#silco fluff

[angelltheninth]

Could you please do a gn! Reader x arcane characters where reader gets drunk at a bar/party and arcane characters take care of them? (Silco, Viktor, jinx, Vander, Caitlin,) :)

Sure, love getting Arcane requests again.

Pairing: Jinx, Caitlyn, Vander, Silco, Viktor x Reader

Tags: fluff, comfort, parties, drinking, cuddles, sweet kisses, headache, teasing, needy!Reader

A/N: I get sleepy so fast after drinking alcohol, maybe I need more tolerance.

Jinx loves a good party, or any excuse to have one. Given her nearly endless energy she can party until morning and she never gets drunk or sick. Well lucky her because you're only human. No Shimmer in your blood.

Good thing that Shimmer also gives her a lot of strength because she had to drag your pretty ass all the way home. Your drunken thank yous are very cute and she will tease you about them in the morning, but for now she will let you sleep this off. She can take a nap next to you but if you get handsy you'll wake up without that hand.

"Down you go sugar. Not that way down, not when you can barely look up at me. How much did you drink anyway? You wanted to match me? You... do realize that amount can kill a normal human right? I love you want to keep up but don't put yourself in danger for my amusement. Seeing you like this is... not fun."

Caitlyn doesn't actually have that much of a tolerance for alcohol, not the hard stuff anyway. Besides she needs to always keep her with about her, even when there's a party going on. It's a habit that she can never let go off, always on alert, never letting her guard down.

This allows her to keep an eye on you, someone who she knows will party pretty hard. You want her to have a good time too so you always try to include her, but as soon as she notices you're going overboard she will pull you aside and up to her bedroom. You stay here for the night, she'll help you sneak out in the morning. In the mean time, maybe some water and something salty would help.

"I can't take my eyes off you can I darling? I never do but especially now. How can I when you're irresistible to me? Yes, even dead drunk, I still find you very cute. Wipe that silly grin of your face will you, before I do it for you. I'm not kissing you while you taste like alcohol!"

Vander has seen many, many people get absolutely wasted in his bar so he knows how to see the signs early. There's no way he's scooping you off the table or the floor while you throw up everywhere, how would that look for him as the owner? It'd get him teased for sure, plus a few laughs ain't worth you getting hurt.

He picks you up in his arms, deciding to pack up for the night, at least for the two of you. Even as you're lowered to the bed you don't let go of his shirt, pulling it off his body until it's on you instead. Now you can sleep, when you have his scent all over you. But in the morning when you wake up you have to fight against a drumming headache as you hear the kids running and laughing through the hallways.

"That's what you get for drinking so much darlin'. I told them to keep it down but you know I can't fully control them. You can sit today out, I'll take care of everything else. Now uh... my shirt please? Why not? I ain't going out there without it. Well maybe we can make a deal hm? A few big kisses for my shirt?"

Silco already has his lackies and his kid to watch out for. So you need to be an adult here, along with... and just a few hours in and you're drunk. Well now he knows where Jinx gets her party encouragement from.

He has to carry you up on his back, all the way to the bed and... you should really let go of him now. There's still people downstairs and he is not letting Sevika be with a drunk Jinx because the last time that happened there was a fire in the bar. But he also doesn't want to leave you... what a dilemma. Will you stay in bed if he gives you a kiss? More then a kiss? Fine, but make it really quick.

"You really need to learn some self-restraint darling. How do you expect to please me when you can't even stand up? Oh I can see you can still use your mouth, but I'm worried you might hurt yourself. How about you lay back and I please you? That should be enough to make you pass out no?"

Viktor doesn't drink a lot, not because he doesn't like it because he doesn't handle it very well most of the time. He needs to be in a really good mood to drink. Most of the time he drinks when he's with you, to loosen up a little and have fun with you.

However he's also the one who ends up patting you on the back when you throw up in the toilet later that night. He told you to slow down, but nope, you had to prove you can drink more then him, which isn't really that hard. You end up cuddling with him all night and mumbling how much you love him and end up telling him he'll make a great husband one day.

"Husband? You're thinking that far into the future my darling? Interesting. I'm guessing you didn't mean to say that right now so I'll be sure to act surprised when you actually ask me to marry you. You want kids too? Any other big secrets? You loving me is no secret."

[itryhardtomakethishouseahome]

Arcane Characters saying I love you Pt2

~ Silco, Sevika, and Vander

A/n sorry this one's a little longer than pt 1, also reblogs are much appreciated✨🫶🏼

word count 1.8k pt 1 here

First time saying i love you pt 2

silco, sevika, vander

Silco~

‘It’s too quiet’ you thought, lounging in Silco's office on the sofa Sevika basically claimed as hers. The silence almost made you nervous mostly because it never was. The atmosphere was always filled with the sound of sevika working on her arm, faint explosions echoing from Jinx's lab, silco’s meetings, jinx yapping about her new inventions or arguing with Sevika, or even fin’s disgusting attempts to flirt with you while you catch Silco and Sevika rolling their eyes over his shoulder. Like clockwork, the tedious silence was broken by Silco barging through the door followed by Sevika. 

“She’s a problem and we all know it!” Sevika seethed. You figured that they were either too angry to notice you or too angry to care. 

Silco brushed his hair back and turned his head to look over his shoulder. “We?” You wanted to intervene but know that given the fact that 1. they’re both stubborn and 2. Sevika’s stature and gaze alone intimidate the hell out of you, it’d be useless but nonetheless you definitely piece together that it’s about jinx. 

“Look,” Sevika took a deep breath,  “I know you have a thing for strays and she means a lot to you but she is not your daughter. There is an entire city that relies on you and you’re doing nothing but making excuses for some unhinged kid. Even if you were her father you should know when to keep her in check instead of letting her be a loose cannon and put everything we’ve worked for in jeopardy. If you aren't going to choose between parenting her or acting like her boss, send her to the enforcers.” With that Sevika walked out slamming the door behind her. You definitely understood her anger and everything she was saying but Silco was trying. Granted he could be trying harder but for the life he’s lived he was doing all he could without being cold towards jinx. He COULD turn her in but everything she’s done she was told to do by him, he COULD abandon her and perfect everything he’s built but he knows what it’s like and he’s grown too attached. He was at a loss and you could see it in the ways his shoulders dropped yet looked so tense. 

Sighing, Silco finally decides to acknowledge your presence. “Tell me my dear,” he said, hunched over his desk, “what do I do?” You stood up and walked over to him, gently ushering him to face you. It hurt you to see him like this, unraveled by his daughter and right hand. You take his face in your hands and he immediately sinks into your touch with glossy eyes. “Tell me how to parent her. Tell me how to be better.” he begs. 

“My heart, you don’t need to be better. You’ve told her countless times to take things more seriously. Her not doing so is entirely on her, not you.” You tried your best to reassure him. “I’d suggest telling her that unless she shapes up she won't be allowed on more serious jobs but knowing her she’d throw a fit and go against you anyways.” Finally Silco cracks a smile and scoffs. 

“That does sound like her, suppose my stubbornness has rubbed off on her.” he says, taking your hands in his and staring deeply and lovingly into your eyes. 

“So be more stern with her, is what you’re implying?” he stated more so than asked, taking you in his arms. “Mhm.” you hummed. 

“I'll give it a try, thank you my dear.” 

“Of course, eventually she’ll listen. She just needs to learn that there are reasons why you tell her not to go all out. You’re a great father, you know.” He swears his heart skipped a beat.

“...I love you…” Silco whispers, holding you tighter. “I love you more.”

Sevika~ 

You and Sevika both work for Silco, you have since the start of his reign, and you both quickly learned how tiring and physically demanding it was. However, some days were worse than others today being a prime example for Sevika at least. You had to take care of some petty thieves in one of Silco’s stash houses that Fin had secretly hired but regardless you got to go home early and are now relaxing in your shared bed. Eventually you dozed off but got woken up by the sound of Sevika opening the bedroom door. 

“Oh hey, sorry doll,” she gently kisses your temple. “Didn’t know you went home early.” she mumbles, taking her shoes off and throwing them across the room. 

“Yeah because I’m lucky” you say with a smirk. Sevika lazily smacks your thigh earning a giggle as she plops next to you sinking her face into the pillow. “Lucky brat is what you are. Why’d you leave early anyway?” 

“I finished my task quickly and was gonna wait for you but Silco said that jinx was with you,” Sevika groans at the name of her tiny nemesis earning a giggle from you. She then turns her head ushering you to go on while she starts caressing your jaw. “And that you’d most likely take a while so he sent me home.” she hummed in response. She didn’t say anything else, continuing to only lay on her stomach with her head turned to you, running her fingers down your jaw then suddenly shutting her eyes and jerking her hand.

“What's wrong? Did you get hurt?” You ask, sitting up immediately inspecting her for injuries noticing how she didn't move at all to calm you down. 

“Nothin my backs just sore…” Sevika groaned. You could tell it was more than just her back, it was her shoulder blades and arm. Sighing, you got up and gently started removing her shirt. 

“Angel I'm too tir-” 

“Get your mind out of the gutter Vika I'm not gonna ravage you I just wanna give you a massage.” She utters a quick ‘oh’ before sliding out of her shirt then resuming her previous position.

“As if you could ever ravage me.” she scoffs. Ignoring her, you grab some lotion from the nightstand and take a seat on her butt. You apply the lotion to your hands before putting some pressure on her lower back deciding you’ll save the problem spots for last. Judging by how tense she is and how she groans you get the idea that she was long overdue for a good massage. 

Once you clear all the knots and tension from her lower and mid back you focus your attention on the spot in between her shoulder blades, gently pushing down then dragging your hands around her shoulders hearing various pops, cracks, groans, and moans coming from her. There really isn’t anything you can do about the pain from the arm she no longer has other than press ginger kisses around the area. As she feels your weight shift from her backside to the bed she turns to face you once more, taking you in her arms and engulfing you in a passionate kiss.

“Y’know I'm gonna marry you one day right angel?” she playfully questions. 

“Only seems fair,” you start, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You already got acting like one.” she smiles, remembering everything you’ve done for her, especially when she lost her arm. You were always right there when she needed you but was too stubborn to ask for help, you were always at her beck and call. 

“Oh please, it's ‘cause you love me… and I love you…so much.”

Vander~

You knew that when you started dating Vander that the kids would have to be in your life too and honestly you loved it. You would always bring them gifts like boxing gloves for Vi, trinkets and tools for Mylo and Powder, and snacks for Claggor. Anytime Vander would tell them not to do something they’d immediately run to you begging you to change his mind and sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t. Today being one of the days it didn’t.

You were relaxing at the empty bar when Vi barged yelling about how something wasn’t fair while Vander trailed her. Vi spotted you and ran to your side.

“Y/n please tell him that we’re ready.” She begged without any context as to what she was talking about. 

“What's happening?” you ask, lost as ever. 

“Apparently the enforcers are turning the lanes upside down looking for us but this is our chance to fight! We need to stand up to them and now’s as good a time as any.” Vi explained. You assumed vander wasn’t having any of it given the fact that 1. the kids’ safety was everything to him and 2. he had an arrangement with the enforcers. 

“There’s too much at risk if we do Violet! You need to stop thinking with these,” Vander says, grabbing her fists. “And start thinking with this!” he then points to her head. “The lanes isn't what it used to be. Yes we all still have the same drive as we did back then, but we’re not in the same shape as we used to be! We lost a lot of good people then and we’d lose even more now.” Violet thinks of her parents which Vander can see in her eyes. “You’ll lose powder, claggor, and Mylo too. We will rise Violet I promise you we will but now is not our time, there's too much at stake.” Vander looks to you for help and so does Vi. You love the kids but this is one thing that Vander would not change his mind about and to be frank you agree with him.

“I'm sorry Vi but he’s right honey” you take her face in your hands trying to get her to see how sincere you are. “A shadow of the lanes would be all that’s left. And I don’t wanna lose you guys.” 

“...fine.” Violet mumbles before running off, leaving you and Vander alone. Vander walks over to you pulling you in for a hug.

“You really care about those kids huh?” He questions. 

“Of course I do, I get that they want to fight but I wish she would see how badly this would end for us. It would end in a fiery blaze with everyone we love slaughtered.” You notice some blue hair peeking out from behind the wall and instantly know who it is. 

“You can come out Powpow, is everything okay?” Vander turns around to face her as she takes a few steps towards you. She looked really sad, her eyes were puffy and she was holding what looked like a stuffed bunny. Vander stares at it thinking it looked familiar then it hit him.

“Look at me Powder,” he kneels in front of her, gently holding her shoulders. “Where did she go?”

“She said she was going to make things right and that she’d be away for a while.” the little girl sniffles. Vander stands up immediately and walks to you.

“I need you to stay here with the kids. I need to go get Violet.” he leans down and kisses you deeply before pulling away to head towards the door.

 “I love you.” 

[kikiiswashere]

Waltzing for Three

Summary: You're impossibly pregnant and uncomfortable. Luckily, Silco and Jinx are there to help you out.

Warnings: None/SFW

WC: 2.7K

SilcoxAFAB!Reader, established relationship, found family fluff

Notes: I have no idea where this came from, but this little drabble wouldn't leave my brain. So, please enjoy some domestic, soft Silco

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It seemed entirely improbable that a human should ever fit into the tiny cloth you held up between your hands. The onesie was freshly laundered, the fabric impossibly soft under your fingers. You smiled, flipping it, and placing it against your swollen belly like a sticker. The pull of your lips broadened, revealing your teeth in a bright grin as your womb’s occupant gently patted their small feet or fists against their future wardrobe. Peeling the onesie away, you folded it and set it on the growing pile that had been started on the coffee table.

Nesting, they called it. A deep, primal urge to ready one’s space for a new baby. You hadn’t completely written off the people and books that had mentioned this phenomenon, but you were very surprised at the insistence and intensity of the inclination as you breached your third trimester. Especially since the pregnancy wasn’t planned, and since you and Silco were cautiously excited and anxious about the little one’s arrival. You figured your nervousness may sway nature’s tendencies; alas, she had a stronger pull than you realized.

A groan rattled through your teeth as you reached for the next article of baby clothing. Despite the happy anticipation with which you waited; your body was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The first trimester was marked with nausea and tender, growing breasts; the second, digestive woes seceded and your bump bloomed proudly before you. You had felt beautiful and divine (and Silco had told you as much). Now, in your third, the glow of pregnancy was wearing off. You couldn’t breathe. You had to pee all the time. Your once confident and saucy gait had been reduced to a gimping waddle – like a fat whump. It hurt to exist; you and the baby fighting for space in your stretched out body.

Silco looked up from his desk at the displeased sound.

His scratching pen paused and he asked, “Are you alright, lovely?”

Internally, you felt your eyes cross. While you appreciated his doting behavior, part of you was sick and tired of being treated like a fragile, delicate thing. As your due date neared, every single utterance you made had Silco checking in. When you cleared your throat in your morning shower, he’d pop his head into the bathroom. When your inhale hitched up as you attempted to take a deeper breath, he looked at you expectantly. Once, you had stifled a wayward burp and he had shot up from his desk, looking at you with wide, waiting eyes.

“I’m eight and a half months pregnant, Silco,” you sighed, folding the onesie you had just plucked from the laundry basket. “I’m tired and it hurts to move. It hurts to be still. My hips and lower back are killing me.”

“Shall I pour a tub for you?”

Sitting back on the red tufted couch, you smiled appreciatively at your partner before lifting your gaze to the large window behind him. While the Undercity was always darker than the surface, you could tell by the light glowing behind its many panes that it was only early evening. If you took your nightly tub now, it wouldn’t be long before you fell asleep. Which would mean the baby would kick you awake in the predawn hours.

“No. Thank you, though. I don’t want to get ready for bed quite yet.”

An understanding hum rolled through the back of his throat. He put his pen down and pushed his chair away from his desk, making to stand. Setting the carefully folded onesie on top of the others, you reached into the basket, pulling out one that made you smile with soft fondness. It was black, with bright scribbles of blue and pink dancing in jagged designs across the fabric. It was an utter relief to you both that Jinx was just as excited about the baby. Given her traumatic past with siblings, you and Silco were initially nervous about sharing the news with her.

However, per usual, she surprised you with her reaction. When you had told her (being very mindful to repeat the fact that you and Silco would not love or cherish her any less), she tittered with excitement and fidgeted more than usual in Silco’s lap as she gazed at you with awe, her big, blue eyes tracking between your face and your (then, still unassuming) belly. Her small hands twitched and flexed, and she bit her lower lip.

“You can touch them,” you had chuckled. “But you won’t feel anything right now. Not yet.”

In a flash, Jinx’s hands were on your abdomen, inspecting.

“Gentle, Jinx,” Silco reminded.

She heeded his instruction, but her attention was fully on your stomach. Her small but dexterous hands padding over you in wonder.

“I’m the big sister,” she whispered, and both you and Silco shared a look over her head. She leaned in closer, lightly pressing her cheek to you. She wrapped her skinny arms around you and said, “I’ll never leave you. Okay? You can count on me.”

Your throat tightened and your eyes welled at her promise. Cursing your raging hormones, you pulled the girl into your chest for a tight hug. Once she was settled, you reach over her and pulled Silco into the embrace with a tug on his tie.

The soft, fuzzy sound of music flowing through Silco’s gramophone pulled you from your memory. Your head swiveled around to see him lift his hand away from the needle. He pivoted the sound horn just so before turning and walking over to you. Reaching out, he gestured for the onesie in your hands. You gave a quizzical look, but handed the garment over. Deftly folding it, he placed it on the pile and then held both hands out to you. Your eyes rolled and a playful scoff tsk’d behind your teeth. Nevertheless, you gripped his offered hands, and using your combined strength, hauled your massive, front-heavy form to its swollen feet.

You groaned as Silco steadied you, your skeleton adjusting and succumbing to the pull of gravity.

“I don’t know how good of a waltz partner I’ll be right now,” you sighed, waddling to the center of the office.

“Never fear, my lovely. I won’t hold it against you.”

Silco slid in behind you, nestling his front to your back. He wrapped his arms around you, but lower than usual. Before you could question it, his hands cupped the underside of your belly . . . and then hoisted up.

Janna’s sweet tits . . . the relief!!

It was immediate and euphoric. Your jaw dropped, head lulling back onto Silco’s shoulder. You were simultaneously melting and floating. The weight of your huge stomach being lifted off the aching and stretched cradle of your hip bones was heavenly. A long, loud, rattling groan tore through your mouth.

Silco chuckled. “Is that so?”

Weakly nodding against him, you matter-of-factly said, “If it wasn’t such a chore to get down and back up again, I get on my knees and blow you right now.”

A deeper laugh rumbled through his chest and he kissed your temple.

“Perhaps I can get a raincheck, then?”

A gooey smile, stupid with reprieve, spread across your face. You turned to look up towards your partner, and he was quick to kiss you. His lips were warm and firm against yours, just like his hands on your belly. Your and Silco’s lips molded seamlessly against one another; top and bottom lips taking turns puzzling against their neighbors. It was lovely, intimate, easeful, and unassuming. Giving him one last, lingering kiss on his scarred lip, your head lulled into the crook of his shoulder and neck. Silco readjusted his hold on your belly, and you both kept swaying to the music softly warbling through the office.

After a few minutes, the babe within you wriggled into a new position, punching, or kicking, across Silco’s wide hands. You felt his hold tighten and his chest swell. The fact that he was so quietly excited made your knees wobbly with adoration.

“They’re a good dancer,” you whispered. “Just like their dad.”

Silco huffed a small laugh and you were thrilled to see the color rise in his cheek out of the corner of your eye.

Before he could administer a witty retort, there were a series of thumps and mutterings above your heads. Then soft, shuffling scratches and mumbled thoughts traveled further through the ceiling. Both of your heads followed the noise, bodies gently turning in time with the sway of your feet, until you were both facing Silco’s desk.

From the rafters, you heard a small voice take a deep breath and whisper, “Okay . . . Three, two . . . one!”

Jinx leapt from her platform and tumbled onto Silco’s desk. Even though this was not a new behavior for the girl, what was new was the way your heart leapt in your throat, and the way you winced at her clumsy landing. A few times, you had read how a parents’ brain (especially the parent that carried the child) changed; how things that never used to bother or scare them suddenly mattered when it came to the safety of their little one.

You had expected it, but you were not looking forward to the ‘worrying’ part of parenthood – especially in a place like Zaun. Especially in the positions you and Silco held. Especially since Jinx did not seem to have any sense of self-preservation.

She dusted her knees off and leapt up. “I finished it!” She proclaimed, flourishing a large piece of white parchment with scribbles all over it.

“Oh? Let’s see then,” you said, awkwardly leading you and Silco toward the desk, making sure he still held up the weight of your bump.

Jinx flopped onto her seat on the desk’s top, kicking her gangly legs over the edge. Adjusting the paper in her hands, she thrust it forward proudly for inspection. Your heart swelled at the sight of it, and it was a weight you were glad to hold within your bosom.

For the past week, Jinx had been designing the baby’s room. What color it would be; where the furniture would go; what art she was going to put on the wall; where the toys would live; where she was going to keep a sleeping bag and pillow in case she and the baby decided to have a slumber party.

Excitedly, loudly, and quickly, Jinx began to take both you and Silco through each detail she had laid out. You listened attentively, still weaving to the music.

“And this is where his toys will be stored . . . over here is his dresser . . . this is his changing table. I’m still trying to figure out how to create a super-sealed-smelly bin in case his diapers are extra stinky . . . “

As beautiful and sweet as it was, your heart couldn’t help but tap a little nervously as Jinx went on about ‘his this’ and ‘he that’. You weren’t sure what the sex of the baby would be – and you, annoyingly, felt like you never got a good, motherly sense of it. Somedays you were certain it was a boy; then a few days later, it felt like it could be a girl; then you wouldn’t be sure at all. Regardless, you both had tried over the last several months to temper Jinx’s insistence that she would be having a brother. But she wouldn’t hear it.

“I don’t want another sister!” she would cry, stomping her feet.

Of course, you and Silco would be happy with either, or whoever the baby turned out to be. But you were quietly hoping that Jinx would get the brother she was expecting.

As she continued explaining the sorting system of the dresser, a knock came at the office door. All three of you paused, Jinx’s face falling into an aggravated expression at being interrupted. Silco guided you both to turn toward the door.

“Come in.”

At this time of day, it could be only one person; and, indeed, Sevika let herself into the office. She froze at the sight before her. It wasn’t new per say – this domestic scene – but it clearly wasn’t one she was getting used to. She huffed and closed the door behind her.

“We have an issue,” she said, stepping forward.

Again, you felt the pads of Silco’s fingers press more firmly against your bump. Whether he was conscious of the way his arms stiffened to pull you closer, you weren’t sure. It made your heart melt regardless.

“An issue that you cannot sort on your own?” he asked. You could hear by his tone that he was sneering at her. As your due date grew nearer, Silco had made an effort to delegate as many tasks as he could so he could be close.

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Sevika replied, barely keeping her temper in check. “Marcus is on his way. About that Councilor’s kid OD-ing on Shimmer.”

A gruff sigh passed through Silco’s lips. He rolled his eyes and said, “Very well. Go get the VIP booth in the mezzanine ready. I’ll be there shortly.”

Since you had become pregnant, Silco no longer took meetings in his office. It didn’t quite make sense, since it was not a secret that you two were expecting. But it seemed to bring him some modicum of peace, so you hadn’t questioned it.

“Good night, Sevika,” you called as she turned to leave.

She nodded and half-heartedly waved a hand in your direction before leaving and closing the door. Silco let out a gentler, more forlorn sigh once she was gone.

“I’m sorry, my lovelies,” he said, addressing you, Jinx, and the baby, you realized, as his hands gently caressed your bump. “Duty calls, unfortunately.”

“No!” Jinx cried. “I wasn’t done showing you his room!”

She brandished the blue print at him, her blue eyes going big and watery.

“I know, child,” he cooed, leaning his head toward her. “I would love to see and hear the rest if I am finished before your bedtime. If not tonight, tomorrow over breakfast. Agreeable?”

Jinx’s shoulders and lower lip slumped forward, but she nodded.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Silco whispered against your temple before planting a kiss there. Your daughter was already laying on the guilt pretty thick, so you restrained your reaction and merely nodded in understanding.

“Ready?” he asked, indicating his hold on you.

Something between a whine and groan pealed out of your throat at the thought of being saddled with the weight of your giant belly again. You began to nod, but Jinx jumped off the desk with renewed excitement.

“Let me! Let me! I can do it!”

She jockeyed in next to Silco, awkwardly wrapping her arms around you.

Your partner’s soft chuckle vibrated through your chest, and he said, “Come stand over here, Jinx . . .”

You stood dutifully still as Silco patiently guided Jinx into the correct stance, placing her arms and hands appropriately and instructing her to widen her feet to accommodate her shorter height.

“Ready? I’m going to let go. Don’t drop them.”

“I won’t! I won’t! I can do it!”

You felt Silco’s hands and arms recede, transferring the weight of you and the babe to Jinx. A small laugh escaped you as you felt the small girl behind you squeak and brace herself. To her credit, she did manage to keep your womb off your hips.

“Oh my gosh! Why is he so heavy?” Jinx exclaimed.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Jinx,” Silco applauded as he rounded you both.

He brought a hand up to your face and held it against your cheek, looking you in the eye earnestly.

“I am sorry.”

You leaned into his hand and shrugged, as you and Jinx began to sway to the music again.

“You can make it up to me later,” you said coquettishly.

That sliver of a smile that was reserved only for you (and now Jinx. And soon, baby) cut across Silco’s lips. He leaned forward and kissed you.

“Good luck,” you said as he broke away. “Give Marcus my best.”

Silco rolled his eyes, ocean and fire flicking up to the ceiling. He reluctantly took his hand from your cheek and strode for the office door.

“Give him hell!” Jinx grunted from behind you.

You laughed, patting her hands with yours. Silco did not respond, but you saw his shoulders quake with amusement as the door closed behind him.

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[silcoitus]

New Associations

Rating: Mature

Silco x f!reader, fluff, domestic fluff, modern au,

Beta readers: none, we die like Silco's dignity

I had commissioned the below beautiful piece of art by @blissfulip based on this hilarious tiktok. That naturally turned into this fic. I don't feel confident in my period romance writing skills, so I instead set it in modern times.

Word count: 1.9k

You take Silco to a secluded log cabin in the woods for a romantic weekend getaway. He has no choice but to humor you with a silly little request.

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A/N: Just something silly that naturally turned a little angsty and then a bit fluffy. (And if it eventually turns smutty in a future part two, who knows. No promises. But you know how I get sometimes. I get bit by the smut bug.) Thanks again @blissfulip for the beautiful art! (I might need to make this my phone wallpaper lolol)

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[ughthisisntright]

Scandalous | Silco x Reader

Summary: Written for a prompt from @saviourofzaun

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, p in v sex, general awfulness.

Word Count: 1,127

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[linesfromzaun]

Palms (Silco x Gen!Reader)

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, INNOCENT HAND COMPARING (u nasties 😤), cuddling, Smoking Silco, playing with Silco’s hands :’0)

A/N: I overworked myself today at work and needed some Silco fluff. Shout out to @purpurniymstitel for her post here, I haven’t stopped thinking about this because I need him spiritually, carnally, and physically, I am depraved 😔💔

“Darling, I’ve noticed something quite interesting,” Silco exhales the cigar smoke as he talks. You both are relaxing on the red sofa in his office, he sits upright, slightly reclined. You’re draped across his lap, looking up into the decorated rafters.

“And what’s that, hm?” You give an amused smile to match the tone of your voice. Silco holds his free hand up, fingers pointing to the ceiling.

“Place your hand against mine.” You feel a schoolgirl blush creep across your cheeks. You’ve known Silco for a while now, yet you’ve only recently become an item. You place your palm against his, and he lines his fingers up with yours. “I’ve noticed your hands are alarmingly small.”

“Alarmingly? What, like a bad thing?” You giggle as he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Not a bad thing, however I think it would be rather difficult to live with such small hands. How do you wield a dagger?” You huff in feigned annoyance and lace your fingers around his.

“Same as you, have you ever thought about the fact that you might just have really large hands? Your hands are double the size of mine.” You pull the hand that hold yours closer, and begin moving around his fingers lightly.

“Perhaps you just have very tiny hands. It seems to me my hands would be normal size for a man my height.” You give a sarcastic “mhm” and his laughter rumbles in his chest. You continue playing with his hand. Seeing how far they naturally spread out, placing his fingers in different positions. You try to sneak what it would look like if Silco gave the bird and his fingers stiffen. “Are you seriously trying to get me to flip someone off?”

“Just yourself.” You laugh at his blank expression and kiss his knuckles. He holds your fingers in the palm of his hand, swiping his thumb across the little knuckles. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” His thumb caresses your skin once more. His lips lifting into a gentle smile.

“I should buy you a ring, your hands are very adorable.” Oh, he made you melt. He always had the sweetest things to say about you in the safety of privacy. “I’m thinking gold, a little blue or red gem. Simple, but with a statement.”

“Already trying to claim me as yours, I see.” Silco chuckles and his lips press against the skin of your fingers.

“Can’t have anyone getting ideas about you, now can I?” You laugh as he snubs out his cigar in the ash tray, and his now freed arm pulls you into him.

“I suppose not, oh how you woo me, Eye of Zaun.” A kiss on your lips has you humming, the taste of spiced tobacco has you dizzy in love.

“It’s a natural talent, something I pride myself in. Especially since I have you to call mine.” You’re pulled to rest against his chest, and he joins you in lying down on the couch. You both sigh as he pulls the blanket over you both. His hand previously holding yours cards in your hair, the other rubs soothingly along your back.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, just block out the world. Have it just be us and Jinx.” A chaste kiss is pressed to your temple and his nose rests against your skin, feeling his breath breeze against you.

“Me too, my dove, me too.”

[roxnpens]

My dearest Roxy,

I request 2 and 13 for Silco pretty please. The details are up to you! Thank you 💜

Dear Kels, thank you for your request <3 I enjoyed writing it a lot.

It also made me think about Silco: Would he be melancholic about his partner? Would be able to trust or love again after his trust was so viciously broken? I think “yes” - because it shows how he treats Jinx and how much he cares for her… so why wouldn’t he trust someone who’s been there for him all the time - from when it happened with Vander?

A walk in the Clouds

TW: [Silco x fem!Reader], [Established relationship], [Melancholic Silco], [Mention of Pain], [Comforting], [Soft Silco]

Tumblr prompt for @ilikemymendarkandfictional :)

Synopsis:

For a long time it as been just you and Silco. You and him against the world. But the ‘Eye of Zaun’ is not always as ruthless and dangerous as he wants everybody to believe - he has a soft side… especially with you…

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The Lanes were overcast by shadows and clouds, a thunderstorm beginningto draw near from Piltover’s coast. But you were safe from it. Safe inside the Last Drop, on the lap of your longtime lover.

Silcos mismatched eyes are on you, drinking in the sight that you make: straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, his hands on your hip - kneading small circles into them. Lovingly you stare into his eyes… you’ve been there for him so long, he couldn't imagine his life without you anymore. Especially now… when his medication was due… when he needs to be injected with shimmer… when his pain is almost unbearable. But both of you always take your time when his medication is due.

You always calm him down first, let your hands roam his body, massage his scalp, kiss him all over his face, kiss his scarred lips with an unfathomable softness - that it almost breaks his heart every time. It’s incomprehensible for him how you could love a monster, a lusus naturae like him. He loves it - your little ritual. He loves the intimacy between you and him, how he can let loose of the world, of his problems, of his pain…

“Why did you choose me?”, you suddenly ask, your gaze never waivers its love. Silco had his good eye closed - so just a questioning huff left his lips.

“Why did you choose me, all those years ago?”, you extend the question.

He opens his good eye and now the hot and icy gaze is on you.

“Because it’s you, it's always been you.”, he whispers, every syllable contains his whole heart.

His lips softly press against yours and a tender silence falls over the two of you, occasionally interrupted by the wet sounds of your meeting lips. It's the wonderful stillness between you two that he so passionately indulges in.

After a few more moments you break this kiss which Silco comments with a groan. You grab the injector from behind you.

“Silco… it’s time.”, you say softly, an understanding smile on your lips.

Silco exhales heavily. “I know… I know…”

You put a hand on his cheek and carefully overstretch his neck. You place the injector over his eye.

“Ready?”

“Ready…”

With a snap the needle rushes down, penetrates the eye and pumps the purple fluid into his eye.

It hurts…

It always hurts…

But today… today it burns… it burns like the day Vander cut his face and the polluted waters disfigured his face… the day he came to you for the first time…

Silco clutches at your hips with a force that could break bones, his head first snaps back and then forwards toward your shoulder. You knew he was in a lot of pain before he groaned the first time. One of your hands immediately cradles the back of his head and the other finds its way to his back and strokes it soothingly.

The next minute Silco groans, breathes heavily and keeps holding himself on your body, while the waves of pain roll over his body.

You caress him throughout the pain the whole time, never leave his side. You softly rub the tense out of his back and shoulders. Massaged his scalp - your nails scratching his scalp with just the right pressure. When he relaxes a little - you kiss his head and whenever possible his lips.

After a while he relaxes slowly and his head keeps being buried in your neck. You notice that his pain episode ended by how he started drawing circles on your waist again. Yet he doesn’t look up to you, like he always does afterwards and you start to worry.

“Silco…?”,you ask carefully, “Is something else wrong?”

"Nothing's wrong, my eye. I just…”, he finally looks up to you - directly into your eyes. You could see a tear gathering in his seafoam eye.

“… I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

His words are so full of love - it almost makes your heart burst. You have been together for such a long time - he let you know that he loves you from time to time, always bought you what you wanted and let everyone pay dearly, if they did you wrong. But this gaze of uttermost true love in his eyes was the ultimate love confession in all these years.

He continues. “You’ve been there for me from the beginning. From the day Vander betrayed me - over the day I avenged my dream by killing this snake…until now…” He gently strokes your cheek and you lean into his touch. Outside a thunder growls in the sky.

“Thank you, my eye… thank you for being my most trusted friend… for being the love of my life…”

He leans forward and takes your lips by storm - just as it begins to rain outside…

[flower-of-zaun]

POLY SILCO AND SEVIKA HC PT.2

You become an official part of their relationship…

find my art and writing on Twitter: @ flower_of_zaun

Gender neutral!reader

Domestic fluff + NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

After many drunk nights of hooks ups between you, Silco and Sevika, you become a permanent part of their relationship

You are shocked to see how much these two care about each other.

They’ve been together for a long time, they liked to keep it out of the public eye. They are the most powerful people in Zaun, they don’t want to put each other in more danger.

For awhile it was that way with you.

Silco was the first one to be more open with his affections.

He started by holding your hand in public, then taking you on lavish dinner dates, and finally kissing you in public settings.

Sevika acted like she was just on her usual guard duty, but you could tell it pained her not to join you two.

In private you and Silco would spoil her, giving her your undivided attention.

Soon she started joining the both of you with public displays of affection.

She loved to have a few drinks at The Last Drop, then come and dance with you.

Silco would watch from the balcony, he adored the way you would grind against each other.

Sometimes people would see all three of you on the balcony, exchanging quick kisses and sharing the occasional cigar.

All three of you are a sight to behold when going out on dates. Dressed in the finest clothes Zaun and Piltover have to offer.

The nights spent at home are the ones you love the most.

Sevika is a fantastic cook, a hidden talent of hers. She makes a large spread of all of you.

Silco enjoys take out most nights though.

You like to join Silco in his study, keeping him company when getting work done. Rubbing his shoulders to get him to relax

Sevika is usually tinkering with her arm, or resting on the couch, watching a film. Happy to be off her feet.

She loves to cuddle with you, or have you sit on her lap.

They join you in whatever you’re working on, asking you questions about your hobbies and projects.

When all of you finally have down time, it’s spent on the couch, attempting to watch a movie. It ends up with all 3 of you being exhausted and falling asleep early.

Silco wakes up first, nudging Sevika awake before carrying you off to bed.

Mornings are quiet, you wake up with Silco to help him medicate his eye. You still flinch when seeing the needle jab into his eye.

Sevika does too, she rather you do it. “Better you than me. That shit still wigs me out.”

You help Sevika refil her shimmer storage in her arm while you get ready.

You try and take care of the two of them the best you can.

Despite being spoiled, you like to make their lives easier.

They truly value you. You are an important part of their relationship. Silco doesn’t forget to remind you of that. Sevika shows you how much she care’s through touch. A long hug or a gentle kiss.

People love to talk, the rumor mill is rife with people speaking down about you. You are called a distraction or a gold digger. The first time you cried over this, Sevika wiped your tears away.

She threatened to break the jaw of whoever said such vile things about you.

Silco was livid, but he told you not to worry. You were none of those things, people are jealous you are loved by not just one powerful person, but two.

The sex before was rough and intense. Fueled by alcohol and lust. You would be fucked into the early hours of the morning.

Now it’s much more calm. All of you focusing on each other.

It’s amazing to watch Silco and Sevika make love to each other, it’s passionate and fiery, almost a power struggle.

What Silco loves the most, having you both bent over, thrusting in and out of Sevika, then plunging deep inside you.

Solo time is wonderful, Silco is stuck at The Last Drop a lot, so Sevika takes care of you when she can.

She’s the master of toys, she has a dildo for every day of the week and for whoever you’re craving that day.

She likes to lay back and enjoy a smoke, watching you ride her strap.

Sometimes she likes to break out the double ended dildo and have some fun with you.

The head from Sevika is amazing, and she loves getting it too. Her weakness is sucking on her clit, it’ll make her melt.

The rare occasion when Silco finally has some alone time with you is wonderful and worth the wait. The master of foreplay.

Handjobs are his game, his fingers are always between your legs, trying to push you over the edge.

The man is OBSESSED with watching you grind against his thigh.

When he’s done making you beg, he’s now going to take his time fucking you.

The dirty talk is out of this world, he will make you cum from his words alone, the man does not shut the fuck up.

He wants to cum in you as much as possible. He wants Sevika to see how he pleases you.

He likes to wait till Sevika is around most of the time, getting you worked up and handing you off.

He’ll watch you two fuck for hours, still talking dirty to you from across the room.

[the-fo0l]

„Your beauty never ever scared me”

Silco x gn! reader

Notes: i love him sm but he's kinda hard to write for. some would say this is way out of character for him but idc, he's a simp for his s/o.

Summary: you reassure silco when he's feeling insecure

Warnings: fluff, pretty short, kissing, not yandere for once, highkey lowkey sub silco vibes, he's down bad for you

Silco was sulking again, though you couldn't be surprised.

He'd just gotten back from a meeting with the Chem-Barons which turned out to be even more frustrating than usual, and of course, the first thing he sees once he steps into the Last Drop is some young hot ruffian hitting on you at the bar. On any other night he would leave the poor soul with broken bones and/or scarred skin but his day had already been tiring enough.

Soon after Silco retreated to his office you finished your drink and not-so-politely told the guy to fuck off before going upstairs to check on your boyfriend.

When you enter his office you see him was sitting at his desk, face burried in shimmer reports, with one hand casually (but intentionally) covering the scarred side of his face. He had noticed you come in but didn't greet you like he usually would. In fact, he was ignoring your presence completely.

You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was being. Without much hesitation you stride over to his side of the desk, moved some paperwork off to the side and sat on the desk facing him.

Silco tried to keep writing as if you weren't even there but you plucked the pen from his hand, making him finally look at you.

"What's got you pouting like that, hm?", you ask knowingly, tilting your head to the side a bit. After a moment of silence he finally finds his words.

"You...deserve better than me" he responds sheepishly, he couldn't even hold your gaze for long, either out of embarrassment or insecurity.

This earned him a light sigh from you, you turn your gaze away from him and take a moment to look out the window behind his chair. After a second you pull the red lipstick from your pocket and the pocket mirror from his desk drawer.

Silco watched you with a confused expression as you carefully applied the bright color onto your lips, simultaneously feeling his heart sutter slightly at how good you looked. You didn't even spare him a glance, to focused on the task at hand.

Once you're done with putting on the lipstick you set down the things you were holding and finally turn your gaze back down onto him. Silco can feel his breath hitch slightly at the way you look right now, as if the lipstick wasn't enough, the sly yet adoring look on your gorgeous face and the mishevious glint in your eyes makes him feel completely and utterly weak under you.

You gently grab his chin, running your thumb across his jawline for a moment before leaning in closer. At this, Silco instinctively begins to lean into your touch and close his eyes, expecting a kiss on the lips.

Instead, you begin to press kiss after kiss to the scarred side of his face.

His forehead, cheek, eyebrow, corner of his eye- nothing is left without a vivid red kiss print. You make sure to give extra attention to the most prominent scars and the cluster of them by his vermillion eye. All the while Silco's eyes remain cracked open slightly, at least until you press the last kiss onto his lips, this one being far more drawn out than the others.

It truly feels as if your lips are melting into one another. Silco tightly grasps at your shirt, not allowing you to move away, and in response, you gently cup his head with both hands.

With every passing second he can feel his worries wash away, the only thoughts that remain being of you. This gesture of your love you've given him has his chest feeling warm and throat aching with the bitter fact that this moment can't last forever.

Ignoring the rather desperate way Silco chases after your lips, you pull away a little to look at your work.

Half of you lover's face is littered with kiss prints of varying opacity, there's red speared across his lips and a devoted look in his eyes that's reserved for only you. He also takes a moment to study you, his gaze flicks from one of your eyes to the other, making sure to take in every detail on of your gorgeous face.

"There is no better than you, Silco", you break the intimate silence with a whisper, "you're mine alone, I don't need anyone else, okay?" you somewhat teasingly coo at him.

"..Okay", he says with a smile steadily creeping onto his face before wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you back down into another kiss.

((no work got done that night))

[angelltheninth]

Flirting Above the Paygrade

Pairing: CEO!Silco x Barista!Reader

Tags: fluff, coffee shop au, flirting at work, suggestive cause of innuendos, crushes, age-gap, surprise visits, asked on a date

Word count: 0.8k

Flufftober Day 2: Coffee Shop

A/N: Next flufftober prompt is here! I had this idea almost as soon as someone asked for Silco for this.

There he was again, that older man with the big coat and his slicked back hair and the scar on his face. He's been coming here for over a month now, without ordering anything and sitting in the corner, reading something that he brought with him.

Reports maybe? From the looks of him, the things he wore, the coat, the tie, the rings, the shoes, he was a very rich man. One that shouldn't have much interest in this quaint and plain little coffee shop. And yet he was in here every day, at the same time in the afternoon and left at the same time, always looking at you on the way out, smiling at you. Most places would kick out people who don't order anything but you understood that some people just needed a quiet place to think. So you let him stay, and maybe someday he would make an order.

You were going about your day as usual, him in his usual spot again when he suddenly stood up and walked up to the counter. Odd he usually never leaves this early, "Could I get two coffees? One should be the sweetest thing you have on the menu, and the other the strongest." His voice was not quite as deep as you imagined. Not that you imagined it a lot! Only a few times, purely out of curiosity.

"Um... is there another person joining you, sir?" There was an uncomfortable bubbling feeling in your chest which didn't make sense at all. You didn't know this man at all, this was the first time you spoke to him. For all you knew he could be married. God, why did you have to make it weird, "I didn't mean to pry, I just-"

He held up his hand and you instantly closed your mouth. A deep blush dusted your cheeks when you saw the way he smirked at you, "My daughter is joining me later today. She's attending collage on the nearby campus and we won't to get to spend as much time together these days."

"Oh. I see." He was a dad... but there wasn't a ring on his wedding finger...

"I'm single in case you're wondering." That came out of his mouth in such a natural seductive tone that you almost spilled the coffee over the counter. Was he flirting?

"I... can I have your name? T-To write on the cups! The coffee cups!" It was better when he was sitting in the corner, at least then you wouldn't embarrass yourself in front of him. He didn't seem to mind, in fact judging by his smile he really enjoyed it.

"Silco. With a C not a K. It's a common mistake people make. And for my daughter you can put Jinx." Silco with a C. Silco with a... C.

You stared at him, perplexed how you didn't put two and two together before. "Silco, the CEO of Shimmer Productions? The pharmaceutical company?" He gives you a grin and and nod. Well now you're even more confused, why would he be here of all places? Surely there are many more, much more high-end places for him to go to? But it would be rude to tell him that, wouldn't it? He might feel like you want him gone and that's the last thing you want. "Thank you for coming here so often."

"It's much cozier then my office, plus much better company." Oh yes, he was flirting for sure, "Did I overstep? You always look at me when I'm here, I assumed you wanted to... talk more."

"No! I mean yes! I'm sorry, I'm being weird. Uhm... here's your order, sir." For a moment you thought you saw his eye shimmer when you called him that. It must have been your imagination.

"Thank you. Would it be too forward of me to ask you when your shift ends? You've been very hospitable to me and I reward kindness."

"W-What kind of reward?" God you hated the direction your mind just went to, you were still at work!

His mirk almost reached his scar, "I was thinking something to drink but it seems to me like you have other things in mind." Caught red handed. "We can negotiate, I'm very good with that."

"I... yeah, okay, I get off at 8." Or much, much sooner if he keeps looking at you like that. Silco seemed to have been aware too, his fingers pressing against yours as he took the cups from you, "Enjoy your drink, sir."

"I'm sure I will. Do you want the tip?" Fuck. He really did know what he was doing. "Naughty little thing aren't you?" He chuckled and payed, giving you a very generous tip indeed. After that he returned to his table, completely unfazed while you really, really wished there was someone to cover your shift so you could take a break in the bathroom.

[findmeinthelake]

Golden Mirror

Silco X Reader fic <3 (gender neutral)

Rating: G

TW: Injury/slight gore Contains mostly fluff/tension <3

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. 

It was supposed to be safe.

It was supposed to be secure.

But no.

Of course it went like this.

No one like you is allowed nice things.

Not for a minute.

You screamed, clawing at the mercenary that was sent to kill you.

It’s okay. This was expected. That’s what he said.

You knew the risks.

The cold blade slashed at your face, cutting deep and cutting fast. It burned, tingling as whatever substance was on the knife sunk into your skin. 

You thought you screamed before, but this was a new type of pain. A searing sensation that ran across your cheek, using your veins to spread the awful concoction across your body.

And the screams grew louder.

Were they yours? Or were they from the mercenary? 

A buzzing sound clouded your head, black filling your eyes as the blue dots danced around. 

Is dying supposed to hurt? Or is it oddly comforting like he says?

This was more confusing than comforting.

Everything begins to spin, around and around, jumbling your brain. The screams fade into shouts, and the searing pain is masked with a strange soreness.

Your hands hurt.

— — ( • ) — — 

“Wake up.”

You groggily opened your eyes, the green hue of the room too bright. It was weird. How did you get here?

He walks over. 

What’s his name?

Silco. How could you forget?

“You took a nasty beating.” He murmurs, waving the doctor, whom you barely remember, out of the room. “Hit your pretty little head.” He smirked.

You groaned, rubbing at your temple. 

“I thought I was-”

“Dead?” He hummed, looking over his shoulder at you. “Mm. Strange, isn’t it?” Silco paused, grabbing his syringe and injecting shimmer into his scarred pupil. “It feels out of body- like you are floating.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, your vision coming back to you.

Ah, yes. You were at work.

At home.

Silco walked over, tilting your chin up. “Singed isn’t the best doctor, but he is a genius.” He spoke, examining your face. He roughly handled it, his hands a comforting soft compared to your calloused face. 

“How bad is it?” You ask, wanting to see a mirror. Everything felt normal, so, it must’ve been numbed. 

He pulled the gold mirror from his desk. It was the one he stared at so many times while applying his makeup to conceal his horrible scarring. 

You looked. 

It was a gash from the side of your head to your nose, an ugly mark on your face. 

“I’m no stranger to facial scars.” He spoke, his demeanor growing softer than you’d ever seen it. Usually he was a stone cold man. “I’m biased, of course, but you don’t look bad.”

“You don’t look bad” Of course it was a half assed compliment.

With a nod, you accepted it. You knew the risks.

He traced his fingers along the mended wound. “I did the stitches.” He smiled, admiring his own work. “Singed handled the whole, well, chemistry.”

“Thank you.” You muttered, feeling the bumpy stitches. 

Why was he more talkative today?

He stared at you, a blank expression on his face. 

“Just remember to put ointment on it.” He muttered, walking away, pinching the bridge of his nose and scolding himself.

You slid off the couch, looking after him before he left the room.

Strange.

[hauerhoetime]

Keep it. Forever.

Silco x reader

Summary: the reader falls asleep on Silco's office couch and fluffy shit happens

Silco stomped into his office with a drink in his hand. He had a rough day and he just wanted a cigar. As he walked across the room to his desk he gently put his drink down on his desk before pulling off his jacket. He took a moment to stand still and sigh. That's when he heard it. There was a sound coming from the couch behind him to his left. He spun on his heels as he held his breath though he didn't hold it long because when he saw who was laying on the couch he felt instant relief. It was Y/n, his number one shimmer runner, and though he won't admit it, the person that makes life worth it. 

Y/n was asleep on the red couch. It was an odd sight to see because they usually try to take up as much space as possible. Y/n isn't tall by any means, they are actually quite small, but on a normal day they wear large boots and stand as tall as possible. On this couch in their sleep however they were curled up on one cushion and they looked so small. 

Silco stood in place for a while as he just watched them. He finally moved when he grabbed his jacket and began the short walk over to the sleeping person on the couch. He stopped for yet another short moment before laying his jacket over them and tucking them in a little bit. Silco stood back for a moment to admire them one more time before he walked back to his desk and finally took a seat. 

---later that night---

Silco had finally finished his work for the evening and he had places to be other than his office. He looked back to Y/n on the couch and sat for a moment debating a few options in his head. He could wake them up and tell them to leave, maybe even walk them home or he could let them sleep and leave a letter for them when they wake up. As much as he would love to walk them home, he knew that they struggle with sleeping and wanted to let them have as much sleep as he could. Letter it was. 

Silco quickly scribbled down a note and pulled out the extra key to his office before leaving them on the other half of the couch. He quietly whispered "sleep as long as you need" before he walked out of his office with no jacket over his shoulders and locked the door behind him.

---later Y/n waking up---

You wake up with the scent of cologne surrounding you and for a split second you just stay in the wonderful scent and warmth. After that split second had passed however you remembered that you had no idea where you were located or what this smell is coming from. You shot up and looked around the room and within seconds your panic faded. Silco's office. You looked at your  lap and found the source of the cologne. Silco's jacket. You sat for a moment taking in the space. That's when you saw a piece of paper with your name and a key on the same couch you sat on. You quickly scrambled to grab the paper and key and quickly began to read the letter.

Y/n- 

I finished my work in the office for the night and I have to go elsewhere. Stay as long as you need. When you leave, lock the door behind you. Wear the jacket on your way home. It's cold tonight. 

-Silco

It was a simple and quick letter and yet your heart was still racing. He trusted you to stay. He trusted you to have a key. He let you take his jacket. 

After you take a moment to (probably) overthink every word in this letter you finally stood and got off the couch. You slipped your arms through the sleeves of Silco's jacket that was slightly too big and shoved the letter in the pocket. You turned the key over and over in your hand for a moment before walking to the door and placing it in the lock and opening the door. 

It was strange looking through the door into the dark lifeless hall. It was never really rowdy but at the very least you could hear some noise during the day and early night but now it's only silence. You turn around and locked the door as fast as you could because honestly this silence was unnerving and you wanted out. You heard the click of the lock and then in one motion shoved the key in your pocket and spun back around. 

You basically ran into the street to get out of the weirdly calm building and was immediately hit with noise and chaos. You slowed down almost as quickly as you sped up and began the walk home. You hadn't even made it three buildings away before hearing a familiar voice.

"I was just coming back to check on you." Silco's voice was coming from my right. You quickly turned to face him.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep in your office. I was just waiting for you to come back to give you a report but I-" you quickly start to spew apologies to him before he cuts you off.

"I'm not upset, I'm actually glad you were able to sleep. I know you have issues with that" He walked up next to you. "May I walk you home?"

You stood in shocked silence for a moment before responding "Yeah if you would like to but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"Y/n, I was the one who offered." His tone was flat but he had a small smile tugging at his lips. 

"sorry" your voice came out small and quiet. You hated how small you sounded right now but deep down you knew Silco wouldn't mention it. Silco began slowly walking in the direction of your apartment and you had to run a few steps to catch back up. It took a block or two of silence before you finally realized he had never been to your house and yet he was basically leading you home. "Silco how do you know where I live?"

"You are one of my best employees. I have had moments where I was concerned for your safety." Silco shrugged calmly. Even though you have seen him lie through his teeth several times you have a feeling that he's telling the truth.

You began to laugh and as time went on you kept laughing louder and more out of control. Silco began to look at you like you had absolutely lost your mind. "Sometimes I forget I'm literally one of the biggest drug smugglers in the city." and with those words Silco actually cracked a smile. His smile is a rare sight to see and you always appreciate it whenever you see it. 

"You do well Y/n. I'm glad to have you on my side. I'll tell you that." Silco spoke calmly, still with a slight smile on his face.

"Silco I could never work for anyone but you. No one would treat me as well. Not only that, I just like being around."

"You like being around?"

"Well yeah- I like being around-"

Silco waited a moment to see if you would elaborate  before asking "Why do you like being around?"

You let a moment of silence pass before responding in a whisper "I like being around you." After you said that you kept your eyes on the ground as the two of you walked. You didn't want to see the look on his face after you just told him you liked being around him specifically.

As you were overthinking and stressing out about what you had just said, Silco's voice cut through the silence. "I like being around you as well." His voice was louder and more confident than yours but his physical actions mirrored your own. 

The rest of the walk was comfortably silent. The two of you walked close to one another as you kept your hands in the pockets of Silco's jacket. You kept looking at Silco out of the corner of your eye and you took your time to take him in. you find yourself in awe of him. He walks with so much confidence through the streets of his city. The walk felt short in the presence of Silco and once the front steps of your apartment came into view you felt sad. 

You climbed the first step and turned back to face Silco only to find him really close behind you. "I- I just wanted to thank you for walking me home." Your voice came out small and shaky once again.

"Of course I don't like knowing you walk home alone." His voice came out quiet as well but it didn't make him seem small like your voice did. 

"I make it home alright"

"I know but I don't want to wait for the day you don't" he ended his sentence by gently tucking your hair behind your ear. "I always want you safe."

"My job makes that pretty difficult" you cracked a smile while still speaking quietly.

"I know but at least then you have other employees with you. It makes me feel better."

A beat passed before you spoke again. "I should give you back your jacket huh?"

"Keep it till tomorrow. It'll keep you safe on the walk to work." He said as he pulled his jacket a little tighter over your shoulders. You let yourself be pulled forward by him. He has never been this touchy and you will gladly accept any touch he gives you. 

"What about the key?" You begin to drop your hand to the pocket you had previously dumped it in only to be stopped by Silco's hand. 

"Keep it. Forever." He spoke quietly as he held your hand and looked you in the eyes. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to overstep."

"Please." he whispered back to you. You only nodded in response to his quiet plea. You stood silently face to face with your hands gently holding one another. Silco was the first to speak as he said "Have a wonderful night Y/n. Sleep as well as you can." He then leaned in and kissed your cheek gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Silco thank you again" you whisper back to him before he turns to begin his walk home. You stay still and watch him take a few more steps before he stops and looks back at you. 

"Go on and get inside." His lips turn up ever so slightly. At his words your eyes went wide and you turned to run up the last few steps before opening the door to the building. You turned back one last time to see Silco still watching you. His slight smile turned into a real smile and to that and you smiled back. After you were done with your last little glance you went inside and finally began to climb the stairs.

[kikiiswashere]

Wink

Summary: You're bored. Time to rile up Silco.

Warnings: None/SFW

WC: ~870

Notes: While I was stuck in airports yesterday, I had a thought. This is what I did about it.

Other Notes: Silco x GN!Reader, established relationship, fluff

You were bored.

B-O-R-E-D. Bored.

And when you got bored, you got bratty.

Was it immature?

Definitely.

Was it fun?

100%

Would you regret it?

Gods, you hoped so.

And so, you sat up from your reclined position on the office couch and turned your body toward the large mahogany desk. The man seated at said desk did not give any indication he noticed you, regarding the paperwork in front of him.

You gave it a beat, waiting to see if Silco would look up after he sensed your gaze on him. He didn’t. His eyes continued to scour the information under his nose, his pen occasionally making harsh scratches against the parchment.

Dramatically, you perched your elbows on your knees and let your head fall into your hands with a heavy sigh. You continued to stare at him. His gaze remained lowered, as if he didn’t hear you.

However, the staccato drumming of fingers against the chair arm suggested otherwise.

You giddily bit your lower lip. Okay, what would be next? What could you do next? You swayed your body side to side, thinking, the springs of the couch squeaking beneath your movement. You were so distracted by the options coursing through your mind, that you nearly missed Silco setting his pen down, finally drawing his eyes up to your fidgeting form.

You looked at him. He looked back, his expression one of patient exasperation. Slowly, expectantly, he blinked at you –

That was it.

A huge smile split your face in half, and Silco’s good eyebrow quirked up slightly.

“Did you just wink at me?” you asked, your cheeks pinching with mirth.

A flash of confusion cut across Silco’s face before returning to something unamused.

“No.”

“I think you did,” you giggled, standing up and beginning over to the desk. “I think you’re flirting with me.”

You saucily cocked a hip to one side and put a hand there before exclaiming, “You did it again! You winked at me again! My, my Mr. Eye of Zaun,” you made a show of fanning your face with your other hand as you walked around the desk.

Silco continued to look at you with thinly veiled irritation. His good eye was starting to water from making an effort to not blink again, lest you continue with this nonsense.

“My dear,” he drawled, “I only have one set of eyelids.”

You set your backside against the edge of the desk and used the tip of your boot to slowly swivel Silco’s chair away from the cubby for his legs. Purposely dropping your voice to a husky timbre, you said, “Uh-huh. Sure. I think you’re trying to flirt with me. Winking isn’t as subtle as you might expect.”

Silco sat back in his chair, looking up at you. His teal eye blinked again and you held back a snort. He frowned. He was never certain whether to indulge in these scenarios you created, or ignore them. He batted around the options in his head before deciding.

“If that’s the case,” Silco began, crossing his legs, “then I wink at everybody.”

You gasped, a hand flying up to your neck to clutch pearls that weren’t there.

“You slut! And here I thought what we had was special,” you sniffed. “But instead, you’ve been giving winky-bedroom-eyes to all of Zaun.”

Silco did his damnedst to suppress the smirk that was tickling the corners of his mouth. “How did you think I’ve gotten as far as I have? How I built this enterprise?”

“Why, with your can-do attitude and tenacity,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and haughtily lifting your chin into the air. “I never took you for a winking floozy.”

Silco shrugged. “I did what I had to do.”

You pouted your lower lip, “Just promise me, Silco, that you won’t wink at anyone else this day forward. That you’ll only wink at me.”

Silco rolled his eyes, the lids of his teal eye flickering with the motion.

“Yes! Just like that! Only for me. No one else.”

“I really must get back to work, my Lovely.”

You sighed and pushed off the desk.

“Fine,” you grumbled, walking around the desk.

Stepping over to the hidden door that leads up to the apartment you shared, one more idea snags you. Grinning wolfishly, you depressed the door handle and turn back to Silco. He had already spun back to his desk, mis-matched eyes skirting the papers in front of him.

“Hey Sil.”

It’s his turn to sigh. After a moment he looked over and locked eyes with you. He blinked and you nearly lose it. Pulling yourself together, you straighten your spine as you prepare for your final act of annoyance. Hand still firmly on the door, you turned your face fully to him and a wide, goofy, open-mouthed smile pulled over your face. Slowly tilting your head in his direction, you squeezed your left eye shut, eye brow exaggeratedly crumpling over it. You feel your left cheek ball up with the over-the-top wink.

It has the desired effect.

You shriek in delight and scramble into the apartment as Silco snarled and lurched out of his seat after you.

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Kintsugi

Rating: Mature

Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, angst, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort,

Word count: 6.1k

Beta readers: @spoczkot @deny-the-issue

I was absolutely inspired by this beautiful Silco fanart by @spoczkot. Kintsugi—repairing broken pottery with gold—is such an incredible concept that I couldn't help but think of when I saw the shiny gold ink used for this art. Naturally, it made me think of Silco and his scars. That spiraled into this one-shot.

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A storm in the Undercity has you remembering one from your past. Silco, fresh from Vander's betrayal, has to learn how to cope with his new face and broken revolution. You're there to comfort him and get him back on his feet.

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[ughthisisntright]

New Perspective | Silco x Reader

Summary: Silco assists you with understanding things better.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, edging, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, general sexual torture.

Word Count: 1,102

“Does it make sense now?”

Silco’s deep, melodious voice tore through the silence. Her heart leapt into her throat. The blindfold she wore shrouded her world in endless black, and she could tell he was behind her. Behind her… Her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn’t move. She didn’t quite understand, yet.

All day, the teasing, the merciless edging. He’d finally caught up to her. Was it… some kind of lesson? No, she hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t gotten angry. So what was this all for?

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[an-empty-wallet]

• I shall join the world of people with TaSte •

: It’s honestly the Daddy Issues talking but hey- I see Ya’ll there 👁👄👁

Silco AU of sorts- juuusttt something I do when I get bored.

Cheers to chapter 1 🥂

Cheers to chapter 2 🥂

Cheers to chapter 3 🥂

Don’t Die | SILCO STORY

Chapter Three: I Didn’t Know You Have a Wife

"Jinx, it's early in the morning." Silco sighed as he facepalmed.

"Shouldn't you be glad?" Aurelian pried as she snuggled the little child in her arms.

"Glad?" He repeated. Silco looked at the cuddling pair in front of him and can't help but feel a little jealous.

"Young kids should be full of energy. Don't you think so Jinx?" While Silco felt jealous of the sight,  Aurelia felt loved. And the fact that this little ball of energy attached to her pretty quickly, amused her. As Jinx nodded in agreement with her wide sheepish smile, Aurelia pinched both of her checks and started playing with it.

"You. Are. So. Cute~" She exclaimed and gave Jinx a quick peck on the nose.

Yes. Silco was so very jealous.

"Alia will join us for breakfast, right?" Jinxed asked as she shot Silco her puppy dog eyes.

"Jinx, you will have a lot of time to spend with her- but she is still recovering and she will not get out of this bed until she does. She can't go downstairs." The man explained- right after he looked away from his daughter's begging eyes of course.

"Sir, I am perfectly capable of standing. I can go down the stairs just fine." Aurelia persuaded and tried getting up despite the pain that has been building in her leg.

If I'm going to work- i'm going to work till I die. Not just laze around this bed.

"Just-" Silco sighed, "Fine. You can have breakfast with her here, Jinx." He said through gritted teeth as he looked away once more.

"You're dad is quite grumpy this early in the morning." Aurelia whispered - but of course it was loud enough for Silco to hear. As he was about to reprimand her, Jinx chuckled and 'whispered' back. "He's not a morning person."

———

Aurelia was fed up by staying in the room she was given. She didn't like lazing around and decided to make herself useful by looking for Jinx. She got herself off bed, out the door, and downstairs.

Downstairs… With a bleeding big woman just right by the door.

Aurelia stared at it. Her.

She was loosing a lot of blood, her arm looked like it has been sliced, and she was on her knees. Aurelia acted quick. She grabbed the hems of her clothes and ripped it.

As soon as she knelt down to wrap the cloth on the big woman’s arm, within a blink of an eye, a sword was just an inch away from her throat. Aurelia just sighed and closed her eyes.

“You can kill me if you want to, but i suggest you don’t during the time I’m treating you.” Aurelia didn’t mind the blade right below her chin, she simply continued bandaging the big woman in front of her.

She didn’t think she would collapse though-

———

Silco, Jinx, and Aurelia stood in front of the end of the bed that Sevika is laying in. Little parts of the white cloth turned red; stained by the blood still oozing out of her.

“Is she dead?” Jinx asked in a whisper, still clinging onto Aurelia. “No, she’s not.” Aurelia turned to Jinx and answered positively, with a smile. Then switched her eyes to Silco who was observing Sevika. As soon as her eyes landed on the man, he too followed suit- “I hope not-“ She whispered.

Silco sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “She was losing a lot of blood earlier.” Aurelia whispered again but this time, she tilted her mouth closer to his ear. “Did she tell you where she came from?“ Silco whispered back and looked at Aurelia who only shook her head.

A grunt came from Sevika’s mouth and everyone in the room snapped their heads to her direction.

As soon she saw the three, right in front of her, she squinted her eyes; followed by a brow raise. And then there was silence in the room for a minute.

“Boss…? I didn’t know you have a wife-“ She croaked out.

Silco was taken aback. Aurelia chocked on air. And Jinx had a bright smile.

“I suppose you should explain yourself first, Sevika.” Silco said.

Silco specifically remembered that Sevika didn’t have anything life threatening to do today, yet she is at the edge of life’s blade. He is also not a believer of coincidences.

Before Sevika could explain herself, Aurelia motioned to Silco that she’d take Jinx out. The man was secretly grateful but only gave her a silent nod of approval.

———

“Boss?” Aurelia cooed as she entered a room which she recently learned belongs to Silco. Specifically speaking, his office.

“Boss? You didn’t call me boss.” Silco inquired as Aurelia walked in.

“I heard Sevika call you as such. And since i work for you, then boss. No?”

Silco shook his head. He didn’t like the word boss coming out of Aurelia’s mouth. In addition to that, Sevika only calls him boss when there are strangers. She must’ve thought it was necessary to use such titles because she didn’t know Aurelia at the moment. But Silco being Silco, explanations are not his thing.

He didn’t realize he has been giving off some feisty vibes until Aurelia cut his thoughts off.

“Alright, noted. No “boss” then.” She said.

With a sigh, Silco asked what her what her business was for coming to his office. And Aurelia proudly gave an entire rundown about how Jinx’s day went. Silco was amused of course. He had been busy trying to hunt down the person who fought with Sevika for the past 4 hours. He knows how strong she is, she can’t be beaten out so easily. Therefore pulling the curiosity out of him.

“If it helps, Sevika’s blade lacked the handle.” Aurelia said.

He turned to her, brow raised, and tilted his head.

“I’ve recently learned, from Jinx that Zaunites tend to keep something from the people they’ve defeated as a trophy. Of course, I’m not certain if the person who beat her up took the handle but it’s a start.” Aurelia shrugged and slowly stood up.

Because of Silco’s silence, Aurelia believed that she had stepped a line that she shouldn’t have and decided to leave.

Silco thought about it for a second.

“You have a point…” He muttered and squinted his eyes at the number of pitures he pulled out of one of the drawers.

Aurelia was taken aback. Is EVERYONE in the undercity in that pile? Am I in that pile?

She didn’t realize she was gawking at the man until he looked at her.

“Uhm- sorry…” She whispered, took a look at the pictures and left. Saying, “Have a pleasant evening, Sir.” As she closed the door shut.

Note: I forgot to change the chapter title 😭