#THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT- SILCO X FEM! READER -CHAPTER ONE

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The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter One

also on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), profanity, mentions of death, addiction, and prostitution

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter One:

The undercity was certainly something.

Especially at night, when shadows extended their smoky tendrils to allow those dabbling in unsavoury business to lurk, gloomy buildings hiding things you’d be safer off not knowing within. People milling about, going about their private, dangerous business.

Water splashed across the street as your foot landed in a puddle, ankle twisting the wrong way as you tore through the filthy streets, enforcers hot on your heels. All this for heckling an officer? You clutched your shawl around you as the wind almost buffered it away.

It was ridiculous.

After bumping into a large man, a mother and her child, and knocking over a crate of sludge-y creatures, shouts trailing after you, you found an alleyway to disappear into. You scrambled up some wooden beams, eventually emerging onto the flat roof of the low, squatting building. You watched the idiotic Pilties run straight ahead, missing your small detour entirely, and scoffed, stepping away from the edge.

You turned, and made your way across the rooftops of Zaun. 

You’d reached an impasse. Well, not really- nothing a simple jump couldn’t fix. You squinted down into the dusty darkness of the narrow alley below your feet. This part of the undercity was silent- but you could hear the lapping water, and knew you were close to the river.

Vaulting over a concrete bar and pushing off with your feet, you landed on the other side of the gap with a thud. The roof shook, and you yelped as a tile slid off the edge, and crashed into the darkness.

Holding your breath, you heard nothing. The water continued to rumble. You turned to leave.

Until- 

“Fuck.”

You froze in horror. 

Creeping back towards the piped edge of the roof, weight on the backs of your feet, you peered into the darkness. The glowing end of a cigarette burned orange. You gulped.

A man emerged, stepping into your view. His brow was furrowed. Your hands were shaking. “I-I’m sorry!” You called out, and he scowled. 

“You nearly hit me!” He almost-yelled back. But taking a look at your face his expression softened. Against better judgement, you slid down the pipe, feet landing on the ground with an oof.

He looked at you, eyebrows raised. Someone in the undercity coming down to personally apologise for something like that instead of laughing in one’s face and running away was rare. He looked at the apologetic look on your face, and watched as you opened your mouth to speak while also stretching out your hand.

“I’m sorry…”

He reached for your hand too, ready to dismissively accept your apology and move on with his night.

“…But can I have a cigarette?”

His expression dropped.

You lazily took the cigarette from his hands and took a long, deep drag, tendrils of smoke curling from your mouth. At his frown, you moved it from your lips to speak.

“What? You don’t have herpes, do you? I’m not going to get it, am I?”

Wordlessly, he shook his head. You studied his face. Strong features, blue-green eyes. He wasn’t half bad looking.

I wouldn’t mind getting an STD from him.

Without a single reaction to your rather graphic thought you took another drag on the cigarette, before handing it back to him. “Thanks. Not everyone here knows that sharing is caring.”

He laughs, guarded, and then stops himself, surprised such a sound even came out at your words. You smiled at him sweetly. “And sorry for almost hitting your head and bashing it in with a tile. Though it wasn’t my fault, was it?”

“I suppose it was an accident,” he said stiffly, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his heel. “Miss…”

“[name]. Janna, I really needed to calm my nerves.” You stretched, arching your back like a cat, feeling the bones pop and muscles stretch deliciously. The man wet his lips, looking out at the street through the alley.

“And why would that be?” His voice was smooth. You readjusted your shawl. 

“Some enforcers were chasing me. The usual.” You let out a slow sigh, going to leave the alley without as much as a goodbye. He didn’t say anything, just watched you leave.

You planted a foot out into the street.

“That’s her!” 

You whipped your head around, watching a gaggle enforcers charging towards you. A scream tore from your lips you rushed back into the alleyway. The man grabbed you as you almost crashed into his chest.

“Fucking run!”

Shimmying up the pipe, you were back on the roof. You didn’t spare a turn to look back as your heavy lunges rattled the roofs, leaping over bars and gaps. You turned and saw an enforcer slip through a gap in the roofs, crashing into the street below. The man from the alley was just at your shoulder. Without a sparing a second you turned and left.

Once you were certain you’d lost the enforcers you stopped, chest heaving, and slumped onto the ground- roof- beneath you. The man stayed standing, eyeing you with an unreadable expression.

“Okay,” you gasped, turning over. “Now I’m actually sorry.” Coughing while trying to catch your breath you extended a hand. “Do you have water or something? I’m sorry.”

He let out a heavy sigh, not knowing how to behave in this situation as he took out a flask, crouching down and holding it out to you as you continuously mumbled apologies. You gulped down the water inside. “It isn’t poisoned, is it?” You sighed, wiping your mouth as you handed it back. He sat down as he took it, joining you on the slanted roof. 

“You only think to ask that after you’ve downed half the thing?” His voice was filled with amusement. You ignored him.

“I’m sorry, mister…”

“Silco.”

You stared at him as he took out another cigarette, patting his pockets for a lighter. Without a word you took one out, flicking it open and pushing down to activate the flame. You held it in front of his face. “I’m sorry, Silco.”

The cigarette lit up. You studied his profile, mainly the line of his sharp nose as he inhaled deeply.

“It’s fine. Why do you keep apologizing?”

“I got you involved in a chase with enforcers after almost dropping a tile on your head and taking your cigarette.”

“You didn’t have to take the cigarette,” he muttered, miffed. You ignored him, the lighter snapping shut. “And my plans for the night have been ruined…”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He looked at you, chuckling. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Such generosity is rare.”

“Not generosity. Justice.”

He laughed again, at your dramatics this time as he rolled the cigarette in between his long fingers. “Right. Justice.”

“So, one favour.”

“That’s a dangerous offer, [name].” A thought struck him, and he furrowed his brow. “Don’t tell me you’re from topside.”

You stared at him for a minute, then scoffed. “Of course I’m not. What makes you think that?”

“Your naivety.” He blew smoke from his lungs, and you watched as it curled over the rooftops. “It’s not a good idea to go around offering favours to strangers.”

“I’m as much of a trencher as you are, Silco,” you scoffed.

At this, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. You stared at him in shock as his lip curled, expression furious. You blinked, unmoving. 

“Zaunite.”

“Wh-what?”

“Use Zaunite. Not the name they gave us.” His grip on your wrist loosened before falling away completely. You nodded.

“Right.”

It fell silent.

“And I’ll never cash in that favour.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

“Because, it’s a stupid idea. If anything, I’m doing you a favour.” Another drag. You turned over to look at the sky.

“Thanks… I guess?”

He chuckled again, smoke curling from in between his teeth. Your face felt warm. “You’re strange.”

“So I’ve been told. What exactly were the plans for your night that I so rudely ruined?”

He didn’t say anything.

“I hope you weren’t visiting a cathouse.”

He groaned, and you laughed, snatching the cigarette off of him. He didn’t stop you. “Certainly not. Not for the cats, at least.”

“The cats?”

“The women, [name].”

“Well, what else would you go there for?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You frown. “Right… so no prostitutes.”

“Definitely not. It’s an immoral practice.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “A trencher with morals. I see.”

“Zaunite,” he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, sucking on the cigarette. “Well, I don’t care. They’re just making a living.”

“And what would you consider immoral?”

You blew out a cloud of smoke, and for a moment you considered saying something that he’d agree with, racking your brains for an appropriate answer. He clearly hated topside…

“What those Pilties are doing. Their prejudice against us,” you said proudly. He gave a small laugh.

“Right. Everyone thinks that. Something unique, please.”

You stayed silent. “Well… I do believe capitalising on addiction is quite immoral.”

“Ironic, considering that cigarette you’re holding.”

“There are extremes.” Your voice was low, and it was clear there was a story behind the subject. He didn’t press you, simply watching you put out the cigarette on the tin roof, your appetite for nicotine crushed.

After a quiet moment you spoke. “My sister was pregnant. Some… drug lord got her hooked onto something.” You rested your head down. “It was dangerous. They don’t make it anymore.” He hummed silently. “I lost both her and the baby. And she was all I had left, so…”

“The father?”

You scoffed, and that told him more than he needed to know.

“That… drug… business owner… whatever he was- he didn’t need money. He was filthy rich,” you spat. “A-“ your eyes slid to Silco- “A Zaunite, hoarding money, sucking life out of his own people, and not sharing a single drop. I hate that bastard.”

“What became of him?”

“Business crushed, killed by enforcers.” Your response was curt.

He hummed. “Well, in that case, I certainly won’t go down that path.”

“…I suppose I won’t work in a brothel either.”

“Or own one,” he added. You laughed.

“Or own one.”

You sighed gently, standing up. “Well, I hope whatever business you missed gets resolved. Goodbye, Silco.” You made to climb down to the street.

“Wait-“

You looked up.

“You said you don’t have anyone. If you’re ever… looking for company, go to the Last Drop. Tell the bartender you’re looking for Silco.”

Your eyes enlarged as you stowed the name in your memory. “The Last Drop,” you repeated, then nodded.

“Goodbye, [name].” 

You smiled again, and dropped down into the crowd.

When you looked back up to the sky, to the roof, he was gone.

-

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The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Four

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit first tag to find the other chapters | warnings: pre-s1 (for now), profanity, child death, mentions of blood and injury, smoking

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Four:

Silco and Vander had been getting into fights. 

You didn’t know how it had started, or why. You’d assumed it had to do with the resistance. At least none of them had gotten physical- but then again, how could you tell exactly where the bruises on both men came from? Your peaceful talks with Silco had turned into angry rants.

Both of you lying on the all-too familiar roof, you scooted closer to him, pressing your head into his shoulder. He did his usual motion- tense, relax, then melt into the touch- with the welcome addition of his hand flying to your head, fingers running through your locks. You let out an involuntary sigh.

“-and he just starts yelling. I don’t understand…”

You’d learned to half-tune out his rambling, staring at the sky.

“…and it clearly upsets Alice-“

You sat up straight, twisting your body to lean over him. “What?”

He looked up at you in surprise. “I said, it upsets Alice.”

Your hand was digging into his shirt, bunching up with fabric angrily. “How?” Your voice was stiff. His hand moved to your arm. 

“Nothing, she just… it gets loud sometimes…”

You almost hit Silco right then and there, and you could tell that he could tell. You scowled, eyes blazing as a torrent of admonishments poured from your mouth.

“You two better not fucking…”

“…it’s not…”

“…upsetting her over some stupid-“

“It’s not stupid- look I’m sorry…”

“You better be.” Breathing heavily, you ran your fingers through your hair. “I left her with Vander so she’d be safe, not so that she could witness you two having a screaming match.”

“Hardly screaming,” he muttered, trying to pull you back into his shoulder. You chuckled at the action.

“Someone wants cuddles.”

He pulled a face. “Cuddles?”

You laughed and smacked his shoulder. “Idiot,” you managed to force out in between giggles, and he watched you, unimpressed. He flinched as you buried your head back into the crook of his neck, still shaking with laughter. Relaxed. Melted into the touch.

“You’re an idiot.”

Your laughed subsided into comfortable silence. He broke it.

“I’m sorry. We’ll find a way to resolve this.” He was referring to him and Vander. “We shouldn’t be upsetting Alice.”

You hummed, simply nestling into him. You could feel his heart thumping. “Thank you.”

“The things I do for you, hm?”

You raised your head, lips just barely brushing his jaw, as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips before looking at you expectantly. You produced your lighter and flicked it open, watching as he held the end of the cigarette over the open flame you held out for him.

The lighter snapped shut as he tipped his head back to take a drag, and blew the smoke to the sky. His other arm rested around you comfortably.

“The things you do for me,” you laughed breathlessly, resisting the urge to kiss him senseless.

-

The arguments had not stopped.

Not only had Alice mentioned them to you at home, but Felicia had voiced her concerns during the every-now-and-then moment she’d really have a proper conversation with you. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with them,” she’d whisper quietly. “They used to be really tight. And now…”

You didn’t press. It was a situation where you felt you weren’t welcome to meddle. So you took Alice home with nothing but a concerned purse of the lip, a sympathetic look, and a nervously quick-beating heart, stomach churning with dread.

Silco came to you less frequently, or maybe later than usual, usually in a sour mood. Despite his inconsistencies you stayed reliable, waiting for as long as he needed you to- even if he didn’t show up at all. If he did, his bad mood would lift within a few minutes. Surprisingly, he’d stopped talking about him and Vander’s arguments. And you no longer wanted to talk about them either.

Time passed. Felicia’s daughter was born. Things became more peaceful.

The sky has begun growing darker earlier, marking the beginning of winter. After another evening of Silco being a no-show, you slid off of the roof and made your way to the Last Drop.

The door creaking open, you frowned. It was almost empty, save for a frazzled looking Felicia trying to hush a baby in the corner. Panic started rising in your throat as you made your way to her.

“Felicia.” She looked up at you, and you say her face was twisted with worry. “Where is everyone?”

“Preparing.” Trying to hush Violet proved a futile task. You had to speak over her screams.

“Preparing for what? Where’s Vander? Why is Violet crying?”

Felicia screwed her eyes shut, and Violet’s meltdown subsided a little. “Nothing, just… there was an argument.”

You immediately dragged your hands across your face, stumbling back, immediately sick of what she was about to say. She ignored you and continued, shaking.

“They were both storming out when I got here. Everyone else is preparing for the uprising on the bridge.” Her voice dropped low. 

You whirled around and slammed your hands on the bar top, making her flinch. “What uprising?”

“There’s going- there’ll be an uprising on the bridge, soon.”

“And no one told me about this?” You were seething. Violet screeched louder, and you turned violently, putting your hands over your ears as Felicia shakily shushed her. 

“You aren’t part of the resistance. Heck- you’re barely even part of the Lanes.”

At her words you had to fight to keep the fury from bubbling over. Charging towards her, you grabbed her shoulders tight, nails digging into her skin.

“Where the fuck is Alice.”

“I don’t know,” she choked out. At this, you left out a muffled, terrified scream, swallowing it with the back of your hand.

“She isn’t meant to go outside,” you whispered, your hands sliding across your face to cover your mouth. Felicia looked at you, confused and scared. At your sudden silence even Violet had stopped making any noise, instead burying herself into her mother’s embrace.

“Why not? I mean, you were pretty adamant about it, but you never told us why,” she said carefully. 

You tore your hands from your face. “Because the enforcers could be looking for her!”

Felicia looked at you in shock.

Tears welled in your eyes as your hands shook. “She can’t go outside alone yet.”

Felicia didn’t say anything, just wrapped her hands further around Violet and curled over. You didn’t say anything back; your heavy, frantic footsteps echoed around the empty bar and the door slammed as you left to go search for your daughter.

The crowd in the street was heavy, and all going in one direction- towards the bridge. You pushed through, eyes frantically scanning the crowd. You knew you wouldn’t find her there, however. Passer-bys conversations drifted in and out of your ears.

“…commotion with the enforcers. I hope this won’t affect the rising…”

You turned and grabbed the woman by the shoulder. She looked at you in shock.

“What commotion?” You hissed. She didn’t say anything, frozen to the spot, when a man came and prised your hand off of her and pointed in a certain direction.

“They say they saw enforcers attacking a child,” he said gravely, “Just the street before the river.”

He didn’t have to say any more. You turned and fled.

This part of the undercity was more quiet. You marked the rushing of water- and remembered the first time you’d met Silco.

You could hear heavy breathing.

Enforcer masks.

Small whimpers.

Alice’s voice.

Panic and anger surged through you as you burst into the street.

“Let go of her!” You screamed.

The enforcer grabbed the back of your neck, shoving you into the wall. The second he released you, you lunged towards Alice, grabbing her and drawing her close. She was completely battered.

“Why are you doing this to her?” You cried, covering her ears. “She’s a child.”

The enforcer looked at you. “And who exactly are you?”

“I took her in,” you said fiercely, holding the shaking girl tighter. The Pilties looked at each other, and you recoiled, knowing you’d said the wrong thing. 

“You took her in, knowing that she was being chased by the law. You harboured a wanted child.” His voice was even.

“Child,” you gasped. “She’s a child.” You clasped your hands together. “Look, I-I didn’t know. Please just let her be-“

A kick rammed you against the wall. You lost grip on Alice, who was dragged up by the second officer. The first one grabbed you and put his hand over your eyes.

“Kill the girl,” he said.

“N-!” You opened your mouth to scream but he clamped his hand over your mouth. From in front of you, a simple crack, whimper, then a thud. You went limp. He dropped you to the floor, and you blinked blearily, shaking. Alice’s body lay before you.

You cursed under your breath, scrambling towards her, unaware of the eyes watching you.

“Leave her,” the mask-muffled voice said. “We got rid of what we needed to.” He looked up. “We’re needed at the bridge.”

Their heavy footsteps left the street, fading around the corner as you silently sobbed, shoulders shaking. Gathering Alice in your arms, you brushed her hair from her face.

“No,” you whispered. “No.” Your hand was warm at the back of her head, and when you withdrew it it was covered in blood. The word Alice said was barely audible. 

“Mom.”

This broke you, and you descended into a whirl of sobs. “No, no no no no.”

You didn’t know for how long you cried- you just knew it was well past the time you daughter grew cold in your arms. Ran dry of tears, you could feel unconsciousness calling you.

Another set of heavy footsteps down the street- only one person this time. You barely regarded it as you slipped into the darkness, curled over the corpse of one of the only two people you cared about.

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The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Twenty One

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: profanity, blood and injury, injury detail, character death, guns, violence, fire, explosions, biting (in a non-freaky way), child death, stabbing, vomiting, references to past suicidal ideation

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Twenty One:

You woke in the middle of the to the sound of people screaming your name.

The minute Donna burst into the Haven through the black door, a group of bruised, soot-covered employees behind her, you knew something was wrong. You flitted your panicked, still half-asleep gaze over your people- black eyes, cuts, bruises. Their clothes were charred, and they were covered in black dust. You peered over Donna’s shoulder. Multiple people were being carried, their bodies practically grilled.

You almost vomited at the sight. 

You grabbed Donna’s shoulders. She was shaking. “What the fuck happened?”

“I foun- I found them,” she gasped. A woman stepped forward, a burn on her shoulder. Her face was tearstained. 

“They threw a bomb down there,” she panted. “They’re bombing the whole ground floor.”

You froze in shock. Donna let out a wail and pushed past you, the ragged group of people pouring into the Haven and pounding up the stairs, in search of backup and medics.

An uneasy feeling was gnawing at your gut. You charged back into your office and seized your jacket, shrugging it on as you went back to the back door. But then you froze, hand hovering over the doorknob.

Maybe it was a good idea to check on Allison before you left.

You lurched up the stairs, gripping the banister, and went to the black-haired girl’s room where Allison was initially supposed to bunk- where you’d sent her. You knocked on the door tentatively, heart in your mouth. No answer. You knocked again, harder this time, until you were banging on the door, the walls rattling. Kids and adults alike poked their heads out of their rooms to watch the spectacle.

A sickened-looking Donna stepped forward, handing you something. A key. “The master key,” she told you tiredly. You grappled with the lock, the door eventually swinging open. You burst inside the room.

It was empty.

You spun around, head reeling. No, no, no, no. Everything was going too fast. You’d woken up about ten minutes ago. It was too much. You clawed at your neck, fighting for breath. Donna grabbed you, and pointed at something. 

“[name], look,” she gasped breathlessly. Your eyes followed her gaze. 

The window.

Wide open.

You let out a piercing scream.

Donna winced, and you doubled over, clutching your head. Your lungs fought for oxygen as everything in your vision swam. You were about to be sick.

“Where is she?” You cried. A group of concerned people were standing in the doorway, exchanging concerned looks. You turned on them, sweat sticking your hair to your skin. “Where?”

A teenage girl stepped forward. Her mascara was smudged and her hair was mussed. “Before we went to sleep,” she began. “She kept talking about how she was gonna go visit the factory.”

Your body was trembling violently, uncontrollably. You stared at the ground. Donna stepped towards you, reaching for you gingerly, but you wrenched away from her. Your head snapped up, eyes blazing.

“Where’s Elliot?”

Within half an hour, your suspicions were confirmed. Neither Elliot nor Allison were to be seen anywhere in the Haven. You were at the front door, a dagger up your sleeve and a gun at your hip, and Donna was trying to desperately convince you to not leave.

“I’m going,” you said with finality, forcing the words past your throat. You felt so nauseous you couldn’t talk. Donna raised her bloodshot eyes to meet yours.

“Please, be sa-“

You were already out the door.

Charging down the street, you finally reached the usually quiet corner of the undercity, where the factory would sit in derelict solitude.

But now, everything was ablaze.

You whirled around. Tongues of flame surrounded you, leaping high into the night sky, smoke pouring from the front door of the factory which was wide open. You coughed into your fist, eyes watering.

And from inside, you heard a little girl’s screams.

“ALLISON!” You screamed. Another loud boom shook the giant building, more smoke and fire billowing around you. You looked to the sky and saw a man on the roof, looking down at you. Without a second thought you raised your gun.

The bang of the shot was as loud as the bombs. You watched as the silhouette of the man jerked, head knocking back, then toppled off the side of the roof to land in the dust of the factory yard, just in front of the metal mesh fence. Racing to the front gate of the factory, you ran inside. The smoke was thick, the acrid scent of burning flesh filling your nostrils. You mindlessly whirled around, and got sick all over the floor.

Your throat, nose and eyes burned. Your skin burned. You looked up, tears streaking your face. There was no way you would find Alice in here.

You heard shouting again. 

“Madam! Help!”

Your heart lurched at Allison’s voice. It was coming from outside. You ran outside, skidding to a halt, before turning a corner to find yourself in the factory yard. “I’m coming!” You tried to yell, but it came out as a rasp. Coughing helplessly, you looked around the flaming, flat land. Your vision was swimming with tears. Smoke poured from the dry patches of dirt which had lit on fire, rising into the sky. 

“Mom!” 

You almost shut down.

Mom?

This was getting too familiar. 

You spun around, barely seeing as you staggered a little. “Allison!” You called. “Allison, baby, I’m here. Where are you?”

“I’m here!”

You spun around to see a small figure lying in a heap on the ground, just in front of a heap of metal machinery. You charged through the smoke, until you skidded to a halt. The gun you were clutching so tightly dug into your palm. 

There was a giant wall of fire blocking you from her. She was still a good bit away- you could just barely make out her face- or maybe you could’ve, if your eyes weren’t on fire and smoke wasn’t obscuring your vision until all you saw was black and grey. 

“I can’t feel my legs!” Her small voice was raspy and raw, pathetic whimpers escaping her lips. You coughed even harder, hacking as ash settled in your throat. You doubled over and looked up. The heat of fire caressed your face.

Through the thick haze of smog, something flashed red, close to Allison’s little silhouette, her numb, limp legs. It beeped, speeding up.

Your eyes widened.

“ALLISON-“

The explosion was deafening.

You groaned, rolling over and opening your eyes. Everything was blurry. Your ears were ringing. You couldn’t hear a thing. You vaguely registered your gun lying a few feet on the ground away from you.

Sitting up, you raised your pounding head slowly. The fire had subsided, burning around you instead of in front, like it had been pushed away. Your shaking eyes landed on a limp, black figure, lying on the ground away from you.

Allison. You scrambled to your aching feet, bile rising in your throat. No. 

Collapsing next to Allison, you turned her over. Her eyes were wide open, glazed over. Your stomach lurched. “No, no, no.”

Her hair was burnt to a crisp, flesh completely charred. Blood pooled from the back of her head, soaking into the dirt. Her skin was blackened with ash and soot. 

Your face contorted with agony.

The scream that tore past your throat was cracked and broken. You slumped, pressing your forehead to hers, ignoring the blood. Her corpse was still feverishly hot, matching the tears streaming down your face and dripping down your chin. You couldn’t bear to look at her eyes. Her wide, cold, dead eyes. 

“You can’t leave me,” you whimpered. “You can’t leave too.” You broke down again, smoothing your hand over her dry hair as loud sobs racked your shoulders. 

A hand fell onto your shoulder. You gasped, jerking violently. You spun around, swinging wildly at whoever had touched you.

You didn't get far, falling back to your knees. You stared at the shoes that stepped in front of your hands, which were shaking, braced on the ground for support as you hunched over. You were about to be sick again. 

You looked up through your hair, straight into a pair of mismatched eyes.

You lurched backwards. “Silco.” Your voice was trembling. He was panting, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There were fresh burns on his arms, you noticed. A few strands of otherwise carefully slicked back hair had fallen in front of his forehead. 

“You,” you whispered, eyes flicking wildly to Allison’s body. “You did this.”

“[name],” he started, but didn’t finish his sentence, instead staring at you and breathing hard. His silence was deafening.

“What. What are you doing here?” You licked your cracked lips. Your voice was broken and raw. 

“I wasn’t informed of this…” he looked around coldly. “Massacre.” His eyes settled back onto you, volcanic embers burning a hole into your face. 

“Are you sure about that?” You rasped huskily. Your heart was beating hard enough for you to feel it in your fingertips.

Silco raised an eyebrow, stepping back.

You lunged for the gun.

He kicked you aside, and it knocked the breath out of you and the gun out of your clutches. You rolled over, groaning. Your ribs throbbed. Without thinking, you kicked out wildly with your leg, adrenaline rushing through you. He collapsed and you drove your knee into his face. His head back snapped back, blood dripping from his nose. Shaking like a wild animal, you clawed your way back, towards the gun.

Blood was pounding in your eyes, vision tunneling. Fury coursed searing hot through your veins, hotter than the fire. Your hand reached for the gun handle.

Silco’s hand suddenly closed over your wrist, pinning it to the ground. You could feel his chest press against your back as he leaned down, hot breath hissing in your ear.

“I knew the lock was you.”

You bit his forearm.

He growled, yanking his arm back, bringing the gun along with it. He tossed it away, into the flames. Twisting around, your fist connected with his jaw. He lurched to the side, but not before he dug his hand into you, hauling himself over you again, his own punch knocking your head back into the ground. Blood dripped down your lips. He shoved his face into yours, eyes blazing with fury. You were breathing hard, tears still tracking down your face.

“You really do think you can just get away with anything, don’t you?” He snarled, slamming his palm down onto the ground next to your head. “Testing my patience? Toying with me?” You inhaled shakily, feeling for the dagger inside your sleeve. It slowly slid down past your cuff. You felt cool sharp metal against your palm. His nose grazed yours, breath hot on your lips.

“You killed her,” you rasped. He froze.

“What?”

“You see that body lying over there?” Your voice was cracked and barely audible. “My second daughter. Dead.”

Something twisted across his face as he raised his eyes to the limp form behind you both. Guilt? Disgust? Nausea? The only other indicator of his reaction was his chest heaving up and down faster, breathing picking up. The handle of your dagger slid into your hands.

Silco noticed, and snatched it from your hands. You let out a yell of protest as it clattered to the ground some feet away. You slammed your hands against his chest, pushing him away and winding him.

“She was just a child, Silco!” You were screaming. You didn’t know who you were talking about- whether it was Alice, or Allison, or both. Your voice was dripping with grief and venom. “My child. And now she’s gone because of this…” you trembled. “This war you’re so desperate to start.”

He was still staring at Allison’s charred corpse, breathing hard, an unreadable look on his face. His eyes were wide. He looked back at you, and his face hardened. “You think I wanted this?” He snarled. “You think I’d sacrifice innocent lives for no reason? I didn’t even know this was happening. Don't put this on me.”

You lunged at him, gripping his collar. You shoved your face right into his. “It’s already on you,” you hissed, tears streaming down your face. “Every death, every scream, every goddamn spark in this hellhole- it’s all on you. You made Shimmer, you terrorized the people, you lit the match.” Your breathing was hard and shaky as he slowly raised his hands to your wrists, prising your grip off of him. His face still hadn’t changed.

“You’re thinking just like him, aren’t you?” He muttered. You looked at him, eyes glassy and bloodshot.

“What?” You croaked.

“You sound just like Vander.” He practically spat his words, rising to his feet. You followed suit, subtly snatching up your discarded dagger and concealing it back within your sleeve. 

“I lit the match because no one else would, [name],” he continued sharply. “You think peace comes with just sticking your head in the mud, sitting around, waiting for something to happen? You think that’s how we’ll win freedom?” He laughed, the noise harsh and dry. “You’re all delusional.”

What is he talking abou-

As if on autopilot, the words poured out of you. You jabbed a trembling finger at Allison’s corpse. “You think that little girl chose to be a part of your revolution?” You gasped. “You think she asked to die in your crusade?”

“And you think I chose to let Zaun rot?” He shot back, scowling, gritting his teeth and refusing to break eye contact. “To let Piltover crush us under their boot while people like you sit back and do nothing?”

You stepped back, voice bitter. “Don’t you dare,” you breathed. “Don’t you dare act like you care more than I do. You’re just better at justifying the cost.”

Silco straightened up, squaring his shoulders. He’d calmed down, voice quieter now, but still just as dangerous as before. The crackling flames illuminated his silhouette against the dark night sky. 

“The cost is unbearable, I know that,” he said steadily. “But if we don’t fight, if we don’t do what’s necessary- all of their deaths will be for nothing.” His eyes met yours with the same conviction you’d seen in him many times before. “Do you want her to have died for nothing?”

“She died because you couldn’t see past your own damn pride,” you muttered, turning away. You stared at the ground, tears making your vision blur together. You couldn’t bear to see Allison’s corpse. “You’d burn all of Zaun down and call it liberation.”

His voice was as cold and hard as ever from behind you. Your eyes settled on Allison’s dead, glassy ones, and you twitched, wincing. “Sometimes, fire is the only way to cleanse what’s broken.” You couldn’t tear your eyes from the charred flesh.

Something inside you snapped. You whirled around, voice venomous as you spat your words,

“Then I’ll make damn sure you’re the first to burn.”

He barely had time to react before you lunged at him, driving the dagger deep into his side. You both collapsed on the ground, rolling across the rough dirt. 

Regret immediately stabbed into your gut.

You gasped, drawing the knife out of his flesh, watching the blood seep through his clothes. The bloodied blade clattered to the ground as you pressed your hands to your mouth, eyes wide and shaking.  

“No. No. No.” You chanted the words like a mantra, hands roaming over his injury, desperate to staunch the bleeding. Your vision shook, flashing. For a moment he was young again, an empty eye socket looking at you unseeingly. You jerked back, gripping your head. “Sil, I’m sorry.”

He coughed up blood, cursing under his breath. “You’re crazy,” he rasped, and you sobbed over his bleeding body.

“I shouldn’t have,” you choked. His face was rapidly growing pale. He weakly grabbed your wrist, pulling it down towards the ground so he could see your face. You were an absolute mess.

“The Last Drop,” he groaned, and you immediately hauled him up, balancing him on your shaking shoulders. 

The limp to the Last Drop was a long, silent one, the silence broken every now and then with your guilty sobs and incessant, crazed rambling. Silco was too busy bleeding out all over you to speak, occasionally coughing up a bout of blood.

The windows of the Last Drop were dark. It was closed. You figured as much- it was about three in the morning. You slammed yourself against the door. It fell open and you stumbled.

By the time you’d dragged him to his office he’d lost a lot of blood. You yourself were soaked in it. Panic had seized you, making you jerk, twitch and tremble. Hot tears were still flowing down your face. You let Silco slump in his chair, your blood-soaked palms steadying his shoulders. He raised his half-lidded, dazed gaze to meet yours, head lolling to the side.

You slumped onto the floor beneath him, sniffling. “Fuck. I’m so fucked.”

He let out a small grunt of agreement. You began to shake. 

“I should have kept my promise. I said if anything happened to you or Alice, I’d kill my self.” You gripped your head, fingers tangling in your ragged hair. “I shouldn’t be here right now. If I just kept my fucking promises, maybe you… maybe Allison…” your throat choked up and you couldn’t complete your sentence. Your face began to dry, no more tears left in you as you raised your head to him. He was watching you silently. 

“When I first found out Alice was dead and you were missing,” you whispered, “I swear I almost held out on my promise.” You wiped your eyes, licking your cracked, dry lips. 

“I was going to drown myself in the river,” you confessed, then looked up at him. He hummed, reaching out with a weak hand to put his hand on your head. Your face twisted with painful emotions as you leaned forward, putting your head on his lap. “Every day after that I’d go and try to work up the courage to do it.” Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

He breathed something incoherent, and you looked up at him. You just barely heard him the second time.

“No. You should have lived.”

But the words barely registered in your mind as you collapsed onto the floor at the foot of his desk, exhausted. 

The adrenaline had finally worn off, but you’d fallen asleep before the true reality of the night’s events had set in.

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➸ Name: Rain ➸ She/They ➸ January 28th ➸ India/Ireland ➸ Aquarius ➸ ENTP-T ➸ Student ➸ Art blog: @rainlyheavendrops ➸ Reblogging works on: @heavenlyrainblog

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———> Requests rules:

➸ will take requests for oneshots, headcanons, drabbles, blurbs ect. Basically all except series, those requests are not guaranteed but I WILL consider it. ➸ both nsfw & sfw requests will be accepted ➸ will not write male!reader (with a few extremely rare exceptions), polyamourous, infidelity (unless it’s an angst idea where the character cheats on [name]), rape/ non-con, underage, pedophilia, yandere, somnophilia (without permission by one party given beforehand, otherwise its fine), zoophilia/beastiality, anything to do with anal, foot fetish, or piss kink. ➸ Will not write reader inserts with a specific diagnoses (e.g., OCD, ASD), a specific race/ ethnicity/ nationality, or a specific body type. ➸ I reserve the right to NOT take a request if I don’t want to ➸ The more specific the request is the better!

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➸ Notes: ↳ All my original works are posted on my Quotev account. ↳ Follow a tag to get updates ↳ You can use any tag on my blog to find works relating to that specific tag: Example: Boothill x Reader

↳ To find a specific chapter of a multi-chapter fic, type in the usual tag + “-CHAPTER [number]. For example: “SHE SAID FUCK ME LIKE I’M FAMOUS- KENJI SATO X FEM!READER - CHAPTER ONE ↳ To find a specific character from oneshots, type the usual tag + “-[character]. For example: #RAIN’S HAZBIN HOTEL ONESHOTS -LUCIFER

———> multi-chapter fics:

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 | 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 (𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝) -𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↳visit tag #FATHER FORGIVE ME (FOR I HAVE SINNED) -LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X ANGEL!READER

↳ Status: Completed | Teasers: 2/2 | Chapters: 26/26 | Available on: Tumblr, Quotev, AO3

Arcane | The Devil Made Me Do It | Silco x Reader

↳ visit tag #THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT- SILCO X READER

↳ Status: Ongoing | Available on AO3, Tumblr and Quotev

☆ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ “ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ” | ᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ☆

↳ Visit tag #SHE SAID “FUCK ME LIKE I’M FAMOUS” - KENJI SATO X FEM!READER

↳ Status: Ongoing | Chapters: 2/? | Available on: Tumblr, AO3

“ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

↳ Visit tag: #OBSESSED- KENJI SATO X READER

↳ Status: Ongoing | Teasers: 1/1 | Chapters: 1/? | Available on: AO3, Tumblr

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

↳visit tag #CHANGES WITH THE SEASONS -SEBASTIAN X READER -STARDEW VALLEY

↳ Status: Discontinued | Word Count: 7.9k | Chapters: 3 on Tumblr, 8 on Quotev & AO3 | Available on: AO3, Quotev, Tumblr

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↳ visit tag #RAIN’S HAT LANGUAGE FIC

↳ Originally a oneshot

↳ Status: Completed | Word count: idk but its short | Chapters: 2/2 | Available on: Tumblr, AO3 (In Honkai Star rail x reader oneshots)

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 | “𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜��” | 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↳ Visit tag #STUCK- LUCIFER X READER

↳ Originally a oneshot

↳ Status: ongoing | Chapters: 1/2 | Available on: AO3, Tumblr

———> headcanons:

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

↳visit tag #RAIN’S HAZBIN HOTEL HEADCANONS

↳ Tag + character to find a specific character: e.g., #RAIN’S HAZBIN HOTEL HEADCANONS -CARMILLO CARMINE

posted:

↳ Carmillo Carmine x Reader | Romantic Headcanons | SFW & NSFW

↳ Available on: Tumblr

———> oneshots:

𝐉𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞)

↳ visit tag #RAIN’S SATIRE JOJO FIC

↳ Word count: 0.4k | Available on: Tumblr, AO3

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 | 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

↳ visit #HONKAI STAR RAIL -RAIN’S CHARACTER ONESHOTS

posted:

↳ Veritas Ratio x Reader | Teach you a lesson

↳ Blade x Reader | Let me take care of you

Available on: Tumblr, AO3

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

↳ visit #RAIN’S HAZBIN HOTEL ONESHOTS

posted:

↳ “Show me” | Lucifer x Reader

↳ “Perfection” | Adam & Lucifer x Reader

↳ “Migraines” | Lucifer & Alastor x Reader

↳ “Speaking my language” | Adam x Reader

“Show Me” available on Tumblr and AO3, the rest are only available on Tumblr.

———> ficlets:

𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭? 𝐅𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

↳ Word Count: 444 | Available on: Tumblr | TW: Hanahaki disease, death, mentions of blood, relationship issues, cheating | visit #rain’s ficlets- did it hurt?

———> other:

➸ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬

↳ tag #HEAVENLYRAIN’S WRITING TIPS

➸𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

↳ visit #HEAVENLYRAIN’S WRITING PROMPTS

↳ Forced Proximity

↳ Academic Rivals to Lovers

↳ to be written/ upcoming . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

➸ Arcane | Sevika x Reader

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➸ Arcane ➸ Hazbin Hotel ➸ Helluvaboss ➸ That’s Not My Neighbour ➸ Stardew Valley ➸ Lackadaisy ➸ The Dragon Prince ➸ Harry Potter ➸ Ultraman: Rising ➸ Voltron: Legendary Defender

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➸ AO3: heavenlyrain ➸Quotev: raindropps ➸Character Ai: heavenlyraindrops (I create bots!)