Jinx X Reader - Blog Posts
Here me out, necromancer! Jinx and zombie! Reader.
That's it that's the post.
I did it. Sorta.
CHAMOMILE DREAMS
Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader
Ofc reader is written to be of any color or body type
And I apologize if you don't like chamomile tea
And you are hinted at being taller than jinx (blink and you'll miss it type hint)
(Name) is adorable and oblivious and very gay.
I don't own shit
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(Name) rests her head against the balconies steel bars. The young woman sets down her heated mug, opening her leather book again to read the words.
The calming scent of chamomile wafts through the silent air, for once all of piltover settled in for a quiet night. (Name) knows she shouldn't be out here, if her mother or sister were around they'd both rightfully scold her. "What if the jinx was watching?!"
Right now she doesn't care. The night breeze felt nice against her skin and the moon looked beautiful from her spot by the balcony. Jinx or not nothing would ruin her alone time.
The (haircolored) girl laid her palm upwards on her crossed thigh, the other holding her book still while she read the tiny inked words.
Her bottom lip catches in her teeth, biting back a smile, legs shifting out from under her and lifting soundlessly up into the air. The young woman forcing down the fat squeal that almost rips from her throat. Not wanting to disturb any poor lurking people nor reveal her location to her mother.
But she was just so happy! The two main leads had just shared their first kiss after such a strenuous and exasperating miscommunication.
(Name) in her joy, let's out a barely heard giggle, swallowing it back down instantly and embarrassesly covering her lower face with her hand. Idiot! Mother definitely heard that.
The sudden sound of scurrying feet and scattered rocks is heard. (Name) immediately pauses on the balcony. Going completely still in fear and embarrassment as she strains her ears to listen only to the almost silent wind. The book is closed (and bookmarked thank you very much) in her lap, she closes her eyes, expecting at any moment for Cassandra kirraman's disappointed voice to fill the already tense air.
Instead, she hears a raspy teasing one. "I didn't know pilities came out after dark."
At the sound of her voice, (name) lifts her head, her (eyecolor) irises falling on the figure of a woman who narrowed hers slightly, she looks to be around (name)'s age. The woman before her isn't very tall, maybe a little shorter than average, and (name)'s on her knees, though her stance and general untouchable demeanor definitely added on some height. Her long azure hair looked carefully braided into two perfect plaits, thrown around her shoulder, strands slightly touching the ground.
A smidge of what looked like ash or cinder had been wiped into her cheek, as if she ran a dirty hand along the tough pale skin.
Upon looking at her, (name) couldn't help but feel a dash of envy, she's so pretty. Her nose, straight and buttoned uniquely patterned freckled covered the expanse of it, (a nose (name) would have KILLED for in when she was younger), lips downturned and perfectly pouty, beautifully suited for her face. Who was this woman?
(Name)'s eyes quickly rove up her figure, not able to see much due to the obscure moonlight, eyes instead shooting up to her magenta shining ones. The unnamed woman before her quirks a dark eye brow up in question, sidesteping a little and placing something that name couldn't see behind her back.
What's the-Oh- Get it together (name) she asked you a question.
(Name) shakes her head, ridding herself of any further clustering thoughts and clears her throat. "Um, h-hi?" The girl curses herself mentally for stuttering, she never stutters.
"H-hi." The blue haired girl mocks her with a shake of her head, her hand raises slowly to give her a small finger wag.
(Name) closes her fingers around the book. Holding it to her chest as she struggled to think of what to say.
"I can practically see the cogs turnin' in your brain toots don't even bother." The woman in front of her gives a small huff of a laugh, enclosing her hands around her arms in a hug as she stared down at the poor girl.
"You're really pretty." The words slip out before (name) can stop herself, forming quickly on her tongue and fumbling out of her lips faster than she could've taken them back. (Name) wants to crawl in a hole and die. The bewildered look the woman gives her alone is almost enough for her to build up the courage to jump off the balcony.
The (haircolored) girl tightens her hold on the book in her grip. Screwing her eyes shut as she waited for something, anything from the individual in front of her.
Muttering is heard in front of her, low and rapid, almost too fast for (name) 's brain to comprehend.
"Of course!-"
"No i didn't forget-"
"Shut up!"
The last one is more if a whispered shout. Her voice grew slightly louder, (name) winces hoping neither of her overprotective family members heard the sudden noise.
The bluenette notices (name)'s movement rather quickly. And seems to calm down at that, growing quiet as a tense silence filled the air.
Twenty seconds later, the girl speaks up. "Thank you." Her voice was so, different. Soft and harsh at the same time. Raspy as if she'd been holding herself back from throttling the closest person to her. Angry, she sounded forever angry. (Name) can't help but wonder why. She's obviously from the undercity, she was most likely just another poverty stricken kid that slipped through the proverbial cracks. Or literal. But it was soft. As if it broke years ago, and had been scattered ever since. Distant and almost, hollow.
(Name) opens her mouth, forcing her brain to draw any semblance of a thought together. Ask her her name, how old she is, something!
Sadly, getting choked up before she could get a word out. Embarrassment flowing over her as she shut her mouth again. The woman doesn't notice.
"Hm." The bluenette tilts her head, almost as if she had been responding to someone else's words. Keeping her flaming pink irises trained on the night gown clad (name) in front of her.
Her cheshire hues stare into names (eyecolor) and reflect a sense of, drowning? Like the mysterious girl had been beautiful siren that (name) had knowingly gotten too close to. Now sinking under the waters surface silently with only the light bubbles escaping her screaming throat. Though, they give her a sense of relief as well, a sense of calm before the literal storm. As if in her last moments she'd been comforted by the very same murderous monster, her lithe pale arms encircling around her whilst she shushed her into an eternal sleep, dragging her body further under the fuschia colored waves.
To (name)'s disappointment, the blue haired woman slowly starts to back away from the terrace. Slinking into the moonlights darkness with only the clinking of metal alerting name that she was even there.
(Name) watches her leave, silently wishing for her to come back. She's gone all to quickly, a quiet laugh being the only thing left of her soon enough.
The (hair colored) girl finds herself outstreching her arm to were the strange girl just stood. A sense of sadness filling (color)ette at the thought of never seeing her again.
Though, she doesn't let that show, instead picking up her book, furiously searching for the previous page, a soft sigh leaving her once she reaches it. This is all a dream. She thought. You'll wake in your bed the next morning finding that you've been there all along.
The surprisingly ambrosial mixture of bubblegum, gunpowder and gasoline that stayed there long after she left begged to differ.
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I don't know of I'm all that confident in this but I delivered!
This will might have a follow up, might not.
What if, caitlyn had a younger sibling who jinx was high key actually smitten with? Like full on looking up romantic ways to woo reader and seriously flirts with reader whenever she gets the chance?
Nobody really knew how it happened, (reader probably just showed jinx sympathy and care when they didn't know each others identities and has a sleeping beauty moment.) And jinx internalizes and latches on to r because of it.
Obvi it's alternate, where the storyline isn't as fucking angsty-
Vi finds it hilarious (yet a little hypocritical) since ya know, canon. And caitlyn very much disapproves but can't really do much about it. Reader at first is oblivious and just thinks she wants to be good friends but later on is actually the first one to kiss her. I'm rambling let me stop-
Jinx: I hate my last name.
(Name) : Why?
Jinx: Because it's not your last name😏
(Name):
Jinx:
(Name): baby, neither of us have last names-
(Name) : Can you please be serious for five seconds?
Jinx : My record is four, but for you, I'll see what I can do.
(Name) and jinx's first meeting;
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Jinx: *talking about (name) * I can take them.
Vi: In a fight, right?
Jinx:
Vi: *visibly concerned* In a fight right?!
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Alternate
Caitlyn: Don't worry (name), I know she might seem intimidating but just, imagine her in her underwear or something.
(Name): Oh I already was.
Vi: Why are you smiling?
Jinx: What? Can't I just be happy?
(Name): Caitlyn tripped and fell in the parking lot
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TITLE. All I Have IN SHORT. clingy!jinx X reader "I Can't lose you too." | made with WLW in mind. CROSSOVER. Arcane: League of Legends X Cyberpunk 2077 WC. 1,555 CR. official art [ Arcane: League of Legends ] this is the outside of jinx's place that i tried my best to describe lmao TALKING. first ever fanfic. send any healthy criticism, i'd love that! at first it was ripperdoc!jinx but i had no idea where i was going with this tbh so i just went with clingy jinx lmao. and apparently jackie died differently in this teehee. might seem ooc, yikes. did I eat with this one yall? lmk :( PROJECT BEGUN. 11/30/2024 this took me awhile HAH! ACT. iii
Night City was bustling with people cheering and yelling, the disruptive revving of car engines speeding down the wide streets, the cool night air whispering past your skin, your hands comfortably resting in the pockets of your pants, your right hand holding onto your keys hidden inside the pocket, and your head slightly lowered as you stride past other people on the packed sidewalk. Your knuckles carry a faint throbbing ache that you're awfully familiar with. The night sky makes the ads displayed practically on every building look more vibrant than in the daytime. Your heart felt heavy, burdened by an overwhelming wave of sorrow and distress, while your composure dangled precariously, clinging on by the slightest thread.
You slip past multiple distracted spectators watching the race in Little China, occasionally bumping into others as you make your way through the other side of the crowd. Headlights whipping by, the smell of body sweat and alcohol invaded your nostrils. Your left-hand rises from your pocket to push a bystander to the side, finally making it out of the crowd to the other side, your main focus on reaching out to someone you held dear after a hot minute of your absence.
The street life drained you in ways you knew you'd be in if it meant you'd stay afloat in Night City. As the days went by including you sending little to no messages to Jinx, backstabbers were left sniffling the ground you walk after you're done with them, biz dealing with individuals where you can't always put your guard down, foolish gangoons pushing their luck with you. Being protective of what's rightfully yours, or taking from the more fortunate, getting to the top meant having every advantage you could get, and then you'll have a better chance to get far in this line of dangerous work.
After another minute of walking alone, the sounds of the people's voices faded as you made a right turn, chip bags, bottles, garbage bags, and papers lightly blown about, all this junk on the ground was a normal sighting in this inescapable city. As you walked further into a narrow alleyway, you stood in front of a gate that stopped you from moving forward, cyberpunk lighting coming from the street lamp behind it brought the otherwise dreary alleyway into.. something somewhat lively, and homey. You can give it that.
At the end of the alleyway were colorful chalk drawings of angry cartoonish monkeys and smack dab in the middle of the wall was a portrait of a little girl beautifully drawn by You and Jinx's hands on the brick wall. Pink wires as the background, and the two words "POW POW!" written above her head were drawn in a sprite shadow font. A soft smile touched your lips, the drawing carried a heavier purpose of memorabilia after little Isha's passing, and the relationship you three shared, you and Jinx cherished it. Pulling your right hand out from its pocket, multiple keys held together by a ring jingled from your hand movements, eyes scanning over all of them to land on a basic, silver key.
Holding it between your thumb and index finger, you insert the key into the slot and steadily turn it to unlock the gate. Shoving the keys back into your right pocket, you push it open with your forearm, stepping through the gate door, you close it behind you and quickly move toward the steps, the soles of your worn-out shoes softly thud against the concrete as you walk up the short set of stairs. You halt all your movement when you stand right in front of the entrance to Jinx's place. Rock music booming in the confines of the room's four walls was muffled by the metal door firmly standing in your way.
Letting out a barely audible breath, anticipating the argument you're going to walk yourself into. You swiftly repeat your actions by unlocking the door to her place. As you step through the threshold of the doorframe, slamming the door behind your back, your eyes are immediately met with a woman's slender figure in the middle of the room, aiming a gun your way that'd gradually lower to her left side as your recognizable appearance instantly brought her eyebrows to rest from its tight frown, her wide stare softened faintly. Her expression gradually faded into something resembling ease and a drip of irritation. The lightly worn-out leather chair behind her spun, showing the urgency and haste in her movement when met with anything that could quickly lead to life or death.
"Ah, Y/N." Drawing your name out with false unenthusiasm and unrestrained annoyance that had an underlying sense of harmlessness to it. "Popping in after ghosting me for three days?" Her voice was raspy, her upper lip subtly curling upwards. Violet-red eyes holding you in your place, her head tilting a little to the side, her jagged side bang obscuring her right eye, making her dark eyebags more notable because of the pink lighting in the room. She placed the gun in her left hand on the metal table beside her, turning down the rock music playing through the phone with the same hand without delay. Her hands clasped together behind her back as she sauntered over to you, stopping her movement when she was just a foot away from you, her head leaning in a tad bit, her right hand rising to roughly press her index finger against your chest.
"Why were you gone for so long? You know I don't like it when you're gone for that long." It was heavy, the unblinking stare and the want simmering in her heart urging her to close the gap between the both of you.
"Fixer hooked me up with a job that included insane amounts of eddies but- a lot went wrong. And I…" You held it together in the first half of your sentence but you couldn't hold it together forever. Every single second you were left alone with your thoughts the morning after the job was finished, losing Jackie that night, the man who earnestly stood by you since you started doing biz, a man you trusted, the gunfight following as soon as the brief, intense, and loud burst of noise of a pistol going off, the bullet hole left in his forehead, blood seeping from it. He was gone, in such a short time-frame. You'd spent time outside of work with him, fought together, and saved each other from sticky situations- This loss on top of Isha's was a pierce to your solid heart harder than you prepared for.
Just speaking on anything relating to losing someone important to you, first Isha, now Jackie.. You had to see Jinx, after going through that, you couldn't sit alone in your apartment that felt so void without anyone occupying it other than you, and being alone with your thoughts wasn't ideal. "Ahh… I just can't lose you too, Jinx. I'd rather it'd be me in harm's way, y'know?" Your eyes heat up. Darting, staring anywhere but at the woman standing right in front of you. Your bottom lip curls in for your upper teeth to bite down on it for a moment. Tears threaten to spill out.
She's all you have left.
A palm, warm to the touch, cups one side of your face, tenderly ushering you to look at her, tugging you out of the deep pit that is the fear consuming you. Her eyes meet yours head-on, a weak, close-lipped smile adorning her lips, her bottom lip vaguely trembling, her face expressing the same pain you held, understanding well how you feel at this very moment. Her thumb moves in smooth, circular motions upon your cheekbone. You gently grasp Jinx's upper arm, the arm using the same hand that tenderly strokes your cheek.
Neither of you could stall it any longer; both of you sought solace in the only person left willing to offer an hour of reprieve: each other. It was Jinx who moved first, ending the last shred of space left between you two to wrap her arms around you into a hug. Her nails digging into the back part of your shirt, Jinx's nostrils flare when she deeply inhales the scent of your vanilla fragrance with a hint of sweat, nestling her face further into your neck. "Just… Don't do that again, Y/N…" She spoke in a hushed tone, her lips slightly parted as the tension in her body melted from the comfort of your body heat.
"It was like.. I had no one when you were gone. You didn't even send me a message."
You couldn't bring yourself to respond, skeptical that your voice would shatter if you were to utter another word again. Your arms are wounded around her waist leaving Jinx's mind empty of anything negative leaving only tranquility you unknowingly bring to her already deteriorating soul. Choosing to gently nod your head as an alternative, your right hand slithering up to lay upon the shaved side of Jinx's head, your other hand moving up to plant itself on the small of her back. "Ha… 'msorry." Your voice was feeble, your breath tickling Jinx's nape.
"Heh, deep down, you're still a softie." A full smile graced her lips, her hold on you unyielding.
jinx’s ab lovers are not ready for this one ☆
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