Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

Flowers from the Junkyard | FLUFF

FLUFF (ROMANCE)

Jinx had disappeared again. Something about needing "spare parts for something big." I knew better than to follow her without an invitation. When Jinx got into one of her tinkering moods, she was like a storm that couldn't be stopped.

Sharp, chaotic, and utterly unreachable. Still, sitting around alone wasn't exactly my style either, and the silence she left behind had me restless.

So, I did what any rational person wouldn't: I went looking for her.

She wasn't hard to find. One of her favorite scavenging spots was a junkyard at the outskirts of Zaun, half-swallowed by rust and decay.

Sure enough, there she was, standing atop a pile of twisted metal, her blue braids whipped around as she rummaged through a pile of twisted metal, muttering to herself about "perfect cogs" and "damn rust buckets."

She was a mess, covered in grease and grime, her usual wild energy on full display. I couldn't help but smile. This was Jinx, unapologetically herself, and watching her work was like witnessing controlled chaos at its finest.

I stayed quiet, not wanting to disrupt her flow, but then she froze. Her head tilted to the side like a curious bird, her gaze fixed on the ground. I stepped closer, trying to see what caught her attention.

That's when I saw them: a scrappy little patch of flowers. Purple and yellow petals pushing up through cracks in the concrete and hunks of rusted machinery. It was like they didn't belong here. Too soft, too vibrant for a place like Zaun.

"What the hell?" Jinx muttered, crouching down and poking one with her finger.

"They're flowers," I said, stepping fully into view.

She spun around so fast, I was surprised she didn't fall over. A wrench was already raised in her hand, and I threw mine up in surrender. "Easy, it's just me!"

"Damn it, Y/N!" she huffed, lowering the wrench but not without a glare. "Don't sneak up on me like that, coulda clocked you."

"You're always so jumpy," I teased, but my gaze drifted back to the flowers. "What's got you so distracted?"

She glanced at them again, her usual smirk slipping just a little. "Weird, right? Flowers. In Zaun. Like, who planted these? Or are they just mutants or something?"

I crouched beside her, brushing a finger lightly over one of the petals. "Maybe they just grew here on their own. Guess they're tougher than they look."

Jinx tilted her head, her gaze thoughtful in a way I didn't see often. "Tough little bastards..." she mumbled. Then, before I could stop her, she started yanking them out of the ground.

"Whoa! Hey!" I grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"

"Relax." She pulled her hand free and held up a fistful of stems, grinning. "They're not gonna miss these. I've got an idea."

I stared at her, exasperated. "An idea?"

"You'll see," she said cryptically, already spinning on her heel and heading back to her hideout.

It wasn't the first time Jinx had disappeared into her workshop for hours, and it probably wouldn't be the last. I sat outside her makeshift door, fiddling with a stray bolt I found on her table, while the sound of tools clanging and her muttered curses drifted through the cracks.

She was definitely up to something.

When she finally emerged, it was almost startling. Her face was smeared with even more grease, and she was holding something behind her back. Her usual swagger seemed dimmed, replaced by an awkward fidgeting I wasn't used to seeing.

"What are you hiding?" I asked, standing up.

"Nothing," she said too quickly. Then she shoved whatever it was toward me with both hands. "Here. Just.. don't make a big deal about it, okay?"

I looked down. It was.. flowers.

Well, technically. The ones from the junkyard, but they weren't just flowers anymore. She'd tied them together with bits of wire and added tiny charms made of scrap metal, the kind that jingled softly when the bouquet moved. It was messy, chaotic, and so completely Jinx that my chest ached a little.

"You made this?" I asked, stunned.

Her hands went to her hips, and she tilted her chin up. "Yeah, so? It's no big deal. If you think it's dumb, just say so."

I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. "Jinx, this is amazing."

Her bravado faltered, and her eyes darted toward the bouquet in my hands. "You're just saying that."

"Hey." I reached out and caught her hand before she could retreat. "I mean it. I love it."

She froze, staring at me with wide eyes. Her usual sharpness was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. For a moment, she didn't say anything, and I could see the faint pink dusting her cheeks.

Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. A soft, quick gesture, but the way her entire body tensed made it feel like I'd just set off one of her grenades.

"Did you just—"

"Yup," I said, barely holding back a grin.

"On my cheek?"

"Uh-huh."

She blinked, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't decide what to say. "You.. you're such a weirdo," she stammered finally, but her voice was lighter, almost shy.

I laughed, holding up the bouquet. "Says the girl who brought me flowers from a junkyard."

"Don't push your luck," she muttered, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

We stood there for a moment, the chaos of Zaun fading into the background. The bouquet jingled softly in my hand, and I swore her eyes lingered on mine just a second longer than usual.

"You really like it?" she asked, her voice quiet this time.

"I really do," I said, keeping my tone just as soft.

Her smirk returned, and she jabbed a finger at me. "Good. 'Cause if you break it, I'm not making you another one."

"I'll take good care of it," I promised.

She huffed, turning back toward her workshop with a sway in her step. "You better. Now get outta here. I've got stuff to blow up."

I watched her go, holding the bouquet close. Jinx might have been chaos wrapped in blue braids, but in moments like this, she had a way of making the world feel brighter.