#khada jhin x you

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

Hello! How u doing?

Can i ask for some DarkCosmic! Jhin x gn! reader headcanons! Im crying fr there is barely Jhin content. Im so happy i found your blog, its so damn great <33 ilysm!! Take care :D

✦–Dark Cosmic Jhin x reader short story.✦ SFW

✦Demos on their way to provide Jhin content for you, because Jhin enjoyers deserve everything that’s the best.

✧ prompt: ✧ just some headcanons that are placed in the Cosmic/Dark Star alternative universe.

✧ champions: ✧ Jhin, the Virtuoso (Dark Cosmic).

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral (no Y/N used).

✧ author’s note: ✧ I’m afraid it turned out more like a short story than headcanons, but you must forgive me, the whole Cosmic universe is just so emphemeral and majestic, it called me by itself to write something like this, frfr. Like, I literally have Dark Star Kha’zix as my main theme, just because it’s the most aesthetic skin in the entire game. ANYWAYS, guys, hit me up with any ideas for Jhin content, because I’m gonna take care of it, I PROMISE. And don’t worry about your asks, I’m really writting them, I’m just a bit lazy and slow. As always, please ignore any mistakes.

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The Cosmic Court has lost Jhin’s light. He has fallen into the Dark Star’s trap, embraced the inky space. Now, bestowed with new starfire powers, he conscientiously begun to claim the Universe as a canvas for his artwork.

Jhin’s corruption quickly escalated, cosmic frame mirrored the cells of his mad and abstract concept of reality. It all belonged to him now. He could create anything or make nothing from the absolute; proclaim the universe with a new virtuoso as a cradle of twisted nebulas, incandescent galaxies, blurred across the black reality.

His hunger grew alongside claiming more and more stars, his four emphemeral hands - two filled with the energy of relinquished Cosmic celestial, the other two greeting the omnipotent might of the Dark Star - working, reaching, grabbing, painting, spreading.

These hands, he reached them once for a brand new Galaxy, fresh and pure, uncertain of the destination it should met. It could be turned into something truly gorgeous, breathtaking, beyond anything a simple mortal could ever comprehend. He wanted to ensnare this light, capture it at its most enduring state, and then squize it in his claws, paint the infinite darkness of expanse by its entrails.

But Jhin hesitated. It wasn��t just another impotent Galaxy drifting in space, awaiting its dull end, that would come in eons. It was another Celestial being, alive and in their youth, unaware of the ongoing war between the Dark Star and its corruptants and the Cosmic Court.

He approached, though there was a concerning aspect in their apperance. Like a whirling black hole that he employed to create artworks greater than himself, the artist behind.

Discovered when he found himself closer, he realized that he misses the feeling of gliding freely between plantes, with stardust sweeping through his ephemeral cape. Emptiness surrounded this poor Celestial, ubiquitous darkness and black background only in the sight. It was almost pitful, to look at something so lonely, with no items to craft and work and paint. But Jhin was an artist, which entailed that he felt and saw more, curiosity rised achingly in his cosmic body.

And he obtained them, because Jhin, empowered by the power of the Dark Star, always got what he desired, what his longing soul cried for. Firstly, it was a move made from pity; soon he became covetous, as he saw other corruptants becoming jealous of his new pet. The old, disdainful wraith, Mordekaiser, jeered, demanding his own cohort of enslaved Celestials. ”If Jhin can have one, why won’t we create a whole army of it? Why should we meet constelations with cataclysms, instead of claiming them as our own?” he asked, encouraged by the coward, Xerath. But Jhin decided to mercifully ignore his acquaintances, as the Herald, Thresh, didn’t stop him - his own twisted mind hided his soft spot for some kind of pets.

Jhin admired his new companion’s loyality. They decided to stood by his side, and he was positive they would be loyal even in the end of the Cosmic Court, end of the Dark Star and the whole Universe, just because he had freed them from the nothingless of their corner of space.

He uncovered that he had no desire of consuming nor devastating the Celestial into a new piece of art, just becausae of their purity and mellowness. When born in a dark emptiness, their being couldn’t soak with the benightedness that kept buisy the minds of others. He could bathe them in his own ideas and beliefs.

Neither Mordekaiser nor Xerath could order him to leave his new partner - they became his inspiration, his only appreciated audience. Their word was valued by Jhin more than the ardous asks from the other corruped cosmic titans.

They weren’t ordinal. They were found in a repugnant darkness, embraced by no stars, no nebulas, only ceaseless nothingless. It was almost calming, like the dim insides of the Dark Star, which were consummate, persistent, always hungry for more. Jhin admired it and wanted to show his pet the whole Universe, the beauty he could rip from constellations, melt them to his will.

He often became pensive, milling the thoughts that consumed his mind, pushing him into the greatness of his immense conciousness. They could listen to him for eons about the convoluted twists and strings behind his art. But he would never talk about his past and the Cosmic Court. And they were never malicious enough to force him to confess that.

The whole Galaxy was yours. Jhin was the reason the sanctimonious herold of the Dark Star, Thresh, has brought the rightful owner, the true heir of the devouring force of this Universe, Lux, so she could claim the throne. And by this way, the Virtuoso obtained favourability of his master - the one that gave him the powers. It let him spread the superficial chaos, proudly pace through space with his new companion, his beautiful galaxy, his devotion and destination.

Because Jhin was never reserved; if he wanted the whole Universe to belong to him, he would accomplish this task even without help of the Dark Star.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #khada jhin #jhin #league of legends jhin #league of legends khada jhin #dark star #league of legends dark star #league of legends dark cosmic #jhin x reader #jhin x you #khada jhin x reader #khada jhin x you #dark cosmic jhin x reader #dark cosmic jhin x you #league of legends dark cosmic jhin #dark cosmic jhin

[buttermynutter]

The Art of Letting Go | Table of Contents | Jhin x Reader

Summary: While on a war campaign, you meet a not-so-fellow assassin. You find that the both of you unlock something within each other. 

Warnings: Very mild descriptions of gore (definitely not a focus of any scenes)

Word count: 3,650 (Total)

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Chapter 1 - Bows

Chapter 2 - Encore

Chapter 3 - Curtain Call

#jhin #khada jhin #jhin the virtuoso #jhinxreader #jhinxyou #jhin/reader #jhin/you #league of legends #league of legends x reader #enemies to lovers #jhin x reader #jhin x you #khada jhin x reader #khada jhin x you #khada jhin/reader #khada jhin/you

[popawritter12]

Yandere!Jhin short story <3

(ˊo̶̶̷ᴗo̶̶̷)(ˊo̶̶̷ᴗo̶̶̷) 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑱𝒉𝒊𝒏 (ˊo̶̶̷ᴗo̶̶̷)(ˊo̶̶̷ᴗo̶̶̷)

Imagine a story with a Yandere Jhin,

(Name) was a painter who admired human beauty, from anatomy to expressions and emotions were like a feast of ideas for her.

Her parents initially believed in her as well, but after Jhin's first acts, her mother slowly becomes consumed by the idea of death. She didn't see him as Jhin, she saw him as the highest point in human beauty. The blood falling and the organs slowly coming out of the body like a buildable toy was… like an anagnorisis that would change her life.

The expression of a person in their last seconds of consciousness, the way their body twists, or even the crimson color that the stage takes on once their life is taken from them is… beautiful, visually orgasmic, gorgeous. , it was a sensation that at first terrified her, but that slowly consumed her, deformed her to the point of believing that Jhin was an angel who was sent to fulfill a goal: to turn humans into absolute beauty, and give them that exquisite view to the privileged that it was truly watching a life fade away.

As the days go by, she finds the idea of capturing that same beauty in her husband, she uses her mother's characteristics to manipulate (Name), she uses it to capture her fantasies in paintings, wanting to take her to that end too. Her daughter, the young woman with the body of an average catwalk model and an expression in her eyes that always led her to be a charismatic and pleasant young woman, is forced to see the disgusting things that her mother admires and longs to see even in her own dreams. , but the young woman does not want to let herself be consumed.

Jhin, that man with a mystery and a personality certainly characteristic of a psychopath in his purest state, was attracted by the pleasant and warm paintings made by (Name).

The young woman had such a talent that her paintings seemed more stolen from a European historical museum than art made by hand by a carefree young woman.

She used characteristics of what would be known here as Renaissance art, but also taking the surrealist style in several paintings, using pigments finely sought by herself or by her relatives and made with a passion that always seemed on the verge of going beyond the common. .

And Jhin focused on that mode of expression: simple, but at the same time showing how chaotic the human being is, the varieties of colors and expressions.

And he was fascinated.

(Name)'s simplicity led him to meet her mother, and upon finding out about that convenient obsession, he takes the reins to be able to make that young woman show him more. Showing that someone kind and happy like her really thought, where she got her ideas from, how she expressed them, why she drew, everything was a detail that made the existence of that girl a great intrigue for him.

They were invited to one of his works, the most striking, of course. You and your father had the beautiful fantasy that for the first time after so many years, you would be able to see a play in such a luxurious and well-prepared place.

And her mother knew about that fantasy, and the idea of breaking that idea and twisting it for her own ends was becoming more and more tempting, or at least until the show started.

With the seats further away from the people and with a better view of the stage, the performance begins.

The curtains open, and the tension begins to rise when (Name) notices who the man in the center is, glowing and wearing his characteristic mask. Silence abounds in the room for a few long and tedious seconds for you, before the young woman tries to talk to her father so that they can get out of there as soon as possible.

But his mother, knowing this, had taken him away so that he could be the main actor in the best play that Jhin had prepared with so much care.

The lights stayed focused on Jhin, and after a brief presentation of his life's best work, he began the 'story', named "Love with Eyes Closed."

Her father appeared at the center of the stage, and (Name) couldn't help but want to scream out of her desperation at the event that she already knew was going to happen.

But she couldn't even move her foot, she couldn't even move her head forward…. Because the chair was now tied to her.

Her father was bandaged, and his wife was next to her, a grimace on her lips giving an indication of her excitement about getting started.

Slowly, the poor young girl watched as her father was slowly stripped of her life. The way his vocal cords suffered with every second of being alive, the words that all they said were weak "Don't hurt her", and the way his body just begged to perish at any moment just to end it. torture.

No one could escape that night.

The dogs that were left outside howled and barked at the presence of someone who was not human.

Or, two beings who came to take their share of the work.

And (Name) were the only one who just begged the lamb to end her life at that moment, not to leave her alone in that place full of death and blood.

But they both had to refuse. Tje fate had decided that this was not the time, neither then nor for a long, long time.

She thought about tempting the wolf to bite her, to start a hunt that he would never forget, but she could barely move in his seat.

After a moment of ecstasy for the young woman's mother, she herself observed the person she considered her guide, her only true friend in that horrendous world, asking what they would do now.

And he lowered the gun, before pointing out the only trap that couldn't be activated. The real plot-twist of the story finally occurred.

The woman smiled, obediently going to the flower, stepping on that deadly weapon with both of her feet.

And with a smile of happiness and fulfillment on her face, she felt her body being affected by the flower.

And (Name) screamed, her voice ruined like never before at the cry "Mom."

At dawn, the work had already concluded, now leading to a report that was known throughout the country.

"The most sadistic work in the world: More than 400 dead and a young woman missing.

(…)Between unrecognizable corpses and a woman who died with a smile on her face, the macabre play that occurred in Piltover leads to the mysterious massacre carried out at the hands of what is suspected to be a group of people who (.…)"

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Hello.

Yes, I don't understand what came to mind when I finished writing this, but it makes me happy to know that I'm having ideas again.

Now, it being 1 am here, I'm going to sleep.

BUT

This idea come after the departure of Hwei. I(Or before, idk), and i liked it but i forgot to upload it here hsagfh

#yandere #yandere league of legends #obsessive love #yandere x you #yandere male #league of legends #yandere one shot #Jhin #Yandere Jhin #jhin league of legends #khada jhin

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rereading parts of "take your pretty smile, tell them everything's fine." (the jhinhwei scene) and god damn it i m baffled at my own writing??

aka if nobody writes long ass analysis of my fanfic i ll do it myself xD (tw for very much sexual grooming, underage relationship, pseudoincest, i mean its Jhin lol)

i forgot the details and now i m rereading it and i lose my sanity one bit at a time. its so obvious how unhealthy their relationship is, i think its also one of the chapters that really brings out just how young hwei is and in a lot of ways their conversation feels like a talk between a parent and a child, both struggling to let go of each other.

and this is a turning point to an extent, if jhin was a better man he would ve rejected hwei, encouraged the boy to pursue kayn and start developing some sense of independence. but he doesn't do it, instead, he dives right in and makes his dependency worse. Instead of reassuring Hwei that he is alright, that Jhin loves him but that he doesn't care about the kind of sex he is having with his boyfriend Jhin makes clear that he cares, indulges Hwei's desire for him to do so, draws an obvious parallel between the bite kayn left and the scar he cut into him a few months ago.

And what makes this whole thing "worse" imo in that in a scene that is very much smut we also get their first actual conversation about what they are,

Hwei: “You are more of a father, or brother, or friend than I ever had.” Jhin: “You are the only son I will ever have.”

and then in the middle of making out, hwei calls jhin "dad" for the first time, and i think its then that Jhin actually realises the power he holds over this child of his.

like, jhin never planned to be a father for hwei, he never planned to raise a child, he was totally unprepared for the traumatised special needs kid he took in. he had no idea what was going on, just thought that this immensely talented baby artist will never have a chance to bloom if he doesn't get him out of the soul-crushing environment. so he does, their relationship grows, he realises that he begins to love this child, that he wants to give him the world, wants him to be happy.

but now, in the middle of making out with Hwei, he suddenly realises that this isn't right, that if he loves Hwei then he needs to at least give him the space to think this through, show him that he can love him without needing his body for it.

“Let me show you how much I adore you.”  Jhin moved up, took his hands and gently placed them to his side, smiling almost shyly. “Will you let me?”

and when Hwei agrees, fully expecting to just have emotional sex, Jhin stops. and i m so not okay with this, i didn't even expect this to happen, i thought it would just be a chapter focused on them having hot sex.

like jhin totally crossed the line, but he allows Hwei to step back and reassures his baby boy that he ll love him no matter what he chooses :(((

#jhinhwei #hwei lol #hwei the visionary #lukai hwei #hwei #hwei x jhin #khada jhin #jhin lol #jhin on his way to write a parenting book (coauthor is silco) about “how to raise the traumatised child i found on the streets” #like ok just imagine the conversations between jhin and silco about their disaster kids #jinx teaches hwei how to swear and Jhin is not amused #“i never want to hear that word outside the borders of zaun do you understand me?” #jinx also steals kitchen knifes for hwei to learn how to throw them #bc she thinks he is too weak for melee fighting but has to be able to defend himself #and hwei is very much just drawing caricatures of the kids that annoy him

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

☭ x

Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse

Battle Intro: "Khada, you're looking for a way to let your mind wander, aren't you?" The question is somewhat soft as Robin unclips his cloak and readies his tome, "I'll tell Bel to leave us alone, I trust you to make this an enjoyable experience. I imagine you've already crafted the entire stage, haven't you? Mm, what a delight."

Victory: The knife threatened to glide across the artist's throat to reveal sanguine, to end it all with a whisper of violence, but Robin lowered the blade with a hum. "That is your expertise," He clarifies while flipping the pages of his tome and tapping his earring to stop the flow of blood under him. "Allow me to show you mine."

Half HP: There is something somewhat mesmeric as he realizes that he is dancing between the traps placed by Khada, and he is beginning to find it difficult to catch his breath. "Is this act I coming to a close already? I have a few notes for you, Khada!"

Low HP: The world spins slightly as Robin collapses down onto his knee, blood seeping from his lips as one of the traps sprang next to him and caused him to jump. He feels a low rumbling beginning to circulate within his bones, a primal urge to flee rattling him from the inside out. "Alright! Enough! I don't want Bel coming in here and r-ruining your work--" Defeat: He finds himself being scooped into golden arms as he gazes upwards towards the Virtuoso with a trembling breath, his hand lifting idly to touch the smooth surface of the mask. Robin sighs tiredly, "Remember what I've told you about our finale..."

Death: Robin cannot die twice.

Assist: A gasp ripped though Robin as he intercepted a shot aimed for Jhin, standing close to him before flicking out his blade, protectively. "It isn't time yet, Khada...do try and be more careful yes?"

Taunt: "A hired gunman is a professional, a shooter is someone who has issues--which do you fall more into?"

Reacting to Taunt: [ Jhin Taunt -> Robin ] "Killing you will be one of my finest works." [ Robin -> Jhin ] "Only if you will be beside me in that performance, Khada"

Flee: "---! Something is going on at the burrow--" Robin is swift to whistle and call Bel foward, anxiety lacing his voice, lifting his arm as he scoops up his tome, calling back to Jhin, "I'll return! I just have to check something!"

Reacting to Flee: "Mm? You're running away? Come now Khada, we're hardly done!" Robin chirps with a chuckle, sending Bel out to go see why he was fleeing. Had he scared him that badly?

Tie: Robin tilts his head back as he feels the barrel of whisper press against his temple, his blade threatening to piece through the eye of Jhin's mask. His expression melts into a chuckle, "Don't waste your bullet."

Perfect Victory: He is quick to close the distance between the two of them, avoiding a bullet to land the heel of his boot against Jhin's chest to kick him back and knock Whisper from his hand. Robin picks up the cannon and turns it to Jhin with a whistle, "Bam."

Low HP Victory: Robin doesn't deny the burning sensation that tingles within his lungs as he catches his breath, each inhale feeling like needles slipping down his throat to sew ribbons of sanguine until he drowned. "I-I can't believe you bothered to use your bullet...ow..."

Finishing Move: Robin sheathes his blade as the traps explode around him, his heart clenching in his chest as adrenaline shot through him, a bolt of thrill jolting him to lift his hand for Bel to take. The entity lifted him up towards Jhin's location where he let go, flipping down to land over his hips, pinning his firing arm down. His moves were fluid as he revealed his own colt, pointing it straight towards Jhin's mask. "My win this time around, Khada."

#ic #battle quotes #curtain cxll #holds them #mm #art

[dear-yandere]

Darling @dei-dos​ said: Jhin, please hurt me 🥺🥺💕

— khada jhin.

“oh, what’s this?” jhin chuckles languidly, the barrel of his beloved gun now propped under your chin. it sent shivers down your spine, though none as severe as the ones his voice would incite. “you want me to hurt you, poppet? what a truly peculiar one you are...”

he smiles under his mask, humming in thought. would today be the day he truly kills you? or would he have his fun for a while longer, with a darling that so desperately wants his torture?

he’s never had such a masochistic beloved. perhaps...you’ll live a bit longer.

“what kind of gentleman would i be to decline your request, little one?”

#*interactions #character interactions #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagines #yandere league of legends #jhin x reader #yandere jhin x reader #khada jhin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere scenario #yandere imagines #vanya #league of legends interactions

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Can I get a Jhin X reader headcannons in which the reader founds out the stranger that sleeps in the palace is the Golden demon while working as an assistant cleaning his dorm?

[A/N: Hello darling. I got confused with the request for a second but all is good now. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Jhin Living in a Palace with Maids

You had been working in the palace, as one of the maids.

Cleaning rooms, washing the laundry, and so on.

Minor jobs that gave you a minimum wage.

One thing about the job is that, the palace is home to a stranger.

Nobody knows his name nor his face.

Some did, but didn't live to tell the story.

You saw him, or rather his silhouette, once or twice while you were dusting the halls.

It was after you did the laundry, that he would go into the room and wash his clothes for three more times.

You didn't dare to pry why he did what he did, you just let him be.

The next few days, you saw him again, tiptoeing into a room as if he didn't want anyone to hear or see him.

It makes you curious but you assumed that he doesn't do well with people.

While sweeping the floors, you overheard a conversation about the Golden Demon and how he's terrorizing Ionia.

Twisting corpses, carving faces, calling those gruesome arrangements a masterpiece.

People called him a monster, and he lives up to his name 'Golden Demon', or 'Khada Jhin'.

You had never seen this so called 'monster' in person, just in the papers.

What stood out in the pictures however was the intricately designed mask he wore.

It was horrifying to hear but you paid it no attention, focusing on your job.

You were supposed to clean the stranger's room.

Assuming he was away, you entered the room without hesitation.

Only stopping in your tracks when you hear someone lightly snoring.

You turn to look to the side and find a man, sprawled out on the bed, asleep.

With the same mask as Khada Jhin wore.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #league of legends #jhin x reader #khada jhin #jhin the virtuoso #jhin #Works of Khaleesi

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

Hi! hope you are having a nice day :D

Can you please do Jhin x gn! reader headcanons! SFW and NSFW if you want. Please i´m lacking Jhin content :,)

Thank you! Take care <3

✦–Random Jhin headcanons.✦ SFW & NSFW

✦I will definitely not let the League fandom suffer from the lack of Jhin content!

✧ prompt: ✧ totally random headcanons that just appeared to be in my head, because I tend to think about League of Legends hot champions TOO MUCH.

✧ champions: ✧ Jhin, the Virtuoso.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ As I stated, I will definitely NOT let the League fandom suffer from the lack of Jhin content, even if this means I have to actually WRITE something AND share this. I’m a 300k+ Maestry Jhin main by the way, from the times I actually used to main adc. A very painful backstory, as you see. (As always, please ignore any mistakes. Let’s say I’m tired.)

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✦SFW:

First of all, you are Jhin’s muse. You are his everything. His inspiration, his devotion, his deepest desire.

That’s the first reason why must you be protected at all costs, kept safely in his mansion. The word ’jealous’ is not worthy of his exquisite person, therefore he prefers being claimed as protective - he is obsessed with you.

It is somewhat between the thrill of keeping his precious muse close to himself (always skulking, always taking care of them) and the repugnant fear of losing them.

You are aware of his perfectionism, but it does not mean that you always have to be on the alert, be the best of yourself, always present your virtues - for Jhin, you are the definition of perfection, you embody the word of ideal creation. He claims you as the noblest person in the world, despite your free opinion on yourself that can sometimes let you down.

Jhin would never let you think of yourself as unworthy of his love, unworthy of life, unworthy of your body (if you ever even caught a glimpse of that feelings).

He cherishes it, your body, and wants you to see yourself in the same light as he does.

Because Jhin is well aware of the fact, that he is the only one who can gaze at you admiringly and see the whole concept of your person, most true and undisputed. He would never be mistaken if it comest to you, to your goregous person, the one he worships and adores.

So Jhin is a romantic lover. He sees no world beside you, no colors and no inspiration. It wasn’t a long time after he realized that his surrounding becomes dull and monochromatic whenever he finds himself missing you.

✦NSFW:

Body worshipping is not like a thing he enjoys, as an artist, a virtuoso, a connoisseur - he thinks it is crutial, obvious. He treats your bodies like an artwork, a composition of two perfectly fitting sculptures.

I would call him a soft dom, though sex itself is a way to express himself for Jhin. In the end, trivial human desires are nothing in the face of performance.

The moment with him is always intimate; I think he would be against any kind of public sex, taking the risk of being caught as aggravating.

But he enjoys gun play. Whisper is a fundamental part of his life, though it is only a weapon- no, not even a weapon. A tool destined to paint his canvas. It has to touch you and you must shiver from the cold feeling of metal against your skin.

I don’t think Jhin is a rough type either. Eventually, he is a sensual lover, placing a great impact in foreplay and the scene around you, so it can be perfect and remain undisturbed.

He appreciates you being needy, though. Jhin finds it amusing to see you squirming for him, maybe even begging. You can always take advantage of his soft spot for you and those little sounds you make.

He is very talkative during sex. Moreover, it is not only teasing, but also reassuring words and sweet promises.

And he is a man of word. You can await him fulffiling every of these dark whispers, sooner or later.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #lol #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #league of legends jhin #jhin #khada jhin #jhin x reader #jhin x you #league of legends khada jhin #khada jhin x reader

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The Art of Letting Go | Chapter 3/3 - Curtain Call | Jhin x Reader

Summary: While on a war campaign, you meet a not-so-fellow assassin. You find that the both of you unlock something within each other.

Warnings: Very mild descriptions of gore (definitely not a focus of any scenes)

Word count: 3,650 (Total)

Table of contents here!

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For such a puppeteer, Jhin was quite an honest man.

What he said had proven to be true - he had taken you under his wing instead of spearing you with it.

Weeks had flew past with the two of you curating your own gallery, each using your own paint. A part of you would tug at you as you remembered your original goal, your promise to your first teacher. Soon, you were convinced that killing a captain was just as good as changing one.

As expected, the river of your alliance soon channeled into a waterfall of a more intimate relationship.

He had admitted his love for you the same day he showed you the skin underneath the smooth curtain that he was so fond of. You had been told that he was fond of you more.

His confession was brief but obvious - your first kiss.

Each one following was just as memorable, from the warm, lazy ones when lying stationary to the furtive but sensual contact made both above and below his mask in the midst of performances. You had first found the thought of intimacy with a simple cover odd, but it was soon proven that each aspect of Jhin fit perfectly with you.

He was determined to make every action with you more memorable than any of the blood he had ever spilled, and remember the two of you did. Every touch of your fingers was electrifying, ever little bit of wetness his lips would leave on your face carved a canyon through your skin. 

Naturally, the position didn’t come without its problems.

Each piece was more furtive than the last, more passionate, all to make the use of the little time the both of you knew you had. Every wick spiralled towards its end. 

And the minute hand and hour hand closed in.

You stood mid-painting, still holding the very crossbow from the fateful night that set you on this path; a path of burning bridges and crossing ones already ablaze.

Jhin’s back was pressed against yours, half of his mask missing from a guard’s misguided swipe with a knife. You couldn’t help but admire the way his raven hair draped his forehead in disarray, trying to ignore the worry that was unusually evident in his expression underneath.

You couldn't turn anywhere without being faced by at least one guard, even towards the way of the cliffside behind you. For the first time, it seemed like neither of you could find a way out.

 "There has to be something," you murmured, Jhin turning to face you. The guards hitched their weapons at the movement, but nobody took a shot, whether out of fear or captivity.

"I'm sorry, my love," he breathed, the half of his smile that was still left now looking more remorseful than taunting. "I should have never gotten you into this. We could have had so much more, so much more if the violence just stopped, if I hadn't initiated it. In only a month or two, I've brought you to the edge of this abyss." 

Your responding laugh was hollow, bitersweet tears forming in your eyes. "I came from that violence. We did. I used to stare into that abyss, thinking that I did for so long that I had become it. Now, I know I just embraced it."

Jhin took your hand, the sounds of the guards' armor uneasily shifting becoming apparent. Even slick with blood, the contact was all it took to convince you the choice you had made was worth it. For the first time in all his years, the cinnamon hue of his eyes blended with the water welling in them. 

"We choose how we go offstage." The words only flitted past your ear, but you were already aware of his hand hastily pulling you, your sudden understanding moving your legs with his. 

He whipped out his gun, the bullets in slow motion as he fired the last shots of his life, set to die the way he lived. 

One, two, three, four guards fell, creating a gateway in the barricade. Their comrades shouted, a sudden cacaphony of bullets and yells scrambling its way towards you, but to no avail.

The ground had already left your feet, the only hold you had on the world - Jhin, the man who called you his piece de resistance, the one who sang for you at night and danced with you in the day. 

Reflecting your thoughts, his words arched with your bodies, clearer than you had ever heard, echoing throughout the heartbeat that was pressed to your own.

"Maybe it's not about the gentleness that comes from the absence of violence."

The last remnant of his mask left his face, and his tears came to mingle with your own.  

"But despite the abundance of it."

And you tumbled into the abyss. 

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[witch-psychedelia]

Cage

Yandere Jhin x fem!Reader content warnings: kidnapping, confinement, implied physical abuse

Essentially a plot bunny involving a pit fighter darling and Jhin. Enjoy!

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With a groan, you open your eyes to a tiled floor.

The dull pain in the your head tempts you to close your eyes again, but as your vision slowly refocuses, you notice the iron bars in front of you, rising up from the floor. Immediately you wonder, did you get in trouble with the law while drinking last night? Or perhaps someone ratted you out for being a pit fighter, or...

There’s a burning in your shoulders. Your arms are tied behind your back with crisscrossing ropes. Something isn’t right.

You widen your eyes a bit more. Taking in a deep breath, you haul your upper body to sitting position. The iron bars form a circle around you, like they would surround a bird in a cage. There isn’t any furniture in this cell, or in the room beyond the iron bars. Just the monochrome blue patterned tiles on the floor, and the walls painted in the colours of a sunset sky.

A gloved hand brushes past your neck, and presses its fingers under your chin. Your breath catches, and before you can react, your face is turned around to look towards a man in an ornately carved white mask, kneeling to meet your gaze, his one visible eye wielding a piercing gaze.

“You,” you growl, jerking your head away from his grasp, turning it to the side instead.

He responds with a low chuckle. “You didn’t miss me, darling? That’s a shame,” the Golden Demon replies, his tone casual and light, as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. Twice now.

You’ve had a sinking suspicion for the past few days that you were being stalked. A gut feeling, as you walked home after a night at the arena or at the bar, often. Sometimes you swore you heard footsteps behind you. You looked over your shoulder – more often than you normally did, after the first time. Checked and re-checked every lock in your house uncountable times. Clearly, you still weren’t careful enough. Khada Jhin caught you anyway.

Pressing your lips into a line and furrowing your brow, you stay silent, looking away from your captor. He stands, and walks around the cage, to where you’re facing.

He breathes the word “beautiful,” as he looks down at your form. The way the ropes cut into your skin, the way the light hits your eyes as you glare up at him.

You plant one foot on the ground and support yourself on your other leg’s knee. Pushing off the ground, you haul yourself up so you’re standing.

“I escaped once,” you say, looking Jhin in the eye, trying to ignore how your own voice wavers. 

He scoffs. “I learn from my mistakes. I cannot, in good faith, say the same of you.”

You open your mouth, but Jhin cuts you off. “Really, it was far too easy to catch you off guard after a night of drinking. You ought to moderate yourself more.”

The bastard just loved to hear himself talk, didn’t he? “Shut the fuck up.”

“Ah, watch your tongue,” he lightly scolds, raising a finger. “I’d hate to cut it off. You remember what I’ve told you about your voice, hm? You know it’s so very pleasing to listen to when you’re not wasting breath like this.” He sighs, and continues. “Such as when you said you loved me. It was like mu-”

“I only said that because I thought you’d kill me!” you exclaim. “I’d be crazy to actually-!”

Jhin suddenly raises his voice. “Do NOT interrupt me!”

Instinctively, you flinch. Things like this usually preceded punishment of some kind. Or worse, a performance as he called it.

There’s a gleeful, malicious glint in his eye, seeing you react like this. “I see you remember something from your training,” he notes, his voice back to normal. Clasping his hands together, he took a few more steps around the room to see you from another angle. “Other than your attitude, really... you’ve only become more beautiful since we were last together.”

You feel Jhin’s eyes scan your body, its curves and edges, your toned arms and legs, how your hair frames your face, the scars barely visible on the nape of your neck and back...

“Truly fit to become a masterpiece,” he declares, looking back to your face.

Turning your head slightly towards him, you begin to think. You’ve never gotten into a fight with Jhin – he never gave you the chance.

Perhaps wisely.

In terms of simple physical strength, you figure you’re roughly equal. He was somewhat taller than you, maybe that gave him the upper hand. But you’ve fought many people who were taller than you, and you’ve won against almost all of them. You’ve fought people who certainly had more raw strength than you, and won. Both of you are well aware strength is not what wins fights.

But in your eyes, Jhin took the coward’s response to that knowledge. Hiding behind his traps and his manipulations, as though he was afraid of being dragged into the light for an actual fight, that had the potential to prove him unworthy.

Hiding behind ropes and cages to avoid you.

“You’re a coward,” you tell him. “If I got into an actual fight with you there’s a non-zero chance I’d win. And that scares you, doesn’t it? Your precious masterpiece being superior to you in that way.”

There’s silence between you for a moment. Jhin tilts his head, before bursting into laughter. You draw in a sharp breath. It reminded you of his performances.

“Don’t flatter yourself, puppet,” he responds, with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Can you even hear yourself? Do you think your lines through before you say them at all? You never could keep quiet when it would do you a service to, but I digress.”

He reaches through the bars and grabs your jaw, his nails pressing into your skin as he pulls your face forward. Leaning in towards you, his voice drops to a low, quiet drawl.

“There’s much I admire about pit fighters like you – the theatricality, the visceral physicality, the visual flair – but at the end of the day, there’s no artistic heart to any of it. Merely mindless violence for the masses. I am above such things. You know this very, very well, darling. But by all means-.”

You hiss, as his thumb suddenly digs into your cheek.

“Keep deluding yourself, for as long as you want, into thinking there is any other ending to your tale. You will become my masterpiece.”

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[jizzandpissandshitandcum]

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[lovingbug]

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[fandom-imagines]

I’ll always look after you.

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Khada Jhin X Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, death (not Jhin or the reader).

Summary: When Y/N is kidnapped she is praying the Jhin will come save her. Will he?

Trapped.

That’s how I felt. In fact, that’s how I had been feeling for the past… it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been here.

Days? Weeks? Months?

At this point I was being kept alive by the hope that Jhin, my boyfriend, would come help me.

We hadn’t been together long, only a few months by now, but I was praying that the three years spent together performing before that were enough for him to want to save me. Well, if he even knew I had been kidnapped.

The door to my cell swung open as a masked man entered the room followed by a cart full of steel weapons. My eyes widened a fraction, heart racing more and more with each step the man took.

“Are you ready to talk?” His deep voice asked, finally reaching me.

I watched him pull on a pair of rubber gloves, stretching his fingers before inspecting the tools on the cart.

“About what?” I asked, keeping my head held high and my voice monotone.

“Where is Khada Jhin?” The strange man snarled, picking up a sharp knife before pointing it at me.

“Right here.”

I saw the man in front of me widen his eyes in both shock and panic before collapsing on top of me, blood pouring from his head, leaking all over my torn clothes. His, now lifeless, body was tossed onto the floor and kicked to the side.

“Are you okay, my darling?” Jhin asked, kneeling onto the floor in front of me.

I could feel him staring at me from behind his mask.

“I-I’m okay. Thank you for saving me.” I whispered, looking away from him in embarrassment.

My face was covered with dirt and the bags beneath my eyes must have been a horrible sight. I knew without even looking that my hair was a mess. I must look terrible right now.

His hand raised to my cheek, gently lifting me to face him.

“You’re okay now, my beauty. I’ll always look after you.”

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[nightmarerosely]

Hii me again! I love the way you write these ideas, I would love to request already engaged Jhin x princess reader and him spoiling her with love and attention Keep up the good work

UwU I enjoy Jhin so much so I took extra long to write it, and I love your requests, you have so good ideas love writing them.

Jhin and his princess

You walk through your father's castle to the giant front garden to the pavilion. You look around but don't see him, Khada Jhin the men you are waiting for. You sit down on a Bench and grab a book you left outside on the table yesterday. Jhin is well known over whole Ionia, your father was first against a marriage, but he hired Jhin too once. And now you're both married, so you guess he did a good job. You really adore him only seeing him makes you the happiest wife ever.

Who you marry was never that important because you have an older brother and he is going reign, but if he don't engage within the next month Jhin and you will reign.

“Hello darling.” you turn around and see Jhin, immediately you jump up, the long dress going down and running towards Jhin, who already has his arms ready for a hug. “I missed you so much my love.” he tightly hugs you. “I missed you way more Khada.” you rarely refer to the name Khada because your husband an you like Jhin better but sometimes it happens. You already see that there is stuff on the table so he mostly bought presents for you. Short after noticing that you leave the hug to give Jhin some air to breath. “Go look on the table.” Jhin said grinning happy, and you look what he got; jewelry, books, clothing and a small moving box. You look unsure to Jhin who's just putting down his mask. You carefully grab the small box and open it as careful. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy is looking at you with sleepy puppy eyes. “Awww Jhin, I love you!” he smiles and is writing down imaginary his 100 victory points for this perfect present. “You like it?” he knows the answer but asked anyway. To answer his questions you kiss him, which works fine because he put down his mask.

You then grab the puppy with the red band as it's collar and sit back on the bench, Jhin quickly following you. “What name do you have in mind?” you think a second “Dog?” he laughs “You wanted to call your puppy Dog?” you nod. “That's an oddly funny name, I like it.” you lean against Jhin. “Do you wanna go out this evening?” “Yes sure!” you love seeing him in something more casual. It fits him more than anyone would believe.

After some time you two seperate and you go to your rooms and look what dress to wear. Usually you would go with a color complimenting what Jhin wears. But for todays evening you just go with some black and grey. You then pick some of the new jewellery and put it on. It fits you so well but Jhin is a great artist and knows aesthetic, you never question his pick. “Dog I will let you here alone, you can look around drink and look where you want to sleep.” You then leave and look where to find Khada. He's probably in the carriage waiting for you as always when you two go out.

In the carriage you lean against him talking on the way to the ball. You two have to share so much stuff when Jhin is back so it's always like this. Everyone will look at you two at the ball on the dance floor, because you both are a perfect match, rarely perfect. And you both are handsome too.

Inside you both look around; “Art requires more cruelty than that.” you look at Jhin “There is no cruelty at all?” you look up to him “Well, they are underpaid.” you look straight again “Yeah okay, does make sense.” you walk to the food and look if you see something you enjoy to eat it before the others do, but nothing specific catches your eyes. “You wanna dance y/n?” you nod “Could never say no to you Jhin.” you both swing over the dance floor listening to the music, you would pfrefer to listen to Jhin but then he wouldnt be able to dance with you here. “Jhin I want to be with you forever.” he grins at you  “And I will never leave you darling.” you two dance more, not looking at surroundings only listening to the music, you both like art and music is one of the finest art.

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