#;; canon verse jinx ;;

[mxltifxnd0m]

having a witch s/o headcanons ⟡ s. winchester

pairings: sam winchester x witch! reader, sam winchester x gn afab! reader

word count: 1.8K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', mentions of death and violence, some angst, fluff, dean being dean and not liking witches, [a part of season of the witch verse!]

a/n: ahhh im so excited for this little universe i've created and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i had making it!!

as always enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog! your feedback fuels me <3

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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⟡ before dating you/ how you met: 

the two of you didn’t exactly get off on the right foot when you guys met for the first time 

you taught at the local university in your town, trying to live as normal as a life as you could while being a witch

the boys were on a hunt in the town you were living in, and they thought that you were the witch that was killing the college students (they were your previous students, hence why they came to that conclusion) 

they had tried cornering you in your office after hours while you were working late but you managed to escape their grasp and flee. (you called in sick the next day and canceled classes) 

after the minor altercation the three of you had, you managed to track down the winchesters and confront them at their motel room, and you explained the situation to them (it was a rogue witch from your father’s previous coven that was seeking revenge on your family since they were betrothed to each other but your father had fallen in love with your mother, running away, and then having you)

you knew about the winchesters, who hasn’t? so you knew that they would be hesitant about accepting your help, but you weren’t doing it to help them; you were doing it to save your own behind and save your students 

dean outright refused your help, but sam, being the smart man he was, knew that without your help or knowledge, tracking down that witch would be difficult, so a hushed conversation later (you heard every single word that they said in that small motel room) they had accepted your help on the condition if you ever stepped out of line that they wouldn’t hesitate on killing you 

you rolled your eyes at their threat but agreed (you haven’t killed a human being in all of your years of being alive so you weren’t going to start now, though with dean’s attitude towards you, you just might break that record) 

working with the winchesters was like pulling teeth, but at the end of it all, you guys killed the witch, and the winchesters went on their merry way. 

you were hoping that would be the first and last time you’d ever see their faces, but alas fate is a mistress that you hate to serve, and they ended up at your office, posing as FBI agents once again and needing your help (it was mostly sam asking and dean standing next to him stone-faced)  

you flat out refused to help them, not wanting to be pulled into their world of crazy (your mother made sure you had as normal a life as you possibly could, and you weren’t going to give that up for the winchesters), so you swiftly sent them out of your office   but you weren’t very lucky later that night when sam had shown up on your doorstep and all but intruded on what you thought was going to be a quiet night

against your better judgment, you invited the gentle giant into your home, and you shared the pizza that you had ordered in silence before he tried once again to ask for your help 

it was either the wine you had consumed or his pleading puppy dog eyes (it was probably the combination of both) but you found yourself saying yes to help them 

you swore to yourself that this was the only time that you would help them 

but newsflash, they didn’t end up happening, after that hunt, you and sam had exchanged numbers, and you found yourself texting sam and helping them out with either research or spells that they needed for a hunt 

hell, even dean had gotten ahold of your number and texted you for help (but this was very rare and sam was typically the person to reach out and ask for help) 

then the texts with sam had crossed over from just asking for help and the two of you started to have friendly conversation with one another 

it was nice, being able to chat with him, you knew that sam was kind and intelligent in his own right so the two of you texted each other often before it turned frequent 

months had passed, and you had a tentative friendship with sam but before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the taller winchester and you were a little terrified about it (you knew that sam was generally more open about monsters, but there was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he could always turn on you) 

you became distant with him, trying to be discrete about it but sam was perceptive and called you out on it, and you gave him a bs excuse about it 

turns out that wasn’t enough because a day later, he had shown up on your doorstep like he did when he asked for your help that night and practically confessed his feelings towards you

you were shocked by it, but managed to tell him that you felt the same, you melted seeing the grin that he gave you before he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss 

⟡ dating sam winchester 

at first, the two of you took it slow; you didn’t want to rush with sam, considering that you felt so strongly for him and sam to you

sam also had to deal with dean, knowing how his brother felt about witches, and even if you guys were on decent terms, the two of you had no idea how he’d feel if his little brother was dating a witch. 

so sam kept it from dean, but it wasn’t going to be for long, just until the two of you were comfortable telling him, but considering you lived a couple of states away, you’d hope it be soon because you knew that the older winchester wasn’t dumb and would question sam about his whereabouts if he visited you often. 

the two of you did long distance, which was difficult, to say the least, not seeing each other for weeks at a time, and with you teaching and sam traveling the states for hunts, it left a lot to be desired, but you guys found workarounds for it  

but there was an insistence that sam didn’t respond to your texts for at least three days, which was out of the norm (he usually took a day to respond if he couldn’t find time to respond if he was out on hunts) and so you panicked and tracked sam’s phone to a hospital (which worried you immensely). you immediately high-tailed it to the location where his phone was. you burst through the hospital doors, and dean was waiting in the lobby for his brother to be discharged and was confused to see you here 

then sam came walking (limping) down the hallway, and his eyes landed on yours, and before he knew it, your lips were on his, but he sank into your embrace nonetheless (dean looked at this scene with wide eyes and when you guys broke away, you expected dean to drag you off of his brother and possibly kill you) 

lucky for you and sam, dean liked you enough that you had his permission to date his brother (but that didn’t mean that he pulled you out of the motel room that the boys were staying in and threatened you lightly) 

soon after dean had given his seal of approval, sam asked you to move in with him in the bunker after a year of dating

you almost said yes immediately, but you said you would think about it since that would mean uprooting your life and abandoning a life of normalcy

it only took a week to think it through and about a month and a half later, you were moved into the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas living with the boys was a huge adjustment at first, but you guys eventually found your groove, and you had become an important asset in helping them out on research and spell work 

speaking about spell work, since you were born with your abilities (thanks to your father), magic came easy to you, but you only worked with healing magic and light magic (you studied everything else; it was good to be knowledgeable about all facets of the craft) 

but your healing salves and magic came in handy in their line of work any time they were injured 

you had a separate workspace when working with your craft (you had cleared out an old room that wasn’t being used and they were okay with it) 

you found yourself in that room more often than not and usually sam would come in and just study you as you bustled around the room (his gaze never strayed from your focused face as you worked and found it adorable when you slightly jumped when you looked up from the book you were reading to find sam smiling at you) 

sam never really expressed his feelings about learning about the magic you used, so you were thoroughly surprised when sam came to you asking if you could teach him 

you weren’t sure at first but eventually caved (those damn eyes of his would be the death of you) 

he was a good student and a fast learner, which shouldn’t have surprised you considering you knew how smart he was

but dating sam while you lived with him was a breeze (bar from the fact that even when he was a human heater, he stole the covers often and the little spats the two of you had, which most of the time were solved in a matter of hours and led to great sex) 

it was the first time in a relationship that you felt like you could be yourself for once, having to brush off the side of yourself as a hobby or hide it from your partners 

but with sam, you didn’t need to hide it and it felt so freeing

sam was understanding, compassionate, sweet, gentle, and so many more things that you could rattle off but it would take too long to even explain, but you couldn’t have asked for a better person to be your partner 

he’d given you the pet name of jinx, and at first it sounded like a nickname that dean would have given you, but it slowly grew on you, and he was the only one who could call you that (mainly because you threatened bodily harm if dean had called you by it) 

so in return, you’d given him the pet name of “my heart” which you thought was fitting because he did have it fully and you loved the blush that crept up his neck and bloomed on his cheeks when you called him by it

there were always going to be bumps in the road, and life-ending events looming over the two of you, but you were convinced that if he was by your side and you by his, you guys could do anything 

[letters-to-rosie]

okay but it's kinda funny that in the show Jinx does burn down The Last Drop and I wrote her attempting to do that in a petty way in a fic like 2 years ago

[undefeatedlegend]

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【 էհҽ էվɾąղէ —

Jaekyung turned to the man tailoring his kimono and handed him his black card to pay for everything he needed before returning to Hiroyuki. He then raised a finger at him, indicating to stay where he was as he changed back to his casual clothes.

Minutes later, he returned fully dressed and the shop owner handed him his bag and card before his eyes returned to the other, a smirk on his face...

"Hn, it better work out for your sake. But...thanks for the help. "】

[shimmerbeasts]

Caitlyn walked through the busy tavern, still covered from head to toe with her cloak, as she made her way, sitting on the table that was hidden in the corner of the place. "You are a hard woman to find, Jinx." She said, talking to the other cloaked figure on the table as she removed her hood, revealing her eyepatch-covered face, and a strange smile. "But then again, I did always enjoy chasing after you"

"...how have you been?"

This tavern served different foods than Jinx was used to. While it had been easy to become accustomed to Ionia's meals as they equally regularly relied on fish, there was something about the way things were prepared, which felt completely alien to Jinx. The rolls of seaweed, rice, and a tiny sliver of raw fish were served as appetisers instead of the main dish.

Said main dish rested in a bowl in front of Jinx. Noodles, which were thicker than she was used to, with some minced meat sauce. Zaun's only meat source usually was other people and you could taste that, even if the meat was minced. Eating minced beef was new. At first the richness and fullness of the meals, Jinx had found, had been a bit too much for her frail, constantly starved stomach. It had gotten better these days. Though she still fought a lot with the chopsticks, Ionians used to handle their meals. Her metal finger almost refused to bend properly for those things!

Jinx had been in the process of angling a few sauce-soaked noodles towards her mouth when another hooded figure approached her. The Loose Canon nowadays still wore the shark hoodie, she had worn during the big battle against Noxus and Viktor's robot army. "Do I know you?", asked Jinx, even though the voice sounded familiar.

Her mouthful of food was half past her lips when Caitlyn dropped her hood. Purple eyes grew wide as Jinx involuntarily gawked at the Sherrif's eyepatch. Her smile was strange. Kinder than she remembered it from the last time they had seen each other. Jinx slowly swallowed her mouthful of noodles and put the chopsticks beside the bowl.

I am so tempted to make a pirate joke right now.

She smiled back and said: "Well, the hunt for the most valuable treasure is always the most rewarding, is it not? I didn't expect to ever see you again, Caitlyn. Does Vi know you looked for me? After all, you are pretty far away from Piltover."

She smiled gleefully. Jinx said: "I am feeling better than I have in a long time. I feel lighter, and more at ease. Not even my name feels like it weighs a hundred stones like it did in the past. However, I think I still need to get a better hang of how to pilot that stolen airship. It is fun, but also a bit tricky. I can't really control which way I am flying. But that does harbour a thrill to it. Never know where I end up. I do so love surprises. What about you, eyecap? Still Sherrif of the Pilties?"

[inmergo]

Despite her often brash outward appearance, there was only so much her mind could take before everything felt like it was beginning to drown her. Jinx wasn’t the type of girl who let people close to her; she only needed one finger to count the people who knew her. Everyone else thought she was reckless, which she was in many ways. People insisted she was crazy, more than once she’d overheard comments that people had said. ‘You should do something about her, Silco.’ ‘She’ll ruin everything, Silco.’ And as much as she acted like those words didn’t bother her, they still stayed in her mind. Just another thing to weigh her down in times of weakness.

Yet, as she stood waist deep in the water with her hair loose, floating on the soft ripples. Her fingers skimming lightly over the surface, humming a tune. She knew that in all this messed up world; one person wouldn’t abandon her. He wouldn’t leave her behind. Jinx didn’t need to turn around to know he’d found her, he’d always find her. He always knew.

“Do you think this new world of yours will fix everything wrong with it?” Will it fix me?

Jinx turned and walked through the water towards him, not caring one bit that she was soaked through to the bone. Jinx threw her arms around him and buried her face into his waistcoat. She was safe, safe so long as he was around. Letting go, she took hold of her hair and pushed it into his arms before sitting on one of the crates and looking out to the water. Silco would know, a father’s instinct was never wrong.

"Silly girl," still, after all this time. "Found as ever where her father might be in seeking solitude. I'm afraid you're becoming predictable, Jinx," said in a light, teasing tone that lilts softly with the ripple and rush of the river. His footsteps in his approach had been just as light, if not lighter and barely to be heard; but there was no malice wrapped within the withered, weathered leather of his bootstraps. He'd seen only a girl — his girl, with blue hair far too long and drifting in the gentle tides. This, he knew, was not the first time he'd found her here; nor, he feared, would it be the last. For this he knew he had only himself to blame, as he watched the water splash up against the concrete and steel as she turned to wade toward him. What lurked in their depths was a mystery to most, but what lessons could be learned where the bridge met the shore, and, well — again, he only had himself to blame.

Blame, he pondered, was a self-righteous endeavor that often buried itself in these exact waters. Or so he had learned.

"Suffice to say your question is a hard one to answer." The first suh— had been blown out of his lungs on a gust into the crisp air of the night by her billowing into him. A freight train wrapped in the body of a porcelain doll — and, again, he knew he had only himself to fault for it as he wrapped his arms around her; an instinct from day one — warmth, a message. Fine, long fingers furrowed into the loose locks if only for a moment before she turned her back. Ah, he thought, this too was a familiar scene. Predictable, but never unwelcome. "In this world, we are outsiders from the day we are born." He steps forward, taking the long lines of her loose hair; running his fingers first to evenly pull it all apart into two halves. "It is my hope that our freedom will allow us the integrity and ability to no longer suffer such—” But he stops, a pause. Silco runs three fingers down one side, and begins to braid. "—to suffer." And that alone, will suffice.

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @independentzaun ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Jinx ► random ask = ❝ Seeing Caitlyn, once again, eat that crimson red cupcake she seemed to like so much Jinx tilted her head a bit. "Guess we really do have more in common than we think..." Lips curling into a teasing smile she leaned in a bit. "You know, sis, you can just admit you have a thing for blood. It's okay. I won't judge." Why else would Caitlyn want cupcakes that as far as Jinx was concerned were so clearly supposed to remind a person of that most precious of fluids? ❞

Caitlyn waited at the Sweet Shoppe as she waited for her custom order of cupcakes. She had a preferred kind, red velvet cupcakes with vanilla filling and a sweet cream cheese topping. A hint of cinnamon sprinkled on top and gold flakes for a little touch and it was the perfect kind. A smile touched her lips as she looked up toward the baker. "Thank you so much, you always know how to make the best cupcakes. Here, a little tip," Caitlyn said, passing over the money but also quite a bit of extra as the baker beamed at the generosity of the young Kiramman. Settling outside under one of the umbrellas, she opened up the box with four cupcakes inside. She just wanted one right now, she planned to give Vi one, and the other two if they wanted extra (she would not put it past Vi to gobble down two in a second).

She peeled back the paper wrapping and looked at the brilliant red fluffy sponge-like bread, little crumbs already dotting the inside of the box. She bit into the side of it, enjoying such a sweet treat. The batter had just a hint of bitterness to it from the acid of the ingredients but mixed with the sweetness of the cream cheese frosting provided a tanginess that leveled each other out. It was neither bitter nor overly sweet; just perfect.

Just as she swallowed, Jinx popped up out of nowhere. "Oh Bloody hell!" Caitlyn shouted before taking a breath and pressing her hand against her chest. She needed to put a bell on this girl! "What do you mean? Liking the same cupcake flavor?" Caitlyn questioned, as she lifted her finger to the corner of her lip and cleaned off the stray cream, and licked her thumb. "I do… what?" Her voice carried with her the befuddlement at the explanation. Eyes glanced at the blood-red cupcake, the color dying the tip of her fingers for now until she licked them off as she lowered her shoulders and groaned. "Jinx, how does eating a red velvet cupcake have anything to do with blood?" Though now that Jinx mentioned it, the cupcake color had a very eerie resemblance to blood as she twisted it in her hand.

[vastayan--vigilante]

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[undefeatedlegend]

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Ashen eyes looked over the studio, make-up artists with their assistants in one corner, the stylists picking out clothes needed for the shoot in the other. In the center of the room, of course, was the lighting director and his techs preparing everything for the photographer.

Despite the many noises within the room, Jaekyung could distinctly hear the click of heels walking towards him and his coach. As his gaze shifted towards the beautiful woman, he kept his face neutral.

"No. Can we get this over with? I want to go back to my gym."

He said and ignored the glare his coach threw at him. 】

[shimmerbeasts]

Stalking The Wounded Dog

Following Vi had been a thing of ease.

When an animal was wounded enough, it usually tried to find refuge in some secluded spot where it could bleed out in peace and safe from the leering eyes of predators. Not Vi though. Vi chose to take her wounds and wear them like black paint on her skin, presenting herself for all the leering predators and their salivating jaws as if she was daring them to rip her apart.

While Jinx apparently made a mockery of Zaun's animalism by becoming more than a predator, Vi made a mockery of her heritage by turning her role in the natural order inside out. Vi had not filed down her fangs and claws as Jinx had feared. She had done something worse. She had traded those weapons for bucking hooves and piercing horns. She had made herself a wounded prey animal and she fought with the fear of death against everybody in that ring.

The air in the hall of the underground fighting ring was stale and dusty. The sickly pale green light of lamps installed in the ceiling reminded Jinx of Zaun. Funny how that worked. Ever since her rocket, it seemed some of her home's violence had spilt over into perfect Piltover. The floor had been busted open to expose the rot underneath.

The hall was packed. A sea of people from the lower houses and classes of Piltover. Enforcers, cobblers, traders. All those, who did not have enough money to live in a house of marble and gold. Jinx thought she could even catch sight of the leering, leathery hides of Zaunites with their flashing fangs, rolling tongues and clicking claws. She let herself be pushed forth by the maelstrom, cocooned in a simple greyish-brown hood to conceal her telltale blue bangs and startling purple eyes. The visitors were creating a pooling river from the betting stands over towards the edges of the arena where you could look inside.

Jinx finally reached the betting stand. In a swing sat a yordle with grey skin and sunken, green eyes; his fat, little body was practically trapped in an ugly, bright yellow jacket. Jinx wondered idly if his guts would spill coins as she watched him munch on a few tentacles, riddled with grittle.

"Yes?", he asked.

"Red betting cards", Jinx ordered, her voice quiet and hoarse. She rummaged in her cloak in search of her coin purse and asked idly: "Is it possible to meet the young upstart post-stage?"

The yordle let out a throaty laugh, spit flying in Jinx's face. She remained unmoving, though her nostrils twitched and her lips pulled down.

"You are a fan of our young upstart, eh?", the ringleader said with a slimy grin on his round, bat-like face, "Can see why. That crazy butch has been wiping the competition left and right since she started here. Brought in a nice sum of money."

"In a manner of speaking", Jinx answered the question, "Now can you arrange this or not?"

The yordle shook his head and said: "Sorry, cutie, but normally, we don't do behind-the-scenes meetings. Though maybe I make an exception for you, sweetie. Go all in with something that is worth it. If our violent panther wins, you are free to meet her."

Jinx reached under her cloak again and procured her Zapper pistol. The yordle's eyes went wide. He called: "Oh, that's a fancy gadget you got there, cutie. All in then?" Jinx slammed Zapper on the wood and shoved him in the direction of the yordle. Her voice was like ice as she said: "All in."

The crowd was in uproar as the beginning of the first match drew nearer. Jinx let herself be manoeuvred closer to the edge of the pit. Standing between two other burly men, who almost obscured her from view, a single purple eye stared down at the pit, burning with fever.

The ring leader's voice came over a speaker as he shouted: "Good evening lads and lassies! Welcome to the first round of Piltover's Boxing League! Today we have an exciting match for y'all! Are you ready?" The crowd cheered, whooped and stomped their feet. "In the right corner, we have our defender of the golden belt! Last year's champion! You know him, you love him! Give it up for Thundering Thomas!"

Under a loud roar, a large, muscular man a good two times Vi's size came running into the ring. He only wore a pair of shorts, adorned with the aforementioned golden belt, a heavy leather item, adorned with a giant golden buckle. He had pale blond hair, which looked like he had been struck by lightning once, judging by how weirdly jagged it sat on his head. The man pounded his chest, roaring as loudly as possible while the crowd cheered him on.

Jinx stayed silent, though as the part of the announcement, she was actually here for, came through, she grinned wily. "And in the left corner, we have his challenger! You were just as surprised by her upstart as I was! Give a hearty welcome to the newest and most vicious member of our ring! Don't let her claws hit you. Here is Tigress!"

Excited thrills and whistles could be heard. Someone very drunk in the back row yelled: "Please go out with me!" Jinx gave a derisive snort, however, she gave a hearty clap, her rhythm a similar pattern to the slow clap, Silco had done in the cannery so many years ago. As the yordle prepared to bang the gong, shouting for bets, Jinx merely raised her hand with cold confidence, flashing one of the few red cards in the entire room. She fell silent, purple gaze locked exclusively on Vi as the gong rang in her ears.

@ferinehuntress

[shimmerbeasts]

Seeing Vi press a hand on her stomach in discomfort and avoid her eyes made Jinx want to shove her hand into her sister's mouth. Force her fingers against the roof of Vi's mouth, slamming against the back of the throat to trigger her gag reflex. Her sister had forgotten her carnivorous and cannibalistic nature. Vi ought to taste human flesh. And if it had to be Jinx's fingers as she gasped and retched, coating the Loose Canon's hand in spit, then so be it.

Her sister's words were an insult to hear. Vi was practically denying her Zaunite nature. And for what? Because she wanted to claim some kind of moral superiority? Having nothing to do with Sherrif Charlatan? Ha! Don't make me laugh! You are just doing all of that to impress her. Admit it! Every child in Zaun learned never to throw away anything. You always found some way to repurpose it, to extend it beyond its original use. What else was eating a corpse than giving the survivors to live one more day? To go to bed with a full belly; something which happened far too rarely in the lanes.

"Oh, really?", Jinx whispered as Vi claimed her fangs were still sharp and her claws had the strength to match. She did not even flinch when her sister snapped at her in a brief threat display. Instead, the Loose Canon lowered her gaze and raised her brows up. Pushing her underlip forward, the purple eyes turned into those of a little kitten, making the manic girl look far too much like Powder for comfort.

"Prove it then", she said, "Strike me." I am ready for you now. She smiled and cocked her head, exposing the soft, squishy flesh of her cheeks. The feeling of her sister's hand making contact with her skin rang through her mind and somehow her mania transformed her usual fear into ecstasy. "Or must I turn the other cheek first?"

The tension was starting to boil over, whether that be because Jinx kept goading Vi on or because their differing worldviews meant they were bound to clash eventually. With Vi looming in front of her, hand on Zapper and shoving the barrel downward, Jinx was tempted to angle the weapon at the right angle to shoot her in the foot. However, for now, she listened to her sister's story. Her face dipped into a scowl, the longer Vi spoke.

It would be just like Piltover to think they could just wring the ferocity and monstrosity out of a Zaunite. Stillwater Hold was hell, as many survivors liked to say. Vi's stories matched everything. And even though her indomitable spirit and that iron will to return to Jinx was nothing to sneeze at, the Loose Canon could not appreciate it. Not if it meant giving Caitlyn leverage over her sister. Not if it meant that she owed that Kiramman brat some form of gratitude. Besides, what was her gratitude worth anyway? Stillwater had broken Vi down anyway. And Caitlyn Kiramman had scooped up the broken pieces to make her sister her little plaything.

Vi did not have to ask Jinx twice to shoot. In fact, the moment her sister mentioned them getting into a real fight, the Loose Canon was already hyped up like she had just spotted the brightest fireworks. Her sister could claim that she was still ferocious all she wanted, but Jinx would only believe it when she saw it. Besides, right now, there was no stupid Sherrif following them. For once, it was just them. Exactly how Jinx liked it.

Zapper's hammer slammed against the back of the barrel as she fired a bullet right against Vi's thigh. Jinx twisted herself in her sister's grasp and slammed her boot against the older Zaunite's stomach to get distance between the two of them. She roared with laughter as she twirled her pistol in one hand and lined the weapon up for another shot.

"Bring it, tiger mummy!"

@feraldames

The fact she could see a dead man’s bone being used for a weapon sent chills down her spine. Her sister had eaten him. ATE HIM! It sent disgust down her throat and make her stomach twist as if she wanted to lose the fish her sister had fed her. Her hand pressed up against her stomach to calm herself down, to keep herself from snapping out. Why did her sister love the twisted traditions in Zaun? it disgusted her just to eat someone she didn’t know. They had to do that to survive, but what Jinx did had been wanted and her voice sounded please to do it.

“Do you know how.... I never wanted that for you! And Caitlyn has nothing to do with it. This had been my want. I never wanted to eat other people, never even wanted to eat our parents. They should be buried, return to the earth. Not... our stomachs,” Vi visibly cringed as she hissed slightly. “My teeth are just as sharp and my claws just as deadly; you should know that. I can easily prove it,” Vi snapped her teeth together, insulted by Jinx’s assumption that she had lost her animalistic nature. In fact, she felt more in her skin than she had in a long time. Being free from the prison, from those who leashed her, her power was her own once more.

Vi’s instinct caused her to jump up as Jinx switched gears. The pistol moved with such speed, but Vi’s hand reached out and grabbed the barrel and shoved it toward the ground and hissed. “I do dare!” Vi stated firmly and shook her head with annoyance. “I remember it, Its powder! You were never a jinx!”

The last words stun, as Vi glared and her teeth brandished even sharper. She had no idea what she went through in that prison, the years she spent tortured and starved. Worse than living on the streets of Zaun; Vi had to literally fight every hour, rather than the avoidance of fighting in Zaun. The words were vastly different, and this little girl had no idea what she was saying. “I spent so many years on that ground, trying to find a way out to you. I tried to escape! I swam across the pilt only to be captured, and throwing in the Darkin Hole for a week, and then punished for an entire month. I was beaten any time I said Powder, and I was neglected food. You have no IDEA the hell I went through, so don’t you dare think you understand the torment of my life. It was worse than Zaun, worse than any torment we ever lived with dealing with the enforcers. If not for Caitlyn, I would have never had a chance to escape.”

If only Jinx knew that Vi had originally used Caitlyn, expecting to leave her behind. But then things changed, the moment Caitlyn saved her life from Sevika, staying by her side as she was dying; Caitlyn became just as important to her as Jinx. They both mattered, but Jinx didn’t seem to want to believe that. She wanted to be the only one who mattered when Vi loved multiple people. “I escaped for you! But I don’t even know who you are anymore, and it hurts. So if you're going to be shot me, shot me! Then we’ll get into a real fight.”

[inmergo]

tag drop 01 //

[undefeatedlegend]

【 էհҽ էվɾąղէ ---

Hearing his phone, Jaekyung took it out and scowled at seeing his coach to hurry up or they will end up staying later in the studio and cancel his training. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to let that happen.

The martial artist tuned to the man and scoffed at his question. Might as well ask then.

"Yeah. I need one now, but I cant seem to find one that might fit me."】

@themassmaster

[shimmerbeasts]

Sevika puts her cigar down as Jinx hands her a quite heavy package with a purple bow on top. Sevika eyed the younger woman suspiciously for a moment, knowing very well this could be a prank and just praying it wasn't glitter. "That's a... Pretty nice package, did you do it yourself?" Sevika asks, trying to make small talk as she undoes the purple ribbon and starts to unwrap her gift. "Any special reason? It's not my birthday as far as I know..." Sevika didn't get many gifts herself, even from her parents back when she was a kid, so often a gift would come tied to some sort of favor. Steel eyes meet Jinx's once again before she finishes unwrapping her gift, blinking and looking between the newly unwrapped object and Jinx.

Sevika's mistrust wasn't unwarranted. In the past, Jinx had often made the older woman an unwanted guinea pig for her traps and contraptions to see if her deceptions worked. Sure, at most, the brutish bear got a fistful of glitter blown right into her face, however, the experiences still taught Silco's deputy to treat everything the Loose Canon gave her like a bomb.

This time, there was no deception going on. As far as the Loose Canon was concerned, the time for deception, games and trickery were over. Certainly when it came to someone like Sevika. As the brown woman asked if Jinx had made the package herself, the blue-haired lunatic nodded.

"I know Violet destroyed your prosthetic arm", Jinx said, pointing swift fingers at the metal stump with shredded edges on Sevika's left shoulder, "So I thought I help ya out."

Upon unwrapping, the item revealed itself to be a prosthetic arm, however, at first glance, it did not look like such. The front of the arm seemed to mimic a piranha's short, stout snout with sharp jagged teeth. The maw could be moved and the fangs looked sharp enough to cut through flesh and leave imprints on the bones, if not downright crush them. There was a sleek, narrow, extendable hand in the maw with fully functioning moving fingers. The whole arm was covered in Jinx's graffiti, highlights of green and purple, giving the piranha its eyes, fins and scales.

"You were right", Jinx said, her voice dull, defeated and with a simmering trace of anger, "When you told me Vi had replaced me for that stupid Enforcer girl, I did not want to believe you. But you were right. No matter how much you despise me, you told the truth. You did not lie like Silco and Vi did."

"With Papa dead, the Undercity is gonna have a power vacuum", Jinx continued, purple eyes locked on Sevika, "And you are gonna figure out who fills it. You always do. However, with Piltover likely retaliating, given what I did, we need a direction now more than ever. I don't know who else to turn to but you."

@undercityheathens cont. from here.

[shimmerbeasts]

The longer she stayed in the presence of this ... Metal Fortune Cookie the more her blood boiled! She had thought that nothing could ever surpass the arrogance and self-assuredness of a Piltie, yet this Viktor was determined to prove her wrong! At the same time though, Jinx hated admitting he was right.

She would not have given a damn about the addicts. After all, what else were they than fodder for Chem-Tanks when all was said and done? It was like a twisted form of a life cycle. Every monster eventually reached a time when excessive fighting had dulled its claws and sanded off its teeth. The Chem-Tanks were a form of mercy really, a twisted blessing in disguise. They prolonged your life and let you partake in the circle of violence for just a little bit longer.

"You've lived on the other side of the river for too long", Jinx sneered, "Live like rats. Only a Piltie talks like that! We have our own systems of survival, our own rings of violence. Shimmer slots into that as neatly as our claws and teeth. But I should not have to explain that to you. As a fellow Zaunite, you should be intimately familiar with it all."

But he did not look or smell like a fellow Zaunite, didn't he? He did not look like a Piltie either. That metal exoskeleton and that detached, dispassionate voice, those Arcane powers ... It all reeked of unnaturalness, and Jinx was livid that those addicts were so obsessed with the idea of a miracle cure that their own Vastayan senses did not catch any of this! They should be ashamed of themselves! In fact, why hadn't Hucks done what anybody in his position would have done by now? Find an empty pipe, curl up in it and die!

His next words infuriated Jinx enough that she drew Zapper and aimed the pistol at his face. Her voice was a low, menacing growl as she said: "You don't know the first thing about me or the Undercity. How long have you been smooching it up with the Pilties? To the point you forget violence is as much a part of our everyday life as drinking and sleeping are. Or eating for that matter."

Her gaze drifted over to the sleeping man. Jinx wondered how much meat was left underneath all that metal skin. "Maybe I should just remind you," she whispered ominously and directed her pistol to the man Viktor had just ushered to rest. Her trigger finger itched. It grew and grew, even as the air became heavy with the stinging of nettles, and her skin felt scorched.

"Because you are a Jinx! Do you hear me? Mylo was right!"

The words drowned out any sense of reason, any hope of redemption. Without any sign of remorse on her face, Jinx aimed the pistol and fired. The gunshot ruptured loudly through the air. It struck the man in recovery in his chest and killed him immediately. He didn't even have the chance to scream. Thick irony blood coated the corpse and filled the air with its sickly sweet odour.

Jinx pointed at the pile of meat with her pistol and said: "Go on. You have food. Eat it. Or did your little cure also erase their Vastayan nature?"

Viktor tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes moving between the addicts. Clearly he cared more about this sakes than this conversation for the most part. He was feeling rather...exhausted. That was probably the closest word he could attain to this feeling. The pulling sensation had ceased for now, but there was another guidance deep within. Coaxing him to rest, to close his eyes and...meditate, perhaps? It felt as if he had somewhere to be, but couldn't remember where.

Only when she called out his actions did he glance back her way. "I admit, the first time was a compulsion. But you did not see his face. You didn't see the sheer amount of pain and pleading he had. I don't believe you would have cared if you did." He almost snapped back in retort. "A Messiah? Hardly. I'm just someone who showed them some sympathy, someone who actually wanted to help them rather than allowing them to live like rats."

Viktor tilted his head up, as if to look down on her. It was a very slight action, but poignant all the same. "Of course you weren't to know. You lack of care for other lives presents itself. A pity you use your intelligence for such destruction." Viktor moved around, using his staff to steady himself but it was more a comfort and habit of his than an actual need for it these days. "The irony is palpable. The Undercity tears itself to shreds, you yourself are a part of that cycle, and the moment some sanctuary presents itself, you become hostile and threaten me? If I was to make the wrong move? From what I hear of your actions, Jinx, perhaps it is you you should be warning."

"Now," The staff comes down with a rather echoing thunk. "What have you come down here for?"

[undefeatedlegend]

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【 էհҽ էվɾąղէ —

Early morning on his day off, Jaekyung, alongside with his coach, arrived at the famous behind knowing to have the best photography business in the city. This was supposed to be an important shoot, but Jaekyung didn't know what the theme was going to be about but whatever, as long as he finished it early and he could head back to training.

As they entered the studio, the martial artist looked around as his coach was speaking to someone. He wasn't paying much attention and just wanted to get this over with. 】

[shimmerbeasts]

Isha bounces excitedly where she sits, a smile on her lips as her tiny fists clasp together, watching as Jinx explains every step of the bomb they were building together. She wore her hat, a bit too big for her own head as her small, blue dyed braids peaked out of it. She offers Jinx a nod when she says the last step is dumping a handful of nails. “Your hand or mine?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks down at her own hands, small and chubby while Jinx's were bigger, longer, Isha bet she could fit waaay more nails within her more slender palms. Isha bounced to her feet as Jinx motioned to where the nails were and rushed to go get them, returning with a smile and a bag. She picked up two handfuls of nails and dropped inside the small capsule, picking it up and pulling it close to her face, looking inside with one eye. “It's gonna go boom! And the nails are gonna poke everyone, and make holes in them! Like an angry porcupine!” She giggles and holds the bomb lid, smiling excitedly at Jinx as she closes the capsule, the metal still clean, free of Jinx's usual art, today was Isha who was going to paint and name this one. Her first friend. No. No, it wasn't her first friend. Jinx was. Jinx was her first friend, her best friend, her only friend. “I get to name it?” She asks, looking up at her with big, golden eyes. “And paint him?” She asks, looking down turning the capsule around in her small hands. “I wanna name it Quills…” She smiles wide, looking up at Jinx again.

At the question of whose hand to use, Jinx could not help but raise a hand to inspect her own hand. Sevika had wrapped a bandage around her hand. It still felt alien to be missing a finger. Caitlyn's magical-infused bullet had cauterised the wound in the shot and yet the burn still hurt so much that Jinx could not work on replacing her finger. Not yet. Plus inhaling so much of the grey had weakened her.

"How about we both use our hands, Isha?", Jinx proposed, "One half handful each? Then this little guy has plenty of nails in their arsenal." She gave a weary laugh as Isha rushed to get the bag of nails. Putting a hand on her chest, feeling her lungs strain against her ribs, she gave a soft groan. Hopefully, that weakness of breath would pass soon.

As Isha dumped in nails eagerly, Jinx scooped up a small pile with her healthy hand and dropped them on top of hers. Grinning slyly, she said: "Oh, absolutely. It is gonna go BOOM and the nails will leave lots of little knicks in people's skin. Maybe they even cost someone their eye." She shut one of her eyes, made a weird bleh sound and stuck out her tongue.

"Yeah", Jinx reiterated as if this was not even a question for her, "You are painting them, are you not? So you get to decide who they are." The Loose Canon saluted the little toy. She said: "A worthy name for a strong adversary. Mister Quills, may you hurt many people you come across."

She stood up and got the crayons and paints. Placing the boxes and bottles beside Isha, she said: "Go on. Knock yourself out, kid."

@tiinypowpow cont. from here.