Arcane x reader one shots

Not invisible

Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: angst, FLUFF
Plot: Y/n disappeared after a last call to piltover steal. Y/n was never found and poor powder was the last one to see them alive. VI blames Powder for what happened to you because VI has feelings for Y/n. Y/n is soon seen by powder. No one believe her until Y/n saves there asses from enforcers.
A/n: I hope it's okay for me to kinda make Y/n and VI a cute couple in this. It fits better in my mind that way and I'm sure most of you wouldn't mind. Powder is like a younger sister to Y/n In this as well Mylo and Claggor are her best friends! I hope you enjoy this oneshot! Make sure to leave a comment on how you like it and as always love ya all and enjoy!!

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Y/n's POV:
In the past:

Screams. I heard screaming. Why were their screaming?
"Y/N!!!"
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Was that my name? It sounded like...VI...why was she screaming my name.
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I was confused, everything was black and muffled. I couldn't here things like I used too before the accident..
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Why can't I breath...
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I felt the light hands of someone grabbing my figuring.
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What's happening
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Am I dreaming?
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What's going on?
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"Shhhh relax I'm not going to hurt you"
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It sounded like a female
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Why she from piltover?
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Where's Powder?
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Where's Mylo?
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Where's Claggor?
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Where's Vander?
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Where's....VI...
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I want to go home. I want to be with my family. My...my love
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Than everything went silent. Quite. The sound of my breathing had stopped. And I was asleep. All the screaming had fainted. And now it was..quite..
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NOW:
That was 3 years ago. I am now living with a women in piltover. She took me in. Gave me a home. And now I'm living in good conditions.

She never told me what happened that day, afraid it would bring back to many bad things.

Her name was Mel

She had look black hair with beads and braces all through out it, tired you in a lose bun. She wore shiny gold plates to cover her breast and a white skirt to match. Her dark skin was kissed gently by the sun, she was truly a beautiful woman.

I always admired her! She was so pretty how could I not? She treated me like her daughter and I treated her like my mother. Some people found it weird that i was her daughter by didn't at all look like her. I usually flipped them off and called this racist. No one should ever say that. We're all the same even if we have different tones of skin.

She truly loved me, and I loved her. She was my mama and I was her daughter. We were like two peas and a pod and I loved to read her books when I got the chance.