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[luvst4rc0r3]

★ late night cooking.

JINXFEST!!!

JINX X READER

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The city was quiet for once. No sirens. No gunfire. Just the distant hum of Zaun’s neon veins buzzing against the silence. Your apartment sat high above the chaos, a miracle in itself, tucked away behind pipes and patched walls. The clock read 2:14 a.m. You should’ve been asleep, but the grumble in your stomach refused to let you.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen, flipping on the dull yellow light overhead. The space was small, cluttered, and smelled faintly of oil and metal—thanks to Jinx leaving her ammo supplies too close to the fridge again. You sighed, pulling open the door and surveying the mess of leftover takeout boxes and a singular questionable banana.

“Guess I’m improvising,” you muttered.

You grabbed some eggs, cheese, and whatever half-edible produce you could find. Your plan was to make something simple—maybe a midnight omelet, maybe toast with questionable dignity—but before you could turn on the stove, a thud sounded from the vents overhead.

You didn’t even flinch.

Seconds later, a familiar voice drifted down, muffled but giddy.

“Whatcha doin’, toots?”

You turned toward the sound just in time to watch the grate pop open and Jinx tumble down like a cat that barely cared to stick the landing.

“I told you to stop using the vents,” you said, arms crossed but smiling.

“And I told you to unlock your windows, but here we are,” she grinned, brushing dust from her knees as she sauntered into the kitchen like she owned the place. She probably did, in a way. Her boots were untied, her braids a little more chaotic than usual. Her eyes gleamed in that way they always did when she was in a mood—mischievous, wild, and just a little soft when they landed on you.

“You hungry?” you asked, turning back to the counter.

She tilted her head like a curious puppy. “Starving.”

“Good,” you said. “You can help.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Jinx said dramatically, backing away. “I break things. I burn things. I blow things up. But I do not cook.”

“You cook bullets all the time.”

“Those explode on purpose, babe.”

You raised an eyebrow and offered her a spatula. She eyed it like it was a loaded weapon, then took it with exaggerated caution, gripping it with two fingers like it might bite her.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But if I set the kitchen on fire, it’s your fault.”

“You’d probably enjoy that,” you teased.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes lighting up, “but I’d feel kinda bad if it ruined your eggs.”

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Jinx, it turned out, was an absolute menace in the kitchen. She cracked eggs like she was throwing grenades. You had to stop her from putting chili flakes in everything. And she sang—loudly, off-key, spinning you around like you were dancing in some ballroom instead of a grimy kitchen two stories above the Lanes.

The pan sizzled as you both crowded around the stove, hip to hip. Her fingers brushed yours more than necessary, and every time, she smirked like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Y’know,” she said while trying to flip an omelet and somehow launching half of it onto the floor, “this feels weird.”

“What, cooking?”

“No. This.” She waved the spatula in a slow arc around the kitchen. “Us. You. Me. Not running. Not hiding. Just… this.”

You didn’t say anything for a second. Just listened to the soft pop of oil in the pan, the occasional honk of some late-night hover cart outside, and Jinx’s quiet breathing beside you.

“I like weird,” you finally said.

Jinx tilted her head again, eyes searching yours.

“I never had this before,” she admitted. “The quiet. The safe. I used to think it was boring. But now…”

You turned off the stove and slid the finished food onto a cracked plate. Jinx watched you, hands still wrapped around the spatula, like she didn’t know what to do with them now that the chaos had paused.

You set the plate down between you two and leaned against the counter. “Now what?”

Jinx shrugged, but it was tight. Nervous. “Now I’m scared I’ll mess it up.”

You blinked. That wasn’t what you expected.

She didn’t look at you when she said it. Her voice was too light, like she was trying to play it off, but you knew her too well by now.

“I’m not good at this,” she went on. “Being calm. Being… whatever people are in normal lives. I break things, remember? I ruin everything.”

You reached out and took her hand. Gently. Purposefully. Her fingers twitched in yours.

“You don’t ruin everything,” you said softly.

“Name one thing I haven’t.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Me.”

That got her. Her expression flickered—surprise, disbelief, and something softer buried under years of survival and trauma.

“You sure about that, baby?” she whispered.

“Completely.”

Jinx looked at you like you were the sun and she’d never seen daylight before. And maybe she hadn’t. Not real daylight, not the kind that warmed your bones and made you feel alive.

“Okay,” she said, voice small.

“Okay?”

She smirked again. “Okay. But if we’re doing this whole domestic life thing, you better be ready for chaos cupcakes and grenade muffins.”

You snorted. “Sounds dangerous.”

“Dangerous is my middle name.”

“I thought it was ‘Pow-Pow.’”

She laughed—a real one, loud and crackling, and it echoed off the walls like a firework. You leaned your head against her shoulder, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her cheek on top of your head, arms slung loosely around your waist.

The food was getting cold, but neither of you cared.

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An hour later, you were sitting cross-legged on the counter, sharing bites of a very ugly, very burnt omelet. Jinx had added hot sauce that could kill a man, but somehow it worked. Probably because you were too full of laughter and something warm and sticky in your chest to care.

“You know,” Jinx said between bites, “this would make a great hideout. Cozy. Good view. Room for my toys.”

“I don’t want to find a grenade in the dishwasher again.”

“That was one time.”

“It went off.”

“Barely!”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t deny it.

Silence settled again, this time more comfortable. You looked out the cracked window, watching the flickering lights of Zaun dance in the dark. And you felt her eyes on you—sharp and soft all at once.

“What?” you asked, meeting her gaze.

She shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how lucky I am you’re still here.”

You blinked. “Where else would I be?”

“Gone,” she said honestly. “Most people leave. Or die. Or run. But you—you stay. Even when I’m a mess. Even when I bring trouble to your door. Even when I forget how to be good.”

You leaned forward and kissed her. It was gentle, slow, nothing like the explosions that marked most of her life. When you pulled away, her lashes fluttered like she was waking up from a dream.

“I stay,” you whispered, “because I love you.”

She didn’t say anything right away. Just pressed her forehead to yours and breathed, “I think I’d burn down the world for you.”

“Then let’s just keep the kitchen for now, yeah?”

She grinned, lips brushing yours again. “Deal.”

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The next morning, the apartment smelled like disaster. The pan was scorched, the countertop had new scorch marks, and there was cheese on the ceiling.

Jinx stretched, grinning at the mess like it was art.

“Breakfast round two?”

You groaned. “Only if I cook this time.”

She tackled you to the floor and kissed your neck instead.

“Or,” she said, giggling, “we just skip to dessert.”

AHHH 6 MORE PROMPTS TO COMPLETE!!!

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“You’re Enough”

Jinx x reader

⭐️: ermmm this is for Jinxfest. I’m posting this like late😞

★ “you keep making the same mistakes!” “Well, sorry for trying again.”

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The Last Drop had never been quieter, and it worried you.

The silence after a fight always hits the hardest. Not the shouting, not the breaking of glass or slammed doors—no, it was this part. The cold quiet. The aftermath. When you realized maybe you’d said too much or maybe she hadn’t said enough. Or maybe this was the time it wouldn’t be okay.

You stood near the bar, staring at the pile of wires and scrap Jinx had abandoned on the workbench. She’d stormed off hours ago—after the argument, after the look she gave you that you couldn’t quite stomach. Something between hurt and betrayal. Something worse than her usual chaos.

You rubbed at your tired eyes, the ache behind them threatening to bloom into a full-blown migraine. You didn’t want to fight. You never wanted to fight. But Jinx kept doing reckless things—rushing into skirmishes, playing bait, taking hits that weren’t hers to take. And every time, you stood at the edge of Zaun’s dark alleys or Piltover’s ruined streets, waiting to see if she’d come back in one piece.

This time, she hadn’t even told you she was leaving.

So yeah, you’d yelled. You were scared. You were so scared.

And now she is gone.

You sank onto the stool behind the counter, heart beating an unsteady rhythm. What if this time, she didn’t come back? What if this was it?

Then the door creaked open.

Your head snapped up.

There she was—oil-stained, bruised, and soaked from Zaun’s toxic rain. Blue hair stuck to her face. She didn’t say anything, just closed the door behind her like she was afraid it might slam and shatter the fragile silence hanging between you both.

You swallowed, relief hitting first—hot and heavy—before the anger returned, like it had been waiting behind your ribs for her to walk through that door.

“Where the hell were you?” your voice came out sharper than intended.

Jinx didn’t look at you. She started peeling off her jacket, slowly, moving mechanically.

“You weren’t answering your comm,” you continued, standing now, fists clenched at your sides. “You didn’t leave a note, nothing. Just—vanished. Again.”

“I handled it,” she muttered, finally looking at you, eyes unreadable.

“Handled it? You came back with a busted arm and a limp!”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Not that bad? Are you serious, Jinx?! You could’ve died!”

Silence.

Then she laughed.

Not her usual cackle—this one was bitter, short, almost tired.

“Right,” she said, eyes flicking away. “Because dying would be the worst thing in the world, huh?”

You blinked, startled. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I mean—” she threw her jacket onto the floor with a sharp movement, “—maybe you’d finally stop waiting for me to screw up if I just didn’t come back at all!”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your throat tightened. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what this is about?” she snapped. “I’m always the one messing up, right? You’re always here, yelling at me, fixing me. Trying to patch me back together like some broken toy!”

“You’re not a toy, Jinx,” you said quietly, fighting the sting in your chest.

She paced now, boots squeaking on the cracked wooden floor. “You don’t get it! You don’t get what it’s like to have everyone waiting for you to fail. You think I wanna keep screwing things up? You think I like this?”

“No,” you said, voice rising again, unsteady. “I think you keep making the same mistakes!”

“Well, sorry for trying again!” she shouted back, and that’s when her voice cracked.

That’s when it all shattered.

The air went still.

She stood frozen, eyes wide, hands balled into fists at her sides. Like she’d said too much. Like she wanted to take it back—but couldn’t.

You stared at her. She looked so small suddenly. Tired. Vulnerable. Like the weight of every mistake, every scar, every burned bridge was sitting on her shoulders, and she didn’t know how to carry it anymore.

Your heart broke a little.

“I’m not mad because you try,” you said softly. “I’m mad because I love you. And watching you throw yourself into danger over and over like you don’t care what happens to you—it kills me, Jinx. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with it.”

She didn’t respond. Just stood there, shoulders trembling, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor.

You took a shaky breath and stepped toward her. She didn’t move.

“I’m not trying to fix you,” you said. “I just want you to stop hurting yourself. To stop treating your life like it doesn’t matter.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like it doesn’t.”

You reached out then, slowly, gently. Let your fingers caress her cheeks.

“I don’t care what Piltover thinks. Or what Silco thought. Or even what Vi might’ve said. You matter to me. You always have.”

Finally, finally—she looked at you.

And her eyes were glassy now. Pink around the edges. That guarded wall she always threw up? Cracked, showing pieces of the girl underneath. The girl who still carried so much pain.

“I don’t know how to stop being like this,” she admitted, voice fragile. “I wanna be better for you, but I don’t know how to stop screwing up.”

You closed the space between you and wrapped your arms around her before she could spiral again. She stiffened for a second—but then she sank into it. Like she’d been holding her breath this whole time and only now remembered how to exhale.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you murmured against her hair. “I’m not asking you to change overnight. I just… I need you to let me in. To tell me when you’re scared. Or when you’re hurting. I can’t keep guessing.”

She nodded against you, almost desperately.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you don’t matter.”

You kissed the side of her head. “I know.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, hands trembling. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You won’t,” you promised, brushing a tear from her cheek with your thumb. “But I need us to start facing things together. Not you rushing off and me panicking at home. We’re a team, right?”

Jinx gave a small, shaky smile. “Yeah. Team Jinx and (Y/N).”

You laughed softly, heart warming at the familiar tone in her voice. “Exactly.”

She hesitated, then leaned in, forehead pressing against yours. “I’m gonna mess up again. I know I will.”

You nodded. “And I’ll probably yell again. But I’ll still be here.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m scared of being too much.”

“You’re not,” you said firmly. “You’re just enough.”

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The rain had eased by the time you both collapsed onto the couch in the corner of the bar, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like gunpowder and smoke and her. She rested her head on your chest, letting you run your fingers through her damp hair.

“Promise me something?” you asked, voice soft.

She tilted her head to look up at you. “Yeah?”

“Next time you feel like running off alone… talk to me first. Let me help you. Please.”

Jinx nodded slowly. “I promise.”

You smiled, then leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.

She closed her eyes again, this time without tension in her jaw or worry behind her brows.

“Y’know,” she murmured sleepily, “you’re the only one who ever stayed.”

Your heart twisted.

“I’m not going anywhere, hun.”

And you meant it.

Even if she kept making the same mistakes.

Even if you had to keep trying again.

Because that’s what love was. Not perfect. Not easy. But it was worth it.

Every time.

GUYS TRUST I WILL FINISH ALL OF MY JINXFEST POSTS!!

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Ermmm….so like. I didn’t have my phone for like 2 weeks (I was in a like camp/retreat) that didn’t allow devices😭😭 so erm @jinxificada PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER EVENT FOR JINX!!! I really wanted to write for Jinxfest but the retreat I was in came so suddenly that I couldn’t schedule a post😞😞😞 SORRY—

(If I have time I will try an finish all of my Jinxfest posts)

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u wrote clingy jinx, can u do clingy jinx AND reader? they both radiate that “pls don’t leave” energy or whatever u want, have a good day!

Bro THE VIBE IN THIS DRABBLE SUCKS SO IM SORRY IF THIS WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING

"Held Together"

Clingy!Jinx x Clingy!Reader

It had been a long day—one of those days that felt like it was never going to end. The chaos of the world had a way of catching up with them, and both Jinx and Reader were feeling the weight of it all. But when they finally got a moment to themselves, all they wanted was to stay wrapped up in each other, away from everything else.

As soon as they walked through the door, Jinx was already at Reader’s side, her arms winding around their waist like she couldn’t get close enough. She buried her face in Reader’s chest, inhaling the scent that had become her anchor.

“Please don’t leave,” she mumbled into their shirt, her voice quiet but desperate, like a silent plea.

Reader’s heart ached at the sound of those words. They knew the feeling too well—the constant pull to stay close, to never be apart. They wrapped their arms around Jinx, pulling her even closer, as though she could somehow melt into them.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” Reader whispered, their voice soft but firm. “I’m not leaving you.”

Jinx hummed in contentment but didn’t let go. She tightened her grip, as if she was afraid that if she did, Reader would vanish. Her fingers traced patterns on their back, seeking that steady reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

“Promise?” Jinx asked, looking up at them with wide, pleading eyes.

“Promise,” Reader confirmed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The air between them was thick with that mutual need to stay, to never let go. Neither of them was ready to face the world outside, and right now, all they needed was each other.

Jinx tilted her head back, her lips brushing over Reader’s throat as she let out a small sigh, her breath warm against their skin. “I don’t care about anything else, just… just don’t leave me, okay?” she murmured, her voice laced with that quiet vulnerability she rarely let show.

Reader gently cupped Jinx’s face, tilting her chin up to meet their gaze. “I won’t. I’m here. Always.”

The words were a promise, one that neither of them could break. But they didn’t need to say anything more. They just held each other, both radiating that silent, shared need to never be apart.

And even as Jinx started to relax in Reader’s arms, the clinginess didn’t fade. Instead, it shifted into something gentler. Jinx’s hands found their way to the hem of Reader’s shirt, tugging at it lightly as she pulled them closer.

“You’re not leaving, right?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she needed to hear it one more time.

“I’m right here,” Reader replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

They stood there for a long time, wrapped up in each other, both unwilling to break the fragile moment of peace they had carved out of the chaos around them. Neither of them wanted to let go—because in each other’s arms, they were safe.

I want sleep

[luvst4rc0r3]

Hiii! I was wondering- ok…hear me out. Could you write a Jinx smut, but the reader can’t feel orga$ms??

:3

HEYOOOO

I like this request but the thing is I AM NOT GOOF AT WRITNG SMUT:((((( Also ngl Idk how to even write this request.🤔🤔 It seems so interesting but I AM TERRIBLE AT WRITING SMUT😭😭🤔

I AM SO SORRY!!! But you can always request smt else that you want suggestive!!!

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I love the Loser!Jinx fics, there so funny and cute but I can’t help but think that no one believes in Jinx, like everyone believes she can’t do anything right and tell it to her face and to the reader. And I can’t help but the reader slowly getting mad at everyone for not believing in jinx or themselves being together and hoping for their downfall.

Overall: the reader getting mad at everyone so saying mean things about her loser girlfriend

Sorry if this was way to specific, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I do hope you have a great day tho!

It had been a long week. Between the whispers at school, the sideways glances, and the snickers from people who thought they knew better, Reader had nearly had enough. Every time someone so much as looked at Jinx, it was like they were waiting for her to mess up. And she did, sure—she was Jinx, after all, a wild, chaotic force of nature. But that wasn’t all she was.

Reader had seen the side of Jinx that no one else did. The one that hid behind that manic laughter, the one that cared deeply for the people around her, the one that was just trying to find her place in a world that had constantly kicked her down. But no one saw that.

No one except Reader.

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It started with the comments in the halls.

"Did you see Jinx’s latest stunt? What a joke," someone sneered. Reader was walking beside them, trying to ignore it, but the words grated on her nerves like sandpaper.

"Yeah, how does someone that stupid even survive?" another voice added.

That was it. The last straw.

Reader’s hand curled into a fist, and her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t even realized she was walking faster until the voices were behind her.

“Jinx is more than her mess-ups. She’s more than the mistakes you keep throwing in her face,” Reader said, voice sharp. The words were out before she could stop them.

“Don’t get all defensive. She’s pathetic,” one of them spat.

That was the moment it clicked. The fury rose in Reader like a wave crashing over everything. She stopped, turned, and looked the person straight in the eye.

“Pathetic?” Reader’s voice was cold now, controlled but dripping with venom. “You don’t know her. You don’t see the hours she spends trying to make something of herself, trying to fix all the broken pieces no one else cares about. Maybe if you weren’t so busy tearing her down, you’d actually notice how much she’s trying.”

They all blinked, the words hitting harder than they’d expected. But the damage had been done, hadn’t it? The doubt in their eyes, the laughs they’d shared at Jinx’s expense—it was too much. Too far.

“I’m not going to stand here while you make her feel like shit. She’s mine, and I won’t let you tear her down anymore. So take your pathetic comments and shove them.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the whole group staring at Reader like they couldn’t quite process what had just happened. Reader didn’t care. They turned on their heel, storming off with a fire in their eyes that was impossible to ignore.

-

Later that day, Jinx was sitting by herself at the edge of the school grounds, fiddling with a broken toy she’d somehow managed to scavenge. Her usual chaotic energy was subdued, and her eyes looked tired, the weight of the day clearly starting to take its toll.

Reader walked over and sat beside her, the anger from earlier still simmering in their chest.

"Hey, you okay?" Reader asked softly, not wanting to push Jinx too much.

Jinx looked up at them, her lips curling into that small, hesitant smile that only Reader ever really saw.

“I’m fine,” she said, but her eyes told a different story. She was used to being the punchline, to being the odd one out. Reader could see it in the way her shoulders slumped, the way her hands shook slightly as she twisted the toy in her grip.

Reader reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You know, I don’t care what they say. They don’t know you like I do. And they sure as hell don’t get to treat you like that.”

Jinx’s gaze softened, her blue eyes brightening just a little. She leaned into Reader’s side, resting her head against their shoulder.

“Thanks... I don’t really care about what they think,” she murmured, but Reader could feel the doubt still lingering in her voice. They kissed her forehead, pulling her closer.

“You should,” Reader said, voice fierce now, as if it could somehow shield Jinx from all the hurt that had been thrown her way. “You’re not pathetic. You’re worth more than any of them could ever see.”

Jinx smiled at that, a little more genuine this time. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Always.”

And that was enough. For now, that was enough.

-

The next day, the whispers were quieter. The snickers were less frequent. Reader wasn’t sure if they had changed anyone’s mind or if they’d just earned a bit of respect. But what mattered was that Jinx was a little less burdened by the weight of the world, and that meant everything.

The world could think whatever it wanted, but Reader would never stop believing in Jinx. No one else had to, as long as they did.

And that was all that mattered.

I want sleep

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Ambessa and the makeup after fight?

The silence in Ambessa's chambers felt like it would swallow everything, but there was a crack in it now, one that you couldn’t ignore. The door had barely closed behind you when you heard her footsteps—slow but purposeful. For a moment, you thought maybe it was your own heart pounding, the blood rushing in your ears, but then you turned.

Ambessa stood in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway, her shoulders hunched in a way you hadn’t seen before. Her mask of composure had slipped again, and this time, it wasn’t just regret in her eyes—it was something worse. Something more vulnerable, more terrifying.

“You left,” she said, her voice a near-whisper.

You didn’t respond immediately. You were still trying to catch your breath, still struggling with the sting of her words. How had it gotten so bad? The argument had started over something small, but now it felt like a chasm had opened between you, one you weren’t sure how to cross anymore.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t?” You asked, your voice brittle, like a thread being pulled taut. "You told me I was a fool. That I was reckless." The words tumbled out, raw and stinging. "I don’t need you to protect me, Ambessa. I need you to trust me."

Ambessa’s eyes darkened, but this time, her hand was stretched out, not in anger but in something that might’ve been desperation. “I do trust you. I trust you more than anything. But—”

“But what?” you interrupted, your voice shaking. “But I’m still not enough? Not good enough to be your equal?”

“No.” Her voice was low, raw. She took a step closer, closing the distance you’d put between you. “You are my equal. More than that. But it’s hard to see it when I’m scared to lose you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, though it was tinged with disbelief and something else. "You never showed it. Not once. You’re always so damn guarded, Ambessa. You—"

“I don’t know how to show it.” Her voice cracked for the first time, and your heart stuttered. “I’m not like you. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel everything.”

Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken truth. You felt a shift between you, the weight of the tension lessening, even if only for a moment. You inhaled deeply, forcing the sharp edge of your frustration to subside.

"I never wanted to make you feel small," she continued, her gaze softening. "I never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t enough. But sometimes… sometimes I can’t help but want to protect you. Because you’re everything to me. And I can’t lose that."

The words were a balm, but they didn’t erase the hurt, not entirely. Still, you felt something crack inside you, like the tension in the air was finally giving way.

“Ambessa,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t be just something you need to manage. I need to be your partner, not your burden.”

She nodded slowly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she reached out, taking your hand in hers. It was hesitant at first, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed this closeness. But you didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should’ve never made you feel that way.”

You exhaled, your breath shaky. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have walked away.”

Ambessa stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you. The tension between you both was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp. It was something you could work with. Something that could heal, given time.

And when she kissed you, it was not a passionate, desperate thing—but it was real. It was an apology, a promise, and a quiet declaration that you were more than just something to manage. You were her equal. And maybe, just maybe, you could figure this out together.

Because despite everything, you both still cared—more than either of you had let on.

And that was enough to start again.

I'M BACK FROM BEING GONE!!!

I WANT FOOD

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"Dollhouse"

Jinx x F!reader

Warnings:Death? hallucinations.

WC:6.8K (WOOOOOO!! ONE OF THE LONGEST I HAVE MADE!!!!)

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Jinx had never really considered the idea of "normal." Not until she met Isha.

The kid was small, scrappy, with wide eyes that held too much for someone her age. She didn’t talk, but her hands did, fingers dancing through the air in a way that fascinated Jinx. At first, she didn’t get it—the language of gestures seemed foreign, a world she wasn’t familiar with. But Reader, ever patient and kind, helped her understand the intricate beauty in it. They guided Isha’s hands with care, teaching her the gestures that would bridge the gap between silence and sound.

It took a while—months, even—but Jinx found herself slowly, almost unknowingly, falling into the rhythm of it all. The warmth of this little family she didn’t think she could have.

Their home wasn’t anything fancy—just a crumbling space tucked away in the Lanes, but it was theirs. A haven hidden from the harsh world that seemed determined to drag them down. The cracks in the walls and the broken windows didn’t matter because inside, there was laughter. There was love. There was peace.

Jinx would lay her head against Y/N’s stomach at night, her ear pressed to the warmth of their skin. She could feel the flutter of life inside, the tiny kicks from the baby they would one day welcome into the world. And beside them, Isha would sit on the floor, chalk in hand, drawing little figures of the three of them. Her fingers moved with a focused determination, as if the act of drawing them would somehow make them real in a way nothing else could.

Jinx smiled, tracing the stick figures on the floor, her fingers smudging the chalk as she spoke softly to herself. "Look at us. All perfect n' stuff."

Y/N laughed, their hand drifting through Jinx’s tangled blue locks, threading through the strands. "You’re playing dollhouse again, aren’t you?"

Jinx grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes, though there was a tenderness there too—something rare. "Yeah. But it’s real, ain’t it?"

For the first time, Jinx thought she had something that wasn’t just a dream or a broken memory. It was hers. Real, and unshakable. A family. A place where she could exist without fear of being torn apart.

And then Sevika showed up.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—arms crossed, her shadow stretching across the room like the weight of her presence was enough to suffocate the air around them. The dim street light outside cast harsh shadows over Sevika’s scarred face, making her look even more intimidating than usual. The silence between them thickened instantly, and Jinx could feel it in her chest—the weight of what Sevika wasn’t saying yet. The words that hung heavy, pressing down on her, suffocating the warmth they had built here.

"Zaun needs you," Sevika’s voice broke through the silence, rough and tired, like she had fought this battle a thousand times before. "You’re a symbol, Jinx. You think you can just keep playin’ house while Piltover walks all over us?"

Jinx didn’t move from where she sat, her legs crossed on the floor beside Y/N. Her hand rested protectively on their belly, fingers curling into the fabric of their shirt as if it was the only thing keeping her anchored to the moment. She felt her chest tighten at the mention of Piltover. She hated them. Hated everything they stood for. But this—this was different. This was something real.

"Screw Piltover. Screw all of it. I have a family now. A real one." Jinx’s voice was low, but there was an edge to it, something dark and defensive.

Sevika’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t move an inch, but Jinx could see the frustration in her eyes, the tiredness. "Then leave. Get out while you can. Take ‘em, disappear. Because if you stay, this won’t last."

Jinx scoffed, her nails digging into her palm, but she kept her gaze steady on Sevika. "Oh yeah? And what happens if I stay, huh? I fight the war? Kill for Zaun? What do I get at the end of it? Huh, Sevika? What’s left for me when it’s all over?"

Sevika’s jaw clenched, and her gaze hardened. "You think you’re the only one who’s lost something? We all lost people, Jinx. We all had to make choices. You don’t get to just pretend it ain’t happening."

Jinx let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. Just pain. "That’s the thing, Sev. I ain’t pretending. For the first time, I got something real. And you wanna take it away from me."

Before Sevika could retort, Y/N shifted beside Jinx, their voice quiet but firm, like they were certain of the words they were about to say. "She’s right."

Jinx turned her head sharply, her breath catching in her throat at the unexpected calmness in Y/N’s tone. Her mind raced, trying to understand what was happening, what they were about to do.

Y/N met her eyes, their expression steady but filled with so much love. "We should go. Before it’s too late. You, me, Isha—we can leave. Find somewhere safe. Start over. This fight, this war... it’s not worth losing everything."

The words hit Jinx like a punch to the gut, and for a split second, her heart skipped. She felt the weight of what they were offering. A chance to walk away. A chance at something better. But it was a lie, wasn’t it? A beautiful, impossible dream that would shatter the moment the world found out they were gone.

Jinx swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she glanced at Isha, who was sitting quietly on the floor, her little fingers still gripping the chalk, drawing their family once again. Then she looked back at Reader, the warmth in their gaze both comforting and heartbreaking.

Sevika took a step forward, her voice harder now. "You got a choice, Jinx. But you ain’t got forever to make it."

Jinx’s mouth went dry, her mind racing. She opened her mouth to speak, to say something—anything—but the words didn’t come. She was frozen, trapped between the life she wanted and the life she knew she couldn’t outrun.

And then, like a storm, Sevika was gone. The door slammed behind her, leaving nothing but the sharp scent of smoke and the silence that followed. The weight of her words lingered in the air, suffocating, heavy.

Jinx turned back to Y/N, the mask of indifference slipping for just a moment. She forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes, but she couldn’t help it. "Forget her. We’re fine, right? We’re fine."

Y/N didn’t respond right away. They just squeezed her hand, their eyes filled with an unspoken understanding. Their gaze told her everything she didn’t want to admit—everything she couldn’t bear to face.

This wouldn’t last forever.

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And she should have listened.

Hours later, the world exploded.

Her world exploded

The blast arrived without warning. One second, everything was still—broken, yes, but still—and the next, the sky itself erupted, torn apart by a deafening roar that vibrated in Jinx’s bones. The world trembled beneath her feet as a shockwave of heat and sound tore through the air, leaving nothing untouched in its path. It was a force of nature, consuming everything in its wake, leaving only devastation.

Jinx’s heart hammered in her chest, her pulse thrumming in her ears, the world around her a blur of violence. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she forced herself through the smoke-filled streets, where bodies lay scattered like discarded refuse. The air was thick with dust and the sharp scent of burning, the haze making everything seem unreal. She stumbled over rubble and broken glass, feeling the weight of the world closing in on her with each step. She barely registered the cries of others, the desperate wails of those caught in the chaos, her mind consumed with only one thought.

"Y/N! Isha!" Her voice was raw, cracking under the strain as she screamed their names, but the words felt as empty as the air around her. They were swallowed by the chaos, lost to the screaming wind and the rumble of destruction. Every step felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment pressing down on her, but nothing mattered more than finding them. She had to find them. She couldn’t lose them.

The smoke stung her eyes, but Jinx didn't care. She ignored the burning in her lungs, ignored the dizziness threatening to overtake her. She pushed forward, reckless, fueled only by a desperate need to reach them, to save them. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think clearly—just move, keep moving, she told herself.

And then, she saw them.

Through the haze of smoke, she saw them. Y/N, standing over Isha like a shield, their body bent forward protectively, arms wrapped around the child like a barrier. Their figure was silhouetted against the light of the explosion that had torn through the air, the shockwave still rippling outward. For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze, the world around her turning to slow motion.

Reader’s face was twisted in a grimace, eyes wide with fear, but there was something else there—something Jinx had seen in them before: love. The kind of fierce, unyielding love that only a parent could have. And Isha—her sweet, silent Isha—stood there, clutching onto Reader with wide eyes, frozen by the sudden movement that her mother made.

It was too late.

Before she could even take a step forward, everything around her seemed to blur. The world spun, the force of the explosion hitting her with a physical blow that knocked her off balance. Her legs buckled beneath her, her knees hitting the ground hard as she stumbled. Pain shot up her spine, but Jinx didn’t register it. She didn’t feel anything except the deep, gnawing fear that twisted in her gut.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

She crawled forward, using her hands to scrape away at the debris, the sharp edges of broken metal and stone tearing at her skin. Blood dripped from her palms as she clawed through the wreckage, her fingers trembling, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. She had to reach them. Had to make sure they were alive.

Her breath hitched as she pushed herself forward, the smell of smoke thick in the air, coating her throat. "Y/N! Isha!" she screamed again, her voice breaking, raw with desperation. Her throat was raw, but she didn’t care. The pain of her voice didn’t matter. All that mattered was them.

The world around her seemed to stretch and warp, and Jinx’s vision blurred with every passing second. She couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t focus, the smoke choking her, stinging her eyes until she could barely make out the shapes before her. She pushed forward, her body moving on instinct now, fueled only by that single thought: they can’t be gone.

Her hands shook violently as they moved over something soft—fabric, she thought, the fabric of their clothes. She gripped it, but when she pulled, it didn’t shift. There was no movement, no sign that either of them was still alive. Her pulse quickened, a knot tightening in her chest. She reached again, desperation rising with every breath, and her fingers found skin—cold, too cold. Too still.

Her heart stopped.

"Y/N..." she whispered, the name coming out in a broken sob. Her hands pressed against their chest, but there was no rise, no fall, nothing that would tell her they were still there. No breath. No heartbeat.

Her vision swam, and the world around her seemed to crack and fall away, the edges of reality blurring as everything she had feared, everything she had known, came crashing down on her all at once.

She pulled Y/N close, her arms shaking as she held them tight, but the coldness of their body sent a tremor through her. She moved to Isha, her hands trembling as she lifted the child into her arms, but the small form felt lifeless, weightless, her tiny body limp in Jinx’s embrace. She rocked back and forth, her breath coming in frantic sobs, as if trying to bring them back to life, willing herself to believe that this was just a nightmare. That this couldn’t be real.

But it was real.

They weren’t moving.

They were gone.

Jinx’s chest heaved as the reality of it all slammed into her like a freight train. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she held them, trying to make sense of what had just happened, of how quickly it all had slipped away from her. She had almost gotten it right. Almost. They had been so close to having something real, something warm. But now, it was all just... shattered.

Tears blurred her vision, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body shook with grief. She buried her face in their clothes, the familiar scent of them mingling with the acrid stench of smoke and destruction.

She had been playing dollhouse. She had been pretending, pretending that she could have a family, pretending she could protect them. But it was all a lie. It was all just a dream that had been ripped away from her in an instant.

And now? Now, it was all just broken pieces.

Jinx curled around them, pulling their cold bodies closer, as if by sheer force of will, she could bring them back. But the warmth had already gone. The warmth that had once filled her world, the laughter, the smiles, the small moments that had made her feel like she could belong somewhere—those things were gone now, stolen from her in an explosion of fire and fury.

And she should have listened.

She should have listened to Sevika.

She should have taken them and run, gotten out before it was too late.

But now? Now it was too late.

And she was alone.

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Jinx was sitting in the middle of her hideout, the silence pressing in from every side. The room was dark, save for the dim flickering of a broken light overhead. The weight of everything felt too heavy, too suffocating. It had been hours since the blast, since everything was ripped from her. But here she was, sitting in a place that should have felt safe, yet felt more like a tomb.

Her fingers trembled as she absentmindedly pushed the board game pieces around the floor. Her mind was clouded, the world outside swirling like smoke, indistinct and ever shifting. A low hum filled her ears, making everything feel... unreal.

Suddenly, she heard laughter—a sound so familiar, so warm, it made her heart twist. She blinked rapidly, and when her vision cleared, Isha was sitting next to her, drawing with chalk on the floor, her little hand moving in slow, fluid gestures.

Maybe it was a bad dream, maybe it didn't really happen?

“Hey, kiddo,” Jinx whispered, the words feeling strange on her tongue as if she hadn’t spoken in days.

Isha didn’t respond with words, but her hands danced through the air in graceful, slow motions. She signed something—something Jinx recognized, even though it had been too long since they’d communicated like this.

“You’re gonna beat me this time, huh?” Jinx said, trying to play it cool, but the hurt behind her words was evident.

Isha smiled, her eyes shining with mischief, and she signed again. Jinx’s heart stuttered in her chest as she watched her, her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Could this really be happening?

"I think you’re right," Jinx murmured, reaching out to pick up a game piece. It felt odd, like the weight of the pieces wasn’t real. Like they were made of air, slipping through her fingers.

Then she heard another voice—Y/N’s, soft and gentle, but full of teasing warmth. “Jinx, you’re not seriously planning on losing to Isha again, are you?”

Jinx froze, turning her head slowly to look at them. There they were, across from her, a playful smile tugging at their lips, eyes full of that affection they always gave her. Her heart squeezed painfully, but she couldn’t look away.

“I’m going to win this time,” Jinx said with a smirk, even though something inside her knew that wasn’t possible. But it didn’t matter. Not at this moment.

Y/N reached out to lightly push a piece closer, their hand brushing against hers. It felt warm, real. Too real.

“I’ve got my money on Isha this time,” Y/N said, their voice full of that teasing affection that made Jinx feel like the luckiest person alive.

Isha giggled, her small body scooting closer to Jinx’s lap as she grabbed another piece. She leaned against Jinx, looking up at her with wide, bright eyes. Her hands moved in quick gestures, signing something Jinx couldn’t quite understand. But the warmth in the motion, the soft gleam of joy in her eyes, spoke volumes.

“What’d she say?” Jinx whispered to Y/N, not taking her eyes off the kid.

Y/N smiled fondly, their eyes soft with something like nostalgia. “She says you’re going to lose again, but you’re still her favorite.”

Jinx let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. “Typical. I’m being sabotaged by my own family.”

“Maybe we’re just better at this than you are,” Y/N teased, nudging her shoulder with theirs.

Jinx laughed, a sound that felt foreign and raw. She was caught in this... illusion. This perfect, peaceful world where nothing had gone wrong. Where she had what she wanted, where Isha was safe and happy and sitting on her lap, where Reader was right here, with her, laughing and loving her like nothing had ever happened.

But the more she tried to savor it, the more fleeting it felt. The pieces on the board began to blur, the chalk drawings on the floor fading as the shadows around them thickened.

“No fair,” Jinx muttered under her breath. She tried to hold on to the illusion, to keep the laughter alive, but the world around her was unraveling.

Her hands trembled as she reached for a piece, but it slipped through her fingers like smoke. “Wait...” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Wait, no... I... I’m not ready.”

Y/N looked at her, their smile fading, replaced with concern. “What’s wrong, Jinx?”

“I’m—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. The edges of her vision were blurring, her chest tightening. “I’m not ready to lose you.”

Isha signed something, her hands moving with urgency, but Jinx couldn’t understand. The words felt foreign again, the world breaking down in front of her, like sand slipping through her fingers.

“I—I can’t do this again,” Jinx whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t. Please don’t leave me.”

And just as quickly as the illusion had come, it was gone. The laughter, the warmth, the soft light in the room—it all disappeared. The game board was nothing but broken fragments, the chalk drawings faded into the cracks of the floor.

Jinx was left in the empty space, cold and trembling, her body shaking with grief. She was alone again. Alone in the remnants of a life she would never have.

Her hand hovered in the empty air, but there was no warmth, no laughter, no soft touch from Y/N or the mischievous grin from Isha.

"Please," Jinx whispered, her voice breaking as she clutched at the emptiness. "Please, come back."

Jinx sat in the dark corner of her hideout, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as if she could hold herself together. The floor beneath her was cold, but it didn’t matter. The chill in the room couldn’t match the one in her bones. The weight of everything that had happened pressed on her chest, suffocating her with grief she could hardly bear.

The walls seemed to close in around her, the silence too much to endure. Her heart felt like it had split in two, but no matter how hard she tried to breathe, she couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. Every breath felt like a struggle, each one more rugged than the last.

“Y/N... Isha…” She whispered their names like a prayer, a mantra, hoping that somehow, if she said it enough, it would bring them back to her. But no matter how many times she said it, no matter how loud she screamed it into the empty room, they didn’t answer.

The silence in the hideout was all-encompassing. But then, something shifted. The air seemed to thicken, the shadows dancing around her in a way that felt... wrong. A flicker in the corner of her vision, something moving—no, someone.

Jinx snapped her head toward the figure, her heart leaping in her chest, only to find nothing. A sigh of frustration slipped from her lips, and she shut her eyes, rubbing her face as if she could push the hallucinations away.

But it didn’t work.

“Y/N” she murmured, her voice cracking. The words felt like they were clawing their way out of her throat, desperate. And as if summoned by that, the room seemed to change.

In the corner, by the broken window, she saw them.

Y/N.

They were standing there, just out of reach, looking at her with that same gentle smile that had always made her heart ache with warmth. Their eyes, so full of love and tenderness, locked with hers. She could hear their voice—soft, comforting.

“Jinx…”

The whispering sound of her name made her heart stutter in her chest, and before she knew it, she was standing, stumbling toward them with a desperate need to feel their warmth again, to touch them. But as soon as her hand reached out, the figure of Reader seemed to vanish, fading like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

“No... No, no, no, no!” She staggered forward, reaching out into the empty space where they had been, but there was nothing.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fell back to her knees, choking on the sudden, overwhelming grief. She gripped the floor, nails digging into the cold stone as tears welled in her eyes.

The hallucination didn’t fade. Instead, it changed.

Now, it was Isha.

Jinx blinked, and there she was, her tiny, quiet form standing by the doorway, a little girl’s face lit up by the soft, golden light of the hideout. The sight of her—her sweet Isha, the child who had filled her world with joy—made Jinx’s heart ache, her chest tightening with the pain of longing.

Isha was holding a crayon in her tiny hand, drawing shapes on the wall, just as she had done so many times before. A little giggle escaped her, the sound soft and sweet, like the sound of the world still being right. Jinx’s hands trembled as she reached out toward the child.

“Is that... is that a person or a house?” Jinx asked softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. She leaned over, peering at Isha’s crayon drawing, the little scribbled lines barely resembling anything, but to Jinx, it was beautiful.

Isha giggled again, raising her hands in the air, showing off the piece with pride.

“It’s a family,” she signed, her small hands moving gracefully through the air. The words filled Jinx’s chest with a sharp pang.

“Yeah… it’s us,” Jinx said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was trying to hold on to the image, to the memory of that moment.

But then, the figure of Isha blurred, and she was gone, leaving only the echo of her giggles lingering in the air like a soft melody.

Jinx’s chest tightened even further as her throat closed up, choking on the emptiness. She could feel the phantom weight of Isha’s small body in her arms, the feel of her tiny hand in hers. It was all gone now, and Jinx was left with nothing but the ghosts of them.

The shadows swirled, and once more, Y/N appeared. This time, it was different—Y/N was sitting on the couch, smiling at Jinx as if nothing had changed. As if everything was just as it should be. They were holding something—an old record, the one they’d danced to together so many times. They reached out, offering it to Jinx.

“Come on, Jinx,” Y/N’s voice said, so clear and vivid in the air. “Let’s dance.”

Jinx felt the weight of the record in her hands, the warm vinyl smooth against her fingertips. Without thinking, she placed it on the turntable, and the soft, familiar tune began to play. It was the one they’d danced to so many times, the one that made her feel like she was home. Reader rose to their feet, holding out their arms in that playful, inviting way, and without a second thought, Jinx stepped into their embrace. The warmth of their arms around her, the soft sway of their bodies together, the closeness—everything felt so real. So alive.

Jinx closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the moment. She could almost hear their laughter, the sound of their feet moving together, the rhythm of their bodies in sync. She could feel their hands on her waist, guiding her in a slow, gentle waltz.

“Is this okay?” Y/N’s voice was soft, teasing, and full of love.

Jinx could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again, her heart breaking all over as she leaned in closer, her voice choked with grief. “Yeah... yeah, it’s perfect. This is perfect.”

But the moment slipped away. The music faded. The warmth of Reader’s body was replaced by the cold, empty air around her. The figure vanished, and she was left alone in the silent, empty room once more.

Isha’s voice echoed in her mind, faint and distant.

“I love you, Jinx.”

Jinx buried her face in her hands, the tears flowing freely now. She felt like she was drowning. Drowning in the hallucinations of what could have been, of what she had lost. The love, the laughter, the little moments that made her world feel complete—they were all slipping through her fingers, just like sand.

And she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The room was spinning around her. Jinx pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to clear the dizziness that swirled in her mind, but the images of Reader and Isha kept flooding her thoughts, stubborn and unrelenting. She thought she could escape them. Thought she could outlast the hallucinations, but they kept coming—little reminders of everything she had lost.

When she opened her eyes again, the walls of the hideout had transformed. Instead of the peeling, cracked surfaces and cold, dark shadows, the room was alive with color—soft hues of yellow and blue, warm light flooding in from the window. She didn’t know how it happened, but there they were.

Y/N, Standing by the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in their hands, smiling softly at her. The same smile that had always calmed Jinx's restless heart. Jinx could feel the heat of the imaginary sun on her skin, a false warmth that almost felt real. The smell of the tea, warm and inviting, mixed with the scent of something cooking—cinnamon, maybe? The thought made her stomach ache, remembering the breakfasts they used to share. Simple mornings filled with soft laughter and comfort.

Y/N’s gaze shifted to her, their eyes filled with so much love. "You’re quiet today," she said softly, voice tender as they set the cup down and walked over to her. "What’s on your mind, Jinx?"

Jinx’s chest tightened as she stared at them, her throat closing up. The hallucination felt so real, so vividly alive. For a moment, she almost believed that if she stepped forward, if she just reached out, she could touch them. She could hold them, feel the warmth of their skin under her fingertips.

But when she moved, she faded.

Jinx froze, and the world turned cold again, leaving her in the silent, empty room. Her hands trembled as she reached out for the nothingness where they had just been. The tears sprang to her eyes again, and she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… please don’t leave me.”

But it was no use. The room was silent once more.

Jinx collapsed to the floor, her legs giving way beneath her as she gasped for breath, her body shaking with sobs. “I can’t… I can’t lose you…” She pressed her palms to the ground, her fingers digging into the cold stone, desperately trying to hold onto the pieces of them that still lingered in her mind.

The world around her seemed to distort and shift again, and for a fleeting moment, she could swear she saw Isha running toward her, arms outstretched, her laughter like music in Jinx’s ears. But before she could reach out to her, the little girl was gone, vanishing into the shadows like they all did.

Jinx curled up into herself, her sobs echoing through the silence. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you."

Her mind replayed every moment with them—the way they had smiled at her, the way they had laughed, the way they had held her, loved her. And she couldn’t stop the images from coming, over and over, until they were all she could see.

She didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding on.

But for now, all she could do was remember. And mourn.

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Jinx sat in the dark corner of her hideout, eyes fixed on the empty space before her, but it wasn’t empty. In the shadows, her mind played out the scene again, the one she couldn’t shake—the one that had once felt so important, so real. She watched as her past self, full of anger and frustration, stood across from Y/N, exchanging harsh words over something so trivial.

“You’re seriously upset about this, Jinx?” Y/N’s voice was a mix of disbelief and exasperation, their eyes wide with frustration. “It’s not like I meant to leave the door open. I—”

“Yeah? You always do! It’s like you don’t even care!” Jinx snapped back, her chest tightening with emotion. Her voice was sharp, her hands trembling as she clenched her fists. She had been so quick to lash out, so quick to take offense over the smallest things. So stupid.

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, their brow furrowed as she took a deep breath. “It’s a door, Jinx. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal—”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” Jinx’s voice cracked as she flung her arms out, pacing, her anger bubbling over like a pot left on the stove too long. “You never listen, and it’s always about you, isn’t it? You never pay attention, and then you expect me to just forget it like it’s nothing!”

Y/N stepped forward, trying to meet her eyes, their tone softening but still laced with frustration. “That’s not what I meant. I care about you, Jinx. I always care about you. I’m trying, okay? But sometimes you—”

“Sometimes I what?” Jinx snapped, cutting them off, her hands now trembling in fists at her sides. “What, you think I don’t try? You think I’m just some fucking screw-up who can’t do anything right?”

Y/N flinched, the pain in their eyes cutting through Jinx more than any of her words ever could. They opened their mouths, but no words came. Instead, they just stood there, trying to process the hurricane of emotions swirling in the room.

Jinx stood there for a moment, chest heaving as she watched them, eyes burning with tears she wouldn’t let fall. She wanted to apologize, to fix it, but the words wouldn’t come. She turned away, unable to face them, the guilt already choking her.

And then... Jinx wasn’t there anymore.

Now, she was just a ghost in the corner of her hideout, watching from the sidelines as the past unfolded before her.

The argument felt small now, petty and pointless. She was watching it unfold with a bitter taste in her mouth, her chest aching with the weight of the memory. She would give anything to go back, to turn those stupid words into a hug, to have taken a breath and walked away instead of letting everything explode.

Now, all she wanted was to be held again. To feel Reader’s arms around her, to hear them laugh, to hear them tell her that they didn’t care about the stupid door or anything else. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t go back.

She wished that she could go back to a petty argument they had before. She wished that she could get yelled at by Y/N once more for being stupid.

The air around her was thick with regret as she watched herself storm out, slamming the door behind her. Y/N was left standing there, looking defeated, but not angry. Just tired. They didn’t deserve that. Not at all.

Jinx’s throat tightened as she slumped back against the wall, pressing her palms to her face. “Why... Why did I have to be so stupid?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. She wished she had just hugged them, held them close instead of pushing them away with her hurt. She should have apologized. She should have listened.

She had always made things harder than they had to be. Even when everything felt like it was falling apart, all Y/N had ever wanted was to hold her, to love her, to make it better. And Jinx? She had pushed them away.

Her heart burned with longing, the ache sharp and raw. Every word they’d said, every argument they’d had—none of it mattered now. All the petty things, all the mistakes... they felt so meaningless in the face of this emptiness. I’d give anything to be in your arms again. Anything, she thought, her chest tight as the tears threatened to spill.

Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the overwhelming grief down, but it didn’t stop. She could still see Reader’s face, their eyes full of love even in the middle of the fight. And Isha, their little one, is always there with a smile to soften the sting of everything.

Now, everything was just a hollow echo.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx whispered into the dark room, but there was no one to hear her. She wasn’t sure who she was saying it to anymore. Herself? Y/N? Isha? She didn’t know. She just knew she would never make that same mistake again.

But it was too late.

Jinx’s chest tightened as she sat in the corner of her hideout, the memories swirling in her mind. Her eyes were hollow, glazed over with the weight of everything she’d lost. Her mind kept replaying that fight, the stupid argument about a door, the hurtful words she’d said, the way she had pushed Reader away. But now... all of that seemed so meaningless in the face of this unbearable emptiness.

She was alone.

The world around her was suffocating, the walls closing in with every breath, and all she wanted—no, all she needed—was to feel Reader’s arms around her again. The warmth of their embrace, the soft comfort of their voice, the simple act of holding her and saying that everything would be okay.

But they were gone.

A soft noise broke through her thoughts, and suddenly, a familiar warmth filled the space beside her. Jinx’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she thought it was just another hallucination. But this time, it was different.

Y/N was there. Right next to her.

Jinx’s breath hitched as she turned her head slowly, and there, sitting beside her, was Reader—eyes soft, a small, knowing smile on their face, despite the sadness that lingered in their gaze.

“Y/N” Jinx whispered, her voice raw with the pain she had kept bottled up for so long. It was like a dream, like a memory trying to claw its way back into the present. Her heart ached as she reached out, hesitantly, but Reader’s hand was already there, taking hers with a warmth that felt so real, so needed.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them. I never did.” Her hand trembled in theirs, the guilt eating at her.

Y/N squeezed her hand, a soft, reassuring pressure, and their voice was low but full of the love they always had for her. “I know, Jinx. I know you didn’t mean it. You were just scared. You always are. But, you don’t need to apologize for any of it. Not anymore.”

Jinx’s eyes blurred with tears as the words hit her like a wave. The air around her felt thick with grief, with the aching void of all the things she never said, all the moments she had missed. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming surge of emotion that threatened to drown her.

“I just... I was so scared, Y/N,” she whispered. “I was so scared of losing you. But I... I didn’t know how to keep you, either. I was... so messed up.”

Y/N’s thumb gently brushed against the back of her hand, their presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts. “You don’t have to be perfect, Jinx. You don’t have to fight this battle on your own. I’m here. I was here.” They paused, their voice softening. “And I will always love you, even when you’re angry, even when you push me away. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jinx let out a shaky breath, squeezing their hand tighter as if afraid that if she let go, they’d disappear. “I didn’t know how to let you in. I didn’t know how to let myself be loved... and now...” Her voice cracked, and the tears spilled over, hot and uncontrollable. “Now, it’s too late. I didn’t... I didn’t get to show you how much you meant to me.”

Y/N gently cupped Jinx’s cheek, wiping away her tears with the pad of their thumb. “It’s never too late, Jinx. You showed me every day. I saw it. I saw how much you cared, even in the little moments. The way you held me when I was upset. The way you made me laugh when I was having the worst day. The way you took care of me when I needed it most.”

Jinx’s chest heaved with the force of her emotions, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “I don’t... I don’t know how to live without you. Without you and Isha. Without us.”

“Jinx...” Reader’s voice was tender but firm, their hand gently guiding her to look at them, to meet their eyes. “You will keep going. I know it hurts right now, and it always will. But you have to live. You have to take the love we had and carry it with you. And you’ll never be alone. I’ll always be in your heart. I’m not gone. I’m right here, at this moment, and I always will be.”

Jinx trembled, her vision swimming, but she wasn’t afraid anymore. Not with Reader here beside her, not with their hand in hers, not with their love surrounding her like a warm, unbreakable shield. She leaned her forehead against theirs, her breath shaky and uneven.

“I wish I had been better for you,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I wish I had fought for us, instead of... instead of pushing you away.”

Y/N let out a small sigh, pressing their forehead to hers. “You don’t have to wish, Jinx. You just have to remember the good. The love. The moments we shared.”

“I will,” Jinx promised, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never forget.”

And then, in a soft, almost imperceptible shift, Y/N leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Jinx’s forehead. It was a gesture of love, of care, one that said everything they didn’t have to say aloud. One that held everything they had shared in their brief time together.

Jinx’s heart shattered all over again, but this time, the cracks were filled with a bittersweet kind of peace. She didn’t need to have all the answers. She didn’t need to have everything fixed. She just needed to carry them with her, to keep their love alive in her heart, even if she couldn’t hold them anymore.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jinx whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered back, their lips brushing against her hair. “I love you too. Always.”

Im probably going to write a pt.2

i haven't posted in like 12 days SO THIS IS MY REPAYMENT

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"Hidden in Plain sight"

Ekko x F!Reader

WC:1K

Note: I need more Ekko fics.

The sound of water running had always been soothing to you, and it was your escape from the chaos that often surrounded you in the undercity. You loved the quiet moments, the rare calm before the storm. Today had been one of those days where everything seemed to fall into place. You had a bit of time to yourself, a much-needed shower after a long day. The steam filled the room, and you could feel the tension leaving your muscles with every drop of hot water.

As you stepped out of the shower, the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver slightly. Grabbing the first towel you could reach, you quickly wrapped it around your body. But then, your eyes landed on Ekko’s clothes that he’d left on the chair. A small smirk played on your lips. You knew he had left them behind for you, and you couldn’t resist the temptation to put them on. They were oversized on you, the sleeves and legs hanging loosely. But the familiarity of his clothes, the scent of him, wrapped around you like a comforting hug.

Unaware that Ekko had a meeting scheduled, you absentmindedly walked out of the room, fully expecting him to be nearby. But when you stepped into the main space, you froze.

Ekko wasn’t alone.

The room was filled with the quiet hum of voices—people from the underground, people Ekko usually met with. You felt your heart skip a beat. You quickly glanced around the room, and there they were: several figures standing around a large table, with Ekko at the head, his eyes locked onto you.

His usual calm demeanor faltered for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to speak, but no words came out.

The room fell into an awkward silence, everyone’s eyes darting between the two of you. You stood frozen in the doorway, hands instinctively tugging at the hem of the oversized shirt, trying to pull it down to hide more of your skin.

“Name…” Ekko finally managed to say, his voice filled with both concern and a trace of panic. His gaze softened, but you could see the hint of embarrassment in his eyes. “What—uh—what are you doing here?”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you realized what you’d done. You hadn’t intended for anyone to see you like this—especially not in his clothes. But, it was too late now. You glanced at the people in the room, the tension palpable. They were whispering to each other under their breath, likely unaware of what was going on, but it felt like they were all scrutinizing you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, your voice small. “I didn’t know you were… busy.”

Ekko looked like he wanted to say something more, but he caught himself, perhaps realizing how odd it would be to explain the nature of your relationship in front of everyone. Instead, he gave you a reassuring smile—one that was meant to soothe your nerves.

“Don’t worry,” he said, walking towards you with a calm and composed expression, though you could see the faintest flicker of nervousness in his eyes. “Just give me a second, alright?”

You nodded quickly, your fingers still fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt as he turned back toward the group.

“Everyone, if you could excuse me for a moment,” Ekko called out to the group, his voice sharp and commanding. The room fell quiet, everyone seeming to get the hint that they should give you both a little space.

As the others filed out, you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, trying to gather your thoughts. You didn’t know whether you should apologize or just leave. But before you could do anything, Ekko approached, his hand gently tugging at your arm.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling you into a quieter corner of the room. “You alright?”

You nodded, but the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering. “I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this was.”

Ekko chuckled softly, his hand brushing a strand of wet hair away from your face. “You’re not interrupting anything,” he assured you, his voice warm. “Just a little work. You know how it is.”

Your gaze shifted nervously toward the door where the group had just left. “I feel like I just… walked into the middle of something. I didn’t know.”

Ekko smiled reassuringly, squeezing your hand. “They don’t know,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “And that’s how it has to stay—for now.”

His words hung in the air between you, a reminder of the secret nature of your relationship. There was a weight to it, a pressure to keep everything hidden, to be careful in a world that wasn’t ready for what you shared.

“Just… next time, maybe don’t wear my clothes in front of everyone,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, I didn’t exactly plan on this happening.”

Ekko leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Well, just know that it’s only you who gets to see me like this.” He placed a soft kiss on your temple, his hand brushing against yours again. “Now, let’s get you out of here before I have to explain all of this.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the boy who had become both your secret and your greatest source of comfort in the chaos of Piltover and Zaun.

As you walked away, hand in hand, you knew that the world outside wouldn’t understand. But for now, the secret was yours to keep. And that, in itself, felt like enough.

He is such a cutie pie.

I want food.

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Ambessa and reader having a fight?

PT.2

The argument had started small—just a disagreement, a difference in approach. But now, it was something else entirely. Something uglier, something raw.

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing, the lingering echoes of raised voices still thick in the air. Ambessa stood before you, imposing as ever, but there was something in her eyes—a warning, a challenge. And beneath it, something else, something you weren’t sure you wanted to name.

“You are being reckless,” she said, voice low but sharp, like a blade against your throat. “Charging into things without thinking. It will get you killed.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “And what, you think you get to decide what’s too dangerous for me? That’s rich, coming from you.”

Ambessa’s expression didn’t change, but her shoulders squared slightly, her fingers flexing at her sides. A warrior preparing for battle.

“War and foolishness are not the same thing,” she said.

You let out a bitter laugh, but it came out more like a breathless, exhausted sound. “Oh, but I’m the fool here, right?” Your voice cracked, and you hated it. Hated how small you felt next to her, how your words felt like they were hitting a wall, like she had already decided she was right and that was the end of it.

“I did not say that,” she replied, measured, calm—too calm.

You stepped closer, heart pounding. “You don’t have to.”

Ambessa exhaled slowly, as if trying to keep control of herself. “This is not about control,” she said. “This is about keeping you alive.”

Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come at first. Because you knew what you wanted to say, but the weight of it was suffocating.

Then, finally—

“And what if I don’t need you to protect me?”

Silence.

Ambessa stared at you, unreadable, immovable. Then, after a long pause, she said, “Then I suppose I have overestimated your intelligence.”

The words hit harder than any wound she could have given you.

Your breath caught, and you felt it, the sharp sting in your chest, the way something inside you cracked.

Ambessa must have realized it, too, because for a brief second, her mask slipped. Just a fraction, just long enough for regret to flicker across her face.

But she didn’t take it back.

You swallowed hard, looking down for a moment before forcing yourself to meet her gaze again. “I get it now.” Your voice was quiet, but it carried.

Ambessa tilted her head slightly, the closest thing to a question she would allow herself.

You huffed out something that was meant to be a laugh but wasn’t. “You don’t trust me.”

Her jaw tightened.

You inhaled sharply, blinking fast. “I’ve done everything to prove myself to you. I’ve stood by you, I’ve fought beside you, I’ve loved you—and still, you don’t think I can take care of myself.”

Ambessa was silent.

She was always so good at winning. Always so good at knowing exactly what to say, at breaking people down, at turning weakness into strategy. But now, she said nothing.

Because she knew you were right.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “You know what? Maybe I am stupid.” You gave her a small, bitter smile. “Because I actually thought this was real. That I was more than just someone you had to manage.”

That made her flinch. Barely. But you saw it.

You turned before you could change your mind, before you could do something pathetic like ask her to say something, to give you a reason to stay.

Ambessa did not stop you.

And somehow, that hurt the most.

You didn’t cry, not yet. But as the door closed behind you, leaving her alone in that cold, quiet room—she did.

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please write something about reader teasing loser vi and her being flustered

“I’m so screwed”

Vi x Reader

Yeah. She was nervous.

Fighting? Easy. Talking smack? Second nature. Taking a punch? A daily occurrence.

But talking to you?

Absolutely terrifying.

Which is why she was currently standing in front of you, red-faced, shifting awkwardly on her feet while you watched her with barely contained amusement.

“So…” you leaned against the wall, watching her struggle with way too much amusement. “Are you gonna say something, or are we just standing here looking pretty?”

Vi made a noise somewhere between a cough and a strangled laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Uh, well—I, uh—” She cleared her throat and forced herself to look at you, actually look at you, and oh shit, bad idea. You were smirking, which meant you knew exactly what you were doing to her.

She was so screwed.

Vi swallowed hard. “I—uh—” She cleared her throat, forcing herself to meet your gaze. “I was, y’know, thinking maybe we could, um… do something. Together. Like—not in a weird way, but like—a good weird way. Like, not bad weird, just—”

You raised an eyebrow, enjoying every second of this. “Vi. Are you asking me out?”

Vi turned bright red—the tips of her ears, the bridge of her nose, everything. “Wha—? NO. I mean—YES. I mean—” She groaned and rubbed her face, muttering, “Why am I like this…”

You bit back a laugh, tilting your head. “So which is it? ‘Cause I’m kinda getting mixed signals here.”

Vi exhaled, shaking out her hands like she was about to throw a punch. “Okay. Okay. I got this.” She pointed at you—why, you weren’t sure. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Hmm… I dunno. You’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered like this. Maybe I should keep you waiting a little longer.”

Vi turned a shade of red you didn’t even know was possible. “You’re killing me.”

“I mean, it’s only fair.” You shrugged, enjoying every second of this. “You had me waiting forever for this, y’know? Watching you fumble over your words is way too fun.”

Vi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re evil.”

“Oh, I definitely would.” You smirked, stepping closer. “I mean, look at you. Tough girl act? Gone. Big, bad Vi? Reduced to a stammering mess.” You reached up and tapped her chin with your finger. “It’s adorable.”

Vi made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan. “You’re killing me.”

You grinned. “Fine, fine, I’ll take pity on you.” You poked her cheek. “Pick me up at seven, lovergirl.”

Vi let out a breath like she’d been holding it for years. Then, realizing she actually did it, she pumped her fist in victory—only to immediately trip over her own feet.

You caught her arm, laughing. “Smooth, Vi. Really.”

Vi groaned into her hands. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

“Nope.” You shot her a wink. “See you at seven.”

Vi just stood there, watching you walk away, heart hammering in her chest, before muttering under her breath:

“I’m so screwed.”

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hi!! could you write jinx with a reader who’s an international student and like. severely homesick? a fluff comfort kind of situation thank you, i love your writing :)

“Homesick food”

Jinx x Reader

You stared blankly at your phone, thumb hovering over your messages. The last conversation with your family was still open. They had sent pictures—home-cooked meals, your siblings goofing around, the neighborhood you knew like the back of your hand. You had smiled when you saw them, but now, the ache in your chest felt unbearable.

Jinx plopped down on the couch next to you, snapping you out of your daze. Her knee knocked against yours, and she peered at you with those sharp blue eyes, head tilting. “Alright, spill. You look like a sad kitten, and I don’t like sad kittens.”

You sighed, pressing the heel of your palm against your eye. “I just… I miss home.”

Jinx softened instantly. “Oh.”

Jinx’s teasing expression softened instantly. She tapped her fingers against her thigh, thinking. “Oh.”

She didn’t tease or make a joke, which only made the lump in your throat grow.

That was it. No teasing, no trying to brush it off. Just a simple oh. Like she got it.

You had been trying so hard to keep it together, but it felt like everything was piling up at once. The exhaustion from constantly switching between languages, the loneliness of not having anyone who really understood your culture, the small, simple things—your favorite snacks not being in stores, the way people here didn’t say things the way you were used to, even the weather being different. It made you feel like you were floating, unanchored, like you were here physically but some part of you was still stuck at home, desperately trying to reach back.

And the worst part? You couldn’t just go back. You couldn’t teleport to your family’s kitchen table, couldn’t walk down familiar streets with your best friends, couldn’t hear the background noise of your home city. You had to stay here and push through it, and right now, that felt impossible.

The lump in your throat grew. “It’s just—I feel so out of place. Everything here is different. The food, the people, the way things work… Even when I try to have fun, it doesn’t feel right. And I know I’m supposed to be grateful for this experience, but—I just want to go home.”

Jinx tapped her fingers against her thigh, thinking. “Homesick, huh? Yeah, that sucks.”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

Jinx watched you for a second before suddenly jumping up. “Alright! You need a distraction. C’mon.”

You blinked at her. “What?”

“No time for questions, foreign exchange baby! We’re going on a mission.”

Before you could protest, Jinx was dragging you out of the apartment, practically vibrating with excitement. You half-expected her to take you somewhere chaotic—maybe a roller rink, maybe a rooftop where she could throw fireworks into the street. But instead, she led you through twisting alleyways and side streets until she pulled you into a tiny shop.

The smell hit you first—familiar. Your eyes widened as you looked around, recognizing the ingredients on the counter. It was a small, homey restaurant that sold food from your country.

“How did you—?”

Jinx grinned. “I did some research. And by research, I mean I asked people annoying questions until someone told me where to find this place.”

“Found it place a while ago. Figured you’d need it eventually.”

“How did you—?”

Your chest tightened, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness. It was warmth. Jinx practically pushed you toward the counter, nudging you forward.

“Order everything, babe. We’re about to drown your homesickness in food.”

You laughed—actually laughed—for the first time in what felt like weeks. And as you sat across from Jinx, sharing food that tasted like home, you realized something.

You still missed home. But maybe, with Jinx, you weren’t so alone after all.

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"Hold Still, Please"

Jinx x GN!Reader

Warnings:Reader is hurt

WC:575

Note:This has been in my drafts for like 2 weeks by now.

The room was dimly lit, the faint hum of Zuan’s machinery echoing in the background as Jinx paced back and forth. The harsh clatter of medical supplies hitting the metal table was the only other sound. You sat on the edge of the worn-out mattress, biting back a wince as blood seeped through the tear in your side.

“Stay still!” Jinx snapped, her voice sharp but trembling. Her hands hovered over the gauze, shaking so much she dropped it twice. “You’re making it worse, stop moving!”

“Jinx,” you started softly, but she cut you off.

“No! Don’t ‘Jinx’ me right now! You—you’re bleeding, and it’s a lot, and it’s not stopping, and—” Her voice broke into a shaky exhale as she clutched her head. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt. You said you’d be fine.”

You swallowed hard, guilt blooming in your chest. “I am fine. It’s just a scratch—”

“A SCRATCH?!” She whirled around, her wild eyes meeting yours. “That’s not a scratch, that’s—” Her voice cracked, and she pressed her palms to her temples, pacing again. “What if I can’t fix this? What if I—what if you—”

She didn’t finish, but the panic was clear in her voice. The idea of losing you was clawing at her, louder and louder, drowning out anything else.

“Jinx.” Your tone was firmer this time, snapping her attention back to you. “Come here.”

She hesitated, her hands trembling at her sides, but you didn’t wait. You reached out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.

“Breathe,” you murmured, guiding her hand to your chest. “Feel that? I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her breath hitched as her fingers pressed against the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. “But you could’ve… you could’ve died,” she whispered, her voice small and broken. “And I—I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“You’re not losing me,” you said firmly, cupping her cheek with your free hand. “I’m here, Jinx. But I need you to focus, okay? Help me patch this up so we can keep it that way.”

She sniffled, nodding slightly, though her hands were still shaking. “Okay. Okay, I can do this.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of blue hair out of her face. “I know you can. You’re the smartest, most badass girl I know.”

That earned you a shaky laugh, though it quickly dissolved into her biting her lip, focusing intently as she grabbed the gauze again. She worked quickly but carefully this time, her fingers steadier as she pressed it to your wound.

“You scared me,” she admitted softly, not meeting your eyes.

“I know,” you said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, swallowing hard as she tied off the bandage. “Don’t do it again.”

“I’ll try,” you teased lightly, and she glared at you with watery eyes before leaning in to press her forehead to yours.

“You better,” she muttered. “Because I’m not ready to lose you, and I never will be.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised again, your fingers threading through hers. “I’m always yours, Jinx.”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile, though her eyes stayed misty. “Good. Because if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’m tying you to the bed so you can’t leave.”

You snorted softly, pulling her into a hug. “Deal.”

For now, the pain in your side was nothing compared to the relief of holding her close.

Short and sweet

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“Drunken courage”

Sevika x reader

The Last Drop was loud, chaotic, and reeking of sweat, smoke, and bad decisions—just the way Sevika liked it. After the argument earlier, she’d needed space, a drink, and a place where no one expected her to talk.

So, there she was, nursing a glass of something strong, letting the background noise swallow her frustration.

Then you walked in.

Sevika froze, her grip on her drink tightening. Shit.

She thought you’d gone home. After all, you were the one who told her to leave—yelling, pacing, getting that little crease between your brows that meant you were beyond mad. Sevika hadn’t fought back much; she knew when to pick her battles, and tonight, she’d chosen to retreat.

And now, here you were, looking like trouble.

You marched straight to the bar, ordered something way too strong, then downed it like you were trying to set your insides on fire. You didn’t even notice her at first. Just strode up to the bar, ordered a drink, then another… then another. Sevika wasn’t even sure what had you so pissed off anymore. It had started over something small, but like all fights with you, it had spiraled into something bigger. You were mad, she was mad, and neither of you were ever good at backing down.

Sevika sighed, rolling her shoulders. She should’ve left before you saw her.

But she didn’t.

She stayed.

And the second you turned your head, your gaze landed on her.

For a moment, you just blinked. Then your expression twisted into something fiery, familiar.

“You!” you slurred, pointing dramatically. “You absolute, thick-headed, stubborn-ass—do you even hear yourself when you talk?! Do you think before you open your damn mouth?!”

Sevika exhaled through her nose, tilting her glass back. “Here we go.”

“No, no, don’t ‘here we go’ me!” You stumbled forward, eyes blazing, hands moving like you were trying to swat at invisible problems. “You—ugh, you drive me insane, Sevika! Do you even—do you even hear yourself when you talk? You think you’re all big and bad and—gods, you’re so stubborn! And—and frustrating! And—ugh!”

The Last Drop had never been this quiet.

Every gambler, every drinker, every brawler who had ever seen Sevika knock a man out cold with a single punch… was now witnessing you, standing in front of her, absolutely going off like she was some rookie enforcer who’d just tripped on their own billy club. every brawler who had ever seen Sevika destroy men twice her size… was now watching her sit there, completely still, as you unleashed all your fury on her.

And she just took it.

Didn’t argue. Didn’t roll her eyes. Didn’t tell you to shut up.

She just sat there, letting you get it all out, watching you with something… soft in her gaze.

“You always act like you don’t care, but then—then you do these little things,” you accused, voice wavering. “Like making sure I get home safe. Or bringing me food when I forget to eat. Or—gods, Sevika, you act like you don’t give a damn, but I know you do!”

“You always have to act like you’re the biggest, baddest bitch in the room, but when it comes to us? You run!” you accused, hands flailing in exasperation. “Oh, I need to be alone. Oh, I don’t have time for feelings—Sevika, if you don’t want this, just say it! Just—just say you don’t care and I’ll stop wasting my damn time!”

Your voice cracked, and Sevika’s jaw clenched. She wanted to reach for you, but she knew better. You weren’t done yet.

“I—” Your breath hitched, and you swallowed hard. “I just don’t get it. If you want me, just say it. If you don’t, then—then let me go. But stop acting like you can just walk away and I won’t care, because I do, Sev. I care too much and it sucks.”

You were almost crying by the time you finished, eyes glassy, shoulders tense. The silence stretched between you both, thick enough to choke on. Around you, waiting to see what would happen.

Silence.

The whole bar was watching. Hell, they’d stopped pretending not to.

Sevika sighed, slow and heavy, before pushing herself up from her seat.

You immediately stiffened, like you expected her to storm off. Maybe you even wanted her to.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she stepped forward, closing the space between you, her human hand reaching up to cup your jaw. Her thumb brushed over your cheek—so, so gentle.

“Of course I want you,” she murmured. “I thought that was obvious.”

You blinked up at her, lips parting, but no words came out.

“You’re drunk.”

Your hands balled into fists. “No shit, genius.”

“And you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

“I regret you,” you shot back, still fuming.

Sevika let out a sharp exhale through her nose—was that a laugh? Oh, that just made you madder.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, crossing your arms like a petulant child.

Once her laugher died down she exhaled softly. “I’m not good at this,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, just for you. “Talking. Feeling. I don’t know how to say the right things, and I don’t want to screw this up, so… yeah. I left. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Your bottom lip wobbled slightly, and Sevika had to fight every instinct to just pull you into her arms right then and there.

“You done yelling at me?” she teased, the corner of her lips twitching up just the slightest bit.

You let out a breathy, exhausted laugh. “No. But I’m tired.”

Sevika huffed, shaking her head before wrapping an arm around you. “C’mon,” she muttered, steering you toward the door. “Let’s get you home before you start crying in front of a bunch of thugs.”

You grumbled something into her shoulder, but let her lead you out, letting yourself lean into her warmth.

“You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning, and I really don’t feel like dealing with your hungover whining.”

And as the doors of The Last Drop swung shut behind you, the whispers and bets started.

“Never thought I’d see her get chewed out like that.”

“Yeah? And live to tell the tale?”

“Man, she’s so whipped.”

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