#I am SO HERE for jinx as the princess of zaun

[definition-of-awkward]

arcane s2 how does it feel to have the most gorgeous stunning showstopping women on the screen. I need all of them to tear me limb from limb I need to bite them. sevika choke me pls pls pls her new arm her HAIR her ENTIRE FACE AAAAAAAAA

[monstress]

arcane s2 thoughts

prayinggg we get a no soundtrack version because while i do like a few of the tracks (yes even Enemy!!!), there are more duds than hits and they take me out each time

also obviously i'm a Jinx Is Alive truther because of the ending scene of cait staring at the air ducts to the hextech tower fiddling with a fragment of her bomb...come on. jinx has said in the start of the season that she wanted to leave piltover/zaun and with isha gone and her sister happy, she can finally do that

i am very invested in jinx and vi's relationship so when jinx without any hesitation chose to let herself go from vi's grasp and destroy warwick (both something that vi could not do) which in one fell swoop legitimizes her agency, protects vi from a monster, saves vander from eternal hell - i'm like yea...[sniffs] that's a redemption arc baby

jinx and vi. piltover and zaun. they'll always be sisters...yea....

i admire the open ending with the airship. but she did say she'll ride one of those things one day. yay.

maybe an unpopular opinion but i liked cait this season. finally some bite and controversy and trauma to her choices. she was way tooooo comfortable in s1. while she's still a cop, at least she's interesting now!

also ok....yelled and hollered when lesbian sex is finally happening. rejoice guys - i thought we will never get it

the writing pace of this show is bonkers and i understand they need to keep it tight because of animation budget but what the helllllll was that viktor machine herald speedrun. it felt like it needed a good one more season to incubate and i was overwhelmed with that + jayce's heel turn + mel's superpower reveal like hold on hold the fuck onnnnnn what does this meannnnnn

gay sex in hextech void deus ex machina goes crazy tho

like oh yeah i am cosmically tied to only one man in this world and he alone can guide me to the error of my ways in any universe

ok!

mel being the most specialest princess in the entire world seems right imo. i can easily be riled up to sycophantic fervor to serve in her army just say the word ma'am 🫡

let's not forget the tragic irony that Mel was exiled by her mother and has tried to carve her own path through diplomacy and peace in defiance but ends up finding herself sitting in her mother's steel ship in her colors with her army with so much power in her veins and now leaves the city she loved that her mother ruined too. mel merdada one of the characters of all time......

and i am a number one sap so!!!!!!! the flashback scenes this season got me hurting real bad. when i thought i was devastated by Remember Me...here comes s2e7 to punch me in the gut

the fact happiness and normalcy was possible for powder...the fact that powder will never use hexcore because of what happened to vi and it made all the difference. vi's death unknowingly protecting her sister (and the world!) from beyond the grave...i am sobbing my eyes out

also as a season one timebomb shipper, thank youuuu arcane writers i didnt expect this at ALLLLLLLLLL???? it was written like everyone knows they were an item except themselves??? i have done nothing to deserve this but thank you

UPDATE: i hv been informed that they are already dating in the alternative universe from background details. even more delicious

i am just happy to be here and prepared to be devastated

vanderco Real. like don't even waste your breath to say they aren't when they look like they are glowing in domestic bliss. what's some light stabbing and drowning between married couples amirite fellas

claggor and mylo!!!! i didn't expect to get emotional seeing them since idrc but seeing them grown up like ohhhh these are vi and jinx's brothers...and they'll never know this life...okay.....

the alternative timeline pretty much put a bandaid to the pain and suffering for the past 2 seasons and as contrast for more suffering. i love it. the writers are so diabolical

heimerdinger sacrificing himself for ekko is ok for me lol idc abt him goodbye cheesepuff

i still need to process the Ambessa vs MelCait fight. im quite sure there's some great parallels there

but Ambessa as a character is sooooo fascinating. while i hv qualms making a prominently Black character be an imperalist warlord (othering her with her accent too), Ambessa i fear is so so very cool and i was slightly rooting for her ngl like i can't hate a cunning ambitious woman it's against my nature!!!!!

i am gonna think abt mel holding up ambessa like repin's painting of ivan the terrible for a longggg time

side note: i love that sevika finally got what silco wanted all along - a seat at the (council)table. like that's my wifeeeeeee. lib ending i know i know since the best ending is a free state of zaun but like narrative wise it would notttt make sense at the point of time. but also since they never confirmed anything, i wanna say they'll have a go at dismantling the power structure that is oppressing zaun with sevika keeping an eye on it. not a perfect solution but i'll take it rather than leave it

so will i watch another show on LoL?

mmmm.......anyways guys watch Penelope of Sparta!

[sevikasangel]

❥๑𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 — demon! jinx x f!reader where she finally catches her prey. there's an old saying that you cannot outrun your demons...but at least you could invite it to dance.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: demon au + shadows.

— contains: f!reader, death threat, fear, n sfw, fingering, degrading, bottom reader.

— a/n: dedicated to and requested by @ladylusts-world. had lots of fun with this! hope this brightens your day, darling! 💗

— word count: 2,3K

“come out, come out, wherever you are..”

your erratic breath and the overwhelming noise of your frantic heart ringing in your ears, almost like the blood flow was a tempest, was everything that your mind could apparently wrap itself around. with trembling hands, you clutched the walls, dragging your fingers through them as you clutched the wall in order to turn on the lights of your crappy piltie apartment. you shrieked at the ticklish feeling of a tiny spider that slipped through your fingertips. well, this was the only thing you could afford. even a spider-infested egg apartment in piltover is better than the hood you lived in zaun.

however, now you have no time to howl and whine about your low-class life as you should be directing your attention to the creature that stalked you through the dark, cold alleys on that empty night. working for demon hunters must’ve been the most stupid shit you submitted yourself to for some humiliating amount of money. bills don’t pay themselves and you didn’t want to go back to zaun. you couldn’t, actually. you weren’t exactly a person to whom they were very fond. cheating on card games and going so far as stealing sevika’s wallet weren’t forgivable for them. you did this to survive. an orphan who used to be homeless didn’t have many options to change her life. that didn’t matter to them. most of them also had a fucked up past. you were just another pathetic criminal, robbing and selling your morals in order not to be devoured by the bigger fish.

sighing and drowning in fear, you finally flicked on the lights in the living room. however, once you did so, your soul almost left your body and your heart leaped straight to your throat. you felt like screaming and running, but you were frozen in place, your brain going into fight or flight mode.

“are you lost, princess? you know, it’s not very polite to just run out of playtime just like that…last i checked, we were still playing tag…and i am it.” there jinx sat in all her demonic glory. her legs sloppily spread and her arms slumped on the arms of your chair. her eyes were glistening red as she eyed you up and down like the prey you were. “well, here i am.”

you gulped and stared at the blue-haired creature with wide, fearful eyes. her blue and pink nails tapped incessantly on the wooden table, making you flinch and form goosebumps all the time.

“your effort is admirable. really. but it’s useless! the dumb girl thought she could chase me?” jinx laughed out loud at your pathetic state. “track me down for the big bad hunters to catch me…oh, boo hoo, guess who’s getting the chase now? you still have no money, sweets. no money and soon to be six feet under.”

the wind fanned the blue strands of her hair softly and it made her almost look angelical. that’s the irony, you thought to yourself. your feet almost gained life by themselves and you bolted away, trying to get to the front door. you panted heavily and screamed at the top of your lungs. you almost thought jinx would let you out and you could have another chance. you glanced over your shoulder for any sign of her. nothing. however, you had no time to celebrate since you collided right against lean muscles and tripped over, falling on your back on the cold floor. now standing before you, jinx smirked and glared down at you.

“aren’t you tired of running, toots?” she mocked with a pout.

“no! please, let me go…i-i…i made a mistake. i just needed the money, t-they used me. please. please, don’t kill me. i can’t just stop trying to make it out alive!” you pleaded desperately and the demon girl’s grin only became wider, her eyes almost alive on her face.

“i am tired of chasing. game over, little one.”

you pushed yourself to your feet once again and stared at jinx with hopeless eyes. she was a demon, after all. you were nothing but a human mutt who couldn’t do anything to save your own skin. why struggle so much, why walk through fire to save your life, when death would always find you? shit, you thought to yourself.

“can you at least kill me fast?” it was your only request. the words sounded funny to jinx as she just began laughing, her hand grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. you flinched and shut your eyelids tightly, awaiting her strike.

“who said i will kill you…now?” your heart felt like it would fail you anytime. your legs wobble and a cold shiver goes up your spine. hope was cruel. “i am willing to bargain, sweetheart! if you play by my rules, i might just let you live! thrilling isn’t it!?” jinx almost squealed in a cheery voice.

you stared at her and gulped, hands tightly fisted on your sides. the sight of you so fearful and scared awakened a fire in jinx. she loved the hunt. she loved when her lambs were begging for their lives because she had that control over them.

“and what do i have to do?” jinx smirked and you yelped as she dragged you back to the living room. for a slim and short girl, she was rather strong. you assumed it must be her powers. escaping her was literally impossible. so you just needed to embrace your future and believe she was telling the truth. it was your last hope.

and you were grasping it earnestly. you’d survive by yourself all your life. nobody was there to save you but yourself. how come this would be any different now?

jinx sat down on your armchair and lifted her arms, taking them to the back of her head as she relaxed on the furniture. her eyes shone brightly like rubies as she devoured your figure with them.

“turn on your record player…i wanna hear some rock n’roll, sweetness.” with trembling hands, you immediately attended to her request and reached over to turn it on, then chose a ‘she wants revenge’ disco. soon, the soft guitar swallowed the room as ‘out of control’ began playing.

“w-what now, jinx?” you asked with a scared tone.

“now…take off your clothes.”

“what?”

“i said take off your clothes. don’t make me repeat myself, toots, you are boring me to death and that’s very dangerous.” she sighed and you immediately complied. your hands shakily undid the buttons of your shirt and you ripped it off, your skirt following. as you were about to slide off your stockings, a hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your actions. you looked up to see jinx standing in front of you again. “keep these. these…these are staying, sweetheart. you ain’t taking them off, they look so juicy on you.”

“how are you so fast, i-i didn’t even see you stand up!”

“you are so entertaining, little one!” jinx laughed. “i am not human. nothing about me is human. not anymore.”

her small hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. your bodies were now flush together as she began swaying her hips with yours. it confused you and jinx seemed to catch on to that.

“i want to dance with you, sweetheart. if you please me, i might just let you go.”

shakily, you laced your fingers with hers and relaxed a tiny bit as she wrapped her arm around your waist, leading the dance as you both turned your living room into a ball room. the guitar and rock sound didn’t match the energy of your slow dancing, but it was fairly intriguing. it was sensual, erotic, even. the danger did seem more appealing to you now. this is a rather better way to die instead of being killed off with a bullet to your skull from someone you robbed in the past. your life wasn’t so glorious, but your death could be.

your grip on jinx became tighter and you put your head on her shoulder, sucking in a breath to inhale her scent. you wanted to feel her entirely. she smelled like the perfect mix of sweets and gunpowder. your breath fanning against jinx’s neck did things to her and you could hear her growl in your ear.

“i could find a better use to you than being dead, (y/n)...”

“i am yours. do as you please, jinx.”

that’s all the answer she needed to just throw you against a wall. your back slammed against it and you grunted, though before your brain had time to register the pain, jinx pressed her full body against you. her hand grabbed the back of your neck and tugged your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss.

her devilish sharp tongue slid into your mouth with ease and took dominance of yours. the grip on your hair led your face however she wanted. your breathy whimpers and how your touch on her faltered made her skin catch on fire.

"a-a h! jinx! jinx!” you moaned directly into her mouth when she slid her thigh between yours, her free hand gripping your hips and making it roll so your damped underwear humped her skin.

“that’s it, darling. that's my name. who makes you feel so fucking good, huh? i barely touched you and you are so desperate for me,” she moaned and reached over to unclasp your bra. “fuck, just look at these…so perky and delicious...fucking beautiful titties. they are all mine now. tell me who makes you feel like this…” she groaned and leaned down to capture your nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking it as her free hand groped your other breast.

“jinx! jinx!” you whined and gripped the walls, your fingernails scratching the yellow tint, desperate to hold onto something. eventually, you held onto her instead. reaching earnestly for the demon, your fingers grabbed her back, nails scratching the exposed parts. this made her go feral and pull back.

“you are such a good girl, you’re so much more fun like this, huh? i like it when they are needy. the sluttier, the better.” she breathed out.

you released a surprised gasp when jinx just tore your panties in half, leaving you completely displayed to her, with nothing but your stockings on. she looped one arm beneath your thigh and put it over her hip, hand sliding between your bodies to rub your slit. you let out a surprised whimper and jinx smirked.

“so fucking wet you are, pumpkin…hmm…” she took off her fingers for enough time to shove them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on her hand. “how good of a whore you are, darling. such a messy little pet i get to break, all mine, all for myself. no one else 's."

after she pulled it back, jinx returned her hand to its previous location. wet digits rubbed firm, fast circles on your clit. a hoarse scream left your throat and you bent forward, almost falling onto her, but she was strong enough to keep you up against the wall. your nails drew blood from her back and you were so overwhelmed that you bit her shoulder, jinx grunted under her breath and pushed two of her fingers into your starving, dripping hole.

her free hand gripped your chin tightly and forcefully pulled your face up so you were staring into her eyes. your legs were buckling beneath you and all you could do was moan. her fingers felt so good inside of you. each time she pounded into you felt like all thoughts in your brain were becoming jelly.

“don’t dare look away, princess. eyes up here, right on mine,” she chuckled and leaned in to spit directly into your mouth like it was nothing. you hissed and immediately swallowed it, feeling it go down your throat like the finest wine. “good girl. such a good little fucktoy i found all for myself. you feel so tight around my fingers. if only you could see how fucking pretty your little pussy looks swallowing my fingers, darling…mmhm, i might just become addicted.”

with her thumb and accompanying the rhythm of her finger-fucking, jinx began doing clicking motions on your clit, your eyes glossy and glued onto hers, mouth open as a series of drawn-out cries and dragged moans left your throat. you shook and rolled your hips, desperately chasing your so-needed release.

“fuck, you look so beautiful. cum. cum for your new owner, pumpkin. cum like the slut i turned you into…”

her command was all it took for you to release. you came like you never did in your life. you fucked her fingers through your aftershocks, still releasing needy whimpers as your whole body seemed to become overwhelmed with pleasure. you nearly collapsed in her arms, but jinx held you up.

her smirk was stamped on her face as she took in the marvelous sight of your ruined self. she did this to you. and she needed to see it again. not now, she didn’t want to break you that much. you were the best she’d ever had. you would be screaming her name again tonight, but right now you needed some aftercare.

jinx brushed the hair strands from your face and leaned in to kiss you deeply on the mouth, free hand still gripping your chin.

“i was going to kill you, but i found a much more promising use for you instead, toots.” she breathed out with her forehead against yours. “and i will not let them hurt you either, darling. nobody gets to kill you but myself. but i am not going to. not yet, at least, sweetheart. i wanna see how much further i can break you.”

❥๑TAGGING: @enforcermoss , @petitedeer , @ladylusts-world , @slutformommy793 , @mukurosbracup, @compressedwaterbottle.

[undercity-princess]

Jinx's Christmas story.

Lux briefly wondered whether she really was in the right place. The address seemed right and she followed the directions meticulously.

Still the shop in front of her seemed to be out of business. She tried her luck anyway and shouldered the heavy door open.

‘Hello? Is anybody in? I have been referred to your services to acquire special items’ she called in the empty, dusty room.

Pink glowing orbs appeared in the darkest corner. Too late she realized that they were eyes.

‘Referred, huh? Whoever referred you must have either a bad humor or a need to see you dead to send you my way’ The voice belonged to a scrawny young woman who stepped into the light now. Her long blue braids swirled  the dust her steps raised.

Lux took a step back ‘E-excuse me?’ Her hand tightened around her staff, so far still hidden under her cloak. She caught herself. The woman could be no older than herself and should be no match to her in corporal strength. She had a small gun strapped to her, but seemed otherwise unarmed. She straightened, now towering over the bluenette, set her politest smile in place and started again ‘I am looking for a magical artifact to direct magic and focus it. I was told you could obtain anything and if not you could build it.’ Her voice was firm but friendly.

‘You really have no idea who I am, do you?’ the other snarled ‘Whatever I don't care about your magical whatever, get the f out of my shop! I’m not some little servant to posh blondie princesses.’ She turned to retreat back to wherever she came from.

‘But I can pay a good amount for your services!’ Lux tried again ‘My travels have been long to find it and I really am desperate by now. The piece is needed direly! Please, if you could find it in you to help…’

‘I will find it in me to shoot you if you don't get out of my hair right now!’ The other all but growled at her.

Lux knew better than to stay and left hurriedly.

Jinx puffed a breath out of her nose, now that the blonde foreigner finally left. Who did she think she was? Coming to her turf, commissioning her like some handyman.

The inventor pulled her backpack from behind the counter and left too, too irritated to keep building fickle igniting mechanisms.

She strode with purpose, hoping to make her way home quick and undisturbed.

Today was not her day. A small girl, maybe 10 or younger and even more scrawny than her approached her, begging for food and spare. She hissed at the child and continued her way home.

Times of day held no real meaning in the ever gloomy chemglow of Zaun so she just decided to go to sleep. She undressed and dropped in her bed.

Jinx awoke to the feeling of being watched. When she opened her eyes, Powder hopped on the bed next to her.

‘Can’t you leave me alone to sleep! I’m so tired of the company in my head!’

At first Powder just looked at her, then she spoke. ‘There will be three more ghosts. But only for tonight. They'll show you how much you shut everyone out and what will happen if you keep going like that. Be prepared’ With the last remark she hopped from the mattress and dissolved into thin air. Jinx groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Whatever.

Sleep reclaimed her quickly

The antsy feeling woke her once more. Again she shot up and with Zapper out. On the foot of her bed stood a woman. She looked oddly familiar, even if Jinx couldn't put her finger on it.

‘Who are you?!’ The gun woman demanded, weapon still raised.

‘I am the ghost of Christmas past’ the woman answered in a warm tone. ‘I am here to remind you’ she stepped closer, moving her hand to touch Jinx.

The bullet fired flew right through her. Jinx laughed grimly ‘Ok, I don't know who you are, but you're in my head, clearly. Make yourself at home, meet the others, but I'll go back to sleep now.’

Just as she wanted to turn, the ghost’s hand met her shoulder. 

A feeling quietly similar to hex acceleration hit her and suddenly she stood in a small, dingy room. She took the scene in. A family of four around a Christmas tree. The father, skinny and dark haired, the mother with her purple braid over her shoulder. And two kids. One with short bright red hair holding a baby with the same shade of blue she had herself.

They came to life like a record that was just set to start.

‘Don't you want to open your presents, Violet?’ The mother asked. 

The redhead shook her head ‘All I wished for I already got! I really really really wanted a sister and finally I have her!’ She held the baby closer to herself ‘You are the bestest present ever, you hear me pow?’

The scene stopped again. Before Jinx could speak, she got pulled away again. Now she was in the basement of the last drop, again it seemed to be Christmas. She remembered. They never had much, but Vander made sure they had a feast and at least one present each. She watched, her heart beating painfully

‘I go first, because I'm the coolest!’ Mylo stated. ‘Next Vi, cause she's our leader, then Clag. Powder can get the leftovers.’

‘No fair!’ Powder cried. Vi picked her up and gave Mylo a light punch on the arm.

‘We’ll wait for Vander and then he will tell who goes first, damn idiot!’

Powder clung to her older sister like a baby monkey.’

She continued to watch them make jokes and enjoy the festive setting. It hurt how much she missed this.

Again she was pulled, this time to a more recent Christmas. It had been last year, up in Silco’s estate on a cliff outside of Piltover. They rarely went there, but Christmas always brought them there. The tree was enormous and the presents underneath were plenty. Slico, his closest, the chembarons and herself were situated around a long table eating like topsiders.

Silco leaned to her ‘You can open up all the presents on the left. When the barons are gone, you can have the rest. Those are not for them to see.’

She smiled up to him ‘left now, right later, got it’ 

‘Good girl, I'm sure you'll have all your wishes fulfilled’ he said.

‘Even the childish ones?’ Jinx wondered.

‘What kind of caregiver would I be if I'd not entertain even those on a day like this?’ He smiled back at her.

Jinx watched her younger self tear through numerous boxes, still blue eyes lit up with glee.

With a blink she was back to her bed, alone. She dropped back and groaned. If Powder was right, she had one ghost down, two more to go. She thought of ways to evade them, considered staying up, but sleep pulled her back under.

At her next waking, she was prepared. She looked at the new ghost plainly ‘And you are?’

‘The ghost of Christmas present’ he said. He wanted to continue, but Jinx interrupted.

‘Whatever, let's just go!’ She had no patience for this.

The pull brought them outside the Kiramman estate. They looked in through the big windows. Based on the people's looks, it could be just now.

Vi was there, holding hands with Caitlyn. Caitlin's father and her mother, who had survived Jinx’s attack on the council by sheer miracle. She sat in her wheelchair laughing, not at all perturbed by Vi’s presence. After all Jinx had done, they still had opened their arms to a trencher, her sister of all, and welcomed her in their family. Vi and Cait excused themselves and stepped on the patio.

‘Please don't get me wrong, Cupcake, it's just… Even after all, I wish I could spend the holidays with her, you know? I already missed so much time and now…’ Vi swallowed and looked up at her taller partner.

‘I can't say I know how you feel… But I think I understand. Christmas is a family holiday and she is  your family.’ Cait said. ‘If we just manage to bring her in and get her help, maybe you get to have another chance to see her on holidays‘

‘Think your parents would let me?’

‘They wouldn't be thrilled, but they both know that she needs help and could get better…’

The pull brought her elsewhere. She stood outside a small house that looked on the verge of collapsing. This was one of the worst parts of Zaun, near the Glasc factories. The smog was hard to beat, even for Zaunites.

Inside there was a family of seven. She recognised one of them. It was the girl that had bothered her a few hours ago.

‘Why is it not Christmas now?’ Jinx wondered.

‘Oh, but it is!’ The ghost answered. They are simply too poor to celebrate. Too tired as well, probably. Some of them are working right now, she has 13 siblings. They work in the factories as soon as they walk. They don't know holidays or birthdays. They only know work and sleep.

Pulled again, she stood on the wall above the firelight base. She looked down at the festively decorated tree in the middle, full of colorful baubles and garlands. Down below people were buzzing around. There was food shared with everyone, presents given to friends and family.

She spotted Ekko standing alone at the mural of the lost. He lifted his cup in salute to the painted on faces and drank up. 

His voice somehow carried up to them ‘Man, I miss you… All of you…”

The latest pull brought her to the entresol. There they looked into an apartment. It belonged to the blonde woman from earlier.

She had no Christmas tree, there was only a potted plant with one lonely bauble on it. It wasn't even hanging, it was just wedged in between the leaves. The woman sat slumped at a table scattered with books and papers. She looked tired and weary.

‘Why is she all alone?’ Jinx asked the ghost. He seemed to know everything.

‘Her family is in her home country. She can't return because she is a mage and they hunt them down there. Now she needs a device to help her channel her magic because she never learned how to. She wants to do good but is lost in her search. Her hopes were really high, given that she going a place where arcane magic is harnessed and used on the daily’

Jinx chewed on her lip, regretting her harsh behavior.

She was back in her bed. Two down, one to go. This time she didn't fight sleep.

The third ghost didn't speak to her at all. 

The pull brought her to the ruins of a house. She looked around, trying to map out the former layout and make sense of the surroundings. 

It hit her like a brick. This once was the Kiramman estate. 

Jinx heard weeping from behind crumbling remains of a wall and followed the noise.

There on the floor a woman knelt. She looked like Caitlyn, but some years older. She wept and wailed as she held older Vi’s lifeless body. 

Tears sprung into Jinx’s eyes. She nearly missed another body, just as lifeless.

It was her own. 

The scene made grueling sense now. It looked like she had blewn the house up with Vi and herself in.

‘That can't be right!’ She yelled at the ghost. ‘I’d never hurt Vi! You're a liar, you're trying to trick me! You…’ 

A booming voice, coming from everywhere at once, silenced her.

‘THIS IS WHAT SHALL BECOME OF YOU IF YOU DON'T STEER FROM THIS PATH THIS INSTANT!’

Jinx woke in a cold sweat. She couldn't remember how she got back, but it had shaken her to her core.Getting up and ready happened in record time. 

She grabbed two experimental contraptions and exited her house excitedly.

As hoped, the little girl from yesterday was begging again, in the same place. Jinx approached her and gave one of her contraptions to her.

‘Wait here. When the red light flashes, press the button. You get me?’

The girl nodded confused. When Jinx left she looked after her, too tired to make sense of her. She hopped on the pedestal of the Vander-monument and waited for the light, hoping she wouldn't fall asleep.

The loose cannon was off to Piltover. There she found one of the posh castle-like houses, looking for the biggest dinner table. When deemed found, she broke in and set up her machine. She pushed the button and waited for the little girl to open the portal. When hex blue sparked, she lifted the table On each side to put a small wheeled board under each leg. The moment the portal was ready, she pushed and let the whole feast roll through, right into Zaun. This would feed a lot of people including the girl. Jinx just hoped she had deep pockets to take some home.

Barely waiting for the portal to close the bluenette made a sprint for the entresol, banging on the door of a certain blonde. 

When Lux answered, Jinx told her to come to the shop later to measure her magic so she could build a focal device. And if Lux wasn't already perplexed by then, Jinx's request for pen and paper might have done it.

She used the utensils to write a letter to Vi, inviting her to talk. Not to her place, yet, but a shared secret spot of old days.

She sneaked into Vi and Cait's shared room and left the letter visible on a vanity.

When she made it back to Zaun, people were celebrating around Vander's monument, feasting, singing, laughing. There were children who had a full belly for the first time in their lives.

The inventor retrieved her device from the little girl who was happily shoving mashed potatoes in her face.

Jinx helped herself to a handful of grapes and left, silently slinking home.

She did not believe in gods or divine guidance, but she hoped that she'd find something or someone to help her stay on a path away from the future looming over her.