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The streets of Piltover had never been kind to her. Not the way they treated the others - the good people, the smart people, the ones who built things with precision and care.
Jinx was none of those things.
She’d torn through Piltover once, a hurricane of chaos, blowing the pieces of a city into the sky. But in the end, she wasn’t really fighting Piltover. She was fighting herself.
And Piltover had won.
That was why she left.
She didn’t even pack much. A few scraps of old explosives, a half-worn jacket that had more holes than fabric, and a fading memory of a promise to herself she couldn’t quite keep.
Don’t come back.
…
By the time Jinx had made it out of Piltover’s suffocating grip, she was a mess - raw, shaking, empty. Zaun hadn’t felt like home anymore, and nowhere did. It was all just noise. Flashbacks. Ghosts.
Jinx had made it to Demacia, but the city didn’t seem nearly as fun as she had expected. She’d been hoping for something chaotic, something explosive - something to stir the boring, shining streets of this uptight kingdom. But all she saw were white stone walls, perfect soldiers marching, and people who acted like joy was an enemy. She hated it. But maybe that’s what she needed.
Demacia, with its rigid rules and its cold, gleaming towers, was nothing like Piltover. No explosive thrills, no hidden back-alleys filled with the scent of smoke and oil. Just order.
Then Lux Crownguard had shown up.
It was an accident, at least on Jinx’s part. She hadn’t meant to crash through the ornate glass window of the Council building while Lux was standing there, discussing some grand strategy with a bunch of stuffy-looking officials.
She had been setting up her usual explosive traps around the city’s fortified districts—just some harmless little pops to get the Demacians to sweat a bit.
But when the explosion went off just a little too close to the building, there was Lux, in all her golden-haired glory, stepping directly into the blast radius.
Jinx, ever the troublemaker, had thought oh this’ll be fun, and before Lux could even process what was happening, the dust cleared, and there she was: standing in front of her.
"Well, hello," Jinx drawled, flicking her blue hair out of her face and planting her hands on her hips, "I didn’t expect you to look so... perfect for a target."
Lux’s eyes went wide as she stepped back. “Who do you think you are, barging in here like this?!” she demanded, her tone sharp with authority.
Jinx raised an eyebrow, flashing a wicked grin. “I’m Jinx. And you’re not supposed to be here, pretty lady.” She pulled out one of her too-big-for-the-room guns and fired a few shots into the air, laughing as the loud blasts echoed through the hall.
The energy between them crackled.
Lux’s eyes blazed. “You’re a criminal!”
“Yup!” Jinx twirled her gun like a toy, spinning it around her finger. “But that’s what makes me fun, right?”
…
The next time they met, it was in a crowded market square, where Jinx had set up a few distractions. Loud music. A barrage of fireworks. Even some shimmering, sparkling dust to confuse everyone’s senses.
And there was Lux again, standing in the middle of the chaos, eyes locked on Jinx.
“Are you seriously trying to start another mess?” Lux shouted over the noise, her eyes glowing with the power she kept under tight control. “You’re only making things worse for everyone!”
“Oh, come on, sunshine,” Jinx shot back, hopping on top of a cart and flashing her usual mischievous grin. “I’m just making life a little more fun. Maybe you should try it sometime. Lighten up!”
They stared each other down for a long moment, the chaos swirling around them like a force of nature.
“I don’t do fun that way,” Lux said firmly. But there was something in her eyes. A flicker of something… else.
“Then maybe you should learn,” Jinx teased, her eyes gleaming. She shot a firecracker into the air, lighting up the sky with a burst of colour.
…
They weren’t supposed to keep meeting, but it happened anyway. Lux had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, chasing a lead that turned out to be a lie, and Jinx had been hiding in the shadows, watching from the corner of her eye.
Lux was everything Jinx hated. Bright, polished, clean. She had a calmness to her, a lightness, that made Jinx feel like a crack in a glass vase.
But when Lux had stepped forward that day, holding out her hand with an unspoken question in her eyes, Jinx hadn’t been able to resist.
"You’ve been watching me," Lux had said softly. "But I don’t think you want to be my enemy."
Jinx’s laugh had come out a little too sharp, a little too bitter. “Why’s that? You think I need a friend?”
Lux’s smile had been warm, patient. “Maybe. Or maybe you just need someone who doesn’t think you’re a monster.”
…
As much as Lux had wanted to chase her down, as much as Jinx was hell-bent on causing just a little more chaos, there was something about their encounters that kept pulling them together.
Jinx would show up in the most unlikely of places — in the streets, hiding in plain sight among the workers and vendors of Demacia. Lux would track her down. They’d argue. Jinx would taunt, and Lux would scold her for being reckless.
It became a game. The kind of game where neither really wanted to lose.
After a while, they started talking more - though Jinx was never entirely open about anything real. She would drop bits and pieces about Piltover, about why she hated Demacia so much, but it was always in snarky comments, or grinning insults.
And Lux, though still deeply loyal to her country, started to notice something. Jinx wasn’t just a monster in the making. She wasn’t just a crazy girl with explosives.
No. Jinx was broken - a raw edge, torn and frayed, constantly on the edge of collapsing under her own weight. And Lux? Lux was the steady hand, the bright light. The one who kept pulling Jinx back, even when she didn’t realize she needed to be pulled.
“You’re impossible,” Lux would say, shaking her head with a sigh after one of their long, wild conversations.
But there was a softness in her tone. One that Jinx didn’t miss.
…
One night, after the streets had quieted and most of the Demacian soldiers had returned to their barracks, Jinx found herself standing by the city’s edge, staring into the dark horizon. There was something about the silence that unsettled her.
Lux appeared behind her, stepping lightly into the space Jinx had made for herself.
“You okay?” Lux asked, her voice softer than Jinx expected.
Jinx didn’t turn. She couldn’t. But her voice, when it came, was quieter than usual. “I never asked for this. You know? I didn’t ask to be... this.” Her words trembled with something too fragile to show. “I didn’t ask to break things.”
Lux stayed silent for a moment, then took a step closer. “No one asked for anything, Jinx. But we still make it through.”
Jinx was still for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice was low. “I don’t know how to be... normal anymore. Or... good.”
“You don’t have to be,” Lux whispered, her hand brushing gently against Jinx’s arm. “You just have to be you.”
Lux had turned to her, her expression serious for once. “Tell me something about you. I mean, really.”
Jinx had scoffed. “Not gonna happen.”
“Please,” Lux had said quietly, “something real. I can’t help you if I don’t understand you.”
Jinx hadn’t wanted to. She’d spent years keeping everything locked up tight. But the look in Lux’s eyes - the understanding, the warmth - made something in her crack.
And so, she told her. About Powder. About the girl she used to be, and the explosion that took her name away. About how the only family she had left was a corpse and a memory.
“I don’t remember when the madness started,” Jinx had whispered. “It just... happened. I don’t know who I am anymore. Just know that every time I look in the mirror, I see her staring back.”
Lux didn’t say anything at first. She just reached out and took her hand. Gentle, like she could see the pieces of Jinx that she couldn’t. Like she didn’t care if they were broken.
Jinx had never had anyone touch her like that before.
“I’m not... normal either, Jinx.” Her voice was soft, quieter than usual, with a kind of vulnerability that Jinx wasn’t used to seeing. “I’m a mage.”
Jinx raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a smirk. “Oh, come on. You’re, like, all sunshine and magic spells. Pretty sure that’s pretty normal for you.”
Lux didn’t smile, though. She met Jinx’s gaze, her eyes carrying a burden Jinx hadn’t noticed before.
“It’s not as simple as it looks, especially in Demacia” Lux murmured. “The magic... it’s always been a part of me. But it hasn’t always been a good part.”
Jinx stayed silent, watching her, though her eyes softened just a bit. She was used to people hiding their pain - she was pretty good at that herself. But Lux was opening up. Letting her walls drop.
“I’ve always had this power,” Lux continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it wasn’t something I could control. For a long time, I was terrified of it. I would do things - horrible things - without meaning to. And I’d hurt people. People I care about.”
Jinx’s eyes narrowed, her instinct to brush it off flaring up. “So what? You’re like a little magic freak? Can’t control it?”
Lux flinched at the word freak, but she didn’t pull back. She shook her head slowly, her expression haunted.
“No. It’s not about control. It’s about being scared of what I am. What this... power makes me.” She rubbed her arms, as if trying to shake off the memories. “For a long time, I thought I was... dangerous. That I was a weapon waiting to hurt someone again. So I kept my distance. Kept pretending it wasn’t really me.”
Jinx felt her chest tighten. She didn’t move, but she couldn’t look away. She had heard those words before - had felt them. The fear of being something other than what everyone expected. The shame of never quite fitting in.
“I don’t really know how to explain it, but…” Lux hesitated. Her gaze dropped to the floor, like the weight of her words was too heavy to hold. “It’s like I’m always one step away from breaking everything. One slip, and I’ll lose control. And the worst part is… I don’t even know if I could stop myself.”
Lux’s voice trembled just slightly. "And what if I hurt someone again? What if I’m the one to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to protect?”
Jinx’s heart skipped. Her breath caught. She didn’t speak for a moment, as the storm of memories - of her own explosions - flashed in her mind. The feeling of power slipping out of control. The aftermath. The damage.
She understood that fear. She understood it better than she ever wanted to.
“Lux…” Jinx’s voice was barely above a whisper. She wasn’t used to comforting people. She wasn’t sure how to even do it. But something inside her softened, a thread of empathy twisting around her heart.
“You’re not the only one who’s scared of... being something you can’t control.” Jinx’s words caught, but she forced herself to continue. “I get it. I… I can’t stop myself, either. All I ever do is break things.”
Lux’s gaze flickered up to meet hers, her eyes wide.
“I get it,” Jinx repeated, her voice quieter now. “You think you’re gonna hurt someone, that you’re gonna lose it. But sometimes, you can’t just pretend the chaos isn’t there. Sometimes, it’s not about stopping it - it’s about living with it.”
Lux’s lips parted, her gaze softening. “You think that makes it easier?”
Jinx let out a bitter laugh. “No. But maybe... it’s the only way forward. I’ve tried to run from this stuff, tried to pretend like I’m just this mad thing. But it never really goes away, does it?”
Lux was silent for a moment, taking in her words. And then, something strange happened. Lux leaned forward, just slightly, like she was testing the weight of the moment. There was something almost... fragile in her eyes.
“You really get it, don’t you?” she asked, her voice soft.
Jinx nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving Lux’s. “I get it more than you think. We’re both... a little broken. But I think... I think we’re both better for it. Maybe.”
Lux stepped closer, her eyes locking with Jinx’s in the quiet night. Jinx’s breath hitched.
“Thanks,” she muttered, looking away quickly, but not fast enough to hide the small crack of something vulnerable in her eyes.
Lux smiled, stepping forward until they were inches apart. “For what?”
“For not running away.”
And then, unexpectedly, it happened. Lux reached out, gently cupping Jinx’s face, pulling her in. The kiss was slow, tender - a spark igniting between them that neither had expected.
It was a quiet moment, but to Jinx, it felt like the world had shifted.
They kept their bond a secret. Not because they were ashamed, but because the world would never understand. Lux was a noble, and Jinx was a walking catastrophe. They couldn’t have their worlds collide, not yet. But the feelings were real. And they were stronger than anything Jinx had ever known.
Lux had her duty, and Jinx had her chaos. But when they were together, there was just peace. Something neither of them could quite explain.
It was strange.
For so long, chaos had been the only thing that kept Jinx feeling alive. The explosions, the chase, the rush of making the world twist and break around her - it was her element. It was what she knew. What she needed.
But now, when she thought about it, chaos didn’t feel the same.
She didn’t crave the thrill of destruction anymore. Not like she used to. Not the way she had once thrived on it.
Instead, she found herself waking up early, the quiet city streets stretching out before her, and all she could think about was Lux.
Lux had become her chaos.
She didn’t need to burn Demacia to the ground when Lux was standing beside her. When Lux’s laughter filled the air, soft and melodic, the way her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, or when she smiled at Jinx in that way that made her heart feel both weightless and impossibly heavy at the same time.
Lux was the kind of chaos that didn’t destroy. She was the kind that built - something wild and untamed, but with a warmth that made everything feel possible. Every conversation they had, every touch, every unspoken glance sent Jinx’s world into a tailspin.
And it felt... right. It was the kind of chaos she never wanted to leave behind. The kind that didn’t break her. The kind that pulled her into something real.
Jinx smiled to herself one night, the dim light of the stars reflecting in her wide, gleaming eyes.
For the first time in a long while, Jinx didn’t need to create a mess. She didn’t need the world to burn. Because Lux was everything she needed. And maybe, just maybe, that was more chaos than Jinx had ever wanted.
Lux was the storm that didn’t wreck her.
She was the one thing that made Jinx feel... whole.