Multifandom Oneshots

arcane ~ routine (hurt/comfort) ~ jinx & silco

A/N : Based on the art attached to this fic, which was drawn by kherl_arts on Twitter. Autistic!Jinx because I said so. Tw for self injury (not like cutting or anything, but just hitting herself in the head)

When Silco entered Jinx's work station, he found her curled up in a ball on the ground, hitting herself in the head.

Now, this probably would've cause alarm for anyone looking in, but this was not uncommon for her, so Silco wasn't too worried about it. Though, he obviously still didn't want her hurting herself (and it always stung at least a little bit to see her like this), so he calmly kneeled in front of her.

"Jinx" he said softly, getting her attention. She looked up at him, and he could then fully see the tears running down her face as she made panicked throat noises. Silco reached up and gently took her hands away from her head. It was as he did this that he noticed she didn't have her hair braided like she normally did, and he grew a bit confused.

"I need you to breathe and tell me what the issue is, okay?" Silco coaxed. This was a sort of routine he had gone through many times with all her little meltdowns, breakdowns, and panic attacks. Those exact words were like a second language to him at that point, and patience was a part of that language. Sure, he could get a little short with his employees, but he was (almost) always patient when it came to his daughter.

"I- I was trying to braid my hair and make it look- SHUT UP!" She hit herself in the head again, likely in response to a voice she heard. " To make it look pretty" she continued. "And normal like I always- Like it always is" She laughed to herself before returning to panic. "But I fucked it up- I messed it up" She paused, then hit herself in the head again as the familiar voice of Mylo chimed in with a small "Like you always do"

"And now it's all wrong" she continued, gesturing her unbraided hair. Silco nodded, putting the pieces together in his head. She had always had a thing for keeping routines, and so when the routine of braiding her hair was messed up for whatever reason, she freaked out. He sighed as she hit herself again despite his protests.

"Come here, little one" he said as he stood up, pulled over her chair, and sat down in it. Jinx (who's panicked tears had now been replaced with irritation), silently scooted over to where his legs were and leaned against him, still keeping her arms around one leg while the other just rested on the floor.

Silco took half of her hair and began to silently braid it, something which he had done many times over the years (especially at the beginning when Jinx didn't know how to do it herself). He glanced around her workshop, taking in the graffiti that covered the walls. Phrases like "All your fault!" and "You're a JINX!" littered every little crevice, and he felt his heart sting a little bit. Vi's (understandable) abandonment had truly been traumatic, and she'd never gotten past it.

He was almost done with the other half when she finally uncurled herself and let out a big sigh of contentment. "Feeling better?" Silco asked gently, still focusing on her hair. Jinx nodded in response with a small "Thank you, Silco" and a chuckle. Silco just smiled as he finished off the last few braids.

As soon as he was done, Jinx sprung up and pulled him into a hug, which he stiffly returned. He'd never really been a fan of hugs (any sort of physical touch made him jumpy ever since being drowned), but he'd learned to tolerate them for her sake since that was how she would often show her appreciation for him.

"Do you want to show me any projects you've been working on?" Silco asked as Jinx pulled away from the hug with a small laugh. Her eyes lit up at the question like they always did whenever he indulged her (albeit dangerous) hyperfixation of bombs and weaponry. She eagerly ran over to her desk and pulled out a small bomb she'd been making that had a large X on it and explained its functions.

Silco smiled. He may not have understood a single thing she was talking about, but his daughter was happy for the time being, and that was all he cared about.