3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Chechnya, Russia
Christmas Eve, 2013
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A 19 year-old Y/N sat in his foxhole, all wrapped up in a thick coat, shivering slightly from the cold. His AK74M sitting on his right, his backpack on his left.
He took out a small biscuit from beneath his coat, tearing it's wrapper and taking small bites out of it.
There was no fire near him. Only other foxholes in the area of some of his comrades. No one talked. No one smoked. They either just stared blankly into the night sky, or ate quietly like mice.
It had been snowing harshly for the past few weeks, with tonight being their first time seeing the winter night sky in a long, long time.
Unfortunately, Y/N's unit was placed on sentry duty near the edge of the forest surrounding their encampment.
The unit stationed there before them had reported movement off in the distance, so they were placed on high alert.
Whether the movement was human or not, they didn't know.
Y/N ate his biscuit in small bites as he stared into the distance, towards the snowy plains and the chechen mountains.
He looked up at the night sky, the stars shone ever brightly.
His parents and his siblings must've been together by now, to celebrate the holidays that is.
He wondered how his mother was doing. He wasn't a religious man, but he could only pray for her health. Same with his father. He was always so stubborn, so reluctant to go the doctors when he was sick.
He thought about his siblings. He hoped they were doing better than he was. He thought about his niece and his nephew. Adorable little things.
He thought about his friends. He hadn't talked to them in a while. Ever since he left the country and enlisted, he never had the chance to call. He hoped they were happy.
The starry night sky was beautiful, contrary to his sleep deprived self.
Everything was silent.
All was calm.
And all was bright.
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3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Piltover and Zaun, USA
Christmas Eve, 2013
Caitlyn sat next to her mother's hospital bed, holding her mother's hand as she held her head down. The faint beeping of the heart monitor could be heard across the room.
It had been some months since Jinx' attack on the council. A few of the council members had died. Caitlyn's mother, Cassandra, had luckily survived, but was left in a comatose state. Heimerdinger and Jayce Talis had survived as well. Unfortunately, Mel Medarda was in a similar condition to Cassandra.
Caitlyn felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to look, she saw her father with a somber expression.
She turned to her mother, a tear falling from her eye.
Outside the hospital window, snow had begun to fall. A rare occurrence in Piltover's generally sunny climate.
This year's Christmas wasn't turning out for the best for the Kiramman family.
Round yon' mother and child.
Vi was sitting down on the ledge of a familiar rooftop, staring at the lights of Piltover in thought.
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Arcane: Zaun Police Stories (Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N moves into Zaun, the undercity of Piltover. One of the worst cities to live in america, with sky-high rates of violence and more people living below the poverty line than anywhere else. His plans of living unnoticed as a taxi driver in Zau...
