#posessive silco

[ursawastricked]

Staking a claim

Silco x gn!reader (implied afab in some places)

Silco catches Finn's eyes wondering to you during s meeting, and he takes it upon himself to set a boundary and show him as well as the others where you belong

WARNINGS: SFW Fluff, violent impulses, thoughts of violence, mention of knife, jealous Silco, possessive Silco, Finn in general being kinda creep, light man handling (Silco and you) if you squint. Mostly a fluffy, jealous, self indulgent Silco being possessive fic

word count: 1879

The meeting room filled with the sound of the Chen barons banter, talking over each-other, yelling at each other, trying to make the deals that helped their empires survive. Despite this, Silco sat quietly. He held his head, his forefingers resting on his tightened temples as the barons tried to argue over little things that felt rather insignificant, at least to him. His eyes flickered upward as Renni screeched something about her child..his work, why Silco hadn't checked his workers conditions recently. "So tell me Silco, why the FUCK IS MY CHILD COMPLAINING OF A LACK PROPER BREAKS?" She howled like a cat, pointing her finger at the Eye of Zaun as if he was a common resident of the under-city filth. "..If you don't like it..take him for your factories. It's not as if he does much for me, I can always replace it." "It?" She snapped, twitching her head to the side before the rest of the table erupted in annoyance at the remark, aggravated as the subject changed from business. Silco leaned forward, rubbing the bridge of his nose and nearly scraping his nails across the surface of the table as Finn decided he too was going to throw an unwanted opinion into the mix. "Maybe the old man has grown too senile too track who he has working for him?" He snickered, flicking his lighter open again before snapping it closed in time. He smirked amusingly, his golden lower jaw making a light click noise as his upper lip curled. Silco thought he was going to have an aneurysm..this was ridiculous, these people were insane, what the hell happened to business talk? Stats? Perhaps a fucking report on sales or territory? Exhausting..EXHAUSTING. His muscles felt tight, tense and aching from simply being around these people, and he began to memorize exactly how to reach his blade in time if he grew so tense that he would need to bury it in someone's head. As the gaggle continued their squabbles, his kind flickered someplace else, his schedule carefully recited in his head, anything to distract him from this gossip. And that distraction came just in time, his hand nearly to the hilt of his blade when the knock on the glass door cut though the noise in the room, their gaze all falling upon the shadow behind the door before it entered. Sevika glanced at the handle of the door, then to Silco for his approval, which he promptly gave. Opening the door, the Barons watched the shadow form reveal itself. You stood close to the door, hurrying in once it was open. You give a quick nod of hello to Sevika, before turning to find Silco in the sea of Zauns royals. Silco caught your eyes swiftly, sparking a obvious sense of relief in the his gaze as you slowly began to make your way over. Silco moved his gaze away from your form for a moment, "Forgive me for not informing you all before hand," he started, his hand slipping away from his blade easily in favor of placing it instead against the grain of the table, "An associate of mine is here to deliver something important for all of us I believe" His eyes flicked back to you, stopping in front of the group to quickly give a little bow of acknowledgment to the table before awkwardly moving around the opposite side from Silco, not seeing a way to get to him the other way. He glanced over your body as he often did, memorizing the outfit for today..it wasn't often he saw you in trousers. But today you wore an exceedingly high waisted pair, pinstriped down and a button down waist band that extended to just under your breasts, perfectly expressing your curves. As usual though, you wore one of those frilly white button down shirts, fitting loose around your collar bone as you had left the first two buttons go unfastened. The glint of a high neck chocker wrapped your long neck, a lovely black velvet with a lining of gold.. definitely chose that with purpose. The Barons swiftly disregard the new comer, returning to their now mostly business mind set and conversation. Silco explained further, buying you more time to find a way to his side, "My associate," he quietly udders your name, its short..affectionate,  "has found business in surveying the under city..hiding cameras everywhere in order to catch any activity they're able to catch." The words sent a bit of tension around the table, the idea of records being kept of business seeming unnerving, "However, I have struck my deal with our lovely audience" He brought a hand up, gesturing toward you in reference to his comment "And they in turn have offered their services for our cause, in-fact they have already proven quite a valuable asset to my own business..surveillance is a powerful tool in terms of anyone trying to sneak or steal products." He explained, causing the tension to turn quickly to interest. It was true that thieves and the firelights had caused quite a few issues for all the Barons business, but camera..footage of the assailants could help it stop. Silco caught the unrest rising in his gaze, however what he caught also was the Silvery green eyes that had too began to track your careful movements. His attention snapped away from the other barons, letting them begin to whisper and conspire without him, this was more of his concern. Finn had now leaned back in his chair, watching as the figure quietly slipped closer to the head of the table where he resided, his eyes half lidded as he got a closer look at you. You made eye contact with him, giving a polite little greeting as you went to slip behind his chair, only to be cut off as he slid his chair back, offering to let you instead pass in front of him, "Please, allow me, little pet" he purred, swaying his hand across his lap suggestively. You nodded a little awkwardly, a pit of anxious tension settling in ur stomach at the sight of the gold plated man, stepping forward and turning too shimmy past his head of the table. Finns gaze dropped instantly to your lower half, not shy about how interested in the accentuated waist allowed your ass to be far more noticeable. Silco wasn't a jealous man, of course you don't belong to him however..you didn't belong to him by any capacity either. He could feel as his jaw clenched, at the almost painful sound of Finns new nickname for you. His hand slipped from the table, tickling down his side as he could see Finn hungrily watching your form move past, and his fingers grazed over the handle of his blade again. Finn let out quiet whistle as you turned back too your original position, erupting a quiet almost seething rage in Silcos stomach before he recognized the smell of your perfume as you finally arrived to his seat. The click of your heeled shoes finally ceased as you stopped next to Silcos chair. He lifted his searing gaze from Finns face, feeling the sudden chill of his nerves as his eyes met with yours and the fires were suffocated. You awkwardly nodded in hello, this time speaking, "Silco.." you muttered lightly. His hand impulsively moved from his blade, traveling up toward yours out of habit. "Hello dear," he returned, a hushed whisper of affection through a privately used nickname, meeting the feeling of a folder rather than your hand. His nerves tingled a bit, confused by the lack of warmth they expected. After a moment he snapped back to his original mind set, flipping open the folder and nodded after checking for the proper information needed. The folder slide to the center of the table, the Barons watching it as if it were a meal after days of starvation, "these are the recent photos taken from their surveillance of each of the local docks..as you will see they have a wide range that reaches across the under city," he started, not being able to help himself, checked to see that Finn still caught his eyes on you once again. He surveyed the pair as he spoke, "these however are photos I have of the recent firelight raid on a group of my distributors, and now with help we have identified the specific agents," his gaze fixated on the movement of Finn's eyes, flicking to meet Yours and smirking lightly, jutting his head upward as he made an attempt to gain your attention. Which is when he caught your eyes flickered toward the golden jawed man, not giving too much acknowledgment before tensing at the placement of Finns hand on his lap. "Now this all sounds..helpful surly," Smeech started, "what do your private eyes prefer payment?" He asked, tilting his gaze upward to You for her own reply. Silco torn his gaze from the interaction, taking a moment to let the barons fall quiet. You didn't reply, a little too focused on decoding Finns advance, but your attention quickly snapped back as you felt the sudden warmth of a hand snaking around her thigh. "They have agreed to negotiate their prices based on work." Silco cooed, his arm now wrapped around you, hand taking a firm grip on your clothed hip as Silco, tugged you lightly that you leaned against the arm rest in his chair. Your cheeks warm a bit, accepting however the advance, and propping yourself up on the arm rest. The group quietly muttered among themselves, Smeech speaking up again, "I will take the information for your contacts before we leave today," Silco nodded toward him, as well as accepting to gift the contact information to the rest who requested your info. His head tilted up to meet your gaze. In it he found a glimmer of pride, excitement surely at the prospect of this much business. You tilted her head downward, gifting Silco a little chuckle. 'Oh how Lovely..' he thought to himself quietly, slipping his hand further up your form to your rib cage as he tilted his head back to catch Finns frustrated expression. Silco smirked wildly at him, before returning to his business, now with a new toy to play with while the meeting continued. The barons were easy to please after a while, not quite as irritating once he had a firm place to grip on your side. You had now slipped a bit and tilted your weight into his shoulder, a movement Silco caught with eagerness. He didn't need to see you to know your intentions, especially once your hands rested on his shoulder. Reclining against him like a house cat did, however give him a much needed boost to his once sour mood. At this point all he could focus on was Finns annoyed gaze, all fixated on the pair. Deviously sour over the clear claim Silco had made on the pretty newcomer, and simply wanting the meeting to conclude so he could crawl back to whatever slimely home he had come from.

[plagu3dlov3r]

It’s okay. We’ll show them. We’ll show them all.

[perfect-fourth]

@independentzaun

𝄌 Zaun.

No matter how many times he visited the sunken city, no matter how long he dwelled within its' claustrophobic walls, he would never, ever get used to that stench.

He could perceive it in his nostrils even while his face was concealed by one of the most high-end respirators the twin cities had to offer, leaving an uneasy warbling in his guts that made him extra disinclined to participate in any of the more exhilarating activities The Last Drop had to offer him. Though the temptation was there with the ambience of pounding industrial music and dizzying lights, he withheld if only because tonight was not a night of pleasure, but rather of business. Such desires used to be so beneath him before he'd delved into the pale underbelly of this world, something he had taken to lamenting to himself over quietly in the darkest little corner he could find in the place-- alone, nursing a virgin cocktail through a straw he prodded beneath the lip of his fanciful gas mask, but still within ear shot of as many club goers as he could muster. People watching was a skill he'd mastered over his 40 years alive, and his sense of hearing was impeccable.

Alas, none of the discussions he sat in on gave him a single ounce of insight into what he wanted to know. Or rather, what he wanted to find, long gloved fingers straying beneath his cloak to stroke over the ghost of his misplaced hand canon. How could he have been so foolish as to lose his most valued posession? He should have known better than to wander the streets when he was ill, but stubbornness was a sin he'd never been able to forgo. He only hoped that whoever had pilfered Whisper from him when he was unconscious was treating her well. Knowing Zaun, though, the poor weapon had probably already been dismantled and sold off in pieces, no doubt for much less than any of them were worth. The thought of what his benefactors might do to him when they discovered his carelessness made his jaw clench.

No, it was best not to think of the worst possible scenarios. If he was going to find out where his gun was, this place was probably his best chance. If not by eavesdropping, then by networking. He knew of the man who ran this facility, he'd heard many a story about the happenings in Zaun and it's many motley characters, and Silco was surely one who could be of vital use to his own short term goals. He'd already mapped the building out as best he could from his dingy little corner, he trusted it would not be hard for someone of his caliber to sneak into the inner rooms and seek out the owner should he not receive a more direct invitation; though that would have been preferred. He'd been eyeing the large, muscular woman from across the way for half the evening now with hopes of catching her attention, and at one point even decided to hassle the bartender to send the most expensive brew they had her way, courtesy of him. She was clearly some sort of bouncer. That was a good way to invite social interaction, right? Maybe she could get him into the loop. He'd dressed down just enough to not look too suspicious among the other patrons, but surely dropping money as he did would raise a brow.

[jazuthevulcanprincess]

Silco thought he could do literally anything to achieve power, and use that power to make Zaun a sovereign nation. But, the moment Jinx tackled him in a hug and basically asked him to care for her, he lost.

We see him look shocked, and then look up at Vander. Likely, he was empathizing with Powder saying "she is not my sister" and applying it to Vander's betrayal and his own feelings about him after. He chose to accept this child who was like him and decided to give her what he had needed when he was in her shoes. "We will show them all" being his promise; that they both will abandon fear and become strong enough to achieve their dreams.

We see it in Jinx's eye when she looks up from his arm, determination to prove that she is better than Milo said, that she can be strong, she wants to be useful and "ready" so no one will leave her behind like Vi did.

Yet, she also has the weight of her entire murdered family. She internalized from Vi's words and abandonment that she truly is a jinx, and therefore she must be bad. Which I think is why she allies with Silco and his gang, because she basically already worked for him by killing Milo and Claggor, and preventing Vander's successful escape. They all would have left and been fine had she not interfered and she knows that. Just like she never forgot what Silco had done. But, they were the same and she chose him as a father figure.

We don't see Silco be physically affectionate or let his guard down with anyone but Jinx later on, which makes me believe more that him allowing Powder to hug him and holding her isn't normal for him. He could have killed her instead like he planned.

Instead, he fully brings her into his confidence and makes her his family, a daughter to replace the brother he lost perhaps. Every human being needs companionship and Silco is not different just because he does horrible shit. He's human and has human psychology. Them showing Silco has Jinx help *stab him in the eye* regularly shows that she is uniquely close, no one did that before, and he has a hard time without her help.

When Jinx is triggered by her experiment with the hex gemstone, where does she go? To Silco's office. He tells her he can't trust anyone else with building the weapon that will win the war and make their future better. She is his #1, Sevika his #2 as the brothel madam says to Vi. But, she is special.

When Sevika fails, she gets a professional reprimand, and when Jinx hits Piltover he confronts her like an enraged parent. He doesn't hit her like you would expect from someone so regularly violent. And she doesn't seem bothered at all. I think she doesn't regularly get consequences, citing Sevika, Finn, and Rennie's criticism of Silco and how he can't control Jinx, and how that has made him weak and unfit to lead.

Sevika says she is bad for their cause and she is right. Silco ignores or shuts down these criticisms and its unusual because he's is a cutthroat man with a one track mind: to defeat Piltover.

If he was using Jinx for that end, manipulating her as is so often said, he isn't doing a good job. If he was using her and shaping her, she would be his ace, the linchpin in his plan to rule Zaun. She would be his perfect soldier.

But she isn't. She's a liability. All we see is him encourage her, remind her that Vi is gone and can no longer control her or hurt her, he is there to help her, and he thinks she's perfect. That's a father.

Granted, he isn't well versed in mental health so his solution to Jinx's triggers is to give her a baptism so "fear of pain" won't control her; that was his solution so he think it will work for her..

He doesn't know what we know, that PTSD can't be solved by a dip in polluted waters. It's all he can do, however. And protecting Jinx from further trauma by eliminating her sister before she finds out she's back isn't something any of us would do, but it makes sense for his character. He kills problems. He's not gonna set up family counseling for them.

He believes Vi can only hurt Jinx, like Vander hurt him, and Jinx is currently unstable so she can't handle the stress of it. It's not healthy, but that's Zaun.

He also raised her and encouraged her "gadgetry", pushes her to relax with her hobbies and take some time when stressed. He raised her to be strong and raised her to survive in Zaun, so explosives and guns are part of that. She was working on them with Vander and Vi too, and Milo thought she should brawl with them.

The only extra violence he allows Jinx is the same coping mechanism he has of brutalizing people to feel good. If he does it, you expect him to teach her differently? Which is why he isn't an ideal father figure. But, he is the best father he knew how to be.

This is shown to us in the little details of the mug and ashtray we see that Jinx made for him, being on display at all times. He is saying he is proud of her. Even though it doesn't fit his kingpin persona. It's shown in how Jinx goes to him for support, how she wants to make him proud, and how she challenges him like when she mocks his drowning story and his "rants and hard earned lessons". Jinx is comfortable and safe with him, and has agency in their relationship. She disobeys when she deems necessary, like children do.

When we see Silco find Jinx on the bridge, he is stunned and horrified by her injury. When he sees the gemstone in her hand, he has a peculiar blank expression I didn't know how to read at first. But, I think it is the beginning of his realization that he can't sacrifice her for the cause. He thought he could lose /anything/ for power. But, he sees the gemstone, and at the same time the voice over has Cait saying "so it was all for nothing" and I think that's on purpose. If he gains the gemstone at the price of his daughter's life, well its worth nothing to him. And I think that feeling does scare him.

Singed later asks if he is willing to lose her and he can't answer, just says with determination that she can't die, like he won't let her by sheer force of will. Him giving her a forehead kiss, and only on the strap no less, his supposed to show he cares for her, even when he has nothing to gain but her life. Singed sees his love and has to sedate him because he understands.

Silcos character arc wraps up in the dinner scene where he reassures her that she is his daughter and he could never forsake her, which he knows to be true now that he couldn't give her up for Zaun. He isn't mad he's tied up, and he isn't angry when she shoots him. His last words are an affirmation of love, and a plea to be strong.

His character arc culminates in him thinking about protecting someone more than accomplishing his dream. Which is what he hated Vander for. He was undone by having a daughter, like Vander was. He dies a father doing what was best for his daughter. Like Vander did. He finally understands why Vander did what he did, and that family, that Jinx, is worth more than anything.

[insane-arcane]

Imagine Being Sevika's partner and Jinxes parental Figure

~ You worked at the Brothel across the Last Drop as a barmaid. People liked to drink and smoke before or after a good fuck so the Madame who ran the place installed a seating area under the rooms where men and women could drink and get high before or after having sex. Shimmer was a popular under the table sell as well. Sometimes the girls got paid without even touching their client cause they were so drunk or disillusioned from spending time downstairs. The madame gave 25% of her proceeds to Silco as protection money as well as shimmer fees and everyone was happy.

~ Sevika often attended the Brothel after her shift for Silco. She had a thing for small pretty girls and the Brothel kept their girls pretty and clean. She'd usually have a quick smoke or drink before going upstairs. Being a barmaid who worked almost every night she met with you plenty of times. You'd hang around her table or the bar to spend time with her. She was your best customer. She always had a funny story to tell and gave you plenty of gold coins for a tip. She always laughed with you and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on the gorgeous woman. However, you didn't think she'd ever like someone like you. Not when she could afford any of the woman in the Brothel whenever she wanted.

~ One day after a long shift your Madame gets infuriated. A customer offered you a sum of money for sex as you were about to leave for home but you explained you weren't for sale and that you simply served drinks and food. You ended up getting a slap to the face and fired for being too prudish because the client complained and Madame lost a lot of money. He was a Chem Barons son and he wasn't used to being told no. E v e r.

~ Stiffed for the night and not being able to grab your money or any of your posessions from your room you were at a loss of what to do. The brothel was your home even if you didn't work like the other ladies in it. Sevika having a beer at her usual spot saw this harsh treatment. Girls flirt with her ready to take her up to a room but she ends up leaving the brothel for the night not paying for her drink as she storms out.

~ She finds you outside in the cold and in shock. With a puff of her cigar she takes you to her house. You wouldn't call yourselves lovers as she pulls you into bed with her but you knew each other well enough that Sevika couldn't let you freeze in the streets of Zaun. Or sleep on the uncomfortable couch. Little did you know you both had crushes on the other that you thought weren't reciprocated.

~ With her recommendation Silco offers you an apartment and a job at the Last Drop. Instead of being a simple barmaid you become a bar manager. You learn to count and stock inventory, make different drinks, serve them on the bar, give orders to workers, and cook food in the back if necessary. It's a much less taxing job and you get a lot more time off and gold coins to spend. It's honestly better than you ever could've hoped for. And all because of Sevika.

~ Sevika goes to the Brothel less and less and begins hanging out at the Last Drop after work instead. That comes with the risk of being pulled on another mission but it's worth it for you. She enjoys talking with you and has a lot of fun when you joke and tell stories to each other to pass the time. The feelings you have for each other begin to bloom the longer your around each other and become more.

~ Sevika is a bold woman but romantic feelings are something she struggles with. The Lanes aren't a good place for attachments but she can no longer deny her long buried feelings for you. While she was at the brothel spending the night with other woman, you were the one she wanted. Beginning to court you she starts small hoping you'll understand her intentions but you seem naive to her gestures and advancements.

~ It all starts with small gifts, things like nice smelling soaps, food you love, and other expensive but simple pleasures you never had before. Gifts that someone could only give it they paid attention. You take them happily before getting her something equal in return to show how thankful you are for her kindness towards you. She realizes she'll have to be a bit more direct if she wants a date.

~ Jinx starts to notice you around since Sevika is almost always with you. Deciding to screw with you one day Jinx is surprised. You end up stopping your work to listen to her as she rambles about her latest project and some bloody gore stuff hoping to freak you out. You however have a soft smile on your face as you listen to her. You suddenly ask if she's eaten. Realizing she hasn't and asking you why you want to know you go back in the kitchen and make her a sandwich with fries before coming back out.

~ You're patient and kind and gentle with her? It's not something she's used to and as you give her a non alcoholic and sugary drink to go with her food she ends up sipping on it listening as you tell her stories about yourself since she asked you to tell her a little about you. Jinx finds out that day that she likes you a lot. And your sandwitches.

~ Jinx begins to hang around the bar more coming up from her lab or room to socialize. She really likes talking with you and watching you go about the bar working. She begins to bring you little things she makes in her lab as a thank you and you always let her know how much you love them. She craves your praise and attention about her work and what she's doing and gets excited whenever you ask her about her projects and how their going. She gives you detailed updates beaming as you smile and ask her more.

~ This is when problems start. Sevika brings up to Silco how she wants Jinx to leave you alone. Now Jinx and Sevika are the most important people in Silcos life and they both like you. Jinx sees you as another parental figure, someone who gives her attention, affection, and always listens. While Sevika sees you as a potential romance partner that she actively is trying to court. It's making his affairs at the Last Drop messy but he tolerates it because your a good worker and he wants both their happiness. Just know the eye of Zaun is watching you extra close now.

~ You better like playing cards because once you start officially dating and move in together Sevika will constantly challenge you. It's her favorite game and she loves betting because she never looses. With you however, she's not betting with money but with clothing. She likes to spice things up with a fun game of strip poker every now and then enjoying the view as you continue to play against each other.

~ She also enjoys a quiet smoke with you. Sevika likes to hold you close to cuddle and either drink or smoke as you read aloud to her. She likes the domestic way it feels, the gentle softness of it that you can only share in private. How she can just mindlessly play with your hair as she drinks or smokes and you read the story with such a beautiful voice. Dancing in your shared home together where you hold each other and sway isn't off the table either. She's a secret softy but only for you and only in those moments where she gets lost in her love for you.

~ Sevika is not a fan of Jinx, this is glaringly obvious. But your a fan of the blue haired girl and that's her bosses kid so she'll bite her tongue. Jinx makes that really hard though. She has almost snapped and strangled the girl more than once. Sevika has to take you to the other side of Zaun for dates if she wants to go out because Jinx kept crashing them if they were anywhere near the Last Drop. You were a saint to Sevika putting up with the brats shit but she supposed that was one of the reasons why she loved you so much. You were nothing like her.

~ Jinx finds you fun. Your new and different something she always enjoys but your also someone whos earned her respect, something few have. You don't treat her like a child but she's not quit an adult in your eyes either. You don't coddle her like Silco but you don't hate her like Sevika. You treat her like a normal human being and it makes her happy. Your not scared or intimidated by her or her lifestyle and it's honestly refreshing. She also really loves your food. Last Drop food always tastes better if it's made by you.

~ Jinx makes it a habit to visit you all the time as you work. She loves to talk to you about different things as she sits at the bar. Nothing in particular to be honest she just enjoys conversing with you about anything. She'll sip a drink you made her savoring it depsite knowing you could make her another as she tells you about her day, her inventions, her plans. Silco is usually busy so you give her someone to talk too. She likes hearing about yours as well and will always get wide eyed when you tell her something new about yourself. Your so open and free and she admires that about you.

~ It's kind of messy since the two have a long fought fued that's never been resolved but the two woman make it work. They both make you happy and they both care about you so they'll pretend to get along if it means your pleased. Jinx is still obnoxious in her Jinx way and Sevika is still brash in her Sevika way but you love them both and you let them know it with everything you do for them. So if all else fails even if they hate each other they love you and you them.

[a-gal-with-taste]

Terror (NSFW)

Summary: On one hand, Silco imagines that he should be terrified of the power she holds over him - he is not one to give up control, nor power. But she has a certain way, of so effortlessly bringing out a side to him that he never even expected to exist, that he can't mind. Not what it devastates him so, and never makes him feel so alive.

A/N: Too many of you asked for a sequel to this, and I caved. Your welcome, you thirsty daisies.

NSFW|MDNI; Silco POV, rough-sex, p in v, fingering, marking, posessive/breeding kink, internal monologue, if you think Silco TALKS a lot, wait until you see his internal simping in 'action'...

Weakness, falliblity. And need.

How she pulls it out of him so easily, so simply with her actions or even just her presence, he doesn't know. On one hand, Silco imagines that he should be terrified of the power she holds over him - he is not one to give up control, nor power. Can't be, not in this life, not when he has so much to lose, and has already lost so, so much.

And in a way, he is fearful of her. For the moment she steps in, locks the office door, and leans back against it to simply gaze on him with hooded eyes...

Silco fears indeed, that he'll never get this report done.

"I want you." Not a surprise, there didn't seem to be a time where you didn't. He tells you as such, and the laugh hovers lazily in the air at his dry tone. A false-front, you both know it well, but you're still amused. Tilting your head to the side, slowly trailing your gaze over him.

"...I want you, Silco." And there it is, that first thrill up his spine, just from a handful of syllables. And a gaze that never stops piercing him in place, even as his wrist roves over the paper before him, pen in hand. Still smooth, still moving with the grace of a man concentrate and calm. Even though for you, he is anything but.

The ballpoint lifting and falling with every new stroke, is just-slightly offbeat to the sound of your steps.

"Want your arms around me, Sil." If the man takes his eyes off of you for a second, you are already in a position to end him. Now is no different, but you only wrap your arms around his shoulders, knuckles brushing along his sharp jaw as you half-sit on his unused armrest. "Do you now?"

Silco's tone is impassive. You know better, and the hand slinking down to rub a palm along his vested-chest is proof of it. And you grin lowly. "I want your mouth too, love." You use your own then, leaning down to press an impossible warmth to his hairline. A trail it becomes, and he's thankful you've started on the scarred side, so you don't see his other one close as he inhales deeply.

It's no use, you know his weakness, and are using it to your full advantage.

This is proven as your hands coaxs up to cart through hair, and your lips drag from his cheekbone to his ear. Teeth grazing on a lobe as you breathed, "I want you inside me, Silco."

Pen is slowly lowered onto the paper but Silco can hardly call that a show of control, or restraint. Not when you might as well have him by the throat, even though your hands are impossibly gentle. Nails tracing at his scalp, your palm over his shoulder to caress through far, far too many layers, as you rub over his heart... your actions are nothing short of that of a lover, but you bring him to his knees with them all the same.

Still, Silco tries not to collapse under your touch. He will, eventually, but he'd like to attempt to stay balanced even behind closed doors. He's unsure if you'd ever allow him to come back up, otherwise.

"That's quite a lot you are asking for," He murmurs lowly, a chuckle gliding straight into his ear at his next remark. "Perhaps you've gotten greedy."

"You call me, greedy?"

"Considering you have yet to tell me what you offer in return, yes."

Another laugh, and almost sweetly, "Oh, Silco..."

Demolition is in sight, but he still reaches up, gripping your wrist and halting your fingers in his hair. You chuckle still, even as he does not release your hand, and turns so your noses brush, eyes apart with such a slim space of air between them. Caught under eyes full of such bemusment, Silco needs to take a silent breath to steady himself.

Because you know exactly what kind of hold you have on him, even if the one he has on yours tightens slightly, at his question, "What do I get out of it?"

Showing no mercy, your smile widens.

"Me."

Silco has much reason to fear of you indeed. You can unravel him with a two-letter word, and he is no longer the Eye of Zaun, the King of the Undercity, Piltover's underworldly demon or even a refined, controlled man, as soon as the word slips from your mouth.

Silco is terrified with how quickly you can revert him into nothing but a frantic, primal creature, latching onto your lips with such ferocity that it makes the way he tears and rips at your clothes seem gentle.

There's very little gentleness after that, though not for lack of trying. You still glide and gently tug at his hair, even as he wrestles with buttons and zippers, growling at caught-sleeves like he holds a personal vendetta.

Silco does take an extra second to leave a tear more than necessary on the fabric, but give you little time to find humor in his actions. Half-storming into the room, you land on the bed half-clothed, barely given time to rise up before he holds one hand up, the other fighting with the too many buttons of his pants. "Before you got greedy, I remember a time where you would be on your knees. For old times sake?" A part of him feels pride that he's still about to cause a thrill to physically course though your body.

Another part of him comes crumbling down when he sees you slip out of the rest of your clothing, laid bare for him, on your knees as your eyes hungrily watch his progress. Indeed greedy, the Eye finds a distant part of him that still holds some semblance of control under your stare, and slows his hands. Slows down just enough, that he doesn't tear and make another too-quiet visit to a tailor - but still quick.

"Ah-ah, no, don't even think about it," He snarls lowly, tossing his apparel aside and propping himself onto the bed, crowding you as he grabs to still the hands that had started to caress your body. "You said you wanted me-"

"Always have, always will..." You'll be the second-death of him, with words like that.

Silco grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugs it back, burying his mouth into the crook of your neck. You cry out, as he's biting and growling deeper into your skin. His other arm curls around your back, and soon nails leaving pink lines in your flesh as he marks your throat and collar.

Words and sounds, all the things you use so flippantly to destroy him.

In the confines of his bedroom though, he's happy to collapse, tugging your hair back further to give particular, and loving notice to your jugular. Your biting grip on his shoulders leaves you secure, meaning his free hand can trail down between your thighs, and Silco has to swallow the moan back, before moving his mouth of your skin with a satisfying pop.

"Soaked." He observes hoarsely, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as you pant while his fingers slide though the wet folds of your pussy. "So wet for me? Wet, at the thought of me? Your need knows no boundaries, does it?" Apparently you seek his demise in true, for you groan out his name, your hips rocking when his fingers grind your clit with purpose, "All for you, Silco..."

He chokes out your words with the insertion of one finger, soon two, than a third after another moment of your sweet, devastating sounds. Your breathless cries raising and falling with his unpredictable pattern as you tighten around him. Slowing when he drags his fingers inside, curling against your walls, before becoming keen-pitchs after another round of precise thrusts into your dripping cunt-

It's too much. It terrifies the Eye of Zaun, how you overstimulate him with your mere presence. How he wants, needs more of you, from you...

But you give it all, even at the cost of Silco's irrational ire as you suddenly grab him. "Inside me, Silco..." You remind him hoarsely, flexing your fingers around his wrist when he growls with a flare of impatience. But your next words make any sense, or understanding of the mere word paitence, instantly flee him. "I need you to cum inside me."

Silco feels something crack, even the primal part of him, as he's smooth  to pull his fingers out, and turns you around so you're on your hands and knees. Closing his eye, he guides his length, hard and dripping between your folds, and grips your hip with a bruising effort. "Who am I to deny you anything?" He covers the honest croak with a growl, hearing you gasp. Shoulders shake as you work to hold yourself up, the head of his cock rubing your clit with lewd, wet sounds to accompany your moans.

"Especially a request like that..." He nearly bows forward when he finally pushes into your entrance, but settles for releasing your hip - now sporting an imprint of his hand - and wrapping around you to place his hand securingly, just above your cunt. Silco hushs the whimper that falls from your lips as he pushes into your pussy, granting you mercy even though you've given him none.

Feeling your cunt tighten him as his thumb strokes circles around your clit makes his teeth grind, his head tilting back when he rocks his hips forward experimentally. "Oh darling, you'll make me come from that alone, is that what you want?"

He has to say it chidingly, as if teasing, or else you might actually very well make him spill into you just from these beginning tenses around him. "Falling a-apart so soon? You were so greedy moments prior, where's that spirit now?"

A vulgar curse slips past your lips as you press your forehead to the mattress beneath you, your knees and Silco's hand on your mound the only things keeping your lower body up. "You wanted so much, so take."

Now, he fucks you in earnest, but Silco knows he still isn't in control here. Not really, not with your panting cries and sudden, groans of his name spurring him on, making him to push deeper, fuck you harder, give you more, all of him...

He doesn't know how you've done it. How you have him so completely wrapped in your net, though he's sure everyone, perhaps even yourself, imagines it's the other way around. Silco may be the only one, deep down, who knows how utterly devastated he is by you, and he nearly doubles over on your sweated, clawed-mark back at the realization, and as you clench unapologetically-tight around him.

"F-fuck, gonna... s-Sil, inside me, please," You cry out, half-muffled by the sheets beneath you as hands fist into them. "I'm yours, baby, fucking-" "What, claim you? Release inside you, breed you?" You're so tight, but he finds a new source of invigorating lust to pound deep inside once more at the thought, thumb rubbing firmly between your folds to drive you to climax a second time.

Silco doesn't expect an answer.

But then again, when have you ever been anything he expected?

"Yes!" You all but wail, and the king of the Underground actually needs to halt, which makes you mewl even more pleadingly. "Make me yours, l-let everyone see..." Taking his pause for hesitance, you whimper as you make your case. "Fill me, as many times as you... I'll take e-every bit of you, every bit it takes..."

You're greedy indeed.

But with this man all but putty in your hands, there is nothing the King of Zaun won't wish to grant you. Especially not the prospect of you filled up, dripping with his release, and it taking inside of you...

Silco was now chest-to-back with you, and bit down harshly on your shoulder, almost drawing blood as he gripped your hips, thrusting sharply, and truly fucked you like he wanted to put a child in you on this very night.

His, the one thing that no one had, or would ever dare to do, but him. Silco can mark your skin, yes, leaving trails in the shape of his teeth and nails all over your body, but claiming you inside? Claiming you in a way no other could, claiming you in a way that all of Zaun could see, just by looking at you and, sweet Janna, by looking at whatever princes or princesses of his Nation he could make with you...

It was terrifying, he thought with a grin against your skin as he felt his climax wave over him at the same time as your cries reached their crescendo, in the lyrics of his name. You were terrifying, how so easily, so simply you activated the parts of him he didn't even know existed. Collapsing him into his most feral, needing state, in which little else mattered but you and what he could do to, for you...

It scared him to death, and he never felt more alive by it.

Silco released his grip on your skin, kissing almost feverantly at the dark purple bruising he left there. You let out a tiny whimper as his teeth scrapped over the mark they left behind not a minute earlier as your body ceased his shaking from the shared-climax.

Though it began again with a pleased, eager whine pulled from the depths of your throat at his next words, and at the underlining promise of them,

"I think it'll take more than that, darling..."

-

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Lost and Found - Yandere Ekko x GN Reader

Show: Arcane (contains spoilers) Pairing: Yandere Ekko x GN Reader Series: Lost and Found masterlist (for the Victor anon-I'm working on this)

TW: dark themes, yandere, abandonment, mentions of death, violence, reader getting locked up, posessive character, past catching up

word count: 1665

Headcanon for Reader being reunited with Ekko. You started a new life. Life you led away from the dirty streets that held only memories of the day it all went up in flames. Of bodies found among burnt down warehouse and bodies that were never found. But it was in the past now. Your friends died and you had two choices, one of them was to continue grieving and wasting away in the remnants of the past. Second choice was presented to you by an accident. Some overheard conversation, some twists of luck and you were able to quit the darkness of Zaun and enter the Piltover. Until now the past was dead and burried far in the lowest lows of the lower city. If you only knew how often the "dead" come back to life.

"I won't waste another years doing nothing. I won't fail you ever again"

Masks often come in handy. They can make pepople anonymous enough to keep them safe from being tracked. They also prevent any kind of injury happening to the face. Well, mostly.

But the mask also helps Ekko with hiding his real emotions. It separates him, his emotional core of a human being and the outside world that he needs to take in with cold calculations.

Ever since he was a kid he was an observer, a bystander. Everything that has ever happened before was out of his reach. It just happened. Some kids died, some got taken away and some disapeared. Shimmer appeared on the streets, turning people into addicts, people who never had or have lost their place in the world.

And he decided to change that. For the first time he discarded the role of a bystander, a mere observer and became a creator of a new community. He started anew, leaving behind the dead and those who changed. He tried to start a new life for himself and others in need, everything from the scratch.

Ekko was glad for having the mask on. It helped him make difficult decisions and hide from the world when he wanted to.

He was also glad for it when he saw you in middle of the planned attack on Silco's transport.

You just appeared out of nowhere. In middle of their operation, stumbling there, murmuring something to one of his people about being on your way to your job and asking them to let you go. Some of his people thought you were suspicious enough not to let you go through.

Your face, your voice, your way of being - it all made him halt and turn his attention to you. Person he thought was dead, was right here. The part of his past, the part of his younger self's heart and soul. There was no chance for him to be mistaken, he had engraved your persona into his mind, saw you on the mural and in his dreams.

Ekko was thankful for his mask on this day for other reason than hiding his identity.

It also saved his face from the punch that landed on him, while he was too busy taking your view in.

His next action was almost a reflex, something he did without clear thinking. Jumped on his desk, grabbed you and flew out to Piltover's main roads, as he got you down there, not minding the people staring shocked or running away. His hand stayed for a bit more on your arm before he completely let go of you and got back to his friends, to help them out.

But that one encounter was enough for him to relive all of your shared memories again. He tried to shut those thoughts out as he tried to fall asleep, promising himself that he'll find you next day.

But he couldn't fall asleep at all, his mind racing with all the things that could go wrong. Maybe someone saw you being dropped off by him and now they're going after you. Silco could do that. No. If he makes any connection between you and the Firelights, he will do it. And who the hell knows what kind of mess he will pull you into. But he certainly would find a use for you against Ekko's group. And against him as well if he ever finds out.

Ekko decided to put on his mask again and go out to search for you.

Of course it wasn't such an easy task, he had no idea what your fake name was, because clearly you weren't going by your previous one. If you did, he'd find you long time ago. He certainly would have.

He decided to use all the contacts he had to pinpoint your location, but still, it'd take some time. But even if his friends assured him that they'll do anything in their power to find you, he just couldn't sit still. It felt so wrong to sit on his ass when he knew you were alive. He felt worse with each passing hour, the feeling of remorse killing him from inside.

He knew that it was a case of a mutual abandonment, but then again, it was natural for him to worry about others more than himself. The thought of you leaving him behind was quickly pushed aside.

Almost as if you didn't disapear by yourself back then, but he himself had forsaken you. Even if he tries to tell himself that he did search for you and you just weren't there, his mind will be scratching at that one thought in his brain.

Abandoned

He decided on creating a new community that'd make others feel safe and finally have a real home. And yet, he abandoned one of the most important people in his life.

His fear over your safety will not let any of the logical thoughts to surface. It doesn't matter that he remembers searching for you, that he remembers being out there all by himself after these bloody events.

He clearly wasn't searching well enough. But he can make up for that now. He just needs to find you again. If he lets you know that he's alive too, you will leave with him. You for sure fled to to Piltover because you had to. But now you can go back.

Ekko paced around the street you've gone through earlier in the day. Even if he knew it was irrational because you wouldn't be walking down this street in the middle of the night, he just couldn't stand still until his legs began to hurt, then he leaned on the wall and gave up on pacing around deciding to sit in the shadow of a building.

And he sat quietly until the birds started chirping and the golden rays lit up Piltover's fine buildings. Among all the sounds of a waking up city, he heard steps that made him peer out. When he saw you, he knew his next actions couldn't be rash. He has no idea if you're not against him. At least for now. So he decides to do what he always did, to observe you.

It seems like you have created for yourself a good life. You seemed to almost fit in with the people of Piltover or so was the image. But it wasn't your home.

Ekko is cursed with self-awareness. He knows that you propaby live well there and knows it'd be wrong to just snatch you out of there. So he will wait for any kind of occassion that would make your new amazing life seem like a hidden torment. With him trailing you and his friends delivering to him informations about your whereabouts, it'll be quick for him to throw aside the logic and let one single situation outweight an overall image of your life.

Your boss scolding you, your colleagues not answering your greeting or even a passerby giving you a nasty look.

Any of these events will reassure him that you're of no fit in Piltover, you just stay there because there's no other way out for you.

And with that in mind, he will confront you.

When you come back home, a surprise awaits you. A twist of fate that will allow you to change your life again, to start anew. If the words of a masked man about you being able to finally go back to your "home" will not awake any greatfulness or at least any positive emotions, he will reveal his face. Even if you admit that you knew he was alive and still didn't search for him, he will forgive you. He just wants to get this over with.

"We can talk when we're back in safe place. Get your things, we're going"

Any kind of rejection of that will only make him sigh in annoyance. He fully expected this. So he decides to talk with you, to recall all of your past and ask whether you trully believe you do or ever will fit in Piltover. He knows that some people just can't admit that they're in a situation with no way out. Just like the people from his new community. But it's fine. He knows it's difficult. Just stop being so damn stubborn and let him fix things.

And in this one case, he will ignore his voice of reason. If you don't go with him, he'll put on his mask once more and drag you to his hideout. If you want your things, he'll get someone to get them for you. But for now, he can't waste any single hour.

After he got into the hideout, he locked you in a room for you to "calm down". He'll have his back against the doors as he listens to your screams, pleas to let you go. Each time you bang your fist against the doors, his heart will speed up. The emotions wear him out more than any fight did. He lets his body slide down and he sits against the doors. The voice of reason screams at him to let you go but his heart keeps muttering all the scenarios that could happen to you if he opens the doors.

People don't always know what's best for them. Ekko wasn't sure himself if he was doing this for your own good or for his mind to finally calm down. He promises himself that once you do calm down, he will do his best to make this place your home. But for now, he had to calm down himself.

He was trully glad for having his mask on. No one saw the hot tears spilling down his cheeks or how hard he shut his eyes.

He just knew he can't afford any mistakes now. He won't waste another years.

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Betrayal.

That pain can either break you, or make you something greater.

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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.

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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."