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zombie girlfriend
Jinx x undead! fem! reader
Just a brief peak into the lives of jinx and reader in a zombie apocalypse in an alternate universe.
Happy Halloween
Warnings; blood, death, gore, necrophilia, noncon (technically since reader is dead/not all that present in the head) no seriously this gets kinda fucked up.
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Pink and blue nails take against the smooth cool surface. Tapping a small, echoing rhythm into the stained glass, almost immediately gaining a loud ghoulish moan in return.
Jinx smiles, tilting her head a little as a slightly decayed hand darts out and slams against the glass on it's other side. Right where her hand once was.
"Mmm, look at you," She rasps, looking into barley visible glossy (colored) eyes the faint overhead light barley reflecting on hazy pupils and giving her a much more ghost-like appearance.
The bluenette bounces on the balls of her feet, energy doubling at the thought of finally touching her girl after so many days apart. Watching from a distance isn't as fun.
A animalistic snarl interrupts her thoughts and jinx snaps her head back to the lovely sight in front of her. "You're beautiful." She reassures with a swift nod, magenta pink eyes rooming over the dead girls figure.
Foamy black bile drips from (name)'s still curled lips, slipping onto the already covered floor and staining her clothes even further. Her hair so knotted and greasy that it was hard to imagine it once was ever clean and healthy.
Slightly blackened fingers clench and unclench over the darkened glass while she hungrily thumbed where jinx's body should have been. Silver collar attached to the bloody wall behind her shines under the pale light.
Brutal bite marks cover her greyish body, once a carmine red turned a bruised purple, they look painful. A sliver of hopelessness slips over jinx, painfully in the heart. My poor baby.
Her pale gloved hand returns to the glass, wishing she could be touching (name) instead, raking her nails through the (curly, coily, straight) hair and touching the once smooth (colored) skin.
Jinx huffs in anger. Her head falling and resting on the now warm glass white she watches (name)'s blank expression though azure lashes.
She loved you. She loved you and you couldn't even protect her.
"I'm sorry." She whispers to no one. A clink of chains is her only answer.
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(Name)'s back is to her. Body curled up into a up right fetal position as she feasts on the brutalized corpse beneath her.
Jinx sits behind her, watching in amazement as her girlfriend demolishes the once intact man. She looks beautiful.
(Name) rips apart of the muscle from his bone with her teeth. Blunt molares gnashing against each other roughly at every chew, scarlet blood leaking from her bruised lips. The disturbing sound of human-ish growls leaving her at every swallow.
Well she always is beautiful.
Jinx reaches out almost in a trance, long fingers stretching out and caressing the back of her head. (Name) stiffens at first, not expecting the touch and jinx frowns and rubs her again, a lot rougher this time.
After the third touch (name) goes back to normal. Well, as normal as she, a zombie, can be. Returning to her game of seeing how much meat she can seperate from bone.
Jinx rakes her fingers through matted hair, making a small note to grab a comb next time she goes on a run. Her long nails sometimes getting stuck on the stray knots, wincing even when it becomes a common occurrence.
Eventually, (name) is done eating and limply rests against jinx's body behind her, the heat from such a revealed, living body warming up her backside. Jinx stays glued to the zombie, even when a shiver runs through her.
Light groans leave her girls bloody mouth as jinx's boney hands run all along her torso. Slipping under the zombies shirt and feeling up from her lower stomach to her unmoving chest.
She's calm. Surprisingly, letting it happen even though the times before, she'd never allow jinx to even lift up her dirty shirt to clean her before she'd lash out. Jinx isn't complaining though, taking the time to re-learn her lovers newly altered body, taking her time happily. I wonder if she'd-
Jinx decides to push her luck, caressing the edges of the bites underneath her shirt. She's usually very sensitive to her past fatal wounds. (Name) still doesn't move, her head dropping lazily to watch jinx's pale fingers. Jinx smiles.
The bluenettes other hand reaching upwards until she's cupping a soft, squishy mound in her hand through the cushiony black basic bra.
The zombie in her lap unnaturally dormant while the curious human behind her ran her hands over whatever she dared to touch.
A small groan leaves the (hair colored) zombie when the girl behind her grows bolder and sticks one painted long fingernail into the large teeth marks of whatever savages (name) had been attacked by.
Jinx's eyes darken slightly. She wasn't even supposed to be there. I was supposed to-
Another ghoulish groan snaps her put of her thoughts once again. Magenta pink eyes snap up and stare into milky (eyecolored) ones. The foamy haze startling the bluenette momentarily before she relaxes.
"Hi." The human takes a quick breath, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure in the room she grins; grabbing hold of (name)'s cheeks and pulls them up into a forced grin. "Look at that! An' almost natural smile!" The bluenette giggles, pulling the zombie back into her once more. Arms linking around her girlfriend's back.
Holding onto a dead girl? How far you've fallen.
This voice sounds uncomfortably like her adoptive father, a frown falling on her lips at imaginary silco's mocking tone. "Shut up." The bluenette lashes out, a small growl present in her already raspy voice.
"She's here. She's here and she won't ever leave me. Not again." Jinx snuggles into the neck of her undead (haircolored) girlfriend and gives a loud exhale into her collarbone.
When she closes her eyes, it almost felt like it used to. Before the accident, when (name) was (name) and not a monster. No! She's not a monster! She's- shes just sick, it's curable. I can fix it.
"Not the monster." Jinx rasps lightly into her lovers neck; shaking her head quickly, unsettling the once settled zombie beneath her.
(Name) notices the humans state and let's out a soft warning growl that sends jinx spiraling further. "I did this! I did it, it's my fault-i wasn't there!"
She violently rocks the zombie back and forth mind flashing back to mere weeks ago to where she'd found her girlfriends corpse lying discarded in the rain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-"Slow bright pink tears roll down her pale cheeks and into (name)'s shoulders. Her words becoming intelligible as she rambles on even more, stumbling over her words until they become loud sobs.
You did this. You killed her, this is your faul-
"Shhhh." A low groan interrupts her self loathing from hitting any lower levels. Jinx snaps her eyes open immediately, emotions doing a complete 180.
A heavy dose of deja vu filling her at the zombies obvious word choice.
"Baby?" Blue braids go flying as jinx whips her head away from her love's neck to look her in the eye.
Magenta pink irises looking into (colored) ones. The blurry film that used to fog them up almost completely gone. Her zombie girlfriend lifts a sluggish hand up to rub her cheek.
Joyful tears gather in the corners of her eyes that she refuses to spill. Jinx launches herself onto (name)'s body once again, balling up in (name)'s lap.
"You're you! -you're here! How-" Jinx cuts herself off everytime, burrowing her body deeper into her girlfriends.
(Name)'s leaky lips make contact with jinx's neck and the bluenette wonders how she'd gotten so lucky.
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Ends abruptly because one of two things are happening.
Either jinx hallucinated and zombie! reader took a chomp out of her neck or it's a real happy ending and zombie! reader just gives her a kiss there and they become a cute apocalypse couple. Choose your ending.
Creative crushes (part three)
Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader
Gay shit.
Don't repost to another site pls
I really should put out a masterlist, but I'm still kinda new to writing on tumblr so, I'm sorry. 🙇🏾♀️
As always, (name) is written to be of any body type, skin color and race.
I tried to establish the two sides of (name) earlier, one (name) kirraman, the spare turned heir, child prodigy, who's lukewarm at best, not very easily impressed, and uncaring of anyone that isn't family. The other, just (name) who's a hopeless romantic, the quintessential little sister, unknowingly crushing heavily on a known criminal, and smiles easily.
I know nothing abt league of legends. And I own nothing, I'm just gay and and a jinx enthusiast. Don't fucking sue me. That's racist.
And this is kind of messily written, and she's a little tiny, I'm sorry.
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(Name) wakes the next morning feeling much more refreshed. No weird pretty girls haunting her dreams or weird monsters just outside her bedroom.
The (haircolored) girl slips out of her bed slowly, a small shiver running through her once her bare feet make contact with the cold tile.
If must've rained in the night, she muses, sparing a small glance at her thankfully still closed and bolted shut foggy balcony door. The girl shrugs on a large bed robe, the fabric blanketing her cold form. She can practically see her breath. Jeez.
Outside the glass door, a golden glint on the ground catches her attention, a twinge of curiosity running through her.
The young woman steps lightly, walking across her large bedroom to the other side and bending over ever so slightly, the gold glint is still there, and apparently stronger than before, it shimmering brightly in the sea of fog and grey mist.
She lifts her hand up to the handle, only needing to tug it once to quietly open the door. The girl stepping down onto her balcony and finding the glittering gold thing still there. (Name) delicately takes it off the ground, inspecting the object.
"A 'flower crown'? " She questions curiously. Not a normal flower crown either, the most beautiful one (name)'s ever seen. Devoid of any flower or leaf, comprised entirely of nuts, bolts and an a metal wire. Some of the nuts had been twisted to look closer to flowers, some of the bolts had in turn took the form of leaves. All of it painted a metallic gold giving off an air of wealth.
Someone had created this. Someone who's hands must've been touched by a goddess at one point in their life. It's so unique and beautifully crafted, name wonders who it would've been for. The storm had been quite huge, it could've blown up to her balcony. That's definitely what she heard last night.
Just then while still holding the crown, her eyes drop to the floor. There's a squared letter.
(Name) reaches over, picking the parchment letter up as well, hoping it's not some poor fools love confession. She sudders at the thought. Not again. She unfolds it, holding it closer to her face and squinting a little to read the note.
Instead, the letter is almost empty, ink used to scratch out any other sentences save for two,as if the poor sap had messed up too many times. Messily written, which (name) would find annoying any other time but is somehow sweet now.
I don't know how to start this, so hi
-nყxιҽ
Nyxie? Who-
(Name) flips over the letter, hoping to find an address for her to mail it too, instead finding her name. Written multiple times, in almost every writing style imaginable scrawled over the back. Oh, name thinks, guess it is for me then. Awe that's kinda cute, they heart their I's.
(Name) looks to the crown once more. The beautiful craftsmanship once again stunning her, the tiniest smile imaginable, slowly growing on her face.
Oh- someone made this, for her and seemingly desire nothing from her in return. Someone who just left it on her balcony instead of using it to get into her skirts, or her sister's or mother's. That's cool- that's so cool. Heat rises to her cheeks and ears the further she thought about the dedication someone had to put in for such a beautiful crown.
She steps into her room quickly, locking the door and letting out a semi sushed girlish scream into her newly acquired crown. This crown is now the most important accessory that she owns. She will protect this thing with her life.
The girl runs back out quickly after wards, scribbling out an acceptable reply.
The (haircolored) girl tucks the letter under her pillow. Getting dressed quickly after, flower crown still perfectly balanced on her head.
The kirraman girl walks out of her bedroom happy, running into a grouchy looking Caitlyn.
The younger girl stops at the sight of her sister, giving her a long once over, tiny teasing smile growing on her face.
"Not a word." Caitlyn scowls, holding her hand up as if she could silence (name)'s words.
"I didn't say anything?" (Name) smirks, lifting her hand to her lips as if she could conceal the smirk on her face as she further took in Caitlyn's appearance. Is that a hickey? Scandalous.
"You don't need to." Caitlyn snarks. Catching (name)'s roaming gaze and slapping her palm to her neck.
(Name)'s eyebrows practically shoot to her hairline. "Oh?" A huff of laughter leaves her.
Caitlyn quickly changes the subject,not wanting a round two of 'Let's tease Caitlyn'. "The crown's new." She acknowledges, the beautiful craftsmanship intriguing her. A small wave of familiarity washing over her... Huh. Could be nothing.
"Oh you noticed?" (Name) lifts her head impossibly higher. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She's obviously proud. Cait rolls her eyes.
"Yeah." She admits, taking another beat to admire the impressive crown. "Where'd you get it?"
"A gift." (Name)'s face lights up when she speaks, her nose scrunching a little when she does so. An authentic smile. Caitlyn is surprised to see it, it's been awhile since she'd seen (name) exhibit anything other than her three main expressions. Sardonic, calculating and reticent.
Much less, pure unabashed joy. She likes this look on her. Her sister being her warm sillier self instead of the cold kirraman heir she was known for. It's been years since the younger girl had done so. Having to regrettably grow up so fast.
Caitlyn almost wants to take a photo, she doesn't know when it will happen again. Though the bluenette decides against it quickly after, she couldn't make it to her camera in time anyway.
Because of this, Caitlyn doesn't really think to question the statement. Instead assuming (name) had found a friend who's rather skillful with their hands and had simply made her something.
Caitlyn shrugs, dropping her hand back to her side.
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The following week, after finishing her morning routine, the (haircolored) girl notices something fluttering in the wind of her balcony. A leathery paper, of some kind.
The youngest kirraman slowly walks outside towards the paper, leaning down once again and picking it up. A letter? Once again, folded into fours. She of course, unfolds it.
-ɳყxιҽ
(Name) flips over the letter, once again, finding a beautifully detailed drawing of herself staring back at her drawn in a dark colbalt blue. Whoever did this put an impressive amount of thought into it, looked as if it was an actual candid of her. It had gotten everything right on her face, from the slope of her nose, to the curve of her brow. If it hadn't been for the entire art piece being in blue she definitely would've been worried. So they have an artists touch as well.
And they've been watching her.
Nyxie.
(Name) quirks a small smile at the note, whoever this person was is swiftly climbing the ranks of a lot of the people she knew. And she hadn't even seen their faces, or talked to them.
The woman quickly rushes inside her room, running back out with only a pen and her own parchment. Quickly scribbling a small '𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.' Furthering by asking if they wanted anything of her in return, not wanting to or feeling comfortable with taking without giving. Hmm, maybe that's the business woman in her.
She leaves both the parchment and pen on her table, placing the stunning drawing on the dresser closest to her, afraid to sleep with it and smudge the lining.
Leaving her room quickly after, wanting the week to go by much quicker.
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The next week, a gift rests on the note (name) left.
The girl had been 'subtly' checking out her balcony window for any sign of her mystery person or the pleasantries they left. To no avail, sadly. But today, there's a glint of something outside her glass door.
A bronze rose this time. Gorgeous as all of the other gifts she'd received, painted a stunning metallic gold in color, laying straight across the parchment, sharp golden thorns and bronze 'leaves' still attached.
How could something have been so beautiful? How could someone have created something so beautiful? She found herself asking that question a lot more recently.
There's no letter that came attached with it this time. But (name) doesn't need one to know who it's from. Nyxie.
There's writing that (name) hadn't done just under her new gift. The girl picks up her metal flower gently, holding it to her chest subconsciously while she reads the note.
You don't have to give me anything,
your attention alone is enough
-ɳყxιҽ
(Name) is positively giddy at the response. Laughter almost bubbling from her chest. God, if Cassandra could see her then. Blood rushes to her ears at the thought, but still, the smile can't be wiped from her face. She covers her curled lips with her fingers.
Had this 'nyxie' person said anything besides 'attention', (name) definitely would've been insulted. But they just wanted her attention!
The woman picks up the pen, another wave of giddyness running though her. Nyxie touched this.
Quickly writing her answer down and running back inside her large room. '𝓐 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓱?'.
She finds a pretty porcelain vase soon enough, setting the precious glass onto her dresser and gently placing the bronze flower in it.
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Jinx didn't know why she developed such an attachment to the kirraman girl. Why she why she stayed up past the hours of her 'normal' —albeit irregular— bedtime to work and craft small, non-lethal works for the enforcer pilties sister. Her sister of all people!
The irony of the situation isn't lost on her, she may be crazy but she isn't dumb. She's aware that she's being hypocritical. She's too stubborn to admit that to anyone besides herself.
The only reason she was on that balcony in the first place is because she thought it was her traitorous sister's precious-piltie girlfriend's. She wasn't aware miss 'cupcake' had a sister. And such a pretty one at that.
What was supposed to be just a fun night of casual hazing snowballed into what ever the fuck it is now. But she had just been so cute!
With her pretty little book and shiny (colored) eyes. Taking in all of jinx's jinxness, the zaunite only raised an eyebrow. She had expected the girl before her to scream. To run, to hide, she was used to it. Hell, she reveled in it, the fear that washed over a person when her name would be mentioned. She anticipated this girl to be the same.
But she wasn't.
Instead, she stayed. She kept her eyes on jinx's intense blu –pink– stare, and her lips seemed to tilt upwards where the the blue girls drifted down into a confused frown. Why isn't she running?
In that small, unique period of time, she felt seen. Like really seen. Borderline seen through. It scared her. It excited her. It was overwhelmingly exhilarating.
So, she watched. She watched as her (colored) eyebrows rising a little while she struggled to say something, subtly opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Jinx could almost breath a sigh of relief at that, normalcy resumed, she'll clutch her pearls and run away screaming. Jinx waits for that moment. Waits for a long time in fact. For her to recognize those long blue braids and run for the hills. She never did.
Instead, she called her pretty. Jinx snapped her head back to the girl on the ground quickly. Small blush rising to her cheeks. How long has it been since she was called pretty?
Sure, the bluenette was hit on quite regularly and propositioned for rated-r idea's. But, they never made her feel pretty though, just indifferent on a good day. This girl had such a sincere deep stare that jinx herself almost believed her. Almost.
The way the (haircolor)ette said it wasn't done before either. The kirraman having looked to her as if she hug the moon and stars. This piltover girl looked at her like the zaunite was the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Like she was absolutely stunned by her.
Affectionate words don't come easy in zaun. On a good day she might've gotten a small, 'you look nice.' From Silco but those were rare.
It was so obviously genuine that jinx for a moment, was stunned. How could someone have such an effect on her?
A bashful look crawling over the girls (skincolored) face the more jinx didn't speak. Mylo in particular started getting louder the deeper she thought about the girl. A sliver of vexation running through her the louder his annoying voice got.
Her fingertips started to trace the just-modified pow-pow on her hip. No. She takes her hand away. You can't shoot her balcony.
She'll get scared. "She's already scared. She hates you." The girl runs her tongue over her teeth subtly, frustration building.
"I didn't ask you." She mumbles, keeping her voice low aware she could actually scare the girl.
"Why were you so mindful of her? She's just a privileged piltie."
Jinx sets down the wrench. Picking up another doohickey that she might've forgotten the name of and begins to crank the delicate object in her stained, overworked hands.
The bluenette lifts the dainty little butterfly up to her admiring pink stare. It's beautiful.
"No it's not."
"Could be better." She chucks the piece over her shoulder. The loud clink! Of metal hitting metal when it touches the growing pile behind her chair. Music to her ears.
Nothing's is good enough. "I can't believe I care so much." The bluenette mumbles underneath her breath, picking up another shiny object and slamming it against her table, slipping the safety goggles back onto her face, already imagining the smile that (name) would give her work this time.
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CINNABUN CRUSHES (part one)
Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader
Not a lot of jinx in this chapter I'm sorry.
Reader, like always, is written to be any size or skin color.
Smart! Reader
Basically just 'gaypanic!; the sequel' just with a reader in heavy denial.
Aand if it wasn't obvious already, this is an au, semi same universe, just if it had been a lot nicer to the characters. (Mainly jinx)
Basically all of the main parts of arcane happened but like vi and jinx came to like an understanding and all of the misconceptions were cleared up. So vi spends a lot of her time with jinx, because of course she would, and spends her time secretly with cait as well. Jinx never nuked the council.
Jinx still hates Caitlyn tho, because I find that kinda funny. But (name) doesn't envolve herself in enforcer business, to busy being future head of the kirraman clan and she has never met vi or jinx. (But has listened to cait rant about them both) Caitlyn hasn't told (name) about her full relationship with vi tho, so (name) just speculates on there being one.
Silco's not dead, just heavily injured and getting treated.
(The sequel to camomile dreams if that wasn't obvious)
I own nothing! Sueing me would be a hate crime.
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(Name) indeed did wake up the next morning in her plush bed, the soft fire's crackling being the sounds she wakes up to. Was it all a dream?
The young woman pulls herself out of her bed, throwing her legs over it's side nd drawing back the curtain. She had woken up in the same night gown she dreamed of, how strange. Normally, her dream clothes are the strangest and most gorgeous shade of blue.
The (haircolor)ette slides off her unusually high bed, legs buckling a little when she falls, feet slipping slightly on the hardwood floor. Damn slippers.
With her most recent dream still in her mind, the girl slowly makes her way into her grand connected bathroom. Undoing the buttons on her nightgown the further she strayed away from the soft bed.
Once in there she closes the door quickly, getting dressed without the maids or service that her mother provided. How could she have dreamed up such a 'unique' person?
Well then was she real? She attempts to recall every bit of the 'dream'. Manicured hands gripping the marble counter top as she bent over it, shaking her head in denial right after. No, she must couldn't have been.
(Name) in the dream had been a stuttering idiot. (Name) in real life, wasn't. Everything else might've been true or realistic in the dream but (name) herself, had been winning awards for being a child prodigy since she was young. Eloquent words and confident smiles had been her trademark since, well forever!
No way she would ever fumble over her words just because some pretty underground girl decided to perch on her balcony for a bit.
The young woman convinces herself of the dreams existence rather quickly after that, now dressed, the woman exits her bathroom to start her day.
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What is it about that girl and why couldn't (name) get her out of her head. The woman groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. Her irritation growing the fuzzier her head got while she thought of her mysterious 'dream' girl. (Name) pouts a little when she realized how that last bit sounded.
All of it had been stuck in her head since she had awoken, her angry yet soft and raspy voice, sounding a little worn out and breathy as if she'd been running for miles.
(Name) remembered how suffocating the air around her was. As if the girl had lived to intimidate and tease others. (Name) remembered how shiny and blue her long lightly decorated hair had been, how she had to manually blow her large bang away from her eyes at times. Don't even get name started on her eyes, enflamed fuschia irises that looked as if she had both held all the knowledge in the world and none at all. She was so...so, so not real! She didn't even exist!
The woman shakes her head, hand returning to the book, tightening around the bound cover. She doesn't exist! She reminds herself, shaking her head again. She was created in (name)'s stupidly smart mind. A manifestation of whatever (name) feels like she's missing in life right now.
And from the way she bumbled in her dream, (name) would guess a romantic partner. Her (colored) eyes roll at the thought. She had never been in a relationship surprisingly, way too focused on improving the kirraman name further to even come close to dating anyone.
Sure, she felt crushes like everyone else and found herself fantasizing some days about having a partner and kids but that felt more like an unattainable spinoff dream than an actual future. Said crushes had never had her so tongue tied or had such a hold over her though, never. Maybe she feels like she's behind on that front and created the balcony girl to 'catch up' in a way?
Or she could be wrong and the girl could've been her want for adventure or something, she was pretty mysterious. Though the romance one is what the kirraman girl is betting on; adventure brought risks and risks could result in failure. Something (name) absolutely hated.
The woman drifts her eyes back down to the wrangler book in her hand, immediately relaxing her grip and attempting to read the words.
"I didn't know pilties came out after dark." A raspy yet sugary sweet voice, right behind her, (name) could almost feel the soft lips brush against her ears outer shell. If the (haircolored) girl tried hard enough, she could practically feel the imaginary girls delicate yet rough and quick hands drift down her shoulder, pink and blue nails raking against her arm. Her face heats up at the illusion of such touch, lips parting as a faint gasp left them. (Name) could practically feel the warmth that bubbled up in her chest.
The hands drift lower, slinking around her back and intertwining at her front. Just under her chest. (Name) lurched forward in her seat, only moving but so far before she is yanked back into compliance. Wayward spindly fingers tracing small hearts into her rapidly moving chest, soft with lunderlying predatory intentions. How could she-
She's not real!
At the revelation, the youngest kirraman snapped open her eyes, swiveling her head around to greet, nothing. The hands are gone, replaced by the cushions on the love seat. Not even the drawn curtains had been out of place, no sign of anyone other than her in the library at all. It had felt so real...
The young woman jumps out of her seat, still holding the leather bound book in both of her hands. Surveying the expanse of the room, holding the slightly heavy book out as if in a means to protect her.
But it felt so real
A sense of hopelessness washes over her, was she going crazy? The (short/tall) girl lowers her book, eyes falling downcast standing in the middle of the open and vacant library. She's not here.
I-I must've just accidentally fallen asleep and dreamt her again. (Name) nods at the reasoning, deciding to chalk it up to just a weird nap to preserve her mental state. It's okay, you've fallen asleep in weirder spots.
"(Name)?" (Name) practically jumps out of her skin. Physically feeling her soul leave her body for a few seconds. Oh, it's just Cait.
Caitlyn. Oh that's right they were supposed to go to that new bakery place today. "Coming." (Name) gives her older sister a nod, gently closing the already wrinkled book, not like she needed a placeholder. She barley got through the first page placing the book back in its rightful place on the bookshelf and following her sister out of the family library.
The younger girl reaching out to hold the orders hand. Squeezing a little as to ground herself back into the present. Cait thinks nothing of it, pulling her sister closer to her and swinging their arms as they walk side by side down the hallway.
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(Name) shuffles in the slightly uncomfortable seat. Fiddling with her vanilla milkshakes teaspoon, swirling it through the teacup and further ruining the once perfect whipped cream. Who puts milkshakes in teacups?
Caitlyn sits across from her, drinking a bit of her strawberry milkshake -ew gross!-, a small blush slowly overtaking her face. The (hair colored) girl smirked at her older sister's bashfulness.
Their waiter had been flirting quite blatantly with Caitlyn ever since they entered the damn sweet shop. It was a common occurrence in piltover, so (name) wasn't too surprised.
The kirraman name was pretty well known around piltover. With Cassandra being a council woman and the matriarch of the kirraman clan, Caitlyn being a very skilled marksman and (name) being a child prodigy and Cassandra's successor, it was hard to not know the kirraman name. So, it was only natural for people to come knocking on their door, begging for a chance from one (or sometimes both) of the girls. (Cassandra would shortly after practically chase them off their property from her biting words alone.)
(Name) while flustered at first has gotten used to it over the years. So much so that it doesn't even phase her anymore when some poor soul would even try their luck with the youngest kirraman. Usually Caitlyn is oblivious enough when it comes to romance that their provocative words usually just fly over her head. The bluenette focused on more enforcer-ish? Things. (Name) still can't really tell you what it is enforcers do besides accompany her places sometimes. That was more of cait's domain if she were honest.
But today was already a strange day for her and the young woman needed a distraction. So, telling Caitlyn about the semi-attractive waiter flirting with her seemed like a perfect opportunity.
(Name) bites back a smug smirk, innocently brushing her pointer finger around the rim of her milkshake. "C'mon, you're that dense caity?" The younger of the two questions.
Caitlyn clears her throat, her ears tipped red. "Shut up (name)." The older grumbles under her breath, hiding behind the curtain of her straight blue locks. All of a sudden focused on her cremé puff.
"Oh yeah," Name rolls her eyes, lifting the teacup to her lips and looking off to her side, put the window. "You like that Vi girl." At Caitlyn's embarrassed silence she decides take it one step further.
(Name) allows herself to visibly roll her eyes, licking off the excess whipped cream she'd acquired on her finger. "What? Not interested?" The girl teases, eyebrow raised in mock concern.
"You know I'm not." Caitlyn hisses, leaning over the table so nobody around them could hear her. She lifts her hand to her face quickly after.
"Yeah you are." (Name) interrupts.
Caitlyn immediately takes offense, blush rising on her cheeks while she shook her head profusely. To no avail of course. "No! Well- but i-"
(Name) shakes her head, teasing smile still on her face, hiding it behind her cup and the copious amount of whipped cream. "Don't lie caity-cat." I've forgotten how much fun teasing Caitlyn is.
"I'm not lyin-"
(Name) snorts, "Liar." The older girl sends her sister a glare, wishing she could just get sucked up into a black hole already. "Lower you voice!" Caitlyn insists.
(Name) waves her hand in a whatever motion, shrugging her shoulders a little bit to further her point. She'd never admit it aloud, but she has missed having such moments with her older sister.
The sisters, while still living under the same roof, hadn't been able to really talk in a whole year. The both of them, far too busy working on their lives and careers to sit down and converse for longer than three minutes. Caitlyn, busy working towards her desired position as an enforcer, and (name) with her responsibilities as heir to the kirraman clan.
They used to be so close, despite their decently sized age gap, and stubborn, antisocial personalities, they were each other's best friends. Not talking in so long hurt the both of them.
It's actually part of the reason they were in the coffee shop. Caitlyn, coming home all roughed up with a growing bruise that matched her hair in color knocked on (name)'s door in the middle of the night. Almost crying in relief when she saw her younger sisters tired and annoyed face when she opened the door.
After spending her afternoon (night? Caitlyn couldn't tell) with the dysfunctional sisters, (who'd thankfully come to a non lethal and desired conclusion) the oldest kirraman daughter realized that she took her own younger sister for granted a few times herself. Suddenly aware of how long it has been since they last talked. Hm, maybe that tea party from hell actually had some benefits.
After that, it seemed like their gradual distance, just faded away. They stayed in (name)'s room all night, the two of them giggling like schoolgirls into the wee hours of the morning. And agreed to talk to each other at least once a day, never wanting their relationship to get that strained again.
"I- (name)!" Caitlyn's blush grows even darker when (name) makes kissy faces, wanting nothing more than to simply throttle her younger sister.
"Oh Vee! Your lips taste heavenly-" (name)'s voice raised several octaves, sounding akin to that of a squeaky british chew toy.
"We've never- I- my voice does not sound like that! And it's Vi!" Caitlyn obviously took offense to the blatant caricature. Her sulking interrupted by the younger girl once more.
"Feast your eye's upon my bulging yet stiff muscles my darling cupcake!" (Name) could barley get the sentence out, having to put her tea cup down as a small laughing fit overcame her. The absurdity of her words pared with the embarrassed yet pissed look on her sisters face growing too much for her.
She laughed so hard that her ribs hurt, having to shakily put one hand over her chest while the other covered her mouth. Almost choking multiple times while she attempted to calm herself down. Aware of the sudden eyes that were now on the both of them. Moms gonna have a fit.
Caitlyn's face did the impossible, growing an even darker red in color as she tried to silence the girl across from her.
Soon enough, after a couple minutes more, (name) calmed down, and caitlyn's red face turned back to normal. The semi- peaceful atmosphere returned, though the (haircolored) girl had to reorder for a drink to soothe her now irritated throat.
"Serves you right." Caitlyn pouted, still not really over the teasing.
"You knew it would come eventually." (Name) snarked right back at her. Taking a sip of the ginger tea given to her, the hot beverage helping her raspy throat.
Caitlyn shrugged, giving a single nod at the statement. She definitely did.
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Name lays face up in her bed, head resting on the multiple fluffy pillows, hand conjoined just under her chest. Her (eyecolored) eyes staring up at her painted ceiling in wonder.
She can't sleep.
The (haircolor) turns over on her side with a huff. Tucking her arm under the pillow. She doesn't want to go out onto her balcony either this time, still not over the dream girl from last time. Plus, she already finished her book and now has to wait til the next day to get another, so she'd be bored out there anyway.
After their 'sister bonding time' Caitlyn had dropped (name) off at home. Apparently, she had a date with vi so Caitlyn had left (name) to her own devices for the next couple of hours.
(Caitlyn didn't know that 'name' knew, still attempting keeping their budding relationship under wraps. She's not very good at it though.)
(Name) hadn't minded of course, happy that her older sister was happy, so she just made sure to keep their mom busy. Distracting Cassandra with long winded questions that the (hair colored) girl already knew the answer to to further stall time.
After Caitlyn returned of course, (name) had taken a shower, and practically ran to bed. Using the excuse of her being 'suddenly tired', in reality she just didn't want to be in her mothers vicinity encase Caitlyn blew it.
(Name) gives a small huff, rolling her eyes and turns onto her other side.
Just outside her canopy, her balcony door rattles. The noise itself driving the girl on the bed out of her thoughts, a soft, unheard gasp leaving her.
(Name) sits up quickly in her bed, clutching the comforter closer to her chest, small twinges of fear growing the longer the seconds drew on. Part of her wants to dive under the covers and hide there until morning. But that's childish, there's no such thing as monsters. Still, the (haircolor-ette) draws her body closer in on itself, attempting to make herself smaller while she listened on.
Silence.
A prolonged silence.
She was being stupid. There's no such thing as a monster.
It was most likely the wind. (Name) takes a small breath, acknowledging the puerile situation. But then again, the wind can't knock against doors.
Sleep. The startled heir tells herself, your just tired.
And so, she tugs the covers impossibly further towards her body. Laying her weary head against a soft pillow and closes her eyes, forces her mind to rest as she tires herself out.
Just outside her balcony, large blue braids whip around the corner. Leaving a small, delicately crafted gift near the door, for its new owner to find in the morning.
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