[ it’s not that jinx doesn’t know who she’s fighting — enforcers, takers, piltover’s prize pigs — but it was silco’s purview to memorise their names and weaknesses, to pick the best targets. all his notes written in his tidy hand, inevitably improved by her scratchy graffiti.
that all to say, when the name flashes on her screen, jinx recognises it distantly. the councilor with the pretty face, daughter of the warlord come to play at conquering. ]
the one and only daughter of darkness villainess of the undercity the monster of all monsters got a screw loose? i’ll put it to use
( of course she knew from the name. the behavior. the pictures. this was the girl who had been terrorizing them for months now. who had literally launched a bomb on her.
and she was just a girl. )
I see you've fashioned yourself new monikers. I'd have your posters amended with the titles, but it seems we're both a little caught up in this new trap.
oh, they’re working exactly the way u and caity cakes want
[ the way the council always wanted, silco would say. ]
which is pretty low, even for topsiders but i guess that’s why u kept control of the vents, right? just in case u needed to put us down u shoulda been there the day u let the gray back in
the kids who didn’t grow up breathing any of that shit? boy, they were ones hit the hardest
she almost forgot about that plan. her mind has been elsewhere, lately, she forgot the exact methods by which caitlyn had planned her strike team.
she rubs her temples.
a part of her still knows her duty. she's a councilor. they're meant to be united.
in public.
this isn't Piltover. this isn't the masses. she thinks to Jayce and his direct action and the very near peace he almost achieved just speaking to Silco one to one. )
We are a council. We run by majority vote.
I was outvoted.
This is what I had hoped to avoid. What I was barely managing to hold back until the actions taken at the memorial pushed cooler tempers out of my reach.
[ whatever answer she expects, it isn’t the one mel gives. an apology.
to jinx, topsiders are a monolith — set apart by their privilege and cruelty. none have ever cared for her, not even the one who barnacled onto her sister in her reeking desperation. they certainly don’t care for the people of zaun. silco always knew that.
an apology doesn’t change that. it doesn’t mean anything. it’s just — there, looking at her. it takes a long moment for her to face it and reply. ]
i didn’t have anything to do with the memorial besides, well, yknow
[ her status as the reason it was held in the first place. ]
what was ur plan? hunt me down all by my lonesome?
And look what more violence gets us. Only more and more with war on the horizon.
I'd like it to end.
And no. Of course not. I simply wanted to know the girl that's been terrorizing Piltover. But this place isn't our home. And I suspect that means you have less reason to repeat your actions from before in this place.
Unless you plan to try to finish your work with me?
jinx hasn't been gifted something like this in a long time. a thing not to be used but consumed. a treat, like the ones that the rich girls she watched from the rooftops would trash without thinking.
she only eats one. the other she wraps up, saving it. ]
not always. my job is making sure my crew gets fed and fed well, and you can't really stay strong and healthy if you only eat sweets. so i cook lots of different things for them. they all have their favorites. your favorite?
[ is he being serious? it's more likely than you think. ]
well, i'll tell you what you need to do then. open a damn book and start looking at recipes. if you know how to read, that is. if you don't, there are pictures. just tell me which ones look best to you, and i'll make them. you try them, and tell me what you think. i'm trying to curate a dessert menu here.
sorry, i couldn't tell. how good are you at identifying flowers? i need you to run an errand for me.
my favorite? i have lots. i'll make you one of my favorite dessert and tea pairings. you'll have to come by and get it though, because tea can only be served fresh.
then why is ur un lovecock? how is she girlfriend slash wife are u proposing do u have a ring oh that’s the surprise! duh is it big?????? 💍✨ i snagged a bunch from the faire if u think it isn’t good enough be honest
[ propose to nami propose to nami propose to nami propose to ]
stay out of my goddamn business pipsqueak.
can't imagine why anyone would hate you. bring me the flower and we'll have tea. and then you can tell me what dessert you want me to make. there are cookbooks in the library.
[ for now. she can’t tell if he’s joking about not believing people would hate her over text. even before she took to explosive retaliation, vi and her friends found her annoying, so. ]
[ Silco has been introduced to gifting season and, after threatening a servant or two, the concept of "shopping". At some point after the Secret Santa thing and Aemond leaving them cake he, having no concept of the Gregorian calendar or Jesus' birthday, immediately dumps all of Jinx's gifts on her bed in a sack that has a jolly Santa on it.
In addition he's straight up stolen shit from rooms around the house that he thought she might like: the pink and blue from some artistically inclined guest's set of paint markers; a bottle of blue curacao from one of the increasing numbers of bars; body glitter and butterfly hairclips from someone else's bedroom; some christmas lights he straight up unplugged, fuck seasonal decor ig; a copy of "Adventure Stories for Boys" from Jonty's study; shiny wrapped candies; citrus fruits (someone said these were the correct gift); and coal (someone also said this was the correct gift).
He went for quantity over knowing what the fuck he was doing so it's a literal mixed bag. But then, it's the first time there's been an occasion just for giving her things. ]
[ the vibe is truly the complete opposite of what nami might wear, which is why sanji thinks he gravitates toward it — no one could compare to nami, and none should dare try. the dresses hang in a neat row while he smokes in his dressing gown, glaring at himself in his blond wig while jinx decides what to do next.
backstage, the incessant bustle of the other performers has no effect on him; sanji cut his teeth in volcanic kitchens and around pirates in their roughest and most ravenous states. a hungry pirate finds his motivation quicker than any promise of treasure, and he’d learned to fight as a necessary skill just as he’d learned to blend flavors and leave no parts of an animal to waste.
he crosses his long legs, his slippers on the floor as he lifts one foot to examine a bright pink shoe — making someone inconveniently sidestep his heels. ]
Lobster. [ he holds his cigarette over an overly full ashtray. ] Or chicken? I’d have to kill the lobster onstage. Did you eat?
[ he gestures toward the table laden with fussy snacks — shrimp tartlets, honey-mint lamb skewers, chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt — and tries not to look at the fresh tangerine slices decorating the punch bowl. every thought of nami is a new cut across his tender heart, a reminder of all the ways he’s failed to be enough of a man and all the things he doesn’t deserve. ]
[ There's been a period of quiet between them — Silco busying himself studying ReSculpt, perhaps deliberately avoiding her after December's events, perhaps not. But when he sees her responding to Vander on the network, he peeks into her room. Not seeing her, he ignores his more cowardly impulses and simply texts instead. ]
[Tellingly, he spends an hour drafting variations on the same message. It goes something like hey, kiddo and are you safe, Powder? are you well, are you happy, are you staying away from danger? It's a thousand questions that he already knows the answers to; common sense deductions based on the facts he already knows. He deletes, retypes, tries again and again until something comes along to drag his attention away from it, unwilling.
In the end, he settles for this: ]
You layering up, like they're saying to? [which doesn't feel adequate at all. Doesn't feel right, or big enough. Silco had warned him not to overwhelm her, like Vander hadn't tried to quell the sensitivity in her since she'd blinked her big blue eyes at him in Felicia's arms. ] Avoiding unnecessary fights?
[ jinx phones him an hour so after she gets his message (half of which she spends listening to said message on repeat and wishing silco had left her something similar, to remember him by — with the smell of him fading from his jacket already). eventually, she adds an extra layer, wrapping a scarf around her throat and mouth.
it muffles her voice now. ]
I need your help carrying scrap from my room to the restaurant.
[the answer is immediate: the ringtone makes him jump, he doesn't even look at the name and just sort of -
hopes. assumes. ]
When? Now?
[she sounds so - different. the rasp to her throat is such a startling change to the soft, high-pitched voice he last remembers her with. she sounds so grown up, a million miles ahead of him in so many ways. ]
[ his voice is the same. the sound of it — big, like him. she just watched him find his things that first day, a crow perched above him. it’s different, interacting with this vander, precisely because he’s exactly as he was, untouched by time, shimmer and hextech.
jinx isn’t. ]
Unless you want to let the shamblers in for some [ imitating sanji ] bouillabaisse first, yeah.
[ a weighty pause. ]
You know where our rooms are, right.
[ our, as if silco is still here. she preserved his room accordingly (apart from the jacket she now wears, hanging off her smaller frame). ]
hmmmmm 🤔 no! u can deliver it to nami at the 🏴☠️ restaurant with flowers 💐 + a sign that says “jinx’s delivery boy” and IF she likes it u can have the watch ⏱️
[ and he will, the watch hanging from her fingertips to prove she held up her end of the bargain, despite her last-minute haggling. also of note: a leather jacket, neatly folded and draped over her arm, at odds with her otherwise haphazard appearance. ]
[ Astarion, for his part, shows up on the dot, holding a gift box and a bouquet, both of which he dutifully hands off to Nami before circling back to the hallway outside the restaurant to claim his prize.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't have questions about the jacket, but— he's gone through trouble to get the watch back, at least by his standards, that he doesn't want to risk blowing it now.
A few days later, a box turns up at Jinx's door containing a perfume bottle. The note that accompanies the fragrance reads: ]
The best I could do for now. If it's not up to snuff, tell me what it's missing, and I'll try again. And thanks for the watch.
[ The day after his final delivery, Jinx slides a note under Astarion’s door, bearing her signature scratchy writing and drawings of two figures, one blue haired and one white doing a sort of hive five manoeuvre. Clearly one of individuals is meant to be Astarion, given the fangs. ]
( dead men tell no tales is perpetual work in progress, but it's in particularly rough shape after zombie month. lots of tarps and half broken furniture — lots of shattered glass in swept up piles, to be cleaned up at a later date. nami focuses in on the work because it's easier than focusing in on the glaring emptiness coming from the kitchen, which is both loud and painful. the point is, in the picture nami sends jinx, the freshly vased flowers (boxed perfumed in frame) are a focal point — not just the center of the picture, but maybe the brightest, happiest thing in the restaurant altogether. nami likes looking at it enough that when she isn't looking at it, she's looking at the picture of it, to prolong the happy feeling. )
you have a very cute delivery boy
( possibly the best way to receive a gift is via cute boy reluctantly bullied to the task. )
eeeeeeh he’s okay wouldn’t wear the sign i made so u knew he wasn’t a weirdo on sight
[ but she — flushes, thumb arcing over her screen, the photo of something good done by her hand. she thinks of nami sharing her scarf. of watching her cry over sanji. of pressing closer to her in the woods. ]
you’re welcome, nami 🩵🧡 i’ll come by the restaurant later got more screws to fix the tables
( from anyone else, she'd take it as a joke — from jinx, she imagines spray paint under her fingernails, a sign drying. she always commits to the bit. )
yes please. i could use your hi-jinx today. by the way, silco stopped by. i invited him. i hope he'll stop by more.
( it doesn't bug nami — pirates are not generally well known for their morals. mind, luffy's pirates are a breed of their own, but jinx knows that. so ... maybe it's a bad gang? maybe he's a bad guy?
he loves jinx, though. takes care of her. nami can forget the rest if that's true, and it is, so she does. )
think he'll give me tips on how to run it? it's cool. i've been in with bad crowds before. do you know the scar on my shoulder? under my tattoo?
i used to have a different tattoo, when i was on a different pirate crew. arlong's crew, really bad news. basically the worst of the worst. he had a 20 million berry bounty on him. lots of stuff happened, but i cut it off and now i have a tattoo just for me 🍊 point is i'm not intimidated by baddies or badness so don't worry about it you're good with him so i'm good with him
on the other hand if you're ever mad at him, i'll pour tabasco in his whiskey 😤
yeah they mean a few things i guess when i was little i one of the things i made hurt people my family sent all these clouds up that’s when i found silco
[ because he didn’t find her. she chose him first. ]
and my sister she told me to set off a blue flare if i ever needed her and she’d find me i thought i lost her that day so i don’t know
luckily luffy already got him that’s how he convinced me to join his dumb crew
( because otherwise, nami had been as prepared as always to go at everything alone. she’d been little when she struck a deal with arlong — maybe as little as jinx was when she adopted silco. it’s interesting, the way they find themselves matching up. nami is also a destructive force, who ruins most things she touches — but she doesn’t see jinx like that, not even close. she’s only ever helped her. )
i guess that’s why you’re half naked all the time she could spot you anywhere
double hah no way. i did ( ahaha... ) something when we were kids that made her hate me forever i think we're okay now but i wasn't sticking around to find out
[ What's he going to tell her? That she's special? There's something there, yeah, some thread of understanding between them he hasn't really felt since Dru, but it's not like he's special to her.
Always gonna be chopped liver when there's someone better waiting in the wings. ]
[ His thoughts scatter in a few directions: the mundanity of it all, as though they weren't in a magical prison weathering the aftershocks of the walking dead; his unwillingness to take instruction from anyone but her; how long it's been since he's really worked with his hands; the pirates, all of them young, all of them eager and grasping; lovely, a joke, but still not a word no one's ever applied to him in seriousness or in jest.
None of it's important.
A minute of searching his phone keyboard, and then: ]
[ It's funny, isn't it. The way the last Silco must have been from another timeline or universe or something, but is the same as this one in every essential way. She screenshotted a reply similar to this, after all, before his number disappeared (the standing man emoji in response to her running girl). Indulgent of her at his core, in a way no one else is. Trying to understand her. Allowing her rainbow splatter to spill over into his monochrome. ]
[ The color's wrong, he thinks, as he looks at those little hearts. Her blue is brighter, more vibrant. Off, a hair, in shade. It doesn't do her justice. But nothing would. ]
Considerate of you.
[ A pause, where a pet name or endearment should be. ]
[ It's odd — he's not a complete stranger to the act of flirtation, but it feels utterly new with her, like a fresh color daubed onto a palette. ]
You underestimate how easily you spark my imagination.
[ A beat — his fingers hover over his phone keyboard, debating the need for clarification. But this isn't that kind of conversation, is it? Skirting more explicit text is half the fun. ]
I doubt the Balfours would notice if we were late to the table.
[ because it seems — impossible, that he would pick her. that he’d want her above the girls fluttering around him here, sweeter and easier than she’ll ever be. ]
[ A deliberate echo in her cadence rather than his, a gossamer layer of affection.
The fact is that he's never wanted anything that was easy, from Zaun's liberation to his love for her, fatal as it is. But it'd be misleading, too, to say that the difficulty is what makes such endeavors worth it. Rather, he's not the type to snatch the first shining thing that's flashed in front of his face. Things that last require a little more work than that. And his love for her has carried through his death, into uncharted territory.
In the morning, they wake with the liquid amber rays of the sun. Light cuts slices across her pale skin, illuminating the clouds tattooed across her arms and torso, setting the blue of her hair into pale flame. All it takes is for her to roll over, as though to begin getting out of bed, for his arms to wind around her and draw her back, slow and warm and gentle in a way she knows he hides and stows away, hints at a soft, vulnerable underbelly that's been scarred before.
Before, they've traded off the reins, one in control while the other submits, but here it's— level. He looks at her with his eyes rounded, glazed over with affection. She's something precious, to be treated accordingly — it doesn't matter that she wouldn't break under pressure. And he wants her to know— that he loves her, treasures her, wants her, feels for her a devotion that had placed her above even the city he loved so much. He knows her thoughts have a tendency to scatter, that she doesn't see herself the way he does. Perfect, always. Best to tell her again (and again, and again) while they have the luxury of time.
For now, despite his earlier guess that they'd merely be late: ]
[ She could say something vulgar, diminishing all he promises her with flippancy. For now, she bites her tongue, indulging the fantasy of remaining curled at his side or bound up in his arms. A new variation on the only place she’s ever been truly safe and loved: Perched atop his lap, head tilted against his own.
(And yet she forgets his promise, by the time she awakes the next morning, or maybe she just doubts it means as much to him as it does to her. Bleary-eyed and lazy with sleep, she looses a soft sound of surprise as he winds her back. For as long as they linger, she can’t stop looking at him looking at her. Kissing and touching until her vision blurs, revisiting every mark she’s ever left on him until he presses inside her, and she can no longer focus on any time but now, any voice in her head but his own. A rumble like the dregs of a surface thunderstorm. She keeps him there when he tries to pull out, guiding his hand to cup her breast beneath his shirt. Warming his cock as she dozes again, back pressed to his chest.)
[ It's bliss. His face nuzzled against the nape of her neck, one arm cushioning her head, the other snaked under her (his) shirt. She's warm against him, around him, the part of her thighs still a little slick, small in the cradle of his frame. He can feel each breath she takes — each inhale, each exhale, every breath matched with another conscious decision to relax, himself. It's tension he's never let go of before — as permanent to his state of being, he'd thought, as the poison that runs through his veins. But she's a miracle to him, always has been.
(He asks her to hold him like this again the next week, an echo still sleep-warm and flushed with desire. I want you. I want to be inside you. In their bed. He keeps odd hours sometimes, they both do, but he doesn't bring anyone else back to their room.)
Want leads them back to wakefulness, soft, sleepy breaths giving way to sighs, stuttering moans. Not possessiveness, strangely, but a statement of fact. He's hers, as absolute a truth as her place in his heart. He helps her wash, after — brushes and braids her hair as she sits between his knees, finishing each strand with a ribbon. It doesn't matter how long it takes. Rather, the time and effort are the point. ]
the pot doesn't look that bad to me. nothing that can't be fixed. how'd you like flying solo in the kitchen? i'm back now to boss you around. all my knives are in the wrong places.
[ she should be happy sanji’s back — and she is — but she also feels bad, in a way she hadn’t for killing those councillors or the fireflies or the enforcers. the closest thing in her memory is ekko’s hands on her throat, a wet gleam in his eyes —
it’s funny. she hadn’t thought it was wrong until that post had made her seem like the villain. for the first time, she thought she’d done something right. took care of nami. made her happy when she was sad. it figures that she was ruining everything, like always, without even knowing it. ]
the pot’s pretty bad, chef ruins anything u put it in it u can throw it out im sure penelope will give u a new one maybe even a better one
[ *portia. also, this is a metaphor. you can throw her out and get a new sous chef, sanji. a better one. ]
fixing stuff defeats the purpose of days off. i haven't been pulling my weight. i've gotta catch up. just show me what to hammer and i'll put something together.
i was gonna make zoro do the work for me after you left.
[ glossing over that idiot's near catatonic state despite sanji being perfectly fine now — ]
?? i didn't say that. i'm doing you a favor. you've been handling the kitchen all by yourself. i didn't exactly prep you very well, either, but i heard you did a decent job. you didn't abandon the restaurant. so, thanks.
[ nami and i. a crack that wedges wider. several minutes go by without a reply. ]
this is nami's restaurant. she does the hiring and the firing. and if she fired you, we'd have a major problem because i don't want anyone else as my sous chef. don't be stupid. nami likes you. so do i.
the only thing that's not fine is that the restaurant's not open and you put all my knives in the wrong place. stop being shitty about taking a vacation. let me get my kitchen in order. go pick some asparagus if you want something to do.
don’t blame him. he’s not the one that fucked up. i couldn’t take care of things myself after i left. he had to do it. it’s not his fault he doesn’t want to be around after that.
jinx. thanks. for doing what i asked. for taking care of nami. i'm glad she had you. i didn't want her to be alone.
[ Arguably a useless text, all in all, merely a statement of intention, but— proof of her place in his orbit, or rather his orbit around her. His endeavors are hers to at the very least be aware of. ]
[ Quickly, to the point that he stops in the middle of a hallway to tap out his response: ]
Of course not.
It may be an opportunity for a little business. I've seen staff coming and going, but if patterns hold, they'll grow tired of it before the month is out. Easy pickings.
[ Praise, as attentively given as always. Then, momentarily: ]
I'd like that.
I was actually hoping you'd help make a sign to mount outside: "THE HEX CLUB".
[ Hex, a play on her name — devotion, as thick as blood — on top of a reference to her knack for invention and construction, with her hand in the sign itself a mark of their shared lives. Something for them, for her, in the end. ]
[ A hex, a jinx, a curse. She resists her instinctive, destructive urge to reject the overture. To say, that’s a dumb name ‘cause she can’t recall the word ruinous in that moment.
Instead, she allows herself to sit with it. To be chosen and loved for all to see. ]
i like it ✨
[ another echo. i’d like that. i like it. i like you. ]
pick a colour 🎨 and i’ll go from there
[ There’ll be more than one, obviously, but the signature hue — she wants that to come from Silco. A piece of him, to match the piece of her. ]
[ As her text marks the end of a little pause, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. (Who else holds that kind of power over him?) ]
( because she has no real desire to meet jinx (lie, she desperately wants to know what she looks like), buffy puts in an effort to show up to the restaurant when she isn't there. of course, it's sensitive, timing wise. it's a bitch to try and find the place and she can't risk losing it again, and she doesn't even know what a jinx looks like. ultimately, whether jinx is around or not, buffy leaves a present with the orange haired girl up front. the thing is.
she couldn't find another lion stuffed animal, which is an inconsistency she doesn't allow herself to think will bite her in the ass. mister linus stays permanently, scandalously, in her bed, where he belongs. instead, she found what she believes is the next best thing. it comes with a hastily scribbled note. )
we're just talking. alina and i are friends. [ citation needed ]
besides, there's obviously something else happening here, which you would notice if you stopped thinking about killing her for a minute or two. you could've drowned me in the sink the first time my brain went rotten on you, but you didn't. so don't tell me this is how you do things.
yeah. i'm sorry that you had to be left. but i'm not sorry that you weren't there at the end.
[ ... ]
come on, that's stupid. i'm right here. we're having a very important conversation about why you shouldn't blow alina's head off. i don't want her to die anymore than i'd ever want you to die. just the thought of you not being around is shittier than your dishwashing skills.
i want you to be happy. nami makes you happy. and you make nami even happier.
that's just because i don't want alina to die doesn't mean i care about her more than anyone else. i love nami. i've loved her since the second i saw her walk into the baratie, before i even spoke to her. i knew from that moment on that i wanted to be with her forever. there's nothing that could ever make me stop loving her. i know nami doesn't believe that, and you don't believe that, but it doesn't make it any less true. i don't think nami even likes to hear it from me. but it's still true, and it always will be. even if you make her happier than i do.
[koby's a mess after the run-in with tim, bandaged up and banged around, concussed and a little woozy. so it takes him longer than he means it to, getting the little to-go container of froyo and nestling it into a cooler with an ice pack because he's considerate that way, and who knows where jinx is right now. hopefully not committing murder.
he tucks a couple types of candy in too, little plastic to-go cups from the restaurant, making sure to put extra sour twizzlers, because he's read the entire group chat four times while resting. on top, a note:] It's more fun to put the stuff in yourself. I really hope you're not in the Mario Kart prison. If you aren't, next time I'll get this with you.
[ so what if saber’s hand on her throat reminded her of vi and vander both? it won’t be the last time someone tries to choke her out. ]
most stuff hurts vampires they just heal quick like i do if it’s not wood or really really bad or whatever armand almost killed spike just tearing him up before
Please be careful around him, Jinx. He's Wrong. Something is very wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can feel he's dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt.
[a relief; koby never wants to endorse murder, but saber pings all his radar in a way that makes his skin crawl.]
We do. I'll dig around, see what I can find out. Don't give near him until I have an idea of his weak spots, though. I mean it. If you get hurt, Silco will tear the house apart and the crew and I will help.
[ The morning before the Hex Club opens, Silco leaves an envelope on Jinx's pillow. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, studded with diamonds, as well as a note: ]
Well, yeah. You ever been under the effect of a love spell, Blue? Know blokes who've stepped in front of trains for girls they hadn't laid eyes on ten minutes beforehand. And plenty worse
Didn't exactly see you running to my rescue while half the manor threatened to kill me
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that all to say, when the name flashes on her screen, jinx recognises it distantly. the councilor with the pretty face, daughter of the warlord come to play at conquering. ]
the one and only
daughter of darkness
villainess of the undercity
the monster of all monsters
got a screw loose? i’ll put it to use
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no subject
and she was just a girl. )
I see you've fashioned yourself new monikers. I'd have your posters amended with the titles, but it seems we're both a little caught up in this new trap.
You seem to be fairing well here thus far.
no subject
[ a beat. ]
it’s pretty cushy compared to what i know
what with the breathable air and all
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It's hard to enact any change when half the council is dead.
mild s2 spoilers, cw: gas attacks / violence.
[ the way the council always wanted, silco would say. ]
which is pretty low, even for topsiders
but i guess that’s why u kept control of the vents, right? just in case u needed to put us down
u shoulda been there the day u let the gray back in
the kids who didn’t grow up breathing any of that shit? boy, they were ones hit the hardest
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she almost forgot about that plan. her mind has been elsewhere, lately, she forgot the exact methods by which caitlyn had planned her strike team.
she rubs her temples.
a part of her still knows her duty. she's a councilor. they're meant to be united.
in public.
this isn't Piltover. this isn't the masses. she thinks to Jayce and his direct action and the very near peace he almost achieved just speaking to Silco one to one. )
We are a council. We run by majority vote.
I was outvoted.
This is what I had hoped to avoid. What I was barely managing to hold back until the actions taken at the memorial pushed cooler tempers out of my reach.
I truly am sorry.
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to jinx, topsiders are a monolith — set apart by their privilege and cruelty. none have ever cared for her, not even the one who barnacled onto her sister in her reeking desperation. they certainly don’t care for the people of zaun. silco always knew that.
an apology doesn’t change that. it doesn’t mean anything. it’s just — there, looking at her. it takes a long moment for her to face it and reply. ]
i didn’t have anything to do with the memorial
besides, well, yknow
[ her status as the reason it was held in the first place. ]
what was ur plan?
hunt me down all by my lonesome?
no subject
You aren't the only target. The memorial made it evident you aren't the only threat.
The team was meant to target the individual threats quickly and directly. To prevent near all out war.
( and by final admission- )
And yes. To target you, specifically. ( she's just a child. she did all of that on her own? )
You did kill people, Jinx. That can't be overlooked. ( who is she trying to remind? Jinx or herself? )
no subject
a whole lot more people than u know
but u started it
or ur council did
left us to rot
killed my mom and dad
took my sister
[ and silco, even though she fired the gun. he should have just given her up. ]
gonna arrest me now, sparkles?
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I'd like it to end.
And no. Of course not. I simply wanted to know the girl that's been terrorizing Piltover. But this place isn't our home. And I suspect that means you have less reason to repeat your actions from before in this place.
Unless you plan to try to finish your work with me?
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besides, i hear u would come back anyway
[ she did read koby’s post, eventually. and she rereads mel’s messages now. the cycle of violence. what does she want, if not more pain? ]
we could meet for real
if u want
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but also... )
I think that might be a good idea. While we both have a semblance of peace.
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there’s a store outside
[ jinx has maybe been enjoying the fresh air. blue skies, even with the winter chill on the crowds, a sight that belonged to piltover alone back home.
and people will be there, so mel won’t worry about being murdered or whatever. ]
dear blueberry pie
trying out some blue recipes.
need a taste tester.
let me know what you think.
i'll know if you're lying.
💙 — text.
jinx hasn't been gifted something like this in a long time. a thing not to be used but consumed. a treat, like the ones that the rich girls she watched from the rooftops would trash without thinking.
she only eats one. the other she wraps up, saving it. ]
do u always make sweet things?
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not always. my job is making sure my crew gets fed and fed well, and you can't really stay strong and healthy if you only eat sweets.
so i cook lots of different things for them. they all have their favorites.
your favorite?
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[ lucky break, sanji. ]
ur crew? are they here?
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why do you want to know?
they're pirates. i'm sure you'll find them eventually.
or they'll find you.
what kind of sweets? there are more than i can count, and some people are picky eaters.
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[ it takes her a moment to reply, unsure how much to say to one who seems accustomed to this life of luxury. ]
there aren’t in the undercity
anything that needs light or fresh air
we don’t get that down in the fissures
[ cow’s milk, butterfly pea — that’s all for topsiders only, unless it gets smuggled underground. ]
so i dunno
whatever i can get
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[ is he being serious? it's more likely than you think. ]
well, i'll tell you what you need to do then. open a damn book and start looking at recipes.
if you know how to read, that is. if you don't, there are pictures. just tell me which ones look best to you, and i'll make them.
you try them, and tell me what you think.
i'm trying to curate a dessert menu here.
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and write 🙄
[ easier to say that than focus on him entertaining her thoughts and opinions. ]
but ok
i’ll help i guess
if u make me ur favourite too
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how good are you at identifying flowers?
i need you to run an errand for me.
my favorite? i have lots.
i'll make you one of my favorite dessert and tea pairings. you'll have to come by and get it though, because tea can only be served fresh.
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[ no sun, no flowers :( ]
but if i have pictures, sure
only fair in exchange for tea served fresh by mr chef
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i need this. it's a gentian flower, and i use the root for flavoring drinks.
they grow out in the maze. i'm busy prepping for a date, though. ♥
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and i dont have a crew anymore
just silco
[ and she only just got him back. ]
no way 😱
you got a boyfriend, chef???
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fuck his boyfriend too ]
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3/3
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then why is ur un lovecock?
how is she girlfriend slash wife
are u proposing
do u have a ring
oh that’s the surprise! duh
is it big?????? 💍✨
i snagged a bunch from the faire if u think it isn’t good enough be honest
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im from zaun, the undercity
they’re from above ground, and they hate us
me especially 🙊
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stay out of my goddamn business pipsqueak.
can't imagine why anyone would hate you. bring me the flower and we'll have tea.
and then you can tell me what dessert you want me to make. there are cookbooks in the library.
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heard, chef
[ for now. she can’t tell if he’s joking about not believing people would hate her over text. even before she took to explosive retaliation, vi and her friends found her annoying, so. ]
ill see what looks good
give u a real challenge
[ starting with the most elaborate dessert. ]
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Inside is half the contents of a Hot Topic from the year 2000 in pink and blue - just a variety of emo girl outfit accessories and a slightly more formalwear-appropriate dress.
In addition he's straight up stolen shit from rooms around the house that he thought she might like: the pink and blue from some artistically inclined guest's set of paint markers; a bottle of blue curacao from one of the increasing numbers of bars; body glitter and butterfly hairclips from someone else's bedroom; some christmas lights he straight up unplugged, fuck seasonal decor ig; a copy of "Adventure Stories for Boys" from Jonty's study; shiny wrapped candies; citrus fruits (someone said these were the correct gift); and coal (someone also said this was the correct gift).
He went for quantity over knowing what the fuck he was doing so it's a literal mixed bag. But then, it's the first time there's been an occasion just for giving her things. ]
backstage @ wally's drag show.
backstage, the incessant bustle of the other performers has no effect on him; sanji cut his teeth in volcanic kitchens and around pirates in their roughest and most ravenous states. a hungry pirate finds his motivation quicker than any promise of treasure, and he’d learned to fight as a necessary skill just as he’d learned to blend flavors and leave no parts of an animal to waste.
he crosses his long legs, his slippers on the floor as he lifts one foot to examine a bright pink shoe — making someone inconveniently sidestep his heels. ]
Lobster. [ he holds his cigarette over an overly full ashtray. ] Or chicken? I’d have to kill the lobster onstage. Did you eat?
[ he gestures toward the table laden with fussy snacks — shrimp tartlets, honey-mint lamb skewers, chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt — and tries not to look at the fresh tangerine slices decorating the punch bowl. every thought of nami is a new cut across his tender heart, a reminder of all the ways he’s failed to be enough of a man and all the things he doesn’t deserve. ]
un: silco
It seems Vander has joined us here.
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she types and deletes:
does he hate me
is he okay
are you?
in the rafters of the topmost sitting room, she settles on: ]
have u seen him
[ because he seems more like himself than he had when she saw him last, even under viktor’s care. ]
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Whatever our past, we can agree that what you want is the most important thing.
[ Even if that means a truce in the manor. ]
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me
he doesn’t even know me
[ he knows powder. ]
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Perhaps he'd like to get to know you.
I can manage a truce, if that's what you want.
Or I can kill him repeatedly until he leaves us alone.
@vander - voicenote.
In the end, he settles for this: ]
You layering up, like they're saying to? [which doesn't feel adequate at all. Doesn't feel right, or big enough. Silco had warned him not to overwhelm her, like Vander hadn't tried to quell the sensitivity in her since she'd blinked her big blue eyes at him in Felicia's arms. ] Avoiding unnecessary fights?
📞 — callback.
it muffles her voice now. ]
I need your help carrying scrap from my room to the restaurant.
[ … ]
The Straw Hats are staying there.
[ and she’s gonna protect them. ]
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hopes. assumes. ]
When? Now?
[she sounds so - different. the rasp to her throat is such a startling change to the soft, high-pitched voice he last remembers her with. she sounds so grown up, a million miles ahead of him in so many ways. ]
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jinx isn’t. ]
Unless you want to let the shamblers in for some [ imitating sanji ] bouillabaisse first, yeah.
[ a weighty pause. ]
You know where our rooms are, right.
[ our, as if silco is still here. she preserved his room accordingly (apart from the jacket she now wears, hanging off her smaller frame). ]
✉️ text — un: astarion.
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oh yeah?
smells nice and everything 🍊
it’s gotta be good for nami 😤
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[ Or, more accurately, he wouldn't risk not getting that pocket watch back. ]
Shall I bring it to breakfast?
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hmmmmm 🤔
no!
u can deliver it to nami at the 🏴☠️ restaurant
with flowers 💐
+ a sign that says “jinx’s delivery boy”
and IF she likes it
u can have the watch ⏱️
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Delivery with flowers, and I'll make a secondary scent for you; no sign, and you hand off the watch outside the restaurant.
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sounds like u don’t actually want the watch that much 😔
it’s kinda old fashioned anyway i get it
i can scrap it no problem
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That's quite a shame. I rather think Nami would have liked the perfume, but I suppose she'll have to go without.
1/?
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aaaaaaastarioooooon
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im just playing!!!
we've got a deal
delivery, flowers, two perfumes, handoff
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And what sort of scent would the little lady like to wear?
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i dunno
well
maybe
if i give u something
could u make it smell like that?
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Bring it to me with with watch? I promise not to dawdle.
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see u at the restaurant
8 SHARP ‼️
[ and he will, the watch hanging from her fingertips to prove she held up her end of the bargain, despite her last-minute haggling. also of note: a leather jacket, neatly folded and draped over her arm, at odds with her otherwise haphazard appearance. ]
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He'd be lying if he said he didn't have questions about the jacket, but— he's gone through trouble to get the watch back, at least by his standards, that he doesn't want to risk blowing it now.
A few days later, a box turns up at Jinx's door containing a perfume bottle. The note that accompanies the fragrance reads: ]
🎀
NICE WORK, FANGS 🧛🏻
[ That’s “thank you” in Jinx speak. ]
text — un: NAMI-SWAN
you have a very cute delivery boy
( possibly the best way to receive a gift is via cute boy reluctantly bullied to the task. )
thanks jinxy 🧡💙
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wouldn’t wear the sign i made so u knew he wasn’t a weirdo on sight
[ but she — flushes, thumb arcing over her screen, the photo of something good done by her hand. she thinks of nami sharing her scarf. of watching her cry over sanji. of pressing closer to her in the woods. ]
you’re welcome, nami 🩵🧡
i’ll come by the restaurant later
got more screws to fix the tables
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you know i did almost deck him
( from anyone else, she'd take it as a joke — from jinx, she imagines spray paint under her fingernails, a sign drying. she always commits to the bit. )
yes please. i could use your hi-jinx today.
by the way, silco stopped by. i invited him. i hope he'll stop by more.
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that’s just what boys get for not listening to their betters 💅🏻
[ GIRLS. ]
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that’s nice
of you, i mean
[ she knows why silco will have come by, and it has nothing to do with being nice. ]
he also ran a bar
in the fissures
and a gang
[ ahem. ]
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he loves jinx, though. takes care of her. nami can forget the rest if that's true, and it is, so she does. )
think he'll give me tips on how to run it?
it's cool. i've been in with bad crowds before. do you know the scar on my shoulder? under my tattoo?
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ur pretty convincing 😏
[ 🥰 ]
we might be the baddest crowd yet.
but yeah
i know it.
[ and isn’t that strange? to know someone intimately and personally. ]
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i used to have a different tattoo, when i was on a different pirate crew. arlong's crew, really bad news. basically the worst of the worst. he had a 20 million berry bounty on him.
lots of stuff happened, but i cut it off and now i have a tattoo just for me 🍊
point is i'm not intimidated by baddies or badness so don't worry about it
you're good with him so i'm good with him
on the other hand if you're ever mad at him, i'll pour tabasco in his whiskey
😤
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okay okay
i think ur tattoo’s extra cute now 💙
did u kill him?
should we kill him?
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do yours mean anything?
i like them ☁️
hmmm
why? you wanna do something about it?
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doing something abt it 💥
[ she hesitates, then — ]
yeah
they mean a few things i guess
when i was little i
one of the things i made hurt people
my family
sent all these clouds up
that’s when i found silco
[ because he didn’t find her. she chose him first. ]
and my sister
she told me to set off a blue flare if i ever needed her
and she’d find me
i thought i lost her that day so
i don’t know
[ it was a way to keep her around. ]
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that’s how he convinced me to join his dumb crew
( because otherwise, nami had been as prepared as always to go at everything alone. she’d been little when she struck a deal with arlong — maybe as little as jinx was when she adopted silco. it’s interesting, the way they find themselves matching up. nami is also a destructive force, who ruins most things she touches — but she doesn’t see jinx like that, not even close. she’s only ever helped her. )
i guess that’s why you’re half naked all the time
she could spot you anywhere
( a light attempt at humor. )
you know i have a big sister too
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[ if only vi liked what she saw, once she found her. ]
u do?
r u close?
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no way. i did ( ahaha... ) something when we were kids that made her hate me forever
i think we're okay now but i wasn't sticking around to find out
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it’s the same with my sister vi
i don’t think she likes the person i am now
guess it’s just u and me here tho
and i like u
and u like me
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we have good taste unlike some sisters in the world
i can't imagine not liking you
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(she’ll wear it out. she’ll scratch the surface. she knows it, but for now —) ]
lucky me
[ impossible, when she’s the bad luck bitch, and yet. ]
hey
u free later?
think i need a better look at ur cute tattoo 🥰
[ at all of her again, before she messes it up.]
text 🩸 @SPIKE
Much as I've enjoyed being relegated to the dusty floor, I think I need to find my own digs now that your daddy's home
1/2
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it was my room first anyway
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Just figured I'd tell you before taking off. But it's not like I care what you think or anything
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or u wouldn’t ditch me
jerk
🖕
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ur already biting that wolf girl anyway
talk about canoodling 🖕🖕🖕
[ she READS the network. and that’s the same girl who had FUN with silco 🤢 ]
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my 👇
number 📞
1/2
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Always gonna be chopped liver when there's someone better waiting in the wings. ]
Whatever. See you around. Or not
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✉️ text — un: silco.
[ As if it weren't already a done deal. ]
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first vander
now u
u worried i’m gonna make a run for it or something?
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not so fast 🚷
u can be my lovely assistant silco
just wear something u don’t mind getting dirty tomorrow
[ fancy man. ]
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None of it's important.
A minute of searching his phone keyboard, and then: ]
🆗
1/2
💙🖤💙
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wouldnt want u roughing up those hands 😘
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Considerate of you.
[ A pause, where a pet name or endearment should be. ]
I suppose we'll match.
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i’ll have to borrow something from u next time
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bet u can think of something that’d suit me
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[ Which is just as much the truth, his shirts appealingly large on her frame, as it is something to tie them together to outside eyes. ]
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more time to sleep in before breakfast too
[ if she doesn’t bother getting dressed. ]
tho it might give u ideas 😈
[ of what they could be doing instead of joining the rest of the guests. ]
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You underestimate how easily you spark my imagination.
[ A beat — his fingers hover over his phone keyboard, debating the need for clarification. But this isn't that kind of conversation, is it? Skirting more explicit text is half the fun. ]
I doubt the Balfours would notice if we were late to the table.
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[ because it seems — impossible, that he would pick her. that he’d want her above the girls fluttering around him here, sweeter and easier than she’ll ever be. ]
guess you’ll have to show me
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[ A deliberate echo in her cadence rather than his, a gossamer layer of affection.
The fact is that he's never wanted anything that was easy, from Zaun's liberation to his love for her, fatal as it is. But it'd be misleading, too, to say that the difficulty is what makes such endeavors worth it. Rather, he's not the type to snatch the first shining thing that's flashed in front of his face. Things that last require a little more work than that. And his love for her has carried through his death, into uncharted territory.
In the morning, they wake with the liquid amber rays of the sun. Light cuts slices across her pale skin, illuminating the clouds tattooed across her arms and torso, setting the blue of her hair into pale flame. All it takes is for her to roll over, as though to begin getting out of bed, for his arms to wind around her and draw her back, slow and warm and gentle in a way she knows he hides and stows away, hints at a soft, vulnerable underbelly that's been scarred before.
Before, they've traded off the reins, one in control while the other submits, but here it's— level. He looks at her with his eyes rounded, glazed over with affection. She's something precious, to be treated accordingly — it doesn't matter that she wouldn't break under pressure. And he wants her to know— that he loves her, treasures her, wants her, feels for her a devotion that had placed her above even the city he loved so much. He knows her thoughts have a tendency to scatter, that she doesn't see herself the way he does. Perfect, always. Best to tell her again (and again, and again) while they have the luxury of time.
For now, despite his earlier guess that they'd merely be late: ]
I trust you'll be fine until lunch.
🔞
(And yet she forgets his promise, by the time she awakes the next morning, or maybe she just doubts it means as much to him as it does to her. Bleary-eyed and lazy with sleep, she looses a soft sound of surprise as he winds her back. For as long as they linger, she can’t stop looking at him looking at her. Kissing and touching until her vision blurs, revisiting every mark she’s ever left on him until he presses inside her, and she can no longer focus on any time but now, any voice in her head but his own. A rumble like the dregs of a surface thunderstorm. She keeps him there when he tries to pull out, guiding his hand to cup her breast beneath his shirt. Warming his cock as she dozes again, back pressed to his chest.)
Eventually, ]
as long as u keep me busy, boss
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(He asks her to hold him like this again the next week, an echo still sleep-warm and flushed with desire. I want you. I want to be inside you. In their bed. He keeps odd hours sometimes, they both do, but he doesn't bring anyone else back to their room.)
Want leads them back to wakefulness, soft, sleepy breaths giving way to sighs, stuttering moans. Not possessiveness, strangely, but a statement of fact. He's hers, as absolute a truth as her place in his heart. He helps her wash, after — brushes and braids her hair as she sits between his knees, finishing each strand with a ribbon. It doesn't matter how long it takes. Rather, the time and effort are the point. ]
Always.
text — un: LOVECOOK
how'd you like flying solo in the kitchen? i'm back now to boss you around. all my knives are in the wrong places.
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it’s funny. she hadn’t thought it was wrong until that post had made her seem like the villain. for the first time, she thought she’d done something right. took care of nami. made her happy when she was sad. it figures that she was ruining everything, like always, without even knowing it. ]
the pot’s pretty bad, chef
ruins anything u put it in it
u can throw it out
im sure penelope will give u a new one
maybe even a better one
[ *portia. also, this is a metaphor. you can throw her out and get a new sous chef, sanji. a better one. ]
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i like that pot. i'll show you a trick to fix it right up. after dinner though, because it'll make the place smell like vinegar.
you want to take a couple days off?
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im sorry
u don’t want to see me? ]
ok
i have some more stuff to fix
but i wont come in the kitchen
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i haven't been pulling my weight. i've gotta catch up.
just show me what to hammer and i'll put something together.
go do something fun. i'll handle the kitchen.
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like ur job isn’t
[ huff huff huff ]
just say u don’t want me around
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[ glossing over that idiot's near catatonic state despite sanji being perfectly fine now — ]
??
i didn't say that. i'm doing you a favor. you've been handling the kitchen all by yourself.
i didn't exactly prep you very well, either, but i heard you did a decent job. you didn't abandon the restaurant. so, thanks.
1/2
[ does he think she's so easily replaced? that her skills are based in brawn alone? it stings. ]
i havent
the restaurant wasnt even open while u were gone dummy
nami and i were just cleaning up the damage
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i know ur mad at me
just fire me like u want to
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this is nami's restaurant. she does the hiring and the firing.
and if she fired you, we'd have a major problem because i don't want anyone else as my sous chef.
don't be stupid. nami likes you.
so do i.
the only thing that's not fine is that the restaurant's not open and you put all my knives in the wrong place. stop being shitty about taking a vacation.
let me get my kitchen in order. go pick some asparagus if you want something to do.
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and SHUT UP abt this vacation i dont want one
i wouldnt ditch nami now anyway 😤
she had a hard enough time without u and zoro
[ because that idiot wasn’t around either. ]
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don't complain to me because you were too stubborn to listen.
[ u little shitbag!!!!!!!! ]
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don’t blame him. he’s not the one that fucked up.
i couldn’t take care of things myself after i left. he had to do it.
it’s not his fault he doesn’t want to be around after that.
jinx. thanks. for doing what i asked.
for taking care of nami.
i'm glad she had you. i didn't want her to be alone.
1/2
so just try not to do anything stupid again before i get there
2/2
✉️ text — un: silco.
I was thinking of taking it.
[ Arguably a useless text, all in all, merely a statement of intention, but— proof of her place in his orbit, or rather his orbit around her. His endeavors are hers to at the very least be aware of. ]
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ur not going anywhere
right
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Of course not.
It may be an opportunity for a little business. I've seen staff coming and going, but if patterns hold, they'll grow tired of it before the month is out. Easy pickings.
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done lazing around with the piggies huh
[ rich and foolish, topsiders of another kind. ]
what’s the idea
or is it a secret
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[ Implicit: no secrets, not from her. ]
There's a gap between the house's default state and the club below. A niche to be filled, if we play our cards right.
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uh huh
supply and demand or whatever
u want my help clearing the space?
[ of people, of things. she’s good at that.]
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[ Praise, as attentively given as always. Then, momentarily: ]
I'd like that.
I was actually hoping you'd help make a sign to mount outside: "THE HEX CLUB".
[ Hex, a play on her name — devotion, as thick as blood — on top of a reference to her knack for invention and construction, with her hand in the sign itself a mark of their shared lives. Something for them, for her, in the end. ]
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Instead, she allows herself to sit with it. To be chosen and loved for all to see. ]
i like it ✨
[ another echo. i’d like that. i like it. i like you. ]
pick a colour 🎨
and i’ll go from there
[ There’ll be more than one, obviously, but the signature hue — she wants that to come from Silco. A piece of him, to match the piece of her. ]
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Gold. Like a prize.
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now just make sure not to hire anyone u like too much huh
[ or else 🥰 ]
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And to think I'd meant to give you a key.
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obviously
🎀
🖤💙
🎁 delivery.
she couldn't find another lion stuffed animal, which is an inconsistency she doesn't allow herself to think will bite her in the ass. mister linus stays permanently, scandalously, in her bed, where he belongs. instead, she found what she believes is the next best thing. it comes with a hastily scribbled note. )
text — un: LOVECOOK
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[ via murder 🙏 ]
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i told u how i do things
not my fault ur too busy flirting with alina to listen
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besides, there's obviously something else happening here, which you would notice if you stopped thinking about killing her for a minute or two. you could've drowned me in the sink the first time my brain went rotten on you, but you didn't. so don't tell me this is how you do things.
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[ die. ]
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i’m doing them both a favour
1/2
2/2
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u left
[ both of them, but jinx — he walked out of that kitchen and didn’t come back, same as every guy before him. ]
and ur still not back
[ because he doesn’t ever tell the truth of how he feels, except when another girl is involved ]
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but i'm not sorry that you weren't there at the end.
[ ... ]
come on, that's stupid.
i'm right here. we're having a very important conversation about why you shouldn't blow alina's head off.
i don't want her to die anymore than i'd ever want you to die. just the thought of you not being around is shittier than your dishwashing skills.
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except now
because u care about this girl more than anybody else
what makes her so special???
nami’s the best girl there is
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that's
just because i don't want alina to die doesn't mean i care about her more than anyone else.
i love nami. i've loved her since the second i saw her walk into the baratie, before i even spoke to her. i knew from that moment on that i wanted to be with her forever. there's nothing that could ever make me stop loving her.
i know nami doesn't believe that, and you don't believe that, but it doesn't make it any less true.
i don't think nami even likes to hear it from me. but it's still true, and it always will be. even if you make her happier than i do.
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ur girlfriend will come back from the dead just like u did
and silco
and everybody else
so figure out what u want
and do more than talk about it next time
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you're determined not to be happy anyway, you shitty little loquat.
[ takes one to know one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]
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no read receipt. she’s busy. ]
delivery; probably while she's shooting spike's dick off
he tucks a couple types of candy in too, little plastic to-go cups from the restaurant, making sure to put extra sour twizzlers, because he's read the entire group chat four times while resting. on top, a note:] It's more fun to put the stuff in yourself. I really hope you're not in the Mario Kart prison. If you aren't, next time I'll get this with you.
-- Koby
✉️ text — an hour after the wedding.
twizzlers r a nice touch 👌
i only shot spike and that annoying guy btw
if u were worried about elaine
[ alina…….. ]
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You aren't hurt, right? Which one is the annoying one?
You brought a gun to the wedding.
Well.
I didn't realize those could hurt vampires.
1/2 (cw refs to choking)
i recover fast
[ so what if saber’s hand on her throat reminded her of vi and vander both? it won’t be the last time someone tries to choke her out. ]
most stuff hurts vampires
they just heal quick like i do if it’s not wood or really really bad or whatever
armand almost killed spike just tearing him up before
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he pissed off silco in the chat
thinks he’s hot just bc he kills people like no one else ever has lol
[ most (???) people haven’t jinx ]
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I'm not a fan.
Was he the one who hurt you?
I'm
Not saying I'm glad you hurt him back, but
I'm glad you won.
I'm sorry I missed it, I'm on strict bed rest orders, still, unless it's an emergency.
[obviously froyo is an emergency.]
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he what
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He hasn't done anything, don't worry.
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[ she needs to figure out what edge this guy has.
and then kill him. ]
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Wrong. Something is very wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can feel he's dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt.
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u help me figure that out
and i’ll deal with him real smart
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Do you want me to?
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i know killing people wont stick here
so thats not what im after
but we gotta be able to handle him
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We do. I'll dig around, see what I can find out.
Don't give near him until I have an idea of his weak spots, though. I mean it.
If you get hurt, Silco will tear the house apart and the crew and I will help.
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and harder to kill 💀
so don’t worry ☝️
just rest up now okay
i’ll bring u froyo next time 🫶
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[firm, concussed, accompanied by that little nudge of something warm and sweet and fond, against the edge of her mind.]
But okay. Deal.
I like granola on mine. [basic.]
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[ aka healthy. ]
promise i won’t let him get that close okay
get better koby 🩵
📦 delivery.
✨
—worn all over the house, not just while on board duty. ]
text 🩸 @SPIKE
It was just a spell, Jinx.
From those stupid gifts we got last month.
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a spell that stopped u from caring how ur stupid wife treated me
and nami
and made u lie to sanji about me
[ die. ]
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Didn't exactly see you running to my rescue while half the manor threatened to kill me
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[ downfired… dickfired… ]
i didn’t want u to get hurt like last time
that’s all
[ with armand. ]
1/2
I get you.
Really. Been a minute since anyone did some solid violence on my behalf.
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Sorry I lied to Sanji about you. He's still a wanker, though
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we kissed about it
[ human embodiment of 👌 ]
that girl buffy protected u lots too
even tho she says ur mean