#silco one shot

[silcoitus]

Stay Quiet

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Silco x f!reader, smut, established "relationship", pinv sex, rough sex, public sex, wall sex, dom/sub vibes, reader doesn't say a single word the entire time,

Word count: 1.7k

Beta reader: @juniper-sunny

Read on AO3

A/N: No explanation for this one. Just got real down bad for that man and needed a fic where he's got his hand over reader's mouth.

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[constantfragmentation]

TWO MASKS

Okay kids. Here it is.

Regency Silco One-shot request by @popoisatan

TWO MASKS on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Silco/Reader Silco/You

Regency Silco AU

You are the daughter of a wealthy councilman. A bookworm and blue-stocking that isn't interested in marrying or interacting with the dull and pretentious people in Piltover society. Your father unable to marry you in the past two seasons, decides to throw a masquerade ball, looking for a husband for his only child.

The problem is, she meets a shadowy figure from the Underground and everything changes.

Here is a quick snippet:

A low chuckle emanated from the shadows and forced a little yelp from your throat as you lost your balance and gripped the stone to keep from falling over the edge. The moon's rays outlined a man leaning against the corner of the balcony.

He looked like the devil himself, draped in black from head to toe. Beneath the mask, one of his eyes glowed, and you wondered if he wasn't a demon sent to punish you for defying your father.

Pushing yourself back, forgetting about the dance card sticking out of the plant, the ribbons swaying in the breeze, you found your footing once more.

"Declare yourself, sir," your voice attempting some self-preservation.

The man smirked, striking a match to light a cigar. The embers flamed until he drew in the smoke, letting it billow in the hazy light. Long, slender fingers elegantly twirled the tobacco as your eyes followed the glowing tip until it raised to his mouth again.

Straightening your shoulders, your chin jutted in authority. You might not be the lady of the house, but it was still yours, and this man was a guest intruding on your privacy.

"I must ask you to leave, sir."

"Why? I was here first," he replied. "You leave."

The arrogance! You gestured him to the french doors.

"I came out here for some privacy if you don't mind."

"Ah, so did I," he remarked, a smile threatening to emerge. "And, I do mind."

[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.”

[kikiiswashere]

Hi! If you’re taking requests could I please request a oneshot for sleepy mornings with Silco? Thank you!

You bet! I hope you enjoy!!

Between Lightning and Thunder

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader

Summary: Rainy season shuts down Zaun. You and Silco try to take advantage of the lazy mornings.

Warnings: SFW, None (technically one lil' mention of naughtiness, but its brief)

WC: 2.2K

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It wasn’t often that the Undercity was ground to a halt because of weather. When the atmosphere was already thick with toxic fumes things like precipitation and temperature didn’t often sway people from living their lives.

But this was . . . not typical.

Summer had suddenly concluded and the rainy season fell upon Zaun and Piltover in buckets and waves. Small hurricanes kept battering against the cities’ shorelines; the Pilt swelled up so high that the smallest wave crests licked the underside of the bridges; the streets of the lowest districts in Piltover transformed into babbling brooks and the deepest parts of the Sump filled with the onslaught of rain water.

The Storm of Our Time they were calling it . . .

A dramatic name for a dramatic time. But it wasn’t all bad . . . not as far as you were concerned.

The rain steadily beating against the bedroom window once again pulled you sweetly from sleep. It had been your wakeup call for the past three weeks since the first of the storms rolled in. The sound comforted you, though not nearly as much as the feeling of the warm chest under your cheek.

This was the reason you couldn’t be bothered to be too upset by the bombardment of inclement weather.

The basement of The Last Drop flooded in the first couple days of the rainy season. Then the streets outside did, prompting Silco to close the bar and have sandbags stacked around the establishment’s perimeter. All employees were sent out. Whether they went home, to a brothel, or to a drug den, Silco didn’t care. He just didn’t want them underfoot if there was nothing for them to do.

Singed’s lab flooded at the end of the first week. The damage was immense. Shimmer samples and shipments diluted beyond saving; other personal projects of Singed’s were ruined and washed away. The usually unflappable scientist was beside himself, and it had been the only time he demanded Silco to get out of his lab.

With no one to do business for or with, Silco’s tasks soon dried up. Which meant no need for late nights (all-nighters, really) or accidentally falling asleep in his desk chair or on his office couch. He actually came to bed. Which meant you actually got to wake up with him.

Your head slowly rose up and down to the tempo of Silco’s sleepy breathing. The soft percussive beat of his heart thumping against your cheek made your lips pull into a gooey smile. The arm you had slung over his torso flexed and you snuggled closer to his side. Like a wandering vine, your leg and ankle coiled further around his. Sharing a bed was so rare now, waking up before he did was even rarer, and you planned to enjoy every moment.

Rainy season could last for another three months for all you cared. The water could flood all the way up to your living quarters above The Drop, and even then you weren’t sure if it would bother you.

Silco shifted under your hold, a sleepy grumble rattling at the base of his throat. The arm he had wrapped around your waist slid up until his hand could curl around your shoulder and pulled you closer. Your smile widened enough to let your teeth graze against his sleepshirt and you made your own pleased, dreamy sound, nuzzling closer.

Lazily, you tilted your head to peer up at him through your lashes. His sea-green eye was closed, the ember-orange one was hidden behind the soft-shell eyepatch he wore for sleep . . . when he remembered it. His jet hair was a soft, tousled mess atop his head. Having no meetings, not venturing out of The Drop, meant Silco hadn’t felt a need to pomade his coif into its usual slicked back style. Absent of product, his hair was fluffy, waving and kinking like it had when you were both young revolutionaries. You hadn’t really realized how much you missed it until he let it dry naturally after the first shower he took once The Drop was closed down to wait out the storms.

Jinx was obsessed with it.

She touched it, ran her fingers through it any chance she could. When he read to her before bed, she had taken to sitting higher up in the crook of his arm so she could easily twirl the soft strands absent mindedly around her small fingers. You could hardly blame her. His hair was very soft, the twists and turns of his waves sliding satisfyingly around interested fingers.

It took a great amount of will power to not stretch your hand up and tangle it in Silco’s bedhead now. It was so very tempting. The only thing that stopped you was the lax, peaceful expression that sleep offered your partner. The long lines of his face were softened by rest, wrinkles less deep. Even the scarring on the left side seemed less severe at rest, despite not being covered up. It was so very rare for him to look so . . . peaceful. Even if he was pleased when awake, Silco’s face was always a little tight, perpetually set in expressions that commanded and set others on edge.

Much like the natural state of his hair, the softness of his face was familiar to you, too. Warmth bloomed inside of your chest. You wondered if he could feel it against his abdomen.

Gods, you adored him.

“Go back to sleep.”

The tired mumble broke you from your reverie. You blinked and went to lift your head. The movement was quickly thwarted by Silco placing a firm hand against your skull, holding your head to his chest.

“Sleep,” he repeated.

You snickered and muscled your way out of his grip, sliding up his chest into the crook of his neck. Your nose slotted into that delicious spot where Silco’s jaw hinged behind his ear and you took a deep breath in. He smelled sweet and deep; like sleep, Shimmer, and smoke.

“It’s morning,” you murmured into his neck before sucking a drowsy, open-mouthed kiss against his jugular.

He hummed and nestled his jaw against the crown of your head. “It’s still raining. There’s no need to get up right now.” Silco tilted his head enough to kiss your hairline, “Go back to sleep.”

“Hmph,” you huffed. “Says the man who won’t get a regular night’s rest even if I ask him.” You kissed the same spot, sucking a little harder this time. Silco gave a hissy grunt and his legs gently squirmed in the grip you had on him.

“Lovely, I’m here now,” he insisted. You didn’t need to look at him to know there was a small smile curling the corners of his mouth. “I know you don’t think it crosses my mind, but I do realize we don’t have the opportunity for many moments like this anymore. So, please, let’s just rest. Let me just have you here.”

You slid your body the rest of the way up so you could stare down at him. Silco’s good eye was open, the other remained covered. His expression was soft, much like the hand that was slowly grazing up and down your spine. Finally surrendering to the urge, your free hand carded over the longer locks on top of his head before sliding down to softly scratch through the shorter strands of his undercut. Silco’s eye fluttered shut and he groaned appreciatively, his head lulling and pressing into your hand.

You smirked. If Vander had been the Hound, Silco was the Feline. Not that you’d ever actually say such a thing out loud.

Your fingers wound to the back of Silco’s head and you dipped your head down to plant a kiss on his mouth. His lips had slightly parted during your ministrations, and your upper lip easily took up residence in the juncture. Silco groaned again – sounding much more like a purr now that your lips muffled his noises – and his left hand slid up to weave his fingers in your sleep-mussed hair while his right continued to run up and down your spine.

The kiss was deep, but not hungry nor heated. Lips slowly rolled together, tongue tips occasionally glancing over each other. A kiss for the sake of kissing with no other goal in mind. In so many ways so much more intimate and personal than Silco burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

Not that you minded that. Maybe later today . . . if you could busy Jinx with some menial task.

For now, this was perfect. You placed a final, firm peck against Silco’s scarred mouth before pulling away. Before he could grumble about your absence, you ran your nails through his hair again. Just like before, he hummed and his head followed your hand.

“I hope you know,” you said, “that I don’t say those things to nag you. I just worry. And I miss you. I miss this, too.”

The sea-green eye opened again, looking at you meaningfully. Silco firmed his palm against the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss.

“I know,” he whispered as your lips parted.

You softly smiled and moved your fingers from the back of his head to sweep down the grooves on the left side of his face. Your thumb swept along the apple of his sharp cheekbone as you leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth, where his scars met his upper lip.

“I love you,” you cooed, settling back down against Silco’s chest.

“I love you, too, my Lovely,” Silco replied, wriggling his body deeper into the bed and adjusting the hold he had on you. Your limbs were now so knotted together you weren’t entirely sure where you stopped and Silco began.

You loved it.

Silco’s chest puffed and a long yawn blew from his mouth. “Now let’s rest. We’ll get up when Jinx comes looking for us.”

Neither one of you fell fully back asleep. Silco’s fingers lazily swept up and down your back and arms, his blunt nails leaving tingly trails on your skin. Your hands gently massaged and rubbed loose circles across his chest and back. You both listened to the rain patter and pound against the bedroom window. Occasionally, thunder would rumble and lightening would crack. Inconsistent but easy conversations about nothing were mumbled between the two of you.

It had never rained so hard, but you were reminded of moments early in your relationship. Lazy mornings spent together, tangled on a cot, tucked underneath a ragged blanket, thoroughly wrapped up in each other. In the starts of the revolution, before Vander’s betrayal, when things were simpler, lighter. Although, it hadn’t seemed like it at the time.

Hindsight was 20/20, you supposed.

Never the matter. You had it again now. Except now your bed was spacious and the blankets were warm.

You hadn’t bothered to look at the time when you first woke, so you weren’t sure how long you and Silco simply laid there holding each other before the ‘morning’ insisted on starting.

The morning for the last three weeks, since the start of the torrential rainy season, had come in the form of a wriggly, blue-haired gremlin. Jinx either barreled into the bedroom or crept in. There was no in-between. Today you and Silco were bum-rushed by a small, blue cannon-ball.

Jinx hurled herself onto the bed, stuffed bunny tucked under her arm. Her loose hair was a tangled rat’s nest of clips and hair ties.

“MOR-NING!” she sang. “Up! Up! Time to get up!”

Jinx crawled over to Silco and lifted the eyepatch off his ember eye. “Siiiiilllcooooooo!”

You snorted into Silco’s chest

“We’ve talked about this, child,” Silco huffed. “Knock and wait to be invited in.”

“I’ve been up for hooourrsss!” Jinx exclaimed, flopping onto the pillow next to Silco’s head. As you anticipated, her hands wove their way into his hair. “I’m bored. Let’s get up and do things already.”

“Jinx,” you called from your spot on Silco’s chest, “do you know how to figure out the distance of lightning strikes?”

The girl peered down at you, eyes wide and fingers dancing through Silco’s hair. She shook her head.

“You count the number of seconds between a flash of lightning and the sound of thunder that follows it, and then divide that number by five.”

Jinx’s lips made a perfect ‘o’ and she shuffled to prop herself against the bed’s headboard, fingers never leaving Silco’s crown. Her gaze fixed to the bedroom window and she – you all – waited. Eventually, lightning flashed behind the glass and Jinx began counting under her breath.

“One Shimmer shipment, Two Shimmer shipments . . .”

Thunder clashed when she reached ten. Both your and Silco’s eyes tilted up to her, waiting. Jinx’s brow furrowed and her lips pursed in thought.

“Two! The lightning is two miles away!”

“Very good,” Silco said.

“Nice math, pumpkin,” you yawned.

Jinx beamed under the praise and watched the window again.

Before long, all three of you were softly counting the space between lightning and thunder together.

“One Shimmer shipment, two Shimmer shipments, three Shimmer shipments . . . “

Yes. The storms could keep rolling in as far as you were concerned.

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Notes: Thank you for reading! Be sure to brush your teeth after that fluff! If you enjoyed, please comment and reblog :)

And, yes, my asks are open <3 Take care you beautiful people!

[ace-of-zaun]

Silco requests now open!

send me a line of dialogue and i’ll try to write a silco x reader drabble with it 

for example:

“I have loved you since the day I met you.”

“You did all of this? For me?”

“What possessed you to do such a thing?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”

or just general ideas if you can’t think of a line!

-elsie x

[sivyera]

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

ft. vi, jinx, ekko, silco, caitlyn, vander, sevika, cassandra, viktor, jayce

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Rosyln - Bon Iver

photos are not mine

Jinx - Anna and Kristoff

You as Kristoff - Jinx as Anna Jinx is very hyperactive as Anna. She is also very funny and can fall in love easily. Jinx wants everything good for you and she will make you little surprise. She will make sure she's never out off line and that she give you all her time. Your relationship is like roller coaster. Once you are high which is unicorns and rainbows, but there is a fall and that comes when she needs your help. With her conditions like panic attacks, schizophrenia, PTSD, etc...

Ekko - Pocahontas and John Smith

You as Pocahontas - Ekko as John Smith You would die for each other. Protecting each other with your lives. Traveling around the world. Having very domestic relationship and fully trust each other. You're from Piltover and Ekko is from Zaun. You can only imagine how Piltover people are reacting on it but be honest, you don't care. You love Ekko most than anything and you don't care if he's from Piltover or Zaun. He does the same but sometimes he think that you deserve someone rich and someone with whom the relationship would not be life-threatening.

Vi - Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl

You as Elastigirl - Vi as Mr. Incredible Vi is very stubborn like Bob so she hate see you fight with someone. She just scared, she can't lose you. She can't live without you. But she is proud of you as well. She know that you're strong and you can protect yourself. But it become her instinct. When she hear you say 'ouch' she's next to you in a second. She is very protective. You're calmer and more reasonable in this relationship. Very powerful couple. She would do anything for you. And if someone wants to stole you away, she won't hesitate a second to beat the person up.

Viktor - Tarzan and Jane

You as Tarzan - Viktor as Jane I don't mean it like you are some wild animal or something, no, no. But Viktor is very smart just like Jane. Viktor likes learning new things but because of his sick leg he can't do sports or any other strenuous activities. So he appreciate when you describe him those things. Like running for example. He likes to see the world by your eyes. He loves reading you books and overall just talk to you about everything. He think you deserve someone better than him so reassure him that he's enough for you.

Caitlyn - Lady and Tramp

You as Tramp - Caitlyn as Lady I think we all can agree on that Cait is Lady. She is from rich family and from Piltover. Otherwise you just want to enjoy your life so you don't care where you are. You just want to explore every crevice. You can teach her how to make her life more exciting. You bring happiness in her life. She is very grateful to you for that. She would take you on fancy dinners and after dinner you would go watch fireworks. You also help her solve problems because you know probably everything and everyone in Piltover and Zaun. She often stare at you. She is just admiring you, let her stare in peace.

Jayce - Cinderella and prince Charming

You as Cinderella - Jayce as prince Charming You're his princess and no one can change his mind. All his life he wanted someone like you. You care for him so much. And he likes the feeling of warm you give him. When he's frustrated or sad he reach you, wrap his arms and don't let you go for hours. He would do anything for you. Lots of PDA. He loves the jealous mens/womans give him when they see that you are already taken. And he spoils you a lot.

Cassandra Kiramman - Mulan and Shang

You as Mulan - Cassandra as Shang She is more dominant in this relationship. But she never yell at you or makes you feel uncomfortable. You two are exactly like Yin and Yang. You are not meant to be perfect, you are meant to be whole. You complete each other even in simple things. You are both very strong womans. You also know everything about each other. Favourite tea/coffee, food, colour etc.. She can't imagine her life without you. You came to her life so randomly. She is not willing to give you to anyone else. You are hers and she is yours.

Silco - Belle and The Beast

You as Belle - Silco as the Beast/prince Adam Silco is king of Zaun. He have power and almost everything he ever wanted. Key word 'almost'. I feel like before he get into that fight with Vander he wanted someone who will complete him. He feels empty, he needs a charge to life. And the charge is you. You are the one who saved him, who make him feel like a person again. It's very hard to find a rose in Zaun so he always send Sevika or Jinx to bring him the reddest rose they can find in Piltover. He always leave the rose with little note when he have to leave before you wake up.

Sevika - Hercules and Meg

You as Meg - Sevika as Hercules You are more cunning and flexible than Sevika. Otherwise she is more stronger and tough. Still she have a huge soft spot for you. She maybe don't seem like it. She would kill for you without hesitation. She likes to show you off. She likes trying new drinks and food with you. She stare at people who are flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. After you go away she makes sure that the person wouldn't be able to move for a months. And when she is in bad mood, the people probably won't survive.

Vander - Snow white and The Prince

You as Snow white - Vander as The Prince we are not gonna talk about this huge age difference between these two

Vander is a huge guy so that means cuddles all the time. He likes picking you up on a princess style. You are so tiny compered to him so he calls you cutie. In his eyes everything you do is cute. He likes stroke you on your head. Every time when you are sad or insecure he kiss your whole body. From head to toes. And between each kiss he tells you how beautiful you are. Beautiful *kiss* perfect *kiss* amazing *kiss* cute *kiss* Relationship with him is like being wrapped in cotton candy.

[a-gal-with-taste]

Bad Habits (NSFW)

Summary: There's a bar, not the Last Drop, that Silco visits infrequently. There's a reason he doesn't stop-by more often... and coincidently, that reason is also why he keeps finding his way back.

W/C: 3.6K

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI Background revolutionary-shenannigans, one-night-stand (multiple-times), first-meets, banter, pre-established relationship, strangers/friends-with-benefits, P in V, rough sex, fingering, oral (M & F), semi-public, some-angst, open-ended

The first time he came, he admittedly came out of spite.

Petty, childish spite, but the Children of Zaun earned their name for many reasons - primarily on the undeniable hope and passionate drive of the youth, but also because their juvenile-behavior could not be understated.

Silco didn't engage in acting-out often. Simply, he couldn't afford to.

And yet there he was: storming to a bar he didn't know, sitting next to a woman he certainly would've remembered meeting prior, and soon enough, ending up in a bed, in an apartment that he had no idea the address to.

From spite alone, a bad habit was formed.

"F-fuck, sweetheart," Gods, that voice could ruin a man, but Silco was already halfway there as he thrusted harsh enough for your next breath to border on a sob, hands twisting into the sheets beneath you. The fact that you were so forthcoming with unrestrained reaction to pleasure was a pleasant surprise... but then again, Silco had certainly not been expecting you, nor the trajectory of the evening's events, but it was a very pleasant surprise nonetheless.

A roguish grin creeped into place, in time with hands sliding up, from thighs to clamp calloused fingers down on hips. It's not difficult imagined the bruises left there would be quite a lasting-memory come morning... not to mention the rough-fucking he was also adding to your future state of limping.

Your face crumbled in pleasure, your hair wild on the pillow beneath you, and the way you moaned out your words, voice breaking with every roll of his hips, "N-next time..."

"Thinking ahead, sweetheart?" The borderline mockery doesn't dissuade you - in fact, the endearment only makes your hands flash out, gripping him tightly wherever you could reach in oder to hold him.

"Next time... y-your place?"

The question was quickly aligned in-time with a near-scream, your cunt tightening like a vice in time with your undoing. A clumsy collision of lips and teeth also coincide with his cock burying deep within you, and as a deep growl sounds with his quick-climax, one thought is on his mind.

He shouldn't, but Silco rather likes the sound of next time.

Next time, as it turned out, came quite soon.

"Looking for a distraction, sweetheart?" You taunted, breathless but that devilish coy still clear in your voice. "You...missed me that much?"

"Needed the distraction." His tone is just as much a tease as his hand is, fingers curling to press deep into your walls, thumb swiping fast enough to have your eyes rolling in your damn head. If not for his long-limbs caging you to the alleywall, your legs would likely have given out. "Don't lie - it's incredibly obvious you missed some parts of me as well."

"Fuck you." Venomless, not to mention the moan that's nearly dragged from you with a pointed curl of his fingers, makes it hard to take seriously.

In fact, Silco chuckles as your faux-glare melts in time with pointed-circling of his thumb. Your legs weak, you go from slumping against the chilled metal to reaching up with arms wounding around his shoulders, and nails digging through the fabric of his shirt.

Vander already had his suspicious last-time he returned, significantly more chipper then when he had stormed out.

This will only fuel the suspicions, and add kindling to the inescapable taunts and jeers, but Silco finds he doesn't quite care. In fact, he only drives his fingers deeper into you, thrusting faster while your ragged breathing warms his collarbone in short-pants, sprinkled with incoherent praise and pleas.

Then, in between a whimper and another curse, your hips roll in time with a quick, offhanded offering in the form of your name.

"Silco," He offers in kind, equating the level of respect, just as the first time, where names weren't necessarily a requirement.

This time, it feels like a necessity. Especially when his fingers press deep against the spot deep within you, causing you to whine out his name so sweetly.

Only the first time you'd be groaning out his name that night.

A Child of Zaun has several places to call home... or rather, the place one sleeps in and feels comfortable enough to lower their guard by a small increment.

They're dotted along the Lanes, some even along the Promenade and Alcoves, safehouses that, true to name, provide a level of protection for the Sons and Daughters of Zaun that for a moment, they can almost pretend it's actually a home.

Still, it's not typically a place to recieve visitors. That's mostly why Silco stops dead in his tracks, when he sees you huffing a cigarette as lean by the front-entrance of the building.

Alarm-bells in his mind start rising in their ringing, the moment you catch sight of him, and toss the still-lit cigarette aside to stride over towards him, determination and fury in every-step.

...he's prepared for the blow, not your hands coming up to either side of his face, and dragging him in for a kiss.

Eyes shoot wide open, but then they settle, and slip close the moment you nip at his bottom lip. Silco hums in surprise, but certainly not displeasure, as it deepens, your tongue growing eager in a wrestle with his the moment his lips part, the remnants of your smoke curling into his mouth...

You pop off just as quickly as you had latched on, a line of spit between the short proximity between holding, before snapping. "Are you busy?" You ask, breathless, and still fuming.

But since it's not necessarily directed at him, it's far more attractive than it should be. The way your eyes narrowed and sparked with rage, nails already curled and digging though his clothes as energy practically crackles from your form...

Hell, even if you were angry at him, Silco isn't sure if he'd be more terrified, or more attracted.

"Are you busy, Silco?" You ask again, and he blinks, slow, one brow already raised high on his forehead raising higher at such a question.

"Do... do you want me to be busy-?"

"I need you."

That shuts him up quickly, and he looks at you closer.

Rage, and annoyance - that's all your body language suggested, but none of it directed to him. He gazes deeper at you, searching for some sign of sadness, bitterness, heartbreak, even... "What happened?" Eyes sharpening, the Son of Zaun adds curtly, "If there's someone you need required to have a little chat..."

"The only one who requires anything is me, and I need you," Your hands tug deeper at the folded lapels of his shirt, white-knuckles stark on the red collar. "My day has been shit, and the only thing thats kept me from losing it, was the idea of you."

Blinking, Silco clarifies, perplexed, "Me?"

"You and me, Silco," You clarify, one hand sneaking down. Traveling over his chest, it presses enough on the fabric to feel the lean muscles beneath, causing a small, involuntary shudder to run through him under your touch. "I don't want to think about today. I don't want to talk about how shit my day was... I don't want that. I want to forget, and I want you."

Distraction.

That's what you're looking for, as you step closer, chest brushing against his as one hand drags up over his chest, and the other travels far, far lower.

Seems you are both far more alike than he gives you credit for. Had he not met you under similar pretenses?

There's a faltering in your eyes, and your palm settles a bit more hesitantly over your hips. That burning rage in your eyes is dying, cooling, and Silco is foolish enough to be sad to see it go. "If... if you're busy, I can just leave... sorry, I just-"

"There's no need, I have nothing planned," Assurance earns a flicker of surprise - as done the long-arm reaching to wrap around her waist. Pulling her flush to him, he breathed in the small gasp she gave at such an forward-movement. It was joined by an even smaller, longer exhale as he leaned close, long dark hair brushing her cheek as his words brushed hotly over her face.

"If you want to forget about your bad day... I can give you something far more sweeter to remember."

The hand traveling down, brushing lightly along his thighs in time with her wolfish grin, was more than enough of a 'yes' for him.

"That's it? Ya just gonna leave?"

"Yep."

Both brows shoot up over grey eyes at the deliberate, and unheard of pop at the end of his shirt-replay, and the disbelieving stare follows the fellow Son of Zaun all the way out the door, as does his words, "Where do you even go?"

Silco doesn't truly know - still hasn't taken a moment to read the address, or as the name of the bar. His feet automatically lead him there, lead him to slapping a two coins on the counter, and after downing it in a single swallow, his feet automatically lead him to the small booth in the back.

It's semi-blocked by the jukebox. And one side is already occupied, and the moment your eyes meet with his, just as tired, nearly as irate from your own ordeals of the day, it's clear that you both require some form of distraction.

And maybe you've missed each-other too.

But the desire for a distraction is far greater, and with that in mind, your eyes never leaving his, you slip under the table.

Your name slips out in a low murmur between thin lips, but not in a warning, but in quiet encouragement. You have your own form of encouragement, in the way of your fingers trailing from knees, tracing mindless shapes up his thighs, and a thumb flicks sharply against the button holding back already-straining pants.

Silco knows full-well he should've stayed at The Last Drop.

No, he and Vander were not likely to get further in the discussion, and the beginnings of a quarrel would've delved into a full-squabble sooner than later... but it was still a poor-decision to walk out, leaving without at least attempting to find some common ground.

He can't find himself too worked up over it, not as you work his cock from the confines of his pants. A low-hum rumbles from his chest as eager-fingers take him, stroking and exploring, soon with teeth biting harsh on the inside of his cheek as gathered-spit soon dribbles onto the head of his cock, followed by a tongue...

It's becoming habit. Perhaps a bad one.

Again, Silco finds he can't be too concerned by it, as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, and suck him in the back-corner of a bar he doesn't know, all for the sake of providing mutual distraction.

"You want to talk about it?"

A pause, then green-blue eyes gaze up at you, brows raised high enough for the unimpressed, and bemused glint in his eyes to catch the light, "You want me to focus on talking now?"

Your hips jerk as his breath washes over you, and fingers dig into the sheets beneath as he takes the moment to flick his tongue out, barely brushing against your folds.

"... n-not really." There's a 'but' left unspoken in that shaky sentence, but when you don't elaborate in the moment of silence he offers - and instead raise your hips in an invitation - Silco takes the initiate to forgo words for a moment, and use his mouth for another purpose.

You don't seem to mind though, as his mouth sloppily closes over you with the intent to devour, tongue quick to find the bundle of nerves that already causes your thighs to quake around his head, "Fuck, Silco-"

Your name, still new on your lips, only encourages him more. Closing around your clit, his lips sucking with fingers making quick use of filling you as his tongue swirls.

The repeated matra, prayer of his name doesnt take long to evolve into a near wail as his fingers press and thrust deeper and deeper, eyes slipping shut as he relently works you through the harsh orgasm he all but pulls from you.

Panting is harsh on both ends by the time his mouth pops off - your small wince earning a breathless chuckle before he wipes across his mouth with a forearm, lapping up whatever remnants are closest to his mouth. Eyes-hooded, you stare up at the ceiling, long after your chest rises and falls with a smoother rhythm, and even longer after he settles beside you.

Then, quietly, "Does it help?"

Silco thinks for only a moment, and answers with a question of his own. "Does it help you?"

"Yes, it..." You pause, then shrug, albeit weakly as strength hasn't made a full-revival. "You know how it can be sometimes, out-there... life's shit. Gonna find something that makes it a little less-so... or at least help you forget about it for a minute."

Humming understandingly, seagreen eyes flicker over the dark ceiling ahead, streaked by cracks in the curtains from the neon-lighting outside, a florescent aurora that can only be found in the Underground.

"... it does help. A bit," His eyes flicker to the side, catching you watching the same thing. There's a fondness in your eyes, one he knows you both must share - the Undercity has it's own form of beauty. It's often modified, twisted, perhaps even made in mockery of the natural-wonders of the world above, but it's uniquely Zaun.

It helps, not just to be with you, but to know you hold that same admiration.

"... we could keep helping each other." The offer is made with a brush of fingers against yours. You don't lull away, and so Silco chances to curl and entwine those same fingers around your own. "Perhaps a little less physically-" "A little less?"

The smile can't resist curling at the corners of his lips, along with his eyeroll. "Perhaps not a little... but a bit more frequently. Steady, if you will."

There's silent, save for soft, gentle breathing that's slowly beginning to warm him as much as your fingers holding onto his do.

And then, those fingers slip away.

"We're already making this into a series of bad-habits," You murmur as you sit up, knees shaky, but managing to turn and look at him... or, not exactly. You won't directly meet his gaze, as you say with confidence he can't quite believe, "I don't know... how we could make something permanent out of a bad-habit."

"Can't know if we refuse to try." It's not desperate, but it isn't an immediate surrender. He doesn't quite know why it isn't. You're correct, for the large part. You had both met with a need, not necessarily for one-another, but for what you could offer each other. Distraction, respite, pleasure...

It's selfish, and maybe it's even irresponsible, to want more of it.

And you voice as much, even as you lean closer, lips brushing against his cheek with a quiet murmur, "Habits aren't meant to last, sweetheart."

Correct as you are, that doesn't stop the roll of bitterness in his gut as you pull away, and start reaching for clothes, scattered, ripped or even partially ruined, around his bedroom.

And because you are correct, Silco doesn't stop you from quietly leaving.

Out of repeated habit, he stops by the bar again, the next time a breather is needed.

When the weight of levels above him, and below, feel like crushing him to pulp in-between, he goes to that same bar, and isn't surprised to find you not there. Silco isn't foolish enough to chance going to knock at your door, not when a boundary as clear as this has been established... not to mention, like an idiot worthy of being a part of the Children of Zaun, he never figured out that damn address.

Still, he finally figured out the name of the bar he infrequently visited, and upon hearing it's title, he had to laugh:

Distraction.

Again, Zaun held it's own form of beauty, often in shapes made of mockery - apparently, the universe is having quite a laugh over his situation. And it is, somewhat comical - to press for more, when he had been seeking the bare-minimum in the first place, sounds like the beginnings of a joke upon which Silco himself would laugh about, in the face of anothers misfortune.

But he doesn't laugh much after that. Can't seem to find it in him... for even as he tries, and largely fails to purge the thoughts of you from mind, that doesn't stop the rest of his problems from clouding any other free-space left in his head.

And it's not comical.

Not even bitterly so.

It's not comical in the slightest, how quickly the turn starts, and by the time it's being acknowledged, Silco knows there's no potential to even attempt to swerve back around.

The Children of Zaun are on a one-way track, and the only thing ahead, as more are arrested, killed or missing, is failure.

Failure is not an option. Failure has never been an option, not for the future of the Nation, and distraction quickly takes the farthest-backseat in his mind, as the only thing that matters is realigning the movement back to the path to success...

Until, one day, it doesn't.

Until one terrible, rainy day, when blood and river-water cling to him despite the drizzle, distraction suddenly becomes the only thing Silco wholly, desperately needs.

Because it's all he has left.

The bartenders eyebrows shoot up, and is already-pushing napkins aplenty to him the moment he stumbles in. Throat ironically too dry - and far, far too damaged - to thank her, he manages a curt nod before turning.

How he makes it to the table, is an unknown miracle. Almost collapsing the moment he is seated, exhaustion saps at what remains of his strength, but for the first time, paranoia is not the forefront of his mind.

For all the pestering and curious questioning the man who used to be his Brother asked, Silco never offered an explanation, nor even a general location. This was a safe-spot, one Vander had no knowledge of, and one that no-one who knew him would expect to find him here...

"Silco?"

Save for you.

You have this neat trick, of making almost anything sound good... even a horrified whisper of his name, from your lips, almost sounds sweet.

A smile touches his face as you let out an utterly vile swear, before crossing from the front of the establishment to his side. The moment your hand touch his face, he jerks, but quickly leans into it, exhaustion and need winning out over any recent behaviors that could be seen in wounded animals, or betrayed men.

"Hey, sweetheart," His voice is slurred, making your eyes widen, before your shuffling out of the raincoat fast enough that his vision - whatever's left of it - blurs. "Miss me?"

"Holy shit... did you not go to a doctor?"

"No. No, I did not," Humming when your coat comes over his shoulders - not a perfect fit, but the faint traces of perfume are a better comfort - Silco allows his head to be tilted for you to see the full-extent of the damage.

It's bad. He knows it is, and judging by how pale, and slightly green you get, you know it's bad as well.

"Needed a... bit of a distraction. H-hoping you could provide?"

"Idiot," You say, half-reflexively, arm coming around to tug at his shoulders, and out of the booth. "You... not even a medic, but instead you came running to me?"

"Crawled part of the way, if I'm honest." He had been running for a very, very long time.

"Shut up, I can't believe you..."

Guiding the way out of the bar - Silco blinks his remaining eye, and they're already nearing the residence area, familiar enough that he can start considering himself safe again. The deposed Son of Zaun leans against you, but you seem to take his weight in stride, cursing his name all the way in short, panicked tones.

Everything is hell.

His brain seems to have halted its process of delivering stabs of pain - perhaps too horrified, or too tired to truly react to the amount of agony that has become one half of his face.

Thoughts of... what happened at the river, have also gone quiet. Again, maybe that's a final defense of his mind, to shield him, even temporarily, of what occurred in those toxic waters before they drive him to madness. Driving him into insanity with both pain, and memories.

"Silco?"

... it's not all in his head though. It's you, as well. When he blinks, there's you, leaning over him with a rag wet with blood and water, concern in your voice as you lean over him on the couch.

"You'll be okay," You promise, in a quiet whisper. "You'll... I'll make sure you are okay."

"Keep talking."

Your brows furrow, and you go to object, but feeling the darkness closing in on the remains of his vision, long fingers reach up, loosely and weakly grasping at your wrist. You jerk from the fever of his skin, but Silco holds on - holds on to all he has left, and yet still pleads for more, "Keep talking."

"O-okay... okay," Another task to sooth your own thoughts, keep you busy from what Silco can only assume was the farthest from what you had expected to be doing day  - tending to the toxic, scarring wounds of an infrequent sex-partner.

"Have... have I ever told you where I work? It's a level-up the Lanes, but based on the attitudes there, you... heh, you'd never know the difference..." It steadies you, talking. And as your hands, gentle and growing more confident as you work on cleaning the blood from his face, Silco finds the distraction helps him too...

To the sound of your voice, and the warmth of your presence, it's almost a welcome to fall deep, deep into darkness with you at his side.

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[silcoitus]

Red & Black - 1 year Silco brainrot anniversary fic

[Explicit] AO3

Silco x f!reader, smut, established relationship, lingerie, strip tease, pinv sex, cunnilingus,

It's the one year anniversary since you and Silco became official. You've got a little surprise waiting for him after dinner.

Word count: 4.7k

Beta readers: @astudyincontrasts @ink-and-dagger

May 8 marks the one year anniversary of when the Silco brainrot hit me. So naturally I wrote something to mark the occasion. Enjoy!

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One whole year of simping for Silco. It is wild to think about what this one rat man has done for many aspects of my life. From reigniting my love of writing to introducing me to some of the most talented, compassionate, and unhinged people around. Thank you so much for all your love and support!

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[constantfragmentation]

@popoisatan you and @missygoesmeow inspired me and I have a Regency Silco One-Shot I'm writing right now.

I'm at 976 words already. So, of course, I'll be long-winded as usual.

A snippet:

“Declare yourself, sir,” your voice attempting some self-preservation.

The man smirked, striking a match to light a cigar. The embers flamed until he drew in the smoke, letting it billow in the hazy light. Long, slender fingers elegantly twirled the tobacco as your eyes followed the glowing tip until it raised to his mouth.

Straightening your shoulders, your chin lifted in authority. You might not be the lady of the house but it was still yours and this man was a guest intruding on your privacy.

“I must ask you to leave, sir.”

“Why? I was here first,” he replied. “You leave.”

The arrogance! You gestured him to the french doors.

“I came out here for some privacy, if you don’t mind.”

“Ah, so did I,” he remarked, a smile threatening to emerge. “And, I do mind.”

[linesfromzaun]

For the dialogue thing:

"Will you please desist with the Old Man thing? I'm only 41 for pity's sake."

Ooh I love this thank you for sending this in!!!

Rating: G

Tags: calling Silco and old man, fluff, cuddling

You both were too exhausted to make it to your shared bedroom. After an eventful, yet successful mission, you both finished your reports and collapsed on the worn out sofa in Silco’s office. Silco had managed to rest his head on your chest, and was listening to your heartbeat. You were becoming sleepy incredibly fast, feeling Silco’s dexterous digits glide comforting patterns on your exposed skin. Your fingers card in his peppered locks, and you subconsciously hum to yourself.

“My little lovely old man.”

You feel Silco’s head turn to look at you, and he gives your sides a squeeze. “Will you please desist with the “Old Man” thing? I’m only 41 for pity’s sake.” You heavy eyelids flutter open and you pull him closer to you.

“‘S not a bad thing to get old, Sil. You’re pretty like this.” Your eyes close once more and you feel him slightly crawl up your body.

“You think I’m… pretty because I am old?” Your eyes lock on his, and he sees the admiration in your eyes.

“You’ll always be handsome, beautiful, pretty, or, gorgeous to me.” You pull him back to your tired form, giving his head a few kisses. “I love you the way you are and what you’ll look like years from now, white hair or just more streaks of it.” You feel Silco’s arms wrap around you and sigh softly. “I love you, Silco, goodnight.”

“I love you too, my darling.”

[sweatandwoe]

wait the Marcus x Silco stuff wasn't a joke 😰😟

Absolutely fucking not. Shipping these two unironically, they'd hate fuck

Rewatch those scenes of Silco and Marcus interacting and they wanna fuck. No way Marcus would let this bossy lil rat man say and do all that shit to him if he didn't like it a little.

He's just such a stressed out busy man. He's running the enforcers,dealing with the council. So maybe he gets a reprieve because Silco is actually the easiest to deal with in comparison. Silco just straight up tells him what to do, in a condescending way that gets under his skin. Because God he hates him, he hates him so much he can't stop thinking about him. Stares at his mouth when he gets berated next time because he wants to punch out those crooked teeth, not because he wants to kiss him. He hates him so much. God he can't stop coming back, getting Silco to order him around, and he really wishes Silco would order him to do something fucked up because Marcus has no idea how to ask him to kiss him, to tell him he thinks about him all the time, how he imagines how they're both single fathers who lost the one person who meant the most to them, that he wonders if Silco gets lonely to, and he hates him, he hates him, he hates him, he loves-

Anyway yeah, normal about these two

[space-blue]

Sigh... OK I want to try and write a small zaundads/vanco piece... I'm open to suggestions and ideas. I'm low on inspiration and have little time to get started.

Any of you want to see a scenario in particular, hit me up. May not do it, but I need to kick-start my muse.

[ace-of-zaun]

It’s Because:

Silco x gn!reader - 1k words - SFW

cw: fluff, angst, pining, denial of feelings, falling in love, brief mentions of death, injury, and trauma, happy ending

summary: Silco is not in love. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this before, i hope it works!! (it really hurt to type as well but my physio told me i had to.) inspired by the song i’m not in love by 10cc

Silco is not in love.

Unequivocally, categorically not in love. 

He doesn’t even know what love is when he meets you as a jaded, starving teenager, too busy trying to make ends meet to even think about something as trivial as love. But he does know that the easy way you smile when you meet his eyes makes his day just that little bit brighter. 

He’s not in love when he spots you a few years later, standing quietly amongst the meagre crowd in the bar, listening to his rallying speech of change and independence. Although, the spark in your eyes as you watch him is like a match to the burning in his chest, and for once in his life, it makes him feel alive. 

Silco isn’t in love when he accompanies you on mission after mission, learning to trust one another as he watches your back and you watch his in return, securing resources, and medicine, and meals for the starving children of his city. It’s just the adrenaline from the sprint back home, as you both narrowly escape the Enforcer’s clutches, that sets his heart racing to the dozen.

He can’t be in love when he watches you from across the bar, laughing, and singing, and dancing along to the jukebox, unaware of how effortlessly you light up the room. And so what if deep down he wants to join you and bathe in that light, soaking you in until you're his? It’s not like it means anything anyway. 

There’s no such thing as love on his birthday when he refuses to tell anyone the significance of the day, instead scowling down at yet another shipping manifest. Except, when you hand him a cupcake and kiss his cheek as you walk through the bar on your way to the market, he hopes the red of his ears and the longing expression isn’t too noticeable. 

Love isn’t present on the night you cry in his arms, heaving sobs that wrack your body as you mourn those lost in the fight, yet more casualties in this never ending fight for freedom. It’s simply the right thing to do when he lulls you to sleep, shushing your cries until your breathing slowly evens and your heart beats sync up with his. 

Silco tells himself he isn’t in love when you sit side by side, legs dangling off the little bridge that crosses the river as he gifts you a starburst necklace that once was his mother’s. And it certainly doesn’t mean anything when you gaze up at him with the softest smile, intertwining your fingers with his while you gently rest your head on his shoulder. 

He is not in love the day you stand with him in the little alcove across the street from the bar, sheltering from the rain that drips down to form galaxies of puddles along the square floor. You’re up on your tip-toes, his arm is around your waist, and when your nose bumps against his, his heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it-

But then his brother is suddenly there, pulling him away from you as he insists he goes for a walk with him, and Silco makes the worst decision of his life and agrees. 

In thunder and rain, Silco knows that love ends in nothing but betrayal when he is forced to disappear, body pulsing with pain, mind in tatters. He’s hurting, and angry, and beyond scared. But weaved in between it all, he thinks of you and pictures the way you looked and felt beneath his fingertips, and thinks that maybe it’s not all bad. 

There’s no time to think of love when, years later, he finally gets his revenge and reclaims his bar, his home; a second chance at raising the city his people deserve. Though, it’s almost like serendipity when he happens to take a break from arranging his schedule to look through the window down into the square, and there you are, standing in the middle of the street silently watching his workers carry in new furniture. 

He isn’t in love when he runs down to you, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste, pushing through the doors until you’re right there in front of him, the only place he truly feels safe. But when you don’t scream or slap him or curse him for leaving you, instead striding across the distance to throw your arms around him in a tight embrace, he forces himself to choke back his tears and allows yours to soak into his shoulder instead. 

Silco continues to remind himself that he’s not in love in the coming months, while you sit beside him day after day, helping him put his plans into motion, listening to every word, every worry, every whisper. Really, who can even tell that his heart skips a beat when he spots that you’re still wearing his mother’s necklace, still so mirandous even after all this time?

He’s not in love the evening you sit atop the bar, laughing as you retell a story from your youth, caught delightfully off-guard when he can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips while his hands cup your heated cheeks. It’s just one of those things, he supposes, to finally feel content standing between your legs, your own lips pressed in a smile against his, in a way that kick starts his once dead heart. 

But now, nearly two decades after he’d first laid eyes on you as a naïve boy, he lays next to you in bed and watches you sleep peacefully, tangled in the sheets the same way you’ve weaved yourself into his heart. And in the quiet lull of the night, he runs his fingers over a shiny, jewelled ring, custom-forged to match his mother’s necklace that still rests around your neck. 

He thinks of easy mornings and four-word questions, and for the first time in his life, allows himself to simply feel. 

Maybe, just maybe, Silco is in love. 

[gh0stchoir]

Arcane AU Tao gets abandoned by his mom after she doesn't pay up from her deal of getting shimmer. She gets taken because she now has to pay up her debt.