Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

Late-Night Ramblings | FLUFF

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The first thing I felt was the weight on my chest, followed closely by the sound of giggling. Not the sweet kind of giggling you hear in fairytales. This was the chaotic, slightly unhinged laugh of someone who'd either come up with a brilliant idea or was seconds away from disaster.

"Hey, hey! Wake up!" Jinx's voice sing-songed above me, and I blinked groggily, her bright pink eyes inches from mine. Her braids dangled around my face like some kind of mischievous curtain.

"Jinx," I mumbled, my voice raspy with sleep. "It's the middle of the night."

"I know," she said, practically bouncing where she sat on my chest. "But I just had the best idea ever, and I need to tell you before I forget."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. "Can't this wait until morning?"

She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like I'd just insulted her life's work. "Wait? Until morning? Are you insane? What if I forget? What if it's gone forever? What if someone else steals my genius idea while I'm sitting around waiting for the sun?"

I groaned, realizing there was no winning this argument. Jinx was a force of nature, and once she was set on something, nothing short of a miracle could stop her. "Fine," I said, sitting up slightly and propping myself on my elbows. "What's this earth-shattering idea of yours?"

Her grin stretched wide as she hopped off me, pacing the room like she was about to deliver the most important speech of her life. "Okay, okay, picture this: a bomb—"

"Of course, it's a bomb," I muttered.

"—but not just any bomb!" she continued, ignoring my interruption. "This one explodes into glitter. Like, everywhere. Sparkly, shiny, colorful glitter! It gets into everything, your clothes, your hair, your soul. No one can get rid of it. Piltover will be sparkling for years."

Despite myself, I snorted. "A glitter bomb?"

"Yes!" she said, spinning around to face me, her eyes alight with excitement. "Think about it! It's brilliant! Imagine those uptight enforcers covered head to toe in glitter, all angry and trying to act tough while they're sparkling like disco balls."

I couldn't help but laugh, the mental image too good to resist. "Okay, I'll admit, that's... creative."

"Creative? Creative? It's genius!" she declared, striking a triumphant pose.

I shook my head, still chuckling. "Alright, genius, anything else rattling around in that chaotic brain of yours?"

Her eyes lit up again, and I immediately regretted asking. "Oh! Oh! What if we painted all of Zaun? Like, the whole thing. Bright colors, neon, maybe some giant murals of fish or explosions or fish exploding—"

"Why fish?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Why not fish?" she shot back, grinning.

Fair point.

She flopped down beside me on the bed, her legs kicking excitedly as she kept rambling. "Or what if we built a giant slingshot? Like, really big. Big enough to launch, I don't know, a truck or something. Imagine the look on Piltover's faces when a truck comes flying through the air!"

"You know, most people just count sheep when they can't sleep," I teased.

"Boring," she said, wrinkling her nose.

I watched her for a moment, her energy infectious even in the dead of night. She had this way of making the most ridiculous things seem almost plausible, like her world operated on its own set of rules. And honestly, I kind of loved that about her.

"You're smiling," she said suddenly, her tone teasing as she leaned in close.

"Am I?" I asked, trying, and failing, to wipe the grin off my face.

"Yup," she said, poking my cheek. "What's so funny, huh? You laughing at me?"

"Always," I said with a smirk.

Her eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat behind it. "Careful, Y/N. I might have to test out my glitter bomb on you."

"Bring it on," I said, crossing my arms. "I'll just glitter you right back."

She gasped, her hand flying to her heart in mock offense. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I absolutely would."

We stared each other down for a moment before bursting into laughter, the kind that left your stomach aching and your cheeks sore.

When the laughter died down, she flopped back onto the bed, her head resting on my shoulder. For a moment, the room was quiet again, save for the distant hum of Zaun outside.

"You love me for my crazy, don't you?" she murmured, her voice softer now.

I glanced down at her, her pink eyes flickering to mine, a rare hint of vulnerability peeking through her usual chaos.

"Yeah," I said, my voice just as soft. "I really do."

Her grin returned, softer this time, and she nuzzled closer, her braids tickling my neck. "Good. 'Cause you're stuck with me."

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

And as her breathing evened out, her wild energy finally giving way to sleep, I realized just how true that was.