Hello everyone! Back with more Battle For Legendary Stardom progress! :D. Today we are going to talk about the history of Flower in this AU! In case you haven't seen what this project will be about, you can see it in my recent posts.
¡let's start!✨
Character of the week: 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓🌸
The age she will be in this AU is 16 years old, when just hitting her big break with the Announcer's audition.
What was her life like before the reality show?
Well, Flower grew up in Las Vegas, raised in beauty pageants since she was 7 years by her family, It wasn't about passion – it was all about image, status, and validation. She became known for her beauty and her controversies with Pencil, since they have been rivals all their lives Memes about their epic beauty pageant fights were everywhere!
Public Image ✨
Apart from being known for her beauty and her controversies, mostly the public knows that she is egocentric, SUPER superficial, and competitive. However, she continues to be popular, talented, and admired despite everything.
Flower believes that being the most beautiful means that everyone should praise her just for existing.
But behind that…
She never had a normal childhood. Forced into the spotlight too early, Flower craves approval from everyone. Deep down, she's terrified of becoming irrelevant, insecure about her looks, and emotionally dependent on fame. She was never truly happy in those pageants – she just wanted a normal life.
🎶 Genre: Teen Pop / Dance Pop
(I'm picturing her belting out Britney Spears vibes – think early 2000s energy, confident but dramatic. What do you think? Perfect match? 👀)
Can you imagine that the classic Flower we all know... in this AU, its value as a person depends completely on the approval of others? What do you think? Will Flower dominate the competition of the reality show... or will Pencil manage to beat it? We are working on developing the plot! Thanks to my friend @wachiparra for helping me.💞
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More characters coming soon… See you on BFLS Saturday!✨
As aforementioned, this is a sequel to the linked fic. If you don't want to read, all you need to know is that this is set around the League Project universe (essentially Cyberpunk), that Ekko and Jinx are working in opposite camps (therefore enemies), and that they had sex under the influence of some strange flowers Jinx was experimenting with
ao3 link below!
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The next few days blurred for him. Between his work for G/NTIC and the withdrawal he felt after parting from Jinx and her stupid flowers, Ekko barely had time to process what had happened. But tonight, sweating and whimpering in his bed like a kicked puppy, he can hardly think about anything else.
His fall-out with Jinx had always hurt, but now being away from her feels physical—every part of him aches for her touch, for the press of her skin against his. The only name on his tongue and on his mind is hers; Jinx, Jinx, Jinx, Jinx—Fuck, stop.
He'd known she was dangerous, but this is unlike anything he'd ever imagined she would inflict on him…and this time, she hadn't actually tried to hurt him. He can't get the sounds of her moans out of his head, or the sight of her coming apart under his hand, mouth, and cock over and over again for hours on end.
He wonders if she's thrown her strange potion away after what happened, if she regrets having slept with him, or if she's pulled others into her web just like she had with him; only this time, on purpose. But he shakes his head, refusing the idea. No, it doesn't make sense, even she wouldn't do that. She hadn't seemed to understand what was happening either last time anyway.
His wrist is sore from stroking for her so often and so long, yet no amount of orgasms seems to banish the lewd thoughts that plague him. He wants her again, more than anything, but he knows they shouldn't. She'd hurt too many, and although things between them had ended so strangely soft, Ekko tells himself the flowers are to blame. He had to leave her. He can hardly process the guilt he feels over it now…nor the regret and desire that linger.
Enough is enough, he tells himself as he shoves his hand out of his boxers and sits up. He has to do something, to keep his mind occupied with anything but her and the way she clenches around him the second he puts the tip in. The scratches she's left on his back still burn, and he surmises her own bruises and marks must ache still—yes, that's enough.
He curses under his breath and drags himself out of bed, determined to find something to do, which, in the middle of the night, means he'll have to hit the pleasure district and get drunk until his nausea takes over his desire for his enemy.
After he's taken a cold shower and scrubbed his skin raw to try and exorcise the ghost of her skin on his, Ekko throws on a taupe oversized hoodie, some black cargo pants, and a large black bomber jacket that reaches to his mid-thigh. Then he sets out into the night, unstraps his hoverboard, and speeds towards the nearest bar in hopes of getting a couple hours of respite from the ache he feels in her absence.
And for a while, it works. Ekko gets tipsy, chats up anyone he finds interesting or pretty, and ignores the nagging voice in his head comparing them all to her. But then his body tenses, realizing something before he does, and her scent floods his senses all over again.
Jinx.
Jinx is walking right towards him. And she's devastatingly beautiful tonight.
She's got on a black bodysuit exposing her pale legs and cut-out at the stomach and her waist, leaving only tattered strips holding the top and the bottom of the garment together. So much of her is exposed that he struggles to breathe, rendering the purple shoulder sleeves she's got on comical. They contrast with her bionic arms, and complement the thin, neon-purple lines snaking from her chest to her hips—he knows they fade a few centimeters down her inner-thighs, he remembers tracing them with his tongue as they pulsed.
Her short, pink hair is divided in four sections by gem cuffs and tied into two spiky buns. Two thin braids frame her face in place of her usual bang, swaying gently as she stalks towards him. The click of her platform thigh-high boots sears itself in his soul.
He's astronomically fucked.
Ekko turns his back to her, wrapping his lips around the straw of his cocktail and pretending not to notice as she slides onto the stool beside him like it's her rightful place—in another life, maybe it is. But this is not the one, Ekko reminds himself.
"Ya know it's pretty rude to fuck and ditch like you did," she drawls, leaning into his space without a care. "Thought the boy savior was supposed to be better than me?"
Ekko glares at her, popping the straw out of his lips. "Why are you here?"
She scoffs. "Didn't know you were in charge of public seating now."
"Look, Jinx. I'm gonna be real honest with you here," he turns his head towards her, forces a stern look that makes her smile drop just enough to make his heart clench. "I'm sorry I couldn't control myself and that we—did what we did. But I—I don't want it to mean anything. This can never happen again."
Something in her expression flickers; hurt, maybe. But it's gone just as quickly, replaced by a sharp, sly expression he knows too well.
“Wow,” she murmurs, slow and purposeful. “That’s cold, even for you.”
“I’m trying to do the right thing,” he sighs, turning the straw in his drink.
“Right dictated by who?”
“Jinx, it's the best for both of us.”
She studies him for a long second, then hums thoughtfully. “Funny. I thought you didn't care about me?”
Ekko shrugs. "I don't. I'm just being responsible."
Silence befalls them, and he wonders if he's doing the right thing when Jinx’s gaze drifts past him, landing on a man a few stools down—older, well-built, already watching her like he's seen an opening. Her expression changes then, and Ekko feels a sour taste bloom in his mouth.
"Well then," she lilts, slipping off the stool. "I guess we've got nothing more to say to each other."
And then Ekko just watches her go sit beside the stranger, striking up conversation and touching his arm, laughing louder than necessary at whatever that guy is saying. Ekko orders another drink, but he can hardly stomach the olives he'd ordered with it. He sits there and continues to watch, to shrug off anyone trying to talk to him.
Ekko feels sick when Jinx lets the stranger fix her lipstick, then lets him steal a kiss that should be his. Something ugly and primal twists in Ekko's chest, his grip on his cup tightening just enough to hurt. When Jinx parts from the kiss, her eyes meet his, and Ekko forces himself to look away; telling himself he doesn't care what she does and who she does it with.
Flowers.
Stupid fucking flowers.
Ekko should burn every last one of them. In fact, he's actively considering it the more time passes. And when the ache grows too big to ignore, he slips off his stool and sets out to find and destroy them all—until he realizes Jinx and the stranger are gone, only a blur of pink disappearing behind a shutting door.
His blood burns, and before he knows it, he's charging towards the restroom they slipped into, ignoring huffs and threats from the people he's roughly shoving as he tries to reach it fast. When he does, his hand instantly tries the handle, but the door doesn't budge.
Locked.
She fucking locked him out so she could—
"Fuck!" He growls and punches the door, earning some inquisitive looks that do not linger too long—best to mind your business, down in Zaun.
His forehead presses against the door, his breath ragged and his heart pounding.
He knows he should walk away, should refuse to entertain his feelings or Jinx's obvious ploy to play with them. But he can't help but picture it all—how that man presses too close, his hands wandering a body that shouldn't belong to him, and her letting him, encouraging him, maybe even showing him what she likes.
His jaw clenches, and Ekko steps back.
But then a shadow shifts beneath the door; two sets of feet angled toward each other and moving towards the damn door before a thud that rattles it tells him the man has Jinx pinned right against it.
How long would it take him to take the door apart from its hinges?
Ekko feels nauseous when he hears fabric shuffling, Jinx's breath hitching before she giggles like she's enjoying this more than she had thought she would.
"Fuck, yes, right there!" She moans as the man no doubt works her open on his fingers so he can take her. "Mmh…Knew those fingers would feel good when I saw your big—fucking—hands," she pants out, the door rattling as she rocks into the stranger's touch.
"Yeah? Then you're gonna love what's coming next," He chuckles and seems to pick up the pace, if the gushing Ekko hears through the door is any indication. "Gods, you're soaked, sweetheart. Someone needed dick real bad, uh?"
All the hair stand on the back of Ekko's neck, his nostrils flaring with anger when Jinx moans and agrees with the stranger like it's…easy to fuck someone else like nothing happened.
This shouldn’t matter, he tells himself.
You told her it doesn't.
But his body refuses to listen.
His mind pictures things he doesn’t want to picture; her legs trembling around the stranger's hips, her lips parted in bliss with her head thrown back, her nails scratching and her hips twitching like they had when he had her.
The image makes his stomach churn—not just because of what she’s doing, but because he knows why. Because he was a coward and pushed her right into the arms of someone else.
Because he did it to himself.
There's some more shuffling, the rip of plastic, and some movement that alerts Ekko. A muffled sound escapes from behind the door—nothing clear, but just enough for his imagination to sharpen its knives when Jinx gasps and the door roughly rattles.
"Fuck, you're tight," the stranger groans as he no doubt slipped his cock inside her…without even having taken the time to make her come on his fingers or his tongue.
It's selfish. Ekko can't understand why anyone wouldn't take their time to feel and taste her, to make her sob with pleasure before even considering getting themselves off.
When he had been under the influence of her potion, he knows he had been rough and urgent, but even then he had wanted to make it good for her, and they're enemies. So if he was only a little drunk, or completely sober, Ekko wouldn't have dreamed of fucking her like…that. Not unless he was sure she'd like it too.
Is she actually into this?
The sounds coming from the restroom tell him she's enjoying herself somehow, and that provides him no relief.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" She demands, and the door starts rattling from its hinges. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Fucking wreck me!" She chants, and the stranger growls, pistolling his hips with fervor.
"So fucking greedy," he grunts, and Jinx whimpers. "I bet you'd like it if I choked you too," he says, and by the gasp Jinx lets out, does exactly what he's alluded to a second later.
Ekko's hands are shaking now, fingers curling into fists at his sides. He hates this—hates the jealousy, the anger, and the sharp, undeniable truth clawing its way up his throat as he can't seem to tear himself away and stop listening to her unraveling on someone else's cock.
He hears her splutter, the sound of skin slapping and light taps letting him know this stranger is roughing her up like he thinks he has the right…and she's moaning, gasping, pleading for more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she hisses, and Ekko wonders what prompted the reaction, images burning and bursting to flames in his mind. "Suck them," she commands. "Fucking suck them—Yes!" She screams and her head hits the door hard.
Ekko simmers with anger, warmth spreading beneath his fingertips as his nails finally break the skin of his palms.
He can't believe someone else is touching her, fucking her, and making her feel this good—much less that it's his fault he's not in the stranger's place right now.
"I'm close!" The man grunts, punching the door beside Jinx's head as their pace reaches an intensity that makes Ekko…hard, he realizes. "C'mon sweet girl, work with me—"
"F-Fuck…So much," she breathes, and Ekko's gut twists.
"Don’t complain now," the stranger darkly chuckles, his pace not relenting in any way. "Isn’t this exactly what you were asking me for earlier, baby?"
Ekko hears Jinx babble something, her moans —nearly too loud to feel authentic— making his skin burn. The fleeting thought that she might be putting on a show to make him jealous, or worse, to rile the stranger up has Ekko's jaw clenching.
The stranger curses under his breath about how good she feels, how slutty she looks for him, and what right does he have?
The moment Jinx cries out, he grunts and roughly shoves her against the door as he starts pounding away at her to finish. Ekko's heart hammers in sync with it.
"W-Wait!" Jinx rushes out, but the pounding doesn't stop, and Ekko's a little pissed about it. "Wait, I—I want you to finish—on my face," she insists, and the pounding abruptly stops.
Ekko feels sick before the sound of her feet hitting the floor comes and her shadow grows larger as she sinks to her knees before this stranger. A thud rattles the door as he supports his weight with one palm flat against it, and Ekko imagines the stranger grasping his cock right over Jinx's face, pulling the condom out, and…
"Open up, gorgeous," he breathlessly urges her, and now Ekko can see the image of Jinx's tongue poking out for someone else, begging for their cum.
His pants feel incredibly tight, the air sparse, and yet his heart hurts anyway.
There's some spluttering and gagging now, heavy panting from the stranger, and Ekko finds himself palming his bulge absentmindedly with his front pressed to the door; imagining Jinx right there beneath him, sandwiched between the easy way and the thorn in her side he himself represents.
"Fucking choke on it," the stranger grunts, "That's it. Take it, fucking take it!"
Ekko bites his tongue to blood not to say something, to rip the door out and shove the man out of his girl's throat—except she's not his girl, and he's made that abundantly clear just a few minutes ago.
"Fuck, okay," the stranger heaves, likely sliding out of her throat to stroke over her face as his climax sounds to be closer now. "Don't fucking move, let me paint you," he says and after two seconds, grunts as he comes all over Jinx's face. "Fuck…That's so hot…"
Jinx giggles, and Ekko thinks he can hear her lick and suck on her fingers for a little bit before the shadows move and he hears some shuffling that might be them cleaning up and dressing up. He thinks his torture is over until the door rattles again. This time, the shadows indicate Jinx is the one pinning the stranger there, and wet, breathy sounds tell him they're making out because she wanted more.
Ekko's artery pops at the side of his throat, his whole body trembling as he waits for the door to open so he can punch the guy or…or, he doesn't know, but do something.
"Thanks, big guy," Jinx eventually purrs, seeming to lay off the stranger. "T'was fun," she says, and shoves him out of the way before she opens the door and—"Oh, there you are," she lilts when she sees Ekko. "What a little perv, you were listening this whole time?"
"Don't play coy with me, Jinx," Ekko grits out, knowing damn well she knew and wanted him to hear with how loud she had been there. "Was that fun for you?"
She cocks her head like she doesn't know what he's talking about. "What?"
"Great, you really showed me, uh?" He scoffs, glaring at the guy coming out the restroom when he dares to chance a glance at Jinx. "What was it you said earlier? Oh, right. That was cold; even for you."
Jinx's eye twitches, her body so tense he's surprised she doesn't snap at him or shove him.
He would prefer that, actually. He would take any outburst rather than to see her roll her eyes and push past him as she makes her way out of the bar like he's killed her fun.
Ekko tells himself this is it. This will finally let him get over her, and she's right not to respond; he has no right to care. But watching as she disappears through the crowd, then out the door into the cold, dark night, he can't shake the feeling that he's supposed to move…that maybe, she wants him to follow.
Isn't that how they've always played?
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The chill that wraps around her as she walks under flickering lamps and buzzing neon makes her excitement all the rawer. She knows he's following her, and without even realizing it, he's playing right into her hand by following her through the maze of run-down alleys of Zaun she knows like the back of her hand.
But more than anything, his anger thrills her—it courses just beneath her skin, making her feel warm in spite of the cold as the anticipation makes her heart pound in her chest.
She rounds a corner, her breath quick as she feels his presence inching closer, and turns another to engulf herself in a dead-end; just to see what he might do, nothing else.
Geez…she really hadn't thought this through, uh?
She braces herself, taking a deep, shuddering breath, and turns around to meet his gaze. Ekko does not hurry, but the sly smirk on his face illuminated by the low lamplights makes her stomach turn.
Her breathing quickens a little, billowing into foggy wisps before her face and into the cold night air. For once, Jinx is actually nervous—not exactly scared, because she knows he has no intention to hurt her considering the amount of opportunities he had to do so tonight, but definitely intrigued, and a little out of her depth it turns out.
The way he looks at her makes her feel like prey, like he hungers to pounce and consume her whole. His eyes rake up her form, tracing each sliver of her skin that's exposed to the chill, and when their eyes meet, Ekko unabashedly licks his lips.
Jinx backs up on instinct, damp, cool bricks meeting her shoulders as she watches Ekko swallow their distance with each confident step.
She glances to the side and up, considering leaping up to the railing of a balcony for a second so she can get a sense of control, extending their little game until she figures out what it is she wants. But then Ekko's breath is on her.
"You're usually smarter than this, sweetheart," he whispers into her ear, so hoarse and dark it makes her cunt flutter.
She grunts, lurching forward to try and push him off so she can run away and get the upper-hand again. She wanted him to struggle, maybe to hesitate, but he's way too bold and it thrills her…but it'd be even better if she could push him some more and knock his ego down a little.
Ekko's body cages her in just right though, like he knew exactly what she was about to do, and he chuckles. Jinx huffs, struggling into his hold, before Ekko sighs and rolls his eyes, drawing a hand to her throat to pin and choke her just enough to stun her.
Jinx's breath hitches and her eyes go wide as she meets his darkened ones. She'd wanted him to get mad, to get jealous and take it out on her the way only he knows how…but she also hates losing that easily.
Ekko pouts mockingly, then squeezes her throat harder and leans in just enough so their lips brush as he asks, "And how did that work out for you?"
A whimper leaves her, and Jinx curses her stupid body for betraying her when she should be making this harder for him after he'd fucked and ditched her like she meant nothing, then rejected her, and proceeded to get pissed she showed him exactly what his rejection meant for them.
She tries to squirm, but his hold only tightens and she can't breathe, can't fucking feel anything but him. She scratches and clacks her teeth at him, but it only seems to amuse him, and she's not sure whether it pisses her off or turns her on.
"Fuck you," she spits when she realizes he won't let her go no matter what she does.
"What did you say?" He asks, voice sharp.
"I said," Jinx smiles darkly, voice low and steady as she repeats, "Fuck you and your stupid fucking pride."
"Yeah, that sounds about right," he laughs low under his breath, releasing the pressure on her neck just enough to give her hope before he crashes their lips together instead, stealing her breath just as she found it again.
Their kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue and moans. Ekko thinks he can taste something salty in her mouth, and he growls at the memory of the stranger coming over her face and tongue just moments earlier.
Jinx whimpers into his mouth at that, prompting Ekko to possessively shove his knee between her legs, and she can't resist the urge to rock against it—that guy at the bar had done nothing to sate the hunger Ekko had left when she'd woken up in bed without him by her side.
Desire is a fire even her wetness doesn't soothe right now. She knows he knows that, and she hates that he does. He doesn't deserve easy pliancy after he'd rejected her so brutally, leaving her feeling a little used, or at least deluded to have thought i had meant a little more than a mere aphrodisiac high.
So Jinx breaks the kiss, even if everything in her screams with agony when she does, and she spits right in his stupid, handsome face. Ekko is stunned for a second, his eyes going wide before they darken. Jinx has to repress a squeak, the retort she had dying on the tip of her tongue as she watches him wipe her spit off his face with the back of his hand.
Then, with no warning, he backhands her. The blow isn't so rough as it is startling enough for her head to turn, and she can feel the spit smeared across her face from the contact of his hand. Just as she's processing what happened, Ekko squeezes her cheeks and turns it back towards him, then spits right at her.
"You done being a fucking brat tonight?" He grits out, then roughly releases her face, making her head bump against the wall.
Jinx languidly blinks at him, her core throbbing and her heart pounding as she processes it. She chuckles right at him as he watches her, then brings a hand to her face to drag his spit down, down, down until it smears along the column of her throat, over her shoulder sleeves, and finally over her exposed cleavage.
"Fuck…" he mutters, dick twitching in his boxers. "Seems like someone likes to be painted, uh?" He teasingly points out before squeezing her cheeks again, and giving the side of her face a few quick taps with his other hand.
"You—You heard that?"
Ekko roughly shoves his knee against her core again, forcing her to grind that much harder, and making her whimper.
"Oh, don't play coy with me, Jinx," he whispers hotly, turning her face so he can kiss and bite her ear. "You knew damn well," he brings his hand behind her ass, cupping and pushing it forward to make the friction of his thigh against her cunt more insistent. "Fucking minx is what you are. You wanted me mad, didn't you?"
"So what if I did?" She shudders out, pushing her chest out to feel him closer, rocking against his thigh and moaning just loud enough for potential passerbys to hear them—maybe catch them, and what would he do then?
His breath hitches, and she feels his grip tighten for a moment; knows she's played with fire too long and it's only a matter of how he wished to consume her now—anything, she thinks. She'd let him do anything, only wouldn't be caught dead saying it out loud so easily.
"Well, baby," he breathes against her skin, hot and low over her pulse, "Looks like we've got a problem, then."
She lets out a strained chuckle, shivering when his fingers knead the plump of her ass and rock her against him in retaliation. Her voice comes out with an innocent, breathy lilt as she replies, "Do we?"
He groans, slapping her ass so hard she whimpers, and then he looks up at her; eyes gone dark and hazy, desire too damn evident to excuse last time through the flowers—how had she never realized this before?
He takes her jaw into his hand, mushing her cheeks together ever so slightly as he forces her to face him; their lips close enough to brush.
"You succeeded, J. Got me all mad," he shifts his knee further up, painfully rubbing against her cunt. "I think it's only fair you help me calm down, now. Fix what you did," he says and finally takes her hand, putting it over his throbbing, hard bulge.
Jinx moans right in his face when she feels his cock twitch through the fabric, her fingers digging on mere sadistic instinct and curiosity; making him groan and curse under his breath.
The weight of him makes her instinctively try to press her thighs together, resulting in his knee being pressed harder against her cunt. It makes her feel far too sensitive to deny herself any longer as she kisses him; slipping her tongue inside while her hand drags up to his waistband slips inside to touch him without any barrier.
His boxers are a little humid, an overwhelming amount of precum smeared around the tip of his dick, and the idea that he'd gotten so turned on from hearing her getting fucked makes her groan at the same time he does when she swipes a thumb over the slit.
She gives an experimental pump and his cock twitches, eliciting a chuckle from her that reverberates into his mouth and makes him kiss her harder. Ekko rocks into her hand, his own pulling and kneading and claiming each of her parts as she pleases him the way he had so cruelly denied them both earlier.
He loves how small her hand feels around him, unable to fully wrap around his girth, yet trying her best to touch and stoke each line of him like she's mapping him out—ever so curious, treating him as a science experiment. And how he understands; he's just as curious as she is about her body, what she likes, what he can pull from her with a different kind of touch in a different kind of place.
Too busy sucking on his tongue, Jinx doesn't feel his hand slipping through the lowest cut-out of her bodysuit before his hot, thick fingers press into her skin and hook around the fabric, ripping it with dizzying ease to grant him easier access to the wet, throbbing madness between her legs.
Her hips jut forward with the force he uses to tear her bodysuit open, and she whines in his mouth; eliciting a gravelly, muffled chuckle from him. He takes her tongue and sucks it as she has his, leaving her a mess as his hand slips between her slick folds.
He groans and pulls away as his fingers glide over her beating clit, pressing just a little before they slide below and inside her, punching out a soft moan from her and making her grip on his cock loosen for just a second.
"Not wearing any panties, baby?" He whispers hotly, a pleased chuckle pulled from him when she shakes her head and blushes a little. "Such a devious little slut," he breathes into her space and she shudders, cunt clamping down at the words as he curls his fingers just right along with them. "Did you want me to treat you like one?"
"You wish," she scoffs, but the blush on her cheeks and the way she rocks into his hand tells him differently.
Ekko smirks, then moves to withdraw his fingers, and Jinx's free hand immediately grasps his wrist to keep him where she wants him.
"Don't you fucking dare," she hisses, squeezing his dick in retaliation to make him groan.
He chuckles darkly, immediately shoving three fingers inside her. She gasps, curses, and from then on, the space between them fills with lewd, desperate sounds, fervent, rapid touch, and their lips all over each other as they kiss and suck and bite wherever they can reach.
"You were just desperate to get fucked, weren't you?" He purrs, sliding his free hand away from her ass to cup and knead her chest through the flimsy bodysuit. "Tell me, bunny. Did he make you feel that good?"
A soft sob breaks out of her when he pounds his fingers right into her g-spot, purposefully pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. She shakes her head, hand trembling a little around his dick.
He smirks, kissing right over her pulse. Then his voice comes out like smouldering honey into her ears. "Mmh, bet you only came because you knew I was listening, didn't you?"
She nods, eyes fluttering shut in bliss; her hand's movements around his cock grow unsteady, more instinctive than purposeful.
"And you—fucking loved hearing—all of it," she pants out, teasing his frenulum for good measure, making him shudder. She smiles, content and hot, and her free hand tangles through his hair to pull his head back and whisper into his ear, "Just like I knew you would."
He curses under his breath, quickening the pumping of his fingers as the lewd sounds of her arousal and her moans threatens to make him come into her hand—but not yet; there's so much more he wants to do before then.
"Maybe," he admits, hand leaving her chest to slowly pull hers out of his pants, earning a whine from her. "But you wanted me riled up over it too, little minx," he withdraws his hand from her cunt as well, and turns his head to bite on her jaw, "So damn desperate for me, aren't you? I bet if I made you get down on your knees and beg for my dick, you'd fucking do it too."
Jinx tenses against him only for a moment—one long enough to betray how affected she really is—before she answers him with burning confidence.
"You know you don't have anything to prove, right?" she purrs, freeing her hand from his grasp to cup his bulge and squeeze it as she teases, "You just wouldn’t give it to me and I was hungry. Still am," before dropping to her knees before him and pulling his pants down.
His eyes darken, and she feels a rush of heat go through her under his stare.
"Open your fucking mouth then," he commands, his voice so low and raspy it sends shivers down her spine.
For the sake of her pride, she might like to say something, show some resistance; yet she's wanted to have him again far too long, and the inflection of his tone leaves her unable to control the parting of her lips.
Ekko tilts her face up with two fingers and leans down, tracing his thumb along her bottom-lip as he observes her with unbridled hunger before he spits right into her mouth and forces it shut so she can only swallow—not that she would've needed much convincing, but the authority he shows her now is miles better than she remembers.
"Fuck…" he whispers, mostly to himself. "Pretty little slut," he says and drags his hand away from her face to give it a firm slap instead.
He then tilts it back to his cock, taking advantage of the way her lips had parted as she'd gasped from the blow stinging and reddening her cheek so he can slip in; both hands holding her head steady against his need.
Jinx moans as his dick slides over her tongue, hot and heavy with a need she's mirrored since she'd seen him at the bar. One of her hands quickly slips past her own waistband so she can play with herself while the other fondles his balls, and Ekko curses once more; his hips bucking forward with no warning.
She splutters around his cock, her breath short as her nose meets the coarse, white trail of hair she's sketched more than once after their first encounter. His head is thrown back in bliss as she looks up at him, yet although she wishes she could stay right there and please him, her throat constricts and Ekko's grip loosens so she can pull back and breathe.
"Fuck, look at you…" he marvels, one hand moving from her head to his cock as he traces it along her spit-slick lips and chin. "S'like you didn't get stuffed back there. Such a greedy whore, aren't you?"
"Says the one who's been non-stop jacking off to me," she rasps out, and his gut twists.
How long had she been stalking him?
And why did it turn him on so badly?
"Now, come on," she purrs, languidly massaging his balls, "Give him to me."
Ekko growls and shoves his dick back into her mouth without ceremony, being met with a desperate little moan that makes his cock twitch. His grip tightens, pulling at her roots until they sting and strands of hair fall loose—she knows he's close to losing it so soon, and the realization fills her with pride, making her smile and hum around his throbbing member.
Jinx's fingers bruise her clit while she hollows her cheeks and presses her tongue to the underside of his cock where a vein pulses. Her jaw aches and her body burns with need and humiliation she finds she revels in while he hurriedly fucks her throat raw and tender for his own pleasure.
She knows he's angry, needy, and she can't blame him. She had wanted him jealous and possessive as this, had wanted to break his resolve and show him he could be just as bad as she is—he might be using her like a fleshlight now, but she's playing him just as well and he knows it too.
"Fucking missed that mouth," he groans, pushing past her uvula once more to spill pre-cum right into her throat. "Maybe I should've brought you back with me," he says, and she whines, trying to nod with his dick in her mouth. "Should've tossed you naked on my bed and let my whole crew hear how good you can be when you want to."
Jinx whimpers, her eyes rolling back as she slips two fingers inside herself and feels her saliva dripping out of her mouth to coat down her throat and chest.
"Yeah, I bet you would like that," he drawls, pushing her head further against him and keeping it there until she chokes and saliva bursts out between them. He pulls back until just the tip is in, teasing her tongue through the tight ring of her plush lips. "I could tie you up and use you day and night, and that still wouldn't be enough for my pretty, spoiled brat, mmh?"
She looks up at him through teary eyes and ruined makeup, and has the gall to roll her eyes at him with his dick in her mouth—something which she pays for immediately when he slams his cock back into her throat. She digs her nails into his balls in retaliation, yet Ekko only growls with pleasure and renews his fervor.
It's delirious to know he's every bit as insane and masochistic as she can be in the end. Jinx hardly minds the lack of oxygen right then; not when she can feel him twitch and hear him curse each time she takes him although she chokes. The sound of her moans and her cunt gushing around her fingers leaves him just as dizzy as her.
It isn't long before she feels him twitch more insistently, his balls tightening beneath her fingers, and his pace growing desperate.
"Fuck—Gonna come—Gonna come down that fucking throat," he grunts as he edges closer.
And although she yearns for the salty taste of his ecstasy on her tongue, Jinx wants more—so much more. She withdraws both hands and places them against his thighs; pushing and tapping in wordless demand for him to stop.
It takes him embarrassingly too long to notice and to understand what she means as he feels white-hot pleasure ready to burst in and out of him with each pass of her tongue under his cock. Yet he manages to pull back, suddenly worried he'd taken it too far and misread some signs, hurt her in ways she hadn't enjoyed in the end.
She's heaving by the time his dick leaves her mouth, a string of saliva breaking between his tip and her lips. And she's beyond ruined, maybe just as much as he is.
"You okay, baby?" He pants out, gently cradling her face and being met with a smouldering gaze that gives him pause. "Oh…I see," he breathes, tone dark and amused.
"Inside, Ekko," she manages through her raw, exhausted throat. "Want you to finish—"
He huffs out a laugh, pulling back to let her fall on all fours as she struggles to breathe and hold herself up without his help. The rough concrete feels cold and unnerving beneath her palms, yet she can't focus on it so long before his hand weaves through her hair and sharply pulls her up.
"So fucking demanding," he remarks, and hooks his fingers through the ripped material of her bodysuit to finish tearing it open completely.
"Just desperate to get fucked raw by the enemy, are we?" He teases, and before she can form the bratty retort she had in mind, he hauls one og her legs over his shoulder, stretching her hamstrings, and lines up to her entrance while she trembles.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispers hotly in her ear, and slams inside her without ceremony. "I'll paint that pretty pussy so much better than he painted your face. You won't remember anyone but me."
She shudders and bucks her hips into him, already so sensitive each thrust leaves them both gasping for air.
"You're so full of yourself," she breathlessly manages, scraping her nails along the back of his neck and the base of his scalp
"I'd wager you are, sweetheart," he quips, pressing a hand to her abdomen where his cock bulges out with each thrust.
Jinx cries out, sharply digging her nails into his skin as she throws her head back. He hisses, moving his free hand to her hip so he can guide her movements and fuck deeper into her.
"Sh—Shut up," she grits out, her attitude fading as his cock pummels into her cervix and stretches her out so much that it burns. "Gods, you're so—"
"Yeah, baby?" he purrs, leaning closer to lick and nip at the shell of her ear.
The motion strains her hamstrings once more, his pelvis pushing her leg straighter and further up on his shoulder. Jinx yelps, instinctively clenching.
"That other guy wasn't as big, huh?" he smirks, his hand leaving the muscular, biotech-streaked plane of her stomach to carelessly push against her cheek. Her face turns, her other cheek mashed against bricks, and she can feel his smirk along her jaw. "Don't you know no one can make you feel like I can, my sweet brat?" He bites down hard, sucking a bruise at the junction between her jaw and ear, and she cries softly. "You're made for me, baby. Only me."
"N-Nuh," she protests, blinking back tears and grasping onto the roots of his hair to pull her head back.
He blinks in surprise, his hand falling from her cheek to her collarbone, then dragging down her shoulder. In mere seconds, Jinx surges forward to smash their lips together in a filthy, desperate kiss. He licks into her mouth, and Jinx takes the opportunity to suck on his tongue in return.
He groans, moving his hand to cup and squeeze her breast; making quick work of tearing at the last of her bodysuit's fabric. She releases his tongue to moan, pushing her chest into his hand, and Ekko slaps and squeezes it again, and again, and again.
"Mmh—F-fuck…Ekko—" She whines between messy kisses, her body pulled taut with each passing second. "H-Harder—Please—Want it harder—"
He tenses for a moment, his cock twitching at the request. He pulls away, pinching her nipple between two knuckles and pulling until she yelps, then releases it to slap her tit. Her usually pale skin has turned pink from heat and impact, and Ekko finds it suits her just as well.
She arches her back but doesn't get the time to form another plea before his hands fall to her hips and he withdraws to turn her around. Her half-bare front presses against cool bricks, her head spinning from the sudden motion.
Her cunt throbs, weeping to be filled by him again. She wants to cuss him out more than anything, tears of frustration streaming down her flushed face. Yet when he presses closer, lining up to her entrance then wrapping his arms around her —one at her waist while his other hand cups her chest— Jinx can only bite her lip in anticipation.
"M'gonna reshape you with my cock, sweet girl," he breathes into her ear and pushes forward, his length filling her so fast it knocks the breath out of her. "Gonna fuck you so—hard—only I fit you right," he groans and squeezes her chest, her waist, anything he can claim.
She snakes an arm behind his neck, the cool metal making him hiss, and uses it as leverage to fuck herself back onto him. She's so close, so so close it hurts, and the second his arm drops from her waist so his hand can dip between her legs to circle two fingers over her hard, beating clit, Jinx feels hot, slick warmth trickle out of it.
Fuck.
"Oh, sweetheart," he chuckles in disbelief, rubbing faster circles over her clit to feel her squirt again. "Look at you crying from both ends for me…Such a dumb crybaby when I get you on my dick, mmh?"
"F-Fuck you," she huffs, although she continues to rock against him, to chase the friction of his hand, the hungry stretch of his cock.
She half-expects him to call her out on it, maybe make some joke about her already fucking him, but his words come out different.
"You gonna come, Pow?" he coos tauntingly, the sound of skin slapping and her cunt gushing around him deafening to both their ears. "Can't help it, can you?" She wants to argue, but clenches instead. "…Fuck—Greedy little thing—Look at you getting dicked down— twice in the same night."
"Sh-Shut up," she quavers, her voice drowning in soft, overwhelmed moans she cannot control. "S'your fault…"
"Oh, yeah?" He chuckles, slightly amused by her admission of neediness—for him, that is; seeing as earlier had not sated her in the end. "Well, that's too bad, trouble. Because now if you want to come," his two fingers slide from her clip to her entrance, teasing the stretched flesh wrapped around him, "You're gonna have to apologize for being such a desperate brat," he finishes and dips his fingers inside, stretching her further.
She cries out, pleasure flaring white-hot. She's close, so close, but just as she feels her orgasm cresting, Ekko completely stills inside her. Her heart and breath stutters, there's no way he—
"It's so easy, Powder," he whispers in her ear. "Apologize."
And that's it. All her frustration, her despair, and her resentment comes up to the surface. It racks through her, makes her want to send him on his ass and ride him stupid until all he knows is her—until he never forgets he, too, belongs to someone in this world; her.
It's his fault. All of it is. She wanted him —him, only him— and he had willingly chosen his hypocritical morals over her. So maybe she's not easy, maybe she ruins things, but then who does he think he is?
She twists her neck at an awkward angle to glare at him, chest heaving.
"Y-You left me," she protests, and when he opens his mouth to retort, she spits on his face. "Fuck you."
He reels back. "Did you just fucking spit on me?"
"And I'd do it again," she sneers, which in turn prompts Ekko to fuck into her again. "Gods—Fuck—Y-You—F-Fuck you—You left—You did!"
"That what this is all about?" He rasps out, withdrawing his fingers to properly drill into her and palm her clit. "You never—never wanted me around before," equal resentment paints his tone, yet his body does not get the memo. Jinx couldn't feel bad if she tried, not when fills her just right. "You got off, J—What—What more did you want?"
She struggles, each thrust hitting so deep and so hard it turns her brain into mush. She can hardly feel her legs, yet she doesn't need them as he holds her up, moving her body like a fuckdoll.
"Y-You," she sobs, the friction of his cock and the tight, claiming hold he has her in making her eyes roll back in her head. "On-Only y-you—Could only think of—y-you behind that door," she splutters, the coil in her gut painfully tight.
She hears him mutter her name, the sound broken and disbelieving, before he pulls her up and closer; the tips of her boots barely grazing the floor as he handles her with dizzying ease.
"S-Said y-your—your name the first time I—Fuck…you wouldn't give it to me. I didn't—Was so c-confused…but I—I—Wanted—Wanted you," he growls and slams into her so hard it forces more hot slick spurting out of her.
She twists her neck, trying to look at him with pleading, teary eyes. She could come and deal with the consequences, but something in her resists—needs him.
"E-Ekko—I—I can't—Please," she begs, her head quickly lolling into the crook of his neck as she mewls and cries.
"Good girl," he lets out a strained, pleased breath as she goes practically limp and is rendered but a mess of confessions and pleas, soft little mewls that burn right through his skin. "C'mon sweet girl," his fingers tease her clit, a promise of ruin waiting for her if she gives in. "You know what you have to do."
Her pliant, needy state fuels him. He wants nothing more than to feel her shatter. His desire is woven through each motion, each filthy sound meant for her.
She's so close, so so close all she can do is tremble and sob and clench around him as she waits for his permission—if she was less fucked-out, she'd be horrified by her submissive, pitiful state. But right now, all she wants is him. Him and his disgustingly smug, self-righteous antics. Him and his stupidly huge cock and hands and big ass filthy mouth.
She's not sorry about repaying him for his rejection, sure, but there's a part of her struggling up to the surface, breaking through murky water to get to forsaken land—to him, to them. She can't remember it all, only does she know that this is not worth throwing away again, and that to have done so before was a mistake. And truly, Jinx desperately wants to come now.
"I'm sorry—M'so—I—Mmh—" Her words fade to a long moan that earns her a rough, guttural groan from Ekko before he hauls her up a little more and starts furiously rubbing at her clit while he pummels into her hard and fast.
"There's a good—fucking—girl," he grunts, as though her rapture was ruining him. "Go on, pretty. Come for me," and his words snap the last of her restraints, her body jerking as she comes with a loud, sharp cry that pierces through the alley.
Ekko's relentless in his desire still, even as she feels her body tire, growing so tender and sensitive that it almost hurts. His fingers bruise her sore clit, her chest is racked with electric pin-pricks as he squeezes it, and her cunt is raw and gushing—but she loves it, she loves the pain as much as he does.
She tries to grasp onto his arms, clawing and digging her sharp, metallic nails while she cries and whimpers, each sound pulled from her sizzling like faulty wiring.
"E-Ekko—" She tries, not knowing what she wants to say, to ask—but he knows. Somehow he always does.
"Fuck, pretty girl, look at you," he breathes, pulling her face to his in an awkward angle. She's flushed and tear-streaked, her face puffy and her lips parted as she moans dumbly, mind foggy. "Always so smart but I get you so stupid on this dick, mmh?" He teases, sadistically slowing down his pace as she whimpers, fearing the end while he revels in her desperation.
She chases his mouth, failing and landing a kiss on his jaw, and her breath stutters when he goes completely still, then withdraws and sets her back on her feet. Her knees buckle, but he pulls her upright with one arm while he awkwardly rids himself of his jacket and his hoodie, bunching them in his hand.
Jinx whimpers when he lifts her up, his bunched-up clothes pressing into her front as he walks them towards a stack of crates. She barely has the time to register him tossing the clothes over the rough surface before she's thrown over it, her legs dangling uselessly as he steps between them and half-climbs over her. He lines up, then rests one hand at her hip and the other at the edge of the crate-stack for leverage so he can fuck her stupid while she lays boneless under him.
"Fuck—" he groans as her velvety heat wraps around him tightly. "I should hate you—I thought—thought you wanted me to—" She frantically shakes her head, drooling and crying as he eases her into an increasingly urgent pace again. "But now I know," Ekko chuckles darkly. "You want me to be—be mad at you—want me to call you—n-names," he slaps her ass and she sobs, pushing back for more. "Want me to—to make you take it so you—so you don't have to face how desperate y-you are for me."
"Sh-Shut up," she stutters, his clothes doing little to soften the rough surface she's continuously thrust into. "I could leave—F-Fuck you—" She whimpers when he shifts, deeper, and her body heats up, stifling yet blissful.
His hand slides up her hip to her spine, the weight of his large palm on her bare back grounding and claiming. "But you'd come right back to me," he taunts her. "This pussy belongs to me. Shit—" He gasps, getting lost in the feeling of her sucking him in, trying to milk him dry."Meant for me—All of you—Fucking meant for me…"
"Y-Yours," Jinx lets out a broken sound, her nails raking and splintering the crate. "Only yours. No one—No one else can—Fuck," she cries out as she comes for a second time on his cock.
She cries and laughs and shoves back against him; needy and uncoordinated, desperate to be filled by him, fucked raw until she can't take any more.
"That's right, gorgeous," He praises, pressing his front to her back to grunt in her ear, his hand sliding under her to find her clit. The heel of his palm grinds against it with every thrust, aggravating Jinx through the throes of her barely-receding orgasm. "Only I can—m-make you come so hard, baby," he kisses her jaw, then lower, and nuzzles into her neck. "Asshole couldn't give you more than one—N-Never—Never with me, Pow."
"Ekko—" she gasps, her body rippling with ceaseless, aching tension.
"Fuck," he curses, breath hot against her neck. "Yeah, pretty girl. That's it—Oh, there you go..."
Her mouth falls open to let out a near-soundless scream as yet another orgasm crashes through her too quickly, and her exhausted cunt is barely able to spray her ecstasy. Pleasure rips her nerves apart, pulling and undoing her every part to leave her boneless in a skin that barely feels like her own—it's his, all of her.
Her body jerks, twitches, trying to outrun the intensity of their embrace and failing because his grip keeps her exactly where he wants her. Ekko swears, a strangled sound, and the next thrust goes deep enough to steal her breath.
"Please," she whispers, not sure what she's begging for anymore. "E-Ekko, Plea—"
Ekko’s hand shifts from the edge of the crate so he can lace his fingers through her pink, spiky hair; undoing her buns some more as he roughly pulls her head back to arch her further.
"You want mercy now?" He darkly murmurs into her ear, then bites it.
Jinx shakes her head, trembling. "No," she sobs. "I want—"
"Say it," he breathes.
"I want—I want more—" She sniffles, hiccups, "Wanna f-feel you c-come inside…"
Something primal bursts in his chest, and Ekko feels his balls tighten far harder than before. For the past few days, he had tried to convince himself that their desire, their frenzy for each other had been aided by those damn flowers more than anything, that reason could and should prevail—but he can't lie to either of them anymore. This isn't, cannot ever be a one-time thing.
"Then take it," he growls, and pounds into her like he's punishing both of them for how easy it is, for how inevitable they are no matter how wrong it seems to be still.
His pace is merciless, the alley but a tangle of noise and heat and slick skin slapping frantically. And Ekko knows; he knows if they got caught now, he would never be able to explain this away and keep the trust of his people. Yet part of him loves that he's making her so loud, that each collision burst their bubble and makes it more tangible—risky but real.
"First and last," she says, voice ragged, slightly twisting her neck as his fist slackens in her hair to look at him as she speaks hoarsely, "The only one who—who gets to come inside me—forever…"
Her vision blurs and her cunt pulses as he fucks through the resistance, plowing against her cervix with fervor. He drops her head, his face dropping to her shoulder as he pants and sucks and bites over the thin, easily-bruising skin there.
"That’s it," he purrs, voice shaky. "Good girl—So good for me…"
She sobs, weakly nodding with her face mushed against the crate, heavy-lidded and sensitive. Her body jostles with every urgent thrust, his pelvis slapping against her ass with a deafening sound. And she takes it, smiling lazily as she gets closer to what she wanted—only one.last.thing.
"M-M'yours, 'Ko," she mumbles, feeling as he puts more weight on her, his own body growing tired. "C-Come with me—Breed me a-again, baby…"
His restraint breaks almost instantly. Ekko’s whole body locks, hips stuttering, and the groan that tears out of him sounds pathetically vulnerable as it meets her soft cry. He presses in as close as he can, filling her with hot, thick cum as they both shudder and tremble.
For a second there is only both of them; panting, sweaty and ruined. They slump over the crates, boneless and tangled, and wordlessly embrace the receding rapture as their bodies take an agonizingly long time to calm down.
Ekko stays pressed to her, breathing hard, and his mouth brushes her shoulder. He leaves a kiss there, long and deep; an apology as much as it is a promise. And for a moment there, Jinx thinks she remembers this one thing—Ekko is part of her, has been missing from her for far too long. She loves him, she realizes. And that is entirely too terrifying to say out loud.
[ My headcanons for PROJECT:Jhin AU are that he lives in an abandoned underground mall below an ancient parking garage and he has 100+ feral cats living with him that he feeds and treats like his children along side his drones and his base of operation is an old toy store filled with mannequins and toys he's collected and modified because it makes him feel less lonely ]
Viktor’s lab was an affront to the senses, built on his own blood and sweat. He'd made the foundation from his body, made it from the pieces of himself that couldn't be reformed. He sucked his bones dry of their marrow to resuscitate a dying dream. It had left him gasping for air, his body a shadow of metallurgy and barely enough skin to cover his gaunt face. But, at least it worked.
Viktor sucked his teeth, watching the man, Jayce Giopara, saunter up to the door. He watched Jayce run his fingers over the vertical steel columns that held up nothing but Viktor’s ego and a piece of sheet metal to pass as a porch. He watched him fiddle with the keypad, pressing the buttons at random without ringing the doorbell. He waited a beat, just to see. Nothing happened, but Jayce’s smile did lose its luster. It became a more blanched white than pearly.
He opened the door. “You must be Dr. Giopara.” Viktor held out his hand, the one made of flesh. He found it was less of a headache to ease others into the whole idea of augmentation than to have them face it early on. To do so would effectively bring about the idea of their own mortality, driving them into a dangerous headspace he didn’t have time for. “We have much to do.” Jayce did not take it, instead opting to invade Viktor’s space until they’d backed into the building.
“Viktor. No last name.” Jayce squinted into the dank room. “I heard about the funding you get. Where is it all going?”
“I do not use the money for my lab to exude a sense of ostentatiousness. I use it to better humanity,” he grit out, tongue pressing against his cheek. This was the first and only time he’d agreed to work with another scientist; it was already proving more difficult than it was worth. “I’ve seen your work. I’ll admit, it is very compelling. Quite genius.” He led them to the elevator.
“I’m aware,” Jayce said airly, flashing a wolfish grin. “I would say it pains me to admit I’ve never heard of you, but I’ve been busy these days. I don’t have a lot of time to look at amateur work.”
Viktor decided, right then and there, that if he was to be undone by his hubris, it would be nice for it to occur while rubbing it in Jayce’s face. He laughed, a cold bitter thing. “Dr. Giopara, it seems you are unaware of why you’re here.” The elevator dinged, and the plastic sheet covering the entrance was pulled back. “My work is not published. What I do down here isn’t what the higher-ups consider… ethical.”
Since Jayce didn’t seem the type to be fazed by augmentation, not after Viktor saw first-hand his grandiose self-absorption, he decided his ideals meant less to him (in this one case) than the sense of vindication he’d achieve. “For as much money as they shovel at me, they do not like to ask questions. They only care for the results I can provide.” He stopped at the first metal chair, tapping the clamps with his augmented hand. “What I do here,” he announced, pausing for dramatic effect, “is usher in the new generation of humanity.” His gaze fell on Jayce.
“So you do human experimentation.” Jayce looked, surprisingly, unimpressed.
Viktor’s patience was on a thin line now, a mere tightrope. “My plan,” he muttered, “is to augment humans as a first step towards something greater than either of us. My shareholders do not understand the potential of machines.” He removed the white sheet, exposing a man, shirtless, to the chill in the lab. The man recoiled in his bindings unwittingly; it was clear he was sedated. “However, it was hard for them to say no when I produced results,” Viktor continued. He pulled up his own sleeve, revealing his mechanized arm. “Of course, I wouldn’t experiment on someone without their informed consent.” He undid a screw in his arm, handing it to Jayce. It was crusted with oil. “As I was the only one who had faith in my vision, it was obvious who the first patient should be.”
Jayce had the decency to look severely disturbed, much to Viktor’s satisfaction. “If you’d like to hear more, I’d be happy to work with you,” he said lightly, a hint of glee in his voice. “If you can’t find it in yourself to do this, feel free to leave. You know where the exit is.” The conflict in Jayce’s eyes was delicious; he could see the fight between his arrogance and fear. Whatever the outcome, Viktor had won.
“If you’re delivering such good results, why was I hired?”
Ah, Viktor thought. Smart man. “I do have one issue. It’s something I can’t quite seem to crack.” Viktor pressed a helmet down on the shirtless man’s head. He geastured to the computer screen, showing his brain activity. “For most people, their bodies reject the machines. When that happens, I have to use more intrusive methods.” Viktor pointed to the rod in the man’s brain. “If they do not have constant reinforcement from the sensor, the flesh around the augments will deteriorate in an attempt from their immune system to extricate the intrusion from the body. Eventually, they will pass away.”
Viktor saw the gears in Jayce’s head turning. “Do you need this sensor?”
Viktor shook his head. “Since I knew exactly what I was getting into, I knew what to cut out.” He pointed to the man’s wrist. “Most don’t want me to mess with their systems.”
Jayce seemed to be warming up to everything. “Is messing with that required? Is there another way to get the results you need?”
“There is.” He led Jayce to the main computer in the lab. “I created a code to implant in the sensor.” He tapped a few keys. “Currently, the sensor takes away the free will of the person while it’s active.” Jayce’s face crumpled at that. “What?”
“You’re taking away these people’s freedom, Viktor.”
“They signed up for it.”
“Are you sure they signed up for that?”
Viktor waved him off. “Listen to me, Dr. Giopara. You code A.I.’s, correct?” A nod. “If you can find the problem with the algorithm I’ve created, we can trick their systems into allowing the augments while they retain their free will.” Viktor looked over his shoulder at Jayce. “I have a group of volunteers ready, if you’re willing to do this.”
Jayce looked ready to sprint out of the lab and hurl. “How many?” Jayce finally asked.
Viktor looked at him quizzically. “How many volunteers? Is that really important?”
“How many have already died?” Jayce clarified. His eyes already looked haunted, like he was assisting Viktor in war crimes against the state.
“Ah,” Viktor said, bewildered. “I’m honestly not sure.” He could see Jayce pulling away, disgust marring his face. “It’s not like that. When I first got word that a patient died, I implanted the rest of them with the sensors.” Viktor touched the back of his head absentmindedly. A grim reminder. “They are an unfortunate side effect of the augmentation, one that I hope to remedy with your help.”
There was a long pause as Jayce thought it over. “Okay.” Viktor sighed with relief. “What’s your plan?”
“My funding comes on the stipulation that, when it’s perfected, the shareholders have a highly-advanced group of soldiers.” Jayce gave him a hard look and opened his mouth. Viktor held up a hand. “Of course, that is not my goal, and I have made all the necessary plans needed to release them from this condition. That’s why you’re here, Dr. Giopara; they believe I cannot keep the humans alive for long periods of time without redoing their augments. As such, they are grossly unaware that I have, inadvertently, already made the sensor they desire.”
“So,” Jayce began slowly, his tongue feeling for the next sentence. “I just need to fix the code, and your project is complete?”
“Essentially, yes. Once the algorithm is perfected, the rest of the patients keep their free will.” Viktor, rarely complacent, allowed himself this small bit of gloating. “They’ll also be a part of the next step in humanity.”
Jayce raised his eyebrows, challenging. Viktor could taste the bitter flavor of doubt. “You seem very convinced that machines are the way forward.”
Viktor met his gaze. Took a deep breath. “If people are able to survive this implementation, the integrity of humanity will be conclusive. Like I said, this is only the first step. With the enhancements from augmentation, people can be better, from knowledge to power to controlled emotional responses. People, or rather, the world is limited only by our lack of imagination.”
Jayce shrugged, then leaned over the computer. “Whatever you say, Vee.”
“You don’t believe me.” Viktor was oddly bothered by his flippancy, considering Jayce knew nothing of humans. Jayce did not know them as intimately as he knew his own mind, not like Viktor did.
Jayce pushed himself up from the desk, turned his head towards Viktor. “I believe you. It’s just, all that is hard to promise.”
“Well,” Viktor huffed, “I didn’t come all this way to fail.” If he’d wasted his entire soul and physicality, just to amount to nothing? It was a dark, foreboding thought, one he wouldn’t waste mental energy entertaining.
“Of course not,” Jayce said, definitively. “Neither did I. That’s why you’ve gotta move so I can get to work.”
Viktor stood up, presenting the chair with a flourish. “Don’t let me stand in your way, Dr. Giopara.”
Jhin rescuing his fem! s/o from thug people who wants to use her to hurt jhin?
Four shots, four bodies. Screams. Alarm. Ignore. Main objective: Find Y/N. That’s what Jhin visor show him, his emotions, ones he thought he abandoned long ago before he meets you, running wild between rage and hate, they’ll pay.
They have taken you away, demanding him money and loyalty for your safety, they even dared to hurt you to send him proof. He’ll kill they all.
Y/N spotted, the south room at left, four targets in the wall, proceed after processing. The mercenary follows like a machine, what he, partly is, arms trembling to have you back on them, the only peace he finds on this cursed world.
You’re scared, not that hope abandoned you but you also don’t think you matter enough for Jhin to come to rescue you, he’s eccentric enough to you never be sure, but when you listen to shots and the alarm, you know it was him.
When the blindfold was taken out you find yourself in front of red LEDs, you just jump on Jhin chest, trembling on fear as his arms involve you closer and he nuzzles you softly. “Sorry for delay, darling.” he’d whisper, he comes here for you, to save you, that’s all that matters.
