"Loyalty"

Silcoxf!reader (3k words) - part 1 (part 2 will arrive next week, hopefully)

⚠️ Warnings: mention of blood, cussing and killing, elements of smut

Set during Finn's death scene in Silco's office (episode 1x09, The Monster you created)

Please read the end notes, I have added some picture as references for the rifle

Enjoy the reading 🌟

The feeling of soft silk sheets is the first thing you feel on your bare skin as you slowly open your eyes to greet a new morning. Or afternoon, judging from the hour on the clock on your bedside as you turn the head. You have slept again too much, and the most important part of the day is gone. Might as well just return to sleep and spend the rest of the day sinking in the reddish sheets of his bed. The softness of the pillow embraces your face and covers your sleepy breathing, as you brain activates slowly, still in a dreaming state.

Covering your head with your hands, you try to shield your eyes from the light that comes from the window right in front of you. A hint of sun designs a straight line which ends right into your face, giving you that comforting feel of cuddling heat but blurring your sight at the same time. Letting out a soft sleepy groan, you sit down and uncovered yourself, only to find your naked body hit by the cold air of the room and shivers spreading all over your chest and back.

That is enough reasonable - you think - to return to bed immediately, under the secure covers, fragrant with his body perfume, a mist of tobacco, something strong similar to whisky and a hint of sandalwood. The familiar smell embraces your nose and your senses, immediately relaxing your back and shoulders, while spreading in your lungs.

The red silk is covering your body and hiding from you the sight of your chest and limbs. But anyway, you know that your body is covered in traces left from the past hours, late at night when you and Silco had left yourselves indulge in primal and lascivious actions. Instincts had roamed free, without any type of shame or regret and your sore back and legs are the proofs of what had happened in that bed last night. The feeling of his big hand on your tight, keeping it down and spread open while, without breaking the eye contact, he was tasting you with a primal need and a dedication that made your legs trembling many times, following his finger’s movement inside you and his palm’s, rubbing your clitoris faster and faster until…

“Stop, for Jenna’s sake…I have to contain myself…I can’t think about it as the first thing in the morning” you think to yourself.

Deciding that you are making a fool of yourself, and it is enough, you decide to get out of the bed, even though the chilly air is still there, and your naked back is not so happy about it, sending shivers down your spine. The feel of your bare foot on the ground is the decisive action that brings you fully back on track and your program for the day appears crystal clear in your mind.

But, how fool of you to think that the memory of his body pressed so hard against yours is something that you can discharge that simply. Just a glimpse of your naked body in the vertical mirror near the wardrobe snaps you back to your lustful memories, but this time they hit harder than the first.

Naked skin touching naked skin. The sound of his thrusting inside you from behind and of his low tense belly against your bottom. His firm hand on your hip while the other one kept you neck high, forcing you to look at the two bodies in the mirror. The sounds of you own pleasure filling the room, while the light of some candles was trembling due to the little air that infiltrated though the window. The blurring of your vision underneath your semi-closed and rolled eyes, your mind in a state of ecstasy and guided by the immense pleasure of his movements. The clenching of his teeth on your shoulders and neck while his member was going in and out, trusting harder each time. The soft whispering behind your ear as he touched your clitoris while still being inside…

“You like that, ah? You little slut…admiring you in such a submissive state is something that I find myself eager to see every day. Grant me the honour to fill that pretty hole of yours, sweetheart”, said with a languish and sarcastic tone.

"For fuck’s sake, woman, get a hold on yourself!” you think to yourself, after covering your face with your hands, in order not to see in the mirror the hot redness that has spread all over your cheeks, flushing them hard. Taking the first piece of clothing that was at your sight, you put it on, just to discover it was Silco’s black shirt from last night, thrown on the floor without a care in the world.

Luck is definitely not on your side today, with the smell, all over the shirt, of his body and a hint of sex – your mind still playing jokes on your memories and senses. Not that it is the only cloth in that state. Other items are scattered all over the room: your pants are set on the chair, and you remember the exact moment they went undone and the gaze of Silco’s two-tone eyes as he set them on your panties. With a quick search, you find the latest too, on top of his nightstand, set beside a glass of water with a little note attached.

Hope you have slept well. Lots of meetings today but I should be free for dinner. I’ll wait for you at 20.00 in my office. Use the back exit. – S

The short note is enough to bring a big smile on your face and make you giggle like a little girl. The soft and well cured handwriting of Silco doesn’t let anything out and his instructions are clear. After an intense day of meetings and duties, you company at dinner is one of the few things that Silco indulges into and finds himself waiting to attend to. Evenings and nights, lustful or not, are your favourite part of the day, even though they have become less frequent in the last period because of the numerous tedious problems Silco has to resolve.

Hope you have slept well – you read the first few words a couple of times with a soft giggle and a tender heat in your heart. Silco is not a person that shows his feelings so openly with a lot of people and the rare moments in which he lets himself relax and indulges in feelings are very precious. His face seems to acquire a completely different expression, his tough traits become more tender and his eyes shine with a new light, even the deep orange one.

Silco is more used to let out his affection though actions and not direct words, so the interactions in bed, late at night, when the two of you are still awake are pearls to preserve in your memory. You got used to the feeling of his hand on your low back as he guides you while the two of you are walking, or the thumb that traces circles on your hand while you are reading or resting in bed with him in the evening. Not that these moments are something you would reject or discard, they are still so precious in your heart and every time they let free little butterflies in your stomach, but the quiet moments where he lets his guard down, also just for a little bit, make you feel special and one of the few privileged ones to see his true self.

The feeling of your face on his bare chest, while it goes up and down with a steady rhythm, and soft words escaping from his lips, praising you, while one hand is playing with your hair, relaxing both you and him at the same time.

“When I find myself laying here with you, my love, it seems like the world pause just for a couple of seconds and that’s what I need to keep going”

“I would certain be uncertain with what I would have done if it wasn’t for you presence, sweetheart”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t go away, I am all yours tonight”

Again, letting butterflies forming in your belly as you think of his soft and loving tone escaping from his lips, a big smile covers your face from one side to another. The instructions on the little note are clear and they give you freedom for the rest couple of hours – it would be a good idea to go home to take some spare clothes for the night and the next day. Taking the panties from his nightstand to put them on, you look around to search for the rest of the clothes, only to find your bra tucked under one of the pillows and your shirt under the bed. While bending to reach it, your eyes glance over the rifle near your nightstand, one of the latest works of Jinx. It was taken from an enforcer, an ‘accidental’ victim of Silco’s attacks of the last period – it is a long but manageable weapon, with a steady rear grip and slim barrel, designed to shoot at long distances but also terribly good at short ones, as you have experienced the rifle’s butt to be a perfect club if needed. The weapon comes in a black colour out of stock, but it is currently decorated with some bright pink and neon blue lines that show its long body, thanks to the hands of Jinx, who was so considerate to also add some optical lenses on the top to help with the aiming. It is one of your most beloved objects and you feel safe just by its presence – also, the commitment of the little girl on it is something that warms your heart every time. Taking the rifle in your hands you notice the signature of a little monkey on the central body, typical of Jinx, this one painted in bright green to show it off.

A tender smile appears on your face as you inspect the arm to see how many bullets are still in the barrel shroud when, all of a sudden, you hear the familiar sound of Silco’s office door and footsteps of someone entering the room. You let the rifle near the door and search once again for your clothes, to be at least a bit presentable in front of the Eye of Zaun, not in a state that tells ‘I actually just got out of bed simply because I had nothing better to do.’ You just want to quickly give him a loving greeting and then go home for a bit, but you have just turned the nob of the bedroom’s door, when the office one is thrown open again, this time with a louder sound and other figures enter the room.

‘I’m busy’ Silco says with an annoyed voice.

After that, you hear the sound of someone’s body plopping on a chair, probably the one in front of the desk, and then a moment of silence. The voice of a certain person that you hate with all of your heart fills the room, setting a tense atmosphere that you can fell through the door.

‘When you took out Vander, - Finn starts saying – I thought, now here’s the man who understands how to run an enterprise. The attitude, the instinct, the eye… the whole package you were – always two steps ahead. But time’s loved you, old man’.

Cold blood starts to flow through your veins at his words, a clear provocation, but you decide anyway to slightly push the door to peek and see the situation for yourself. Silco is seated on his chair, with a glass of what you suppose is his usual whisky in his hand, scanning the room and looking at Finn with a reclined head, glancing in a menacing way in his direction.

‘You with him, are you?’ the rhetorical question of Silco completely ignores Finn and is directed to a person behind him, but they are covered by the bedroom’s door and out of your sight.

‘You screwed up, Silco’ – you know this voice, Renni, one of the chem-barons, not someone to underestimate.

Silco finishes his drink in one sip and sets the empty glass on the desk with a loud thud, before starting speaking with a calm but judging tone.

‘You are too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an enterprise… we had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now, I’m forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leech of their legacies’

Finn’s face is just partially visible to you, you are looking at his back mostly, but you can imagine his annoyed and bored expression facing Silco, not grasping a minimal hint from his words. Sevika, on the other hand, in clearly visible to you, standing behind Silco, a strange look on her face like she is battling with something inside her, eyes fixed on a random spot of the desk, lost in her thoughts but paying attention at the atmosphere at the same time.

An intense and cold shiver runs from your neck to the end of your back, travelling thought the spine as you sense that something is terribly wrong with the situation - Silco being so calm but pissed at the same time, Sevika giving mixed signals and Finn being the unpredictable asshole he always is. Without wasting a moment after this realization, you reach for the rifle making the lightest movements as possible to conceal your presence – the weight of the weapon in your hand and on the right shoulder gives you a moment of relief as you prepare yourself near the door, the tip of the barrel just slightly out of the door’s frame.

Situations of distress and danger are common in Zaun, you have never lived an entire day without the strange subtle feeling of constant notice of the surroundings, to catch potential threats, but this is different. Here is Silco the one that finds himself in an uncomfortable and dangerous position – Sevika is battling something inside her and doesn’t seem her usual self, always so strong, so decisive.

‘She is with them’

The thought strikes your brain as you are scrutinizing her through the lenses on the rifle – ‘No, impossible, Sevika has always been his right shoulder, his helper, his loyal guard… she would never…’ but a slight reflex of light on something interrupts your trail of thoughts.

Sevika is slowly taking out her sword from her mechanical arm, now covered with a red poncho – the sunlight had hit the weapon, sending its reflex to your direction, revealing her intensions to you.

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing. But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your leg to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

Sevika rises her drawn sword behind Silco, her red poncho opening like a swing and covering the back of Silco – a wild eagle ready to kill her pray from above.

‘That’s a risk I’ve known all my life… but I still believe in loyalty’

The exact moment in which Silco enounces the last word, the sharp blade of Sevika strikes down and you shoot. The familiar recoil of the rifle hits your shoulder, and a shocked and hurt expression appears on Sevika’s face, as your bullet hits her mechanical arm and not her face, the bullet’s trajectory changed by her sudden movement. Liquid shimmer starts to spill from the hole left by the shot and the woman looks in your direction, intercepting the rifle’s tip and locking her eyes with yours. Your face tells anger, delusion, and fear all together, but when you open the door, revealing yourself, what appears in front of you is completely different from what your heart was suffering for.

Finn is holding his throat, suffocated moans escaping from it, while blood spills from his neck, hands trying to stop the red flowing.

Silco is resting his head on one hand, heavy breathing for a moment that let intend his surprise and fear of what could have happened. But it lasts just for a couple of seconds before his two-coloured gaze sets again on Renni, the furious orange and black eye saying that there will be consequences for this.

‘I would have your son killed for this, though I suppose we are ahead on that account’ he says.

Renni doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, too focused on her failed plan and the urgent need to get out of the room as soon as possible – with trembling legs and an uncoordinated little run, she rushes out of the office, leaving a hurt Sevika, Silco and you alone.

You look at Silco, who has his eye fixed on the desk, still processing what has just happened before moving his head towards you. Eyes locking with eyes, emotions and feelings colliding, hearts pumping and sending signals to brains - his blue eye locks on yours, eyebrows raise with a surprised expression while he acknowledge your presence in the room. What strikes him is your position - legs open for stabilization, rifle still in position on your shoulder, aiming at Sevika while looking at him with intense eyes, a veil blurring your vision, anticipating tears of worries.

A soft oh escapes Silco's mouth - he parts his lips to say something but is interrupted by a shout

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU SHOT ME! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?” - Sevika retreats her sword and spits her words coming near you

“Oh, for Jenna! I am sorry Sevika, I am sorry… I thought you were…were… I mean, I know you would have never but…I mean…”

“I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT! YOU SHOT ME AND YOU WERE AIMING FOR THE FACE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAM MIND!?” Sevika arrives in front of you with heavy steps, eyes filled with range and fury, while holding the injured arm, stopping the shimmer from pouring all over the carpet.

“DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SHOUT AT ME SEVIKA! I WAS PROTECTING HIM! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CLEAR, NOT RISING YOUR FRICKING SWORD IN THAT WAY!”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Sevika and you are shouting in the middle of the office, right in front of Flinn's dead body, still on the chair, while his blood is clotting on his vest. Sevika is furious, her eyes are burning with hot flames coming straight from her soul.

“Did you really think I would have done something like that to him?! How can you be so stupid, for fuck’s sake”

“I…I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face, Sevika, I am sorry…”

“So, you think you can actually read my goddamn mind with just a simple glance at my face. What are you, a fucking psychic?”

You open your mouth to respond, offended by the woman's words and tone, but a soft paternalistic voice cuts you out.

“Children, quit it, arguing won't clean my office from this incompetent's dead body. Sevika, dispose of him. You stay, - and his eyes sets upon you - we need to have a little chat”

Sevika grunts in your face, fury still surrounding her, before silently carrying Finn’s body on one of her shoulders and out of the room. Once the door is closed behind her, Silco gets up to lock the door - a big red stain can be seen on the chair and little purple lines traces the previous movements of Sevika and her arm.

“I am sorry Silco. I thought you were going towards some serious trouble… I couldn't stand the idea of… I don't know… seeing you injured… or, worse, seeing you de…”

“Shut up” - his words cut your voice. “Sit down” Silco says, pointing his finger in his chair’s direction. His tone is demanding and doesn’t leave any possibility of reply – you proceed to sit on his tall chair, right in front of the greenish window, as Silco positions himself between you and the desk, leaning on the desk. His gaze is pointing, puzzling, set on your face, emotions blocked by his strong self-control.

“Do you understand what you were about to perform? Can you grasp what the consequences of your actions would have been? Shooting Sevika is not something that I would be so eager to experience in my office. Let’s hear what you have to say”

“I was getting ready to go home, before returning for dinner, when I heard some noises and saw what was going on. I relied on my instincts, and I grabbed the rifle – I hold the position but when I saw Sevika, I couldn’t hold myself… I misunderstood the situation… I thought you were in trouble…Silco I…”

“Instincts can be deceiving, sweetheart, and bring us on the wrong path. Allow me to explain the importance of self-control” – Silco stands up from the desk and approach you with a subtle smirk on his face. You tilt you head up to meet his eyes and give him a confused look, not understanding what is happening. Silco looks down and invites you to follow his gaze – still puzzled, you do so just to encounter his crotch right in front of your eyes. There is indeed a bulge forming in his pants.

“You see, sweetheart, what you cause me, appearing in my office with a rifle and nothing but my shirt and little panties on, just to ensure I was all right? I would bend you over right away to give you the punishment you merit for an action like that, making you cry until you come all over my desk, but I am controlling myself because I have something else in mind for you tonight.” – after his words, you actually become aware of you situation – seated on his chair, wearing just his black shirt and underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination while the smell of blood still hovers in the air. But the adrenaline of before still flows in your veins, greedy to find a way out of your body.

“Your self-control is impeccable as always, Sil, but I find myself rather drawn by your proposal of a punishment. I think you own me one, given my out-of-mind actions of before” – you say, imitating his vocal cadence.

“I normally would punish you in another way, but the sight of you all pretty seated on my chair is not something I want to waste today. Let’s say that you can start by taking it in your mouth, then we will see how to proceed”.

A smirk appears on his face, a lascivious blue eye set on your body, semi-exposed by the large shirt – looking at his expression, you find yourself impatience to discover your punishment.

Hi guysss! Hope you have enjoyed the story so far 😊

I leave you here the rifle's picture - it is the same as Caytlin's (love her weapon) but in the story it is a little modified by Jinx.

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Sorry folks, I just can't get Arcane out of my head.

"Quiet moments" - Arcane Scenarios

Arcane characters x f!reader - Fluff

Summary: Scenarios where the different characters of Arcane show affection during quiet moments.

Pairing: f!reader x Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Sevika, Silco, Caitlyn, Vi.

Warnings: mention of killing, violence, brutal everyday stuff in Zaun.

Sorry Folks, I Just Can't Get Arcane Out Of My Head.

VIKTOR

Relax isn't something Viktor is accostumed to and most of the time he passes his time in the laboratory, mentally crafting new hextech tools. Moments of peace and quiet are rare.

Being his assistant, you two stay together most of the time, but it is not so easy to find a moment to kiss or relax, when your boyfriend is constantly thinking and babbling about new projects.

One day, growing tired by the end of the evening, you sit on a chair in the laboratory, relaxing your tired legs and exhausted mind. Seeing you in such a state, Viktor stops speaking to himself and grabs his stick to approach you.

"Tired, my love?" "Exhausted, really" you respond with a low tone. "Progress dosn't wait for anyone" says the man as he gently strocks your hair with one hand.

"Need a pause, love?" Viktor asks with a smile on his face - "You can go to bed if you want, I'll probably be up all night again with this project".

Feeling a bit trascurated, you get up and heads out of the room to your shared bedroom, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips and a not-so-invisible upset expression on your face.

You impose to yourself to bathe and, after a quick shower, you head to bed, alone again, covering yourself with the covers, still smelling like his parfume.

After just a couple of moments, the door opens with a creak and Viktor enters the room, heading to the bed and sitting near your lying figure. After a kiss on your head, he takes off his clothes and, putting on his pygiama (yes, the man actually has a lot of them), gets in the bed with you.

With a sarcastic tone you say "Didn't you need to work all night again, Viktor?" - to which he replies "Mhhh, I prefer your company and warm over the project for tonight. Plus, I need to take care of a more important thing right now". The man spoons you from behind and hugs you with his arms, leaving a trail of kisses all over your head, before going to sleep.

JAYCE

The man is like a working machine but knows when to stop, differntly from his lab partner, Viktor. Jayce is always happy to have relaxing moments with you and, being a senator, taking advantage of the pros of his position is not something he refuses.

That particolar day, however, you saw your boyfriend like you hadn't seen him in a long time. After passing most of the day running for commisions, when you returned home, it was empty. No sight of Jayce, no left trace of his passage. With a tired sigh, you left your groceries on the counter and headed back out to the palace, to try and find your "lost" man.

After some time of futile searching, you find yourself in the big library, hoping Jayce would be there for a late study session. Instead, you find Mel, reading a book with so much focus that she doesn't hear your approaching steps.

"Sorry, Mel, have you seen Jayce? I've been searching for him for some time now and I don't know where to look for anymore" "Oh, hi y/n! - she replies - I think your man has gone crazy with work over the last hextech project. If I were you, I would search in the furnace, maybe he is releasing a bit of tension".

The furnace! How could you have forgotten about that place. Giving a thank you to Mel and leaving the library, you go directly to the place. The room was like a lair for Jayce, where he could let all of his frustation go and create new machines at the same time. When you arrive at the entrance of the furnace, you were welcomed by a wave of heat and strong fire light from the oven. Jayce was standing in front of it, withour his shirt and with his mind focused on the hammer in his hands, while working on what seemed to be e shield.

"Hi love, tired already?" you say with a timid voice - "Oh, Janna, sorry sweety, I think I completely lost sense of time, damn". Letting the hammer down, the man goes straight to you and hugs you, embracing all of you into his strong arms. The scent of his body is supressed by the smell of wood and metal, but it is still enough for you to take a hint of it, making you relax against his chest.

"I have missed you, silly" you say "when are you gonna come home?" "This exact moment, sweety, I have neglected you enough for today, I am so sorry" says Jayce with a guilt tone - "I want to cuddle with you for the entire night. Now, let's go home".

Jayce leaves on your lips a tired but loving kiss, before setting his arm around your waist and heading out of the furnace.

EKKO

Ekko is normally busy with the administration of the Firelights and their missions, but he always finds a moment during the day to remind you how much he loves you.

Returning from a successful mission against some on Silco's man, you and your crew are flying from the damaged and corrupted areas of Zaun to your life-saviour tree. The massive giant and the green all around you is always a comforting view after a failed mission. This time, however, you were able to destroy the cargo-ship of Silco and the barrels of shimmer lightened up pretty well. Every success is a small step towards the liberation of Zaun from the dispotic power of Silco, but everytime someone dies, and from both parts there are just Zaunites. Your own people, in the end. It would have been preferable to fight against the tight-asses of Piltover, instead.

After the arrival on the tree, it was not difficult to find your boyfriend, already surronded by a group of children who were laughing at his silly imitations of animals. A smile forms on your face and a warm sensation tightens around your heart, seeing him laughing like that and having fun. After all things the two of you have experienced together, you know that these occasions were rare and for Ekko they were the results of his efforts.

Calling him, whistling a particular note (your code signal), he tilts his head up to see your face and, after having said goodbye to the children, he grabs his flying skateboard and runs to you with a big smile on his face.

"Hi princess! Good to see you! How are you? How was the mission? How are the others?" storming you with questions, the boy grabs your shoulder with his hands. "Woah, calm down pretty boy. It's good to see you too" you utter with a groan caused by your sore shoulders and back after the mission - "Everything turned out good and the tips given by the bartender were right. I don't know how much more that man can remain alive, stealing documents from Silco".

"I'll see what we can do to protect him. We need those information at any cost. In the meantime, come here with me, Princess. Let's have a bit of us moment". Guiding you to the body of the immense tree, he sits and leans, letting you sit in between his legs, hugging you from behind.

"I want you to know how much I appreciate your contribution to the cause and how much I love you, everyday a little more than the day before. I don't think I would have accomplished so much without you, thank you". Looking into his eyes, a loving light irradiates and warms your heart. "No silly, you, me and all the others have accomplished this thanks to your leadership, your courage and your strengh. We all should be devoted to you".

"You are right" Ekko says with a hint of playful superiority in his voice - "You should all pray me as a God, you especially my little subordinate". "Ah ah ah, go to hell Ekko" you reply with a sarcastic tone.

The guy laughs, a warming smile on his face. Planting kisses on your shoulders, Ekko tightens his arms around you and says: "I have never tamed my feral little Princess and I never will". Before returning to his duties, Ekko takes his time to listen to you about the mission and how everything went, never stopping his hand from drawing gentle circles on your thigh.

SEVIKA

Working for Silco has never been an easy job and you know that. Everytime Sevika returned home from a mission, she was just a little more tired, a little more sore and her mechanical arm needed constant mantainment. It is fun for you, though, to project new weapons and ways to make her arm even more efficient, allowing your girlfriend to not be so worry in every battle. It is your mission to provide for the multitasking mechanical arm and its new weapons.

After a long morning of drawing new harmful guns and technological knives, it is your so-waited moment to have lunch. Getting out from one of houses near the Last Drop, you head to a near restaurant (if someone could call it that). That day you were hoping for a sweet and romantic lunch with Sevika, but she was out of sight and probably still on a mission. You remember the sensation of her body getting out of bed in the morning at what you think was the sunrise and the sound of her heavy footsteps leaving your room.

Sevika is not so used to show affection, especially in public, but she has never left in the morning without placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, saying "later" in a low and loving tone.

Ordering something from the menu, on which the dishes were always the same and pretty boring, you starts to fantasize about the restaurants in Piltover, rich with delights and different foods. The sigh that escapes from your lips is frustated, why does it have to be so difficult for the Zaunites, while the rich-asses of Piltover waste money over stupid things and complain about futile problems?

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the figure that has just opened the door of the local, looking lefts and rights in search for you. After she spots you, Sevika goes straight to you and, without saying a word, plops herself on the other side of the table. Already a bit irritated by your own trail of thoughts and not being in the mood for games, withour taking the eyes off the menu, you say "Please man, I don't want any problem and the seat is already taken. I wouldn't want my scary bodyguard to come look after you, it wouldn't finish in a good way" "Is that how you see me? As your scary bodyguard?"

You tilt you head up to meet the eyes of Sevika, a smirk on her face and a cigarette already at the corner of her mouth. "Oh Janna, I'm sorry love ahahah, I thought you were just one silly man. How are you? How was the mission? Do you like the new weapon I installed you? That knife is pretty sharp, uh?" you say with enthusiasm. Sevika smiles at you and, leaning on the cracking chair, responds: "It is not bad at all, I killed a bunch of people with it this morning. Everything went good" .

"I am so glad to hear that, want to eat something?" "I said to Silco I would have taken the afternoon off just for you, my little doll". Sevika isn't used to nicknames in public, so she whispered the last part of the phrase, but it was enough for you to put a smile on your face and feeling a blush forming on your cheeks.

"Thanks love, I appreciate it so so so much". Sevika gets up and positions her seat right next to yours, and, putting her human arm around you, calls the waiter to take the order.

"I promise you, one day we'll have lunch in the most luxurious restaurant of the entire city, doll. I'll do anything to provide to you the best lab ever created for you to craft your weapons". The warm tone of her promise makes you lean into her embrace, before putting a small kiss on her cheek.

SILCO

The idea of relax and taking a pause are what can be the most far from Silco's mind. The man is used to stay up all night and to have problems 24h, so his head is always filled with thoughts about the next mission. There is, however, a specific moment of the day which is his favourite and most hated at the same time.

Hidden by piles of papers and documents, the lean figure of your man is out of sight and the only sound that is hearable is the scratch of the pen on paper.

Your relationship with Silco was complicated, it wasn't always so easy for him to speak about his emotions, his feelings and at first you felt just like an object, a piece of meat for his own entrateinment. Everything changed when Powder arrived and, seeing your affection towards the little girl, Silco saw you under a new light and love started to spread from his heart. A coarse love, not well defined and still in need of some touches, but in was indeed an enormous step for the man.

After the first period of time, in which Silco outdistanced himself even more, scared by the new feeling, the time of reconcilliation came when the man understood the new warmth around his heart. The thought of you was the only important thing in his mind, together with the safety of Powder.

"Hi Sil, here I come for your everyday delivery!" you say with a funny tone, underling the last words - "How are you doing, I haven't seen you the entire day and sleeping alone is always boring". The man doesn't lift his head from the papers, but signals to you with his hand to wait for just a moment. Letting a smile form on your face, you approach the man behind his desk, enlightened by the big greenish window.

"All done, darling. I am all yours now". Silco had made you very clear that your relationship had to be kept a secret, for the public you were just one of his subordinates, who, occasionally, was called to give him "relief". The reasons of such a decision were clear to you and it didn't bother you that much, in the end, the relief part was true.

"Love that! Ready for the needle?" A hated routine moment in Silco's life, but it was made more bearable by your presence. Looking into your eyes with his blue and orange ones, he opened a drawer of his desk to take the so hurtful needle. You were responsable to provide him with his daily dose of medical shimmer. Positioning yourself between his legs, Silco sets his hands on your waist and a piece of leather between his teeth not to bite his tongue.

"I'll be the most delicate possible, Sil, I promise" Looking at you, already knowing what was going to happen, Silco nods his head and rests it against the chair. Pointing the needle right in his eye and ready to inject the purple liquid, you take a final sight of the scar all over his left part of the face, that scar that you love so much, that bears a lot of painful memories.

"At three, ok? One, two, ..." and you press the injector right into his eye. The reaction of Silco is immediate, and he needs a high dose of control to not tilt his head and let the shimmer go to waste. Hearing his rapid deep breath and the strengh of his hands on your waist, you set the needle on the desk, before gently strocking the hair of your man, allowing his head to rest on your chest.

"Shh Sil, it is all done now, you can relax. I am here for you". After a few minutes, as always, Silco's breath returns to a normal rhythm and, letting the piece of leather out of his mouth, without looking at you, he says: "Thanks darling, I don't know what I would do without you. That shit hurts like hell, fuck. Give me a moment, will you?" A small but noticeable smile appears on his face and the man grabs his cigar, the only other vice that he has, except for you.

Letting you sit in his lap, Silco strocks your hair with the free hand. "Darling, how is it that everytime you come here, your face is more beautiful than it was before?" - with a soft blush on your face, you reply "Seeing me not so often doesn't help, Sil". Letting out a frustated sigh, Silco places a kiss on your lips, a soft yet loving one, giving to you all of his attention.

"Accept this apology for the moment, little one, I'll redeem myself later. Tonight I'm all yours, if you want my company. I haven't enjoyed a dinner with you in a long time an it is not acceptable. I'll have Sevika bring something here and we can have our little chat". Sevika knew about your relationship and helped in many ways, everything to keep Silco at least a bit more relaxed from time to time.

"I know that having dinner in the office is not optimal and is not your idea of a romantic date, but we must be patient and endure these hard times. I will give you anything you want and the future is just ours, darling". Silco gives you another kiss and, letting you stay on his lap, continues to do the paperwork.

CAITLYN

Caitlyn is a hard-working soldier, it has always been her dream to be part of the enforcer's group. She loves action, her desire is to help the city and defend it against the menaces of Zaun. At the same time, Cait is not someone that can't take a risk, and in the last period she has gone to the underground quiet a bit of times. You started to worry about her safety among the people of Zaun, but Cait has reassured you.

The two of you have met thanks to a job that was assigned to both of you. Even though you weren't a proper enforcer and your job was mostly done behind a desk, your abilities to coordinate and plan the missions were fundamental for good results. Occasionally, however, you accompanied the other enforcers to get a better sight of the places for your maps. After the first encounter, Cait used her mother's influence (just this time, I promise, she is a good gal) to have you has her mission's planner, at first just from time to time, but the two of you ended up as a team in no time. Cait and you shared a particular chemistry and fun was never left out.

You and Cait started to go out as collegues at first, dicussing the next mission and moves, but after some time, it was clear that something has changed and a new feeling has developed. Cait would have never first admitted it, but her actions spoke louder than her words and one day, tired of waiting, you took the initiative and kissed her. As a result, you basically started living at her place, strangely accepted also by her mother (I consider Cait's father as a sweet man, and another girl in a family of mostly women wasn't a problem for him).

That morning, waking up late and tired from the last mission, you roll in your bed to search for the comfortable presence of your girlfriend, just to find an empty place. With a tired sigh, you wait another five minutes and get up from the bed. Having fixed yourself for a trace of dignity after sleeping, you step close to the door to open it, but your gesture is anticipated. Cait stands at the door, fully clothed in her uniform and with a visible worried and sad expression on her face.

"Jeez, Cait, what happened?" you say - "Well, sorry. Hello in the first place, love. What is going on inside that pretty brain of yours?" Cait looks at you with sadness in her eyes, the blue irradiates from her pupils a sense of almost agony, not physiscal but mental. Withour saying a word, Cait places a small kiss on your cheek, leaving you with a surprised expression on your face, and takes your hand to guide you to the bed.

Cait lays down on the bed and you do the same, setting yourself on the other side, facing her. "Do you want to talk about what happened yestarday, Cait? I think the past mission is still bothering you". The task assigned to you two was the retrieval of a rare substance that had been taken by some of Silco's men, but the attack hadn't gone right and some enforcers were killed. The problem was that, during the fight, one of the enemies had accidentally killed a small girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Cait was almost killed, frozen in place at the sight of the small life taken away, while the killer wasn't bothered that much.

"It was not your fault, Cait. You weren't responsable for anything. That son of a bitch was the animal, he didn't care about that. I have been taking a better perimeter of the zone and the next time, I can send some undercoverd enforcers to keep all the civils away".

"Why are we still fighting?" says Cait with a whisper - "Why do innocent people always get in the middle and are the ones that turns out to be the vistims of ours and Silco's stupid games? Why can't we just leave in peace and help each other". A small tear starts to appear at the corner of her blue eyes and you don't waist second to dry it.

"I am sorry, love, I know it is hard. But just with our hard work can we have better results. Civils are always the victims, in the end, and that sucks. It is how fights work and it is disgusting. But we can change that, we can make the city a better place for everyone. I spoke with Jayce yesterday, and he says that the hextech could also be used in medicine! Can you imagine it? It would be wondeful!" Putting a cheerish tone in your voice, you try to comfort your girlfriend, who repays you with a soft smile.

"Thank, honey, I needed that" says Cait - "Sometimes I get too carried away. But I want the same justice also for the people of Zaun, we are part of one city, in the end. Tomorrow I want to organise a ceremony for the little girl, let the Zaunites know we still care about them".

"That's how it is done. Love to see that sparkle in your eyes" you respond - "Now, what do you wanna do today? Beside the organisation of the ceremony. I have some work to do, but after that I am free".

Cait looks up at you and, with a delicate tone says: "Let's stay there five more minutes, please, I need some time to recollect myself". "Whatever you need love" you reply. Strocking her cheek just one more time, you get near Cait and, looking into her eyes, you start cuddling her, talking about the latest improvements of the hextech.

The idea of relax for Vi can have different forms. It varies from a stroll on the roofs of Zaun to start a fight in a pub just for fun.

The two of you met during one of these fights and Vi saved your ass from a flying chair, just to look at you with a smirk on her face and say: "How can a beautiful face like yours be in miserable place like that?" In the meantime she was trying to hold back a man that was more large than tall. The flirt didn't stop after that night and the relationship was not late to arrive.

Vi owns a central place in your heart, her figure is always there to protect you and she would do anything to not let you get hurt. Her ways of showing affection have changed: at start she would just flirt and playing the dominant part, not showing any other emotions except cockiness. But after some time, Vi started to give you small kisses in public, calling you nicknames and showing a side of her that just a few people had been able to know.

The relationship has been doing great and, even though life in Zaun has never been easy, the two of you had found your place in a small house near Vander's statue.

That morning, after having passed the night out with your friends, you wake up with Vi by your side, but the cuddling time doesn't last enough, beacause Vi needs to go out for some commisions. Resting a bit more, you wake up after a couple of hours to find your girlfriend patching her arm up, with bruises all over her chest.

Running to her with a sudden movement, you get near and take her face into your hands, looking terrible worried. "What the hell, Vi? What happened to you, why are all covered in bruises? It seems like a giant has got you!" "You aren't so distant from reality, cupcake" Vi replies - "That jerk had got what he deserved. I am in a bad state, but you should see him". The last words put a smirk on Vi's face.

"Vi you can't start a bar fight at ten in the morning, jeez! You could have been more injuried". "I was not alone, capcake, don't worry. Ekko was there with me and we made a spledid fight".

Looking at her with judging eyes, you take the first aid kit and start to prepare the necessary to patch her arm. "So, I need to talk to him, too. That boy is in big trouble". Vi puts on a funny face, mixing the regret for having told about Ekko and the expectation for the outcome of your meeting.

"Don't think you are out of this, Vi. You will receive the lecture when you'll fell better". "Love that, cupcake. Always love when you lecture me" Vi says with a sarcastic tone, to tease you.

After having helped her with the arm, you start to disinfect her sore hands, where there's still a bit of blood. "Pay attention the next time, Vi, please. Hit him under the chin, he should go out in no time". "Thanks for the advice, cupcake. Now come here". After that, Vi places a soft kiss on your cheeks, and the rest of the morning is filled with the report of Vi about the fight, about how Ekko and her put down a dozen of Silco's men and the fun they had.

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larapeachsstuff

4 months ago

Concept Art And Final Render Of Silco's Office Occupied By Sevika.

Concept art and final render of Silco's office occupied by Sevika.

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larapeachsstuff

3 months ago

Hello! For a Silco sketch request, what about him leaning in a doorway all sassy? Idk I just love full body sketches of that lanky man.

OH NOOO you got stuck while running away from Firelights. 😔 Luckily ur boss is here to help!

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larapeachsstuff

2 years ago

Your Beauty never ever scared me

TW : mention of suicide, depression, self harm and use of strong language.

Spoiler of MHA

Hi everyone, is the author here :) I just wanna say that I wrote this story also becase I wanna spread that depression exist and is a serious illness, it’s not just a sad feeling and if you need help, it’s okay to ask and it’s not a shame. I am learning that myself and sometime it’s not easy, but it gets better.

Please ask for help if you need, stay safe and enjoy things you like, despite what others say.

Have a good day <3

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It was a late sunday night and you and Shigaraki were returning from a mission in which you had to take care of a silly copycat of Shigaraki himself. He was pretty pissed off, so you were trying to cheer him up, but you were not the greatest.

“Come on Shigaraki...his lips weren’t even that cracked...he was a bad copycat!”

Shigaraki looked at you with a strange look, a mix between anger, amousement and misbelief and said:

“Fuck you y/n... come on, we must return to the others.” Shigaraki said that with a little smile on his face, he knew you were just lying and having fun.

He was like a brother to you because after the death of your father and the madness of your mother, you started living on the street, until Shigaraki rescued you from some silly villains. He introduced you to Kurogiri, who at first was a little unsure about you and didn’t know if he could trust you, but after quite some time he eventually started to give you small tasks and assignments. You usually didn’t go on missions with the others, you mostly organised appointments and gave them details about missions and heroes. You were some kind of a stalker, if you can say that.

Your quirk gave you the power to know information about a person by just looking at their photos, but the more items you had, more details you acquired. For example, if someone gave you a simple photo, you knew their name or exact age, but if you had someting more personal you could discover their secrets or inner fears.

Your life with the League of Villains was good, you were always protected by the others, and in exchange you offered important information about the heroes. It was a very good deal, considering that you would have probably ended up in jail or worse, if you have still lived on the street.

In the League you have also find something special, something different from a brother and some kind of father figure (who was Kurogiri).

You have found love.

You were in love with a person you would have never expected to, a person completely different from you.

Dabi was from another planet, with a different lifestyle, but the two of you ended up together anyway. Of course at start it was not that easy because Dabi was a very difficult person and he didn’t want to come near you because of your quirk. He was afraid you would have find out about his past and pain, which he didn’t wanna live again, but you eventually found everything out. Despite keeping it a secret at start, you told him when the two of you were more intimate and he was mad angry at first, but he calmed down after months of silence and distance, when he realised the only person he would have talked to about his story was indeed you.

Your relationship was doing well, there were also negative times and sadness, but that is normal and your situation as villains didn't help either.

When you and Shigaraki arrived at the lair of the League, you were welcomed by Toga and Kurogiri. While you were talking with Toga, you started to get worried because Dabi hadn’t welcomed you yet and almost always he was the first to come at the door, so you asked Toga.

“Dabi? I think he went crazy, he has been in his room the entire day and hasn’t come out since this morning, I don’t even think he has eaten anything...I wonder what he has...probably he is just a moody baby...”

“What? I will check on him Toga, thanks. Let me know immediately next time about Dabi”

“Can I have his blood if he is dead?” Asked the crazy Toga.

You left her without a look, angry because she didn’t told you anything about the situation and you became more worried. That was not normal, even though Dabi has always been a difficult person.

You knocked at his door.

“Dabi, it’s me, Y/n... i will come inside now, ok? I just want to check on you.” You quietly opened the door.

The room was a complete disaster, everything was messy and you couldn't even find the window in the room. It was dark and you couldn't find Dabi, who apparently was gone.

"Love, where are you? It's me, please...I'm getting worried..."

A grunt arrived at you: Dabi was there. You finally found by memory the window and opened it, letting the light inside the room and finding the boy on his bed, wrapped in his blankets with a pillow on his head. You came near him, trying to understand the situation and help him.

"Darling, I'm here, is everyt..."

"GO AWAY Y/N! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME! GET THE FUCK OUT!" he shouted. Firstly you were scared by him, but then you became angry because he wasn't seeking for your help, despite being you one or maybe the only person who could truly understand him. So you grabbed the sheets and pulled them away, just to reveal one of the most tragic scene you had ever seen.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Blood on his face, on his hands, on his torso.

"WHAT THE HELL DABI?! What happened?" First thing you run in the bathroom and took the first aid kit and came back to him. In the meantime Dabi started to cry. His tears were a mix of fear, regret, anger and of course pain and sadness.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you my love, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that, I'm a horrible person.."

"It's okay, there is nothing to be sorry about, you were angry and i should have never invade your privacy like that, sorry. I was angry and it was not right. Do you want to tell me what happened?" You told him, while you were medicating his wounds. Apparently he cut some of his piercings with teeth and by hand and it was pretty badly, so you also started to sew him up.

"I...I was thinking about the past and all of a sudden everything went back to hunt me: all the pain, the suffering of my siblings and my mother, the madness of my father...everything. I was overwelmed, so I thought I could hurt myself to make it go away, but it became just worse. I looked in the mirror and I saw a monster, not me and I started to hate my appearence too...Jeez, I'm a disaster... I don't think it's fair to you to stay and I don't even know if you stay with me for pity... I'm sorry.

I don't want you to look at me, I'm disgusting and all these scars make me just worse. I'm sorry. I don't think I'm enough"

"Touya...stop it"

When Dabi heard his long forgotten name, he stopped and looked at you. He had a teraful, scared and at the same time loving gaze, he was searching for your touch, your encouragment, your love. You suddenly had the urge to hold him tight, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, even thought you knew that wasn't right.

"Your beauty never ever scared me, Dabi.

I know that I cannot adjust everything and probably it is impossible for me to do so, but I will always be by your side Love, I will never leave you. I love you"

Dabi was surprised. That was the first time you have ever said something like that, but without esitation he replied :

"I love you y/n. And I want to feel better for you"

"And most important, for youself, Dabi."

"Yes, yes, you're right." You wiped away his last tears, his eyes were red and swallowed, but with a hint of hope and love.

"Do you think you can help me tidy the room and...do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

"Of course Love, but first you have to eat something. It's important. Wait for me, I'll prepate you something." You cooked him a soup and gave him water, because he was also dehydrated. Dabi looked like a child, on his bed eating the soup with a clean blanket on his head and the bandages all over his body. You finished to stitch him and the two of two cleaned up the room and took a shower.

Before going to bed, you wore just the underwear, because Dabi is basically a hot heater and you would have sweated a lot in a pyjama.

Dabi hugged you from behind with his stong arms and said before going to sleep:

"Thank you Honey, I love you and I'll always be there if you need me."

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larapeachsstuff

2 months ago

I'm gonna be playing devil's (Silco's) advocate for the near-end of the tea party scene because I've been going back and forth on this shit for the past week.

My thoughts: Silco didn't shoot at Vi with intentions to kill her, but rather to make her stop talking.

But wasn't he literally out to kill her before episode 9?? Yes, he was, but that was before Jinx knew she was alive. When she did find out, he gave up the hunt and redirected his focus to his daily routine.

Really, Silco just isn't stupid enough to kill Vi after that, much less in front of Jinx, even if he's high on adrenaline because unlike her, he is not impulsive. He knows Jinx is unpredictable, so there's no telling how she'll react if he did and if he can excuse his way out of it. And thanks to that tea party, he now also knows that there will always be a part of his daughter that yearns for Vi no matter how many baptisms he puts her through, similar to how he kept his respect for Vander.

But I would also like to point out that just like Jinx switching moods, Silco alternates between manipulative rat to protective father in 0.5 seconds. Before Jinx started spiraling, he was persuading her; when she confronted him about Vi, he told her to complete the weapon, etc. Yet the moment she shows signs of being on the verge of a breakdown, he puts her first—shooing her fears and doubts in his own twisted way, and not speaking over Vi's pleas to reach her when he's supposed to be the master of coercion. Instead he yells at Vi to 'shut up' because she has no idea what she was actually doing to her sister.

But Vi keeps going, and Silco desperately tries to break free from his ropes instead of talking—again, his specialty—to Jinx for what I assume is an attempt to go and comfort her (previous episodes suggest physical touch does that well). Unable to do so leaves him one option: the gun.

I'm Gonna Be Playing Devil's (Silco's) Advocate For The Near-end Of The Tea Party Scene Because I've

This is the part that made consider my main point. Before Jinx even fires, Silco aims and shoots.

The bullet goes not even remotely close to Vi's head or torso, but on the far side of her chair. Had she not moved, the most damaged would've been her arm. That shit was a warning shot.

Jinx killed him from a warning shot...

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larapeachsstuff

2 months ago

i already owe you my life and soul for the silco art you have shared with us but if you did draw dilf silco with tattoos esp a scorpion on his hip i would actually fr nominate you for person of the year

ask and ye shall receive 🧘‍♀️ here he is- (fairly quick sketch sorry, and it’s not actually that raunchy at all but I just want an excuse to try out posting on bsky lol 🏃‍♀️)