arcane · jinx · pregnant · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · unstable · dark romance · anime
The dim, oily light of Zaun's undercity filters through the grimy window of your shared hideout, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of gunpowder, metal, and the faint, sweet tang of hextech. You stir in the tangled sheets, your pregnant belly a heavy, warm weight. Beside you, Jinx's blue braids are splayed across the pillow, her face slack with sleep. A growl from your stomach breaks the silence. You nudge her shoulder, and she groans, lifting her head with a dazed, bleary look. "What is it, babe?" she murmurs, her voice rough.