The Saviour / Caitlyn Kiramman

What a wild ride this has been, huh? Writing this story has been an absolute joy—and not going to lie, I may or may not have shed a few tears along the way. Just a few. Okay, maybe a river, but who's counting? This has been my coping machine post-Arcane, and if you've stuck around this long, welcome to the chaos.

Let's talk about Tinkerfox, our brilliant little disaster from Zaun who somehow managed to unite Piltover and Zaun while simultaneously stealing the heart of the ever-dignified Caitlyn Kiramman. Honestly, if that's not peak main character energy, I don't know what is. She's a genius, she's scrappy, she's rocking a metal arm, and she's probably one sarcastic comment away from getting herself into more trouble than even Jayce can invent. And yet, she makes it work.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, is out here giving "cool, collected enforcer" vibes, but let's face it: she's totally whipped. Y/N flashes her a grin, and suddenly Cait's losing her mind, risking her life, and climbing rooftops like it's her new favorite hobby. Love makes you do stupid things, right? But can we just appreciate the fact that Caitlyn went from "arrest her" to "let me tie your tie and kiss you senseless" in record time? Enemies to lovers supremacy, folks.

Then there's Carlos. The big kind of brother with the heart of gold and an apparent inability to not jump into danger for Y/N. He's out here looking like a combo of Piltover grit and Zaunite scrappiness, but let's be real: he's just a softie with a random backstory and some killer sibling energy.

And of course, Jayce. Our boy genius with a hammer, endless optimism, and a tendency to make things explode. He's the chaotic uncle of the group who insists he knows what he's doing, but really, he's just winging it and hoping for the best. The dynamic between these four is basically what happens when you throw a family together and tell them to figure it out. And somehow? It works.

To all my little gremlins out there, thanks for sticking with me through this emotional rollercoaster. Whether you laughed, cried, or rolled your eyes at one of my sarcastic asides, I hope this story gave you even a fraction of the joy it gave me while writing it. Now go forth and cause some chaos—Tinkerfox would be proud.