#jinx fluff

[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

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

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.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

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.

[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

[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

~~~

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."

[bloodhoundsandplagues]

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. 

[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. 

[just4jinx]

echoes of rain and love.

(wlw fem!reader x jinx, sfw)

tags: pure fluff, established friendship and mutual crush, jinx follows you around without your knowledge, silco is alive, quick mentions of weapons + bombs, shimmer!jinx, arcane!jinx (18+ age)

notes: honestly this is just self-indulgent bc i love jinx so much. it's short n sweet, sorry!

wc: 1.2k

the moon replaced the sun in the sky as the streets became more busy, people flooding in and out of the multiple bars, clubs and brothels around. you thought to call it a day, keeping only one dim lamp on in your bedroom before throwing yourself down on your double bed. it always felt more lonely at night.

with your head gently placed on your pillow, a deep sigh escaped your lips, fluttering your eyes shut after a few moments. you had no real intention of sleeping yet since you were dying to continue a book you started the previous morning, but exhaustion got the better of you, allowing you to slowly doze off on top of the covers.

close to half an hour passed before a loud crash followed by the sound of items falling to the floor woke you up from your sleep. you sat up as fast as you could, heart pounding hard in your chest as you scanned the room. your gaze moved from your books scattered across the floor to jinx standing by the window, but it took you a few seconds to realise she wasn't on the outside of it.

"look, don't be mad.." jinx began, her voice almost as low as a whisper, holding up her hands in defence while a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "i just wanted some company. sevika's out working, and i was lonely."

you exhaled as you shook your head in disbelief, begging your heart rate to decrease as soon as possible.

"i'm flattered i'm your second option." you couldn't help but smile. this wasn't the first time your friend broke into your apartment just to see you, you just wished she would let you know beforehand and enter like anyone else would, through the front door.

you ran your slender fingers through your hair, watching closely as jinx tiptoed around the belongings she knocked over on her way in, approaching your bed with a slight pout.

"aw, come on. you know you're my first, really." her tone was playful but it was clear she meant every word. you're constantly shocked at how she can have so much energy quite literally twenty four hours of the day. jinx plopped herself on your bed, causing you both to bounce a little, eliciting a tired groan from you.

"sooo, whatcha been up to?" jinx sat crossed legged opposite you, her attention entirely on you and your answer. you had to take a few moments to think, not that you did much in the day.

"work." you rolled your eyes while tucking some strands of hair behind both ears, soon noticing the way your lamp flickered to your side. "it feels like that's all i do lately. i'm exhausted."

jinx tilted her head to one side in curiosity and you saw her pick at her own nail polish, leaving every single nail chipped. she can never stay still, no matter what.

"so why don't you quit?" jinx's question caused you to lightly laugh, assuming it was unworthy of an answer. silco has covered everything for jinx since the day he took her into his care. money hasn't been a problem for her for a while now and she currently has a guaranteed place to live. she's not entitled or even ungrateful by any means, she just has no reason to handle currency anymore.

after pushing yourself back up against the headboard of the bed, you trailed your eyes back up to jinx's face, noticing and loving the way her pink eyes shimmered in the dark room. her braids laid neatly across her lap; you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like with her hair completely down. you imagined yourself running a brush or even your own fingers through her hair, listening to jinx hum her favourite song.

"you still making those little chompers?" you asked curiously, jinx's face instantly lighting up.

"you bet! the one i'm currently working on is gonna be even bigger and better than the last! i'm thinking of testing it on some pesky enforcers once it's done." her excitement plastered a smile onto your face, giggling at her enthusiasm. sometimes you wished she would invite you to her weapon testings, but you knew she didn't purely for your own safety. hurting you in any way would absolutely destroy her.

"then, you'll have to let me know how it goes. just maybe not at one in the morning, okay?" truth is, deep down you wouldn't get angry at her even if she came to you at five.

your friend leaned forward to mess up your hair, chuckling to herself soon after. "i wouldn't count on it." her gaze quickly landed on your window due to the raindrops gliding down the glass, the sound of thunder indicating a storm was quickly approaching.

the weather was enough to make you rush out of bed and head for your wardrobe, taking ahold of some comfy pyjama shorts alongside a black oversized t-shirt, throwing them onto jinx's lap.

"you're not going out in that. i know what you're thinking." you frowned as you spoke to her, your voice full of concern and care. the other girl parted her lips to protest but you cut her off instantly. "you can stay here tonight, if you'd like."

jinx glanced down at your clothes, suddenly in her own world while she ran her fingers across the soft materials. eventually she nodded, unexpectedly giving in with a grin.

"more time with you? don't have to tell me twice." her sweet giggles filled the room, feeling your own heart swell with adoration. you turned your back to her, letting her change into your clothes in peace.

the rain continued to hammer down outside, wind howling too. once jinx stated she was done, you turned on your heel to face her, deciding to fold her clothes up for her before gesturing towards your empty bed. you thought it would take a miracle for her to settle down considering her hyper nature, but to your surprise she slid under the covers and let out a soft sigh. you've never seen her so peaceful or still before, and you weren't sure you'd ever see her this way again.

you followed suit, scooting in bed beside her and pulling the duvet further up to reach your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself up.

without any warning jinx rolled from her back onto her side to face you, your eyes widening with surprise when you noticed her face was merely centimetres away from yours. blood rose slightly in your cheeks, unable to find any words to speak.

jinx's pink eyes remained glued to yours, and her sweet smile never faded. something about this moment was just so beautiful and you felt like there was nothing you wouldn't do to freeze time. the room was quiet, except for the distant thunder rolling in waves. you took your hand and pushed some strands of hair out of jinx’s face, your touch slow and soothing, as if trying to match the rhythm of your deepening breaths.

the soft crackle of lightning illuminated the room for a brief second, casting fleeting shadows over both of your faces. you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to jinx’s nose, then another to her forehead, your lips lingering just for a moment. a bigger smile curled on the other girls lips, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. you both nestled closer, your legs tangling beneath the covers, comforted by each other's presence. eventually, your eyes drifted shut, and you surrendered to sleep, wondering if jinx will still be beside you in the morning.

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Jinx and Isha x Isha's identical twin reader [fluff]

"Team for life"

@ayedomino0 here you go, love

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Trigger Warning: I don't think there's any, just pure fluff which is unusual for me, but we all need it after act 2. Also I'm not used to writing for three characters at once, so this probably isn't any sort of masterpiece. I also think I may have subconsciously written reader as female, so sorry male and enby readers. This is also pretty fast paced. Also, I don't know what it's like to have a twin, but I hope I didn't write Isha and Reader as the typical twin stereotype shown in movies.

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"Alright, alright, Y/N, guess what time it is!" Jinx's voice rang through the room, making your heart pause.

No, hold on, it couldn't be that time already - you were so sure there were still countless minutes, hours separating you from this exact moment!

But as your wide eyed gaze darted towards the clock on the wall the reality was clear as day - it really was that time already.

"That's right, pipsqueak - medicine time!" Jinx called loud as she came into view, wearing a wide, rascally grin.

Her stance was dramatic and attention grabbing, a bottle of cough drops in one hand, a spoon in the other.

Then, as she went to get the substance onto the spoon, Jinx chirped up again: "Now!" but she ended up cutting herself off right away.

Her pink tinted eyes intensely focused on the drops dripping onto the spoon, carefully watching and counting the amount of drops you would be receiving.

When the right portion was on the spoon, Jinx visibly relaxed and her scatterbrained grin softened up.

"Now," she repeated before dramatically holding up the spoon as if it were some sort of trophy, "say hello to the cough drops express!".

Jinx's gaze then moved towards you, ready to treat your sore throat: "I know how much you hate these, so let's get it over with".

But the moment her eyes laid on you, Jinx halted in her movements and the playful grin fell off her face.

Jinx was so sure she was seeing double because instead of having two individually dressed twins, she suddenly had two identically dressed twins.

Both of them looking at her with the exact same puppy-eyed expression on their faces.

"As sly as a fox, eh?" Jinx commented and broke into a grin as she shook her head in disbelief at the situation.

Then she put her hand holding the cough drop bottle on her hip, smirking.

"okay, which one of you came up with this?" She asked and, still holding the spoon with your medicine, she motioned to you and Isha.

Neither of you spoke of course, nor did you give any sort of other reaction, both you and Isha just looked at Jinx with your two sets of golden, big eyes.

Jinx wasn't bothered by the lack of reaction though, nor was she really bothered by the situation - of anything, she honestly found it hilarious.

"Hmm," she hummed, pressing her manicured finger to her lips while still handling the cough drops bottle, pretending to be deep in thought.

"I bet it was..." Jinx paused, letting the tension build up as her pink eyes found yours and locked with them.

"Y/N," she grinned, the eye contact with you intense and making your heart stop for the second time today.

The way Jinx was looking at you sent shivers down your spine, and panic immediately settled in your chest.

You wondered whether or not could Jinx tell you apart despite all the effort you put into looking identical with Isha.

Your stance grew more uneasy and tense right away, not helping your cause at all - however, Isha jumped in for the rescue without a moment of hesitation.

In an blink of an eye, she quickly copied and matched your tense body language and anxious facial expressions.

The mirroring on Isha's part was flawless, although it was slightly harder for her to act this way and seem genuine - after all, between you and her, it was you that was the more naturally timid twin.

However, Isha was still quite naturally skilled in this sort of thing - plus this wasn't the first time you and Isha were pulling this sort of stunt on people.

So, executing the act on this part wasn't all too impossible for you and Isha - or more like Isha since she was doing most of the work in this particular situation.

But still, with the way Jinx was looking at you, you had a feeling she knew exactly, perfectly well, who was who.

And yet, whether or not was that nagging feeling correct was left as an unsolved mystery because Jinx either genuinely didn't know, or she's decided to humour you and the little stunt you were trying to pull.

"Hmm," Jinx hummed as she straightened up, her intense gaze leaving yours and fixing on Isha instead, looking her over as if trying to do her best to figure out which twin she was.

Unlike you, Isha's stance didn't falter in response to being studied like a small bug under a microscope - she was still perfectly mirroring how you were handling the situation.

Although you were aware that Isha still had this obvious bark to her, making her act of unease less authentic than yours.

But you couldn't really blame her because this kind of behaviour simply wasn't true to her personality.

You just nervously hoped that this simple fact was this much obvious to just you and your sister, and not Jinx.

"Well, I have to give it to ya," Jinx commented after giving you and Isha one last once over, "you two really are sneaky,".

In response, you and Isha exchanged a look, both of you smiling in your own unique way, pride swelling in your chests at your schemes being acknowledged and even appraised.

In that moment, you and Isha felt like you have successfully outsmarted Jinx and won this little game that you have found yourselves playing with the older girl.

Jinx smirked then, looking at the two of you with amusement, and also some hint of pride at how much work you two put into making your silly plan come to life.

Really, the two of you truly did everything possible to look like flawless copies of one another, it was hard to tell you two were two different beings - Jinx was quite impressed.

Though Jinx had a certain advantage over the two of you, an advantage she's not told you about because she simply didn't have the heart to - or maybe she just liked having an advantage.

After all, the two of you could be quite the handful at times - so, any sort of advantage over you was valuable and useful.

Anyways, that advantage was that Jinx was detail oriented, and over the time she's spent with you and Isha, she's noticed things that helped her tell you apart.

For example - and it wasn't too noticable, but your smiles tended to be soft and timid, while Isha's smiles were bolder and more pronounced, with her front teeth usually slightly peeking out from under her lip.

Jinx loved the both of your individual smiles - she adored all that made them differ, but also all that made them similar if not the same at first glance.

Jinx's smirk then softened into something warmer, something fonder, as she added: "and... you two really do stick together, like true sisters...".

Her voice was softer than usual, and so was the look on her face - the way she looked at you two was almost wistful, like she wished she and Vi could have what you two shared so seemingly effortlessly.

However, just as quick as that gentle expression of Jinx's came, it was gone just as quick, replaced by that playful, mischievous look Jinx was so known for.

"Alright, I have an idea for a game," Jinx gave a wicked grin and right at that moment, you and Isha became alert once more, losing the smiles on your faces.

You were somewhat more tense than Isha, of course, since, you were the one supposed to take those disgusting cough drops, not Isha - she was just playing along with your plan.

"it's called: Let's wait to see which one of you starts coughing and reveals which one of you is Y/N. Sounds fun, no?" Jinx tilted her head, her braids swinging some.

At that, you gave one horrified look to Isha, which Jinx didn't miss, but also didn't comment on - she felt like prolonging the small game that you had going on.

She was having lots of fun with this, and she wanted to know how far the two of you would be willing to take this - or more like, how far would be Isha willing to play along to help you get out of having to take your medicine.

Then, as if on cue, you felt that irritating, scratchy sensation building up in your throat, and your brows furrowed as you tried to hold back the incoming coughing fit.

And, sending Isha one last desperate, pleading look, you suddenly broke into a fit of harsh, pained coughs.

Much to your joy, Isha got you covered - once again, she didn't hesitate and matched your actions, beginning to fake as equally bad coughing fit.

And Jinx? She just watched your two's antics with amusement - you two really were something for sure.

But, Jinx also secretly felt envious because Isha really had your back no matter what the situation was.

And Jinx's thoughts momentarily drifted back to Violet, quietly wondering if it really was that hard to stick up for a sister that you hold dear.

But Jinx pushed those thoughts aside, forcing herself to focus on the present and what she currently had - not the past and what she didn't and couldn't have.

"Well damn," Jinx grinned playfully when your and Isha's coughing came to a halt so that both of you could catch your breath, "whatever can I do with you two?".

"Seems like you two won this round, I can't give Y/N her medicine without the risk of giving it to Isha," Jinx announced casually, her hand that was holding the cough drops bottle returning to rest on her hip.

And exhaling dramatically, she, just to egg you on a little more, added in: "guess I'll have to throw in the towel after all."

At that proclamation, your teary eyed gaze - the result of your bad coughing fit - lit up, filling up with hope and sheer excitement.

You couldn't believe it - Jinx was actually giving up and you wouldn't have to take that gross liquid!

A joyous grin appeared on your face, and you and Isha shared a victorious fist bump - however, your excitement and victory were all short lived.

Because Jinx's next words were: "That... Or, I could give the cough drops to the both of you, just to make sure I got the right twin,".

Both your and Isha's faces fell then, and finally, Isha didn't have to pretend to be horrified anymore because she genuinely became uneasy at the suggestion.

Isha herself knew how disgusting was the taste of those cough drops, and she would much rather eat some of those questionable foods the weird vendors in Zaun sold than take that medicine.

"Yeah, that's not such a bad idea," Jinx nodded to herself, appraising her own train of thought with a wide, satisfied grin.

"I mean, think about it - for Y/N it's to treat her sore throat, and for Isha it'd be precautionary, a just-in-case!" she thought out loud, swinging the spoon with cough drops around.

And, facing the two of you once more, Jinx smirked and held out the spoon as she asked: "What do ya think, Isha? Want some of these yummy cough drops?".

In response to that, all the loyalty Isha held for you was gone, and she frantically shook her head in disagreement with a light, panicked squeal, pointing at you and ratting you out.

Yep, she threw you under the bus, making you feel utter betrayal which you - metaphorically - voiced by gasping and glaring daggers into your sister.

But Isha only sent you an apologetic smile and made a circling motion with her fist over her heart to tell you a casual sorry.

She didn't look too sorry though because her face showed clear signs of relief upon being spared from having to consume those dreaded cough drops.

At Isha's half-hearted apology, you reacted by sending her another glare, one that didn't need any words to get across just what you were thinking: traitor.

Meanwhile Jinx, who was watching the whole exchange chuckled and kneeled down to you, her expression amused yet gentle as she cooed: "Don't get all too mad at her, kid,".

"you would've ended up taking the drops in any case, I knew who was who all along." she smiled gently, making you pause and look at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Yeah, I knew the whole time which one was Isha, and which one was you," Jinx confirmed what you were silently thinking in your head "I was just playing you.".

To that delivered claim, you crossed your arms and frowned, acting all upset and offended that Jinx would make such a fool of you like that.

But Jinx only gave a hearty laugh: "Hey, it was you who was trying to play me first - you started it! Serves you right, you little sneaky rat!".

"So, don't get all mad now that your little stunt came back to bite you in the ass," she sassed you in a light-hearted tone, smiling fondly at you and making you fume more.

But sensing your attitude, Jinx eased up on her mean spirited yet no harm meaning taunts: "But, tell you what, you take your cough drops now, and...".

She trailed off, seeming to be thinking of what to offer you so that you'd be willing to call truce between the two of you.

"and I'll let you eat cookies before dinner, deal?" Jinx offered, making your frown immediately disappear and get replaced by a content smile and an eager nod.

And Jinx grinned proudly in response: "Alright, ma'am, seems like we have a deal," and holding the spoon to your lips, she added: "hurry up then, or the cookies might grow legs and run off.".

You giggled at those words, and finally more willing to take your medicine, you opened up your mouth for Jinx to give you those cough drops.

But before Jinx could even think of pressing the spoon against your lips, Isha stomped against the ground to bring your and Jinx's attention to herself.

When both of you directed your gazes towards Isha, she was standing there with crossed arms and an expectant look.

"Seems like someone wants cookies before dinner too," Jinx noted, her expression showing she was clearly entertained by Isha's bold attitude and cheeky antics.

With a grin, Jinx slowly looked up, rolling her eyes to pretend to think as she mused: "But I dunno... do you even deserve cookies after ratting out your sis?".

Then her gaze drifted towards you once more, and Jinx questioned: What do you think, Y/N, should Isha get some cookies after backstabbing you?".

You then looked at Isha, and the girl gave you the biggest puppy dog eyed expression she could muster up, her hands clasped together in a begging manner.

To that, you pursed your lips and pressed a finger against them, pretending to be considering whether or not you thought your sister should get a sweet treat after what she's done.

But, of course, you could never stay mad at her for too long, and you caved in, looking at her with a smile before turning to Jinx and nodding in agreement to her question.

And Jinx smiled softly at you, feeling some sort of warmth in her chest that you were willing to forgive your sister and allow her to share simple joys with you.

"Well, alright then!" Jinx called right after, her energy amped up again, "seems like the council has decided to take pity on you and grant you mercy, Isha!".

Jinx sent a grin Isha's way, making the girl perk up and smile eagerly at the prospect of being allowed to join you and have a cookie or two before dinner.

You joined in with a soft smile of your own, making eye contact with your sister and wordlessly letting her know that you two were still a team for life.

[chillypowder]

Powder Blue

Pairing: Jinx (Powder) x Reader

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Act 3 Healing Vibes

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of emotional vulnerability, brief discussions of chaos and destruction (Jinx being Jinx). Overall, it’s a soft and tender piece meant to heal your heart.

Summary:

Zaun isn’t known for its quiet moments, but you’ve always found them with her—whether she’s Jinx, Powder, or the storm in between. After everything she’s been through, you’re her anchor, her “sunshine,” even when she insists she’s the thundercloud. Tonight, beneath the smog-filled sky of the Undercity, you remind her that stars, no matter how hidden, never burn out—and neither does she.

Notes:

This is for all the Arcane lovers who were emotionally wrecked after Acts 2 and 3 (raises hand). I wanted to write something soft and dreamlike, like the kind of fluff you fall into after a heavy rainstorm. Jinx deserves peace and someone who reminds her that she’s more than her chaos. Reader is gender-neutral and full of love. Let’s heal together!

The air smells of ash and copper, but it’s soft, almost like the remnants of fireworks in a summer sky. Zaun always had a way of making things feel heavy, like the weight of a smog-filled sky pressing down on you, but tonight? Tonight feels different. Tonight, she’s here.

Jinx.

Or maybe she’s still Powder to you, even now. You’ve never been able to pick a side, not when it came to her. Not when her eyes, burning with chaos and brilliance, find you across the workshop you’ve quietly tucked yourself into for the evening.

“Hey, sunshine.” Her voice rings like a melody, mismatched and full of energy, dragging you from your thoughts before you can start wallowing. The door slams shut behind her, and her boots clink against the uneven floor. She’s bouncing on the heels of her feet, a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes spreading wide as she leans against your desk. “What’re ya doing in here all alone? Didn’t you miss me?”

You blink, still caught between the memory of who she used to be and the whirlwind she’s become. It hurts sometimes, like a pinprick in your chest, but tonight you push it aside. Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that Jinx needs your steadiness. Needs the quiet you offer when her head gets too loud.

“Just working on something,” you reply, your voice soft, a balm to her usual sharpness. You motion to the half-finished contraption on the table—a little music box that you thought might make her smile. You don’t tell her it’s for her, though. Not yet.

She tilts her head, her pigtails swaying with the motion, a curious glint sparking in her eyes. “Ooh, what’s that? It looks... fiddly.” Her fingers twitch as if resisting the urge to grab it and take it apart. Jinx has always been like this—a hurricane with hands, tearing things apart to see how they work, only to put them back together in ways no one else would ever dream of.

“It’s... not finished yet,” you say, moving it out of her reach before she can snatch it up.

She pouts, her lips curving downward, and it’s almost enough to undo you. “You’re no fun,” she mutters, but there’s no bite in her words. Instead, she slides onto the desk next to you, her long legs swinging over the edge as she watches you with that unnervingly intense gaze of hers.

You let the silence settle between you for a moment, comfortable despite the unspoken things hanging in the air. The hum of Zaun’s machinery rumbles softly in the background, a lullaby of gears and steam.

“How was your day?” you ask eventually, glancing up at her.

Her grin widens, almost too wide, and she starts talking—fast and animated, her words tumbling over each other as she recounts her latest escapade. Something about a heist, explosions, and narrowly escaping one of Piltover’s enforcers. You know you should probably scold her, tell her to be careful, but the way she lights up when she talks about it makes it impossible.

“And then, boom!” she says, throwing her arms out dramatically. “The whole thing went up in flames! You should’ve seen it—it was beautiful!”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to keep the fond smile from tugging at your lips. “Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah, like... like a firework,” she says, her voice softening just a little. Her eyes drift to you, and for a moment, something vulnerable flickers in their depths. “You like fireworks, don’t you?”

You nod. “They remind me of you.”

Her head tilts again, and for once, she doesn’t try to hide the way her cheeks flush pink. “Tch. You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe,” she says, her grin returning full force. But there’s a softness there now, a quiet understanding that settles in her features like a shadow. She reaches out suddenly, her hand brushing against yours where it rests on the desk. Her fingers are calloused, scarred, but warm. “Thanks,” she says, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“For what?”

“For... I don’t know. For putting up with me, I guess.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal, but you can feel the weight of her words. She’s always been bad at saying how she feels, always hiding behind laughter and chaos, but you’ve learned to read between the lines.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” you say, your voice steady. “You’re not something I have to ‘put up with,’ Jinx.”

Her eyes flicker down to the floor, and for a moment, you think she might argue, might push you away like she’s done so many times before. But instead, she stays quiet, her fingers still brushing against yours.

It’s a small thing, barely noticeable, but it feels like a victory.

The night stretches on, and somehow you end up on the rooftop, the city sprawled out below you like a broken mosaic of light and shadow. Jinx is lying on her back next to you, her arms stretched out above her head as she stares up at the smog-covered sky.

“Do you think the stars are still up there?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You glance at her, surprised by the question. “Of course they are.”

She hums, her eyes half-lidded. “I dunno. Feels like they might’ve all burned out by now, y’know? With how dark it’s gotten.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you stay quiet, your gaze drifting upward. The sky is heavy with smoke and pollution, the stars hidden behind layers of grime, but you like to think they’re still there, waiting.

Jinx shifts beside you, rolling onto her side so she’s facing you. “You ever think about leaving this place?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You turn to look at her, your heart clenching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Sometimes,” you admit. “But not without you.”

Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and for a moment, you think you’ve said the wrong thing. But then she laughs, a soft, breathless sound that makes your chest ache. “You’re such a sap,” she says, but there’s no malice in her tone. If anything, she sounds... touched.

“Maybe,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But I mean it.”

She stares at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours like she’s trying to find the cracks in your sincerity. But you’ve never lied to her, not once, and you won’t start now.

Finally, she sighs, flopping onto her back again. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sunshine,” she mutters, but there’s a hint of a smile in her voice.

The night ends with her falling asleep against your shoulder, her breathing soft and even as the weight of the day finally catches up to her. You stay still, not wanting to wake her, and let your eyes drift shut as well.

For a moment, everything feels okay.

And for now, that’s enough.

The music box sits on her desk the next morning, finished and polished to perfection. When she wakes, groggy and blinking against the morning light, her eyes land on it, and you watch as her expression shifts from confusion to wonder.

She picks it up carefully, like it might shatter in her hands, and when she winds it up, the soft melody fills the room—a song she used to hum when you were kids, back before everything fell apart.

She doesn’t say anything, but when she looks at you, her eyes are shining, and for the first time in a long time, you see a piece of Powder there.

“Thank you,” she says, and this time, you know she means it.

You smile, reaching out to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. “Always.”

Masterlist

[snailsgarden]

Jinx with a singer!reader from Zaun being one of the few people able to calm her down with her voice.

the sound of healing.

summary: jinx's partner, you, is a singer and the only person who can calm her, through the sound of your voice.

cw: i might have made this more sad than i was meant to

a/n: i played jinx ruins fixes everything and bro im so fucking sad also this is short asf

You intrigued her.

Really, you did.

Jinx had grown accustomed to you, to your quiet hums around the house as you did your chores, to your image on the stage set up by Vander's statue.

And yet you still intrigued her, with how close to her you had managed to get, how you would be able to calm her with the simple act of singing.

You would make her worries disappear, her once shaky hands now steady as you held them against your own, singing what sounded like a soft lullaby but in your voice, her favorite sound.

The blue haired girl would come down from her mental breakdowns as you sang for her, the girl settling upon clinging onto you and burying her face on your shoulder.

Sometimes she just could not bear with things, everything would suddenly become too much.

And when she heard your voice, the soothing tune of your voice finding her ears to purge her of all her negative thoughts, she would just.. open up and listen.

You intrigued her as you were able to get her back on her feet with "something so simple as singing."

She'd never tell you that, though.

At the late nights, she'd wake from nightmares, her torturous mind always ready to conjure up the worst case scenarios.

The blue haired girl would nudge you awake, her already teary eyes and shaky tone giving out on her emotions as she spoke, "Hey, can you.." she'd now look better at your face, lit by the moonlight, "Sing for me?" and how could you deny her, when she sounded so vulnerable?

Even if she had just woke you from your peaceful slumber.

[lolana101]

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

⤷ JINX/POWDER & EKKO: BUMPING AND GRINDING

⤷ feat. jinx/powder & ekko (arcane league of legends)

⤷ cw: kissing, fluff, light smut, drabble, short and sweet

your sitting beside ekko, four eyes constantly looking over the dance floor for one person. powder. your legs are crossed, humming the tune of the french artist playing, as you look for your best friend, ekkos girlfriend.

you gaze at him smiling, and ekko just has this heartwarming smile on his face when he looks at you. his eyes soon snap at to a familiar soft distant patter of powders boots - her favorite. he practically jumps up, and you do too. quickly walking over to her bright eyes and shining eye eyeshadow.

powder giggles, her eyes falling into a deep stare with yours, before doing a little twirl and landing on ekkos. her pretty white dress floating with every spin. you three move closer, eyes shining, gazes on her as you all dance around each other.

everyone is giggling, ekko grabs you and powders hand, twirling you both as he pulls you in. his smile is so wide, as he stars down at you both, adoration filled in his eyes. gazing at powders you notice her eyes set on his lips.

everything seemed to move in slow motion, as powered twirled, ekko hugging and rocking his body against the two of you with the sway and tempo of the beat. powder pulled you close, you two being roughly the same height, as she stared into your eyes. hugging your waist and spinning you around, ekko joining behind power.

“some night huh?”

powder speaks softly, leaning against ekkos shoulder, you resting with your head laid comfortably on her lap. this is probably a little dangerous, considering you three are right on the edge. but this has always been you threes spot.

powder is smoothing your hair against cheek, achingly slow. you look up at powder as she looked down at you, smiling softly. she was your “best friend” after all.

“where did you two learn those moves, huh?”

ekko let’s out a soft chuckle, smiling at powder’s question before his brown orbs drop to meet yours.

“just following your friends moves. she sure knows how to work it.”

you smile at ekko, sitting up from powders lap and letting out a soft huff, gazing down at the bustling city below.

“you two are such lovebirds.”

“i mean we are dating.”

ekko seems surprised by this revelation, you don’t know why since they have been together for years probably. he has been acting weird.. different.

he’s leaning on powders shoulder, kissing her neck softly. he seems hesitant. your hand is crossed over hers, squeezing softly. she smiles, giggling sweetly at the tickle of ekkos lips on her neck.

you and ekko are now weighing your heads on her shoulders, gazing mindlessly of down onto the world. she’s just that lovable.

“i wish this could last forever.”

ekko murmurs, he knows he doesn’t have long in this timeline. he still has to save his powder.

a/n this was supposed to be smutty but i wanted to make it fluff lol, i can make a smut of these three just lmk!!

haven’t posted in a while due to school but heyy!! requests are open to any fandom, not just arcane!!

past fic here.

tags : @b3autyist3rror @kylorey25

[yournightmary]

hello dear !! :3 here's a req for headcanons !! how would Jinx show her affection? <3 im pretty sure her canon love language is gift giving, but do u think she has any other way of showing her love? ty ! ! 🩷

content warning:: literally one mention of stalking and it’s not even bad

AN:: I am going crazy over all of the news about arcane s2 omg.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She is totally a trinket girly. Not your typical gifts, she’ll find a pretty looking cog and give it to you because it ‘reminds her of you’. Just leaves small things for you all over your place.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She shows her love through yapping and/or listening. Once she’s comfortable with you she’ll talk for hours on end, literally about anything and everything.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Maybe stalks you… but in a harmless way? Like when you go out to do something and she has nothing to do she’ll wait a moment before following after you. She just wants to make sure you’re safe and nothing bad happens to you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She just stares. Loves looking at you because she loves you. A lot of the times she’ll zone out while you’re talking because she cannot focus on anything else than your face. Literally this.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Doodles on your stuff, things like hearts with arrows, smiley faces, small flowers or just shit ton of hearts.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She is so protective oh my god don’t get me started. Always wants to be with you, whether you’re working or going out with your friends- she knows how dangerous the Undercity can be and this girl is not risking loosing another important person.

xoxo

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hey! I love your fanfics! (Especially your arcane and caitvi one's I think their adorable) and I thought I maybe could ask for a parttwo to your jinx x reader fanfic ("your a fun one aren't cha?" Is the one am talking about, it's probably my favorite fanfic so far)-? And have jinx slowly catch a bit of feelings-? And some flirting headcanons would be cute as well!

I have no clue when a part two is coming, but I already have an idea for that whenever I do get around to posting. That being saiddd, I am more than willing to do flirt Jinx headcanons for you! Enjoy!

Wrapped around a Pinky Finger | Jinx Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Flirty Jinx Headcanons!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Flirting, Suggestive Content(?), No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread, Lowkey Lowercase Intended

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Jinx LOVES to look at you with wide doe eyes, a pout, and her hands behind her back.

– It was a signature move Powder used to use with Vi or Vander when she got in trouble. She knew the two couldn't say no to her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, so as she got older (and lost contact with them) she decided to use Powder's "power" for Jinx's own personal gain.

– Jinx also loves to add an extra raspiness to her voice when she feels like being extra mischievous with her flirts.

– She'll get all close to your ear, put her chest to yours, and whisper pet names or pickup lines with that extra raspy voice of hers

– Now, her pickup lines are a bit... unusual, but you have such a big crush on her (simp), they work regardless

– The most ridiculous line she said was something about a doll, tomato, and mercury???

– Where in the hell did she get mercury and why is she talking sexily about a tomato?!

– In regards to more physical flirts, Jinx loves to push herself against you.

– I mentioned earlier that she loves to push her chest up against yours, but she will also walk you into a wall or a corner just to make sure "you can't get away".

– if you're the easily flustered type, she finds it kinda hot watching you squirm as she backs you into a wall

– if you're not as easily flustered, she'd find your smirks, cocky smiles, and rebuttals equally as hot. In fact, she would push the extra mile just to finally see you crack.

– Jinx likes to think she's also hard to make flustered, but she's easy to make giddy

– if you talk to her about her special interests, give her a space to be her authentic self, and sprinkle a little bit of praise here and there, she will literally look at you with a sparkle in her eyes

– OH Jinx also loves to tease. But I think that's a given

– she always catches you staring at her while she has her welding mask on. It's like she has a sixth sense for those sorts of things

– when she catches you, she'll be like: "you're staring. what? do i really look that attractive while working?"

– you'll try to claim that you aren't, but she would smirk underneath her mask as she continues to work.

– if nail grazes make you squirm, trust Jinx will always be grazing her nails along her skin.

– She loves long nails and trying different colors anyway, so the fact that using her nails as another way to get her partner flustered is just a plus

– she would drag them up and down your back and arm. She would draw circles and swirls on the palm of your hand just to see your fingers twitch and curl from the gesture.

– whenever you guys are laying in bed, she would drag her nails up the delicate sides of your stomach and trail them down to your navel. using a claw hand, she would graze her nails up and down your stomach.

– obviously you would try to shrug her off or tell her to go to bed, but she would just grin and be like, "what? I'm not doing anything."

– she would giggle mischievously into your ear immediately after and all you can do is ignore her. or really push that you don't want her nails to be messing with you and then she'll back off.

– that is literally all i got LMAOAOAO.

WC: 589

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Dancing with Sharks

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader on her period, brief mentions of killings, small intimate moments, short drabble

|| Summary; when Jinx finds reader on her period, she gets the idea of distracting her with art. Only... reader's Jinx's canvas.

Requests closed!

Started; November 29th

Finished; November 30th

Author Note; inspired by Jinx and Ekko drawing on each other 🫶 didn't think I would get this out today, but I did.

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Jinx entered her workshop to find you curled up on the couch, heating pad across your stomach. Looking as though you'd seen... well, better days. To put it lightly. Just by the grimace in your expression Jinx could figure out what was wrong. Shark week. Honestly, she didn't blame ya. It killed her too.

She walked over and laid herself on top of you, a small smirk on her lips. "Dancing with the sharks?" Jinx asked, you gave a small nod. Followed by a whimper. Jinx hated seeing you in any kind of pain, normally she would kill whoever caused it. But she can't exactly kill this. Which just frustrated her more.

You glanced at Jinx, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her even closer. She let you. After all, if she could be any closer to you she would want to be. But the heating pad between the two of you made that a little difficult. Despite that, Jinx didn't move it. Knowing it was helping you better than she probably could have. She sighed quietly at the thought. Resting her head to your chest and tracing soft circles with her fingers over your arm. When she got an idea, glancing at her fingers. Then to the sketches all over her walls. A small smirk forming.

"Wait here." Jinx told you, you raised an eyebrow at her. Giving her a look that basically said 'where else would I go?'. She jumped off you, skipping over to where she kept her neon markers. She lifted them and looked at you. A goofy grin on her face," wanna be my canvas?"

You rolled your eyes, but you figured it might relax you. Even distract you from the cramps you were feeling. So you gave a reluctant nod," yeah, whatever." With your permission Jinx didn't waste any time. Immediately coming back over to you. Straddling your hips as she drew scribbles on your arms. Her signature monkey, some x's and various other things. At first it was a bit ticklish. But you relaxed into it. Finding it rather soothing. The marker brushing your skin, creating whatever visions Jinx was having.

Jinx giggled, clearly happy that you were letting her do this. She drew all the way up to your neck. Even giving your cheek a few small hearts. Before she would switch to the other arm. When she was done, she spread her arms off to the side like a grand reveal," bam! What do-ya think?"

Sitting up a bit to get a better look, you glanced at all the sketches she drew. "Looks good, baby." She smiled at the praise and kissed your cheek. Right where the hearts were drawn. It smudged with her lips, which made her huff and pout. She ruined her drawing. You laughed at that. Seeing the bit of pink marker on her lips.

"Let me get that," you murmured. Jinx tilted her head in confusion but quickly understood when your hand came up. Cupping her cheek and bringing her closer. Your lips met and you eyes closed. Enjoying the softness of the moment. Jinx always had her own special ways of making you feel better.

[xoxo-honeyy]

comforting jinx hc's

authors note: jinx is the absolute loml and i need to comfort her so bad, she just needs a really good hug and it would solve all her problems :(

wc: 758

warnings: run-on sentecnes, over use of commas, not proofread, mentions of sex under cut, tit-sucking (mentioned once), the voices in jinx's head, silco (proud hater)

ok ok, so we all know that jinx is kinda (very) crazy, buttt that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve some love! and who better to turn to than you, her wonderful, amazing, doting girlfriend.

starting off strong, jinx looooves it when you play with her hair, there's something so soothing and domestic about it that immediately relaxes her. especially when you unravel her braids and massage her scalp, she would be putty in your hands.

going off of that she would absolutely love cuddling and/or cuddlefucking, like cuddling in itself is so intimate and caring but adding fucking to it? she would melt into you on the spot. like just imagine the two of you laying down, chests pressed together and hips moving in sync, quiet moans mixing together and bouncing off the walls, the smell of sex filling up the room, and the feeling of your slick cunts moving together to please each other. yeah, jinx would be in heaven.

after the two of you had your little session, jinx would immediately fall asleep. no matter if you hadn't cleaned her up yet or your bodies were stuck together, poor baby would be out like a light.

speaking of lights, jinx would totally sleep with a night light. no matter how stupid or childish other people thought it was, the small light in the corner of the room made the monsters and voices go away. and it wouldn’t bother you at all, knowing how bad her nightmares could be, the light was another source of comfort for her to turn to, especially if you weren't there.

but let's just say that jinx came back from a really bad mission, nothing went her way, sevika is giving her shit, and her head feels like it's about to explode. the first thing she does when she gets back is go to your shared room and seek you out. she would immediately fly into your arms and shove her head into the warm crook of your neck. breathing in your comforting scent. you would cradle the back of her head to ground her and be ready to listen when she's ready to ramble.

on nights she wasn't feeling well or just needed to be held, jinx would absolutely be the little spoon. feeling safe with her back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped around her waist. your loving embrace made her feel safe, nothing bad could get to her as long as she was safe in your arms.

one tiny thing that bothered me about the show is how jinx's nails were chipped, (i know this was symbolism but it pained hurt my soul every time her nails were on screen, still love her tho) so one activity the two of you like to do together is nail painting! she would especially love it if you massaged or played with her hands, one of my headcanons is that she picks at the skin around her nails/fingers so rubbing a soothing lotion on her hands would be ideal for her, it would be even better if it was a lotion that you used often.

jinx is a boob girl !! i will die on this hill (did you see that top she was wearing, she was def projecting) one of her favorite activities would be to bury her head into your plush chest, no matter how big or small jinx would be an absolute feen for your tits. always finding an excuse to mark them up or even suck on your nipples (oral fixation much?)

but, there were some nights that she was absolutely broken. her visions were getting to her and nothing was going right. on these nights jinx needed you to pull her back from the edge of insanity:

"are you, real?" jinx's voice cracked as she asked the question.

tears formed in your eyes, she looked so heartbroken and sad. her eyes were boring into yours, almost as if she looked away, you would disappear into thin air.

you gently cupped her face with your hands and ran your thumb under her eyes to get rid of any remaining tears.

"yes, i'm real." you affirmed. "and i'm not going anywhere."

she sighed a breath of relief and wound her arms tightly around your midsection while burying her face in the junction of your neck. you gingerly laid her on the bed and rocked her side to side in a comforting manner. jinx started to relax as the rocking motions lulled her to sleep.

[sumnthingabouther]

jinx x f!reader on a picnic together!!!

⋆·˚ ༘ *jinx x fem! reader

no content warning just pure fluff!!

Jinx had been planning this for you both for a while. You both needed a getaway, a bubble to protect you both from the outside world and its hardships. Most importantly it was a surprise for you, and it was so hard for her not to tell you about it. She had to bite her lip every time she talked to you in order not to spoil it. “What's got me all excited? Nunya business!” She laughs when you pout at her, saying something along the lines off “I wanna know!” and she’ll always respond with “You’ll find out soon enough, toots.”

She chose the secluded spot you both love near the trees and set everything up in the park you guys frequent. The only thing that was missing in this masterpiece was you.

While covering your eyes, Jinx lead you through the dirt path. The longer you guys walked the more confused you became, you began asking questions about your whereabouts. “Shhhh don't ruin the moment with your whinin’!” All you could do was laugh, leaving the surprise to your imagination. Which made you even more giddy by the second.

When she finally uncovered your eyes, you were greeted with a sight that swept you off your feet. A large blanket covered the ground, your favorite treats and snacks were set up in cute lines and rows. She even used some of her creations to hold up some of the utensils and plates. Your eyes watered, the overwhelming feeling of joy threatened to spill down your cheeks. Quickly you pulled her into a hug, thanking her before pulling her and towards the blanket. This was the first date you've two been on in a while and you were going to savor every moment.

“I’m glad i have you toots, glad I get to enjoy the day with you.” Jinx murmurs, you almost miss what she says while you eat. Thank the stars you didn't though, hearing the sweetness in her tone was refreshing to hear. Leaning in you secured a quick peck on her cheek. “I’m glad i have you too, Jinx.”

[novacqnes]

stranger’s in the dark // jinx

warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst

pairing: jinx x fem reader

a/n: i apologize for how long this took me, i began it a little while ago but it’s been hard trying to find time to write— nevertheless thank you for the request :)

she wasn’t there, maybe in body but not mind—and if jinx tried hard enough she could nearly convince herself of it. she searched for indications of reality, anything that clearly solidified her presence at that moment in time. the pale, cold hands draped at the sides of her thighs, and the frenzied strands of blue that clung to her forehead were indeed hers— but they didn’t feel like it. she couldn’t truly register anything, not the tension that pervaded the atmosphere like dozens of rabid dogs, or the hushed sobs that fell from your lips mere inches away. frankly, the only thing jinx was truly certain of was that she was angry and it rarely, if ever, panned out well.

she detested it— losing control. it was palpable, relentlessly ringing in her ears and simultaneously draining out all else. heat rose in her cheeks dousing them in a fiery crimson shade. the searing warmth spread to all parts of her body, manifesting itself in words, each laced with untamed malice that spilled from her tongue. jinx could register them, one by one they slipped from her mouth— wrapped in more fervor than the next. the emotions were blinding, clashing, and contradicting with every turn. distorted images of your face, fatigued and demoralized crept into the corners of her vision, practically tormenting her. 

despite it all you reached for her, desperately trying to reel your girlfriend back in. you cupped her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along the soft skin as you suppressed your own tears. she wanted to stop, every bone in her trembling body urged her to— but the words were coming out faster than she could fathom.

“it’s all your fucking fault.” the phrase stung, burning red and hot like the corners of jinx’s eyes. eventually branding a bottomless black hole into the center of your heart. her eyelids twitched from the lack of restraint that swarmed her, and it went against every fiber of her being. 

these weren’t her words. 

“you don’t mean that,” you shook your head furiously, “i know you don’t— please just talk to me.” against your better judgment you succumbed to the scorching tears that burned the rims of your eyes, leaving them stained and scarlet red. you clung to her, pressing the palms of your hands to her face. the numbness set in, locking your fingers into place in spite of your adamance to keep them there.

she refused to look at you, and when she did it was paralyzing and distant. even the slightest glare sent shivers up your spine and it wasn’t something you’d experienced before. it was uncertainty. amplified by the notion that the person you loved was utterly unrecognizable. 

“jinx look at me…. don’t do this,” your voice was small and meager in comparison to her presence. jinx stood bold and firm— even in her weakest moments. but you? you mirrored that of a mouse. a tiny, trembling rodent— one that cowered in the shadow of the very person that claimed to love you. your relationship hadn’t begun this way, and neither of you could have foreseen it spiraling like this. 

but now that you’re here?

there was no reversing it.

jinx reached for your hands, cupping her palms over them. the contact was cold and distant but it sparked an ounce of hope inside you. her eyes flickered up, normally they were a deep, infectious cerulean blue. the very things that seemed to calm you, even in the most heated arguments. however this time it was different— they were different. her pupils were dilated, surrounded by an icy sapphire haze that penetrated you. her gaze diminished any semblance of hope or comfort from arising. rather it was replaced by anguish and a deep-rooted sense of melancholy that you feared— the two of you would never come back from this. 

she closed the gap between you two, easing your fingers from her face. budding tension filled the air making it even more difficult to take a breath. rapidly your heart pounded against your chest, pumping with even more force as jinx smiled— the corners of her lips pulling into a menacing grin narrowly disguising the sorrow underneath it.

her lips brushed along the top of your ear as she leaned forward whispering, “i never wanna see you again.”

your knees buckled under the weight of your body. it became taxing to stand upright and you were sure if it wasn’t for jinx's body against yours, you would’ve collapsed. she spoke with such anger like it had been stirring inside of her forever, searing its way through and clawing at her sanity. jinx’s skin felt foreign, she almost didn’t recognize it herself. she was being carved out from the inside, into the shell of a dry husk plagued by bitterness and regret. at that moment there wasn’t enough fight left in her to stop herself from uttering the very words that would deliver the final blow to your bittersweet relationship. 

“you’re dead to me.”

she unraveled her hands from yours putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. tears stained her cheeks but she had no shame in letting them fall. in a way she was grateful for them— they obscured her vision. preventing her from truly being able to see the damage she’d done. before her you morphed into a faceless figure, frozen into place. your mind was set ablaze with memories of you and jinx burning at the forefront. desperately you wanted to cling to them, scarring yourself in the process. but there was nothing to salvage. 

there was nothing for you here. 

you swallowed the large budding knot at the surface, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity and lingering faith in jinx. each step felt heavier and more dreadful than the next but you refused to turn back. 

“you’ll come back,” jinx whispered as you pushed past her, “you always do.”

she stood by dazed, but it was too late to take it back. there’d been many arguments, only a few of this magnitude. yet there was only one in which jinx had spat on the entirety of your existence. this wasn’t the first time you’d walked away. any other day she wouldn’t have batted an eye— but the ache that sat upon your shoulders, emitting from across the room was enough to spark seeds of doubt. she tried to extinguish it, piecing together hundreds of poor excuses. 

you needed time. time to think and clear your mind.

the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.

each one paled in comparison to the next. but as more time passed by they were all jinx had to cling to. obsessively latching onto just about every scenario that pervaded her thoughts. she needed to believe it, she needed to convince herself.

however, not enough convincing could distract jinx from reality. you didn’t return that night or the next. soon the waiting culminated into long weeks, accompanied by radio silence. she woke up, praying that she’d see your face— anything to remove that image she was stuck with. she wanted to touch you, kiss you, hell even get down on her knees if necessary. jinx would’ve done anything to take that night back. despite this she woke up alone and exhausted, growing bitter as time inched by. 

months had come and gone since jinx had last seen you. contrary to popular belief heartache wasn’t healed over time. it was replaced by an endless void that grew until it was rotting and blackened. the space sat at the center of jinx’s heart, and rather than working to heal it, she just found ways to numb the vessel. yet the most convenient coping mechanism arose in an endless cycle of drinking— and inventing. thus most nights she was out scouting for pieces in the form of old rubble. before stopping by the last drop to wash away her sorrows, and on this dull night it was absolutely no different. 

the air reeked of gasoline— so jinx knew she was on the right track. all she needed was gas, a small amount to complete the final part of her new invention. she’d spent most of the day roaming the streets until she’d come across an old engine. without a moment of hesitation, she snatched it from the junkyard, setting off toward the last drop. it was a prime environment for distractions, preventing her mind from lingering elsewhere. 

loud music boomed through the bar as she sauntered in with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. she took the first open seat at the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. the man slipped a light blue drink her way, watching as she chugged it down in one gulp. although alarming, it had almost become routine for jinx. the harsh taste and burning sensation that filled her throat didn’t even seem to phase her. 

“feast your eyes on this beauty,” she exclaimed plopping the engine out in front of her. jinx’s veins pumped with adrenaline as she fidgeted against the wood, sliding the drink back.the bartender’s eyes flickered between giddy jinx and the drink before lifting the pitcher, and refilling her cup to the brim.

“whatcha got there?”

she took a long sip of the drink smacking her lips together, “this my friend is the solution to all of my problems.” in more ways than one it wasn’t really an exaggeration. absolutely nothing beat the rush that jinx got from creating. it was something that only she could control— and it sure as hell wouldn’t leave her. 

she began taking apart the engine, setting aside the pieces she needed. her eyes were bloodshot and her body was way beyond tired yet she refused to succumb to the exhaustion— once she fell asleep there was no telling what images she’d have the pleasure of revisiting in a nightmare. hence she worked tirelessly until her fingers were numb, but even then she shot back another glass, stepping outside for some fresh air. 

the moon was full, casting a white haze over all the nearby properties. small stars nestled into the clouds revealing themselves in rare glances that mesmerized jinx. the scene was beautiful but she couldn’t help but frown. she hated somber moments like these, it left her remembering and yearning for something that she no longer had. she constantly found you in everything and it only forced the void in her heart to fester. jinx felt like she was in a dream. one where she could almost hear your voice, reminiscing in the way it filled her ears so sweetly. she’d dreamed of it several times but it felt so different now. it felt real. 

in the distance jinx saw two figures, although she couldn’t make out their faces, one of them felt so familiar. laughter traveled from the couple to her— and it was unmistakably you. jinx couldn’t have made it up if she tried. she knew your laugh, she knew the way it sounded better than you did. it was infectious just like it was the last time she’d heard it. the sound nearly sent the drink flying from jinx’s grasp. despite the pestering voice that urged her not to, her legs carried her further.

you stood next to a figure— one that she’d never seen before. the woman’s hand slipped into yours as you leaned closer nuzzling into her side. she wrapped her free arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. jinx’s stomach turned, contorting into a large knot that tightened the longer she watched. she wanted to call out but once again she was speechless, subject to the very emotions that pulled the two of you apart. 

she’d never considered the possibility that you’d moved on. jinx had always hoped that some way— somehow you’d find your way back to her. and that maybe you were struggling too, grappling with restless nights and the memories of what you once were together. but seeing it— seeing you now, it changed everything. you weren’t a slave to your emotions, you were coping just fine and falling in love with someone new in the process. thus there was no gray area, you weren’t coming back and there was nothing she could do.

the two of you continued walking, diminishing the distance between you and jinx with each step. however, you didn’t recognize her until you were just a few feet away. jinx’s eyes were sunken and bloodshot, she was paler than ever, and if you hadn’t known better you would’ve mistook her for a ghost. she looked nothing like the radiant girl you’d once fallen for— she was a stranger. 

for a brief moment, your eyes met hers. you didn’t know what you were searching for. maybe remnants of your old lover, indications that she was still there. but alas you were met with nothing, not even the slightest reminder. jinx’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. yet this sentiment wasn’t exclusive to you. she too found herself searching, desperately scouring for the person you once were in her gaze. but there was nothing to be found— you were a stranger. 

“who’s that?” your girlfriend whispered, glancing back at jinx. you snuck one last look at her frail frame, relinquishing yourself of any guilt and attachment towards her. the person you’d once loved had morphed into an unknown figure before your eyes, thus there was no need for them anymore. 

you turned back toward your girlfriend, placing a small kiss on the underside of her jaw as you cooed, “no one important, let’s go.”