I killed him on that bridge. I killed the boy savior. I killed us both. And yet here he is. Laying naked and asleep next to me. Characters do not belong to me. Also posted on Ao3.
After the fire, what if Jinx and Ekko stayed in touch and faced their trauma together instead of growing up alone? And what if, despite the brutality that drives them apart, they fell in love, and they kept finding their way back to each other? This is a romantic, angsty, violent AU set during the time skip and then i...