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Hey! So sorry for not posting for a while! (I've been flooded by work!) But i rencently finished jinx s2! (I can't wait for act 3!!!) But to get to my main point!

So i saw a post (i don't remember on what app so sorry but i can't give credit!😓)

Anyway the post was saying just how smart jinx is. How she learned about hextex and understood how to use it like jayce and viktor did. So i've been thinking for a while....

A what if AU! what if Silco and Vander raised Powder and Vi together (everything is okay au, no trauma. Everyone is alive. No bad guy Silco. The kids still rob Jayce though.) So they make zaun an diplomatic and self run country? State? Idk... But like it's not part of pilltower. And so powder, grown up and raised mostly by silco because of his genius inventions. And she gets inrolled in pilltowers academy (can't remember the name rn, sorry!) and ofcourse she gets her diploma and because of her interest in hextex she gets to intern for jayce and Viktor. And hijinx insue. That's it. Thats the au. Everyone is happy and jinxe gets a job

Lily is obsessed with Halloween, the costumes, the decorations, the whole thing. She picks costumes for everyone and she gets upset when they don’t dress as the thing she assigned them, extra points if she hasn’t even told what they should be.

In her head, Pandora should dress up as Caitlyn, Dorcas should be Mel, Evan should be Viktor and Evan should be Jayce. Regulus should be Slico.

He wanted that cookie so bad and he got it

Who knew just a little bit of dick would fix him????

In my heart they’re lovers

I'm sorry but Silco having his jacket tucked inside Vander's is just so intimate.

Hear me out…can there be a both option..?

Hottest Arcane Character, Battle for Third

Viktor and Silco were knocked out of the tournament in the semi-final, but which will snag third place and a spot on the podium?

Viktor vs. Silco

new art 🫡 NOT A SHIP they are father and daughter ty

Shimmer-Filled Dreams

➼ Sorry that this took forever! I got busy and lost motivation, I can’t promise a consistent posting schedule. Truly I’ll write then when I feel I inspired to. When I was trying to force myself to write it all came out terribly

➼ This is more a pilot chapter for the series, establishing some background context that will be important later on

➼ Tbh I might change the title since I’m bad at naming things. But with all that said, enjoy!

His dream of going to the Academy to be something more dashed in a mere few moments. He had been 19, his parents scraping up enough money to buy a used Academy uniform. Viktor had never been happier, had never hugged his parents tighter. His dreams were going to be realized! That entire morning was spent obssessing over getting all the wrinkles out of the clothing, making sure his hair was presentable, and fixing up his sorry excuse for a cane. He was going to sneak into the Academy, and by the time they even realized he was going to be doing so well there that they wouldn't be able to kick him out. It was genuis and it was going to work. It had to.

He made it to Piltover, strolled in through the Academy doors...only to have everyone look at him. An enforcer just a few feet in front of him, their cold, uncaring eyes trained on him. "Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” their voice rang out. His heart dropped to his shoes. How could they have known? So soon? He looked the part. There were so many people here, how was he picked apart from the crowd? It didn’t make any sense. From behind the enforcer he could see someone. Professor Heimerdinger. Yes! Okay, all wasn’t lost. The professor would see this and step in, surely he would. Silently he pleaded with him, his voice caught in his throat. The professor looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Now all he has to do was speak up. So close! Instead his gaze was then cast to the floor, walking off to wherever his original destination was. He didn’t help. He didn’t say anything. Viktor was snapped out of it by the enforcer grabbing his arm, starting to tug him outside. There was no use fighting it. He walked along with the enforcer, being pulled a bit to try and keep up despite doing his best with his cane and his leg. He was only let go once they were over the bridge that separated Piltover and the Undercity, not given a second glance as they walked back to their original post.

Viktor wasn’t one to cry, he simply stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. How could he go back home? His parents sacrificed so much for him to get this opportunity. Without even getting to open his mouth in the Academy he had failed them. No, he couldn’t go back home. The disappointment on their faces alone would be enough to slaughter him where he stood. He was on his own now, he’d figure it out. He always did. With some difficulty he made himself start walking. Where? He wasn’t sure. But moving forward seemed a lot better than standing right beside the bridge like an idiot. His eyes were cast down at the ground before him as he moved, until he spied a familiar pair of shoes. Looking up he saw Singed, how long he had been standing there he didn’t know. They hadn’t spoke much since he was younger, since he found out what he was doing to Rio. He ran and never looked back. But he’d spy Singed here and there whenever he was walking around, picking up materials and whatnot. Sometimes they’d have a short conversation, but he never came back to help him with his work. He couldn’t. All he could see was Rio’s face whenever he passed the general area of his lab. Or house really. A combination of the two.

“An Academy uniform,” he observed “did you get in like you had always wanted?” When they had been working together, even from a young age, Viktor would always talk about wanting to go to the Academy. Seems he never lost that dream. Or perhaps he just had. “I..I tried. They found out I wasn’t supposed to be there as soon as I walked in and they escorted me out of Piltover.” His face was hard to read, as usual. But he gave a slow, solemn nod. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I remember how much you wanted to go. And after everything your parents told anyone who would listen.” That caught his attention. His eyes widening slightly, a slight mix of horror and disbelief written on his face. “What have they been saying?” Singed knew he had his attention now. Perfect. “How they were so proud of you for seizing your dreams. That they couldn’t wait to see what success you’ll grow into. That they always knew you would amount to something greater than they could ever imagine. But you getting kicked out? Oh..it would break their hearts. It really seems like they’re depending on you, Viktor.”

If his heart was in his shoes before, it was in hell now. This confirmed it. He couldn’t go back. Sure he had always known his parents expected good things from him, but the gravity of it all was finally hitting him now that it was all crashing down around him in a fiery blaze. “I can’t go back home.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to Singed or to himself. Maybe he wasn’t talking to anyone. But Singed was listening. “Do you have a place to stay?” He asked, already knowing the answer before Viktor slowly shook his head. He gestured towards the Undercity. “Come with me. I have someone I’d like you to meet. He may be able to help with your situation. Give you a place to stay and a purpose. That’s what he did for me.” A bit of an exaggeration there, but if it works it works. Viktor slowly followed after him to the old cannery, wondering who this man could be. Singed worked for him? He didn’t think that he’d work for anyone other than himself. He didn’t seem the type to like taking orders. Then again, people did what they had to do to survive. Anything to keep food on the table. He was lead down a long hallway to an elevator, stepping on before it began its decent. Down, down, down. It was dark for a while. Then suddenly there were windows..into the water. Various fish passed by in blurs, he wasn’t sure how deep down they were at this point.

When the elevator finally stopped and Viktor stepped out, he saw a lab. Pretty fitting for Singed. His eyes were immediately drawn to a purple liquid filling multiple test tubes. Shimmer. Rio. He wasn’t surprised that this was what he was hired to do. Or perhaps he was ‘working’ for this mystery man against his will. That was a common occurrence here. Other than the lab equipment, the place seemed barren. “You know if you wanted to kill me, there were closer locations for that.” He said flatly. This had to be some sort of set up, an unnecessary one if that truly was his goal. He wasn’t exactly a hard target to kill. Either way Viktor’s free hand rested on his hip, on the handle of the knife he had hidden in his waistband. Yes, he had been going to Piltover, somewhere with a low crime rate. But old habits die hard.

“You’re more useful to me alive.” A voice rang out from ahead. As if that was any reassurance. His eyes looked towards the source of the voice, a chair he hadn’t taken note of before spinning around. Revealing the man he must have been meeting. Two mismatched eyes met his own, one blue and the other black and yellow. Scarring covering the clearly damaged eye, but it didn’t seem..real. His skin was too even for that to be real. He was hiding behind makeup to cover up whatever scar caused the damage to his eye. “And who are you? A James Bond villain?” His hand tightened around the handle. If he was going down, it wouldn’t be without a fight. “Your new boss, Viktor.” He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I’ve had the doctor here tell me a great deal about his former pupil. How he saw potential in him. And now I’m here to offer him a job and a place to stay.” Talk about too good to be true. Viktor eyed the man and Singed, who simply nodded. “I could use another mind to help me with perfecting shimmer. You’ve already seen how it’s made. You’ve helped me before, Viktor. Think about what we could do with something as potent as shimmer.”

It wasn’t a good option. Fuck, it was hardly an option. This seemed more like cornering a scared animal in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” He finally asked, hand falling from his blade and back down to his side. What other choice did he have? It was this or the streets. “Silco. Now, you have work to do.”

About five years had passed. The shimmer was finally ready, the side effects stabilizing. Viktor had a small room in the underground laboratory that he seldom rested in, too focused on his work in making shimmer usable. There was potential there, if used right shimmer could save. That was what he was focusing on, the healing elements. This could improve lives, truly. But he knew it could also take them. That was clear enough with the trails Singed put whatever animal he grabbed off the street through. Mainly rats. They just shouldn’t have gone for the cheese in that obvious cage. He didn’t take part of this trials, administering or watching. Viktor’s roll was to simply read the observations and adjust the formula for the next batch of shimmer based on that. Maybe the shimmer would have been done sooner if he oversaw the trials, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. With each animal he put in that glass cage he could only see Rio. It made him feel small all over again, a feeling he hated.

Almost as much as he hated feeling the ground underneath him shake and see blue smoke blow up in the sky. He had run out to the lanes to pick up a few odds and ends he needed for his work. Seems he made the right choice. The cannery was going up in flames. Panic surged in his chest, with each blink his world altering. One moment it was the cannery. The next, a small house that had been turned to ash. Blink. Blink. Blink. He clutched his cane tighter and hurried towards the fiery mess. All his notes. His work. Gone up in flames. Save for the journal he was carrying in his worn-to-hell messenger bag. As he was doing his best to race towards the burning building he saw figures walking towards him calmly. Or, well, mostly calm. Save for a little girl with blue hair in Silco’s arms, clutching onto him like a lifeline. A goon whose name he couldn’t be bothered to remember holding an unconscious Sevika.

“What the hell happened!?” He nearly shouted, utterly confused and honestly angry that any of this was even happening. Silco didn’t bother with an explanation, walking past him and in the direction of the Lanes. “I’ve seen your tinkering. Sevika will need a prosthetic arm. You will work on that while Singed starts up shimmer production.” He was left little choice but to follow after Silco, the little girl watching him with caution and fear in her eyes. “My lab was just blown up-!”

“My lab, remember?” Silco cut in with a glare out of his good eye. “We will rebuild. I already have the perfect place in mind. And while I work on our new nation of Zaun, you are to help watch over Powder.” That made the girl, Powder, seem to ease up a little. Silco trusted him. He had to be at least alright. Even if Viktor looked like he was just ordered to cut off his own foot and eat it. “I am a scientist, I am not a babysitter. Do I look like the sort of person who knows how to handle children?” Powder shrunk back in Silco’s arms. Seems she was wrong. “Well you’re going to learn, aren’t you? She has a brilliant mind, you two will get along just fine.”

This what, eleven year old? Who was currently shaking like a leaf? He didn’t believe it. Powder pointed towards the burning building, “it..it was an accident..”

She made that happen? Sure explosions weren’t that hard to make. But one of that magnitude? And on accident? She had to have some sort of head on her shoulders to accomplish that. Perhaps babysitting wouldn’t be as tedious as he first thought. “Uhm..well..do you like boats?” He asked, trying to find some sort of topic for a kid. Powder seemed to smile a little. “I prefer sharks. Those best boats.”

“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we? When I get the materials, you build a shark, I’ll build a boat, and we’ll battle them.” That broke her out into a full blown smile despite the tear marks on her cheeks. “You’re on!”

➼ This is more just a little clarifying note since I am paranoid. I’m not shipping Jinx and Viktor in this series. They will be written as basically adoptive siblings. The main romance pairing here is JayVik with possibly some other minor ships in the background. I don’t think anything I wrote would give off the vibe that I was trying to ship Jinx and Viktor, but just in case. I hope you guys liked this! I hope to write more soon <3

To clear it up, platonic character x character would be something like writing about Vi and Jinx, clearly with no romance involved, or a found family fic, something along those lines! If you have any specific ships or requests just sent an ask!

Blister & Blood

Event: Angstpril 2025 ; hosted by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 5 ALTERNATE—Major Injury Fandom: Arcane Ship: Silco x Vander | Vanco Rating: M Tags: MCD, anti-Vander. No, seriously. Bad guy Vander. Vulnerable Silco. Canon Divergence.

Silco looked at the drawing he made of him and Vander, smiling down softly at their colours melding into each other. It was one of their better days—coming up with their Blister & Bedrock mantra. A vow to create a safe space for all the children, and their children. But, those days started getting fewer in between.

When Felicia died, so did the goodness between him and Vander, until one day.

Vander was on something that Silco couldn’t identify, at the end, he could just have started hating Silco. As if it was only Silco’s job to keep Felicia safe. All he knew was that Vander blamed him. And one day. Silco decided to fight back.

He decided to stand up for himself, to say that it wasn’t only on Silco and that it wasn’t right for Vander to keep fucking blaming him and reminding Silco of everything that they had lost.

He very quickly realised he made the wrong choice when Vander pushed him up face first against the wall and ground his head into the jutting brick. He tried to close his eyes but he could feel the pricks of the brick against his face before he could fully manage it. He felt something wet roll down his face, but he knew he couldn’t be crying—the other option seemed too harrowing to accept.

Vander pressed his pelvis into Silco’s back, and he could feel his entire body get crushed against the wall. It stuck through his clothes, and tore the more sensitive fabrics, and Vander just pushed his head further into the wall before leaning closer.

“Where do you get off telling me it’s my fault? Telling ME that I had to do MORE? You’re just a sniveling goddamn brat that didn’t get enough attention in this godforsaken place. You’d be nothing without me.” Silco could hear the sneer in Vander’s voice, and it broke small parts of him that he wasn’t sure had existed anymore. The abandoned boy inside of him cried out in pain and fear.

“I…didn..I didn’t say. You..” He couldn’t find his voice. Couldn’t keep it even.

“YES YOU DID! My fault that Felicia died? God,” Vander’s chuckle was hollow, “I loved her. I would never have let anything happen to her.” There was a sick satisfaction in Silco’s chest. Confirmation on something that he had suspected for years. That Vander only started dating Silco to get closer to Felicia, and since she died. Vander didn’t care about him anymore. 

Silco knew that Vander’s temper was short, and that it snapped because the next moment his face was being crushed by the wall. Vander held Silco’s hair in a tight grip and started smashing his head against it. 

Silco couldn’t feel the pain anymore, but he felt a sharp burning in his abdomen, but he couldn’t place if it was a blade or not. He could start to see little orbs of light floating in his vision. Looking like specks of dust but in a rainbow of colours, and he almost gasped at the beauty.

All in all. He had an extremely good life. He had morals and he was at the forefront of a revolution. Two little girls who he could hold when they were sad, and sometimes help them to feel better. His vision went black, and he could feel his breathing shallow out while his body was being used like a ragdoll for frustration.

It’s enough that it’d been good.

It had to be enough.

Unfinished Silco

Where did this masterpiece come from????

ARomanSilco

Rest in peace Silco, you would've loved Luke Castellan

UGHH buying a specially made strap for him😋😋

Subby!Silco Headcannons 😋

Content Warnings: Subby!Silco, GN!Reader, oral (reader receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering (reader receiving), p in v/a sex, begging, dom/sub, edging, pegging/Silco getting fucked, cum permission

Obviously NSFW below the cut!!

• To cut to the chase, giving head is undeniably one of his his favorites, there's nothing quite like it.

• Your ass hanging off his desk and his head buried between your thighs, he'll stay there for hours.

• Orgasm after orgasm he begs you to let him keep going, to taste you more.

• "Please, sweetheart, one more. Please please please, I know you're so tired but I just need more of you, this is the last one. Mmm, god, you taste so good..."

• His hands are busy as they'll ever be, one holding your thigh and the other making quick work of his cock as he edges himself through the whole thing, not cumming until after he's done with you and you tell him he can.

• He'll beg for that too.

• "Please, let me cum, please, oh- fuck! I'm so close, I did so well, will you let me cum?"

• He loves to finger you, to watch you squirm when he crooks his fingers just the right way; he certainly loves hearing you call out his name and praise him for his work.

• Sex leaves him fucked-out and it's beautiful, watching how disheveled and utterly speechless he is as you ride the life out of him or as he fucks his cum into you.

• Will beg for you to ride him, and he takes full advantage of the perks when you do, holding your chest and touching you constantly.

• Fucking him (w/ dick or strap) is a surreal experience, seeing such a strong pillar of Zaun leadership reduced to a twitching, horny puddle that will do anything for you to fuck him until he can't think.

• He squirms a lot, readjusting his grip on anything he can find, rutting his hips against you, there's too much energy in it for him to stop moving.

• The noises he makes are completely insane, nothing one could ever imagine coming from Zaun's Kingpin Industrialist.

• Moans and gasps, sometimes whines and higher-pitched cries, feral sobs and babblings of your name to not stop, go faster, harder...

• "Oh my god oh my godohmygod! Keep going please oh my god keep going! Just like that, make me cum, please- ah!"

• Will do anything to have your mouth on his cock, but he almost never asks for it, it's always a reward, but he loves the feeling.

• Will throat fuck you if you let him and despite the control you give him in doing so, he still only cums with permission.

• "Thank you, oh my god thank you. Ha! Do that again with your tongue p-please- oh my- fuck!"

• Calling him "good boy" induces a surprisingly physical reaction along with likely a whimper or moan, but he won't say he's your good boy.

4 times you sit on silco’s lap & the 1 time he pulled you onto his lap

Warnings. Sexual positions. No specific reader gender/genitalia. Impregnation kink (sorry yall its bad again). Not toxic girl dad!Silco. Pet name

1

You and Silco danced around the empty bar, twirling and singing and chasing and slipping out of each other’s fingers. For the past hour the pair of you had been letting the loud music from the jukebox reverberate through your bones as you moved fluidly around the room.

Silco’s silky black hair was pulled back into a tiny bun at the back of his head. Sweat beaded at his hairline. The little droplets grew fat and ran down his cheek bones and disappeared down the sharp edge of his jaw as he chased your laughing body. 

“Crazy,” he mused to himself as the song ended and you finally let him twirl you in by the hand. Silco dipped you, watching your smile widen. He held you there as you examined him through your striking eyelashes. He leaned down slowly, sensually and let his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. You were caught in his trap, lips parted as your eyes locked on his lips.

Further, slower, he leaned down until you could feel his gasps of air on your lips. He parted his lips and tilted his head closing the gap between you-

Silco stood up and twirled you again. The sexy smirk on his lips made you forgive him just a little for being the incredible tease he is. “Bastard,” you cursed him with a wicked smile.

“A thirsty bastard,” he corrected smartly. Taking you by the hand, Silco led you to the bar and gestured dramatically to an empty bar stool.

He poured your favorite and slid it to you before making his own drink. Silco rounded the corner and brought the stool next to you closer to yours. He had just put his glass bck on the counter before you slid into to lap, facing him.

“Sly thing,” Silco chided, hands settling on your ass.

“You love it,” you replied. You pulled the hair tie out of Silco’s hair and watched it settle around his features perfectly. “Pretty boy.”

Silco practically purred at your words. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and placed the other at the back of your neck. “I do love it- love you.”

“I love you too,” Silco repeated, sealing his words with a kiss.

2

“Don’t look at me like that,” Silco muttered, voice raspy with- was it. . . lust? “You know I can’t work with you watching me like that.”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Don’t be coy.”

Silco didn’t look up as you rose from your spot from the couch. You heard his breathing turn shakier as you approached. Chuckling, you pulled the back of his chair until you could grasp Silco by the collar.

He spluttered- an endearingly pathetic noise you’d like to earn from him again- as you tore him from the endless plans, letters, and work sitting on his desk as he prepared for the future of Zaun. Silco didn’t actuallytry to stop you, though, despite his unintelligible grumbling.

You pushed him onto the newly acquired couch. His back hit the cushions and his raven-black hair spread around his head like a halo. Smiled as you committed the imagine of him so off-guard to memory. “You’ve been working so diligently,” you purr, raising on knee to rest between Silco’s hip and the sofa back. “And so hard. . .” You placed your other knee on the sofa and so lightly started grinding on Silco’s boner. “I think you deserve a break.”

Silco was the one watching you through his lashes now. “Is that right?” His heaving chest showed his anticipation despite his usual calm voice.

“Oh yeah,” you reply with a dangerous smile.

3

It was a late night- the crowd at the bar had been rowdy and took a while to herd all the drunkards out, leaving you an exasperated mess. Not to mention the fact that you were dealing with an astounding amount of Enforcers after Jinx had gone and stolen a couple expensive looking watches and necklaces for some reason unknown to you. All in all, you were beat.

After tossing a wad of cash to the other bartender, you bid him goodnight and headed up the stairs.

“I was wondering when you’d be up to see me,” Silco greeted you from his desk. “Come here, my dear.” 

He watches your movements with those sharp eyes of his. You perched yourself on the edge of his desk and let Silco rest his head against your chest. You ran your nails through his hair the way you knew he liked. “We should go get ready for bed,” you murmured, feeling his arms wrap lightly around your waist.

Silco heaved a sigh. “I have work to do.”

It was your turn to sigh as you pushed off the desk. Silco looked up, brow arching, at you. His confusion waned as you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt the man under you shudder as he exhaled, stress slowly easing out of his body as you pressed soft kisses to the oh so fragile skin behind his ear. “You can do your work tomorrow after you get some sleep.”

Clearly your tender embrace had weakened Silco’s resolve because all he did in response to your statment was pull you impossibly closer to him. “I suppose you’re right,” Silco finally muttered into your shoulder.

4

Jinx and Silco were currently in disagreement over who would do Jinx’s hair, when they would be doing it, and the hairstyle Jinx wanted. For an eight year old, the little blue haired girl knew what she wanted. And it was that Sevika stayed as far as humanly possible away from the eight year old.

So that was why Silco had convinced you to go to barber near Benzo’s old shop. Something about ‘not being anle to contain such rage and emotion in such tiny body’ alone.

Truth be told, you weren’t well educated in children handling. Working with Silco and the traitor for most of your life gave you practically no time to interact with people under sixteen. Jinx had taken a liking to you- probably because you were one of the people she saw the most because of your relationship to her adoptive father. (On the certificate, you were also listed as a guardian.) So being able to style the girl’s hair as she liked would be a good skill to add to your already wide-ranging knowledge.

The two of you paid as much attention to the barber as possible. Jinx had selected a simple three strand braid that you got the hang of off the bat. Silco? Not so much, but the effort was there!

When you paid and left, Jinx was so happy with her hair and so convincing that she was given permission to play with the barber’s twin son and daughter. Silco had pressed a handful of coin into Jinx’s hand and told her to be home in two hours.

“You’re going soft,” you mused, jutting your hip into Silco as the two of you left. “It’s endearing.”

Silco recoiled. “I am not. Inconceivable.”

When you scoffed, Silco turned to you with his eyes narrowed. “Something to say, trouble?”

“Nah,” you drawled. “It’s… It’s nice to see this side of you again.”

Your lover wrapped an arm around your waist and led the two of you back home. “I haven’t felt more content in a long time,” he finally admits. Emotion made his voice gravely.

“Yeah.” You continued to walk, falling into silence. 

“I like watching you with her.”

Silco’s glinting eyes are already locked on your gaze when you look up. “Yeah?” You ask, suggesting smile beginning to pull up at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah. It makes me wish I could. . . fuck one into you,” he mutters.

Your eyebrows are higher than your hairline when he speaks. “Sil, you- you know I can’t-“

The dark lust in Silco’s eyes lighten. “That doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like you could carry my children,” he tells you, an edge of an emotion you can’t quite put a finger on.

Silco pushes open the door to The Last Drop and flicks on one of the light switches. He turns to see you sitting on the table of a booth, watching him with an expression so vacant Silco wonders if this conversation is what finally sends you running. “Talk to me.”

Continuing to say nothing, you pat the table next to you. Silco pulls himself up beside you and examines your face carefully. He is apprehensive as you slide into his lap wordlessly and wrap your legs around his waist. You trace the calloused pad of your thumb from the very bottom of Silco’s scar surrounding his eyes. It’s when you near the tip-top of the marred flesh does Silco grasp your wrist.

“Speak to me, my dear,” Silco repeats. “What are you thinking? What do you want me to do?”

Silco lets your wrist go without much resistance. You tangle your fingers through his short hair. “I want,” you begin slowly, hearing his breathing cease entirely. “You to fuck me like you could knock me up.”

It takes Silco several seconds to compute your statement before leaning in to fucking devour your lips.

5

The bar was booming tonight.

Round after round, table after table, drink after drink. In informal terms: you were fucking slammed and the crowd wasn’t thinning out.

It’d been this busy for at least the past three hours and the pain in your feet and legs had been so God awful that you couldn’t wven feel them anymore. And the poor bartenders could barely open their mouths without someone spitting out orders or tossing coins or just pestering them.

You sighed. Nights like these made you really question your love of the damn building. 

An hour later, you could see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel. With an end to the night in your near future, you found yourself walking a little faster: a little more eager to get the people more drunk and gone.

It was another whole hour before you were almost finished with the cleaning. All you had left to do was wipe down the counter and tables, put the chairs up on the table, and mop.

Silco finally slunk down the stairs to see you and the last, most desperate bartender mopping up. He slid into a booth and rested his head on his palm as he watched you.

When the two of you were officially done cleaning, Silco fished out a bag of coins from one of his pockets. “Here, kid,” he said before tossing the pouch at the awed bartender.

“I- Thank you sir,” the girl said gratefully, eyes flickering between you and Silco. You smiled at her tiredly.

“Good night, Mimi,” you told her.

Silco watched Mimi smile brightly at you- the significantly kinder of the couple- and nod excitedly. “Good night, y/n! Thank you again sir, and good night!”

You came to a stop in front of Silco and tugged your apron off. “How are you?”

Silco heaved a sigh. He reached out to you and turned you away from him. Then Silco pulled you down onto his lap. He comically scooched back until his back was against the wall and his and your legs tangled on the rest of the booth. “Better.”

As Silco wrapped his hands around your waist, you felt your back decompress as you leaned against the love of your life. Your eyes fluttered shut, heavy with sleep. “I love sitting on your lap,” you confess.

Silco hums, amused.

“Best seat in the whole damn house,” you say, yawning.

Before Silco realizes it, you’re asleep. He doesn’t want to get up because theres a chance you’ll wake up, but Silco also wants to get his love to bed.

He just rests his head on your shoulder and lets himself have this moment.

no one talks about this enough please

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Sub-top!Silco.

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Topsider Law / Undercity Luffy - One Piece x Arcane Crossover

I tried to post it on a pseudonym on AO3 to distinguish it from my main fics seeing as it's both crossover and a bit too dark (with no comedic relief, even!) to fit my general style but frankly I have no idea if any of my plans even worked out there.

Without further ado, please enjoy this dark, gritty and stinky One Piece x Arcane Oneshot!

Lane Rat

Summary:

Based off on a tweet by @yoononymous! A oneshot! Law has heard rumors of a new drug being developed in the undercity. Wanting to get a cutting edge on his fellow students in the academy, he decides to strike a deal with the undercity's leader, Silco.

The air is so thick down here, it's absolutely disgusting. 

Law feels like he can barely breathe at all. He should have hired somebody to come here in his stead instead of subjecting himself to the filth of the undercity. 

Yet some morbid curiosity had fuelled him. He'd never been here after all, too busy feeling glad that he wasn't part of this retched city underneath the marvelous pristine of Piltover. 

Frankly, part of what had held him back from sending somebody here was that the medical research he came to learn about wasn't strictly... legal. 

Which is to say, the academy might well kick him out if they found out about him messing around with this. 

Rumor had been that there was a new drug available in the Lanes, a drug that would amplify the physical strength of all those who consumed it, oftentimes healing wounds or ailments in the process. 

Not that this drug had a permanent effect, so he'd need to study it carefully. However, if he could find a way to make its effects permanent he might just find a revolutionary way to cure ailments or maybe even just provide increased physical strength to whoever wanted it.

For the right price, of course. Studying medecine did not come cheap, not even when you were from a famous house in Piltover. 

He's come here shrouded in a long, black cloak bearing the mark of his house Trafalgar on the back, but somehow the rats in the Lanes still seem to recognize him as a topsider. Maybe it's the way he walks, the way he doesn't scurry around looking for crumbs like them. The way he has pride and dignity while they are worth no more than the filthy dirt under his boots. 

He's all too aware of the following he's been gathering since his arrival in this disgusting place. More and more shadows have been trailing after him, some barely even trying to conceal the fact that they were following him. His grip on his trusted sword Kikoku tightens. Let them come. He's got no qualms about ridding Runeterra of a few worthless criminals. 

The address that he'd been given seems like a rather lavish den of thieves. "The Last Drop", it proudly states on the sign hanging above the establishment. Law scoffs. What an unimaginative name. Nothing like the noble establishments up top. 

He heads inside, noticing that the shadows trailing after him seem to slink away as he enters the building. So they fear whoever is running this place. Good to know. 

The air inside somehow feels even harder to breathe. He'd put the gas mask on that he bought specifically for this purpose but his informant had told him that the people living in the undercity might not take well to that, especially considering how easily it would make him recognizable as a topsider. Not that they don't already know that, if he goes by the looks they're giving him. 

He ignores them and steps into a hallway besides the bar, unsheating Kikoku and connecting its hilt to a contraption strapped to his back. He makes sure Kikoku is hidden well as he knocks on the door before him at the end of the hallway. He does not wish to antagonize, but he's also not going to head into the lion's den unprepared. 

A grumpy woman with short hair that's bound behind her head in a small ponytail opens the door, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?" 

Law gives her a condescending look. "I am from the house of Trafalgar. I have organized a meeting with your... leader." The disdain in his voice is clear and he takes a sadistic bit of joy from the hatred that he briefly sees flash through her eyes. 

The woman nods. "Fine. Wait here." 

She slams the door shut right in front of his face. Law is astonished. Should he really be treated so poorly?  He knows they are nothing but worthless scoundrels, but he had assumed their manners to be a little more refined nonetheless. Surely they must have any basic idea of how business is successfully done even in this rotten hellhole? 

It takes a few minutes for the door to open again. This time Law finds himself face to face with a terrifying beauty with black and grey hair and a metal mask covering most of her face. 

He refuses to step aside, even if her stature and clothing suggest wealth, dignity and money something he's a little more used to from Piltover. 

"Step aside.", the woman commands. Her voice has a mechanic filter to it, no doubt due to the mask. He'd love to know how it works and what it is good for. The people living here are used to the thick air, so it can't be because of that. 

Just then, he notices a very strange looking floating contraption beside the woman. What it is he has no idea, but his curious mind is immediately piqued. 

"Did you not hear me, worm?" The woman's voice is seething with rage at this point. 

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?", Law immediately puffs out his chest, trying to seem a little more intimidating. 

"Some little topsider boy who got lost and thinks he can make business with the bigshots. That's all I need to know." Her voice is so condescending that Law makes a mental remark to practise his own tones of condescension at home a bit more.

The woman from earlier appears behind the woman with the contraption, signalling to Law. "Come on. It's time for your meeting with the boss." 

Law nods at her and steps aside, letting the rude woman through. "Thanks for stopping by, Renata. I hope you'll find the new design to your liking." The woman addressed as Renata has nearly passed through the hallway as she hears that. She stops in her tracks and doesn't bother turning around as she sneers. "That's Miss Glasc, if you value your life, Sevika." 

To Law's surprise, the woman addressed as Sevika visibly pales slightly. She'd seemed like the sort of tough, phased-by-nothing sort of criminal so judging by her reaction, this Renata Glasc person must be rather important in the undercity. 

Law follows after Sevika into what appears to be a rather small space for the supposed leader of the undercity. Silco, his name, not somebody he should anger by any means, or so his informant had said. 

He'd seen a picture of Silco before so he doesn't show any signs of surprise to see the left eye of the underground leader look so... wrong, for lack of a better word, but his rational mind cannot help but try to analyze what had happened to it. 

Some toxic fumes? An injury to the eye, tried to fix through some technical means? He wonders if he would have been able to restore the eye to its previous state if he had gotten to treat Silco after the wound but shakes himself out of his thoughts when he realizes that he's just been standing there silently for half a minute. 

Silco himself is seated in his large chair, leaned against the back of it. Apparently he's not willing to make the first move, trying to put Law at a disadvantage but two can play that game. Law is all too used to knowing how to navigate the difficult situations in the academy and he doesn't feel particularly intimidated by this thin, seemingly powerless man. Which is sure to be a misconception, judging by the information his informant had provided him with prior to this meeting. 

According to the rumors, Silco had disposed of the previous leader of the undercity of many years violently, taking total control and uniting the undercity once more, taking up far more illegal transactions with Piltover than had previously been the norm. Law isn't sure if all of this information can be trusted, but one thing had been clear - if even a fraction of the rumors were true, he'd do well to remain on friendly terms with the man before him. 

Finally, Silco speaks up, getting up off his chair and moving around it to lean against the front of it. "So you're the youngest son of House Trafalgar." 

"That I am.", Law answers simply. 

Silco looks at him scrutinizingly. "I trust you are aware that this new research we talked about in our communication cannot be given out freely to any untrustworthy individual. The other chembarons would be all too happy to get their hands on it." 

Law's eyes narrow. "Given out freely? The sum we agreed on is rather lofty for you to describe it as "free"." 

"Perhaps.", Silco muses. "But you are a researcher, are you not? Surely you would agree that the value of knowledge cannot be determined through mere monetary means."

"Be that as it may", Law responds in just as much of a haughty tone. "I have yet to know whether this new chemical of yours is of any value to me and my research. I suggest you do not question me and focus on the business part of our agreement." 

"Very well." Silco gets up once more and moves to a cabinet in the side of the room, grabbing a suitcase resting on top of it. He carries it to the desk with ease, unzipping the sides and revealing what is within to Law: many vials of a purple liquid, bubbles inside, rising to the surface. 

"This is what we call Shimmer. The chemical you paid for, the main focus of our deal. It is very new of course, so there hasn't been much testing as of yet." 

Law's eyes shine with greed as he regards the vials. "I see. I look forward to doing some testing myself. Perhaps we could strike an accord. You reduce the price on this chemical and in return I remain in contact with you and provide my test results with you?" 

Silco nods slowly. "Perhaps that would be a wise decision. We do already have one lab scientist working on tests, but it is as they say, the more the merrier." 

He scrutinizes Law once more. "Beware, however. The test subjects tend to get a little... volatile." 

Law nods, thinking of the sound-proof isolation chamber he's set up in his basement. "Fine by me. I can take the necessary precautions." 

The deal is quickly struck, Law exchanging a reduced amount of the previously agreed on price in exchange for the suitcase full of Shimmer. Just as Law thinks that they're already done with everything, a weak whimper can be heard from the door adjacent to the office. He raises his eyebrows curiously, looking at Silco questioningly. 

Silco waves him off. "Don't pay it any mind. That's just one of the people we will take in for testing soon." 

Law's curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have a test subject himself yet and he's eager to get his hands on one. "Mind showing them to me?" 

Silco shrugs. "I don't see why not." He opens the door to the adjacent room.

Apparently the boy on the other side had been leaned against the door because he stumbles and barely catches himself from falling as he enters the room. 

It's a thin, starved looking boy, a little younger than Law, or maybe that's just the effects of starvation displayed on the boy before him. His black hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days if not weeks and his clothes are ragged and dirty. A strange hat made of straw dangles from a rope around his neck, looking entirely out of place in a city as dirty and sunless as this one. 

Law can't help the contemptuous sneer that sneeks onto his lips at just how disgusting the kid before him looks. His contempt gets worse when the kids suddenly flings himself to Law's legs, clinging to it, looking up with wide eyes.

"Please. Help me. Please!"

Law looks at Silco, who shrugs once more. "I supposed we should have gagged him already. Someone..." - He looks at a pistol laying on his office desk as if blaming it for that someone's actions - "Should have taken him to the lab already, but she seems to not be taking her duties too seriously. Please excuse the disturbance." 

"No, no.", Law quickly reassures. "Maybe I could take him with me?" 

"Yes! Please, please, I just want to get back to my friends, they need me, we ran into trouble with one of the other gangs and I don't know if they're okay and-" 

Law intercepts the desperate rambling of the kid by striking him straight across the face. "Silence." 

The boy falls backwards, looking up in absolute horror and distraught, his hopes of being saved by this new stranger now completely shattered. 

Silco smirks at the boy's expression before turning his gaze back to Law. "Why do you want to take him with you?" 

"Well, seeing as I will be exercising some testing of this Shimmer drug, I too will need a test subject. It'll be hard to smuggle a person into Piltover, but going up from the undercity here should work fine, I think." 

"Ah. I see. If he will still be used for his intended use, then I see no problem with it. It's not like anybody will miss him." 

The boy, who's now sat on the ground, hugging his knees, mumbles quietly. "You're wrong. They'll come for me. Zoro and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and all the rest. They won't give up on me." 

Silco scoffs. "Your little band of hooligans? I give them a week before they are crushed by one of the other gangs. They completely lack discipline." 

Silco helps Law in gagging and restraining the resistant boy who tries to fight them but has barely any strength left from how much he appears to have been starved lately. They put him in a sack and Silco administers a sleeping drug to him so he won't cause a scene as Law makes his way back to Piltover. 

As Silco says his farewell to Law at the door, he says: "I look forward to reading of your test results, mister Trafalgar. To a long and happy partnership." 

He reaches out his hand for a handshake which Law prompty accepts. "To a long and happy partnership. Thank you for giving me the test subject free of charge. You're sure that those friends he spoke of won't cause any issue to me?" 

Silco shrugs and smiles in a cruel fashion. "If they do, I'll have my men take care of them. Worry not." 

dare i say silco and vander..

S1E9 TimeTravel AU - Jayce enlists Jinx to blow up the HexGates. Cait and Vi bond over their siblings going crazy. Silco is tired.

Ekko arrives a bit earlier just as Jayce is shooting Viktor in the chest. Jayce gets sent back in time somehow from the combined power of the Z-Drive and the Commune's collective death.

Jayce's consciousness rockets back in time and splices with his younger self just as he's finished 'negotiating' with Silco. Still reeling from his Arcane induced-trauma and killing his partner as well as who knows how many people by proxy, he arrives half feral and about 99.7% convinced he's either hallucinating or in Runeterra's version of Hell.

Jayce, canonically suicidal, Talis comes to the conclusion that he needs to blow up the Hex Gates and that the resulting explosions will either jar him out of his hallucination or finally put him out his misery and let him join Viktor.

Unfortunately, after months spent in isolation in an apocalyptic future, Jayce has gained an unfortunate habit of talking to himself as he figures out problems.

And Silco has been standing there the whole time.

Silco reiterates that he's not going to give up Jinx and Jayce just goes 'I don't give a fuck about her anymore' and attempts to leave.

Silco is absolutely befuddled by Jayce's complete personality change, but refuses to show it. After raising Jinx, he's learned a few methods for bringing people back from the edge. And considering his investment in getting access to the Hex Gates, he is very unwilling to let Jayce just walk away.

Especially when Jayce mentions he's supposed to be dead.

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Silco convinces Jayce he'll need an explosions expert and that he'd never be able to blow up all the Hex Gates by himself. Jayce holds resentment for Jinx blowing up his partner and pseudo-sister's mom but had calmed down enough to realize that if he was in the past, it would be better to be close to Jinx and prevent history from repeating itself.

Cue Silco and Sevika having to wrangle Arcane-ified Jayce and Shimmered Jinx and prevent them both from causing Hexplosions.

Jayce, dis-illusioned with the Council, decides it would be faster to just pull a Viktor and 'not ask for permission' before destroying Hextech. He tells Silco that if he's willing to help destroy the Hex Gates, he'll give him his nation of Zaun -- and pardon Jinx.

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Elsewhere, in Piltover, Viktor has collapsed in the lab and entered a coma. There's a strange pattern on his chest and back. Almost as if he'd been shot with a very powerful energy blast from a very large hammer. But no injury, it was as if it had already been healed.

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When Jinx kidnaps Cait and Vi, Jayce is the one to ask her to spare Cait and let her leave. But also, the one to stop Cait from shooting Jinx.

"Stand down, Sprout."

"What are you doing! She's killed people Jayce."

"So have I. And I need her." Jayce is still suffering hallucinations and time-travel-induced jetlag, so in the tense moment he forget when he is and admits to killing Salo and blowing a hole through Viktor's chest.

Caitlyn is more shocked by the latter, "You-you killed Viktor?" She liked Viktor as a friend, they got along despite their differences. "Why? Why would you do that!"

Jayce, dissociating and in complete sincerity, "Because I needed to save him."

Following that insane response, Jayce slowly walks toward Cait with a pleading look in his eye, "Jinx is going to help me destroy HexTech and then we can save everyone. And then I can focus on curing Viktor!"

Cait looks into Jayce's -her brother's- eyes and understands Vi a little bit more, her desperation to see the good in Jinx.

Caitlyn can see her brother in this stranger's eyes, but he feels miles away. She has no idea how she's going to reach him.

While I know most Vanco/Zaundads enthusiasts are focused on the family dynamic centered around Powder for obvious reasons (alternate timeline w/ Vi dead, we’re not really sure when Vanco reunited in that timeline, Jinx and Silco’s relationship in S1, etc.), I feel like we’re missing out on some solid Father-Daughter antics between Silco and Vi. For example:

- Vi growled at people she didn’t like until she was like 10 because she heard someone call Vander the Hound of the Underground and thought that was the coolest thing ever. Silco threatened to muzzle her if she didn’t stop.

- While Powder loves helping Vander out at The Last Drop, Vi insists on being Silco’s “bodyguard” whenever he had business to deal with, whether it’s with the Chem Barons or Piltover elite. Silco appreciates it but also cannot have every meeting end with a fistfight, please just stand in the corner and look menacing, Violet.

- Silco is the only one who calls her Violet. When she was really little he gave her the nickname Petal, which she loathes once she’s older but also secretly loves.

- He’s also the one she goes to when she wants to hear stories about her parents. Vander will tell her the big stuff, how Connol and Felicity met, when Vi was born, etc., but Silco will tell her about how her mom would sing the raunchiest ballads when she got drunk, how her dad hand-carved her crib when he found out Felicity was pregnant; the sweet little in between moments that made them who they were.

- Vi will keep Silco company when he stays up late working, a warm, solid presence pressed into his side. Vander loves it, because the second Vi starts drifting off, Silco will put down his work and help shuffle her off to bed. It’s the most effective way to keep Silco from burning the midnight oil.

Please feel free to add on, I’m obsessed with the entire Zaundads dynamic and want my girl Vi to get some love, too. ♥️♥️

HOLY MOLY??

Okay let me add my five cents to the Zaunite au, where Viktor didn’t make it to the academy and remained in Zaun.

He was trying to invent on his own, but he desperately needed money for his research. And that’s when Silco appeared…

🎶Our love, is a bubbling fountain... Our love, for eternity

RP chaos pt 3

Sevika opting out in a rp me doing

Fire blazes in the pit. Isha is giggling around the campfire. Running around to grab marshmallows from everyone’s bag. The only bags that have been kept untouched were Jinx’s (Mama!) bag meaning the bag that she took from Ekko (Papa!) and Silco (Granpa!).

Silco picks up and laughing Isha as she stuffed a few marshmallows into her mouth. “Those aren’t from your mama’s bag huh?” Silco says patting Isha’s head.

Isha shakes her head as she tries to finish the marshmallows in her mouth.

“Isha?” Jinx calls out after the kid.

Silco then notices the bag that used to my Jinx’s bag of marshmallows. Now filled to the brim with more. As he looks around the campfire he notices that every bag of marshmallows is less filled than before. Especially Viktor’s bag. It was once filled with marshmallows but is now empty. He was eating Jayce’s marshmallows as pay back for dragging him along to the campfire with everyone.

“Go to your mama.” Silco says as he lets Isha down to run to Jinx who is laying her head on Ekko’s shoulder. She runs away smiling and waving at him. Once she has reached her parents she nestles between them happily munching on marshmallows.

Jinx hold her close into a hug. She lets go slightly to tug Ekko’s arm to wrap more around her. Once Jinx is comfortable with the tightness of his arm around her she goes back to holding Isha close.

Idk if u guys will agree with me but I feel like Silco is simultaneously very straight and very gay but couldn't be further from giving off bisexual vibes. He occupies two opposite ends of the spectrum but avoiding the middle completely.

This art made me finally understand and put into words my obsession with Silco's design.

His face makes him successfully pull off so many different aesthetics. He's supposed to be kind of ugly, with his chipped teeth and weird (but very kissable) lip shape and hooked nose. But he's also beautiful, with his almond-shaped eyes and slim jaw. Older Silco is simultaneously an elegant, refined gentleman, a DILF if you will, but also a shiver-inducing monstrous villain. And that's already an amazing combo.

But then, Season 2 came out and they gave us younger Silco who's a lanky, introverted but slightly slutty revolutionary twink. How many people/characters can you name that fit so many different boxes so seamlessly? I don't know if the character designers had his younger version already in mind when designing him but I believe if his face was even just slightly different, there would be something off with either version of him.

SCREAMING CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Why not both? Why couldn't he be an intelligent, ambitious, rave-attending twink with dreams of freedom? Everyone was young once and I'm sure Silco knew how to have fun. Just look what he's done with The Last Drop 😂

And I'm saying this as a person who was a part of a leftist activist group during my country's authoritarian era. We worked hard but we partied even harder.

I can't lie, I hate when people headcanon young silco as some twink, like, he was practically the same person he is now except gentler and more open. Stop making him some rave-hosting, clubbing twink when he's an intelligent, ambitious young man with dreams of freedom 😞

Hey...psst.

Would you like Arcane characters as sonic fandub quotes in these trying times?

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Sevika:"It would seem that you bitches have come to a standstill in the Under city trenches. You have thirteen seconds before the sewers fucking explodes, you Hot Topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch! You have done nothing but destroy my life, I hope you both die."

Jinx:"Hot Topic?"

Vi:"No! My secret!"

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In her emo era

Vi:"I miss my wife, Jinx. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

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Caitlyn:"Ambessa you're an asshole, woman!"

Ambessa:"You are what you eat Caitlyn."

Caitlyn:"WOAH-"

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Viktor seeing ekko blazing towards him in episode 9

Viktor:"He's faster than Viktor! ......he's faster than Viktor! WHAT!?"

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Jinx:"That's right everybody. It's your favorite girl!"

...

Caitlyn:"GET THE FUCK OUT-"

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Viktor:"Will you pop this piss rock?"

Jayce:"Put the piss stone down right now, you know what hexcore does to your ᵇˡᵉⁿᶦˢ"

Viktor:"I like what it does to my ᵇˡᵉⁿᶦˢ jayce!"

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Jayce:"All around me are familiar Jayce's, worn-out Jayce's, worn-out Ja-a-yce's, bright and-"

teleports to the bad universe

"I’M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!!! OH. MY. GOD."

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Ekko:“Going uuuuuUUUUUUUUUUP!"

proceeds to jump down

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Vi: "I don't think so, Ambessa! You have to do what I say or else you're done for, Amdumb! Ambussy! Amb poopy, poopy butt!"

Ambessa: "You may be the- don't you ever FUCKING call me that ever again, I'LL KILL YOU-"

ambessa laying on the table defeated

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Isha starting a la jinx revolution and getting kidnapped

Jinx:".......something just happened..."