#i was just in the steb tag looking for steb nation :(

[peskypixel]

erm what the scallop. the entire account is just stolen art with the link the some scuffed news/shock site. guards seize them!!

[yourstrullyme]

not to be weird or anything (I will proceed to be extremely weird) but uh I saw some random tags on on a post that you reblogged and now I really need you to write a fic where Cait goes looking for Jinx and finds her and yells at her to go talk to her sister okay bye

LMAO no need to apologize we embrace weird in this house

ooh man i need that fic too lol but rn i dont think i can do much im a bit busy with life but i can offer an idea of what it would look like under the cut maybe?

so like i picture it being like a few years maybe, and maybe vi's okay with it, but Cait isn't, because Cait is sure Jinx didn't die. she gets the fish guy (i think his name was steb?) to help and at first its a pretty intense search, but then it dwindles and eventually they just keep an eye out for weird stuff like maybe there's a new mechanic in some far away city that's just praised for their genius, or maybe there's a new weapon that's making some other nation's army the winner of every battle, y'know? just stuff that screams jinx was here.

and to be honest she's sort of lost hope too? like she's had her moments of rage against jinx because how could you do this to her? how could you leave her? how could you do all this and then leave? why did you survive but not stay? but also she's had time to think, to understand.

She talks to ekko about it. not that she thinks jinx is alive, no. just like vi, ekko's had enough. he tried mourning her, going through the steps, trying to find some closure, but the pain just wont leave. so he works on keeping her memory alive and in doing so deals with his regrets and mistakes in his own way. but she talks to him about her, too. just, jinx. who she was, how wrong cait was about some things, how right she was about others. her regrets, too. ekko can empathize. he also gave up on her.

so one morning when steb tells her there's been a sighting cait's just eating breakfast with vi and they're laughing about the toast vi likes to make - a mixture of butter, marmalade and avocados (idk what kind of shit they eat for breakfast in piltover sue me) - so she doesn't really register steb's interruption until vi asks about it and steb looks worried between the two. cait doesn't lie, vi would be able to tell anyways and then she'd just be hurt. no, she simply says its work and leaves. it technically is. jinx is still a wanted person in piltover, technically.

she takes an airship to a city she's never visited before. it looks like the perfect mixture between piltover and zaun. there are no great buildings or statues, no grand bridges over polluted waters; but also no trash-infested streets, no beggars in corners, no policemen abusing children.

steb's 'sighting' was actually a news outlet informing its readers that a new form of long-range transportation was being worked on after a woman had invented a seemingly 'totally efficient' battery - no loss of energy of any kind. steb was sure it had to be her. caitlyn not so much. not because it didn't match - it did. more so because of a loss of hope but rather a fantasy she'd been having for a while now. jinx, out and about, maybe on a market or just strolling through a city, happy.

she reaches the address steb gave her and finds a small bar and, immediately, she knows she's found the right place.

'the last drop' reads the sign over the door. caitlyn clenches her jaw, suddenly alert. the fantasy that had become jinx over the years is suddenly overcome by the memories of her. what if all cait'd thought was just a way for her to cope? what if jinx is still...jinx? what if she still hates her? caitlyn vaguely wishes she'd brought her gun, but it's no use. she's here now and, whoever jinx has turned into, she hopes is willing to, at least, talk.

it's the middle of the day so, rightfully so, the place is empty when she goes in. only a singular lonely figure stands there, at the bar, drying glassware as she hums along to the song on the jukebox.

"Jinx,"