Tags: Fiddlesticks, Jax, Malphite, Gangplank.
"Sigh…" The old dusty scarecrow produces a sound of pure heartache as it presses its face deeper into the raggedy surface of its gloved palm. The dejected moans of the animated crude human effigy eliciting curious glances and a few elbow jabs from the other patrons of the Institute's crowded Mess Hall.
"Sigh…" Fiddlesticks mutters once again as the cloth forming the sentient scarecrow's face twists in a peculiar depiction of a weird crooked smile. Malphite, another old-timer of the Institute of War that just so happened to sit next to ol' Fiddlesticks sends Jax a sideways glance as if asking the Grandmaster at Arms if he knows what's ailing the poor, sighing Harbinger of doom and rabid crows. When Jax merely shrugs in response and Fiddlesticks' smile slowly widens, Malphite decides to further investigate the mystery of the smiling scarecrow.
"Hey there, Fiddles. How're you doing?" Malphite clears his throat in order to catch the other magical construct's attention, pebbles and dust loudly shifting inside the hulking tank's throat before a voice like grinding stone roughly escapes from the mouth of the sentient rock-mountain.
But Fiddlesticks seemingly ignores Malphite's greeting. The animated scarecrow's hollow emerald eyeholes intently staring at something in the opposite direction with visible longing.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Fiddlesticks mutters in his eerie ghostly tone. Jax and Malphite share another perplexed glance before their eyes return back to Fiddlesticks.
"Who is?" The sentient stone construct ask in true bewilderment. Jax also leans a bit forward in order to better hear the Harbinger's answer.
"Elementalist Lux." Sighs Fiddlesticks once more with that same weird smile plastered on the sewed potato sack that he calls a face. "Look at her, so pristine and shiny! So magnificent and delicate and pure! She is like an angel."
Jax blinks. Malphite spares Lux a quick glance and then tilts his head in honest confusion. There were no wings attached to the light mage's shoulders. What in the Rock's name was Fiddlesticks even talking about?
"What?" Maphite finally asks with a tone like rolling pebbles.
"She is an angel," Fiddlestick repeats as he keeps staring longingly at Luxanna's back. "She is too perfect for this world. She is too perfect for Runeterra."
Jax not-so-subtly proceeds to spin a fat purple finger around the side of his helmet while staring at the delusional scarecrow. Malphite snorts his agreement with a solemn cackle and an exaggerated shake of the head.
"Leave the poor lad alone ye damn fools." A hoarse gruff voice is suddenly heard, emanating from near the serving area of the buzzing Mess Hall. And a few moments later Gangplank sits down next to the lovestruck scarecrow, shooting fiery glares at both Jax and Malphite as if they had somehow offended him. "Yer two clowns can't understand what tis like being in love. All ye' care about is stacking armor or attack speed, an' mindlessly hitting minions an' towers."
"Fiddlesticks here, is a true lover like me." Gangplank continues as he casually tosses his prosthetic arm behind the Harbinger's thin shoulders. "He and I are gonna break hearts and capture maidens, get all the wenches and leave you two lonely and starved! Isn't that right my lad?"
"Y-yes, Sir." Fiddlesticks murmurs almost shyly and if the animated scarecrow could blush it would have done so in that moment.
"That's the spirit!" Gangplank cheers as he slaps the Harbinger in the back good-naturedly with his metal prosthetic. "Now go out there and talk to yer lovely wench!" The former pirate lord exclaims and Fiddlesticks nods his head before getting up and moving towards Lady Luxanna.
"Young love," Gangplank sniffles as he watches Fiddlesticks striking up a pleasant conversation with a surprised Lux. "It is so daaamn beautiful! Sniff..!" The former pirate lord finishes before wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. Jax and Malphite share another quiet glance between themselves before slowly rising from their seats and leaving the table.
Notes: The idea for this story came to me during a League match. I was playing Fiddlesticks mid with my Union Jack skin and the enemy laner was Elementalist Lux. So I started thinking: Look at me with my 100 rp or so plebian skin facing off against the great master of all the elements and her fancy particles! If this was a Disney fairytale Fiddles would be the honest kind man and Lux would be the princess he would fall in love with at first sight. I liked the idea and so I quickly wrote a few lines before I completely forgot about it.