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“A creature of habit and tradition.”, you stated firmly.
Today you woke up with a newfound ambition. Your family has served Piltover as enforcers for as long as you can remember. You learned how to shoot a rifle before you learned the quadratic formula. You knew the ins and outs of hand-to-hand combat before you knew the ins and out of the loops needed to tie your shoes. The judicial system was more familiar to you than the corridors of your childhood home. An overachiever. People only ever spoke highly of you and what you were capable of providing for Piltover as an officer. Everyone had high hopes for you and even higher expectations. You made it through all the academy’s brutal training and educational courses. You had finally joined the force. Unfortunately for you, everyone’s expectations landed you in a situation that would completely uproot who you thought you were and plant a seed of who you could be.
Caitlyn called you into her office. You try to stay objective, even more so today, because it’s your first day. But even now, as she belligerently rants about graffiti, bombs, and monkeys, you can tell she’s upset. And it’s serious. Immediately, you straighten out your back, hold your chin up high, and reassure, "Whatever the situation, whoever the criminal, it can and will be handled by me.” Caitlyn stops in the middle of her sentence. Her face resembles a cross between amusement and irritation. “And what makes you so sure?” she questions. Your demeanor does not falter. “Because of who I am.”, you respond, as though this was reason enough for her to trust you. You know that Caitlyn is headstrong, but you were taught to have confidence in your capabilities and who you were raised to be. You have a sneaky suspicion Caitlyn was brought up similarly to you when she lifts one eyebrow in inquisition. “And who are you then y/n?” The ghost of a smile appears on your face. “A creature of habit and tradition.”, you state firmly. This was all the convincing Caitlyn needed.
Jinx. Undercity. Terrorist. Annoyingly long blue hair. Bombs. Stealthy. Peace Proposal. Be careful. Shimmer. These were the only keywords you were able to commit to memory before Caitlyn was shoving every document you needed in your face and personally escorting you out the door. Saying you were thrown into the deep without knowing how to swim would be an understatement. If it were anyone else, panic and doubt would fill their bodies. You, however, turned your anxieties into excitement and volition as you walked across the bridge into Zaun. You tried not to comment on any illegal activity you saw while passing through the city. You were there for one reason and one reason only. But you did make sure to make a mental note of information to provide Caitlyn with later.
It wasn’t hard to find the hideout. You committed the route Caitlyn gave you to memory. As you walked through the crowds of people, you imagined them parting, providing you with a path straight to your destination. The door was left open just enough for a suspecting Enforcer like yourself to notice. It was almost as though Jinx had been expecting you. Waiting for your arrival, even. Walking in, you were immediately hit with the smell of paint, gunpowder, and wet molding wood. The floors let out a creak as you kicked the door closed behind you. You heard a few more gratings below you as you took a couple of steps further into the hideout, an attempt at feigned comfortability. You decide you should just cut to the reason why you’re here. You begin to announce your presence.
“Pleasure to meet you. My name is-” The words are stolen from your mouth as you feel the tip of something cold press against your temple. that checks off the sneaky box You stay still instead of reacting. If this person were as unstable as Caitlyn claimed, sudden movements would not benefit you. “Why did she send you here?” the letters getting caught in her teeth, as though the person in question leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It takes you a while to process what’s happening. You wished Caitlyn had given you more information on who this Jinx person was. Typically, the attributes of somebody wouldn’t cause you much concern or interest you at all. A criminal is a criminal. But it would’ve been helpful to have some type of preparation for the voice this specific criminal possessed.
Her voice made your bones ache. Like it is honey, and your bones are soaking up every thick sugary drop. You begin to settle into the delectable feeling. You allow her tone to make its way through your bloodstream, making you quite lethargic. She shoves her gun harder against you, impatiently prompting you to answer her question. The cold of the metal contrasts with the warmth she made you feel. You respond in hopes of a conversation, not out of fear. Nothing about this situation made you feel afraid. Instead, you felt something bubbling within you. Like sugar was being brought to a boil. Like a potion was brewing, and Jinx was the apothecary. You realize how bizarre you’re thinking, clear your throat and hopefully your mind before continuing your introduction. “My name is ___. Caitlyn sent me to offer you a peace proposal. All of the documents are within my satchel.”
Jinx takes it upon herself to reach her left hand into the bag resting against your left hip while her right hand keeps the gun in place on your temple. Her front presses flush against your back. She grabs the documents and dramatically flaps them in the air to unfold them. Jinx then drapes her arm over your shoulder and leans her head against yours as she mumbles quickly through the fine print. “….graffiti…bombs glitter included…hazardous pranks…distribution and intent to distribute shimmer…” The proximity causes the gears in your head to rust over. Her words blend and all you can recognize are the complicated feelings growing inside your chest. Today was your first day and you’ve already found yourself in an inappropriate position. Not only that, but you were basking in it. You caught yourself wishing that Jinx was unsatisfied with the terms of the proposal. If that were the case, you would have no choice but to return another day with a revised version. Would she touch you the same?
Jinx knocks her head against yours and circles around your body to face you, the gun no longer in sight. The initial feeling is shock. Her eyes. That’s the first thing you notice—a mixture of ruby and magenta. A color you hadn’t known existed before now. A color you want to see for the rest of your days. You feel yourself shrink a bit in place, her demeanor naturally bringing out a submissive side of you. Jinx then announces defiantly, “Yeah, no, not gonna happen, Piltie. You lost me at graffiti.” A little too eagerly, you suggest, “O-oh, well that’s fine, really! I can just bring this back to Council, and they can- well, I’d actually have to give it to Caitlyn first- but then I’m sure she’d-” Jinx pushes the tip of her gun against your lips. Her own way of silencing you. “I’m sure you and I can work something out without the help of TopHat, hm?”
A/N : i hope u guys like this!! i have no idea where im going w this, all ik is its going and im having fun. enjoy the rest of your day besties <3