In Relentless Pursuit of Our Happy Ending

by danigotthots

Summary:

She looks down at fists that she can’t believe are her own, then wheezes, her body feeling unfamiliar, like it belongs to a stranger. Her hand wraps itself around her sister’s neck and her mind begs her to stop, because this is never what she has ever wanted any part of this to come to. She was supposed to protect the woman beneath her, that is what she has always tried to do, and this is not that. Vi feels sick to her stomach– she doesn’t know how everything in her life managed to fall apart so quickly, but she just wants time to freeze for a moment so she can pick up the broken, jagged pieces to find what is left that can be salvaged. She wants to cry, she wants to scream, but she keeps swinging, and she has no idea why or how to put her fists down.

Notes:

• For DarkkJade (Theanonymouskitten).

Hi, I'm back with another "Season Two Fucked Up A Lot of Stuff For Me" fic. It is, essentially, plot-less porn that vaguely follows the events of season 2 but with them fucking more, because they totally fucked, and it is not the most kind to Caitlyn in terms of characterization.

Anyway, if you're still down, I hope you enjoy. If you're not, I'll catch you next time! Happy Holidays!

At some point or another, Vi is really hoping that she will wake up from the nightmare she seems to have stumbled into.

 

She told herself she was ready for this just moments prior to entering the dilapidated temple that serves as her sister’s choice of battlefield. She looked Caitlyn in the face and promised her that she could handle this, she told herself the same thing, and she reminds herself of that as she fights against her own little sister while Caitlyn fends off Sevika. A gunshot echoes through the space, and Vi glances to the side just long enough to watch Sevika stumble back for just a moment before she forces herself forward, ignoring the bullet wound in her shoulder as some small gremlin in a miner’s hat throws herself onto Caitlyn’s back. She keeps mentally reciting the promise that she had made about being strong enough to do whatever it takes, and that gets her through until she shakes her head and blinks while she realizes that she is on top of her sister and swinging down at her while the smaller woman lays back on a dirty old altar. Suddenly, it all feels like she is watching everything from a distance, like it is all happening to someone else. She looks down at fists that she can’t believe are her own, then wheezes, her body feeling unfamiliar, like it belongs to a stranger. Her hand wraps itself around her sister’s neck and her mind begs her to stop, because this is never what she has ever wanted any part of this to come to. She was supposed to protect the woman beneath her, that is what she has always tried to do, and this is not that. Vi feels sick to her stomach– she doesn’t know how everything in her life managed to fall apart so quickly, but she just wants time to freeze for a moment so she can pick up the broken, jagged pieces to find what is left that can be salvaged. She wants to cry, she wants to scream, but she keeps swinging, and she has no idea why or how to put her fists down.

 

“Do it,” Jinx gasps, looking up at Vi with unmeasured pain and bone-deep disappointment lacing her gaze as she watches Vi raise her hand, ready to rain down another strike. “I’m glad it’s you. It had to be you.” With a tired, barely-there grin, her sister closes her eyes, blood leaking from her nose as her body goes limp, and it is all so wrong that Vi pauses, shaking her head in disbelief. 

 

“Wait,” Vi whispers in horror as she flinches back from her sister; the whole situation is sickeningly familiar in a way she can’t let herself think about, and she scrambles as she tries to get some sort of distance, just enough for her to be able to breathe, to think. Her knee slides up as she leans back, and she releases Jinx’s throat right as her knee presses against the younger woman’s crotch. Her eyes widen as Jinx grinds herself down against her leg, her entire world coming to a screeching halt when her sister’s mouth opens and a softly-strangled moan spills out. Vi’s jaw drops, her entire system shocked into restarting itself over and over again while she stares down at the woman below her; she searches her face for the little sister she once knew, then pitches forward, bracing her hands on either side of Jinx’s face as she lifts her knee up against Vi’s core, too. 

 

At first, Vi doesn’t let herself move at all– she holds herself stiffly still, her eyes wide, her lips parted in surprise, and Jinx takes a second to slowly and deliberately observe Vi’s face, swallowing nervously before she lifts her chin and grinds down against her leg again, a clear challenge hidden behind the hesitance etched into her expression. Blinking rapidly, Vi wonders if maybe, somehow, she has been transported into some alternate, topsy-turvy sort of world where nothing is supposed to make any sense. Without breaking their eye contact, Jinx reaches up to grab her hips, then helps Vi rub herself against her thin leg, and, though she can’t explain it, Vi lets her do it, never once lifting a single gauntlet-covered finger to stop her as her hips start moving of their own volition. Neither of them utters a single word, both of them hypnotized by each other and stuck in the little bubble that they have found themselves in. She told herself and everyone around her that she was here to stop her sister, that she was going to be the one to take her down and out of the game, and now that she is here, all she can do is allow whatever this is to happen. She feels like a ship stranded on the ocean, left completely at the mercy of Jinx’s tall, tsunami-like waves, and her nerves only spike as she remembers that has never been all that great at swimming. 

 

The spell that they are under shatters before Vi can find any true release or reason, though the stark white underwear that had been laid on top of her uniform this morning sticks to her crotch uncomfortably. A loud, echoing gunshot cuts through the air once more, announcing Caitlyn’s presence as she violently bursts back into the room. Her usually-neat hair is messy and sweat-soaked as it falls into her bruised, bloody face, and she growls as she stalks closer, lifting her gun and pointing it at Jinx with an incensed, pissed off look in her cold, hard eyes. Vi’s chest seizes as she looks down at her sister, panic and instinctual protectiveness rising in her chest like floodwater.

 

“Wait!” She calls out raggedly, her knees buckling for a moment as she climbs off of her sister and stares at Caitlyn in fearful dread, her hands quivering as she holds them out in surrender. “Wait, okay? Just hang on a second.” Confusion courses through her, muddling her mind and tangling her tongue as she tries and fails to find one thing to say to explain her sudden and inexplicable change of heart; her stomach twists as she watches a begrudging sort of acceptance fall over Caitlyn’s face.

 

“Move, Vi,” The other woman growls, her voice tired and hollow, but still so angry. “I won’t ask you again.”

 

Taking a step forward, Vi winces as her underwear pulls tighter against her core, the wet fabric only making her face burn as she thinks about how much of a mess she must have already left smeared across it. All Vi knows is that she can’t kill her sister, and she can’t let anyone else do it, either. She takes a step to the left, blocking Caitlyn’s view of JInx’s face completely. “Caitlyn, I need you to listen to me.”

 

“I knew this would happen,” the other woman hisses, rage and devastation fighting for control over her tone. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it.” She shakes her head, then straightens her back and squares her shoulders as she adjusts her grip on her gun. “Step aside.” 

 

“I can’t do that,” Vi objects, her voice travelling in the still, horrid silence of the room while her sister holds her breath behind her. “Cait, you have to just–”

 

Lifting her gun once more, Caitlyn takes aim, the barrel of her gun pointed right at the center of Vi’s forehead. “I can’t let anyone stand in the way, Vi. This is too important.” 

 

Without warning, Sevika pops back into the room, running faster than Vi’s eyes and scattered mind can keep up with. She watches as the woman reaches under the large stone carving of Janna, her heart flying into her throat as Caitlyn wordlessly screams while she swings the barrel of her gun to point it at the larger woman, but she moves far too late– a huge gust of wind comes channeling through the room, and Vi goes flying, looking back just in time to see Sevika vault over the altar to grab her sister, with the kid from before clinging to her back. She breathes in relief, even as she is trapped away with Caitlyn’s anger and wrath, then left behind after the woman hits her with the butt of her gun and leaves her crumpled in pain on the floor and begging for someone, anyone to come back. 

 

The following month and a half does nothing for Vi’s mounting disconcertion. Her sister stays far out of her sight and grasp, though she never once leaves Vi’s mind. Mostly, Vi spends her time resting between endless strings of fights that never seem to make her much money, the time passing in a drunken blur, given that she rarely goes a day without getting absolutely shitfaced. Regardless of how much she orders, she sees her sister at the bottom of every drink, hears her voice in her ear every night when she sleeps, and it all starts to feel like she is on the very brink of going insane. She wonders if this was Jinx’s true intention the whole time, if all of this has just been another one of her little games that Vi never once signed up to play. Still, in the woman’s absence, any and all of Vi’s numerous questions go unanswered, and it leaves her in a constant state of volatile exhaustion. She pushes herself forward and keeps showing up for fights, most of which she actually manages to win, and she tells herself that this is fine, that her new normal is good enough, that she can handle her solitude and pain just like she always has. 

 

The problem is, she has never really actually handled either particularly well.

 

The room spins and blurs around her as she throws herself down onto her dirty, stained mattress that she pushed into the corner of her room. There is no frame to support it, and while she knows that she should get a sheet for it, at the very least, she can’t bring herself to care enough to go and find one– the mattress itself is already stained with her heavy, oily black makeup and sweat, not to mention all of the blood that has seeped into its surface, and the thought of trying to save it or preserve it as it is feels like a desperate attempt to maintain something that cannot be fixed or helped. 

 

In a way, she relates too much to the stained, ripped thing below her. She groans in pain as she forces herself to roll onto her back while she stubbornly refuses to open her eyes again, knowing that the minimal light streaming into her room will only make her entire head pound even more unpleasantly. Her ears are still ringing from the sheer amount of punches she chose to block with her face, though she doubts the bottle of cheap liquor that she drained right after stumbling out of the fighting pit probably did very much to help with that issue. She swallows the mouthful of spit accruing behind her tightly-clamped lips, doing her best to breathe through her single half-functioning nostril, the other one filled with crusted blood, then makes another desperate plea to her body to not make her throw up all over everything again, especially not so soon after doing it last time. 

 

A cool stream of air passes over the shell of her ear and the side of her face, followed by the sensation of what she knows can only be soft, blue hair dragging itself over her skin. All she can smell is her sister’s telltale scent, the woman’s signature combination of blood, smoke, metal, and shimmer-laden sweat filling her nose and making her stomach twist. There is no one else that could smell like that, and there is certainly no one else that would be dumb enough to sneak into her apartment just to toy with her. 

 

Vi takes a deep breath as the haze of drunkenness that had been keeping her still and silent quickly dissipates under the strength of the raw fury pumping through her at a concerningly fast pace. She knows she should probably be grateful that her sister is here, that she can finally talk to her after all the time that has passed between their last meeting, but all she can feel is the anger that stems from all of the confusion that has been left to rot and fester in her mind, the infection only kept at bay by the almost-impressive volumes of liquor that Vi has very quickly trained her body to be able to consume. 

 

Cracking her eyes open, Vi nearly groans when the first thing she sees is the round swell of her sister’s ass and hips as she shakes them from side to side. She watches as Jinx dips her long, thin finger dipped into Vi’s pot of grease paint, then drags her finger over her face as she writes her name on her cheek in the same place as Vi’s tattoo, and it’s so ridiculously bratty that Vi almost thinks that she must be imagining things. Nonetheless, she jumps to her feet, flinging herself at the younger woman as she wraps her hand around her throat and slams her back against the wall. She grinds her teeth together as she stares at her sister, her breath coming out in angry huffs and puffs. Growling, she shakes her head, then slams Jinx back against the wall, her eyes narrowing as she hears the younger woman giggle breathlessly.

 

“What kind of fucking games do you think you’re playing?” Vi hisses, leaning even closer into her sister’s space as she stares into her remorseless eyes. There is no fear to soothe her raging wrath, nothing to feed her starving guilt, and that absence of any sort of acknowledgement of the threat Vi poses only infuriates her further. Jinx licks her lips, then smirks, closing her eyes as she opens her mouth to release a breathy, choked-off moan. Her hands fly up to scrabble at Vi’s, but instead of trying to loosen the grip on her throat, Jinx does her best to tighten it.

 

Once more, Vi’s mind freezes as she stares at her sister in shock, but instead of giving into the desires already formulating in her mind, not to mention the ones that have been stewing in the back of it for weeks, she chooses to cling on to her righteous anger, unwilling to give into her sister’s whims so easily. Curling her lip, Vi snarls, then drags her sister away from the wall she had her pressed against; she throws her across the room, then watches in bitter satisfaction as Jinx trips against Vi’s mattress and falls back onto it. Her smugness quickly disappears when she sees how her sister’s body splays itself across the stained surface. Jinx’s long, thin legs fall open as she looks up at Vi, still fearless as she grins and tilts her head with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Against her will, Vi’s eyes fall to the younger woman’s chest, and she nearly chokes when she sees how much of her sister has been bared; with just the slightest movement, the younger woman’s skimpy top just barely shifts to the side, thus revealing her perky, pierced nipple and the swell of her fairly-flat breasts. She swallows back the pool of spit that quickly forms in the bottom of her mouth, then opens it, fully prepared to give her sister a moment to fix herself before she continues her violent tirade.

 

She doesn’t get a chance to say anything, though– as soon as Vi drags her gaze back to her sister’s face, Jinx smirks, then, with hooded eyes and a soft whine, she lightly strokes the very tips of her fingers against the front of her throat, letting her hand fall down to her chest so she can pinch her nipple and hiss through her teeth.

 

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Vi growls, hating how easily her sister has managed to find so many ways to piss her off so completely. She steps forward, dropping down onto her knees as she grabs the younger woman’s narrow shoulders and slams her up and down against the mattress, nearly losing her mind as Jinx starts to laugh, her volume only increasing as Vi slaps her across the face. Baring her teeth in an approximation of a smile, Jinx wraps her legs around Vi’s waist, easily flipping the two of them as she continues to cackle, her eyes glowing brightly as she settles herself on top of Vi. Her sister rolls her hips down against the bare muscles of her abdomen, and her pants are so thin that Vi can feel the wetness beneath them seeping through the fabric already; she swallows thickly as Jinx’s screeching laughter quickly fades into soft panting and quiet, tiny moans. 

 

Vi’s brain screams at her to move, to do something, to do anything but lay back beneath her sister as the woman palms at her own breasts and leans forward as she adjusts the angle of her humping. Jinx’s eyes stare into Vi’s very soul, and she bites her lip, then grinds down even harder, to the point that Vi can feel the hard bud of her clit through her clothing.

 

That should be what snaps Vi out of her nearly worshipful-reverie; her sister’s clear intent to use her like this should be enough for Vi to throw her off completely. She raises her hand to do just that, then watches as it wraps itself right back around the younger woman’s throat. Narrowing her eyes, she squeezes, watching as Jinx immediately goes limp, and she quickly takes advantage, rolling right back on top of her with her hand firmly in place. She just barely releases her hold, letting Jinx suck in a single, shallow breath, then tightens it again, her heart racing as she takes in just how much control she has in this moment. 

 

Her head swimming and her blood boiling and rushing through her veins at breakneck speeds, Vi gasps, then shoves her free hand down the front of her sister’s pants, bracing her palm against Jinx’s sloppy-wet pussy. The younger woman moans as she grinds against her once more, then presses her throat even more firmly against Vi’s hand as she fights to lift her face up to Vi’s, brushing their lips together as she forces their air to mix and mingle. 

 

Though she knows that this will lead them nowhere good, Vi can’t resist her sister’s clear and obvious invitation– crushing their mouths together, she moans against the woman’s lips as Jinx’s hand flies to her ass, her thin fingers gripping and grabbing at her flesh through her ripped jeans. They breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as they tangle their tongues together, and Vi shifts her hips as she rubs herself against the rough seam going down the direct center of the crotch of her pants. The sensation shouldn’t be nearly enough to get her anywhere close to an orgasm, but she feels like she is nothing more than some desperate teenager all over again, her body needing nothing more than a particularly strong breeze to be on the very edge of coming undone. 

 

The world starts feeling fuzzy as her anger fizzles out and her buzz takes over again, the room slowly beginning to spin around her as she spirals down into her sister’s hold. Her eyes falling shut as she moans, her hips move without her permission as she swallows Jinx’s shimmer-sweet spit. As soon as the red haze of anger that had been tinting her vision lifts from her mind, Vi remembers that this is probably something she should be actively discouraging, and she reminds herself that the two of them should stop now, before they can take this any further than they already have. She can feel Jinx’s arousal clinging to her hand as the younger woman continues rubbing herself against it, and, for a moment, Vi stops and allows herself to wonder how any of this started and why she has allowed their first brush with this to become a repeated offense. She pulls away for just a second, and Jinx immediately follows her, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Vi’s bottom lip as she spanks her ass and pulls her back down against her.

 

Feeling more virginal than she has in years, Vi chokes on her own spit as her face turns red-hot and her entrance clenches around nothing, her clit hard and needy as she rubs it against her jeans in short, jerky movements. Her orgasm is stronger than it has been in months, and she whines as it hits her so much harder than any of her opponents in the pit ever could; she curls a single finger up into her sister’s pussy as her pleasure keeps mounting, then groans when she feels the woman’s walls clenching around her, more wetness flowing from her core as she licks the blood away from the teeth marks she left on Vi’s lip.

 

That, in the end, is what snaps Vi out of it. She rears back and throws herself onto the floor, crawling back as she stares at Jinx’s sweaty face in horror. Her hand is wet and shiny with her sister’s sticky, slippery release, and she doesn’t have to look in her pants to know that she has left yet another horrible mess behind, a clear batch of evidence that this tryst wasn’t one-sided, that she was an active participant in it. 

 

“What the fuck,” she whispers, her brain feeling like it is racing impossibly fast and mere moments from liquefying in her skull. “What the fuck?”

 

Jinx laughs to herself as she turns onto her side, the crotch of her pants visibly dark and wet. She raises her brow as she runs her eyes up and down Vi’s body, then taps her fingernails against the mattress below her. “Well,” she starts, her voice rough and raspy, “that’s not actually what I came for, but fuck it, I’m not complaining.” She licks her lips then halfway sits up, bracing herself on her elbow as she tucks her hair behind her ear. 

 

Vi opens and closes her mouth a few times before she can finally get her lips and tongue to work enough to form words. “What did you come here for?” She asks, her voice sounding far too weak to belong to her. 

 

“Oh, right, that,” Her sister sniffs, then clears her throat before she sits up completely. She looks down and fixes her top, then pulls one braid over her shoulder and plays with the end of it for a minute before she looks back up. “It’s Vander,” she says hesitantly, her eyes firmly set on Vi’s face as she waits to see her reaction before continuing. 

 

Vi frowns, clearing her throat. “Yeah? What about him?”

 

“Well,” Jinx starts, forcing an awkward smile to her lips. “He’s alive, to start.”

 

Within minutes, despite her rampant and blatant doubts, Vi throws herself to her feet and follows her sister down the rickety steps of her apartment building’s stairwell; she has even more unanswered questions rattling around in her brain as she trails after the younger woman, her eyes stubbornly set right between her narrow shoulders. Her gauntlets firmly settled on her hands, she and her sister walk around Zaun, Jinx keeping the two of them on the outskirts of things, mostly, but by the time they have reached the entrance to the mine shaft her sister insists contains their dead father, the same kid from the absolute disaster that was her and Caitlyn’s attempt to take Jinx down has joined them. She doesn’t say anything, just glares at Vi from beneath the rim of her hat, and Vi briefly wonders where she could have even come from in the first place. Vi rolls her eyes when the twerp tries to growl at her, the three of them walking along old tracks as her sister claps and skips and jumps to activate the glowing mushrooms clinging to nearly every surface. 

 

If Vi is being completely truthful with herself, something she tries to do less and less these days, she has to admit that she really has no idea why she is following Jinx all the way down here. Realistically, there is simply no way that Vander could have survived after all of these years– Vi remembers how swollen and broken his body had been, how limp he had gone, and she knows that there is no coming back from that. He had been well and truly dead by the time Marcus had dragged her away, but her sister had looked so convinced of the story she had presented to Vi, the two of them still coming down from their orgasms, that Vi felt compelled to at least look, much like when the woman was much younger and convinced of monsters beneath her bed. Her pants are still clinging to her uncomfortably where they rub against her crotch, and, as she raises her hand to comb her finger through her hair, she realizes that her hand still smells like her sister’s pussy, the woman’s release having been merely wiped onto her thigh in her haste to get their little quest done and over with.

 

They don’t get very deep into the mineshaft before the kid trips and almost smashes her face into the half-rotted, splintered wood forming some of the tracks within the mine. She scrapes her knees and palms bad enough to leave smears of blood on the ground, and she hisses in pain as she looks down at her shredded skin. To Vi’s surprise, she doesn’t cry or scream, but tears still stream down her face as she sniffles, then holds her hands out to Jinx with her lower lip trembling. 

 

“Rub some dirt into it,” Jinx murmurs as she helps the girl up, then pats her head. “Hey, you’re good. You’ve got all your insides, right?” The kid nods, and Jinx huffs softly in reply, then squeezes her shoulder before she stands. “Well, then, you just gotta walk it off.”

 

“Is this really the kind of place you should be dragging some kid around?” Vi asks as she glances back down the tunnel, dropping her gauntlets on the ground beside her before she shakes out the tension in her wrists and reaches up to scratch the side of her nose. 

 

“Who, Isha? She can handle it,” Jinx pauses, then glances down at the girl’s scraped palms doubtfully. She shifts her weight between her feet, blowing her bangs out of her face before she shrugs.  “...probably.” 

 

Vi glares at her, unimpressed; she puts her hands on her hips, then stares at the younger woman meaningfully.

 

Sighing, Jinx crosses her arms over her chest, leaning all of her weight on one leg as she looks down at the younger girl, her eyes squinting for a moment. “Listen, I need you to go find Sevika.”

 

The kid, Isha, shakes her head violently, then pulls at Jinx’s belts, her nails leaving scratches on the flat muscles and pale skin of her stomach. Effortlessly slapping the girl’s tiny hands away, Jinx tosses her braids over her shoulders, then rolls her eyes as she snorts to herself. She squats, then pats the top of the kid’s head. 

 

“You and me both know she’s gonna get worried, and then she’s gonna do that thing with her eyebrows, and neither of us like that.” Jinx shakes her head, then lightly elbows the girl. “So, come on, do me a favor and keep her distracted for a little while so she doesn’t come and ruin all the fun.” Standing again, she grabs the girl’s shoulders, then guides her past Vi, pushing her forward before she points back towards the entrance of the shaft. “Seriously, go. I’m taking one big ass bullet for you, kid. Vi here is in a shitty mood, I promise, you don’t wanna have to stick around to deal with it.” 

 

Vi watches from over her sister’s shoulder as the girl pouts at Jinx, then turns to glare at Vi, baring her teeth viciously while she growls again. Raising her brow, Vi glowers at the younger girl, then cracks her knuckles as she stretches her neck. With a tiny huff, Isha turns and stomps off, quickly climbing back out of the mine shaft and disappearing back into Zaun without any further attempts at her silent rebellion.

 

“There,” Jinx mutters sourly, deliberately bumping Vi with her shoulder as she passes her. “Are you finally happy now?”

 

“Are you fucking serious?” Vi doesn’t even bother grabbing her gauntlets before she storms after her sister, feeling like she is only moments away from having steam pouring out of her ears. Her infamously thin patience snaps all over again, and she feels her face grow hot as she loses her temper. “Are you fucking…” She roughly grabs her sister’s arm, then grunts as she throws her against the wall then pins her in place by bracing her forearm across the younger woman’s neck. Her nostrils flaring, Vi gets up into Jinx’s face, her voice quiet, but seething with rage. “You’ve been acting like a little brat, and I’m fucking tired of it.”

 

“Are you?” Jinx tilts her head, then bites her lip as she fights back a giggle, her eyes bright with her bitter, cruel amusement. “You didn’t seem too tired of it when you were fingering me.” She snorts to herself, leaning forward to bump her nose against Vi’s as she brushes their lips together. Pecking Vi’s mouth, Jinx laughs as Vi slams her back again, then smirks. “Though you weren’t really trying too hard to fight against that, were you?”

 

“It didn’t seem to stop you from fucking yourself on my hand,” Vi growls in response as she shoots forward to let their mouths drag against each other even more firmly. “It didn’t seem to stop you from coming all over me.”

 

“Why would I let anything stop me?” Jinx giggles, then nips Vi’s bottom lip, running her tongue over the indents she leaves. “I’m not you, I’m not afraid to do what needs to be done. I actually go after what I want.”

 

Vi feels her heart freeze in her chest, and she backs away, searching for more comfortable threads of conversation to chase instead of going down the very path she knows they probably should. Though she shouldn’t, she chooses to bring up old hurts instead of focusing on the new ones, far more willing to traipse over familiar battlegrounds. “You’re the one that blew up the fucking council, you don’t get to sit on some high horse.”

 

Happy to rise to her bait, Jinx’s cocky smirk turns to a pissed-off scowl. “And you put on the same uniform as the people that killed mom and dad,” Jinx shoots back sharply, her lip curled. She rams her knee into Vi’s stomach, then pushes her back, chuckling to herself as Vi stumbles. “I fired on the same people that sent those Enforcers down into Zaun over and over again so that they could beat us all down,” she growls, her hand slapping against her chest before she points a single, accusatory finger directly at Vi’s face. “You ran and fucking joined them at the first chance you got.”

 

Familiar guilt bubbles into indignant resentment as Vi’s mistakes are hurled into her face like she has not forced herself to stare at them for hours, perpetually haunted by the painful consequences of her own choices. With nothing to say in her own defense, Vi chooses the route she has always had a little more luck with– she throws herself forward and swings on her sister, then growls when Jinx moves back in a blur of pale skin and bright pink eyes. The younger woman darts back towards Vi, delivering a lightning-fast slap right across her face, then laughs as Vi freezes, her hand flying up to cup the bright red skin of her cheek as she pretends not to notice the wetness that is rapidly building up in her jeans. 

 

Jinx laughs harder, then shrugs with a sharp sneer. “Not so big and bad now, are you?” Tossing her braids over her shoulders, she turns, her hips swinging as she starts to walk away, and Vi immediately sees red. She lunges forward again, this time grabbing one of her sister’s braids, then yanks the woman back; the two of them immediately trip over each other’s limbs and fall to the ground as they wrestle and grapple, and Vi only has a second to think that maybe they should stop doing this before the two of them are right back to slotting their mouths together. It is more fucked up than Vi wants to admit that fighting has somehow become their foreplay, and that thought alone should be enough for her to stop it all, but she just pins Jinx back against the ground as she ruts down against her insistently. Nipping her sister’s lip, Vi shoves her hand beneath her halter top with an unsettling amount of ease that makes a rush of protectiveness flow through her mind and sink into the matter of her brain. She squeezes the younger woman’s breast, then snorts when she feels the nipple beneath her palm harden as she rubs her hand against it. Vi grabs her tighter, squeezes harder, grinning even wider against Jinx’s bitten lips as the woman moans against her. She wants so much more, wants to take as much as she can get, but she holds herself back, afraid to push too hard, afraid to take too much.

 

Jinx, predictably, does not bother allowing her to hesitate for very long; she grunts impatiently, then flips the two of them effortlessly, slamming Vi against the ground so violently that the mushrooms littering their surroundings glow bright enough to feel nearly blinding. Vi shields her eyes with her hands, lowering them only when she feels her sister slithering down her body. She stares at Jinx, watching as the younger woman rubs her face against Vi’s still-clothed crotch like some sort of cat, her eyes blazing as she bites her lip and glances up at Vi. Moaning, she rubs her nose up the seam of Vi’s crotch, pressing a kiss right over where her clit is pressed against the still-wet denim. 

 

“Shit,” Vi pants, hissing as she rolls her hips against Jinx’s face, reaching down for a moment to cup the back of her head as she holds her in place. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

 

Trailing her face up higher, Jinx unbuttons Vi’s jeans, then, with the pull of the zipper caught in her teeth, she unzips her pants with just her mouth, giggling as she watches Vi’s eyes get wider as her pupils dilate. “Who said I was teasing?”

 

With a raggedly sharp gasp, Vi grabs her sister’s shoulders, grunting as she pulls the younger woman up her body, then presses their lips back together as she wraps her hand around her sister’s thin wrist and shoves her hand into her pants. Jinx huffs out a laugh while she nuzzles her cheek against Vi’s shoulder as she slides a finger inside of her slippery, sloppy entrance. Her lips ghost over the side of Vi’s neck before she throws any caution or restraint that had been in her mind to the side in favor of sinking her teeth into Vi’s skin while she adds a second finger and curls both of them up to stroke at the spongy lump of Vi’s g-spot with every thrust she makes in and out of her. 

 

“I’m not afraid to take it,” Jinx whispers after she kisses the imprint of her teeth that she left behind in Vi’s flesh. She nips her earlobe, then grinds her palm against Vi’s needy clit. “I’m done hesitating, I’m done letting someone else have what I want.”

 

Vi’s stomach twists as her nipples get even harder, her skin buzzing as sweat beads up over its surface. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment, and she licks her lips before she forces her tongue to form words. “What do you want?” she gulps.

 

“You,” Jinx replies instantly, a third finger slipping inside without even a moment of resistance. “Isn’t that kind of a given?” She rests her sweaty forehead against Vi’s, her breath puffing against Vi’s mouth. “What else could there possibly be for me to ask for? I have only ever wanted you.”

 

Vi whimpers, turning her face away as wetness spills around her sister’s fingers and causes a muted squelching sound to echo through the tunnels as Jinx continues fucking into her with reckless abandon. 

 

“She made you something you aren’t,” Jinx murmurs, her voice distant in a way that makes Vi wrap her arms around the woman’s thin shoulders out of an unkillable protective instinct. “She put you in that uniform and you disappeared for a while, but you’re back now.” She lets her face fall against the side of Vi’s, then buries her nose in Vi’s hair, her fingers stretching and rubbing Vi in all of the right ways. “Stay with me, this time,” Jinx begs as she uses her thumb to rub circles on Vi’s clit.

 

“Jinx,” Vi gasps. Jinx flinches back for a moment, then swallows and nods to herself. 

 

“I watched you self-destruct for months,” her sister confesses in a low tone while she presses soft kisses to the side of Vi’s face. She rubs her lips along Vi’s jaw, then pecks her mouth. “Aren’t you tired of that?”

 

“Yes.” The admission is barely audible, but it echoes between them as Jinx smiles and drags her lips across Vi’s face until they are pressed against the tattoo on Vi’s cheekbone. 

 

Without another word, Jinx speeds up her thrusting again, having slowed her pace in favor of massaging Vi’s walls, then laughs to herself when Vi instantly starts whimpering and moaning, her entire body sensitive to an almost-painful degree as the mushrooms around them get brighter. Embarrassed, Vi pulls Jinx down so she can slot their mouths together again, muffling her noises in the wet, puffy skin of her sister’s lips. She puts all of her focus into kissing the younger woman, letting go of any other restraint as she feels her walls flutter and clench with her release. Her limbs stiffen, and she bites Jinx’s lip hard enough to draw blood as she tries in vain to silence herself; none of it dissuades her sister from dragging out her orgasm as long as she can before Vi grabs her wrist, desperate to still Jinx’s chaotic thrusting. 

 

“Please,” she wheezes, her breath hitching as her vision blurs. “I can’t–”

 

“You can,” Jinx drawls, then pulls back, rolling her eyes as she blows her bangs out of her face. “But fine, fine.” She gently slides her fingers out of Vi’s wet, abused pussy, then turns her head, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth before she spits a mouthful of bloody-tinged spit off to the side. Pushing herself to her feet, she waits for Vi to zip and button her pants before she offers her the same wet, sticky hand that had been shoved inside of them mere moments before. Glaring at her sister, Vi rolls her eyes, then begrudgingly accepts her help, pretending not to feel how pruned the other woman’s fingertips are. They stand there for a moment, the two of them looking at each other with matching flushed cheeks before Vi looks down the mineshaft, clearing her throat. 

 

“Right,” she says after a second, her heart still racing in her chest. “So, it was…” she takes a step back, ducking her head as she hides behind the longer layers of her sweaty bangs for a second. Turning, she walks back to her gauntlets, shoving her hands inside before she stands and rolls her neck. “We were heading down this way, right?”

 

Jinx snorts, pushing her hair back out of her face. “You’re so smooth, ladykiller.” She nods, heading deeper into the tunnels. “Come on, he was–” She stops midsentence, her head whipping over her shoulder as she stares back into the tunnel behind Vi with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

 

Vi’s heart freezes in her chest, then drops to her stomach; her ears perk up as she hears a distant growling, followed by the sound of metal scraping on stone. She spins on her heels, her eyes peering into the darkness. “What was that?”

 

Her sister doubles back, joining Vi as the noises get louder, almost sounding like some sort of wild animal. “Hang on, I think it’s him!” She says, turning to Vi with an excited shimmy of her shoulders before she spins around and spits another small bit of blood off to the side, then starts jumping in place and clapping her hands in exuberant celebration.

 

The growling gets louder as whatever it is that is trailing them gets faster, a reddish light starting to appear around the bend of the tunnel. Vi shakes her head in raw terror, grabbing her sister as she tries to pull her back. “That is not Vander,” she says, her voice trembling as her body starts to shake, adrenaline already filling her veins. “Jinx, that’s not–”

 

“You have to believe me,” Jinx breathes, fighting against Vi’s hold as she strains herself to get closer to the violent-sounding growls. “It’s him, something’s just got him all spun up.”

 

The reddish light gets brighter in tandem with the mushrooms as a hulking mass of fur and twisted metal comes bounding down the shaft. Vi’s body grows cold with fear, though none of that panic seems to reach her sister in the slightest. Jinx escapes her iron grip, then starts walking towards the thing bolting directly towards them with sharp teeth and even sharper claws, its eyes burning with vicious, bloodthirsty rage. Her breath catching in her throat, she darts forward, grabbing and pushing her sister behind her as she lifts her arms and braces herself, then gets flung further back down the tunnel by the sheer amount of force barrelling into her. 

 

Jinx flies back against the wall, falling to the ground but still somewhat safely out of reach, which leaves Vi to spend the next few minutes fighting for her life against the monstrous creature that only seems to get faster with every bit of damage she manages to inflict. It heals so quickly that any wounds she causes knit themselves closed before its blood ever hits the ground, and it is easily the most terrifying thing that Vi has ever seen. She swings her fists and blocks its attacks as best she can, her mind full of fearful dread as she fights with everything that she has to survive. She glances to the side to see her sister’s terrified eyes, the bright blue crystal at the end of her gun glowing brightly as she holds the grip with shaking fingers. Vi punches the monster in front of her squarely in the chest, the force exuded from her gauntlets sending him flying back. 

 

“Shoot it!” she screeches as he catches himself and starts bounding back towards the two of them.

 

“You have to believe me,” her sister shrieks, pink tears trailing down her cheeks. Her head whips between Vi and the creature as it swiftly approaches. “It’s him!”

 

“Jinx!” Vi yells in horror as Jinx takes a deep breath and steps in front of the thing, her hands held out as if in surrender. 

 

“Vander!” The younger woman screams, bracing herself. “It’s me!”

 

Running on nothing more than the raw adrenaline that has completely taken over her mind and body, Vi pushes herself forward, reaching for her sister. “Powder, don’t!” She shouts, her voice raw and ragged. She yanks her back once again, not taking her eyes off of the hulking mass in front of her as she stands in front of her sister, then raises her fists in fear as she stares down the dog-like monstrosity. Its eyes look different than they had mere seconds prior, and Vi swallows the mouthful of blood pooling on her tongue. 

 

“It’s him,” Jinx rasps, her mouth right next to Vi’s ear as she wraps her arms around her chest from behind. “Vi, it’s Vander, I promise, it’s him.”

 

The monster stares at her, sniffing hesitantly, and, though it goes against every instinct screaming at her to fight, to get this thing away from her baby sister, Vi slowly lowers her fists. It growls, rearing up, and her heart freezes as she closes her eyes in fear. “Vander!” She yells, turning her face away as she waits to feel its claws slicing through her flesh. 

 

Instead, she feels a warm rush of air against her face, then cracks one eye open to see the thing sniffing her like it really is some sort of dog. Its cold, wet nose touches her cheek as it brushes against her tattoo.

 

“Vi,” it grumbles low in its chest, sighing in what almost sounds like relief. It nudges her face gently, and Vi’s knees immediately buckle, Jinx doing most of the work to keep her upright. 

 

“Vander?” She whispers in disbelief as she stares up at his twisted, mutated face.

 

“I told you it was him,” Jinx mumbles in her ear. She helps her stand straight, then slowly lets go of Vi’s waist, coming to stand by her as she tilts her head towards their father. “See?”

 

Unable to think or even breathe, Vi surges forward, doing her best to wrap her arms around him. She turns over her shoulder, then grabs her sister, pulling her closer. “Come on,” she insists, smiling as hot tears blur her vision. They hug what is left of their father, rubbing their faces against his fur as he pulls them both close and makes a noise that almost sounds like a low, rumbling purr that emanates from deep in his chest. 

 

Everything else falls to the side as she and Jinx slowly lead their father from the darkness of the mineshaft; all Vi can think about is the creature that their father has become, and while she is overjoyed to see him again, there is an underlying current of fear rushing through her. Vander was never a danger to them before, but this new version of him seems to be unstable at best– any little noises seem to immediately inspire fearful aggression, and it wrings her heart like a dirty bar towel to think of what must have happened to him over the years to make him like this. The Vander she once knew was calm, soft, and warm, and while she still sees traces of the man that he was in the freakish creature that he has become, she would be lying to herself and anyone that could hear her if she said that she doesn’t find him upsettingly terrifying. 

 

“I’ve been hearing people talking about some guy,” Jinx mutters after a while; she leans over and bumps their shoulders together as they walk side-by-side. “I guess he’s supposed to be a super magic-y healer or something. They’re calling him Harold, I think.”

 

“Harold?” Vi repeats doubtfully as she wrinkles her nose. 

 

“Something like that,” Jinx shrugs, taking the three of them down twisting back roads. “It’s not like people are exactly running to tell me stuff, I just hear things here and there.” Huffing, her sister rolls her eyes, then continues, “Anyway, the word is that there’s some sort of place he’s holed up in, it’s supposed to be really nice.” 

 

Glancing around at the dilapidated buildings and their sparse, emaciated residents, Vi frowns even harder. “Really nice? In Zaun? When did you hear about that?”

 

Her sister stretches her arms over her head, then lets her head fall back as her neck and shoulders audibly pop and crack. “I don’t know, maybe a day or two ago?”

 

Scoffing, Vi shakes her head as she pinches the skin between her brows. “And you’re just going to drag us around looking for…what? Some random place with some random–”

 

She cuts herself off as they approach a large, swirling gate made of twisted metal and colored glass set into rock– behind it, there appears to be a whole different world, the colors light and far too bright against the rest of Zaun’s darker, far murkier color palette.

 

“Don’t say anything,” she grunts, not even daring to look at what she already knows is her sister’s smug expression. “Just…shut up.”

 

She almost expects to be met with some sort of difficulty at the gates, but as they approach Huck’s miserable, traitorous form, his only stipulation prior to granting them entry is that they leave their weapons behind. Though she feels naked without her gauntlets, one glance back at her father’s shrouded form is enough to have her sighing as she lets them fall to the ground without a fight. Thankfully, her sister follows her example with little fanfare, though she pops the hex crystal out from its place in the side of her gun, shoving into one of the pouches on her belts before dropping the gun to the ground. They are quickly brought to meet with Viktor, The Herald, and while Vi cautiously keeps her hopes from getting too high, she can’t truly ignore the little voice in the back of her head whispering that maybe, this time, it might just be okay. She glances around the commune in awe, surprised by how much life has managed to thrive in such a dark, forgotten corner of Zaun, and it feels so surreal that, for a moment, she almost thinks she might be dreaming, even as she sits next to her sister and builds up the courage to ask her if maybe, just maybe, she might like it if the two of them stayed here. Jinx looks at her with so much cautious longing that she nearly kisses her right then and there, but she holds herself back, even as she watches her sister deflate a little when faced with her restraint. Truthfully, she wants nothing more than to lay Jinx down and climb on top of her so that she can blanket her body from everyone else while they suck on each other’s tongues until they are both drunk on each other’s spit, but her hesitation and fear of asking for too much win out– instead, the two of them stroll around the commune, their hands brushing as they walk beside each other. 

 

In accordance with Viktor’s clear and unyielding instructions, Vander sleeps separately from everyone else, with his body chained down while he rests. Vi looks back at him as the two of them are escorted away and he is locked inside for the night, an apologetic frown on her face as he pleads with his eyes for the two of them not to leave him behind in such a strange, unfamiliar place. A bitter taste lingering on the back of her tongue, she turns and follows Jinx, the two of them trailing after Huck as he escorts them to a fairly large tent that is located further on the edge of the compound. 

 

“We left two bunkrolls for you,” Huck offers, his eyes bright and his voice quiet and even. He lowers his gaze as he bows and backs out of the tent, pausing only to add, “But please, let us know if there is anything else you need.”

 

Vi glares at him until he leaves, turning only after he is gone to see that her sister had been doing the same. She sighs, then glances at the bowl of fruit that had been left in the center of the tent between the blankets and pillows arranged on either side of it; pushing her hair out of her face as she picks a side at random and throws herself down onto the blankets, she grunts, then rubs her hands over her face. There’s a mat beneath them that is actually fairly soft and supportive, and she hums as she looks down at it, pleasantly surprised. Jinx does the same, then reaches down to unlace her boots, resting her cheek on her knee as she does it. 

 

Leaning forward, Vi grabs a piece of fruit and bites into it, desperate for something to do, and, once Jinx has kicked off her shoes, the younger woman does the same, staring blankly at Vi while she chews. “So,” she starts, swallowing the chunk of half-chewed fruit in her mouth. “Do you really want to stay here forever?”

 

Vi rubs the back of her neck, her knee bouncing nervously before she notices and forces herself to stop. “We don’t have to.”

 

“We,” Jinx echoes softly, a small smile on her lips as she looks down at her wiggling toes with warm, happy eyes. “You keep saying that.”

 

Taking another bite of the fruit in her hand, Vi runs her eyes over her sister’s face. She chews, swallows, then licks her lips. “I don’t want to do this without you again,” she admits quietly, looking away as she scratches the side of her nose. 

 

“Me neither,” Jinx replies freely. “For the first time in,” she pauses, then scoffs, “ever, really, it feels like maybe we can actually make it out of all of this in one piece.” 

 

“Yeah,” Vi sighs, shrugging her jacket off before she roughly kicks off her boots; she runs her fingers through her hair, then does her best to flash a smile over at her sister. Right now, the chaotic mix of emotions rattling around inside of her is so strong and varied that everything muddles into a puddle of befuddlement, and all she wants to do is to try and sleep it off. Jinx’s expression is flat and completely unreadable as she openly stares at Vi, and she knows that they need to talk about everything that has happened within the span of the very few hours that they have spent in each other’s company and that they most definitely need to address the very large, sexually charged elephant in the room while there isn’t also a huge, furry father figure with them to witness that particular conversation, but she simply doesn’t have the energy or brain capacity to do it in this moment.

 

So, instead of doing what she should, Vi, in yet another feat of shocking predictability, takes the coward’s way out. “Let’s get some sleep,” she says as she tries to keep her tone even and light. Shrugging one of her shoulders, she turns onto her side, putting her back to her sister, then settles into her makeshift bunk, pausing to fluff her pillow before she lets her head fall against it. Overall, the mat and blankets are more comfortable than she ever would have assumed that they would be, and that should be enough for her to relax and finally fall asleep, but she can feel her sister’s eyes on her, and the silence hanging between them is too quiet to be anything but dangerous. She audibly gulps, then turns her face further into the pillow, clenching her eyes shut– she can’t have this conversation right now, can’t sit in the steadily-darkening tent while she and Jinx try to figure out how they can approach this new dynamic of theirs with their father nearby and half of Zaun knowing about the blood that they share. 

 

“Okay, you know, that’s…” Jinx groans quietly after only a second or two has passed, “that’s just not fair.”

 

Vi frowns, then peers over her shoulder. “What?” She rolls on her back, turning to face her sister. “What are you talking about?”

 

As soon as her back is flat on the mat, Jinx pounces– she straddles Vi’s waist, reaching behind her neck as she unbuckles her halter top and whips it across the tent, her eyes never leaving Vi’s.

 

Once again, Vi is assaulted with the knowledge that she should stop this. There is a conversation to be had here, many conversations to be had, realistically, and she should remind her sister of that, but the younger woman’s nipples are pink and hard, and her piercings glitter so perfectly in the low light of the tent that she has no way to truly resist the urge to draw them into her mouth. She fastens her lips around one of the hard buds and sucks while she plucks and twists the second one, then closes her eyes as her sister starts pulling at the bandages wrapped around her chest, quickly loosening and undoing them with increasing urgency. They grapple at each other, roughly pulling off the rest of each other’s clothes until both of them are fully bare, their skin rubbing together deliciously as they kiss. 

 

Jinx trails her lips down Vi’s jaw and neck, then kisses her way towards her chest and stomach; she pauses to lick and bite the ridges of Vi’s abs, her hands caressing the lines of her muscles, then, after pressing one last peck to her belly button, Jinx finishes sliding down her body to settle between her legs. She buries her nose in Vi’s bush, inhaling deeply as she huffs her scent from its strongest, most direct source, and Vi moans before her sister’s mouth ever touches her. 

 

Once Jinx gets her first taste, she becomes nearly ravenous– she holds Vi’s hips down as she dives in for more, then moans as she gets a mouthful of her arousal. Wincing, Vi reaches down, then pets the top of her sister’s head. “Sorry,” she glances at the younger woman with an apologetic frown as her breathing gets heavier. “I haven’t had a chance to clean up.”

Her eyes rolling back in her head, Jinx only moans louder and licks into her even harder. She puts her hands under Vi’s thighs, nearly folding her in half as she settles into position to take her time. Humming to herself, she throws Vi’s legs over her shoulders, then slips two of her fingers back inside her entrance while she slides her free hand between her own legs. 

 

Vi’s blood feels impossibly hot as it pumps through her veins. She can’t remember the last time was touched with so much desire, can’t even begin to recall ever having anyone eat her out with this level of vigor and all-out starvation, and, while it the concept of giving up control and laying back to simply be made to feel good is certainly appealing, the act of actually doing it feels painfully unfamiliar and nerve-wracking. Her sister doesn’t seem too intent on giving her much of a choice, though– Jinx doesn’t slow her thrusting or even glance at Vi for any confirmation of consent, too focused on taking everything she can get while she has the chance, and Vi almost wants to slow her down, to prove to her that they can take their time, that she won’t just turn and run and take it all away, but then she gets an even better idea.

 

“Jinx,” she wheezes, pushing her fingers even deeper into her sister’s hair as she tries to get the younger woman’s attention. “Jinx, hang on a second.” Her sister acts like she didn’t even hear her, and Vi frowns, then pulls her hair tentatively, not wanting to hurt her. “Jinx.”

 

The younger woman’s eyes are closed, and she looks so peaceful between Vi’s thighs, even as she wrecks her so completely, that Vi almost wants to just leave her to it. Still, her concern refuses to settle or quiet itself, and she sighs, blowing her hair out of her face as she rolls the dice on a particularly risky gamble. 

 

“Powder?” She calls softly, her voice hesitant and unsure.

 

Jinx’s eyelids fly open as she freezes and stares up at Vi, shock instantly bleeding into her heated, lust-soaked expression. 

 

“Sorry,” Vi pants, her chest heaving as she nervously searches her brain for the words she needs to properly explain herself. “I, um…”

 

Her sister sits up, the lower half of her face shiny and wet and drenched with Vi’s arousal. “Say it again,” she murmurs, her eyes burning brightly. 

 

“I’m sorry, you weren’t answering me and I–”

 

Jinx lets her body fall forward, stopping with her face mere inches from Vi’s, then puts her finger on the rough skin of her lips. “Say it again,” she begs insistently as her other hand cups Vi’s crotch. 

 

Vi chews the inside of her cheek, then, with a quiet sigh and a rush of warmth that she can’t keep out of her voice, she uses her hand to cradle her sister’s cheek. “Powder,” she coos, a small smile gracing her lips when the woman’s eyes flutter shut. Jinx starts rubbing her fingers over Vi’s clit as she continues to press her face into Vi’s palm, her eyes still closed as she traps her lower lip between her teeth. Vi kisses her forehead, then her cheek. “There you go, Powder,” Vi whispers, choking back a moan. “Turn around, huh? We can feel good together.” 

 

Jinx blinks slowly, her eyes widening as she catches on to Vi’s intentions. “Oh,” she breathes, her face open and almost innocent as she gazes at Vi’s face. She buries her face in Vi’s neck, then rubs her clit faster. “Like this, first,” she mutters, straddling Vi’s thigh.

 

Letting her hands fall to her sister’s hips, Vi nods, already startlingly close to her orgasm; biting the junction of Vi’s neck and shoulder, Jinx’s fingers fly over Vi’s clit until her voice is high and crackly, her hips moving of their own volition while she achieves her first orgasm. Not seeming to be all that interested in waiting, Jinx quickly crawls up Vi’s body, turning around before she straddles her face and bends over to stick her own back between Vi’s legs. 

 

In an effort to follow her sister’s flawless example of wasting no time, Vi leans up, her mouth open and her tongue out as she encompasses her sister’s cunt with her lips and tongue. Jinx immediately moans, then shoves herself back against Vi’s face even harder as she whimpers into Vi’s bush while she shallowly thrusts her fingers in and out of her entrance.

 

It is harder than it usually is to push her pleasure to the side in favor of chasing her sister’s, but she does everything she can while allowing herself to really bask in the scent and taste of Jinx’s pussy. She loses herself for a moment in it all– Jinx’s taste is sweeter than anyone else that Vi has been with, and Vi knows that it must be from the shimmer, but part of her can’t help but believe that her sister has always been this sweet, has always had the electric sort of tang that lingers on the back of her tongue. The younger woman stays laser-focused on drawing a second orgasm from her as she fucks into her with shimmer-aided intensity, and Vi finds herself trembling and whimpering as she buries her face her sister’s blue curls and clenches and clings to the other woman’s long, thin fingers while she lets out a loud, ragged cry. As soon as she catches her breath, Vi doubles down on her own desires– she pushes Jinx forward, then shoves two fingers inside of her entrance, immediately settling into a nearly-brutal pace, her fingers hammering in and out in quick, vicious intervals that make the other woman’s jaw drop open as she whimpers and moans and nearly screams. She lasts for only a couple of moments like that, then, with a wave of pink-tinged wetness that flies out of her and lands mostly on Vi’s face, she slumps forward, sinking her teeth into Vi’s hip as she grinds her hips down. Her body goes limp as she rests her weight on top of Vi.

 

Pulling her fingers out of the woman, Vi sniffs, then licks her lips, her face and hair wet with sweat and her sister’s pleasure. “You’re not done yet, are you?” She asks, barely able to catch her breath. 

 

After a moment, Jinx pushes herself into a sitting position, then looks back over her shoulder, her brow arched. Her cheeks are shiny with tears, but she smiles before she rolls her eyes and turns back around before straddling Vi’s face once more. “Greedy,” she rasps, a wide grin spread over her lips. Weaving her hands into Vi’s hair, she rolls her hips down, then chuckles, her voice raspy. “That’s okay,” she adds with a conspiratorial wink, “I’m greedy, too.”

 

Vi frowns, reaching up as she tries to wipe her sister’s face– Jinx grabs both of her hands, gripping both tightly as she rubs herself against Vi’s mouth and nose. Her frown deepening, Vi grunts, but presses soft kisses to the woman’s flesh, her eyes stuck on the younger woman’s wide, shiny eyes. 

 

“I’m fine, you big softie,” Jinx croaks; she lets go of one of Vi’s hands, then wipes her face. “It, uh,” she laughs, then shakes her head, biting her lip. “It just felt really good.” Pushing Vi’s sweaty hair back from her sweatier forehead, Jinx tilts her head back, whining. “Come on,” she begs, her nails scratching against Vi’s scalp. 

 

Instead of drawing out her sister’s suffering, Vi chooses to give into her whims. She keeps her eyes on her sister’s face as she licks and sucks, allowing the younger woman to grab her head and angle it to whatever position she needs it in, happy to let herself be used. Jinx’s second orgasm takes longer to achieve, but Vi doesn’t mind in the slightest; she is more than content to spend hours beneath her sister, and she is even more willing to let the woman grind and hump against her for as long as she wants to. Jinx’s pussy is red and puffy from the constant stimulation, and Vi does her best to be careful with it, to give her sister as much gentle relief as she is willing to accept. The more of the younger woman’s arousal that she swallows, the more she wants; she can already feel herself getting addicted to the taste, to the almost sugary zing that coats her tongue and teeth, and she moans as her sister leans forward, rubbing her clit against Vi’s mouth and chin as braces herself and starts humping her face even faster and harder while she presses Vi’s head back against the thin mat beneath it.

 

“Fuck, Vi,” Jinx moans as she rides Vi’s face with reckless abandon. She palms her own breasts as she stares down at Vi with red cheeks and glowing pink eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Vi licks and sucks faster, obsessed with the building intensity in her sister’s stare. “You’re good at this,” Jinx whispers breathlessly as she pulls at Vi’s hair. 

 

Vi’s chest puffs up with pride as she continues her assault. She pulls out every trick she knows, massaging the girl’s clit with her tongue with a fervor before she sucks on it while she fights back the urge to touch herself again as her sister keens and whimpers. She doesn’t let up, only increasing her speed and intensity, and it all very quickly sends her sister clumsily tumbling headfirst into her next orgasm– her body curls around Vi’s head as she hisses through her teeth in between choked-off moans that get louder and louder until she slaps her hand over her mouth in a last-ditch attempt to muffle herself. 

 

By the time she lifts herself off of Vi’s face, Jinx’s legs are trembling; Vi watches every move she  makes, her heart skipping a beat she shivers, the sweat that had built up on her skin cooling in the night air. Sniffing, Jinx settles herself against Vi’s side, the two of them squeezing together on top of the mat with barely even an inch of space between their bodies. They fall asleep like that, and it is all perfect until Jinx startles awake a couple of hours later as the very same kid from before peeks her head in the tent and rushes to her side.

 

“Shit,” Jinx gasps, pulling the blanket up further to cover her and Vi’s chests. “Isha? How the fuck did you even find us?”

 

Isha doesn’t say anything, though Vi is starting to think that she just might not be able to. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts, stomping her foot, and Jinx pinches the skin between her brows before she groans. “Fine, yeah, okay.” She points at the mat and blankets on the other side of the tent. “Go lay down, I’m not done sleeping.”

 

The girl pouts harder, then storms forward, shaking Jinx’s shoulder with increasing intensity– Jinx ignores her, rolling her eyes as she settles herself back on top of Vi. She buries her face in Vi’s neck, then growls when Isha gets a handful of her hair and pulls. 

 

Sitting up, Vi pushes the kid away, then points at the mat. “Go lay down, or I’ll lay you out.”

 

Jinx snorts, knowing that Vi would never intentionally hurt a child, despite the cold, sharp irritation littering her voice. She glances over her shoulder, then rolls her eyes when she sees the expression on the girl’s face. “What? I told you she was grumpy,” she says, shrugging. “Go to sleep, I know you have to be tired.”

 

Isha shakes her head stubbornly.

 

“Well, I’m tired, so you can lay down, or you can go running back to Sevika.” Pushing Vi flat on her back again, Jinx drapes herself over Vi, settling herself as she gets comfortable. 

 

Grunting, Isha crosses her arms over her chest, then reaches behind herself to pull out Jinx’s gun, already preloaded with a spare crystal– she steps forward, then lays it on the ground above Jinx’s head. With a quiet grunt,  she crosses to the other side of the tent and lays down on the mat, turning her back on both of them before she curls into a ball and pulls the blanket that had been folded at the end of it over her head. 

 

“Thanks, kid,” Jinx mumbles, looking up at the gun. She glances at Vi, then bites her lip. “Your gauntlets were probably a little too big for her to lug through the commune.”

 

Vi snorts, then frowns, staring up into the darkness as worry starts to soak into her skin. “We’re gonna get kicked out if they see you have a weapon.”

 

“You want us to just lay here and wait for someone to jump us?” Jinx rolls her eyes, then pats the side of Vi’s face, shooting forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “I was gonna sneak back later and grab it, anyway.”

 

Shaking her head in fond exasperation, Vi pulls her sister closer, not happy until the younger woman is mostly sprawled on top of her. Jinx’s weight is a warm, calming pressure on top of her body, and she essentially uses the younger woman as a blanket as she buries her face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. 

 

By the time the first rays of morning touch the gate of the commune, chaos has already descended upon it. The two of them wake suddenly and fairly violently, and after only a second of sleepy blinking, she and Jinx spring into action as they hurry to pull on their clothes, their panic only mounting when they look over and see that Isha is gone, along with the gun she had swiped mere hours before. Jinx shakes her head, then, her hands shaking in terror, pats at her pants and belt.

 

“What?” Vi grunts as she finishes sloppily wrapping her chest. 

 

“The crystal,” Jinx gasps, her words barely more than a wheeze. “I had the original one in here and–” she swallows, then rubs her mouth with her hand, unable to finish her sentence with fear paralyzing her tongue. 

 

“Shit.” The two of them stand, then finish getting dressed, Jinx not even bothering to lace up her boots properly before they stumble out of their tent, the little bubble of serenity that they had managed to form instantly popping as they take in the all-out pandemonium that has settled over the commune. The very air is tinged a bright red, and Vi stops in her tracks when she hears a loud roar, her heart stopping before her body bursts back into running, her sister right by her side as they sprint towards the large glass building that had been housing the creature that is their father. Screams echo out between the buildings as soldiers run by, their shouts drowning out the terrified choir of voices for only a moment. Vi and Jinx turn the corner, flinching back as they finally catch sight of Vander and see his swollen, angry muscles, then take in his bright red eyes that only seem to get angrier as he continues his rampage, throwing anything that comes near him away with a wild swipe of his metallic claws. Fire burns some of the nearby buildings as he launches people away from him and into the flames, and it is all too much for Vi to even begin to take in; she clings desperately to her sister, terrified to let her go for even a moment, though she quickly drops her hand to throw a few punches towards a few of the soldiers that try to fire at Vander’s massive form. Jinx instantly disappears from her sight, to Vi’s immediate dread, and though she tries to follow her, to catch even a glimpse of her bright blue hair in the sea of red and black armor, it is nearly impossible with all of the fights breaking out around her that she keeps getting dragged into. Vander keeps roaring, keeps taking damage and fighting even harder and more viciously, and she mentally begs him to keep going, to stay alive until she can reach him.

 

Sharp pain blooms over her abdomen as the sharp end of a spear cuts through the skin and muscles of her midsection; Vi cries out as she falls to the ground, blood pouring from the wound as she presses her arm against it. She feels hands on her shoulders, and she looks up to see Caitlyn’s wide, panicked eyes as she grips and grabs at Vi’s skin as she tries to pull her up.

 

The situation is odd in a way that Vi had not anticipated– she can’t be sure if it is because she is stressed and overwhelmed, or if it is the rapid bloodloss, but part of her thought that coming across the taller woman again would be more difficult than it actually is. The fondness, the affection, and even the base-level desire that had once been present are dulled at best, now, and she blinks in surprise as she is hauled back to her feet. Caitlyn doesn’t seem to notice her internal turmoil, too focused on throwing Vi’s arm over her shoulders as she takes the brunt of her weight. 

 

“Come on,” Caityln shouts, doing her best to drag her away from the pandemonium. Vi wants to fight, wants to force the woman to take her straight to her sister, but she knows that it isn’t safe to have the two of them near each other, not after everything that has happened. Caitlyn’s presence here can’t possibly be a coincidence– she knows that the woman is working with Ambessa and her army, knows that Caitlyn could have easily been the one to lead them all here, and as she glances at the taller woman’s face, she swallows back the fear that she feels when she sees that same look in her eyes that had been there when the two of them had gone after Jinx together. 

 

With shock dulling the burning pain in her stomach, all she can think about is the deep-set instinct to keep her little sister safe, so she allows the woman to help her turn away. They manage to take all of two steps before Vi hears her sister scream, and she turns back just in time for the sea of soldiers to part and reveal Isha standing right in front of Vander’s enraged, uncontrollable form. Jinx’s gun is almost completely engulfed in blinding blue light as the multiple crystals recklessly shoved inside power up, and her entire body goes cold as she sees her sister push herself to her feet and start running towards what had once been their father and the small child standing in front of him. 

 

“No,” Vi wheezes– she knows what that blue light and the crystals it is emanating from are capable of, and her sister is far too close to all of it to be able to survive the sheer force of its blast, regardless of her advanced speed. She roughly pushes Caitlyn to the side as adrenaline rushes through her veins again, giving her the energy she needs to blindly throw herself in her sister’s direction, her feet barely touching the ground as she runs as fast as she can. She can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see past her tunnel vision that is solely focused on her sister; she can’t let it all end like this, not when they had just found something of their own, not when they were finally able to be together again after so much time spent apart. Every blink of her eyes brings another unbidden image of her dead brothers to the front of her mind, and it only propels her further. She has never been able to run this fast, has never been able to push through as much pain as she is now, but it is somehow the easiest thing she has ever done. Vi shoves everything that isn’t Jinx to the side, grabbing her right as Isha pulls the trigger, the blue glow turning bright and white right as she turns her back to the explosion, her little sister crushed against her chest as she does everything in her power to drive her back and away from the explosion, to protect her from the hot wave of energy that hits her and blows them both forward effortlessly. She lands on top of Jinx, her grip so tight that it hurts her bones and muscles, and the last thing she sees before the world goes completely black is her sister’s tear-filled eyes peering up at her in raw, undisguised fear.

 

When she wakes up again, Jinx is nowhere to be found. She blinks slowly as she looks around the room, not recognizing the room as being one in the Kiramman Mansion at first. Everything feels hazy and distant, even the dull pain that pulses in time with her heart beat. She takes a single glance at Loris, and her entire world feels like it is falling apart, even before she sits up and manages to force herself to ask him about her sister. He doesn’t answer her, skirting around the question, and it’s maddening enough to send her bounding down the hallways, pushing open door after door until she finally stumbles in on Caitlyn and her red-headed sidekick.

 

She forces herself to stand in the room with Caitlyn while she desperately tries explaining it all to her, but Vi’s hearing cuts out after she hears how her sister sacrificed herself to get Vi to safety; all she can think about is her own time in Stillwater, and she can’t stand the idea of Jinx suffering like that, even for a minute. Caitlyn is still talking, or at least, her lips are still moving, but Vi can’t bring herself to care when she knows that her little sister is alone and in pain.

 

“Where did you put her?” Vi croaks, uncaring of how she interrupts the other woman as her hands curl into fists and her short nails leave painful crescents in the meat of her palm. “What cell is she in?”

 

“She’s down in the bunker,” Caitlyn utters quietly, her eyes wide and her brows knitted. “I didn’t have time to think, I…” she stands, then reaches her hand out, blinking in shock when she sees how Vi avoids her touch as she takes several steps back to put a healthy distance between the two of them. “I wanted to wait for you before I proceeded any further,” she adds, frowning harder as she stills herself completely.

 

“So you threw her in a box in the meantime, right?” Vi sneers, shaking her head in disgust. She pushes her hair back, resting her hands on the top of her head for a moment before she drops them back to her sides. “It’s so easy for you Topsiders, isn’t it? You’ve never been kept in a cage, so you don’t know or care how bad it is for the ones you shove inside of them.”

 

“It isn’t Stillwater,” Caitlyn replies coldly as she stares at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest. She laughs to herself, though her eyes are stormy and her face remains unamused. “I thought you’d be happy about that, at the very least.”

 

Just barely holding back the angered tirade that she wants nothing more than to unleash upon the other woman, Vi presses her palm to her forehead, feeling like it is moments away from splitting open as a raging headache settles in with an uncomfortable ease. “Sure,” mutters, resting her hand on her hip. “Sure, yeah, she’s in a cage, but at least she isn’t in the worst possible cage, right?”

 

“I could have killed her,” Caitlyn replies, her eyes having gone cold and hard. “I didn’t.”

 

Vi storms forward, her hand raised, then stops herself as the woman flinches back. She braces her hand on the back of the chair that Caitlyn is sitting in, hovering over her as she lets her face get intimately close. “We wouldn’t be sitting here having a cute little chat if you did,” she murmurs, her voice flat and bored. “I would have already beaten you into a fucking pulp.”

 

“It must be nice to have such loyalty from you,” the woman says, her jaw clenched. 

 

“I could say the same,” Vi says, straightening back up. She takes a step back, but doesn’t let her eyes leave Caitlyn’s face. “But I really don’t think you know what loyalty even is.”

 

The woman swallows thickly, her hands curling into fists where they’re laid in her lap. “She killed my mother. Did you forget that?”

 

“And you took it out on everyone else, didn’t you?” Grinding her teeth together, Vi just barely manages to keep herself from sending her fist flying into the nearest wall. “You ran off at the first chance you got to go shack up with the nearest war lord so she could feed you poison straight from the spoon, and all you did was open your mouth wider so she could shovel more in.” Vi pushes herself back, then glares down at the woman in disdain. “Jinx didn’t know that your mom was in there, she didn’t even know who you were, really, but you knew everything that you were doing, and you still threw everyone, Topside and not, into a fucking war that half of us won’t even survive.” She spits at the woman’s feet, then turns away, pausing to turn over her shoulder without looking back at her. “Don’t sit there thinking you took the high road here. Don’t think you’re in the right just because you got hurt too.”

 

“Do you mean to tell me that your sister was right to do what she did?”

 

“No,” Vi says as she opens the door.

 

“So what is so different between the two of us?”

 

As she walks out of the room, knowing that she will never return, she shrugs. “I love her.”

 

Vi storms through the halls, almost disappointed to find that no one even tries to stop her– she could use a fight right now, wanting to blow off the excess steam building up inside of her before she goes to see her sister. She bursts through the gates, then breaks into a run as she hurls herself in the direction of the bunker, surprised she finds it totally empty upon her arrival, all of the guards seeming to have completely disappeared. There is an open canister from a nearby pneumatic tube laying on the desk of the guard’s station, and though it is empty, its message having long been retrieved and read, Vi knows the golden sheen of the hardware well enough that she doesn’t even have to look for the Kiramman seal that has been etched right onto the very front. There is a ring of keys laid on top of the desk in a manner that could have only been intentional, and she quickly snatches them, wasting no time in shoving herself into the elevator and letting it sink to the bottommost floor, though she paces back and forth inside of the small box, pulling her hair roughly as she silently begs it to go faster. Every second that passes with her sister locked away feels like a year, and her heart hurts as she thinks of how afraid her sister must be, so completely and totally isolated from everything. 

 

The elevator doors open with a slight squeal to a still, empty silence; there is not a single guard in sight, and Vi swallows nervously as she slowly exits, her head swiveling from side to side.

 

“And here I was thinking you all cleared out.” Jinx’s voice is barely more than a croak, and Vi storms forward, her hands wrapping around the bars of her sister’s cell as she presses her forehead against them and peers through the darkness at the curled-up figure hiding itself in the shadows. 

 

“Jinx?” Vi whispers, her eyes getting mistier as she takes in her sister’s haggard appearance.

 

The younger woman’s head snaps up to look at her, red-rimmed eyes staring at her in outraged disbelief. She blinks owlishly, then licks her lips. “What are you doing here?”

 

Vi’s hands shake as she tries out the keys on the ring, none of them working until she reaches the very last one. The door clicks open, and she lets out a heavy sigh of relief as she runs inside, slamming herself onto her knees as she pulls her sister in close. All of the younger woman’s hair is loose around her body, her chunky boots and belts long gone, and she looks so small in the little shadowed corner of the cell that she has chosen to hide in that it makes Vi’s chest ache even worse. 

 

She pets the back of Jinx’s head as she holds her close. “I thought I lost you,” Vi breathes, her voice thick with unshed tears that she tries to swallow back. “I thought I was never going to get to see you again.” 

 

“Maybe it would have been for the best if you didn’t,” Jinx replies softly, keeping her hands tightly wound around her knees. She sniffs miserably. “Maybe you should have stayed away.”

 

Freezing, Vi leans back just enough to grab her sister’s face, carefully pushing her hair out of it as she forces the girl to look at her. She searches her sister’s eyes for an answer, but all she finds are pained, pink-tinged tears. “What?”

 

“I gave you an out, you idiot,” Jinx chuckles, though there’s no joy or mirth behind it whatsoever. “So why would you come running back here?” She looks down, pulling her face away from Vi’s touch as she bats her hands away. “Go on, Vi. Run back to the pretty rich girl, don’t be stupid. Make the right choice this time.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Grabbing her sister’s face once more, Vi lightly strokes the side of her face and neck. She frowns even harder when she sees how determined Jinx is to avoid her gaze, then purses her lips. “Come on, we gotta get out of here, okay?”

 

“Go ahead,” Jinx replies, pushing Vi’s hands away again. 

 

Vi squares her shoulders as she clenches her jaw, letting her arms fall limply to her sides as she stares at the younger woman petulantly. “Well, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

 

Sighing, Jinx shakes her head. “You know, not too long ago, you were the one trying to get me in a cell.”

 

“Things change.” Vi swallows, her chest feeling like it is moments away from cracking open. 

 

With a loud snort, Jinx rolls her eyes as her tone turns caustic. “Wow, I’m not so bad now that you got a couple of orgasms out of me, right? Is that how it all works?”

 

“Of course not,” Vi says, recoiling as her mind races, trying to catch up with her sister’s infamously unstable moods. “I just…” she swallows down her shame, then ducks her head in penitence. “I didn’t see how much good was still left in you. I couldn’t let myself look for it.”

 

Jinx laughs directly in her face, and it is such a loud and cynically bitter sound that Vi feels her heart crack with the force of it. “There is no good version of me, Vi.” She leans forward, pressing her lips to Vi’s cheek. When she speaks again, her voice is little more than a broken whimper. “The kid wasn’t smart enough to stay away, even when I told her over and over again that she’d end up dead hanging around me. Don’t let me kill you, too.”

 

Unable to vocalize the thousands of thoughts racing through her mind, Vi does the next best thing– she crushes their lips together again, her hands pulling her sister as close as she can. At first, Jinx stays stiff as she keeps her hands to herself; it is nothing short of maddening, and Vi nearly bursts into frustrated tears as she continues to kiss the younger woman’s slack mouth. Jinx holds out for a few more seconds before she finally closes her eyes, sighing heavily as her arms circle Vi’s shoulders, her lips moving in perfect rhythm with Vi’s as she slips her a flash of tongue and tilts her head for a better angle. 

 

Grinning softly, Vi gently shuffles the two of them back so she can lay her sister down, draping her body on top of the younger woman’s as she slowly starts trailing kisses down the side of her neck. She spends her kissing and licking her sister’s skin as much as she can, no longer bothering to hold back from sucking as many marks as she can on her way down. She pauses as she reaches Jinx’s breasts, fondling them gently at first with her hands as she takes her time memorizing the look and feel of every little bit of her skin. She rubs circles over Jinx’s nipples with the rough pad of her thumbs, her own arousal mounting as she watches her sister shiver, her pupils growing large and dark and nearly overtaking her irises as she stares up at Vi. 

 

“How could I ever choose anyone that isn’t you?” Her voice is quiet enough that even she isn’t sure if she intended for her sister to hear her, but she doesn’t even glance up at her face as she takes one of the younger woman’s nipples into her mouth. Inhaling sharply, Vi rolls her tongue over the metal of her sister’s piercing, gently playing with it as her sister’s nipple hardens further.

 

“Vi!” Jinx cries out, her voice breaking as Vi pulls and twists her other nipple roughly, then switches her mouth over to kiss and lick it apologetically. She leaves little love bites in the valley between her sister’s breasts, then continues on her downward trajectory, her stomach flipping when she sees how Jinx roughly palms and pulls her nipples while she watches Vi continue to grip her waist and rub her face over her skin. Laughing quietly to herself, Jinx sighs, then gently pets the side of Vi’s head. “You big softie.”

 

Chuckling to herself, Vi buries her face in her sister’s stomach. “For you,” she responds in a hushed voice, feeling like she is almost praying. “Just for you.”

 

“You’re never going to give up on me, are you?” Jinx asks, her voice warm, but with a hollow quality to it as she stares down at Vi like she is looking at the most beautiful tragedy she has ever seen. She gently strokes Vi’s cheek as she bites her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. 

 

“No.” Vi kisses the younger woman’s palm, then grabs her hand to do the same to each of her knuckles. Jinx sighs as she watches Vi do it, her breath hitching when Vi drags her pants off in one quick, smooth motion. 

 

“Really?” Her sister’s legs spread with little prompting, even as she raises her eyebrows. “Here?”

 

“It’s not like anyone’s around,” Vi presses soft pecks to her thighs, then shoves her hands beneath her sister’s ass as she grabs her cheeks and lifts her hips. “There’s no one here to interrupt us.” She presses a wet, sloppy kiss to Jinx’s clit, then drags her lips down the inside of her thigh, pausing to peck her knee. “I can finally take my time with you.” 

 

Rubbing her cheek against Jinx’s leg, she smiles up at the younger woman, then settles between her thin legs. Without a second thought, she grabs her sister’s feet, lifting them to her mouth so she can graze her lips over the delicate joints of her ankles and the very tops of her feet. 

 

“Vi,” Jinx murmurs, her brows knitting as she watches Vi caress and kiss every bit of skin that she can reach.

 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Vi whispers as her hands stroke her sister’s leg. “I was so afraid.”

 

Humming, Jinx’s eyes sparkle as she tilts her head, then gently nudges Vi’s bottom lip with her big toe. She bites her lip and winks, as if playing some sort of joke, but Vi just sucks her toe into her mouth, licking the skin and staring at her as she does it, her thumb digging itself into the arch of her foot as she massages and licks her feet, obsessed with touching and worshipping as much of her sister as she can reach. “I’m sorry,” Jinx chokes as Vi brushes her lips over the soles of her feet. “I thought…” she swallows, then digs the heels of her hands into her eyes. “I thought you’d be happier with her.”

 

Blinking slowly as she stares at her sister, Vi nods to herself. “I think we’ve had a misunderstanding.” She crawls back up the younger woman’s body, her hands holding her waist as she keeps her still. “In fact, I know we have,” she rasps, closing her eyes as she rests her forehead against Jinx’s thin shoulder, then turns her face to press her mouth against her sister’s neck. 

 

Jinx turns away, no doubt trying to hide the sparkling pink tear that slides down her cheek.

 

“Baby,” Vi coos, grabbing her sister’s chin as she forces the younger woman to look at her again, then kisses the sugary-sweet trails of pink away. “Jinx, hey, come on.”

 

Flinching back, Jinx quietly sobs as more tears flow down her face. “Powder.” She pleads through her tightly-clenched jaw. 

 

Gobsmacked, Vi’s mouth drops open for a moment before she snaps it shut, then licks her lips. Her heart in her throat, Vi keeps her voice as quiet as she can, terrified of misstepping; this is not the first time she has called the woman by her former name, and it is not even the first time that her sister has requested it, but she knows better than to make any assumptions. “What?”

 

“Just when it’s us,” the younger woman begs, her eyes screwed shut as pink, salty-sweet rivers flow steadily from the corners. “Not around anyone else, I can’t–”

 

Shushing her sister, Vi carefully wipes her wet cheeks with the rough, calloused skin of her thumbs, then pauses for a moment before she licks the pink stain away. Sliding her hands back down to Jinx’s thin, slender waist, Vi blissfully inhales in the scent of her sweat as she skims her lips over the younger woman’s forehead “It’s okay, PowPow,” Vi breathes, her heart racing as she waits to see her sister’s reaction.

 

Jinx’s body goes limp as surrenders herself completely to Vi’s hold without even a trace of a fight. 

 

“There you go,” Vi gasps, her hand rubbing her sister’s pussy as she kisses her neck. She feels herself beaming as she feels the woman beneath her rolling her hips up against her palm, then curls her fingers inside of her. “That’s my girl,” she sighs in contentment, the air leaving her mouth in a warm rush as it rushes over Jinx’s wet, bruised skin. “My sweet Powder.”

 

“Shit,” Jinx mutters, turning to capture Vi’s lips as she moans into her mouth and scrapes her nails down Vi’s back. Vi covers her completely, sucking her tongue while she fingers her pussy and strokes her hip. She feels Jinx’s walls clench down around her, hears the wounded noises she makes, but none of it is anywhere near enough for her. She pulls her fingers out, then grabs her sister’s shoulder and flips her over as she shoves her face between the younger woman’s legs and licks her clean. Leaving a trail of bruises as she kisses her way up the line of her spine, Vi bites Jinx’s shoulder as she sinks her fingers back inside of her entrance and starts hammering them in and out. Jinx moans, her voice breaking while she braces herself against the floor as she pushes herself back against Vi’s attack. 

 

“Just like that, baby.” Vi swallows as she watches the muscles in her sister’s back and shoulders ripple and twitch as she grinds herself against Vi’s hand. “You take it so pretty,” Vi leans forward, kissing the shell of her sister’s ear. She laughs, then kisses the bitemark she left on her shoulder. “I bet I’ve got something back in my apartment that you’d take really well, too.”

 

Jinx loudly moans as she thrusts her hips back. “Please,” she begs, her voice breaking as she screams and jerks in Vi’s hold, her second orgasm nearly violent in its execution. Vi holds her close, carefully pulling her into her arms as she settles the younger woman’s body in her lap. Jinx’s head lays on her shoulder as she pants and wraps Vi’s hair around her finger. “Thank you,” she utters after a couple of minutes have passed and her heart rate has slightly settled.

 

Nuzzling her nose against the top of Jinx’s head, Vi buries her face in her sister’s hair. “For what?”

“For coming back for me.”

 

Tightening her hold, Vi rubs her cheek against the top of her sister’s head. “There was never a chance that I wouldn’t.” She inhales sharply, then glances at her sister’s clothes before she looks back toward the elevator. They have managed to have their privacy so far, but Vi has no doubt that someone will be sent to check upon the two of them after a while, and she has no desire to be anywhere near this cell when that happens. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.” 

 

“There’s no one coming,” Jinx says as she crawls towards her clothes. She pulls them on roughly, then stands, her feet still bare while her hair falls around her body like a massive, heavy curtain. Vi steps forward, pushing the heavy lengths behind her sister’s shoulders as she smiles down at her. Biting her lower lip, Jinx peers up at Vi, then nods to herself. “Come on,” she murmurs, dragging Vi behind her as they hurriedly exit the bunker.

 

“Where are we going?”

 

Jinx presses her lips together. “My place,” she answers after a moment of running her eyes over Vi’s face. She squeezes her hand, then leads her back to Zaun, the two of them moving as fast as Vi’s feet will let her while the world around them turns into a blur of color and light. 

 

Vi’s heart flutters when she sees her sister’s hideout in the mine shaft, both out of fear of the lack of guardrails lining the huge fanblades that serve as her sister’s floors, and out of a fond sort of affection that warms her chest when she sees the drawings and decorations that were all clearly products of her sister’s hand. She looks around as her sister digs through a pile of clothing, frowning when she sees shirts and pants and toys small enough for an actual child.

 

Clearing her throat, Vi rubs the back of her neck. “She was staying with you?”

 

Jinx shrugs listlessly as she picks up a shirt, then tosses it to the side. “Sometimes. She mostly stayed at The Drop with Sevika.” She straightens up, then slips off her clothing, sliding on a pair of pants that buckle onto her thin form, showing off almost all of the skin of her hips, then rips off her shirt and glances at Vi before she pulls out her own roll of bandages and starts wrapping the length around her chest. Smiling softly, Vi joins her, then knocks her hands away as she takes over, making sure that the wraps binding her sister’s chest are snug, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation. Jinx leans up on her toes to kiss Vi’s cheek before grabs what looks to have once been a full jacket, though, at some point or another, her sister seems to have taken significant artistic liberties with it. The hood has large, jagged edges that remind Vi more of teeth than anything else, and Jinx groans as she yanks her endlessly long locks of hair through it.

“Sit down,” Vi insists, following her sister to the couch as she sits behind her and starts combing through her hair with her fingers. “

 

“You should just cut it off,” Jinx quietly suggests after Vi finishes detangling most of it.

 

Vi hums, then splits the mass of hair into three mostly-even pieces. “Is that what you want?”

 

“I don’t know,” the younger woman responds, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Everything feels…different, somehow.” She picks at a loose thread on her pants, then glances at her nails. 

 

Vi starts braiding her sister’s hair into one, thick plait. “Good different or bad different?”

 

“I think it’s too early to tell,” Jinx peeks back over her shoulder with wide eyes and lips bitten so raw that they’re red and bleeding in some spots. “But I think some of it is pretty good.”

 

Her hands moving instinctually as she continues to braid, Vi purses her lips in thought. “How would you want to cut it?” 

 

“I could shave it,” Jinx murmurs hesitantly. “Maybe you could cut mine to look like yours.”

 

Vi laughs, throwing the longer portions of her head over her shoulder. “Like mine? Why would you want to do that?”

 

“I’ve always wanted to be like you.” Tucking her bangs behind her ear, her sister curls her knees up to her chest. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted to be.”

 

Carefully, Vi puts the braid down, then wraps her arms around her sister’s shoulders and pulls her back against her chest as she kisses the side of her head. “That’s funny,” she says, her face split into a smile so wide that it hurts her cheeks. “Do you know why?”

 

Jinx shakes her head, staring down at her bare feet while she tangles her fingers together in her lap. 

 

“I’ve always wanted to be like you,” Vi confesses quietly. 

 

Scoffing, Jinx tries to lean forward, to escape Vi’s grasp. “Bullshit,” she hisses. 

 

Immediately, Vi pulls her back to her chest, tightening her hold as she surrounds the girl with her legs as well. “I’m being serious,” she continues insistently. “You are everything I’ve always fought for. You’re smart, Pow. You’ve always been so fucking smart and inventive, nothing has ever been able to stop you.” She hides her face in her sister’s neck. “All I’ve ever had is my fists, and all I’ve ever known how to do is swing them at anyone who gets in my way.” She snorts. “I didn’t even make my own gauntlets.”

 

“More like oversized bitch mittens,” Jinx huffs under her breath. 

 

Vi rolls her eyes, slapping her sister’s arm. “Shut up, I’m trying to be sincere, you dick.”

 

“I know, it’s the worst.”

 

Snorting, Vi leans back, picking up the heavy blue braid as she tightens it and continues weaving the loose ends. Jinx turns and watches Vi finish it off, then hands her a few strips of leather to secure it in place. 

 

“Thanks.”

 

“I’ve always liked doing your hair,” Vi replies warmly. Jinx scratches the side of her nose, then stands, though Vi doesn’t let her get very far– she grabs her wrist, then yanks her back down on the couch, holding her in place as she kisses her face and laughs as her sister squawks in indignation. She laughs, then, holding Jinx’s cheeks in her hands, she presses their lips together, snorting as Jinx immediately gives into her whims. Relaxing on top of Vi as she buries her hands in her hair, her sister sighs into her mouth as the two of them sink even deeper into the couch, more than happy to hump against each other while they tangle their tongues together wetly. 

 

Just as their moans intensify, their petting getting even heavier, they hear a loud banging noise. Jinx pauses for a moment, then licks into Vi’s mouth again, shrugging.

 

“I don’t even have time to deal with this,” Ekko says a few moments later, his face still and stony as he watches the two of them spring apart from each other. Vi frowns as she takes in his tired, empty stare. 

 

“Ekko?” She breathes.

 

Jinx glares at him, pouting as she crosses her arms over her chest and throws herself back against the couch. “How did you find us?”

 

Blinking, Ekko rubs his hands over his face, then shakes his head. “I don’t even know where to start with that, but it doesn’t matter. We’ve got to go.”

 

“We?”

 

“Yes!” He snaps. “We,” he motions between the three of them, “meaning all of us.” He points back towards the entrance, then winces as the glowing contraption latched onto the strap hanging across his chest slams into his hip with the violence of his motions. “There’s a fucking war going on out there, in case the two of you didn’t notice. That woman your little Piltie friend got all buddy-buddy with brought all of her soldiers in, and now everyone else is stuck right in the middle of all of it.” He storms forward, his eyes brightly lit with anger. “Zaunites are dying. I’m not going to sit back and let everyone else stomp us out of existence, so both of you need to–” he shakes his head, laughing in disbelief. “You need to stop kissing and come help me stop them from turning the undercity into a mass grave.”

 

Vi looks down at her hands, curling them into fists that don’t feel like they will get her all that far. “I don’t even have my gauntlets, Ekko. I can’t–”

Jinx clears her throat with a wince. “I may have held on to your old ones.” She scratches the side of her nose, her knee bouncing. Flashing Vi an awkward smile, she stands, then scurries down the blades to root around in a shadowed corner of her hideout. 

 

Vi glances at Ekko, then raises her brow as she tries to think of the last time she laid eyes on him prior to this moment. “Wait,” she squints, tilting her head, “where have you been?”

 

He presses his palm to his forehead, sighing heavily. “We really don’t have time to get into that.”

 

Leaning over, Vi peers around Ekko just in time to see her sister coming bounding back, her original pair of gauntlets in tow. They are even more colorful than they were the last time she saw them, and Vi hums to herself as she sees the garishly charming mixes of pink and blue littering nearly every inch of them. Jinx drops them at her feet, then rubs her wrists as she rocks back on her heels and whistles. 

 

“Put them on,” Ekko huffs, pacing back and forth as he pinches the skin between his brows. “We have to–”

 

“Yeah, yeah, we heard you,” Jinx groans while she shoves her feet into her boots. 

 

“Don’t forget that you started this,” he growls as he glares down at her. Dragging his eyes over to Vi’s, he narrows them even further. “And you sat back while the very same person you swore wanted to change things for us did everything she could to make it all so much fucking worse.” He pushes his locs out of his face. “So just shut up and help me clean up both of your messes.”

 

“Sheesh,” Jinx mutters under her breath. “Cranky.”

 

Ekko’s expression grows even stormier as he stares at Jinx, as if searching for something on her face or in her eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, Jinx rubs the back of her neck, looking back at Vi before she turns to Ekko, squaring her shoulders. “How much time do we have?”

 

“None,” Ekko stresses. “People are dying now.”

 

Her sister grins, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I guess that means we gotta move pretty fast, huh?”

 

They all burst into matching blurs of motion as she and Ekko follow her sister’s instructions to push her belongings off the edges of the fan blades before she starts giggling as she pulls a series of levers. A loud, metallic grinding echoes through the mineshaft before the very top of it splits open in short, jerky movements.

“You should probably hold onto something,” she suggests as the entire structure beneath their feet vibrates and jerks, the top of the center portion falling away thick canvas rapidly inflates, the fan blades spinning and drawing more up into the growing balloon as they quickly start rising. 

 

Clinging tightly to the thin railing, Vi watches her sister in awe as she starts to pilot the structure– they pitch from side to side a few times as she cranks what looks to be a ship’s wheel in short, jerky motions. Their floating platform easily weaves between the sharp edges of the jagged rock surrounding the mines, and Jinx whoops and cheers as Ekko shakes his head and grabs his board from off of his back. They soar past the thick smog that has always hung over Zaun, and Vi’s breath catches in her throat as she watches the light filter over her sister’s face as they barrel towards Piltover. Smoke billows from the formerly pristine, white buildings and Vi clenches her fists, her gauntlets humming as they slowly start to glow. Ekko hops over the side of the rails as his board buzzes to life and he darts off ahead of them, and Jinx shrugs, cranking the wheel as she tries to steer them closer to all of the action.

 

The fight feels more like a blur than anything else, though Vi desperately keeps her sister in her eyesight– the thing is, neither of them had anticipated ever seeing Vander again, not after watching him take the brunt of his second hextech blast, so when he flings himself at them, they freeze for a moment before the three of them go careening into the nearby clocktower of the Hexgate, Jinx losing control of the wheel as Vi grabs her and holds her as tightly as she can, bracing for impact while Vander lunges at them yet again. The world becomes a blur of colors and metallic screeching, and Vi and her sister go flying as they roll down onto a tilted metal platform, the two of them fighting with their backs pressed against each other. Their best attempts are nowhere near good enough though– Vander’s newest evolution has come with even more speed, more nearly-invincible strength, and though he goes down for just long enough for Vi to be forced to mourn him for a third time, he quickly rises once more, just to be knocked aside by the colorful blur that is Jinx. 

 

Vi catches the younger woman with a half-strangled scream, her heart in her throat as she stares down the line of her sister’s body at the unrecognizable monster that has been crafted from the very flesh and bones of the man that was once her father. Her chest hurts more now than it ever has before, and her shoulder twinges in pain, but she holds on as tightly as she can while she stares at her own terrified reflection in her sister’s wide, shiny eyes. 

 

“Hold on,” she begs as she tries to pull her sister up, their combined weight in addition to Vander’s only making the platform she is half-hanging from creak and squeal as it tilts downwards. 

 

“You have to let go,” Jinx blurts, shock and fear leaving her raspy and pitchy. She swallows, then winces as Vander digs his claws into her skin. “Vi, the platform won’t hold us all.”

 

Vander roars, the sound echoing around them and making Vi’s ears ring. “Don’t make me lose you,” she begs. “Please, I can’t–” tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she tightens her grip, adrenaline pumping through her as she feels her sister slip just the slightest bit further out of her reach. “Powder!” She screams, her vision only able to focus on her sister’s face as the rest of the world fades into a colorless blur.

 

Jinx swallows, her eyes searching Vi’s before she nods, then looks down at Vander. “I’m sorry,” she rasps as she rears her foot back and kicks him in the eyes, nearly knocking herself from Vi’s grasp with the desperate violence of her movements. Vander’s grip slips and Vi yanks her sister up, her eyes growing wide as her sister grabs the last bomb dangling from her belt, ripping the ring from the top of it with her teeth before she throws it right at Vander’s outstretched hand, the jagged, metal teeth instantly embedding themselves into his armored flesh. Roaring even louder, he plummets towards the bottom of the shaft as Vi desperately pulls her sister up onto the platform, crushing the smaller woman against her chest as she clutches at her skin and tries to pull her even closer. They both flinch as the bomb detonates, the explosion drowning out any of his last sounds, and she can’t tell if her heart has stopped beating or if it is simply racing too fast for her to detect it, but all she can do is choke down deep, gasping breaths as she shakes and trembles with her sister in her arms. 

 

“I’m sorry,” Jinx whimpers, her tone heavy with devastation as her nails scratch Vi’s back and shoulders with every attempt she makes to cling harder to her body. “I killed him again.”

 

“It’s okay,” Vi breathes, hating how true the words really are despite the devastation that feels like it is poisoning her blood. Her arms and legs shake, but she forces herself to stand as she drags her sister down the platform and onto more stable ground. Collapsing on top of her, Vi slips her shaking hands out of the gauntlets as she pants shallowly. 

 

“Vi?” Her sister’s voice cracks as she stares up at her sister in fear. “Are you–?”

 

She has no words, has no thoughts other than the grief-tinged relief that comes out as she sobs into the younger woman’s mouth; she kisses Jinx through her tears, uncaring of how short her own breath is as long as it tastes like her sister’s. Her fingers feel numb until they come in contact with the cool, clammy flesh of her sister’s waist, and she wastes no time in unbuckling the younger woman’s pants and shoving her hand between her thighs. She laughs as she feels the wetness already clinging Jinx’s entrance, feeling nearly delirious as she shoves two fingers inside of her with little preamble. 

 

“Fuck,” Jinx gasps, spreading her legs as far as she can with her pants still clinging to her thighs. 

 

“Never leave me,” Vi begs, her voice rough and raw, her eyes wide open as she stares down at her. 

 

“Never,” her sister promises.

 

“I’ve never been so scared in my entire life,” Vi sobs, her throat raw. “Not that day on the bridge, not when Vander and the boys died the first time…” she chokes, then clenches her eyes shut as tears splash onto her sister’s skin. “You can’t go.” Whimpering, Vi hides her face against her sister’s shoulder. “I won’t survive it. I’ll jump right after you, I swear.”

 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jinx promises, her breath hitching as Vi bites her shoulder until she tastes traces of shimmer-sweet blood. Her thin fingers tangling in the sweat-soaked, tangled hair at the base of Vi’s skull, Jinx only pulls her down against her even more. Her whines get higher in pitch as Vi speeds up her fingers, and she arches her back, then slips her hand down to unbutton and unzip Vi’s pants. She shoves two fingers inside of Vi’s pussy, curling them upwards as she starts a direct assault on her g-spot. “I’ll stay with you, and you’ll stay with me.”

 

Vi moans, her nose buried in her sister’s messy blue hair. “You’re not going anywhere without me,” she warns her, uncaring of how unrepentantly possessive and controlling she sounds. “I’m never letting you leave my side again.” 

 

Jinx’s walls clench around her fingers with a viselike grip. “Promise?” She asks breathlessly.

 

The two of them writhe against each other, their moans mingling and mixing between their spit-slick lips. Bracing her forehead against Jinx’s shoulder, she opens her mouth and groans as her orgasm hits her, then, before she has even had a moment to come down from the headrush, she bites her sister’s lip. “I love you, PowPow,” she breathes, “I don’t care what happens, as long as I have you.”  She smiles as Jinx’s voice breaks while she cries out, wetness soaking Vi’s fingers as her sister’s body trembles beneath hers. Vi presses kisses all over her face, then licks her lips and grins when she tastes the younger woman’s sweat. 

 

“You two really couldn’t wait?” Ekko asks, exhausted and covered in cuts, bruises, and a decently thick layer of dirt and ash. 

 

Vi yanks her hand out of Jinx’s pants as she sits up, her eyes wide as they land on Caitlyn and Ekko where they’re standing a few levels above them, looking down with expressions of shock and weary irritation, though one of Caitlyn’s eyes is closed and bloody in a way that makes Vi’s stomach sink. Jinx clears her throat, then buckles her pants back in place as Vi zips and buttons her own. She stands, then helps her sister do the same before she looks back up at them. “Is it over?” 

 

“Your part is,” Ekko responds, his voice and gaze flat and tinged with a somber sort of sadness. 

Caitlyn, for her part, doesn’t say anything– she just stares at Vi with one eye, confusion etched into the very skin and muscles of her face. 

 

“We’re leaving,” Vi says, shifting to block the woman’s view of her sister. “We won’t come back, we’ll stay gone.” 

 

“Yeah,” Ekko shrugs, then wipes the end of his nose on the back of his hand. “I figured that would be the case.”

 

Caitlyn closes her dropped jaw, then nods stiffly, blinking rapidly like she is trying to clear her vision, like she doesn’t believe what she is seeing. 

 

Vi doesn’t particularly care to stick around to see what the other woman will make of the scene unfolding in front of her; instead, she reaches back and grabs her sister’s wrist as she leads her out, the two of them keeping their footsteps light and quick, neither of them letting Caitlyn and the long barrel of her rifle out of their sights until they are able to turn and run down the half-destroyed stairs. They get back to the ground level, then burst out of the doors, both of them looking down the streets to search for their best paths of escape.  

 

“Come on,” Vi urges as they move through the crowds of injured soldiers and civilians groaning in pain while they wait for aid. 

 

“Where are we going?” Jinx asks, half-jogging to keep up with Vi’s long strides.

 

“I don’t know,” she pants in reply, “but we need to get the fuck out of here while we have the chance.” They aren’t that far from the aerodrome, so she leads them in that direction, the streets completely bare where they would usually be packed with people. There are an array of ships left completely unguarded, and Jinx squeezes Vi’s hand, biting her lip in excitement.

 

“I’ve always wanted to ride in one of those,” she says, pointing at the nearest one. 

 

Vi squints at it, her hands on her hips as her lips twitch up at the corners. She turns back to her sister. “Do you think you can fly it?”

 

“There’s really only one way to find out,” Jinx replies as she wiggles her brows. 

 

Laughing, they run towards the ship with their hands tightly linked between their bodies, and for a moment, Vi almost feels like she is a child again, running through the world with her sister only a step behind her. For the first time in years, her heart, while still heavy, doesn’t feel like such an impossible weight to carry. She glances back at Jinx’s wide, toothy smile, then stops right as they get onto the deck of the ship, pausing to pull the younger woman into her arms as she crushes their lips together and spins the two of them in place while her sister laughs into her mouth and holds her waist.  

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