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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

Jinx x reader

Words: 1.1 k

Warnings: Hallucinations, memories of the past

Summary: Jinx's voices are very destructive, a new crisis is just around the corner, luckily you are there to help her... or so she thinks

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It's overwhelming, exhausting even how loud the music is, but it helps Jinx to work, to focus, and to drown out the voices that often haunt her. But this time not even that is enough to deal with her frustration at not being able to move forward with this project.

Her hands are shaking and that only makes using the screwdriver even more difficult, the heat is annoying and the drops of sweat that slide down her forehead get in her eyes, it's impossible, this stupid project is impossible.

The material she was working with flies around the room until it shatters against one of the walls, it doesn't matter how long she's been working on that prototype, she doesn't want it anymore, it just gives her headaches.

"It's because you're stupid," like an echo bouncing off the walls, even above the loud beat of the music. "Maybe you'll end up shitting this too." Her limbs began to shake more and more violently, like a pressure saucepan about to explode. Jinx grabbed her braids furiously pulling them until her skin burned, the music started to drown out and Mylo's whispers got louder. "After all you are a Jinx."

One of the tools that she had also used just a moment ago also went through the room through the air, this time hitting the turntable and interrupting the music. "Shut up, shut up, shut up please."

“Shut me up? I'm quiet, you took care of shutting me up! You killed us!” Jinx uncovered her head looking for her old friend and some way to shut him up, Mylo, Claggor… Vi.

"Please..." Her voice sounded broken and the sobs made the spasms more and more violent. "It was an accident, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." She slid her hands from her face to her ears, trying to clear, trying to clear that voice but suddenly she found everything fell into a deathly silence, a desolate one, a completely dark lull.

"Okay Jinx," you broke that fine line between silence and her agitated breathing, it was as if a plug was ripped from the young woman's ears. You were here, that could only mean that everything would be fine. "We're fine, breathe with me, come on."

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And repeat.

Your figure approached her, almost touching her nose, there was no trace of Mylo or Vi's screams, there was only you. She couldn't help but smile at you, her cheeks felt tight from dry tears but a smile was the least she could give you for helping her.

"Are we better?"

"Yes," she could only answer with a whisper, with her hands on the ground she used her strength to stand up, you accompanied her in movement until both of you were facing each other, keeping a minimum distance but without touching. "Thank you."

"Whenever you need it, little one." One of your eyes winked sympathetically, Jinx took one of her braids (now disheveled) combing her hair shyly, you had that effect on her, especially when you supported her, even after so many years. One of the young woman's hands reached up to touch your face, but at that very moment, you turned around to walk around the improvised laboratory, leaving her hand in the air.

Jinx continued to stare at you, not understanding until you came to the prototype bomb she had dropped just a few minutes ago, picking it up from the ground along with all of its pieces to carefully place it back on the workbench. "These pumps remind me of when we were girls... You spent more time coloring them than worrying about them working." She couldn't help a half-smile, her childhood was not something pleasant to remember, but if any memory had you, it would make it... Cuter? More tolerable? They didn't hurt her. "Come on, try again, maybe my help will inspire " You supported your weight on the table inviting her to return to her chair.

Carefully and trying not to make quick movements, the misfit returned to the initial position in her chair, searched the desk for a particular tool, but it appeared in front of her eyes. You kept looking at her with that smile that characterized you and she loved it so much. She took the tool you offered her, almost brushing your fingers.

None of you said anything again while she worked, but it wasn't a dark silence, it was a peaceful one that made her want to finish the job.

"Yes!" She cheered. "Silco will be very happy to see how quickly I finish this... Although he doesn't have to know that I hit the wall right?" She continued looking at her finished artifact waiting for a congratulations from you, but nothing, she turned her head to find you again, you were still there, on her table, but staring at the floor with melancholy airs.

“Silco,” his name escaped from your mouth like poison.

Sure, she forgot that little detail, you hated her father.

Well, after all, he...

"Please don't be angry," she begged you, she tried to take your hand that rested on your lap but at that very moment you got up from her desk, she turned next to her chair trying to follow you. "I missed you so much, don't go so soon."

You turned to face her again, she expected to find you frowning, hitting her or yelling at her like Vi, she would take it, she would take it if she could just touch you for a second.

"I miss you too, Monkey."

"Please." But you weren't there anymore. She found herself alone in her laboratory again, with the only company of the record player trying to forcefully play a song "Please..." Familiarity, where there was still a trace of Powder.

She took a rag doll that rested on a box, with your features, with scraps of cloth that resembled what you always used, she said your name repeatedly pressing it against her chest, no voice attacked her, but it was not necessary, the memories of the factory ran through his brain like a train, numbing any other thoughts. "Please come back, I'm so sorry."

Defeated, she put the toy back in her place, sitting perfectly, looking where you sat, Mylo's and Claggor's dolls hanging peacefully from the ceiling. "I miss you so much... all of you."

Jinx caressed the doll's face imagining that the rough fabric was as soft as your skin, the elevator behind her began to work indicating that someone was going up, Silco most likely.

"I have to go... I hope to see you again soon" She left a delicate kiss on the woolen threads that simulated your hair and went to the front door to greet her father.

Would you still love her if you were alive?

Note: Total thanks to @eexphoria for being one of the first readers of my works, committing to help me with my mistakes in English and their comments that touch my soul

Note II: I really loved writing it and I hope you will come to love it as I do. I ask for a little patience with the requests because I am in finals and everything is a bit complicated.

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Sevika and Vi literally any time they meet:

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OKAYOKAY What about a young Vander x fem!Reader during the revolution, and they’re trying to infiltrate a facility or something, but it all goes terribly wrong? And maybe he and the others think that she has died, but she actually survived and comes back to them, roughed up and terribly hurt, but super fluffy sweetness as she and Vander are reunited??? I love your writing and you, thank you so much❤️❤️❤️

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

Vander x reader

Words: 2.3 k

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, explosions

You stared at the plans that rested on the old wooden table, the bar was at its busiest hour, but you couldn't even take your eyes off the lines that remain motionless in front of your eyes. Gently slide your finger across the sewer marked with a different color trying to memorize each of them perfectly.

A strong blow shook the table where you were, completely losing concentration, you looked angrily at the drunk who had collided and was still leaning. It also wasn't your best idea to finish your escape plan on a Friday night at a bar, but all your friends were there, albeit at the bar competing over who could drink the most pitchers of beer in an hour.

You refocused on your work.

Three meters and to the left. Right. Five more meters and the stairs. Right again.

An unknown liquid spread across the planes. You gasped, lifting the piece of paper as carefully as possible trying not to tear it, but the ink was already beginning to weep. You heard a quick apology from the tripping girl and she ended up spilling her drink on your table. You had to get home, maybe if you waited for it to dry you could fix it.

You searched the crowd for your mate, still on his thirteenth pitcher in the running to break Sevika's record of eighteen consecutive pints. With the greatest of care, you held the map to go to where it was, pushing your way through the crowd that cheered the names of 'Sevika' and 'Vander'.

Silco was lying on the bar sleeping peacefully, you saw him give up after his eighth beer. You tugged at Vander's shirt to get his attention, he looked at you with his large pupils dilated.

"Sweetie! Today we go home with the record!” The faint breath of alcohol hit your nostrils, but you ignored it.

"I'm going home now," you informed him, he looked at you blankly, your friend, on the other hand, continued to drink from her own glass taking advantage of the competition. "I have to learn this before tomorrow and I can't do it here... See you at home."

"What? No! Don't go alone, it's too late, it can be dangerous,” he objected. “Silco will go with you, won't he brother?" He turned to look at his friend, but he was fast asleep drooling on the counter. "Damn brother... Ok princess, let's go home." A general lament was heard in the bar, plus Vika's celebration for keeping her record intact.

"No, I'm going fast, you can stay if you want."

"No way, besides, tomorrow will be a very important day... And also for him to rest a little." He pointed to Silco who had changed position hiding his face in his arms. "Come on princess, open the door for me please." Without effort, he got up from the stool to his friend and slung it over his shoulder like a bag of chips. You couldn't help but smile at Silco's complaints that he could still continue drinking. You said goodbye to Sevika with the promise that you'd also see her tomorrow, you walked home staying by your partner's side.

The streets of Zaun never seemed to sleep, especially on weekends, they kept up an exhaustive rhythm of people twenty-four hours a day, without a break. Something that in a certain way made it unmatched, although it was a perfect cradle for crime and misery that grew exponentially.

"What do you say, darling? Will you get us out of that place tomorrow?” Vander asked, arranging his friend better on his back.

"Do you doubt that?" you joked

"Of you? Never.” His free hand was intertwined with yours. "But it's the biggest blow so far… And the most dangerous… Those damned Piltovers will learn to look down, even if it has to be by force.”

"Long live the nation of Zaun!" Silco yelled slurring his words, you both laughed.

You played with Vander's hand that was in your possession, dragging your fingers along the knuckles of his fingers, you even traced the mine wounds and those black spots that seemed to come out with nothing. "I'm going to get them out of there, to save everyone,” you promised.

"Never did doubt it for a second."

…

Things got out of hand, especially when Silco blew up one of your bombs near a place with too many civilians. It wasn't the plan, no one got hurt in your plan, it was a warning, a warning of what the underground was capable of, not a fucking massacre, you cursed as they continued to run through the factory that could take them home.

The enforcers' bullets hit too close for your liking, but they were too close to the exit to go back, the only thing left was to continue with the escape plan. You took a second to look back, checking all your friends behind.

You turned one of the corners and forced your way into what looked like it used to be an office. You moved the desk full of debris to the right, the adrenaline and the nerves made his body not even think about your actions, you just kept repeating the plan, the plan, the plan in a loop. It was the only sure thing at the time.

Sevika and Benzo helped you move it out of the way more quickly, below it remained a rusty hatch that only showed a completely black circle.

"Are you sure this will get us back home?" Sevika questioned.

"It connects directly to the underground drain." The shouts of the enforcers roaming the area grew louder. "Do you have a better plan?" Again, shots.

With a strong blow from his gloves Vander destroyed the hatch sinking it, some stairs in poor condition were embedded against the wall. "Very well, go ahead, we don't have time."

"How do we know they won't follow us there?" Benzo asked.

"It's a fucking labyrinth, even if they followed us they couldn't get out." You sat on the edge letting your legs dangle in the dark, it wasn't possible to see the end of the darkness, quickly Vander tied one of the lamps used in the mine, you still didn't light up the ending.

You took a deep breath before repeating the plan in your head and starting down the rickety stairs, your companions following you, you couldn't count how many steps you went down, but breathed a sigh of relief when your feet made contact with the concrete. You waited for everyone to finish going downstairs when it rumbled across the entrance as the enforcers managed to enter the office where they had previously been.

"We don't have to trust each other, we're going home."

No one commented and they continued to follow you along the path you previously studied, the only sound you could hear was your footsteps and the polluted water dripping down the walls. The map stayed in your brain like a snapshot, reminding you where to turn and what shortcuts to take.

After a few minutes, the adrenaline faded from your veins making you aware of how sore and tired your body really was. Sevika scoffed, "Don't tell me you're tired, I didn't think you were so lazy."

"The last race was not in my plans," you sighed "Although not everyone respects my plans." You looked at Silco who continued walking in silence at the end, you could see how your comment did not sit well with him.

“Don't you want to make them a glitter bomb? We could offer them as a peace offering for stepping on our heads every chance they get.” He was scathing in his response, which made you even more furious.

“They were normal people, they are not to blame for this.”

“All of them are to blame, even if it is not directly, they know what is happening and still look the other way, we have to make them understand that we are not trash under their shoes!”

“You are completely blinded! There were children there!”

Silco opened his mouth to answer you but an echo throughout the dark corridor interrupted them, and another, and another a little stronger, closer and closer. They all froze trying to figure out what it was.

The rats living in the tunnels ran towards the exit, between their feet, there you were aware. “They are exploiting the tunes,” You said barely in a whisper.

"What?"

“They're blowing up the tunnel! We have to run!"

No one took more than a second to react, the walls around them were already beginning to vibrate, dropping some grains of debris. They approached a crossroads of three paths, one not on the map, one not on the plan. Vander called out your name expecting you to give an order on which way to go.

"The rats! Let's follow the rats!" In desperation no one questions your order continuing down the path that the little animals chose, you prayed that it was the right choice.

And sure enough, it was, when the gutter light shone on the ceiling, everything was still shaking violently ready to collapse and become a tomb they would never get out of if they didn't make it to the new stairs. Vander was the first to go up to knock down the start with a single, well-aimed blow.

The rest of your friends also went up to the surface, the race was not over yet, but between the streets of the lanes, it would be much easier. You put your hand on one of the stairs to help you up but the wall next to your head exploded from the impact of a bullet. You looked behind you to see an enforcer completely alone and dirty by dirt and water but he kept his rifle sign pointing in your direction.

You ran away from the exit trying to get away from him and the explosions, but his footsteps splashing through the water sounded too close. You counted five more bullets that hit close to your body, thanking the darkness that somehow offers you slight protection against the soldier's aim.

“Damn bitch! I'm going to hunt you down myself!" He yelled at you. Another bullet near you. "A medal of honor is the least I'm going to deserve when I bring you to justice!" Another one.

You didn't even know where you were going, this part of the sewer wasn't on the map, you quickened your pace more when you heard running water, a waterfall, or whatever the fuck, it had to flow somewhere. A light of day illuminated the entire tunnel as you approached.

A large outlet of water, cloudy and dark flowed directly into Lake Zaun, the one that no one approached because it was taken as a dump for toxic waste from factories. You stood on the edge of the cliff wondering whether to take the jump, the drop seemed too high, a few stories you could swear.

"Stop! And raise your hands!”

But it was a way out, the only one really.

And you jumped into the dark waters.

…

Everything looked blurry, your whole body shivered, as if all your wet extremities hardened every second. Everything itched, you guessed from how dirty the water was that you completely submerged yourself in.

The blow against the surface had hurt more than you would have imagined and the sharp pieces of debris had made small wounds all over your body. All you could think about was getting home, taking a shower and resting the whole damn day with Vander.

Vander...

God, you didn't even know if he or your friends had managed to escape safely, maybe an ambush of enforcers was waiting for them at the exit of the sewer. That idea made your eyes fill with anguished tears, but it gave you more strength to reach the meeting point, your apartment.

Hell, never in your life have you wanted to get to that uncomfortable place so much, but it seemed so convenient with your current situation. You continued dragging your feet until you reached your street, looking for a familiar face with your eyes, one that could give you information about your friends.

But there was Sevika, on the steps of the complex absentmindedly smoking a cigarette, you tried to shout her name but your throat was so sore that you just let out a pitiful groan, luckily it was enough to get the woman's attention.

"Damn," she threw the unfinished cigarette to quickly approach you, you hadn't noticed how weak your muscles were until she hugged you worriedly, not caring about the humidity of your clothes, you let yourself fall full weight on her arms, it was a relief. “Vander!” She called. “Benzo damn it! Pour something and go find Vander!” A deep relief flooded your body relaxing your muscles even more “Where the hell were you woman? Vander is freaking out and you decided it was a good idea to go swimming?

You couldn't help but smile at the acid humor of your friend who continued to support most of your weight, at least until another pair of arms lifted you completely off the ground. "We have to wash her or those wounds will fester." Your chest filled warm hearing his voice and Silco's scolding in the background, everyone was safe.

"Easy princess." Vander's voice was reassuring as if he could instantly lower your heart rate. "You'll be fine after a hot bath, you're home"

"Is everyone okay?" You knew the answer, but still need to double-check

"Yes honey, you got us all out, as you promised." Your boyfriend's warm lips rested on your forehead and stayed there for a few seconds, everything was perfect, although your bruised body indicated otherwise, you were back home, and everything would be fine.

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bullheaded brawler

young!vander x reader

basically my version of vander in his younger, wife-eyed and bushy tailed, street fighter stage

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, reader and vander are mid-twenties, reader is notably smaller than the six foot two man that's still growing, i tried to depict a lighthearted but short tempered vander bc that's what i think he was like, swearing, he's such a ray of sunshine in this, a younger grayson briefly appears, mentions of brawler!silco, it gets angsty, brief descriptions of fighting (unrelated to reader), the real argument and yada yada yada

You think he’s crazy. But he’s not stupid.

He’s visited you relentlessly for the past two months with a smile on his face asking about what you like, where you like spending most of your time under the guise of wanting to learn more about you. You snort and shake your head at him. Have you seen him, I mean…? He’s your age, mid-twenties, still growing at his 188 centimeters, and-

He catches you looking in his direction and a grin breaks out onto his face. It’s not flirty. Or smug? His eyes squint and there’s traces of crows feet from how large and benevolent his smile is. He bends backwards and it makes his hair hang towards the ground from where he’s upside down, it shows all of his face, and if that doesn’t make him even more charming then the two finger salute that is his wave definitely does it for you.

Your gaze turns back to the woman you’re talking to and she’s smiling, too. She’s leaning forward, a flirty grin on her face as she hums, “He’s cute.”

“Mm, don’t forget doltish,” you scoff.

An arm wrapping around your shoulders nearly knocks you off balance and a familiar voice is in your head, “I hope that means handsome.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, “I'll take that whole box, Grayson.”

She winks at you and you maneuver out of the arm just to have your hand held and you turned so you’re chest to chest with this bull-headed brawler.

“Thought I saw my favorite girl staring-”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the face that insisted nosing around yours by the heel of your palm, “I was trying to figure out just how many screws fall out that big head of yours when you hang upside down like that.”

His fingers wrapping around your wrist keep you in place and you freeze when you feel something soft brush your palm. Your head whips around and there’s a bit of a smile on his lips when speckled eyes meet yours.

There’s a brief interval- a second where you’re able to map out where grey is a thriving color in his eyes.

Maybe it’s from having alcohol so early in the evening or whiplash, but anyone can see, whether you’ve known him for years, that clouds before a heavy rain don’t stew in his irises, they’re not like that.

They’re water- clean water reflecting sunlight off a puddle on topside cobblestone. They’re silver bands like the ones that come fresh out of the fire from an experience lane smithy. Vander is the breeze that whips rain through the fissures in the early mornings and he is the storm dims the gilded dawn on the topside to a stark painting of calm on a burning city. It’s a trip how his gaze still has an enormity of the depth when they are framed by stunning, palpebral slanted eyes. When he learns to use that gaze to his advantage.

You yank your hand away from his lips before they can fully make contact with the heel of your palm. His head lifts warily as he watches you put distance between the two of you. This new ‘captivated’ side of him that seems to be honed on you takes time to get used to. It shows even still. You’re sure that he doesn’t even know how longanimity flashes in the lakelets in his eyes, but it doesn’t last long because he’s beaming again.

For a moment you almost felt bad for yanking away because it wasn’t as if he was holding you hostage, but seeing him beam that obnoxious smile makes you stamp on the guilt and, dare you say, relief for not hurting his feelings.

But then wildflowers and weeds are in your face and you stop, not to look at them, but you tilt your head back to look at him.

One has to wonder what goes on in that head of his.

Obviously he wasn’t expecting your attention on him and his puffed cheeks deflate so that he’s biting his lip and still manages a closed smile. You choose to ignore how sheepish he looks for someone of his build.

“Are you going to follow me around all day?”

You flick his pursed top lip and he bites after your finger as his smile spreads and his cheeks grow vibrant with color. He’s at your side as you leave the liquor shop, trying to help you with the box you’re holding despite your insistent behavior.

“Do you get pissed off at anything?” you huff, watching as the musclehead stops you from colliding with a vendor and in the same motion pulls the box of liquor from your arms to face you with a gallant smile.

“Nope.” He leans on the stand where he’s stopped you.

That lopsided grin can really wear a person down, you think.

But you’re moving around him, walking toward the small nook you’ve called your own for the past few years.

It’s a nice get-up. Barely hooded by the fissures and yet close to the bridge so you cater to topsiders. While you do have a nice view of the topside, you also get a good look at the innards of the lanes and personally you think it’s why you have this gangling brawn at your heels. But you dare not mention it because the lecturing and declarations of adoration are not worth it.

“You know I haven’t even gotten a hello since I came up to you.” he pouts, flopping down on your couch that’s too small for him and yet he insists on letting his long legs hang off like it’s the best seat in the house.

“Did you ever draw the conclusion that maybe you’re not welcome?” you tease, throwing a glance over your shoulder.

He gasps and slaps a hand to his chest. “Now, honey, that’s plain rude.” He shakes a finger at you and continues, “You love my visits. I even helped you with that heavy box.”

“I really didn’t need the help-” you sigh.

He hands you an empty pint bottle that vaguely smells of alcohol and watches as you vase the wildflowers in it. His wrapped knuckles nudge yours from where you’re holding the vase and you stop what you’re doing to see his thoughtful gaze on the drain. He glances, but the second he looks away from you his ears are burning red from where they peek between his shaggy brown tresses and it’s then you remember that he’s still your dopey, lovesick friend.

You bump your knuckles with his. Then upturned eyes flick up, glimmering as they usually are whenever they land on you. “Afternoon, Vander.”

He smiles and as soon as your back is to him, his arms are around your waist, and his front is flush to your back.

“This is why I don’t say hi anymore.” you groan, shoving out of his arms as it’s the only way he’ll allow you to move.

“Wait till Silco hears.” he sings. He tucks his hands into the loose fitting shirt he wears and his arms flex with the movement.

“That poor man.” you tsk and it’s Vander who is rolling his eyes. “Gonna talk his ear off all week.”

“Only before the match,” he mutters.

In the minute of silence you pray he keeps his mouth shut about it, but your couch groans when he springs up and you almost want to reconcile it because you feel the same way.

“Speaking of!”

“Ahh, come on-” you whine as he’s marching over to you.

Now you really think he’s stupid. Definitely. You’re scowling while you’re putting up liquor and he’s taking out vegetables, silently showing them to you because he’s not sure if he knows the difference between a shallot and an onion.

“We’ve talked about this.”

“You never come.” He leans on the counter, trying to gauge your reaction, but even as he pokes his lip out you’re unmoving. Little does he know one more second and he really would’ve had you. “Silco’s been to all of them-”

“He’s not getting beat half to death every week,” you seethe.

Vander takes a step back from where he sees you’re chopping vegetables rather.. harshly. He unconsciously folds his legs and his eyes flick up at you, “I… I do win, though.”

You stop cutting vegetables for a moment and turn to look at him. He swallows thickly as he forces himself to keep your sharp gaze that’s scanning his face and he really hopes you don’t notice the starch in his pants from it. His smile is nervous as he glances away from you briefly.

The knife you have pierces the wooden counter and he nearly jumps out of his skin. Vander, who fights people twice as buff as he is and who scares the living daylights out of enforcers when he strolls with you at night because he keeps the creeps away, jumps when you slam a knife into a counter.

“You think I want to watch you pummel someone until they tap out?” Your eyes aren’t harsh, but they hold a degree of austerity that makes him feel bad.

“So that makes me the bad guy?” he scoffs, folding his arms and glaring at the once rickety counter he helped you fix when you moved into this joint. “Cause I’m not smart like you or Silco and I pick fights.”

“I never said that. What makes you-”

“No.” He’s quick to shut you down and you sigh because there’s no stopping this. “What makes you think it’s so barbaric? Someone punches me and I punch back. Is that too pinkie up for you or something?”

That strikes a nerve. Ohh, it hurts, but damn it all like you’re gonna let him get away with that.

“I never said it was barbaric, I just wish you’d stop getting hurt so much and then come crawling to me like I want to see your face get bloody and purple.” You scoff and he doesn’t say anything from where his arms are crossed and he’s glaring at the floor. “What? I’ve had Silco in here because sometimes you get too cocky on a job-”

“What?” His glaring suddenly stops and you then realize that Silco did swear you to secrecy. Or had. But there’s really no backing down now.

“Silco has his off days, too. I get tired of all of this and knowing you go looking for trouble doesn’t comfort-”

Vander slams his hand on your counter and it cracks falling into a slant, but you’re too focused on the lug who can’t seem to keep a lid on his temperament.

“Fuck comfort.” He stands upright and cages you in, “Getting into a ring pays and if someone happens to get their ass kicked, that’s on them. I have to pay the bills too and not everyone has a head for inventing like Silco or goes to work on the topside like you.”

He’s got you caged between him and the counter, red flags are popping up every which way, but you have to keep your ground because that’s how it is. He needs to hear you and you want to understand him, but how is it relevant in the middle of this? He’s some loose strand in the tide, it’s not like he’s gonna stick around and you know in another month you’ll be something he used to chase and he’ll be back in that ring and parading around with Silco. It doesn’t matter.

You find those pretty eyes flaring with a monsoon and a darkening thunderstorm that reminds you of the times he’d come over to ‘wait out the rain’ and a brief flash of bliss runs through your mind. They’ll only matter so much. He’ll forget about it later and you shove him as hard as you can to move past him, but he’s on your heels still talking.

“Why can’t you buzz off?” you laugh bitterly as you come to a stop in your living room. “You’re the only one I know who will start a fight and obsess over it like some tweaked out dog.” You turn and that wary gaze on his face is back. It’s almost like earlier, but you can’t see the difference between the two. “Why don’t you stop following me around or better yet- get back in that ring you think is so enthralling? Get off on that high you love so much and go chasing after your next whim.”

He’s staring and can’t find it in himself to stop. After all this, that's all it is to you, he supposes. A whim. But the reason he shifts his weight and his shoulders sink is because now he's seeing eye to eye with you.

He breaks what feels like the longest silence he’s ever held.

“You don’t care, do you?” he holds a tone you can't recognize, but you associate it with people who piss him off after he's scored another win in the ring.

“Should I?” you ask, “Because it doesn’t seem like you even care about yourself.”

Vander's nose curls with a single huff he gives as a laugh. It's nothing like the boisterous echo that escapes his chest whenever you're bartending for them alone. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair and shrugs.

"I guess not," he mumbles.

He picks up the jacket you gifted him when he won his first match and shuts the door without as much of a peep.

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The true reason why Silco can never forgive Vander

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Modern Vi

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#I left what was left of my heterosexuality in this drawing #🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯#arcane #vi arcane

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Having pink hair and Jinx confuses you with Vi

Walking through the streets of Zaun you hold your bag close. Your real money was stuffed in the bottom of your shoes but a mugger wouldn't guess that if someone tried to jump you on your way home from work. You just finsihed a long shift and you were a mess. Not the best thing to be on these streets. Your hair was disheveled and you could only guess how easy a target you looked. As you passed food stalls and people selling their wares you wished you could stop and get something to eat but you had food at home and needed to save your coins.

Listening to the sizzle of food and feeling the thick steam and smog coming from the stalls and factory buildings, you grab your scarf to cover your mouth. Voices and sounds blur in the background and you keep your eyes straight ahead as you keep walking just wanting to get home.

"... Vi?" Continuing to walk through the busy streets of the UnderCity not realizing someone is calling for you as they follow you, you pause as you feel fingers graze your hood. Stopping to turn in case your in some kind of trouble someone takes the opportunity and grabs your arm. Looking at the blue haired girl who was gripping your jacket you pause as you've never met her before. She stares into your eyes and slowly tilts her head as if she's contemplating something. "Violet...?" She whispers.

Sruntching your face up confused you go to laugh at the misunderstanding when her grip tightens. Flinching as her nails dig into your skin through the jacket your wearing, she suddenly gets real close. Glancing around confused you notice other people backing away not wanting to get involved, dipping into alleys and avoiding the two of you.

"Violet it's you! It's really you!" Shaking your head slowly reaching for her hand you try and make her let go she won't.

"Hey I'm sorry you have-" You start but she simply wraps her arm around yours and squeezes it tightly interrupting you. She hugs herself into your side and your at a loss at what to do.

"Oh Violet I missed you so much! I thought you were dead! I forgive you a million times over for eveything that happened! Where have you been?" She demands and you just blink at her owlishy. Now concerned looking around for help you realize the once bustling street is almost completely empty. The only people still there are stand owners selling their wares and they avoid your gaze.

Swallowing you close your eyes taking a deep breath. Maybe she just got a little confused? Squeezing her hand you smile softly doing your best to stay calm in the situation. She clearly doesn't want your money as she could've easily pickpocketed you by now and you hadn't pissed any of the Chem Barons off so this wasn't you getting jumped. This was a confused possibly inhibited girl.

"... My... My name isn't Violet." You say with a strained customer smile and voice before you begin pulling at your arm trying to loosen her death hold grip. She doesn't let go and you just stare at her as she stares back. She tilts her head and you suddenly feel very uncomfortable with her gaze on you. "I'm sorry who are you?" You question and she hums softly lost in thought.

"Of yeahhhhhh. I look really different now huh?" She questions before giggling. "It's me! Remember? Jinx!" Jinx? Blinking as you scan your thoughts you wonder where you'd heard that name before? Did you know a Jinx?

"Okay well... Jinx I need to leave." You say softly as you pull at your arm again but like you thought would happen she still doesn't let go.

"Leave? Your trying to leave me?" She demands and you suddenly notice she has a gun and is slowly reaching for it. "You just got back. You can't leave..." She whispers with tears in her eyes. Too tired for this and feeling scared for your life you sign.

"Jinx. I'm sorry." You soothe as you reach up and carefully brush some loose hair out of her face tucking it behind her ear. "Whoever your looking for, whoever you think I am. I'm not them. I need to go but can I take you somewhere? Do you have any family nearby?" You question concerned about this girl being on her own in this fragile mental state.

Loosening her grip on your arm she nods slowly as if she's in shock. As if she's realizing your not who she thought you were. Still smiling at her she points into the distance. You glance where she's showing you momentarily not paying attention to her. Feeling a hard whack to the back of your head dots fill your vision as you stumble forward. Her hands are on you keeping you steady and her voice is distorted as she speaks to you.

"Hey Vi it's... it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry... it should only hurt a little when you wake up. I'm gonna take you home. I'm gonna take care of you okay?" Feeling dizzy as blood trickles from your mouth you groan in pain as your bodies shifted. "I can't loose you again. I can't. I'm sorry..." The girl mumbles as she slings your arm over her shoulder and begins dragging you away. She continues mumbling things but you can't hear her as it all fades to black.

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈

Sevika x reader

Chapter 2

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Warnings: Attempted abuse, power dynamics, violence

Summary: You must hurry if you want to fulfill the work that keeps you alive, however having Sevika attached to your back can be a hindrance... or a help.

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You didn't need to turn around to confirm her presence, her proximity took your breath away as if she were powerful enough to steal all the oxygen from the damn bar. You slid your index finger along the edge of your drink feeling how the cold branched out invisible around your finger, giving a pleasant tingling, trying to forget the danger that breathed over your still hurt never.

The boy who had handed you your glass looked at you from the other corner of the bar, not daring to approach, no one would have dared to speak to you at that moment. You didn't want to turn around, no matter how sore he was still from your recent attack you saw no point in facing the terrifying lady of Zaun head-on, your gaze finally investigated the misty room just beyond, the huge woman at your back was starting to draw too much attention.

"If you keep looking at me as if you were going to break me into a thousand pieces I won't be able to do anything," you murmured trying not to show the tremor in your voice. You heard her snort loudly before she walked away, it was like completely fresh air entering your lungs. You dared to look behind you to verify that Sevika had indeed gone to a table from where she could continue watching you from a distance.

You massaged over your face trying to clear the recent nerves. You had to act quickly and effectively. You tightly wrapped your hand around the cold glass and drank the entire liquid in one go, the burning taste ran from your throat to your nostrils but you didn't show any expression, a sweet trace was still on your tongue and you used that impulse to walk with To the makeshift dance floor, you still felt her eyes boring into the back of your skull, but you ignored her intent on concentrating on your task.

The sound of the bass walking through the walls and the floor ended up rumbling in your chest, you closed your eyes trying to forget the pain in your neck and began to sway to the rhythm of the music. You entered further into the crowd and the shaking bodies until you stopped feeling that heavy gaze on your back.

You adjusted your cleavage better before scanning the people around you, looking for some indicator that they weren't from the lanes, until you finally located it, boots too extravagant to be local, you were even surprised by their incredible neatness, considering that he had had to traverse the subway to get here.

You studied better the owner of such striking shoes, he was a full-fledged Piltie, from the tips of his feet to the last of his hair. But unlike his friends who shouted and acted as if they owned the place, this one was in a corner trying to go unnoticed, a complicated job with the size he carries.

You didn't notice that you had been looking at him for too long until your gaze met his. He quickly tore his eyes away from him, staring at the floor intently. You couldn't help but smile, he liked you.

You approached where he was, trying to make room among the people who didn't care about your presence. You saw him move uncomfortably in his place looking for somewhere to escape, but he was trapped between you and the wall. Running away from his group of friends wouldn't be very smart if he didn't know the place.

"What are you drinking?" You asked him innocently, you saw him look for help from his friends, but they continued in their own bubble trying to flirt with the waitress. He gulped, looking at you and before he could answer you, a heavy arm made him stumble.

“He can buy you one if you want babe," One of his friends had noticed your “intentions”." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, that guy could be your average Piltover ideal. Tall, idiotic, and conceited. You'd try to keep yourself away from them on a normal night, but today you depended on his help.

"Really? How nice,” you flirted playing with a strand of your hair, both looked at your body openly, for a moment you felt terrified that they might notice the marks on your neck, but the makeup had done a good job and the taller of the two friends smirked at you.

"Pretty." He whistled at the waitress who was quite entertained with one of his friends, "Another round here."

You repressed your desire to make a face, you smiled again at both of them. You spoke again, "I hadn't seen them here before. Do they come very often?"

The shyer one was about to answer you but his friend interrupted him again. "It's the first time that Francis is with us, with my friends we come quite often."

The waitress approached, he received the three drinks and looked at his friend who quickly understood and paid the girl back, muttering a soft thank you. “And you, doll? You're too pretty to be from this place."

You forced your laugh again, and perhaps hid a gag, he was easily one of the most insufferable people you'd ever had the misfortune to come across.

"I've never been to Piltover," you confessed. "But I imagine if everyone comes down here to the parties it must be boring there." You took a sip from the glass that they offered you without losing eye contact, you slowly passed your tongue over your upper lip seeing how both boys did not take their eyes off your lips.

"So Francis, it's your first time in Zaun. Are you enjoying yourself?" You turned your attention back to the smaller one.

“I do…” He opened his mouth to answer you but was interrupted… again.

"Hahaha Francis doesn't even go out in Piltover, I doubt he knows enough... By the way, doll, I'm Vincent." The dislike you had for Vincent was too much, but you couldn't be unpleasant with him, if you played your cards wrong he could leave and take his friend.

"Well, I guess you can still call me a doll," You joked, Francis shifted uncomfortably in his place. You saw him trying to leave but his friend's arm wrapped around him again so that he stayed in his place.

"Come on Fran, don't tell me you want to leave when we are so entertained with such a pretty girl." Despite the lack of lighting you noticed how his face turned a furious red, you felt bad for him, but you had more important things to deal with than his fragile masculinity.

"Am I boring you Francis?" You pronounced each syllable of his name slowly trying to sound as sensual as possible. She saw him open his eyes and his friend laugh out loud.

"No, no," he spoke hurriedly. "It's just that no girl that pretty had ever come up to talk to me... By herself." For a moment you felt guilty that you were about to take advantage of him, but you quickly pushed those thoughts out of your head. You took a step closer to Francis, almost leaving his stupid friend out of the conversation, hoping that he would understand your rather direct hint, but the idiot seemed to be obsessed with showing himself as "the alpha male".

"Franny is not very popular with bombom girls." One of his hands landed without permission on your waist, finally you couldn't avoid your face of disagreement, but you hid it effectively or so you thought because he didn't seem to show signs of letting go. Half pushing his friend, he positioned himself right in front of you. “He doesn't have a lot of experience, everything was contrary to me.” He laughed at his own joke. "What do you say? Don't you feel like having fun?"

"Oh I would love to, but I have to do some things... I'm so sorry..." You tried to put distance between the two of you but he just pressed your body closer to his.

"What? What thing?"

It's now or never.

"I need to take something to a friend, I'm so sorry..." You pouted.

"Come on doll, we were having such a good time... Francis will bring whatever you need." You saw Francis open his eyes in surprise at his friend's offer.

"What? No! Are you crazy! I don't know the underground."

"Don't worry, Fran," you intervened quickly. "It's in Piltover... Crossing the bridge." Vincent took advantage of the fact that you looked at his friend to bury his head in your neck, sniffing and kissing. You grabbed his shirt tightly so as not to complain about the pain, you no longer had open wounds, but the bruises that you had hastily made up were still tender on your flesh, hurting at the slightest touch. He misunderstood your gesture and kissed harder, you felt like crying when he sucked on an area of skin that was especially damaged.

You almost cried out in relief when he broke away to look at his friend who was still frozen in his place, not knowing what to do. "What are you still doing here?"

"No, wait, I'll give you the bag," you hurried to speak, you put your hands on the arms around your waist that ended up reluctantly letting go. It wasn't the initial plan, but it worked as long as the shimmer crossed the border, everything would be fine. "Wait for me here, I'll bring it to you right away."

You crossed the dance floor pushing people until you caught a glimpse of her, drinking what seemed to be her fifth pitcher of beer, Sevika carefully watched your every move, but you didn't dare look her in the face, you reached for the backpack she was carrying, resting by her side.

"You were taking too long," She grumbled, but you ignored her, before you could stand up properly her arm grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks, secretly thanking it was the real one and not the metal one. "This time make sure it crosses the border." You nodded quickly, but she didn't loosen her grip.

Her pupils slightly dilated from the alcohol, you were afraid that she would hurt you again but she simply continued looking at you until you understood. "Yes ma'am."

Her fingers released you, allowing you to stop correctly leaving a feeling of cold emptiness from where she had held you.

You didn't think about it anymore and you walked back to where the two boys were, hugging the backpack against you. You couldn't even imagine the possibility of losing it, this time everything had to go well, your life depended on it. Approaching the two boys you noticed that the rest of her friends had already left.

Carelessly, Vincent ripped your backpack out of your arms, nearly throwing it into Francis's arms. You stifled your cry of concern, but neither of them seemed to notice.

“Where do I have to take it?” Francis asked timidly.

"In the main square, in the portable toilets..." You paused because Vincent had wrapped his arms around your waist again and smelled your hair. "Leave it in the last cubicle, my friend will look for it there."

"In the bathroom? Don't you want me to give it to your friend?"

"No, not at all, you just..." Vincent kissed your jaw and neck again "Leave it behind the toilet, don't worry about it anymore "

"Okay..." He spoke without being very convinced. "And what am I-?"

"How many more damn questions do you have, Francis?" His friend interrupted him. "Do what the pretty lady tells you and shut your mouth for once." You didn't dare to say anything else, if with that the boy stopped asking questions you were satisfied.

"Okay, I guess I'll be off." Francis spoke despondently as he correctly slung his backpack on his back.

"Wait, we'll walk you to the bridge." The last thing you needed was to infuriate the terrifying lady and on the other hand you wanted to make sure she crossed the bridge correctly, Vincent's hand tightened on your waist dissatisfied with what you just said "My apartment is close, we can walk him to the bridge and go from there,” You promised him. “I know these streets, they are dangerous for a Piltie alone…”

Sighing, they accepted your proposal and the three of them made their way to the entrance of Piltover, Vincent's fingers did not leave your body at any time, keeping a slow pace, letting his friend go ahead. You felt guilty for using a boy that didn't seem to be bad and somewhat unpleasant in such a way for allowing a high-class imbecile to grope you so freely, but it was absolutely necessary for your task.

Arriving at the bridge you stopped a few meters before, staying away from the Enforcers' sight, as usual.

"Francis, remember, the last bathroom," you reminded again, the boy simply nodded with a sigh and walked towards the structure. You held your breath when one of the officers stopped him, there were quite a few people behind him, mostly young people and teenagers who were in the same situation as him.

Finally relax your muscles, the most difficult part had already passed, it only remained to trust that the boy would follow your instructions. You couldn't help but smile in relief that it went well, but Vincent put his hands on top of him again, erasing any trace of happiness from your face.

"Let's go to your house, doll," he murmured between kisses, resigned to you. Nodded, indicating that he follows you. It was the price you had to pay to get rid of five and a half liters of Shimmer. You took the boy's hand to guide him through the streets you knew by heart. Although Zaun was characterized as the city that never sleeps, it was unusually empty.

You glanced at the still unopened shops when without warning Vincent tugged on your hand dragging you into a small, slightly hidden alley. You let out a groan when your back hit hard against the wet wall.

Disgusting.

You squirmed trying to free yourself from his grip but he pushed you against the wall more decisively. "Hey, my house isn't too far away, can't you wait a second?" He didn't answer, he just silenced you by crashing his mouth against yours. You felt the bitter taste of alcohol, you hated it, you hated it so much.

His wandering hands unashamedly roamed each of your parts, as if he owned you. The moment he buried his face in your neck you couldn't help but scream, he was being too rough, fed up, you pushed him away from your body covering your neck with your hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You yelled at him angrily, you felt your neck throbbing with pain. Let him go to hell, his friend had already left and most likely he had already left that in the agreed place, you didn't have to do anything. "Fuck you idiot," you spat on the ground at his feet with rage, you hated him, you hated his class, you hated fucking Piltover.

Before you could leave he closed his hand on yours right on your neck, leaving you immobilized, you felt how your own hands exerted pressure on the wounds causing your eyes to fill with tears.

"Bitch, you're not going to leave me like this now," he spoke to you just as outraged.

"Fuck you!" You spoke with difficulty. But before he could activate a force again, he was pushed away from your sight, someone crashing him against the opposite wall causing some debris to fall. Still holding your neck you looked at Sevika standing beside you, her terrifying and deadly metal arm exposed.

The scars on her face shone more powerfully revealing her use of shimmer to be able to move her arm, for a moment you feared for yourself too, but she didn't even look at you, she just continued with her eyes fixed on Vincent who was lifting.

"What's wrong bitch?" You shrank in your place when you saw how the scream, between the two you were much more terrified of Silco's right hand, the stupid boy had no chance.

"What's wrong with you boy?" She roared. "You all think you own the fucking subway, but guess what... I eat little men like you raw in one bite." Her eyes glowed with dangerous sparks, and you'd be lying if you didn't say you enjoyed it a bit, although the pain in your neck and now back didn't allow you to be completely comfortable.

You saw how Sevika threw him about five feet into the air, you knew she had a lot of strength, you had barely experienced one percent of it, but it's still amazing how easily she controls it. Vincent barely got up and ran through the same place they had arrived.

With the help of the wall behind you, you got up, you didn't look at her, fearing to take a part of her anger with you, but she continued looking in the direction that the boy had left. You quickly arranged your clothes before noticing that your skirt had ripped almost exposing your panties, you sighed quietly, drawing Sevika's attention.

"Are you okay, girl?" she asked nonchalantly.

“Yes," you replied. “Thank you for… that."

"It's nothing, Silco still needs you alive," she explained as you did nothing but nod, you wanted her to turn around and leave the same place as that idiot Vincent, but she remained still in her place. "You should be careful who you get involved with, if you don't know how to fight at least don't mess with people who could beat you up." In other circumstances you would have laughed, but each exhalation made your throat burn.

You put together both torn pieces of your skirt to hold them together with your hand, you deeply regretted this loss, you didn't have many nice clothes, they were incredibly expensive, while you were thinking how you could fix them when a heavy cloth settled on your shoulders almost covering your body (completely/mostly).

You looked at Sevika in surprise, her heavy red cloak now almost completely encircling you, heavy, warm, and slightly smelling of expensive cigarettes.

“You don't have to do that.” You shrugged her shoulders trying to get it off her, but the grande dame just fastened it by muttering about how you couldn't walk the streets naked.

"Come on girl, I'll take you home, I need to know that you arrived alive."

"It's ironic," your tongue spoke before your brain could process correctly, she looked at you for you to continue. "That if something goes wrong you will be the one to end my life."

"Then don't be stupid and do your damn job", she replied simply. "Walk," she ordered.

You carefully lifted the part of the cloth that was dragging on the ground and walked in front of it, taking special care not to rub against her metallic arm, that artifact was still the protagonist of your nightmares.

"Thank you," you spoke again. "For the cape"

"I'm not giving it to you, you'll return it to me first thing in the morning, but I don't want to fight with more idiots along the way."

“Sure… Thanks anyway…”

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

Jinx x reader

Words: 1.2 k

Warnings: Toxic relationships

Summary: You feel in danger and turn to the person you trust the most, forgetting that she is also very dangerous

Note: I thank @eexphoria who always corrects my English mistakes <3

Note II: It's a request, but I lost the user who requested it, I'm very sorry :,( I hope it reaches that person.

In case you are interested, the requests are open

Crossing the door frame, you felt all your hair stand on end, as if you were in imminent danger. You sighed heavily before pulling a hood over your head and leaving the apartment, but that anxiety was still embedded deep within you and seemed to grow with every step you took.

You looked back countless times, it was as if you had eyes fixed on the back of your neck, but you couldn't recognize their origin, which made the danger alarms go off. You were no longer invisible like you were years ago, dating the daughter of the eye of Zaun not only made you known, it also put a giant red target on your back.

Taking advantage of a narrow street to your right and you turned without thinking, you had the urge to leave the main street, but that feeling continued as if nothing had happened. You got carried away when you put your hand on the handle of a knife that you always carried in your pocket, you can never be careful enough in the Underground.

It was promising to glimpse Jinx's laboratory among the old buildings, it was like a beacon in the middle of the gloomy darkness that had already clouded your judgment. You continued to feel that presence behind your back, but each time closer, stronger, more dangerous.

You walked through the heavy metal door without bothering to knock, in the last few months you had spent more time in that chaotic laboratory than in your own home. You hurried through broken glass and bits of metal looking for that toxic blue head but found no sign of it.

“Jinx? Are you here?" You called out to her, but your only response was the echo from the walls of the room. This was beginning to look like a fucking horror movie, you turned, intending to leave but you came across the thin body of the person you were looking for. You endured the cry of fright at seeing her so close and you could only move away a few steps because of the impression, although she didn't leave you much room for escape since she advanced the same steps that you backed up keeping the same distance.

"Where were you?" she asked simply. You couldn't help but swallow hard at that question, you still couldn't understand how she was behind your back and you didn't even hear her breathe.

You hesitated before answering. "At home." Your chest was oppressed by the lie, but you couldn't tell her the truth. "How long have you been after me?"

She looked you up and down with her bright puppy dog eyes before smiling. “Do you want to see something cool?”

You didn't have time to answer her before she dragged you by the arm through her workshop. You were still alert, something in your brain told you that something was not quite right, but you forced yourself to ignore it, after all, now you were with Jinx and she would protect you from everything.

Right?

"Look at this!" She led you to what looked like a large fishbowl, entirely glass with metal rims. It seemed strange to you, why would your girlfriend want a giant fish tank? She didn't like animals, the possibility that she could build it for Silco crossed your mind, but it was unlikely. You looked at her waiting for an explanation about her new invention and she couldn't help but smile more excitedly. "Come in." She indicate, opening a door that she had always been there.

“No," you protested, “what is that?”

She sighed and groaned like a little girl, she stopped swinging her weight on the door to get closer to you, for a second you thought she would push you inside it by force, but Jinx just put her hands on your cheeks. She was freezing, her hands were always cold, but right now more than usual, you put your own hands on top of hers in an attempt to give her some warmth.

"Come in, for me," her forehead rested against yours, you felt how her body trembled slightly, you dropped your hands to surround her waist bringing her even closer to you. She allowed you, letting go of your face, she buried her face in the hollow between your neck and shoulder, breathing hard there.

"What's wrong Jinx? You know you can tell me everything…”

"Where were you really?" You heard her sobbing.

You closed your eyes in defeat, your hands did not stop caressing the entire length of her back with care, feeling her shudder when you reached her bare waist. "Do I really have to tell you?"

Her cold hands settled on your shoulders to shove you away from her, "If you're going to leave me for another fucking bitch get out of here now!" More tears escaped from her eyes, you couldn't avoid the guilt eating you for not telling her the truth from the beginning.

"Please Jinx, don't be silly, I would never change you"

You tried to move toward her, but she backed away still hurt, avoiding looking at her face. You had hurt her, shit.

“Then why did you go to that apartment in the north zone huh? Is that where your new fucking girlfriend lives? The pieces of the mental puzzle finished coming together and you finally understood all the confusion, she was that strange energy that you felt she was watching you.

"Do you really think I'm capable of doing that?" You must admit that it hurt that she saw you able to cheat on her like this, especially when you were doing it for her, but seeing her so hurt by her tugged at more heartstrings than your own feelings.

Jinx turned her body in the direction of the big fish tank with her back to you, you called her again, so she would stop behaving so childishly and you could explain the situation to her, but she didn't turn for a second. You looked carefully at her striking blue hair trying to think some way to get his attention "Jinx, it was your fucking birthday present" You finally confessed. You saw her shoulders relax for a second before glancing at you.

"What thing…"

"Yeah, I heard a rumor that a guy made the best metal prosthetics in Zaun and you've been complaining that there are some parts that are impossible to get... I wanted to see if... Well he sold me some pairs... I planned it to be a surprise"

Again before you could react the young woman pounced on you hugging you to such an extent that it almost took your breath away, you felt how the soles of your feet lifted slightly from the floor when she shook you from left to right, she was thin but extremely strong.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, don't be mad at me, I was so scared that you wanted to leave me like Vi. I'm really sorry, sorry, sorry"

"Never doubt that I love you darling." She released you from her grip just enough so that you were free to crash her lips against hers. "And now I must think of another birthday present."

"I don't need anything, with you being with me is enough"

"Jinx?"

"Yes my love?"

"Were you planning to lock me in the giant fish tank?"

There was a silence.

"...Maybe... Only if you didn't tell me the truth... Sorry about that"

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𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

Ekko x reader

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Summary: You thought it would be fun to borrow your boyfriend's clothes, but it seems kind of inconvenient for a mission.

"Baby, have you seen my suit?"

You heard Ekko's voice from the room, but you didn't pay much attention to it as you continued modeling in front of the mirror. You lowered the mask that rested on your head to cover your face and continued posing ignoring your boyfriend's complaints from the other room.

Without giving it much importance, you also took the dark jacket that did not belong to you to complete the costume.

“Bang bang, Silco! I shit on you and your shimmer!” You made a makeshift gun with your fingers pointed at your reflection. You had to admit that with this new look you had much more menacing than with your usual clothes.

"You could have warned me that I don't need to keep looking" Ekko interrupted your show from the doorway, you stopped posing to look at him annoyed. "Come on baby, I need the jacket and the mask, we leave in fifteen." He approached you trying to take his mask but you dodged his hands.

"No," you complained. "I really like this new look. It makes me terrifying!" You shot him with your finger guns but he didn't flinch, he just continued with his hand outstretched, at his lack of reaction you rolled your eyes, you walked to the room with the individual following your steps, you took your own mask from the nightstand and handed it to him.

“Wha- no! I want my mask… And my coat!”

"Come on handsome, just this once." You lifted the material that covered your face so that you could look at him better. "I like that it has your scent." You smiled when you saw how the slightly dark red color rose on his face, although he managed to hide it a little because of the face paint he recently made.

"I don't have time for this, it's time to go." He tried to catch you but you dodged him again, laughing, climbing over the bed to put distance.

"Come on baby, it's for luck."

You let him get closer until he caught you around the waist to make sure you didn't run away again, you let yourself fall against him. You loved being close, in his arms, close enough to feel his breath. Without being able to contain yourself you brushed his lips lightly keeping the tip of your nose next to his, you would have stayed there an eternity if it wasn't because at the base of the tree half a dozen people were waiting.

"I'll give you luck," you told him "And I'll be glued to your back the whole mission until we get back home." You slid your hands from his shoulders to his inflated biceps "Also... I like how you look sleeveless."

He laughed helplessly. You glued your lips together again, this time staying that way longer.

"It's time to go princess" He freed your waist, for a moment you thought he would snatch the mask from you, but he simply lowered it on your face placing it in its correct place, you couldn't help but smile victoriously while he took the one that normally belonged to you.

You hurried down the trunk of the tree, seeing them, the others did not miss the opportunity to make mocking comments of their companions, but you did nothing but ignore them. You had won the battle, you had the coat and the mask, no matter what they said the rest.

"Fine, I need your attention," Ekko began, making the laughter stop. He unfolded a map of Zaun in the center of the round "This... Is the place where we suppose the people of Silco keep their reserves of shimmer." He kept a factory marked on the map that years ago had been dedicated to bottled water. "If we destroy it, we will be able to destabilize the entire shimmer market in the city…”

“How are we going to destroy all that? That building is huge,” your pink-haired friend asked.

"With Ekko we already studied the building," you said. "At first glance, it seems abandoned, but they keep everything underground, it's mega flammable, if we blow up a single barrel everything will explode to hell. The structure is old, everything will collapse."

"That place must be guarded as shit."

"That's why we're leaving now, in half an hour they change the guard and the terrace is left unattended for a few minutes, that's our window."

You looked at your friends waiting for confirmation, they all nodded in agreement, they had never pulled off such a big hit and if all went according to plan they could wobble the eye of Zaun from his tower.

Without further ado, everyone took their own boards, but when looking for yours you couldn't find it until you noticed your boyfriend who was holding both of them, you approached to claim yours but he picked it up leaving it out of your reach.

“Aren't you going to ask to use my board too?” Your smile hid behind the mask.

"No, that's exclusive... Like a toothbrush."

"Are toothbrushes exclusive?" He joked.

"Come on, I don't like yours, it's slow."

You took advantage of his distraction to snatch it from him, you also wanted to escape but he stopped you by holding your wrist. “Remember baby, behind me, you're my good luck charm.” You pulled your mask halfway up to lock your lips to hers again.

“Everything will be alright,” you promised. “We are going to overthrow that son of a bitch, he's going to pay for everything…”

…

Everything was kept in an unnatural stillness, you didn't even dare to breathe too hard, the only thing that interrupted that sepulchral silence was the endless murmur of the city. The darkness offered a perfect cover for you and the other firelights, staring at the factory from a neighboring structure, waiting for the boy who was walking up and down the terrace to leave.

You finally dared to take action when the guard came down the small door to go home. You correctly placed your hood and standing firmly on the board you glided to the ledge leaving a slight bright trail in your wake, you watched your teammates do the same, synchronized, working as a team.

They landed trying to be as stealthy as possible, you stood behind the old door waiting for the new guard to enter, Ekko on the other hand climbed the small structure waiting for the new intruder from above. You strained your ears, listening to his every footstep, steps groaning, heavy boots.

When a head barely poked through the door your partner landed on him hitting his head hard enough to knock him unconscious. You hurriedly moved the body out of the way and, with the help of your friend, immobilized its limbs in case it woke up.

With your eyes you looked for your boyfriend, who made a sign with his hand, no one else was going up, everything was going according to plan. You carefully slung your board on your back and they continued through the entrance, down the inconveniently noisy stairs.

Floor by floor, with extreme stealth they were knocking out the guards one by one, a building that was simply abandoned could not be so guarded by anything. As they continued to descend the anxiety grew, when you reached the door that connected to the underground you could almost taste the success.

"Evacuate the building," you ordered. "I'll take care of the rest."

It wasn't just the ultimate mission, it would be a crucial blow to the man who ruined your and your friends' lives, the beginning of the perfect revenge.

Before you could touch the doorknob, your boyfriend's hand stopped you. "I'm coming down with you."

“No,” you stated. “This is personal."

“It is also for me… He didn't ruin only your life."

"Ehhh guys, can you help me with this?" You looked at your group, one of the newer guys had problems with his board that just turned on sparks. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, something that no one noticed because you had your face hidden, it annoyed you that something always went wrong in the mission. If one of the boards failed it would be difficult for everyone to leave without a trace.

"Help him," you told your boyfriend. "I'm going to check the basement, I promise I'll wait for you to blow this place to hell."

Ekko stared at you before giving in and helping the boy with his board, you decisively turned the knob and slammed the door open. You could barely see the bottom of the stairs, but a yellow label on a barrel seemed to glow in the dark.

Bingo!

You quickly went down to find a place much larger than the surface of the factory filled with barrels with the same label. Your only illumination came from the door that led to the outside, you studied the place carefully trying to spot a wall that would indicate the end or the beginning, but instead you found yourself with a flash of an unknown metal.

The door to the outside slammed shut, leaving you completely in the dark. In a panic, you spun on your own axis trying to prevent the imminent attack but just at the same time a hard object hit you in the neck knocking you to the ground.

Everything felt far away, you were about to fall unconscious, but you knew that this would be your death sentence. The knocks on the outside door could be heard powerfully but it didn't seem to show signs of opening.

"He's the damned leader, Silco will pay us a fortune if we take his head to him." You managed to distinguish some distant voices that didn't come from your friends.

“How do you know who the leader is?”

“Look at his clothes, he is the same one who attacked one of the barons”

Shit, the clothes. You try to lift your head off the ground, but a foot quickly lands on top of you, knocking you back onto the concrete.

"And how do you propose we get out of here genius?"

"There's an emergency exit, it's not on the plans, I can go find Sevika and..."

The door shook with a loud bang but still couldn't see, you felt your face being pressed even harder against the ground.

“You can't leave me alone! If something happens to the shimmer we are dead!”

You growled, writhing on the ground, trying to escape the weight of the boot that seemed to seek to break your skull. Without you expecting it, a hand took your coat, lifting you from the ground with a jolt. You moved your hands quickly trying to hit your captor, but the difference in size was considerable, he took one of your fists and squeezed it in his hand. You screamed when you felt your bones crack.

"How many?" He asked you, you grunted again in response. His hand that had previously surrounded your hand wrapped around your neck, lifting your feet off the ground. "I want to see the faces of these idiots when they see how I broke their leader's neck."

You kicked in a futile attempt to free yourself, the lack of oxygen, the pain in your hand and head made thinking more difficult. But you were determined to live, you heard one more explosion against the door, you reached your good hand up your back to the switch on your board and when your eyelids felt heavy you activated it.

With an explosion your board lit up ready to fly, it didn't hurt anyone but it was enough to distract your captors. You kicked the one holding you in the stomach causing him to let go of you, unhooked your board from his back, and quickly hit the second one in the head knocking him to the ground.

You concentrated all your strength in your arms, you raised the heavy metal device to hit the one holding you off the ground in the face, leaving a fairly noticeable wound, your eyes focused on one of the barrels.

Exploit. Now.

Taking advantage of the fact that your table was falling apart, you used one of its sharp parts to open one of the barrels, your face lit up by the purple glow that the thick liquid gave you. From the pocket of your jacket (or rather your boyfriend's) you took out a previously prepared string to dip it in the glitter but an arm wrapped around your neck dragged you backward.

"You're going to kill us all, you fucking asshole." You hit him in the stomach with your elbow and took advantage of the momentum to headbutt him, the back of your head protesting the blow but you continued anyway. With the explosions more people of Silco would come shortly, you didn't have time.

Hopefully you will reach the door before the basement catches fire and your friends will be protected during the explosion, with their boards they will have enough time to get out of there before it collapses.

With trembling hands, you took the lighter trying to create a stable flame, but it just sparked. You screamed in frustration, but the noise of your board shorting caught your attention, you had thrown it a few meters away, it was split into two throwing sparks from the damaged fans colliding with each other.

Very well. New plan.

You stood at the back of the barrel, grabbed its edges, and with all your strength began to push it so that it spilled out. If you're lucky, you might reach the door before the shimmer catches the spark.

"Are you crazy dude?! You are going to kill us!” You heard one of the men yell at you, but it was too late, as the barrel lurched forward you began to run to the door, not even taking a second to look back, you quickly undid the lock and pushed the heavy door out of your way. but just when you saw the light coming from outside, a loud rumble resounded throughout the subsoil and the shock wave pushed you against the metal that previously held you captive, knocking it down.

“This is falling apart! We're leaving now!" It could be Ekko's voice, although the beeping in your ear did not make your hearing very reliable, some arms lifted you from the ground completely lax and you let yourself go, the last thing you could see before falling unconscious was the brightness of the fire coming out of the basement and another explosion accompanying it.

…

Opening your eyes was painful, the light from the outside hurt your sensitive pupils, you closed them again, this time with force moving your head away from the light source. But as you did, your entire neck tensed with a twitch making you groan.

That's when you noticed a second body lying next to you. "Hey sleepyhead, I thought you might want to rest for one more day." Ekko's voice is unmistakable, especially when he tries to speak in a lower tone than usual.

"I'm hungry." You managed to open your eyes a little.

"They say that sick people who eat don't die, so we're fine." You let out a groan in response, the accumulated hair on your forehead was beginning to bother you, but when you reached out your hand to move it, your boyfriend stopped you. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You looked more closely at your completely bandaged and immobilized hand, you were aware that it began to throb with pain, you were too screwed.

"Did everyone get out?" Asked.

"Yep, it would have been a perfect mission if it weren't for almost blowing yourself up, but other than that..."

"Yes... Everything hurts... It's the last time I do it "

"I hope so..." His tone of voice changed to a more somber one. "I really was very scared when that door closed." You stretched out your good hand to attract him to where you were, very carefully he rested his head on your chest "I heard everything... Shit it was a bad idea to let you leave you with my clothes, baby."

"Shhh... None of this was your fault." You scratched your head with your fingers. "I'd love to see that son of a bitch's face when he finds out we destroyed his warehouse." You couldn't help but laugh, although your torso aching made you stop.

"It's not funny, baby... If I had lost you..."

"You're not going to lose me..." You forced him to raise his head to look at you. "I love you and... My only regret is that I destroyed my board." You pouted. "Are you going to build me another one?"

“Yes baby, I will build you the necessary ones… Just try not to break any more bones."

"Deal it is then," you sealed the promise with a kiss.

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