#jinxed

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Take this abomination off my hands

*huffs it like a kid doing a pixie stick line*

JINX

-part two of Babysitter🤓-

In The Eye Of The Storm- Pt.2

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Jinx twirled the cigarette between her fingers, watching you with that smug little grin like she’d just won some grand battle. You were torn between yanking it back and letting her have her fun. Ultimately, you just sighed, leaning back in the chair as she made herself comfortable in your lap.

"I should throw you off me for that," you muttered.

She giggled, taking another slow drag before handing the cigarette back to you with an exaggerated pout. "Awww, but you won’t. ‘Cause deep down, you like me here."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother denying it. What would be the point? You’d stopped fighting this—her—a long time ago.

She studied your face in the low office light, her sharp, knowing eyes darting over every little reaction. She did that a lot, like she was always trying to figure you out, pick you apart the way she did with her gadgets and bombs.

"You ever think about it?" she asked suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow. "Think about what?"

She smirked, resting her chin against your shoulder, voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Us."

Your fingers twitched slightly against the paper you were holding. Not a new question. Not a surprising one. But it still made something tighten in your chest every time she brought it up.

Jinx wasn’t subtle—not in the way she spoke, the way she acted, or the way she made it painfully obvious how she felt about you. Hell, the entire Undercity knew. Sevika had rolled her eyes at it for years, while Silco mostly tolerated it in silence, giving you knowing looks whenever Jinx clung to you like this.

And yet, no matter how many times she asked, you never gave her a real answer.

You took a slow drag, exhaling before responding. "Jinx…"

She made a humming noise, waiting.

"You know Silco would kill me if I ever even thought about you like that."

Jinx snorted. "Pfft. As if you are scared of Silco."

You gave her a look. "I’m not stupid, either."

"Right, right," she drawled, shifting her weight so she was straddling you properly now, her hands on your shoulders. "So, what you're really saying is… if Silco weren’t a factor, you’d totally think about it."

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Jinx—"

"Y’know, you suck at avoiding questions," she cut in, leaning close enough that you could feel her breath against your lips. "Good thing I like that about you."

Your heart did an uncomfortable little flip. She wasn’t a kid anymore, not the fragile, trembling Powder you once knew. She had grown into something untamed, dangerous, intoxicating in ways you refused to dwell on.

"Jinx!" a deep, irritated voice cut through the room.

You both froze.

Silco stood in the doorway, unimpressed as he stared down at the two of you. His sharp mismatched eyes flickered between your exhausted expression and Jinx’s pleased smirk.

"I’d ask if you’re working," he said, his voice slow and deliberate, "but clearly, you’re distracted."

Jinx didn’t even flinch, still grinning. "Aww, c’mon, Dad. We were having a moment."

Silco exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Get off her, Jinx."

Jinx made an exaggerated groan but obeyed, hopping off your lap like a petulant child. She didn’t go far, though—just plopped herself onto the desk, kicking her legs as she looked between you and Silco.

Silco turned his gaze on you, unreadable. "You," he said slowly, "need to stop letting her get away with everything."

You huffed. "You think I let her?"

Silco gave you a look that clearly said I don’t buy that for a second.

Jinx giggled. "Oh, she totally does."

Silco ignored her, his focus still on you. "I need you focused. If she’s becoming too much of a distraction, I can assign you elsewhere."

Something in your chest went cold. You sat up straighter. "That’s not necessary."

Jinx’s laughter stopped. Her entire posture shifted in an instant, her fingers clenching against the desk. "Wait—what?"

Silco didn’t waver. "If you’re losing your edge because of her—"

"She’s not," Jinx cut in, her voice more serious now. "She’s fine. I’m fine."

Silco studied her carefully, but Jinx was already hopping off the desk, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her usual impatient energy. "C’mon, we’ve got better things to do than sit around listening to boring business talk."

You barely had time to react before she was dragging you toward the door. Silco sighed, rubbing his temples. "Jinx—"

But she was already gone, pulling you into the dimly lit hallways of Zaun.

She didn’t speak for a while, just kept moving, her grip on your wrist tighter than usual.

Finally, you sighed. "Jinx—"

"I meant what I said," she cut in, her voice quieter than before.

You glanced at her. She wasn’t smiling now. There was no teasing in her voice, no playful mockery. Just something raw, something stubborn.

She didn’t look at you as she kept walking.

"You’re mine," she murmured. "And I’m not letting Silco take you away from me."

You exhaled, rubbing the back of your neck. "No one’s taking me away from you."

That, at least, you could promise.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗...

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