#theiram :))))

[riza-hawks-eye]

You will never get me to shut up about the Episode 2 scene with Vander and Powder at the Last Drop. It’s this little personal ritual that Vander and Powder share with each other and only each other and it’s ADORABLE.

Vander just knows Powder is feeling down and he instinctively tries to rectify that by making her her juice exactly how she wants it in her favourite cup with a straw. He knows something is horribly wrong when it doesn’t instantly cheer her up.

It’s interesting how similar the scene is to the Chuck scene in act 2. 

Jinx still goes through the motions of sitting at the bar and expecting to get her juice with the cup and the straw.

Only Chuck doesn’t immediately get it. Jinx has to order her drink with the hand gestures and give the bar a knock to get Chuck to remember the straw all while Chuck is shitting himself. Jinx comes into the scene with this hyper unnerving energy and feeds off of Chuck’s fear of her. 

No one else understood Jinx’s drink, no one shared the routine with her but Vander, even Silco doesn’t do it.

Kind of a reach but I think the Chuck scene subtilty conveys that Jinx actually misses Vander, she still wants the routine, she wants her drink the way Vander did it. But Vander isn’t here anymore so she needs to threaten the hapless bartender to just get some semblance of that moment she had with him.

Season 2 wishlist:  Give us a parallel to the episode 2 scene with Jinx and Warwick. 

[polymathart]

Yeah, he needs a new job now. Maybe he opened a restaurant with Jericho?

[arcanegifs]

Arcane Gif Requests: anon ↳ "You're doing great, Chuck. Here, for your troubles."

[aeolid-funkt]

U go girl throw that molotov

Or, perhaps, chuck it.

[archangeldyke-all]

hi Angel!! Hope you are doing well (I know you are with the Sevika content)

I was thinking of Sevika w a girlfriend who LOVES to bite her like just “nom” any time they can (I suggest this because of the Caitlyn and Sevika moment yes)

heehhehehehhehehe micron i love u

men and minors dni

it's a good thing sevika likes being bit, because you just can't help yourself.

it's how you show affection, sometimes! or, even, if you're pissed you'll nip her to let her know. and fuck, how could you not wanna gnaw on her, when her muscles are so big and chew-able.

the only problem is, most of the time you end up turning sevika on, even if you don't really mean to.

she reaches across the table on your dinner date to wipe your mouth clean for you, and you'll nip her fingers in thanks; sevika ends up throwing a handful of coins on the table and dragging you out of the restaurant to get home.

she's being unreasonably bitchy to theiram after a bad day and you'll nip her earlobe to calm her down. it does more than calm her down though, and you guys end up making out at the bar.

if you ever need sevika to say yes to something, you just gotta give her a hickey. by the time you've sucked the bruise into her skin, sevika's putty in your hands, smiling drunkenly up at you andready to agree to anything you say.

"sevika, baby..." you coo, your thumb rubbing the hickey blossoming on her skin. "please come to the opera with me. when 're we ever gonna get the chance again? we can dress up nice, smoke a big joint on the way up, and pig out on all the nice appetizers and wine..."

"yeah, alright." sevika agrees happily, smiling up at you. "we're gonna find some dark corner to make out in though." she says. you grin and swoop down to kiss her again.

if you ever need her to relax, you pin her to the closest flat surface and start nibbling on her collarbones. she'll melt under your touch, and you'll start scratching at her scalp. when she finally lets out a gusty sigh, you can talk to her.

"what's goin' on, baby? you're all stressed."

"just... silco." she mumbles. you chuckle, nipping the tip of her nose. she smiles.

"dunno if you know this but... silco's not here." you tease her, gesturing out to you apartment. "he doesn't even have a key. you're safe here, baby." sevika rolls her eyes and bites your cheek, pulling you in for a hug.

and, best of all, if you need her desperate and begging for you all you have to do is really sink your teeth into her.

"'s cute how easy you are for me." sevika teases from above you.

you scowl and pout, and then smirk a bit when you remember your superpower. "c'mere." you demand, pulling sevika down.

when you sink your teeth into her shoulder, sevika collapses on top of you, her confidence and bravado evaporating with your teeth in her throat. she whimpers and whines, wiggling against you. "y-you're evil." she whines.

you giggle. "thought i was easy."

sevika just pouts, before shooting forward to kiss you again.

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[not-rigel]

The Draw

rating: M

Warnings: drinking, alcoholism tendancies, SOFT sevika, sevika comforts you

what if you're having a bad week and sevika comforts you

WC: 670

It's Tuesday night, the slowest night of the week at The Last Drop. Tuesday nights were when the crew would hang, laughing and drinking over a game of cards. But you were in no mood. Your week was horrible, bad news combined with sore muscles and minor inconveniences stole every bit of joy from you. You would've skipped out on “hang out night” but you didn't want to be questioned over your absence. So you decide to still make an appearance. 

Most of the crew doesn't notice anything off about you when you beeline for the bar. Most of them. It doesn't pass Sevika's attention that you don't wave in her table's direction. Sevika exhales the smoke from her cig and folds her hand. 

She strides over to where you're sat at the bar, “Gonna join us later?” she asks. 

You don't want to snap at her, so you take a sip of your drink before answering, “Just came for a drink. Not really in a chatting mood.” 

Her brow raised, looking you over. You look like shit, bags under your eyes and slouch to your shoulders. Beyond that, you didn't look like yourself. Your eyes held no brightness. Sevika doesn't like it. She considered going back to her game, wanting to give you the space you wanted. But it felt wrong to leave you alone. 

“Drinks on me,” she said. 

As you stare down your glass, trying to zone out from the world. But Sevika standing over your shoulder was making that impossible. You hadn't noticed but your breathing grew heavier, frustrated sighs between sips of your drink. The alcohol is not taking effect yet so you down the rest of it in one go. Sevika recognized that action. Something she's done countless times. 

“Alright, you're cut off,” she commands, talking your glass and handing it to Theiram. 

“What the fuck, Sevika?” you growl, hands clenched into fists. 

“You're not alright.” 

“Obviously,” it's mean and cruel but you can't stop the words. 

Sevika frowns. She would've been offended if she didn't understand exactly what you were going through. You didn't need to say a word to her. She just needed to be sure you didn't drown yourself in alcohol tonight. 

Guilt simmers inside of you, much less than your frustration. But its enough for you to apologize, “Look, I'm not in the mood tonight and I'm sorry for being bitchy right now. But you can't cut me off!” 

Sevika still stands over you, her stubbornness is infuriating right now. But your infuriation doesn't boil into anger. As the alcohol begins to cloud you mind, it instead cools into sadness. You feel pathetic and ridiculous and sad. You yelled your friend for fuck sake. The guilt takes over your frustration completely. 

Sevika sees the very moment you break, your eyebrows pinching and tears welling in your eyes. She needs to do something. 

“What's your favorite song? she asks. 

It's so out of place that you stop feeling sad for a moment. You answer her with a confused tone, unsure as to why she wants to talk music as you start to have a breakdown. 

“Good one. One of my favorites too.” 

“Bullshit,” you huff. 

“It's not,” she chuckles, not at you but because you know she doesn't lie. “One sec.” She pats the bar and walks over to the jukebox. When you hear the beginning notes of your favorite song, it begins to settle in that she only cares. She wants to know why. When you begin to feel the draw, the urge to pull away emotionally, you look at her. Looking for a reason to not retreat. 

So you don't verbally attack her when she walks back to you. You don't pull away when she draws you in for a hug. But you do cry when her lips press against your forehead. You cry as she pets your head, whispering “you're okay” and “I've got you” into your hair. Sevika won't go anywhere, not until you know you're okay. 

[hastyprovocateur]

Switch up ->->>>

(Sevika reports for morning duty)

Sevika- Man, I'm so pooped. Had to drop the dog at office and the wife at the groomers.

Theiram- That's a lot. I would've dropped the dog at office and the wife at the-

Sevika- ...

Theiram- ...

Sevika- I gotta-

Theiram- Yeah

[julietwiskey1]

Jinx having a crush on Theiram, sorry I mean Chuck, is hilarious. And right when he thought Jinx was out of his life she’s going to stick her boyfriend on him. Poor Chuck.

“Hugs, Kisses and wishes” for the fanfic ask game.

WIP Ask Game!

Tagging @redrum-alice because that one joke about Chuck inspired all this😆

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Jinx sat on Ekko's desk playing Tick-Tock Bomb!

The players drew chibi drawings of their heads to fill in as X's and O's. The loser's face was crossed and drawn with explosions.

"You cheated!"

"How do you cheat at what is basically tic-tac-toe?" She took a bite of her PB & Jinx. It was her version of a PB&J  that was more dessert than an actual sandwich.

It was cut into two triangles and the bread was suagr toast sprinkled with cinnamon.

Between the peanut butter and strawberry jelly were strawberry slices drizzled with chocolate syrup.

"You drew over mine, you sore loser!"

"Call me that again." she challenged. "I'm going to kill you and dance over your grave." she dug two fingers into the side of his head. She said, "Pew!" as she shot him.

"You're not as great of a shooter as you think." he took a bite out of his slice.

Jinx narrowed her eyes at him, "And why the fuck would you say that,sunny boy?"

"I managed to make it to twenty." he took a sip of milk from his mug.

Jinx gave it to him as a gift and drew firelights and his hourglass symbol with a blue and red heart.

"You think. I rigged your whole, precious sanctuary with bombs."

"I've been told that I'm a great kisser," he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'll get the information out of you sooner or later." he stroked her bottom lip with a smirk.

Jinx stilled. Her cheeks grew warm and her fluttered erratically along with the butterflies infesting her stomach.

Instead of giving in, Jinx swatted his hand away. "Go fuck yourself. I hate you."

Ekko's laughter was like warm syrup-covered pancakes that gave your insides a comforting hug.

The sunlight always seemed to find him and cast a soft glow around him. Jinx thought It was as if the Heavens were shining down a light on one of their own.

They've been dating for four weeks now and Jinx never thought she could be happier.

Her eyes glinted with mischief as an idea came to her. She stirred her chocolate milk with a straw. "I had someone else before you."

"I remember. The guy you almost kissed at the party?"

She had wanted to forget her crush on Ekko by kissing some guy she thought was decently handsome.

It didn't work.

She took her anger out on him during the next shimmer raid.

She sucked the milk bubbles with her straw. "Not that rando. The difference is that I saw him everyday," she couldn't restrain her chesire grin. "His name is Chuck. He was Silco's bartender."

[nagatake-von-hatsune]

Jinx returns to Zaun and ends up on the doorstep of the Last Drop. What she sees is unexpected. 

It's lively. The Last Drop isn't what it was, not under Vander nor Silco. 

It was different, it was a tavern, and it looked like heaven.

Here you go lovelies, this was a collaborative work with JJastankova, hope you enioy it!

[divinegrey]

RISE OF THE FALLEN / jinx x fem!reader

THE VANISHER SERIES, part 5

masterlist for the series here

as a celebration of 200 followers, here's another part of the vanisher series. i hope you enjoy <3

prompt: in the aftermath of your bloody beatdown, you and jinx spend more time together. the shocking information of the return of a long lost sister sets things into motion.

words: 3389

warnings: mentions of psychological abuse, cursing, canon-typical violence

“Someone has been lying!”

You watch as Jinx throws a random bomb down the silo. Curiously, you glance over the edge and watch as it falls, falls, and falls. Then, you hear the telltale KABOOM! of the grenade detonating.

“Right,” you say from your spot on your chair, checking one of the many injuries you sustained a week ago. “And who gave you this information, exactly?”

“Chuck! At the bar!” Jinx turns to you with a look in her eyes that tells you exactly what she’s thinking of. You exhale.

“You mean Theiram?” You correct, raising a curious eyebrow. When she waves her hand dismissively, you shrug. Chuck is Theiram. Theiram is Chuck. You don’t question it. You’re more concerned about her state of mind. Over the past few days of your recovery, she’s been so on her guard and protective of you to the point where if anyone has come even a foot near you, she’s right by your side, gun drawn.

While you appreciate her need to protect those she cares for, it does do something to taint your otherwise silent image. You’re an assassin. Having Zaun’s most feared woman as your… companion is going to muddle things a little bit. They’ll begin to associate you with her, then they’ll think Silco has finally hired you as part of his permanent staff.

Quite frankly, you don’t want to see his little bitch face again.

“I need— I need to do something, I need to know what’s going on,” Jinx says, putting her hands on her desk. In the reflection of the cracked mirror, she looks at you.

“I can get the information you need,” you say, standing up. “It might be worthwhile to take a quiet approach to this.”

“No.”

“...no?”

Jinx leans against her desk. “Toots, you’re banged and bruised. I ain’t letting you go back out there when three of your ribs are broken!”

“Sweetheart, I’ve gone through worse,” you say, making careful strides toward her.

The past few days could be described as paradise and pain. Pain because you’re recovering from being beaten up by Silco with a metal pipe, and paradise because Jinx kissed you. Jinx. The woman you had slowly been falling for despite every urge you had to safeguard yourself from the emotions you keep locked away in your chest. You hadn’t wanted those emotions to ever get out, but they did because Jinx pulls every part of you to the surface.

You fear the moment she reaches the bad parts that have laid buried for years.

Jinx meets you halfway, putting her hand on your chest over your collarbones. “I know you have.”

You understand intimately what she’s asking in the way she says it. Gently, you rest your hands on her hips, leaning down to put your forehead on hers. “I had to do things, endure things in order to become who I am now. They weren’t good things, Jinx.”

“Like what? Surely, can’t be as bad as… the things that I— that I’ve done.” Jinx trips over her words. You can feel her start to fiddle with the front of your shirt, nails tangling in the fabric.

You’re curious. “And who’s to dictate good and bad?”

Jinx swallows roughly. Her eyes jitter back and forth on your face, unable to choose a place to look. “I had a family. Before Silco. They—” She puts her head on your chest. “I killed them.”

Oh, we’re more alike than you think, my darling.

“Mylo, dead. Claggor, dead. Vander, dead.” Jinx’s hand curls into a fist.

The Hound of the Underground. Her father? Adopted? You believe with a sharp certainty that Mylo and Claggor have to be the two mock dummies sitting on the couch not too far away from where you’re both standing.

“My sister, Vi, she—” Jinx exhales sharply and in a sudden turn of events, shoves herself off of you. She turns her head away and folds her arms over her chest. “Vi called me a jinx. ‘Cause I got them all killed.”

Ah. You did wonder where her name came from. You make a mental note of this Vi and tuck it away in your head for later. A new trail to investigate, for better or worse. On another level, you sympathize with Jinx; the pain of killing your family is one you unfortunately understand. Perhaps in a more personal regard.

You go back to the topic. “Was that good or bad?”

“Bad,” Jinx says with unrivaled clarity. “I fucked up. I killed them. I can’t get any of them back now, toots.” She turns around and looks at you with so much pain in her eyes that your heart aches all the way to your bones. “And now that I have you I’ll fuck up again and it’ll be my fault and I’ll lose you and I can’t—”

You intervene. “Who’s telling you that?”

Jinx swallows. “Them.”

You glance over your shoulder to the dolls of Mylo and Claggor. You say, “They’ve been in your head for a long time, haven’t they?”

“Since they died in the warehouse explosion.”

You know now what she’s talking about. Somewhere in the back of your head you recall being on the balcony of your mentor’s home and seeing a plume of blue smoke rising from the ports. That was Jinx. How long ago was that? Seven years? You were barely twelve, barely three years into your training. Jinx was twelve when that happened. All the pieces come together in your mind, the answers becoming clear.

“Did you intend to kill them?”

A flash of something in Jinx’s eyes. Her voice cracks, “I only wanted to help.”

“Then it wasn’t your fault, darling,” you reply. You take her hands and squeeze them. ���Regardless of what happened, your intent wasn’t bad. You wanted to help them. How could you have known what was going to happen after? We’re not fortune tellers, Jinx, we’re human. Fate is something far beyond our control and our understanding.”

To drive your point home, you lay a kiss on the ridges of her knuckles, then on her forehead. She leans into your touch, her shoulders shaking with the intensity of her emotions. You understand her more now. You brush your hands through her hair, playing with her bang the same way you did this morning when you woke up before her, and she was half-sprawled out over you in the most protective manner possible.

She’s stopping you from helping because she wants you alive. Doesn’t that say something about her?

“Whatever you’re planning, Jinx…” you trail off, figuring out your words. “I’ll help you. I promise. But,” you pull away so you can cup her chin and look at her. “If I see you going down the same path I did… I will stop you.”

Anger passes her face. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t learn to pick up on the subtle signs of her eyebrows knotting together by a fraction, or the curve of her lip downward.

“Why?” Jinx asks with an earnest tone in her voice. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Jinx, I haven’t let anyone touch me the way you have in years,” you reply, putting her hands on your stomach, over the wound she stitched up at your hideout that turned into a nasty but healed scar. Then to your face, where you still harbor bruises from last week. “I trust you. More than anyone else in this damned world.”

“Then… would you stop me? Don’t you want me to do good?”

“You don’t need to do good for me. Do good for yourself, and yourself only. There is still good in you, despite everything that has happened to you. Your trauma, your childhood… you had to survive somehow. I don’t blame you for anything you’ve done,” you say. “Though it may be your name, you are not a jinx.”

You kiss her, trying to help her understand how you feel for her through your lips. She holds onto you tightly, the taste of salt on your tongue from her tears. You can only imagine what’s running through her mind at this very moment, and you can only hope that you’re a balm to her pain, not an irritator.

“The things you’ve done don’t compare to what I’ve done,” you utter. “Not ever. I see the light in your soul, darling. Your soul could never be as black as mine.”

“You’re not bad, Vanny,” Jinx whispers against your mouth. “Not to me.”

I wish I could believe it, you think. You kiss her one more time, your bodies flesh to flesh, molded together to become one being. When she pulls away, you hug her, holding your head to her chest. She’s fond of listening to your heartbeat.

“So what’s the plan?” You ask.

Jinx gives you a smile, then turns to her desk. She pulls out a case. “I’ve been working on something for a few days. While you were sleeping.”

You knew that. You’re a light sleeper, but you gave Jinx her privacy when she needed it.

“Sevika will know. She always does, Silco tells her everything. Those two girls that Chuck mentioned, Sevika is probably tailing them. We find out who they are,” Jinx continues. She pulls two items out of the case and turns around. The items are masks— one gold, and the other a dark black metal with engravings on it. She holds the black one out to you with a frightening determination in her eyes. “And we do it the hard way. Payback for what they did to you.”

You take the mask and examine it. On the inside rim, your fingers run over an engraving that says mine.

A smile comes to your face and you put it to your face. A perfect seal. The air filtration kicks in and when you talk, the voice modifier activates, “On your lead, Jinx.”

~~~~~

You’ve taken your place in Silco’s office, against the far wall to the door so that when Sevika comes in (because she will), she doesn’t spot you immediately.

Three… two… one.

The door flings open. Sevika stomps in, looking pissed as all hell. Loudly, she says, “We lost her.”

In Silco’s chair, Jinx turns around, clipboard in her hand. She tilts her head to the side, asking with curiosity, “Lost who?”

She makes a gesture with her fingers. Immediately, you pull the nozzle on the container tucked under your arm. A noxious green gas hisses, leaking from the container. You toss it into the ground in front of Sevika, causing her to turn in your direction.

“You little bitch,” Sevika curses, but it’s followed by coughing. She stumbles, and you merely give her a wiggle of your fingers, very Jinx-like in manner. In your peripherals, you see Jinx putting on her mask, a look on her face that makes your heart pound a little faster inside of your chest.

You watch with complete and utter amusement as Sevika’s face slams into the table. Her body hits the floor.

“Toots, you played your part wonderfully, but the show ain’t over yet!” Jinx leaps from the chair. Together, you heave Sevika onto the chair and tie her there with rope. You clear the gas from the office with the vents, ignoring the dull pains in your chest. Silco did a number on you.

You watch Jinx put a knife into Sevika’s mechanical arm. Nice.

When everything is done, you take a seat in the corner of the room. You make sure to position yourself in the most relaxed manner, but also to ease some of the aches you’re still nursing. Jinx takes notice of this, a questioning look to her face when she looks your way. You wave her off, but you have a feeling that she’ll bring it up later.

With a rather loud SLAP! Jinx brings Sevika back to consciousness.

“Pretty nice arm you have there,” Jinx says, sitting on the table with her boots on the armrests of the chair. Her flexibility rivals yours if you were in any state to do so. Jinx pulls the knife free of the wires, twirling it to her other hand to hover over Sevika’s true arm. “Would be a shame if you lost your other one.”

“Hmph,” Sevika grunts. She looks over in your direction. You do nothing, merely watching from the sidelines.

“Hey!” Jinx snaps. “Eyes on me. You know something. I want to know it before I cut your throat open.”

“Right, fine,” Sevika says. “Your big sister Vi is back in town. Hanging around with an enforcer girl. Looks like she’s replaced you.”

Jinx twitches.

“It’s only a matter of time before you do something fucking stupid and implode. Maybe Silco will finally get the message that you’re unreliable,” Sevika continues, leaning her head forward as she continues to goad Jinx. Sevika looks at you. “Just as unreliable as that piece of shit in the corner.”

Jinx hangs her head for a few seconds, backing away. For a moment, you’re tempted to stand up, to tell Sevika to shut up and bury your hidden blade into her throat. Then, Jinx starts laughing, and god damn, her acting skills are getting better and better by the day.

“Oh, ten out of ten!” Jinx slams the knife into the chair, gesturing with her hand to you. “You think she’s bothered by any of your shit? C’mon, she’s way better than you. Like, way better.”

She pushes Sevika’s chair back, simultaneously executing a backflip onto the floor. Jinx walks around the table, hands on her hips. “A message, hm? Well, I know just exactly how to send it to him.”

With that, she grabs the edge of the chair and spins it. She keeps spinning it, Sevika unable to stop herself from going any faster. Jinx waves, then at the perfect time, slams her fist into Sevika’s jaw. You know this time that she’s going to be out for a while.

You rise to your feet. “Your sister is back.”

Jinx exhales. “Apparently.”

“Let me do some recon work, darling,” you ask, putting a hand on her shoulder when you reach her side. “I’ll find her, wherever she is. Nothing in this city gets past me.”

Jinx looks at you, then raises a hand to your face. You let her take off the mask without question, and she gets up onto her tippy toes. The first kiss is sweet, her fingers curling at the nape of your neck. The second is harder, more insistent, and it kicks you into motion, bringing her body closer to yours. It’s exactly what Jinx wants, and you’ve never known her to not go after something she needs.

You lift her onto the desk without a shred of hesitation. She’s lighter than a feather, which is really just odd considering she carries around the heaviest machine gun you’ve ever fucking seen. However, that’s the last thing in your mind when her legs go around your waist and she huffs into your mouth.

“You’re aware we aren’t alone, right?” You say, her forehead pressed against yours. She grunts.

“She’s passed out. She doesn’t need to know,” Jinx retorts, a glimmer of something sharp and hungry in your eyes. “Have I ever told you how mighty fine you look in that poncho, toots?”

“No, but you’re more than welcome to tell me,” you reply.

“Less talking, more smooching, I’m feeling riled,” Jinx says, not even giving any second thought to the repercussions of making out in her adopted father’s office with Sevika passed out in the chair a few feet away, but to hell with it. You can’t ever say no to Jinx. Especially not when she’s got you wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it.

One thing she likely does know is that she’s a very good kisser. She’s smiling into your mouth and there’s definitely the lingering aftertaste of candy that sits on your tongue. You feel the pull in your chest pushing you into her body, causing her to lean and place her back flat on the desk.

You look at her, simply in the awe of her. Jinx folds her arms behind her head, a smug smile on her face. She looks divine.

You look past her and your throat seals up. Your blood turns cold.

The hazy mirage of your mentor looks on you with a face of scorn on her scarred expression. She’s disappointed; you fight back the tears that prick in your eyes, the desperate need for her approval coming back as a roiling force of power that takes over your entire body. In the back of your mind, you hear the click… click… click… of the metronome she would use to train your mind into the state of paralysis you feel yourself slipping into.

Paralysis because it was the only way to empty yourself of any recognizable emotions. Now you hear the metronome because you’ve disappointed her, you’ve failed—

“Come back to me,” the voice of Jinx sounds so far away. “Vanny, come back.”

Click, click, click, click, click, click, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK—

Your mentor narrows her eyes at you. She shakes her head and the wave of shame and humiliation feels like fire and lava in your body. Your lungs feel tight.

Get out of my head, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! You’re screaming. Are you? Verbally or mentally?

Arms around your neck. You shove them off with all the force you have.

The metronome stops.

Good, croons the voice of your mentor. Very good.

You blink, staring at your hands. Your head snaps up to Jinx, staring at you with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions on her face. Fuck. You fucked up. She was trying to help you, and you pushed her away, you hurt her. You did the thing you feared would happen if you let yourself feel something again.

You are the Vanisher. You are nothing but the omen of death, undeserving of love and joy. You kill. That is all you will ever do.

“Jinx, I…” you swallow thickly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

“Where did you go?” Jinx says, her voice so god damn timid and hurt. “Did I do something?”

“No, no, sweetheart, you didn’t do a thing I was just—” You shake your head, running your hand over your face. You bite down on the fabric of your glove before saying. “I have people in my head too.”

Immediately, Jinx frowns. Somehow, she looks angry at that. “Tell them to get the fuck out.”

“I wish it were that easy,” you reply, collapsing into a chair. Your legs feel weak, and you glance at Sevika in the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry.”

Jinx clambers down from the desk, taking a knee in front of you. Her hands go to your knees, rubbing your thighs through the fabric of your pants. She shifts upward, putting her forehead to yours— you inhale sharply, curling your hands into fists. Somehow, her saying nothing is saying more than anyone could ever do to comfort you. You know fully well she understands the torture of having someone haunting you at all times, eyes burning holes into your back at every turn. Jinx strokes your cheekbones and you find yourself matching her slow, consistent breathing. How the tables have turned, you think.

“I’ll go find Vi,” you say, your words low. “See what information I can get.”

Jinx nods. “Thank you, toots. Thank you.”

You manage to wrap your hand around her bicep. “I’d do anything for you.”

She pulls away— you fear you’ve said something wrong, but Jinx gives you such a soft smile that your heart melts. She kisses you softly. “Go. I’ll finish up with ol’ needle-fist.”

“Be safe,” you tell her. “I’ll find you when I’m done.”

Jinx backs away, and you kiss her long and delicate one last time before placing the mask she made you over your nose. The seal hisses, the voice modulator kicks in. You squeeze Jinx’s hand and the understanding in her eyes means more than anything in the world.

You disappear out the door and hit the Lanes. You draw your hood over your head, shadowing your face in darkness.

You won’t let Jinx down.

~~~~~

A/N: thank you to all of you who have supported the vanisher series. it means everything to me that you guys love the vanisher as much as I do! tag list: @its-a-game-i-lost

[togetherhearted]

Time for a question similar to which came first the chicken or the egg question. Which came first... Theiram or Chuck?

Jinx called him Chuck first so I say that 🤣

[archangeldyke-all]

sorry I JUST sent you an ask but I just thought of Silco and Reader being like two catty old ladies- absolute besties that will catch up over a glass of wine and gossip like in that one clip where Wendy Williams says “Guess who’s jealous of Adele? BEYONCÉ.” And Silco just GASPS

GOD AS:DFKSD

men and minors dni

okay 'cause here's the thing, as much as sevika LOVES gossiping and gossip in general, she's terrible at it.she can keep a secret to her grave, and she's incredibly intuitive and good at reading people, but she refuses to prod into people's business.

so it's no wonder that the two people she's closest to in the world are huge gossips.

there are a lot of upsides to it. you, silco, and sevika can almost always be found bitching after a hard week together, trading little bits of gossip about the people around town and cackling together as you joke and unwind.

sevika loves that you and silco are close outside of her. it makes her feel like she's got her own little family.

and it's surprisingly helpful in her line of work to always be up to date on who's fucking, and who's fighting.

but, then again... being close with two expert gossipers means sevika's never able to keep a secret from one of you for long.

she'll be having a rough period, think she's hiding it well, then silco will approach her by the end of the day with a grimace and a cigar. "your wife told me about your condition this week. i apologize for making you work so hard today, i wasn't aware."

if she and silco get in an argument that lasts longer than two days, you're always sure to stick your nose in their business and sort it out for them.

"sevika, you've got dinner with silco tonight. he's taking you to an apology steak night. he's got his statement all written out, i'm sure you'll accecpt." you tell her on her way out of the door in the morning.

sevika sputters. "what makes you so sure?!"

"i helped him write it! i know you-- i know how to patch things up with 'ya." you tease, pinching her cheek.

sevika just scowls and takes off for work, your giggle replaying like music in her head for the rest of the day.

and sometimes, really, all sevika wants to do is spend time with you, but you're too busy talking shit with silco.

"so... guess who's jealous of ran?" silco asks slowly as he lights up a cigarello.

sevika watches with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration as you lean forward in your chair, gasping an excited, "who!?"

"theiram!"

you burst into applause and laughter, and sevika groans and rolls her eyes, joining you on the couch for a night of gossip she's certain to fall asleep half way through.

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wrote this as a little cooldown prompt to end my night! hope it's good :D

prompt: hey honey, can you please do a jinx imagine in which the fem reader is from piltover but after meeting jinx she falls in love with her and decides to join her?? please that would be too good 🥺

words: 2052

warnings: mentions of sexual themes, drinking, cursing, typical jinx hijinks

Truth be told, you hate Piltover.

You despise the stuffy fashion, the sense of superiority that everyone has that compliments the sticks up their asses, and worst of all, the people are just downright awful. Sure, you’ve gone down to Zaun and seen what they have to offer, but at least the people there are truthful about their awfulness.

In Piltover, it’s all disguised under gilded smiles and honeyed words. You hate it.

The only reprieve you ever get is the weekly trip you take to the Undercity. You get into your grungiest outfit possible, throw a hood over your head, and make the trip down into the Lanes to get your fix of fucking freedom. Some days, you consider just abandoning your life in Piltover, to say fuck it and just throw yourself into Zaun. Would it be all that great? You’re not sure.

Maybe you don’t want to know the answer.

You push your way into the Last Drop. This place has become something like a second home to you. Maybe that’s putting it too highly since you’ve barely managed to escape a handful of bar fights before they get nasty, but you get the sense that people just like you are here to disappear from reality for a bit. The Shimmer fumes that people inhale certainly seem to indicate that.

Right when you get to the bar, somebody is being dragged out by the guards. You’re more than happy to fill in the spot, flagging down the bartender to order your usual. Theiram, as you’ve learned, seems to recognize your face. As much as you do try to blend in, you give off Piltie vibes.

But like anyone else, you’re here for a drink and to let go of your stress.

Something feels off tonight. Theiram is a little hesitant in making your drink. The bar itself is a bit quieter, as is the rest of the club. You notice Theiram repeatedly glancing upward at the rafters and damn, what’s so interesting about the rafters?

You take your drink from the counter and spin around in the stool. Your curiosity gets the better of you— you look up.

Huh. Didn’t expect that of all things.

Hanging by one of the beams of the Last Drop is what appears to be a woman. Long blue hair in twin braids going down her back. It’s hard to see, given the shadows and the lighting, but you swear you see clouds on her arms and torso. Tattoos?

You’re not here to judge. You’re here to forget.

You merely raise your drink up to the woman in the rafters as a toast, then guzzle half of it. Whatever Zaunites put in their alcohol gives it a goddamn punch, and you’re fucking glad to have it. Makes things easier to shove away into the back of your brain. Your job is the last thing you wanna think about at the moment, and the drink makes it all too easy to do that. You consider the possibility of being an alcoholic, but if you only come to Zaun once a week, can you really be considered a habitual drinker?

Whatever. Doesn’t matter.

“Hit me with another,” you tell Theiram. He obliges happily.

Somewhere between your second and third drink, you leave to go take a piss in the bathroom. The hallways are quiet compared to the main dancefloor, to the point where you can actually hear your own heartbeat as you sit on the toilet and feel your thoughts in your brain while you wash your hands. That’s simply a sign of the fact that you need more alcohol in your bloodstream, right?

You leave the bathroom, entering an empty hallway. You move towards the bar again, already having the drink you want in mind.

Only to find yourself being shoved up against the wall. Guess those drinks you had earlier were enough to dull your hearing senses into fuzzy nothingness because you hadn’t even heard anyone moving behind you.

“Oh, shit, hi,” you say, staring into the eyes of the woman you saw from the rafters above. You glance to the side at her arm caging you in against the wall, almost shielding you from the main area of the bar. You clear your throat. “Uh… need somethin’?”

“You’re from Piltover, aren’t ya?” Her voice is shockingly crisp. It’s borderline refreshing to hear.

“What gave that away?” You tilt your head to the side, mimicking her.

“Other than the fact that ya looked too damn clean and a little too stiff until you had a drink in you? Nothin’ much,” the woman says. “Name’s Jinx. Stands for Jinx. You?”

Dutifully, you give her your name. Jinx rolls it around in her mouth a few times and she gives you a sharp-toothed smile.

“Say, wanna cause some chaos?” Jinx asks, coming closer to you. She’s twirling her gun in her hand and you’d be lying if you weren’t interested in the machinery of it all. You’re not an engineer up on the surface for nothing. “It’s feelin’ a little too stuffy around here and I’d like to gently remind everyone to pull their heads out of their asses and have some real fun. You in, cutie?”

“I go along with your scheme, what exactly is in it for me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fuckin’ Pilties, always bargaining for something. Gotta hand it to you, you’re bold, I like that,” Jinx says, tapping the nozzle of her handgun on your sternum once, twice, then a third time. She narrows her eyes at you. “You any good with bombs?”

“I was something of a chemist on the surface. I know the difference between nitro and dynamite,” you reply a little unhelpfully, but Jinx doesn’t seem to notice. If anything, she looks even more excited.

And that’s how you end up exploding half of the dance floor in a haze of laughing gas. Turns out, the kind of explosive that Jinx actually meant was the kind that made people go temporarily crazy. You, luckily, didn’t experience such effects due to Jinx pulling you out before it could pull you under its dragon grip, but it didn’t make watching people fall over in fits of giggles any less funny.

“We should probably get outta here before people start comin’ after us, toots, you got a place to hide or what?” Jinx is on you. Literally on you, practically hanging herself around your body with a giddy, maybe drug-addled smile, but she’s goddamn pretty, and you’re willing to admit that straight to her face.

“My place has a pretty nice bed,” you suggest. “I know people down here hate Piltie’s… surely you can forgive my heinous crime of being a Topsider for one night, can’t you?”

You never considered yourself good with words, but it must’ve been good enough for Jinx because you’re high-tailing it back to the surface and giggling all the way home to your apartment on the third floor. She starts kissing you and there’s the faint taste of sweetmilk mixed with something sharp on her tongue and truth be told, going down into Zaun tonight might’ve been the best choice.

It’s a little bit of a mess, laughing in between kisses and scrambling to pull clothes off that end up in heaps on the ground, never to be seen again as the two of you fall into your somewhat spacious bed. You’re grateful you gave yourself the dignity of changing your sheets that morning, but you get the feeling Jinx wouldn’t have cared either way; her eyes are on you, and only you for the entirety of the night.

Truth be told…

You expect her to be gone in the morning.

Lo and behold, she’s right there when you wake up, face buried into the pillow next to yours and her hand holding onto your arm. This is likely the first time you’ve ever seen one of your hookups stay instead of fleeing back into the darkness. You wonder what's different this time.

Jinx’s eyes open and within those eyes, you find your answer. She’s even more beautiful in the morning light of your apartment, no shadows to obscure her expression. She’s gorgeous, and you tell her so. She slaps you in the chest, prompting you to cry out in mock pain (“my tit!”), and then you’re both giggling again until she’s picking her clothes off the floor and you’re kissing her goodbye at the door.

It isn’t the only time this happens again. Every week, you go back into the Undercity, and every week, you end up back in your bed with her.

One morning, with Jinx’s head resting on your chest and your arms around her, you consider the possibility that there’s more to this than lust. After all, you have learned substantially more about her over the small period of time you’ve known her. She’s Silco’s daughter— the crime lord of the Undercity. That doesn’t scare you that much. She learns you’re an engineer, working for the city’s dams and in charge of maintenance for the sump systems that divert floodwaters from rain into the ocean.

You learn. She learns.

“Hey, toots?”

“Yeah?” You look down at her, stroking your hand idly on her sharp jaw. She’s all skin and bones, but there are layers of well-earned muscle beneath it all.

“Why don’t you just come into the Undercity with me?”

It’s a tempting offer.

“What would I even do down there?” You reply, adjusting so that you’re more directly face to face with her for this conversation. Quietly, she mutters a few things to herself— retorting sharply back to a voice you never hear— before looking at you again.

“I’ve seen the designs on your blueprints. You don’t wanna work the fucking dams and sump systems. Come with me; we can design whatever we want, whenever we want! Nothin’ is tying you down here— no family, no nothin’.” Jinx blinks at you. You realize she actually sounds a little bit… nervous. “Whaddaya say, toots?”

You put your thumb over the ridge of her lips. “Where would I stay?”

“With me.” Jinx’s eyes flicker away for a split second. “If… if ya wanted.”

“Jinx, are you asking me to move in with you?” The skin-splitting grin on your face makes Jinx groan and push you away.

“Moment fuckin’ ruined! Never mind, forget I asked,” Jinx says, waving her hand at you as she sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed. You’re quick to follow, wrapping your arms around her and putting your lips to the back of her head. You love her hair, the residual smell of gunpowder mixed with something sweet that lingers to the blue strands.

“I never said no,” you whisper. Jinx turns her head to look at you. “I’ll do it. As long as you let me bring a few things from Piltover down to Zaun.”

“Like what?”

“Bedsheets, for one,” you say, cracking a smile. “Too many memories on these to let them go. Plus all of my equipment. And my clothes, though I have a distinct feeling you’ll get me new ones anyway.”

“So— so it’s real, you actually wanna come with me?” Jinx seems to be in complete disbelief. You sit beside her and put your hand on her cheek.

“I do. Believe it or not, despite us just having fun, I’ve… developed some feelings for you. Unprecedented, but… if you’re willing, then I’m willing, and I’d like to see where things go. Get a taste of the Undercity from your perspective,” you say, dropping your hand to her bare thigh to give it a reassuring squeeze.

Jinx stares at you for the longest time, then shows her teeth in a smile you think you’ll never forget for a long time. She throws her arms around you in a tight hug.

You end up in the bed for a few minutes more (read; a lot more), but it’s worth it, to see her joy blossom like that.

You go the other side with Jinx.

Honestly? Probably one of the best decisions you’ve made. It’s smelly, it’s gross, but hey… you’re free.

Plus, you end up having one of Zaun’s most feared criminals as your girlfriend. That’s the bonus.

~~~~~

A/N: gentle reminder, prompts are still closed folks. don't come and give me one and expect me to write it, okay?