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A/n- Just cleaning up my google docs and found an unfinished outline for an arcane fic I was planning on writing to be a sort Jinx x reader but I couldn't really decide plus never got to writing about the relationship, so I am counting more as and arcane Reader insert. I only got as afar as writing the relationships with characters, but still thought it be fun to share rather than it being left in the drafts forever. Little forewarning that there will be contradictions. It hasn't been refined at all, and I'm just copying and pasting it, so sorry of the lack of quality, but I hope you enjoy! | (• ◡•)|

(its long so I've broken it down into subsections to make it easier to understand)

(reminder that this is directly copied and pasted from the Google Docs!)

Title: Forged in steel: through Grit and Grace Reader character study

First of many, maybe.

Summary- waking up with no memories of their past, not given a moment to breathe from the first moment they become consciously aware. They have no sense of who they are, but they know what they can do.

Genre: at the core this is a romance story(Maybe really idl), now, if it ends up with the pairing coming through is up for debate, but overall it is a story with a complex plot line and a character who isn't just there for romance.

Possible origin + time magic explanation:

Reader comes from Icathia (had to learn league lore rip) , or well one of their parents did. Spilling through a crack in time, their parent is spit out thousands of years after Zilean (a chronomage) removed his tower from time to protect The remaining population of Icathia, but for a second of time Zilean’s spells weakened. A person from Icathia falls into a time that is far ahead of what they remember of Runeterra. A kind soul luckily finds them and while the reader’s parents do not understand what happen, they do understand that they have fallen in love with this kind soul. Eventually, they have a kid together, their life is peaceful and happy. The Icathian parent teaches the reader what they know of Chronomagic, the reader had trouble at first but eventually gets it.

But when the effects of the Noxian war reaches the small town the reader's family is forced to flee when the reader is 2. They flee to the Piltover area and with a moderate amount of money the family finds themselves on the upper level of Zaun, for a while the family finds some amount of stability, and even success after the reader’s Icathian parent begins to tell fortunes for the people of Zaun and Piltover, but this is short-lived as a revolution of Zaunites against oppressive government ignites. While the reader’s Itcathian parent were against their human parent felt for the people so in a lapse of judgment the Icathian parent followed their partner without question to both of their deaths. The reader was only 4. The reader ends up on the streets, and they are able to leave Zaun at some point, this is where the timeline for them is blurry, but eventually, they end up back in Zaun.

Abilities- retrocognition and Precognition

There are multiple timelines, as seen in s2 ep7, this is canon and will not be changed. Ever.

Originally they would only have to glimpse at someone's face to perceive their past, they found it far too troublesome to know everyone's future just by a glimpse of even their hands, eventually, they learned that they could tune in and out of people's past because they are wavelengths. Some people have similar wavelengths. There is always a slight difference between them. They are still working on it. As for the timeline stuff, Originally they can only see the decisions someone made in the past. When they are in prison, there are occasions when they see other timelines, they don't understand what it is but eventually, they do.

In the past, they could see future possibilities for a few minutes to a half hour in the future without any trouble or need to go deep, but when they needed to see more than half an hour they had to go into a sleep-like state and even when they aren't trying to see the future they still are stuck in that state

When they are older, the reader can see any timeline, of both future and past possibilities. This happens after an incident with Hextech.

Goals

Sub Goals-

the reader is trying to survive, or originally. They have no clue of who they are or where they come from, no idea if they should side with Piltover or Zaun but, they know they will not let themselves fall victim to the force around them.

To help Vi with goal of reuniting with her sister

After they meet Jinx, They find themselves intoxicated by the unpredictability of her, but soon they figure out that she and they are not nearly as different as they thought. They begin to search for her wavelength for her past and future, they want her to be happy, but at what cost?

The ultimate goal-

to figure out what they are truly living for. After living by others' rules and being perpetually stuck as a doll in a personified glass prison, they spent most of their day out in the cities, watching the people, trying to understand them. To some extent they are disconnected from their humanity, they have no one, they know no one who they can trust with an adulterated innocent, no one to feel a real human connection with. They want to live beyond the confinements placed upon them, but to do that They must find what they want.

Pre-Arcane main story/Character Study-

Originally a blank slate of a person, nothing more than their abilities. A perfect being could’ve been shaped and molded into anything if enough pressure was applied, but they never were satisfied nor did they feel like they were real no matter how they act.

There is a natural impulsive curiosity that comes with their powers, while their overall sense for survival takes precedence over their curiosity at times. There are still too many times where it's too close of a call even with their power of precognition.

While in prison, the reader learned to be witty, sarcastic, and unruly. They learned to adapt to use what they have, not to do something without getting something back, they learn what it means to be a child of Zaun. As a cover for their weaknesses, using their abilities to present as an all-knowing person, someone who knows everyone’s deepest regrets and secrets. Many didn’t try to temp them, but when someone did, Vi would step in. As much as they are thankful they still can’t help but feel the need to do it for themselves.

When they came to Piltover, they had a streak of violence. The reader on their first day there was spent in the main dungeons of the Council Hall in the suspended sleep-like state, reviewing possibilities. They always had a blindfold on when first meeting the council. So without knowing the past of any council members, it could not aid them in choosing how to proceed when handling them. So they chose the only thing they knew how to do. They were known for bashing their head against enforcer helmets when they were summoned to the meeting room. They refused to say anything relating to the future to any of the council members. Even when the enforcer would apply extra pressure to break them, they still held on strong just trying to survive. Most of the Council members thought that maybe Marcus had been mistaken about the reader seeing the future, but Mel had another plan.

Mel came to the reader’s cell late at night, the council knew that the reader had a good sense of mental sort of premonition, so Mel had come down there to offer them a deal, but what surprised Mel was that the reader was still awake, they reputation with sleep proceeded them, so see someone who was almost always asleep awake at such an hour was jarring. What was even more surprising was how the reader reacted to seeing her. As she spoke, the reader seemed to be at least 3 words ahead of her at all times. She stopped mid-sentence, holding back her tongue as she witnessed the way the reader's eyes have a soft glow to them as her past came to them. They came to after a droplet of water fell on their head. They only stare at Mel, observing her. They ask if the deal is still on the table, Mel stands there slightly dumbfounded. She was quick to regain her composure, this was her confirmation that Marcus was right.

She said the deal had changed and instead of being another personal aid to her/a sponsored student, they would be an advisor to the council. The reader did not take the offer right away, instead saying that Mel would hear from them soon. The reader spent the next 3 days, almost constantly asleep, only waking up when someone brought food to eat and then going back asleep right after. The days were spent viewing possible futures and what types of deals would benefit them the best.

When they woke up on the third day, Marcus came to see them. He was going to do another interrogation of them, but instead, the reader asks to see Mel. Marcus brought them to her without question. The reader offered to be advisors to the council, under the pretense that their face would be hidden from all of the council members but Mel, they would be clothed and fed on the council’s dime, that their actions related to telling them the future would not be questioned, and that it is understood they have no loyalties to Piltover. Mel, knowing that this was an opportunity they could not let slip into the wrong hands, accepted it. Mel easily convinced most of the Council to accept the terms, Hemeirdinger and Shoola being the only ones who were hesitant. The next time the reader sees the council, they are adorned in an opulent cloak with a decorative mask, as they make their first appearance as the ‘Fatemaker.’ The council was unaware that Mel brought in the reader as a personal aid, under a different identity.

The reader had made up a lie to the council that they needed to sleep constantly to be prepared for any possible questions even if they only really needed to sleep for an hour to find what they needed to. Mel agreed to this lie, as another hidden condition was that they were to have as much free time as possible. T

Within the first year, some council members began to use their abilities for personal gain. So they used the another lesson they still had from prison. They are impulsive with their first demand, a singular sweet treat not even a rare one at that, before even considering the request it was met with opposition and threats of being thrown back into Stillwater, but they threaten a council member. While this could’ve ended horribly, it was a calculated risk, it also reminds the council of the need for the reader and their abilities.

They could say anything to the council they would have to trust them, but they have foresight and in every timeline where they lie it always ends worse than if they didn't, but it is also the same if they gave too much detail. They realize that the human mind will take whatever information they have and focus solely on never seeing the bigger picture. They learn their cunning and calculating habits. They are not calculating just for their benefit but for the benefit of the world, if someone ever demands more information the reader knows how to convince them otherwise, even if it has a means of holding something against them or losing some lives. They began to demand more, towers full of sweets and crates of the freshest of fruits, even sometimes rare items.

At some point in the first year, the reader tries to use either growing influence to pull some string to get Vi out of Stillwater but is unable to.

Piltover still looks down on them despite presenting as a kid of Piltover, they think and act like a Child of Zaun, and their often lack of respect for the people of the council is a reminder of their ways.

When they start to venture further out into Piltover, and later Zaun. They began to watch the people and how they go about their lives, tragedy, bliss, and everything else. They slowly start to feel a burning desire to find more than just a way of survival in their life. They want to do more than be an information source, the first time they understood what humanity felt like was when someone offered them a drink and to talk.

They were sitting against a wall in an alley of Zaun holding their injured arm, which was their fault, under their cloak, weaving their way through the possibilities of the next hour. They had been down there to test how well they could predict things. A group of people approached them, yelling some amount of comments at them, maybe with a sexual undertone. They of course knew this was coming or knew of its possibility. So they get up, and already have their next moves in mind, but when a boy of a similar age to them has already handled them. They are put off by this, but they wouldn't pass up on a free drink. The guy is Ekko! They get their first normal conversation, no question beyond about themselves (which they don't know much but who cares).

This doesn’t change them, not in a way that they are aware of at least. They find Ekko’s actions to be the humanity they long for, but they also understand that people of the undercity exchange things and they think Ekko is no different. So they repay Ekko by providing them with crates of fresh fruit given to them by the council members as a way of repayment. But what does change is how they view the past, instead of seeing past actions as something that something that could’ve been, they become something that can be. They begin to explore other timelines and how they differ from the current timeline, they explore the inventions and scientific studies that could’ve been explored, and they study the sciences to try to grasp the basics to better understand the concept they are dealing with. (at this point it is before they are exposed to the arcane so, they really can only see the theoretical Ideas that people had rather than actual timelines where the inventions work out.)

They begin to ask for books from the council while still asking for fruits.

Mel sees their interest in books, more especially science books. Mel decides to ‘sponsor’ at the academy and assigns them to ‘help’ speed up the stabilization of Hextech and building the hex gates, or that’s how they understand it, but with a lack of necessary understanding of hextech or a deeper understanding of engineering, they are lost most of the time. In turn, Heimerdinger, the only council member who hadn’t used their abilities for personal reasons, also sees this and offers to teach them when they feel like it, and the reader accepts it. Heimerdinger was a good mentor to them, he saw the way their brain ticked as the gear moved faster than many could even blink. There is an untapped potential for them, and sometimes he wonders what it would’ve been if they had their memories, or even just had a more fair chance at life.

There was eventually an accident with Hexetech, another failed attempt at stabilizing the Hexcores that was the reader’s fault. They have no physical injuries from the explosion, but when the reader is found, all they see is them with singed clothes, kneeling on the ground, as they dig their nails deeply in their arm, they look toward the door as it opens. Their eyes were glazed over with an iridescent flux, constantly evolving through a lilac purple, a sky blue, an ethereal sliver, and warm gold before starting the cycle again. Their tears slowly begin, slowly take on the very same pigments as their eyes. The reader looks up toward the ceiling, and watches as glowing lines swirl around them, each fiber, a different person's life; all weaving into a cosmic thread, which is only a singular part of the larger infinite fabric of the universe. They hear everything, all the voices present, future, and past, all at once it becomes a larger voice yelling incomprehensible words at them as they just sit still. Tears are no longer droplets but a river as they are still transfixed on the open roof above them.

They can not even hear the desperate calls of Mel, as they feel themselves consumed, wholeheartedly in the voices. Mel tackles them before they are completely gone, it is only then that their eyes are finally clear once again, the tears drying as staining their cheeks. Lifting their head all they see is Mel desperately clinging to them, as if they were going to disappear from her grasp. Their lips part with a dark pop, their mind commands the sound of their voice but a thick guttural cough is all that seems to come out. Their blood spills from their lips, soaking in Mel's pristine white dress, and onto their hands that still rest in their lap. Their eyes flicker around the room anywhere but a human face, no that was the last thing they needed. Soon they fell unconscious, eyes rolling back in their head.

The reader is out on bed rest for a month, and Mel forbade the reader from returning to the lab after that. They tried to push past the Enforcers into the lab for months but they refused to let them in, they didn't understand, they had forgotten the entire incident, perhaps a trauma response to it. Eventually, they stop, as they see that it is easier for them to return to Zaun. The return to being a glistening misshapen stone in Piltover, still overlooked and discarded by the high society, they become aware somewhat of the evaluation of their magic when then absentmindedly look into the future and rather than see just future possibilities for a few minutes, they see an entire mouth of possibilities, while awake. They are only pulled out of the trance when their calf begins to burn. Snapping back to reality they make the connection of no longer helping with hextech to lessened limitations of their POwers. Their perception was still very narrow in what they considered possible at the time, but it helped them come up with plans of how to execute the Innovations that were only theoretical beforehand.

This is how it goes for 2 more years until, a month before progress day, when they are once again in Zaun, having found themselves in a game with the infamous Silcos subordinates in a tense gambling game that the reader was dominating all of them in much to their frustrations. It wasn't until a blue-haired girl walked and Caught their attention.

When meeting Jinx, who on the surface was just a chaos junkie, self-serving to her whims and the maybe whims of her boss. Although they are very perceptive, at times they will forget to see the bigger picture. Jinx is one of the few people who have trouble seeing the past but also has trouble seeing possibilities for her future. This intrigues the reader, well originally they would only notice her when she first walked into a room they started talking to Jinx that's where they started to understand. Similar to the first season Jinx is a loose cannon with heavy attachment issues. The reader and she typically have a passing conversation that is mostly about people and what jinx or reader think of them.

When Jinx and they have their first fight, the reader sees many possibilities, they typically have the deduction skills to choose which one is the most likely possibility, but Jinx and her ever-growing unnerving unpredictability just so happens to choose to make what they see as an unlikely scenario into reality. This baffles the reader, they had spent the majority of their memorable life ignoring possibilities they thought were unlikely when all possibilities are equal. That throws them into a frenzy, their already disorganized room becomes a perfect reflection of their mind, and they try to see all timelines, all possibilities, past, future, and present. They begin to be barely sleepy even while in these states, so their body’s well-being deteriorates, as the side effects of using their abilities while awake begin to set in.

They push through the pain, constantly writing and creating plans trying to plan for the Future of Zaun.

Dynamic-

(more to be added as the story goes on)

Vi- Originally a bond that is forged from the guilt of an older sibling and a need for survival. Vi’s aggression toward the reader was already a rocky start to a relationship but the reader recognizes that Vi’s life has been anything flowers in Stillwater even without Retrocognition. Still, with the guidance of the possibilities of the future, they find that Vi would be a formidable ally for them, and they had already made enemies out of the enforcers. They give her the truth, the fact that they have no idea what shimmer is, and who or where they are even beyond that the place is called Stillwater. Vi on the other hand had already clocked that the reader was roughly the same age as Powder/Jinx, as well as a similar age to her when she first came here, so even when first approaching them her anger is not the as it would be for other, but it only wavier when the reader is startled out of their trances, images of powder play across her mind. she for the first time hears out someone. When she hears of the lapse of memories, no knowledge of shimmer, she sees it as innocence and vulnerability, which to some capacity it is. She is reminded of Powder, the innocence of the world, the lack of understanding, and while not in the same outwardly chaotic way, the knowledge that runs deep, some amount of creative fire that burns behind their eyes, but the way they that act on even the most dangerous of impulses is too much. Vi’s internal guilt is initially a big factor in why she takes the reader into her care.

Vi takes on an older sibling role once again. Vi teaches the reader the lessons she had learned from Vander, living in Zaun, and even her time here, the reader learns some crude ways of fighting, almost all defensive stances. This was all things that she did for her siblings. She teaches the reader, unintentionally, the sarcasm they later weaponize, figuratively. She is Unable to curb the impulsive habit, maybe making it worse with her hot-head tendencies. Vi takes on a lot of the fights that the reader would've been in much to the reader’s dismay. Vi takes on a lot of the physical beatings for the reader because in some way it helps ease the guilt, but ultimately it shows the care Vi has grown for the reader.

The reader doesn’t take well the younger sibling role. While Vi was the one to approach the reader, The reader had ulterior motives that had no benefit for Vi and even hinged on Vi’s emotional distress. The reader thinks that Vi only sees them as a placeholder for Powder. They originally thought that the relationship between them and Vi was just a purely give-and-take sort of situation. Vi got someone who knows every prisoner's secrets, and the reader has someone who would teach them to fight, but they fell into a pattern with Vi. Vi fights someone, they get hurt, Enforcers intervene, and the reader uses retrocognition to figure out the secret of the enforcer that would handle Vi and proceed to use that against the enforcer. Same for any prisoner who threatened Vi. When Vi took a beating the reader would’ve gotten, The reader feels an immediate guilt but also feels a gut-wrenching worry for the first time. It overwhelmed them, but the relief when they saw Vi the next was almost debilitating for them. They still don't trust that Vi cares for them as anything more than a sibling placeholder so they often try to take on more of the load that Vi carries for them, maybe even feeling guilt for using VI’s emotions like they did.

After the reader was taken to the Council, Vi feels as if She lost another sibling and becomes more violent to the Enforcer there afterward. While the reader is trying to find a way to get her out there, they can’t get someone out of prison who was never in the system, and they have tried going to Stillwater both as a council advisor and a personal aid to a council member both of which were denied access. So instead they try to further help Vi’s goal of finding her sister by going into Zaun and trying to find this Silco Character.

Mel- A relationship’s foundations crafted from a selfish agenda and personal gain, Mel and the reader have a mutually beneficial relationship. Mel approached the reader, thinking that they were naive but skillful. She didn’t fully believe the Reader had the ability to see the future and past, it was only one incident that Marus really had any proof for, but she had keen eye to notice how they carry themselves, everything had a purpose to them. Even their aggression towards the enforcers, that other council member saw as barbaric, was really a calculated risk that they had enough understanding to take. Mel knew that she could harness that potential and turn them into something that could benefit both of them. The reader had not fully calculated their aggression like mel thought. While they had originally had done it further their Zaunite image to the council, even if they didn’t know if they were one, they eventually went to far in one case, landing them in yet another freezing cell. To them, it seemed like the only thing that could possible to stop what seemed to be their impending future of being a tool among the glistening mis-shapened gems of Piltover. They spent 3 days, forcing themselves to remain asleep, sorting and looking at even the farest fetched of possibilities, yet the all seem to lead to worst outcomes. So when a picture of Mel approaching them with a deal, they decided they had to play Piltover's game. The reader and Mel makes a deal. Not Mel’s original offer but one that the reader offered and left mel no choice but to except.

Mel is a clever person, she presents as a non-threat, yet is a huge power house among the council. She has a deep understanding of politics, and how everyone, anyone, can be influenced with some persuasion. She uses her empathic nature to tactfully guide and push a person towards her preferred outcome. When the reader is all but shoved into her view, she recognizes the raw potential the reader has. She sees the calculation behind even their most chaotic and violent actions, but what throws her off is the lack of sense of purpose they exude. She wanted to wield their potential and shape them into their greatest form, regardless of their potential Zaunite heritage. She talked it over with Amara, and in the end there was no possibility of them going back to still water, even if the other councilor demanded it. She was going to use them, to mold them. She was astonished when she went to the cellar to Negation with The reader only to find that they could mimic every word she breathed, with each pause and hesitation exactly the same. It’s jarring to say the least. She got over the initial off putting nature quickly. She was still unsure if the reader really had a foresight ability but that was quickly resolved when the stark iridescent glint in their eye was all but human. She was quick to change her tone and attitude to the reader. She is a diplomat at her very heart. She isn’t someone who tries to nake everyone like her, rather she make sure no one is her absolute enemy. Switching from treating the reader like a loss pet/child to an Equal was natural reaction for her, sticking true to Noxian roots, the reader had proven their strength now it was a battle of who was stronger.

Mel lost her upper hand with the deal, but she had achieved her original goal of getting the reader by her side but she didn't have as much control of them as she originally anticipated, bu the was able to gain the favor of the reader, if only slightly. The reader lives within/near Mel’s accommodation, Sort of. The readers ‘partnership’ with mel is unbeknownst to the rest of council, as they don’t even know the readers face. Mel and the reader are forced to remain to close due to the another clause in the agreement with mel specifically. Due to the Proximity as well as the constant changing pattern of the reader, she keeps closer tabs on what the reader does with their time. She noticed when the reader was being exploited and when the reader began to take advantage of it. She notices when the reader began to explore Piltover from the roof tops and even bring back things that are illegal in Piltover from their extended Zaun stays. She turns a blind eye like she would for other any other Council member, even if they aren’t one. The reader and mel spent extended periods with each other, at first not talking but eventually the began to converse, even if it was only about mandaue things. She noticed a large amount of the pocket money given to them went towards sweets (when they ran out of illegal fruit imports that is) from the wrappers that trialed behind them. She notice the sort of child like wonder when They watch the machines with each inventor competition. Her view of the reader soften, she realizes that under everything the reader was a 15-16 year old at their core. She didn't understand all of their habits though, watching people with indifference and the concerning horriding habit of food given to them by the council members. But She pays closer attention to reader after she notices notebook and textbooks pilling up in their already crowded room, and the diminishing amount of fruits even if they are still collecting imports from the councils. She sees that there was a change in them, their eyes no longer looks at people wondering the street of Piltover with great indifference but with sense of longing, they do not wear their emotions but she just knows it. She understands it.

The reader already had a false enrollment made for them at the academy as artist sponsored by Mel to better hide them among the masses. when Heimerdinger Approaches Mel after seeing The reader poking around in the labs, she was hesitant. She had seen the growing number of science books among the stalks that stared to spill from the readers bedroom, but The reader had been a secret among the upper class of Piltover, so She wanted to keep the reader out of majority of the public eye in both concern of losing their ability as well as what would happen if a place like Noxus found out about them, and what mean the would go to cultivate the reader. She also understood the opportunity of speeding up the production of Hextech, was far too great to pass up. So just this once with the promise of private studies with Heimerdinger she took the chance, and after only a month of lessons Heimerdinger gave to go ahead to assign them to the Jayce and Viktor as an ‘assistant’. The first few month were harmonious, Jayce and Viktor were quick to catch on the readers Foresight, but what no had taken into account was the what the readers goals really were.

The reader, from the very first meeting with now had always had a deep set distrust of her. In the very beginning when the distrust was sort of mutual, they had attempted to hide their exploitation of the other council member, and their exploration in Piltover and Zaun, but eventually they caught on to the fact that Mel was keeping tabs on them when their room always seemed slightly off from the last time that they were in it, whether it was the candy, wrappers, disappearing, or books and crates of fruit being moved over just inch. They noticed and it just instilled that distrust in them deeper. They clung to the lessons that I taught them as they tried to fulfill their goal of getting her out of prison and reuniting her sister to repay the debts that they feel they owed Vi. And in contrast to this, they always made sure that the counselors were indebted to them, and they were never indebted to the council. But even they eventually sub come to the wonders of the scientific advancements Piltover had to offer. They noticed after their very first progress day that Mel’s view of them had soften, weren't entirely sure what but they didn't mind that Mel seem to approach them with less caution it allowed them to make more rash movement with her guard seemingly lowered.

They began to use an abuse their limited foresight when they were awake more often, but after their encounter with Ekko. they are sent into a frenzy of consuming scientific knowledge from the past as they spent days asleep wandering backwards instead of forwards like they had spent the past year at that point doing. of course, Mel noticed and even fed into it. What they had failed to realize is, they began to wear their emotions more openly or at least enough for Mel to notice, so they will not fully aware of the extent of Mel’s affection towards them. But after Heimerdinger found them hunched over with their eyes, haunting iridescent glimmer radiating from their eyes as they were on on the brink of collapsing they slowed down their process,, Mel approached them telling them that they would begin to attend private lessons with Heimerdinger about scientific studies, they still held the same distrust, but their independence studies had not been fulfilling the needed understanding of perfecting the alternatives medicine they had written about and the seemingly failed inventions they were trying to improve. So they accepted with an air of caution using their foresight ability. They were able to speed through majority of the basics and even some of the more complicated things.

When they were put onto the hex tech project, it dawned on them that Mel held a great amount of trust in them. But also being amazed by the acceleration and advancements that hex tech promised they once again returned to their habit of sneaking around taking samples of the hex cores to a seemingly empty lab experimenting on them and trying to see if the hex core could teach them anything about their own abilities and how it might benefit medicine.

In an act of desperation after un yielding results, they channeled all of the arcane abilities they could muster from their already limited understanding into and unstable hex core, causing a chain reaction which lead to an astronomical explosion, destroying the lab around them. Mel had known about their side projects, so after witnessing that explosion from the labs, she rushed over and found herself confronted by the reader seemingly unraveling in front of her. All she could do was wrap herself around the reader holding them as they hyperventilated and screamed and agony as their worldview widened. From this point onwards, the reader was no longer allowed near the labs. Their private studies with Heimerdinger were changed to political and history topics, and even a few normal classes where they were forced to interact with the student body Mel even threw in combative training with enforcers much to the readers despair to try and tame their ever growing sense of recklessness. The reader only responded with more secretive, actions, and spending more and more time away from their accommodations. The relationship between the reader and Mel grew into a one-sided concern and familiar bond.

Ekko- A championship rooted and blooming in a desolate wasteland. The reader’s trust in any person had ran dry, after a year in prison and almost a full year under the gaze of Piltover’s high society, they had almost become fully reliant on their Foresight often discarding their retrosight as unless,

Jinx/Powder

Some experiments in writing

Also unfinished

When the reader first wakes up needs to be revised.

Surrounded by broken vials of neon pink liquid, as drops slowly drip down your face, you find yourself surrounded by enforcers who have confused for a shimmer distributor of Silco’s. They decided to arrest you, a child no older than 15. you had no idea who or what you were, but you knew that you could do more. You evade the enforcer with a chilling precision of attacks and defenses. You knew every move they would make before they could even raise their weapons. You reacted to them before they could lay a hand on you, but it came toppling down when you saw the wrong attack. You used the wrong counter action which made yourself open to the attack. From there you stopped attacking and let them apprehend you.

Once they got you in the cuff, you saw the faces of your attackers. Your head began to buzz, you knew every one of their names, as well as their core memories. You let your head fall to avoid any more memories, instead y, ou begin to focus on the possibility just a couple of seconds in the future, They pull you off the ground, and one of the enforcers grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to feet as you head is pulled back. You seeth a string of curses out in pain at them which only cause another enforcer to hit you on the side of your head with the end of their gun. You bite the inner part of your bottom lip, swallowing the grunt of pain stuck in the back of your throat as they push you along and you stumble over your own feet. You try to regain your footing but they only continue to push you along as two of them take you down the street of the dark unfamiliar area.

As you walked, they continuously threw taunts at you that fell deaf on your ears as you tried to find the next possible move for you to make. Trip them, you will fall with them. Try to struggle out of their grip, they will restrain you more. Every possibly ends up with you being hurt more or worse knocked out. You finally looked up from the ground as the sting of seawater hit your nose. Straighten your back you can’t help but feel a strange mix of dread and intrigue slowly build as the wave methodically crashes against the boat, pushing it against the dock. You had almost forgotten that you were not here to sightsee, but a strong push from the enforcer crudely reminds you of that. You weren’t able to catch yourself as you hit the hard metal floor of the ship. The impact with the ground is an unforgiving wake-up call as you feel the electric pain radiating throughout your body. You lay there for a moment as everything begins to numb, you are slowly able to shift back onto your knees, still hunching over them. As your breath begins to stabilize, Your head is once again forced back to look up at an Enforcer.

“Welcome to Stillwater, people like you will fit in just fine here” They sneer at you with crooked smiles, inky black dots slowly begin to fill your peripheral view and a deafening ring echoes through your ear, “You’re going to be here for a long time.” It is the last thing you hear as the ringing becomes a blaring alarm and you no longer see anything be a soul-draining black.

Vi and reader in prison-

The reader’s head only throbs as they wake from another night of being among the endless timelines in what one could only say is a confounding space of empty mosaics. They slowly sit upright as they place their bare feet on the rigid stone ground of Stillwater prison. As the reader starts to move their stiff muscle, the repetitive punching on the wall from the cell beside them begins to outweigh the throb of their head only to be replaced by the stings of their muscle from their use.

“How long this time?” The reader croaks out as they use the wall to lean on as they slowly get on their feet, the punching stops when their shallow voice echos off of the stone wall into the next cell over.

“You missed 3 meals.” The prisoner dryly laughs, before striking the wall again. The reader feels their bones crack and snap as they move around their tiny cell.

“Really? Is that my new record, Vi?” The reader mildly taunts with a tight jaw as they adjust themselves against the metal bars of the door. Using the bar they stretch out their limbs as best as they can, as the russells of the thin sheets and the sound of a body hitting the hard mattress of the prison.

“They thought you were dead,” Vi huffs as if exacerbated by their antics. The reader couldn’t see Vi’s face but they knew she was probably assumed by the enforcers' frustration with their deep periods of sleep. “They almost call for a medic.”

“Isn’t that just a typical…” The reader's voice halts. 3, no, 4 Enforcers in the tiny elevator well past the common levels of most prisoners. A warning glimpse of Enforcer coming down the elevator to their floor flashes across their mind. Their body jolts away from the door, their eyes focus back to the barian stone wall in front of them. They remain silent as they bite onto their overgrown thumbnail while mentally following the red strings tied to the possibilities of how it might go when the enforcers get here.

“ Physic,” Vi’s voice snaps them back to the present time, “another one of those feelings?” They stop biting their nail.

“Yeah,” They softly respond as their mind slowly churn through the possibilities while processing Vi’s words. It takes them a moment too long. “Physic?” they repeat, curiosity intertwined with their voice, as they look at their hands, soft and warm, yet worn down with faint outlines and scars. “Is that your name for me now?” They begin to pick at what looks like the newest scar.

“Well if you told me your actual name” Vi's voice slowly trails off. Their mouths fall agape as if to answer her but it shuts as quickly as it fall. The silence between Vi and them grows thick. Their heart begins to pick up pace, and buzzing behind their eyes makes, them continue to scratch and dig their nail deep into the palm of their hand. “I didn’t mean to” The elevator stops 10 levels above them as the enforcers get out. The reader watches as a drop of blood hits the floor, an old wound once again open.

”So you are in a talkative mood today?” They interjected Vi. “Then tell me why we’re on the lower floors?” Walking away from the cell door they grab their blanket off the floor and press it into their open cut. Another moment of silence, nowhere near the intensity from before.

“I beat up some enforcer,” Vi holds no remorse, they knew she never would, in Vi’s mind she had the right to, and maybe she did. Their eyes drift away from the spots of blood seeping through the sheets towards the cell door.

“Did they try to harm you again?” The creak of the rusty metal from her bed was all they got back, “Did they try to beat me up again?” The sudden thud of her boot on the ground, as she stood up, was the confirmation, “You that you didn’t have to do that.” their voice failed to hide the guilt that weighed heavy on their heart as the glimpse of the what would’ve been playing in their mind.

“You were asleep, you couldn’t have done anything.” Vi loses the sharp edge that always laces itself into her voice, as she defends her action to them “You…”

“I remind you of her, don’t I?” They lean their head against the wall, still fixated on the light from outside of the cell. The enforcers once again enter the elevator and begin their descent once again. Not a sound comes from Vi, they drop the blood-stained sheet from their hand as it still freely bleeds as they get closer to the door once again. “Your sister.” A bang echoes through the empty cells, and specs of stone fall from the ceiling. They place their forehead against the numbingly cold metal bars, lacing their fingers around the wrist of the injured hand. “Sorry to open an old wound.” Their thumb the other hand smears the blood from the palm down their arm as another droplet forms.

“You are a similar age to her.” Vi’s voice evolves into a reminiscent echo of her past. “You sometimes act like her, too.”

The reader had never looked at her face, “I… I am sure she waiting for you.” They let go of their wrist, extending their arms outside of their cell.

“You always seem sure,” Vi’s edge returns flawlessly intertwining itself once again, “even if you don’t know what you are talking about” The sound of her footsteps grows louder as she approaches her cell door, hanging her arms similarly outside of the cell. “Do you think we will see anyone today who wants to talk?” she sarcastically spits out. The enforcers are 5 floors above them.

“We can only guess,” They let out a stifled laugh, as their hands clutched around each other until their knuckles turned white.“But if they do come” 3 levels. “don’t fight it.” They pull their arms back into the cell.

“You’re talking like-” The sudden sound of the elevator stopping at your floor makes Vi’s words fall short.

The squeaks of clean leather boots and metal clinking together were a stark contrast to the sound of cotton and worn leather that they had grown accustomed to. The enforcer walked down the hall, they could only assume Vi had straightened up to prepare herself for the ‘talk’ she would have with them, But they walked right past her and stopped in front of their cell unlocking it.

“Follow us.” One of them demanded. The reader the one in front of her was the commander how the other enforcer stood behind him and stood tall as if to command respect for him.

“Of course,” they step out of the cell and offer up their wrist, palms up, head down, without any resistance, “Commander Marus” they felt as he flinches at the mention of his name. He doesn’t say another word as he gestures for another Officer to cuff them. The cuff in case their wrists are tight enough to limit all ranges of movement.

Vi watched in chilling horror as they cuffed the reader, and they accepted it. She goes to try and break out of her cell, or maybe shout at them as the enforcers walk away with them, but she stops. The reader lifts their head as they pass by giving her a warning look. It wasn’t until the elevator doors were closing that they heard the rattling of the VI’s cell door followed by inaudible words as the door closed and started to ascend.

The reader resigns from the council (After the events of season 1!): “Did you know it is a common idea that Owls are the only birds who see blue?” The

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