Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

Patchwork Comfort | COMFORT

COMFORT (HURT)

Zaun was quiet. Well, as quiet as it ever got. But here in Jinx's hideout, the silence was heavy, broken only by her strained breaths and the clink of metal tools on the table.

"Hold still," I said, crouched beside her. Blood oozed from a gash on her arm, streaking down to her fingertips and dripping onto the floor.

Jinx hissed, her eyes narrowing at me like I'd done this to her on purpose. "I am still. You're just bad at this."

I raised an eyebrow, pressing a damp cloth to her wound. She flinched, biting her lip to keep from yelling. "Uh-huh. And I'm the reckless one who decided to take on a whole squad of enforcers with nothing but a smile and a couple of grenades."

"Worked, didn't it?" she shot back, grinning despite the pain.

"You're bleeding all over the place," I deadpanned, motioning to the mess around us.

Jinx shrugged, leaning back in the chair like this was just another Tuesday for her. Knowing her, it probably was. "A little blood never hurt anyone."

"That's literally the opposite of how blood works," I muttered, grabbing a roll of bandages from her cluttered workbench. Her hideout was a chaotic mix of explosives, tools, and half-finished gadgets. Basically, a disaster waiting to happen.

As I knelt beside her again, she leaned forward, her blue braids falling over her shoulders. Her eyes, that unnatural pink shimmer from the drug still coursing through her, studied me with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"You're really getting into this whole nurse thing, huh?" she teased, her grin sharp and cocky.

"Yeah, well, someone has to keep you alive," I said, focusing on wrapping the bandage around her arm. "You've got a real knack for making that difficult."

"Pfft. I'm invincible. You should know that by now."

"Tell that to your arm," I shot back, pulling the bandage taut.

She winced, but her smirk didn't falter. "You're so cute when you're bossy, you know that?"

I rolled my eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. She was always like this. Sarcasm and bravado, using her sharp tongue to deflect from anything real.

I finished tying off the bandage and sat back on my heels, looking up at her. "That's the best I can do without a proper med kit. You need to rest."

"Rest is boring," she said, waving me off with her good arm. "I've got stuff to blow up and people to mess with."

"Jinx," I said, my tone firmer. "I'm serious."

She paused, her smirk slipping just a little. Her eyes flicked to the bandage, then back to me. For a moment, the room felt still, the chaos of her world fading into the background.

"You're too good for me, you know that?" she said suddenly, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it.

The words hung in the air, catching me off guard. I blinked, unsure if I'd heard her right. "What?"

She huffed, leaning back in the chair and looking anywhere but at me. "You heard me. Don't make me say it again."

I frowned, searching her face. For all her bravado, there was something raw in her expression, like she'd let her guard down for just a second too long.

"Why would you say that?" I asked gently.

She laughed, but it was hollow, lacking her usual edge. "Look at me, Y/N. I'm a walking disaster. I blow stuff up for fun, I'm covered in scars, and—" She motioned to herself, blood still smudged on her cheek. "This is about as normal as I get."

"You think I don't know that?" I said, my voice soft but steady. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

Her eyes darted to mine, wide and searching. For once, she didn't have a snappy comeback or a deflection.

"Yeah," she murmured, almost like she didn't believe it herself. "You are."

I reached out, brushing a strand of blue hair away from her face. She tensed for a moment, but didn't pull away. "You don't have to pretend with me, Jinx. I know you're not invincible. And I don't care how messy things get. I'm not going anywhere."

Her lips quirked into a shaky smile, her usual confidence flickering back to life. "You're gonna regret saying that someday."

"Doubt it," I said, smiling back.

She chuckled softly, leaning her head back against the chair. "Man, you're sappy. I should blow something up just to balance this out."

"Maybe wait until you're not about to pass out," I said, standing and grabbing a rag to clean up the blood.

She watched me for a moment, her eyes half-lidded but still sharp. "Hey, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

Her smile softened, the kind of smile I didn't see often. "Thanks."

I paused, meeting her gaze. "Anytime."

The room fell into a comfortable silence. For all her chaos, all her sharp edges and unpredictable energy, there was something about Jinx that made me want to stay, to be the calm in her storm.