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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Reuniting With Ekko, Vi And Viktor

EKKO

You had been a kid taken in by Vander

And he was friends with a man named Benzo, who had also taken a kid under his wing

So, you had always been close to Ekko and Powder most out of all the kids

Being closer to their age and all

You all were together everyday, never leaving each other's side

You and Ekko were hanging out one day when you saw a strange man come into the shop

You both could tell he wasn't from the Undercity

And he paid Ekko in gold, Ekko charged him double price with your convincing

And after you both followed him to his pretty apartment in Piltover

And you could tell he was rich, or had rich connections

So when you guys came back you told Vi, she was proud as hell of you both

And her, Powder, Claggor and Mylo left to rob the apartment

That was the start of it all

Vander was taken, Benzo was killed and in the middle of the night after staying with Ekko to help him, you felt the ground shake

You panicked, telling Ekko to stay there in the shop as you ran like hell

When you got there Vi was leaning against a wall as she sobbed

You kneeled down beside her to check on her, worried as she looked at you shocked

Then you both looked up, seeing the man recognized as Silco standing above your best friend on the ground

You both bolted, standing up to go get her before you were hit on the head

You fell to the ground, your conscious abandoning you

When you woke up, you were in a stone cell with Vi shaking you

You both were in prison, you thought they couldn't keep you there without trial o question

But you were wrong

Simply because you were from the Undercity, they kept you both there

For seven years

Vi kept you safe, you were all she had

But you both wanted out

And one day you got it

When a certain someone came around with a drawing of a monkey

You finally came back to the Undercity, looking for Powder and Ekko

And you found Powder, just not in the way you thought

And then you were ambushed by people in masks

One you swore you saw before, lingering in the shadows

And then you woke up in a random room

The one in the mask leaning against a wall

You opened your eyes, your head hurt like hell from being knocked out. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing your head as you looked around. You looked in the corner, a ray of light seeping in until you saw something.

Leaning against a wall, in the shadows a man with a white owl mask leaned against a wall. You glared, standing up as you clenched your fists.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, your guard fully up as he slowly stepped out of the shadows.

"Why the hell am I here? Why won't you fucking answer?!" You yelled, impatient as he just kept staring at you.

You then intently watched as he reached up to his mask, your eyes widening as you saw he was taking it off.

His head faced to the ground, his mask hissing as he dropped it to his side. He then stepped into the light, looking up as your eyes found familiarity in his face.

"...Ekko?" You breathed out, shocked as you stepped forward once. You then stopped as he looked at you with a blank stare. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked.

"What? Where am I? What the hell is all this?" You asked, panicking as you looked around. You didn't like not knowing stuff, feeling paranoid of what was to come.

"What do you know about this?" He asked, opening a case to a blue stone. "Nothing! Powder had it, I don't know why but- shit, oh my god." You said, pacing back and forth as you tried to calm down.

"Where have you been? Where have you and Vi been? And why the hell were you with Jinx and-" Everything felt like it was spinning, Ekko's questions coming in fast and you couldn't keep up.

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your hands meeting your head as you tried to get the feeling of nausea to pass.

You wanted to know where you were, what happened while you were gone and what the hell happened to Powder.

"Ekko! Jus-Just shut the hell up!" You cut him off, yelling as he paused and looked at you worried.

You looked tired, your entire body shaking as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Everything was so fast and you couldn't keep up.

"What the hell is going on?! What happened?! Me and Vi, w-we were thrown in Still- Prison and-" Ekko's eyes widened at your confession, Prison? What the hell did you mean Prison?

"Prison?! What the hell do you mean by Prison, Y/n?" He asked, you looking at him. "Yeah, we were thrown in Stillwater. No trial, nothing for seven fucking years!" You yelled, closing your eyes as you backed up into a pole.

You breathed heavily as you tried to ground yourself.

"What happened while we were gone?! Powder- or Jinx, or whoever the fuck! What happened to her?! What happened to my best friend…" you trailed off, beginning to sob as everything sunk in.

Through the years you never actually had time to sit and think so it was all coming in like waves.

Vander had died, Benzo died, Claggor and Mylo died. You and I were thrown in jail without question.

When you got out Powder was someone else, Silco flooded the lanes and took your guys' home. And Ekko was fucking yelling at you.

You hated being yelled at, it was something your birth parents did before leaving you to rot and it stuck with you.

Ekko looked at you sadly, his eyes filled with sympathy and guilt as he remembered you hated being yelled at. He slowly steps toward you, grabbing your hand and softly pulling you close to him.

"It's okay, everything's fine, I'm here…" he quietly stated, you holding onto him for dear life as your breathing calmed down.

"What happened while we were gone…?" You quietly asked, looking up at Ekko. He sighed, shaking his head. "A lot, Y/n. A lot." He stated.

You examined his face, lifting your palm to his right cheek as you sniffled. "Aw, Little man isn't little anymore." You laughed softly, Ekko rolling his eyes at you amusedly.

You slowly pulled back into the hig, your ear rested against his chest where his heart was.

You found Ekko, and for now you would live in the moment. At least for a bit, because at least he was okay.

You had been taken in by Benzo when young

And met Vi a couple days after

You two were stuck together by the hip

You were close in age and liked being together

You were the calm one while she was the harsh one

Still, match made in heaven

She liked being with you because you were calming

You liked being with her because she was her

And everything was great

Until the apartment heist

Everything went wrong after that

Benzo died

And so did Vander, Mylo and Claggor

What didn't help was Vi had went missing and Powder became Jinx

She never messed with you, visiting you when she could

But she didn't like being reminded of Powder

She clung to you still because you were all she had left, and you were like her other big sister growing up

You came to terms Vi was dead, you had to survive though

So Babbette offered you a job, at the Brothel

Wasn't your ideal job but you took it

Everything was a bit peaceful in your life for a while

Until the past came knocking

You cleaned up your room in the brothel, your last client had come in and left after about 30 minutes and you were done for the day.

You were tired as hell and just wanted to get to Jericho's, eat and come back and sleep until forever. You had changed into something a bit more comfortable, grabbing your keys and about to head out until you heard the door open.

It then clicked closed just as you reached for your keys. You sighed, talking over your shoulder. "Wrong room. I'm done for the day, sorry." You said, walking forward as your hand grasped your keychain.

"Aw, too bad. You sure you don't have time for me, sweetheart?" That voice…you heard it before. You froze, you felt like you couldn't move at all. You recognized it but you didn't want to accept it.

Over the years your mind played tricks on you, a glimpse in your peripheral had you thinking Vi was around the corner. A whisper in your ear made you flinch thinking it was her only to come back to earth a second later.

You shook your head, not looking behind you. "Enough with the games, brain. She's not here…" you mumbled to yourself, resuming what you had been doing.

"But it's not a game. It's me, Y/n." She said again, this time you felt like crying as you realized she didn't go away. She would've left by now if it was a game.

You slowly turned around, your eyes finding the woman now grown up standing in front of you. She stared back at you with a small smile, her eyes looked you up and down.

"...Vi?" You whispered, afraid to talk as if she would disappear. She nodded her head, stepping closer to you. You gave a small sniffle, as she got closer you lunged at her.

You knocked her back a fre steps before she stabled herself. She gave a small chuckle mixed with a sniffle. She hugged you back, missing your touch over the years.

"You're okay.. How in hell are you alive?" You asked, your head not leaving her chest. "Believe me, I don't even know." She mumbled, resting her chin on top of your head as she closed her eyes.

She felt a little peace in that moment, holding you. Maybe the seven years of hoping and praying paid off, because you were actually here.

Alive. And with her now.

And god, she was never letting you go, ever again.

VIKTOR

Your dad was Singed, and you met him when his boat flowed through the cavern

That's when you first saw him, you sat next to Rio as it knocked against your foot

He then stepped into your vision

He was hesitant until your dad beckoned him towards you guys as he held his toy boat in his hand

You then noticed his cane, tilting your head at it but shaking it off

Wasn't anything new, and was best not to ask

He was a loner, not being able to play with the other kids

You didn't like playing with them, thought they were idiots who were even ruder than their parents

You preferred staying with your dad and helping Rio

And eventually you three became loners together

You and Viktor grew up close together

You were stuck to the other like glue

You also both helped your dad with his gadgetry and projects

Everything was good, until Rio god worse

You begged your dad to let her go, but he always said the same thing

"The mutation must survive"

But Viktor didn't like it

And he left

You never saw him again for a long time

Viktor sat in his lab, Jayce gone for the day for whatever he did. He was messing with Hex tech, trying to improve it as he heard the lab door open.

"Sorry, Jayce is not here. And I am quite busy." He called over his shoulder, not looking back as he went back to his gadget.

He heard a sigh from behind him. 'Must be Sky.' He thought, not paying anymore mind until a voice broke the silence.

"Aw, not even enough time for little 'ol me?" He paused, it couldn't be. He hadn't seen you for years. And in Piltover? His lab nonetheless?

He turned around, shocked as he saw your smirking face standing at the middle counter of the lab.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed, smiling as he stood up and grabbed his cane. You laughed, walking towards him and meeting him halfway. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I haven't seen you in years." He smiled, you pulling away as you laughed. "Yeah, about time, huh?" He nodded his head. "Yes, how did you know I was here?" He asked.

"I got in contact with your lab partner, Jayce. He was excited to help." You explained, nudging his cheek as he shook his head. "Remind me to thank him, for once." He joked.

"Wow, Piltover really has a hold on you. You have humour now?" You teased, the man rolling his eyes at you amusedly as he pulled away.

"Come, I should show you my creation." He walked over to his desk, you following him

You always wondered what his life was in Piltover, now you could be a part of it.

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 6 months

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*clenches fist* op how does it feel to be right

IT FEELS AWFUL ACTUALLY!!!!!!!

Not to keep yapping but I’m gonna keep YAPPING.

It’s ESPECIALLY frustrating when cops have disproportionately harmed the Black community and hearing people who aren’t Black use that language to win a ship poll 😭

Okay, I know im making it more serious than it is and everyone’s just joking around and having a fun time, but it’s a consistent thing we see ALL THE TIME when it comes to caitvi.

Sure, they’re becoming cops, but that means something different in the Arcane-verse. They’re motives are genuine and caring. And I know like nothing about league so I can be wrong here, but from what we see with Caitlyn and Vi, they’re trying to change things. They’re changing what cops actually are to what they should be. Protectors of the people who need it.

Cops are bad, YES (let’s discuss why tho so you don’t just run with this random talking point!!!)!! But have you noticed that Arcane is literally in an entirely different universe and that it, once again, AGREES with you on that stance and they’re actively trying to CHANGE THE SYSTEM? Like… that’s the whole point of CaitVi. It’s change. Internal and external.

Again, they’re not becoming cops to have a blast upholding a system.

And again, many of these people seem to not care about reform they just care about outrage. Maybe they don’t notice, but that’s just how it feels

And again again, what do we want CaitVi to do??? Just cease from the plot entirely and let Piltover and Zaun self destruct?

Caitlyn and Vi would never be able to fix systemic issues from the outside, not by themselves.

I could be reading this all wrong and I’m open to being told I’m doing too much cuz I most definitely am, but this is where my head’s at.

#arcane #caitvi #to slay or not to slay #anyway I’m done and tired #idk if I’ve gotten my point across but 🏃🏾‍♀️

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matchamilkislover · 4 months

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In The Darkest Corners, 13.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness. this one’s still pretty fucked up, at least for my standards.

word count: 2,957

author’s note: i low key feel sadistic after writing this chapter. but anyways, yes i know my paragraphs are long, no i won’t be changing them 😁 enjoy !!

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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Caitlyn's steps echoed in the damp corridor as she approached the cell where Vi was held captive. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls that seemed to follow her as she walked. As Caitlyn reached for the door, the clink of metal against metal reverberated in the cold air. Her voice pierced the silence as she whispered into it. “Vi? Are you there?” A quiet echo bounced off of the cold, hard walls of the cell, but the resounding silence made her nervous as the seconds passed. After what felt like forever, Vi's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

“Caitlyn? What the hell are you doing here?” Vi hissed back, rising out of the darkness of her cell to approach Caitlyn. Her defenses prickled at the memory of what went down in front of the Council. More importantly, what she lost that day.

Caitlyn paused, her hand lingering on the lock. She met Vi's gaze, her expression unreadable. "I'm getting you out.”

Hope flickered in Vi’s chest, but it was quickly dampened by doubt. The skepticism dancing on her face hardened into a scowl. "Why? What's your game, Caitlyn?"

"Look, I know you may not have the best impression of me, but I’m here for Olive. She’s been missing, and I talked to the bartender at The Last Drop. He last saw her with Sevika, until she passed out and Sevika dragged her off. I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about this?” Caitlyn replied, her tone measured.

Vi's fists clenched, the tension between them escalating. "You think I don’t know? That Silco wouldn’t dangle it in my face like some sort of fucked up little game? You think I haven’t been torturing myself in here, day in and day out, trying to figure out how to get to her?” She stepped forward menacingly as she spoke, until Caitlyn could almost feel her breath on her face. “But now you show up out of nowhere, claiming you want to help? For what, a Piltover PR stunt? Either get me out of here so I can fix this shit, or leave.”

Caitlyn's jaw tightened, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken conflict. "I know you don't trust me, Vi. But I need you to trust that I want to help you. To help Olive. Silco's grip on the Undercity is tightening, and we need to stand together against it." She paused, taking a suddenly shaky breath. “And…I, uh….I can’t lose Olive again.”

Vi scoffed and rolled her eyes, suspicion still etched on her features. "Why should I believe you? You've always been on the other side of this mess. You couldn’t even try to find Olive when she spent an entire year alone in the Undercity.”

Caitlyn sighed, the weight of their shared history pressing on her shoulders. "I know I haven't been the most reliable ally in the past. But circumstances have changed. We—"

Vi cut her off bitterly. "Save it. I don't need your explanations. Just get me out of here, and we'll go from there." Caitlyn was silent, caught off guard. Vi studied Caitlyn's face, searching for any hint of deceit. The cell seemed to shrink around them as the seconds ticked away. Finally, Caitlyn nodded, a begrudging acceptance in her eyes. She understood that the fragile alliance forged in the depths of the Undercity might not survive in the harsh light of the world above.

She pulled out some sort of advanced lock picking mechanism, and made quick work of the rickety cell lock. As the lock clicked open, the cell door swung open and Caitlyn stepped back cautiously as Vi quickly exited her cell. The tension lingered, a silent reminder of the delicate balance between trust and betrayal hovering around them. Caitlyn, acutely aware of the strained atmosphere, focused on the task at hand—getting Vi out of Stillwater. The dim light flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows on the walls. They were able to quickly sneak back out of Stillwater, Caitlyn following Vi’s quick, athletic maneuvering.

Once they were a ways away from Stillwater, Caitlyn put a hand on Vi’s arm to stop her. Vi flinched at the touch, like she was tempted to swing, but Caitlyn chose to ignore the movement. “Stop, Vi — where are we even going? How do you know where she is?”

The question made Vi sigh, like it was something obvious that Caitlyn was oblivious to. “I know Silco. I know where he keeps his facilities. I know exactly where he has her. Where he wants me.” Her face was hard as stone.

Caitlyn wasn’t convinced. “So what, we’re just going to walk straight into what is obviously a trap? The two of us? Even if we managed to get in, there’s no way we’d be able to get Olive out. Not without a full rescue team.” Her disbelief was palpable in her voice.

Vi closed her eyes, like she was thinking, and then shook her head. “I don’t care. I’ll figure it out. I won’t wait anymore. I have to find her.” She started walking again, but yet again, Caitlyn grabbed her arm to stop her, more forcefully this time.

“You’d be a fool to do this. Just wait one day, I’ll pull together a team of enforcers and we’ll face Silco and his followers together. Then we’ll have an actual chance.” Her voice was desperate, like she wasn’t just trying to convince Vi, but herself as well. Vi pulled away again.

“You can do that if you want, but I’ve learned my lesson with enforcers, and I’m not risking it again. Especially not with Olive involved.” She spoke with an air of finality that Caitlyn came to accept was not one to be questioned. She sighed.

“Fine. I’ll move as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, just…be safe. Please. For Olive,” Caitlyn replied in a gentler voice, softening in the subject of her childhood friend. Vi nodded, and then turned her back to leap into the Undercity, moving as quickly as she could while keeping her stealth.

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This time when Olive awoke, she was alone. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved, or made more anxious by the absence of another person. She sat there in the silence, her back against the freezing wall of her cell, alone with her thoughts and fears. Was she really going to die like this? How soon would it be? Would, at the end of the day, it really be her own father that ended her life? A year ago, she might’ve been grateful to be free from the pain and confusion…but now, she had something to lose. Someone to lose. Even if it was a someone who left her. Alone. In the rain. Someone who she wasn’t even sure she would ever see again, if she did survive this. Before Olive knew it, she could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, and her ears suddenly registered the sobs leaving her throat. Her cries seemed unending, the cold in the air and the burning on her wrists disappearing into her sorrow. After what felt like forever and no time at all, she finally heard footsteps tapping down the corridor towards her, a mocking “tsk, tsk, tsk,” being murmured by the figure as they approached.

“What?” Olive choked out through her sobs. Suddenly, it didn’t feel worth it to save her words anymore. “Here to taunt me more? Make me feel worthless, hopeless, despaired?” She took a shaking breath and continued, “Well, I’m already there. You did your job. What else do you want from me?” The door to her cell clanged open and shut, but Olive still kept her eyes squeezed and trained on the floor. It wasn’t like she could use her hands to wipe her tears while they were changed behind her back, so squeezing the excess liquid out of her eyes was the best she could do. She listened intently as the figure knelt in front of her and grabbed her face in their hands. She wished she didn’t recognize their touch.

“Oh, dear, sweet Olive tree, don’t cry,” her father’s — no, Teeter’s voice made a terrified shiver go down her spine. He wiped her tears for a moment, but she flinched from his touch, now glaring straight into his eyes. Instead of pulling away, his grip on her jaw tightened. His voice turned from a fake sweetness to a true hiss. “Don’t you worry, dear daughter,” he drew out the pet name like a snake, “it’ll all be over soon anyways. We’re just missing one piece of our puzzle.” Olive took a deep breath, and glanced down at his hands before looking back into his eyes. Wordlessly, she reeled back slightly and, as hard as she could, spit straight in his face.

Her screams followed quickly after. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” she bellowed, her voice scraping even as she ignored it, “YOU FILTHY MURDERING FUCKING TRAITOR, YOU’RE DEAD. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD. I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS AGAIN, I WON’T. YOU COWARD,” her voice echoed in the cell and down whatever corridors connected to it. Teeter grimaced and angrily wiped the spit off his face, using that same hand to then cover one of his ears as Olive screamed, the other keeping a tight grip on her face. He suddenly let go of her face and immediately slapped her as hard as he could, making Olive’s eyes blur and tears prick in her eyes. Before she could react, he gripped her face in one hand again, this time so tightly that her cheeks were completely squished together by her mouth.

“How dare you, you little bitch,” he snarled, pulling her close to his face. Even though her cheek was bright red and felt like it was on fire, Olive ignored the pain and returned Teeter’s glare silently. He huffed and dropped her. “Sevika!” He called in a suddenly airy voice, “I think our bitch needs a muzzle.” As Sevika turned from the wall outside of Olive’s cell and strolled in as requested, Olive’s stomach filled with dread. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she scrambled back against the wall, as if she would somehow be able to escape this. Teeter simply watched her and laughed cruelly. Olive’s eyes were wide as saucers while she watched Sevika approach, spinning a metal muffle gag in one finger.

Sevika’s voice broke through the momentarily quiet room. “I’ll take it from here,” she spoke gruffly through a half-smirk, only glancing at Teeter, who nodded and looked to Olive one more time. She continued glaring.

“I’ll see you later then, dear daughter,” he said sinisterly, kicking her once in the abdomen lightly and ignoring her whine. “Can’t wait for our next talk…” He turned and slinked out of the room, leaving Sevika to her own devices with Olive. The taller woman nodded a goodbye and focused her attention to Olive, who was glaring up at her from her position against the wall.

Sevika smirked. “Oh, my little bird, I wish we could do this in different circumstances,” she remarked cruelly, approaching Olive with the so-called ‘muzzle’ in her hand. “How nice would that be, hm?” Her voice was that of a mocking murmur, only fueling Olive’s hatred and dread. Olive bared her teeth in a grimace, holding back the urge to spit again.

“You’re disgusting,” Olive replied in a hate-filled voice. Sevika only laughed. Her laugh made something in Olive snap, and she reeled back and then spit straight into Sevika’s face (or as close as she could get from the floor). Disgusted, Sevika grimaced and then whipped her gaze back to Olive with a newfound anger in her eyes.

“You really want to act like a bitch? Then I’ll treat you like the little bitch that you are,” Sevika barked, roughly grabbing Olive’s jaw in one hand and yanking her up to where Sevika could more easily reach her. Before Olive could recover from the shock and spit a retort, the muzzle was being shoved onto her face. Olive half-choked on the gag as it invaded her face and mouth, making Sevika grin maliciously. With a click, Sevika latched the device on securely and shoved Olive back down to the floor, still gagging a bit on the new sensation and desperately trying to force her body to breathe out of her nose. Once she could breathe, she sent a hateful glare towards Sevika, who sighed and leaned down a bit. Her large body approaching Olive’s made the smaller flinch away, as if she would be able to get away. As if. Sevika rolled her eyes.

“You know, little bird, I would be a lot nicer if you made it easier,” Sevika said to her with a sigh, catching Olive’s chin with one finger as she tried to turn away and lifting Olive’s gaze to hers. “So pretty…” she murmured, “we’d have so much fun, you and I.” Olive could do nothing but glare in response. Sevika sighed again and removed her finger. “It’s too bad that you’re too much of a prissy bitch to take an opportunity when you get one,” she grunted and took out a cigar, lighting it and placing it between her lips to take a long drag before speaking again. “You could’ve had it good down here. But instead, you chose someone who won’t even attempt to help you. How sad.” Olive’s glare became fiery, and she lurched out towards Sevika, as if she could do anything. The chain holding her hands wasn’t even long enough for her to stand up, much less reach Sevika, and Olive was yanked back down by the chain as vigorously as she tried to get up. Unsurprisingly, Sevika laughed and cooed mockingly. “Aww, want to fight back, do we?” her voice hushed suddenly, “You’re ours now, little bird. And there’s no fighting back.” With that, she turned around and left the room, leaving Olive to moan in pain at the new restriction on her face.

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The night wrapped Silco's stronghold in a shroud of darkness, broken only by sporadic lanterns casting long, eerie shadows. Vi moved with calculated determination towards the looming warehouse that covered Silco’s underground hold, her steps muffled by her strategic movements as she approached. Ideally, she would slip past the guards and into the stronghold unnoticed, but when it came to Vi, this wasn’t a very realistic option. Instead, she left a trail of unconscious guards behind her, bodies hidden by random objects or pushed behind barriers and into shadowy corners. Soon enough, she was within the twisted corridors of Silco’s headquarters. The echoes of distant conversations and clinking metal reverberated as Vi navigated the labyrinthine passages, her keen eyes searching for any sign of Olive. The information she had extracted from Caitlyn and Grint had led her here, to Silco's inner sanctum, where he practiced the majority and most important of his operations, as well as kept his long-term prisoners. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended lower and lower into the hold, eventually approaching a heavily guarded door. With practiced finesse, Vi disabled the guards without a sound, their unconscious bodies now silent witnesses to her intrusion. The door, fortified and imposing, seemed to defy her entry. Vi gritted her teeth, muscles flexing as she used all her strength to pry it open. The hinges groaned in protest, but the door finally yielded. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, revealing rows of cells like crypts in the Undercity's secret catacomb. The air hung heavy with the scent of dampness and despair. Vi scanned the cells as she advanced through the corridor, her eyes searching for a familiar face. Eventually, she spotted a battered form huddled on the ground on the floor of the farthest cell, quiet pained breaths leaving the person’s body. Vi rushed to the cell, hands coming up to the bars as she looked in. Instantly, her heart sank as she recognized that the form was in fact a shivering Olive, seemingly unconscious on the floor of her cell.

"Olive!" Vi whispered urgently, her voice barely audible above the oppressive silence. Olive’s body didn’t move. Vi shoved the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, ignoring the fact that it was suspiciously unlocked as she rushed to Olive. She gently took Olive’s face in her calloused and wrapped hands, inspecting her as she whispered pleas for her to get up. “Olive, Olive please…wake up, Olive, please…it’s me, its Vi,” she begged, her voice breaking as she spoke and a breath of relief leaving her chest when Olive’s eyes blinked open.

But instead of looking relieved, Olive’s eyes widened and she immediately squirmed to try to escape Vi’s grasp, her instincts surging with panic even though she had yet to realize who had awoken her. Vi gently grabbed one of her arms and rubbed, continuing to identify herself until Olive finally seemed to hear her and paused, wide eyes meeting Vi’s. At first, she looked shocked, then relieved, and tears welled in her eyes as Vi pulled her into her grasp and held her for a moment. Vi then pulled away, moving to release her from her binds, but Olive’s eyes grew wide again, and she started to scream from behind her mask, muffled sounds being all that came out as she stared at something behind Vi and desperately tried to free herself again. Confused, Vi’s ears finally picked up on footsteps approaching from behind, not having heard them before as she focused on Olive. But by the time she realized this, it was too late, and something heavy hit her on the head before she could even turn around, the world going dark.

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mollysunder · 4 months

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The Inx: Jinx's Great and Terrible Devotees in Spite of Conv/rgence

The most annoying thing about Conv/rgence as a game is that it introduces great concepts, like the Inx, but just fumbles the execution of them and the overall story.

In Conv/rgence the Inx are a new chempunk gang of Zaunite teens and young adults that idolize and borderline worship Jinx to the point where they're said to spread chaos in her name. But the Zaun that Conv/rgence establishes tells a different story about the Inx from the intended description.

The first time the Inx appear is in the Conv/rgence comic, where the lead members like Chadd play at the Triumph Festival. It's supposed to be a Zaunite festival to celebrate Jayce's defeating Viktor, the Machine Herald. If the Inx follow Jinx's lifestyle why would they even play at such an event to celebrate a Piltovan, and why would Zaunites think the Inx wouldn't make trouble over it? I could go on about how weird it is for Zaun to host a festival to celebrate Jayce, a Piltovan champion for a fight unrelated to them and their wellbeing, but that would take too long.

For people who admire Jinx's boldness, the best they can do in the comics is pretty harmless vandalism where they just graffiti Jinx's monkey tag over some walls. The Inx are also nowhere to be seen in major events like the Scraptown Run, which apparently all Zaun gangs participate in.

Then there's members like Moshpit Meg. Meg's a diehard Jinx fan that loves Jinx's attitude and dedication to explosions. Before that Meg was admired Vi, the enforcer, because Vi's gauntlets reminded Meg of her own naturally big fists and it made her feel less self conscious about her own hands. That second half begs too many questions I don't have time for.

Outside of aesthetic choices there isn't really anything about the Inx that says they're people who stake their identity around Jinx. This is largely because Conv/rgence's universe works hard to sanitize Zaunite grievances against Piltover which directly undermines the central class conflict between Zaun and Piltover. It also largely impacts the motivations and general existence of characters like Jinx and the people who follow her, like the Inx, because they wouldn't exist in the absence of Piltover's oppression.

To avoid addressing any real conflict between the two cities the Inx are only vaguely make sense in the story, especially the game. All except for one element, Chadd. I need to say this...

Chadd is Accidentally (on Purpose?) Great

The brief moments the audience gets to know Chadd's character gives us an interesting glimpse at the people Jinx inspires.

The first thing we know about Chadd is that he's a musician, and it's neat trait that connects him to the musical roots of Jinx's character. In League, Jinx was the first champion in League to debut with a music video. It was through Jinx's character that Riot and Fortiche begun experimenting League with music. So it's very fitting that Convergence creates a chorus of sorts for Jinx to continue that musical tradition. To add to that, the game's promo posters decided to reestablish Jinx's connections by making her a talented karaoke singer.

The next thing to know about Chadd is that he was the one who planne and organized the Inx to transform a rundown theatre into an airborne concert arena. Red, Ekko's close friend and romantic interest in the game, confirmed that it was Chadd who was the one to make it happen, within a week too. It's an impressive creative feat that's clearly in homage to "Get Jinxed's" aerial imagery. Despite how cool a stunt that was I couldn't see how it was meant to impress Jinx, she was the most destructive thing in the theater... until I read the transcript "Hold me like a Fermata".

A shotgun, a flame thrower... who's funeral were you planning Chadd!??!? Just for context this was a transcript Ekko found of Chadd and the Inx talking about a new weapon (and sound system?) Chadd seemed to have made. I'm sure Chadd was the one who made it because the Fermata is also the name of a musical note that represents a pause (sometimes dramatic) in a score.

If you're familiar with music you might also know that the Fermata has more than one name, it's also referred to as "the Cyclops Eye". That kind of reference to Silco used on a weapon for a later act to honor Jinx couldn't have been lost on the writers because the Eye of Zaun was already found on an Inx hangout.

When I finally noticed all these details I finally got that Chadd is dangerously devoted to Jinx. All the points in his character can only lead us to conclude the real plan wasn't to just play obnoxiously loud music when the theater reached Piltover's heights, it was to destroy Piltover with all the weapons they equipped on it. That's the best idea I can come up with because Jinx immediately throws bombs at their plan to cause havoc in Piltover... for reasons. It does match Jinx's track record at least, usually other dangerous or apathetic champions tend to appreciate her, like Urgot, Renata Glasc, and Khada Jhin.

Even Chadd's concept art communicates that he's probably more devoted to Jinx than rest of the Inx. The way his early design evolves to reflect Jinx's influence could even tell a story. The more this douchey glam rocker finds inspiration in Jinx the more he changes himself and his art to reflect Jinx's impact. Chadd grows his hair out, wears his tattoo of Jinx in the same place she wears hers, and even dresses more like her, but he still retains his own diva personality.

One last thing, the funniest thing about Chadd is the fact that both Ekko and Red seperately ask him to explain himself and what "statement" he's trying to make with the Inx. Chadd just flat out refuses to answer, and even breaks up with Red over that. I thought he was being douche (he was), but then I remembered Jinx doesn't explain herself in game either about the mayhem she causes, she just taunts anyone who asks. The student learns from the master I guess.

Tldr: In the Converegence game and comics the Inx are characterized by mild vandalism and pretentious artists. And I could almost get behind that idea if only Convergence wasn't so heavily biased towards Piltover the dynamics of a group like the Inx could have had a more interesting exploration in their motivations and goals. Also, Chadd is a dipshit and he makes a great follower of Jinx!

#jinx lol #silco #the inx lol #the inx #the inx convergence #the inx conv/rgence #convergence lol #conv/rgence lol #chadd lol #chadd convergence #chadd conv/rgence #does this count as a partial arcane thing?#because silco's eye is used in association with jinx's followers #convergence is filled with so many missed opportunities and absolute wild storytelling decisions #like lets ignore the camille team up and ask why does jinx want to stop people from destroying piltover #why do zaunites feel make a whole celebration for a piltie like jayce?#why in the game is seraphine a source of inspiration for zaunites when she wasn't even born in zaun she was born in piltover #why is the story about a dangerous chembaron family that makes a dangerous artificial lesser quality version of hex crystals when the ferro #family does the EXACT same thing... oh is the production process dangerous the Ferros do the same thing #that's why Zaun Gray exists in the first place in League #league of legends #they just painted the ferros family brownish red instead of blue

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 2 years

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aah my bad! 3 with Vi, Ekko, and Viktor perhaps? ^^ thank you!

Heyo! Sorry this took some time I was feeling a bit lazy, lmao. Anyways, here ya go, enjoy!!

REUNITING WITH VI, EKKO AND VIKTOR

EKKO

You had been a kid taken in by Vander

And he was friends with a man named Benzo, who had also taken a kid under his wing

So, you had always been close to Ekko and Powder most out of all the kids

Being closer to their age and all

You all were together everyday, never leaving each other's side

You and Ekko were hanging out one day when you saw a strange man come into the shop

You both could tell he wasn't from the Undercity

And he paid Ekko in gold, Ekko charged him double price with your convincing

And after you both followed him to his pretty apartment in Piltover

And you could tell he was rich, or had rich connections

So when you guys came back you told Vi, she was proud as hell of you both

And her, Powder, Claggor and Mylo left to rob the apartment

That was the start of it all

Vander was taken, Benzo was killed and in the middle of the night after staying with Ekko to help him, you felt the ground shake

You panicked, telling Ekko to stay there in the shop as you ran like hell

When you got there Vi was leaning against a wall as she sobbed

You kneeled down beside her to check on her, worried as she looked at you shocked

Then you both looked up, seeing the man recognized as Silco standing above your best friend on the ground

You both bolted, standing up to go get her before you were hit on the head

You fell to the ground, your conscious abandoning you

When you woke up, you were in a stone cell with Vi shaking you

You both were in prison, you thought they couldn't keep you there without trial o question

But you were wrong

Simply because you were from the Undercity, they kept you both there

For seven years

Vi kept you safe, you were all she had

But you both wanted out

And one day you got it

When a certain someone came around with a drawing of a monkey

You finally came back to the Undercity, looking for Powder and Ekko

And you found Powder, just not in the way you thought

And then you were ambushed by people in masks

One you swore you saw before, lingering in the shadows

And then you woke up in a random room

The one in the mask leaning against a wall

Leaning against a wall, in the shadows a man with a white owl mask leaned against a wall.

You glared, standing up as you balled your fists.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, your guard fully up as he slowly stepped out of the shadows.

"Why the hell am I here? Why won't you fucking answer?!" You yelled, impatient as he just kept staring at you.

You then intently watched as he reached up to his mask, your eyes widening as you saw he was taking it off.

His head faced to the ground, his mask hissing as he dropped it to his side. He then stepped into the light, looking up as your eyes found familiarity in his face.

"...Ekko?" You breathed out, shocked as you stepped forward once. You then stopped as he looked at you with a blank stare. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked.

"What? Where am I? What the hell is all this?" You asked, panicking as you looked around.

You didn't like not knowing stuff, feeling paranoid of what was to come.

"What do you know about this?" He asked, opening a case to a blue stone.

"Nothing! Powder had it, I don't know why but- shit, oh my god." You said, pacing back and forth as you tried to calm down.

"Where have you been? Where have you and Vi been? And why the hell were you with Jinx and-"

Everything felt like it was spinning, Ekko's questions coming in fast and you couldn't keep up.

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your hands meeting your head as you tried to get the feeling of nausea to pass.

You wanted to know where you were, what happened while you were gone and what the hell happened to Powder.

"Ekko! Jus-Just shut the hell up!" You cut him off, yelling as he paused and looked at you worried.

You looked tired, your entire body shaking as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

Everything was so fast and you couldn't keep up.

"What the hell is going on?! What happened?! Me and Vi, w-we were thrown in Still- Prison and-"

Ekko's eyes widened at your confession, Prison?

What the hell did you mean Prison?

"Prison?! What the hell do you mean by Prison, Y/n?" He asked, you looking at him.

"Yeah, we were thrown in Stillwater. No trial, nothing for seven fucking years!" You yelled, closing your eyes as you backed up into a pole.

You breathed heavily as you tried to ground yourself.

"What happened while we were gone?! Powder- or Jinx, or whoever the fuck! What happened to her?! What happened to my best friend…"

you trailed off, beginning to sob as everything sunk in.

Through the years you never actually had time to sit and think so it was all coming in like waves.

Vander had died, Benzo died, Claggor and Mylo died. You and VI were thrown in jail without question.

When you got out Powder was someone else, Silco flooded the lanes and took your guys' home. And Ekko was fucking yelling at you.

You hated being yelled at, it was something your birth parents did before leaving you to rot and it stuck with you.

Ekko looked at you sadly, his eyes filled with sympathy and guilt as he remembered you hated being yelled at.

He slowly steps toward you, grabbing your hand and softly pulling you close to him.

"It's okay, everything's fine, I'm here…" he quietly stated, you holding onto him for dear life as your breathing calmed down.

"What happened while we were gone…?" You quietly asked, looking up at Ekko. He sighed, shaking his head.

"A lot, Y/n. A lot." He stated.

You examined his face, lifting your palm to his right cheek as you sniffled.

"Aw, Little man isn't little anymore." You laughed softly, Ekko rolling his eyes at you amusedly.

You slowly pulled back into the hig, your ear rested against his chest where his heart was.

You found Ekko, and for now you would live in the moment. At least for a bit, because at least he was okay.

You had been taken in by Benzo when young

And met Vi a couple days after

You two were stuck together by the hip

You were close in age and liked being together

You were the calm one while she was the harsh one

Still, match made in heaven

She liked being with you because you were calming

You liked being with her because she was her

And everything was great

Until the apartment heist

Everything went wrong after that

Benzo died

And so did Vander, Mylo and Claggor

What didn't help was Vi had went missing and Powder became Jinx

She never messed with you, visiting you when she could

But she didn't like being reminded of Powder

She clung to you still because you were all she had left, and you were like her other big sister growing up

You came to terms Vi was dead, you had to survive though

So Babbette offered you a job, at the Brothel

Wasn't your ideal job but you took it

Everything was a bit peaceful in your life for a while

Until the past came knocking

You cleaned up your room in the brothel, your last client had come in and left after about 30 minutes and you were done for the day.

You were tired as hell and just wanted to get to Jericho's, eat and come back and sleep until forever.

You had changed into something a bit more comfortable, grabbing your keys and about to head out until you heard the door open.

It then clicked closed just as you reached for your keys. You sighed, talking over your shoulder.

"Wrong room. I'm done for the day, sorry." You said, walking forward as your hand grasped your keychain.

"Aw, too bad. You sure you don't have time for me, sweetheart?"

That voice…you heard it before. You froze, you felt like you couldn't move at all.

You recognized it but you didn't want to accept it.

Over the years your mind played tricks on you, a glimpse in your peripheral had you thinking Vi was around the corner.

A whisper in your ear made you flinch thinking it was her only to come back to earth a second later.

You shook your head, not looking behind you.

"Enough with the games, brain. She's not here…" you mumbled to yourself, resuming what you had been doing.

"But it's not a game. It's me, Y/n." She said again, this time you felt like crying as you realized she didn't go away.

She would've left by now if it was a game.

You slowly turned around, your eyes finding the woman now grown up standing in front of you.

She stared back at you with a small smile, her eyes looked you up and down.

"...Vi?" You whispered, afraid to talk as if she would disappear.

She nodded her head, stepping closer to you.

You gave a small sniffle, as she got closer you lunged at her.

You knocked her back a fre steps before she stabled herself.

She gave a small chuckle mixed with a sniffle. She hugged you back, missing your touch over the years.

"You're okay.. How in hell are you alive?" You asked, your head not leaving her chest.

"Believe me, I don't even know." She mumbled, resting her chin on top of your head as she closed her eyes.

She felt a little peace in that moment, holding you.

Maybe the seven years of hoping and praying paid off, because you were actually here.

Alive. And with her now.

And god, she was never letting you go, ever again.

VIKTOR

Your dad was Singed, and you met him when his boat flowed through the cavern

That's when you first saw him, you sat next to Rio as it knocked against your foot

He then stepped into your vision

He was hesitant until your dad beckoned him towards you guys as he held his toy boat in his hand

You then noticed his cane, tilting your head at it but shaking it off

Wasn't anything new, and was best not to ask

He was a loner, not being able to play with the other kids

You didn't like playing with them, thought they were idiots who were even ruder than their parents

You preferred staying with your dad and helping Rio

And eventually you three became loners together

You and Viktor grew up close together

You were stuck to the other like glue

You also both helped your dad with his gadgetry and projects

Everything was good, until Rio got worse

You begged your dad to let her go, but he always said the same thing

"The mutation must survive"

But Viktor didn't like it

And he left

You never saw him again for a long time

Viktor sat in his lab, Jayce gone for the day for whatever he did. He was messing with Hex tech, trying to improve it as he heard the lab door open.

"Sorry, Jayce is not here. And I am quite busy." He called over his shoulder, not looking back as he went back to his gadget.

He heard a sigh from behind him. 'Must be Sky.' He thought, not paying anymore mind until a voice broke the silence.

"Aw, not even enough time for little 'ol me?" He paused, it couldn't be. He hadn't seen you for years.

And in Piltover? His lab nonetheless?

He turned around, shocked as he saw your smirking face standing at the middle counter of the lab.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed, smiling as he stood up and grabbed his cane.

You laughed, walking towards him and meeting him halfway.

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I haven't seen you in years." He smiled, you pulling away as you laughed.

"Yeah, about time, huh?" He nodded his head. "Yes, how did you know I was here?" He asked.

"I got in contact with your lab partner, Jayce. He was excited to help." You explained, nudging his cheek as he shook his head.

"Remind me to thank him, for once." He joked.

"Wow, Piltover really has a hold on you. You have humour now?" You teased, the man rolling his eyes at you amusedly as he pulled away.

"Come, I should show you my creation." He walked over to his desk, you following him

You always wondered what his life was in Piltover, now you could be apart of it.

#arcane #arcane x reader #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #arcane violet #vi arcane #vi x reader #ekko x y/n #ekko x reader #ekko x you #vi arcane x reader

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zaunrising · 3 months

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Traitors pay

Continued from Here with @playgroundmonsters

After having launched a rocket at the Council Chambers of Piltover, Jinx had practically disappeared. Fully believing that Silco was dead, and also that no one would forgive her or want her back, Jinx saw no reason to return to The Last Drop. That didn’t mean she stopped being Jinx, however. An explosion here and there, a fire, a group of Enforcers slaughtered, a small gang that had been sniffing around something to do with Silco, conflict with Firelights. Despite her absence, and the lack of laughter, Jinx’s presence was still felt both around Zaun and Piltover itself. Her time up in Piltover both to indulge in a bit of chaos, and also to stalk both Caitlyn and her traitor river crossing “sister” would soon become a problem for Ran, however.

Perched on top of a roof and quietly watching everything she could, eventually Jinx saw Ran meeting with Caitlyn and Vi. Unable to believe it the first time, Jinx decided to follow Ran once or twice deliberately up to Piltover, and quickly saw the pattern. Weekends in Piltover with that bitch who had ruined everything, and a man who seemed likely to be Caitlyn’s father. Exactly why Ran was visiting them, Jinx had no idea, but every time she saw it happen her rage only crept all the higher. Eventually, Jinx gave into that anger, and crept into Ran’s home to wait for her prey.

Getting there in time to roam around a bit, it only made Jinx all the more angry as she saw what to her seemed like a half abandoned apartment. As far as she was concerned, it was likely only a matter of time before Ran abandoned her Zaun fully just like Vi and didn’t come back. Pushing away her impulse to simply shoot Ran, or shove a knife into their belly, Jinx settled down and waited. Tucked away in the shadows, Jinx watched Ran flop against the sofa and for some reason not even she understood simply waited for Ran to wake back up. She had all the time in the world, after all. Besides, there was something almost poetic about putting someone right back to sleep after they woke up.

In the end, all it took was one punch. Eyes bright magenta and burning with anger, blue braids sweeping out behind her, and a fist striking both faster and harder than ever before. Watching Ran go unconscious, Jinx stared at them for a second. It’d be so easy to crush a throat, put a knife in something vital, a bullet in the brain, set a fire, so many ways to kill people, and it was easier for her than ever before. If only Silco could see her now, well and truly a monster in every sense of the word.

Too easy really to just kill Ran, and boring even, which was arguably worse. Not to mention, Jinx needed to know why Ran had been spending time topside. Picking Ran up, and tossing them over one shoulder just as easily as she had Caitlyn, Jinx saw herself out a window heading towards her workshop. By the time Ran woke up, Jinx would have them tied securely to a chair that was bolted to the floor. No rope for Ran, but instead metal strips bolted around wrists and ankles, making it practically impossible to get free. Jinx doubted she’d be letting Ran free anyway, but if she changed her mind, it wouldn’t be that hard to make it happen.

“Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites, a hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva high. I’m addicted to the madness. This hotel is my Atlantis. We’re forever gona have a fucking reason to sin.” Voice just loud enough to be heard over the song she was playing, Jinx had her back to Ran as sparks flew every which way while she welded some new project together. From time to time, however, she’d glance back to Ran with an odd, almost manic smile on her face.

Traitors needed to pay, and in blood. That’d been Silco’s attitude. Betrayal met with fury so that it’d never happen again. Ran had been topside, and with Caitlyn… Why!?

Because everyone always left. Everyone.

#playgroundmonsters #⌱ IF IT'S DEAD IT'S FREE! | JINX (ic)#⌱ NOTHING EVER STAYS DEAD | JINX (main verse)

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◈　 ⇢ @shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 Closed Plotted Starter . 　　　❝ Caitlyn meets an old familiar face from her past. ❞

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 terrified to go out at night. Every inch of her territory felt stained by this man's scent and twisted displays. Too many nights had she heard them screaming it was a Zaunite. Some thought it was a Zaunite copying Jhin or some chem baron. She even heard people saying it was Jinx, but this wasn't her modus operandi. Caitlyn knew Jinx, and knew her style. She had been on multiple crime scenes of hers and face to face with the she-devil.

　No, this wasn't her M.O.

　And Caitlyn didn't think it was a Zaunite either. Everything about it didn't add up. The technique, the stylish concepts. She had dealt with Zaunites who hunted and killed; they didn't care to create a whole collage of display. In truth, everything pointed to someone from Piltover which disturbed her. The elegant display of organs, the way the bodies were framed. As if a display of power. It was highly improbable that it was a Zaunite, and with the number of immigrants and people who visited Piltover, it could even be a Noxian, Shuriam, or someone from the port of Bilgewater. Piltover just preferred to scream someone from the undercity at any point.

　As if to prove a point, when Caitlyn examined the most recent scene, the only zaunite she could smell was Vi. His scent contaminated the walls and the body of his victim yet he had no scent from someone from the undercity. Instead, the scent of heavy perfumes fumigated the Area, as she sniffed around the body. The bloody mess of the woman's stomach was carved open in the symbol of one of the sigils of the council, and the intestines had been wrapped around her neck and arms like a display of death by her own body with a morbid twist of elegance. The smell of blood caused Caitlyn to lick her lips, pushing back that instinctive draw to blood and the animal within smelling fresh meat. Pictures were taken, as she glanced over to Vi who called her over to another part of the scene. It's where he had tortured the woman, both of them smelling the heavy fumes of fear and death in one location. Caitlyn instantly painted the scene, but she noticed something. Two different types of blood, the scent faint.

　She brushed her finger up against the blood and placed it on her tongue. Using her sense of taste, the flavor was strong, a little gamey which reminded her of the taste of Venison. The woman must have had some deer vastayan blood in her line, though it was faint. Then her fingers brushed over the other blood, and it was completely different, the acidic tones with licorice. That bitter tone of candy made her growl and spit it out. Not only did she have his scent now, she had his taste. She could smell him if his blood was shed.

　Once she had collected everything she could from the scene, she left it to the enforcers and knew she had to finish this. "We have to find him tonight. He is bleeding, we can track him down," Caitlyn spoke to Vi as she pumped her fist into the gauntlets. "Let's go," Vi had the scent, and they left the scene quickly following the prominent scent flowing along the alleyways. Caitlyn didn't slow down, her feet picked up pace and her fingers tightened around her rifle. At a split in the road, the scent had changed and Caitlyn growled. As she looked at her parent, a nod came between the two and they split up. Vi twisted left and Caitlyn moved right. Her boots clicked against the ground, the low heel meeting the cobblestone as she shifted the air, and twisted left. That's when the blood hit her like a hammer. Eyes zoned in on a bloody shoulder and the culprit. He had made a fatal flaw of getting too close to his victims; and she highly doubted anyone expected someone to be tracking by smell.

　The rifle lifted and pointed at the man who twisted around to shoot his pistol. A bristle of her fur stood on edge as she growled and had to dodge back behind the corner of the wall and fired her rifle. It didn't hit him, as he raced off and she immediately went into the chase. "Not this time, you don't!" Caitlyn snapped her jaws, refusing to let him escape her grasp. If she didn't catch him now someone else would be another victim. Not in her city, not in her streets. The detective lifted her rifle just as she got another aim but she had to quickly pull back as he shoved someone into her path. That wouldn't do, as she dashed down the street, the few pedestrians she swiveled around as she lifted her firearm and shot. The shot was purposely missed, but it did what she wanted, angling him down another alleyway away from the more populated region of the city (even at night people still roamed).

　Another shot caused him to duck, twisting another alley with an arrogant laugh. "You're a terrible shot!" Oh, he had no idea the workings of Caitlyn's mind, the way she played him this time. She controlled this land, she knew every corner, every street. She needed him away from the citizens to finish what she started. Five dead, there would not be a sixth. The alleyway she had placed the man down was a long run, enough for her to aim her weapon properly. As she skidded to a stop the rifle was lifted and she slowed her breathing. One breath in, and then out and she pulled the trigger.

　The bullet sizzled through the air and made contact with the back of his neck. His body lunged forward, and he hit the ground with no sound of pain. An instant kill, the bullet breaking the vertebrae and effectively snapping his neck. Efficient and immediate. "I'm an excellent shot, you're just too arrogant to know otherwise," Caitlyn snarled with a growl. She moved down the alley, the shadow of the walls closing in as she took her boot and kicked him over. His face was familiar, one she had seen at a few balls in Piltovan. He was one of the new high-class houses, inherited after the death of his father. "I knew it was a Piltovan," She held the rifle and stared down at the bullet that had shot clean through. The throat left a gaping hole in the front as blood pooled out and onto the ground. The same familiar scent of licorice caused her nose to scrunch up in disgust.

　But then something caused a shiver to run down her spine as if she was being watched. Even a predator can feel like prey as she gripped her rifle tighter and then swiveled around, holding it up toward a pair of golden eyes in the shadows. Her cheek rested against the stock of her rifle and focused on the other. A heavy smell of fox tickled her nose as she tensed her legs ready for anything. Yet there was a familiarity to the smell, something from long ago. A distant memory but a smell she couldn't forget. Her pistol against her hip held the memory with the shape of a monster like fox and multiple tails against the barrel of the pistol. The Fox Song could sing the song of death when she didn't have her rifle. Caitlyn lightly growled in warning before speaking. "Show yourself,"

#shimmerbeasts #[ caitlyn interactions ] — the answer is here ; staring me in the face .#[ caitlyn post canon verse ] — a maverick detective .#[ panda speaks ] — tracker .#thread: an old familiar monster #cw: gore #cw: blood #cw: death

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independentzaun · 1 year

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Old friends make the best enemies

Continued from here with @misfits-of-zaun

Rolling her eyes as he spoke of her being late Jinx shrugged. It wasn’t as though she was on a schedule after all, and it was a minor miracle she was there at all. Rumors, gunfire, and the sight of people running from an area of Zaun had pulled her over like the scent of a squirrel might get a hunting dogs attention. However her eyes did go to his shoulder for a second, and although Jinx didn’t look exactly worried or sympathetic she looked almost irritated. As though something about that sight, that someone other than her had hurt Ekko was “off” in a way she disliked. As he spoke of Enforcers however Jinx at once was both disappointed, and surprised.

“Enforcers? Enforcers!? Really!? You let some stupid enforcers shoot you? After all the times you’ve dodged my shots, and survived our fights and some… some… enforcers get the shot in!?” Head going back in disbelief Jinx shook her head. “Ekko come on, you have to be better than that how are you going to let some pilties do that to you?” Whatever bit of casualness she’d held almost like talking to an old friend who’d preformed far below what he was capable of as far as Jinx was concerned vanished when Ekko taunted her.

For one short split microsecond Jinx’s face held nothing except for cold rage although deep within her eyes there was something unknowable. Maybe grief, or maybe fear even or a kind of sad resignation. She was alone and it was her fault after murdering all of them which was the one thing she’d always been most afraid of. Be it knowingly, or accidentally Ekko had hit just the right nerve to ensure that for a second that monster wearing his former friends face emerged. This time there was no hesitation as she lunged forward with that pistol swinging out than in to hit him across the face with it. A moment of grappling ensured as Ekko managed to catch the pistol be it before, or after it hit him but with that shimmer running through Jinx she managed to keep hold of it albeit after bringing her free fist down to hit him in the face once or twice. Springing backwards for a moment her lips pulled back, and that pistol was pointed right at Ekko’s head with her finger on the trigger.

She was alone though now wasn’t she? This wouldn’t even be her kill either. Not with how the stupid enforcers had hurt Ekko and wounded him she’d have to kill each and every last one of them later just for the fun of it plus… if she pulled that trigger… even he’d be gone. Jinx wasn’t sure she’d ever see Vi again since her traitor sister had picked Caitlyn, and Piltover. She didn’t want to be alone, but he was an enemy and one of them was going to kill the other some day.

Quick seconds flickered past as once against Jinx hesitated, and slowly her face relaxed making her look younger as the rage left almost as sudden as it came. Letting her stance relax so the pistol pointed down at the ground instead of at Ekko she shrugged. “I have my own Cause to keep alive.” For a brief moment it was almost like Powder peaking though as Jinx sadly chuckled. “Have to keep fighting. Just like we always said. Keep those enforcers away from…” Voice trailing off she shrugged. It had varied. Away from us, away from our people, away from Zaun, just away. Like Mylo had said “even Powder wants to fight”, and that’d never changed.

“Guess I’m not killing you. Not today.” That pistol moved tapping absent mindedly against her thigh that had gotten cut not all that long ago when she’d gotten ambushed while talking to Vi, or trying to at least. Pistol suddenly shoved back into her holster Jinx stared at Ekko before taking a step back, and turning as though to leave.

It wasn’t like she wanted to help him or just talk, or anything.

Not like he wanted help, or to talk.

Powder fell down a well, and only Silco had ever wanted what had crawled back up.

#misfitsofzaun #bestenemies #postarcane

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fairy-writes · 2 years

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WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME?

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Just me, myself, and I

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing(s): Jayce Talis x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: Mentions of Mel x Jayce but nothing substantial

Request: None.

Based vaguely on the song “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray.

Please send me requests for Arcane. I’m dying. I just finished it. I’ll write for Vander, Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx.

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“Would you still love me if I was no longer beautiful?” You asked suddenly, voice no louder than a whisper, effectively breaking the warm silence between you and your lover. The bed beneath you was plush and comfortable; the quilt pulled up to your shoulders. It was cold outside, all the more reason to stay inside and cuddle.

Jayce’s strong arm curled around your waist, pulling you back into his chest, and he dropped a kiss on your temple.

“Of course, I would. No question about it. But you’ll always be beautiful to me.” He said, and you rolled halfway so you could look at him.

His free hand propped his head up, his elbow on the pillow. His hair was mussed and his eyes sleepy, but he was still happy to see you. It made your heart warm. But you still had one more question.

“What if I was no longer young?” You asked, and now he looked concerned. But he still answered,

“I’ll love you even if you’re old and gray. But can I ask, where is this all coming from?” He said, and you shrugged.

“It’s just—You’re Piltover’s golden boy. You could have anyone you wanted. You and Mel—”

“Aren’t a thing anymore. You and only you are the love of my life.” He cut you off gently, pressing a kiss to your nose. It made you laugh and turn to face him fully.

He looked at you with so much love that Viktor would act disgusted at any sign of affection shared in the lab. Jayce would just tease him while you covered your face in embarrassment.

You weren’t ashamed to be seen around Jayce persay. You were just nervous about being around someone of such high stature. He was a part of the Council and a co-founder of Hextech. Even Viktor was less intimidating, what with his frail size and introverted nature around people he didn’t know. But he wasn’t a part of the Council, so that probably helped his case.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked you softly, and you shrugged,

“You. Not much else.” You said, and his smile turned mischievous.

“What about me?” He asked, and you smiled in return. Though this smile was much warmer and more loving.

“Just how much I love you.” You said, and he blinked as if he wasn’t expecting that. But it was true. You were thinking of how much you loved Jayce.

You loved how strong and kind he was.

You loved how he wanted to better the world through his dream of Hextech.

You loved how attentive and in love he was towards you.

You loved everything about him.

You put your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He smiled against your mouth and returned the affection, his arm curling tighter around your waist.

“I love you.” You said, and he pulled away.

“I know.” He teased, and you thumped his chest with your fist. He didn’t even flinch.

“You’re supposed to say it back, asshole.” You teased right back, and he laughed, his smile happy and bright and oh so loving.

Jayce pulled you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he settled above you, though keeping his weight off of you so as not to crush your smaller frame.

“I love you too. I’ll love you forever. Even if you are old and gray.” He said, and you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“That’s all I could ask for.”

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane jayce #arcane jayce x reader #arcane jayce talis #jayce talis #jayce #jayce talis x reader #jayce x reader #arcane fluff #arcane x reader #gender neutral reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #fairy writes

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shimmerbeasts · 6 months

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Negative Traits

Bold: always

Italice: sometimes

Tagged by: @infinite-xerath & @arcanescion

Tagging: @piltover-sharpshooter, @hexcoremagician, @knightfeared (Vander), @knifvd (Soraka), @knightinsourarmor (Silco), @realmyths (Vi), @countlessrealities (Rick), @the-rogue-dragon, @moxxietude, @gauntlets-shot (Caitlyn)

#playground: meme #nothing ever stays dead: jinx||in character #the only thought that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you: vi||in character #we give chase: naafiri||in character

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movedtoferinehuntress · 6 months

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☾ * ── 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 .

bold: always

italic: sometimes

➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [ : ] no one; stolen ➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ : ] @shimmerbeasts (Jinx / Vi), @knightfeared (Jayce), @hexcoremagician, @knightinsourarmor (Mel, Vi, or Silco), @knifvd (Soraka or Lux), @gauntlets-shot, @realmyths (Vi), @blackrosesmatron, @bloodbondcd (Vi or Viktor), @angelicaaster, @ambrosius-goldenlion, @vulpesse, @goldenfists, @decidentia, @deathsmark, @hemomania, @heredis-sanguinis, @saintlei, @lashhers, @piltover-sharpshooter, @tricoloredillusion, and everyone else who see this.

#[muse] caitlyn — games.#almost all of caitlyn's stuff is sometimes #just because its all situational

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embershroud108 · 1 year

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Spinning off from another post about how Arcane brilliantly depicts the rotten underbelly of Utopia and Utopianist thinking, here are some examples of that I love from ep 4, which is titled after Piltover's Utopian holiday, where they go hardest on this theme (the whole episode is filled with examples like this, but these are my favorites)

Jayce and Heimerdinger cheerfully discuss the city's advancement, particularly regarding the Hexgates the operation of which is featured in the really cool opening sequence set to soaring ochestral music >> Later at said Hexgate there's a brutal gangland drug shootout, featuring a nice little slice of police corruption.

Scene of a fancy, awesome high society party in Piltover where Jayce and Mel are discussing the future of Hextech advancement >> Immediately cut to Jinx's nightmarish rant at her ghosts and borderline suicidally detonating bombs in her dingy batcave.

Jayce gives his uplifting and hopeful keynote speech >> Immediately followed by enforcers getting blown up and Jayce's new technology stolen >> Jinx setting off her own "Happy Progress Day!" fireworks in mocking parody of the celebrations earlier in the episode.

And perhaps my favorite example, the fact that the episode begins with a heavenly vision of Piltover's skyline and ends with Caitlyn seemingly descending into hell (complete with a great crossing the River Styx visual metaphor) by going to Stillwater and finding Vi in solitary confinement beating her fists bloody on a wall.

#arcane

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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HII!! I loved that ganyu fic you made, and that was not ooc at all it was perfect!! i hope this isn’t a bother or anything but would you mind doing another one? I’ll give you the info to for this one to, and it’s also good to look at the wiki and stuff to get a better idea to, but, that’s just my opinion but here I go…

Can you do Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx with a S/O who has a Yae Miko personality from genshin impact?? Here’s the info (:

Yae Miko has long waist length pink hair tied into a low ponytail and affixed with a large circular golden hair accessory at its peak. As a kitsune she bears large pink ears that blend into her hair, as well as huge golden earrings. While not initially visible, has five white translucent tails while performing certain abilities. Her outfit is a modified version of the traditional shrine priestess grab, with flowing white and red drapes, detached sleeves, a big black and red ribbon towards the back, and the front cut noticeably higher, exposing her bare legs. Her vision can be found on her right earring

Despite her position as the chief priestess (“Guuji”) of the Grand Narukami Shrine, Yae Miko comes off much more personable and kind than one would expect from such a lofty role centered in faith. This is reinforced by her treatment of the various editors and writers of the Publishing House under her own namesake who view her as fair and kind. Around those whom she is comfortable around such as the Raiden Shogun herself or the Traveler and Paimon, she can become rather blunt and drops the affable facade to a degree although she does enjoy her fair bit of teasing. Ask anyone what kind of person they think Yae Miko is and it is unlikely you’ll receive the same answer twice.

That’s it!! I hope this isn’t to hard for you, i just like requesting stuff like this, but I hope you have a good day (:

Thank you so much, you guys never bother me😊♥️

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Yae Miko!Reader

Pairing:Vi x Reader; Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader; Jinx x Reader

TW:None

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At first I dont think Vi would like you that much

You see, its hard for her to trust people, a thing she learned in prison, so when she first met you as she couldn’t quite read you, she tried to be as lowkey as possible around you

Specially if you guys met when she became an enforcer

Until one day she got hurt really bad and you lost all your facade worring about her

And being a little shit like Vi was, she offered to take you out to dinner to make it up for making you so worried

As she arrived first you didn’t trust her taste when she said she had already ordered for you, but where so relieved to see dish with fried tofu

(And not missing Vi's wink when she said she did her research)

Your dynamic was basically you where the brains and Vi was the fists, if manipulation didn’t work on someone Vi could gladly beat the shit out of them

Always tricking Vi to go on places that she hates but you love

Vi is also someone who appears to be tought and sometimes kinda mean, but just like you, she cares deeply for those she love

Caitlyn

The two of you probably met in of the infamous Kirammans partys, as Cassandra liked to be on the good side of every kind of people

The first thing that caught Cait's attention was your looks, it wasn’t common to ave different species in Piltover, but she definetly hadn’t seen some one as beautiful as you

Cait probably said to you that she also wasn’t one to trust strangers that fast, but when our girl was in love, she completely forgot about it

And being the great and curious detective that she is she'd try everything to understand you beyond your misteryous self

Having ironic conversations where you’d be pushing each others buttons, with everyone thinking a fight might come out of it but the both of just smiling through it

Having reading dates with tea in the afternoon in her room's balcony or in the gardens

Cait might be confident when talking to people, but oh darling how easy was for you to make her all hot and bothered and a stutter mess

Sometimes when she couldn’t make people give her information she’d take you with her to help a little

She loved that differently from her parents you could easily tell when something was wrong with her and was quick to try and comfort her

And she also loved that you worked just as hard as her, so you'd not interrupt when she was studying an important case

Jinx

Jinx met you when you were trying to get information on someone in an alley in Zaun

She was so mesmerized by your manerisms, ways of talking and the mystery aura that surrounded you that she just had to know more about you

So she asked more about it to Ran as they apparently knew a lot of gossip from spending so much time at the bar

Of course you were surprised that someone first of all knew what you were looking for and were willingly giving it to you for free, but when you saw that she was saying the truth you asked how you could thank her

And she answered to your on the same level of flirting without missing a beat

After some time into the relationship you knew you could tease Jinx and she'd tease you back, but there was some things that were off limits, and she was glad you respected it

In the nights were the voices wouldn’t let her sleep she’d ask you to read something or tell her a story

Silco liked you, as not only he saw how you treated Jinx but also how good of an addition you were to his business

And obviously she’d make the biggest pranks on people with you

#arcane x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #jinx x reader #vi arcane #arcane caitlyn #jinx arcane #arcane #arcane fanfic #vi #jinx #caitlyn kiramman

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undercity-merc · 2 months

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MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. Including lyrics is optional.

1 - The Beach by The Neighbourhood

Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up

I've been callin' you friend, I might need to give it up

I'm sick and I'm tired too

I can admit, I am not fireproof

I feel it burning me

I feel it burning you

I hope I don't murder me

I hope I don't burden you

If I do, I do

Vi is very frustrated with the emotions she feels towards Caitlyn. Whenever she gets too close, she's afraid she'll burn her, that she will lead to Caitlyn's untimely demise. She knows that she's in love with her, but won't speak it into existence, as if it will break the peace between them-- even if it kills her.

2 - Kiss the Sky by Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra

I hold my head up just enough to see the sky

And when we go we won't go slow we'll put up such a fight

When they fade into the dust and into ash

All children know this pain will surely pass

Strong and wise and they are love

When the tide it come they will float above and

And you will be one day exactly what you are

Just keep your head up high kiss your fist and touch the sky

Vi will never go gently into that good night. She is a fighter, and will fight until her very last breath. She confronts every issue head-on, and just never knows when to quit. She doesn't know how to.

3 - Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin

Try to find out what makes you tick

As I lie down sore and sick, do you like that?

Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate

And I don't mind, just let me say that I like that

Her relationship with Jinx is very complicated. She still wants to see her as her sister, Powder, but it is becoming progressively more difficult to see that little girl who used to be her sister. She's not sure how Jinx will take her, and doesn't believe her heart can take the rejection of her sister again-- so she avoids her, hoping to never find out what that answer is.

4 - Little Lion Man by Social Repose

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

For the two most important people in her life, people she couldn't possible choose between, Vi messes up, again and again. With Jinx, and with Caitlyn. She blames the rise of Jinx on herself, and blames the death of all of those close to her on herself. From the beginning, she was a leader, and any mistakes landed on her shoulders. It was always her responsibility, and she messed it up in her mind, again and again. The most frustrating part of it all is her ability to acknowledge it, but her inability to fix it...

5 - Built for Pain by Esterly

Screaming like a voice inside my head

That keeps on saying do it all again

I've been hurting for it in my blood

Fighting like I just can't get enough

That destruction is just what I love

That dirty pleasure runs my veins

Maybe I was built for pain

There has always been one constant in Vi's life-- and it has been pain. At every point in her life, she has felt pain in one way or another, and it was the only tangible thing that kept her sane during her solitude in Stillwater. In a fight or flight situation, Vi will always choose fight. It is a grounding force that she can always feel, and physical pain is the easiest for her to deal with. Even when she's down, when she's tired, when she's defeated-- she will always fall back on the staple of pain.

Tagged by: @piltover-sharpshooter & @ferinehuntress

Tagging: @shimmerbeasts @jynxd @restrainedhungr and anyone else who wants it!

#ooc #headcanon

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