#silco arcane

[ink-and-dagger]

Last night I had a dream that I caught Silco’s eye from across the room and he gave me the smallest sexiest little smirk-smile and long story short I’m right back in the deepend my guys

[dovenjolras]

My Silco playlist has reached 35 songs… 90% of these songs are just pain, half of the additions are based around personal headcanons, some are just vibes based, I’m gonna need a whole second playlist for my favourite au

‘Silco stop living rent free in my head by being fascinating and villainous and tragic’ challenge

[allthepandasintheworld]

suddenly possessed by vanco spirits again

loosely an au of like "what if vander had gone to confront silco differently" idk i just wanted to draw homoerotic threatening

[consrl]

zaundads with ftm silco on my dash

[yourlocalprocrastinator]

Silco drawing suggestion from my friend<3

[mrsrincewind]

some sketchbook scans with handsome man

returning (i hopw) from art block

[bethegusto]

Fire Of Zaun S1E22

Full chapter on AO3 (Chapter 25)

You wake slowly, your vision adjusting to the low light. Singed waits beside the workbench before calmly explaining that you suffered a severe head injury during an incident at The Last Drop and spent your recovery under his care.

“Shimmer accelerated the regenerative process,” he says. “You won’t find any physical damage. What is the last thing you remember?”

Fleeting impressions drift through your mind. The bar. The office. A hallway that seemed to go on forever. Then stranger images. Silco standing in the river, stairs rising from the water. The harder you try to hold onto them, the less they resemble anything that could have actually happened.

“I’m not sure,” you admit.

“The confusion you’re experiencing is expected. You were placed under sedation while the swelling resolved. During recovery, dreams are often mistaken for lived experience.”

Before explaining further, he assesses your neurological function. He has you identify objects, recall words, and follow simple instructions while recording each answer without revealing what he thinks of them. When he’s satisfied, he closes his notebook and leaves without another word.

A minute later the door opens. Sevika lingers near the entrance, and seeing her pulls your last conversation back into focus: her hand closing around your arm, your anger still fresh from Silco’s office as you tore yourself free and walked away without looking back.

“Doc says you did good,” she says eventually.

“What happened at the bar?” you ask. “All he told me was that I hit my head.”

Sevika seems to weigh the question before lowering herself into the chair beside you.

“There was an explosion.”

You’ve barely begun to process her answer when the latch clicks again. Expecting Singed, you turn toward the door and go still.

Silco’s pace falters the moment your eyes meet, leaving him just beyond the threshold. His posture remains composed, every bit the man you know, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t make sense of. When he says nothing, unease tightens your chest and your thoughts return to the argument in his office, to the certainty with which you had walked away believing you would never come back. Sitting here now, you can recall the memory of it far more easily than the feeling itself.

Sevika glances between the two of you.

“Well,” she says. “You picked a hell of a time to wake up. Bar’s almost ready to reopen.”

The words take a moment to register.

There had been an explosion, yet the bar was already repaired?

Only now does it occur to you that Singed never told you how long you’d been sedated.

“…How long have I been here?”

“Bout a month,” Sevika says.

“A month?”

You nearly choke on the word.

What about your job? Your house? Who had been looking for you?

“I need to go home.” You push the blanket away and swing your legs over the side.

“You’re not leaving.”

Silco’s voice cuts through the room before your feet touch the floor. You and Sevika both turn to face him. His jaw tightens before he continues in a steadier tone.

“The doctor isn’t prepared to release you.”

“I’m fine,” you insist.

“That remains to be seen. Complications may not present immediately. You’re not fit to be alone.”

You open your mouth to protest, but hesitate.

You’d expected Silco to let you walk away after the way you had left things. Instead, he is acting as though your condition matters more than what happened between you.

Having lost an entire month without realizing it, you can’t dismiss the possibility that he’s right.

When you speak, some of the resistance has gone out of your voice.

“Where am I supposed to go?”

The room falls quiet. Silco’s gaze drops to your hand before lifting to meet yours again.

“You’ll stay with Sevika until the evaluations are complete.”

You look toward Sevika, and judging by her expression, this arrangement is as much news to her as it is to you. She stares at Silco, who doesn’t so much as glance in her direction, then turns back to you.

“Guess you’re staying with me.”

[quanta-44]

Found this in my camera roll, no coincidence that these 3 are my favourite characters