#OHH HOW I MISSED U ALLL

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reunion ☆. ☽

happy vijinx week my lovelies ~

pairings: vi x jinx

warnings: dd:dne, siscon pining alert

On particularly cold nights like this one, Jinx thinks about how warm it was back when she had a home. When she had a family.

Jinxed that one.

She kicked a particularly vulnerable rock, affronted, but did nothing more than that. She didn’t feel like entertaining the little horned voices chewing on the frayed wires of her mind today.

She was tired. More than the surface level kind that anyone could see, where you can trace a map of the hours she hasn't slept under her sunken eyes. She was a deep, to the bone, heavy kind of tired. Maybe you could see it, too. It sure felt like you could. The regular musings of her mind were uncharacteristically silent. She didn't want to fill the empty space either. Not with anything louder than the haunting break of sleep. That and this musty place. It was all she could do to drag herself here every night. To peel in behind a shady somebody and– hopefully– do right for once.

She works her way to the same spot as always, shouldering through the buzzing throng. It was like a masquerade ball, or the opposite. People all around her, some from Zaun, some Pilties, some from somewhere else entirely. They all come to shed their daily normal person masks; to cram into dingy seats and watch the nauseating view below. The quarrelsome yell of a man somewhere behind her pulls Jinx out of her mile long train of thought. Something something “Fuck off,” something something, “I pay to watch, buddy.” Jinx scoffs crudely.

Animals .

A bell rings. It cracks the air, really. The room freezes over. Cold and too silent. Almost sterile. The spasming fluorescent bulbs overhead brighten– impossible white and screeching in Jinx’s ears. Her singed nerves are set alight, heart pounding a distinct threat. Every sense tells her to run, leave . To eject herself from the filth and release the iron grip around her lungs. To spew her stomach contents into the dank, wet alley and run home.

I want to leave .

Not yet.

With screwed eyes, she grips the crimson slip of paper in her clammy hands, working it torturously between her thin fingers. She knows she can drown out the shrieking crowd and the bellowing of the particularly greasy announcer. She can make it just a bit longer. It takes a stubborn amount of quivering breaths, ins and outs, to set her back somewhere close to all right. Though, it’s really all for naught as her ears catch the name in the enthused ring man’s speech. She tracks the black-clad figure that stalks in for every inch.

Poison and tar that had been working deep in her gut bubble up to blanket her glued tongue with bile, and she aspirates on all the selfish air she had just caught. It felt like she was beat to shit– really, thoroughly fucked up– when the world decided, “I’m gonna hit the brakes,” and sent her crashing into it. All the wind knocked out of her.

The woman now standing at the dead center of the pit was inescapably familiar. Recognizable from the square of her broad shoulders to the path her solid muscles took down to her wrapped, bloodied hands. Her face was obscured from here, and Jinx wasn’t sure if the breath she let out was one of relief or desperation. The tail end of it caught with a broken whimper either way. She unwittingly sunk as deep as she could manage into the cover of her hood, becoming increasingly aware of the risk in all of this.

Vi, please. Look at me .

Vi .

Please don’t look up here .

Two distinct voices warred in her mind. Not really fighting. Just pulling at themselves weakly, one trying to outrun the other-- crabs in a bucket. One was a formless want, a juvenile idea pinned with her own greed, crying on her knees and gripped by the jaw. The other was a plea. A whisper etched in uncertainty.

A better fucking idea. Jinx bared her teeth as she thought it.

The little piece of her fell silent at the stab, scraping her knees on the way. Jinx was pleased with how the tension raised at the resolution, choosing to ignore the sting. Without warning the crowd around her roared, rallied, and spit. Jinx followed their reaction back to the center of the pit below. The tatted-up, fat, barbarian of a man was wiped, face flat on the perma-stained cement. Vi stood feet away, her jacket shrugged off at some point, fist pumping in triumph. The jagged edge of her all out war cry was the only thing that cut through the noise. Even though it was ridiculous, Jinx felt a rush of pride at the sight. Under that was a thin line of something that threatened to rear its ugly head at her if she stared too long. A hot, tainted drip of possession. Jealousy.

None of you even know her. She could have beat this guy's ass at half the height.

Vi pivoted to face her half of the ring, and Jinx’s hackled raised.

Get out.

Not yet.

She studied her now that she was in the light, with all of her sharp angles and purpling bruises. Even though she had just taken blows to the face  Predictably, she stares at her lips more than anything else. Shame coiled its snakey grip around her as she chewed at her own lip, cheeks blooming pink. She brushed her gaze over the pull of Vi’s thick bicep, the area of bare skin around her wrapped chest beaded with sweat...

Jinx’s eyes jammed in place, fixed on the way soft, unpainted skin squished over the edge of the dirtied fabric. A regrettable heat swirled with the dread she had been nursing for the hour, and her throat bobbed with her effortful swallow. She wondered how soft she really was there. Wondered if she could sneak into her apartment while she was passed out and find out, press their lips together, slide her tongue over–

Jinx visualized herself swatting at the indecent thoughts, shooing them away and tucking them into their bad little corner. That wasn’t why she was here.

You should leave .

Yeah.

Jinx pocketed the now wrinkled slip of paper– like she didn’t have plenty at home. She glanced around, making sure she wasn’t spotted or followed before she stepped back slowly. One foot behind the other, until Vi, then the pit, then the crowd shrunk. Each footfall spurred a new wash of regret. A new weight to add to her hunched shoulders. Only when she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t catch any lingering piece of her sister did she turn on her heel and push open the busted up metal door, letting the biting night air nip at her still-warm cheeks.

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[missamyrisa2]

miss amyyyy 🥺 how would u tease a gal who loooves clitty tickles but is too shy to admit it? (also your new icon is so cute!! i love your sense of style 💜)

Thank youuuu~! You're tooooo sweeeet for noticing ~! And I'm absolutely gonna noticeee how wildddd you get when I glide my feather across your lower waist, hip to hip to hip~ baaack and forthhh~ oooh you have a ticklish butttton don't youuuuu~ I sawww your lower belly twitching mhmmm~ that meansss you have a ticklish bellybutton maybeeee? How much does it tickle when I dip my flippy feather tippy tip into your bellybutton? Tickle tickle~~~ oooh that's a tickle spotttt ~ but that's not ~the~ spotttt now is itttt? I didn't find your spot yetttt did I? Maybe it's these girlyyy chest buttonssss?

Why don't you tell me more about what you think of my lil tickle outfit while I snuggle you from behind like this and we'll explore those girlyyyy chest buttons mmmh? Ahh yess girlyyy chest buttonssss and they alwayssss get the blush brush mmhmm ~ trace around the button in circlessss and gentlyyyy brushyyy brush~ how does that feeeel? Oooh is that a squirm~ mmh I'll just hold you snugggg and tell you more about how cuuuuute and adorable you are all blushyyy~ oooh but you were more blushyyy down here by your hipsss weren't youuuu? Yesssss you were yesss you were absolutelyyyy indeedyyy~

Let's get the deeeds then the details, the deed to your mosttttt ticklish ticklish royal area thennnn~ ooh your girl buttons are soooo sensitive and wantttyyy but I betttt you have some neediness somewhere elseeee~ Ooh and loookie loook~ I have this loooong feather just for youuuu~ this looong white featherrr let's call herrr mmmh Finessaaa ~ because she just has soooo much finesse~ sooo much talentttt in working with cuuuute shyyy girlyyy girls like youuu~

Noooo you don't have to sayyy anyyhinggg I'll take any of your emotions you can just squeak and wiggle and gasppp alll you likee~ feather ticklesss downnn your chest nowww mmhmm don't you worry about a thing I've got youuuu~ yesss kick those legsss sweeetieee she's going downtownnnn mmhmmm going alllll the wayyy downnn these riiibbbbiesss ~ why yes I'm tickling your neck with my fingers toooo ~ and pastt your hipssss and along your waiiisttt feather ticklesss feeeeather ticklessss~ down and dowwwwnnnnn awwww squirm it out babyydoll squirm it outtt I've got youuuu~

Oooh now what is thatttt? I'm just feathering your innner innnerr innnermost thiiiighsss yes I ammm~ and you're going a little crazyyyyy so I'm gonna squeeeze these sides toooo ~ breathe darling breaaaathe ~ we're noooot stopping no no noooo~ you luuuv your tickles sooo much ~ yessss Amy knowssss ticklemama allllways knowssss~ Mhhh did your little pearlyyyy come out to playyyy? Yeahhhh?

Such trembliessssss ~ oooh that's the spottt mmhmm that'sss the spotttt! Are you gonna give me royal sparklesss? Are youuuu? Maybeee if my lllllongcake finessa goesss down and upppp your pearl? While I give you little kisssessss on your neck? Ohh yess sorry darlingggg I'm just so leggyyy I have to put my legs somewhere so I supposeee I'll snuggle you and put my legs over yours and keep you nice and open for the ticklessss~you like this little snuggly hug while I feather your pearlyyy ~ yesss you doooo ~ such delightful gigglyyymoanies you have thereee~

Oooh you got so fuzzzzy didn't youuuu? Didn't even realize I put you on your back? That's just prime darlingggg we're gonna get you feeeeling alll the tickles againnn~ I have this fineeee tip lip brush just for a pearlyyyy like yours and we'll paint it up~ mmhmm paint you up in my favorite color my favorite tickled piiiiink~ Ooh quivering thighs is fineee but I'm soooo gonna kissyyy themmm~ I'm a biiiit of a multi-tasker y'know, something of an octotickler~ I looooveee to kissyyy your thighssss and draw my softttt supple little brush up your pearllyyy while my toessss try to graze your fooott~

Where does it tiiiickle thennn? Tell meee cutienessss tellll me where it tiiiickles tell me alllll about the sparklyyyyy tingles you feeeel theree~ I'm gonna keeep teasing your pearlyyyy until you talk about itttt~ we need to have a little chatttt a girlyyy chattt yesss we dooo and until you start talkinggg it's gonna be the liiiightest tickliessss allll around circling this swollen prettyyy buttton~ awww soooo sparklyyyy huhhhh~ and oooh yessss my tinyyyy vibe is coming in bzzzzzz let's buzzzzz some chatttinessss outta youuuu ~ I wannna buzzzzzz~

Are you gonna be my chatttttyyy cathyyyy? mmmmh? My talkyyyy tomika? A moannnnyyy marissaaa perhapssss? You're soooo my tickledoll that's what you are uhhhuhhh and I think I found the buttonnn to make you talkkkk~ shall I press it then? Mhmm we gotta press itttt~ my buzzzzy tinyyyy pink wandyyyy is gonna vibeee vibe youuuu my vibey vanessaaaa~ let's hear those sparklyyyy moans thennn~ we're not stoppping until you give me that sweeetest pearlyyyy sparklegasm and then we're gonna have a niiiice chat about it while I snugggle youuuu and feather that button some moreee~<33