A bunch of little Ekko stories I've thought about! :3

Shimmer is back. Two years after the war with Noxus ended, a new gangster emerges within the undercity. Daunter is a ruthless chem-baron who has reformed the city's drug empire. He refloods the streets with shimmer and gains the title 'Silco's Heir'. The Firelights are back in commission after two years of lax, taking down exports just like the days when Silco was still alive. When the group arrives at an export and finds it already taken down with the barrels drained of shimmer, it becomes apparent that Daunter and his gang aren't the only ones they need to look out for. They had competition. Or... did they? Ekko finds himself involved in a seemingly endless cat-and-mouse chase with another gang leader, a woman who moves like the wind. He wants to know what her motives are, but he has to catch her first. - Ekko x OC | Slowburn Romance | Enemies to Lovers

Ekko x reader, cuz i want that shit injected in ma veins but not many people write it so im taking matters into my own hands

When your family dies in a shimmer factory accident you lose everything. All you want is getting your revenge, but then you meet him... The Boy Savior. Happening during the 1st and 2nd seasons so be aware of spoilers! Ekko x FemReader fic (There will probably be smut in later chapters)

Zaun has a way of shaping people- molding them out of grit, grime, and the unyielding will to survive. Shark was no exception. Born amidst the smog-choked streets and rusted spires of the undercity, she grew up with the scent of grease and danger in her lungs. A fighter, sharp as the broken glass that littered the ground, she earned her name with a ferocity that could cut through any who dared stand in her way. Once, Shark had stood by Vander's side. She had believed in his dream of peace, of making Zaun something more than just Piltover's shadow. His bar, The Last Drop, had been a refuge where she could momentarily forget the cold weight of survival. Vander treated her like family, and for a time, she believed in him like family, too. But the line between loyalty and ambition is thin in a place like Zaun. When Silco came whispering promises of power, freedom, and a future where Zaun would no longer kneel, Shark listened. She saw in him a fire that Vander lacked; a willingness to burn everything and forge something new. It wasn't an easy choice, but in a city of hard choices, it felt inevitable. Shark tells herself she did what she had to. That Zaun's future is worth the blood on her hands. And maybe even the blood of the Firelights that keep standing in her way. Especially one of them.