camera! ACTION!

Roll the first Chapter!

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CHAPTER 1 – DREAM OR REALITY

"Are you learning properly?"

"Yes mom. Every day for two hours at least."

Sometimes in life, you reach a point where you question your own path or don't know what do in the future. Where all of your hardships seem almost insignificant and one's own value gets nullified…

"Are you visiting your tutor lessons like you promised? They cost me a lot of money-"

"Yes mom! I've signed every time I visited to confirm…"

This is the point that I was basically stuck in. Just a teenager who's trying to live her life in peace and quiet. Friends…are there. They're scarce but I managed to find a few that wanted me around. The rest are either nowhere near me or…get steered off my direction for rather simple reasons.

"Those other kids, you're not ditching classes with them, right Emmy?"

"Why would you think I'd do that!?"

"Call it a mother's intuition."

I never really got around with my mom. Over time it reached a point where she would openly show her dislike towards me just so that guys and girls of my age would distance themselves away from me. Whenever something about school or finances came around, it'd escalate and she'd drop into yet another rant. I never understood how one could be so aggressive when discussing such a simple topic.

'Guess I'll never get the point…'

"And you're not wasting your free time with those horrid videogames, right?"

"Ugh, YES mom!" This was honestly just too much for me to handle. That's the reason why I mostly crashed my best friend's apartment from time to time. And slept in it. And spent the weekends in here…

Okay, it was pretty much my second home but that's not the point!

"Good. I'll call up on you next week. Bye."

"See you-"

*Beep*

'...And she just hanged up on me. Again…'

…It wasn't really in my interest to talk with her. Yet if I wanted to keep that rabid woman of my neck then it had to be done. 'I'm just happy that she's dozens of miles away right now.'

Stretching my back and arms from all the tension, I glanced around the room I was occupying for myself. White walls, not much furniture besides a TV, a bed, a small drawer for valuables and school stuff…overall it was pretty empty. Not even the window with view towards my hometown's tall skyscrapers made it seem more attractive.

It was shabby, yes. It was shabby but it was mine and that was the only thing that counted.

Okay, not entirely. I also had my laptop! It wasn't something too fancy but I could play some games without constant FPS lag or disconnects on it! As for internet, I was using the router from the local coffee show across the street. The guys working there already knew me and my dilemma so they didn't mind.

'What to do with my free time…maybe I can play some games. How about a round of League?'

If you ever needed a term to describe my relationship with this game then you could pick 'addicted' just fine. Since I wasn't outside with other girls, talking about the newest hot guy around school I had a lot free time for myself. And when I wasn't working part-time to restock my cash…

"It's good to be back…now what to play?"

I was almost always greeted with the empty friends list on my launcher, since most of the regular bunch where outside right now. You heard that right, I had ZERO people on my list online because no one in my school really plays it. Not even my close friends play it…and those I do encounter randomly tend to turn toxic over a while so I steer away from those.

Due to this, all the randoms I get paired up with are either groups of 4 or simply stay quiet until the 20 minute mark before wanting to surrender. Overall, I never had much of a positive experience but I always came for more.

No, I was not a sucker for punishment! Get your head out of the gutter, sheesh.

"…I feel lucky today. Let's go for an ARAM!" I know, I know. I'm pretty much talking to myself in a small room that was as basic as it could get. It didn't matter to me…well, not anymore.

"Pantheon? Sorry dude, you've been here too often." The Artisan of War was actually a good champion to play all around, yet he never really struck a chord in me. I wasn't really the type to dive head first into battle so I rarely played him, usually only in All Random. With that in mind I pressed the 'Reroll' button and hoped for the best.

"Malzahar? No, get out!" I've had it with people saying that some champions require a certain amount of skill to play when they simply could press R and screw your entire team over! That feeling became even worse once Riot decided to rework his passive into what it was today…

Sure, lots of players actually like him. I'm not one of those. Had too many lanes being ruined by him…so with my second and last 'Reroll' I prayed for another good champion to get-

"CAITLYN! YES!" She was by far my most favorite champion! Her personality, her lore, her design in general, it all fitted her like a glove! The 'Sheriff of Piltover' had a special place in my heart. She…was basically the counterpart of me.

Now look at little old moi: Black hair at shoulder-length, comfy clothes mostly colored grey and as quiet as a church mouse. Fact is, Caitlyn was a strong, talented and intelligent woman who solved crimes on a daily basis. I…wasn't skilled in anything and could barely pass school with my grades…

The loading screen greeted me as I pondered about the line-up. The enemy had a Zac, Nami, Twitch, Lee Sin and-

"NOT ANOTHER YASUO! OH COME ON!" That guy could screw himself off with a 20-meter wooden pole! A lot of Bot-Lane mains out there would probably share my opinion if I say that he's the nemesis of everyone's virtual existence.

Luckily it wasn't all lost. We had a Braum, Sona, Amumu and Hecarim with us. If we played this correctly we'd win this. 'All we have to do is shut down the Yasuo before he gets fed or otherwise I'm screwed…'

The beginning could have gone smoother for my taste. Hecarim and I managed to grab some easy kills right of the start but just like I feared, Yasuo managed to snag himself a kill on our Sona who proceeded to rant in chat at how unskilled of a champion he was. A few minion waves later we decided to engage just as our Amumu hit 6. We got 3 and it would have looked fine…until the Hecarim charged under the enemy tower with Sona right at Yasuo.

They got themselves killed. Twitch and Yasuo were both on the board with 2 kills and I was on par with them. We got up to the 10th minute when Yasuo somehow managed to execute himself. Our Braum was pretty clueless of what happened until the announcer's voice rang. A minute later he came back with a finished 'Infinity Edge', tier 2 boots and more crit. In other words: We were done for.

Right. That Yasuo was Mastery Level 7 and proceeded to shred our entire front line away. Not even the mass CC of Amumu, Braum and Hecarim stopped him as he got himself an easy triple, to my frustration.

It got even worse when he died for a second time (to me thankfully) and came back with full crit and armor penetration. At that point it was only a fiesta with me trying to pull back the game with the assistance of Braum and Sona, Amumu and Hecarim charging in every time they could and Yasuo and Twitch racking up kill after kill.

The end came close when 4 died and only I and that Yasuo player remained; both inhibitors and all towers already destroyed. 'And then there were two.'

The guy went even so far as to buy himself a 'Frozen Mallet', meaning that running away wasn't an option once he engaged. Just as he launched his tornado straight at my face-

*Beep*...*Vrrr*

"WHAT!? NO, NO, NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" My laptop decided to plunge itself into darkness right when his Q connected. I was close to breaking down when I reacted, trying to turn it back on.

Regardless, the damn thing was gone. I couldn't turn it on anymore…and I tried for 25 minutes straight before flopping onto my bed while screaming into my pillow. 'Well, so much for me being lucky…' In the end, tiredness won over frustration when I started to doze off…

I probably never noticed the small flash of light on my laptop deep in the night but not that I saw it anyway.

"Hey Emmy! Wake up!"

Who was shaking me? Can't…I just lie here for 10 more minutes? It's so comfy…

"Emmy, don't make me chase you out of bed again…"

I wonder what was up with the person next to me. She sounded pretty nervous and...panicked? Isn't it like 6 AM or so-

"Get up or I'll dump the ice water on your head like last week!" Okay, NOPE.

"Argh…why do have to drag me out of bed Sanyo?" In case you're wondering, Sanyo was my best friend…or rather one of my few actual friends. She owned the apartment I was living in, got money from her father from time to time and helped me get around each month with assistance of her own.

Yet it also had its downsides. She always tries to drag me outside, claiming that I'm wasting too much time away in my own 4 walls. She also had a nasty eating habit when it came to sweets…she'd mostly eat those every breakfast if I didn't cook anything proper or healthy for her…

We were both equally weird. And equals override each other, no?

"Can you please tell me why there's a Steampunk cosplayer in the kitchen?" Her voice was pretty much a whisper-

Whoa. Back up for a second. What did she just say?

"Can…you repeat that again?"

"Steampunk. Cosplayer. In kitchen. Why?"

…

What was actually going on…?

"Wait, give me a minute…" Dragging myself out of bed wasn't too easy since all the warmth left me as I stepped out, black bangs of hair sticking around all over the place. Unlike me, Sanyo was actually dressed already in her working clothes for the coffee shop. 'Oh yeah, it's Saturday…I forgot.'

Each step took ages for me to take, my bare feet feeling tingly under the wooden floor. Pictures of me, Sanyo and her family proudly hang on the sides of the small corridor that connected all the rooms with our entrance door. Eventually I stood before the kitchen door…which was closed unlike usually.

"Did you…"

"No, that was the weird woman! She's in there Emmy, I swear!" My best friend was acting like a scared cat, holding a baseball bat with both hands as she hid behind my back…using me as a living shield. I honestly didn't believe her but my own tiredness forced me to overlook the ridiculousness of the situation.

"…Okay? Look, just let me talk to whoever's in there and we'll settle this, alright?"

"NO! What if she's a mass murderer!? A killer!? Or a rapist-"

"STOP! God, you're still alive so calm down and let me handle the situation." Without letting her give me a response I rushed into the kitchen, slammed the door shut and faced the stranger with my back.

For one, Sanyo didn't lie when she actually mentioned someone being in here. There was definitely a presence behind me…slurping on something?

*Clank*

"You're honestly handling the situation better than your friend, Miss. Quite impressive yet foolish when considering that I'm a stranger in your abode…"

That voice…and that noise before she spoke.

"…"

No. WAY.

"Wouldn't it be more fitting for both parties if we were to talk face to face?" Oh right. I'm still mesmerizing the pattern on the wooden door before me.

I dreaded to find out the answer to my suspicions. Even so, I didn't want to possibly anger the female person that was behind me at the moment…so I locked the door and turned around ever so slowly to be greeted by multiple things.

At first there was an out-of-place looking rifle resting against the kitchen table. It was beautifully painted in white, black and golden details in combination with the oddly looking scope. For one, I was shocked because I never saw an actual gun in my life, much less such a…unique one. The magazine of the rifle had a blue stripe in the middle that shone blue under the room's poor lighting.

Then was the cup of tea that was lying on the table before the person. Just like the rifle, it was colored in white porcelain with black and gold accents. A liquid within the cup was freshly steaming into the air, the room filled with the smell of Earl Grey. 'Sanyo's favorite flavor…'

"I apologize for taking a pack of tea without permission. I hope you two wouldn't have minded."

And lastly, the main reason for Sanyo's previous freak out. True to her words, there was a woman sitting on the opposite side of the table. Her clothes seemed…so out of place…the color scheme of blue, gold and black, the straps of leather on her arms…and then the fancy top hat. Also, her face seemed completely foreign to me: Blue make-up, blue lips, blue hair…everything looked so…perfect on her, her eyes boring into my soul.

I knew only one…'person' who had that look and voice. But I just couldn't believe it yet.

"Uhm…and w-who might you be M-Miss…?" Tension and nervousness got the better of me, any trace of calmness floating away as my social anxiety kicked in like a VTEC. At the worst moment.

The woman across didn't seem to be bothered by it as she grabbed her cup again, looking perfectly relaxed. "I'm not sure if you already heard of me but…shouldn't my appearance strike a chord in you? Or my tone?"

"I…c-can't be…r-really…be sure of that."

She pondered on my words before nodding to herself, taking a quick sip while pulling out something under the table. It seemed to be some sort of leather belt, a cogwheel on the front like a buckle as it displayed the letter…'C'. It looked…real, for the lack of a better word. I hesitantly stepped forward and reached out towards it, only stopping to look at the woman again for permission.

"Go on. The edges aren't sharp enough to harm you." With her consent I took the accessory from the wooden table, inspecting every one part of it. The metal was high-quality, even in comparison to today's standards. The leather seemed to be slightly worn out, yet its durability wasn't affected by it. True to her words, the cogwheel's teeth were dulled out on the edges.

Everything seemed perfect on her. Her look. Her clothes. Her gear.

It was a perfect match.

There was no mistaking it…

"S-Sheriff C…Caitlyn!?" The 'Sheriff of Piltover'…in my kitchen…talking with me as if it was a regular conversation…while analyzing me-

*Clank*

"Huh?" The sudden loud clatter of porcelain brought me out of my demeanor, my eyes snapping to the sound of her putting down another cup at my side…filled with Earl Grey. Meanwhile, Caitlyn only gave me an understanding gaze while gesturing at the newly prepared beverage.

"I can relate to your inner turmoil Emmy. Freaking out over this situation won't do you any good…"

"W-Wha…how do you..."

"How I know your name? Well, I had a bit of time to investigate everything around this room while your friend brought you here." She then trailer her gaze towards the fridge where some stuff still hang with the assistance of magnets. The most notable piece on there: A picture of me and Sanyo during her latest birthday, 'Emmy & Sanyo: Best friends forever' on the bottom.

"...Sorry, my bad Miss Caitlyn…"

"Oh, that's nothing you need to apologize for. However, with introductions out of the way, why don't we start over and help each other out?" Is she actually serious? Me helping Caitlyn, the person who could arrest dozens of criminals with sheer intellect alone?

…If she's not just joking around…

"S-Sure…" The tension was never lifted but it became easier to think now that the identity crisis has been solved. Seeing how the Sheriff of Piltover was enjoying her own drink I followed suit, taking a gulp of the tea in front of me.

It…was well served. Very well served so it could be enjoyed while it wasn't so hot that I'd burn my tongue.

"What do you think? I take it the tea is to your liking?"

"It is r-really, really well made Miss Caitlyn…" Come on brain, stop being so nervous around your favorite champion and possible role model- 'Oh.'

"Ha…hahaha!"

Against all my expectations, she actually laughed at my reaction. "My, so formal~. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the praise. I really do! Though seeing someone so timid after dealing with a town full of criminals seems so…cute."

…

Caitlyn indirectly called me cute.

…

THE Caitlyn called ME CUTE!?

"HEY! IF YOU'RE TRYING TO HIT ON MY BEST FRIEND MISS 'I-BREAK-INTO-OTHER-FEMALE'S-HOUSES' THEN I SWEAR-"

Woah, when did Sanyo get here!? And how did she open the door!? I locked it before turning around! I could only blink before my best friend took aim at the law enforcer's head. Time seemed to slow down as I watched Caitlyn stand up, put her cup away and…

*THUD*

"W-Wha-!?"

"I honestly hoped for your temper to go down after my currently talk...quite a shame. Protective but aggressive, a fiery combination indeed. Reminds me of a certain friend at work." Without even flinching she simply held the bat's upper half with a single hand, gripping it so tightly that Sanyo couldn't even wrench it out of her hands.

*Tug*

"H-Hey! Stop that!" And…she just did the exact thing I thought off…took her bat, inspected it with a glance and lowered her arm before putting it aside, next to her cup. The sheriff stood up for a few more seconds while taking in Sanyo's shock-written face. Even I was left dumbfounded. Who knew that such an elegant woman had so much muscle strength!?

HOLD ON! WRONG DIRECTION! What am I even saying!?

'Focus Emmy! She isn't a champion for nothing…'

"So…could we now be able to hold an intellectual conversation?" The tinge of carefully hidden frustration didn't go unnoticed by me, making me cast my eyes down. To my dismay, Sanyo saw my reaction and instantly copied not only the direction of my gaze but also my expression.

"Uhm…sorry Emmy? Do you…know her or stuff?"

"Well…I do. It's just so…complicated." Our 'guest' seemed to slightly perk up at that, made herself comfortable on her chair down and made a gesture with her hands that asked of us to sit down. We complied without any response.

"Good. If you're still confused about my presence then let me assure you both that I'm in the same position as you. So…Emmy." Getting called out by my name I couldn't help but look at the woman whose voice held so much authority and calmness.

"You seem to have recognized me when looking at me possibly for the first time." Suppress the flinch Emmy. Suppress it! "We haven't met before, yet you weren't as shocked about my presence…rather by my identity. You called me by my name which I never told you and even knew my moniker."

She completely used her detective skills on me…she read me like an open book the entire time, never left my body out of her view. She even chose her previous words carefully and made me drop her identity without prying further in. Truly a pro of master of her skills...

I was too tense to notice all of it. And now I'd face the consequences.

*Clank*

"So please. Would you care to elaborate on that matter Emmy and Sanyo? I'm sure that you know something about this."

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(To be continued…)

(Fire Me): In case you're wondering, cliffhangers are my style. Since not much has been actually going on in that Chapter you can view it as some kind of prologue. Even then it's still the first release and I'm not sure if I'll continue this thing or not.

Hoped you liked this new project of mine and until next time!

The Sir's out!