#Yandere silco x reader

[mossangelll]

yandere!silco x reader hcs

honestly i’m convinced silco is a FREAK and i need to unleash my thoughts…anyways toxic silco does NOT have a hr department and it shows 👁️👁️

tw: suggestive content, drug use, dubcon - mdni

yandere!silco who hires you to work the bar at the last drop part time

yandere!silco who doesn’t see anything special about you at first - you’re just another person on his payroll

yandere!silco who slowly becomes intrigued by how witty and engaging you are with the customers

yandere!silco who appreciates your loyalty when sevika tells him that enforcers met with you to offer money, lots of it, in exchange for information on the chembaron operations - you declined and spit in their faces

yandere!silco who finds you crying in the back alley one night over the large debt you gathered from trying to help a sick family member

yandere!silco who sees an opening and gives you a full-time position at the bar - little do you know you’re slowly getting caught up in his trap

yandere!silco who can’t bear to be around you without acting on his base desires. he can’t stop thinking about your pretty face and how the uniform hugs your body just right

yandere!silco who gets painfully jealous when he sees you flirting with customers and takes his frustrations out by ordering his henchmen to beat up the people that dared flirt with you

yandere!silco who offers a sympathetic ear and gains your trust

yandere!silco who blurs the line between appropriate employee-boss behaviour by constantly inviting you to his office after-hours in the hope of making you feel special. after all, who else gets his undivided attention like this?

yandere!silco who gets you to inject his eye one evening to fully consolidate your bond to him

yandere!silco who pressures you try shimmer for the first time even though you’re hesitant - “what, you don’t trust your boss, hm? you know i would never dream of hurting you.”

yandere!silco who smiles when you give into his silky voice and caresses your cheek

yandere!silco who starts to call you his “pet” but you shrug it off as just friendly nickname

yandere!silco who gives you more and more shimmer as time passes until you can’t function without it

yandere!silco who can’t help but pleasure himself in his office whilst you work below him, knowing that he was the one to corrupt you

yandere!silco who knows you can’t afford the shimmer and leaves you high and dry

yandere!silco who tuts whenever he sees you at the bar, barely able to do your job, and secretly delights in the shame that crosses your face

yandere!silco who calls you into the office under the guise of discussing your poor work performance

yandere!silco who offers you a deal: you quit your job and become his pet in exchange for all the shimmer you could ask for

yandere!silco who holds a vial in his outstretched hand but snatches it away just before your shaky hands could reach it - “ah ah, naughty pet. i deserve something first, don’t you think?”

yandere!silco who reaches into his drawer and pulls out a wine-red collar with gold studs and tells you to kneel before him

yandere!silco who can’t contain his wolffish grin as you scramble over to kneel by his feet, looking up at him with wide, begging eyes and such a…tempting pout

yandere!silco who takes a swig of the shimmer and grabs you into a bruising kiss, tongue melding with yours as you drink the shimmer straight from him

yandere!silco who digs his fingers into the flesh of your waist when you start to whimper, forcing himself to take it slow

yandere!silco who pulls back to look at the blooming swell of your spit-slick lips and the drugged out look on your face with satisfaction - you will always be his

masterlist

[leth-writes]

yandere silco x reader who betrayed him

“Shit, get out!” You screeched, shoving the enforcer forward and away from you as you spotted Sevika’s harsh snarl from across the crowded, dimly lit bar. He booked it, running for the backdoor. You were so fucked. You tried to follow him, but were stopped by Sevika’s strong grasp on your forearm.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She growled, spitting mad, in your face.

“N-nothing! I was just telling him to leave me alone,” you stammered, feeling the blood drain from your face and the adrenaline pour down your spine. It felt like your head was going to explode from the pressure of your thoughts racing, trying to create an excuse. 

“Bullshit,” she huffed, dragging you through the back exit after the enforcer. When the two of you entered the alleyway, the enforcer was nowhere to be seen, not even a hint of him to be found. “Shit,” she cursed, spitting. She whipped you around and slammed you to the brick wall, hand holding you up solely by your throat.

“You better tell the truth, you little rat, Silco isn’t here to save you…” She punched the wall by your head and you startled even further, letting out a little whimper of fear. “Please, please Sevika! I promise, I swear on my soul, I wasn’t doing anything!” You cried, fingers clutching and scrabbling at her thick, coiled forearm.

She huffed once again, face turned to look out the entrance of the alley in contemplation. “Ple-” you began, but her free hand shifted to cover your mouth, hand reaching from your nose down your chin. Fuck, you couldn’t breathe! You didn’t want to die in this dingy little alley, never having escaped your captivity. You scrabbled against the brick walls, fingernails breaking under the force, then scratched at her forearm, leaving long, deep grooves that soon welled up with blood.

You tried to gasp, to get even a breath of air through the tight grip of her fingers, but it was futile. Slowly, ever so slowly, your world began to darken, the ringing in your ears drowning out Sevika’s harsh panting. Then, everything went dark.

It was cold, so cold you couldn’t feel your fingers. That was the first thing you noticed as you bolted awake. You were in the chair in Silco’s back room, strapped down with thick leather ropes and wearing an undershirt and your thin, cloth pants. How did you get here?

“I imagine I’ve been keeping your chain a little too long, little one,” You jumped at Silco’s voice, head craning to see him without any luck. He was standing behind you. The room was dingy and dark, a complete lack of visibility for your groggy, grimy eyes. You blinked fiercely, trying to clear them.

It was then you noticed the thick leather strap clamping your mouth closed, tongue brushing against the rough, grime-coated material. It was then the memory hit you, as your head throbbed; Sevika had caught you, and she had knocked you out. Fuck, were you going to die in this chair, was he going to inject you with shimmer, contort and change your body beyond your control until you were unrecognizable?

You whimpered once again, arms straining against the thick straps as you tried to break even a single hand free. You failed. “Hush now, there’s no use in struggling. I won’t be making the same mistake again,” Silco said, the soft hint of a threat in his voice. He sauntered closer, hand trailing along your shoulder as he crossed in front of you. Silco leaned in until his lips barely brushed the material of the leather gag. “It’s not your fault, poor thing, I forgot you needed extra… guidance. A stupid little thing, aren’t you, unable to learn not to bite your owner even as he feeds you,” he continued, hand reaching up to grasp at your chin gently.

“Well, no use fretting now, it’s too late. We’ll have to start over, right from the beginning.”

Your muffled pleas went unheeded as Silco reached for the thin metal shock collar on his desk.

[mybelovedfleur]

,,𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶" 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼

(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, violence, mention of death, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c

Also a big ty and ily to @ink-and-dagger because DWM is the best fic on the internet and you should read it immediatelly! They're the main reason for me coming back to writing after YEARS, yes it is that good C: GO READ IT NOW OR REREAD IT IDC

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A violent cough escaped your lips, food remains mixed with blood landed on the undoubtedly expensive silverware before you. A warm hand found its way to your back, moving in soothing circles, while you tried to catch your breath. You frowned at the mess you made, tears slowly clouding your vision.

,,I'm so sorry" you whispered in embarrassment, looking down at your weak, trembling hands.

"Don’t," Silco muttered, his brow furrowed as he wiped your face gently. "I shouldn’t have let you eat at the table. You’re too weak, my love." His tone was firm, but the action was oddly tender. It felt as though you were a child being cared for by a doting mother. But the difference was evident - you were a grown woman, and he was your husband, at least that’s what he told you.

"We're going back to bed now, that's enough stress for you today, beloved," he said without a second's hesitation, immediately picking you up and heading towards the bedroom as you whimpered in his hold. It was the first time Silco had allowed you to be anywhere beyond your bedroom or the bathroom. Sitting at the table, rather than being spoon fed by him while lying in bed felt strangely liberating, a brief moment of freedom you hadn’t realized you craved so much. 

,,It's morning" you were certain he heard your complaints, yet he chose to ignore them as he tucked you under the covers of an annoyingly comfortable bed. You felt like you had explored every nook and cranny of that room a hundred times, and stepping outside of it felt like a trip to an amusement park.

The matress beside you dipped under his weight, while his hand started to softly carress your hair

,,I'll bring you your medicine, you'll feel better then, alright?" his touch traveled over your temple, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear ,, I'll be right next to you, I'll read the reports and you'll fall asleep cuddled up to me, warm and soft" a delicate kiss landed on your head "Just like you used to"

It's been 2 weeks since you woke up. A dense fog shrouded your mind, obscuring everything. Who are you? What is your name? These seemingly simple questions only deepened the ache in your head. The pain had been unbearable then - every little movement was difficult. Your body felt exhausted and weak, as if it was pushing against the limits of its own capabilities.

It felt as though you had been dragged through hell and back—there was no other way to explain the state you were in. For the first few days, you burned with fever, teetering on the edge of consciousness, struggling to hold on to even a fleeting sense of reality.

In those brief moments when you managed to grasp even a sliver of reality around you, there was always that one hand gently touching your forehead, that one voice soothing your nerves, whispering sweet words of comfort.

You felt then as if some higher power took pity on your tormented soul, sending you an angel who became your only anchor in all this madness, his presence was like a silent ray of light piercing through the thick fog of pain. Every time his presence was felt, your whole body seemed to cry out for his touch, as if he was the only cure for the pain, the only being who could heal you. You were sure that if only you could, you would pull him to you, locking him in a strong embrace.

The reality turned out to be much more bitter than you expected.

When you first saw his face, a crushing feeling of terror ran through your body, unable to move on your own, completely at the mercy of this strange man. Your body trembled on its own with his every touch, almost trying desperately to scream for you to run away, the complete opposite of your imaginary savior. 

At first you thought it was just his appearance that made you so terrified, and you couldn't help but feel disgusted with yourself.

Yet despite his terrifying, almost inhuman eye and wounded face, the fear you felt ran deeper. It was some intangible, subconscious force that told you to stay away, as if something in his presence dangerously shook your intuition.

At first glance, you could already tell that he was an extremely elegant and wealthy man. His clothes were woven with gold and silver threads, perfectly fitting his figure, as if it was an indispensable part of him.

You were convinced that this place belonged to him. The opulence and grandeur of this bedroom made you feel almost alien, like you had no right to be there, like all this luxury didn't suit you in any way.

But the way he looked at you made you feel like you were a priceless treasure, a million times more valuable and beautiful than anything he ever owned. Only then did you begin to consider that it was the same person who had been standing by your bed all those days. His face immediately softened when he noticed you were no longer desperately trying to get away from him.

He told you everything, not taking his eyes off your face, as if he was looking for any reaction in it, as if each of your glances could reveal something he hadn't said yet. "I am Silco, Duke of Zaun, you are (Y/N), my only, dearest wife" the way he said it, as if it was a sacred thing, known to the world for centuries. He knelt down in front of your bedside, took your cold hand in his and gave it a kiss that involuntarily made everything inside you instantly quiet, your fear, the trembling of your body, the accelerated heartbeat audible in your ears, and probably your common sense.

A month ago, when your carriage was attacked by his enemies, their goal was him - but fate would have it that he wasn't with you in that moment. Against all odds, despite your wounds, you managed to escape, the only survivor. Amidst the raging storm, you wandered breathlessly through the forest, with every moment your wounds were deepening, and your strength was fading. Surely at some point you had to fall, the doctors said that the wound on the back of your head was critical.

You felt the internal pain that he must have experienced, almost spilling over to you. Every word he spoke carried pain and indescribable sadness, as if what he was telling was not only a story but also a painful memory that would not give him peace.

You sat there, legs pulled up to your chest, heart beating at an accelerated pace. Although you tried to make a sound, the words died in your throat, and the huge lump that was stuck there prevented you from saying anything. Finally, unable to contain your emotions, tears began to flow, silently running down your cheeks. 

The moment he pulled you to him and locked you in a tight embrace you were unable to resist , or tell if his embrace was a gesture of a  savior or the bonds of an executioner. 

You closed your eyes and gave yourself into his hands

You wouldn't get an answer.

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A terrible coldness took over your body, you opened your eyes the moment an icy gust of wind touched your face. You groggily sat up, to your surprise the door to Silco's office was wide open, compared to the darkness of the bedroom, a faint glow of a dancing candle flame was emerging from that room. Your feet touched the cold floorboards, and the sound of your own breathing seemed exaggeratedly loud

And it was only when the door handle was within reach of your hand that you realized you were able to move without Silco's help. Your legs no longer seemed to disobey you, standing no longer made you nauseous, and the inevitable headache disappeared.

The office was shrouded in mist, and its humidity made you slowly squint. The candle flame seemed to shimmer more and more intensely in your eyes, its light reflecting aggressively on the dark walls. Could it be smoke and not mist? Surely such a small candle couldn't do that, a fire had to start somewhere. As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt it,

As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt it - the sharp smell of burning forcefully entered your lungs. Choking, ragged breaths spasmed from your throat. As you grabbed your neck, and tried to back away to the bedroom, only a blank wall stood where the door had been, as if it had never been there.

"Ṣ̷͇͓͚̓̍a̶̭͒v̷͉̹̦̊̋̿ẻ̷̳ ̵̪͔̭̓̿͑͝ư̸̖ͅs̸̻͚̯͐" a desperate cry echoed in your ears, your eyes wandering around the room in panic. But the blinding glow of the candle flames made everything around them merge into one, as if time and space had ceased to exist.

"I̷͗͐͜t̷̢͇̪͗͆͝'̸̘̟̕s̶͈̘͝ ̶̺̞͈͓͆̒̓͘h̷̜̥̙͚̄͐̏̕ì̷̟̙͇̭̐̑̕s̶̢͖̏ ̶͇͝f̵͓͋ą̸̘͔̤͐̍̌ú̵̹̕l̵̨͎̈́̒̓́t̴͉̬͒̍.̷̡̣̭́.̵̡̯̠̋̓.̸̩̭͍͎̈́͊́͐" screams, sobs, dying breaths, desperate attempts to catch even a moment of respite. In the background, that terrifying, constant sound of burning wood, as if the world was about to fall to pieces.

"Y̴̜̎̔͛͂o̴͔̎ṵ̷̾͆̊̈r̴̟̜͚͂͌͘ ̵̢̖͙̫́̄f̵̰̚a̷͈̽͋̀͝ủ̵͙͑̕l̷̹̳̻͖̈͝ţ̸̐͋"

[bella-goths-wife]

Arcane masterlist:

Sevika:

Kiss the barrel of my gun softly

Jinx:

Nothing yet…..

Vi:

Nothing yet…..

Silco:

Nothing yet….

Caitlyn:

Nothing yet….

Viktor:

Nothing yet…..

Mel:

Nothing yet…..

[ho-st]

yan silco x reader

as you're on your knees, slowly losing consciousness from the thick grey fog bullying it's way down your throat, silcos hand holds your chin between his fingertips. he lectures you, and though you can't hear what he's saying (the stinging in your eyes and fire in your throat takes precedence), you know it's something along the lines of "this is why you're not allowed to leave me" or "you're incapable of surviving on your own". blah blah blah. but you don't care, your hands wrap around the one he holds you up with and just before the world fades away you whisper with an unhealthy amount of coughs in between, "im sorry"

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warmth envelopes you, swirling around you like a whirlpool that very well may drag you to the bottom. soft light flickers in your vision as you wake, but none of that matters when you feel that dryness in your eyes and persistent burning in your throat and suddenly you remember how you got there.

you flick your eyes around your surroundings and catch silcos gaze. "you're awake i see." his hardened eyes linger on you and it makes you uncomfortable. " i forgive you." he says off handedly, eyes now fixed on numerous papers spread across his desk. "you've already apologized and i want nothing more from you."

the stiff couch in his office that you'd been resting on had hurt your back, leaving behind a dull ache. you opened you mouth and attempted to speak but all that came out was a croak. he took notice and replied "you won't be able to talk for quite a while dearest, that's what the grey does to you." you hum in response.

rising from the couch you walk slowly towards him. "it's stuff like that, that i protect you from." he says "i don't want you struggling with air pollution down in the fissures like the rest of the undercity," he pauses "i just-" and then he sighs, you're behind him by now, taking in his familiar scent. cigarettes and death. " i just want you safe." he says finally, his eyebrows are knitted together, and his lips slightly pursed as you move closer. you hum again.

making your way onto his lap, he makes room for you, arms widening to welcome you, legs close enough together to be a comfortable resting place. you settle in his lap, head resting on his chest as your legs dangle off to the side of his chair. he wraps his long arms around you, one of his hands resting atop your head. pulling you closer.

maybe he's checking on you, or maybe he's comforting himself, but you don't mind either way. you close your eyes and lean into his warmth, you think he does the same but you can't tell for sure. just before you slip into slumber you hear a small faint whisper, an old gruff voice muttering "you make me soft."

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#ilovedilfs

[lovesick-desires]

A CORRUPT COVENANT

YANDERE!SILCO X MAGE!READER — CHAPTER TWO

‎‎‎‎PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⇠ ✩ ⇢ NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)

ABSTRACT: After taking in the mage to perfect Shimmer for him, Silco starts to feel drawn to their mystical allure. Not in a good way. CONTENT WARNINGS: light yandere behavior, intimidation/coercion, swearing, drug use, utilization of witchcraft, manipulation, mentions of drug dealing, sensual touching(?) TAGS: gender neutral reader, no mentions of "y/n", no descriptors of reader/(y/n) , witchcraft in the fic uses actual witchcraft elements from real life with their real benefits (crystal chips, wax, herbs, etc...) not just the fantasy version of witchcraft, Silco gets flirty, semi-proofread, slowburn yandere (it will ramp up next chapter dw dw) (N)SFW?: SFW WORD COUNT: 3.2k+ SILCO’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, manipulative

Shadows danced across the rustic brick walls as you two ventured out of the boutique, making sure you actually lock the door this time as you exited. As you turned the key, your gaze flickered up to the sign that hung over the shop's entrance, still flipped to closed.

"Your shop is quaint, yet pleasant," Silco declared, adjusting the sanguine collar of his trenchcoat. You let a soft sigh escape your lips as you turn to face the man behind you.

"Where are we going anyways?" You queried, sliding your hands into your pockets. Your question derived a slight smirk across his scarred lips.

"You will see, mage. Now, come, I will lead you there." Silco explained, gesturing with his hand for you to follow, the smoldering tip of his cigar dancing in the moonlight from the movement of his lips.

The two of you ventured through The Lanes under the endless expanse of the velvety night sky, speckled with stars and constellations while the full moon hung in all her glory before us. The Eye of Zaun's form lingered ahead, basking in the gilded halos of the flickering street lamps. He walked with a swaggering confidence, yet he seemed to glance back every once in a while to make sure you were still following. Not like you could get far if you tried to make a break for it anyways: you knew he would find you again anyways. Silco has eyes everywhere, as if he was all-seeing.

Eventually, you two approached The Last Drop, Silco's main base of operations. You could hear the nightly chatter and drunken slurs from the townspeople wandering about. It was a wonder they weren't all passed out drunk at this hour. However, you could see eyes fall on you and Silco, making you subconsciously pull your hood closer to obscure more of your face. You felt your gaze drawn up to see the once friendly, circular sign from when Vander ran the establishment now surrounded by sickly green neon lights surrounding it, giving the illusion of an eye. Its once warm and welcoming steampunk charm was now diminished to a flickering neon husk, barely encapsulating onto its former grandeur amid the drug-induced decay of the Undercity. Its colossal size loomed over all denizens that crossed its path, the neon eye seemingly watching all.

You were jolted out of your concentration on the building as you felt Silco's bony yet firm hand grasp your wrist, slightly calloused from years of labor.

"Come now, no time to stand and stare." Silco derided, pulling you along to the large yet lopsided double doors of the bar. Two bouncers were posted at each side of the doors, their broad shoulders nearly eclipsing the doors entirely. Their suits stretched over their muscular, hulking frames, giving them an air of power and authority. Their faces were stern yet their eyes held a glint of recognition at the sight of their boss. They exchanged a knowing glance before moving synchronously, their hulking forms shifting to the sides of the doorway. The two simultaneously pushed the heavy doors open with impressive ease, the door croaking slightly at its hinges.

Silco began to lead you through the grand double doors, his hand still taut around your wrist. Your gaze flickered up to one of the bouncers, his thick brows knitted into a slight scowl as he met your gaze.

"Thanks..." You muttered out, trying to ease the palpable tension. To this, the bulky bouncer scoffed and rolled his eyes. Witnessing this, Silco halted in his tracks, his harsh glare zoning in on the bouncer.

"Watch it." The Eye of Zaun hissed, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing as they pierced the man twice his size. The bouncer froze, his muscles tensing as he gave a stiff, albeit reluctant nod. Silco scoffed at this before walking through the double doors, keeping you close behind with his grasp.

You joined Silco inside The Last Drop, gazing around at the changes since you were last here. What once was lit up by Vander’s warm, gilded lanterns now was illuminated by harsh neon lights and signs, casting an unwelcoming glow over the interior that had once felt like it was flourishing with a familial warmth. The stench of booze and other illicit substances assaulted the air, making you internally recoil. Undercity denizens were amuck, some sitting at the bar cracking salacious jokes while others burst out in laughter much too loudly. Others were in booths, gambling away their hole-ridden cogs and washers with shitty card games. Some were shooting up Shimmer in the corners, injecting the putrid yet vibrant substance into their veins for a quick buzz. All of the voices was topped off by the boisterous club music that in the background, nearly making the establishment too loud to even think in.

Silco tugged you along toward the back of the establishment, where a wooden door, weathered by time, stood before you. The Eye of Zaun took the cigar out of his mouth before smothering it in a near by ash tray, letting the smoldering tip die out into a gray whisper. Silco wrapped his long, bony fingers around the metal handle, pulling it open for you to step inside. With slight reluctance in your step, you entered the backroom, unsure of what awaited you inside. Silco followed close behind like a shadow, shutting the door to seal you both inside.

Before you stood a long corridor, lined with various doors. and other hallways. With his hand still wrapped around your wrist, Silco led you through the labyrinth of corridors and the occasional staircase, each turn morphing together in the dim, flickering light. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and old cigar smoke. The faint murmur of distant voices echoed through the walls from the bar, the muffled rave music still going on. Eventually, the noises faded as you two walked down to a door at the end of a corridor.

"We're here." Silco stated matter-of-factly, turning the doorknob before pushing the slab of wood forward, letting its hinges groaned with old age.

Before you was a cozy, circular room, its domed ceiling haphazardly reinforced with interlocking copper beams, aged with time and streaked with veins and patches of cyan patina. The warm glow of a tarnished gas lamp flickered against the cornsilk-colored walls, basking the room in its gilded, welcoming light. At the heart of the room was an umber circular rug with short spindles of yarn prodding upwards. Ivy had grown attached to the walls and infrastructure of the room, winding around the room all from the large, circular window that looked out upon the Undercity in its nightly glory, lit up by the neon signs and flickering lampposts. Opaque sage curtains were pinned to each side, pulled back to reveal the scenery. Nestled in the side was a curved hardwood desk perfectly aligned with the wall, most likely premade with this room in mind. A swivel chair stood before it, ready for the next intelligent mind to take a seat. Various curved bookshelves nestled against most of the wall space, lining the room with books on magic: tomes far beyond what you could ever possibly afford in your wildest dreams.

"Like it?" Silco questioned, approaching from behind you. His deep voice oddly harbored slight intrigue, as if he genuinely cared.

"Yes, it is very nice." You replied, your fingers tracing the bookshelf to find not a speck of dust. To this, a lopsided grin pulled at Silco's lips.

"Perfect, glad you agree." He crooned, walking towards the desk and pulling out one of its many drawers. "This desk will hold the surplus of what I believe you will need for this expedition while you are here." Silco added, gesturing to the open drawer. You peeked inside to find jars upon jars of crystal chips and dust alphabetically organized in perfect rows. Gently, you plucked one of the top jars to admire the amethyst crystal chips within, their purple pieces sparkling in the gas lamp's gilded glow. This was nothing like the crystals you harvested from when you snuck into the Undercity caves, this was top-tier quality for crystals, especially in a place like the Undercity.

"Where did you get these crystals?" You questioned, secretly hoping the answer was somewhat morally sound.

"Hm? Ah, the crystal chips. Well, you see, I talked to some crystal collectors from Piltover in order to get the highest quality. Only the best should be used in this experiment of ours." Silco explained, tilting his head slightly at you. You knew firsthand the value of Piltover's crystals, which meant the drawer before you held a small fortune.

"Wow..." You uttered subconsciously, admiring the crystal quality before nestling the bottle back into its previous slot. This elicited a soft, raspy chuckle from the drug lord beside you, shutting the drawer gently.

"I am glad you appreciate my efforts." Silco teased, his deep tone which fostered an odd intonation of satisfaction. "That draw contains your crystals, this one contains your herbs, this one contains your candles as well as your oils, and this one contains your jars and parchment. If you need anything else, please inform me." Silco explained, gesturing to each drawer in order. You nodded to yourself, committing the organization of equipment to memory. With most being so skeptical to witchcraft of your kind, it seemed like Silco did his research on your craft. You gently searched through each drawer, seeing the surplus of items provided, more than you most likely would ever need.

"This... This is plenty. Thank you, sir—"

"No need for formalities, darling. You may call me by my name." Silco interjected, staring at you expectantly. Feeling the palpable tension, you swallowed thickly as you looked up into his eyes.

"S-Sorry, Silco." You muttered, your gaze flickering away from him slightly. The Eye of Zaun's lips spread across his face in a crooked smile, pleased with your submission to his whims.

"Good, good." Silco rasped, his voice rumbling softly in his larynx. The druglord swaggered across the hardwood floors as he made his way towards the door.

"There is a guest room down the hall so you can stay here for efficiency, first door on the left. You can still man your shop during the hours of the day, but once you close, you can come here to work on our project." Silco explained, reaching for the doorknob. His lithe yet calloused hand stopped just short of the knob, his gaze shifting back to meet yours. "I will check on your progress and expect reports on your findings. There are vials of Shimmer in the cabinet in the back. If you need any assistance, inform me during our meetings." He added, waiting for your reply. To this, you subconsciously nodded, giving a hum of confirmation. The Eye of Zaun, nodded back before reluctantly taking his leave, seeming to linger for just a moment too long.

Various pieces of parchment were dappled around the laboratory, all adorned with written possibilities of how to perfect Shimmer. Candlelight illuminated the space as the aroma of peppermint wax filled your nostrils. Glass vials lined the cluttered desk, some still swirling with the iridescent, unstable mixture of your attempts to perfect Shimmer. The faint scratch of a pen echoed through the chamber as your tired fingers scrawled yet another hypothesis onto the aged parchment. Shadows wandered along the pale walls, flickering with each tremor of the dancing candlelight. The air was thick, not just with the scent of peppermint wax, but with the weight of the possibility of perfection. Every formula, every failed attempt, brought you one step closer to completion of the serum.

Your eyes that were aching with exhaustion glazed across the table, looking at the bushel of dried rosemary tied up with tan twine at the base. Rosemary: an herb of purification was the only item working so far. What else could be used for purification? Chamomile? White sage? Bay leaf? No, no, you tried those already. What about crystals? Selenite would be a good option— Wait, no, Selenite is toxic and cannot be consumed, especially in high qualities.

Possibilities played in your mind on repeat, swirling and ebbing in your brain as you opened the crystal draw besides you. Your gaze flickered around before reach for the clear quartz dust bottle as you think of its benefits: clarity, amplification, healing— It was possible what you needed. With your hand exasperated from writing so much, you grasped a vial of Shimmer that already had rosemary in it. Rosemary already had anti-inflammatory purposes, so that should decrease the growths and tumors that came in the sample before. If amplified by the properties of clear quartz, which also had purification and clarity qualities...

It could work.

With a shaky hand, you poured a small amount of clear quartz dust into the vial of altered Shimmer, watching the clear particles of crystal make ripples in the drug's surface. The hue of the elixir shifted to more of a pink hue than its previous vibrant purple, the first physical change you found in the week you've been pouring yourself on this.

"Found something?" The voice of the Eye of Zaun spoke up, his presence seemingly coming out of nowhere which caused you to physically jump in surprise. Your heart lurched as the vial nearly slipped from your delicate grasp, but you steadied it just in time, clutching it tightly in your overexerted fingers. You turned to face him, your pulse still hammering in your ears from the shock of his appearance.

Silco took a stride forward, the heels of his boots clicking softly against the hardwood. His eyes flickered between you and the vial in your hand, intrigue shadowing his sharp features. He did not need to repeat his question as his presence alone demanded an answer.

"I... believe so," you muttered, your voice shaking with slight doubt. "The properties of clear quartz, you see, they amplify. If my theory is correct, this could refine the Shimmer: make it more stable, maybe even lessen the growths people get as a side effect." You spoke, staring at the elixir as you watched the crystal particles dissipate into the mixture. Silco hummed at this before picking up a stack of the parchment beside you. With his thumb, he gently bent the stack at the bottom edge, letting it form into a curved shape. Sticking the stack under your chin, he turned your face to meet his gaze as he stared intensely down at you.

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me when you are speaking, darling. I don't like it when you mutter. It makes it harder to hear you." Silco rasped, leaning closer to you. Your breathing hitched as the drug lord got closer, your noses nearly touching. "Annunciate for me, will you?" He continued, using the stack of parchment to raise your chin slightly higher.

The tension between you two was palpable. You could feel the heat from Silco's breaths on your face, the scent of cigar smoke lingering from his lips. You swallowed thickly before nodding.

"Sorry, sir- Silco." You spoke softly, eliciting a smooth, deep chuckle from The Eye of Zaun.

"Good." Silco rasped before pulling away, gently swiping the pink Shimmer elixir from your hand with a surprisingly gently touch. "I will look into the possible results of this combination. I will keep in touch with these findings." Silco continued before pulling a drawstring pouch out of his pocket before dropping it on the desk, the contents inside clinking with the impact.

With mild reluctance, you nervously opened the leather pouch only to be greeted with an excess of holeless coins: a luxury in the Undercity. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked up at the drug lord standing besides you who smirked softly.

"I told you I would compensated for your time." Silco reminded, his tone alluring yet encapsulating an edge of something incomprehensible.

With hesitant fingers, you sifted through the coins, their smooth, untarnished surfaces gleaming even under the dim candlelight. This was more wealth than most denizens of the Undercity would see in an entire lifetime. Your heart pounded against your ribs, torn between gratitude and the gnawing unease settling in your gut.

"This is… more than I expected," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Silco hummed, his digits idly tapping again the hardwood desk. "Your talent is a priceless asset," he mused, his gaze locked onto yours with such an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "And I always pay what is owed to diligent workers such as yourself."

You swallowed thickly, unsure whether his words were a reassurance or something else. The weight of the pouch in your hands felt somewhat unwieldy now. It was no longer just coins but a silent contract, connecting you to the enhancement of Shimmer.

Nonetheless, you nodded as your fingers tightening around the leather.

"I appreciate it," you muttered, though the words felt strange on your tongue.

Silco's lips curled into a lopsided smirk, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. His hand landed on your shoulder, his grasp tender yet firm.

"Good. If this concoction works, expect more of our experiments to come." he drawled, stepping past you with a slow yet purposeful grace. "You are free to leave for now. I will reach out to you again after testing of this serum is complete. Expect my company soon, understand?" Silco questioned, his gaze linking to yours.

Due to his words, you nodded as you held back a lump of worry in your throat. What if the serum didn't work? What would happen to you? You swallowed your fears as you rose from your chair, grabbing your satchel from the floor. As you adjusted yourself, you stuffed the pouch in the satchel, burying it under your other belongings to hide it just in case.

As you turned to leave, Silco’s voice made you freeze in your tracks.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he rasped, taking a slow step closer to your form. The dim glow of the candles flickered against the sharp angles of his face. “Be discreet about our experiments.”

You nodded, gripping the strap of your satchel with a tight fist. It wasn’t as if you needed the warning. The possibility of word spreading that you were experimenting with Shimmer could bring unwanted attention and problems from the wrong people.

Silco appeared to be satisfied with your silence. His eyes lingered on your form for a moment longer before he turned, retrieving a cigar from his coat pocket and lighting it with a slow inhale. The smoldering tip glowed between his fingers as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. “I will be in touch.”

Without another word, you slipped out the doorway of the laboratory and quickly made your way out of The Last Drop, the air outside feeling more refreshing than before. The muffled cacophony of The Last Drop enveloped you again, though it soon became far away as your made your strides to your humble abode.

As you walked beneath the looming midnight sky where a third quarter moon hung high, your thoughts blurred with anxiety and uncertainty. The money, the experiment, Silco’s unnerving interest. It was all too much, too sudden. Yet, you knew there was no turning back now.

The cobblestone streets of Zaun stretched before you, illuminated by flickering neon and the soft halos of the streetlights.

Whether you liked it or not, Silco would be watching as he was The Eye of Zaun for a reason.

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Yandere Silco HCs

CW: Intimidation, kidnapping, manipulation, guilt tripping, gaslighting, and whatnot. Somewhat proof read :P

A/n: Soft yandere Silco?? He's desperate for human connection. Not much to say. Silco brain damage XD

Possessive, dominate, and manipulative

The smoothest manipulator you will ever encounter. He is brutal- Cruel with his ways of keeping you around his thin fingers. Just before you break, Silco knows exactly how to let you down easy with his iron grip.

"Aw, don't cry dear. You know I only do what is best for you. If you really think this is so bad, then go ahead and venture out into the lanes. Taint yourself in the thick air, polluted waters, the violence of whom i cannot control. I do think you rather not return to those conditions, no?"

Silco falls for you when you show your strengths and weaknesses. There's no facade or display when it comes to the thought of you. It's simply just the feeling your omit from your presence that softens his cold heart.

Would not dare to court you directly. Especially if you're from Zuan. He would show you his affections through messing with the stresses of your life. Money running thin? Oh why don't you look at that? An "old friend" sent you some cash. Job sucks? A business scout invites you to work at a larger company while you're doing errands.

If you're from Piltover, then he will try his best to fuck your life over. You seem to be pretty well off, so there isn't much fixing to do from afar. You will be stalked by his best, followed late at night, subtly threatened by a few strangers on the street, the ones close to you will leave and not say why, and so much more. Though, they will never be enough for you to take real legal action. Silco will chip away at you bit by bit, so when he finally has his grasp on you, it will be more of him "saving you" rather than kidnapping you.

Sometimes he visits your home and rummages through your stuff personally. Looks through photo albums, digital devices, inventory of food and whatnot, and clothing articles. His favorite thing to do is to lay in your bed- hug your messy blankets and lay in your scent. It's a drastic difference from his smoking habits. Cigars are so expensive, but intruding your home and melting in your presence is free.

Breaths in and out like he's on a machine. Like if he DOES NOT repeat the cycle of oxygen and carbon dioxide, he will fucking perish. Silco has been so deattached from love and physical touch, that this is his best replacement.

Would never admit doing this. He makes sure Sevika is guarding the front door at all times. One, to make sure you dont come home unexpectedly, and two, so that she doesn't know more than she needs to.

Bonus points if you can sway Jinx. Whether it be you talked her down during one of her fantastical massacres, or you happen to simply run into the time bomb of a girl- If she likes you, you're officially on his roster forever. No take backs.

When he takes you, it's slow and thorough. Most likely when you're peacefully asleep and somewhat unaware- a syringe is injected and you're relocated.

Silco keeps you in a select few locations in Zaun. Despite his access to luxury, he wants to remind you of what situation you're in. He will take care of you, but he will not coddle you.

Silco is an older man, so puppy love isn't much of a thing for him. By the way he creeps around your shit, you'd think he gets flustered just by the mention of your name, but no. He screams on the inside but is easily composed on the outside. Years of the undercity does that to a person you know?

But when he's angry? Oh when he's upset, he's goes off the rails. Usually, the origin of Silco's rages can be traced back to either your disrespect, or his thinning patience. He gets a bit physical and guilt trips the hell out of you. Grabs your face and pushes you down; Making you focus on how badly you fucked up.

"Do you think I enjoy you screaming at me? Through all those difficult times, I've been the one to have your back. From rent to keeping those who wanted nothing but to take advantage of you away- I've only cared for you. If it were up to them, they would've sold you out for just a vile of Shimmer! But me? No, no I would never would give you up for anything. Because I love you. I adore you Y/n. I do this not for my own gain, but because you deserve to be happy. Don't be fooled love..."

He would rather keep you away from his work. He wants to fall into your arms after a long day in the office and or running around trying to find Jinx. Silco doesn't need you to question his authority as future ruler of Zaun. He already deals with that from ungrateful underlings. He doesn't need that from you either.

Definition of touchy. Has a bad habit of invading your personal space out of nowhere and demanding your time of day. His favorite act of affection is holding and taking you in as you two stand. It's mighty awkward, but Silco thinks it's nice. Cuddling makes him feel too vulnerable and kind of childish, so this gives him somewhat of a limit.

Kiss him on the disfigured side of his face and he'll get sentimental. He won't cry much- maybe let a tear run down when you're not looking. He cherishes you so much despite his actions sometimes saying otherwise.

Silco doesn't feel ugly or extremely insecure because of the disfigurement. Rather he feels changed because of it. As he said, "I let a weak man die that day." Through years of living under the grime and corruption of Zaun, he's come to accept things as they are.

He does not give two shits what you do. As long as you don't die, run away, or mess with his plans, go at it. Obviously there is a limit to things, (Such as no explosives or Jinx-like foolery) but everything you used to do in your normal life is available. Other than being an independent person that is.

Silco doesn't stress too much if you run away. As long as you're in Zaun or Piltover, you will never really leave his grasp.

Being on the run in Zaun is some shoulder deep shit. He has eyes everywhere, so getting an update of your recapture isn't much but of an hour behind schedule.

If you somehow get to Piltover, he'll push everything and everyone out of the way to recapture you. Marcus better hope you're taken back soon. If not, Silco will have near impossible demands for him to carry out. Fuck the council, and fuck the citizens of Piltover. Silco cannot rest until you're dragged back down into the murky waters of Zaun and be drowned for your crimes against his heart.

But if you really aren't giving into things over a certain period of time, Silco will be forced to dispose of you. It's not you, it's him. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you, but the combination of his feelings and your blatant displeasure is just too much. He cannot falter- He will not wither because of something he foolishly called "love". So when he decides to get rid of you, he will come and do it personally. Cut off a weak part of him just as he did before.

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⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ ⸺ Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead.

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⸺   chapter two.

⸺   chapter three.

⸺   chapter four.

⸺   chapter five.

⸺   chapter six.

⸺   chapter seven.

⸺   chapter eight.

⸺   chapter nine, ending one.

⸺   chapter ten, ending two.

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Jinx x reader where reader is like a soft yeandrea for jinx like she is so kind but as soon as someone tries anything with jinx she gets really really jealous

mine and only mine (jinx x reader)

words: 518

genre(s): fluff

warnings: kind of yandere!reader :]

n/a: thank you so much for your request! loved writing this imagine~ little reminder that english isnt my first language, im sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes <3 hope u enjoy!

It wasn't a long time that you had been dating Jinx. After a chance meeting in Zaun after many years of not seeing each other, she showed up several times at your house in that spontaneous way of hers. Somehow the feelings started to appear and you ended up formalizing the relationship.

She started to introduce you to her circle. You were surprised that she was a sort of gem protected by Silco, but being accepted among them you didn't even decide to doubt their loyalty to each other, and without realizing it, you were one of them now. At this point Jinx was not what you remembered, in fact, it was still difficult to call her by her new name, but you loved her more than she can’t even imagine.

You discovered that despite being “well” surrounded, Jinx was still a loner, and rarely spoke to you about anyone other than Silco or the voices of Mylo or Claggor that she supposedly listened to. 

She always kept you in mind when designing new gadgets or in meetings with Silco and his people. 

At one such meeting, you were all in Silco's office. Your arm was around Jinx's tiny waist while her arm was around your shoulder. You were lost in what Silco was saying when your eyes fell on one of his new henchmen. The boy's gaze was scanning up and down your girlfriend, not even dissimulating. You frowned and felt anger and jealousy begin to rise in your body. 

You were aware that your girlfriend would never be able to go out or do anything against you with a man like that, totally disgusting, but still you couldn't help but feel jealous of how his nasty look was watching your girlfriend. You decided to control yourself until Silco asked you all to leave the room except for Sevika. 

Still holding on to Jinx, you went out after the boy. You grabbed his arm and harshly pulled him towards you. “You look at my girlfriend like that again and I promise you that in less than two seconds I will have scooped out your eyes with a spoon and served them to you on a plate as if they were meatballs. Is that clear?” you threatened loud enough for both the boy and your girlfriend to hear. You watched as he swallowed and nodded nervously as his pace quickened and he was out of your sight.

“Babe, what was that?” you heard Jinx laugh out loud. “We seem to have the same level of craziness.” 

“I don't like the way he was looking at you. I would have ripped his head off if he had said anything to you” you growled as you both walked to Jinx's shelter.

“I'm never going to leave you, you know that, don't you?” she said as she let out a chuckle, looking straight at you and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“I know, but you are mine and only mine. Anyone who looks at you the way that boy did is going to end up getting shot in the head.” 

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Happier Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or the music I linked in the title.

I had an idea about an angst yandere scenario.

Synopsis: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to make a better timeline, but some characters can't help but feel like they know her.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader who didn't see S2 of Arcane dies and reincarnates into Arcane. Gets taken in by Vander along and becomes a part of the family (younger than Vi but older than Powder) and tries to prevent the future tragedy but fails. No matter how hard they try to change the plot, bother before and after Vander dies, it seems to stay on course. She gets adopted by Silco with Powder, but she can't save Powder from becoming Jinx, can't stop Jinx from losing more of herself, can't convince Silco that there's a better way, can't free Vi from prison, can't stop or change anything no matter how hard they try. At the end of it all it was too much for Reader so they move far away trying and failing to live one without remembering her failures. Later finds out that they feel a connection to the arcane and gets glimpses of a timeline where she didn't exist, but Hextech didn't exist and Piltover and Zuan were united. Risks everything to turn back the clock and fix everything but stays away from her family. Not wanting to risk it. However, her old family can't help but feel like they know her.

If you're interested, have any ideas, advice or an opinion on whether or not there should be romance let me know. I just really had to let out an idea.

Reader Pov

'I did it..... I.. I'm back.'

I thought as I look around at Zuan. It was dirty, messy, smoke and some fires, but it was my home. My shitty dump of a home that I grew to love. When loyalty still meant something.

Just like before all those years ago, I find myself wandering the streets as young girl again.

*step* *step* *step*

I hear a heavy set of steps just like before, but this time I panic. I whisper to myself before quickly rushing to an alley to hide behind some debris. I wait and listen before slowly making my way to the corner to peak around.

What I see makes me want to cry as my heart pound in my chest. Feeling like it would burst out any second. I see a young girl with pink hair holding an older man's hand, a blue head of hair leaning on the shoulder of the man and an all too familiar stature of someone I haven't seen in forever.

"....Dad"

For a moment I consider stepping out and I really want to, but then I remember.

Explosions...Fire...Ringing...Milo...Claggor...Vander......Dead

stop

Silco...Sevika...Ekko...Powder...Shimmer......Jinx

Stop

Vi...Prison...Hextech...Chemtech...Caitlyn...Rocket...Piltover...Zuan...Death......War

STOP

I freeze in place, needing to give absolutely everything I have to stop myself from running to them, stop myself from hugging my sister again and stop myself from hugging dad again and feeling safe.

'I can't. This time it needs to be different. I can't risk it.'

So I stop. I don't allow myself what I want the most. No matter how hard my heart beats. I restrain it all, except one.

I cry. I cry both tears of happiness and sadness.

Happy because my plan worked, because my dad is alive again, because Vi and Jin- no..... Powder (god does it feel good to call her that again) together again, and because it means I can fix it all.

Sad because I can't go to them, because I want them to be happy and because I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't remember.

That dream and those visions. Those damn glimpses into another time where everyone was alive and happy. Alive and happy. Without me. No me, myself and I. Which makes sense honestly, so I don't know why I'm crying. I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

I let tears rapidly flow down as I stare for just a few seconds more taking it all in. Just to make sure this is real and I'm not imagining it all.

I finally will myself to pull away from the corner but knock into a bottle laid on the ground by accident.

"Who's there!?"

I hear dad call out, so I quickly hug the wall and stay quiet. Afraid to make noise by trying to run away.

'It's me, dad. It's Y/n.'

I do all I can to keep myself from coming out and crying from hearing him again, but I manage to hold out long enough to hear them continue on their way. I take one last look before turning into the alley.

'I'll fix it all. Don't worry about a thing. I'll get you and everyone else's happy ending.'

Vander Pov

'It wasn't supposed to be like this. Connole, Felecia...... I'm so sorry. I promise I-'

I suddenly hear the sound of steps and a bottle clattering. I quickly turn around, pulling Violet and Powder close, and scan the area I heard it coming from.

"Who's there!?", I call out but receive no reply. I consider going to check, but reconsider when I feel Violet and Powder hold onto me tighter.

'I need to keep them safe.'

I wait a few more seconds before turning back with the kids.

"C'mon, let's get you two somewhere safe."

I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling about something. I couldn't describe it. Doesn't matter right now; what matters is the girls.

Chapter 2

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i would absolutely adore it if you wrote something with yan!silco punishing his darling and soothing them after !!

teehee i had too much fun with this…sadistic silco for the win >:) tysm for requesting ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Yandere!Silco x Reader

tw: physical abuse, manipulative behaviour, kidnapping, mentions of throwing up

“Oh, Y/N. What happened to all our great progress, hm?”

Silco circles you like a hawk, cedar-spiced cigar held loosely in one hand, the plume smoke overwhelming his office. You feel dizzy, nauseous, petrified - yet all you want to do is collapse into his wiry arms and ask, no beg, for his forgiveness.

It had been what, two hours? Two gruelling hours since Silco had forced you to kneel in a bed of rice grains as punishment for trying to escape him.

The sensation of freedom when you managed to briefly pry yourself from his iron grip electrified your soul. You wandered the lanes for two hours, cautious definitely but teeming with newfound enthusiasm; the sounds of the city were louder, colours more vibrant and the rain seemed to wash away the pain you learned to carry along with you everywhere.

But here you are, trapped with Silco once more, kneeling in rice that cuts up your knees into something bloody and raw. Any longer and you’re afraid you might throw up on his expensive rug which wouldn’t end well for you.

Your body starts to waver and his mismatched eyes narrow in displeasure. He crouches down on his haunches next to where you threaten to topple over and takes a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling in your face and pressing the lit end onto your shoulder. You hiss sharply. You can hear fucking sizzling as the smell of burnt flesh mixes with his heedy smoke and you can’t stop yourself as you dry-heave from the overstimulation.

Salty tears run down your face, further adding to the mess of snot and saliva covering your face. You look up at the tall man, wondering how he can just watch as you suffer and not feel a thing. You want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him - pull him out of whatever insane mindset he’s in that makes him think any of this is remotely normal.

Instead, you watch as Silco flicks open his pocket watch and lazily checks the time before sighing and pocketing it again. He whips out his handkerchief and roughly wipes at the mess on your face as if you’re a nuisance.

He stands back up to his full height and drags you up from where you’re kneeling to carry you to the couch, knowing you’re too weak to stand on your own. You hope and pray that he might leave to let you reflect on your actions but he stays put right next to you on the seat. Your stomach drops.

You tremble under his watchful gaze, his cold eye disturbing you. He turns his sight to your shaky legs and it’s almost as if his entire body deflates at the sight of you looking so pitiful and worn down.

His hands travel down your thighs and stop at your kneecaps where his eyes are trained. His fingers slowly inch towards the inflammed flesh and strokes ever so gently but even his light touch makes you wince and groan in agony at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine.

“I-I’m sorry, Silco! I’ll never hurt you like this again I swear! Please don’t!” You whimper pathetically, eyes downcast as you form a makeshift shield, wrapping your arms around your torso to protect yourself from his temper.

“Oh, sweet Y/N,” he murmurs, nose buried in your hair as he raises a hand to pet the back of your head, cradling you right at the junction where your head and neck meets, “I simply demonstrated the consequences of your stupid actions, if you didn’t step out of line then I wouldn’t have been forced to teach you better, you understand?” His molasses voice flusters you despite the taunting vitriol that lurks behind his words.

You nod shakily, throwing your arms around his neck and sob into his chest as he rocks you back and forth. He hums to you with masterfully faked sympathy, you’re both aware it is, but all you care to do in this fragile moment is chase his comforting body.

“There, there. You did so well for me, I trust you learnt your lesson?”

You stay quiet, sniffling and gripping onto the lapels of his maroon suit jacket for as long as hello allow it.

Eventually, Silco lays you back down among the pillows and flashes you a warm smile that isn’t appropriate considering the circumstances. He then ducks his head down to your legs and, before you can understand what he plans to do, his chapped lips are kissing at your bloody knees, tongue darting out to press little kitten licks at the grazes he made.

He goes on like this for what seems like an eternity, just lapping up your wounds in stilted silence until he’s satisfied they’re clean. He goes to rummage through his drawers and comes back with a roll of bandages he carefully wraps around both knees. Even though he’s just put them on, dark red stains are already seeping through the white cotton, a bleak reminder to never disobey Silco like this again because in the end, he will always win.

“Would you like me to kiss it better?” His husky voice calls out to you but you already know this isn’t the kind of question you have the luxury of answering truthfully, so you choose to give him the answer he wants.

“Yes please, Silco.”

You feel his lips smile against your skin when he ducks back down to kiss your tender knees.

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✧. . . NO DAWN TOMORROW ─── Arcane

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「 you're far away from here

but you're alived in so many places 」

☆ . . . The days pass like blank pages, and my heart, weary, has stopped searching for reasons to keep beating. If I ever loved or was loved in past lives, those memories have lost their warmth. What once were feelings are now only pain.

Their icy blue eyes looked at me with sorrow as my body crumbled in their hands. I caressed their cheeks, so beautiful, painted with pure scarlet that mingled with crystalline, salty tears, burning my pale, cracked face, scarred by my greatest mistake.

I cried and suffered in their arms while everyone watched.

There was no reason, no justification for what they did, beyond greed. The fear faded from their eyes, but betrayal lingered in mine.

I could hate them, of course I could. But deep down, I only wish to see them again someday, to meet them once more, perhaps under different circumstances... Maybe when we are all children again.

Even though I know we are different, I swore to protect them.

You may kill me over and over, as many times as you wish. But a king is always there to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

No matter how much they hurt me, no matter how much they break me, my heart keeps finding a way to love them, because the pain has never been stronger than what I feel for them.

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Yandere! Arcane x Reincarnated! Reader

I want to include this text in future fanfics, but I feel that both this and other projects need a separate introduction before I publish them. I want them to have the proper context and truly reflect what I want to convey. I’m not sure if I was under some kind of intense inspiration when I wrote this (or maybe my blood sugar just dropped!), but I’m so eager to start giving it shape. Plus, I finally created an account on Ao3 (at last!), which makes me even more excited to share these stories with you all. I know it’ll be a challenge, but I’m ready to let these ideas come to life. I hope you enjoy them as much as I’m excited to write them

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[vyunyaa]

Hopelessness 

Warning: alcohol, pills, utter despair, allusion to a deceased lover (you), allusion to death. 

English is not my native language, there are mistakes.

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Sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by empty bottles of cheap alcohol and packages of antidepressants, various sedatives, even pills for headaches, he feels nausea, a lump in his throat that prevents him from breathing; his head hurts as if it is squeezed by a press from two sides. 

Having swallowed the last slide of this hellish porridge of pills, washed down with a sip of whiskey, he throws the empty box into this mountain of garbage and waits, waits for this dull pain, like a faithful dog.

This pain is a sign that you are about to appear and please him with your presence. 

Your silhouette shimmers in front of him like a mist. Oh, you have no idea how long he's been waiting for you... With his eyes half-closed, he holds out his hand to you like a newly born child. He knows that when you reach out to him in return, you will pull him out of this pool.

And you reach out your hand, barely touching it with your fingertips. 

—You should stop doing that.—You're whispering like an angel.His guardian angel.

—You don't understand.—A wave of headache rolls over him, causing him to moan faintly.

—It's the only way to see you.

With his eyes closed, he falls into your invisible arms.

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Manila!Mikey, Blade, yandere!Leon Kennedy, yandere! Izana, Kokonoi Hajime, yandere!Todoroki Shoto, Aventurine, Sal Fisher, Silco, your favorites

[bella-goths-wife]

[milkbean69]

My thoughts on the Yandere Arcane Au

Tw: sorry y'all not good at writing yandere, yandere content

Okay before we get started we need to talk about what this universe of the undersity looks like pre- time skip. Honestly I think that this univers had a lot more progression in term of revolution and a lot less shimmer. Also considering the fact that Vander and Silco were able make up after Vi's death makes me think there was a lot less bloodshed between the two over the years. I mean of course silco when and found the note vander left but the fact that the crew is all laughing and partying together means there has to be new layers of loyalty amongst the crew caused by Vi's death.

Yandere's Vander and Silco:

OH GOD!!!! These two I swear, I honestly feel like in terms of protectiveness Vander would actually be worse. I mean he watched Vi die in the attack so you have that. He would not want to lose another.

If Vander was a platonic yandere, yeah no, your never leaving the Last Drop without him ever again. The trama he has from Vi is crazy. But if it was a romantic situation, he would be a little more lenient.

Now for platonic yandere Silco. I feel like a lot of protectiveness would come from a place of guilt and attonment. I mean his actions killed Vi during the pre-timeskip in this universe and he is probably still feel's guilty for that despite the fact that he has been forgiven.

So I feel like bring a young obsession or kid into the mix, would make him feel like he needs to make amends for what he did. Not only to prove to himself but for the others aswell that no other will die under his care.

Now them as a pair, would go crazy platonic or not. We need to remember something the two are brothers and the the pillars of the undercity. So the levels of communication and partnership are already there. There abilities to unite people would probably be where a lot of the Yanderness of the crew starts to fester. Always having someone with you, eyes and ears all over Zaun, and generally not being fucked with or else you'll have two of the powerhouse's of Zaun on you doorstep.

If this was romantic, they would share, God damn it. I don't know what it is but they would share, I just know it. You would be the king/queen of the Zaun in Silco's eyes, Vander hates it because he feels like if bring to much attention to you. Your always with on or the other. Silco defininatly spoils you, I mean you know he would.

Here me out, I feel like they both also have some fears from what happened to Felicia, so that definitly are supper on edge all the time because of that. One of both of them had to have liked her romantically, I was felling the vibes during the flashback.

Okay but I feel like they would be worse than the adults, in terms of platonic yandere's. Like we saw Vi's death really fucked them up. You would 100% be the Vi replacement. Expecally if you were older than them.

With Powder , it would be the worst. She wouldn't be violent, but more manipulative in certain ways., 100% a guilt tripper. Then would rope the other into it as well. Saying things to you about how you remind them so much of Vi, and there protection is just so you don't end up like her, so you should never leave them.

You probably wouldn't go on jobs, mostly saying in the last drop with Vander and Benzo. Maybe they let you go into Piltover, but you are always with someone. But never in the more dangerous parts of Zaun that have yet to be changed, and you still got to worry about the grey. the wouldn't want ther baby breathing in all that polluted air.

With a younger obsession, your never leaving there sights again. Even if you were a year younger than them, your getting little siblinged so hard. They have so much more experience now and realize all of the thing they did as kids was dumb and dangerous. They probably teach you how to fight just in case they are not there. But that is unlikely considering how mother hen they all are. If you ever when parkouring like they used to in piltover you would get an earful.

Powder and Ekko would make you little trinkets and gadgets. They'd make things to lure you in and bribe you. Or to love bomb you when you complain they are being to overprotective.

They would be so affectionate. Powder and Claggor the most, we all saw that scene with Claggor and Milo during the dance. Honestly I feel like Milo would be affectionate in the annoying older brother way, like ruffeling you hair and picking you. Ekko would be affectionate when you inationating it.

In tems of duos we would have Claggor with Milo and Powder with Ekko. Milo is the one to tease you alot, but he means well. He probably thinks he's the funnies guy on the planet, when in reality it's probably Claggor. Milo seems like the more aggressive on in terms of yandere's. He is the jokester character but see seems more scared that something might happen to you. That make him more aggressive and paranoid. While Claggor is more level headed and perceptive, but don't be mistaken, he has build and is the stronger of the two

Between Powder and Ekko, Powder is the one you need to worry about. She lost her older sister, Powder was the youngest of the group, so in her mind she is kind of filling Vi's role as older siblng, and must protect you like Vi did her. Should someone try to hurt there darling, Powder is the impulsive one but Ekko is the deadlier one between the two. Ekko is calm and more laid back, but he seems like he has the patience to go in for the kill on the first strike. Silent but deadly.

Now with romance, there all into you, sorry not sorry. I actually don't think they would have the company to share a darling. Powder and Ekko, maybe? But Claggor and Milo, definitly not. Milo would be that last to realize that everyone is pinning after the same darling, there all pretty perceptive so it wouldn't take them long to figure it out amongst eachother.

You would never have any partners, they would scare them all away. Powder would be the dustrusstful one spreading seed of dought anytime someone would flirt with you, saying there not good enought for you. Ekko and Claggor would be the intimidating ones, Ekko has the deadly glare while Claggor has the build to scare off any potital suitors. Milo is one of two, he is the one who likes to claim you already taken, usually with him saying he's you boyfriend, or the physical aggression type. He will get kind of pissy wanting your attention kind of annoying the person flirting with you. Then maybe ruffing the person's up after they leave your earshot so you don't see.

They would all try to one up each other in there own ways Claggor is the more laid-back type and lenient of yandere, so he would milk you needing to escape from the other craziness. Powder is clingy type and needs to be near you always. Ekko seems like the silent type, always lurking in the shadows, the man always has his eyes on you and knows where you are. Milo seems like the possessive and aggressive. Not aggressive in the, I'm going to hurt you type of way but someone else for looking at you the wrong type of way.

No matter who you end up with its going to be messy, I'm sure of it.

[mybelovedfleur]

,,𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶" 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼

(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, violence, mention of death, violence, dark yandere, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c I DO NOT support any of these behaviors!

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Silco leaned over you, concern in his eyes, as if the slightest sign of your pain hurt him just as much. He carefully adjusted the pillow so that you could comfortably rest your injured head on it.

"Do you feel worse? Should I get a doctor?" he whispered with tension in his voice, the trembling note betraying how much he cared about your health.

You haven't shown the slightest interest in leaving your bed all morning - a completely different behavior from your determination yesterday.

No wonder Silco noticed it right away. Seeing that you didn't even try to get up to eat breakfast, he became clearly worried. From that moment on, he constantly circled you like a tireless bee, trying to help you in every way possible. Instead of comforting you, his excessive concern began to irritate you - it was the first time he seemed so burdensome. You were overwhelmed by the dark memories of the nightmare that still weighed on your mind, and Silco didn't give you a moment's respite to simply delve into your own thoughts.

,,I feel like I always do, I just don't have the strength. It's nothing serious" you said, finally trying to calm him down. But Silco didn't look convinced. His gaze wandered over your body, as if stubbornly searching for something that could betray you

,,I have an important meeting today... " he whispered under his breath, clearly to himself, but you heard it clearly. You didn't have time to say anything, because his gaze fell roght back on your face.

,, It doesn't matter" he said in a confident tone, his voice firm" I'll stay with you"

If you had more strength, and the wound on the back of your head wasn't throbbing with irritating pain, you would have surely jumped up.

"No, please..." you said pleadingly, staring at him. "I don't want to be a burden again. You hardly leave my side anyway"

Silco froze for a moment, as if your words had hurt him more than he would like to admit. When he finally spoke, his tone was unexpectedly serious.

"Don't ever say that again" he said firmly.

You sighed, feeling the weight of guilt gripping your heart."I just don't want to stop you," you began quietly, struggling to gather your thoughts. 

"I want to prove to both of us that I can handle myself, even in times like these. If you go to this meeting... I'll be truly happy"

Silco stood up and began to pace nervously around the room, you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. His hand involuntarily went to the scarred side of his face, which he rubbed as if trying to quell the growing frustration. You waited tensely, holding your breath, wondering if your words had angered him.

"The servants are well trained" he finally said, his voice full of reluctance, as if each word was difficult for him. "They know what to do. Don't hesitate to send for me if something happens, or if you simply need me."

His gaze finally met yours.

"I'll drop everything and come to you" he added with such intensity that you had no doubts about the sincerity of his words.

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It wasn't like you hadn't noticed the estate workers before – they were there, but rather like shadows moving in the background, silently carrying out your husband's orders. They were the ones who helped you with more intimate activities, such as changing or washing. Although it made things easier for you, you quickly noticed that Silco approached this matter with clear reluctance.

When you first asked for a new nightgown and the opportunity to wash up, he fulfilled your wish almost immediately. However, his reaction to this request exceeded your expectations - before you knew it, he was already filling the bathtub with water, sitting you on the stool next to it. When with unwavering determination he wanted to help you take off your clothes, you felt your face immediately turn red like a beetroot.

Embarrassed, you calmly asked him to let you do it yourself. His expression was hard to read - as if he was fighting with his thoughts. From that moment on, he waited for you outside the bathroom door, visibly anxious and even outraged whenever one of the servants helped you with something that he felt should have been his role.

 Now, you had a real chance to make contact with them, maybe even have a short conversation. Up until now, everything you knew about your life had come from Silco's mouth. His stories, while very romantic, were undoubtedly tinged with his feelings, perhaps even idealized – which was no surprise, considering the way he was devoted to his role as your loving husband.

The prospect of hearing something about yourself from an outsider, someone who wasn't emotionally attached to you, seemed almost exciting. It could be a chance to look at your life from a different perspective – and perhaps discover something new about yourself.

You were being looked after by three women: two middle-aged and one clearly younger. They were all dressed in impeccably ironed black uniforms that emphasized their professionalism. They moved around you with mechanical precision – their movements were so perfect and synchronized that they almost resembled some sort of machines. Silco wasn't exaggerating when he said that they were highly trained.

 Your ambitious plans to start a conversation didn't go so well at first. You were too nervous, and their distant attitude only increased your embarrassment.

It was only when the younger girl was left alone in the room to change the sheets on the bed that you felt it was the right moment to speak up. So you broke through, saying the first words

"What's your name?" you asked, trying to make your voice sound natural, although you yourself felt slightly embarrassed. The girl, noticeably surprised, stopped for a moment, as if wondering what she should do, whether to answer you at all.

 A moment of silence passed, which seemed to last forever, before finally, with a nervousness in her voice, she answered

"Erin, my lady"  she somehow radiated a warmth that immediately worked in your favor, and you felt your self-confidence begin to grow.

"Erin" you repeated. 

You noticed how the girl visibly relaxed, and a delicate, almost shy smile appeared on her face.

"Tell me, how long have you been working here?" she put down the pillow she was working on and finally turned her full attention to you.

"Only a month, Ma'am" she replied. As soon as you heard her words, you sighed with resignation.

"The entire staff has been here for a month" she added quickly. At these words, you looked up, and your eyes narrowed in a sign of dissatisfaction and suspicion.

"How so?"

The girl, now clearly regretting speaking, began nervously adjusting her uniform.

"The Duke replaced the entire staff after your accident," she explained quickly, as if these words were supposed to calm the situation, although they had the opposite effect.

You wanted to ask for details, for reasons, for what exactly had happened, but before you could say anything, the door flew open. One of the older women entered the room with a silver tray full of medicines.

The older woman gave the girl a reprimanding look that was telling enough for the young maid to immediately return to her work, lowering her gaze like a guilty child.

When the servants finished their duties, both women bowed low and asked if you needed anything else. You forced yourself to briefly deny it, even though your thoughts were screaming to stop them and force out more information. A moment later, the door closed behind them, leaving you alone in the room, again.

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By the end of the day, your strength had returned, at least enough to get out of bed and sit on the edge. You still felt a slight weakness in your legs, but the knowledge that at least you had managed to overcome your constant fatigue was comforting. On the nightstand stood a silver tray of medicines – the same tablets whose bitter taste made you nauseous, and whose effects locked you in a numbing fog. You looked at them with reluctance, the dark purple – almost black liquid standing in the cup almost made you nauseous by its very sight. A decision was made in your head – not now. You would use this moment, when your body finally did not betray you, and Silco did not hover nearby like a guard watching over a prisoner.

Without the constant feeling of sleepiness, you finally felt like your thoughts were your own—clear, clear, unencumbered by the fog of medication. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could look at your situation clearly. For days, weeks, maybe even longer, you felt like Silco had not only taken control of your life, but also of what you thought and felt. His words, his presence, even his care—all seemed to shape your reality.

But now, as that grip eased, the truth began to weigh on you, something here was wrong. The situation you found yourself in was far from normal, no matter how beautifully Silco tried to present it. There were too many of his versions of events in this story, his sweet promises, his comfortable half-truths. And the answers you were desperately searching for? There were none. There were only gaps, silence, and then his narrative again. You could see it clearly now—and it was that clarity of mind that made the weight of it all seem unbearable.

You knew that if you wanted to regain even a shred of sanity, you had to get out of this room—this claustrophobic prison where everything seemed to reek of control. You wanted to feel the fresh air, to touch the earth in the garden that had only existed for you as a view through closed, unyielding windows.

But you couldn't. Your body was betraying you, just as it had been betraying you all these days. You knew that if you tried, your legs would give out and you would eventually collapse to the floor—helpless, weak, unable to even get up. The arms that should have held you up would fail. Your imagination showed you the image of Silco entering the room, of you lying there—motionless, completely defenseless, yet more proof that you should have listened to his commands.

The thought squeezed you from the inside, and the frustration you had tried to suppress surged like a wave. You felt the stinging tears welling up in your eyes, the helplessness choking you in your throat. You yearned for freedom so much, but you were a prisoner of your own body.

As if all that wasn't enough, you still felt the weight of your nightmare from today, never leaving you. It lingered in the back of your mind like a persistent shadow, blurry but still clear enough to send shivers down your spine. There was something disturbingly familiar about the nightmare, something that wouldn't leave you alone.

Raised voices could be heard from behind the door leading to Silco's office. They were muffled, but their tone indicated that this was no ordinary conversation - it was an argument. You easily recognized one of the voices as Silco's. The other voice, however, was unfamiliar to you, although unlike your husband, he didn't care about the volume of his tone, probably not knowing that someone on the other side could hear them, the words were still too distorted for you to understand anything.

Your eyes automatically went to the tray of medicines, and then to the door leading to the office. Common sense told you to stay in bed, but something else - curiosity, anxiety, maybe even instinct - told you to act. Pushing aside all logical thoughts, you slowly shifted on the bed, trying to get closer to the source of the sound. However, despite your efforts, the voices were still indistinct, and frustration grew inside you.In a burst of courage—or perhaps mad stupidity—you decided to do something more. 

You grabbed the bed frame, bracing your shaking hands on it, and struggled to your feet. The wall was your only support as you took your first step toward the door.

When you reached your destination, your heart started beating faster, but this time not from the effort, but from relief. You made it – for the first time, you had crossed the entire room without anyone's help. But that feeling of pride only lasted a moment, because suddenly you heard the slam of the office door and quick footsteps, clearly heading your way. Your heart froze in your chest. You didn't have time to back up or think about what to do. 

The door opened abruptly, almost hitting you in the face. You were leaning against the door frame and the handle to keep your balance, but the sudden movement took away all of your support. The world around you blurred, and you felt yourself starting to fall. Before you could touch the floor, you felt strong hands grab you at the last moment. 

The grip was firm, almost too strong, you looked up and looked straight into Silco's eyes, which shone with something between surprise and irritation. His face was drawn, as if he was fighting to keep from exploding with anger, but you could clearly see the shadow of concern that was breaking through his mask of composure.

"What are you doing?" he hissed quietly, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and concern.

Silco wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, so that your faces were almost at the same level. You felt his hands grip your waist tightly, holding you in place as if to make sure you didn't disappear from his field of vision. His gaze was intense, piercing, but you avoided it, lowering your gaze and whispering barely audibly:

"I heard noises outside the door... I got scared" your voice was shaking. Silco narrowed his eyes, then looked away, glancing over your shoulder as if searching for something behind you. But that only lasted a moment. His gaze quickly returned to you - now full of irritation, and his expression changed as if someone had turned off the mask of composure he always wore.

"Why didn't you take your medicine?" he asked, anger growing in his voice.

 "Why are you trying so hard to disobey me?!" before you could say anything, his hands moved to your shoulders, gripping them tightly, his voice growing increasingly tense. Before you could protest, you felt him shake your body. Not hard, but enough to force you to look him in the eyes. His hands seemed to desperately hold you to him, as if they were trying to force you into obedience. 

"Look at me" he growled, his voice shaking, but it wasn't just anger anymore. There was something else in his eyes, behind the facade of anger - fear.

Your gaze remained fixed on your hands clasped on his torso, however, Silco clearly had no intention of waiting for your reaction. In a burst of frustration and desperation, his hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing a spot that had not yet healed. Before you could react, he forced you to lift your head and look him straight in the eye.

Pain exploded like fire, spreading throughout your body, and a sudden, suffering cry escaped your lips. Silco froze, as if he had only just realized what he had done. His hand immediately let go of your head, and the rest of your body recoiled in terror, it was enough for your tired legs to give out. You fell to the floor, with nothing to hold on to.

For several long seconds, Silco stood motionless, as if what had happened was unreal to him. His gaze, filled with anger a moment ago, now seemed as if something inside him had snapped.

As you lifted your gaze, trying to catch your breath and control the pain, something about the image before you seemed strangely familiar. Silco stood still, his silhouette silhouetted against the warm glow of the dying fire in the fireplace, but your eyes could no longer focus on the details. The tears that had welled up in your eyes began to blur reality, and you felt as if the room had suddenly become dark.

You blinked once, then twice, and the image before you changed. Instead of a room, you saw something that resembled a scene from a nightmare. Silco stood before you in the rain, his clothes soaked through, drops running down the material in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic pace.

The entire figure seemed to be taken from another world, yet terrifyingly real at the same time. The only thing that remained clear in this illusion was his injured eye. It glowed in the darkness like a cursed light.

You didn't know if it was a memory, a hallucination caused by the pain, or something more. But one thing was certain - at that moment the line between reality and nightmare began to blur, and you felt like you were drowning in this darkness, the epicenter of which was him.

You curled up on the floor, burying your face in your shaking hands. Tears flowed steadily, hot and stinging, as if burning paths into your skin. The pain, both physical and mental, seemed to take over every aspect of your existence.

"Drink," you heard suddenly, his voice hard, almost impervious to argument.

Before you could protest, you felt Silco lift you off the floor. His movements were surprisingly gentle, though you could feel his hands shaking.

Before you knew what was happening, a silver goblet touched your lips. The dark liquid, the sharp smell of which filled your nostrils, was thick, viscous, its bitter taste immediately hit your taste buds, almost causing a gag reflex, but Silco didn't stop

"Drink" he repeated, this time more insistently, and his free hand held your face, not letting you turn away

You felt the liquid pour into your mouth, and he forced you to swallow. His hand, although shaking, was unwavering, and his gaze was focused on only one thing, regardless of your protests.

When he finally moved the cup away from your lips, you felt the remnants of the liquid run down your chin, leaving a sticky trail on your skin. A few dark drops landed on your nightgown, staining the delicate material.

Your body began to betray you – weakened and tired, unable to fight any longer. Your head fell limply, and Silco gently supported it and placed it on his lap. His touch, although full of anger a moment ago, now seemed almost tender.

You felt a piece of his shirt wipe your face. It was a rough, yet surprisingly caring attempt to wipe away the tears, the traces of liquid, and the pain that seemed to be etched into your skin. His gestures were mechanical, as if he was trying to recreate something a loving husband should do.

Your eyelids began to close, heavy with fatigue and tears. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence surrounding you, although you didn't feel safe at all. It was more than resignation – it was capitulation to fate, to him.

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Notes: I'm sorry if there is a lot of mistakes, I was writing it on my phone which has a polish auto correction, and I do not know how to turn it off :( Thank you so so so much for all your love and support, every time I see a notification I feel so grateful for every one of you! Thank you so much and hopefully see you again! <3