Please KILL ME (reader) With Jinx There *bats Eyelashes* You Choose If Reader Actually Survives Or Not

GUYS, HEAR ME OUT

THEY COULD REALLY BE DISTANT RELATIVES!

PLUS...

HE CRIES LIKE CERTAIN SOMEONE!

We need a part two

Husband!Kyojuro stopping at a town to rest on his way back from a mission and witnessing a man suggestively catcalling a woman. At first Kyojuro is ready to jump in and defend the woman's honor, but from her reaction it's apparent that she knows the man well (perhaps he's her husband) and she likes his playful banter.

Kyojuro watches on as the couple flirt boldly in public, not caring if others see their blushing faces, the promise in their eyes, or overhear their thinly-veiled hunger for each other. And of course, his thoughts wander to you and whether you would enjoy the same banter.

He thinks about it all the way home. He runs a thousand scenarios through his head. There are so many parts of you he could brazenly compliment and it's hard just to pick one. He tests out different levels of heat, settling on something he feels is suggestive without being outright lewd.

"Boldness, Kyojuro. You can do this!"

By the time he reaches your hometown he's practically giddy, knowing it's market day and you'll likely be shopping for groceries. And sure enough, there you are, completely unaware of his presence; basket resting on your hip as you chatter with the merchants, smile radiant, sunlight dancing in your hair.

"I LOVE YOU!"

The words tumble out of him far louder than intended, drawing the attention of every person in the busy street.

While they weren't the words he intended to call out, he means them just the same. And they certainly serve the purpose of making both of you blush.

"Here we go! It's all about these runes. They form some kind of math-y, magic-y gateway. To the realm of heebie-jeebies. And this… Turns it on. So… here goes."

Please KILL ME (reader) with jinx there *bats eyelashes* you choose if reader actually survives or not I trust your FANTASTIC writing skills. I just really want my baby girl to be sad about her s/o dying/almost dying. XOXO *sends*

of course! thank you for the request <3

summary; jinx’s girlfriend gets caught in crossfire, and she doesn’t make it. jinx’s grief and eventual hope.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; angst, reader (nearly) dies, mentions of poor mental health, hallucinations, descriptions of war/combat, descriptions of gore, suicidal ideation, (kinda) happy ending

men dni.

jinx didn’t feel complete before she met you.

she was living, sure. she had her gadgets and bombs to keep her company, as well as silco and sevika. were they the best friends for a young adult? maybe not- and sevika didn’t really qualify as a friend. but they were what she had, and she wasn’t going to complain.

but the second she spotted your face in the streets of zaun, jinx knew she’d found something, rather someone special. that first conversation she had with you felt so natural, your voice like sweet honey to her. a melody unlike anything the girl had felt before, something she could listen to for weeks on end and never get bored of. the little gestures you made when talking to her- hell, even the way she introduced yourself to her. she'd heard your name for the first time and thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever hear.

even after you parted, jinx couldn't get you off of her mind. you'd only met once, yet your name was a constant on her mind. she wasn't one to form connections like that, especially not emotional connections. something about you was different, though, and jinx just couldn't help herself. she'd met with you over, and over, and over again, until she finally had the nerve to ask you to be her girlfriend. and to her shock, you'd said yes.

since then, jinx has loved getting to know every little thing about you. the things that make you laugh, the habits you can't break, little details about your past that seem insignificant, but are everything to jinx. every day she learns a new quirk that only deepens the girl's love for you. her love.

before she'd met you, she didn't know if she'd ever find love. she didn't think she would, or could for that matter. she'd accepted that romance wasn't something in the cards for her- other girls? sure. but she wasn't cut out for it. who could love her, after the things she'd done? yet you showed her things she didn't know were possible.

jinx often laid awake with you while you slept, simply watching the rise and fall of your chest. was it creepy? maybe a little bit, but you always looked so peaceful, and it relaxed jinx in turn. she'd made a promise to herself one of those times that she would protect you. if any harm even tried to come your way, she'd stop it. you're hers now, and she protects what's hers.

"nothin's gonna hurt you," she'd murmur, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the gentle flutter of your eyelids, the way your lashes cast a soft shadow on your cheeks and your face would scrunch up every now and again while you dreamt. it was the little things she loved about you, really. "not while i'm here. i swear it."

and with that, jinx was careful to keep you out of danger. jinx is far from safe in her day to day life. she's a pyromaniac of sorts, constantly getting into fights, causing explosions, running from enforcers. but that's her life, not yours. she's a violent criminal, the mad bomber. but to you she's just jinx, the woman you love, and she can't stand the thought of you putting yourself in the same situations she does.

her mind goes to the worst-case scenario, every single time. if she even thinks of you fighting alongside her, she immediately thinks of you getting hurt. even hallucinates the images at times- you bleeding out in front of her. you collapsing, the air sucked out of your lungs while she watches you cling onto what life you have left. it's too real to her, and she can't bear even the possibility.

she knows that you want to protect her. but jinx is a big girl, she says, and she can do these things herself.

until she can't.

you'd been at your apartment, a run-down place that barely qualified as a living space. but it was home, and it was safe enough for you. you'd spend more time in your girlfriend's hideout than not, but your place is much closer to your workplace. it's always a bittersweet farewell, but you both know it won't be long until you see each other again.

slipping off your shoes at the door and tossing your hair, you'd made your way to the bathroom to wash up before doing it all again tomorrow. stupid manager, having you work the closing shift then opening right after. it keeps rent paid, though, so you can't complain too much. you were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard the familiar sound of explosions and gunshots. living in zaun, those become background noise- but knowing who your girlfriend is, it always stirs something within you. more often than not, she's caught up in those situations.

you spit out the toothpaste in your mouth before going to a window to see if you can spot anything, and to your surprise, you do. you can see tiny, almost miniscule-looking figures in the distance and clouds of smoke from explosions. you can hear the sound of bombs and gunfire getting louder, and you can see pink smoke. a telltale sign of jinx's presence. but as the fight continues, your worry deepens. she can handle herself, she says. that's always what she says. and somehow, this is the worst fight of hers you've witnessed. you have to do something.

with a quick motion, you slip your shoes back on and swing the door open to run towards the scene. is it dumb? probably. will you regret it? almost definitely. but you can't just stand there and listen to the constant explosions, twiddling your thumbs.

the dimly lit streets of zaun stretch out before you. neon signs illuminate sidewalks, and besides the commotion of the fight, the only other noises are chatter from passersby and the hum of machinery. normally it'd get under your skin, but now you wished the only things you could hear were clanging metal and drunken laughter.

you're quick on your feet to weave through various streets and alleys. all you have to guide you is sound, but the noises keep getting louder- that's a good sign, surely. a bridge, that’s where the noises seem to be coming from. firelights? smeech’s goons? enforcers? you’re not sure exactly who’s after her, but that doesn’t exactly matter either.

the scene comes into view after a few moments, and sure enough, it’s worse than you could’ve pictured for yourself. almost an entire dozen of enforcers attacking jinx from all angles. she’s holding herself up, that’s for sure, but she won’t be able to for much longer. they’re getting behind her, under her, using tactics they don’t expect her to predict. it’s both smart and terrifying how calculated they are. they’re that dedicated to taking jinx down.

"jinx!" you call out, seemingly into a void. "jinx, i'm here! get down!"

she doesn't turn her head, only continues shooting. the sharp click of the trigger rings through the air while you inch closer to her, and it seems hopeless. she has fully armed enforcers surrounding her, and you've seen that look in her eyes before. she's exhausted, but she's still fighting, because that's the only choice she has left at this point. it's either she fights until her last breath, or she gives into the pilties- and she'll do anything to ensure she doesn't give into them.

"jinx, please!"

you're inching closer by the second, until you're almost directly in front of jinx. you weave between a gap in enforcers and grasp your girlfriend's trembling shoulders.

"move!" she yells, before trying to push you away from her. you'd never seen her so defensive, and part of it scares you. the way she wants you gone.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, jinx, not unless you come with me!"

"i got myself into this mess, i'll get myself out."

"gods damn it!" you groan, shaking her shoulders- though she's still trying to escape your grasp. she's dodging bullets to her neck, shoulders, her head with quick precision. "you can get out of this! just come home with me, please!"

she wants to, you can tell that she does. but that stupid fucking pride of hers won't allow her to, and you'd be cursing her if you weren't fearing for the girl's life right now. if you weren't barricaded by armed enforcers, you'd be dragging her by the wrist to your apartment and reprimanding her for her recklessness.

jinx is fighting an internal battle as well as the external one. going back home sounds amazing right now- but she doesn't exactly have a choice, does she? she's shaking her head and using her revolver to take hits- until she feels your body jolt against hers. and then her torso is soaked with blood- your blood, you're collapsing to your knees in front of her, and your forehead is pressing against her stomach.

you're like dead weight against her, and it's happening faster than jinx can even begin to process.

"oh, oh-" she drops to her knees, and takes both of your cheeks in her hands before she looks you in the eye. you're still breathing, although you look as if you're hanging on by a thread. "baby, oh- please, hang on, i'm so sorry,"

with what strength you have left, you slowly shake your head, and your eyes connect with jinx's own. that magenta gaze you've grown to adore over the past few months. one others feared, but you'd come to know as sanctuary- especially in moments like this. you've got enforcers yelling at jinx to let go of you, still trying to take her down. and even though you feel like every breath may be your last, you feel so safe with her.

"don't be sorry," you breathe out. "this was my doing."

it's then that she can see the life drain from your eyes. jinx collapses, and she wails. a guttural scream from the depths of her chest, loud enough for the whole of zaun to hear her. she's unabashed, she doesn't care what happens, who hears her. the dearest thing to her has just been so cruelly ripped out of her grasp.

hot tears stream down jinx's cheeks, and she holds you closer than she's ever held anything before. maybe, just maybe, if she holds you close enough and she cries enough, you'll come back to her. the blow couldn't have been that serious, right?

but the longer you go without responding to jinx, the more it cements for her that this is it. you’re gone.

she’d said once that everyone who gets close to her dies, that’s all she’s ever been used to. but somehow, when you’d met, she’d thought you’d be the exception. surely the gods wouldn’t be so heartless as to take you, too. but she was sorely mistaken.

✧.*

jinx doesn’t feel complete after she loses you.

she feels as if somebody’s carved a piece of her heart out and stomped on it, ruining any hopes of ever being whole again. how could she be whole again, when her better half isn’t here anymore?

days blur into night, sunrise into sunset without jinx noticing. she drags her feet from job to job, she can barely make eye contact with anyone. her tone is painfully flat and trying to get through conversations feels like one of most daunting tasks- even sevika is starting to notice. people know what happen, of course they do.

when the usually cold mad bomber begins to catch feelings for someone and forms an attachment, people start to notice. and when the person she cared for so deeply was killed, they’d noticed just how much more violent she’d become.

not only towards others, but herself. she’d usually had some kind of safety on the weapons she created, but why would she now? why would she keep up the railings she’d put in her hideout to keep you from falling? she’s lost everything she cares about, the one person who saw her for who she is and loved her despite it.

and you didn’t even get a proper burial. who knows where your body is now? is it still on that platform, with people stepping over it like you’re nothing? she can’t bring herself to visit it again, not after seeing you like that.

jinx sees no point in living any longer. there’s no reason for her to keep going if she doesn’t have your love, your warmth. she’d give anything to hear your voice ring through her ears again, or to make you laugh. she’d sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if it meant she got to feel your fingers intertwined with hers again. to feel the soft plush of your lips against her own.

she's more reckless. violent, unhinged, chaotic, all of it. if the people of piltover thought that jinx was bad before, they're all fearing for their lives now. what does jinx have left to lose, now that she's lost you?

the hallucinations grow more frequent, and the voices become louder. it's torture for her. normally, you'd be here to comfort her and anchor her back to reality, but you're not. she's on her own, to deal with all of this by herself.

"please," she murmurs into an empty hideout. tears running down her cheeks, stained black, such a goddamn mess, but she can't stop. "just come back. if you're out there, please, i can't... i can't do this without you."

but it's then that she hears heavy footsteps approaching behind her.

"go away."

"you're gonna want to hear this." sevika. what the hell is she doing in jinx's hideout at this hour?

"i'm not interested," jinx bites, tugging her knees to her chest and shaking her head. "get out. i'm in no mood."

"she's alive."

"no, she's not. she's dead, sevika, i saw her!"

"yeah, and i just saw her too. in a hospital bed, alive." sevika counters. jinx still can't bring herself to look at her. this must be some twisted joke, right? surely. the woman was finding humor in her pain and wanted to rub it in her face. "they said the bullet went in through her back, punctured her lung, barely missed her heart. exited through her chest. she's got a collapsed lung and she's in a hell of a state, but she's alive."

jinx turns her head over her shoulder. thick brows furrow, and her eyes are blown wide. the whites of her eyes are bloodshot from just how much she'd been crying, and she looks even more pale and sickly than usual. if she'd been paying attention, she'd be able to notice the glimmer of... concern in sevika's eye.

"you're serious?"

"i'm serious."

✧.*

jinx nervously clutches a bouquet of wildflowers to her chest. a rarity in zaun, but she'd gone to the ruins of the commune to pick a few for you. she's standing outside of the door of the room you're held in- in piltover. even though they were the ones responsible for putting you in this situation, they were compassionate enough to at least recognize that they'd fucked up. they were after jinx, not you, and it was wrong of them to try and take you down.

would they stop trying to get jinx? absolutely not, but they'd realized their wrongdoing.

here goes nothing, she supposes, before twisting the doorknob.

the image of you in bed, hooked into various machines and looking like a shell of the person she knows hits jinx like a bag of bricks. the color has drained from your face. you're staring up at the ceiling, and the only things moving are your fingers from time to time- though, she supposes not much moving can be done when you're recovering from a near-fatal gunshot wound. your head slowly turns to the direction of the door, though, and it's then that jinx sees you smile.

her heart stutters in her chest, and she bolts towards your bed.

"oh- oh, gods, you're alive, you're..."

"i'm alive," you affirm, though your voice is weak. your breath is shorter, but you still have it- and that's something, isn't it?

she sits down on the edge of your bed, tentatively taking one of your hands into her lap. she doesn't want to pull too hard for the risk of hurting you further, but jinx needs this. she needs to know that she isn't dreaming, that you're here in the flesh with her and you're okay.

"i didn't know what to do without you. without you around, your- your love," she murmurs, rosy eyes locked with yours. you can tell from the tremble in her voice that she's close to the point of tears. "i... i thought you were gone."

"i thought i was, too," you whisper, giving a weak squeeze of jinx's hand. "but i'm still here, somehow. i missed you."

"i missed you so damn bad, babe, you don't know- i'm never letting anything happen to you again, and that's a damn promise. okay?"

"okay. and i'm not doing any stupid shit like that again either."

it's bittersweet, but jinx is so unabashedly happy in this moment. she leans over you, searching your eyes. your chapped lips, your tangled hair, your dry skin- but you look more beautiful than you ever have before to her. you're alive, and you're hers. she leans closer, her lips barely brushing yours, before being interrupted by the doctor entering the room.

"we're going to pull her from the room to run some tests for a while, miss."

"damn it."

☆"Powder and metal" Jinx (arcane)☆

Mdni. smut, gun riding, reader fucking jinx's gun, (the gun is unloaded,) degradation, Sadistic!Jinx, praising.

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The cool metal of Jinx's gun pressed against you, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in your core. It was heavy beneath you, sleek and firm where you needed it the most. You shifted, rolling your hips experimentally, and a shudder rippled through you at the sensation. The friction was subtle, just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make you crave more.

Jinx sat back in her chair, arms sprawled over the armrests, legs spread like she didn't have a care in the world. A cigarette burned lazily between her fingers, but she wasn't paying attention to it. No, her sharp gaze was locked on to you, taking in every little movement, every desperate grind.

"Damn," she muttered, her grin stretching wide. "Didn't think you'd actually do it. But look at you - so eager, so needy. All that squirming just to get a little friction, huh?"

Her words sent a flush through your body, but you didn't stop. Couldn't. The pressure was intoxicating, every slow roll of your hips sending another wave of warmth flooding through you. Your thighs trembled as you found a rhythm, rubbing yourself against the unyielding surface, the rough ridges catching just right.

Jinx let out a low whistles tilting her head. "Look at you, puttin' on a show. And find what? A damn piece of metal?" She chuckled, blowing out a slow puff of smoke. "Kinda sad. Kinda hot."

Your hands gripped the edges of the gun, knuckles white as you rocked against it, chasing something just out of reach. Your breath came in short, needy gasps, and Jinx hummed in amusement.

"Bet you wish it was me instead, huh?" She teased, tapping the cigarette against the edge of the table, ash falling unnoticed. "Bet you're picturing it. That's why you're gettin' so worked up."

Your body tensed at her words, a whimper slipping out before you could stop it. Jinx's eyes darkened, her smirk sharpening into something wicked.

"Oh, you like that," she crooned, leaning forward just slightly. "All worked up over nothin". Pathetic."

You could barely process her words, too caught up in the slow, torturous, friction, the way every shift sent another spark of pleasure curling through you. Your thighs clenched, body shuddering as you pressed down harder, desperate for more.

Jinx just watches, her amusement only growing as you unraveled in front of her. "Keep goin," she urged, voice dripping with satisfaction. "I wanna see how far you'll take this. Show me just how desperate you can get for me."

You whimpered, your movements growing erratic, hips grinding down in shaky, uneven rolls as the tension in your stomach coiked tighter a d tighter. The gun was unrelenting, unforgiving beneath you, the cool metal warming from the heat of your skin. Every tiny shift sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, your body trembling from the slow, drawn-out build-up.

Jinx flicked her cigarette aside, finally leaning in, her elbows resting on her knees. "That's it, baby," she cooed, voice syrupy-sweet but dripping with condescension. "Work for it. You're already this far gone- might as well make it count."

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the weapons edges as you grind down harder, chasing the last bit of friction you needed. The pressures was unbearable, the sensation was too much and not enough all at once.

Jinx chuckled low, drinking in the sight of you. "Y'know," she mused, tilting her head, "I should make you do this more often. Watch you fall apart for me-" She let out a mock gasp, grinning. "-or for my gun, since that's what's really doin' it for ya, huh?"

Heat flooded your face, but you couldn't stop, couldn't think beyond the desperate ache thrumming through your body. Jinx's words only added to it, the teasing, the way she spoke like she owned you, like she was letting you have this just for her own entertainment.

She leaned back again, stretching her arms over her head. "C'mon, sweetheart," she taunted. "Don't hold back now. Show me just how much you love my gun."

And you did.

You gasped, your legs trembling as your rhythm stuttered, movements turning frantic. The coil in your stomach pulled impossibly tight, heat flashing through your veins as your breath hitched, body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs clenched around the weapon, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you rode out every slow, shuddering tremor.

Jinx let's out a low, appreciative whistle, dragging her gaze over your wrecked form. "Damn, you really got into it," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

You barely registered her movements as she grabbed the gun from beneath you, lifting it up to inspect the mess you'd made on its sleek metal surface. Her smirk stretched wide, her blue eyes gleaming with something dark and playful.

She turned the weapon in her hands, tilting it toward the dim light. "Look at this," she murmured, dragging a finger along the surface. "Didn't think you had it in you. "

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she held it out to you.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice syrupy sweet but taunting. “Taste yourself.”

Your breath caught, another wave of heat flooding through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her grin never faltering.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured. “You weren’t shy a second ago.”

She leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”

Your breath caught, another shudder rolling through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her gaze locked onto yours, waiting.

After a moment’s hesitation, you parted your lips, your tongue flicking out to taste the cool metal. The sensation sent another flush of heat through your body, a quiet sound escaping you before you could stop it. Jinx’s smirk widened, her pupils blown as she watched you.

“That good, huh?” she teased, voice thick with amusement.

Then, without warning, she leaned in, prying the weapon from your fingers with ease.

“Lemme see for myself,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower, rougher.

Before you could react, her mouth was on yours—hot, unrelenting, tasting you like she owned you. A slow, deliberate drag of her tongue had your knees threatening to buckle, the heat between you crackling like a live wire. She hummed into the kiss, savoring the moment before pulling back just enough to smirk against your lips.

“Mm,” she murmured, her breath fanning over your skin. “You do taste sweet.”

back from the dead to post a pretty boy<3 tried a new rendering style w this one n i am in lovee

gaara...i have no prompt for him just gaara. my childhood love

She's trying her best, Bruce. Cut her some slack.

Based off of that Dungeon Meshi fanart meme by artist @sweepswoop on Twitter/X

AYO what have you done to my three favorite Hashiras? 👀

Manifesting this life for me

one more kiss would've been nice (≧ε≦σ)