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#Jilco #Jinco
It started as a game: it all starts like this, doesn't it?
Even the destruction of Piltover, after all.
It had started by infecting small, apparently harmless things: an exchange of roles that had made them no more daughter and father.
It started as a game: it all starts like this, doesn't it?
Even the destruction of Piltover, after all.
It had started by infecting small, apparently harmless things: an exchange of roles that had made them no more daughter and father.
Silco had hidden her marks under long-sleeved shirts, black trousers: Jinx wore deeper wounds on her skin and only her eyes threatened to betray their little game.
Anxious. Restless. Excited.
Anxious. Restless. Excited.
Pain is a dimension they are used to; it's part of their nature and they come back to it every time.
They donโt fear it, they donโt avoid it: they accept it - because every birth is impregnated with blood and black.
They donโt fear it, they donโt avoid it: they accept it - because every birth is impregnated with blood and black.
#Jilco #Jinco
This is not the first time they have found themselves like ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด - folded over each other.
It is not the first time that there is blood between her teeth, on her lips, along her chin.
Silco collapses on her body, crushing her under his weight -
This is not the first time they have found themselves like ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด - folded over each other.
It is not the first time that there is blood between her teeth, on her lips, along her chin.
Silco collapses on her body, crushing her under his weight -
- he brushes a braid with his fingertips, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
Jinx strokes the hair on the nape of his neck - regular movements, which rise from the space between his shoulder blades to his head.
Jinx strokes the hair on the nape of his neck - regular movements, which rise from the space between his shoulder blades to his head.
For a few minutes neither of them move; Jinx arranges her legs back around his hips, just curling her lips when ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ drips on her thigh.
She tilts her face towards him, brushing his eyebrows with her fingertips.
She tilts her face towards him, brushing his eyebrows with her fingertips.
#Jilco #Jinco #FantasyAU
1.
Heavy is the crown, poisoned his dark throne.
A big city - metal and glass; monsters and men.
Zaun stood like a bastion of rock and rage in the middle of Runettera, a dense, dark lump of stone and chem prodigies.
1.
Heavy is the crown, poisoned his dark throne.
A big city - metal and glass; monsters and men.
Zaun stood like a bastion of rock and rage in the middle of Runettera, a dense, dark lump of stone and chem prodigies.
Everything died in Zaun, but what survived was merciless - distorted and ferocious.
Sevika watches the king sit beside his ๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ, listening to her asymmetrical, weak breathing.
"She will make it."
The king is silent, he ignores her.
Sevika watches the king sit beside his ๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ, listening to her asymmetrical, weak breathing.
"She will make it."
The king is silent, he ignores her.
""Jinx is a sturdy monkey; she will not abandon you."
"Strange choice of words." and roars the voice of the king, a caged predator.
Silco brings his clenched fists under his chin, gives her an annoyed look.
"The court murmurs, sire."
"It always has."
"Strange choice of words." and roars the voice of the king, a caged predator.
Silco brings his clenched fists under his chin, gives her an annoyed look.
"The court murmurs, sire."
"It always has."
#Jilco #Jinco #VampireAU
A chatty and disobedient offspring, that's what Jinx was.
A small evil monkey who dared to contradict him and escape between his fingers - who allowed herself to think she did not belong to him, by blood and by right.
โIt wasn't hard to find you."
A chatty and disobedient offspring, that's what Jinx was.
A small evil monkey who dared to contradict him and escape between his fingers - who allowed herself to think she did not belong to him, by blood and by right.
โIt wasn't hard to find you."
Plotch.
โYou left a lot ofโฆ stuff behind you."
Plic, plic, plic.
Silco takes off his gloves, putting them in the inside pocket of his coat.
โJinx.โ
Splatch.
Silco raises an eyebrow, moving a mushy pink viscera with the tip of his shoe.
โDon't be a little girl."
Plaf.
โYou left a lot ofโฆ stuff behind you."
Plic, plic, plic.
Silco takes off his gloves, putting them in the inside pocket of his coat.
โJinx.โ
Splatch.
Silco raises an eyebrow, moving a mushy pink viscera with the tip of his shoe.
โDon't be a little girl."
Plaf.
Silco tilts his chin towards his chest, holding a half-chewed eyeball between his thumb and forefinger.
โI taught you better than that."
A pinkish eye stares at him from the darkness of the alley, studying him.
โThere is grace even in death."
โI taught you better than that."
A pinkish eye stares at him from the darkness of the alley, studying him.
โThere is grace even in death."
#jilco pussy eating ๐คช๐ฆ #nsfw
Jinx hasn't slept in at least two days. Last night she crawled into Silco's bed -- as is her custom on bad nights -- and the only thing she succeeded in doing was keeping Silco awake as well.
Jinx hasn't slept in at least two days. Last night she crawled into Silco's bed -- as is her custom on bad nights -- and the only thing she succeeded in doing was keeping Silco awake as well.
He's grumpy from lack of sleep when he calls for her that afternoon.
"Have you managed to get any sleep?"
Jinx twirls a piece of hair that's escaped her braid between two fingers.
"....not exactly--- but I got so much done. Do you wanna see the new bombs I designed?"
"Have you managed to get any sleep?"
Jinx twirls a piece of hair that's escaped her braid between two fingers.
"....not exactly--- but I got so much done. Do you wanna see the new bombs I designed?"
Silco grabs her by the wrist and her eyes meet his in an instant.
"You need to rest. You will stay in my room again tonight and I will take care of this."
She lets out an exasperated sigh and blows a piece of hair from her eyes.
"Fine."
"You need to rest. You will stay in my room again tonight and I will take care of this."
She lets out an exasperated sigh and blows a piece of hair from her eyes.
"Fine."
Okay bitches I'm high let's do this! Incoming #jilco thread fic! #nsfw, daddy kink and who the fuck knows what else!
Jinx has always enjoyed making herself on top of Silco's desk. Partly because she knows she's the only one who could get away with it. Her boot is leaving an imprint on some important looking document and Silco isn't even batting an eye. It's always okay when she's the one doing
the destruction. His well of excuses is unending when it comes to her.
Also. It's just so /easy/ to slide right into his lap if she's already perched on top of his desk. When she was younger she felt safe around him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her.
Also. It's just so /easy/ to slide right into his lap if she's already perched on top of his desk. When she was younger she felt safe around him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her.
