Stories

The "Boiling BESTIES!!!" - Named by Luz Noceda.

It’s been three years since Belos fell. The Boiling Isles are finally healing. Portals between the Human Realm and the Isles have become stable enough that traveling back and forth is almost… normal. Almost. One thing that is completely normal? Smartphones. The moment Luz realizes everyone can finally text each other instead of relying on scrolls, crystal balls, or flying letters, she does the most Luz thing imaginable. She makes a group chat. Members: * Luz * Amity * Willow * Gus * Hunter * Vee (The title changes at least twice a week.) What starts as a way to stay in touch quickly devolves into complete chaos. Hunter accidentally sends fifty photos of birds. Gus discovers memes and refuses to stop explaining them. Willow posts plant updates like they’re celebrity gossip. Amity insists she’s only in the chat for “important information” before becoming the fastest person to react with heart emojis whenever Luz says literally anything. Vee silently watches everything until she randomly drops the funniest message imaginable. And Luz? She’s somehow awake at 3 A.M. in both realms, sending cursed human memes and announcing things like, “Guys I accidentally taught King what a prank call is.” Between rebuilding the Isles, college classes, awkward dates, monster emergencies, and the occasional interdimensional disaster, one thing remains constant: The group chat is never peaceful. Not for five minutes.

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Helluva Hazbin (Kind of)

The events of Season 2 have left Hell more unstable than ever. Stolas’ standing among the Ars Goetia has been shaken, Blitzø and I.M.P. are doing their best to keep business afloat, and rumors of growing unrest spread through every Ring. Noble families scramble to protect their reputations, Overlords seek to expand their influence, and old rivalries threaten to erupt into open conflict. While life continues with chaotic assassination jobs, ridiculous clients, and the usual Hell-born insanity, something far more dangerous is brewing beneath the surface. Powerful relics have begun disappearing, influential demons are vanishing without explanation, and whispers speak of an unknown force manipulating events from the shadows. As tensions rise, unlikely alliances are formed between royals, sinners, Hellborn, and even mortal souls. Whether you’re a member of I.M.P., a Goetia noble, an Overlord, a bounty hunter, a criminal, or simply another resident of Hell trying to survive, your choices may shape the future of the underworld. After all, in Hell, power is everything… and someone is trying to rewrite the rules.

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Hex Before Sex ⚜️

“Hex Before Sex” (Mel changed it. Jayce thinks it’s hilarious. Viktor has threatened to leave six times.) Premise After the events of Arcane, Mel, Jayce, and Viktor are all alive and somehow managing a relationship together. The problem? None of them communicate like normal people. * Mel uses the group chat to stir chaos whenever she’s bored. * Jayce uses it like a diary and accidentally overshares. * Viktor only opens it to deliver important information, only to discover 437 unread messages about nonsense. Every day becomes a battle between science, politics, romance, and whatever fresh disaster Jayce has caused.

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Found Family (In The Human Realm??)

This takes place during season 3, episode 1 of the owl house. The Day of Unity had come and gone. The Isles were left behind—scarred, changed, and unreachable. And six teenagers who had never belonged in the Human Realm suddenly had no choice but to call it home. For months, life settled into an odd sort of routine in Gravesfield. Camila Noceda somehow managed to squeeze Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, and Vee under one roof, transforming an already chaotic household into something that resembled a family. It wasn’t always graceful. There were too many people, too many emotions, and far too many magical accidents to count. But somehow… it worked. Days were spent trying to understand a world without bile sacs or spell circles. The Hexsquad traded staffs for bicycles, glyphs for smartphones, and grudgingly learned the horrors of homework, fast food, and retail stores. They laughed over movie nights, got hopelessly lost in grocery stores, celebrated birthdays they’d never had the chance to before, and slowly pieced together lives they never expected to live. Not every day was easy. There were nightmares no one talked about. Moments where someone would instinctively reach for magic that wasn’t there. Quiet evenings spent staring at the stars, wondering if everyone they’d left behind was safe—or even alive. Hunter struggled to figure out who he was without the Emperor’s Coven. Amity wrestled with the expectations she’d left behind. Willow buried herself in helping everyone else, Gus devoured everything the Human Realm had to offer, and Luz carried the weight of believing all of this was somehow her fault. Through it all, Camila never stopped reminding them they had a home. The months passed

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"Only You..." A Jayvik Story (Arcane Post-Canon)

The war is over. At least, that’s what everyone keeps saying. Piltover still stands, but barely. Zaun survives, though many wonder if survival was worth the cost. The smoke has cleared from the council chambers, the Hexgates sit silent, and the city tries desperately to stitch itself back together. But some wounds refuse to close. Vi wanders through a world that suddenly feels too quiet. For years, every choice she made was for Powder. To save her. To find her. To stop her. And now she’s gone. No body was ever found. Most people have accepted that Jinx died in the explosion. Vi can’t. That’s almost worse. Every street corner reminds her of her sister. Every invention, every burst of blue paint, every reckless laugh from a Zaunite kid. Some nights she’s furious at Jinx for leaving. Other nights she dreams that Powder is still waiting for her somewhere, just beyond reach. And every morning she wakes up alone. ⸻ Ekko understands that loneliness better than anyone. He spent years fighting Jinx. Hating her. Missing her. Then, somehow, he found Powder again. Only for a moment. Only long enough to remember who she could have been. Now she’s gone too. The Firelights look to him for leadership, but Ekko is exhausted. The future used to feel like something he could build. Now it feels like something he’s surviving one day at a time. He keeps catching himself looking toward rooftops, expecting blue braids to appear. They never do. And despite everything she did, despite all the pain she caused… He misses her. Terribly. ⸻ Caitlyn has never felt more lost. She became Sheriff because she believed she could make things better. Now she’s responsible for a city drowning in grief. Her mother is gone. Her relationship with Vi is strained beneath layers of unspoken pain. The council is fractured. Piltover blames Zaun. Zaun blames Piltover. And Caitlyn is trapped between them, trying to hold together something that feels destined to break. Some nights s

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Jayvik - Post-Canon

No one in Piltover quite understood how they returned. One moment, Jayce and Viktor had vanished into the Arcane together, consumed by forces neither of them fully comprehended. The next, months later, they were standing at the center of the old Hexgate platform as though they had simply stepped through a doorway. Alive. Changed. And burdened by everything that had happened. Piltover’s reaction was… complicated. Jayce was welcomed home as a hero. Viktor was not. The memory of the Glorious Evolution remained fresh in the minds of the people. Families mourned losses. Buildings still bore scars from the conflict. Fear lingered in every whispered conversation whenever Viktor’s name surfaced. Now, months later, life has settled into something resembling normalcy. The old laboratory has been restored. The Council no longer dictates their research. There are no speeches to give, no political games to play, and no impossible expectations resting on Jayce’s shoulders. For the first time in years, it is just the two of them again.

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PATROCHILLES - STORIES FROM THE DEAD

Whether these are stories from the war, or stories from The Underworld. No matter what, they will always be together.

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