#shimmersluts

[creepyboyandhisforestfriends]

So I heard from someone on tiktok who’d heard from someone on twt that we’re calling vilco shimmersluts since it matches with hammerhound and may I just say YES PLEASE??????

[mistressloki900]

[sketchysubstance]

[ghost-orion]

catboy viktor sketch for the illustrious @were-weenkie/ @tarantula-teeth !!💙🖤

pattern on vest shamelessly stolen from WayMaker Fabrics vest design loosely inspired by morgan donner's patchwork corset-vest

[mistressloki900]

I honestly have so many vilco - viktorxsilco ideas that I have no idea what to do with them.

1. Trans Viktor finds out he's pregnant the night Jayce sleep/chooses Mel. Viktor goes to Zaun and Silco being the opportunist he is offers protection. Much to both their disbelief they fall in love.

2. Commune Viktor brings Silco back to life and Silco swears boardline religious loyalty to Viktor. (This fic is on AO3)

3. Cis Viktor is quite on the inside but that because on the inside he is an obsessive/possessive partner and his attention turns out to Silco

4. Mage Viktor is arrested by the council and jealous Jayce wants Viktor - Silco sets fire to all of Piltover to get Viktor back

5. Viktor and Silco are destined soul mates in every life time but the personified fates literally keep them from interacting in some universe due to their love being either the greatest thing or the worst doomed tragedy

6. Viktor and Silco have a breeding kink and the fic can very on which one is trans

7. Viktor deserves all the love and honestly so does Silco - so there's a viktorxsilcoxjayce

8. Something happens while experimenting in the lab and the realities of each other start to blur together causing confusion for everyone involved

9. Viktor jayce and Mel are somehow thrown back to the past ( pre rebellion on bridge) and Viktor and young Silco fall in love and Viktor tells silco to find him in the future

[mistressloki900]

Another brain dump for Vilco – ViktorxSilco.

The first part is a massive brain dump layout and the second part goes into more detail and comes out like an actual story.

First Bain Dump:

Viktor yearns. He yearns and aches for a man who is known for his cruelty. For a man who would sooner kill him then let him into his heart. Until one day Viktor is proven wrong when a waring faction kidnaps him on the way to silco’s bar. Viktor doesn't think he's important enough and tells the kidnappers they've wasted their time. Silco comes like an angry furious demon in the night with his mismatched eyes and scared face. He has everyone killed as he cradles Viktor to him gently as if afraid of spoking him. Silco is literally covered in blood and Viktor finds he couldn't care less about the literal blood soaked hands silco carries.

Second Brain Dump:

                Viktor shivered as the chill of the night air seeped through his skin, but it wasn't the cold that made his heart race. It was the memories that clung to him like shadows—memories of a man whose cruelty was a mask for a deeper, more painful truth. Silco was a storm, a chaotic force of nature that Viktor both feared and craved. He had often wondered what it would take to break through the walls that Silco erected so defiantly around his heart.

But tonight, the ache pulsed anew as he made his way to Silco's bar, a place where the air hummed with tension, illicit deals, and unspoken desires. Just when he thought he could finally make the leap from yearning to connection, everything unraveled. A rough hand clamped over Viktor's mouth, dragging him into darkness amidst the muffled sounds of footsteps and laughter. He fought back against his captors, barking a laugh to mask his fright.

"You think I’m worth something? I’m not even worth Silco’s time."

It was an empty boast, one he hoped would keep the kidnappers from looking deeper into the truth of how he felt—how he sought Silco's fire, even knowing it could consume him.

Hours passed, the night stretching endlessly, enemies lurking at the edges of his mind. Just when despair clawed at him, red and vibrant, an explosion of chaos erupted outside. The door swung open with a gut-wrenching crash, revealing Silco. He was a silhouette of fury, his mismatched eyes alight with a resonant anger, illuminating the dim space with a chilling intensity. Blood laced his arms and splattered across his clothes—an alarming sight that sent shivers down Viktor’s spine.

Yet, amidst the chaos and violence, there was an undeniable tenderness to Silco's approach. As he cleared the room with ruthless efficiency, Viktor could only watch in stunned silence, horror momentarily forgotten as an unsettling warmth took its place. Silco's presence felt like both a weapon and a shield. For that brief moment, he was nothing but a whirlwind of emotion—protective, fierce.

When the last of Viktor's captors lay dead at Silco's feet, the fury melted into something softer. Silco came forward, his bloodied hands trembling as he knelt beside Viktor. It was a jarring juxtaposition, the violence of the world contrasting sharply with the gentleness in his eyes.

“Are you hurt?” he whispered, his voice low and laced with concern.

Viktor could only shake his head, both frightened and exhilarated by the closeness that enveloped them. Silco gathered him into his embrace almost as if hesitant, every movement deliberate and careful. He cradled Viktor as if he were the most fragile thing in existence, and for a moment, the lines of cruelty and care blurred.

"Don't… don’t you dare think you’re worthless," Silco whispered, his breath warm against Viktor’s ear. "You are everything to me."

Viktor’s heart raced, not out of fear but from the revelation that shattered every misconception he'd held about the man before him. He felt alive in Silco's arms, every trepidation fading away, as if the blood on Silco’s hands wasn’t a stain of horror but rather an indelible mark of his devotion, a testament to the lengths he’d go to protect what mattered most.

Overwhelmed, Viktor allowed himself to lean into Silco, the warmth enveloping him shielding away the memory of fear. In the embrace of the man he’d thought so cruel, in the midst of chaos, he found a truth that would shape both their fates—love is often born not from perfection, but through the hell we endure together.

Viktor and Silco silently help clean each other up, and once clean and fed, Viktor opens up about how Silco really came for him, and it wasn't a dream. Silco promises it won't ever happen again.

[mistressloki900]

This is messy – like very messy. It’s a brain dump on rarepair viktorxsilco a.k.a VILCO.

Viktor is a trans male with secondary cat gender so of course Silco will call him kitten.

Silco is a Cis male with secondary mutt (dog) gender.

Warning – this is incomplete and has sexual content mentioned but nothing to explicit.

Silco was a man who was soaked in blood, from head to toe and to the depths of his soul. Murder and a drug empire didn't leave room for any kinder responses. His days and nights were full of darkness and cunning and sleeping on the edge without a hint of peace. As a mutt shifter, he was known as the top dog in the lanes, his cruelty knew no bounds.

So why, why was it when he met with councilman Talis a fellow mutt shifter, silco was attracted to a scent he knew didn't belong to the councilman, it was too sweet for the dog. In the next meeting he realizes why, the co-creater of hex tech a fellow zaunite named Viktor was a cat shifter with golden eyes and a mop of brown hair. Silco tried not to breath to deeply when those golden eyes looked at him. A spark igniting the darkness that enveloped his life. Viktor's presence was disarming, and in the chaos of Silco’s world, this unexpected attraction felt like a betrayal. The scent of the cat shifter lingered in the air, intoxicatingly sweet, provoking a curiosity that Silco had long buried beneath layers of violence and ambition.

In public meeting Viktor was cautious in his tone, how much space he filled and even keeping his natural cat instincts in check. Silco hated it. He was mutt and had no problem snarling and baring his teeth and taking up space showing dominance. Others tried to act tough in his presence and he put them right down. Viktor was more of a timid kitten than anything.

One of his subordinates winked at Viktor and before the next meeting silco had he removed as he saw how it made Viktor tense. Golden eyes looked at him realization and silco did his best to ignore the cat. Councilman Talis was also always near Viktor and that caused silco to grit his teeth. Though the dog was affectation Viktor never purred or nuzzled which was common for cats and silco found himself longing for the kitten to show something more than the careful reserve he maintained. The council meetings droned on, filled with discussions of trade routes and faction alliances, yet Silco found it impossible to concentrate on anything other than the contract of tension that hung in the air between him and Viktor.

*This where I have trouble thinking of an argument between viktor and silco AND/OR silco showing a hint of possession when Jayce puts his hand on Viktors shoulder or something like that.

Viktor was absent from the next meeting and the one after that. It was the dead of night and silco was pacing feeling like the caged dog he was. Growling and snarling to himself to calm down as time passed. Finally something in him snapped and he made his way to the bridge in the cover of darkness.

Once there he snarled and brided his contacts at the bridge and had one of them give him viktors address. Like a homeless mutt he walked through the streets until he reached the apartment complex which to his surprise had no locked security. Viktor lived on the ground floor at the end.

Silco knocked, nothing-no response. Silco was a dog and he knew it. So he picked the lock and then was kind enough to lock the door behind him once inside. He was struck in the face by the sweetest smell. Groaning aloud he made eye contact with a sweaty golden eyed kitten who was in heat in the middle of the living room.

"Do you have an idea how fucking easy it was to get in here?" He growled.

Viktor hissed and weakly threw a pillow at him.

"Really kitten?"

Viktor told him to shut up and if Silco wasn't here to screw him silly then the dog needs to leave.

Without even taking off his coat and shoes silco went to Viktor. The kitten was on his back and elbows, bare as cats in heats were known to raise body temperatures. Viktor mewls and spread his thighs and like a dog on a bone Silco was there. His kitten purred and mewls and let out all the sounds silcos been craving.

Silco's coat snagged slightly against Viktor's skin, but that didn’t matter—his heart raced as he pressed their bodies together. The kitten beneath him responded immediately, mewling and arching into him, every sound eliciting something protective and primal from within Silco. He relished it—a deep, rumbling growl emanating from his throat as if proclaiming this moment. Silco thought Viktor was beautiful like this – needy and all sounds.

His kitten mewls and meows and purrs and scratches and silco was like the wild dog he was and his kitten relished in it as they moved in harmony togthere. Silco mocks about kittens letting strays in and his kitten clutches at him.

Viktor became a symphony of sounds and movements, the air thick with the musky scent of desire. Each mewl and purr escaped his lips like an invitation, wrapping around Silco's senses and coaxing out the wild instinct that lay just beneath the surface. Silco relished the way Viktor scratched gently at his shoulders, playful yet filled with urgency, every touch igniting an electric thrill that coursed through his veins.

He couldn’t help himself—there was nothing more intoxicating than the connection they were forging in this intimate chaos. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, moving in perfect synchronization as they danced on the precipice of something beautiful and reckless.

“Look at you,” Silco chuckled, a teasing smirk grazing his lips. “Here I am, a stray wandering into your cozy little home, and what do you do? You open the door without a second thought, like a good little kitten.” His voice dripped with mockery, but he couldn’t deny the satisfaction that swelled within him, thrilled by the irony of it all.

Viktor's response was a soft hiss, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

Silco is teasing and his kitten hisses and mewls and viktor tells silco to “be a good dog”. Silco smiles as he bites the inside of Viktors thighs where he's nestled and his kitten scratches his hair with a tug and hisses and silco delights in the pull.

His kitten mewls and nips (really bites his bottom lip) between kisses – not that silco minds, his a street dog whose hand plenty of fights.

Cue intimate scene –

His kitten called him a “such a good dog” as silco moved and silco grunts and tells his kitten he should have never fed a stray and now silco will have to keep coming back for scrapes and his kitten purrs, starches and arches against him. Silco threatens coming back every night just to knot and Viktor says something indecent.

Silco mocks his kitten for letting the stray dog in, the wild one that holds on tight to their bone and his kitten lets out the longest mewls. Viktor says something mean about stray dogs sniffing around in the first place.

Silco knots and his kitten groans and purrs at the stretch clearly in a daze as they both try to catch their breath.

End intimate scene –

Still knotted togthere his kitten admits to not being with a dog before. Usually fellow cats, but this with silco was so much better. Silco chuckles in viktors ear where he's cradling him from behind as they're both laying on their sides. Mocks about greedy kittens.

His kitten mewls and swats at the silcos hand that was tracing patterns on his tummy and retorts how he'll have to train silco but then has Silco continue the mindless patterns on is tummy as if he didn’t just swat the mutts hand.

When silco meant every night, he meant every night.

Like a dog wondering the streets for a home he always ended up at his kittens apartment. His kitten said he wasn't a stray anymore as he was given a set of keys. Silco felt warm when Viktor gave it to him. Silco was currently showing his kitten how wild dogs do it as a thank you.

Good doggy his kitten purred, silco snarled and bared teeth and his kitten laughed breathlessly and nuzzled his neck.

Silco kept coming back and calling his cat greedy. Each time he came there were new surprises, larger clothes to fit silco, cigars he liked, more snack items and the whiskey he preferred. Silco started leaving a spare coat and few shirts as he knows his kitten sniffs it when he's not around. Silco didn't want to talk about how having a clear place for him was making him feel, though his kitten was smart and was sure they probably figured it out. His kitten was purring and mewls and kissing silco and nipping in between kisses when his kitten asked him to stay the night. The thought of leaving his scent all of the bed did something to silco. So like a dog he grabbed at his kitten and took him to bed.

His kitten had him on the comforter, the sheets and the pillows and silco would be lying if he didn't like the fact that he was leaving his scent around. His kitten purred and slicked for him on command and silco groaned and laughed wickedly before his kitten swatted at him in mock offensive. Silco growled and showed his kitten why he was the top dog in the lanes, of course his kitten just purred and meows in a happy daze.

They were eating breakfast and his kitten was sitting on the counter while silco sipped coffee. The morning was oddly domestic but silco didn't mind the calm before the storm. The undercity was known for its cruelty and darkness and silco ruled out it. His thoughts were interrupted when his kitten says he wants a date. Silco is quick to say strays don't date. His kitten is quick with his retort about strays breaking in and marking their territory which silco smiles with teeth toward him.

Silco didn't know how to date, his kitten seemed to not mind. But silco also knew his kitten deserved better. So the next night he came, he came with a secret. Growing up before becoming a crime lord, times were simple and silco use to be a good dog who knew how to draw but street fights and dog fights lead him to where he is. He had his kitten strip and sit on the coffee table. Silco sat cross legged before his kitten and with body paint drew from his kittens hips to the inside of his thigh, to his knee. Telling his kitten stories about almost becoming a tattoo artist. His kitten watched him with golden eyes and purrs the whole time.

His kitten skin was warm and soft, nothing like silcos rough edges. The paint gliding across Viktor’s heated flesh as his kitten purred and let out little mewls when the brush ticked his skin. Once finished, silco kissed the painted knee and looked at his kitten from there. His kitten looked soft, with bright eyes and shallow breathes. He looked at silco like silco was everything and silco didn't know what to do with that.

He blew on the painted flesh and saw how it made Viktor shiver.

Touch yourself he commanded

his kitten was a tease. Shaking his head no and nipping toward him. Silco raised a brow and flicked the heated spaced between his kittens legs that silco could see was damp. His kitten hissed gently and silco chucked.

Silco wakes up to his kitten watching him and nuzzling into his neck. Viktor wants to know if silco can come around more, but knows he's a crime lord, so maybe Viktor could move closer to silco to make it easier. Silco frozen, because his kitten was so kind, so vulnerable and silco knew the type of man he was. The dangers, the murder the dawn factories he had, silco pecked his kitten and quickly threw on clothes and leaving a bewildered kitten behind.

He didn't go back for a week and viktor didn't come to the appointed  meeting between the council and Silco’s people. Silco overheard Councilor Talis talking to viktor on phone. Calling his kitten by a nickname and saying he'll give him notes later and silco wanted to snarl, to growl to attack the smaller breed though. The councilman was large in size but ailco knew he would win a fight. He was feeling territorial and the councilman was another dog sniffing around his territory.

Silco hears Talis say that if viktor isn't home he can use his emergency keys and just leave them anyway. Silco holds back a snarled and manages to wait till the end of the meeting. He waits for the cover of night to sneak back to his kittens apartment and hopes like any stray that the doors are still open and the scraps are still there.

Silco makes it in the apartment and finds a sad tired looking kitten on the couch. They stare at each other for a moment before his kitten calls him a bad dog.

Silco doesn't say anything and when he does he says something stupid "Talis has emergency keys".

His kitten hisses and says how Talis doesn't fuck him and then leave. Silco presses his lips togthere.

“Do you want to come back?” his kitten asks, “do you want a home or would you prefer to continue being a stray.”

Silco looks at him and knows his face says it all.

“Be a good dog and crawl over” his kitten says.

Silco looks incredulously, he's a crime lord, a top dog - his kitten interrupts his thought process

“You want me to be your kitten, give you place in my heart, my body and bed - then you need to stop being a stray and apologize for the way you left.”

 Fuck silco thinks, fuck - as a weight somehow leaves his body and soul and without even removing his coat and shoes crawls to his kitten for forgiveness

Once close his kitten reached out and palmed the scared half of his face and said “good doggy” while looking in each other's eyes.

Silco breathed through his nose.

“We'll start slow” his kitten says, “now fuck me like you mean it and actually missed me” his kitten purred. Silco growled and showed his kitten how dogs do it after a fight with all that lingering energy.

Hey had his kitten against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as they moved togthere and his kitten threw his head back exposing his  neck. Silco admits to missing his kitten and his kitten tells him to go harder.

Silco mocks his kitten about giving keys to every stray dog and his kitten pulls his hair.

Groaning silco knotted his kitten who slicked and purred at the stretch that now tied them togthere. Silco was taking gasping breathes feeling like some type of damn broke in him. His kitten petted his hair and said that silco leaving like that hurt. Silco apologies and admits he was scared. His kitten purrs and nuzzled his neck and said Talis is a liar cause  after silco first break in Viktor had the locks changed and silco laughs a belly laugh that his kitten smiled at. When his knot came down silco laid his kitten belly down in bed and painted his back using the paint he left last time. His kitten purred contently.

Silco kissed and painted his kitten reverently and his kitten sighed. I can buy a closer apartment or you could simply move in with me Silco says. His kitten peaked over his shoulder at him. Since last week silco was looking at townhouses and which one would suit both of them.

Silco stayed the night and the next day took his kitten to the townhouse he was eyeing. Viktor was looking around and was now standing in a huge sunroom, an extension to the original townhouse. More than big enough for plants and art canvases and maybe a cot for a kitten to have midday naps in the sun. Silco was quite, he was use to being a mean dog and a crime lord. Not whatever new thing he had going on with his kitten. It was soft and light and his kitten was offering to create a home with him. Viktor with his golden eyes smiled at him and sid he liked it. Silco let out a breath and his kitten walked up to him and nuzzled his neck. Silco gripped his waist and held the other man close. His kitten tells him his heat is coming up and he wants simco there. Silco groans.

Heats for cats were different than ruts for dogs. They lasted days and the those with cat secondary gender were in a lust induced haze, they tried to keep to themselves which could be dangerous or they allow an extremely trustworthy partner to be there. His kitten was asking him to be there, to take care of him while he vulnerable. Silco groaned as his natural dog instincts roared up, wanting to sniff and guard and mark it's territory.

His kitten nuzzled into his neck more and nipped and licked. Silco his kitten purrs his name. His kitten lets out a meow when silco growls a rumble deep in his chest. I can't be gentle he grunts, his kitten nips and says good, he doesn't want his dog gentle.

Silco buys the house, and with a mattress and candles and an abundance of pillows and blankets in the sunroom they have viktors kitten heat in their home. His kitten was gorgeous preening on the mattress in their new home surrounded by pillows and blankets and candle lights.

This is where it ends cause for the life of me, I can’t figure out an ending or a conflict. I know its filled with errors as again it was a massive brain dump to just get it out of my head.

I would still love feedback though – thank you

[mistressloki900]

I haven't written fanfiction in a SUPER LONG time. But this rarepair #vilco @vilco for viktorxsilco has me more messed up than @jayvik #jayvik . These are phrases that I can't get out of my head regarding this pair that I thought of and I just had to get them down and quite literally share my thoughts lol. There's like 5 of these in total