#silco (lol)

[corviidaze]

tfw i havent painted since the last post i made here, hope yall enjoy

[in-sistant]

Best weekend of my life and he asked for Skelico to be IN THE ARCANE Q&A PANEL, I'll never get over it

[ddruxyart]

For you to listen We'll drag you in the decay

Based on: J.C. Leyendecker - Arrow-Dress, Shirts, and Collars Advertisement (1930)

[oceansssblue]

✨ GENERAL MASTERLIST ✨

CODE: 🔥 = smutt or sensual // 💖 = fluff // 💔 = angst or violence // 📩 = request or prompt

REBLOG if you can!

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— STAR WARS ML:

SW REQUESTS = ONLY ACCEPTING "RARE PAIRING" REQUESTS RN

— ARCANE ML:

[kissettka]

making some silco sketches in class bc i was so booored

also today is my birthday and i can't believe that next year i would be 20 :D

[eriochromatic]

blue, like the rooftops of the city over yonder blue, like the ghosts of brothers long gone

blue, like the crystalized hope of tomorrow blue, like my hair he'd braid gently when long

blue, like the ocean that drowned all my sorrows blue, like the smoke of my sister's last song

Day 8: Blue

[doe-drawz]

Wish you were here , in honor of season 2

[tinymintywolf]

posting this for blorbovember before i disappear for a couple of days because i wont be able to watch the s2 premiere until sunday!!! ahhhh!!!!!!

[bestwitchsam]

I need this trans diva in league of legends now

[lbulldesigns]

There's something I've just realised with how Jinx, Isha, and Sevika communicate with each other.

None of them have to actually say words to each other, because they understand what the others saying through body language and looks.

Sevika and Jinx fight seamlessly alongside each other without calling out to each other.

The way they bicker without uttering a word, for example, when Sevika fully takes stock of how her arm look or when the music starts blasting and Jinx just responds with a shrug or a little dance.

Jinx thanked Isha by doing the finger gun towards her and Isha, understanding instantly that it was acknowledgement.

Jinx instructs Sevika on how to operate her new arm by just indicating the motion.

I love dynamics like this because it just shows the level of trust that all three have in each other, even though they know nothing about each other.

Jinx has been isolated from others for the past eight years, Silco has had Sevika work like a horse and, too frustrated with Jinx to really get to know her, and Isha is a new addition and non-verbal. But they still worked together perfectly.

[corviidaze]

very much getting back into watercolors.. heres a lil modern rat

[in-sistant]

If anyone has high quality images of young Silco's mining jacket in the scene Jinx and Vi find Vander's letter to Silco PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME my Netflix is STRUGGLING and I need a reference for his Jacket for my cosplay

[art-of-arcane]

ARCANE | Various Illustrations | Julien Georgel, Kevin Le Moigne & Anne-Laure To

[wishfulsketching]

This is what the dynamic was like

[oceansssblue]

["CLAIM THE PRICE"]—Part 2.

ARCANE

SILCO/OFC 💖

RAY IS BEING FOLLOWED. SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HER NEW STALKER IS; BUT SHE'S ALL IN TO FINDING IT OUT.

WARNINGS: BRIEF MENTION OF BLOOD, CHOKING, CHARACTER BOUND WITH ROPE, STALKING. SENSUAL&SUGESTIVE (NO SMUT).

Part 1 here:

Ray's little Jinx and Silco situation has never been really forgotten. Two weeks later, it still lingers in her mind; the strange inocence and violence mixed in the young girl and the thrill of being in her dad's presence. She thinks of him more than she thinks of her; and it's not just because she's cautious and wants to preserve her life. The whole interaction with him has been played over in her mind more than once; the quiet way he commands a room, how his eyes constantly analyses everything around him, the power in just a flicker of his hand. When her own hand makes her guilty way under her clothes, it's not just that. More details are conjured in her memories; like how can a relatively skinny man look that attractive, or how the fuck does he look that good in dark red. His long fingers and how the pale skin of his neck looks so bite-able; the contrast between the cristal blue and fiery orange-red of his eyes. Yeah, it might be pathetic; but in Ray's defence, she hasn't had a man in what feels like ages now, and there's nothing really wrong in indulging in a bit of self-pleasure. It might even help her to finally relax.

It doesn't. At least, no more than the few minutes of the afterglow. She can't feel safe, or calm, when there's someone following her every step anywhere she decides to go. She had first noticed him three days ago, though she's not sure if that's when he started tracking her steps. He's quiet. Sneaky, almost like a ghost that melts into the greenish fog of the Underground; never to be seen for more than a glimpse and never enough to be recognised. She has no idea who he is. She's scared, though, and rightfully so; that's not a good sign anywhere in the world, and certainly not in Zaun.

She refuses to be just another girl found in a ditch somewhere; a carcass of a body no one cares enough to pick up and give it some kind of respect in its death. Ray sharpens her five delicate blades that night; pensive in the silence of her four-wall home, preparing herself for what's about to come.

The next day, she makes her way back home from her job –she's a mechanic, always able to fix whatever object is thrown into her hands– feeling ready and almost eager. She wants to fix this problem once and for all; she's tired of sleeping with one eye opened, always alert in case she's attacked in the middle of the night and needs to defend herself. She can't take this quiet threat anymore; she's going to face it. She's going to get the answers needed.

Ray makes her sharp turn at her usual corner and inmediately presses her back against the cold wall. Her right hand grips the old heavy wrench she has taken from her workplace and she holds her breath, waiting. His shadow quickly follows and makes it's way in the alleyway. Ray doesn't waste a second in bringing her improvised weapon down into the back of his head. The man drops to the floor, pained confused sound escaping through his mouth; and blinks around, desorientated from the blow, but not fully unconscious. Ray will probably never have that much brute strength; but it's not really needed. The young woman climbs on top of him, her hands closing tightly on his neck. Even in his state, he resists; but it's not enough to throw her off of him. Ray waits til he passes out and sighs, relieved and exhausted.

The rest of the way back home, even if they're pretty close as it is, is nothing short of torture. The man's heavy, whoever he is; and Ray takes what feels like ages to drag him on until he's seated in the only chair of her house. She ties him up quickly, first inmovilizising his own body before moving the ropes to the chair; and only when he's apropiatedly trapped and all his weapons have been removed from belts and pockets, does Ray feel like she can breathe calmly again.

The stranger takes a little less than half an hour to wake; Ray taking the time to analyse him. She has never seen him before, she thinks; dark greasy hair with strong wide shoulders and a proper beard hiding his face. There's nothing in him that points her into who he might work for; if he even works for someone and he's not some sort of creepy stalker on his own. It wouldn't be her first; she's a young woman living on her own in the Underground.

When he comes back to life, Ray interrogates him. But the man doesn't reveal a thing, showing her a crooked smirk and almost laughing at her.

"I know how my job goes, pretty girl. No one likes big mouths 'round here."

It makes her blood boil. She needs her fucking answers. He's in her home. He's been following her for days, now. She should have killd him –she still could–; and the guy prefers to play saint. Her anger duplicates.

The sickening sound of his nose breaking preceeds Ray's own groan of pain. Breaking someone's nose is not that difficult; but no one talks about how your own hand feels like after. She mutters under her breath while she craddles her redenned knuckles; soothing them in small carefull circles while she glares at the stranger. He has blood dripping down to his mouth, now; and yet he grins.

Ray is about to give him another punch –maybe switch to her wrencher and try twisting and breaking some other bones after that– when there's a knock at the door.

She freezes, momentarily. Adrenaline rushes back into her veins, posibilities running through her mind at who they could be. Ray's best theory is that this man is one of Gray's. A goon sent out to find out things about her before pushing her to her death; in revenge for her intervention with Silco's girl against his men. Gray must have wanted to know if there was more to her ties to Zaun's Eye; maybe expecting to use her against him in a future if that were the case. But no, she's nothing to the intriguing man; and she's alone against whatever the new intruder is.

She ignores the stranger's chuckles and takes a pair of blades out of her belt. She quietly tip-toes to the door; suddenly ripping it open with the left hand while her right already retracts over her head in preparation for a precise lethal throw.

Her hand stops right in time and her mouth drops opened in surprise and confussion at the people standing outside of her home.

"I believe you have one of my men with you, Ray".

She ignores how good and tempting her name sounds in his scarred lips and focuses on the fact that the stranger –the goon, her stalker– is one of Silco's men. That Silco had sent him after her. That... Doesn't make sense.

"He's one of yours?" She can't help but ask, then frown in growing irritation. "I told you why I followed Jinx to The Last Drop. That I didn't want drama or people following me around. And you just fucking make that happen?"

She's not as carefull with her tongue as she should be. She's tired, and she's been stressed for over a week. Her mood is not the best to have a chat with the king of the Underground. Someone she should fear. At least more than she does right now.

Silco doesn't seem overly bothered. He glances inside the room, processes the bloodied state of his goon, and answers in an unpreocupied tone.

"Sevika will take him now".

It's an order, and now that Ray knows he's one of Silco's and the man himself is actually there, she doesn't offer a solid oposition for the guy she captured to go. She huffs in irritation and walks towards him, untying him hastily and making him a hand gesture that clearly indicates a universal "get the fuck out of my house". The goon doesn't say a thing; just joining Sevika and her plus one bodyguard on the outside of her one-room apartment with his still annoying bloodied grin.

Silco doesn't watch him leave. His mis-matched eyes stay glued to Ray's figure; a million thoughts running through his head. He's surprised he managed to notice Jared's presence and even capture him. The man's strong, yes; but he's also surprisingly agile and sneaky, which is way Silco often delegates him to spying duty. Nevertheless, this girl managed to tie him to her chair and had the balls –by Jared's slightly crooked nose and the blood that dripped from it– to interrogate him. He likes that; when zaunites are brave in spite of the circumstances, when they don't let themselves to be colateral damage. When they fight for what they want instead of staying put; quiet. If only all of them had the same spirit...

"I'd like you to return to The Last Drop without me" he says, eyes not leaving hers.

He can hear Sevika's frown and see her crossing her arms in disagreement without actually having to turn towards her.

"I don't think leaving you alone with this one is a good idea. Should I remember you it was me who went back to Grey's men and saw the wounds on their bodies? She's got good aim".

Silco is amused by the small proud smirk in Ray's face; her chin tilting slightly up in reaction to his personal bodyguard's words. He stays inexpresive, though. They have important things to iron out.

"It was not a request" is all he adds, without looking at her, and Sevika has no other choice than to agree with a reluctant huff.

She walks away and the two men left follow her. Their steps grow quieter as they dissapear into the cold streets of Zaun. Ray is left alone with Silco again; and she faces him with an arched eyebrow and an expectant irritated expression on her face.

"Well?" She asks, waiting for an explanation from the mysterious man.

Silco takes his time. He closes the door to her one room apartment and steps inside; his eyes examining in a mix between desinterest and curiosity the small space around them. It's dusty, but not necessarily dirty. She keeps things organised and clean; a small stove and sink shoved against a corner of the room, a toilet on the oposite side –a basin next to it which Silco guesses makes the function of a shower, since it doesn't look like they have running water in here–, a small closet, and a bed on the last corner available. It doesn't look like much; but it's enough, and Silco still remembers the time where he had been forced to live in places like that.

The young woman is still looking at him, waiting for his answer. Silco hums.

"I'm aware of your privacy preferences" he starts, voice paused and appeasing. "But keeping you under my control was the best course of action for everyone."

She laughs; a dry, ironic sound that seems to echo in the four walls around them.

"For everyone? Or for you?" She spits, her voice filling with heavy sarcasm and a dangerous exasperation. "Afraid I'm gonna try something against you, Silco? I believed you to be more intelligent than that."

Silco's stare turn murderous and Ray bites her lip nervously. The words just blurted out from her mouth. She should be carefull, now. She recognises the danger she's in, what could happen if he plays with him a bit too much for his taste. But she's furious, the adrenaline still running through her veins; and she's not the one in the wrong here. She had just helped his fucking daughter to stay alive. The least she deserves is to be left alone; like she asked.

"Watch your tongue" he advises, a nearly melodic tone to it, beautiful and terrifying at the same time. "I can have you killed with a flick of a hand".

Ray gets angrier. He has the balls to threaten her in her own house. What has she even done wrong? Maybe she should have left Jinx die.

"Right now I'm the one with the blades and you the helpless one" she takes a slow step towards him, fire in her eyes to match his orange one. "You should be carefull with what you say. And maybe you should have listened to your bodyguard".

Silco recognises the answering threat on her words; though it's more of a warning from her. He's in her house, she's evidently tired and not in a chirpy mood, and they're both alone with those five knifes of her. Silco's not stupid. He knows she could do serious harm to him; but he trusts her to be more intelligent than to openly try to pull a move on him, and there's a reason he has asked Sevika to return to The Last Drop without him. He finds the young woman interesting –a good mix of smart stealth, self-awareness and confidence–; and after helping Jinx, he finds himself thinking about her more than he has of anyone else in years.

"You think I am completely unarmed?" He gives her an amused tiny smirk, barely a tug of his lips. "That I have come to where I have without knowing how to fight for myself? That I am, as you put it, helpless?"

Ray scans him up and down. She feels a mix between irritation an anger, but also undeniable attraction and curiosity. She wished he were really annoying, stupid and ugly so she could be properly furious at him.

"Maybe not" she conceeds. "But I can promiss you'll have a knife stuck in your body if you try something on me. We might both end up dead if that's the case. It's quite romantic".

Ray shrugs and fakes nochalance; but she's restless. She doesn't know why Silco's here. Why he has ordered one of his men to follow her. Does he want to eliminate her, erase a loose end? Kill her so Gray's men can't use her against him, like she thought said criminal could be plotting when she believed it was one of his following her? Find out more about her, as well? Silco's smart, she knows that. All these theories don't make much sense.

The man chooses to ignore her words and distractedly steps closer. His eyes flicker through the shabby room before landing back in hers. Ray feels wary and intoxicated with his closeness.

"Hasn't it occured to you that Gray's people might be looking for you in order to take revenge, darling?".

She feels momentarily stunned by the nickname. Something inside of her whines and shakes. It shouldn't make her hungry for him; but it does.

Ray thinks of his words. Yes, of course; Grey following her was her first and most logical theory, she had thought of that before. But that still doesn't explain why Silco would want to follow her too, or...

"You've been trying to protect me?" She blurts out, eyes widening and mouth opening without being able to mask the surprise at her sudden realisation.

"I have been trying to protect my interests" he corrects, adjusting the right sleeve of his coat nochalantly. "I have no wish for Grey to use you against me. It's only sensible to keep an eye on you for a while".

There's logic there. She understands. But she also knows that's not the only reason why he's doing this. It might be that he's just trying to give her a retribution for saving Jinx's life. It might be he's looking for her to join his lines. It might be he's just curious about her; interested. Either way, her anger quickly melts down.

She stares at him in silence, no more explanations needed. Silco seems to understand the conversation has reached it's end too and gestures lazily around.

"So this is where you live?"

Ray tilts her head.

"Too unsofisticated for your taste?" She jabs, but the words carry no ill intention this time.

"You forget I'm also a kid from the Lanes" he points out, after a glance at her face.

Ray smiles wider and her voice fills with mirth.

"Oh, I never have".

Silco stops paying attention to his surroundings and focuses back on her.

"Is that a comment on my appearance?" He calmly asks. "I must say you're awfully critic today."

"Apologies" she answers, not an inch of true regret in her words. "And yes, I know how to read the signs. I know how to recognise one of mine".

Silco doesn't bother in hiding his interest. He looks her up and down, reading those same signs on her. Ray only smirks wider at him.

"You've changed, though" she conceeds. "Jacket's a bit too pilty for my tastes, but I admit it looks good on you".

Silco barely manages to hide his surprise in time; and Ray feels a small rush of satisfaction and warmth at the honest reaction, for once.

"Does it?" He finally adds, examining her with more intent now, his eyes wary but curious on her dark ones. "I thought you didn't like anything associated with power".

She shrugs, not taking her eyes of him.

"I don't want to posses it" she gently corrects, and gathers her courage to add, confidently "I've never said I don't find a man in charge attractive."

Silco pays undivided attention to her. She can feel him analising her. She knows what he's trying to do.

Ray keeps her stare fixed on him; both staying in silence for some endless seconds before she breaks it out in a laugh.

"Trying to find the trap?" She guesses, and Silco's wary eyes narrow at her in retaliation. "Thinking what I could be lying for, what could I be wanting to get out of a simple comment? Such distrust... "

Silco doesn't like the way she mocks him.

"As I've said before, everyone always wants something".

Ray takes a step closer. They're standing at barely eight inches away from each other, now; close enough to find out the small details and defects on each other's skin, to feel the others breathing pattern on them. She tilts her chin up so their stare contest doesn't break because of their height difference.

"Sometimes what they want is exactly what they're saying" she manages to man up and point out, her wants and needs exposed on her expectant face.

Her dark eyes flicker over every inch of his.

Silco stares.

One of his hands slowly creep up to firmly hold the side of her jaw; his thumb carefully crossing over the skin of her throat.

Ray's breath hitches; her eyes darkening further with his surprising touch on her.

"You have just admited to find me attractive. Which I confess was a surprise to me" he finally answers, mis-matched eyes searching hers. "However, I haven't heard any petition yet. Finally found something you want to claim as a price? A reward?"

She feels a rush of warmth travelling straight to the apex of her thighs; burning stronger with the way he looks at her, with how he looms over her. She's horny now; and undeniably wet. She looks up at him.

"Yeah" she whispers, raw desire erasing any trace of mirth and cockiness of her voice. "I want you inside of me".

She's lost in him. Fucking wants him –needs him– so much. He's pulling her in like a magnet; all sharpened edges and dual eyes and commanding voice and aura. Height and thin waist and lean hidden muscles; dark hair with a few grey locks, scars and thin lips. Intelligence, danger, politeness and power. She's hungry, now. The most powerfull man in Zaun is standing straight in front of her, in her small four wall room home; and she wants to devour him.

Silco searches her eyes for five long seconds before he's slowly and almost nochalantly retracting his hand from her face to take his black and golden detailed jacket off; blue and orange-red eyes never leaving hers as if tempting her on his own personal show.

"Drop to your knees, then" he orders. Calmly, gently. Expectant.

Ray melts on the floor.

END OF PART 2.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HEY HEY HEY!! TOOK ME A BIT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT TO WRITE THIS (EXAMS AND THAT, YALL) BUT HERE IT IS! SECOND PART OF SILCO'S/OFC RAY STORY "CLAIM THE PRICE". HOPE YOU'VE LIKED IT, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

IF SOME OF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO WRITE A THIRD PART WITH PURE SMUTT FOR THIS JUST LET ME KNOW AS WELL!

APOLOGIES FOR THE TYPOS. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

REMEMBER I'M ALSO TAKING REQUESTS/PROMPTS; BOTH FOR SILCO AND ANY CLONE FROM STAR WARS. ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE TO READ NEXT?

XX,

Sky.

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[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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