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‘The cold air when the night comes.’ (Flashbomb AU, part 7 of ?)
AO3 Link for previous chapters
Here we go, the longest part yet! Everyone’s going through it, folks. Enjoy the emotional roller-coaster, with a bit of a surprise towards the end...
Song inspo: ‘Heaven’s Only Wishful’ by MorMor
TW: the usual mental health shenanigans, lots of swearing, and mature, sexual content 
(7,814 words)
Ekko
Given Jinx’s less than glowing first impression of her new roommate, Ekko hadn’t expected her and Lux to get on so well. At Jericho’s, seeing them so entranced by each other, he couldn’t believe it. He watched them from the kitchen, stole glances when service slowed. The pair were so at ease together, like they’d known each other for years. Nothing about how they interacted seemed forced or out of place.
Jinx was being true to herself, not like with Evelynn. Her eager smiles and animated mannerisms ebbed and flowed organically, spurred on by whatever she felt. Ekko imagined Jinx looked like that around him, too.
Funny, how comfortable she was with Lux after so little time. She already seemed attached. What if Lux ended up hurting her like everyone else did?
The worry gnawed at him. Stopped him from sleeping.
Hardly anyone in Jinx’s life stuck around. Even Vi chose her girlfriend in Piltover over her own sister. Ekko would never forgive Vi for that. Jinx had him, the asshole formally known as Silco, and no one else. No one.
Friends came and went, rarely more than acquaintances. Most people grew sick of her after a while. Sick of the chaos and the unpredictable mood swings, mostly. Even his best friend had never warmed to her. Scar wouldn’t say it outright, but he didn’t understand Jinx’s appeal.
People didn’t get her. It made Ekko rage just thinking about it. Her spark was wasted on them. But Lux…
It was early days, but Lux seemed different.
They hadn’t spoken much about why Jinx had grown so infatuated, only that she had, and wanted to do something about it. Lux’s looks were the most obvious starting point, but for Jinx to be so enamoured so early on, it had to run deeper than that. There was real chemistry there.
Had they…?
Damn.
‘Jinx…’ Ekko’s voice rasped into the quiet of his bedroom. He sounded like he had a bug in his throat.
It was early morning, barely seven a.m. Soon, he’d have to get ready for work, and Jinx would return to her dorm room. If he didn’t speak to her now, he’d lose his nerve and end up stressing about it for the rest of the day.
She stirred next to him. The parts of her face not covered by her blue tresses revealed the frown of a girl rebelling against consciousness.
‘Jinx,’ he said again, as he brushed the hair from her face and cupped her cheek.
She smiled and leaned into him, hands finding his waist and squeezing, like she was checking he was really there.
Now that he somewhat had her attention, he could ask what he needed to.
‘You and Lux,’ he began, already nervous of her answer, ‘nothing’s… happened… between you two… right?’
‘What…?’ Her tone was groggy and nonchalant. She sat up a little, strained to open her eyes so she could look at him. ‘What d’you mean?’
He propped himself up on his elbow, held her gaze.
‘Straight up,’ he said, and continued stroking her cheek so she understood he wasn’t angry. ‘I can tell there’s something going on with her, beyond you thinking she’s hot… I saw how you were with her before I joined.’
‘Oh…’
‘Hey, I don’t mind,’ he said, trying to reassure her. ‘I mean, isn’t that kinda the point of exploring all this stuff… to be open to falling for other people? Open with each other?’
‘I just like her is all,’ she said. ‘It’s not like… it’s not the same as with you. It’s new and… and it doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t want it to be. We haven’t kissed or done anything. But I guess… I think she wants to, maybe? I definitely want to.’
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Just, uh… just let me know if anything happens. And be careful. Lux seems cool but, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know her that well yet. I don’t want you getting hurt.’
‘Pfft, don’t worry,’ she scoffed, like she was unbreakable.
He wished he didn’t know better. Wished he hadn’t seen her broken.
Lying back on his hard mattress, he pulled her down with him. With a giggle, she happily snuggled into place as the little spoon.
‘Tell me about her,’ he said, as he traced circles along Jinx’s body, following the curves of her hips, along her tattoos and ridges.
Goosebumps speckled her skin. She sighed and bucked her hips into him, encouraging him to keep feeling her, to deepen his grip.
‘Hmm…’ She met his hands with her own and squeezed. ‘She’s like… Bizarro me.’
He frowned to himself, nuzzled into Jinx’s neck like it would help him think. Her statement didn’t compute. Jinx and Lux seemed like polar opposites. He could try to decipher what she meant, but he wanted her to explain.
‘What d’you mean?’
‘I dunno,’ she grumbled, sleepier than before. ‘ND things…’
Okay, maybe now wasn’t the time for big brain questions. That phrase was all he needed to hear, anyway. ND things. Gotcha.
He stilled his stroking, loosened his grip around her, and closed his eyes, relaxed into the moment.
‘Y’know, it’s funny,’ he said with a faint smile. ‘I really thought we’d do it this time. The whole bye for now thing.’
‘Yeah,’ Jinx said, half asleep. ‘Me too.’ She turned to face him. He squinted his eyes back open as she kissed him on the cheek. ‘…Ekko?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Does it bother you?’
‘Does what bother me?’
‘That I can’t leave you the fuck alone.’ Her tone was a little cocky and abrasive, cloaking her vulnerability.
‘Jinx,’ he kissed her lips, tender and secure, ‘I never want you to leave me alone. Ever.’
‘But—’
‘Nope, shut up,’ he said, and kissed her again.
‘But we were trying to be sensible,’ she urged. ‘Now we’re being idiots.’
‘Okay, so we’re being idiots,’ he said. ‘I don’t care.’
‘But your job’s full time now, and—’
‘Nope,’ he insisted, his heart bounding leagues beyond his head. ‘We’ll make it work, okay? No more trying to push ourselves apart. If neither of us want to do it, then why the fuck are we trying to, huh? Why not just… just be together?’
His chest tightened at the thought of Jinx disagreeing, but her soft eyes and perky grin calmed his concern.
‘…I have literally no idea,’ she beamed. ‘Why d’you always talk so much sense, boy saviour?’
‘Because I’m awesome.’
‘Sounds about right,’ she snickered and kissed him deeply. Swirled her tongue with his. Grazed her open palm against his crotch.
‘Fuck…’ He moaned into her mouth.
‘By the way,’ she said, sultry and low, ‘I know you like her too.’
‘Huh?’
‘Lux…’ She grabbed his bulge through his boxers. Squeezed back and forth. ‘I’m not the only one intrigued by her, am I?’
‘No,’ he gulped, struggling to contain the heat twisting in his gut. Fuck. She knew exactly how to touch him the way he liked. ‘You’re not the only one.’
She kissed him hard and bit down on his lip, making him yelp in glorious pain. He groaned, his cock yearning to be free from his boxers, to be inside her.
‘Knew it!’ Brimming with pride and lust, Jinx moved her kisses to his neck, sucking and licking, enjoying him as she pleased. ‘I saw the way you looked at her in our room, and at Jericho’s…’ She spoke in hastened breaths as she licked down his torso, hands grabbing and stroking him all over. ‘She’s special, Ekko.’
‘I believe you,’ he said, and he meant it, but his lover was clouding his mind. ‘Maybe we should… hang out with her… again… sometime…’
‘Mhmm,’ Jinx mumbled her agreement as she kissed down his snail trail. ‘For now, though…’ His throbbing erection tasted the air and then the warmth of her mouth. She enveloped him with her tongue and popped him out a second later with a cheeky grin. ‘I get to enjoy you all on my own.’
Oh, gods. Yes.
 Jinx
 It was nearly midday by the time Jinx traipsed back into the dorm room. Lux’s bed was empty, made up, and adorned with fluffy cushions. The t-shirt Jinx had lent her lay on top, neatly folded, as though Lux had never worn it at all. Ouch. Jinx assumed—hoped—Lux would keep it as a memento, or at the very least, still be there wearing it. Instead, Lux had fucked off somewhere and left the t-shirt behind, like it meant nothing. Like the whole night meant nothing.
Too exhausted to deal with the pangs of upset pummelling her chest, she kicked off her shoes and slumped into bed.
 Hours later, Jinx tossed in and out of sleep, unaware of the time and unbothered by the concept. In the stubborn bliss of her afternoon nap, she rolled over and stretched out her limbs as wide as they would go. The sheets were soft on her bare skin, and she hummed in contentment. Imagined Lux there with her, warm and irresistible under the covers…
A wave of frustration escaped in a strangled groan. Her eyes cracked open and wandered to Lux’s sterile bed.
Where was she?
The room was dead without her.
Suddenly bored beyond belief, Jinx picked up her phone. Ekko had messaged a while ago. A suitable distraction.
 Ekko:
this morning was… wow.
can’t stop thinking about it
 u get home safe? how’s our fave blondie?
 Jinx:
i know ;) <3
home safe xxx
no sign of blondie… beginning to think u like her more than i do ;) xxx
 She chuckled to herself, but as she moved onto the other message in her inbox, her face fell to a scowl.
 S:
Good job last night, Jinx. Still making me proud.
 Proud. She hated when he used that word. Hated the twinge of validation it gave her even more. Like she needed Silco to approve of her. Pfft. She already knew she’d done a good job. She’d sold out of shimmer, just like she promised. No more needed to be said.
Her angry thumbs shot out a sharp reply.
 Jinx:
Thanks. Would’ve sold nothing without your favourite little helper, though… x
 S:
You alone are more than capable. See you next week.
 Jinx:
Yep.
 Before she could dwell too much on Silco’s words, Ekko replied. He must’ve been on his break or something.
 Ekko:
fr? did lux not get back safe last night?
 Ugh. She should’ve known he’d respond like that. He was such a worrier.
 Jinx:
relax hero, she’s fine.
 Her words were more cutting than she’d intended. It wasn’t Ekko who had annoyed her. Lux was the one who’d made her indifference towards her perfectly clear, not him. Never him. He rarely annoyed her. Not in any way that mattered.
 She followed up:
sorry, been a weird day i guess <3 xxx
 Ekko:
okay, if you say so
i have her no. if u wanna check up on her?
gotta get back to jeri in 5 but can u give her a call or sth?
 Jinx:
srsly, ekko? >:( xx
 Ekko:
tell her i insisted
 Jinx:
ugh
i hate you <3 xxx
 Lux
 That morning, the campus map led Lux out onto a sprawling sports field of fading green, dying grass. There were people here and there, strolling or cycling past, sat in groups, soaking up the September sun.
She settled herself at the base of a broad oak tree. Cross-legged under the cool shade of the canopy, she retrieved her sketchbook and pencil case from her satchel, and stared at the first, blank ivory page. In a handful of days, she wouldn’t have the luxury of drawing or painting without scrutiny from her lecturer and peers. This sketchbook, she decided, was for her alone to do with as she wished.
With a freshly sharpened pencil, she made the preliminary sketch of the picture in her mind’s eye: Jinx and Ekko, arm in arm, walking away from her under the harsh glow of The Lanes’ neon lights.
It needed paint to bring it to life, but that required a proper setup, and with Jinx coming and going from their room, it made sense to wait until lectures started before finishing it properly. That way, she could make use of the art studios around campus and stay out of Jinx’s hair. She didn’t know where the studio was yet, but that was a problem for another day. For the time being, the important thing was keeping it from Jinx.
The last thing she wanted was for Jinx to find out that she and Ekko had inspired a painting. It seemed… inappropriate, somehow. Like it crossed an invisible, unspoken boundary.
In holding Jinx’s hand, Lux had already overstepped. If she wasn’t careful, she’d alienate them both completely.
 By the time the sketch was complete, the warmth of the day had faded to a cold, cloudy grey. The breeze under the tree grew bitter, and Lux shivered through her coat and layers of clothing. Wondered about going back. Back to the room she shared with Jinx…
Oh, gods. Lux couldn’t face her. Or Ekko. Not yet. Their night at Jericho’s was surreal and wonderful and intense, and she didn’t know how to process any of it. Until she’d figured it out, she needed to keep her distance from both of them.
The wind picked up pace, sending her blonde locks flailing about her face and assaulting the pages of her sketchbook. She packed away her supplies and huddled up, tucked her hands under her arms to warm them up a bit. Another hour outside wouldn’t do any harm, she supposed. Maybe she could find a nice café somewhere to kill some more time?
Was Jinx home yet? Had she noticed Lux wasn’t there? Did she care?
From somewhere deep in her coat pocket, her phone buzzed. Quiet at first, then louder with each chime. The number was unfamiliar, so she ignored it, but it rang again, and again, and again.
Lux groaned. Who was it, and why, oh why, were they bombarding her phone? Why couldn’t they get the hint? She would never answer.
Seconds later, a text popped up from the same number. She didn’t need to unlock her phone to get the message, loud and clear, typed out in pissed off capital letters:
 BLONDIE! IT’S JINX!!
 Okay, Jinx was awake after all, and had definitely noticed her absence. Was she angry? Was it about last night?
Maybe Jinx had finally realised that Lux was nothing but a loser. Beneath her.
Or maybe Ekko didn’t like how quiet she was around him?
What if she’d offended them by going home early? Sure, Jinx said it was okay, but what if she only said that to be nice?
Sometimes people lied in an attempt at kindness (another of Garen’s pearls of wisdom). Jinx didn’t seem the type, but what did Lux know? She never knew with people. And people never understood. Why would Jinx be any different?
She’d ruined it, hadn’t she? If she’d stayed out with them, if she’d faked it and pushed herself to breaking point, maybe she could’ve kept them close. Kept them as friends. But they were too cool for her, way too cool, and last night confirmed it. There was no way Jinx and Ekko liked her. Not really. Not the way she liked them.
Her chest constricted and she bit her bottom lip bloody, as she typed out a response.
 Sorry! I don’t really do phone calls, especially if I don’t know the number. Is everything okay? Xx
 No, too wooden. Why was she talking to Jinx so formally? No, no, no. It was too awkward. Too much exposition. She deleted it and started again.
 Whoops, didn’t know it was you! All good? Xx
 Much better. But were the kisses too much? Jinx didn’t add a kiss to hers… Lux sent it with the kisses removed.
It showed up as read almost immediately.
Breathe. Just breathe.
 Jinx:
whatever dude i’m bored af, where are u?
 Hiding from you…
 Lux:
Sports field. Why?
 Huh. Should she have lied and led Jinx astray? If Jinx wanted to look for her (for some unknown, unfathomable reason), there were a dozen other places she would’ve looked before the sports field.
Maybe Lux wanted to be found…
She shrugged off the notion; best not to hope for something so unlikely.
 Jinx:
sports field ahhahahahahhaaa wtfff
lol okay blondie, whatever does it for you i guess
k but srsly i’m losing my mind here lol
 What was Lux supposed to say to that? She was losing her mind, too.
 Lux:
Back soon :)
 That settled it, then. She had to go back and face reality. Meltdown, be damned. She’d plaster on a smile and act like Jinx’s bestie for the rest of the day until Jinx inevitably grew bored of her and left to see Ekko, or the many other friends she surely had on campus or in Zaun.
At least Lux had finished the sketch; the mess of the last twenty-four hours wasn’t completely in vain.
 Jinx
 Jinx couldn’t figure it out. Why had Lux spent the best part of her day on the sports field, of all places? She wasn’t the sporty type. Maybe she was there to people watch, or… Oh. She was there to get away from their room, wasn’t she? To get away from Jinx. Of course. Why else would she have left that t-shirt behind and disappeared before Jinx came home?
Lux was done with her. That was quick. It usually took a few weeks, at least, but a couple of days…? What happened? Was Jinx too intense, too keen, too excitable? Was it because they’d held hands? Lux initiated it, but still… should Jinx have pulled away? Was it too much? What if it freaked Lux out and she couldn’t process it? Was she even out?
Fuck, was Lux even queer?
Jinx had assumed Lux’s sexuality based on body language, intuition, and fucking vibes, but what if it was bullshit? What if Lux was just another pretty straight girl who was only being friendly with Jinx because they were stuck sharing a dorm room? Lux was on the spectrum and their brains were wired in similar ways, but so what? That alone meant nothing.
Plus… well… Lux clearly preferred Ekko. That much was obvious. She clammed up and went all shy the second he joined them at Jericho’s, like a schoolgirl face-to-face with her crush.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How had she gotten it so wrong? Lux liked Ekko, not her. Lux liked Ekko, and Jinx was someone she had to endure if she wanted to get close to him. It made so much sense. How could she have thought different? What a fucking idiot.
Jinx paced back and forth between the two beds, eyes on that damn t-shirt. After seeing Lux in that thing, how it clung to her in all the right places, she swore she’d never listen to The Smiths in the same way again. And now that she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated… FUCK. She wanted to set it on fire, along with the whole room. Maybe the whole goddamn campus while she was at it.
Okay. No. That wasn’t her. Not anymore.
She carded her fingers through her hair. Gripped onto the base of her braids and pulled. Twisted each braid around the corresponding arm like constricting pythons. Pulled and pulled and pulled. Head arched back, arms outstretched, the roots of her hair growing sore with each tug, she closed her eyes. Groaned hopelessly. Breathed in deep. Held it a while. Let the air settle in her lungs. Exhaled slowly.
Okay. It was okay.
Maybe Lux was interested in her, and maybe she wasn’t. Either way, she was okay. Everything would be okay. She had Ekko. She had her degree to focus on. The world wouldn’t end if Lux didn’t like her. She really fucking hoped Lux liked her, but if not, she could live with it. She had to.
Her eyes fell back to the t-shirt, and her breaths grew ragged. Fuckkkk. She couldn’t do it. No fucking way. She couldn’t just sit around, waiting, not knowing how Lux felt. Especially when she knew exactly where to find her.
 Zaun Metropolitan’s sports field was about half a mile from their dorm. Jinx ran it in two minutes. As she slinked along the hedge-rowed path towards the main body of grass, she slowed to a steady stride and looked out for a shock of blonde amidst the grey of the late afternoon. It was ten minutes since Lux’s last text, and given her sloth-like pace, if she had left since then Jinx would’ve already bumped into her. She knew Lux was still out there, doing whatever the hell it was that she was doing.
Squinting out upon the horizon, Jinx erupted in a giggle as she finally spotted Little Miss Sunshine sat with her spine propped up against a tall oak, staring at the cross-section of leaves and sky above, oblivious to the world around her.  
Jinx’s long, strong legs made short work of the distance between them. Lux didn’t stir as she approached.
‘Blondieeeee,’ she sang out obnoxiously loud, and crashed down next to Lux. Spread herself out on the grass, gangly limbs splayed in every direction.
‘Jinx!’ Lux whipped around to the source of the disturbance. ‘I was just about to—’ She cut herself off to examine the t-shirt hanging off Jinx’s frame, ‘—is that…?’
Jinx smirked and put her hands behind her head, stretching out her torso to allow Lux a full view of the t-shirt she’d left behind. The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow. Well, if Lux wasn’t interested in wearing it anymore, what was the harm in showing it some love?
It was a slightly petty move, but Lux’s reaction made it worthwhile. Her frown deepened, and she swallowed heavily as though holding back tears.
With her head cocked at an uncomfortable angle, Jinx’s gaze drilled into Lux’s semi-upside-down profile. The soft angles of her jaw, the elegant slope of her nose, her grey-blue eyes twinkling in the twilight. If all Lux wanted was friendship, Jinx wasn’t sure she could deliver. Not when she looked like that…
But blondie’s expression wasn’t quite that of a friend. Her pupils dilated, flickering all over Jinx’s form, like nowhere was safe to linger too long. Her cheeks grew rosier by the second. Was… was Lux checking her out?
A fire lit in her belly at the thought, and she licked her teeth, imagined gliding her tongue over Lux’s lips.
‘Why’re you wearing that?’ Lux’s voice was timid. Embarrassed, even. Something about Jinx wearing that t-shirt made her all kinds of overwhelmed.
She cared. Jinx wearing that t-shirt meant something to her. Last night meant something.
Jinx’s fire spread to her core, and she rolled onto her side, facing Lux with her legs pressed tightly together.
‘First thing I grabbed,’ she shrugged, and peered up at Lux with a questioning smile. ‘What’ve you been doing out here all day?’
‘Um, I don’t know… Getting some fresh air?’
Lux’s intonation was a dead giveaway. She was hiding something.
‘In Zaun?’ Jinx probed. ‘Why?’
‘Seemed like a nice day,’ Lux said, as she picked at the grass around her feet.
Jinx didn’t reply. She felt like running straight back to their room and locking the door. Gods, people were fucking impossible sometimes. Even the cute little princess. Why couldn’t she just cut the bullshit and be direct? She had spent her day avoiding Jinx. Why?
Why, why, why!?
‘So, um…’ Lux ripped a buttercup off of its stalk and began prizing its petals off, one by one. ‘How’s Ekko? What’d you guys get up to when I left last night?’
Of course, Lux was asking about Ekko, the only one of them she cared about.
No. Lux checked her out. The t-shirt meant something. It showed that Lux cared about both of them, not just Ekko. It was tangible proof of a connection. A fond memory between just the two of them. Getting ready together. Their night at Jericho’s. Talking about whatever came to mind, not worrying if it made them sound stupid. Exploring the differences in where they were from, their frames of reference, their shared scepticism and taste in alcohol. Making eyes at each other over their drinks. Holding hands…
Geez. Who was she kidding? Jinx was just being Jinx. Delusional. Getting carried away, like she always did. Idiot.
She needed Ekko for a second opinion. What time did he finish work, again? All she wanted to do was escape to his place and snuggle up on his bed. She never should’ve left it that morning.
‘Jinx?’ Lux prompted her with a little nudge to her leg.
The contact stung more than it should have, especially when Lux followed it up with a dimpled smile. Fuck.
‘What’d you guys get up to? Have fun?’
‘All the fun in the world, blondie,’ Jinx drawled. Circulated the clubs, got high, sold some cold hard drugs, made some cold hard cash, and then went back to Ekko’s where he fucked me senseless until we passed out. Jealous? ‘Ekko missed you, though.’
‘Really?’ Lux’s pretty grey-blue eyes lit up.
Ugh. Rejection pierced Jinx’s chest and tugged at her features, but she forced it down and pushed out a toothy grin instead. Rolled back onto her back with a thud.
‘Yup!’ She accidentally yelled.
Grey clouds blanketed the sky, gearing up for a night of rainfall. Jinx closed her eyes and wished for a storm. Anything to detract from the fire ripping her insides apart. Lux’s rejection had accelerated the flames, sent them blazing straight to Jinx’s heart.
It hurt, and there was nothing Jinx could do but endure it. If Lux wanted Ekko but not her, she had to accept that. In her head, she repeated the same mantra as before: she had Ekko, she had her degree to focus on, the world wouldn’t end if Lux didn’t like her.
Life would go on like it always did.
With her fire suppressed, Jinx sat up and mirrored Lux’s crossed legs. They met each other’s eyes fondly, then both turned their focus to the grass and foliage surrounding them.
‘Ekko asked about you, actually,’ Jinx said. ‘Gave me your number so I could check on you.’
‘…he did?’
‘Duh,’ she huffed, and couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. ‘Ekko’s good like that. He didn’t get to hang out with you as much as I did, so, I dunno… Guess he wanted to make sure you were alright after you left early.’  
‘Oh… right.’ Lux tossed Jinx a fragile, unconvincing grin, and tore up a huge clump of grass. Rolled it in her palms until the chlorophyll inside bled onto her skin.
Shit. Jinx had said the wrong thing, hadn’t she? Sure, she was in pain, but that didn’t mean she wanted Lux to feel it. Lux ended the night early for her own mental health, Jinx understood that. It wasn’t fair to imply otherwise, or to try and make her feel bad about that.
A wide patch of the field in and around Lux’s lap was roughly cropped and growing bald, like she had attacked it with a pair of jagged scissors. Jinx’s focus flickered from the grass’ bad haircut to Lux’s trembling fingers, and sore, nerve-bitten lips.
Shit, shit, shit. Jinx was so wrapped up in her own messy emotions that she hadn’t properly considered how Lux must’ve felt. That girl was out there imploding, and Jinx was too selfish to notice.
Shit, shit, fucking bastard shit.
‘He gets it, don’t worry, it’s totally fine that you left, you know, no hard feelings.’ Jinx spluttered the words out, mind racing over tongue. ‘He’s used to dealing with my bullshit, believe me, nothing you ever do or say around him will ever be as fucked as some of the crap I’ve put him through.’
She took a breath before she said too much. Recalibrated.
‘I just mean, uh… Ekko’s a really good dude, you know. He gets it, so please just… don’t worry about it. I think he wants to get to know you a little better, that’s all. And like, we’re roomies, so, obviously he’ll—’
‘He wants to get to know me…?’ Lux asked, taken aback. ‘Why?’
Gods, it was like nothing else Jinx had said mattered. Fine. It was fine. She’d need to set fire to something later, but sure, it was fine. Blondie had boy saviour on the brain. Lucky him. She met Lux’s grin with her own.
‘Have you seen yourself? You’re fucking hot, that’s why!’ Once again, Jinx yelled without meaning to. Couldn’t quite control what she said next, either: ‘Plus, he knows I like you, so he’s curious.’
Whoops. That was probably too much information.
‘What?’ Lux asked. ‘I’m hot, and he’s curious…? What’re you talking about?’
Of course, Jinx told Lux she liked her, and Lux focused on the parts about Ekko. Cast aside, once a-fucking-gain.
Time to try a slightly more direct approach…
Toes twitching in her boots, she brought her knees up to her chest and cuddled herself. Chewed on the inside of her cheek like it was her dinner.
‘Blondie,’ she cooed sweetly. ‘Do they have polyamory in Demacia? Like, is it a thing there?’
‘Erm…’ Lux laughed awkwardly, like she didn’t know what else to do. ‘Yeah, it’s a thing, Jinx. Why?’
‘What d’you think of it?’
‘Like, as a concept, or…?’
‘Sure, yeah. As a concept. Whatever.’
‘Uh, I’m not sure. I’ve never really thought about it, to be honest.’ Lux plucked another buttercup and twirled it round and round in her fingers, creating a hypnotic spiral of rich, vibrant yellow, still bright under the darkening sky. ‘I suppose, as a concept, it’s… I don’t know… It seems complicated, but relationships are complicated anyway, so… who’s to say which form of complication is right or wrong, you know?’
So true.
‘It probably depends on the person,’ Lux continued, and met Jinx’s gaze with a small grin, ‘or… people… I’d have to look into it more to form a real opinion.’
Huh… okay. So, Lux wasn’t totally against the concept, at least. That was… something.
‘Why’d you ask?’
‘Just wondering,’ Jinx said. ‘Ekko and I have always kinda liked the idea of opening ourselves up to it, but, uh… not gonna lie, it’s fucking hard to meet people who’re worth risking it over.’ People like you.
‘Is that why you don’t call him your boyfriend?’ Lux asked. ‘It’s like you’re not… claiming him as yours… or something? Like, if you don’t claim each other, other people can have you, too?’
Oh, blondie, so keen to understand but saying all the wrong things.
‘Other people can have me?’ Jinx derided with a chuckle. ‘What? Like dating or fucking someone makes them your possession? Sheesh, tell me how ya really feel.’
‘Ah, well, you’ve got me there.’ Lux spoke dryly, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. ‘Beneath this shy, artistic exterior beats the cold, shallow heart of a traditionalist. Never mind becoming a professional painter, oh no. Just like any woman worth their dowry, my ultimate dream is to be owned by a man.’
‘What a confession!’ Jinx cackled. ‘So glad you could finally own your truth.’
‘Right?’ Lux crinkled her nose, almost breaking her composure. ‘Here we both are, owning our truths, no judgement. What a time to be alive.’
‘Okay, but seriously, though…’ Jinx swayed playfully into Lux’s side, knocking her a little. ‘Ekko and I have definitely claimed each other. Don’t need words to do that.’
Lux blushed, like she was imagining what claiming each other without words entailed. Jinx could’ve shown her, but she needed to know how Lux felt first.
Tentative, she unfurled and straightened her legs back out onto the grass. Leant forwards, stretching her back and extending her arms so that her fingers reached the tips of her Doc Marten’s. Mid-stretch, she rested her face on her knees. Considered her next moves. Next words. How was she supposed to navigate this? What would Ekko do?
No, fuck that. What Ekko would do was right for him, not her. What would Jinx do?
Jinx would go for it. Fuck it all to hell.
She looked back, and Lux’s breath hitched. Eyes fixed on hers before they flickered away. So, the princess was checking her out again, huh? Seemed like a pretty fucking clear sign. Yep. Difficult to doubt that one, even for Jinx.
‘So, Lux,’ she smirked. ‘If it depends on the person, what kinda person might tempt you?’
‘Tempt me into what?’ Lux asked, clueless as ever.
‘Seriously?’ She teased. ‘Come on, you have to know what I mean. Think about it for like two seconds.’
Lux’s eyes shifted and she bit her lip as she mulled it over. The second she caught on, she sunk into herself with a sheepish, ‘oh… I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ Jinx pressed. Spit it out, blondie. ‘You don’t have a type? Gender preference? Nothing?’
‘Um… not really…’ Lux perked up with a small grin, ‘as long as they’re not like my ex, it’s all good.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ Jinx snickered. No gender preference, huh? Promising… ‘What was your ex like?’
‘A dick, mostly,’ Lux sighed. ‘Ezreal was just… I dunno. We were on very different wavelengths… Take your question about polyamory, for instance. No way would he have answered that with anything other than some smart-arse comment about it being greedy or weird or something. He was so closed-minded. Wouldn’t have even tried to understand.’
Noted: Lux didn’t seem to think polyamory sounded greedy or weird. Also promising.
‘It was like, in his eyes, there was one way of doing things—his way, or no way—and if someone disagreed with him, instead of accepting that and welcoming a different perspective, he’d completely shut them down and argue his point until he’d railroaded them into submission.’
‘Charming,’ Jinx interjected. ‘Dude should run for office; sounds like a Piltovan politician.’
‘Yep,’ Lux giggled.
She had the sweetest fucking laugh.
‘How long were you with him?’ Jinx pried further. ‘And what possessed you, exactly?’
‘Nearly two years,’ Lux lamented. Snickered at the second question. ‘My current theory on the possession front would have to be Pazuzu.’
‘…huh?’
‘The demon from The Exorcist.’
Lux grinned, and Jinx kicked herself for not recognising the name. Pretty damn cool that blondie knew it, though. That caught her off guard. She’d have to screw her horror brain on around Lux in future, just in case.
‘My brother Garen forced me to watch it as a kid, fully knowing I’d think it was real,’ Lux explained. ‘Have you not seen it? You have all those horror posters back in the dorm; I just assumed you’d get the reference.’
‘Duh, it’s The Exorcist, of course I’ve seen it,’ Jinx insisted, her ego a tad bruised. ‘I even have a t-shirt of it buried in my closet somewhere.’
‘Ah, of course you do,’ Lux jibed. ‘You and your never-ending clothes pit… how many of those have you even worn in the past year?’
‘Pfft, like you’re one to talk,’ Jinx retaliated with a menacing chuckle. ‘Were any of the clothes you own manufactured within the last fifty years?’
‘Shut up…’ Lux tried to play the insult off with a laugh, but her voice wobbled, and her eyes lost some of their shine.
‘Fuck,’ Jinx grimaced. ‘Gods, I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry! You dress so cute; I don’t even know why I said that. I—’
Out of nowhere, Lux lay a hand on Jinx’s outstretched thigh and gave her a reassuring squeeze, touching her skin through the rips in her jeans.
She stared at Lux in consternation, head empty, mouth agape. Any attempt at reading blondie’s expression was scuppered by the burning heat of hand on flesh, stroking in circles, tickling the soft skin around her kneecap.
What did it mean? What was Lux trying to say, or do? What was her angle?
They sat like that for a while. Side by side, bumping shoulders, Lux’s hand in Jinx’s lap…
Jinx couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Lux’s touch felt too good. Way too good. Ten minutes or ten seconds felt the same under the spell of her soft, lingering fingers.
‘It’s okay,’ Lux said, after gods knew how long. ‘I’m not exactly the most stylish person on campus. You can say it.’
‘No, that’s…’ Jinx shook her head and instinctively found Lux’s hand, lifted it from where it rested on her leg and laced their fingers together.
There they were, holding hands again. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and the bashful smile gracing Lux’s face seemed to say she agreed.
‘That’s not true, blondie,’ Jinx squeezed Lux’s hand. ‘Everyone has their own style, right? Yours is just… you.’
‘Except it isn’t,’ Lux scoffed, and gazed down at their conjoined digits. Her thumb caressed Jinx’s knuckles, just like at Jericho’s. ‘Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever worn that’s really felt like me is that t-shirt—’ She gave a forlorn nod towards Jinx’s top ‘—and it’s not even mine. How pathetic is that?’
Pathetic!? There was nothing cooler! The t-shirt really fucking meant something! Lux really fucking cared! Holy fucking shit!
Jinx flashed Lux a maniacal grin and broke away from her grip.
‘What’re you doing!?’ Lux giggled, as Jinx sat up on her knees, quickly pulled the t-shirt off and threw it into her lap. ‘Jinx, it’s freezing and you’re now half naked!’
‘So?’ She wrapped her arms around her exposed torso and looked Lux up and down with a sly smirk. ‘Top exchange.’
‘What!?’
‘Take it off, blondie!’ She commanded, holding back the urge to chatter her teeth.
Aptly concerned for Jinx’s welfare, Lux shook off her coat and stripped away the lilac chenille jumper she’d worn beneath it, revealing a black vest top clinging to her breasts and stomach.
Even in the dark, Lux shone. She was so, so gorgeous. Jinx lilted on her knees, staring shamelessly. All the things she could do to that perfect body…
‘Here—’ Lux tossed the jumper for Jinx to catch. It landed on the grass as she donned the precious t-shirt and sunk back into the warmth of her coat.
Trance broken, Jinx finally looked away and tugged the jumper over her head. It hung off her, not nearly as flattering as it was on the princess, but Jinx could rock it out. An oversized jumper was always a good look.
The crucial fact? It was Lux’s jumper. It was soft and warm from her body heat, with sweet perfume clinging to every fibre. Each breath of blondie’s scent rushed straight to Jinx’s head, down to her throbbing core.
Jinx grinned wide and bounced to her feet, too giddy to contain herself.
‘Get up, get up, get up!’ Jumping up and down on the spot, she giggled as she held out her hands for blondie to hold onto.
‘Are you still cold? You’re shaking.’ Lux pouted, understandably worried, as Jinx helped her to her feet.
‘Fuck the cold,’ she beamed. ‘Let’s go somewhere! Anywhere! You choose!’
‘Home…?’
‘Ugh,’ she groaned, crestfallen. ‘Boring!’
‘Maybe next time?’ Lux proposed. ‘I kinda need to psych myself up for going out again after all this.’
Jinx nodded her approval. So, blondie wanted there to be a next time…
Lux parted their hands, brushed herself down and began buttoning up her coat. Enraptured, Jinx hardly realised she was helping until her fingers weaved the final, chunky wooden button through its slot in the fabric.
Jinx pulled away and folded her arms over her chest. Chewed on her thumb a little. Resisted the urge to keep touching.
‘Thanks,’ Lux smiled. ‘Those buttons are always super fiddly, so…’
‘Sure. Yeah. Of course.’
‘Jinx?’
‘Yeah, princess?’
‘Um…’ Lux looked to her feet, sunk her hands into her coat pockets. ‘Why’d you just… give me your t-shirt like that?’
The question was so earnest and raw. Jinx melted.
‘Why wouldn’t I?’
She inched closer.
‘I mean, it’s yours, are you sure?’ Lux rambled, barely making eye contact. ‘You look way better in it, too. Like… way better… which, okay, kind of goes without saying because you’re you; you’d look incredible in literally anything. Seriously,’ she let out a flustered giggle, ‘you even make that gods awful jumper look good! I mean—’
Fuck. It. All. To. Hell.
Before Lux could get another stupid, adorable, self-deprecating word out, Jinx made the final step into her personal space. One hand landed on her waist, while the other tenderly held her cheek. Lips millimetres from colliding, she hesitated. Breathed in more of that sweet perfume.
Lux trembled. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, as her throat bobbed up and down in anticipation. Her hands fell to Jinx’s hips and pulled her even closer, pressed their bodies together.
Jinx pulled back a little. Focused on Lux’s wet lips, those grey-blue eyes almost black with lust. Her heart hammered against her chest, and she sensed blondie’s was doing the same.
‘Can I…?’
Lux nodded, her expression a mix of exhilaration and terror. With a half-smile, Jinx stroked Lux’s cheek, and placed a delicate kiss on her mouth.
She wanted more. Wanted to devour every inch of that beautiful girl right then and there. But she couldn’t lose herself with Lux, not yet. It wasn’t like kissing Ekko, where things could escalate as quickly or as slowly as they wanted. Kissing Lux was new, and it called for restraint. Patience. That it was happening at all was astounding enough. She had to pace herself. If she could.
Her touch gravitated to the sensitive skin around Lux’s jaw, behind her ear, her neck. Lux gulped, and Jinx felt it.
‘Jinx,’ Lux spoke in a jagged breath. ‘What about Ekko? Won’t he mind if we—’
Gods, she was so fucking cute.
Jinx shook her head and shushed Lux’s worries with another kiss, deeper than the first. Reached for her hands to grip onto. Fingers intertwined, Jinx lurched forwards, sending Lux stumbling into the robust tree trunk behind her. Her back hit the bark, and she laughed into Jinx’s mouth, leading Jinx to slip in her tongue. With a surprised moan, Lux responded in kind.
Fuck.
Right.
Patience.
Restraint…
Their fingers untangled and found new places to roam, as their kisses fell into a natural rhythm. Lux allowed Jinx to assert her dominance. Met her probing tongue with light licks, soft caresses. She gasped and groaned with her arms around Jinx’s shoulders, as Jinx held her against the tree with force, hands all over her waist and lower back, under her coat but not under her clothes. Not yet.
Jinx broke away from Lux’s mouth, planting kisses along her throat. Lux yelped at the switch up and her hands dropped back to Jinx’s hip bones, explored the bare skin beneath the borrowed chenille, scratched up and down Jinx’s back.
Fuckkkk.
Okay. That was that.
Restraint was overrated, anyway.
With vigour, Jinx thrust her knee into Lux’s crotch. The princess squirmed beneath her and bucked her hips, pulled Jinx’s lips back to hers. Lux’s kisses grew in urgency as she continued grinding on Jinx’s knee, hotter than a furnace, eyes closed, lost in pleasure.
Oh, gods. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
In those heightened moments, something clicked. Jinx couldn’t say what. Maybe it was Lux’s intensity. How Lux wanted her. Needed her. Maybe it was the cloying passion frying her nerves, her bones, her brain. Whatever it was, it was suddenly too much.
Too much, too much, too much.
Breathless and quivering, Jinx staggered a meter or so away from the tree. Away from Lux.
What the fuck had they done? They’d gotten too close. Much too close. She’d lost control. She was supposed to have patience. Restraint. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
With her arms wrapped tight around her chest, Jinx kept her eyes on her feet. Balanced on her ankles. Hummed a comforting tune under her breath, one of her and Ekko’s favourite songs.
‘Jinx?’ Lux crept forward, about to bridge the new, extremely necessary gap between them.
‘Could you not!?’ Jinx urged, stepping further back. Great, more yelling. ‘I’m sorry, I just, um… I’m sorry!’
With that, Jinx fled into the night, leaving Lux in free fall. She ran, and ran, and ran, and didn’t stop until she reached the comfort of Ekko’s faded green door.
 Lux
 Guided by the campus lamplight and her crumpled map, Lux stumbled back to the dorm room in the dark. With each step, it grew harder to focus on the path. Her thoughts drowned in Jinx, her core vibrating in the glow of Jinx’s urgent, heavy kisses. Heart torn by all the pain and uncertainty that followed.
What did it all mean? Their conversation leading up to their tryst was so strange, so disjointed. Why had Jinx asked about polyamory? Was that what she wanted between them? How did Ekko factor in? How did arrangements like that work? And why…
Why did Jinx leave like that?
What did Lux do wrong?
She quickened her pace, taking multiple wrong turns as she tried to get her bearings. But she was lost.
Irretrievably lost.
 Ekko
 Ekko came home to Jinx curled up on his couch, wearing a jumper that wasn’t hers, and he knew his fears had come true. She’d barely messaged him since he’d given her Lux’s number. He hoped they were hanging out, having a good time while he was working, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Something, somehow, had gone wrong, and Jinx had gotten hurt. Deeply hurt.
They had a code for these things. She hadn’t broken into his place in months; usually rode her pain out in private like a sick cat. Her collapsing at his place with no warning meant only one thing: she wouldn’t have felt safe alone.
Leaving his takeaway dinner from Jericho’s on his kitchen counter, he knelt at Jinx’s side. She didn’t smile or look at him, didn’t even flinch, as he lay a hand on her cheek. It was damp with recent tears.
The cold, bitter drip of anger and betrayal lodged at the back of his throat. He ignored it as best he could; he didn’t know the facts. Until Jinx was ready to tell him what happened, he needed to remain calm. Rational. Supportive.
He kissed her forehead and returned to the kitchen, took out two plates from the cupboard instead of one, and dished up the food.
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new-revenant · 1 year
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Danny thief au
Danny uses gadgets to help with his heists.
Grappling gear in a bracelet to hide flight
Smokebombs to hide intangiblity/invisibility in an escape
Flash bangs to take out cameras while he reaches through display cases and then picks the lock afterwards and leaves them unlocked
A pistol
To focus his ectoblasts
Gloves with capsules in them
They have an ectoplasm based coolant to form his ghost ice faster, only used in emergencies and it melts leaving no trace almost immediately
A modulator in his mask
For both disguising his voice when he needs to speak and for focusing his ghostly wail into something more contained. He only uses it for emergencies or if he's pressed for time
Hot damn these are good ideas! You’ve put a lot of thought into these, well done!
However, I think the gun would mostly just be rubber bullets coated with some ectoplasm. While using the gun for focusing his ectoblasts does sound cool, it would be very obvious that he’s doing so, as the gun would probably start glowing. He could use a flashbomb/smokebomb, but it’s not like he has an infinite amount of them, in fact he might not have a lot of them anyways. Don’t you love resource management?
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yourpalghost · 1 year
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Lunar Blast AU! in this au, sun is the one that got corrupted. before corruption, he was the easy mode “enemy” because he was so easy to see and his targets(the suns) were so much bigger than Moon’s crescents and he would come out after other rounds to find anyone that got lost in the maze.
then the vanny virus happened and he did some violence and was reserved for security much like moon is treated in the main game. because of the glowing nature of laser tag, they arent as light sensitive. Also, sun literally glows. like.. like a sun. and when hes corrupted, he may try and act as a flashbomb.
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yourlocalqreator · 1 year
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My Call Of Duty OC Hailey Rose Quinn
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CONCEPT ART
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Now playing: Starlight by Phuture Noize, Frequenzerz
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Name: Hailey Quinn
Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): Rosie (According to Ghost)
Small Child (According to Captain Price)
Alias(es): Rose, L.T, Rosie
Timeline: Modern Warfare/MW Reboot
Rank: Lieutenant
Regiment: SAS
Status: Alive
Birth Date: June 27, 1999
Zodiac: Cancer
Death Date: K.I.A  IN OG MW TIMELINE
Occupation: SAS Operative
Affiliation(s): SAS, Taskforce 141, A90( Made Up)
Blood Type- O+
Fun fact: She can Tumble, do gymnastics, and can do martial arts
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"Ahh this is going to be "
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Skin Tone: White
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Hair Length: Waist Length
Hairstyle: High Long Pigtails. Space Buns. Ponytail
Height: 5,0/152.40 cm
Weight: 90 lbs
Scars/Marks/Burns: she got a burns on her arm when she was young
Tattoos: none
Physical Enhancements: none
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"The passcode, I'm gonna end it”
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Personality Type: ENTP
Personality: She is bright, bubbly, and extremely friendly. Also very optimistic and looks like a cinnamon roll
But watch out, this energetic, bubbly, and sweet girl is also one of the deadliest agents on the team. she interprets things more positively than they are, the one exception being when people are explicitly arguing.
She expresses herself very well and not only that, she seems really self-aware regarding emotional stuff and how it affects her, and she is able to articulate those thoughts really well.
Fear(s): Losing her loved ones, and her Team
Likes: Nice People, Victory, Ghost hehe
Dislikes: Mean People, Enemies
Habit(s): Thinking
Flaw(s): Yes
Talent(s): Mf She can fight barehand and weapon wise
The Character’s Relationship With Others
Reputation: Well when she joined they could already tell they were so annoyed with her personality and for her messing up. but as the time came they got used to her on the team
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"I Love the juggernaut"
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Love Interest(s):
Simon “Ghost” Riley, When they meet each other Simon thought who tf let this small child here but then just for like days Simon started to like her energy which made something about Hailey and Simon’s relationship closer and Simon realized he was in love with her
Friend(s):
Simon Ghost Riley
John Soap Mctavish
John Price
Gaz
Alejandro
Roach
Bell ( IN DEATHS MISSION COD AU STIRY)
Logan Walker (IN DEATHS MISSION)
Alex Keller (DEATHS MISSION)
Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin aka @sleepyconfusedpotato
Alyssa M Aka @alypink
Samantha “Scarlet” Wright aka @welldonekhushi
Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton aka @revnah1406
Trudy "Jay" Saider @sgtbarnowl
Sky Arkes aka @skylovesducks
Eliza Waylon as @loneghostwolf
Enemy(ies): 
Comatose: Her Current enemy, The one who is messing up the timeline, The one who also tortured her back when she was young
Shepherd: The one who tortured her and left her dead in the Mw timeline
 Graves:He betrayed Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, And the Las Vaqueros
Markov:Yea
Relationship(s):
Doesn't have one
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"JUST GO, ILL BE OKAY"
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The Character’s Abilities
Fighting Style: Ninjutsu, Hapkido, Capoeira, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Silat, Shuai Chiao, Shokotan, Kickboxing, Bacom, Line
Weapons: Daggers,1911, Kar89K, Bo, M4, M4A1, Caliber 55.6, Knucklers, Combat Knuckle knife, Flashbombs.
Preferred Weapon(s): All her weapons,
Agility: 9/10
Hand-to-Hand Combat:10 /10
Long Range Accuracy: 8/10
Defense:9 /10
Offense: 9/10
People Skills:9 /10
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"Going dark"
she says in a dark voice HEHEHEHEH3EHEH
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Birthplace: New Hampshire, Canada
Family:
Father: Tarrick “Tulip” Quinn
Status: Deceased 
Mother: Santaura Daisy Quinn
Status: Deceased
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"If its me your looking for, Then here I am"
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Character Background
Trigger Warnings: Torture, Abuse,
Rose is the daughter of Tarrick “Tulip” Quinn, A member of the Military, and Santaura A stay-at-home mom, two people from the same place in Northern Mississippi. They got married and moved to Canada as Santura gave birth to a baby Hailey Quinn. When there was a war a janitor named Michael “Comatose” Bly Van der aided the couple by rescuing their baby out of the hospital before it exploded, leaving their parents dead. Since then, Bly Van Der adopted Tarrick and Santaura's daughter, just to torture and brainwash her, not using numbers like with mason or memories like bell, but colors to mess her up while getting burned by a curling iron.
The mysterious fate of her parents is already gone. Luckily someone saved her, which was a group of armed men who turned out they also torture her more brutally, and left her when she was 6 in the forest. when she was 8 She thought herself amartial arts from when some of Comotose soilders sparr and use a gun for self-defense and she taught herself gymnastics and tumbling so she FLEXIBLE QUEEN.
In Hailey's teen years, she joined A90 because she wanted to forget everything about what happened in her past A90 but when she entered, the training and missions were arduous, More than the M16. And that's where Hailey got her strength in becoming an assassin who relies on speed, stealth, and force to fight her enemies,
As Hailey got older, she started working for the SAS (Special Military Forces) After training to be an assassin in A90.
she accidentally met Captain Price who then let her join task force 141 she was confused and so annoyed, But then as the time came on they got used to her being around, which is a guy named Simon “Ghost” Riley and the ghost getting close.
Trivia
Because of sleepys OC Jade, I made my oc Hailey TADAAAAAA
I wanted to name her Hailey "XYLOPHONE" Quinn
Multiplayer She is in SpecGru Faction and gonna have concept art on her SpecGru outfit.
MWII When it came to the ghost team Hailey wore her black Assassin outfit from A90 just to look badass.
COD MW2 OG HER DEATH: After witnessing the death of ghost and roach she gets knocked out and tortured to death and left for dead.
CONCEPT
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HER A90 OUTFIT yes that's picrew
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HER SAS OPRATIVE OUFIT
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brandwhorestarscream · 10 months
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what about 4 for terran au
#4! Alkaline, A-4
Probably a little scientist, I can see them making little tiny hand grenades, each filled with a special chemical compound of their own creation. Smoke bombs for diversion, or grenades filled with a paralyzing agent, or even just little flashbombs that have burning magnesium to blind and confuse. Alkaline is probably deep, leafy green and soap bubble blue, methinks. Either quiet and somber, or bouncy and crazy with their mini bomb clusters. I could see them doing parkour and gymnastics to get sround during a fight, leaping off of things and doing back handsprings and flips, throwing stuff midair but always hitting their targets
Pronouns for most of these kiddos hasn't been decided yet, so I'm just using they/them for most of them. If you've got specific suggestions for specific bots, send em my way! I'd love to hear your thoughts ^-^
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254th-legion · 2 years
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The 254th
Introducing the named clones of the 254th Legion, right under the cut! Any questions for these boys directly, just yeet it in the ask box <3
Viper (CT-2472): The commando of the 254th, dubbed thanks to his tactical strategies that bring down their opponents in one calculated strike. He is the Dad of the squad, always making sure that every order his troopers carry out is something he is willing to do himself. Every week he and Rex sit down with spotchka to cry about all the shit their troops do and also have an unspoken War Crime Competition™️ between the 254th and 501st.
After the issuing of Order 66, he becomes a cold, strategic captain with an unbendable will.
Fang (CT-2411): Viper’s second in command, biggest fan, or both. He prefers a good ol’ vibroblade over blasters, and when he's in action, his yellow blades look akin to those of a viper's fangs, hence his nickname. Between him and Viper, their enemies have no chance of escaping their tactical death grip.
When his captain ends up fully committing to the Empire, Fang finds himself looked up to in the leadership position. He is constantly reminded of his former captain and closest brother, Viper, and in order to do good by him, Fang holds himself responsible to take good care of what remains of his squad.
Flanker (CT-2424): Your local flanking scum who is always happy to deal low blows to bring an enemy down, most often seen with Ghost. Hide your husbands, hide your wives, because this man will snatch up all available hearts.
Lowkey enjoys bullying Crosshair.
Ghost (CT-2457): He is always working together with Flanker, flanking enemies and taking down their defense. He melts into the shadows like nobodies business, often spooking his brothers. Flanker once found out that he had a ‘diary’ (“It’s a journal!!”) and will never let him live it down. Enjoys dicking around with Cody.
Solar (CT-1511): Flirty flashbomb lover, need I say more?
Ok I will say more. Solar is always competing with Flanker for the number of heads they can turn with their charms, always trying to get others to swoon. They’re favorite target is General Kenobi and Cody hates them for it.
Click: The sniper, and frankly he's a cocky one, whenever he's going to shoot an enemy he's sure he'll kill in a single shot, he clicks his tongue before pulling the trigger.
Tic: Explosives expert and enthusiast, often saying tick tock as he bombs things or defuses said bombs.
Stims (CT-0702): Always has stimpacks, the local Mom of the team. He runs on caf exclusively during missions, but actually prefers the taste of tea. Best friends with Kix, they bond over getting mad at their teammates always getting unnecessarily hurt.
Hazard: Is he a menace to his allies, or to the enemy? No one can agree on it since he brings just as much hazard to his brothers as well as to their opponents.
Anchor (CT-1125): knows his way around ships, your local hardware guy. He designed and built the Fire Raven. He and Tech grew up building Legos together, and in Modern!au, the two totally does robotics.
Crossfire: The lad always seem to be stuck in the worst possible position during battle, it’s a wonder he’s still alive. Between him and Hazard, they have pulled off so many close shaves the 254th has stopped counting. Crossfire actually dislikes being associated with Hazard, as the latter is ‘the bumbling idiot’ while he’s merely in the wrong place at the wrong times.
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changeling-rin · 2 years
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Gerudo here. (I guess that's kinda my intro thing.) I have an AU that puts Lux, Rune, Lyric, Emerald, Ruby, and Sapphire all on Codex's team and also makes Ocarina awesome because that boy does not get enough love. (People, he's nine. Nine! Why does this boy get overlooked just because he's only older than Speck in appearance physically and a few months mentally?!) Then again, I kinda put him Through Some Stuff in this AU. So I'm not innocent, but still! I call for an Ocarina Protection Squad! Who's interested?!
Right, the AU. So this came from "how would everyone else be added in". Then I decided that after Demise had nearly destroyed the entire timeline, a new timeline was very, very slowly peeling off, starting at the moment Demise first appears in Gen's era and finally separating completely in RGBV's, the latest point at which Demise's influence was present. This timeline is the origin of Lyric, Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire, Lux, and Rune, in that order, while the original eventually became Codex's era. But part of reality was missing from this world, so in response the universe did the equivalent of sighing, and the 'air' it 'blew' out was an influx of magic to replace the reality lost to Demise.
But this doesn't take full effect until the first Calamity, 10k years before Breath of the Wild. Also as a side effect, Everyone Gets Superpowers. Like Seriously.
The Important List of Superpowers goes thusly:
Lyric: Music magic. When he dances, the music he dances to will begin affecting the surrounding area, and people. The exact effect varies based on the type of music, instruments, tempo, how the instruments interact with each other, and all of that is before the actual song and notes. Lyric has no control over this. He's just dancing and making stuff happen. This is why this specifically was his curse.
Emerald: Paint. He can do the paint on the wall, but Emerald's version of the curse is turning things into paint and back. He has a jar that's bigger on the inside and really hard to break, and that's where he stores all of the important items because only he can reform them.
Ruby: Ironically? Ice powers. The full ice power spectrum; form it, move it, use it, break it. He doesn't use his magic as much as other people though, because Ruby feels that the ice is just plain wrong (which happens sometimes). The ice came from when his entire life went up in fire around the time his magic settled in, so against the fire, ice.
Sapphire: Empathy. Like, can-see-your-emotions kind of empathy. Sapphire can sense other people's emotions with his normal senses. This can be extremely overwhelming for him, especially at a festival or other emotional gathering with a large number of people. It can be any of the five senses, which is really weird because Ruby's emotions are tasted and it's kinda awkward when they're eating and a stray thought makes Ruby mad and then Sapphire tastes it.
Lux: Light. Basically Lux can summon and disperse/absorb light. Not light magic, just light. He can make illusions, and decide who can see in a dark cave, but he can also weaponize the light. He can make flashbombs, but they won't bang because he can't make the sound. He once blinded a guy using this ability.
Rune: An entire story all on its own. It used to be his Quicktime, but then he fell in the Calamity, and the Shrine of Resurrection just sort of plugged him into the magic floating around the world, so now Rune is an entire node of power all on his own. This is what happened with his amnesia; his memories dispersed in the magic field, so he has to find the magic nodes to get his memories back. He never finds it all, but decides that that's okay.
By the way, the Champions are still special. Their magic comes from them; everyone else interacts with the magic around them. This is an important distinction in the story and why they specifically were chosen.
Now about Ocarina. The barrier between the magic world and the world DL takes place in is a kind of empty space where two worlds are trying to tear apart. There are string-like constructs of pure reality still connecting the two. It's called The Fray. Someone had to go investigate, so after a bit of an argument Ocarina ended up going. A lot happens.
He meets Lux and Rune, directly causes them to meet each other, ends up dancing with Lyric, finds Sapphire when he was kidnapped so Emerald and Ruby would give Ocarina his stuff back, has a Discussion with Octavo about proper use of magic and music, meets a version of Mask where DL never happened (slight panic for Ocarina), meets a future Wind who already knows everything that's about to go down, is made to help Botw!Zelda make sure history texts are not wrong, is made to be Ruby's dress up doll (concensus: Ocarina is cute if you dress him right), gets tired of Cia, stabs Cia, makes a note not to tell Shadow about Cia copying him, and becomes the Hero who sealed the Calamity the first time around. Not necessarily in that order. In the process of that last one, the Ocarina of Time breaks and the magic ends up on Ocarina-the-Link's hands because magic and stuff happening with magic. So yeah.
Then the mess with Codex happens. That is a whole other thing. I'll wait until you get to this, do you want to hear about Codex? Also this is now the Fray of Time AU. I might write it. One day. I got two other huge projects on my plate, plus a Reverse AU. Oh, and Ocarina Protection Squad! We must! Yes I get the irony.
So, what I was wondering. One, do you actually like hearing about my AUs because I send a lot and they're weird and random and I want to know if they're appreciated. Two, when Ocarina shows back up with the other Links he knows after going through All That and he tells them about it, what are their reactions? Specifically Mask, Wind and Sketch (bit the others too)? Three, what do you think? Four, can we have an Ocarina protection squad role on Discord?
Yes I'm done now (passes the mic).
One: I do like hearing about people's AU's, though I don't believe I'm necessarily qualified to comment on them!
Two: Mask is now extremely concerned about the timeline, because he remembers none of this and now suspects that Ocarina might have just landed himself in a branching reality? Which is... problematic, at best. Wind apparently needs to remember all of this? To complete the loop? Yeah okay just uh... let him grab a notebook. Sketch does not understand any of what this is, but he's a good sibling and also apparently a participant three times over? Maybe? So he'll listen as much as he can! Everyone else is equal parts baffled, concerned, and fascinated, because it sounds like an adventure. But also. Is Ocarina okay???
Three: I like the idea of taste empathy, it's rather unique. The AU in general seems thoroughly thought-out; I'm amused that you beelined straight for the sequel and OC Links (and also Ocarina). I'm wondering where Codex comes in though? You mentioned his 'team' in the first paragraph and then I don't think he ever shows up again
Four: you're welcome to petition for it, see how many people are interested
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almost-heroes · 5 years
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Sanders Sides AU, anyone?
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shyrose57 · 3 years
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Hello, this is mentioned new AU, I don’t have anything concrete for the other Boatem members just yet(though I do have ideas), so take two ‘batman and joker rip-offs’ until I figure that out.
Mumbo Jumbo/Saturation:
By day, a billionaire environmentalist, in charge of a billion-dollar, eco-friendly company with world wide branches. 
By night, a vigilante by the name of Saturation, fighting the criminal and corrupt.
Does he call himself that because he likes potatoes, or because he mainly uses brightly colored flashbombs to attack? The world will never know.
Lives in a lovely manor at the edges of Boatem, atop a perfectly non-suspicious overgrown waterfall.
Costume consist of dull blues with some bright reds-it used to just be pretty much a superman copy(and, once, a cowboy outfit), but apparently Scarlet Macaw took offense to that and captured him with the sole purpose of making him a better outfit-something about refusing to fight him while he was wearing that?
Doesn’t have powers, just a lot of genius, and martial arts knowledge. And flash bombs-so many flash bombs.
Grian/Scarlet Macaw:
A member of Boatem Inc, and Head of Meeting and Marketing. It’s usually pretty fun, and he gets to mess around a lot-at least until he has to try and round up his boss into attendance. 
But when he’s not doing either of those, he’s Scarlet Macaw, a goofy villain that wonders the streets of Boatem and causes problems.
Though along with fellow rogue (not sure what to call Impulse), he does have a bit of a End Crystal addiction, which causes more than it’s fair share of mischief. 
Overall, just a pesky bird. Not really much a threat to anyone, even with said explosive addiction....as long as you keep to your lane, anyway. he doesn’t like people messing around where they shouldn’t be.
Costume consist of very bright colors like his namesake, and a feathered masquerade mask-everything about it draws attention and says he’s here to put on a show.
If anything, it’s actually kind of scary just how easy he manages to sneak up on people despite said costume. 
Doesn’t have any powers, just his wings, a clever mind, and a penchant for mischief.
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mlwritingprompts · 3 years
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submitted prompt: Fu, Nathalie and Henri, the responsible adults(?)
kwami swap AU
Instead of Marinette and Adrien getting two of the strongest miraculouses just like that, Fu chooses actual adults.
At first, it’s just Nathalie with the Fox miraculous, because it’s great for distracting enemies, especially since she can attack using illusionary soundwaves and flashbombs (a wasted potential there in canon).
Then Henri gets the Bee Miraculous, because his huge physique makes him a sturdy tank, and with his ability to immobilize a target, he is a very powerful opponent.
Plus, with them not only being adults, but also having now a personal grudge against Hawkmoth for the possibility of him hurting Adrien, they are more driven to defeat the villain, especially since they can easily overpower the akumas by spamming their magical abilities.
Tikki herself is also involved, but her job here is to only purify the akumas and fix the damage in the end, seeing that she doesn’t really need a holder to use her powers.
Plagg is just sleeping comfortably because frankly, let him be.
Fu as well is not lazing around here, but makes a lot of effort to make contact with his chosen, and tries to find clues on the villain.
How do they find and defeat Hawkmoth?
Well because there is two adult heroes, and none of them have any of his desired miraculous, and easily defeat his akumas, he decides to have Nathalie as a subordinate earlier than intended.
Big mistake, because that very night, he quickly finds himself surrounded by the two heroes, with Fu transformed into Jade Turtle, just hidden out of sight just in case.
They manage to take away the two miraculouses and the book, but how do they deal with Gabriel after that? Do they simply erase his memory of the miraculous, or do they use this chance to deal with his actions as a civilian (a horrible billionaire and a horrible parent and all that)? What happens to Adrien, and does his situation help in infuencing their choice?
Rules for the blog - send a prompt
I vote kill him :)
Henri Kennith is the name I gave to Adrien’s bodyguard, since it’s ablest to compare nonverbal people to animals. Anyone who want to can use the name for him!
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reineyday · 3 years
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bnha characters as volleyball players (au headcanons)
i have never in my life played volleyball outside of gym class and the occasional beach jaunt, so this is all based off of what i learned from haikyuu LOL
anyways, this started as tags from this fanart by @syblatortue​ of deku, kacchan, kiri, sero, iida and shouto as vball players, and then it got away from me so if you wanna read 2.9k worth of headcanons about powerhouse athletics high school UA then go ahead and press “read more” :)
deku's the calculating setter like kenma and he fanboys over stats from the international to the national to the high school
kacchan used to make fun of him and look down on him bc he used to think too much on court to move properly, and as a kid kacchan used to think that it was spiking or bust so he always gave deku grief and bullied him over being slow and weak
in middle school kacchan was a starter since first year and eventually became the ace but deku was always second string setter
his athleticism was nothing to write home about but he was just good enough to make the bench
in their middle school tournament their starting setter got injured and deku had to step in to set for a match for the first time ever
powerhouse volleyball high school coach yagi toshinori is watching and he sees all the aborted plans in deku's setting choices
he sees the gutsy sets that miss and the one successful dump he did that threw everyone off-guard (even deku himself), and yagi remembers what it was like to be hungry for volleyball seeing the look in this kid's eyes and he recognizes the brain on him
their team loses there though bc the fact is that deku wasnt athletic enough to do it and kacchan is yelling and deku's crying
but yagi approaches deku (who freaks out bc all might is THE legendary vball player of their country, and the nation was SHOOK when after getting severely injured by a malicious spike in the wrong place he chose to coach high school vball, even if the school was a powerhouse school and also his alma mater lol)
but anyways deku babbles and fanboys even through his tears and says he got into UA but he's not sure he can make the vball team, and yagi says he sees the potential in deku's plays and if he trains hard every. single. day. from now until the tryouts at UA, he might make at least the bench
(cue montage)
kacchan is angry to see deku at tryouts and fuckn RAGING when deku more or less keeps up bc deku got buff since their last high school match
unfortunately for kacchan he is actually the one most familiar with deku's playing since they trained together in middle school too, and he almost pops a blood vessel just thinking it but ever since deku started actually being able to get to the ball in time, vball has been more fun ‘cuz the things deku ends up doing are fucking batshit crazy and his sets are begrudgingly his favourite to hit
deku sets right where kacchan can just hit the ball as violently as he can, and it sounds like a bomb goes off when the spike hits the ground
(kacchan also obviously has the best serves and he mixes it up with the power ones like his ap shots, or floaters when he's strategic; he knows how to read the opposing team and either wait or serve really fast and serves up high to blind them like his flashbomb explosions, and he’s really arrogant about his serves but at least he can back it up as per classic kacchan)
anyways they become a really intimidating duo, apart but especially together, because despite the way deku still occasionally cowers from kacchan’s rage and kacchan is often yelling and antagonizing deku, they can read each other really smoothly on court and they match each other really easily, and they both go for the really gutsy shit no one else would think to try (like samu and tsumu going for the freak quick with samu setting kind of gutsy)
kacchan is also antagonizing af and calls the other team extras lol
but yeah, those two along with renown olympic vball player todoroki enji's son shouto are the three most intimidating first years at UA
enji has a very aggressive playing style and where he targets people on the opposing team specifically to make them sweat, makes them feel like he’s hot on their heels even from the other side of the net, always glaring, always strong
shouto hates it and hates the way his dad made him train day in and day out just because he had a good reaction time and instincts for the ball when he was young
fuyumi and natsuo were slow as kids and got immediately dismissed bc of it bc to enji if they werent athletic enough for the ideal vball playing style as children then theyd never be athletic enough to beat all might’s vball career and metrics in the future
touya was fast enough but he overtrained and strained his knees and then continued straining them to play anyways till they were permanently damaged, and by the time he graduated middle school, his doctor put him on orders to never ever ever do anything that might be overly strenuous for his knees ever again
anyways, shouto plays very cool and detached, like even when he spikes the ball right into your face you’ll feel like he wasn’t looking; he’s a middle blocker like suna, stays calm but uses his whole body
deku eventually convinces him that playing with fire every once in a while, especially when he spikes, can be a good thing because at the end of the day, his dad may have taught him the tricks but it’s shouto himself who’s playing, and so it’s not his dad’s style, it’s his own
also the spikes just aren’t as good or as psychologically effective if shouto’s not 100p IN it when he goes to spike one of deku’s demanding sets
and im gonna say shouto is ambidextrous but more comfortable with his left hand in this volleyball au because shouto’s left side is his fire side, and it’s more parallel to the character to make his more aggressive spiking hand his left one but still have him be able to use his left hand for spikes too (it’s also SO stressful for opponents bc angles)
also yes he does indeed only play with his right hand (his ice side) when he gets into UA, and is initially very hellbent on proving to his father that he can become a pro vball player without being as aggressive as enji on court and without using his more dominant hand, the hand that his dad’s been focusing on whenever they trained at home, the hand he’s spent hours and hours spiking and serving with since he was like five years old
one day deku notices shouto’s writing with his left hand and then connects the dots and sort of badgers him into spiking one of his sets with his left hand too and then yeah shouto tells him his life story and deku manages to emotionally coerce him into being okay with his left-handed spikes
(shouto also feels better about it when deku points out the left-handed angles thing)
so yeah that’s the big three scary first year starters: calculating and gutsy deku, who occasionally makes plays so gutsy he’s at risk of twisting one of his limbs in a very scary way (he’s always bruised in weird ass places from volleyball); raging, aggressive but also cunning kacchan, who is undoubtedly the loudest on any court he’s on, and ambidextrous hot and cold shouto, who does a pretty solid general defense with little holes but has scary aggressive spikes
btw shouto’s got a fanclub and they call him the volleyball prince
also at one point they totally play a practice match against shiketsu and UA loses bc inasa starts antagonizing shouto for being exactly like his father (inasa asked for enji’s autograph after a match once when he was a kid and got rudely blown off) and shouto gets offended and starts targeting inasa and then they get outplayed (it was a close match though ‘cuz both of them couldnt get their heads out of their asses and both their teams were suffering as a result)
alrighty, the other players in that fanart lmao!
kirishimaaaaa my dude my bro, super solid libero, always pumps up the team, and his defense is unbreakable! will receive even the scariest, most powerful spikes and smile cheerfully through it; will always insist that you’re manly for playing with everything you have and never letting fear get in the way of going for it
his middle school had a huge and scary substitute gym teacher who didn’t have mercy and spiked hard right to the faces of the students, and kiri really wanted to run forward to receive the spike and yell about how unfair this teacher was but he froze because the spike seemed unforgiving and if he received it wrong, what if his nose broke? what if he fell and broke something from the impact? mina didnt pause though and she received the spike and told off their substitute teacher and then reported it to their homeroom teacher and it was so manly of her, he promised himself he would never hesitate just bc of a scary spike again
btw mina’s all-around athletic and could probably make it onto the girls vball team but she’s probably on the UA dance team (UA is a powerhouse school for many sports, and theyre famous for their athletics department bc they often hire (former) pro-athletes to teach and coach)
iida comes from a family of sprint runners and he’s the one they trust for the most running; he’s their first year decoy and he’s fast af for such a big guy, and he often also provides extra block support from zooming left and right
also enjoys helping out the managers and corralling his team into being good students; he’d offer to tutor kirishima but kiri seems to have fun trying to be friends with bakugou lol; he makes it known that he’s there if kiri wants some extra patience to go along with his studies though
sero guess blocks so accurately people like to say that he’s got tape coming from his elbows, bringing the ball straight to his arms so that he can block; actually he’s pretty known for having weirdly accurate control bumping the ball back from places other than his hands (esp his elbows though), like he’s just so aware of his body, and he uses everything he can to keep the ball off the ground so he’s good at general defense
some other people i wanna mention:
aizawa’s their supervising teacher and the first year homeroom teacher (he gets to hear bakugou explode both first thing in the morning AND right at the end of the day, oh joy); all might just coaches ‘cuz he does other former pro stuff during class time, so he somehow ended up in charge of the volleyball club after the previous teacher stopped being able to
he never went pro but he’s a black belt mixed martial artist, and he still does those parent-child karate classes with hitoshi (who is now close to black belt and on the demo team, since they’ve been doing this since hitoshi was like five) and eri (who just got her yellow belt! aizawa is soft)
only hizashi, nemuri, oboro and his kids know this but he’s also REALLY good at doing aerial silk and he looks graceful af when he does it
hitoshi started kinda learning aerial silk when hizashi took him to a rock climbing place that had the silks on the ceiling (dont at me, there’s a place EXACTLY like this where i used to live lmao) and found out they offer classes there, and hizashi laughed and said “yknow your dad is pro at those right”
ochako is their first year manager, and when everyone is confused about kacchan continuing to call deku something so mean, she talks about how the nickname is cute and gives off the impression that he’s trying his best and when deku grins and blushes and seems to be happy with it, the whole team starts calling him deku with the same intentions and fondness behind it
every time other people hear UA calling their starting setter “deku” theyre so confused
nejire is the third year manager leaving and she does gymnastics and dance outside of school
mirio is the ace and his thing is that he is very strong and very precise, and he moves like he phases through the other players
tamaki is a middle blocker that can adapt all kinds of playing strategies pretty fast as long as he’s got time to digest them and decent food in his stomach—he’s a great decoy ‘cuz his spikes are hard and he’s pretty fast too, and while he prefers read blocking, there are a few times he guess blocks and it’s accurate af and kinda scary honestly
tamaki and mirio are also pretty fearsome ‘cuz people start off scared of mirio’s power spikes and serves (btw his goal is to spike a million service aces LOL), and then tamaki kind of surprises them ‘cuz he seems to be able to just? do everything??? (and theyre extra surprised bc no doubt he’ll be talking himself down and doubting himself before the match and the opponents will think like “oh good he’s mentally weak” and he kind of is but also holy shit??? we got blocked AGAIN???) and so they sort of only keep a peripheral eye on mirio while they start focusing on tamaki, and then all of a sudden mirio’s not where you thought he was and how’d he get there so fast and there other players in the way??? and then mirio spikes one in
this isn’t really related to anything else but you BET mirio can bend low and do insanely accurate bump receives from pretty close to the ground like! his thighs and knees are legend
we don’t really know any second year bnha students, but i’d like to think their starting team isn’t just first years, so i’d say like… hm or mb tamaki is starting setter (all the stuff about adapting and easily digesting strategies still applies, as well as his flexible skillset, it just now includes setting) and mirio is his ace, but all might puts deku in a lot more than you’d expect a bench player to be subbed in not only ‘cuz it shakes up the other team to see such a meek-looking kid do these gutsy-ass sets, but also bc it’s good for tamaki’s mental health that he feels like he’s got a really great setter right there supporting him as well, even though he knows (objectively) that he can hold the fort on his own
so yeah, id say tamaki and mirio for sure starters (mirio is captain), kirishima’s a starter (he’s always been really good, he just used to get a little scared off in matches sometimes, but since the thing with mina, he’s been really gunning for it, and also conveniently their last really good libero graduated the year before and they didn’t really have a good backup), shouto’s a starter (he’s lowkey mad about it bc it feels like he’s fulfilling his dad’s legacy and he doesnt want to be), and probably two second years, that feels fair
bakugou’s benched bc his temper’s still a little too unwieldy for the court (much to his dismay), sero’s still patching up holes in his defense, and deku could stand to watch other people’s playing styles, but u bet theyre all fearsome af when theyre on court: deku seems to be the only one that seems to be able to bring out shouto’s terrifying spikes for now; after their first qualifiers, rumours fly around the vball circuit about his angry pinch server that’s so mad he’s not a regular, he takes it all out on his serves and rip the team that has to try and receive them
well okay, so bakugou is the only that i can qualify as actually fearsome bc even when he’s being intimidating sero is a pretty chill dude, and deku looks too nice to really be scary so the opponents usually arent scared until he starts playing and then for them it’s just this internal monologue of “what the fuck? what the FUCK???”
and sero, while chill, is the type to be aggressively cheerful and grin really wide after he blocks and gives you, the opponent, really supportive feedback that sort of still offends you but in a way you cant refute because every word he said was nice and his demeanour was nice too and yet? you kinda wanna strangle him??? and then he laughs winsomely and blocks your next spike too (like, “awh i noticed you have a tendency to follow here when xyz happens, but better luck next time right? that’s usually a pretty good play”)
and of COURSE their school banner says “plus ultra”
ANYWAYS i went OFF lmao i can’t believe i really wrote 2.9k of headcanons for this
i have waaaay more ideas about what the rest of the class and other characters are up to in this au that is powerhouse athletics high school UA so if for some reason you got all the way to the end then thank you and please interact if you wanna talk more about it!!!
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heroinejinx · 2 years
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‘What I really wanna say... I can’t define.’ (Flashbomb AU, part 6 of ?)
Part 1: ‘I’m a mirrorball.’
Part 2: ‘This girl is a gun.’
Part 3: ‘You make my earthquake.’
Part 4: ‘Don’t mind me...’
Part 5: ‘I’m feeling like a riot.’
Jinx takes Lux out to dinner and drinks at Jericho’s, and their connection deepens further...
Song inspo for the title is ‘Santeria’ by Sublime, because it’s 100% the kind of song I can imagine playing somewhere like Jericho’s, it’s a total vibe. 
TW: drinking, mild sex talk, autistic overwhelm, gay panic - Lux is going through it
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It was past seven o’clock by the time they arrived at Jericho’s. The restaurant announced itself with a green and red neon sign emblazoned across the front window, and the distinct, lip-smacking aromas of beer and fried food upon entry. According to Jinx, they boasted the best pub food in the under city (not least because they were graced with Ekko as a sous chef), and their music selection had never let her down.
‘Lots of nineties grunge and old school rap, real good shit,’ Jinx had told her back in their room.
***
The second Luxanna agreed to come along, Jinx lit up like a sparkler. Her excitement was adorable and contagious and hadn’t wavered since.
Luxanna tried to imbue herself with that same energy but came up a little lacking. Of course, she was thrilled to even be invited. It meant Jinx liked her, right? Or at least found her tolerable enough to spend more time with. Either way, she figured it was an opportunity she’d be silly to miss.
Wasn’t this all part of the quintessential university experience? Going out, making friends, getting pissed. Trying new things. She would’ve regretted it if she’d said no.
Jinx filled her in on the plan straight away: Jericho’s for dinner and warm-up drinks until Ekko’s shift finished, and then onto the clubs, wherever they wanted. Jinx also stressed that if at any point Luxanna wanted to go home, they’d get her a cab, which made the whole idea a lot more agreeable.
There were few things worse than being trapped outside of her comfort zone, surrounded by people who just didn’t get it. The thought alone made her chest tight. But without prompt, Jinx casually offered an easy way out, like it was the most natural thing in the world for someone to become overwhelmed and need to bail after a while.
For that alone, Luxanna was so surprised and grateful that she almost cried. No one had ever spoken to her like that. No one had ever related to her like that. There was good in Jinx, after all. A lot of it. Luxanna’s heart ballooned.
Having an escape plan in place allowed her to imagine how the night might go. She checked out Jericho’s menu online. The chicken tenders and fries seemed a safe bet. How drunk was she willing to get? Anything more than tipsy was usually a bad idea, but maybe, if she was comfortable and enjoying herself, it wouldn’t matter. The alcohol would help her nerves, too. Best to feel it out as she went, perhaps. If she overthought it, she’d end up too anxious to go, and Jinx was too cute to let down like that.
When the time came to get ready, Luxanna stared into the abyss of her closet. She’d accepted Jinx’s invite without thinking of what she’d wear. Whoops. Jinx’s patience put her so at ease that she’d forgotten how much she hated everything she owned, and now she was stuck in her own personal hell.
‘So, uh…’ How would Jinx say it? ‘What’s the vibe tonight? Like… clothes wise…’
Luxanna turned to face Jinx, hoping her helplessness wasn’t as etched across her face as it felt, but Jinx didn’t notice. Had she even heard the question? Buzzing around the closet on her side, Jinx was in her own little world. Luxanna smiled; she knew the feeling well.
She watched on, as Jinx picked out a black leather skater skirt that she was sure to look great in. Threw it to her bed and fished out a cropped t-shirt. Eyed the two pieces up side by side. Shrugged, as if to say that’ll do, and slipped out of her current clothes without a care. Once again, it seemed she had no boundaries when it came to nudity.
And, once again, there were those fascinating cloud tattoos…
At a glimpse of Jinx’s breasts, Luxanna spun back around, face burning and out of breath. She tried to focus on her own dire situation. Tried to ignore the naked Jinx behind her.
Quite some task.
She scratched at her neck, anxious. Right. She’d have to figure this out for herself.
So, what did Jinx’s outfit choice tell her about the ‘vibe’? It was casual but fun, a little flirty. Decidedly Jinx-esque…
Therein lay her biggest obstacle. Nothing she owned was Luxanna-esque, was it? She didn’t even know what that might look like. How did people just know what to wear and what suited them all the time? It was impossible.
‘Blondie, you good?’ All dressed, Jinx skipped to Luxanna’s side and threw an arm around her shoulder. Studied her worried face. ‘What’s up? You still wanna come, right?’
‘Yeah. Yeah, of course. I just…’
She met Jinx’s pleading, azure blue eyes, and a lump of sickly panic rose in her throat. Their faces were so close that their noses almost touched. Jinx’s sweet perfume crept into her head and lodged there, a smell she’d never forget. Aside from the stain of plum lipstick from earlier in the day, Jinx’s face was bare, not yet made up for the night ahead. Luxanna hadn’t seen her like that before. Exposed, for want of a better word. Without her mask. Jinx’s natural skin was almost translucent, unblemished. Her wide, animated eyes belied a tired map of teal and purple veins underneath.
Eye to eye, Jinx burst into a smile. For the second time that day, Luxanna wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
After the humiliating but admittedly hilarious rubber-gate, Jinx’s hands had lingered on Luxanna’s knees for a few, heart-stopping moments… Luxanna tried to suppress her desire then, yet it continued to stir. Travelled up her spine. Tingled throughout her body.
She shivered and shifted away. Let out an awkward little snicker.
‘You just… what?’ Jinx frowned, folded her arms.
Stood apart, Luxanna took in Jinx’s outfit in all its glory. The cropped t-shirt was acid-washed black, imprinted with the black and white image of a stationary car across the road from a huge ball of fire and empty bottle of petrol, with the words Rage Against the Machine in faded white typewriter font. This time, to Luxanna’s surprise, she was familiar with the band (well, okay, she knew one song of theirs, but still…)
The hem and collar were raw, like Jinx had taken a pair of scissors, cut the fabric into the shape she wanted and left it at that. She’d taken a regular t-shirt and repurposed it into a crop top that exposed her slender, tattooed midriff and hung loosely off her shoulders, revealing a blue bralette underneath. Laced, and a shade deeper than her hair, it was the perfect accompaniment. It was so Jinx, and so, so hot.
Hotter still was the skater skirt which accentuated her small waist, and the thigh-high black suspender stockings she’d paired with it, which were just… wow.
Wow, wow, wow.
Did Jinx have any idea how beautiful she was?
‘You look…’ Luxanna gulped. Bit her lip to stop blurting out a stream of compliments and making things awkward between them.
‘That good, huh?’ Jinx giggled.
Luxanna blushed, but she couldn’t think about her roommate like that. She couldn’t.
Jinx was a girl, for starters.
A girl who low-key reminded her of Catra, her number one favourite character and biggest crush of all time.
A girl who seemed to understand her on a freakishly profound level.
A girl who she’d wanted to kiss at least twice in the last couple of hours.
Oh, gods.
Okay.
She was crushing on Jinx.
Big time.
But Jinx was with Ekko.
Ekko… He’d be with them later, handsome as always. She smiled at the thought of seeing him again. His energy was so different. Soothing, in a sense.
They had a moment, too, didn’t they? That morning, when Jinx passed out in her bed, they sat together on Luxanna’s. Talked a little. Bumped knees. Being so close to him was…
Gods, how was she supposed to cope with them both all night? They were two of the most gorgeous and cool people she’d ever met and neither of them were even single.
At least with both of them there, there wouldn’t be as much pressure on her to engage in the flow of the conversation. They’d probably spend the whole time flirting with each other and barely acknowledge she was there. Didn’t sound half bad.
The best part of going out—well, one of the only good parts, really—was the people watching. That was much harder to do when joined by others who insisted on monopolising attention, but if their attention was already elsewhere, well…
‘Hey, d’you want me to help dress you, blondie?’ Jinx asked, breaking Luxanna from her train of thought.
‘If you’re offering,’ Luxanna snickered with nerves. ‘I, uh… I kinda suck at this, so, yeah.’
‘Pfft!’ Jinx winked, bounced back to her closet, and rifled through it.
As she bent over, Luxanna dropped her eyes to her feet and twitched her toes, refusing to check the girl out any more than she already had.
Was she a pervert? Was it normal to be that attracted to another person?
‘Now,’ Jinx announced, as she pulled out several tops of varying colours, cuts, and fabrics, ‘you’re packing more ass than I could ever dream of, which I mean as the highest of compliments, by the way.’
Luxanna blushed as she continued.
‘So, I can’t help you in the pants or skirt department, but you have something we can work with for that, right?’
‘I have literally no idea,’ she said, out of her depth already.
‘That’s okay,’ Jinx chuckled, taking Luxanna’s uselessness in her stride. Arms tucked behind her back, chest puffed out and head tilted, she looked Luxanna up and down. Her button nose crinkled in concentration. ‘Hmm… I’ll check what you’ve got in your closet, while you have a look at these tops I’ve picked out. Just, uh… just pick whatever calls to you. Listen to your gut.’
‘Sure,’ Luxanna nodded, not sure at all.
As agreed, Jinx began her hunt, while Luxanna loomed over the galaxy bedspread full of options. Listen to your gut. Jinx made it sound so easy, but Luxanna’s gut was screaming.
She closed her eyes. Held her breath. Squeezed her fists and the balls of her feet as tightly as she could. Counted to ten. Released. Opened her eyes.
Okay. They were just clothes. Bits of material. All she had to do was go through one by one and choose the least egregious piece. She did it every day, for goodness sake. They weren’t her clothes this time, but that was the only real difference. She could totally do this.
Half an hour later, after much deliberation, they settled on an outfit for her. Most of Jinx’s tops were either too skimpy or too tight, but something unexpected caught Luxanna’s eye the second she saw it buried in one of Jinx’s drawers.
It was yet to meet Jinx’s scissors, thank gods. The t-shirt was baby blue, and depicted The Smiths album, Hatful of Hollow, one of her all-time favourites to paint to. On top of the poignant design, it was a woman’s size small, which meant it hugged her frame in a way that flattered her chest and skimmed over her curves. She loved it. Could hardly stop gazing at her own reflection.
It was probably baggy on Jinx, she thought, then cursed herself for picturing how cute it would look.
To go with the t-shirt, Jinx selected a pair of simple black jeans. After realising they wore the same shoesize, Jinx also tried to persuade her to try something different on her feet—a pair of Converse or Doc Marten’s, perhaps—but Luxanna stood firm. Sure, her trusty brogues weren’t the trendiest, and maybe they didn’t ‘go’ with the rest of the look, but there was no way she was able to brave a night out without the comfort of those well-trodden soles. Not yet. Maybe never.
The outfit on the whole was a little mismatched, but she didn’t care. Not with that t-shirt on. It felt silly, but she’d never worn something she loved so much, and it wasn’t even hers. Everything about it felt right, like if home were a piece of clothing.
‘So, The Smiths, huh?’ Jinx asked, as she joined Luxanna in front of their floor-length mirror. ‘Good taste, blondie.’
‘I know it isn’t one you picked out for me, but—’
‘No! It’s perfect!’ Jinx beamed, more excited than ever. ‘Okay, now time for make-up!’
She fetched a well-used eyeliner pencil from her bedside table and moved closer to the mirror. Slicked a line of black kohl across one eyelid, then another, before adjusting each side to make them even. With her pinkie finger, she smudged each line out a little with the delicate touch of a pro. As she turned back to Luxanna with a grin, her lids flickered closed.
‘All good?’ She asked, as if Luxanna would have any idea.
‘Uh…’ Luxanna gazed at Jinx’s blackened, smoky lids. Examined them a moment. The look was grungy and pretty and… ‘perfect.’
Jinx smiled at that, pulling Luxanna’s focus to her lips, not yet made up with whatever colour she planned to paint them with next. Luxanna stared, awestruck for what felt like the hundredth time. Only looked away when Jinx opened her eyes.
‘Shall I do you?’
‘Huh…?’
‘Your eyes,’ Jinx teased, and they both collapsed in laughter.
 ***
At Jericho’s, Jinx led them straight to a corner booth, out of the way from most of the other customers. It was cherry red leather, and criminally comfortable. Luxanna settled in to her little nook, folded her arms around her chest.
‘Alright,’ Jinx leaned on the table and grinned down at her, ‘drink of choice?’
‘Uh…’ What did most girls order in places like this? Wine? Ew, she hated wine. Gin and tonic, maybe? So bitter, though. Ah, what about, ‘vodka lemonade, please.’
‘Hmm,’ Jinx nodded and pulled a face that seemed to say she approved, ‘nice.’
With a twirl of her skirt and a flash of thigh, Jinx bobbed along to the bar to get their drinks. Alone, Luxanna scanned the area. It was relatively early, so most of the tables were empty. Phew. The less people, the better. She picked at the skin around her thumb until it started to hurt. Cracked her knuckles. Peered upwards.
The interior was pretty cool, actually. Great big wooden beams sprawled across the ceiling, adorned with dozens upon dozens of beer mats, novelty bottle openers and other such guff. Each exposed-brick wall was spattered with similar memorabilia, alongside paintings of streets and landscapes, old clocks which had long stopped ticking, and, in the corner furthest from their booth, a well-loved darts board.
As she stared at the bullseye and encircling red and black segments, the chime of a familiar tune crept upon her. The music hadn’t registered with her before, but she knew this one. She couldn’t recall the song’s title, but the band was Sublime.
Garen and his friends used to listen to them all the time, back in his rebellious teen phase. She’d eavesdrop through her bedroom window as they wiled away the hours, blasting tunes and smoking weed in the garden when their parents were at work over the summer holiday, and wondered if she’d ever have friends to break the rules with like that. Life was so different back then. The bittersweet nostalgia warmed her bones. To that day, she couldn’t catch a whiff of a joint without thinking of her brother.
Jinx returned with a spring in her step and two identical drinks; clear, carbonated, each decorated with a slice of lemon and a pink and white candy-striped straw. Had Jinx copied her, or…?  
‘It was two for one!’ Jinx exclaimed as she plonked herself down in the space opposite and slid one of the brimming beverages across the table. ‘Jeri’s a total G for hooking us up,’ she trilled.
A G…?
Jinx’s eyes were on Luxanna straight away, gazing with intensity. Well, everything about Jinx was like that, wasn’t it? Intense. Vibrant. In your face, whether you liked it or not.
As Luxanna reached for her drink, their fingers made fleeting contact. Jinx’s skin was cold but silky soft. She had a smiley face with crossed out eyes tattooed on the bridge of her right thumb, and her nails, most of which were chipped, were painted in a mismatched pattern of powder blue and bubble-gum pink.
Did everything about this girl have to be attractive? Seriously?
Nervous sweat beaded above Luxanna’s upper lip. She took her first sip. The drink was refreshingly cold and sweet, with the light twang of the vodka at the end. Thankfully, she’d chosen well.
‘So, Lux…’ Jinx smirked as she whirled the straw around in circles, clinking the ice cubes against the glass.
Had she noticed all that prolonged staring? Oh, gods.
‘It’s Luxanna,’ Luxanna corrected, out of habit more than annoyance. Sipped some more. ‘You know, you and Ekko always call me Lux, but I much prefer Luxanna.’
‘You don’t like Lux?’ Jinx asked, then polished off at least a quarter of her drink in one go. ‘Why not?’
‘It’s just… not my name,’ Luxanna shrugged. ‘It’d be like me calling you Jinxanna.’
‘Ha!’ Jinx guffawed. ‘So, what, no one back home ever called you Lux? Luxie? Nothing?’
‘Not really, no,’ she said. ‘Nicknames aren’t really a thing in Demacia. Everyone’s too serious for that.’
‘Dude, what the fuck? That’s so boring!’
‘Yep…’
‘Lux suits you way better.’
‘You think so?’
‘Hell yeah!’ Jinx exclaimed. ‘Come on, blondie. Lemme call ya Lux, okay? I won’t abuse the privilege, I promise.’
She definitely would, but far be it from Luxanna—Lux—to argue.
‘Fine.’
Lux rolled her eyes in defeat. She didn’t even hate the name that much when it came from Jinx.
She wasn’t sure she could’ve hated anything Jinx said. Not in that moment, and certainly not with the vodka warming through her.
‘I do have a question for you, though,’ she followed up.
‘Fire away.’
‘What’s a G?’ Lux asked. ‘I’m assuming you didn’t just mean the letter… Is it a Zaunite term? I’ve never heard it before.’
‘It’s slang, you know, like…’ Jinx paused to take a drink. ‘Mm…’ She swallowed, eager to keep talking. ‘Like, he’s a god, a genius, an all ‘round good guy… a G!’
‘A G…’ Lux nodded. Absorbed the new term into her vocabulary to use later. Took another sip.
‘Yep!’ Jinx chuckled. ‘Oh, they only had Sprite. That’s okay, right?’
‘Of course,’ Lux assured her. ‘Lemonade is lemonade.’
‘Wait, wait, wait!’ Jinx leant forward, mouth agog. ‘Sprite and lemonade are the same to you?’
‘…they’re not the same to you?’ Lux replied, now equally as baffled.
‘Well, no,’ Jinx said. Drank some more. ‘Lemonade’s like… sweetened lemon juice, kinda? And it’s real cloudy, too. You never made it as a kid?’
‘Nope. Can’t say I did.’
‘So weird,’ Jinx said. ‘We used to make it all the time. We’d try to sell it, but it always tasted like shit. Never enough sugar, and I’m pretty sure the lemons we used were, like, seriously underripe!’ She laughed at the memory, and Lux found herself beaming back, spellbound.
‘But then, uh…’ Jinx’s face fell as she continued. ‘Then things changed, so… No more lemonade. Heh.’
She drank some more. Half her drink was already gone, and Lux had barely had two sips.
‘Whatever.’ Jinx shrugged off the memory and resumed her striking smile. Propped her chin up with a fist, as the other hand remained occupied by the straw. ‘So, Demacia doesn’t have real lemonade, huh? First no nicknames, now this…’ It was like she was talking to herself, but she definitely wasn’t. ‘What else is different there?’
‘Well, let’s see, um—’
‘Is there pizza!?’ Jinx’s eyes sparkled, vitalised by whatever Lux was about to say.
‘Of course!’ She cackled, tickled by the question and how sincerely Jinx had asked. ‘Why wouldn’t there be pizza?’
‘Fuck if I know,’ Jinx snickered. Grabbed a menu from—
Oh. Lux hadn’t noticed, but there was a grooved wooden stand with two menu booklets slotted into it sitting on the table’s inner flank. On closer look, their table number was engraved in the wood.
Lux’s jaw dropped; Jinx had seated them at table sixty-nine.
‘What is it, blondie?’ She smirked, reading Lux’s face like a damn book. ‘Not a prude, are ya?’
‘Wh—? No.’
‘Really?’ Jinx tutted, shook her head. ‘You’re making me wonder.’
‘Wonder what?’ Lux’s voice cracked and she blushed beetroot red.
Jinx didn’t reply. Finished off her drink instead.
‘Anyway,’ she sat back, slouched into the sofa cushion, ‘I’m getting pizza. You?’
To Lux’s chagrin, it seemed Jinx had no plan to elaborate upon what she was wondering. She didn’t want to be grilled about anything sexual—not while she was still relatively sober, anyway—but she couldn’t take the ambiguity. Now that Jinx had started, Lux needed her to see it through, or it would bug her all night.
‘Sorry, um… Wonder what, Jinx?’ Lux gently pressed. Took another swig of her drink by means of a distraction.
Jinx cocked a brow. ‘You really wanna know?’
‘I have to,’ she said. ‘The suspense is killing me.’
‘Okay, blondie,’ Jinx grinned and straightened herself back up. ‘Well, I mean this with no judgment, or whatever, but… are you a virgin?’
‘What?’ She squeaked. ‘No.’
‘It’s okay if you are,’ Jinx said. Why didn’t she believe her? ‘We’re young, you know. Tonnes of people don’t have sex before they get to college. It’s totally normal.’
‘Jinx, I’m twenty-one,’ she asserted. ‘I’m not that young, and I’m definitely not a virgin.’ More alcohol. She suddenly wanted to blackout.
‘Sheesh, you’re older than me?’ Jinx went doe eyed, and the cutest little smile dimpled her cheeks. ‘Why’d you suspend your studies?’
‘Oh…’ Lux shrunk down a little. Rubbed her palms together as she pondered how to keep things vague, but honest. ‘Let’s just say I, uh… had a rough few years…’
‘Heh, same,’ Jinx shrugged. ‘Life, amirite?’
Her nonchalance towards Lux’s issues was soothing. Most people would’ve laid on an act of phony sympathy and pried further until Lux imploded. But not Jinx.
‘When’s your birthday?’ Jinx piped up.
‘The fifteenth of May,’ Lux said. ‘Why?’
‘Ah, a Taurus, huh?’
‘Yeah, I guess,’ she said. ‘I don’t really know about star signs.’
‘Oh, I have no idea what any of it’s supposed to mean,’ Jinx clarified with a short giggle. ‘It’s just cute to me, you know, assigning all these traits and shit based on nothing but when we’re born. Like, we all pop out of the womb as blank slates, right? Then astrology comes along and says, “well, you were born at nine, so your moon is Cancer rising, and your heart’s a turtle,” or… whatever the fuck it says. And people just accept it like, “yes, my heart indeed is a turtle.” You know? I mean, how fucking cute is that?’
‘Well, when you put it that way,’ Lux grinned. ‘It is pretty cute.’ You’re pretty cute, she wanted to say.
Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she couldn’t help it. Jinx’s company was ten times more intoxicating than the vodka.
They talked back and forth for a while, with Jinx leading and Lux falling in line, happy to answer her questions. Jinx asked more about Demacia and High Silvermere, and how Zaun differed. She asked about the pizza, the food and drink in general, the customs and traditions, the night life, the music scene. There were a few things Lux didn’t know, but she answered what she could. Jinx assured her anything she didn’t know could simply be looked up later. No big deal.
Being around Jinx, nothing much felt like a big deal at all. Lux even ordered her food and their second round of drinks without getting flustered and stumbling over her words. Something about Jinx’s presence relaxed her in a way she’d never experienced.
That, in itself, was a very big deal.
Their food arrived, and it was as good as Jinx promised. Lux savoured every bite, and Jinx practically inhaled her pizza, but was careful to put a few slices aside for Ekko to enjoy later.
‘Sharing is caring,’ she winked, after persuading Lux to try some, too.
A waiter came to collect their plates, and they ordered a third round. Double vodka Sprite for Jinx, and a single for Lux. Jinx didn’t seem fussed, but Lux was grateful to have lined her stomach with a proper meal before any serious drinking went down.
‘So,’ Lux began, as Jinx made short work of that double, ‘what, uh… what was all that about today, anyway? You had a work lunch, or something? What’s your job? Ekko made it sound so serious, but—’
‘Yeah well,’ Jinx interrupted. Her whole body tensed. ‘Ekko’s a total drama queen.’ She tried to shrug it off like she did everything else, but it was obvious that something was bugging her.
‘Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve asked.’ Lux’s urge to pick at her thumb in distress manifested in a huge gulp of her drink. This one seemed to go down easier than the previous two.
Jinx drank, too, and they rode out their first uncomfortable silence of the evening.
‘Okay, look,’ Jinx said, finally relieving the tension. ‘The thing is, I work for a guy who… well, he’s kinda like my pseudo-father and my boss, all rolled into one horrific, nagging mass, you know?’
‘Lovely,’ Lux jibed. Some irrational part of her already loathed this man more than anyone she’d ever known.
‘Right?’ Jinx snickered in a way that seemed to say she felt understood. Seen. Shook her head in dismay. ‘I don’t know, he just… he always knows exactly what to say to get into my head.’
‘And he did that today, I’m guessing?’
‘Yup.’ Jinx’s face hollowed out.
Maybe it was the vodka, but Lux felt a desperate pull to embrace the girl before her. To try and make everything okay. To bring that radiant, infectious grin back to her now sullen face. Instead of a hug, she reached a hand towards Jinx’s.
Jinx made no effort to pull away. Allowed Lux’s fingers to curl around hers. They smiled at each other, warm and open, as Lux glided her thumb across Jinx’s knuckles, over her smiley face tattoo.
It wasn’t the same jolt of electricity she’d gotten the first time. This touch was on purpose, and all the more intense. She didn’t want to stop. Lingered a few moments longer than she meant to.
Jinx lingered, too. Studied Lux’s hand, then her face.
In a wave of panic, Lux let go. Downed more alcohol. Jinx needed a friend right now, not some sexually confused weirdo. Friends. They were just friends, for gods’ sake. Friends and roommates and nothing else.
***
 The hours passed in what felt like minutes. The once empty tables around them filled with people, the music grew louder, and Lux’s senses blurred as her intoxication settled in. She needed her bed and a cool glass of water, but Jinx’s company was too good to leave.
Soon, Ekko’s shift was over, and he joined them at their table. Enveloped Jinx in a bear hug which left her ginning ear to ear. They ordered one last round of drinks, and Ekko scarfed the leftover pizza.
With Ekko in the mix, the vibe changed. Jinx no longer stared at Lux unabashedly, bombarding her with questions. Instead, she slumped over Ekko, invading his space like a cat. She leant her head on his shoulder, linked her arm through his, played with the titanium ring on his pointer finger, sipped her drink every now and then, and barely said two words. It was like Jinx was playing a social relay, and she’d passed the baton to Ekko. It was his turn, and all she needed to do was sit back, listen, and observe.
Lux understood. One on one conversation, especially with a relative stranger, was intense. She supposed even someone as outwardly confident as Jinx needed a break sometimes. So, she understood. She didn’t like the lack of attention from her newfound friend, but she understood. It left her cold and restless and confused, and if she was alone, she would’ve burst into tears, but just like always, she understood.
She smiled. Yawned. Said something about how cute they were together. Scratched at her legs through her jeans. Yawned some more. Played with the ice in her drink. Looked anywhere but right at them. Fidgeted with her hair, her nails, the napkins on the table. Tried to breathe as normally as possible. Kept yawning.
‘So, Lux,’ Ekko beamed at her. ‘Pretty cool place, huh?
‘Hmm?’
‘The restaurant,’ he said. ‘Cool, right?’
‘Oh,’ she said, no longer able to eke out a convincing smile. ‘Yeah. Very.’
As much as Lux wanted to, she couldn’t engage with Ekko’s small talk. Not there. Not then. Not with the music and the people and the smells coming from the pizza oil congealing on Jinx and Ekko’s shared plate and the beads of condensation on her glass and the swing of the front door opening and closing and the friends playing darts in her periphery and all that guff on the walls and the ceiling and the lights hurting her eyes and wow the music was so loud and—
Her head spun. She cupped her hands over her ears and huddled her face between her elbows, creating a barrier between herself and everything else.
‘L… Lux…?’ Ekko asked tentatively.
‘Okay,’ Jinx sighed. ‘Home time for blondie.’
Sometime after midnight, Lux followed the couple out of Jericho’s and onto the street. They hailed her a cab, hugged her goodnight, and she waved them off. Arm in arm and in step with each other, they slinked away to wherever they were going next.
Alone and nauseated at the back of the taxi, she cursed herself for having to quit the night so early. Dwelled on that parting image of Jinx and Ekko.
They were totally in sync. Totally apart from her.
Maybe in the morning she’d try to capture the moment in a painting. She could turn it into something beautiful, rather than let it fester and add to the discomfort in her chest.
Yes. As soon as she could, she’d crack open her new oil paints and brushes, prepare a fresh canvas, and get to work.
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the-name-is-loser · 3 years
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Splatgonronpa Executions. As a treat.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of death. What did you expect? It’s a Splatoon au of danganronpa, after all.
Levi:
Despite him supposedly being an early game victim, if he does become a blackened, it’s late game- which means he figured out that executions work based off of Despair. So to prolong his life a bit longer in case he was found out, he just makes sure to not feel despair.
The mastermind realizes he figured out the secret to the executions, and decides “no fuck you”
So his trial comes and goes, he’s found guilty, blah blah.
So he’s prepared to face something predictable like ‘ooh you stabbed ya husband’ or ‘your parents are disappointed in you’ and it’s fucking.
Girl Power Station.
(He’s Agent 10,008 by the way)
He’s feeling despair before the execution even begins.
So he’s like “okay calm down, they’re planning on me being distracted by the octolings so I just have to avoid them!”
So he’s doing his best to not die and narrowly avoids the octolings trying to kill him.
There’s one second left on the timer when the orb gets attacked by hidden Octolings.
It gets destroyed.
“You let the orb get destroyed. Test Failed.”
So in the end, Levi still felt despair as he died.
Ezra
This boyo is also an early game victim, xe dies with Levi in an attempt to protect him from their (plural) murderer.
Again, in case he does become a blackened, it’s something more predictable.
During xyr teenage years, he was manipulated until his early twenties- By xyr ex-boyfriend, “friends”, etc.
So his death would be like
Xem being controlled with strings while various people stab him, and xe ultimately dies from being forced to stab himself.
You know the word backstabbing? His death is that but literally. Xe’s literally stabbed in the back by people he thought loved xem, and forced to kill himself because xe treated his exes words like an order from god.
… damn I really just said fuck this oc in particular LMAO
Armani
So he’s the protagonist after Levi dies, so he shouldn’t be dying anytime soon. But again, just out of curiosity?
He’s a model in Inkopolis, and committed the cardinal crime of enjoying his job.
Also used to have a friend who died in the Metro because of the train.
Maybe you can see where I’m going with this?
Basically, he gets hella flashbombed, and hears his friend call out for him. He falls for it, and when he tries to go see where his friend is- BAM a train.
Adam
This person is actually my brothers OC, so I’m just going off of what he said.
He told me Adam is a yandere over someone else called Pax V. who broke up with him because he was scared.
His execution could be Pax V. (Or maybe monokuma in disguise), running up to him like ‘sorry for breaking up with you! It turns out that I still love you!”
So when Adam goes to hug Pax he just like. Stabs him or something.
And you get the added bonus that if it was the real pax, he’s traumatized from killing someone!
It’s a win win for Monokuma.
Pax V.
Apparently, according to my brother, he’s claustrophobic, so his death would probably just be a dark room slowly getting smaller without him realizing. Easy.
A buncha others, but these are the ones I though of first.
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krebstar · 5 years
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me and @kravalicious were talking about wesper soulmate aus bc i was reading fics and they came up with this idea and im gonna talk about it because i love it a lot
you have a symbol of your soulmate tattooed on your wrist
wylan, of course, has two pistols intersecting on his
and jesper has an explosion
which he never seemed to really be able to figure out what it meant, if it was literal or a comment on their personality
he ended up taking it as the latter
so hes expecting this like loud, boisterous person kinda like him
wylan knows jespers his soulmate from pretty much the moment they meet in the tannery
he sees jespers pistols and just “Ah”
but he doesnt say anything about it
and jesper here is expecting this bright, big personality so when he meets this merchling wylan to talk to him about demo it doesnt really connect with him at first
it takes him a while but it finally clicks when wylan sets off his first real bomb, not just a flashbomb
and jesper just kinda oh
he brings it up to wylan the next chance they have to get some alone time bc u know some birds are nosey
and wylans just like “yeah........... i know”
they bicker a little bit, jesper upset that wylan didnt say anything. wylan saying he didnt want to because he wasnt sure jesper knew (and lowkey kinda wanted to make him work for it) n stuff
jesper ends up getting frustrated enough that he just kisses wylan n mutters something about liking him since they first met
wylans a bit caught off guard by the sudden kiss but happily initiates more kisses after
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stormears · 3 years
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Writing Progress Today
Chasm Ch. 5: 1375 words (WIP chap now 8128 words)
Untitled “MatsuHana Royalty Flashbomb” AU, Ch 2: 655 words (WIP chap now 2298)
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wordfighter · 7 years
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Dangerous Game
Summary: AU: Emil has been a space gladiator for several years, but he is playing a dangerous game, as he discovers when he realize he has to fight against someone he knew long ago. Type: Short story/fanfiction Words: 1202 Category: Stand Still Stay Silent Genre: sci-fi/tragedy Rating: Mature Characters: Emil & Lalli Warnings: Fighting, character death, guns, blood
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Emil wiped the blood off his face, listened as the person infront of him took their last gurgling breaths. Around him the crowd cheered and he knelt, traced his fingers over the body to inspect the damages he had caused them. The clothes had burned, fused with the skin beneath. Emil's opening move had done its job this time as well. Emil found the neck, covered in blood and his thumb located the first bullet wound, his index fingers the third and second. Emil wiped blood and tears from his face before continuing, closing the other's mouth and eyes.
”Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our reigning champion: Emil Västerström!”
The crowed roared again and Emil stood up, looked towards the crowd with eyes that could no longer see, slowly blinded by his own flashbombs and eventually completely destroyed by a knife five weeks ago. He heard the crowd roar from the other arena as well and picked up his weapon, went back to his corner and started cleaning the weapon, his fingers memorizing every part of it, had already memorized each dent in it. He put the weapon down, pulled off his coat to inspect the damages he had recieved during the fight.
A broken rib, a couple of cuts and some bruises. A bullet had grazed the side of his forehead. Nothing he couldn't handle. Something slimy crawled over the floor, approached him slowly, but he didn't move. Tentacles grabbed around him, smelly goo was applied over his bleeding wounds and then the creature disappeared again. Emil let out a sigh, reloaded his gun and put his coat on again. His hand traced the front side of his coat, where he stored his specially prepared weapons. He was out of flashbombs and he only had one smokebomb and one grenade left. He had to make them count.
He heard the door on the other side of the arena open up, tried to hear the steps of the other person entering to determine who it was and what strategy to use, but the crowd cheered louder than before and the steps drowned in the sound.
”Next round will start in five minutes!”
Emil stood up, grabbed his gun and put his energy-infused dagger in its sheath. He heard light steps as the other person got ready and he froze, recognized those footsteps. Emil's weapon fell to the floor, he started running towards the steps but two metal rods hit his chest and he stopped.
”Return to your corner, Champion.”
The voice was hard, stern, and Emil wanted to disobey, but clenched his fists and returned. He couldn't take them out anyway, he had tried before. He found his gun, held it close and turned around, raised a hand to his opponent. The other froze, Emil heard his sudden stop, his gasp when he saw and maybe even recognized Emil.
”Ladies and gentlemen, return to your seat. The next match will start in ten, nine, eight...”
Emil threw the gun over his shoulder, stepped into the ring. The floor behind him became electrified and the sounds from the crowd died out as a protective field raised above Emil and his opponent. There were no sounds from the other person and Emil's hand reached for the modified smokebomb, grabbed it. He heard light steps to his right and he threw the smokebomb, lifted his arms to shield himself from the flames he had added to it. No one froze in the smoke that appeared, because every moment you stood still was a moment you were a target and Emil used that. His hearing had always been exceptional, had gotten even better since he started losing his sight, and he could locate his opponent by the sound of their steps.
This time there were no steps. Emil pulled his gun down, listened intensly. He heard soft words to his left, a voice that tugged at his heartstrings, and he took a better grip around the gun, started running in the other direction. Something appeared beside him, wrapped around him. Emil grabbed his knife, cut through the woodlike thing. A jolt of electricity rushed from the knife, went through the thing, went through Emil's body and he hit the ground, laid motionless for two agonizing seconds as his body tried to get rid of the electricity. Steps, and Emil forced himself to continue, he threw his remaining grenade towards the steps, rolled in the other direction and got up, but was thrown to the ground by the shockwave. His ears rang and he covered them with his hands, got back up and shook his head. He removed his hands, listened closely over the ringing in his ears. Soft, angry words in a language he had heard long ago, a language he had never managed to learn. His heart skipped a beat.
Emil fell to his knees, his fists hit the ground and he screamed. The voice died out, he heard steps again and reached for the gun, only to discover that he had dropped it. The light footsteps were coming closer and he turned his head around, tried to locate the source, tried to figure out where he dropped his gun. The steps stopped, Emil judged it to be five meters infront of him. His gun was two rolls to the right, he was certain, and he lifted his head, faced his opponent. He didn't need to see to know that two light-gray eyes were looking at him. He remembered them, had dreamt of them.
The crowd started roaring again, the protective field around them slowly going down. Emil darted to the right, his opponent ran to the other right, and then the sounds from the crowd disappeared again. They had been spared from the Executioner this time and Emil's feet found the gun, kicked it infront of him. He rolled, grabbed it, turned around and heard a gun clicking in his direction.
Silence.
Emil's finger rested on the trigger, his opponent breathed in short, quick breaths and Emil tried to calm his own beating heart.
”So this is how it ends”, he said.
His voice shook, the other didn't answer, but Emil knew he was there, could still hear his breaths, could hear him sobbing.
”I'm sorry it came to this.”
Simultaneously both men lifted their guns, gunfire echoed over the arena, together with a scream, a cry. Emil's body hit the floor, he felt his shirt getting wet, didn't lift his hand to confirm what he already knew. The other man approached him, knelt beside him and thin hands pulled at his coat, pressed against the wound in his chest, tried to cover the wound in his stomach. Emil lifted his hand, placed it on the other's arm, traced it and stopped on the other's cheek. Bloody hands grabbed Emil's hand, pressed it closer to the cheek and Emil could feel water, gently moved his thumb to dry it off, but his hand fell.
”Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our new champion:”
Emil's chest rose and sank one last time, a thin, bloody hand closed his eyes and the other man got up again, looked at the crowd.
”Lalli Hotakainen!”
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