𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚

where good girls go to die (silco)

in which reader is a corrupt enforcer with a history. kinda angsty but enjoy!!!!

𓆩𓆩🧷𓆪𓆪
Forget about the future,
forget about the past
My heart beats so,
my hands are cold, oh
God make this moment last
     
     

You waited by the riverbank as you did every night for months. You knew this wasn't right but despite your best efforts, he reeled you in somehow.

So there you were, burning away a cigarette, waiting for Silco.

Only moments later, you saw his silhuette emerge from the smog of the undercity. Zaun, as he called it.

"Hello my darling" he greeted you, leaning with his back against the railing.

Feeling too generous, you passed him a cigarette.

"The captain knows about your uprising. He's sending every enforcer out there to fight. It will be a massacre."

Silco looked into the distance, his beautiful sea foam eyes unfocused. He took a drag of his cigarette.

"Wouldn't be fun without the risk, would it now, sugarplum?" he joked lightheartedly.

You did not take it so well.

"Silco, it's a serious matter" you scolded him, discarding the butt of your cigarette.

He looked at you, eyebrows drawn together. Was he... silently apologising?

"I know, sorry."

A long silence settled between you two. Having nothing better to do, you produced another cigarette and lit it. Nothing could be heard except your breathing and the sounds of the river.

You inhaled then exhaled over and over again. The silence has become too loud, almost maddening. You wanted him to say something, anything that would give you a reason not to fight tomorrow, a reason not to kill him on that bridge.

"You can't be there" you announced finally "I can't fight against you."

Silco looked at you, something unknown shining in those brilliant eyes of his.

"I could ask of you the same. Don't go."

Despite the seriousness of the situation Silco held out his little finger to you. He raised a brow expectantly. You sighed and wrapped your finger around his.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And you thought that would stop you. Or him, for that matter.

𓆩𓆩🧷𓆪𓆪

Step into this picture,
release all your light
I think God has gone mad
here tonight
 
 

 

You had kept your promise, best you could. You roamed the streets of the Undercity and heard fragments of gossip. Dead. Injured. Missing.

Only months later could you confirm your greatest fear. Silco was dead. The bastard couldn't listen to you. Of course he had to throw himself right in the middle of the battle. There was no word from him.

Or so it seemed.

After Vander's death, his precious Zaun was free for grabbing, and it seemed a new kingpin emerged from all those scurrying rats. A shadow of your past you never thought you'd face again.