#warwickimagine

Starring: Silco x Reader x Vander x Viktor Summary: Once the heart of the family — a wife to Vander and mother to Vi, Jinx, Mylo, and Claggor — you were lost to a chemtech disaster that turned you into a monster: Warwick. But you weren’t gone. Not really. Now, it’s up to three very different men—Vander, Silco, and Viktor—to bring you back. For the children. For Zaun. For love. Word Count: ~1,200 Warnings: Emotional trauma, body transformation, family grief, tenderness, past violence, found family

You weren’t supposed to be this. Not the growling, pacing thing that snarled when it saw shadows. You were her the woman Vander married, the mom who kissed scraped knees and kept the kids fed, the one who somehow made Zaun feel a little less dark.

But that all got ripped away the day the chemtech accident happened.

Vander found you first or what was left of you. He didn’t scream. He didn’t run. He just knelt there, calling your name like it was the last thing on earth he could do.

And damn, did it break him. I mean, watching him hold you the monster that wasn’t quite a monster it tore at everyone who cared. You could see it in Viktor’s eyes, all sharp and busy, but losing it behind those glasses. And Silco… well, Silco was the hardest to read. His face didn’t crack, but the way he touched your arm, like you weren’t just a science experiment, said more than words ever could.

They all wanted you back "the real you " but it wasn’t like flipping a switch.

Viktor spent nights locked away, his hands shaking as he mixed chemicals and fiddled with his machines, chasing some miracle that could turn beast back into woman.

And Vander? Vander just never left your side. He talked to you like you were still there, telling you stories about the kids, about how much they missed their mom. Sometimes, he’d catch your eyes or what was left of them and you’d swear you saw a flicker.

Silco wasn’t the family type, but he showed up anyway, always quiet, always watchful. There were no sweet words from him, no promises. Just a stubborn, fierce presence that said: I’m not giving up on you.

One night, after everyone else had gone, you reached out. It was just a small movement a twitch of a finger, a hesitant touch on Vander’s hand. And it was like the whole room held its breath.

Vander squeezed your hand gently, eyes watering, voice thick with something he couldn’t quite say. “We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

And you? You felt something too. A little spark maybe hope. Maybe love. Or maybe just the faintest echo of home.

You weren’t just a monster. Not yet.

A/N : this one is for u @coolgirl32 I hope u like it it's short but I think completed^^ I hope I respected ur asking!