Taric and Ahri sat behind their desk, sweating nervously. Silence pervaded in the office as the duo exchanged anxious glances, while being glared at by a pair of empty white eyes that belonged a certain Fallen Angel.

Taric, being the gentleman, reluctantly spoke up. "So then, good lady, what brings you here?" He smiled as nonchalantly as he could as Morgana continued giving him the evil eye.

"I think you of all people would know why I am here," she said callously. Taric gulped as Ahri stepped up to the plate.

"I... Guess that's right, Morg! So, uh..." Ahri composed herself and stared into Morgana's piercing white eyes. "Who would... You like?"

The two matchmakers caught sight of the slightest hint of a blush on Morgana's on the pale purple of Morgana's cheeks. "That... That Targonian man."

Ahri stole a worried glance at her partner and winced. What was once a sheen of sweat on his forehead soon turned into a torrent as his eyes showed nothing but sheer panic. He'd gotten steamrolled by the woman far more times than he'd want to admit. She started getting panicked herself as the Shield of Valoran clenched a glowing amethyst in his hand, its brightness amplifying by the second.

"A little more specific?" Ahri asked, furtively scanning her eyes over Taric every few seconds.

"The baker."

The light from the gemstone died as Taric sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off his brow. However, his usual smile was now absent from his face. Ahri groaned. Just mentioning the other to Taric or Pantheon would make them annoyed. Ahri, once again, decided that she needed to speak up.

"Well, what about our little Rakkor did you find attractive?" Ahri questioned, her confidence rising. Conversations like this were where she shone.

"Well, he bakes. I bake. We baked together once, and... He was so nice. It was as though my background of being a malevolent, disgraced angel meant nothing to him. He treated me as he would anyone else. And somewhere along the line in that kitchen, I..." She fell silent, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, that's... Surprisingly sweet. Anything else?"

"Er, I was actually on the fence for some time due to his being a mortal..." She pulled out a magazine from her dress and opened it on the table. "Then Cassiopeia gave me this."

The matchmakers stared at the page in front of them, completely dumbfounded. Ahri's ears perked up. Taric nearly crushed the gem in his hand. For standing by a pool in nothing but his Speedo and trademark helmet, was Targon's one and only Aspect of War, showing off his chiseled abs and rippling biceps in an unbelievably enticing runway pose. His impeccable pecs and unnaturally well-toned legs seemed to shimmer from the water on them, as did the rest of his body. They continued to stare at the ripped Rakkor in a stupor until the Fallen Angel pulled the magazine off the table.

"At that moment, I knew that he must be mine." The two muttered something about how her decision was a no-brainer under their breaths.

"Well? Will you assist me in this ordeal or not?" Morgana said, glowering at the pair expectantly. Taric, composing himself, cleared his throat.

"Of... Course. We'll help you get together with that senseless warmong-"

The otherworldly chains lashed out, and he would have been choked out on the spot if he hadn't ducked. The evaded Soul Shackles shot over his head and obliterated the window behind him, letting the hilly evening air into the room. As he peeked out from behind the table, his eyes met the soul-piercing glare of a significantly enraged Morgana.

"DO NOT SPEAK ILL OF HIM, WRETCH," she hissed, sending chills crawling up the duo's spines.

However, in spite of her canine nature, Ahri never backed down from a catfight, especially one with a woman who had attacked on of her friends. She growled menacingly as her ball steadily grew brighter with blue light. Morgana vehemently responded in kind as a raised hand shimmered in purple energy.

The posturing continued for about five more seconds till a brilliant purple flash blinded the two women, making them shriek and sink to the floor. Taric looked down disapprovingly on the two as they sprawled on the floor, clutching their eyes. He set the amethyst back onto the table gently.

"Now, as I was saying," he said, showing little concern for the women on the ground. "Ahri and I shall assist you for 4000 gold." A groan of assent came from the blinded angel. He beamed. "Perfect. Now, allow me to take you both to Shen's."


After dropping off the two disgruntled (and near-blind) women at the good doctor's hospital ward, Taric set off for the place his least favorite Aspect would spend after a long day of battle on the Rift: the bar.

Upon entering Gragas' establishment, he scanned his eyes over the place. He spotted his mark, who was somehow chugging the beverage in spite of the helmet. He walked over and took the seat next to Pantheon.

Immediately, the atmosphere around the Aspects darkened. Any champions at the bar gave them wide berth. Vi and a very wasted Jayce looked up from their drinking contest. Olaf and Tryndamere ceased their arm wrestle and cautiously stared at the two Targonians. All eyes seemed to be on them.

"Why are you here?" Pantheon growled.

"Just asking how the baking is coming along," Taric replied, unintimidated. He ordered some wine from Gragas, who was understandably on edge. "I might get a present for Diana."

Pantheon huffed. As little as he respected the man next to him, the Aspect of the Moon didn't really bother him. Honestly, he wondered why Leona hated her so much. "Nothing much. Just a cake for Ashe and Tryndamere's anniversary. I'm halfway done so far."

Taric sipped his drink. "Sounds hard. Do you have help?"

"Well, there was the owner of Sinful Succulence. Morgana, wasn't it? She assists me in the task sometimes."

Bingo.

"Ah, her. Do you know each other well?"

"Not much. Although she does seem like a decent friend and ally." His red eyes narrowed. "However, she seems very distant whenever we converse. I believe I would like to know her better. And, uh, is something the matter?"

Taric was holding back tears of gratitude as he silently thanked the Protector profusely, as Pantheon stared at him, confused.

"Well then, I believe I may have just the thing for you," Taric said, regaining his composure. The Shield of Valoran pulled out two tickets, which Pantheon stared at curiously.

"These are two tickets to a food exhibition being done by the Institute for champions in two days. Champions go there for eating the delicacies prepared by their fellows and creating some delicacies themselves. Interested?" He waved the two tickets enticingly.

The Artisan of War eyed the tickets in suspicion before taking the tickets. "I do not know your motives, but you seem as though you are willing to help me. So I'll take you up on your assistance."

"Brilliant! I've got spare tickets anyway, so I'll be seeing you there!" Downing the rest of his wine, he left his payment on the table and cheerfully waved a hand at the bewildered Targonian as he left the bar, who dumbly waved back.

Pantheon sighed and shook his head once Taric was gone. "Demacians. Why are they all so weird?"


"Are you actually serious about me wearing this reproachful garment?" Morgana said, staring at the sundress in Ahri's hands in contempt. The simple piece of clothing was a blinding white, with a lace flower at the beginning of each shoulder strap. Long story short, she thought it was deplorable.

"Of course I am, Morg. How are you going to sweep Panth off his feet without proper clothes?" Ahri shook the dress in her hands. "I mean, do you really think he'll appreciate those clothes on your date!"

"That thing looks hideous," Morgana sniffed.

"Well, maybe you might think that, but with these..." The fox set the dress down and picked up a pair of sandals (also white) and a massive floppy hat (white again) with a black lace flower on it. Morgana backed up to the wall of the dressing room, horrified.

"There is no way in the Void you could ever get me to wear those repulsive things!" She shrieked.

"Morg. Put. Them. On." Ahri growled, tightening her grip on the clothes in her hands. "NOW."

Morgana stuck her nose into the air, defiant.

"Fine then." Ahri said softly. She then lunged for the Fallen Angel, who screamed in shock and indignation. The two scuffled violently in the changing room as Ahri tried to yank Morgana's clothes off with force, which Morgana met with clutching onto her clothing in a vice grip, occasionally swinging a fist at the fox, who responded in kind. They continued shrieking and howling as they grappled and wrestled around the room, each dead set on their respective goal as they remained locked in the vicious battle to the death.


Taliyah and Malphite stared at the changing room's door in fear as the battle between the two women raged on. They heard the screams and howls of rage and shock from both Morgana and Ahri, amidst the pounding on the door, shattering of glass and the tearing of clothing. The young Shuriman looked up at the Shard of the Monolith.

"Should we...?" A rocky hand was put on her shoulder.

"Let's... Let's leave them be."


Taric whistled a merry Demacian tune as he opened the door to his office, content with the fact that his end of the plan went swimmingly.

"Ladies! I have wonderf-huh?"

He stared incredulously at the two women on the chairs in front of him. Morgana was wearing an odd set of clothes, her hair was a complete mess, and a plethora of bruises, scratches, and a even few bite marks decorated her skin. Ahri was no better, with her clothes tattered and hair ruined, and she had her own set of bruises and scratches, with the odd chain marking here and there. It was as though they had escaped from a brutal and bloody battle left with nothing but their lives

"Wh-What..."

"It was her," they said simultaneously.


Morgana tugged the edge of the dress irritably. The thing looked and felt comfortable for the most part, but the lace hem simply refused to stop itching. The hat actually did a decent job of shielding her from the afternoon sun, and the shoes weren't all bad either. She gave the hem a few more annoyed pulls, before giving up and focusing on the Targonian at her side.

God, he looked stunning. A red tank top covered his bronze, ripped chest. A pair of brown cargo shorts were what clothed his sculpted thighs, and a simple pair of sandals protected his feet. Morgana tried her best not to stare at the hunk next to her.

The food exhibition itself was rather boring. They decided to refrain from making their own pastries, so they could spend more time with each other, but the entire event failed to catch their attention. Sure, there were some nice dishes from the various corners of Valoran, but most of them were plain and uninteresting. Of course, Morgana didn't mind. She was content with chatting with the burly Artisan of War, and he seemed to feel the same.

Maybe those idiots actually are capable of pulling this off, she thought.

She spotted them various times at various stalls or behind trees. It was quite obvious that they were tailing the couple. She honestly wondered how the two had stuck at 'just friends,' given the amount of time they spent together, but then decided that the answer was quite obvious. Ahri was beautiful, but not in the kind of way that Taric liked, and Ahri was likely to lose interest within a week, given her nature. They did seem to work out better as 'just friends' anyway.

"Morgana, this croissant is rather nice. You should try some." Pantheon's voice snapped her out of her daydream. The two were standing in front of a stall managed by none other than Singed.

She immediately became wary. As a champion that mainly associated herself with Noxus, she knew Singed very well. Well enough, in fact, that she knew that everything he offered was probably spiked with all sorts of horrifying chemicals.

"Singed," she began slowly. "There is nothing in Pantheon's croissant, correct?"

The Mad Chemist shrugged. "Just stuff for flavor." Morgana saw his cheeks rise in a sleazy grin. "If you know what I mean."

She summoned her chains, which dangled loosely from her hands. Singed eyed the ethereal bindings warily. He knew she wasn't messing around.

"Don't toy with me, Singed," Morgana said, with a dangerous edge to her tone. "What is in Pantheon's croissant?"

Singed hesitated, before sighing. "Well, it's-"

"Morgana."

The three looked up into the skies, bewildered at the sudden commanding voice. Morgana's heart sank as she saw who it was.

Why can't that wench just mind her own business?

Kayle descended from the skies in full armor. Her holy sword was in her hand, ready for use if needed.

"Tell me, sister," she said. "Why would you have those chains of yours out at a peaceful gathering such as this?"

Both Pantheon and Singed backed away a bit, staring at the siblings in a mixture of caution and fear. A confrontation between the two never ended on a positive note, and at an occasion such as this the consequences would be disastrous.

"And just why are you so intent on interrupting my peaceful alone time?" Morgana hissed.

"Those bindings seem to tell me that your 'alone time' is anything but peaceful." If Kayle's helmet was off, they'd probably be able to see her eyes in a squint.

Pantheon's and Singed's eyes met, and they had a mutual understanding that the confrontation had to be stopped at all costs.

"Guys?"

The two bewildered men turned around to see Taric and Ahri, who were standing by, visibly frightened and nervous. The Aspect of War marched over and seized Taric by the shoulders.

"Help us stop them. NOW."

The duo's eyes met, and the four of them began charging to the two siblings, intent on stopping the inevitable brawl that was about to break out.

However, any efforts they might have taken would have been instantly voided by the purple energy that began ominously swirling around Morgana, a clear act of aggression.

"So that's that, then," Kayle declared. Her sword ignited with holy flames.

"Kayle..." Morgana said, her voice dangerously low. "Get. Lost." She gritted her teeth when the Judicator didn't move an inch.

"NOW."

Kayle responded with a swing of her sword, sending a mighty fireball at her sister. Morgana effortlessly blocked it with a Black Shield. The Fallen Angel retaliated with bolts of dark energy, which Kayle managed to duck away from. The angel swooped from the skies in a direct charge at her fallen sister. Morgana shrieked in rage before launching a signature Dark Binding at her sister. The spell made contact with Kayles raised blade, setting off an explosion that left the grounds shrouded in dust and falling dirt.

The four bystanders picked themselves off the ground to see the two sisters in a tense staredown. Kayle was bathed in the holy light of her Intervention. Morgana bit back a curse. Both siblings prepared another spell, before launching it at each other.

Pantheon and Singed finally managed to react quicker than the two matchmakers and intervened. Singed leaped in the way of the Dark Binding, effectively using his riot shield to block the brunt of the attack. Pantheon leaped into the path of Kayle's Reckoning raising the Aegis of Zeonia to protect himself and his baking buddy.

The projectile phased through the ancient shield and struck the Targonian Warrior in the chest, searing a hole into the tank top. Pantheon staggered, surprised at the smoke rising from his torso, before crumpling onto the ground.

Morgana stared at Pantheon as he fell, frozen in shock. Her expression then rapidly changed into one of sheer, unadulterated fury and hatred.

"Oh boy," said Taric, Ahri, and Singed.

"KAAAAAAAAYLEEEEE!" With a howl of rage, Morgana sent forth her chains at a blinding speed, successfully ensnaring her sister, who was alarmed at the sudden display of raw emotion from her fallen sibling. With a roar of exertion, Morgana yanked the chains over her shoulder, pulling Kayle sky high. The Fallen Angel brought her hands down, yanking the Judicator from the skies and straight into Singed's stall, releasing a massive cloud of dust as the angel smashed the counter into pieces. Taric and Ahri winced at Morgana's brutality. Singed mourned the loss of all his pastries of questionable composition.

"M-Morg...Ana," Pantheon grunted, slowly picking himself off the ground.

Morgana rushed to his side instantly, eyes wide in panic and concern. "Yes? Yes, Pantheon?"

The Targonian suddenly dropped to his knees, his hands raised in a pleading gesture.

"Please, do me the honor of being my lover!"

Three jaws dropped around the kneeling Pantheon. One face went a deep crimson.

"Wha-What is the meaning of-"

Pantheon leapt to his feet. "Seeing you wage such a fierce battle against your sister was simply spectacular! I was simply entranced by the way you moved and fought!" The Targonian appeared to calm down. "And even so, I wanted to get to know you better. I've always seen you as a friend, Morgana."

Pantheon stepped closer to the blushing Fallen Angel. "So please, allow me to be the one who is special in your life."

"I...I..." Morgana was speechless. She'd never expected those two fools to pull this off, but here she was. And because of that, she'd might as well take this opportunity by the throat.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Pantheon. I've always liked you. You always treated me like a normal person when everyone shunned me, and for that, I've loved you."

"Perfect! You've made me very happy, Morgana! And now..." The Artisan of War swept Morgana off her feet and into his muscled arms. Morgana let out an embarrassed squeak in shock.

"We shall bake the finest cakes in all of Runeterra! Just the two of us! Onward!" And with that, Pantheon took off with Morgana in his arms. The blushing angel looked over Pantheon's back at the smiling matchmakers. She gave a small nod of gratitude. Taric nodded back, and Ahri gave her a double thumbs up. Eventually, the couple eventually left their field of vision, off to bake pastries with the other at their side.


After Pantheon and Morgana had left, Singed walked over to Taric and Ahri, who were congratulating each other for a job well done. They turned to him once he drew near.

"Thanks for the help, Singed. I honestly didn't think your end of the plot would work," Taric said gratefully.

"Yeah, that love potion thing in your croissant worked out a lot better than I thought."

Singed huffed. "It's not a love potion! It just releases some inhibitions in a person. It made Pantheon more likely to hop in front of Kayle's attack. Everything that followed was out of my control." Singed began to smile contentedly. "This was quite entertaining. Feel free to call me again if you need my services."

Taric smiled, surprised. "Why, thank you, Singed. Truly, we are indebted to you for helping with this task." Ahri nodded behind him in agreement.

Singed suddenly began to cackle maliciously, frightening the duo in front of him. "Indebted, eh? In that case..."

He pulled out a vial that held a liquid of an odious green hue. Taric and Ahri shrank away from the thing in Singed's outstretched hand, their fear increasing by the second.

"I've been meaning to test this on someone for quite some time now, so..." His cheeks rose in a psychotic grin of pure madness.

"Who's up for a drink then, hmm?"

The next morning, the cafeteria was buzzing about talk of how the two matchmakers were chased all across the institute by a crazed Singed for the rest of the day, screaming all the while as they were chased the laughing psychopath.


And that's another one!

I got the idea of putting Morgana in a chapter after reading a suggestion to keep a Morgana X Kled chapter, and strangely enough, I actually managed to see it work in my head. Unfortunately, I decided it didn't fit with his character, given how he wants everyone dead, and sadly had to scrap it.

This brings me to say something quite important. Ships that seem unfitting with a champion's character will most likely be doomed to never sail. I am a huge stickler for canon, and that's honestly too bad if there's a ship you like, and it's even worse if I like it too and can actually see it work. So, yeah, just keep that in mind.

Also, if you're wondering why the gap was so big between this chapter and the last one, I started another fanfic titled The Misadventures of Jhin and Yasuo, in case you didn't know by now. It's something that I work on in between chapters/arcs of this fanfic while waiting for suggestions and looking for ideas, so that's what's going to be updated next. I'd really appreciate it if you go and check it out.

Anyway, thank you all once again for reading this fanfic. Be sure to leave a review with your thoughts and suggestions on who you want to see in the next chapter. See ya.