#Jinx fucking lured her in

[ultfreakme]

Oh I do not like that two of my ships right now has someone that's deeply oppressed on a systematic level in their story having to set aside their own morals and values for their extremely privileged lover who does not bother to truly understand their pain, often trying to make excuses for the oppressors.

[wingedshadowfan]

some thoughts about the caitvi breakup scene

i saw ppl pointing out what looks like a tear running down caitlyn's nose after her and vi's fight w/ sevika and jinx (when she finally stops hitting the wall w/ her rifle and puts her forehead to it) and it could've been just sweat, but here's why i think it wasn't:

it's bcuz vi took the choice away from her.

we all know caitlyn's parents had been keeping her in a gilded cage since she was a child. we see this symbolically in her conversation with jayce when he gets kicked out of the academy after the explosion - he's outside in the rain, but she's within the gates of the kiramman estate, under an umbrella, protected, hidden. she tells him her parents don't allow her to talk to him anymore but she doesn't care. they're friends.

we know cassandra didn't approve of caitlyn's choice to become an enforcer either (we assume caitlyn had to fight for it and her family tried to stop her). even after that "win", her mother kept meddling and made sure caitlyn would always get safer tasks - out of harm's way and where she'd never be able to prove herself or do any actual good like she'd always wanted. her own coworkers make fun of her for being a kiramman and only "playing dress up" as an enforcer - a job she decided she wanted and had been working towards since she was a child, in order to help and protect people. she'd had to fight (not for the first time) to be placed on a case, in a real guard position, to be taken seriously.

caitlyn's choice and her agency - things she's barely been given in her own life, because of her parents, her name and how sheltered she'd grown up - she'd always had to fight for. she's had to fight to be able to choose, she's had to fight to defend her choices, and she's had to fight to prove herself over and over again.

then for the first time in her life, she didn't have to fight because vi (perhaps being swallowed by her own guilt for everything jinx had done to caitlyn) gave caitlyn the ability to choose what happens to jinx. unconditionally.

and caitlyn chose. vi agreed with her choice.

take the shot.

then vi took the choice away from her in the last possible moment, physically stopping her from shooting. (now, we can talk abt what that means to someone who's never been the stronger opponent in any physical altercation they've been a part of so far, but i won't)

this is the real reason caitlyn completely disassociates shuts down, not to mention the adrenaline after almost dying again bcuz sevika wasn't playing. caitlyn goes all out hitting the wall, lets out a single tear, refuses to look vi in the eyes and tells her, "i thought you were different but you're not"

she's yet another person who denies caitlyn the ability to make a choice in her life.

it's her blood in your veins.

vi's loyalties lie with the blood of someone who'd worked for silco in oppressing the undercity, lured and blown up caitlyn's coworkers, tried to kill caitlyn (and vi) multiple times, kidnapped her from her fucking bathroom, dressed her up against her will, kept her hostage for a full day in which she with almost 100% certainty tortured her, kept her as the only person gagged throughout the tea party, asked vi to kill her, then blew her mother up along with 4 more counselors and (allegedly) attacked their memorial. talk abt taking someone's freedom of choice away.

then why are you the one acting like her?

vi - not fully without reason - compares caitlyn to her worst fucking nightmare. a psychotic killer who's caused so much fear and trauma to caitlyn that she admitted jinx's smile is all she sees when she closes her eyes, up there w/ her own mother's lifeless eyes?? and yeah, vi has a point - caitlyn had indeed grown more violent and aggressive in her desparate pursuit for revenge. that doesn't mean it hurts caitlyn any less, especially when she'd been trying so hard to do the right thing (sending a squad to catch jinx instead of a full blown armed invasion, only her and vi having hextech, clearing the streets first), and vi knows this: she just automatically did what she does best - aimed for where it hurts the most. i think she even realizes she's overstepped but before she can do anything about it, caitlyn bites back reflexively and hits her with her rifle. there, in the place of the wound she once took care of herself.

the perfect storm.

the only question i have left is why everyone in this fandom keeps acting like caitlyn is the only one who hurt someone and vi is the only one who got hurt in that scene.

[seewhatpowpowthinks]

DISTRACTION

+ my grammar is not the best and english is not my first language!!

fem reader & no use of y/n just a lot of “you”

also so sorry if this is absolutely horrible im still figuring this whole thing out but my requests are open! 😭 +

You were a known.. let’s just say hero in Zaun. The best of the best. Always fighting hard for what you thought was best for the people of the underground. Nothing ever got into your way until you met Jinx. She was always screwing up your missions in every way possible, staining you with her idiotic neon paint, and worst of all she was a distraction. In which you found a new companion.

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You walk among the dirty alleys of Zaun. You scan the place as always, nothing seemed off so far. Your eyes fall over to a dark alleyway in which you hear a high pitched giggle. The sound replays and slowly begins to sound familiar to your ears. Could it be Jinx? Was she here to fuck with you once again? You were to deep into thought that you didn’t notice yourself slowly walking into a cord. BOOM! You were caught off guard by the loud explosion and the colorful smoke that filled the alley. You couldn’t even get a chance to recollect yourself before you were shoved into the brick wall.

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Unsurprisingly, it was Jinx all along. You attempt to push her away from you but end up unsuccessful. “Calm down toots. I ain’t gonna kill you.” Jinx stated out loud as she was amused. “Oh because luring someone into an alley and using a shitty color bomb is normal?” You scoffed back sarcastically. Jinx’s face turned into a fake offended face. “Oh yeah? You know I was pretty proud of-” You cut her off by shoving her away. “I don’t have the time to mess around Jinx. I have people to take care of and problems that need fixing.” You sternly told her. You began to walk away from this whole mess before you felt her cold hand grab your arm. “Y’know I’m getting your attention for a reason.” She mumbled still with her playful tone.

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“What is this so called reason Jinx?” You asked then rolled your eyes at her. She let go of your arm and you patted off the colorful smoke from earlier off your clothing. “You’re pretty impressive with your whole hero act. You’re doing a lot for Zaun.” Her reply made you realize that she had this soft spot for you… “Thank you, I’m really trying my best. Especially now that nobody is here to control the whole place.” You replied back with the same tone she gave you. “Yeah yeah. I get it. Well if you ever need any help with anything, I always have my “shitty” bombs on deck.” Jinx amusingly referred to the insult you gave her.

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[kravchikfreak]

people saying silco only saw weapon in jinx and would ditch her if she wasn't useful

meanwhile when he's given a chance to get his nation of zaun in exchange of jinx he himself, when he thinks noone can hear him, so at peak of honesty in the moment, says "and what do i lose but problems?"

and in that moment already he knows he will never do it

he didn't go to the vander to make a decision. he went there to share his own shock that he made a choice he's never saw himself making

so here, he already veiwed jinx as a source of endless problems. deep down he thought she's rather an inconvenience than a useful tool. he just didn't expect it to not matter in slightest

"b... but he developed his care for her down the road. his intentions wasn't in the right place from the start"

well maybe from the moment he holded the knife - they wasn't. from the moment powder launched herself into him - different story. his current enemies she would be useful to lure were already dead (to his knowledge) and i doubt powder wasn't a smoking mess at the beginning of their journey, most likely completely useless. and after that - i doubt she started making working inventions left and right giving how before that none of her shit worked, so mostly useless as well. and on top of that uselessness i'm pretty sure she was a usual problemmaker as she always was. not on purpose, but still, there's a reason she was called jinx even when she still was a nice child

so tell me, why a grown up undercity drug lord with tons of grown up followers and subordinates who actually useful already now would dedicate himself to raising a weapon that is useless at the moment and only will be of any use god know when if ever? what's even the point? and undercity is already full of orphans, if raising your own little weapon is so efficient why didn't he have an army of teenagers by act 2?

ah i know i've used some of the points already but ivm bored again and can't stop thinking about arcane and love my fucked up family i need to talk about them all the time

[bad-art-with-style]

Decided to finally draw up an emo band for League of legends, roles for each character are:

Talon (originally the drummer but becomes the lead singer when front man quits, didn’t want to join bc he got bullied for being emo in middle school, is now here after being “lovingly encouraged” to join by his friend briar).

heavy Gerard way/early my Chemical romance inspiration for him, learned to play guitar because he thought it was cool but switched to drums because it annoyed his sisters more. Is still an emo kid and fully embarrasses it as time goes on. Weapon is a drumstick he grips the same way you would a straw when pretending to be the wolverine. Could also just have it attached to a bracelet or doe thing idk.

Hwei (front man but later leaves the band after being lured away, probably joins again later on)

inspired by lead singer of paramour, he gets two outfits shown bc I love the second one but I think the first is a bit more in brand for the vibe of the group. Is definitely going to be monochrome but have bits of his usual color pallet show up either in the threads and paint or as like a pattern or something. Weapon is probably going to be a mic and paint can just be a punch of music noted or sheet music.

Varus (bass player/ back up guitarist, becomes lead guitarist after Hwei leaves. Did some solo stuff and traveled between a few other groups before being approached to join by Hweii)

deisgn inspired by Andy black from black veil brides (Basically stole his look) and Ronnie from Falling in reverse. Was an ex military dude who fell into music after service, is in his late twenties while the others are in their early twenties so he gives off big older brother energy. Is in a poly relationship with Valmsr and Kai who basically adopt the other members of the band and are down to kill anyone who tries to hurt them. Don’t ask how I’m going to turn his guitar into a bow, it’ll some how happen.

Briar (pianist for a different emo band but is friends with Talon and low key forced him to join bc she knew he was still and emo kid at heart)

is a member of a trio that includes Rell and Jinx ( their designs will be posted as soon as I figure out the fuck I’m going to do with Rell’s armor), she plays keyboard and meet talon either in college and found out about his “emo phase” or was a friend of his in middle school so was their when it happened, either way when she heard about a band looking for a drummer she hoped on board to sign talon up. Is also besties with Alune from heart steel and is the calm one out of the two.

Her pilary is the piano btw, has a lot of spikes and shit, didn’t get around to designing it. Might show up later. Design is just based off goth girls from the 2000s.

[justanerddummie]

I really wanted to make a post about about Viktor, he's one of my favorite characters after all but then I always spiral into a bunch of extremely clichè morality questions to which no one has the answer to. So I guess I'll just talk about a bunch of stuff that really hit me during ep 6.

How Viktor doesn't simply heal people, but also the land, the place when he first arrived was barren, no plants, no water, no sun, no nothing, now it is blooming, plants grow high and healthy in full cooperation with hextech and the sun shines non-stop. We can see some of them even have the purple lines like the ones that kept dying in Viktor's lab. I guess I really did enjoy the duality of Viktor needing shimmer to force hextech to work with nature, but having to sacrifice his morality to do so.

The way Viktor's comune was portrayed into such a positive light was quite jarring, at the end ep5 we see it in a very ambiguous way and now it seems that it's just a force of good. Like this is a hive-mind situation, then why does this place feel so warm and cozy? I blame it all on the warm colors and the light fortiche used to lull the viewer into a sense of safety.

Vi, baby, I know you feel the same, I know the promise of forgiveness has lured you in, but seriously except for the mistake of hitting your sister in the worst moments of both of your lives, which isn't justifiable but understandable you haven't done anything wrong ever since. You need to stop blaming yourself for everything bad in your life and start putting at least part of the blame on your sister and your gf 'cause seriously they fucked up way worse than you.

Why was Jinx's color palette clashing so much with the environment? I mean, Vi and Isha seemed to blend in just fine, fuck even Warwick felt fine at some point but Jinx felt like a thumb in a sore eye the entire time they were in the comune.

Singed I love you, I also really loved the way this episode felt more like a clash of his and Viktor's phylosophy more than anything else. The only thing I'm sorry about is how in the end he is always right.

I enjoyed Vander's flashback sugarcoated as they were, as they turned into Vi's memory. I guess that's the whole point of nostalgia so no notes here.

I guess that placing this episode at the end of act 2 was a really smart move, we've just come from five episodes of darkness and smoke, everything from the situations to the art felt oppressive and the moment it started I asked my self if I was watching the same show as five minutes before. Putting a breather right before the situations plunges back into darkness destroys the viewer's heart way more than keeping the tension high the entire time.

Ambessa doesn't look like your typical villain, and honestly I don't really recognize her as one. She's framed constantly as nothing but a warmonger, yet she rarely ever leads sword first. Is it because of her situation as a destituted Noxian looking for allies across sea? Is it because she fancies herself fox and wolf? Guess we'll see next act, hopefully.

Isha, I've been side eyeing that little girl since the begging of the season, everyone knew she was going to die, and we all cried like babies. I really do hope that they don't go the way the leaks have suggested, because seriously then what's the point? Other than that I want to watch act 3, because right now I'm honestly speechless.

[solitaireships]

agreeing with your arcane finale thoughts 1000% and i'm so so so sorry

Gonna put some rambling below the cut bcs I’m so upset

Like everything through episode 7 was fine. A little rushed, but I was having a great time

Then they just completely fuck up Jayce and Mel (and some other stuff. The things with Jinx? Ridiculous and with a weird tone even if she did survive)

Like yes. I know being in the Arcane for however long fucked with Jayce. But he came out acting like a completely different person with the only hint of his character coming out when Mel was about to fall after the encounter in the council room with the puppet. Everything he said in the scene right before that felt ripped out of the mouths of shippers who didn’t like that their precious guy was dating a woman, and that they clearly both adored each other. And that was something the first act reaffirmed! Everything about them there showed that they were a really close relationship, and acting like Mel wasn’t constantly there for him and was using him was so stupid and just plays into the exact shit people would use to vilify her. She’s not some temptress who lured Jayce into a relationship or whatever, he chose to be in that relationship and gave her the care that she didn’t have from anyone else in her life. It’s a disservice to both of their characters that doesn’t feel right

And I’m annoyed bcs someone on twitter was trying to be like “well Jayce and Mel had fulfilling arcs” to me, and sure, maybe they would’ve been fulfilling if they had more time. But instead it just feels messy. Yes, Mel did beat her mother at her own game. But it came at the cost of her losing every single relationship she had with no even sort of satisfying conclusion there. Yes, Jayce realized the flaws of his past way of thinking. Only to get sucked off into the fucking void with the guy who fucked over his entire life. And with how thin they were spread doing all these character arcs, they get to that point in a sprint with no time to actually let them settle at all

And yeah, they’re not the only ones fucked over. Interesting to think about how Ekko was also a key part of saving the day and he gets completely glossed over in the end and is left all alone (similarly to Mel, the other black lead. Interesting /neg). And they sure did tease Sevika stuff like she’d be involved in this final arc then all she did was yell once and show up at the end

It’s so frustrating especially bcs I loved this show! But this ending just is awful to me and I really wish I could have liked it. The amount it’s upset me is embarrassing

[nebuladreamz]

I’m apparently the Ring anon? Yay!

I’m just gonna add that, remember the Jinx vs Ekko Fight?

“Oh, look who it is. The boy savior!”

And that fight interchanging with their childhood memories…

-💍

NO BUT LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FUCKING ANGUISH GREGORY WOULD BE UNDER SEEING HIS BEST FRIEND/SISTER WORKING WITH THE ONE THAT CHANGED HIS LIFE- THEIR LIVES FOR THE WORST AND SHE JUST

WENT MISSING ONE DAY AND HE NEVER THOUGHT TO CHECK THE 'PLEX BECAUSE I'D IMAGINE WHEN HE GOT OUT OF THE PLEX THE FIRST TIME HE TOLD HER NOT TO EVER GO THERE BUT THEN SHE DOES!!!! WHETHER IT'S BECAUSE HE'S THERE OR EVEN BETTER IF SHE WAS LURED THERE BY THE MIMIC!!!!! AND HE'S BEEN SO WORRIED FOR HER!!!!!

And then days go by. Weeks. Months.

Years.

The Pizzaplex reopens or maybe, if we're going by another book detail, he arrives at a new Pizzaplex. Because the one back home is either bulldozed over or torn down- regardless, just basically inhabitable.

And he sees her in the crowd. She's gotten older with him. But something's wrong. She looks like hell, if you squint maybe you can see the little girl she used to be.

But she's changed so much.

Imagine the next game is Gregory as the night guard and trying to find his friend now. The virus has spread to nearly all Fazbear owned entertainment businesses, including the 'Plex that Gregory works at. It's all familiar to him, having to sneak around the animatronics because unlike Vanessa, he can't control them like this.

Imagine we get the night system back, and every night we avoid death just barely while looking for clues, messages, anything if it's related to Cassie.

And then night 3 happens, and he finds her. But not Cassie- he finds the most devoted follower to Glitchtrap. And he knows he has to stop her, but he can't so easily.

Because under the mask she wears, that's Cassie.

[otgwbgyu]

today i called with my friends and it was so funny

at first, lily and i discussed yaoi/BLs 😭 i jokingly said we’re reading spicy yaoi to lure aubrey in and then we started to seriously discuss BLs we can recommend aubrey since she only currently obsesses over 3. 2 of which aren’t canon, and the other is doomed (one dies and it’s one-sided/unrequited.) so we wanted to find her one she can enjoy! we shifted over to ranting abt horrifying ones like jinx and painter of the night where the tops are rapists (seungho has gotten better, but that still doesn’t erase what he did before 💀) then we talked abt lost in the clouds which doesn’t have them raping each other but instead both r traumatized and therefore mentally fucked up so that certainly affects their relationship and the atmosphere of the manhwa! then we talked abt heavens official blessing which is very cute, it has angst, but it’s not rlly problematic from what i’ve been told. ava joined while we were talking and agreed with all of us on r statements on each since shes claimed to have read all of them lol

i had to go but when i came back maiya was there and we started meowing at each other for some reason. i decided to harmonize but apparently i started doing it so quickly after recommending it that it caught maiya off guard and she went into a laughing pit 😭 i love when i make my friends laugh like that. then we got into it and i was the low pitch, maiya was mid tier, and lily was the high pitch. we kept laughing but eventually did it a couple of times, and when ava joined we did it with her too lmaooo

THEN WE DID KARAOKE ANIME AI COVERS. IT COULDN’T BE NORMAL KARAOKE/LYRIC VIDEOS. IT HAD TO BE ANIME AI ONES 😭 ppl struggling to speak korean and spanish was so funny khhhgk maiya gave up and just sang the english translation 😭

i had to leave abruptly tho bc my mom got rlly mad at me for screaming abt chairs haunting me 😓😓

[sejics]

“Jinx didn’t need Vi’s help with Vander” ok so why did she let Vi rot for weeks/months, drinking and hurting herself? We know Jinx knew where she was. We see her betting on Vi. Loris was the one helping her that whole time. You know, the former enforcer lol.

“Jinx locked Vi away to help her” you’re so close! It’s almost like even if Jinx had good intentions, Vi being locked in a cell might be really shit for her as she just spent 7 years in prison getting beaten for no reason.

Jinx literally could have just been the bigger person and stepped away from bickering with her sister.

I mean, maybe the first few episodes of season 1 Cait needed Vi. But after that she could have just left her and probably would have been fine. She didn’t need to keep helping her. She also clearly had remorse about what she did but if they didn’t have a TikTok therapy speak convo about it isn’t clear enough for everyone.

So Cait isn’t allowed to struggle with trauma and grief but Jinx is? Jinx’s trauma caused her to kill multiple Firelights, almost kill Vi and Ekko, kill Silco, lure people into a burning building by pretending there was a child in there (I know it was enforcers who died/got hurt, but any civilian could have gone past and tried to help) kidnap Cait and hold her hostage and use that to scare Vi.

The funny part is, I don’t even dislike Jinx! I really like her. I think she’s such an interesting character and I love her for her good qualities and the fact she has flaws. But I think it’s laughable that the fandom has no problem with her behaviour or Silco’s (you remember that guy who was a drug lord and used shimmer as a grab for power over his own people who were already suffering from generations of pollution and had kids working in factories to make it and told Renni he’d kill her son if he wasn’t already dead etc).

I guess the fact you would tell me to go fuck myself though tells me everything I need to know about you. Maybe you can go watch some children’s shows or play a bit of Dragon Age Veilguard if you need a sanitised story about good and evil.

thinking about how these writers literally outright say jinx was the issue in Vi's life while also having cait show no genuine love for vi in any way

Jinx was the one who pulled her out of her pitfighter arc. Cait was too busy going through with martial law to even be bothered to give a shit where Vi was

Jinx was the one that even after everything Vi had done and how angry she was with her, wanted to still be a family with her. To build their family back together, to have Vi be apart of her life along with Isha.

Jinx was the one who found Vi's father and went with Vi to a place where they could heal, stay, and help them out and again...be happy together.

When I tell you these writers can go fuck themselves. It was JINX who loved her sister genuinely, who had looked out for her when the person they put her with in turn couldnt have given less of a shit. just being a dictator and sleeping with someone else. only having Vi be the thing that stops it from happening again...and even that isnt a guarantee considering she hit vi in act 3 for trying to ground her.

WHAT. ARE. THEY. SMOKIIING??? Jinx is literally the one that loves Vi the way she deserves and is the one who loves Vi DESPITE what she cant do for her... im sorry im just angry with how dirty they did jinx and the fact that they literally think shes the problem like??? WTF??W?ASFDJASDJFD

[kravchikfreak]

h... how?

wait a minute

when he took her in, how could he know she was a genious inventor? he was going to maybe use her to find out where her sister is or just kill her. he had like a bunch of grown ups who would follow him, he had an actual scientist who would make him a powerfull serum, he had plenty of goons. why the fuck would he need a 12yo as a weapon? when initially he had no idea she had potential. the only reason he took her in cause of her family trauma

and she would be no use to him in like luring his enemies in cause his brother was already dead and marcus told him vi was dead as well. like noone would come for this little girl, what's the point of keeping her alive?

once again, he had technology and science before jinx introduced her into his life, and pretty sure he didn't know initially that it was her bomb that fucked everything up, and on top of all that this was THE FIRST THING EVER WORKED for her, like she herself had no fucking idea she can make something usefull. and i doubt from then on all her shit was flawless or even worked. cause like even that hextech bomb worked not because of her genius abilities of the inventor, but just by pure chance and luck

and again, why would he take in a child that requires time to become an inventor and also requires care, when he would be better off hiring some already established inventors who don't need to be raised? pretty sure undercity had a couple of those

i mean, was he glad jinx was of a good use to his goals? sure. was she a good asset for him? eeeeh, kinda? but she was still fucking everything up, she was a menace and a wild card he didn't really had that much of a control over. she gave him a hard time, she made messes he had to clean after. like more cons than pros for adopting this child if you want a weapon to use if you ask me

also, when he had a chance to use her to achieve his ultimate goal he said fuck you goal. i really need to know these signs that show he would ditch her if she hadn't blown shit up left and right and made his relationships with piltover's forces harder

aaand i got bored. so that's it, peace

[gay4tiddies]

Painted hearts

Part 4

This is part four of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins

It was unmistakable. Utterly, insanely impossible – yet undeniably apparent.

Glowing, azure blue magic wept a thin stream down your wrist, patterning the floor and staining the pale fingers clutching you. Almost as if magnetised, the pooling liquid moved, trailing slowly, insistently towards the left – reaching out for the sparking Hextech like a drone returning to its’ hive.

Momentarily, you were awestruck. Unhurriedly captivated by the sheer, unfeasible events happening to you one after another. It was apparent that you weren’t dreaming, that in fact some other worldly force had plucked you from reality. Having thoughtlessly thrown you into your currently situation, it had even decided to fill your bloodstream with the destructive substance which ultimately ruined lives across the plotline.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

This was the sort of situation you would mundanely fantasise about, an escapism, a guilty pleasure, anything to distract yourself from a bland reality. However, you were already beginning to crave that reality you had taken for granted, heart quickening as you eye the grinning, giddy woman hunched over you.

She’d been biting her bottom lip, apparent in the notable puffiness and slight indents, perhaps out of habit – another destructive one at that. Fascination painted her features, capricious excitement setting her eyes alight with the rush of achievement and the lure of knowledge. It was almost child-like, the uninhibited delirium of intrigue she now directed towards the very person that she had readily held at gun point a matter of minutes ago.

Her eyes dart to-and-fro delightedly, frantically fixated upon the blood at her fingertips, glancing occasionally to meet your gaze, her lips would part as if to excitedly exclaim something, before exhaling dejectedly and presently resuming her intent inspection of your wound.

You honestly did not know quite what to make of her at this point. You felt as if you had been trapped in a game of cat and mouse, a game dictated by just how long the mouse can entertain the cat, before the feline snuffs out the powerless creatures’ life out of sheer boredom. Yet, as much as you wish to deny it, sympathy clouds your view and somehow you cannot help but feel pity – an aching pity towards the woman you had watched repeatedly fall apart through a screen. The child wracked with episodes across her early childhood; the desperate girl who believed she had been abandoned; the broken juvenile tormented with guilt and denial; the shattered woman, a barely recognisable, jagged, grotesque painting of the child.

At the same time as this you were exhausted, entering into the disgusting aftermath of your earlier high, unexplainably hungry, as well as being in no mindset to filter your backhanded comments. Sarcasm and harsh humour were generally two of your pillar strengths, however that was only when dealing with tolerant friends, unarmed drunkards, and law-abiding citizens – not a socially inept pyromaniac with some sort of sister complex.

Perhaps you could tell her this was all one huge, meaningless misunderstanding… That she was in fact the one who was dreaming - that she had been correct in assuming your being an illusion created by her own psychosis. Oh, but who were you kidding, this woman is far too smart for her own good. Thereby, there is no way you can escape this situation without leaving looking like a Swiss cheese.

Hesitantly, you reach out for her hand, eager to push her insistent touch away from you. Yet this is seemingly taken as an invitation, as in a swift and fluid motion, Jinx’s cold fingers are tightly entwining your own.

“Well, ain’t ya just something eh, toots?” She’d whisper, her breath fanning over your face makes you shiver. Her thumbs absently tap against the back of your palms as her lips curve into a conniving grin.

“Bet ya think you’re real special now…”

You swallow dryly, watching as her grin fades into a vacant grimace.

“Making that grand entrance-“

You’d crawled through her explosive garbage and made a fool of yourself.

“Lying to my face-“

Which she had clearly saw through every time.

“Showing off my shiny new asset-“

You certainly didn’t show her willingly, besides you very much disliked her apparent ownership of your internal lightshow.

And hold on a moment… is she gaslighting you or complimenting you?

“And you owe it all to me!”

You’d yelp in surprise as you were instantaneously yanked to your feet, now desperately clasping the hands woven around yours as you are abruptly swung into wild, feverish circles. Blue braids danced in your vision as the world around you spun, the only thing you were capable of focusing on being the beaming woman birling alongside you. She was giggling, occasionally throwing her head back in a spout of uncontrolled laughter. You wrinkled your nose in distaste at the spittle which flew from her open mouth.

Fuck.

You can barely even register which part of the fan you were now on, adrenaline spiking through you at the wracking peril. For all you knew, the two of you could be waltzing mere centimetres from the fan edge – not that the woman opposite you cared. Despite her size, the shorter woman had an iron-tight grip upon your hands, alongside enough momentum to swing you both into an early death.

Feeling your knees almost give in, you begin to sense that distinctive queasiness that comes hand in hand with the combination of illegal substances, physical exhaustion and far too many circles. Swallowing whatever your body was threatening to regurgitate, you flash a serious expression towards the insouciant individual locked to your side.

She’d tilt her head to the side, ceasing her incessant laughter and settling for a wry smirk.

“Ya lookin’ a tad pale glowstick, all that power gone to ya head?”

Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling too much mistrust towards your churning stomach to risk speaking.

To this silent response Jinx appears irritated, her forehead creasing ever so slightly. The spinning began to slow.

It was disorientating, loosing speed. Your vision felt like it would never stop spinning, your organs seemingly still caught, trapped in the nauseating loop. You had barely even registered how you had ceased movement completely, until a sharp breeze wavered against your exposed back.

Your heels felt a ledge, or rather the lack of a ledge.

Jinx clicked her tongue impatiently.

“You know, if ya don��t like it… I could always just, y’know- take it away.”

Oh, you did not like where this was going.

Batting her eyelids innocently as a doe would, Jinx’s mimicked purity was hardly believable, the corners of her lips twitching in a barely masked smirk.

“After all- you’re just a vessel of sorts.”

At this, you begin to feel genuine fear. Fear because this time you knew she wasn’t merely jesting - this woman would genuinely kill you unless she’s kept satisfied.

You open your mouth to answer but are suddenly jerked backwards, feeling the release of your left hand as you’re dangled above the deafeningly dark drop beneath you. Adrenaline deafens you and you swear you can feel your every heartbeat in this moment.

“What are you doing!” You’d exclaim in alarm, frozen-still by the weightless, despairing feeling.

Jinx, however, didn’t hear a word.

Your panicked gaze settles upon her own left hand, moving sharply through the air at her side, as if to swat away a fly. Noting her lips moving in silent, furious conversation, you become conscious of just who the woman is arguing with. Frustration prickles your conscious, your impatience towards her spontaneous mannerisms spiking.

Gripping her right hand, you barely manage to pull your left side back onto the ledge. The blaring adrenaline rush quietens, and you begin to catch cuttings of occasional phrases she’d hiss to her left. Who are you to tell me what to do? ---I can handle this- I’m not weak---… shut up Mylo.

Exhaling shakily, you decide in this moment to take measures into your own hands, boldly outstretching your loose arm.

“Apologies for interrupting- but you’re supposed to be bargaining with me right now.”

Bewildered, indignant azure eyes anchor to your own, her free hand moving smoothly to graze the fingers now holding her chin firmly in place.

You chose your next words carefully, as to retain her focus upon you.

“You’re suggesting that you don’t necessarily need me be kept alive to use this… asset.”

An unsure grin now marks her features, she’d hum in response, curiosity beginning to weave its way across her expression yet again.

You wet your lips.

“Well, I’m suggesting an alternate method. A method in which I keep my life and you gain something more than just an asset.”

Her eyebrows raise at this, which ushers you to continue.

“You’ll gain an ally… an affiliate to willingly participate in your research, perhaps even in finding further results.”

Silence.

“And what if there aren’t any results? What’ll you do then?”

Her fingers now move from your hand at her chin, ghosting your cheek in slow strokes.

“I- oh-“

Your hand darts back to cover your mouth, another wave of nausea striking you. Hands assist in lowering you to your knees with a surprising gentleness. As your mind begins to cloud, continuing the conversation becomes a side thought as you now fight to remain conscious. You don’t even have the energy to brush away the fingers now combing through your hair.

“Y’know I never caught your name toots, you gonna tell me?”

“My name?”  You blink harshly, pressing a hand to your aching temple as you decipher the simple question.

“[Y/n]… my name is [Y/n] [L/n].”

You truly feel your consciousness fading, barely registering the heavy, cerulean braid lightly grazing your cheek. You don’t hear her response, as it falls upon deaf ears, the scent of gunpowder and treacle pull you into the tight embrace of a comatose sleep.

Oml sorry this took so long, I was almost done then the UK heatwave happened whilst i was moving flats. 🤷‍♀️

Not spell checked because I’m tired.

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[caspercryptid]

Maybe Ezreal finds a dumpster baby, too? That could go, er, places

It did! it did go places. Um, what's the ship name for Ezreal and Jinx? EzJinx? Whatever! Ever wanted to see Jinx with a baby? Apparently that's what we're doing tonight. Thanks for the prompt. (actually not that shippy, just. Ezreal & Jinx and the baby makes three) __ In hindsight, Ezreal's had better ideas than following the sound of a baby screaming into a dark alleyway.

Like, well. Objectively that was just not a good plan. People played baby crying tapes to lure people places sometimes! It had definitely happened. He’d heard stories. Sure it hadn’t happened to anyone he knew, but a shopkeeper’s mom’s... cousin’s... whatever. Anyway, it didn’t matter, because Ezreal could get himself out of just about any scrape or difficult situation.

Any....scrape or difficult situation. Besides. This one.

Because it’s not a tape or a demon imitating a baby’s voice. It’s... a baby. It’s just a baby.

Fuck.

And he scoops it into his arms, trying to remember how to hold babies— support the head? He’s pretty sure you put your arm behind the baby’s head, that’s the thing, that’s it. Support the neck because they have disproportionately big little heads.

He doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do, so he just sits down on the ground. It’s a rough day in Zaun— the gray is particularly heavy today, the air quality is bad, and he should really call someone about...baby sized rebreathers. Except they might be used to it, huh? Is that how it works? Is the baby’s little lungs stronger? ....well. Small problem.

He tries to do the math on how this happened. If he was any deeper in Zaun he might be... well. Actually, he’d be more sure someone was planning on coming back for a baby in the sump. This was a baby wrapped in a pretty nice blanket, ditched on the promenade level, where Pilties came to unwind. So. He didn’t really like the math on that.

He was going to go below, keep heading down to the sump, down to Osha Va’zaun and the old city ruins, but that doesn’t feel like what he should do now. There’s an orphanage down there, too, but he doesn’t really feel like that’s where he should go, either. This kid wasn’t a zaunite, and the gray.... Well. Maybe back to baby sized breathing apparatuses—

“Whatcha doin?”

He almost jumps a foot, has to force himself not to instinctually teleport. Don’t drop the fucking baby, christ.

He looks up, lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

“Oh, hey Jinx.” he says, and then his brain catches up, and he pauses. “—Hey, jinx.” he repeats, more warily. “You already said that.” She tells him, hopping down from the top of a wall above the alley to the stones. “Whatcha got there?”

“A blanket.” Ezreal informs her, and then the baby starts to cry, and he winces, bouncing them a little. “Hey, hey, no,” he coos, “No I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it! You’re not a blanket. You are so much better than a blanket.”

“—huh.” Jinx says, wandering up closer. “Is it yours?”

Ezreal shrugs. “It is now.” he says. “Finders keepers.”

Jinx eyes him, expression inscrutable— like maybe she’s listening to someone else inside her head, not here, and Ezreal swallows, because usually that look is an immediate prelude to fairly extreme violence, but she just says—

“It’s pretty. Boy or girl or are you gonna wait till it’s old enough to tell you?”

“—uh. Is that last one an option?”

Jinx shrugs. “Everything’s an option. Can I hold it?”

Now it’s Ezreal’s turn to eye Jinx, but she just rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not gonna steal your baby, Blondie, you’re on diaper duty.”

“Shit.” Ezreal says.

“Yeah, that.”

“No I mean— urrrggh. I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

“You’ll figure it out, it can’t be that hard. Come on, lemme. I’ll be careful.”

“Have you ever been careful?” Ezreal asks, eyeing her.

“I steal shit too, y’know.” JInx points out. “And manage not to break any more stuff than you do. Come on. No breaking the baby. Lemme hold the itty witty baby boo.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Ezreal says, and moves to hand the baby over.

He doesn’t realize until he’s in Jinx’s space, setting the baby in her arms, that he’s completely forgotten to hit on her. He pokes around his brain idly for a line, and then the baby cries a little, and suddenly it seems....less important, somehow.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He says, holding out a finger, leaning into Jinx’s space as she cradles the baby, and they wrap a tiny little hand around his finger.

“—We should name her.” Ezreal says, not even thinking about the plural. “Any ideas? I’m— a genius, of course, and I could probably... come up with. Something.”

Jinx hums, thoughtful. “Why don’t you call them Jay?” she says. “You can tell Jayce you named your baby after him. But like— without the boy name.” She pauses. “—or you could go like, Zap or Chompers or—”

“Jay.” Ezreal repeats. “Yeah, that’s— that’s cool.”

He looks at Jinx, really looks, registers the way that she’s holding the baby carefully, her attention focused down. She looks distracted, she always does, but there’s something soft and careful there, too. Ezreal remembers, involuntarily, that Jinx was an orphan too.

“—Do you have any toys that don’t explode?” he asks, and Jinx grinned.

“You are sooo boring, blondie. But let's go see!”

Ezreal reflects, as he falls in beside her, that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. After all, he was some kind of genius, he’d figure it out.

...and when that failed, he’d make Jayce change diapers.

[misfits-of-zaun]

Sevika was nowhere to be seen. That was his first clue that something was off about this meet.

He should have heeded the prickle at the back of his neck and retreated then and there.

But the kid had already spotted him - and for a split moment his breath caught in his throat at the jarring sight of short blue hair beneath a brightly painted miner's hat, of all-too-familiar streaks of face paint and pink striped leggings and whiskered cat faces scrawled onto cannisters at her belt. Ekko's feet stuttered to a stop. For a moment he and Isha simply stood in the street, sizing each other up.

He scanned the kid for differences from the ghost in his memories; fortunately, there were plenty to dispell the unsettling resemblance. Dyed blue hair with faint brassy undertones. Amber eyes. Body paint recreating those distinctive cloud tattoos (with weirdly high accuracy to detail.) The hat was painted differently, albeit the style of the artwork was still unsettlingly similar.

Logically, he'd known the kid was going to be a Jinxer; he just hadn't been prepared to see so much Powder in her. Even the way she stood, with her shoulders self-consciously hunched, tracking him with anxious yet keenly intelligent eyes, was just... uncanny.

"...Hey, so you must be Isha, huh? I'm Ekko. I'm here to help."

He kept his voice quiet and amiable, his shoulders slouching forwards as he brought himself down to her level, exuding the chill and non-threatening energy that had helped him establish a rapport with many skittish distrustful fellow orphans over the years. Granted, this was the first one he'd come across that so blatently idolised his enemy, which made it feel more than a little strange, but... she and Sevika were the reason his people had walked out of Stillwater, which was no mean feat. And he wasn't inclined to turn away a kid this young who had nowhere else to go, just because she had poor taste in heroes. It wasn't like there were many hero figures left for kids to choose from, these days.

"Sevika didn't just leave you to wait here alone, did she?"

That didn't seem right. Isha's body language didn't seem right either; she was avoiding eye contact, tensed like a prey animal poised to bolt. Looking everywhere but upwards. Something was definitely wrong about this situation. Had he just been lured into a trap?

Then he heard it.

“And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna show up.”

Ekko's blood ran cold. His stomach plummeted.

Instantly, his body snapped upright - his clockhand bat was in his hand and his feet were hastily backing up away from Isha before he could even fully process and triangulate the echoing words. He knew that voice. Fuck, this had definitely been a trap. And he'd fallen for it.

Shit, shit, shit - !!!

There she was.

...What the fuck was up with her eyes? Was she on shimmer or some shit?

Ekko felt his jaw clench; his lips twisted into a defensive snarl, edged with belligerent fear, as he wrestled back the unwelcome lurch of emotion at the sight of her. Alive and unhinged, as though the stories of her heroic sacrifice had been greatly exaggerated. Fucking figured.

“Long time no see, Ekko.”

He quite couldn't contain the flinch at the sound of her using his name for the first time in years, or the lurch of bitter grief it evoked - an acrid addition to the already noxious blend of confused alarm and cornered anger choking up his throat. His feet kept moving him backwards, seeking to put distance between him and the threat lounging in a sniper's vantage point.

Get back - get back - get the hell back!

Isha didn't recognise the danger her idol presented, because the loose cannon hadn't turned to shoot in her direction yet. That much was obvious by the way she was looking up at Jinx. As much as it pained him, Ekko knew he wouldn't be able to rescue the kid from someone she wanted to be with - he'd learned that lesson before, the hard way - and being near her right now would only put her at higher risk of getting caught in the crossfire.

"This is low, even for you, Jinx," Ekko bit out, half-afraid to take his eyes off her, half-afraid of blindly reversing into further danger by way of her many little traps. He hated how unsteady his voice was without his mask. He hadn't been prepared for this.

"Whatever this sick new game of yours is, I-I'm not playing. Just - just stay the fuck away."

@f1shbonez

💧 Water Under The Bridge 💧

So far the hero shtick was busier and less glamorous than Jinx had imagined. 

Save half of Zaun, nearly die (again), fight off the Big Bad hurting captives and enforcers… One good thing just snowballed to another, then another, until people were looking at you funny for taking a second to catch your breath. To think, under twenty-four measly hours ago she’d almost been dog-chow. It wasn’t like she’d planned to die, clawed to pieces in the deepest depths of Stillwater Hold…but walking free coming home to Isha felt surreal in its aftermath. Like she’d died without knowing and gone someplace else, just for a moment. 

…Maybe it was a good thing she hadn’t died, Jinx found herself thinking in the aftermath of their reunion. Something about the force the kid had collided into her, the gross snivelling- hell, even the way Sevika was keeping her stony gaze averted…would her sacrifice have even been worth it, to them? To anyone? 

Jinx wasn’t supposed to die in the belly of Stillwater. 

Not while The Lanes needed their symbol. 

Not while Vander needed her.

Not while Isha needed her. 

Some issues were bigger than yesterday’s ghosts. Helping people…it hadn’t been so bad, even when she hadn’t cared- or meant to. Gentle fingers teased through Isha’s freshly coloured hair, weaving strands into a neat braid- bringing order to chaos. It felt strange, almost undeserved, seeing how upset the kid had been at the prospect of losing her. 

It was nothing that a morning of nail polish and paint couldn’t stir a little life back into. Was this how Vander had felt, muddling through with a bite-sized Powder all those years ago? A fond smile settled across Jinx’s lips as she worked, seeing every hint of life and security flood back into the child with every hair tie and brush of colour. 

“There,” Jinx murmured, propping a hand on her hip as she stood back to admire the transformation. She’d humoured the requests for blue hair, a little face paint…the basics. But the full Jinxer look? Well, truthfully, before today it had felt a little over the top. 

But it made the kid happy. 

Adorned with her own body paint (tattoos and all), mini blue braids, Jinx-inspired clothes cobbled together from scraps and a couple of smoke bombs, Isha was grinning again. 

It was like looking at Powder. But happier. 

A Powder that believed in herself. 

A Powder that everyone else could believe in, too. 

Sevika’s plan to palm her off to the Firelights had done a number on the kid’s spirits. But the New Plan- the killing two bugs with one boot plan- was one that Isha was quick to jump onboard with. She was keen to be busy again. Keen to be helpful. Jinx could understand that.

The drop point was simple, two blocks west of the lower markets- not far from the very street Isha had plummeted into her life for the very first time. This was where Sevika had planned to hand her over? Hmph. Jinx tasted the irony for a moment as she settled into place, removed from sight in a large shattered ventilation pipe above. This wasn’t the way their jobs usually went. Usually, Isha was the one who played stealth. Not today. Fondly, Jinx watched as the kid came face to face with the familiar shape trudging to the drop point. Mask off. No buddies. Wow, Ekko really was whipped when it came to kids, huh? With a soundless huff, Jinx shook her head, picking at some of the blue paint from around her fingers, blind to the irony. 

“And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna show up.” Jinx’s tell-tale voice drawled lazily from the pipe above, just at the point where Isha had started to look uncomfortable at the prospect of going anywhere with their visitor. Sure, they’d gotten here early to allow time to get into position, but Ekko had been late. Heh. Some things never changed.

Wow. The acoustics in here were great. Very dramatic.

As though the echo of her voice above would be difficult to triangulate, Jinx popped her head out from the mouth of the pipe- a carefree signal to mark her cross-legged vantage point. 

Look- it’s me- hi! Here I am!

“Long time no see, Ekko.”

[nautiscarader]

Billythesquid writes: Jinx is a hero now, but she still likes to break the law. Instead of shoplifting or vandalism, she’s settled on public nudity, going streaking after hours when the crowds are gone. She argues it’s a victimless crime, but Cyborg still chases her down. Somehow the punishment never stops her again… CyJinx, SPANCK

(I changed the order to accomodate the story. also fuck you tumblr for eating this post once, I had to retype it sdsdxcvsdaSAdaaqA)

S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes?

Cyborg watched as his girlfriend twirled on the now-empty plaza, slowly undoing her clothes… though in her defence there was very little for her to undo. Once her blouse and skirt were gone, the street lamps shone lights onto her bare body, much to his delight.

N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there?

And once she caught the glimpse of her only watcher, she made him follow her to an equally empty park, where she stopped leaning against a tree, exposing herself amongst the trees and bushes, a natural part of an old ritual, only strengthened by her nudity and connection to the nature. And when she saw uncertainty in his eyes, followed by cautious look around, she knew has done it.

A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position?

clinging to a branch over her head, Jinx's body bent and twisted underneath Cyborg's ruthless fucking. Her legs coiled around his body, as she praised him and his physical prowess. And even when she collapsed onto nearby table, his cock's pneumatic,. flexible extensions filled her up again, n o matter what position she would find herself in, driving her to her second, third, fourth climax…

C - Control - How dominant they are? Who is more dominant?

With magic and her sex-appeal to her disposal, usually it was Jinx who would call the shots, easily controlling her golem of a boyfriend with a single word. But on occasions like these, she had to give in to the power of the machine, as Cyborg's cock pumped her with relentless mechanical precision, driving her to her edge time after time. And it was the knowledge he could do that effectively forever that made her give up and proclaim he has claimed her, finally making him pump her full of his cum.

P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family?

Jinx knew more than well hexes to manipulate probability, and she often used her to ensure their private life won't end in an accident. Cyborg was used by now to seeing protective womb runes, spanning across her underbelly… though he was too tired to notice any difference in the contours she wore.

Because tonight, on the shortest night of the year, under the full moon, Jinx decided to perform an old ritual, strolling naked amongst the nature, and lure her lover to plant his seed in her now extremely fertile womb that soon would become even fuller than it already was.

She gave her lover a kiss and let him "escort" her back to the tower when she would be further "punished" for her crimes.

[rebelwrites]

OPERATION: Find The Kids!

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Sipping on your coffee, you ran your hand over your face as you try to finish off the paperwork from the last deployment. You tried to get this done in your home office but it was no good when your house was used as base when the boys were home. Or as Metal kept putting it “the home of Bravo” but it did make your life easier meaning you didn’t have to worry about finding a sitter at short notice as you had at least one of the boys crashing at yours for whatever reason.

And at the moment it was a godsend, especially as you were looking after your Brother’s triplets whilst he was going through the divorce. But having four kids under the age of 7 in the house was chaos, but you lived around big kids all the time so you could just about cope.

“Guys, someone has to take the boss some coffee,” Clay said, as he placed the plate of toast in the middle of the kitchen table. “And to swipe the walkies.”

Everyone fell silent. That silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Oh hell no,” Sonny said, breaking the silence. “You know how she gets when she’s doing the reports. And it was your idea Blondielocks, so you should do it.”

“No way,” Clay exclaimed, “I value my life thank you. “

“Guys let’s settle this like adults,” Metal said, with a serious look on his face. “Rock, paper, scissors. We go around the group and do it as a knock out style thing and whoever is left standing has to take the boss some coffee and swipe the walkies.”

So that's how it was decided that Sonny was the one to go into the lion's den, armed with coffee and breakfast to hopefully make things go smoothly.

“Quinn, I see you.” You said not looking away from your screen.

“How the fuck?” He muttered, “I swear you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“You have to when you look after children,” you laughed, “now I’m busy so what do you want?”

“We know you left without breakfast so I thought I’d bring you some,” he shrugged, placing the food and coffee on the table.

“I don’t buy it,” you said, raising your brow at him. “You are up to something.”

“Nope, just bringing the boss coffee.” He grinned, he had already swiped the walkies and needed to get out of here. “You have a good day, and don’t worry about anything, we have it all under control.”

“That’s what makes me worry Quinn,” you glared. “Just don’t burn my house down and don’t lose a child. That’s all I ask.”

“Hard copy, boss.” He nodded before leaving the room.

“Mission success boys,” Sonny shouted walking back into the house, “Oh and final words from the boss were don't set the house on fire and don’t lose a child but she had no idea I swiped the walkies.”

“Well then, time to gear up boys,” Jase said, slapping his legs as he stood up. “Kids have requested we wear our camo bottoms so hurry up we head out at 0900.”

Twenty minutes had passed and everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Right, let's just run through this one more time,” Clay said looking at the list on his phone.

“First aid kit”

“Check”

“Snacks”

“Check”

“Drinks”

“Check”

“Sun cream”

“Check”

“Kids dressed”

“Check”

“All walkies on the same station”

“Check”

“Well boys I think we are ready,” Trent nodded, “So Brock has Cerb and Pepper, I’ve got the bag, so the rest of you get to keep an eye on the kids.”

Your daughter, Riley instantly clung onto Clay like a koala bear, your nephew Joey gravitated to Metal, Sonny scooped up your niece, Amber and Ray took your other Niece, Lola.

“Let’s hit the park,” Jase nodded, leading everyone out the house.

“What could go wrong,” Sonny laughed. “It’s not like we are gonna lose any of them. There’s four of them and seven of us.”

“Don’t say that, you idiot,” Metal said, hitting Sonny around the back of the head. “Don't jinx things, now If things go south it’s your fault.”

“Anyone got have eyes on HVT one?” Jase asked down the walkie, as he scanned the park.

“HVT one is south moving toward the tyre swing,” Metal replied, “I’ve lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I’ve got eyes on HVT two, she is in need of refilling. Lure her back to base Three,” Clay said, as he squinted from the sun.

“Copy six,” Sonny called, as he calmly headed for Amber, who thought this was the best game in the world as her Uncle Sonny chased her. “HVT two inbound,”

“My eyes are peeled,” Jase laughed, as he spotted Amber running towards him.

“For the love of god don’t forget the suncream.” Ray responded.

“Copy that,” Jase said, routing around the bag for supplies. He literally only took his eyes off her for two seconds but by the time he looked up she was gone. “All call signs I have lost eyes on HVT two. I repeat I have lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I don’t have HVT three or four,” Brock sighed “They just vanished.”

“Is HVT one still at the tyre swing?” Ray asked.

“Fuck, she’s gone to.” Metal cursed.

“Guys we fucked up, boss is gonna kill us if we don’t come home with a full head count.” Ray breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Three you know this is your fault,” Metal growled.

“How is it my fault?” Sonny snapped. “You're the one meant to be watching HVT One.”

“You jinxed things, idiot,” Metal huffed, “Told you this would happen.”

“Guys, stop fighting,” Jase sighed, “Look just everyone reconvene at base and we put a plan together, they can’t have gone far.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew Sonny was up to something when he came in this morning but the big idiot forgot to pick up all the walkies meaning you could hear everything.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you messed with the station trying to get a clearer sound. You wanted to see how this would play out, they all sounded pretty panicked but they should be. One of the rules was they could do whatever, go wherever but just don’t lose anyone.

“You okay Y/L/N?” Eric asked coming into the briefing room with some fresh coffee.

“Define okay when the boys are looking after the tribe today, Sonny managed to swipe the walkies and now somehow they have managed to lose all four kids at the park,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well at least they had the sense to get the walkies I suppose,” Eric laughed, “you know they will have a full head count by the end of the day, they won’t leave until they do.”

“I know,” you laughed, “but I’m gonna get them back.”

“How the fuck have we managed to lose four kids,” Clay said running his hand over his face. “I don’t get it,”

“Because children like to fucking run off,” Jase snapped. “Look, we don’t need to go into how it happened, it happened. Let’s just work the problem and get these kids back before we all get brutally killed. Operation find the kids is a go.”

“Riley likes water right?” Trent asked.

“Yeah, she’s a proper water baby, why do you ask?” Clay questioned.

“She might have gone towards the lake.” Trent nodded.

“Right, Clay and Brock head to the lake and try to get Riley. We all know you are her favourite Uncle Clay so she might actually come back to you.” Ray said, making a call. “We divide and conquer boys.”

“Copy,” Brock and Clay nodded, before running off in the direction of the lake.

“What about Joey?” Trent asked.

“The woods definitely,” Jase nodded.

“I’m on it,” Metal nodded before disappearing.

“Okay so that leaves Amber and Lola.” Jase said.

“Fuck I have no idea,” Ray sighed. “They are both so quiet.”

“We are just gonna have to split up.” Sonny said, “we will find them.”

Two hours had passed and everyone apart from Brock and Clay were back at base. Three out of the four kids had been located and now sitting on the grass with Metal eatting some cookies.

“I’m gonna need a medic,” Clay said, his voice full of panic and cry’s could be heard in the background.

“How far out are you?” Jase replied.

“About 5 mikes,” Brock replied.

Clay looked down at Riley in his arms, she was screaming and the tears kept coming.

“Hey Riley-roo, it’s okay, Uncle Clay has got you. You are gonna be okay.” Clay cooed trying to calm down his god daughter.

“What’s the sitrep?” Trent asked.

“Not sure if it’s a broken wrist or just a sprain. She fell pretty hard on it whilst running.” Clay sighed down the walkie. “It’s official boys, we are dead meat when the boss gets home.”

The house was quiet when you got home, far too quiet. The only sound was the hum from the TV but even that was on low volume. Quickly glancing in the kitchen you rolled your eyes at the state of it. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were plates and mugs everywhere along with McDonald’s discarded wrappers.

Quietly you walked into the living room to see all the kids awake and all the boys fast asleep on the sofas. Riley was tucked under Clay’s arms, Joey was laying across Metal and Brock, Amber was sat in between Jase’s legs and Lola was tucked under Ray’s arms.

“Mummy” Riley grinned as she saw you. “Look what I got,” she giggled, waving her casted wrist in the air.

“What happened baby?” You asked, crouching down to her level.

“I tripped and broke my wrist.” She pouted, “But Uncle Clay took me to the hospital.”

“Well it looks like you all wore your Uncles out today,” you laughed, “but just cover your ears for me kiddos.”

Once they all covered their ears with their hands, you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Wake up you lazy shits!” You shouted, startling them all awake. “Did we have a good day?” You asked playing dumb.

“Yeah it was amazing,” Jase nodded. “We went to the park.”

“So you did lose any of the kids?” You asked, placing your hand on your hip.

“Nope,” Clay said, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Well can someone explain this?” You said, pressing play on the recording.

The whole room fell quiet as they heard the conversation playback from early.

“So wanna change your answer boys?” You glared. “I only have two rules and you fucking broke one of them. And my daughter has a bloody broken arm!”

“Sorry, boss.” Sonny mumbled, not making eye contact.

“You better be you idiots,” you laughed, “At least you came home with a full head count. Now Clay move, you are in my seat.”

Once Clay had moved, you settled down in your spot.

“Oh and another thing, I’ve had a long ass day typing up all the incident reports from J-Bad, I swear your band list gets longer each deployment,” you laughed, “but I’m not happy about the state of my kitchen so you can all get in there and sort it out.”

“Yes, boss.” They all said, making you smirk. Not many people could make Bravo team sulk off with their tail between their legs but you could and it always made you laugh.

“And someone make me a bloody coffee, because I am not moving off this sofa for the rest of the night”

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