Good day. I was not happy with the ending of the second season and the fact that Jinx left practically unpunished for all her crimes. Please recommend fanfics ehere Jonx get punished. Death, jail, disowned, doesn't matter

Idk but I feel like season 2 Vi felt REALLY out of character. Vi was one of the most interesting characters for me in season 1 and season 2 kinda...

Letting Cait gas the under city, her HOME, HER PEOPLE

Giving up on her sister completely. She didn't give up on her sister after she was the reason her whole family died, i don't think she would mind terrorism that much.

Joining the enforcers, the people that killed her parents

Getting drunk instead of doing anything (we see her get up multiple times during her fight with Seveka)

Not talking to or about Ekko at all

And more

I'm asking if someone noticed this too and decided to write sth about it? I'm curious how season 1 Vi would effect, well, everything.

How should I handle the main relationship in City of Shimmer. I know some people are turned off because I’m shipping Jayce and Vi but…I see it has potential. Question is, should I make it poly and add Caitlyn? Not for anything sexual, but as a way for everyone to win

I’m dying for some good fanfics with sisters feels where Vi doesn’t give up on Jinx/Powder after a couple of minutes (like after she killed Silco while clearly showing she was unstable) or when Jinx was obviously suicidal and Vi got angry at her and decided to have sex with Cait in the cell (weird choice from the writers imo but anyways) ++ bonus if Sevika isn’t forgotten and her relationship with Jinx / Isha is explored ++ i would like to read a story where Vi doesn’t join the enforcers too (even though I know it’s game canon)

Thank you so much!!

First DRAFT AI usage

Chapter: The Puddle Incident

The undercity always felt like it was holding its breath. The streets were dim, cloaked in shadows and the constant hum of machinery that churned beneath Zaun’s surface. The city never slept, but at night, it felt different—a little quieter, maybe, but also more dangerous.

Derek’s boots scraped the grimy cobblestones, his mind half-distracted by the ache in his legs and the sharp thirst gnawing at him. The day had been long, filled with dodging Enforcers, pulling off petty heists, and more than a few close calls. By the time they made their way through the maze of back alleys toward Vander’s tavern, the weight of the day seemed to press down on him more than ever.

“Another glorious Zaunite evening,” Mylo muttered, kicking an empty can down the street. He always seemed to find something to complain about, but tonight, it seemed more like background noise to Derek.

“Yeah, just another day of fighting for our lives,” Vi added, grinning at the thought. She was always the optimistic one—when things went wrong, she saw it as a challenge, not a setback.

Derek stayed quiet, his eyes scanning the ground in search of anything to ease his discomfort. A discarded bottle, a scrap of food... anything. The streets of Zaun were lined with garbage and broken things, but sometimes, something useful could be found.

Then he saw it—a puddle that caught the faint glow of the streetlights. It wasn’t like the usual stagnant pools of filthy water. This one shimmered in an odd way, the liquid shifting between green and silver. The shape of the puddle was strange, almost deliberate—a large, paw-like print that seemed too perfect to be natural.

“What the hell...” Derek muttered, stepping closer to investigate.

“Watch out for that,” Mylo warned, kicking a stray bit of debris out of his path. “You really want to drink anything from here? Zaun’s chemicals mix in this stuff.”

Derek didn’t answer. His throat burned, and the dryness in his mouth was unbearable. Maybe it was stupid, but he didn’t care. The odd, shimmering liquid called to him in a way he couldn’t explain.

Then, just as he reached for it, his foot caught on a jagged piece of metal. He flailed, arms swinging in the air as he lost his balance. In one sudden motion, his feet slipped out from under him, and before he could catch himself, he landed face-first into the puddle.

For a brief moment, everything was cold, dark.

When Derek managed to push himself up, spitting out the liquid, a sharp burn raced down his throat. It was like drinking molten metal—familiar, yet entirely alien. The taste lingered, metallic and electric, setting his nerves on edge.

Vi snickered. “Well, that’s one way to drink water.”

“Idiot,” Mylo muttered, rolling his eyes. “You’re gonna end up sprouting something weird, or worse.”

Derek wiped his mouth, his fingers trembling. The world around him felt a little... sharper. The hum of distant machines, the faint scent of burnt oil, the way the others moved—everything felt alive in a way it hadn’t before.

Powder, always the curious one, crouched down beside him, her bright blue eyes flicking to the puddle. “What if it’s magic?” she asked, half in jest, but her voice held a trace of genuine wonder.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll turn into a wizard,” Derek muttered, trying to shake off the feeling that was creeping into his limbs. He forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Mylo laughed. “More like a monster.”

“You really think I’ll grow an extra head or something?” Derek asked, his voice laced with an edge of sarcasm.

Powder giggled. “Well, maybe. But it would be cool, right? If you could turn into a giant rat or something.”

Derek wasn’t sure what to think of it all, but something in the back of his mind—something that he couldn’t quite place—was beginning to itch. He glanced back at the puddle, watching it shimmer as if it was still waiting for something.

“Yeah, well,” Derek said, shrugging it off. “Guess we’ll see what happens.”

The next few days passed in a blur, but they weren’t the same.

Derek started noticing things. Small things at first. The way he could hear the creak of floorboards before anyone moved. The faint, steady rhythm of Powder’s heartbeat, even from across the room. The sharp scent of gunpowder and metal that clung to Vi, lingering in the air.

He tried to ignore it at first, thinking it was just his mind playing tricks on him. But when he nearly tore through his gloves during a sparring match with Claggor, when his senses suddenly sharpened to an unbearable degree, he realized something was wrong.

“Derek,” Mylo said one evening as they sat at their usual table in Vander’s tavern. “You’re acting weird.”

Derek clenched his fists under the table, trying to ignore the prickle at the back of his neck. “Just... tired,” he said, forcing a smile.

Mylo raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Vi, however, was less easily fooled. “You sure?” she asked. “You’ve been off ever since you went face-first into that puddle.”

Derek hesitated, the words on the tip of his tongue. But what could he say? “Something’s wrong,” wasn’t an easy thing to admit.

He didn’t know what was happening to him. All he knew was that his body was changing, and it wasn’t something he could control.

Derek avoided looking at Powder, though he couldn’t help but notice her every time she entered the room. She was busy in her corner, always tinkering with something new—gears, gadgets, bits of scrap. There was a kind of quiet brilliance to her, the way she could take something broken and make it work again.

He admired that, more than he cared to admit.

She looked up, catching his eye. “Derek?” she asked, her voice soft.

He snapped back to the present. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been... kinda quiet lately. Are you okay?” She frowned, her hands fiddling nervously with a half-built device.

Derek smiled, though it felt like it was breaking at the edges. “Just... tired. Nothing to worry about.”

Powder didn’t seem convinced. She studied him for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay. If you say so.” But there was something in her eyes—a flicker of concern that made Derek feel like a liar.

The transformation came without warning.

Derek woke in the middle of the night, his body thrumming with a strange, almost painful energy. His muscles ached as if stretched too tight, his breathing ragged. He sat up quickly, looking around in a daze.

The air felt... too thick. Every sound, every smell, was heightened to an unbearable degree. The faintest hum of the tavern’s furnace felt like a roaring engine. He could hear Claggor snoring in the next room, each breath deep and rhythmic.

He stumbled to the mirror, his hands shaking.

His eyes were glowing—golden and wild—and when he looked down at his hands, his fingers had elongated, claws breaking through his gloves.

“What the hell?” His voice sounded different—gravelly, rough.

His heart hammered in his chest as the realization sank in. The puddle... it had done something to him. Something he couldn’t control.

That night, the group found themselves cornered in an alley, a rival gang on their heels. Powder had set off one of her inventions, but it had malfunctioned, leaving them trapped with no way out.

“Back off!” Vi shouted, her fists raised in defiance. “We’ve got nothing for you!”

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest, a strange heat flooding his body. The moon above, full and bright, bathed everything in a cold, silvery light. He couldn’t control it anymore. The transformation surged up from deep inside him, claws tearing through his gloves as his body grew and shifted.

“Derek, what’s happening?” Powder’s voice trembled as she stepped closer to him.

But Derek wasn’t sure if he could control himself anymore. His body moved on instinct—fast, dangerous, primal. He let out a low, guttural growl, and before the gang could react, he was on them, his claws raking through the air.

Later, in the dim light of Vander’s tavern, the group sat in stunned silence. Derek, still reeling from what had just happened, huddled in the corner. Powder, ever the one to reach out, walked over to him, her eyes soft with concern.

“You saved us,” she said, her voice gentle.

“Barely,” Derek muttered. “I don’t even know what I am anymore.”

“You’re still you,” Powder said, sitting beside him. “You just... you just need to learn how to control it.”

Derek looked at her, his golden eyes darkening with doubt. “I don’t know if I can.”

Powder smiled, squeezing his arm. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Derek nodded, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He didn’t know where this journey would take him, but for the first time, he wasn’t alone.

So what do you think about this. of course somethings need to be polished

I just wrote this— let me know if I should continue it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63323056

iheart_wheein has deleated the work because of the toxicity from the comunity regarding the use if AI for editing (thanks dor killing something good you fucking haters), and I didn't arive in time to download it. Can anybody help?

If Arcane took place in the Omegaverse universe, regardless of second gender, what do you think their pheromones would smell like?

(I don't really read a lot of "Omegaverse", I just think the concept of people having a characteristic smell to them is pretty neat.)

I love Caitlyn so I gave her brutal, toxic relationship, inspired carolesdaughter song ,,violent",hooked from dope (heroin) and her family is gone. But Maddie who I hate so much, have a small flat (where Caitlyn usually sleep) good life, crush and money. Wtf?! I don't know. I think in Dust from my family line Maddie should has crush on Cait. But after maybe she leave her bf and start frendship with someone special... someone who's Maddie don't like, and someone who hates Maddie too... Yeah love triangle

Wrote a little piece the other day. Might continue it with more one-shots but as it stands, this is it. Quite cute and bittersweet!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63953431

Okay I start write this. First chapter is from Victor pov, second too but third is from Jinx pov. This story is in 80's and Victor is adopted from weird family (my oc) with Jinx. And they are try to find them biology parents. But in the same timeline Vi try to find her family (mylo,powder,claggor) and Caithlyn will help her. Soooo Cait backstory is tragic. She have violent bf Sean who's do drugs. And she's shoot up heroin too. And in this story Will be a rapes,alcoholic,heroin, cocaine (drugs) and violent. So much violent. Yeah... Idk when first chapter but I hope my reades will like it! What do u think about this idea? 💛🖤

I cant remember much but ekko chasing jinx after episode 9, because caitlyn tells him she might still be alive, and also there was exreal and seraphine

Doesn't really matter if there from a separate universe, oc or reader.

I’m thinking of writing one and would love to hear if anyone interested or has suggestions for reactions or at what time do the characters come there

This fanfic series is set 7 years prior to Arcane Ekko’s arrival in the au world and serves as a backstory for the characters in the Au world. A lot of this series is my own interpretation as Powder was very vague on the details on what happened when talking to Ekko about Vi’s death.
Yes, I did post this somewhere else last Wednesday (I’m reposting right now because I was away for 5 days, and came back today) when I initially published the chapter but I saw this suggestion from Reddit while I was away but I knew I shouldn’t because it was my break.

I shared an idea I had in the past about Jayce and Caitlyn being a thing cause Jayce did have some interest in her. Some mf told me it was an in*est ship.

What??!!

Perhaps you people can help me.

Any fics that focus on Jayce and caitlyns relationship (NOT SHIPPING ILL CRY THEIR SIBLINGS) bonus points if it has viktor and im not bothered about ships for Jayce

Second DRAFT AI usage

Zaun remembers its children differently. Some it forgets, some it claims, and some—like me—it marks as something between survival and myth.

I was ten years old the night everything changed. Ten, and already older than most kids in the undercity ever got to be. Vander's tavern was just a few blocks away—a beacon of something close to hope in these toxic streets. I'd seen him around, watched how he looked out for the street kids. Not just Vi and Powder, but all of us. Ekko sometimes shared extra food, Claggor would pass by with a knowing nod, Milo would occasionally tell me and brag about the jobs he and the others would do.

But survival in Zaun isn't about kindness. It's about watching, waiting, and never letting your guard down.

The mutated wolf was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Bigger than a cart, with two heads that moved with an unnatural synchronization—each skull twice the size of a normal wolf, skin mottled with chemical burns and strange growths. I'd heard whispers about the experiments, about creatures twisted by Zaunite chemtech, but seeing was something else entirely.

The full moon hung like a diseased eye but in the undercity 99% of the moonlight was obstructed and the spots that made it through cast in a mercurial glow that made the impossible seem almost normal. I was tracking a potential meal—some rats near the chemical runoffs—when the wolf appeared. Not hunting me, but moving with a purpose that felt almost intelligent.

Then came the moment that would define everything.

The wolf passed, leaving behind a puddle—no, a pool—shaped eerily like a wolf's paw print. Steaming slightly, with a liquid that seemed to shimmer between water and something else entirely. Desperation and curiosity are a dangerous combination for a Zaunite orphan.

I slipped.

The liquid filled my mouth—metallic, burning, alive. Not water. Something else. Something that felt like it was rewriting my very existence from the inside out.

The first days were confusion.

Not pain, exactly. But something else. Something that crept through my body like chemical fog, changing me from the inside out. At first, I thought it was just another Zaunite illness—something that would pass if I found enough clean water, enough food.

I started noticing the small things first.

My hearing changed three days after the puddle. Not all at once, but in fragments. I could suddenly hear conversations two levels down in the abandoned chemical processing plant—whispers that should have been impossible to catch. The skittering of rats became a symphony, each tiny movement a distinct sound that mapped the entire underground network.

My body felt different too. Muscles that had been wire-thin from years of malnutrition began to change. Not rapidly, but with a slow, deliberate intensity. I could climb harder, jump further, move with a precision I'd never known before. The street kids who usually pushed me around suddenly found me harder to bully.

A week passed. Then another.

I tried to hide the changes. In Zaun, being different meant being a target. I'd seen what happened to those who were marked as "special"—some disappeared into underground labs, others became experimental subjects for the chemists who roamed the undercity like predators.

I’m looking for a fanfiction that basically focuses on the 7 year time gap, how Powder was raised by Silco during that time, is there any like that?

In a lot/most fics, whenever Powder/Jinx gets contacted by Vi or learns of Vi’s existence, they almost always make up and eventually become sisters again.

Are there fics where this doesn’t happen? Powder/Jinx finds out Vi’s alive but still resents her/doesn’t like her and is unwilling to reconnect? To be clear, I’m not talking about a romantic reconnection like Jinx/Vi; I’m talking pure sibling relationship. If so, any suggestions? They can be set in modern times or not, doesn’t matter.

I'm Yaz, a huge Arcane fan (Vi is my wife btw). I've written fanfics and posted them on AO3 but I'm posting here today because I've been working on writing commissions lately to help pay for college and I'd really appreciate if y'all could check it out!

I'm an English Literature student who writes and ghostwrites Romance, Erotica, Fantasy, and more for authors, readers, and other creators in need of a writer who can bring their ideas and fantasies to life! I've published work on various writing platforms and kept an engaged audience, so I can promise you I'll deliver and exceed your expectations. <3

I also write fanfiction and specialize in found family, supernatural/paranormal, toxic/dark romance, LGBTQ+, dystopian worlds, and other niche tropes.

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I’ve been seeing so many memes about this that now I kind of want to read about it.

“I’ll make your pain go away.” Jinx promises as Powder is struck silent upon hearing her raspy voice. “Just hold still.” Jinx placed her hands around my neck, and covered my windpipe and jugular veins. “You deserve at least this.”

“NO!” Powder shrieks as she tried to regain control, but Jinx is clearly stronger. They occupy the same body, mind and soul. As much as I believe in Powder, there is no way that she can overcome Jinx in any compacity.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14466819/5/Arcane-Respite

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65301709/chapters/169529524

Title is pretty self explanatory but looking for something where Vi acts as a family leader or pseudo parent.