#also idk if i'm alone in this but i think that silco would give “out love” record to jinx. like it's her favorite song why would he keep it

[tackykachowch]

hello! this may sound stupid but do you think we’ll get a prequel or a book or ANYTHING related to young silco? and vander and the others? because he gained sooo many fans with those concept arts and flashbacks (he had so many fans but he’s kinda going viral) and we know netflix milks everything so what do you think?^^

Uuhhhh it's a tricky question tbh. He is popular with the fans, especially after s2, but the creators themselves tried to remove him from the events/character stories as much as possible, so I don't know if we're gonna get much content with him unless Riot requests it. Yeah, it's an important detail that Netflix doesn't really have to do anything with Arcane except providing the platform iirc.

Personally I don't want any future content with him, Vander and others if it's gonna be written like s2. They already ruined almost everything they could about him and I'd want to salvage the little bits that were untouched.

Don't get me wrong, I would love to see more Silco more than anything, he is my favorite character of all time after all, but I'm the kind of person that would rather don't get anything than get something mediocre/bad. If they want to include Silco in something it better be good, or I'll dismiss it and perceive it as a non-canon like I did with the entirety of s2.

[zorak-show]

Vanco, prompt 74 :)

I’m so so sorry this took me forever to post. I actually wrote this all out awhile ago, but got stuck with writer’s block on it and blah blah yeah, anyway hahahaha so it’s not technically a finished story, and idk if I ever will finish it, but at least hopefully you can enjoy this small portion of it.

I needed to at least post what I had, before the guilt consumed me entirely.

Masquerade

Vander x Silco

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Silco and Vander have to pretend they are a couple at the council’s masquerade party. Story was based off the prompt: “You don’t need to feel sorry for this.”

"To what do I owe the pleasure," Vander wiped the bar down with a rag, looking at his uninvited guest. The thin angry man sat at the end of the bar covered in darkness. Even through the shadows, Vander knew at once who it was.

He grabbed a rocks glass and began filling it with Silco's drink, working on muscle memory alone. Vander slid it down the bar to Silco.

"I have a proposition for you," Silco grabbed the drink, rolling it around in his hand, the ice clinking against the sides.

"Is that so? What this time, a knife to my back?" Vander's eyes narrowed on his old friend.

"Isn't that lavish coming from you," Silco sipped on the drink.

Vander chuckled and poured himself a drink. Somehow he knew he was going to need it.

"Well, Silco, I'm here, and I'm all yours," he gestured to the empty bar. It was well past closing time, in the early morning hours.

'Believe me; this benefits us both. I have no ill will towards you. At least not today."

Vander leaned back against the bar, looking to Silco with an impatient glare.

"I need you to go to the council's masquerade party with me."

Vander could have raised his eyebrows through the roof had his face allowed it.

"And…why would I do that?"

"Because it's the key to everything. They're detailing the city's budget for the year, and we can finally get our answers to everything. We'll know what the enforcers are planning, what their new weapons are, everything."

"I mean, that's great and all, but why me? Why not the doctor? Or one of your goons?"

"Vander, please, this is serious. I need someone who can at least act with a modicum of class."

Silco thinks I'm classy; Vander had to laugh inside his head about that one. Vander stroked his beard in thought, trying to foresee how Silco could manipulate this into only benefiting himself. Somehow he'd screw over Vander and The Last Drop, he feared.

"No ulterior motives," Silco put his hands up as if to surrender. "You can use the information we glean how you choose once we get back, and I'll leave you alone if you leave me alone."

"Hmph," Vander half laughed. They'd always had a way of reading the other's mind. "Fine. Why not?" He sighed with the tiredness of a long day at work. Now coupled with seeing him, it was exhausting.

"I'll meet you here tomorrow, and we'll leave together." Silco finished his drink and, with a swoosh of his coat, disappeared back into the undercity.

Vander stood at the bar in shocked silence. What had he agreed to?

~~~~~~~

The upper city night air was so clean and crisp. Had it not been for all his layers, Vander was sure he'd feel a shiver coming on. He stopped to adjust his suit as they walked towards the event.

"What are you doing? You look fine, stop fidgeting, or you'll give us away." Silco snapped at him. He leaned on his cane to stop and glower at Vander.

"Listen, I'm doing you a favor here," Vander spat back. "Not all of us are used to wearing waistcoats and whatever the hell else you've adorned me with."

Silco rolled his eye and put on his half-animal mask of a fox. It covered the top portion of his face, hiding his distinguishing scar.

"Put your mask on, and walk with me arm in arm," Silco demanded.

Vander sighed but obeyed, tying on the half-wolf mask to his head, also covering the top of his face. Vander hooked his arm out and waited for Silco to grab it before they walked around the corner and arrived at the entrance of the party.

The soft sounds of music and voices carried out into the street. A butler in a tuxedo and plain black eye mask stood at the entrance greeting guests as they arrived and checking invites.

"Good evening, gentlemen," the butler held his white-gloved hand out for their invites, and Silco provided him with it from inside his jacket. He scanned it with a discriminating look but opened the door and welcomed them in.

The interior hall was dark. Their fancy dress shoes clicked against the reflective black and white checkered tile floor. They walked towards the sounds of the party, still arm in arm.

"Seems kinda dark for a party," Vander whispered down to Silco.

"The wealthy here are morons," Silco whispered back, and they both laughed. Vander was thankful for his mask, knowing damn well he was blushing, and for what, some stupid joke. Of course, it wasn't about the quip. It was about being near him again, having his arm nestled neatly against his own. It was being close enough to smell his cologne. The warm sweet spices and tobacco that used to drive Vander wild. He wondered if Silco remembered that. If he specifically wore it again because of him. Probably not. He was a man of habit and routine. That had to be the only reason he still wore that cologne.

They followed the sounds of muffled music and voices until they approached a giant set of doors and two butlers standing outside.

"Gentlemen," one of the butlers bowed his head to greet them, "Please enjoy yourselves."

The doors opened in for them, with a sonorous click and boom, revealing a grand ballroom light shining bright all around, reflecting all the gold-trimmed everything around them. Vander tried to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. Never had he seen so much wealth on display like this. A fraction of the wealth here could feed everyone in the undercity for months, probably years. And for what? A masquerade? He felt sick to his stomach.

"Act natural," Silco whispered.

"uhh, I. Is…" Vander stammered, staring around at all the opulent guests and ornamentations, "Is there a bar?"

Silco shook his head with a laugh, "Yes, of course."

The band played an uptempo song, and a few couples swung each other around on the dance floor. Vander stood in stunned silence while Silco ordered them drinks.

"Here," Silco shoved the drink in Vander's hand, "Will you please start acting natural now?"

"How can you be so comfortable here? You were raised… I mean, we were both raised with nothing," Vander spoke in low tones, careful not to let anyone hear them. Though no one seemed that interested in them, too focused on their worlds, it seemed.

"The benefit to never being comfortable, I suppose," Silco sipped his drink. "Anyway, it's called acting Vander. I had to learn to act if I wanted anyone to do anything for me after you…. after we…. What I mean is not everyone has natural charisma, bone-shattering fists, and rugged, handsome looks to fall back on."

"Aww, did you just call me handsome," Vander pressed Silco into himself with a half hug.

"Of course not," Silco put his arm up against the wall of Vander's torso and pushed himself back. "I only meant, some may say that of you, but I do not have the luxury of anyone excusing my behavior due to them finding me handsome."

Vander pulled Silco back into him, "Careful, we can't fake being a couple if you're pushing me away." Vander whispered in Silco's ear. Silco's posture remained rigid, but he didn't pull away. "And for what it's worth, you are handsome."

Silco scoffed and slammed down the rest of his drink.

"I'm getting another drink."

Vander sipped his drink, watching Silco walk back to the bar. He didn't expect to be having this much fun. How easy it was for them to talk and tease one another. Everything that had happened between them all seemed so rotten and poisonous. He'd forgotten the good parts.

Before he knew it, Silco was back at his side with a new drink. He set his cane against a decorative railing that flanked that large ballroom.

"How'd you find out about this party anyway?" Vander asked, scanning over the room again.

"Never mind that we need to see about infiltrating the finance meeting," Silco whispered.

"Ah yes, ignoring my questions, it really is just like the old days." Vander finished the rest of his drink and walked toward the bar.

"Will you stop being so dramatic," Silco hissed, grabbing Vander's arm to stop him.

Vander snapped his arm back, "Why can't you ever answer my questions? And I mean with full honesty. I don't even know what your end goal is here. How am I supposed to help?"

"My end goal," Silco pressed into Vander, "has been the same as it ever was. To free the sons and daughters of Zaun. You may have forgotten what the fight was about, but I never have. I never will."

Vander growled, wanting to raise his voice but dialing himself back. Oh yeah, it was all fun and games until it wasn't. The memories of their toxicity came flooding back. What was he thinking coming along for this?

Vander pointed a finger into Silco's chest, hissing under his breath, "You know I have never forgotten that. I fight to put food on the table for my kids every day-"

"Hors d'oeuvres for the gentlemen?" a calm voice interrupted them. Vander backed off Silco and looked over at the server carrying a tray of small foods.

Vander scooped it all up with his big hands.

"Thanks!" He shoved several bite-sized snacks into his mouth.

The waiter stammered in bewilderment before rushing off.

Silco shook his head, "you're only supposed to grab one."

"Well then, why were there so many?" he asked, mouth full of food. He swallowed before continuing, "So, how do we find this meeting anyway?"

"Don't look now, but there is a small congregation of folks filing into a room behind you."

Vander immediately turned to look, "Where?!"

"I said not to look now!!" Silco hissed.

"Will you calm down? No one even notices us here. Pilties are too obsessed with themselves to notice anyone else around them."

"Let's check it out," Silco said. Without waiting for Vander to respond, he grabbed his cane and walked in that direction. They cut through the dance floor, where couples twirled each other around on the shiny wooden floor.

A hand grabbed Silco's shoulder, and he turned, expecting to see Vander. Instead, it was a man with a lizard mask with bright orange and yellow scaling.

"Sorry, gentlemen, but once you enter the dance floor, you can't leave without doing at least one dance."

"Fine," Silco sighed and grabbed Vander's hand, now standing next to him.

Vander wrapped his arm around Silco's middle, and Silco reached his other hand up to Vander's shoulders. It felt like they were young again like everything was fresh, new, and exciting. They moved in rhythm to the music, Vander pulling Silco closer into his body.

"Vander, please," Silco huffed, "You don't need to be so territorial of me."

Vander loosened his grip, "Er, I'm sorry," he whispered back.

A pause while they danced, "You don't need to feel sorry," Silco moved his hands up Vander's back, "it's just, we aren't kids anymore. You don't need to protect me like you used to."

Vander stiffened in his posture, unsure now of his boundaries and motive. It had all seemed like some fun game before, albeit an odd one, but he had tried to go along with it as best he could. To save face, to, to save himself. He looked down at Silco, face half-covered by the ridiculous fox mask. Gold metal wires painted black in the area matching his scar.

He didn't mean it, his hand curling around Silco's middle. It was all too familiar territory while his mind wandered, and he contemplated his motives. Silco shuddered into him, wrapping his arms tighter around his midsection. Vander breathed in his scent, that cologne, mixed with his pheromones. It had been so long; he'd almost forgotten the notes of cardamon that pulled it all together.

——————————————

let me know what you think and maybe I’ll try to finish this out if anyone seems interested in it. thanks for reading! and thank you @alishatheninth for requesting something from me :D