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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!
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.
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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Thinking of a decidedly non-fixit Arcane AU where Silco and Vander both live, but now have to navigate negotiations with Piltover for the nation of Zaun, and the fallout in their families.
Eight years ago, when Marcus spirited Vi away to rot in prison, unbeknownst to anyone he managed to take a just-barely-alive Vander, too. Vander remains Marcus’ best-kept secret, but after Silco and Jinx are arrested, he’s yanked from the bowels of Stillwater and reinstalled as leader of the newly declared nation of Zaun.
Reeling from his change of circumstance and the paths his family has taken during his imprisonment, Vander must now navigate the aftermath of the very different plans Vi and Silco have laid for an independent Zaun.
But after five months of negotiations, all Zaunite prisoners are released from Piltovan prisons, and Vander and Vi must confront their siblings, and grapple with the base violence necessary for change. Takes place at the end of an alternate Act III.
Vander survived like Vi did, but Vi does not realize this at the time. She spends her entire time in Stillwater believing he died of his injuries.
Shimmer did allow him to survive, but he remains Vander rather than Warwick the robot-zombie-werewolf/living embodiment of the Hound of the Underground he will almost certainly be in canon.
The plot of Arcane proceeds pretty much normally. Caitlyn does not initially learn of Vander, as he wasn’t involved in the incident with Silco’s henchman. Few Piltovans know about Vander, and prior to Jayce and Mel’s initiative, even fewer care enough about Zaun to bother with him. After Caitlyn and Vi address the Council, Marcus’ dealings are discovered, and the idea of Zaunite independence is floated, some rusty gears start turning, but Jayce isn’t privy to this and still attempts to negotiate with Silco.
Silco still spirals when offered independence at the price of his daughter, and still monologues to Vander[‘s statue] about it. However, word of the terms, and Silco’s refusal of them, somehow gets out to the other Chembarons, and then to Zaun at large.
Fortunately, this manages to head off Jinx’s tea party of horrors.
Unfortunately, this leads to a (very understandably) enraged mob of Zaunites willing to drag both father and daughter to the bridge of Piltover for the price of one, and/or stone them in the streets.
Silco has precious few moments to assure Jinx he’d never forsake her. When the mob comes for them, he tells her to go and tries to cover her escape, but Jinx refuses to be separated from him. The mob washes over them.
Jinx, as she always does, fights like a woman possessed. Silco may be rusty, but he is and will always be a son of Zaun, and he is scrappy. When a man cuts off one of Jinx’s braids and starts tearing at her clothes, Silco stabs him to death with his own knife. But when the first stone is thrown, at the foot of the Bridge, all he can do is throw his scrawny body over hers in a desperate attempt to shield her.
Meanwhile, Cassandra Kirammen has just seen fit to reveal Vander’s survival to Caitlyn, who races to tell Vi (who is in Zaun hunting Sevika).
Vi is nearly overcome with joy at his survival and the prospect of rebuilding Zaun with a stable adult, and almost as pleased when they hear an angry mob has come for Silco. However, her joy turns to horror when she realizes Powder is with him, and Jinx is just as much a target of the mob as Silco is.
Vi races over the rooftops in the mob’s wake trying to reach her sister. She’s horrified to see a dead man, stabbed and trampled and still clutching a bright blue braid.
The mob surrounds Silco and Jinx at the Bridge, hurling stones. They are dispersed by a warning shot from Cassandra Kiramman, backed by a squad of Enforcers. The first thing Silco sees, when he’s able to lift his head, is a Piltovan gun pointed at him and his daughter.
Vi arrives at the rooftops overlooking the scene to hear Cassandra Kiramman tell them that Violet was right, their own people did turn on them. The anguish in Jinx’s cry as she buries her face in Silco’s chest and he tries to comfort her will haunt Vi for years. For a moment, Silco sees Vi above them, and the accusation and rage on his face as he holds his battered, traumatized daughter is chilling.
Cassandra then drops the bombshell than not only has Vander survived, he’s now poised to become the new leader of Zaun (provided cooperation with the Council). Cue Silco breakdown.
Vi watches the Enforcers arrest Silco and Jinx as Zaun processes this news. Having all but traded places with her sister after all these years, her reunion with Vander takes a bittersweet cast as she, Vander, and Ekko set about rebuilding Zaun and dismantling Silco’s Shimmer empire.
The chembarons put up a fight, but not as much as they might’ve, at least openly. Sevika managed to avoid the mob and she quickly emerges as one of the voices Vander knows he’ll have to negotiate with. Ekko and especially Vi are not happy with this, but the fact remains that Zaun is sorely lacking in any remaining competent leadership who’s been in the Lanes for the past 8 years and is even remotely trusted by the people.
Meanwhile, Silco and Jinx have had near-simultaneous breakdowns with the reveal that Vander is alive, Vi “betrayed” them to Piltover, and both of them are now working with Topside for the independence Silco’s (allegedly) been working for for the past 8 years. Convinced more than ever that everyone else betrays them, they become, if possible, even more codependent.
They are separated during intake (Jinx’s other braid is cut so she's not lopsided), and their frantic reunion in the canteen attracts attention, and some crude suggestions that Jinx should find herself a younger man. Silco, disgusted, says she’s his daughter.
Silco has failed to stand up to Piltover, failed to keep power in Zaun, and now apparently failed to kill Vander. His single-minded devotion to Jinx is all that stands between him and a complete breakdown, but his power to protect his child is severely limited in prison; in Zaun he was a king, here he’s just a sump-rat. And he’s fading.
Like the mutant fish that prowl the waters, Silco is adapted to the chemicals and pollutants in Zaun, and when cut off from the Shimmer, like a fish out of water, he gets very sick, very quickly.
Silco and Jinx see each other at meals and outdoor hour (no effort is made to separate men and women), but otherwise prisoners are left to rot. Neither engage with any other prisoners, even their henchmen. But Silco gets weaker, and as the months turn colder, he becomes too sick to leave his cell. When he doesn’t show at the canteen, Jinx takes it upon herself to go to him. She locates his cell and sneaks in at night (with some lockpicking help from Mylo’s ghost?). She can evade the guards, but she tells Silco they’re more concerned about keeping prisoners in Stillwater than what they do in there. Silco is more concerned about the implications of who might be able to get into his teenage daughter’s cell.
Silco is not doing well. Guards bring food to his cell, but don’t bother to see if he eats it. He can’t keep it down, and he’s becoming too weak to try. He tries to give it to Jinx, telling her not to waste it. It’s the only thing he can do for her.
He’s dying, and despite his attempts to reassure Jinx she’ll be alright, he’s terrified at the thought of leaving her alone. Jinx is determined to keep him alive though.
She makes it to his cell every night, rumors be damned. When he becomes too weak to eat, she feeds him, doing everything she can to keep him fed, keep him warm, keep him breathing through the night. Fluid fills his lungs, leaving him in a state of constant drowning. He lapses into delirium, raving about Marcus and Vander and Vi, about Piltover and Shimmer and the nation of Zaun. Eventually, he can barely keep down water, and all Jinx can do for him is draw sharks on the walls and ceiling of his cell, to guard him when he’s trapped in nightmares he can’t wake from (she gets it.)
After five months of negotiations (~December?), Vander and Vi secure the release of all Zaunite prisoners from Piltovan prisons. What to do with them presents a challenge, as Zaun has no criminal justice system and next-to-no legitimate economy. Many of the prisoners are petty criminals by Piltovan standards, but ordinary citizens caught by Topside in Zaun. Then there are prisoners like Silco and Jinx, considered personae non gratae even (or especially) in Zaun. No one knows what to do with them, but it’s agreed they should face Zaunite justice.
Piltover knows that “Zaunite justice” could involve another mob, but they don’t care enough to object. Vi and Vander also know this, and care very much.
Vi is still in denial that Powder/Jinx is hated as much or more than Silco.
The prisoner transfer comes with little warning in the bowels of Stillwater, as the guards round up all the “sump-rat” prisoners one morning and send them to the Bridge, where the leaders of Zaun have assembled.
Vi is overcome with relief when she sees Powder among the released prisoners, but Jinx can’t find Silco.
He’s at the end of the crowd. As per the agreement, Piltover will release prisoners at the bridge, but he must cross it himself, and he’s barely able to walk. When he tries he immediately slips on the icy ground and doesn’t get up. Guards are laughing, Jinx is becoming frantic, and Sevika senses danger.
Lying face-up on the bridge, Silco looks up at the flag of the new nation of Zaun and almost gives in. And then he hears Jinx screaming his name.
Silco can’t walk and Jinx can’t carry him. But she won’t allow anyone near, and Vander and Vi just agitate her more. Sevika finally steps forward to carry him to a van that will take him and Jinx back to Zaun.
Sevika takes a moment to assess their condition before making the executive decision to drug Jinx unconscious and carry Silco into the Last Drop
Vander takes one look at him and calls for a doctor. When it becomes clear that Singed expects him to die and is a little too enthusiastic at the prospect of dissecting his eye, Caitlyn offers her father’s services as a doctor and escorts him to Zaun.
Vi stays at Powder’s bedside. When Jinx wakes asking for Silco, Vi tries to assure her she’ll never have to see him again, only for Jinx to punch her in the face and rush to Silco’s bedside calling for her father.
The first thing she sees is Vander standing over him, and she wrenches him away with strength that shouldn’t be possible. When Vander comes face to face with his youngest daughter after 8 years he can’t help but flinch.
Powder was the kindest of his children, the sweetest, gentlest, always trying to please. Jinx looks at him with rage and fear and accusation and betrayal and hate. She looks at him with Silco’s eyes, the last time he saw him.
Then she has him on the ground, too fast for him to react, going for his knife as Vi and Sevika try to separate them. Jinx and Vi briefly square off to defend their fathers, before Silco stirs.
Tobias Kiramman arrives to find the leader of Zaun battered and brooding, Caitlyn comforting a tearful Vi (who’s sporting a black eye), and Silco and Jinx reuniting for the first time in an independent Zaun. Both are weeping. It would be touching, if they weren’t who they were.
He recognizes Singed as a disgraced former doctor turned serial killer, and is concerned by the Zaunites’ unsurprised reactions. He’s the only doctor in Zaun, and the good ones wouldn’t come to the Undercity if they had any choice.
He’s also disturbed by the condition Silco’s in. It should have been obvious he was ill, but it’s clear he received no medical care in prison.
When Vander slashed his face open, chemicals in the water leached into the wound, formed crystals in his flesh, in the back of his eye. His eye’s turned black, the flesh of his cheek underneath caved in and rotted away. What was in that water? Singed would love to find out! Some phenol maybe. Shimmer kept infection at bay, but now…
He’s so weak Tobias warns Vander he may not live, but Vander tells him he will, because Silco’s a survivor, for better or worse.
Silco and Jinx’s move back in the Last Drop goes about as well as Sevika expects. They put Jinx in Powder’s old room, leading to disturbing, violent meltdowns that Vi and Vander are unprepared to deal with, while Silco’s health crashes several times in one night.
Vander concedes that it’s unsustainable and, on Sevika’s suggestion, eventually puts Jinx with Silco over Vi’s objections, as he’s the only one who can halfway calm her during meltdowns and she's the only one with experience with his healthcare.
Jinx has become Silco’s sole motivation to go on, and their dynamics subtly reverse. Clinginess and insecurity are traits readily associated with Jinx, but not obviously with Silco. Jinx has always been dependent on Silco, but in Stillwater and after she cared for him. This wasn’t to pump up her feelings of importance, or even a child’s desperation to avoid losing another parental figure; Jinx sincerely cared for her father out of concern. When he tells her she saved his life, she tells him children can take care of parents when they grow up.
The threat to their relationship was never Vander. Vi is another story, but Silco is Jinx’s father, not him.
Vander is unwilling to ask anyone else to care for Silco, and whatever Jinx can’t do Vander does himself. Silco alternates between vicious cruelty and such obvious physical and mental agony it’s impossible to fake, and he can swing unpredictably from one to another. He doesn’t need to accuse Vander; he knows.
Silco’s necessarily feeling overwhelmed and emotional after learning of Vander’s survival and Zaun gaining independence. He’d finally understood and and even forgiven Vander when he believed him to be dead, but the reality of confronting him alive is very different.
Vander: Sweeps in to gain independence and claim leadership of Zaun after 8 years in solitary confinement 🙌
Silco: half-carried out by his teenage daughter after 5 months in prison
Yeah, Silco doesn’t like that.
On one night, Vander freezes outside Silco’s door, listening to his brother curse Marcus and his deception, writhing and crying in pain from the wounds Vander gave him as Jinx tries to soothe him by describing how she killed Marcus in graphic detail, and offering to kill his 5-year old daughter. He curses Vander too, and Vander flinches when he hears Powder offer to kill him as well, if it would make him feel better. But even wracked with pain, Silco realizes how dangerous this could be and that he needs to be the adult in this situation. He declines, and tells Jinx to be absolutely sure he’s lucid before carrying out any hit jobs he issues.
On another night, Vander finds Silco passed out covered in vomit and carries him to the bathroom to clean him up; as he puts him in the tub Silco comes to and panics at the combination of Vander and water, struggling violently enough to injure Vander and himself. Vander in frustration finally asks if he would burden Jinx with all of his care, and Silco begrudgingly surrenders. When Vander makes him admit he hasn’t kept any food down all day, he brings him new food to eat and watches him eat it. Silco tries to tell him not to waste it and give it to Jinx, but Vander snaps at him that it’s not a waste.
They begin to speak, a little, about their children. What to do with Jinx? Redeem her as Powder or prosecute her as Jinx? Silco credits Jinx’s theft of the Hex gem and threat to Piltover for Zaunite independence, the base violence necessary for change. She’s perfect, he tells Vander, a true daughter of Zaun. She’s done what we never could.
Vander’s learned a lot about the things Jinx has done, what Powder’s turned into. He can’t tell if Silco is truly that blind to her faults or if he’s in denial. When he presses Silco about what role he played in making Jinx, Silco riles, but not at the accusation he corrupted her. He genuinely believes that becoming Jinx was the only way to heal Powder from the pain of betrayal, something he knows well.
He tells Vander that after Vander tried to kill him, he returned to the mines, through paths even Vander never knew. He stumbled for days (though he admits he might have been hallucinating, as there are things in the mines that can make you “see things”) before he came to an underground clearing filled with impossible flowers sustained by a mysterious glowing fluid. He collapsed there, and it was there Singed found him. Singed asked him if he wanted to live, and Silco tells Vander he wanted revenge.
Vander’s heard enough and turns to go, but Silco becomes more agitated, snarling at Vander not to turn away from him, to look at him. But to Vander’s surprise, he doesn’t seem motivated by anger or possessiveness or a disagreement in ideology; he’s terrified for what will happen to Jinx if they try to force her to become Powder again, reduced to begging Vander not to do that to her.
When news comes that Piltover has officially recognized the nation of Zaun, most of the surviving adults of the rebellion generation are overwhelmed with emotion at the news. Silco breaks down as Jinx comforts him and Vi finds Vander weeping in the Last Drop and goes to him. Caitlyn spies Sevika crying quietly in a back room and slips away before she sees.
Silco and Vander have achieved everything they once wanted with the nation of Zaun, but they cannot share this victory together, not now. The truth they are unwilling to concede is that Zaun’s independence took both Silco and Jinx’s “base violence necessary for change,” and Vander and Vi’s diplomacy and compromise with Piltover. They need to be united, as they once were, as they always planned to be, if they are to move forward. But they won’t. They can’t. Not anymore.
Vander was never meant to be the diplomat. Silco was supposed to be the clever one, the negotiator, who wove his way through a trail of paperwork and legalese, who’d gain the respect of the Pilties once Vander was done cowing them from the Undercity. It takes more than a revolution to build a nation. Vander needs his brother now.
But that’s just it, isn’t it? Silco’s there, he’s right there, down the hall, on the other side of the door! But his brother is gone.
On top of that, wanting Silco dead is one of the few things that unite most in Zaun (and Vi and Ekko aren’t inclined to deny them). Vander insists he will stand trial once he’s strong enough to stand, but many would prefer a quicker end to justice. Fear of Jinx is all that stands between Silco and a very easy death.
Sevika: You’re welcome to try. It’s just a matter of how many of you Jinx will take with her.
Vander is between a rock and a very hard place. One night, Silco wakes to Vander crying silently over him, but gives no indication that he’s awake. Silco and Jinx are monsters, but they are monsters of Vander’s own making. It is not possible for Vander to pursue justice for Zaun without betraying his brother and his daughter, again.
Silco gradually becomes aware that a significant factor in independence negotiations was the return of the Hextech gem to Piltover, and it hasn’t been returned yet, because Vander and Vi can’t find it in the Undercity. When Jinx confides that she hid it before the mob took her and knows its location, for the first time since Stillwater, Silco has some hope.
For better or worse, Silco is back in the game. He starts to pull himself together. His hair’s grown out, hanging unevenly to his jaw, clipped back with Jinx’s sparkly barrettes. He's lost so much weight his dress shirts no longer fit, so he wears them wrapped around, held in place with a belt that needed a new hole worked into it, and what look like pinstriped pajama bottoms. Tobias Kiramman hears one Zaunite comment that “at least he’s dressing normally now.”
At one point he also watches in horror as Silco, barely strong enough to walk, lights up a cigarette. When Dr. Kiramman protests, citing his lungs, Silco coolly asks Jinx to open a window, allowing a haze of greenish smog to enter. As Tobias chokes and coughs, the two Zaunites remain impassive, and three glowing eyes stare at him through the haze.
Sevika also pays Silco a visit. She denies being a traitor, as she worked for Zaun, not Silco, but tells him she wasn’t the one who exposed his deal with Piltover to the Chembarons and to Zaun (That was Renni, and I honestly can’t blame her). She also tells him he looks like shit, but more like himself than he has in years.
Silco’s plan is to use knowledge of the Hex gem as a bargaining chip. Not to avoid prosecution, he knows that’s impossible, but his goal is to get a sentence that’s survivable rather than being left to rot in Stillwater, with a guard bribable enough to allow Jinx visits (and potentially explore other means of leverage).
He also seeks to shield Jinx from prosecution, taking all blame for her crimes however implausible. Everyone in Zaun knows it’s a lie, but Silco’s hoping that apathy will save them rather than ignorance.
Ironically enough, his and Vi’s goals are completely aligned, had they ever considered coordinating their assertions that Jinx was blameless and acting solely on Silco’s orders.
However, all his plans fall to nothing when, on trial by the leaders of Piltover and Zaun, Jinx lives up to her name, threatening them with Hextech weaponry in a bid to protect Silco. Sevika later finds him crumpled in a corner, helpless and out of options to save his daughter or himself.
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Silco's resurrection, it's almost to fitting to use Vander's blood to save Silco even if it turns him into an evolved hybrid like Ori. Part 2 of this comic where Singed finds Silco's body in the river, the shimmer in his system kept his body from decaying, a state between life and death. Singed put him into a spare stasis pod he kept around in case Orianna's malfunctioned and Viktor resurrected him with Orianna.
Robo Silco. I am writing a Sinco story out of this one where Singed saves Silco the same way he saved is daughter. I also loved hex gem eye Silco so that's the inspiration for his eyes.
It would be fitting Singed using Warwick/Vander to bring Silco back.
When I let it go
When I watched you die
I still miss you every single day
But I know that this is the reason I’m alive - SWARM & Emotiona - Synchronize
