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no1heyyyyyyyy · 1 year ago

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A new kind of being

This is a multi part series that I am writing. It doesn't really have a plot other than a slow burn fluffy story about two people.

C/W: Some angst, a hopeless femme lesbian meets a hopeless stud, Sevika is more angry and uptight than normal (mainly because I’m still learning how to write her and because I feel that when someone gets their arm blown off they have a bit of a right to be more of a bitch than usual), some angst, Silco’s backstory, injuries explained in graphic detail, mostly slow burn fluff.

A/N: To preface this: Charlie (MC) is autistic, a lesbian, and AFAB (uses they/them pronouns, though they still consider themself to be somewhat femme) Charlie’s also black and midsize. Also, this is a HUGE self insert (almost all of my writing is, but never mind that). And I will be writing these installments in bulk, so keep that in mind that it WILL take me seemingly forever to write this story (but know that a large amount of content will be published at one time because of it).

X amount of years ago.

Charlie was picking flowers by the lake. They do this every Wednesday night on their way back from the Undercity Market. Normally they sit on the driest piece of land they can find and they think. Breathe in, breathe out. All the smells of the Undercity are so overwhelming, but Charlie had learned how to deal with it from a very young age (we close our eyes and we take a steadying breath and move on). They also learned that solitude is the best form of safety: if no one knows you then no one wants to harm you (for the most part). It was their mother’s motto: Talk about (or stick your nose in) other people’s business, get ready for it to come to your door. And you never let it come to your door. At this point, they were in their 20s and Charlie’s mom was 6 feet deep with flowers that were replaced every two weeks. Charlie loved their mom, and she realized from a young age tha-

Wait a minute. What is that? Charlie was standing now, their overalls shuffling as they did. Anxiety was beginning to build as they scanned the area in case someone needed help. And someone did. A man was drowning. Good thing Charlie knew how to swim.

They jumped in the water and swam as hard as they could all the way to where the man was sputtering and struggling to breathe. The splashing was getting louder and they were trying to push their muscles harder to get themselves to that man. Finally, their arms were around his waist and Charlie pulled him with them all the way to the shore (which looking back on it, they were sure was the result of pure adrenaline and fear). They got him on the ground and immediately started doing chest compressions.

His eyes flew open and water came catapulting out of his open mouth. Charlie turned him on his side so that he wouldn’t choke on the water that was spewing out of his lungs.

“Are you okay? Janna, please tell me you're okay.” The man kept hacking up the fluid in his lungs and he was staring at them all the while. His eye, they noticed, was ruined, absolutely wrecked (Charlie didn’t want to even begin to wonder why). His breathing wasn’t exactly normal, but he was breathing (so Charlie at least, was thankful). Charlie used this time to break down completely (they’ve always been a bit of a crybaby, but that’s neither here nor there) and the tears came down in waves from their pretty honey colored eyes. Charlie’s hair came out of its style and now needed to be treated with a nice clarifying shampoo and a really good deep condition. The man started to move towards Charlie, still huffing slightly,

“Who are you, and why did you save me?”

CHAPTER ONE/I

Charlie was ready to call it quits with this garden. They really were tempted to stomp back inside their little house, take a shower and fall asleep. See, they (with the air quality being lightyears better in the Undercity at this point) had this dream of having a vegetable garden since the Undercity had piss poor produce. They would dress in their finest and sneak past any bullshit ‘border control’ Piltover to get their fresh produce. They didn’t take pride in having to go outside the Undercity just to get good food, but alas that was their plight.

Another plight was being Silco’s friend. They would have wine nights once a month where they’d get together and Silco would rant about how Jinx was doing and how Charlie needed to visit them in the city more because Jinx needed their aunt around (that may have been true, but it was really because Silco didn’t know what to do with his pseudo daughter just yet). Charlie would always chuckle and take a sip of their decently priced red, saying they would think on it. The truth was that Charlie had taken what their mom always said to heart (don’t get into anyone’s business, else you want a horse head in your sheets), so they were apprehensive to see what was going on in the Undercity. Because of this (and don’t tell nobody this but) Charlie didn’t know jack about Silco’s happenings, didn’t know about all the effects of Shimmer, didn’t know about the child labor. They did know he ran a gang, but everyone ran a gang in the Undercity, you had to just to get by. All in all, they were not ready when Silco showed up at their door, with a mountain of a woman with an amputated arm, asking them to look after her continuing care.

This woman, mind you, was easily a head taller than Charlie’s 5’7 stature. They felt somewhat dwarfed by this woman, she was just so big. Beautiful, rich dark skin that was smooth besides the scars that plagued her body throughout (but Charlie already found themself adoring those already too), she had jet black hair that was set in a bob and was currently tousled and messy right now. Her thighs were godly in that she could crush a windpipe in between them so easily. And her biceps (or bicep, as this woman had a huge bandage around her shoulder, and no second arm in sight) were as large as one of Charlie’s thighs. Needless to say, they found this woman to be gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking.

Silco’s silent. His breathing ragged as he was helping heave this woman into a position of some stability. She looked incredibly put out just being there. Charlie, darling, could you look after Sevika’s care (Sir, I am not a child), she needs further supervision since Singed is paltry when it comes to any form of care. And, of course they agreed, because Charlie wanted to help this woman. Not just because she was beautiful and mysterious (and like a puzzle, Charlie loved puzzles), but because she looked to be in so much pain. And, so incredibly tired. Charlie didn’t know what Singed was doing, but whatever it was, put this woman through the ringer. This woman, Sevika, scowled and glared at Charlie the whole time (looking like a crotchety teenager filled with angst, but Charlie would never admit that to Sevika’s face, ever), sizing them up in the most uncomfortable way imaginable. Eventually Silco said his thanks, and mentioned that some of his lackeys would come by the next day to drop off Sevika’s most essential belongings. This left Charlie with a tank teeming with anger right next to them.

“So, would you like some food?” Sevika’s head snapped around towards Charlie and they could almost hear the woman growl,

“Listen, sweetheart: I don’t know you, so do us both a favor and don’t bother me.” Her voice was deep, something Charlie picked up on before but wasn’t able to enjoy quite yet.

“Unfortunately, that is impossible for me to do. As it is now my job to take care of you. And for the record, I am highly skilled in the field of medicine and have had training as a nurse at one point. You are in good hands, Sevika. Also, you need to eat and I made cookies, if you want any.” The woman glared and sat down (with a great deal of difficulty, and just for the record: when Charlie tried to help they were damn near wrestled away) on the velvet couch next to Charlie’s cat, Fred, who was folded in a loaf position.

“There is a guest bed and bath right down that hallway, but for now I’d like to check on you for the next 48 hours, so I’m going to have to ask that you stay in the living room for me. You can sleep on the couch, it isn’t the most spacious but it is comfortable. Feel free to move Fred, he is an asshole, but he warms up to people pretty quickly.”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“Nope. Anyway, I’ll go and get some blankets and extra clothes if you’d like?” She nodded whilst staring at the floor, Charlie smiled, feeling good about their hosting skills. That night Sevika and Charlie ate a vegetable soup and some bread in silence. Followed by Charlie reading a book while Sevika stared into the fire alight in Charlie’s fireplace trying to fall asleep.

Chapter two/II

Charlie was upset. They had never met someone so… Infuriating before. Granted they rarely interacted with others besides Silco and his charge. But, it didn’t matter. Charlie had known a great deal of people at one point and none of them were this insufferable or cantankerous. Sevika was like an old man, refusing any form of help whatsoever and smoking her cigars constantly (it took a while before Charlie could convince her to smoke outside). It was exhausting dealing with someone who seemed so old, yet had the rationality of a child (especially when it came to appearing ‘weak’). The difference was insurmountable, but Charlie still had faith. They were hopeful that their optimism and willingness to help would slowly allow this gorgeous woman to allow them to be her friend. But, right now that didn’t seem to be the case,

“Sevika, please don’t move too quickly, you’ll pull your stitches. Which, mind you, is currently what is keeping what’s left of your arm attached.”

“Fuck you, girlie, I’m fine.” Sevika’s words had little fire to them, making Charlie feel safer about disagreeing with her,

“You are no such thing. You are currently injured and in a great deal of pain.”

“How do you figure, sweet stuff?” The nicknames were starting to get to Charlie, they blushed just a tiny bit before rattling off things they’ve noticed for the female mountain,

“You always prefer your left shoulder to your right one, you grimace every time you have to use the right side of your body, and for the love of Janna, I can just feel the energy you have.” Sevika cracked half a smile and shook her head.

“Obsessive are we?” Charlie’s eyes bulged out of their skull at Sevika’s unsavory statement,

“I am not obsessive, just worried and willing to help, which you never take!”

“Because, I don’t need it.”

“Bullshit.” Sevika chuckled and waved them off. Huffing and standing up to go outside and smoke another cigar. Charlie had to slow down their breathing to stop from getting too overwhelmed. They turned off the lights in their living room and went to sit down with Fred in their bedroom. They wrote a reminder to themselves to change Sevika’s bandages before falling asleep (Be sure to change the brute’s bandages when you wake up- and get hummus from the store). They woke up and saw another note next to the one they left themself,

I’m grabbing my shit and getting food. Don’t come looking for me. -Your ward

Charlie could feel a wave of disbelief, anger, frustration, and an absolute feeling of fear coursing through their body. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not worry, she said she’ll be back. But what if she was lying? When has she ever lied to you? Never. But I don’t know this woman that well. She could have lied this time. But, she said she’d come back. Read the letter again. Read it again, read it again, read it one more time. See, she’ll be back. Okay, she’ll be back. I’ll wait for her.

And, wait, Charlie did. By the time it struck 9pm, they were pacing and fiddling with their hoodie sleeves so much that they were almost afraid they’d rip the sleeves (again). Sevika finally hobbled through the door, Charlie all but jumped on her when she got back.

“You left.” The brutish woman rolled her eyes in a manner reminiscent of a parent brushing off their child.

“Yes, to get my shit, like I said, can you not read?” Charlie bristled, their eyes starting to squint and twitch (later on Sevika would mock them about this, though she did seem to find it cute). They shook their head, deciding to disregard her petty statement.

“You worried me.” Sevika scoffed and put the produce down on Charlie’s counter. “And, I’m exhausted, it seems we both have problems.”

“It’s make sense you’re exhausted because you went out on a little trip whilst your fucking arm was blown off! Why couldn’t you bother to wake me up? I could have gone with you.”

“Listen Princess, I don’t need a babysitter.” Sevika got close to Charlie. Staring down at them, her slate eyes becoming more and more intense by the second, “And, watch your fucking tone.” Sevika’s voice was a hair's breadth from a whisper and the resonance of her rich voice rippled through Charlie.

Charlie’s eyes widened at the sudden change of demeanor. Sevika, raised an eyebrow and went to turn away but stopped once Charlie let out a squeak and a barely audible,

“But you’re injured.” Sevika stood to her full height and turned back around towards Charlie, her arm making her grimace just barely.

“I don’t care.” And that was that. Sevika left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. Charlie stared after her and watched solemnly as her door closed harshly. The request to eat dinner together (as they always did) died on their tongue as the feeling of discomfort bordering on possible danger settled in their bones.

The next morning Charlie made breakfast as usual and sat down at their little kitchen nook waiting for Sevika to lumber her way into the commonspace. In which she did not show. Charlie tried their best to wait, but they were starting to get fidgety when the food started to get cold. They sat there counting their kitchen floor tiles for 45 minutes until Charlie decided to knock on her door and see if something was wrong.

See, the thing was Charlie had a rhythm to their life, one that Sevika fit into pretty well. They both woke up at similar times and after the first couple days of pestering the woman to come and eat, Sevika learned which time was for meals. So, to not see the Mountain Woman by this time, Charlie wasn’t necessarily worried, but more curious.

So they stupidly wander further and further into the proverbial Lion’s den and knock on her door three times. When they were about to raise their hand to knock on the door once more Sevika swung the door open with an astounding amount of force.

“The fuck you want, Princess?” Charlie was rendered speechless once they laid eyes on Sevika. She was wearing something more scandalous than normal. She was clad in a tank top with no bra on that showed her midriff and sweatpants that showed the tops of her boxers. Because of course Sevika wears boxers. Charlie suddenly felt very aware of their own outfit, cotton joggers and a loose tank top (in which they too, were not wearing a bra) pastel purple fluffy socks and bunny slippers.

“Umm, hi- I was wondering if you were coming to breakfast.” Sevika kept on staring at Charlie, her eyeballs drilling into their forehead, “I made biscuits.” Sevika grunted and lazily made her way to the kitchen. Charlie slowly trailed after her and stared at the woman’s undid hairdo. Wondering what to do in this situation- which proved to be quite awkward, though, admittedly because of Charlie but that is neither here nor there.

“I wanted to apologize,” Sevika turned around and lifted an eyebrow. “I was worried about you, and when I worry, I can become… Fairly persistent. But, I just- I want you to be safe. You have been left in my care and you scared me when you left. But, I am grateful you came back, and I apologize if I crossed any boundaries last night.” Sevika nodded her head and did her best to look Charlie in the eye (which proved difficult as they were staring at the wall).

“Thank you.” Charlie let out a small smile and moved around Sevika to sit on their previous seat in the nook. Crossing their legs they looked at Sevika and waved her over to sit across from them. They both ate in silence, but it was comfortable and quiet, filled with a modicum of respect that wasn’t there before.

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elisethetraveller · 7 months ago

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Continued from; zaunrising

There was no smile on Silco’s face. If there was any expression, it was a somber, quiet one. An adult tired of the complaints of children, and yet one who was called upon once again to step between those who as far as he was concerned should know better. All the same, in his dark ruined eye there was a strange gleam. That fiery orb seeming a touch brighter than normal, or perhaps it only seemed that way due to his blue eye seeming colder. Another difference was Sevika’s presence, the strong woman who was Silco’s right hand standing behind him and to one side. Close enough to step up, and in if need be, but with no sign of intending to do so unprovoked. In this moment Sevika was not a threat, and seemed as composed as ever with her shimmer fueled arm at a standby. She was, however, a warning. For as friendly as Silco had been to the new foreign chem-baron, that could change if need be. “Are you finished?” Before The Table, before he had nearly died, before things had changed, Silco would have been more measured in his response. Now, however, he found his patience lowered. It was a dangerous thing, patience sliding away reminiscent of when he’d been a young man, but with the self-control and consideration of an older man with years of experience. There had been Silco, who worked with Vander and had crawled out of the mines. Silco, betrayed, and who had found power in the shadows that allowed him to pull Zaun upwards into something new. Zaun, the Enterprise, on the way to the Free Nation of Zaun. Now, however, there was a different Silco. Exactly who he was, and what he was capable of, was something many had yet to see. One thing however was for sure. He was still one of the primary powers in Zaun with Sevika still standing by his side. “If I was here to “rush along negotiations”, on her behalf, it would not be only myself and Sevika standing here.” Voice quiet, and controlled, this was clearly not the sociable Silco that had visited Elise more than once. This was the Eye of Zaun who be it through information, shimmer, strength, or any number of things ran far more than most thought he did. “No, I am here to ask a very simple question, Elise.” This new chem-baron had a weakness, but it was one Silco could respect. She cared for her people, or at least cared enough about what they could do for her, that it might as well be the same thing. Certainly, she cared more than most other chem-barons, and that created a kind of loyalty. Loyalty, which by its very nature, would go both ways. A weakness of a sort because it’d guarantee certain behaviors, but it was also a strength as it’d make it harder to turn her people against her. Sad, really, that Elise was what Silco had originally hoped the chem-barons would be, and she wasn’t even a Zaunite. Still, she also wasn’t a Piltie, and if a yordle could be a chem-baron… well why not? “How far are you willing to go, to get your people back?"

Most people would call Elise a trusting individual who wore her heart on her sleeve. She wasn't a politician or a liar. Most people would be wrong. One had to be a liar to look a parent with a dead child in the eyes and tell them everything would be okay. And she had seen far too many failing institutions to trust any of them. Perhaps that was why she walked into the room alone. Because while there was no reason to believe Silco was here for blood, the little voice in the back of her mind insisted otherwise, and she would be damned if someone else's blood was spilt over this. So Elise sat there with her empty, pleasant smile, eyes sharp and drifting from Silco to Sevika.

"Yes." Was that a rhetorical question? Most likely. Elise didn't care. The mage held no pretence that Silco didn't deal with his own garbage-can of issues every day, but as far as she was concerned, he was here to help, or he was in the way. And the thought he was here to help felt delusional. She was an outsider; she got it thrown in her face every time she tried to deal with this sensibly. Why would he choose to help an outsider?

Though Silco's arrival was a relief. No matter why he was here, it would shake things out of the frustrating stagnation. She didn't have the resources to go into the other territory and get her people, but her own territory was well-protected. The other chem-baron couldn't force their way to the valuable water. Despite all of Zaun's technology, this was a siege.

"What do you propose?" It was the first time Elise moved, and she could feel it in every muscle. Residual energy dispersed like an anxious breath escaping through gritted teeth. Leaning forward, her fingers drummed against the table.

"I can't just go in and get them. There are too many people for me to get them out safely." And while she could survive the gunfire, they wouldn't. "And I am not throwing fifty people at a problem when half of them won't return." There were plenty of people who wanted to volunteer, even after they had discussed the odds and chances. The loyalty was heartwarming. But it was also dangerous. Sooner or later, they would try to rush the territory despite her insistence not to. They weren't of the temperament to wait things out.

( @zaunrising )

#ic #zaunrising

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zaunrising · 8 months ago

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There’s a special air around an angry mage, like the ozone proceeding a thunderstorm, and it was at a sharp contrast to the friendly, though not warm, smile still on her face.

“I would be happy to acquiesce to her wishes, but as I have told her already her factories will not receive a milliliter of our water until the people she “employed” from my territory are returned to their families.” Her tone was sharp, but not disrespectful. One might best compare it to the unhappy cadence of a child that had gotten an adult called on them.

“I have even agreed to send back her thugs,” once they could walk. “as a show of goodwill, so if you are here to rush along the negotiations could you start at the other side of the table?”

(For Silco? Just got the thought of a chem baron running to him when the new foreign chem baron plays hardball)

“Are you finished?” Before The Table, before he had nearly died, before things had changed, Silco would have been more measured in his response. Now, however, he found his patience lowered. It was a dangerous thing, patience sliding away reminiscent of when he’d been a young man, but with the self-control and consideration of an older man with years of experience. There had been Silco, who worked with Vander and had crawled out of the mines. Silco, betrayed, and who had found power in the shadows that allowed him to pull Zaun upwards into something new. Zaun, the Enterprise, on the way to the Free Nation of Zaun. Now, however, there was a different Silco. Exactly who he was, and what he was capable of, was something many had yet to see. One thing however was for sure. He was still one of the primary powers in Zaun with Sevika still standing by his side.

“If I was here to “rush along negotiations”, on her behalf, it would not be only myself and Sevika standing here.” Voice quiet, and controlled, this was clearly not the sociable Silco that had visited Elise more than once. This was the Eye of Zaun who be it through information, shimmer, strength, or any number of things ran far more than most thought he did. “No, I am here to ask a very simple question, Elise.”

This new chem-baron had a weakness, but it was one Silco could respect. She cared for her people, or at least cared enough about what they could do for her, that it might as well be the same thing. Certainly, she cared more than most other chem-barons, and that created a kind of loyalty. Loyalty, which by its very nature, would go both ways. A weakness of a sort because it’d guarantee certain behaviors, but it was also a strength as it’d make it harder to turn her people against her. Sad, really, that Elise was what Silco had originally hoped the chem-barons would be, and she wasn’t even a Zaunite. Still, she also wasn’t a Piltie, and if a yordle could be a chem-baron… well why not?

“How far are you willing to go, to get your people back?"

#⌱ THAT'S WHY WE FIGHT | SILCO (ic)#⌱ THAT DAY I LET A WEAK MAN DIE | SILCO (main verse)#⌱ WHAT'S THIS NOW? | (asks)#elisethetraveller #uhhh Silco? Silco what the fuck are you doing?...

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independentzaun · 2 years ago

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Am I going to do anything with this? No

However because Cassandra Cain from DC has lived in my head rent free for a few years now...

A backstory for Cassandra Cain set in Zaun under the cut. Content warnings for mention of child abuse, neglect, murder, violence, depersonalization, objectification. (There is no SA here as a note).

Cassandra Cain born of a Piltovian father and an Ionian mother both of whom were among the greatest close combat fighters and assassins of the world was brought about because her father wanted to create the best assassin in the world and to wield her as a weapon. His idea was authorized due to people in Piltover wanting Vander (yes that Vander, in Zaun) to be killed but were willing to wait years in order to accomplish it in what would commonly be seen as a rather humiliating way. This was put into motion before Vander adopted Vi, and Powder and in fact Cassandra is around the same age as Jinx.

I'm not going to get into her childhood details here (if you know about Cassandra Cain you know what it was like. If you don't know but you want more details come yell at me), but she was literally raised to be the perfect killer and weapon. She was not raised as a person. She was raised as a living close quarters weapon in order to be an assassin. However things changed after Silco took down Vander. After that her father decided to start testing Shimmer on Cassandra when it became "publicly" available.

For the next 6-8 years Cassandra continued being raised, trained, treated, and used as a weapon as steadily more and more shimmer was shoved into her. These days her eyes basically look like...well..

They do not ever go back to normal, and she has a habit of hiding them under a mask or hood.

Unlike in DC she has killed more than once. Her father was very careful not to force her hand too young, and when he did have her start killing it was against barely human shimmer enhanced fighters that didn't register quite the same way as normal humans. The problem was when he gave her an assignment, and sent her to kill a completely normal human family. She killed all of them except for their child, and than fully realizing just what she'd done and had been doing Cassandra simply didn't go back to her father.

She is now homeless, and alone in the depths of Zaun which presents her with an interesting difficult. She will never kill again, but she is also in essence the best fighter in Zaun however she's not good at anything not related to fighting and infiltration. Parkour, climbing, fighting, lock picking, etc.etc she can do. However she can barely read, is bad at talking, and has issues understanding people unless she is looking at them to read their body language. She is however quite good at telling when someone is directly lying to her. It's not hard to manipulate her though if you gain her trust, and know how to phrase things correctly. You don't have to lie in order to not tell the exact truth, or to say things in a way that are beneficial to yourself while leaving certain details out. She also has a lot of potential as a potential team leader, and could grow a lot should the right person decide to help her for whatever reason.

She also loves seeing people dance, and dance in general. So if you ever want to find her honestly just wait for a special dance performance to be held, and than look up and into the shadows.

She'll probably be there lurking.

#randommunisrandom #me missing one of my old muses that I still to this day adore? AHhhhahahaha of of course not >.>

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zaunrising · 11 months ago

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The unspoken truth, and one a bit sad in its way, was that even with Jinx being quite firm about refusing to let others tell her what to do, she did in fact miss it in a way. She missed Silco’s guidance, and the to-do lists he gave her, and handling things for him. A part of her buried deep within even missed running around with Vi and the others, to do things alongside or with them however Vi said. Jinx didn’t actually enjoy being alone, and dependent purely on herself. Regardless of what others might think, Jinx was in fact self-aware enough to understand on some level that she wasn’t like others, and that having Silco or another to help her was a good thing. Alas, she no longer had anyone she trusted in that way. Certainly not Vi, her river crossing traitor of a sister. It was one thing to enjoy an evening out with Vi, but quite another to trust Vi’s instructions or guidance on anything at all. A part of her almost felt like that would be akin to listening to an Enforcer, which wasn’t quite so far off the mark anymore, was it?

“I am an adult.” Voice going somber for a moment, Jinx refrained from stating what was, to her, obvious. That it shouldn’t be hard to treat her as an adult when childhood had ended so many years ago. Had she still been a kid, young and learning how to handle things? Yes. However, that particular innocence that embodied what so many thought of as childhood had died long before it should have. Cracks sliding through it like glass shattering from half remembered moments of smoke, fire, and Vander killing a man with his fists. Shards of glass tossed away as year after year went by in Zaun, fights in alleyways witnessed, or being shoved against a wall by Enforcers, or other “normal” things by Zaun standards happen. The glass fracturing entirely, and twisting into something new when Vander died. No wonder she’d tried so hard even as a “child” to make her bombs work. She needed to be useful, needed to have a way to push back, needed her own way to stand tall the way her sister did. Life was violence, and that was something she’d known for years.

With the snacks being offered, Jinx’s hand moved taking one so deftly it could barely be felt. “Blind bag. I’m sure you picked good stuff!” Jinx would have been very disappointed indeed if Vi had brought something she didn’t like, as well as surprised. “Water animals sound cool. Wonder if they have any sharks.” Unwrapping the snack, Jinx popped it into her mouth before glancing towards Vi with a little smile as they walked to the aquarium. “It’s a good color, that blue, and I like glow in the dark stuff. Almost like I helped design the place. That’d be something, huh? Imagine if I actually had… you know, maybe it needs some of my paint somewhere to give that extra touch to it. Some random wall, or something.” That smile became a bit mischievous echoing the gleam in Jinx’s eyes. There was no guarantee at all that Jinx didn’t have paint on her somewhere, be it a couple of markers, spray paint, or just a couple of paint filled chompers. It was entirely possible that she could in fact give some random wall that extra touch.

“So what’s your favorite water animal, or fish, or whatever?”

Vi turned slightly when Jinx insisted that no one, not even her, could tell her what to do. A sigh escaped her lips but it wasn't of annoyance. It was more of acceptance, a realization. Jinx wasn't a child anymore, no matter how Vi looked at her. She had to remember that. "Right. Miss Independent," Vi spoke, her voice hushed as if Jinx would sink her metaphorical (although her nails were pretty long) claws into her chest if she heard. "I'm sorry. If you want me to treat you like an adult, then I will," She added, wanting Jinx to know that she was trying to adjust her view of her. It wasn't too hard but at the same time, it was the hardest thing to do for her. Even with all the time that passed, Vi was still stuck in the past right now and she was still figuring her way out and to the present.

"I brought snacks," The fighter confirmed and offered her pocket to the young woman. "You wanna choose? Or you wanna treat this like a blind bag? Don't worry, it's all stuff you like. I wouldn't bring anything you didn't want," She assured. Even if they weren't kids anymore, Vi had an inkling that Jinx's tastes didn't change all too much. "Let's go see the water animals. Their tanks glow in the dark, I think it'd be pretty to see without a whole crowd blocking all the tanks," She said as she began making her way over to eh aquarium. "The blue of the water kinda reminds me of your spray paint. It's almost the same blue and sometimes I think you've personally colored the water yourself," She mused and glanced to her sister. It was silly and downright stupid to admit but Vi liked tricking herself into thinking Jinx had left her mark somewhere. It made her feel connected to her sister despite the tension that sat between them.

#gauntletsshot #⌱ IF IT'S DEAD IT'S FREE! | JINX (ic)#⌱ YOU'RE A CLASS ACT SISTER | VI

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a-gal-with-taste · 3 years ago

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hi! pls feel free to delete this if it’s not up your alley but i was wondering if you’d be down to write a soulmate au with silco? like everything is in black and white for silco and reader until they make eye contact for the first time. and maybe when they finally meet it was on the bridge to piltover? so the bright light and specks of gold just overwhelmed silco… how would he feel to meeting his s/o who’s a citizen of the topside (fluff)? i’m sorry if it’s too specific and thank you so much!

Bold of you to assume Soulmate AU's are never up my alley! I may actually have something like this in my drafts, but not for a Piltover X Zaunite ship, so I'll jot this one down really quick! Hope to release the otherone i have in the next couple weeks, been hammering it out between my other works :^) Enjoy!

Silco X GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Warnings: Bit of world-building, Piltover Vs Zaunite prejudices, violence/blood, illness, tension, brief-kidnapping, hurt/comfort/fluff, kinda speedrunning enemies-to-lovers, Soulmate AU

Vander might just kill him for doing this.

But how could Silco care, consitering the situation they were facing?

"They... our people, are dying, Vander, and you want to wait?!" He had snarled, up-close in the taller man's face with fury etched into deep lines on his own. "Only 'nother week, ya wanna bring Topside down on us if we go out 'n steal what we need-?!"

"They toss us what they don't need every chance they get! What's so different about going up and simply taking?" Vander's frustrated growl was undercut by the sound of coughing from the building they stood just outside of - a makeshift quarantine. The closest thing they had to try and separate the sick from the not-yet sick, in the cramped underground. Like all consequences of the rotting, forgotten city, the newest plague sweeping through civilians, fellow Sons and Daughters alike, was as deadly as they came, quickly becoming more unstable and wild-spreading than normal bouts of sickness.

Even the natural defenses Zaunite's biologically had, after generations of the hellish conditions in the undercity, seemed to do little good. Higher-level medicine was needed, urgently, before the daily tolls could continue increasing in numbers. They needed something, now, but Vander seemed hesitant at the risk.

"...'zo already started hacking last night, we can't go and burst in there only half-armed, Silco." He insisted, grey eyes narrowing. "Enforcers will still be huntin' for us after last months dock-raidin', we just hold on for a few more days and check the incoming shipments-" "We don't need an army to sneak into a clinic. Just one, determined, and I am more than ready to go," Silco assured him coolly, patting his fingers on the knife strapped to his thigh.

His co-leader frowned immediately shaking his head, "No, won' send ya up without backup. I can't afford the risk to lose ya too." Silco could scoff; he did. "Lose me? I'd be back by sunset, Vander, the Upperlings won't even know what's missing until morning." Vander reached out as Silco began to walk away, placing his hands on his shoulders and that hard, fierce look in his eyes that was shared between all their fellow Brothers and Sisters, was dissipating to show his genuine concern and worried.

"Sil, please. I'm askin' as a friend... Just wait. Help me out down here, we're losing people by the minute, and I need ya. The Children need ya."

A pause, then Vander reached down to take Silco's fist in his own tight unyielding grip. "For the Nation."

"For the Nation." The mantra, sacred at this point, slipped reflexively from the lean man's lips, silver eyes narrowed still as Vander relaxed his grip. Silco was often the most level-headed plotter of the Children of Zaun, despite posessing an infamous, feral temper once provoked. Smuggle and raid plans were often referred to him before they were even consitered to be put into action, and the young man was not one to keep quiet with his scathing critiques of doomed plans.

That's probably why Vander didn't see the swift punch to the abdomen coming, a sudden, silent, perfect distraction as Silco slipped from his suddenly lax grip, racing around his larger co-leader to begin his journey. "Sil, shit...!" His friend was smart not to attempt to give chase, knowing fullwell the wiry man was the swifter of the two. Instead he hollared after the man, exasperated, "Just don't get killed, you asshole! And don' bring any Topsiders down to us!"

A dark smirk crossed Silco's face as he dashed through the streets of Zaun to the closest lift.

Those were some simple enough goals.

The dark charcoal of the Enforcer's vision reflected your pinched expression. "I have a permit to cross," You said with a small sigh, pulling your satchel closer to your side as the uniformed officer continued to stand at ready. "Please, it's urgent."

"Crossing is barred at sundown, less than a half-hour." The muffled voice was barked loud enough to hear without straining, and you could detect the cool indifference in the officers tone, as they continued to stand at-ready at the barricaded front of the bridge. "It will remain closed for crossing the rest of the week, unless you have direct signatures from Concil or Sheriff. If you don't have either for a return, go home, Citizen. You don't want to be trapped in that hellhole if you can help it."

A small swallow as you looked behind the symbol of protection in your city, the Bridge, and the thick barbed-wire steel at it's entrance. It was a lovely, coiling and curved gate, as the idea of barbed-wire had been a scandelizing idea for Piltover citizens, until the genius of the cities artists had created something beautiful, almost artistic, out of the gate blocking unauthorized persons from one side to another.

The beauty of the gate didn't hide the dry, dark grey speckles along the spikes, that hadn't been hosed off from the last attempted trespassing from the Lanes side.

You swallowed again, the light fog of the upcoming night making it hard to see through the gate, the expansive path of the silver bridge into the Lanes. The officer was correct about one thing, you didn't necessarily want to find yourself on stuck the other side. But your mentor, a pharmacist who had taken you under their wing at the urging, and financial aid of your well-off family, had been nearly shrill as they woke you up, missing a quarter of their respiratory stocks.

"I smell the Lanes, you can taste the reek they left behind!" They had cried, a bit dramatically, falling back into the desk chair and covering their face with their hands. "Gods help me, the last thing I need is a sick rat from the Lanes coming in here! Enforcers will think I'm supplying their little tantrum across the channel, we'll be ruined!" Dragging a hand along their face, they grumbled unhappily, "Not to mention what kind of nasties that pest left behind. We'll have to disinfect this entire shop..."

"Thankfully, they didn't take our sterilizers," You attempted to sooth, frowning as you ran a gaze over silver, grey vials missing their brethren on the shelves, before turning to your mentor. "We can fix this without the Enforcers, i'm sure. There's only one way to-and-from Piltover to the Lanes, I could try and cut them off, figure out why they needed it..."

"We know why, it's because they're greedy, foolish and enjoy damaging our city for no good reason but for laughs and boredom." Your mentor scoffed, sighing after a moment of agitation mutterings, "Oh, I'll just call an sheriff, explain things. Hopefully they'll find the thief soon enough, and do that poor wretch a favor by putting it out of it's misery before it spreads a sick throughout the city..."

The offhand thought of someone in desperate need of medication, punished to the highest degree in their frantic necessity, made you uncomfortable, and you were quick to cut them off. "No need, truly. If I'm not back by tonight, you can make a report. But let me check about and make sure it's not just a prank, or something we can resolve non-violently."

"A prank," Your mentor repeated dryly, but eager for any sort of resolution, they waved you off before hobbling back upstairs to the adjoined apartment of the clinic's building.

The moment they were out of sight, you took a moment to wrestle with your head and heart. Your head, ever clinical and detached, was telling you to simply walk out, flag-down the nearest officer and have them clear up this mess with a set of cuffs and a returned bag of medications.

Your heart was whispering of the plight of someone desperate, running about with what could be any sort of lung-ailment, and grabbing your day-satchel, you sighed deeply as you felt your heart winning.

Thankfully, your head chimed in once more to grab your mentors signature and stamp in order for a bridge crossing. If it was truly a fissure-folkperson, there was only one way in-and-out of Piltover they could've taken, and, in present time, as you stepped through the opened twisted metal gates and onto the iconic Piltovian bridge, you hoped the setting of a true middleground between cities would be enough to calm any nerves.

At the very least, yours, because you could feel your normally steady hands shake as you slipped behind a pillar just a quarter of the way out, hands reaching down to grab the marble railing with a small breath.

You glanced up over the expanse of charcoal and gleaming silver waters, before raising your gaze over to the beautiful show of silvers, greys and whites that stretched across the horizon as a ivory sun began to dip along the horizon.

Once, you were told the sun was golden; a rich, exciting and warm color, a trait of Piltover in fact. You had to take the word of it as fact, for in this life, it took making eye-contact with a single solitary other being in order for the world to come to life in a million more shades and hues than you could ever dream of.

As a child, you had tried to squint into the eyes of every passing person, before your parent scolded you for the impoliteness of such an action. You had not been able to contain yourself, the world of color seemed so distant yet within reach. The only favor you had to do in the universe, to earn such a privilege, was to connect your gaze with that of a stranger. For the child-you, desiring and ever-curious, it had seemed like such a simple task, and one that made your eyes water slightly every time you failed, and your world remained in shades of monochrome.

You had outgrown most of such desires, but even now, as you feel your hands calming as you tasted the salt of the sea on your lips, you felt a small pang in your chest at the idea of how much longer it would take, if ever, to meet your predestined other half.

The last thought you had, before a shot rang out and cries of alarm and barking orders sounded at the mouth of the Piltover side, was if your soulmate too felt the desire to see the fabled other-world of hues and shades as much as you did.

The barbs, sharp as cat-claws, dug through his gloves as he hauled himself over, but Silco pushed through the pain as he threw himself over the top of the hideous gate, landing effortlessly before taking off. Cuff hanging off the one hand they managed to grab before he wrestled free, still swinging on his wrist. The creaking of the gate opening behind him, at the behest of outraged Enforcers giving chase as his legs pumped, and he heard the telling-warning of a rifle cocking behind him.

Silco judged the time near-perfectly to duck into a pillar, feeling the breeze of a bullet rocket dangerously pass before the young man took off again. Taking advantage of the pause between reloads, Silco casted a gaze around as he raced down the strip of walkway on the bridge, silver eyes pausing at the sight of a figure couching close to the ground, barely in view, behind a pillar with arms protectively braced over their head.

A rarity for him, he mentally hesitated. Topsider, certainly, but a clear civilian, the greyscale attire clearly unarmored and meant for a pleasant living, not being caught in the crossfire of Zaun and Piltover.

Vander always warded away from civilians, and if this were any other scenario, Silco would agree. A battle for the right to live as one deserved, was a battle between those at the top who step on those on the bottom - those in the middle were simply bystanders.

Unfortunately, in this scenario, a bystander was the perfect distraction Silco needed.

There's was a choked scream as he looped the chain of his cuff over the head and around their neck, fingers looping through the other open cuff as he tugged you up onto your feet, his chest flush to your back as he turned the two of you around to face the approaching Enforcers. "Relax. Listen carefully. You'll get to go home and forget this little nightmare soon enough."

He felt a jolt from his temporary captive as his words breezed past their ear, before you shakily breathed out, eyes locked on the knife he had in his grip, in the same hand he was holding the chain against your throat. In summary, close to your face. "I-i... you're the sick one? From the Lanes, y-you... you were in my shop." An unfamiliar, unnatural but warm crawl went up his spine as he heard the muttered speech, but he kept his eyes forward, at the stone-still line of Enforcers a dozen yards away.

"I'd apologize for the stealing," He lied, smoothly enough for it to sound like truth. "But the supplies were quite necessary. And I'm a bit busy at the moment." A beat, than he breathed even lower, "Follow my steps, and play nice." There was a thick rustle of chains as he felt the echo of your hard swallow, but as he took a step back, you were quick to follow.

One step after another, not daring to tear his gaze from the equally-slow backing of the squadron in front of him, they were at the apex of the bridge when the gate clanged shut, the firm, cold locking mechanism echoing over the length of the bridge before them.

"Don't worry, you're one of them, they'll let you back in." He muttered bitterly as he felt you stiffen against him at the sight of your way home barred and closed to you. "You had a permit-" Silco stilled as he heard the echo of a rifle being cocked once more, an order to ready fire.

"Yes," You muttered weakly, a tremble in your voice. "But the Officer was very, very hesitant to let me cross anyway. Thought it was a forgery."

"Damn it."

The Zaunite smoothly released the doomed Piltovian from the chain looped around their neck, before grabbing their upper-arm securely before turning with them and racing back to the Lanes side as the first bullet ricocheted off the ground the they speed over.

The pain of a lucky hit skimming the side of his arm, has Silco letting out a pained hiss as they race through to the Lanes...

The pain of his arm, however, is nothing compared to the pain that shakes his entire being as, after depositing the two of you on the docking area a block from the bridge, he turns to look at the panting Topsider he was stupid enough to save.

Meeting his eyes, your world explodes, and you wonder if a Enforcer marksman somehow got the luckiest hit in the world from a quarter-mile from the bridge you are. The choked scream you release is echoed in his own loud groan of pain. You feel one hand blindly reach out to secure yourself on the rusted railing overlooking the docks, the other grinding the heel into your eye as your mind and vision struggle to comprehend the total overstimulation of your senses.

It feels like everything is alight, and frigid at once. Like the full-body shock you had, upon hearing his voice for the first time, but amplified to cover all of your senses.

Your legs give out as you begin to pant, the sudden stabbing-sensation behind your eyes fading as you suck in breaths from your teeth. Hearing he is no better, but his growls instead of the pained whines you make, makes you want to reach out and see if he is alright, though you dread opening your eyes to all... that again.

Still, your heart once again winning over your head, you slowly begin to crack open your eye, wincing immediately at how... vibrant. How bright. How different the world suddenly looks, and you hear a similar sharp-intake of breath, signaling your half-captor, partial rescuer, is looking upon the same thing.

It would take a couple of days for the two of you to familiarize yourselves with colors, picking up the exact names and cues for the shades known. At the moment, however, you don't need to know the titles of a single hue as your lips part, and you stare around at the significant changes of the world around you. The ever-shifting blues and navy's of the channel. The pinks, oranges, reds and approaching darkness in a sky highlighted by a ball of golden so bright, it might as well still be the ivory you've seen all your life...

It's the bridge, though.

Because, of course it is, it's that bridge that truly is the first thing to take your breath away, and on shaky legs, you raise yourself up on the railing to peer up at it in the sunlight. Someone had told you the sun was golden, but the sweeping creams and shimmering accents of the bridge truly makes the definition of golden mean something to you: warm, exciting and rich.

You could stare at it for hours. Stare at a lot of things for hours, actually, but you hear the young man (your soulmate, Gods...) give a small hitched breath, and you turned to see the awed expression he just couldn't hope to contain.

"It's..." Voice hoarse, arm braced on the top railing, he looks up with the wide, bright, and later you'll find out, green eyes of almost childlike astonishment. Like he'd never expected this to happen, trained himself not to wish for it, but had longed for it anyways; the gift of color. You imagined your expression was no different, but watching the emotions fly through his wide gaze, it can't help but soften, and warm, as you stare at this man the universe has decided to forever link you to.

"It's... pretty." Something forlorn and miserable begins to fill his otherwise amazed eyes as he runs his gaze along the clean, gorgeous and powerful icon of Piltover. Like he's looking at something he can't have, and you, some silly sentimental part of you that's still the child who would openly stare at other kids in hope for your world to be awashed anew in light, open your mouth and say the first thing that comes to mind:

"You're beautiful in color."

The man turns abruptly, and looks at you; at something he can have.

"And... you're a Topsider." He points out, eyes slowly narrowing despite the flush on his ears. You can't help but openly run your gaze over him, closing your slightly-parted mouth as you take him in fully, not just as various shades of monochrome.

You know he's doing the same, but attempting to be more subtle. Still, you catch the way his lingering eyes flicker over you nonetheless, the natural guarded look in his eyes softening slowly in the peace between you two during your studying. That is, until your gaze settles on the dark patch on his arm; for a moment, you think it black, but there's a furious tinge to it that makes you think of blood, and your head finally wins over your heart.

"You're hurt," You breathe as you stoop beside him, reaching despite the flinch he gives as you take his arm in yours. "Full of observations, aren't we?" He mutters, attempting to be dry but there's a genuine layer of humor in his tone.

"Only of the obvious," You murmur back, pushing up his sleeve to his elbow and quickly reaching into your satchel to pull out the necessary needs, a washcloth, small vial of disinfectant and wrap. Needed for on-the-run trips around your city, you're grateful to have it as you reach out to him, stilling slightly as he again flinched back.

You meet his eyes (seafoam, you'll later decide) and quietly assure him under the narrowed, still suspicious gaze, "I'm going to clean it. I'm a pharmacist, but I know how to heal, I was trained." The neutral curve of his mouth dips into a frown, despite your words as he counters, "I'm from the Undercity. You truly want to assist with a fissure-folk's injuries?"

A challange, based on the way he spits out the Piltovian term, that you meet head-on as you straighten. "You need help. I would do it, no matter who or what you are." "And if I wasn't your soulmate?" "Still would've done it. It doesn't matter to me."

A beat, as the two of you gaze at each other. Then you repeat it, slowly, low and firmly as you gaze into his eyes. Piltovian or Zaunite, it doesn't affect you, "It doesn't matter to me."

He holds your gaze for a moment longer, searching for a waver, a flinch or a lie in your eyes. He must find none, because he then slowly holds his injured arm out, and quietly says, "My name is Silco."

You give him yours, gently holding a firm grip on his hand as you apply the sting of the disinfectant, holding him as he fails to hold back a wince at the cool sensation. You feel your soulmate, Silco's gaze on you as you work, muscles growing relaxed under your touch at the repetitive motion of you wrapping his arm up. They tense slightly once more as, once done, you reach for his hand, quietly opening his fists to reveal barbed-cut palms.

"... What symptoms are you experiencing?" You ask after cleaning the first palm, tightening the wrap on it before reaching for his other. He gives you it with more ease now, though frowns at the question, growing deeper at your next, "For the medicine you took. It was all for the lungs, right? I can't detect any respiratory issues during our... run, so I'm a bit lost..."

"... not for me." He admits after a minute, "There's something running through Zaun, it's catching onto a lot of people... we've already lost too many, and waiting for a lucky-break in the next shipment would've cost us much, much more." Frowning, you look up at him as you finish tightening the final bandage into place, not moving your hand from his immediately. "Might be neumona, it spreads quickly and is catastrophic, especially in the undercity... What did you take with you?"

Hesitance beginning to evaporate, he reaches up and pulls the strap of the bag he has slung over his chest, handing it to you for you to inspect. Your breath catches as they dart over the colored vials in the bag, stunned in the realization that so many vibrant shades had been lining the shelves of the shop mere feet away from you, but you take in the types that he's grabbed with a critical look. "This is a good start, but it'll only help slow the spread. We'll need to experiment a bit to find something to heal the ones already infected..."

"We?" He repeats, and again, you meet his gaze, and the faded, but not-quite-gone challange in his gaze. "We," You confirm, watching a bit more of that frostiness melt from his gaze as you manage a small smile, tilting your head towards the bridge. "Can hardly go home now, anyways... and it sounds like you could need all the help you can get." Silco lets out a small huff, tired, but a small bit of relief in his eyes. From the idea of his Brothers and Sisters getting the help they need, or the fact that you were planning to come along into the underground with him, you don't ask in order to clarify.

You only realize you're still holding onto his hand when he reaches up, lifting himself onto his feet and pulling you up with him. Once standing, you find your eyes unconsciously flicking back over to the grand Bridge of Piltover, once more taking in the ornate details of the bridge. You're not quite sure when you'll see it again, and despite a part of you squirming at the sight of the place where Enforcers, the defenders of the city, had opened fire on two suspected Undercity trespassers, you want to hold the memory of it's impressiveness for a while yet.

You glance back at Silco, and the two of you share a small, breathless chuckle when you both realize you've been looking at the exact same thing.

His chuckle surprisingly doesn't stop as he turns the two of you away from the waterfront - in fact, it grows into a quiet round of laughter as he leads the way for you into the Lanes, his wrapped hand warm in yours as he leads you down to the Underground.

"It's, heh..." He glances back to you, the shadows of approaching-night making his green eyes glow as he takes you into the shadows, smirk just as prominent.

"It's just a bit funny... Vander told me not to bring any Topsiders home."

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crab-instruments · 3 years ago

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Lock and Key Extra - Silco's POV 3

Master <Part 2 Part 4-5>

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: After stumbling into a job with Silco as your new boss, you seek to prove yourself worthy to the Kingpin. Shenanigans ensue. As your relationship grows, so do the feelings you deny.

Warnings: angst

Beta Reader: @unfocusedfish

Silco could feel how uncomfortable and out of place you felt. It seemed to vibrate off of you. This was not a normal task for you, but he was thankful to have you near him. Nothing exciting should happen during this meeting. Too many people. It was best to keep up appearances, however.

When your fidgeting only seemed to get worse, Silco thought of how he could alleviate it. It wasn’t because he cared or anything, it didn’t look good for you to seem apprehensive. At least, that’s what he told himself. It was becoming harder to deny the feelings he had for you. You being here was a testament to that. Silco had plenty of muscle he could have used in your place that would have been better suited for the job. But he wanted you.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Silco made a point of not facing you when he spoke.

“Sorry, sir. I’ll stop thinking right away.” You spoke in a hushed voice in response and Silco grimaced. This wasn’t what he had in mind. Your humor was a deflection, so he needed to try something different. Silco sighed, shifting his weight. He remembered from the conversation on the way over you were practicing a new technique to use during meetings and when sneaking through hideouts. You seemed so happy to discuss your progress, maybe that would calm you down.

“What was the newest trick you said you were learning? Lip-reading?” Silco watched as a slight jolt of excitement shot through you and he knew he was successful. He hoped you wouldn’t think about the question too deeply.

“Yes. Lip-reading. Though I’ve only been able to practice with Jinx, which is a challenge in and of itself, I think I’ve gotten pretty good.”

Silco raised an eyebrow. He could imagine Jinx being a difficult partner to practice with. With all the people around waiting, it would be easy to find a conversation to test your ability. “Them. They seem to be having a lively conversation. Tell me what they are saying.” He watched as you found the men he pointed to and how you furrowed your brow in concentration.

“The one facing this way, he’s saying... ‘You go. You go.’” Silco watched you closely as mouthed the words silently, a slight smile on his face. Watching the gears in your brain work was always enjoyable. It was a great feeling to be around someone with more than one brain cell every once and a while. You turned and shrugged, “That or he’s saying the name ‘Hugo’ over and over. Maybe, ‘You go, Hugo.’”

The Industrialist glanced around once more. “Them.”

When Silco heard you clear your throat, he knew he would have to hold back a laugh. “I believe that he just said, ‘I am fookin’ tired of waitin’ ‘round, how long isit gunna take?’ Do you know what ‘it’ is?”

“I assume ‘it’ refers to the business at hand. I agree with the man, however crass he may say it. How about them?”

You hesitated and Silco started to internally panic that you had caught on. He relaxed only when you started talking again.

“He’s… talking about how… his daughter makes him special bread that he hates, but he eats it anyway, because he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that.”

Not a direct quote? How suspicious. Silco huffed. “You made that one up, didn’t you?”

“Can you read lips to prove me wrong?” You challenged.

“No, I suppose not.” He smirked as he replied, one of which you matched.

When he caught your eye, Silco saw his feelings reflected back. He wanted to hold onto the look forever, it was like he was young again, before all of this, before Vander’s betrayal, before the bodies became too many to count.

Some bastard came in from the door near the two of you, running into you. Before Silco could yell at the guy for the audacity, you stumbled and he reached out to stop you from falling. Once steady, he was ready to lay into the guy.

“Do you have any sense of self-preservation? You think you can just waltz anywhere you want to and people will move out of your way? Who the fuck do you think you are? I will have you—”

Silco couldn’t finish the threat, your voice interrupting him. “Silco, get down!” You knocked him back with more strength than he expected you to have. He didn’t have time to think about bracing himself for the impact against the hard floor, but the pain never came to his head. When he opened his eyes, Silco realized you had wrapped your arms around his head, and his face was very close to your sternum.

The two of you stayed like this for a few beats and Silco thought he was losing his mind. Was he drugged? But you finally released him, leaning back enough to stare sheepishly. He could never fully understand what went on in your head sometimes, it was as if it randomly failed to compensate for the genius moments you had. He didn’t even bother to look around him and take in how this looked, he was more impressed that anyone would do such a thing for any reason. Silco searched your face for answers, willing you to speak, to make sense of why you put him in the awkward predicament.

“Um—I heard—there was—I swear—” an explosion filled the air, answering everything. He quickly covered your head with his arms, mirroring the exact safety barrier you had done for him not seconds ago. It was purely on instinct, he needed to protect something so precious to him. You had figured out this was a trap and attempted to save his life, even if it wasn’t the correct timing. “Oh, thank fuck, that could have been really embarrassing.” You stood quickly, helping Silco to his feet.

Smoke filled the area. Silco could hear you coughing but this was nothing compared to how the Undercity was before. He lost sight of you but two shadows came forward. Ah, so this was the plan all along. One grunt was faster than the Kingpin expected, catching a right hook under the jaw. Silco recovered quickly and grabbed his knife.

He wouldn’t need it, however, when he saw the look in your eyes.

It was rage. A fire that could not be put out. Gone was the innocence Silco cherished in you. The anger reminded him too much of the betrayal that plagued his soul. Silco wanted to remove the pain from you immediately, but all he could do was watch as you fought the two head on.

When you took out one, he went to move in but the second was quicker, knocking the pipes out of your hand. After you recovered, he watched as you went to pull out a knife, but saw only a bouquet appear.

“Flowers? What do ya plan to do with those?”

Using the confusion to your advantage, you heaved forward, beating the man aggressively in the face with the flowers. Thrown off kilter, the man fell backwards. You jumped on him, punching him in the face until he became unresponsive and then some.

Silco’s feet finally moved forward.

“That’s enough.” The fire was gone, replaced with a glassy look. Silco wasn’t sure if he should be relieved. “We have to go.” Before standing, he watched as you shoved the bouquet into the man’s mouth.

Without a second thought, Silco took your wrist and led you away from the chaos that took over the mine.

“Sevika! Let’s get out of here.”

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Silco was pissed.

“Sevika, how did this happen? You were supposed to make sure nothing went wrong and yet we were ambushed. What the hell happened?”

Sevika crossed her arms and stared daggers at her boss. While used to verbal beatings from him, she had gotten used to the softer side that had shown itself since your arrival. And she had a feeling of where this was actually coming from.

“You know damn well it was a risk. Any time you have a meeting away from The Last Drop it could be a trap. You’re upset about how your favorite toy got involved and hurt. They are completely fine, I’ve trained them, just a few scratches.” She gestured towards you who was sitting on the couch.

While she knew you were physically fine, she could tell you were mentally shutting down. It may have been your first real fight. Knowing you, you probably had talked your way out of most situations, as you tried many times during training. Sevika couldn’t fully grasp why you looked so checked out, but she had known it was only a matter of time.

“I warned you, if you didn’t do something about them—this—whatever this is—it would come to bite you in the ass.”

Silco rolled his eyes. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had done your job, don’t try to put the blame on me. You’re lucky I won’t have your head for this.”

Sevika’s eyes went wide, an incredulous look on her face. “You’ll have my head for this? Do you even hear yourself? Kill me, who has been doing your dirty work without question for years over something you know wasn’t my fault? I can’t believe this. For some rat that you found on your couch one morning and haven’t been able to get rid of.

You’re only mad because your pet got hurt and you don’t know how to deal with the feelings. Just admit it. You’ve fallen hard, Silco, and you need to get a grip and do something about it. Get rid of them or accept responsibility for the effect you have on them. You’re losing it and I refuse to be dragged down with you.”

Silco watched as Sevika stormed out before remembering you were in the same room. Had you heard everything that was said? If you did, why hadn’t you spoken up? He walked around to stand in front of you, kneeling, and examined your face. Your eyes were out of focus, only staring at the blood on your fist.

Sevika was right, of course. Silco was possessive of the innocence you brought to him, the reminder of a simpler time, something to work towards. He put you in the position to be corrupted in an attempt to protect you from it. Truly inevitable, everything Silco touches gets poisoned one way or another.

What could he do to fix that? He couldn’t untangle the mess he created, could he?

He called your name and finally recognition came back into your eyes.

“Yes?” It was dark, only a flickering light for the entire office.

Silco stared into your eyes, trying to find answers to the questions that plagued his mind, but when nothing came, he sighed and stood up. He grabbed a rag, dipped it in some water, and walked back over, holding out his hand for yours.

“Si-Silco, I can—”

“Your hand.”

In defeat, you gave your hand up. He cleaned the wounds gently, taking his time to be careful not to hurt you. Silco watched for any time you winced and readjusted. Once he felt satisfied, he went to check over the rest of your arms, careful not to hurt you any worse.

“You won’t be put in a situation like that again.” He couldn’t look you in the eyes when he made his admission.

“What? Why? I know I wasn’t fast enough, I’m sorry, I can become better, faster, stronger, whatever. I just—I’ll learn—”

“You’ll learn, what, how to become a vicious killer overnight?” It was then Silco made eye contact.

“Ye-yeah, I’ll do it. I’d do anything.” He held on to your words, expecting more but getting nothing.

Silco held your gaze for a long time before standing. “That is the problem. You’re more valuable where you are.”

“Silco—” When you stood, he watched as you winced in pain and all he wanted to do was kill the two fuckwads who did this, slowly and very painfully. Silco couldn’t help but show it for a second before controlling his face. He couldn’t control himself from taking a step towards you but quickly righted himself by walking towards the window so he wasn’t looking at your face anymore.

“This isn’t up for debate. Leave now.”

It hurt him a lot, in ways he hadn’t hurt in a while, knowing what he was doing was hurting you.

“I’m sorry for failing you, sir.”

The crack in your voice cut deep. The door closed behind you Silco held his breath as he stared at it. “The only promise a puzzle makes us is an answer. Liking the answer doesn’t factor in.”

Part 4-5

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The ending quote is said by Sherlock from the show Elementary.

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#lock and key #lock and key extra #silco x reader #silco x you #silco x oc #lol silco #arcane silco

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riymeep · 3 years ago

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Can I just talk about something I find disgusting?

Okay, so, I recently became a part of the Arcane fandom and the majority of people I’ve seen are normal and have the popular ships like VixCait. But then I start scrolling through some fanfiction with and I have found some about Silco xJinx.

Let me repeat that.

SILCO X JINX

SILCO AND THE YOUNG GIRL HE ADOPTED

I know that some scenes between them were VERY uncomfortable and weird but their relationship was literally designed to be uncomfortable and it does a good job at showing how twisted and terrible their relationship is, even if Silco does care about Jinx. And that is definitely no excuse to think about Silco being attracted to his daughter and giving into “his sexual urges toward a young Jinx”.

Yes. That is a part of a summary of a fanfiction I found when searching under the tags powder and arcane.

Again, the majority of the fans I’ve seen are normal and only see Silco and Jinx as father and daughter and there are great fan fictions and fan art of them getting along like that. I don’t want to make out the entire fandom to be terrible. But it’s just those disgusting few that I hate and just wonder about what’s wrong with them.

Anyways, that’s all from me. I think you can get how disgusted I am by this.

#arcane #terribleships #Silco #Jinx #powder #powder arcane #arcane jinx #arcane silco #arcane: league of legends #fandom #just why

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aeolid-funkt · 1 year ago

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I've had a headcannon for a while that she's had burn scars from chemicals and/or normal fire on her forearms and maybe her thighs(those being chemical) even since way before the bridge. Jinx is reckless, and no matter how good you are, there's gonna be mishaps when you're making IEDs, yknow, so she would bring up her arms to protect herself, or she'd put her hands in the danger zone, not wear proper safety gear, etc, and then she would get blasted or burnt.

And I like the idea that silco knew how to deal with burn scars via massage, so he was able to mitigate a lot of the tightness from them, but then after the bridge he isn't there bc she shot his ass, so the new scars get way tighter than the old ones. And Jinx knows how to deal with them but she refuses to bc it feels wrong to when it's not him doing it. and then she feels his absence when she feels the tightness and Yea

Also the hc is compatible w cannon bc she covers her arms with those sick ass gloves so I can just believe it 100% with no contradiction

W/ the singed surgery. I imagine she got legit dissected like it's a bio classroom. Vivisected, whatever. I mean singed stuck a needle inside her actual ear and that's just what was on camera. Plus his medical equipment was properly bloody. So I'd imagine she has these super thin, faint incisions around basically any part of her that would need to be altered to make her a one-girl shimmer factory. Which would probably mean some pretty uncomfy places, given where enzymes and hormones and stuff are produced. Around her throat, stomach chest etc. I am so morbidly curious about that surgery my god

I definitely think that jinx would never consciously, intentionally hurt herself-- at least pre-bridge, bc A, silco wouldn't like it and B, she wants her body to be in a good shape for combat, BUUUT she would subconsciously seek out situations that happen to give her scars then rationalize it after the fact. Then she'd go to silco to nurse them. Actually, she'd only go to silco when she's young. Older, she'd probably deal with it herself so that she doesn't have to feel like a burden, but then she'll test if silco notices.

No but I love that in cannon she's keeping scars from the bridge, and they're not subtle or super faint. I just think it makes her design so much more yum

have any jinx scars headcanons?

hmmm I imagine jinx is fairly riddled with scars, both because of yk. her always inflicting and taking violence but also because even something like chicken pox is likely to scar and I doubt zaun is big on bio-oil. plus, she's a kid whose main mean of transport is parkour they are always on some fuck ass old pipes and shit, I had scars as a kid from climbing construction sites shehjsj

the biggest ones I wpuld say or rather I like to hc shsjjs would be burn scars from the bridge explosion, likely some scarring from singeds greys anatomy meets doctor moreau moment, those visible shimmer veins, overall she's not a porcelain princess and I love that for me, I love imperfect bodies. burn scars in particular tend to be either this uneven raised pinkish skin (think fresh scars after knife cuts) or thick tight tissue that can be really uncomfortable which adds to discomfort that I imagine that level of shimmer produces already

cw self harm

gillian flynn wrote in an essay that when she was writing sharp objects she came to understand act of cutting as a lonely and comforting both due to the, ofc, self-violence but also the mending after - when you take care of an injury you did yourself it becomes an act of self-soothing. in this similar vein I think of jinx putting herself in line of danger as something similar - there's ofc her lack of regard for her safety and life and her suicidal tendencies but then there's the part where she mends herself or maybe she would seek out someone else for it (which we wouldnt see in canon because the one time we see her do it in canon she's not on good terms with anyone lmao). so there's the part of wanting the injuries amd then there's the part where nursing scars and wounds is where you comfort yourself or receive comfort

#jinx #cw self harm

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sapphic-alcina-dimitrescu · 3 years ago

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Aftermath.

@transgirl-artemis

Némain had returned to Zaun sometime after the explosion that took her legs. Under the disapproving glares, she marched herself to the Last Drop, sitting at the bar. Silco had been warned of her presence and sat down beside her. “Can I help you?” It wasn't a question that he asked. The words he meant to say, the hidden words, were “what are you doing here?”

“What? Can't a girl get a drink?” She asked, answering his question with one of her own. He nodded to the barkeep to take Némain's order. She took a sip. Silco looked down at her legs. “Heard about the explosion. Not surprised that you survived. You always were a survivor.”

Némain tapped a finger on the wooden bar counter. “It wasn't Jinx.” She replied. Silco tilted his head, glaring openly at her. Némain met his mismatched gaze with her own. “The explosion, I mean. It wasn't like her. It wasn't random, it was methodical. Well planned through, not extravagant. And there wasn't her scent, or her monkey graffiti.” The wolf girl explained. “I think someone was trying to set her up. The Council were trying to accuse her at the hearing, but I defended her. I know it wasn't her.” She heard more footsteps getting closer to the bar, and Sevika and Jinx arrived. The two young adults waved at each other, it was awkward, what with Powder becoming Jinx and Némain living in Piltover instead of Zaun, but they maintained some friendship from long ago, before Grayson died.

“So why did you come down here?” Silco asked.

Némain swirled her cup, watching the drink swirl. “I quite like it here.” Sevika slapped the drink from Némain's hand, resulting in gold and purple eyes glaring up at her. “I'm here to make sure you know that I don't blame Jinx for what happened to me. And that I want to find the real culprit, and kill them for trying to taint her name.”

Sevika scoffed. “You'd kill them to preserve Jinx's name? Why not for yourself? For the legs they took from you?” She asked. Némain's gaze fell upon Sevika's arm, the one that had been lost when Powder's monkey bomb took out that damned bulding long ago. “Why would I? Unless they're also the people who abused me and others like me, I have no personal ties to them. I feel no hatred on them for myself. But they blew the library up, and people are accusing Jinx. That, I shall not allow.” Jinx bounced on the balls and heels of her boots, like the adorable kid she was. Némain could faintly hear the telltale sign of steel tapping against the ground and from the sudden awkward silence, knew that Camille Ferros had arrived. “You can take the Zaunite from Zaun but you can never remove Zaun from the Zaunite.” Camille's robotic purr sounded from behind. Némain spun herself around and grinned sheepishly at her adoptive mother. “Hey Mama Camille.”

“I thought I'd find you down here.” Camille didn't say hello back, that was normal for them. Silco had to shake his head at Sevika so that she wouldn't attack (or draw her weapons at) Camille. The cyborg scanned the room, noting that she was unwelcome. But so was her daughter, as she could tell. Silco turned back to Némain. “What is she doing down here?”

Némain honestly didn't have a clue apart from “probably for me.” She pursed her lips. “I kind of sneaked down here against her demands.”

“You are grounded when we return to Piltover.”

Némain made a face. “I'm like twenty!”

“And I am still your legal guardian, just as Silco is Jinx's.” Silco couldn't argue there. Jinx tilted her head, before jumping into a chair beside Némain, spinning on it. Camille turned to Silco. “Do you have any ideas on who could have been the one behind the explosion? I agree with Némain that it wasn't Jinx.”

Silco rubbed his temples. “No.” He moved his hand to wipe his face. “Maybe Glasc knows.”

“No.” They looked to Camille. “No.” She repeated. Silco, Sevika and Jinx didn't understand, but Némain knew why Camille was shutting down the idea of asking the Chem Baroness, Renata Glasc, who she thought was responsible for the explosion. After all, Camille was partially responsible for the murder of Renata's parents over thirty years ago. “I don't think she did it, either. The scent didn't smell local of either Piltover or Zaun.” Némain shook her head. “Whether or not she knows will have to remain a mystery unless she comes to us, because Mama Camille won't let me go near Renata.”

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zutaralesbian · 4 years ago

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About

Hi! My name is Danielle.

Fandoms:

Bold means absolute favorite and I lowkey probably won’t follow if you hate them

Shameless US:

Faves: Mickey Milkovich, Fiona Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Karen Jackson, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Svetlana Yevgenivna, Veronica Fisher, Lip Gallagher (my confliction lol)

Ships: Ian/Mickey, Early seasons Kev/V, Mandy/Karen (in fics), Lip/Tami. I also lowkey have a soft spot for Lip/Karen

Notes: I don’t truly hate any character except for obvious ones like Terry or Frank. But I will be critical of Lip and some of Ian’s actions post S5 from time to time. I also probably still have old posts floating around that I no longer agree with since I’ve changed my opinions on multiple characters (most notably Debbie and Svetlana). Oh, I DO hate Jimmysteve though lol

Killing Eve:

Not really much to say about this one. I love Villaneve and Eve and Villanelle. I am very critical about the show as a whole though because Sally Woodward Gentle is a homophobic hack. Also, don’t follow if you’re one of those Villanelle stans that shits on Eve. We love both in this house.

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

Faves: Katara, Zuko, Azula, Aang, Toph, Suki, Sokka, Iroh, Mai

Ships: Zuko/Katara (obviously lol), Azula/Mai/Ty-Lee, Aang/Toph, Sokka/Suki, Katara/Yue, Azula/Suki, Zuko/Jet, Zuko/Mai (lowkey)

Notes: I’m a firm believer that Azula is a lesbian. So while I respect people’s rights to headcanon her differently, I probably won’t follow if you post a lot of shippy stuff of her with men. Not a huge fan of Legend of Korra but I respect Korra as a character.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power:

Faves: Catra, Adora, Glimmer, Bow, Entrapta, Scorpia, Mara, Mermista

Ships: Catra/Adora, Bow/Glimmer, Entrapta/Hordak, Mara/Light Hope, Mermista/Sea Hawk

Notes: Glimmadora shippers DNI unless you’re normal. Anyone that describes themselves as “spop critical” is an immediate red flag from me because of the lesbophobia, misogyny, and victim blaming I’ve seen from that crowd.

Arcane:

Faves: Jinx, Vi, Ekko

Ships: Jinx/Ekko

Notes: I don’t hate Caitvi but I also don’t really care about it either (sorry 😞). To me, the tragic sisterhood of Jinx and Vi is by far the most compelling dynamic on the show and it isn’t even a contest. I have complicated feelings about Silco and his relationship with Jinx. But DNI if you ship them romantically.

The Hunger Games:

Faves: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth, Cinna, Gale Hawthorne

Ships: Peeta/Katniss, Finnick/Annie

Notes: I enjoy both the Snowjanus and Snowbaird dynamics but don’t really know if I ship them in the typical sense. And it must always come with the backing that Coryo was an abhorrent person that wasn’t truly capable of loving either of them in the right way. But I do believe they both haunt him. I very much dislike Mockingjay as a book and believe THG deserved a better finale. Also DNI if you support the way Suzanne Collins demonized Gale and the rebellion in the end.

Star Wars:

Faves: Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Obi Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian

Ships: Anakin/Padme, Luke/Han, Lando/Han, Leia/Han. And I know I would probably dig Luke/Mara if I ever read the old EU.

Notes: I hate the sequel trilogy overall and prefer to pretend it doesn’t exist. Very anti Kylo Ren in particular, though I don’t have anything against people who like him as long as they respect my right to dislike him.

Buffy: The Vampire Slayer:

Faves: Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane, Tara Maclay, Dawn Summers, Anya Jenkins, Drusilla, Kendra Young, Angel

Ships: Buffy/Faith

Notes: I am anti Spuffy and anti Spike for my own reasons. Don’t care if you ship it but if you follow me you may be exposed to anti posts from time to time. Don’t ship Bangel either but I do respect them as a ship.

Black Sails:

Faves: Max, Eleanor Guthrie, James Flint, Anne Bonny, Miranda Barlow, Madi, Idelle

Ships: Max/Eleanor, Max/Anne, Flint/Thomas, Silver/Madi

Notes: I believe Flint is gay and that Anne is a lesbian and that it isn’t biphobic for me to do so. Imo both Flint’s attraction to women and Anne’s to men were non-existent and/or shown to not be true in the end. I don’t care enough to get into sexuality discourse but that’s my stance. I’m not inherently anti Silverflint but I do resent the behavior of some of the shippers and how they ignore the canon wlw ships on the show in favor of it. Oh and if Charles Vane has no haters, then I am dead. Consider yourself warned lol

Other fandoms: Fear Street, Life is Strange, Reign, Interactive fiction (The Wayhaven Chronicles, Keeper of the Sun and Moon Trilogy, Infamous, and A Crown of Ashes and Flames being my current faves), Wednesday (mostly just Wenclair)

Sometimes I write fic: https://archiveofourown.org/users/We_Were_Younger

#don’t reblog

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