Anger will fuel him. Ambition will drive him. The past will be his undoing. Mere moments after Vi and Powder were found by Vander, a young boy emerged from the smoke. The last of an experiment dedicated to creating the strongest and most skilled Enforcers, the boy had been left homeless by the war. That boy was known as (Y/N). Raised alongside Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor, (Y/N)'s enhancements were an asset to the group and their many operations. But one incident left every member of their family dead or in tatters. (Y/N) should have died that day. But fate sometimes has something else in store. A man found him that day, a man more powerful than he could possibly imagine - and he remade him into the assassin and killing machine known as Deathstroke. Deathstroke returns to Zaun, finding employment wherever possible, but never forgetting the day he should have died. When one target evades his capture, he realizes he's set to be replaced. And the past suddenly comes back to bite him.

A parallel universe that would have been identical to the original, thanks to Owen. A seemingly decerped boy, who is better off being put out of his misery, has the power to change the fates of Vaun and Piltover. Equipped with a mind of indifference to the well being of others, and a heart longing for a warmth it cannot generate on its own. Which path will Owen follow?

(I DO NOT OWN ARCANE OR ANY CHARACTER, SONG, VIDEO, ART, ETC. THAT MIGHT BE USED IN THE STORY. THEY ALL BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. NOT MYSELF AT ALL. NETFLIX & LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ONLY.) Jinx X Male

What if the legend of John Wick was forged not in our world but in the shadows of Runeterra? Born into the harsh realities of a world divided between the gleaming spires of Piltover and the ruthless depths of Zaun, John Wick is a name that quickly becomes synonymous with fear, respect, and vengeance. At just 20 years old, long before the chaos of Vi and Powder begins, John arrives on the docks of the Undercity. A mysterious young man with a past cloaked in blood and silence, he quickly carves a path through the underworld. The Lanes, a place where survival is a daily struggle, becomes his new battleground as he learns to navigate the delicate, treacherous balance of power in Zaun. But in a city where ambition runs rampant and alliances are as fragile as glass, John's lethal skills attract both friends and enemies. Vander sees in him a protector for the vulnerable. Silco sees a weapon to shape his vision of Zaun. As John's reputation grows, so does the question: Is he a savior, a pawn, or something far more dangerous?

Cursed from birth with a power that could shatter armies, you were never meant to be ordinary. The legacy of your heritage was a silent plague, an inheritance of chaos that clung to your soul long before you understood its weight. ____ The Cannery burned, and he woke up in the ashes. There was no grieving, no longing because there was nothing to remember. Who he was died that night, and he never even knew it. For seven years, his past was a void, swallowed whole by the streets that raised him. Mono was all he had ever been. 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕆. A name given to fill the silence. A ghost bound to the undercity's war, watching, hunting, vanishing. He never thought to question it. Until the echoes began. He had a life before this one. A brother. A family. A name. Y/N. But the past isn't the only thing clawing at him. He is the last remaining descendant in Runeterra of something ancient, something patient. A will that does not command, only whispers. A mind that has seen the rise and fall of empires, waiting for the right vessel to shape the world once more. The Shadow Mind has always been watching. Always waiting. And now, as Mono's past resurfaces and his choices slip from his hands, it waits for him to fall. The past is calling. The future is waiting. Will the echoes of either ever stop?