"Shyvana's pregnant!" Everyone exclaimed. Perhaps she is. Or, I can be trolling. Who knows? Oh wait, I do. Am I trolling you? Hmm, maybe or maybe not~
Alright, so I've never wrote lemon before, in fact, I've never thought about sex… Heh… So, my last chapter sort of sucked, first time writing lemon… And I've made many, many typos, no matter how many times I've re-read, there's always typos. So, I apologize.
Okay, this is off-topic but, I got an Imperial Lux mouse pad for my birthday present. I'm happy, very, very happy~ MY FEELS. Ahem, sorry. It's just that I've summoned Lux for a long time now, and I extremely love her play styles. You can say that she can be called my favourite champion.
Umm, yeah, so enjoy and I'll see you in the next chapter.
Ohohoh, by the way, this chapter is dedicated to Waffleface, because he/she gave me a great idea for the story. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Oh yes, before I start, I would like to ask you guys a question:
Would you like a tragic ending or a happy ending? Send a review to me. Thank you~
Shyvana sat down in the infirmary, biting her lips as she waited for the results of her recent illness. She had just received a check-up for her body, hoping for the most positive response from the doctor.
"Please not pregnancy, please not pregnancy…" Shyvana repeated, stressed. She started fidgeting with her fingers, impatient. With a twist on the door knob, the doctor came in with a file in his hand.
"Good day, Shyvana," He smiled. "I assume you feel better."
Shyvana gave a soft smile. "Sort of…" Shyvana replied, continuing to bite her lower lip.
"I see," He muttered, staring at Shyvana's file. "So, what did you do yesterday?"
Shyvana coughed, "Pardon?"
"What did you do yesterday?" The doctor repeated, putting his glasses on.
"Well, you know, stuff." Shyvana said, her eyes flickering all over the place.
"Stuff," The doctor said, he stared at Shyvana. "What kind of stuff?"
Shyvana gulped. "Well, it's sort of private…"
The doctor continued to look at Shyvana's behaviour, avoiding eye contact, body twitching and impatient. "Forget it," The doctor interrupted, chuckling. "I'm just pulling your tail, Shyvana, no worries."
Shyvana exhaled in relief. "So can you tell me… the results?" She asked, impatient. Her toes were tapping on the wooden floor.
"Alright," He began. "I assume that-"
"I'm pregnant, am I?" Shyvana blurred out, covering her face in shame.
The doctor gave Shyvana a strange face. "Pregnant? Shyvana… What are you talking about? You just had a stomach flu and that was all. No baby in you at all."
Shyvana shot up, "It's not?" Shyvana asked. "B-But then, I was vomiting and I started to get cramps all over my body and did you check the file right? I think you-"
"Calm down," The old man ordered Shyvana. "You have no life form within you, don't worry."
Shyvana exhaled once more. "T-Thank you." Shyvana stood up and head for the door.
"Oh yes, Shyvana?" The doctor's voice came on. She turned to the doctor and gave him a curious look.
"Be careful." He said, shooing her out of his office.
Shyvana gave him a salute and walked out of the infirmary happily. As she walked the hallway and past the doors, she spotted Vayne, the Night Hunter. Shyvana doesn't know Vayne, they only met once. Her first impression for Vayne was cold, emotionless and bloodthirsty.
"Oh? It's the half-dragon, what brings you to the infirmary?" Vayne hissed. Loading her crossbow.
"Check up." Shyvana answered, plainly.
"Like I give a mother fucking witch for that." Vayne muttered, rolling her eyes.
Shyvana frowned. "You were the one who asked. Not me."
"Whatever," Vayne said acting like a typical teenager mixed with a pre-matured woman. "Are you joining the League? They're looking for another champion from Demacia." Vayne muttered silently.
Shyvana raised her brow, "What? What's the League?"
Vayne sighed, "You must be living under a rock if you don't know what the League is, Shyvana." Vayne said.
"Can you tell me what the League is then?" Shyvana asked.
"What is the magic word?" Vayne taunted the half-dragon. Shyvana's eyes twitched and sighed.
"Please?"
"Very well then," Vayne started. "The League of Legends is an organization." Then she stopped, Shyvana waited.
"And?" Shyvana said, after a brief moment.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you expect to me to say more?" Vayne muttered. "Typical beast... Always stupid."
"I guess that's why the prince didn't choose you…" Shyvana huffed under her breath.
Vayne glared at Shyvana, piercing through her soul. "What did you just say?"
"I said that-" Shyvana started, but a bugle sound interrupted her. The two women turned to see the bugle sound came from. It was from a man, perhaps a messenger, coming toward their way. The man stopped in front of Shyvana and shoved a scroll at her. Shyvana accepted the scroll as the man began to speak.
"The King of Demacia wishes to see Shyvana, the half-dragon, immediately." The messenger said, inviting Shyvana to the Lightshield Manor.
Vayne gave off a sinister laugh. "I wonder if the King will exile you."
Shyvana gulped, wondering if the King already knew what happened yesterday with Jarvan and herself.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shyvana repeated to herself multiple times as she followed the messenger to the Lightshield Manor. As they made it to the manor, Garen was already at the front gate of the Lightshield House.
"Hi Shyvana," He greeted, looking down at her outfit, a simple white sleeved dress that falls just above her knees and black cone heels. Her hair was straight and combed, with a rose pin holding her side bangs in place. "You look quite nice; this is the perfect impression for the King. He likes it simple, yet, elegant."
"Is that a compliment?" Shyvana muttered.
"I guess so," Garen shrugged, walking in the front gate. The messenger bowed, telling Shyvana to enter. Shyvana nodded and walked in.
As they passed through the beautiful garden, Shyvana started to remember what Lux said about if Shyvana ever meet the king. Remember to sit legs crossed, back up straight, beautiful poise, polite voice, smile on your face, behave like a noble lady, never insult the king, don't curse under your breath, and if you're eating in front of the king, close your mouth while eating.
As they walked in the manor, Shyvana was amazed by the decorations on the wall, portraits of the ancient kings, ancestors of Lightshield family, and the princes themselves. As they made it in the end of the hallway, Shyvana spotted her lover's portrait within a beautiful golden frame, causing her to smile. She looked at Garen afterwards, who looked at the grand door at the end of the hallway. The messenger opened the door, revealing the great hall.
"Remember, first impression is the last impression." Garen whispered at Shyvana, signaling her to enter the room. Shyvana nodded, walking in, keeping her back straight. The king of Demacia was sitting in a throne, keeping his eye on Shyvana. Next to him was the crowned prince of Demacia. Shyvana tried to keep her eye on the king and when she was in the middle of the room. She gave a gentle bow.
"My king, I've brought Shyvana here as you wished." Garen bowed down, pushing his sword down beside him.
The king laughed. "Good job, Crownguard!" His voice boomed through the room.
Garen thanked him as he sat down in his seat.
"My lord, I, Shyvana, am here as you requested." Shyvana said, in a polite and soft voice. She held on to the scroll.
The king observed Shyvana and nodded. "Very well, please take a seat." The king said after a moment of silence, he gave a signal to Shyvana to take the seat beside Garen.
"As you wish, my dear lord." Shyvana said as she walked over to the seat beside Garen as Jarvan gave her a small smirk. As Shyvana sat down, she quickly crossed her legs and kept her back up straight. As the Demacian prince observed Shyvana's poise, his father began speaking.
"Now, I bet you are wondering why I've summoned you," The king started, to Shyvana. "Open the scroll and read it out loud."
Shyvana stared at the scroll and opened it. She unraveled the scroll and began reading.
Dear Shyvana,
We invite you to join the League of Legends as a champion representing Demacia; and if you're interested please contact the King of Demacia. We hope you accept our invitation and interview.
We hope to see you in the future,
Vessaria Kolminye.
After Shyvana finished talking, the King nodded and smiled.
"Shyvana, will you accept the invitation?" The king asked.
"If it pleases my lord then I will accept." Shyvana answered.
Jarvan the third, smiled widely. "Wonderful," He turned to his son. "You have a brilliant eye for women, son."
Jarvan flushed, looking at Shyvana which made Shyvana to look at him, giving him a soft smile.
"Thank you, father." Jarvan replied, turning his attention to the King.
Jarvan III looked at Shyvana, and smirked. "Shyvana, is it?" He asked.
Shyvana nodded.
"Are you by chance from any Noble family?" The King asked.
"N-No, my lord, I am not," Shyvana bowed, apologizing. "My father is a dragon and my mother is a simple Demacian farm girl."
The king frowned. "Oh? That is tragic. I was hoping for you to marry my dear friend's son, who is desperate for a wife…"
Jarvan gave a stern look at Shyvana, Shyvana looked at him, giving him eye signals to show him that she is fine.
Shyvana bowed deeply, turning her attention to the king. "I'm sorry, my lord." She apologized once more.
"No matter, there are many other women in the ocean for him." The king said, muttering.
Garen stand up, looking at the King. "My lord, should we tell Shyvana about the recent discovery."
"Oh yes," The king said, leaving Shyvana completely confused. He turned to his son. "Son, please tell Shyvana the discovery."
Jarvan coughed and started talking. "Archeologists found some strange gauntlets that took form into a dragon. And strangely, it was found within the earth just below of your mother's hometown. We assume it has some relations with you or with your race. We would like you to go there and see if there's any connection with you."
"If that is what you desire, my prince…" Her voice was raspy at the word 'prince'. "I'll go." She said, in a rather mad voice.
Jarvan chuckled. "Very well then…" He turned to his father and signaled him to take it from there.
"You'll leave in thirty-five minutes," The king began. "I'll select a troop to follow you-"
"That isn't needed, my lord." Shyvana interrupted.
"Oh?" The king said as his eyes widened.
"It's just that I want to see my hometown again without the military's support." Shyvana started, the king looked at her with his wise eyes. "My mother never did like the military; I'm scared it would disrupt her spirit." Shyvana lied.
"Very well then if that is what you wanted," The king stated. "Do you have anyone that you want to company you?" He suddenly asked.
She thought about Jarvan, but the king would think something is up. "Uh, no, my king I-"
"I would like to tag along." Jarvan suddenly said, rising up from his chair.
The king raised a brow. "Oh? Why is that, Jarvan?"
"I would like to see the gauntlets myself," Jarvan began. Shyvana noticed that every word that escaped from his mouth was stern and serious. No sign of lies and envy within. "It would more experiences for me."
The king raised his hand and nodded his head. "I'll grant your wish," He directed his loyal attention to Shyvana. "Shyvana, will that be alright with you?"
Shyvana nodded. "Of course my lord, anything you say." Shyvana answered, bowing.
"Dismiss." The king roared out, as Garen and Shyvana bowed to the king and prince of Demacia. After that, they fled the grand hall.
"Nice impression." Garen started, after the messenger took his separate way.
"I tried," Shyvana muttered, softly. "You got to thank Lux for that. She was the one who taught me everything."
Garen chuckled. "I'll send her your compliments," He looked at Shyvana and frowned. He looked to see if anyone was tailing or around them. He leaned in and whispered to Shyvana. "So tell me," Garen started. "What is between you and Jarvan?"
Shyvana gulped as her body froze. "Nothing, I'm just an Elite Guard and he's the prince." She lied, trying to keep everything calm.
"Fool," Garen started. "I know something is going on-"
"Don't you have work to get back to?" Shyvana started, hissing at the Vanguard leader.
Garen sighed and walked toward the other direction. "Fine… Jarvan will meet you at the outskirts of Demacia. Be prompt." He left without another word.
As Shyvana left the palace, she gave a soft exhale. Thinking about what Garen just told her, he knew something was up. Shyvana started to panic inside as her outer appearance remained the same, calm and mysterious. She quickly rushed home and changed her outfit. She opened her closet and saw her red armour that her father gave her years ago. The outfit she wore when she met Jarvan. Shyvana stripped her dress and high heels and tossed them on the bed, and quickly stripped on her armour. Tying her hair up into her usual braid, she grabbed her keys and walked out of the Demacian outskirts.
Shyvana looked at the sun in the sky, blasting rays on Shyvana. Shyvana sighed as shadows formed around Shyvana's eyes, covering them. Shyvana started to panic as the voice placed his head on Shyvana's shoulder, kissing her sensitive neck.
"Guess." The voice said to Shyvana. Shyvana grinned happily as she grabbed the prince's hands.
"You know…" Shyvana started. "I don't like surprises." She pushed the prince's hands away from her face, turning her face toward his.
Jarvan chuckled. "Well then, maybe I should give you more surprises and piss you off."
Shyvana laughed. "Try me." She added as Jarvan leaned in for a kiss. Shyvana smiled and accepted the kiss, the chain reaction leading to Jarvan pulling her in, causing the kiss to be more intense. As they break apart, Jarvan led Shyvana into the airy forest. As Jarvan hold Shyvana's hand, Shyvana blushed and looked away from Jarvan, staring at the hundred year old trees surrounding them.
"Shyvana," Jarvan's voice echoed through the forest. "Can I ask you something?"
Shyvana doesn't look at Jarvan and shrugged, squeezing his hand. "It depends."
"Depends on what?" Jarvan muttered, looking at the half-dragon.
"The question, is it negative or positive?" Shyvana asked, gazing at the Demacian prince, she has loved dearly.
"Positive?" Jarvan said as there was a rise within his tone.
"Ask." Shyvana said, focusing on twisting her braid.
"So tell me, did you felt any dizziness or any illness this morning?" Jarvan questioned, taking his free hand and rubbed his neck.
Shyvana fake coughed after his question. "N-No," Shyvana part-lied, taking a deep breath while switching her attention from her braid to her lover: "I'm not going to be pregnant any time soon." Thinking of the vomiting and cramps and the infirmary visit this morning
Jarvan gave strange look at Shyvana. "Who said anything about pregnancy?" He asked, puzzled. Shyvana studied the gentleman while her face coloured into a deep shade of flaming red.
"Y-You weren't?" Shyvana stuttered, cussing to herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he didn't say anything about you baring a child, why did you say something about pregnancy, why Shyvana why!
He stretched his arm out. "Nope, not at all, however… if you were I-"
Shyvana raised up her unbounded hand. "Nope, no children," She started. Deep inside buried inside her heart, she admits that the fact she have loved children and always wanted some of her own one day. However, this isn't the time. Why? Jarvan was going to marry Fiora. Already, Shyvana felt guilty about being the third person in that strange relationship. And if she was pregnant, it would cause ruptured chaos and everyone will go insane."For now, I guess." She added, puckering her lips.
Suddenly, Jarvan let go of Shyvana's hand. Shyvana was about to ask him what was wrong, but then, she realized, they've made it to Shyvana's birthplace.
"Act neutral." Jarvan commented, walking in the village.
"Your command is my wish." Shyvana answered back, following Jarvan as they were greeted by the Archeologists. A man with blonde hair smiled at Shyvana and Jarvan.
"So, Jarvan, is she the guest of honours?" the blonde haired man smiled, looking at Jarvan.
Jarvan nodded, twisting his body to Shyvana. "This is Ezreal," Jarvan explained. "He is a famed Explorer from Piltover."
Ezreal waved. "Nice to meet you," Ezreal greeted.
Shyvana waved back. "I'm Shyvana." She muttered. Slowly, Ezreal examined her body. Shyvana jumped back, covering her chest.
Ezreal started laughing and shook his head. "No, I wasn't observing your body. I was looking at your armour. It has the same details as the gauntlets…"
Shyvana exhaled in relief as Ezreal pointed at a tent.
"Follow me!" Ezreal shouted out, walking toward the tent. Just as Ezreal looked away from the two unofficial couple, Shyvana gave a look at Jarvan. Jarvan looked back, confused.
"He's weird." Shyvana whispered in Jarvan's ear.
"You'll get used to him," He started. "He's like a prodigy, like Lux." He added. "Be patient."
'Alright, but it's for you.' She mouthed.
"Alrighty then," Ezreal said as they walked into the tent. Ezreal ran in, and showed Shyvana the dug-up gauntlets. Ezreal passed the weapons to Shyvana as Shyvana examined the weapons.
"No doubt," Shyvana whispered. "It's my father's," Shyvana said as tears leaked from her eyes. "After all these years, I've thought it was lost forever…" She turned to Ezreal and bowed. "Thank you so much." Ezreal gave her a soft smile as Shyvana couldn't hold her emotions in. She started crying and hugged Jarvan. Jarvan and Ezreal was shocked by Shyvana's actions, quickly, Shyvana pulled back.
"I-I'm sorry…" Shyvana apologized to the Demacian prince.
"Anyway," Ezreal interrupted, coughing. "Try them on."
Shyvana nodded, sniffling. She put the oversized gauntlets on, remembering how the weapons slid through her tiny hands many years ago. She gave off a human-like smile filled with joy as Ezreal continued speaking.
"You can keep them; I think it would be better for the original owner to have the artifact than putting it in a museum." Ezreal spoke as he ruffled his hair, looking at Jarvan, giving him a strange gesture. Jarvan raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Jarvan! Why don't you show Shyvana around the village?" Ezreal exclaimed, smiling.
"Why not," Jarvan coughed out, softly placing his palm on Shyvana's back and dragging her outside the tent.
"This place changed a lot." Shyvana commented as they walked through the populated village. Everyone was looking at them, muttering and gasping.
"Really?" Jarvan muttered. "From the looks of it, you haven't been here in many years."
"Well, the villagers always hated me and kept their children away from me. They even keep their distance from my mother… Even though she's been here for all her life…" Shyvana began, gazing noticing familiar people, like the children who stayed away from her during her youth, now they had grown into young adults.
"Well, if it isn't the hot-head? Aren't you suppose to be dead and rotting under the ground?" a voice called behind the half-dragon. Shyvana turned to the voice as her expression changed completely.
"Fuck off Amelia," Shyvana hissed at her childhood enemy. She recognized Amelia anywhere and any day, due to her same appearance during childhood, same white hair, the same eyes of agony and her perfect body figure. "Don't you have something else to do than piss me off?"
Amelia flicked her white hair and placed her hand on her hip. "You still hate me, don't you Shyama?" Amelia taunted, chuckling.
Shyvana sighed. "And to this day, you still haven't remembered my name," Shyvana started. "And they said you're the prodigy of the village."
"Please, my beauty and intelligent are unmatched within the village," Amelia bragged, turning to Shyvana. "So what failures have you made?"
"Well, I'm hold a rank within the Elite Guards in Demacia, what did you do when I was gone? Fuck all the boys in our age?" Shyvana harshly spat out, completely forgetting that Jarvan was beside her.
Amelia flipped her hair. "Of course not, Shyama… I don't waste my precious time for peasant boys-" Amelia spat as she placed her slender finger on Shyvana's armour. She leaned her face close to Shyvana's. "I go for the upper classes. Like the prince."
Shyvana glared at Amelia, grabbing her finger and twisting it. Her eyes twisted with ferocity, she can feel her body changing. "If you ever joke about the prince again, I swear, I will take a dagger and stab it through your ugly heart, you bitch!"
Amelia squeaked as her finger was about to meet the death. "S-S-Stop it!"
Jarvan pulled Shyvana back, forcing Shyvana to release Amelia's hand.
"That's enough," Jarvan said, sternly. "I don't think that is needed. We're all Demacian."
Amelia sucked on her finger, looking at the prince. Suddenly, she placed her finger out and started squealing. "It's Prince Jarvan~" Amelia squealed, recognizing him right away, regardless of his outfit. "H-How long have you been here?"
"Quite a long time," Jarvan answered, brushing his hair back. Amelia puckered her lips at Jarvan as he stepped back. "I was beside Shyvana-"
"Yeah, yeah, so tell me, is it true that you're marrying Fiora?" Amelia snapped at the prince as Shyvana's rage slowly increased, her physical structure changing bit by bit. Her eyes were almost taken over by the blood of her father.
"Uh," Jarvan began, Amelia leaning in, wondering what will the Demacian prince will say.
"Forget Fiora, can I be your wife? Or, or, I can be your second wife!" Amelia chirped, interrupting Jarvan's thoughts. Shyvana's rage snapped in half.
"That tears it!" Shyvana cried out as her voice tone went deep, like how it is in her dragon form. She leaped forward, and aimed her gauntlets on Amelia; however, Jarvan grabbed her in mid-way and pulled her in.
"Shyvana, enough!" Jarvan yelled at the half-dragon. Shyvana glared at Jarvan with her non-fully developed eyes and made a growling sound at the prince. Jerking her hands away, she stormed out of the village, leaving her childhood behind.
If you were wondering why I made up a character, well it's because I sort wanted to add Shyvana's childhood in the chapter. And the lore doesn't say anyone in Shyvana's childhood (excluding her parents), and I decided just to make up a random person. I most wanted to make a girl, because well, female rivalry is intense, trust me, I know… And I sort wanted to make the girl, for some unknown reason, slutty.
Since Riot didn't say how or when Shyvana got her gauntlets, and I've read a lot of fanfics about the discovery of Shyvana's gauntlets, they were all different concepts… everything! So, it depends on how you look at it… And, since Shyvana doesn't have a League Judgement, we don't really know when and how she joined the League. So I just sort of made up one. So, I'm sorry if that is not what you expected from Shyvana's Judgement or anything.
Umm, please reply to my question on the beginning of the chapter, 'Do you want a tragedy ending or a happy ending?' Please, the answers are important! And, I hope you don't see any typos in this chapter, but I assume you will find some… or more.
And before I forget, HAPPY VALENTINES- or I call it 'Forever Alone'- DAY!
P.S. I know some of you want Shyvana to be pregnant. xD And perhaps, I'll make that come true. Who knows?
