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i-am-dead-inside-666 · 2 years

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A Dangerous Job Offer

Silco x reader

Summary: A job offer from the Kingpin of Zaun can’t bring anything more than trouble, right?

Warnings: swearing and minor violence, silco being his usual self

First part of what will be a slowburn, next part should be up soon and this is crossposted on ao3

You were going to die. You were convinced of it. You’d recognised Sevika the minute she’d made eye contact with you from across the street, cloak thrown over one shoulder. Everyone who’d grown up in the lanes knew exactly who she was and who she worked for.

“Oh god I’m going to die.” You muttered, hurriedly wrapping your business up with your client and, with practised ease, slipped in behind a group of people, vanishing out of sight.

A lifetime living as a gutter rat in the lanes had sharpened you instincts. Walking with your head held high, the hood of your cropped hoodie (a relic from your childhood that you couldn’t afford to replace),obscuring the top half of your face.

Beneath the shadows of your hood, your eyes darted furtively from side to side, it was easy to pick out several more of Silco’s men, lounging in the mouth of alleys, loitering near stalls filled with misshapen, old fruit, stuff that a Topsider wouldn’t even dream of having in their fancy fruit bowls.

Each one of them followed your movement with their eyes, pushing off walls and peeling away from booths to join Sevika. From the reflections in windows and neon signs, you could see them fanning out in a rough v shape, herding you down the street like fucking prey.

Gods they were gaining on you, you only move now was to take it to your turf, where you knew you could outrun them. An opportune group of people moved past you, giving you enough cover to feign right, watching them move towards the battered door of an old pub, as you ducked into an alley on the left.

By the time they’d realised your cheap trick, you were halfway towards the roof, scrambling easily up an old pipe you knew from experience could hold your weight.

Shouts rang out in the street below as you hauled yourself up onto the familiar rooftops. Pausing for a moment to appreciate the view, your business had been wracking up clients lately, and you’d almost forgotten how beautiful “Zaun” was in its own way.. all sharp angles and twisting columns of smoke. The very world you’d learnt to navigate from birth was a minefield of loose pipes and wobbly bricks, one misstep that could send you plummeting to your death.

You pushed a hand through your hair, dragging your hood down with it, you didn’t need to hide up here. A stale breeze cooled your flushed face, cooling the excitement and adrenaline of your narrow escape.

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a hazy dark orange glow to the polluted air around you. The air up here is not quite as dense and oily as the stuff that filled the streets below like soup, but the clean towers of Topside, looming over the Undercity, were always there to remind you that you were so worthless compared to them, that they didn’t care if the very air you breathed was poison.

The rough scrape of metal against metal jerked you from your reverie, and a quick peek over the edge of the building offered you the alarming sight of Sevika pulling herself up towards you, the pistons in her metal arm hissing at you like an aggravated snake.

“Fuck.” You wasted no more time, taking off across the rooftops, as sure footed as the rats that Topsiders constantly referred to you as.

Your hair whips across your face as you run, leaping across alleys so easily you might as well be flying. It’s all you can do to not look behind you, hyper aware of the heavy footsteps keeping pace with you. A shape suddenly lunges at you from the side, and you only just catch it in your periphery in time to drop into a knee slide down a slanted sheet of iron. His body tumbles through the air above you, unable to stop the momentum from his jump, your eyes meet his wide ones for a split second before he’s pitching over the edge of the building.

You hear the thud of the impact when his body hits the floor, one of the other ones, jumps from the roof opposite, slowing their fall by hooking their arm around a pipe and swinging themselves onto the floor besides the prone form of their teammate.

You should go, keep running, but you can’t force your feet to move, you have to know if- if you’d just killed somebody. It feels like minutes tick by, but it must only be a matter of seconds before she shouts up, “He’s alive!!” Your relief is instantaneous, and short lived as you realise she wasn’t shouting at you.

There’s a metal hand wrapped around your throat before you can turn. It tightens with bruising force and you swear your windpipe is about to be crushed when you’re lifted off your feet and slammed over the ledge of the roof.

Sevika snarls in your face, “you just had to go and make it difficult didn’t you?” She gives a short snort of laughter as your face slowly goes from pink to red, to verging on blue. Your vision was starting to fade at the edges, dark spots swimming in front of your eyes, you couldn’t afford to pass out now- you’d wake up at the bottom of a cavern- or the bottom of the river- or even, you just wouldn’t wake up-

The grip suddenly loosens, right as your eyes roll back into your head. You heave deep, rasping breaths, spluttering slightly as they feel like sandpaper, scraping down your raw throat to fill your lungs with sweet oxygen. Her hand is still around your neck, pinning you in place like a cat playing with a mouse.

“The boss wants to have a word with you.”

Despite the fear burning in the bruises around your throat, and the low ache spreading through your head from where it collided with the stone wall, the hatred that curls low in your gut and builds into your chest makes you positively reckless with your words.

“Well fuck him! And fuck you! I haven’t done anything- I want nothing to do with you shithead people-“ you spit the words out with every bit of venom you can muster.

With her bulging muscles and shimmer-fuelled arm, it’s laughable how easy it is for her to casually lift you up, and toss you to the ground (well roof) like last weeks garbage, she towers over you as you gasp and try to regain your bearings. “Mind your manners princess, I doubt Silco will be so lenient about that sharp tongue of yours.”

She made the mistake of leaning down to grab you, giving you the opportunity to lash out with knuckles hardened by years of living on the streets of the Lanes. Your fist slams into her admittedly very pretty face, snapping head to the side, and yet, despite the blood beginning to trickle from her nose, she simply let out a deep breath, and the next minute, her own punch met your face with sickening force, grinding it down against the stone.

Lightening fast, she recoils and strikes again, at your stomach this time, chuckling to herself as you twisted into a pitiful ball, coughing blood from your mouth. “You finished princess?”

She doesn’t wait for your answer, dragging you to your feet and over to the edge of the roof, “are you gonna climb down like a good girl? Or am I going to have to drop you.”

“Careful, choking me and calling me good girl already? I might think you’re starting to like me-“ your voice was low and rough, but you still managed to grin at her obvious look of disgust, flashing your crooked, bloody teeth. Like most things, dental care wasn’t exactly available in the Undercity.

Reluctant to face another of Sevika’s brutal punches, you cautiously make your way down the side of the building, your breath leaves you in wheezy hisses of pain, you’ve definitely broken a rib or two. Sevika joins you in the alley a second later, grabbing you by the upper arm in a firm grip and shoving you forwards.

You hadn’t been to The Last Drop since Vander had owned it, and you’d barely been of age then, fending off drunken advances and stumbling home with a cute girl on your arm. Forcing the memories away with a shake of your leaden head, you don’t fight as Sevika directs you through the crowd towards the stairs at the back of the bar.

You definitely weren’t dragging your feet up the stairs, and you definitely didn’t entertain the idea of driving your elbow into Sevika’s ribs and making a run for it, the sharp pain blooming across your cheekbone reminds you exactly how that would end.

She leans over you to knock on the door, and you can’t help how your eyes linger on her muscles- “stare anymore and I might think you like me, princess.” She mocks, throwing your words back at you.

You refuse to meet her eyes, huffing under your breath even as she shoves the door open with startling force and gives you a harsh push in the back. Pain bursts through your ribs and you’re too slow to regain your balance, falling forward into the room in an ungainly heap. Sevika steps neatly into the room behind you, closing the door and latching it shut.

Your gaze wonders around the office, everything seeming huge from your position on the floor. Next to you, against the wall is the most comfortable looking couch you’d ever seen, the fabric red and smooth and so clean it seemed out of place in the rough Undercity. The soft, almost plush rug you’re currently sprawled on is slightly threadbare at the edges but it’s a nice reminder that this is not Piltover.

His desk is just how you imagined it, pretentious like those Topsider pricks, you wisely decide to keep that though to yourself as you’re rather attached to all of your limbs.

“Are you planning on bleeding all over my rug for the foreseeable future?“ that slow, drawling voice exudes power, reminding you with deadly efficiency, that you were in the gators jaws, not quite sure when they would snap shut on you.

Pushing yourself up off the floor, you deliberately kept your gaze fixed on an admittedly fascinating ash tray, welded together scraps of metal painted in bright slashes of neon paint-

“Hmm a shy one are you?” His tone hadn’t changed, but you could tell he was attempting to provoke you.

A quick shake of your head sends pain ricocheting through your skull, and you wince, “no, but I think your lackey gave me a concussion.” You can practically feel the death glare Sevika sends you from across the room.

“-sir.” You hastily tack on, floundering for a moment as it dawns on you how many lives the man in front of you had taken, and how perilously close you were coming to joining that list.

“It is polite to look at people when they’re speaking.” Silco’s voice is nerve gratingly calm, and you briefly fantasise about the idea of gagging him, which you immediately dismiss as guaranteeing your slow, painful death, but it’s fun to imagine.

His words weren’t phrased as an order, but you could tell that they were meant as one; arrogance dripped from every syllable. Forcing your eyes to meet his was an immense task, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

You were prepared for the scarred side of his face, childhood horror stories and exaggerated rumours on the street made it out to be much worse than what it was, which was unnerving, but honestly not particularly ugly, it definitely added to his whole… aesthetic.

What you were unprepared for however, were his eyes. The left one, a sea of obsidian black, with its iris a fiery volcano in the centre, splashing molten swirls of fire across the darkness. Yet it’s not this eyes that draws your attention, it’s the other one, a vivid shade of sea foam green, bright and passionate, but dulled by something that lurked behind his eyes, deep in the recesses of his memories, haunting him-

He clears his throat and you blink, flushing when you realised that you’d been blatantly staring at him. Nimble fingers pluck a cigar that probably costs more money than you’ll ever see in your lifetime, and Sevika steps forward to light it, his attention never wavers from you. Even as he takes the first pull of smoke, he continues lazily staring at you down his nose, a sneer lifting the corner of his mouth when you shuffle your feet uncomfortably.

“Take a seat.” Another demand, the expectation of it being followed through with hangs in the air as you hesitantly approach the desk, and the terrifying man seated at it. You perch awkwardly on the chair, crossing your legs and arms defensively, damn this was the comfiest chair you’d ever sat on…

“So I hear that you’re a mechanic.” Once again, it wasn’t a question, people did not lie to the Eye of Zaun, and he always made sure his information was reliable.

You shrugged your shoulders and he narrowed his good eye at you silently ordering you to elaborate. “Well I fix stuff and I know my way around machinery but I don’t have a shop or anything..” you trailed off, awkwardly picking at your nails, a nervous habit.

“I’m not interested in buying anything-“

“-then why am I here?” You could have slapped yourself the minute the words slipped from your mouth.

Silco’s good eye narrowed, accentuating the unnatural wide stare of his other, “Do not. Interrupt me again.” His voice had dropped from his casual tone, this one oozed pure malice, an undercurrent of threat that sent shivers racing down your spine.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed down the lump that felt like it was on the verge of choking you, managing to nod enough for his stare to move from you to the rafters above your head.

There’s a flurry of movement, a flash of blue- and then a young girl, no older than eight or nine, lands with a loud bang on Silco’s desk. Your heart feels almost jumps out of your chest in shock, and you can see the smirk curling at Silco’s lip when you fight to control your breathing.

“Is this her?” The girl peers at you suspiciously, leaning forward to poke your face, you allow her, mainly from the death glare that silco sends you, warning you not to move.

He sighs slightly when he tries to move his paperwork from beneath her, relenting when she simply decides that you’re uninteresting enough for her to stretch back and sprawl across his desk like a cat. “Yes Jinx this is her, she’s going to teach you how to build better bombs.”

Jinx snapped upright glaring at you, “I don’t need anyone to teach me!” She cried, throwing her arms up in the air.

“Jinx it’s important to learn the fundamentals of mechanics before you can make it your own. And y/n here can teach you that.” Jinx rolled her eyes and sighed, swinging her legs over to settle in Silco’s lap, wrapping long gangly arms around him and burying her face in his chest. “But I don’t want to be taught…” she whined, voice muffled by the expensive cloth.

Wait-hold on a minute- he wanted you to teach her?? Your brain only just seemed to process that information, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out- “wait a minute I never said that I’d teach anyone anything!”

“Jinx, go with Sevika.” “But-“ “Now please Jinx.”

The young girl huffed, reluctantly untangling herself from Silco and following Sevika out of the room, but not before turning to blow a raspberry at you.

You couldn’t help the question that burst from your lips the minutes the door had latched behind the two- “You have a daughter?!” The dots were not connecting in your brain at all, the Eye of fucking Zaun had a child?

“Are you always this obtuse? The answer to that seems fairly obvious to me.” The arrogant drawl had returned and you bristled, struggling to push down the irritation that threatened to rear its ugly head.

Shaking it off, you quickly remembered exactly why you’d been brought here- “wait you want me to teach her?! To blow things up??” You near screeched.

“I-“

“I never agreed to teach anybody anything- I don’t even know how to teach! I-“ Your voice abruptly cut off when he drew a knife from a drawer of his desk, pointing the sharp end at you, gazing at you under a half lidded eye.

“What. Did I tell you… about interrupting?”

You froze, eyes fixed on the blade, until he snapped his fingers and you jumped, “what did I say?” He snarled, baring his teeth.

“N-not to..” By Janna, you’d never stuttered before in your life.

“Exactly.” He stabbed the knife into his desk with a satisfied smirk on his face, “now where were we? Oh yes, teaching my daughter.” He’d returned to reading through and signing papers as he spoke to you, as if you were barely worthy of his attention.

“Respectfully… sir, I uh- I don’t know how to teach and I-“

“Well, if you don’t accept I could always pay your mother a visit, she’s ill isn’t she?”

Your blood turned to ice in your veins. “I…” you couldn’t find it in you to speak, whatever you were going to say died before it ever reached the air. He didn’t even deign to look up at you, the flippant nature of his tone chilling you almost as much as the threat.

“You will only be required to ‘teach’ for an hour a day, and you will be well compensated for your time.” He had plucked a small money bag from some other drawer in that massive desk, and he tossed it at you. It hit your chest and fell into your hands, heavier than you expected.

“I’ll give you a day to consider my offer.” You blinked up at him, the icy chill from his threat towards the only family member you had left spreading through you like poison.

“You can go.” He dismissed you, already busying himself with the papers in front of him, you practically stumbled out of the door, nearly crashing into Sevika.

She grinned down at you, eyes running up and down your trembling form, “need an escort home darling?” You shook your head, trying to claw together the remaining scraps of your confidence. “N-no I’m good..” her knowing smirk rankled you, and you, unable to bear being perceived as weak, drove your elbow into her ribs on the way past, ducking swiftly under her fist and dancing out of her reach.

“Not unless you were planning come back to my place sweetheart.” You winked at her before hightailing it out of there, your heartbeat pounding in your throat and your stomach had sunk to somewhere near the bottom of your shoes.

You shoved, elbowed and clawed your way through the crowds to the exit, drawing in deep lungfuls of cold bitter air, thick with pollution, but infinitely better than the suffocating atmosphere of his office. The neon sign of the Last Drop lights the lanes in front of you, and without thinking you turn towards the harsh green glare, imagining for a moment- what it would be like to work for the most powerful person in the Undercity.

A shadow moves beneath the sign and you squint, making out the tall thin silhouette of a man leaning against a rail, the burning embers of his cigar casting an orange glow across his face. The silhouettes head tilts, and the red eye of Zaun peers down at you from the darkness, glowing with a fierce intensity that had you freezing like a deer in headlights.

You tore your gaze away, managing to maintain some dignity as you refrained from stumbling over the uneven cobbled ground. It wasn’t until you burst through the door of your apartment that you allowed yourself to collapse against a wall.

“Oh fuck.”

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 9 months

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Promise Me

by Seanyx17

Caitlyn never expected what she'd find out after coming to America once she graduated from oxford. She knew she was going to visit her family for a holiday before settling down and finding a job. She didn't expect to be thrown into work once she got there, or how hard living in prohibition would be, or meeting a woman at a jazz club she'd been invited to by her boss.

Plus, there was the fact that her parents kept a secret from her she isn't sure she was meant to unwrap. Then again she didn't know how they thought she wouldn't figure it out.

Words: 2072, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Other

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Tobias Kiramman, Cassandra Kiramman, Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Grayson (Arcane: League of Legends), Ambessa Medarda, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Mel Medarda/Jayce Talis, Jayce (League of Legends)/Mel Medarda/Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktor

Additional Tags: Eventual Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Stubborn Caitlyn (League of Legends), Protective Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Badass Vi (League of Legends), Protective Vi (League of Legends), POV Third Person, Useless Lesbians, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Sex, NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Humor, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Period Typical Language, Alternate Universe - 1920s, 1920s, New York City, New York, Big Gay Mobsters, Mobster Vi, New York Mafia Scene, Ambiguous Jayce and Viktor Relationship (League of Legends), Minor Jayce/Mel Medarda, somewhat slowburn, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Humor, Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Smut, Strong Female Characters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Historical References, Historical Accuracy, Historical Inaccuracy, Queer Themes, reclamation of derogatory slang, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Caitlyn (League of Legends), Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Not Caitlyn and Vi, barely beta read

from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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Warm Up

Pairing: Silco/FemReader Rating: Explicit Warning: Smut, light bondage, probably ooc Silco Summary: A warm up to Silco x reader, pure smut so it’s all under the read more

He had you pinned to his desk. One hand held both your wrists and the other undid his belt. You were watching as he undid it, slowly and carefully. It slid from the last loop and then he wrapped it around your wrists, and all you could give was a soft whimper, as his two free hands stroked your thighs.

"Easy, doll." His lips twitched as his mismatched eyes met your gaze. You gave a little moan as his hand brushed down your side. "So needy. But you do so well." Silco's head leaned down, and you gasped as he bit your neck. He loved over the bite with his tongue, and sucked in another mark not even an inch from it.

"Taking care of Jinx and I. You're such a good girl." His words were like a slow, warm wind that ghosted over your neck. His hands weren't slow but careful as they came up to cup your breasts. Your nipples were toyed with until your moans and whimpers echoed against his office walls.

You felt tge press of his hips against your own. Only a few layers of fabric separated you and the hardness he pressed against you. "Please." You began to tremble as he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped as he bit, wrists squirming against the belt.

He pulled his mouth off with a pop after a moment of listening to the belt buckle struggle against the desk. "Please what, darling?"

He rested his head between your breasts, chin close to your sternum as he didn't let you escape his gaze.

He wanted to watch you beg for him. And so you did, softly and prettily. Begging for his cock, to fill you, to fuck you. "Silco, please!"

He hummed, and ran his tongue down the middle of your tits. Then ran it back up until his mouth met yours. Soft to start, before his tongue was in your mouth.

His hands were gone from your body, and you moaned into his mouth. You heard the shuffling of clothes. He pulled away, staring down at you as you felt his cock against your pussy. He kept watching you as he slowly, so fucking slowly, pressed himself inside.

You were a mess as he bottomed out. Panting, whimpering, the loudest moan aching out of your throat. He gave a low thrust and chuckled at your gasp. "That's my girl. So good."

His mouth was on yours again, but it wasn't long before it moved. He was fucking you slowly to start, too slowly while his lips brushed over your face. Your forehead, your nose, the tops of your cheek. When he got to your mouth again, you kissed him when he hovered teasingly close.

He groaned against your mouth, and his thrusts went faster. One hand gripping at your thigh as you wrapped it around his hip, the other one moving. Rubbing at your waist, cupping a breast, and then going to your clit. He swirled around it, until you began to tighten around his dick. Then he pressed harder, held your trembling thigh around him and pressed his forehead to yours, letting your cries ring out against the walls.

It was only a few moments after you came, still panting and sweaty, that you felt his thrusts change, losing their pattern. The tightness from where he gripped you. His groan hidden with a kiss, but you felt his shudder, the last press of his hips to yours, before he emptied himself inside of you.

You both laid there, panting for a moment. And once that moment was up, you took the opportunity to kiss the scarred side of his face. He wasn't too surprised by it, only a quick flicker of his gaze.

Your hands were freed next, and he rubbed over your wrists. He checked over them and the marks he left on your throat. And then he looped the belt back into his pants and reached for a cigar.

You moved, and you watched as his lips twitched as your legs gave a small tremble when your feet hit the floor. He patted his lap, and he kept an arm around you as you settled there.

He had you cut and light the cigar for him. There were no words, and you didn't feel the need for them, as you nuzzled under his chin. The hand holding you, rubbed small circles into your back.

Care and safety was a rare thing to feel in the undercity. But in Silco's Zaun, you felt it everyday.

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upsidedowncities · 2 years

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The Eye that Sees and The Heart that Beats

The undercity was never kind to people who had something about them that could be exploited. It would take and infect and pollute and spit you out with nothing. The very air reminded those trapped within it with each breath that they were less. They didn’t deserve to breathe clean air from above. In the eyes of Piltover the people from the undercity were too far gone to be saved. So they were left to choke on the filthy smog.

Hasson had taught you from day one that family wasn’t blood. Blood was a luxury you couldn’t afford. Family were those whose backs you watched, and in turn they watched yours. But as much as his lessons of independence and not relying on anyone were what he spoke out loud, what he did told a different story. He loved you, and he had loved you since the moment he pulled you half drowned out of the river. You knew he suffered more hardship for the sake of protecting you. Two mouths were much more expensive to feed than one, so often he fed one. And growing up you never starved. As you got older you saw the toll it was taking on him. So you began to work, as most children of the underground did. You started off choking in the mines, but then at the urging of Hasson, found something in the Lanes. You worked in a small restaurant. Bussing tables and washing dishes at first, and then ultimately ending up the bartender. Hasson also taught you that you could never let them see you bleed. He taught you how to defend yourself, and gifted you a knife that you kept strapped to your thigh. It was a little thing, like yourself. Easily underestimated. But it was lethal. Just like the undercity.

It was spring when you were walking home from the restaurant. If you could even call it that. Spring in the Lanes was not heralded with clear fresh air or flowers. Rather a couple extra hours of yellowish light that filtered down through the fumes from above. You were grateful for it in a small way. Because if you held your breath and closed your eyes the sun would warm your skin, and you could pretend you were somewhere else. Somewhere kinder. You never dawdled though. That was a good way to get hurt. So you passed quickly through the towering spires of stacked buildings, and over the fissures on your way home. Usually you didn’t stop once.

But today you heard a sound, a high pitched whine. It sounded like a kid. It sounded scared. You stopped and turned to face the alley. And sure enough, there was a kid. Maybe 8 or 9 with bright blue hair. Being backed into a corner by two grown men maybe twice her size. You debated a moment before setting your jaw and stepping over. Your boots made a sizable splash in the puddle at the entrance to the alley before you passed over.

“I really hope I’m not interrupting something important.” you fawned, your voice dripping with false sweetness.

“Actually you are, so get lost.” one of the men said, shifting his stance to face you. It was obvious they hadn’t planned on being interrupted.

“You see I already am, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the Last Drop.” You picked the name of the most well known pub in town, one they would be stupid to not know the name of. You smiled sweetly.

Your plan had been to distract the men long enough for the kid to slip away. But the kid didn’t move. And one of the men took a step towards you, clearly aiming to swing.

“Ugh, no need to be rude about it.” You pouted just before stepping to the side, feeling a slight shift in air as his fist sailed past your head. You pulled your knife from its place and moved to slash the mans arm. He grunted as blood rained down onto your cheek from the sizable gash in his arm. You had to be fast. There was no way you could match these guys in strength so you had to be quick. And say a prayer.

Sinking low to the ground you lashed out again, your knife finding its mark on the tendon on the inside of the man's knee. You jerked your knife back towards you from behind his knee until you felt a snap and heard his scream. His tendon was completely severed and his leg useless.

“Get out of here kid!” you grunted and that's all it took. A moment's hesitation and that would be your undoing. Can’t hesitate down here, that's when the undercity will kill you.

The second man catches you by the hair. You feel a vicious yanking and cry out as your head is brought up. His knuckles collide with your stomach and you curse the big bulky rings he's wearing as your breath leaves you. Tears well up in your eyes from the impact and your breath is leaving you in shaking coughs. He drops you to the ground and you feel a piece of what must be glass imbed itself in your forehead. Your left eye is red and all you can smell is the coppery scent of your own blood pouring down your face. You curl in on yourself and prepare for him to start kicking. Praying to whatever god who must have abandoned you long ago that it's quick. Everyone hopes to go quickly. But the kicks never come. You hear shouting and the sound of a struggle. The man's shadow leaves your body and you can vaguely hear him fighting someone else. Blows are exchanged for a moment and then there is the sound of mechanic whirring followed shortly by the sound of bones shattering and the thump of what can only be a lifeless body. You didn’t hear any screams. You lift your head and see a tall woman with a metal arm standing above you. And the girl. The little girl you came here for. She is crying and something inside you twists painfully. She says something to the woman but you can’t hear. There's a ringing coming from the base of your skull that seems to be drowning out all other sounds. The last thing you see is the woman bending over you before your head falls to the concrete again and the ringing turns to a piercing shriek and then nothing.

You wake to find yourself in a bed, it's not comfortable. But it is also decidedly more comfortable than most beds in the Undercity. It smells clean, and the sheets have a slightly scratchy unused quality. It’s strange. You look around the room, trying to gather your surroundings. You seem to be in a shoddy hospital. Its shoddy because it's dark, and clearly never meant to be a medical facility. Pipes criss-cross above you, and the air has a wet stale quality. But it's been converted into one. There are a few mismatched shelving units bearing medical supplies. And a few other curtained cubicles, clearly containing other cots. A noise to your right alerts you to the presence of the woman from the alley. She is dozing in a folding chair next to your bed. You shift and she startles awake.

“Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty.” She says gruffly

When you respond with nothing she sighs.

“You really should be more careful. Good deeds are a bad idea.” she says, softer this time.

“I couldn’t just leave her.” you say, your voice coming out less words and more hoarse croak.

“She would have been fine, I was nearly there.” she says, irritation rising in her voice.

“Well good thing, cause I wouldn’t have stood a chance. Thank you.” you said quietly, turning to stare at the ceiling again.

Your head swam with thoughts. Where were you? Why did the little girl have a guard? Whose kid was she to be that important? Did Hasson know where you were? How long had you been gone? Where was your bag? Among a few at the forefront of your mind.

The woman cleared her throat, startling you from your thoughts.

“You’ve been out for about a day, your shit is safe, it's upstairs. I am supposed to give you painkillers and ask where you want to be dropped off.”

You paused, hesitant to tell her where you lived. After a moment you settled on telling her to drop you in the square, you could wait for her to leave and then head up to your and Hasson’s apartment. She would never know which it was.

“Can you drop me off at the square by the Last Drop?” you asked

“Oh that’s easy. We’re in the basement now. I’ll help you upstairs to get your stuff and then you can just go.”

“What do you mean we’re at the drop?” you asked, voice shaking slightly with the implication.

“She means, that girl you saved? Was my daughter.” A smooth voice came from the other end of the room. The woman next to you stood up quickly.

As you turned to see where the voice had come from, blood drained from your face. There in the doorway stood Silco. The king of the Undercity. The man everyone feared enough to have some semblance of law down here. He was corrupt, and a murderer. But he did provide structure. And under him the undercity had seen economic growth unlike the time of his predecessor who was more content hiding than seeking more. You were of the persuasion to be inclined to respect this man. He came up from the mines and made something of himself. He was proof that maybe they had a chance. But he was also of the persuasion to kill people who crossed his path. And here you were, caught like a deer in the headlights.

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I meant no insult on your guards capability, nor did I try to hurt her. Please forgive me.” Your voice shook as you spoke.

He stood there a moment, before the corner of his mouth quirked up into the ghost of a smile.

“Relax girl. Jinx told me everything, it’s not often I run into those who do something just cause it is right.” He said, and while the words themselves were kind, his tone was measured and calculated.

“I wanted to pay you back for the services, and any wages you may have lost while unconscious.” he said, his mouth settling back into his clearly schooled expression of neutrality. He crossed the room in only a few strides and dropped a small sachet in your lap. You didn’t open it. Silco stood at the foot of the bed and observed you. From your vantage point you could see he was tall, and lean but not thin. He was clearly strong. And his eyes. Everyone knew about his eyes. One a striking green that could be considered quite pretty, the other wide and scarred. Orange set in a black void. You wondered how it happened, and if it bothered him at all.

You shook these thoughts from your mind. He’s Silco, not some dog to ogle at on the street. You pointedly removed your gaze from his face and stared at your hands.

“Thank you, it’s unnecessary but very appreciated.” You said softly as you toyed with the string on the bag in your lap. The bag alone was nicer material than anything you owned.

“Don’t speak of it.” And with that he turned and left.

The woman who was still standing by your side waited until his footsteps before moving to help you up. You winced as you moved your torso. It was slow going. But eventually you were dressed and your items were returned to you. Plus the money and medicine from Silco. As she walked you to the door the woman turned to you.

“Word to the wise, kind is stupid. Don’t be stupid.” She said roughly.

You nodded once and offered a small smile. She looked away from you and opened the door. You stepped out onto the street and looked back at the Last Drop in enough time to see the door swing shut. You exhaled a shaky breath and walked across the plaza to your apartments entrance, cold gray dawn light barely filtering down from topside to the Undercity street at your back.

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Chapter 5 of Lessons in Alchemy is up! Follow along for the glacially slow burn...

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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 27

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The Battle of Illumination

Chapter 4: Clueless

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Summary: You have your first meeting with Chross and begin to think for yourself.

[silco x fem!reader] [4.9k words][no y/n] [set before act 1] [SFW] [angst] [20y/o naive reader] [Chp 4/16] [Canon-typical violence] [mild injury] [relationship development] [alcohol use]

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Without the mask to filter it, you found the full scent of Shimmer to be quite pleasant. Intoxicating, even. Much like the man you’ve been working under for the past week. Observing him at every possible moment you could, Silco revealed his hatred for the topsiders as well as Vander.

You could see lingering respect for Vander through the harsh criticism he offered daily. You guessed Silco had worked with Vander in the past and the partnership’s epic end was monumental in Silco’s transformation. Being the private man that he is, he never revealed what happened to him and you knew better than to prod an open wound.

Losing yourself in the depths of the river you failed to notice the footsteps approaching you. The pink hue of the drug offered a soft reflection in the glass before you and a slight shift in it caught your eye. Your breath hitched as your eyes focused on Silco’s face, right behind you.

Whipping around you caught a glimpse of a smirk before it was replaced with his usual judgemental expression.

“No mask today, Krysa?” Silco observed aloud seeking the reason behind it.

“You don’t like it.” You responded easily, a light blush reddening your face at the implied meaning. Refusing to be embarrassed in front of such a man, your gaze didn’t waver from his. Meeting his mismatched glare has gotten easier for you with more encounters with him. Even welcoming it when you catch him staring at you from afar, which happened more than you care to admit.

You’d like it more if you knew he wouldn’t hurt you but you had no such delusions. Dancing on the edge of the knife has taken its toll on you, dulling the primal fear Silco should induce. Sensing this, he took a few steps closer until he saw the hesitation of fear in your eyes.

“Why do you care what I think? You’re loyal to Chross, are you not?” Silco interrogated you, tilting his head to look at you fully with his demonic eye. You took a moment to breathe in the scent of cigars, aftershave, and shimmer before answering.

“Of course, I am,” You spat out before calming your tone and adding, “believing in your cause is not in conflict with my loyalty to Chross. Unless you plan on betraying him, then it most certainly would be a problem.” Raising your eyebrows accusingly, you studied his face as he chose his words carefully.

“You believe in me?” Silco mused, causing you to bite your lip. His eyes followed the motion, making you feel a familiar heat gathering in your stomach. He took another step closer. Gods he was close now. He could touch the glass behind you if he just reached out. Thoughts of him pinning you there filled your head and you found it difficult to look him in the eyes.

“I believe you’re one of the only people willing to do what it takes to change things around here.” You spoke timidly, starting to breathe heavier. It felt like he took up all the air in the room and you were struggling to get enough oxygen.

“This drug, shimmer , will destabilize the undercity. It will create addicts and orphan children. Is that the kind of change you want?” He asked with a daring glint to his teal eye.

“No,” You admitted, “but the topsiders have been doing those things for years. They won’t be benefiting from it this time, you will. If we use that opportunity to unite the Underground, they’ll have no choice but to give us our independence.” Your ears began burning with passion and you averted your gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

Did I say we ? And us ? Shit.

A gasp left your lips as he held your chin firmly, bringing your eyes back up to meet his.

“ Never feel ashamed of your beliefs. You want something better for yourself and the city you live in. That is something to be proud of.” He pronounced, looking into your soul with his gaze of ice and fire. His hand left you after a minute as he took a step back before turning around completely. “You have a meeting with Chross, don’t you?” He said after a short pause.

His abrupt dismissal brought you out of your reverie, making you feel insecure. You left without another word, confused about your recent interaction. Yes, he was most likely manipulating you. His words affected you regardless, and you knew it was a dangerous trap to be stuck in. His praise had lifted your spirit and you yearned for it. He made you feel like you were doing something right for the first time since your father died.

Remembering the touch you and Silco shared, you couldn’t help but hope there was something more in the way he looked at you. Maybe you were just touch-starved and lonely, but you wanted more with him . He’s the first man you had craved and you couldn’t help but feel depressed with the prospect of never going down that rabbit hole.

Dream on, why would he waste his time with a kid like you?

Sighing as you exited the bunker door, you collided with what felt like a mountain.

“Hello, Sevika,” You grunted, rubbing your now aching shoulder.

“Where are you off to, brat ?” She inquired, loose ash from the cigar in her mouth falling to the floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, backing away from her. She frowned and eyed you suspiciously. Taking her silence as your cue to leave, you quickened your pace out of the warehouse away from her piercing eyes. Sevika barely spoke to you and when she did it was with barely concealed hostility. You took it as a challenge, never letting her temper get to you.

She took to calling you brat in place of Chross’ pet name for you and you found it strangely endearing. Having a nickname made you feel like you were being accepted into this dysfunctional family. Sevika’s men fit in immediately, some of them already knowing the others from the past. You felt like an outcast a lot of the time and it’s one of the reasons why you stopped wearing Chross’ mask. It just reminded them that you weren’t one of them; you were just a spy for the infamous Piltovian gangster.

Despite what you had told Silco earlier, you did feel a slight pull of resentment for being loyal to Chross. It didn’t stem from devotion to Silco, but self-respect that he had brought out in you. More confident in yourself than ever, you found yourself dreading the weekly meeting with Chross.

Arriving in his parlor, you inhaled the scent of Chross’ expensive cigars and found you preferred the smell of Silco’s brand. Pushing the thought out of your head as fast as it arrived, you were swiftly led to Chross’ ornate office door. The agent opened it for you, looking at you with disdain.

What did I do to deserve that look?

Walking through the door you decided to ignore the agent’s sour glance. There was a new fancy chair in front of his desk, making you recall the screaming man from the last time you were here. Chross had his hands folded and waited for you to sit before clearing his throat.

He’s usually lighting a cigar, why isn’t he lighting his cigar?

“Silco has allied with Sevika. She has added her men to his cause, helping make weapons and gathering ingredients for his drug, Shimmer.” You spoke confidently, sitting on the edge of the plush chair.

“How is he treating you?” He asked almost delicately.

Like you care.

“He treats me with indifference like every other person under his thumb.”

“But you are not under his thumb .” He sneered dangerously, stealing whatever confidence you entered with. “Where is your mask?” His thin, wrinkled lips quivered as he asked. Panic washed over you as your mind scrambled for an appropriate response.

“I forgot it.” You muttered, fear making you feel like a small child again. You barely heard his next words over your deafening heartbeat.

“I expect you to wear it at all times. It is a symbol that you are one of mine, and he needs to be reminded of that. Demand the respect you are owed. I will not tell you again.” He finished chastising you and took a deep breath, dispelling his anger. Leaning back in his chair, he reached for his humidor.

“What does this shimmer do, exactly?” He inquired, clipping the cigar he delicately chose.

“I haven’t seen the effects with my own eyes yet but I am told it transforms the user into a hulking beast imbued with great physical strength. They are trying to make it so the subject can survive an initial dose. I’m not privy to the scientist’s progress and his notes are never far from his reach.” You offered the details gladly, hoping it would bring you out of the proverbial doghouse.

Chross hummed in thought for a moment before pushing forward a small coin pouch. Swallowing the lump in your throat you took the bag and gave a respectful nod before leaving the office. You kept your head down the rest of the way out of the building, feeling ashamed of how confidently you had walked in. Silco had made you forget that you were just a stupid kid.

Anger fueled your movements as you made your way back to the cannery, feeling particularly irritated as you arrived. You went straight for your room; a storage closet on the right side of the building. It had room for only a twin bed on a metal frame and a nightstand with three drawers.

Home sweet home.

You sighed as you fished Chross’s gas mask out of the top drawer, studying his mark before laying it around your neck. You wouldn’t comply completely and this little act of rebellion made you feel slightly better about being owned by Chross. Exiting your room, the mask feels like a noose around your neck and you pull it periodically, trying to loosen Chross’ invisible hold on you.

Sevika popped out of the bunker door when you were a few steps away and smirked as she met your glare.

“You’re coming with me, Brat.” She said menacingly as she continued walking towards the exit. Biting the inside of your lip you followed a few paces behind her, not wanting the conversation proximity would bring. She forced it on you anyway, slowing down to walk beside you.

“What’s the matter, did your meeting with your boss not go well?” She basked in your irritation and you wish you could punch the smile off her face. When you didn’t answer she continued, “Did it have to do with the fact you’ve been giving Silco fuck-me eyes for the last week?”

You tripped over your own feet and Sevika let out a rough laugh. As you regained your balance you shot her an angry look before retorting.

“I have not been giving him… whatever eyes. He’s been staring at me, not the other way around.”

“You wouldn’t have to protest so much if you didn’t wanna fuck him.” She remarked a little too smug for your liking. Letting out a frustrated growl you walked the rest of the way in a simmering silence.

I mean, of course, you wanted to fuck him. But that was never an option, right? You couldn’t imagine he saw you as anything but a kid whose sole purpose was to spy on him. Even at that, you knew Chross had other agents keeping an eye on the cannery, making sure there are no prying eyes. The longer you spent with Silco the less your position with Chross made sense.

You gave up trying to understand Chross for the moment and cleared your mind, focusing on the sound of your footsteps and the smell of the salty air that you’ve come to appreciate.

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You couldn’t help but admire Sevika’s strength as she pinned the shopkeeper against the wall and lifted him by his neck. It was a mistake, you realize too late, as the shopkeeper’s son knocked you back with a punch to the face. The pain sent you into a rage and you channeled all your frustrations into beating the kid senseless. Sevika pulled you off of him, preventing yet another kick to the kid’s stomach.

The shopkeeper threw the money to Sevika and she caught it with her free hand, holding you in a headlock with the other. She dragged you out of the store that way despite your grunts of protest and wriggling. Letting you go by throwing you forward, you stumbled before straightening your back and staring daggers at Sevika.

“Don’t even think about it, Brat. You won’t win.” She confidently stated, gray eyes unblinking as she waited for your next move. You spit out the blood that had been pooling in your mouth and turned away from her, heading back to Silco’s.

“Good choice.” You heard her say before hearing footsteps following you. You hadn’t lost any teeth but you had a gash on the inside of your mouth that wouldn’t stop bleeding. The scared look of the shopkeeper seared into the backs of your eyelids, seeing him every time you blinked. A ruthless person wouldn’t feel bad about what you had done, and you reflected on the usefulness of his son being there.

He was a pawn, just like you.

Chills raced across your spine at the potential reasoning behind your placement with Silco.

That can’t be right. If I was collateral that would mean I have worth to Chross, which I most certainly do not.

Remembering your latest meeting, Chross had asked nothing of Silco and his past; Only how he treated you. If the information you gather is already known, what use do you have besides as a hostage? Silco had been looking at you intensely this first week. Was he trying to figure out what to do with you? Then it struck you; If you’re a hostage you’ve been acting abhorrently.

You tried chasing away the disturbing idea and instead focused on the painful swelling inside your mouth. When you arrived back at the cannery Sevika touched your shoulder and nodded her head in the direction of the basement. Climbing down the stairs behind her, she pulled out a flask and handed it to you before turning to the scientist.

“She needs stitches in her mouth, can you do it?” Sevika asked, your eyes widening as you realized what that would mean. Long, spindly, skeleton fingers inside your mouth . Your stomach turned violently and you leaned on a nearby table and groaned. Sevika quickly grabbed a trash can and got it to you just in time for you to vomit in it.

“You’re not supposed to swallow the blood, idiot.” She insulted you as she held your hair back almost gently. The bile stung your cut and you winced in pain. Spitting the new blood out you took a large swig of whatever was in the flask. The strong alcohol burned a hole in your esophagus and made you cough violently to Sevika’s delight.

The scientist, also the doctor you now learned, placed a few supplies on the table beside you. Pulling over a lamp, he adjusted the light to shine down into your face. He grabbed a hooked needle and you watched in silent terror as he threaded it. Spitting again you took another large swig, this time only letting out a small cough.

Sevika placed a stool behind you, pushing down on your shoulders to sit you down. The doctor brought over his stool, scooting closer than you ever wanted to be to him.

“Open.” He commanded after dowsing the needle with alcohol, leaning over you. You obeyed, trying not to show how nervous you were. Willing your mind blank as you felt his fingers in your mouth. Not wanting to look at him while he worked, you shut your eyes as you feel the needle enter your mouth. You grabbed the table and let out a pained groan at the first stitch.

“Don’t move.” The doctor muttered and Sevika grabbed your head from behind, holding it still. The rest of the stitches filled you with similar white-hot pain and you felt lightheaded by the time he told you to take another swig of the alcohol and swish. Your stomach was on fire from it and the warmth was spreading to your face when the doctor shooed you away with a wave of his hand.

You had never been drunk before and you tried your best to walk straight. What happened, in reality, was an entirely different story. You wobbled around, holding onto one of the tables for support. Observing you with a humorous lift of an eyebrow, Sevika lent you a hand, helping you hobble up the stairs.

“I didn’t know you were such a lightweight, Brat.” She prodded gleefully as you held onto her as if you’d float away without her.

“Shuddup.” You slurred as she dragged you through the bunker door. Looking up when her feet came to a stop, you met Silco’s amused gaze.

“What happened?” He asked in a bored tone.

“We went on the rounds and a shopkeeper didn’t wanna pay so I had to rough him up. His son thought he could help his old man out by sucker-punching Brat.” Sevika reported, drawing Silco’s attention.

“Did you teach him a lesson?” He asked in a dark tone. Sevika laughed.

“No need. She took care of it. The shopkeeper was so scared I doubt we’ll have trouble with him again after what she did to his son.” She gloated on your behalf, making you feel a small amount of pride. Offering your best smile, Silco grimaced at the sight and turned back to Sevika.

“Put her to bed.” He commanded as if you were a child. You fought Sevika’s iron grip on you as your anger flared.

“I’m notta child . You can’t tell me whatta do.” You slurred, pointing a wavering finger in his direction. Sevika tightened her grip in an attempt to shut you up but the damage was done.

Silco grabbed you by your hair and led you to your room that way, making you stumble as the room swirled at the tilt of your head. He opened your bedroom door and flung you onto the bed. Rolling over, you looked at him standing over you and you couldn’t help but undress him with your eyes. Faint interest swirled in his corrupted eye before he frowned.

“You look like a lopsided chipmunk, get some rest.” He scolded as you huffed at the insult.

“ Asshole,” You muttered, earning a small chuckle as Silco turned off your light and closed the door.

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You awoke in your familiar, pitch-black closet of a room. Licking your lips you wince as you remember your wound and lightly trace the stitches with your tongue. It felt like a jagged mess of skin and thread and you couldn’t help but wonder if the doctor knew what he was doing. Wouldn’t matter either way with limited medical care in the lanes.

Sitting up, your head throbbed and you remembered Silco leading you into your room by your hair. A fact that you would have stored away for later if not for the embarrassing realization that everyone in the warehouse had seen him do it.

There goes my chance at being taken seriously.

Grumbling to yourself you got to your feet, feeling along the surface of the door for the handle. Shuffling out into the warehouse you shielded your eyes against the soft, early-morning light. The warehouse was as quiet as it gets with only a few goons; one at the forge and two having a low conversation by the crates.

Deciding to report into Silco before grabbing something to eat, you head down the stairs with heavy steps. Silco was sitting in a high-backed chair, looking out of the large window. He turned his head, peering at you with his teal eye before standing and facing you fully. You could tell he hadn’t slept with bags under his eyes and loose strands of hair falling into his face.

Walking slowly over to you, he pulled out a small vial of Shimmer from his vest pocket.

“I want to try something,” Silco started, a curious glimmer in his good eye. “Will you indulge me?”

He stopped just inside your personal space and your face flushed at his words. Satisfied with your reaction, his eyes traveled down to your neck spotting the gas mask. Narrowed eyes tinted with irritation met yours again, pressing you for an answer.

“Y-yes,” You managed to stutter out before your brain fully processed his inquiry. A hint of a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he gestured to the seat he was sitting at when you entered.

“Sit.” He ordered, relishing his control over you a little too much. You dug your nails into your palms as you sat in the chair and he placed himself just in front of you, your knees brushing his legs. Unscrewing the cap of the vial and storing it in a pocket, he grabbed your chin, tilted your head up, and looked down at you with an intensity that scared you. Lips parted, you looked up at him with wide eyes and you stayed just like that for a moment.

“Do you trust me?” He asked in a teasing tone, mismatched eyes shifting between your own.

“Not even a little.” You replied with a light giggle, earning another hidden smirk that made your heart flutter. Chipped teeth peeked through his parted lips and his tired eyes studied your lips for a moment before he spoke again.

“Open your mouth.” His eyes gleamed with anticipation as you hesitated a moment before complying. He tilted your head to the side so your stitches were visible to him. Hovering the Vial just outside of your mouth, a single drop of Shimmer made contact with your wound and instantly absorbed into the wound. A violent shock ran through your body, closing your jaw tightly as you yelped at the sudden rush.

Silco soothed you with a caress of his thumb against your jaw as you came back down.

“Let me see.” He instructed with patience you didn’t know he had. You opened your mouth for him again and he hummed, pleased with the result. As you closed your mouth again you traced back over the stitches and found only thread over a scar. Your eyes widened, realizing the potential.

“You knew it could do this? How?” You thought aloud excitedly, re-examining his scarred face. “You used it, didn’t you?” You reached out to touch his face and he grabbed your wrist before you could. He lost all humor in his expression and you knew you fucked up.

“Silco,” You almost whispered, “You’re a beautiful monster.” Flattering him was, admittedly, against your better judgment. He let go of your wrist harshly and walked over to a table to grab some tweezers and medical scissors from a pile of first aid supplies.

“Take them out yourself. Try not to make a mess.” He sneered as he handed over the supplies roughly, making you flinch. Looking at the floor in submission you retreated to the bathroom on the main floor.

I’m such an idiot sometimes. Why can’t I hold my tongue around him?

The fluorescent light flickered for a moment before staying on, bathing you in harsh white light. There was no more swelling in your face, only faint bruising. Pulling down the collar of your jacket you noticed the bruises Silco had left on your neck that first night were all but gone. Only light yellow splotches remained where his fingers pressed into your arteries.

You wondered how Chross would have reacted if he saw the bruises when you reported back to him. Would he have punished Silco in some way? Did he care for your well-being or is there some other reason that’s hidden from you?

Sighing deeply, you brought the scissors up to your mouth, sliding them delicately along your skin, clipping the stitches as you go. Dropping the scissors in the sink you wield the pliers next, grabbing a hold of a strand. You had to pull harder than you would have liked, tears streaming from your eyes involuntarily. When you pulled the last one out you threw the tweezers down and grabbed the sink with shaking hands.

Looking yourself in the eyes you thought about where you went wrong in life. Would it have been better if you had just worked in the mines? Or would some tragedy have led you to this life no matter what you decided?

Running the water to clean off the tweezers and scissors, you spit out the little bit of blood that had accumulated in your mouth. Dragging your feet on your way back to the lab seemed your best option as you were not looking forward to another confrontation with Silco. To your relief, he was nowhere to be found but the doctor was now back in the lab.

You slip past him without a sound to place the borrowed tools back in the first aid pile. He notices you anyway, turning his full attention to you.

“Silco informed me he dosed you with his shimmer variant. Would you allow me to examine the wound?” He requested eagerly with a raspy voice. Tilting your head towards the ceiling you opened your mouth for him. Your whole body tensed when you felt cold fingers around your jaw, pulling your mouth open wider.

“Interesting…” The doctor hummed in thought before pulling away to scribble something in his notebook. When have people gotten so comfortable touching you? Feeling irritated, you left the basement and the warehouse completely in search of food.

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You noticed your clothes fit a little looser and cursed under your breath at your weight loss. Silco made sure to feed his men but the chef wasn’t aware of the necessity of seasoning. Briefly pondering stealing some spices, you told yourself that thieving would be bad. Then you thought about all the laws you’ve broken in the past week and told the angel on your shoulder to shove it.

The spices wouldn’t just help you , so it couldn’t be wrong, right?

You found the most crowded spice stall in the business district, not far from The Last Drop. Wading in between paying customers, you managed to pilfer a variety of spices before the vendor eyed you suspiciously. Satisfied with your bounty, you walked away confidently, losing yourself in the adrenaline rush.

Following your nose through your favorite food stalls, you found one that served big bowls of meat and rice in a spicy, savory sauce. Slurping it down loudly, movement in your periphery caught your eye. You weren’t sure what drew your attention at first until you saw one of Chross’ agents leaping from the building you were examining.

Chross is tailing me?

You froze over your now-empty bowl of food, suddenly queasy. There were only two reasons why you’d need a tail: he doesn’t trust you or he assigned them for your protection. As far as you knew Chross had no reason to distrust you.

I’m just an orphan he plucked off the street, why do I matter?

Standing from the stool you complimented the chef before seeking the refuge of Silco’s power.

The lift jolting to a stop signaled your feet to take you back to the cannery. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath of the fishy pollution, finding a kind of peace in it. It was the smell of home , now. Absentmindedly shuffling into the warehouse a loud whistle caught your attention. Snapping your head in the direction of the sound you found Sevika on the balcony pathway overlooking the bottom floor of the cannery.

You sighed as you lethargically climbed the stairs to lean on the railing beside her. Her hair wasn’t pulled up and you got a whiff of perfume mixed with her usual smoke and blood scent.

“Who’s the lucky gal?” You asked slyly, causing Sevika to break out into a mischievous grin.

“Just one of many,” She quipped, studying your face a moment with cold gray eyes before adding, “Something’s eatin' you up inside, kid. Spit it out.” She lit a cigarillo as you examined her face in search of malice. Wringing your hands over the iron banister you prepared your words carefully.

“I’m just… unsure of my position here.” You offered, looking anywhere but her face.

“I don’t think I’d respect you if you liked being Chross’ collateral.” She mused, flashing her patented cruel smirk. Your eyes shot to hers as she confirmed your suspicions, wide with surprise. Hiding your emotions again you hoped she didn’t just read you like a book.

“You didn’t know, did you?” She said almost teasing, crushing your hopes. You hid your face in your palms in frustration before speaking again.

“I’m coming to the slow realization that I don’t know shit.” You admitted in defeat. She grunted a short laugh and patted you on the back knocking the wind from you.

“That’s alright, kid. That’s the first step towards thinking for yourself. Just don’t let Chross see you do it.” She suggested with a wicked glance before taking a long pull on her cigarillo and leaving in a puff of smoke. The buzz of the second-hand nicotine and Sevika’s knowing glance brewed a scheme inside your head.

Information is power, and I have none right now. Someone’s going to give me answers come hell or high water.

#silco x reader #silco #arcane #no y/n #fanfiction #the battle of illumination #chapter 4 #slowburn

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When The Fire Consumes You

Author’s Note: STRONG TRIGGER WARNING for violence and drug use. 18+ only. Also this my first fanfic in like 12 years.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: uhhh fuck around and find out. There��s goth dragon wife, soft Silco, and Sevika being a raging lesbian. ISSA SLOWBURN. I’m already working on chapter 2

Chapter 1: Glass

The bass of the music shook my bones, it was just a few feet down the hall, but the beat called to me. I needed to move, I needed to dance, I just needed to get whatever these feelings were out of my body. I wanted to scream and cry, but I kept my composure while continuing to apply my make up.

‘Why the fuck did he make me feel like this?’

I felt absolutely weak and worthless as I looked at my reflection. I was clearly a physical entity, but he made me feel invisible and all I wanted was for him to look at me.

To love me.

“You’re pitiful.” I spat to myself, slamming down the eyeliner. I turned away from my reflection in the vanity mirror, disgusted with these seemingly desperate thoughts, and reached inside my make up bag. I needed to take the edge off, if I continue to sit here before my set, I was going to go crazy. I’m crawling out of my skin while searching for what lies at the bottom of my bag, a tiny vile.

I clear a section of the table and empty the contents of the vial, carefully laying out small, pale blue powder lines. I quickly snort one off the table before looking back at my reflection.

It was almost instantaneous, my pupils pinned, the world started to slow down. I felt the warmth creep across my brain and down my spine, finally consuming my body like a warm embrace. The bass in the distance no longer shook my core but became a soft vibration, so soothing and inviting. My swirling thoughts finally calmed, that’s what I wanted the most, to shut it all off. I shuddered with pleasure and cleaned off any residual powder off my nose.

‘That should keep me right for a few hours.’

These pain killers became a problem, but so was everything else in my life. I just needed something to help me through the day, living in Zaun wasn’t easy, having a shitty boyfriend didn’t help either. “At least you like your job.” I sighed, trying to keep my eyes open. Working at club Flowers wasn’t so bad, it was fun and good money. I soon succumbed to the high and closed my eyes while brushing my hair, untangling the green locks, trying to make it half way presentable.

A knock pulled me back to reality , “Omenia, you’re on in 10.” said a low voice from behind the door.

Setting the hairbrush down I yell, “I’ll be right there!” trying to sound excited.

Quickly stripping myself of my daily wear of a tight fitting catsuit, I begin to put on the black lace lingerie set. Clipping the bra and adjusting my breast to make sure they don’t expose themselves with any sudden movement, and carefully putting on the lace panties as not to rip the delicate fabric. I finally sit down and slip on my favorite pair of thigh high heels, they always made any outfit feel complete, no matter how little I was wearing.

Standing up I look in the mirror one last time before turning off the lights that surround the mirror.

‘You’re real.’

I headed down the dimly lit hall, soon the clacking of my heels is drowned out by music. Bathed in bright red lights, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. The nightclub is bursting with life, the red light making everyone look like an amalgamation of shadows, I stand there for a second looking around. ‘Where is he?’ I’m trying to search for a familiar figure in the sea of shapes. So many bodies packed in the booths and tables make it hard to tell anyone apart…or that could be the drugs clouding my vision, my eyes feel so heavy, I need to keep moving before I get the idea to crawl back to my dressing room and take a painkiller induced nap.

I start making my way to the stage. The silver pole is calling me. I leap on the stage, my heels make a crack that echos across the club that cues the music to stop. I see the shadows turn towards me…I got their attention.

‘They can see me.’

A sultry voice comes through the speaker, “A bad Omen has appeared, let’s welcome Omenia to the stage.”

The crowd claps and cheers. My heart pounds, my body tenses.

‘I’m real and they can see me.’

The music starts and my body moves almost on its own. Hips swaying to the beat of the music, I wrap my legs around the pole. I spin, ascending and descending with the flow of music. So many eyes of me, but I’m looking for him. My body moves for him, it needs to.

The bottom of the stage is piling with gold and silver coins. I could careless, all I wanted was for him to be there.

‘Can you see me?’

****

I quickly made my way back down the hallway after collecting the piles of coins off the stage into a purse. Judging by the weight of it, it felt like a good haul for the weekend. ‘Maybe we can afford to pick up from the dealer tonight.’ my brain is already eager for another fix. Opening the door to my dressing room, I toss the coin purse on to the vanity and lock the door.

With a little click the lights around the vanity flickers awake. I tensed. Frozen in a perpetual state of fear. I feel like a deer in the headlights.

“You’re here?” I finally croak out.

“I’ve fuckin been here.” The familiar voice sounded annoyed.

All I wanted was to see him in the crowd, and now that he was here in front of me, I was petrified to turn around. “Why weren’t you on the floor then?” I asked. There was a lump forming in my throat, my high was the only thing keeping back the tears and venom begging to pour from me. “Where the fuck have you been Jonathan?”

I could hear him shift in his chair, deciding on what bullshit lie he wanted to feed me tonight. “Hmmmm…” he trailed off for a moment, “I was busy.” The nonchalant tone in his voice was almost enough to send me off the edge.

The rage bubbled, the pain creeped across my brain, all I wanted was to turn around and scream. I whipped around and was ready to explode, but I didn’t have the energy, he knew that…he knew how tired I was after a set. He knew what he did to me.

Jonathan was so beautiful to me. He was a few years older than me but took good care of himself, well as good as mercenary work kept you. The large, muscular frame of the man, made my vanity chair look almost comically small under him. His skin was a beautiful shade of copper, and was a contrast to his long blond, almost white, hair. His strong features were scrunched into a scowl, yellow eyes glowing with rage. He was ready to pick a fight.

‘He sees me…’

‘He sees you as prey…’

“I missed you Jon.” I finally manage to get out.

“Bullshit.” He snapped, grabbing the coin purse off the vanity, “How much did you make tonight?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t get a chance to count it yet.” I said meekly. I already know where this is going. I’m not in the mood to fight but it’s going to turn into one at this rate.

He shakes the pouch a bit, the coins making a soft jingling noise, “Sounds like you made quite a bit, don’t you think?” a smirk on his face.

“Listen I need-“ he cuts me off.

“Why so you can put it up your fucking nose? No way.” He puts the pouch in a pocket somewhere inside of his leather vest. “I’m keeping this. If you need more money, go shake your ass for it.”

I start to boil over, the pain killers can only repress and numb so much, I can’t take this anymore. “I NEED MY FUCKIN FIX JONATHAN, AT LEAST GIVE ME THAT!” Screaming feels so good after everything he’s made me feel. I wanted to belt out a string of obscenities and pour my heart out to him…

‘Why don’t you love me?’

Jonathan practically jumps out of chair, taking a few strides towards me and I brace for impact. This time, nothing comes, he just towers over me, his yellow eyes searing into my whole being.

‘YES, LOOK AT ME, PLEASE LOOK AT ME.’

He reaches into his pocket takes out 4 little vials. “Make these last, if you want more, you go out there and make more fucking money.” He shoves the drugs into my hands and pushes me out of the way, unlocking the door.

“Wait!” I grab at Jonathan’s jacket, but he waves me off, “Will you at least stay for my sets? It’s been awhile since I danced for you.”

‘Please look at me. Don’t look away.’

“You dance for everyone,” his words are cold, it makes my heart sink. “I have shit to do anyway. I’ll see you Omenia.” He walks out and slams the dressing room door behind him.

I sink to the floor, once I can’t hear his boots stomping down the hall, I came undone. Tears rolling down my face, “I fucking HATE YOU,” I sobbed, “WHY WONT YOU LOOK AT ME?!” I was hysterical over this argument, it was nightly, but I felt as if it was getting worse, not better.

All I wanted was my boyfriend to do was love me, all I wanted was for him to see me again.

I feel helpless.

I feel hopeless.

I feel see through.

I’m shattering.

Like Glass.

****

The rest of the night was a blur. Getting high before every set, before every private show, I don’t even know how I was even functioning, but I was. I made so much coin, the most I have ever made in a night. Jonathan didn’t come back, so I was hoping I’d finally get to keep something for myself. I hid the last bit of money back in my dressing room and returned to the night club floor.

It was very late in the night, patrons were passed out drunk in booths, so were a few of the newer dancers. ‘Rookie move, dancing hungover is the worst…’ I thought to myself. The volume of the nights music no longer blaring, but lowered while other dancers gracefully moved and swayed to the beat, entertaining the last of the patrons who managed to still had coin to spend.

I sat on the stage and pulled out my a vial. I placed a bit of the blue powder on my palm and snorted it. I laid back on the stage, watching the lights overhead, shift and change. It was nice to relax after the events of tonight. Fighting with Jonathan was a common thing, but lately it hurt more. All I wanted was to have the relationship we had when we first met, we were so fiery and passionate. We loved each other so much, I still loved him, but did he love me? It felt like he didn’t even like me, his merc work sent him for days at a time…truthfully it felt like he was just avoiding me.

He came home with little to no money.

‘Either he’s spending it all somewhere else, or he’s avoiding the shit out me.’

I started clicking my heels together, lost in thought, trying to figure out what my scummy boyfriend was doing with his time. I mindlessly reach into my bra and take out a cigarette and twirl it in between my fingers, trying to come up with some sort of reasonable answer.

“What an interesting dance.” A man’s smooth voice breaks my concentration, “Do you need a light, dear?”

I quickly prop myself up, my heart drops as the stage lights expose the man’s sharp features. The scars on his face seem deeper, more pronounced and his one black eye looking completely soulless in the red light. My jaw drops, am I that high? The eye of Zaun is here? It was late, we shouldn’t be letting anymore customers in. My brain is firing in 20 different directions to figure out what is going on.

I must have looked dumbfounded because he spoke again, “I asked if you need a light?” his features hardened looking more intimidating under the glow. I quickly shoved the cigarette in my mouth and nodded, a gold lighter sparked to life and he lit my cigarette before lighting his own cigar. He sat down in one of chairs at the base of the stage I laid on, not breaking eye contact. “So is this what you do all night? Smoke and lay here?” He chuckled taking a drag of his cigar.

“No Silco-I mean Sir.” I sit on my knees and try and look more presentable. “It’s the end of the night and we are closing up.”

“Shame, I’d love a private dance. Even it’s you just clicking your little heels together.”

I giggled. He made me giggle. You didn’t expect a literal crime lord to make you do that.

‘He sees you.’

You shake that thought away. You’re strung out and tired, but a private dance wouldn’t hurt…he has money. Rich guys are always a little cheap, but by the looks of his jacket he has way more money than the usual topsiders that snuck down here. The downside was, at this hour they are looking for much more than a private dance…

‘Is it worth the risk?’

‘He’ll kill you if you say no it him.’

‘Dying is better than living without Jonathan….’

“Hm, I think I could possibly squeeze you into my busy schedule.” I tease, I need this money. I stood up and stepped off the stage.

I hold my hand out to Silco, boldly taking the lead to the private rooms, “What is your name my darling creature?” He asks me, his voice was so raspy and beautiful.

“My name is Omenia…” I answered as I lead him into the private room. “What would you like me to call you, sir?”

He takes off his coat and handed it to me, and answers, “Sir is fine.” He sat down on the plush couch while I neatly hung his jacket in the closet. “Omenia…how beautiful.” I turn around to send a thankful and polite smile his way, but I noticed under this light he looks different. Without the coat, he looked less like a venomous cobra with its ornate hood on display, and more approachable. His posture and energy was still very demanding. The soft glow of the light made his sharp features look less intimidating and more inviting. At first, I just saw the blackness of the one corrupted eye, but now I noticed its bright orange, like some sort eclipsed sunset. His “good” eye was a pale green, almost blue in color. “You know it’s impolite to stare.” He said dryly.

“Oh I’m sorry sir. I-uhm-“ I quickly tried to come up with an excuse, “I just never been in the presence of someone like you.” A half truth would suffice, I’ve danced for many powerful Chem Barons, just not Silco. “Would you like a drink before I start?” I offer per house rules.

“No thank you,” he’s leans back into the couch, “Come join me.” His long fingers drum on the cushion next to him.

My heart sank. I really didn’t want to fuck someone for money, I hated hearing it from Jonathan.

‘Why does he care, he doesn’t care about me.’

‘Shut up.’

I sauntered over to the man, and sat down next to him, expecting him to immediately start grabbing me and groping at my breast, eager to get in to my panties. Instead he just started with small talk.

He asked about me, where I was from, how long I was working at Flowers. It was all so mundane. We talked for hours but as time went on, I slowly opened up and relaxed, we laughed together and traded stories. He was a gentleman, only touching my shoulder and occasionally the sides of my thighs. Every hour that passed, he paid me, no questions asked, not breaking the conversation, just laying out one coin purse after another.

The eye of Zaun. The man to be feared. He was sweet.

‘He sees me’

‘He hears me’

****

Morning light began to pour from the skylight windows of the club. Silco and I both looked up, “Shit, I was supposed to be home hours ago.” I groan, “I didn’t even realize how much time has passed.” I begun to scramble to grab the bags of coins he left me and most of my things.

“I didn’t mean to keep you.” His apology sounded so genuine. His voice was so gentle as he reached out to touch my cheek. For a moment, I felt calmed by his touch…

‘He sees me. He can touch me.’

I stood up and stretched, trying to take off his coat, “Keep that on, I can take you home if you’d like.”

I considered that offer, going home this early wasnt as dangerous as it was at night…still the amount of money I had on me would make me a target. The people around here know what I do, the kids do harass me for a silver coin or two….

It would also be nice to have his company for a bit longer, even if he wasn’t paying you for it. It was nice to feel noticed, like someone genuinely cared, even if it was for coin. I still slipped it off, “I can’t go home in these, I have a change of clothes in my dressing room.”

I stepped out to the main floor and looked around. The drunk patrons were still passed out, all the girls were gone. I can see the security guards passed out in front of the bar too. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for a “couple” to be in the VIP room all night, no one think twice seeing me leave with someone this early. Even it was the Mighty Eye of Zaun, I think people were far too trashed to notice who he was. Even if they did, why would they ask what a powerful man does in his down time.

We silently slipped past the piles of sleeping and snoring bodies. To be fair, a tornado could rip through here and it wouldn’t not wake these living dead. The amount of alcohol and shimmer always made people impossible to move.

We finally make our way down the hall, and get to my room. “You’re more than welcome to come in.” He declined with a shake of his head and gently shooing me into the room. Silco waited outside of my dressing room while I got changed, which was odd. I was half naked in front of him all night and he wanted to give me my privacy.

‘I like when he stares.’

I still needed a shower but it was nice to be in fresh clothes. I came out of my dressing room and attempted to give the jacket back, only to have it wrapped around me again. “I said keep it on.” He growled playfully. I obliged, wrapping myself up tightly. We walked out of the club together, and down the streets. The lanes were usually teeming with life, but at daybreak, there’s barely a stir. We walk side by side until he hooks his arm around mine, pulling me close. I don’t protest, I actually enjoy it a bit, but its eerily quiet in the streets. All I can hear are his boots rhythmically tapping as we walk.

‘Why is he doing this?’

My heart flutters. He is oddly warm despite the cool morning air. He snakes his arm around me as we walk, it never travels past the small of my back…instead his fingers make small little patterns up and down my back. Was the Chem Baron of the undercity this sweet? Was he like to to every dancer and street walker he spent his time with?

My brow furrowed. I wanted to feel special.

I wanted to feel like I meant something to someone. Anyone.

“Omenia.” He sighs.

My ears perk up, “Yes sir?”

“Come run an errand with me before I return you home.” It wasn’t a request by the tone of voice, it was a statement.

I followed close to him until we arrived at The Last Drop.

***

“Sit.” Silco points at a couch at the corner of his office, “I’ll return momentarily.”

I sit down, exhausted, looking around. It’s quite neat for being the busiest bar in the lanes, then again Silco’s office is tucked away from the general public. I spent many a night in the last drop and never noticed the little stair case that lead upstairs to his little hide away.

I took out a vile and quickly dropped some of the powder on my tongue before he returned, and laid on the couch. I was so tired and it was relaxing here, the couch was plush, his jacket warm, his office smelled of cigars and old parchment. The warm light pouring created such a beautiful ambiance. My eyes grew heavy again as my high creeped up, laying down didn’t help the nights exhaustion to finally catch up. I couldn’t keep pulling nights like this…

Jonathan was working you to death. I can’t remember the last time I had a night off. Even when he disappears for days, you’re afraid to take a night off because he might show up at Flowers demanding money.

‘It’s all bullshit. I never have anything…’

My stomach growled.

‘I’ve been feeding my drug habit, but I haven’t been able to feed myself…’

I made good money, better than most girls. I wasn’t fully human or Yordle, one of the rarer races here in Zaun and a hot commodity. Dragonborne we’re far and few in between, snuffed out along with wizards. The humans figured out we barely had magic in our blood and kept us from being completely eradicated. We were safe.

My stomach growled again. I groaned, once Silco let me leave I was going to stuff my face…he wasn’t around right at the moment but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I want to be on good terms with the ‘Eye of Zaun’. I was getting antsy, I just wanted food, a hot shower, and a nap before tonight’s shift.

Just as my patience began to run thin, a large woman walked into room carrying a large tray. “Boss, says he’s sorry for the wait. He got you something to eat.” She set the tray down on the table in front of me and quickly left the room before could thank her. This was the most food I’ve seen in my life. I’ve only seen spreads like this in my dreams. It was probably what I ate in a year! I started eating as much as I could without seeming like a complete savage. Everything tasted so good, it was almost heavenly. I wanted to taste a bit of everything! There was no possible way my body could have handled that.

Silco returned shortly after I was done eating, his aura was different. The relaxed man I met last night was now wound up tight. “I’m sorry for the wait Omenia, I hope breakfast was sufficient.”

I bowed my head, “Yes it was, thank you.”

What I wanted to say was thanks for feeding me a years worth of food, I won’t go hungry at work today.

He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. “I am going to have one of my men escort you home. You have far too much coin to be walking alone.” There was concern in his voice? “I hope to see you again soon.”

“Again?” I blinked.

“Yes again.” He stood up and gave me a peck on forehead and walking off.

****

I was escorted home by a burly man covered in tattoos. He peeked his head into my studio to make sure no one was lurking about and left without a word. I didn’t part with Silco’s coat, he let me wear it home, insisting he’ll send for it need be.

I showered, washing away last nights sweat and grime, and crawled into bed. Relieved and elated for a much needed rest. I didn’t bother throwing on any clothing to sleep in, I was tired and wanted to drift into a much needed pain killer induced sleep.

‘He sees me’

I smiled at Silco’s coat by the door before I drifted to sleep.

‘He wants to see me again.’

****

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Before I can react to the demand I was snatched out of bed by the hair, my feet weren’t touching the ground, fear and pure panic gripped me, “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?!” It was suddenly face to face with Jonathan, his face red and full of pure rage.

‘Please no, please not again. I was good.’

Clawing at his hands I try and respond, “I-I-I was with a-“ his grip tightened on my hair, I cried out, “with a client all night.” He released his grip on my hair, I fell to my knees fighting off the urge to cry.

Jonathan crouched to my level and grabbed my face, “I checked the VIP rooms this morning, you weren’t in there.” He growled, “So, imma ask you again…”

“Where.”

“Were.”

“You.”

Tears started rolling down my face, “I was with Silco.” My voice cracked, “His jacket is hanging-“ I finally got out of Jonathan’s death grip only for his calloused hands to find my throat. I gagged and gasped for air.

“You expect me the fucking EYE of Zaun, chose to sleep with a used, junkie whore like you.” His grip tightened, I wanted to beg for my life but he squeezed my throat closed. “You need to start telling better lies.”

I felt my lungs scream, my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull.

‘PLEASE DONT BE MAD AT ME, I NEED YOU.’

My whole body thrashed against his hand, using any strength I had left, I wheezed and gagged. The tunnel vision was next, I was getting weak, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

He let go.

I gasped, my lungs never so excited to taste the toxic Zaun air.

I took in deep, ragged breaths, trying to hold on to the threads of consciousness. In that time Jonathan made his way towards Silco’s coat, every so gently plucking it off it’s hook. “So you found some topsider to take you out? I assume he paid good.” His voice was now calm, searching through the pockets.

“It’s Silco’s.” I coughed out, “The money is not in there, it’s in my dresser, but please be careful with that he-“

“Wow! You’re really sticking to that story?!” He bellowed throwing the coat to the grounds. He made his way over to the dresser, aggressively opening the top draw, taking the pouches of money from the night, “and wow! Looks like this topsider paid you for months worth of ass. Looks like you aren’t as used up as I thought you were.”

I still tried catching my breath, Silco’s jacket was a few feet away. I crawled towards it, cold, just wanting anything to cover my body before Jonathan can strike me again. Trembling hands reach for-

CRACK

White light flooded my vision. The agonizing pain came seconds later. It took a moment to realize that he had kicked me in the ribs. I was silent holding my abdomen before letting out a guttural scream of pain. My screaming turned into deep, hysterical sobs. It hurt so much, it hurt so fucking much.

‘I was good for you…’

“Are you done being a fucking drama queen?” He sighed, he hung the coat in front of my face. “Awe you want your new boyfriends coat? A little taste of topside?”

On top of everything, he had to, just had to mock me. I wanted to reach for the coat but I was so afraid to let go of my abdomen, it felt like all my ribs would just fall from my body. I looked at it, just hoping he’d cover me.

‘Protect me.’

No, Jonathan wouldn’t do that. That’s far too human for him. Instead the took his knife out and tore the coat to pieces…throwing scraps of fabric in my face on occasion, laughing as he did. When he was done, he reached into his back pocket and dropped a few vials of blue powder on the floor in front of me. “Get it together. You got work tonight.”

Still sobbing I respond, “I can’t dance. You broke my hips you fucking MONSTER.”

He laughed.

He showed me what a real monster was like.

****

Silco made his way into Flowers with company tonight, Sevika finally talked him into letting her tag along. She knew how the girls at seedy establishments were like, last thing she needed was to find him passed out drunk with nothing. “You’re here to see that dragon thing again?” She asked, her tone dry as can be.

Silco rolled his eyes, “Yes Sevika, I figured you could find yourself something to play with too.” He said shooting her a glare. They both sat by the main stage. He was excited to see Omenia again, she had been on his mind all day. He could wait to hear her voice and her bight blue eyes sparkle when she smiled.

“Why are you so Enamored with her, sir?” Sevika’s interest was genuinely piqued. The man usually looked down at everyone, not batting an eye at even the most beautiful men and women from topside. Even his physical relationships are quick and mostly nameless, maybe a lucky one would be seen twice.

He came here almost daily to sit in the VIP and do business. He would watch her dance and sway. Sevika even thought the dragoness was beautiful.

“Do I ask about your little flavors of the week?” He chided.

“That’s fair.”

An hour passed, no sign of her in the club. He was sure she worked tonight, she was here every night actually. Sevika found herself surrounded by a gaggle of women, she flexed and showed off she brass arm while Silco watched o.

Worry swelled at the bottom of stomach. He soon became impatient with no sign of her in the club, he walked up to the bar. “Where is Omenia!” He barked that the bartender.

“Oi, she didn’t come in today. Neither did Jonathan.” He responded, “Musta had business elsewhere. They do that sometimes.”

With a heavy sign he got up and left the club.

All he wanted was to see her, her laugh wouldn’t leave his mind. The way her breast rose and fell with each soft breath. The way she toyed with her hair when she spoke about something she was passionate about.

He wanted to touch her.

She seemed so delicate.

Like glass.

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