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And would you go ahead and just cry? 3/3

Jinx × fem!reader | Caitlyn x sister!reader

Summary: Every action has a reaction.

Word Count: 2,9K

Warning: typical canon violence, mention of mental illness, arguments, gunshots, bombs, mourning.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

This contains spoilers for Arcane S2.

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You would laugh at your thoughts if you weren't so nervous. Caitlyn grew up with you and convinced herself that you would give in and remain quiet while she descended on her mournful quest to Zaun?

Crossing to the other side of the bridge was harder this time, since your sister had indeed left the city full of Enforcers more alert than ever. You wrinkled your nose as you slid down the sewer pipe you found along the way, not knowing where it led to the Undercity.

The golden mask did its job of keeping the toxic air from coming into contact with your airways, but it was unsettling to have that on your face. You sighed in relief when you saw the familiar contours of Zaun as you carefully slid down a pipe.

You saw the Grey before you even set foot on the dirty floor of the alley, the green traces of the toxic gas spread everywhere, which was now deserted. Sneaking around, you managed to find them with great difficulty.

The air was sucked from your lungs as you finished climbing the stairs of the abandoned temple, seeing the scene before you: Caitlyn with the rifle pointed firmly forward, in the direction of Jinx, who was lying on the stone table. A little girl tightly clinging to her. Vi straddling them, her gauntlet raised.

Running quickly, you approached the scene, passing by Sevika lying on the ground. Maybe if you had been faster, the bullet wouldn't have hit you the moment you stood in front of your older sister. You heard Jinx shouting something behind you, almost pleading.

Letting out a soft groan, yo u paid little attention to your left shoulder, which was gradually beginning to bleed. Raising your right hand, you grabbed the barrel of the rifle, lowering it. Caitlyn looked at you with slightly wide eyes, breathing heavily.

"What are you...? How did you get here?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"Cait, please." you spoke less firmly than you intended, pain flaring in your shoulder. "Stop it, please."

You could see the pain flaring in her eyes, her gaze flickering between you and the people behind you.

"Get out of the way." she pulled the rifle barrel out of your hand. "Get out!"

"Let's go home, please." you pleaded.

Caitlyn didn't lower the gun, you heard footsteps approaching and soon Vi was at your side, her hands raised.

"Cait, stop it," she pleaded. "There's a child there."

You took the cue and looked back, seeing Jinx with her eyes fixed on you. Her pink irises were looking at you sadly, a few tears had fallen on her pale face. She was holding the little girl, who was clinging to her, tightly. You nodded subtly, hoping she would sense what you meant. She swallowed hard and nodded.

Everything will be okay.

You turned to face forward when you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, making you groan and bring your hand to the wound. Thick blood stained your hand, causing you to breathe heavily. Caitlyn stared at your actions for a moment, before masking her emotions and staring coldly ahead.

She gripped the rifle angrily, her finger on the trigger. You frowned. She was going to shoot again, but it was Vi who was in front of the gun now, not you. You held your breath and closed your eyes as she pulled the trigger.

Silence reigned over the place for a while, only the sound of heavy breathing was present. Opening your eyes, you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the barrel of Caitlyn's rifle crushed by Vi's gauntlets, who were holding the gun down.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stagger to her feet and walk over to one of the walls, feeling around until she found something and activated a mechanism.

"No, no, no! It wasn't supposed to be like this!" you heard Jinx exclaim before Janna's giant mural shattered and a large amount of furious wind began to pour out of it.

You barely had time to register anything else before you were violently pushed by the wind, which was mixed with Grey. You were thrown away from the room, groaning as your injured shoulder hit a rusty pipe, where you held on. You saw Vi doing the same, a few feet below you, with Caitlyn holding her hand tightly.

You fell hard as the wind stopped, your vision going black for a moment as your injured shoulder hit the ground. Vi and Caitlyn's blurred voices were close to you, altered. They were arguing about something.The sound of a thud was heard, followed by a groan and a low cry. You groaned and tried to get up, hearing the footsteps of heavy boots approaching, soon feeling Caitlyn's slender arms around you, pulling you up cautiously.

When Caitlyn wrapped her arms around you and your vision cleared, you saw Violet lying on the floor, her hand on her stomach. She was the one crying. Caitlyn guided you up a flight of stairs, supporting your body with hers. As you climbed, she didn’t look back.

The bullet wound in your left shoulder had been stitched up and was healing. The same couldn’t be said for your relationship with your sister. Caitlyn seemed more and more distant and you were no different. The silence in the mansion was deafening.

Caitlyn seemed like a different person now. Spending more and more time with General Medarda, sleeping with one of the officers who was on her staff. It seemed like self-destruction, from your point of view.

And you... well, siblings are each other's mirror images. You were in a bad way, too. Spending most of your days in your room or in the laboratory in one of the mansion's poorly frequented corridors.

You loved working on your projects, but what little excitement was crushed when you automatically thought of Jinx while working. 'Jinx would think this is cool, Jinx would like to see this, Jinx could help me solve this.'

At least she was okay. The injury to you shoulder had been worth it.

Sighing, you leaned back over your desk, looking at the notes you were making, you had barely started writing again when the heavy door opened. Lifting your head in slight irritation at being interrupted, you frowned even more when you saw Caitlyn standing there, in her uniform.

"I didn't find you in your room, I thought you would be here." she spoke softly, looking a little embarrassed.

"A while ago, a certain commander threatened to arrest me because I didn't wait for permission to enter her room." you said softly, looking back at your notes. She laughed softly and you made a satisfied expression. "What are you looking for me for?"

She crossed the room in soft steps and leaned against the table, crossing her arms in front of her chest, sighing softly. "How's your shoulder?"

"It's... fine? It's healing." you raised an eyebrow. "But you came here to ask that?"

She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, bringing a hand up to rub the crease that had formed on her forehead.

"I need... I need to ask you a favor." she turned to you. "Before you curse at me or fight with me, I need you to hear me."

You looked at her expectantly, your eyes widening and your eyebrows raised again.

"I want you to come with me and Ambessa, to get something and someone," she continued, encouraged by your silence. "We have a suspicion that something we're looking for is in the fissures."

"And what does that have to do with me?" you asked.

"Besides what we're looking for, let's take the opportunity to try to locate Jinx." you opened your mouth to protest and she held up her hands asking for patience. "Let me explain."

"I thought you had already forgotten about that." you closed your expression.

"I asked you to pay attention." she snorted.

"Did you come here to ask me to help you hunt her? Have you lost your mind?" you raised your voice, standing up from your chair.

"We're not going to hunt anyone down, I just want her to pay for her crimes." she walked over to you. "That's the logical thing to do. Are you so blinded by her that you can't think rationally?"

"Don't start that again! I know she should pay for her crimes, but we both know what will happen to her if she goes to jail. The sentence won't be fair, they'll want to punish her for crimes she doesn't even remember committing, Caitlyn." you said, feeling your chest hurt.

"These crimes don't cease to exist because she doesn't remember," she nearly growled. "She killed our mother."

"I know!" you yelled, turning your angry face towards her. "You don't need to remind me of that again."

"And you forgave her," she grumbled, her face twisted in anger.

Sighing, you shook your head. "This isn't going anywhere."

"Not if you don't trust me." she approached with soft steps, placing her hand on his good shoulder. "I don't want to fight anymore, I didn't come here to fight."

"I can't do this to her. She needs help, not to be trapped for the rest of her life." your voice trembled.

“She’ll get help, and she’ll be sentenced to the equivalent of her crimes.” Caitlyn’s voice softened, her tender gaze directed at you. “You’ll be able to see her whenever you want.”

"She'll never forgive me." you replied, staring into her eyes with pain. "You don't understand."

"If we testify on her behalf, she won't be in jail for as long." she reached out to caress the side of your face. "I know how you feel."

You pulled away from her touch and crossed the room, stopping in front of the window. “You have no idea.”

Looking up at the large iron gates inlaid with your family crest, you realized. Caitlyn would never stop. She wouldn’t give up on going after Jinx. The pain in your shoulder returned, making you clench one of your fists.

"No one's going to hurt her, right?" you turned to Caitlyn. "If you promise me no one will touch her, I'll help you."

"I just want her arrested, that's all." she replied.

You knew you would quickly find her among the residents of Viktor's community, her blue hair made her stand out. Your face lit up when you saw her long braids in the distance, she was sitting on a rock with the same little girl from before.

Walking at a fast pace, you barely had time to speak before the little girl pointed at you.

"Boo!" you jumped in front of Jinx.

Her big eyes widened as she stood up and spat the grass she had been chewing onto the ground. The shocked expression only lasted a few seconds and soon she was clinging to you, only to pull away again and look you in the eye.

"You're okay." she said, her eyes darting to look at you fully.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" you joked. "I'm with you."

"Last time I saw you, you'd been shot." she assumed a playful expression. "My hero!" she stood on one leg and threw herself at you, waving dramatically.

You were going to answer, but the quiet little girl started jumping excitedly at what Jinx said, you smiled slightly and pushed Jinx so she would let go of you.

"Is this yours?" you gestured.

"This is Isha." she walked over to the little girl, bending down and pushing the large helmet she wore on her head. "Surprise! Now we're both her big sisters."

"Oh? She just chose us to take care of her?" you held out your hand to Isha, who took it and you shook it quickly, making her laugh. "Poor her."

Jinx laughed and stood up, wrapping one of her thin arms around your shoulder and starting walking, looking back to see Isha continuing to play.

"You know, I... missed you." her slightly hoarse voice expressed sincerity. "I thought I wouldn't see you again."

You turned your face to face her: "You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"How lucky I am." she spoke again with the same playful tone as always, climbing onto one of the metal structures, extending her hand to help you climb up as well. "How did you find me?"

Your stomach sank and you quickly covered it up. “I always know where you are.”

She let out another giggle and lay down, pulling your arm so you could lie down next to her, your legs dangling over the edge. Just like they did on the giant propellers in her hideout. Staring at nothing in particular, you let out an amused snort as she lifted her left hand, showing you the contraption that was now replacing her middle finger.

"What happened to your finger?" you asked.

"Your lovely sister Lieutenant Colonel shot my hand." she sighed, lowering her hand again.

"She's a commander, actually." you corrected. "She never misses a shot."

"So she just wanted to tear off one of my fingers? Cool." she laughed hoarsely. So, do you want to see my dad?"

"Your dad?" you frowned, remembering what happened with Silco. "I thought your dad-"

"Look." she sat down and pointed to one of the rooms, which had a glass roof.

Your breath caught when you saw it. The thing Ambessa wanted, the beast she hunted with determination, was lying there, sleeping peacefully.

"Is that thing your father?" you asked without realizing it, and felt Jinx playfully elbow you in the ribs.

"Hey, he has a name, and it's not 'thing.'" she said softly. "It's Vander. We came here to heal him."

You didn't respond to her explanations, instead you changed the subject and she started babbling again. Everything seemed normal again. Everything seemed fine when you were with her, listening to her babble about whatever it was. At one point, Isha came to you, carrying fruits and other things.

"Here, eat!" Jinx pushed one of the fruits into your hand as she bit into one herself, revealing the juicy, blue insides. "I've already eaten a lot," she said with her mouth full.

You bit into the plump fruit, feeling it fill your mouth. Jinx turned around and started fiddling with what Isha had brought for her, making you frown. “I thought you weren’t allowed to bring weapons in here.”

"Do you think I would walk around unarmed?" she scoffed, slinging the pistol at her hip.

You just sighed, looking back forward, your face contorting in confusion when you saw Caitlyn with that horrible doctor, standing next to Jinx's father.

"What is he doing here?" you heard Jinx's stern voice beside you and turned your head to look at her, seeing her glare at the man.

"Jinx, I need-"

You didn't have time to finish. It all happened very quickly.

Jinx jumped from the roof to help Caitlyn when she stopped the doctor from injecting something into Vander. Ambessa's warrior went after the two, but you couldn't help, seeing Isha looking around without knowing what to do.

You grabbed her hand and climbed down from where you were sitting, looking around for help. You didn't remember when Isha let go of your hand. Ambessa's warriors were everywhere, Vander looked savage now, you didn't have any weapons in your hand. Caitlyn suddenly appeared, with Vi beside her.

You managed to defend yourself from one of the soldiers, picking up his spear from the ground, but it didn't last long when you were pushed and it fell from your hand. As you stood up, you heard Jinx's scream and looked around desperately to try to find her. Then you saw Isha, with her little hands around the pistol, pointing it at the sky. With a gasp of terror, you witnessed the flash of the explosion illuminate the sky. And your vision went black.

War is deafening. Your ears rang all the time with the sound of gunshots, metal chains and death. The smell was also strong. You stood firm at the post where Caitlyn had asked you to stay, hidden, with the scope of your rifle helping you see in the distance.

You fired every now and then when you saw someone approaching the team that was taking your bomb to the giant anomaly that was pulling Viktor's cocoon through the destroyed streets. You were sure it would work. The bomb would explode as soon as the needle reached the end.

You had to run away from where you were when Ambessa signaled for someone to shoot you. Running almost aimlessly through the streets, you stopped when you heard a familiar sound in the sky.

The few minutes Jinx spent firing at the Noxian forces filled your body with hope. But that was all crushed when the airship crashed into the Hexgate tower. And you knew nothing was going to be okay when you saw the familiar explosion of the monkey bomb as you entered the place.

Your scream must have been loud and painful, but you weren't sure. The pain numbed you and you couldn't hear anything else.

You didn't know how much time had passed since the incident. Your pastime now was sitting on the roof, with your legs dangling over the edge. The destroyed head of the monkey bomb was a comfort, in a way. You placed it on your lap and pulled the small piece of white paper and the lighter from your pocket, placing the flame on one end of the paper and releasing it into the air.

What were you going to do now? She never taught you to forget her.

With a shaky sigh, you squeezed the rest of the monkey bomb and closed your eyes.

"Why are you holding that old thing?" a husky, playful voice asked behind you.

Eyes wide, you turned to look.

And would you go ahead and just cry? 2/3

Jinx x fem!reader | Caitlyn x sister!reader

Summary: A conversation with your sister after Cassandra's death.

Word Count: 0,7K

Warnings: mention of character death, mention of PTSD attacks, mention of murder.

note: this chapter focuses on the reader's relationship with Caitlyn, so I apologize for not having any interactions with Jinx in it. But Vi does appear!!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

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You weren't surprised. You already knew she was going to do this, but not to this extent. It's not like you didn't understand her, Cassandra was your mother too, you were also grieving, your heart was hurting too.

But all of Zaun should not have to pay for the actions of just one person.

Walking quickly through the halls of the silent mansion, you could feel the anger emanating from you. Your steps stopped in front of the large door to Caitlyn's chambers, where you knocked and didn't wait for an answer to enter. The tall figure of your older sister stood in the center of the room, staring intently at the old map she left on the floor, and Vi's pink hair could be seen behind her, sitting on the bed.

You opened your mouth to question Caitlyn, but she spoke first: "You should measure your actions, like wait for me to answer before barging into my room. I'm sure you don't want to irritate me even more."

"Ah, don't start. I already know you know." you scoffed. "I'm surprised Commander Kiramman hasn't sent me to Stillwater yet."

"You have no consideration at all, do you? Or a brain?" she turned to you, the long blue cape shifting behind her. "How could you?"

"How could I what? Have a Zaunite friend? You have one there too." you nodded to Vi, who raised an eyebrow at you.

"Is it really that little to you?" Caitlyn sighed, her voice sounding weaker. "Don't you have any respect for Mom's memory?"

"I'm grieving too, Caitlyn. For God's sake." you sighed loudly. "But I can't let it take over me, or I won't be able to think straight."

"You don't seem like you're thinking straight." she raised her voice. "Mom dies and you're going to take comfort in her killer?"

"She didn't mean to do that! She was having an attack. You said you've seen it before." you exclaimed. "And I didn't come here to talk about her. The engineers told me that you want to shut down the ventilation system there."

"This is official business, it's about the search and capture of a criminal," she replied. "You shouldn't question me, I know what I'm doing."

"Have you lost your mind?! You can't do this, do you want to end everything?" you almost screamed. "How can you say I don't care about Mom's memory if you're the one trying to destroy it?"

"No one will get hurt. My team was only ordered to capture Jinx and nothing more." she said almost automatically.

"Caitlyn, our mom thought about the quality of life of those people when she had that ventilation system created. And I felt honored when she asked me to improve her creation." you murmured. "The Grey is toxic, you can't say no one will get hurt. You'll have protective masks, the people down there have nothing."

"You shouldn't even be here, you should be thankful I didn't have you arrested for siding with and not cooperating with the search for Mom's killer." she growled.

"What are you talking about now?" you fumed.

"Were you the one who gave her that hextech gem?" she frowned even more angrily.

"Of course not! Why would I do that?" you put your hands on your hips.

"If you stayed with her after she killed our mother, I don't doubt what you would do for her before that." She lowered her voice.

You laughed in derision, shaking your head, "You gave your girlfriend who just got out of jail an enforcer position, is that any different?"

Vi got up from the bed when she was mentioned. "I was wrongly arrested, I didn't commit any crime."

"Oh, shut up, you too." you rolled your eyes, irritated. "Aren't you ashamed of wearing that uniform? Your sister is alone and scared and here you are playing police officer."

"You don't know anything about me, and I doubt you know anything about Jinx either." she walked over to you and Caitlyn. "What do you think you are? A vigilante? Doing good deeds for the poor? You don't know anything about being in need. You've been up here your whole life."

"But I know very well what decency and loyalty are. Standing firm for what you believe in." you replied. "And I see that is not your case."

Vi's face twisted into an angry expression and she threatened to advance towards you, but was stopped by Caitlyn, who turned back to you: "That's enough. Our operation is going to happen, whether you like it or not. I suggest you stay away from Zaun, I'll leave enforcers to... look after you. Be thankful you're not trapped."

You huffed and turned to leave the room.

And would you go ahead and just cry? 1/3

Jinx x fem!reader

Summary: A member of the Kiramman family who became friends with Jinx suffers some consequences.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, mention of firearms, mention of character death, mention of bombs, mention of attacks, Jinx has a small episode of PTSD.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

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You were originally supposed to be a pupil of Mrs. Cassandra Kiramman. An apprentice in politics and society, and a student at the Academy. It was like that, in some parts, but in others not. You didn't call her Mrs. Cassandra Kiramman, you called her mother. You didn't call Tobias Mr. Kiramman, you called him father. And Caitlyn was just Caitlyn. Your sister of heart and soul.

Growing up an orphan in the city of progress wasn't all bad, the orphanages were run by wealthy families and the orphans were taken in by them, becoming pupils and students. Some became great inventors and scientists, making the family that adopted them known for their generosity.

Cassandra took you in when you turned 12 years old, the age considered ideal for the preparation of a promising young student. She always kept a warm smile on her face, placing her hand on your cheek or shoulder, speaking tenderly.

You addressed her as your mentor for the first few weeks, but that didn't last long. Not after Caitlyn had grown so attached to you that she made you sleep in her bed every night, or after Cassandra insisted that you sit at the table with them always, and called you baby and darling, and eventually, daughter. Tobias was equally affectionate, sometimes more so than Cassandra, he would sometimes spend hours with you and Caitlyn, studying documents and drinking tea.

The years passed, the city of progress remained the city of progress, but you couldn't help but look at the city on the other side of the bridge. You always secretly read some records about the Undercity, about the toxic air, the needs of the people there. Although you now belonged to one of the richest families in Piltover, and had the surname Kiramman proudly registered on your documents, you focused your studies and projects on improving the quality of life of the people in need.

Caitlyn had recently been appointed enforcer, and was almost obsessed with an investigation to find the perpetrator of the attacks in Piltover. After she showed up at the mansion with that pink-haired girl, Vi, you decided to follow them to Zaun, in secret, of course.

That's how you met Jinx, your newest friend.

"Jinx!" you called loudly, trying to make your voice go over the loud sound of her speakers. You groaned a little at the weight of the bag you were carrying on your shoulder. You walked over to the speakers and hurriedly turned them off. "Jinx, my beauty."

"Don't you see me here?" she asked cheerfully, turning to face you, her violet eyes covered by goggles.

"I brought some more stuff, I hope it'll be useful." You walked over to her counter and placed the bag on top with a loud thud.

She got up quickly, unzipping the bag in a hurry, putting her nimble hands inside, taking out some objects and bringing them close to her face to look at.

"Well, you're welcome." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Thank you!" she was on you in seconds, wrapping her arms around your waist, one of her legs passing over yours, as if she wanted to hook herself onto you. She let go of your arms and pushed you down onto her bench, quickly grabbing the equipment she was working on from the desk, straddling your legs with a playful, almost manic look on her face. “You’ll like the new one.”

"What is it?" you look at her expectantly. She arched her eyebrow and smiled even wider, then placed the device at eye level, making you frown. "This?"

"What do you mean 'this'? It's my new bomb, I told you!" she exclaimed happily, rocking on your lap. "It's going to release the butterflies."

"The butterflies that explode?" you asked and saw her nod, then scoffed. "Hm."

"Why are you so down? What kind of friend are you?" she jumped off your lap, placing the object on the table. "I was happy when you said you covered the sewers."

"I didn't cover the sewers, Jinx, I put a physical barrier in the sewers in addition to the fans, so it's safer to breathe." you crossed your arms. "And I also improved the quality of the fans."

"Hm." she imitated you, crossing her arms.

"Hm." you chuckled, pulling her towards you. "I'm kidding, the bomb is cool."

"I know!" she exclaimed loudly, letting out a laugh.

Some time later, you were lying on one of the giant propellers, with your leg hanging over the edge. You took a deep breath, feeling your stomach churn. You turned your face to look at Jinx, who was babbling about something nonstop.

"Jinx."

"Huh?" she stopped talking and looked at you, still smiling.

"I need to tell you something."

You explained, told her everything, your origins, your family, the orphanage. She reacted well up to a certain point, but she became violent when Caitlyn's name was mentioned. Pointing her gun at you.

"And you're just telling me this now?" she says, her voice hoarser than usual. "Traitor. You fooled me so well."

"Jinx, you are... my friend." you speak cautiously, brow furrowed in concern. "You are my only friend, I wasn't trying to deceive you. I didn't mean to make you angry."

"Yeah, but now I'm angry. I'm really angry." she raised her voice, her eyes widening slightly. "Go tell your sister where I am, she's coming after me."

"I'm sorry, I won't say anything. I would never say anything, I would never put you in danger." you took a step closer to her. "I love you."

"Liar." she said, then used her free hand to pull her hair. "Shut up!"

"Jinx..." you called cautiously, knowing about the fits she had sometimes. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Liar..." she said, gasping a little, finally lowering the gun, collapsing to her knees on the floor, her hands still pulling her hair tightly.

You walked over to her, bending down and lightly touching her pale arm. She lifted her tear-stained face, looking desperate.

"I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Don't cry, please." you bring your hands to her face, gently wiping away her tears. "Don't cry, it's okay."

"Don't leave me here, don't leave me." She threw herself at you, squeezing you tightly.

"I won't."

Caitlyn testified at the council, or what was left of it. Jinx. The one responsible for your mother's death.

A day passed. Then another, and another. You spent the days in your room, staring at your mother’s blue and gold pistol, which was now yours. Caitlyn was lost in grief, coming up with a plan to get Jinx. But you knew it couldn’t be Caitlyn, it had to be you.

Breathing hard, with a headache from the tears you were holding back, you walked the path you knew so well and soon arrived. The pink and blue amidst the gray of the giant propellers. The music wasn't playing this time.

You walked closer, your hand aching from the continued grip on the pistol. You spotted the blue braids from afar.

She turned her pink eyes to you and knew. She knew the moment she saw you. She got down from the couch she was curled up on and tried to get closer, her big eyes shining brighter than usual, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I-I didn't know, I was—" she stopped talking when you raised the pistol towards her eyes.

"I don't give a shit," you said through gritted teeth. "Caitlyn said you caused that attack."

She remained silent for a while, her hands hanging at her sides, her breathing shaky.

"That reminds me. Maybe you were still mad at me because of Cait." you said, swallowing hard.

"No, no, I swear." she shook her head repeatedly. "Even though you're the thing I care about most, it wasn't because of you. I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm sorry."

"My sister wants to kill you, she's coming after you. But I knew it couldn't be her, it had to be me." you said, your grip on the gun wavering.

"Alright, it's you." she said, raising her hands in the air. "I won't try anything. I swore not to raise my weapons against you, ever again."

Your hand shook, the headache growing, your heart beating faster. You took a deep breath, tears starting to fall.

"Why did you do this, Jinx? You ruined everything." you sobbed, your brow furrowed in sadness.

"I always ruin everything." she muttered softly, lowering her face, her blue bangs covering her expressions. "I'm sorry."

"My mother was there." you said. "My mother is dead now."

"I wasn't thinking straight." she muttered. "I didn't know, I didn't want to, I was in pain. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You were both the same now, shaking. Jinx kept her hands in the air, you kept the gun pointed at her. Breathing hard through your tears, you sobbed, your finger on the trigger, threatening to pull.

Breathing harder, you groaned through your tears, tears falling freely. With a loud grunt, you threw the gun to the ground, covering your face with your hands, crying loudly.

"I can't, I can't, not you." you sobbed. "Not you."

You heard Jinx's heavy boots against the metal and soon felt her slender body pressing against you, her arms pulling you towards her. She pulled your hands away from your face and placed kisses on your lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she murmured in that desperate tone. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

You sighed and hugged her back, feeling her press herself closer, the kisses getting stronger. Placing your hand on the side of her face, you caressed it lightly and pulled her in, sinking into a real kiss.

She looked hungry now, sucking hard. You placed one hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face away. Looking into the pink irises, you could see genuine regret.