Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

The Price of Chaos | ANGST

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Piltover's skyline looked like it was on fire.

We darted across rooftops, the night air filled with the sound of distant screams, sirens, and explosions. Jinx was ahead of me, laughing like she didn't have a care in the world. In one hand, she clutched one of her bombs, the fuse sparking like a firework as she hurled it behind us.

The explosion lit up the streets below, shaking the building beneath my feet. I stumbled for a second but kept running.

"Keep up, slowpoke!" she shouted, glancing over her shoulder with that wild grin on her face. Her long blue braids whipped behind her, catching the glow of the fires she'd started.

She was thriving. Chaos was her playground, and she was the queen.

Me? I was just trying not to trip over my own feet. My lungs burned as I ran, my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. I couldn't tell if it was from adrenaline, fear, or the fact that I was completely out of my depth.

But I followed her.

Every leap over a gap, every dodge of falling debris, every moment I thought I might die: it all felt like a test. Like she was waiting to see if I could keep up, if I'd stick by her even when everything was falling apart.

And I didn't want to fail.

"Y/N! You're missing the fun!" she teased, launching another grenade. The explosion that followed was bigger than the last, shaking the air around us.

"Fun's not exactly the word I'd use!" I shouted back, dodging a chunk of falling brick.

Jinx just cackled, spinning around to run backward for a few steps, like she wasn't running from an entire squad of enforcers. Like she wasn't the most wanted person in Piltover right now.

That's when she pulled out something bigger.

The bomb was the size of her head, glowing faintly as she armed it. "Y/N, watch this!" she shouted, her voice giddy with excitement.

I didn't have time to say anything before she threw it.

The explosion was deafening. A wave of heat and force slammed into me, knocking me off my feet. The world spun, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, my head ringing and my vision swimming.

Pain shot through my side, sharp and immediate. I groaned, trying to push myself up, but my body wasn't cooperating.

"Y/N?"

Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and panicked. It didn't sound like her usual teasing tone. I blinked, trying to focus, and saw her running toward me.

"Hey, hey, come on. Get up." She dropped to her knees beside me, her hands grabbing at my arms to pull me up. Her face was close now, her wide pinkish-red eyes searching mine.

I tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. "I'm fine," I managed to croak.

"You're not fine," she snapped. Her hands were under my arms now, hauling me up with surprising strength for someone so lean. "Why'd you follow me, huh? You didn't have to do that."

She didn't wait for an answer. She hooked one of my arms over her shoulder and started half-carrying me toward the edge of the building. Her movements were jerky, her grip too tight.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," she muttered, almost to herself. "You were supposed to stay safe."

I tried to keep up, but every step sent a fresh wave of pain through me. "I'm okay," I lied.

"No, you're not!" she snapped, her voice cracking. "You're bleeding all over the damn place!"

We barely made it back to the hideout.

The second we stumbled through the door, she let go of me, and I collapsed onto the floor. My side was wet and sticky, and when I looked down, I saw the blood staining my shirt.

Jinx was already tearing through the mess in the corner, grabbing a med kit and spilling half its contents on the floor as she yanked it open.

"Okay, okay, okay," she muttered, dropping to her knees beside me. Her hands were trembling as she tried to rip my shirt open to get to the wound. "I can fix this. I always fix things."

"Jinx—"

"Don't." Her voice was sharp, almost desperate. "Don't talk. Just.. just let me fix it."

I could feel the panic radiating off her as she pressed a piece of gauze against the wound. It hurt like hell, and I hissed through my teeth.

"You're gonna be fine," she said, more to herself than to me. "You have to be fine."

She didn't stop moving until the bleeding slowed. Then she just sat there, staring at her bloodied hands.

"This is my fault," she whispered.

"It's not," I said weakly.

She shook her head, her braids swinging. "Yes, it is. You're here because of me. You followed me, and I—" Her voice broke, and she pressed her hands to her face. "I ruin everything I touch."

"Jinx..."

She let out a harsh laugh, pulling her hands away to look at me. Her eyes were wet, her expression a mix of anger and heartbreak. "You're an idiot for loving me," she said, her voice trembling.

I smiled, even though it hurt. "Maybe. But I don't regret it."

Her face crumpled, and for a moment, I thought she was going to cry. But instead, she leaned down, pressing her forehead to mine.

"Don't you dare leave me," she whispered.

I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't think I had a choice.

As my vision started to fade, I felt her shaking me, her voice growing more frantic.

"Y/N? Hey, wake up. You don't get to do this. You hear me?"

I wanted to tell her it was okay. That it wasn't her fault. That I'd do it all over again, just to see her smile.

But I couldn't.

The last thing I heard was her screaming my name.

And then there was nothing.