🩷Everything left behind🩷: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun, and a young, bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Summary: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun and a young bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Jinx daughter AU/after season 2/ caitvi fankids
Chapter 3
''Piltover is a horrible place full of nasty people who believe they are better than everyone else. Trust me when I say you shouldn't go there, kid. Your aunt lives there, or so I believe, but your dad probably tells you the same.''
Powder's mom always wrote like it was her father who was originally supposed to take care of her, her writing always insinuated she never doubted it once, yet he didn't... She asked Sol about it, but she just vaguely insinuated that he wasn't able to. Powder was always dead curious about her past, Trying just to pry anything out of her adoptive mother, her bio mom wasn't a great help either, she had some stuff from her, a hand sewn stuffed monkey, which she cherished. And a notebook filled with stories, notes, advice, drawings and at the end of the book, a small explanation why she wasn't able to take care of her. It was vague but kind and described her traumas..
She's didn't know if she was alive or not, but she imagined she wasn't, the thought of her being alive but not present in her life just hurt to much.
"Fuck" Sol groaned as she read the report from her most recent community construction,
"Spores of The Gray found, construction immediately suspended until further notice"
"Just ask Pow to remove it!" Evan grunted, the girl had done it before, she found out she could convert the old spores to a paste that she could paint with, but that didn't take away from the fact the that the stuff was still highly toxic, "Hell no, last time she was sick for a week" Sol grimaced as she remembered the last time, "Powder threw up more then she did as a baby" Vienne laughed.
"Gross" Sevika grimaced in the lounge chair where she was waiting to escort the kids to Piltover. Which wasn't really moving along if she was being honest. But Sol sighed at the thought of her kids going to live with the person who did all of this to Zaun, Caitlyn Kiramman, She knew the woman had changed and that the war was a hard time for everyone, she also has been punished for her war crimes, or at least as much as someone from one of the richest families of Piltover could be.
Caitlyn Kiramman had been officially banned from her families seat in the council, which she was supposed to inherit after her mother passing away, the seat still belonged to her family but for her generation she had to chose someone else.
"Oh, please, put it on! You thought Powder was the cutest baby ever, don't think I don't remember you saying that at some point!" All of Sol's children turned their heads in the direction of the woman who was serving as the councilor. Although it was many years ago, Sevika did say that Powder was the ideal infant. She said, "Yeah, sure, but when she did cry, the whole of Zaun could hear it."
"You still can!" Elio exclaimed as the family burst into laughter. "You guys done packing?" Sevika questioned the kids, quiet murmurs of "yes" spread around the room. "Who's getting Powder?" The family all lifted their hands, their indicator of "not me", leaving Sevika with her hand not in the air. "Your turn Vika" Sol smiled, Sevika just sighed.
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"You ready?" Sevika asked the girl who was sitting on her bed endlessly staring at her pile of stuff, and on her lap, the stuff from her mother. "I guess" Powder murmured, Taking a look at the young lady whom she had known since birth, Sevika realized that in the past, she had not been particularly good with children. It's true that she believed they were the future, but at the momwwent, she just found them annoying. However, the experience of watching the girl grow up did end up changing her perspective. The councilor went to sit next to the blue haired curly girl. "You'll like Vi, she's like you" Powder scoffed "how? She's from topside.." Sevika smiled as she realized the girl's innocence. "She's not, I watched her grow up Pow"
The blue haired girl's eyes went wide.
"What? Then how the hell did she wind up there?!" Wanting to move around, Powder got up and started rambling.
''He-Hey! Put an end to it!'' Sevika intervened by grabbing the girl by the shoulders and saying, "I'm sure she'll tell you in time, but I'm not going to tell you her life story, that's not mine to tell, now come downstairs we're going to be late." Sevika explained this as she stood up and walked towards the door. "Just gonna leave me hanging?" Powder scoffed.
The girl was just like her mother.
What? You really thought she didn't know?
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''Jesus Christ.'' The 4 teens stood in front of the Kiramman Manor. ''And only 4 people live here?'' Elio turned around, asking the councilor who was standing behind, "Including the servants, and now you 4'' ''Servants?!'' Powder exclaimed as she looked at the streets in front of the manor, the streets were lined with houses as big as this one, but it was strangely quiet. Back at home children would be running around, and markets would line the streets, but here, nothing but the occasional bird chirping around. ''Where's your apartment, Sevika?'' Vienne questioned while throwing her heavy bags on the ground. ''I hope somewhere a bit cozier.'' Elio exclaimed, also throwing his bags on the ground, Powder managed to get her brothers to carry all her stuff. A servant appeared when the door opened. "Greetings, children, please follow me." The 4 moved, picking up their heavy bags. ''You can leave your bags here, someone will bring them to your rooms.''
They followed the servant through the manor into what was supposed to be the living room? Wich sure as hell was a lot bigger than their living room back at home. Upon reaching the room, they were welcomed by a table full of treats and desserts ''Oeh" Elio cried as he marched toward the table before being pulled back by his shirt. "Behave." Sevika groaned.
''Welcome!'' a loud voice boomed through the room as a woman the teens recognized as Violet walked into the room, behind her were 2 little girls and a tall woman. ''Into our lovely home. My name is Caitlyn, and these are our 2 daughters.'' The tall woman butted in, shoving the young girls foward, Caitlyn would be lying if she said she wasn't excited for the kids coming to live with them. Having seen her wife running around for days preparing their rooms, she made sure to decorate them all to their interest. ''This is Catherine, and she made something for you.'' The little girl stood behind her mother with a framed picture in her hand. Vienne lowered herself to the girl's level. ''Oh, and what would that be?'' The little girl stepped from behind her mother and handed Vienne the framed drawing, it was an adorable little drawing of her family, four little stick figures, and above them in crooked handwriting, ''Welcome Home.'' Vienne smiled, ''Thank you so much!''
As the 4 settled down on the couch of the obnoxiously large living room, of course choosing to sit as closely to each other as possible, it was an unspoken language for the siblings that in foreign situations they stuck together, as close as possible even if there was enough room on the couch for the lot of them.
Evan reached to the table, grabbing some fruit from a platter and handing it to his little sister. ''What if it's poisoned?'' Powder whispered as Evan popped one of the strawberries into his mouth, he continued chewing with a puzzling look on his face, ''Nope.'' He laughed at his sister's face as he swallowed and handed the rest to Powder, she looked at the couch in front of them, the 2 little girls were both dressed in fancy dresses with bows tying the front of them the oldest looking looking all to unfomfortable, suddenly Powders choice of her favorite pair of shorts and her old boots looked a little too casual for the occasion.
''Okay, you'll guys manage from here, I'll see you kids later.'' Sevika said as she stood up from her seat, "You're leaving already!?"' Powder panickily exclaimed, the thought of the only familiar adult leaving so soon just made her arm hairs stand up straight. ''Calm down, I'm only a few blocks away.'' Powder nodded, embarrassed about her little outburst. As the counselor walked out of the door, Violer spoke up.
''So you guys will be starting school on Monday, and its only a few blocks away from here. I'll walk you guys until you've memorized the way, and tomorrow someone will come over to measure you guys for the uniform!'' Vi clapped her hands together with a big smile on her face, slightly biting her tongue for the teen reactions to the uniform, if she remembered herself at that age, she'd rather have had a concussion than wear a uniform. ''Uniform? Evan questioned ''Yes"' Caitlyn interrupted, "The school has mandatory student uniforms, but of course self-expression is allowed as long as it is in between the guidelines." the teenagers let out a small breath they were holding. Vi continued, "Dinner is at 6, and I would like to discuss a curfew with you guys, Did your mother have any rules set for that?"
The 4 blinked, Their mother had little rules the only one that was really set in place was that they don't bother her after dinner. ''Not really,'' Vienne murmured. ''Well, let's just do 11 weekdays and 1 on the weekend. How does that sound?'' Vi exclaimed, "Early," Elio said, Vi laughed, and Caitlyn spoke up, "Uhm, Powder?" The girl looked up from her oh so intriguing painted nails as her name was called. ''Your mother informed us about your condition... we can assign someone to-''
''We'll manage that,'' Evan interrupted the woman, ''are you sure? We can-'' this time Vienne interrupted, ''No need" a sarcastic smile on her face as she could see her younger sister crumble further into the couch.
They knew that their little sister was more than embarrassed about her condition, she hated it. She hated that she had to take that stupid, disgusting tea every night, and that if she didn't, she'd feel like the whole world was falling apart with an insatiable need for a drug she never even saw in her life, all because her mother was a stupid addict, or so she thought...
Vi quickly picked up the tension in the room and changed the subject. "Why don't we let Cathie show you guys around your rooms?" The little girl jumped up from her seat, her little pigtails bouncing in the process.
"Follow me!"
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''And last but not least, Powder, this is your room!'' Having passed the older sibling rooms, leaving them to unpack, Cathie and Vi showed Powder her room last, Violet tried not to focus too much on the girl's name or her face. This was a different person with a different life, Vi told herself. ''Is this all mine?'' She looked around her room filled with a giant bed, a small seating area, a desk, and a- ''Is that a record player?'' Powder exclaimed excitedly, running toward the corner of the room where the machine sat. ''Your mother explained to us you like music, and we had one lying around, so it's yours now!'' Powder scoffed, ''You just had one lying around? These things cost a fortune.'' Up until now, Powder couldn't really see the Zaun in the woman like Sevika had explained, She probably was so used to her fancy life in Pitlover that she forgot all about it already.
''We'll leave you to get settled.'' Vi and her daughter left the room, The place was way bigger than her cozy attic room, but Powder could already feel the walls closing in on her, She quickly unpacked one of her bags and fetched her notebook out of it. Page 18, she knew the book better than the back of her hand.
"Kid, I hope you never feel the same feelings that I did, that you are never good enough, that you are never strong enough, and that you are a burden." I hope that you never find yourself in a situation where you are alone or scared, and if you do feel either of those things, which is not weird or embarrassing, it's natural and just a part of the process of growing up. I want you to read this and know that I will always be there for you, even if I am very far away. I want you to look up at the stars and know that there were a lot of people in my life that I let down, but I want you to look up at them and know that they are looking at you and that they are very proud of you, just as I am."
That night, Powder felt a little squeezy, a foreign place, and her tea didn't hit right, all simple excuses to knock on her eldest brother's door and crawl into his bed, only to find the rest of her siblings already hanging out in his room. That night Powder fell asleep listening to her siblings chatter and Evan softly playing the guitar.
Summary: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun, and a young, bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Jinx's daughter AU/after season 2/Caitvi fan kids
Chapter 1
Please read the prologue first 😙
In the fancy upper side of Piltover, Vi and Caitlyn had built a life for themselves along with their 2 beautiful daughters, Cassandra the oldest of the 2, or as they liked to call her Cassie was 9 years old and already a top student at her prissy little school, a carbon copy of her mother Caitlyn, up until she was 5 she even talked like her. Their youngest Catherine was just the perfect mix of them strong but sensitive, already understanding the hardships of the world at only 6 years old and thus always wanting to help out.
It was safe to say the cycle was broken
Caitlyn still worked as an enforcer, but Vi didn't feel right joining after the war. She also thought she wouldn't be too good at it with all the paperwork that comes into play. Vi helped out, though mostly standing up for the people of Zaun, rebuilding communities and offering sponsorship through the council. Thus working closely with Sevika, who was still the council representative of House Kiramman. They didn't really get along, Vi couldn't get the image of the fight in the last drop out of her head, but Sevika was loyal to Zaun, and as much as Vi hated it, she was the perfect choice.
But something was missing, Vi felt like she could do more because she had everything: the money, resources, and the space. She had the idea in her head for a while, To bring a few promising kids into her home and sponsor them for an education. It was a risky idea, she would start with a few, 2 siblings perhaps? But it would have to be the right kids, ones with good intentions, that wouldn't be influenced by adults with bad intentions.
So Violet decided to write everything down. Messily, she wrote the idea down on a piece of paper she found in Cait's study. It was the morning, and she had just come back from dropping the girls off at school. Cait always left shortly after her, so she wasn't there when she came back. The house was big, empty and quiet. Aside from a few servants, who despite her repeated requests to be called just Vi, stubbornly insisted on referring to her as Miss Violet.
She took a final glance at the paper after everything had been written down, it certainly didn't look as tidy as Caitlyn's notes, but Vi was sure Sevika would understand. She decided to just present it to her now, she didn't really have anything else to do today, and the counselor would have to make time for her if she just barged into her office. So, she threw on her shoes, grabbed the paper, and marched to the giant front door, but before leaving. ''Oh...uhm MARIEL!''
''Yes, Miss Violet?'' As the head servant of House Kiramman, Mariel was a quiet elderly woman who Violet was certain had been there since before Caitlyn was born, but she also frightened Violet to no end by showing up behind you at random like a ghost.
''JESUS!.. Uhm I'm heading out. I'll be back in a bit.'' Vi explained kindly. While holding her heart a bit, that woman scared the shit out of her. ''Of course, Miss Violet will you be back in time for lunch?'' Vi and Caitlyn always had lunch together, as Caitlyn's office was only a short 10 minute walk. ''Yes, yes, of course!'' Vi exclaimed as she made her way from the house to the councilor building.
Knock knock
Vi stormed into the office while knocking, obviously with permission.
''Yeah, sure, whatever. Come in...?'' Sevika sighed, she was getting used to Vi just coming in throughout the day, sometimes barring questions or just to annoy her. ''Got something for you,'' Vi mumbled as she slammed the piece of paper into the desk. The office was spacious, calm, and traditional, it was furnished similarly to their house, with Sevika adding her own personal touch a minibar, of course.
Sevika scanned the paper with a scowl. ''What the fuck is this?'' Sevika grunted, ''An offer! Instead of a sponsorship, let me do this this month'' Vi and Caitlyn did monthly sponsorships to communities in Zaun. ''And let the communities run dry? Fuck no." Sevika pushed the paper back at Vi, dropping her head back into her paperwork. ''Listen, this is not just some project, this could be an opportunity for kids to better themselves. They're the future, that's what you always say, isn't it?''
Fuck, that is indeed what Sevika always proclaimed, mostly to convince the council to drop more of their funding into better education in Zaun.
''This doesn't have to be a replacement for the sponsorship, you could fund this out of your pocket. Have you discussed it with Cait?'' Sevika dropped her pen, leaning back into her chair. ''No?'' Vi scoffed she could do this on her own, you know?
''Discuss it with her, you are bringing random strangers into her home.'' Vi sighed, ''Our home.."
"Listen, I might have some ideas for a few kids if she agrees to fund it herself." That really sparked Vi's attention ''Who?''
''Talk about it with Cait first!'' ''Fuck no. Now I want to know!''
''You know Sol right?'' ''Yeah...''
Vi knew Sol, She met with her on a few occasions. Sol ran a small children's home on the upper side of Zaun, in an old chem baron building. Just like Vi she had devoted her life to helping communities in Zaun. Well, maybe a little more then Vi...
''Yeah but those are like small kids right....like 4 or 5 years old, i was thinking teenagers.''
Sevika sighed, ''I wasn't done, but she has a few kids of her own to their teenagers'' Really? Vi though she had no idea, really knew Sol pretty well. She even knew that Sol used to help Ekko with the firelight....before he left.
''How old are they?'' Vi was really starting to get intrigued, it sounded almost too good to be true. ''She has 4, and the youngest is 14.''
Proper teenagers, Vi thought, but wouldn't 4 be a little much? ''What are their names?''
Sevika was done with all the questions, Vi was throwing at her. ''Listen, I don't have time for this. Talk about it, and you'll get to meet them. I have meetings.''
Before Vi could throw the next question at her, the counselor was already out of the room. Fuck, she still had so many more questions. The only thing she could do right now is just go home and try to discuss it with Cait. It was almost time for lunch anyway.
''Welcome home, Miss Violet. Your wife is waiting for you in the luncheon room.'' ''Oh shit.'' Vi quickly threw off her giant boots, Cait hated when she stomped those around the house, walking quickly to the kitchen in order to reach the lunchroom. ''Hi cupcake.''
''You're late.''
''Yeah, I'm sorry.'' Vi walked around the giant table, gave Cait a kiss on her head, and sat next to her. ''Where were you?'' lunch was something boring, It looked like a salad with fish, but Vi didn't care, she'll eat anything if its with Caitlyn. ''Uhm... Sevika's'' Cait scoffed, "You hate her?'' Vi shoved some salad into her mouth. ''Uhm, yeah, I had to discuss something with her'' ''Vi, dont talk with food in your mouth....'' Cait smiled and shook her head, wiping some salad dressing from the corner of her mouth. ''Did you discuss the sponsorship for this month?''
''Yeah something like that...'' Vi sighed, ''Listen, we actually discussed something else too''
''Oh,what so?'' Vi stood up from her seat, she found that she was best at explaining things when pacing back and forth.
''Okay, so I've been thinking about this for a while, so I wrote it down and presented it to Sevika. It's basically a project where we would pick some kids from Zaun and bring them into our home to give them an education at Piltover General High School, They would be teenagers, of course, and I was thinking of maybe starting with 2 or 3, siblings perhaps? And I wanted to do that instead of a sponsorship this month, but fucking Sevika didnt want to pull the plug out of the community's, which I get, I really do! But it still pissed me off! AND-''
''Vi, breathe....and sit down!'' Cait grabbed Vi's arm and dragged her back into her chair. Fearing Caitlyn's response, she fell silent.
''You...want...to bring....children into our home....from Zaun?''
''It sounds crazy, I know...it would have the right kids, of course, ones that arent being influenced by someone. It's risky, but I really want to do this, Cait. We need to take a chance on this....''
Cait sighed this, of course, was only something Vi could come up with. She wasn't completely opposed to the plan, it needed some tweaking, but she could see the look on her face and that this was really something she was passionate about.
''And we would have to fund it ourselves, I suppose?''
It was like Cait read Vi's thoughts.
''Yes, their education and, of course, their living expenses, but I also considered giving them a small weekly allowance. They're all high school age the youngest is 14.'' ''How many kids?''
''4'' Cait grabbed Vi's hands, pulling her close so they were at eye level
''I hear you, and I see that you really want this, but this plan is not waterproof. You are bringing strangers into the home where our daughters live''
Vi sighed ''You know Sol, right? they are her kids''
Cait moved back into her chair
'' Sol? Like with the children's home, I thought she only housed small kids, like Caths age?''
Vi nodded. ''Yes, but Sevika claims that she had some of her own too''
Caitlyn shook her head. ''I didn't know that?'' Just like Vi, Cait had met Sol on numerous occasions. Mostly during council meetings, but Sol also had some minor offenses to her name, noting serious mostly about construction without a permit, and she always neatly paid off her fines.
''Cait, please? Once again, Vi inquired
''Fine, I trust you with this, but please do your research.''
Vi jumped up from her chair, pulling her wife into her arms
''Thank you... I promise you won't regret this'.'
Over the bridge, a cloaked figure followed her way to the upper side of Zaun. Over the years, the city grew into a way better place to live and grow up, it didn't compare to the city skyline of Piltover, but it was better than it was before, with small houses, new families, and green spaces, but the best part was no fighting chem barons or shimmer. Instead, Zaun was filled with communities who worked together to rebuild the city.
The cloaked figure came to a halt at a tall, old structure. Lifted her hood and knocked at the door.
Knock knock
It took a while before the door opened, and the figure could hear tons of small footsteps, music and yelling on the other side of the door before the door opened.
''Hey, lefty! you joining for dinner?''
Sol's children's home was lively and homey, with a total of 9 children, including her own, Evan, one of the oldest and the one currently standing at the front door teasing the counselor about her missing limb, was adopted by Sol along with his twin brother Elio at the age of 8. ''Move it, you'' Evan opened the door wider into the house, She could faintly hear Sol call out the kids for dinner. As the 2 moved to the dining room, they walked past the kitchen. Where Vienne, Sol's middle child, stood with a can of water, slightly trying to bug of one of the younger kids who were clinging to her legs, "Hey Vik, you joining for dinner?" Vienne smiled at the broad woman. ''Yeah, give me that.'' She took the can of water out of the young girl's hand, giving her room to pick up the child and carry her to the dining room
The dining room was small with a giant table in the middle, there was barely enough room to walk around the table with all the kids sitting there. And the walls were decorated with all kinds of drawings and doodles from the kids
''Hai Vika, take a seat.''
At the end of the table sat Sol, a tall, mature woman with long, fiery red hair. Sevika took off her cloak and sat at the other end of the table, putting down the can filled with water. All the chairs were filled with children, some quietly eating their dinner, some talking their ears of.
But there was one chair next to her that was empty. ''Where the fucks Powder?''
''Elio language?!'' Sol groaned, immediately some of the young kids repeated the swear word, ''See what you did?'' Elio shrugged, "Where is she though?" Vienne budded in
"In her room playing that god awful topside music and taking something apart probably"
Evan laughed joining the conversation " Okay so who's gonna get her this time" his twin brother groaned "I'm not doing it!" His siblings joined him by lifting their hands, Vienne giggled "That only leaves you mommm" the twins laughed as Vienne stuck her tongue out at their adoptive mother, Sol stood up from her chair slightly smirking "Okay okay, watch the kids!"
Sol dragged herself to the top floor of the children's house, the closer you got to there, the more you could tell you were getting closer to her room, the staircase was decorated with all kinds of clothes and doodles from when she was younger.
"Powder?" Sol opened the door to find her youngest sitting on her bed flipping through the small notebook she had her whole life, it was filled with little notes and stories from her birth mother, Along with that she had giant pair of headphones on her head wich Sol was sure would turn her deaf before she turned 18, "Powder?....Powder............POWDER!" Sol was done she walked to the bed pulling the giant headphones of the teenagers head "No need to yell?"
"I've been calling you, those headphones are gonna make your ears fall of!"
Powder scoffed, her adoptive mother had a tendency to overreact, that's probably just normal for mother she thought
"Dinners ready and Vika's here, so be polite"
Her mother smirked at her, knowing the curly girl had a nick to pester the shit out of the councilor
"Yeah yeahhhh, I'll be the prefect little angel"
Sighed the girl sarcastically as her mother pulled her from her bed and out of the room, but not before dropping the note book next to the stuffed monkey on her bed.
Dinner went smoothly as always, or as smooth as it could go in the chaotic children's house. After dinner the teens were always in charge of putting the small children to bed, throwing them over their shoulders and dragging them to their beds, ofcourse with lots of noise
Giving the 2 mature woman some time...to smoke a blunt.
"I've got a proposal for you" Sevika mumbled as she passed the blunt back to Sol. "Oh yeah?"
"You know the Kirammans right?"
Ofcourse Sol knew them, Sevika was there family's coucil representative. Prissy topside family who donated lots of money to well everything,She meets with lots of people like that.
"Yeah, Well there looking to do a project....bring a few kids from Zaun into their home...give them an education"
Sol hummed, seemed like a cute little project but it wasn't going to fix the real struggles Zaun still had, even though their were lots of things to rebuild in Zaun most people weren't Qualified, some of them couldn't even read or write.
"I suggested your kids..." Sevika mumbled "What?" if there's one thing you shouldn't to Sol is fuck with her kids. "Before you get mad it's not waterproof plan and nothing has been decided yet...but I thought they would be a good option"
Sol scuffed, putting the blunt out "So what would be the terms?" She woul be lying if she didn't like the idea of it, her kids getting a free Piltover education, she could give then everything expect that.
"Don't know, but I can set up a meeting"
Life's about taking risks isn't it?, Sol hated the thought of her children leaving so soon but if that meant that they would get better future she had to take the risk and not be selfish.
Summary: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun, and a young, bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Jinx's daughter AU/after season 2/Caitvi fan kids
Chapter 2
''These are the kids' files, sent over by their mother.'' Vi and Cait were sitting in their home office, along with their 2 daughters. The oldest sister, Cassie, was sitting in the windowsill doing her homework, while the youngest, little Cathie, was lying on the floor doodling on a piece of paper she stole from her mom's desk. Their daughters were very clingy of Caitlyn, wanting to be around her as much as possible when she was home. "Let's start, shall we!" Vi exclaimed, dropping the first file on Cait's desk.
''Vienne is 16 years old and a great help around the house,I adopted her when she was four, her parents were from a small community and moved away, leaving her with me. She enjoys cooking and exercising. But gets the most joy out of working with kids. She's very social and has plenty of friends around the city, but I have to be honest and say that she does have a tendency to drink too much, and come home late. I hope it's just teenage activities and that she'll grow out of it.''
''Sounds good, right?'' Vi grinned at Cait. "She'll get along with Cathie." But Cait sighed hesitantly. ''Drinking Vi? Really?'' she scoffed. "So what? We'll just, uh, lock all the wine in a cabinet?'' To Vi, it was only a minor mishap, no teenager was perfect, but Caitlyn made a small mental note to try to look the girl up inside the system later. ''Lets just continue shall we?'' Cait uttered
'Evan and Elio are the twins, they're 18 years old and both very technically smart and work with me at construction sites. I adopted them when they were eight years old, when I discovered them working behind a bar down in the lanes. Evan is more for barking orders, he's confident and a great leader, often being able to rile up his siblings (usually against me). In his spare time he enjoys playing the guitar, getting lost in it for hours. However, his big personality frequently gets him into trouble, like picking fights. Elio is a bit kinder, softer, and better at controlling himself. He's funny and frequently makes jokes, During work, he likes to do more hands-on stuff, like carrying heavy things or helping with building. But his kindness also makes him reckless, often throwing himself into dangerous situations to help others.''
To Cait and Vi, it sounded pretty good, siblings who work together but are basically the opposite of each other. ''What are you thinking, Cait?'' Vi asked because she could see the frown on her face, time and age added some small wrinkles to her face. The most prominent one was the small line between her eyebrows, which was being very accentuated right now. "It sounds fine... Ultimately, each of them has a point, but isn't that the project's objective?'' Vi grinned, she liked the way Cait was thinking. "Yeah, and I can help them with this stuff because I struggled with all of this too!" Vi grabbed the last file, handing it to Caitlyn. But before she started reading, they noticed the name on the file, ''Powder....'' Cait swiftly closed the file, not wanting to bring up old memories. ''We'll read this one later, I'm sure dinner is almost ready.'' Vi interrupted her, ''No, no, common name... Let's just do it now.''
''Powder is my youngest, she's 14 years old, and she's been with me since she was but a few months old, I knew her father pretty well. She is intelligent, driven, and curious, appreciates the opinions of her older siblings, and loves music and art. She also frequently follows them around, yet also often spends the entire day locked in her room. But she can get lost in her thoughts and insecurities and end up spiraling. I suspect it might be because she was shimmer born.''
Vi sighed, shimmer born is a term for children of shimmer addicts. They're born with the substance in their blood, leading to both mental and physical problems. Cait continued reading.
''She takes medicine for it. A special herbal tea I make myself. It's important she takes it every night, but besides that, she's a joy around the house, perfect with the children, she has a big imagination, so the kids often want her to make up bedtime stories.''
Cait closed the file, putting it back on the pile with the other, Vi was hushed. ''What are you thinking about?'' She grabbed her wife's hands, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles, which still had some faint scars from all those years ago. ''Just feel sorry for the girl... you know.....she never asked for this...'' Vi mumbled. ''So? Do you feel like these are the right kids?'' Vi stood up from where she was sitting at the table, and took a glance at her own kids, who were still quietly doing their own things.
''They're perfect.''
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Across the bridge
''Sit down, you 4.''
It was later in the evening, the young children were already in bed, but of course the 4 teens found it much too early to retreat to their rooms, instead deciding to hang out in the living room. The twins were playing fights in the corner. While Powder was sitting on the floor painting her toenails, Vienne was comfortably brushing her hair in the lounge chair. When Sol barged into the rooms, at this time she was usually in the office. The twins moved to the sofa as Vienne put her hairbrush down. ''You too, Powder.'' The girl looked up from her feet. ''I'm sitting?''
''On the couch, you pancake!'' Evan butted in. Powder stood up from the floor to sit down on the sofa, giving him a slap on his head while doing so.
Sol, who was used to their bickering, didn't blink an eye as she moved to stand in front of them.
''Listen tonight, someone's going to come over with a proposal for you 4-''
''You're not selling us now, are you?'' Vienne exclaimed.
''Shit, I knew money was tight!'' Evan butted in, again.
'Listen! Before you speak, I wasn't done yet.'' Sol shouted, They were the epitome of teenagers, always interrupting before hearing the whole story."
''She's from Piltover, and working on a new project. It involves you 4 moving into her home and sponsoring you for an education, and before you say no! i really want you to consider this because, as your mother, I can give you a lot, except this."
''Now, you may speak.'' Sol bit her tongue a little, fearing her kids reactions.
They were eerily quiet, until Powder spoke up
''So...will we be going to school?....in Piltover....and living there?'' Sol grinned at her youngest while she attempted to understand her meaning. She could see the faces of the rest of her kids twist finally, understanding.
''WHAT?'' ''FUCK NO'' ''PILTOVER?''
The room burst into screams and cries of protests and doubt, the teens throwing a million questions at their mother
''Who would help you with kids?!''
"So we would move out?!!"
"For how long?!!!"
''LISTEN! And calm down, i know this is a lot to process, but please take it in and just listen to her, okay? I'll be in my office until she's here, I think, an hour?'' Their mother left the room, leaving the 4 alone with their thoughts and doubt, Evan the oldest, stood up first. ''What the fuck is this? Were obviously not doing it right?'' Elio, who was usually the biggest kiss ass to his twin brother, said, ''I don't know...what if we just hear the woman out?'' Vienne nodded "Yeah we can at least think about it....what do you think, Pow?'' Their youngest sister was strangely quiet, probably wanting to hear out the opinions of her older brothers and sister. ''I just dont like the thought of living somewhere else...but...I'm not completely against going to school...it could be fun?'' Evan scoffed, "Schools are not fun, Powder it's an awful place where they lock you in for hours and hit you with sticks!" ''Really!?''
''That's not true!'' Vienne said with a laugh. ''Keep that bullshit out of her head'' Evan sighed. ''Fine, we'll hear her out, but it's going to take a lot of convincing to get me to this.''
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Since it was late at night, Vi traveled alone to Sol's house. She wanted to complete this project on her own since it was hers, and she wanted to prove that she could do this herself. Walking around Zaun now was a lot different from when she was a teen; the streets aren't filled with rubbish and trash anymore but instead lined with benches and trash cans. The houses were clean but still small and had fairy lights hanging on the sides of them, There were still some children running around. Overall, it was safe and clean, everything she had always wanted.
Vi reached the front door of the house, it was a bit fancier than the rest of the neighborhood. Sol had explained to her that chem barons used to vacate it. After knocking on the front door, she waited for someone to answer. While waiting, she noticed a small light. Blinking on the side of the door, probably a sensor, makes sense for a bigger house like this.
Sol opened the front door. ''Violet, welcome. Come in" she stepped aside, letting Vi enter her house. "The kids are asleep, i like them going to bed early for a bit of me time." A grin appeared on Vi's face as she said, "Haha, I know exactly what you mean." Sol joined her laugh ''Yeah, but the teens do what they want at night, as long as they dont bother me. Right now they're in the living room. Follow me.'' She followed Sol throughout the house to the living room, noticing the drawings of children on the walls, some a bit more professional, some just scribbles, but nonetheless Sol put them all on the walls.
Upon entering the living room, Vi experienced a sensation similar to that of having her soul extracted from her body. A girl with blue and curly hair was sitting on the couch in the living room, and her face was a remarkable resemblance to that of her sister...
Vienne, being the kind and generous young lady that she is, immediately stood up to greet the woman. However, she must admit that she was completely surprised to see someone very different. The woman had piercings and a face tattoo, which is something that is not seen regularly in Pitlover. ''I'm Vienne, and it's a pleasure to meet you.''
Vi regained herself. 'Yes, I'm Violet, but just Vi's fine.'' Vienne continued, pointing at the twins, ''These are Elio and Evan.'' Elio waved, and Evan just grunted. ''And this is Powder.'' Vienne smiled as she laid her hand on her sister's shoulder, the girl was curled into the couch with her legs against her chest. ''Could I get you something to drink?''
''No thank you, how about we get started?'' Vi explained the project and its terms one more time. She also explained what their day would look like at the school, she explained their allowance, which was significantly more than what they got from their mother, Sol, though it was perfect it was everything she ever wanted for her kids, a future, maybe even future spots at the Academy.
''So what do you guys think?'' As the siblings looked at one another, they noticed the ecstasy that was present on each other's faces. Evan was still doubtful, but they did everything together, he couldn't just let his little siblings go to topside without him.
''We're in''
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After some time had passed, the four siblings made their way down to the lanes. Despite the fact that the majority of people lived on the upper side of Zaun, the underground was still very much active with clubs, bars, and brothels. At night the 4 of us usually could be found there. After retreating to their rooms, they all made their way out of their windows and into the night, thinking their mother had no idea, but she knew moms always know. It was still early, but the bar was already crowded, and they were regulars there because it was the same place where Elio and Evan had worked when they were younger. Evan slammed his beer down on the bar where they were sitting.
''I can't believe we agreed to this.'' Both the twins were drinking beer, and the girls something sweet. Powder raised her voice and said, "Well, we're not going to make this easy for them, duh?" The chuckles of her siblings were heard, and Elio responded by saying, "Of course not, that's not in our way of going."
While they were getting ready for their new life, the four of them had consumed enough alcohol that night to last the whole of Zaun.
I know this sound very weird but please bare with me 🙏 ( I've had this in my head for so long I need to get it out!)
Okay so before the final battle, Jinx and Ekko might have had some fun 😏 ( I know they didn't but like i said BARE WITH ME 🙏) and Jinx ended up falling pregnant 😱 ( theoretically I don't think this would be possible with everything she went trough)
BUT she end up escaping ( SHE'S ALIVE!)
She gives birth somewhere far away ( probably alone 🥲) but with her past and ofcourse thinking she will mess it up, She goes back to Zaun to leave her daughter with Ekko ( I imagine she would leave her with all kinds of trinkets and little toys she made for her 😭) But Ekko kind of immediately sees it as some kind of sign (of course that Jinx's still alive) and leaves to go looking for her.
Leaving their daughter with a old friend (she would probably be a OC someone who maybe grew up with them or was part of the firelights)
I KNOW THIS SEEMS BORING BUT HERE'S THE ACTUAL PLOT!
So my OC raises her with some other children as well ( kind of like a little orphanage)
So ofcourse Cait and Vi come into play ( Vi has no idea she has a niece duh) and Violet wants to start a program to bring children from Zaun into their home to give them an education 🤗 ( this is kinda where the desendants part comes from)
Sevika! ( who is still a councilor and happends to know my OC 😏) knows the perfect children! 😉
OKAY GUYS! Pleaseee let me know what you think if you have any suggestions or if it needs something extra! Just throw it at me cause I have never wrote a real fic before and I could use all the help!!! 😅
( English is also not my first language if you couldn't tell)
Summary: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun, and a young, bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Jinx's daughter AU/after season 2/Caitvi fan kids
Chapter 1
Please read the prologue first 😙
In the fancy upper side of Piltover, Vi and Caitlyn had built a life for themselves along with their 2 beautiful daughters, Cassandra the oldest of the 2, or as they liked to call her Cassie was 9 years old and already a top student at her prissy little school, a carbon copy of her mother Caitlyn, up until she was 5 she even talked like her. Their youngest Catherine was just the perfect mix of them strong but sensitive, already understanding the hardships of the world at only 6 years old and thus always wanting to help out.
It was safe to say the cycle was broken
Caitlyn still worked as an enforcer, but Vi didn't feel right joining after the war. She also thought she wouldn't be too good at it with all the paperwork that comes into play. Vi helped out, though mostly standing up for the people of Zaun, rebuilding communities and offering sponsorship through the council. Thus working closely with Sevika, who was still the council representative of House Kiramman. They didn't really get along, Vi couldn't get the image of the fight in the last drop out of her head, but Sevika was loyal to Zaun, and as much as Vi hated it, she was the perfect choice.
But something was missing, Vi felt like she could do more because she had everything: the money, resources, and the space. She had the idea in her head for a while, To bring a few promising kids into her home and sponsor them for an education. It was a risky idea, she would start with a few, 2 siblings perhaps? But it would have to be the right kids, ones with good intentions, that wouldn't be influenced by adults with bad intentions.
So Violet decided to write everything down. Messily, she wrote the idea down on a piece of paper she found in Cait's study. It was the morning, and she had just come back from dropping the girls off at school. Cait always left shortly after her, so she wasn't there when she came back. The house was big, empty and quiet. Aside from a few servants, who despite her repeated requests to be called just Vi, stubbornly insisted on referring to her as Miss Violet.
She took a final glance at the paper after everything had been written down, it certainly didn't look as tidy as Caitlyn's notes, but Vi was sure Sevika would understand. She decided to just present it to her now, she didn't really have anything else to do today, and the counselor would have to make time for her if she just barged into her office. So, she threw on her shoes, grabbed the paper, and marched to the giant front door, but before leaving. ''Oh...uhm MARIEL!''
''Yes, Miss Violet?'' As the head servant of House Kiramman, Mariel was a quiet elderly woman who Violet was certain had been there since before Caitlyn was born, but she also frightened Violet to no end by showing up behind you at random like a ghost.
''JESUS!.. Uhm I'm heading out. I'll be back in a bit.'' Vi explained kindly. While holding her heart a bit, that woman scared the shit out of her. ''Of course, Miss Violet will you be back in time for lunch?'' Vi and Caitlyn always had lunch together, as Caitlyn's office was only a short 10 minute walk. ''Yes, yes, of course!'' Vi exclaimed as she made her way from the house to the councilor building.
Knock knock
Vi stormed into the office while knocking, obviously with permission.
''Yeah, sure, whatever. Come in...?'' Sevika sighed, she was getting used to Vi just coming in throughout the day, sometimes barring questions or just to annoy her. ''Got something for you,'' Vi mumbled as she slammed the piece of paper into the desk. The office was spacious, calm, and traditional, it was furnished similarly to their house, with Sevika adding her own personal touch a minibar, of course.
Sevika scanned the paper with a scowl. ''What the fuck is this?'' Sevika grunted, ''An offer! Instead of a sponsorship, let me do this this month'' Vi and Caitlyn did monthly sponsorships to communities in Zaun. ''And let the communities run dry? Fuck no." Sevika pushed the paper back at Vi, dropping her head back into her paperwork. ''Listen, this is not just some project, this could be an opportunity for kids to better themselves. They're the future, that's what you always say, isn't it?''
Fuck, that is indeed what Sevika always proclaimed, mostly to convince the council to drop more of their funding into better education in Zaun.
''This doesn't have to be a replacement for the sponsorship, you could fund this out of your pocket. Have you discussed it with Cait?'' Sevika dropped her pen, leaning back into her chair. ''No?'' Vi scoffed she could do this on her own, you know?
''Discuss it with her, you are bringing random strangers into her home.'' Vi sighed, ''Our home.."
"Listen, I might have some ideas for a few kids if she agrees to fund it herself." That really sparked Vi's attention ''Who?''
''Talk about it with Cait first!'' ''Fuck no. Now I want to know!''
''You know Sol right?'' ''Yeah...''
Vi knew Sol, She met with her on a few occasions. Sol ran a small children's home on the upper side of Zaun, in an old chem baron building. Just like Vi she had devoted her life to helping communities in Zaun. Well, maybe a little more then Vi...
''Yeah but those are like small kids right....like 4 or 5 years old, i was thinking teenagers.''
Sevika sighed, ''I wasn't done, but she has a few kids of her own to their teenagers'' Really? Vi though she had no idea, really knew Sol pretty well. She even knew that Sol used to help Ekko with the firelight....before he left.
''How old are they?'' Vi was really starting to get intrigued, it sounded almost too good to be true. ''She has 4, and the youngest is 14.''
Proper teenagers, Vi thought, but wouldn't 4 be a little much? ''What are their names?''
Sevika was done with all the questions, Vi was throwing at her. ''Listen, I don't have time for this. Talk about it, and you'll get to meet them. I have meetings.''
Before Vi could throw the next question at her, the counselor was already out of the room. Fuck, she still had so many more questions. The only thing she could do right now is just go home and try to discuss it with Cait. It was almost time for lunch anyway.
''Welcome home, Miss Violet. Your wife is waiting for you in the luncheon room.'' ''Oh shit.'' Vi quickly threw off her giant boots, Cait hated when she stomped those around the house, walking quickly to the kitchen in order to reach the lunchroom. ''Hi cupcake.''
''You're late.''
''Yeah, I'm sorry.'' Vi walked around the giant table, gave Cait a kiss on her head, and sat next to her. ''Where were you?'' lunch was something boring, It looked like a salad with fish, but Vi didn't care, she'll eat anything if its with Caitlyn. ''Uhm... Sevika's'' Cait scoffed, "You hate her?'' Vi shoved some salad into her mouth. ''Uhm, yeah, I had to discuss something with her'' ''Vi, dont talk with food in your mouth....'' Cait smiled and shook her head, wiping some salad dressing from the corner of her mouth. ''Did you discuss the sponsorship for this month?''
''Yeah something like that...'' Vi sighed, ''Listen, we actually discussed something else too''
''Oh,what so?'' Vi stood up from her seat, she found that she was best at explaining things when pacing back and forth.
''Okay, so I've been thinking about this for a while, so I wrote it down and presented it to Sevika. It's basically a project where we would pick some kids from Zaun and bring them into our home to give them an education at Piltover General High School, They would be teenagers, of course, and I was thinking of maybe starting with 2 or 3, siblings perhaps? And I wanted to do that instead of a sponsorship this month, but fucking Sevika didnt want to pull the plug out of the community's, which I get, I really do! But it still pissed me off! AND-''
''Vi, breathe....and sit down!'' Cait grabbed Vi's arm and dragged her back into her chair. Fearing Caitlyn's response, she fell silent.
''You...want...to bring....children into our home....from Zaun?''
''It sounds crazy, I know...it would have the right kids, of course, ones that arent being influenced by someone. It's risky, but I really want to do this, Cait. We need to take a chance on this....''
Cait sighed this, of course, was only something Vi could come up with. She wasn't completely opposed to the plan, it needed some tweaking, but she could see the look on her face and that this was really something she was passionate about.
''And we would have to fund it ourselves, I suppose?''
It was like Cait read Vi's thoughts.
''Yes, their education and, of course, their living expenses, but I also considered giving them a small weekly allowance. They're all high school age the youngest is 14.'' ''How many kids?''
''4'' Cait grabbed Vi's hands, pulling her close so they were at eye level
''I hear you, and I see that you really want this, but this plan is not waterproof. You are bringing strangers into the home where our daughters live''
Vi sighed ''You know Sol, right? they are her kids''
Cait moved back into her chair
'' Sol? Like with the children's home, I thought she only housed small kids, like Caths age?''
Vi nodded. ''Yes, but Sevika claims that she had some of her own too''
Caitlyn shook her head. ''I didn't know that?'' Just like Vi, Cait had met Sol on numerous occasions. Mostly during council meetings, but Sol also had some minor offenses to her name, noting serious mostly about construction without a permit, and she always neatly paid off her fines.
''Cait, please? Once again, Vi inquired
''Fine, I trust you with this, but please do your research.''
Vi jumped up from her chair, pulling her wife into her arms
''Thank you... I promise you won't regret this'.'
Over the bridge, a cloaked figure followed her way to the upper side of Zaun. Over the years, the city grew into a way better place to live and grow up, it didn't compare to the city skyline of Piltover, but it was better than it was before, with small houses, new families, and green spaces, but the best part was no fighting chem barons or shimmer. Instead, Zaun was filled with communities who worked together to rebuild the city.
The cloaked figure came to a halt at a tall, old structure. Lifted her hood and knocked at the door.
Knock knock
It took a while before the door opened, and the figure could hear tons of small footsteps, music and yelling on the other side of the door before the door opened.
''Hey, lefty! you joining for dinner?''
Sol's children's home was lively and homey, with a total of 9 children, including her own, Evan, one of the oldest and the one currently standing at the front door teasing the counselor about her missing limb, was adopted by Sol along with his twin brother Elio at the age of 8. ''Move it, you'' Evan opened the door wider into the house, She could faintly hear Sol call out the kids for dinner. As the 2 moved to the dining room, they walked past the kitchen. Where Vienne, Sol's middle child, stood with a can of water, slightly trying to bug of one of the younger kids who were clinging to her legs, "Hey Vik, you joining for dinner?" Vienne smiled at the broad woman. ''Yeah, give me that.'' She took the can of water out of the young girl's hand, giving her room to pick up the child and carry her to the dining room
The dining room was small with a giant table in the middle, there was barely enough room to walk around the table with all the kids sitting there. And the walls were decorated with all kinds of drawings and doodles from the kids
''Hai Vika, take a seat.''
At the end of the table sat Sol, a tall, mature woman with long, fiery red hair. Sevika took off her cloak and sat at the other end of the table, putting down the can filled with water. All the chairs were filled with children, some quietly eating their dinner, some talking their ears of.
But there was one chair next to her that was empty. ''Where the fucks Powder?''
''Elio language?!'' Sol groaned, immediately some of the young kids repeated the swear word, ''See what you did?'' Elio shrugged, "Where is she though?" Vienne budded in
"In her room playing that god awful topside music and taking something apart probably"
Evan laughed joining the conversation " Okay so who's gonna get her this time" his twin brother groaned "I'm not doing it!" His siblings joined him by lifting their hands, Vienne giggled "That only leaves you mommm" the twins laughed as Vienne stuck her tongue out at their adoptive mother, Sol stood up from her chair slightly smirking "Okay okay, watch the kids!"
Sol dragged herself to the top floor of the children's house, the closer you got to there, the more you could tell you were getting closer to her room, the staircase was decorated with all kinds of clothes and doodles from when she was younger.
"Powder?" Sol opened the door to find her youngest sitting on her bed flipping through the small notebook she had her whole life, it was filled with little notes and stories from her birth mother, Along with that she had giant pair of headphones on her head wich Sol was sure would turn her deaf before she turned 18, "Powder?....Powder............POWDER!" Sol was done she walked to the bed pulling the giant headphones of the teenagers head "No need to yell?"
"I've been calling you, those headphones are gonna make your ears fall of!"
Powder scoffed, her adoptive mother had a tendency to overreact, that's probably just normal for mother she thought
"Dinners ready and Vika's here, so be polite"
Her mother smirked at her, knowing the curly girl had a nick to pester the shit out of the councilor
"Yeah yeahhhh, I'll be the prefect little angel"
Sighed the girl sarcastically as her mother pulled her from her bed and out of the room, but not before dropping the note book next to the stuffed monkey on her bed.
Dinner went smoothly as always, or as smooth as it could go in the chaotic children's house. After dinner the teens were always in charge of putting the small children to bed, throwing them over their shoulders and dragging them to their beds, ofcourse with lots of noise
Giving the 2 mature woman some time...to smoke a blunt.
"I've got a proposal for you" Sevika mumbled as she passed the blunt back to Sol. "Oh yeah?"
"You know the Kirammans right?"
Ofcourse Sol knew them, Sevika was there family's coucil representative. Prissy topside family who donated lots of money to well everything,She meets with lots of people like that.
"Yeah, Well there looking to do a project....bring a few kids from Zaun into their home...give them an education"
Sol hummed, seemed like a cute little project but it wasn't going to fix the real struggles Zaun still had, even though their were lots of things to rebuild in Zaun most people weren't Qualified, some of them couldn't even read or write.
"I suggested your kids..." Sevika mumbled "What?" if there's one thing you shouldn't to Sol is fuck with her kids. "Before you get mad it's not waterproof plan and nothing has been decided yet...but I thought they would be a good option"
Sol scuffed, putting the blunt out "So what would be the terms?" She woul be lying if she didn't like the idea of it, her kids getting a free Piltover education, she could give then everything expect that.
"Don't know, but I can set up a meeting"
Life's about taking risks isn't it?, Sol hated the thought of her children leaving so soon but if that meant that they would get better future she had to take the risk and not be selfish.
Summary: Years after the war, a new generation takes over Zaun and a young bright inspiring girl named Powder discovers the truth behind her name and her legacy.
Jinx daughter AU/after season 2
Prologue
"Sometimes taking a step forward means leaving a few things behind"
"Sol! You have to promise to me....will you take care of her?!"
"I...I.....Ekko?" "PROMISE!?"
Sol looked at the young boy she knew so well standing at the front door of her scrappy undercity apartment that she squatted. She was a like minded woman to Ekko a few years older but the same age by heart. She helped him build up the firelights a safe haven for young people to grow up, but a few years later she decided she just couldn't put all her eggs in one basket. Zaun still needed so much more from her so she left trusting Ekko could do it on his own, And after the everything that happend during the war she was confident he could. imagine her surprise when he showed up at her door with small basket containing a tiny but mighty loud little girl. The infants wails could probably be heard on the other side of Zaun, So it was hard to hear what Ekko was explaining to her. Something about having to leave and how he couldn't take care of her.
He couldn't bear the side of the child, She just looked to much like her.
Sol took one last look at the state of the boy, out of breath his eyes brimming with tears and his bag with stuff hanging on his shoulder
"Fine!....I promise!" That sentence was all it took for him shove the basket containing the baby into her arms, muttering a few thank you's as he ran into the night.
Stepping back inside, Sol had no idea what to do with herself or the small infant in her arms. She pulled back the blanket that was covering the basket to let the infant breathe, but the room was cold there was absolutely nothing homey or safe about the place that she lived right now, definitely not right to raise a child. So she tucked to the blanket into the nape of the baby's neck.
"Shhhhh....shhhhh...it's okay.. " Sol wispered it shushed the child a little but she was still whimpering. She decided to take the child out of the basket to move to her bedroom, the room was smaller and had no windows so Sol hoped it would be warmer. She tried to bounce the child a little while walking to the room, Mother's do that right? Her bed was crappy and small, but had lots of blankets that she could tuk around the baby to create a little cot. Wich she surprisingly liked, quickly falling asleep. "Thank God..."
She doesn't think she could have handled a minute more of the wailing. Quickly walking out of the room back into the what's supposed to be the living room. She immediately spotted the basket again, this time noticing something hanging out of it. She lifted it up to find a letter, a small note book and a small hand sewn monkey stuffy, it was sewn with mis matched fabric probably some old clothes and it had a crooked smile. Sol almost smiled it it herself whomever made it sure put great effort. But her attention went back to the letter.....
Hai Ekko!
Uhmmm surprise! I guess...
Yeah I didn't want you to find out like this you know. Probably wanted to do something big but also wait a few more years...
I don't expect you to understand, but I ask of you this one thing
Please take good care of her?
Don't screw it up like I would...
And don't come looking... won't find me, just focus on her please...
Xx
Also please name her Powder
(I wanna give that name a good meaning)
"Fuck"
It was only then that Sol realized who's child this was.
I know this sound very weird but please bare with me 🙏 ( I've had this in my head for so long I need to get it out!)
Okay so before the final battle, Jinx and Ekko might have had some fun 😏 ( I know they didn't but like i said BARE WITH ME 🙏) and Jinx ended up falling pregnant 😱 ( theoretically I don't think this would be possible with everything she went trough)
BUT she end up escaping ( SHE'S ALIVE!)
She gives birth somewhere far away ( probably alone 🥲) but with her past and ofcourse thinking she will mess it up, She goes back to Zaun to leave her daughter with Ekko ( I imagine she would leave her with all kinds of trinkets and little toys she made for her 😭) But Ekko kind of immediately sees it as some kind of sign (of course that Jinx's still alive) and leaves to go looking for her.
Leaving their daughter with a old friend (she would probably be a OC someone who maybe grew up with them or was part of the firelights)
I KNOW THIS SEEMS BORING BUT HERE'S THE ACTUAL PLOT!
So my OC raises her with some other children as well ( kind of like a little orphanage)
So ofcourse Cait and Vi come into play ( Vi has no idea she has a niece duh) and Violet wants to start a program to bring children from Zaun into their home to give them an education 🤗 ( this is kinda where the desendants part comes from)
Sevika! ( who is still a councilor and happends to know my OC 😏) knows the perfect children! 😉
OKAY GUYS! Pleaseee let me know what you think if you have any suggestions or if it needs something extra! Just throw it at me cause I have never wrote a real fic before and I could use all the help!!! 😅
( English is also not my first language if you couldn't tell)
Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader
Warnings: Financial distress, sex work, creeps on the internet
Notes: Sex work is a very complicated industry with a lot of nuance. There are positives, and there are negatives. This fic does not shy away from the negatives, and there will be times when Reader is uncomfortable. I know this fic is just a smutty piece of fiction, but I don't want to glamorise what can be, at times, a very difficult job. Please read, and enjoy, at your own discretion.
I love the idea of in-canon Kiramman!Reader and Jinx because Kiramman!reader would not give a single fuck. Average conversation between Caitlyn and her sister:
Caitlyn: she’s crazy! Insane!! A terrorist!!! She blows people up for fun!! She’s murdered before!!!
hiiiiiiiii love your work already, super awesome and idk how you posted so much already like wow.
i was wondering if I can please request a jinx x female Kiramman reader wether it’s like head cannons or some kind of scenario like maybe they are best friends but don’t act like it like they act literal gfs and get teased by Vi, Caitlyn, and everyone around them and they do things gfs do and like do cute things for eachotheror maybe jinx makes stuff for reader and they do each others makeup or get ready together and sleep together all cuddled up and stuff i feel like that would be so adorable and they are so love struck maybe jinx accidentally confessed and then it just blossoms into a relationship.
thank you so much!
of course! thank you for the request <3
❥・summary; reader and jinx are in love with each other- everyone can see that. except for them, somehow.
❥・tags/warnings; kiramman!reader, you're gfs but not but you are, friends to lovers, fluff, oblivious!reader, oblivious!jinx, i would say homoerotic friendship but this is sfw, what do i call it, background caitvi, fluff.
❥・wc; 5.6k.
thank you for your kind words!! i took a 3 month break in 2025 but was still writing in private, when i came back i posted everything at once hahah :) i'm glad you enjoy my work!!
at first, you were hesitant when your sister brought a girl home. it wasn’t that you weren’t used to guests, such company came with the territory of being a kiramman. you haven’t known this kind of company, though, and it was nerve-wracking. what kind of impression would you make? what should you expect from this mystery girl, this vi? would she like you? is she any good for caitlyn?
you’re younger, but still worry for her. you can’t help it. the first meeting comes and goes, a dinner that clearly makes vi anxious. she’s stiff and tripping over her words while trying to speak with your parents- she manages, somehow. you introduce yourself to her, and she shakes your hand. you think the skin of her palm is the roughest you’ve ever felt.
vi comes over more and more often over the coming weeks, her presence becoming less foreign. you make friendly chatter every once in a while, and your guard comes down as you realize just how happy she makes caitlyn. you’ve never seen your sister this vibrant before. whenever vi is near, there’s a certain tranquility to her; her worries are washed away in an instant, she looks at the woman like she hung all the stars in her sky.
you could’ve lived without seeing caitlyn pinning vi to a wall outside of the library, though.
she was familiar, that was all. you didn’t start truly paying attention until the first time vi dragged her sister along- the first time you heard of her having one. evidently, their relationship wasn’t the best. nothing like the closeness you and caitlyn share. still, she intrigued you. she ate dinner with you with no regard for table manners, while vi was at least trying.
you’ve never known anyone so reckless.
so free, unapologetically themselves.
the first time she spoke to you, though, was after vi and caitlyn went off to.. wherever they would go after the formalities were over. you didn’t like to dwell on it. she was left by herself in the living room, messy eye makeup and tattered pants a sharp contrast to the pristine marble and expensive furniture. lazily tossing around the end of one of her braids, she perked up when you came into view.
“there she is,” she said, a teasing edge to her voice. you weren’t sure what to do with that. so you didn’t do anything with it.
“did they leave you here alone?”
“yeah,” jinx purses her lips. “not surprised, though. you’d have to pry vi off your sister.”
“i-” you huffed, turning your face away. the gall this girl had to speak like this, but she wasn’t wrong. “yes, agreed. do you want me to get you something to drink? would you like me to start the fireplace?”
you’re just trying to be a good host, honestly, even though it’s technically caitlyn hosting this. jinx shakes her head, though, seeing as she already had her food and refreshments for the night. she does nod toward one of the corridors, though, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.
“fancy house,” she says.
“thank you.”
“you wanna show me around, pretty girl?”
pretty girl.
you didn’t pay any mind to the heat rising to your cheeks. you just showed her around the manor, rambling on about the history of the place. the past generations of kirammans who had lived here- not that you ever particularly cared for that history, but it was the script you stuck to when showing guests around.
in the midst of it all, you exchanged your names. jinx didn’t shake your hand, though she did tell you your name suited you.
you could tell jinx was growing bored, though. you tried to switch tactics.
talk a little more casually, and stand with your hip popped like she did. odd, but nice, you thought.
she pointed out bits she liked, and was vocal about the parts she hated. you were mentally adding to the list of words that could describe this girl: untamed, impolite, blunt, opinionated, strong-willed, sardonic.
charming, as well.
even though she goes against everything your parents raised you to be, and she’s a far cry from what’s accepted in piltover, you couldn’t help being drawn to her. a sort of magnetic pull.
the life of a high-house girl might be comfortable, but it’s also sheltered. you never had any lasting friendships. the few you did have were confined to school buildings, and you fell out of touch with those people as you got older.
this was a golden opportunity. a girl around your age who interested you, and who returned that interest.
when jinx had to leave that night, you found yourself upset at the fact she was going. you missed her when she left, and though you tried to keep it under wraps, you wanted to see her again. you started to ask caitlyn when vi would bring jinx around again, to which your sister would always say she didn’t know.
a month later, vi finally brought her back.
the whole night, you were practically attached to jinx at the hip. once all the niceties between her, caitlyn, cassandra and tobias were over, she spent the night by your side, chattering about her recent adventures. the things she told you were thrilling: building bombs, tagging walls, testing out her glitter bombs in the square.
you’ve heard things about zaun. always portrayed in such a negative light. this is what members of piltovan society should avoid, you were told- though the way jinx spoke about it, so animated and with light in her rosy eyes, you knew you weren’t told the full truth growing up. you suspect caitlyn feels the same way, dating vi.
though vi is much more mellow than jinx.
that’s okay, you thought. you can handle an adventure.
this time, when jinx had to go, you asked for her phone number. she huffed, giving you a teasing comment along the lines of, “can’t get enough of me, huh?” but gave you her phone to type your number into regardless. you saw her set your contact name as your name, but with a few blue heart emojis afterward. huh.
your first time going to jinx’s hideout, you’re not sure what to expect. it’s also your first time in zaun, which complicates things. she lent you some clothes that’d help you blend in among the masses, and told you to keep your head down.
“don’t bother anyone, don’t stare. probably best if you stay quiet, too, at least until we’re there. someone hears you talk, they’re gonna know.”
“how would they know?”
“trust me,” she huffs, like the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “they’ll know. we have our ways.”
you didn’t push any further. just followed her instructions as you walked beside her through the winding lanes, past the neon lights and smog of the undercity. it’s just starting to get dark outside, but as you’ve heard, zaun never sleeps.
she leads you down some more narrow paths, past some teenagers fighting, which she doesn’t pay any attention to. the street lights grow dimmer, until eventually there’s no street lights, but jinx knows what she’s doing. you have to trust her, no matter how much your stomach sinks, nerves getting the best of you.
“here we are,” she says finally, stopping in front of a structure you can’t name. she leads you down, underground, then to a heavy steel door that slams behind you when you enter.
neon spray paint, dim lighting, steel platforms without railings, a tent on one platform, a little cot, with a workbench smack in the middle of the space. you weren’t sure what you expected, though it makes sense. it’s all so jinx.
“careful walkin’. can’t lose balance in here.”
“i’m getting that,” you reply. the paths aren’t that narrow, though still enough to make you scared to walk too quickly. the girl shows you her space, just like you did yours, much less formally and much faster. she explains the monkey she spray paints everywhere, shows off her collection of patchworked clothes. her mechanical engineering textbooks that she makes sure to mention were swiped from one of those ‘prissy piltie bookstores.’ you roll your eyes, but don’t interrupt.
finally, she gets to the workbench. notebooks and blueprints are messily strewn about, half-finished explosives decorating the space. she gives a little grin and exaggerated, “ta-da!”
“you built all of these?”
“with my own two hands,” she affirms. “like ‘em?”
“they’re..” you trail off, trying to find the right words. “interesting.”
“good interesting or bad interesting?”
“good interesting.”
jinx chuckles to herself, picking up one of her projects and turning it over in her hands. “i’ll take that.”
she shows you her newest contraptions and explains all of the mechanisms, as well as the upgrades she wants to make. she rattles on like all of the terms she’s using are common knowledge. for you, it goes in one ear and out the other, even though you’re listening the best you can. this is all new to you. new, and strangely exciting.
there’s a shattered mirror, a collection of perfume. that, as well as a makeup collection unceremoniously scattered in front of said mirror. your eyes linger there, and it doesn’t escape jinx’s notice.
“you like all that stuff?”
“yeah,” you murmur. “i’ve always liked your makeup.”
jinx laughs at this, genuinely laughs. a lively sound you want to hear again. though you’re not sure what was so funny about what you said.
“i just slap it on whenever i roll out of bed, but thanks.”
she pauses and purses her lips. “want me to do yours?”
you nod without thinking. a little smile comes to jinx’s face as she rolls out her chair and gestures for you to sit, which she does. she gets a few eyeshadow palettes, glitters, and lipstick tubes out, as well as a pack of unused makeup brushes. then, the girl swings one leg over your lap before sitting down.
“i’ll get a better angle this way,” she explains. your breath catches in your throat, though you try not to pay any mind. trying to think back, the last friend you had that you hung out with outside of school hours was when you were fourteen. it’s normal for friends to be this close- surely. with that, the tension releases from your shoulders and jaw.
you don’t say anything, just sit there and let jinx work.
she swipes blue across your eyelids, uses a black pencil to give you a little smudged wing on each eye. then she moves onto blush, before putting highlighter on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, and your cupid’s bow.
“are you almost done?”
“gettin’ there,” she says, picking up one of the lipstick tubes. surprisingly, it’s a natural shade- jinx has a good eye. it’ll compliment you. “you’re already gorgeous, just sprucing you up a little.”
“thanks,” you murmur.
“shh, don’t talk.” the girl pops open the tube and swipes on the lipstick, careful around the outer edges to get a precise shape. but she’s still jinx, and on one of the bottom corners, it’s slightly uneven. so her tongue darts out to lick her thumb so she can clean it up, eyebrows furrowed as she compares both sides.
finally, she smiles to herself, and hops off your lap.
not having the weight there feels odd. you don’t get much time to think about it before jinx is turning the chair towards her mirror, and you see your reflection several times over in the shattered glass.
you look.. weird.
weird in a good way.
it’s bold, that’s for sure- an electric blue on your eyes? you don’t think you’ve ever done that. it’s still tasteful, though. the girl managed to strike that balance.
you look good.
“well? you’re bein’ awful quiet.”
“i like it,” you say, turning your face side to side in the mirror. it’s growing on you by the second. for all of her unruliness, this looks almost like a professional did it. “you did a good job.”
“hell yeah i did.”
you can’t help giggling at that. you turn back to jinx, who’s leaning on the workbench with her arms folded over her chest and one hip popped. her eyes are fixed on your face, though they go back to the mess of makeup products scattered on the desk. she shrugs.
“pretty as a picture. you should let me do that again next time.”
you and jinx fell into a quick routine. you’d often be over her place, or her over yours. if you couldn’t be together physically, you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, giggling over gods-know-what on your phone. your sister has asked you to quiet down more than once, and you always tell her to just go back to her room. she’s all the way across the hall!
vi didn’t have to be with her to visit, either. caitlyn would answer the door, and the second she saw jinx’s face, she’d shout up the stairs that you had a visitor. before, you’d have to drag jinx to piltover kicking and screaming. now? she’s more than willing, just to see her best friend. often showing up at the door covered in soot and smelling of gunpowder, alluding to her previous activities. sometimes battered and bruised. you might’ve questioned her at first, though the longer you know her, you learn that this is normal. to be expected, even.
without fail, each time, you lead jinx back to the bathroom connected to your room and sit her down on the toilet seat. she grumbles something about not needing to be babied, but her protests are gone by the time you’re knelt in front of her with a first aid kit. already in a matching pajama set with the lights dimmed, your eyelids heavy.
“how’s it lookin’, doc?” she huffs, then hisses through her teeth when the pad comes into contact with a cut on her leg.
you purse your lips. her wounds are superficial- a few long gashes, but nothing too deep. you mutter a soft ‘sorry’ as she winces, to which jinx waves off her hand like she’s telling you not to worry about it. the bleeding has stopped by now, all that’s left to do is get the rest of her clean.
“not too bad. you have to be more careful, though,” you sigh, concern creeping into your voice. jinx huffs and smirks weakly.
“careful is boring,” she replies. the girl then catches sight of your expression, the frown on your lips and your downcast gaze, and she presses her lips into a thin line. “..i’ll try. no promises.”
the next few minutes crawl by without another word between the two of you. only your laser-sharp focus on the cuts on her arms and legs, then the micellar water you squeeze onto another cotton pad to lightly scrub her face. rubbing at soot to reveal the scatter of freckles across her face, and the dark circles she sports proudly.
“i’ll get you some clean clothes. you can use the shower,” you say, standing up and turning over your shoulder. jinx opens her mouth to say something, but you’re out of sight before she can. you return with a pile of warm, clean, new-looking clothes and a towel. probably more expensive than anything the girl has ever worn, unless you count wearing fishbones on her back.
“thanks,” she says, slowly taking the pile. you give her a soft smile, then promptly pull back the shower curtain to show her how to work the faucet. once you’re sure she has it memorized, you return to your room. when did caitlyn get here?
you near jump back when you see her. your sister doesn’t react, just tilts her head at you, hands folded in her lap. “father says you’re needed downstairs.”
“for what?”
“i’m not sure,” she says. “it sounded urgent, though.”
you let out a deep breath and smooth back your hair with one hand. you never refuse him. not because you’re afraid to, but rather because you enjoy helping him. you like feeling needed, and knowing that your help matters.
on the other hand, your friend is injured and exhausted. you’d feel terrible just leaving her.
“jinx is hurt.. i don’t want to leave her right now.”
the corners of caitlyn’s lips tug upward in a soft, almost knowing smile. she nods, slowly getting up and heading toward the door.
“alright, i’ll go this time. take care of your girlfriend, yes?”
“she’s not my-”
“oh, relax. i’m only teasing.” she gives a little chuckle before heading out, the door clicking shut behind her. you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you fall back onto your bed. you hear the water click off.
another moment, and jinx is shuffling toward your bed in the pajamas you gave her, cobalt braids now loose. you barely register it, though you do notice just how pretty she looks like this. less put-together. less of the madwoman piltover knows, more a girl just like you. your friend.
“easy,” you murmur. sleep is starting to take you by now.
“i’m fine,” she huffs. “got room for one more?”
you nod slowly, lifting up one end of the blanket and letting her scoot close to you. the girl is laid on her side, facing away from you. she settles against the pillows rather quickly. next to you, you can hear her breathing slowly begin to even out with each passing minute.
soon, though, she whispers a small, “you awake?”
you give a little ‘mhm,’ voice laced with sleep.
“‘s a little cold in here.”
“is it?”
the girl only nods. you turn to face her, face illuminated by pale moonlight. gods, is she beautiful.
if there’s anything you’ve noticed about jinx, though, it’s that despite having body heat that can keep you warm, she’s always freezing. without thinking you open one of your arms.
“c’mere.”
the girl immediately scoots closer, settling herself against you. your arms wrap around her middle as her head nestles into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling the skin there.
“that’s better,” she mumbles, and you give a sleepy hum of acknowledgement. you can feel the tension draining from her body by the second as her breath evens out, until eventually, she’s limp in your embrace.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen her this still. you could get used to it.
jinx loved showing you around zaun. she says she’s catching you up to speed and making sure you’re ‘cultured.’ you might’ve thought you already were, given all the books you were raised with and the accomplished people you were introduced to, but apparently not. the neon lights and smell of smoke were foreign, yet you came to welcome them over time. impromptu gatherings, games of cards, all of it became something you looked forward to.
today, jinx decided to take you to the last drop.
“my dad used to own the place,” she explains. “before.. you know.”
you know a little bit. the girl is secretive about her past in a way that made you a bit uneasy at first. over time, though, you came to recognize that it’s a defense mechanism. it’s easier to not be vulnerable and let people in, rather than opening up and risking people using that information against her. seeing the person she is, and leaving her.
the mere thought of leaving her seems ridiculous to you, though you’re still able to see it from her point of view. little by little, she gives you slivers of her past, including her late father figure. well, one of them.
you don’t know the details. you just know that a bomb was involved, that vander died in front of her sister, and that you had to console jinx spiraling. tears pooling in her eyes while she rocked herself forward and backward, muttering something about ‘it’s all my fault’ and ‘you jinxed them, you fuck-up.’ it was the first time you saw her like that, and despite not dealing with this kind of situation before, it was like your instincts took over. you took care to ground her with your voice, then place a gentle hand on her shoulder when she was coming back to herself.
you’d do it a million times over for her, no matter how scary.
you snap back to reality when jinx announces that you’re here. stood in front of a large building, you don’t have to look at the sign to know this is the spot. the stench of whiskey and sound of bustling laughter gives it away, sets the atmosphere. you give a little smile before jinx takes your hand, practically dragging you inside.
she leads you through a crowd of rowdy patrons before sitting you down at the bar, then plopping down right next to you.
“chuck’s usually here.. where’d he go?”
you don’t know who that is, or if she’s even talking to you. the girl cranes her head to look behind the bar, before finally spotting a tall figure rinsing out glasses. she makes a show of wildly waving her hands and shouting after him until he turns over his shoulder, and visibly deflates at the sight of jinx.
you have to stifle a laugh.
he strolls over to the counter, placing his hands down and giving a polite nod to both you and jinx. there’s a menu in front of you that neither of you look at, jinx just orders two mocktails. she’s getting you to loosen up, little by little. shake off those pesky kiramman habits. she has to meet you where you are, though, and ordering a round of shots is anything but that.
“you’re doing great, chuck,” she giggles to herself. the girl slides some bills across the table that he tentatively takes. part of you wonders what she did to make him give her that look. she shrugs like she’s read your mind, though. “gave him a couple of surprises. not my fault he’s allergic to fun!”
you roll your eyes as the drinks are passed out to you. they look a little.. odd, but good enough, a bright pink that parallels the color of your friend’s eyes. she picks up and raises her glass, turning her knees to face you.
“a toast.”
“..to what?”
jinx’s brows furrow, her expression falls. she didn’t think that far, it seems. but she lights back up within seconds, wide grin stretched across her face. “to us! to you being amazing, and to me being.. me.”
“you’re amazing yourself,” you reply, and jinx shakes her head. never modest, but somehow always shy to accept your praises. she just raises her glass higher, and you clink it against hers.
“cheers,” you say in unison, then take your drinks. you might not have expected much, but this is good.
fruity, although not too sweet, with a citrusy aftertaste. the corners of jinx’s lips tug upward as she gazes on at you, watching your demeanor gradually relax. your shoulders open up, your spine a little less perfectly aligned, while you let yourself openly laugh at her jokes. while you sway along to the music, some underground band that neither of you are familiar with but both of you can appreciate.
“you said your dad used to own this place?”
“yeah. he stood behind the counter just like old chuck is.”
you nod, taking another sip of your drink. by now, thieram is back to his usual duties, unoccupied with customers and moving about the back of the bar. jinx huffs a laugh.
“i would sit at the bar when i was a kid and watch him work. sometimes he’d tell me stories about mean customers. always told me to be nice to people working jobs like this.”
you’re not sure if you would consider terrorizing the poor new owner nice, but you suppose for jinx, it is.
“it became a kind of.. second home, i guess. sometimes i’d build bombs when i was feelin’ down, sometimes i’d come here. vander always told everyone to be nice to me and the others or he’d kick their asses.”
you snort and smile, glancing over your shoulder to survey the patrons. it’s getting close to happy hour, with various crowds forming. people playing cards and mahjong on some sides, people arm wrestling on another, rowdy chatter from all around. some people are bartering business deals.
“a second home.. this place is kinda like zaun’s hub?”
“somethin’ like that,” she shrugs. “we have a few others. it’s a big place. but yeah, i guess it’s one of our staples.”
you nod. learning about jinx’s world was strange at first, with all of its thorns and smog, but now it’s interesting. you’re finding yourself wanting to know more and more, voluntarily coming down here to visit. putting on the same clothes jinx lent you, exploring alone and familiarizing yourself with the local businesses. if anyone could tell you were a ‘piltie,’ as jinx put it, they didn’t say anything.
“can i see the others?”
“maybe. hard to say what’s open right now.”
you both finish your drinks with idle chatter, jinx filling in little details about her favorite things here. she tells you of the shows they hold here, how the drinks have remained cheap despite higher taxes and inflation (piltover’s fault, she adds). “sometimes i still go to the shows, if i really like whoever’s playin’. a lot of the bands they bring in suck, though.”
you look at the wall clock after another mocktail and notice how late it’s gotten. that’s another thing you’ve learned about jinx: she makes a few hours feel like a few minutes. no other friend has made you feel so free, like nothing else in the world matters.
“it’s getting late, they’re gonna want me back home soon.”
jinx looks at the clock as well and scoffs. “so? you’re grown.”
“i know, but they’re gonna start asking questions, i’m the youngest and-”
jinx cuts you off with a chuckle and places a finger over your lips. your eyes go wide before she says, “i get it, hon. ‘m just teasing. we’ll get you home.”
you end up being the one paying the tab, giving a few bills to thieram and throwing in few extra for his saint-like patience with jinx. this time, you reach for her hand as she leads you out, the girl squeezing it softly as the cold air of the night hits you. she starts toward the bridge, where she knows a late-night train will be coming. seeing you actually get on it will put her mind at ease, rather than spiraling about whether or not you’re safe.
you rock back and forth on your heels while waiting.
“shouldn’t be more than two minutes,” jinx says. truly, you wish you had just a little more time with her. night has fallen, a veil of blurry constellations across the vast earth and the noise of the city calmed down a little. zaun never truly sleeps, though.
“i’ve never seen you get on any of the trains,” you point out. you purse your lips, and jinx gives a little smirk.
“because i don’t.”
“why do you know the schedule, then?”
“to make things easier on you,” she states, and your expression shifts to a soft smile. you squeeze the girl’s hand once again as the train approaches, before slowly letting go. it feels almost like losing a limb. your hand is supposed to be in hers, it makes sense.
“well, i guess this is it,” you sigh, and jinx’s smirk softens to a gentle smile. she takes you into her arms, squeezing you like you’re parting forever instead of just for the next few days. your arms wrap around her waist loosely, and she sighs against your shoulder.
“i’ll see ya. text me when you’re home?”
“i will,” you promise, slowly parting from her as you take your train pass from your pocket. as it pulls to a screeching halt, though, you see your sister from the window. and vi. shit.
they both spot you as they’re stepping off onto the platform- vi makes eye contact with you and gives a knowing smile. your heart pounds against your ribcage as she approaches. caitlyn is oddly silent where she’d usually greet you- and you swear, the last time they came down here, they were scaling walls and jumping from roof to roof. vi wouldn’t take public transport off her own volition.
the woman doesn’t slow in front of you, just walks past you and says, “you better be taking good care of her.”
you don’t get a chance to reply. you don’t even know what she meant, turning it over in your mind as you step into the car and take your seat.
she thinks you’re together.
all the things you do are pretty couple-like. you’ve known that, but at the same time, you’ve always been under the guise that you’re just friends. very close friends. even if you find yourself spacing out staring at the plump curve of her lips, or counting the freckles on her face as she sleeps. laughing at jokes that aren’t even that funny, just because they’re coming from jinx.
with little experience in the way of friendships, and none in the way of relationships, you don’t have any basis for comparison.
and still, you wish you could cross that line, one way or another.
the problem is how? how would you, and how could you, when things between you and jinx are so good, even if established as platonic?
you don’t want to dwell on it, but you can’t help doing so, either. it’s growing harder and harder to suppress the feeling with time.
late at night, jinx paid you another impromptu visit. instead of coming to the door this time, she pulled the old trick of climbing up to your window and throwing rocks at it. you scoffed at her antics, asking, “what are you, sixteen?” to which she giggled.
“always wanted to try that.”
she wanted to show you a movie she watched recently and ended up loving. it’s some trashy horror, obviously low-budget and without a clear direction in terms of writing. it has an odd charm to it, though. you can see why the girl enjoys it so much. her head is laid on your shoulder, a blanket lazily draped across your laps. the only noise is the dialogue and screams from the screen, turned up loud enough that your father will probably knock at any minute to complain. jinx’s doing.
“why does everyone think we’re dating?” jinx mumbles. you shrug, and jinx groans as her head is raised. playfully elbows your side as if to scold you.
“i mean, we do couple-y stuff, i guess.. and i do like you and all that, but-”
your head near snaps over to look at her. maybe she’s talking more to herself than you, because she realizes what she’s said, and promptly stops talking. a sheepish smile forms on her face, holding eye contact with you like her life lays in your hands. silently begging you to say something.
“..toots?”
“i- oh, gods,” you breathe out. “you’re serious?”
jinx only nods, still holding that expression. you’re not sure you’ve seen her stunned before.
you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. your palms are sweating, your mind racing with a million thoughts per second. neither of you dares to move. “i like you too, you know,” you whisper. “if you mean it like i think you do.”
“i like you more than friends should like each other,” jinx answers, and your heart near leaps out of your chest. all you can think to do in that moment is close the narrow gap between you two, connecting your lips with hers.
slightly chapped and cold, but still perfect in every way. the girl melts into you, kissing you like she’s afraid you’ll break. slow and gentle at first as the movie is long forgotten. your hands find her waist, soft as it’s always been as you get lost in the feeling of each other.
it feels like coming home after a long vacation, like the first fireworks in a celebration. it’s everything you could’ve wanted and more.
“you really feel that way?” you whisper.
the girl nods, connecting your lips once more. “i wouldn’ta said it if i didn’t mean it.”
she kisses you again, and again, and again- climbing into your lap and tangling her fingers in your hair, whispering sweet nothings under her breath. it’s still hard to believe that this is real, when it feels like you’re floating on air.
but it is. jinx is real, and she returns the same affections you do. after so long of pretending, there’s no longer a need. your tongue teases at the seam of her lips and she immediately lets you in, growing more hungry by the second. it turns into a mess of teeth and tongue, clashing against each other like waves on a shore. all that you can think is more. more of this, more of jinx. you're already growing addicted.
you’ve lost all sense, until there’s a soft clicking of the doorknob and you both jump away from each other. caitlyn peers in, her lips pursed, but she sees the way you’re panting. your hair a little less pristine than usual, and the smear of jinx’s plum lipstick on your own lips.
“nevermind,” she smiles, “i’m glad you two figured it out.”
Obsessed best friend jinx x Kiramman reader who are DEFINITELY more than best friends and everyone knows it🫦
cw: kiramman reader. secret relationship. yearning. caitvi mentions. awkward reader. fleabag reference ;) sex mentions. getting caught. men dni.
it begun small. the two of you were introduced through your smitten sisters, trying to coerce you both into some kind of family dynamic where awkward dinner parties would likely be involved.
you couldn’t help but notice the amusement that oozed from the blue-haired girl whenever caitlyn would attempt to mould her into piltovan society; even if just for a night.
it never worked of course. all caitlyn received was an overly sarcastic remark from jinx, apart from the times where she would straight up just laugh in your sisters face.
you couldn’t really blame her. even being a kiramman yourself, you had a tendency to find the whole thing rather tedious.
on the rare occasion that jinx was able to be convinced to attend a society party, you were always present, standing politely by your elder sisters side, gazing impassively around the room.
the first time jinx truly paid any mind to you was at some type of gathering. since you weren’t taking it upon yourself to socialise with people, caitlyn had you hold a drink tray like a server before instructing you to not talk to anybody, incase they were of high importance and you decided to say something bizarre.
so naturally, when your sisters fiancé walked over with her own sister boredly trailing behind her, greeting caitlyn before turning to you and offering a casual “hey,” you stared at her and said absolutely nothing.
amidst the awkward silence, cait turned to you with a roll of her eyes. “say something,” she beckons, her tone loudening slightly before she looks around the room, making sure she keeps her composure within a room full of people.
“hello,” you smile as if the situation went completely well before caitlyn takes two drinks from your tray, offering them to the two sisters.
after a while of the four of you strolling around the room, talking to others here and there, caitlyn declares that she and vi are going to talk with an investor, leaving jinx and yourself in each others company.
once again, you didn’t make an effort to do anything but stand in place, looking ahead of you at nothing in particular. you could feel jinx staring at your face from beside you, and you could practically feel her entertainment over your blatant discomfort pushing you to start some type of small talk before she starts to laugh at you.
you didn’t get the chance to begin talking about the weather outside that you could barely see due to the high walls surrounding you before jinx spoke up.
“i didn’t know she had a sister, never seemed to mention you.”
rude, you thought, taking a breath before replying.
“well, she’s mentioned you, and it was never anything good.”
jinx’s abrupt laugh had a satisfaction subtly blooming beneath your initial irritation, glad that you’re able to entertain a girl who is seemingly unimpressed with pretty much anything piltover or kiramman related.
after that, jinx seemed less begrudged to attend events, only to show up and tease you the whole time.
your sister did seem hesitant about your growing bond, even though it was her who had pushed you to talk to her. cait didn’t hate jinx, but she knew how much trouble her mere presence tended to cause.
the two of you spent events cuddled up together in a corner, not bothering to converse with others. until suddenly, you were inviting jinx over to the house; much to caitlyn’s bewilderment, but she couldn’t exactly object since she was engaged to her sister.
as your friendship progressed rather quickly, it proved difficult to separate the two of you; jinx often found herself glued to your hip, especially while others were present.
she would never say it aloud, but jinx adored being the person closest to you. the person that you tell about your mundane tasks throughout the day, the petty arguments you have with your sister, how exhausted you get during events, what you’re going to wear to them…
when she thinks about the possibility of some prissy piltie girl taking her place, it’s hard for her not to grow irritated and somewhat territorial.
but that’s just who jinx is. she likes to feel needed; needs to feel needed.
of course, without knowing the full weight of jinx’s thought process, you still have no problems supplying her with your undivided attention and company, not being too fond of others anyway.
as vi kept a watchful eye on her younger sister during events and dinners, she observed the way jinx grew twitchy whenever you were engaged in a conversation that wasn’t with her.
since the sisters lived together, vi was also the one to be subject to jinx’s mood swings whenever you rejected her invitation to hang out, usually being too busy following in your own sisters footsteps.
whereas in the kiramman household, caitlyn and your parents were growing tired of listening to every detail of your time spent with jinx while they were peacefully attempting to enjoy family breakfast.
whenever your mother delicately tried to direct the conversation elsewhere, somehow every topic was connected to your best-friend within your mind. soon enough, they realised that they had no choice but to listen.
sleepovers were especially taxing from your families perspectives. whenever you slept over at jinx’s place, vi’s only escape was to seek refuge with caitlyn in piltover instead of trying to sleep in her own bedroom while suffering under the sound of loud music and girlish giggles next door.
while in your home, your family migrated to the opposite end of the house for the night, finding it more successful than trying to convince the two of you to keep it down.
you were careless about the innocent nature of your noise in the early evening, and you only begun to quiet down as the night went on and the others were already deep in sleep.
annoying your relatives with your loud conversations and giggles was all good fun to you, but if they ever heard the sounds of pleasure escaping past your lips as jinx held herself firmly between your legs, you would be utterly mortified.
it wasn’t until one night over at jinx’s place after months of regular sleepovers that vi had awoken during the night, moping to the kitchen for a glass of water when she walked past her sisters bedroom, no longer hearing laughter, but heavy breathing coming from the opposite side of the colourfully decorated door.
let’s just say, vi was quick to fully awake once she heard you panting her sisters name amidst soft hums and whimpers.
she didn’t mention it to her fiancé, but a few days later when caitlyn went on a rant about the sickening teasing and flirting between the two of you when you were supposed to be working, vi couldn’t help herself.
cait was unimpressed, but not entirely surprised. she would have to be blind, deaf, and simply ignorant to ignore the behaviour between the two of you.
unlike yourself, whenever you informed vi and caitlyn that you and jinx were going to have another sleepover, you purposefully ignored the way the pink-haired girls eyes widened as she glanced over to your sister, whom sat politely in her chair as she sipped her tea, casually focusing on her paperwork.
honestly, they didn’t really care that you and jinx were hooking up, but caitlyn did find it slightly insulting that you assumed she was dull enough to think that the nature of your oddly close friendship was entirely innocent; especially knowing jinx.
during the planning of yet another high-society event, cait had picked out a beautiful long navy blue silk dress for you to wear, the only problem was that it was rather low cut, and showed off the marks that jinx had scattered over the top of your breasts the night before.
too humiliated to inform your sister of your hesitance to wear the dress, you decided on stealing an elegant shawl from her closet and being done with it.
although, after months of “sneaking around” with jinx, assuming you were the picture of subtlety, you both had grown sloppy.
jinx had taken a liking to teasing you during events. she loved watching the way your cheeks flushed as you grew antsy with every crude phrase she murmured in your ear.
after an hour or two, she had you against a wall in a desolate hallway, eager hand pressed against your silk covered breast as she bit onto your bottom lip with a smile, your nails digging into the skin of her hips as you gripped onto her desperately.
suddenly, you were interrupted by your elder sisters stern voice. “one event!”
you gasped, pushing jinx away as she groaned and rolled her eyes at your sisters presence. looking at vi with a “seriously?” gesture who stood beside cait bashfully.
“one event is all i intended. is it that hard for you to stay put? is it necessary for me to hire you a babysitter?” she scolded.
“i’m sorry,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze.
“i can babysit her if you want,” jinx says, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing as caitlyn narrows her gaze in her direction, holding her fingers to the bridge of her nose before walking away with a sigh.
vi rocks back and forth on her heels with her hands stuffed into her pockets as awkward silence hangs over the three of you. it isn’t until a bleak few seconds later that she gets the memo and follows your sister back to the party.
“whoops,” jinx whispers, laughing and nudging your shoulder as she trails after vi, smiling with nothing but pure glee as your eyes remain wide in vexation, the flush of your cheeks remaining.
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a.n. this kinda sucks im sorry. also i figured out the cause of my lack of motivation.
i appreciate all of ur requests so much, genuinely. but i lose motivation when i have to reply to a request when i don’t really have any ideas on how to write it in the moment, and then i turn out unhappy with it and have to put off my own ideas.
so im gonna keep my requests off for a longer time so they don’t pile up while i write more of my own ideas so i don’t go ages without writing and posting. love u all sm thank u for your patience, ur the best xoxo plus im lowkey thinking about writing a full jinx fic on wattpad…
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