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Oh, The Misery Part 11: “The Big, Bad, Wolf”

Boots thundered through the narrow alleys of Zaun, black coats trailing behind them like storm clouds. The Iron Guard cut through the streets with swift, surgical precision — shield charges, concussive rounds, and the hiss of Hextech weaponry humming like a warning bell through the district.

Smoke curled from broken shimmer labs. Cracked neon signs flickered weakly above. Civilians cowered behind crates and barrels, watching the march of Piltover’s finest with a mix of fear and bitter understanding.

The first factory was tucked behind a false wall in an abandoned storefront — standard Zaun camouflage. (Y/n), Vi and Cait approached and gently knocked on it, hollow. (Y/n) nodded and they went back, suddenly Vi blew the door clean off its hinges with one punch. The moment it clattered to the floor, the Iron Guard flooded in like a wave.

Smoke and shimmer fumes choked the air. Workers scrambled to hide, but the enforcers were faster.

(Y/n) Led the charge, shield raised. A guard lunged with a jagged blade — he caught it on the rim of his shield and twisted, flipping the attacker over his shoulder with brutal efficiency. He ducked low under another swing, driving him up with a solid uppercut.

To his right, Caitlyn moved with sniper precision, her rifle cracking once, twice — non-lethal rounds that hit center mass and dropped shimmer-thugs before they could reach their weapons. Her eyes stayed cold, focused.

Vi bulldozed through a stack of crates and sent three goons flying. She sighed — short, savage — before shoulder-checking another into a steel pipe. “How many damn factories are they hiding down here?”

From above, Maddie dropped from a scaffold and rolled, slicing the fuel line of a shimmer pipe with a spark-stick. “Too many. But this one’s about to light up!”

(Y/n) glanced at her. “Evac route?”

Maddie grinned. “Out the back, darling. I never come unprepared.”

Behind them, Loris and the Fishman held the line at the entrance, holding back shimmer-enhanced enforcers with a mix of heavy fire and brutal crowd control.

(Y/n) paused for a moment, glancing around the half-lit lab — canisters bubbling, crates marked with Silco’s faded insignia, shattered glass strewn across the floor. Another nest rooted out. Another piece of rot excised.

“Let’s go.”

As they filed out, the shimmer lab went up in blue flames behind them — not vengeance, not cruelty. Just justice, roaring.

And somewhere in the smoke, a shadow was watching. Waiting.

The Iron Guard advanced through the labyrinthine alleys of Zaun, their boots echoing against the damp cobblestones. The air was thick with the acrid scent of shimmer and industrial decay.

Later, Ahead, a makeshift barricade loomed—rusted metal sheets welded together, adorned with the crude insignia of Smeech: a stylized gear entwined with a serpent. Behind it, a group of his enforcers lounged, their cybernetic limbs glinting under the dim streetlights.

Cait raised a hand, signaling a halt. She stepped forward, gun at the ready.

“Stand down,” she called out. “We’re here for Jinx. No need for unnecessary bloodshed.”

One of the goons, a hulking figure with a mechanical jaw, sneered. “Orders are orders. No one passes without Smeech’s say-so.”

Vi stepped beside Cait, her fists trained on the barricade. “Then consider this your notice.”

With a swift motion, Vi charged, her gauntlets smashing through the barricade like paper. The ensuing skirmish was brief but intense. The Iron Guard moved with practiced precision, subduing the henchmen without lethal force.

As the dust settled, (Y:n) approached the leader, now groaning on the ground. “Tell Smeech this shit is over.@

The man spat blood, chuckling. “You think taking down a few of us changes anything? Smeech has eyes everywhere.”

“Hm.. guess you’re right.” (Y/n) cocked back his fist and for the goon it all went black.

…

The Iron Guard regrouped inside a rundown warehouse after the skirmish, the battered enforcer from Smeech’s gang bound to a support beam with reinforced cuffs. He was bleeding from the mouth but still wore a defiant smirk — the kind only the desperate could muster.

Caitlyn paced in front of him, her tone cold. “Where is she?”

The man scoffed. “You’ll need to be more specific, sheriff. I work with a lot of ‘shes.’”

Cait jammed the butt of her rifle against the wall beside his head. “Jinx. Where is Powder?”

Vi stepped in, arms folded, trying a softer angle. “Look, we’re not here to make this worse than it needs to be. You help us, we let you go”

The man chuckled, blood trickling from the corner of his lip. “Smeech doesn’t make deals. He takes pieces. Bit by bit.”

(Y/n) stepped forward, voice steady but low. “You’re not walking out of this unless you start talking. You’ve seen what shimmer’s done to this place. You’ve seen what she’s done. If you know something — anything — that can stop this, then you owe that much to Zaun. And if you don’t..”

There was a pause, but the Man shook his head “You think you scare me? I’ve had shimmer coursing through my veins longer than you’ve been breathing smoke down here.”

(Y/n) calmly stepped forward, slow and deliberate. His eyes were quiet — too quiet.

“..You ever see what Hextech can do to someone?” he asked.

The thug paused, the smirk faltering just slightly.

(Y/‘) raised his metal arm — Aegis, gleaming with new polished plates and fine engravings — and reached for a loose piece of broken cinderblock from the debris-strewn floor. Without another word, he clenched his fist around the chunk and squeezed. “It’s strong, stronger than human bone and tissue.

The stone let out a shrill crack, splintering as it caved under the pressure. In seconds, it crumbled into dust, dripping between the seams of (Y/n) fingers. “I can spent the rest of the night tuning every last bone in your body into dust like that. There’s two hundred and six, it’s gonna take a while.”

More silence.

Finally, he relented with a grunt. “Smeech’s got ears everywhere… but lately? He’s been real interested in making a deal with Sevika. Said Jinx was his ticket, everyone’s ticket— the only one wild enough to get what he needs. Rumor is there was noise up in the North Ward two nights ago. Screams. Lights. Nobody went near it since.”

(Y/n) exchanged a glance with Cait and Vi. “North Ward,” he echoed. “So?” He turned to Cait. “..Let’s go.”

The group head to the north ward. A mix of an old industrial district for big work down in Zaun, now run dry. The group make way though the misty place to find any trace of what could have happened. (Y/n) spots green mist coming from a building and points.

They all make way though and prepare, anything could be there. Stepping inside cautiously they came across a body, living he was tired to a wind turbine that’s fallen. Coated in dust and paint. They release him and give the presumed innocent man a kindness, by sitting him down.

“Thanks. I thought I was a goner.”

“You're Smeech's man.” Vi points out, noting his clothing.

“Was. Not anymore. Name's Heenot. I...” Heenot sneezes hard.

“Oh, I decided it was time for me to retire.”

“Looks more like someone decided to retire you.” (Y/n) said, looking him over. Weary, tired.

“Yeah, well, timing was never my strong...”

he sneezes again.

“Sorry. Sorry, it's... It's the Grey. It gives me the...”

“Tell us how you wound up here.” Cait drew her gun on him.

“Hey, wait, wait. Jinx is off the rails, even for her. She's got a real fire lit under her ass. She's planning something big, right here in the pipeworks. She was headed towards the old tunnels up on the North Ward, Something about rerouting the vents.” He explained, (Y/n) and Vi looked at each other, a bit confused on why she’s going there.

“This is it, then. Cuff him.” Cait said sternly.

“Hey, I told you everything I know.”

“You're a confessed criminal. You'll spend your retirement in a cell. Check your gear. This is what we've trained for.” Before Cait could move, a hand grabbed hers. Vi.

“Can I get a minute?” She asked, Cait stared for a second before relenting and they walked away. In a building and up some stairs.

They stand across from each other and Vi opens up first.

“We should cut the others loose.” She starts which Cait scoffs at.

“Listen, if that Heenot idiot is telling the truth, Jinx is gonna have surprises in store for us.”

“All the more reason to bring backup.”

“She'll smell their nerves a mile away and find a way to use them against us. Tell me I'm wrong.” Vi made a good point, it was silent. Cait shook her head, desperation filling her heart.

“I can't let her get away again. Are you sure you're ready to—“

“My sister is gone. There's only Jinx now. It has to end. I'm so sorry about your mother. I'm sorry I can't bring her back, but please just... Everyone in my life has changed. Promise me you won't change.”

…

(Y/n) paced back and forth, Maddie watching him with interest. “Any word from Commander and Vi?”

“No… I’ll go get them, You and the others take him back to topside. We’ll decide Jinx.”

“You sure about this?” She replied, he took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, just.. be careful”

“You too Captain.” Maddie smiled, watching him go towards the building. The silence between Vi and Caitlyn is broken by …

A kiss

Gentle, intimate, a moment stolen in the aftermath of battle. Then—

Crunch, Boot on Glass, the two stop as they looked down to (Y/n). He sees them. He says nothing at first. Just a long, quiet look.

“(Y/n)—“ Cait began but, (Y/n) raises a hand, just slightly. Never out of anger. In acknowledgment.

“The others are moving Hennot back to Topside, we’re clear to go after Jinx.” He says.

A beat. Caitlyn nods. She walks past him with barely a glance, brushing against his shoulder as she leaves.

Vi lingers, unsure. It’s awkward for the pseudo-siblings, and Vi tries to clear the air

“I didn’t mean for you to—“

“Please. We can talk later.” She watches him, searching for any resentment. But he smiles—a weak, tired thing meant to reassure her. She nods and follows Caitlyn out. Left alone in the doorway, he stands still for a moment. His smirk fades. His shoulders fall. His eyes lower.

The three meet in the final confrontation. An old building of memory and worship, they have a plan set up. (Y/n) to be the Bair and Jinx to attack, if Cait can get a clean shot, it’s over. He approaches the large stone podium. He looks around the thinning mist. A voice came to bellow in his ear

“Oh My, my… what big hands you have now, (Y/n).” A mocking tone came from Jinx.

(Y/n) stops. His grip tightens on the shield.

“What big arms you’ve built. What big plans you’ve made.” She says still in that whimsical mocking tone.

“All the better to crush me with, huh?”

He doesn’t rise to the bait. His expression stays cold, focused.

“I’m not here to play.”

“You aren’t wrong, Guess there really isn't a crack in the earth where you won't find me.” Jinx’s voice came from the mist. (Y/n) turned, searching for its origin.

“What is this place?”

“Don't you remember the old Janna bedtime stories Vander used to tell us? Miners trapped underground. Air running thin! But then some wispy wind woman wafts to their rescue. Wild the kind of crap people get up to when you choke them out… I didn’t think you’d come.” Jinx admits. He saw her finally stepping out of the mist slightly.

“I shouldn’t have to.” He replied, She flinches, but not physically, but something in her eyes. She tries to smile.

“So this is it, huh? All roads lead here?”

He looks past her—at the girl she used to be. The friend. The sister.

“We should have stopped this a long time ago.”

“Yeah.” She said with a dry chuckle.

A breath.

“(Y/n)… I’m sorry. For all of it.”

He nods—tight, controlled. The words catch in his throat.

“Me too.”

A long silence. Then, the wind shifts. Vi’s hand tenses on her gauntlet.

“I..I wish things were different. You know that, I.. never, ever want to do this but, I can’t let you keep hurting people.”

“I know. I know, heh, there you go being the hero..” She grips her weapon tighter. And in turn slowly raises his shield.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.. I know you're sweet on her. Hope you got a chance to, you know.. Before...”

He hears a shuffle behind him. And metal, he turned to see Sevika entering the fray with Vi and Cait, he suddenly hears the turning of metal and turned back to Jinx.

Jinx opens fire with her minigun, the barrels spinning like a banshee’s wail. The rounds tear through the fog, chewing up stone and steel. (Y/n) dives behind his shield, the metal ringing with each impact. Sparks fly. He’s forced back, step by step, boots skidding against the cracked ground.

“You rigged the whole damn place…”

As he ducks behind a crumbled pillar, a click echoes near his foot and BOOM! A rigged monkey grenade explodes, sending him flying back. He lands hard, groaning, his shield flung from his grip. Jinx cackles from above, and fires again—this time with a rocket that (Y/n) barely manages to avoid. The impact leaves a crater behind him. He rolls, grabs a chunk of debris, and hurls it. Jinx dodges effortlessly, leaping to higher ground. He then hurls the shield, it cracks a pipe under her forcing Jinx to go back to ground.

She keeps firing, but (Y/n) is adapting now. Each bullet strike against his shield fuels his momentum. Step by step, he advances through the barrage like a juggernaut—unstoppable. With a roar, he slams the edge of his shield into the ground, anchoring himself.

He charges. The minigun’s whir sputters—ammo spent. Jinx’s eyes widen.

“Uh-oh.”

He throws his shield and a loud—WHAM!—it clips her shoulder, spinning her off balance. He follows up, slamming into her with a brutal shoulder tackle that sends her crashing through a stack of rusted pipes. The minigun skitters across the floor, useless now.

Jinx coughs, dazed. (Y/n) grabs her by the collar, lifting her up. There’s a flicker in his eyes—pain. Conflict.

“You could’ve walked away, you’re under—“

A fist the size of a small boulder blindsides him, sending him flying into a concrete wall. A crater forms around him as he hits, gasping for air. Standing between him and Jinx now—

SEVIKA.

Smoke rises off her gauntlet. Her new crude and shark mouthed, mechanical arm hisses with steam, eyes burning with hatred.

“Remember me?” She sneered.

He slumps, winded—but not broken. Before Sevika can finish him—

Caitlyn’s rifle cracks, forcing Sevika back as VI rockets in with a gauntlet-powered punch. She crashes into Sevika, and the two brawl savagely as Cait takes a crack at Jinx. Shooting, but Jinx was still too much for her to handle is getting overwhelmed. (Y/n) charged in with zero hesitation. He leapt at her and she did in kind. The two clash and he counters her punch with a Judo Throw into the stone pedestal, he went full Mount and cocked his fist back. He looked his former sister in the eye, both are, hurt.

“Do it. It’s okay.” Jinx whispered. (Y/n) closed his eyes and prepared to end it all, until he felt the barrel of steel at his chin. He opened his eyes and saw, a child, protecting Jinx. He hesitated.

“What are you...?” Jinx said. “Move. Now.” He said to the child, her hand shaking at the gun.

“Get away from her.” Cait rains her gun.

“Cait. Cait, she's a fucking child!”

“Move. She's not getting away again!”

(Y/n) filled with pain and desperation smacked the gun out of her hand and yanked the child off, he cocked his hand back one last time. Just as he does, the hex crystal in his arm malfunctions, and gives Jinx a split second.

BANG.

Everything stops. He breath catches. He looks down—blood soaks through his armor. As she landed it square in between a plate, His eyes lock with Jinx’s. Her expression crumples.

(Y/n) couldn’t go for another swing, collapses off the pedestal. The shield drops with a metallic clunk.

“I—I didn’t want to—” Jinx, maybe in that moment realized just what she did. The gun falls from her fingers. Her lips tremble. She remembers Silco. She remembers his last breath. And now.. his.

“It’s— it’s okay, it.. had to end this way.. right?” He Gave a weak smile, a trail of blood finally trickled from his cheek as he fell over.

“No… no no no—”

(Y/n) rolled on his back, and watched the light slowly begin to dim. Ringing bellows though his ears. It all felt so, unreal. Disorted and unrecognizable faces surround him, death. It was coming, he faded in and out of consciousness.

The vision is drenched in smoke, the sound muffled like he’s underwater. All color is muted save for the slowly fading orange glow of distant flames.

The last visage was of Jinx, fleeing into shadow, cradling Isha. She looked back once more, guilt finally hitting her, Her figure fades, swallowed by the smoke. He slowly blinks, for what felt like seconds was possibly minutes, Cait and Vi arguing,

Then—a sharp tug. He’s being dragged. His shield scraping across stone. The cold pavement beneath his body. Caitlyn was dragging him, her face strained with fury and grief, dragging his limp form across rubble, tears mixing with soot.

It was all he remembered before it went black.

It was a blur waking up, his eyes met the pale roof of a hospital room. Bandages wrap his torso, and his arm—Aegis—sits offline on the stand beside him, dim.

His brow furrows. A soft grunt escapes his lips as he stirs, trying to make sense of his current predicament.

A shape shifts beside him. maddie, seated in a simple chair, straightens, setting down a steaming mug. She wears her Iron Hounds Enforcer jacket unzipped, her posture formal, but her eyes are tired. Watching him.

“Captain.” She said.

“You’re.. Still calling me that?” He replied, glad to see at least a familiar face.

“Until you tell me not to.”

He tries to sit up and winces. Maddie instinctively moves forward, steadying him. Their eyes meet—close, too close for a breath.

“How long?”

“Two days. You lost a lot of blood, bullet clipped your liver. Commander and I got you out… barely.”

A pause.

“Vi?” He muttered, Maddie hesitates, then shakes her head once.

“We haven’t seen her since the fallout. She and Cait had a fight… a bad one. Vi disappeared. No trail. No word.”

He leans back, eyes to the ceiling. He doesn’t speak. The silence between them stretches, not awkward, but heavy with what’s unsaid.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself. You made the call no one else could.”

“I could’ve ended it. I should’ve. But I hesitated—because I saw her. Not Jinx. Not this killer. I saw Powder. I— I saw my little sister and I was gonna kill her..”

His voice cracking, he shook his head.

“I’m so tired of losing people.”

Maddie doesn’t hesitate. She steps forward and kneels beside the bed, gripping the edge. Her face softer now.

“You haven’t lost everyone.”

(Y/n) turns his head slightly toward her—and then, slowly, he reaches his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close.

“Thank you.”

At first, it’s just a hug. Quiet. A bit awkward. Then he clutches her tighter, needing the contact more than he’d admit. Maddie wraps her arms around him carefully, mindful of his wounds, her cheek against his chest.

The closeness lingers. A quiet breath between them. A shared heartbeat.

“You don’t have to carry this alone.” She whispered.

He shifts, brushing a hand along her back. His voice low, barely audible.

“With.. you..”

Their faces close. Eyes meet. Tension thick in the air. Maddie leans forward slightly, her lips brushing his—but then—

He winces, gasping softly. The wound flares again. He grips his side. Maddie stops, she pulls back gently, resting her forehead against his. A smile, warm and faint.

“When you’re you know… maybe we pick this up.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

They hold each other a moment longer. Until he spoke up, a question he needed answered. “Maddie, can you take me to Caitlyn?”

Still in his medical clothes, Maddie wrapped his enforcer coat around him and helped him up. And slowly made way towards the crestfallen Council room. The remaining council members, officials, and others presided over it. He stepped— no, limped in. And stood with the enforcers. Cait was a bit shocked to see him, but was too preoccupied by the beginning of a speech, by councilor Salo.

“Thank you all for answering my summons. I've come to trust the expertise of Ambessa Medarda. You no doubt recognize the name. She's just shared with me some very upsetting, but sadly unsurprising, news.” He began, Ambessa began as she stood before them all.

“Good evening.!Yesterday I met!with your guild merchant Amara. We spoke of rebuilding, restoring this great city to its former glory, when two Zaunite assassins fell upon us. I tried to save her. But the blade pierced her heart.”

Murmurs come in droves.

“Our families should not need fear an assassin's dagger in the night. It's time to end this. You've given Zaun opportunity after opportunity to repair their wrongs, and how have they answered? Half your council is dead. Your memorial is made a massacre. Well, no more. Wrath must be met with wrath. You must declare martial law. Appoint a general to lead until this threat is vanquished. Someone who will not pale when faced with Zaun's degeneracy. Whose conviction never wavers. A pillar of your community whose house has always stood for progress. Who may consider my experience and my entire detachment of Noxian soldiers at their disposal. Until all our families are safe. Of course, I could only be referring to...

Caitlyn Kiramman.”

Salo was shocked, it seemed this wasn’t his idea. (Y/n) looked at Cait with shock, who also was. Suddenly, the Noxian solders began to beat their chest in unison in a thunderous show of defiance and power.

Ambessa then approached Cait.

“Come, child. Your mother will have justice. I swear it.”

(Y/n) then looked back at Cait. Expecting a No. shocked, (Y/n) watched as She Places her fist over her chest as well, the thumps stop.

The Law has been Laid.

The Banners of War are raised.

This, is the beginning of the End.

[ornii]

Oh, The Misery Part 10:

“Peace Was Never and Option”

A torrential downpour blurs the sharp lines of Piltover’s gleaming skyline. Black umbrellas ripple through the city square like a field of mourning flowers. Bells toll — slow, somber, echoing through the heavy air.

A marble memorial stands at the center of the square. Draped banners bear the crests of the fallen houses — including House Kiramman. A massive crowd, shoulder to shoulder, many in dark colors, gathered for the funeral. (Y/n) stands stiff in the rain, his head bowed, water dripping from his hair and metal arm. Beside him, Vi stands with fists clenched at her sides, Neither of them speaks. (Y/n) looked up to the blown up council chambers, grief and anger filled his heart, and he looked away and down. He sees Caitlyn, standing on the steps with her father.

After the Service he waited at an underpass. Hiding from the rain finally until footsteps echo, he turned around to Caitlyn. Silence between them, until he saw her face twist in pain and tears fill. He approached and held her as she cried softly. He just— held her. No words, letting her grieve and let her pain and anguish follow. A minute passed and she composed herself wiping tears.

“You were right, Cait.” He admits, “I thought I could reach Powder but.. she’s gone. I’ll stop her myself, No one else needs to get hurt.”

“No. No more rogue mission. No more reckless plans. My mother was right. My arrogance led me to take on more than I could handle, and she paid the price. They're sending all the Enforcers after Jinx. I'm going with them.” Cait laid it all out, (Y/n) shook his head.

“I can help, we don’t have to set Zaun ablaze.”

“You can. As one of us.” Cait offered him something he, never expected. An enforcers badge. He stared at it, millions of thoughts burning though his brain.

“People are calling for blood. The Council won't stop them. You can show that not all of Zaun supports Jinx. We can show them. You, Me, and Vi. Together.” Caitlyn pleaded with him, and a deep sigh came from him

“I’ve watched enforcers beat, abuse and kill innocent people of Zaun. I’m not becoming what my people fear.” He said, silence against

“I thought you were on our side.” Cait whispered.

“I am. But—“

“You don’t have to say yes now, just.. consider it.” She said, and left it at that. Cait left, leaving (Y/n) to stare at the badge.

Hours later he’s sitting at a stone bench, still staring at the badge, considering just tossing it and going with Vi to fight by themselves. His train of thought was cut off by a shadow looming, he looked up and saw, a girl. she’s petite but fierce, with short-cropped hair and these bright expressive eyes. The person next to her was half amphibian. The girl and guy were enforcers.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Junior Officer Nolen. Maddie. And, uh...it's hard to not know who you are with the arm and all..” she said in a particularly joking way.

“Okay, so what is it, Frisk? Trespassing? Or you just here to bother me?” He clenched the badge in his hand.

“Search? No. No, no. Heh. Uh, you're something of a legend amongst the Enforcers. Caitlyn made quite a scene at the station when they tried to deny your enlistment with Vi.”

“Enlistment?” That thought went though (Y/n)’s head. Cait wasn’t joking

“Now I have to ask, is it all true? You went after Silco alone when the Council wouldn't back you? Took on his whole gang?”

“Cait said all that?” He asked, now his interest is piqued. “She said if every Enforcer was like you, we could take on Noxus itself. Then she threatened to withdraw her family's funding. Anyhow, I'm glad you're joining up. Hmm. After the sheriff betrayed us...Well, let's just say...”

(Y/n) watched as Maddie offered a handshake. “it's nice to know there are still good ones left.” She said. (Y/n) shook her hand, but felt something was still. Bit, off.

Fanfare echoes from the main square and Maddie giggled. “Duty calls. A real honor, sir.” Maddie left, and leaving (Y/n) new a new sense of something

Responsibility. Rain trickles in from the shattered skylight above. The air is cold and still. (Y/n) stands near old tracks, arms crossed, deep in thought as Vi approaches, obviously things haven’t been, easy for her.

“.. you okay?” He asked first.

“Yeah, or.. not really, I don’t know..” she mumbled, her mind a bit jagged. (Y/n) softened up pretty quick.

“I know. It’s.. look it, it isn’t your fault. But, what we’re doing now, isn’t working so… so Caitlyn made an offer… to join the Enforcers. Both of us. Together.” He spit it out, and Vi’s mood went from confusion to, anger and disarray.

“You’re serious? After everything they’ve done? After everything they let happen?!” Her voice began to raise.

“I know what they’ve done. But we can fix it. From the inside.”

“Fix it? You wanna join the people that started this shit? Same people who were under Silco’s boot? Those people?!”

“Vi—“

“The same people that killed my parents YOU wanna join them?!”

“I’m trying to save lives, Vi!”

“By joining a bunch of corrupt murderers?!”

“I’m trying to fix this!”

“No. You’re trying to redeem yourself.”

That hits hard. Silence stretches. (Y/n) takes a deep breath.

“Vi.. I understand more than anyone why you’re angry and you have every right to be. But please, every plan I have come up with, people have suffered and died because of it, I don’t have any other plans. Council wants blood, they’d fill Zaun with it if they had the choice. They’re thinking too big, we’re going in too small. There’s gotta be a medium. This is the medium… I don’t expect you to be best friends with them but.. this might be our best shot.” He gives it his best, and gets nothing but silence from Vi. He can tell by her face she is considering it, but just looked away.

“You’ve changed, (Y/n). And not in a good way.” Vi turned and left, leaving him to pick it all back up. As (Y/n) tries to follow her to speak more reason, but Another service is held for the Council.

Many gather and mourn, and (Y/n) and Vi come in attendance. Oddly enough another joined, burly, a bit of a Drunk. He ignored his presence, and watched as Mel approached the stand. She cleared her throat and began.

“One of the many privileges of serving as your councilor is having the occasion now and again to stand behind this podium to behold so many joined together not by birth or dictum but by all that we share. Our hope. Our curiosity. Our compulsion to leave behind us a world better than that before. These things we share are what make us one people.” As Mel began, (Y/n) saw the man mourning citizens, although some looked, off.

“Today we share an unthinkable loss. Councilor Irius Bolbok, Councilor Torman Hoskel, and Councilor Cassandra Kiramman

were taken from us. But they shall not be forgotten. We commissioned this statue so we may remember them for their countless contributions... their lifetimes of service. Not for the craven act that stole them away.” She said, (Y/n)’s eyes locked on a soldier carrying a bag, he passes by a dressed woman and then, passes by without it.

“What the—“

“Though we've suffered

a terrible blow, I assure you, the rule of law prevails in Piltover. We will find those responsible. And they will account for their crimes.” Mel ends her speech with ferocity. (Y/n) can tell something was wrong, until it rolls under him. He looks down and sees hissing. A pipe bomb.

A thunderous explosion rips through the the plaza — the earth quakes beneath the mourners’ feet. Screams. Chaos. Flames rise from the buildings. Through the smoke—Zaunite extremists pour in: masked fighters, grenade-launchers, and at the center, a woman without a nose, a monstrous chainsaw and rage for Jayce.

The blast sends (Y/n) flying, smashing through a marble column. Dust and stone rain down.

Muffled screams.

He blinks awake, ears ringing. He’s half-buried beneath debris — blood leaks down his temple. His vision blurs, then sharpens.

Maddie’s trying to crawl away — being lifted into the air by her leg, dangling from the chemical monster’s claw.

He grits his teeth, shifting rubble off of himself. His arms taking a beating but still works. He scans the ground…His eyes lock on a bent, circular slab of steel plating, about the size of a shield.

He grabs it, pulling himself to his feet, breathing hard. He limps which slowly turns into a full sprint. He throws the makeshift shield once — it slams into the monster’s shoulder, staggering it and dropping Maddie. She looks up to see hissing counter its swing with a parry and recoil with a heavy shield crack to its dome. It slumps unconscious. He turned and, in turn, offers HIS hand.

“Get up! These people need us!” He said, and helped her up. He rushed off to help everyone else, he spots Caitlyn taking a shot at a Zaun extremist but he tries to grab her.

(Y/n) rubs in and hurls the shield into the face of an approaching Zaunite soldier, knocking him back. As the soldier stumbles, he lunges forward, grabbing him and using his body as leverage to perform a high-impact throw into a nearby enemy. The shield recoils and he catches it. He spins, using the shield to block incoming gunfire, then whips it back in a quick arc, knocking another assailant to the ground.

A Chem-Tank soldier attempts to charge him. (Y/n) quickly defends, using the shield to deflect the soldier’s attack before slamming it into their chest. The impact sends the soldier sprawling. Without missing a beat, he uses his old arm to finish the move, grabbing the soldier and throwing him over his shoulder with impressive force.

“Push them back! We protect this city! We protect everyone!” He blocks a swing and counters with a bash.

At this point, the tide is beginning to shift. The Piltover guards, once hesitant, start to see him not as an outsider but as their protector. They rally behind him, taking courage from his unyielding stance.

But it wasn’t over The ground shakes as a mutated chem-monster barrels through a stone wall, roaring with unnatural fury. Enforcers scatter. Panic erupts.

Vi kneels beside Jayce’s Hextech Hammer, trying to reroute energy back into the core. Sparks fly. It won’t boot.

“Come on, come on…”

(Y/n) spots Maddie and the enforcers trying to protect the carriage of councilors. He steps forward, shield in one hand, metallic arm flexing. The chem-monster slams down a piston-sized fist — he raises his shield, absorbing the brunt of the hit, but is launched backwards, skidding across the cobblestone.

He groans, coughing blood, but plants one knee.

He’s down—

But he stands again. His coat torn, armor scorched, He walks straight toward the monster.

The monster charges again.

He dodges left, slams his shield into its leg. It roars. He’s thrown again — crashes through scaffolding.

Everything goes silent for a beat. Dust hangs in the air.

Faint clinks of his metal arm bracing against stone. He rises, beaten, bloodied — but burning with that same unwavering fire.

In the chaos behind him, Vi finally slams the hammer core back into place. It whines to life.

“duck!”

He doesn’t hesitate. He rolls aside just as

Vi blasts the monster, it catches its shoulder and its arm is torn to metal shreds. Before the monster.

The monster, with one arm swings again. (Y/n) sidesteps, smashes the shield into its knee, then slams it across its head.

It stumbles.

He roars, knocks it to the ground.

He raises the shield high—

SLAMS IT DOWN.

And all the grief he’s felt came back.

Powder

SLAM.

Mylo

SLAM.

Vi

SLAM.

Claggor

SLAM.

Dad…

SLAM.

Again.

SLAM

And Again.

SLAM.

The monster grunts.

SLAM.

Its arm twitches.

SLAM.

Rain drips off his face. He doesn’t stop.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

The monster is no longer moving—but he keeps going, driven by desperation, guilt, fury, the will of everyone lost.

The shield is bloodied. His hands tremble.

Behind him, the battlefield has gone quiet. Civilians stare. Enforcers hesitate. (Y/n) tosses the blood soaked shield and sighs, looking upward to the sky. The fight was over, but this war, was just starting.

(Y/n) was getting a wound sewn up, as Vi and Cait were in front of him. She was, beyond furious.

“A memorial. What kind of animals?”

“They wanted the spectacle. They're trying to scare you.”

“All they did is piss me off.” Cait fired back, Vi was actually surprised by this.

“You... You need to find a way to call off the invasion.”

“What?”

“This battle was on your soil. Down there, you'll be on their terms.”

“None of this is on our terms! She dies and leaves this giant hole, and I'm just supposed to fill it. Like she was never there to begin with.” Cait, now at an impasse let her true feelings be heard.

“Hey.” Vi reached out, gently caressing her cheek.

“You won't. The hole gets smaller, but... you never fill it.”

“Vi.. every way I slice it, if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box. It's all coming apart.”

“It’s not.” (Y/n) said, and stood up, wiping blood off his face. “I’m joining you. We end this, now.”

..

Deep, in an unknown basement within Piltover, the last three Council Members including Mel, talk.

“Never in our lifetimes has Piltover's leadership been forced into the dungeons of our capitol! But here we are. Does anyone still doubt that our enemy is greater than one deranged individual?”

“How did they sneak so many of these things into the ceremony? I thought we took every measure to secure it.” One asked

“They must have had help. From someone up here.”

“We can't afford any more handwringing. If we do not defend ourselves with Hextech, our principles will mean nothing.” Councilor Salo says, before Mel can reply, the doors open and Cait, now dressed as a fully fledged enforcer approaching.

“We aren't prepared for a full-scale invasion. The undercity's attack proved that.”

“This is a closed Council meeting.

Who let you in here?”

“I am a decorated officer. Leader of House Kiramman. Address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut.” Cait fired back, and as expected Salo shuts up.

“I will lead a strike team into Zaun with three objectives: locate Jinx, dismantle Shimmer, and neutralize any agents still loyal to Silco.

“What makes you think you'll fare better than our forces today?”

“We've got a few surprises

of our own.”

They watch as footsteps echo, Clad in new armored gear forged from reinforced Piltover steel and Hextech alloy. Maddie, Loris, The Aquatic enforcer, Vi, and (Y/n). Each uniform bearing the mark of the wolf, glinting under the rising moon. Faces grim. Unyielding.

He leads them, the first to step into the light.

His new Hextech arm — Aegis — hums quietly, glowing with raw Hex energy. At his back, a polished shield forged from salvaged metal now refined — the same shield he wielded during the attack, reborn.

(Y/n) stepped up first. His hands behind his back and spoke it into existence.

“Commander Kiramman. Captain (Y/n) of the Newly Formed Iron Hounds, awaiting your command.”

[ornii]

Oh, The Misery Part 9:

“Are We Still Family?”

Vi has left.

Caitlyn has been captured.

There was on one recourse for all of this. Maybe, maybe (Y/n) had been to soft, maybe in order to get his point across. He had to stab them in the front.

The Last Drop

The bar hums with low music and laughter. Sevika leans back in her seat, a cigar in her mouth, nursing a glass of whiskey. A card game is mid-deal. Patrons talk, drink, live. The air feels deceptively normal—until a faint thud echoes from outside.

Another thud. Closer, more as punches echo.

A pause. Eyes glance toward the entrance.

Suddenly, One of the bouncers is hurled through the front window in a spray of glass and wood. He lands hard across a table, groaning in pain.

The music cuts. The bar goes silent.

The double doors are kicked open, splintering slightly at the hinges. (Y/n) stands in the entrance, fury rising from his breath, his coat whipping behind him, the glow of his arm pulsing faintly.

He locks eyes with Sevika.

No words. A long beat of silence passes before Sevika smirks, flicks ash from her cigar, and slowly rises from her chair. Around them, patrons start to clear out, almost instinctually. They’ve seen enough fights to know when one’s not just a brawl—but a war.

“Didn’t think you’d come walkin’ in here on your own, pretty boy.” Sevika snickered.

“This bar belonged to my father. The one you stabbed in the back. And you’re sitting in it like you didn’t spit on everything he stood for.”

“He’s dead, kid. The world moved on. You should too.”

“I could forgive what you did to him. Turning your back, joining Silco, you don’t have to go down with him… you took Caitlyn give me Silco, and leave.”

Sevika scoffs and tosses back the last of her whiskey.

“You really think Silco tells me everything? You’re barking up the wrong alley, golden boy.”

“Then get out of the way.”

More silence. Suddenly—Sevika flips a table, hurling it at (Y/n) like it’s made of paper.

(Y/n) sidesteps, then sprints forward— he leapt into the air with scary athleticism—drop-kicking her clean across the room, shattering chairs and sending her sliding behind the bar, she catches herself.

They CLASH again. A metal fist collides with her mechanical arm—sparks fly. She grabs a stool, swinging it at him like a club. He blocks it with his arm, spinning and driving an elbow into her jaw making her slide back again.

(Y/n) ducks under the first wild swing, catching her forearm and pivoting into a hip toss—slamming her to the ground with a thunderous crack.

Sevika snarls and kicks off the floor, catching him with a hard elbow to the ribs. He stumbles back, coughing, and she follows up with a right hook—a heavy, shimmer-powered punch that sends him flying into a table.

(Y/n) spits out blood and rolls over, grabs the edge of a chair, and hurls it at her mid-run. She swats it aside with her metal arm, but it gives him enough time to regain footing.

They clash again—Sevika swinging wild, like a beast—her cybernetic arm glowing with shimmer. (Y/n) blocks with his Hextech arm, using her momentum to tackle her into the wall and begins to choke her. Sevika smashes into things to try and loosen his grip, but (Y/n) does not let go.

She tries again—this time grabbing a bottle from the counter and SMASHING it across his temple. He reels, dazed. She tackles him through a booth, the wooden frame splintering beneath their weight.

She gets up first and grabs a barstool. (Y/n) pulls himself up, and she swings—he ducks. The stool embeds itself into the wall behind him.

(Y/n) spins, grabs her waist, and launches a brutal German suplex, planting her neck-first into the floor.

Both groan. Both struggle to rise.

Sevika’s lip is bleeding. (Y/n)’s eye is swelling. (Y/n) stumbled up first but was dazed himself. He could barely see Sevika attack.

She screams and rushes him again—this time slamming him into the bar counter. He gasps for air, and she rains heavy punches down on him, shattering a row of bottles. Glass cuts into his coat, blood seeping through.

Sevika winds up a final punch and hits him HARD. The punch literally spins him and he hits the counter. He rolls off, bleeding from the nose. They both lie there for a moment—broken, exhausted. (Y/n) rolls on his stomach to try and stand up, his palm reaching out to grab a stool to help himself up, but is fighting himself to stay up, He tries to move—but his limbs are slow, his Hextech arm flickering, damage sustained. His breath is shaky. Blood drips from his lip.

He presses a hand to the floor, trying to push up—then slumps again.

His vision blurs.

Then—

A voice.

“Left hand too low. Gotta keep your guard up.”

(Y/n) looks up slowly, and standing just behind the bar—a vision of his father. Tall, strong, arms crossed, watching with pride and disappointment, both.

(Y/n) blinks. Another figure appears beside Vander—Mylo, grinning like always, Claggor then joins him.

“Don’t let her win, tin-man.”

“You’re tougher than this, Cmon.”

More begin to appear—Vi, Powder with her monkey bomb, all looking down at him from above the bar, glowing faintly, like memories woven in light.

“You’re not alone, dumbass. Get up.” Vi offered her hand, (Y/n) somehow took it and leaned on the counter now.

Voices begin to rise, soft at first, then growing—countless citizens, victims, lives lost to Shimmer and Silco, their wills pooling around (Y/n) like a storm of spirit and purpose.

The Will of The People.

The Last to appear was his mother, who stood calmly appears at last, regal and glowing like a dawn star. She only has one thing to say to her son as she reached out to caress his cheek.

“Become the man you were born to be.”

(Y/n) eyes widen. Something awakens inside him.

And rises. He stands fully, shakily, then steadily—eyes locked on Sevika.

They lock eyes—no words needed.

This is it.

They charge.

Sevika swings first, a wild left hook backed by everything she has left—(Y/n) slips it, steps in—

A Rocks Sevika with a bone shattering uppercut.

The impact echoes like thunder, Sevika’s feet leave the ground. Time slows as she lifts into the air—jaw slack, blood flying in slow motion.

Kylde pivots on his heel—

Twists his hips—

And delivers a devastating right hook to her midsection before she can fall.

Sevika is blasted across the room, her body slamming into the old jukebox in an explosion of neon sparks and shattering glass. The machine whines and skips, flickering erratically before going dark.

Silence falls.

(Y/n) slumps down on the counter, wheezing. As the lights dim. He combs back his hair, but he wasn’t the only one there. A Shadowy figure with purple eyes appeared behind him.

“Bravo, Brother.”

With a hard smack to the back of his head, (Y/n) went unconscious.

Minutes, Seconds, Hours maybe? It’s unknown. (Y/n) stirred awake and attempted to move but cold steel held him firm. He shook his head in the dark and looked around but it was too dim to make anything out. It was silence except his hard breathing, until a girls voice cut though.

“Really thought I buried this place, “But I should have known better.

“Powder?” (Y/n) whispers.

“Nothing ever stays dead.”

“Powder? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Maybe.. Maybe not, For now. Wanna know a secret? Silco thinks he made Jinx, with all his rants and his hard-won lessons. "Excise your doubts, Jinx." "Be what they fear, Jinx." Like everything was the same as when Vander left him. But he didn't make Jinx. You did. Vi did.. when you left—“

“I'm sorry, Powder!” He says in desperation, “i-I never meant to leave you or Vi, I’m sorry.”

“You never left. I always heard you. That warm hand on my shoulder, that, feeling on the back of my neck. Your voice. Pushing me. Picking me up when all the colors were black. You're the reason I'm still alive…”

“I spent, years in the darkness by myself, all alone, thinking I failed you all. The only thing...The only thing that kept me going

was the thought of getting back to you and Everyone else… i couldn’t fail you all.”

Silence. Before Jinx asks;

“Are we still family?”

“We’re always family.”

(Y/n) was suddenly yanked around and twirled. He lands hard somewhere and soon candles began to light with terrifying speed. He looked over to the scene. On one side was crude and, uncomfortable puppets of Mylo and Claggor. On the other side, Vi, Unconscious and with a gash over her eye. And across from it all at this dinner, was Silco. Bound and gagged. (Y/n) in a spark of rage reached to attack but the metal wrapped around his body held him firm. His Hex arm can’t break it. He stared at Silco with pure unfeeling rage.

“He took everything from us. Right here, he stabbed Vander in the back. Just like he planned to do with me. All the time saying

you abandoned me when he knew the truth.” Jinx says and approached the table, (Y/n) could see something was, really wrong with her now. Her once blue psycho eyes were, in a purple haze. Her eyes locked on Silco

“Liar.” She hissed, but her attitude changed in an uncomfortable smirk when she turned back to (Y/n).

“Mm. We're missing someone.” She said, and dipped off into the Dark.

“Powder?” He asked, and saw her approach with a dinner plate and cover.

“I paid your girlfriend a visit.”

Those words sent chills down his spine and a tornado of anxiety built in his chest, wondering what could be under that.

“W-What did you do? Powder?”

“I made her a snack.”

“What?”

He watches as Jinx grabbed the top of the cover. Afraid of what’s to see, in a flash she revealed it and (Y/n) closed his eyes, until he opened them slowly. It was.

A Cupcake. And on top was the Hexstone.

“Sheesh. I'm not that crazy.” She joked and disappeared into the dark, returning back with Caitlyn, alive. Bound and gagged as well. Vi, finally stirs to see what fresh hell she’s awoken up to.

“Shit, Powder! Just Leave her out of this.” He pleads. Her eyes slowly align towards (Y/n), showing a seat.

“Now... Where should I sit? That's your choice, really.” She said, which said Jinx. He looked down, unsure of what to say. He watched as her face came into his field of view. “Do you remember when you got that first big dent in your arm?” She said

(Y/n) doesn’t answer, but his eyes show he does. Jinx gives a hint of a smile.

“You were trying to protect Vi. She tries to fight some big guy, bit off lot more tjan she can chew, You lost—bad. Your hand was locked shut for days.

She gently reaches out, her fingers hovering near his metal. Tender. Almost afraid.

“I used to sit in your lap and draw all over it with chalk and marker. You’d pretend you were mad, but you never stopped me. You said…

Jinx sighed, trying to keep her composure. Her voice breaks slightly, but she pushes on.

“You said I had “the most unique mind” you’d ever seen. Like the world was broken, but I could see the parts others couldn’t. I guess… you were right.” She said flatly, Vi was afraid to speak, seeing what was going on. Jinx leaned in, Lip quivering as (Y/n)’s eyes slightly dart towards Cait and Back to her.

“Make her go away. Please. Send her on her way and...And you can have Powder back.” She said, (Y/n) sighed.

“Okay, just.. let her go. We can go wherever you want. Just, please let them go.” He whispered, his eyes meeting hers, and Vi, realizing his ploy chimed in.

“he’s right, We... we can just go. We'll leave and never come back. Just the three of us.”

“Where would we go?” Jinx asked, and as if one of the dolls responded, she turned her gun and fired at the Mylo doll.

“No, no, no. She's not saying that!” She said seemingly to the Doll, Vi keeps it up trying to reach her.

“It's true, we'll put this behind us. You'll never have to see him again, Powder.”

“What do you have to say about that?” Jinx approached Silco, and tore his gag off

“Her name is Jinx! They’re lying. You'll be with them a day before she realizes you aren't that girl anymore and they turn their back on you.”

“You traitor! You turned your back on my father! You killed him! And you have the nerve to call us Traitors!” (Y/n) had a vicious outburst, “I swear I’ll kill you!”

“You aren't lying?” Jinx slowly turned to (Y/n) and Vi.

“You wouldn't lie to me. Not again.”

“I’ve never lied to you, never.” (Y/n) stands firm, and Silco plays another card.

“The topsiders offered me everything. Independence, a seat at the table. All in return for you. They can all burn. Everyone betrays us, Jinx. Vander. Him. Her. They will never understand. It's only us. You're my daughter. I'll never forsake you…” For a moment it seems silcos words actually resonated with Jinx, but it was cut short by shuffling. A quick scuffle as Caitlyn escaped and brandished Jinx’s minigun.

“Drop the gun!” She aimed the slowly roaring barrel at Jinx.

“Wait! She's my sister.”

“Vi, she's too far gone.”

In a Flash Jinx moves, disarming Caitlyn and knocking her down. (Y/n) angrily fights in his bindings, his arm putting immense pressure on the chains. Jinx turned the gun to An Unconscious Caitlyn.

“No, no, no.” Vi also began to fight in her bindings.

“You see, now finish it.” Silco’s words rang in Jinx, in her heart.

“Damn it! Powder, wake up!” Vi screamed. “Remember who you are! I know you remember!”

“Picture Mylo! Claggor! (Y/n)!”

“Shut up! Don't listen to her!”

As Vi and Silco push her father and father into instability, (Y/n) Broke free. The snap of Metal forced jinx to turn and fire, in a split second (Y/n) threw caution to the wind and backhand the bullet.

Silence went into the room, until Jinx turned to where the bullet landed, in the heart of Silco.

“No... Oh. Oh, no, no, no.” Rushing to his side Jinx knelt down. Holding his weak hand.

“I'm sorry...” she says though tears, and in some dark way, Silco did love her, wheezing and giving his last breaths, he spoke.

“I never would have given you to them….Not for anything. Don't cry. You're …perfect.” With those weak parting words, Silco spoke his last. It was quiet once more, (Y/n) on one knee trying to recover. He saw Jinx turned to him, a, sad smile on her face. He reached out.

“It's okay. We'll be okay, we can leave..” he said, but Jinx didn’t go into his hand. She took a step back.

“I thought maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I'm... different. But you changed too. So...Here's to the new us.” Jinx with an unease took the Hexstone and marched out. (Y/n) had a choice between saving Vi and Cait or Stopping Jinx, that isn’t powder anymore. He quickly began to unbind Vi.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “I’m fine.. what—“

“Jinx took Caitlyn when you left, I went to Sevika to get her back I thought— I don’t know what I thought.”

Vi put that to the back of her mind and stood him up. “Go! Get powder! I’ll help Cait.”

“Okay.” (Y/n) turned and rushed out a bit slow after his scuffle with Sevika. He stumbles out of the fishery, bruised and battered. He’s too late. The wind screams through the broken windows behind him. In the distance, he hears the screeching of heat, and of something mechanical launching.

He turns. A blue streak of light cuts across the sky — fast, glowing, and heading right for Piltover.

“No…” His breath catches. He takes a step forward… another. He starts to run. His boots slam against the metal walkways of Zaun, rising toward the surface — but the missile’s already there.

He reaches the edge of the bridge—just in time to see it.

A wave of blue flames, smoke, and shattered glass, death. The tower’s upper floor explodes, sending debris into the night sky like burning confetti. The shockwave hits him, throwing his coat behind him and nearly knocking him off his feet. He staggers… and drops to his knees.

Silence.

He stares up at the inferno. The light reflects in his eyes — haunted. Hollow. The arm that Jinx once helped built twitches, clenched tightly.

All he can do is watch.

“Powder… what did you do?” He muttered in literal disbelief of what’s happening.

Behind him, the wind screams through Zaun’s alleys. But he doesn’t move. He just kneels, smoke curling around him like mourning shrouds.

What has began cannot be stopped, this, is the catalyst to the end.

End of Part 1

[ornii]

Oh, The Misery Part 8: “Your Mother.. her name was—“

The window creaks open against the cold Piltover night. (Y/n) slips in first, landing silently. She turns to help Caitlyn through—less graceful, but determined. The room is dim, moonlight casting pale silver across the floor. Vi enters last watching their backs, looking at the elegant room.

“You rich folk really have it made.” She said

“Keep it down, Vi.” (Y/n)’s back was to the door as he chastised her.

Just then—BANG!

The door bursts open. Councilor Kiramman, in her outfit but armed with a slim, elegant rifle, storms in. Her hair is tousled, but her aim is precise and unwavering.

“Step away from my daughter!”

A flash of light—a shot fired—CRACK. But the bullet never reaches them.

(Y/n) had moved —his metallic hand raised instinctively. Sparks flicker off the palm as the bullet flattens harmlessly against it. He calmly opened his palm as the flattened round dropped on the floor with a clank. Caitlyn limped in between. Her father also arrived.

“Caitlyn.”

“Oh. We were so worried.

Thank goodness you're safe!”

“And you found a pair of strays..” her mother said

“This is Vi and (Y/n). They’re from the undercity.”

“So I see…Could we have a word, Caitlyn? In private.” Her mother said, Caitlyn reluctantly goes with them as the two undercity strays wait. It was quiet between them, Vi sits on her bed and looks at the map he and Caitlyn wrote out.

“So… you gonna say it, or should I?” Vi started

“Say what?” (Y/n) replies raising an eyebrow.

“That this has been one hell of a day.”

“Could say that again.”

There’s another pause. Vi sits on the edge of the bed, glancing at him. Her tone softens.

“You didn’t tell me about the scars… how bad it was.” She said, (Y/n) looks out the window, the slight reflection of his face, the energy scar along his face up to his eye, turning his iris an uncouth blue.

“Didn’t think I needed to. You had your own scars.”

“That’s not the point. You just disappeared, (Y/n). Left a crater in the middle of my damn life.”

“Well I didn’t have a choice. When that bomb went off… I wasn’t just lost—I was gone. Somewhere else.” He shook his head, bad memories flooding his head.

Vi looks at him with guarded vulnerability, like she’s weighing a hundred things she never said.

“We all got broken. Powder got her head messed up by Silco, I got locked up, But I thought if I saw you again, it’d… fix something.

“..Did it?” He asked.

“I don’t know. You’re here, and I still feel like you’re a thousand miles away.”

(Y/n) looks down, flexing the fingers of his metal arm. “I kept going because I thought I’d see you again. You. Powder. I held onto that because it was the only thing keeping me sane.”

“And now?” Vi asked, silence was between them.

…

Caitlyn continues her treatment. Getting her wound cleaned by her father, Her Mother sat in annoyance across from them both.

“You have to speak to the Council.” She said to her mother.

“Speak to the Council? You understand you've broken several laws?”

“She was doing what she thought was right.” Her father Tobias said.

“I'll take responsibility.” Caitlyn protested.

“You're a Councilor's daughter. Your actions reflect on the entire body.” Her mother, Kasandra said, drinking her tea, which infuriated her daughter.

“My actions? You know what else

reflects on the Council? It’s citizens living on the streets. Being poisoned. Having to choose between a kingpin who wants to exploit them and a government that doesn't give a shit. Ow!”

“Caitlyn!” Her mother was shocked by her crass words.

“I'm sure our daughter could use some rest after her adventures.” Tobias smiled, trying to play peacemaker.

“I'll schedule an audience. But first, I want to ask you something.” Kassandra said to her daughter, piquing her interest.

Later on the Day…

The study is richly decorated, filled with ancient tomes, hextech blueprints, and family portraits. A crackling fireplace lights the space in soft amber. Kassandra Kiramman stands by the hearth, hands behind her back, composed but clearly tense.

(Y/n) enters cautiously, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

“Sit. Please.” She says. He hesitates but pulls out a chair across from the desk and sits.

“Your name… is (Y/n)?” She starts.

“That’s what I’ve always been called, not a stray if that’s what you’re asking.” An annoyed scoff comes from Kassandra, but she ignores his quip.

“And your family?” She asked, (Y/n) winced slightly. “My father’s name was Vander,” he starts, Kassandra’s breath hitched for a moment, and he continued. “My mother—her name was …Serana. She… died when I was young. I had brothers and sisters but.. only one now I suppose.”

Kassandra stiffens slightly. Her tone shifts, curiosity now cloaked in deeper interest. “Serana… That’s not a common name. Do you remember anything about her?”

“Bits and pieces. Dad always said I had her eyes, She used to tell me stories about Piltover, before she came to the Lanes.”

Kassandra’s breath catches. She turns slowly, her expression unreadable.

“She ever mention any names? Houses?” Kassandra finally turned to face him, he squints slightly. She wants information but, why?

“She said she left something behind… everything behind. Said it didn’t matter if you were from the high walls or the deep shadows—people all needed something to believe in, something to protect.”

There’s a long silence. Kassandra approaches the desk, her gaze fixed on him.

“She said that to me once. Those exact words.”

“What?”

Kassandra sat down.

“I served her. Before she left.”

“Before she left?”

“I suppose it’s better to start from the beginning…

“House Kiramman came into power due to an absence of it, from Serana. She was strong, passionate, but eloquent. House Atherra kept a strong hold on Piltover, with Serana holding it and we were Loyal to her. Your mother didn’t just have the people’s trust but their love. Charities, banquets for all to attend. Feeding those less fortunate even in Zaun, she was a woman of the people, she believed all deserved to believe in something, someone greater. But the rest of Piltover didn’t feel the same. So, she left.. with a Man she had Fallen with, Vander. The rest is history, as they say.” She explained, (Y/n) looked down, shaking his head.

“That..”

“It’s true, if you don’t believe me..” Kassandra motions for him to turn around, he did and looked up, the photo hanging above the door was of, Her. Serana of House Aetherra, depicted in flowing battle regalia of a Dress, with accents of silver and deep violet. Her stance is commanding, one hand resting on the hilt of a greatsword, the other extended as if reaching to lift someone up.

Yes. You are Serana Von Aetherra’s son. The last of your house and bloodline, (Y/n) Von Aetherra.”

(Y/n) took a Moment to consider all of this.

“Why? ..why are you telling me all this?”

“I Owe everything to your mother, and while my daughter’s actions are reckless and absurd.. I truly believe she has the best intentions. Your mother had the same belief. That peace was always an option, that someone needed to protect the innocent from forces they cannot foresee or control, If by some miracle both houses have returned together, this is fate. I wish for you to, continue your efforts here if possible.”

(Y/n) was a bit taken aback by it, but didn’t reply. “Thank you, for telling me.” (Y/n) said and took a deep breath to ask a question.

“Do you… do you think my mother would want me to Kill Silco?” He asked, Kassandra sighed, and cupped her hands together.

“I.. believe your mother would do what would be best for not herself, but for the people she cared for. What would help your people more? That’s what you must ask yourself.”

…

The study doors close gently behind him. He walks out silent, much on his mind as he still has to speak to the council but he has a lot of think about, he looked up and Vi is leaning against the wall outside, arms crossed. She’s restless. When she sees his face, she knows something’s happened.

“What’d she say?” She asked.

“She…She told me who my mother really was.”

“There was silence, until Vi had to ask. “And?”

“My mother was Piltover Royalty.. She came down to Zaun for my Dad. She said she loved all people, Zaun, Piltover, didn’t matter who, believed everyone deserved the love in the world.” He droned on, a sad smile went over his face.

Vi watched him, and An unsure look crept along her face.

“Look, I don’t know what your noble roots are supposed to mean to you, but we don’t have time to get sentimental. Silco’s planning something, and every second we hesitate, more people get hurt.”

“I know what he is, Vi. My Fathers gone because of him.”

“Then why are you standing here like we can talk him down?” Vi retorts.

“Because I’ve seen what this war does. You think it’ll burn him down, but it’ll burn everyone else with him first. Innocent people will die if we just storm Zaun, you saw Ekko and what they’re building the enforcers will just tear it apart—“

Vi pushes off the wall, frustrated.

“You think you can save everyone? There’s no saving anyone when you deal with somoene like Silco. He’s evil. He doesn’t want peace—he wants everyone to die and rot away.”

“I know that!” He pipes up slightly, “My Mom i, —I barely remember her face. But her will… it’s in me now. And if that means trying to keep this city from tearing itself apart, even if it kills me—then so be it.”

Before they can continue, Caitlyn Approaches.

“The Council, They’re ready..”

(Y/n) and Vi walk to the main chamber, soft voices come from further within. Until the doors open.

“The Sheriff betrayed us. We need better information.” One Council member said

“We need to act. Before anyone else gets killed.” Another interjects

“Perhaps Marcus was operating independently. What could anyone in the undercity offer him that he didn't have up here?”

“It's not what they offered him, it's what he had to lose.” Caitlyn opened up, Kassandra cleared the air to speak.

“Councilors, my daughter has a unique insight into our situation.” She began, and sat, Caitlyn cleared her throat and approached the center of the crescent desk.

“Thank you. Councilors, this is Vi and (Y/n), They were born in the undercity. Even though we failed them in countless ways, Both risked everything to show me what life is really like down there. People are starving, sick, ravaged by Shimmer. They live in constant fear of the coordinated efforts of violent crime lords. One man leads these efforts. Silco.

“We've done investigations of Silco. They yielded no such level of organization.” One councilor spoke up.

“And who led these investigations? Marcus? He was there years ago when the former chief was killed, i remember his face he was just as guilty.” (Y/n) piped up, shutting their argument down.

“What does this Silco even want from us?” Mel asked.

“He believes the undercity should be independent. He calls it the Nation of Zaun.” (Y/n) explained, Jayce nodded and produced a crude bomb, Jinx’s etchings and doodles on it.

“What about these? Do you know who made them?” Jayce asked, (Y/n) looked a bit uncomfortable but spoke up. Vi cut him off

“Her name is Jinx.” She said, honestly.

“This Jinx has the Gemstone?” He asked, the silence was an uncomfortable yes. “Then we have to go in by force.”

“That could trigger war.” Mel accurately points out. “There are good people down there.”

“Hmph. Bad ones too.” Another chimed in.

“Even if we wanted to invade, they have Shimmer.”

“We have Hextech.” Jayce fired back, which shocked Mel.

“What happened to you?”

“We've been talking about talking

for weeks now. They're still cleaning the blood off the bridge. When do we say enough is enough?”

“Jayce, you don't know war. I do. It must be our last resort. There may be a diplomatic solution.” Mel explained, (Y/n) reluctantly agreed.

“Maybe…She's right.” (Y/n) said which raised the eyebrow of Vi, and into disbelief.

“What? You want to negotiate with him?”

“Saving Everyone is what’s important, I.. I gotta look at it that way.

“This is insane. Did you learn nothing?!” Vi yelled at (Y/n), and then turned his ire to the council. “You can't talk to him! He hates you. Everything you stand for. He will never back down.” She put them on notice, and a disgruntled Councilor sighed

“Enforcers, please escort them out.”

“Forget it. I remember where your fancy damn door is.” Vi stormed off, (Y/n) turned.

“Vi! Wait! Dammit just— give us a moment.” He said to the councilors, he then turned and rushed after Vi. Heading out to the rain with her. Caitlyn watched a bit of a ways away.

“Vi! Vi! Where are you going?”

“I don't know. Back where I came from Seems like that's what everyone up here wants.”

“Look we can, fix this. But going head to head with Silco’s just going to get people killed, we can—“

“You can't! This is how things are. How they've always been. I was so stupid to think it could change.” Vi shook her head, turning away. (Y/n) approached, putting his hand in her shoulder.

“We'll make a new plan. We have to try, I can’t give up on this, we can’t give up on this. We’re so close.”

“We tried. Okay? It wasn't enough. Topside and bottom. Oil and water. That's all there is, they’ll never work together. Maybe we won’t either.”

“…What?” The heartbreak in his voice as Vi gently pushed his hand off her shoulder.

“You, changed, Wasn't meant to last forever.”

“You're just saying that..” we’ve been like this since kids, we can work this out, please.” (Y/n) pleads, but Vi looked down, sad.

“Do yourself a favor, get out while you can.” Vi left, and (Y/n) stood in the cold rain as Vi Slowly faded into the dark. (Y/n) didn’t move a muscle as the cold rain touched his skin. Caitlyn approached and attempted to give him some sense of relief.

“She’s going to be okay, right?”

“I.. I don’t know. She, she’s rough but…” (Y/n) halted his sentence.

“Are, you going to be okay?” Caitlyn continued.

“I.. I don’t know.” He answered, “Take the time you need. We can try with the council tomorrow.” She said and left.

(Y/n) stood in the rain in a bit longer, considering what he can do, fight Silco head on, a war would outbreak and innocent people will die, or try to work out some arrangement with Silco. The man who killed his father, who, in a chain of events caused all of this. How could he forgive him, but, who knows.

(Y/n) returns to Caitlyn’s home. He steps into the room quietly, the soft clank of his boots breaking the silence. He looks around, expecting to find Caitlyn recovering, maybe reading. But the room is… too quiet.

“Caitlyn?” He asked.

No answer.

The bed is unmade, her coat left sloppily over the armchair—something uncharacteristic of her. She seems like a neat freak, his brow furrows. He takes a few steps in and notices the bathroom door slightly ajar. Light filters through the crack, and inside, the mirror is fogged from running water, he quickly turned down as he didn’t even considered something so inappropriate but noticed the, window was open, and some muddy tracks lead to the bathroom, unease hits his stomach and he rushes in.

Then he sees it.

Drawn in the fog of the bathroom mirror, in streaks of blue— A smiling, childlike face with crossed-out eyes.

Jinx— she was here, Caitlyn was gone, (Y/n) pieces together what happened and only one thing could come to his mind.

“Oh no…”

[ornii]

A long, crumbling hallway lined with cracked porcelain dolls. Their glassy eyes follow a man approaching a flickering fireplace.

“Some stories end when the last page turns…

Others?

They whisper through death, crawling back when you least expect them.”

He passes a doll that blinks. A music box starts playing in reverse.

“Love. Legacy. Curses carved into their bloodlines. They’ve all come to rear their heads. And in this School? Even time has a bone to pick.”

“The Girl thought she had control. The Boy thought he could hide the past.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor… and they return back, for another semester.

Trust me… you don’t want to miss it. I mean, I won’t.

I’m blind.

But I see everything, including you.. Mi Amor.

Bitterly Beautiful: 2 Coming Soon

[ornii]

Oh, the Misery Part 7: “Look who it is, the Boy Savior..”

Sorry for The Wait

I’ve been playing an unhealthy amount of Marvel Rivals!

Vi and Caitlyn had awoke, bagged and dragged someone unknown, tied back to back to a large steel pipe, things haven’t gone so well for the dynamic duo.

“I knew it was a mistake trusting you.” Caitlyn frowns.

“You've been a real picnic yourself.” Vi fired back.

“I'm not the one who walked us into, not one, but two of Silco's traps.”

“This isn't Silco, it's someone else.”

“How do you know?”

“'Cause we'd already be dead.”

“Oh, very nice. When were you planning to tell me that your lunatic sister works for him?”

“Just as soon as you came clean about what the hell you're really doing down here.”

“I told you the truth—“

“Bullshit. What was that glowing stone?”

Silence from Caitlyn, which spoke volumes.

“That's what I thought.”

The two continued to struggle and bicker as (Y/n) was in another room. Just like them he was bound to a pipe but was standing, a hood was yanked off his head to the leader of the firelights. It was silent. The two stared at each other. The Leader slowly reached and removed his helmet, (Y/n)’s sour face quickly softened as he saw who it was.

Ekko, who only had one sentence for him.

“You look good for a dead man.”

“Ekko?” (Y/n) asked, Ekko showed him the glowing blue crystal.

“What do you know about this?” He asked.

“Nothing, what are you—“

“What were you doing with Jinx?”

“Jinx? Her name is Powder. And I just found her when you showed up. It’s me, you know me. Same person who used to take you down to the junk heap to show you how most of it worked, and hose you down when you got covered in grease.”

“That was a long time ago. People change.” Ekko replied, “You think I’ve changed?” (Y/n) replied.

“Are you working for Silco?”

“Wow. fuck. You.” (Y/n) struggled against the bindings.

“I thought you were dead. Now you show up with Vi and a Piltie and give her a tour of the Lanes?”

“You were following us?” (Y/n) piped up.

“I didn't know if I could trust you.”

“So... so you just come out swinging?”

“Yeah, just like—“

“Just like Vi. Yeah.” (Y/n) pulls his hands forward, revealing he’s unbound himself, much to Ekko’s surprise.

“How long have you had those off?” He asked, (Y/n) put his hand on his shoulder. “Long enough to know you haven’t changed.” (Y/n) smiled and walked past him.

“So, how are things?” (Y/n) asked, Ekko nodded and walked ahead, and he followed. The two exit and to a large overlook of the place, what caught (Y/n) off guard was the massive beautiful tree, its branches growing out and forward in the nesting sunlight.

“Is that real tree? I haven’t seen one in, years..”

“Pretty cool, huh? When I first saw it, I knew this was the place. If a single seed could make it down here, so could we.” Ekko says, (Y/n) peeks over to the railing to the children playing and enjoying life finally.

“You built all this?”

“Not alone. After Vander...died, Silco flooded the lanes with Shimmer. He didn't care what it did to people. Everyone here was an addict or a victim. They needed somewhere safe to start again.” Ekko and (Y/n) lean on the railing.

“I should have been there. For you. For everyone, I’m sorry..”

“That's a good way to drive yourself crazy. If I just went with you that day, maybe none of this would have happened.”

“You would have died with us..” (Y/n) sadly admits, “this… this was the best outcome in our situation.”

“You know Powder's gone, (Y/n). All that's left is Jinx and she belongs to Silco.”

“She doesn’t belong to anyone, I can reach her. I’m not gonna leave Powder to Silco.. I’ll die again before that happens.” (Y/n) gripped the railing, metal on metal made a soft creak.

“I got one more thing to show you…” Ekko gave one last direction. He leads him to another side of the tree, a large mural was on display and had many painted faces, his, powder, vi, Vander. (Y/n) looked at the Vander portrait long.

“This is everyone we've lost. The price of our freedom. Some of it was Enforcers. Most was Silco. Powder works for him not because she has to, but because she wants to. I'm sorry, but that's who she is now.” Ekko said, (Y/n) was silent, staring at the mural.

“So. Your friends?” Ekko starts, with concern hinting in his voice.

“It’s Vi, cmon, you can trust her.”

“And that Topsider?”

“I vouch for her…”

Back inside with Vi and Cait, they hear the door open and their hoods removed. They saw a pair of firelights, still masked.

“What have you done with (Y/n)? If you assholes did something—“ vi still tries to break free.

“Listen, let him go. I brought him here. It's me you want.” Caitlyn attempted a more diplomatic approach.

“My heroes.” (Y/n) walked out of the other room into theirs with Ekko. surprising both.

“Ekko?” Vi was in disbelief.

“But I thought you...I thought they were hurting you!” Cait was a bit flustered, (Y/n) smirked. “Yeah, turns out it was a kid I knew a while back.

“(Y/n) tells me I can trust you. You get a pass back topside, that's it.” Ekko made the order and the girls were cut free. Vi looked ready to swing on Ekko, but she hugged him.

“It’s.. really good to see you little man.”

Cait and Vi gaze at the tree and all its beauty, even this can survive the harsh downpour of Zaun.

“It's beautiful.” Cait smiled, but Ekko didn’t find much joy in her voice.

“If your people had your way, it'd be rubble and ash.” He said, layering with malice. The tension rises as Cait tries to defuse.

“It's a misunderstanding. They think you work for Silco.”

“Your people hunt us like animals. Silco pays them to do it.”

“That's not possible. You're wrong.”

“Say that one more time.” Ekko gets in her face, (Y/n) and Vi, playing peacemakers, gently push both back.

“Ekko, she believes what she's saying,

okay? She's not your enemy.” Vi said.

“Oh, yeah? Then what's this?” Ekko reveals a blue glowing gemstone inside a container unit.

“You got it. You have to let me take that back.” Cait reached out to take it, but (Y/n) did first, as he did, A deep hum vibrates through the air. Sparks flicker across the seams of the metal, traveling up his forearm like veins of lightning. He pulled his hand away.

“What is it?” Ekko asked.

“It's a Gemstone. It was stolen during the attack. By your sister.” Caitlyn said, her eyes trailing to Vi and (Y/n).

“With this, someone with the right knowledge could build..any Hextech device. If enforcers are becoming more... well, aggressive, that's why.”

Ekko and Caitlyn continue to debate, (Y/n) and Vi listen, his eyes locked on the gemstone as it feels, familiar.

“We could beat Silco with this.”

“That won't solve things.”

“Easy for you to say. Your people aren't dying all around you.”

“Ekko, it's wrong what's been done to you. You'd be well within your rights to keep it. I couldn't blame you. But... if you do, this cycle of violence will never stop. This is our best shot at setting the record straight. This city needs healing. More than I ever realized. Please, let me help you.”

Silence. Ekko’s tense flare finally softens up and he looks at them.

“You got a plan?”

“I have a friend on the council. Let me take the Gemstone to him. He'll listen to me. Your people wouldn't have to hide anymore.”

“One condition. I'm the one who gives it to them.”

“I think that’s fair.” (Y/n) chimes in, “You know a way around? Piltover’s gates been seized, not letting anyone in or out..”

“No, it’s the only way there.. just gotta sneak though.”

Night comes and the four walk though an underpass gleaming green. Small bugs fly around and flutter in color, Caitlyn, unaware of what they are, looks cautiously.

“What are they?”

“Firelights.” (Y/n) replies as they reach a ladder. “Not deadly.”

The four reach a small hatch and press on up, opening it to the bridge and walking along the cold dim stone, its quiet, too quiet… during the footsteps, Vi slowly comes to a halt. The three turn around.

“Vi?” Ekko said, (Y/n) looked down, considering what to do.

“I can't leave her again.”

“You can't change her.”

“I have to try.”

“Okay.” (Y/n) approached Vi. “You find powder, we stop whatever’s going to happen, makes it easier if Zaun and Piltover aren’t at each others throats.” He smiles, Vi and (Y/n) fist bump.

“Don't get yourself killed.”

“No promises.” Vi turned her attention to Cait

“It's been real, Cupcake….Thanks. For everything.” With a final goodbye she headed back, to find her sister. Little did they know Jinx had made her way there already, scouting ahead, watching.

“You aren’t going with her?” Caitlyn sternly asks (Y/n). “Vi can take care of herself. Besides, I wanted to thank you.. Vi told me what you did and, I appreciate it. I was gonna die and.. you sold whatever it took to save me, thank you.” (Y/n) said with honesty. He puts his hand on her shoulder, their eyes Met.

“I owe you my life so, least I can do is try to make up for it all.” He said, watching him Jinx grits her teeth, the voices speaking to her.

“Shut up. It’s not like that! He wouldn't do that. Not again.”

The three walk, until their oath were cut off by blinding lights.

“Halt!” A commanding voice bellowed from the light. (Y/n) could barely make out the enforcer uniforms. Cait shows her badge.

“Sir! I have proof. Silco's behind everything.” She said, Ekko reveals the Stone and the Captian, Marcus approaches, (Y/n) recognizing the face as the one who was with the previous Captian.

“Cait—“

BANG!

(Y/n) watched as Ekko hit the ground, a raining miasma of anxiety hit him and he rushed down to his side.

“Ekko!” Ekko!” Shaking his friend, he felt unease, and looked to Marcus aiming the gun At Caitlyn, with a swing he moved, Marcus tried to turn the gun but get it punched out of his hand and a vicious backhand. Suddenly, (Y/n) had him in a chokehold, with the gun aimed at his hand. The crowd of soldiers took aim and (Y/n) looked at Cait.

“Take Ekko and run! Now!”

(Y/n)’s standoff was cut short as green began to flood behind him, he watched as the firelight began to encroach the sky. But something felt, off. An unease ticking went though the air. (Y/n) sees one flicker past him, time slowed down and he saw it was, metal.

A danger.

An explosive.

With a single shove he pushed Marcus forward and dove to protect Ekko and Cait, but massive green explosions blasted though the entire bridge, decimating it and many others. (Y/n) slowly, painfully opens his eyes to Marcus next to him, and now they both had something in common.

The lack of a left arm.

Marcus, the adrenaline fueling his last moments gasped for air.

“Tell my...Tell my daughter I...”

his words faded off his tongue, and he breathed his last. The light left Marcus’ eyes and (Y/n) slowly attempted to regain what sense of motion he had. An arm gripped his and helped him Up, Vi’s red hair graced his vision as he came to.

“You okay?!” She sounded desperate, (Y/n) nodded as he shook the cobwebs out. Cait was mostly unscathed, besides a gash in her leg. Vi and (Y/n) helped her up before footsteps clanked down the bridge.

Jinx.

Seeing the Piltover enforcer with the last two people she cared for, was sending her closer and closer to the edge. (Y/n) watched her draw a gun to shoot, only for Ekko to appear and knock it out of her hands, avoiding a counter attack he slid back to keel the distance.

“Go!” He called out to them, (Y/n) saw Jinx, Powder, whoever this person was, and turned his back, and left with Caitlyn and Vi, leaving Ekko and Jinx alone, and with an uneasy smile, she finally addressed him.

“Oh, look who it is. The boy savior.”

[ornii]

RWBYBORNE: Part 1

1: “Good Hunter..”

Remnant, The Long Hunt

Beasts are not born—they are made. The scourge of the blood twists men into monsters, their minds consumed by madness, their bodies reshaped by hunger. They are not so different from the Grimm, those shadowed creatures of Remnant. Both are the spawn of darkness, bred to hunt, to kill, to destroy.

Grimm and Beasts are mindless tools, drawn by fear and despair, They are the reflection of man’s sins, the corruption that festers within the heart. The blood does not lie—it reveals. And when it reveals too much, man is undone, leaving behind only the beast.

Yharnam thought it could control the blood, harness it for power, for healing. But blood is a cruel master, and the price was paid in fire and ash. The city burned, the beasts contained—for a time. But darkness does not die; it spreads.

All of Yharnam was sealed away, its gates locked to humanity and all through remnant and stuck deep within the West of Vale. Only two had escaped Yharnam, Gehrman, the First Hunter and a single babe whose blood was of pure Yharnam. They left the burning city to a cottage in vale. And Gehrman trained the boy, as there are still beasts to slay.

Remnant is not a sanctuary. It is a battlefield, a place where the darkness takes many forms. And the blood… the blood ties it all together. For in the end, man’s greatest enemy is not the beast outside but the beast within.”

The Hunter’s Workshop lay silent under the pale glow of a moon that never waned. Shadows stretched long across the cobblestone floor, cast by the flickering fire of a dying lantern. Tools of the trade—saws, blades, and bloodstained cloth—were scattered across the room, remnants of countless hunts. Past the workshop was a small cottage, old and in need of repair, a boy stepped out of it. His eyes trailed along his clothing, the Garb of a hunters. He dusts himself off and tightens his gloves and stepped calmly towards the Workshop, and entered, walking past graveyards, etched with names of hunters lost to the war of beasts.

The Hunter stood at the center of the Workshop, his cloak hanging heavy with the weight of old blood. His hands rested on the hilt of his saw cleaver, the weapon worn but sharp.

A chair creaked as Gehrman leaned forward. The old man’s gaze bore into the boy he had raised. His voice, though soft, carried the weight of years.

“Your time here is over, boy,” Gherman said. “The hunt calls elsewhere.”

“You believe this school will test me? Test the strength I have gained?” He asks. “Yharnam is where I should return to—“

Gehrman shook his head, a weary smile crossing his face. “Yharnam is dead, lad. Its flames died long ago, yet the scourge lives on. The beasts are not bound to that place. They’ve spread, and the hunt must follow. It’s for your own good, killing beasts..”

The Hunter was silent, his head bowed. Gherman’s words hung heavy in the air, and though he wanted to argue, he could not. The Hunter shook his head and left to the front of the workshop, and as if they were waiting, one more figure stood before him, a.. Doll. But she looked, human, familiar.

The Doll stepped forward, her porcelain face expressionless yet kind. Her voice, soft and melodic, broke the silence.

“Good Hunter,” she said, her hands folding over her heart. “You have endured so much. You have given yourself to the hunt, to protect and to destroy. But this… this is a chance to find what was taken from you. Trust in yourself. Trust in others. You are not alone.”

The Hunter lowered himself to one knee, he removed his hat, and extended his hand, she placed her gently on his. Though her touch was cold, it comforted him. He felt a surge of power, his final surge. He rose and bowed, and she did in kind.

“I shall not forget our adage.” He said firmly.

“Farewell, Good Hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world.” The Doll gave her goodbye and the hunter turned and left.

The Hunter stood, his saw cleaver strapped to his back, his bag slung over one shoulder. Outside, a steed awaited—a creature of pale mist and moonlight, its body translucent yet solid enough to bear him.

He did not look back as he mounted the steed. The Workshop grew smaller in the distance, swallowed by the forest’s shadows and the encroaching mist. The moon lingered high above, watching him as he rode toward the unknown.

For the first time in his life, the Hunter felt something unfamiliar—a flicker of uncertainty, a world beyond the blood and the hunt.

And so, the Hunter’s journey began, not with the roar of a beast or the strike of a blade, but with the quiet resolve of a boy stepping out of the past and into the future.

The Hunter, after a long Journey reached beacon though the side forest and approached horseback to the main station, where these oddly flying machines descended with people exiting them. Such inventions were acts of powers beyond his comprehension.

His feet leapt off the ghostly mare as onlookers watched, he checked his saddlebags and saw everything was of collection. A lantern, clothing, his saw cleaver, hunters pistol with an array of silver bullets, even a notebook to log his thoughts, dreams, and progress of the scourge. He ruffled though them, and found something he did not put there. An old claw shaped badge, meant to wrap around the neck. An old hunters badge, The badge was a special privilege for the hunters of the past, and should not be dishonored. It should be left in peace, unless one is truly prepared to assume the will of those gone before. The Hunter removed his mask and hood, letting his slight neck length silver blonde hair aloof in the wind. He placed the badge around his neck, and put his hat back on. He gripped his saddlebags but a voice rang out nearby.

“What are you doing?!”

“Uh, sorry!”

“Sorry?! Do you have any idea of the damage you could have caused? What are you, brain-dead? This is Dust! Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!” The Hunter turned to see a Pale, Regal looking girl in all white, not very happy with another girl in Red and Black.

“Are you even listening to me? Is any of this sinking in? What do you have to say for yourself?!” The Snow White woman said, the girl in red, sneezed, and the dust collided into an explosion, causing soot all over her white dress, and she freaks out.

“This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!” She screamed.,

“I'm really, really sorry!” The girl in red relented.

“Ugh, you complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?” She scoffed, dusting herself off. And leaving in fumes, the girl sat a bit sad. She fidgeted with Crescent Rose, Her mind wandered, and she sighed deeply.

“That went well…” she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, a voice cut through her thoughts,

“That was, uncomfortable” he says. Ruby looked up, surprised by the sound. There, standing with an almost eerie calm, was a tall figure. His dark coat swayed lightly with the breeze, and his wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over his pale face, leaving his eyes as the only visible feature—cold, calculating, yet somehow distant.

“Uh… excuse me?” Ruby asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

The man’s lips barely moved as he spoke again. “She wronged you. But she cannot see it.”

Ruby blinked, not sure whether this person was speaking in riddles or just observing what happened. “You mean Weiss? Yeah… I broke her Dust vial and things kinda blew up after that. My bad…”

“No,” he said, his voice even. “Her reaction was unwarranted.”

“Yeah, well, I guess she’s… kinda like that sometimes…” Ruby muttered, looking down at the broken vial, still processing it all. He offered his hand, and the girl took it and helped her up.

“I’m Ruby, by the way! Ruby Rose, what’s your name?” she said, extending her hand.

He looked at her outstretched hand for a moment, as if unsure of the gesture’s meaning. Eventually, he took it with an almost deliberate coldness, shaking it briefly before releasing it.

“I.. i…I don’t have a name,” he said a bit conflicted, “or.. perhaps it’s forgotten it.”, his gaze drifting towards the nearby trees, as though lost in thought.

Ruby blinked in a bit of shock. “No name? Well… that’s kinda weird, but alright.” She smiled warmly at him. “You can be… (Y/n). You look like a (Y/n).”

He didn’t respond immediately, merely nodding once in acknowledgment, as if Ruby’s suggestion held some form of understanding.

“(Y/n), huh?” Ruby said, giggling a little. “I mean, I think it fits you. Kinda mysterious, cool… a little weird, though.”

(Y/n) looked at her, his face unsure. “Weird, is it?” Ruby shrugged, the smile never leaving her face. “Yeah, but in a good way! You’re definitely not like anyone else I’ve met. But you’re… pretty cool, too.”

“Cool? As in the cold?” He asked, Ruby tilts her head, “You’re.. not from around here, are you?” She smiled, the hunters clothing could tell. “I.. suppose one could make that inference.” He replied, the duo walk to Beacon Academy's giant auditorium, filled with people. Ruby looks over when she hears a voice.

“Ruby! Over here! I saved you a spot!” She yelled, Ruby turned turned to (Y/n).

“Oh! Hey, I-I gotta go! I'll see you after the ceremony!” Ruby ran off, leaving the hunter by himself. He was fine with this, as he’s had long hunts alone. Unfortunately, the worst person decided to speak to him.

“Hey, man! You’re new here, right? I’m Jaune Arc, rookie Hunter! But you can call me Jaune, no need for formalities.” He gave an awkward salute, trying to appear confident.

The Hunter didn’t respond right away, he folded his arms, and slowly turned to Jaune. After a long, heavy pause, he raised an eyebrow. “You… are the one they call a Hunter?” His tone was neutral, but there was an underlying question that made Jaune second-guess himself.

“Uh… yeah? I mean, I’m still learning a lot, but I’m totally up for anything!” Jaune puffed out his chest, trying his best to exude some form of bravado, to impress the oddly imposing (Y/n), who didn’t say anything. The tension could be cut with a knife as jaune awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

Their “conversation” was ended when Professor Ozpin approaches the microphone upon the stage. readying the microphone, with Glynda beside him. He slowly leaned into the Mic.

“I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step.” Ozpin left very, interesting advice, before departing. Letting Glynda take the microphone

“You will gather in the ballroom tonight; tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed.” Glynda gave the order and the teenagers begin to shuffle out of the building.

The hunter sat in the corner, in sleepwear, mostly an open Pajama coat. He writes into his journal, his first of many entries, using a journal to press his thoughts into reality, keeping some, sanity.

“Today, I witnessed innocence in its purest form—students with unblemished dreams and hopes untainted by despair. I envy them. I no longer possess such luxury.

The girl named Ruby… idealistic, bright-eyed, I believe she is too eager for the dangers of the hunt. Her optimism is disarming, though perhaps I needed that. When she offered me a name, I accepted without hesitation. I wonder why? Human connection seems, offputting.

This Weiss Schnee is another matter. She is cold and sharp, her sense of pride is obvious but overwhelming, perhaps we cross paths, or blades in the future.

The blond fool, Jaune, tried to befriend me. His bravery borders on idiocy. Still, there’s something admirable in his persistence.

This place, Beacon, is nothing like the Workshop. No dim lanterns, no stench of blood, no haunts in the night. And yet, I feel as if this shall not last.

Tonight, I wonder if I made the right choice in coming here. Still, I cannot deny the flicker of something unfamiliar in my chest—hope. Strange. I thought I had long since abandoned such notions that this scourge should perish..

But for now, I remain vigilant. The old blood runs through my veins, and the hunt must go on.”

— (Y/n).

Note: Let me know if you want to read more, I have maybe 14 more chapters of this on my Wattpad I can bring here, thanks!

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One MReader x Blake/Weiss and my life, is yours 🙏

Funny enough that’s in my RWBY X Bloodborne story

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I would like to see what you do with rwby. I'm fairly new to this channel(like an hour in), but I've liked what you did with arcane and I'm sorry for everyone bullying you on YOUR FIC as if it was endangering thier lore and cannon

Yeah that’s sort of one of the main reasons I stopped uploading here, just soured my opinion on Tumblr And needed to get away from the App.

But if I could explain it the best way: Imagine the show RWBY, fused with the Lore and History of Bloodborne

Aka the title my universal mind came up with:

RWBYBORNE

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are you still gonna continue any stories in here? could sworn it has been month in here since you last updated your stories in tumblr.

Yeah i did, sorry

Funny enough I was working on writing RWBY, but I doubt anyone wants to read RWBY

…right?

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Heyo, this isn’t probably what you would get as a normal ask, but I’m currently working on a couple of x reader stories, and I was just wondering, how did u find the confidence to post yours, cause like the idea of someone seeing my writing is terrifying, even if I also super wanna share it if people could potentially like it.

Anyways thank you for your time and any insight would be greatly appreciated.

It wasn’t mostly confidence moreso the idea to share my own ideas, thoughts and mindset.

When I first started it was mostly about expressing my ideas and thought patterns into writing to just express my interests, eventually it devolved into more selfish ideas like wanting a lot of views and such—and I lost my way in a sense. But I’m back to doing it not for attention or anything like that. Now I do it for my own enjoyment. So the best advice I can give is don’t put too much pressure on it, if it helps you express your ideas and thoughts, thats what’s important, not what others like.

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Did you delete your legend of korra book from wattpad? I was searching for it on your profile and couldn't find it

No my account was deleted and like the dumbass I am, never saved my content to an external source. So I have to rewrite it all by memory

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Will you upload more of your work to AO3?

I will, probably stories with more consistency like Arcane (And Harley Quinn)

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Can you write more Yelena x male reader? I don't have a specific prompt but I really enjoyed your content. "The fun way" fanfic was my favorite

Sure, gimmie a sec

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“The Fun Way..” Part 2

Yelena Belova X Male Reader

One Year Later

Inside a cost New York apartment, Soft morning light spills through the windows, highlighting a space that feels lived-in—books scattered on the coffee table, a couple of framed photos on the mantle. Mostly stock photos, but one of a Newspaper Clip, the Avengers saving the day once more.

(Y/n) sits at the kitchen table, flipping through a newspaper. His hair is slightly disheveled, and he’s wearing a T-shirt. Across from him, Yelena leans on the counter, sipping coffee from a mug, also wearing a large T Shirt, proudly (Y/n)’s.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like to live somewhere quieter?” Yelena asks, setting her mug down.

“Like where?” (Y/n) replies without looking up. “The suburbs? A farm? Guess we can try the countryside, if you like roosters screaming in your ears.

Yelena snorts. “I’m just saying, this city is loud. Too loud sometimes.”

“Yeah, but it’s home,” he says, finally glancing up. “And besides, you’d get bored. Can’t have assassination attempts or rooftop chases, no shady back alleys to storm through.“

Yelena smirks. “I don’t know. Maybe I’d start gardening. Grow some cucumbers or… whatever people plant in the suburbs.”

“Cucumbers? That’s the dream?” (Y/n) laughs, and raises an eyebrow, grinning.

“Don’t mock me,” she says, trying to sound serious, but the hint of a smile betrays her.

Suddenly, a high-pitched giggle echoes from another room. The sound is soft at first, then grows louder as it gets closer.

“Speaking of loud,” Yelena says with a sigh, setting her mug down.

The two place their items down and head into the other room. A nursery, and inside that beautiful pink nursery was a small child—a girl no older than one—She’s wearing a tiny onesie with a cartoon spider on it, her messy blonde hair sticking up in all directions.

The child stops, sits up, and looks at (Y/n) with a mischievous grin.

“Natasha,” Yelena says in a stern but affectionate tone, crossing her arms. “What are you doing?”

Little Nat babbles something incoherent and holds up a stuffed flaming skull toy, giggling about as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. (Y/n)crouches down, scoops the child into his arms, and spins her around dramatically. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another troublemaker in the family?”

Nat squeals with delight, clutching her stuffed toy tightly.

Yelena rolls her eyes, though her smile softens. “You’re encouraging her.”

“Of course I am,” He says, grinning as he gently tosses Nat into the air and catches her. “She gets it from you anyway.”

“Excuse me?” Yelena says, mock offended.

“Don’t worry, we both still love you.” He says kissing Nat on the forehead before passing her to Yelena.

Yelena smiles as she holds her daughter, the tough, stoic exterior softening in a way that’s rarely seen. She looks down at Nat, her eyes filled with a quiet, protective love.

“Yeah,” she says softly, almost to herself. “I do.” She says, (Y/n) smiles and hugged them both softly. “So, you want your breakfast wrap right?” He walks to the bedroom to get dressed. Yelena follows. “Of course, with—“

“Hot sauce. I know.” He says, he gives her a peck on the cheek before heading out. Unfortunately, he never got that Breakfast wrap.

(Y/n) was tied to a chair in the back of a dingy warehouse in Hells Kitchen, surrounded by six burly men who clearly watched too many gangster movies. The leader, a wiry man with slicked-back hair and a gold chain, paced in front of him, waving a crowbar like it was a magic wand.

“You think we couldn’t tell we had a tail? Everyone knows about SHIELD” the man sneered. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

(Y/n), completely unfazed, he said nothing, keeping his eyes locked on the man as he scanned the area. Before the Leader can swing, his phone rang, inside (Y/n)’s Jacket.

The goon closest to him fished it out, squinting at the screen. “It says… ‘Lena’ with a heart emoji.

“Uh, yeah, you don’t want to answer that.” (Y/n) said.

The leader snatched the phone. “Oh, I think I do. Let’s see how your little girlfriend reacts when she hears you screaming for mercy.” He hit the green button.

“(Y/n),” came Yelena’s voice, calm and direct, “where are you?”

The leader held the phone up to his mouth, adopting a deep, threatening tone. “Listen here, lady—”

Yelena interrupted, her tone sharp enough to cut steel. “You’re in a warehouse on 52nd and Tenth. There are six of you—and my husband is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Yes?”

The room fell silent. The leader froze, glancing nervously at the man with the crowbar, who was indeed looking a little pale.

“How—how did she—” one of the goons stammered.

Yelena’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Put me on speaker.” The leader fumbled with the phone and set it on a crate. “Uh… okay, you’re on speaker.”

“(Y/n),” Yelena said, her tone now casual, almost bored, “do I wash the big gray blanket in hot or cold water?”

(Y/n), still tied to the chair, rolls his eyes. “Cold.”

“Why cold?”

“Warm shrinks the blanket.” (Y/n) explained, Thete was silence from Yelena as Natasha coo’s over the phone.

“Hmm. Good to know.” There was a pause, and then her voice took on a more menacing edge. “Now, to the idiots holding my husband: You have exactly ten seconds to untie him and walk out of there before I show up and demonstrate why that was a very bad decision.”

The goons exchanged panicked looks. One of them started untying him immediately.

“Seven seconds,” Yelena said.

“Hold on, lady, we’re—” the leader stammered, backing toward the door.

“Three seconds.”

(Y/n) stood up, dusting himself off as the ropes fell away. “You guys should listen to her. She’s not big on idle threats.”

Before the countdown could reach zero, the entire gang bolted, leaving the warehouse door swinging open behind them.

(Y/n) picked up his phone. “You didn’t even give them the full ten seconds.”

“They didn’t deserve it,” Yelena replied coolly. “Are you coming home now?”

“Yeah, I’ll swing by the store on the way. I promise to get the breakfast wrap.”

“Try not to get abducted this time, khorosho? (Okay?)”

“Yeah, love you.” He smiled as he stepped out of the Warehouse, and Yelena, hiding a smile nods. “Love you too.”

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Oh, the Misery Part 6: “I’m here for You, Powder.”

Part 6

The Last Drop, the burdened building that has literal skeletons in its closet. A man was tending the empty bar. His simplistic but fun train of thought was cut off by a voice.

“Chuck!”

“Chuck”, gasped and turned around, his eyes quickly tracing the bar to a girl, Jinx. She was sitting at the counter playing with a blue Hextech crystal.

“Thieram. Uh... My name's Thieram.” He said, but Jinx smirked.

“Nice try, Chuck. What's all the hubbub?” She tilts her head, Chuck takes Jinx’s favorite cup out and pours into it, hand shaking.

“Uh. Boss wants us to grab someone up.” Chuck says, his eyes not able to meet Jinx’s who fiddles with her Hextech orb.

“Someone? Anyone? Who are you grabbing?” She asked

“Some girls and a guy. I mean, I mean not... I'm not grabbing the girls. Oh, other than the... those ones... I guess.”

“Focus. Who are they? Why wasn't I invited to the party?”

“Uh, I don't know. They... they got in a fight with Sevika. They did a number on her.”

“Oh really? Which number?” Jinx was an oddball, unhinged and her direct and sokehow indirect questions somehow.

“It's like a saying— but the person who fought her, someone said he had a metal arm.” Chuck said, Jinx’s fun attitude for a moment halts, his eyes dilated for a moment, and she quickly puts the mask back on. Disbelief filling her brain. he starts to explain to her, but Jinx decides to give him a biiiig hug.

“You're doing great, Chuck. Here, for your troubles.” She let him go and leaves with her cup. Chuck felt and heard the ticking and panicked, one of Jinx’s bombs was on his back. He panicked and thought his life was over. Only for it to explode with Pink Paint.

Deep in Zaun, (Y/n) was getting hauled up a cliff side to avoid Silco. Vi was carrying him as he attempted to stay on his feet. Caitlyn had her rifle, taking a more serious approach, staying in front of the two in case something or, someone.. were to intervene.

“Silco's goons aren't far behind. We have to keep moving.” Caitlyn turned around to them, Vi looked around and noticed the Neon sign.

“Is it still here?” Vi asked, “What?” Cait replied but Vi shook her head. “Never mind, just help me to the edge. We gotta get down there.” She said, Vi helps (Y/n) over to the ledge.

“Okay, Can you get down on your—“ Vi asked, (Y/n) didn’t hesitate and leapt. His metal arm jams into the wall and slides down. He leaped to a scaffold but missed the beam and tripped and rolled on the ground, hard. Cait looked a bit worried, Vi shook her head, angry. “Shit!” Vi leapt down after him, and Cait took a more cautious route.

As This happens, Sevika returns to Silco’s office after catching a generational ass kicking. She barged into the office, with the chair’s back facing the door.

“We lost them…” she said, and the figure who turned around wasn’t Silco. It was jinx.

“Lost who?” She said, Sevika stepped up to fight, but triggered a trip wire that filled the room with gas. Quickly losing consciousness, Sevika stumbled around as Jinx put on a gas mask, watching the lights in Sevika go out. She awakens, strapped to a chair. And Jinx sitting on the desk, smiling.

“I feel like you and I got off on the wrong… arm. Maybe we should try the other.” She said, with the simplest of threats.

“No need. It's your sister and brother. They’re back. And he’s looking for you.” Devils spoiled the surprise, that unhinged aura reverberated though Jinx.

“It's not what you think. He’s with some girl enforcer. Guess they replaced you.”

“You're lying!” Jinx was beside herself, deep unfiltered breaths.

“Why bother? With them back in town, it's only a matter of time before you implode and Silco finally gets the message that you're about as good for our cause as you were for your family…” Sevika pours salt into the wound, Jinx looks ready to cry, until she laughs and kicks sevika back.

“Ten outta ten, toots! I think I know just how to deliver that message…” Jinx spins Sevika around and a very uncomfortable smile was on Jinx’s face.

(Y/n) finally opens his eyes. Pain still in his side as he laid on the cold hard ground. His eyes are a haze but two figures are over him. Vi and Cait.

“Do You realize his dumb that was?” Cait says, and looked around. She noticed the lack of light but tents. Caitlyn saw the movement of, bodies somehow. Covered, their bodies malformed and ragged. The after effects of Shimmer.

“What is this place?” Cait was horrified at what this was, Vi walked up next to her.

“It's where the kind of people you topsiders don't want to think about, wind up. It was never this big, though.” She said, Vi turned around and pointed to an old house that stood under the scaffolding of a neon sign, “There.” She walked over and helped (Y/n). Up and walked him into the run down building, lacked any furniture or other equipment. Vi laid him against a wall, and on a crate. Vi knelt down, (Y/n) hasn’t made any joke of self deprecating humor. It’s serious. His breathing was more labored, strained. Cait watched Vi put pressure on the wound but it isn’t doing much.

“I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.” She said, “He’s going to die if we don’t—“

“It doesn't work. It never has. You topsiders always find a way to screw us.” Vi’s response was cold, the only thing they had in common was (Y/n), the glue holding their unstable team together.

“I suppose topside is to blame for all your misfortunes.” Cait says. Vi looked around her old home, and painted on drawings on the wall. Things powder did.

“No…Not all of them.” She replied, a look of guilt washed over her face. Caitlyn reached into her backpack and took out a rag and handed it to her.

“We aren't monsters, you know. We're people, just like you.” She tried to reach an understanding between them, but Vi still isn’t as trusting as (Y/n).

“You don't know anything about me…” Vi scoffed, but she took the rag and pressed it against his wound. (Y/n) opened his eyes, He blinked. He saw Vi but looking at Cait reminded him of, someone The soft, delicate features of a woman, emerged before him, her face illuminated with the gentle glow of memories long past. Her golden hair framed her face like sunlight breaking through clouds, and her familiar smile radiated warmth he hadn’t felt since childhood. The woman smiled at (Y/n) so warmly, Lost in a daze (Y/n) could only mutter one word.

“…Mom?” He whispered in his delusion. Vi was surprised, he almost never ever utters that word. Cait was slightly surprised by it. Vi put his hand on hers and leaned in. “Can you hear me? It’s gonna be okay.” Vi held on tight, Cait took a moment to step out of the building, mainly to check for anyone who knows they’re here. She stepped out for a moment, and a scraggly voice whispered.

“Is he all right?” Cait heard and turned around swiftly, rifle aimed at someone’s face, a man with glasses and the affliction of shimmer. He was a local to the last drop, a pair of cracked glasses.

“Wait, wait, wait! Easy. Easy. That's (Y/n) and Vi, right? I'm a friend. Or at least I was. I mean, I... I owed his old man my life. Probably more than that. I guess.” He explained, Cait slowly lowered her rifle, but kept her head on a swivel.

“He’s bleeding. He needs a doctor.” Sje said sternly. The man sighed

“Not so simple to come by around here. Oh, oh. But, ah, I do know someone else who might be able to help. Come with me.” He motions for her to follow though the decrepit undercity, and Cait follows with little choice left. They reach the end of the alley and to a shop. Barred off they await as a shadowing, massive figure creeps out of the dark, not human.

“Ailment?” The being asked. Its eyes lock onto Caitlyn who didn’t know how to respond at first.

“Uh... Uh... he’s been stabbed.” Cait said, the Shopkeeper snarled and crept into the darkness. Dark colors shine faintly in the light as beakers and bottles sound, shake, and echo.

“She makes potions. Helps people here with...with this.” The man revealed his face to Cait, the disfigured man man’s body was malformed due to the side effects of shimmer.

“Shimmer. Why would you take something that does that to you?”

“I just... wanted to feel what it was like...

To be somebody. To make other people afraid. Instead of—“ he wished to elaborate but the Shopkeeper was done. They crept to the barred window with the vial.

“Trade.” They spoke, Cait considered her options and didn’t have much in terms of value. Caitlyn used the only thing she had, she unloads her rifle and places it down on the counter as her trade. The shopkeeper growled and poured a drop of shimmer in the vial. It glows with a haunting aura and they trade. Cait takes the vial happily.

“Thank you, I really—“ the Shopkeeper slams the window shut, leaving Cait a bit shocked, but regardless.

“Let's go. I think Vi will be happy to see a friendly face.”

“No, no. You go ahead. They knew me when I was still...Anyway, I don't want them to see me like this. Just tell (Y/n).., uh, tell him I'm sorry. About everything, about his father..” the man crept back into the darkness, leaving Cait to consider much. She returned back to the house as (Y/n) was holding on, taking deep breaths. Vi opened his mouth and poured what the shopkeeper concocted. A surge of pain and unease washed over him, manic he sat up but felt Vi’s palms grip his cheekbones. His eyes locked with hers as he tried to catch his breath. “Easy, easy, easy. You’re okay.. look at me, you’re okay.” She reassured him as he regulated himself, he stood up, still a bit dazed.

“We needed you back on your feet. What was the name Sevika gave you? Jinx?”

“Yeah. No idea who though, Vi?” He asked, for a moment he saw a tinge of guilt in her eyes, but Vi shook her head. “No.”

“Then I guess we keep looking?” (Y/n) asked, feeling his body return to normal. They stepped outside and were caught, Vi’s eyes locked with Silco, who stood with a few of his goons.

“Vander's prodigy. I've regretted that we never had the opportunity to speak.” Silco kept his eye on Vi, as he hands a vial of Shimmer to the man who “Helped” Cait, rats.

“What have you done with my sister?” Vi stepped closer.

“I've freed her. Candidly, I thought you were the prize of your bundled family. But Jinx... Oh. She is more than I ever imagined.”

“I'm gonna find her and erase whatever fucked-up delusions you put in her head. But first, I'm gonna bring your bullshit empire down all around you.”

(Y/n) finally stepped out of the house, he and Silco are finally face to face. “The Child of Wonder..” Silco said with such sarcasm. It’s been years since they saw each other. (Y/n)’s older, grizzled, and now has a damaged eye, just like—

“Silco.” (Y/n) could only make out a growl. “I’m going to put you in the dirt.. with all the other maggots and worms!” he stormed over, but Silco stepped back.

“You don't know your limits, boy. It's what got Vander killed. What drove Powder away. And it's why I'm here right now.” Silco hands the shimmer to the people, and they consume. “The only good thing of this mess… your mother never had to see what your father became, a coward.” Silco’s words were the catalyst. (Y/n) aimed his arm in rage, his eyes locked dead on Silco, ready to kill him. For a moment, time slowed down and he had a choice, the shimmer victims were transforming and they wouldn’t survive a fight with them.

“One day.. I’m going to watch the light leave your eyes, but not today..”

(Y/n) aimed downward and fired. The shockwave impact causes a small quake on the earth. The shaking finally pushes the sign and scaffolding past the limit, and it falls, tipping towards Silco and his monsters. The trio use this to escape, rushing away to abound being crushed by the overwhelming force of the rubble. Climbing out of the Hell they created itself, Vi, Cait and (Y/n) try to recover on the cliffside. Vi looked up to the sky and something caught her eye, a blue flare flew into the sky. Vi knew what that meant, and rushed to the origin. “Vi? Vi!” (Y/n) stumbled up and gave chase, and So did Cait.

Rushing and leaping though Zaun and its rural inhabitants and residents made it a bit of a slog though it, but (Y/n) kept on Vi’s tail, trying to see just what has her so perplexed. It wasn’t until she hit a corner and he did a few second after that he saw it. In the middle of a tower, the one firing the Flare, powder. His eyes adjust to what he’s seeing and he slowly approached Vi and Powder. Vi lets go of her sister and Powder finally sees him.

“Powder?” He whispered, and walked over, his legs heavy but though sheer anxiety and will (Y/n) moved to her.

“Are.. are you real?” She asked, reaching out and touching his face. “Yeah, it’s me Munchkin.” He hugged powder and vi tightly. For a moment, it was real. He lets go and sighed, trying to hold back tears

“Powder, I’m so sorry I.. I should have been here, for you. For you two Vi I… it’s okay now, we have to get you—“ he starts, and Cait arrives, and all Hell broke loose. Powder immediately stepped back, Gatling gun in hand.

“Who's she?” She says. Vi and (Y/n) try to play the middle men.

“It's okay. She's a friend.” (Y/n) stepped a bit closer to Jinx.

“Sevika wasn't lying? You're with an enforcer?” Jinx grits her teeth, and Caitlyn leans in a bit.

“Your sister is Jinx?”

“Caitlyn, just listen, we can work this out.” Vi then turns her attention to Caitlyn but (Y/n) was confused, “Wait.. Did you call Her Jinx?” He begins to piece it together now.

“This is a trick! You're playing me!” Jinx was losing what cool she had left, talking to people who aren’t there. “Shut up! I'm in no mood.”

“We didn't say anything.” Cait starts.

“I wasn't talking to you!”

“Powder, it's okay.” (Y/n) stepped closer, and Jinx lifts the Gatling Gun. “Stop calling me that. It's Jinx now. Powder fell down a well.”

“What are you talking about? You’re powder! You’ve always been powder!” He got a bit worried. “Just put down the gun and—“

“Stop talking to me like I'm a child! Was that why you came? For this stupid stone?”

“What stone? Powder! I'm here for you. We’re here Only for you.” (Y/n) grips her wrist as she holds the gun, fear, confusion, pain in her eyes. Before they continue, a sound echoes from metal and the four look around, they weren’t alone. Green hue emerges from one of the tunnels and it was someone riding what looks to be a hovering board. Multiple of them arrive and set theit sights on the four of them.

“Cait? Gun!” He said, she bit her lip a bit. “I.. sold it.”

“You what?” (Y/n) was a bit perplexed. “Medicine, for you!” She replied, that guilt hit (Y/n) and he didn’t have much time to consider it, as they attacked, whoever they are. Jinx immediately railed up her gun and fires, bullets dance and hit along the steel and brick to a psychotic laughter, (Y/n) ducks under one swing by a rider and uses his pulse arm to blast one right off its board. He effortlessly kicks them off the tower and to a lower railing. Vi and Cait do their best but everyone is getting overwhelmed but also trying to abound getting turned into Swiss cheese by Jinx.

A pair fly at him from different directions, he blocks one pipe swing but gets one to the back of the leg, he rolls out of the way of another and stands up, he ends up back to back with powder. One big rider was going for them both. They give each other a look, Jinx laughs and fires at the ground, letting all the debris and dust kick up, the Rider avoids any gunfire but once he comes out of the smoke, he gets a nasty clothesline line. (Y/n) quickly picked up the board and hurled it at another, hitting their board and making it slowly crash into a wall as they roll off into a small pile of scrap metal. (Y/n) was ready to keep going, but someone leapt on his back, trying to choke him. He used his weight and fell back, slamming the person down. out of breath they let go and he quickly goes full Mount. Before he can land a single strike, another rider attempt to choke him with a pipe. While one blasts an unknown smoke in his face, coughing badly, (Y/n) pushes them off but it’s not enough. He falls back, slowly losing consciousness as Jinx’s manic shooting echoed in his thumping eardrums, he sees her face, they lock eyes once more and a look of rage was on her face and she fired at them for what they did. That wasn’t powder, that wasn’t the little girl he knew so long ago, all he saw was a maniac, a loose cannon.

A monster.

Those thoughts lingered, until it all went black.

[ornii]

So people are upset this story exists.

Let me just crush your dreams real quick: I’m not deleting this, I regret deleting my first one because I just gave into the harassment this community pushes.

Side Note: this story was Posted on November of 2023, Two Years ago. Season 2 of Arcane came out in November of 2024, a whole year AFTER I wrote this, which is before Season 2 established Cait and Vi as Lesbian.

You want me to delete a fanfic that came out a year before your favorite ship was even established in the lore? Are you trying to harass past me over something that didn’t exist at the time???

With all Due respect, No. stop it, get help.

I would like to ask an Ask, how about Vi and Caitlyn with an M!Reader who is an extremely powerful wizard, capable of generating tornadoes when channeling magic.... But he is extremely lazy and prefers to teleport instead of walking, and This usually results in them getting scared by him appearing out of nowhere, and in Vi's case, him getting punched (Unintentionally of course)

“An Acquired Taste”

Vi X M! Reader X Cait

The Sun rose solemnly on the island of Forgrove, An island resting miles off of Piltover. Upon that island was a Strong fortress, moreso a castle, inside said castles Royal bedroom, a prince awoke from his rest and tries to keep the sun out of his eyes. Entering his Royal bedroom was a man, seemingly nonexistent, entirely blue, glowing like a pearl.

“Your highness, it is morning. A bath has been drawn for you.” He said, the prince grumbles but kept his attitude to himself, in a flash of blue light he disappears into his Bathroom, reappearing into his Bath. He slowly sunk deeper into the water, letting the aches of the past wash away. His blue servant enters and gives him his speech.

“My Lord, the crops have come in fine this season, the walls are still strong and require little maintenance sire. All seems well…” he says, the young Prince kept silent, until he sat up and stretched.

“Good, as per usual..”

“Although..” The servant says, and he stops.

“Although what?” He asks.

“There was a letter?” He says, “Directed to you, Lord (Y/n).” He says, (Y/n) sighs and stands up, stepping out of the hot soothing water and with a snap of his fingers, Royal towels float over begin to dry his body.

“From Piltover.. specifically their council.”

“Oh, and here I thought it was from someone important..” (Y/n) says a bit saddened. Teleporting back to his room, with a wave of his hand, his closet opens up to seemingly endless space. He begins to search for what to wear. “Toss it away like the others…”

“But sir, this was Signed by.. Lady Kiramman.” He Said, (Y/n) stops searching and halts, hearing it. His clothes begin to attach to his body, dressing him.

“If memory serves, house Kiramman served yours very diligently…” the servant in blue reveals the letter.

“.. What does it say?” (Y/n) asks.

“For your Appearance at the council, it seems urgent, at your earliest convenience.” They say… should I still burn it?” He asks.

“No, prepare the ship… we’re heading back to Piltover..” he says, now fully clothed and dressed. While he prepares for the journey, Piltover was slowly coming to a boil with its civil unrest, the prince may be able to resolve this. More importantly, Caitlyn of the Kiramman family was given an “important” task.

“Watch the Prince?” Caitlyn asks her mother, as she stood across her mother, who sat upon her desk, writing a letter. “This seems the least of our problems.” Caitlyn said complaining to her mother, who calmly puts down her Quill and Pen, she looks up to her daughter.

“Caitlyn, I understand this may not be the order you wish to hear but this must be seen through, the prince will be able to assist us with the control of Hextech, and keeping it from the hands of our enemy. This is an important task I am giving you..” She said, Caitlyn was convinced but reluctantly agreed, leaving her room, caitlyn let out a sigh of frustration outside her mothers room. A voice came from nearby, leaning against the wall, Vi.

“So, had fun?” She Said, Caitlyn was fuming.

“No, I have babysitting duty. For a prince!”

“Another big wig asshat, fun.” Vi says to herself as she follows caitlyn down the hall.

“He isn’t a Bigwig, hes the son of former council members, mother always said such good things about them, but they died during the revolt…so we took their place.” The duo exit the councils building and make their way to the docks, awaiting the arrival of the Prince.

“So, when will we know this guys coming?” Vi asks, before she can respond something comes in the horizon of the water. The head of a large ship moving at high speeds, it was made of a deep auburn wood, seemingly brand new. The head of the ship was a woman adorned in armor. Soldiers of blue March out of the ship, their bodies intangible to reality it seems, and from the under of the ship the Wizard walks out, now dressed in his dinner jacket and brooch combination. He didn’t look particularly amused to see Piltover. He walks off his ship to the docks, Caitlyn and Vi have never seen magic so effortlessly wielded. (Y/n) wasn’t paying much attention to them. He approaches them, and Caitlyn takes the mantle to go first.

“Um.. Welcome your highness to Piltover.. we’re glad to have you.” She says, (Y/n) wasn’t saying much, he thinks.

“It looks worse since I left… are you servants?” He asks, Vi opens her mouth to say something probably insulting but Caitlyn intervenes.

“No, we’re to escort you to the council.”

“Ah, I can get there on my own…” he says. “But my mother wishes for us to personally—“ Caitlyn begins her bargain, but (Y/n) poofs out of existence right in front of them, Caitlyn was actually speechless and Vi smirked.

“Wow, you were so boring you made him stop existing—“

“Shut it! We have to find him!” She looks around to see he’s walking past them. He’s searching for something and eyes the building. He then snaps out of place again, in a flash of light he appears before the council, shocking many. He looks around in the center to the members seeing his profound arrival. His eyes trace to Lady Kiramman. He gives a small bow of courtesy.

“Lady Kiramman.” He says, she quickly adjusts herself and stands up.

“My Lord.” She says, “Council Members, this is Lord (Y/n) of The Island of the Gold Moon. Profound In all of the magical arts, he will be a valuable asset in the management of magic and Hextech.” She explains, “But… where is Caitlyn?” She asks.

“…Who?” (Y/n) replies.

“My Daughter? The girl who was meant to bring you here?” She says, (Y/n) slowly began to piece together it all, the perfectly shaped nose, the beautiful blue ocean eyes, the long gorgeous hair, she’s the spitting image of her mother. Perfect and Beautiful, (Y/n) puts his hand on his face in dismay.

“Dammit.” He murmurs, and as if on queue, a pair of girls burst into the room, Caitlyn and Vi. They see the Wizard and their mother.

“I apologize Lady Kiramman, I didnt know it was your daughter.” He says, and then turns to Caitlyn.

“I apologize for ditching you, I suppose I should have listened to you, now.. well I suppose I’m all ears.” He says, Lady Kiramman was the first to explain.

“We you’ve heard before, our rising issues with Hextech and those who seem to wish to destroy us, Jayce can give you more information.” she sits back down and (Y/n) folds his arms and turns to face this Jayce Talis, he’s heard things about his genius.

“So, what do I need to know?” (Y/n) begins, Jayce fiddles with a pen, upset at having to ask for help from a Wizard.

“Hextech was meant to be a stepping stone towards a future not bound by old ideals and superstition. But with all this power we have, it seems someone is looking to use it to tear down everything we’ve been building. Hextech can power generators, teleportation devices, but also weapons of power we can’t even fathom.” Jayce wasn’t very thrilled with all of this, his greatest achievement used to wipe what he loved off the face of this hunk of rock.

“And you wish for someone actually proficient in magic to fix the situation. Why am I not surprised.” (Y/n) shakes his head.

“But why should I help you? I have no stake in this…” (Y/n) says, the council members murmur slightly to themselves. One stood up, beautiful with amazing dark skin and gold accents to adorn her body. Mel was her name.

“Piltovers finances, even with our current situation, are better then they have in the last decade, we have the means to pay you very handsomely for it—“ Mel begins, but (Y/n) cuts her off.

“Miss, I own a castle, an entire garden of food and a ship worth this entire building. I am not feigned for money…” he admits, Mel keeps her calm look and slowly sits down. (Y/n) then turns to Jayce.

“I have no reason to help you, or really anyone. Piltover was my Home until a certain uprising occurred, and my parents perished for the selfishness of a bunch of council members, who couldn’t look past their own noses for the safety of others.” (Y/n) has scorn in his voice, the small sense of victory was felt as he turned to leave.

“A word of advice, do not mettle with things you cannot control, so this won’t happen again.” He takes one step to leave before a hand grabs his wrist, he turns to see it was Caitlyn, in a desperate plea.

“My mother always talked so honorably about your family, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I know your family. Please, not for us but all of Piltover and the Undercity, they don’t deserve to be caught in a civil war.”

Caitlyn’s plea was passionate, and honest, Vi stepped up to him, “My family’s from the underground too, I didn’t want them caught up in all of this either, Cmon…” she was the last nail in the coffin. (Y/n) sighed, “Fine.” A small Look of relief was on the faces of Vi and Cait.

“I’m going to need a laboratory… and assistants.” (Y/n) says, and grabs the two girls by the wrists.

“Luckily, I already have two.” He said, Vi turns to him.

“We don’t know shit about magic..” Vi said

“You don’t need to, warm bodies work well enough. Plus for my type of Assistance, you’re perfect.. I have an acquired taste in them.”