#jinx fluff

[luvst4rc0r3]

"The Unexpected Couple"

Loser!Jinx x Reader

Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

It was like one day, Jinx was just the chaotic loser that everyone tolerated at best—and the next? She was dating you. You. The person everyone actually liked, the one who had their life together, the one who could walk into a room and make people listen.

People thought it was a joke at first. A prank. Some kind of elaborate bet. But then they saw the way Jinx looked at you—like you were the sun and she was just some dumb little planet orbiting around you, completely at your mercy.

And the way you looked at her? Yeah. You were just as gone.

People’s Reactions:

Vi:

“Are you being blackmailed? Blink twice if you need help.”

She genuinely cannot wrap her head around it. Jinx, her loser little sister, who once ate an entire bag of uncooked pasta for fun, is somehow dating you? She thought it was fake until she saw you casually kiss Jinx on the cheek one day.

She short-circuited. Nearly dropped her protein shake. Stared at Jinx for a solid ten seconds before going,

“WHAT. THE. HELL.”

Sevika:

Doesn’t care much, but when she sees you cuddling up to Jinx at lunch, she just takes a long sip of her drink and mutters,

“This timeline is broken.”

Your Friends:

“Be honest. Did you lose a bet?”

“Are you okay? Like… mentally?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HER?”

It’s not that they hate Jinx—it’s just that she’s Jinx. She forgets homework exists and once tried to teach a pigeon how to skateboard.

You just laugh and say, “Yeah, but she’s my idiot.”

And then Jinx, who overheard the whole thing, proceeds to melt into a puddle of emotions.

 Your Teachers:

Your math teacher literally pulled you aside one day like,

“You’re such a bright student. Don’t let… distractions ruin your potential.”

Meanwhile, Jinx is in the background, chewing on a pen, 100% unaware that she’s the distraction in question.

Your Relationship in School:

PDA? Oh yeah. Jinx never cared about being subtle in the first place, but now that she has you? She’s insufferable. Walks you to class even though she’s late for her own. Steals your hoodies and wears them oversized because, “They smell like you.” Leaves dumb doodles in your notebooks (half of them are just little hearts with your name in them). Jinx is constantly showing off. And by “showing off,” I mean doing the dumbest, most reckless stunts imaginable. If there’s a terrible idea, she’s already doing it before you can stop her.

Jinx: “Bet I can jump from this stairwell and land perfectly.”

You: “Jinx, no—”

Jinx: [proceeds to fall flat on her face]

You: “Oh my god.”

And yet, you’re always the first one helping her up, laughing as you brush off the dirt from her hoodie.

She falls harder every time.

She thrives off making you blush. For someone who is usually a mess, Jinx is unexpectedly bold when it comes to flirting.

One day, you’re minding your own business when she leans in and whispers, “You look really good today.”

You turn red. She grins like she just won the lottery.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

She does. She really, really does.

Nobody gets how you put up with her. She’s always late, never does her homework, and is basically a human raccoon. But when she falls asleep in your lap during study hall, drooling on your sweater, you just shake your head and pull her closer.

Because yeah, she’s a disaster. But she’s your disaster.

MAN IM JUST TRYING TO LOAD ALL OF MY DRAFTS

I want food and sleep

[shlutmeow]

༶♤“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰, - 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨.”♤༶ -

jinx x fem!reader

┈➤ 𝐚/𝐧: 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡, 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩?

┈➤ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 (𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞); champagne coast by blood orange.

┈➤ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱’𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

┈➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (no use of Y/N), 18+ men & minors dni- ptsd mentioned, 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝@𝙧𝙢, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝, 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩?, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, mentions of blood (main ones, 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚) not for you? okay, move on ty <3

┈➤ wc; 1,980

Leaving Silco’s office, the only thing you saw were two strikingly long blue braids, their smooth texture catching the dim light of the hallway as they disappeared. Jinx.

You have talked to each other various times, whether it’s after you’ve completed a job for Silco or when you’ve had free time available. You were just getting to know each other, but it’s been months since then.

Lately, during your time spent together, her restlessness has become increasingly noticeable to you. You remember her conversations mentioning the countless, aggravated voices of the dead that would impact her.

The guilt that has drastically consumed her was visible to you and to those around her. What she dealt with throughout her life regarding all her trauma, you lived it vicariously through her. After losing her parents in the aftermath of the Zaun and Piltover war, she recalled her step dad Vander taking her and her sister in.

Flash forward to the accident which involved one of her creations: a makeshift monkey bomb as she named it when she was the ripe age of 11.

That disastrous night consequently led to her and her sister’s separation, leaving her abandoned and soaked by the thunderous rain as she lay on the concrete, her pain audible against the gloomy, night sky. Ultimately, Silco had taken her under his wing, in that same night, erratically changing her fate.

She’s mentioned to you how utterly overwhelmed she feels about her unpredictable hallucinations and, as often as she tells you about her mental state, you know the burden of her troubled past still consumed her.

—

You and Jinx usually hung out at her hideout. You’ve watched her spend countless hours working on her gadgets and weapons, repairing and customizing them.

You arrived at Silco’s office, knowing her hideout was directly above. Your climb up the ladder led you to the entrance of her personal area, a place where you knew she had been staying for the past few days and working diligently on her weapons and gadgets, a project she had shared with you.

You spot her at her workstation, a chaotic arrangement of metal parts carelessly spread around her, and the blueprints for her many weapons spread across the desk.

From afar, her face is a mask of concentration, her brow deeply furrowed as she screws the piece into her weapon, the quiet click of metal on metal the only sound.

Approaching her slowly, you’re unobserved, a gentle smile forming as you watch her work. You enjoyed watching her work. You know it has always been her happy place, the place she’s always known since she was a little girl.

Her love for building different contraptions and gadgets made you fall in love with her, how she is prideful of her work and how it motivates her every day to create something new.

You love when she tries to make conversation with you and explain to you the variety of different tools and why she uses them for each of her projects.

Jinx sees you from the corner of her eye, you see her drop her tools and weapon on the desk and dust off her hands as she turns to you in her chair,

“Heya toots! I didn’t see you there, I was waiting for you.” She gives you a small grin.

Rising from her chair, she approached the spot near her ragged and dirty, dark green couch—a find from behind an abandoned building—as she grabs your hand, pulling you onto the couch. You sit yourself down as she joins you to lie on the other side. She’s sprawled out on the couch with her legs on your lap.

“I was giving you time to finish fixing your weapons. What’s the progress?” She scoffed and shook her head.

“You know you’re way more important than all my silly gadgets, right toots? So, what’s going on?” She asks, tilting her head.

“I just came back from this mission. Silco wanted me to check out a new location for him. Sevika came along, finished earlier than usual and I thought why not come see you,” you explained, shrugging.

Jinx knows your mission assignments, having secretly read Silco’s location list for his shimmer operation from his desk while he was away.

“ooh! yeah… Silco wanted Sevika to go along in case things got a little… crazy. Silco mentioned this problem, and he was talking about — “

As her rambling continues, you pause, your gaze drifting around her cluttered hideout; catching sight of shattered glass near her desk, and a discarded, broken mirror in the corner, its jagged edges glinting faintly in the dim light.

Confused, you glance back at Jinx, who has fallen silent, and she realizes you’ve spotted the aftermath of her previous breakdown. She wanted to hide how much it hurt.

Having previously dealt with, she tried distracting herself until she could find a way to tell you. She nervously watches your reaction, terrified that her ungloved hands will betray the trauma she’s experienced.

You look down and see her hands clenched in her lap; her knuckles white, betraying the tremor in her fingers. You notice her knuckles are deeply red, stained with dried blood.

As you held her small, cold hands in yours. Being gentle when you examine them. Concerned, you whispered, “Baby, what happened to your hands?” Hesitantly, she looked away, unsure how to respond to your question.

As you turned her hands over to reveal her open palms, you noticed small, crescent-shaped red marks. “Baby,” you begin, breathing deeply, “what happened to your hands?” You pressed her again, ensuring she understood your seriousness.

She tries to push it down by giving you a small, strained smile as she tries to pull her hands away. “Oh, it’s nothing, just a little accident,” she said, waving it off with a chuckle, “you know how clumsy I am!” Then, pushing herself up from the couch, she stood, a slight wince crossing her face.

Desperately, she paced, her eyes hollow, trying to seek an escape. “Jinx, it’s okay,” You tried offering her some comfort against the raging storm within her.

“There’s no need to be afraid. No one will hurt you. Not while I’m here,” she pauses mid step, her breath catching in her throat. Big, teary blue eyes bore into yours, her lips moving silently, the unspoken truth hanging amongst yourselves.

Her hands flew to her head, a tremor running through her as she choked out, “It was an accident, I swear!,” her eyes squeezed tight, tears welling. “I don’t know what happened… th- they were yelling—blaming me… and I reached for one of my tools—when I passed by that stupid mirror…I couldn’t stand it, so I broke it,” she exclaimed fretfully, her breath shaky.

“It broke when I threw my screwdriver at it. I cut my hand when I cleaned off some stupid glass off my desk, I wasn’t thinking,” she whispers, voice cracking softly.

You see her small hands, trembling slightly, move to cover her face. You slowly walked to her, each step measured and deliberate in the quiet hideout. When you reach her, you cup her face gently in your hands, feeling the warmth of her skin.

You spot her adorable freckles and those soft, blue eyes that you can’t get enough of, especially when you’re lying in bed, holding each other. Her skin, soft and pale, felt gentle to the touch.

Leaning down, you softly kissed her forehead, murmuring a gentle reassurance in a whisper as you lingered. “Deep breaths, baby. I’m not upset, okay? I was worried. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at you from beneath wet lashes. She leans into your hands as you softly wipe away the tears with your thumbs.

“I was scared and angry, and I didn’t know what to do. I thought I could be okay, but I was wrong.” Tiredly, she mumbled, “I thought I was getting...you know, better.” She rests her head in the crook of your neck, the warmth of your skin a comfort against hers as your arms hold her close.

You feel yourself shatter within, your mind and body betraying how much this affected you, seeing your love suffering with her inner self, how she’s hurting, and you weren’t there to hold her, weren’t there to comfort her during it. When demons took over her, you’d want to cast yourself to hell for her.

Several minutes pass as you bask in the comforting closeness of her small frame in your arms. “We need to clean and bandage your hands,” You softly whispered, wanting to savor the gentleness of this moment.

“Come on,” you say softly, leading her into the half bathroom—a sink and toilet—though small, it’s spacious enough for the two of you.

From the sink counter in the small half bath, Jinx watches you look for the first aid kit under the sink cabinet, a kit you’d placed there just in case. You were relieved to have thought about placing one for emergencies.

Placing it beside her, you carefully arranged the materials—a selection of bandages and dressings, adhesive bandages, tweezers, measurement gauges, and antiseptic wipes.—on the counter.

Relieved to find only a few glass fragments embedded in her hands, you used tweezers to remove the remaining shards from her palm. The strong smell of alcohol filled your senses as you ripped open an antiseptic wipe; you gently grasped her left hand, preparing to clean the wounds.

“It’s going to sting, but just for a moment, okay?” You offer reassurance as she meets your gaze, nodding slightly in preparation. The antiseptic wipe burns as it touches her opened wounds, making her eyes squeeze shut, her brows furrowing in a grimace. You gently blow on her hand to ease the sting.

Carefully, you cleaned around the cuts on her knuckles and fingers, wiping away the dried blood. You flip her hand to clean the rest, tossing the crimson-stained antiseptic wipe into the trash.

Opening a fresh wipe, you repeat the process on her right hand. After you finish, grabbing a bandaid, you cover the bigger cuts and let the smaller ones heal without.

Afterward, you dispose of all the used materials and clean up. “How are you feeling?” you ask her, making sure she was okay. Looking up, a faint smile touches her tear-streaked face; her eyes were still red-rimmed and puffy from her breakdown. You recognize her silence as she tries to process the recent events.

You carefully set her down from the counter. You gather her to you, a hand on her back, and softly kiss her hair. Let’s get you to bed. Her exhaustion is clear on her features, so you tell her, “You need some rest, baby,”

“Will you lie down with me? I mean, until I fall asleep?” As you walk her to bed in her hideout, you notice the dark purple sheets on her little makeshift bed are unmade. You adjust the covers before climbing in and wrapping her in your arms.

“I’m not leaving you, never, i’ll stay as long as you need me,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. The words hung in the air, a silent compromise and comfort for her. Jinx sighs in contentment at your response.

She snuggles into you, arms around your waist. With each other held close, you have all that matters right in your arms.

Your lips brushed lightly against her forehead in a soft, loving kiss. “Always remember that I love you baby,” A soft smile graced her lips as she acknowledged your words.

As she whispers the tender words to you, “I love you, so much toots,” you feel the gentle touch of her lips against your chest, a soft kiss that lingers.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, you softly hum her to sleep; eventually, sleep overcomes you too.

©𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐰

[anticipatedexhale]

Jealousy jealousy~~

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨୧

♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi, sevika, ekko

☆ ◞ summary: when they get jealous at someone trying to make a move at you.

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader. Fluff kinda angst idk

Jayce Talis.

The night had started out normal enough. A quick stop at a Piltover lounge, a few drinks, good company—it was supposed to be relaxing. Jayce had been looking forward to it all week, especially since he finally got to spend time with you outside of work.

And then he showed up.

Some random, smooth-talking socialite, flashing a charming smile and leaning just a little too close to you at the bar. Jayce had been mid-sip of his drink when he first noticed it—the way the guy’s hand subtly brushed against yours as he laughed at something you said.

Jayce didn’t consider himself a jealous person. He really didn’t.

But he also didn’t like the way this guy was looking at you.

At first, he tried to play it cool, sipping his drink, pretending not to pay attention. You were perfectly capable of handling yourself, and it wasn’t like Jayce had any claim over you.

Except… maybe he wanted one.

His grip tightened around his glass as he watched the guy lean in again, this time saying something low and smooth. You chuckled—polite, but dismissive. Jayce knew that laugh. It was the one you used when you were humoring someone you had zero interest in.

Still, the guy wasn’t getting the message.

Alright. That was enough.

Jayce pushed off his seat and strode toward you, placing a casual—but firm—hand on your lower back as he slid beside you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice deliberately warm. “Sorry I took so long. Did I miss anything?”

You blinked up at him, immediately catching on. “Oh, not much. Just some small talk.”

The guy’s smile faltered slightly as he glanced between you and Jayce. “And you are…?”

Jayce grinned, though there was something unmistakably sharp beneath it. “Jayce Talis.” He extended his hand, his grip just a little too firm when the guy shook it. “And you?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, just a friend.”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Oh, just a friend?” His hand on your back subtly pulled you a fraction closer. “That’s funny. See, I thought you were hitting on my partner.”

You choked slightly, eyes widening as Jayce looked at the guy with a perfectly polite expression—like he hadn’t just dropped that word so casually.

The guy’s confidence wavered, and he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh, no offense, man. Didn’t realize.”

Jayce’s smile stayed in place, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerously smug. “Yeah? You do now.”

The guy mumbled some excuse and quickly retreated, disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Jayce with an amused smirk. “Partner, huh?”

Jayce coughed into his drink. “I panicked.”

You raised a brow. “Seemed pretty smooth for a panic move.”

“…Okay, maybe not panicked exactly.” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You tilted your head, enjoying watching him squirm. “Jealous?”

Jayce scoffed. “What? Me? Nooo.” Then, after a pause, he sighed, rubbing his face. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You grinned, reaching up to straighten the lapel of his coat. “You’re cute when you get possessive.”

Jayce groaned. “Great. Now you’re never gonna let me live this down, huh?”

“Nope.”

But even as you teased him, Jayce couldn’t help the satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Because you were still here—with him. And that’s all that really mattered.

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Mel Medarda.

Mel Medarda was not the type to get jealous.

She was confident, poised, and completely in control at all times. If someone wanted to flirt with you in front of her, well—let them. She knew where you would be going home at the end of the night.

That being said… she did have her limits.

The evening had been going smoothly—an elegant Piltover gala, golden lights reflecting off the crystal chandeliers, the air buzzing with soft music and hushed conversations. You had accompanied Mel as her guest, and while she was busy entertaining council members and diplomats, you had wandered to the refreshment table.

That’s when he appeared.

Some overly ambitious noble, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He was all charm and slick words, flashing you a practiced smile as he poured you a glass of wine, his hand lingering a bit too long as he passed it to you.

Mel had been watching from across the room, her expression unreadable as she sipped her champagne.

She gave him a chance. One.

And then she saw it—the way his fingers barely grazed your wrist as he leaned in, whispering something undoubtedly bold.

Mel hummed, swirling her glass lightly before making her move.

With effortless grace, she glided through the room, her golden gown shimmering under the chandeliers. By the time she reached you, her presence was undeniable—the noble stiffened slightly as she placed a hand lightly on your arm, her touch as soft as silk.

"Darling," she purred, her voice smooth as honey, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you caught the subtle edge beneath her words. You weren’t sure whether to be impressed or nervous for the poor fool beside you.

The noble, to his credit, tried to play it cool. "Ah, Councilor Medarda. I was just getting to know your lovely companion."

Mel smiled—slow, dangerous. "Were you?"

There was no sharpness in her tone, no outright hostility. And yet, the noble swallowed thickly, suddenly aware that he had overstepped.

She turned to you, her fingers trailing lightly down your wrist before intertwining with yours. "I do hope they haven't been bothering you," she mused, brushing a stray hair from your face as if the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You smirked. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Mel let out a soft, knowing hum. "Of course not." Then, without another glance at the noble, she gently tugged you away, her grip light yet undeniable.

As you walked off together, you leaned in slightly. "You know, I think you scared him."

Mel arched a brow, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "Good. He was getting on my nerves."

You chuckled. "Jealous?"

Mel merely smiled, raising your hand to her lips and pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. "Jealousy is such a petty thing."

But the way her fingers tightened slightly around yours told a different story.

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Viktor.

Viktor didn’t get jealous—or at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself.

He was logical, rational. Petty emotions like envy were for people who had time to waste. He had work to do—innovations to create, problems to solve.

And yet.

He had been going over blueprints at your shared worktable in the lab, completely immersed in his notes, when he heard it—someone else’s laughter mixed with yours.

His pen stopped mid-scratch.

Looking up, he found you standing by the doorway, engaged in a conversation with some bright-eyed researcher. They were laughing, gesturing animatedly, clearly trying to impress you. And what was worse? You were actually smiling at them.

Viktor felt a twinge in his chest, something unpleasant curling in his gut. He frowned, tapping his pen against the desk. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But then the researcher leaned in just a little too close, and Viktor’s patience snapped like a frayed wire.

He pushed himself up with his cane, making his way toward you at an unhurried pace. The clack of his cane against the floor was rhythmic, steady—an unmistakable presence approaching.

The researcher caught sight of him and faltered slightly. “Oh—Viktor! I was just talking to—”

“Yes, I noticed.” Viktor’s tone was light, almost pleasant, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. His golden eyes flickered between you and the researcher before landing on you entirely, his focus unwavering. “You’ve been gone quite a while. I was beginning to wonder if I had lost my most valuable assistant.”

You raised a brow at his pointed wording, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Didn’t realize you were keeping track of my time, Vik.”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, his gaze assessing. “I keep track of all important things.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks at the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The researcher, now clearly uncomfortable, cleared their throat. “Well, I should—um—get back to work.” And with that, they all but scurried away.

The moment they were gone, you turned to Viktor, arms crossed. “That was subtle.”

Viktor sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Ah, my deepest apologies. I had no idea my mere presence would cause such a reaction.”

You chuckled. “So, are you going to admit you were jealous, or should I just assume?”

Viktor scoffed, but there was the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Jealousy is irrational. I was simply…” He searched for the right words, tapping his cane idly against the floor. “…reminding them of their place.”

You grinned. “And my place is?”

Viktor leaned in slightly, his voice lower, softer. “Right here. With me.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

For someone who claimed not to get jealous, he certainly had a way of making it very clear.

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Caitlyn.

Caitlyn Kiramman was not the type to get openly jealous. She prided herself on her composure, her ability to remain level-headed even in high-pressure situations.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it.

You had been at a local café in Piltover, waiting for Caitlyn to finish up her rounds so the two of you could grab lunch together. While you were minding your own business, some overconfident merchant had slid into the seat across from you, flashing you a way too eager grin.

Caitlyn spotted it the moment she stepped onto the street.

At first, she hesitated, watching from a short distance. She wanted to trust you to handle it—but then the merchant leaned in, their hand brushing against yours on the table, and Caitlyn felt a prickle of irritation rise in her chest.

Alright. That was enough.

With long, purposeful strides, she approached the table, her blue eyes cool and calculating. “Excuse me,” she said smoothly, her voice polite but firm.

Both you and the merchant turned toward her. You instantly perked up. “Cait! There you are.”

The merchant, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “Ah, and who might you be?”

Caitlyn’s smile was razor-sharp as she placed a gloved hand on the back of your chair, her presence undeniable. “Captain Caitlyn Kiramman of the Piltover Enforcers,” she replied smoothly. “And the person they’ve been waiting for.”

That got the merchant to stiffen slightly. “Oh—my apologies, I didn’t realize…”

Caitlyn arched a brow. “Didn’t realize what? That they were already spoken for?” She leaned in slightly, tilting her head. “Or that you were wasting your time?”

The merchant let out an awkward chuckle, making some excuse before quickly retreating.

Once they were gone, you turned to Caitlyn with an amused smirk. “That was almost scary.”

Caitlyn huffed, finally slipping into the seat across from you. “I simply dislike people who overstep boundaries.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

Caitlyn scoffed, lifting her tea to her lips. “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Really?” You grinned. “Because that looked a lot like jealousy.”

Caitlyn gave you an unimpressed look, but the faint pink at the tips of her ears gave her away.

You chuckled, reaching across the table to brush your fingers against hers. “You could’ve just told them I was yours, you know.”

Caitlyn exhaled softly, her expression finally softening. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Your heart fluttered at the undeniable certainty in her voice.

Because, jealous or not—she knew exactly where you belonged.

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Vi.

Vi wasn’t the type to subtly get jealous. If she was annoyed, you knew it.

And right now? She was definitely annoyed.

You were both at Jericho’s bar, just grabbing drinks and unwinding after a long week. Vi had left your side for two minutes—just to talk to the bartender about another round—when she turned back and saw some cocky Zaunite leaning way too close to you.

Her eyes narrowed.

At first, she just watched, arms crossed, observing how the guy was grinning at you, clearly testing his luck. He was laying it on thick, too, his hand resting on the bar near yours, body language screaming overconfidence.

Vi cracked her knuckles.

Taking her time, she sauntered back over, sliding onto the stool beside you and draping an arm over your shoulders in one smooth motion. “Hey, babe,” she said casually, ignoring the guy entirely as she leaned in, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You blinked up at her, amused. “Vi?”

She hummed, finally turning her attention to the guy. “And who are you?”

The man, now clearly realizing who he had just been flirting with, hesitated. “Uh—just talking to your friend here.”

Vi’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. “Yeah? Looked like you were talking to my partner.” Her voice was deceptively light, but there was an unmistakable warning beneath it.

The guy held his hands up, chuckling nervously. “Didn’t know they were taken.”

Vi arched a brow. “Well, you do now.”

The guy muttered a quick apology and made himself scarce, disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was gone, you smirked, tilting your head toward Vi. “That was subtle.”

Vi scoffed, picking up her drink. “Please. If I really wanted to make a scene, he wouldn’t have walked out of here with both legs working.”

You chuckled, leaning against her. “So… jealous?”

Vi huffed, taking a sip of her drink before muttering, “Whatever.”

You grinned, nudging her side. “You so were.”

Vi sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Alright, fine. Maybe a little. But can you blame me?” She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip. “You are kinda irresistible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and Vi grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“Now,” she said, finishing her drink, “how about we really make it obvious who you belong to?”

The playful challenge in her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

Yeah. Vi might not do subtle jealousy—but you weren’t complaining.

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Jinx.

Jinx wasn’t just jealous—she was possessive.

She didn’t do subtle. If someone was getting too close to you, you bet she was gonna make a scene about it.

It started when the two of you were wandering around Zaun, just minding your business when some overly confident guy swaggered up to you, flashing a grin that instantly irritated Jinx.

She didn’t immediately do anything, though. No, she wanted to see just how far this guy would push his luck. So she crossed her arms, leaned against a nearby crate, and watched.

And, oh boy, was this guy an idiot.

“Didn’t think I’d run into someone as good-looking as you in a place like this,” he purred, clearly thinking he was smooth.

Jinx’s fingers twitched.

You, clearly aware of the tension building beside you, gave an awkward chuckle. “Uh, thanks?”

The guy actually reached out, fingers just about to brush against your arm—

—and then BANG.

A single gunshot blasted the air, a bullet embedding itself right next to the guy’s hand on the wall.

You didn’t even flinch. But the guy? He jumped, whirling around to see Jinx casually twirling Fishbones in her hands, a manic grin stretched across her face.

“Oops,” she sing-songed, rocking on her heels. “My hand slipped.”

The guy paled. “What the hell—”

Jinx tilted her head. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Go on. Keep flirting. See what happens.”

He took one look at the absolute delight in her eyes—at how she was clearly enjoying this—and bolted.

Jinx cackled as he disappeared down the alley. “Coward!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Jinx, really?”

She huffed, marching up to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “What? You’d rather I let that slimeball run his mouth?”

“I could’ve handled it,” you teased, leaning into her.

Jinx squinted at you, poking your cheek. “Yeah, yeah. But I wanted to handle it.”

You smirked. “Jealous?”

Jinx gasped dramatically. “Me? Jealous?” She clutched her chest. “Pffft, please. I just really like scaring people.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Mhm, sure.”

Jinx pouted before pulling you into a sudden, tight hug, her voice muffled against your neck. “Mine,” she mumbled.

Your heart skipped

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Sevika.

So when she saw some cocky guy chatting you up at the bar—leaning a little too close, looking a little too comfortable—she didn’t immediately react. She just leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink, watching.

Jealousy was for insecure people. For weak people. She was neither.

You weren’t encouraging it, but you were being polite, nodding along as the guy kept talking. That annoyed her.

He was still talking? Still standing there?

Sevika sighed, rolling her shoulders before finally deciding she had enough.

She pushed off the bar with her metal arm, the heavy clank of it hitting the counter making the guy flinch before she even reached you.

“Hey,” she drawled as she slid up behind you, pressing just close enough to make a statement. Her voice was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Didn’t realize we were making new friends tonight.”

The guy blinked, looking up at her—then immediately went pale when he realized who she was.

Sevika tilted her head, taking a slow drag of her cigar. “Something wrong?”

The guy took one last look at her—the sharp set of her jaw, the glow of her mechanical arm, the way she was clearly daring him to keep talking—before quickly muttering something about needing to be somewhere else and scurrying off.

Sevika exhaled a slow stream of smoke before looking down at you. “You just let anyone talk to you, huh?”

You smirked, leaning against the bar. “You jealous?”

She scoffed. “Please.”

You raised a brow. “Mhm. So you just casually felt like intimidating some random guy for no reason?”

Sevika rolled her eyes, taking another slow sip of her drink. “I don’t like interruptions.”

You chuckled, nudging her. “Right. Definitely not jealousy.”

She sighed, shaking her head before resting her metal arm against the bar beside you, effectively boxing you in. She leaned down just slightly, her voice lower now.

“You wanna test me?”

Your breath hitched.

Her lips twitched into a smirk. “Thought so.”

She didn’t say she was jealous.

But the way she made it very clear who you belonged to? Yeah. That said enough.

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Ekko.

Ekko wasn’t the type to immediately get jealous. He was pretty secure in himself and in your relationship. But that didn’t mean he was oblivious.

So when some guy at the Last Drop started flirting with you, he didn’t overreact. At first.

He had been talking to some of the Firelights, keeping an eye on you from across the room, when he noticed the guy leaning in a little too close. At first, Ekko just sighed, shaking his head. He figured you’d shut it down.

But then the guy touched your arm.

And suddenly, Ekko wasn’t feeling so chill anymore.

Taking a slow breath, he rolled his shoulders before pushing off the wall, walking toward you with the effortless confidence that only he could pull off.

The guy was still chatting you up, completely unaware as Ekko slid in behind you, looping an arm around your waist before leaning close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him. “Ekko?”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before looking at the guy in front of you. His usual laid-back demeanor was still there, but there was a new sharpness in his gaze.

“Who’s your friend?” Ekko asked, his voice smooth but unmistakably pointed.

The guy hesitated, clearly unsure how to react. “Uh, just—just talking.”

Ekko hummed, tilting his head. “Yeah? Funny, ‘cause my partner doesn’t really need company.”

The guy opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly second-guessing whether it was worth pushing his luck.

Ekko smirked, his grip on your waist just barely tightening. “You good, man? ‘Cause you’re looking a little nervous.”

The guy quickly muttered something about needing to leave and disappeared into the crowd.

Ekko exhaled through his nose, watching until the guy was definitely gone before turning back to you.

You crossed your arms, amused. “Jealous?”

He scoffed. “Me? Nah. Just don’t like watching idiots waste your time.”

You smirked, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mhm. Sure.”

Ekko sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s cute.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

[fluoneia]

“this is dumb.” jinx mumbled. you grin, taking her hand in yours.

“it’s not!” you exclaim, dragging her into the open space. classical music played through the speaker, although buffered and a little distorted, still able to make out it was a slow song.

“i’m not.. slow dancing!” jinx huffs, crossing her arms on her chest. “i don’t even know how!”

“this is a staple in date night. couples slow dance!”

“not this couple.” jinx makes a hmph! sound, tilting her head up. “i don’t dance.”

“come on, i’ve seen you dance when you’re creating your little gadgets.”

“they’re not gadgets, they’re bombs. that kill people?”

“gadgets, bombs, whatever.” you say with a tut of your tongue. “come on! it’s just us. i’m not gonna judge you.”

“but you’ll make fun of me!”

“teasing you is just what i do.” you’d shrug. jinx groans in annoyance, moving to stomp away, before you grab her wrist. “come. i’ll teach you.”

jinx narrows her eyes at you.

“come on.. for me?”

she is silent for a second. then she makes a dramatic groan of fake frustration and saunters back to you.

those stupid eyes of yours could make her do anything.

“this is not out of my own volition.”

“you’re here, aren’t you?”

jinx deadpans. “whatever.” she makes a tch sound with her lips. “how do i do this stupid dance?”

“there’s no right way,” you say simply. you guide her hands onto your waist, your arms sliding onto her shoulders, hooking them behind her neck.

“wha—!”

“just relax.” you say softly, soothingly. with an annoyed huff, she tightens her hands on your waist.

“follow what i do.” you say. without another word, you take a step to the side, hand grabbing onto her torso to guide her to do the same. “don’t overthink it.”

“well, i am. this is so stupid.”

“it’s romantic.” you tease, raising a brow. jinx frowns. “just follow me. alright?”

“yeah, yeah.” she says quietly.

slowly, but surely, she finds the rythm as you both take steps around the open space. and slowly, she begins to smile. enjoy it, as she figures out the steps as you and the music continue on.

she lets out a sigh of relief.

her arms slide over your waist, her arms wrapping around you.

“this is.. actually kind of nice.” jinx whispers.

“see?” you beam up at her. “told you.”

“you don’t have to ruin it by being a smartass.” she grumbled.

you both find silence after a while. you treasured moments like this with her— where she was truly herself, and not some made up persona zaun believes her to be.

she was soft in her heart. and she was yours. yours to hold, to dance to songs like this in eachothers solitude like nothing else mattered.

because nothing else did matter with her.

.. but, she was still jinx, after all.

she yelped as she stepped on the end of her own braid, stumbling to the side.

and, therefore, caused a series of events. she dragged you down with her as she fell, crashing into a box where her work-in-progress smoke bombs that still had a sensitive trigger.

your eyes widen.

“oh, shi—“

BOOM!

you coughed as smoke filled the room, the sounds of the smoke bombs exploding beside the both of you deafening out the music.

“i told you this was dumb!” jinx waves her hand in the air, coughing.

slowly, the smoke dissipated, and the music started to become louder once more.

you turn over, seeing jinx with powdered ash all over her face, exclaiming in frustration as she brushed off her clothes. her gaze turns to you with a huff.

“that’s it. we’re never dancing again.”

you’re silent for a second.

then, you laugh. and you keep laughing till your stomach hurts.

“what the hell are you laughing at, huh?!”

“oh..” you wipe your fake tears, “oh, just, i fucking love you so much.”

jinx feels her eyes widen. her breath catches in her throat.

“whatever, dumbass!” and her voice crack is just so damn cute as she pushes herself off the floor, stomping away from the scene. “this was dumb! i’m never doing any cheesy romantic stuff with you again!”

“hey, date night isn’t over!”

jinx pauses. she turns, blinking. “where the hell do you think i’m going right now? i’m getting our stupid damn food.”

and you laugh again.

“stop laughing! ugh!” she slaps her hands on her thighs as she storms back toward the kitchen. “stupid dancing! stupid music!”

she kicks the record player to stop.

oh, date night couldn’t have gone any better then you imagined.

for @16spades omg this request was so cute i couldn’t help myself

[bblairxe]

can you do a smut where jinx is struggling to stay quiet x dom reader

ALMOST | JINX | 1.2K WC | 18+

“i’m sorry toots, i really did not see that alarm right there!”

“it’s fuckin’ fine jinx. just stay quiet, the enforcers are still hot on our ass.”

the two of you are squished in between a tight alleyway, jinx’s back flushed with your chest. it all started when jinx had the grand idea to yet again break into one of piltovers’ penthouses. the plan was being executed perfectly until just as you guys were about to escape, jinx backed into an emergency alarm. alerting all enforcers there’s been an intruder, and putting the two of you in a chase.

you run your hands up and down jinx’s sides to help soothe her nerves. even if it was her fault, you don’t wanna stress your girl out. she presses into your loving touch more and tilts her neck to the side, permitting you to give her kisses. you give in, leaving short, sweet pecks up and down her neck while wrapping your hands slowly around her waist.

jinx lets out a small giggle at the feeling of your lips brushing her neck. just her laugh alone throws you into a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from lust to adoration. her body melts into yours as you steady yourself with a firm grip on her waist. your hand travels up over her boobs, barely grazing her nipples but it’s enough for her to let out a small whimper.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you tease, your voice low and steady. “you’re not gonna lose your cool are you?thought you liked a little danger.”

her breath hitches, and she lays her head back on your shoulder. “i do,” she stutters, her voice shaky but defiant. “just not with the enforcers just around the corner.”

you chuckle softly, your hand breaking in her waistband, “then you better stay quiet for me.”

jinx nods, signaling that you’re right and spreads her legs just a bit wider so you have better access.

“that’s my girl,” is all you say before lowering your hand to play with her clothed clit. you run your fingers up and down the damp fabric, eliciting those sweet sounds from jinx. her body jerks slightly at the sensation. you press your lips back to her ear, your breath sending shivers down her spine.

“you’re already so wet, and i haven’t even fucked you properly.” you murmur, tone laced with amusement.

jinx bites down on her lip trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. her hand grips your forearm tightly, both to steady herself and keep your arm right where it is.

you grin against her neck, your fingers applying just the right amount of pressure as you move in slow, steady circles. each movement causes jinx to squirm and whimper in your arms, her efforts to stay quiet only making this moment more intoxicating.

“good girl,” you praise, your words come out after each peck on her neck. “so perfect for me. just focus on me, alright? nothing else matters.”

she moves her hips in sync with your hand, occasionally rocking back and forth. “please ..” her voice is so faint, you almost miss it.

“please what baby?” you hum.

“need you, your fingers, please.” her eyes squeeze shut, cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

a sly grin tugs at your lips as you press your lips to her temple. “such a good girl for me, using your words and everything.” you whisper, “all you have to do was ask.”

you pull her panties to the side and dip your finger into her wetness. her walls immediately clench around the feeling, sucking you in with every thrust.

“so wet baby, you’ve been wanting this have you?” you tease.

“yes, yes! oh fuck, you feel so good.” she yelps, her voice loud enough to echo through the narrow alleyway. your hand shoots up to cover her mouth, silencing her before she can let out another noise.

“shh, jinx. you wanna get us caught?” you growl, against her neck.

she shakes her head frantically, her wide eyes looking up at you, filled with both apology and need. a string of muffled apologies spills out beneath your hand, her words tumbling over the other.

you hum in approval, curling your finger just right to have her body fall loose against you. your arm wraps snug around her waist to keep her standing, while the other hand pounds relentlessly into her sopping cunt. you add a second finger into her, completely entranced in the way she moves with you. her back arches at the feeling of being so full, those little uh uh uh’s echoing through your muffled hand.

her soft cries vibrate against your hand, the two of you so lost in the moment until—

“did you hear that?”

your heart skips a beat as the enforcer’s voice cuts through the air. jinx’s body tenses against you, her movements halting completely. you pull your hand away from her soaked heat, but you keep a hand tight around her mouth, signaling her to keep quiet.

“probably just a rat.” another enforcer mumbles, their footsteps growing louder.

“nah .. it sounded different .. like voices,” the first enforcer insists.

jinx’s eyes are wide with panic, her breathing shallow and rapid beneath your hand. you press a reassuring kiss to her temple, leaning down to whisper, “it’s okay baby, we’re gonna get out of this.”

the footsteps draw closer, and you press yourself and jinx further into the shadows of the alleyway, your heart pounding so hard you wonder if she could hear it.

you hold your breath as the enforcers’ footsteps echo louder, their boots clinking against the cobblestone. jinx whines in your hand out of fear, in which you respond by rubbing your hand up and down her waist, silently reassuring her.

“i swear it was coming from this direction.” the first enforcer says, his voice laced with suspicion.

“yeah well .. i don’t see anything,” the other grumbles. “probably just the wind or some drunk. let’s keep moving before we waste anymore time.”

“fine.” the first mutters and you hear their steps starting to fade out.

just when you think you’re in the clear, there’s the sound of metal clanking. an enforcer kicking a trash can nearby, hoping to draw whatever was hiding, out. jinx’s breath hitches against your hand once more, and her eyes widen with fear, you feel her grip on your jacket tighten.

you keep your other arm snug around her waist, holding her close, and lean in to whisper so quietly only she can hear. “they’re just leaving, baby. stay still for me. you’re doing so good.” her lashes flutter and she nods slightly.

the seconds drag on like hours as the enforcers linger. their conversations growing muffled and distant and the footsteps are no longer audible.

you wait a beat longer just to be sure before releasing your tight grip on jinx. she lets out a shaky exhale her chest heaving against yours. she turns around to face you, her big blue eyes meeting yours. you give her a warm smile, bringing your hand to caress her cheek.

the two of your bring your foreheads to touch together, “fuck,” she whispers, “that was close.”

“too close,” you mutter, brushing your fingers over her braid. “you okay?”

she nods, her cheeks still flushed and there’s a glint of something playful in her eyes. despite the danger the two of you just escaped.

“guess we make a pretty good team under pressure, hm?” she teases, her voice wavering slightly.

you smirk, bring your arms around her waist once again. “you have no idea how good we are together baby.” you say, pulling her in for a deep, loving kiss.

[minnixiii]

— PORNSTAR ! 💋

a/n: jinx drabble based on the song pornstar by nessa barrett!

prompt: getting a different kind of clientele that isn’t a regular!

warnings: smut, (first time writing smut that isn’t straight headcanons), oral (reader receives), pretty plain sorry pookies 🥲

charas: jinx x brothel worker! fem! reader

“wait— who’s on my books?”

those were the last words you remember speaking before you saw yourself in a room with one of— if not, the most dangerous person in zaun.

“ah! s-slow down! fuck?!”

your cries fill the room as you lock eyes with the bluenette. her face buried deep in between your legs her tongue deep inside your slick pussy.

“shh, sweetheart, you’re squirming too much.” her praises swallowed your loud moans as you bite your hand to quiet yourself a little.

“a-ah… jinx— fuck!”

your pants fill the room as you cum on her tongue. she swallows your cum and smiles. “thank you, beautiful.”

written by minnixii 🎀 2024 <3

[myrruwrites]

PLEASE write more streamer jinx😩🙏🙏 I only ever see other characters. it was so funny reading it and imagining what out of pocket things jinx would say

“Long night” | Gf!Jinx doing streaming marathons.

A/N: This is just meant to be a rough draft, putting some thoughts into words. I’m aware it’s not my best work, I just really wanted to give it a shot. Reader wears glasses btw! | thank you a ton for giving me an excuse to write more of this. I love streamer!jinx. I hope this is alright!

WC: 400(?), CC: 2,155 | CW: Gunshot mentions. Jinx is a Fortnite lover. | Pairing: Streamer!Jinx x F!Reader.

You toss and turn, stirring slightly in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open slightly, your gaze meeting the numbers on the alarm clock. 4:00am. “What the fuck am I doing up at 4am?” You think to yourself. You roll onto your side to see if Jinx is asleep still, but to your surprise, you find the spot next to you empty and cold, like she hadn’t been there for hours. Where is she?

That’s when you hear it, the slight sound of gunshots. You let out a soft sigh, prying the covers off of you as you stumble to your feet. You know exactly where Jinx is, exactly what she’s doing.

As you wrap your favourite robe around you, you slide your glasses on. You make your way through the hallway, and unsurprisingly, the door at the end has a bright light peeking through. You can hear the gunshots get louder, mixed with playful rambling. “Ha! Take that! Chat, did you see that?! Headshot!”. A soft smile forms on your face at the familiar voice. You make your way up to the door, before creaking it open slightly. Surely enough, Jinx was sat playing Fortnite attentively, her webcam clearly on.

She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to chat, so you decide to use this to your advantage. You slide into the room, creeping closer. At this point you can see the chat yourself. They’re all saying hello to you, pointing you out. However, Jinx seems completely oblivious to your presence. You place your palms over her headphones, your fingers lightly tugging at them and prying them off her head. It’s at this moment she snaps back to reality and her surroundings, she tilts her head back, looking up into your eyes, “hey tuts!”, before turning back to chat. “why didn’t-ya warn me she was here?”. You laugh softly before responding on behalf of her chat, “they did, I saw them. You just weren’t paying attention, little miss blue.” She scowls as you playfully poke her nose, but you can see the undeniable smirk forming on the edge of her lips. “Yeah yeah, just get in here.” she murmurs, hauling you onto her lap before focusing on her game once more.

“Fuck! That cunt was afk killing me! Chat, I’m so gonna get her back!”

God, she’s such a doofus. Atleast she’s your doofus... this is going to be a long night.

[yazzwrites6962]

Chaos and Cure ♡ Jinx (Arcane)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Arcane Jinx x GN!Handy!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! This could be interpreted as a platonic relationship, or the buildup to something romantic. It's up to you! I do not own any characters/images!

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You are a quiet, handy, hardworking Zaunite who is used to fixing up broken tech and gadgets. Your life changes completely when, one day, the infamous Jinx storms into your shop.

Word Count: 1137

Warnings: Mild mentions of exlopsives and destruction, mentions of trauma

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The first time you met her, it was quiet. Not in the literal sense, of course. Nothing about Jinx is quiet. You were in your workshop, huddled over a broken panel from some long-abandoned tech. Suddenly, the door slammed open like a gunshot.

You didn't flinch. Not because you were brave, but because you had grown used to Zaun's chaos crashing into your life uninvited. That's just how things were. However, the girl who stormed in wasn't just disorderly. She was the embodiment of madness.

Bright blue hair, wild eyes, and a grin that sat crookedly on her face. You recognize her instantly. She's Jinx. Her reputation is infamous, but nothing prepares you for how real she feels. How alive she truly is. Your mind goes silent for a moment.

"Hey gearhead, fix this!" She chirps, dropping something metal and smoking onto your worktable. The piece clatters, nearly knocking your tools to the ground.

"What is it?" You know better than to expect any sort of formal introduction, although the nickname surprises you. You also know that Jinx is mechanically brilliant. At least, from what you hear. You wonder why she can't fix the gadget herself.

"it's supposed to be a trigger mechanism." She crosses her arms, unamused by your hesitation. "It caught slightly on fire. Don't worry. It'll probably only explode if you're really bad at this."

You blink, picking up the damaged device with careful, gloved hands. The metal is warm and warped. There is a faint smell of smoke lingering in the air. You examine it thoroughly, turning it over and over in your hands.

"You overloaded it." You mutter, glancing up at her. She tilts her head, giving you an almost offended expression, like a curious crow staring at a shiny stone.

"Overloaded?!" She scoffed. "No, I improved it! Just... too much..." You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Relax, gearhead. I'm a genius! I just need someone to keep up. That's where you come in."

"Give me an hour." You smile at her dramatics before turning back to the device. "It's not unsalvageable." She raises an eyebrow; a sharp and disapproving look on her face.

"An hour? Are you that slow? I heard you were supposed good at this." So, she had heard of you from somewhere. Her tone is a bit rude, but it doesn't seem to carry any real malice.

"Do you want it fixed, or do you want it fast?" You reply without missing a beat. Her laughter bounces off the walls of your dainty little shop.

"Alright, gearhead. An hour." She chuckles, headed for the door. "Don't blow up!" You don't dignify that with a response. You're already focused on disassembling the smoking pieces of the device.

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Jinx returned an hour later, and then she never really left.

It started small. More gadgets needing repair and weapons she swore shouldn't be jamming. You wonder, at first, why someone like her would come to you. Surely, she could handle all these simple repairs herself. Yet, she keeps showing up, slamming the door like she owns the place and sprawling across your workshop like a cat who refuses to leave.

Her presence is overwhelming. She chatters while you work, her voice filling every quiet corner of your shop. Sometimes, she even sings. Once, she threw a wrench at you to see if you would have any reaction.

"You're so weird." She told you one day, hanging upside down from the pipe which ran across your ceiling. "You're not really scared of me. Most people are. They treat me like a ticking bomb that could go off at any second."

"I know." You mutter without looking up from your work. You feel so opposite to her. She's loud, vibrant, and always moving. You, on the other hand, are quiet. You own a little shop on the edge of Zaun, living out your days monotonously.

"Why?" She swings back and forth, like a pendulum, watching your gentle movements with her electric eyes. "Why are you not all freaked out about me?"

"I think..." You pause, considering how you want to word your thoughts. "I think you're smarter than most people give you credit for. You're a genius, Jinx. Just like you say. Sure, maybe you're a little reckless sometimes, but I've seen the things you bring me. The things you make. I doubt most people can dream up designs like yours."

She is silent. For the first time since you met the girl, there is a long stretch of silence between you two. You look up from your work, worried. You see something shift in her expression, like a crack in a mask you didn't know she was wearing. She looks vulnerable. Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone.

"You like me." She smirks, pointing a finger at you as if she were accusing you of something. "You think I'm pretty and smart and you like me."

"I think you need to be more careful." You chuckle, returning to the gadget you were repairing. "Someday you may end up blowing yourself up, along with everything else."

"Maybe that's the point." She mutters under her breath, so softly that you almost don't hear it, but you do. You choose not to say anything for the meantime, turning back to your work as silence once again stretches between you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Over time, you became her calm. You don't know when it happened, or why. Jinx storms in and out of your life like a hurricane. Yet, you are fond of those rare, quiet moments when you get to see glimpses of something softer. Something she doesn't show to anyone else.

One night, she sits on the floor of your workshop, surrounded by blueprints and half-finished creations. For once, you have nothing to do but keep her company. You watch her tinker with a clockwork bomb, trusting that she won't blow you both to pieces.

"You really think I'm smart?" She asks suddenly. You take a deep breath in, leaning back in your uncomfortable wooden chair.

"I do. Of course I do. I wouldn't lie about that. I wouldn't lie to you at all, Jinx." You say calmly. She doesn't respond right away. Instead, she picks at a smear of grease on her palm. Her expression is impossible to read.

"Everyone else thinks I'm just crazy." She whispers, looking up at you. There's no teasing in her eyes. No crooked grin. She doesn't feel like an insane criminal. Just a girl who doesn't know how to take a compliment. "You're weird."

"And you're a genius. Don't forget that." You smile. She says nothing else, but you can see the soft smile on her lips. The real smile. You wish you could stay that moment, where the chaos feels a little quieter.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Every Night, Every Day, Every Second

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; Jinx being clingy with reader, Jinx doubting herself, reader teasing Jinx, Jinx assuring herself reader is real, first I love yous

|| Summary; when reader and Jinx spend the night cuddling, reader can't help but admire her. Chaos and all.

Requests closed!

Started; December 8th

Finished; December 8th

HurtCember2024; Day 8, Cuddles

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The night was still young as you laid on the couch. Jinx snuggled right up against you. She was never not cuddling with you. Jinx loved to cuddle. At first, it put her off. It took her a while to get used to it. Then once she did? Well, Jinx was all over you. Every night, every day, every second. You were basically Jinx's favourite chair. She loved you. Which was perfect for you.

Physical touch was one of your biggest love languages, so there were never complaints about it from you. Maybe those around you. Always wondering why Jinx was attached to you. You paid them no mind, hardly caring what they thought. Jinx was all that mattered, anyways. She was your rock, just as you were hers.

Night continued to drag on. Neither you or Jinx made an effort to move; did you have stuff to do? Maybe. But this was much better. Feeling Jinx against you, her warmth, steady breathing... it was everything. She was everything. Your eyes wandered down to her. Admiring the way Jinx looked. How at ease she seemed. Even within her chaos, there were moments like these that felt almost domestic in nature. Where you just spent time with your favourite gal. Your hands played with Jinx's hair.

The action brought her attention to you. Jinx looked up into your eyes, seeing the look you were giving her. It made her blush," what is it? Do I have oil on me again?" She asked, rubbing at her cheek. She wasn't sure why you were staring. She wasn't that interesting. Right?

You couldn't help but chuckle, bringing her in even closer. Kissing the spot on her cheek where she rubbed in her search for nonexistent oil," no. You just... I don't know, you're really pretty," you murmured. Your own cheeks turning the same pink as Jinx's.

Jinx looked to you again. Adjusting herself so the two of you were now chest to chest," ya know.. if ya wanted a kiss you could have just taken one, dummy. Don't gotta butter little ol me up." Her hands cupped your cheeks, just feeling you. Assuring herself you're real.

Your hands came up and rested on her wrists, giving Jinx a gentle smile. You knew she needed the assurance, you really didn't mind. You'd let her do anything if it helped," that's not what I was doing, J. But I wouldn't mind a kiss if you're offering~" you teased.

Jinx laughed and kissed you. Her lips soft against your own, moving slowly. With care you didn't see her have with really much else. When the kiss broke, you gave her another brief one, meeting her eyes again," I love you." You hadn't said those words to each other yet. But you meant them. Every letter.

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart rate speeding up. Did you just say...? She wasn't sure she heard you right," say it again?"

You laughed, playfully nudging her," you know, normally this is the part where you say it back."

"I know- I just- say it again."

"I love you," you humoured her. Knowing Jinx probably needed the assurance again. She seemed to just melt in your hold, cuddling up to you further. As though trying to merge your bodies together with no success.

"I love you, too."

[luvst4rc0r3]

oh vi should def catch reader and jinx kissing like its late and reader snuck in id love to see that

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!!

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You weren’t supposed to be here. Like, at all.

Jinx had explicitly said her sister would be home late, plenty of time for the two of you to do whatever you wanted—mainly, making out in her dimly lit bedroom, her fingers tangled in your hair, her breath hot against your lips as she pulled you closer.

Breaking into Jinx’s place wasn’t exactly breaking in—you knew where she kept the spare key (under a very suspiciously placed rubber duck on the windowsill). Besides, you were basically invited… just, y’know, in the most Jinx way possible.

"If you can sneak in without me noticing, you win. If I catch you first, I win. Either way, we make out. Deal?"

A bet was a bet.

So here you were, sneaking into her room like some wannabe cat burglar, heart hammering as you crept past the clutter of gadgets, paint-splattered hoodies, and an absurd number of mismatched socks.

Jinx was sitting at her desk, headphones on, bobbing her head to whatever chaotic playlist she had on shuffle. Perfect.

You tiptoed closer, leaned in, lips brushing her ear—

"Boo."

She yelped, nearly knocking over a cup full of paint brushes before spinning in her chair, wild blue eyes locking onto yours. A second later, her wicked grin appeared.

“You little—”

Whatever she was about to say was cut off when you crashed your lips against hers. She made a muffled sound of surprise before melting into it, fingers curling into your shirt as she yanked you forward.

It started soft—warm, teasing, her lips moving against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. Then she nipped at your bottom lip, just enough to make you gasp, and suddenly it wasn’t soft anymore.

Jinx always kissed like she was trying to steal something—your breath, your self-control, maybe even your damn soul. And honestly?Jinx pulled you into her lap, hands gripping your waist, and you barely had time to adjust before she was kissing you like she had something to prove. Like she was devouring you.

You buried your fingers in her hair, tugging lightly, and she let out a breathy little noise that made your brain short-circuit. Her hands slid under your shirt, fingertips tracing patterns against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Mm, sneaky little thing,” she murmured between kisses, lips brushing against yours. “Gotta admit, wasn’t expecting you to win the bet, but—” she cut herself off with another kiss, deeper this time, making you sigh into her mouth—“I love a surprise.”

“You talk too much,” you whispered, breathless.

Jinx smirked. “Yeah? Make me shut up then.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

She let out a soft, pleased hum as you tilted your head, kissing her slow, deep, like you had all the time in the world. Her arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you. The room, the world, everything faded away until all you could feel was her—her lips, her hands, her warmth—

The door creaked open.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

You froze.

Jinx froze.

Slowly—painfully slowly—you both turned your heads.

"What the hell am I looking at?"

Jinx was still half-straddling you, lips parted, her blue eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. You turned your head slowly, dread pooling in your stomach as you locked eyes with Vi, who stood in the doorway with crossed arms and the expression of an older sibling who had seen too much and was not having it.

Jinx let out a sharp laugh, like she wasn’t the one about to get murdered. "Oh, hey, Vi! Didn’t see ya there!"

Vi’s gaze flicked between the two of you, her eyebrow twitching. "Yeah, clearly. So, which one of you is explaining this?"

You opened your mouth—maybe to apologize, maybe to beg for mercy—but Jinx, being Jinx, only grinned wider.

"Well, y’see, big sis, you rudely interrupted our very important bonding time—"

Vi groaned, rubbing her temples. "I don’t need to hear this, Jinx."

"You asked!"

"I regret asking!"

You, still lying there with Jinx half on top of you, were contemplating whether disappearing into the void was a viable option.

Vi sighed deeply, like she was going to have to burn this entire memory from her brain later. "I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see anything. But if I come home and hear anything, I’m kicking both your asses out."

With that, she turned on her heel and shut the door behind her.

Silence.

Then Jinx flopped onto you dramatically, still laughing. "So, that went well, huh?"

You groaned. "Jinx."

The door slammed behind her. Silence.

Then Jinx snorted. “Sooo… round two?”

You groaned, hiding your burning face in her shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Liar.”

And she kissed you again.

MY WHOLE FAMILY IS SICK EXCEPT ME!!

I want sleep

[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. 

[anticipatedexhale]

Arcane women and promise rings? Like reader hand makes it out of whatever they got and gives it to the girls and how they would react

hihiii this is suchhh a cute idea omgg.

How romantic you made them a promise ring!.

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♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, mel, sevika, jinx, ambessa, vi.

☆ ◞ summary: you swoon them over with a hand made promise ring!

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader.flufff!!

Mel Medarda.

The evening was painted in gold, the last rays of the sun filtering through the grand windows of Mel’s private chambers. The room was as lavish as ever—fine silk curtains, elegant sculptures, and artwork that spoke of power and refinement. But despite the luxury surrounding her, Mel sat in quiet contemplation by the balcony, a glass of wine resting idly in her hand.

She had been deep in thought all day, her mind burdened with the endless political games of Piltover’s elite. Her expression, normally poised and unreadable, was slightly softer now, the weight of it all evident in her tired posture.

That’s when you approached, your hands nervously clutching a small box.

You had spent weeks working on this. It wasn’t extravagant like the jewelry Mel was used to—it wasn’t encrusted with rare gems or crafted by Piltover’s finest artisans. But it was yours. Every twist of metal, every etched detail, every imperfection… it was made with your own hands.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer, your voice gentle. “Mel?”

She turned to you, her golden eyes flickering with curiosity at your tone. A small smile played at her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes yet. “Hmm? What is it, darling?”

You hesitated for a moment before holding out the box. “I… made you something.”

Mel raised a delicate brow, setting her glass down before reaching for the small package. Her fingers, always graceful, carefully undid the ribbon before opening it.

Inside, the promise ring gleamed in the dim light.

It was simple, yet undeniably thoughtful—crafted with an elegant design that suited her perfectly. You had carefully engraved a small pattern along the inside, a design inspired by the murals of Noxus, a quiet nod to her past.

Mel was silent.

For the first time in a long while, she seemed stunned.

You watched as she lifted the ring between her fingers, studying it with an unreadable expression. Your heart pounded in your chest—was it too simple? Too unrefined? Was this a mistake?

Then, she spoke—her voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“You… made this?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous under her intense gaze. “Yeah. I know it’s not the kind of jewelry you usually wear, but I wanted it to be something personal. Something that… means something.” You swallowed. “It’s a promise. That no matter where you go, no matter what happens, I’ll be here. With you.”

Mel’s lips parted slightly, her fingers tightening around the ring as if it were something fragile, something precious. Slowly, she looked up at you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her carefully guarded walls slipped—just a little.

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she reached for your hand, her touch impossibly gentle as she slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

For a long moment, she simply stared at it, as if memorizing the feel of it against her skin. Then, a slow, genuine smile spread across her lips.

“You are full of surprises,” she murmured, her voice laced with something deep, something warm.

Before you could respond, she pulled you into her arms, her embrace soft yet firm, like she never wanted to let go. Her fingers traced gentle patterns along your back as she whispered, “I’ll hold you to that promise, you know.”

There was something vulnerable in her tone—something rare.

You smiled against her shoulder, your arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I meant every word.”

Mel pulled back slightly, just enough to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, her golden eyes filled with something unreadable, something dangerously close to love.

She lifted her hand again, admiring the ring once more, before glancing at you with a smirk. “You do realize this means I’ll have to outdo you, right?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

And for the rest of the night, Mel kept glancing at the ring, her fingers brushing over it absentmindedly—proof that, for once, someone had given her something real. Something that wasn’t about politics, power, or war.

Something that was simply you.

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Caitlyn kiramman.

Piltover’s skyline stretched endlessly beyond Caitlyn’s balcony, the city lights flickering like stars against the deep blue of the evening sky. The cool air carried the faint scent of rain, and somewhere in the distance, the muffled sounds of the city continued as always—never truly sleeping, never truly silent.

Caitlyn had just returned home from an exhausting day. The precinct had been chaos, the kind of day where nothing seemed to go right—criminals slipping through the cracks, paperwork stacking higher than she could manage, and politics interfering with justice. It was enough to make her sigh the moment she stepped through the door, peeling off her coat and running a hand through her hair.

That’s when she noticed you.

You were standing near her desk, looking slightly nervous, a small box clutched between your fingers.

She raised a brow, immediately sensing that something was up. “You look suspicious,” she teased, a tired but genuine smile tugging at her lips as she stepped closer.

You chuckled, shifting on your feet. “Suspicious? I thought I looked charming.”

Caitlyn smirked, placing a hand on her hip. “That remains to be seen. What are you hiding?”

You hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and holding the box out to her. “I, um… made you something.”

The amusement in Caitlyn’s eyes softened into curiosity as she carefully took the box from your hands. Her fingers brushed against yours for a brief second—a small, familiar touch that made your heartbeat quicken.

Slowly, she opened it.

Inside sat a promise ring, simple yet carefully crafted. The band was sturdy but elegant, made to withstand her fast-paced life as an Enforcer. You had taken extra care to engrave a delicate design on the inside—tiny, interwoven lines that resembled a winding path, symbolizing the journeys you’d take together.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched slightly.

She wasn’t the type to be rendered speechless often, but as she held the ring between her fingers, her usual sharp wit faltered.

“You… made this?” she finally asked, her voice softer than before.

You nodded, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. “Yeah. I know it’s not as fancy as the jewelry you probably grew up with, but—”

Caitlyn cut you off with a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she turned the ring in her palm. “Are you joking? This is perfect.”

You blinked. “It is?”

She glanced up at you then, her deep blue eyes filled with something warm—something unguarded. “Of course, it is. You made it. That alone makes it better than anything I could buy.”

She slipped the ring onto her finger, admiring how it fit. It wasn’t extravagant, it wasn’t something that screamed wealth or status, but it was hers. And more importantly, it was from you.

For a moment, Caitlyn just stared at it, an unreadable expression flickering across her face.

Then, without warning, she stepped forward and pulled you into a firm, heartfelt embrace. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, her body pressing into yours as she buried her face against your shoulder.

You felt her exhale deeply, as if letting go of all the stress from earlier, letting herself breathe for the first time all day.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice just above a whisper. “I don’t think you realize how much this means to me.”

You smiled, your arms tightening around her. “I just wanted you to have something real. Something that’s ours.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands still resting against your waist as she studied your face, her expression softer than you had ever seen it. “It is. And I promise, I’ll wear it every single day.”

Caitlyn was a woman of her word.

And as she laced her fingers with yours, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over your knuckles, you knew—without a doubt—that she meant it.

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Ambessa.

The Noxian war tent was quiet—an unusual thing, given that it was usually filled with the sharp clatter of weapons, the deep hum of strategy meetings, or the bold laughter of hardened soldiers. But now, there was only the flickering of torchlight and the steady sound of Ambessa sharpening her blade, the steel whispering against the whetstone.

She sat at the large war table, maps and battle plans sprawled out before her. She was always planning, always calculating her next move—such was the way of a general who had built an empire with her own hands.

But tonight, you had something else planned.

You took a slow breath before stepping forward, setting a small metal band beside her weapon. The contrast was almost comical—her massive sword, engraved with the blood of history, and the simple ring you had crafted with your own hands.

Ambessa glanced at it, then at you, arching a brow. “What’s this?”

You crossed your arms, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous. “A ring.”

She let out a low, amused chuckle. “I can see that. But why are you giving it to me?”

You shifted, feeling the warmth of the fire behind you. “It’s a promise ring. I made it.”

That got her attention. Ambessa stopped sharpening her blade, setting it aside before picking up the ring with the same hands that had conquered nations. It looked small between her fingers, delicate compared to the war-forged armor she wore.

“You made this?” Her voice was quieter now, but no less commanding.

You nodded. “I figured… you have a lot of power. A lot of people swear loyalty to you, but it’s always tied to war, to politics. I wanted to give you something different. Something that isn’t about conquest.”

Ambessa was silent for a long moment, turning the ring over in her fingers, examining every imperfect groove and scratch. You had worked hard on it, even consulting a blacksmith to make sure it was strong—strong enough to survive even her.

When she finally looked back at you, her expression was unreadable, but there was something there—something soft.

“You know, in Noxus, promises are not made lightly,” she murmured, slipping the ring onto her finger. It wasn’t ornate, but it fit well enough, and she seemed to appreciate the weight of it. “They are binding. A vow, once given, is expected to be upheld—no matter the cost.”

You swallowed. “I know.”

Ambessa tilted her head, watching you with sharp, knowing eyes. Then, with a slow smirk, she leaned forward, her presence commanding even in the quiet. “Then tell me—what exactly are you promising, little one?”

You held her gaze, steady despite the way she had a way of making people feel small in her presence. “That no matter what battles you fight, no matter how much the world sees you as just a warrior, you won’t have to carry everything alone. That someone will always be here… not because they have to, but because they choose to.”

Something flickered in her golden eyes—something rare.

Then, to your surprise, she let out a deep, satisfied chuckle. “Hah. You truly are foolish.”

You blinked. “Uh—”

Before you could react, Ambessa reached out, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your face up toward hers. There was no mocking in her expression, no condescension—only something heavy, something real.

“But I suppose,” she murmured, glancing down at the ring once more, “even a fool can make something worthy of keeping.”

And with that, she pulled you into a firm, unshakable embrace, as if sealing the promise herself.

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Vi.

The night was quiet—rare for Zaun. Usually, the city never slept, filled with the distant clang of machinery, the hum of shimmer deals happening in dark alleys, and the occasional brawl breaking out in the slums. But for once, things were still. Peaceful.

Vi sat on the rooftop of your shared hideout, leaning back on her hands, legs stretched out as she watched the neon lights flicker in the distance. She had been quiet all night, which was unlike her. No teasing, no playful jabs—just a sort of tired stillness that weighed on her shoulders.

You knew why. She’d been out all day handling trouble—some gang fight that nearly turned ugly, a reminder that no matter how much she wanted to change things, Zaun always found a way to pull her back into its chaos.

That’s why you were here. That’s why the small, handmade ring in your pocket felt heavier than it should.

You took a deep breath and sat beside her, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You good?”

Vi blinked, then turned her head toward you with a lopsided smirk—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You hummed, pretending to be casual as you pulled something from your pocket. “Well… maybe this’ll help.”

Vi glanced at your closed fist, curiosity flickering in her tired pink eyes. “What, you finally got me a golden tooth so I can match Sevika?”

You snorted. “No, but I did make you something.”

With that, you opened your hand, revealing a simple metal ring. It wasn’t flashy—not polished like something you’d find in Piltover, not encrusted with gems. But it was solid, sturdy, and built to last. Just like her.

Vi blinked, completely caught off guard. “Wait… you made this?”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Yeah. Took me a while, but I figured… I dunno, you always put yourself in the middle of fights, always taking hits for other people. Thought maybe you deserved something that’s just… for you.”

For once, Vi was speechless.

She picked up the ring, turning it over in her calloused fingers, tracing the rough edges. She wasn’t the type to get sentimental over gifts, but this—this was different. This wasn’t some expensive piece of jewelry from Piltover, wasn’t something someone threw money at to impress her.

This was you.

After a long moment, she exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking her head. “You really went and made me a promise ring, huh?”

You nudged her with your elbow, suddenly nervous. “Shut up. It’s not dumb, okay?”

Vi grinned, but there was something soft in her expression—something rare. “Nah, it’s not dumb. Just didn’t think anyone would… y’know. Do something like this for me.”

She slipped the ring onto her finger, flexing her hand as if testing how it felt. It wasn’t perfect, wasn’t smooth, but that didn’t matter. It was real.

And then, without warning, she leaned over and pressed a firm kiss against your temple. Not rushed, not teasing—just solid, grounding.

“Guess that means I gotta keep my promise too, huh?” she murmured.

You tilted your head. “And what exactly are you promising?”

Vi grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against her side. “To keep you safe, dumbass. And maybe—just maybe—get us out of this city one day. Just you and me.”

And as the neon lights flickered in the distance, she twisted the ring around her finger, a silent reminder that, for once in her life, she had something worth staying for.

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Jinx.

Finding Jinx was never easy.

She was like a ghost—always slipping in and out of the shadows, disappearing for days, only to reappear like nothing happened, a manic grin on her face and a new stash of explosives in her arms. But you knew her better than most. Knew that beneath all the chaos, all the unpredictability, there was still a girl who needed something—someone—to come back to.

That’s why you were here now, weaving through the abandoned warehouse she had claimed as her latest hideout, the dim glow of neon lights casting eerie shadows across the walls.

You spotted her up ahead, sitting cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with one of her gadgets. She was humming to herself, lost in her own world, before her head snapped up at the sound of your footsteps.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," she drawled, spinning a wrench in her hands before tossing it over her shoulder with a clatter. "Did ya miss me?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer. "You’ve been gone for three days, Jinx."

She grinned, unbothered. "Aww, you keepin’ track? Cute."

You sighed, shaking your head. No matter how much she deflected with jokes, with teasing, you could see the exhaustion creeping at the edges of her expression. The kind of exhaustion that came from running too long, from never stopping.

"Here," you said, pulling something from your pocket. "I, uh… made you something."

Jinx’s blue eyes flickered with curiosity as you dropped a small, handmade ring into her palm. It was rough, slightly uneven, made from repurposed metal scraps you had carefully bent and shaped into something hers.

She blinked, tilting her head. "What, a ring? What, you proposin’ to me now?"

You chuckled. "It’s a promise ring, Jinx. Not a wedding band."

She held it up to the dim light, watching it glint as she twirled it between her fingers. "Hmm… so what's the promise?"

You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous. Jinx wasn’t like other people—she didn’t trust easily, didn’t believe in things the way most did. But you had to try.

"That I’m not going anywhere," you said softly. "No matter how far you run, no matter what happens… I’ll always be here."

Jinx went still.

The air between you felt heavier, the usual playfulness in her expression faltering for just a second. She stared at the ring, then at you, something flickering in her eyes—something unsure, something vulnerable.

"That’s a pretty big promise," she muttered, voice quieter now.

You nodded. "Yeah. But it’s one I plan on keeping."

Jinx was quiet for a long moment. Then, suddenly, she grinned wide, slipping the ring onto her pinky finger with a dramatic flourish.

"Well, duh you’re gonna keep it," she said, leaning in close until your noses almost touched. "‘Cause if ya don’t, I’ll find ya."

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. "Yeah, I figured."

But before you could say anything else, she grabbed your wrist and tugged you down onto the floor beside her, settling against your side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Y'know," she murmured, playing with the ring, "it's kinda nice… havin’ somethin’ to come back to."

And in that moment, you knew—you had given her something no one else had. A reason to believe.

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Sevika.

Sevika wasn’t the kind of woman who cared for sentimental things. She lived in a world where promises were just words, where loyalty was bought and sold, and where people who got too attached ended up dead.

That’s why this was stupid.

At least, that’s what you told yourself as you sat at The Last Drop, waiting for her shift to end. The dim glow of the bar lights flickered above you, the scent of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke lingering in the air. Sevika was across the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching over the patrons like a wolf waiting for an excuse to sink her teeth into someone.

She hadn't noticed you yet.

Good. That gave you another minute to talk yourself out of this.

But before you could, Sevika’s gruff voice cut through the noise. “You’ve been sitting there for a while.”

You looked up just in time to see her approach, her mechanical arm gleaming under the low light. She pulled a chair out and sat down heavily, eyeing you with mild amusement. “Something on your mind?”

Your fingers clenched around the small piece of metal in your pocket. This is dumb. She’s gonna laugh.

But you had already come this far.

Wordlessly, you pulled the ring out and set it on the table between you.

Sevika blinked, then looked at you with a raised brow. “What’s this?”

You swallowed. “A promise ring. I made it.”

For a moment, she just stared at you. Then, she let out a low chuckle and leaned back in her chair. “The hell are we? A couple of love-drunk teenagers?”

Your stomach twisted. “Look, if you don’t—”

Her fingers closed over the ring before you could finish.

She turned it over in her palm, inspecting it like she would a blade—searching for flaws, for weaknesses. And yet, she didn’t toss it aside. Didn’t mock it. Didn’t mock you.

“You made this?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

You nodded. “Yeah. Figured… you don’t have a lot of things that are just yours. Thought maybe you should.”

She was quiet for a long moment. The usual sharpness in her expression dulled slightly, something unreadable flickering in her eyes.

Then, without a word, she slipped the ring onto her pinky finger.

It was rough, imperfect, but it fit.

“You know promises don’t mean shit in Zaun,” she muttered, flexing her fingers like she was testing the weight of it.

You exhaled. “I know. But this one does.”

Sevika studied you for a moment before shaking her head with a smirk. “You’re a damn fool.”

But she didn’t take the ring off.

Instead, she stood, ruffling your hair roughly before walking away—ring still on her hand, fingers brushing over it absentmindedly.

And for Sevika, that was as close to an I love you as you were ever going to get.

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Author note: THIS WAS SO COOL TO WRITE OMG FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE CHAT

[proseandpretrichor]

Entwined | Jinx x Reader

Word Count: 598

Warnings: none -> just a short little thought blurb I had to write so my mind would shut up so I can sleep

You were her opposite in every way. It was hardly fathomable– the crazed criminal somehow wooing such a quiet and kind person such as yourself. You did share her notorious ambitions, just existing as a simple botanist living in one of the few docile suburbs of the undercity. You were the type of person to leave bowls of milk and water for the stray animals roaming the streets, unlike your cloud filled mind of your partner often found too dazed by the whirlwinds of her own mind to focus on anything else. While she built mechanisms of chaos, you created simple melodies of plants into teas, tonics, and remedies. Often selling these little miracles for such a small cost it seemed as though you were giving them away for free, something that was nearly unheard of in a place like the undercity. And these products not only were affordable, they worked! They worked exceptionally well, whereas the working class of the Undercity were doomed to rely on shimmer to continue with the grueling pace of the labor demands to provide, to eat, and sleep in a sheltered abode, you offered a chance of true health, of hope, of rest, of peace. Naturally, those who knew you, cherished you, none more so than Jinx. While at first the coupling seemed confusing and odd it soon clicked and couldn’t seem to make more sense. Jinx protected you and cherished you away from the extortionists of the Undercity, seeking to take your gifts and extort them for profit. In exchange for no cost, you gave Jinx a real understanding of the concept of true love, healthy love, happy love – no strings or obligations attached. You accepted her as she was waiting patiently to understand her past, unraveling the strings that wove together the misunderstood woman who held your heart in her jittery hands. And when the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked and you stood back and made sense of the whole picture that made Jinx well Jinx, you didn’t cower away in annoyance or fear, but embraced all the parts of her, even the messy jagged broken fragments. Even though it seemed as though your intertwined existences seemed to cancel the other out, you didn’t try to change her or soften her. You allowed her the freedom to exist as she was meant to, and figure out her place in the world, even when at most times she seemed to want nothing more to destroy it and certainly did her best to. And she knew… she knew for every explosion made by her hands, you were somewhere else mending the cracks and sewing the holes into faded little scares. So it really didn’t matter, then did it? — is the conclusion most people end on. It didn’t matter that you two were so biologically different, not when somehow it made you fit together all the while better. Besides, it's not like anyone could successfully tear you two apart, not if Jinx had anything to say about it– and she certainly did, as long as she was breathing you would be by her side. It didn’t matter what the pair of you concluded the tasks of the day, you would find your way back to each other. Wrapped into an embrace, one that slowly recharged the energy the day demanded of the two of you, and in that little pocket of the Undercity, a place of the forsaken, there was perfection given to the most damned of all women. So perhaps that makes her all the more deserving of it, you decide. 

[bblairxe]

Can I request a Jinx x reader in which Jinx maybe sees reader with some young kids from Zaun and sees how good she is with the kids and starts thinking about building a family with reader? Possible smut at the end if you want!!

content warnings : none ! jinx nd reader are just very in love with eachother lolol wc : 900

the streets of zaun were never quiet, kids always running around, vendors advertising their products, and people talking loudly amongst themselves. jinx was strolling through the alleys, trying to see what trouble she could conjure up next. until she sees you, her girlfriend. she paused as she watched you crouch down with a soft smile, handing out pieces of food to the zauntie kids.

their grubby hands happily reached out for the fruit, shoving the food in their mouths like they haven’t ate in ages. you giggle at the sight, reminiscing on how it felt to once be so pure and innocent. you give them the last pieces of your food which they accepted with the goofiest smile on their faces. 

jinx leaned against the wall, the neon lights reflecting off of her vibrant blue hair. her smirk faltered as a big smile replaced, watching the way you are with kids made her heart flutter. the way you spoke to the kids, your voice gentle and soft, how you would give them smaller portions so if they eat too fast they won’t choke, how you gave up your food to make sure they were full even though you were still a bit hungry. it was all so heart warming to the point she caught herself tearing up.

a strange warmth formed in her chest. she’s seen you fight before, stand your ground against enforcers and thugs, but this gentler side of you — it was something new. something that made her need something she never knew she needed before.

the kids ran off, their laughter echoing down the street as they disappeared into the shadows, their bellies full and spirits lifted. you straightened up, brushing off your hands, but a prickling sensation at the back of your neck made you pause, someone was watching you.

turning toward the alley, your eyes locked onto a familiar pair of bright, mischievous blues. you knew those eyes anywhere—jinx’s eyes. you didn’t hesitate, your feet carrying you toward her as her grin widened, her arms already opening to pull you in.

“jinx,” you started, ready to rant about what just happened, the chaos of the day still fresh on your tongue. but before you could get a single word out, she silenced you.

her lips crashed against yours in an unstoppable flurry of kisses, her hands gripping you tightly as if afraid you might vanish. each kiss was desperate, breathless, and full of emotions she wasn’t ready to put into words.

“jinx, love,” you pull away, holding her face in your hands. “let me tell you what i just did.” 

she breathes out heavily, her breath being taken away by the intensity of your kisses. she looks at you with eyes full of love and wraps her arms firmly around your waist to fight the urge of smothering you in more kisses. “i know toots, you looked so sweet caring for those kids.” 

the way she spoke caught you off guard, throwing your head for a whirl, but you couldn’t miss what she said. “you were watching me?” you asked through giggles, smoothing your hand over her cheek. 

“couldn’t help it,” she said with a lopsided grin, her voice quieter now, as if she’s shy. “you’re amazing, you know that? the way you took care of those kids . . it’s like you were made for it or something.”

her words hit you harder than expected, it felt like the entire world around you stopped going on and it was just the two of you there. “they just needed someone to look out for them,” you mumble shyly, trying to down play the whole situation. 

“nah, it’s more than that, toots,” she said, studying every little detail on your face like she was trying to memorize them all. “you’ve got this way of making people feel safe. even me.”

her voice wavered slightly, and you saw something you rarely ever saw from her — vulnerability. jinx is always so filled with chaos and mischief that it’s rare for you to see her so soft, almost fragile. 

“jinx,” you began, seeing the tears well up in her eyes made your heart shatter even though they were there for a good reason. yet, she cut you off again with a kiss, this time it was more gentle.

when she pulled back, you were met with her glossy eyes and plump lips. she leaned closer to you, her lips ghosting over yours and whispered, “watching you tonight . . it made me think. what if, what if we had something like that? not just us but, a family.”

her confession hung in the air for a moment as you took in her words. the idea of having kids never crossed your mind, the two of you never talked about it but the more you dwelled on it, the more you did what felt was right. 

“you want a family?” you asked, your voice soft and barely audible. 

“with you? yeah.” she admitted, her usual confidence slipping with the weight of her words. “i mean, i never thought of it before, but seeing you with those kids? it just feels right, we feel right.” she confessed, taking your hands into hers and watching your expression carefully.

your chest tightened, emotions swirling as you cupped her face, bring your foreheads to where they’re touching. “jinx, you’d be amazing at it,” you started, but she quickly corrected you with, “we’d be amazing at it.” 

you let out a breathless laugh as her hands trailed up your back and pulled you closer, bringing the two of you in for a deep, passionate kiss.

[minnixiii]

Just found out that i have PCOS and a large ovarian cyst currently (pray i don’t need surgery) so let’s cope with

arcane girls with a s/o who has PCOS 🎀

warnings: overwhelming self indulgent duh, talk of medical conditions, periods, cramping, surgery, sex, blood— overall just a very dark topic turned into a fluffy little fic to cope ❤︎

characters include: caitlyn, jinx, vi, sevika

🎀 JINX

• very confused at first on what it is

“polycystic what now?”

• very supportive and helpful though!

• always carries period medication and birth control pills with her in case you ever need

• always feels super helpless when you have a breakdown about how bad your cramps hurt and will gently massage your abdomen when they do come

• encourages you to come outside and walk around a bit because movement helps her cramps!

• made you a cute pill dispenser for everyday you need to take your medicine

• runs out with sevika to buy a bunch of your favorite snacks and drinks!

• will definitely do a bunch of skincare with you when your acne flares up

“i don’t know much about it but— i heard this helps!”

🎀 VI

• clueless pt. 2

• didnt get much help when she first got her period so she’s just as clueless

• definitely drags you out of bed to exercise when you gain weight from said birth control..

• changes the sheets when you stain the bed from the spontaneous periods

“hey, relax. go clean up and i’ll throw them in the wash, don’t worry about it.”

• her hands are always warm so—

• personal heating pad ‼️

• feeling her hands on your abdomen and the pain is gone.

• you swear she’s magic somehow?!

🎀 CAITLYN

• not as clueless

• has definitely heard of it before if she doesn’t have much knowledge

• also reminds you to take your birth control pills

• she remembers to take them more than you do 💀

• runs you warm baths when you’re cramping harshly and makes you tea

“shh, let me help you, okay?”

• made you coffee once and lectured you when you didn’t tell her you can’t have caffeine

• waxes you. i’m not taking any criticism.

• her toxic trait is noticing hair growing back before you do

“babe, you have a mustache hair— lemme pluck it!”

• finds it very therapeutic

🎀 SEVIKA

• clueless pt. 3 (help)

• you’ll have to explain in depth to this one guys

“…so you have hairs on your ovaries?” “sevika, no—“

• BIG WARM BUFF MOMMY

• sorry my ovaries are talking (ba dum chhh 🥁)

• buys your favorite snacks with jinx

• monitors when you get your period

• when you first found out you were scared to have sex with her, worried you’d hurt yourself

• she respected your decision and waited until you felt ready again to have intimacy with her

“i’ll wait for you, i have no problem with it.”

• gives the best warm cuddles when you need them

written by minnixii 🎀 2024 <3

[plumeria1]

Jinx new friend

Masterlist

Note : Jinx and Isha deserved more time together 😢 Hope you like it 😉

Warning : None

Content : Fluff and a bit of angst ? (I'm not sure)

Pairing : Jinx x Fem Reader, Isha x Fem Reader (platonic)

Summary : Jinx is not alone when you come home

You were walking through the streets of Zaun with your head down, a hood covering your hair, passing through the less frequented streets and making sure not to attract anyone's attention.

You held tightly to the bag you had brought, now filled to the brim; it was a bit heavy, but it was worth it.

You were coming back from Piltover, where a small festival was taking place, in the city and the opportunity was too good to miss.

Generally, you didn't go to Piltover often, but today you had a very specific reason: to find a gift for your girlfriend, Jinx.

With Jinx's face plastered on every wall in Zaun and Piltover, you had agreed that it was better for her to keep a low profile for a while.

Jinx didn't always stay in your hideout; she often wandered the streets of Zaun but she made sure not to be noticed.

Jinx hadn't been doing very well lately. Accidentally killing Silco had really affected her. She stayed in bed for a week without getting up. Every time you returned from a trip through the streets of Zaun, she would drag you to bed, lay her head on your chest, and stay there without moving for several hours, allowing you to run your fingers through her hair.

Sometimes her nightmares were so intense that her screams would wake you up. In those moments, you would take her in your arms and spend long minutes comforting her, and often she would end up falling asleep in your arms.

That's why you had taken advantage of this day to give her a gift: in your bag was an adorable all-white cat plushie, and you had immediately known that Jinx would love it.

She was surely going to cover it with all sorts of colors, and you didn't mind at all; you loved seeing her have fun drawing on everything and anything. It always made her happy, and seeing her like that made you happy too.

You descended the hidden staircase that led to your hideout, hearing Jinx long before you saw her.

-What am I going to do now? It's not like I could chase you away, you'd just end up alone. Who would take care of you ?

You thought she was still talking to her voices. It happened to her often lately, surely because of Silco's premature death. But the more you heard her, the more it seemed like she was talking to a real person.

You placed your bag at your feet and removed your sweatshirt, freeing your braid from the hood, and let the air refresh you before joining Jinx.

-Jinx, who are you talking to ?

She turned around abruptly and had a slight embarrassed look upon seeing you.

-Um. I need to tell you something.

Behind her, you saw a little girl timidly appear, who didn't seem older than 10 years old. She was brunette and wore a miner's helmet; her amber eyes never left you.

-Who is she ?

-Her name's Isha, she fell on me. Literally. I mean, I was walking down the street when she fell on me.

You looked at Isha more closely. She didn't seem mean or dangerous. Jinx didn't seem to be wary either, which meant there was nothing to fear.

Your voice softened.

-What is she doing here, did she follow you?

Jinx didn't let anyone else but you and Sevika come here; the only other person who could set foot here without being chased away by Jinx's gun was Silco, but now he would never come again.

-I brought her with me. I don't even know why. I couldn't leave her there all alone. I had to do something.

She really didn't seem to know why she had brought this little girl. But if Isha was alone, it surely meant her parents were dead, because in Zaun, no parent abandons their child.

That's when you understood. Just as Silco had done for her all those years ago, Jinx had now, in turn, saved an abandoned child deprived of her family.

Behind her, Isha continued to look at you shyly, her golden eyes seeming lost, shifting between you and Jinx without really knowing where to settle them.

You hadn't said anything, but Jinx knew you wouldn't chase this little girl away because you loved children and knew what it was like to be alone without parents.

You approached her and crouched down to her level. She backed away a bit when she saw you reach into your bag, but she calmed down when you offered her a candy with a smile.

-It looks like you've just found yourself a new home, sweetie.

Isha caught you by surprise when she threw herself into your arms, her head against your chest, and hugged you tightly. You smiled and stroked her hair.

Jinx looked at both of you, and for the first time in a long while, a small smile spread across her lips. She knew that everything would be better now.