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kissettka · 2 years
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day 39498698658486393948243952394829389424032855824 I'm still looking at the smiling silco out of context
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mistiell · 2 years
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How Arcane Characters Flirt
A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao
Viktor
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- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it
- Loves playful banter and teasing
- Lots of sass
- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot
- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy
- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it
-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking
- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now
- Asks questions so you know he’s interested
- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time
Jayce
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- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt
- Tons upon tons of compliments
- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.
- Talks your ear off about anything and everything
- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you
- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises
- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab
- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there
Silco
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- Good god
- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?
- W r o n g
- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely
- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you
- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it
- Lowkey endearing tbh
- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)
- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything
- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it
Vi
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- Holy shit she’s such a flirt
- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time
- So smooth about it too
- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you
-Gets so flustered when you flirt back
- Goes beet red
- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7
Jinx
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- She flirts with you all the time
- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little
- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though
-It’s all in good fun
- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch
- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection
- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.
Mel
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- SO smooth
- Compliments out the wazoo
- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her
- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you
- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like
- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls
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corabloom13 · 1 year
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Arcane x Reader with miscarriage/stillbirth headcanons
MASSIVE TW for miscarriage, stillbirth infertility medical stuff.
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You and Silco were both planning on a new baby for a while. Singed warned such a pregnancy would be high-risk - but you both took the chance knowing what was likely to come.
When you miscarried, Silco ran straight to you upon hearing your blood-curdling cries. He wasn't about to let you do this alone. He held you on your bed, brushing away sweaty bangs.
You felt guilty. After years of trying for a baby you failed. Silco blamed you, didn't he? "It's not your fault," he assured you, bundling up your baby gently so he could lay them to rest. Silco's without qualms for cleaning you up, to. Deep down he's heartbroken just as much as you are but he knows whatever he feels it will be immeasurably worse for you.
Which is why adopting Jinx never seemed like a bad idea to him. Silco should've asked you about it before, but when your eyes lit up your arms wrapped your new daughter in a warm hug. "Maybe it's possible it all worked out in the end," you coo to him.
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According to doctors, your pregnancy was fine. Your baby had a steady heartbeat, you and Viktor were ecstatic to become a family.
Which is why both of your hearts shatter come delivery day, your infant pops out not breathing. "Vik, what's wrong?!" You demand as hospital staff rush your baby out of the room. Viktor is torn between following his child and staying to protect you but one reassuring yet concerned look in his golden eyes tell how nervous he is. "I'll be right back, Love." He lightly kisses your forehead before following where they were taking the newborn.
When he returned, eyes puffy tears staining his pale face you knew. Viktor didn't need to utter a sound for you to understand your child was gone. A rare moment occurred where both of you were vulnerable, holding each other. What about all the plans they had as a family? What about the nursery you decorated with peculiar toys and trinkets Viktor spent days slaving away to craft?
Years slip by. Apparently you ended up infertile from the stillbirth - something you personally found bizarre. You and Viktor drifted somewhat in your relationship, you end up not wanting to dwell on such hardships and Viktor drowning himself with his work. "HexTech can save lives, Y/N," he mumbles at the lab while you're coaxing him to come home for the night. "Vik, you've been up here for weeks. Why not sleep at home tonight, hmm?"
"But the Hexcore - it responds to biomatter. It revives and replenishes dead tissues -" "Viktor!" You scold, bunching your fists. "You push the world, everyone away including me so you can slave away on Hextech. I know how much you want to save lives, but what's done is done. Our baby died years ago, Vik, you don't think I know that? All the nights I lay awake wishing for a child to hold? How I go into the unused nursery, sobbing at the crib that will never have a baby to hold?" You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "As much as you may wish for things to be different, I get it. But no amount of experiments will be able to fix this. Let's just try and fix us, alright? C'mon, let's head home."
Viktor stands up, holding you in a much needed hug before holding your hand escorting you home.
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Jinx was always extra careful around you while you were pregnant. She hardly is ever careful, so she must care for you and your baby a lot.
You don't know how to tell her you miscarried. Jinx put in so much effort to look after you, if you tell her you lost the baby her heart will surely break. "Do you want me to tell her for you, Y/N?" Silco offers smoking a cigar. "Nah, I can handle it."
"Toots!" Jinx's blue hair dances when she sees you climb up into her hideout. "Jinx, there's something we need to talk about," Jinx lifts up her goggles nodding. "Sure thing but check this out!" Pulling out a contraption from under her desk, it's metal with prongs holding dangling handmade stuffed toys. Decorated in bright blues and pinks, Jinx presses a button as her machine spins playing music. "It's a mobile!!"
"That is very sweet of you, Jinx, however something came up-" "Oh! Almost forgot!" She chuckles, lips curling in a smile. "These bad boys can watch your baby like a hawk. Anyone tries to steal it and - bam!" Her hands hold up a miniature bomb. "Yes thank you for your help, but -" "If ya ever need help burpin' em, this baby bouncer outta-" "Jinx, there is no baby!"
Her grey eyes widen, head tilting. "Y-You're joking right?" She chuckles, lightening the mood. You sit beside her at Jinx's bench, holding her scrawny, delicate hands in yours. "No, unfortunately its not a joke. I lost the baby yesterday, which is why I wasn't able to see you." Her eyes turn cold. "B-But we were careful! We were careful to make sure you had what you needed-" Jinx jerks her head, shaking it in disagreement. You knew she was prone to hallucinations, exactly why you avoided this chat with her.
"Look, no matter what the voices are saying it wasn't your fault. We did our best and in the end it didn't work." "No! You're going to leave, ain't ya sweetheart?!" Jinx jolts from her seat, pacing. "Yeah. You'll leave all because I couldn't save anyone. You're no different then Vi!" You rush to her as both of you break down crying, holding her in an embrace. "How long has it been since anyone held you like this?" You ask.
"Y-You're not gonna ditch me, Y/N?" You cup her face, heartbroken by all that she's gone through but glad that you had each other. "Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Now, let's grab some drinks at the last drop, hmm?"
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You were already pregnant when you started dating Sevika. She could've cared less, but of course your baby would be protected under her watchful eyes.
Which is why she was concerned when Singed told you it was twins. Sevika didn't think the Undercity would provide enough supplies to look after them. "I'll see what Silco can do," she said kissing your abdomen.
Sevika was out on a mission - "Babysitting Jinx. Am really over qualified for this shit." - When your water broke. Being alone upstairs of the Last Drop was harsh, as you made yourself comfortable on the couch as much as you could. When one of Silco's goons walked in they sent for Sevika right away.
Twin stillbirths seemed to hit both of you like a truck. Sevika blames herself for not being there when you needed her. That's how she learned to keep her professional and personal lives separated.
That night, as you lay in bed quieter than usual your partner sits on the edge of your bed, her mechanical hand holding yours. "Y'know, it's gonna hurt like fucking hell, Y/N. Don't expect it to be pretty. I've known a few people who were in your situation and they-" you turn so she can see your face, her features softening upon seeing you. "They are okay. They weren't okay at first, but they took one day at a time." She cuddles close to you, as you smell liqueur and shimmer on her it's all comforting. It's Sevika, Sevika who would be your knight in shining armor. Your right hand man. She'd never leave you for the world.
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Jayce did need to worry. After all the doctors told you both this was a high-risk pregnancy.
"Y/N, you'll be fine," he reassuringly rests his hand on your abdomen. Despite his kind words you couldn't help to worry. This was Piltover's Golden Boy's heir to House Talis, the child of an empowering councilor.
Jayce worked a lot - meetings and presentations. He wished he could be with you more to enjoy this precious time, but his brother-in-arms Viktor made sure to help you and kept an eye on you if you needed anything.
Jayce was pulled backstage by Sky during a presentation in front of the whole damn city. When he snapped at her he saw her face which revealed what happened. "Shit!" He dashes out of the building, ignoring crowds of people who adored and admired him.
"Y/N!!" Jayce pulls the hospital curtain over to see you. Wiping your tears with your hand, you choke on your sobs. "The...b-baby flat lined and...." You squeeze his hand, screaming at the top of your lungs.
"I-I am so sorry, I should've spent more time with you-" "I forgive you," you say, pulling him into a comforting kiss. After all Jayce showed up didn't he? He reassured you when your fears got the better of you while massaging your ankles. "Get some rest, alright? We'll talk about it in the morning."
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You're stillbirth somehow magically never created a rift between you two.
Granted no relationship is perfect, but Ekko would be damned if he let your baby's death cause friction between you two.
Ekko is adaptable enough to try and continue one day at a time, even for your sake. He'd keep you comfortable in the Firelights hideout, allowing you to take a break for as long as you need.
"Found this old gramophone. Think you can fix it up?" He asks, as you nodd. He'd always adored you for your tinkering, even if you couldn't fix everything he'd have you focus on what you could fix.
When you lost your baby, Ekko and the Firelights created the best send off for them. A decorated casket with flowers. As they buried them by their mural, they released a sworn of Firelights up in the sky.
It was honestly more than you could ask for. It wasn't ideal but knowing Ekko knew what to do next kinda saved your life.
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linesfromzaun · 2 years
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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 😔💔
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“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.”
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silcodreams · 2 months
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First Date
[Silco POV][GN][Silco x Y/n][Silco Stressing][Short Fic][Soft Silco][Wing-Women Jinx]
Summary: Silco's first date..
First Date (full)
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"You'll be fineee," Jinx assured Silco, "What if they don't like roses? This is stupid I'll just throw them awa-" "Pops! You can't do that, this is Zaun not Piltover, and they will love you either way!" Jinx interrupted.
Silco let out a sigh
"I can only hope.." this was Silco's first date with you.. he wanted it to be perfect, just for you..
Author's Note: Okay so you know the fic I wrote like this but younger silco? Yeah I've been wanting to write it again but as older silco for another version.. and I know it is short but I personally like this better..
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unluckiestmember · 1 year
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Silco x daughter reader?
Jinx being absolutely infatuated with her as well.
Coming up!
Silco X Daughter! Reader
Characters: Silco, Sevika, Jinx, Thierem and Ekko.
Tags: Father! Silco, Sister! Jinx, Aunt! Sevika, family dynamics, fluff, jealousy, Jinx being Jinx, Silco being Silco, suggestive themes of death, threats and power dynamics.
Warning: None. SFW.
A/N: I don't think Silco is really a bad dad. I think like Sandman, he just has bad luck... That being said, I don't want to be raised by this guy. But to each is own, right?! XD
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Everyone in Zaun believes Silco is a crappy dad. He gives off that vibe anyways.
Many believe he is either neglectful or lacks any type of care for who he considers his children.
So all are surprised when it turns out he’s actually a great father!
He treats you just as he treats Jinx; With the utmost care.
He never lays his hands on you or raises his voice at you.
Silco supports whatever you want, though he will be hesitant if your goals have anything to do with “switching sides”.
Whenever he has a mission, he makes sure you are okay somewhere near The Last Drop so you won’t be hurt or worse.
But if you do fight for his cause, he’ll be a little more lenient.
Just expect him to have Sevika follow you around like a butler to their master.
No matter what, Silco tries his best to NEVER let you get close to Shimmer or the Shimmer factories.
The last thing he wants is for his children to become shimmer addicts.
Unless you help him with injections like Jinx, he won’t let you an inch near the damn drug.
When it comes to Jinx, expect her to love you or hate you.
She can get jealous of the connection you have with Silco sometimes.
If you show her and tell her you don’t mean any harm, she will let you be.
But if you show her and tell her you care for her as much as you care for Silco? Be ready to have a sister for life!
She will protect you no matter what when Silco is not around nor Sevika.
Expect Jinx to do things with you that any sister would do with their sibling.
This includes painting each other's nails, talk about boys, put bombs on Thierem's back, Destroy a building, terrorize Ekko- Normal sibling stuff!
Silco’s men treat you like royalty because of your name.
Some will try to test you or push your buttons, but those who do better expect an explosion coming their way.
In a way, Silco’s men are like your extended family, regardless of how they act sometimes.
They would sacrifice their lives for you.
Silco would sacrifice his life for you.
You’re not just the protege of the Eye of Zaun. You’re his daughter.
You will never be forsaken and will always be loved and cared for.
Arcane requests are currently open! :D
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day!
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bbydeathclaw · 2 months
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Silco: You’re annoying.
Y/N: but you love me 🥰
Silco: Doesn’t make you any less annoying.
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fanandfiction · 2 years
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Shotgunning W/ Arcane Characters
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A/n: So what I’m the last person on earth to watch Arcane? I do have a pea brain and dyslexia so if anything feels inconsistent I apologize. I’m trying to write as gender neutral as possible :’0 but ya know nice and constructive feedback is always welcome! This has not been proof read so please spare me.
Feel free to request anything- my ask box is open!
Prompt: Arcane characters shotgunning with their S/O 
Characters: Silco and Sevika (Separately) 
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MNDI, Language, Smoking, Kissing, Gambling, Tobacco, Illicit Drug (not shimmer)
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Silco:
“Staring is a bad habit little bird,” Silco’s monotone voice startled you out of a trance you had unknowingly fallen into. 
You can’t say you were surprised you were caught, your general curiosity often got the better of you. You’re known to stare off into space and wander, it’s a surprise Silco’s not got you on a leash yet.
Recently something about the way Silco looked while smoking was just mesmerizing to you. Maybe it was how peaceful he looked as he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and took a drag from his cigar. Or the deep guttural groan he’d sometimes let out as he exhaled clouds of smoke after a frustrating business meeting.
 Regardless of the reason, you quickly avert your gaze and mumble a quick apology, hoping he doesn’t say anything else. 
“What has enamored your attention now dove?” Even as he so rudely and blatantly did precisely what you wished he hadn’t, he had a cigar hanging from his lips. He didn’t have to look so good while making you feel so small.
Well, it couldn’t be avoided now. 
“Y-Your cigar,” You feebly confessed, swallowing every ounce of your pride in the process. “I was watching you smoke.” 
Finally, he looked up from his paperwork to you, intrigue spread across his face. A raised eyebrow was your only cue to elaborate. 
“I was wondering if I could maybe try?” 
 Now was as good as any other time you could ask, you supposed. 
“Hm?” He removed the cigar from his mouth and looked back and forth between you and it through half-closed eyes. 
“Come here,” He said firmly after pondering for a while. Your heart began to race immediately sending waves of warmth throughout your body and to your center. 
“I can’t let you smoke from this, no. It's far too big for such a delicate bird like you,”  he started, sitting you in his lap. A disappointed look quickly overcame your face. 
“I do have something else in mind, however,” he took a long draw from his cigar and took your face into his other hand. Your face was on fire, there was no way he couldn’t feel it. “Don’t fret.”
“Closer, dove,”  his voice was nearly a whisper. 
When your lips met he gently blew the smoke into your mouth. You swallowed every bit of it, to you it was as if he was giving you your last breath. 
His lips were warm on yours and the taste of mint invaded your tastebuds. The smoke sweetly burned your throat as you inhaled and the head rush made you feel light-headed in the best way possible. Oh how you wished there were a way to save this moment and relive it over and over again.
“How was that my dove?” He asked upon pulling away. 
“Good.” you exhaled, the remaining smoke leaving your lungs as you did. 
Not that he needed to ask, the way your body had succumbed to him told him what he needed to know.
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Sevika: 
You spent most of your nights on Sevikas arm as she played cards. You’d sip on the fruitiest cocktail the Last Drop had to offer and your girlfriend would spend the night giving everyone a run for their money. 
And while that's always fun, your eyes and mind tend to wander after a while of drinking. The relationship between Sevika and you could hardly be described as healthy most nights. Sevika knew she couldn’t trust you enough not to get yourself into trouble, hence why you were always sitting in her lap or next to her with an arm draped around your waist or shoulder. Too many times you’d wander out of her sight and she’d find you with your ass pressed against some loser trying to “teach” you how to play pool. 
She had no interest in those toxic games tonight so you were sitting right next to her with your legs crossed over one of her spred legs. Frankly You had no intrest in games tonight either, but you couldn’t help feel a little playful after a few drinks so your eyes had begun wandering for entertainment. 
They found interest in the lit cigarillo hanging uncerimoniously from Sevika’s mouth. Whatever it was packed with burned a deep blue that had you stuck in a trance. Occasionally when she took too long pondering her cards ash would fall from the tip and onto your shoes, but you didn’t mind as your eyes would follow the movement using it as an opportunity to shamelessly look her up and down. It didn’t take Sevika too long to notice you staring almost hungrily in her peripheral.
“Whats caught your eye, kitten?” She asked. She didn’t look up from her cards but a rough hand found your thigh to let you know you had her attention. 
“Your cigarillo,” you sigh leaning into her. “Can I try?” 
Sevika hummed pondering your question she momentarily leaned over to lay a card down. When she leans back she gives your thigh a gentle squeeze almost teasingly before lifting her hand to remove the cigarillo from her mouth. 
“You wanna try?” She asks showing you the lit butt. You nod eagerly ready to take it, but before you can she put it back in her mouth. “Ah ah ah.” 
You pout.
“Poor kitten,” She mocked whilst taking a rather large drag. The cards in her other hand had disappeared, and when it came to cradle your face you nearly began purring. “Well c’mere then.” 
When your lips met you could immediately recognize the heat pooling deep within you and it only spread when she pushed smoke into you mouth. You swallowed every bit of smoke that she offered and immediately felt it rush to your head. It was so dizzying, you had to hold onto her to steady yourself. Somehow when she pulled away you managed to inhale through your nose and then quickly out mouth. 
“Good kitten,” She hummed “Is that what you wanted? Hmm?” 
You looked up at her though half closed eyelids, the effect of blue cigarillo hitting you immediately. With your body unfamiliar with the effects of the blue leaf you were feeling so overwhelmed and couldn’t do much beside fall into her chest when she offered it to you. No longer caring if you caught the attention of other bar-goers because you’re too comfortable, you allowed yourself to relax. 
“Mmhmm.” You sighed as her metal arm wrapped around you cementing you in you place for the night.
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inari-zaheer · 4 months
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Silco with a Rhaenyra Targaryen s/o?
Silco With a Rhaenyra Targaryen S/O
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Pairing:Silco x Rhaenyra Targaryen!Reader tw:none
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I can see the both of you meeting as you were on a diplomatic mission on your father's name
He wanted to make sure that even far away overseas the Targaryen name was known and well respected (of course it wasn't his idea, but oh well)
You being his heiress had to learn how the politics of the kingdom worked, so it was a perfect arrengment
Upon arriving at Zaun you could not be more disappointed, as this was not the type of living conditions you were used to, you were started to regret agreeing on a meeting with the leader of the Undercity
But after you had a meeting with Silco, you saw the power that he had over not only Zaun, but also over a decent part of Piltover, you knew this was the right thing to do
You'd help him on the more tactical stuff, like how to train and distribute his tropes, how to get his goons to a higher train level, etc.
Obviously not to mention your little help with his bussines when riding Syrax, let's just say people did not even tried to screw with his shipments lol
The both of you spent so much time together in order to see what you could do to one another that you did not realize your feelings growing towards each other
Of course there was times that your pride and stubbornness made things a little harder on arguments and stuff
But the both of you knew how much of a power couple you were together
Your beauty and persuasion power alongside your royal status was not only helpfull on the lanes, but even got Silco some deals in Piltover
One of the things he liked the most about you was that you never failed to have a good comeback whenever people said bad stuff about you
What can i say? He loves a challenging women
He also loved how you'd do the same for him, never forgetting those who wronged him and promising to follow them through hell and back for Silco
He also loves a good revenge, but knows you love saying a few "Dracarys" here and there lol
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viktorshands · 1 year
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Vampire AU - Part III
Silco x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: None
WC: 4912
Chapter III:   An Unexpected Intrigue
Author’s note: This chapter (this whole fic actually) is dedicated to my best friend. You are my partner in crime, my co-captain, my chaos and fire and fury. I fucking love you. 
Part I here! Part II here!
“By all means, come in uninvited.” You felt like an intruder at the sound of his voice.
You faltered, scrambling for a sentence, a word, a single syllable. After too long of a time staring at the floor while you felt the embarrassment flush your cheeks you uttered, “I - I’m sorry to disturb you.” You turned, keeping your head down. Your plan to walk out was thwarted as quickly as it was formed by a hand closing the cracked door. A pale hand, a male hand, with long, nimble fingers. 
Your throat tightened involuntarily as you followed the hand, connected to his exposed forearm, the burgundy dress shirt sleeve rolled up to his elbow. You followed the creases of the fine fabric to his torso. The shirt he wore was worn with a deliciously flattering chocolate-brown vest and adorned with a cream colored cravat. Not even a second passed, but it felt like it took an hour to gain the gumption to flick your eyes up to his face. By the gods. 
He was just as regal in real life as he was in the photograph that Sky had found. His presence was mind-emptying and all-consuming. Handsome, far more handsome than could ever be conveyed by words. Your body heated as you looked over his features, drinking in that sharp nose and jawline, the slight downturned scowl of his lips. His dark brown, almost black, hair was styled back with product, the sides tapered but still looked as if they would be soft to the touch. Most noticeable and impossible to look away from was the scar on the left side of his face. It looked like the roots of a plant, long, jagged lines from the top of his forehead down to the edge of his jaw. Just as you were contemplating what could cause such a scar the silence was broken by his smoky, subtly sugared voice.
“Is there something on my face, dear?”
You barely registered the words, and shook your fuzzy head and croaked, “I’m sorry?”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m sorry.” You felt your cheeks flush once again, feeling the heat on the tips of your ears this time. You took a steadying breath in through your nose and instantly regretted it - he even smells amazing.
“I meant to formally introduce myself earlier, but I was caught up with other things.”
“Oh, it’s no worry at all, I was actually unpacking so I was busy up until,” you trailed off, “up until I started wandering, that is.” 
I feel like I’m in a dream. It’s been so long since I’ve had such an issue articulating myself. SNAP OUT OF IT.
“Well how fortunate it is that you found me.”
“Yes.” You averted your eyes from his smoldering gaze, concentrating on a marble statue of a vulture on a nearby display case made of thick glass that contained a vast assortment of aviary items. There were small skulls, talons, quills, and feathers in a range of colors. You finally relaxed enough to organize your thoughts. You released your bottom lip from between your teeth. “I wanted to ask you, actually, about the student? Has she always received private lessons? I’m only wondering because I want to cater to her comfort level, and considering I am used to handling a class full of college-level students, this is a little out of my traditional scope.”
“Ah, I see,” He paused, his lips drawn together in thought and he cocked his head ever so slightly to the side. “Well, Jinx is my adopted daughter. She has had private tutors in the past but,” he winced, slightly, but you still noticed, “they haven’t lasted long. She gets bored all too easily. This is not to discourage you of course if you have certain difficulties keeping her focus.”
He turned from you, starting back to his desk and making you wonder: How did he get to the door from such a distance so quickly? 
Your thought was interrupted by him, “I will say though, when you were telling me your background on the phone I thought to myself that a change of pace, meaning a focus on the arts and history, might be worthwhile.” He reached his chair, but instead of sitting down he stood facing you. His hands beneath him resting on the surface of the dark wood desk. The glow from the small, green-shaded lamp on the desk lit the right side of his face, while the scarred side was shrouded softly. 
You opened your mouth to compliment his appearance, but you caught yourself and said, “Well I’m glad that you took a chance on me.”
“Likewise.” His right hand drummed against the desk surface. “Though I’ll be most interested to see how you and Jinx end up getting along.” He looked again in your eyes, the sincerity there was not lost on you.
You felt those butterflies in your stomach, very faint, but still there. Like I’m jittery for the first day of school.
“I’ve never had too much an issue getting along with my students, so I am looking forward to meeting her.” You paused, feeling the urge to turn off the floor lamp that you turned on when you came in, thinking it was polite to do so before you left. “Thank you again for giving me this opportunity.” You switched the light off with a click.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, miss Y/N.” His voice was low and close by again. He creaked open the door with a quick, fluid-like motion. He nodded his head politely at you, and you thought you saw just a wink of a smile on his lips.
“Likewise.” You whispered before you slipped out the door, not looking back but feeling his eyes on you as you retreated with your metaphorical tail between your legs. 
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You called Sky through video chat as soon as you got back to your room and flicked on the lights. The afternoon had come and gone, and the sun with it, as it was much later than you realized when you checked the time.
“I’ve been home for hours, it’s about time!” She said as soon as she answered.
“Sorry, I’ve just been unpacking and touring the house.” You flopped back on the bed, kicking off both of your shoes, “You will not believe how enormous this place is on the inside. I wish you could have stayed.”
“Hey, I would have loved to, but I’ve got a full roster of chemistry students to teach tomorrow morning. Lucky you though, you’ve only got one to handle!” She paused, studying your face through the camera, then raising an eyebrow at you, “You met the ‘lord of the manor’, didn’t you?”
You blushed. She laughed in response, “Tell me, is he even better in person?”
Your pulse quickened and you exhaled dramatically, “He is. Aside from being like, stupidly handsome, his presence just completely fills a room. I felt like I couldn’t remember my own name when I met him.”
“Sounds suffocating.” She replied most bluntly.
“Not like that, you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes. Apparently you were still having issues with your words. 
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” She laughed, teasing, “But remember what I always say about older guys though, they may seem so mature and all that on the outside, but you need to learn what’s on the inside. Old men always seem to be hiding something.”
“You’re right, Sky.” You shook your head, “It’s so easy to get flustered by appearances. Either way, I’m here for one reason, and that’s most important here.”
“Exactly! See? Just keep those priorities in check and you’ll -”
A sudden knock, knock at the door got you sitting up immediately. 
“Just a minute, Sky.” You turned the volume on your call all the way down, stuffing it into your pocket as you padded across the cool floor in your socks. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror and quickly moved around your hair, letting it down around your shoulders. 
You opened the door gingerly to find none other than Silco standing there, looking exactly the same as he did earlier except that a few stands of his hair were loose and the necktie that he wore was gone. There were two, three buttons undone on his burgundy dress shirt, showing just a small inkling of skin. It wasn’t a considerable amount by any means, but enough so that you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making an unseemly sound. 
“Hello again, um, do you need something?” You drew a blank on any reason that he would be at your door other than maybe to retrieve something, being that this was his home and all.
“I wanted to make sure that you had dinner.” He cleared his throat, “We didn’t have a formal setting tonight, so I had the chef prepare something for you.”
“Oh, yes, that would be really nice actually, thank you.” You smiled at him timidly.
He snapped his finger and one of the house staff rushed past him and into your room carrying a tray complete with a cloche covering the food. You watched her set it down on the desk without a sound. 
“Thank you.” You said it to the woman and to Silco, and you meant it since you had forgotten to eat with all of the events of the day.
“You’re welcome my dear.” That perfect, silken voice of his said to you just as the woman rushed past you again and out the door. He looked into your eyes with an expression that you couldn’t describe. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Your ears burned, and your eyes slowly dropped to the floor as you gently closed the door. As soon as it clicked closed you let out a huge gust of breath and snatched your phone out of your pocket, turning the volume back up so you could hear Sky.
“- but of course, Lord of the manor, please don’t mind that I’m indecent right now.” You laughed, having caught the tail-end of her teasing.
“Sky! You’re embarrassing me.” You chided.
“Please,” she made the word sound like it had several syllables the way she drew it out. “Don’t give me that, especially when you forgot to eat from the sounds of it. Again? Not to mention it sounds like there is a house full of people to wait on you so there’s no excuse, Y/N.”
“I know, I know, I was just caught up in everything that I forgot.” You sighed. 
“I’ll leave you to your dinner, and to your thoughts about Mr. Fancypants.” She giggled and so did you at her dumb humor. “Take care of my best friend, would you?”
“I will, bye Sky.” You smiled, blowing her a kiss before she did the same and ended the call.
You were impressed by the spread after removing the silver dome and getting a slight steam facial. There was a beautifully made-up plate of tender meat with a rich sauce, small fingerling potatoes seasoned with salt, pepper, and - you took a deep inhale - rosemary. Steamed veggies were piled neatly on the plate as well. There was a glass of water, silverware, and a soft navy blue colored napkin. You nibbled from the plate, eating what you could without making yourself feel ill. You couldn’t help it, it truly did feel like the first day of school jitters. You took the tray back to the front of the room, placed the cloche back on top of the food remnants and set it on the coffee table.
You did your usual nightly routine in the bathroom adjacent to your new quarters and felt yourself feel a bit more at ease. Settling back in bed with the glass of water, you popped open your sleep supplement. You’d need all the help you could get, this night was sure to be restless. With all of the excitement tomorrow would bring, and the two run-ins with Silco - you shuddered, stomach flip-flopping just thinking about his name. After setting an alarm on your phone, you clicked off the bedside lamp and turned over, the waxing moonlight providing you a comforting glow as you closed your eyes, picturing him, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
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Turns out, you didn’t need to set an alarm at all. You were alerted that it was morning by a consistent, albeit annoying, knock on the door. You released a heavy yawn and stretched, calling out with sleep in your voice, “Come in!”
One of the female staff members walked in with a breakfast tray, complete with tea service. She lowered her head as she set it without a sound onto the duvet cover. 
“Thank you.” You said as you observed the silver tray clad with a muffin, tiny sausages, and eggs. It was a relief that none of the food was touching each other on the plate. A small, ceramic bowl was filled with fresh fruit. The silver teapot was steaming from the spout, filled with freshly boiled water no doubt. A tin was next to the teapot and a floral teacup and matching saucer. 
“If there is anything else, please let me know, I will be right outside the door to collect your tray when you are finished.” The soft spoken girl retreated from the room, nodding her head politely at you and making you feel like you were some kind of royal guest.
“Thank you!” You said again, hoping she heard you as the door closed. Not wanting the food to get cold, you ate as quickly as you could. You opened the small tin, pleased with the selection of teas, and selected a caffeinated black tea with floral notes. After steeping the tea, you took the cup off the tray and over to the vanity so you could sip it slowly as you got ready for the day. Before you started changing, you remembered your tray, taking it to the door and opening it yourself. You definitely surprised the girl waiting there, as her eyes went as wide as the teacup saucer before curtsying and taking the tray from you, scurrying away without so much as a sound.
Your phone lit up as you grabbed it off the nightstand with a text message from Sky:
𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸! 𝘅𝘅
You texted her back:
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗜’𝗺 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿!
𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼
You dressed, styled your hair, and gathered as large a stack of books as you could carry. You wore a simple, black wrap dress, cut at a flattering length. No jewelry, as was your preference since you tended to fiddle with it too much. Your legs were covered in opaque tights that matched your skin tone, and you had pulled on some thick socks over them to wear comfortably underneath your black heeled boots. Once you had done up the laces you had taken a final look at yourself before hauling the massive set of books with you out the door. 
The butler greeted you with a stoic expression as soon as you wobbled out of the room. The top book fell from the stack, falling to the floor with a clatter that made you cringe. But before you could pick it up, he knelt silently and grabbed it for you. 
“Allow me, madam.” He spoke in a flat tone, not giving any indication whether he was annoyed or elated or somewhere in between. Either way, your arms and shoulders were relieved to hand him the stack of books you carried. “Follow me please.” He spoke evenly.
The two of you walked the length of the hallway, and upon beginning your descent of the grand staircase you blurted out, “What is your name?”
He did not flinch nor pause, he simply said, “Westley.”
“Well, thank you, Westley, for carrying my books for me; And for helping me with my suitcases yesterday as well.” 
“No thanks needed madam, I am pleased to assist anyone who is a guest in the Master’s home.”
You blushed a little at that, but your brain had more questions bubbling up to the surface like effervescence in a champagne bottle. You had to know more about Silco. “How long have you worked here?”
“Decades, though time passes differently around here.” The two of you reached the bottom of the staircase and veered off to the left. You kept in pace with Westley, though he seemed to walk with a faster pace than before as if he was eager to get rid of you.
“What do you mean by that?”
“How is it some folks say? ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’?” The lighthearted words sounded almost foreign coming from his toneless voice, but you nodded along politely. “I would say it’s like that, as it is a pleasure to work for the lord and provide him and his guests with whatever they need.” He stopped in the corridor in front of an open set of antique French doors. 
“This is the study madam.” He walked in first and placed the books, without so much as a grunt, on the otherwise empty light brown wooden desk on the right side of the room. He carefully drew the dust cover off of the coconut brown upholstered office chair behind the desk.
You marveled at the size of the room, it had to be at least two stories tall. This wasn’t just an ordinary study, it was more like a library. Slowly, you stepped forward and in, the rugs on the floor beckoning you. You tracked Westley around the room as he removed other sheets from the furniture, revealing a seating area to the right made up of two armchairs, a full couch, coffee table, and complete with a fireplace. Westley opened the thick curtains on the far side of the room, pulling an actual rope to get them to open. Your jaw dropped but you didn’t care, the windows looked like they were twenty feet high and provided a perfect view of a sculpture garden lit by the morning sun. The bright light flooded into the room like water filling a tub. The warm, golden light cascaded over the grand piano standing boldly near the window and reached all the way to the cases of books that lined the east and west walls of the room.
Though you wanted to run to the window and ogle over the statues outside, you walked further in and to the desk, passing Westley on his way out, sheets in hand. He cleared his throat and closed the door behind him and you had the chance to familiarize yourself with your surroundings for just a moment. So, you circled the desk and spread out the books that he had helped you carry. Your heart began to race as you heard heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway.
You flinched instinctively as the door was kicked open by the most interesting-looking, combat boot-clad girl that you had ever seen. Her calf-length cerulean braids swayed with the motion of her stomping into the room. Short, loose hair poked out in layers all around her face and ears, accentuating her rebellious look. She had a black crop top above a long-sleeve mesh top and black cargo pants. Every stomp she took towards the desk featured a clinking sound with the movement of the numerous buckles, belts, and chains that she wore. 
Interesting. You straighten your posture with your shoulders back and collect your bravery as you approach her. “Jinx?” Your voice was uncharacteristically soft and hesitant, but you were of the concern that a loud noise could possibly set her off. You hated to label someone before you even had a chance to speak to them, but you had gotten into the unfortunate habit from being a long-time teacher. It was a defense mechanism to size up the room so you could mold your teaching style to best fit the personalities of your students.
The girl huffed, crossing her arms in a shield across her chest and blowing a chunk of hair out of her eyes. “That’s me.” She stated matter-of-factly.
Saying to yourself that this may be your biggest challenge yet was an understatement. Even still, you were resilient and eager to break down this invisible wall between the two of you. Thus, you started with a small introduction, “I’m Y/N, I was hired to be your private tutor. I live in Piltover City where I used to be a full-time professor at the university. I like reading, spending time with my best friend Sky, and I am most interested in history and art. I just got here yesterday, but I am excited to learn about you and teach you what I can while I am here.”
She still didn’t look up at you. “Okay.”
It was clear that she was disengaged in the conversation, so you switched tactics. You chose your words warily, “Tell me, Jinx, what have you learned from your tutors up to this point? Actually, tell me what you’ve liked learning.”
She hummed, giving you a side eye through the curtain of her bangs. “I haven’t enjoyed anything. Schoolwork is boring.” Her attention resumed focus on picking one of her chipped nails. “But I guess one thing that I like to do is actually make things.”
“I see.” You mentally rearranged the days’ worth of work you had planned out. “Let's start then with music. Come on.” There was no need to look back to check that she followed, you heard her heavy footsteps. “Have you ever played the piano before?”
“Sure, it’s easy.” She mused, walking past you to sit on the bench. Jinx pursed her lips and cracked her knuckles, then each individual finger as you tried not to wince from the noise of it. She then ghosted her fingers over the tops of the keys, scanning for a note it seemed. Then she hammered out the most dreadful, eardrum-shattering noise. It was not even close to anything that could be considered music to put it mildly.
“Jinx! Hey, hey.” You sat next to her, making her stop, and opened the composition book you had in hand, propping it up on the piano. “Here, let’s try something actually easy.”
“Are you patronizing me?”
“No, no, not at all.” You insisted. “Here, just follow me. We are going to play simple chords.” You set your fingers lightly on the keys without pressing them. “Look, the way my fingers are placed corresponds to the notes on the page, and when you play them,” your three fingers on the keys pressed down and your foot found the sustain pedal.
Jinx squeezed closer to you on the bench, “That actually sounded kinda nice.” Her voice was riddled with disbelief. Still, she matched your finger position on the keys one octave down and pressed.
���Nice, let’s go through a few more chords and then I can teach you the melody, which you’ll play with your right hand.” The minutes gave way to hours, the sunlight from outside pitched the shadows as it moved towards the afternoon, and you mutually decided to break for lunch once Westley brought in sandwiches for the two of you.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent with the other books you brought with you, reading to Jinx and teaching her about the history of the town of Zaun. Surprisingly enough it seemed that she didn’t know a lot of the rich history ties of the town and important figures from the past. Some of what you read aloud to her she seemed exceptionally interested in, considerably so when you mentioned the Great War. She even sat up straight, well, straighter in her seat. 
You were in the middle of telling her about General Vander. “He was the reason for the turning point in the war. Coming from a simple background, people didn’t expect anything from him other than him participating in the war because he was of age and a man. At that point they didn’t allow women to fight, but I digress. You see, he had grown up more secluded than most, and his family raised and trained wolves, they also hunted with them. So, he raised a wolf army, and the oppressive forces were sent all the way back across the river. The pack behavior and hunting abilities of the wolves and soldiers the General trained were no match for the enemy. There were rumors that the wolf army was only active during the night, specifically during the full moon phase, but in my opinion this seems more like speculation.”
“Why is that?” Jinx asked, engrossed by the story.
“Well, because that would mean that werewolves were real, which they’re not. It hasn’t scientifically been proven, so I especially have a hard time believing that something like that is possible.”
“Just because something hasn’t been proven doesn’t mean that it’s not real.” 
You didn’t know when Silco came in since you were facing away from the study room doors, and the sudden intrusion gave you goosebumps. His silken voice ignited a siren inside you even though the words that he spoke were in contradiction to yours. That alone would - and it should have - piss you off under normal circumstances, but this was anything but normal. You swallowed thickly before regaining your ability to question him, “How so?”
“Let’s use the example that you just gave. Werewolves.” He crossed from behind your chair to stand behind Jinx, patting the crown of her azure head twice before settling his hands on the top of the tall armchair. “You can say they’re not real since you haven’t seen them, but how do you know someone hasn’t seen them? Not to mention other creatures talked about in stories over time. Those folk tales must come from some glimmer of truth, don’t you agree, miss Y/N?” 
“I live in the present, so, no.” You shook your head unconvincingly, for no other reason than to be defiant. “I think that myths and fairy tales are just that, stories fabricated over time to trick, to scare, and to enjoy - both listening and telling. I truly don’t think there’s such a thing as a werewolf. Just the same way that I don’t believe in the bogeyman, or -”
“What about vampires?” Jinx blurted out. She had this indescribable look on her face, somewhere between surprise and intense focus, awaiting your reply.
“Uh, probably no -” you interrupted yourself this time, looking at Silco. He was staring at Jinx in a way that made you palms clammy. He looked angry, not like he was going to yell at her or something, but like he was the ‘disappointed’ kind of angry. She was shrunken down in her armchair so much you thought she could have become a part of it. Not willing to bear the silence any longer you spoke, “Is there something wrong?” 
“Nope!” Jinx’s eyes met yours and she sprung up from the chair like she was released from a spell. “See ya later teacher lady!” She left the room in a jingling rush, swinging her arms in a wide circumference around her.
“Should I ask?” You started, an eyebrow raised at Silco, analyzing him again as he stood next to the newly vacant armchair. He wore an ever-so-slightly toned down version of what he wore last night. A dark brown button up shirt rolled up on the sleeves, exposing those damn forearms, tucked neatly into black trousers. Not to mention the ‘pièce de résistance’ of several buttons undone at the top of his shirt. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to focus on pain rather than devouring him with your impious gaze.
He sighed, finally answering your question, “No.”
“Well, she certainly is lively, I will say that at the very least.”
“Jinx has had difficulties warming up to her teachers in the past. She seems to have taken a liking to you, however.” He took two strides towards you and extended a hand. You took it, feeling a tingling in your fingers as you did, and rising from your chair with your book in your other hand. He led you toward the entrance of the study. “Join me for dinner.”  It’s less of a question, more of a plea.
“Sure.” You snuck a glance at him, gods that side profile of his. You were so caught up in appreciating his looks that you didn’t realize you were out of the study and in the hall. You shook yourself from your thoughts, “Oh wait, I need to get my things.”
“Don’t worry about that, my dear, I’ll have it sent back up to your room.” His fingers moved a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “I will see you soon.” With that he closed the doors to the study, effectively separating you two. You stood in the hallway holding your breath, lips twitching as your muscles couldn’t decide whether to smile or express shock. Eventually you shook your head as you turned on your heels to walk down the hallway, you knew that you’d be daydreaming about him the rest of the afternoon.
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pinkroulette · 1 year
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hello, i just wanted to make sure yall know that I'm still alive and i still hate fucking jilco
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kissettka · 2 years
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i was thinking you probably don't have enough of my silco posts, so here's a compilation of the silco profiles.
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because every time i see this i'm like
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mistiell · 1 year
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Crushing on morally grey characters and reading x reader fics about them knowing full well if anyone ever said shit like that to you irl you’d fully start crying >>>
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spirits-lament · 2 years
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⎯ ❛ Your eye… it still hurts sometimes? ❜
Alas, a scene from Chapter 5 of Drink With Me that had me reeling. @ink-and-dagger strikes again for writing the perfect slow burn to existence with rat man!
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linesfromzaun · 2 years
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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.”
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silcodreams · 3 months
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Nails
[Established Relationship][Young!Jinx][Modern Au][Fluff][Silco x Reader][Platonic Relationship with Jinx][GN][No Swearing]
Summary: Jinx paints your nails..
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You walked into Silco's office for your 'appointment', "Hey Jinx, I'm here for my appointment," You announced to Jinx who was sitting in Silco's chair, Jinx had convinced you to play 'Nail Salon' with her and you were her 'customer'.
"Good, your not late for your appointment," Jinx praised. "Well how could I be, I have a very important date," you explained, "Who's the lucky man?" Jinx questioned wriggling her eyebrows.
"Oh you probably would know him, very popular, good looking." You said with a smirk, "Jinx faked gagged, "Anyways, do you want the 'Jinx special' or the 'Jinx special'?" Jinx questioned.
You pretended to be thinking it over, "Hmm, I will have.. the 'Jinx special'." You 'finally' decided. "Excellent Choice," was Jinx's response.
She got up from the chair to grab the nail polish, you noticed the colors were similar to hers. "Oh so that's the 'Jinx special'?" You said with a smile. Jinx hummed in response. She sat back down and put her hand out as a silent question, you gave her your hand in response.
She went to work on painting your nails to match hers. You watched as Jinx had her tongue out in concentration, you smiled at how cute she looked concentrated she was.
The door to Silco's office opened revealing the sight of you and Jinx to Silco who now had a smile on his face. You glanced to the door where Silco stood.
"You need an 'appointment' if your getting your nails done." You explained to Silco. "Or do you work here?" You questioned with a smirk. "Yeah, you need an appointment, sir" Jinx said backing you up, taking a pause from painting your nails.
"I see you both are having fun with your game." Silco stated, "Your post to play along" Jinx whined. Silco let out a chuckle and went to the 'waiting room' which was the couch in his office.
Jinx continued to paint your nails, eventually moving on with your other hand, you admired her work on your right hand, which was left to dry. "You need to let it dry or it might smudge," Jinx scolded. You let out a chuckle and so did Silco who you forgot for a moment was there.
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After Jinx finished your nails and you 'payed', you walked over to Silco to show him your nails. He looked at them with a smile. "I was lucky to get a appointment today, otherwise I would have to fight one of Jinx's plushies for a spot," You said playfully, Jinx jumped up off of the chair and ran to your side hugging you, "Im closing for the day" Jinx announced, "I wonder what shop you will open up next" Silco questioned. "I'm not sure, maybe a zoo," Jinx responded. "I wouldn't be surprised considering all the stuffies you have," you giggled.
"Guess we will find out tomorrow," Jinx yawned.
Author's Note: I had difficulty finding a point for where to stop this fic tbh but I'm proud of how it came out and I hope you guys enjoy it. Also if there are any mistakes I didn't catch I apologize.
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