#firecracker jinx

[tart-sakuran]

Happy New Year ~ 🎇

(posted February 10)

[questionablecuttlefish]

Im curious for porcelain would lux be with firecracker jinx or would you make jinx a protector too 🤔

I'm a little torn between Lunar Empress Lux and Porcelain Lux with Firecracker Jinx.

But I don't know as much about L.E Lux and the idea of combining the aesthetics of something as delicate as porcelain with something as loud and dangerous as fireworks is kinda neat🤫

[chomp-bomb]

Listen I just think its neat their skins match up so conveniently sometimes. Its just so neat. Definitely not fuel for my delusions no

Delusional rant below the cut

Ok but listen. First off lovestruck skins, Ezreal has headphones and seems to be listening to something right. I like to think it’s Jinx’s music. There isn’t too much of a story here for me, I just think the designs look cute together and since it’s based off of love and stuff of COURSE I ship them together! Imo that’s what this specific universe is for anyways

The next two are their new year skins and once more I think the designs compliment each other nicely. Also!! Ezreal is a prankster and very mischievous in that skin line, Jinx is very chaotic as per usual in her own lunar new year skin, so I think they’d cause mayhem together.

I actually didn’t know until today that the crime city and debonair skin lines were in the same universe. So obviously I’m shipping them together here too. I think they have some potential for an interesting dynamic in that universe!

As for heartsteel and zombie slayer, this is more based off of that one teamfight tactics promo art of slayer Jinx holding a microphone. I like to think Jinx and Ezreal met in high school and were members of a small garage band together. Ez eventually branched out and made a career in music, where for Jinx it stayed more of a hobby. The two reunited in their early 20’s after a few years of no contact and became good friends again, then eventually lovers.

And of course star guardian Ezreal and Jinx because star guardians is one of my favorite AU’s, so I have to make them kiss. I don’t make the rules.

Anyways I would write more but my phone is lagging BAD and I’m getting scared Tumblr will crash and lose my progress so. I’m ending this here 😭

[anticanonhearts]

jinx skins!

[shandian-go]

Hey Mel!! Were you looking at opening any group orders for the Arcance bilibili goods?

Yes definitely!

[blondebitch7k]

@goggles-varian, rude

And i could totally invent timetravel if i wanted to! I just have better things to do...

Ooc: Oh my god, my two facorite ships are fighting!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!

Timebomb meeting Varigo

Varian: *literally geeking out over Ekko and Jinx's tech stuff*

Hugo: *just chilling in the background*

Jinx: Who's the ugly looking rat over there?

Varian: Oh, that's Hugo.

Hugo: Hey-

[huntfeld]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Vi x Reader

Summary: Vi and her family spend their first Christmas with the reader’s, finding warmth, laughter, and a sense of belonging in each other’s company.

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The house buzzed with holiday energy. Twinkling lights adorned the tree, the fireplace cast a golden glow, and the smell of cinnamon and pine filled the air. Laughter and the sound of cookie decorating echoed from the kitchen while Jinx darted around the living room, a whirlwind of energy.

“This place is so shiny,” Jinx said, her wide, Shimmer-pink eyes darting to every ornament on the tree. “You’ve got, like, fifty tiny explosions hanging here. I love it!”

Isha, sitting cross-legged by the window with a steaming mug of cocoa, let out a soft hum of approval. She gave a small nod, her lips quirking into a faint smile as she traced the rim of her mug with a finger.

“They’re not explosions, Jinx,” Vi said with a smirk, leaning casually against the back of the couch. “They’re just lights.” She tilted her head toward Isha. “Right?”

Isha rolled her eyes playfully and gave Vi a thumbs-up, the corner of her mouth twitching in quiet amusement.

Jinx wasn’t paying attention anymore. She was too busy stealing a candy cane from the counter. “Bet I could turn this into a rocket launcher,” she mused, twirling it between her fingers.

“Please don’t,” you said, laughing as you caught her eye. “My mom just fixed the kitchen wall last week.”

“Fine, fine,” Jinx relented, plopping onto the couch and sprawling across it dramatically. “But only because it’s Christmas.”

Vi crossed the room to stand beside you, slipping her hand into yours. She leaned down, her voice soft enough that only you could hear. “Your family’s great. They’re treating us like we’ve been here forever.”

You smiled, lacing your fingers through hers. “That’s because you belong here.”

Her grip tightened ever so slightly, her thumb brushing over yours. “I’ve never really felt like I belonged anywhere before.”

“Well, now you do,” you said softly, leaning your head on her shoulder.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. Vi shifted slightly, turning to look down at you with a playful grin.

“You know,” she said, “there’s one thing missing from this whole ‘belonging’ thing.”

“And what’s that?” you asked with a smirk, knowing full well what she meant.

Without another word, Vi cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you—soft at first, then deeper, her lips warm and steady against yours.

“Oh, gross!” Jinx’s voice cut through the moment like a firecracker. “Get a room, you two!”

Vi pulled back just enough to glare at her sister, her cheeks flushed pink. “You could’ve just… looked away, Jinx.”

“Uh, no way!” Jinx retorted, throwing a blanket over her head like a makeshift cloak. “You two were practically oozing mushy love goo all over the couch!” She peeked out from under the blanket with a devilish grin. “And Vi, you’re blushing. That’s weird. Stop that.”

“I’m not blushing!” Vi shot back, her voice raising an octave.

“You totally are!” Jinx sang, tossing a pillow in Vi’s direction. “Look at her! Little Miss Tough Girl caught red-handed!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Vi groaned dramatically, burying her face against your shoulder. “I swear, she was easier to deal with when she was trying to blow things up.”

“You love me!” Jinx called, her voice muffled from beneath her blanket.

“Unfortunately!” Vi shouted back, but her lips quirked into a small smile as she turned her attention back to you. “Where were we?”

“Right about here,” you said, tugging her in for another kiss.

Your mom peeked in from the kitchen, her hands dusted with flour. “Vi! Jinx! Isha! Come grab cookies before the kids get to them!”

Jinx sprang up immediately, her pink eyes glowing faintly as she snatched a cookie with exaggerated speed. “I like her,” she said, pointing at your mom with a cookie in hand.

Your mom laughed, ruffling Jinx’s hair affectionately. “I like you too, sweetie.”

Isha followed with a curious tilt of her head. She took a cookie and held it up with a questioning look as if asking, Is this homemade?

Your mom nodded enthusiastically, and Isha’s expression brightened. She gave a little approving hum before taking a bite, her eyes crinkling at the corners in delight.

Vi leaned closer to you as the others mingled. “You sure we’re not too much for your family?”

“Are you kidding?” you whispered back, smiling as you watched your dad teach Isha how to play a board game, while Jinx entertained your cousins with wild stories. “You all fit perfectly.”

Later, as the house settled into a calmer rhythm, Vi pulled you aside into a quieter corner. The glow of the Christmas tree painted soft highlights on her face as she wrapped her arms around you.

“You really mean it? About us belonging here?” she asked, her voice low and hesitant.

You reached up to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the faint scar along her cheekbone. “Of course I mean it, Vi. My family loves you. And I…” You paused, your voice catching slightly before continuing. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to process the words. Then, with a soft smile, she leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours. “I love you too,” she whispered. “More than I can even explain.”

The two of you stayed like that, the world fading away until it was just you, her, and the soft twinkle of lights.

As the night wound down and snow began to fall outside, the house grew quieter. Jinx was curled up on the couch under a blanket, her pink eyes half-lidded as the energy of the day finally caught up with her. Isha sat nearby, flipping through a book she’d found on your family’s shelf, occasionally nodding in approval at something she read.

Vi sat with you in front of the fire, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both watched the embers dance. She tilted her head to rest against yours, her fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice a low rumble, “this might be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Just wait,” you teased lightly. “You haven’t even opened your present yet.”

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “You’ve already given me the best gift, babe.” She kissed the top of your head, her lips lingering as if to seal the moment. “You’ve given me a home.”

For the first time in years, Vi—and her unconventional family—felt like they had truly found their place.

[tsunodaradio]

i believe in miracles ♫ 𝐘𝐓𝟐𝟐

THIS IS: FORMULA ONE, A MILESTONE EVENT 📀 you break the most important rule on set.

♫ starring: yuki tsunoda x photographer!reader. ♫ word count: 2.3k. ♫ includes: romance. profanity. what is the opposite of a slowburn?, making out, yuki is a little shit (affectionately). anon requested: you sexy thing by hot chocolate. ♫ commentary box: screamed out loud when i saw that the first request was for yuki, and for this song? anon, i owe you my life. 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

In all the sets you’ve worked on, there are a couple of cardinal rules.

Get your coffee orders in before noon; anything beyond that, you’re on your own. If you’re part of the staff, wear a comfortable pair of running shoes. Don’t jinx things, like how good the weather might be or how the sun is hitting just right. 

And, most importantly: Don’t mess around with the models. 

It doesn’t matter if they’re a B-list celebrity or some random dude casted on the streets. If they hit on you, you do not engage. You smile politely. You escalate things, if they’re particularly insistent. 

The general rule of thumb is to keep things strictly professional, even if the subjects of your photography are a one-off.

It’s a rule you’ve never broken. It’s not a difficult one to follow, anyway. 

That is— until Yuki Tsunoda walks in. 

You’re familiar with the Racing Bulls driver. His reputation precedes him, and the people on set whispers about the type of person he is. A firecracker. A wildcard.

Someone surprisingly charming. 

“This is our photographer for the day,” HUGO’s marketing manager says to Yuki as a way of introduction. “They’ve already worked with a couple of drivers in the past.” 

Yuki eyes you with rapt interest. “Is that so?” His voice lilts as he puts out his hand. “Who have you photographed, then?” 

“Just your usual,” you say conversationally, grasping Yuki’s hand in your own. “Albon, Ocon, Piastri.” 

He gives you a low, approving hum in response. You’re about to detach from the handshake when he gives you a light tug, pulling you closer just so you can hear him despite his lowered voice. This time, he speaks almost conspiratorially. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” He pauses. For dramatic effect, probably. And then, in a stage-whisper, “I’m much better-looking than them.” 

The sheer audacity of the words knocks a surprised laugh out of you. Yuki lets go of your hand, his eyes gleaming with poorly concealed amusement. As he’s whisked away to get his makeup done, a part of you contemplates why you weren’t immediately put off. 

It’s because Yuki wasn’t being cocky for the hell of it, you realize. He’d delivered the jab in hopes of— what, making you laugh? 

And it had worked. 

You’re in trouble, you think to yourself. Loads and loads of trouble. 

Thankfully, it’s a pretty straightforward shoot. HUGO and Red Bull’s new line, featuring the two Racing Bulls drivers. You have Isack Hadjar slotted for later this afternoon, so you don’t really have much time to waste with Yuki.

It’s a small grace, you figure. In between his jokey side comments and smoldering gaze, you’re not quite sure how much of him you can be casual about. 

He’s not a practiced model. You can tell that much. But you’ve dealt with far worse, and Yuki is easy to direct. He follows your every order uncomplainingly, that hint of something sparking in his eyes each time you tell him to do something. 

“Try not to smile too much,” you bark out. 

“You want me looking fierce?” he jokes as he leans against the red backdrop. “I can do that.” 

The switch-up is impressive. Your shutter clicks away, capturing everything from the hunger on his expression to the fullness of his lips— 

You nearly trip on a cable when Yuki’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. It’s an innocent act, and your little slip-up should have gone under the radar.

Except your model notices. And while he doesn’t call you out, his mouth curls into a barely-there smirk. 

You have to get your head out of the gutter. 

The next couple of hours fly by. Halfway through, Yuki wrestles on the statement piece of the campaign— a leather jacket with an embossed Red Bull logo and blue piping. 

He wears it well. A little too well. Paired with his silver jewelry and his sharp gaze, you find it to be particularly lethal. 

During a water break, you step aside to contemplate what the hell has you fraying at the edges. Was Yuki right? Did you find him much more good-looking than his peers? 

Hell, it was probably just that he was your textbook type. Unassuming at first glance, but rightfully funny and smug once the ice is broken. You shake your head and try to rid yourself out of the thoughts. 

Remember the rule. Remember the rule. 

“Ready for a couple more takes?” you call out. 

Yuki— from his makeup chair— gives you a wordless two thumbs up. 

It’s over before you can get too into your head about the guy of your dreams being in front of your lens. He’s such a good sport about all your direction that you feel warmed up to him, enough to ignore the bloom of a crush. 

All you have to do now is thank him, say your goodbyes, and never think of this day ever again. 

Except Yuki seems to have other plans. 

He makes a beeline for you once you pull the plug on the morning shoot. “Can I see the photos?” he asks, and it’s a typical enough question that you don’t suspect a thing. 

“Sure,” you say. “The ones from earlier are in my other SD card, though. Let me just grab it.” 

“I’ll come with you.”

Once again: It goes right over your head. The eagerness in Yuki’s demeanor, the swiftness of which he informs his team he’ll be ducking out for a bit. You do notice the way one of his hands rests on the small of your back as you start to lead him to your office, but it’s not enough to have the alarms ringing in your brain. 

But then he has you pressed up the locked door of your office, his lips crashing against yours, and that— well, that’s clearer than any message he could give. 

You want to say you’re not sure how you got here. You’d walked into your office with the intention of showing Yuki the day’s work, but your camera has been set aside and his hand has now moved to your hip, holding you in place.

And your fingers are in his hair, your lips are parting, and fuck it, you’re kissing him back. He licks into your mouth and swallows up the moan that escapes you, his fingers tightening at your side. A warning to stay quiet.

It brings you back to your senses. You use your grasp on his hair to tug him back. He lets out a low grunt of confusion.

“I don’t do this,” you gasp, your eyes blown wide as you realize what you’ve done. What you’re doing. Shit, shit, shit. 

“Me neither,” he says right back. “Now, where were we?” 

He tries to dart forward again, but you keep him at a distance. 

“No, Yuki,” you insist, “I don’t do this with— with clients.”

This time, he pauses. He seems to hear the panic in your tone, and he pulls away a bit to get a better look on your face. You’re not sure if he realizes, but his thumb has begun to rub comforting circles into your hip. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asks, his voice just a little bit raspy. The concern is evident, though, and it bowls you over just how quickly he can go from heated to worried. 

Your fingers tighten in the strands of his hair, making him wince ever so slightly. There’s a right answer to his question. A proper answer. 

Don’t mess around with the models. 

To hell with it.

You exhale a quiet “no,” and then you’re pulling Yuki back in. 

He responds with equal fervor. The two of you know you’re on borrowed time, that his team will come looking for him in a bit and you have to start preparing for Isack’s shoot. 

For now, though, Yuki kisses you like he’ll never get to do it again. When you pull away, gasping for air, he doesn’t go too far; his head ducks to the crook of your neck, where he begins to plant chaste kisses. 

He nips at your pulse point. You hiss in protest. 

“Yuki—” 

“I know, I know,” he mumbles, and you feel the curve of his smirk before you see it. “I won’t leave any marks.” 

You can only pray that he makes good on his word. You’re not sure how you could explain this, not when Yuki is tracing over your sides with a reverence that makes your head dizzy.

“Couldn’t help myself.” Yuki’s words are just on the right side of a whine, spoken almost like he’s saying them absent-mindedly. His words are warm against your skin as he goes on, “You’re just— holy shit, you’re so hot.” 

A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. You have half the mind to question Yuki on it, to accuse him of flattery just to get in your pants, but the way he holds you makes you want to believe him.

You’re about to respond when you feel his teeth graze a little longer. His tongue darts out to ease the sting, and then he’s peeling away from you to survey the damage. 

“Okay, I lied,” he huffs. “There’s a small mark.” 

“Yuki!” You’re horrified as you fumble for your phone, pulling up the front camera. And, sure enough, there’s just a hint of redness right by your collarbone. It’ll be obscured by your shirt, but still. 

Yuki gives your waist a reassuring squeeze. 

“I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it,” he says smoothly. 

“I can’t have dinner,” you say, a frown beginning to tug at your kiss-swollen lips. “I have a shoot with your co-driver.” 

When Yuki groans, you’re initially unsure of why. “Don’t do that,” he chides. His one hand moves up to cup your cheek, and then he’s tracing the pout on your face. “I’m never going to leave this damn office if you look like that.” 

You’re still a bit winded, still a bit off-kilter at how you went from taking photos of Yuki to stealing away with him in your office. The shrill sound of his own phone’s ringtone snaps the both of you to attention. 

He clears his throat and takes a full step back, the distance between you two almost glaring. 

“For the record,” he tells you as he goes to answer the call, “the dinner doesn’t have to be tonight.”

You shoot him a heatless glare. He throws you an exaggerated wink before putting the phone up to his ear.

You could eavesdrop, if you wanted to, but you’re too busy trying to come down from the sudden turn of events. A heated kiss to let off some steam, to address the tension that's been burning underneath both of your skin. That’s all this is, isn’t it? 

The dinner is probably a joke. And Yuki will likely ghost you in two or three months, if it can be helped.

You don’t realize Yuki is already talking to you until he’s placing his hands back on your waist. 

“Pardon?” you stutter, and he raises his eyebrows out your zoned out expression. 

“I said,” he repeats, “your shoot with Isack might have to be rescheduled. Some delay in his flight.” 

Typically, you’d be more disappointed. It’s a wrench in your schedule. But Yuki is looking at you expectantly, and you’re scared to hope for anything more than what you’ve already gotten. 

You don’t have to. He gives it to you anyway. 

“Looks like you’re free for dinner,” he offers. 

You swallow hard. “You were serious?” 

A flurry of emotions flit across Yuki’s expression. He goes from surprise to offense, though it eventually tempers into something almost sheepish. His fingers flex at your sides. 

“I may have skipped to dessert, but I swear I’m usually a lot more proper,” he admits. “Wining and dining. The whole nine yards.” 

“The whole nine yards,” you repeat. You’re still not a hundred percent sure how the hell you ended up where you are right now.

Yuki flinches. “Look,” he says, his words tripping over each other. “When you said that you don’t do this, and I said me neither, I meant it. I don’t make out with my photographers.” 

“Just your photographers?” 

“Fuck. With anybody, okay? I don’t just make out with just anybody. And— I would have liked to do this all in order, but—” 

He trails off. His jaw clenches around the truth, but he spits it out anyway, as if he’s trying to get you to understand. “But I wasn’t going to leave this damn shoot without knowing what it’s like, to kiss you,” he blurts out. 

His honesty would be refreshing, if it didn’t have desire coursing through your veins like a wildfire. You’re inclined to say to hell with dinner; you’ll take him back to your apartment at this very moment. All he has to do is say the word.

But you kind of want to see where this goes.

“Okay,” you’re saying before you can chicken out. “Alright.” 

Okay to dinner. Alright to trying this whatever-it-is in order. 

Yuki looks like he’s fighting back a grin. You privately concede that he is better-looking than the other drivers who have modeled for you. Or at least he is in this moment, with his mussed hair and his futile attempt to not look happy. 

He leans back in like he physically can’t help it. This time, his kiss is a lot less heated. It’s more appreciative, a wordless thank you. You relish in it, in the knowledge that you might have more after tonight’s date. 

“Hadjar canceling is the best thing ever,” he mumbles against your lips, and you have to give it to Yuki.

This whole thing is nothing short of a goddamn miracle. ⛐

yukitsunoda0511 • 22m ♫ Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing

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[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Arcane High school AU Jinx x female!reader

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Jinx

"You got the stuff?"

"Yes, dumbass, when do I not?" My hand dives into my pocket. Out comes the 5g of Mary Jane.

"Now this? This is quality. High-end." I waggle the bag. "Don't waste it. Got it?"

Today's buyer nods. He's a boy, tall enough, with the kind of face that might make him passable to get with. He's definitely, probably, bought the weed hoping to get into some druggie girl's pants.

"$20." I hold my hand out.

Cue the grumbling. Expletives.

But hey, there it is—the crisp twenty, right in my palm.

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" I grin, pocketing the money as the boy walks away with a newfound swagger in his step.

Dealing’s not hard—not for me, at least. Dear old Dad supplies the goods: weed, ecstasy, coke, sometimes mushrooms. I supply the school. Easy. Weed’s the favorite, though. Always weed.

Then—ugh. That sound.

Click. Click.

Mary Janes.

I grimace.

And there she is. Little Miss Expert Saboteur. Brows furrowed. Lips tight. Clipboard ready.

"Ah, toots." I peel myself off the wall, sauntering over. "Come to ruin my fun again?"

"Dealing contraband is forbidden on school grounds," Y/N has to push the words out It looks like it hurts her to even utter the word contraband.

I clutch my chest, gasp. "Oh no! A crime! A horrific, terrible crime!" I stagger back, mocking it up real big. "Lock me away forever, toots!"

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

She scribbles on that stupid clipboard, eyes all slitty.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," I sneer, stepping closer. "Writing me up, huh?"

"Knock it off, Jinx," she snaps.

I raise my hands. Innocent. Halo practically glowing. "What? I didn’t mean to offend Little Miss Brown Nose."

Clipboard. Thrown. Smack.

And she’s off. Stiff-backed. Nose high.

I pick up the clipboard. Flip it open.

"Jinx, dealing pot on school grounds again. Issue: week detention."

I snort. Same old crap. She’s such a kiss ass.

Me and her? History. Friends once. Used to be. Past tense. Before she became this tight-ass snob. Okay, fine—maybe part of it’s on me. Messed-up kid. Scary. Whatever. But the kicker? Silco takes me in, and just like that—childhood, fairy tales, besties—splat.

I chuck the clipboard into the trash and light it up.

Flick. Flame.

The fire snaps to life, chomping through her pathetic little notes like it’s starving.

I watch, arms folded, leaning back, enjoying the show. A grin creeps onto my face, sharp and hungry.

The flames crackle, roaring as they climb up the sides of the trash can. The heat bites at my skin, but I don't flinch.

And then—BOOM.

The trash can goes off like a cheap firecracker, bursting with a loud pop. I grin at the sight.

Her precious clipboard? Allllll gone.

"Oopsie,"

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Y/N

Gosh, gosh, gosh!

She just has to mess up everything all the time. And she just had to keep the clipboard, god knows what shes done to it, probably discovered a way to it into some kind of powder to snort.

And why on earth did she have to taint the school with her sketchy little deals, is it that hard to refrain from drug dealing on school property, apparently for Jinx its a severe struggle.

Gosh and to think i'd once associated myself with her, well... she was different then, less... deranged. She was Powder, but anyone with half a braincell could see the foundations of Jinx, the outbursts, the meltdowns... it was only a matter of time before she cracked... i just wished it was later rather than sooner i just wanted more time.

I slam the locker shut, hard enough to make it rattle. Ugh, why was I even thinking about her? Like, seriously, what is wrong with me? A fixation? Gross. Absolutely disgusting. I yank at the buttons on my shirt, finally grabbing my cheerleading top and shimmying into it.

"Whats going on with you today?" Mel nudges me making me jump. “You missed Caitlyn’s romantic musings. Again. Which as trivial as they are you seem to love.”

Caitlyn huffs, "They're not trivial... just why cupcake why does she persist with that damn name, but that's beside the point... what's going on with you, you've been blanking out."

"No, no, I'm fine, probably PMSing is all." I deflect leaning against the locker.

Mel, Caitlyn, and I have been tight since freshman year. Well, me and Caitlyn long before that. Her parents—the Kirammans—are, like, dripping in generational wealth. Private tutors, fancy everything, the whole deal. Then, because Caitlyn absolutely insisted, they finally caved and let her go to public school.

After the whole disaster with Pow—no, Jinx—we kind of just... found each other. Both of us needed normal, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Mel's a senior, a year above us, but when we showed up at Piltover Community three years ago, she just... adopted us to put it simply. She’s a Medarda—her family owns part of the trust that funds the school. Everyone kisses her feet. Head of student council, Model UN, you name it.

Cheerleading practice goes by without anymore qualms until... Water’s spraying from the celling everywhere, that damn beeping piercing everyone's ears — the fire alarm. It’s not a drill. Cait and I would've been told, Mel would've given us the heads up.

But I know exactly who it is. Blue braids trailing behind a certain figure slipping out of the gym. She spots me instantly, turns around, and—the audacity—winks at me.

Jinx

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: hey this is my first fanfiction on Tumblr, hope you like it :) please like and reblog!

[shimmerandink]

3 AM Shenanigans

Jinx x Gn! Reader

Fluff

Tags: Jinx x gn reader, one-shot, mention of exposives, sfw

Summary: Jinx wakes you up at 3 AM with a wild idea, zero regard for sleep, and a handful of homemade explosives. Saying no was never an option.

Masterlist

The soft hum of Zaun’s neon lights filters through your window, casting streaks of electric blue and violet across the ceiling. The city never truly sleeps, but you do, or at least, you try to. Wrapped in a warm blanket, the weight of exhaustion drapes over you like a second skin, lulling you into the kind of half-sleep where the world feels distant, blurry, unreal.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The entire door shudders under the force of frantic knocking.

"Hey, hey, wake up! Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n’ BAKIE!"

Your body jolts at the sudden noise, heart skipping a beat before frustration catches up. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know who it is.

"C’mon, open up! I got somethin’ reeeeally important to tell ya!"

You groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow. "Jinx… it's—" You peel one eye open, squinting at the dim red numbers on the clock. 3:17 AM.

Before you can process another thought, the door swings open, of course, she picked the lock, and in bursts Jinx, barefoot and buzzing with energy. Her wild blue braids are slightly disheveled, sticking out in odd places, and she’s still wearing her usual mismatched layers, a telltale sign that she hasn't even considered sleeping.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking-‘"Jinx, why are you breaking into my room in the middle of the night? I need sleep like a normal human being!’—but hear me out!" She claps her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

You roll over with a groggy sigh. “Jinx… what could possibly be so important right now?”

Her grin widens. That manic, mischievous sparkle in her eyes tells you you’re about to regret asking.

"BoomBugs!" she exclaims, yanking a handful of tiny, blinking devices from her pockets. They look like little mechanical fireflies, small, round, and covered in intricate gears and glowing filaments.

You blink. “BoomBugs?”

"Homemade firecrackers, but like, way cooler. Way more explode-y! They go zap, pow, boom, like, real chaotic stuff." She wiggles her fingers excitedly. "Buuuut I need someone to help me test ‘em. Y'know, in case I, uh, accidentally make them too powerful. Or not powerful enough. Or set something on fire. You in?"

You stare at her for a long moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in. Here you are, barely functioning, while Jinx is in full-blown manic scientist mode, asking you to play assistant in one of her late-night chaos experiments.

“…Jinx,” you say slowly. “Are you seriously asking me to get up, in the middle of the night, to go blow stuff up?”

She tilts her head, considering for a second. Then she beams. “Yup!”

You groan, flopping back onto the mattress. “No. Absolutely not. I like having all my limbs.”

Jinx gasps, dramatically clutching her chest like you just stabbed her. "Wow, okay, betrayal much? You’d really leave me out here, all alone, to test potentially volatile explosives by myself? What if something bad happens, huh? What if I blow off a finger? Or two?"

You squint at her. “…You’d love that, and you know it.”

"Yeah, but that’s beside the point!" She throws herself onto your bed, practically on top of you, her cold fingers poking your cheek. "C’moooon, pleeeaaase? It'll be funnnn. Just one little test! Or five. Or like, a dozen. I promise you’ll be back before sunrise!"

You groan again, but you know it’s useless. The second she decided you were part of this scheme, your fate was sealed. If you don’t go willingly, she’ll just annoy you until you cave anyway.

With a long, suffering sigh, you shove the blanket off and sit up. "Fine. But if I die, I’m haunting you.”

"Deal!" Jinx chirps, immediately grabbing your hand and yanking you toward the door.

And just like that, sleep is no longer an option.

[rheitais]

Dp x Dc Prompt - Haunted Class of '06

Tim, Jason and Duke were sent out to investigate an old abandoned building on the edges of Gotham. Oracle kept getting reports on the cult-like activity coming from the building.

The first report was when teens were spotted near the entrance, the witness didn't think much of it until they could hear chirps and firecrackers coming from both the teens and inside the building. The second report was when cloaked figures were spotted leaving and entrancing the building really late at night, that witness could have sworn that the cloaked figures called themselves witches.

The final report was from a police officer that finally went to investigate the building, he went inside only to find two boys who looked identical standing in the middle of a circle. When they started floating the officer looked up to see a bunch of grins and eyes watching him almost as if they were waiting for a sacrifice.

Gordon did the smart thing and left the case to the Bats. So here is Tim, Duke and Jason standing in an abandoned building close to midnight. Duke would normally be asleep but they wanted to be safe and have the Meta with them. Duke pointed to a slight crack that admitted a low green light from underneath.

Finding their way through the building, leading to them making their way underground. The building felt less abandoned and more alive going further down. Tim pointed out that the layout never mentioned the underground being that deep. They made it to a door and could hear faint whispers and laughter, of children?

They opened the door to find over 20 teens in a large room. It almost looked like a giant sleepover if not for the one adult passed out in the corner, 3 teens were drawing on his face. When they heard a thud from the door hitting the wall they snapped from their places to see the 3 vigilantes staring back.

"Damn it Fenton you just had to jinx us."

[Masterpost]

[tart-sakuran]

BIRTHDAY ART YAY

This is inspired by CSM end 4 with Pawaaa

#jinx

[clockworksoulx]

Dragon-rider Au because dragons make everything better,

Jinx' dragon is named Firecracker and he's inspired by fishbones and crows.

Ekko's dragon is named Fireflight she's inspired by the firelight bugs and Ekko's mask!

[vendetta-if]

Hi! Sorry if you've already answered this but what does each RO feel and think about MC path of either Justice or Revenge? (Heir path)

(Love to see what everyone else thinks as well)

I'm just curious to know what Rin truly thinks about MC going for revenge, because I feel like he's a bit reluctant? But also, an heir to a crime family going for justice? (Giving him over to the police after getting enough evidence to convict him) I can't really see him approve that, either.

I'm also curious of what their "preferred" heir MC is, Ruthless or Merciful, admired or feared etc.

Am definitely curious to know how that affects Ash as well. I love my little psycho MC (Definitely some Jinx vibes going on there) but then I get concerned and worried when I see Ash being like "Whoa, so cool! Never seen a body rain blood before, awesome! Whoo, murder! 🥳"

Then i'm like "Wait... No, this is bad Ash, BAD! Blood rain isn't awesome! It's horrifying! It's literally what happens in the APOCALYPSE! That's it, we're going to have a long talk when we get home about Wrong and Right!"

...then later when she gets her birthday present she'll giddily ask Luka if she can try torturing him too 😭

I feel so conflicted when Ash asks MC about what she will do with the killer... Then says what he wants, which is exactly the same, so I can't really tell him not to do the same... But it makes me so concerned every time, and guilty.

I don't want to bring my sweet, beloved firecracker down and even darker path than the one we're already on 😭

Ash and Rin prefer revenge to justice (letting the justice system do what it was supposed to do a long time ago). Probably because of the families and environment that they’re both raised and live in, they believe retaliation against such personal slight should be taken into their own hands.

However, whereas Ash’s revenge might be explosive and impulsive as they chase the quickest way to personally get their hands on the one who wronged them, Rin’s revenge is cold and calculating.

It’s full of reckoning, scheming, and pulling of strings behind the scenes and they’re content to let others to do the dirty work. They don’t really care about seeing the one who wronged them face-to-face and kill them with their own hands like Ash does.

That doesn’t make their revenge less personal though, and dare I say, sometimes, their revenge ends up being more drawn-out and torturous for the poor schmuck. The true definition of “revenge is a dish best served cold”.

And Rin does prefer Ruthless MC in the sense that they both have a more similar mindset. Of course, they’ll still love Merciful MC the same, but being with such kind MC makes them highly protective of them since they don’t want to see them get hurt or taken advantage of.

They’ll do whatever it takes to keep MC safe behind MC’s back, doing the necessary things that Merciful MC might not have the heart to do themself. Same thing with Ash as well, which is why in the Ash/MC/Rin poly, Ash and Rin will actually become really close and trusted confidantes of each other because they—almost all of the time—have the same mindset and overarching goal.

Santana and Skylar, of course, prefer justice and letting the right people dispense due punishment. Although, a more cynical Santana might not be too opposed to MC having revenge as well since they’ve seen firsthand how corrupt and sometimes incompetent the system is; they can’t really blame MC and the Morozovs to want to take matters into their own hands.

And as for your last sentence about Ash… 🥺 They’ll gladly walk with MC down a darker path. They actually feel they are already walking down that path a long time ago, especially since they accepted working as the Family’s enforcer… 😥

[weepingchronicles]

Hii!! I am the same annon who requested the yan!Jinx with a darling on hunger strike. I saw that I am allowed to make more requests.

First of all I'd like to say that I LOVED the hc u made!

Second of all, if its not too much trouble, could I pretty please with cherry on top request a yan! Jinx with a fem or afab darling who got her/their period(whatever pronouns you are more comfortable with)(bacically due to stress of the abduction she didnt get her period for a while and now it finally came).

Also, do Arcane ladies even her periods? Like- idk how to explain it but I dont get the vibe they would??? Does it make sense???(as somebody who is on her period, I would be so jealous if they didnt. If they did, then I feel pity bc...where do they get pads in the under ground to begin with??)

Anyways, I am really sorry if this is too long ot counts as spam and if you dont feel comfy about writting about this topic, please ignore it!!

Have a wonderfull day and make sure to drink enough water!

a/n: hello! i am so glad you liked it! ♡ thank you for requesting as well! don't worry, this isn't spam. i am just glad you enjoy my writing. this is also written from my own experience with periods since i am afab. i chose to do afab reader since not only women have periods and i want all to feel represented !! although i can not write for someone else's personal expression for obvious reasons. thank you for all the support!

cw: period, yandere behavior, past abduction/kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?)

❝yandere!jinx x afab!reader getting their period❞

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 The thought that you hadn't gotten your period in several months hadn't even occurred to you. The stress and entire adjustment period had kept your mind pretty much occupied. Dealing with Jinx's schizophrenic ass and ideas of escape had filled most of your thoughts. Your last wouldn't have even been your goddamn period!

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But here you were, dealing with cramps and feeling groggy as hell. Your depression had already been bad enough after you were kidnapped but now it feels like hell. All you want is to hide in your bed and forget the world. The world? Sure, but you can't forget Jinx.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 You knew eventually you had to tell Jinx, she would understand but the idea of discussing your period with your captor.. just feels wrong. Perhaps it was because you didn't want to come to terms that you've been here for nearly a year. The idea of sharing this vulnerable side of yourself felt too awful to bear.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But it was futile.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Soon enough Jinx comes skipping, yapping about something crazy that happened while she was out in the city. Almost bragging that she could freely roam outside but you couldn't.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She almost didn't notice your silent lackluster attitude. To be fair, ever since you've been taken you hardly wanted to talk much and Jinx didn't seem to mind that.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "What's up with you, firecracker? Got your period?" She laughs at her own joke, throwing her head back until she looks back at you, your deadpan face telling her it was indeed your period.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Oh." Her tone and face immediately softens with sympathy and she sits down beside you, throwing her weapon out of the way.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Do you, erm, need anything?" It almost feels better seeing that Jinx is as uncomfortable with this situation as you are. Maybe more. She wasn't the most caretaking nurturing type, but when you needed something she was happy to supply.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Well, my cramps are really awful and I feel exhausted."

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She nods, suddenly running circles around her hideout as she gathers supplies for you. She comes back carrying a bunch of blankets and a hot water bottle for your stomach. She dumps it all on the bed.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Need anything else?" She asks, it amused you to some extent to see her running around, collecting and doing anything for you.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Some food would be nice," her eyes widen and she darts in the other direction, after awhile coming back with a bowl of soup in her hands. You don't think you've seen her be this gentle before.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 After some pampering and warm soup filling your belly you feel a lot better than you were before. Somehow through it all, Jinx manages to curl up beside you, her lithe form strewn over you like a human blanket. It was funny as she snored and her blue hairs hung in front of her face.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Perhaps this wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be.

artist credits: @/iwantmoretime17 on instagram

[runes-menagerie]

Sevika had been watching the younger woman as much as possible since Silco's death. She hadn't been able to find the girl for a while but after that day in his old office and the fights after they had managed to somewhat bond. She still had issues with the loose canon but could set them aside since she could see how hard his loss had hit Jinx.

Then came Isha. Sevika had been skeptical at first but the kid had seemed to be helping to mellow Jinx out and the two had a good thing going. As much as Sevika wanted the younger woman to step up she could understand the fear of losing a good thing when you had it. Especially after just having lost so much. It was why when the rally went south and everyone was hauled off to Stillwater, Sevika went to Jinx first.

Now Sevika was questioning the wisdom of that choice since between the rescue and dealing with that monster Jinx seemed to have regressed. It probably wasn't the right choice but the slap was the only thing Sevika could think of to stop the woman's spiral.

"Yeah kid, you did. Now, what will you do about it?" Sevika asked calmly while reaching out to rest a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder. "Listen Jinx. I can't know what's going on in that head of yours unless you talk to me. I'm not Silco but I am here for you. Whatever happened in Stillwater clearly hit you hard so start talking Firecracker."

“Are you okay?” Sevika ( @runes-menagerie)

Ever since taking in Isha, things appeared to be better for Jinx mentally and for the most part it was true. Having Isha there, was like having a rock firmly hold her in place. While could never fill the void that Silco's death had left, Isha was lodged into her own little space in heart. This child, had given her a new purpose, a direction when she found herself lost in grief. Just as she had been for Silco, in her own way.

It was because of this little girl that she was able to control her grief, to finally be happy again. However, for a time there was a worry that she would lose that. The moment Isha and the others had been taken to Stillwater, a panic had arisen, back with a vengeance. Only it was kept a bay knowing that first she had to save her.

What she had not expected when playing he savior, was to encounter the one person she had thought she'd lost. Vander. A man whom she had grown up with before the day of the attack on the bridge, but also the man who left with her sister while he abandoned her.

'You know, we aren't the ones who abandoned you. You and Silco abandoned us.' Vi's voice in her head made he triumphant return after a year of silence. Ever since being drowned by Silco's. She could feel a ghost of a hand push through her shoulder as if poking her. 'And now Vander is back and he barely remembers you. You should have let him kill you. It would poetic justice'

"You're wrong, that monster wasn't Vander." Jinx said frantically, a little louder than she was aware. It was enough to awaken a sleeping Isha who made her way to the now trembling Jinx. She did not see Isha eyeing an approaching Sevika with concern either. Instead she was too busy pressing her fists to her head, and curling up in her chair. "He took you from me and you left! You moved on! You left me with nothing!"

Even the presence of Isha's hand on hers didn't snap her out of it as she instinctually backed away from the touch. In fact for a second it she'd seen Vi's hand, causing her eyes to go bright as she used her speed to move towards a nearby, but safe, wall. 'You can't hide from this, Powder. You can't hide from anything anymore.'

"Leave me alone! I'll freaking kill you, and what's left of Vander!" Was the last thing Jinx said before she felt a slap, like being hit by brick. Now that brought her back to reality, especially when it was Sevika in front of her. "Sevika....?" She turned her head to see Isha, with a small bruise on her hand. "I hurt Isha.....because of vi..."