Hi! This is my first time posting a LoL fic. If the summary was confusing, this is gist of the story. Twisted Fate and Evelynn knew each other before the League.

They are not romantically involved, nor will be. There are no lovey-dovey feeling between, requited or not. They are simply FRIENDS. If you wanted to see a blossoming, already well-developed, relationship(of the boyfriend+girlfriend/lovers variety), then you are out of luck here.

There will be innuendo and suggestive comments. However, they will not be explored. But that comes later. This first chapter is simply the Card Master's introduction to the League of Legends.

~Zarathna

FUN FACTS:

My inspiration for this story was:

1) Evelynn and TF being the only Champs with Tango skins;

2) TF's lore being fairly vague about his time with Dr. Xavier;

and 3) Evelynn's very obscure lore.

~Please enjoy!

Chapter: Parlor Tricks

Character(s): Twisted Fate, OC, twenty unimportant guards who lose their lives to TF's deck of cards(Why am I even mentioning them? You'll see in a moment. Don't get all huffy at me! Geez!).

(Possible) Pairings(?): None(I told you there's none of that!)

Warning(s): Reader Discretion is Advised for Mild(what's mild to me- On second thought...) Er... Graphic Violence.


Twisted Fate smiled to himself. His luck had led him to the Institute of War.

He stood before the large, stone steps, cards of red, blue, and gold glowing as they flowed and flitted through the air around the Card Master. He stepped forward, calling the cards back to his hand with a mere thought. He was halfway up the steps, shuffling the primary colored cards between his hands with magic, when an entourage of guards met with him.

"Name and business," demanded the foremost sentry.

A deep chuckle rang in Twisted's throat. He placed his hands in the air, deck of cards looking innocent in his palm.

"I've had many names, but you can call me Twisted."

The armored enforcers of the Institute gave each other looks of confusion.

Who the hell was this cowboy?

"Twisted?" asked the closest guard again.

"Yep, Twisted, as in Twisted Fate!"

The cards sprang forth from his palm, shearing through the air towards the baffled sentinels. The first two cards, a crimson followed by a cerulean, sliced through the neck of the soldier who had spoken to Twisted.

The bloodied cards continued, taking separate paths, as their victim fell lifeless to the sun-warmed stone below. Two more cards, red and gold, killed a second guard, completely severing his head from his body. The deck of cards then darted away from the soldiers, as if pulled by several invisible strings. Red, gold, and blue buzzed with agitation around the sentinels. Two guards shared a look before rushing at Twisted Fate.

Twisted smirked, reaching out to the cards with his mind. He picked two, a gold and a blue, and sent them at the oncoming guards.

The enforcers fell to the ground, blood spraying out of the slits in their throats. Twisted chuckled at the looks of shock on their faces as they clutched in vain at their bleeding necks.

"Anyone else?" Twisted asked, holding his arms out in a way that taunted.

The rest of the armored men charged at the Card Master. Moments passed in a flurry of red, gold, blue, and steel. The final few guards dropped dead, revealing a man in a summoner's robes.

"I hear there's a 'League of Legends'." Twisted said conversationally, as if he and the Summoner were old friends, and he hadn't just killed twenty men. "Ya think I could join?"

The Summoner glared at him through narrowed eyes before turning and motioning for Twisted Fate to follow.


"Th-b-b-b-b-th-that's all, folks!"

Oh, I love Porky Pig, and I just couldn't resist.

Anyhow, that's it for now, folks. See you next time!

~Zarathna


NEXT TIME ON THE DEVIL'S TWISTED TANGO:

"You're a ruthless man, Mr. Fate."

Twisted laughed at the elderly Summoner.

"Oh, I ain't even close to ruthless, Calavus. I'm just a man of the gambling variety."