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insult-2-injury · 2 years

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Take a Seat- Chapter 8

After a skirmish up top, your failing shop falls under the watchful gaze of the Eye of Zaun. And his blue-haired gremlin daughter.

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You started on the knife right away.

How could you not with that stunt he’d pulled behind the bar?

Snake. Oh, he was a snake alright, and none were so slimy as him. He’d known exactly what he was doing when he’d gotten so close, that oppressive energy of his laying claim to every prickling nerve in your body, steeping you in a thick haze of smoke and spices, leaving you drunk off the memory of it alone.

You could have walked away, could easily have ducked underneath the cage of his arms, but you hadn't, and it'd had nothing to do with standing your ground. You were so foolish, should never have allowed him so near. Why were you crafting a weapon for him anyway when he’d already forged such a potent one with his proximity alone?

Because it kept you distracted from this silly little preoccupation with the man, that’s why. You couldn’t even find it in you to be embarrassed. No. You’d leapt straight to fury when you’d gotten home that night, because he’d watched every stupid little tell on your face as if you were the highest form of entertainment, all while he’d presided over you with that despicable smugness.

The worst part was that you had no one to talk about this little infatuation with. It wasn’t as if you could talk to Cecil about it, although she probably already had an idea seeing how diabolical and giddy you always were whenever you flew down the stairs unscathed each week after meeting with him.

Besides, she was busy. Things between her and Sevika had really kicked off at the Last Drop that night and the way she put it, Sevika had made her dance alright. So, that tiny, glowing sliver of regard for the Eye of Zaun and his daughter was minor, really.

Nothing to worry about.

He’s holding the reins.

Your jaw clenched.

You were no marionette, dangling off his proverbial strings.

Oh, but he did like control, didn’t he? He didn’t just like it, he needed it. Tightly wound control lay in the rigidity of his shoulders, in the smooth, calculated movements of his long-fingered hands as he conducted a conversation, seamlessly bending it to his will. Even so much as a quirk of the eyebrow, a cock of the head seemed orchestrated, pre-planned.

So, what kind of chain reaction would occur if you were to budge such an unmoving monolith? Heat grew from the thought alone, sending a pulsing ache between your thighs.

Pushing. Pushing. Pushing. What exactly did you think the outcome would be?

An irritable murmur in your chest morphed into a howl of frustration as you snatched a knife up off your worktable, spun on your stool, and whipped it across your tiny house, where it stuck right into the pupil of Silco’s sketch, drywall dotting the floor beneath.

“Picture book, my ass.”

You shoved fingers through your hair, pushing back unruly strands only for them to fall again into your eyes.

Stefan’s words wormed through your head.

“I’m afraid after what happened, you’ve become disillusioned. Resentful.”

Perhaps he was right. You’d been systematically changed.

So, who was this new you, torn between two extremes? Your traitorous head, and… something else. Something darkly exciting.

You flopped onto your bed, thinking about Friday.

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With zero context for the agenda of the night other than "wear a coat," you did just that, tossing on your favorite lightweight one over a sweater, cute but threadbare. Your knife belt hung loosely across the tops of your hips and your pants clung tightly to your leg, flaring stylishly at the bottom.

If he was planning on sending you down the river on your merry way, you’d opt for style over comfort.

You grabbed your bag and a warm headband and you made your way to the Last Drop, wondering where the night was about to take you.

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“We’re going on a field trip.”

Jinx materialized out of thin air the moment you walked in the door of the Last Drop, snatching hold of your elbow and tugging you toward the stairs, her thin, adolescent frame cutting easily through the crowd while you felt like a battered fruit, clobbering through flying elbows and stomping feet.

“First of all, whoa. Second, where are we going?”

“What?”

You repeated your question through the din of the crowd.

“My secret lab!”

“Secret lab? Is that why you’re wearing sunglasses indoors?”

“What?!”

“Why are you wearing sungl- NOT YOU. NOT AGAIN.”

The same drunk menace that had Shirley Templed you weeks prior was ahead, staggering directly into Jinx’s route, whiskey sloshing and you quickly brought your free hand up to both guard and shove her drink-toting hand away from you, successfully spilling most of it onto her head.

Ice cold liquid drenched the bottom of your sleeve as you cackled in victory. Jinx looked back at you, the hair framing her face wild and frizzed, her lips forming into a wide, toothy grin as she answered your question.

“I was making lightning!”

You accepted the vague answer with a contemplative bob of your head. You expected nothing less than the unexpected.

“Cool. Always need more of that.”

She giggled craftily, in a way that only Jinx could, and pulled you up the stairs, but not before you jabbed your fingers in Teddy’s direction, who was standing watch.

“I know full well there’s an elevator in this building, Teddy. I remember,” you yelled as you passed in a blur, “And I will ride it again. Mark my words.”

The mountain of a man hardly ever spoke a word, but you could tell he found you at the very least amusing.

He was an intimidating size, but was gentle, calm in the eyes- you’d always been good at spotting them, those little glints of goodness in people, and you rather liked the guy, despite his refusal to allow you onto the employee elevator, an issue you’d decided you were going to drag to hell and back.

It was heartening, however, that he’d allowed you past each week with not so much as a glance. You liked to pretend it spoke to some level of trust, but there wasn’t much of that to go around in the Undercity.

Jinx was a fountain of buzzing, youthful energy as she bounded up the stairs with you in tow, but you fell behind quickly and were a panting mess by the time you arrived at the threshold of Silco’s office, the door standing open.

You stood outside to catch your breath, huddling into your coat as if to ward yourself against a storm, enraptured by the way the blistering force of Silco's presence seemed to bleed into the hallway outside.

His critical gaze pinned you the moment you crept in. He beckoned you forward with a tilt of his head, eyes sliding down your jittery form and pausing on your drenched sleeve.

“Same drunk woman as before,” you spoke irritably as you casually stepped over Jinx’s prone form sprawled across the floor, where she played a dangerous game of catch with a brightly spotted grenade.

“I suppose staying out of the way wasn’t an option,” he said, and you tried to ignore how confidently imposing he appeared as he stood up from that pretentious high back chair, long fingered hands at work organizing papers into a neat pile in a corner tray of his desk.

“Never,” you responded, swinging your prying eyes away just as his began a slow crawl to meet yours.

“I thought not,” he said, the sounds of shuffling papers pausing briefly as he studied you.

Heat blossomed at the tips of your ears as you traipsed toward his shelves, which you’d never had the guts to examine closer until now.

You eyed his little trinkets, book titles blurring as you feigned interest, a little lost in thought as you trailed your fingers across them, picking up a thin layer of dust.

The silence, however short, held a devastatingly loud weight, the rhythmic noise of the grenade slapping Jinx’s palm like a sharply ticking clock.

“She’s hellbent on my destruction,” you continued, filling the quiet. “No tact at all. Just stumbles around your bar like she owns the place, can you believe it? Needs to be taught a lesson in bar etiquette.”

“Bar etiquette? In the Lanes?”

“Of course. For example, let’s see…” You listed them off on your fingers. “Don’t pay in change. Wait your turn-“

“Don’t get sloshed!” Jinx spoke, sounding splendidly proud of herself and you spun around, pointing at her approvingly, raising a third finger.

“Exactly.”

You turned to Silco.

“Whoever she is, she’s a social criminal.”

“For getting drunk at a bar?”

Silco’s eyebrow quirked and you shot him a cooperative smile, leaning back against the bookcase.

“Yep. Bars are for board games and-“

You prompted your blue-haired friend with an outstretched palm and she rolled her eyes.

“Jinx.”

“What?”

“Say it.”

“I’m not sayin’ it, knife girl.”

“Jinx, don’t embarrass me in front of the Eye of Zaun.”

Sighing, Jinx caught the grenade with ease, holding it between her long, twiggy fingers as she sat up, arms rounding her knees, addressing Silco.

“She thinks when she says ‘hijinks’ that it’s the funniest thing.”

You adjusted your stance, crossed your arms.

“It’s the highest form of comedy, you wouldn’t get it.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Genius.”

“Stupid.”

“Hm,” you said, shaking your head. “That’s so weird, I can tell she’s trying to say ‘genius’.”

“Jinx, grab your things,” Silco interrupted, and you turned only to catch the tail end of something strangely unsettled in his gaze falling into a steel impassivity.

“On it!”

The girl was a blue blur, and you stepped to the side as she sprung up, sticking out her tongue at you as she ran.

“Jinx.”

Two braids cracked through the air as she swung her head back around to Silco.

“Grab your coat.”

Jinx threw him a silly, two-fingered mock salute and ran out the door.

Tenderness tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed into the empty hallway, huddling unwittingly into the jacket he’d requested you bring. He’d been right, you’d realized as you’d walked there that night, the crisp, stinging air whispering of the upcoming winter.

Funny, how he’d bothered to even mention.

You marveled at how disastrously thin the air became as Jinx’s electric presence disappeared down the hallway, her clomping footfalls fading, carrying with it most of your aplomb.

Remembering your present company, you turned your head achingly slow to meet Silco’s waiting gaze, inhaling lightly as the wick of the connection was ignited again by the deadly intensity of his mismatched eyes, by the remembrance of the tension outside the bar just days ago.

How did he do that?

You allowed the strange moment to spark and fizzle for as long as you could manage before letting out a breath, walking forward and taking a seat.

“I heard something about a secret lab?”

He nodded with an odd, deliberative look, the next words out of his mouth deceptively quiet.

“Do you know how to keep a secret?”

You blinked, noting the way the corners of his lips creased shrewdly at your hesitation, at your perplexed search for a double-bladed meaning behind the lilted words. You wondered, picture book as you were, if he saw the fleeting thought cross your mind of reaching across, grabbing the silk, smooth bind of his tie and bashing his forehead into his own desk.

“I do.”

The remaining papers in his hand were abandoned into a drawer at his side and the desk creaked as he was suddenly hinged forward, his palms propping him on the desk as he stared down his nose at you. There was no hint of playfulness peppering his voice anymore, only cold steel.

“How about when the stakes are high?”

You waited, eyes darting between his.

“Jinx trusts you.”

“I understand.”

“I really don’t think you do.”

Humor had no place in this conversation, not when it came to Jinx’s wellbeing, and you knew how she depended on you, how you’d become somewhat of a beacon of normalcy in her strange adolescence. You wouldn’t betray that for the world, surprised at the protective instinct you had for her, maybe a little unnerved at that little thread of violence in you that had pulled taut weeks ago when you’d thought she was in trouble.

You spoke straight from that well of compassion, voice earnest and strong.

“I would never put Jinx in harm’s way.”

His undamaged eyelid fluttered as he searched you, contemplating something, and you swore there was a touch of softness at the corners of his eyes for just a moment as his shoulders seemed to sag just slightly.

“I believe that.”

At the startling admission, there was a sharp flare of light in your chest, like a matchstick scraping across jagged rock.

He didn’t trust you, how could he? But he trusted Jinx, and Jinx trusted you.

He straightened, expression ironing back into one of formality, peering at you in a way that made you feel like a child.

“Not on purpose, perhaps. But accidents happen. Secrets are spilled and rumors spread like wildfire.”

A jarring, mean little stripe of anger licked its way up your spine, directed at the hard wall that had slammed like titanium over his features again, and you stared down at your lap, nose twitching in frustration.

Why did everything have to hold the weight of a threat? Why was your competence always called into play? First your brother, now Silco. Why did your choices never feel like your own?

He walked from behind his desk, adjusting his tie, fixing his cuffs, addressing you as he passed in a swift movement that stirred the short hairs by your ears, tickling your neck. He stopped across the room by the ornate, curling coat rack just beside the door.

“And that’s when things start to get a little messy, hm?” he nearly crooned, pushing his arm through one gold-embellished sleeve.

You stood as well, brushing off some invisible lint off the front of your thighs in order to not be distracted by the vision of him as his coat settled perfectly on his wiry frame.

“Don’t tell anyone about you, Jinx. Anything.” Your voice was unintentionally waspish and you leaned back into the desk for support as his head swiveled toward you. “I get the picture.”

“Do you?”

He began a slow prowl toward you, rolling a pair of velvety, violet gloves over his fingers as he did so, head cocking. You gritted your teeth at his power play, and he didn’t miss the clench of your jaw.

“Do you understand the damage that a big mouth could do?”

Fire licked across your insides and your fists balled at your sides.

“Have you considered anything at all, the target you have on your back now?” he posed. “You work under me, or have you forgotten?”

It was like a warning, you thought, but why only now? Janna, you were so sick of warnings.

He loomed before you, an arm’s length away.

You knew he was just trying to get to you, you knew he was pressing your buttons, but still you had to snap your mouth shut, the beginnings of a retort sharp on your tongue.

“What was that now?"

“I understand my situation,” you snapped, not allowing yourself to be bowled over this time, even as your insides twisted at his proximity. “I’m not stupid.”

His lips twitched and it sent you over the edge.

“I’ve put myself in a risky position, I know that. My brother used to give me so much shit for it. He still does, thinks I should set my sights on a life of shitty Piltovan cigarettes and cheap metal. But that’s not me.” Your voice pitched and you spoke quickly. “I might die. I might die today. People die all the time down here. People die whose only crime is minding their own fucking business. People die-“ you trailed off, eyes narrowing on the white silk of his tie.

“People just die,” you finished, surprised he hadn’t cut you short yet, his gaze flickering oddly across your face. Your eyes met again. “You don’t have to keep threatening me, telling me the stakes, I’ve always known them. I don’t need and I won’t tolerate anyone else questioning my decisions- whether I understand. I make my decisions and I accept my consequences.”

You hadn’t realized you’d been tilting forward in your aggravation until you felt the whisper of his warm breath across your forehead. You quickly retreated, the backs of your thighs hitting the edge of his desk as you leaned back again, and he seemed to almost catch himself as his form unconsciously followed yours.

Your heartbeat was rapid, breath ragged with unknown emotion, and you searched for a semblance of balance, gripping onto the edge of the desk to quell the nervous trembling of your hands.

You swallowed.

“And if you’re going to kill me, just don’t do something boring and tedious like dump me in the river.”

Silco regarded you for a long moment, like he was trying to puzzle out what exactly you were, equal parts wild and daft perhaps. Save for the twitches of his gloved fingers, every inch of him was still.

His voice was soft and achingly low when he finally spoke.

“Sometimes I fear Jinx may be in the hands of a mad woman.”

You exhaled a startled laugh.

“You think she’d accept anything less?”

Silco’s lack of answer spoke volumes.

Clomping boots in the hallway sent him back just a step, but his sharp eyes still studied you with a careful scrutiny.

Jinx burst through the door, carrying a cardboard box that was overflowing with all sorts of gadgetry- tools, metal scraps, all teetering comically as she wobbled on her feet in order to maintain balance.

“Need a bigger box?” you asked, voice catching with tension as you peered around Silco’s form.

“Nah, I think I got it all.”

You shuffled your feet, stepping forward, your shoulder brushing lightly against his, sending a skitter of lightning down your arms and into the tips of your fingers, which you wiggled softly.

His knife-bladed nose cut through the air as he looked down at you at his side, eyes never leaving yours, face so very close.

“Since I’m important enough to know the location of a secret lab,” you spoke solemnly, “Any chance I get elevator privileges?”

As if a spell had been broken, Silco’s eyes rolled upward and he spun, stalking toward the door.

“You are bothersome.”

You grinned and followed.

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Well, there it is folks, chapter eight. I’m very sorry for the long wait and I’m sorry that it’s probably shorter than you would like after months of waiting, but I decided to cut 8 and 9 in half.

I put my little nose in some other projects for a time (check those out if you’d like), but now I’m excited to continue this story and have a fresh perspective on where to steer it. Finally getting into some emotional depth and chapter 9 will only continue to expand upon that. Eee! I'm so excited to share!

I really hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be out MUCH sooner, I promise! Please let me know if you enjoyed, I live off of nice comments and kudos and all that deliciousness. AO3 link if you want!

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ravenkinnie · 4 days

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Regarding Silco marking Jinx's height, here's a much more fucked-up idea: Instead of carving a notch in the same spot over and over again, he marks it with a grease pencil or something and then keeps secretly changing the mark to gaslight her into thinking she's gotten a lot taller since she was a kid when she really hasn't.

First of all I need you to turn off anon and send me your ao3 bookmarks bc I'm gonna read them

Second of all, YEEEEES licherally I've been thinking lately about gaslighting so severe and insane that you fuck with someone's perception of themselves and even their perception of their own body and understanding of it. you know when hannibal gaslights will to think he doesnt have encephalitis THATS MY SHIT. like you have to be insane to think of something like that and then make it a thing like do it even the other way he gaslights her into thinking she hasn't grown much si he can justify treating her like a child when it suits him

#asks #silco and jinx

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 6 - Pink and Blue

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

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Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Silco entered his office in a tizzy, slamming the door behind him before marching over to his desk and throwing himself into his chair with enough force to send it rolling back several inches. Opening one of the desk drawers, he removed an ornate box and flipped the lid open, revealing half a dozen or so cigars. He reached to remove one, but his hand paused as a soft creaking sound could be heard just above him.

"Jinx, child, please come down," Silco groaned, knowing full well, without needing to look, that his adopted daughter sat hidden in the rafters above him.

A pair of small boots suddenly appeared, dangling precariously above Silco's desk, and much to his dismay, his open box of cigars. He swiftly reached out and pushed the box well off to the side of the desk just before Jinx's feet came crashing down. Little Jinx had landed in a low crouching position, her face mere inches from Silco's as she leaned forward to rest her hands flat on the desk to steady herself. She smiled awkwardly, possibly fearful of a potential scolding or dismissal.

"Did you need something, or were you just hoping to eavesdrop?" Despite the harsh words, there was no hint of malice in Silco's tone.

Jinx sat back on her haunches, crossing her legs before her as she made herself a nice little seat atop the various paperwork lining the desk. She nervously played with the hem of her shirt, averting her eyes from Silco's.

"I- I was going to ask you to help me with something," Jinx said quietly, "but I wanted to make sure Sevika wasn't here too."

Silco's expression faltered. Since taking in young Jinx he had relied heavily on Sevika for assisting with the many challenges of raising a young girl. Even now, after a good several months, he was constantly finding himself in situations he was not prepared for and it appeared this was about to be another one. He watched her now, as she fidgeted, clearly trying to gather the courage to ask him some favor that he likely wanted no part of, or had no experience with. Regardless, he waited patiently for her to explain what she wanted.

"Could you help me paint my nails?" She finally asked, her wide blue eyes now on his mismatched ones. She held out her hands, revealing her plain nails. "I tried to myself, but it's too hard and I did a bad job," she added sullenly, looking down at her lap as if ashamed.

"Jinx, you don't need to change your appearance."

"But you wear makeup," Jinx countered innocently.

Silco's mouth opened, ready to retort, but she had apparently caught him off guard. His lips pressed together in a tight line as he regarded her.

"I cover my scars so as not to frighten you," he finally replied, "Your nails are fine."

"But your scars aren't scary. They're cool, like your eye," Jinx replied. "Please?" she added, giving Silco a pleading look that was disgustingly sweet, at least by his standards.

Clearly not about to win this battle, Silco acquiesced with a sigh. "Do you have the paint?"

"Yup!" Jinx replied with a smile and an excited little jump from her seat on the desk. She quickly reached into the satchel attached to her belt, pulling out two small bottles filled with neon pink and blue paint. She set them at the edge of the desk near Silco, and placed her palms flat against the desk, her skinny little body squirming in excitement. "In an alternating pattern please!"

Silco silently reached for the blue bottle, twisting off the cap to reveal the attached brush. He eyed one of Jinx's hands, which was currently jerking around as she practically danced from her seat.

"Be still, child!" Silco chided softly. He placed his empty hand gently across the back of her hand to still her.

"Sorry," Jinx whispered, her smile never faltering as she watched Silco lean over her hand and smear a blob of blue paint on her pinky nail. He skipped a nail, as instructed, and applied a liberal amount of paint to her middle fingernail.

Silco was just about to paint the last blue nail when the door swung open. Silco's attention remained on the task at hand while Jinx swung her head around to see who had entered, smacking Silco's face with a braid and causing him to miss his mark, smearing paint onto the skin just above Jinx's nail. He released a heavy sigh, which apparently was lost to Jinx as she was quick to tell their guest to leave.

"We're busy!" Jinx snapped at Sevika, who stood just beyond the door, watching with veiled interest as her boss sat hunched over, removing the paint he had just inadvertently applied to her finger.

Unable to get Jinx to sit still, Silco set the cap back on the blue paint and glanced up to regard Sevika. "What is it?" he growled, impatience evident in his tone and furrowed brows.

"Sir, just got these reports back from the refinery," Sevika replied in monotone as she strode towards Silco's desk. She shot Jinx a nasty look as she rounded the desk to place the paperwork on a small area currently not taken up by Jinx's bottom half. Jinx stuck her tongue out before turning the other way to scowl and sulk.

Sevika glanced down at Silco's paint job, her brows raising at the sight. "You're putting far too much on. It'll never dry that way," she pointed out flatly.

Silco tilted his head to the side to regard her indignantly. "You assumed I was proficient in painting nails?"

Sevika stood silently beside her boss, staring down at him with a stoic expression as he all but shot daggers back at her, his scarred eye smoldering in misplaced fury. He was more short-tempered than usual today, if that was even a possibility.

A quiet giggle pulled them from their stare-off, both of them turning their attention to Jinx who was poorly stifling her amused laughter. Silco was by no means a comedian, so perhaps it was simply him berating Sevika that she found so entertaining.

"I can assist," Sevika offered, though the way she said it through gritted teeth, she likely had no desire to.

"Yes, please enlighten me," Silco sneered and pushed his chair aside to allow Sevika to step closer. Jinx's scowl returned as she watched Sevika grab the brush from the blue bottle and begin removing the excessive globs from Jinx's nails, leaving a nice light coat on each one.

Appearing anything but pleased, Silco's attention remained on Sevika's clearly more refined handiwork. With the blue all repaired she capped the bottle and started on the pink. After doing a couple nails she held the brush out to Silco. Reluctantly, he took it from her and scooted closer to Jinx again as Sevika stepped aside. Hunched over, and now with two audience members, Silco attempted to paint the remaining nails. His long fingers held remarkably steady as he applied just the right amount of paint this time. Finishing the last nail, he shoved the cap back into its respective jar and sat back in his chair.

Jinx held her hands out in front of her, inspecting her nails. A big smile plastered across her face and she leapt from the desk, throwing her arms around Silco's neck. "Thanks!" she squealed, disregarding how close her mouth was to his ear. He didn't flinch though, rather just gave Jinx a quick pat on her back. When she released him, she held her hands out in front of her again. Somehow she'd managed not to smudge them.

"I'll come back later to discuss the reports," Sevika muttered, before turning to leave.

"Can I practice on your nails?" Jinx asked Silco, completely disregarding Sevika.

Silco sat silent, his eyes on Jinx's smiling face, but watching Sevika from his peripheral as she headed for the door.

Sevika rolled her eyes, apparently fully aware that Silco was waiting for her to leave before allowing Jinx to paint the kingpin's nails.

Once the door closed, Silco sighed once again.

"Yes."

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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In regards to this post, how would the pilties (Mel, Markus, maybe Ambessa though she’s not from of piltover) feel with these things having a weaving chain of interconnected tunnels stretching from the underside of their city to the underside of Zaun?

would they be afraid? Would they try to get rid of them? Or would they try to form relations?

They already display a level of xenophobia and mistrust towards Zaunites, to the point of talking about them almost as if they're subhuman. The idea of a secondary world beneath Zaun would be at once horrific and trigger their territorial instincts, given they consider the Fissures part of their territory.

Mel would want to send scouts to learn more about these subterranean people, and to gauge their relationships with the Fissurefolk. Are they friendly? Are they hostile?

Markus would want to use this as an opportunity to strengthen Enforcer presence in the Undercity (and a convenient excuse to renege on his blackmailed bargain with Silco because "It's orders from higher up. Not in my hands," which of course would infuriate Silco and spur him into upping the ante re: Zaun's plans for independence, with possible alliances between him and the 'mole people' lower down...)

Ambessa would be the one pressing for both territories to be seized and firmly placed under Piltover's boot. This is literal grounds-up grassroots rebellion, and it will only forebode instability for Piltover unless the matter is dealt with - swiftly and brutally.

She and Mel would have fierce arguments about it, culminating in Mel giving her an ultimatum to get out of her city, and Ambessa going behind Mel's back to take matters into her own hands...

#asks #arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane mel #arcane ambessa #arcane marcus #arcane silco #silco #ambessa medarda #mel medarda #marcus #fanfic #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo

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hexcoremagician · 6 months

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↳WHAT VIKTOR FEARS MOST REGARDING CAITLYN.

Caitlyn is one of the first people to ever have an understanding of Viktor. In terms of his father, Silco, Caitlyn is Viktor's "Jinx" - the relationship he's chosen to have that means a great deal to him. That platonic/familial connection that makes him very happy.

His greatest fear is to either lose her, lose her trust, or to have her die on him. For Viktor, life is better with Caitlyn in it, and he truly views her not only as one of his closest friends, but as his sister.

#bonds. caitvik. always there for you. ferinehuntress.#headcanons.#arcanescion

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greatlydelirious · 2 years

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞

Silco x F!Reader

requested by: @phoenixcharged

wordcount: 3.4k words

warnings: brief mentions of past trauma, angst, fluff, soft Silco

Smoke danced outside the ornate window in Silco’s office that looked down on the city of Zaun. The city was bustling with hordes of people selling and purchasing goods. Even in the late hours of the night people were finding a way to acquire some coin. Pouring yourself a glass of whiskey you didn’t dwell on how it was null in nature. The mask that adorned your face always stayed in place no matter what the occasion. You molded the covering to look like a traditional fox. The base was white with red light fixtures around the ears, eyes, and mouth to give it a glowing effect. After so many years it gave you a confidence you never experienced in your early life.

Making your way toward the velvet couch you take your usual seat. You lounge back as you watch Silco’s meeting unfold. Twirling the cup of amber liquid in your hand you try to hide your agitation. Due to people not being able to see your facial expressions your body had become more animated over the years. It was hard for you to keep the subtle movements under control. Especially when the subject of the meeting got on your last nerve.

Silco was currently putting Finn down a peg for what felt like the hundredth time. That egotistical man couldn’t keep his lust for control in his pants. “It was all in good fun my friend. If I knew that rat was so important, I would have only given him a scare.” Finn had got one of Silco’s shimmer distributors killed over some petty dispute; losing Silco’s profits in that area. Silco folds his hands in front of him. “It’s the principal, Finn. I need to count on your vigilance. I shouldn’t have to wonder whether you are doing your job or trying to get back at people like a petulant little boy.” The sound of Finn flicking his lighter fills the room as he regards Silco. “Nothing wrong with some mystery. Can’t make you feel too comfortable right?”

You can’t help the audible snort that leaves you. Finn shifts his body to look your way, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You would know all about mystery wouldn’t you little fox?” Your fingers tighten around the glass in your hand. “Zaun’s faceless artist and the exile of Piltover.” Ever since you joined Silco, the chem-baron honed in on you like a predator to prey. Lifting your chin, you meet Finn’s gaze. “At least I don’t need to strut around like a prized peacock to be heard.” The man laughed at your statement; your jab only seemed to entice him more. “Such an allusive girl you are. I’m sure we could have some fun, you and I.” Sneering behind your mask you sit up. “I don’t think we have the same definition of fun.” Pocketing his lighter Finn licks his lips. “Oh, trust me, by the end of the night you would.” Silco slamming his fist against the desk effectively stops Finn’s searing gaze roaming your body. “This is no laughing matter, Finn. If you don’t get your act together your profits won’t stay looking as pretty as they do now.” Getting up from his chair Finn finally relents. “It won’t happen again.”

Your legs tense when he takes a step toward you. Finn’s cologne assaults your senses when he leans into your space. His fingers ghost your neck as he comes dangerously close. “I don’t let an opportunity pass me by. As you heard it tends to get me into deep shit. You are no exception little fox.” The threatening click of a weapon coming from Silco’s direction echoes in the room. “I think you would find it wise to walk out of here instead of being carried out.” For a man who practically had a muzzle, he didn’t when to shut his mouth. A short chuckle leaves Finn as he moves back. “Always keeping such sweet prizes to yourself.” Before exiting Finn sends you a wink, “Nice chat.”

When the door closes you finally swallow the lump in your throat. As much as you wanted to punch Finn in his smug face you knew better than that. You could take his little comments if that meant him slowly showing his cards to you. Pushing off the cushion you move to stand next to Silco. “Trust me when I say he just wants me because of my loyalty towards you. We need to keep a close on him.” Holding out your arm you offer the cup still full of liquid to him. He downs the hard drink before moving his chair back to look at you. “I always wonder when the day will come when I’ll need to stop his mouth for good.” Almost like a ritual you glide yourself onto Silco’s desk and smooth back the stray piece of hair that fell onto his face. “His time will come. It always does for men like him.” He lets out a hum in agreement.

Moments like these were always your favorite. It was almost terrifying how comforting you found him. Your interactions were never sexual in nature. However, it was clear that you enjoyed being near each other. Your feelings for the crime lord were far from platonic though. The lingering voices of your past convinced you that no one would want to be in your company, but here you were.

Sure, Silco was protective over you, but you convinced yourself that it was only because you were an important pawn in his pocket. You had made a name for yourself in the Undercity. The air of mystery that followed you seemed to captivate those who were around you. Stray glances and low whispers were thrown your way whenever you sat in The Last Drop. You didn’t have a bad reputation by any means, most seemed to even respect you. Ever since you escaped to Zaun you tried to create progress. You wanted to prove the people of Piltover, your parents, wrong. The Undercity was thwarted from its potential by the exclusive treatment of education and art and you wanted to change that. You spent much of your time trying to keep the innovative minds of the city inspired to pursue their ideas.

In your free time, you filled the empty walls of the Undercity with art. Your favorite part was when wondering children would watch you in awe. The stars that filled their eyes when you offered them a can of spray paint filled a void in your heart. Despite your past, you found yourself drawn to motivating the kids of your city. One kid in particular captivated your time. Silco’s daughter Jinx was fascinated by your art. She would have you sit with her while she drew up different inventions. It brought you back to your own younger self seeing her so animated and happy about what she was creating. The blue-haired girl made you catch the attention of Silco. That’s how you landed in his office one day with a proposition of allegiance.

Your already-built reputation added to his power; you were used as an added intimidation factor to his operation. In return, you were offered protection and the opportunity to have your message reach farther due to his influence. Although Silco was far from ethical you saw that it was for the sake of Zaun’s independence. A power shift that would change everything. The eye of Zaun recognized your determination and took you under his wing. It was hard to pinpoint when you and Silco had grown so close. Maybe it was due to your mother-like influence over his daughter, the way you instantly dropped whatever you were doing to be a part of his backup, or the care in which you tried to help him.

Sensing Silco’s lingering agitation you pull out your lighter. Pink and blue scribbles encompassed the metal rectangle, evidence of a certain little girl’s meddling. Pulling a cigar out of his drawer he places it between his rough lips. “Filth like him shouldn’t be speaking to a woman like you.” Flicking the device, the end of the paper sparks alive. You can’t help but let your hand linger longer than needed so you could steady him. Silco leans back to let the smoke billow above him. Discarding the lighter on the desk you simply shake your head. “I’m no better than he is Silco.” A scoff leaves him. “Hardly. Even a slight comparison is too large of a compliment for him.” Thankfully the blush that rushes to your face can’t be seen. Being hidden by the mask was a blessing and a curse sometimes. Trying to keep your composure you try to tease Silco. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are jealous.” Leaning forward to place the cigar in his ashtray his arm grazes against your thigh. “And if I was?”

The way he is looking at you almost melts you on the spot. Getting off of Silco’s desk you lean against it instead. The darkness of Zaun shrouds the room; a low glow of green is the only light source in the room. He looked breathtaking. To your embarrassment, you had a sketchbook exclusively for trying to capture Silco in these moments. It was an outlet for you to fantasize about the powerful man. You wanted badly to trust him; you did, but the voices in your head taunt you. “Go join the filth you look like. We gave you everything, but look at how hideous you’ve become.” Your mother’s cruel voice assaults you the most. “What a waste.” That’s just what you were, tainted goods. Your whole life your parents reminded you how much of a failure you were to their family. Even when you were alone with Silco you didn’t dare to take off your mask. How could he want you?

You spent your youth in Piltover to the surprise of many. In this world usually the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor. It was your choice to call the Undercity your home though. Your parents were merchants of exotic goods that worked closely with the Kiramman family. They valued their reputation in the exclusive social society more than anything; even you. As their only child, they put the weight of the world on your shoulders. You played your part as the perfect little girl and in return, your parents would help fuel your desire to create art. At a very young age, you mastered the craft. Your parents would boast about their child prodigy. It was always a “look at what we raised” more than a “look at how hardworking she is” though.

An accident turned you from the “perfect” little girl to a monster in their eyes. Whenever you tried to leave your room, your mother would always throw you back. “We can’t have you scare away our guests. I worked way too far to have you ruin it all by creating unnecessary chatter.” Rumors about your family were your mother’s worst nightmare. Anytime someone would inquire about you she would simply say you were engrossed in your work. That wasn’t a complete lie. To combat the crushing isolation, you consumed yourself with your art. That’s how you ended up creating your mask. You found solace in being hidden away, but the hostility of your parents became too much to bear. When you were in your late teens you only grabbed what you could fit in a backpack and left. You made your way to the Undercity never looking back.

“I highly doubt that.” Silco notices how your grip on the desk tightens, your breathing coming out strained. “I was willing to shoot Finn right where he stood if he made another move to touch you. Is that not enough evidence?” His sudden forwardness shocks you. Silco has made flirtatious comments toward you in the past, but you assumed he was just playing with you. Now it felt all too real. “You don’t even really know who I am.” Taking a calculated pause, he gestures toward your mask. “Then why don’t you show me?” Your mind instantly has an internal battle. “I can’t.” Silco’s dark eye almost stares into your soul. “Why? What is stopping you, my dear?”

Crossing your arms around your waist you can’t get yourself to look at him; favoring the large window instead. “Even if I were to take my mask off another would take its place. It’s better that way. I can hide my emotions while also not being seen as the freak I am.” Silco takes in your statement. “Then that makes you no different than anyone else.” You start to feel irritated over his non-cholent attitude.

“Is this just some cruel curiosity to you?” You almost snort, “Wanted to get a laugh out of my face? Humiliate me even?” The venom behind the words, in hindsight, weren’t even towards Silco. All the insecurity you tried to suppress was spilling out. Your parent’s constant tearing you down made it impossible for you to understand what it felt like to be wanted. The sound of the chair squeaking harshly makes your head whip toward Silco. Two long arms cage you against the desk his eyes baring into yours. “Be. Quiet.” You’ve never seen his eyes turn so dark. “Have my actions ever made you believe such things?” When you only shake your head, he moves his mouth closer to your ear. “Use your words sweetheart.” Silco’s hot breath makes your heart jump. “No, you haven’t.” Stepping back, he reaches for the cloth on his desk. “Whoever put those thoughts in your head could be easily taken care of.” Clearing your throat, you give out a pathetic excuse, “I don’t disagree with them.”

He lets out a sigh. “I too found myself in a state of self-loathing in the beginning.” Silco runs the fabric across the scarred side of his face. “That was until I realized what the lines that marred my face represented.” You’re mesmerized at the sight of Silco’s bare face. Remnants of the concealer decorated the cloth as he tossed it aside. Ghosting his fingers against the cold surface of your mask he meets your eyes. “They only show the world your resilience, your capacity to fight back.” Silco’s other hand cups your hip. “The past shouldn’t consume you; it should only turn you into something greater.” You weren’t expecting the rush of emotions his words and touch brought out. Never had someone said such meaningful reassurances to you.

Bringing your hand to touch his face you let out a shaky breath. Silco had so much power and success despite whatever lingered behind that eye of his. He didn’t let him hinder his hold of Zaun but strengthen it. “You owe the world nothing, however, I can’t help but be selfish and ask you to show yourself to me. We are one in the same. I would never say such cruel things to hurt you.” A nervous smile ghosts on your lips. Silco had you hook, line, and sinker. “Who knew such sweet words could from such a harsh man.” His index finger hooks under your chin. “What can I say, you’ve made me soft my dear.”

With unsteady hands, you reach for the bottom of your mask. You lifted your comfort item off your face, keeping it tightly clutched in one hand. A wide line ran across your face, cutting just below your eye only stopping once it moved across the entirety of your lips. Your wound never healed properly no matter how many medicines your parents got their hands on. The scar left behind was a prominent purple with a hue of red. The foreign feeling of the cool air of the office caressing your skin almost makes you flinch. Silco’s breath audibly gets caught in his throat. When he stays silent you feel the insecurity making its way back up. “It’s okay. I know I’m-“ Warm palms cup your face cutting you off. “Stunning.” The emotion on his face is one of vulnerability. At that moment he knew you were forever going to be his weakness. “You my dear are more beautiful than any artwork that resides topside.” Lightly pulling your face forward he trails kisses on your scar. He starts under your eye until he gets to the top of your mouth. “Is this what you want?” The question was something you imagined to only hear in your dreams. “I don’t want this Silco; I need it.” Rough lips collide with yours with enough passion to make you shake. It was nothing you’d felt before, your movements sloppy. Despite this, the grunt that leaves Silco confirms he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your mask slips out your fingers and falls to the floor. Hands move from hair, to face, to skin, taking whatever they could get. Never had you felt such affectionate touch. You didn’t know how starved you were for it until this moment. Chipped teeth nip your lip the following gasp letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Silco tasted addicting, with bitter tobacco and spiced whiskey making you feel light-headed. Tears escape your exposed lashes at the clench of your heart. The rush of emotions overwhelms you. Delicate thumbs brush away your tears as Silco reluctantly pulls back. His eyes search your own. “Don’t cry. You’re perfect.” Pushing yourself forwards you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck. The lingering scent of aftershave comforts you. Silco wraps his arms around your waist, gripping you possessively.

Choking back a sob, a wave of relief soothes your aching heart. “So, you don’t think I’m a hideous monster?” Thin fingers start to comb gently through your hair. “What you show on the outside doesn’t make you a monster. No. It’s what festers inside a person that shows the beast they are.” Silco places a soft kiss against your cheek. “Your all-encompassing beauty is rare to come by in a time like this. Don’t downplay its power.” You let your body relax under his hold. The fire that started to burn inside you long ago starts to spark alive again. With Silco you would help form the start of a new era. You would prove all of Piltover wrong.

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chickenparm · 2 years

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oh no i’ve been rewatching that scene where silco leans back and smokes & my whore mind was like what if he smokes + getting a bj

don't worry i'm on it babes, i got you. help is on the way dear. i dropped everything to come do this one.

Silco/gn!Reader 1,602 Words - NSFW Blowjobs, deep-throating, mild praise, Silco doing his usual cigar shit

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"Then it's agreed. We'll uphold our end of the bargain so long as you stick to yours."

"Your men will have walk-in access to the clinic, and we'll keep sending the bill monthly."

Silco hummed in agreement, his eyes following the movement of your hand as you stretched it across the table for him to shake. After a moment of deliberation, he tucked his cigar between his teeth and accepted your hand. His skin was warm against yours, and it caught you off guard when his fingers curled around your palm to shake your hand twice.

And if his fingers brushed against yours until the very last second as you pulled away, you tried not to think about it too hard. Your bi-yearly negotiations with this man always had you in shambles, and today was no different.

It was like he knew what he did to you. Especially when he lit that cigar up just before completing the deal, wrapping his lips around it as he set the lighter down and took his first pull. The ember glowed nearly as bright as his eye.

Carefully, you got to your feet and reached for the coat you'd hung on the back of your chair. Smoke drifted lazily from his lips as he eyed you, "Leaving so soon?"

"I've work to do today, and I assumed you didn't want to spend time on inane small talk," You answered honestly, leaning an elbow on the top of the chair instead of grabbing your jacket. Silco's good eye narrowed as he followed the line from your chest to your waist to your hip and down your thigh.

Silco didn't look away from you as he stretched an arm over the back of the couch to tap the ashes from the end of his cigar with two short bumps against the ashtray. It came back to his lips, but he paused to speak first.

"I can make time. Can't you?"

You eyed him warily, suspiciously, and he seemed to catch onto it right away, "It's not a trick. We've been working together for years, I'm simply interested in learning about one of my most-trusted business partners."

Trusted. Right...

"You know the important details," You leaned a bit more weight on your elbow, using the chair for support as you watched with a dry mouth at every move this bastard was making. The gentle bob of his boot as he crossed that leg over the other, the long line of his arms as he propped them over the back of the couch, the way his eyes seemed to be burning into you as he looked anywhere but your face. His eyes followed every line on your body, from your shoulders to your chest to and lower.

"Then tell me the unimportant ones."

"What do you want to know?"

Silco regarded you for a long moment, finally meeting your eyes with a knowing smirk, his lips wrapping around that cigar again as he spoke, "Everything."

"Everything is quite a bit. If you're gonna weasel information out of me, you have to be more specific, Silco."

"How do you feel about casual sex?"

Gods above, you nearly choked on your spit. If he felt ashamed at such a brazen question, he didn't show a single ounce of it. Only the quiet sound of his boot tapping the underside of the table punctuated his expectant silence. You knew you must have looked ridiculous, wide-eyed and staring in disbelief.

Then, his tapping stopped and you watched with rapt attention as he uncrossed his legs and set both feet flat on the floor. If his intentions had been in suspect before, they certainly weren't now when you finally saw the bulge in his pants, made more prominent with the open way he was sitting.

"Answer any way you'd like."

Pushing yourself out of your leaned position, you hooked a boot under the tabletop and tugged it toward you, leaving ample room in front of Silco for you to approach. When you were in front of him, you slowly got to your knees and reached for the buttons on his pants that were straining already.

Your hand reached in his trousers to pull him out, and you took a moment to marvel at the cock in front of you - thick, heavy, and perfectly cleaned and manicured like he fully expected for someone to see his dick today.

You tried not to think too hard about that one as you wrapped your hand around him to give an experimental stroke. Silco hummed in pleasure, cigar nearly falling from his lips as he spoke, "Good answer."

Something in your preened at the praise, and feeling bolder now that you were sure of his intentions, you leaned forward to swipe the flat of your tongue along the bottom of his cock from base to tip. You earned a quiet groan of appreciation, and you decided that as long as you had a chance to suck this man's cock, you were going to get as many of those sounds out of him as possible.

Silco was heavy on your tongue as you slid him past your lips, easily bumping into the back of your throat and making you suddenly back off and gag. Silco's hand curled into the hair at the side of your head just behind your ear, providing a surprisingly sweet gesture of support as he spoke.

"Only do what you can handle - Perhaps later we can practice with more, hm?"

Your eyes flashed to him and he only had a tiny, knowing smile as he let go of your hair to lean back on the couch again. He dropped the remains of his used-up cigar in the ashtray, and as you swirled your tongue around his tip you got to watch him try to prepare and light another one with trembling hands.

Then that hand came back, fingernails gently raking against your scalp as you worked him deeper in your mouth, getting used to the feeling of his cock on your tongue and hopefully down your throat. Smoke wafted upward as he moaned your name to the ceiling, head lolled back as you worked him with your tongue and hands.

Silco's pre-cum was salty, and whether it was normal or because you'd somehow worked him up enough, it ran down your chin in glistening rivulets that Silco's eyes followed as he looked down at you from his boneless position.

"I've always wondered what you'd look like with my cock stuffed in your mouth," Silco paused, a swipe of your tongue gliding perfectly along his frenulum and making his breath catch. The hand in your hair started to guide you, setting a slow, leisurely pace that you allowed him to control instead.

"But this is much better than I could have dreamed up when I fisted my cock the moment you'd step out of here. We should do this more often, hm? Better than a handshake, I-I'd think."

You caught the stutter in his words as he pulled you a bit further onto his dick, brushing against the soft flesh at the back of your mouth and feeling it constrict around him as you swallowed, willing yourself not to gag so he wouldn't pull you back off again.

"Y-You've wanted this as long as I have," Silco spoke lowly, the smoke from his cigar settling around you as he leaned closer, "Maybe longer, judging by how eager you are."

With your mouth full of his cock, you could do nothing besides whine in approval as his hips shifted up to push deeper, "Keep this up, you're doing so well for me."

You moaned around him at his praise, and like a missile he honed in on it immediately, "Oh, you like that? You like it when I praise you? Mmh... It's well-earned, you're going to make me cum down that pretty throat of yours if you keep this up."

You didn't know how badly you wanted that until this moment, and you rocked forward as his hips raised, finally brushing your lips against the base of his cock. Silco's head dropped to the back of the couch with an audible thud as he stuttered your name out, your throat spasming around him as he intruded further than anyone ever had.

His cum hit you fast and with force, nearly making you gag with how thickly it caught in your throat as you swallowed around him desperately. Cigar long forgotten, smoking away in the ashtray, Silco's hands dug into both sides of your hair as he held you on him through his orgasm. All you could do was brace your hands on your knees and take him until he started to soften in your mouth.

Silco did nothing to stop you as he panted heavily, watching you tug his handkerchief from his pocket to clean his cock and tuck it gingerly back in his pants, mindful of the sensitivity he'd have. As you tossed the used cloth to the cushion next to him on the couch, Silco finally sat up fully and reached both hands to cup your jaw and hold you still so he could kiss you.

You accepted the gesture, tilting your head up and at an angle to allow him more access to your mouth as his tongue slipped passed your lips to glide along your own. You vaguely wondered if he could taste himself on your tongue.

Silco pulled away, breathless all over again, and smoothed both thumbs along your jawline as he spoke, "Just seeing to it that you swallowed it all."

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