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[Arcane] Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Cursing, mentions of guns/gunfire, blood, fatal wounds, brief mentions of past trauma, death

[A/N]: This was heavily inspired by another post I read somewhere, but I’m not sure which site it was on. If I find it again, I’ll definitely leave a link! I did add my own twist, so it’s not the same thing, but the general idea is shared.

Enjoy!

“Piss off, you douchebags! I don’t have time to deal with you!” None of this was supposed to happen. [Y/N] wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission with Jinx, but she was, and now they were separated. No matter where she looked, Jinx just couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. She had to be around here somewhere, right? There’s no way she got that far from her. Each time she turned a corner, there were more thugs waiting to pick a fight, never once answering her when she asked where the [h/c] girl was. It was causing her anxiety to spike more and more. If she didn’t find her soon, she’d end up killing everyone in sight, which ran the risk of killing her beloved as well. Just as she finished taking down a small group of men with her shock pistol, a scream rang out–one that she recognized instantly.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], where are you?!” She looked around, only having the sound reverberate long enough to get the general direction. “[Y/N]!” She took a few steps towards the cross-section of two buildings. Was it from the left or right? Thankfully, another scream sounded out from her left, seemingly from the fifth or sixth floor of the building closest to her. “Jinx, help! Please!” Her heart raced in her chest as she bolted as fast as she could up the stairs and into the room she could hear movement in. A group of around fifteen thugs surrounded someone on the floor, and as she realized who was on the ground, Jinx’s heart dropped. She froze momentarily. She wanted to doubt herself, hoping that it was someone else in front of the crowd. But a small glimpse of [h/c] locks and fearful [e/c] eyes confirmed her worst nightmare. “[Y/N]! GET AWAY FROM HER!” She pushed her shock pistol back into its holster before pulling her minigun out from behind her.

She made sure to aim higher than where [Y/N] was resting before firing, not wanting to accidentally hit the girl. Bullets rang out at a rapid speed, each one causing a member of the thugs to drop like flies. She cried out angrily until realizing everyone standing was dead. Taking a shaky breath to ground herself into reality, she lowered the barrel of her gun and panted heavily. Slowly, her gaze dropped down to find [Y/N]. Once again, her racing heart skipped a beat upon seeing her state. She ran over after tossing her gun to the side. Without taking her wounds into account, Jinx cradled [Y/N]’s head against her chest and let out a sigh. “I-I’m so glad you’re alive, toots. I-I thought–I thought…” She finally looked down.

Her pained smile faltered and quickly fell. The love of her life, still cradled in her arms, was in so much pain. A deep cut had been made from the top of her left collarbone all the way down to her right breast. Multiple stab wounds scattered themselves around the girl’s abdomen, each one seemingly worse than the last. Because of all of the wounds on her torso, [Y/N] had blood dripping down from her nose and lips to her chin, where it dripped off even more into a small stain on both the floor and Jinx’s shirt. Still, even in her state of distressing pain, [Y/N] was smiling. She lifted her hand shakily and brought it up to Jinx’s face to cup it. “Y-You’re…here.” Jinx quickly grasped the girl’s hand in her own as she softly shushed her.

“Hey, d-don’t talk right now, okay? Y-You need to save your strength. I can’t lose you.” [Y/N] chuckled, which quickly shifted into fits of coughing up blood. Jinx could only watch in horror. Finally, when she calmed down, the wounded girl leaned back into Jinx’s chest and smiled. “I’m not…going to make it, Jinx.” Both of them felt then, at those words, just how cold the room had become, and–more importantly–how warm the other girl was. God, how badly Jinx wanted to preserve that feeling. She never wanted to wake up without feeling that warmth next to her–cradled into her chest the way she was now.

And what a horrid way to go. So many wounds, all of which were likely fatal. Sure, Jinx had known pain in her life, but nothing like what [Y/N] was going through. If only she could take away that pain. She had always sworn she would do whatever she could in her power to ensure [Y/N] was happy and healthy. She certainly didn’t want things to end up this way. But here she was, supporting the girl’s weight against her own as she bled out, the light slowly beginning to dim in her eyes. That beautiful light that she had always adored. It always seemed to shine brightest when she looked at Jinx, or even when her name was just mentioned. Jinx chuckled dejectedly. [Y/N] had always seen her in such a positive light. She could never understand how, but she sort of understood because she felt the same way.

Jinx gently laid [Y/N] back down onto the ground, earning a hiss of pain. “I know, toots, I know. But I need to start treating these wounds before it’s too late.” “Jinx, it’s already–” “Don’t say it’s too late. I-I can fix this! You just need to trust me, okay? I promise I’ll fix this.” Ignoring the desperate tugs on her shirt (and the voices telling her she messed everything up), Jinx ripped the bottom part of the leg of her pants off to form a makeshift bandage. She tied it around the girl’s waist, cursing under her breath when she realized the cloth wasn’t long enough. She thought about using her belt for a moment to cut off the bleeding, but then remembered that it’s not safe to use a tourniquet of any kind on the torso. “Damn it!” She rolled the cloth into a tight ball before placing it over one of the deeper wounds on [Y/N]’s stomach and applying as much pressure as possible in an attempt to stop some of the bleeding.

[Y/N] groaned out in pain again, drawing another apology from Jinx’s lips. She stayed there for a moment. As she held the cloth in place, she thought about other ways she could treat her wounds. And, as much as she tried to dismiss the thought, she did–for a moment–consider experimenting with Shimmer. She was terrified at the thought of how badly [Y/N]’s body might react to it, but even more so at the thought of losing her completely. Silco would have to understand. Anything to keep her alive.

Drawn out of her thoughts by another round of coughing, Jinx finally glared back over at [Y/N], who looked even more disheveled than before. Her face was devoid of any color. Skin clammy and cold, shivers coursing through her body. Panicked, Jinx dropped the cloth and moved back over to hold the girl’s head against her chest again. “Shh, hey, hey…listen, toots. Can you–can you hear me?” The smallest nod of her head gave Jinx a slight sense of hope. “You can’t die on me. You just can’t, okay? You gotta keep living for me. I-I can’t lose you. You’re too damn important to me. We gotta keep going so we can get married and rule the undercity together, remember? Y-You know I can’t keep living without you. Just…just keep your eyes open until we can get help, alright? That’s all you gotta do. Keep breathing, and don’t go to sleep.”

A sad chuckle passed weakly through [Y/N]’s lips. “Can I…be honest with you, Jinx?” Jinx forced a smile as convincingly as she could. “Of course, sweets. You know I always want you to be honest with me.” [Y/N] smiled, but Jinx quickly frowned again as tears poured down the [h/c] girl’s cheeks like rivers. “I’m…I’m scared, Jinx. I’m so scared. I don’t–” She coughed again–harder this time. “I don’t want to die. Not…not like this.” With each passing word, Jinx’s heart was shattering into more and more pieces. “No, toots, you’re not going to die. I promise.” Again, [Y/N] shook her head. “Yes, I am.” “No, you–you can’t. I won’t let you.” “Jinx, I’m…I’m going to die.” She quieted her voice to speak with less strain. “We both know it.” Jinx shook her head harshly, pulling [Y/N]’s head further against her.

The girl, now barely hanging on by a thread, could hear her lover’s heartbeat racing faster than ever before. They stayed there as sobs racked through Jinx’s body. She trembled and jolted as she continuously begged and pleaded for [Y/N] not to leave her. Finally, [Y/N] gripped her shirt to gain her attention. Terrified that she’d see the light leaving her eyes, Jinx hesitated before looking down. [Y/N] still had that smile–the one she fell in love with all those years ago. “I don’t want to be alone, Jinx,” she whispered as her own tears began to flow. That fear–oh, that fear in her eyes–Jinx wanted to crush it. If she had to go, she didn’t want her to be afraid. But what could she say that would make this more comforting? She couldn’t say the pain would go away because it clearly wouldn’t. And she couldn’t promise an afterlife because no one knew for sure if that even existed.

She thought of all she could possibly say before finally whispering a soft, “You’re not alone, toots. I’m here, okay? I’m right here.” She leaned down and pressed her forehead against [Y/N]’s as gently as she could. “You’re not alone.” [Y/N]’s smile grew for a moment as they stayed there. When Jinx pulled back, however, that smile was gone, and her eyes were now closed. Jinx’s heart stopped this time. “[Y/N]...?” She shook her gently. “[Y/N], hey, no. [Y/N], please wake up. Please…? I-I can’t…please don’t leave me. Stay with me. I can’t lose you, dammit! Come back to me!” A few more violent shakes with no response finally grounded Jinx into reality. [Y/N] was really gone.

She clutched the girl’s head and shoulders and drove them even further against her–as close as she physically could–as she let out a scream of agony and sorrow. She heaved with every sob as she rocked back and forth. Her hands shook violently as she brought them down after several moments to cradle [Y/N]’s pale, lifeless face in them. This couldn’t be reality. She had already lost so much at such a young age–she didn’t deserve to experience this all over again! She was supposed to live out a happy life with [Y/N] and find ways to cope with her trauma in a healthy way. But now it was all in vain. Without [Y/N] by her side, she’d never be able to stay sane again–even with Silco there to support her. Could she have prevented this?

Of course she could’ve–she told herself. If she had found the girl sooner, she wouldn’t have been attacked. Or if she had just never let them get separated, she would’ve been able to keep a better eye on her. Or–better yet–if [Y/N] had just never come on this mission with her at all, there never would’ve been a risk.

But of course–she knew–there always would’ve been a risk. After all, [Y/N] was the lover of the most feared and hated girl in the undercity. This meant, in turn, she was also hated and feared. It was almost destiny.

Mistake

[Arcane] Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Content Warnings: Argument, degrading terms, cussing, voices, overall angst

[A/N]: None!

Enjoy!

A small hum of content made its way from Jinx’s lips as she nuzzled her face into the source of warmth in front of her. She took a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of the shampoo [Y/N] had used to shower the night before. “Good morning, toots.” A small yawn came from the girl in front of her. “Morning,” [Y/N] mumbled out, her voice slurring a bit. “Did you sleep well?” “Mhm.” “Me too.” Jinx sighed and tightened her arms around the girl’s waist, pulling her further into her chest. She closed her eyes to let herself enjoy the warmth and softness [Y/N] provided for her. She adored these blissful, intimate moments the most. Any time she could just be alone and comfortable with [Y/N] made her the happiest. Sure, she loved showing her off to others, but she knew how important it was to also have a private part of the relationship–one that no one else could disturb or ruin.

[Y/N] stirred in front of her for a moment, eventually shifting over onto her opposite side so she was now facing Jinx. And oh, god, did Jinx’s heart flutter when she saw her beautiful face. Her features always so comforting and affectionate. She cherished each little microexpression that altered her face: each soft, sheepish smile that was followed by a faint blush creeping up to her ears, each look of confusion that had her eyebrows furrowed tightly together, every moment she pouted and stuck out her bottom lip–even the way her face contorted with anger. She hated being the cause of her negative emotions, but she still found her expressions beautiful nonetheless. How [Y/N] managed to always look so alluring was a mystery, but Jinx definitely wasn’t complaining. It fascinated her beyond belief. She would stare at her forever if she had the chance.

She groaned, however, upon remembering her project for the day. How she longed to just stay in bed and hold [Y/N]. She considered it for a moment, but quickly shut herself down when realizing her deadline was approaching soon. If she didn’t get this new weapon built when Silco asked, she’d only be piling projects on top of each other, which would make her stress much worse. She unfastened the arm draped on top of [Y/N]’s waist and brought her hand up to caress her face. As her thumb tenderly stroked over her cheek, the [h/c] girl’s eyes fluttered open. “Hate to break it to you, toots, but I’ve gotta get up.” Instead of pouting the way Jinx had expected, [Y/N] nodded and closed her eyes before wriggling out from her embrace.

Jinx, after taking a moment to stretch properly, got out of bed and got dressed for the day. As she headed out the door, she paused, considering something. Finally, she turned around a bit to properly glance at [Y/N], whose back was now facing her. “[Y/N]?” She called softly. A small hum came as a response, barely audible. “Wanna join me in the workshop today? I could use some company.” Silence filled the space between them, making Jinx believe that maybe the other girl had already fallen asleep again. She was about to call her name a second time to repeat her question, but [Y/N] suddenly sat up and yawned. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in a minute.” Jinx smiled and nodded, heading out the door and over to her workspace.

She sat down and started working after turning on some music. She hummed along to the tune, already getting lost in her work and failing to notice a certain [h/c] girl’s footsteps lightly approaching her. [Y/N] sat on the extra stool over by a separate table. She rubbed her eyes groggily, her body begging and aching for her to go back to sleep. “Hey,” she called out after a moment. Jinx jumped, startled by a sudden voice. She turned her head around to show she had acknowledged the girl before looking back down at her equipment. When she got no response, she sighed. She could already feel herself growing irritated. [Y/N] knew how busy she was, so why did she always have to distract her?

“What is it, toots?” Another moment of silence passed, only fueling Jinx’s newfound anger. “Are we going to talk about what happened yesterday?” Jinx froze, grip on her screwdriver now so tight her knuckles were turning white. She shut her eyes tightly for a second. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she began working again, now with unsteady hands. “There’s nothing to talk about. We worked things out last night before bed. Move on.” [Y/N] grimaced at her cold tone. She had grown accustomed to it during arguments, sure, but it didn’t mean she liked it. “But that argument was really bad, Jinx. Worse than usual. I’m…” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “I’m worried we’re not going to last much longer at this rate.”

A loud banging sounded from Jinx’s desk, prompting [Y/N] to look over in confusion. Jinx had slammed her invention and screwdriver down out of frustration. “I said move on, [Y/N].” The girl stood from the isolated stool and crossed her arms. “No! We need to talk about this whether you want to or not. Ignoring the problem isn’t going to make it go away.” Jinx growled, standing up and twirling around the chair so fast it almost tipped over. She bolted to stand in front of [Y/N], who cowered a bit at her seething gaze. “Why don’t you ever just listen to me? Are you trying to cause even more problems?” [Y/N] sighed, looking down to steel her nerves. She knew bringing it up would only spark the flame again, but she had made it her goal to make communication the most important part of their rocky relationship.

“You know that’s not what I’m trying to do. You know me, Jinx. You act like you do anyway. And if you even paid attention to me at all, you’d know that I hate any kind of conflict. But in order to avoid that this time, we have to talk things out, okay?” Jinx scoffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No. We don’t have to do shit. You’re just pathetic. You think there’s a solution to every little flaw.”

The already cold air of the room became frigid, the atmosphere now thick with tension. Aside from the music playing quietly in the background and the occasional tick of the large fan below, there was silence. Uncomfortable silence. [Y/N]’s head began to ache. It was far too early in the morning to be arguing. Maybe she should’ve just stayed in bed after all. Then nothing would’ve happened. They could both just ignore each other until it was time to go to bed like usual. But [Y/N] knew it was going to be brought up again at some point if she followed through with her goal of proper communication, and she believed it was better now than never. She wasn’t sure, though, if she’d rather have this discussion in the bedroom so no one could disturb them until a solution was made, or if she was fine with standing in the workshop that Jinx seemed to take priority of over her.

‘Just find a way to deescalate the situation before it gets worse,’ she told herself. ‘Stay calm, don’t raise your voice, and watch what you say.’ Even as [Y/N] stayed mostly silent throughout the rest of the one-sided argument, her expressions gave away what she was feeling–those same expressions that Jinx admired for so long. She could tell Jinx wasn’t going to back down–not with how badly she wanted to win the argument. She always wanted to be right. And it wasn’t just as simple as her wanting to be right. She truly did believe, in situations like these anyway, that she was always right, which is why the solution they agreed on usually only appealed and benefited Jinx.

As it continued, Jinx’s volume only got louder and louder. She stepped closer, finally, and [Y/N] forced her backwards as a reflex, afraid she was about to be hit. Jinx paused, registering the motion. Before she could apologize, [Y/N] was shoved down onto the ground. “Don’t you lay your fucking hands on me! That’s why we never agree on anything! You always mess everything up! And you know why that is? Because you’re nothing more than a mistake!” Right as the words left her mouth, Jinx froze, her expression shifting from outrage to one of pure regret. Her emotions only grew as she watched tears prick [Y/N]’s eyes, bubbling up until they finally spilled down in thick masses. Without breaking eye contact, the [h/c] girl stood and dusted herself off. “Maybe this relationship was a mistake too.”

She turned on her heel and left the room with her shoulders slumped in defeat. Jinx felt herself reaching out, but she was too late–the damage had already been done. Her mind had already been racing long before she uttered those words, but now it was worse. She couldn’t form a single word. The voices swarmed in her mind, scolding her, reminding her of all her failures before. They mocked her–the nicer ones listing all the different ways she could’ve handled the situation.

Should she apologize? Would [Y/N] even listen to her? She sobbed as she came to the realization that she possibly ruined their relationship for good. Any minute now, [Y/N] would come back and break the news that they’re done–the relationship is over. She curled into herself once bundling up on her bed. She waited for hours for [Y/N] to come in and give her the harsh reality of the consequences she had been avoiding for so long.

Only those words never came from her lips. Instead, a small, folded note was left on her desk out in the workshop. She unfolded it with a shaky breath.

Jinx,

I would apologize for the way that argument ended, but I’m not at fault. You are. I stand by what I said before leaving. This relationship was a mistake, just like me–according to you. I’m moving back home. I’ll stop by in a few days once you’ve cooled down so I can gather my belongings, but don’t bother meeting or talking to me. I don’t need your help or your fake apologies. Good luck on whatever it is Silco is having you create. I guess we’ll see just how horrible you can make others feel if you’re successful. May we never speak again.

-[Y/N]

Sobs wracked her body once more as she collapsed to her knees, clutching the note tightly against her chest. She screwed everything up. She always does. It was no surprise that she messed this up too–it was only temporary: temporary bliss, temporary love…She didn’t deserve any of it either way. Maybe [Y/N] was right. Maybe the relationship was a mistake after all. Did she even make [Y/N] happy? Was there actually any love? She hiccupped, wiping away at her tears with her available hand–though it didn’t help as they kept pouring. Her mind flooded with ideas on how to fix the situation, only to be followed by the fact there was no fixing this. It was her mistake, and now she had to face the consequences.