Hush, Little Jinx
Summary: Silco puts little Jinx to sleep
Pairing: Silco x Jinx
The night pressed down on Zaun like a heavy blanket, but inside Silcoâs small, cluttered room, the fire flickered warmly, painting the walls with golden light. Outside, the city hissed with steam and machinery, but here it was quiet, safe.
Young Jinx sat on a bundle of blankets near the hearth, knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes, wide and fearful, reflected the dancing flames. Sleep had abandoned her again; her thoughts kept returning to the dayâs shadows â Vi, the fights, the things she could not fix.
Silco crouched near her, careful not to overwhelm her with his size or presence. He looked at her with the softness he rarely showed anyone. âCanât sleep tonight, huh?â he murmured.
Jinx only shook her head, hugging herself tighter. Silco gave a small sigh, then did something she had never expected: he began to sing.
âDear friend across the river,
My hands are cold and bareâŚ
Dear friend across the river,
Iâll take what you can spareâŚâ
His deep, rough voice carried over the crackle of the fire, steady and warm. At first, Jinxâs eyes widened â he was singing to her, a lullaby that had once been hers alone, a tune she remembered from fragments of happier days. Slowly, she began to hum along, the sound trembling and soft.
Silco shifted closer, careful, laying a blanket over her small shoulders. âShh⌠thatâs it,â he murmured. âItâs alright. Youâre safe. Youâre with me now.â
Jinxâs small body shivered, the dayâs fear and exhaustion catching up with her. Silco gently rested a hand on her arm, steadying her. âNo oneâs going to hurt you,â he whispered. âNot tonight. Not ever, as long as Iâm here.â
Her hum faltered, then resumed, softer now, trusting the warmth of his voice. Silco continued to sing, his words wrapping around her like a shield:
âTake my hand and hold it,
Donât be afraid tonightâŚ
Iâll be here, always near,
Until the morning lightâŚâ
Jinx leaned slightly into him, feeling for the first time in a long while that someone would stay. Silcoâs rough hand smoothed her hair back, and he hummed the final notes, softer this time, letting the silence settle.
âYou can sleep now,â he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. âIâve got you.â
Her eyes slowly closed, breathing evening itself into a steady rhythm, the fear loosening its grip. And for the first time in many nights, she allowed herself to rest, cradled in the presence of someone who had chosen to be her father, protector, and comfort all at once.
Silco remained where he was long after sleep had claimed her, watching the small rise and fall of her chest. The world outside could burn itself to ash for all he cared â here, in this moment, there was only her.
He had once sworn never to be weak again. Never to let anyone close enough to wound him. Yet here she was, small and breakable, curled into his space as if she had always belonged there. And instead of fear, what filled his chest was resolve â cold, ironclad, unyielding.
I will never leave you, he promised silently, the vow settling deep in his bones. Not when you scream. Not when you break. Not when the world tells you youâre wrong.
His fingers hovered just above her hair, careful not to wake her. She had been called many things â a mistake, a curse, a problem â words spoken by people who walked away when it mattered. Silco swallowed hard, jaw tightening.
They were blind, he thought. Every last one of them.
There was nothing broken about her. Not her restless hands, not her shaking breaths, not the way she clung to the night as if it might steal her away. She was not something to be fixed or abandoned. She was exactly what Zaun had made her â sharp, brilliant, surviving.
Youâre perfect, he whispered, fiercely. Exactly as you are.
Silco leaned back slightly, finally allowing his eyes to close â not in sleep, but in watchfulness. He would be her constant. Her anchor. The thing that did not disappear.
And for the first time since the river, since the betrayal, since everything he had lost â he stayed.












