Bael and Powder stepped into their home, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. The excitement of their earlier shopping trip and the intensity of the fight still hung in the air, but their attention was now on the small figure standing between them.
Isha.
She had followed them without a sound, her wide, fearless eyes staring up at them as if waiting for their next move. Powder shut the door behind them and exhaled, running a hand through her short, neatly cut hair.
Bael sighed, looking at the little girl. "So… what now?"
"We keep her," Powder answered immediately.
Bael blinked. "We keep her?"
"What, you wanna just leave her out there?" Powder shot back, crossing her arms. "No way. She's ours now."
Bael frowned, rubbing the back of his head. "It's not that I wanna leave her, but… where are we gonna put her? The city's dangerous, Powder. This isn't some fairy tale where we just take in a lost kid and everything works out."
Powder crouched down, resting her hands on her knees as she met Isha's gaze. "You don't wanna be alone, right?"
Isha didn't speak—she never did—but the slight shake of her head was all the answer Powder needed.
"See?" Powder stood up, turning to Bael with a smirk. "She stays. At least for now."
Bael exhaled sharply, looking between Powder and the girl. "Alright, fine. But what about the party? We can't just leave her here."
"Then we bring her."
Bael gave her a look. "To the party? Powder, that's not exactly—"
"She'll be safer with us," Powder cut in, her voice firm. "Besides, if anyone's got a problem with it, they can deal with me."
Bael still wasn't convinced, but then Isha did something unexpected. She took a step closer and reached for his sleeve, tugging it lightly. When he looked down at her, she was staring straight at him, fearless as ever, but there was something else in her eyes.
She trusted him.
Bael ran a hand down his face. "Shit…" He glanced at Powder, who was already grinning, knowing she had won. "Alright. Fine. But if she causes trouble, that's on you."
"She won't," Powder said confidently. "Right, Isha?"
Isha gave a single nod, still holding onto Bael's sleeve.
Bael sighed in defeat. "Let's get ready, then."
Powder clapped her hands together. "Now this is gonna be a party to remember."
...
The Last Drop was alive with energy. Music blasted from the speakers, neon lights flickered in rhythmic chaos, and the floor vibrated with the stomping of feet. The air was thick with the smell of liquor, sweat, and the electric anticipation of a wild night.
Then, the doors swung open.
Bael and Powder stepped in, hand in hand, making a legendary entrance. The crowd turned, and for a moment, the entire place froze. Powder's confident smirk, Bael's composed but commanding presence—they owned the moment.
Then, the place exploded.
"YEAHHH!!!" Mylo roared from behind the bar, raising a massive mug in the air.
Silco smirked from his seat in the VIP corner, swirling a glass of whiskey. "Now that is an entrance."
Benzo let out a hearty laugh, throwing an arm around Vander.
Vi whistled loudly, arms crossed but clearly impressed.
"LET'S GO!!" Ekko screamed, jumping onto a table and fist-pumping the air.
Claggor banged his fists against a barrel, hyping up the energy.
Mylo fired off a few makeshift fireworks, making the room erupt in cheers.
Powder ate it up. She raised her arms like a champion, basking in the attention. "That's right, bitches!" she shouted. "Your girl's here, and she brought a king!"
Bael chuckled, shaking his head, but the way his grip tightened around her hand? Yeah. He loved this.
Then, Powder pulled him forward. "C'mon, let's own this party."
Bael glanced down at Isha, who was clinging to his sleeve. "You good?"
The little girl, still fearless as ever, just nodded.
Bael smirked. "Alright then."
Isha stayed close to Bael's side, gripping his sleeve like a lifeline. She didn't seem scared—just watchful, her bright eyes scanning the room.
Vander waved them over. "Get over here, you two! This is a damn special occasion!"
Bael barely had time to react before Vander shoved a drink in his hand and pulled him into a bone-crushing embrace. "A guy from Zaun making it big in Piltover? That's legendary, kid." He clapped Bael on the back. "I'm proud of you. And i'm proud of Powder too for helping you achieve your goals, kid."
Bael was caught off guard. In his original world, praise like this was rare. And Vander? The way he spoke, the way his presence filled the room—he wasn't just some bar owner. He was a leader. A father to many here.
Before Bael could say anything, Silco approached, his sharp eyes gleaming. "You pulled off something… unexpected," he mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Piltover isn't known for welcoming our kind."
Bael met his gaze, unflinching. "They'll have to get used to it."
Silco's smirk widened. "That's the spirit."
Benzo ruffled Bael's hair, laughing. "Just don't let it get to your head, kid."
Powder grinned wildly. "Bael's success is my success." She threw her arms around his neck. "And tonight, we celebrate."
The crowd roared.
Ekko grabbed a bottle. "TO BAEL!!!"
"To Bael!"
A chorus of cheers filled the bar as drinks were raised high. The party was in full swing.
Then, Powder turned to Bael, her eyes burning with mischief.
"Dance with me."
Bael blinked. "What?"
Powder didn't give him a choice. She dragged him onto the dance floor. The music shifted to something intense, pulsing, wild.
Powder moved with dangerous confidence, hips swaying, eyes locked on him like a predator.
Bael wasn't much of a dancer, but Powder? She was damn mesmerizing. The way she moved, the way her fingers trailed over his chest before grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer—she was in control.
"I hope you're ready," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Tonight, you're mine."
Bael felt his pulse spike.
The night had just begun.
While the party raged on, Claggor and Mylo had their eyes on someone else—Isha.
The little girl stood near the bar, her small hands gripping the edge of a chair as she watched the chaos unfold. She wasn't scared. If anything, she looked… curious.
Claggor crouched down beside her. "Hey, little one. You alright?"
Isha blinked up at him but said nothing.
Mylo nudged Claggor. "What's her deal?"
"She's with Bael and Powder," Claggor replied. "Guess they found her out in Piltover."
Mylo raised a brow. "What, they adopting kids now?"
Isha turned and stared at him. Just stared.
"…Okay, that's kinda freaky," Mylo muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
Claggor chuckled. "She's fearless, I'll give her that."
Meanwhile, in the center of the bar, Bael and Powder were about to make a statement.
Powder grinned as she dragged Bael onto the dance floor. The music changed—intense, electric, the kind of beat that gets inside your bones and doesn't let go.
"Let's give 'em a show," she whispered.
Bael didn't even get the chance to refuse.
The moment they moved, they owned the floor. Powder's body moved with an untamed rhythm, fluid, sharp, and deadly, like she was born to command the stage. But Bael? He kept up, his movements just as precise, just as bold.
Their bodies twisted and turned, hands meeting, parting, colliding again. It was a battle. It was a performance. It was chaos and control all at once.
People stopped to watch.
Vi let out a low whistle. "Damn… Didn't know Bael could move like that."
Ekko grinned. "I don't think even he knew."
Powder spun, then grabbed Bael's collar and pulled him close—so close their breaths mixed, their eyes locked.
"Try and keep up."
Then, she flipped backwards, landing with a smirk.
Bael exhaled sharply. Oh, it was on.
The music hit harder, their movements got wilder, and the whole damn bar was cheering.
By the time the song ended, Powder threw her arms around Bael's neck, panting, grinning, victorious.
The crowd exploded...
At the bar, Bael leaned against the counter while Powder practically bounced in her seat, still buzzing from the high of their dance. The music pounded, the energy of the Last Drop alive with celebration, but here, for a moment, it was just them.
Silco, of all people, was the one pouring the drinks tonight. He slid a glass of something dark toward Bael and a fizzy, colorful concoction toward Powder.
"You're in a good mood," Silco observed, watching Powder practically glow with excitement.
She grinned, taking a deep sip of her drink. "Hell yeah, I am! My man's a Piltover bigshot, we just killed it on the dance floor, and we're about to party all night—what's not to love?"
Bael chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think I've seen you this happy before."
Powder turned to him, eyes burning with something intense. She leaned in, her voice dropping into something almost dangerous. "I told you, Bael. Our future starts now."
Before he could respond, a small presence approached.
Isha.
She had silently appeared at Powder's side, her big blue eyes peering up at the bar. Despite the chaos of the Last Drop, she seemed unfazed.
Silco raised an eyebrow. "And what do we have here?"
Powder ruffled Isha's hair. "This is Isha. She's ours now."
Bael nearly choked on his drink. "Wait, what?"
Isha didn't react, just continued staring up at Silco.
Silco smirked. "Quite the claim."
Without another word, he reached behind the bar and poured a glass of fresh juice, placing it in front of Isha.
She blinked at the drink, then carefully took a sip.
Her eyes lit up.
Powder laughed. "She likes it!"
Isha nodded once. Approved.
Silco chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped the counter. "She's fearless. I like her."
Powder grinned, wrapping an arm around Bael. "Told ya, Bael. We're building a family, one badass at a time."
Bael sighed, rubbing his temple. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
As the night raged on, the energy in the Last Drop shifted. The wild, chaotic celebration slowly gave way to something more... intimate.
The music took a turn, and the sound of the legendary Stromae's "Ma Meilleur Ennemi" filled the air, the melancholic yet rhythmic melody casting a hypnotic spell over the room.
Powder, perched on the bar counter, leaned forward, eyes locked onto Bael as he stepped into the center of the dance floor.
It was his moment.
The crowd instinctively backed off, giving him space. Even Silco and Vander paused their drinks to watch.
Bael moved with a calculated grace—his steps deliberate, his rhythm fluid. Every motion had meaning, each flick of his wrist and tilt of his head telling a story only he and Powder could understand.
His movements mirrored the dance Vi had once shared with Ekko in another timeline… but this time, it was different.
This time, it was for her.
Powder's breath hitched. This wasn't just some performance. This was Bael giving himself to the moment, to her.
The music swelled, and Bael's footwork became sharper, faster. He twirled, feinted, his body moving like a blade through air—smooth, precise, but dangerous.
The crowd cheered, hollered, but Powder barely heard them.
All she saw was him.
And then, he stopped—right in front of her, his chest heaving, his gaze piercing into hers.
A heartbeat.
Then another.
Powder lunged at him, crashing their lips together in a feverish kiss, hands clutching at his shirt like she never wanted to let go. The crowd erupted, but it didn't matter.
Tonight was theirs.