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Pantie thief silco
🤣 here goes a little fun one.
Xx, Sky.
(Still taking silco requests, really easy rules in my profile)
PANTIE THIEF – SILCO/READER
WARNINGS: SILCO STEALING UNDERWARE LIKE A CREEP, ALCOHOL. 💖
Silco would'nt indulge anyone else like this. He would'nt allow any of his men the pleasure of getting wasted at the expense of his alcohol; and he wouldn't have the decency to take care of anyone else but you. Like Jinx, you had managed to slip undetected through his carefully constructed defenses all the way into his heart; and now, Silco finds himself carrying an armfull of a very drunk woman up the stairs towards his bedroom.
Silco x Male Reader, Silco hires him as a bar assistant, after a while he can't imagine life without him
Not a lot of Silco x male character out there, so happy to do this request! Mentions of reader having "messy" hair and big eyes (otherwise neutral). This is just a little cute one!
Xx, Blue.
"EXTRA ICE" – SILCO/MALE READER 💖
WARNINGS: mentions of poverty and alcohol. this one is mainly fluffy.
It's winter. It should be cold as fuck this far down the Underground; and yet, the green, toxic fumes makes the air feel warm and charged.
Silco x Male Reader, who works for Renata Glasc? Is he her secretary or assistant? They meet when Silco is supposed to have a meeting with Renata but she sends her assistant because she's busy? :3
Another Silco/male reader for you guys! Meet cute... or not? I decided to twist a bit the assitant thing and make it a bit more darker. Enjoy!
Xx, Blue.
PS. Sorry for taking ages to post this! I was doing exams and then summer started and yeah. Hope it was worth the wait though!
"INNOCENT FACE, SHARP TONGUE" – SILCO/MALE READER 💖💔
WARNINGS: drugs, blood, assasinations, scars, and poverty.
"You want me to have a reunion with Silco".
You laugh –you have to–. Of all of Renata's requests –and you've done almost everything for her, from killing to other unspeakable things–, this might be the icing on the cake. You're no good at holding a friendly conversation; and yet she wants to send you to the Kingpin of delicate threats and riddles. Surely she can see why this might not be a good idea. You've been alive for twenty rough years and you've got no desire to die yet.
By the irritated side tug of her lips, it's obvious she doesn't share your concerns. She'll be tucked away in the safety of her office. It's hard to see the risks when you have plenty of men to do the dirty work for you.
"Lars and Anara are already attending the other Barons" her voice holds a certain tiredness and exasperation, as if the fact that she has to give an explanation annoys her like kids often annoy their parents. "The situation is somewhat urgent, and I'm not sending a brainless goon to Silco. So yes, I want you to meet with him instead".
You understand that. But still, there's a reason why you work in the shadows for Renata. Why you aren't tasked with speaking to other Barons or equally important people; making public appearances. Your tongue is as sharp and fast as your blades; and your patience for endless conversations non-existant. And if there is something powerfull people like to do, it's to overextend. Stretch time if just to show others they have all the time in the world.
And you hate that.
"I'm not good with people" you remind her, swallowing down the dry humourless 'and certainly not with Silco'.
You had only seen the man once, when you were no more than ten, still a scrapy kid from the lanes, but already following Renata like a shadow and learning the rules of the game. You had stayed put and quiet throughout that reunion, invisible; until Silco had blatantly insulted her, and the arrogance and fury of the youth had made you snap back at him. You still remember the way his orange-red eye had burned through you; the way Renata had subtlety taken a step to the side to hide you behind her body, apologising for your unpolished character. Renata never apologised. Perhaps justified her actions with some sort of excuse, but never fully assuming a mistake or taking responsability. It was so out of character that you had understood then that Silco was not a man to mess with. That though he didn't seem to pose much of a threat in a physical fight, he was still very dangerous.
Renata shoots you a desinterested glance. You're used to that at this point; to the quiet respect she seems to hold for the efficiency of your job mixed with the nochalant "I couldn't care about you any less". The superiority. Another aspect the rich –even in Zaun– seemed to share.
You are all just cells in Renata's system. Anyone can be bought, pulled to her side with well aimed brives and promises.
And oh, Renata does know how to talk to people. She had to you. The perfect words, the perfect promises. A trap laced with honey.
"I'll see what I can do" you end up saying, backing away from the center of the room. "But I make no promises".
Life is uncertain, and you had long learnt not to.
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You are goint to be late to the meeting with Silco; and you're sure, like any other powerfull criminal lord in Zaun –like Renata–, he won't be a tiny bit pleased about it. But all in all, it's not your fault. You still have work to do, no matter if your boss has tasked you with a special little mision. And today, that work had gone sideways, and it had taken more time than you care to admit to solve it.
Red cheekbone, Lip busted, dry blood and all, you had still made your way to The Drop; and followed the Kingpin's bodyguards up to his office. You can feel your muscles tensing in their own accord. It's not like you don't go around Zaun by your own; but this is quite literally like entering the wolves den. And you might be a sly fox in the streets, using the darkness and your stealth as a weapon; but here, in Silco's territory, surrounded by his men, you're nothing more than a rabbit. He could kill you and no-one would be able to do shit about it.
The goons knock twice. A relaxed and leveled "enter" is heard from inside, and door open, they part to give you the space to walk between them and into the office. You throw them a quick glance and follow the silent command. You step inside.
Silco is barricaded behind his desk. You say barricaded because it's the impression it gives you; the desk too big and brim with papers and the distance from the door to it too far to think about making a dive to attack him. His ornated green velvet sopha is disproportionately large too; and yet, Silco doesn't look a tiny bit small sitting in it even though he should. He hasn't yet glanced at you, eyes fixed in the report he seems to be scribbling in; but his... aura –the word almost makes you cringe, but you find no better noun to describe it– is so vibrant and heavy it almost feels touchable.
When he finally sighs, abandoning his work, and looks up at you, you are inmediately reminded why the man had made such an impresion on your younger self. Why the thought of Silco still sent a warning shiver through your body, making every hair stand at attention, warily. With half his face scarred and skin necrotic –no matter his attempts to hide it– and the artificial red eye, he looks every bit like the demon kids tell stories about.
"Ah" he finally aknowledges you, his dual gaze carefully flickering through your body, perhaps studying you, perhaps taking notes of any noticable debility. "This is a surprise. I was under the impresion I had planned a meeting with Renata. And yet, here you are".
You ignore the dig. It was to be expected. You suppose you should offer an explanation; but you don't like to explain yourself, and certainly not someone else.
"Apologies" you settle for, your voice perhaps too careless, too insincere. "You'll have to deal with me instead".
Silco hums; a quiet, thoughtfull sound. The woman standing with her arms crossed beside him –one human, one metal– tenses.
Sevika. You've seen her many more times than you've seen her boss. Acquaintances, almost.
"Since we haven't had the pleasure to enjoy each other's presence before, I'd like to remind you I appreciate my meetings starting puntually" he drawls. "I'm a busy man, I'm sure you know".
"And I've got work to do too" you reply, growing impatient. You don't like all the extra, unnecessary words criminals like him like to spill. "If i haven't made it on time it's because I was busy elsewhere. Can we skip the condescending crap and get this over with?"
To your surprise, Silco laughs. It's not loud or joyfull; just a small, low-register chuckle that indicates he's a bit more amused than angry. You clench your jaw, knowing that you've been too quick to snap. It's a good thing he seems to find it entertaining. Someone disrespectful and boring surely would be dead by now.
"You're not much of a spokeman" he answers, voice dripping with irony. He etches closer in his seat, elbows resting on the desk and his fingers laced together in front of his chin. "What's your job with Renata, kid?"
Oh, how the word "kid" makes your blood boil.
But you suppose that's how he sees it; though Silco was still a young adult back when you first met him, he must be in his forty by now. If you watch someone five years younger than you walking down the street and think of them as naive and inexperienced, you suppose the same applies to his perspective of you. He's got twenty extra years on you of surviving in the Underground.
You glance to the side, to the woman besides him, to the way she tenses even further and a snarl makes it's way onto her face. In opposition, a smirk etches on your split lips.
"Let's just say i'm friends with Sevika" you answer his question in a happy tone, if just to annoy her.
You still remember the time when she had cracked two of your ribs with that strong metal arm of hers; a revenge that had been served with a stab to her liver. She had luckily survived that –Silco must have called the doctor, Singed, for that–; but you had been more than satisfied carrying temporary gloves with the rests of her blood.
Apparently, Sevika remembers it too.
"Fuck you, Dust" she spits, not sharing your tender friendliness.
Your grin widens.
"You and your fake promises" you answer in a dissapointed sigh.
It's just another joke you have with her –though you wouldn't really mind surrendering to a woman like that–.
Silco watches the exchange with barely hidden curiosity. The fact that her second hand knows you seems to have called his interest too. He's probably just like Renata, wanting to know everything of everyone. Specially those closest to him.
Sevika answers before he has had the time to ask.
"He's Renata's assasin. His favorite boy" she mocks, hate sipping in her voice. "Always hovering here and there, in dark, hidden and forgotten places, waiting to jump on anyone and annoy the hell out of them".
You're almost touched by the presentation.
"You can't get rid of dust in Zaun" you smirk again, then pointedly adding to Sevika. "No matter how hard you try".
Silco sums it up in one little word; a word you sort of hate being refered to.
"Ah, so you're one of Renata's goons".
"Yeah" you're reluctant to agree to that statement. "One with a brain".
Silco's top lip twitches, perhaps in the start of a smile; though it quickly falls back to it's normal, serious, expectant expresion.
You take a deep breath and center yourself. The rivalry you have with Sevika has distracted you from your task.
"So" you focus your attention back on Silco. "Can we talk territories then?"
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One week later, Sevika enter's The Last Drop with her elbow twisted the wrong way and an open gash on her stomach. It drips an alarmingly quantity of blood to the floor, letting a trail all the way up through the stairs.
When Silco silently arches an eyebrow at the sight of her, she cuts in faster than him.
"We're not talking about it" she grumbles. "Just call Singed".
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Though fighting with Sevika never fails to send a powerfull rush of adrenaline through every one of your veins, you hadn't picked up a fight with her without a reason. You hadn't managed to convince Silco to share all the territories Renata wanted to take a cut in; and in the Underground, if you couldn't achieve the things you wanted playing clean, you pulled out dirty games.
You've injured her badly enough that they'd be forced to call Singed if Silco wanted her to survive. You want to know where the doctor lives. Silco needs the meds for his eye –it had cost you a lot of digging throughout the years to find out how someone poisoned that bad, til the point half of your face starts to fall apart in decay, had managed to survive that long–; so realistically, Singed is more important for Silco's survival than Sevika, Jinx, or anyone else. The need for that doctor is his weak point; the line that draws Silco's life apart from death.
You risk yours to follow Singed back to his hiding. If he managed to catch you, you'd be dead either by his own hand or Silco's. But you've long practiced the art of dissapearing in the shadows, growing up in the dangerous streets of the Lanes, and he doesn't. The new valuable information brings a proud, wide grin on your face.
You patiently wait to catch Silco alone in the following days. He's not always acompanied by his goons; sometimes darting into the darkness of the night on his own –perhaps confident in the safety of being in his own territory–. You arm yourself with courage and patiently wait for him to be as far away as his men as possible. Then, you strike, and slam him against the wall.
You explain yourself quickly, asking for what you want straight to the point; telling Silco how you haven't wanted to ask for a second deal in his office as to not risk your life again and as to not fuck with his reputation either. If someone learnt that you had simply walked into Silco's office, spoke with him, and left the Drop with an extra territory in your hands and no injuries, it would encourage others to try; and you didn't need chaos. It was better for Renata to deal with a single man, no matter how dangerous, than several unstable, unorganized ones.
Silco takes barely half a minute to react to the surprise and shock. Then, somehow –because you believe you were firmly trapping him against the cold, pebbled wall– he manages to invert your positions, drawing a blade to your neck so fast that you can only hold your breathing and try to stay as still as possible.
Your heart speeds up. A new rush of adrenaline shoots through your body at the danger. You feel the pounding in your ears; your pupils dilating at the fear of a possible inminent death.
Silco steps even closer, pressing his body onto yours and making sure you're not able to go anywhere. His face is so close now that you can see the speckles of orange lava on his red eye and read into the groves of his scars.
"You think I've climbed all the way up the chain without knowing how to defend myself?" He hisses, burning in fury at you having the guts to attack him. "I may be powerfull now, kid, but I also grew up in the Lanes".
You don't know much about Silco's past; the man is a mistery. The knowledge surprises you; you had always imagined Silco had started his empire from the richest part of Zaun –if you could call it that, because even the richest part of the Underground was terribly poor compared with Topside–. The fact that he had started just in the same position that you –that he had been you, one day, when he was a child– makes you respect him more.
Having Silco this close is terrifying and yet weirdly electrifying at the same time; making you wonder if you had just become an addict to adrenaline. Your breathing is heavy, but you manage to pull up a smile in front of him.
"I remember just how good you have always been able to defend yourself, Silco. You were already quite scary back then".
Silco frowns in a second of silence. Then, realisation washes across his face.
"Ah. It was you, already being Renata's second hand back then".
You answer with a breathless chuckle.
"Not a second hand, but I learnt my way up pretty fast since then".
Silco's ire seems to melt into something more thoughtfull.
"Renata stood in front of you" he points out, remembering. "Protected you. She doesn't protect anyone but herself".
He's almost suspicious; as if there's more to that story. The simple truth is that Renata has always anticipated the future, playing her cards for a game that hadn't even started at the time. It's how she had slowly gained more power in the Underground.
"Protectinh me was protecting her future self" you hum, not giving into his suspicion. "She knew I was faster and smarter than the rest. That I would grow to be valuable. She's rarely wrong".
Silco purses his lips, perhaps not fully agreeing.
"You are still too reckless. Impatient. You're not as smart as you think if you believe that you're going to threaten me and I'm just going to let you go when I have a blade at your throat".
Silco presses forward, almost gently cutting the superficial skin of your neck and drawing specks of blood that trail downwards under your shirt.
Your heart speeds and your breathing gets irregularmy faster; but you remain calm and keep your shit together.
"I told you I had brains" you stare into his dual eyes, swallowing the fear under layers of courage and determination. "You think I was going to confront you alone without a safe card under my sleeve?"
Your eyes turn murderous. Silco might be dangerous and powerfull, yes, but you've covered your steps well and, at least this time, you've got the winning hand.
"I actually quite like Sevika, you know" you casually tell him, then smirk in the way only people thought to be winners do. "It's a shame I had to injure her enough to follow your doctor back to it's cave".
Silco's expresion drops. The blade presses harder. You smile even when feeling blood trickling down your neck.
"If you kill me Renata will just send another person to negotiate instead. I've passed the information to her. Or perhaps she'll try to kill the doctor and jump a step ahead. Either way, it's easier to accept my conditions for the east territory".
You hold Silco's heavy gaze. He waits a whole minute in silence, pondering his options, what to do with you. You bet it's tempting to just kill you; but even if you're the one with the blade pressed against your neck, you're not the only one exposed and vulnerable here.
"Sevika was right" his voice is surprisingly calm for a person just threatened. Almost sweet, if someone like Silco can be. "You're very difficult to brush away, Dust.
The kingpin releases you, and you take a deep breath, relief washing over your tense muscles. He's still incredibly close to you –you can still feel his warm breath in your face–; but his blade is tucked away into the safety of his pocket.
You pull up a small smile, bringing a hand to your neck and trying to clean the trickles of blood away.
"I'm afraid I'll stick around for a while, sir. 'Night".
You cautiously walk away, all senses atunned to a possible attack behind your back, but Silco just stares. Unbeknownst to you, he watches you go and his mind starts to plan on a way of getting rid of Renata and all those who may know about Singed's hiding. It was only a matter of time til others used that information against him. And he doesn't like to be vulnerable and have the losing hand.
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Silco organises an invasion of Renata's territory as swiftly and quietly as possible. In the middle of the night, her goons fall like dominos. You're the last one standing, blood dripping from more places than one. Broken nose and brow, reddened, raw knuckles, a few knife gashes and a sprained ankle... And you're still putting up a fight even if only spurred by pure fear and adrenaline. Renata and you are the only ones still alive; your boss hiding behind you.
"You know, kid, you really outdid yourself" Silco starts, fingers slowly grazing the surface of the bloody desk in Renata's office. "It was a smart move, injuring Sevika badly enough so you could follow Singed back to his hiding. I admit it caught me by surprise. It's a shame you didn't think I could pull the same move".
It suddenly dawns on you. He has been following you. Through you, he had studied Renata's security and territory. The night shifts of the guards and when she'd be most vulnerable. He had been patient, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. And all it had taken was a few meetings he had called with you to feign giving you the territories that Renata wanted. To play into your game; to act as if he was falling into your masterplan, into your threat of killing Singed. You had believed yourself to be the winner while he was just planning the next move in the Underground.
It has taken all this time for you to get it; Zaun, all of it, is just Silco's playground.
"The game is over, Dust" he continues once he reads the dooming realisation on your young, dirty face. "Renata's empire has come to an end. The only question standing is if you'd be willing to switch sides or die with it".
You'll never get used to how his voice sounds. The power, the fear he inflicts when he sounds oh so calm and unbothered. Controlled. Ironically sweet.
Your eyes meet. Your attention flickers from the fury of the burning orange to the peace of the blue ocean.
Once again, your heart speeds inside your chest.
Thud-thud. Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.
You know what he wants you to do. What he's offering. The chance to save your own life by killing the person who had given you one. Before Renata, you hadn't been anyone. A scrappy kid from the Lanes that would die from infection, hunger, or both. She had gifted you with a place by her side; the experiences that she had pushed you through had carved you into who you are today. And Silco is asking you to erase all of it.
Your favorite blade feels extra-heavier in your hand. It would just take one swift movement and she would die.
You turn around to look at her. You've never seen Renata's eyes like this; irises swallowed in terror and desperation and pleading clear in her face.
"Please" she begs, looking just at you. Without the weight of power on her facial expression, you almost can't recognise her now. "Please, son..."
Your eyes water. She had only called you that once; and yet it might have been the reason why you had been impossibly loyal to her for so long. It feels like a lifetime ago.
It only takes one swift hand movement and Renata Glasc falls to the floor. She gurgles for a few seconds, panicking while she tries to stop the blood by pressing her hands to her neck; growing still at last.
"Sorry" you manage to whisper, invisible emotional knot strangling your own throat.
You may have considered her a mother too, a lifetime ago. But time had shown you her true colours; zaunite's true colours. There's no real friendship in a place so doomed that everyone fights for basic needs. When you're forced to bite into your own shoe at night to take the ilusion of hunger off. When you kill another kid for a blankett to survive another night in the Underground.
You're just a survivor.
You feel his hand in your shoulder. It's cold, and yet the fact that Silco is touching you feels like he is branding your skin.
"Good choice" he whispers, voice caressing your ear. He squeezes, once. "Let's show you your new base, kid".
You tear your gaze off of Renata's still warm body and stare at Silco's back, following him and his men out of the door. The tears dry on your face, and you square your shoulders and clench your jaw.
You're just a survivor; and you'll keep doing just that.
THE END.
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For Silco oneshots - Silco is a control freak. But sometimes, in the privacy of his locked office, he needs to give up control... And Sevika is happy to privately oblige him.
Poor Silco, such a stressing life being a crime boss... Thank god his number 2 is always close enough. Sorry for the delay!
Xx, Blue.
"TAKE A BREAK" – SILCO/SEVIKA
WARNINGS: D (Fem) /S (male) DYNAMICS, ORAL, ROPE, GRAPHIC SEX SCENES. MENTIONS OF BLOOD, AND ALCOHOL. 🔥
He can feel it; the need to crawl out of his own skin. One would think everything to be easier in a position of power; but it is all but the opposite. The future of Zaun is in his hands; his growing empire depends on wether he is capable or not to sort through the dozens of problems that pile upon his –now– very disorganized desk.
For my sw readers, I just posted a fluffy cute fairyofc!/tbbecho longish oneshot.
For my arcane fans, I am now accepting any SILCO oneshot request. Bring it on.
Hey hey 👋🏾
I can't too you how long I've been looking for an obsessive Silco fic. And Pas de Deux is just what the Shimmer doctor ordered 😊🤣 Please keep up the great work. That said, I'd love to request a Silco x Fem Reader drabble with this dialogue prompt:
"Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me"
A/N: Hello!! Thank you, that’s very kind of you!! Have you read Chickenparm‘s Happenstance? It’s about a yandere!silco and is absolutely phenomenal, would 100% recommend! Also, great line, thank you for the request!! <3 -elsie x
Silco x f!reader, 1.9k words, SFW
Warnings: very suggestive, established relationship, reader being a bit of a brat, getting tied up and gagged, dom/sub
Sometimes, dating Silco meant romantic dates, soft words, and even softer touches that were completely at odds with his reputation as a ruthless kingpin. And on those days, you adored how he worshipped you and you worshipped him in return.
But other times, dating Silco meant pushing his buttons in such a sinful way, he practically tore your clothes off your body in his haste to savour you.
And luckily for you, today was one of those delicious days.
“Silco, I’m pregnant” pt. 3:
Silco x f!reader, Silco POV, 2.1k words, SFW
Warnings: pregnancy, going into labour, giving birth (not described), fluff, established relationship, angst, worries about labour/giving birth
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 1.5
A/N: A request from @pinkrose1422 who always leaves such lovely comments, thank you for requesting!! (also, apologies this took so long, things have been tough lately) <3 -elsie x
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Much like the day you told Silco about your pregnancy, the day you went into labour was also fairly unexpected, at least, unexpected to him, as he had a suspicious feeling you already knew it would be the day that would change your lives forever.
Silco feels slightly better at this very moment in time than he has done for the past few weeks, because you were currently resting in the bedroom and not off gallivanting somewhere he couldn’t watch over you.
