Rescued from captivity, you are a frail, chronically ill girl whose silence hides a sharp mind. In Silco's world of smoke, shimmer, and rebellion, you become an unexpected presence-watched by Silco with the same weight he gives Jinx, tangled in Jinx's chaotic affection, and caught in the tension of Zaun's fight against Piltover. You don't speak often, but when you do, your words shift everything: Silco's plans, Jinx's loyalty, even Zaun's future. As Piltover tightens its grip and the Firelights strike harder, you find yourself no longer just a shadow in the corner-you are Silco's strategist, his ghost child, and a target. In a city that devours the weak, survival is never guaranteed. But sometimes, silence can be the sharpest weapon of all. (Silco x sick!OC/Reader. A slow-burn story of fragility, survival, and trust without words.) Based on Arcane: League of Legends (LoL). ⚠️ Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane, its characters, or the original story plot. This is purely fanfiction work.

Silco Headcanons "Zaun's Eye, the man who rules the undercity with an iron grip-feared, respected, untouchable. But behind closed doors? He is yours. And you are his. Through chaos, blood, and devotion, this is the story of love in a world that takes more than it gives." Hello! this is my Silco x Reader one-shot series-written for Fem!Reader and packed with slow burns, soft moments, trauma recovery, and a whole lot of unspoken feelings. Each part stands on its own-just single-scene snapshots exploring Silco in all his terrifying, tender, silent-loving glory. Think: enemies-to-comfort, quiet care, found safety, and sketchbooks full of things never meant to be seen. I'm just a Silco fan with a brain full of scenarios and a heart full of chaos. This is all for fun-and if you have a scene in mind, drop it my way! Requests are always open, and I'd love to bring your ideas to life. 🖤 Stay sharp. Stay soft (Silco would hate that I said that). No one takes what's his. No one touches what's his. And you? You are his greatest possession.

Vander has fallen. The new head of Zaun is called Silco. Busy with your little hospital full of shimmer addicts you hardly have time to care about politics. At least until an unexpectedly powerful visitor knocks on your door and demands that you resign from your job as a good Samaritan. However, your past has taught you serenity and constancy, much to Silco's displeasure.