Isha lives au where the three perfected hexgems explosion does not vaporize her, but instead teleport her into the Arcane.
She’s alone and not really awake, floating in the stars. Until another blast ripples across the Arcane, an accelerating force that pulls her along with it.
Suddenly she is awake and alert, sitting in a field of beautiful flowers and looking up at a perfect blue sky she’d never seen before. It takes a moment to notice the flurry of motion behind her, where she finds Viktor and Jayce hugging and crying.
When they finally notice her, there is even more crying at the revelation that they hadn’t gotten this poor kid killed.
Honestly, not sure whether this could be considered a fic idea, head cannon, or something else entirely. But people mistaking Isha as Jinxes biological child, and either Jinx and Isha remain oblivious to this fact or just don't bother correcting them.
He knew time was passing. How could he not? But during the in-between moments, the moments of pause between moments of forward and back, it felt like time was racing past him all at once and at the same time like each second took a year. Everything happened all at once and never at the same time.
--or--
Ekko's trapped in the Wildrune observing the world around him. Unable to interfere until it's almost too late. But then he gets his chance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Beyond the End, You and I Begin P5:
Sunbeam & Scrunglebean
Luxanna Crownguard has a lot on her mind.
Her journey home with Jinx, her mysterious, charismatic new friend, has taken a turn for the unexpected and inexplicable; a miracle has brought Jinx's lost little girl back into her life.
With the last leg of their trek to Terbisia still ahead of them, and their duo now a trio, Luxanna wrestles with feelings she’d only just begun to explore, and the complications – and mysteries – their additional companion brings into both of their lives.
Isha is alive…but how?
And what does that mean for the tentative relationship between Jinx and Lux?
Only the road home will tell.
Beyond the End, You and I Begin continues in Sunbeam & Scrunglebean!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62081692/chapters/158779639
The glass eye never got easier to put in, or take out. But it was apart of her now, she had no choice. Even as she stared at herself in the mirror, Isha could feel the explosion happening again. Almost feeling bitter that she hadn't died, death would've been nicer than the pain the weeks after surviving that brought. Her vocal chords still ached whenever she'd made a noise, and she thought about paying someone under the table to cut them out. Not like anyone would notice the scar or the healing process anyways, she wore scarves or high collared shirts to hide the scars on her neck anyways.
Her finger ghosted over the scars, watching her fingers trace them in the mirrors reflection. Almost six year later, at the ripe age of sixteen nearing seventeen, she still couldn't get used to feeling them there. Some days she hoped and prayed the internal scars would open up and she'd choke to death on her own blood, but she honestly wasn't sure if that how she wanted to die. After all, she'd fought along side Jinx for years. She had friends, a cool sort of aunt with her Piltie wife, she wasn't sure if she wanted to give all that up. Despite the way her mind would spiral late at night, when Jinx was asleep or out doing a job, and she'd think of all the ways she could die in moments. She never acted, she knew she couldn't do that to Jinx. Not when the older woman finally looked so in control of herself, finally on medication, and happy. Isha wouldn't ruin that for the woman that had practically become her mother in the last five and a half years.
With a reluctant breath, she pulled her hand from her neck and gently pulled down her bottom eyelid. Carefully fishing the glassed eye from the cup of water, she slowly eased it in. Her true eye stared boringly back at her, the action still disgusting her every day she did it. The repetitive action of inserting the false eye and removing it was routine, she didn't need help with it anymore, but it still made her feel less than human every time she did it. She wanted to curl into a ball and scream, smash something as her hand fell. Gripping the sink tightly before her hand jerked up, fist clenched tight and she swung. Only for her hand to stop right in front of the mirror, and her head fell to rest against it. Her hand turning to gently thump the side of her pinky against the glass, knowing better than to smash mirrors. Aunt Violet taught her better, hell. Jinx taught her better, but that didn't mean the urge wasn't still there. Slowly opening her eyes, Isha watched as the brown, blue, and pink hair swept into her face. Her roots bleached white, and the other three colors splattered around her hair. An "artistic" expression Jinx had called it, in reality it was just so when Isha woke late at night. She could stare at the colors in her hair and remember that people loved her, even when she thought she was unlovable and grotesque. She was loved.
If her voice box still worked, there'd be an obnoxious groan leaving her lips as she slowly peeled herself from the sink. Cautiously working her turtleneck back on, knowing damn well that she should've left twenty minutes ago. But Ekko had given her a new hoverboard, she'd make it to the meeting in ten. The damp parts of her hair would be dry and be wind blown, how she liked it, and she'd still have time to adjust herself before going to the stupid meeting for Ekko's fireflies and Jinx's tech. If she didn't love her mother, she wouldn't be going.
With one final glance in the mirror, her hands raised.
She signed, watching the movements then repeating them a few more times. Calming herself, then gripping the handle of the bathroom door. The brass feeling to warm for her liking as she pulled it open and headed up to her room, where she had stashed the gift from Ekko.
Grabbing it off the wall where she had it propped up, she opened the window and carefully turned it on. Setting it on her window sill to warm up, she grabbed her gloves. A gift from Caitlyn, leather fingerless gloves with small flowers handsewn into the Velcro. A sweet gift for the wild child, and she honestly enjoyed it. Pulling them on, Isha wiggled her fingers then strapped them on tight. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled her boots over. Tying them tight enough to bring a sting of pain when she set her foot down, she took a deep breath. Needing the small dose of pain to remember that she was alive, that she deserved to be here.
When the hoverboard finally beeped, signalling it was ready for use, she stood. Carefully standing on the edge of her window sill, the brunette took a deep breath. Pushing the multicolored hair from her face, she eased the hoverboard off and then dropped. Heading for the building on the other side of town, knowing the path by heart now.
