"You."

"Me."

"Came here."

"Have I not?"

"To us."

"Darling, awe is a natural response to my presence. But you are rather pushing it..."

Taric and Ahri looked across the table to see a projection of Aurelion Sol about the size of Taric, who was looking at them with a smug air and bored look.

Taric nudged an awestruck Ahri with an elbow. "As long as he's here, we might as well get to business. So then, Aurelion," he said. "Who have you come to make your beloved?"

Ahri snickered. "Probably one of those girls from the Star Guardi-AAACK!" She narrowly ducked under bolt of starfire that had fired from the projection's maw, which obliterated the window behind them.

Taric stared at the destroyed glass, distraught. Getting rid of the stains of Vladimir's blood in the table was a huge hassle, and he still hadn't gotten them all out. And now there was a window to deal with. "Again...?"

"My apologies, allow me." Stardust from Aurelion's form coalesced around the remains of shards of glass, bringing together its pieces and reassembling it, leaving a faint, ethereal glow to the window. The Shield of Valoran sighed in relief.

Ahri laughed sheepishly at the unamused star dragon. "Well, uh, heh-heh, so..."

Aurelion sighed, annoyed. "As much as it may enthrall you to know I am in love, that is not the case. Humans are simply too short lived, and are generally unappealing in terms of personality or character. No, I am here for another reason."

In response to the two matchmakers' confused expressions, Aurelion produced an orb of starlight in his hand. They were surprised to see various images moving about inside it. "What you are about to see is what was once a large source of amusement for me. Then, cringing. And now, borderline pain." Taric and Ahri moved closer to the orb, interested in what they might find.

Taric stared, at a loss for words. Ahri fell out of her chair, laughing uncontrollably.

In the orb was a sequence of events, the focus being put on Shyvana. One was of her handing a box of chocolates to a pleasantly surprised Jarvan IV, red in the face, before she practically ran off, leaving a scorched trail of her footprints and a confused prince behind her. Another was of her taking hasty peeks around the corner of a wall, obviously spying on Jarvan, who was busy speaking to Garen. The Half-Dragon would retreat into cover every time the royal made a passing glance over his shoulder, her face hosting a deep red tint.

Taric and Ahri respectively facepalmed and nearly passed out laughing upon seeing the dragoness gingerly pull out a box from under her bed, the contents of which were various figurines, posters, a T-shirt, and a large plush doll of Jarvan, the last of which she hugged protectively. Aurelion snuffed out the orb in a clenched fist, groaning.

"I suppose this is what a lifetime around humans does to a dragon, half-human or not. Such behavior... It is utterly unfitting of the draconic lineage. I feel like Pantheon is in the same room as me when I remember these events." He stared piercingly into the eyes of the duo. "Which is why I'd like the two of you to do what you do, and get her into a relationship with this prince character. Hopefully she will stop behaving like a lovesick human teenager if it so happens."

Ahri's laughter died down, and was replaced with nervous whimpering. "Uh, I'd love to, but... bad things happen whenever one of us says something about Shyvana's love life."

Taric raised an eyebrow. "Surely it can't be anything too serious." The star dragon nodded in agreement.

The fox sighed and pulled out her phone. "Remember that explosion at Gragas' bar last month?"

"Ahhh, yes, that explosion. I thought I'd formed a star in the Institute on accident when I was looking down from the skies. Not that I'd care, mind you." Aurelion chuckled, as it was clearly a fond memory.

"Yeeeaaah, this is what happened." She turned the phone to the Aspect and the dragon, who moved closer to get a better look.

On the screen was a video of various women of the League around a large table, which Taric recognized as a part of Gragas' tavern. Gragas himself handed a large platter of various liquors to the excited women, who made remarks on how strongly it smelled. The two saw Zyra sidle up to Shyvana, and saw her whisper something into the dragoness's ear. Shyvana promptly went red in the face, before an expression of rage washed over her features, and she was wreathed in flames as she transformed. The last thing they heard was Gragas bellowing "NOOOOOOOOOO!" before a brilliant flash and a massive BANG took place. After the dust had settled, the entire tavern was nothing but rubble, with numerous dazed patrons and champions lying amidst the destruction. A very confused dragon was also seen sitting in the wreckage.

Taric began sweating, and Aurelion doubled over, roaring in laughter. Ahri sighed and returned the phone into the folds of her dress. "The booze got ignited and pretty much wrecked the entire building. If Lamb hadn't used her Respite, I don't even know how many people would have died. And if the tavern wasn't Chronoshift ensured..." The fox shuddered. "I don't even know how much we'd have to pay."

The star dragon scratched his chin, still chuckling. "While it is highly amusing, inciting violence is not my objective, especially not with someone so... volatile."

Taric's brow furrowed. "But there must be something we can do for the woman, can there not?"

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a very haggard and annoyed Xin Zhao barged in. "I have a job for you," he said, plopping down into a chair between the bewildered champions.

Ahri cleared her throat. "Uh, Xin, we're kinda in the middle of s-"

"It's about Shyvana, isn't it?"

Taric's eyes widened, surprised. "Why, indeed it is. But how...?"

Xin groaned and rubbed his temples. "Why else would Aurelion Sol be here? And if it's Shyvana we are discussing here, then what I have to say can hardly be irrelevant." The duo looked behind the Seneschal at the star dragon, who had drifted off to the back of the room, looking highly amused.

Taric's attention returned to the irritated Xin, the trace of a smile playing at his lips. "Well, then, can I assume that this has something to do with Jarvan?" The Shield of Valoran's smile widened as the former gladiator groaned again and nodded.

"Every single time Garen and I go out drinking with him, he always starts talking about how much he wants a girlfriend after the first few shots. He'll go on and on about how much his parents want him to get married, about how happy he'd be if there was someone there for him. Sometimes he'll start wailing about how lonely is, and every time it happens I feel as though I'd rather be back in Noxus' arenas." He rested his head against the table, sighing. "And all the while, every move Shyvana makes on him goes completely over his head. The poor fool wouldn't be able to take a hint if he got hit in the head with a brick with a love letter attached."

He looked up at the matchmakers imploringly. "Which is why I'm here: to get Jarvan hitched with Shyvana. It shouldn't be too hard, since it's completely obvious she likes him. And nothing would make me happier, both because my close friend would find such joy, and because I will never have to deal with those infernal drunken rants again."

Ahri settled into her chair, tails swishing. "Well, we can't turn down the same request from two different people, now can we? We'll help."

Taric nodded. "Agreed. We shall discuss payment later, for me and my partner have work to do." The star dragon nodded, before his projection dissipated into stardust. Xin Zhao sighed in relief, before exiting the office, leaving the two matchmakers to formulate their battle plan.

"Ah, Taric. What might bring you to the witness the awesome affairs of Demacia, old friend?"

"...Garen, you are quite literally playing video games with Jarvan and Lux."

His sister sighed. "Seriously, Garen, you need to stop doing that."

Jarvan IV nodded in agreement."Yeah, it's getting a little much sometimes."

The captain of the Dauntless Vanguard colored, and sheepishly put down his Hexbox One controller. "Uh, so, Taric, what might you need?"

"I'd like to have a word in private with Jarvan, if you'd be so kind."

Garen gave his prince a wary glance, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Taric was always a bit... odd, so to speak. And he seemed even more so since his return from Targon. He'd heard the rumors about him and Ezreal, and if they were true... "Well, uh-"

Lux immediately flung an arm around her brother's shoulder in a vice grip, forcing the hulking Crownguard to his feet in a shocking display of strength. "Ohhh, why didn't you say so? C'mon, big brother, let's leave them to their..." Lux took a gulp of air, a small trickle of blood coming out of her nose as she wore an... excited expression. "Private time." The young girl marched Garen out of Jarvan's room, with the Aspect and Exemplar hearing his feeble protests about his "prince's chastity."

Taric raised a disappointed eyebrow at Jarvan. "You have told them I'm not into men, right?"

The prince shrugged apologetically. "May have slipped my mind. My bad."

Taric sighed. "Well, getting to the point..." Taric gently put a hand on Jarvan's shoulder, his warm smile never leaving his face.

"I've been thinking that you, a young prince in his prime, should be getting out more. Seeing the sights, seeing things from his people's point of view..." A sly glint appeared in the Aspect's eye. "And perhaps, fall in love, even."

The prince sighed wistfully. "What you say is true, Taric. I can't afford to be stuck in a tower till my coronation as the next king. However, about that last part... I just seem to have no luck with women."

A little density is fine, nothing Xin hadn't warned me about. "How so?"

"Nobody just seems to strike my fancy. Lux's puns get on my nerves. Vayne is seeing Vladimir, and even if she wasn't, she'd just be moping and brooding all day. Quinn is out of the question, she's with Talon, and she'd probably be paying to much attention to her annoying bird anyway. Poppy... Is a nice person, but that would look more than a little weird to my subjects. Sona, I can't even tell what she's thinking, and Mordekaiser would invariably smite me. Kayle is too stiff for my liking. And Fiora would run me through within seconds of me speaking to her." Jarvan sighed. "I expected finding a girlfriend would be easier. I mean, I'm a prince."

All right, he didn't mention Shyvana, but that's okay. "What about Shyvana? You haven't mentioned her yet, and she seems to be a decent woman."

"Oh yeah, her. She's quite nice. Gives me homemade cookies each Saturday. A little burnt, but I don't mind. Although, she always runs off before I can say talk with her. Never found out why."

You can handle this. "Well, that sounds splendid. She is a good woman after all, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if she'd like me. She always has her eyes turned away, her face is always red, and she always has this scary, hushed whisper when she talks to me. And she tends to burn the floor around her." Jarvan looked at the ground sadly. "Honestly, I wonder if she's angry at me for some reason."

By the Protector, this poor fool is denser than Nautilus' armor. "Worry not, good prince. If you really believe Shyvana dislikes you, then why not smooth things out with her? Take her out in the Institute together, and perhaps you can find out how she really feels about you."

Jarvan looked up, hopeful. "Yes, that does sound right. Yes, quite right indeed..." The Demacian slowly stood up, determination evident on his features. "Yes, you are right! I'll go and find Shyvana, and find out just why she is behaving so oddly around me!" Jarvan smiled. "Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get me hitched with Shyvana. Ha-ha!"

"Ahhh, that truly hit the spot..."

Pantheon sighed contentedly as he stepped out of the steaming shower. In all of Targon's history, he had never understood the appeal for showers, but ever since he moved into the Institute, he figured out why.

The Aspect of War whistled a Targonian folk tune as he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened his bathroom door.

And saw Taric sitting on his bed, looking straight at him with a look of sheer desolation.

"TARGON'S NAME TARIC WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM" Pantheon shrieked, recoiling from his fellow Aspect in horror as he protectively clutched his towel. Those infernal rumors are definitely true, no doubt about it, he fearfully thought.

"Oh, good, you're done," Taric said, picking up his rival's shield as he stood up. The Aspect of the Protector thrust the circle of metal into a bewildered Pantheon's arms. He took a knee, and gestured to his head.

"Please hit me as hard as you can."

"You have to stand up straighter! And stick your chest out a bit more, that's it." Ahri stood back, inspecting the Half-Dragon's frame for any issues with her posture in her room.

"Is there any real reason as to why I'm doing this?" Shyvana asked, skeptical to the fox's insisted scrutiny.

The dragoness remembered the events that had led up till now. Jarvan had shown up earlier on that day, and had shockingly asked her to spend some time with him later, The stupefied dragoness could just barely manage to stutter an "okay." A certain fox-woman had been passing by, and had pounced the second Jarvan left, saying that she could help her win her prince's heart. Whether she was 'just passing by' or deliberately waited for an opportune moment was still up for debate, however.

"Oh, believe me, this is just what you need to get Jarvan to notice you. Nobody likes a sloucher."

"I don't slouch, I'm in a combat-ready position. It lets me strike quicker and deadlier. I'm not like Vayne, who's always hunched over and brooding."

Ahri continued surveying Shyvana's body, undeterred. "Quinn's in a combat-ready position, and you know how that looks."

Shyvana rolled her golden eyes. "Oh, please. That looks like some ridiculous Fiddlesticks impression."

"Well, this is what catches a man's eye, so stop complaining and get your chin up. Like royalty."

The dragoness snorted. "Like all those prissy, holier-than-thou noblewomen who make doe eyes at my prince? You must be out of your mind."

Ahri groaned. "Okay, lift your head up like a regal and awesome dragon. Or something."

Shyvana paused, before obediently drawing her head up. Ahri clapped her hands, delighted. "Super! Now, clothing."

Shyvana growled. "If you intend on keeping me in one of those ridiculous ball gowns I'll have your tails for a scarf."

"Gods, no. Jarvan's no noble full of hot air, so it's out of the question he'd be into something like that." That, and he's as dense as a brick. "What you need is something more practical, normal. Like this." The gumiho showed the Half-Dragon a red sundress. It was very simple, with no embellishments or designs, save for a golden trim at the sleeves and hem. It seemed decent enough to the dragoness.

"Can I see that?" Shyvana asked, arm outstretched. Ahri obliged, and the dragon slipped it over her head. It was a good fit, of good material and a little loose. She rotated her arms freely, unencumbered by the clothes. Perfect. "I'll take it."

"Oh, good. And you're going to need these san-" Ahri's presentation of a pair of sandals was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "I wonder who that is."

"Probably Lux, here to go on about her latest date or something," Shyvana scoffed. She moved for the door, and flung it open in an irritated fashion. "Lux, if you're here to talk about your latest date with that twink, I swear to-" The dragoness stopped, wide-eyed.

"J-Jarvan?"

"My, my, Shyvana, you look simply divine." Jarvan IV walked into the dragon's room, a glowing mile making him all the more radiant to the crushing Half-Dragon.

Shyvana was caught completely off guard by the prince's completely different behavior"I-I, I don't-"

"Is that a new dress? It looks simply splendid!" The Exemplar laid a hand on her shoulder, feeling the well-made cotton between calloused fingers.

Shyvana's blush deepened by about three shades. "O-Oh, is it really...?"

"Why, of course it would look good, on, you... BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" The prince's rich baritone suddenly changed into a haughty, feminine cackle as he doubled over in front of a shocked Shyvana, laughing uncontrollably.

Ahri threw her hands into their, infuriated. "Oh, goddamn it, how many times did I tell you, keep in character, keep in character, but do you listen? No!"

Jarvan exploded into pink mist, revealing a still-laughing LeBlanc. "Oh, oh man, I am sorry but looking at her lovestruck face, I, I just, couldn't..." The illusionist descended into another fit of laughter.

Shyvana growled, furious for being played for a fool. She savagely lunged at the Noxian with a burning fist. "LeBlanc, I swear to god I will-" LeBlanc herself exploded into pink mist as the enraged Half-Dragon coughed and sputtered in confusion. The real LeBlanc shimmered into view, lounging on Shyvana's bed.

"Do what, exactly?" The Noxian sighed and stood up, staring piercingly into Shyvana's eyes with a smug smirk. "If a poser like me can make you into a stuttering mess with that ridiculous Jarvan impersonation, then what chance could you possibly have with the real blockhead, hm?"

Shyvana opened her mouth to retort, and then clenched her teeth in frustration. As much as she loathed the Noxian scumbag in front of her, she had a valid argument. Knowing that she, a mighty warrior that carried the blood of dragons, reduced to something beneath a stammering schoolgirl in an Ionian manga was almost painful to her. But she just couldn't help it.

LeBlanc laid a hand on Shyvana's shoulder, startling her. "Look here, hon, I get that you really like this guy, I do. But you're not going to get anywhere the way you are now, you see?"

Shyvana looked into the Deciever's sly eyes hard. She might have imagined it, but she could see the most faintest look of honesty in her cunning gaze. The dragoness sighed. "I... suppose you're right."

Ahri nudged LeBlanc's shoulder playfully. "Awww, I didn't know a lying jerk like you could deliver something so touchi-HURK" The fox doubled over as the illusionist rammed the butt of her staff into her stomach, making her wheeze in pain.

"Now then," LeBlanc said, flashing the groaning gumiho a reproachful look. She returned her attention to a waiting Shyvana, who gulped as she once again turned into a smiling Jarvan.

"Let's try that again."

The market district. The site of Jarvan and Shyvana's date. At least, that's how Shyvana wanted to think of it. Jarvan just saw it as time spent between two buddies.

It was also the site of two spying matchmakers.

Ahri spotted Taric coming around the corner, as planned. "Hey there, Gemsalo-" The fox froze in shock upon noticing the massive bruise above his right eye. "The hell happened to you?"

"Nothing." The Shield of Valoran paused, before narrowing his good eye. "Any reason why you're hunched over and clutching your stomach?"

"No reason." The fox sighed. "Anyway, are those two showing up anytime soon?"

"Just about... now." The duo ducked behind a cart as a certain Demacian prince and violent dragoness walked past.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself, Shyvana? That flame show of Brand's was simply spectacular!"

"Y-Yeah, it was," Shyvana meekly said. She silently thanked the Noxian illusionist for her rigorous (and highly flustering) training.

"Well then, where to next? Morgana and Pantheon apparently have a new type of cupcake in stock."

"Y-Yeah, sounds good."

Ahri crossed her fingers as the two Demacians began to walk past them, shifting her weight excitedly between her feet. "C'mon, Shyvy, I'm rootin' for you..." She whispered.

As a hybrid between a human and a dragon, Shyvana was able to pick up sounds that normal people couldn't pick up on. The Half-Dragon was able to hear Ahri's cajoling perfectly fine from where she was, and colored a little deeper before swallowing. Oh, what the hell have I got to lose? "J-Jarvan?"

The prince turned around, blinking. "Muh?"

"I've... got to tell you something... important."

The fourth Jarvan scratched his chin. "Important? Well, I thought I'd put the kingdom's affairs to the side for the evening, but you seem pretty serious about this. Ask away."

Taric silently pulled out his phone and fired off a quick message. The two matchmakers felt a tremor behind them not ten seconds later, and they turned to see Pantheon strolling out of a small crater towards them. Ahri squinted at the Aspect, confused. "Panth? What are you-"

"Do you have your shield, Pantheon?" Taric asked, looking gloomily at the Aspect of War.

The Targonian raised his aegis helpfully. "Well, yeah. You want me to hit you again?"

"In the near future, most likely."

"Shut up, guys, it's getting good!" Ahri hissed, before going back to staring at the couple intently.

"I, uh... think I should have told you this a long time ago, but..." Shyvana averted her eyes, almost ashamed to say the next three words.

Jarvan looked at her with concern. "But what? There's nothing to be afraid about. Just tell me."

"I... I... L-"

"WOOO-HOOO! THIS DRAGON SORCERESS SKIN IS THE FRIGGIN' BEST!"

Jarvan spun around, shocked. Shyvana's heart sank. Ahri gasped. Taric began looking at Pantheon expectantly.

Tearing through the market were the five dragons of Summoner's Rift, destroying everything in sight as terrified shoppers and merchants ran for their lives. And on the back of the Elder Dragon was Zyra, who was currently in her Dragon Sorceress getup.

"OH, YEAH, BABY! MORE, MORE, MORE!" Zyra cackled madly, clearly enjoying the power she held over the beasts that were currently ravaging the market district.

Ahri jumped out of cover, orb at the ready with Taric in pursuit. "Jarvan! Shyv!" She called getting their attention.

"Ahri? Taric? What are you… Bah! This isn't the time! What in hell's name has gotten into her?!" Jarvan demanded, pointing at the mage in a panic.

"Well, er…" Ahri squinted hard at the woman on the dragon's back, and then grimaced. "Ah, shit, she's drunk again."

Taric stared at her, dumbfounded. "Drunk?! Who goes drinking at 5PM?!"

"Hey, she drinks maple syrup, so, she's technically not drinking, you know? I mean, she still gets drunk, but at the end of the day..." After seeing the prince and Aspects' expressions of distaste, she sighed. "Okay, so, how do we stop her?"

"Well," Pantheon said, stepping forward. "We could try going for her first, since she's the one controlling the dragons. Take her down, and the beasts will hopefully calm down. However, we'll be forced to deal with all of them at once."

"Alternatively, we could eliminate each dragon at once, before finally targeting Zyra," Jarvan suggested. "It will be safer, but it will take longer. Your thoughts?"

Taric cleared his throat. "Well, I feel like we should play it safe and take down the dragons one by one. We'll also have to prioritize the safety of the peo-" Taric's HexPhone began to ring. "Excuse me," he said, answering the call. "Hello? Ah, Tristana. Yes, I'm here. Huh? Oh... okay. Thank you then." Taric put the phone away, a desolate expression on his face.

"Something wrong, Taric?" Ahri asked, worried.

"Tristana called. Those dragons are apparently the blueprints for the dragons on the Rift. The Institute keeps them in captivity, and modifies them whenever they feel that a nerf or a buff is in order. And Tristana has just told me that they are to be kept alive at all costs."

"Ah, damn it," Jarvan growled. After looking around, he grabbed a metal pole to act as a makeshift lance. "Oh, well, onwards, men! Pantheon, with me. We try and strike Zyra. Taric, Ahri, cover us and prevent the dragons from getting in our way. Let's go!" With that, the prince and the Aspect of War, charged at the group of dragons.

"Ahri, we have to go," Taric said, hefting Bravado.

"I know, but…" She looked sadly at Shyvana, who looked utterly crushed. The despondent Half-Dragon stared vacantly at her prince duck underneath a jet of flames, obviously miserable from having her very first date with the man she loved utterly and thoroughly ruined.

"We can patch this up later. Right now, we have to buy Jarvan and Pantheon time." Sighing, Ahri followed the Shield of Valoran into the fray, leaving Shyvana on her own.

The hybrid continued to stare at the madness in front of bleakly. Why? Why can't I ever get close to him? This one time, just once, I feel like I can actually do it, tell him how I feel, but then… but then…

"So are you just going to stand there and mope, or what?"

Shyvana spun around to see LeBlanc watching her expectantly. "What are you doing here, Noxian? Here to mock me for bungling a simple date?"

"Well, no. And I'm saying the truth here."

Shyvana sighed. "Look at me. I'm just a fool who can't even muster up the courage to say three words to a man. And just when I feel like things are looking up, everything goes to hell. Is it just not meant to be?"

"Hey, c'mon, shit happens. No relationship ever happens without a few bumps in the road or a few lows. It doesn't matter if it's one person's fault, or the other person's fault, or neither of their faults to begin with. Couples take whatever crap life throws at them together, supporting each other all the way. This is the crap I'm talking about. The question is, are you going to just let him handle a bunch of bloodthirsty serpents all on his lonesome? Or are you going to get in there and help him through this?"

Shyvana paused, and then clenched her fist and growled. I am such a fool. Her prince was risking his life, challenging five dragons and a sorceress with only a baker, seductress, and ambiguously gay man to help him. Meanwhile, she was just standing there feeling sorry for herself. Maybe it doesn't matter if I get him to love me. As long as he's happy, alive, and well, maybe that's good enough. Her fist became enveloped in flames as she began stalking off towards the melee.

"Oh, and Shyvana?" LeBlanc called, making Shyvana look over her shoulder with a feral glint in her eye.

"Teach her to fuck with a dragon on her first date."

"Taric! Please, help!" Ahri screamed, sprinting away from a pursuing Cloud drake in horror.

Taric gritted his teeth as he conjured a shield to protect himself from a blast of flames. "I have my hands full here! What is it?!"

"I thought charming the dragon would be a good idea! And now it's chasing me all creepy like it's from one of the mangas under Irelia's bed and HEEEEEEEELP!" She shrieked as the beast knocked down an entire line of stalls in a bid to get to the gumiho.

"What?! You know that your charms are more powerful off the Rift! Why in the Protector's name did you decide to use them?!" The Aspect fired a beam of light into the Infernal Drake's eyes, making it roar in pain.

"I've never charmed that thing on the Rift before! I thought it wouldn't do anything this bad!" She bawled, dodging yet another charge from the Drake.

"Idiots..." Pantheon muttered, blocking a blast of water from the Ocean Drake before jabbing his spear into the Mountain Drake's face.

"ZYRA! Get down from there this instant!" Jarvan roared, slamming his pole into the Elder Dragon's face as the Rise of the Thorns cackled drunkenly.

"Oh, hey, its Jar-Jar! Yousa prince! Mesa sorceress!" Zyra continued cackling as the dragon reared up to let loose a swathe of flames.

Ahri looked behind her, and her eyes bugged out to see the Cloud Drake gaining on her with every step. "NO NO NO NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH" She shut her eyes and screamed as the dragon made a massive lunge for her.

"SIT DOWN!" Shyvana roared, slinging a massive punch into the cloud dragon's maw, sending it sprawling from the sheer force of the blow. A few more weak roars, and it was down for the count.

"WHO'S NE- Gah!" Shyvana stumbled as Ahri latched onto her like a leech.

"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKY-" With a growl, Shyvana plucked off the fox and dumped her onto the ground before charging the Mountain Drake.

"Onward!" Pantheon shouted, slamming his shield between the dragon's eyes. The Aspect of War took a knee, raising his shield, allowing the Half-Dragon to vault off the aegis and deliver a devastating blow to the dragon's skull, knocking it out cold.

"Help Taric! I have this!" Shyvana nodded before sprinting off in the direction of the Gem Knight's duel with the Infernal Drake. With a yell, Pantheon took to the skies, crashing down moments later onto the Ocean Drake's head, defeating it instantly. "That's right! Teach you to fuck with a Dragonslayer!"

"Vigor!" Taric yelled, marking the hybrid with a shield. Shyvana ran through a fireball without even flinching, roaring as she delivered a decisive uppercut to the Drake's jaw, putting it out of commission.

"Dragon-on-dragon action! Get her!" Zyra screamed, turning the Elder Dragon's attention to the Half-Dragon. With a mighty roar, the dragon reared its head, ready to turn Shyvana into cinders.

"Shyvana! Look ou-" Jarvan called out to the dragoness, before Taric held his shoulder.

"Don't worry. She's got this." Taric nodded at Shyvana, who responded with a toothy grin. The Half-Dragon become engulfed in the massive jet of purple flames from the Elder Dragon's maw, vanishing from view as the flames apparently consumed her.

And out of the blaze flew Shyvana's dragon form, roaring vehemently at her rival on the dragon in front of her.

Ahri gaped. "Jeez, Taric, with an ult that broken you'd think you'd be banned more often."

"Actually, a summoner by the name of F0URCE who mains me got hit by a such a ban. He was so helplessly upset, and ended up losing the game after being forced to pick Sona, who he only plays normals with. Did I mention that it was a ranked game? And just after he climbed out of Bronze 5..."

The gumiho winced. "Ouch."

Shyvana breathed a blast of fire, which exploded onto the Elder Dragon's face, making it stumble and nearly knocking Zyra off. "Whoa whoa whoa! Watch where you're-" Zyra blinked and looked around. "Hey, where did she g-" The mage then noticed she was standing in a dragon-shaped shadow. "Oh crap."

Shyvana converted back to human form as she free-fell towards the panicking sorceress, wreathed in flames as she prepared a punch with a burning fist. "TEACH YOU TO FUCK WITH A DRAGON ON HER FIRST DATE!" Shyvana roared, before finally reaching Zyra and slugging her in the face with an immensely powerful strike, blowing her clean off the Elder Dragon's back, smashing through various stalls before finally rolling to a halt, completely unconscious.

"Holy crap, Shyv, that was awesome!" Ahri cheered, with mutters of awed assent from the men.

"Uh, hey, Shyv? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Jarvan looked somewhat uneasy as Shyvana walked up to him.

"D-Do you need something?" Shyvana asked. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her flustered expression.

"You said that this was your first date." Shyvana froze, before mentally swearing to herself that LeBlanc would die the second she left the market district.

"You... considered this a date?" Jarvan asked, now looking a little flustered himself.

"Well... yes," Shyvana murmured, averting her eyes.

"So... does that mean... you like me, or something?"

Shyvana may not have been able to say three words. However, she was capable of saying one. "...Yeah," Shyvana murmured, her face turning a brilliant violet.

"Wah... I..." Jarvan scratched his head, now thoroughly embarrassed. "Oh, gods, Shyvana, I thought you were mad at me this entire time, and I... Oh gods, I am a fool..."

"How could I ever be angry with you, Jarvan? You gave me a home, you gave me friends, people I can consider family, you even gave me purpose to keep living after you helped me take my mother down. After all that, how could I possibly be angry with you?"

"I dunno, I just saw you talking in this low voice all the time and burning the ground wherever you walked and I thought you were mad, and..." Jarvan sighed. "I didn't think you were in love with me."

A small smile appeared on Shyvana's lips. "Well... I guess you know now."

Jarvan paused, before taking a deep breath. "Shyvana, I'd like it if we did this more often. These dates."

Taric began kicking over some debris in a rage as Pantheon struggled to keep him at bay. "Denser than twenty bricks put together, but he's this bold?! How does this make any sense at all?!"

Shyvana's eyes bugged out. "Wh-Wha... Why?"

"Now that I actually know how you feel about me, I know why you acted the way you did. And you're a great person, and we've been through so much together, and I'd love to get to know you more. As a couple." Jarvan's face began to color as he said the last few words.

"Oh, Jarvan, I'd love to!" Shyvana laughed, wrapping her arms around the prince as he awkwardly returned the hug. The two Demacians began making their way through the ravaged market district, eager to see what the future held for them, not as allies or friends, but as a couple.

"I... guess that settles it," Ahri said, stunned by the display in front of her.

Taric groaned and rubbed his temples. "At long last... I was beginning to think that Jarvan's density would make all of this for naught."

"Well," Pantheon said, stretching his spear arm. "I've gotta run. Morg wanted me to help her bake a cake for Annie's tea party with the Yordles, so I guess I'll see two later then." After saying their goodbyes, Pantheon took flight once more, back to his bakery and favorite fallen angel.

"Ohhh, man, I'm beat. I'm never charming anything off the Rift again..."

"Sounds about right. I can't imagine being chased by a lovestruck dragon..." The two friends and matchmakers continued to exchanged exhausted banter as the two headed back to their office, aching for some rest after the evening's chaotic events.

"Well, I'll have to commend you on this one. You two did quite the stellar job." Aurelion Sol's projection nodded in approval as the two matchmakers beamed.

Ahri giggled. "Awww, it was nothing, Sol. I'm happy we've gotten Shyv and Jarvan together. It turns out that they were a perfect match!"

The Gem Knight nodded. "As infuriating as the man can be at times, I wish the prince all the be-" Taric was cut off as the door burst open, and Xin Zhao stumbled in once again, looking even more haggard and even more annoyed than before. The Seneschal of Demacia was crying, manly tears streaming down his masculine face.

"Holy crap, Xin, what the hell happened to you?!" Ahri exclaimed, rushing over to help the weary warrior.

"It's Jarvan!" Xin bawled. "I thought it was bad before, but now it's even worse! He refuses to shut up about Shyvana! He talks about everything, the way she eats, the way she snuggles, even the way she sneezes! I... I just..." The ex-gladiator began sobbing uncontrollably in Ahri's arms as the bewildered gumiho awkwardly attempted to console him. Taric held his face in hands, groaning. Aurelion Sol's booming laughter reverberated all throughout the office.

All in all, an average assignment for the two matchmakers.

A/N: BACK FROM THE DEAD, BOYS

This chapter had been in development hell since last year. I remember writing about everything until the date, and then I just started drawing a complete blank for some reason. Well, at least it's finished now.

Anyway, I guess this is the first 'mainstream' ship, the kind that's popular and well known throughout the fanbase. Not that it'll make me stop doing obscure ships that seem to work themselves out on my end, but I will be doing some more well-known ships.

I also like to mention that I'm eventually going to make an overhaul of all the previous chapters. Aside from various formatting errors that I haven't rectified, like in my first two chapters of this fic, I wanted to put more focus on Taric and Ahri and what they're doing in each chapter. I feel like there was a fundamental flaw with my previous chapters, where I'd focus too much on their clients and not on them, because it ultimately conflicts with my vision of a the antics of a fabulous man and a fox girl as they try and sort out everyone's relationship woes. It made me extremely reluctant to put out more chapters, and I've even considered dropping the fic altogether. Fortunately, I feel like I've sorted every issue I may have had in this chapter, so don't worry about a thing.

I also have an admittedly crack headcanon that Lux is into Yaoi and that Irelia is a closeted perv, but hey, that's just me.

And by the way, that thing about the Taric ban was actually real. Shit hurts, man. And in case you're wondering, F0URCE isn't my actual Summoner Name in League. Finding me's not going to be that easy, hue hue hue.

On another note, my exam gauntlet starts next month, and goes through the entirety of May, so don't expect any updates next month. I'll update my bio accordingly, and hopefully I'll be able to update my other two stories before I inevitably have to go back to my coffin.

Anyway, thanks again for reading, and feel free to leave a comment about your thoughts and who you'd like to see in the next chapter. I'll be seeing you guys.