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(Y/N)'s face lights up as she takes in her home, the green hue emitting from various areas.

"Who told you what was down here?"

The women looks up and nods towards a few scavengers chatting atop a bridge, earning two, slow nods in return.

"Come along, if you wanted a peek."

She had been guarding the underground from traders and thugs for well over thirteen years of her life, putting her in her late twenties.

She had grown quite a reputation for herself, having disposed her home of more than half of the non respectful feens.

"I've seen your face around here."

Vi looks up with a raised brow as more people begin to ogle the group, more specifically the women they were with.

"Come along, and tell me under the table."

She flips her hood up before stuffing her hands in her pockets as the elevator creeks to a halt.

"What do you see?"

The group watch as (Y/N) takes the first step, quickly following after without a word.

The young women looks around as people pass by, their faces holding respect as some give her nods and others verbal greetings.

"Welcome to the playground, follow me.."

They pass a stand with a sleeping vendor, several fruits on display. (Y/N) hangs back as she watches Mylo snag an apple with a smirk.

Rolling her eyes, the women fishes a silver coin out her pocket before flinging it towards the vendor and walking away as it lands flat against their lap.

"Tell me your nightmares, and fantasies."

They continue walking as Claggor looks up at a man/creature with a raised brow, moving aside as it mumbles in his direction.

"Sinking through the wasteland, underneath.."

Mylo looks up as a women sits on a crate, a large insect looking creature inside.

He shakes the apple in the creatures direction, causing it to screech wildly at the thought of food before hitting its head against the cage.

The women jerks up at the action with a growl before bringing her fist down and slamming it against the top of the cage, making the insect shiver with fear.

"Sit still!"

"Stay for the night I'll, sell you a dream."

They pass by a brothel as a women drags a drunk man inside with a giggle, some workers smiling as she does so.

The madam of the brothel looks up as the group pass and offers a small smile towards (Y/N) before perking up and posing dramatically for Claggor as he watches.

(Y/N) shakes her head with a snort as Claggor straightens up at the gesture before quickly scurrying away, leaving the madam to shrug.

The drunkard gets thrown out without his pants as the women scream insults at him from inside.

"Get outta here!"

"You gotta pay!"

He gets up sluggishly before raising his fists with a snarky grin. "Look at that.."

...

"What brings you to the last and found to me?"

A bar sits proudly in a busy corner of the city, people hanging out the front of  it and chatting non stop.

A welcoming sign rests proudly against the building, a warm, golden light illuminating its writing.

"The Last Drop."

...

Inside, a man can be seen pouring a large cup of beer, another watching happily with a smile.

The bartender hands the cup over with a smile, his brown hair slicked back as his sleeve rolled up due to his work.

The skinny man takes the cup with a grateful smile before making his way towards a booth, two other, intimidating patrons waiting patiently as he returns.

He sets a cup down infront of them before going to take a small sip of his beverage, before his client speaks up.

"Well, I, uh, suppose that concludes business, then." A bald man with a thick beard says, his arm resting against the table as his companion watches, uninterested.

He picks up a bag before tossing it over to the smaller man, causing him to lightly choke on his beer before setting it aside. "Mm, I suppose it does."

He eagerly looks in the bag as the clients snicker, before frowning as he sees the uneven number of coins within the pouch.

"Wait a minute..uh..this..isn't what we agreed on, so.." he glares before offering a slight scoff, picking up a coin and clenching it between his fingers.

The client shrugs, "Well, demand for your wares has dropped since we made our arrangements." He fiddles with his cup, looking up with a shrug.

"This is the new value."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait..we um.." the man stutters as he gently pushes the pouch away. "We shook on it." He chuckles, trying to relive the tension.

"Ten thousand!"

"Such are the risks of business.." the client explains calmly, glancing at his companion before looking back.

"..ten!" The man exclaims softly, extending his arms in disbelief.

The bigger man smirks. "It's a fair price." He licks his cup before going to take a sip. "I think you should take it."

The dealer scoffs while rubbing his temple and stammering, "No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. I can't do that, I can't do that!!" He yells finally before shoving the pouch towards the crooks.

A coin rolls out, before stoping as a knife pierced through the small hole in tue center. The women with yellow eyes finally presents herself as she leans toward and clutches her blade before rolling her lips.

"Make your choice." She states, before gently setting her blade down next to the pouch.

Either he takes the money, or she would simply kill him for being an annoying little bitc-

"You folks need anything?"

The trio glance up as the barman makes his way over, looking between the three with a raised brow.

"Leave us.."

"You sure about that? Sounded to me like-"

"Piss off!" The women spits, looking up with a disgusted look as she takes in the man's figure. The barman perks up, "Ah.."

He turns away, before grabbing a nearby chair and dragging it next to the booth. He sets himself down calmly next to his fidgeting friend before looking up and crossing his arms.

"I think I know what you need."

"You don't seem to listen, barman-"

"A bit of advice." The man interrupts calmly, looking the women up and down. "Don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks." He warns with a jerk of his head, the two look up, their eyes widening as the whole bar stops to glare harshly at them.

They turn away quickly before nodding with understanding.

"So your Vander."

"Hound of the Undercity." The two express with interests as he goes to light his pipe, gently bringing the match in and out as he breaths in the smoke with a nod.

"I expected something..younger.." the women teases with a roll of her head, bending down slightly to look up at the hound.

Vander nods before putting out his match and puffing a small cloud of smoke out the corner of his mouth. "Well, we were expecting traders who would honor their word, but it seems we're all disappointed."

He smirks before speaking his again. "And my age dosent by any means, bother a certain women."

The traders perk up at the mention of the guard dog, before the man goes to speak. "You've got us all wrong, my friend, we were simply..negotiating.."

"Now your speaking my language." Vander smirks, slouching back before gesturing to his friend. "How about you just give Huck the rest of what you owe him, and I'll let you walk out of here in one piece."

He ends his threat with a glare, sending shivers down the traders spines. "Do we, uh, have a deal?" He brings his pipe up with a raised brow and offers it to the women.

She takes it with a sigh before taking a long drag, coughing violently at the sweet taste that burns her tongue. "That is vile!" She snarls, fanning her face as her friend shrinks back from the smell.

Vander shrugs as he takes it back, rolling his shoulders as he looks around. "You'll learn to love it.."

The large man looks around lazily before his eyes set of a specific head of (H/C) hair. Perking up, he watches as she sluggishly makes her way to the back of the pub, her kids following along with their heads down.

(Y/N) glances up as she feels a pair of eyes on her, and shrinks away as her (E/C) hues lock with Vander's dark brown ones.

She turns her head away and disappears behind the back door, waiting patiently as the group all pile in with tired groans.

"Welcome to the lanes.."

...

The group all exhale as they catch their breath, eagerly slouching against different furniture of the back room.

(Y/N) knocks her fist against Powders head affectionately as she takes a seat next to the girl.

Curling her knees up, she throws her arm behind her head as she leans against the bluenett, causing her to giggle.

"Vander learns none of this." Vi speaks up, looking to (Y/N) and smiling as she nods in agreement.

Mylo sighs as he kicks his feet back before stretching, Claggor next to him as he rubs his head.

"No worries there, Powder took care of the evidence." He mocks, causing the younger girl to push away from her guardian and glare at the boy as she sits up.

"I tried okay?" She yells, "You don't get it. Your older, your bigger, it-it's not fair!" She pulls her leg down as she gestures to the group, causing Mylo to sit up with a snarl.

"So stick with us! Take a punch or two!"

Vi goes to make a remark before stopping quickly as the upstairs door freaks open. Looking up, the group all quiet down as Cander makes his way down the stairs carefully, eyeing each bruise against each kids face.

"Everyone all right?" He asks gently, looking down and making eye contact with (Y/N) as he makes his way down.

"Never better." Mylo sighs, causing Claggor to knock his foot against his with a glare.

"Good." Vander says before walking to the left side of the couch and folding his arms behind his back. "I don't suppose you can explain why it is that I'm hearing about and explosion and a footchase topside?"

He stops by the edge of the couch as he awaits an answer, sighing as he receives none. "Four children and an adult, fleeing the scene.."

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asks with a sigh, he wasnet looking down at (Y/N) no, he was looking at the second oldest of the group, Vi.

"That we could handle a real job." She goes to defend but stops as Vander speaks over her.

"A real job?"

"We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody even saw us!"

"You blew up, a building."

"That wasnet-!"

"Did you even stop to think about what could have happened to you? Eh? To them?" Vander yells as he gestures to the group before looking down and pointing at (Y/N).

"To her?"

They all stay quiet as the women goes to grab her friends hand, looking up at him, she shakes her head gently, silently telling him to calm down.

Vander sighs after a moment before speaking again. "Where did you even get this tip?" The kids all stay quiet before he looks down at (Y/N), the women shaking her head before looking down.

Powder glances up before speaking. "We just, heard it and Benzo's shop.." Mylo looks up and gestures with his hands in disbelief as the rest listen carefully.

"From?"

"..Little man."

Vander sighs heavily before looking up as someone slams their fist against a cushion. He looks up with wide eyes as (Y/N) pushes herself up and steps infront of Vi.

"I took us there, if you wanna be mad, be mad at me!"

Vi looks up before harshly shaking her head, standing up, she goes to speak before Vander sighs again.

"..(Y/N)..I know you only took them there because you were in charge of looking after them.."

The young women goes to argue but gets pushed aside as Vi steps up. "Your the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world!"

"I also told you time and time again, the Northsides off-limits. We stay out of  Piltovers business!" Vander argues back, shaking his head as the girl continues.

"Why? They've got plenty, while we're down here scraping together coins!" She moves her arms around to emphasize her point.

Quickly, she looks between Vander and (Y/N) with a sharp glare.

"When did you two get so comfortable, living in someone else's shadow?"

The room goes deadly quiet as (Y/N) and Vander glare softly at their kid. Powder looks nervous as Mylo and Claggor shrink away with cringes.

"Everyone out.." the (H/C) colored women speaks calmly, looking down as the three immediately leave without another word.

...

The two adults stay silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

"Sit down."

"I'm fine." Vi scoffs, going to move before (Y/N) gently grasps her arm.

"Sit. Down."

The pink headed girl sighs heavily before moving and slumping into her seat. Vander goes to sit atop the coffee table, shimming slightly so (Y/N) could have space.

The women settles in with a cloth in hand, gently handing it to Vander, she watches as he rests his arms against his knees and speaks.

"Those kids look up to you.."

"Yeah, I know-"

"You know, but you don't know.." (Y/N) sighs, watching as Vander looks between her and Vi.

"When people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish." He begins, scolding not only Vi but and his friend as well, to which she understood.

"You say 'run', they run..you say 'swim', they dive in. You say 'light a fire'..they show up with oil."

"But whatever happens, it's on you." He emphasizes, looking down at (Y/N) and nodding.

Vi sighs softly as he continues. "Just like it's on me and (Y/N), what happens to us down here." He grasps said girls hand gently before squeezing it.

"We make ourselves a problem for Piltover, and they will send the enforcers." He clears his throat, watching as Vi was deep in thought.

"This.." (Y/N) softly speaks up, gently taking VI's hand into her own and rubbing her thumb gently against her bruises. "Won't solve your problems, it just causes more of them.."

Vander nods as he brings a bottle of alcohol between his teeth before ripping the cap off, taking (Y/N)'s cloth, he dabs the bottle against the rag before bringing it up and dabbing it against Vi's forehead.

The girl hisses as she reals back. "How'd you get this?" (Y/N) smirks as she remembers the encounter they had with the boy, and how proud she was to see her kids kicking ass.

"Some idiot was following us."

"On our side? Who?" Vander questions with a glare, looking to (Y/N) as she shrugs her shoulders.

"I dunno..he was after the stuff.." the young women explains, Vi nodding her head before Vander speaks.

"Where is it now?"

It takes the older sister a minute before she says anything, her fingers rubbing together. "We lost it.."

Vander nods with a soft look, "All of it?" He frowns as the girl nods her head, taking a glance towards his friend, he sighs.

"Good, nothing can tie to to what happened up there." He sets the rag and alcohol down before facing the girls. "Your gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?"

(Y/N) nods her head softly as she stares up at her friend before Vi does the same after a minute. "Okay..were gonna be fine..right?"

"I'll take care of it.." Vander assures before getting up with a shrug. He pulls (Y/N) up before cupping her face and turning it around, scanning her for bruises.

Vi smiles softly as she watches the women snicker as her friend playfully pinches at her cheeks before placing a gentle kiss against her forhead, his beard tickling her skin.

Together, the two adults make their way across the room before picking up items and tossing them into a bag.

Vander stops to think before jerking his head back slightly and smirking. "You..did put that idiot on his ass though, right?"

He chuckles as Vi scoffs with a smirk and a roll of the eyes. The two adults laugh as Vander lugs the bag over his shoulder as they make their way up the stairs, nodding to the girl before stepping out.

...

Mylo presses an item against the door, carefully trying to listen in before he stumbles back as footsteps can be heard. He leans against a pipe as both adults step outside the room and raise a brow at his off behavior.

"Get up Claggor, we're going out." Vander instructs as he shuts the door, warping an arm around (Y/N)'s waist, he tugs her to his side as they both look between the boys with firm stares.

"Wait now??" The boy grumbles as he sits up with a groan.

Vander snatches the device from Mylo's grip before tossing it into the bad and pulling it close. The boy goes to grab it back but stops as the man looks down at him with a glare.

"You wanna be treated like adults, right?" He questions before tossing the bag over to Claggor without breaking eye contact. The bag rams into the boys stomach and causes him to cough in pain at the weight.

(Y/N) sighs as she goes to help him up, gently patting his back as the two make their way upstairs.

"Then you should know better than to come back from a job empty handed." Vander scoffs as he turns and walks up the stairs, Mylo watching with leave with a scared look.

"I'm gonna have a little word with your informant."

...

The man makes his way up the stairs and smirks as (Y/N) waits for him by the entrance, Claggor a few feet away and getting up before walking away.

"Why didn't you give me any grief?" The women asks as she hooks her arm around her friends as they make their way through the pub.

Vander smiles gently before leaning down and gripping the girls chin between his fingers. Gently guiding her to face him, he plants a gentle kiss against her temple with a smile.

"You really think I'm going to give you of all people the same scolding as those kids?"

(Y/N) stares at him for a moment before shrugging with a smile."Well..no, we both know I'd throw you out on your ass of you did otherwise."

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