To Have and To Hold 1/2 (NariLamb cannibal wedding) AO3 LINK
Hi, again, tumblr. I'm sorry to inform you that my interest in intimate flesh eating has not waned, and that the condition is indeed terminal. Please deliver my remains to my significant other so that they may feast upon them and make us one.
Anyway, that cute little drabble about the Lamb carving out Narinder's heart and eating it as a form of consummation is (almost) done! The... ending is giving me a little trouble, and so to buy myself an eensy bit more time for writing and editing, I'm posting the link to the finished first half of the story now for you to enjoy!
I wanted to post the actual story, but it was too long—tumblr hates me—so I'm just uploading it on AO3 instead.
In essence, this is the preamble—an artsy buildup and smattering of character interaction before the actual heart carving begins. I cut it in this specific way not just because it was a convenient point, but to allow for people not interested in the gore bits to experience a decent chunk of the story. There are implications, but nothing explicit.
Also, I'd like to just mention that I've really only played COTL up to Leshy, I haven't really read any fanfic, and I've only spent a moderate amount of time on tumblr. Any and all writing quirks in regards to the setting come from that limited exposure, so if anything seems weird, just treat it as AU!
Anyway, I'm rambling. I'd like to shout @of-fallen-gods-cotl again for giving me this idea—and basically being the reason I wrote this—and say that the next part will probably—maybe—hopefully be out soon. It needs refining. TvT
Anyways, go check out the first chapter!
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To Have and To Hold (NariLamb cannibal story /snippet/)
Hi freaks of tumblr (pos), it's me. I busted out of the fake asylum for troubled people who are too fascinated by gore to bring you a brand new drabble! Or, well, I would bring you the entire drabble, but I haven't finished writing it yet, so...
...Anyway, I was inspired yesterday by this other freak (pos) on here who made a post about a cannibal wedding in Cult of the Lamb, so yesterday I put, like, 2k words into a story about their rambling idea, and I wanted to put up a beacon to let everyone know—but mostly him—that I was so deeply infatuated with their idea that I made good on my threat to write about it.
Blame @of-fallen-gods-cotl for the finished product, not me. I'm just the freak who... okay, I am the freak who's writing about it, but I don't have any urgency in my own story! I'm utterly at the whim of my creative fits!
Also, just to clarify, I owe the entire idea of the story to him, so check him out and give him a follow and your soul and—what? Nope, didn't say anything. Just rambling about how I hope that guy likes what I did/am doing!
Yeah, so, I'm ultra-antsy, so here's a little itty bitty snippet from the near-ish beginning of the story. It doesn't actually have any gore in it—it's gonna be a hella artsy preamble—so no tw yet. I chose a part that heavily implies it, so be potentially wary of that, but otherwise it's safe to read for just about everyone.
Here it is! Look out for the finished story here and/or potentially on AO3 in the near future!
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All turned to watch, yet none spoke as the door split down the middle, pushed apart by two robed figures all knew well. Their attendance was a given; on this special, awaited day, his gifted kits would be the ones to lead him to their God.
And as they beckoned to the night, unseen by most all of the flock, the Lamb’s hands fell away, and their eyes narrowed in obvious, mortal familiarity. A look long held even before their ascension, now so much deeper than it ever had been looking up.
A look not shared by the figure stepping in, except, for perhaps the first time seen for many among the flock, there was no hatred in any one of his three eyes. No vitriol in his furrowed brow, and no malice meant in the callous sneer he wore behind his thin, white veil.
For once in his life after having been Death, the Lamb’s betrothed looked almost content.
A look he kept as he began to walk down his reasonable facsimile of an aisle, his once-disciples pushing the door closed behind him before moving to flank his gait. Though it had been considered, they had not been allowed to wear white as he and the Lamb were; with their once-mighty staves clutched in their undying mortal hands, they wore the traditional red as the rest of the cult did.
And he, waiting no longer, did wear white as he’d been instructed, and as his own betrothed did, now waiting for him with a smile atop the room’s center dais. It was a garb very familiar to him, yet these were not his robes, and these did not bear the painted stain of what once was His blood.
These were thin and wispy, his black fur clearly visible underneath, unlike the Lamb’s thicker fleece. Much like what once had been, his wrists had been bound, shackled to each other in thick manacles. A symbolic garb, yet for what was intended in this ritual, it could be said that it served a function.
Thin to give way under a blade, and white to carry a new stain.
Hey tumblr, happy halloween. I decided to celebrate by getting really tired and uploading the second chapter of my Chief Scavenger-centric story probably earlier than it should be.
This chapter's about fighting and giving up and the thin line between the two, so go give it a read if you're artsy. It's... okay, its overarching theme is about what I just said, but it's really more about a fight and the sad aftermath. I do my best, okay?!
Here, you can have the link. Give it a read sometime; it may just make you feel sad in a spoooky way.
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To Have and To Hold 2/2 (NariLamb cannibal wedding) AO3 LINK
Hello all! How are you? Keeping well? Sitting comfortably?
Sorry, I'd freely perpetuate the freakish persona I try to keep on here, but I'm tired, and I just got done editing a very emphatic story, so I don't really have the energy to be like ooo i'm a freak and i like gore and cannibalism and i should be in a mental hospital ooo~
All of those things are true; I just can't present it in a theatrical way atm.
Nyways, I finished that NariLamb story out, and it's up on AO3 for all to see! And yes, this part DOES contain that long-awaited gore, though fair warning, I am not the absolute best at writing it. I mean, I think I'm okay, but the whole story is really more about the circumstances than the hard-set details.
mmm I think I'm too beat to construct a soliloquy about the story and writing as a whole, so if you have any questions or just want to yell things at me, do so, and once I have a conduit, then I'll be in high spirits for yelling back!
A final thanks to @of-fallen-gods-cotl and I hope he enjoys this story! I wrote it based on his idea, and I wrote it basically for him 'cause I wanted to see his reaction! That said, if my peripheral friend is reading this—hi—then you don't need to worry about hyping up your reaction at all.
As long as you enjoyed it, I'll be happy!
Here it is!
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Drabble for Jinx. General concept is the first "real" job she pulled for Silco after making Pow-pow. Death, murder, Jinx being Jinx, and so on CW.
It was perhaps a month after her birthday which had been a fantastic one as Silco had given her all the final bits, and pieces for Jinx to finish her biggest project yet. A minigun she had named Pow-pow. However she hadn’t fully tested it out yet in a combat situation, and Jinx really wanted to. All the same pulling out pow-pow just to gun down one random person seemed rather anticlimactic. Such a big project deserved better than that, but she hadn’t figured out just what yet. Until she heard the comment Silco muttered angrily while working on one thing or another as she relaxed on the rafters above him. Head turning a bit Jinx looked vaguely contemplative as her adoptive father practically growled.
“I wish this idiot would drop dead how can someone from Zaun be this stupid, and useless? I don’t even care about getting my money back at this point, I just don’t want to have to deal with him anymore.” A long irritated sigh came from Silco as he reached for a cigar before a question drifting from the rafters half caught his attention, and he glanced up. “What was that Jinx?”
Jinx rolled over, and leaned down peaking out at him. “I said what about the people around that “idiot” as you called him?” Silco raised his eyebrows than grumbled although it wasn’t directed at Jinx, but the people she was asking about. “They can all drop dead as well for being stupid enough to not make the man realize how incompetent he is.” Jinx tilted her head a bit than rolled back over as one last comment came from her. “Okay.” Silco too caught up in his irritation, and work didn’t think about her question or the last comment as he returned to figuring out how to fix the problem that had been dropped into his lap.
((Cut for length))
Later that night Jinx had dropped down, and gone through some of Silco’s papers getting a name and an address before heading to her workshop to grab supplies and pow-pow. Not long after that Jinx was up on a rooftop looking down at a particular house in what could be considered the “nicer” part of The Lanes, and had two guards in the front and one in the back. Those guards weren’t the problem so much as the extra two she could see through a window that were in the kitchen. Frowning for a second Jinx crouched down pulling out her spyglass examining the guards in question. They all looked capable enough by average Zaun standards, and had your expected assortment of melee weapons. One man had something that looked like a pistol stolen from an Enforcer and modified to suit him. Singularly none of them were an issue, and as a group even she had no doubt she could handle them. The problem was handling them, and than getting to the man Silco wanted killed as well as the man’s family. Checking the time Jinx just nodded to herself, and headed to a corner of the rooftop and curled up there. Head on top of Pow-pow she yawned and pulling her legs in close to herself simply took a nap looking for all the world like some wild dog or a coyote in the wild sleeping before it went for a hunt.
A couple of hours later in the darkest part of the night her eyes snapped open, and she stood going to check the status of the house with her spyglass once more. The guards were all still there, but they all also looked more tired and the house seemed dimmed and darker. If she had to make a guess it seemed as though the real Target of the evening had gone to bed, and now was likely the best time to make her move. Reaching down to her belt Jinx unclipped a mask she’d made for herself that was canine shaped, and slipped it on hiding her face. Walking back to grab Pow-pow she stretched, and slung it over onto her back before turning and running. Across one roof top, and than the railing of a building than up onto a street sign and a long jump out into empty space before landing on the roof of the building she’d been waiting to visit for hours now.
Pausing there for a second, and listening for any movement Jinx crept down the roof, and leaning over it swayed back and forth idly as her hands reached out working at a window. It was locked of course, but reaching into a pocket she pulled out a glass cutter and a moment later had just enough glass cut out to let her fingers slip through and undo the lock. Window pulled slowly upwards Jinx swung herself down, and into the building landing quietly before tugging the window back down. One guard outside looked up with a puzzled expression on his face before shrugging. It was just an office with no one inside, and Jinx quickly moved out of it than downstairs rather than up. One guard in the kitchen now rather than two, and near as she could tell it was only that one guard that was inside now. No doubt because of how late it had gotten. It was a fatal mistake however as she moved forward, and with no warning grabbed him by the back of his shirt slamming him into a counter top. Dropping him onto the floor afterwards one of her heavy boots came down on his neck crushing it, and leaving the guard twitching on the floor as his hands dug at his neck trying desperately for air as he suffocated. Turning around Jinx tilted her head for a second listening before moving to the back door, and locking it followed up by a chair tucked under it so no one could get in. The front door she flipped one lock on so they could likely bash their way through it, but it’d slow them down. Along with that Jinx positioned a couple of smoke chompers so that when the door opened who ever came through would be immediately caught up in, and confused by a wave of smoke.
Heading upstairs Jinx glanced through the last couple of remaining rooms, and saw what seemed like a happy small family. Two teenage boys in their room, mother and father in another. It didn’t bother her in the slightest, and deciding to handle the boys first she pulled out another recently crafted weapon pulling the pin and tossed in a knock out gas chomper closing the door behind her. Shifting back and forth on her feet she waited a few seconds, before going into the room, and dragging both boys out of their bedroom down into the kitchen. Humming softly to herself Jinx sat each of them up at the table, and took a moment to rip up the sofa with a knife so she could use strips from the covering of it to tie the boys to their chairs. Heading back upstairs Jinx went into the master bedroom, and stood there for a second watching the man and his wife sleep. Picking the man simply because he was the closest to the door of the bedroom Jinx put a hand over his mouth pulling out that same knife she’d used to rip out the sofa with, and plunged it into his chest three or four times until he stopped struggling. The knife had been stolen from the kitchen, and her own knife Silco had gifted her a couple of years ago was still sheathed so she decided to just leave the knife in question in the mans chest.
Canine mask still on her face she leaned over, and shook the wife before quickly moving backwards and down the stairs. The wife predictably enough awoke, rolled over, and screamed as loud as possible. Shaking her now very dead husband with tears streaming down her cheeks she shook her head before remembering her two teenage sons, and leaving the bed via the foot of it rather than climbing over her husbands body went to check on them. Seeing them missing she started praying, and whimpering as she rushed downstairs. Getting to the kitchen only to see a blue haired, and masked woman standing behind the table that her sons were placed at still tied to their chairs once again she screamed. This time however she screamed for the guards, and as she did so Jinx moved to one side not saying anything. The back door held shut against the heavy thump of a shoulder, and a boot before that guard ran around to the front of the house. The front door opened more easily albeit still with a heavy application of force, and as the two guards ran in drawing their weapons both stopped coughing and wheezing waving their hands to try to clear the smoke away that suddenly erupted around them.
That should have been their signal to leave, and if not that the sudden noise of a minigun spinning up however they never had the chance. A moment later Pow-pow was firing, and unseen under her mask Jinx was grinning wildly as bullet after bullet went through the teenagers and the mother and the guards trying to get into the house. Not stopping until every person was bleeding, and either dead or dying she giggled softly letting go of the trigger. “That worked so well.” Glancing around Jinx hummed softly before pulling an explosive chomper out, and triggering it she headed out the front door stepping over the bodies of the guards while tossing the chomper at the ripped up sofa which quickly caught on fire.
Heading home she would smell of smoke, gunpowder, and be quite obviously pleased with herself should anyone be awake to notice. However Jinx had no real intention of waking anyone. Silco would no doubt find out in the morning from someone or another delivering a report as to the family being killed, and than she should tell him all about her evening adventure!
So, news flash: I'm kind of a freak freak, but it's only since coming to tumblr that I've tried to embrace that to its fullest.
I'm, like, big into Indigo Park, and you know, I write, so I thought I might throw some words onto a page to help fuel my rampant obsession with the most unhealthy false realities the likes of which would have me excommunicated from the church promptly.
I came up with this monstrosity about Lloyd fantasizing about murdering Rambley in the most carnal, animalistic expression of desire I could feasibly depict while being demonstrably sleep-deprived. Last night, I got two hours of sleep, and a few hours ago, I got three.
This short drabble came out of my head immediately after waking up both times. You can blame some jackass(/pos) I found on this hellsite for inadvertently—but absolutely intentionally—filling my head with these thoughts. Check out @rexcake because it'd be rude not to tag them for doing this to me.
It's pretty much predicated on my tired-ass reasoning that Rambley's Railroad is, like, the main attraction or something, and it goes past all his friends and their attractions so they can all spout off cutesy lines to each other and whatnot while people watch. Like in the game, but with the actual mascots. Fill in how they look in your head; I'm too tired to write a fifteen-thousand word setpiece for this 700 word drabble.
I'd come up with something better and more nuanced, and this is definitely just a drabble—i'm so fucking tired and I wrote this in like a combined hour—but still, I like it, and I think some of the other freaks on here will like it, too.
So, here you go! Trigger warning: weirdos only!
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There he is again.
Every day, like clockwork, he comes around the bend at the helm of his pretty little pink train-on-rails, black-furred cheeks split wide in an adorably pointy smile if he’s not chattering animatedly about trains this and trains that to all the adoring young gazes in the cars behind him.
If only they knew. If only he knew.
How your gaze lingers, far longer than the script demands.
How your heart begins to beat off-key, syncopation blossoming as all the most fetid things within rise to the surface.
You can hardly keep yourself from slurring the script, counting him in to the applause of your illustrious theatre of grand affairs as his train slows down to let the kids get an eyeful. Spectators gawk and cheer at your proud stature, arms spread wide in a greeting as the halls echo with the warm tones of your booming dialect.
You can see him roll his eyes through the glare of the stage light, hiding his frown from the audience by turning to fiddle with his train's dials and whistles. It’s not part of the show; you know he’d just as soon kick the engine and skip your part of the ride altogether.
Thoughts of him barreling down the track, peaking shrieks and cries of gasping terror filling the railway as you throw every last ounce of yourself into giving feverish chase on all fours fill your head without warning.
Your next line comes out too rough; the throaty thrum of a snarl rises on the edge of a guttural growl, and you can see the shiver crawl up his spine by the way his striped tail curls and he straightens to hide it.
How would he look, clutched in the flexing grip of your mighty paws? Would he whimper? Cry? Perhaps he’d berate you as he always does, crossing those too delicate black-and-gray arms with a splay of his so biteable triangle ears back, pretending like it’s all a part of the show and you’d let him go any second now.
Not the show. Nobody could ever know how you feel—what you’d do to him.
So you let him go, waving him off to the sound of a toot toot just as you always do and giving a bow to your rapt public before the curtains fall over the stage with a gentle shiff, leaving you in the darkness all your own.
Motionless and still, chest heaving with exerted pants from a chase not given, eyes wide with deathly focus from a hunt not pursued. Your micless paw still unsheathed with unblooded claws—wide, toothy smile still taintlessly white.
How you’d love to, though. How you’d cherish the memory of feeling his last breath flutter against your lips, stained fangs still dirtied with torn tendons and chips of bone fragments from when your jaws had gone crunch through his thigh. His whimpers of pain into your mouth so nearly as delicious as he was.
Nearly too sweet to stomach; a moment too final to ever let come to pass. Feeling every inch of his smooth, silken fur darken with sticky crimson; his paws still desperately trying to push you away even as his life left him with every choked murmur, and as you raked your gore-spattered claws across his back. Tearing the most precious thing in the world to ribbons just because you can, because he was finally yours.
So much smaller; so much more delicate. You could eclipse him in a single bound, snuff him out with a squeeze like a stuffed animal too full of cotton. It’d be so easy, and it’d be so pure. You were made for each other—the predator and the prey. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything; more than the stage, more than the crowds, and far—far more than wealth or fame or adulation.
You need him. You need to have him, and hold him, and devour him until there was nothing left because that was the only way he could truly be yours. No one else’s; entirely, utterly, yours.
But not yet. Not too soon, and not while anyone else could see.
For now, and for as long as there were eyes upon you, you would wait.
Drabble inspired by conversations with @misfits-of-zaun
TLDR: Jinx tries to keep a promise to Ekko, and ends up dying. This isn’t a happy drabble. There is no nice ending. This is sad and angst.
Normally when Jinx made a promise she tried to keep it. However when Jinx and Ekko made a pinky promise, even now, she’d go to hell itself to keep that promise if that’s what it took. This could sometimes lead to rather bad situations, but that didn’t matter to Jinx nearly as much as keeping her promise did. She hated liars, she hated promise breakers, and despite still wanting him dead she told herself, Jinx had her own strange sense of right and wrong if one could even call it that. Her habit of keeping those promises was what made her being late stand out. If it’d just been fifteen minutes well it was Jinx, and could only be depended on so much. However with it being two hours past the meet up time, and Ekko’s second in command having left a good thirty minutes ago things felt off even accounting for the fact that this “deal” involved Jinx.
She’d go through hell to keep that promise.
She wouldn’t fail, not again.
She’d just wanted to help.
Just before Ekko left there was a soft groan of pain from the shadows, and a thump as Jinx landed on the ground jumping down from somewhere higher up. Staggering her way forward there was a harsh sucking sound as she tried to get a breath with her eyes gleaming. “Heyyy...thought...thought you’d be gone. By now...heh. Imagine that. You’re...here...Why...why now? Why you here now, but not…” Whatever she was contemplating slid from her mind as Jinx leaned against a nearby sign. Now in the open with light shining down onto her pale skin it was easy to see her hand pressed against her chest trying to keep blood from streaming down, and judging from the positioning it’d likely hit something vital. Perhaps a lung. “Come here?...I’m having, issues...E...Ekko? That, that is you. Right?” Eyes widening for a second as suddenly Jinx started to wonder if it was just another illusion caused by her strange mind she shoved herself off of the sign with a grunt, and reached out to him. “Are, are you real?” Voice soft and lost even as pain slid through it she couldn’t maintain her balance, and turning a bit as she reached out Jinx fell.
To her it seemed to take forever with the hard rooftop creeping upwards offering a brutal kiss to her face ready to accept her with the same uncaring coldness it accepted everything. To Ekko it was a snap decision, and barely a second as he caught her lowering her down to the rooftop. Finding herself suddenly on her back, and looking up at Ekko with her head on his thigh Jinx blinked and reached up with a blood stained hand placing it against his cheek. “Huh. Guess you really….are real...ahhhhhh” Eyes starting to look tired, and glazed over she coughed and didn’t seem to notice or care as a bit of blood hit her lips. “Kept...kept my promise. Can’t break pinky promises. Right?...I got it though.” The blood stained hand slid down slowly, and crept into a pouch on her hip pulling something out. Raising her hand enough for him to see what was in it Jinx couldn’t help her hand from shaking out of weakness as her fingers opened showing him not one, not two, but three hextech crystals. She’d blown up the Council Chambers with one and it was still usable. Who knows what he could accomplish with three. Feeling Ekko shift as he reached for her hand Jinx swallowed suddenly utterly convinced he was about to take the crystals and leave.
“Please! P...please? Can I…. gah, that, hurts! FUCK….Ask, for one thing? Don’t leave?” Looking up at him with those big pleading eyes she shook her head. “If, you want the last blow...finish me...alright. I get it. I know I’m dying. Sister stealing bitch and her rifle got a lucky shot...Wouldn’t even be so bad. If you did it. Least you another Zaunite. Heh, even be...poetic. Almost like, getting...put to sleep. By someone who I used, to, have sleep overs with. Right? Remember...those?...If you want that. Okay. Just please?” There was a shine to her eyes as though she was holding back tears. “Don’t leave? I hate being alone. I don’t want to be alone. Please stay?” Feeling his hand moving to pet at her, and hearing his soft words of reassurance she sank back down. For a moment it’d seem as though that was all that would be said before she heard a question. Why Silco?
“Cause it takes, a monster...to accept. To love, a monster… Why confused? We know what I am… I’m the one who killed them. Vander, Mylo, Claggor. My...bright, blue bomb. Just, crystal. Heh. Crystal and a clanging monkey going bang, bang, bang, bang against it. Boooooom...and than I flew through the air, and than Vi slapped me and called me Jinx and left and Silco was there and...come on Ekko. It’s not like you’d have ever forgiven me and let me into your fancy goody two shoes new family heh. Not...Jinx… That’s what my nightmares are about mostly you know?...Them. Still hear them...lots too… their voices yelling, screaming at me...my head, mind, whatever. It’s not… not normal… sometimes I think it’s really them on bad days… but mostly I know it’s not. Mostly I know it’s just my head being strange… I just. Just wanted to help though. They left me, and I just wanted to help and I followed along and jinxed it all… just wanted to help!”
Looking up at Ekko she’d never expected his response, and never ever having heard it from anyone it immediately made the tears stream down her cheeks. Hearing that she’d just been a child, and that of course he would have forgiven her and that she would have had a place with the Firelights. That she’d have been his family if she wanted. That he understood. That it’d been an accident, and a mistake, and that she’d always wanted to help of course she had and she had been a child it wasn’t her fault and she didn’t need forgiveness for that but she had it anyways if only from him.
The tears started, and the only reason they stopped as soon as they did was a lack of fluid in her body from the blood loss.
“I don’t want to die Ekko. Not yet… you remember. When we were lil?” Her hand that had been holding her wound lifted up, and immediately the blood started to trickle down faster than before as she pointed up to an airship that was lifting up and away from Piltover. “Always said...I’d...ride on one of those. One day. Go somewhere...else. I just...want to see what...it’s like somewhere else...I don’t...don’t want. To die...Ekko...can I ask...one more thing?” Voice getting weaker she seemed to try to press herself in closer to him as her body felt a bit cold. Not really hearing his response Jinx muttered. “Will you? Go on an airship, and go somewhere else? Don’t care were. Just...somewhere...maybe even take...some my ashes… toss them there. Least that way… some part of me will...have traveled.”
Whatever he said she didn’t hear. Her head starting to fill with voices once more as Jinx struggled just to get one more breath of air lasting as long as she possibly could.
IT’s TiME JiNX HAHAHAHAH I TOLD YOU WHEN YOU DIED I’D LAUGH AS YOU FADED. ThiS IS WhAT You DesERVE. No BiG FigHT. NoTHING. JuST ShoT IN thE BacK As YoU FleE. ThE LasT ThiNG yOU EvER FeEL ThE SkiN Of SomEONe we BOTH KNOW HATES YOU IMAGINE THAT JINX YOU FUCKING FAILURE! CAN’T EVEN MANAGE TO STEAL A FEW CRYSTALS WITHOUT DYING ON THE WAY BACK HOME! STILL A FAILURE AnD NoW YoU WILL JoiN US iN The DaRKnESS AnD I’LL MaKE SurE You NeVER SEE Vi AgAIN! WhAT EvER ComES AftER I’lL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE VI OR ANYONE THAT LOVES YOU AGAIN EVEN IF I HAVE TO DRAG YOU DOWN INTO THE DARK MYSELF.
She wasn’t even sure whose voice it was. Some how it didn’t quite sound like any one person’s voice. Not Mylo’s bullying taunting even. It sounded like a thousand voices all screaming together at her, and her shoulders hunched up defensively as she rolled over trying to get away from those voices. “Stop. Stop. STOP!… Please… Not...like… this… Ekko? Ekko where...why...I don’t...want...to die...don’t leave.. me alone… please…” Voice trailing off Jinx’s body went still, and cold. When she rolled over her head had landed on the cool rooftop, and Jinx died believing in that moment Ekko had left and that she’d been utterly alone with nothing more than her own mind screaming at her.
Jinx would never know of the small private funeral that was attended by Vi, and surprisingly enough Ekko. Her body burned on a proper pyre, and her ashes divided up. Vi had been shocked when Ekko had requested some, but had given a portion up despite Ekko offering no explanation other than that Jinx had asked him for something. In the end Jinx would travel. Her ashes could be found in Zaun, and Piltover, and some day Ekko would travel. Perhaps when he was old and nearing the end of his life, or perhaps middle age, or even younger deciding he should go while he had the energy and could learn from the trip and enjoy it. When he traveled her ashes would get sprinkled in a hundred different places.
Jinx would never know she’d died still loved. That she’d died with someone else there. That she had, in a way, finally gotten to travel. She had passed scared, and small, and tormented after trying her best not to fail yet another person and to help keep a promise.
A life of violence, and fire, and smoke. Of grime, and struggle, and never feeling as though food was guaranteed. A short life of hurting, and being hurt. A life seeing monsters, and becoming one. A life that had never truly given her any options. It had been a life spent trying to help others, and serve the purpose of another without ever seeing her own dreams come to life.
Okay okay now, darker -- what if JINX kept Silco's body after Act 3, to try and bring him back to life, but to no avail, just sitting around a house with her dolls and her dead rotting father, talking to him and treating him as if he were still alive?
(Alright I’m putting this entire thing under a read more. Content warnings? Jinx being obsessive with the dead rotting body of her father, maggots. Death. Bones. A body falling apart. Angst, sadness, and squishy dead bits lay ahead.)
It wasn’t until she’d gone back to check on Silco’s body after launching a rocket at the Council Chambers of Piltover that things had started to go a bit odd. Fishbones over one shoulder Jinx walked back into the building in which everything had gone wrong with tears still on her face only to hear his voice as her eyes found their way to his dead body. Magenta eyes had gone wide and she’d actually dropped the rocket launcher to the ground as she whispered. “S, Silco? Dad?”
I’m so proud of you. You’re perfect. It was a magnificent strike against Piltover, but I’m getting cold and seem to be having issues walking. No, no shhhh it’s okay my sweet lil wild dog. Could you take me home though?
A sob came from Jinx as a long gasping breath had gotten dragged into her lungs. Her dead father was still alive. He had to be! He was talking to her. It wasn’t like it could be just another voice. That’d be silly. She already had too many. A soft little laugh came from her as she took a few steps forward some part of her mind trying desperately to pull itself up from the depths of grief that had drowned it to scream that this wasn’t right even for her. That he was dead and would never rise again and there was nothing to be done about that. Head tilting a bit Jinx swallowed and shook her head as her hands came up to grip at her head before she leaned over and screamed as that cruel and mean thought just wouldn’t leave. That he was dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! Because of her! Because she was a Jinx! Fingers scraping down her cheeks she shook going down to her knees as a harsh sob came from her before a thought came to her. What if he didn’t have to be? What if he wasn’t completely dead, but only… mostly...dead?
Standing she grabbed Fishbones slinging it over her back before moving forward, and grabbing Silco’s coat Jinx wrapped it around him. “I’ll help you stay warm, it’s okay. I’ll take care of everything.” He couldn’t just be gone. Not Silco. Now surprisingly strong with the “treatments” Singed had given her Jinx picked him up, and took him home. Not to the Last Drop, or to his house however. Instead she took him to her workshop. She could keep him safe there, and no one would find them giving her plenty of time to fix her murder her mistake. Settling him down into a chair she tucked his coat in around him before kissing his cheek. “I’ll be right back. You just stay comfy.” There was a whisper in the back of her head that Jinx could swear sounded like his voice agreeing to stay there, but she’d turned and headed out already.
It took a few hours for her to return, but when she did it was with a number of things. A large comfortable reclining chair, a couple of blankets, a nice pillow, his injector, and quite a bit of shimmer. By now Silco was starting to noticeably cool, and his body stiffen with rigor mortis however Jinx just kind of ignored that. Putting him into his new chair with a pillow behind his head and the blankets over his lap she took his coat and draped it over her shoulders before staring at him for a few long moments. “You need to wake up. I don’t want to be all alone. I hate…” Pulling her pistol she fired it at something only she could see. “Shut up he’s not one of you! He’s not dead! And you don’t count anyways. You’re just a stupid, dead, thing.”
For a moment looking back to Silco she almost thought maybe he really was dead. Truly, completely dead and that idea made her start to tremble and her chest tighten before she shook her head. That couldn’t be. He wouldn’t allow himself to die and leave her all alone. They were family. They were all they each had, and family didn’t leave family. Grabbing some shimmer, and Silco’s injector Jinx casually sat on his lap pushing his head back a bit albeit with some difficulty and as she’d done a hundred times before and more that injector came down against his eye and with the flicker of a needle and a sudden purple tear drop she gave him his shimmer. Sliding off of his lap quickly in case he convulsed a bit as he normally did Jinx crouched down staring at him for a moment before sighing and sitting on the floor with her cheek against his leg.
He must need more shimmer. Maybe she should get Singed? No, not that mad twisted doctor. She’d help Silco herself.
The next few weeks proceeded similarly. She’d talk to Silco, and sometimes she’d hear him actually respond but always he fell back asleep. Always he was cold no matter what blankets she put on him, and despite the slow burning fire she set up close by him in a contained barrel to ensure nothing else would get set on fire. The injections of shimmer she gave him went once every couple of days, to every day, and than they went from his regular small doses to larger and larger. None of it worked. After a month or so she’d fallen asleep sobbing on his lap and when woke up Jinx had frowned seeing maggots starting to emerge from his mouth. Pulling the blankets off, and than undoing his shirt she’d blinked seeing more moving around his chest. “Well that wont do… You don’t like that do you?...Alright, I’ll take care of it. No don’t worry I’d do anything for you.”
Turning on some music Jinx started to hum and pulled Silco over to her tub. Dumping him into it her eyes had gone a bit distant as though she wasn’t quite seeing what was really there, and crouching down she undressed him. Using her fingers Jinx simply started to pull the maggots off of him and toss them over the side of her workshop letting each fall down who knows how far to splatter. Again, and again, and again. Maggot, after maggot, after maggot was pulled off of him and than out of him each getting tossed away as though nothing more than dirt or grime to be discarded. When she finished she grabbed water, and bathed him singing along to the music she was listening to the entire time. Ensuring his entire body was clean Jinx stared at him for a moment, and the holes in his chest and his unseeing eyes and for a moment her mind screamed the truth at her.
Silco wasn’t moving. He was dead, and gone, and in her mind and that was it. Collapsing to her knees with her hands at her head Jinx let out an anguished scream shaking her head as the memories of The Table returned and she relieved that one fateful moment. Her minigun rattling, her finger squeezing out of reflex, bullets flying out and the look on Silco’s face as his life faded. It wasn’t something she could forget, or ignore. She had shot her dad, her father, her everything her home and life and universe. Why had she allowed herself to get mixed up and confused? It was all her fault. Everything. She should have done better and now she’d never have another chance! As she crouched shaking, and whining and sobbing a voice slid through her mind. Silco’s voice.
Don’t cry. You’re perfect. I still love you, and I always will. You’re a genius, and deserve the world. Take it. Take what you want most. It’s yours.
She could take what she wanted most? She could have what she wanted most. She wanted Silco. She needed Silco back. She needed… she had him? Didn’t she? He was right there and he’d just spoken to her. Slowly sitting up to look at his body Jinx slowly crawled into the tub with his clean body and letting out a long soft breath nuzzled into his stone cold unfeeling cheek. “I knew you’d never leave me.” It was okay. He was still here. She just had to do a better job helping him.
A few weeks, or months even passed and things continued much the same. From time to time she bathed him, slept on or with him, had little break downs and then came back up. Without really knowing why Jinx started working on a couple of projects that started off modeled off of Sevika’s arm however, and roaming around Zaun stole a few examples of prosthetics and implants from the engineers before experimenting with them herself. Something within her was unconsciously giving her the solution to the problem that was about to become clear before long. The problem was that Silco would only stay intact for so long.
At this point Jinx had fallen so far into a desperate belief that Silco was still there and could still be fixed that it didn’t phase her when skin started to separate, and his lower leg started to come apart at the knee. That just meant she had more options to get him up and going again. A lower leg was pulled off, cleaned, sterilized, and slowly she built a casing around it. The same happened with his other leg, and an arm and then eventually Jinx simply found herself left with a collection of bones after one too many baths… and a head. Because she’d never been able to scrub at it the same way as everything else, and because despite his blood not flowing the Shimmer injections she’d never stopped putting into his eye had managed to preserve the skin and that one eye of his head enough for it to stay recognizable.
That head was all she really needed of course. His eye, and lips, and smile and voice praising her for never giving up. It took months. His body collapsing. Cleaning it. Putting together a new body. Figuring out how to connect everything together and to ensure his bones formed the frame of his. That head that was quite obviously a dead thing to everyone except for her on the top of it, and a way to make it’s lips open as a croaking sound came from it. She promised to give him a better voice of course, but that wasn’t as important as making sure the thing she’d created could hug her which… it could. Cold metallic limbs with shining bone engraved and stained with shimmer and bolted into metal sliding around her and holding her close as for the first time in over a year Jinx finally slept peacefully. She’d done it. She’d saved her father and brought him back.
Of course he needed to be able to defend himself so she gave him talons like Sevika had, and a small version of her minigun on the other arm powered by a hextech crystal that shot splinters of stone. In his mouth she pulled out his teeth and replaced them with a sharks maw before finally clothing him so he wasn’t naked and cold. With Silco finally up and walking of course they had to go out into Zaun, and of course they had to go to Silco’s favorite coffee place.
One person had screamed seeing the construct which she’d incidentally given another foot and a half of height to making him seven and a half foot tall, and after asking why they were screaming only to have Silco insulted Jinx shot them. “Don’t be rude to Silco.” After that no one found it worth while to complain, and simply let the loose canon and her strange companion go about their business. Eventually Jinx got Silco his coffee, and opening a dead mouth the construct poured it down it’s throat only for the coffee to trickle downwards and into it’s boots giving it a faint squish sound as it walked. She didn’t care.
