#good silco

[dismas-n-dismay]

Lightcannon and arcane tumblr rate my Zaun family interactions now

[frenchublog]

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

When everyone else is worrying about their character dying in season 2 but you're good because he's already dead

[mollysunder]

Mel has a once in a lifetime opportunity to pull of the most cutthroat move next season and sell out her mom to Swain. Your mom casts you out because you endangered her operation, what better way to show her you learned a lesson by doing the same thing to your mom.

It'd be a solid A+ parallel to Jinx and Silco's story in the finale. Except where Silco stood by his child and was accidentally killed by her, he's set to posthumously achieve his life's mission through Jinx. Now we have Ambessa, who banished Mel and is later betrayed in turn, once and for all destroying the last of the Medarda legacy that Ambessa desperately tried to protect.

Bonus points if Mel's actually pregnant next season!!! XD

[mischiefjellytart]

me at any masculine/male fictional character: if I dressed like him all my problems would be solved

[amorphousbl0b]

Arcane does a fun thing with its narrative Darkest Hour.

Or: yet another post about how insanely smart this show is and how absolutely genius its writers are (and how jealous of them I am).

For the uninitiated, the Darkest Hour is the moment just before the climax in which the heroes are at their lowest point. When the Avengers are scattered and Loki opens the portal in NYC, when the Falcon has escaped the Death Star but lost Obi-Wan, when the Fire Nation is set to annihilate the Earth Kingdom, when Frodo fails to destroy the Ring at the Crack of Doom. The heroes must confront their flaws and change for the better for a happy ending.

Arcane’s darkest hour is, of course, in Act 3. One might place it at the very end of episode 9, and that’s certainly where the story is at its most hopeless. But I’d contend it starts as early as the end of episode 8 and carries on through the entirety of episode 9.

After all, that’s when Caitlyn and Vi have separated, lost all hope, and Cait is kidnapped by Jinx. Jinx’s mind is fully gone and throughout the episode everything falls apart around her. Silco is losing control of his chembarons and may well have lost his daughter, the thing most precious to him, and is only barely keeping his powerful façade in line. Zaun has realized how ridiculously outmatched they are in a war with Piltover and the revolutionary cause has become almost impossible. Viktor has manslaughtered his assistant and may never be cured. Jayce has manslaughtered a child and finally realizes how quickly he’s losing his morals. Mel and her mother are fully separating and she is struggling with her warlike destiny. Sevika gets the absolute snot beat out of her and limps to an empty office without a boss.

So yeah. Lot of personal Darkest Hours going on.

“But what’s the interesting thing?” I hear you ask in my ear. I don’t know why I hear you. Shut up. I’m writing. Are you even real?

Excuse me.

Arcane’s interesting twist on the Darkest Hour lies in part of the trope that I didn’t mention. That’s in the villain.

Most stories with a clear-cut villain have a plot structure something like this:

Whether things are going well for one side is inversely proportional to the other. During the Darkest Hour, when the hero is at their weakest, the villain is at their most dominant.

Wait… isn’t Silco the villain of Arcane? Not to be too blunt, but he’s having a shit time. Things are falling apart for him just as badly as for everyone else.

That's the trick. Caitlyn and Vi are suffering. Jinx is suffering. Silco is suffering. Jayce is suffering. Viktor is suffering. Zaun as a whole is suffering. There is only one party in the whole story that isn't suffering, that actually is benefitting from this horrid state of affairs...

EKKO AND HEIMERDINGER

Kidding. They're not really a part of this dance. A big part of Arcane's theming is that acting to help people without an agenda is simply more virtuous than fighting for any invariably-flawed nation that innately perpetuates the cycle of violence.

No, the side that is doing fine is the other that is conspicuously absent from my two prior lists. While the characters that make up its leadership are experiencing personal Darkest Hours, the organization itself is essentially on top of the world, having just scored a huge victory and getting set to bring the war to an end before it even begins. I mentioned how poor the situation for the Undercity looks, but not its counterpart.

Piltover.

Wasn't it so that Piltover started this whole mess? Didn't their oppression cause the revolt that orphaned Vi and Powder's parents? Isn't it their actions that drive Silco to ever greater extremes? Isn't it their normalized political backstabbing that causes Jayce to sacrifice his principles because that's the only way to get ahead? Isn't it their corrupt police force that lets Silco operate his drug empire with impunity?

Silco might look the part. He might be the most personally evil character, might be the one who causes the most misery for our main protagonists Vi and Powder.

But structurally, the shining city of Piltover, its political machine, and its Enforcers are the actual villains of Arcane.

[missygoesmeow]

Mr Silco in the rain because I thought it seemed like a good idea

inspired by the fic Bend But Not Break

[dcartcorner]

i did a thing

red - silco arcane orange - vander arcane yellow - aziraphale good omens green - crowley good omens light blue - simon tma blue - peter tma purple - jon tma pink - singed arcane

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

Silco: very seriously You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help. Jinx: I went to the park today. Silco: There you go! I hope you got something from that. Jinx: opening their coat This duck.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Give me a modern au where Silco is a good dad and takes Jinx to art therapy which encourages her into being an artist and helps her deal with her difficult emotions as well as bond with abo

[thegallerypiece]

Julian Devorak (The Arcana) swap outfits with Silco (Arcane)

okay now. I KNOW i can find my people here.

DAMN JULIAN was the blueprint for my taste in fictional men, and LOOK AT THIS!

(credit for the fanart in the first pic goes to Niku30_)

The vibe, the long scrunkly figure, hooked nose, one red eye in some way, thin lips and ridiculously disgusted resting face..

( also yes the Arcana and Arcane? are you kidding me? they were meant to be associated LMAO )

And don't get me wrong I know they couldn't be more different personality-wise, I just had a blast when i realized just how similar they are

And so I HAD to draw them with swapped outfits to show everyone HOW NICELY IT FITS

Hope this reaches the VERY SMALL group of people that are obsessed with both Julian and Silco (a very fine Taste I'd say) so you can enjoy the realization just as much as I did

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

Behind the scenes, Silco

Other

[mollysunder]

Lunari Heritage in Zaun

This is gonna be a reach, but from the little we've seen of Vi and Jinx's mom and younger Silco, I'd guess they were both from the same ethnic group.

In a place like Zaun, where the people are left with scraps, any piece of jewelry sticks out. Vi's mom and Silco are both wearing similar pieces of jewelry. Silco's bracelet could likely be fitted as a necklace since it twice wraps over his wrist. Neither are wearing anything of high quality, but the necklace and bracelet in their respective pictures seem decently maintained if not worn. That's when I thought, these are probably heirlooms.

In fact they looked pretty similar too, but in smaller scale of the princess's own pendants. I wouldn't bring this up if it weren't for the fact that Piltovans prioritize elaborate art-deco aesthetics, the more elaborately geometric the better (Councilor Shoola). So you would assume even the simplest jewelry would be a square pendant or a straight line. But no, big plain circles, and then I remembered we saw that before, on the princess Ambessa killed. Big bronze circles.

And when we look at young Vi , you notice that she's wearing jewelry too. A simple necklace with a green (it looks green) gem. And I realized that the princess's necklace was also adorned green gems.

I'm pulling from scraps, but it's interesting that small things these Zaunites have to adorn themselves (though not for long with the time skips) are similar versions if not simpler version's of the princess's.

At first I thought this meant that many of the cast were actually of Ionian descent. But then in the Princess's scene a thought kept coming back to me, "Why is Mel wearing purple?". Mel, a skilled diplomat from a young age, typically wears the main colors of the nations she hosts and is hosted by. White for Piltover, Black for Noxus (Ambessa), and always with her signature accents of gold. So if Mel followed her mother to Ionia ,where green is a culturally significant color, why purple? It's because Mel and Ambessa weren't in Ionia, they were in Targon fighting the Lunari.

The Lunari are Rakkor tribal people in the Targonian region who worship the moon, and are persecuted for it by the Solari, the religious order that worships the sun. While technically Mt. Targon is influenced by Mt. Olympus and Greek mythology aesthetic, that's more the case for the Solari. Overtime the Lunari aesthetic has been mixed it's originally nomadic culture with East Asian influences. The prominent colors of the Lunari happen to be turquoise, silver, black and purple. It was such a little thing to remember but it made me see connections I hadn't thought about.

Suddenly everything starts to connect. The bronze coins represent the 3 moons that exist in Arcane's Runeterra. How do we know there are 3 moons, because the Valdiani piece Jinx stole was depicting their planet. In the Valdiani there are 3 orbits circling the Earth, meaning 3 moons (or satelites). Now the engraving on the gold of the princess's necklace makes sense, because it's supposed to resemble the gates at the peak of Mt. Targon. The pendant itself is shaped like the mountain with the gates fitted at the top.

Frankly, it works for the Princess to have been Lunari and waves of descendants of the Lunari to arrive in Piltover and end up in Zaun. In Arcane, Piltover was created as a safe haven to escape the Rune Wars 200 years from the start of the show. Even after the Rune Wars ended the shipping port has likely seen waves of migrant labor and refugees from the ongoing crisis that occur in Runeterra (*cough*Noxus*cough*). It's likely that many of the current generation of Zaunites are of mixed heritage of the various fleeing people's.

It creates a whole new dynamic of the ways in which Piltover's laws, their Ethos, strips the people of Zaun from their identity and reducing them to tools for the mines. Magic is inherently a part of religious ceremonies and religion in general in Runeterra, especially for the Lunari. How do you practice your religion in a place that has banned the means by which it's conducted? There must have been more people like the Lunari who didn't have a problem with their magic, their problem was that they were being persecuted.

The remnants of family keepsakes brought over as communities fled were clung to as best as possible especially as they had to let go of part their spiritual identity. But even that doesn't seem to have lasted either. Vi doesn't keep her necklace, her mother is dead, so lost is her necklace, and we never see Silco wear his bracelet. They could have been stolen, or at best, hidden for safe keeping, maybe Enforcers get suspicious at the hint of mysticism and suddenly they want to talk.

Finally, maybe a little less related, it is interesting how prominent Piltovans and Zaunites take on day and night aspects. The sun shines over Piltover at their best, begins to set at times of uncertainty. While in the cover of night with moon above, the strongest Zaunites strike hardest. One more thing, it is interesting how Arcane's Jinx has taken on darker tones of purple rather than stick with neon pink. I always have to go back and look at a reference to remember that her pants are purple-er than I recall.

Update: I wanted to include that the large doodle Jinx made on her cup actually looks similar to the Lunari's sigil. And the sigil remains on the cup into the timeskip, also the center moon is made smaller within the crescent like in the necklace. I also noticed Jinx's cup later has more violent bomb imagery around it.

Update 2: With the final season approaching I'm noticing this is getting some attention again. I would like to say that if I could write this from scratch again I'd say it's more likely the princess is from Ionia now, which doesn't up end the Lunari theory.

Previous League canon confirms the Lunari faith does have ties to Ionia. A good portion of the Lunari are Ionian in descent, and Diana, their aspect of the moon (essentially their demigod), currently lives in Ionia. League even created skinline for Ionians blood moon worshippers, an edgy offshoot of the Lunari faith. It's all very interesting and a bit complicated because Riot loves to drop plot points in the lore and never come back. I'll try to clean something up for a longer explanation later. What's crazy is the Medardas are still the aggressors because Noxians and Solarians, which the Medardas are both, terrorize Ionians and Lunaris respectively.

[arcanegifs]

Upscaled + Edited Arcane Screenshots 1/?

[somedaylazysomeday]

Good Intentions Part Twenty-Two

You cross the one line Silco warned you never to cross.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,000

Warnings: (Attempted) realistic portrayal of a schizophrenic episode, implied threats, unprotected piv sex, creampie, intimacy

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You should have been meeting with Silco that afternoon. It was the date of your intended appointment, but you were out walking around the marketplaces of the Lanes with a few of the Haven’s personnel. The knowledge that you had originally meant to be somewhere else only made your free day sweeter. 

You didn’t know why Silco had postponed your meeting, but he had. The note he sent hadn’t required an answer, so you hadn’t had the chance to ask whether he had a reason at all. 

Perhaps you would ask when you met up later in the week. Or perhaps you wouldn’t. Silco’s business was his own. 

You were laughing at a terrible joke Rowan had cracked when you heard something strange. When you paused in place, the others came to a stop as well. You could tell from their expressions that they heard it, too - crying wasn’t an uncommon sound in the Undercity, but screaming hysterics were a different story. 

The sound echoed off the stone walls of the surrounding area, making it difficult to track, but you managed to find the source at last: a small figure in a narrow alleyway between two buildings. You were already moving toward the figure when you came to a stop, dread curling in the pit of your belly. 

It was Jinx.

“Jinx?” you called, cursing yourself when she jumped violently. It looked like the name physically hit her, and her eyes were wide and betrayed when she glanced over at you. 

The look in her eyes was one you knew all too well: she was having an episode. 

“Who is that?” Steel asked, trying to peer around you. 

“She called her Jinx,” Arunn said, sounding confused. “Who is Jinx?” 

You turned back toward them, trying to stay at an angle that would let you see them while still keeping an eye on Silco’s daughter. “I know her. She’s one of Silco’s people. She needs some time to calm down, then I need to get her back to the Last Drop.” 

Rowan stiffened. “One of Silco’s people is a kid?” 

“Who cares?” Duran asked. “Why are we helping Silco?” 

You frowned at him. Duran was new, an ex-addict who had just made his way through the Haven’s program and wanted to stay. You weren’t sure why - he wasn’t exactly focused on helping other people. 

“If we choose to ignore someone who needs help,” you asked, trying to keep from getting harsh with him, “what makes us different from Silco?” 

Duran looked away, abashed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“It sounded like it came from a place of hurt, not hatred,” you agreed. “But I think it would be best if you all went back to the Haven. Not because I think you can’t handle it, but because having fewer people here will be less overwhelming for her. Besides, someone should tell the guards why I’m not coming back on time. This could take a while.” 

“We’ll let them know,” Steel agreed, elbowing Rowan and Duran until they followed her. Arunn stayed where he was, eyes shifting from you to Jinx and back. 

“You can head back to the Haven, too,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.” 

Arunn still didn’t move. “I’ll stay with you. This could be some kind of Silco trap or something. And you might need help getting her back to the Last Drop later.” 

You wanted to argue that, but it was a fair point. Jinx was an energetic girl, but episodes like this one could take a lot out of a person. “You’ll have to stay out of sight around the corner, and try not to make any noise.” 

“I can do that,” Arunn agreed, stepping back around the corner in question. Before you went down the alley, he stopped you. “Be careful.” 

“I will be,” you promised.

As you walked down the alleyway, you watched Jinx’s motions with a practiced eye. She seemed to be worse than she had been before you spoke with the Haven employees. Then, she had been loudly sobbing. But now, she was quiet - muttering to herself as she paced around the narrow space between the buildings, grimacing and occasionally hitting herself on the side of the head.

“Hey, it’s just me,” you said vaguely, trusting that she would recognize your voice. “I’m going to sit here for a little while, if that’s all right with you. ” 

Jinx didn’t seem to hear you. She was still talking to herself, a series of disjointed questions and half-statements aimed at no one or someone only she could see. Her eyes tracked back and forth like she was watching someone, though you carefully looked away when she turned in your direction. 

She gave a startling, barking laugh that made you jump. It didn’t sound pleasant in the slightest. Her taps to her head went from light thumps with the heel of her palm to fist-like strikes and you tensed.

By the time she had braced herself against a wall and whacked her forehead on the bricks, you were on your feet. By the second hit, you had placed your hand firmly against the wall. The force of her forehead against your palm made your hand sting. 

Jinx glared at you, but you kept your expression impassive. “I don’t want to interfere, but I can’t let you hurt yourself. Okay? I’ll be sitting down over there. Join me when you can.” 

As you settled back into your previous seat, Jinx scowled. Fortunately, she didn’t move to headbutt the wall again. Instead, she went back to pacing. 

“Have you ever noticed that some of the old scrap pieces around the Lanes look like faces?” you asked, keeping your voice casual and conversational. Jinx didn’t react. “I think it could be creepy in the right light, but there’s something kind of cute about them. Like the lights side-by-side above Rusty’s Needles. The tattoo gun on the sign makes it look like they’re two eyes and the gun is the mouth. It makes me happy when I see it.” 

Jinx still didn’t react to you, but the muttering had gone from an uninterrupted stream to occasional bursts. The quiet stretched longer between them as her pacing slowed. You kept rambling about faces and other optical illusions around the Undercity. 

You were debating the pros and cons of a particular streetlight when Jinx dropped heavily to sit beside you on the ground. Her back was slumped against the wall and her eyes fell shut. In a raspy voice, she asked, “What about the windows on the warehouse on sump level 27? They look like eyes.” 

It took a moment to get your momentum back, but you recovered quickly. “Yeah, they do. But the tracks from the ash make it look like they’re wearing makeup.”

“What’s wrong with makeup?” Jinx asked, eyes still closed.

“Nothing,” you assured, studying her while she wasn’t looking. “But those buildings have been here for… what? Fifty years? Seems like a big commitment for a makeup regimen.”

She didn’t give any verbal response, but the corner of her lips curled upward. 

You sat in companionable silence for a while, but Jinx didn’t seem to regain any energy. Her face was paler than normal, lines of weariness bracketing her mouth. She hadn’t moved since she had sat down, her back curled against the wall behind her. When you glanced down, you watched her fingers tremble subtly. 

“I think we should get you back to the Drop,” you said at last. 

Jinx hummed. 

“Unless you want me to get your dad and have him pick you up?”

Jinx hummed again, but this time, the sound was distinctly negative. “He’s outta town.” 

You frowned. Silco had left town and hadn’t told you? That was weird. “Okay, what about Sevika?”

The snort she gave was a clear enough answer on its own, but you listened to the explanation anyway. “Sevika went with Dad. She hates me, anyway.” 

You chose to ignore the last muttered addition to that. “Is there anyone at the Last Drop who can keep an eye on you? I don’t want you to be alone right now.” 

“Ran.” 

Despite the moments you waited, Jinx didn’t add anything further to the short explanation. Okay, so Ran must be a person. 

“Let me tell my friend that he doesn’t need to wait for us, then we’ll start for the Drop.”

Jinx didn’t respond, which you assumed was a way of saying that she was fine with it. 

“Arunn?” you called, only slightly louder than you and Jinx had been speaking. You were ready to call again when he peered around the corner of the building. When he saw you looking in his direction, Arunn started toward the two of you. 

“Everything good?” he asked softly when he was standing in front of you. 

“Yeah, I’m just going to take her back to The Last Drop,” you explained. “Can you let everyone know that I’ll be back soon?” 

“They already know,” Arunn said, looking stubborn. “Besides, I’m going with you.” 

“You don’t need to.” When you were on your feet, you turned to help Jinx only to find her already standing, leaning heavily against the wall. “We can make it.” 

Arunn sighed. “I know you can, but people are going to see the two of you and try to take advantage. It’ll be easier if there are more of us.”

“I can still fight,” Jinx insisted, shifting to lean against you instead of the wall. Her slender frame was heavier than it looked, and her eyes were still closed. 

You hummed skeptically and Arunn shook his head at you. “I’m coming along.” 

“Fine,” you agreed, mostly because it would be getting dark soon and you wanted to get Jinx home before that happened. “Let’s go.”

The market where you had been browsing was between the Haven and The Last Drop, but there was still a significant distance before you got Jinx home. Silence reigned as you made your slow, steady way through the first few streets. 

Jinx cracked her eyes open around the halfway point. You would be encouraged by the idea that she was recovering from her fatigue, but you were supporting more of her weight than ever. It was also concerning that she was staring intently at Arunn. 

“Have I met you yet?” Jinx asked, leaning forward slightly to watch him without you between them. 

“Don’t think so,” Arunn said with a shrug. “I haven’t met you.” 

“Jinx,” she said offering a casual salute. 

He paused for a moment and you watched to see what he would do. He wasn’t under any obligation to give his name, of course, but you weren’t sure whether he knew that. “Arunn.” 

“Good to meetcha, Arunn,” Jinx told him, stumbling a bit as she turned to look where you were going instead of at him. Her knees had buckled for a moment, leaving her resting her full weight on you. Your shoulders complained - Jinx’s arm was slung up and around your neck, so they were carrying the brunt of the additional weight.

Arunn watched as you readjusted Jinx’s arm over your shoulders. He would probably have helped, but one of you needed to be ready to handle any threats that approached. 

“Hey Jinx,” Arunn said abruptly. “You ever had a piggy-back ride?” 

“A piggy-back ride?” Jinx repeated, perking up noticeably. “Not since I was a kid.” 

You frowned at that - Jinx was all of twelve years old. She was still a kid, even if she had that world-weary look shared by all too many children in the Undercity. 

Arunn didn’t seem as caught up in his own thoughts as you were. He stilled, squatting slightly and bracing himself with his arms down and out to either side. “Hop on.”

The smile on Jinx’s face made your chest ease a little. She hurried forward eagerly, hopping onto Arunn’s back with only a little unsteadiness. The two got settled quickly enough, then turned expectantly to you. With a smile of your own, you led the way toward The Last Drop.

From there, the process of returning Jinx to her home was surprisingly simple. You took her to The Last Drop and the bartender rushed off to retrieve a medium-height person with black hair. When you had confirmed with Jinx that this was Ran, you and Arunn passed her over to get some rest. 

Before you left, Jinx tackled you in a hug. She did the same for Arunn, and you were warmed to see how quickly his surprise melted to pleasure as he patted her back and told her to take things slow. 

The walk back to the Haven was quiet but companionable. Arunn didn’t press for details about how you knew Jinx or ask why you wanted to help her. Instead, he asked whether you had taken a look at some of the menu ideas he had put together. 

Arunn had spearheaded a partnership between the Haven and Stocked, Nimi and Michah’s grocery store. He purchased the foods that didn’t sell very well on the Haven’s behalf, then worked with Micah to build recipes using the foods he had purchased. The patients loved his cooking, and Nimi adored the fact that Arunn helped them move less popular foods. Micah was always happy to cook, and especially when he could teach as dedicated a pupil as Arunn. 

Things were quiet for the next few days. You had only just started to wonder when Silco would be back in the Undercity when one of the guards handed you a tersely written message.

Come to The Last Drop immediately. 

You hadn’t bothered writing a reply. If you were supposed to meet with Silco immediately, you would arrive at the same time as whatever message you intended to send. 

Your sense of dread was palpable as you retraced your steps to The Last Drop. It was the late hours of the morning, and the building seemed entirely empty. There was no one in the main room and you didn’t see a soul as you climbed the staircase up to Silco’s office. 

A perfunctory knock on the door was replied to with a one-word answer: Enter. When you did, Silco stared at you, gaze hard. “Close the door behind you.” 

You did, distantly wondering if the thundering of your pulse would be visible in your neck when you turned around. 

“Tell me exactly what you were thinking.” 

You took a deep breath at the menace in Silco’s voice as he issued the order. Still, you had been thinking about this since the incident with Jinx, and your half-prepared speech tumbled from your lips in a rush of words. 

You explained that you had found Jinx in the alleyway and had stayed there as she calmed down. You told him how you had offered to get him, but Jinx told you that he was out of town. You finished with how Ran had led Jinx upstairs as you and Arunn had left. 

“Did I not tell you to stay away from Jinx?” 

Silco’s whip-like voice made you flinch, but you recovered quickly. “I don’t see how I could have done anything different, Silco. There are people who would take advantage of a young girl having a crisis, even somewhere as public as the markets-”

“Zaunites know better than most how to take care of themselves,” Silco dismissed, tucking his hands behind his back as he paced around the office. “You are letting your outside experiences color the way you treat people here.” 

“Rape and assault can happen anywhere,” you shot back, watching as Silco straightened, his expression darkening rapidly. “And they happen in Zaun far more often than anywhere else I’ve lived. If you think I was going to leave Jinx alone while she calmed down, you don’t know me very well.” 

“What did I tell you would happen if you spoke with her again?” 

You shook your head slowly. “That conversation was a long time ago. Probably that you would kill me.” 

“And did you remember that when you disobeyed my orders?” It was almost worse that Silco’s voice had softened into something quiet and gentle. It made you feel like he was going to pounce on you, especially since he was steadily working his way closer to you.

“I did,” you confirmed, half-wondering if you should have lied. “It didn’t change my decision on how to proceed and I wouldn’t change anything now.” 

Silco nodded thoughtfully. “Follow me.” 

You sighed inaudibly when he turned. If this was how you were going to die, so be it. You had no regrets. 

He led you through the doorway in the corner. You were already frowning in confusion when you stepped into his bedroom, but it faded as Silco kissed you. 

It was hungry and desperate and not at all what you would expect from a man who was going to murder you in the next few minutes. There was a fumbling at your back as Silco reached behind you to close the door. As soon as that was done, he started working at your clothing. 

You were pliant in his arms, distracted by a combination of his tongue in your mouth and your own surprise at still being alive. The instant you were fully bare, Silco started maneuvering you toward his bed. 

When you got there, collapsing backward onto the soft springiness of his mattress, Silco’s hands moved to the fastenings of his own clothing. He stripped himself as quickly as he could, joining you on the bed before the last stitch hit the floor. 

He held himself up and over you, leaning down to continue claiming your mouth. You couldn’t keep yourself from relaxing into it, but you didn’t try very hard. There was something… different about the way he was touching you, something almost reverent.

As your lips worked together, tongues exploring each other, Silco dropped his lower body further and further toward you. When his length was pressed against the cradle of your hips, you both gave a groan. He was hard against you, and your folds were slippery with your own desire. 

There was no resistance at all when he plunged his cock into you. Your body accepted him willingly - even eagerly - and you moaned again at the feeling of him stretching and filling you. 

He surged forward until he was buried inside of you, then paused. You were locked together so closely that you couldn’t tell which body’s pulsing you felt, but it pounded through the entirety of your body. Silco’s natural eye was heavy-lidded, almost closed, but he still watched you with satisfaction written across his face. 

“That’s it, pet,” he said warmly. “Let me in. I’ll bring you pleasure you never dreamed of.”

It seemed like an odd request considering that you had been meeting up for almost a year, but you weren’t in the mood to start arguing the particulars with him. Instead, you wrapped your legs around him, urging him to press harder against you. 

Apparently, that was enough of an answer, because Silco started to rock slowly into you. He never left you entirely - he couldn’t, with the way your legs were tight around his flexing hips - but it didn’t matter. He moved as far as he could, choosing the perfect pace to keep you gasping and clenching around him. 

One of his hands was braced beside your head, holding him poised above you as he thrust into you with that steady rhythm. The other hand was busily exploring you. 

He wasn’t focused on your breasts and clit the way he normally was. Instead, Silco’s hand worked over your body, sweeping down your arms and cradling the curve of your hip. He stroked over the globe of your ass and continued down your leg, catching for a moment in the sensitive space behind the bend of your knee. 

You might have ignored it as a new form of torture, but Silco’s gaze stayed fixed on you the entire time. His eyes were zeroed in on your face, watching and weighing the impact of each touch. When he had finished his first exploration, he did it all again, concentrating that time on all of the places that had made you breathe a little heavier for him.

And all the while, his body kept that steady surging into and out of yours. 

Sex between you and Silco was often a frantic, hurried experience. Either you didn’t have time to share anything slow and reverent, or you didn’t have the desire to. You were low on time or one of you was angry or any one of a dozen reasons that you didn’t opt for anything slow and careful. 

To put it simply, if a little crassly, you and Silco fucked. 

This was different. You weren’t fucking. This wasn’t even simple sex. If anything, it was making love - a phrase you had always found both embarrassing and awkward. But it fit this. The slow thrusts, the gentle touches, the way his eyes had yet to move from your face…

Perhaps the most surprising part of all was that you didn’t mind it. 

Silco was murmuring in your ear, delivering small compliments and encouragements almost as often as he delivered strokes of his body in yours. All of it was interspersed with gentle kisses, and you looked forward to them just as much as you did everything else. You started leaning up to accept those kisses, too eager to wait for him to close the distance between you. 

Despite the dramatic change in pace from how things usually went between you, you found your orgasm drawing ever-closer. Silco continued to deliver his gentle, measured thrusts even as your hands unwound from the sheets to grip the warm skin behind his shoulders. Your inner muscles tightened, your back arching slightly against the surface of the bed. 

“Silco,” you said with half a gasp. “I’m close.” 

He hummed, a hint of a smile curving his lips. “Good. Come for me, darling.” 

The warm entreaty left you helpless, spasming around him as your body shook and flexed against the onslaught of pleasure. Your fingers tightened against the muscles of his back, trying desperately to ground yourself with him. It didn’t work - the slow and steady pushes of his body into yours kept your orgasm feeding out slowly until you could hardly remember a time before the overwhelming sensations. Silco watched raptly the entire time.

You hit a point when your body stopped being able to react, like the pleasure had finally overtaken you to the point when your nerves were numbed to the hormones flooding your system. 

Your body had started to calm, pulsing slowly around Silco’s as you came down from your peak. Silco cursed, pushing quickly into you. It was the first time he had broken that careful rhythm, and your eyes opened to watch as Silco’s pleasure overcame him. 

His natural eye fluttered closed, the Shimmer-infused one meeting your gaze intently. Silco’s lips parted slightly as he gasped and pushed as far into you as he could. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of you, warmth spreading from where he was nestled in your core. 

He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he kept himself firmly against you. It wouldn’t last - he would soften enough to slip free of you without intervention from either of you, but you knew that he liked to enjoy the closeness when he could. 

“Thank you,” he said softly, voice almost inaudible with the way he was speaking against your skin. 

“Mmm?” It was all you could muster, but you hoped it got your point across. 

“For taking care of my daughter.” 

You hummed again, entwining yourself more thoroughly in his arms. Perhaps it been your imagination, but it had almost seemed like he was going to say ‘our daughter’.

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Author's Note - I know we've seen less of Jinx than most of you were guessing we would, but Silco seems like the type to keep all aspects of his life separate from each other if possible. I hope this makes up for it!

Also, I don't claim to know much about psychotic episodes, so I did a lot of research. I based reader's response on this one in particular, an article from the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) about how to support a loved one who suffers with psychotic episodes. If there's anything glaringly inaccurate or offensive about this portrayal, please reach out and let me know so I can fix it!

Finally, thank you for reading! As a reminder, I do not offer a taglist for explicit works, but you can find everything I've written on my masterlist or on AO3, where I write under username InkSplots. I'll see you soon with another chapter!

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To make up for the angst of my previous vanco post <3