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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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YANDERE SILCO X READER X (kinda jinx)

Silco loves you,

That was quite known among the entire undercity, even before he had taken you to his compound, he always had sevika following you around when you worked in those factories, which alone was enough to make people scared of you. He deposited money in your account when he thought you were getting too thin, or he would secretly intercept any letters you would send to your mother complaining that you always felt like you were being watched

So when you were fired from your job completely on the random, he knew he had to take this opportunity. Jinx loved you, and she wanted you just as much as he did, so it was only natural.

You should've known better when you got an offer from Silco to work in his house the second you were fired, but you had been far too distraught over your current lack of employment. You especially should've known better when the letters kept coming from him even after you'd thrown out the first one.

Eventually, you had found that no one else was willing to hire you, which was such a surprise, as a woman, usually every business in the undercity wanted you as their own, having a good looking little thing like yourself attracted so much business. So when you went looking for a job, any job, and no one was even willing to let you in their building? You had become desperate.

So, you had to accept. You didn't know where to find the man, but generally you associated

The leaders of the undercity with that bar, the one your mother used to go to all the time. The Last Drop, When you had shown up, the loud club went silent. Immediately you were brought to his office, where he had a very personal conversation about what you would be doing for him.

It was simple really, he had known that if he hired you with no purpose you would grow suspicious, even fearful, so he simply told you that the head maid at his house lost her assistant, and she needed to train you into becoming a good little housemaid to help her.

And with what he was willing to pay you? Which by the way was far more than the head maid was being paid, you were more than willing to live here under the bar with him and his daughter.

Of course, his reputation precedes him and jinx, so you were more than scared of them, you avoided them like they were plague rats. On the occasion the head maid would send you up to bring him a cigar or some disgustingly fermented kind of alcohol, she knew what he thought of you, and she knew that the more he saw you, the higher her pay would be.

He watched you every day from the secret windows he had all across the place, and he had jinx and his head maid and savika take tabs on you, jinx had almost befriended ou at this point, after all she did know sooner or later you would end up being her little sister, she could be what Vi wasn't.

Usually, with the pay motivation, he would notice that cute little pep you had in your step everyday, wearing that little maid getup was so adorable, especially since it was made just for you. Of course when you were his he would dress you in the finest silks and linens, you didn't belong in the undercity, and he would make sure to dress like it. Generally you were very happy to do your job, a pleasant smile adorning your face.

Which was why today was so odd. You had woken up and gotten dressed as usual, but the maid had reported that you had stayed groggy all morning, and when Jinx had talked to you, you looked like you were about to cry. It was just so strange of you, even when you worked in that miserable factory while making only 2 cents an hour, you had always been so sweet, so happy.

That's why he was so worried about you today. He watched you bustle slowly in the kitchen, you had large dark circles and your nose had begun to sniffle, you were slouching heavily, and you let out the occasional cough. You looked bad. The last straw for him was watching you begin to doze off with a knife in your hand while chopping vegetables for breakfast.

You tensed up when he walked into the kitchen, but continued doing what the head maid had told you to do. She had made sure you wouldn't be too tense around silco by making you be around him every so often. Did Not make you any less fearful, you knew what he was capable of.

He watched you work, recording in his mind how out of sorts you'd begun to appear, your eyes were sagging closed on occasion, and your hands were shaking like you were freezing, even though it was perfectly warm in the kitchen. You were sick. That much was obvious, it only made sense, as there was some kind of flu going through piltover, and whatever illness happened there spread here, and it was always worse here.

“Are you feeling alright dear? You look… unwell” The scary man questioned in that scratchy voice of his that you'd grown quite fearful of by now. THe question itself made you perk up immediately, you didn't think you looked so bad, it brought fear to you, at your old work if they believed you were not in the right condition to earn them the most money it was very likely you would be fired… or beaten. You didn't think this man was above that.

“Yes sir. I’m just a little tired today.” you replied, continuing chopping the onion, this morning you chose to ignore the little tears it made you shed, not wanting to look weak in front of him. He rolled his eyes and watched as you fumbled with the knife, the head maid shouldn't be letting you do this on your own, especially since it would be so easy to just chop a finger off.

“I don't think you should be handling knives in your state darling, and you look far more than tired” He condescended, leaning over on the counter and watching you as you almost nicked yourself.

“No sir, I’m alright, I can work- I swear” you practically begged him, and continued your task for the head maid, you weren't really sure if doing this with him was okay, you weren't disobeying him, but it just felt wrong.

In a matter of seconds he was behind you, he had moved so swiftly that you hadn't even noticed his hands snaking under your arms, or his chest pressing against your back. It startled you, and It obviously didn't help that you weren't fully aware of yourself, as you were sick.

“I said, put the knife down, I wasn't asking. You are ill” He squeezed you and pulled the knife from your hands, tossing it to the side. It made a sharp clanging noise, he would have a talk with the maid about her letting you deal with such dangerous things, she knew not to. You turned around, only to let a sharp little gasp out, you hadn't realized the close proximity you were in with him at the moment, you barely talked to him, and this, this was more than you'd ever touched your own mother, let alone silco.

“I will call the doctor, you won't be working today”

You stared up at him, and he stared right back down at you, practically daring you to try and keep working, you didn't though, only stared, a little bit in fear, a little bit in anxiety for what he was going to do next. Nobody had ever showed this much concern over your wellbeing, with a sniffle you began to tear up.

You didn't even know why you were reacting this way to him, it was just so abnormal, so strange. But you just felt so drawn in by the way he looked at you, the way he looked like he actually cared, the way he held you. He was supposed to be the most dangerous man in the undercity.

It only took a few seconds for little tears speckling your eyes to turn into large awful globes of water flowing freely from your own. The more he looked at you the more you found yourself crying, it was embarrassing really. You just stood there crying as he stared down, his arms wrapped around you.

“I-I’m sorry sir i don't know- I don't know why this is happening, I-I think i might be a little sick I’m sorry I-” you stuttered out through your own heavy breathing, trying to explain anything and everything. His gaze slowly softened, and he held you tighter, you noticed.

“Do not apologize, usually I’m less understanding, but you- you're quite the exception” As he spoke his voice drew out any anger or sadness you had towards your old life, your old family, the life before you met him. His words only made your cries harder. Silco noticed the maid walk in from the corner of his eye, and then walk right back out after seeing whatever was happening here.

“I think it's time to reconsider your title here, darling”

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The next morning, Savika wasn’t surprised to find you sleeping in Silcos lap, dressed in a pale blue-silk nightgown as he did his morning work.

Savika wasn't surprised to see you wearing a diamond necklace with an S engraved on it

And she certainly wasn't surprised that Silco seemed to be in a much better mood.

After all…

Silco loves you.

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My daddy issues are screaming rn fr.

Anyone else just watch a show and then obsessively want to write like 30 fics on it? Just me? Ok nevermind.

Anywayyyyyy. If you have any ideas for little gay things with Vi or Jinx please be my guest, my inbox is open for those.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH HAVE A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL DAY TODAY.

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biloveandyr · 2 years

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No One Touches Silco's Pet

Chapter 3

Slico x TransMasc!Reader

Viktor x TransMasc!Reader

Warning: The first chapter is mild and only gets more NSFW in the future. (Must be 18+)

(I read somewhere that in the world of arcane they considered being gay as normal. So I wanted to write a story in which being trans is just as normalized.)

Synopsis: Reader serves Silco in anyway he demands but after seeing what he is capable of the reader considers a different life, meeting Viktor in the process.

You don't get one minute of sleep. When the sun just starts to brighten the sky you throw on your clothes and walk out into the cool morning air leaving Silco sleeping in his bed.

All night your mind was on the book store owner. You didn't even know his name. The book you kept close at your side was a weighted reminder of the violence of the previous day.

You knew that there was no way you could read the book now and it felt like a further disgrace to the man's memory that you even still had it. Your feet took you to the place your mind had been all night. The book store loomed, looking menacing in the dim light of the morning.

Putting the book back were it belonged felt like the only way you could move on. It was the one thing that felt like it could be both an apology and a goodbye.

The climb to the roof was a blur and when your feet hit the library floor all was quiet. The stale smell of book made you feel at home. You put the book back where it belonged and let your hand linger, you whispered sorry.

A crash to the back of your head sent you crumbling to the ground. Your vision went black. You opened your eyes when a fist went crashing into your face. You were now on your back someone sitting on you holding you down. You could feel wet and sick blood on your face and a blinding pain that took up all of your thoughts.

The man hits you hard again yelling something. You couldn't hear or see as the blow knocked your head back.

He didn't hit you again only stood. A ringing filled your ears. You could have been laying there for hours but when hauled to your feet by your shirt you knew it had only been a minute or two. The sound of the man's voice came from the end of a tunnel and it was to loud. "I would kill you right now if I didn't think I could buy so much more with your life." Your eyes just came into focus, able to see the group of men around you, faces all looking to kill. You recognized the one holding your collar as the man that stormed into Silcos office with the book store owner. You were only able to let out a small sigh before being hit by a bat. Everything went to black.

Pain. You could feel it through your unconscious state. It screamed for you to wake. The hands of pain pulling you in every direction until you surfaced. Everything was white and hot, your senses being over loading. But the sound of someone shouting broke the fog. "All the shimmer you have for your pet back." The man holding you up by your shirt said. It was the only way you could stand. When you lost your balance the man hauled you up from your collar.

Now you could see the Last Drop, back lit by the sun shinning directly into your eyes. And Silcos men were in the shade guns pointed but not to shoot. They wouldn't shoot unless he gave the order, and Silco would never give the order where your life was concerned.

He was standing on the balcony a symbol of calm with a cigar hanging from him mouth. But you knew even from this far away that he was furious. You almost wish that these guys decided to kill you, because if they didn't, Silco would.

Silco didn't take his eyes off the man holding your frail body when he spoke to Savika. She turned disappearing into the Last Drop. It wasn't three minutes later when she and more of Silcos men started hauling crates of shimmer out of the club.

The hand off was quick. More than 17 crates of shimmer pasted hand and were loaded onto the truck behind you. When all was done everyone loaded up into the vehicle, even you. The gun to your head gave you no choice in the matter and the fact that you couldn't stand made it even more so. But when the truck started to speed away you were thrown out the back.

The fall was worst than the beating and gave you a new gash on your left eyebrow and you were sure you broke your leg.

You just lay there in the position you fell not even bothering to open your eyes. Your head was reeling. But this pain wasn't the end of it and if you had it your way you would stay on the ground until you lost consciousness.

But already you were being hauled up and thrown over a shoulder. By the smell of smoke and whisky it was Savika that had you. Drops of blood fell from your face on the way to Silcos office. Savika put you down in the middle of the room, but after almost falling over she grabbed either side of your shoulders to keep you up.

"Leave" a gravly voice spoke from behind you. You had no choice but to stand on your own. Savika closed the door with a click just as Silco appeared in front of you.

"I-" was all you mange before a crack sent you backwards into Silcos desk. You caught yourself but started to slip. He caught your face making you flinch. He pulled you up by your jaw pushing you up against the desk.

"You promised me you would behave" he spit at you. "You promised you would do as you were told." He pinched harder earning a wine from you. "You promised that you wouldn't do anything like that again." The force of his growl hitting your ears felt like ice picks to your brain.

You closed you eyes letting out a squeak of pain. "Look at me" he shouted. You looked as he pulled the belt from your pants. "You made a fool out of me, and lost me thousands in shimmer" It tugged at your whole body as his hand was the only thing keeping you up right. And then it wasn't as he flipped you around until you were laying on his desk.

You had anticipated this pain. Silco liked to hurt you when he was mad but it was always in the ways that you liked. This was not one of those times. You had never made him this angry and you were about to learn the price.

You could hear the belt ring in the air as he reared back to strike. Your eyes shut whole body tensing. "WAIT" you called out. He stopped still heaving his breaths behind you. "Please let me make it up to you." He didn't say anything But you knew he was interested.

A long moment passed and you knew he ways debating his options.

"I could have lost you today." He whispered finally. And your body relaxed.

"But I am here now" You could feel him threw his pants. You leaded back enough to brush up against him. He groaned and dropped the belt.

Your pants were off before you could say anything else and he was lined up to your entrance, guiding himself in inch by inch. He groaned and you wined when he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were to stunned with bliss to move. When Slico finally started to move a shutter resulting in a moan tore through you.

His thrusts started as small movements he did while all the way inside you. But when he was confident you could take more he began crushing his hip into your thighs. You cried out and his hand went to your mouth muffling you sweet moans.

The pain of your injuries, your head and leg were all to much. Paired with the way your hips crashed into Silcos desk with every thurst, made you wish for it to be all over.

His pace didn't last long before he was shuttering against with his orgasm in toe.

You blacked out only to wake in darkness. Silco was gone and you were still stripped from the waist down. Your head was reeling and it was hard to stand. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled over your cheeks. Until today you thought you were the only person Silco wouldn't hurt. But broken and bruised you felt empty and cold.

You knew you couldn't live like this anymore. It took you ages to get your clothes on, having to stop multiple times to let your head settle. You avoided leaving out the front hoping not to run into anyone as you made your way to the roof. You fell onto the gravel top scrapping your hands before shakily righting yourself again. You made it to the edge of the building and stared down. The thought that crossed your mind was temping but you knew a fall from this hight would only put you in more pain.

You stopped when you noticed Silco on the balcony below you. He had a cigar in his hand and the other in his pocket. Lucky his face was turned to the city bellow and didn't notice you climb down the building.

You stumbled and fell all the way the the bridge. You weren't sure if you were going to make it there. But the street was as good of a place as any to die.

The bridge was deserted at this time but it made no difference to you if you had an audience. The wind blew at you clothes from this heigh up. It was a struggle to get yourself up over the guard rail and your shaking leg almost sent you over before you were even half way.

The moon lit up the water so that it sparkled and shimmer below your feet. It's was such a nice evening to die.

You spared a thought for the man who had died yesterday. At least now you hoped he was getting what he wanted. And Silco was not getting what he wanted. It felt fitting to go like this. Taking back some control get to make a decision for yourself. Even if it was your last decision.

"Good hevens, boy what are you doing?" A shrill voice called from the distance.

You lost your footing and slipped both hands grasped the railing before you went over. And in to everything you had left you pull yourself back onto the bridge. You fell with out grace onto the concrete of the road.

"My boy, you almost died!" The voice said now closer and even more shrill then before. You let out a chuckle before going into full blown hysteria.

Yes, he was quiet right. You almost died, accidentally, on purpose.

"Oh dear" was all he said while you laughed. It didn't help when you look up at him to find that he was a very short furry thing with an even shorter furry thing on a leash. You bust into laugher again when the thought of who was walking who crossed your mind.

He waited patiently has you collected yourself before speaking. "You are from the under city, are you not?"

You looked down at yourself covered in your own blood, ripped shirt, and pants that had slid down exposing your underwear in your near death experience. "Is it that obvious?"

"My boy, come with me. You are injured and I wish to help." He sounded sincere in his request. After a day like today, a former pet, following a pet, that had a pet, didn't seem all that crazy.

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