The whole situation was aggravating to say the least. Syndra herself already knew that she was a rare beauty and a goddess. Her immense magical power was capable of lifting entire continents and defeating even the most legendary and undefeated of armies. Most Ionians still refused to even whisper her name out of fear and grudgingly showered her with gifts and random shows of respect in a futile attempt to both refrain from drawing her ire and try to win the powerful sorcerer's favor.
And yet even though what sometimes felt like the entire continent seemed to bow and bend to her will and the leaders of various city-states and nations tirelessly kept sending her boons as tokens of respect and generally tried their best to appease her, Viktor, that foolish man stubbornly kept refusing to give her the time of his day, preferring to tinker with machines and play with giant tin cans instead of acknowledging the supreme creature before him that was pining for his affectio- Ahem, trying to casually converse with the handsome Herald.
The dense workaholic scientist would always cut her off mid-sentence in order to contact an underling or program a machine. He would ignore her greetings to type something on a new device and pause to adjust the power output of the third mechanical limb hovering over his shoulder as he passed her by. Viktor would never wish her a pleasant evening! He would always fail to show up at her birthday party, his metallic League locker would automatically launch itself away from her whenever she would so much as try approaching the damn thing while holding a visible envelope, and the few love letters she would occasionally manage to mail at him would promptly be emailed back to her or be delivered back through a drone or an army of robots.
One of the Machine Herald's mechanical servants had even looked apologetically at her slumped, sad hovering form before reaching to sympathetically squeeze one of her pale shoulders. Syndra had mailed it back to Viktor in pieces.
And that wasn't even the worst part! Oh no, Caitlyn would keep mentioning how stalking someone through magical or technological means was a serious crime while attending any of her tea parties and Jayce would always have the stupidest, slyest smile on his lips whenever the Sheriff would start talking to them about international laws and the human rights and especially about a person's personal privacy.
The Dark Sovereign blushes after pondering on those thoughts, she then remembers Ahri's knowing smirk and buries her face in her hands as her dark spheres start fidgeting around her form. Ahri must have been extremely lucky to discover the identity of her secret crush, the sorceress thinks, she wasn't That obvious now, was she?
But then again the Zaunite champions would suddenly move to form a protective wall cutting her off the Machine Herald whenever she entered the mess hall, and that troglodyte Teemo would keep pestering the powerful mage about selling her various secretly taken photos of her dashing ingenious inventor.
Syndra had been of course able to resist the vile rat's blasted temptations. For a day or two that is, but then again how could the dark mage refuse when the cursed rat had acquired for her a close-up shot of her handsome Herald's sleepy cute face? Syndra had even used the picture to decorate her next body pillow and Teemo had gained a powerful new ally for when he wished to bring about the end of the world and the fall of humanity.
So both parties had been pretty happy with the results of their transaction, and that was what mattered the most even though Zilean had suddenly turned into a doomsayer.
But that great deal didn't unfortunately solve the Dark Sovereign's initial problem. Viktor was unmistakably still ignoring the dark mage's advances and even worse the Ionian sorceress had actually seen Orianna getting closer to her desired metal-man! Syndra had been casually spying on them, minding her own business and all that jazz when the horrified white-haired Ionian had suddenly witnessed the Machine Herald's third arm moving to rub itself across the hard steel cheek of Orianna's emotionless visage.
And now Syndra was angry and anxious because the young Ionian mage didn't really know for sure if Viktor was actually stroking the sentient doll or if the Machine Herald's third hand was slowly developing a crush for the infamous Clockwork Lady of the Institute. But even so, every bolt and cog of her man should still belong to the dark pale goddess pining for his heart and so Orianna's actions were wrong and dirty and utterly unforgivable!
The Dark Sovereign was beyond pissed at this point and so her dark magical spheres were spinning around her in small cautious arcs as if the flickering and pulsing summoned magical projectiles were angry bees searching for the culprits that stole their precious honey.
Syndra just couldn't wait to fight against the Lady of the Clockwork in or out of the Rift, now if only someone were to finally choose neglected, poor Orianna…
Syndra silently fumes as her fury has yet to find a target to be unleashed upon, the mage flies in circles as if pacing around the dark purple room, her feet never quite touching the floor as a series of muffled words suddenly draws the Ionian woman's attention. The Dark Sovereign turns towards the source of the sounds, a hand rises and the magical muzzle dissolve as the all-powerful sorceress's annoyed glare finally darts towards the silent anxious form of her captive.
"Yes?"
Luxanna tries to smile at her fellow mage, her arms and legs still restrained by Syndra's dark pulsing orbs as the light mage tentatively clears her throat and addresses the Dark Sovereign in a meek and uncertain, but certainly polite tone.
"I was wondering as to why I am here, if you would be kind enough to explain the reasoning behind..." The light mage smiles again as she attempts to gesture towards her magically restrained limbs but miserably fails to do so due to the Dark Sovereign's orbs and so she settles for pointedly glancing at her trapped arms with her sky blue eyes. " .. all this."
The dark mage nods as she ponders on the young blonde's words, she turns her back at her prisoner and then murmurs something under her breath while her gaze wanders outside of the window.
Lux leans her head forward as she tries to decipher the dark mage's whispered words, but ultimately offers an apologetic smile before she realizes that Syndra isn't even looking at anymore and so the gesture was in vain.
"Pardon me, Syndra, but could you repeat that again?"
Syndra huffs as her head suddenly snaps towards the still trapped blonde girl, purple irises narrowing as if wondering if Luxanna is currently mocking her.
"I said I needed advice you foolish girl! And so you are here to offer me guidance!"
Still confused and uncertain the other mage nods, perplexed blue orbs slowly and earnestly lifting to meet the Dark Sovereign's glare as Luxanna shakes her head in agreement and offers an encouraging smile.
"Of course, and what sort of advice would you wish from me? I would love to help you, Miss Syndra."
"I want love advice."
Luxanna's smile suddenly freezes upon her lips, previously cheerful blue eyes now only conveying shock as she stares at the Dark mage incredulously and the Demacian hero would have undoubtedly been fidgeting and nervously adjusting her weight on the balls of her feet if all of her four limbs or at least two in this case were currently free and unrestrained.
"P-pardon?"
The dark mage hisses as her lilac glare narrows and the orbs limiting Luxanna's movements abruptly start gliding away from the scared light mage intending to painfully stretch the Demacian's limbs to their outmost limits.
"Argh! L-love advice! I would be delighted to give you some love advice, Syndra!"
The Dark Sovereign nods, her angry glare still pointed towards the trapped blonde but the spheres return back to their original places and so Luxanna breathes out a sigh of relief when the pain shooting through her limbs thankfully settles down.
"W-well then! Tell me more about the advice you seek."
"Was that an order?"
Purple eyes seem to narrow further as Syndra continues glaring at the restrained light mage and Luxanna's terrified sky blue orbs suddenly turn the size of saucers.
"N-no! Of course not! What I meant to say was that ah.. You're Beautiful! Yes! A beautiful woman like you shouldn't have any trouble winning over her man! So w-what seems to be the problem?"
Syndra just stares at her for a moment or two and Luxanna can already feel the beads of sweat silently rolling down her face as she smiles encouragingly at the obviously insane dark witch that's currently pondering over the light mage's cheerful words, but the moment soon passes and Luxanna almost smiles and sighs in relief when the Dark Sovereign slowly shakes her head as if fully understanding the blonde mage's current bewilderment.
"Oh trust me, I know, silly girl. I know. Most men can't even take their eyes off of me, but how can I blame them? I mean I am beautiful, I am powerful, and I have a passion few entities can match, people have even told me that- "
Luxanna just smiles and nods, forcing herself to keep jerking down her head as Syndra keeps going on and on and on about her beauty and her talent and her smarts and the way the sun naturally dances across her skin and the moon shies away from her every dawn when it can no longer admire her long silver trenches. And the poor light mage can only keep nodding her head in reply as she patiently waits for Syndra to run out of pretty words and exaggerated self-compliments.
" –and that's why it's so vexing when my Viktor ignores my very existence!"
Luxanna doesn't cringe as she listens to Syndra's final hysterical rants, cringing would mean death after all and the trapped blonde mage wants to live a happy and long life. And so Luxanna instantly lets out a loud fake gasp in response to the Dark Sovereigns lament, her sky blue eyes briefly widening as if the blonde woman can't even begin to fathom how anyone could even think of denying a beautiful and perfect being such as the Ionian Dark Sovereign. An obviously perplexed Syndra just nods in understanding at Luxanna's completely justified shock even as the dark mage then proceeds to scratch her pale chin in thought and waves her hands in both anger and annoyance.
"Have you tried talking to Viktor about how you feel about him?"
Syndra nods and Luxanna's face abruptly twists in fake exaggerated shock and the light mage can now understand why Viktor had suddenly decided to abandon the mid lane and pursue a career as a support far away from the clutches of this insane evil witch that's casually hovering before her.
"What about taking things more slowly? Spend some time with him and let him know you better before you try confessing to him again, hmm?"
The Sovereign hums in response, she then turns around and lets her gaze get lost among the Institute's garden as lilac orbs seem to cloud in thought.
"Perhaps.."
Luxanna lets out a quiet sigh of relief. The madwoman has been placated for the time being and so she might have a chance to get out of this ordeal alive.
"And how am I to approach him then? Viktor is shy, he always avoids staying alone in a room with me and even when he does he always keeps tinkering with his infernal devices."
"O-oh, he is? Then maybe try finding some common ground, something the two of you enjoy and have in common. Maybe the two of you will start having fun together then and you will gradually begin growing closer."
The Dark Sovereign pauses for a second before she slowly shakes down her head whilst still staring out of the room and Luxanna internally cringes, silently apologizing to the Machine Herald for throwing him under the hextech carriage.
"I see.. It was so simple. I just have to spend more time with him and try to have fun, Vicky will then fall for me before he even know it. Fufufu yes, that's acceptable.. yes."
The dark spheres that have been holding her captive disappear and the blonde mage suddenly drops to the ground. Luxanna moans as she lifts herself off Syndra's dark purple floor and spares a quick glance towards the still mumbling sorceress before she silently stalks towards the room's exit.
"Vicky likes machines, but I don't like them that much, and most machines are so noisy, but I really like my Vicky! Hmm, what else is there? I have to find something common, something the two of us can use to strengthen our bond. We need some common ground, some kind of goal the two-"
Lux sighs as she finally finds herself out the Dark Sovereign's room, she wipes the sweat of her brow and then congratulates herself for escaping the ashen-haired lunatic and a job well done.
The blonde mage merely smiles at the preaching time wizard and sends him a polite nod of her head as Zilean keeps hollering about the approaching end of the world and Luxanna hurriedly makes a beeline for the safety of her room and a warm bath to wash away her exhaustion and fear. Zilean's hysterical, desperate words failing to register to the young light mage's mind as she waves at her comrades and friends and politely greets an approaching familiar Summoner.
"AND THE END WILL COME AS THE SHINING BEACON OF JUSTICE AND HOPE WILL SEAL THE FATE OF THIS DOOMED WRETCHED WORLD! SOLDIERS WILL RISE WITH EYES DEVOID OF LIFE AND SKIN AS HARD AS STEEL! AND THE BRINGER OF DOOM WILL REJOICE WHEN THE BLACKEST DARK WITCH WILL RUSH TO JOIN THE MAN THAT LACKS A WARM BEATING HEART! AND THE TWO OF THEM SHALL WALK AS ONE AND WILL SINK THIS WRETCHED DOOMED WORLD INTO DARKNESS AND CHAOS!"
The End
Note: I have been editing some older stuff since I've been thinking of jumping ship and joining another fandom. I sometimes browse through the league's shop to get ideas on new ships and story ideas and so I noticed how much Syndra and Viktor contrasted with each other and yet the ship was still achievable and interesting even though I guess Viktor wouldn't care much about love.
I could have taken a lot of paths with this one. I could have followed Syndra's flirting attempts and made them overflow with fluff. Have her kidnap the most popular and desirable champions in the league like Ahri for advice, everyone would fail and surprisingly enough Jinx would show wisdom and tell Syndra to be herself and things would turn out ok. I could have made the Ionian champions conspire and try to make this ship happen so Syndra would settle down and wouldn't be a threat to Ionia anymore, some Ionian champion even having a secret crush on her and walk up to her and kiss her, maybe Karma for variety, but who can deny the SyndraxIrelia ship? I was aching to turn the story into a Yuri story and have Syndra act flirty towards Lux after she mistakes Lux's desperate bluffs and compliments for a sign of her being interested in her. I could have made Syndra have the bright idea of forcing Lux to go on a date with her to make Vicky jealous and start the Yuri magic. Maybe Viktor rejects Syndra after she follows Lux's advice and Luxanna gets angry with him and goes to defend her and kisses her or Syndra is nervous and wants to practice kissing with Lux before she follows the advice and goes on the date. I don't know, the way of Yuri is magical and mysterious. In the end I thought, let's not turn everything into romance for once.
Zilean's words: The beacon is Lux, she just doomed them all, Syndra is the witch that will find common ground in world domination, Viktor is the man that lacks a beating heart, the bringer of doom is Teemo, the soldiers are the machines. I wanted to also add the line, buy wards and repent you foolish mongrels, or something like that but meh. Like always feel free to use any of the ideas if you want to write a story.