#isha’s doll

[knight-says-pow]

Bunny Isha Bunny Isha Bunny Isha Bunny Isha Bunny Isha Bunny Isha Bun-

This is killing me.

Rabbits don’t have functional vocal cords.

They have them! But they cannot make any significant or distinct sound with them. Rabbits can only really make noise two ways, with their teeth or with air.

Sometimes, this means snorting air through their nose, which is very situational and can mean happy or upset, which confuses most people who aren’t used to understanding them. These noises are much like grunts or hums.

Sometimes, it means forcing all of the air out of their lungs, all at once, with so much force that it sounds like a scream. They do this when they are terrified. When they aren’t sure what’s happening and might die.

Isha screams before/during her first meeting with Jinx, when she is falling off that ledge. She does not scream again. As long as Jinx is there she does not scream again. She doesn’t even scream when she’s jumping in the way of Vi during the first fight, because Jinx is there, because as long as Jinx is there she isn’t scared.

Isha only screams, for what is the second time ever, when she is being taken away from Jinx. During the jailbreak when Sevika is taking her to safety. When she sees Jinx in danger with no back up. When she is facing the risk of losing Jinx forever. When she cannot feel safe, despite Sevika having her, because Jinx isn’t there.

She is reunited with Jinx and she does not scream again for the entire remainder of her screen time. Not when Warwick shows up all bloodcrazed. Not when the fighting in the commune starts. Not a single time ever again. Because Jinx is there. She does not scream when she grabs the gun because even though she knows she’s going to die, even as she is facing the end of her life, she isn’t scared. Because Jinx is there, she dies silently, feeling safe and confident.

Anyway isn’t it also so fun how Jinx gave the doll blue hair instead of her natural brown? That’s so cute <3 it’s what Isha would have wanted

(Full figure image below the cut for context)

[eriochromatic]

you're not alone, look at my shadow I'm behind you like a ghost

[huachei]

　 🎀　 ⸝⸝ ☆ ͡ ݂ ۫ 　✿

　 📜　 ⸝⸝ ☆ ͡ ݂ ۫ 　✿

[fgfirenation]

Did anyone notice that during Jinx' entrance in episode 9, season 2, she was sitting in the same Jinx chair from the dinner table scene in the last episode of the first season?

I had to watch the episode again to catch this detail.

Also, this detail as well ( It was probably too obvious, but I wanted to point it out. ) :

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[newtxoxo]

Opening commissions today

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[theitdolls]

[mettywiththenotes]

I'm just realizing Claggor AND Mylo's dolls are up there. Thinking about Jinx putting Vi's rabbit with her, hanging up Claggor but also actually carrying Mylo's puppet up there and perching him near her

Every time we've seen the dolls, they've been in Jinx's dark hideout, in her horrible triggering episodes, and now they are joining her in the light, in her hero moment. They were there each time Jinx confronted her past (using the crystals for the first time, the dinner with Vi and Silco etc) and this feels like another part of that, what with her and Ekko (an old childhood friend) teaming up and choosing to fight by Vi's side again

More small details I missed before: She's sitting on her Jinx chair

Isha's bunny ears have been spray painted on the side, as well as the designs she had on her goggles

The propellers underneath have both Jinx and Ekko's symbols painted onto them

It's such a shame we didn't get to see at least a montage of Ekko and Jinx's talk, rallying the undercity and building the ship. So much happened and it would have been amazing to see it and see Jinx picking the parts of herself back up

[iwashie]

Sevika Headcanons

She almost never touches you with her mechanical arm, she always holds you with her human arm or takes off the prosthesis. When you two walk down the street, she leaves her mechanical arm on the opposite side of your body.

Doesn't care about age, height or weight

She loves you all, all your body, but she has a weak spot for your ass. It's the way it jingles when she slaps it or the way it sways when you walk...

She's a dom top, but when the day was rough, she maybe will let you take control, always holding and guiding your head

Calls you "girl, doll, my girl," or "woman" and loves when you call her "vika, baby," will go crazy when you tease her and calls her "mommy"

Trusts you and lets you wander around the bar and go out with friends, but always keep an eye in case some stupid man tries something

"Wear whatever you want, doll. I know how to fight"

Always has you sitting on her lap during night games at the bar, her human arm caressing your thighs, and loves seeing you dancing

Always kisses you holding your neck and waist, devouring your moans and leaving your breathless

Always go down on you, and she eats you out like she's been starving all day, shoving her face in your pussy and gulping your juice, always makes you cum a first time on her tongue or fingers

SHE ALWAYS KISSES YOU AFTER EATING YOU OUT

Likes cowgirl, reverse cowgirl or doggy, and always chokes you during it, points if you cry in pleasure

Is the bigger spoon, and also likes to crush on top of you.

She lets you tangle your limbs on hers when sleeping and always has her human hand around your waist or holding some parts of your body

Likes when you visit her on the office and let's you sleep on the couch

She, somehow, is always attracted to energetic people, so she'll always let a sigh out but will smile seeing you all energetic

She secretly likes to see you, Jinx and Isha acting like a family, the golden retriever trio tiring she out

She feels so warm and happy seeing you taking care of Isha and Jinx, imagining forming a family with you

Didn't correct Jinx when she said that you four were a family, duh

She learned how to handle her mechanical arm and other stuff but loves when you help her or ask how to do something to help her

Her mechanical arm always hurts her, so she loves it when you give a massage that turns out in a make-out session on her lap

You don't need to know how to fight, she'll do it for you, but loves to see you defending yourself

Always make sure you're okay, have enough sleep or food, but always forget about herself so fucking loves when you bring her food o let's her take a nap cuddling you

Don't tell you about her day, to not worry you, so always ask about your day. She always glares at Jinx when she tells the truth

Always responds to your requests, so Jix and Isha are always having breakfast and dinner with you two

Jinx cut her hair and kinda messed up, but you assured her that she's fine, hot as hell, and the piercing idea was yours...

When she has to leave first, she always kisses you goodbye and always gives in when you say "more 5 minutes, baby..."

She's definitely proposing to you, but is regretting asking Jinx for help...

@iwashie 2025 please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[sunflowerwinds]

sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: vi has crept up into your mind and is keeping put so to try to relieve some of that bubbling crush energy, you bake her some protein muffins. after delivering them to her, she invites you to isha’s birthday party. meeting her entire family is nerve wracking but you’re welcome with open arms.

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is an actual sweetheart, MY family (vander, isha, ekko, jinx, & sevika mentions), fluff and flirty tension, kind of slowburn but not really.

word count: 5.5K

a/n: what do y’all think of my new pfp?😝 i’m so glad everyone has enjoyed that first part of this little series. the overwhelming amount of support has touched my heart, i’m so sorry this took two weeks to come out i will try and be faster with the next part <3 & would 3 parts be too short? lmk in the replies!

— TWO

Making protein muffins was harder than you thought.

You had tried out multiple recipes with different flavors within the span of two days and it was driving your grandmother and your sister up the wall. Her kitchen now smelled like a mixture of all the different scents that were giving her a headache.

They were either dry, not enough flavor, too dense, not fluffy, too strong, etc. The list went on. But finally, on the third day of anxiously cooking, you perfected a beautiful and delicious batch of pumpkin muffins with a few blots of chocolate chips.

Ever since you found out that Vi worked at a kickboxing studio, it sparked an idea in your brain. You could bake some protein muffins to give her. Worried she wouldn’t like them, you double checked with her. You open your text thread with Vi, grinning at the last message she had sent you of the actual address of the studio so that you wouldn’t get lost.

Anxiously tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you stare at the sign above the studio with hesitation. You had done yourself up a bit; just a tad. Okay, a little more than a tad.

This was Vi’s first time seeing you outside of work and you wanted to make a better impression than messily tossed up hair and bundled up layered outfits. You sported a mini black skirt with a pair of opaque tights with an over the shoulder cherry red sweater, your hair left in its natural state. You stare at the black marker writing of Vi’s name on the box in the passenger's seat of your car.

Would she think you were trying too hard?

No, no, no overthinking, you scold yourself. You tug down your sun visor on your driver’s side to double check your makeup before grabbing your purse and the box of muffins for Vi. You open your driver's side to step out onto the gravel parking lot, sucking in a deep breath to calm your nerves as you tug on the cold handle to the door of the studio.

The moment you stepped into the dim lit area, you spotted Vi almost immediately. A black compression athletic tank hugged her upper body, showing off her muscular upper body. Her bandaged hands were landing blows to a punching bag hanging from the ceiling. The sound of her soft grunts and the clinking of the chain holding it up the heavy vinyl bag echoed within the space.

You stand at the edge of the large mat covering the area, unknowingly frozen in place at the sight of Vi’s veins popping out of her biceps with each punch she was throwing. You snap out of it when you realize how long you might’ve been standing there for, clearing your throat and shaking your head at how embarrassing that was.

“Vi, hi!” You wave from across the rubber gym tiles at her panting figure, a bright smile on your face.

Vi lowers her balled up wrapped fists that had been previously punching the bag to wave back at you, a smile creeping onto her lips at the sight of you holding the little tray of homemade treats. You looked like a doll out of place in this sweat-ridden studio in your adorably cozy outfit.

Vi made her way over to where you stood at the edge of the mat, eyes panning up and down as subtly as possible. Seeing her outfit up close caused a heat to tickle the tips of your ears. You swore you could see her abs through the material.

“Hey, cupcake. Those for me?”

“Yep! Thought I’d drop them off before I… head out.” You cleared your throat, nervously smiling at her as you fiddled with the cardboard of the box you had bought for this.

Vi grabs a small towel from a foldable chair where parents would sit through classes to wipe over the back of her sweat-ridden neck. She was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating from her skin. You couldn’t tell if you were staring at her as obviously as you thought. Worried you were going to seem like an absolute creep, your eyes blink as they focus on her face.

“Yeah? You have plans today?” Vi hangs the towel around her neck, crossing her arms over her chest.

The movement caused your eyes to flicker down to the protruding muscle. You were sure this time you were staring as her dark tattoos were glistening underneath the thin layer of moisture from her workout. God, you could hear your grandma now teasing you for getting distracted by muscles of all things.

“I mean I’m just going to the grocery store. Need a few more things for Isha’s cake.” You nod to confirm, flickering your eyes back up to hers.

They were somehow even more captivating than her biceps. Her lips twitch into a small grin, nodding slowly.

“The people at the store are very lucky.”

You couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto your lips.

“Shut up,” you look around at the equipment and trophies around the room to try and hide the heat that was undoubtedly forming on your cheeks. “Were you just working out here? Or did you have a class?”

“Yeah, I had a class earlier but it was for mostly 6 to 8 year olds so they didn’t beat me up too bad this time,” Vi jokes as she reminds you of her injuries from the last time you saw her.

You chuckle as you can only imagine seeing Vi with a whole group of children, gently encouraging them to take hits at her. Oh, your heart skipped at the thought.

“Yeah, I mean you look good now.” You blurt out without thinking.

Taking way too long to realize what had stumbled out of your mouth, Vi’s brows raise at your words as the faintest of smirks forms on her lips.

“Yeah?”

Your eyes flicker up to hers, self-consciousness washing over you once that realization sets in. Your mouth opens as you grip the box as some sort of comfort to ease the humiliation creeping up your neck.

“Not that you don’t look good all the time because you–you do! I mean, I don’t see you everyday but I’m sure you do,” you try and recover, voice becoming softer as you trail off.

Vi unfolded her arms from her chest to reach forward to rest them on your shoulders, faintly chuckling at your panic. “Cupcake, relax. I knew what you meant.”

You suck in a deep breath at her touch but you mask it as attempting to calm down from your frantic words.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll just leave these with you now,” you pat the top of the box, looking into her eyes. “I’ll see you soon so you can pick up the cake at the shop?”

Vi nodded in agreement with the set plan, taking the box of muffins from your hands. You nearly frown at the loss of touch that was somehow burning onto your skin even though you were wearing a thicker sweater.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon but,” she clears her throat, moving the box to rest on one of her forearms as she brushes her front pieces of hair to the side. “Did you want to come to Isha’s birthday party?”

“Seriously?” Your smile widens.

Vi nods, eyes crinkling a bit from her smile matching your own.

“Are you sure?” You question, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. “It won’t be awkward not being family or anything?”

“No, I mean. It’s a small party but I think you’d have fun,” Vi shrugs her shoulders, suddenly becoming more sheepish. “Isha wants you there. Couldn’t stop talking about the nice bakery lady.”

“Just Isha?” You tilt your head, hopeful that she would give you the answer that you craved.

Vi taps on the box with a small smile. “I want you there, too.”

Oh, your gram would be jumping with glee seeing this interaction. Your face ignites a flame at her honesty, nodding with a beaming smile.

“I’ll be there. I’ll just bring the cake then.” You nod, pushing back flyways from your hair.

“Okay, good. I’ll text you the address, cupcake.”

You nod for what felt like the millionth time at the pink haired girl, taking a step back to try to force yourself to leave her warm presence.

“Okay and if you like those, uh, muffins, let me know if you want any other protein snacks. I like a good baking challenge.” You motion to the muffins.

Please say yes, you internally begged.

“I will. Though, I doubt I won’t like them if you’re the one baking them,” Vi assures your frantic mind.

You grin at her awkwardly, not knowing how to take these little flirty gestures she would throw at you. At least, you thought they were supposed to be flirty.

“Okay, okay,” you wave your hands, chuckling sheepishly to yourself as you realize you’ve probably overstayed your welcome. “I’ll leave you to… your boxing stuff.”

Vi chuckles at your wording, pointing to the clear door.

“Have fun shopping. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you, Vi.”

You felt like throwing up from your nerves.

You had texted Vi later that day after dropping off the muffins what you should wear so that you wouldn’t be either too overdressed or underdressed. It was a child's birthday party, for God’s sake but you still didn’t want to be too out of place especially around her family.

from vi ♥︎ | Do you have any options?

to vi ♥︎ | kind of? i have ideas of what i could wear but i’m stuck :/

from vi ♥︎ | Let me see and I’ll tell you what looks best!

You nearly dropped your phone on your face at the message. Standing up from your bed, you scurried to your closet to pick out two options as you didn’t want to bombard her with photos of yourself. You quickly change in your planned outfits minus the shoes, sending both of them to her. You were panting from how you switched from one to the next.

from vi ♥︎ | Fuck, you look good in both

from vi ♥︎ | I was expecting this to be an easier decision but you really just look good in either.

to vi ♥︎ | violet :(

Could she tell how flustered you were from behind the screen?

from vi ♥︎| I’m serious

from vi ♥︎ | But if you want me to choose, I’ll say the first one!

to vi ♥︎ | thank youuu! i was stressed about that lol

from vi ♥︎ | You’re going to be fine. I promise :)

to vi ♥︎ | really?

from vi ♥︎ | Yes. You’re the lady bringing the cake. No one can hate the lady bringing the cake, duh.

to vi ♥︎ | yeah, yeah, okay. i’ll relax now.

Now you were standing at the front door of the small suburban home in that very outfit that Vi had chosen; a white tee with an espresso brown cardigan over it and a pair of your favorite baggy dark wash jeans. Your hair was half-up, half-down and your cleanest pair of Docs. You rang the doorbell just a few seconds ago, patiently waiting for someone to answer the door.

If you held your breath, you could hear muffled footsteps approaching the wooden door. The sound of the locks unlatching signals you to straighten your back, preparing yourself for whoever was going to answer the door. The hinges creak as it swings open to reveal Vi, sporting a welcoming smile.

Similar to you, she was wearing a brown cut off sleeve top, a white tank top underneath the open torso portion and a pair of black jeans. You try not to read into the matching colors too much.

“Hi! I was so scared I got the wrong house,” you chuckle as you stare into her eyes.

“Nope, you got it. Everyone is in the back. Come on,” Vi reaches for your hand, tugging you through the small house halls.

You nearly drop the cake as you urge her to slow down, releasing soft chuckles at her eagerness. You glance around at the cozy walls of the home, catching a few glances at a few family photos hanging and set up on shelfs. You made a mental note to try and sneak inside to get a closer look at those.

You step through a white chipping back door, Vi guiding you to the birthday party set-up for the precious child. Green streamers hung on the wooden fence to appear as vines as a photo op and a foldable table that was filled with wrapped and bagged presents with Isha’s name in balloons with a few animal print ones surrounding the inflatable letters as music played from a speaker. It wasn’t the coldest day as it was nearing the end of November but there was a slight breeze and the sun was shining beautifully to really wrap up the sight of this unknown family.

You hold up the cake underneath the white box, subconsciously gripping onto Vi’s hand due to the anxiety swimming through your veins.

“Come on. I want you to meet everyone,” Vi insists, a charming smile on her face as she walks up to a group of people that were sitting at a round table that had a jungle leaf tablecloth over it.

The whole table had cups of drinks in front of them, talking amongst each other with animated features.

“Hey guys,” Vi speaks up, her hand still holding yours gently.

A chorus of greetings overwhelms you in a good way as she goes around the table to name them off one by one.

“Okay, this is Jinx, my other sister,” she points to a pale skinned girl with two electric blue hip length braids, a few strands coming from the front to frame her face.

The girl smiles at you with kindness, eyes widening as she seems to realize who you are.

“You’re the bakery girl? That donut was delicious. I have full trust that the cake will be amazing,” Jinx nodded with a wink, leaning into the darker skinned boy next to her.

“That’s Ekko,” Vi chuckles as she points at white haired boy.

“Hi. Nice to meet you,” he grins at you, nodding his head at you to show his acknowledgement of you.

“Hi!” You reciprocate the gesture, looking at the more broad woman on the other side of him.

“And Sevika. Don’t let that mean face scare you. Just wait until Isha comes down from the bouncy house.” Vi gave your hand a squeeze, a teasing grin on her face.

Sevika huffs at the pink haired girl's words but manages to press a semi-warm smile on her face in your direction. You nod with a more timid ‘hi’ leaving your lips. You didn’t want to say it out loud but she scared you a bit.

Okay, she scared you a lot.

“I think my dad’s inside but I’ll go let Isha know you’re here. Be right back.” Vi, after what felt like ages, released your hand to walk over to the bouncy house that was filled with a few more kids around Isha’s age.

The second her warm palm left your own, a wave of alarm washed over your features now being left alone with people that were closest to her. You turn to the group with the calmest expression you could muster to attempt to hide how nerve-wracking this was for you.

“You can relax, you know,” Jinx was the first to speak, tilting her head at your tense figure. “Here. I can take the cake. I’ll put it in the fridge.”

She stood up, reaching her pale hands out to you to take the cardboard box from you. You thank her quietly as you allow her to relieve you of that worry, leaving you alone with Ekko and Sevika.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be awkward,” you shake your head, taking the seat opposite to Sevika to leave Jinx’s spot still open.

“Vi told us how nervous you were so we were kind of expecting it,” Ekko admits which makes you wince a bit. “But, hey, we could do some ice breakers? Tell us something that’ll ease the tension.”

You nod at Ekko’s offer, pondering for a moment as you pick out a random fact from the depths of your brain’s memory log.

“Oh, I went to the hospital when I was 7 because I swallowed my Polly Pocket’s purse because my grandma said I had ‘wanted to know what it tasted like’.” You offer, glancing between the two strangers in front of you.

Sevika raised one of her palms to cover her mouth like she was trying to hide her amusement from your sentence. Ekko’s eyes widened as he snorted back a laugh, causing you to proudly smile at yourself on succeeding on breaking the ice just a bit.

“Jinx nearly burned my hair off when we were kids. She was obsessed with making homemade bombs,” Ekko shared with you, pointing to a mark in his eyebrows. “I still can’t grow hair in this spot on my eyebrow because of it.”

“I got this scar from her kicking me in the face when she wouldn’t go to the dentist when she was 9,” Sevika pointed at her half an inch scar on her top lip with a shake of her head.

“Okay so what I’m hearing is to stay clear of Jinx,” you joke.

This seemed to ease the tension between you and the two completely, them nodding to confirm. Slowly but surely, everyone started sharing stories of their childhood as did you. You learned alot about Vi and her little family through these two, feeling more connected to them already. As you shared what your jobs were like, you feel a smaller frame tackle you from the side. You look down to see a head of wild bronze waves cling onto your arm.

It was undoubtedly Isha. Vi stood behind her with a sweet smile, folding her arms over her chest before she pats Ekko on the back as she sits herself down on the other side of you. You send her a quick glance, her brows raising as if to check up on you and you nod to assure her.

“Hey birthday girl,” you look down at her, golden eyes staring into yours.

She makes a delighted sound, snuggling more into you. You rub a hand over her back for a moment before raising your hands to sign that she looked cute, motioning to her adorable birthday sash and bunny ears over her black and white striped tee.

Signing right back to you with an elated smile, she says; ‘you look beautiful.’

Your heart tightens at her kind words, signing a ‘thank you’ before tugging her into a gentle embrace. Her back was a bit damp from what you assume is the sweat from jumping around in the bouncy castle.

“She’s excited for her cake,” Vi hums as she stares down at her sister with a teasing grin.

Isha nods enthusiastically at her words to confirm said excitement, looking over to Ekko and Sevika and signing something that you didn’t pick up due to her turning away from you. They both nod, eyes following over to Vi’s figure next to you with raised brows. You turn to look at Vi in confusion at the silent communication but choose to mind your own business as Vi’s cheeks seem to match her hair now. You didn’t want to embarrass her further.

“Alright, who’s hungry? The pizza’s here!” A deep English accent comes from behind the group, a burly yet kind looking man comes from the back door which you came from carrying five pizza boxes.

Jinx trails behind him with two bags of ice stacked on her own arms.

“You hungry, cupcake?” Vi places a hand on your shoulder, jerking her head over to the man.

You suck in a deep breath at her words, feeling Isha’s fingers wrap around your own that were resting in your lap. You were unbelievably hungry but knowing that this was going to be your first impression of Vi's father made your stomach churn, attempting to suppress your hunger.

But you push through.

“Yeah, I could eat,” you nod to confirm, turning your head to the side to give her a composed smile.

Sevika and Ekko followed you and Vi’s lead as you both stood up from your seats again to walk across the slightly overgrown grass, nearly tripping as a few more children passed by your hips and legs to run towards the table full of cardboard boxes of pizza.

“Hey, hey, slow down. One at a time,” the man told the group of kids, pointing at them to grab the disposable plates.

“Dad,” Vi called, taking your right hand once again while Isha still clung to your other.

“And who is this, Violet?” He questions his daughter as he places a slice on a child's plate in the line they formed.

“Hi!” You speak up before Vi could as you introduce yourself.

The man nods at your introduction, a friendly smile on his face as he plates another child’s plate. His eyes flicker to his eldest daughter with a raise of his brows before focusing his attention on you.

“Vander. Vi’s told me alot about you,” he states as he points to the pink haired girl standing next to you. “You’re the sweet lady who made Isha’s birthday cake. Got to say, I saw it in the fridge and it’s absolutely perfect. Thank you for doing that for her.”

You felt overwhelmed by the compliments from the man, strangely having the urge to hug him but only tighten your grip on Vi and Isha’s hands.

“Oh, it really was so much fun to make too. I don’t get a lot of cake orders so I was excited to test myself, I guess,” you assure the man of your adoration with the job.

“You work up an appetite baking? We’ve got some fine cuisine here,” his voice was playful as he motions to the greasy boxes.

You nod to confirm which resulted in a strong Dad-like laugh to leave Vanders’ throat before he raised a hand to clap on your shoulder, tugging you towards the boxes now that all of the children had gotten their own pizza slices. You release the two sister’s hands before looking up at the man.

The entirety of the birthday party quickly became a party game frenzy after everyone hounded down their greasy food. There was cup stacking; Vi won that one, pin the tail on the donkey; Isha won that, limbo; you almost broke your back trying to do that, etc. You saw a more eccentric and playful side of Vi, cursing her for being such a bright person around her family.

It made her all the more attractive.

When you ended up being her partner for the wheelbarrow race, you felt like a freak for those good few seconds where you were holding her legs up by her ankles so she could use her hands to ‘run’ across the grass. You kept your eyes straight forward for as long as possible.

They lingered a bit downward because why the hell did her ass look good in black jeans? You nearly won but Isha and one of their little cousins who had come to the party won that round due to you being… well, distracted for a moment. She stuck the middle finger up and stuck her tongue out at Vi quickly before Vander could see, causing you and Vi to gasp before she celebrated with her cousin again with a cheeky grin.

Your real enemy ended up being the three legged race. You and Vi’s hips were touching, arms interlocked as a bandana was being tied around your thighs to keep you from separating. You suck in a deep breath as Sevika tightens the fabric, patting the area to tell you two it was good.

“Good luck,” Sevika tells the two of you, standing back up to move on to Ekko and Jinx who were next in the lineup.

Vi grins at the elder, looking over at you as she brushes her hair out of face.

“Who do you think is going to win, huh?”

“I know you want me to say us but I have high hopes for Ekko and Jinx. She’s very scrappy,” you admit with a soft laugh, your hand twiddling with a loose fabric on your cardigan.

Vi nods slowly in agreement at your words.

“And Ekko?” She hums.

“He matches that,” you lean in closer before pulling back as the wind blows your hair a bit.

This Vi chuckles at, not denying that accusation. Vander moves to the front very end of the fence of the backyard, cupping his large hands around his mouth to shout the countdown.

“On your marks,” he yells, “get set.”

He pauses dramatically before raising his left hand upwards to mimic a flag and slam it back down before yelling out: “Go!”

You and Vi immediately start to move yourselves forward, Jinx whining that you two were cheating already. Vi’s hard bicep tug into your own as she tried to keep you two from tripping.

Isha and one of her cousins were catching up to you quickly, their little legs beating you. Some force was on your side that day as you had stepped forward with your free leg and rolled your ankle a bit on what felt like a toy.

It happened too fast for you to comprehend but you fell to the ground. You turned to your back side without thinking and nearly twisted your ankle doing so.

Vi’s hand attempts to grab your forearm but in doing so, falls over with you. Her body covers your own, her weight laying on top of your own. You groan at the impact hitting your stomach and chest, looking down at your legs to see that the fabric of the bandana had ripped which was what caused Vi’s body to be on you and not next. Her body shifts to lift her upper body up to relieve that ache in your chest.

Vi lifts her head to stare down at you with a concerned expression, hands on either side of your head.

“Shit, are you okay?”

You tilt your head down to how Vi’s hips were pressed into yours and look back up to stare into her twisted expression.

“Yeah, I’m… good,” you lied through your teeth as the back of your head was now throbbing.

Vi’s eyes were searching your own for any sort of discomfort. Your chests were centimeters apart as you breathed heavily to try and catch your breath, eyes boring into one another's. Suddenly, your head and backache were forgotten about. You swore for just a moment Vi’s eyes flickered down to your lips before pushing up off of you, grunting as she stood to her feet.

She brushed off her jeans before leaning forward to wrap her hand around your forearm to help you up and off the grass. You allow her to tug you upwards to your feet, avoiding her glaze like the plague.

“Ekko and Jinx take the cake!” You hear Vander start to clap, wincing out loud. “You two alright? Kind of got caught up in the competition for a moment there.”

“Fine, Dad,” Vi replies as she watches you brush off your own legs, sucking in a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“A little headache but I’ll survive, Vi.” You shake your head, brushing your hair out of your face with a lighthearted chuckle.

You two sadly couldn’t speak for longer as Vander announced it was time for cake. Vi’s hand lingered on your arm as she ushered the two of you to the set-up, watching as Jinx carefully came out with the lit birthday cake. Your eyes round with admiration at Isha scrambling to sit still in her chair as her big golden eyes widen as everyone starts to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.

Watching the scene unfold sent a bittersweet sense of comfort, remembering how you were once that small with a family like this. You hoped Isha could have this forever, security and love wrapped into one. If a tear left your eye, you’d disguise it as it being from the impact just a few moments ago.

The party died down slowly as adults and other family members came to pick up the other children that were at the function, getting pieces of the cake shoved into their palms that Vi had been praising since she took her first bite. Feeling like you had overstayed your welcome as the family was now gathered in the kitchen area to clean up, you quietly tell Vi that you should probably head home.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll walk you out,” Vi holds her finger up to Jinx, Ekko, Sevika, and Vander who were in the middle of a conversation.

“Aw, what? You have to go home already?” Jinx furrows her brows, huffing out a breath. “I didn’t even get to embarrass Vi in front of you yet.”

You chuckle at her words while Vi grumbles a sound of annoyance at her sister.

“I’m sure you’ll do it soon enough. And yeah, I got baking duties to tend to.”

“Well, I hope we get to see you more often and not just so you can bring us cake,” Jinx stepped forward to give you a quick hug.

You pat her back with a new sense of welcoming into Vi’s family, nodding in agreement with that statement. You say goodbye to everyone, making sure to sign Isha one more ‘Happy Birthday’ to which she signs back what you think is ‘Bye, pretty cake lady.’

As you walk down the halls to the front door, Vi questions: “What are you baking next?”

Catching you off guard, you ponder for a moment.

“Well, I’ve been dying to make some cinnamon rolls but kneading the dough can be tiring.” You huff as you watch Vi open the door for you, allowing you to step onto the gray concrete walkway that leads to the driveway. “Why?”

“Just… wondering.”

Then an idea sparks in your head as you lean against your car, turning to face Vi with a hesitant smile.

“Did you want to come over to mine to help me bake them?” You offer quickly before you could fumble and retract the statement.

Vi’s dark brows raise into her hairline at your invitation.

“You just want me to knead the dough, don’t you?” She teases.

You blow out a breath of air as you shrug your shoulders as if it wasn’t the first thing you thought of. “I mean, if you really want to. I wouldn’t mind it.”

Vi purses her lips as she nods, trying to repress her beaming smile. “Yes, I do want to.”

A sense of accomplishment washes over you at how you successfully made it through today without having any major screw-ups.

“I really had a good time today. I forgot how much fun birthday parties can be,” you grin sheepishly as you stand by your car, the sunset lighting up the side of your face beautifully.

Vi’s smile only grew at how stunning you looked.

“I told you that you would. You should come over more,” Vi shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head at you.

You hum with a playful smile as you bump your shoulder with hers. “So I can get multiple concussions? I don’t think so.”

“Well, I can promise I can try to prevent as many of those as possible.”

You chuckle out an ‘okay’ at her words, fiddling with your cardigan sleeve. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, the soft breeze sending shivers down your spine. Your bad habit of admiring her silently; nearly creepily hit you when you made eye contact with her, her brows raising at you challengingly.

“Right, yeah, so I’ll let you know when I have everything to make the cinnamon rolls,” you stated as your hand hovered your driver's side door handle, snapping out of your temporary trance.

Vi’s arms folded over the front of her chest, scuffing her shoes on the concrete of their driveway as she rocked her on her heels.

You find her eyes once again, taking in a confidence wielding breath as taking a step forward to wrap your arms around her neck. Vi was taken aback for half a second, breath hitching before she let her arms drop from their spot to hold you up your torso with one arm as the other raised to cradle the back of your head with her hand. You bury your head into her neck to cling onto the warmth for as long as you could.

“Thank you again for coming, cupcake. I’ll see you soon, alright?” Vi says gently into your temple, sliding her hand off of your head.

“Yeah,” you suck in a deep breath, “I’ll see you.”

Achingly doing so, you detach yourself from her embrace to finally get into your car. Vi stood in the driveway as you reversed and drive off, waving at you until you were down the road.

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[angz]

I wanna know what’s happening in between the episodes so badddd!!!!

I just imagined jinx sews the isha doll as they make plans for the balloon and new gears

[greatw0r]

DOMESTIC MOMENTS with sevika ✶ sevika x female reader -> just fluff and happy christmas everyone !

˖ ࣪⭑

waiting for her to come home, it's late and cold- she walks in and quiet as she thinks you're asleep " hi sev " you said softly from the couch and she turns around with an frown.

" I tought you were asleep honey " she said and walked over to the couch, pulling your legs to her lap caressing them soflty.

" I wanted to wait for you " you said resting your head on your hand. " I can't sleep well without you anyways " you smiled soflty and so did she . She could see the tired look in your face and how you were about to dooze off.

She was tired herself but she got up and scooped you in her big arms, lifting you without a struggle. " let's get you to bed now , I'm here " she said and walked to your room , gently putting you on the bed and pulling the covers on top of you.

" want me to give you a massage ? You look like you need one " you said making yourself comfortable under the bed, watching her change to some more comfortable clothes and take off her heavy boots.

" you look like you'd fall asleep on top of me- its okay doll thankyou anyway " she said with an chukle watching your eyes threatening to close for once.

she took off her ponytail and got into the bed, immediately pulling you close to her body and you happily let her, feeling the warmth that came from her body.

" I love you " you whispered into the comfortable silence, and she tightened her grip you. "I love you too sweet thing"

˖ ࣪⭑

" you know what we should do ? " jinx's voice loud and a little to annoying for sevika.

" what ? " you asked from your spot on the couch, jinx laying upside-down with her head on the end of the couch and legs on the top.

" we should totally cook something ! I'm starving and so is Isha " she said and little Isha nodded agreeing .

" last time you were in my kitchen you nearly exploded it all off " sevika groaned and you chuckled patting her thigh.

" well she was alone- I'm sure us four could do something eatable " you said and winked at jinx who squealed and jumped off the couch heading to the kitchen, Isha running after her.

" she's going to burn our house " sevika said and you kissed her cheek , wiping the lipstick off her. " if we keep an eye on her she won't- cmon " you said and got up, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the couch- her rolling her eyes with an huff.

As you two walked into the kitchen jinx already had eggs, milk, butter and other ingredients you didn't remember you had . " oh slow down- maybe don't empty our fridge yes ? " sevika said looking around the mess.

" jinx- what are you making ? " you asked and she turned around with her hands up.

" pancakes duh ? - Isha requested " jinx said and Isha smiled.

" do you know ... how to do it ? " you asked and sat down on the kitchen table- sevika following you and Isha immediately runned to her, getting lifted by her arm

" of course ! can't be that hard " she said and you nodded . cut to everything getting done and surprisingly it was good- not great but- definitely eatable.

" see ? I'm a professional " jinx said and you feed sevika a bite, watching her eyebrowns go up in surprise.

" right- don't feed her ego tho " sevika mumbled to you and you laughed.

˖ ࣪⭑

" here " sevika said watching you get ready, handing you a box simply decorated but with love, your name written with a heart in the end- that had to be jinx's work. you turned to her with an smile .

" it's not midnight yet " you said and grabbed it from her hands. " I know- but ... I wanted you to wear it while we're having dinner and-.... I already told you what it is " she sighed and shaked her head.

" oh sev its alright- " you said and opened the box, revealing a long dark brown dress- you look at her and at her dark brown bottom up shirt. isn't she adorable.

" it's beautiful... you just wanted to match huh ? " you smirked and took the dress out of the box.

" It was jinx's idea... but she made a good point " she said and watched you get undressed .

" and what it was ? " you asked putting the dress on

" we are a couple- you're the women of my life and she said couples to this- match and all " she said wanting to sound like she didn't put much thought to it when all that was going on in her head was if you really like the dress and the meaning behind it.

" that we are ... " you smiled and adjusted the dress. " can you help me with the - " you didn't have to finish- her hands were already on your back, lifting the zipper up and giving your shoulders a squeeze.

" thankyou- I love it - we look beautiful " you said looking at the two of you trough the mirror and sevika smiled, pressing her chin on your head and wrapping her arms around your waist.

" we sure do " she said and kissed the top of your head.

" you're gonna have to wait until midnight for yours " you said and she turned you to her. " that's no problem angel " she said and kissed you reaching her hand to cup your cheek and pull you closer-

" I guess I'm a brilliant advisor " jinx's voice stopped your moment and she laughed- making sevika groan.

" you are now shoo- go see whats Isha up to " you laughed and kissed sevika back -

[fallenprophets]

Home.

Jinx x reader

Summary: set between Act 1 and 2 of Arcane season 2. You find a moment of calm at home with Jinx, Isha, and a stray dog you've found along the way.

Warnings: spoilers for Arcane season 1, tooth-rotting fluff (I hope) not proofread

No use of Y/N, no pronouns used for reader, no gender specific terms etc...

A/N: WHOO first piece of writing by Lev on this blog yippee!! I sincerely hope you all enjoy this lolsies. Please interact! I'm taking requests teehee

You don’t remember the last time you felt this at peace. 

It is like a buzzing, filling your chest, lifting you practically off your feet as you make my way home. 

This feeling is manufactured- it is not coming from the outside. It comes from deep inside your chest, thrumming happily, snuggled between your lungs, right below your heart. There are reasons for this warmth, this light- well, one reason. Her name is Jinx. 

When you say you’re going home, all you really think of is her. Yes, her lair is home- it is warm, and cozy, and as safe as a hot air balloon suspended above what seems to be an infinite void can be- but without her, it would be nothing. 

She is the light that fills your chest, with her bright smile and ridiculously long blue hair and perfect pink eyes. She is the weight on your lungs, making it hard to breathe when you think of her. She’s all the cheesy, corny shit the romance authors you hated so as a child wrote. Only instead of being a character, only words on a worn out page, she’s real, and she’s only a two minute walk away from where you are now. 

You have a satchel slung over your shoulder, the Dog (you don’t know when it became your dog; it just appeared by your side one day, and hasn’t left since) trotting along beside you. Its fur is matted. You reach down and scratch between its ears as you near the Last Drop, smiling to yourself. Never had you thought you would be living this life- on your way home, supplies for Jinx in your bag, the Dog padding alongside you- it is so domestic, so soft, so clean (despite the grime of the Fissures, the thickness of the air, the moaning of the people crowding the sides of the streets). This life is so unlike anything you remember your parents having. 

You take the quick route into Jinx’s lair, the dog following happily, its pink tongue lolling. You should name it, you think as you step onto one of the propellers. 

After Silco had died, you had expected the place to fall into disrepair; you had thought the lights would stop twinkling, and the tinny music would stop playing, and the workstations would gather dust until finally the propellers snapped and fell, taking Jinx with them. And yes, that had started to happen. But then, Jinx had met the kid. Isha, you had called her. All of you, huddled around an old, matted baby names book one of you had found at a scrapyard, pointing out names to each other. Isha, the kid had pointed at, a huge, toothy grin splitting her round face. One who protects. You had closed the book then, knowing that it was perfect. Jinx had smiled at you over the newly baptized Isha’s head, and you had smiled right back, squeezing her hand in yours. You had tossed the book down, into the void below. 

Now, your home was transformed. Jinx’s creepy dolls were gone, replaced with different colourful toys and gadgets picked out or made by Isha. The walls were covered in crayon drawings of all kinds of things- dragons, flowers, the three of you in fields of green and blue and pink and orange. There was a tent set up in the corner, full of Isha’s belongings. It was where you all slept, huddled together like a litter of cats. You love the place. 

At first, you think they’re both out. You call out, and when no answer comes, you venture further in, dropping your bag by Jinx’s workbench. The Dog sniffs around, its tail wagging as it comes closer and closer to an odd lump covered in blankets. You grin to yourself, putting a hand on your hip, tapping your chin with the knuckles of the other. “Hmm,” you muse to yourself, purposefully ignoring the giggle coming from the blankets, “wowie, I wonder where Isha and Jinx could possibly be.” You go in the opposite direction, checking under the workbench, scratching your head. The Dog watches, its eyes saying Can’t you see them? They’re right here! You wink at it, and it sits, tilting its head. “They must have gone out,” you declare loudly as the giggles intensify. “Guess I have this whole place to myself! Finally, I am rid of those stinky-“ 

As you are talking, you approach the mess of blankets. Before you are able to finish that last sentence, a small orange and blue bundle barrels into your legs, almost knocking you flat on your back. Isha launches herself into your arms, grinning her toothy grin as you spin her around. 

“Oh my goodness!” You cry, “where were you hiding? You really are a master sleuth!” Jinx, still have tangled in the blankets, barks a laugh. You hug Isha to your chest and raise an eyebrow at her, mouthing you couldn’t hide anywhere better? She flips you off, but she is smiling. 

She stands and joins you and Isha, her hand finding the small of your back, the other going to Isha’s shoulder. 

“I have a surprise,” you whisper to the child, “but don’t tell Jinx, mmkay?” 

Jinx tilts her head, still smiling. Isha nods solemnly. 

“I found waffles,” you breathe, looking at Jinx out of the corner of your eye. Isha gasps and puts her hands over her mouth. Through trial and error, you and Jinx had discovered that the little one seemed to live for waffles. You now went out of your way, as the only one with your face not plastered all over the place, to find the sweet treat. 

“Gee, I wonder what the surprise could be,” Jinx says, playing along. She follows as you carry Isha to your bag. You set the kid down, the Dog nuzzling into her hand. You rifle around for a moment, and finally pull out the waffles. Jinx lets out a loud gasp, and Isha turns to her, delighted, pleased with herself that she was able to keep this secret. 

“Waffles?” Jinx cries. Isha claps her hands together, startling the Dog. 

You all sit together in the tent, sharing the waffles off the same plate. Isha (who thinks she’s being slick) keeps sneaking pieces of her food to the Dog, who delightedly licks it off her hand. She giggles every time, earning an affectionate look from you and Jinx. 

Once you have finished the waffles, you push the plate away and lie down. Soon, Isha curls into a ball in the space between your knees and your stomach, settling her head on your legs. Jinx dims the lights, then joins you; the two of you become a protective cocoon around the now snoring Isha. The Dog squishes itself in between you and Isha, resting its head on the kid’s side and looking up at you adoringly. You brush a strand of hair from Jinx’s face and smile. She smiles right back. She’s been smiling so much recently. 

“This is perfect,” you whisper to her once you’re sure Isha is fast asleep. 

She smiles, but doesn’t answer. One of her hands rests on your waist, and her fingers trace soothing patterns there. 

“I thought,” she begins, then stops, frowning. Her other fingers tighten around your hand. “I thought that, with Silco gone, there was nothing left for me.” Her words hurt you; it stings somewhere deep in your stomach to hear that she is in any kind of pain. 

“But then… I met the kid,” she continues. “And then I found you.” 

You feel an overwhelming wave of affection for the girl lying in front of you then. A girl you had once known what feels like a very long time ago; a girl who had once had blue eyes and the same wide, toothy smile as Isha. A girl who had been part of your distant past, who was now back in your life. She was right; despite having known each other your whole lives, you have really only just found each other. 

“And- and I realised that maybe, maybe Silco wasn’t all I needed. Maybe…” she trails off, but she has said enough. You shuffle forwards (careful not to disturb Isha or the dog) so that your forehead is only centimetres from hers. She meets you halfway, pressing her forehead to yours; your noses brush, and you smile, reaching up to cup her face. 

“I love you, Blue,” you whisper. A name, who she has always been to you. Blue. Blue like the sky, like the sea. Blue like the warm, the fluttering bird nestled in your chest. 

For a moment, you think she is going to cry. But she only pulls you closer, and whispers the same words back to you, your name uttered like a prayer. 

You close your eyes and smile, and her breathing slows. 

As you fall asleep, you think: 

You have never felt this at peace before. 

[inc0gnitoo]

Hey love, I would like to request a Jinx x F!Reader. Imagine that the reader moves with Jinx to another city for a better start and they get married and have twins through in vitro fertilization. Now with two kids, they haven't had many intimate moments. Could you write a scenario where they get some alone time with lots of smut and fluff too, please? Top Jinx ok?

There isn't much of that around here and I would love to read stuff like that. Thanks 🫰🏻

OMGGGG this is adorable i could totally see jinx wanting to escape piltover and zaun, new life but still just as crazy! so cute- 🤞🤞i had a lot of fun writing this. i hope you enjoy!

CW- female terms for reader, smut but w a little plot, top jinx of course, lesbianism, jinx is still crazy, just less so, voice kink??

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

the voice of your wife, jinx, was unmistakably beautiful. you had gotten quite accustomed to the sound of her calling you over, whether to help with isha or vanalia, your two daughters, or to check out another painting. and everytime you’d come at her call.

she wasn’t the only one who’d call for you, though. isha, your oldest child, was quite the little inventor. you and jinx always called her ‘lil jinxy’ for how alike she was to her mother. vanalia, quiet and timid, never quite understood the idea of inventing, but she loved to read, and she’d tell you every little story her six year old brain came up with. one of those stories sounding eerily familiar to something jinx had told you once before..

the big city brought many promises for the two of you, and one of those was a nice home to come to, and beautiful daughters that awaited. and lucky for you, your wife jinx was just as imaginative and crazy.

despite loving spending time with your family and the chaos that ensued, the two of you were in a desperate search for a break. after careful consideration, you decided to take a weekend off. of course you loved your daughters, but that voice of jinx’s that you cherished so much was becoming less and less, more filled with exhaustion and the tire of being a parent. you knew she needed time off, and just as much as she did.

so, you treated her to a break.

“ngh, doll, yea, right there—“

with your head buried between her legs, her nimble fingers entangled in the strands of your hair, she praised you, hips rolling into your face as she fucked herself on you, “don’t—act cocky, aah.. i’m going to fuck your face til you can’t breathe.”

and she was 100% right. your fingers pumped in and out, curling into her walls and searching for her release like a puppy begging for a treat, desperately seeking to please your beautifully crazy wife who’s pussy was making you this drunk.

“harder, harder. i’ll cum—“

you wrapped your lips around her clit and eased your fingers up to a ruthless pace, pain in your arm but fuck, who cares?? when she was demanding orgasm from you, you’d give it to her.

and she came, just as she promised, and nearly ripped your hair out at the force she used to pull it. her back arched and that beautiful voice of hers you were addicted to cried out in ecstasy.

why did i mention her calling you over? oh! right!

bringing yourself up from her thighs, your face wet with her slick, you didn’t even get a chance before jinx shot her hand to your throat, tugging you up to her bliss-fucked face, “come here. it’s your turn, sunshine.”

ugh, just her voice alone could send you.

jinx was thrusting her fingers into you at a pace only she could master, fucking up into your tight cunt, lewd noises filling your hotel room, “who’s being so good for me? that’s right! you are, baby.”

she praised you so well, rewarding you with mindblowing orgasms back to back to back, hitting every right angle and splitting your mind into a filthy mess of desire and craving.

“j-jinx! mmg.. don’t stop, f-feels so good—“

“why would i do that silly? your pussy is calling me.”

and, of course, with those moans spilling out of your mouth, you were calling her too.

the more you came the happier jinx was, knowing she was giving her wife the satisfaction she knew she could give, your body was like her own little toy, learning what buttons to press and what kinks to make use of.

and she loved your body, the way your breasts would bounce as she fucked into you with the strap, how you’d shake and grip onto any part of her that could give you support. and how beautiful your eyes looked as they rolled into the back of your pretty little head.

and once she finally gave you a break (which took a few hours that night) she’d stroke your cheek, admiring the beads of sweat that fell down your forehead, every wrinkle and crevice. her finger grazing the skin of your face with such gentleness and fragility that she had to have thought you were glad. with that cheeky grin, she would speak to you with that voice you’d fell in love with.

“my pretty pretty girl, so.. perfect..”

FIN

[archangeldyke-all]

I feel like Sev is a total dad in that any time she gets into an argument with one of The Kids (tm), she will absolutely never verbally apologize. She will, however, appear with ten crates of a fruit that they mentioned they liked approximately one time in passing or just randomly decide to take them somewhere fun. Just randomly…Totally not because she feels bad or anything…

AD:FAS:DF:ASJDF this is so sweet okay

men and minors dni

it's easier for her to apologize to isha.

the kid's so tiny, and her big gold eyes are so cute, and she doesn't have much ...history... with isha-- so when she accidentally steps on isha's fingers, or eats the leftovers isha was saving for herself in the fridge, or farts when isha's standing right behind her-- a quick "oh, my bad, isha" or "sorry, kiddo" slip off her tongue easily.

of course, this doesn't change the fact that she'll feel guilty as hell for the rest of the day and spoil isha endlessly. but still, it's a little easier for her to actually say sorry when it's baby isha.

it's different with jinx.

for one thing... jinx talks. and jinx talks back. sevika's good at a lot of things, but quick comebacks are not her strong suit. usually, she gets flustered and gruffs out a 'shut the fuck up' which leads to an even bigger argument.

for another thing, jinx and sevika have been squabbling for years. and sometimes those squabbles were... intense, to say the least. the recent familial feelings sevika and jinx have formed for each other have not always existed.

so... it's a little harder for sevika to apologize to her.

she always knows when she's gone too far. she's incredibly intuitive, she's able to read jinx's micro-expressions like an open book. so it's not like she needs help in realizing her mistakes.

it's just the apologizing for it that's hard for her.

about three months into the girls moving in with you, jinx and sevika get into their first real fight as family.

you and isha watch with cringes as they both fling insults and soft objects at each other-- fighting in the way people fight only when they've known each other forever.

it ends with jinx fleeing to her room and sevika reaching for her emergency cigarette stash. she only allows herself a pack a year, so you know she feels horrible when she grabs two.

isha rushes to comfort jinx. you rush to comfort your wife.

"you alright?" you ask as you step onto the back porch. sevika just shrugs.

"i'll get over it. she'll get over it." she mumbles. you wrap an arm around her shoulders, and sevika groans. "shit, i feel so bad. i shouldn't lose my shit with her like that anymore."

"...probably not." you hesitantly agree. sevika huffs and elbows you, and you just kiss her cheek. "but mistakes are alright, babe. we're still learning. both of us. yesterday i caught isha playing with one of our vibrators. she was using it as a mini bazooka in her game of doll wars--" sevika cuts you off with a burst of surprised laughter, and you smile. "point is we're figuring it out as we're going. and nobody's bleeding, so i'd count that as a win."

sevika sighs and agrees with you, stubbing out her cigarette and kissing you soundly.

you think that's the end of it until you're at the store with jinx the next day.

"did sevika say anything to you about... like... robbing a convience store or something?" jinx asks. you blink.

"what?"

jinx shrugs. "this morning she woke me up by shoving, like, an industrial sized box of flamers onto my bed. like fifty pounds of flamers!" jinx giggles. you smile. that explains her and isha's red stained mouths this morning-- and why sevika was out so late last night. "so i dunno. i'm just trying to figure out where she got 'em from."

"she bought them, jinx. she's saying sorry to you."

"...sorry for what?" she asks.

"for the fight you got in last night!" you giggle.

jinx blinks again, like she's never been apologized to before. it's likely that she hasn't. you sigh and wrap an arm around her shoulder. "...sevika's never apologized to me before." she says. you nod. "at least, not without silco threatening her job, or something."

"you weren't her kid back then." you say.

a smile ticks up at the corner of her mouth, and jinx giggles.

"why didn't she just say 'sorry?' she musta spent at least a hundred on that box--"

"she's not the best with her words, jinx, you know this." you say with a laugh. jinx cackles and nods.

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[sevikaswifefr]

WAITING

pairing: Sevika x female reader

warnings: mentions of injuries

Pacing the living room floor, I can’t seem to think straight. Sevika hasn’t yet walked in the door. Normally she would be home and eating dinner or showering by now, her grunts of satisfaction echoing around the house. But the thudding of her boots had yet to sound in the hallway and her lips had yet to find mine.

Biting my fingernails, I manage to force myself down onto our couch, watching the clock as if somehow it would make time go faster.

Finally after an hour of waiting, the scrape of the front door opening alerts me. “Sev?” I call standing up and rushing to meet her in the hallway.

Seeing Sevika, my heart stops. She leans against the doorway, her new mechanical arm hanging limply by her side and the scars on her cheek glowing darker than usual, each flicker causing Sevika to flinch. Of what I can see, her stomach is already black and blue as she makes her way forwards and glances back at the doorway.

Two more figures appear. Jinx. I know her reasonably well, or at least know of her through Sevika, but the small child clinging to Jinx’s calf I had never seen before. The kid’s golden eyes don’t even spare me a glance as she gazes up at Jinx like she’s some sort of goddess.

Jinx, however lacks her usual charisma, the blue haired girl simply standing slightly behind Sevika gazing down at her hand which seemed to be lacking a middle finger.

“Everyone inside now.” I sigh moving past them all to close the front door. Jinx and the small child move further into the house whilst Sevika glances almost nervously at me.

“Didn’t wanna leave them for someone else to find. ” She grunts almost apologetically as she too moves further into the hallway.

“Who knew you would go soft,” I chuckle watching with a worried eye as Sevika half collapses down on the rickety couch, her body taking up more than half of the seat. She grunts again, rolling her eyes. “Knew you would have my ass if I left them there.”

I don’t reply instead moving to Jinx who holds Isha close. “Feel free to shower, and there’s a first aid kit and spare bed in the next room.” I smile softly gently pointing in the direction of the bathroom. “Thanks Mrs Vika,” Jinx grins though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Let me know if you guys need anything else. I’m quite good at patching up wounds,” I smile warmly gazing at Jinx’s finger again. “Will do.” Jinx nods, the little girl beside her giving me a thumbs up as they both turn in the direction of my finger.

Moving back to my girlfriend I sit beside her on the couch, one hand coming up to trace the scars on her cheek which seem to be throbbing under her skin. “What happened?” I ask softly moving to catch her eye. Sevika scoffs, jaw clenching at the memory. “Vi and that piltover enforcer happened.” She sneers moving her flesh hand to grip my wrist gently pulling it from her face. “They had some sort of hextech that fucked with my arm and my face.”

I hum, listening to her rant whilst scanning her body for any life threatening injuries, finding myself sighing of relief at finding none. But your ok?” I ask, using the hand she isn’t holding to gently lift her shirt, scanning under it for anything I didn’t catch the first time. Her eyes lock with mine as I glance up at her. “I’ll be fine doll, just need to sleep.” She replies rubbing her thumb over my wrist before letting it go.

“I think Isha and Jinx are in the bathroom, I’ll go check on them and help them to their bed for the night so you can shower ok?” I smile standing from the couch as she does. Sevika nods, eyes softening slightly before heading into the kitchen.

Popping my head into the bathroom, I find it empty although the first aid kit is scattered out on the bench. Instead I move to the spare bed, a simple tattered mattress laid out on the floor of a room neither Sevika or myself found any use for. Glancing into the dimly lit room, Jinx lays sprawled out across the bed, finger bandaged and the younger girl curled up on her chest, both fast asleep. I can’t help but smile at the sight before moving back to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Sev,” I call as softly as possible towards the kitchen, trying to not wake the two sleeping girls in the room next to me. “The showers ready, hurry up, I wanna sleep.”

Sevika appears almost immediately already trying to unbuckle her belt with one hand. I chuckle at the sight before slapping her hand away and doing it myself. “I can do it myself.” She grunts but doesn’t resist, her hand instead moving to run through my hair. I grin, shaking my head and finishing it off by helping her take off her shirt too. “Go shower, I’m not sleeping with someone that smells like sweat and blood.” I tease. Now naked, she raises an eyebrow and goes to stand under the water sighing in satisfaction at the warmth it provides.

Ten minutes later, Sevika finally got out complaining that the water had gone cold. After forcing her to sit so I could put some cream on her bruises and patch up the few cuts lacing her flesh arm we made our way to our bed.

“Take off the arm, I’m not sleeping with that thing poking me anymore.” I tell her, laying down on my side. “It doesn’t poke you.” She retorts but obliges in my request, taking it off with a hiss and placing it on the desk. “Needs fixed anyway.” She sighs before finally collapsing onto the bed, the mattress creaking under her weight. “That’s a problem for tomorrow.” I reply closing my eyes and moving to lay my head on her chest. She simply hums, her flesh arm tracing intricate patterns on the skin of my arm. “Thank you for coming home safe.” I whisper pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Sevika’s lips find my hairline, pressing there a second before she pulls away to tilt my chin up to meet her gaze. “Don’t have to thank me baby, I’ll always come home to you.”

[cherryspider19]

the lady and the doll

chapter 2, part 1

it had been 3 years since you left the manor and you were so happy. you lived in your dream home in Ireland. the place and land were beautiful. Isha liked it too. she said fresh air and a nice place keeps the mind healthy. you work as toymaker now for kids. you toys got so popular their demanded world wide. it was hard work but you were able to build up you work empire with blood, sweet, and tears. plus if this failed you hard a master in computer science and could get a job fixing computers. you were happy and were living well. but today you were not happy. not because the day was terrible and inconvenient its because of him. you never thought you'd see Bruce Wayne in a bar. you could see the head lines if people in Gotham did. you seat in you designated spot in the bar. side eyeing Bruce as he sat next to you.

"hello {name}" he said sitting next to you. watching as you ordered a ginger ale. "hello Bruce" you said. Bruce's jaw tightened a little as you called him by his name. "you'd call your parent by their name?" he asked. "what parent all I'm looking at now is a stranger" you responded raising a brow at him. Bruce frowned as he looked at you. he admits he wasn't the best father but now he want to fix his mistakes. "i see that doll is not with you." Bruce said looking at your back seeing the backpack you use to carry Isha in all the time gone. "Isha doesn't like bars, she said their dangers to delicate things like her. " you replied as you took a sip of your ginger ale. Bruce looked at the bar top staring at the glass of whiskey in his hands. "{name} i want to apologize of how i treated you at the manor, your brothers miss you" he said looking at you as you continued taking sips of your ginger ale. "HA! miss me? And people say you aren't funny." you said smiling slamming down your ginger ale then glare at Bruce. "what a load horse shit, they don't miss me. come up with a better lie at least geez." you said rolling your eyes. "language, and I'm not lying, they do miss you, I'm not the only one that came to see you." he said. you froze at that statement. you knew the only Bruce was in the bar but if the others were here. if they were even here, that would mean. "Isha!" you yelled slamming money down on the bar top and running out the bar to your home. "{name}!" bruce called out, watching as you ran out the bar.

when you made it to your house slamming open your door running to your study. "Isha!" you slammed the door to your study open as you looked around franticly for Isha. then saw her. "oh thank goodness!" your dashed toward her picking her up. "are you ok?" you asked looking for any cracks or blemishes. "i am fine {name}, do not fret my child." Isha spoke. "well that's not creepy at all." a voice called out behind you. you snapped your head to the intruder. "Richard Grayson." Isha said if were possible isha would have narrowed her eyes but she couldn't. "why do you dare blacken our doorstop?" she said with a snarl in her tone. "calm down. we not here to hurt you. both of you." dick said smiling. "why should believe you? you never cared what happen to us before?" you said as you stared at him. "and for that i am truly sorry." he said walking forward. making you back up furrowing your brows. "so guilt is what brought you here?" isha asked. dick looked ashamed as he lowered his head. "i- we are sorry for how we treated you." dick said raising his head reach out to hug you. but that only made you back up more. "both of you" dick said looking at sha too. "acknowledging me wont get you anywhere boy." she said. "oh i like her." another voice called out. you snapped your head to the left of dick and there stood Jason. smiling with his arms crossed he shoved dick out of the way and stepped towards you, eyeing your study. "so this is where your lovely ideas are created." jason said to himself sitting in your desk chair.

"you know of our work?" you ask. "our?" dick asked. "isha helps with my ideas. i cant take all the credit." you say holding isha close to your chest. "my darling as much as i love that you are worried about me hold me any tighter i might be unable to breath" isha called out. "oh sorry isha." you say gently moving her and your arms in a different position to hold her. "I do apologize for hurting you and isha, {name}" a voice said from up above. you looked up in fear as damien jumping down from the second level of your study that held the bookshelves of your toys, dolls, stuffed animals, music boxes, action figures. all your hard work.

you stared at Damien a little bit in fear. "well i accept the apology you only just broke off my arm" Isha said sarcastically. Damien frowned as he stared at Isha then at you. "has she been able to talk this whole time?" Damien asked. "i have but i just thought all of you except {name} were unworthy to hear my voice." Isha said. "big words coming from someone that's unable to move their whole body on their own." Jason said. "lets not fight please" dick said trying to break up the fight. "always have to be the mediator huh Richard?" Isha said with boredom in her tone. dick frowned. "why are you being so rude?" dick asked. "why should i be nice to the people who treated my child like shit?" Isha asked for someone who could not move or make facial expressions her voice was very expressive. you looked at isha then back to the Wayne boys realizing one was missing. "where's timothy?" you ask. "Tim is back at the manor with Alfred prepare for to come back home" Jason said. "ah how lovely of course he wouldn't come. always so busy huh?" Isha snapped, jason frowned. "wait! wait! what do you mean for us to come home?" you asked. "i second that notion what makes you think we'll go back to that place at all?" isha asked. "because we need you there" dick said grabbing your hand. you jumped at that trying to pull your hand away from his grip.