summary: you don't celebrate christmas and haven't in a long time. who knew your girlfriend, jinx, would react so dramatically to it? it's just another holiday.
cw/themes: s1 jinx, fem reader, established relationship, light angst, toxic-ish family, slight toxic relationship (between slico and jinx), mental health issues, fluff, slowburn-ish?, comfort-ish
character(s): jinx, slico, sevika (mention) word count: 1.2k
Fall leaves blow away as another season approaches ahead. The winds grow colder and bolder. And.. into something else. As soon as snowflakes fall to the ground, everyone knows it's that time of year...
Christmas!
The holiday kids can't wait to wake up, couples getting cozy under a blanket with hot chocolate.. and who could forget snow angels? Or even snowmans!?
And you? Absolutely dread it.
Family hasn't been all that kind for you. And sure, in the past there were times Christmas was celebrated. But, that celebration has slowed down over the years. Much similar to an avalanche's descent down the mountain, at some point the avalanche has to stop. To the point Christmas became a lost holiday.
It stopped before you became a teen. It upset you deeply. The holiday cheer ended so.. abruptly. Childhood replaced with reality. A future, realistic mindset of what your adulthood would be full of.
What complaints could you make? There's food on the table and a roof above your head. You knew your parents would fuss about you being ungrateful. But, it was never about being ungrateful for no presents. It was about the thought and care put into them by people you cherished. With you loved and adored by your parents.
All you could do is feel envious of others that did in fact celebrate Christmas. Embarrassed even. The joy on their faces, exclaims of thank you's while you got nothing. Besides, that last gift for christmas when you were 11 was a calculator... So was it really that bad to not celebrate with people that "loved you" so dearly?
You grew numb to the idea of it. The thought of it drifted away as you grew up. Reality became your sole focus. Holding down jobs was a priority. Christmas has left a bitter impression on you. One that will be broken quite.. chaotically.
......
⋆˙⟡ I'm not sure what you were expecting but Jinx will ABSOLUTELY throw the best Christmas you EVER HAD as soon as she hears that you haven't celebrated in years
⋆˙⟡ She's baffled, frustrated at your parents, taken aback- this girl is in the works. She's personally offended as if she herself never got to celebrate Christmas. How can a beautiful angel like you have been restricted from christmas out of all holidays?! As your official girlfriend, she was not going to let it slide.
Jinx's eyes practically look like they're going to fall out of her sockets with how much she stared at you. It's not like you grew two heads!... At least you don't think. You might want to check in the mirror before jumping to conclusions- to which you ironically were. Before you try some way to bring her back into reality, she does so herself.
"Toots.... you have to be kidding. A calculator? For Christmas?!" Jinx exclaimed, somehow looking even more bewildered than when you actually got your "gift". She grabbed you by your forearms, trying to make some sense of it. You shrugged sheepishly. You felt it was embarrassing. Parents not being the best as gifts with forced expectations of gratitude has left an everlasting impression on you.
".. Well, that did happen.." You sighed, not wanting to make such a big deal out of this. "Look, I rather not celebrate at-" "Nope." Jinx cuts you off, her eyes with that glint you know all too well. Determination. "Nuh uh. No. Way. In. Ever. I'm going to show you the holiday magic allll over again, sweetness!" She grabs your hand, stealing you away to whatever shenanigans that are pulled up her sleeve.
⋆˙⟡ Jinx is quick to steal get you an advent calender. Of what? Your favorite sweet treats! She won't even steal a bite or two! (besides a few kisses from you..) But, insists for the two of you to cuddle up against the couch. She'd force your face into her neck, her hands greedily grabbing your waist for you to scoot closer. She'd want to be those overly annoying couples.
⋆˙⟡ Speaking of those overly annoying couples, she'll definitely leave notes around the house. Her usual flirtiness turned up a dial into cheesy mode.
"Are you a campfire? Because you're hot and I want s'more."
"You can be so salty.. But it's alright because you're sodium fine.."
"Guess what I'm wearing right now? The smile you gave me!"
⋆˙⟡ Jinx will make an obscene amount of presents just for you. You know it without her even telling you her plans (like she was ever even going to..) You further insist that you don't need presents and her just being there for you is just enough for you. Jinx always brushes it off and ignores it. Silly you for trying to tell Jinx what to do..
⋆˙⟡ Jinx WILL make Slico to increase her allowance for the holidays. It's the holidays for crying out loud! She needs more materials to work with over here!
"But, pleassseeeee!!! Don't you have a heart?" She pouted on Slico's desk as he looked through some boring letters. It's been over an hour and she still hasn't gotten what she wanted. So what if she blew up that Piltie church, it looked boring without any color! Slico sighed, his resolve breaking as he leaned back in his chair.
"I need you to be more cooperative with Sevika with your next mission then. We can't have what happened last time." Slico said firmly, referring to the shimmer that got looted by the Firelights once again last week. Jinx froze. Her eyes widened a bit in.. regards of what had happened. She was oddly quiet for a few moments before sighing loudly.
"Ughhhh, fine." Before getting handed a letter full of cash by Slico. It was quick to say that Sevika got quite the oddly.. chipper Jinx than the usual chaotic one.
⋆˙⟡ For christmas morning, Jinx will pounce on you to wake up. She will do anything. Slap, kiss, tickle- anything for you to wake up and see her beautiful work under the christmas tree. It's all for her pretty sexy girlfriend.. So why keep up the wait by snoozing like a grandma?
⋆˙⟡ The wrapping.. is anything but good. Half the presents are in boxes, wrapped as if a mummy was let loose. The wrapping are designs all done by her. It's cute and it's by Jinx- which makes it all the more lovable (despite wrapping paper scraps filled to the brim of your trashcan. at least she threw trash into the trash out this time!)
"Come on, the gifts aren't going to upwrap themselves!"
You stared at the gifts. So many, so.. kind. You looked over to Jinx, already staring daggers at you. Her eyes widened a bit, not expecting for you to have look at her. She smiled, her lip quivering ever so slightly. ".. Do I have something on my face?" She nervously chuckles, twirled her braid around her fingertips. It's obvious she's expecting a reaction about the gifts.
You already know what she's thinking. 'Did you like them? Did she make too little, too much? Her wrapping may not be on par with yours but you always say how it's the effort that counts!' You step closer to Jinx, already hearing her thoughts fester rabidly.
".. Hmm.. Yeah. You do actually." You point out with your finger. Jinx looks confused before you kissed her lips. Your hands wrap around her waist while hers go around your neck. After sometime, you both part. You smiled. "Thank you, Jinxie. Seriously, I'm not sure how I've struck gold with you." You told Jinx, already seeing her worries and doubts relax in an instant. She grins wildly, pulling you in for another kiss.
"Well... Then, the gifts can upwrap themselves for a bit."
authors note: completely sorry i haven't been around whatsoever. to summarize, school and family problems decided to take up majority of my day to day life. i thought of this fanfic last minute and i hope you all enjoy it as i made it quite reflective of how i don't celebrate christmas anymore. pretty late to just click send on this post but it still is christmas in my timezone soo... happy bylermas sweeties!! <33
summary: vulnerability has never been your forte. opening yourself up has never been easy. but, can one forever keep the wall from falling? your girlfriend jinx might take a dig at making it all crumble down..
cw/themes: pre season 1, early established relationship, fem reader, angst, swearing, hints of not having a good upbringing, kinda toxic, insecure reader, slow burn-ish, comfort, nudity (no nsfw), sexual jokes
character(s): jinx word count: 4k
Vulnerability. It doesn’t come easy.
Sure, you’ve let yourself loose here and there. Let the world fall off your shoulders every now and then. To be able to breathe, to feel the air against your fingertips. Despite it being Zuan’s chemically trained and unsafe for breathability, ‘air’.
It's not for long. Never too long.
Zuan doesn’t exactly let you be soft and delicate. No, no- Quite the opposite. “Vulnerability is a weakness.” The exact words your father used to say when you were younger. There was no ‘if’, ‘and’s’ or ‘but’s’ about this. Even you, at an early age, knew this.
To show it is like telling all the thieves and criminals of Zuan where their new target is. They do the exact same thing too. And if you let it go to your head (which you have already), it’s really all a waiting game to see who gets eaten first in this real life version of some fucked up gameshow.
Now, you’re all alone. Family is long forgotten. Memories best served as distant dreams you had once known of. Dreams you couldn’t tell were nightmares or even have happened at all.
Or.. at least were.
Jinx, Zuan’s number 1 terrorist, became your girlfriend. Of course it didn’t happen overnight. A bunch of events led to that particular moment. Jinx felt the voices calm down around you, the storms becoming the calm tranquility of ocean waves splashing onto the surface of land.
You were always there to help and comfort her. Whether Mylo made fun of her experiment exploding again in her face the second time today or her panic attacks- You were there. You made things better in her life, brighter.
Even going so far as to call you her “little soldier”. To have your cheeks turn into the rosy color she adores with your eyes diverting away from her. (It’s at the number 1 of her undying nicknames for you.)
As much as she appreciates the warmth and security you offer in her life, there’s one thing Jinx is absolutely sure of. It’s obvious in her eyes of what she sees.
She’s not stupid.
Outside of her manic and consistent change of behavior, she knows you. She sees things most people cannot see. Like the annoyingly constant pressure to deal with issues so stubbornly by yourself. That you’ve, ironically, pressured yourself into doing.
You have this fixated (or rather fucked up) belief of things that what you need will only be carried out by yourself. Any other possible pretense is hidden so surgically that even Jinx has second hand doubts. That you, someone so kind and caring, actually cares about something as mundane as being worried of being dependent on someone.
Then, she reminds herself and Claggor she’s not going crazy. She’s seen and felt how much you carry on yourself, by yourself. It’s practically seen with the smallest things possible too.
Like with cuddling.
It's stupid- yes. Sure, you relax against her chest. Your breathing is relaxed. In truth, you are relaxed. But, your eyes aren't.
Or hugging.
You relax against her, wrap her up like a burrito. Press kisses against her neck. But, your eyes aren't.
They're awkward, definitely not relaxed. Practically looking anywhere else besides Jinx. They're tense. You're tense, unease, anxious- whatever other synonyms there are for this in the english dictionary.
She knows she’s not easy to deal with. She never even expected you to ever end up with her. She just wants you to let loose a bit. She knows you can, she's seen you do it. You like to have fun. But, it’s never long. You're not always that quiet and dismissive person everyone sees.
Is it really all selfish to want? You never talk about your problems, never whatever’s annoying you. She knows you like your own privacy- fine. She likes hers too. But, at least she doesn’t act like everything’s dandy like a damn Piltie.
It’s getting to the point where she’s getting worried for you.
Guilt was eating her up.
Was she the cause of this?
......
You sighed, just finishing your last shift at a bar for the week. You dug through your locker, losing your side mirror for the 7th time. Being a waitress was not for the weak. To say you were eager to come home was an understatement. At least it would keep you away from grubby drunks, even if it's just for now.
Your head ached, tired from the consistent stupidly asked questions. And, your face from smiling all the damn through for extra tips. Not to mention the alcohol that reeked off your clothing. But, that can be settled later in the laundry.
Finally, you found that stupid mirror. You raised it and saw yourself in the reflection. Jeez, not only did you smell like shit, you looked like it too.
Your hair definitely needed to be redone in a ponytail. Your face needed to touch up on its make up. Your eye bags looked darker, your eyes dimmer, your posture slumped- Yeah, you know you look like shit. Not the time to pick at yourself again.
A bath was something you desperately needed. It was one of the only times you felt like fully letting it all go. The warm water engulfing you in it's entirely.. The stone of the tub keeps you secure… And, not to forget those bubbles… But, probably not best to get too distracted and get lost in your childish fantasy land while you still haven’t even left the building yet.
You sighed, putting your mirror back inside the locker instead on the side like that’d make a difference. You took off your apron, placed on top of your mirror before redoing your ponytail and calling it quits for the night. You’ll fix the mirror situation another time. You closed the locker, locking it gently.
......
After a long walk, you found your apartment with brick walls and the smell of vomit mixed with smoke outside elsewhere. At least the vomit isn’t at your front door this time.
Shuffling in your pockets, you found your keys and unlocked your door. It was quiet, lights turned off besides some light protruding from the window. You stepped inside and locked the door from inside your apartment.
Your hand scrambled for the lights lazily. Not before a cold, gloved hand reached over behind yours. Your breath hitched, hearing a raspy voice lean your ear sickeningly sweet.
"I missed you today." It was an oddly familiar voice. A voice you know all too well. Jinx. Your girlfriend.
You took your hand off the lightswitch and immediately turned around to face her, not even caring to turn it on. "Ah, fuck! Jinx, you scared the shit out of me!" You exasperated, shoving Jinx's shoulder.
She giggled wickedly, turning the lights as she looked at your priceless face. "Can't a girl just see her girlfriend?" She said almost innocently you might've believed her if not for the stunt she pulled.
You scoffed, placing your keys on a small side table nearby as you spoke. "And to think I'd get used to it by now.." You mumbled under your breath before kissing her cheek. You gently nudged past her to put your jacket on the coat rack.
Jinx didn't say anything. No, she kept looking at you. And after being with her for a couple of months, you know she tends to stare. It's odd. But, welcomed on your end as one of her many peculiarities.
After putting away your jacket, you walked over to your kitchen to get a quick snack from the pantry. You opened the pantry door, looking for whatever to soothe your appetite. Knowing Jinx's nature, she'd definitely wanted some sweets. Why else would she be here? You yelled out to her from across the room, turning your head a bit as you did. "Want any-"
And before you knew it, Jinx was right behind you. Staring at you. You flinched, looking at her bewildered. "Jeez, did you take the bells of your shoes? You're oddly.. chirper." You faltered between words, feeling 'chirper' wasn't the right word for this.
Jinx leans extremely close to your face, her eyes intently on yours. For a second, you think Mylo or Claggor is talking to her again. Planting words of doubt in her mind yet again. Or, looking at the eye bags around your eyes. The smeared makeup, how terrible you looked. But, she was hard to read to tell if you were right or not.
She tilted her head, her eyes never straying from yours before smiling like nothing happened. "You should really let loose, sweets.. It's just me, ya know." She teased, dragging the ends of her colorful nails along your shoulder blade. You sighed, thinking this is just one of her antics again.
"Sorry. Just a bit tired from work is all." You answered, taking her fingers off your shoulder. It made her frown but that was expected. Away from old alcoholics eyeing you, the whistles they'd make at passing girls was really tiring. Though for Jinx's sake, you'd keep yourself contained. You’re not the type to complain. Especially when you get quite the steady income. A rarity in Zuan.
You turned away to look around in the pantry more to look for some sweets. You frowned, finding no sweets here. Which only meant she took them again. You turned back to a Jinx breathing at your neck.
She was breathing on your alcohol filled scent and didn't seem to care in the slightest. "I mean- You'd tell me if I was making you uncomfortable.. Right?" She asked again, more breathily this time and nervous. Your eyes softened at her, having at least an idea of what she's feeling right now.
"Of course I would, Jinxie." You whispered to her softly, your hands gently bringing her closer to you. "But, you're not doing any of that. Are they saying anything to you? Whatever comes out of their mouths is a bunch of bullshit to mess with you." You affirmed, referring to the shattered voices in her head.
Jinx looked away, her eyes conflicted between your touch and possibly them. Even though you were tired with a questionable stain on your tank top, reeking of alcohol, you still tried to help her. You couldn’t not help her, she’s your girlfriend. You always put her priorities over your own. It’s a bad habit, sure, but it’s not like you have much of anyone else around you.
Gently, your arms wrapped around her waist. It was a comforting notion you did commonly with her. As soon as you did that, she pushed her way out of your arms. Her brows furrowed, looking at you as if you wronged her. Your heart ached at that look.
"You- You're doing that again." Jinx grumbled and you were confused. "Doing what? I'm just trying to-" "Don't act dumb." Jinx cut you off, glaring at you. You’re not sure what you did but still worry nonetheless.
"You act like everything's fine- I'm not an idiot.. You're always hiding, acting like I'm some damsel in distress." Jinx pointed out, her nail poking your chest making you tense. "You're not fine. You hide it, you always do." You knew what she was talking about. And, you really didn't want to talk about this. It’s barely an issue to begin with.
"Jinx-" "Just say I'm the reason." You both paused, staring at each other. This.. escalated rather quickly. An argument was something you really didn’t want after work. When you look like shit and really feel it. This stuff never happened between the both of you. Spats, sure. This one.. was serious. You opened your mouth quietly on how you can even explain this one. But, Jinx was faster.
"And I thought Mylo was lying.. He was right- They were right. I'm bringing you down, aren't I?" Jinx began to tear up, her eyes slowly coming up with water. Her finger poking you left your chest, curling into a shaky fist. You hated the sight, loathed it even more for making her feel that way. "No, it's not-" "Yes, it is- Here I thought I was being the best girlfriend ever to you-"
“It’s never been because of you!” You raised your voice in frustration, a little too loud that made Jinx shudder. Her blue eyes looked like a lost puppy. Your heart ached again. You looked away, sighing before looking back at her eyes.
“...Look.” You began quieter, gently touching her shoulder while trying to find the right words. “.. You’ve never been a problem. Not to anyone and certainly not to me. You mean too much to me for you for that to be the reason-”
”So, there is one.” Jinx hissed with venom, taking your hand off her shoulder. Damn it. You slipped. And now she’s going to pry into it. You could see a flicker of expression in her eyes. Now, you can read her. Her eyes were definitely conflicted between worry and hate. Worry for what it could be and hate as some sort of defense mechanism.
“I didn’t mean-” “Yes. You did. We both know it, toots.” Jinx whispered, her tear threatening eyes never straying from yours. And now, it was your turn to feel worried. Or, at least frustratedly nervous at this topic you never talked about with Jinx before. The naive part of you thought she’d never notice.
She’s noticed. All. The. Time.
“.. Nothings going on.” You tried to convince her, maybe even convince yourself. “I’m just.. tired from work. I must’ve been rubbing it off on you. I’m sorry. I.. shouldn't be doing that.” You explained helplessly, your eyes darting elsewhere. You were starting to get a bit more irritated now. All this poking and prodding wasn’t going to end well. You knew that.
Damn it- Why did you have to be like this?
“And again?! Seriously, (Name), stop doing that! You’re acting like a brain dead zombie!” Jinx yelled, her hands molded into fists. You didn’t like these accusations. “Everything’s fine.” You stiffened, your teeth clenching and eyes dancing across the room. Another helpless excuse Jinx saw right through.
“(Name)-” “Everything’s fine! Use your goddamn head!” You yelled louder than before, both of you shocked. “… Jinx..” “.. I should’ve never come by.” Jinx's eyes filled to the brim and fell down her cheeks. You tried to touch her hand, hold her and hug her.
But, she flinched from the touch before walking out of your apartment door with a slam. You doubted talking to her before she knew. It would’ve only made things worse anyway.
Damn it.
......
That was a couple of hours ago. Yet, you still can’t get it out of your head.
You made yourself dinner, cleaned up the mess after, cleaned the living room, made a list for groceries to get tomorrow (putting sweets as number 1), got the mail, washed your clothes, removed your makeup, fixed your bed, brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, stared at your hair- and now you’re staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror, contemplating about what had happened hours prior.
You hated it. You hated yourself. Even more for yelling at Jinx. She was just trying to help. It’s not her fault. It never was. It was always yours. Maybe that’s why everyone left you.
Your eyes drifted to another view in the mirror. The bathtub is filling up with water from the faucet. You’d wanted it ever since you stepped into your shift. You contemplated it. Did you really deserve it?
Hell, you already had the water on. It would be a waste not to use it.
Your hair was already down from its ponytail, just off your collarbone. You stripped yourself of your clothing, turning off the faucet before stepping into the water. It was warm. Then, you sat in it with your back against the bathtub.
It was quiet and warm. You looked at the water, swaying gently from your prior movements. Then you remembered something, of why you even did this habit of yours.
It reminded you of your mother. She’d sing, you think, while washing your back. Sometimes even making a few prayers to Janna. Keep her safe, happy, and fulfilled.
….You frowned at that thought, your eyes distance. You still kept this routine all those years ago. It was bittersweet. The ache in your heart made you push your legs against your chest, curling up some small child.
You sighed. You weren’t sure if Janna had listened. Safe? In Zuan that sounds like a dream. Happy? … Well, you weren’t sure if Jinx would even want to come back. Fulfilled? That was a no without her.
“Thought I might find you here.” A voice came out behind your bathroom door. A voice you thought would leave your ears forever. Jinx. Hopefully still your girlfriend.
“.. Hey.” You replied awkwardly, a bit nervous at what Jinx could want. Would she still stay? You hoped she did. You would pray internally but the reminder of your mom’s praying stopped you.
“.. Pissing?” Jinx asked bored. You can imagine she’s falsely blaming herself yet again. You hated that. “Bathing.” You replied quietly, pulling your legs a bit closer to your chest.
“Well aren’t I lucky?” Jinx said so cockily, you could hear her smirk reap through it. You smiled a little, rolling your eyes at her joke. There was silence after between you both. It just dawned on you that you’ve never bathed together before. This routine was only ever a you thing. Though, after the fight.. You doubted she even wanted to still.
“...Can I come in, pretty girl? Pretty rude to- yah know.. keep me waiting..” Jinx probed nervously, using a nickname to bait you. You thought about it for a moment. Your heart was beating yes but your head said no.
“.. Wouldn’t your braids get wet?” “So?” “So, that means I’d have to dry them.” “…No it doesn’t.” You sighed, your eyes narrowed at the water that engulfed you. “… You can come in.” Not a second after and the lock on your door was unlocked.
The door opened but you didn’t look. You kept your gaze at the water in front of you. Jinx chuckled. “You're acting like I haven't seen you naked before.” Jinx sneered, making you realize how tightly your legs were pressed up to your chest. ".. Bad habit." You mumbled under your breath, still not moving your legs.
If you could see yourself, you can imagine you look like a kicked puppy. It was pathetic. You never let yourself out on someone else. No, now it’s different. You let it out on Jinx. How could you-
“You’re thinking too much again, sweetness.” Jinx said in a softer tone. That made you look up at her. She looked worried. Another look you hated to be the cause of. You weren't sure why Jinx was being nice after you yelled at her. It should've been the opposite.
".. Another bad habit." You shrugged off, staring back at the water. Another pause between you. The elephant in the room was too big not to address. Like an annoying fly buzzing in your ears. You weren't sure why neither of you were talking about it. Was it better that way?
You heard a rustle of clothing taken off and falling to the floor. Besides that, it was quiet. The serenity of the water kept its beauty of being still.
Unexpectedly, you saw a pair of pale legs tiptoeing in the water. You looked up, meeting Jinx's glance as she sat down across from you. "Well, that seemed to have gotten your attention." Jinx smirked, prideful of herself. Her braids weighed down in the water from the pieces of metals that secured it.
You didn't answer again out of guilt. You looked away towards your legs tightly against you. Then, the water swished with Jinx now right in front of you. You tensed up a little at the action before relaxing. You looked at Jinx again. She was nervous. Maybe even more than you were.
".. (Name)-" "I’m.." You cut each other off, staring at each other with what the other would say. You opened your lips again. ".. I'm sorry, Jinx. For earlier, for why I act like this." You began, your fingers poking and prodding with one another. You looked away from her, anything that wasn't her.
".. I'm not good with, well, people. That's obvious in itself but not an excuse.." You paused, trying to find the right words. You started up again, your voice quieter. ".. I don't have much of anyone else.. You know that. They're gone. They left… I just don't need you to-” “Be next.” Jinx finished off for you, both your eyes connecting again. A relieved sigh escaped her lips. She seemed to have been feeling the same thing too.
Because if there was one thing about the both of you, you knew what it's like to have people leave. It was the loneliest feeling in the world. ".. Right." You acknowledged with a nod, letting loose of your arms wrapped around your legs. "So.. Talk about it then." Jinx whispered, using the same words you'd tell her when she'd have a breakdown. A bit ironic.
“Using my own words against me?” You asked with a small smile, finding the humor in it. Jinx proudly smiled back. “Well, maybe you should listen to yourself sometimes, sweets. Works well with me.” She joked before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. Her lips were soft, a bit dry from her lipstick.
It wasn’t going to be easy to tell. That much Jinx and you knew. Jinx gently took your hand from the other, giving it a small squeeze like you’d do for her. She pulled back, just enough to still keep close to your face. You looked away and didn't talk for the first few minutes, trying to find the right words.
Jinx didn’t rush you. She’d wait because it’s you. After what seemed like a long time, you opened your mouth. “.. To put it simply.. I act like this because I don’t want to lose you.. Maybe, probably- I try to act like some sort of guardian to protect you from losing you.” You looked back, finding no judgment on Jinx’s face. Only understanding.
Her other hand came to your cheek. It was wet from the water but none of you seemed to care. “.. You’re too pretty to worry about stuff like that.” Jinx whispered to you, her lips finding your cheek. You smiled. “I could say the same about you.” You replied back, kissing her cheek.
Jinx smiled. Both her hands strayed away from your hand and cheek. They wrapped gently on your arms, dragging them apart to have your chest breath. You were quiet, looking at her for her response. After taking your arms away, she moved your legs down. She smirked at the sight of seeing your bare chest.
"My favorite pair of knockers. Especially when they're dripping wet for me. Literally." Jinx spoke about your chest, making you smile. Of course Jinx would make jokes to ease the air. "Well, that's how you like them, don't you?" You replied back snarkily, placing your hand on hers to play with her fingers.
Jinx chuckled, smiling back. Her other hand dived back under the water as she leaned closer, her eyes not straying from yours. Her hand landed on an unknown tense area in your lower back. You quietly gasped, not even realizing you were tense over there.
Jinx leaned in even more, her lips grazing yours as she took in the view of you. “.. Promise me you’ll let loose like this more often, (Name). If.. If not with anyone else, with me.. Don’t know what I’d do without ya around.” Jinx mumbled against your lips, her eyes locked on yours.
You smiled. “I promise.”
You both closed your eyes, both your lips finding comfort in one another. You hummed, feeling Jinx wrap her arms around you protectively. You let your arms loose. However, only when the kiss ended, that’s when you raised your hand up to her cheek.
You opened your eyes. And for once? They looked relaxed.
note: hello peeps and squeeks i hope you liked it! it's been pretty much over a year since i've written last.. so i hope it's at least somewhat good? writing jinx season 1 is kinda hard compared to season 2 since she's much calmer is that makes sense?? season 1 shes more unpredictable. still has it just different in s2. took me FOREVER but i think i have a grip on it now (thankfully) anyway, that's MY rant have good day! peace and love :p
character(s): young ambessa, ambessas father (mentions) word count: 1,754
⋆˙⟡ She trains a lot- of course she does, even back then. She's worked her body off, shaping and molding it into sculpture. A sculpture that makes ancient greeks gawk at as if she's one of their timeless gods. It's a fine representation of the hard work and discipline her father has engraved into her very bones.
⋆˙⟡ But, only to an extent.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa back then didn't habor the scars of war. No. As much as her body was shaped and molded, the clay that defined her was still very much soft. Still very much movable.
⋆˙⟡ She had a soft heart. Still does. But back then, things were different.
⋆˙⟡ She was like a bird. If that bird was practically machine made. She flies with maintained control. Control is all she's ever known. A bird that never knew the thrill of flying too high or going too low. Too risky and childish to play in that game.
⋆˙⟡ That was until she met you.
⋆˙⟡ You were much different than her. You liked the thrill. Hell, you lived for it. No balance, no control. In some ways you were like a child. But, in other ways you defied expectation. Expectation Ambessa was always made sure to follow.
⋆˙⟡ At first, Ambessa thought less of you. An example of those who stayed out of line and acted out as a result. She didn't engage much with you. Why should she if all you cause is conflict? The very same thing she's been built to be against.
⋆˙⟡ But, you kept persisting. It was agitating. Annoying, even.
⋆˙⟡ You asked her a million questions all with curiosity as if you couldn't get enough of her. Your stubbornness.. The way you held on with your teeth was something she could admit is honorable. One of the very rare similarities between you both.
⋆˙⟡ Then.. she saw you in training. The way you carried yourself in a fight was different than she's ever seen. It was almost selfish with that agitating smirk on your lips as if you already won. It was focus, the same determination that Ambessa had.
Ambessa watched you from the sidelines as you fought with your opponent. The way you carried yourself wasn't at all the impression you gave her at all. Words like "childish" and "improper behavior" were erased from her mind. New words, new definitions only filled it.
Your opponent could barely land a hit on you. You were doing most of that. You smirked as if you knew this was the outcome the entire time. The final blow knocked the opponent to the ground. You panted lightly, sweaty as you stopped your smirking momentarily. You grabbed a towel to drape it over you. Only then did you realize a set of eyes were on you.
You smirked again, walking over to her with a small towel over your shoulders. "Didn't realize I was given a prestigious visit from Medarda's heir." You spoke with sarcasm soaked wet with in. Ambessa only rolled her eyes, this time with a small smile on her lips.
"You fought.. well. I'm impressed." Ambessa replied lightly, showing a side you haven't seen much of before. Your eyes lit up as if you found a goldmine. "Just well? Too modest as per usual. You know I can fight better than you." You replied back, the fire only ever growing.
And that was the beginning of this friendship.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa began to quickly realize the similarities between you both only blossomed. It was to the point she wondered herself how she didn't notice previously before reminding herself the stubbornness she made herself use against you. Ironically, another similarity.
⋆˙⟡ You're convinced you'll win against her. Both of you spar practically everyday. Time and time again, you lose. Ambessa couldn't help but tease you about it each time too. But, that determination in your eyes only grows like fire to wood.
⋆˙⟡ Slowly, Ambessa opens up more about herself. She reads on philosophers, history, and politics. Oddly enough, she even paints. She loves to bathe. Perhaps a ritual started with childhood that never died out. Either way, that never stopped you from teasingly asking to bathe together. She immediately puts that down with an obvious blush on her face.
⋆˙⟡ Quickly, feelings emerged. Feelings she hasn't experienced in her life before. Feelings about you.
⋆˙⟡ The way your lips curved like you're up to no good, your eyes softening at her paintings, the stare you lazered into the books you read, the certain roll of your eyes when you get frustrated. She felt compelled to just... look. Especially how you pushed hair behind your ear when you got excited.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa didn't know how to handle herself. She always had herself figured out. But, with you?.. She felt she could release herself, and be free. It was almost frightening. Your eyes, smirk, hair, lips- everything about you was all she could think about.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa started to ignore you. Almost immediately from how intense the emotions have gotten. And obviously, you noticed it. And you pushed on it. Ambessa lied (as much as she hated doing that) of how her work had caught up to her. And you.. took the bait? You understood, only asking for a small sparring session. That she couldn't refuse. Especially as being away from you for so long. (it was 3 days)
⋆˙⟡ It started off as normal. Ambessa fought with strategy while you fought with fluid. And yet you still wondered how she always won.
⋆˙⟡ She was already several steps ahead of you. She knew that. Your body swayed, dodging her attacks. It almost was teasing with how you moved as if she'd never get you. The way your legs always found extra room to move. Though, not enough for Ambessa's face to be in between it.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa kept her cool. This happens. It always does in your sparring matches before she finds a weak point you failed to hide from reckless. A few minutes in and she sees it. She aims to your side, almost immediately. But, you moved quicker.
⋆˙⟡ Before she could move back, you hurl at her to the ground. You pin her down, your legs strapped to her hips. Your eyes locked on hers. So close.. Too close. You smirked but it softened than it was in the fight. You looked downward before kissing her lips. She was shocked, her eyes in awe when you parted lips.
"Did you seriously expect I didn't know?" You asked, looking down at her like a prized trophy. In truth, she was after you finally won. Ambessa didn't respond. She couldn't. Not when you felt the same. You yelped, her arms wrapping around you closer to kiss again. And again. And again.
By the end of it, you both were laughing; pressed against each with sweat from your sparring. It was so odd to see Ambessa selfish of herself. But, you couldn't complain when she was selfish with you. And the fact you had finally won against her.
And that was the start of a relationship.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa liked it. Feeling your hand, your lips against her.. It was heaven. It was as if the ache, yearning for you never happened. She fell in deep and wasn’t going to let go of you. Not when you made everything so much better.
⋆˙⟡ You’d both go out on dates, watching an opera or painting together. You still spar together but it always either ends up with both of you making out or.. other places. It was small things like that were enough for the both of you.
⋆˙⟡ In particular nights, her body was rough. She was strategic, treating it as if it was a battle. You did too, of course, in your own way. One second you'd be under her while the other you're on top of her. You kept her guessing, creating this game of who's on top more.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa especially loved it when you were below her, practically itching to get back above her again. You both loved it. Both of you, each chasing the thrill of each other's pleasure. It was fun. Happier, bliss.
⋆˙⟡ Though, her father wasn’t stupid. He knew without Ambessa even saying a word. You remolded her. Made her into a softer, gentler person. It’s who she is. But, not who she's meant to be.
⋆˙⟡ She's a Medarda through flesh and blood. She is expected to be wedded and carry the bloodline with a male. Sure, she could have mistresses. You could have been one and he'd play a blind eye. But, you were more than just a mistress.
⋆˙⟡ You were distracting Ambessa in ways he loathed. That was not who Ambessa was meant to be. "Her or family?" He asked Ambessa. Ambessa had hoped it didn't have to be this way. Unfortunately, it had to be. He knew it. She knew it. It was only time till you knew it too.
"Are you kidding me?" You asked in disbelief but you knew the answer. You were frustrated and heartbroken all at one. Ambessa didn't even look. She couldn't. It was too much to bear. ".. I apologize it has to-" "Cut the professional bullshit. I never meant much to you, did I? I'm such a fool.. To think a Medarda would like me." You spat back at her, crossing your arms. Your eyes welled up with tears but you didn't let them pour out.
"That's not-" "Save it. The least you could do is look at me." You hissed, your hands now at your sides in fists. Ambessa hesitated before looking at the view of you. You both stared at each other for a moment like you're both on ice. You scoffed, staring daggers into her.
"Yeah- That's it. Take a good look because it's the last you'll ever see of me, I can assure you that. I'll be out of your perfect locs." You said with so much hate, anger, and sarcasm you couldn't tell which emotion you were protruding on her most. She stared. She didn't know what else to do before you shoved her out of your way.
..
And that was the end of your relationship.
⋆˙⟡ Ambessa didn't know what to do of herself afterwards. It was all too much, too complex to think about. At least now she knows she won't be making the same issue.
⋆˙⟡ Perhaps the clay finally dried out, unmovable and unbreakable.
authors note: young ambessa was PLAGUING my mind all day thank god i actually wrote her down literally no one talked about her!! so fricken hot i swear how also it didn't proof read it much and hope the suggestive stuff is alright im too scared to write smut (powder fic soon trust) there might be a part 2 to this as an older ambessa if yall want 🧍♀️
summary: you’re on your period. how does your girlfriend help you during this difficult time?
cw/themes: multi-characters, afab reader, sfw, suggestive (only with kafka’s section) and fluff.
character(s): himeko, kafka, serval, ruan mei word count: 839
Being an experienced woman, Himeko knows exactly how to help you. She’ll give you whatever you need and knows exactly where to get it from. You just have to say it and she’ll give it to you in an instant. She’ll make food for you in the morning, be extra affectionate, and be very supportive in anyway she can. If you be rude or anything to her, she wouldn’t be sad about the fact you’re being disrespectful, she would be sad over the fact of how much pain you’re probably going through. Of course, you’re not going through it alone. She’ll cuddle up against you from behind while rubbing your stomach with occasional asks of if you need anything. If she has your period synced up with hers, she’ll be just as the same as before. But, a little quieter and, slightly needy of your affection. She probably has very bad cramps but, is just so use to them.
You woke up with a headache, groaning as you sat up on your shared bed. Looking to your side, expecting Himeko but, finding empty sheets. You sighed disappointingly before hearing the door creaked open and saw Himeko with a plate of your chocolate waffles with syrup and whip cream on it. She knew you very well. Himeko’s eyes widened before relaxing, her lips curling into a grin. She didn’t expect you to be awake yet. “Ah.. i didn’t expect you to be awake just now. Did I keep you waiting?” She asked, walking over to you and pressing her lips against your cheek before placing your plate of food on your lap. You smiled, “No, I only just woke up.” You looked back at your food and back at her, laughing. “You seems like you know me very well when it comes to my cravings.” Himeko laughed softly with you for a moment before speaking. “Seems like I do.”
Kafka would spoil you so much. She hates seeing you in pain and gives you whatever you want. Treats? You got it. Cuddles? You got it. Advil? Literally. Anything. She wouldn’t even care if you get mad at her from your hormones. She gets it. And, she won’t leave you alone. She’ll cuddle you from behind closely while rubbing your stomach and pressing kisses along your neck. If she gets her period synced with yours, she’ll be very, very clingy and needy of your affection. Especially in the morning while she tries to convince you to stay in with her for the rest of the day. (She may or may not use her Spirit Whispering to help.. But, can you blame her? She just wants you! How bad is that?)
Kafka kissed your lips, wrapping one of her arms around your waist and placing one of her hands on your stomach, massaging it gently. You hummed delightfully against her lips, relaxing under your shared bed sheets as she hovered over you. Kafka smiled at the sight, parting your lips for a moment. You both lightly panted. “You’re just so cute, (Name)..” She said, her eyes drifting down below your waist. “You know..” She began, her hand on your stomach teasingly drifting over your shorts like a spider. “I can think of another reason to ‘soothe’ your cramps~” Right before she was going to continue, you stopped her with an annoyed groan and placed her hand back to your stomach. “And I think this way to soothe my cramps is just fine.” You bit back, pulling her down by the neck and continuing your make out session with a grinning Kafka against your lips. It’s okay. You’ll say yes eventually.
Ruan Mei would know your cycle by heart likely without your knowledge. She would know exactly how to help you. She knows all your treats, cravings, and needs by heart. If you have really bad cramps, she definitely have some sort of medication specifically for you to help soothe them. She wouldn’t mind staying in your shared bed and cuddling you if it helps you. If you’re too embarrassed to ask, she can tell by your expressions anyhow (She has it all memorized at this point). If your both on your period, she’ll be as just as helpful and in need of your affection. Ruan Mei would likely hug you from behind and cuddle with you. She wouldn’t really have heavy cramps, more like light to none most of the time.
Ruan Mei and you were positioned in a spooning position on your shared bed. She began to put her hands on your lower stomach from behind, her breath on your neck as she massaged the soft area. “I heard this is common through lovers to comfort one another on their cycle. Is this correct?” She asked, her hands soothing your cramps as she pressed small kisses against your neck. “Mmh… Yeah, it’s true..” You responded quietly as you relaxed under her touch. It was extremely nice. It’s like she already knew what to do to make you feel better. Wink wink.
authors note: first time i wrote suggestive for anyone! hoped you liked it! ill def be writing more parts. requests r always open and suggestions for writing improvement are always appreciated!
summary: you get flirted with in front of your girlfriend. how does she react?
cw/themes: multi-character, g/n reader, sfw, and fluff.
character(s): himeko, kafka, serval, ruan mei word count: 1,629
Himeko is a mature and older woman. She’s been through things like this many times before and knows how to handle it.
You and Himeko were strolling around Belobog before a random woman comes up to you, her eyes all over you. “Well, aren’t you pretty?” She said, flirtatiously. Himeko stood her ground. She didn’t mind this much and let you take care of the situation. “Ah, sorry, I’m not interested. I have a girlfriend.” You told her honestly, about to walk away from the woman before she stops you again and spoke.
“Really? A girlfriend? I bet she’s not as good as me~” Himeko frowned. It was obvious the woman wasn’t listening. So, Himeko had to take charge. “Please leave us alone. No one’s interested.” She said firmly, taking your hand into hers. The woman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And, just who are you?” Himeko responded rather quickly. “Their girlfriend.”
The woman’s eyes widened before stammering over her words while looking at her. It was obvious the woman didn’t know so she just awkwardly left though the thick tension still lingered. Himeko looked back at you and kissed for lips for a split second before talking. “Ignore her. She’s not important. Now, what was that museum you wanted to show me?”
Himeko would be more affectionate, and aware of her surroundings for the rest of the day. She’s more protective than actually jealous. It’s only if you actually push her buttons, she’ll be jealous.
Kafka is a prideful woman. She loves the fact that others find you just as attractive as she does about you and isn’t afraid to show you off. Though, others don’t seem to care much about that.
You and Kafka were on a mission to detain a stolen flash drive to give back to Sliver Wolf. Kafka and you had to be separated for a short while, having a meeting point incase of something bad happening. While on the mission, you come face to the culprit that stole it. She looked at you flirtatiously, circling around the you in a provocative manner.
“Well, I didn’t expect there to be such a cutie to be part of the stellaron hunters~” She flirted. This was.. unexpected. You paused for a moment, confusion on your face before talking back. “..Where’s the flash drive-” The woman was quick and cut you off. “Now, now, why should we talk about that when I have you all here to myself.” She smirked.
You sighed. “I’m not interested.” This woman seemed the type not to care much of what you had to say. And, you appeared to be right. She continued to smirk and talk seductively. “Oh, come on? You have a girlfriend or something? I don’t see her around..” The woman stepped forward to touch you before out of no where, Kafka grabbed her hand.
“Sorry. Finders, keepers.” Kafka smiled before you both engaged in a fight with the woman, with her being defeated and having no choice but to give back the flash drive. The woman then ran away even with the injuries inflicted onto her.
Kafka turned to you, all smiley. “Well, seemed like someone had a crush on you~ Guess I’m not the only one to have one~” Kafka laughed as your ears grew red from embarrassment of the situation. “Let’s just go..” You muttered before strolling away with a teasing Kafka.
Kafka would tease about the situation to you for the rest of the day. She more proud than jealous. Though, don’t want to share you with others. You’re hers, not anyone else’s.
Serval is an attractive and talented woman. She plays guitar, sings, and can attract anyone to her like a magnet in a mile radius. But, it doesn’t mean she can’t feel jealous.
It’s been a while since you and Serval had a date together from being occupied with work. But, tonight you both would be having one together at a simple restaurant. You both sat down across each other and talked till the waitress came around, her eyes immediately on to you.
“Hey welcome to Belogo’s Special, how may I take your order, sweetheart?” Serval raised an eyebrow to that name but dismissed it as you took your order. Serval couldn’t help but notice how the waiter took your order. She looked at your lips rather than your eyes, smirking just slightly. Or was it just Serval being overthinking the situation again?
The waitress then took Serval’s order, not doing anything to what she had does done with you. The waiter actually seemed annoyed before leaving. You exchanged a look with Serval, looking confused. You were confused if what you witnessed with the waitress was in your head and not and it obviously wasn’t.
Serval was quite displeased with the situation, eyeing the waitress till she left and looked over to you. “.. Seems like that waitress liked you a lot.” Serval spoke, her eyes onto yours. She knew it wasn’t your fault but for someone to flirt with you when it was clearly a date with how you both looked at each other. You looked at her. Her face was calm yet had rage built up.
You came to the conclusion it wasn’t in your head and Serval was definitely.. jealous. Something quite unexpected from her out of all people. Everyone practically loves her. “Serval..” You spoke up, “Don’t worry about what that waitress was thinking.” You then held her hand under the table across each other. “I only have for you.”
Serval paused at your words. She knew you were right. But, hated whenever people wanted something Serval only had. She sighed and looked at you in the eyes. “I know, (Name).. But, that behavior was inappropriate towards you.” You agreed and managed to kiss Serval on the lips for a few seconds to cheer her up. It worked and she began to brightly talk about a song she was making.
She, of course, changed waitresses and was a bit possessive towards you for the rest of the night. It was just to show she cared about you, of course. A whole lot and couldn’t imagine anyone else having you to themselves.
Ruan Mei is the type of woman to experiment with her jealousy. How far could it go? How does she react exactly? Her want to learn more about human life would help her in this.
Ruan Mei was in a meeting with Herta and you both planned to meet afterwards to go to her lab for some experiments she wanted help with. While you were going to her a few minutes before the meeting ends, you got stopped by one of the researchers. Her eyes were all over you as if she was admiring a painting in its glory.
“My, my, looks like your lost around here again~” She smirked. You obviously weren’t lost. She tried doing these like this before but you always shut her down. But, it never seemed to work. “No, I’m not-” She cut you off. “Oh, come on! Don’t play hard to get~” She whispered to your ear flirtatiously. You sighed. This was going to take a while for her get away from you.
By now, it had been a few minutes since Ruan Mei’s meeting ended. Her eyes flickered in curiosity as to why you’re 2:38 minutes late than to what you usually are to whenever you meet up with her. She then walked over to where she had an idea of where you might’ve been and she found you with a flirtatious researcher from a distance away.
Her eyes furrowed down at the researcher. Ruan Mei felt a familiar feeling to hatred towards the woman. But, this hate was without reason.. Was it jealousy? Was this what jealousy.. felt? She felt the urge to walk over to the two of you and did just that.
The researcher immediately noticed Ruan Mei and stuttered in front of the genus society member. “Ah.. Ruan Mei.. What a p-pleasure to meet you!” Ruan Mei looked calm as she always did. Yet in her heart, she had a perplexed amount of emotions towards the woman. “Please, no need to be so formal. I just needed to take my partner, (Name).”
The researcher’s eyes widened. “Ah.. (Name) is your partner?..” She asked hesitantly. But, before Ruan Mei could respond, the researcher decided to talk first. “Actually, I forgot I have s-somewhere else to be! Pleasure to meet you!” The researcher then scurried off.
Ruan Mei then turned to you. “I noticed that researcher was making flirtatious remarks towards you while I was coming over to you. Are you alright, (Name)?” Ruan Mei asked, still feeling that bitter feeling of jealousy. You smiled. “Yes, yes, I’m alright, Ruan Mei.” Ruan Mei smiled. “Glad to hear. But, I couldn’t help but feel a bitter feeling arise in me when I saw you with her. Would that be called, jealousy?” Ruan Mei asked bluntly, curious to her hypothesis being correct or not.
Your eyes widened a little before responding. “Ah, yes, I believe that would be ‘jealousy’. But, I never thought of you to be jealous, Ruan Mei.” It felt unusual for Ruan Mei to be feeling.. jealousy out of all things. But, Ruan Mei just smiled. “You can get the most out of the unusual. Perhaps we should experiment about that today? What do you think?” Ruan Mei asked, her curiosity about jealousy practically brimming. Of course, you agreed too and both of you went to her lab to run some tests.
Ruan Mei would keep her eye on you more than she already does, feeling possessive yet want you have your own free will. It’s complex for her yet both of you figure it out in your experiments.
authors’s note: hey guys! ik i said i would post something in a couple of hours last post but i may or may not fell asleep… any, serval’s was a little rushed at the end. sorry! hope yall like it! and requests r always open!! 💕
summary: it’s valentine’s day! how do you spend it with your girlfriend?
cw/themes: multi-character, g/n reader, sfw, fluff, and romantic.
character(s): himeko, kafka, serval, ruan mei word count: 309
Himeko is a simple women. She’ll spend Valentine’s Day with you personally with just the two of you. She’ll give you your favorite flower and treats. You guys would both be huddled up together under some blankets drinking coffee and having cookies bake in the oven while watching a movie. And, she’ll end it off with each other all cuddled up.
Kafka is a very flirtatious and affectionate woman. She’ll practically spoil you on this day; giving you so many of your favorite flowers and treats along with a few stuff bears and written love letters. Even with her status of being a stellaron hunter, she’ll find a way to make a reservation at a high class restaurant. If you ask, she’ll peck your lips and say something along the lines of “Don’t worry your pretty little mind about it” with that sweet tone of hers. She’ll be overly affectionate and loving for the rest of the day.
Serval loves music and would likely compose a song about you and sing it to you personally on her guitar. She keeps it simple with gifts with a few roses and your favorite treats. She’ll take you out to a cafe where a bunch of jazz plays to “make the atmosphere romantic” while tells you nerdily about what music the jazz band is playing while talking to you on.
Ruan Mei would keep it simple and would take results from a few experiment with what you would like and don’t like to make the “perfect gift” for you. she knows how important expressing love to your significant other is and wants to do the same out of her affection. It’s simple yet elegant. She gives you a written love letter, your favorite treats, and roses. She’ll go out to a restaurant with you as custom too.
authors note: hopes you guys liked it! hopefully this isn’t too late bc for my time zone it isn’t. happy valentines day woo woo <3
