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at any given moment

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the four times you didn't and the one time you did - young!Silco x Reader

Notes: Ooph this was so fun to write - really rough quickies are becoming more alluring to me to write, especially when they are all desperate. The smut is only in the final section, so it can be skipped if desired. Warnings/Rating: MDNI, heavy flirting, arguing, alcohol consumption, mention of injury/near death experience, unprotected PiV sex, no foreplay, creampie, AFAB reader but no pronouns or phsical descriptors otherwise | 18+ for smut Wordcount: 3k Synopsis/Request: My dearest writer, could i ask for cocky, dom!young!Silco and brat!reader with female anatomy - smut or just situations filled with sexual tension like at the end of ur "loverboy" fic [which you can read here]. Not in an established relationship kinda way but flirty enemies to lovers? Please and thank you i love ur Silco fics 🧎‍➡️🧎‍➡️🧎‍➡️

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1. You tried to out drink him

“Drinking alone again?” 

Silco’s voice was grating as he sidled up to the bar beside you, practically purring into your ear. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you pressed your glass to your lips again. 

“Have you ever thought that I might like my own company?” You huffed, gesturing for Vander to give you a refill. He did so diligently, but not without a smug glance between the two of you. 

“Yes, I am sure that is the reason.” 

Vander handed him a drink of his own and you scowled as he slid onto the only empty barstool beside you. 

“You know, Silco, if you are looking for someone to drink with, you can just ask. You don’t have to project onto me.” 

He snickered, taking a quick sip, “Oh pet, you wouldn’t be able to hold up.” He raised a taunting eyebrow as he shot the rest of his drink back, thumping the glass back down on the bar top without breaking away from your gaze – a silent challenge that you were more than willing to accept. 

“What makes you so confident?” you quizzed, raising a brow yourself as you too emptied your glass, slamming it down beside his. Vander looked over at the sound, sighing with pre-emptive exhaustion as he realised his night was about to get a whole lot longer. 

“We both know you have less tolerance than a teenager,” Silco scoffed, pushing himself up to lean over the bar and reaching under to fetch out one of the bottles, putting it down between your glasses defiantly. “But if you really want to make a fool of yourself, be my guest.” he leaned back again, watching you astutely, a sickeningly smug smirk curling his lips. 

You scowled at him for a moment longer before snatching at the bottle and angrily twisting the cap, pouring you both out a nearly full glass each. 

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Your head felt like it was full of cotton wool as you watched him pour out the last of the bottle, dividing it messily between the two sticky glasses. You sneered smugly at the slight tremor in his hands. 

He slid the now empty bottle over the bar as he put it down before fishing up his glass and swirling it clumsily. You only looked at yours, however, the idea of swallowing another mouthful angering the sloshing contents of your stomach. 

He grinned as he pressed the glass to his lips again, drinking deliberately slowly as he eyed you over the rim. For a moment, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes fixed on the way the tip of his tongue darted out to catch a stray droplet as it ran over his lips. 

You remained transfixed as he leaned forward slightly, your heart practically stopping as he hovered just inches from you, eyes glancing down to your lips and back up again. You could smell the liquor on his breath as he huffed a clipped laugh. 

“I win.” he muttered. You were so distracted by his proximity you hadn’t realised he had stolen your glass from beside you until he was leaning away again and finishing it off himself, pushing it back across the bar to you as he stood shakily, composing himself as he ran a hand over his hair. 

“Until next time,” he sneered as he stepped away, disappearing through the crowds to the stairs. 

2. You didn’t like his plan 

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from your chest, pushing past your lips as you tried to conceal it as a cough, covering your mouth with your fingers as you looked down and away from Silco as he tried to explain the plan. 

“Do you have something to share?” he sneered, looking at you pointedly, face etched with irritation as his fingers stilled against the notebook. 

You shook your head, fingers still pressed to your lips. “No, not at all.” You struggled to drop your smirk as Vander looked at you with a raised brow.  

He rolled his eyes, going back to breaking the steps down, only for you to snigger again. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me gods.” 

“Sorry, it’s just – it’s … stupid.” You bit your lips as you threatened to chuckle again, only spurred on by the fact he was starting to go red around the ears, and not helped by the way Vander joined in with a snort, he too covering his mouth with a fist when his brother’s angry glare was redirected at him. 

“Since when did you encourage them?” he scoffed, cold eyes boring into him. 

Vander held his hands up in mock defence, shaking his head, “I am doing no such thing. You just look like an angry mongoose.” He chuckled again as Silco slammed the notebook closed with a huff. 

“You two are the reason nothing gets done around here,” he spat, seething as you continued to giggle, trying to calm yourself down with long breaths. “And what, pray tell, is so wrong with this plan?” he finally asked, turning back to you bitterly.

“You’re too dramatic with it all,” you shrugged, sliding the notebook from under his hand and reopening the pages. You pointed to a section, “This is only going to get you caught, for a start.” His eyes narrowed, “and I am not doing that.” you huffed, pushing the book back towards him. 

“Why not, you like to be a distraction at every other moment, why not put those efforts towards something useful for once?” he retorted, snatching the notebook back. 

You sniffed, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair, “Oh yeah? Make me.” 

His lips ticked up into a worrying grin, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Vander nearly choked on his breath, coughing roughly as Silco rolled his tongue over his lip, not once looking away from you as he mimicked your crossed arms. 

“You couldn’t make an obedient dog sit,” you shot back, eyes narrowing as you completely blanked a sniggering Vander beside you.

Irritatingly, his calm smile remained. “It’s so hot when you try to talk back.” 

You were stunned into silence, your jaw falling slack as you stuttered, grasping for a response and failing, skin heating up when he sniffed, “now, if you’ll let me get back to the plan—”

3. You tried to get back at him 

You breathed in and out slowly as you caught sight of him, leaning against the bar and far too closely to some patron as he poured what you could only imagine to be sickly sweet nothings in their ear. 

You plastered a smile on your face as you approached them, sliding your hand over his lower back and trying to suppress a laugh when he jumped, turning with a scowl that only deepened when he saw it was you. 

“Darling, there you are,” you toyed, drawing out your tone as he started to seethe, twitching to remove our arm from his waist. You turned with a sly grin to the patron, "he is always wandering off.” They tensed under your gaze, nodding tightly with an awkward smile as they picked up their drink and disappeared into the crowd quickly. 

Silco shoved you off him more roughly as they disappeared, glowering at you and parting his lips to speak, only for you to shut him up,

“Payback,” your lips twisted into a more sincere smirk as you picked up his drink and took a deliberate sip. 

“For what, exactly?” he seethed, snatching the glass from your grip. 

“For last week when you scared off my date.”

“It isn’t my fault that he was a drab of a man,” he scoffed. You hummed in mock agreement, 

“That isn’t any excuse to act so openly on your jealousy,” you pushed back, internally cheering at his suddenly flushed cheeks, watching intently as his frustration started to get the better of him. “You can just tell me you want me all to yourself,” you shrugged nonchalantly, eyes flicking up and down him teasingly. 

He moved so quickly you barely had time to register what was happening until he was stood so closely that his chest was nearly pressing against yours, the bar pressing uncomfortably into your lower back. His eyes were boring into yours with a mix of rage and something you couldn’t quite place. They flicked between yours quickly, his breath huffing from his nose in short, furious puffs. 

“Oh dove, you should know better than to try and tease me.” His voice came out low, so quiet and rough that he had not been standing so closely to you, you likely wouldn't have heard him. He leaned in imperceptibly closer, his lips hovering above yours as you gawped at him in shock, your mind stuttering and restarting as he flipped the tables completely – again. 

Before you could even think of thinking of a rebuttal, he stepped away, cold air suddenly filling the space he once stood as he turned, sauntering away from you in the direction of his previous interest with a cruel chuckle. 

4. You nearly died 

“What the hell happened?” Silco seethed as he burst into the basement, the door opening with such force you flinched, scared it would shatter with the impact against the wall. 

“I ran into a little trouble, that’s all,” you hissed as you pushed yourself to sit up on the patchwork sofa, eyes squeezing closed as you clutched at your side, pressing the bloody gauze down against the wound Felicia had so diligently patched up an hour before. 

“A little trouble?” he spat back, voice tight and clipped as he stamped down the stairs, “That isn’t what I heard. What did you think you were doing going after that supply shipment alone?” 

You had heard Silco angry on plenty of occasions before, but now he was downright scary. Your lips parted hesitantly, shrinking under his piercing eyes as your mouth dried out. He was outright furious. 

“You were always saying that we needed to do more. That nothing gets done around here,” you finally countered, pressing yourself up onto shaky legs, wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep for the next three days. 

He scoffed, “Oh, so you’re blaming me, are you?” 

You turned back to him bewildered, brows creased, “How have you managed to jump to that conclusion?” you scoffed, wincing as the sudden movement of your ribs sent a shock of pain down your side. 

He moved more quickly than you could register, his hands coming to support you by your hips as your knees threatened to buckle. His touch was gentle, a sharp contrast to his overall demeanor. “You are too reckless,” he warned, voice still ice cold as he hissed through his teeth, eyes unable to leave the bloodied spot on your ripped shirt. “You will get us all killed if you pull any more stunts like that.” 

He finally met your eyes again, sighing more softly when he caught the exhaustion on your features and realised the lack of fight you had in you, not even bothering to bite back at him. 

“Just — Don’t ever do that again.” His face was just inches from yours, his breath fanning hot over your cheeks. You flicked between his eyes, chest heaving quickly as you tried to process it all. “Let me help you.” 

He slung your arm around his waist carefully and made for the stairs. You didn’t dare mention how you could feel his pulse racing, or the shuddering breath he released as you leaned against him. 

5. He called your bluff

Your mind had wandered as you dried off the last of the glasses, stacking them mindlessly behind the bar ready for opening, chewing on the inside of your cheek as your eyes defocused. 

“You could make the staring less obvious.” Silco’s taunting purr snapped you from your thoughts, coming back to your senses as you realised you had zoned out staring in his direction, your skin heating up when you refocused on him reaching up on a step ladder to replace some of the top bottles. His shirt was riding up, showing off a hint of the dark trail of hair that ran down his lower abdomen. You swallowed thickly as your eyes drifted a little further down, your mind starting to wander again as a slow shiver settled in the base of your spine.  

You coughed tightly, putting down the glass you had been drying for the last five minutes. 

“I am not staring,” you huffed, pulling your eyes away as you placed the glass back on the shelf. 

He hummed sarcastically, stepping down and taking the towel from your hands, using it to wipe his own with a snarky grin, “You can always just admit it.” 

You exhaled slowly, trying to quell the anger in your chest, “Admit what, exactly?”

“That you want me to sleep with you.” 

You scoffed, feeling your skin go hot as you turned away, attempting to push past him. “Bite me.”

His arm stopped you, reaching out to wrap around your waist, bringing you shoulder to shoulder with him, his eyes never leaving your lips. You turned your head to look at him, the scowl etched deeply into your features melting into shock as he wet his lips, eyes flicking back up to yours slowly, “If you insist.” 

You both stood stock still for a second longer, the air around you suddenly feeling thick, the arm crossing the front of your waist feeling heavier until he was pulling you into him, twisting your body with his grip so that you were facing him and backing you against the bar. 

You crashed forward into him messily, lips moving fervently against his – all tongue and teeth and saliva – as both of your hands moved frantically against the other, pulling at clothes as your shared tension finally snapped. 

You groaned hungrily against his mouth, hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging on the strands, loosening them from his loose bun and eliciting a deep growl from his throat. His own hands were grasping desperately at your waist, bunching the fabric of your clothes, fingers slipping hungrily under the fabric to clutch at the skin, the rough calluses from the mines scratching deliciously. 

“I still hate you,” you gasped as he moved down the column of your throat, nipping at the skin and sending shocks of pain through your nerves, straight to your core. 

He chuckled lowly against the skin, lips tickling. “I don’t doubt it.”

His fingers left your waist and pulled at the buckle of his belt, your own hands working furiously to loosen your waistband, pushing the fabric down your legs as he freed his cock from the confines of his underwear.

In any other situation you would have sunk to your knees and pulled him between your lips, torturing him for hours, but he was already back on you as soon as your legs were free from your clothing, lifting you and using the bar as leverage, not caring how it would dig into your lower back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing the tip of his weeping cock to press against your dripping folds. You would have been embarrassed how riled up he had gotten you without even touching you, but your mind was too hazy with a mix of hate and lust. 

He pushed upwards into you, letting you sink onto him and splitting your lips with his cock. You groaned lowly, jaw falling slack and eyes scrunching closed at the mild sting as he bullied into you without hesitation. 

His breaths came out in rough grunts as he pistoned his hips up into you, your nails digging into his shirt as you clung onto him, bracing yourself against each rough, near animalistic thrust, his balls slapping against you with each roll of his hips. 

You bit your lip so hard you worried it would bleed as he growled into your ear, teeth coming to nip at your earlobe. “If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I would have done it sooner,” he breathed, cocky grin back on his lips as he pulled away again, eyes dropped down to where you swallowed him, your slick creaming around the base of his cock with each shallow thrust. 

You couldn’t find it within yourself to care as he shuffled you in his grip slightly, angling his cock to drag along your front wall deliciously, forcing the air from your lungs as you mewled. 

You brought one hand down from his shoulder shakily to brush against your clit, your fingers moving frantically as you pulled yourself closer and closer to the edge, the sounds of your slick echoing around the bar only turning you on more. 

“Fuck, keep doing that,” Silco gasped, his brow furrowing as your walls quivered around him with the extra stimulation. 

“Not gonna last–” you puffed, your head dropping back as your legs tensed around his hips, the prominent bones digging into your thighs painfully. 

“Me neither,” he managed to pant, chin dropping to his chest with exertion, his hair clinging to his forehead. 

You shuddered, making it harder for him to hold onto you as your high pitched whine resonating through the empty bar, the tension in your stomach snapping abruptly, your walls clenching around his member and nearly forcing him out as your climax crashed down on you. 

His grip tightened on you, both to keep himself buried in your sopping cunt and to ground himself as he painted your walls with his release, hot spurts filling you as he buried himself to the hilt instinctively, forehead falling to your chest as you heaved, elbows shakily coming to rest against the bar behind you as he slowly eased himself out. 

You cringed at the loss,  a mixture of his cum and your slick drooling down your thighs as he placed you down on shaky legs, wiping himself off with the abandoned bar towel before handing it to you. 

You had just finished doing up your trousers again, Silco retying his hair in a strangely comfortable silence as the office door opened on the mezzanine above you, the two of you turning quickly like deer in headlights as it creaked. 

“I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” Vander’s voice rumbled from the top of the stairs, “But never do that in my bar again. Now clean up!” 

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Reblog if you think the girl on the left is just as beautiful as the girl on the right

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I wanna help plan a revolution with him 😩✋🏻

Y O U N G S I L C O — ARCANE 2

[pinklunarprincess]

Hi hi hi!! I legit JUST started Arcane and I saw you wanted some Viktor requests, so I was wondering if you could write something that’s reader insert, and the reader is trying to get Viktor to take a break, so they a resorting to smothering him in kisses 🤭

Sorry this is so late and so short, I hope you enjoy anyway <3 wc: 816

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It isn’t as quiet in the lab after hours as you’d expect, you’ve come to realize in the past few months. There isn’t nearly as much chatter or foot traffic as there is during office hours, for obvious reasons, but the monotonous hum of electricity, the whirring of electric cooling systems and occasional burble of liquid ones have become something like white noise to you by now, with how much time you spend in your cozy, makeshift corner of the lab.

By this hour, most of the academy is asleep or getting there. But not you, and certainly not your Viktor. The tousled mess of his hair is just barely visible over the spine of your book, and you listen to him sigh for the umpteenth time in the past hour before muttering to himself in a language you’ve yet to quite understand.

With a small sigh of your own, you close your book after marking your page, stretching your arms overhead with a quiet grunt before rising to your feet. He doesn’t turn to look at you as you cross the short distance to stand behind him, and startles rather violently when you place your hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his chest.

“You scared me.” He chuckles softly, palms covering the backs of your hands and rubbing sweet lines into the skin of your wrists with his thumbs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders ebb little by little as you kiss your way from his collar to the underside of his jaw, and he tilts his head ever so slightly to allow you more access to the pale column of his throat.

“Sorry.” It’s half-hearted and hummed into the side of his larynx as you press your lips to his pulse point, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin there when you smile at the way he shudders.

With a frustrated huff, he spins in his chair to face you, taking your hips in his hands and glaring playfully up at your smug grin. “Must you be such a distraction?”

“When you’re still sat here despite it being several hours past the end of your work day?” You start sarcastically, letting him guide you to stand between his legs, “I should think so.”

He sighs at you, and you know you likely won’t get very far convincing him if you don’t find a way to coax him out of the lab. Cradling his face in your palms, you dip down slowly, watching him abandon his annoyed act in favour of staring at your lips. You pause just as your bottom lip ghosts over his cupid’s bow, angling your face slightly to press the tip of your nose into the side of his. His breath fans over your mouth, easy breaths warming your skin. Ever impatient, you feel one of his hands slide up to the nape of your neck, giving the flesh there an affectionate squeeze as he pulls you closer, kissing you tenderly. You indulge him, until he nips at your bottom lip, a silent request to taste you. Pulling back just enough to speak, you feel his confusion in the way his thumb caressing the soft palette behind your ear, always concerned with your well being.

“Come to bed.” You whisper before he can ask why you pulled away. Confliction paints itself blatantly over his features, and you know with just a little more persuasion, you’ll have him.

“Ten more minutes.” You kiss him again, softly and suddenly, and his hand slides from your neck to your cheek.

“Five-.” He breaks away to reason, only to receive his ‘not good enough’ by way of another kiss. Finally, he chuckles through his nose, his laughter puffing rhythmically over the apple of your cheek. You pull back, and he huffs dramatically, “Ugh, fine, you win.”

Triumphant, you grin at your victory, leaning down to pepper his face with kisses.

“Okay, alright-!” He laughs, catching your face between his hands and kissing you properly before pulling back, smiling with a tired softness, “To bed with both of us, hm?”

“Finally.” You reply dramatically as you step out of his embrace to grab your bag as he stands.

“Oh, enough with your sass.” He replies, knocking your ankle lightly with the tip of his cane, “I could very easily change my mind.”

“Mhm.” You hum disbelievingly as you watch him continue to pack up his things. He shoots you a look out of the corner of his eye that quickly turns into an eye roll when you pucker your lips and make comical mwah sound at him.

“Hush.” He chuckles, slipping into his coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder before offering you his arm. You hook your elbow around his gladly, making your way out of the lab towards some much, much needed rest.

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life's too short - Viktor x gn!Reader Smut

Notes: I think this is so much softer and more emotional than any of us were expecting 😳 the anon specifically mentioned a GN!Reader for this, so I kept it to oral so as not to describe the reader physically, I hope thats okay! I read that Viktor moved to the Academy at 19, and this is set around Season 1 act 2/3, making him and the reader around 30-1 for this fic. Warnings/Rating: MDNI Smut, oral (male receiving), making out, angst, whiney/subby Viktor, swearing, reader is a prostitute | 18+ for smut Wordcount: 3.2k Synopsis/Request: Hii just a lil request for Jayce or Viktor (your choice) wanting to try something new and visiting a brothel in Zaun for the first time and meeting an old face 🫣 gn reader!!

Masterlist | Dialogue Prompt list

He usually prides himself on managing his stress levels fairly well. Or at least managing to hide his stress well enough that he didn’t have people asking him if he needed a break, or pestering him about taking it easy. 

This month in particular, however, had been too much, even by his standards. 

Between Jayce spending less time in the lab and doctors pestering him every few days about treatment plans, he was close to breaking point and nothing had been able to release it. Not even his well-practised hand had been able to work the tension from his body sufficiently. 

It was true that it had been a painfully long time since he had managed to get his dick wet. Between his illness and the demands of Hextech, there wasn’t exactly time to meet anyone, and his worsening leg meant he wasn’t as fond of stumbling home with someone from a bar as he had been when he was just a 20-something student at the academy. 

He was, to put it simply, pent up. And admitting it to himself had only led him to one conclusion. He needed to get laid. And there was only one place to do that quickly with no questions asked. 

He ducked into the establishment quietly, the thrum of nerves bubbling in his chest as he stepped awkwardly down the corridor, lavisous sounds echoing from rooms beside him as he raised his knuckles to knock on the office door and swallowing thickly when it opened. 

The old Yordle that opened it looked him up and down quickly, a well-practised smile etched on her worn face. “What will it be, sugar?” she drawled, leaning against the door frame and eyeing up his suit. He had changed from his uniform, but all his clothes now screamed Piltie, even when he tried to dress subdued. Whatever he wore, they still all felt so alien to him. 

“Ehm, a-anyone,” he eked out nervously, more unsure of himself now than he had been in years.  

She huffed a soft laugh, taking a drag of her cigarette, “You’re down home now, sweetheart, no need to look so scared,” she drawled, setting his hairs on end as she saw right through him. She nodded down the corridor, “room six. I know what you need. Pay on your way out.” 

He nodded a polite thank you before he made down the corridor again, eyes flicking anxiously from room to room until he found six, stepping through the curtain and relieving a long breath as he sat back on the old, worn velvet couch. His gaze flicked around the room as he waited, unable to settle on any one specific thing as nerves bubbled in his chest, wondering if this is really what would fix the tension between his temples. 

His breath hitched in his throat when the curtain pulled to the side, his jaw falling slack and mouth drying when his eyes fell on your face. He could feel the blood drain from his cheeks, his heart hammering behind his ribs so roughly he was worried that it would fracture them. 

“Viktor?” Your voice was more of a confused gasp than anything else. He shuffled on the work velvet seat to sit more upright, fingers gripping his cane so tightly he was surprised it didn’t break. He simply gawped at you for a moment, his brain rendered near empty upon seeing you for the first time since he left for the Academy. Save for one thought — fuck. 

He swallowed thickly, watching you tighten your robe around you, registering the panic in your movements and struggling to find words. “Wha-what are you doing here?” Your words came out strained. 

He could almost feel the embarrassment rolling off you in waves and his heart clenched, a sudden guilt weighing heavily in his stomach at what had become of the two of you. What he had risen to and left you to bear. 

“What are you doing here?” He returned your question, his throat tight. In all his times imagining seeing you again, not once did he imagine this. 

You looked anywhere but him for a moment, eyes fixing on where his hands rested on his cane to avoid his hazel eyes. “Not all of us get fancy academy jobs,” you huffed an awkward laugh, but he saw how your fingers clenched at the fabric of your robe.

The fabric covered little more than the limits of your torso, riding high on your thighs so as to leave once a little to the imagination. The neckline cut deeply, too, or would do when you didn’t have it pulled firmly around yourself, to show off the deep v of your chest down to your sternum. 

He tore his eyes away, flicking back to your own as you finally met his gaze, skin flushing a deep red in the shame of being caught staring. 

He started to press his weight into his cane, moving to stand, “this was a mistake, I should go.” He shook his head to try and clear them of his guilty thoughts, only for you to stop him, your hand pushing against his shoulder as he moved to step past you. 

You looked at him, doe eyed, your lips slightly parted as you looked him up and down subtly. At this proximity, he could feel your breath hitch slightly as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. 

“You look good, Viktor.” 

His name dropping from your lips had always made him weak, but now it was damn near melting him. There was still a sickening churning in his stomach, however. 

“Please, don’t run your routine on me. Not you.” He rasped, although he was finding it difficult to look away. Your grasp on his shoulder was weak – he could easily push past you and continue out if he wanted to. Yet his feet stayed rooted firmly to the ground. 

“I’m not,” you faltered, hurt returning to your eyes. “I– I just didn’t expect to see you again. Let alone here. It’s been so long.” 

He huffed a sad laugh, “eleven years and eight months, to be precise.” He felt something in his sternum flutter when you chuckled – a genuine warm sound that resounded in his head. 

You both settled into silence that skirted around being comfortable as you just looked at each other, as if you were both silently mapping each other's features to compare them to what you had memorized all those years ago. 

“You can just stay and chat, you know,” you offered quietly, your voice unsure again as you gestured loosely to the couch. “We don’t all just…” you trailed off and he saw your throat bob with an awkward swallow. 

He nodded softly, “of course,” watching you sit across the couch with one arm folded on the back, head resting lightly on your fist before he slid tentatively beside you, easing back into the cushions, unable to tear his gaze away. 

“How’s life in the big city?” You asked, your eyes softening. 

His lips ticked up into a wistful smile, “almost everything we ever imagined.” 

“Almost?” You teased softly, brow raising. 

He hesitated for a moment, wetting his lips as he tried to work out the best way of saying it was nothing without you there to share it with him without scaring you off. 

He remembered the last time he saw you vividly. How you had helped him drag his only suitcase into the cable car, letting you babble on and on about him coming to visit because he knew if you stopped talking you would have cried. And he hated seeing you cry. 

His skin still tingled whenever he thought of the night before, how you had both fallen into your cramped bed together, waking up limbs tangled and wearing nothing but your sheets. 

He remembered how he had promised to come back, only to never find the courage. It hurt him too much to see what he had left you to, his guilt eating away at him for years as he slept in golden gilded apartments and wore well fitting clothes that didn’t have holes in them. Because he didn’t deserve them, and he was sure as hell you’d only grow resentful of them. And rightly so. How him not coming back was better for both of you, letting you move on.

You had both been so young, after all. 

“All that time topside finally worn out your brain?” You teased, your hand coming to rest on his softly, flinching him out of his thoughts. The touch only made it harder for him to focus, his head swimming. 

He finally let out a breathy chuckle, “no, sorry.” He took another deep inhale, “it’s very…” he trailed off, trying to find the right word. He didn’t miss how your eyes flicked over his well-fitting suit. 

“Different?” You filled in for him, sounding quieter and his heart clenched. 

He shuffled awkwardly, moving his hand from under yours. “Yes, different.” He paused for a moment more, building the courage to look at you again. “How have you been?” 

Your lips pressed into a tight, practised smile. “I’m okay. Better than a lot of the others.” Despite your tight tone you sounded genuine. “I’m well looked after here, I always have a meal on the table – It’s not too bad really. Babette looks out for us all.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit,” he hated how pathetic his voice sounded, choking out awkwardly. 

Your small shrug hurt. “It’s okay, like you say, it’s busy up there.” Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. 

“That’s no excuse,” he rushed to chastise himself. “I never forgot about you, you know that, don’t you?” 

A look of genuine shock crossed your features momentarily, but you hid it well. “I know,” it was a lie. He could tell. 

He reached out gently again, his hand clasping yours and encouraging you to look at him. He prayed you couldn’t feel the way his skin clammed up as his heart raced, desperate to have your eyes on him again. “I mean it. I thought about you every day – to the point of distraction,” his voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “Despite it all, I never stopped loving you.”

His panic set in as he watched you process his words, sitting silently and pulling in a breath that racked your chest. “After all this time?” 

His eyes flicked down to your lips fleetingly, forcing down the lump in his throat, “Of course. I think a part of me knew if I came back I wouldn’t be able to leave you again. It was hard enough the first time, and I don’t think I want to do it again–” 

He was cut off by your lips pressing to his, his mind immediately going blank as you pushed yourself onto his lap. His hands immediately flew to your hips to steady you against him, groaning as you squeezed your thighs around him gently, breathing in your scent as it washed over him in nostalgic waves. 

Your lips rolled over his messily, your brow lightly furrowed as you cupped his sallow cheeks in your soft hands, kissing him with all the desperation you could muster. It was rushed and unpractised as you bit his lower lip gently, dragging a gasp from his lungs, your tongue instantly taking advantage of it to roll your tongue over his tantalizingly. In an instant, he was 19 again, with you beneath him in your bed. 

You pulled away slightly for breath, dragging your lips down his neck as his head tilted back to allow you, your hand instinctively weaving itself into his hair at the nape of his neck. The strands were longer now but you didn't seem to mind as you tangled it around your fingers and tugged gently, eliciting a shockingly pathetic whine from his lips – one that had him flushing with embarrassment as he realised just how touch starved he had been. 

“Let me take care of you, please?” you muttered against his skin. He swallowed roughly, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath your lips. 

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to,” you interrupted him. He searched your eyes for a moment, “It will be nice not having to pretend it's you for a change,” you admitted softly, eyes leaving his for a moment in shame. 

He brought his fingers up gingerly to your jaw, fingers softly lifting your eyes back up to meet his. “You’ll never have to pretend again,” he promised sincerely, lips ticking into an emotional smile as you bit your lip. 

You surged forward again, hot kisses more fervent now as you grinned against his lips, hands finding the sensitive spot against his scalp again and tugging a little more roughly, again pulling a whiney groan from his lips. 

“You haven’t changed, I see?” you teased as your lips made their way down his skin again as his fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, kissing each inch of skin as he freed it from the soft fabric. 

“Let me,” you purred softly as you batted his hands away from where they trembled against his belt buckle, your dexterous fingers making light work of it and flicking open the buttons beneath. You had let your kimono fall more loosely around you now, the deep V showing off more of your skin. His eyes trailed down shamelessly and he brought a hand up gingerly, trailing his fingers over the soft expanse of your abdomen, smirking when you shivered under his touch. You stopped him, your hand clasping his wrist tenderly, “Just wanna help you,” you pleaded softly, “at least this time, at least here.” 

He nodded shakily, your fingers drifting over his growing bulge as you slid down between his parted legs to your knees, fingers trailing down his thigh and over the mechanical brace that encased his leg. 

“Let me,” he offered uneasily, trembling fingers ghosting over yours as he struggled with the releases for a moment until they popped out of place, thankful you didn’t choose now to start your inevitable questions as he shoved it to one side and let you drag his trousers down, lifting his hips as best he could to help you and letting his cock spring free with a hiss. 

He watched as your tongue darted out to wet your lips, hands dragging themselves over the pale skin of his thighs towards where his leaking cock lay flush against his stomach, tip dark pink and flushing as it leaked precum. It was astounding the effect you still had on him. 

You leaned forward slowly, dragging your tongue up the thick vein that ran along the underside and he sighed, fingers digging into the pillows beside him as his head fell back at the slightest of touches. 

“Gonna take care of you,” you sighed, one hand wrapping slowly around the base of his cock and squeezing in a tight ring, trapping the blood for just a moment and leaving him gasping. “So hungry for touch, hm?” 

He nodded pathetically, hips bucking against your hand as you breath fanned over him. You chuckled lovingly, placing a barely-there kiss to the weeping slit. “Missed you, Viktor.” 

He didn’t have time to process a response before you sunk down on him, splitting your lips around his cock and sucking him in, bottoming out with a small gag. 

He whined at the warmth of your cheeks as they surrounded him, hollowing as you pulled off of him with a pop, working him with your hand, your saliva drooling down him and acting as lube as you pumped him, circling your wrist as you did so. 

His back arched away from the cushions as you pulled him between your lips again, twirling your tongue around the tip and flicking attentively at the slit, lapping up his salty precum loyally before sinking back down around him again, bobbing your head halfway down his cock teasingly. 

He pulled his head back up shakily, cracking his eyes open to watch you as you swallowed around him, hand and head moving in perfect unison around him, bringing him to the brink before easing off with practised ease. He was surprised he didn’t cum just from a brush of your fingers it had been so long. 

He brought his hand to your head experientially, pressing down on your scalp gently and you took the hint, sinking back down him fully until his tip nudged the back of your throat, forcing a gag that had your eyes watering. 

He whimpered as his balls clenched, ���Y-you’re so good at this – take me s-so well.” Every syllable was effort as you doubled down on your movements, slurping loudly on his cock as your drool dropped down his shaft to his balls. He was well aware that his hair was plastered to his forehead at this point, sweat beading along his skin as he sunk down on the couch, struggling to support his own weight as his mind turned to jelly, every inch of his skin on fire under your touch. Even his loose, undone shirt was sticking to his torso as his bare chest heaved. 

“Ahh- nghh,” He practically cried when your spare hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them curiously between your fingers. His fingers tightened their grip on your head as he bucked up into you uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut again as his heels dug into the floor for leverage. His movements were pathetic against you, rutting into you like a teenager again as he grasped for you, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, mixed with words in a language he knew you wouldn’t understand as the tension in his stomach built, his balls and cock twitching in your grasp. 

“Gonna–” he could barely croak out the word as the band snapped. He came in hot spurts, whining and thrashing as he released into your throat, coating your tongue with his spend as you lapped it up, pressing him deeper into your mouth as you continued to work him through his orgasm, fingers still squeezing his balls for every drop even when he was whimpering and pulling his hips away from you, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. As you slowed, letting his slowly softening cock go with a few final attentive licks, cleaning his slit of his sticky spend. 

He laid there for a moment, eyes still closed as he gasped for breath, only half aware of you moving until he felt a soft cloth on him, eyes fluttering open to see you cleaning him up diligently. He rushed to stop you, flushing with awkwardness only for you to bat him away with a soft smile, tossing the cloth to the side before helping him with his clothes again, tucking yourself back by his side as he buttoned up his shirt. 

“I want you to come with me,” he muttered softly, fingers brushing across your cheek after tightening his brace again. 

“Vik-” 

“No, no protests,” he shook his head, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I am not leaving you behind again. Life’s too short.” he ignored your worried look as he kissed you again, stopping any questions before they could form on your lips. “Get your things together. I’m doing what I should have done years ago.” 

[pinklunarprincess]

last weekend - young!Silco x f!Reader

Notes: This has a bit more build up than I anticipated but I kinda love it! Also love writing rough quickies - I think I wanna do more! Warnings/Rating: MDNI, fingering, PiV sex, semi-public sex (in an alleyway), rough quickie, swearing, mild alcohol consumption | 18+ for smut Wordcount: 2.1k Synopsis/Request: “You've got quite a mouth on you, don't you? Someone should teach you what to do with it.” “Woah.” “Don’t smile at me like that.” ~ maybe all of these could work together for a smutty fluffy Young!Silco writing?(maybe Vander and Felicia can be in it?) i’m IN LOVE with your work! you seriously have a wonderful talent for writing and i’m glad you even took the time to read and or write this and anything else you come out with!!! 🫶🏻 thank you - @sevikashimmerstrap

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“Is Silco around?” you leaned over the bar for Felicia to hear you better, pressing on your elbows against the sticky top as she poured a drink. 

“I think he went out for a smoke a while ago, his usual spot,” she smirked with a huff of a laugh, handing the glass to the patron beside you before turning to you, wiping her hands on a towel and fixing you with a smug look. 

You frowned, wrapping your lips around your straw and cocking your head a little , “What?” Your voice was muffled as you held the straw between your teeth. 

“You’re going to play this game with me?” she goaded you with a grin, leaning on the bar beside you. 

“I’m not playing any game,” you muttered, looking away from her interrogating stare. 

“Oh, so you two didn’t hook up last weekend then?” she asked pointedly, watching you closely for your reaction. She needn’t have paid you too close attention though as you spluttered on your drink, coughing roughly as you dropped your straw and covered your mouth with your fist. She smiled, satisfied, “I thought so.” 

“How do you know about that?” you hissed, looking around you quickly to check no one else you knew was hovering nearby. 

She snorted a laugh, dropping her tone to match yours, “you two were drinking together all night, you both disappeared at the same time, and then you both danced around each other all week, only looking at one another when you think the other is distracted. It doesn’t take a genius to put it together,” she shrugged and you felt your skin heat up. 

“Who else knows?” you pressed. 

“Only me as far as I know. I said it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, but you still need something going on up there.” she teased, looking over her shoulder at Vander and Connoll. 

You ditched your straw and went for downing the rest of your drink in one go instead. It was true that you and Silco hadn’t exactly spoken about what had happened last week. You hadn’t really spoken about anything at all, which was a sheer departure to your usual thick-as-thieves act. He had, quite frankly, ignored you for most of it, always finding a reason to be elsewhere whenever you entered a room. 

You had had your fair share of one night stands that had ended in the cold shoulder, but Silco’s hurt. He had been your closest friend, after all. 

“He is out there alone, by the way…” Felicia added as she poured another beer. 

“Why would that make a difference?” you dismissed her, but it piqued your interest. You picked at the edge of a beer mat to avoid looking at her, but you knew she was rolling her eyes. 

“Don’t make me spell it out for you,” she sighed, resting her hand on her hip as she looked at you pointedly. She snatched the empty glass from in front of you, “Besides I am cutting you off for the night,” she turned, hiding her grin. 

“What!? I have only had two!” you protested, tossing the beer mat at her gently. 

“Well, I guess you have no choice but to go and get some fresh air.” You could hear her smirk. 

You would have been lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to go back there. You hadn’t been able to get the way he had kissed you out of your head all week, and worse of all, you hadn’t been able to get yourself off without thinking about him and those damn fingers… the way they had spread you open and trailed over your body… You pressed yourself up with a dramatic huff, laying it on thick as you padded to the back door, Felicia’s laugh following you as you trailed out. 

You breathed out slowly as you leaned your weight against the back door, pressing it open and stepping out into the dark alleyway, your breath hitching in your throat when you saw him, leaning against the wall with a well-burnt cigarette pressed between his lips. 

He glanced to the side as you stepped out, his shoulders tensing a little as he saw you. You smiled pathetically, as you let the door fall shut behind you. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up,” his voice was a purr as he exhaled, puffing out a soft cloud of smoke as he watched you. 

“Oh so you’ve been thinking about me?” you teased, wandering over to him slowly and leaning on the wall opposite him, hands pressed behind your back, watching him with a smirk. 

“Don’t smile at me like that,” he shook his head as he exhaled, looking down at the floor briefly before wetting his lips and looking back up to you. 

“I’m not doing anything,” you laughed, but you knew exactly what you were doing, despite the alcohol buzzing mildly through your veins. 

“Sure you’re not.” You both fell into silence again as he finished the last of his cigarette and tossed it to the floor, stubbing it out with his boot.

“Are we gonna talk about last weekend?” you finally asked, sticking your tongue in your cheek as you averted your gaze, scuffing your shoe against the floor slowly, almost afraid to see his reaction. 

“Is there anything to talk about?” he too dropped his gaze, picking at the skin of his thumb.

“I think fucking my best friend and them him ignoring me for a week is something,” you scoffed, trying to sound blasé about it, even if you heart was hammering in your chest. You bought your lower lip between your teeth and bit on it, trying to suppress a week's worth of frustration. “Do you regret it?” you added quickly, flicking your gaze up cautiously, only to meet his eyes by accident, neither of you able to look away. 

He didn't answer. Something in his posture changed, however, his muscles stiffening, finger stilling its picking against his thumb as he looked over you subtly. Silco was not usually the type of man to hide what he was really thinking. Not when it came to you, at least, but his face was near blank, his cold eyes giving nothing away. 

“Do you?” he finally retorted, voice low and unsure. 

“You’re deflecting.” You watched as he pulled his cheek between his teeth. “Because I think you enjoyed it, and you’re avoiding me because you cant stop thinking about fucking me again.” 

You’re not sure where your brazenness came from, your words shocking even yourself as you watched for his reaction, slowly closing the gap between you as you pushed off the wall and moved to stand in front of him. 

He shifted on his feet, widening his stance just as little. Your eyes flicked down to see his already tight trousers growing tighter. “You have quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” he taunted. “Someone should teach you what to do with it.”

“Are you offering?” 

He grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you quickly so your back was pressed against the rough brick wall. “Woah,” you muttered softly as the air was pushed from your lungs. 

“Do you want the truth?” he nearly growled, breath fanning over your face as he glanced at your lips, caging you against the wall. He didn’t let you answer, “I don’t regret it. Not a bit. I had been thinking of doing that to you for years.” 

You gawped at him, dumbstruck, your lips parted in surprise, watching as his eyes flicked to your lips again as he wetted his own. His knee came to press between yours, forcing your legs apart gently. It took all of your self control to not lean your hips into his. 

“I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose,” his voice was nearly a growl at this point, meeting your eyes again, flicking between them, searching them for something you weren’t sure of, “I just couldn’t be around you without my dick getting hard.” His hand grasped your hips roughly, pulling you off the wall slightly and into him so you could feel your affect on him, the hard bulge in his trousers sending heat to your core. 

“Why not do something about it?” your voice  sounded far less sure than you had intended it too, cracking as his eyes flicked down to your lips, a cocky grin lighting up his face when you stuttered. 

“Don’t tease,” he warned lowly, bringing his lips down to  hover above yours. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go back if you let me have you again.”

Your pulse stuttered under the heavy implication, lips parting as you drew in a surprised breath, trying to muster the strength to reply, fighting against the haze that clouded your senses. 

Failing, you resorted to leaning up against him instead, pressing your lips to his hesitantly, holding your breath. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, a week’s worth of pent up frustration boiling over as kissed you hungrily, hands pressing your hips against the wall suddenly as he caged you in, tongue wasting no time in rolling over yours as he dominated your mouth, pulling a moan from your throat as the wind was knocked from your lungs. 

It was a complete switch to the gentle way he had loved on you last time, but you were just as responsive to his touch. His tender trailing kisses exchanged for tongue and teeth as he devoured you, his knee pressing more roughly between your legs, forcing you to part them as you bucked needily against his thigh, wriggling in his rough grasp. 

“Do you know how many times I have thought about this this week alone?” his voice was rough and gravelly in your ear as he pulled away, trailing searing hot kisses down the column of your throat. “Could barely sit in the same room as you without wanting to bend you over the table and have what’s mine.” 

“Sil!...” you were panting, trying to draw breath in hungrily as your heart hammered in your chest. You were sure he could feel it beneath his lips as he sucked against your pulse point, fingers finally leaving your hips to trail along your waist band. 

“Wanted you for so long, had to sit there watching all those other fools try it on with you for years,” he seethed, breath fanning against your skin as he came back up to capture your lips with his again, distracting you from the fact his fingers had slipped past your waistband now and were working to cup your sex. 

Your lips parted in a groan when his fingers pressed through the soaking folds, eyes fluttering shut and head falling down onto his shoulder as he rolled your clit between his slender fingers. 

He huffed indignantly above you, rolling his calloused fingers at a torturously slow pace as you panted against him, fingers clutching at his forearms for support as your knees threatened to buckle. “Those noises of yours are so pretty,” you were too enraptured to pay attention to the teasing tone of his voice as he dropped his lips to the shell of your ear, “but you don’t want all of the lanes to know what I do to you, do you?” he taunted just as he pressed two fingers into your dripping slit. A low throaty moan ripped from your throat as he pistoned them slowly, restricted slightly by your underwear, but enough to drag deliciously over your front wall. 

He shushed you, but didn’t slow his movements, alternating between fucking you with his fingers and rolling over your clit. “I’ll stop,” he threatened and you chuckled breathily. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” You peeled a hand from his arm to cup his hard-on, squeezing softly and forcing his facade to crack just slightly, pulling his lip between his teeth. 

He pulled his fingers from you almost immediately and you whined, bucking against him only for him to grab your hips again and turn you, pushing your chest against the wall. 

“I will have to make this quick, then, won’t I?” He practically purred in your ear as he caged you against the damp brickwork, pulling roughly at your pants until they hung loosely around your knees, the cold air of the alley making you gasp, skin heating up with embarrassment. 

“Silco! –” you started, but were cut off by the sound of his own belt clinking and the velvet tip of his cock brushing between your puffy folds, mixing his leaking precum with your slick. 

He pressed forward suddenly, sinking into your wet heat with little resistance. The immediate stretch forced a groan from your throat, your brows furrowing and lips parting as you willed your muscles to relax around him. His hands wrapped around your hips for leverage, clipped fingernails digging into the now exposed skin forcing you a few steps away from the wall as you arched your back for him pathetically, desperate for him to move. 

He dragged out of you slowly, almost completely, eyes fixed on where you creamed around him before pressing forward again, a small groan forcing itself from his throat as your walls practically sucked him in, clenching around him needily. 

“It was like you were made for me,” he groaned as he started to pick up his pace, fucking up into you desperately, losing some of his prized self-control as he grew more drunk on your pussy. 

“Always yours,” you muttered between breaths. His hips stuttered at your admission before he started to rut against you frantically. He would have plenty of time to slow down with you when you weren’t spread out for him so sinfully in the back alley. Right now, however, with your arse bouncing with every thrust as you clung onto the wall, all he could think about was burying himself as deeply in your warm cunt as he could, the sounds of your slick reverberating in his mind and taking the place of any coherent thoughts. 

The rough brick wall scratched your palms as you tried to steady yourself against his thrusts, his hips snapping against yours sharply, his hip bones digging into the flesh of your arse each time he bottomed out, working you with a relentless pace, his balls slapping against you as he fucked into you harder as hs trusts turned almost animalistic – merciless as he finally fucked out a week’s worth of pent up frustration. 

You worried your lower lip between your teeth, biting down so roughly you worried it would bruise as you tried to swallow your moans, especially when one of his hands wrapped around your waist, fingers brushing against your pulsing clit messily. 

“F-fuck, Sil, right there!” you turned your head best you could, cheek pressing against the brick as he pounded into you, all inhibitions melting away as he rushed you to your climax, moving his digits at a bullying pace, rough skin dragging the sensitive nub back and forth making you dumb.  “Gonna–” 

“Cum for me, darling,” he grunted out, his hair falling out of his bun and hanging messily around his face, some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. “I’ve got you. Never gonna let you go.” His brows were knitted together in focus, trying to hold back his own release as his balls clenched at the feeling of your fluttering cunt milking him, a ring of your slick dripping down onto them as he abused your walls.

You came with a sob, body trembling and hips bucking away at the over stimulation as he fucked you through your climax, his tight grip holding you in place as he continued to buck into you, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way, fingers digging into the bricks. 

You felt him twitch inside you, whimpering as he pulled himself from you, walls twitching around nothing, your brain too mushy to really pay attention to him as he fisted his cock a few more times and came himself, spilling his spend freely onto the alley floor so as to keep you clean. You held yourself in place, too cock drunk to even consider pushing yourself up to stand as you sucked in air hungrily, still coming down from your high as your walls quivered with the aftershocks of his brutal pace.

He breathed heavily behind you as he came down himself, tucking himself back in his boxers before helping you replace your pants again, reaching up to retie his hair. 

“Well…” you started, leaning your back against the wall again as you swallowed thickly, still coming down from your high. 

“I meant what I said.” His eyes suddenly turned serious again. “I don’t think I can go back to just being friends after this. I have cared about you too long – craved you for too long to let you go again.” 

“I don’t want to go back,” you added softly, voice still shaky. 

He pulled you against him gently, the frantic desperation well and truly fucked out of him. He pressed his lips tenderly against your forehead as he supported you against him. 

“Then maybe we should talk about last weekend, after all. Come on.” He gestured to the back gate, lacing his hand with yours tenderly as he led you away from the bar. 

Bonus: “I’m gonna go out back and have a smoke,” Vander clapped Felicia on the arm as he passed her. “Silco and (y/n) are out there,” she called after him with a smirk. He paused for a moment, looking at her confused as to why that would make any difference. She rolled her eyes, sounding it out for him – “They have been out there for quite a while. Together. Alone.” His eyes widened and choked on his spit, shoving his lighter back into his pocket. “At the back of my bar? Really?” Felicia could only laugh as he poured out another beer. 

[pinklunarprincess]

all this over dinner - Silco x gn!Reader

Notes: I love a little jealousy to force an admission 👀 Warnings/Rating: a small argument, nothing else | E for everyone Wordcount: 2.2k Synopsis/Request: Hello^-^, do you think you could do prompts "For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence" and "it's you. it's always been you" for silco x nb!reader where the reader has been working for him for years. And there has been crazy pinning between the two, and it finally comes ahead.

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You knocked softly on the door, waiting just long enough to hear his gruff mumble before easing it open and peeking your head around the wood.

“I’ve cashed up for the night,” you offered a small smile as your gaze landed on him. He was hunched over a stack of paperwork, exhaustion etched into his shoulders, a nearly burnt-out cigar in the tray beside him.  His eyes flicked up at the sound of your voice, frame softening when he realised who it was as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke, gesturing for you to come in.

You stepped inside, closing the door gently behind you before crossing the room, careful not to disrupt him as he returned to his paperwork. Crouching by the safe, you began twisting the rotary lock, the familiar clicks of the mechanism breaking the silence. You frowned when it refused to budge, turning to rattling it lightly.

“I changed the combination,” Silco drawled, his voice cutting through the quiet. He didn’t even glance up from his work, the pen in his hand moving steadily across the paper.

You twisted on the balls of your feet, raising an eyebrow at him with a huffed laugh. “Care to share?”

“Your birthday.” 

Your eyes widened, brows raising as you turned slowly back to the lock, twisting the numbers in carefully and swinging the door open, scoffing in surprise when it worked. You dropped the money bag inside, pushing it closed again and locking it, pushing yourself up and meandering to his chair, leaning against the side and glancing over the paperwork. 

“You look tired,” you nudged his shoulder gently, lips ticking up into a tender smile when he huffed a laugh, dropping his pen and slinking back in his chair, stretching his legs out with a sigh. 

“You do always know how to flatter me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging the skin roughly before dragging his fingers around his aching eye, trying to relieve some of the tension. 

“Is it hurting again?” you frowned, leaning yourself against his desk and watching as he winced when his finger brushed over his scar a little too roughly, dropping his head to lean against poised hands as he rubbed the tension at his temples, his elbows resting on the arms of his chair.  

“Jinx has been awol all day.” He grumbled and you put two and two together. You reached for the top drawer, quietly digging around for his medicine and fishing out the device, slotting it together with a click. 

He removed his hands from his face, looking up at you at the sound. “You don’t need to, I’m sure she’ll be b-” 

You cut him off with a pointed glare, lips pursed and he sighed, leaning back in his chair and shuffling it closer to you, tilting his head back as you leaned gently over him, hovering the device above his eye. 

He watched you intently, focusing his gaze on your eyes as you focused to avoid fixating on the needle, taking in the way you bit the inside of your cheek as you concentrated on the placement and trying to maintain his breathing when your hand came up to rest hesitantly on his cheek to hold him still. 

“Ready?” Your voice was soft, and he brought a hand up to rest on your poised wrist delicately as if to steady you. After so many years, however, you knew it was more to steady himself, his fingers twitching gently against your pulsepoint as you clicked the button. 

You backed your hands out of the way quickly as he lurched forward, gritting his teeth and grunting at the shock of pain searing through his skull, yet he kept a hold of your wrist, fingers digging into the skin as he tensed. It was unintentional, but that didn’t stop the slight gasp of pain that escaped your lips as they threatened to bruise the skin. 

The sound seemed to pull him out of it and his hand loosened, brushing over the skin softly instead. “Sorry,” he grumbled, swallowing thickly as his hand came up to clasp your hand gently, making your skin tingle as he pressed the back of it to his cheek before he sat back again, dropping your hand and letting you drop the device to the desktop. 

“You work yourself too hard,” you sighed, pushing yourself to sit on the desk properly and turning some of the documents to read, scanning over the business deals and propositions from the chem barons, huffing at their ridiculousness. “You should take a day off.” 

He scoffed, pulling the documents from your hand and flattening them out to finish signing them. “If I did that nothing would ever get done around here.” He rolled his eyes at your mock-offended look, “You know you are not included in that.” 

“I should damn well hope so.” You pushed off the desk again, falling back onto the sofa instead and kicking off your shoes, rubbing at your aching feet. 

“Busy downstairs too?” he enquired as he paused his work to watch you again.  

“You could say that,” you exhaled deeply as you settled back into the soft cushions, inhaling again and breathing in the comforting fragrance of his cigar smoke and his lingering cologne on the  fabric. “Finn was back in today.” You didn’t miss how Silco’s fingers tightened on his pen. “Wanted an audience, but I managed to talk him down.”

“Have I ever told you you’re my favourite?” he toyed with a smirk, going back to his work, conveniently missing how the praise made you fidget. “How did you manage that this time?” he raised an inquisitive brow as he turned over some pages. 

You tensed slightly, rolling your tongue over your bottom lip apprehensively as you worked out which combination of words would annoy him less. “I may have promised to go to dinner with him again.”

The air suddenly shifted, the scratching of Silco’s pen stopping dead as his eyes flicked up to you, glaring at you from beneath his brow dangerously. “Another business dinner, of course,” you added with a sigh, kicking your feet up onto the velvet and stretching out. “I managed to convince him that he would get our full attention if he just waited a few more days and I didn’t want to bother you with it, so I didn’t see any harm.” 

“I should have him shot.” He grumbled, flicking over the next page far more forcefully. 

You laughed, “that is a little dramatic over dinner. Besides, it saves you the bother – you do pay me to deal with idiots like that, after all.” 

Silco hummed under his breath, capping his pen off and tossing it into his drawer, stacking the papers precisely. “Perhaps we should reassess your duties. We can have Sevika deal with him, move you to more important matters. Dealing with those fools is too much like grunt work.” 

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head, “And what would you have me do? Sit up here with you all day? You like your solitude too much.” 

“You don’t count.” His voice was clipped, and someone who didn’t know him as well could have assumed that he was angry. You saw the tight jaw and the nail picking at the skin of his thumb as he rested his chin on clasped hands on his desk, and knew it as something else entirely, however. He was uneasy – unsure of himself. It wasn’t a side of him that reared its head often, but when it did, it was always unsettling. 

“What’s really on your mind?” your bows knitted as you pushed yourself up from the couch again, socked feet padding softly over the worn rug back to the desk. 

He wet his lips slowly, reaching into his desk for his cigar box, busying his hands by clipping the end of one and lighting it up. “Like you said, working too hard.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on you as he finally glanced up, drawing his gaze up and over you until he reached your eyes. 

Your skin prickled as it traveled over you, feeling your skin heat up, your stomach twisting. “We don’t lie to each other,” you said pointedly, trying to keep your voice level as you crossed your arms over your chest, unamused. 

He let out a long huff of smoke, fingers tightening their curl around his cigar. There was one thing you had never managed to work out with Silco, and that was how to read his eyes. He had the uncanny ability to render them blank at a moment's notice, keeping all his cards close to his chest. He was doing it again now, setting your nerves on end. 

“I don’t think that dinner is a good idea. Finn has been pushing it too far recently, demanding things from us that he has no right to demand. If you go, he sees it as another win, it makes him forget himself. And let’s not forget how others will see it – one of the assembly out with my right hand on his arm?” he took another drag of his smoke, holding it in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. “We don’t want people questioning your loyalty now, do we?” His voice was chilling, setting the hairs on the back of your neck on end. 

You forced down the growing lump in your throat. “Do you question my loyalty?” 

He looked at you surprised, your question genuinely taking him aback. “Of course I don’t.” 

“Then why does it matter?” You were growing more brazen, starting to tire of him dancing in circles, barely giving anything away. 

“Because I don’t want you going to dinner with him.” It came out as a bark, his calm facade starting to crack as he grew more frustrated. 

“Is that an order?” you dared to push him, your own anger starting to bubble in your  throat. 

“Yes.” He hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Fine. but I really don’t see what the big deal is,” you huffed, turning back to the couch for your shoes. You stopped dead when you heard his chair push back roughly against the office floor, his hand coming down on the desk with a thud. 

“Because he shouldn’t be allowed to have what is mine.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he growled, freezing in place and not daring to turn around, the two of you in an uneasy silence, broken only by the ticking clock. 

You turned cautiously, your heart hammering in your chest as his words echoed around your head. “What did you say?” 

For a moment, he almost looked sheepish. His face a full tone paler than the foundation that covered his scar as he jaw hung slack, almost looking shocked at his own words, his chest rising and falling determinedly, mind racing. 

His tongue darted out to wet his parted lips, “For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence, and I refuse to lend you to some arrogant pretender for the sake of boosting his already over inflated ego.” His tone had finally dropped, his voice melting into something more vulnerable, almost pleading as he watched you intently. His defenses had come topping down and for just a moment, he looked scared. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” you took cautious steps forward again, as if approaching a wounded animal, scared he would bolt or shut himself away in a heartbeat. 

“And lose my right hand?” he nearly scoffed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously, pausing for a beat before falling back into his chair. It was at times like this you were reminded that the eye of Zaun really was just a man. 

“You wouldn’t have lost me,” you shook your head softly in disbelief, your chest tightening with every heavy beat against your ribs. He lifted his head again, studying you cautiously as you rounded the desk to stand in front of him, your hand coming back to cup his cheek as it had done moments earlier. He leaned into it instinctively, eyes fluttering shut against your warmth. 

“It’s you,” you muttered lowly, so quiet he almost missed it.  “It’s always been you.” His eyes shot open, shock flickering across his face before his jaw dropped, a brief moment of stunned silence between you. You held your breath, heart racing.

Then, without warning, he surged forward. His hand shot out to grasp your chin, tilting your head just enough to bring your lips crashing together in a kiss that was far more urgent than gentle. There was no hesitation in the way he kissed you – just raw, unspoken need, his lips pressing against yours with a fervor that took your breath away.

You gasped against him, caught off guard by the intensity, but you couldn’t pull away. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the taste of him overwhelming your senses. Every bit of tension you’d been holding onto melted in an instant as he kissed you like he’d been waiting for this for longer than either of you realized.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy, his eyes dark with something more than desire. He rested his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain some semblance of control

“Don’t go to that dinner.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

[pinklunarprincess]

You can ignore this if you'd like to!

I want gender neutral where reader is an old friend or lover who left Zaun before Silco’s rise. Their return stirs unresolved feelings and bitterness, reigniting both tension and passion

This could be a mix of angst and 18+

"Ah, Reunions."

Author's Note: First request, was very excited while writing this, hope you lot enjoy!! (This is not proof read + English isn't my first language, so apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes!)

Disclaimer: This is an 18+ blog, so if you're a minor please click off! If you feel uncomfortable reading this at any point, you are more than welcome to click off too!

Contains: gn!reader, reader referred to as Y/N, a very long backstory, Y/N accused of murder, angst in the beginning, smut at the end, no specific genetlia stated for Y/N (stated to have a hole), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), groping, Silco referred to as 'Darling', Y/N referred to as 'Sweetheart', sweet talk, hurt/comfort, praise (y/n receiving)

Y/N and Silco. An inseparable duo. Their first meeting when they were ten.

Y/N was known to be one of the happier and more beautiful children, as if the world could never get in their way, or even harm them!

Silco was quite... the opposite. He was more closed off, and was even compared to a rat by the other children, because of his skinny figure, long limbs and fingers. At least he had his angelic eyes going for him.

The sun rose up slowly, the light just barely reaching the streets of the Undercity and it's only playground. That didn't stop children from arriving and thriving with each other. Amongst those children was Y/N. Their eyes full of joy and glee as the other kids immediately came up to them, begging to play. How could they ever refuse?

Hours pass, children still playing as the sun was fully up, shining brightly. Silco was hiding in an alleyway, not close enough to be seen, but not too far for him to see the children playing. Vander came up behind him.

"Hey, why don't you ever join them?" Vander asked Silco, sitting down next to him.

"... I want to, but I don't want to scare them away." Silco responded simply.

"Who?" Vander queried.

"Y/N..." Silco murmured, his eyes fixed on Y/N and full of wonder and admiration.

"Oh, c'mon Silco! Hey, I challenge you to go up to them and give them something, at the very least, if you're not going to speak to them." Vander proposed.

Silco sneered.

"Give them what? They deserve something better than what I could ever find here." Silco stated.

"I heard their favourite flower is a dandelion." Vander casually mentioned.

"Dandelions? That's not a flower, it's a weed. I'm sure someone as smart as Y/N would know that..." Silco huffed.

"Dandelions are easy to find, you can make one of those mini bouquets to show off that you know." Vander added.

Silco hummed.

"Tomorrow... I'll do it tomorrow at school." Silco said.

"Really?" Vander exclaimed. "Are you actually?"

"Yes. I'm not a coward." Silco stated.

The next day, he did indeed do as he said he would. Early in the morning, Silco gathered up as many dandelions as he could before going to school. He carefully tied them together with a string he found into a bow and put it inside a box.

When break time arrived, the children all went out to the school yard and played. Y/N was stood in the middle of playground, speaking with a few others.

Silco held the box in his hand, trying to work up the courage to walk up to them when Vander came up behind him.

"C'mon buddy, you got this. The worst they can do is say no, right?" Vander quietly cheered Silco on.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked up behind Y/N. One of the girls that were speaking with Y/N noticed him.

"Ah! Silco the Rat!" She screamed, running away, the other children following suit.

All the other children heard it too, they all laughed at him as Y/N turned to look behind them, finding Silco.

Avoiding eye contact, Silco held out the mini bouquet of dandelions to Y/N. The other children seemed to laugh harder and louder.

"Look, he brought dandelions!"

"The Rat is in love!"

Y/N wasn't listening to anything, too focused on the cute boy in front of them with the mini bouquet of their favourite flowers.

Y/N took the mini bouquet and smiled.

"Thank you. Dandelions are my favourite." They told him.

Their words were louder than any insult to Silco.

'Did they just say thank you?' Silco thought. "They're not insulting me?'

A small blush crept on to his stunned face, he just nodded and walked away as quickly as he could.

—

"I remember going back home, putting the dandelions in a vase and on my nightstand." Y/N muttered into Silco's chest. "They didn't leave that spot till every single one wilted."

Silco chuckled.

"Is that so?" He humoured, kissing Y/N's temple softly.

Moonlight slipped through the thin curtains. Their legs were tangled together as the sheets lay messily over both of them, clear evidence of them having a passionate love-making session.

In the morning, the sun just started rising when Silco and Y/N arrived at their shift in the mines.

Suddenly, Enforcers came running in, leaving everyone there confused.

"Oi, what's going on?" Vander asked, stopping the Enforcers from coming any closer to the mine.

"We're looking for someone named Y/N. They have been found guilty of a murder that occurred last night." The Commander stated. "Give them to us now."

"Y/N? Murder? No way." Vander argued.

"We have evidence and a trial today, we must take them now." The Officer retorted quickly.

Silco turned to Y/N.

"You were with me last night, how is that possible?" He asked.

"I don't know. I swear I never did such a thing." Y/N responded.

"Y/N." Vander called out, gesturing for them to come over.

Y/N did so and the Enforcers took them away.

—

That night was 15 years ago.

Many things changed. Vander is gone, the Silco that Y/N knew too. Or so they heard.

But that's okay, Y/N is changed too.

Y/N outgrew their sunshine, who could never do no harm, phase within the first year of being in that wretched prison.

Their face was the somewhat the same though. Those beautiful wide eyes that were once filled with joy and curiosity, now sharp and filled with cunning thoughts. That once soft and round face now more structured and refined.

But the good thing is though, tonight Y/N has been released from prison.

They walked slowly through the streets, looking around the city, nostalgia slapping them in the face. It was all familiar, but... different too. They couldn't put a finger on it.

—

Meanwhile, Silco was sitting in his office.

Jinx left to her room not too long ago after a conversation with him. He was sat there pondering, lighting a cigar in hand. He took a deep puff, closing his eyes, letting the smoke escape past his lips.

The Last Drop has been open for only two hours now, but the noise could be heard from upstairs, creating background noise for Silco.

Half an hour passed when the noise from the bar abruptly silenced. Silco sat up slowly, confusion etched on his face. Soon, there were rushed footsteps on the stairs then a knock on the office door.

"Somebody better be dying." Silco huffed, annoyed.

"Somebody is looking for you, said they just got out of prison." Sevika answered behind the door. "Told me to tell you their name is Y/N."

Silco froze.

'Y/N? No...' Silco thought. 'That's not possible... They're still alive?'

Silco stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out to the stairs. His eyes locked on to Y/N standing in the middle of the bar, a whiskey in their hand.

They looked up at him and smirked.

Silco frowned, disbelief in his expression.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you Y/N?" He humoured, returning his face to neutral.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants, darling." They replied, taking a sip of their drink.

Silco scoffed. Y/N took that as a sign to walk up the stairs to take a proper look at him.

When they reached the top stair, they had a full view of Silco. Their eyes lingered on the scar that wasn't there when they last saw him.

"So, what did I miss?" Y/N asked.

Silco rolled his eyes and turned to go back to his office, Y/N didn't take offense and followed him. They shut the door behind them.

Silco put out his cigar in the tray on his desk. He was slightly panicked, not having expected the feelings he buried long ago to have raised up once more. Especially from having just a glimpse of Y/N for the first time in a decade and a half. He was so deep in thought, he didn't noticed Y/N calling out to him.

"-ilco? Silco? Are you alright?" Y/N asked, standing behind him.

"I'm fine." Silco snapped through gritted teeth.

"Then answer my question. What happened to your gorgeous face?" Y/N snapped back.

Silco turned to look at Y/N, his brows furrowed.

"You would have known if you didn't leave me all those years ago." Silco stated in a frustrated manner.

Y/N threw their glass to the side. It hit the wall, shattering at impact and dropping to the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for having been framed for a murder I didn't commit!" Y/N yelled. "I'm sorry you didn't have the heart to visit me to tell me what's been happening! Do you think this was easy for me? No one ever visited me! I was disconnected from this city, not having a single clue whether you, or Vander, or even Felicia were alive or not!"

Y/N was stepping closer with each word, making Silco step back, the back of his legs hitting the desk.

"Those two are dead!" He yelled back. The distance between the two just mere centimetres. "There was a war between Zaun and Piltover, the Enforcers killed Felicia! Vander tried to kill me, hence the fucking scar."

He gestured to his face.

"That coward couldn't even finish the job. So he had died too, leaving Felicia's children behind. I don't know where Vi is, but I took Powder in. Her name is Jinx now." He added. "There. You're all caught up. Happy?"

Y/N just stood there, stunned. For a moment, or two. They sighed.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong to yell at you. I see that now, but-" They muttered, pausing. "Oh! Stop being so stoic, Silco! Go on. Shout, scream, say something!"

Silco face softened, his hand coming to cradle Y/N's face. To confirm that Y/N wasn't just a figment of his imagination, and to reassure them too.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." He whispered, leaning his face closer and giving Y/N many chances to move away. But they didn't.

Silco pressed his lips against Y/N's, feeling their warmth. Y/N put one hand in Silco's hair, the other on his hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Silco moved his other hand to Y/N's lower back, hands craving to touch Y/N as much as he could, grabbing whatever flesh he could reach. Y/N moaned softly when Silco touched their inner thighs.

"Hm, still as sensitive as I remember?" Silco teased, kissing along Y/N's jawline.

"Or... It's been too long since I felt your touch." Y/N whispered, barely holding back a whine.

Silco chuckled, he turned both of them around, pinning Y/N to his office desk.

"I guess I better make up for what you, oh so desperately missed, shouldn't I?" Silco continued to tease.

"Please..." Y/N whined softly.

"Well, how could I refuse when you ask so nicely for me, sweetheart?" Silco chuckled.

He leaned in, tracing kisses along Y/N's jaw and down to their neck. Paying extra attention to the spot between the collarbone, all while tracing his hands down to slide down their trousers.

While he's busy with that, Y/N has a hard time keeping quiet. Their hands tangling in Silco's hair, messing it up.

"No need to be quiet. Let me hear those pretty noises, sweetheart." Silco whispered in Y/N's ear.

Y/N's thighs tried to shut together unconsciously, but Silco only spread them wider.

"Not on my watch." He adds.

He unbuckles his trousers, freeing his hard on. He brings one hand up to Y/N's mouth.

"Open wide."

Y/N allows Silco to put two of his digits in, in turn they suck and lick.

"That's it, good job sweetheart."

Once he felt that his fingers were lubricated enough, he took them out of Y/N's mouth and down to their now exposed hole. He slowly inserted them, feeling Y/N clench around him desperately. Y/N couldn't help but let out a pathetic whine once Silco's fingers were fully in.

"Hm, that's it. Let me hear how much you missed me." Silco whispered.

Y/N moaned as Silco started to slowly move his fingers. Their hands reached over to Silco's shoulders, gripping him tightly as they made the sweetest sounds for Silco. Once their hole was ready, in Silco's opinion, he pulled his fingers out, earning a desperate whine from Y/N. He aligned his tip, which was leaking pre-cum, to the hole. He looked down to Y/N's face.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Mhm." They replied.

He slowly pushed his tip in, enjoying the feeling, making him groan softly.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who missed this." Y/N teased.

Silco simply smirked. He placed his hands on either side of Y/N, then thrusted deep into their hole. They moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion.

"You gonna keep teasing, or will you be a good doll for me?" He teased back.

"I will be good, I promise. Just don't stop." Y/N moaned.

Silco listened. He gradually increased his speed, making sure to hit the spot that makes them make the sweetest sound each time.

"You sound so angelic, sweetheart." Silco praised.

Y/N managed to only grip Silco's shoulders tighter and whine louder in response. And when Y/N's hole squeezed Silco's dick just right, he whimpered. Y/N smirked.

"Did I hear that correctly, darling?" Y/N teased in between pants. "That was hot."

Silco rolled his eyes, but his ears turning red betrayed his real embarrassment. Just then, Silco hit the right spot at the perfect force making Y/N arch their back. He took that as a sign to keep doing just that, bringing them closer to the edge.

"Fuck... Right there. Don't stop." Y/N mumbled incoherently.

Silco leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into their ear. That was the final straw to tip them over the edge. Their thighs squeezed Silco's waist, their hands gripped harder and leaving marks on his shoulders, head thrown back as their orgasm hit them hard. Silco following suit after, burying his cock deep.

The two took a moment to collect themselves, relishing in the afterglow.

"Such a good doll." Silco whispered between groans as he pulled out.

"Only for you." Y/N whispered back.

[pinklunarprincess]

Hi! I loved your silco x hoh!reader! Would you be willing to write something for silco with a reader that has chronic joint pain?

— reductions and oxidations

pairing: silco x reader (female)

genre: fluff ?

summary: request from anon: “Hi! I loved your silco x hoh!reader! Would you be willing to write something for silco with a reader that has chronic joint pain?”

word count: 925

note: please let me know how I did!

“Don’t move,” you say, lowly, into the thug’s face whom you have on his knees facing the walls of some now abandoned storehouse.  

He squirms beneath your hands, but you’re exerting enough pressure onto the juncture between his thigh and calf that he doesn’t go far.  All the idiot and his brawn are responsible for is receiving and shipping out shimmer according to Silco’s commands—you can never keep the stuff at any single location for too long without asking for trouble.  The guy kneeling before you oversees a comparatively small warehouse on the outskirts of the Lanes with a very little chance of getting caught by Enforcers.  Nonetheless, he got cold feet and tried to bail.  

And, well, Silco doesn’t exactly tolerate kinks in his plans.

It was a slow week for them, and they didn’t even have any shimmer to guard, so they were sitting around playing cards when you took their boss and sent him sprawling to the floor.  Everyone else had made the prudent decision to vacate the building.  That was fine.  You only need a leader to send a message.

“You’re more of a fool than I took you for, dear.” 

He writhes again so you squeeze the soft part of the back of his neck harder which makes your own hand ache, but unlike him, you don’t make mistakes. 

“Silco requires very little of you, but you can’t even handle keeping track of a few things without running away with your tail between your legs?” 

You feel him shiver beneath your fingers as you show him your gun.  

“Wait!  Wait!” he cries.  “Give me another chance.  I’ll prove myself.  I won’t disappoint him.  Or you.” 

He flinches as you pull the trigger anyway, but you’ve shot the ground by his knee rather than the back of his head.  His teeth chatter and you release him.

“I know,” you say, patting him on the shoulder roughly.

It’s warm and milky in the alleys on your way back to the Last Drop.  Despite the late hour, people are awake and out.  There are courtesans who wink at you in recognition as you pass by their street and pop-up food vendors who are perfectly willing to sell you a late-night bite.  Tonight, however, your intentions are single-minded and lie in terms of returning home where you can use sleep to escape all the sensations that plague you during the day.  You try not to flex your fists as you light a cheap cigarette—really the only kind you can get down there.  You ache all over, like you always do, but it’s more than sore muscles.  It feels as though within you are rusting metal gears that are constantly at odds with each other, teeth grating against teeth, and after brute jobs like these, it’s especially bad in your hands.  There’s no one in the Undercity that enjoys a painless day, though, so you suck it up as best you can and move on with your life.

You swipe an abandoned drink as you make your way upstairs to Silco’s office.  You finish it off and leave the glass on a table that sits in the hallway just outside Silco’s door and is already covered by a dozen other glasses you’ve left there.

You collapse into the chair sitting opposite his desk to, if for no other reason, relieve the pressure on your knees.  Silco’s there, as he always is, poring over maps and spreadsheets and whatever other papers he has to worry about, even though it’s past any reasonable bedtime.

“I’m home,” you declare with no small amount of sarcasm.  You left the muscle you had taken with you to the warehouse downstairs.

He diverts his attention away from his work to you, his orange eye slower to follow his brown one.  Then he sighs, and you don’t know why until he reaches across his desk to pluck the cigarette from your lips and put it out in his ashtray.

“I thought we decided that you would stop smoking.” 

“I’ll be lucky if it’s smoking that kills me.” 

He offers you a pointed stare.  He’s only worked up because Singed had mentioned that smoking worsens already bad joints, but you maintain that the world would be a much worse place if you started believing everything said by someone that crazy.

“I heard you let him live,” Silco continues, and you  know he’s talking about the nice gentleman in the warehouse.

“Eh.  My hands hurt.  Wouldn’t want to overexert them.”  

You sound mocking, but he lets it slide.

“You have a gun.”

You shrug.

“You don’t receive rewards for being kind in Zaun.” 

“You don’t keep me around because I make bad decisions.”

He sighs again, but suddenly you fall forward onto his beloved papers, laying your head on crossed arms.

“You should go to sleep, too.  You’re at risk of overworking yourself,” you say. 

You feel his fingertips lightly brush the length of your forearm. 

“The ink is probably wet on some of those,” he tells you.

“Oh well.” 

He makes patterns on your skin lightly with his nail. 

“Get up.  Your neck will hurt in the morning.” 

“It already does,” you murmur.

Silco rises.  

“I’m not your father and you’re not a child.  You’re welcome to stay here for the night.” 

You groan, but follow him out of the door and down the stairs and through the streets of the Lanes.  If you’re lucky, he’ll let you drag him off to buy a bowl of hot noodles and a hazardous looking drink.

— m. list

[pinklunarprincess]

Relive the Memories

Summary: Two days at the Winter Solstice Festival, years apart.

Pairing: Silco/Reader (F)

A/N: This was written as part of a gift exchange for my friend @sirenofzaun. Love you Lauren!

Tags: Slight Angst, Established Relationship, Time Skip

AO3 Link Divider by saradika-graphics

The breeze that blew through the alley chilled you down to your bones, setting off a round of shivers that made your teeth chatter. You leaned against the wall behind you and wrapped your arms around your midsection in an attempt to trap some of the remaining body heat. You should have dressed warmer, but the thin sweater you wore was one of the only warm pieces of clothing that you had. 

Why, in Janna’s name, had you agreed to meet Silco up here?

It would have been much warmer down in the Undercity. The closeness of the walls, the hot air coming from the fissures in the ground, and even Jericho’s cooking would have been ten times better than this. Up here, everything was open and exposed. This alley was the closest thing to shelter you had been able to find while you waited for Silco to join you.

Just when you were about to give up and head back home before your fingers froze off, you heard footsteps from the other end of the alley. You turned to look and saw a lanky figure that you knew well heading in your direction. He seemed to be carrying something bulky in his arms, something you couldn’t identify from this distance.

“Kept me waiting long enough,” you accused, shaking your head at him.  “What do you have?”

“Something that I hope will help you forgive me for making you wait so long,” Silco said, lifting the large bundle. “I worked hard to get it for you, so please take that into consideration before you yell at me.”

You scowled slightly before closing the remaining distance between the two of you. Your gaze trailed up and down the thing Silco was holding, still not quite sure what it was. He lifted it higher and the bundle unfurled into its full size, nearly touching the ground.

It was a coat. A nice, long, fuzzy coat. Just looking at it made you feel a bit warmer. You reached out a hand to touch the sleeve and nearly gasped at how soft it felt. You had never gotten close to something this nice, let alone touched it. Your gaze shifted up to meet Silco’s and you tilted your head, raising your eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“Did you rob some poor Piltie lady in the street?”

Silco’s smile faltered slightly before he shook his head.

“First of all, I don’t think you can use ‘poor’ and ‘Piltie’ together in a sentence like that,” he said with a sniff. “And secondly, I acquired this for you as a gift. Worked hard to get it.”

“And by worked hard, you mean…” you started, leaving the rest of your question unspoken.

“I mean…I had Vander distract the shopkeeper while I took it off the rack and threw it out the delivery window while they weren’t looking.”

“Uh, huh,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “That’s what I thought.”

“If you don’t want it, I can give it to Felicia or Sevika. I’m sure they’d both appreciate a new coat.”

“I didn’t say that. Just wanted to know where it came from, that’s all,” you said, stepping forward. “I appreciate your ‘work’.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on Silco’s cheek before taking the coat from him. You pulled it on and wrapped it around yourself, instantly feeling warmer as it closed around your body. Silco seemed pleased to see you wearing it, as his grin had returned in full force.

“Thank you, Silco. Not only for the coat, but for the thought that went into acquiring it for me. I really needed something like this.”

“I know,” Silco said, stepping forward to wrap his arms around your midsection beneath the coat. “I can hear your teeth chattering everytime we go scouting together. It’s not very covert if the people we’re spying on hear that.”

You laughed softly and returned his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m trying not to freeze to death,” you said. “Now, could you please tell me why we needed to meet up here for you to give me this coat? Couldn’t we have met somewhere warmer?”

Silco stepped back from you a small amount and smiled, pulling on the lapels of the coat and closing it in front of you. He reached for your hand and started to pull you down the alley in the direction he had come from.

“It’s time to test out your new coat. We’re going to the Winter Solstice festival. I know you’ve always wanted to go and I was able to get us some tickets.”

“Did you work hard to get those too?” you asked.

“No comment.”

You laughed again as he pulled you along. Though you teased him about his methods, the thought behind the actions meant a great deal to you. He was always surprising you with gestures, both grand and small. This was just another thing on the list of surprises he had concocted for you in your time together.

When the pair of you reached the edge of the festival, you stopped short, bringing Silco to a halt as well. He turned to look at you with a questioning glance, his brows furrowed in slight concern. You stared at the sight before you in amazement, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” Silco asked.

“Yes,” you said, your gaze switching from the festival to Silco, “everything is perfect.”

His concerned expression evaporated and a cheerful one took its place as you started moving again in the direction of the ticket gate. Silco gave the man at the entrance the tickets he had procured, and once you got the approval, pulled you through the gate. 

The sights inside the festival were even better than the glimpse you had gotten from the outside. Little twinkling lights on chains hung over the streets, swinging between poles covered in strands of gold and red tinsel. A mixture of savory and sweet smells drifted through the air, carried to your nostrils on the breeze that had previously sent a chill down your spine. You could even hear soft music playing from various places around you, its source unseen by you, which only seemed to add to the magic of the place.

“So, does it live up to your expectations?” Silco asked, diverting your attention away from the environment surrounding you.

“It’s even better than I thought it would be,” you said. “Thank you for bringing me here, Silco.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Silco leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your temple before the pair of you continued down the path to take in all the sights the festival had to offer.

The air felt just as cold as you remembered, possibly colder if you were truly being honest with yourself. You pulled the edges of your coat together to seal in the warmth and block out the cold wind. Over the years, your nice, warm coat had worn down and didn’t quite do the job it used to when it came to keeping you warm. You could never bear to part with it and acquire a new one though. Your heart wouldn’t let you.

The festival around you didn’t seem as magical as you thought it was in the past. Things didn’t sparkle like before, the music seemed out of sync, and even the smells were a bit off. It was almost as if something was missing. The key element that solidified the magic.

You hadn’t been to the festival since the day with Silco, and that had been many years ago. After he disappeared; or died as you had heard but didn’t believe; you didn’t feel it was right to experience any kind of happiness that you had attached to him without him there beside you. You felt it would taint the memories.

You couldn’t say what had brought you to the festival on this day. Something in your gut told you that you needed to go when you saw the poster on the bridge. Maybe it was a voice inside you telling you that you needed some closure. You needed to do something to end that chapter of your life and finally move on. Perhaps this was the way to do it.

As you walked between the various stalls, you thought over your memories of the last time you had been here. Of course, you hadn’t really had the money to buy anything, but it had still been fun to look at things. You had a little money this time, but no desire to make any purchases. You didn’t even truly look at the items on the tables you passed, your gaze just glancing over vague shapes and colors as you walked along.

With such an unfocused air about you, you weren’t watching where you were walking and ran into someone. You nearly lost your balance and reached out to grab the arm of the man you had collided with to steady yourself.

“My apologies, sir. I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”

Without looking at the man, face down to hide your embarrassment, you moved to walk past him when you heard a familiar voice speak your name. You halted in your tracks, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of the voice.

“When I said I worked hard to get you that coat, I didn’t mean you had to wear it forever.”

You slowly turned in place to look at the man you assumed was talking to you. What you saw made you believe that you had hit your head when you ran into him before. The man standing before you was none other than Silco. Alive and present, wrapped in a coat with a large collar. He was older and looked different, most noticeable things being a large scar across one side of his face and an eye that was black and orange.

But it was still Silco.

You were at a loss for words. You probably looked like a fish, standing there staring at him with your mouth wide open. He seemed to understand that you were unable to speak and stepped towards you, holding out a hand.

“I’ll explain later. Right now, we can just relive the memories.”

You took his offered hand and let him pull you closer. The sensation of his touch seemed to right all the things that had seemed off before about the festival. The music regained its melody, the food smelled delicious again, and the lights seemed to shine even brighter than they had the first time.

The magic had returned.

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[pinklunarprincess]

have you ever tried this one?

and it’s just you ontop of viktor

look, i’m not saying he hasn’t fucked (look at him, he has had partners before but never like you, never someone who puts his pleasure before their own) so when you slide a pillow beneath his hips and make sure he is comfy over everything else, oh how his heart stutters in his chest. Viktor already looks at you like you hold the universe in your hands but as you perch yourself above him, hands braced on either side of his head as you grind your sopping cunt over his cock before sinking down on his aching length, he swears you begin to fade into starlight. the edges of his vision blurs as heat blooms in his stomach, pure indulgent undiluted ecstasy fills his veins and tingles in the tips of his fingers. mans is TRANSFIXED on the sight before him as your hips begin to move, slick dripping down your thighs in pearls of opalescent blue in the lowlight of the hexcore (the cot that had been set up in the corner of the lab for when he is too tired to go back to his room has been getting a little more action that it had originally been intended for) Viktor has no idea where to put his hands, what to grab or how hard to hold so you guide his hands to your hips, squeezing his fingers beneath your own before settling your palms on his chest. his heart thumps beneath your skin in a steady rhythm, his breaths shallow as his body adjusts to pleasure coursing through his veins.

“are you okay? nothing hurts?” you’re quick to check in, brows furrowed as your eyes slip down the pillow beneath his hips.

he nods, pushing his head back into the plush cushions as you tense your muscles, squeezing him so deliciously tight he might pass out.

“don’t worry about me, love. just-“ words fail him as his breathing turns ragged, your hips grinding in slow circles above his. “fuck…i-“

Viktor has always been quick of wit, a retort poised on the tip of his tongue at all times but as you begin to drag your hips up and down, cunt sliding over his pulsing cock in slow strokes that has his jaw slackening and eyes rolling, the concept of language leaves him entirely. for a moment it’s as if it is his first time all over again. awkward hands and quick breaths, unable to tear his eyes away from your perfect form as you bounce and grind above him. it’s cute, how innocent he looks beneath you, how bright his cheeks blaze, how red his lips bloom as he bites on the flesh.

“you’ve never done this?” your question is breathless, cheat tightening as the angle has your stomach twisting.

Viktor shakes his head, afraid that if he opens his mouth it would be nothing but whimpers and moans.

“do you feel good?”

another wordless answer in the form of a nod and he thinks he has retained some sense of dignity for the time being, but as you tense your muscles again, his mouth opens and his answer is a whimper.

your body stills above him as your brain registers the sound that has just spilt from your lover’s mouth.

“did you just- was that-?”

“shut up. This is a new thing for me,” Viktor grumbles but he can’t stop the grin that has spread over his cheeks. his hand reaches for your, wrapping around the nape of your neck to pull your face to his. “no one’s ever treated me like this. I can’t expect to know how I might react.”

a/n: pls be nice this is my first arcane fic i just love viktor so much gimmie a hair tie, a pillow for his hips and five minutes i’ll show piltover the real arcane

[pinklunarprincess]

“god, he’s just so…ugh fuck…you know?” you curse through gritted teeth, hands held before you in a choking motion.

jayce stares at you from across the room, brows furrowed in confused concern. “I-“

“it’s like he does it on purpose. he knows what he’s doing when he walks in all good morning lásko, how did you sleep?” you voice drops a few octaves as you imitate your lab partner. “it’s infuriating, i just want to grab him and shake him but i’m scared he’s gonna break.”

“hey, maybe-“ jayce unsuccessfully tries to pipe up again.

“and i get it, it’s not appropriate but it’s either gonna end with me kissing or choking him out next time because i can’t do it anymore.” your rant ends with a huff as you drop your head to the table on defeat.

“you can kiss or choke me, either way i don’t mind but please, do not be gentle” the accustomed accent floats through the room and you feel the weight of the universe crash down upon you at the realisation viktor had heard everything. “i will not break but i’m touched to know you are concerned.”

you feel a hand brush against your shoulder as he passes, the familiar patter of his footsteps and cane simultaneously calming and quickening your pulse. the heat of his body warms your bare arm as he leans over, lips now at the shell of your ear. “good morning lásko, how did you sleep?”

[pinklunarprincess]

Baby Phantom and Aurora chasing after their mama Rain, absolutely purring up a storm and trilling. Every time he stops and turns back, they're sitting and smiling back. He starts to walk, they start to crawl. Stop and look back, they're stopped and looking up with that gummy smile

Even as they've gotten older, they follow Rain like nobodies business. Tails wagging and peeking around Rain's shoulders to see what he's doing or who he's talking to. They've gotten the nickname Ducklings over the years, and plus with being referred to as "the twins" also just, "has anyone seen the duckies?"

Chances are if you're looking for them, they're with Rain.

[pinklunarprincess]

mothers intuition - Jayce Talis x Reader

Notes: This felt nice to write - thank you cherry anon! Warnings/Rating: fluff! use of 'daughter' but no other pronouns. | E for Everyone Wordcount: 2.7k Synopsis/Request: Pretty please with a cherry on top could i request a jayce fic where his mom just adores reader (mby even before they start dating), and how would jayce react to that (would he be jelous of his mom getting the attention, of reader getting the attention, just accept it and be like "mhm yea thats gonna be my wife one day"?!?!). Please do take your time i know you are probably busy with other requests and the holidays. ❤️❤️ ~🍒🍒

Masterlist | Dialogue Prompt list

“I won’t be long, I just need to pick a few things up, and we will be back at the lab.” Jayce juggled with the door, depressing the handle with his elbow as he balanced the boxes of equipment on his hip. 

You trailed behind, another box teetering in your grip, “What else could you possibly need?” you huffed, catching the front door of his mothers house with your foot and following him in, dropping the box on the entryway floor with a grunt. 

“Nothing big, I swear. It should fit on one of these boxes,’ he let out a breathy chuckle, flashing a sheepish grin and wiping his hands on his waistcoat. “Two seconds.” He broke for the stairs, jogging up them and leaving you floating in the entryway. 

It wasn’t the first time you had been to the Talis household, far from it. But you were always slightly intimidated by the dark empty halls. You hovered, wandering down the corridor slowly, eyes flicking over the pictures of a young Jayce with a grin on your face. You remembered how he had tried to distract you from them the first time you had accompanied him to pick up tools for his new lab, failing miserably when his mother decided it was the perfect time to offer you a full guided tour of his childhood. 

“Is that who I think it is?” You jumped at Ximena’s voice echoing down the hall, turning quickly as if you were a child caught peeking at the sweets jar. 

“Mrs Talis!” you smiled, accepting her hug as she pulled you in, kissing your cheek lightly before holding you at arm's length, looking you over. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Ximena to you.” She took your hand in hers and squeezed it softly. “It’s been too long since he brought you to see me. How about some tea?”

“Oh I don’t think we are stopping long,” you breathed a laugh.

“Nonsense, I insist. Come on.” She pulled you gently by the hand down the hall to the main living room and ringing the bell for one of their few maids to bring up drinks. “I really must have a word with Jayce about not bringing you to see me more often,” she tutted as she sat, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa beside her. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, settling back into the soft cushions. “Your son is a busy man,” she smiled proudly to herself, “he barely has enough time to sit down most days.” 

She shook her head softly, “It is no wonder he is still a bachelor. He works too hard – can’t see what’s right in front of him.” 

You frowned as you tried to work out her meaning as she thanked the maid with the tea, handing you a cup as she poured it elegantly. 

“Hey I found i– mother!” Jayce raised his brows in surprise as he stopped in the door frame, eyes flicking between you, his mother and the pot of tea a few times, cheeks slightly flushed from running up and down stairs and hunting through his room. “Blink twice if she is holding you against your will,” he joked to you with a sly grin as he wandered in, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek, letting her squeeze his hand affectionately. 

“And to think you were going to sneak them in and out without me noticing,” she retorted with a shake of her head. 

“It was supposed to be a quick visit to pick this up,” he tossed a strange looking mechanical device up in the air before catching it with his other hand. “I think we have finally cracked how to make hextech stable enough for use in tools,” he beamed. You couldn’t help but smile softly yourself when you caught the bright glint in his eye as he continued to ramble about his and Viktor’s work. “– I think one of my notebooks is in those boxes, I’ll show you.” 

Ximena turned back to you with a smug smile, “he always was an energetic child,” she laughed lightly as he jogged out of the room again. She took a slow sip of her tea, eyes scanning over your face. “You only seem to energize him, my dear.” she raised her brows teasingly over the rim of her cup as you floundered for a moment, almost choking on your drink. 

“Well, I do what I can to make his job easier, I suppose,” you chuckled uncertainly. “Although I believe everything he does is for you,” you added quietly, watching her flush subtly. “You truly have raised a remarkable man,” you felt something in your stomach flutter as you gushed over him, “I don’t think I have ever met anyone so dedicated or as kind as him. He gets that from you, I think.” She put her cup down gently, reaching to take one of your hands in hers again, eyes watering slightly, 

“You’re like the daughter I never had,” she gushed, patting your hand softly.  

You both turned your head at Jayce’s scoff, Ximena raising her brow as he paced back into the room with his notebook open in hand, “You have a perfectly good son right here, you know.”  

She smiled softly with a roll of her eyes, “You know what I mean, darling.” She shot him a pointed look, smirking with a purse of her lips.

You glanced between them baffled, your smile turning hesitant as you tried to read into it, watching as Jayce’s cheeks flushed before trying to redirect his mother’s attention to his notes and talking her through some of the diagrams. 

You continued to sip our tea slowly as you watched him grow more animated, his enthusiasm slowly breaking through the ore he spoke, his hands waving about as he tried to mimic some of his explanations to make them a little easier to digest. Your drink nearly stuck in your throat again when he rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, the material practically ripping at the seams as it stretched around his forearms. You thanked the gods his mother was too enthralled in his explanations to notice when you had to wipe a small dribble of tea from the corner of your mouth as you got distracted. 

She leaned over to you slightly as he reached to pick up the odd gadget he had come to collect, “please tell me this all goes over your head, too?” she asked quietly, sighing with mock relief when you nodded. “Well, at least I’m not the only one in the family then.” 

You glanced at her bewildered, parting your lips to question what she meant when Jayce interrupted hastily, slamming his notebook shut with a snap. 

“I think we should be getting back to the lab,” he rushed, swallowing thickly and nodding towards the door, eyes fixing with yours with a sense of urgency. 

“But you haven’t had any tea!” his mother tried to protest. 

“I promise I will come for tea tomorrow lunch time, and you will have my undivided attention,” he apologised, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as she stood, looking at him disappointedly. You stood with them, hugging Ximena again as she turned to you and spotting Jayce’s softening gaze as he observed you with her. He quickly snapped out of it when he noticed you watching him. “After you.” He gestured to the door and you smiled softly, 

“Thank you, Mrs Ta– Ximena,” you corrected yourself as she looked at you pointedly, passing her and into the hallway. 

You grunted again as you shifted the large box from the floor onto your hip, huffing when you turned around only to see Jayce hadn’t been following behind. You waddled down the corridor again, ready to make a sow of him for making you do all the heavy lifting alone when you heard hushed voices. You slowed for a second, wondering if you were about to walk into some private family conversation, hesitating outside the door and debating turning back and waiting by the door when you heard your name. 

You gave into your curiosity, stepping closer to the edge of the door and leaning against the wall slightly, a small part of you panicking that you had done something wrong. 

“Will you stop telling me what I can and cannot say in my own home!” Ximena’s voice was rising gradually, only for Jayce to shush her again. “If I do not say anything, what hope do I have of you ever marrying, hm?” 

Your heart stopped in your chest, your mouth drying out.

“I will tell them in my own time,” Jayce was growing increasingly frustrated. “I still think you are seeing things that aren’t there. They don’t see me the way I see them.”

Your blood rushed in your ears as you realised exactly what Ximena had been going on about over all your afternoon teas. All her talk of family…

“Then you are blind,” his mother shut him up sternly, “now, I want grandchildren and you are not getting any younger.” You nearly choked on your breath. Jayce had always been affectionate towards you, but you had never dared look any further into it. At least that often. But you would have been lying to yourself if you had said that your heart didn’t race whenever he pressed his hand to your lower back to look at something you were showing him, or you didn’t find himself staring at his lips when he bit at the in concentration.  

Their approaching footsteps had you panicking, pacing back down the corridor the best you could with the weight of the box nearly slipping from your grip. 

You only just made it back to the entry as they came out, Jayce’s face a deep red with embarrassment. 

“Gosh, has he really got you carrying all that?” she fretted, tapping him gently on the shoulder. 

“It’s not that heavy,” you laughed awkwardly, coughing slightly to clear the block in your throat. “Just awkward.” 

She hummed disapprovingly, stepping forward to press a kiss to your cheek as Jayce picked up the other box with irritating ease.

“I will see you tomorrow,” he promised as he opened the front door, letting you step out first as he held it open for you. 

“Both of you, I hope?” she locked eyes with her son, pursing her lips. YYou felt your skin heat up at the implication. 

“Good afternoon, mother.” He stepped out, closing the door securely behind him. 

You observed him for a moment as you both started down the street again, dodging a group of children as the scattered past you giggling. “What was that about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level as your mind and your heart raced. 

He tensed beside you, “nothing, she was just worried about me working too hard.” 

Your heart sank slightly as he covered it up, nodding slowly as you neared the academy doors. You tried to rest the box more steadily in one arm as you fished for the keys awkwardly, fumbling to find the right one. 

“Come here,” his voice was soft as he reached for them, his fingers brushing against your gently as he picked the right key from the bunch and pressed them into the door. He held the door open for you again, letting you duck under his arm and up the staircase. 

You dropped the box down on his desk with a thud, slumping down on his stool with a huff, running your aching forearms. 

“You should have told me it was too heavy,” he huffed a laugh, flipping the lights on and putting his box down beside yours. 

“You’re only saying that because your mother will have your head,” you huffed a laugh, reaching up to start unpacking everything. He chuckled under his breath, taking things off you and placing them in the right places as you handed them off. 

“Speaking of my mother, I take it you are free for dinner tomorrow evening?” he inquired with a sheepish grin. You rolled your eyes jokingly, 

“Oh I suppose I can free up my schedule,” you drawled, handing him the last of the first box, only to pause when his hand lingered on yours, his fingers cupping under yours tenderly sending goosebumps across your skin. 

You looked up confused, finding him gazing down at you, seemingly frozen in place. “What’s wrong?” you frowned, cocking your head slightly as you tried to work out the gears turning in his mind. 

He hesitated for a second, lips parting slightly and closing again as if calculating the perfect response, his mind working as if he was tackling an equation. “What if I asked you to come as more than my assistant?” He swallowed thickly and you could feel his hand clamming up against yours, the skin turning hot. 

Your stomach flipped, a tingling anticipation spreading across your skin. “As a friend?” you asked shudderingly, hoping your teasing tone broke through your nerves. 

He laughed breathily, dropping and shaking his head as he rolled his lip between his teeth. “As a date?” He glanced back up with a tense smile. You could sense the tremble in his hand as he maintained his soft grasp on yours. You entwined your fingers with his slowly, glancing down to where they met and hearing his breath hitch in his throat. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined asking you,” he rushed to add when you stayed quiet, you eyes unable to leave your joined hands, his nerves welling behind his ribs and threatening to choke his heart, “but I fear my mother might enact some form of evil scheme if I don’t say something soon,” his laugh was tight, awkward.

You finally looked back up to him, your eyes flicking between his. “I know.” His face dropped in surprise, brows creasing when you started giggling, your joy overtaking you. “I overheard,” you admitted a little more sheepishly. 

He flushed a deep pink, stuttering over his words – “How much did you overhear, exactly?” 

You hummed, pretending to think it over, “Well, I think we should try at least a few dates before we talk about grandkids.” He groaned lowly, his head dropping to his chest, eyes squeezing shut, mortified. 

“Please tell me she hasn’t scared you off already” he asked, cringing, lifting his head again but staying close to you, setting off a tightness in your chest at the proximity, his cologne overwhelming your senses. 

It quickly turned into a grin when he heard you laugh, the sound bouncing around the lab. “I don’t think anyone could scare me away from you.”

“So it’s a yes, then?” 

“Yes, Jayce,” you nodded softly, not missing how his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily as he sighed with relief. 

“Let me take you out tonight, just the two of us?” he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it, his soft lips lingering against the skin as you beamed. 

“I would like that.” 

Bonus:

He hovered on your doorstep as you fished your keys out of your bag, unlocking the door and pushing to open slightly before turning back to him, noticing his distance. 

“I enjoyed tonight, thank you.” you kept your voice soft so as not to disturb any of your neighbours at the late hour.  He smiled bashfully, 

“I did too, very much so.” You both hovered for a second, the air seeming to thicken around you as you glanced at his lips, an unspoken question lingering in the air, not daring to be spoken. Finally, he took a small step forward, closing the gap between you until his face was hovering above yours, sharing your air. “Can I kiss you?”

“Gods yes.” 

His lips pressed to yours hesitantly, the soft skin brushing against yours so lightly you almost thought you imagined it as he pulled away, glancing down to your lips again teasingly. You pushed yourself up on your toes, finally crashing against him, balancing yourself on his shoulders as he pulled you closer, melding your lips together perfectly as your sin set alight, knocking the breath from your lungs.

You pulled away slowly, still leaning against his chest. “Do you want to come in?” You stepped away as his breath hitched, pulling on his hand gently as he trailed after you through your front door.

Bonus bonus: Ximena beamed when she saw Jayce link your hand with yours as he helped you out of the car, her eyes lighting up with a knowing glint as his fingers wrapped about yours tightly.

He rolled his eyes as he caught her, helping her out after you. “Don’t start,” he warned teasingly, lopping his arm with yours again as he pushed the door closed.  

She smirked, “I don’t know what you are talking about, son.”  

[pinklunarprincess]

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