#Jinx x Platonic!Reader

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Silco x fem reader

Took out the slowburn because as a wise person once said, I have no impulse control. Enjoy the smut.

Anyways, I'm also like, way to tired and impatient to edit this before posting, so: fuck it no beta we die like men.

Here's the main things that was asked of me to give you a basic summary of what's going on:

Silco x fem reader, you are a healer, smut.

Pretty sure there was supposed to be angst and hurt comfort, I guess it's there if you squint. I was also asked a 5,000 word minimum so... yeah. Pardon me for letting that slip my mind. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble. I'm going to bed.

Two  years ago you were a herbalist in Zaun. Your parents owned a flower shop of sorts that specializes in healing and harming plants. Growing up, you earned your green thumbs and were able to hold a stable life for you and your parents. That was, until the enforcers came around. They had been searching for four kids who had caused a massive explosion in some fancy rich guy’s lab. You had denied them entry of course, but they never really listened anyway. They pushed their way into your shop, and ultimately ended up setting half of it on fire. This left you and your family struggling for a while, forcing you to take drastic measures. Before, you had only provided people with the ingredients to make the poisons or the remedies. But now, people are paying you to create them. Some of them even paid you to deliver it personally to the target. It was tough at first, figuring out how to distribute the poison without getting caught. You weren’t a trained assassin. But, you weren’t just some nobody off the street either. 

Everything in Zaun would break down at one point, causing most people to have some knowledge of machinery. You had fixed up one too many humidifiers and dehumidifiers at this point to not be able to repurpose them into something new. Leading you to create a small canister that, when activated, would subtly fill the room with the poison. Once the victim had fallen under its effects, you could go in and retrieve the canister, and then make your exit to collect the pay. 

You had gotten so good at this in fact, that it had caught the eye of the smoke-breather of the underground himself. Silco. It had happened once or twice that he’d hire you. Usually to take out some target in some random location. You didn’t ask, you didn’t need to know. Eventually, he asked you to take out a large group of people, larger than you’d ever done before. You’d hesitated, but the moment you saw the money, suddenly all your worries were gone. You completed the job with barely any bumps, and returned to Silco. Instead of leaving with the money, you ended up leaving with the money and a new job. Silco’s new toxicant. 

Now, two years later, it seemed your job had become more peaceful. You found yourself healing more often than you were killing. Every other day you’d get one of Silco’s henchmen coming into your office for some wound or bruise that they’d gotten in a scuffle. It was Friday that was the most important day of your work week. Every Friday you would be in Silco’s office tending to his eye. The shimmer was doing its job of keeping his eye mutation at bay, but the pain would still linger. Your job was to make sure that the eye wasn’t getting any worse, and to dull the pain as much as possible. An additional part of that job was taking care of Jinx whenever you were at work. You didn’t sign up for babysitting. 

“I didn’t exactly sign up to be a babysitter, y’know that right?” You raised an eyebrow at Silco while you started setting up your mini workspace. 

“I do recall you being desperate for cash once.” 

“Yeah, once.” You retorted, carefully handling the glass vials you pulled out of the bag. “I’m well off now.” 

“Would you continue to be this way if I were to relinquish you from your position?” 

You paused for a minute. Would you be alright if you quit? He’d probably kill you. You were too good at your job for him to just let you go. You decided just to roll your eyes and finish setting out the ingredients on his desk. Just as you were about to start working your magic, the door bursts open. You don’t even have to look up to know who it is. Who else is brave enough to slam the doors open and yell, 

“THUNDER AND LIGHTING! THE BLUE BUNNY IS BACK IN THE BUILDING!”

You cursed under your breath. You’d tried your best to teach her proper manners, but they never really took. At least, if they did, she never bothered to use them. “Jinx how many–” Your eyes widened as you took in the state of her. “Jinx!” You rushed over, immediately grabbing her arm and wiping the soot off to try and see if there was still skin underneath all the ash that seemed to cover her entirely. 

“What happened?!” You exclaimed, scrambling through your pockets for a rag that wasn’t covered in blood or dirt. 

“Oh, this ol’ boo boo? It was actually exactly like Silky-boy here predicted!” She bounded over to his desk, glancing at all the bottles you had laid on on the surface before moving to the other side and sitting down, kicking her feet. “Firelights were tagging our stuff. Turns out, they also had an enforcer on their payroll. Which! Doesn’t make sense cause uh- yknow. Bugs don’t have jobs. They don’t get paid too well.” She giggled. “Well, unless they’re a butt-kicking slug wrestler!” 

She promptly frowned. “Mm…” 

You let out a worried sound and walked over, having finally found a clean rag and started cleaning off the blood and ash. “So, explain what happened on the flight.” 

“Thought I saw her.” Jinx muttered, a distant look in her eyes. She seemed frazzled. 

‘Saw who?’ you almost asked, but you knew almost immediately who she was talking about. 

“She’s gone, Jinx.” Silco spoke up from his chair. You had almost forgotten he was there, the man’s presence so silent that he could sneak up on a fly. “Whoever you saw–”

“Wasn’t her. I know.” Jinx furrowed her brow. “Whoever she was, she ran. Like a coward.” 

“Was? What did you–”

“Gave her a taste of underground lead!” Jinx grinned. “Oh you should’ve been there! Pew pew pew! God the firelights really should get better at dodging. Anyways~! I think we’d make a whole bunch more cash if we made fireworks. Did you know shimmer is like- super explosive? The whole airship nearly went BOOM!” The blue haired girl threw her hands in the air, making an exaggerated explosion sound before plopping down onto the desk. 

“Cmon plant lady! Work your magic so I can get to hopping!” Jinx complained. 

You sighed and rummaged through your bag, trying your best to apply the antiseptic onto the squirming girl.  After struggling to put some bandages on, you sent her on her way, and she bounded merrily off to do God knows what, God knows where. Probably figure out that shimmer firework idea of hers down in her lair. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“I know that look. I’ve made it many times when raising that strange creature.” Silco chuckled, patting the stool next to his chair. You grumbled and sat down, grabbing your vials and beginning to grab the final ingredients. “She’s more troublesome than finding mold in my Burdock root.” You grumbled, shoving the plants into the small machine and pressing a button. The muted whirring of the machine started off. 

“Yet, you seem to care for her regardless.” 

“Just because it's troublesome doesn’t mean it’s something to give up on.” 

You glanced at the door Jinx left through, mind flashing through the two years you’ve known her now. You were only there for two years, but it felt like you’d known them for much longer. The machine on the desk beeped and you sighed, pouring the powder into the previously prepared mixture and stirred it for a few moments. 

“Alright, c’mere. And you better hold still.” 

Silco obliged, turning his large chair to face you. You pulled on a rubber glove from one of the little pockets on her belt and dipped two fingers in, gently reaching out to apply the new salve to his scars. 

“It surprises me that it still hurts after all these years.” You commented as you tried to smooth out the mix on his face. “I’m no doctor, hardly anyone down here is, but I’m starting to think it’s phantom pains.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“Chemical burns like this would’ve damaged the nerve endings. Most of the time it causes numbness. I mean, the damage it’s left on your face, I’m pretty convinced your nerve endings have just been fried.” 

“For someone who isn’t a doctor, you seem to know a few things.” The man in front of you spoke, doing his best to remain still while you worked. 

��Being the main healer here– other than Singed of course, but I don’t exactly trust his work ethic, I’ve picked up on a few things.” You finish applying the salve and check your watch. “Three minutes.” You murmured to yourself. 

“Singed is the best thing we have to a doctor.” 

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed. “I just… wish there were better options, y’know?”

Silco crossed his arms. “We’ve been trying to get better options for a while. Right now, we have to make do with Singed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Your whole, ‘make them fear us’ agenda.” You groaned. “Look, I just think there’s a better way–”

“And do, pray tell, share the secret to utopia. Because I and many others have been working towards this for years now, and we’d love for you to come and spout some naivety on our hard work.” 

You glared at him. “Okay what is with the sudden hostility? I’m just trying to have a conversation here and you want to be an asshole about it.” 

“Hostility? Darling I am being realistic. You are a good healer. A good Toxicant. But there’s a reason I’m the one running things and you remain in a clean room fixing up injuries.” 

“You little–”

The beeping from your watch saved you from potentially losing your job. You bit your lip and reached for a wet cloth, wiping off the cream. “There. If it still hurts, apply this and let it sit for three minutes before wiping it off.” You said through gritted teeth, grabbing your things and shoving them into your bag before storming off. If you were in here any longer, you were going to make sure he could only see through one eye. 

Sadly, there was no rest for you seeing as you returned to work the following Monday. There was a meeting Silco had asked you to be at. The moment you saw the familiar briefcase with money you knew he wasn’t just asking you to attend. He wanted your services. 

“What’s the job? Based on the stacks, I’m assuming its a group. Pretty big one.” You commented, running your fingers along the dollar bills. 

“Are you familiar with the coal mines?”

You paused and looked up, searching his face for any sign that he was joking or pulling your leg. But as always, his face remained unchanging. 

“Yeah, I’m kinda familiar. My Dad worked there. Sometimes when he’d forget his lunch I’d take it to him. I could barely breathe down there. It felt like my lungs were full of some thick smog.” You grimaced, recalling the air quality down there. It was hard to breathe, and it felt like you were being weighed down. You remember having to go down there and work every now and then when your father came down with an illness or injury. Every time you left, your lungs felt like they’d smoked an entire pack of cigars in just one hour. 

“Could you recreate a version of that very fog?” 

“You want me to do what?” 

“I doubt the people we’ll be meeting today have ever had to work down there in those mines. I can tell just by the way they breathe, even the way they smoke. The way they act so carefree and unburdened, never weighed down by the carts of coal.” Silco’s voice had a slight edge to it. 

“So… an altered version of that? Altered how?” 

“A little easier to breathe through. Perhaps you could rig your machine to release the smoke a little slower. I don’t want them to immediately notice what’s happening until it’s far too late. A little symbolic, don’t you think?”

“Very.” You muttered. Yeah, you could make the humidifier a little more subtle. But making sure they didn’t catch the smell of it? Those mines had a distinct smell. Blood, sweat, and a purely earthy smell. You’d have to cover it up with an even more potent smell. Perhaps plants? 

“What room will you be meeting in?” 

“We, will be meeting in the old observatory in the abandoned astrology building. Do you know the one?” 

“Yeah. I need a few guys to help me set the place up if I’m to do this.” 

Silco raised an eyebrow. “Interesting request, but I’ll grant it. I don’t want to know what you do, the less I know the better. So whatever it is you need, you have it. You need not ask.”  With that, he tapped the briefcase and went back to whatever he was writing on those papers of his. You swear, some days it seemed like Silco did more paperwork than he did crime. 

‘Alright. Take a few guys, handful of plants, and just get the place ready. Nothing too hard.’ All you needed to do was take them to your shop and load up the plants. You wanted them to feel relaxed, so a few lilac’s would do the trick. Maybe some Jasmine? You groaned. You never bothered learning about proper flower placement, focusing more on keeping your plants healthy and alive for your customers. Maybe you should’ve bought that book about weddings and flowers, but you thought it would be stupid to buy a book about weddings if no one ever properly got married down here. 

Regardless, you had taken a few men and brought them to the shop, having them carry the heavier plants that couldn’t be removed from their pots until you got to the observatory, otherwise they might die of shock.They loaded up all the plants into the two trucks and drove over to the observatory. 

It was a mess, Overrun by nature and obviously raided by bandits and such, it was a mess. You groaned and gave the order to start cleaning. It could’ve been a one and done thing, but of course, things were never that simple. 

It took about an hour and a half to get everything cleaned up before you could finally start the careful process of giving the plants a new, temporary home. You pulled out your notebook and dotted down the date you were replanting them. You could come back for them in a few weeks after the plants weren’t so stressed from the first move. 

You glanced around at the observatory. It actually looked really pretty. With time and money, this place could be turned into a pretty good plant nursery. You glanced down at your pocket where you kept emergency cash.

 You didn’t like dipping into your savings. Ever since the Enforcers had burned down your flower shop the first time, you felt the need to always have money in case it ever happened again. Plus, with your Dad’s need for shimmer because of his lung cancer, money wasn’t something you could easily throw around. Somehow the destructive product had healing properties, but in order to actually be able to help your father, it required a professional to apply it in order for it to stabilize his lungs. The product had to be applied to the inside of his lungs. At first, you didn’t hire anyone. If it needed to be in his lungs, then maybe the humidifier you used for work would be better. So a few days later you’d manage to vaporize the shimmer and distribute it using your humidifier. But when you tried it on your father, whatever was inside his lungs acted like a filter, keeping both fresh air and the shimmer out. This forced you to hire that professional, and was the main reason there was a huge dent in your paycheck every month. Your mother had tried to get a job, but she was already far too worn out to properly do anything in the underground. At least, anything that would’ve helped to pay for the medical treatments. You absentmindedly reached into your pocket to trace the lucky dollar coin you’d found a long time ago. If you truly wanted this, you’d have to figure out a smarter way to do it. 

You glanced over at the men that Silco had sent over your way. Anything you needed, he had said, was available to you. Obviously, you couldn’t just ask for the lease to the observatory. The only reason you were here was to make some huge statement in the middle of the meeting. Silco had a thing for making symbolic statements. You swear, he probably had some secret library full of books that had so much symbolism that you couldn’t get past the title without having to decipher its hidden meanings. Maybe you could convince him that it was necessary for you to have an observatory because it was symbolic of the mines or something? 

Or, you could convince him it was beneficial to his business. Silco was always looking for new investments, always looking to better his empire. It’s what made him such a good crime boss, never stagnant, always evolving. If you could convince him to give you a bigger place to house your plants– somewhere that would allow you to get him better, more diverse ingredients, maybe he would be willing to give you the observatory. 

Filled with a new determination, you finished the final touches and hopped into the truck, excited to get back. 

“...you just want it for your plants, don’t you?” 

He saw right through it. Fuck. 

“What? No. If I wanted it for my plants I would’ve just gone and bought it or something.” You huffed, crossing your arms stubbornly. 

“So you went to the observatory, saw the large space and the windows and thought that I could benefit?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry if I don’t exactly see how I, a drug dealer who deals in a chemically enginerered drug, could benefit from a plant house.” 

“It’s not a plant house it’s-!” You sighed and rubbed your face. You put your hands together. “Silco, sir. Look, I’ve got an entirely good reason why it’s good for the both of us.” 

Silco pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back. 

There was a knock at the door. “Not now.” 

Sevika entered. “Silco, you have a meeting in–”

“Not. Now.” He said firmly. “Whatever it is, push it back.”

Sevika narrowed her eyes. “Push it back? We’ve been struggling to get this meeting for–”

“And to teach them a lesson in how valuable my time is, you will have them wait. Are we clear?” He looked up at her. Sevika growled but nodded. “Understood, sir.” She closed the door with a little too much force. 

You were suddenly anxious, feeling like you had just forced him to make some probably important people wait so that you could finish your barely thought out idea. 

“I can go. It’s no biggie, we don’t have to…” You trailed off as you saw his pointed look. The damage had been done. Now you need to see it through. 

You reached into your pocket and rubbed the coin again before speaking up. 

“Look I’m the best healer you have. Along with that, I’m the best toxicant you have. Albeit I’m the only toxicant you have, but compared to any old apothecary out there you know I can outdo them. I’ve done a lot around here, you know that. I’ve killed the people you wanted dead. I poisoned the people you wanted threatened. And I’ve healed you and the people you’ve asked me to heal. I even take care of Jinx when she’s having a manic episode and you’re not around to help ease her out of it! So on top of all that, I’ve also somehow become like a mother to that girl. God knows how much she needed one, but apparently decided she wouldn’t get one.”

You took a deep breath before continuing. 

“Yeah, I want that observatory for selfish reasons. But frankly what botanist wouldn’t? The windows would’ve been perfect if we had sun, but I can put lamps around that’ll act like the sun. Yeah if I crack open a window the air will damage some of the more sensitive plants, but I can repurpose some of the rooms into specific and climate controlled spaces for those kinds of plants. I mean, think of it like this. How many more poisonous and venomous and alleviating plants would you have access to if I could just get my hands on that building?”

You stared at his stoic face. “It would be a good investment.” You finished weakly. 

Silco let out a sigh and your heart sunk, feeling like you were about to get brutally denied. 

“And when would the renovations on this place be completed?” 

“Huh?” 

“The renovations. You said that you could make specific rooms for plants that need special care. I assume you’ll be needing a lot of materials in order to do that. If I supply you with the building and the tools to spruce it up, I expect great things of you. Do you understand?” 

You stared at the man for a moment, feeling blindsided by his sudden offer. He’d never done anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Where in the world was this coming from? 

“Do you understand?” He repeated himself. 

“Yeah! Yeah. I- I understand. I can get started on that as soon as I get the lease.” 

“I suggest you get started after the meeting is done. Getting the lease won’t be a problem.” 

Right. The meeting, you’d nearly forgotten about that. That was tomorrow. He would get you the lease by tomorrow? Wow. Perks of being a crime lord, meant that you had a much easier time getting things. Especially when you were the crime lord. 

For now, it was time for you to go home and finish making the smog for tomorrow, and then plan out what you were going to do in your new nursery.

—

Time couldn’t go by any faster. You’d sat through the boring meeting. Well, boring until it's gotten interesting. You smelled the familiar fog, tensing slightly. You were standing behind Silco. You quietly cleared your throat to let him know that the smoke was already becoming noticeable. Sevika took notice and turned around, subtly putting on her gas mask. 

“We should cut a deal and give back the Gemstone.” 

“Better to have some trade than none at all.” Finn added. 

Silco waved his hand. “The border issue is temporary. Jinx will deal with it.” He was about to go on to change the conversation when Finn interrupted him with a laugh, the clicking of his gold jaw sharp. 

“Rumor is, your dog’s off her leash.” He grinned, peering down at Silco, as if trying to make him feel small. You could see the irritation in Silco’s tense frame. He tapped his finger on the desk and you reached into your pocket and pressed the red button in your hand, increasing the intensity of the humidifiers surrounding the room. 

“How can you bring Piltover to heel if you can’t even handle your own people? Huh? Much less that crazed mess you call your–” 

Fin was cut off by a cough. He cleared his throat. “That crazed–” This time, he was subdued by an even worse cough. The others at the table seemed confused before they were all suddenly overwhelmed by their own coughing fits. “What is that?!” “What’s going on?!” 

Silco tapped the table again before standing up. The red smoke began to fill up the room even more. If you raised the intensity any higher, you’d have to put on a mask yourself. 

“You don’t recognize it? Truly, you haven’t the slightest idea what it is?” Silco asked, as he walked around the table, looking at each of the victims with a gleam in his eyes. 

“Oh come now, we were born of this. We came, from this.” He let out a disappointed sigh, as if they were children who couldn’t answer a question in class. “The mines they had us in. Air so thick it clogged your throat. If you stayed in there too long, you’d feel it. Clumps of that sludge slowly making it’s way into your lungs.” 

You winced, mind falling back to your father at home, probably struggling to breathe through it.

“Stuck in your eyes. Blinking the dust out that would get in no matter what.But I pulled you all up from the depths.” He leaned down into the face of another one of the leaders who was clutching at their throat. He gently tilted their chair backwards until he let go and let them fall to the floor. 

“Offered you a taste of topside. The bottle at the bar you could only ever dream of being able to afford a glass of. I gave you fresh air to fill your dirty lungs. I gave you life. A purpose.”

Silco stopped as he reached the other end of the table where Finn sat. “But you’ve grown fat and complacent. Too much time in the sun.” 

Silco was always one for dramatics. But you couldn’t help but admit, he knew how to send a message. You  watched him toy with the other leaders for a while before eventually giving you the signal to shut off the humidifiers. You reached into your pocket and shut it off before collecting the four you had hidden around the room and following him out. 

“Flair for the dramatics much?” You asked, following close behind him. 

“Some lessons are best learnt the hard way. They won’t be doing this again.” 

“What was it they did?” 

“They don’t want to fight for the cause anymore.” Silco sighed. “I’ve spoiled them rotten. I wanted to show them what they could have if they fought, so I showed them what it would be like to live a life like topside. But instead they drank themselves drunk and stupidly believed the world was theirs.” He narrowed his eyes. “Now, they won’t make that mistake again. If I have to instill the fear back into them myself, I will.” He growled. 

You stared at him for a while. Was he always this… no. No. That would be crazy. You shook your head and continued to follow. He seemed tense, too tense. Almost like Jinx before she had one of her episodes. You took a deep breath. 

“So I was thinking about giving you an elephant plant for your office. It gets real stuffy in there.” 

“You want to give me a plant for my office? I think I’d kill it.” He mused. 

“Obviously. You’d probably overwater it or something. Or let Jinx put some spray paint on it.” You scoffed, remembering the time you left a plant out in the open and jinx painted a smiley face on it’s leaf. You had then gone and swiped out all her paints for empty cans in retaliation. The little ‘prank’ war had continued for a while until you’d nearly gotten her to dye her hair yellow, and she surrendered. Now she only painted on the flower pots instead of the actual plant. Progress. 

“Mm. I suppose a plant would be alright to keep in the office. You’d give it to me? I don’t have to buy you some old, run down building or bribe you with a suitcase of money?” 

“Nope. Entirely free. Think of it like an expression of my gratitude.” You grinned. 

“Does this gift come with you?” 

You froze and coughed, as if you had accidentally set off the humidifier and breathed in the smoke. He stopped walking, looking at you as if you were the one saying something absolutely insane. 

“I- I- what???” You quickly ran to catch up to him. 

“I said, does it come with you? If I’m to receive a plant, I’d like my professional botanist to be the one taking care of it. As you said, I’d probably overwater it.” He said, as if he hadn’t said anything out of pocket at all. 

Your face burned red, trying to come up with a response. Sarcasm? Truth? Insult? Silence? All three? 

“Yeah well, the only reason you keep me around is for me to sell you plants and heal people so…”

“That’s not the only reason I keep you around.” 

“Lemme guess, cause I take care of Jinx?” 

“Because I like having you around. You… brighten the place up a bit. Like a plant I suppose.” 

You froze once again, but this time he didn’t wait for you. 

‘He likes having you around? You were  a headache. It didn’t make sense. Silco  kept you around yeah, but that was because you were the best toxicant in Zaun. You’d often have him tell you that the moment he found someone who was half as good as you and half the headache, he’d trade you in a moment's notice. You had only scoffed and finished applying the salve to his face, knowing he was only saying that because he had a distaste for having the thick medicinal cream on his face. 

Other times he had gotten complaints about you and had gone to see what the fuss was about, and walked in on you yelling at his men about being stupid. You had turned to him, turned back to the men, and continued yelling at them. Silco had sighed, muttered about how he was going to inject nothing but pure shimmer into his veins, and left. You swear, you would probably be the reason he got a shimmer addiction. 

At least, you would’ve been. Had he not dropped this sudden bomb on you. 

“I mean seriously. What kind of guy just drops that on a girl??? Huh??? Honestly!” You grumbled, roughly grabbing the watering can and spilling water all over the floor. You cursed and reached for a rag, throwing it down onto the puddle before moving back to the plants. “Y’know what he said? I’ll tell you what he said. He likes having me around. Me. Me! What the actual–” 

“Uhm. Excuse me, are you.. Talking to the plants?” 

You whirled around to see someone standing a few feet away. You were about to tear into them about minding their own business when you realized that was probably a customer. You quickly slapped on a smile. “Hello hello hello! Welcome to Zaun’s highest rated apothecary where our thumbs are as green as our plants.” You winced at the corny slogan your Dad had come up with. You never bothered to figure out a better one. “What kind of plant are you in the market for today?” 

“Not really looking for anything specific. Just something nice. I  saw this purple one in the front. Looked kinda like a dandelion.”

“Oh the Allium? Very good plant, especially for down here. Those girls are tough. They can grow in most soil as long as you drain it well, they’re rodent resistant, which is good for the pests that people like to keep, and they really like the sun. So if you have a lamp anywhere, I’d make sure to put her around there.” 

The person nodded. “So.. easy to take care of?” 

“Yep. For the most part, you just have to water it. They’re tough plants. If you ever have any issues you can always bring her back and I’ll take a look at it.” 

“I’ll take one.”

“The plant or just the flower?” 

“The plant please.” 

“Okay, wait by the register, I’ll bring one out from the back.” You went to the back, going through the array of flower beds before picking up a white Allium from its potted home and bringing it out to the register. “Name?” 

“Diana.” 

“Okay Diana,” You wrote it down on the list. “You want the basic care package?” 

“Uhm. How much extra will that be?” 

“Three silver cogs and seven bronze washers.” 

“Oh, then yeah I’ll take it.” 

You nodded and reached under the counter for the small tote bag, setting it up on the counter. “Your total will be ten silver cogs, or one gold hexes if you have one.” Diana set the money on the counter and slung the tote bag over her shoulder before carefully lifting the potted plant. “Have a good one.” You called as she left. You turned back to the plants. “Where was I..? Oh. Right. Watering the burdock root.” You sighed and walked back into the front of the shop, picking up the watering can where you left it. 

“He’s gone mad, I swear. Jinx’ madness has finally gotten to him.” You muttered. “And he think’s he can just get away with it! No. Not on my watch.” You said firmly. 

“Tch. Thinking he can get away with messing with me. Not in this life.” 

—

“What was I thinking?” Silco groaned, rubbing his face. Sevika let out a chuckle, sharpening her arm blade. “I don’t believe you were thinking.” She replied. Silco gave her a half hearted glare. “Thanks for that astute observation. I never would’ve come to the conclusion.”

“You can be pretty thickheaded.” She snickered. 

“I am not thickheaded.” 

“You are.” 

“Name one time.” 

“Last valentines day you got her flowers.” 

“It’s not strange to give flowers on Valentines.” 

“She’s a florist. She could’ve grown herself a garden of those.”

“...that was a momentary lapse in judgement. I learned, and the year after I got her some exotic seeds from some distant land.” He waved his hand.

“Uh huh. And then that time she nearly got stabbed on a mission and you bought her an entirely new mission wardrobe?” 

“I expect my workers to be properly dressed based on the needs of the mission. Having her get stabbed again would only hinder the mission.” 

“And it just so happened to fit her, and not be some kind of eyesore?” 

“If I were going to get her something to wear I was going to make sure she didn’t look like it was purchased in Zinny’s Zappy Outfits.” Silco scoffed, opening his desk to look for a paper. He set it down on his desk and started writing. 

“Face it. You like having her around more than you’d like to admit. Way, more than you’d like to admit.” 

“She’s an annoyance.” 

“Yet where is she the majority of the time she’s here? Glued to your side, by your orders.” Sevika grinned. “Just be grateful that Jinx hasn’t caught on. You two would be set up on a date faster than you could even say tea party.” 

Silco groaned. “Do not remind me of the tea party incident.” 

“Hey, you’ve gotta admit, the girls got a knack for kidnapping. She hasn’t been caught ever since.” 

“Because she stopped.” 

“...”

“Because she stopped.” Silco said again, narrowing his eyes. 

“Sure. If that’ll help you sleep at night.” 

“Get out.” 

Sevika raised her hand in surrender, walking over to the door. “Oh and by the way, tomorrow you have a meeting with the construction workers for that observatory you bought her.” 

“What time?” 

“Two.” 

“Alright, thank you Sevila. Dismissed.”

“I cannot believe you bought her a whole–”

“Dismissed!” 

—

Your mother always told you that you had beautiful eyes. She said they were one of your prettiest attributes.  Silco also seemed to think so. 

The man made eye contact often. Today, you’d make sure he couldn’t hold eye contact with you for longer than a few seconds. 

Today as you walked into work, you’d already gotten a few looks. The shirt you wore underneath the soft leather jacket was low cut. Showing just enough to be eye catching, but not enough to give away everything. That red little piece was a contrast to the usual earthy tones you’d wear. 

Instead of heading for your office in the medbay like you usually would, you went straight to Silcos office. You had a few things you wanted to run by him for the plant nursery. He was the one footing the bill after all, he had some kind of say in what went down. 

You walked in, making sure the files covered your chest. “I’ve got a few ideas for the nursery but I couldn’t decide which ones I should use. Think you can help me?” You asked innocently. 

Silco looked up at you before looking back down at his desk. “I can spare a few moments.” He gestured to the desk. You walked over and dropped the files on the desk. 

Silco looked up and you had to bite back a grin as you watched his eyes drift down before snapping up to meet your eyes. Step one, complete. What was step two? You had no fucking clue. 

“So I was thinking about different kinds of air conditioners.” You flipped open to the first page. “But then I dripped into the humidifiers and of course once you do that there’s the dehumidifiers and I mean seriously, how many  ‘fiers’ are there?” You sighed, and put your hands down on the desk, leaning over to look at the pictures. 

Silco rubbed his face, faking annoyance. “I regret saying I’ll help you. I’m no architect or home designer.”

“Yet here we are.” 

You started to prattle off about the different things you wanted. You knew you had him hooked when he didn’t even catch you repeating yourself. You adjusted your collar and he looked away, grabbing a photo and feigning interest in it. You weren’t about to let him get away with it that quickly. 

“Ah, looking at the air cubes? What do you think of those?” 

“What? Oh. These… colorful things.” Silco glanced at the pile of papers. “Uh, quite expensive. Are they worth it?”

“I think so. They have reservoirs for nutrient rich water, brain buckets that send water to each bucket so I don’t have to, and it’s self draining. Personally I like doing it myself, keeps me busy.” 

You watched him start to tune you out.

“And then there’s a super charger that sends plant food and makes the plants basically invincible for like four seconds. The sunflowers produce more sun for the other plants, the peashooters shoot a lot more peas. About a hundred or so.” 

“Mhm. Sounds like a good investment.” 

“Yeah but the zombies are always banging on my door trying to eat my brains and all.”

Yeah. You were shameless. 

Fiddling with the button on your shirt and ‘accidentally’ letting it slip. Instantly, whatever part of him was paying attention was gone.Were all men like this? Flash them a little bit of skin and they were drooling dogs? You didn’t entirely mind. Not when this glass of fine wine was the one on the other end of the leash. Just how much more could you take this? Your eyes drifted down to his belt, and you decided you wanted all of it. You looked outside to the barely cracked open door and made a motion for the man stationed outside to lock it and leave. The moment the door shut you looked back at Silco. “Your face is red. Are you feeling warm?” You reached a hand over and pressed it to his forehead. “Is it the eye?” You were so obvious with how you were faking innocence. But he didn’t seem to notice. 

“Ah- no. I believe it’s quite warm in here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I noticed that too.” You let your hand linger before subtly letting it glide down his face before you took your jacket off and set it down on the chair behind you. You slowly walked over to his side of the desk. “So, give me your thoughts so far.” 

“I’m not sure I have any at the moment.” He watched as you sat down on his chest, finally looking up to meet your eyes. 

“Try.” You slowly moved your left leg up onto his chair, placing it on his lap. His hand slowly moved, wrapping around your ankle. “I’m thinking about… you.” His hand slowly moved underneath the dark, flared jeans you wore. His rough hand trailed up your soft skin, feeling the rough patches of your scars. 

“Yeah? What about me are you thinking about?” You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. “I can’t imagine its about anything I came to talk to you about. You were far too distracted for that.” 

Silco chuckled, moving his hand out of your jeans and holding onto your knee. “You’ve got that right.” He slowly moved up your thigh, squeezing the flesh there before rubbing up and down the sides. “I was thinking about that damn red of yours.” 

“You noticed the red top?” You teased. 

“How could I not notice that damn red top?” He let a bated breath slip out of his mouth, reaching up his hand for your belt. He paused and looked up at you. 

“Eager, are we?” 

“If you knew how long I’ve been waiting for an opportunity such as this,” His fingers unclasped your belt with a practiced motion. “You’d realize just how patient I truly am.” You lifted yourself up so that he could pull your jeans down. He discarded them onto the floor next to his chair. You’d find them later. 

Rather than continue from where he was at, Silco seemed content to start over from the beginning. He scooted his chair back and grabbed your right leg by the ankle. “I’ve ignored you for so long. I won’t be neglecting any part of you, any longer.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your foot. His hands slowly began to massage your foot, working their way up to your ankle. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time moving up above your ankle. His hands would trail up and down your skin while he kissed you over and over again. His lips were soft, not rough like you’d expected them to be. You’ve seen him put on foundation on his scars, it wasn’t too far off for him to wear chapstick as well. 

Momentarily distracted, you hadn’t noticed that Silco had made it all the way up to your thigh until you felt teeth on your inner thigh. The feeling sent a sudden shock up your spine and you shuddered, leaning back on your hands for a moment. Silco didn’t stop, continuing to press kisses on your inner thigh. Occasionally he’d nip at the flesh there, as if taunting the idea of leaving a mark on you. He nuzzled his face into your thigh before slowly looking up at you. You couldn’t help but try and memorize the sight. This man. A feared, and respected man. Had suddenly become so pliant with you. As if you had somehow quelled the beast that drove him on this vendetta against Piltover. 

He moved his chair closer. His hands rested on your thighs, slowly trailing up and finding the lacy waistband of your underwear. He slowly dragged it down, but rather than just throw it elsewhere, he took the time to actually set it down atop the pile where your jeans were. 

You, suddenly self conscious, had tried to close your legs. Silco’s hands grabbed onto your knees. “Don’t hide from me, darling. I want to see every part of you. No matter how much you’d rather hide these…” He traced one of your scars. “Imperfections of yours.” 

He leaned down and kissed your thigh again. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He whispered. “I would never judge you.” 

He slowly pulled your legs apart, and you felt exposed. More exposed than you’d ever been in your life. The air in the office, despite its warmth, still sent shivers down your spine when it met the heat that had coiled in your lower regions. His hands rested on your hips as he leaned in. The moment you felt his mouth on you, you had to shut your eyes and collect the thoughts that instantly scattered. A guttural moan left your mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure. His hands moved down to spread your legs further apart before he started to really get a taste of you. His tongue set out to trace every dip and fold, finding your sensitive spot and then feeling the area around it as if to map you out. He would occasionally switch up his technique, switching from merely lapping at you to drawing out little patterns with the tip of his tongue. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep yourself quiet. His fingers, the sneaky little bastards, had already joined in on the torment without you realizing. While his tongue worked to gently circle around, but never touch your clit, his fingers had already started to test out how tight you were. He let out a hum, seemingly pleased with what he was learning. You barely registered the vibrations, already teetering over the edge of an orgasm. Your legs trembled. You could feel it building as you twitched on his desk. When you felt a second finger– or was that a third? You couldn’t tell. It was hard to focus on both his fingers and his tongue when both were doing so much to keep you from forming a singular, coherent thought. 

You let out a moan, legs instinctively shutting, regardless of the man you had just trapped between them. If he was saying something, you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You kept your legs shut, starting to regulate your breathing when he suddenly started moving again. Regardless of the lack of oxygen, it seemed like Silco had taken it upon himself to finish what he had started. Which left you squirming around as all the sudden pleasure reached its peak, and you came crashing down. Your grip on him trembled and you finally released him. He had the mind to stand and move a few things off his desk so that he could lay you down. 

It was then that you saw the mess left on his face. Silco looked down at you before reaching up to feel his cheek. He chuckled and drew his fingers to his mouth. “You’re lucky I don’t mind the mess you’ve just made of my office.” He had started to wipe the remnants off his face as he spoke. “If this continues to happen, I’ll have to get the carpet replaced. At one point, even the desk. All of these, small prices to pay.” He pushed your shirt up to feel your stomach. His hands moved to squeeze and grab at your flesh, almost like a cat kneading a blanket. 

“I’d like you to wear things like this more often.” He reached up and pulled the shirt up to expose your bra. “Of course, if you did, I wouldn’t be able to get any work done.” He reached up and toyed with the fabric, feeling you up through the padding. “I’m not entirely complaining. You are the welcomed distraction in my chaotic world.” 

He looked down at you from where you had remained sprawled out on his desk. “You’ve been oddly quiet. Well, aside from your moaning and all.” 

You stared up at him. You didn’t really have much to say. What were you supposed to say? ‘Thanks for eating me out?’ ‘Hey, you’re surprisingly good with your tongue?’ Every retort that came to your mind was either sarcastic, or some version of a joke. But what ended up coming out of your mouth, turned out to be the very thing that had been on your mind for a while. 

“Do you like me?” 

Silco blinked, having expected some kind of dirty retort instead. 

“Do I like you?” 

“Yes. Do you like me romantically?” You emphasized the word romantically, not wanting him to escape this one. “And don’t use some kind of metaphorical bullshit on me. I want the honest truth. Not some philosophy quote, not your vague little one liners. I want the cold, hard truth.” 

“Nothing about the way I feel about you is cold.” He reached up to run his fingers through your hair. “I do, in fact, like you. I’ve liked you for quite some time now. I like you, romantically. I like you in the sense that I’d like to be with you, as your partner. I like you in the sense that I’d like you to be by my side. I like you in the sense that, God willing, I’d like to grow old with you.” 

“You mean older than you already are.” You said before you could stop yourself. 

He sighed. “Yes, older than I already am. Cheeky brat.” 

You giggled, pulling him down for a quick kiss. You’d rather he brushed his teeth before trying to kiss you after what he’s just done. 

“And you? Do you like me?” Silco asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well I thought that was obvious by now. You think I’d wear something like this for anyone? Work the hours I do?”

“I thought I paid you well.” 

“You do.”  

“Yet you complain about the hours?” 

“Shush you. I’m trying to have a little romantic moment here and you’re kinda ruining it.” 

“My apologies. Continue.” 

“As I was saying,” You huffed. “I’ve done a lot of things I wouldn’t normally do. Just to get your attention. It’s kinda stupid of me. I told myself I’d never do anything stupid for a man. Yet here I am.”

“I don’t–” 

“Let me finish.” You gave him a pointed look and he nodded, falling silent. 

“I like you, Silco. Romantically.” You paused and took a breath. “I want to be your partner. I want to be by your side. And I want to be there with you when you’ve achieved this dream of yours, and we get to live somewhere that doesn’t have break ins on a regular basis, or steal or kill or have to do anything like that to survive.” 

It was a quiet few moments before you finally asked the question. “So, will you be my partner?” 

“I’d be honored.” 

Hello, authors note here. I capped this at 8,409 words. Decided to keep the smut focused on you because it felt in character for Silco to prioritize you over himself. But trust, if anonymous requests a part two or smth I will make sure that he gets taken care of. I took my time with this one cause I wanted to do some plant research. Didn't research it too intently because this is just a drabble, but enough to get a few details. Anyways hope you enjoyed. Requests are still open. Here's my feeble attempt at tagging before I pass the hell out, feel free to add any tags you think should be added.

[misswynters]

Baby blue and the mouse

featuring. jinx x platonic sister! reader

requested. by @mxbrahms

Zaun sure had a way of shaping people. Its smog-filled streets, the endless clang of machinery, and the shadows that clung to every corner seemed to seep into its inhabitants. For you, it had always been home, even when it wasn’t. You couldn’t remember much about your early years. Just flickers of a woman’s laugh, the warmth of arms that held you close, and a faint lullaby that had no words. That was your mother. A woman who hid you away in the cracks of Zaun, keeping you in the quiet while the world outside raged on.

It wasn’t until you were nine that the veil of safety she’d woven for you came undone. You’d come home to find her there: still, lifeless, her body sprawled across the floor of your tiny, crumbling apartment. The smell of copper and rust hung heavy in the air. Your small hands had trembled as you reached out, as though touching her would bring her back. But nothing happened. The quiet you had always clung to now felt suffocating.

You didn’t cry. You couldn’t. Instead, you did what she’d taught you: you hid. Hours passed in silence until the door creaked open again, and a figure stepped inside. Silco.

You didn’t know him then, not really. Just a name whispered in fear and reverence across Zaun. But he knew you. His mismatched eyes softened when they landed on you, crouched in the corner with wide, untrusting eyes. He didn’t speak at first, just offered his hand. When you finally took it, his grip was firm, a silent promise that you wouldn’t be left alone again.

After the death of your mother, the weeks that followed were a blur. Silco had taken you in, not as a burden, but as though you’d always been meant to be there. It wasn’t until much later that you learned the truth, you were his. His daughter. A piece of him that had been stolen away years ago, hidden by a woman he once trusted. He didn’t speak of her often, and neither did you. It was an unspoken understanding, a wound neither of you cared to prod.

Life with Silco was different. He wasn’t the warm, nurturing father you might have imagined in another life. He was calculated, cold at times, but never cruel. He taught you to navigate Zaun’s chaos with the same sharp mind and steady hand he used to command it. But he also gave you space to be you. Where Jinx was fire and fury, you were the quiet storm, slipping through the cracks and unraveling problems with precision rather than explosions.

Jinx took to you immediately, dubbing you her “twin” despite the lack of blood ties. Where Silco’s love was subtle and Jinx’s was overwhelming. A whirlwind of laughter, mischief, and an almost suffocating loyalty. She dragged you into her chaos at every turn, but you never minded. You understood her in a way few others could.

And though you were quieter, calmer, you matched her step for step. While she painted Zaun in vibrant colors and explosions, you moved through its shadows, making sure the aftermath didn’t swallow her whole. Jinx loved Silco in her own way, but your relationship with him was different. It was softer, quieter. He trusted you to see sides of him no one else did. The weariness in his shoulders, the small moments of pride when you succeeded, the way his voice softened when he said your name.

You never resented the life you’d been given. Zaun was harsh, but it had given you a family. A found one, a messy one, but one that was yours. That you grew to deeply love. And when the nights grew long and the memories of your mother came creeping back, you clung to that. To Silco, to Jinx, to the strange, chaotic love that bound you all together.

. . .

“Mousie,” she’d call out, her voice brimming with excitement. It was a name she had given you, and despite its loudness, you had taken it with affection. She was always the one pulling you into her chaos, dragging you from one wild adventure to the next, making sure you were always beside her. The first time you met her, it was during one of her more "creative" escapades. She was no more than a whirlwind of blue hair and erratic energy, her hands constantly on the move as she tinkered with a bomb. You had been observing from the shadows, as usual, when she caught sight of you.

"What are you doing back there, Mouse?" she had asked, her voice catching on your quiet demeanor. "Don’t be shy, come on! I’ve got a plan, and I need your help!"

You didn’t say much, as always, but you followed her. You had learned to do so over time, a silent presence at her side as she ran through her unpredictable schemes. She was loud, yes, but she had a way of making things feel... alive. And for the first time since the murder of your mother, you didn’t feel alone.

You became her constant companion, the calm to her storm. Jinx's chaos, her explosions, her manic energy, became something you learned to navigate with a careful hand. She would get into trouble, and you would be there to pull her back. She was fire, and you were the soft, quiet water, always there to temper her flames.

“Come on, we’ve got stuff to blow up!” she would shout, her eyes sparkling with mischief. And while you’d never fully understand her love for the explosions, the danger, you couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. You had never known anyone like her before, someone who was so unapologetically themselves.

Silco, too, grew to rely on you. He never demanded anything of you that you couldn’t give. You were always there, quietly taking care of things. He never needed you to be loud, never asked you to be anything other than what you were. And just like him, a part of the system, working in the background.

It was a strange family you’d found. Silco, your actual father and Jinx, the "twin" sister you never asked for but would never trade her in for anything else. You didn’t talk about it much, didn’t say the words that would have made it feel official, but in your quiet way, you knew it was real. You had found your place, even if the world around you was broken and full of noise. Thought you couldn't admit that you never truly felt like Silco was your dad. That you were his biological daughter. You were the complete opposite than he was.

But things were never simple. The scars of the past followed you like a shadow. The loss of your mother, the chaos nature of Zaun. It all weighed heavily on you, even when you pretended it didn’t. Jinx always seemed to know when you were spiraling, when your thoughts would drift to that place you didn’t want to go.

"Hey," she’d say, her voice softer than usual, something rare and gentle in her tone. "You’re gonna be okay. I gotcha, okay?"

And you’d nod, your lips twitching into a small smile, even though you didn’t have the words. She always knew when you needed her, and even though she was often the cause of the chaos, she was also the one who could pull you back from it. You both needed each other, she with her explosive energy and you with your quiet steadiness. The perfect pair, Yin and Yang, the calm and the chaos.

Sometimes, Silco would find you two together, Jinx sprawled across the floor, laughing at something ridiculous, while you sat quietly beside her, watching her with a quiet fondness. He would look at the two of you, his cold exterior softening just a little.

“You two,” he would mutter, though there was an unspoken warmth in his voice. “Always together. Never far apart. It’s good to have someone to rely on.”

And you would nod, though the words never seemed to come. You had someone now. Someone who understood you in a way that others never could. Someone who needed your quiet, just as you needed her chaos.

You’d lost everything once, but in the wreckage of it all, you had found something new. A broken family. Not the loud, demanding kind, but a family of your own. Silent, steady, and always together.

. . .

There was of course an instance were things didn’t go as planned. The warehouse was supposed to be quiet. You had slipped into the building alongside Jinx, the two of you tasked with scouting out an area for Silco’s latest dealings. In typical fashion, Jinx’s interpretation of “quiet” skewed toward chaos. While you stuck to the shadows, cataloging the crates and memorizing the guards’ routes, she was already toying with her explosives, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“C’mon, Twinny,” Jinx whispered loudly, twirling a grenade in her hand as she crouched behind a pile of crates. “You’re taking forever! We could blow this place sky-high and still be home for dinner.”

You sighed, slipping up beside her. “We’re not blowing anything up, Jinx. Not yet, anyway.” Your voice was low and steady, a stark contrast to her barely-contained excitement. “Silco wants intel first, remember?”

She groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. “Boooring.” But even as she said it, she pocketed the grenade. You knew she couldn’t resist a little fun, though, and you braced yourself for whatever small bit of chaos she was about to unleash.

Jinx’s “fun” started small. A wrench tossed into a spinning fan, creating a loud, metallic screech. A stack of boxes pushed just enough to topple over, startling a few guards nearby. She was like a storm, restless and wild, but she always stayed close to you. Her self-proclaimed twin.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been weaving through the building when it happened. Jinx had been rigging a small contraption to set off a harmless distraction. A flick of her wrist, a sudden flash, and a sound that was far louder than you had anticipated. The guards reacted instantly, shouting orders and scattering as the explosion rattled the building. Jinx laughed, a manic, gleeful sound as she grabbed your arm, dragging you toward an exit.

“Wasn’t that awesome?!” she exclaimed, her blue hair whipping behind her as she ran.

“Too awesome,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder. “They’re coming this way.”

“Good! I could use the exercise,” Jinx shot back, but her grip on your arm tightened. No matter how reckless she seemed, she always made sure you were close. The two of you darted through the maze of crates and equipment, the sound of boots pounding after you. Jinx reached for one of her gadgets, probably to unleash more chaos, but in her haste, she fumbled.

The explosion wasn’t huge considering her standards. However the force of it sent you sprawling. A sharp pain shot through your leg as you hit the ground, biting back a cry. Jinx was by your side in an instant, her eyes wide with a mix of guilt and panic.

“Hey, hey! You good?” she asked, her voice unusually soft as she crouched beside you. Her hands hovered, unsure where to touch without causing more harm.

“I’m fine,” you lied, trying to push yourself up. The sharp sting in your leg betrayed you, and you winced.

“Liar,” Jinx muttered. She glanced at the approaching guards, then back at you. Without hesitation, she hauled you up, slinging your arm over her shoulder. “C’mon, Twinny. We’re getting outta here.”

She moved fast, supporting your weight with surprising strength. Despite the pain, you couldn’t help but smile at her determination. By the time you made it back to Silco’s office, your leg was throbbing, and Jinx was muttering apologies under her breath. Silco was waiting, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto you.

“What happened?” he demanded, his voice cold but edged with concern. His eyes flicked to your leg, then to Jinx, who was already fidgeting under his scrutiny.

“It was an accident!” Jinx blurted out before you could speak. “I mean, kinda. I didn’t mean to—”

“Enough,” Silco interrupted, his voice stern. He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “You were supposed to be careful. This—” He gestured to your leg, then to Jinx. “—is the opposite of that.”

Jinx looked like she’d been struck. Her usual tone faltered, and for a moment, she was just a kid being scolded by her father. “I didn’t mean to hurt her,” she mumbled, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Silco’s anger softened, though his voice remained firm. “Intentions don’t erase consequences, Jinx. You know better.”

You, ever the mediator, stepped in. “It’s not all her fault,” you said, your tone calm despite the pain. “I should’ve stopped her sooner.”

Silco’s eyes softened as they landed on you. “You shouldn’t have to,” he replied simply. Then, turning back to Jinx, he added, “You need to be more careful, especially with her.”

Jinx nodded, her shoulders slumping. “Got it boss,” she muttered. The tension eased as Silco called in a medic to tend to your leg. Jinx hovered nearby, her usual energy replaced with uncharacteristic quiet. When the medic left and Silco returned to his desk, you and Jinx were alone.

Jinx shifted awkwardly, her fingers twitching as she sat beside you. “I’m sorry,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

You glanced at her, surprised by the sincerity in her tone. “I know,” you replied.

She hesitated, then grinned—small and tentative but real. “You’re lucky that you are my sister, Mousie. Otherwise, I’d let you hobble around on your own.”

You laughed softly, nudging her with your elbow. “Lucky me.”

Jinx’s grin widened, and for a moment, everything felt normal again. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Next time, we’ll make it even bigger. But, you know, safer. Maybe.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. With Jinx, chaos was inevitable, but so was her loyalty. No matter how wild things got, you knew she’d always have your back, just as you had hers.

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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

love hurts, doesn't it?

Synopsis: love hurts so you try and avoid it...but what happens when you meet two sisters who desperately need help? You can't help ,but lend a hand... and love?

'Control your emotions.' Is what your father always told you.

'Emotions will get you killed.' He'd say and despite his cold words you knew they came from love.

The World was cauos, the evenriment in shambles. All that your father could do was prepare you for the harsh reality of your world.

You being the oldest child were exposed to more brutality, more cruelty.

Your father claimed it was healthy for you to see what your have to face early on even though your mother claimed it wasn't.

After all he was training you to do what he's always done protect.

That's what you knew to do. Protect.

But you'd never be an enforcer. No, your father would never allow that. He knew the truth behind the facade and so did you.

So your father since you could remember trained you to do what he did.

Protect your family.

Provide for your family. Everything you needed to know to survive you knew by the age of twelve.

You knew how to use every gun. How to build just about anything from scraps ,or how to produce food. You were good with just about any blade. You knew how to hunt or how to hide when needed.

And most importantly you knew how to bargain in your favor.

You were ready. Atleast in your father's eyes you were.

You were prepared to defend your family when your father couldn't anymore.

Because you knew that was your purpose.

Atleast that's what you thought.....

But that time never came.

Atleast not infront of your eyes.

One day everything was perfectly normal. You your little sister and baby brother and parents eating dinner in your scrappy abound building that you guys called home.

The next enforcers blew everything up.

The city already being in shambles barely noticed anything ,but you saw.

You saw as your eyes were ringing how everything was on fire. How the table you always ate at was in pieces.

The home that you had in ashes.

You thought you were prepared for anything but this? How could your father ever prepared you for this?

Your ears ringing the fire surround you and your quick to look around for your family searching for just one soul last to save....and you see her.

Your mother her beautiful face etched with blood her hands shaking, but moving.

She was alive. You had to save her. You rush to her side before your mind even processes the pain in your legs or the stinging in your arms from your cuts.

You reach her and her eyes are half lidded but with every bit of strength left in you you pull her along. Trying to get anywhere away from the fire.

A small gap is all you have left and rush to make through to other side.

Finally safe and away from your destroyed home you look at your mother and her eyes just barely open.

Her breathes shallow and her heartbeat slow.

What could you do? With all the training your father had given you no one could deny the fact that you were still just a kid.

And that showed especially as tears welled up in your eyes.

You wanted to beg her not to leave you but that'd be selfish because you both knew she already gone.

"Be strong baby." She whispers and her eyes close for the final time and you can't contain the tears from rolling down your face.

She called you baby. She only did that when your father wasn't around because you weren't to babies ever.

You were always meant to be the strong one because your siblings were to small to defend themselves.

You were meant to protect.. to protect your family.....that's what you knew to do....but who do you protect now?

'Be strong' her words repeat in your head like a haunting melody as you look at her blood on your hands. How were you gonna be strong?

You had absolutely no one....your heart felt broken as your cries became louder. And though your body was in physical pain it didn't compare to the ache in your heart.

But then a thought crosses your mind....what if your father and siblings are still alive? I mean it's possible right?

You survived...they could be alive too.... you have to find them! They could be hurt.....and scared, their probably scared!

You stand ignoring how weak your legs feel or how your eyes burn from the smoke.

You don't dare look back at your mother's body. You can't, to afraid you wouldn't leave if you did.

The ashes of the burned and ruined city never truly seemed to fade through time but you learned how alot.

Like how to take care of yourself. It was easier only looking for enough food for yourself. Only worrying about yourself. Atleast that's what you told yourself.

Despite the voices and the common sense in your head that told your family was long dead by now. You never stopped looking.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

And even though the ache in your chest eventually faded to just bitter loneliness you never stopped looking.

But eventually you did lose hope but you never lost determination. Because it was easier pretending that they were still out there then knowing that realizing they were gone.

One day you had a family Then one day you simply didn't....

It's was unfair how cruel the world could be but whether you knew it or not you were actually one of the lucky ones.

You figured that out the day you met Vi and her little sister Powder.

You had just left the black market that day having made enough deals for the day to survive the week. You smart enough to know what vendors to buy from though. You knew not everyone would sell to a twelve year old girl without some sort of enjoyment.

Sick people create sick times. And sick times was exactly what you had to live through.

But despite the coldness of the world your father had trained you throughout your childhood. So even if you still carried that weight in your chest of pure guilt you knew how to survive.

But what about those who had the same weight of guilt but didn't know how to survive? Well you meet two of those people today.

"Help....please?" The little girl begs. She has blue hair and blue eyes which is odd but you don't question it. Everyone here has something strange about them.

She tugs on your arm and you push her away you don't help. That's not what you do. That's not what your trained to do.

"Find someone else." You mutter walking away.

Your fathers old teaching fill your mind memories you try and recite every night so you don't forget him....

"You don't help anyone but your family." Your father says helping you point your gun at the target.

You close one eye to give you better aim with the other.

"What if it's a baby? I can't just let a baby die..." You say as you load the gun.

"Fuck that baby." Your father says his voice cold. Because he knows his voice has to be strong so that you will listen.

"Karma's a thing dad. What if one day I need help." You say taking your eyes off the target to look at your dad.

"If you listen to me you'll never need anyone's help. Now shoot the damn gun." Your father says pushing your head so that you look at the target agian.

These memories are the things that keep you connected to your father..to your family.

But as the little blue haired girl runs up to agian and pulls on your sleeve agian her eyes begging and pleading for you to help. You can't help but stops in your tracks your father's voice in your head still repeats the same words.

"Keep walking. Keeping walking. Keeping fucking walking."

But you don't....no, you stop in your track and say the words your sure to regret.

"What do you need?"

"My sister...she's really hurt...help.. please?" And gosh why does she look so desperate? You've never been in her position before. You've never had to ask for help. Partly because you were trained to live without it.

But that doesn't matter atleast not when you follow the small blue haired girl to her hurt sister.

Her sister is in bad shape and it's even worse that their living under a fallen down bridge.

"Why the hell would you bring a complete stranger powder!?" The red haired girl says angry to her sister but you see that she's to weak to really be angry.

"She's gonna help." The little girl says. Sitting against her sister side.

"Yeah right....take what you need....but don't touch my sister." Vi says possessively as she shields powder from your gaze.

And looking around you aren't sure what there is to take they really don't have anything.

You look at her confused but admire her proteciveness knowing you'd do the same for your own sister.

"I don't need shit." You say bending down to the side of her to examine her wounds. She had been cut. Probably by a blind deep but not to deep where it couldn't be fixed.

She flinches at your touch still weary of you. Like she's waiting for you to kill her.

"Stay still." You say as you grab some alcohol from your bag and a needed and thread.

"What are you gonna do?" Powder asks clueless. Vi closes her eyes preparing for the sting.

"Bite on this." You say putting a cloth in her mouth.

Pouring the alcohol on her wound her scream is muffled by the cloth and you begin sewing he up.

"Your lucky she found me....you wouldn't have lasted another day." You mutter your eyes still focused on stitching her up.

"I'm stronger then you think." Vi says wincing from the pain.

"And your dumber then I thought If you really think you could've survived this."

And as Vi looks at you to make another sarcastic remark she stops herself. Because she doesn't know if it's because she's finally getting the help she desperately needed she can finally see you clearly....

And you're fucking beautiful.

Love hurts.

Losing someone you love hurts....but maybe finding others to love will make it better?

Only time will tell....

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Mary Janes

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6

Jinx

“What an absolutely fucking tragic story.”

“Boy meets girl,” I say, flipping the book open and letting it smack the table with a loud thwack.

“They swap a couple of lines, maybe a little eye-fucking across the room, and then bam—marriage, murder, and melodrama. Honestly, Romeo and Juliet is just horny teenagers making bad decisions with a death toll. Kinda iconic, but also… pathetic.”

Y/N’s trying so hard not to laugh, but that little twitch at the corner of her mouth gives her away.

She glances down at her notebook like it’s suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, but I know better.

I always know better.

“Come on, admit it,” I press, leaning closer.

“This whole thing is just Shakespeare projecting his wet dreams onto paper. I mean, would you throw yourself into a coffin for someone you just met?”

Y/N looks up, her face a little red, and gives me this look—half-exasperated, half-amused. “It’s supposed to be romantic,” she says, her tone just a little too patient.

“Oh, sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Nothing screams romance like poison and stab wounds. That’s hot. Super sexy.” I lean back in my chair, grinning.

“Although, I guess dying for someone is one hell of a flex. Bet Juliet was into some kinky shit.”

“Jinx!” she hisses, her eyes wide as she glances around the library, like the ghost of Shakespeare himself might pop out of the shelves and strike me down.

“What?” I ask, throwing my hands up.

“You think Romeo was all sweet talk and poetry? Nah, that guy was definitely whispering filthy shit to her under the balcony. Bet he was like, Juliet, you light up my world—now get on your-”

Y/N lets out this strangled noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and covers her face with her hands. “You’re impossible,” she mutters.

But I can see her shoulders shaking.

“Impossible, but not wrong,” I say, leaning forward with a smirk.

“You know I’m right. Horny teens and bad decisions—they go hand in hand. Speaking of…” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“You ever had someone wax poetic about you? Or, I don’t know, climb a fire escape to declare their undying love?”

“No,” she says firmly, her voice muffled behind her hands.

“Shame,” I say, tapping my chin. “You’re missing out. Although, honestly? If someone pulled that shit with me, I’d probably just drag them inside and—”

“Jinx!” she whisper-yells, her voice high-pitched and scandalized.

Her face is so red now I’m almost worried she’s going to combust.

Almost.

I grin, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. “What? I’m just saying. Life’s short. Might as well enjoy it. Or are you more of a ‘tragic, yearning stares from a distance’ type?”

She gives me a look.

The kind of look that says I’m pushing my luck.

But I catch the tiniest flicker of amusement in her eyes.

It’s faint.

But it’s there, and it’s enough to keep me going.

“Can we please focus?” she says, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter.

“Sure,” I say, picking up the book again and thumbing through the pages. “But I’m warning you now, I’m not letting Romeo off the hook for being the patron saint of bad decisions.”

Y/N leans back in her chair, pressing her lips together like she’s trying desperately not to laugh.

Her cheeks are pink, and there’s this quiet glow to her that tugs at something in my chest.

I ignore it.

“So,” I say, flipping the book open again with an exaggerated flourish.

“Are we supposed to write some revolutionary take on this mess, or is it just vibes and clichés? You’re the genius here, enlighten me.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s that little curve to her lips, the one that makes her whole face soften. “Themes,”

“We’re supposed to analyze the themes, connect them to modern relationships, and explain why the story is still relevant.”

“Relevant?” I snort, leaning back. “Oh, sure. Because every teenager I know is out here marrying strangers after one dance and dying for them two days later. So relatable.”

“You’re impossible,” she says, shaking her head, but her voice is warm, light, teasing.

“Thank you,” I say, grinning.

She picks up her pen again, her focus shifting back to the notebook in front of her.

Naturally, I lean over, because how could I not snoop, but she slams it shut before I can even get a glimpse.

“Oh, come on,” I groan, clutching my chest like she’s mortally wounded me. “What’s the big secret? Writing a love letter? A sonnet? A tragic ode to unrequited love?”

“It’s not a secret,” she says firmly, though the way her fingers tighten around the notebook tells a different story. “It’s just not finished.”

“Uh-huh.” I narrow my eyes at her, my grin sharp and unrelenting.

“You’re not secretly crushing on Romeo, are you? Or maybe…”

My voice drops, dripping with mock drama. “Maybe you’ve got your own Romeo? Someone you’re tragically pining for?”

Her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of crimson, and her eyes dart everywhere except at me.

“Oh my God,” I say, sitting up like I’ve just cracked the biggest mystery of the century. “You do! Who is it? Come on, spill. I need to know everything.”

“There’s no one!” she protests, but her voice is high-pitched, and her fingers fidget with the corner of her notebook.

“Liar,” I say, my grin turning downright devious.

I tap my chin like I’m deep in thought.

“Is it someone in our class? That broody guy who always acts like he’s too cool to care? Or…” I pause, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s a girl?”

Her pen freezes mid-air.

For a second, she looks at me like I’ve uncovered her deepest, darkest secret.

Bingo.

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Y/N

I can feel my heart picking up its pace, a strange fluttering in my chest that has nothing to do with the subject matter at hand. Jinx’s words echo in my mind, her teasing lingering far longer than I’d like to admit. The way she looked at me, the mischievous grin on her face—it’s enough to make me squirm, but I won’t let her see that.

“No one,” I reply firmly, hoping the edge in my voice sounds more convincing than it feels. “I’m not—there’s just no one.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a soft chuckle. “Alright, if you say so.”

I focus on my notebook, flipping a page with deliberate care. The task at hand should be enough to keep me grounded, and yet the thought of her knowing something I’ve never fully acknowledged myself unsettles me. It feels as though she’s pierced a part of me I’m still figuring out, and that makes me more uncomfortable than I’m willing to admit.

Still, I refuse to let that show. Instead, I straighten up, refocusing on our assignment. “Regardless, Romeo and Juliet is still a farcical tragedy,” I begin, keeping my tone calm and collected, but there’s a subtle bite to it. “The impulsiveness, the poor decisions—it’s a pattern in a lot of Shakespeare’s works. It speaks to the nature of youth, to desire, rather than rational thought.”

Jinx snorts, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, sure, I’m sure that’s exactly what Shakespeare was going for. Desire, right? More like he was just a horny old man trying to sell sex on the page. No wonder those two idiots killed themselves over each other.”

I nod, careful to keep my composure. “Yes. Desire, more than love. They acted on passion rather than considering the consequences. Shakespeare’s portrayal of love is often hyperbolic, exaggerated to the point where it’s almost abs-"

I get cut off by another snicker from her followed by, "You damn nerd."

I pause mid-sentence, blinking at her. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she says, tilting her head, her grin widening. “You’re such a nerd, Y/N. Who even says ‘hyperbolic’ in casual conversation? It’s like you’re auditioning for a Shakespeare reboot.”

I huff, sitting up straighter. “It’s called having a vocabulary,” I reply, my tone clipped but teasing. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

She gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like I’ve struck her through with a dagger. “Wow. Coming at me with the intellectual smackdown, huh? Careful, or I’ll start quoting Shakespeare back at you.”

“Please don’t,” I say quickly, holding up a hand like I’m warding off some impending disaster.

Jinx grins, leaning forward now, her elbows on the table. “Oh, but wouldn’t you love that? Imagine me up on a balcony, all, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” She pauses, fluttering her eyelashes for effect. “You’d swoon. Admit it.”

“I’d laugh,” I correct, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “And then I’d shut the window.”

She cackles, the sound sharp and chaotic, and it’s impossible not to smile. “Cold, Y/N. Ice cold. No wonder you don’t have a Romeo climbing fire escapes for you.”

I roll my eyes, flipping a page in the book to feign disinterest. “Not everyone needs a grand romantic gesture, Jinx. Some of us prefer substance over theatrics."

Jinx leans back in her chair, propping her boots up on the edge of the table like she owns the place. Her smirk is sharp, eyes glittering with mischief.

“C'mon, Y/N,” she drawls. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want someone to show up, grand gesture and all, declaring undying devotion? Maybe a little dramatic fainting thrown in for good measure?”

I snort. “No. Definitely not. I’d find it mortifying.”

She tilts her head, feigning innocence. “What about some spicy poetry? Like, Oh, Y/N, your... uh, unparalleled intelligence leaves me trembling.” Her voice dips into a breathy almost smutty tone, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” I mutter, flipping through my notes.

“And you’re boring,” she fires back without missing a beat. “Where’s the fun, huh? You don’t think Juliet was secretly hoping Romeo would skip the iambic pentameter and just pin her to a wall?”

I look up, feeling my cheeks heat. “Jinx.”

“What?” she says, her grin downright wicked now. “I’m just saying. The whole woe is me, tragic romance thing might’ve been for show. Behind closed doors, she was probably like, Enough about the stars, Romeo, let’s talk about your sword.”

And I falter, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably before bursting out so loud that it shatters the quiet of the library. The sound is obnoxious, and I can’t stop it, even though I know I should. Mrs. Clark, the poor librarian, scurries over to us, her face draining of color when she realizes it’s me—me—who caused the disturbance. Her eyes widen in horror, and I shrink back in my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Clark says sharply, her voice quivering with disapproval, “This is a library. I expect more from you.”

I swallow, my throat tight, and I can barely meet her gaze. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the scratch of Mrs. Clark’s pen as she writes us both a detention slip. “After school,” she mutters, her voice tight. She hands us the slips, one by one, and I want to crawl under the table, but I can't. Not with everyone staring.

I take the slip, my hands trembling, my face burning with the weight of the embarrassment. Jinx’s laughter, the one that started all this, has quieted, but there's still a mischievous glint in her eyes. At first, it seems like she's enjoying my discomfort, and I can't help but wish she’d be quiet for just a moment, let me process this in peace.

But then, her smirk fades. She glances at me, her expression softening as she catches the way my shoulders slump, the way I'm trembling. I try to blink back the tears threatening to spill, but they’re already in my eyes. It’s stupid, it’s just a detention, but the humiliation is unbearable.

Jinx doesn’t say anything at first, but I can feel the weight of her gaze on me as I struggle to hold back the tears. She slides out of her chair, slowly stepping closer, crouching down beside me with a quiet seriousness I’ve rarely seen from her. Her voice, when it comes, is low, almost soothing.

“Hey,” she says, her words gentle, like she’s trying to reach through the storm inside me. “It’s not that bad, okay? Detention's just... it's nothing. It’s temporary.”

I don’t respond, but I can feel the tears starting to burn in my eyes, and I just can't stop them. I keep my gaze fixed on the floor, trying to hide how I’m trembling.

Jinx doesn’t back away, though. Instead, she reaches out, her hand soft as it rests on my shoulder, the touch surprisingly warm and comforting. “Come on toots, let’s go,” she says, her voice so different from the usual teasing tone, like she’s saying it for me, not for her. “I’ll take you somewhere... just let’s get out of here, okay?”

I nod, my throat tight, and let her guide me out of the library. The hallways feel colder now, like everything around me is a reminder of how utterly humiliated I feel. But Jinx stays close, walking beside me, her presence steady and unwavering, like she’s determined not to let me fall apart alone.

She leads me into the girls’ bathroom, the door shutting quietly behind us. It’s quiet, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, and for a moment, everything feels still. Jinx leans against the counter, watching me with a softness in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. She doesn’t say anything at first, just lets me breathe, lets the silence settle between us.

I break.

The tears come without warning, and I retreat to the corner, curling into myself, trying to make myself smaller. I press my hands to my face, desperate to hide the rawness of what I’m feeling. The sobs are quiet at first, but they soon escape in harsh, ragged breaths. The shame, the embarrassment—it’s overwhelming, suffocating. I feel completely exposed, fragile, and utterly out of control.

I don’t want her to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to. But she doesn’t leave.

There’s a quiet moment, just the sound of my breathing, of me trying to stifle the sobs. And then Jinx moves toward me, her steps slow, careful. She crouches down next to me, not trying to force anything, not speaking. She just watches me for a moment, her eyes filled with something tender, and then her hand reaches out. Her fingers brush through my hair, slow and soothing, the soft strokes almost enough to make me forget everything else.

"Shhh," she murmurs, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "It’s okay."

I can’t stop the tears. I don’t even try. But the sound of her voice, the feel of her fingers weaving through my hair, so gentle, so careful—it’s grounding. She doesn’t rush me, doesn’t tell me to stop crying. She just stays there, her touch like a balm for the rawness inside me.

After a long moment, she shifts again, her hand moving to wipe away the tears that have soaked my cheeks. Her fingers are gentle, each movement deliberate, as if she’s treating me like something fragile but important. Her touch is steady, patient, and it’s like she’s saying, without words, that I don’t have to hide. That I’m allowed to feel, to break.

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Jinx

"C'mon, toots—it’s only an hour, alright? No big deal." I glance at Y/N, tucked behind me like a little puppy, her hand in mine.

It’s like she’s trying to disappear into the floor, and I don’t... I don’t know what to do with that.

I peek into the detention room, Mr. Wheeler’s already there, half asleep

Of course he is.

His glasses are dangling off his nose, like he forgot they even exist.

He’s ancient—like, fossil-level ancient—but whatever.

Doesn’t matter.

I yank the door open.

And there he is. Boy savior himself, sitting in the corner, all quiet and broody.

I waggle my free hand at him. Big, dumb wave. Like, hi, notice me!

Ekko’s head pops up.

His face twists into full-on confusion. Like, what the actual hell?

His eyes dart to Y/N behind me, all tucked in and quiet, and I can practically hear the gears in his head grinding.

I can see it.

The way his gaze softens, just a little, but then hardens again.

Like he’s trying to figure out how to act, what to say, how to breathe, maybe.

And I get it. I do.

Because once, a long time ago, it was the three of us.

Ekko. Y/N. Me.

Best friends.

And now?

Now we’re... this. Whatever this is. Unspoken crap hanging in the air like a bad smell.

After what happened—Vander’s death, Vi’s wrongful juvie sentence, and Silco taking me in...

Shit hit the fan.

Everything snapped.

The three of us? We used to be inseparable.

Me, Boy Savior, and Y/N. We were the kind of trio that people envied—always laughing, always plotting, always looking out for each other.

But after everything fell apart?

That trio was gone. Just... gone.

Ekko and I? We managed to reconcile. Somehow. It wasn’t easy, but we put the pieces back together.

Mostly.

But Y/N and him?

Never.

Whatever they had? Whatever we all had? It just crumbled. And they never found their way back to each other.

The air feels heavy. Like it’s pressing down on us.

Y/N’s hand squeezes mine. Tight. Too tight. Like she thinks if she lets go, she’ll just... vanish.

I glance back at her. Pale. Shaking. Her eyes darting everywhere except him.

Ekko.

The Boy Savior.

He’s staring at her like she’s a ghost. Or maybe a grenade. His jaw’s tight, hands fidgeting like he doesn’t know where to put them.

Say something.

Do something.

But he just sits there. Quiet. Staring.

It’s unbearable.

“Gonna sprain something, Boy Savior,” I snap, too loud, too sharp. “All that thinking’s dangerous, y’know.”

His head snaps up. Eyes narrow. “Jinx.”

That tone. Even. Calm. Like he’s the adult in the room.

Which he's not cause fucking Mr Wheeler's old ass is at the desk asleep now.

“What?” I throw my free hand up, grinning like a lunatic. “Just saying. You look like you’re trying to solve the meaning of life or some shit.”

Still nothing.

He glances at Y/N again.

And she flinches.

I can’t. I can’t with this.

“Seriously? We’re doing this? Now?” My voice comes out sharper than I mean. “It’s detention. Not a goddamn soap opera.”

“Jinx, stop.”

Her voice.

Soft. Cracked. Barely there.

I freeze. Look at her. She’s hiding behind me, eyes on the floor, her face red like she’s about to cry again.

My chest tightens.

Ekko’s watching us, his expression... weird. Guilty? Concerned? I can’t tell.

“Whatever,” I mutter, pulling Y/N further into the room. “Let’s just sit.”

I drag her to the far corner, away from him. Away from everything.

We sit. She tries to pull her hand away, but I don’t let go. Nope. Not happening.

“Uh-uh, toots,” I whisper. “You’re stuck with me.”

She doesn’t argue. Just wipes her face with her sleeve, all quiet and miserable.

Across the room, I can feel him watching.

Always watching.

And I hate it.

I hate all of this.

I hear a grunt and then...

"The hell is she in here for?"

Ekko’s voice slices through the tension like a blade.

Y/N stiffens beside me, her hand still in mine, like she’s trying to hide behind me.

“Y/N’s here because—” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that.

The fuck should I say?

“Because I laughed too loud,” Y/N mumbles, barely loud enough to hear.

Ekko blinks.

“You?” he says, voice full of disbelief.

“Apparently.” Y/N pulls her hand away from mine tucking them into her sleeves like she’s trying to hide.

I snort, rolling my eyes. “It’s ‘cause Mrs. Clark is a total cunt.”

Ekko’s eyes narrow.

His face hardens a little—like he’s getting pissed off, not at us, but at the absurdity of it. “She really gave you detention for that?” His voice drops, angry now. “For laughing? That’s... that’s fucking ridiculous.”

I nod, crossing my arms. “Told ya. Stupid.”

Y/N looks down, trying to disappear into the floor like she can avoid everything.

So, of course, I’m not having that.

I grab her hand. “C’mon, Y/N. Detention? Are you seriously gonna sit here like some sad sack when we could be out there making actual trouble?”

She gives me the side-eye, clearly hesitant. “I’m not sure—”

“Stop thinking, and just do,” I snap, tugging her toward the window. "I’m done with this place, and you should be too."

She hesitates again, her face a mix of nervousness and confusion. I roll my eyes. “Detention’s for losers, Y/N. And you’re not a loser. You’re a rebel just waiting to burst out.”

Ekko’s already halfway through the window, a grin plastered on his face like he’s got nothing better to do than burn this place to the ground. “C’mon, this is way better than sitting in that crap hole. You don’t want to miss it.”

I lean out the window, breathing in the night air like it’s the first breath of freedom I’ve had in ages. “You’re seriously gonna let this lame-ass detention keep you locked up? Or are you gonna live a little?”

She’s still stiff, unsure, but there’s a flicker in her eyes.

She’s fighting it.

I see it. She’s craving a reason to break the rules, but she’s scared.

I pull her closer, voice low but firm. “Look, it’s just one little jump, Y/N. What’s the worst that can happen? Get caught and get another detention? Big deal. You can always blame me. I’ve got it covered.”

Finally, after what feels like forever, she steps up.

Slowly at first, but then quicker.

She's in.

I laugh, watching her climb out. “That’s my girl,” I mutter, watching her face. There’s a spark in her now, and I can feel it.

She’s gonna love this.

We all slide out the window, landing in the cool night air.

Ekko shoots me a look, like we're all in on some big joke. “Now this is how you do it,” he says, grinning ear-to-ear.

Y/N looks at me, her face still a little stunned, but now she’s definitely feeling it. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, breathless.

“You bet your ass we did,” I say, with a grin that could cut glass.

“Best decision of your life. Welcome to the rebellion, toots.”

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authors note: the friendship has begun to progress slightly, more where that came from ;)

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Jinx x reader

So jinx is out doing whatever she’s doing and so reader is chilling with Vi (yes I’m delusional their all a happy family season 2 doesn’t even exist!) but reader and vi are listening to like Justin Bieber or whatever white girl song (they’ve both told jinx that they don’t listen to that type of music) so bout time jinx gets back vi and reader are full on jamming to Justin and as soon as reader saw jinx they sat down and put all the blame on vi legit saying “dang vi i didn’t know you liked this type of music.” With the smug grin on their face and vi just looks at reader dumbfounded as the reader causally didn’t just throw her under the bus.

Unbelievable

|| Jinx x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; fluffy, reader blames the music on Vi, Vi and reader jamming to Justin Bieber, brief swearing, short drabble

|| Summary; when Jinx leaves, Vi and reader put on their favourite guilty pleasures.

Requests closed!

Started; November 28th

Finished; November 28th

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"Okay, she's gone." You returned to Vi, after having given your girlfriend a kiss goodbye. Jinx went off doing lord knows what, leaving you with her sister Vi for company. Which you were fine with. You and Vi got along pretty well, anyway. Vi grins when she heard you and immediately puts the music on. Justin Bieber playing through the speaker.

You and Vi were secret Justin fans. Secret because... how could you let anyone know? It would ruin your cool facades. Plus, you both already told Jinx that you hated that type of music. Not that Jinx really cared, she just kind of shrugged and went "okay? weirdos" when you kept saying you didn't like it. You and Vi were really overselling your points, so Jinx was a little sceptical but didn't question it.

It's been about an hour now, you and Vi were fully jamming along to Baby by Justin Bieber. Head banging, dancing and even singing. Just having a grand old time in your secret dance party. The door opened right as you and Vi had started the song, both singing the lyrics; "I know you love me! I know you care~" grinning like a couple of idiots. Until you caught onto the door being opened and immediately sat yourself down on the couch, looking flustered.

"Y/N, come on! It's the good- oh," Vi stopped when she noticed what you did. Seeing Jinx watching them with an amused expression.

"Don't like this music, huh?" She folded her arms, blowing her hair a bit from her face while she grinned. Jinx was enjoying this.

"It was all Vi. Dang, Vi I didn't know you like this type of music," you looked at with a smug smirk. Vi, meanwhile, looked at you completely dumbfounded and speechless. You did not just throw her under the bus. No, you didn't throw her. You tossed her.

Jinx laughed and skipped over to you, plopping herself down in your lap as the music continued to play. Her arms wrapped around you and she snugged right up, your arms easily finding their way around her waist. "Vi, I thought you liked rock music?" She asked her sister with a teasing look in her eyes.

Vi huffed and rolled her eyes, sticking the middle finger at you," fuck you." Though there was no real hate behind her words.

"Hey, don't be mean to them," Jinx pouted at Vi, clinging to you tighter, almost protectively so. Your grin became more smug at that and held her closer.

"Yeah, don't be mean," you repeated. Innocent act in full swing now.

"Unbelievable." Vi muttered, shutting the music off. She couldn't believe you just did that. And Jinx was taking your side? Vi knew Jinx had seen you dancing too. She really did just take any opportunity to mess with her, huh?

[bella-goths-wife]

Arcane masterlist:

Sevika:

Kiss the barrel of my gun softly

Jinx:

Nothing yet…..

Vi:

Nothing yet…..

Silco:

Nothing yet….

Caitlyn:

Nothing yet….

Viktor:

Nothing yet…..

Mel:

Nothing yet…..

[changeling-ethereal]

Jinx and Isha x Isha's identical twin reader [fluff]

"Team for life"

@ayedomino0 here you go, love

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Trigger Warning: I don't think there's any, just pure fluff which is unusual for me, but we all need it after act 2. Also I'm not used to writing for three characters at once, so this probably isn't any sort of masterpiece. I also think I may have subconsciously written reader as female, so sorry male and enby readers. This is also pretty fast paced. Also, I don't know what it's like to have a twin, but I hope I didn't write Isha and Reader as the typical twin stereotype shown in movies.

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"Alright, alright, Y/N, guess what time it is!" Jinx's voice rang through the room, making your heart pause.

No, hold on, it couldn't be that time already - you were so sure there were still countless minutes, hours separating you from this exact moment!

But as your wide eyed gaze darted towards the clock on the wall the reality was clear as day - it really was that time already.

"That's right, pipsqueak - medicine time!" Jinx called loud as she came into view, wearing a wide, rascally grin.

Her stance was dramatic and attention grabbing, a bottle of cough drops in one hand, a spoon in the other.

Then, as she went to get the substance onto the spoon, Jinx chirped up again: "Now!" but she ended up cutting herself off right away.

Her pink tinted eyes intensely focused on the drops dripping onto the spoon, carefully watching and counting the amount of drops you would be receiving.

When the right portion was on the spoon, Jinx visibly relaxed and her scatterbrained grin softened up.

"Now," she repeated before dramatically holding up the spoon as if it were some sort of trophy, "say hello to the cough drops express!".

Jinx's gaze then moved towards you, ready to treat your sore throat: "I know how much you hate these, so let's get it over with".

But the moment her eyes laid on you, Jinx halted in her movements and the playful grin fell off her face.

Jinx was so sure she was seeing double because instead of having two individually dressed twins, she suddenly had two identically dressed twins.

Both of them looking at her with the exact same puppy-eyed expression on their faces.

"As sly as a fox, eh?" Jinx commented and broke into a grin as she shook her head in disbelief at the situation.

Then she put her hand holding the cough drop bottle on her hip, smirking.

"okay, which one of you came up with this?" She asked and, still holding the spoon with your medicine, she motioned to you and Isha.

Neither of you spoke of course, nor did you give any sort of other reaction, both you and Isha just looked at Jinx with your two sets of golden, big eyes.

Jinx wasn't bothered by the lack of reaction though, nor was she really bothered by the situation - of anything, she honestly found it hilarious.

"Hmm," she hummed, pressing her manicured finger to her lips while still handling the cough drops bottle, pretending to be deep in thought.

"I bet it was..." Jinx paused, letting the tension build up as her pink eyes found yours and locked with them.

"Y/N," she grinned, the eye contact with you intense and making your heart stop for the second time today.

The way Jinx was looking at you sent shivers down your spine, and panic immediately settled in your chest.

You wondered whether or not could Jinx tell you apart despite all the effort you put into looking identical with Isha.

Your stance grew more uneasy and tense right away, not helping your cause at all - however, Isha jumped in for the rescue without a moment of hesitation.

In an blink of an eye, she quickly copied and matched your tense body language and anxious facial expressions.

The mirroring on Isha's part was flawless, although it was slightly harder for her to act this way and seem genuine - after all, between you and her, it was you that was the more naturally timid twin.

However, Isha was still quite naturally skilled in this sort of thing - plus this wasn't the first time you and Isha were pulling this sort of stunt on people.

So, executing the act on this part wasn't all too impossible for you and Isha - or more like Isha since she was doing most of the work in this particular situation.

But still, with the way Jinx was looking at you, you had a feeling she knew exactly, perfectly well, who was who.

And yet, whether or not was that nagging feeling correct was left as an unsolved mystery because Jinx either genuinely didn't know, or she's decided to humour you and the little stunt you were trying to pull.

"Hmm," Jinx hummed as she straightened up, her intense gaze leaving yours and fixing on Isha instead, looking her over as if trying to do her best to figure out which twin she was.

Unlike you, Isha's stance didn't falter in response to being studied like a small bug under a microscope - she was still perfectly mirroring how you were handling the situation.

Although you were aware that Isha still had this obvious bark to her, making her act of unease less authentic than yours.

But you couldn't really blame her because this kind of behaviour simply wasn't true to her personality.

You just nervously hoped that this simple fact was this much obvious to just you and your sister, and not Jinx.

"Well, I have to give it to ya," Jinx commented after giving you and Isha one last once over, "you two really are sneaky,".

In response, you and Isha exchanged a look, both of you smiling in your own unique way, pride swelling in your chests at your schemes being acknowledged and even appraised.

In that moment, you and Isha felt like you have successfully outsmarted Jinx and won this little game that you have found yourselves playing with the older girl.

Jinx smirked then, looking at the two of you with amusement, and also some hint of pride at how much work you two put into making your silly plan come to life.

Really, the two of you truly did everything possible to look like flawless copies of one another, it was hard to tell you two were two different beings - Jinx was quite impressed.

Though Jinx had a certain advantage over the two of you, an advantage she's not told you about because she simply didn't have the heart to - or maybe she just liked having an advantage.

After all, the two of you could be quite the handful at times - so, any sort of advantage over you was valuable and useful.

Anyways, that advantage was that Jinx was detail oriented, and over the time she's spent with you and Isha, she's noticed things that helped her tell you apart.

For example - and it wasn't too noticable, but your smiles tended to be soft and timid, while Isha's smiles were bolder and more pronounced, with her front teeth usually slightly peeking out from under her lip.

Jinx loved the both of your individual smiles - she adored all that made them differ, but also all that made them similar if not the same at first glance.

Jinx's smirk then softened into something warmer, something fonder, as she added: "and... you two really do stick together, like true sisters...".

Her voice was softer than usual, and so was the look on her face - the way she looked at you two was almost wistful, like she wished she and Vi could have what you two shared so seemingly effortlessly.

However, just as quick as that gentle expression of Jinx's came, it was gone just as quick, replaced by that playful, mischievous look Jinx was so known for.

"Alright, I have an idea for a game," Jinx gave a wicked grin and right at that moment, you and Isha became alert once more, losing the smiles on your faces.

You were somewhat more tense than Isha, of course, since, you were the one supposed to take those disgusting cough drops, not Isha - she was just playing along with your plan.

"it's called: Let's wait to see which one of you starts coughing and reveals which one of you is Y/N. Sounds fun, no?" Jinx tilted her head, her braids swinging some.

At that, you gave one horrified look to Isha, which Jinx didn't miss, but also didn't comment on - she felt like prolonging the small game that you had going on.

She was having lots of fun with this, and she wanted to know how far the two of you would be willing to take this - or more like, how far would be Isha willing to play along to help you get out of having to take your medicine.

Then, as if on cue, you felt that irritating, scratchy sensation building up in your throat, and your brows furrowed as you tried to hold back the incoming coughing fit.

And, sending Isha one last desperate, pleading look, you suddenly broke into a fit of harsh, pained coughs.

Much to your joy, Isha got you covered - once again, she didn't hesitate and matched your actions, beginning to fake as equally bad coughing fit.

And Jinx? She just watched your two's antics with amusement - you two really were something for sure.

But, Jinx also secretly felt envious because Isha really had your back no matter what the situation was.

And Jinx's thoughts momentarily drifted back to Violet, quietly wondering if it really was that hard to stick up for a sister that you hold dear.

But Jinx pushed those thoughts aside, forcing herself to focus on the present and what she currently had - not the past and what she didn't and couldn't have.

"Well damn," Jinx grinned playfully when your and Isha's coughing came to a halt so that both of you could catch your breath, "whatever can I do with you two?".

"Seems like you two won this round, I can't give Y/N her medicine without the risk of giving it to Isha," Jinx announced casually, her hand that was holding the cough drops bottle returning to rest on her hip.

And exhaling dramatically, she, just to egg you on a little more, added in: "guess I'll have to throw in the towel after all."

At that proclamation, your teary eyed gaze - the result of your bad coughing fit - lit up, filling up with hope and sheer excitement.

You couldn't believe it - Jinx was actually giving up and you wouldn't have to take that gross liquid!

A joyous grin appeared on your face, and you and Isha shared a victorious fist bump - however, your excitement and victory were all short lived.

Because Jinx's next words were: "That... Or, I could give the cough drops to the both of you, just to make sure I got the right twin,".

Both your and Isha's faces fell then, and finally, Isha didn't have to pretend to be horrified anymore because she genuinely became uneasy at the suggestion.

Isha herself knew how disgusting was the taste of those cough drops, and she would much rather eat some of those questionable foods the weird vendors in Zaun sold than take that medicine.

"Yeah, that's not such a bad idea," Jinx nodded to herself, appraising her own train of thought with a wide, satisfied grin.

"I mean, think about it - for Y/N it's to treat her sore throat, and for Isha it'd be precautionary, a just-in-case!" she thought out loud, swinging the spoon with cough drops around.

And, facing the two of you once more, Jinx smirked and held out the spoon as she asked: "What do ya think, Isha? Want some of these yummy cough drops?".

In response to that, all the loyalty Isha held for you was gone, and she frantically shook her head in disagreement with a light, panicked squeal, pointing at you and ratting you out.

Yep, she threw you under the bus, making you feel utter betrayal which you - metaphorically - voiced by gasping and glaring daggers into your sister.

But Isha only sent you an apologetic smile and made a circling motion with her fist over her heart to tell you a casual sorry.

She didn't look too sorry though because her face showed clear signs of relief upon being spared from having to consume those dreaded cough drops.

At Isha's half-hearted apology, you reacted by sending her another glare, one that didn't need any words to get across just what you were thinking: traitor.

Meanwhile Jinx, who was watching the whole exchange chuckled and kneeled down to you, her expression amused yet gentle as she cooed: "Don't get all too mad at her, kid,".

"you would've ended up taking the drops in any case, I knew who was who all along." she smiled gently, making you pause and look at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Yeah, I knew the whole time which one was Isha, and which one was you," Jinx confirmed what you were silently thinking in your head "I was just playing you.".

To that delivered claim, you crossed your arms and frowned, acting all upset and offended that Jinx would make such a fool of you like that.

But Jinx only gave a hearty laugh: "Hey, it was you who was trying to play me first - you started it! Serves you right, you little sneaky rat!".

"So, don't get all mad now that your little stunt came back to bite you in the ass," she sassed you in a light-hearted tone, smiling fondly at you and making you fume more.

But sensing your attitude, Jinx eased up on her mean spirited yet no harm meaning taunts: "But, tell you what, you take your cough drops now, and...".

She trailed off, seeming to be thinking of what to offer you so that you'd be willing to call truce between the two of you.

"and I'll let you eat cookies before dinner, deal?" Jinx offered, making your frown immediately disappear and get replaced by a content smile and an eager nod.

And Jinx grinned proudly in response: "Alright, ma'am, seems like we have a deal," and holding the spoon to your lips, she added: "hurry up then, or the cookies might grow legs and run off.".

You giggled at those words, and finally more willing to take your medicine, you opened up your mouth for Jinx to give you those cough drops.

But before Jinx could even think of pressing the spoon against your lips, Isha stomped against the ground to bring your and Jinx's attention to herself.

When both of you directed your gazes towards Isha, she was standing there with crossed arms and an expectant look.

"Seems like someone wants cookies before dinner too," Jinx noted, her expression showing she was clearly entertained by Isha's bold attitude and cheeky antics.

With a grin, Jinx slowly looked up, rolling her eyes to pretend to think as she mused: "But I dunno... do you even deserve cookies after ratting out your sis?".

Then her gaze drifted towards you once more, and Jinx questioned: What do you think, Y/N, should Isha get some cookies after backstabbing you?".

You then looked at Isha, and the girl gave you the biggest puppy dog eyed expression she could muster up, her hands clasped together in a begging manner.

To that, you pursed your lips and pressed a finger against them, pretending to be considering whether or not you thought your sister should get a sweet treat after what she's done.

But, of course, you could never stay mad at her for too long, and you caved in, looking at her with a smile before turning to Jinx and nodding in agreement to her question.

And Jinx smiled softly at you, feeling some sort of warmth in her chest that you were willing to forgive your sister and allow her to share simple joys with you.

"Well, alright then!" Jinx called right after, her energy amped up again, "seems like the council has decided to take pity on you and grant you mercy, Isha!".

Jinx sent a grin Isha's way, making the girl perk up and smile eagerly at the prospect of being allowed to join you and have a cookie or two before dinner.

You joined in with a soft smile of your own, making eye contact with your sister and wordlessly letting her know that you two were still a team for life.

[milkbean69]

My thoughts on the Yandere Arcane Au

Tw: sorry y'all not good at writing yandere, yandere content

Okay before we get started we need to talk about what this universe of the undersity looks like pre- time skip. Honestly I think that this univers had a lot more progression in term of revolution and a lot less shimmer. Also considering the fact that Vander and Silco were able make up after Vi's death makes me think there was a lot less bloodshed between the two over the years. I mean of course silco when and found the note vander left but the fact that the crew is all laughing and partying together means there has to be new layers of loyalty amongst the crew caused by Vi's death.

Yandere's Vander and Silco:

OH GOD!!!! These two I swear, I honestly feel like in terms of protectiveness Vander would actually be worse. I mean he watched Vi die in the attack so you have that. He would not want to lose another.

If Vander was a platonic yandere, yeah no, your never leaving the Last Drop without him ever again. The trama he has from Vi is crazy. But if it was a romantic situation, he would be a little more lenient.

Now for platonic yandere Silco. I feel like a lot of protectiveness would come from a place of guilt and attonment. I mean his actions killed Vi during the pre-timeskip in this universe and he is probably still feel's guilty for that despite the fact that he has been forgiven.

So I feel like bring a young obsession or kid into the mix, would make him feel like he needs to make amends for what he did. Not only to prove to himself but for the others aswell that no other will die under his care.

Now them as a pair, would go crazy platonic or not. We need to remember something the two are brothers and the the pillars of the undercity. So the levels of communication and partnership are already there. There abilities to unite people would probably be where a lot of the Yanderness of the crew starts to fester. Always having someone with you, eyes and ears all over Zaun, and generally not being fucked with or else you'll have two of the powerhouse's of Zaun on you doorstep.

If this was romantic, they would share, God damn it. I don't know what it is but they would share, I just know it. You would be the king/queen of the Zaun in Silco's eyes, Vander hates it because he feels like if bring to much attention to you. Your always with on or the other. Silco defininatly spoils you, I mean you know he would.

Here me out, I feel like they both also have some fears from what happened to Felicia, so that definitly are supper on edge all the time because of that. One of both of them had to have liked her romantically, I was felling the vibes during the flashback.

Okay but I feel like they would be worse than the adults, in terms of platonic yandere's. Like we saw Vi's death really fucked them up. You would 100% be the Vi replacement. Expecally if you were older than them.

With Powder , it would be the worst. She wouldn't be violent, but more manipulative in certain ways., 100% a guilt tripper. Then would rope the other into it as well. Saying things to you about how you remind them so much of Vi, and there protection is just so you don't end up like her, so you should never leave them.

You probably wouldn't go on jobs, mostly saying in the last drop with Vander and Benzo. Maybe they let you go into Piltover, but you are always with someone. But never in the more dangerous parts of Zaun that have yet to be changed, and you still got to worry about the grey. the wouldn't want ther baby breathing in all that polluted air.

With a younger obsession, your never leaving there sights again. Even if you were a year younger than them, your getting little siblinged so hard. They have so much more experience now and realize all of the thing they did as kids was dumb and dangerous. They probably teach you how to fight just in case they are not there. But that is unlikely considering how mother hen they all are. If you ever when parkouring like they used to in piltover you would get an earful.

Powder and Ekko would make you little trinkets and gadgets. They'd make things to lure you in and bribe you. Or to love bomb you when you complain they are being to overprotective.

They would be so affectionate. Powder and Claggor the most, we all saw that scene with Claggor and Milo during the dance. Honestly I feel like Milo would be affectionate in the annoying older brother way, like ruffeling you hair and picking you. Ekko would be affectionate when you inationating it.

In tems of duos we would have Claggor with Milo and Powder with Ekko. Milo is the one to tease you alot, but he means well. He probably thinks he's the funnies guy on the planet, when in reality it's probably Claggor. Milo seems like the more aggressive on in terms of yandere's. He is the jokester character but see seems more scared that something might happen to you. That make him more aggressive and paranoid. While Claggor is more level headed and perceptive, but don't be mistaken, he has build and is the stronger of the two

Between Powder and Ekko, Powder is the one you need to worry about. She lost her older sister, Powder was the youngest of the group, so in her mind she is kind of filling Vi's role as older siblng, and must protect you like Vi did her. Should someone try to hurt there darling, Powder is the impulsive one but Ekko is the deadlier one between the two. Ekko is calm and more laid back, but he seems like he has the patience to go in for the kill on the first strike. Silent but deadly.

Now with romance, there all into you, sorry not sorry. I actually don't think they would have the company to share a darling. Powder and Ekko, maybe? But Claggor and Milo, definitly not. Milo would be that last to realize that everyone is pinning after the same darling, there all pretty perceptive so it wouldn't take them long to figure it out amongst eachother.

You would never have any partners, they would scare them all away. Powder would be the dustrusstful one spreading seed of dought anytime someone would flirt with you, saying there not good enought for you. Ekko and Claggor would be the intimidating ones, Ekko has the deadly glare while Claggor has the build to scare off any potital suitors. Milo is one of two, he is the one who likes to claim you already taken, usually with him saying he's you boyfriend, or the physical aggression type. He will get kind of pissy wanting your attention kind of annoying the person flirting with you. Then maybe ruffing the person's up after they leave your earshot so you don't see.

They would all try to one up each other in there own ways Claggor is the more laid-back type and lenient of yandere, so he would milk you needing to escape from the other craziness. Powder is clingy type and needs to be near you always. Ekko seems like the silent type, always lurking in the shadows, the man always has his eyes on you and knows where you are. Milo seems like the possessive and aggressive. Not aggressive in the, I'm going to hurt you type of way but someone else for looking at you the wrong type of way.

No matter who you end up with its going to be messy, I'm sure of it.

[lichenes]

I heard you were begging for Silco asks and I will take literally anything.

Jealous Silco or Jealous Reader (bonus points if Silco doesn't notice that someone is hitting on him)

I also feel like Silco would be an amazing dance partner/classical waltz style or some intimate partner dance but would only ever do it in private.

Silco with a reader who is maternal with Jinx ❤️

Smut or fluff, whatever you feel like writing I just want to treat that man right 👍

To all the anons that requested Silco i will be getting on that soon!! Now I present to you: Silco looking for a mum for Jinx, any takers?

This gif has such a fucking GRIP on me it's driving me insane. How can pixels be SO F I N E. Anyway per your request anon this is Silco x reader x (kinda) platonic!Jinx :D!! SILCO DESERVES SO MUCH LOVEEEE. I don't care if he commited like... actual war crimes, what does AIR mean to my LUNGS. CW: brief cursing!! not much besides that, pretty tame, kinda ooc.... sorri... wc: 1261 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

The Zaunite air was filled with an unrelenting heaviness. Each day, despite Silcos best efforts, the food was getting scarcer and people were more and more scared. It wasn’t ever too much. He could handle it no doubt. Right?

Jinx was sitting on his desk and talking his ear off.

She was enjoying her time with him while Silco was quietly taking care of some documents. Spending time together with Jinx was one of the few things he enjoyed in life. Sure, his unique appearance made many women drawn to him and most people in Zaun felt nothing but respect for the man but he never developed anything meaningful, anything… tangible. Aside from Jinx he had no one. 

The stream of words being let out of Jinx at, at least, 200 words per minute stopped when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Said Silco with his usual sombre tone. He always filled the room with a certain coldness few were able to tolerate or enjoy, for that matter. Sevika entered the room. “Someone wants to talk to you.” 

He nodded, giving her permission to let them in. 

During the conversation with whoever was sitting on the other side of the desk Jinx kept returning to the thought that brushed by her mind that morning. Shouldn’t someone as undoing as a daughter have a mother by her side? Jinx was good. Good at what she did, good at killing and even better at creation. She lacked the maternal hand that was supposed to lead her through life even if she wasn’t exactly aware of what she was looking for she needed someone to guide her through her life. 

On the other hand, Silco, the effective ruler of Zaun, didn’t have anyone to share the parental burdens of life with. The swooning crowd of power-hungry women in the city weren’t a good choice for a mother. Not for someone as unpredictable as Jinx. 

Jinx was convinced you fell from heaven for her, how could he not see it? A godsend perfect for what she needed.

The Last Drop was busy. People talking, the air stuffy with Zaunite tensions, dilemmas and the smoke being extruded out of the lungs of many. He noticed you before, an everyday woman, providing her parents with whatever they needed in their old age. He didn’t do many of the job interviews himself, his lesser henchmen took care of that, but the barkeep of The Last Drop was the person he came to care for. 

“You’re hired.” He said at the end of your chat.

You were used to people chatting you up while you were behind the bar, an additional drink, boredom or true infatuation were all at play here. Never… this. “What can I get you?” You said when someone took the only free stool at the bar. When they didn’t answer you so you turned around to check them out. If they were a danger to the well being of the people inside or the bar itself you’d rather they threatened the guards than you. 

What transpired was truly bizarre. You expected to see anyone here, Sevika in a foul mood, Jinx with a gun to your head or even one of the lesser lackeys of the many people running this city. Silco? Silco was last on your list.

You froze in place almost dropping the pint you were holding. Quickly you put it on the counter in front of the person who ordered it and turned your attention to him. He looked at you with an unusual intent, normally when you’d look over to his usual spot he’d be smoking and surveying the room with his ice-cold vision, today there was… need. 

You were stuck in place not being able to even utter a word in such presence. After a moment more of scaring you into an early grave he spoke. “Come to the back, someone will take your place for tonight.” Suddenly terror turned into anxiety. “Am I being replaced?” He only stood up and went around the bar to presumably accompany you there. 

Your heart was pounding and your hands were sweaty, this could be your execution you realised. Your mind was going a million miles a minute, combing through all your wrongdoings and if you were eligible for any pardon. 

He didn’t enjoy that scared expression on your face, he enjoyed them on most people with exception to Jinx and well… you. “Nothing to be afraid of, lady.” Said Jinx toying with her gun. That definitely didn’t mitigate your concerns. “She’s right.” Said Silco somehow appearing behind you. You jumped at his sudden intrusion into your personal space. 

Explaining what they wanted was certainly difficult. You had a lot of questions regarding your new position as a… babysitter for Jinx? You’d never say that out loud for fear of swift death. The payment was lucrative as well so you decided on accepting the offer. At the end of the talk you were more or less familiarised with what this job entailed, along with being a co-parent to Silco, you were to be on their beck and call, still you retained the position of the barkeep. 

As all people you were a bit afraid of Jinx. Looking at her she was inconspicuous, the braids giving her a child-like wonder look to her. Underneath you could feel a profound sadness sitting inside of her and you were determined to make this weird little fucked up family a happy one at least. 

You were happy to tend to wounds, look after The Last Drop when needed and listen to Jinx talk for hours. With time, Silco grew fond of you. Your mannerisms of a caring and doting parental figure, despite all which burdened you, would soon make him swoon. 

One night after closing when you were wiping down tables Silco walked in, in an unusually good mood. He leaned on one of the clean tables. “Hello. How was your day?” You asked mindlessly, not noticing him inching closer and closer to your figure. Nobody else was in the room when it all happened. 

You weren’t the best at concealing your growing affection towards Silco. The longing stares weren’t doing you any good and the fact that somehow he kept catching you was even worse. You were sure your position was soon to be terminated. 

He spun you around and caged your body between his own. His breath was warm and falling just over your chest. “Silco?” You dared. 

“You make me sick with worry sometimes.” He was… smiling? Silco was smiling? You couldn’t make anything out, your head was spinning from the proximity and his cologne. “Look at me.” He demanded grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards. “I’ve got a question.” You nodded. “Do you want to dance?” You were stunned.

The tables were moved to the sides as Silco put a few coins into the jukebox and began striding towards you with the delicacy and grace of a cat. You put your arm on his shoulder and grasped his other one. He led you around the room to the song being played and amidst the growing tension, brought his lips to yours, hesitantly. The kiss was magical, you could feel yourself rising above the roof when he finally closed the gap. You reciprocated the kiss and as the song faded away he put his hands on your cheeks trying to get as close to you as possible.

He thought he’d lost the spark and now, here you were. 

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[jinxedbychaos]

Echoes of Insanity Ch. 3

Monsters and Heroes

Jinx (Powder) x twin sister

Past-

The room is dimly lit, the soft patter of rain tapping against the windows. Their family's one room home is small, but cozy. With their parents sleeping not far away on a small bed tucked into the corner.

Vi crouches low, her hands curled into playful claws as she pretends to be a growling monster. Little Powder and Ash giggle as they scramble behind a makeshift fort, built from old blankets and boxes.

"I'm a monster! and I'm gonna get you!" Vi says

She keeps her voice low, careful not to wake their parent, but playful menace in her tone sends shivers through the room.

Powder and Ash, once smiling, suddenly exchange wide eyed glances as Vi prowls toward them. Their excitement shift to unease as Vi lets out a quiet roar, the sound a little too loud for comfort in the cramped space.

"No… Vi, stop…" Ash whimpers.

Ash's voice trembles, and she and Powder huddle together, trying to hide beneath the blankets, their small bodies shaking with fear.

Vi's heart sinks the moment she sees their faces. Making her drop the "monster" act instantly.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay! I'm not a monster anymore." Vi says softly and reassuringly.

She steps toward them, her eyes widening in playful alarm as she pretends to spot something behind them.

Vi gasp "Wait… I see it! The monster!"

Powder and Ash both whip their heads around, wide eyed, searching frantically for the monster.

"Where? Where is it?" Ash whispers worried.

Tears well up in both Ash's and Powder's eyes, their imaginations running wild. Vi, quick on her feet, grabs an old stick lying nearby and swings it dramatically through the air.

"There! I'll get it! Don't worry, I'll save you!" Vi says

She swing the stick through the air, pretending to fight off the invisible monster. With each exaggerated swipe, the fear in her sisters faces melts away, replaced with awe and laughter.

"Get it Vi!" Powder says giggling.

"Go, Vi!" Ash cheers.

They watch as Vi delivers one final, exaggerated blow, defeating the invisible monster. She stands up, breathing heavily.

"It's gone. You're safe now" Vi grins proudly.

Powder and Ash rush forward, wrapping their arms around Vi in a tight hug, their earlier fear completely forgotten. Vi smiles, wrapping her arms around them pulling them closer.

"see? I won't let any monster hurt you." Vi says tucking them in the bed with her.

She lays down with them on the small bed, the three of them nestled together, safe and warm under the blankets. the soft sound of rain continues outside as their world becomes a little smaller and safer, wrapped up in each other.

Present-

We walk through the dimly lit interior of The Last Drop, heads down, going down into the basement room, we drop onto different couches Powder and me siting close together, the tension hanging thick in the air.

"Vander learns none of this." Vi mutter, her voice low but firm

"No worries there. Powder and Ash took care of the evidence" Mylo says

"We tried, okay?" Powder shoots back defensively. I chime in "You don't get it you're older" frustration bubbling up in my voice.

"You're bigger!. It, it isn't fair!" Powder adds, her small fists clenched in frustration.

"So stick with us!" Mylo snaps, his voice harsh, his anger barely contained. "Take a punch or two."

The sudden creak of a door cuts through the air, and we all turn as Vander steps in, his eyes landing on Vi, who tries to avoid his gaze. Powder and I shrink into the couch, clutching each other, trying to blend into the couch.

"Everyone alright?" Vander's voice is calm as he descends the stairs.

"Never better." Mylo says a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"Good" Vander responds "I don't suppose you can explain why it is that I'm hearing about an explosion" he continues, his hands on his back as he walks through the room "and a foot chase topside? five children fleeing the scene."

Nobody meet his eyes everyone trying to look elsewhere.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Vander's voice rises, his frustration seeping through.

"That we could handle a real job." Vi finally snaps, lifting her head to meet his gaze with defiance.

"A real job?" Vander repeats, incredulity in his voice.

"We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody ever saw." Vi says, he voice sharpening as the anger builds.

"You blew up a building!" Vander shoot back.

"That wasn't-" Vi begins but Vander cuts her off, his patience worn thin.

"Did you ever stop to think about what could have happened to you?" he nearly shouts "eh? To them?" he gestures towards us, but we avoid his gaze, trying to disappear.

"Where did you even get this tip?" Vander presses, turning his attention fully to Vi.

"We heard it at Benzo's shop." Powders blurts out, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"From?" Vander asks, his brow furrowed.

"Little Man" she admits, her voice small.

Vander lets out a heavy sigh.

Vi stands, stepping closer to him "I took us there. if you wanna be mad, be mad at me" she says, her voice steady "But you're the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world"

Vander's face hardens "I also told you time and time again, the northside's off limit" Vander shouts at Vi "We stay out of Piltover's business"

"Why?" Vi shoots back, her voice rising again "They've got plenty, while we're down here scraping together coins. When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?"

The rooms falls silent, Even Mylo. We all look at them in silence

"everyone out" Vander says, his voice calm.

Vander and Vi face each other as the rest of the gang stand and leave the room. I grab Powder's hand and together we slip out of the room.

We head upstairs, leaving Vander and Vi behind the room, their voices jus a murmur now. Claggor and Mylo stop outside the door trying to eavesdrop, Mylo leans his ear against the door. But Powder and I make our way to the back door of The Last Drop. Neither of us say a word as we step into the alley, the door creaking shut behind us. The cool air brushes against our skin, but we keep holding hands, a silent comfort.

I glance at Powder. her blue eyes wide with lingering guilt.

"Do you think… Vi's mad at us?" She finally whispers, her voice almost trembling.

I squeeze her hand "I-I don't know" I admit.

"I-I hate this" Powder whispers her lip quivering. "We mess everything up. We always do"

"It's not our fault" I reply, though my voice wavers, not fully convinced myself.

Powders look at me, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. "but.. what if Mylo is right? What if we're just… jinxes?"

I pause, letting her words linger in the air. "He's wrong" I say, this time more firmly, though doubt nags at me too "We can probe him wrong, we just need to try harder"

Powder squeezes my hand tighter, a flicker of hope igniting behind her worried expression. "You really think so?"

"I know so" I say offering a small, reassuring smile. "Let's see what we can find around here. Maybe we can build something new a better bomb"

Her face lights up at the suggestion, the spark of invention returning to her eyes "yeah! Let's do that!"

Together, we start searching through the alley, our eyes scanning the ground and near by trash bins. We approach a rusted pipe, and I try to twist the cap off, but it's stuck "Help me, Powder" I say, and together we manage to pry it open.

peering inside, I spot something shiny at the bottom. I stretch my arm in, trying to reach it, but it's just out of grasp. "Too far" I mutter

"I'll try" Powder offers. She slides her arm in, streatching her fingers toward the object.

While she tries to reach the object, I glance over and notice Claggor and Vander slipping out the back door, carrying a bag full of something. They don't say a word, just passing us by in silence.

"Got it!" Powder exclaims, pulling out the small, gleaming object. She holds it up to show me, and I reach to grab it. We both turn it over in our hands, examining it closely. Once I let go, Powder tucks it into her pocket.

As she does, her fingers brush against something else, the blue crystals we took from the workshop, She takes one out of her pocket and her hand closes around it, Her eyes widening. "We have to show this to Vi"

Without wasting another moment, we run back to the door, and hurry downstairs to the basement, jumping the last step.

As we reach the ajar basement door. Just as we're about to entry, we hear the voices from within. Mylo's speaking to Vi.

"they're a problem" Mylo grumbles.

Vi sighs. "Mylo, I'm really not-"

But Mylo cuts her off. "Do you remember what was in that bag?" He throws a ball against the wall, catching it on the rebound "The biggest payout we've ever seen, and they just lost it"

"They made a mistake" Vi says, defending us.

Mylo throws the ball again. "Name one time they haven't"

"They're young" Vi replies, her voice quieter but firm.

"Don't bullshit me" Mylo snaps, tossing the ball against the wall again "You were twice the person at half their age."

"You know what, Mylo you're right" Vi says.

Her words hit me hard, a surge of emotions bubbling up, anger, sadness, confusion. It all mixes together in a tight knot inside me.

"There's a bunch of things Powder and Ash just can't do" Vi continues, her voice steady but sharp.

"You don't need to tell me twice" Mylo mutters, throwing the ball again.

I can't listen to this anymore. I grab Powder's arm, and we quietly slip away, heading to our room. I don't want to hear another word.

Once inside, I let go of her arm and sit down on the bunk bed, starring at the wall in silence. The weight of everything sinks in, pressing down on my chest. I don't say anything to Powder, I don't even know what to say.

Powder watches me, she is as confused and hurt as I am. After a moment, she walks over to the record player, pulling out a disc. She carefully places it on the turntable and lowers the needle, and then she comes to sit beside me.

We don't speak. we just sit there, listening to the music.

Neither of us mentions what Vi said. It’s too raw, too painful to dig into right now. But the words hang between us like a shadow.

Powder fidgets beside me, her knee bouncing nervously. I know she’s thinking about it too, but like me, she's not sure how to talk about it. Finally, she breaks the silence.

"does Vi hates us?," she asks, her voice shaky.

I don’t answer right away. Thinking about what to say, Instead, I reach for the box under the bed the one with the scraps we’ve found. I pull it out and open it, revealing wires, metal bits, broken gadgets, everything we’ve managed to collect for our next project.

“I-i don't know” I finally admit, my voice barely more than a whisper, "Maybe she does" I say as I run my fingers over the pieces, Trying to focus on something else, I grab one and start working on it, the movement familiar, almost automatic.

Powder watches me for a moment, then pulls her knees to her chest. After a beat, she leans forward, rummaging through the parts beside me. The energy between us shifts, our focus turning to the creation in front of us. It's like we’re speaking through the work, letting it fill the space between us instead of words.

After a while, of pulling wires and putting metal scraps together, we finally finish. We both smile, just a little. It's not like the pain is gone, or that Vi's word didn't hurt, but building something together just make us feel better.

Powder picks up the crayons and starts drawing on our creation, giving it a face with sharp, spiky teeth. When I reach for the a crayon to add my own touch. We hear Vi's voice coming from the top bunk.

"What are you calling this one?" she asks, looking down at us.

Our smiles fall instantly as we look up at her.

"Whisker" Powder answers.

Vi climb down from the bed and sit with us.

"You guys wanna talk about today?" Vi asks gently.

"What's the point?" Powder mumbles "we've ruined everything. we always do"

"Nobody said that" Vi replies.

"No. just that you were 'twice the person' at half our age" I say, a bit of sarcasm slipping into my voice.

"You heard them" Powder adds, her voice small "we're not fighters."

"You don't have to be" Vi says, trying to reassure us. "look, I've got these" She says, holding up her fists, "and you've got those" She points to the bomb shells scattered across the bed.

"They never work" I mutter, frustration bubbling up as I pull my legs to my chest and hug them tighter.

"They will" Vi says firmly. Then she stands "Come with me."

"What?" Powder asks, glancing at Vi then back at me.

"Come on!" Vi repeats walking off.

Powder hesitates but gets up from the bed, offering me her hand. which I take, and together we follow Vi.

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Ch. 1 - Ch. 4

I was supposed to update this on Sunday, but I forgot sorry.

My exams are close so I need to focus on studying which means there won't be updates as often :( But I'll try to make some time into writing though I can't promise.

Don't forget to leave a like and a comment I'm open to suggestions.

[aspenmissing]

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JAYCE

The Academy halls hummed with quiet energy, the rhythmic murmur of voices mingling with the distant hum of machinery and the occasional metallic clink of tools. Y/N moved purposefully through the corridors, her arms cradling an eclectic collection of blueprints, sketches, and notes. The crisp parchment edges tickled her fingers, and the faint scent of ink and graphite followed her like a familiar companion. As she passed by bustling classrooms and open workspaces, a few students glanced her way, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity—Y/N Talis, wife of Jayce Talis, the formidable engineer and brilliant mind in her own right, always left an impression.

She turned the final corner leading to Jayce's lab, her heels clicking against the polished floors with a measured precision. Through the large glass window of the door, she spotted him instantly. Jayce’s broad shoulders were hunched slightly as he leaned over his workstation, gesturing animatedly with a spanner in hand. His deep, confident voice carried faintly through the barrier, underscored by his natural charisma. Opposite him stood a young woman, her bright eyes locked on him as though he were the sun, her posture leaning just enough to blur the line between attentive and overly familiar.

The girl’s hand rested lightly on Jayce’s arm, her laughter too airy, her smile too wide. Y/N’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. She recognised the type—the overeager assistant or ambitious student hoping for a little more than professional mentorship. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen someone vying for Jayce’s attention, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. But jealousy wasn’t in her nature, not when she trusted Jayce with everything she had. Instead, she found the situation mildly amusing, like watching a play unfold where the ending was already written.

Shifting the weight of the documents in her arms, Y/N stepped forward, nudging the door open with her hip. The quiet creak of the hinges was enough to break the conversation inside.

“Jayce,” she called, her voice smooth and warm, yet with an undeniable edge of authority that filled the space effortlessly.

Jayce’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his expression shifting from focused concentration to unabashed delight. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like a man seeing the love of his life walk into the room—which, of course, she was. “Perfect timing. I was just talking about the diagrams you’re carrying.”

The young woman stiffened slightly, her hand withdrawing from Jayce’s arm as though burned. Her eyes flickered to Y/N, quickly assessing her presence. Y/N stepped into the lab fully, her movements confident and unhurried, and placed the stack of blueprints and notes onto the table nearest Jayce. She dusted off her hands and turned towards him, her lips curving into a soft, genuine smile.

“Got everything you asked for,” she said casually, though there was an unmistakable tenderness in her tone. Without hesitation, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a deliberate kiss to his lips, her hand brushing his jawline gently.

Jayce responded instantly, his free hand instinctively finding the small of her back. The kiss was brief but unmissable, a silent declaration to anyone watching that Y/N was his and he was hers. When they parted, Jayce’s eyes lingered on her face, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “You’re a lifesaver, love,” he murmured, his tone dripping with affection.

Y/N’s gaze shifted to the girl, who now stood awkwardly by the workstation, her posture tense, her smile faltering. “And who’s this?” Y/N asked, her tone polite but laced with an unspoken firmness that immediately established her dominance in the room. “Do you need something?”

The girl blinked, visibly caught off guard. “Oh, um,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I was just... asking Mr Talis about some technical details for my project.”

Jayce nodded, his hand still resting on Y/N’s back as he explained. “She’s working on a research proposal,” he said, his tone easy but entirely professional. “Needed a bit of advice.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her expression remaining kind but unwavering. “Well, you’ve come to the right person,” she said with a faint smile, her eyes locking with the girl’s. “Jayce is brilliant at this sort of thing. He loves helping others.”

Her words were friendly enough, but the subtle shift in her posture—standing closer to Jayce, her hand lightly brushing his arm—spoke volumes. She wasn’t just Jayce’s partner in work; she was his partner in life, and she had no intention of letting anyone forget that.

The girl’s smile grew increasingly strained. She quickly began gathering her notes, her movements rushed and clumsy. “Right... Well, thank you for your time, Mr Talis,” she said, her voice pitched slightly higher than before. “I’ll, um, follow up later if I have more questions.” She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes darting between the couple, before practically fleeing the lab. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing faintly in the now-quiet room.

Jayce let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he turned to Y/N. “You handled that like a pro,” he said, his tone filled with admiration.

Y/N shrugged, leaning into his side with a sly smile. “I trust you,” she said simply. “But if someone’s getting touchy, I’m not going to let them think they have a chance.”

He grinned, his hand moving to cup her cheek as he looked down at her. “Good. Because I’m yours and only yours.”

“Damn right you are,” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She nudged him playfully before turning back to the stack of blueprints. Unrolling one of them, she scanned the intricate diagrams, her brows furrowing slightly. “Now, let’s get back to work. I don’t have time to fend off your fan club all day.”

Jayce laughed, the rich sound filling the lab. “Deal. But for the record, you’re the only admirer I care about.”

Y/N glanced up at him, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. She reached out, brushing her fingers against his. “Good answer,” she murmured with a smirk before refocusing on the blueprint in her hands.

As they settled into their work, the earlier interruption faded into the background, replaced by the quiet, easy rhythm of their partnership. The hum of the lab surrounded them, but nothing could compare to the unspoken understanding and love that passed between them with every shared glance and touch. Together, they were unstoppable.

VIKTOR

The bustling streets of Piltover's marketplace were alive with chatter, laughter, and the vibrant colours of countless stalls. Merchants called out to passers-by, enticing them with promises of rare spices, glittering trinkets, and the finest textiles in the city. Children darted between legs, their laughter ringing out like bells, while the smell of freshly baked bread and roasted chestnuts wafted through the crisp afternoon air.

Y/N walked beside Viktor, her hand brushing his every so often as they strolled. Her humming was soft, barely audible over the noise of the market, but it was enough for Viktor to catch the tune. He smiled to himself, matching his steps with hers as best he could, his cane tapping lightly against the cobblestones with every measured step.

Viktor didn’t often venture into the crowded streets of Piltover. The chaotic energy of the marketplace wasn’t exactly his domain—he preferred the quiet order of his lab. But with Y/N beside him, her boundless curiosity and infectious excitement made the marketplace feel almost magical.

As they wandered further into the maze of stalls, Y/N’s attention flitted from one display to the next. A vendor showcasing intricately carved wooden figurines caught her eye, then another selling jars of honey so golden they seemed to glow in the sunlight. Without even realising it, she drifted a few steps ahead, her gaze fixed on a stall overflowing with brightly coloured fabrics.

Viktor paused, noticing her absence. He turned his head, searching the crowd until he caught a glimpse of her dark hair weaving through the throng. A fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. “Always in her own world,” he murmured, shaking his head affectionately before beginning his careful pursuit.

Y/N, meanwhile, had been drawn to a flower vendor’s stall. The display was stunning—a riot of colours spilling out from buckets and vases, the petals dewy and fragrant. She leaned in to inhale the scent of a bouquet of violets, their delicate purple hues catching the light. The scent was intoxicating, a sweet reminder of open fields and quiet meadows.

“You’ve got a good eye for beauty,” a voice interrupted her reverie. Y/N straightened and turned to find a tall, broad-shouldered man standing beside her, his grin as self-assured as his tone. He gestured toward the violets she’d been admiring. “But they’ve got nothing on you.”

Y/N blinked, caught slightly off guard, but her expression quickly shifted into one of polite friendliness. “Thank you,” she said, her tone light and neutral. “I was just admiring the flowers.”

The man stepped closer, clearly emboldened. “Maybe I could buy you a bouquet? What’s your favourite? Roses? Daffodils?”

Y/N shook her head gently, trying not to sound curt. “That’s kind of you, but I’m just browsing.”

The man didn’t take the hint. “Oh, come on. A pretty woman like you deserves to be spoiled.” His grin widened, his tone oozing smug confidence, as if he were certain she’d melt under his charm.

Before Y/N could respond, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Am I interrupting something?”

She turned to see Viktor standing a few paces away, his golden eyes sharp despite the calm expression on his face. He leaned slightly on his cane, his posture steady and self-assured despite his evident limp.

The stranger frowned, his gaze flicking dismissively over Viktor’s figure, lingering on the brace on his leg and the cane in his hand. “No offence, mate,” the man said, his tone dripping with condescension, “but this doesn’t concern you. Why don’t you hobble off and leave the lady to someone who can actually keep up with her?”

Y/N’s polite smile vanished instantly, replaced by a glare that could have frozen the sun. Before she could speak, Viktor stepped closer, his cane clicking against the stones as he approached.

His eyes met hers for a brief moment, and in that glance, they shared an unspoken understanding—a silent agreement that this man wasn’t worth their time.

Viktor turned his attention back to the stranger, his expression calm but resolute. “I would suggest you leave my wife alone,” he said, his tone measured but carrying a quiet authority that demanded respect.

The stranger blinked, momentarily stunned. “Your wife?” he repeated, disbelief written all over his face.

Viktor didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a few coins, and handed them to the flower vendor. He carefully selected a bouquet of violets—the same ones Y/N had been admiring—and held them out to her, his smile softening.

“For you, moje krásná paní manželka,” he said, his voice warm and tinged with a playful emphasis on the words. (My pretty lady wife)

Y/N’s expression melted into one of pure affection. She took the flowers from him, her smile radiant as she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured, her voice sweet enough to make the stranger’s ears burn.

Viktor offered the man one final glance—polite but firm. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere important to be.”

Without waiting for a response, he extended his free hand to Y/N, who slipped her fingers through his without hesitation. Together, they turned and walked away, leaving the flustered man standing speechless by the flower stall.

As they rejoined the flow of the marketplace, Y/N gave Viktor’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, her voice soft but touched with gratitude.

Viktor chuckled, a quiet sound that rumbled pleasantly in his chest. “Perhaps not,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But I couldn’t let him think he had a chance, could I?”

She laughed, the sound bright and warm as the sun overhead. “My hero,” she said, her smile playful but her eyes shining with sincerity.

Viktor glanced down at her, his golden eyes brimming with affection. “And you,” he said softly, “are worth every flower in Piltover.”

JAYVIK

The grand hall of the gala glittered with opulence, the lights bouncing off the crystalline chandeliers and polished marble floors. A soft murmur of chatter, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses filled the space. Y/N stood off to the side with Viktor, her arm looped casually through his. The pair, along with Mel Medarda, were engaged in polite conversation about recent developments in Piltover politics, though the conversation flowed easily to lighter subjects, like the evening’s extravagant décor.

As Mel’s laughter tapered off, her dark eyes drifted past Y/N and Viktor, honing in on a familiar figure across the room. She smirked knowingly and tilted her glass towards the scene. “Your Jayce appears to be quite the centre of attention tonight.”

Y/N and Viktor turned their heads in unison, their gazes falling on Jayce. The tall inventor stood amidst a small group of men and women, all hanging onto his every word. His confidence was magnetic, and it was clear he was enjoying himself, though the crowd seemed just a bit too interested. Hands brushed his arm, fingers lingered on his shoulder, and laughter bubbled up too freely from his admirers.

Viktor hummed, his lips twitching in mild annoyance. “Like moths to a flame,” he remarked dryly, leaning more heavily on his cane.

Y/N sighed, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Honestly, they’re practically swarming him,” she muttered. She took a sip of her champagne, her grip on the glass tightening. “Do they not see the ring on his finger?”

“Do they care?” Viktor countered, raising a brow. He exchanged a glance with Y/N, both of them clearly on the same page. Jayce might be their husband, but that didn’t mean they were above feeling a twinge of jealousy at the scene before them.

Mel chuckled, an elegant, knowing sound that drew their attention back to her. “Now, now,” she teased, “don’t do anything rash. You’ll only make it more amusing for them.” Her sharp eyes gleamed with mischief as she took a slow sip from her glass. “Besides, we wouldn’t want to start a scene, would we?”

Viktor rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “Rash? Us? Never,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N let out a quiet laugh but folded her arms across her chest, unable to entirely suppress the spark of annoyance. “Maybe I should go remind him that he’s the one who’s supposed to stay by our sides, not entertain every vulture that flutters by.”

“Oh, but you’re far more captivating when you let him sweat a little,” Mel pointed out with a sly grin. “He’s a smart man—he’ll realise soon enough.”

As if sensing their gazes, Jayce glanced over, his broad smile faltering slightly when he caught the looks Y/N and Viktor were sending his way. His admirers seemed not to notice, but Jayce’s shoulders straightened, and he offered them a sheepish smile.

Y/N smirked, raising her glass towards him in a silent toast. Viktor gave a subtle shake of his head, a small but unmistakable warning. Jayce quickly excused himself from the group, weaving through the crowd to join his partners.

When he finally reached them, Jayce rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence a little diminished. “I see you noticed my, uh… predicament.”

Y/N arched a brow. “Predicament? Looked like you were having the time of your life.”

“More like being circled by sharks,” Viktor quipped, though there was no real venom in his tone.

Jayce huffed out a laugh, sliding an arm around both of them. “You know there’s only two people I’d rather spend my time with.”

“Smart answer,” Y/N said, though her tone was laced with affection.

“Very,” Viktor agreed, leaning slightly into Jayce’s side. “But don’t let it happen again.”

Before Jayce could respond, Y/N’s sharp eyes flicked over his shoulder, catching sight of two of his earlier admirers hesitantly making their way towards them. They were still wearing the same overly polite smiles, clearly unwilling to relinquish his attention just yet. Y/N let out a quiet, guttural sound—not quite a growl, but close enough to make Viktor glance at her with an amused expression.

“Oh no,” Viktor murmured under his breath, his lips twitching with humour. “You’re doing the thing again.”

“Let me handle it,” Y/N whispered, her voice dangerously sweet as her eyes tracked the approaching pair. “I’m not in the mood for this nonsense.”

Jayce followed her gaze, his brows knitting together as he realised who was coming. He sighed, stepping slightly in front of his partners in an instinctive gesture of protection. “I’ll—”

“No,” Y/N interrupted firmly, her free hand lightly pressing against his chest. “They’ve had more than enough of your time.”

Mel, observing the exchange, covered her mouth to hide her grin. “I do enjoy seeing you three in action,” she remarked, swirling her champagne. “It’s always so… theatrical.”

Viktor straightened slightly, gripping his cane as if considering stepping in himself. “Let them come,” he said dryly, though his tone held an edge. “I’d like to see how bold they really are.”

As the pair drew closer, Y/N’s glare sharpened into something almost predatory. The intensity of her stare must have registered because they hesitated, exchanged a few murmured words, and quickly retreated back into the crowd.

Jayce let out a relieved laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t realise I’d married such a formidable pair.”

Y/N smirked, lifting her glass in mock toast. “It’s not formidable—it’s called protecting what’s ours.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jayce said, his voice full of warmth as he pulled them both closer.

Mel tilted her head, raising her glass to them. “Now, that is how you command a room without saying a word. Bravo.”

VANDER

Y/N was bustling about the dimly lit chaos of The Last Drop, weaving through the crowd with the practised ease of someone who’d worked the bar for years. The tavern was alive with noise: laughter, shouts, clinking glasses, and the occasional thud of a fist meeting a table in emphasis. The air smelled of spilled ale, sweat, and smoke, but Y/N didn’t mind. She thrived in this environment. She always carried herself with an air of calm grace, even amidst the most chaotic nights, her presence grounding to both the regulars and the staff.

Tonight was no different—at least, not at first. But as the hours ticked by, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. A quick glance confirmed it: a table in the corner, occupied by a group of men who’d been lingering far too long over their drinks, their gazes lingering far too long on her.

She ignored them as best she could, continuing to flit between tables, clearing mugs, taking orders, and flashing her polite smile at every lewd comment thrown her way. It wasn’t uncommon in a place like this, but it didn’t make it any less tiresome. She was used to handling herself, though. She always had been.

Eventually, the inevitable happened. She approached the corner table to clear the growing collection of empty mugs. One of the men, a scruffy fellow with a greasy grin, leaned back in his chair and extended his boot, blocking her path with an exaggerated smirk.

"Well, aren’t you a pretty thing," he slurred, his words thick with drink and arrogance. His eyes roamed over her in a way that made her skin crawl. "Didn’t know The Last Drop hired angels to serve the likes of us."

Y/N kept her expression neutral, though her polite smile remained firmly in place. She expertly sidestepped his boot, bending slightly to collect the mugs without missing a beat. “Just doing my job,” she replied smoothly, her tone calm and professional. “What can I get you?”

The man’s companions chuckled, their laughter carrying the kind of oily smugness that sent a flicker of annoyance through her. She didn’t let it show, focusing instead on scribbling down their order. But one of the men leaned forward, his smirk widening as his eyes caught the glint of her wedding ring.

"That ring of yours, love,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “Bet whoever put it there can’t protect you like we could. Someone like you needs a man who can actually handle himself.” He sat back, clearly pleased with his own bravado, as his companions snickered.

Y/N felt a flicker of irritation, but her smile didn’t falter. She was used to comments like this, and she knew how to brush them off without escalating the situation. Still, she opened her mouth to respond, ready to deliver a cutting yet professional retort—when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

A familiar presence loomed behind her, and a long shadow fell across the table. The men’s chuckles faded as they slowly realised they were no longer the centre of attention. Vander had arrived.

“Is that right?” came his low, gravelly voice, calm but brimming with a quiet menace that sent a chill through the room.

Y/N didn’t even flinch. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile softening slightly at the sight of her husband. Vander stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his imposing figure radiating authority. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on the men at the table.

The scruffy man who had spoken earlier shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his cocky grin faltering. "Just a bit of fun,” he muttered, his bravado evaporating under Vander’s piercing gaze.

“Funny,” Vander said, his tone deceptively calm as he leaned down slightly, resting a large, calloused hand on Y/N’s lower back. “Because it sounded like you were asking for a different kind of lesson.”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and the men exchanged uneasy glances. Y/N, ever composed, placed the tray down on the table with practised ease, her polite smile still firmly in place.

“Well then,” she said cheerfully, her tone light and unconcerned, “your drinks will be out shortly.” Her calm demeanour only seemed to emphasise Vander’s silent warning, and she could feel his hand resting protectively against her back.

Vander straightened, his gaze never leaving the table as he addressed the men one final time. "You’d best remember where you are. And who runs it." His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "You don’t touch what’s mine."

The men muttered hurried apologies, their confidence thoroughly shattered. They couldn’t look anywhere but their table as Y/N turned to continue her work, Vander following close behind her. When they reached the bar, she glanced up at him with a teasing smile, her expression amused.

“Subtle as ever, aren’t you?” she said softly, reaching for a fresh tray of mugs.

Vander huffed a quiet laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned against the bar. His hand brushed hers, a quiet reassurance. “Didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

“I noticed.” She leaned up on her toes, Vander bending down a little, to press a quick kiss to his cheek, her smile warm. “But I’ve got it handled. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s going to try anything now.”

Vander smiled down at her, his hand resting briefly against her cheek before dropping to his side. “Damn right they won’t.”

Despite the earlier tension, the moment between them felt light, easy. Y/N returned to her work with a renewed sense of calm, while Vander lingered near the bar, his protective gaze ensuring no one else even thought about testing their luck.

SILCO

The dim light of Silco's office cast long shadows across the room, the flickering flames of the lamps accentuating his sharp features. He sat at his desk, fingers steepled, eyes narrowed in thought as he spoke with a man from one of the lesser factions in Zaun. Silco's voice was calm, calculated, but there was an edge to it—a clear warning not to waste his time. His presence alone commanded authority, but there was something more palpable in the air. The unspoken understanding that crossing him would be a mistake—one no one would make twice.

And then, there was you.

Leaning languidly against the edge of Silco's desk, you were a vision of confidence, of power masked behind the allure of your smile. Your body was angled just enough to hold the man’s attention, your eyes locked onto his, but always, always dancing over him as if to draw him in. Your lips curled into a sultry smile, soft and inviting, while your fingers traced the smooth surface of the desk, the subtle motion hypnotic, like the flick of a predator’s tail.

You knew exactly what you were doing. Your touch, the slow movements of your hands, they were designed to disarm, to draw attention away from Silco’s calculated threats and promises. The man—poor fool—couldn’t seem to focus on a single word Silco was saying. His eyes darted between you and the dangerous man across the desk, unable to stop himself from being pulled into your orbit. You could practically see his resolve crumbling, his thoughts scrambling as your presence enveloped him.

You leaned forward slightly, close enough to make him tense, your hand brushing lightly across the man’s shoulder. His breath caught, eyes widening as you spoke, your voice a soft, lilting purr that made his chest tighten. "You know," you murmured, the words laced with honeyed temptation, "working with us could benefit you more than you think. I can promise, we make it worth your while."

The man stammered, lost for words as your fingers trailed slowly down the front of his chest. Your touch was delicate but deliberate, each movement designed to toy with him, to make him feel as if he were the only person in the room. His pulse quickened as he tried to compose himself, but you leaned in just enough for your lips to hover close to his ear, the scent of your perfume clouding his mind.

Silco watched all of it, his gaze as cold as steel. His fingers tightened imperceptibly around the edge of his desk, the movement barely noticeable, but his jaw clenched with restraint. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were a black widow—using your beauty, your charm, your body as a weapon, a tool to distract, to ensnare, to get what you wanted. And he couldn't help but admire it, in all its lethal precision. You had always been a master of manipulation, drawing people into your web with ease, your every move calculated to make them underestimate the danger you posed.

It was thrilling, watching you weave your spell, but it was dangerous too. Because while he had seen many fall prey to your charms, seeing your hands on another man, your lips curling with that teasing smile—it stirred something in him that wasn’t just a sharp sense of control, but a possessiveness, an urge to protect what was his, and a frustration that he couldn’t fully contain. It was a feeling that didn’t make sense, one that was far from rational, but it was there nonetheless, simmering beneath the surface.

A flare of jealousy—sharp, immediate—flashed through him.

"Enough," Silco snapped, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip cracking through the air. The man jumped, startled, his eyes shifting between Silco and you, as if trying to gauge his next move. But Silco’s glare was as unforgiving as a blade, and the man was no fool. "Leave. Now."

The man blinked, the fear creeping into his eyes as he quickly gathered himself. His hands fumbled as he straightened his clothes, his voice shaking as he stammered a hasty apology. Silco's gaze, cold and commanding, made it clear there was no room for argument. The man didn’t hesitate; he fled, the door slamming behind him as though it were a final punctuation to his presence in Silco’s domain.

You turned slowly towards Silco, your lips curving into a teasing smile. You could feel the shift in the air, the subtle tension that thickened as you stood before him. Your brow arched, and you tilted your head, a faint, innocent look in your eyes that did little to mask the playfulness beneath. "What?" you asked, your voice lilting, soft as you returned his gaze. "I was just making sure he didn’t get distracted."

Silco’s expression remained unreadable for a moment, but his movements betrayed his inner thoughts. He stood abruptly, stepping around the desk with the calculated grace of a predator, his eyes never leaving yours. He moved with purpose, each step measured, predatory. His presence closed in around you like a tightening noose, and you knew there was no escape from the storm you had stirred.

"What was that, darling?" His voice was low, a growl wrapped in silk, the words heavy with dark intent. He stopped in front of you, his towering presence forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. "Don’t play coy with me."

You shrugged nonchalantly, not an ounce of fear in your posture, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken. "Just helping you seal the deal. He seemed… distracted. I thought a little charm might keep him focused."

He moved suddenly, his hand darting out to grip your chin, not with violence, but with the firm authority that only he could wield. His fingers were like iron around you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You couldn’t look away, caught in the heat of his glare, the raw intensity of his gaze burning through you like a brand. "You think I need your… charm to make people listen to me?" His voice was dangerously soft, but the underlying threat was clear.

You smirked, undeterred, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "Of course not. But it doesn’t hurt to have a little insurance, does it?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, his body pressing into yours as his breath ghosted over your ear. "And what about me, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice dark, thick with a possessiveness you could feel radiating off him. "Watching you touch him, lean into him like that…" His hand moved to the small of your back, fingers splaying out as though claiming you in front of him, as if the very air around you belonged to him. "Do you enjoy testing my patience?"

Your smirk faltered, just slightly. His jealousy was palpable, raw, and it sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You’d never seen him so openly possessive. "I didn’t mean anything by it," you murmured, your voice dropping into something more sincere, more vulnerable. "You know that."

His lips brushed against your ear, the feel of his breath sending a tremor through you. "I do," he said, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. "But I can’t stand the sight of another man’s hands near you—or yours on him." His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him, and the sharp edges of his anger twisted into something more primal. "I think you need a reminder of who you belong to."

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours with a hunger that nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. His kiss was fierce, possessive, claiming, as if he wanted to mark you, to make you remember where you belonged. His hands moved over you, gripping your hips tightly, possessively, as though daring the universe itself to try and take you from him. You melted into the kiss, the heat between you both burning bright and consuming.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, hooded with desire, but beneath that, there was something more—an unspoken command. His voice was a low rasp, filled with a raw edge. "You’re mine, Y/N," he whispered, each word dripping with possessiveness. "And don’t you forget it."

A sly smile crept across your face, despite the heavy weight of his words. You leaned into him, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, and your lips brushed against his ear. "How could I, with the way you remind me?"

His smirk returned, but it was sharper, more dangerous. "Good," he growled, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as though there was no distance he was willing to allow. "Because next time, I won’t be so… patient."

As the air around you thickened with desire, you could feel the undeniable shift in power—you were his, and you always would be. The game had changed. And Silco, in all his quiet, commanding intensity, had reminded you just how much control he had over you, body and soul.

JINX/POWDER

The sun was sinking lower in the sky, casting long shadows over Zaun's rundown streets. The city had always been a place of stark contrasts—grimy and industrial, yet teeming with life, especially in the market district. Y/N sat on an old, weathered bench, legs crossed, her hands resting loosely in her lap as she hummed a soft melody, her gaze distant. The hustle and bustle around her seemed to fade as she focused on the simple pleasure of the moment.

A small cluster of Zaun’s children had gathered around her, forming a loose circle. They were entranced by her calm, collected presence. Her voice, a soft mix of wisdom and warmth, flowed effortlessly as she spoke to them.

“I don’t care if you make mistakes,” she said with a reassuring smile, her eyes flicking between the eager faces of the kids. “We all do. But that’s not what matters. What matters is what you do after. You can keep making the same mistake, or you can learn from it and move forward. What are you gonna do?”

The children’s eyes lit up, hanging on her every word, nodding along as if absorbing each bit of advice like a sponge. Y/N had become their unspoken anchor in this chaotic world, a person they could rely on for more than just survival tips. She gave them hope in a place that had little of it to spare, and they respected her deeply for it. Whether they sought advice on how to stay out of trouble or simply needed someone to listen, Y/N was always there.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden, unmistakable sound of someone shifting through the alleyways, their footsteps quick and light, a telltale sign of someone who wasn’t trying to be discreet. Y/N smiled softly to herself, knowing exactly who it was, even before she looked up.

The familiar rustling of Jinx's footsteps echoed through the air, and sure enough, the moment Y/N’s gaze lifted, she spotted her—her hair a chaotic mess of blue curls, eyes narrowed in a way that meant only one thing: mischief. Jinx’s gaze, however, was fixed firmly on the group of kids gathered around Y/N.

Y/N could practically hear the gears turning in Jinx's head. The older woman could see the sharp lines of irritation appearing across Jinx’s face, her lips curling into an almost predatory smirk. Her eyes—those wild, electric blue eyes—glowed with a certain intensity that made her presence undeniably formidable.

“They’re all over you, huh?” Jinx asked, her voice tinged with an edge of annoyance that only she could mask with that signature grin. “What’s the deal with that? They’re... like... swarming you, and I’m standing here, like, totally ignored.”

Y/N chuckled, her laugh light but full of affection. She turned to meet Jinx’s gaze, watching the younger woman as she crossed her arms over her chest, a sulking pout beginning to form.

“They just look up to me, Jinx,” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one who’s been around longer. They’re kids; they need someone to look to. You know that.”

But before Y/N could say more, Jinx had already taken a step forward, her posture suddenly rigid with determination. Her eyes locked onto the children, who had begun to slowly back away, sensing her unsettling presence. Without a word, Jinx raised a hand, giving them a slow, deliberate glare. It was the kind of look that could freeze anyone in place, a mixture of warning and threat that sent a chill through the air.

The kids, wide-eyed and stiff with fear, began to scatter. One by one, they scurried away, no longer able to stand their ground against the unpredictable force of Jinx. Y/N shook her head with an exasperated but fond smile.

“Jinx,” she called, her voice light, “you really need to stop scaring them off like that.”

Jinx let out a huff, her arms still crossed, and her pout deepened, lips curving into a sulky frown. “They were getting too close to you,” she muttered, her voice quiet but dripping with possessiveness. “They were... I don’t like it when they crowd you like that.”

Y/N rose from the bench, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked over to Jinx. She stood in front of her for a moment, taking in the conflicted expression on Jinx’s face. She could see the underlying vulnerability beneath the tough exterior, and it made her heart soften.

With a gentle touch, Y/N placed her hands on Jinx’s shoulders, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soft and affectionate, “you don’t have to worry about them. They don’t want to take me from you. They look up to me because I’ve been here longer. But you…” She paused, her thumb lightly brushing across Jinx’s cheek, “you’ll always be my little troublemaker. The one who keeps me on my toes.”

Jinx's gaze softened, but she still crossed her arms tighter, looking down at her feet. The faintest hint of insecurity flickered in her eyes, but it quickly vanished as she looked back up at Y/N.

“I don’t want them to take you away from me,” Jinx murmured, her voice smaller now, as if admitting something too fragile to say aloud.

Y/N’s heart melted at the vulnerability in her tone. She leaned down even further, resting her forehead against Jinx’s, her hands cupping the younger woman’s face. “You’ll never lose me, Jinx. Ever,” she said softly, her words a promise. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re stuck with me. Whether you like it or not.”

For a brief moment, Jinx seemed unsure, her gaze darting away as if she couldn’t quite believe it. But then she nodded, a tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Alright,” she said, the confidence returning to her voice. “But if they try again... I’m scaring them all off, and you can’t stop me.”

Y/N’s laughter bubbled up again, and she wrapped her arms around Jinx in a quick, tender hug. “Deal,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “But you know, you don’t have to protect me from the kids. They’re just trying to learn from me.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, but her grin returned, as wild and carefree as ever. “I know, I know. But I don’t trust anyone near you,” she replied, her tone still playful.

Y/N kissed the top of Jinx’s head affectionately, pulling away with a wide grin. “And that’s exactly why I love you, you little mischief-maker.”

Jinx’s eyes sparkled with something that could only be described as pride, and her grin widened. The earlier jealousy had been replaced with a renewed sense of certainty. She was the one Y/N was always going to be there for, and that knowledge settled deep in her chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jinx said with a teasing roll of her eyes. “Just don’t forget it.”

Y/N chuckled again, her heart swelling with affection for the young woman standing beside her. She had no idea what Zaun would throw at them next, but with Jinx at her side, she knew they could handle whatever came their way.

Side by side, the two of them stood in the fading light, ready to face whatever chaos the streets of Zaun had in store for them.

[ch3rrykissed]

the way the characters are written is perfection and the writing is yummy💗

Silco x fem reader pt 2

The florist and the crime lord

Hurt comfort. Angst. Description of wounds. Slight intimacy. Slightly canon complacent. Slight spoilers for season two

Hello guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I am not a doctor. I don’t know half the procedures needed in order to pull this off. Anyways cause this is becoming a series I just named it smth simple, this the ‘the florist and the crime lord’ at the beginning. I had like a idea for this, ran with it, passed on the baton to then future me, then future me picked it up and ran with it, and then passed it to present me who finished the race somehow. Without any further delay, no beta we die like men. Enjoy.

“Y/N!” Jinx yelled, bursting through the doors of the med bay, cradling Silco in her arms. You turned, startled by the pain in her voice. The moment you turned around and saw the frail and bloody body of the man you loved and dropped everything. Time seemed to slow down. Jinx ran over to you, blubbering a thousand things but nothing ever reached your ears. You stared down at Silco’s abnormally pale face, coated with blood. His hair stuck to his skin, soaked with sweat. He was feverish, probably from blood loss. He was shaking, just barely. The shock had started to wear off, he was probably only alive out of adrenaline. Jinx continued to cry out, begging you for something. If only you could hear what she was saying.

“Oh… Silco.” You heard yourself say. Your hands trembled as they reached out to wipe the blood off his face. You waited with bated breath to see if he’d open his eyes, but all you were met with was another tremble that seemed to shake him to his core.

“Shot. I- I don’t know how many times. Four- five??? Just- For fucks sake- fix him please!” Jinx yelled. You looked up and once again were met with surprise when you saw her glowing, magenta eyes. You didn’t have time to comment on it before she growled and with inhumane speed set Silco down on a bed on the other side of the room, before grabbing you and shoving you towards the bed.

‘Doctors should never operate on loved ones.’ Your head chided you.

You blinked and shook your head, snapping out of your daze. “Okay- okay he’s loosing blood. Blood type… ah… fuck we don’t have time. Get someone in here and call every available doctor.” You told Jinx, running to the walk-in fridge and searching for the blood bags. The moment you entered the room it’s like you forgot all your basic training. Your hands shook with just the thought of Silco needing a blood bag. You shook your head and tried to refocus. ‘Blood transfusion. Requires… requires tubes. Right. Tubes in the drawers outside. And we need… blood.” You snatched two bags of O negative and ran back to Silco. You dropped the blood bags onto the bed before reaching over into the drawer and yanking out an antiseptic wipe and cleaning off a large portion of his arm. A lot more than you needed to clean. You felt insane, your mind supplying you with the info that you needed to know as a doctor, but your heart screaming at you that this wasn’t right and overwhelming you with everything that’d happen if you lost him.

‘You should’ve checked the wounds first. No point in filling up the bowl if there’s holes in it.’ Your mind chimed in.

You let out a surprised gasp and, as quickly and as carefully as you could, took off his shirt to see the damage. There were three shots to his torso. With the bleeding having slowed you could start to see the extent of the damage. You let out a pained sound at the sight, feeling like someone had just tugged at your heartstrings with the passion of an angry guitar player.

The other doctors that you had yelled at Jinx to bring in suddenly flooded into the room, already having thrown off their gear into the corner and were currently getting scrubbed down. “What’s the current status?” One of them yelled at you as they furiously scrubbed from their hands up to their elbows while a nurse helped them get into gear.

You took a deep breath.

“Patient is male, in his late thirties early forties. Blood type is…O.” You let out a controlled breath and took in another. “Patient weighs roughly 143 pounds, is 6ft tall, Well groomed, slightly below average build. The current BPM is erratic, reaching 120 but steadily dropping. My guess is that the patient has lost roughly a liter of blood based on the blood stains on their clothes and the current state of them.” You paused and glanced at Silco. “State being unconscious.”

Three doctors walked over. “Get scrubbed down,” The first one ordered you.

‘Dr. Chaplin.’ Your mind supplied. He was a good doctor. One of the only ethical ones left in the underground. He taught you– no. You can’t afford to waste any time on introductions. You nodded and ran over to the corner where the sink was. You threw off your gear and allowed the nurses to help you put on your gear while you scrubbed at your arms. Once you were gloved and masked up, you went back to the bed that Silco laid on.

“What’s the status of the operating room?” You called back to the nurses.

“Being prepared. If we start moving him now, the room be ready by the time we get there. Is he stable enough to move?” One of them called back.

You paused and glanced at Silco. The blood was barely clotting, and he was getting paler by the minute. “We can’t afford to patch him up here. Move him. Now.”

The doctors nodded and instantly started stripping Silco down. A nurse rushed over and you stood back as they prepared as quickly as they could before moving him. Instantly you were by his side, following them as they piled into the elevator and went down to the lower floor. Everything went by in a blur.

One minute you were walking in the hall and the next Dr. Chaplin was in front of you, gently guiding you out of the operation room.

“Look. You and I know that you can’t operate. Not like this.” He said firmly. You opened your mouth to protest but all you could manage was a strangled sound. Dr. Chaplin, an ever so kind old man, gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve handled worse, and you know this. We’ll bring him back to you.” He whispered, reassuring you You nodded, before stepping back. You glanced at Silco one last time before forcing yourself to leave the operating room.

The world around you seemed to spin. The hallway's shape is changing. The floor seemed so far away but the walls seemed to close in on you. You ripped off the mask, suddenly finding yourself having trouble breathing. You couldn’t think straight. You forced your legs to move to the elevator, pressing a button, any button that would get you away from here. The doors closed and the elevator was moving up. You could tell the way the ground seemed to push up against your feet and your stomach felt that small drop. The doors opened with a ding and you stepped out. Glancing around, you waited for that familiar voice to tell you where you are. You could almost feel it’s sigh before it answered.

‘This is the fourth floor. Silco’s office.’

You froze. You couldn’t be in there. Not without him. Your hand shot out to the elevator buttons and slammed down on the closest one. The elevator doors shut and this time, you were going down.

You could barely hear the humming of the elevator over the ringing in your ears. It was deafening. Such a loud sound. It felt like someone had hit a bar on a xylophone in an empty room, the sound going on forever. What would’ve been a normally dulcet sound now held a sort of pertubing undertone to it. You could hear the machinery of the elevator letting out the occasional ‘clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Chhhg. Chhhg. chhg. ‘ It was almost like it was fighting to be heard against the ringing in your ears.

‘Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.’

‘~~~’

“Chhg. chhg. Chhg.’

‘~~~’

The sounds would continue until the ding of the elevator silenced them. You slowly stepped out into the dimly lit platform. A few more steps in and you saw the multicolored lights and spray paint everywhere. Jinx’s territory. You walked in and stepped onto the large, immobile propellor of her base, walking towards the center where you saw the blue hair girl wrapped up in her braids. On another day, you’d think that it was cute how her hair always seemed to hug her. But today was not one of those days.

“Jinx?” You called quietly, cringing at how your voice cracked. The girl looked up, pink tears streaming down her face. The sight was disturbing. Her eyes had purple veins surrounding them, and her tears were pink. The bright color staining her skin and seeping into her clothes.

“Y/n…?” She called quietly.

You slowly walked over, sitting down next to her.

“Is he going to be okay?” She asked quietly. In any other instance, you would think this was Powder speaking. But somehow, you knew Powder was gone. That soft, lamb-like look was gone. This was Jinx.A fully completed Jinx. No split personality. No manic insanity. Just the girl with blue hair that you had taught about using plants to make paint for her bombs. She sniffled and wiped the tears off her cheek. “I didn’t mean to shoot him.” She mumbled. “I… I didn’t want to shoot anyone. I just, everyone got so loud and there were too many lights and-” She grabbed onto her head, shutting her eyes tightly. You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to lean on you. She let out a few quiet sobs. “I shot him. I-... I jinxed him”

“No-! No you didn’t-” You took a deep breath. You were feeling conflicted. Jinx, despite all the difficulties she’s given you, was like a daughter to you. You’d been there for the majority of her teenage years. But at the same time, she just shot the man you loved. Three times. If Silco died, she’d be the reason that he was dead. Your heart clenched at the thought of the two people you loved both being each other's downfall. You let out a quiet breath.

Jinx, flinched and curled up on herself. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Y-you probably- you probably hate me right now.” She sniffled. “I get it. I- I do.”

You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to pull her into a hug. You could sort out your complicated feelings later. Right now you held the equivalent of an unstable atom that was ready to split apart at any minute. No doubt the explosion would be enough to rattle both the underground and Piltover.

“I messed up everything.” She mumbled. “Silco said… said he talked to Piltover. Some- some fancy pants guy struck up a deal with him. A peace deal. But I… I killed them.”

You paused and looked down at her. “Killed who?”

“Their ring leaders.” She pressed herself further into your arms. “All those fancy people in the high tower.”

Your thoughts swirled. She had killed the council? “Jinx, my little butterfly, how did you kill them…?”

Jinx gestured her head to the workbench. Craning your neck up, you saw the remnants of the shark gun she had been working on for a while. You furrowed your brow. “I don’t under–”

“Do you remember my monkey bomb?”

“Yeah,” You answered. “The one with the hextech gem right?”

“That’s what was in the shark gun.”

You froze, holding onto her still. “Oh. You blew up the council.”

“Just like I said I would.” Jinx let out a humorless laugh.

You gently rubbed her back. “Why?”

“Because we were going to show them.” Jinx replied. “We were going to show them all.”

You felt the power in her words, the firm belief that she would show them whatever it was she was trying to prove. Would she die for this? You didn’t doubt she would go that far. Would she kill for this? You slowly looked up at the ceiling, thinking about the operating room the man you loved was currently in.

It seemed like she had already killed one of two people she held closest to her, just to ensure that it would be done. You let out a quiet sigh. Everything was too much right now. If you didn’t figure out a way to ease the situation, you’d end up going to Sevika and asking for one of her special cigars. You had a mixed relationship with those things. On one hand, they instantly took away any stress you were feeling, but on the other hand the last time you took a smoke break with her you thought that the chairs were secretly mimics that were trying to eat you. Sevika had managed to take care of you despite having a lot more than you did.

“It’s late. Let’s… go to bed, yeah?” You gently tugged her to her feet, leading her over to the hammock on the other side of the main tube.

Xxxx

Later on you were shaken awake by Sevika. “Hey. Been looking for you.” She said, sitting down next to you. You shifted slightly, making room for her. You leaned on her side, mindful of her injuries from her fight with Vi. “Have you heard?”

“Yeah. Found out about an hour after I woke up. No one knows the story but… I assume it has to do with the girl.” Sevika nodded her head in Jinx’s direction. Jinx was still curled up under the sheets, asleep. You nodded. “She shot him.”

“She wha–”

“Shh!” You quickly clamped a hand over Sevika’s mouth. You glanced back at Jinx and let out a quiet sigh that she hadn’t been disturbed. “Look. She’s in a very fragile state right now. She doesn’t need us getting up after her. She needs something to lean on.” You said quietly.

Sevika glanced between you and Jinx before sighing and nodding. You slowly removed your hand. “Jinx kidnapped Caitlin, Vi, and Silco and brought them into the old warehouse down by the docks with a direct view of Piltover. I sent a few guys to go look over there, their reports are probably on my desk.” You shifted closer to Sevika and she wrapped an arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder and sighed, grateful for her steady presence in a time where everything seemed like it was about to crumble under your feet. “I don’t know what happened there, but I can’t assume it’s anything good. I’m guessing some kind of fight broke out? I don’t know, she won’t talk about it. She said that she had shot him, and she didn’t mean to. That’s where my theory about the fight comes in. And then she… blew up the council.”

“She blew up the council? She kidnapped the council as well???”

“No, no. She only kidnapped those three. She had a missile launcher of sorts that she built. That shark gun of hers that she’d been working on. She said that she used a hexgem and fired the missile. I don’t know what happened after.”

“I do.” Sevika said, her tone implying nothing good. “Three council members died. Another council member rendered severely injured. And there’s word there's another dead but it’s not a council member. I don’t know who it is.”

“Three council members dead, one severely injured, and an innocent dead.” You felt like everything was suddenly going to shit. There was no steady ground to fall back on. “What the hell is going on? I thought we were making progress? I thought we were finally going to be able to have something- something peaceful!” Sevika gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I have good news.” She offered.

“Only the bad council members died?”

“Uh. Partially? But that’s not the good news I’m taking about.”

“You have a time machine that can reverse everything that just happened.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have flirted with Silco in that bar about fifteen years ago.”

“Oh right, that beautiful femme lesbian you thought you saw?”

“Shut up.”

“Ha! Okay okay, what’s the good news?”

“Silco pulled through. He’s in recovery.” You jolted up, jostling the hammock and causing Sevika to put her foot down on the ground to stabilize the hammock before you all fell into the cavern below the large propeller. “He what?!” You exclaimed, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

“He pulled through. Doctors say he’s stable for now. They put him into a medically induced coma–”

“What?! Why????”

Now it was Sevika’s turn to clamp her hand over your mouth and keep you quiet. “Y/n, please. I know you’re worried about him but you need to listen to me before you go trying to rush in. Okay?”

You nodded but she still didn’t remove her hand from your mouth.

“They put him in a medically induced coma because otherwise he’d be in too much pain to function. Fractured rib, nicked the top of his liver, and put a hole in his stomach. Pretty bad from what I heard, but somehow he pulled through. He lost two liters of blood.”

“Thhoo…?” came your muffled reply.

“Just about. He should’ve died. A man his size losing two liters? If the bullets didn’t hit some major organ the blood loss would’ve gotten to him.” Sevika shrugged. “But he’s stubborn.” The larger woman turned to face you. “There’s a chance that he got an infection, so they cleaned out the wounds and put him in a sterile room. No visitors just yet.”

“What?” You pulled her hand away from your mouth. “But what about–”

“Not even you. I know you want to be there for him, but we can’t risk it.” Sevika gently held your wrists, lowering them onto your lap. “I know it’s hard. But give him two days to recover on his own.. Then we can go visit him, okay?” Sevika’s words were comforting. She knew how to be strong in the face of danger, in the face of chaos. Right now she was the rock holding steady above water while the river rushed all around her. All you could do was cling on until the water stilled. You sighed and stayed silent, letting yourself lay on Sevika’s side until you fell asleep again.

Xxx

It had been a long two days of waiting. You tried to busy yourself with work, but hardly anyone was going out on dangerous jobs lately with the sudden loss of Silcos guiding presence. This meant that you didn’t have any patients to tend to, leaving you alone with your thoughts. When you tried to focus on your plants you’d get so wrapped up in worry that you nearly drowned the cactus. Your mother immediately reported the cactus before it could take in too much water and booted you out of the shop. It seemed like no one really wanted you anywhere. But that wasn’t the case.

As of recent, Jinx had been coming to you more often. The girl seemed… calmer. It was strange. Everytime it seemed like she’d slip into one of her manic episodes, she seemed to just… calm down? It was strange. Did I mention that it was strange? Because it was. Jinx, despite the close-death of her third father figure, was handling this very well. It was like Silco’s gunshot wounds had been nothing more than a broken bone that would heal when given time.

Right now Jinx had kidna—… had borrowed you for a hang out session. You adamantly refused to let her get anywhere near your hair. Last time Jinx handled scissors was when she caught Sevika while she was sleeping. The end result was so disastrous that they ended up giving Sevika a sort of undercut. In all honesty? She rocked it. That night was a good distraction from the worry that had plagued you every minute of every hour of your every waking moment. But now, it was the moment you’d waited far too long for. You’d even waited for the late afternoon when you thought he’d be awake.

As the elevator lifted you up to the hospital floor, you couldn’t help but reach back into your pocket and rub the coin from your father. ‘For good luck.’ You told yourself, taking deep breath after deep breath to calm the trembling in your hands that spread to your arms. If you let yourself get too freaked out you’d start twitching. After accidentally burning yourself on the stove during one of your zone outs, you learned the hard way to stay calm.

The doors dinged and you walked through them without hesitation. You’d waited two days. You wouldn’t wait a moment longer to see the man you… the man you loved. You decided. Despite being together for only a short time, you’d fallen hard for him. And if it took a near life-taking experience to make you realize that, you weren’t going to waste another minute denying it. If you did, you feared life would give you another horrifying event just to solidify it.

Almost as if he knew that you would be there, Dr. Chaplin was standing outside the room, clipboard in hand. You took a calming breath before approaching, all but holding your hand in your heart. “How is he?” You asked.

“He’s stable. We narrowly avoided an infection, and he’s taken to the blood.” Dr. Chaplin says with a warm smile. He tapped the clipboard. “Obviously, he needs to take it easy. We haven’t woken him just yet, we’re slowly weaning him off the drugs.”

You slowly nodded, everything feeling like it was being said in another room. All you could make out was the fact that he was stable, and that he was still in the coma. You nodded and glanced at the door behind him. “So I can uh… go in…?”

Dr. Chaplin chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, you can go in. Ever the impatient one, huh?” He moved and opened the door partially for you.

The moment you stepped into the room, the world seemed to fade into grey. The sterile white of the room was unnerving. Everything in that room was some varying shade of white. For a color so vibrant it somehow managed to make everything lifeless. And it was oh so cold. Your torn jeans obviously wouldn’t help here. Not even your work boots or that worn down leather jacket you favored for the cold temperature of your office seemed to warm you up. What didn’t help was the various machines laying around, almost as if the doctors were preparing for everything to go wrong. A trach kit was laying on the desk. Were they expecting him to have sudden trouble breathing? Next to it was a clear bag, allowing you to see its contents. Tubes, needles, and sanitizing wipes. Based on the size of the tubes and the needles, you assumed it to be for a blood transfusion. Your eyes scanned over the room, not yet wanting to see Silco in this state. Large machines. Monitors with various vitals on them. The constant, steady beep of the heart monitor keeps you stable at this moment. Any other time you’d be annoyed at a constant sound just echoing through a silent space but right now, that sound was the only thing keeping you sane before you started breaking down.

Slowly you walked over. The clack of your shoes on the tile floor was loud. Too loud. Somehow the bed seemed so far. One step. Two steps. Three. Four. Five.

When you reached his bedside and looked down your knees buckled and you had to grab onto the side bars of the hospital bed in order to keep yourself steady. He looked frail. Close to death. Silco’s age hadn’t shown too well on the man. Of course there were his wrinkles, the greying of hair, but he never looked old. No. Not grandpa old or turning to dust at any moment old. But here, Silco looked like he would fade away at any minute. His skin was far too pale for him. Sweat was dripping down onto the sheets, and it looked like his skin was just slapped onto his body, loose and falling off. His cheekbones were sharp, as if they’d cut through his skin at any minute. His eyes sunken in. On his left eye was a strange little cup. Upon closer inspection you realized it was full of fluid. This was probably done so his eye wouldn’t get irritated, and a doctor or a nurse wouldn’t have to be on standby giving him eye drops every so often. You glanced down at his lips, and for a moment you pictured the blood that he had been choking on. His ragged gasps as he struggled to get air into his lungs. Your gaze drifted further down to his chest where the bullet wounds were. Underneath that thin hospital gown was his small body. You could imagine the ugly scars the gun would leave behind. It’d only been three days if you included today. By now the white blood cells were fighting any infections in the wound. New blood vessels were forming to supply the healing area, the whole kit and kaboodle. The wounds were probably swollen and an angry shade of red. You shut your eyes tightly and shook your head. Any more of this imagining the wounds on his stomach and you’d empty your stomach.

‘Next after the initial phase and the inflammatory phase is the proliferative phase.’ Your mind supplied.

‘Not the time.’ You shot back, gritting your teeth.

‘And then the remodeling phase.’ It spoke up again. If the factual voice in your head was a person, you swear you could picture it wearing a sort of smug look on its face.

‘Okay okay. Remodeling phase, got it. Anything else you want to add, smart ass?’

Silence.

‘Thank god.’

‘Then there’s aftercare.’

You groaned and rubbed your knuckles over your left temple as if that would shut up the voice.

“Don’t hurt yourself doing that.”

Your head snapped up to look at Silco, but it seemed like he hadn’t spoken. But the voice sounded so similar to his. You sighed and rubbed your face. You haven't slept well since that night with Sevika and Jinx. Even then you are woken up every so often by some small noise. At one point you gave up on sleep and just started reading through Jinx’s notes, hoping maybe trying to understand the complicated language would dull you enough to get to sleep. In the end you combed over it so often you understood how to accelerate an explosion using hextech and how to destabilize the stable version of the hextech gemstones. You couldn’t really do anything with that information. As many people as you’ve helped to kill with the use of your plant’s, you were still a healer above all else. Your job was to heal. You looked down at Silco.

You pulled up a stool next to his bed, and laid your chin atop the bed rails. Your hand reached out to hold his, feeling the skin smoothed over his ligaments and tendons. You could feel the way your body heat started to seep into his skin. He always was naturally cold.

“Hey…”

You blinked and looked behind you. Jinx was standing there, not in her usual wear. The blue haired girl was sporting a large, faded brown sweater with knitted stars, and purple sweatpants. Her braids were slightly ruffled. She probably hadn’t redone them in a while. She picked up one of the armchairs, nudging you with her elbow. At first you thought she was asking you to scoot over before she sighed and set down the armchair, grabbing your arm and dragging you to sit down in it.

“If you’re feeling how I think you’re feeling, I doubt you’ll be leaving anytime soon.” She said as she brought over a second armchair for herself. She was right, you had to admit. You’d been too far from him for too long. You weren’t going to leave him anytime soon. Jinx sat down in her chair, curling up on herself. “I can practically hear your thoughts from over here, toots. You wanna lay it on me?” She asked. In another world it would’ve been almost ironic, a mentally unstable person offering to be your stability in this moment. But the person asking was Jinx. The girl who you’d always thought of like some estranged daughter that wormed her way into your heart. You let out a quiet sigh and reached into your pocket, pulling out the familiar shiny coin. You held it on your middle and index finger, rubbing it with your thumb. ‘I feel like this is somehow my fault.’ You wanted to say. But how terrible would that be to start off this conversation? Telling the person that actually shot your boyfriend that you felt like it was your fault. ‘Way to inadvertently play the villain when the real victim was right there.’ Your mind chided you. You sighed and held the coin in the palm of your hand, clenching your fist before opening it again.

“I feel…”

“Guilty.”

“What?”

“It’s written on your face. You feel like you were the one holding the gun, dontcha?”

“I- what? No that- Jinx I didn’t- I mean-”

Jinx chuckled as if you had said something funny. “No, I get it. Feeling like it was your fault even though you couldn’t really predict the outcome. You couldn’t control how everything happened. That’s just how the cookie crumbles.” She paused, and you watched in real time as the subtle smile on her face slowly began to fall contemplative, and then morphed into a sad frown. “You really shouldn’t feel guilty. We know who really pulled the trigger.” Jinx glanced down at her hands. You could only watch in silence as she clenched and unclenched her fists. “What you should feel is anger. I don’t get why you haven’t started yelling and screaming at me yet. Why you haven’t, oh I don’t know. Punched me in the face, called me a Jinx, and sent me spiraling into mania.”

“Jinx I would ne–”

“I know. That’s what makes this so much worse.” She admitted.

“What?” You tilted your head, confused. You didn’t understand where she was going with this. You didn’t understand what she meant. You knew that she had expected you to act like Vi who had abandoned her for the very same reason so many years ago. Because she had killed the people they loved. The only people they had left in this world. But you hadn’t. You didn’t punch her, you didn’t yell at her, hell you had yet to even consider blaming her. So why would this make it worse…?

“I keep expecting you to lash out at me. Everytime were in a room together. Every time it’s a smidge too quiet or when you move too suddenly. I see your hand and I can almost picture it flying at my face but instead all you’ve done is pull me into a hug and put your hand on my shoulder.” She fiddled with one of the cuffs on her braids. “The other night when you had gotten frustrated, I felt this… relief? I thought that finally you’d take it out on me, and I wouldn’t have to be so tense around you anymore, just waiting for you to explode. But you just took a deep breath and moved on.”

Oh.

Oh.

This was not a good realization at all. Did she really want you to get mad at her? You could only stare at her while she started to undo one of her braids. She was expecting it. Anticipating it almost. That was… something. You stared down the coin in your hand. You couldn’t think of anyone who would know what to say. Someone who was good at this kind of comforting. Your plants maybe. But it's not like you could just bring your potted broadleaf evergreen bonsai tree and ask her to tell him everything she’d told you. What worked for you wouldn’t work for her and you knew it. You two were insanely different people. Jinx didn’t seem to believe just words on their own either. Actions were what she understood the best.

You let out a quiet breath and pushed your armchair up to hers before gently tugging at her sweater sleeve and pulling her onto your chair. She curled up on your left, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot him. I… I just wanted Vi back.” She whispered.

You gently carded your fingers through her hair, reaching over to help undo the second braid.

“I know dear, I know.”

“That stupid Piltie… she got in the way of everything.”

You paused. “What Piltie?”

“Caitlin Kiramman.” She all but spat out the name. “She’s Vi’s little replacement for me.”

You continued to comb your fingers through her hair. “Replacement? What do you m–”

“Cupcake, she calls her. Tch. She’s just sooo smitten for that damn girl.” Jinx scoffed. “I know that look in Vi’s face. The same one she had every time we’d go to that bread canteen place when we were younger. She’d always say that she liked going there because they had sales, but I knew she just liked flirting with the girl behind the counter. Vivexa.”

“She had a crush on a bread baker?”

“Yeah. She was like- wayyy older than us too. But Vi didn’t care. She would always go see her on our grocery runs. She always thought she was so smooth too. The only reason Vivexa entertained it is because she thought it was cute the way Vi would stutter halfway through some cheesy pick up line she heard in an alleyway.”

“You didn’t approve?”

“Of course I didn’t. Vivexa had green hair. Green and red hair, can you imagine how bland their babies would look? Just like- the worst shades of brown. Plus! Vivexa didn’t like brownies. What the heck kinda baker doesn’t like brownies??? She was such a red flag.” Jinx huffed.

You chuckled and looked up at Silco. He’d probably pretend to be annoyed by Jinx’s rant. He always pretended that he didn’t care as much as he really did. It was cute seeing him try to play off the fact that he was listening. Whenever you got to the huge plot twist his eye would widen and he would grab onto his tie as if he was clutching his pearls in a dangerous alley. You didn’t follow that thought for long, because Jinx was ready to keep you occupied with her storytelling.

“Anyways. I don’t like that little girlfriend of hers. She’s an enforcer. Yeah! Yeah! An enforcer! Like- the people who killed our parents. The ones that force us to live in conditions like this and blame us for every little mishap. I mean seriously, what kid looks outside their window and sees an Enforcer practically beating down a Zauntite and thinks ‘I want to be one of them when I grow up!’” She exclaimed, making exaggerated hand motions to convey just how flabbergasted she felt by the reveal that her sister had a crush on a cop. “It’s insane! More insane than I am! What is she thinking? A freaking Enforcer. I would’ve rather had her date stupid brownie-hater Vivexa.” Jinx grumbles quietly. “Anyways, back to my story. So Vi and her little cupcake get kidnapped by the firelights, and– oh you won’t believe who’s the one that organized it.”

“Ekko?”

“Yes, the owl-ish bastard. I didn’t even realize it at first. I was so distracted that one moment I had Vi and the hextech. Then stupid Kiramman came and I thought she was trying to take Vi away from me. By then I realized what was going on, both Vi and the hextech were taken and I…lost it.” Jinx paused to remember what came next before continuing. “Most of it’s a blur for me. I remember fighting on the bridge with Ekko, then the explosion, and then shimmer. A lot of it. Way too much of it.” She shivered, rubbing her arms. If you looked closely, you could see the magenta shine the girl had on her cheeks. Whatever Singed had done had made her body adapt to the shimmer in a very weird way. It was like she was producing shimmer. It was in her tears, her blood when you had patched her up after Caitlin managed to nick her arm, and you suspected it was probably running through a dozen other of her body systems. She had been through so much already, just for her to now constantly be running on a drug. You couldn’t imagine how much that was impacting her.

“After that,” She continued. “I went to go find everyone. I found Silco at Vander’s statue. He was talking about me.”

“Oh. And then you-”

“Yeah. I grabbed him. Then I went and tracked down Vi. I found her fighting with Sevika. They both got banged up pretty good. Made it easy for me to sneak up on Vi and grab her.”

“And what about the Kiramman girl?”

“Grabbed her while she was in the shower.”

“Oh.”

“Not my proudest moment, I’ll admit. Figuring out how to get that uniform on her was difficult. I don’t know why Pilties use so many clips and fancy hidden zippers. So confusing.” Jinx shook her head. “Anyways. I got them all together in that warehouse, and decorated it really nicely. Did ya know that Vi thought I was crazy enough to serve her Caitlin? Like- as a snack?” Jinx snorted.

“Considering you kidnapped her and brought her to a deranged tea party, I think she’s right to think that.” You countered.

“Okay, okay I see your point.”

“Alright. So you brought them all together at the table, then what?”

“I offered Vi a choice. She gets rid of Caitlin, and she could have good ol’ Powder back.”

You paused, trying to imagine that. “You would’ve gone with Vi if she got rid of Caitlin? And do what? Go where?”

Jinx shrugged. “That would’ve been up to Vi.”

“Mm. I assume she chose Caitlin?”

“Actually we never got to choose. She couldn’t decide between that little brat and me, kept begging us both not to hurt each other. And Caitlin, that little goose, she tried to shoot me. With my own minigun.” Jinx snorted. “Would’ve been ironic for me to die at the hands of my own weapon. The person holding the weapon was the only other person my sister cared about. Anyways, this shimmer running through my veins makes me fast. I managed to disarm her before she even realized I’d moved. I haven’t figured out all of its effects, but so far it’s amplified everything I am. Obviously you’d think this would cause some trouble between my body system and the sudden production of a new fluid that would just be running through my veins, but from what I’ve noticed, it’s like the shimmer lies dormant until I’m in danger. It’s almost like a constant stream of adrenaline that I control.”

You listened intently to Jinx’s story, wanting to know everything that had led up to the incident. Everything seemed so wildly unbelievable but you knew it had happened. The way she explained things made it seem like it had all happened in the span of maybe one or two days but as it turns out, this happened in the span of less than two hours. Kidnapping them, bringing them to the tea party and shooting… him, and then blowing up the councilors tower.

“I won’t bore you with the science, mostly because I haven’t figured it out yet. But uhm.” Jinx sighed, finally getting to that part. “Vi and Silco started yelling, trying to tell me who I was and- and that I could be who I wanted to be but they both wanted me to be specific to them. It became too much and when I saw Silco about to shoot Vi I just reacted…”

“And you fired.” You finished. Jinx nodded. “I can guess what happened from there, don’t worry. I won’t make you talk about this anymore.” You gently petted the top of her head. You could tell this was weighing a lot on her, but there was something she wasn’t sharing with you yet. “What are you going to do, Jinx?” You asked carefully.

“Finish what I started. Lead the war in Silco’s stead.”

You looked down at her. “Will I be seeing you anytime soon?”

“I wouldn’t count on it toots. Fighting a war against Piltover is going to take everything I’ve got.”

You slowly nodded. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know. Try not to miss me too much, yeah?”

“Impossible. You’re my daughter.”

Jinx paused and looked up at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. But look, we’re together, aren’t we? You, and I, and Silco. So let’s just enjoy this moment.” With that, you and Jinx both settled in for the night, letting the beeping of Silco’s heart monitor lure you to sleep.

Xxxx

The next few days were filled with the same cycle. Clock in, do some work, have lunch with Sevika who you’re pretty sure only did that to make sure you ate, go back to work, clock out, rinse off, and go to Silco’s hospital room. You could be found there most of the time. There was even a cot there for you with some pillows and blankets because of how often you would sleep there. Silco had yet to fully wake up. There had been a few moments when he’d been conscious, but unable to talk due to the tube in his throat. Fortunately the doctors had determined him able to breathe on his own, removing the tube from his throat. A nurse had stayed with you that day to make sure Silco’s lungs didn’t suddenly decide they were tired of breathing in air. She was good company, telling you stories about her crazy residency when she first started working for Silco. Gunshot wounds almost every other day. Reattaching limbs that had been sliced clean off by a certain someone’s blade. (Cough cough, Sevika, cough cough.) And even having to use a pig in order to filter clean blood into a patient who’s immune system had been compromised.

The stories kept your mind off the thought of Silco’s suddenly not being able to breathe. The next day she was gone, leaving you alone again with your thoughts. Silco had woken up again that day. At first you could see him freak out because of the fluid-filled container over his left eye, but upon seeing you at his side he relaxed. You’d managed to tell him that he was currently in the hospital recovering and that everything was going to be fine before he was out like a light again.

It would happen about four more times, those bouts of consciousness until today.

“A-are you still here?” He rasped, startling you out of your power nap. You shot up out of the armchair where you'd been sitting and rushed over to his bedside. “Yes. Yes I’m right here, I’m right here dear.” You brushed your hair out of your face, leaning in to where he could see you clearly. You could see the small hint of a smile on his lips before it was covered by a wince.

“Don’t strain yourself. You’re still in recovery.” You whispered, reaching over to the nightstand and pouring him a glass of water. You only let him drink a little, knowing that too much water might overwhelm his body.

“Jinx…?” He said after taking a few sips. His voice sounded better. Not as scratchy and croaky now.

“Alive and well. She’s been working on a project of hers in the lab last I heard.”

“What is… she…?”

“She’s leading the rebellion against Piltover.”

Silco let out rapid, breathy sounds that you realized was him laughing. You smiled and tilted your head. “What’s so funny?”

“Feels like… yest…erday. She was…” He took a shaky breath in as if saying five words had him winded. “Making… the dolls fight. Piltover vs Zaun.

“And now she’s leading the real thing.”

Silco gave a curt nod. “Tell me. The sister… and the girl.”

“Both alive. I can’t imagine you know about the bombing at the councilors tower, do you?”

“No. Tell me.”

“Jinx blew up the tower in the middle of a meeting. Killed councilors Irius Bolbok, Torman Hoskel, and Caitlin's mother, Cassandra Kiramman. Piltover was devastated. I hear they had a large funeral for Councilor Kiramman, and they erected a statue in honor of the three dead councilors. But at the unveiling, there was a catastrophic attack. Many innocents and Enforcers died. I haven’t figured out who attacked the memorial, but whoever they are, they were quick and deadly. Did as much damage as they could in such a short time.”

“Fire lights?”

“No. This is far beyond anything they could do.”

“Mm.”

You looked at Silco’s face. He was struggling to stay awake. You took his hand and squeezed it. “Sleep, dear. You need your rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Xxx

It was a while before Silco would be able to stay awake for longer. But in a week time he was back to functioning like he was before. Or, close to. If he was moved around it had to be in a wheelchair to avoid stressing his injuries. He was on a strict diet that would provide him enough nutrients for his body to use as fuel to continue the healing process. He needed to have a nurse or doctor on standby in case he suddenly started to crash, and right now you were discussing physical therapy with another doctor. While the bullets hadn’t nicked his spine or his legs so he could walk fine, bending over to grab things or straining his arm or back muscles too much would cause immense pain. You could see the pain on his face when he breathed in too deeply. As good of an actor as he was, he couldn’t hide from you.

For now, to keep him from trying to injure himself doing something he wasn’t supposed to, you two stuck to his office to help Jinx from there while she embarked on some kind of quest unknown to you both. You’d make sure she had resources, people, information, whatever she required. But for some reason she’d chosen to lay low. She wouldn’t tell Silco or even you what she was planning, but she’d kept Sevika along. From what you’d heard, she’d gained a new little apprentice. Jinx promised you’d meet her one day. They’d been going from place to place on little missions. You could only hope Sevika would be able to keep them both safe.

“You worry too much.” Silco spoke up.

You turned and gave him a half-hearted glare. “Like you’re any better. You think she doesn’t know what you’re doing by having Sevika so close?”

“Okay, but I’ve been keeping us informed have I not? Without Sevika telling us what’s been going on you would’ve gained a streak of grey hair.” Silco pointed out.

You knew he was right, but you weren’t going to admit that. “Alright well, where’s our boys on the ground? They’re supposed to report to us in about…” You looked down and checked your watch. “Three hours ago. That’s worrying.”

“You know Radar wouldn’t be late unless he had a good reason for it. The man is a stickler for being on time.”

“That’s exactly why I’m worried.” You muttered to yourself. You sighed and moved over to the bookshelf, glancing through everything he had available to read. You might as well busy yourself until something interesting happens.

Interesting only happened to be three hours and twenty minutes later.

Radar burst through the doors, a weird looking gas mask on his face. He ripped it off and gasped for air. “The Enforcers! Here!” He exclaimed, stumbling forward to grab onto the desk and keep himself upright. You and Silco shared a look.

“Enforcers, here?” Silco raised an eyebrow. “Who are they looking for?”

“Who else but your daughter?” Radar scoffed, wiping the blood off his face with the cuff of his sleeve.

“I’m assuming they didn’t find her.”

“Of course not! But that didn’t stop them from gassing the damn place.”

Oh. Shit.

“...they did what.” Silco growled. You glanced over and could see the anger in his face. His hands were digging into the wood of the desk.

“Gassed us! I’m walking down the street when I hear yelling. I go to see what’s happening and I see an Enforcer and their little squad yelling at the old Rat-tats gang. I try to go over and diffuse the situation but then they just bring out this canister and the next thing I know the entire thing fills up with green smoke like we're in Ghostbusters! I couldn’t breathe at all, I felt like I was back in the mines looking for the green slabs.”

You shuddered. Your father had told you about the green slabs. The most valuable of all the minerals in the mines. It was found all the way into the deepest caverns where you had to have oxygen tanks in order to mine because the smoke was too thick to breathe through. From the way he was describing it, it seemed like it was essentially waterboarding down there. You glanced over at Silco. He had a glossy look in his eyes, as if he was remembering what he had gone through. He had worked down there. You looked him up and down. He would’ve been smaller, scrawnier. He was one of the people that would’ve been able to fit through the claustrophobic tunnels, even with an oxygen tank strapped to his back and a large flashlight on his hip. You turned back to Radar.

“The people of Piltover deserve to breathe it in just as much as we do.” You said firmly. “Radar, call a nurse to watch over Silco. I have to go back home for a few hours. I’ll be back.” You said before storming out.

Radar looked between you and Silco, obviously stunned before reaching over to Silco’s phone and dialing the hospital.

Xxx

“Sweetheart you can’t be serious.” You father coughed, following you through the greenhouse into your little area where you’d tinker with your machines.

“Just tell me about the mines again.”

“You can’t do this. The people of Piltover will die if they breathe in what we breathe in.”

“So I’ll make it less concentrated.” You retorted, snatching your humidifier off the shelf and opening it up to take out the empty vile inside.

“Just how far are you going to take this?” He coughed again, prompting you to reach over to the switch on your right. The windows suddenly opened up, allowing fresh air into the stuffy shack. You hadn’t been in there a while, leaving everything in a layer of dust. Your father breathed in the fresh air gratefully before turning back to you.

“As far as it needs to go!” You replied, staring down at the machine in your hands. Gassing the undercity? Just what were they thinking?

“I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you devote yourself to pointless revenge. All it’s going to lead to is more revenge.”

“Well I’m tired of taking this, okay? The revolutions have already begun. I’m not just going to wait for Jinx to make her move, I’m going to make moves of my own.”

“What about Silco and Jinx?”

You paused. “...what about them?”

“Think about how this will backfire onto them. You unleashing a bioweapon onto Piltover. Who will they think did it? They don’t even know your name. All they’ll see is the destruction, and they’ll start gunning for Silco and Jinx more than ever. You need to lay low.”

“We can’t just–”

“You will. If you want to keep him and that girl safe, then you’ll do what's best and you won’t put them in any unnecessary danger because of some impulsive action.”

You sighed and stared down at the machine in your hands. For a moment, you could see how it’d be mistaken for one of Jinx’s.You contemplated your fathers words for a few moments. Silco couldn’t handle any additional stress right now. He was barely recovering. Throwing yourself into the fray would kill him. And Jinx… whatever she, her apprentice, and Sevika was planning was already dangerous enough that they were keeping her and Silco out of it. You let out a disappointed sigh and set down the machine. “Okay. I’ll stay out of it.”

“That’s my girl. Now, your mother wants you to take this little dish she whipped up for your boyfriend.”

You groaned, letting your head fall onto the desk. As soon as your mother found out you had a boyfriend she was borderline obsessed with meeting him and making sure you two were hitched as soon as possible. “What did she make this time?”

“Pecan pie.”

“Silco is allergic to pecans.”

“What? Is he actually?”

“Yeah. He’s also allergic to macadamia nuts.”

“Almonds?”

“Surprisingly no. He loved Almond Joys.”

“The eye of Zaun himself, loves Almond Joys?”

“What?” You looked up at your dad, one eyebrow raised in judgement. “Did you think his favorite candy would be cocaine?”

“More like blue rock candy.”

You furrowed your brow, even more confused. “Why blue rock candy?”

“Looks like crystal meth.”

You groaned and let your head fall back onto the desk. “Really? You really need to stop watching so much Breaking Bad.”

“You laughed.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Okay okay, lemme think of another one.”

And that’s how you ended up staying an extra thirty minutes just listening to your father try to make puns of a crime lords favorite candy. In the end you didn;t have the heart to tell him that Silco’s favorite candy was the Mint Chocolate Chip Kit Kats. He was a weird fellow.

Xxx

When you returned back to Silco, your mother insisted you still take him something, thus leading her to emergency bake muffins. So with the still red hot tray of muffins, you walked into your shared room and set them down on the dining room table.

“Silco?”

“He’s in the bedroom.”

You looked up and saw the nurse from a few days ago. “Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Radar phoned and said you needed someone to watch Silco for a few hours.”

“Ah, right. How’d that go?”

“He got away from me twice. Managed to catch him sneaking out the third time.”

You chuckled. “Sounds like hiim. Well, thank you for watching him.”

“Of course”

“Will I see you at work tomorrow?” You asked.

“No, I’m working a graveyard shift.”

“Ah, thoughts and prayers then.”

“Thank you, I’ll need them.” She smiled at you before she left.

You walked over to the bedroom, finding Silco on the bed with papers scattered about. You walked over and sat down on the bed. “So, what’s all this about?” You leaned over to get a better look.

“Everything that’s happened in both Zaun and Piltover in my absence.” He replied. He moved some of the papers over so that you could sit next to him. You moved over, carefully leaning against him so you didn’t jostle his wounds. You laid your head on his shoulder and looked at the reports from his workers, and even newspaper clippings. “You should be taking it easy.” You chided him.

“Take it easy while my daughter leads the revolution that will change everyone's lives?” Silco chuckled. “Comical.”

You rolled your eyes and moved up to kiss his cheek.

“I nearly die and all I get once I recover is one measly kiss on the cheek?” He raised an eyebrow. You scoffed and leaned in to kiss his cheek again when he turned and captured your lips in a proper kiss. You broke off the kiss to laugh before he grabbed you and pulled you back in for another kiss. You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, that familiar pose you find yourself in whenever you’re alone with him.

What wasn’t familiar, was the sudden shift in positions where he was underneath you. The entirety of your time together, Silco had always insisted on being on top. Never outspoken, but it was something you could always interpret through his actions. He would have you laying down, kneeling, or even crawling one time, but never had he ever let you be on top. Even when you were on his lap, he’d only let you stay there for a few moments before pushing you onto the table and taking over. If you took a step back and thought about it, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. You had seen the fear in his eyes so long ago that time you’d tried to get on top. You couldn’t truly understand it at first until later that night when Silco had fallen asleep. You’d turned onto your back and imagined having someone above you, leaning over you with bad intentions. It was then you realized, Vander had stood over him like this so long ago. When he held Silco down by the neck and tried to drown him. After that you hadn’t tried to get on top.

But right now, as he kept you in that kiss, he seemed content with having you there above him. His hands held your hips steady. You didn’t dare try anything, not wanting to startle him with any sudden moves. He didn’t seem to be happy with that, grabbing your wrist and guiding it under his shirt. You pulled away slightly, giving him an inquisitive look.

“Touch me.” He whispered. You felt your breath catch in your throat. He was… begging you to touch him. Silco. Begging. Silco never begged. Silco only demanded, ordered, maybe even requesting. But it was never really a request. Now, with the pupils in both his blue and his orange eye. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe what you’d just heard.

“Do I need to say it again?” Silco asked. He grabbed you by the collar, bringing you closer until hi slips were ghosting yours. “I want you to touch me.”

Hearing it for the second time was just as astounding as hearing it the first. But it wasn’t exactly right. This isn’t how you wanted to hear it. You leaned up over him, carefully learning back to make sure that you weren’t smothering him.

“Beg for it.” You said quietly. You were treading on dangerous territory, if you made a single misstep, you could blow everything. At first the lack of reply started to worry you when Silco spoke.

“Please touch me.” He whispered. You sat up on your knees, moving to unbutton his red button up, and pulled the flaps of the shirt away from his skin. Your eyes caught the square patches over his bullet wounds and a pained expression crossed your face. You ran your hands up and down his sides, carefully avoiding the areas around the wounds. The sight was a fucked up acute triangles. Two shots in the upper torso. One right on the underside of his right pectoral. Another about two inches down his right pectoral, laying right atop his ninth rib, where his costal margin should be. And the third was far below those two, about an inch and a half below the belly button. You shook your head to get that train of thought out before you refocused on Silco. You moved your hands up to his pecs, slowly trailing down to his bellybutton, and then to the subtle indent just above his belt.

You leaned forward on your hands, placing them on either side of his head. He reached up to hold your sides again.You looked down and realized you were wearing far too many clothes for this. You made quick work of your jacket and shirt, kicking off your pants as well. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver. You felt his hands start to move up and down your sides before moving up to your chest. At first you thought he was going for your bra, when he rested his hand on the topside of your breast. He didn’t squeeze it, nor did he tease it like he normally would. He just kept his hand there. You were confused until you realized that he was feeling your heartbeat. It was rather fast considering you were getting intimate with him. You reached up to cup his hand.

“Everything okay, dear?”

“You’re real.”

You blinked, not expecting that kind of response. “What?”

“You’re real.” He whispered again, as if repeating himself would somehow make you understand.

“Of course I’m real.” You replied, not knowing where this was coming from. “I’m here. Right here with you.”

“I had… a terrible dream in that coma.”

Oh. That’s where this was coming from. “Do you want to tell me about it?” You asked, still not moving from where you sat atop him.

“No. Not yet.” He admitted. He let go of your chest, taking your hand and moving it to cup his cheek. “I think I’d rather just lay here and enjoy this moment with you, if you don’t mind.”

You smiled down at him. “How could I resist that kind of request?” You moved off him, scooting closer to lay on your side facing him. You laid one arm over his waist, mindful of where his wounds were. You two laid like that for a while, just holding each other while the world passed you by. It was a nice, quiet moment. Maybe one of the lasts you’d have for a while. You didn’t want to dwell on that thought for long. For now, you’d live in the moment. Having Silco’s warm body pressed up against yours, while you two slowly drifted off.

I capped this at, 10,396 words. I hope yall enjoyed, I worked hard to write this. Took a lot longer than expected, but that’s because I was asked for a ten thousand word MINIMUM. Anyways it came out fairly well. As always I hope you liked it, leave a request in my inbox, and tag any tags you think should be added. Can’t wait to hear from you.

[misswynters]

Jinx comforting depressed reader...as best she could

featuring. jinx x platonic! sister reader

requested by anon

Jinx wasn’t the best at handling emotions, well at least not the messy, quiet ones that didn’t come with explosions or screaming matches. But when she saw you, curled up on the edge of the old couch in the hideout, staring at nothing in particular, she couldn’t just walk away. It wasn’t the first time she’d found you like this, but it still hit her like a sucker punch to the gut every single time.

She approached cautiously, her usual chaotic energy dialed back to something softer. The quiet shuffle of her boots against the floor was the only sound as she made her way over, dropping down beside you with a loud plop. She stretched her legs out in front of her, slouching dramatically, trying to fill the space with her presence alone.

“You know,” she started, twirling a strand of her blue hair around her finger, “I was gonna blow something up today. Had the whole thing planned out—fireworks, kabooms, the works. But then I thought…” She leaned her head back and tilted it to look at you. “Maybe explosions aren’t what we need today.”

You blinked slowly, finally glancing her way, your expression unreadable. “We?”

“Yeah, we,” she said with a shrug, nudging your leg with hers. “You’re my partner-in-crime, remember? What’s the point of causing chaos if you’re not there to laugh about it after?”

You let out a faint snort, the first crack in the wall of silence that had been surrounding you all day. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Jinx’s grin widen.

“Ah, there it is! I knew you still had some life in you, sis.” She pulled herself up into a cross-legged position, turning to face you fully. “Okay, let’s make a deal. You talk to me—about whatever’s got you all doom-and-gloom—and I’ll make it worth your while.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s ‘worth my while’ supposed to mean?”

She smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Guess you’ll have to find out. But you’ve got my full attention, which, let’s be real, is worth its weight in gold.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Jinx always had a way of breaking through your walls, no matter how high you tried to build them. You hesitated, your gaze dropping to your hands, which were twisting nervously in your lap.

“It’s… hard to explain,” you murmured. “I just feel… heavy. Like I’m stuck in this fog, and no matter what I do, I can’t get out of it.”

Jinx’s expression softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something gentler. She reached out and took your hands in hers, her grip warm and grounding. “Yeah, that fog sucks,” she said simply. “I’ve been there. And it feels like it’s never gonna go away, right?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you.

“Well, here’s the thing,” she continued, squeezing your hands lightly. “That fog? It’s a liar. It wants you to think you’re stuck forever, but you’re not. You’ve got me, and I’ll keep dragging you through it if I have to.”

Her words were unpolished, maybe even clumsy, but they hit exactly where they needed to. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, and before you could wipe it away, Jinx was leaning over to wrap you in a tight, slightly awkward hug. She smelled like gunpowder and oil and something uniquely her, and it was oddly comforting.

“Okay, okay, no more crying,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at you. “Because I’ve got a plan.”

You sniffled, your curiosity piqued despite everything. “A plan?”

“Yep!” She stood up and offered you her hand. “We’re gonna do something that makes you smile, even if it kills me. And I’m not talking about one of those fake, polite smiles you do when you’re pretending to be okay. I mean a real one.”

You hesitated for a moment before taking her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. “What did you have in mind?”

She grinned, her excitement infectious. “Oh, you’ll see. But fair warning: it might involve paint, glitter, and me being an absolute menace.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you laughed. A small, genuine sound that made Jinx’s chest swell with pride. “There’s my sis,” she said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Let’s go make a mess.”

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[poisoned-fruit-prose]

If you write for women, can I request “…out of love” with Jinx but platonic with reader who Jinx considers a mother figure (maybe reader is with silco romantically). Just like, platonic kiss on the cheek of forehead or something

I write for ALL Arcane characters. Especially god's favorite and most perfect daughter.

“Ta-da!”

Jinx lifted her hands off your eyes. Staring back in the mirror was you with a now rather-splotchy dye job. Your roots hardly held the blue, resulting in a sort of unintentional shadow root, and Jinx had taken it upon herself to blunt-cut some framing bangs. It wasn’t the most fashionable, but it was uniquely her.

And, therefore, you adored it.

You gasped as you turned your head to look at all angles of your glorious Jinx-ification, an unshakable smile spreading across your face. This girl, brought to you by Silco in the pouring rain one horrible night, had changed your life forever. She wasn’t perfect, but you would never fault her for that. She brought a softness into your life that you wanted nothing more than to protect from the horrid events she was destined to live in the undercity. So when she begged you to try out a new hair dye on you, the word ‘no’ seemed to evaporate from your vocabulary. What was your hair to her happiness?

“Whaddya think?” she asked you, leaning down to look at you cheek-to-cheek in the mirror.

“It’s perfect.”

Jinx grinned. You loved seeing it. Sometimes, a smile would elude her for days, and you’d do everything in your power just to bring it back. Fond memories of holding her to your chest as you read to her, sung to her, baked fresh cookies for her flooded your mind. You glowed internally as Jinx beamed outwardly. She danced around your chair, giddy just on your approval, before rounding it to throw her arms around your neck. You hugged her back just as tightly.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek, her lips against your skin for a few tender seconds. Your heart burst.

“Thanks, ma.”

“Thank you, Jinx,” you murmured back.

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[pricesgirl]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Y/N

The rest of the world feels so distant from up here.

The detention, the whispers in the hallway, even Mrs. Clark’s endless scolding—they all seem to melt away, insignificant against the vast stretch of sky above.

From this angle, the school below is just a collection of bricks and glass, a model waiting to be dusted off. It's quiet.

Still.

I sit near the edge, my knees pulled close to my chest, fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. It’s strange, being here, in a way that’s almost... comforting.

"Breathe it in," Jinx says, sprawled across the ledge like she owns the place, arms outstretched, the embodiment of chaotic freedom. Her voice breaks through the stillness, sharp yet oddly soothing. "This is what life’s about, toots."

She tilts her head back, her blue hair catching the dimming light. She looks almost peaceful, which is rare for her.

I glance at her, then at the courtyard below. "I wouldn’t call this freedom," I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

She turns her head, an eyebrow quirked in challenge. "Oh yeah? What would you call it, then?"

"Perspective," I say, my voice quiet but steady.

For a long moment, she just stares at me, as if she’s weighing the words, before she bursts into laughter. It’s loud and erratic, the kind of sound that shakes the quiet rooftop air.

"God, you’re such a nerd," she manages between giggles.

Ekko, lounging nearby with his arms draped over his knees, lets out a soft chuckle. "She’s got a point, though."

"Of course she does. She’s Y/N," Jinx smirks, sitting up and leaning toward me. "But perspective or not, don’t you think this beats detention?"

I hesitate for a second, eyes flicking from her to Ekko, and back to the horizon. The breeze ruffles my hair, the warmth of the sun still lingering on my skin. "Yeah," I admit softly. "It does."

Jinx flops dramatically onto her back, arms splayed wide like she’s conquering the world. "See? I’m always right. You two should listen to me more often."

Ekko snorts, shaking his head. "Listening to you is how we ended up here in the first place."

Jinx’s grin is completely unbothered. "And look where we are! On top of the world, baby. Way better than sitting in some moldy classroom with Mr. 'I Might Fall Asleep Any Second' Wheeler."

I glance at Ekko, catching the small, fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s a side of him I don’t see often—so at ease, so... light.

Miss Daredevil leans back, testing gravity with every inch of her precarious stance, arms outstretched. "Admit it," she singsongs, teasing. "You’re both glad I dragged you up here."

Ekko chuckles softly. "You didn’t drag me anywhere, Jinx. I came up on my own."

"Details, details," she waves him off. "Point is, this is way better than detention."

I let my gaze wander over the courtyard below, the shadows stretching across the pavement as the day fades into evening. "It is better," I whisper, barely audible even to myself.

Jinx lets out a victorious laugh. "Ha! See? I told you. Rooftops fix everything. Bad day? Rooftop. Existential crisis? Rooftop. Stuck with rules you don’t like? Definitely rooftop."

Ekko raises an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "So rooftops are your cure for the human condition now?"

"Obviously," she replies with a grin that could rival the sky. "Rooftops and chaos. Works every time."

I let out a soft laugh at that, surprising even myself. It’s not much—a fleeting sound—but it feels good. Light.

Ekko’s gaze shifts to me, his expression softening in a way that makes my chest tighten without warning. "You should laugh more," he says quietly.

I turn to look at him, startled by the sincerity in his tone, before quickly glancing away. "I do laugh," I mumble, my voice barely more than a breath.

"Not enough," he counters, the warmth in his words unexpected.

Jinx snorts, sprawling out on the roof in a dramatic heap. "She’s laughing right now, Boy Savior. Mission accomplished. Now, stop being so sappy. You’re ruining the vibe."

The three of us settle into an easy silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. The breeze tugs at my hair, and for the first time in a long while, I let myself relax.

It’s strange, sitting here with them—strange, but... nice.

For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like if things were always like this. No tension, no unsaid things between us, no rules pulling at our edges. Just this.

But then Ekko shifts, and the spell breaks.

“You know,” he begins, his voice light but carrying something deeper, something more careful. "We used to do this kind of stuff all the time."

Jinx groans, dragging the sound out like it physically hurts her. "Oh, come on, can we not do the whole 'good old days' routine?" She flings her arms wide, nearly tipping herself off the ledge with the dramatics. Somehow, she ends up closer to me, her shoulder brushing mine, as if there’s some invisible force that keeps pulling her in.

She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing drawl. "What’s next, huh? Candlelit storytelling? A heartfelt group hug?"

I duck my head, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. "You’re the one who brought us up here. If you wanted to avoid sentimentality, maybe rooftops weren’t the best choice."

Her laugh comes quick, sharp, but there’s something softer in her eyes when she looks at me. "Touché, bookworm. Guess I didn’t think that one through."

She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and begins rolling something—her fingers moving with a fluidity that suggests this isn’t the first time. It’s a joint.

The sight hits me with a strange familiarity, reminding me of that night by the lake.

It seems like Mary Jane is becoming some kind of tradition when it comes to these quiet, rare moments of reconciliation.

"Here we go," she mutters to herself, finishing the roll and holding the joint up like it’s some prized possession. "One rooftop remedy coming right up."

She lights it, the flame flickering in the wind before she takes a slow, deliberate drag. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the hit before the smoke escapes, swirling and fading into the afternoon haze.

"You really are a walking contradiction," Ekko comments, raising an eyebrow. "Rooftop philosopher by day, troublemaker by night."

"Obviously," Jinx replies between a few coughs, passing the joint to me with a mischievous grin. "I’m a complex girl, Ekko. Multidimensional."

I take the joint, my fingers brushing hers. It feels oddly natural, like I’ve done this before—like it’s always been this way. I lift it to my lips, and the sharp sting of the smoke hits my lungs before it’s replaced by a warm, mellow feeling that loosens the tightness in my chest.

I exhale slowly, watching the smoke dissolve in the air. There’s a soft relief in it, as if something inside me is finally exhaling too.

"It’s not bad," I murmur, my voice softer than I expect. It feels easy to let go, here. To not hold everything in so tightly.

Jinx watches me with a knowing look, her grin softening for a fraction of a second. She stretches out again, arms wide, claiming the sky like it belongs to her. "Told you, toots," she says gently, her voice almost fond. "Rooftops and joints, they make everything feel a little... better."

I hand it back to her, and she takes it with a nod of approval. I feel lighter now, both in body and mind, the world seeming a little less heavy.

"Guess you were right," I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. "This... this does feel better."

Her smile is small but genuine. "Told ya. You just gotta let go of the bullshit sometimes."

Ekko watches us, his expression softer than before, and I can see something flicker in his eyes. He’s watching us, but he’s also somewhere else, somewhere deeper. "I never thought I’d see the day when you two would agree on something," he says, his voice light but warm.

I turn to him, my smile growing just a little bit, something honest in it now. "It’s not that surprising," I reply. "We’ve always found a way to understand each other. Even when we didn’t know how to say it."

There’s a quiet pause, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled. We’re all here, together, and it feels... right.

Jinx tilts her head back, her eyes scanning the sky, her blue hair rippling in the breeze. "I think you’ve got it, toots. You’re getting it," she says, a quiet pride in her voice. Then, with a teasing grin, she adds, "Still think we’re not rebels?"

I shake my head, my smile turning a little softer. "You’re all rebels," I say, my voice lighter than it’s been in a long time. "I think I’m starting to see why."

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Jinx

"God fucking thing!"

Who in their infinite wisdom decided these shitty school sinks were a good idea?

They can’t even handle a goddamn eyeshadow palette without sending it skidding into the sink abyss.

Genius design, truly.

And don’t even get me started on the brush situation. I may or may not have sacrificed my one decent makeup brush to the noble cause of lewd caricatures.

But let’s not act like I regret it, okay? Priorities.

The Mary Jane session with my two favorite nerds earlier? Top-tier.

Rooftop philosophy and petty rebellion wrapped in one hazy package. I should charge for that kind of therapy. But here’s the problem—apparently, the second I light up, my makeup decides to pull a Houdini act.

Poof, gone!

My makeup has no loyalty.

None.

Just as I’m about to give up entirely, the bathroom door creaks open, and someone steps in.

"Uh… hi," Y/N’s soft voice cuts through my rant like a whisper in a storm.

I glance up to see her hovering in the doorway, clutching her satchel looking thing like it’s a lifeline.

"Speak of the devil," I say, smirking. "Just the nerd I needed. Come here."

Her eyebrows knit together in that little confused frown she always does. "What for?"

"For science," I deadpan, grabbing her wrist before she can retreat.

She gasps, soft and breathy, and it’s honestly unfair how cute it sounds.

"Or, you know, makeup. Whatever."

"Jinx, I have cheer practice—"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut her off, tugging her toward the sink. "And I have a national crisis happening on my face. Priorities, toots."

She sighs, letting me guide her despite her obvious reluctance. "This is ridiculous."

"Life’s ridiculous," I shoot back, planting her on the counter like she belongs there. "Now sit still and let me work my magic."

Her knees brush against my side, and I can feel her staring at me with those big, cautious eyes like I’m about to steal her soul or something.

Her lashes flutter, and she’s so close I can see every detail—the curve of her cheekbones, the faint freckles dusting her nose, the way her lips part slightly when she breathes.

"This feels unnecessary," she mutters.

"Necessary is boring," I reply, grabbing my eyeliner. "Close your eyes, bookworm, or I’m stabbing them out by accident."

She does, and I swear the way her lips twitch, trying not to smile, might kill me.

I lean in, the tip of the liner dragging a clean, sharp line across her eyelid. "You’ve got good eyes for this," I say, my tone half-teasing.

"Big, doe-eyed, innocent. Perfect for a killer wing."

"I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"Both," I reply with a grin, stepping back to admire the line before reaching for the shadow.

Her lips twitch.

She’s trying not to smile again.

Fuck.

"You’re surprisingly gentle," she breathes.

"Don’t spread that around," I warn, smirking. "I’ve got a reputation to uphold."

She laughs, quiet and sweet, and it hits me like a sucker punch.

"You’re such a control freak," I tease, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Bet you’re overthinking this right now. What’s running through that little head of yours? Oh no, Jinx might make me look too hot for cheer practice!"

Her cheeks flush pink, and it’s stupidly satisfying. "That’s not—"

"Uh-huh," I cut her off, focusing on the sharp wing I’m crafting. "Don’t even try to lie to me. I can hear your brain overthinking from here."

She huffs, but it’s more of a pout than an actual protest.

"There," I say after a few more strokes, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Holy shit, I’m good. Look at you."

The pink still lingers faintly in her eyes from the weed, softening the sharpness of her gaze.

But the black eyeliner I just finished framing her eyes?

That’s all sharp angles, precision, a perfect contrast to her usual softness.

She looks—holy shit—stunning.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her breath catches a little when she sees herself, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

“I think I did a damn good job,” I tease, arms crossed as I lean against the counter, watching her soak it all in.

Her eyes flick to me, a small, surprised smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You really did,” she admits, voice quieter than usual, but no less genuine.

She’s staring at herself in the mirror, but it’s like she’s seeing something new. Something she maybe didn’t realize she had.

I move closer, my fingers itching to reach out and adjust a strand of hair that’s fallen out of place, but I stop myself. I don’t want to make it weird.

“You look so pretty,” I say softly, my voice somehow quieter now, too.

It feels like a rare moment where I’m just... being honest.

She glances at me from the mirror, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

It’s like she’s almost shy, but the way she smiles makes me think she’s more surprised by it than anything.

“I don’t know what to say,” she murmurs, almost self-conscious, but in a way that doesn’t feel awkward.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I nudge her shoulder gently. “Just—go show the world. You’re absolutely killing it.”

Her smile widens, and for a moment, I can see the flicker of that quieter side of her—like she’s letting herself take in the fact that she’s looking really good.

“Thanks, Jinx,” she says softly, her voice warm. “I needed that.”

My grin softens a little. “Anytime, bookworm.”

And I mean it.

Because I know she’s got a lot going on in her head, a lot of layers she keeps hidden.

But for now, in this small, quiet moment, she’s just here, and she’s letting herself enjoy it.

And that’s enough.

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: bit of a shorter chapter today, more of a filler one if anything, hope you like it :)

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

it would be actually so rad if you did jinx x buff!reader headcanons.

i just think she would be so silly about it 🥰

(this is basically us in my DR and she is def silly about it)

Jinx x Buff!Reader

Of she is definitely so giddy and so excited

She's constantly asking questions on why, how and when did you get so buff

She really likes it and finds it fun

She's not that buff herself but girl is strong

She has to be by carrying around her shit on the daily but she gets that from that, she doesn't lift or anything

If you do lift weights or work out to maintain the muscles she is just admiring

And teasing the whole time and flirting

Like if you're lifting weights she'll just walk in, stare with the smuggest smile on her face at all

She doesn't care who sees and will walk up behind you and hug you from behind

She does it to feel your stomach as well because she just loves it so much

Constantly when laying in bed is squeezing your arms or tracing the muscles she can see

It's not a sexual thing, just a more admiring thing she does

She just finds it very fun and cool, and you remind her a bit of someone

She really likes the feeling of when you hug her and she feels so safe because your arms are big, they feel safe and they're strong

She loves the hugs and behind held or cuddling with you and she can just feel safe like that

She is so comfortable around you and especially when walking around

There are still a few people who try her, flirt or say stuff to her about her clothes, everything or just who she is

She loves the look on their face when they see you standing behind her just looking all buff

She is constantly flirting

"Hey hotstuff, came here all the way for me?"

She is literally like a school girl with a crush for the first time and flirts like you're not even together

Especially if you're like one of those buff ass and intimidating people but in reality you're shy and get flustered

If you're like that she upps the flirting and the touching just to see you blush

She loves being carried by you, bridal style or thrown over your shoulder

She has so much fun and is so happy

She's laughing, she's smiling and is just thrilled

She is jumping on your back and all

For fun shell run up to you and yell for you to catch here and see if you do

She knows you will because you're strong enough and because she wants a hug

She pretends her arms hurt and has you carry shit for her

She loves seeing your muscles flex and will just smile all sneaky and cover her mouth and giggle

It's so funny to see

She draws on your muscles

It's a given, she once drew eyes and a mustache on your arm and named it Muscleton

You have no way out of this because she redraws him everytime he fades away

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