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Leaning against the railing of the airship, shirt billowing in the breeze, it was calming and peaceful.  “I’m nervous” Jinx chuckled, shrinking into herself.  “There’s no need to be trinket” Y/N sends a reassuring smile to the blue haired woman.  “I know it’s been a couple of years but I’m positive your sister will be happy to see you”  she lifts a hand to caress Jinx’s cold cheek.  “You really think so toots?” Jinx leans into Y/N’s touch, savouring the feeling of her warmth.  “You’ve come a long way from where you were”  Y/N continues, pulling Jinx into her waiting arms, placing a kiss to her head as Jinx nuzzles her face into her lover’s chest. 

“I hope you’re right” Jinx’s words muffled in Y/N’s chest, savouring her warmth provided in the freezing wind.  No words are needed after, Y/N simply comforting her girlfriend as they head to Piltover. 

A lot had changed since then, since Jinx had fled the city to start over.  For one she healed, gone were the voices and hallucinations, the pain and suffering, all of it left behind.   Jinx had grown into the woman she had meant to be albeit a gruesome journey but one she took in stride. 

A lot had changed for the better, shockingly enough one of those changes were her fashion style.  Gone were the mangled scraps of clothing she wore, now she adorned a more formal style, her hair now long enough to tie back into a neat ponytail.  It was a change she hated at first but knew it was a step forward in her healing journey, as sad as it was to see her signature look go.

plot twisttt, so good hope there’s gonna be a second part!

sequel of this fic

wordcount: 6,4k

pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

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As you wandered further from the hideout, the cool night air stung your skin. Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, each one carrying you further away from her and the chaos you’d left behind. The city lights flickered distantly, barely cutting through the darkness that felt as thick and oppressive as the turmoil inside you. Every step you took felt like you were leaving behind more than just a place—you were leaving behind a part of yourself, the part that belonged to her.

Maybe it’s for the best, you told yourself, but the words felt hollow. You’d fought for Jinx with everything you had, loved her fiercely despite the havoc she wreaked. But now, after everything, the weight of it had finally become too much. And so, you kept walking.

Her voice haunted you, the last bitter words of your argument replaying over and over. Maybe you already have. The rawness of it cut deep, like a wound you couldn’t close. You kept walking, but each step was heavier than the last.

The streets twisted and turned, taking you to the farthest edges of the city, away from the hideout and everything tied to her.

Still, despite everything, a small part of you held onto the impossible hope that Jinx would follow. That she’d show up—wild, breathless, cursing you out for leaving, just so she could pull you back in. But the hours dragged on, and she didn’t come.

You finally stopped walking, staring blankly at the dark sky, the stars faintly visible through the city’s haze. It was so quiet here, too quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually surrounded her. The longer the silence stretched, the more aimless you felt, like without her pull, you weren’t sure where to go next.

You had left to give her space. To let her be free. Or maybe, deep down, it was to protect yourself from watching her spiral into self-destruction, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The night crawled by, the weight of your choices pressing down like a heavy fog. As the city remained distant and indifferent, you wondered if she even realized you were gone. If she cared. Or if she’d already shrugged it off, just another piece of wreckage in the storm she left behind.

Back at the hideout, hours had passed since Jinx stormed out after the explosive argument, and when she finally returned, the silence was almost suffocating. She had expected to see you sitting there, brooding in the corner, or maybe pacing the room in frustration. But there was nothing—no sign of you at all. The place felt eerily empty, as if you had never been there in the first place.

The silence was almost unbearable for Jinx. She told herself she didn’t care. That she was fine on her own. She didn’t need anyone—especially not someone who tried to tame her, to keep her from the only thing that made her feel alive.

But as the minutes ticked by, the reality started to creep in, settling like a lead weight in her chest. Shadows danced around the dimly lit hideout, twisting and warping like her thoughts.

"You're losing it, Jinx," a voice chimed in her head, soft and familiar, dripping with that playful sarcasm she had grown to hate. Mylo. "You can’t even handle a little argument? Look at you, sulking like a kicked puppy."

She glanced at the door more times than she’d admit, waiting to hear the sound of your return. Waiting for your voice to cut through the quiet, to argue, to fight, to be there. But it never came. And the longer the silence stretched, the more she realized you weren’t coming back.

“Fuck,” she muttered, kicking a wrench across the room. It clattered against the wall with a dull thud, but it didn’t give her the satisfaction she craved. Everything felt too empty. Too still.

“She’s gone. You scared her away.” Mylo’s voice mocked, echoing in the back of her mind.

“Shut up!” Jinx snapped, gripping the edges of the table as her heart raced. She sank into a chair, hands running through her blue hair as frustration gnawed at her. Jinx wasn’t one to reflect, to dwell on emotions. That wasn’t her style. But now, in the absence of your presence, all she could think about was the fight—the hurt that had flashed across your face, the sound of the door slamming behind her.

You had left. Really left. And she wasn’t sure if she could handle that.

Jinx kicked her feet up on the table, staring blankly at the chaos of her workbench. The tools, the bombs, the sketches—everything that made her who she was. But without you there, without your steadying presence, it all felt… meaningless.

“Why’d you have to go?” she muttered under her breath, anger and confusion swirling in her chest. She didn’t need you—she’d convinced herself of that. But the empty space you left behind told a different story.

“You pushed her away, didn’t you?” Mylo continued, his voice smooth like silk, taunting. “Just like always. Why can’t you just let people care about you? It’s pathetic, Jinx.”

“You’re wrong!” she shouted into the emptiness, her voice cracking. “I don’t need anyone!”

But deep down, the doubt twisted like a knife. She remembered how it felt to have you close, your laughter, your fierce determination to pull her from the edge of her chaos. It was intoxicating, and that thought alone made her feel weak.

“Admit it. You miss her. You’re scared she won’t come back,” Mylo pressed, and the corners of the room seemed to darken as shadows crept closer, tightening around her like a noose.

You’ll come back, she told herself. You always did. You couldn’t stay away. But as the hours ticked by and the night deepened, the gnawing doubt in her chest grew louder.

What if this time, you really weren’t coming back?

“Look at you, sitting here waiting for a miracle,” Mylo laughed, the sound echoing in her mind. “What’s next? Are you going to throw a tantrum like a child again? Pathetic.”

Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “Stop it! Just leave me alone!” But the voice persisted, wrapping around her thoughts like a vine, suffocating her resolve.

“Leave you alone? Why would I? You’re the one who keeps digging your own grave. You think you’re invincible, but we both know you’re just a mess,” Mylo continued, and with each word, the shadows thickened, growing more substantial, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace.

Jinx’s breathing quickened, and she felt the walls closing in. “I’m not a mess! I can handle this!” she shouted, but it rang hollow even to her own ears.

The tools on her workbench blurred, and suddenly she was back in the chaos of that mission, explosions ringing in her ears. Mylo’s laughter echoed, haunting her. “See? You can’t even keep it together in a fight. What makes you think you can handle this?”

She slammed her palms against the table, trying to anchor herself in the moment, but the visions crashed over her like waves. Shadows morphed into shapes, flickering with her memories—the chaos, the destruction, and then your face, the hurt etched in every line.

“No!” she screamed, desperate to push the memories away, to drown out the voice that echoed her deepest fears. But it was no use. The hallucinations clawed at her mind, dragging her into an abyss of regret and confusion.

“Maybe it’s time to face the truth,” Mylo’s voice whispered, low and menacing. “You’re just a chaotic little girl trying to play with the big boys. And now, look where that’s gotten you. Alone.”

Tears burned in her eyes as the weight of the world pressed down on her chest. “I don’t want to be alone,” she murmured, the admission escaping before she could stop it.

“Then do something about it,” Mylo urged, his tone shifting, almost sympathetic. “But we both know you won’t. You’re just going to sit here and let her slip away.”

Jinx trembled, the realization crashing over her like a tidal wave. “No… I can’t let her go. I can’t.” The shadows receded slightly, as if sensing her determination, but they still lingered, whispering their doubts.

The night stretched on, and she remained rooted to that spot, torn between the chaos in her mind and the longing for you to return.

“I need you,” she whispered into the darkness, but the silence that answered felt like a chasm opening up inside her, threatening to swallow her whole.

The night sky stretched out like an endless abyss as Jinx climbed the worn staircase to her favorite rooftop hideout. The air was cool and crisp, but a heat pulsed through her veins, fueled by memories of you—memories that both comforted and tormented her. This was the place where chaos met solace, where laughter echoed off the walls of her mind.

As she stepped onto the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath her, a glittering sea of lights and shadows. But it was the weight of silence that pressed down on her—a silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She leaned against the ledge, her heart racing, caught between the thrill of her reckless decisions and the ache of your absence.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling up. Memories surged like a tidal wave: your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about your dreams, the warmth of your presence that made her feel alive. Moments flashed before her like quicksilver—sneaking into the city’s underground, dancing under the stars, sharing secrets whispered between heartbeats.

She felt a pang in her chest, a sharp reminder of what she had lost. The chaos she embraced had always felt exhilarating, but now it seemed empty without you. “I don’t need anyone,” she insisted, but the words felt hollow, echoing back at her from the void.

The wind howled around her, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her solitude. But then came the voice, slithering into her mind like a serpent—Mylo. “You really think you can do this alone, Jinx? Look where that got you. Alone, again.”

“Shut up,” she hissed, shaking her head as if to dispel his presence. The taunts stung, igniting a fire of anger within her. “I’m not alone. I’m fine on my own.”

But deep down, the truth gnawed at her. She had run from vulnerability, pushing you away in a desperate attempt to prove herself. And now, standing here, she felt the chasm of her choices yawn wide, threatening to swallow her whole.

Jinx’s hands clenched into fists as she fought back against the tide of emotions. She thought of the last time she saw you—the hurt in your eyes as she spat out words she didn’t mean, her own fear disguised as bravado. It was easier to shove you away than to let you see the disarray inside her, the vulnerability that threatened to break her.

Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, she stepped closer to the edge of the rooftop. The city lay sprawled below her, vibrant yet distant. “Why did I push you away?” she murmured, her voice trembling as the weight of realization crashed over her.

The truth hit her like a punch to the gut. “Because you’re scared.” Tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stifle a sob. “Scared of losing the one person who makes you feel… anything.”

The floodgates opened, and the memories surged like a tidal wave. Each shared glance, each fleeting touch—it all came rushing back, and she could feel the warmth of your presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. But you weren’t here now, and the absence felt like a void she couldn’t fill.

“What if I lose you for good?” she whispered into the night, raw vulnerability spilling from her lips. The thought struck her like lightning, illuminating the dark corners of her heart. She could feel it—the fear of being alone, the aching need to connect, to be understood.

With a shuddering breath, Jinx let the emotions wash over her, feeling more exposed than she had ever been. The weight of her own chaos pressed down on her, but beneath it all was the realization that she didn’t have to bear it alone.

“I can’t keep running,” she admitted, the truth carving its way out of her. “I need you. I don’t just want you—I need you, I love you”

Suddenly, the city didn’t seem so vast and empty. A flicker of hope ignited within her—a spark of determination to reach out, to bridge the chasm she had created. She would find you, and she would tell you the truth that had been buried beneath layers of her chaos.

“I’m going to make this right,” she vowed to the night sky, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. “I’ll find you, and I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”

Jinx turned away from the edge, her spirit ignited by the revelation. She wasn’t just chaos; she was capable of love, connection, and vulnerability. And with that realization, she took her first steps back into the vibrant, chaotic life that awaited her—ready to reclaim the connection that had once brought her so much joy.

As Jinx turned away from the ledge, a mixture of determination and dread flooded her. She had finally acknowledged her feelings, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope. But the reality of her situation loomed larger than ever—she had pushed you away, and the thought of you not being there to hear her confession felt like a blade twisting in her heart.

“I’ll find you,” she whispered, but the words felt fragile against the vastness of the city. She sprinted down the staircase, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but each step echoed with the weight of her past mistakes. Memories flashed in her mind, each one a reminder of the pain she had caused and the walls she had built around her heart.

The streets were alive with the pulse of the night, the distant laughter of revelers contrasting sharply with the chaos swirling inside her. She navigated the familiar paths, her mind racing with what-ifs. What if you had really left her for good? What if her impulsive decisions had finally driven you away?

Arriving at your usual meeting spot, she stopped short. The alleyway was empty, devoid of the warmth that once filled it. A heavy silence draped over her, amplifying the gnawing anxiety in her chest. She clenched her fists, fighting back the rising tide of panic. “You can’t be gone. You can’t be…”

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—she had always taken you for granted. Your steadfast presence, your unwavering support—it was a lifeline she had foolishly dismissed. And now, standing alone in the dark, she felt the sting of regret seep into her bones.

“I’m so stupid,” she muttered to herself, pacing in the shadows. Her thoughts turned dark, spiraling into a whirlpool of self-loathing. “You wanted me to be better, and I just pushed you away. What if you don’t forgive me?”

With urgency coursing through her veins, Jinx darted into the night, her heart pounding louder than the distant sounds of the city. She felt the weight of her unspoken confession hang in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to swallow her whole. Each step she took was a frantic attempt to reverse the damage she'd done, to erase the memories of pushing you away.

She bolted toward your apartment, the key in her pocket feeling heavier than it ever had. As she reached the familiar door, hope surged within her. Maybe you were just inside, waiting for her to return and explain everything.

But as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, a chill swept over her. The apartment was dark and empty, the silence echoing back at her like a taunt. The space felt cold and unwelcoming, devoid of the laughter and warmth that had once filled it.

“Where are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she stepped inside. Her heart sank further as she scanned the room, searching for any sign of you—a discarded jacket, a familiar scent, anything that might anchor her to the moment.

Panic clawed at her chest. “You have to be here…” she murmured, her mind racing. The walls seemed to close in on her, reminding her of all the times she had taken your presence for granted. She ran a hand through her blue hair, frustration boiling over. “Why did I let you go?”

Jinx moved through the apartment, her fingers grazing the furniture as if trying to connect with the memories that lingered in the air. She made her way to your bedroom, hoping against hope that maybe you were just hiding away, needing time. But the bed was neatly made, untouched since she'd last been there.

“No, no, no…” she muttered, the words a desperate chant as she backed out of the room. She could feel her heart racing, and the anxiety bubbled into anger. She needed to find you, to make things right. “This is all my fault!”

She tore herself away from the apartment and burst back into the night, determination mingling with despair. The city felt enormous, and each familiar street only amplified her sense of loss. Where could you be? A flash of inspiration struck her—your favorite café.

Running through the alleys, her breath came in sharp gasps. The café was dimly lit, the familiar scent of coffee wafting through the air. As she entered, hope flickered like a candle in the wind, but it quickly extinguished as she scanned the room. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Please…” she whispered, desperation creeping into her voice. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.” She sank into a chair, the weight of her regrets crashing down around her. Memories flooded her mind—moments shared, laughter, the warmth of your touch—each one a reminder of what she stood to lose.

Jinx buried her head in her hands, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. She was alone, and the realization stung deeper than anything she had ever felt.

“God, I’m such an idiot,” she choked out, letting the anguish wash over her. “I thought I could do this on my own, but I was wrong. I need you…”

But as the minutes stretched on, the absence of your presence loomed larger than ever, and she was left grappling with the harsh reality—she had to find you before it was too late.

You hurried back to your apartment, heart racing with each step, you needed to calm down. you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

The moment you stepped inside, you felt an unsettling chill. Something was off.

“Jinx?” you called out, your voice trembling. The silence that followed felt deafening, amplifying the sense of dread settling in your gut.

You moved cautiously toward the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. The door was slightly ajar, and when you pushed it open, your heart sank.

Your desk was a mess—papers were scattered, some with frantic doodles that only Jinx could have drawn. The small box where you kept mementos from your time together was ajar, its contents mixed and disorganized. A couple of your favorite photos, ones that Jinx had taken during happier times, were carelessly tossed aside.

She had been here. Your breath hitched in your throat as the realization crashed over you. She had searched for you.

Panic coursed through your veins. Where had she gone? Did she really came searching you? You reached for your phone, dialing her number, but it went straight to voicemail. you whispered, panic gripping you. 

“Jinx, where are you?” you whispered, heart pounding as you took off down the hallway, determined to find her

As you ran, a thought nagged at you: Had she really pushed you away? Or had you both been caught in a web of chaos that neither of you could untangle? It was terrifying, the thought of losing the connection you had forged together, but you had to believe that there was still a chance.

Finally, your feet carried you to her favorite rooftop hideout.

The moment you reached the top, your breath caught in your throat. There she was, sitting at the edge of the roof, her legs dangling precariously over the side, eyes staring blankly into the dark expanse of the city below. The wind tousled her hair—those familiar blue strands that caught the faint glow of the distant streetlights. She hadn’t heard you approach, or maybe she had, but she didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge you.

You hesitated for a second, unsure if you should call out or move closer. There was something different about her posture, a heavy stillness that sent chills down your spine. She looked small up there, so unlike the wild, reckless force of nature she usually was. In that moment, she looked… lost.

“Jinx,” you finally called softly, your voice carrying on the wind.

She stiffened at the sound of your voice, her hands gripping the edge of the roof just a little tighter. For a moment, she didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything, and your heart raced as the silence stretched painfully long.

Then, slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. They were red-rimmed, swollen—evidence of tears she had tried to hide. It was a rare sight, seeing Jinx like this. The hardness, the sharpness that usually defined her seemed to have crumbled, leaving only raw vulnerability behind.

“You… came back,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for hours.

“Of course I did,” you said, taking a cautious step toward her. “I couldn’t leave things like that.”

She turned back to stare at the skyline, her shoulders slumping further. “I thought you were done with me… Thought you’d finally realized that I’m too broken to fix.”

The words stung, cutting through the tension like a blade. You moved closer, careful not to startle her. “I never said that,” you replied softly, sitting down beside her on the edge. “Jinx, you’re not broken.”

She let out a hollow, bitter laugh, her fingers toying with her hair. “Aren’t I? Look at me. I screw up everything I touch. I ruin things, push people away… even the ones I care about most.”

Her voice wavered, and you could hear the pain in every word. She had built up walls around herself for so long, masking her insecurities, but under the stars, those walls were falling apart.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I don’t know how to stop. It’s like I’m always stuck in this loop—one minute, I’m fine, and the next… everything’s spinning out of control, and I’m dragging you into the mess.”

You reached out, your hand resting gently on her knee, offering comfort in the only way you could. “Jinx, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not afraid of your chaos, or your mistakes, or anything else. We’re in this together.”

She shook her head, her bangs falling into her face, shielding her eyes from you. “But I hurt you. I said things—”

“Things you didn’t mean,” you interrupted softly. “I know you, Jinx. I know when you’re angry, you lash out. But that’s not who you really are. I’ve seen the real you.”

She went quiet for a long moment, her breathing shaky. “I don’t deserve you,” she muttered, her voice cracking again. “I don’t even know why you bother with me. I’m just going to mess up again, you know that, right?”

You leaned closer, your hand gently tilting her chin so she had no choice but to look at you. Her wide, tear-filled eyes met yours, and in that moment, all the walls she had built around herself seemed to crumble.

“I bother because I love you,” you said, your voice steady, filled with conviction. “I love you for who you are, even when you’re a mess. I’m not giving up on you, Jinx. Not ever.”

For the first time in what felt like hours, Jinx’s expression softened, a flicker of something like hope crossing her face. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the words got caught in her throat. She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours, as if she was trying to make sense of the fact that you were still here, still by her side.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, the words thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You shook your head gently, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Jinx hesitated, her fingers twitching as if she didn’t know what to do with them. And then, slowly, she leaned into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Her body trembled slightly, and you could feel the weight of all her emotions pressing against you, but for the first time tonight, she seemed to relax just a little.

The two of you sat there in silence, staring out at the city as the night stretched on. Jinx’s breathing steadied, and her hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as if grounding herself in the moment. The chaos of the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you, sitting together under the vast, starry sky.

For a brief moment, everything felt right. You had her back—both of you were here, together, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to fix the cracks.

But peace never lasted long in Jinx’s world.

And you knew why.

Jinx's breath hitched, her body tensing as if the air itself had changed, the storm in her mind returning without warning. She winced, her hands twitching as if trying to fight off some invisible threat. You watched her eyes darting around, wide and panicked, like she was searching for an escape from something only she could hear.

“No… no, not again,” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost pleading with herself.

“Jinx?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. You shifted slightly, turning to face her, but she didn’t respond. It was as if she was somewhere else entirely. The tremor in her hand grew stronger, and you could feel her grip tightening painfully.

“They won’t stop,” she muttered under her breath, her head shaking as if trying to dislodge the thoughts. “They won’t leave me alone. Why won’t they stop?”

The voices. You knew what she meant, even if she never spoke of them directly. They always lurked in the background, festering in her mind, feeding her darkest fears and doubts. You’d seen it before—the way she would suddenly lose herself, her eyes unfocused, her breath shallow, caught in a battle no one else could see.

“Jinx, I’m right here,” you whispered, hoping your voice could somehow reach her through the storm raging inside her head. “You’re safe.”

But she wasn’t hearing you, her breathing quickening as the torment clawed deeper. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp as if trying to silence the voices. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..." she mumbled, her voice growing more frantic, each word a desperate plea.

You saw the cracks forming, the way her entire body trembled with the weight of the mental war waging inside her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her nails digging into her skin, drawing lines of pain across her temple. She stumbled to her feet, pulling away from you, pacing in frantic circles, her chest heaving.

“Jinx, talk to me—what are they saying?” you asked, your heart breaking as you watched her fall apart. She looked so fragile, so broken in that moment, a far cry from the fierce, unstoppable force you knew her to be.

“They keep telling me…” she gasped, her voice thick with fear and anguish, “they keep telling me I’m no good. That I mess everything up… That I’ll hurt you. I can’t… I can’t make them stop.”

Her words shattered you. You knew she carried this guilt with her everywhere, but hearing it so clearly—hearing how the voices fed her insecurities and ripped her apart—was unbearable.

“It’s not true, Jinx,” you said, standing and stepping closer to her, trying to reach her before she spiraled further. “You’re not who they say you are.”

But she barely heard you, her mind swirling with the weight of the past—those voices, the memories of all the times she’d been told she was a monster. Mylo’s voice, haunting her, whispering that she was a jinx, that everything she touched turned to ruin.

“Why did you even come back?” she choked out suddenly, her eyes wild and full of fear. “Why don’t you leave like the others? You should leave before I destroy you too”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and tears welled in your eyes as you saw how terrified she was—of herself, of losing you, of becoming the very thing she feared most. Her fingers shook as they hovered near her belt, where her pistol rested, the weight of her chaotic thoughts driving her to desperate measures.

“Jinx, stop,” you said urgently, stepping closer as she backed away, her hand trembling near the gun. “You don’t need to listen to them. You’re not alone.”

But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. The voices were too loud, drowning out everything else. They twisted her thoughts, filling her with shame, with guilt, with the idea that she was beyond saving. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with terror as she gripped the pistol, pulling it free though she didn’t aim it at you.

“I’m dangerous,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I always hurt people. I ruin everything. They’re right… they’re always right.”

“No, they’re not,” you said, your own tears falling now as you took another step toward her, hands raised in surrender. “They don’t know you like I do. Please, Jinx, just let me in. You don’t have to fight this alone.”

But she shook her head violently, her sobs growing louder as the voices overwhelmed her. “You don’t get it!” she screamed, her hands trembling so badly that the gun almost slipped in her grasp. “They won’t stop—no matter what I do, they’re always there, telling me I’ll destroy everything!”

Her grip tightened around the pistol, though she didn’t raise it to aim. Her hands were shaking, violently, uncontrollably, the gun trembling in her grasp like a reflection of the chaos in her mind. Tears streamed down her face as she stood before you, raw, vulnerable, and completely overwhelmed by the storm inside her head.

You stepped forward carefully, your heart hammering in your chest. “Jinx, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to listen to them. You’re not dangerous. You’re not the things they say.”

But she shook her head violently, her body trembling more with every second. “No… you don’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her panic. “I’m a mess. I… I can’t stop it. They keep telling me I’ll destroy everything, that I’ll destroy you—just like I did before.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably around the handle of the pistol, and you saw the fear in her eyes. She was terrified—not of you, but of herself, of what she might do, of what the voices were driving her toward. Her entire body trembled with the force of her emotions, her mind fraying at the edges, barely holding on.

“I love you,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as you stepped closer. “Jinx, I’m not leaving. No matter what they say. I’m not afraid of you.”

But your words only seemed to shatter her more, her hands shaking so badly now that she could barely hold onto the gun. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest heaving as the weight of the voices pushed her closer to the edge. She was unraveling before your eyes, slipping away into the chaos that threatened to consume her.

“Why do you stay?” she rasped, her voice thick with tears and anguish. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

You swallowed hard, your own heart breaking at the sight of her falling apart. “Because I know you,” you said softly. “I know who you really are. You’re not your mistakes, Jinx. You’re not the chaos. You’re so much more.”

But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. Her mind was spiraling, her thoughts fractured by the voices that screamed in her head, telling her she was a monster, telling her she would ruin everything, just like she had before.

You saw it happening, the way her body seized up, the way her breath hitched in her throat, and then—

Her finger slipped.

The sound of the gunshot ripped through the air, sharp and deafening in the stillness of the night.

For a moment, everything was frozen. Jinx’s wide, horrified eyes locked onto yours, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she realized what had just happened. Her face crumpled in shock, in disbelief, as if she couldn’t comprehend what she had done.

You stumbled backward, the world swaying beneath you as pain exploded through your body. Your hand flew instinctively to your stomach, where the bullet had struck, blood already seeping through your fingers, warm and sticky. Your legs gave out beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the cold began to seep into your bones.

“No,” Jinx’s voice was a broken, frantic sob as she dropped the gun and rushed to your side, her hands shaking as she pressed down on your wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no—please, no! I didn’t mean to—I swear, I didn’t mean to—don’t leave me!”

Your vision blurred as the pain took hold, each breath a struggle. You tried to focus on her, to reach for her, but your body was failing you. Jinx’s sobs filled your ears, her hands desperately trying to stop the inevitable

You gasped for breath, the world around you fading in and out of focus. Jinx’s frantic cries echoed in your ears, a haunting melody of despair that sliced through the fog of pain. You tried to hold onto her, to anchor yourself in the moment, but darkness crept in at the edges of your vision, pulling you away from her grasp.

“Jinx…” you whispered, your voice barely a rasp, barely there. “I’m… I’m okay…”

But even as you said the words, you could feel the truth slipping away, like sand through your fingers. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be fine, but the pain was too much. Each breath sent fresh waves of agony coursing through you, threatening to drown you in despair.

“Don’t say that! Please, just hold on! Help is coming—I’ll get you help!” she cried, her hands trembling as she applied pressure to your wound, blood soaking her fingers. Her voice was thick with tears, each word laced with desperation. “You can’t leave me! Not now! I love you!”

“I love you more,” you managed to say, forcing a smile even as the edges of your vision blurred. “You’ll be okay… I’m here…”

But her face twisted in anguish, her tears falling onto your skin, mingling with the blood. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t you dare say that!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I can’t lose you! I can’t!”

With every second, you felt yourself slipping away, the warmth of her hands growing distant. The night air felt colder, the world around you growing dimmer. You could see the stars beginning to blur into one another, a cosmic whirlpool drawing you in, and it scared you.

“Jinx…” you murmured, trying to focus on her face, the one thing that anchored you to this world. “You’re… You’re… so much more than this chaos…”

“No!” she cried, shaking her head as if trying to get you to stay. “You don’t get to say that! You’re my light—you’re everything to me! You’re not allowed to leave me! I won’t let you!”

You felt a warmth spreading through your body, but it wasn’t the warmth of her touch or her love—it was a chill that stole the heat from your limbs, a shadow creeping into your consciousness. You tried to reach for her, your fingers brushing against her wrist, but the connection felt tenuous, like trying to hold onto smoke.

“Jinx…” your voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. “I’m scared…”

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, filled with a fierce, desperate determination. “You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Just hold on a little longer. Help is coming. Just stay with me!”

But you could see the doubt flickering in her eyes, the fear that she couldn’t shake—the same fear that had haunted her all this time. The thought of losing you, the weight of her past mistakes crashing down around her like a tidal wave. You wished you could take that burden from her, wished you could ease the pain that was consuming her.

“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice fading. “Promise me… you’ll find… your way back.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she shook her head vehemently. “I don’t care about myself! Just stay with me! Please! I can’t lose you!”

But the darkness was closing in, wrapping around you like a shroud. The world felt so far away, like you were floating, drifting further and further from her grasp. You struggled to keep your eyes open, to focus on her, but it was becoming impossible.

“I love you…” you managed to choke out, the words barely escaping your lips. “You’re… everything… to me…”

Her sobs echoed in your ears as she held you tighter, her body shaking with the force of her grief. “You can’t leave me! You can’t! I need you! I need you!”

With one last, shuddering breath, you let the warmth of her love wash over you, letting it be the last thing you felt.

got me in tears at 4am. im sending you my therapy bill 😃

Y'all were right about her

I don’t think Jinx is dead. Like Caitlyn’s looking at the Hexgate plans and she sees the air ducts plus that smile. She knows Jinx escaped plus Vi being somewhat content? Idk, plus the ending with the airship, Jinx left Zaun for good.