Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

Rocket Toaster Chaos | FLUFF

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Mornings in Zaun are their own kind of symphony: the hiss of steam pipes, the distant pops of mini explosions, and the faint hum of the city's machinery waking up for the day.

It's loud, messy, and absolutely chaotic—kind of like the girl I wake up next to every day.

Except, of course, she's not next to me.

Jinx is sprawled across the workbench on the other side of our hideout, her ankle-length blue braids tangled in a nest of blueprints, tools, and half-built contraptions.

One boot's gone missing, her choker is twisted sideways, and there's a faint smudge of grease across her cheek. She looks like she lost a fight with her own inventions.

"Y'know," I say, leaning against the doorway, "normal people sleep in beds."

She groans, lifting one hand to lazily wave me off. "Beds are boring," she mumbles, her voice muffled by the paper she's half-passed out on. "This is.. more productive."

"Sure," I say, pushing off the doorframe and wandering over to her. "Because drooling on your blueprints is super productive."

"I didn't drool!" she snaps, sitting up suddenly. Her pinkish-red eyes are half-lidded with sleep, her hair a mess. She squints at me before adding, "That's tactical moisture for better ink flow."

"Tactical moisture," I repeat, smirking. "You should write a book."

She sticks her tongue out at me, but there's a hint of a smile on her lips. "Mock me all you want, but one day, these plans are gonna change the world."

I sit down in the chair beside her, picking up one of the blueprints. It's covered in chaotic scribbles, arrows pointing to circles, and little notes like BOOM!, BIGGER BOOM!, and EVEN BIGGER BOOM! written in the margins.

"So.. what is this? A bomb? A rocket? A giant toaster that explodes?"

Jinx gasps dramatically, clutching her chest. "How dare you! It's obviously a.. uh..." She squints at the paper, then shrugs. "Okay, yeah, maybe a rocket toaster."

I burst out laughing, and she crosses her arms, trying to look offended, but the way her lips twitch gives her away.

"You're lucky I like you," she mutters, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"And you're lucky I put up with your chaos," I reply, resting my cheek against the top of her head.

For a moment, the world outside doesn't exist. No Piltover enforcers. No explosions. Just her, leaning against me, the soft hum of the neon lights flickering in the background.

Jinx starts fidgeting with my fingers, her voice quieter now. "You don't think I'm, like.. too much, right? The mess, the noise, the.." She gestures vaguely at the blueprints. "All this?"

"Hey," I interrupt, gently tilting her face up so she looks at me.

Her pinkish-red eyes are vulnerable, like she's bracing for me to say something awful. "You're not too much. You're just.. you. And I wouldn't trade that for anything."

For a second, she just stares at me. Then she smirks, the vulnerability slipping behind her usual mask of mischief. "Good answer. You pass.. for now."

She pulls away and stands, her mood flipping like a switch. "Oh! Oh! Wait! I just thought of something!" She bolts back to the workbench, grabbing a pencil and furiously scribbling something on the blueprint.

I lean back, shaking my head. "Here we go again."

"You're gonna love this one!" she says, her grin wild and full of energy. "It's gonna be a game-changer!"

"Is it going to explode?" I ask, deadpan.

"Of course it's gonna explode!" she exclaims, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I laugh, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a side hug before she can get too lost in her new idea. She pretends to protest, squirming against my hold, but she doesn't pull away.

"You're impossible," I say, kissing the top of her head.

"And you're stuck with me," she shoots back, leaning into the hug.

"Yeah," I say softly, smiling against her hair. "I am."

Jinx spends the next hour enthusiastically explaining her "rocket toaster" idea, complete with wild hand gestures and sound effects. I only catch about half of what she's saying, but it doesn't matter. Just seeing her this happy, this alive, is enough for me.

By the time she's finished, her eyes are practically glowing. "So? What do you think?"

"I think," I say, pulling her closer again, "you're a genius."

She grins, her chaotic energy softening into something warm. "Damn right, I am."

And as she leans her head against my chest, content in the glow of her own brilliance, I know one thing for sure: life with Jinx might be unpredictable, but it's also the best thing that's ever happened to me.