#jinx x fem reader

[novacqnes]

hii, could you make a one shot where jinx is "friends" with the reader but they like constantly kiss each other or are super clingy to eachother and everyone thinks they are more than friends until they end up confessing their fellings?

ice cream sundae // jinx

warning: fluff, kissing & some angst

pairing: jinx x fem reader

a/n: this took me such a long time but i hope you enjoy it :) i had a lot of fun writing it so thank you for the request! also can you tell how much i wanted ice cream while writing this?

your relationship with jinx wasn’t exactly ideal. it was sweet— fluffy cotton candy, cavity-inducing sweetness. the type of ice cream dessert where you could just feel the bits of sugar melting on your tongue, and the budding stomach ache looming near. it was comfort and love except without the usual strings or a daunting “relationship” title. 

although to most, you were in fact together— nearly inseparable, and you couldn’t fault them. after all, “friends” don’t share fervent kisses that leave them breathless for minutes on end. nor do they spend hours each night bound until the other manages to fall asleep. 

at first, the intimacy didn’t bother you. you and jinx had always been comfortable around each other. the added intimacy only seemed to strengthen your relationship even further which neither of you seemed to mind— well that was until others took note. 

silco’s office was crowded with chembarons and compatriots— all eager to hear about his next plan. they practically hung on his every word, offering the fearless leader their undivided attention. yet the sight was enough to draw hushed snickers from your lips. 

“they all look constipated,” jinx chuckled, swinging an arm around the small of your back. she pulled your body close to hers despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation. you nuzzled into her side, burying your face into her neck. the noise drew the attention of a few but you managed to suppress the budding laughter— at least for a while. 

“no he looks constipated” you smirked, “how do they even take him seriously?” your eyes darted back and forth between the crowd and silco— once again you felt like you were going to lose it. jinx clutched onto you as if to remind you of where you were. but one glance at her blue eyes sent you into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

the two of you were too distracted to really notice it but dozens of eyes turned your way, along with silco’s. jinx’s arms wrapped around you almost instinctively as both you and her succumbed to laughter, clinging onto each other for dear life. to everyone else in the room, you looked like a couple. 

first, it was the intimacy— jinx rarely left your side throughout the entire meeting. each time someone looked over, the distance between the two of you seemed to diminish by the minute. however, aside from that it all seemed natural like you belonged together— and not once did either of you pull away. 

“jinx.”

silco’s voice was loud and stern, startling you from her grasp. he ambled towards her, redirecting the attention back onto the three of you. even with the added set of eyes, jinx maintained the distance, gently ushering you back toward her. 

“i’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to flirt with your girlfriend after the meeting.” 

girlfriend…?

a brief silence swept over the room, completely sucking the air from your lungs, and simultaneously leaving jinx speechless. you were aware that people mistook you for being more than her friend— but when it was finally brought up your feelings seemed like they were on display. free to be analyzed and picked apart by everyone, including jinx. 

“uh— she’s not my girlfriend,” she blurted a lot quicker than expected. you couldn’t help but flinch at her words, so concise and almost deliberate. she wasn’t wrong and you knew that but why did everyone else have to? 

“regardless, try not to interrupt again?” sharply, silco turned on his heel pulling the attention back towards his speech. and although much hadn’t changed you couldn’t bear to be near jinx. the sugary appeal of a partial relationship no longer seemed ideal, because in the end you were still left with the ache. 

she turned back towards you, remorse seeping its way into her features, “ignore hi—“

“i have to go.” mentally, you were already far from the crowded room. without another word, you slid from her arms storming towards the door as you left jinx’s side for the first time in months. 

there wasn’t much of a goal in mind— but you needed to get away and there weren’t many options. each one that presented itself had an increased chance of you seeing jinx again, and you couldn’t face her just yet. thus, you continued to walk the streets of zaun, following the dim light that the moon sanctioned. 

the silence only seemed to stir your thoughts even further and they weren’t angry ones. you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at jinx because she hadn’t done anything wrong. the fact is you weren’t her girlfriend and no amount of kisses or gentle touches would change that. gradually tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall, swallowing the growing knot in the back of your throat.

the last drop was the first place you found solace after hours of mindless wandering. you stumbled towards an empty seat, slumping over the counter. you missed jinx— you yearned to be close to her again but it had to be real, you couldn’t simply be her “friend.”

“an ice cream sundae, please.” you mumbled to the confused bartender.

despite the fact that it was a bar and not a dessert stand your request was granted in a matter of minutes. placed in front of you was a large cup with a blend of french vanilla and rich chocolate. drizzled in syrup and cookies that covered the entire top. at the very center of it was a small cherry that looked all the more delectable. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the spoon or let alone move. 

you felt her first, her touch soft and gentle as a long set of arms snaked around your waist. she propped her chin on your shoulder, bringing your dessert to her lips. the bar was quiet, nearly empty— yet you became hyper-aware of every movement. jinx’s affection was never something you needed to process up until now. however, it was the first time you truly felt conscious of it. 

“never had this flavor before.” she hummed, leaning up against the counter. cerulean eyes glazed over yours, setting your cheeks ablaze. the soft skin of her arms gently brushed against your waist causing hundreds of goosebumps to form. and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t conceal it from her. 

jinx muttered, her voice somber, “y’know when you ran out last night i waited– but you never showed up.” her eyes were glassy and at first glance, it looked like she was on the verge of tears. instinctively, you brought the pad of your thumb to her face, gently wiping them away. despite the budding tension, she didn’t flinch away, only leaning further into your touch. 

“i had to think.” the words came out as a feeble whisper, completely flying over jinx’s head. you could practically feel her growing more restless at the sound of silence pervading the bar. 

“what about?”

she desperately tried to keep her voice calm but it became glaringly obvious that she was losing it. her eyes darted between yours almost crazed, and deep jagged lines began to form around her nose.

“us— i mean what are we doing jinx? i’m serious, we act like we’re dating and it’s to the point where everyone thinks we are.” you sighed, bringing your hand to the side of her face. the warmth soothed her, relieving some of the stress that was mounting on her shoulders but you couldn’t push anymore— not until you knew how she felt. 

“who cares what other people think?” she spat, deflecting even further to no avail. your heavy gaze sent heat straight to her cheeks, coating them in a bright red shade.

“it’s not about what they think— why can’t we just make it official? it’s not a secret that i love you and i’m tired of just being your friend.” the desperation practically oozed from your voice, sending a pang of guilt to jinx’s chest.

“you’re gonna make me get all sappy, you know i hate that,” she joked, a hint of sadness lacing her words. there was no going back. for a moment she pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“it’s not that i don’t love you….i have for as long as i can remember. but if we make this real it’s all gonna change— i know it will.” her eyes offered you a moment of clarity, they pleaded with you but were honest— she was honest. it was all you ever really wanted, some sort of confirmation that she felt the same way. 

“that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“but it usually is, and i can’t screw this up, y/n.”

“look at me, i’m not going anywhere but you have to trust me….do you trust me?” you cooed, turning your body towards hers. the distance between the two of you grew smaller yet neither of you pulled away. jinx took your hand in hers silently nodding as you placed a palm over her thigh. you were no longer in limbo, you needed to find some way that the two of you could exist as more than friends. 

you pushed the half-melted ice cream sundae away, plucking an additional straw from the counter.

“i’m not really in the mood for dessert right now hun,” jinx said, although she reached for it anyway. 

“that’s okay, just share this with me.” the both of you brought your lips to the straws, humming at the sweet taste that lingered on your tongues. 

jinx brushed a strand of blue from her face, craning her neck to get a better look at you. slowly, her eyes roamed over your face, taking in your features one by one. it was something she was used to doing but never this intimately. 

“is it just me or is this the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” you asked, yet jinx was way too distracted to even notice. slowly slipping, her eyes fell on yours and for a moment she held them there, in both admiration and awe. she couldn’t fathom a world in which you were just her friend. 

“jinx?” you called, your voice snapping her back to reality. 

“hm?”

“do you like it?”

jinx plucked the cherry from the top bringing it to her lips, a bright sparkle glimmering in the corners of her eyes. she brought the fruit to her lips, although her focus was far from it, and the tempting desert just a few feet inches from her. she leaned in closer, testing the invisible boundary. 

without another word her hands made their way to the back of your head, initiating a fierce long awaited kiss. in a matter of seconds, you leaned into it, clasping onto jinx’s body for dear life. your tongue swirled in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of sugar left behind. neither of you could get enough of it, it was infectious and almost addicting. 

when jinx finally pulled away she was breathless, ardent passion blurring her gaze. she ensured that her eyes never left yours as she whispered, “i loved it.

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[xoxo-honeyy]

comforting jinx hc's

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

wc: 758

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cezgez]

Jinx flirting like

𖥔 𓄼 ࣪⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ

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[angelltheninth]

hey, can I request a she/her reader being a caretaker to jinx sfw?

Jinx deserves someone nice to love and take care of her.

Pairing: Jinx x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, kissing, soothing touches, touch-starved Jinx, Jinx being bad at feelings

A/N: I would take care of her, give her hugs and kisses.

Honestly she has a hard time letting you take care of her

She'd rather shower you with affection then the other day around

Part of it is because she feels insecure about weather or not she deserves it but she also thinks that if she's good to you you're less likely to leave her

Kisses you all the time and likes it when you kiss her back, however she takes a bit longer to relax into you when you initiate the kiss

Domestic moments aren't something that she experienced a lot, being hugged while cuddling or you making her a bath and getting in with her to give her a massage are all new experiences for her

She does enjoy those things you do for her but she can't help but feel like she should do just as much, if not more, for you

Worst of all she's not sure how to bring up the subject without her sounding like she doesn't like how much you do for her because she really does

It's not hard to see her mood shift from happy to sad, even gradually because she's never been good at hiding things from you

She cuddles up against you whenever you hold her, trying to kiss your cheek and your collar bones to show you just as much affection

Needs to feel validated in her efforts but also makes sure that you feel the same way, she always gives you compliments when you make her smile

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[thatonementallyillsimp]

Hey people- I just wanted to say that I feel like jinx from arcane is a total switch, either a mean dom, or an adoring bottom!! Like, one night she'll be making u cry by overstimulating you on her black/blue strap on cock, making you beg or just fucking your brains out, and the other day she's humping your thigh while you work or do wtv you gotta do bc "she needs you so bad sugar'" but you're busy☹️ sp you make her cum on your thigh until ur done<333

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[aurora-starwars]

Happiness Consists Of Getting Enough Sleep

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

Summary: Reader coaxing Jinx to sleep

Word Count: 550

Warnings: none <3 just fluff

A/N: I found this draft from a while ago and I decided to post it! hope you enjoy! <333333

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A small yawn escaped the blue haired girl as she worked on her newest grenades. The yawn was almost subtle enough that [Name] didn’t notice.

Almost.

[Name]’s head shot up as looked towards Jinx. She stood up from where she sat, practically skipped towards where Jinx was sitting and sat next to the blue haired girl, resting her head on her hand.

“You still working, darling?” [Name] teased softly before giggling, poking the other girls’ side.

Jinx giggled but after taking in her words shook her head defensively, or to shake off the ache for sleep, it wasn’t clear.

[Name]’s eye raked over Jinx’s body as she watched her continue working.

Her eyes were drooping and her movements were slow and sloppy; no doubt due to the 48 hours she had been awake.

[Name] knew this.

Of course she did.

Not many seem to realize just how much the [H/C] haired girl knew about the girl with two long, blue braids. Although they were just about completely inseparable, everyone figured it was a protection thing or assignment from Silco. Nobody knew just how close they were.

Although they grew up together, they didn’t meet until after Silco took Jinx in. It wasn’t long after, in fact, that Jinx met [Name].

[Name] was a small girl that had wandered into Jinx’s work shop, or then play room. Jinx only wanted a friend, and [Name] didn’t want to be alone. It wasn’t long until Jinx learned that [Name] had lost her entire family; and she vowed to never leave her.

The two were attached at the hip, and about a year into their friendship Jinx asked [Name] to swear they would never abandon each other.

[Name] did so eagerly.

So after years of friendship and more years of what they have now, it is safe to say that [Name] knew a lot about Jinx.

Sighing, [Name] slowly leaves her seat and walks around to where Jinx is sat. [Name] knew she needed sleep desperately.

Grabbing her arms gently and pulling them away from the grenades, [Name] looks into Jinx’s eyes and says,

“Love, you need sleep.”

It wasn’t often that [Name] had such a soft tone in her voice, but when she talked to Jinx it tended to come out that way. She knew that it took a certain amount of effort to get her to sleep on her own.

Groaning a complaint, Jinx slowly raised from her seat with the help of [Name].

Grasping her hand, the pink haired girl slowly tugged the other all of the way over to the bed; if you could call it that.

Pulling back the sheets, a giggle escaped the [H/C] haired girl as Jinx laid her head on her shoulder, practically asleep already.

After kissing Jinx’s forehead, she maneuvered the girl in the bed before laying down with her.

The moment [Name] was on the soft surface of the mattress, Jinx grabbed her, wrapping her arms around her, nuzzling her face into her shoulder. [Name] let out a small giggle before reach around the taller girl to reciprocate the cuddle. Jinx didn’t need sleep often but when she did, [Name] knew. And now, as she was wrapped around the smaller girls body, out like a light, it was without a doubt obvious she did.

A/N: Sorry its so short, it is quite the old fic.

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[fangirlpostsfangirlthings]

Somewhere in Those Eyes

gif by @rocketjinx

summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved.

warnings: self harm mentioned, angsty ig, barely proofread

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this is completely based off those scenes where she has THAT look on her face. she’s innocent your honor ☹️ (me when I feed into my delusions)

There's been quite a few instances when you've considered slapping a sticker on your girlfriend that read fragile.

And this is certainly one of those times.

Not that she's not strong or that she can't handle herself.

Well mentally- that’s exactly what it meant. She had trouble figuring out her feelings and finding the proper ways to express them. Ways that weren’t harmful to herself or others.

It was little inconveniences or side comments like she's not good enough or she messed everything up again that got Jinx in her head.

It was sick and twisted, people knew her upbringing, they knew exactly what triggered her. So why actively try to agitate her and get on her bad side, then go and complain about how horrible of a person she is? What sense did that make? Why make her suffer like that?

You hated people sometimes.

It wasn't her fault she was like this, she's a product of her environment. It's a mix of the people around her and the way she was raised by Silco.

It's not her fault.

Jinx was an amazing girl, so lovable and bubbly, sarcastic and funny, and not to mention super intelligent.

Oh and a bonus, she was the most beautiful girl to exist. You were sure of it.

How could anyone hate her?

You'll never understand it.

You followed Jinx to her “lair” after one of Silco's goons had manipulated her into thinking their failed mission was her fault.

Well. You followed her after you beat his face in, but that's not the point.

It was in fact his own fault. But he didn’t want to humiliate himself and knew it was easier to blame Jinx because everyone else would believe it.

Once you caught up, you could easily tell she was on the verge of a breakdown. Her eyes were welled up with tears, brows furrowed in upset. Her lips turned down and wobbling.

You kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her shaking hands that were covered in her black, leather gloves.

“Hey, look at me, yeah?" You pleaded softly.

Her eyes hesitantly met yours, face crumbling completely when she saw your worried expression.

"Hey, c'mere." You cooed and pulled her into your lap, keeping her as close as possible.

She needed this. She needed someone to console her before she could self destruct. You loved being that person as much as you hated it.

You loved her, and you’d do anything to help her heal, even if the process would be a long and grueling one. But you hated that you had to see her this way, wishing you could snap your fingers and take the pain away.

She just needed someone who had a lot of love to give, and patience. Luckily you had both of those.

As much as she didn’t believe it, she was easy to love.

•°•

You hated seeing her like this.

Jinx was screaming, yelling for the voices to go away, and throwing different objects across the room. Some flying off the edge and into the void of her lair.

But you had to let her do it. It wasn't the healthiest way to deal with her emotions but unfortunately, there wasn’t a better way to go about it. Unless you wanted to get hurt. And she wouldn’t hurt you, not on purpose anyways. But you didn’t want to startle her when she was so in her head like this. Jinx wouldn’t be able to trust herself if she hurt you. She’d blame herself, she’d believe even further that she was a monster and pull away from you. She’d be at a distance, and probably harm herself as punishment.

You couldn’t have that.

So as horrible as it was, it was the best way to get her to calm down when she was severely agitated like this. You just had to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

It hurt you though.

Watching her do this to herself. But again, not even your soft and soothing words could bring her down when she was this in her head. So you had to wait it out for now. For now, you reminded yourself.

At a certain point you have to intervene and bring her back to herself.

This was Jinx. The person who came from misfortune, loss, and suffering.

You only had glimpses of Powder. When she'd excitedly wiggle her new gadget in your face, showing it off.

Or when she'd trip over her own two feet from merely walking.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you missed the old her sometimes.

You wanted Powder back. Not because you didn’t want to deal with Jinx’s “crap.” But because Powder didn't go through an incredible amount of loss and pain, Powder didn't have the weight of guilt from her family's death looming over her.

It was tearing Jinx apart.

You loved all parts of your girlfriend. But when she got like this? It only did harm to your poor heart.

You watched as Jinx took a shuddering breath in attempt to keep herself together.

You ran and held her in your arms. She started crying, her body shaking violently from the aftershocks of her meltdown.

"It's okay, let it out," you spoke into her hair, your words barely above a whisper.

She dug her face deep into your neck. Her cries and soft pleas destroying you.

"Make it stop, please. Make it go away."

You couldn't take it.

She didn't deserve this.

You held her tightly in your arms, a hand running soothingly over her back while rocking your bodies.

She calmed down after a while.

You pulled her head back and brought your foreheads together, rubbing the undersides of her eyes to catch her tears.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, eyes closing, she just wanted to be with you. She wanted to focus solely on you and your soft hands, on the rhythm of your beating heart, your kind words.

And so you let her. You guided Jinx to the couch and pulled her to lay on top of you while her tears slowly came to a stop.

"You'll be here when I wake up?"

When were you not? And why would you ever want to leave her?

You nodded in reassurance, "I'll be here when you wake up."

She kissed your collarbone in gratitude, silently hoping it'll speak for itself. That it'll tell you all the things she can't bring herself to say.

Thank you for loving me. You mean everything to me. I don't deserve you.

•°•

This was your girlfriend. When she was free of worries and Mylo’s voice wasn’t bothering her. This was what you worked for.

She was purely content in swaying her pencil around and making noises as she distracted herself by imagining it to be a plane flying.

Soft pews rung in the air as she played with the pencil. It was healing to watch, even though your heart squeezed, it was a good type of pain. It was feeling love to the point of it being overwhelming.

You watched her inner child heal before your eyes, you watched as your girlfriend treated her pencil as a toy, enjoying it because her whole childhood was ripped away from her.

Something that was very common in the undercity.

But you couldn’t think about that now, only quietly huffing a laugh as she got right back to sketching her next- whatever it was she was coming up with today. All you knew when you peeked over her shoulder is that she was adding cat ears to it, you smiled.

You laid your palm on her table next to hers sketching, leaning your weight there.

Your bodies were nearly touching, both feeling the heat of each other.

She smiled at you, the goggles that lay on her head made a mess of her hair.

“Hiya toots,” you stomach filled with butterflies, brain going fuzzy all of a sudden as your mind blanked. All you could think about was how in love you were.

She hummed along to the music playing, bobbing her head to the beat.

She let out an approving hum to herself at the sketch she created, now getting up to gather the supplies needed.

You helped her grab some and sat on her chair, already reading the giddy look on her face.

She plopped down on your lap, her cheerful mood turning more ecstatic. Her once soft and content smile now beaming.

You loved that look on her face. You loved being the reason for that look on her face.

You wrapped your arms around her torso and squeezed lightly, tugging her against you to be as close as possible. You noticed how her cheeks tinged bright red when your chin rested on her shoulder, trying to get a good look at her pretty face.

Jinx shook her head, trying to hide her giddy expression by pushing her hot cheek to your forehead, but it was too late.

“It tickles,” she giggles out.

“What tickles?” You unwrap your arms momentarily, gently tapping your fingers against her stomach. She flinches and squeals, pushing your arms away while also pushing her body from yours. You pull her back, resuming your position in cuddling.

“You silly. I meant my stomach. It was already tickling before you did that.”

What was she talking about?

“Care to be a little more specific? I’m not quite understanding what you mean…” you said in a teasing manner but fully meaning it.

“The butterflies.” Oh…

Oh!

You wanted to die, the strong affection and love you felt for her was suddenly too much.

You did that to her, you had that affect on her.

You were fully convinced you’d do anything for Jinx. Anything to keep that giddy smile on her face. She wanted the last toy that was taken by that kid? Sorry little guy. Someone talked bad to or about her? You won’t here from them again. She gets angry at the the rickety, old street lamp that’s been there for years because she wasn’t paying attention and crashed into it? Guess that’s one less light down in the streets.

The point is.

Jinx wasn’t the horrible villain that Zaunites depicted her to be. Maybe she wasn’t innocent, but she was still just a girl in this fucked up world that forced her to be this way. A girl that deserves good after all the bad she’s been through.

You were on her side, and you always will be.

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[shortestcake]

ATTENTION- f. version

(oneshot)

male version

Pairing: Jinx x reader

Pronouns used: none(afab genitalia described)

Gendered terms: mommy

Genre: smut

Summary: Your needy girlfriend can't seem to stop bothering you, even after you've repeatedly asked her to wait until you're done with your work. But at the end of the day, who're you to deny such a pretty girl like her?

//use of strapless strapon, slight degradation/name calling, praise, rough fucking, thigh ridding, strip tease, pwp

Maybe you were being cruel, maybe Jinx was being impatient, not that she really cared which one was true. All that was going through her mind was that she needed you now.

After all, it'd been nearly three weeks since you've properly pleased her. It didn't matter if you were working, you should've expected this, really.

"Trinket, I'm bored." She elongated the last vowel to emphasize her longing while laying her stomach on your lap, feet kicking in the air.

"Sorry, honey, I'm busy." You gave her a smile before continuing your work. Jinx pouted at the lack of attention, she sat up to stradle your leg, poking your cheecks in an attempt to have you look at her.

She continued to pester you, either by poking you, blowing raspberries on your neck or insisting you pay attention to her. "Jinx," this time, your voice was more stern, "I'm busy, let me work and then we'll do whatever you want."

Most people would be satisfied with this answer, 'whatever you want' seemed like a good deal for just a bit of patience. But Jinx was far over being patient, "Don't you think I've waited enough, I want you." Her big puppy-dog eyes made her look ever-so-innocent, but her words revealed her true intentions.

You ignored her in favor of returning to your work, which she didn't take too kindly too. Jinx sighed heavily, leaning back by moving to weight onto her hands, coincidently, also blocking your project.

She tilted her head a bit, keeping eye contact. You knew your girlfriend was unpredictable, yet that didn't prepare you for what she was about to do. She took advantage of your gaze on her, and took off her top nonchalantly, leaning back against your chest as if she wasn't now half naked.

Although she was tempting you, you decided to keep on working, curious to see how far she was willing to go with this.

Jinx let out a small groan when you continued your work, but her pouting lips were quickly replaced with a mischievous grin.

She peppered a few kisses down your neck before sitting up on her knees, her hands moved from resting on your shoulders to sliding down her sides. They continued to run up and down her waist for only a few moments before she hooked them underneath the hem of her pants.

You froze up for barely a few seconds, but she could tell she was getting to you, especially from the way your eyes lingered on her body even as you tried to tinker with your project.

When she finally pulled down her pants she had no underwear underneath, you couldn't tell if she simply pulled them along with her trousers or if she wasn't wearing them beforehand.

The thought of Jinx walking around without panties did nothing to help your slight squirming, you tried hiding it but it was to no use, Jinx knew you inside and out.

Her smile only grew when she noticed you fidgeting, tossing her pants to the side. She sat down again, purposely placing her knee against your croch.

It didn't take long for her to start grinding against your thigh, her moans right against your ear as she dragged her clit against your pants. The rough texture only seemed to drive her more as she sped up her pace, now moving back and forth frantically.

You stopped working a while ago, completely indulging yourself in the view in front of you. But you still refused to help, only watching as Jinx desperately rode your thigh.

You could tell she was close, her moans were becoming more high-pitched and her nails dug into your shoulders slightly.

Her head rolled back as she bucked her hips quickly, muttering phrases, all indistinguishable, exept for one. "Mommy, fuck."

Jinx, unlike you, seemed unphased by what she said, or maybe it was because she was still coming down from her high.

She barely managed to calm down before you wrapped your hands around her and picked her up, quickly making your way to the bed.

You could hear her giggle while you dropped her onto your bed, "That's all it took, huh?" You didn't answer, instead you took off your own clothes.

"You're one to talk, look at you." You grabbed her knees and spread her legs open, "So fucking wet, just from riding my thigh."

Jinx was still so impatient, even as you slid a finger between her folds, rubbing soft circles on her clit. "Stop teasin'" she grumbled, bucking her hips slightly when you applied extra pressure.

"Oh? Well if you don't want my fingers, then what do you want?" You knew Jinx wasn't actually embarrassed when she had to explicitly explain what she wanted you to do to her, she just wanted to be a brat.

"You know what I want." On any other occasion, you wouldn't have given in, but it'd been so long since you last got to fuck her. You couldn't help it when she was sprawled out in front of you, completely naked.

So, you grabbed her hips and flipped her. "Yes I fucking do, I know exactly what you want."

The wild look in her eyes was growing by the second, she turned her head and bit her lip when she saw you reaching for your nightstand, grabbing her favorite strap on.

It took merely a few seconds for you to attach it to your hips, yet Jinx was still whining at each second without your touch. The blue ten inch you were strapping to your hips was her favorite for a plethora of reasons, one of them being the vibrator on the inside, allowing you both to feel the same amount of pleasure.

Jinx lifted her ass, moving it side-to-side urging you to fuck her faster. So, you fulfilled her desires, snapping your body into hers.

A loud moan fell from her lips the moment you bucked into her, she lifted her head up when you continued to fuck her, giving her little to no time to readjust.

Her head bobbed with each thrust, her braids dangled on the side. Naturally, you grabbed them, tugging them both back.

You pulled on her braids a few more times before dropping them, to which Jinx fell too. Now she was basically screaming with her ass up and head down, begging, not that she knew what she was really begging for.

"Please, yes! Fuck, just like that!"

"Yes, mommy!"

"Please, please, please,"

It didn't take long for her words to become a jumbled mess, so that all you could hear were both of your moans and the lewd noise of your bodies colliding.

"This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it, slut?" She didn't answer, only moan louder as you fastened your pace.

She was reaching her limit, you could tell from the way her cunt clenched around your cock.

"Mm, you close baby?" "C'mon, cum for me, I know you can." Your words finally drove her over the edge, letting out porngraphic groans and whimpers.

"Good girl, just like that." Your actions contrasted your words, roughly fucking her as you whispered soft praise.

Your grip on her hips tightened, thrusting sloppily a few more times before pulling out and letting Jinx relax into the mattress.

As the two of you somewhat regained your composure, you softly turned your girlfriend on her side, kissing her forehead before making your way off the bed.

"Stay." She grumbled, barely audible due to her face smushed into her pillow. "I need to get you cleaned up, dear." A soft smile made it's way on your face, the site of her all snuggled up and completely satisfied warmed your heart.

"You can do that laterr, I want cuddles!" Her stern demand made you giggle, "Alright, alright, scoot over."

At first, you planed on laying a few minites in bed before cleaning yourselves and the sheets. Yet, Jinx managed to convince you an extra five minutes.

And an extra five minutes after that.

Another five minutes.

Five more minutes.

Around an hour had passed and you still hadn't managed to wash up, but of course you'd stay another five minutes.

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[sadcat5544]

“I know you better than you think.”Jinx x General Neutral reader.

This is a rough draft. I wanted to post another post anyway and practice my writing a bit more. So this scene takes place in the long-awaited season two. Your character (along with the entire main cast) has managed to capture Jinx and have her held prisoner awaiting trial possibly being sent to death. You believe she can be changed and deep down still has feelings for you, so you do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means your own death.

You approached the jail cell, alone in the dark, wet silent dungeon. Despite Piltover having a bright and beautiful future, their prison system was still shit. The cell was dark and cold, with very little light to shine through. A figure sat in the middle of the darkness with its knees to its chest, two bloodshot pink eyes staring back at you between the bars, like a monster in the darkness.

“Come to throw peanuts at the monkey like the rest of the zookeepers?” The figure asked in a raspy voice.

“I just want to talk.”

The figure scoffed, stood up, and walked slowly over to the cell door. Blue and pink fingernails interlocked between the bars and she pressed her face against the opening, not once ever taking her eyes off of you. You stood strong with your arms by your side and your head held high. Jinx looked at you with a small malicious smirk. “How's your side holding up? Still a little sore are we?”

You subconsciously reach over to your scar. A flashback plays in your head to you backing up from a hug. After releasing her from a hug you heard a loud popping sound and stepped back. Looking down to your stomach, you see a red hole and blood began to form and pour from it. your wound.

“So you came to try and talk some “sense” into me huh?” she air quoted while chuckling softly.

“No, just to talk.”

“About?”

“Whatever you’d like..”

She tilted her head and sneered. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

You placed your hands in your pockets and walked slowly over to the cell. Despite your outside demeanor, you will always have that need for comfort. Deep down you want to believe she can change. You long for the old Jinx, the beautiful, crazy girl who taught you how to shoot and advance your mechanic skills. That was your jinx, the one you knew. You long for the jinx that you love. The person in the cell with pink eyes and a malicious smile is not her.

“I'm not going to force you to,” you look around the jail hallway. “Despite how things seem right now, I promise I'm not your enemy. I want to help you.”

A sad smile formed on her lips and her eyes took a kinder appearance. In a twisted way, she almost looked like the old Jinx. The person you love.

“Same old (Y/N), always looking out for the little people.” her small smile turned back to a smirk. “If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to your bullshit, You know Silco was right, in the end, everyone betrayed us. I'm alone.”

“I'm trying to help you, Jinx.” you pleaded.

“Really? I don't see you in a cell.” she scoffed while lazily rolling between the bars.

“I was trying to save the city, not burn it to the ground!” you retorted. She giggled while glaring at you.

“That's rich! Judging by such a good job you've done, I’d even go as far as to say that you’re a class act!” she said snickering. You lowered your gaze and you tightened your arms closer to your body.

“I've made my mistakes, I'm not going to deny it. But what I've done has been to help people to the best of my ability.”

“Spoken like a true hero (Y/N).”

“Please sweets I-”

She slammed her hands against the bars, causing you to flinch slightly. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That.” she seethed slowly. Her grip around the bars tightened making her already pale knuckles turn stark white. “You lost the right to, the minute you betrayed me.” Her anger grew. “You’re no hero, you’re a failure. You failed to save Piltover, you failed to stop the movement of shimmer and you failed to save me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. How did things come to this? Why does she insist on hurting you like this? You turned away slightly and quickly wiped away your tears. No matter how much she treated you like this, you refused to have anyone see you as such. Not for being seen as weak, you already had enough of that going around. You hated when people you love or care for saw you break down. You didn't see it with your back turned, Jinx’s anger had died down her expression faltered to a mixture of regret and sadness. Slowly she lessened her grip on the bars of the cell and reached out for you partially, pulling her hand back through and back onto the bars.

“They want to execute you, you know?” you said still facing the other direction.

“And I guess I'm supposed to thank you for not allowing that to happen?” she asked.

Sighing you turn back around. “They don't know I'm here right now.” she narrowed her eyes a bit.

“So what's your point?”

You step forward cautiously. “The citizens of Piltover and Zaun don’t know you as I do. They see you as this vile, horrible, bomb-toting psycho who will kill anyone in her way no matter what the cost. They see you as a monster Jinx.” you say sadly.

“Well, they’re right.” she smiled. This made your heart drop down to hell.

“You are not a monster Jinx.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve accepted it, why haven't you?” she spat.

“Really? Ok, prove it.” She eyes you up and down as you walk toward her cell door and unlock it. You pull open the door and step back. “You're free to leave.”

Jinx looked up at you and smirked with her devilishly pink eyes trained on you. “Oh really?” she giggled. Like a cat, she leaped off her cot and strutted towards the open cell door, and stopped at the entrance.

You don't answer her, you look away from her predatory gaze and glance at the floor.

“For a smart guy, this was an incredibly stupid move (Y/N).” she giggles, baring her teeth like a predator. Crossing her arms she continues to look at you, you can feel her gaze burning into your soul. “What’s the catch toots?” she asked.

“Like I said you are free to leave, but to do so, you have to kill me.”

Her smile widens. “Is that all? Really?” she steps out of the cell and invades your personal space immediately. Your gaze meets hers unwavering. You stare into her pink eyes looking to see if you even see a fraction of the person. That once was. “You want to fight, is that it?” she asked smiling widely and unervingly.

“No, I don't want to fight you, Jinx. Like I said you can leave, but you have to kill me first.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” she warns. As soon as she moves, you pull her pistol out and aim it at her as quickly as you can. She runs almost directly into the barrel of the gun and holds her hands up. Her eyes were wide as saucers and shocked as all can be. She smiles and backs up slowly, putting on a pouty, almost innocent expression. “Oh no, (Y/N) you wouldn't shoot little ole me now would you?” she mocked.

You lower put the safety on and twirl the pistol around your finger until the barrel is facing downwards and you raise it to her. She looks at you confused and then snatches the gun away with annoyance added to her voice “, That's no fun, at least make it a challenge toots.”

“I told you I'm not going to fight you.”

She smiles and slowly walks toward you. “Maybe I should shoot you again, remind you that I'm not that person anymore. That jinx that you loved? She’s gone. I'm all that remains.”

“Good, then this should be easy for you.” You say. She looks down at the gun and back at you. Her grip tightened around the handle. “What are you waiting for?” you ask. She turns her gaze back onto you, glaring at you. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” you grab her hand with the gun and you raise it to your forehead, and place the barrel between your eyes. Her eyes widen and her hand starts to shake a little bit.

“What's the big deal?” You ask. “You’re the big bad villain everyone says you are right? This is what they do! They kill their friends and family.” she lowers her gaze a bit. “Their loved ones,” you say quietly. “They do whatever is necessary to get what they want right?...RIGHT?!” you say sharply, yanking her arm harshly. A scowl grows on her face and her jaw tightens. “Come on, Sweets, kill me.”

She raises the gun and cocks the hammer back. Her arm shaking like a leaf and her eyes glaring into yours. A silence fell over the both of you. A few seconds roll by as they seem like hours. She tightens her grip on the gun and growls. Still nothing. “You can’t do it, can you?” you ask. You reach out slowly and push the barrel down towards the floor. “No matter what you tell yourself or what others may say, you still care. Otherwise, you would have killed me that night.”

“I missed.” she scoffed.

“No. You missed it because you chose to. I've seen you shoot before and not once have you ever missed a shot. Even when you are distracted you always hit your target. You wouldn't have missed it unless you had meant to.” you say. “Underneath all that hate and shimmer is still the Jinx I fell in love with. It's still you and I’ll never give up on you, no matter what happens.”

Tears fell from her cheeks. She let go of the gun and it clattered to the floor. She wiped the tears as they fell and you walked closer to her and lightly wrapped your arms around her. She flinched at the tender touch at first but then slowly melted into your hug and cried Into your chest. Her sobs were muffled by your jacket. You wrapped around her tightly and lowered your jaw on the top of her head. You closed your eyes as a few tears of your own slowly fell from your cheeks.

“It's going to be ok, I’m going to get you out of here,” you said.

I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know if you want me to try and write any particular ones you would like to see, I'm trying to practice my writing and that should include any genre. Thank you for reading.

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[gay4tiddies]

Painted Hearts

Part 5

This is part four of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins

It often feels like a person cheats time in the hours between closing one’s eyes and opening them come morning. This void of space can be filled with dreams, some of which you may or may not recall, some of which may have been reoccurring since you were young enough to recall them. Dreams can be joyfully lucid, crushingly depressing, often times they exist as a vault of unexpressed, unpredictable, and unprecedented emotions.

Today your dream was foggy, vision distorted as you’re stumbling down a seemingly endless tunnel. There’s a figure ahead, you can’t imagine their identity, but you cannot help but chase after them.

Luminous, vivid blue was a colour that you saw only at night, hidden under the lids of your eyes. A stark, bare colour that seemingly filled you with only the most overwhelming emotions. You always remember these dreams - whether your entire dream was stained monochrome blue or even if you catch but a mere flicker of the captivating colour. You’d always awaken, heart racing, gripped with frustration as you fail, continuously, to envision that unmistakeable forget-me-not blue.

Perhaps it was for this reason that you chase the figure so desperately, the familiar braids flowing behind her, dancing almost tauntingly at the very tips of your outstretched fingers.

Only when your hands clasp empty air does she finally still. You could have sworn she spoke, her voice indistinguishable, smothered and muffled by the fog.

Your mind wanders aimlessly as your gaze settles fixedly upon the intricate designs mapping her back, pondering why this person was running from you, lightly tracing the swirling clouds. Her skin was icy to the touch, yet you felt an indescribable, content warmth settle around you both.

Twin braids swing rhythmically as she turns, ghosting her own fingers over your bare skin, before gazing unflinchingly into your eyes.

Oh.

Oh.

Eyes of an unmistakable, addictive colour mirrored your bewildered stare. Immediately, you were enraptured by the bliss of her presence - immensely, overwhelming smitten with this intoxicating stranger. Her touch littered your arms, collarbone, neck, every brush somehow hitting you like static. Yet gradually the air around you felt smothering, suffocating. As if those sparks of static had set your body alight.

You take an unsteady step backwards; her hands fall to her sides; her caress has left you smouldering. The fog surrounding you now felt like thick, painful smoke, swallowing your breath in a ghastly cloud.

Her expression was one of desperation as she reaches out towards your retreating figure, now acidic pink eyes pleading for your return. But you don’t want to burn with her, you don’t want to go up in flames, melding together into twisted effigy.

You wrench yourself away, staggering into a sprint.

Yet it was as if you were running through quicksand, limbs moving in slow-motion, never gaining so much as an inch of ground.

Airy laughter grazed your ears as you felt lithe limbs embrace you, torso pressing flush against your back, warm breath ghosting your neck as she purred sweet, possessive nothings into your skin.

It was almost comforting, that groggy, sinking feeling her clasp now had upon you – like a warm cup of chamomile laced with a lethal dose of nightshade.

A slow, soothing way to die.

Awaking to the familiar bite of cold air, you cringe into the warmth of whatever material is covering you. Even worse, everything ached, you expected that this was how someone would feel after ascending a mountain - whilst carrying a sack of bricks in tow. You didn’t want to open your eyes and acknowledge this fucked up situation you’ve found yourself caught in, however you force yourself into consciousness.

Immediately you’re fully awake.

It only takes a couple of seconds for you to register that you’re suspended in mid-air, having been sleeping far too comfortably upon a make-shift hammock. Rope netting, of which you recall being hung around the fan blades, has been hastily wrapped in thick swathes of dark fabric, the same slightly rough material you’re covered in. There’s at least a thirty metre drop beneath you, of which you are not going to risk, leaving you unable to so much as attempt to escape.

Of course, she’d have made sure you had no means of escape - it’s not like she’s going to trust you, even after your embarrassingly desperate pleads to survive.

You call out awkwardly, to which there is no response. Assuming you’re alone, you exhale and fall back into the swinging bed. Whilst it might be a way of keeping you from running off, it was strangely accommodating. Although, the sheets most definitely weren’t actual bed covers, maybe curtains or merely raw fabric, and smelt slightly floral. Below you could see a few lights illuminating the workspace, the occasional splashes of neon colour reflecting off the florescent glare. It was just as you had seen in Arcane, eerily exact.

Letting yourself relax, your mind wanders for some time until you hear the distinct sound of a door opening and wet boots trekking across the fan beneath you.

Peeking over the edge of the hammock, you find the figure of a forlorn looking pyromaniac. Her arms are wrapped around herself, clothes positively drenched. You can assume that the scene in which Silco evil-baptises her has just occurred. As if feeling your gaze on her, she glances upwards, eyes immediately finding yours. A manic grin twists her previously solemn features as she waves her arms around excitedly.

“Mornin’ toots- missed me much?”

You were about to reply, negatively, however she didn’t stop to hear your response.

“Y’know how cold underground water is? It’s freaking freezing! How was I supposed to know to bring a warm change of clothes - if all I got was some foreboding message to meet Silco at the lake??”

She was pacing back and forth, a visible trail of water puddling across her path. Stopping occasionally, she’d throw her hands in the air or harshly whisper into the air beside her.

“Oh yeah- don’t worry about the specifics of how I know Silco. He’s sort of like my adoptive old man, also still a very dangerous drug lord – but I haven’t told him about you yet… So, make sure not to get us caught glowstick, cuz he might actually kill you ahaha…” She’d trail off, leaving you debating your own safety.

You still can’t seem to get a word of response in, as she continues to chatter mindlessly to (presumably) you as she walks around the fan blades. At some point she’d begun to strip off her wet clothes, talking nonchalantly in the process. You turn your gaze away from the near nude woman in embarrassment as she walks in and out of sight, twisting various levers as she goes. Hearing a metallic squeak alongside the sound of a tap running, you faintly recall seeing a bathtub in the series setting. How Jinx manages to get hot water up here, you cannot imagine - although she’s certainly smart enough to have fixed that up for herself.

Laying back, your hands cover your face as you groan in frustration, listening to the idle chatter for what seems like hours before you hear her leave the water.

“Y’know that lake water was dirty too- l swear Silco forgets I’m a girl sometimes. Like, I might be a slightlymanic, gun-wielding terrorist- but I’m still a woman who likes to stay outta dirty water and smell clean!”

You feel faint amusement at this, listening to her rant to you as a frustrated daughter of a single parent. It was so strangely mundane, enough to feel at ease with.

“I’m surprised he doesn’t understand, seeing how much hair you have.” You exclaim genuinely.

“Precisely!” She cries out, “I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall when I bring up anything- anything… feminine with him!”

A smile plays at the corner of your lips.

“Anyhow- Let’s get ya down from there.”

Your stomach momentarily drops as you feel the hammock jerk downwards; your knuckles turning white as you immediately grip the netting.

“Whoops! Sorry ‘bout that toots, may or may not have over-oiled this lever last night.”

You bite back a catty remark, choosing not to snap at the woman lowering you from a fatal drop.

The netting stops descending after a short time, suspended a few metres from the blade, in alignment with the faded green sofa. Taking this as an invitation, you clumsily clamber off the make-shift-bed and onto the sofa below, sitting awkwardly as the blue-haired captor waltzes back from wherever she’d been. A stained, somewhat wet towel is then dropped on the cushioned surface beside you, to which you wrinkle your nose at in slight disgust.

Jinx now stands over you dressed in her usual attire, bar her shoes, hair roughly styled into wet braids. You note that her usual fringe is absent, imagining that it appears when her hair dries, and braids loosen. You can smell something faintly floral and sweet in the air near her.

“That” she points at the abandoned towel, “is for you.”

Halting your observations, you raise an eyebrow in question.

“Look- ya kinda smell toots, like you’ve been rendezvousing in sewers kind of smell. There’s a tub over there, so use it before you stink up my workshop.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up in angry embarrassment at the blunt comment, now feeling incredibly self-conscious under her gaze.

“Fine.” You huff, snatching the towel up as you tread briskly towards the forementioned tub.

You’re met with a faint surprise, now seeing that Jinx had stacked a flimsy wall of wooden crates around the bath to allow you for some form of privacy. For at least this you are grateful, shimmying past the wall and into the small enclosure.

The bath itself is hideously stained; splashes of vibrant colours overlap into off-putting, dirty greys that disappear under the sheen of soapy bubbles. You dread to know what colour the water is beneath the foam, nevertheless, you strip and hesitantly slide into the warm bathwater. Beside the tub is a small, wooden table, on which sits an array of seemingly random bottles, jars, and flasks filled with hell knows what. You can only eye the label-less jars with the necessary suspicion they deserve.

“I forgot to tell ya-“ You startle as a blue head peers over the wall, hurriedly ducking under the colourful bubbles. “don’t go using any of those greyish greenish liquids - they’re definitely not for cleaning.” Jinx proceeds to then throw her arms in the air, mimicking an explosion sound to accompany it. This is then followed by a muffled, amused snicker.

What’s the point of putting together a privacy wall if she was just going to evade it anyway?

You furrow your brows, exhaling shakily in attempt to keep your wits about you. “Right, cheers for that - Can you please leave me to bathe alone now?”

She pauses, shadowed eyes briefly narrowing before shrugging dismissively, disappearing behind the crates. You sigh in relief, sitting upright to separate the green and grey liquids from the huddle of glassware. For further safety you discard all yellow and blue liquids too. Ultimately, they result in green too - right?

Finally, you take a hesitant sniff of a pinkish bottle, a clear liquid that smelt refreshingly non-toxic. Honey and begonia, a scent you now recognise Jinx having smelt of earlier. At this you deem it safest to use, going through plenty of the soapy liquid to scrub through the layers of grime you’d accumulated over the last twenty-four hours or so. You certainly smell far better, even if of begonias. These particular plants bloom into awfully pretty flowers; however, in the past a bouquet of begonias was sent as a warning to beware of bad omens. How eerily fitting.

Quick to leave the lukewarm water, you eye the somewhat cold, damp towel hesitantly before roughly drying yourself off with it. Beside it lays a neat pile of heavy-duty, practical clothes, seemingly a mix-and-match of your choice. The colours consisted of surprisingly neutral earth tones, material decidedly layered and of an almost military or dystopian style. Yet the beneath, the inner linings were decorated with familiar, neon drawings. It would almost seem sweet, yet you sense that there is most definitely an underlying meaning – perhaps in how these signature doodles can be seen to mark a certain ownership over what Jinx would deem as her property. A constant reminder that you’re not here to live as her roomie, but as her personal project.

But at the same time…

Trailing your hands over the material, you can’t help it as your lips tilt into a gleeful smirk.

These clothes are fucking cool, apocalypse-core type of hot.

Strangely satisfied, you push a few crates to the side, sliding through the make-shift room and into open space, immediately coming face-to-face with consequence of your bad karma.

Had she been standing there this whole time? You’re tempted to ask her; the feeling of discomfort having been growing in your gut since the moment she’d opened her mouth. But perhaps accusing the manic, schizophrenic pyromaniac of flaunting her disturbing behaviour isn’t a bright idea.

Meanwhile, the said pyromaniac merely looks you up and down, nods and then proceeds to scamper off towards her central workshop, to which you slowly trail after her.

Perhaps it’s because she’s never really hung out with anyone her own age?

It hits you – this might just be the first time she’s ever allowed anyone in her sanctum besides Silco, yet alone having someone living here with her.

So not only are you a living project, but going through some sort of deadly social experiment on the side?

Mothertrucker dude.

If the current situation wasn’t so decidedly inhumane it would almost be attractive, the whole being pinned down and then non-consensually having your blood drained to keep yourself alive thing. You hiss as a deceivingly delicate hand holds your arms down, not too gently inserting a needle into your wrist.

“Blimey toots, you sure writhe around for someone who volunteered for this.”

You shoot her a scathing glare, to which she grins snidely, pinching your cheeks with an eerie fondness of a sort.

“Ouch, that look could do with some ice.”

“Well perhaps if you hadn’t pounced on me out of nowhere then the whole experience would have been a whole lot less like I was being mugged.”

She rolls her eyes, chuckling as she releases your limbs, climbing off of you.

“Look, I thought that ya wouldn’t be up for it unless I made it more fun!”

“…Fun?”

“Mhm.”

You groan frustratedly at the sheer inability to communicate that this woman possessed. You hadn’t even been given time to dry your hair before she’d jumped you. And now here you are, left wired up to some sort of make-shift trima machine, slowly filling sandwich bags up with your bioluminescent blood. Just to further help the situation, you can clearly see a few test tubes of your blood already sitting at Jinx’s workstation. Paired with the scattering of bruising pinpricks left in your alternate wrist, it’s pretty clear that she isn’t so much as trying to hide the fact that she’d already been draining you.

This must be what it feels like to wake up in a motel submerged in an ice bath with one of your kidneys missing.

Not to mention how utterly boring the task that had been forced upon you is, all you can do is glare at the woman slouched over a table, clearly completely fixated on perfecting the Hextech crystal. Music blares from the vinyl beside her, deafening any of your attempts to catch her attention.

And then it felt like you were watching through a screen again, blue sparks erupting from the workstation. You simply can’t take your eyes off of Jinx, braids dancing around her rhythmically, an expression of prideful extasy cast over her features. Shimmering specks drifting mesmerizingly from every direction.

The piercing sound of glass shattering snaps you out of your trance, almost as if reality was slapping you around the face as a reminder that you too are present in this situation. Surprised, Jinx skids to an imminent stop, leaping from her chair instinctively as broken viles of your blood seep over her desk and dissolve into the spiralling crystal. The result was immediate, as another wave of raw, galvanised magic bursts from the device, a pulse powerful enough to send the flimsy device attached to you flying into your chair. With a strangled yelp from you, the needle is haphazardly torn from your arm, and almost like a swarm of bees, the sparks descend upon you.

Static, all you can seem to disconcert are sharp, electrical pinches. Neither painful nor discomforting, they felt strangely natural. Warily cracking open your eyes, you’re met with a surge of light, of which you can barely squint through. Lifting your bare arm up, you’re quick to observe the sparks seemingly multiplying at the touch of your bare skin. A figure soon enters your field of vision, hands clasping her own face in giddy excitement.

“Oh toots, you’re blue- like literally glowing iridescent!” She swoons, gushing over your newfound condition in fascination. You feel the all-too-familiar bite of nails digging into your skin, already kneeling besides you to trace the map of glowing veins exposed across your arm.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice.” You drawl sarcastically, already feeling the threat of an approaching migraine. It would be so hideously cliché of you to faint twice. Must be these god-awful lights, and the god-awful company.

Snickering, Jinx glances up, gappy front teeth biting over her lower lip.

“You’re practically a power up… An enhancer- D’ya know what this means?”

“…That I’m lucky to not suffer from epilepsy?”

She giggles, gripping your chin tightly as she leans in, eyes never once leaving your own.

“It means you’re one hell of a valuable asset Glowstick.”

Ughgffg sorry for how long this took, I had writers block and a gazillion hugeass assignment deadlines to meet this last term. Made a longer chapter to make up for the wait tho so hope you guys enjoyed aha

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[kitkaaz]

*~ Lavender Honey ~*

*~ Chapter 2 ~*

Y/N POV

No. no no no. This can’t be happening of all people who found my hiding spot, my safe place, it was her. I couldn’t even muster words but I’m sure my face damn near showed her how I felt! She had closed the door and leaned on the tall vacant shelves, her arms crossed and giggling at me. I’m not laughing. I’m furious.

“Sheesh toots! You look pissed!” She snickered at her own words, like my anger amused her. It wasn’t amusing though, but I doubt someone like Jinx knows anything about empathy. “I am pissed! You can’t be here no one is supposed to be. This was my place to escape, MINE! And now you ruined it.” I stomped my foot down on the old sturdy wood and collected my stuff. Once again she laughed but it was quieter, more awkward. “Gosh, didn’t realize you were so possessive toots!” She smiled and leaned her head to the side against the steel rod of the shelving. I couldn’t even talk. I was too angry. I don’t even know if angry is the word. I felt like I lost something safe to me. I did.

I grabbed my bag holding it against my chest crossing my arms and gave her a meaningful push and caused her to hit her head against the shelf. She almost seemed shocked that I was actually mad. Like something sparked in her that people get upset when she does something hurtful. She didn’t speak she just watched me walk off and just stood in the door frame. I hope she enjoyed the laugh, I hope she got joy out of me being hurt. Of course she did, she’s Jinx.

Jinx’s POV.

Y/N stamped down the hallway. She was upset and I felt bad. Why do I feel bad? She’s a dork! Of everyone to feel bad why me? But I do feel bad. She liked this place and I took that away from her for my own joy. I walked into the room, it was small but yet somehow spacious. Tall shelves almost touching the ceiling and a large old glass window with a heater and windowsill large enough to sit on. Nothing on the shelves of any value but some notes with drawings and affirmations scattered the walls. I’m guessing Y/N made these, she thought no one would find this place. But I did, I hope I didn’t ruin it for her.

On the bottom shelf was a satchel. It had old velvet look with the symbol of a bee embroidered into it. I wonder if this is Y/N. Inside the bag was a letter, a book, and a jar of lavender honey.

The note read; Dear Y/N,

Enjoy high school! It is truly a memorable time. Make sure to make friends and join activities! Stand out and be social and never let anyone pick on you! No matter what there will always be someone who cares for you, like me. Don’t give up and I can’t wait to see you soon!

xoxo Wrenfri

P.S. The bees worked hard to make this delicious batch of honey and the lavender grew great I hope it tastes delicious!

I stared at the jar. It had a homemade label and was sealed covered with a purple and white cloth. I wonder if she ever opened it. Should I open it? I’m sure it has value to her. I should give it to her, to apologize. I feel bad, she seems so lonely and I made it worse for her by calling it out that she is a loner.

All I could do is sit against the heater with the honey jar and sink in the guilt. “I’ve probably made so many other people feel shitty like this. What is wrong with me! Why do I do that..” I was forced out my pity party by the sharp loud ringing of the bell. I stuffed the satchel into my bag and went to class. A class me and Y/N shared. How convenient is that, I can give it to her then.

Y/N POV

Algebra 2, another class I love. Thankfully stupid Jinx doesn’t sit next to me. She ruined everything. The one place I could feel safe in the whole world is now ruined. I was just so angry I couldn’t even pay attention. The teacher even called my name and I couldn’t hear her. Of course, Jinx has just fucked everything up in class too. “Ms. [insert last name], do you need to take a walk? You seem distracted.” The teacher asked she seemed genuine and any opportunity to get my head straight would held. “Yes ma’am.”

She dismissed me and I got up and left. I didn’t know where to go now. I didn’t want to go back to the supply closet, it wasn’t safe. So I just sat in the bathroom stall and did the worst thing you can do in school, cry. I sobbed so loudly I’m thankful no one was there. It would sound stupid to cry over a room but that is my only place to go to feel safe and now the one person I didn’t want to find me found me.

Jinx’s POV

I watched Y/N leave the room. Her arms in the pockets of her skirt and she looked almost like she would cry at any moment. Now I can go apologize. I waited a few minutes to ask to use the bathroom and she let me. Thank god I need to apologize. First place I checked was the supply closet, she wasn’t there, figures.. Second guess the bathroom, everyone goes to the bathroom to be in their feelings. I entered it quietly and could hear sobbing. I peaked under the stall and saw her shoes and the black tights she wore. Do I approach her? Wait for her to leave. No that’s weird. She’s sobbing so loudly I don’t know what to do. I did that, why is that room so special? It’s a room! But she is so upset and I did that. Impulsively I knocked on the door.

“Y/N?”

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[novacqnes]

stranger’s in the dark // jinx

warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst

pairing: jinx x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

these weren’t her words. 

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

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

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

but now that you’re here?

there was no reversing it.

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

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

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

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

“you’re dead to me.”

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

there was nothing for you here. 

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

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

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

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

the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“whatcha got there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cezgez]

Self-insert doodle with some digital coloring cuz Jinx is so pookie. Let me do her makeup just ONCE

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[eternal-armin]

always forever. i

you wake up in the middle of the night and witness a ritual between jinx and other followers. reader: neutral. dedicated to: @whoneedscoffeeanyway. thank you for your support and your ideas bestie, and i hope you like this! :> i'll probably be passed out asleep once you finish reading it so ily now and sleep well or else

you found yourself awake in the middle of the night, eyes simply opening as you peacefully arose from your sleep. no loud noise had awoken you, nor a sudden temperature shift, nor a jolt or sudden movement.

or maybe it was a sudden shift in temperature. you lacked the warmth of jinx by your side. you looked over, confirming that you were alone in bed. that in and of itself was cause for confusion.

on the bedside table, the glow-in-the-dark-painted clock read somewhere slightly past 2:00. somewhere down the hall you could hear gentle, swaying music and soft voices, both of which confused you. steadily you realized that the music was one of your favorite songs. one that you had, at one point, listened to for an… unhealthy amount. it was no wonder you instantly recognized it.

what's going on?

tired, but eager for any sense of answers, you slipped out of bed. you moved slow enough to not get headrush when standing up. it was the last thing you wanted.

peeking in from under the door was the warm, flickering glow of fire light, which you certainly found odd. but you left the room anyway. the door handle wasn’t hot, so it wasn’t an actual fire or anything dangerous. probably.

looking around the corner, surprise plastered over your expression. you had absolutely no clue what your sleep-muddled mind expected to see, but this probably wasn’t it. jinx and a few of her friends- or so you assumed- were kneeled in front of an intricate shrine which included many pictures of… you. your favorite candles and incenses were lit, your favorite flowers draped over the shrine in beautiful garlands, your best photos in pretty frames. even a few of your other favorite items decorated the small platform.

you stared in complete and utter awe for a second. how were you supposed to react to this? there’s definitely a possibility this is a dream, right? something this wild-

well, you were dating jinx. this was actually kind of tame.

“today is a day dedicated to the most perfect of souls, the savior we should all aspire to be, the incredible person we all have the pleasure of knowing. all-merciful and all-kind, my beautiful [y/n].” the semi-silence was thus broken. jinx spoke with such adoration in her voice it almost shuddered. you could practically hear her smile.

it wasn't like you never could've seen this coming.

jinx definitely treated you like some heavenly being, elevating you above absolutely everything, almost to her own deficit. coddling you and fauning you excessively, making sure you were always happy and nothing less, putting aside her own needs and wants to be sure yours were taken care of, and never leaving your side.

and you always liked it. hell, you loved it like you loved her. it was the first time you’d ever experienced love like this. feeling this cherished was new and beautiful to you. so maybe that’s why you weren’t as horrified as other people would be. or you were just as fucked up as jinx herself.

“uh, jinx?”

hearing your soft, tired voice, jinx immediately sat up and turned to look at you. the bright smile she gave nearly outmatched the candles burning right beside her.

“speak of an angel and they shall come!” she cooed. “did we wake ya, toots? 'm sorry,” she giggled softly, rising to properly greet you, holding your hands and intertwining her fingers with yours.

“n-no, i just woke up for some reason and stumbled across, uhm… this. what- what’s going on?” perhaps jinx was expecting suspicion and disgust in your voice, or in your eyes, or in your expression, because she looked surprised herself. you sounded almost nonchalant about everything. and considering you just saw her and a good few other people worshipping a shrine of you, there was a whole lot of everything to be not-nonchalant about.

“oh, all this? i’m- well, we’re worshipping you, toots! nothin’ much, y’know? as far as i know, you’re the most perfect, admirable person out there. the next messiah! might as well make sure people worship ya like one.” she sounded so wholesome, you couldn’t help but smile just a little. she cupped your cheek with one hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

not sure what else to say, you managed a saccharine “thank you.”

“aww, you’re so cute, sweetheart! just look at ya!” jinx couldn’t help herself, giving you another happy kiss to your forehead. the affection, as always, made you smile.

glancing over her shoulder, her eyes turned almost animalistic as she looked at your other ‘devoted followers.’ “don’t you have any respect?” she hissed through her teeth. “your savior is right in front of you and you don’t even acknowledge 'em? i taught you better than this!”

the juxtaposition between her honey-sweet tone to you and the demanding hiss she saved for them could’ve given you whiplash.

the five other worshippers looked up at you. suddenly having all their attentive and adoring eyes on you, you blushed, looking down. they looked at you like you were the second coming. suddenly being thrust into this, it was no surprise it was overwhelming.

“the best of days and nights to the savior in front us,” one of them got up and bowed to you, her eyes so wide and happy to see her. you froze up, not sure how to respond, especially when the others stood and did the same. it was simultaneously scripted and purely genuine and you didn’t know how to feel.

you mentally kicked yourself at how long you spent silent, blinking away the stun from your eyes.

“th- the best of days and nights to all of you as well.” you spoke awkwardly, words slurred just slightly by your tiredness. gently, you bowed, and when you stood back up you saw pure inspiration in their eyes.

you felt a… concoction of emotion upon seeing that.

“good! good, good. oh, super good! for the most part. go back to praying, lilies! you have limited time, y’know!” now jinx’s voice was caught between sweet and demanding, coming off as a mother pissed at her child in public who couldn’t yell at them yet.

they all looked at you, and when you nodded, they did as told. you mouthed ‘holy shit’ to yourself, observing them before jinx stepped in front of them again, blocking them from your vision. she gazed at you so lovingly, cupping your cheeks. her touch was enough to make you fall even more in love.

“they love ya so much, sweets! a’course, not as much as i do. they never could.” she shrugged, giggling, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “so how does it feel to be worshipped by people? well, other than me?” she cooed. she really knew how to make you blush in the subtlest of ways. you found it surprisingly easy to pay attention only to jinx even while the chorus of murmurs played, reciting prayers to you. your tired mind had no chance at being able to comprehend that.

“i-i don’t know. it’s… nice, i think. it’s nice when you’re this devoted to me. that much hasn’t changed at least.” jinx could practically see the bashfulness lining your voice.

“you really are adorable, oh my goodness..!” she bit her lip, needing to look away for a moment. the cuteness was overwhelming. “oh, jeez, the time..! oh oh, we need to get you back to bed, snookums, you need to sleep! i’m sure you’ll be able to think about it better in the mornin’. how about i make you some breakfast in bed, precious?” the tenderness which enlivened her voice made you feel warm and fuzzy. your smile softened.

“that sounds heavenly, darling. thank you.”

jinx chuckled quietly. “not as heavenly as you are~!” she half-sang right back, peppering your lips with kisses.

even though she always responded with that, it made your heart flutter all the same. you giggled through her kisses, returning them when you could. your tired mind had been overwhelmed with information. it was no surprise you were becoming physically tired to match.

“you’re so pretty when you’re sleepy, precious,” jinx mumbled. “okay. c’mon, cutie-patooty, time to go back to bed,” she hummed, walking with you back to your room. only now did you notice that your favorite song had been playing on loop, so quietly you hadn’t heard it till now. and somehow, just as before, it brought you comfort. and right now that comfort made you more tired.

you leaned against her a little more, and she gladly hugged you to give you more support.

once back in your shared bedroom, jinx helped you lay down, every touch careful and delicate as if you were a porcelain doll. you were certainly as perfect as one. without taking her eyes off of your precious face, she tucked you in.

she had to cover her mouth to keep from ‘aww’ing aloud as you snuggled in and smiled at the warmth of the pile of blankets. how could one person be so utterly perfect? and how could that utterly perfect person be in love with her of all people? jinx was the luckiest person in the world to be able to date absolute divinity. and for them to love her back! what a world, what an incredible world- of course she had to worship you!

“good night, my most precious and perfect and pretty [y/n]. sleep well, okay? i’ll be there to greet ya in the mornin’!” her voice was quiet, albeit excited. if you were fully awake, you would’ve seen an idea spark in her eyes, and her voice brighten alongside.

unsurprisingly, you fell asleep quite quickly, drifting off while jinx gently stroked your hair and hummed along to the music. she waited until you were fully asleep before even thinking about leaving you for the first time, peeking out of the room and toward the altar.

“psst! lilies! get over here!” she whisper-shouted, glancing back at you periodically to make sure you were still peacefully snoozing.

quickly, they shuffled over.

“shouldn’t we still be praying?” zee asked.

“why pray to an altar when you can pray to the real thing?” jinx giggled, biting her lip. “c’mon. be quiet- do not wake them up. understand?”

“of course.”

“good! i’ll go get those candles and garlands.”

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[sourthesour]

Writing a Jinx x Female Reader fanfic.

I plan on changing the cover

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[aurora-starwars]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-Arcane ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

✧.*Jinx✧.*

╰┈➤ Happiness Consists Of Getting Enough Sleep

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader Summary: Reader coaxing Jinx to sleep Word Count: 550

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