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The band was in chaos again. For the hundredth time, Jinx and Lux were fighting during practice. The song they had been working on was coming together, but the one thing that kept them at odds was the vocals. Jinx thought her raspy, raw voice would add the perfect edge to the track, while Lux argued that her sultry, controlled voice would give it depth and smoothness. Back and forth they went, each defending their point louder than the last.
“I’m telling you, my voice fits this track better!” Jinx growled, gripping her guitar like a weapon. “It’s gritty, it's real. The chorus needs a punch, not a lullaby.”
“Lullaby?” Lux scoffed, arms crossed over her chest, bass slung over her shoulder like a battleaxe. “Excuse me for not sounding like a dying chainsaw. My voice adds soul—depth.”
Ekko and Ezreal, who had been mindlessly tapping away on their instruments, exchanged glances. It was always like this. Jinx and Lux were both incredibly talented, but their stubbornness made every decision a battleground.
“Girls—uh,” Ezreal tried, weakly, “maybe we can—”
“No!” they both snapped.
The two finally shouted at each other one last time and stormed out of the studio, leaving Ekko and Ezreal alone in the dimly lit practice space.
Ezreal sighed. "I swear, if I have to watch them argue one more time... How are we supposed to get any real practice in?"
Ekko scratched his head, leaning back in his chair. "Right? It's like watching a circus sometimes. I get it, they're passionate, but come on. They need to figure this out."
Ezreal chuckled. "Maybe they should just kiss and get it over with. It’s obvious they're into each other.”
Ekko shot him a look. "That's... I don't think that's the problem, Ez."
The two laughed for a moment, but then Ekko grew more serious. "Honestly though, they’re both so good. They just need to realize how much they bring to the table. Maybe if they could just see that, they'd stop tearing each other apart."
Ezreal nodded, silently agreeing. "I hope they figure it out soon, or we’re gonna be stuck in this endless loop forever."
The next morning, Lux woke up with a groggy start. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinking against the sunlight streaming through her window. Something felt... off. She stood up and stumbled forward, reaching out for the bathroom door. But instead of walking into the familiar space, Lux slammed into a wall.
"Ow..." Lux muttered, rubbing her forehead in confusion. She looked around. This wasn't her apartment. Her heart skipped a beat. Where was she? Panic began to rise as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. But then, she saw the familiar mess of items scattered around the room, and she recognized the posters on the wall. It was Jinx's apartment. How did I get here?
Her mind was a blur. The last thing she remembered was arguing with Jinx, their voices raised in the studio. Then... nothing. She tried to recall the rest of the day, but there was a blank space in her memory.
Lux shook her head. This was insane. She could process it later, but right now, she had an urgent need to pee. She hurried toward the bathroom, barely paying attention to her surroundings. As she washed her hands afterward, she noticed something strange—the blue and pink nail polish on her fingers.
Wait... when did I paint my nails? Lux thought, perplexed.
Then, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her stomach dropped. The face staring back at her wasn't hers. It was Jinx's.
"No... no, no, no," Lux whispered, her voice sounding... wrong. She touched her face in a panic, but everything felt unfamiliar. Her reflection, still with Jinx’s wild eyes and chaotic energy, mirrored her every movement. And then she screamed. Jinx’s reflection screamed back. But the scream that came from her mouth wasn’t hers—it was Jinx's raspy, distorted voice.
What the hell is going on? Lux thought, panic surging through her. She slapped her face, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. But when she opened her eyes again, she was still staring at Jinx's body.
Desperate, Lux ran out of the bathroom and called out for Jinx, but the apartment was silent. No sign of her anywhere.
In a frantic attempt to make sense of things, Lux stumbled toward Jinx’s bedroom and found the siren’s phone on the bedside table. Without thinking, she picked it up. The screen lit up, and the phone unlocked with a familiar face—her face, or rather, Jinx’s face.
"What the hell?" Lux muttered, her head spinning. If this was her body, then... where was Jinx?
After a moment of panic, Lux realized she needed to get back to her apartment. She couldn't process everything right now, but she had to find Jinx and figure out how to fix this. Jinx’s impossibly long hair proved to be a hassle, “How the fuck Jinx managed this much hair every single day?” In the end, she settled with just messy buns for now and moved on to other things.
She quickly raided Jinx’s closet, opting for the most basic black outfit she could find—a crop top and pants with minimal rips. It was definitely not her usual style, but she didn’t have time to worry about it.
“Ugh. Fashion of the apocalypse,” she muttered. She paused, glancing down at her body, specifically the tattoo she always admired. Her eyes trailed over the blue cloud from her arms down to the toned stomach the crop top exposed. “...Huh. Abs.”
Then she slapped herself again. “No! Bad Lux.”
Lux hurriedly pulled on Jinx's boots and bomber jacket and rushed out the door. She nearly ran all the way to her apartment, knocking loudly on the door as she shouted, "Jinx?! Jinx, open the door!"
She could hear movement inside. Then, a panicked scream. The door swung open to reveal herself—her own body standing there, wide-eyed and looking just as terrified.
"Blondie?" The voice that came from her body was hers, but it wasn’t her. It was Jinx, and the shock in her voice mirrored Lux’s own panic.
Both Lux and Jinx just stared at each other, utterly confused and scared out of their minds.
Lux (in Jinx’s body) threw her hands up. “You’re me!”
Jinx (in Lux’s body) pointed accusingly. “You’re me!!”
In perfect unison, they shouted: “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
And for the first time in band history, Jinx and Lux weren’t yelling at each other—they were yelling with each other.
Kind of.
The chaos didn’t stop at the screaming. No, that was only the beginning.
Lux (in Jinx’s body) slammed the apartment door shut behind her, hyperventilating in Jinx’s voice, pacing back and forth on her own carpet. “This is bad—this is so bad.”
Meanwhile, Jinx (in Lux’s body) made a beeline straight for the kitchen, muttering, “Okay, no, nope, I need something—anything—to drink right now.”
Lux paused mid-panic spiral, eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”
Jinx, already elbow-deep in cupboards, opened one of Lux’s carefully organized cabinets. “Looking for your hidden vodka stash.”
“It’s not even noon!”
Jinx snapped back, hands rummaging through a drawer full of mugs. “What else am I supposed to do, Lux? This—this doesn’t make any sense! How did this even happen?” She flung a bottle of water onto the counter and turned around to face her, looking like she might actually snap.
Lux groaned, rubbing her face. “We’re in the wrong bodies, Jinx! Alcohol is not the answer!”
“Well, I don’t see you pulling a magic spell out of your sparkly ass either!” Jinx snapped, slamming a cabinet door.
Silence followed.
Lux sighed, nodding. “I think we need to take a breather.” She sank onto the couch, feeling totally drained. “Maybe we should just sit here and think. Let's go over yesterday—really think. Did anything unusual happen after the practice? I mean, we argued, but—”
Jinx slumped onto the couch next to her, still in her—Lux’s—body. They sat there for a few long seconds, eyes wide as they tried to piece it all together.
“Okay, so... nothing weird. Just the usual fight about the song,” Jinx muttered. “Then we just... went our separate ways. I went straight home after that. Didn’t even stop for snacks.”
“Same.” Lux paused. “So… nothing out of the ordinary.”
They shared a look. One that was both eerily familiar and unsettling—watching yourself stare back is not a fun experience.
“Do we… tell the boys?” Jinx asked after a beat.
Lux cringed. “No. God no. Ezreal’s gonna think we’re high and Ekko’s gonna lecture us about experimental sound frequencies again.”
“True.” Jinx snorted. “So what do we do about practice? That’s today, right?”
Lux froze for a second. “Oh god. We already booked studio time today.” She buried her face in her hands. “Fuck, this is a nightmare.”
Jinx nodded, agreeing with Lux but then slouched further into the couch. “How do we survive band practice today? How are we supposed to act normal like this?” she gestured vaguely between their switched bodies.
Lux shot her a pointed look. “That’s exactly what we’re going to have to do. Just act normal. Do what we usually do, and we’ll figure this out later.”
Jinx’s face twisted with suspicion. “Act normal means pretend to be each other? You know, that’s gonna be harder than it sounds.”
“I know,” Lux agreed, rubbing her temples again. “But we don’t have a choice right now. We have to do it. Together.”
“…Great. Time to play the perfect golden girl.” Jinx rolled her eyes, then gestured to her own body—Lux’s. “This is so weird. Watching myself talk but knowing it’s you in there.”
Lux shrugged. “Honestly? You’re right.”
Jinx looked up. “Wait—did you just say I’m right?”
Lux stood, heading for the kitchen. “Don’t get used to it. But yeah. This is a drink situation.”
Jinx grinned. “Fucking finally blondie.”
And for the first time maybe ever, the two girls sat down together and drank without a single argument between them.
By midday, Lux but really in Jinx’s body, was sautéing onions in her own kitchen, still getting used to the lean strength in Jinx’s arms. She stirred the pan while Jinx, in Lux’s real body, perched on the counter, watching her body move like it belonged to someone else.
“You can cook?” Jinx asked, genuinely impressed.
Lux looked up. “Yeah. I like it. It’s calming. Better than screaming over microphones.”
Jinx snorted. “Weird as hell watching my face make pasta. I’ve literally never cooked anything that didn’t come in a packet.”
Lux set the plate of pasta down in front of Jinx, who eagerly took a bite. Her eyes widened with delight.
“Fuck, Blondie. This is good.”
Lux smirked. “Well technically, you’re the blondie now.”
They both paused, blinking at each other.
“…This is the weirdest day of my life,” Jinx said.
“Right?” Lux laughed.
They continued their impromptu body-swapping charade, preparing for band practice like nothing had changed—except everything had.
As they got ready to leave, Jinx glanced at her wardrobe looking visibly disgusted. “Why is everything so… shiny?”
Lux raised an eyebrow. “It’s called fashion, Jinx. People wear color sometimes.”
Lux flipped through the options, then picked out something that looked like something Lux would wear—looser, more comfortable, and less ‘Jinx-y.’ “Here. You’ll survive.”
Jinx grumbled but threw on the clothes. “Fine. I guess white won’t kill me...”
Jinx looked up at her. “Wait, what about nails and makeup? You can’t expect me to not do something with this face.”
Lux bit her lip. “Fine. But don’t go overboard. We need to act normal. Don’t want the guys getting suspicious.”
Jinx’s grin spread across Lux’s face as she grabbed nail polish and makeup. Her movements were fluid as she worked her ‘new’ face, doing a bolder, edgier makeup look than Lux usually went for, while Lux did the nails—just simple black polish.
“There. You’re good,” Lux said.
Jinx grinned. “Damn, I look good.”
Lux smiled despite herself. “Yeah, well... you did a good job. Now will you please do my hair?”
As they headed to the studio, the mood was light, tense energy replaced with something almost like… camaraderie. “Okay,” Lux said, but it was Jinx’s voice that came out of her mouth, as they walked. “We act normal. We do what we’d do.”
Jinx nodded solemnly. “Got it.”
Then, out of nowhere, Lux slapped her lightly on the ass.
Jinx jumped a foot in the air. “What the fuck, weirdo?!”
Lux just grinned. “I have to act like you. That felt like something you would do.”
“Hell no! I do not slap your ass like that!”
“Oh please,” Lux smirked. “Like I haven’t seen you ogling my ass when you thought I wasn’t looking.”
“I—what?! I was not—I don’t—!”
Lux winked. “Don’t even try to hide it. I know my ass is good. I can admit that.”
Jinx, in Lux’s body, turned a deep shade of red and covered her face. “This is illegal. I’m filing a complaint with the universe.”
Lux just laughed, tossing her arm around Jinx’s shoulders. “Come on, blondie. Time to go pretend we haven’t body-swapped and try not to ruin the band.”
And for once, they walked side by side—no bickering, no arguing. Just two girls stuck in each other’s skin, figuring it out.
Together.
The journey to the studio was nothing short of a comedy sketch.
“Slow down, will you?” Lux huffed, practically jogging to keep up with herself. Or rather, with Jinx—who was strolling confidently in Lux’s taller, long-legged body like she owned the entire sidewalk.
Jinx threw her a smug look over Lux’s shoulder. “Not my fault you’ve got sexy long gazelle legs, Crownguard. I’m just working with what you gave me.”
Lux groaned, adjusting the strap of Jinx’s oversized hoodie as she caught up. “Thanks for the compliment, but you do realize how hard it is to navigate this city when you’re fun-sized?”
Without hesitation, Jinx reached out and grabbed Lux’s hand—her own, small one now—interlacing their fingers as she slowed her pace. “Fine, fine. Come along, tiny. Being tall is wild, though. You can see everything up here. It’s like a whole new world.”
Lux looked up at her own face and sighed. “Try being short. All I see are sweaty armpits and people’s backpacks.”
Jinx snorted. “Okay, yeah, gross, I know. I’ll walk slower.”
They continued walking together, with Lux dragging her feet a bit to keep pace, but the light mood was infectious. They were moving through the chaos of the city like a strange, mismatched duo—one too tall, the other too small.
They reached the studio entrance just as a taxi honked and sped past. Inside, Ezreal and Ekko were already lounging on the worn leather couch, mid-conversation—until the door opened and their bandmates walked in. Holding hands.
Both boys froze, mouths agape.
The girls didn’t even realize they were still holding hands as they walked past them. It was so natural, so... unsettling.
“...Are they holding hands?” Ezreal whispered.
“Yep,” Ekko muttered. “And not murdering each other. I don’t like it.”
“Hey, slowpokes!” Jinx called out in Lux’s voice, all sunshine and command as she led the way into the studio. “Get in here already. We got a song to smash.”
Ezreal and Ekko exchanged a look but followed without a word. The girls were already unpacking their gear, whispering and chuckling to each other like best friends instead of mortal enemies. Something was definitely off.
Ezreal leaned closer to Ekko. “Are you seeing this too?”
Ekko narrowed his eyes. “It’s so creepy. They’re not arguing. At all.”
Still deep in their whispered discussion, Lux reached for the bass—her usual instrument—and froze. “Wait—shit! This isn’t right.” She quickly swapped the instruments, feeling awkward but adjusting as she handed Jinx the bass.
Jinx, holding Lux’s body’s guitar, giggled. “Oops. My bad.” As she handed the guitar to Lux, their hands brushed, a moment that lingered longer than usual, sending an odd jolt between them. Both girls shared a quiet laugh, the air filled with the strange feeling of playing in the wrong body, yet somehow... right.
Ezreal’s jaw dropped. Ekko blinked slowly.
“…They’re giggling.” Ezreal hissed. “This is the end. This is how the world ends.”
Somehow, they managed to push through the weirdness. Lux and Jinx adjusted to their swapped instruments easily enough—both of them were proficient at guitar and bass, and after a few awkward chord changes, they found their rhythm.
For the first time in forever, band practice was actually going smoothly.
After a solid set, they called for a 15-minute break. Ezreal and Ekko sagged against the couch, prepping themselves mentally for the next part—the argument about who would sing the new song.n Yesterday’s fight over lead vocals had nearly turned into a full-blown instrument-throwing match.
“So,” Lux said, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Maybe Jinx should try singing it first?”
Jinx blinked. “Yeah. Then you can try it and we can compare.”
No yelling. No sarcasm. No guitar-shaped weapons flying across the room.
Ezreal and Ekko stared at them like they'd grown second heads.
Jinx stepped up and began to sing—using Lux’s voice. She faltered at first, marveling at the unfamiliar, honey-rich tone pouring from her mouth, but quickly found her groove. It was a surreal experience. She’d never heard her own voice in this way before—it was strange, but it sounded... good.
Then Lux sang using Jinx’s voice, and it was surreal—gritty, raw, a little chaotic, but still warm and undeniably magnetic. It felt like a totally different person was singing, but there was something powerful in it. Jinx’s voice had this raw energy Lux had never fully appreciated before.
Ezreal braced himself for the fight.
Instead, Lux tilted her head thoughtfully. “You know… maybe we both suit the song in different ways. Want to try a duet?”
Jinx shrugged, grinning. “Let’s give it a go.”
And just like that, the two of them started working together—delegating lines, harmonizing, laughing when they got something wrong and high-fiving when they got it right. Jinx and Lux practiced the duet, their voices blending together effortlessly. They found a rhythm that worked and created something entirely new from the song. Their chemistry was undeniable. It wasn’t just a song anymore—it was their song.
The boys just stared.
“You seeing this?” Ezreal whispered.
Ekko nodded slowly. “Jinx hasn’t yelled once. And look at Lux, she’s slouching. She never slouch???”
“Yeah, and Jinx—she’s crossing her legs. Like, politely.”
The girls continued giggling, calling each other by new pet names. Lux, in Jinx’s body, had been saying “Bluey” all afternoon.
And Jinx hadn’t Jinx Blondie or her other many creative nicknames once.
Something was happening. Something deeply wrong.
But before either boy could say anything, Lux clapped her hands together and grinned. “Alright! Let’s run the duet with full instruments.”
They played. They sang. They nailed it.
No fighting. No chaos. Just two voices weaving through each other in a way that made the song bloom into something completely new—something better than either version alone.
The day ended with tired arms and sore throats, but smiles all around. As they packed up, Ezreal made one last attempt. “Hey. Wanna go grab a drink or something?”
Lux and Jinx looked at each other, still caught in each other’s bodies. They shared a quiet, knowing smile.
“Nah,” they said together. “We’re good.”
Ezreal and Ekko watched them walk off into the city, still shoulder to shoulder, still whispering and laughing like a pair of best friends—or something more.
“…I don’t know what’s going on,” Ezreal said, watching their backs. “But I’m scared.”
Ekko nodded solemnly. “Same.”
The girls disappeared around the corner. Still hand in hand.
Jinx’s apartment was only a few blocks from the studio, so that’s where they ended up, their hands brushing the doorknob in tandem before finally stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind them—and they both let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief.
“We did it,” Jinx said, flopping against the wall in Lux’s taller, elegant frame, cheeks flushed and grin wide. “We actually pulled it off. No one suspected a damn thing.”
Lux, in Jinx’s smaller, wiry body, grinned back and high-fived her. “I know. That was… weirdly smooth? Are we always this convincing when we don’t hate each other?”
Jinx chuckled and made a beeline for the fridge. “Guess so. Beer?”
Lux dropped herself dramatically onto the couch, limbs a bit too loose and lanky for her usual poise. “God, yes.”
Jinx tossed her a cold one and flopped down next to her. For a while, the only sound was the quiet clink of bottles and the hum of city life outside the window.
But then Lux spoke. “We still don’t know how we switched bodies. Or how to fix it.”
Jinx groaned and threw her head back. “I have no idea. I’m more concerned about how we don’t remember what even happened.”
“Maybe it was some kind of weird cosmic joke? Or some freak accident?”
“Great. Let’s just blame it on the universe and order some pizza.” Jinx pulled out her phone and began tapping away to place the order.
Lux raised an eyebrow. “Pizza’s going to solve everything?”
“Yeah, that’s how these things work. You’ll see.” Jinx grinned. “Now, let’s eat our feelings.”
Pizza came fast—Jinx knew all the delivery guys by name—and they settled in for dinner with Twilight playing in the background. Neither admitted who picked the movie, but the amount of commentary suggested it was a mutual guilty pleasure.
“Edward’s face looks like he’s holding in a fart,” Jinx added through a mouthful of crust.
“Did she really just say that?” Lux laughed, eyeing the screen in disbelief. “This is almost as bad as that time you tried to give me a ‘rockstar makeover.’”
Jinx smirked. “You looked good, admit it.”
“I looked like I was ready to rob a bank,” Lux teased.
“Pretty sure it was a killer look.”
They both burst into laughter, but the lighthearted banter soon quieted down as they fell into a comfortable lull. The movie continued in the background, flickering between glittery vampires and awkward teen dialogue.
“Hey Jinx…” she said quietly. “Why do you hate me?”
Jinx blinked, her mouth halfway to another sip of beer. She turned to Lux, her face softening. “I don’t. Not really. I mean—if anything, I thought you hated me.”
Lux looked surprised. “What? No—I don’t hate you at all. I’ve always thought you were... cool. And pretty. And really talented. But you always call me names and say my voice puts people to sleep.”
Jinx winced and rubbed the back of her—Lux’s—neck. “Shit, Lux. I didn’t mean it like that. Those names were supposed to be cute. Like, teasing or my way of flirting. I thought you got it.”
Lux gave a small, unsure shrug.
“And the voice thing,” Jinx continued, “I said it was like a lullaby. Because it is. It’s soothing. Soft. Kinda nice to hear after screaming guitar all day, you know?”
“Oh,” Lux said, a light pink dusting her cheeks. “I thought you meant I was boring. But... thank you. That’s really sweet.”
Jinx grinned and elbowed her lightly. “I like your voice. It’s got that, like, Noxian Jazz at midnight vibe.”
Lux laughed. “Well, I like your voice too.”
Jinx grinned. “Really? You said I sounded like a chainsaw.”
“Hey! That was me getting back at you for all the insults,” Lux defended, chuckling. “But in reality, I do like your voice. It’s kind of... sexy. That raspy, low growl you have sometimes? You sound like a walking rock anthem.”
Jinx—still in Lux’s body—turned beet red. “Did you just say my voice is sexy?”
Lux nodded with a playful smirk. “Yeah. What, you didn’t know? You’re like, a full-on rockstar. Tattoos, piercings, voice that makes people feral—”
“Lux!” Jinx covered her face with a pillow. “Okay, wow. Didn’t expect that from you.”
Lux giggled and leaned back. “What can I say? You’re hot.”
Jinx peeked from behind the pillow, cheeks glowing. “Well… you’re kind of a badass, too. Like, you dress all clean-cut and princess-y even though you're literally in a band, but you don’t take shit from anyone. And you’re beautiful.”
Now Lux was blushing.
Silence stretched between them again, soft and shy, as the glow from the TV flickered across their faces. The movie kept playing, but neither of them were really watching.
Then, after what felt like forever, Jinx said softly, “So I guess… we don’t actually hate each other, huh?”
Lux turned, searching her face—her own face—and smiled. “Yeah. I guess not.”
Their eyes held for a heartbeat longer than either intended. They each looked away almost simultaneously, both of them feeling the strange, unspoken shift between them. The TV was still playing, but neither of them was really watching anymore.
Lux gathered her courage and, before she even realized what she was doing, moved closer to Jinx. She placed her hand gently on Jinx’s neck, pulling her in softly, their lips only a breath away from each other.
Jinx gasped, their faces so close now that their breaths mingled. Lux didn’t move, as if silently asking for permission. Jinx’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t hesitate. She closed the gap and kissed Lux.
The kiss was hesitant at first, soft, as if neither of them knew what to expect. It was a little strange at first, not the kiss, but the feeling of kissing your own set of lips using someone else's lips. But as their lips moved together, the hesitation melted away. It deepened, grew more urgent, as if neither could stop themselves now. They kissed like they’d waited too long, like the dam finally broke.
By the time they stumbled into Jinx’s bedroom, clothes were left in a trail behind them. Kisses turned into laughter, laughter into moans, and the night blurred into skin and heat and breathless, whispered truths.
Morning came like a song.
Lux stirred in Jinx’s bed, sunlight casting lazy patterns through the window blinds. She yawned, stretched—and something felt different. She headed to the bathroom, still sleepy, and began her routine. It wasn’t until she looked up from rinsing her face that she saw it.
Her own reflection. Her real self. Her blue eyes, her face, her body. Her jaw dropped. She blinked once, twice, and then glanced down—bite marks. Neck. Naked.
Did I really give myself those bite marks?
“Holy shit.”
She bolted back to the bedroom.
“Jinx!” she hissed, shaking the figure under the blanket. “Wake up!”
Jinx blinked awake, eyes immediately trailing over Lux’s body. She smirked. “Well, good morning to you—wait—WAIT.”
Her hands flew up to her face.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed. “We’re back!”
They screamed, laughed, jumped up and down on the bed—still very, very naked—and then fell into each other’s arms, giggling like lunatics. Then they kissed again. Because of course they did. Because this was the start of something new—something real. No body swaps, no stage fights, no pretending.
Just Jinx and Lux. Finally, in sync and in tune with each other.