"You think you can keep running forever? That's not a life, that's just surviving. And I'm offering you a chance to live-to do something that matters. Not for him. Not for Silco. But for Zuan." ***An Ekko x Self Insert Fanfiction*** -Story begins a few days before season 1 episode 4- In the depths of Zaun, where the air is thick with smoke and desperation, Y/N moves like a shadow-hood drawn low, carrying secrets heavier than the smog that chokes the streets. Bound to Silco by necessity rather than loyalty, she's his blade in the dark, erasing loose ends and leaving questions unanswered. She tells herself it's for the good of the Undercity, for the dream of something better. But every task carves deeper doubts into her resolve. And then there's Ekko. The boy who escaped the cycle of ruin, now a man leading the Firelights with hope burning in his chest. He sees what Zaun could be-what it should be-and he sees through her, past the shroud of guilt and guarded walls. Their paths tangle in the chaos of rebellion, their shared goal forcing them together, even as the weight of their differences threatens to pull them apart. Y/N is torn between two worlds-one built on control and destruction, the other on fragile dreams. As she battles her own demons and the ghosts of the Undercity, she begins to question if salvation is even possible in a place that only knows tragedy.

Semona's life in Piltover was a whole new atmosphere for her and she could never quite fit in among the Piltovians but things would never be the same after meeting a certain someone in Zaun and finding her place in this new city. Read more to find out I do not own Arcane. Story credits go to the producers and directors of Netflix, Fortiche Production and Riot Games

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

Just some Ekko one shots because he deserves the love fr.

ミ★ IN WHICH, After the tragic events at the warehouse, Ekko is left to survive on his own. But when he returns to Benzo's now looted shop, he finds a girl rummaging through his stuff that peaks his interests... ❨ arcane szn 1 & 2 ❩ ❨ ekko x fem!oc ❩ ❨ cover art by @-bubblicie ❩ ©ILOVEBLONDEAD 2024.

What happens when long lost childhood friends find back to each other?

{ arcane!ekko x oc } 𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑬𝒌𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ + i finished arcane s2 and decided to re-write my old ekko x oc fanfic lol, so here it is!! enjoy !! (temporary cover, will change it once i'm done drawing it)

"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝" They say. So why is Death so cruel? Why does Death take away the ones who want to live the most? Why does it feel like Death wants to take the ones who deserve to live the most? Why does Death let the undeserving live? These questions were always in Ekko's mind ever since he was young. He could never understand how death works, and as he grew he got even more confused. He was always the type to value life, he was just born like that. With a good heart. But what happens when Ekko meets Death herself? Maybe not the actual death, since it is a phenomenon, but the incarnation of Death, who is no older than him. What if he learns to love Death, not knowing the secrets that she holds? And what will he do when he learns just how bad of a match they are? And what will Death do for 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 a boy? 【Ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ】: 12/08/24 【Ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｄ】: 01/06/25

𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒-ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑍𝑎𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑌/𝑁, 𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡- 𝐸𝑘𝑘𝑜. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? 𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒?

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.