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The Water's Cold Embrace Masterlist
Content: Female reader x Slico, pre-Arcane season 1, will go into season 1 but much later, young Silco, Vander, Sevika, Felicia, Connol, & baby Viktor, Vi, Powder, Viktor's parents, canon typical descriptions of violence & death, reader has water manipulation powers, sex (further warning in individual part), drugs, smoking, revolution, unrequited love...or is it???, friends to lovers, slow burn, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia/Connol)
A/N: since season 2 came out I was reminded that I had some bits and pieces of this story I made while watching season 1 and thought, hey, now is a good time as any to put them out there into the world. I wanted to write for the characters pre-season 1 cause how fun would it be to write for all their interactions before everything went to complete shit? It's so much fun and thus this fic was born lol. I hope you all enjoy!
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Guide:
โณ = Coming Soon ๐๏ธ= Ongoing ๐งจ = NSFW
Setlist: (Full Playlist)
Blood//Water
Love and War
Living in the Shadows
Snakes
Mermaids
The Angry River
Start a War
The Water's Cold Embrace: ๐๏ธ
Prologue:
แฅซแญก Chapter 1: The Winds of the Undercity {1.2K}
Act 1:
แฅซแญก Chapter 2: Turkey and Cheese {2.7K}
แฅซแญก Chapter 3: Sack of Potatoes {2.9K}
แฅซแญก Chapter 4: Just a Bedtime Story {3.7K}
Act 2:
แฅซแญก Chapter 5: Don't Jinx It {4.5K}
แฅซแญก Chapter 6: Bit of Friendly Banter {4.1K}
แฅซแญก Chapter 7: The Water's Embrace {5.9K}
แฅซแญก Chapter 8: Head On {7.6K}
Act 3:
แฅซแญก Chapter 9: Like Seahorses Do โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 10: .... โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 11: ... โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 12: ... โณ
Act 4:
แฅซแญก Chapter 13: Wailing Sea Witch โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 14: .... โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 15: ... โณ
แฅซแญก Chapter 16: โณ
Epilogue:
แฅซแญก Chapter 17: The Waters of Zuanโณ
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The faint, familiar sound of a certain song echoed throughout The Last Drop, the stillness of the room having shifted into a more light-hearted one with the music that was now playing.
There was a small laugh from Vander, who had been cleaning up the bar, a small shake of his head once he had realised what song was playing, again. Silco didn't have much of a reaction, apart from the subtle uplift of his lips, however, it had mostly been hidden from the fact that he was looking down at his notebook. Whereas, you had become so fond of the song that you couldn't help but leisurely swing your head side to side.
The blue haired woman was standing over at the jukebox, freely swaying her body in tune with the music. Her movements were both carefree and (almost) elegant, it could've looked like Felicia was attempting to replicate more of the sophisticated dancing in Topside, but the three of you knew she was just going with whatever she came up with in the moment.
A soft hum alongside the music blended in soon enough, Silco's eyes glancing up and over at you, who was mindlessly nodding your head along to the music - lost in your own world, no doubt.
A doting smile pulled on the man's lips, Vander noticing from his place behind the bar, as he looked over at your relaxed figure. He couldn't help it, he swore, you looked so untroubled in that mind, like the place the four of you called home wasn't such a shit-hole, like there was actually good in this hell.
The way your eyes sometimes shut when you got to a certain part in the song, or when you messed up your whole body would still until you could continue and get it right, that was when his heart was flutter in his chest.
The moment didn't last long, however, he heard the faint, amused breath from Vander, which quickly caused Silco to shake his head and keep his gaze down at his notebook in front of him, shaking his pen in his hand as if he was thinking about what he was writing.
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Zaundads Arcane AU where not only Vander but Silco find the girls on the bridge thus starts the awkward co-parenting still trying to kill each other but not really. Mostly Silco trying to not really kill Vander Sevika is just rolling her eyes.
The entirety of the undercity are just watching not sure if the 2 are a couple or not and everyone is kinda to scared to ask (Asking Benzo the man refuses to talk about it and Sevika just says that their fucking idiots and nothing else)
The kids don't go on the job because Silco is there and like 'Get more information more your job and have an exit plan ect' cue digging and finding out about Jayce's hex tech idea with leads to Jayce walking in on Powder and Ekko looking over his notes and showing their additions... he is very confused but also... kinda impressed. Once the others arrive after finding out Powder and Ekko left they find the 23 of them brainstorming. The three start working together and want to test it cue Viktor meeting them (And then Ekko and Powder trying to match-make Jayce and Vikor constantly, Jayce and Viktor get payback when Ekko and Powder start to realize they like each other)
This leading to under-city and nation of Zaun plan progressing and the entire council being confused by Silco and Vander relationship.
Caitlyn and Vi meeting and the 2 being instantly love-struck. Caitlyn gets the weirdest shovel talks ever.
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A Kiss For Loyalty
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young!silco x gn!reader [1.2k][AO3]
summary: You find him after the attack on the bridge, and you're left to figure out how to tread the fragile state of him.
tags: young silco, a few hours after vander tries to drown him, angst, established relationship, hurt silco, not betad
a/n: mid-lecture we were looking at photos of gash wounds and i couldn't help but think of young silco's face fresh after the drowning, so ofc i had to write a comfort fic for him. kinda comfort. it's mostly angst.
Vander couldnโt look you in the eye, couldnโt form a single word. And at first, worry was what overtook youโSilco hadnโt survived, lost in the fight. But the more you looked at the larger man who had returned, the more you recognised something else: the aftereffect when heโd had too much to drink, had raised his voice, had felt guilty. Regret.
You find Silco in your bedroom, curled up on the worn mattress that had held you both some countless nights. It had overheard the visions for your new nation, the sloppy passion of drunken evenings, the quiet rise and fall of breaths during winter. Now itโs witnessing something new.
Youโve never heard Silco cry. Your bedroom shrinks at the sound of it, as if the corners darken and round themselves to hold and hush him. Itโs a sharp sting, an undeniably pained cry bleeding into his palm, cupped around his mouth.
When you approach, youโre silentโassessing, investigating, worrying if this isnโt something you can fix. Heโs never been so evidently broken. Youโre not sure whether itโs about Vander or at the failure of their uprising, both of which had taken a large portion of his heart.
โSilco?โ you whisper, taking another step forward.
โDonโt,โ he manages, his sobs becoming quieter, but affecting his breath, bubbling out of him in squeaks and chokes. โPlease,โ
You shake your head, keeping your ground but keeping your eyes on him. Heโs refusing to remove his reddened hands from his face, his hair curtaining over his left side, black, wet strings.
โYouโre hurt,โ you furrow, focusing on the blood down his hand. You rush forward, chest attempting to wrangle in a frenzied heart. โShow me, hey, Sโโ
โStop!โ he inches away from you, a childlike recoil that makes you freeze.
Itโs a foreign behaviour, a desperation heโs never worn, never come close to mimicking. As far as youโve known him heโs been the opposite. Even in pain, he stitched together a composure so convincing it made others doubt he could ever truly feel the hurt he was raised around.
You suppose that itโs something heโs worked on, refined throughout the years after taking on the responsibility of becoming Zaunโs face, alongside Vander. His ideologies had spilled straight from his heart into your ear. You understood why he worked so hard to maintain a strong face.
That man was gone; he hadn't entered the room this time.
Heโs hiding, you see, shielding his face from you. This, you understand, is something he thinks may spare you from even a fraction of the pain he must be feeling. Heโs always been so. To hoard the suffering and smile.
โYou donโt want me to see you?โ you ask, kneeling by the bed and retracting your hands.
Silco doesnโt answer, the chokes of suppressed sobs the only sound from him.
โItโs alright,โ with a shake of your head, you turn around, facing the other way and leaning against the bed. โI donโt have to see you. Justโฆ just talk to me,โ
You wait a beat, then another, waiting for his voice, willing his voice to regard you again. Anything with a meaning that you could warp into a sign of hope.
โPlease,โ you add. Itโs unintentionally desperate, pleading, giving him the power of controlling where the conversation goes. Something he needs, you suppose, something heโs certain is still predictable.
You hear a sharp breath behind you, then the shuffle of your bedsheets. Your eyes slide the farthest they can without turning your head, attempting to see any glimpse of him.
Then his hand enters your periphery, pale skin against scarlet, fingers twitching and shaking as his forearm rests on your shoulder.
You take gentle hold of his hand, turning it this way and that in search for wounds. But nothing. โWhoโฆโ your breath escapes, โIs this your blood?โ
โYes,โ he responds, a word that pricks at your lungs sharply.
You see the moment clearer now. A wound so deep that to reveal it is its own pain.
You recall Vanderโs face. The shame that distorted his features, how ugly it becomes as you try to piece together the fragmented pieces.ย
โVander did something,โ you surmise. Your breath quickens, a sneer creating brackets around your flared nostrils. โDid Vander do something?โ
You feel Silcoโs breath near the top of your head, but before youโre able to turn, a weight settles over you. Momentarily, you hold, letting the firmness of his muscles process on your body, around your shoulders, his other arm snaking over your bones and holding you backwards to him.
You hear his soft sniffs over your head and slightly to one side, the bone of his cheek pressing against your crown.
There it is again. Itโs a spear through your body, the sound of him. It strikes a fissure along your lungs, each sudden inhale a crack veining in your airways, each tremoring breath he takes an earthquake on your skull. Vander, what have you done?
You take his hand and hold it to your cheek, the cool back of his hand against the warm apple of your face. You interlace your fingers, a familiar practice, just as fluid as the locking of legs in the night, or the pressing of palms for a prayer.
Next was the chaste kiss on his index knuckle, for loyalty. Then on the middle knuckle, for liberty. Another on the ring knuckle, for luck. And lastly, a kiss on the pinky knuckle, for love.
It was a silent conversation he and you had made, meeting mouth to bone always easier than devoting a voice to each word.
His other hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing your arm upwards and over your head, your own knuckles meeting his familiar lips. But they tremble.
He breathes a kiss, gentle, on your index knuckle, starting, then failing. His breath falls jagged on your skin.
For a moment he restarts, the warmth of his air hovering over your knuckle. But again he fails.
Your frown deepens. Even more so when he moves your hand and skips to your pinky knuckle, the only promise fulfilled.
โHow bad is it?โ your voice slightly muffles against his hand near your mouth.
He swallows, clearing his throat. โAt theโฆ we were at the river, heโโ he grips your hand slightly tighter.
โItโs still hurting?โ
His clothes shuffle. โYeah,โ
โLet me look?โ
Silence.
You start to think heโll reject you again, not yet prepared to face you in whatever shape Vander had left him. But he loosens his arm around your shoulders and moves away, his presence at your back fading.
Your other hand remains in his, the anchor, as you shift on the floor and turn.
You look up and your eyes meet. No. One eye meets yours.
You sense his panic by how the one remaining blue jumps between your eyes, tips of his mouth downwards. He brushes aside his wet hair.
The left side of his face had been marred, a trench of exposed muscle, skin, and blood bared at you. The blackened sclera is haunting, a flame moving in tandem with the watery blue of his other eye.
Youโre more than certain thereโs nothing but indignation gushing through your veins. Yet, Silco remains beautiful. You realised a long time ago it was difficult for him to not be, no matter the state of him. And still now, left eye diseased with the molten of betrayal, mouth frowned by grief, fear in his good eye.
โItโs not over,โ he whispers, leaning forward as you reach up and cup the unmarred side of him. โWeโll take back Zaun,โ
There he is. No man, no river, could ever kill him. โYouโll show them,โ you press a kiss to his index knuckle.
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Maybe some Young! Silco fic? (Or anything that you wanna do) I already loved his older version but his Young self in The last episodes got my heart in a grip ๐ญ๐๐ He looks so full of dreams and maybe a little silly. Maybe with a energetic/chaotic significant other!
young!silco also has me in a death grip don't worry. hope you enjoy this!!
warnings: fem!reader, violence, sexual innuendos, secondhand embarrassment for drunk rambling
โItโs doable!โ
โDoable and survivable are two very different things.โ
Vander knocked his head against the metal backing of his mining gloves repeatedly, aching for the two of you to come to a compromise. The light of the fungi matched the tink tink tink of his patience running thin.
Crunching footsteps had him pausing, one eye opening to find Felicia pushing her helmet up higher on her head as she stared at you and Silco just beyond, still very much squabbling. She leaned on her hip, one hand rising to rest on it as she smiled down at Vanderโs hunched form.
โAre they still arguing about the gap?โ she whispered.
He groaned quietly instead of answering. It was all she needed.
โI can make it!โ you protested, arms gesturing to the other side of the ravine. โIโve jumped buildings twice the distance.โ
โWhen youโre jumping buildings you can see the ground,โ Silco argued, pointing to the darkness below. โWe donโt know how long a fall that is, you absolute lunatic.โ
โYouโve gotta hand it to her,โ Felicia chuckled, taking up camp next to Vander. โNo one else would even think of jumping across.โ
โSheโs an adrenaline junkie,โ Vander muttered. โJumping off shit is all she thinks about.โ
โWould youโjust let meโdamn it, Sil!โ
The shuffle of boots and clothes had both of their heads turning, watching with equally amused expressions as Silco passed by with you being half carried half dragged away from the ravine. Silco didnโt pay them a glance as he went. You kept stretching back the way you came, struggling but not truly putting all your energy into it. Felicia could tell. You loved being his center of attention for as long as possible, even if it kept you away from your wild pastimes.ย
The sound of a horn echoed through the caves, sending the fungi white with the sound. The work day was finished.ย
โBack to the last drop, then?โ Felicia hummed, standing and offering a hand to the big man. He accepted it with a soft grin, following her out. The two of them watched Silco far ahead, who was now fully carrying you in your grieved state. You kept muttering you could have made it.
โThink theyโll ever get together?โ she hummed, nudging Vander.
โWish they would,โ he sighed. โIt was annoying years ago, now its just pitiful.โ
She laughed, waving a hand at you when you pulled your head up from Silcoโs shoulder to eye them. โWell, sheโll never do it. Sheโs convinced herself heโs too focused on our cause to ever settle down.โ
โSome days I think the same thing,โ Vander said, introspective when she glanced up at him, โothers, I catch him looking at her. He doesnโt open up, barely does around us, butโฆโ
โDisappears around her, yeah?โ She smiled at him and he mirrored her, nodding.
Later that night, the Last Drop was bustling with the newest record added to the box. Youโre dancing over chairs, running across the edge of the pool tables as people chant your name. Someone tossed a mug through the air and you caught it, swallowing the contents down and cheering with the rest before continuing on with dancing.ย
Silco watched from his bar seat. He had cruel timing, turning his eyes back to his notebook when you pulled yourself away from the crowd to glance at him. To you, he was lost in his own world, but really he fell into yours quite easily. You were distracting. He perked up at the sound of your voice without meaning to, knew the outline of your body in his periphery.ย Abrasive and chaotic. Youโre too much, too loud.
Too perfect for someone as withdrawn and stiff as him.
โOh, heaven help me,โ Vander grumbled, both hands on the bar as he stared at the scene. Silco paused to raise an eyebrow at him. โShe just downed three shots in one.โ
โHow many does that make it now?โ he questioned.
โEight.โ
Both of their heads dropped, knowing how the night would be going.
โAll right, I give!โ Felcia slammed a hand on the bar as she walked up, panting. โI canโt keep up with her. Gods. Where does she get the energy?โ
Vander passed her a drink as Silco shrugged, music blaring all around them. Felicia scowled when she noticed his journal.ย
โOh, cโmon, Silco. Let loose for a bit!โ she shouted over the din of the bar, clapping a hand on his shoulder.ย
โIf I did that, nothing would ever get done around here,โ he returned, smirking as she rolled her eyes.ย
The counter shook under them, the second bang of Vanderโs fist sending both of them on high alert. Two meant trouble.ย
Felicia spun around, Silco turned in his seat. There by the record player you were backed against the wall by a man, one arm caging you in while his fingers pinched your chin. The cold look in your eyes had a shiver streaking down Silco's spine. You were a storm like this and heโd been lost to it for years.ย
The man said something that made you scoff, batting his hand away and sliding to get out from under him. As his hand grabbed your upper arm Silco realized he was no longer sitting. Even across the room he could read your lips.
โLast chance. Beat it,โ you warned.
The man laughed and tugged you closer, it sent your knee right between his legs. When he bent over, Silco heard the crack as your fist met the manโs jaw. He hit the ground, dead weight.ย
Fuck, he thought, hands curling into fists at his side. You were perfect.
You stumbled back a few steps. It seemed those shots had soaked in. You were cradling your hand as yells broke out, slow to turn as a couple of goons stood from a table nearby.
โGreat,โ Felicia puffed, pushing off the bar, โhe had lackeys.โ
Vander shouted as they ran at you, Silco was halfway to you when you dodged the first swing, putting you straight into the path of another. Your back hit the record player, a scratch disrupting the music. The entire bar turned, regulars rushing forward without second thought and jumping the goons.ย
Silco went straight to you, mindful of the chair Felicia was brandishing overhead as she flew into the meat of the fight.ย
โLet me see,โ he said, sliding a hand under your jaw and tilting your head back. You were hunching, still holding that hand of yours to your chest.ย
โHey, Sil,โ you slurred, grinning and wincing. Your lower lip was busted, the right side of your face already beginning to swell from the jaw up. โCan you believe that guy? Down in one hit, hah!โ
โStill have all your teeth?โ he asked, wiping the blood trailing from the corner of your mouth.ย
โWhat? You want me to open wide for you?โ
He ticked a brow, scowling through the heat that flashed through his stomach.ย
โCome on, letโs get ice on that,โ he muttered, wrapping an arm around you. You hummed happily, falling into his side. Even as drunk as you were, your feet barely stumbled as he led you to the basement door. He nodded to Vander who already had the same idea, coming around the back of the bar to pass him an ice pack and a clean rag. He thanked him.
โTake care of her,โ Vander said, rubbing a hand over your back. You tossed the big man a smile before he returned to his station.
โKeep that on there,โ Silco said to you, heart aching as you hissed at the touch of it.ย
โIโve got it,โ you muttered, hand brushing his. He made sure you kept it pressed to your cheek before opening the door and helping you in first, careful of the stairs as he closed it behind him. The sounds of fighting and the skipping music was muffled as he led you into the bowels of the Last Drop, setting you down gently on the couch.
He reached for your hand, frowning when you turned away from him.ย
โLet me see,โ he said.
โItโs fine,โ you grumbled, curling into the couch.
โIโd like to see that for myself,โ he pushed, fingers gentle as they smoothed over your wrist. Your furrowed brow relaxed a bit, watery eyes trailing to him. โLet me see,โ he asked again, softer.
You sighed, the weight of your arm settling into his palm as he moved to sit next to you. You hand shook in both of his, the skin of your knuckles ripped open and gushing red. When he attempted to move your pointer and middle fingers you whimpered, head falling into his shoulder.
He apologized, pulling one hand away to reach into his jacket. โItโs sprained. Iโll need to wrap it.โ
โSweet Sil,โ you sighed, your good cheek rubbing against his shoulder as you brought your knees up, โalways prepared for the worst.โ
โI wouldnโt have to be if you werenโt constantly getting into trouble,โ he hummed, pulling out a roll of bandages and beginning his work. You curled into him as he cleaned you up, tensing when he secured your bruised digits. As he tied the bandages off around your wrist, he sighed, holding your hand in his, thumb running over your skin.ย
โMโsorry,โ you sniffed.
He turned his head, a breath punched from his lungs as he saw tears slipping down your cheeks. The ice pack laid abandoned in your lap.ย
โWhat are you apologizing for?โ he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face.ย
โI always make a mess,โ you whispered, little gasps slipping. Each one was a bullet to his chest. He couldnโt stand seeing you cry. โI always annoy you.โ
โNo,โ he murmured, arms stretching over you to pull you into his lap, โno, you donโt annoy me, pet.โ
โYes, I do,โ you sobbed. โI get into t-trouble when I-when I just want you to look at me.โ
Oh, Gods help him. He knew this was the alcohol talking but the hopeful flame in his heart was burning into a torch. He needed to calm you down and get you to bed.ย
โIโm looking,โ he said, lips grazing your forehead as he rubbed your back. โYou donโt have to try so hard. Iโm always looking.โ
You sniffed and he grabbed the bloody rag, nudging the cleanest corner towards you to blow your nose. He chuckled when you groaned, curling deeper into his chest.
โToo drunk for this,โ you mumbled. โStupid shots.โ
โStupid shots, indeed,โ he said, rolling his eyes. โLet's get you some water and go to bed.โ
You whined, hiding your face in his neck. โWanna stay here. Mโwarm.โ
He sighed, settling into the couch. Eventually you would nod off. Heโd carry you into bed, then.
โHairโs nice.โ
โWhat?โ he chuckled, trying to look down at you, but it was impossible with you smushed up against him.
โYour hair,โ you said, lips moving against his neck. โI like it when itโs bun. Hair frames your face nice. Sโhandsome.โ
Youโre going to hate yourself in the morning, he thought, holding back his laughter. You were never going to live this down and he wasnโt nearly nice enough to not tease you about this for the rest of your life.ย
โFace hurts,โ you sighed. He rubbed your calf, shushing you.
โSleep, pet,โ he murmured against your forehead.ย
โYouโll stay?โ you asked.
โIโll stay,โ he promised.
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FOR YOUR ARCANE PROMPTS LIST POOKIE: "hands under your lover's clothes" w/Silco??? perhaps?? perchance?? PLS PLS POOKIE, MY GLORIOUS QUEEN, MY EVERYTHING <3
โเฑจเงหโกห silco x gn!reader, complicated relationship, a little angst, no spoilers for s2, cat & mouse dynamic but who is who? wc: 768
โItโs dangerous playing games with a patient man.โ
โAre you? Patient?โ
Silcoโs mouth flutters into what could pass for a fleeting smile. Itโs a rare expression on him, an ease that is seldom seen in the years since he left Vanderโs side. Nowadays, he is nothing like the fresh-faced youth so desperate to fix the world you first met.
โMore so than many, Iโd reckon,โ he replies placidly, watching you with idle interest. You lean on his oak wood desk, the rough grain of the wood warm beneath your fingers as you skim over his notes and ledgers. His meticulous nature is evident in the way he organised everything about the Shimmer trade. Itโs almost irritating. โYou are here for a reason.โ
The gentle accusation falls on deaf ears.
โI was just saying hello,โ you drawl, your voice low, swinging your attention his way. Silcoโs scoff is a low, throaty sound, barely audible, but filled with disdain.ย
Youโre not sure when it started, you and him. If it was survival or a desire for a better life that drove you both from the start. You wanted freedom and independence and then he took the Undercity, and, in a way, you too. Since then, youโve existed in his sphere, enjoying his favour. Flaunt it without making it obvious, slipping past the cracks of his rules.ย
He appears so collected on his chair, a king on his throne in truth, but his immaculate clothes are wrinkled, buttons undone, and his Adamโs apple bobs when you touch his tie. You know better than to go near his throat. The last time you did, fingers eager and teeth nipping at the taut flesh there, he jerked back as if shocked. Terror and rage had overcome him, twisting you on his bed, still tangled in each other, before you could turn back your instincts.ย When his hands closed around your throat in response, you didnโt fight him off, and maybe it was that above all else that made Silco snap out of his spell.
No, instead, you slip your hand past the unbuttoned shirt, tracing over his sharp collarbone. Silco rests his cheek lightly on his hand, watching you through a narrowed eyed stare. Daring you, yes, but also curious. The heavy scarring on his face never bothered you. You didnโt lack scars of your own, but thisโฆย
You slip forward, knee resting on the chair between his parted legs, hand slipping lower, to rest over his thudding heart.ย
โHello.โ Your lips shape the word before you breathe them against his lips again. Your free hand cups his face and the hard beat of his heart echoes against your palm.ย
The kiss is gentle, more civilised than either of you are used to, a sweetness that lingers even though itโs not what either of you normally craves, but when he doesnโt pull away, a secret thrill shoots up your spine. His deep inhale fills your ears, the heat of his lips imprinting on yours. A deep, rumbling sound vibrates through his chest when you deepen the kiss, your fingers moving in gentle circles over his skin.ย
With a viperโs swiftness, Silco snaps his hand behind your head when you break the kiss, keeping you close. Nose to nose, your breaths mingle. You canโt quite tell what lingers in his burning gaze, one icy blue, another molten gold.ย
โAre you hoping to endear yourself to me?โ he asks, knowing and throaty. โA foolish play.โ
โI wonโt say that,โ you say, breathless. โAnd if I wasโฆ well, I think youโre holding up just fine.โ
Licking your lips, you pull back, grinning at him. He hasnโt moved, his knuckles returning to his cheek. Nonchalant, except for the heavy weight with which he still examines you. Silco wonโt indulge you in admitting you do this because youโre the only one he can rely on in this shitty, twisted world of yours. You support his vision, youโve always believed it, even when you were younger.ย
Adjusting your dishevelled clothes, you look over at him once more. Not so crisp and orderly for once. Satisfaction nestles in your gut at the observation that the usually perfectly groomed and dressed manโthis infamous crime lordโis a mess in the dim light of his office. Undone. Caught. Even if predatory hunger reflects in that golden hue.ย
You wag your fingers in a playful wave. โItโs dangerous playing games with patient people, love, havenโt you heard?โ
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daddy issues walked to silco could run a drug empire
#twilight sparkle poser.#silco and sevika coparenting fic when?#eyestrain#arcane silco#silco#digital painting#arcane#arcane fanart#digital art
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nsfw sevika headcannons.
author's note - this is really short sorry but hi i'm making a comeback.
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- def into choking. she loves seeing you claw at her arm, loves seeing your eyes get all glassy eyed from how stupid she's making you on her cock.
- she loves marking, seeing bites she littered on your body from the night before gets her all hot and bothered. "who did that to you, bunny?" , she always asks you the next morning, thinking it's so cute how flustered you get.
- she can't get enough of manhandling, especially if you're on the heavier side. it's such an ego boost when she's able to pick you up and throw you around, hauling you into any position she'd like.
- face fucking is a must. she'll make you look at her while she grinds her clit up on your tongue, her juices spreading all over your face. or she'll force you to go all the way on her dick, sevika will swear up and down that she can feel the way throat constricts when she shoves her strap all the way down your throat, relishing in the way you gag, making some of the prettiest sounds she's ever been blessed to hear.
- show!sevika would probably be too afraid to do anything in public for the sake of your safety, but modern!sevika's favorite thing is to fuck you in the most public of places. fingering you on trains, eating you out in a resturant's bathroom stall, sometimes, she loves to use those long distance vibrators whenever you're out alone.
uhhh that's all i have sorry :3
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What if Astrid find a pic of young Silco by accident hehhehehehhehehehehhe
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A Drink With Me ficlet
870 words || Established relationship || Silco x Astrid (but can be read as gen f!reader) || SFW but suggestive || MDNI
โOh my Gods.โ
โWhat?โ
โOh. My Gods.โ
Time has stripped the photograph between your fingers of its glossy sheen and has left the edges blunt and frayed, but you would recognise those features anywhere; no less sharp nor striking through the faded sepia.
โThis is you.โ
It had slipped from between two ledgers as youโd perused Silcoโs bookshelves โ an activity more to entertain your idle hands than a genuine search for reading material. The image itself is simple and candid: A young man, seemingly oblivious to the fact his portrait is being taken, sat at a familiar bar, with eyes downcast toward a spread of papers.
That same man looks up at you now from a very similar spread of papers. โWhat is?โ
โThis.โ You drift over to his desk and perch on its edge, all the while unable to tear your gaze from the photo in your hands. The pitch dark hair swept back into a low bun. The familiar strays โ the same ones that even now will always be the first to escape any styling under the combing of agitated fingers โ falling forward into his face, only far longer and thicker than youโre used to. His skin, unblemished and smooth, save for the chronic furrow between his brows โ etched there long before time and tragedy ravaged the rest.
Silco hums absently; an indication that he acknowledges your discovery but finds little interest in it. You can imagine the man in the photograph making the exact same noise, were someone to distract him from his paperwork for a reason he deemed benign. You flip the photo over. No date.
โHow old are you here?โ
Silco exhales through his nose, places his pen down with a pointed clack, and extends his hand wordlessly toward you.
โHah! Do you think Iโm wet behind the ears?โ you hold the photograph out of his reach, โYou can tell just fine from over there thank you very much.โ
He cuts you a scathing glance, before leaning forward in his chair with a foreboding creak to peer more closely at the image. His scarred lips purse slightly in thought.
โMidโlate twenties. I canโt say for certain.โ
โYou were hot.โ
โWere?โ
โWere and are,โ you coo, reclining backwards over the desk into his space, one elbow pitched on his paperwork to hold your weight whilst you flap the photograph in front of his face, โCan I keep this?โ
โFor what reason?โ
โDirty ones.โ
โHardly necessary,โ Silco says, the very corner of his mouth creasing upwards as he catches your wrist to halt your photo-flapping, โYou have access to the real thing.โ
โTrue, true, and you can be sure Iโll continue taking advantage of that.โ You grin, shoving your captured, photo-wielding arm a little closer to him in emphasis, โBut right now Iโm talking about some alone time with this guy.โ
Silco scoffs under his breath and releases your wrist. You twist onto your front, weight propped on both elbows as you admire the photograph in your grip. You trace a finger down the slender throat of the man in the photo, over the generous wedge of chest exposed by his open crimson collar.
โDโyou think heโd notice me? If I came into that bar?โ
โOh Iโm certain he would.โ
โYeah?โ You lift your gaze from the man in the photo to the one before you โ as equally breathtaking. More so. You catch your lower lip between your teeth. โWhat line would he use?โ
Silco hums, low and thoughtful, leaning forward in his chair, closing in on your space. He picks up his abandoned pen, briefly twirling the implement until itโs poised between his elegant fingers like a cigarette. Nib safely facing his own palm.
โAfter downing the dregs of his drink for courage... he would have approached you.โ
With sensual tenderness, he brushes the barrel of his pen along your cheek, warmed metal against warmer skin. Catching at the curve of your jawline, and tracing over your pulse in a way that makes it fumble a beat.
โCast his gaze over each of your pretty, pretty features. One by one,โ he murmurs, slowly drawing the end of the pen down your jugular, down the slope of your collar bone, to leisurely trail through the cut of your cleavage. The corner of your mouth hooks up. The warmth low in your belly coils a little tighter.
โHe would have leaned in close,โ Silco whispers, demonstrating just so, โClose enough that youโd almost taste the whiskey on his breath.โ
Blunt metal drags a purposeful line up your throat, and your lips part softly as he tilts your face toward his with the barrel of his pen flat and firm beneath your chin.
โAnd asked you โ very nicely โ to stop leaning on his paperwork.โ
You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek while Silcoโs dual eyes sizzle with smug mirth. Itโd be unthinkable, really โ to forfeit either one for the sake of a matching pair.
You straighten and push off his desk, hips swaying as you saunter over to the bedroom with the photograph in hand.
โWell,โ you say, pausing in the threshold and turning to him with a smirk, โIf you need us, you know where weโll be.โ
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Late night thoughts....
Imagine finding younger pictures of Silco and him trying to puck the photo from your hands but you just say.
"Damn so it is true."
He grabs the photo to lock it away. But asks what you meant.
You walk over to him lifting his chin to look at you.
"Men do get finer with age."
Then you lean down and kiss his goofy lil smile.
(The things I would do to this man are unreal. Get that boy moaning like a wanton whore)
#jamie talks#late night fic thoughts#young silco#silco#silco x reader#gn reader#masc reader#height difference#arcane silco#silco arcane
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Desperately seeking something more with you
a short drabble
featuring. Silco x brothel worker!reader
requested. by anon
Silco sat in the booth, his presence commanding, as always. One hand lazily cradled a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he took a drag, the smoke curling from his lips like a seductive whisper in the quiet. The other hand was resting casually against the edge of the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the worn wood. His mismatched eyes glinted in the low light, constantly surveying his surroundings but it always came back to you.
You were seated next to him, close enough that the heat of his body seemed to radiate toward you, but not so close that you couldnโt feel the space between you, the challenge hanging in the air. The dress you wore was a small thing, little more than fabric that barely covered you. But it wasnโt just the revealing nature of the dress that made you feel the tension. Maybe it was the way you could feel his eyes on you, watching every movement with that unsettlingly calm intensity.
Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned back slightly, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat. You knew his gaze never left you. He liked watching you. More than he probably wanted to admit. And you enjoyed it just as much, teasing him with every little movement. Slowly, you traced your fingers up his arm, the touch light, lingering, until your fingertips brushed his skin just above the cuff of his sleeve. The movement was deliberate, almost like a challenge, and you could feel the faintest tension building in him, though he didnโt move. He didnโt need to.
โYouโre awfully quiet tonight,โ you remarked, your voice soft but playful. You set your glass down, your fingers lingering just a moment longer on the edge of the table. โNot the usual Silco Iโm used to.โ
He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled toward your face. You leaned into it, savoring the sensation of the smoke swirling around you. It was strange and ntoxicating like everything about him.
โIโd prefer to listen,โ Silco replied, his voice low, almost a growl. It was a voice meant for the shadows, a voice that demanded attention without needing to raise itself.
โTo what?โ you asked, curiosity making your voice teasing. You leaned in just a little, letting your breath tickle his ear as you did.
His lips curled upward, the smallest of smirks forming. โTo see how far youโll go,โ he said, his words calculated, laced with an undertone that was almostโฆ dangerous. But you were never one to shy away from danger.
You smirked back, your fingers tracing along the edge of the table until you reached his cigarette. Without breaking eye contact, you reached for it, stealing it from his fingers with a practiced grace. Bringing it to your lips, you took a slow drag, the smoke filling your lungs, adding a heady weight to the already thick air between you. The sharp taste of it filled your senses, heightened the unspoken sensations. You could see the slight shift in his expression as he watched you, the faint glimmer of approval mixed with something darker.
You exhaled, a cloud of smoke rising between you as you leaned in, close enough that your lips almost brushed against his ear. โI can go as far as you like me too,โ you whispered, the words barely a breath.
There was a flicker in his mismatched eyes, a challenge of his own. Without another word, he shifted, his hand finding your waist with the precision of someone used to taking control. But there was no force in the movement, just the weight of his hand as he gently guided you to straddle his lap. You felt the shift in the air, the change in his posture as he settled beneath you, his body tensing beneath yours. His hands were firm on your hips, guiding you in a way that made your pulse quicken.
You could feel him. All of him. His body pressed against yours, hard and unmistakable, one that simmered beneath the surface. It made your heart race and your skin flush.
His hand slid slowly from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as you shifted on his lap, feeling the bulge beneath you. He didnโt try to hide it, didnโt seem to care. Instead, he simply watched you with those dark eyes of his, amusement flashing across his face as you continued to tease.
And then you did something unexpected. Without warning, you lifted yourself off him slightly, still straddling him but giving just enough space to make the tension thicker, heavier. Your legs stayed on either side of his hips, your hands sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair. He inhaled sharply, the breath caught in his throat.
โBold,โ he said, his voice rougher now, laced with something darker. โI like that.โ
And you smirked, the taste of smoke still lingering on your tongue. โDonโt act surprised now,โ you replied, leaning down just enough that your lips brushed against his jaw, teasing the skin there.
He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver through you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress, but you could feel the way his entire body reacted to the proximity. His breath came a little faster, his pulse quickening. But he didnโt let go of the control he had towards himself.
โYouโre a lot of things, but youโre never predictable,โ he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin, sending a ripple of electricity through you.
โI sure am full of surprises,โ you said, your lips hovering just a fraction away from his, teasing him with the promise of something more. You could feel his breath on your skin, the warmth of his body pressing against you, but neither of you made a move just yet. The space between you was filled with desire, each moment stretched thin, vibrating with anticipation. And then you leaned in, brushing your lips lightly against his, a kiss that was sweet but far too brief.
His hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened. His lips were insistent, hungry even, as he tugged you against him. His touch was bruising, but it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you have been craving for.
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Turkey and Cheese ch. 2
Summary: On the run from enforcers, you collide straight into someone in your rush. Someone whose seafoam eyes take your breath away and all you want to do is spend a little bit more time with him.
Content: female reader x Silco, pre-season 1 arcane, first meeting, gendered terms, reader has water manipulation powers, young Silco, young reader, you share a stolen sandwich with Silco, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna)
Word Count: 2.7K
A/N: The characters will age up, but the plan I have set up is reader meets Silco and the others when they are all still teens so there is only going to be like...one or two more chapters as teens and then we're getting aged up. I hope you all enjoy!!
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You got too much joy picking on the Enforcers that hang around the bridge that separated the shining city of Piltover and the not-so-bright Undercity. You stole their lunches and their coin, called them every name under the sun, and threw rocks at them from dark corners.ย
It pissed them the fuck off making it prime entertainment for you.
Your guardian, Janna, disapproved of your shenanigans. The lectures wereย tooย long whenever you were caught. Lectures about reasonability and grace and blah, blah,ย blahย .ย
So, to avoid such mind-numbing lectures, you waited until Janna disappeared for days on end to let chaos ensue.
And this fog-heavy day was one of those days.
Your stomach growled, clenching and twisting in hunger as you knelt on top of one of the run-down tenement houses near the bridge. You watched four Enforcers walk out of the broader toll house, switching posts with the other four Enforcers standing before the bridge.ย
You had been watching them for most of the night, counting and double counting how many Enforcers were on duty. You counted nine in total, which was one less than there had been last time youโd done this.ย
Someone must be sick or had been fired or, maybe, they were dead. Whatever the reason, it didnโt matter one bit to you. All you cared about now was earning a few coins and getting a homemade meal from someone's spouse for a late dinner.
You rushed into action after one last scan of the area, before rushing across the roofs. When you came to the end of this line of tenements, you hopped down onto the fire escape below, a small grunt escaping your lips before starting down the rusting stairs.ย
Once on the ground, you yanked your hood up and shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket, trying to keep a low profile as you walked the short distance across the recently redone cobblestoned road. You disappeared into the large shadows the street lamps cast, walking along the smooth wall of the tollhouse.
โBeth just got accepted into that fancy college she wanted.โ A gruff voice filtered out from a small, open window.ย
โWell, shit--โ Was the last of that conversation you heard as you climbed up a ladder around the back of the building.ย
You stayed crouched low as you made way to the vent in the center of the roof. You had used this vent for years, but, as you quietly pulled the metal covering off and lowered yourself into the vent system, found it might be one of your last times.ย
You were getting too big to fit in the vent.
This was a child's game, as unfortunate as it was to admit, and at the ripe age of fourteen, you were no child anymore.ย
โWeโve been saving up--โ And blah, blah,ย blaaahhhhย .ย
Enforcers rarely had anything exciting to talk about. It was always about someone's family or about whatever game they had gone to watch. It had nearly sent you into tears as you crawled through the vents.ย
Where was the excitement? The danger?ย
Didnโt Encforcer beat Undercityians up for fun?ย
You finally made it to the vent in the locker room area. It was bland and hardly fit hardly enough lockers for every enforcer stationed here, but to you, it was a gold mine.ย
You opened the vent, placing it slowly on the other side of the vent shaft, and hopped into the room, hitting the ground on near-silent feet and a held-in grunt. You waited a few seconds to see if anyone had heard you before starting on opening each locker and taking as many coin potches as you could find. The only good thing the last locker had to offer was a piece of gum instantly shoved into your mouth.ย
Just as you opened the fridge and grabbed someone's paper bag lunch, the door opened.ย
Your blood went cold. You've been caught one too many times over the years, but each time it happened it never helped ease your nerves.ย
A younger-looking Enforcer saw you instantly, his eyes narrowing in something like confusion. You didnโt recognize this Enforcer from past interactions, so you assumed he was new.ย
โHey! Who the hell are you?โย
โNo one.โ You pulled on the most innocent look you could muster, hiding the lunch behind your back. โI think I might have taken a wrong turn.โย
โA wrong--โ The Enforcer then saw the open and ransacked lockers. It clicked then, what had happened hereย rightย under his nose.ย
Before the Enforcer had time to speak, you pushed past him into the small hallway.ย
โHey!โ He shouted after you but you were already booking it into the office area where six enforcers sat. They noticed you almost instantly, rising from their seats in the blink of an eye. One tried to grab you, but you twisted out of his way and dodged another on-coming man.ย
The front door open with aย bangย and all but threw yourself into the street, your gum falling from your mouth in the process.ย
โGrab her!โ One of the enforcers shouted, singling the four others standing before the bridge. Those four were too far away to do any grabbing, so you didnโt feel the need to be worried about them.ย
You ran downwards, toward the looming city you called home. As you ran closer and closer, the air seemed to get thicker--ย dirtierย than that of the air by the bridge. This wasnโt anything new to you, your throat and lungs taking less than a second to adjust to the polluted air.ย
The continuous shouting from behind let you know that the Enforcers were still hot on your tail. You would either lose them eventually in this maze of run-down buildings and streets or they would give up, finding they didnโt want to venture as far into the city as you were going to take them.ย
Time would only tell which it would be, so you pushed yourself harder.ย
You made the first sharp turn into a familiar alleyway, an enforcer that had been getting too close to you tripping and falling into a couple of barrels full of fish. You gave a sharp laugh, looking over your shoulder to watch that scene unfold in your utter glee.
And just as you made to turn back around, you collided into something solid and bony.
You and the person youโd just hit at full speed went tumbling to the ground, each giving own round of curses.ย
A pair of blue-green eyes halted your escape. A pair of eyes that took yourย breathย awayโฆwell, maybe it had been from the impact but your breath wasย differentlyย stolen and these eyes--eyes likeย seafoamย werenโt helping.
The blue-green eyes were attached to a thin, sharp face covered in skin that looked like it hardly got out in the sun.ย
Thoughย everyoneย down here always had that โhardly seen the sunโ look about them.ย
This guy wasย veryย attractive.ย Tooย attractive some might say.ย
So attractive it almost had you forgetting about the four enforcers running after you.ย
ย The blue-green eyes narrowed up at you, completely pissed off.ย
โGet the hell off--โย
ย โSheโs in there!โ The enforcer that had just fallen into fish guts shouted to his coworkers. The boyโs eyes widened and he looked past you to find what you already knew was coming into the alley.ย
โDo you have a canteen?โ The boy snapped back to you, anger written clear on his face.ย
โWhat? No--โ You gave him an eye roll.ย
Who didn't carry a water canteen with them?ย
Wellโฆyou didnโt, but that was beside the point.ย
โA flask?โ You tried again.
โYou ran into me and broughtย enforcersย with you and you're asking me if I have a--โ He gave a startled sort of sound as you began patting him down. Youโd grown tired of his rambling. You found a flask in his jacket in an inner pocket and gave a little sound of triumph.ย
โThank you!โ You sweetly spoke, pushing yourself off the guy who looked so bewildered by you it wasย cuteย . You turned your attention back onto the four enforcers blocking the exit.ย
โThought you could get away with it this time,ย girlย .โ One of them hissed through his mask. You recognized this man to be Rufus, an Enforcer that had been stationed on the bridge the longest.ย
โBut whatever did I do,ย sir?ย โ He gave a growl, taking a step forward that was meant to be threatening.ย
โGive it back and weโll forget this ever happened.โ You knew that was a lie. As soon as you got close enough, theyโd grab you and throw you in jail.ย
โPromise?โ Rufus was growing impatient, you could see it in his brown, tired eyes.
โย Promiseย .โ He grit out. This made you smile.ย
โAlright, mister.โ You pulled the flask out from behind your back then. โCatch!โ And the flask was tossed Rufusโs way.ย
You let your magic flow through your veins and felt for the water in the alcohol.ย
Rufus caught the flask with ease. He looked from it to you.ย
โWhat is--โ With great effort, you made the little bit of water in the alcohol explode. The flask broke into pieces, shooting up into his eyes. He gave a scream and that was your queue to leave.ย
You snapped around, finding the boy standing there, shock on his face. He had a lean build and was very,ย veryย tall. It just added to his overall attractiveness.ย
Focus!ย ย
โTime to go!โ You swiped the fallen lunch off the ground and grabbed for the boy in one go, pulling him further down the alley.
It only took the boy a moment to regain his right mind and in a split second, he was the one pullingย youย along.
You followed the boy, climbing up on top of the dumper closest to the broken fire escape. You let go of his arm so he could launch himself at the escape, slamming into the railing with a bang. Once he was over the rusting railing, you were quick to jump and slam into the escape.
The boy grabbed your wrist once your two feet were safely on the other side of the railing before continuing to drag you up stair after stair until you made it to the roof, which someone had been trying to grow some kind of plants on. Just with a quick glance at the spotting plant, you could tell it wasnโt going very well.ย
Shouting from the enforcers below had you wiggling out of the boy's grip and looking over the edge, finding one had climbed up onto the dumpster while the others looked defeated.ย
โIf it's any consolation, youโll be feeding a poor underling for a day or so.โ You shouted down to them, waving the bag mockingly.
โDonโt think this is over, girl!โ Rufus spat. You only gave him a cheeky smile.ย
โTell your wife she makes theย bestย turkey and cheese sandwiches. Iโve been looking forward to it all month.โ Rufus gave a growl before storming out of the alley. Slowly, the other enforcers followed after him, throwing you dirty looks as they left.ย ย
The boy grabbed you then, whipping you around to face him.ย
You werenโt always the best at figuring out how people were feeling, mainly thanks to being raised by a seemingly emotionless wind spirit, but you could tell in a moment this guy was angry.ย
โIf this is about your flask, Iโm--โ The guy was quick to not let you finish.ย
โWhat theย hellย were you thinking, bringing enforcers to the Lanes?โ He snapped. You merely gave him aย veryย slow blink.
โIโm fully prepared to buy you a new one.โ You finished, earning a frustrated growl from the guy.ย
You liked what he had going on--this uptight, angry, authoritative thing. You liked it so much it made you want to tease him to no end.ย
โWhy Iโm trying to get aย childย to see reason--โย
โWhoa there.โ You held a hand up, further cutting him off. โYouโre like--what, a year older than me?โ He narrowed his seafoam blue eyes at you once more.
โYou canโt be older than twelve.โย
โNope! Fourteen.โ The guy rolled his eyes.
โA child.โย
โAlright, mister-high-and-mighty. How old are you then?โย
โIt hardly matters.โ Your mouth fell open in disbelief, but before you could nag him anymore, he continued. โYou realize they will be back.โ You pulled out of the guy's grip again and began walking across the roof.ย
To your surprise, the boy followed.ย
โThe reason I pick on those buffoons at the bridge is because I know their threats are empty.โ You opened the brown paper bag and rummaged around until you found a foil-wrapped sandwich your stomach had been growling to get a bite out of. โEspecially Rufus.โ You took one of the halves out and extended it to the boy. โWant some? Itโs the good stuff.โ He looked it over for a moment, eyes still narrowed.ย
You could tell he didnโt want to take it from you, not when he still looked so annoyed at youโฆso you gave it a little wiggle that pulled a sigh from his mouth.ย
โThank you.โ He took it from you, his eyesย finallyย softening. His fingers brushed the tiniest bit against yours, but it was enough to send sparks running through your every last nerve.ย
You watched the boy as he took a bite from the sandwich. Watched as his eyes widened the slightest bit. It was so slight most wouldnโt have noticed, but you had been watching himย tooย intently.ย
โRight? Itโs the best thing Iโve ever eaten!โ You gave him a bright smile. One you rarely ever gave--one that wasย genuineย --before chomping down into your own half.
You hopped up on the edge of the roof, which overlooked the whole of the Lanes. From up here, you could spot the tops of the highest buildings and the smoke billowing up from the mines beneath the city. Smoke that danced and twirled upward, illuminating the lights shining from across the city. In the day, the smoke would cast the sky in murky shades of gray, depending on how bright the sun was shining.ย
It was quite beautiful, despite its run-down and polluted nature.ย
It was still your home.ย
โI didnโtย meanย to bring the enforcers hereโฆbut maybe I gave someone the chance to get across that golden bridge--for them to seek their fortune or a fresh start.โ You looked back to the boy who had jumped up onto the edge with you. He turned his gaze towards you, scanning you over with seemingly all-seeing eyes. Eyes that made your skin seem to burn.
โIs that what you want?โ The question shocked you.
In The Lanes, most didnโt get too close to one another. Not unless they had to. It was a very lonely world, but you endured.
โNo,โ You scoffingly said. You wouldnโt even last a day over there. You were too wild, too much a part of the Undercity. You gave the boy a look over of your own, though much less all-seeing as his had been.ย
โWhat about you?โ You cautiously asked. Though you didnโt at all mind sharing things about yourself, you didnโt know how this guy was. All you knew is you enjoyed his companyโฆ.and you didnโt want to be alone all over again quite yet.ย
โNo,โ He replayed, looking back over the city. โThereโs too much potential here.โย
You liked that. You liked thatย a lotย .ย
You took another big bite from your sandwich, letting the night air fill the quiet between you two.ย
You swallowed, glancing back over him as you worked up the courage to speak again.ย
And once that small bit of courage was wrestled up, you told him your name.
The boy turned his eyes back on you, his longish brown hair blowing slightly in the breeze. He seemed to hesitate too for a moment.
โSilco.โ He spoke before finishing off his half of the sandwich.ย
You liked his name. You liked it almost as much as you liked his face.ย
โHowย didย you manage to make my flask to explode?โ You smirked, turning away from the boy,ย Silcoย , once more.ย
โA lady never reveals her secrets.โ Silco gave a laugh. It was a tiny huffing one, but a laugh nonetheless.ย
You liked his laugh. You liked more than his nameย andย face.
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Fighting in the Undercity was an unavoidable situation for all, that was an undeniable fact, one that everyone understood. It was either get beaten to a pulp and left in the streets to pick yourself up, or you were the one who beat everyone else up to make sure that you were getting home that day.
You were one to make sure that you weren't the one left to pick themselves up. After all, you had learnt long ago how to avoid being knocked down in a fight how to take a punch or two.
Though, that didnโt mean that you didn't tend to come to The Last Drop, the most frequent place yourself, Silco, Vander and Felicia hung out and talked at, with a battered face and a limp to your walk.
The best thing out of all the bloodied mess, though? You never lost a damn fight.
However, one night, after a job where you were meant to get a ton of loot and ended up loosing the whole damn haul, you seemed to have lost the title of 'never losing a fight'. It didn't mean you had to act like it though.
Your hand pushed open the door to The Last Drop the force unintentionally causing it to slam against the wall, but you tried not to pay too much attention to the eyes that were drawn the sudden and sharp noise.
Your gaze was fixated in front of you, which meant that you immediately saw how Vander's eyes shot to the loud slamming noise that you caused. At first, the bigger man had a look of irritation, that was his property that could have been damaged, but it quickly morphed into one of concern.
You felt his eyes burning into the blood pooling under your nose, your busted lip and your crimson and dirty knuckles, not to mention the fact that your were practically hobbling over to the bar. With the stare of Vander, your hand instinctively moved to your face, the back of your hand smearing away the blood that was, no doubt, about to dry on your upper lip.
"What happened to you?" Vander was swift to ask when you were close enough to the bar.
You had slumped down onto one of the stools, an arm leaning on the counter to keep you upright when sitting down. Gods, how your head pounded, the pulsing right behind both of your eyes, making it ache to blink or even look around.
You shrugged lightly, tapping the counter with a finger, you noticed how your nail, which usually just had dirt under them, now also had blood too. "I got ganged up on, it's nothing."
A small scoff escaped Vander's lips, he was hesitant to pour you a drink, but he did it regardless - you deserved one after the beating you got, after all. "Oh, yeah, it looks like nothing, you hobbling on over here."
You let out a little tut, shaking your head as your other hand propped up your head before placing a coin to cover your drink. You defiantly felt worse than you looked, at least that was one thing you were sure of.
"If Silco sees you like this," Vander started quietly, pushing a drink towards your sullen, slouched silhouette. "He's going to lose his mind."
"Can he wait until I'm drunk enough to not feel all these damned hits?" You huffed under your breath, a hand reaching out for the glass in front of you.
โWhat actually happened?โ Vander asked, arms leaning on the counter. โI thought you were just going to Topside to get a simple haul. In and out you said.โ
You stared at the dark liquid in front of you, you had no idea what it actually was, but you assumed it was something strong. Though, it wasn't long before you decided against wondering how bad the beverage was going to taste and how it was going burn your throat, before you lifted the glass to your mouth and threw you head back.
โThis wasnโt from enforcers.โ You scoffed, โThis was from coming back.โ
You groaned, shaking your head as the, now empty, glass hit the counter. Your face scrunched up in a grimace before you looked up at Vander. "That's a shit drink, by the way.โ
He let out an amused breath, but you new that it was something just to cover up how concerned he actually was for your state. "It's not a drink you're meant to down in one go."
"And..." You dragged out the word, sighing quietly, two fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. "You could've told me before I did the thing you're not meant to do."
There was a small 'hm' noise from Vander, a light shrug of the shoulders before he went to go put away the bottle of liquor he poured you mere moments ago. However, you weren't going to let him, your hand halted in the air before motioning for him to leave it beside you.
"<<Reader>>..." Vander started, but you were quick to cut the man off.
"I just got my ass beat," You muttered, looking up at him once more, your head tilting ever so slightly. "C'mon, I need this."
Vander was about out object, tell you to forget it, that drinking the physical pain away wasn't going to help with whatever battle you were having on in that head of yours. Though, before he could even get a word out, someone else spoke up.
"<<Reader>>!" You heard a familiar voice, though, the timing of his appearance only caused a scoff to escape your lips, head hung low.
You noticed the way Vander's head lifted up to where the voice was coming from, but the view of his face was gone quickly from where your eyes were fixated on your busted knuckles.
"Silco, just wait a second-" Vander quickly said, his hand outstretched lightly as if it was going to be enough to still the fury in Silcoโs eyes.
โThereโs talk that some fool with a โnice haulโ decided to fight four guys in somewhere near Topside.โ Silco spat out, clearly having not noticed the fact that you were, essentially, busted up. โWhat in the world were you thinki-โ
You slowly lifted your head, it tilting to the side lightly, you were starting to think the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. Seeing how Silcoโs eyes widened at the sight, dilated pupils studying each detail of your battered face, you wondered how bad you actually did look.
โWhat were you thinking?โ He repeated, hands rested in the edge of the counter as he looked down at you, though there was a lesser hint of harshness in his tone.
You sighed quietly, blinking slowly at Silco for a moment. โItโs not like I was going out my way to get in a fight after just getting out of Topside.โ
Silco's eyes parted from yours for a moment, but only a split second, looking over at Vander. There was certain look of anger in Silco's icy eyes, though, his closest friend, could see the subtle hint of concern that lingered in his gaze. His eyes fell back onto your face shortly, however, looking more intently at the state of you.
"Are you okay...?" He asked eventually, but was only met with a deadpanned look from you, he sighed and shook his head. "Right, yeah, no."
Then it was Vander's time to speak up, his eyes filled to the brim with sympathy as he looked over the fact that there was now blood staining your skin, "Are you going to be okay?"
With that, you did have think for a small amount of time. Where you going to be okay? Your head was pounding, no doubt a headache coming along, it hurt to walk, let alone breathe and-
"That's a no." Silco muttered under his breath quietly, a hand rubbing his face as you turned to face him - clearly you had hesitated too long.
You shook your head, scoffing under your breath as you weakly went to reach out for the bottle of liquor that Vander left on the counter. "I'll be perfectly fine after a drink."
"Don't even think about it." The slimmer man swiftly said, reaching over to push the bottle out of your reach and closer to Vander - which he took the hint and putting behind the counter, only causing you to groan out in annoyance. "You were struggling to reach for a bottle, <<Reader>>."
You opened your mouth to speak, but Vander was quick to shut you up this time. "C'mon, <<Reader>>, you have to realise that you can't stay like this."
You made no attempt to speak up this time, eyes falling to your bruised knuckles, a simple sigh faintly escaping your lips. Your silence only caused Vander and Silco to glance over at each other once more, usually you were so quick to insist you were fine.
"Come on." Silco said with an exhale, pushing himself up straight with his hands, when he was met with your confused look he crossed his arms. "My room, I'll clean you up."
You had stayed sitting for a short while after he told you what he that he was going to help you, it was like the words were failing to register in your head, like what he had just said was something he said years ago and you could barely remember it.
The man in front you narrowed his eyes, wondering why it was taking you so long to actually stand from the barstool - the barstool that you were, really, just slumped in.
He shook his head eventually, taking your arm and carefully helping you up from your seat. His hands were gentle, almost like you were fragile and easily broken when, in reality, you were already broken. Was he just making sure that you didn't completely fall apart in his arms?
"<<Reader>>," Silco said, his voice was soft, just beside your ear as you felt your feet touch the floor. You could have sworn you didn't feel this heavy before you sat down. "Come on."
Silco essentially escorted you to his room, a hand pressed lightly to the small of your back, in fear that you were going to stumble over your own feet at any moment. You would have laughed at it, teased him for the close contact when he was usually so reserved, but you had no energy.
With small, and slow, steps, you and Silco had eventually made it up to his room. His hand was kept constantly touching somewhere on your back or arm while you walked, all the way until he ushered you to sit down on his bed.
The bed creaked with a loud noise, causing a certain pounding in your head - one that you thought was manageable- to flare up. Your body screamed at you to lay down, just give up for the moment and let your eyes rest, but this wasnโt your room, and this wasnโt your bed, so you couldnโt.
Silco walked away for a moment, coming back with cloth and alcohol, then he placed them beside you before going off to search for bandages, muttering something about โrunning low of themโ.
Guilt pulled at your heart, the amount of times either Silco or Vander had wasted their own supplies on you and your stupid mistakes - your lifestyle.
He pulled up an old, barely holding together, wooden chair, sitting opposite you. He held open his hand and motioned with his fingers to get him one of his hands, to which you obeyed without another thought.
โTell me what happened.โ He commanded, but his voice held no real command, no real sense of harshness.
His eyes werenโt even focused on yours, more so concentrated on the state of your knuckles. He reached over for the alcohol and the cloth, taking off the lid and pouring it onto the cloth.
โI have a feeling that alcohol isnโt to drink.โ You used quietly, dreading how it was going to feel once the damp piece of cloth touched your open wounds, despite it being a familiar sensation.
The man opposite you wasnโt amused, glancing up at you with icy and cold eyes before looking back down at your hands. โTell me what happened.โ
You let out a soft sigh, his request was a poor attempt at trying to distract you from the coming pain. โSome guys saw I had some good stuff.โ
One of Silcoโs hands waved to signal you to elaborate, he wasnโt going to apply the alcohol until you were occupied with explaining.
โThe haul went without a hitch,โ you started, shaking your head slowly, before letting out a scoff. โI got over the bridge back fine, then theseโฆ these fools-โ
You were cut off as you felt a sharp pain on your left knuckles, attempting to flinch away, but he had a tight grasp on your wrist. โYou son of a-โ
An amused huff came out of Silcoโs lips when he heard you almost curse, eyes glancing up at you, it was the first time youโd seen him even crack a smile ever since he walked into The Last Drop.
โKeep going.โ He encouraged, his voice light and soft.
โSome guys saw what I had.โ You confused after a quiet wince escaped your lips, feeling the sting on the alcohol damped cloth on your knuckles. โDecided they wanted it for themselves, so I told โem to fuck off.โ
โYou pissed off a gang of people, knowing you were going to be outnumbered?โ He questioned, his movements pausing for a split moment as he looked up at you, before he moved the cloth away and reached for the bandages.
You scoffed lightly, oh, how right this man was. โI thought they were all bark and no bite.โ
โAnd you thought wrong.โ He mused, his head tilting to the side subtly as if to show how amused he was at your comment.
โNo shit.โ
A moment of silence lingered between the two of you, Silco could really only hear the small hitches in your breath when your knuckles spiked with pain as he cautiously and steadily wrapped bandages around them.
Every movement of his was precise, calculated, he knew what he was doing, he's done this several times and not just for you. He didn't need you to move your hand all that much, either, it was easier for him to simply manoeuvre your hand side to side when he needed a different angle.
He soon finished with your first hand, putting the roll of bandages to one side as he reached the damp piece of cloth again, dampening it once more in the alcohol he had.
This time, he made no attempt at distracting you, seemingly lost in thought as he decided to merely get the whole painful ideal out of the way so you could get the bandages on your other hand quickly.
Just like the time before, you hissed out his pain when the cloth touched your battered knuckles. However, you made no attempt to pull your hand backwards, not like you did he last time.
'Silco knows what he's doing', you repeated in your mind, 'you don't need to flinch away, idiot.'
"You should have run, <<Reader>>," Silco spoke up eventually, his tone heavy with some sort of emotion you couldn't pinpoint. Guilt? Pity? Worry? "You need to pick and chose your battles, you know."
"I wanted to." You said with a huff, shaking your head once more.
He was swift to respond, glancing up at your with his eyes, but his head remained looking down at our hand. "Why didn't you?"
"Because there was four of them." You deadpanned, a scoff escaping your lips, but your expression soon fell to a sorrowful one, an almost exhausted one. "I... I felt like I couldn't."
Silco's hands faltered in their movements, looking up at your curiously with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He didn't say a word, but you knew that he wanted you to explain what the hell you meant.
"I don't... feel like fighting anymore." You confessed with a hushed voice, though Silco could have sworn there was a slight quiver to your voice.
Your eyes fell to Silco's hands, he was halfway finished with bandaging up your second hand, but his hands were frozen in place when you confessed to him. Although, once he realised that your gaze lingered on his hands, he started to wrap up with bandaging your hand, no pun intended.
His hands ended up resting on his lap when your bandages were done, watching as your wriggled your fingers, getting used to the new, but once again familiar, feeling of the bandages on your hand. You knew they weren't going last long, they were either going to muddied, damp or bloodied within the next twenty-four hours.
He soon let out a small sigh, your sad, defeated expression too much for him to bare for him to just simply sit there are let you wallow in whatever thoughts you were having. A hand moved to your forearm, gently grasping it, causing your head to shoot up to look up at him.
Silco's icy orbs didn't falter from yours, though, his eyes broken with sympathy. You felt as his tender hand pushed upwards from your forearm to your shoulder, and he just left it being planted there.
You couldn't help but let your body lean a little closer to the man in front of you, the man so willing to lend you wordless comfort, without you even having to request for it. This man, who was so often reserved to his own thoughts, his own feelings, his own ideals, was initiating this closeness between the two of you.
"You have to keep fighting." He said, his voice was sharp, almost cold, but there was a hint of compassion within his words, it was subtle, you almost missed the sound of it.
You shook your head slowly, you felt your eyes sting with the threat of tears, but you weren't going to show any waterworks tonight, you were far too exhausted to do so. "I'm tired, Silco."
"I know," He whispered gently, his forehead pressing against yours, his eyes slowly fluttering shut as he felt your warmth. "I know, me too, but we can fix this place."
The sensation of his forehead pressed against yours made your heart skip a beat, your stomach to twist into knots, but you didn't pull away. No, instead your felt your hand rest where his neck and shoulder met, your eyes, too, falling closed.
"I'll take care of this." He promised under his breath. "I promise."
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This is the worst lie Jinx has ever told herself.
Felicia's literally just Vi with a braid.
Now young Silco, that's just male Jinx with less baby fat, but we all know Jinx's face is only getting sharper.
Forget the Felicia, it's like the artists decided Silco was literally Jinx's only parent. The resemblance is still there even when Silco gets older.
You think anyone who knew Silco when he was young looked at Jinx and went, "yh that's Silco in blue".
#arcane#jinx arcane#silco#silco and jinx#arcane ramble#i remember how in some fics characters wud think jinx is too pretty to be Silcoโs daughter#but they literally look alike even when he's old and scarred#they're both pretty in the same way Zaun's just rough as hell to age in#... and avoid traumatic bodily and emotional harm#felicia arcane#i do not subscribe to the idea that silco is Jinx's actual bio dad iknow this is a metaphor stuff... it's just really funny#there's a good chance baby silco looked like baby powder round cheeks and all#they literally POUT the same way
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Naughty Assistant - Arcane Silco x fem!reader Oneshot
For Lilith :)
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Summary: You're Silco's assistant. During a boring meeting you let your thoughts wander, leading to you bent over a desk.
MDNI! Warning: Teasing, smut, p in v, rough sex, fingering
It wasnโt your fault, really. It was just such a boring meeting and you could hardly sit still listening to the chembarons each try to play themselves up as the most important and powerful. You had to try hard not to scoff at some of the things they dared to say in his presence. This should have alerted you to the fact that he was not to be messed with, especially not in a tense meeting situation.
You were Silcoโs assistant. Most of the time. What started as a job as a simple courrier had quickly turned into something much more serious. For whatever reason he took a liking to you and started assigning you more and more important, personal tasks. Sooner or later you had naturally assumed the position as his assistant, taking notes, worrying about paperwork and still running on one or the other occasional courier job. Until one fateful night, overworked and tired you fell asleep in his office, just wanting to take a quick nap on the comfortable plush sofa in the corner that seemed to smile at you so invitingly. He found you hours later, returning from his own work and almost locking you in the office. It was pure luck that he decided to pop in before he locked up and found you there. As he tried to wake you, in your delirium you pulled him in by his neck and whispered all sorts of things to him, not awake enough to realise the consequences. Your little sleepy slip-up had since led to many nights spent in his office, on his desk, on the couch, in his private rooms, in the bar after everyone went homeโฆ Over time you grew more comfortable around him, even though you still respected his position and never dared to argue against any of his strategic concerns, in private matters he had evidently formed a soft spot for you.
Thatโs how you found yourself in the present, at the table in one of the meeting rooms above The Last Drop, sitting right beside him as he addressed the chembarons. Notepad on the desk, pen in hand, you kept meticulous notes of important details in conversation but also paid attention to their body language, facial expressions, anything they didnโt express through words. Your notes and intel had a big significance and Silco had been able to use your findings to his advantage multiple times. Usually the meetings were a little more interesting, pressing matters being discussed, everyone arguing and spitting insults at one another. This time it was going boringly well. They all seemed to agree on the task at hand and you had delved into doodling on the notepad in front of you instead of paying attention.
Then you started diverting your attention to him, starting to observe the way he sat in his chair beside you. The way his nose obscured the good eye, black and ember over charred skin all you can see from your angle. Still, you admired him and you found inextricable beauty in any of his features. Before you knew it, your hand started doodling what had captivated you on the notepad. Little sketches of the way his drawn-in brow furrowed, the way his eye focused on each person that raised their voice. It made you think of the way it locked onto you when you were lying underneath him, fixing you even when his blue eye is closed in ecstasy, never letting you out of its sight.
Gradually, your drawings get more and more obscene, just ever so slight hints of pleasure on the faces you sketched, eye rolled back, lip caught between teeth. Soon your mind was clouded with all those beautiful images and you had completely lost focus. โAm I right?โ said Finn, staring at you. A beat. โSilco, is your little assistant here with us? I asked if you noted that down!?โ he spat at you over the table, raising his voice and waving an arm in hopes of snapping you out of your trance. "Shit. Sorry, yeah I got it. Donโt hassle meโ, you shook your head and quickly turned a fresh page on your notebook, trying to hide your little drabbles in imagination and act as if you had just run out of space. Silco raised an eyebrow and turned to you, eyes falling on the page of the notebook as you hastily turned it over. Before you could do anything against it, he grabbed the page, tore it from the notebook and put it in his lap, obscuring it from the others. You could see something flashing through his eyes as they scanned the page.
He kept it in his lap and looked back up at the others. โPerfectly orderly notes, as always. Donโt you worry, Finn, my eyes and ears notice everythingโ, he retorted, voice low and steady, lacing each word with a hidden sense of threat that made Finn instantly sit back down and nod his head. Keen on moving on from this tension, the conversation instantly moved to the next topic and everyone went back to paying you no mind. Everyone but Silco. You could feel it now, his steady gaze fixed on you while he listened to the others talking. He didnโt let it shine through at all, walls up, sitting there calm and collected as ever. To nobody in this room did he seem anything other than his usual, broody, dangerously focused self. You knew better. You had become more attuned to the way his mood showed through the way he kept himself and as you let your eyes wander once more over his figure in the chair next to you you could clearly see the way his hands fidgeted with the piece of paper still in his hands.
That gave you an idea. Softly putting down your pen, you acted as if you had to readjust your necklace, letting your hands roam slowly over your neck and collarbone. Dropping them to your chest, you adjusted the way your bra was sitting, carefully opening just one more button on your blouse. You picked the pen back up and started noting down some points, taking the cold metallic end of it between your hot lips every now and then. Gently grazing it with your teeth, letting your tongue feel the cold metal of the clicker at the end. Your eyes flicked over to Silco as he readjusted his position, leaning on the desk, resting his head on the back of his hands. He still looked calm and collected as ever, but you could see his resolve crackling, eyes flicking over to you more and more often.
It was entertaining, but clearly not enough since he just carried on conversing with the other chembarons as if nothing was happening at all. So you decided to turn it up a notch. You looked over at him and let your gaze drop to his lap, discarded sheet of notepad paper still laying on his crotch. A very fortunate position. You kept scribbling on the notepad, eyes flicking to the paper, fixing it, thinking, plotting, scheming. How lucky for you that he was sitting right to the side of your weak hand. Your eyes still on the paper, noting down whatever it was they had just discussed, your other hand slowly slid off the table. Landing first on your own leg, you let it snake its way over to his seat, finding his leg, trailing sneaky fingers up its side. Slowly, carefully your nimble fingers danced their way over the material of his pants, dragging nails across, inching closer and closer to his crotch. You gently toyed with the fabric of his pants moving closer and closer to your destination. Faking a grab for the paper, your hand slid underneath it, tracing the outline of his length through his pants.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed your wrist, holding it down. Trying not to make a scene, you carefully looked up from your paper and saw him still sitting upright, head leaned onto one of his hands, elbow on the table as he talked to the others as if nothing was wrong. You tried to retract your hand but his grip only grew stronger, almost bruising your wrist. You winced, dropping the pen in the other hand at the sudden sting of pain around your wrist. Silco looked over to you, stone-cold expression, and simply said โIf youโre not feeling well, you may leave early. I believe we are about finished here, I will require your assistance in my office. Wait for me there, so we can go over your notesโ. Something flashed through his eyes as he put special emphasis on the last words. You nodded obediently and as his grip around your wrist finally let go, you took a second to collect your notes and got up. As you turned to leave, you realised you forgot one very important piece of paper. Turning back around for a glance, you see Silco still had his hand on his lap, not giving you a chance to retrieve the paper. So you decided it was as safe with him as it got and turned on your heel to leave the room.
As you made your way to his office, you couldnโt help the grin that spread across your face. Slipping into his office, you settled your notes on his desk and undid another few buttons of your blouse. You had just contemplated what else to do and whether to spread yourself on the couch or wait sitting on his desk as you heard a set of footsteps approaching the door. As the door opened, you saw Silco step into the room, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he saw you in front of his desk, blouse undone and contemplating your next move. โWhat exactly did you think this was going to be out there, hm?โ he started, voice low but with a considerable edge. He was pissed. โWhat if someone caught on to your little games under the table, your lewd scribbles, let alone who they were about?โ he kept scolding as he took slow, menacing steps closer to you. โI donโt need you undermining my position in important meetings. Your behavior reflects on me. What would they think if they-โ, he couldnโt say any more before you interrupted him. โIf they what? Found out you fuck your little assistant? Oh please, as if they donโt already think as far as thatโ you spat back at him.
That made him stop dead in his tracks. Eyes locked onto you, a fire blazing in those mismatched irises. โWatch your mouthโ, he threatened. โOr what? Youโll fire me? Kill me, even? Go ahead! Apparently that leaves one less mess you have to care aboutโ you started raising your voice before it cracked, betraying you in your emotions seeping through in your every word. Thatโs when he realised. His scowl turned into a smirk, furrowed brows relaxing as his eyes scanned your agitated form. He let out a low chuckle. โOh so thatโs what this is all about? You donโt just want to be my little assistant anymore, hm?โ he teased, having seen right through you, he once again assumed the upper hand as he closed the distance between you. He stopped in front of you, leaning onto the desk, trapping you between his arms. He looked you up and down, drinking you in, the way you so desperately wanted to be his, submitting to him entirely making it hard for him to hold back. He slowly leaned closer, bringing his lips almost to yours before turning away and placing his lips at your ear. โThen say itโ, he whispered into your ear. He didnโt have to ask twice. โSilco, I want to be yoursโ you whispered back, breathing heavily at the tension building between the two of you.
โGood girlโ, he growled before his lips were crashing into yours in a hungry kiss. All that pent up anger and tension started to release in the form of a fiery kiss. There was nothing delicate about the way he was trying to devour you, pressing his body against yours and pushing you against the desk. You let your hands snake around his waist as he lifted his hands from the desk instantly finding your sides as they started to roam up and down your body, tugging at your blouse. You understood without a word and opened the last buttons of your blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath that cupped your breasts in a perfect way, nipples peeking through the lace.
He stopped the assault on your mouth to take in the sight before him and instantly brought a hand to one of your hardened nipples, flicking it through the thin lace of your bra. You winced in pain as he twisted it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your body that turned the wince into a moan halfway through. โLook at you. Dirty girl. So eager to please me, to submit to me, to be mineโ he growled against your neck as his mouth started sucking and biting on the skin along your jaw and down your neck. That made you throw your head back as one of your hands found his head, digging your nails into his scalp, urging him to go lower, slightly pushing his head. He got the hint and without lifting his head from your neck, he slid the strap of your bra down your shoulder, pulling it until the thin bit of lace was dragged underneath your breast, fully exposing your boob to him. He continued sucking your neck, dropping his head lower, kissing your collar bone, teasing and stalling until he finally wrapped his mouth around your nipple. You sucked in a breath at the sensation, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud of your nipple, chipped teeth grazing it ever so slightly. You dug your nails into his scalp as a wave of pleasure streamed through your body, sweet moans and pants spilling from your lips. โSilco, pleaseโ, you moaned out as he gently sucked on your nipple.
He stopped, tilting his head to look up at you. โPlease, what?โ he purred against your skin, blowing cold air over your wet nipple making the skin tingle. You let out a desperate moan. โPlease fuck me already.โ you practically sob out. That earned a low chuckle from him as he stepped back, straightened up in front of you and nodded towards your hips. โPants off.โ he ordered, watching with a smirk as your hands quickly found the button of your pants, sliding them off and discarding them onto the floor. He hummed contently, hands starting to grab onto your hips, sliding down your waist before settling on your ass, cupping each cheek and giving them a gentle squeeze. He brought his hands around, tracing the hem of your panties, thumb trailing agonisingly close to where you needed him most. Finally his thumb starts running along the front of your panties, pressing into your soft flesh, feeling your wetness through the fabric. โMy, myโฆ Look what you got yourself into with those depraved thoughts of yoursโ he said scoldingly, a humorous tone in his voice.Suddenly, his thumb slid down and pushed the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, running his fingers directly through your wet folds and gathering your slick on his fingers. You inhaled sharply and tried grabbing the desk you still leaned against for support as you instinctively bucked your hips against his hand. โPlease, please, pleaseโ you muttered out, desperate to feel him finally inside you.
He gave you one low chuckle before pushing two fingers into you, making you involuntarily let go of the desk and grab onto him. โOh, how greedy you are. Thatโs what you thought about when looking over at me during that meeting, no? You just couldnโt stop imagining those fingers fucking into youโ, he said while relentlessly pushing his fingers deep into you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made your eyes water. Instinctively you started bucking your hips, grinding back against the motions of his hands, chasing the high.
As he felt your walls starting to clench around his fingers, he retracted them, leaving you whining and grinding against nothing. Before you could protest, he grabbed your waist with both hands, spinning you around and pushing you against the desk. โBend overโ, he ordered as you heard the buckle of his belt clink. You obeyed just as eagerly as before, bending your body forwards, resting your arms on the desk, slightly parting your legs to give him a good view of the mess he made with his fingers. He laid his hands on your ass again, letting them roam over your skin and panties, spreading your cheeks. โThatโs what I like to seeโ he purred before pulling your panties to the side. With his free hand he grabbed his cock he had finally freed from the confinement of his pants and lined the tip up with your entrance. Keeping it there for a second, he dragged it up and down through your folds, coating it with your wetness. โSo eager and ready for meโ, he growled as he slid into you without any resistance, bottoming out instantly. You let out an ungodly moan as you felt him fill you up completely, his hips on your ass, staying there to relish in the feeling of how much he stretched you out.
Wasting no time, he started ramming into you, hands gripping your hips, leaving you unable to move as he fucked you against the desk. Between quick ragged breaths his hands left your hips and grabbed your arms, bringing them together at the wrists and holding them uncomfortably over your back. You had to flop forward, planting your chest completely onto the desk, turning your head to the side to be able to breath. He gripped your wrists together and with one strong pull lifted your torso from the desk, the angle leaving you screaming and cursing his name as it hurt so good. โThatโs my good girl. Donโt hold back. Let them hear you scream my name. Thatโs what you wanted, no?โ he gritted out between thrusts. It was evident in his voice how close he was himself, gathering all his strength to hold himself together and โpunishโ you a bit longer. You had no choice but to oblige, the sensation of his cock consistently stretching you, pushing deep inside you to places only he could reach. You moaned and muttered his name, sometimes more sometimes less intelligible, between gasps and whines as you let yourself go completely.
Every plunge of his cock sent jolts of arousal through your entire body until one very clear mention of his name announced your impending release. โThatโs it love, cum for me. Show me who you belong to.โ You couldnโt hold back anymore, eyes rolling back as you approached your climax. Silcoโs thrusts started to become sloppy and the rhythm got more and more irregular. Sweet moans and grunts leaving his lips which sent you over the edge, clenching your walls around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He managed a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling his hot ropes of cum into you, unable to hold himself back at the feeling of your own climax around him. He continued slowly thrusting, letting go of your hands and leaving you to steady yourself up by propping your elbows onto the desk. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, dragging one string of cum between his cock and your cunt. He took a handkerchief out of his vest pocket and cleaned himself up, discarding it to the side before turning his attention to you, grinning as he used the ruined fabric of your panties to cover you up again. Running his fingers along the mess he made your ruined panties soon looked even worse mixed with your and his release.
After you had calmed down your breathing again you attempted to push yourself off the desk and stand up straight, legs wobbling and betraying you as your hips ached from being thrusted into the harsh edge of the wooden desk. His strong arms quickly swooped around your waist, holding you close to him as he admired your flushed face with a grin on his own. โI think they got it. Now, shall we finish this meeting?โ
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Hello! If you're taking requests, can I pls have young!Silco and reader dancing in the Last Drop during an event/celebration?
I've been listening to all the bangers in the S2 soundtrack and the Ekko + Powder dance in ep 7 has my heart, they're so young and carefree ๐ฅบ Maybe reader comes through the door all glammed up, leaving Silco awestruck and his mind spinning โจ Cue him being all stiff on the dance floor but reader encourages him to dance with them. No revolutionary leader this time, just a young man in love ๐
Pls feel free to modify this as much you like, your writing for Arcane has me in a choke hold, esp Young! Silco and Viktor ones. Thank you! ๐ฅบโฅ๏ธ
+ @locinne : hii can i request silco and reader sharing a cig or just having a moment together.
Itโs a lively time for the Last Drop. Silcoโs used to a crowd most nightsโthe bar stood as a comfort for many wandering souls in the Lanesโbut not one of this wild nature. While he didnโt enjoy the noise, he couldnโt judge the peopleโs delight. It was a celebration, after all, the after party of a wedding of one of Vanderโs friends.
โAt least drink, Sil,โ Felicia called over the music, a soft hand curling over his shoulder. โIโd give anything for one.โ
He smirked to himself, turning from his seat at the bar to eye her swollen stomach before meeting her tired gaze.
โIโll bring your favorite bottle as soon as the little troublemaker is born,โ he promised.
She grinned and sat next to him, cupping an arm under belly as she got settled. โWhereโs your party spirit?โ
โHave you ever seen me entertain such gatherings in the time weโve known one another?โ he questioned in return.
โIโve seen you drink at the very least.โ
โIโve had a glass,โ he admitted. โIโd rather not nurse a hangover like half of the Lanes tomorrow.โ
She purses her lips, head swiveling to scan the crowd. โSo itโs not because a certain someone isnโt here yet?โ
โNow, youโre reaching,โ he chuckled.
โAnd youโre waiting,โ she laughed right back, nudging him with her shoulder. โOne glass to loosen up but you donโt want to lose your charming wit, huh?โ
โI think that baby of yours is stealing precious brain power.โ He twisted back to the counter where his journal lied with countless plans and future prospects.
A sharp whistle came from Felicia in response, but it was when she patted his arm with the back of her hand that he realized it wasnโt towards him.
He glanced over his shoulder, breath seizing as your frame stepped through the doors. You were practical with your everyday style, but tonight youโd brought out a few pieces heโd never seen. You were a feast for the eyes and heโd been starving since youโd left the wedding venue.
โFeeling parched?โ Feliciaโs voice snapped him back to present as he saddled her with a soft glare.
You were mingling with the happy couple of the night, passing greetings. He needed to recover. That one glass of whiskey felt a bit too warm in his stomach now.
โIโm going to step out for a smoke,โ he said, cutting her off with a shake of his head as she went to disagree. The path to the door was relatively clear and you were too busy with conversation to clock him as he slipped into the shadow of night.
As the door closed behind him, you found Felicia at the bar, smiling bright enough for her to see it across the bar as she laughed and twiddled her fingers at her temple. You finished up with the people around you before scurrying over and wrapping your arms around the woman.
โYou look amazing,โ she said, taking in your outfit.
โThank you.โ You stepped back, taking in her stomach. โHow are you feeling?โ
She groaned instead of answering, the both of you embracing each other again as you fell into laughter.
โAy, there you are!โ You looked behind her to find Vander. โThe usual?โ
โSure,โ you called, observing the spot next to Felicia. โSilco out?โ
She raised two fingers to her lips as you nodded, accepting the glass sliding down the counter. It was a sipper, but you downed that shit in one gulp.
โIโm dragging that man back in here. He needs to socialize.โ
โYes!โ Felicia cried, patting your back. โPlease, Gods, he needs to let loose.โ
โWhatโre you two scheming?โ Vander shouted over the song, eyes narrowing.
โI canโt hear you!โ you lied, putting your glass down as you headed off. Felicia just laughed.
Pushing through the crowd as more people filtered out to dance, you shivered as you stepped out into the cool night. The moment the door shut behind you everything became muffled leaving you to the distant ambience of the Lanes.
Looking to your left, you smiled to yourself as you spotted the figure leaning against the wall, the tip of a cigar mounting from red to bright orange as he took a deep drag.
As soon as you stepped towards his corner his head turned, a dark eyebrow ticking up in question.
โAll by your lonesome,โ you hummed, shuffling up to his side and eyeing his past time. โThose the ones I got you?โ
He held out a few seconds before expelling it away from you. โSplendid choice.โ
You smiled, the scent clinging to each word. If it was between his secondhand smoke or oxygen, youโd wouldnโt live long.
โIโll return momentarily.โ
โNot here to rush you,โ you said. โJust wanted to see you.โ
The silence while enough to unnerve you at times was warm as it filled the minute space between you. A hidden smile in the corner of his lips was enough of a push (and maybe that double pour). You reached for the collar of his shirt, fixing a crease. He tilted his head away but moved closer, accepting the preening.
โLook good dressed up.โ
He shook his head as you withdrew, taking in another pull. โIโm afraid youโve got me beat, pet.โ
Holding up the cigar, you happily leaned back into his space, wrapping your lips around the end and breathing in.
โMm,โ you let the smoke spill from your nose, the flavor settling over your tongue, โdamn, that is nice.โ
He watched you, keeping his thoughts to himself as you rested your head agaisnt the wall. You wished you could read him, understand that look that overcame him in the quieter moments like this.
โDance with me,โ you asked, gentle as you tugged at his sleeve.
โYouโre asking the wrong person,โ he rumbled, focusing back on your little gift from months back.
โNo, Iโm not.โ
Another warm beat of silence.
โI donโt dance.โ
โJust one,โ you begged, fingertips brushing the side of his hand. โJust dance with me once, and Iโll leave you to your lonesome if thatโs what you want.โ
His jaw flexed, another cloud dispersed. When he stubbed the cigar out, you were practically beaming, happily pulling at his elbow back into the bar.
Almost everyone was dancing, leaving the two of you to blend seamlessly into the crowd as lights flickered and colors crossed. Silco was stiffโa common occurrence in most settingsโbut with your guiding hands you got him to sway. Making a fool of yourself, spinning circles around him, it was enough to get him chuckling and nodding along until his feet followed yours in a fever across the floor.
When the fast paced song melded into something slower, you prepared for him to move away but his arms slipped around your waist, your chests grazing as he led you into a new rhythm.
โYou donโt dance?โ you asked him, voice lilting as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
โIn this, Iโm capable,โ he replied, forehead brushing yours, sending your heart into a frenzy, โand Iโd rather not be by my lonesome. Not now that youโre here.โ
Holding back the grin thatโd make anyone look stupid (but you most of all), you rested your head against his shoulder as you both swayed together.
In the background, Felicia cheered glasses with Vander at the bar, happily sipping on her juice as he sipped his whiskey.
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