#silico x reader

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!!! SEASON 2 ACT 3 SPOILERS !!!

Could I request Silco x reader where the reader has been transported from the show’s timeline to the au episode where everyone is alive and happy and she finally gets to see her love again. Mix of fluff and angst plsss 💞

Thank you for the ask anon!! Happy Silco THE love of my life. I hope you like it!!! CW: established relationship (kinda not since hes dead... but... yk...), petnames (dove, sunray), parental!reader x jinx mentioned like once. wc: 525 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You were in the malaise of the Hexgates for what felt like centuries. Your senses - not quite with you, sudden pangs of hunger like you’ve never felt before and a constant feeling of pain circulating like blood in your veins. Then, light.

You were panting when you ‘awoke’. “You okay?” Said someone you haven’t heard in a long time. Aged, tired but you knew it was him. You were in bed with silk sheets, ones you’ve asked your husband for, once or twice, as a birthday gift. The undercity was quite hot when the summer months ruled so it was a perfect gift. A perfect gift you never got, at least- in your reality.

“Hey.” Silco said putting his hand on the small of your back, moving it up and down to comfort you. After a moment of disbelief you turned to him abruptly and launched yourself at his neck, wrapping your hands around it. Quiet comfort. 

“…” Unbridled silence.

You pulled away from him and cradled his face as if to check if it wasn’t some twisted dream the Hexgates bestowed upon you. 

“Dove, what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Your eyes were full of tears threatening to spill as soon as you spoke up. You were hysterical from joy. “Silco- I’ve- I’ve missed you so much.” 

“You’ve seen me not hours ago.” You were crying, the tears staining the silk sheets you’ve dreamed of for so many nights. Cold, lonely nights without him. “I can’t believe you’re actually here and… and you look so beautiful- so happy-” He cut you off. “Dove- dove.” You looked at him, your vision blurry from crying. 

“I’m here, I didn’t go anywhere. I’m here.” He assured you, trying to calm you down.”

“...” You couldn’t utter a word. You knew what happened. Jinx was inconsolable. So were you. “I didn’t… I-” She tried to explain herself. You were both suffering, her maybe more than you, maybe… It wasn’t time to compare levels of ache. “Honey.” Jinx looked at you. “We need to get rid of-” the body. You couldn’t say it but she got what you were trying to convey.

After a while of sheer uncontrolled, frenzied glee you were experiencing you calmed down. “It was just a bad dream.” He said hugging you tighter than ever. “Nothing to be scared of my sunray.” He accentuated the possessiveness of the statement.

“My condolences.” Said someone random on the street. That was why you didn’t leave your house anymore. That was why Jinx had to force food into you and why you knew this stupid fucking walk wasn’t worth shit. Sun didn’t reach Zaun- what were you saying? The only person who had any chance at making Zaun reality was d- 

Now, you were eating breakfast with Silco. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, both physical and metaphorical. “You’re staring dove.” You chuckled. “Sorry, you just look so good in your robe.” I haven’t seen you in years. He looked at you, daringly. “Is that so?” You hummed affirmatively.

“I’ll never get enough of you, dove. Never.” A smile creeped onto your face. “Oh, is that so?”

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[motthe]

there are windows to the soul(mate)

summary: It's just another in and out job, but with hints of her soulmate being nearby, Jinx hopes there will be more to come from it.

trigger warnings: arcane episode 3 spoilers kinda, nightmares, illegal activity

Powder/Jinx x nb/gn!reader

lumen - the physical embodiment of your soulmate.

lumens take on the form of a small ball of light and vary in color from person to person. when you meet your soulmate your lumen will emit a bright light and upon brushing with your soulmate’s lumen they both will give off a flash of light.

She could smell the smoke again, reaching down into her throat to obstruct the airflow as she fought to speak. The tears were running down her cheeks, their warmth leaving behind ice cold trails as the night air blew over her.

“I was only trying to help. I was only trying to help. I was only trying to help—”

Stop it, she thinks, shaking her head somewhere else. She grabs at something, searching for anything else. I don’t want to see this anymore!

“I told you to stay away!”

Stop it—

“You’re a jinx, Powder. You’ll always be a jinx!”

“Don’t leave me! Come back! Vi, please! Violet! Don’t leave me!”

Stop it, stop it, sTOp IT!

Her body throws itself up into a sitting position, spine aching as she screams into her hands, shoulders digging into her neck as she curls inwards. She can feel herself collapsing again, the memories flashing by and the sting of a hand cracking across her face.

“I only wanted to help!” she screams, nails scratching across her cheeks as she clamps her hands down on her ears. The whispers are needling their way into her thoughts, blaming and blaming still. They laugh and mock her as she shakes her head sobbing into the darkness. “Make it stop. Be quiet, I can’t think! Leave me alone!”

Something brushes against the back of her neck and she goes flying, gun cocking as she swings around. She’s taking in large gulps of air when she spots the little light at the end of her barrel, suspended in the pitch black of her room. You give off a hazy gleam, the generally cool-toned white dimmer as you drift up over the metal nozzle, following up her long, lithe arm to brush against her face. Jinx only notices the tears, then, the moisture spreading with her lumen’s gentle prodding.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezes out, voice sharp as she takes in another ragged breath. “I’m sorry, I’d never hurt you—I’m sorry.”

She drops the gun on the mattress, issuing both hands to cup you and keep you close. She melts with your soft kisses and responds with one of her own.

“Don’t leave me,” she sobs, trembling as her head falls forwards between her arms. Her braids shift over her shoulders, weighing her down as she trembles. “I don’t want to be alone.”

You blink, almost demanding that she look up as she keeps you caged in her hands. When she releases you, you go right back to rolling over her face and she knows.

You will never leave her.

She’s up top to guard another shipment of shimmer, the same group of goons and thugs she has known since Silico took her in around her. They sneer with every glimpse of her, every reminder that she exists in the same space. They arrive at dusk and by the time everything is completed, night has fallen and they are retreating to the underground.

At the back of the group with her belt clinking with every step, tools and weapons left unutilized from a smooth trade, she stops short of the alleyway they take. No one notices, shoving each other around and grumbling a round of drinks is in order for a job well done.

Jinx blows a weak raspberry at the lot before her lumen floats into her periphery. She smiles at your quiet humming, reminiscent of a cat’s purr as your white light glows steadily.

“Am I crazy or do you get prettier every second?” she whispers, tapping her beloved with a chipped pink-polished nail. You wiggle at her touch, drifting back towards the street. Her round eyes go wider at the distance you make. “Come back here, where do you think you’re going?”

She giggles as she follows after you, hair whipping behind her as she gives chase. When she swipes for you, you dodge and it isn’t until she is almost a block down that she realizes your light is steadily getting brighter and brighter.

“You’re here,” she whispers, chest tight as she quickens her pace, darting across the street and pulling you into an alley when a pair of enforcers turn the corner. She hides you in her shirt for a moment or two, blocking your brilliance until the threat is gone. When she’s sure the two of you are safe, she releases you and follows closely.

“Where are you taking me?” she chirps, eyes roving over the darkened shop district as she ducks behind a brick wall. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of the dumpster behind her.

Out on the sidewalks, there are still some people milling about, but you have seemed to stop moving, your light almost painful to take in as you hover next to her temple.

Checking her surroundings, Jinx spots the shop she hides next to. A florist. The windows are dark, the sign hanging against the glass reading “CLOSED.”

Humming, Jinx grabs you and steps back, observing. She smirks when she spies a steel walkway above her.

Glancing at your bright form, she tucks you into her shirt again, right against her heart, and clambers atop a dumpster before jumping. Her hands hook over the railing, fingers curling tight as she pulls herself up onto the walkway with a grunt. The metal groans with every movement. She doesn’t waste any time, going straight for the first window in sight. She finds it unlocked much to her fortune.

The room she slinks into is as dark as the shop out front. With your light protruding through her shirt, she can tell it’s a bedroom. A twin is shoved into the left corner and bookshelves line the opposite wall. The smell of dirt and fresh plants is strong; she pinpoints a few succulents scattered about.

“Green thumb, huh?” she murmurs, taking a slow spin to soak everything in. Plants are hard to come by back home, flowers even more so.

Before she starts towards the open door, she pauses, hair sweeping past her ankles with the sway of her sudden stop. Everything hits at once, the situation she finds herself in.

“Is it breaking and entering if you’re finding your soulmate?” she asks, familiar whispers tickling her thoughts as she pulls you free of your fabric confinement. You take the lead, right back to where you left off. The intensity of your light answers her prior question as you float through the doorway:

Anything is worth doing if you’re the end goal.

Jinx peeks her head out, the small hall empty save for a few pictures hanging on the wall. It’s too dark to study the photos, faces all blurring into one dark mass. At left end of the corridor, the apartment is dark, at the other, a warm lamp reveals the corner of a cozy-looking den. A colorful rug stretches across the ground, trapped under a three-legged glass table. There are more pots and plants—flora and fauna stockpiled on shelves and hanging from the ceiling.

Jinx ducks back into the room, painfully aware as she glimpses two bare feet on the section of the couch she sees from her position. Glancing up, she gasps and steps out to make a grab for her lumen, but you are out of reach and hankering to drag her into the living room.

Biting her lip, she shimmies in place, calling after you quietly. Fear seizes her by the throat as you hesitate for a moment as if hearing her plea. Still, you pass the threshold and disappear around the corner

Jinx lays frozen, prepared to see those feet swing down off the couch and question why there is a rogue lumen wandering around their home. But there is nothing. No reaction once so ever.

Are they asleep? She keeps her footsteps light as she tiptoes down the hall, practically a second coat of paint on the wall as she slides. At the end, she takes a quick glance and finds the person on the couch is in some state of rest. They’re wearing headphones, soft music barely reaching her ears. She can’t make out their face—they’re turned away from her—but the way her lumen hovers in the air above next to another lumen that is the exact same shade as her hair, it's as plain as day who it is.

Taking a deep breath, she crosses her arms and steps into the den, her focus on the lumens as they dance around one another. Cocking her head to the side, she blows her hair out of her face and nods to the orbs as if it’ll give them the push they need. Somehow, it does.

She can feel the world fall away when they bump and an explosion goes off. They say it’s just a quick flash but she can see everything in it, feel everything in it. This is the day everything changes for the better. Or so they say.

On the couch, you jump as something lights up behind your closed eyelids and bolt upright. Your headphones go tumbling off your head and onto the floor, comfort music cutting into reality as you see a complete stranger standing mere feet from you. The way she’s dressed, you doubt she lives around her, and the fact she’s trespassed has warning bells going off in your head.

You and the girl meet eyes for a few seconds and she smiles, almost unsure before you stutter out, “A-are you robbing me?”

She balks at the question like it isn’t the first thing to ask when someone you don’t know (and didn’t let in) is standing in your apartment.

“What?” she trills, head tilting.

“Listen I don’t have much,” you start, beginning to shake as you catch sight of her belt. It’s heavy with all sorts of torture equipment—is that a grenade? Oh god, did someone send a mercenary after you from the undercity? When the hell did you become important enough to kill?

“No, wait, I’m not a robber!” She raises both hands and you flinch. The hurt expression that crosses her face nearly has you feeling guilty, but you are still scared shitless with the weapons on her person. “See, thing is my lumen lit up while I was walking by and, I just…”

She fumbles with her words, hands swishing through the air. You watch her ankle-length braids jump with her movements and find even in your state of terror that you appreciate her aesthetic and round eyes. She’s cute for a burglar.

Don’t swoon over the person who might kill you in three seconds!

“Wait,” you backtrack, zeroing in on her words, “your lumen lit up so you broke into my apartment?”

“Let me start over!” she cackles, grin too big as she shakes her head and lays a hand on her chest. “I’m your soulmate.”

You look up at the lumens, breath hitching when you recognize your little hydrangea is sticking close to a similar-sized, white light. In your dazed mental state—you hadn’t been napping per se, just mindlessly listening to some music—you had completely missed their miniature forms and the fact the girl’s hair color is a spitting image of your lumen.

“So you…broke in to find me?” you ask carefully, still finding the situation odd.

She giggles weakly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm as she sways back and forth. The way she hunches forward, you feel like she’s trying to hide from the world. “I’m sorry, it’s just…complicated?”

“Seems so,” you agree, reaching down to grab your headphones. Setting them on the table in front of you, you glance up and meet her gaze again, finding yourself nervous for a whole new reason as you run a hand over your hair. She has gorgeous eyes and the way they look at you, you suddenly feel important enough to kill. Thank the gods you’re just some florist with next to no friends.

You go about introducing yourself and that is all it takes to have her beaming with such vivid excitement. Intertwining her hands behind her back, she leans forward, her lithe shape showing off her balance as she bends in half. You get a good view of her tattoos, all blue just like her.

“I’m Pow—“ she stops herself, brow furrowing as the happiness drains from her smile, “well, I’m…”

You could see there was a real struggle going on in her head despite such a simple question. She raises a hand to her temple, muttering something under her breath as she straightens up and turns away.

“Not now,” she whispers.

“Are you okay?” you ask, standing. She nods furiously, whipping back towards you so fast her hair goes flying. You watch it trail around her frame, swirling in a perfect arc.

“Yeah, mm-hmm! Totally 100 percent,” she hurries out, extending a strained smile that makes the muscles in your face ache. “It’s, well—"

“Complicated?” you tease. The concern on her face softens when she catches you grinning, playful and gentle in your demeanor. “It’s okay. I know my apartment isn’t much, but it’s always a safe space. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” she says, voice tight, one of her pale hands kneading at the knuckles of the other, “there’s just so much. I don’t…” She looks away, eyes coasting over the floor as her shoulders drop along with her volume. “I don’t wanna jinx anything.”

Humming, you lift your hand to brush the back of it against your—now her—lumen. She is everything in person that you had seen in the years since this piece of her had come home to you. Your little hydrangea never stops or stills, she has to be everywhere at once until her energy is drained dry. She keeps you on your toes and with your rather relaxed environment, it comes off as refreshing. The days are always exciting with her by your side.

“I have a nickname for you, you know,” you say softly, grabbing her attention again as you cup your hand around her lumen and carry it close to your heart. Yours returns to her, rubbing under her jaw and pulling a small huff of laughter free.

“Really?” she asks, perking up with the new subject. “What?”

“You can probably tell I really like plants.” You motion around the room where green is always within eyesight. “I own the flower shop downstairs.”

“I figured.” She whirls around, arms dancing. “The air is insanely fresh in here!”

You laugh, enjoying how expressive she is with her body language. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Did you nickname me after a plant?”

“Right on the nose,” you praise, and she brandishes a toothy smile in response, all too happy to be correct. “I call you my hydrangea, sometimes, because you’re so blue.”

She grabs one of her braids, spinning it at her side as she smiles into her shoulder. “That’s nice. I’ve never seen hydrangeas before, I don’t think.”

“They’re very pretty and have a lot of symbolism,” you tell her as she hums, blinking at you.

“Like what?”

“Well, one of their meanings is good luck, you know? So I guess you could say,” you hold her lumen up higher in your palm as you smile, “you’re my little good luck charm.”

You aren’t able to tell if you said the right or wrong thing when her eyes well with tears. Her lips quiver as she glances around the room, arms wrapping around herself as she sniffs.

“I’m sorry, was that wrong of me to say?” you ask quickly. She’s quick to shake her head, dropping back one step as she takes a breath.

“No, no. That’s…” She sighs and shrugs, eyes rolling as they begin to flush red from irritation. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time,” she whispers, a few tears breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Would you like something to drink?” you ask. “I have water, tea, juice…”

She sniffs, wiping her eyes dry with her fingers. You notice how long her nails are with the movement, colored in blue and pink interchangeably.

“You got apple juice?” she asks carefully.

“I have a whole gallon.” Her face has you biting back a laugh. She stares at you like she just won something big. “C’mon, I’ll fix you as many glasses as you want.”

In the kitchen, she asks about the plants hanging by the window. You bask in her interest in your life hobby, telling every name of every one and even a few of the new flowers that will be coming to your shop in a week or so. She listens to you through it all, throwing in the type of commentary only she can give. It always leaves you smiling and the subjects go anywhere and everywhere.

“So did you pick my door lock or something to get in?”

“Oh, no! I came in through your bedroom window!”

“That was unlocked?!”

Hours go by before the two of you know it. The sun is soon to rise when you glance at the clock, much too comfortable on the couch with her to even think of going to bed or asking her to leave. Her presence fills a void that has been there for some time and with the way she’s warming up to you, you think she feels the same way.

“Do you want to stay?” you ask shyly. “I practically sleep on the couch every night; you’re more than welcome to my bed.”

She’s exuberant at your offer, eyes glinting and still so animated despite the lack of sleep as she leans closer on one arm. You prepared for her to accept, ready to grab her some spare clothes and plan a nice (late) breakfast. It’s your day off and you can spend all of it getting to know her better, finding out what she likes to eat, what her favorite flowers are. She has already mentioned she grew up in the underground and that plants and flowers like yours are few and far between. You’ll show her everything this side of the surface has to offer.

But then her smile falls and you know the answer before she gives it.

“I want to,” she says, regret clear on her face.

“It’s okay,” you promise, slowly reaching for the hand supporting her. When she doesn’t flinch or move away you let your palm settle over her cold knuckles. She turns her hand over so fast you barely have time to react before her fingers are weaving between yours. Her face is flushed when you look at her again, brow furrowed with sorrow. “We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. You can stay another night.”

She nods, the disappointment seeping into her body language as she sinks lower and lower into the couch. Her grip on your hand tightens, your warmth slowly seeping into her skin and chasing away the chill that clings to them.

“I have to get back,” she murmurs, but makes no move to leave, “they’re probably wondering where I am and the sun’ll be up soon, so…”

“I’ll be here,” you promise her, eyes widening as you turn away. “Wait, let me get something real quick before you leave!”

“O-okay!” she chirps, staying put. She pouts as your hand slips out of hers, continuing to reach after you for a few, lingering moments as you hurry into the kitchen. Her lumen trails after you, the sound of a door opening and closing echoing.

As she waits, your lumen trails back and forth over her shoulders, your softness easing the tension there as she exhales and reclines back into the couch. A minute ticks by when she discerns a notepad on the table. A smile blossoms on her lips.

As soon as you open your front door and shuffle through the kitchen, you spot your soulmate upright and beaming, hands clasping her knees as she watches you enter the room. Your gift rustles in your hands, newspapering crinkling. You chuckle when she tries to lift her chin higher to see over the wrapping.

“Here,” you offer it to her once you’re close enough to do so, “hydrangeas for my hydrangea.”

She gasps at the bouquet of bright petals, hands falling over her mouth.

“Oh, wow, they’re beautiful!” She laughs as she accepts them from you, taking a deep breath of their subtle sweetness before brushing the pads of her fingers over them. You wonder if you should mention that their smooth texture is so close to that of her lumen. “Are you sure I can have these?”

“Of course,” you assure her. “Just be sure to put them face down in some water overnight. They’ll last longer that way.”

“Thank you,” she mumbles behind the bouquet, hugging them close and her eyes glitter with immense awe. “I’ll come back soon, I promise!”

“I look forward to it.” You glance around for a moment, patting your hands over your thighs. “So, uh, do you want to take the front door this time or…?”

“Back through the window is probably the best.”

There is still so much you want to ask her, but you steel yourself and follow her down the hall to your dark room. You stand by the window with her as she places one leg over the ledge, shoulder leaning against the window as she holds her bouquet securely at her hip.

“Be safe down there, okay?” you say, hugging yourself as a cold draft sneaks in. “I don’t know much about the underground and I don’t want to assume anything, I just…”

Her hand lands just above your elbow as she leans the slightest bit closer.

“It’s okay. I’ll be careful.”

Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and glide your knuckles over the side of her face. The yellow light of approaching dawn just barely creeps into your room, but the glow of your lumens circling you both make it to where you can see the little freckles peeking through the skin of her nose.

When you cup her face, she leans into it and it’s all you can do not to beg her to stay just a bit longer.

“I’m glad you broke in,” you whisper, nudging her forehead with your own. She giggles and nudges you back. “See you soon.”

Stepping back and separating from her, you watch her maneuver out onto the fire escape without any difficulty. Once she’s out, she places a hand on the window to curl upside down and peek back in.

“Make sure to lock this,” she says, clinking her nails against the glass with a wink.

You nod, speechless, and she pushes off the pane, blowing you a kiss as she leaps over the railing backward. You gasp and scamper out onto the escape, seeing her land with an agility that straight up astounds you. She waves up at you, keeping her bouquet close to her chest as she takes off down the alley, your lumen clinging to her shoulder. You watch her take a sharp left turn just as the sun rises, her braids whipping out of sight as rays of light reach up the main street to your left.

Sighing as your heart attack fades, you head back inside, shutting and locking your window and cradling her lumen against your neck. You return to your living room to turn off the lights when you spot your notepad on the table. Peeking out of it, a piece of paper lays folded with a heart drawn on it,

Excited, you pull it free and hurry to unfold it, reading over her eccentric handwriting as your heart beats a happy rhythm against your ribs.

I’ll be back soon, I promise.

And to FINALLY answer your question,

my name is Powder.

[a-gal-with-taste]

Hey! Can I get a Silico x reader where the reader is pretty oblivious to romantic advances and gestures? It can be Headcanons or oneshot whatever you’d like! Thank you!

Tired!Verse Reader is breaking down my door and demanding my attention, I'm so sorry-

Warnings: Pre-Slash, rom-com, injuries/dislocated joints, language, Reader and Silco miscommunicating to the highest degree (he's trying to ask you out/she just wants a nap, you dum-dums.)

"... think they'll fall off?"

"Dustin, shut up." You growled under your breath, feeling sweat dripping off your brow, skin clammy. "You don't get to keep them even if they do, freak." Ignoring his snicker, you raised your eyes to the metal walkway of the cannery, focusing on inhaling, exhaling and ignoring every burst of pain radiating from your hand.

The desire to storm off to see Singed was growing stronger with every beat, but no, apparently every miniscule detail of the mission apparently to be relayed right now to this-

"What's wrong with her?"

Asshole.

He asked it like it was an accusation, and it made you scowl with your sharp, pain-fueled retort.

"Bad punch, then a bad fall, where's the doctor?" You didn't care if it sounded short, just like you didn't care how his question sounded sharp too, his eyes zeroing in on your injury. Forgetting about the goon relaying the mission, the slim man narrowed his remaining eye until you tucked the crooked, dislocated-jointed fingers closer to your chest.

"...Out," Silco paused, pressing his lips tightly. You thumped your head back slightly on the wall with a strained chuckle. Of course he was. "Why didn't any of you reset them?" Another accusation, but at least it shared between you and all the others.

"Funny thing, you didn't exactly hire us all as medics," You snapped, ignoring Ran's prodding-elbow to watch the tone. Silco's rebuke never came, instead, he tilted his head to the side in a single half-nod, and without further instruction, the rest of the team disbanded and dispersed throughout the warehouse. Even though you wanted nothing more than to join them, you thunked your head back onto the wall behind you, huffing out a breath though your nose as he stepped over.

"A bit surprising, you seem like the sort who would've obtained any and all manner of injuries on the street," His comment was smooth and measured. "Yet you know nothing of how to fix them?"

"Again, not a doctor."

"No, but it's a quite miracle you survived this long."

Again, an asshole.

But he paid decent, and Ran seemed to respect him, so you only steeled your jaw when he held out a hand. Slender fingers wavered slightly in the air, not exactly inviting, but you didn't want to trek home with half your fingers in a different direction than normal.

"Other hand on my shoulder," You followed the order as he took your wrist in hand, and you were now standing closer than you have ever been. "Loosen your jaw, we don't want you breaking teeth." "Can't fix that, can you?" Your grumble was meant with a small squeeze of his hand at your wrist - something that you could almost mistake as a comforting gesture, before he took one of your dislocated fingers in the other hand and snapped it back into place.

A life on the streets made you strong.

You've been dealt plenty of punches, kicks and even a fair amount of stabs over the years, but it's almost embarrassing how loud you scream out at the suddenness of your joints snapping into place.

Your head snapped forward and down in an attempt to curl in on yourself, but Silco doesn't allow it. His grip on your wrist is strong, unyielding for your own good, and you repay him by nearly tearing into the shoulder of his shirt with the next snap of your finger moving back into place.

The third, and final time he does it, you're sure you black-out momentarily. Held up by stubborn legs, and the hand that fists loosely, but securely on the front of your shirt, coupled with the one still wrapped around your wrist.

You know you should be grateful. That your boss even considered you worth helping in the first place, and that he didn't drag out the pain any further than necessary. And the fact that he isn't taking this as an opportunity to berate, or worse, monologue in front of the scattered assembled of his gang. Which you know aren't technically watching, but would catch every word he says without issue.

But then any hint of gratefulness fades, when you feel a thumb rubbing your skin, comfortingly, and a smooth, low tone to reach your ears alone when the ringing of pain finally recedes. "-rong. You are so, impossibly strong..."

Silco is mocking you, surely. This man does nothing but glint and glare, eyes ever on you the moment you walk in, watching you at every training or wrestle. Waiting for failure, surely, as evidenced in the way he all but verbally pounces when you trip, or fall, or forget to eat, or get to drunk, or break half the fingers on a hand for one of his damn missions-

"Truly, you have no right to be, but here you are. Strong, daring, and bold." Blinking away what remains of your pain from your eyes, you raise your head up and find that he's mere inches from your face, the fiery-eye smoldering while the green isn't too far off, hooded as he leans close.

You blink, but still catch the end of his tongue slipping out to wet a bottom lip, before he speaks again, "You truly... you have no idea what you do, do you? The effect you have on my group, my goal, my mission, me-"

"Shut up!"

Gods, you could HEAR the building accusation coming from a mile away!

Whatever he was about to say, be it a slow-built insult on you slowing down the group, distracting him or even more insulting, being a weakness, dies on his lips as you thrust your face even closer. The bright seagreen is blown wide as your noses are now nearly brushing.

"I am tired, sir," You hissed, managing to ignore the spots in your vision as you curl you re-fixed hand into a fist, save one black-blue finger to wag in his face. "Tired, and we have no time for... for this!" You gestured between the two of you, his eyes dropping down to follow with a brow furrowing.

Was he... upset that he couldn't belittle you? Silco's brow was furrowed, something almost akin to disappointment. But instead of your ire rising to volcanic levels, you feel your energy drain entirely. Reaching up with your freehand, finally detaching from the grip on his shoulder that he never once flinched at, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Just... can we do this thing with us later? I'm hurt, exhausted and can't think right now, and you have a lot of work to do too. Later time, please, Silco?"

You missed it, because your eyes were closed as you focused on massaging out the headache, but Silco slowly winked his remaining eye in thought.

Then concentration filled his gaze, pulling back and releasing his solid, comforting grip on your wrist.

For now, now that you've, from his perspective, asked him to wait for a later time. Reasonable enough, there was still much to do, much to plan...

Silco could wait as long as you needed. He trusted you to come to him.

"I believe that is... a beneficial arrangement for us, seeing as we still do indeed have work to do," He said, before, firmer, slipping back into the role of an employer. "Later, then. For now, I think it would be best for you to return home." Your eyes flashed open, but your scathing reply was quickly cut-off, "You said it yourself... exhaustion and pain can only motivate for so long, and I don't need you motivated for anything at the moment." The scarred man tilts his head towards the exit.

"You'd be more use at home. Resting, and healing up."

More use? Your anger now truly flared, but so did the burning in his eye, as he stepped away from you, and called for Ran to escort you home.

For you, this was a grave insult on your capabilities, to be dismissed in such a fashion by this asshole.

For Silco, he hoped you had a restful night st home. Watching you go, already grumbling under your breath as you followed Ran out, he could tell why you wanted to wait, until later indeed.

It was clear, that you were very tired.

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 13

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Summary: Months have passed since Viktor left Piltover. You have a very serious conversation with Jayce before it's interrupted by a new enemy.

Warnings: Mentions losing a child, death, sickness. Some fighting, this chapter gets a little deep so please adhere to the warnings.

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 2380

A/N: HI! I'm alive I promise! I just moved back to campus today and quickly tried to unpack so I could get this chapter ready for you all! Thank you for waiting. These parts will be fanned out over the next few days because I need to write more of it.

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You avoided the lab like the plague, but Jayce had his ways to try and convince you to join him. It was painful to step into the environment so closely related to Viktor. Many hours spent working, the late nights, pushing him to go rest or get up to eat. Now it was quiet, no longer in need of you telling him to get some sleep. It felt bare, a shell of the once wild-minded man who occupied its space. Jayce stood next to you, he had spent some time away from the lab, but now joined it back and convinced you to go with him. It felt so unfamiliar to you now, it felt horrible being in the lab without Viktor.

“I was hoping I could test the level of your magic and compare it to the Hextech.” Jayce said picking up a notebook.

You stepped closer, drawn back by the thoughts of Viktor walking through those doors as if he never left. “I’m not a test subject.” You said calmly.

“I know you’re not, but-” You gave Jayce a look, causing him to stop. He sighed and closed the notebook, placing it back on the desk. Placing a hand on your shoulder and looked into your eyes. “You can’t keep blaming yourself.”

“I could have helped him.” You pleaded to Jayce. “Why did he leave us?” Jayce didn’t answer. You exhaled and looked away from Jayce. “I tried to look for him, even risked going back to Zaun, especially since Silico’s men will be after me.”

Viktor had left. No word to why, no explanation, he just left. Jayce told you that he was upset over the bombing, so much so he left Piltover and disappeared into Zaun. You cried when Jayce had told you. You just wanted to be with him, make sure he was safe and comfortable in his last days of life. But he left you again, leaving you broken and hollow. It had been weeks, or maybe months. You stopped counting the days long ago.

“I know y/n.” Jayce looked away. “Have you tried to locate him with magic?”

You turned to Jayce, his words sinking in. “No, but it might work.” You turned around and looked to the Hexcore that still sat on the desk. “If I felt when Viktor got sick, and when the Hexcore was created, maybe I could do it again.” You rambled quickly.

“What do you mean?”

Turning to Jayce, you crossed your arms. “Viktor and the Hexcore are connected now, maybe I can channel it somehow and find Viktor.” Jayce nodded to your words, rushing to the blackboard to write some notes.

Hours of discussion and failed tests came through the night. With the knowledge you did have, you tried what you could, but these visions you had come randomly, not forced like now. You now sat lazily on a stool, your elbows back on the table, your sleeves rolled up as Jayce abandoned his white jacket. You rubbed your eyes, feeling groggy as your mind had stopped giving new ideas. Jayce tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. He soon yawned, the empty coffee cups not doing much for you both. Jayce sighed, stretching his back groaning. You watched him run his sore back, something feeling uncomfortable from within his core.

You pushed yourself up and walked towards him. You let your hands glow green, Jayce turning at the soft light. His eyes grew wide as you motioned to his back, he nodded as you softly lay your hands on his lower back. Jayce sighed with satisfaction as you worked your magic, causing his stressed muscles to relax finally. “You really know a lot of healing arcane magic.” He groaned as the glow left your hands.

You nodded turning back to your seat. “It’s what I’ve researched the most while I was away.”

“Any reason why?” Jayce sat down across from you, resting his elbows on his knees.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. But Jayce always knew, he knew you too well. The look on his face was the one he made before he’d start asking questions, to worm something out of you. “I only started learning more about my magic when I lost someone.”

Jayce looked down, “Who’d you lose?”

You opened your mouth, nothing coming out. You closed it and leaned back, your mind bringing you back to the late nights, worry, pain, anxiety, fear. You were alone.

“When I left Piltover, I found out I was pregnant.” You said sat down, your elbows on your knees, eyes to the ground. You didn’t dare to look at Jayce, you didn’t want to see the sorry look in his eyes. “I was scared and alone, I had no one to turn to.” Your voice broke. Sitting up on the stool, you met the focused eye of Jayce. “He was so small, pale and soft.” The corners of your lips curled up. “But he was sick.” With your smile gone, you looked back down, looking to your blackened fingertips. “He died a few days later, too sick for me to cure him. I researched and did everything I could, but nothing worked.”

The air was thick with silence, Jayce shifted on his feet. “He was Viktors, wasn’t he?” His voice was low, leaning closer to you. You looked up to him, saying nothing as you sat there, remembering the small child that was taken too soon from you.

“I thought I’d never be back here,” you leaned back, looking away from Jayce, “I couldn’t care for a child, but I didn’t want to give him up. He was the last reminder of Viktor that I had.” You admitted.

“Did he know?” Again you said nothing, just shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You shrugged, your face still, lips twitched into a frown, your lips wobbled. “When I lost my son, I knew that Viktor would always be around, that maybe one day I could see him. Now, Viktor’s gone.” You shook your head. “I have nothing to remember Viktor by.”

“You do,” Jayce said. “You have precious memories with him.”

“Memories fade, Jayce.” You looked at him. “People forget. Memories start to become fuzzy, soon we won’t remember the specific things. I’ll forget his smell, his laugh, his touch. It will happen, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“We’ll find him,” Jayce whispered. You looked to him, hoping that would be true. “And when we do, you can tell him.” You hummed and crossed your arms. “He deserves to know,” Jayce said standing up, standing next to you. He lay a hand on your shoulder, sighing.

“I know.” You said softly. Standing from your seat and gave a stiff smile to Jayce, his eyes sad for you and what you had been through. His hand squeezed your shoulder, a smile now on his face. You let a smile slip, nodding your head to him.

A soft rumble from outside brought both you and Jayce away from each other. The door to the lab suddenly swung open as one of the enforcers who patrolled the halls rushed in. His eyes were frantic, worry pained his face as you turned to you and Jayce.

“There’s an attack on the grounds.” The man spoke quickly, breathless from running. “People from Zaun are attacking.”

You and Jayce quickly looked at each other. Jayce nodded to the enforcer. “Get the others to safety, I’ll join you in a minute.” The enforcer ran off, you watching as Jayce turned to a closet, pulling out a large metal box. Ripping the top open, Jayce picked up the large blue glowing hammer in both hands. His face was filled with determination as you watched. “Stay here.”

“No, I’m going with you.” You demanded.

“It’s too dangerous.” Jayce stomped past you.

“Jayce-“

“I can’t lose you too.” He whipped around to you. Standing shocked by his outburst, Jayce sighed and shook his head, “Just please stay here. It’s safer in the lab.”

You nodded. “Okay.” You squeezed out as Jayce walked back into the hall, the doors closing behind him.

You stood there for a moment. Another explosion came from outside. You rushed towards the hall and opened the door, people rushing past you as they hurried to safety. You quickly moved into the hall, helping those running away. A sudden scream came further down, causing you to run towards the yelling. A young woman, wearing a lab coat, was on the ground, a man infested with shimmer above her, holding an old stick. He brought his arm up, ready to fit the fallen woman. You quickly pulled your hands up, rushing to stand in front of her, plastering a green shield in front of you both, the stick breaking into a million pieces.

The man, wearing old ratted clothes, looked to you with such rage. “Go!” You yelled to the women. She scrambled to her feet and rushed off down the hall. Breaking your shield, you stood up, looking to the purple eyes on the man, his skin broken with cracks that glowed the same colour. He jumped forward but you pushed him away with your magic. Once he got to the ground, he scurried away, scared of whatever magic came from your hands.

You watched him run off, the academy filled with yelling and chaos. Suddenly, a chill went down your spine. It felt oddly familiar, and dangerous. It was like a sixth sense was ringing bells in your head, telling you that something was coming. You moved quickly back towards the lab, seeing that it was still empty, you took a minute to calm whatever feeling was creeping up on you.

Something caught your eye on the window. A shine of something as your eyes looked over your shoulder. Glass shattered around you, bringing in the chill of the night. Turning to face the window, you stood in shock at the figure standing among the broken glass. Tall in nature, their face covered with a silver mask, eyes glowing golden orange in colour. A hand reached from his back, matching the colour of his eyes. His right hand, metal and fake.

It was the figure from your vision with the Hexcore.

You eyed him, his head scanning the room before making contact with you. Your sixth sense was going crazy, goosebumps forming on your exposed skin. “Who are you?” You demanded.

The metal man said nothing, his head tilted to the side like he was studying you. “The banished mage.” He mumbled. “You should stay out of this.” His voice was distorted, covered by his mask.

“You break into a Hextech lab,” you huffed, “and expect to just get away with it?” You shook your head.

“I do not want to hurt you.” The man warned, stepping closer, a staff in his hand.

“I have nothing else to lose.” You pulled your hands down, bringing out your green magic. The figure looked to you, watching for a moment.

You quickly jumped forward but he dodged your attack with ease. His staff hit your back as you groaned at its impact on your spine. He pushed you down to the ground, his metal boot on your chest. You gasped at the weight and pulled your hands up, but was stopped once he sprayed a light purple mist on your face. You coughed as the taste of it entered your senses. His boot lifted off your chest.

“I’m sorry for this.” You heard him say as he stepped away.

You got to your knees and coughed, struggling to see him in front of you. The room went dark as you stood, wobbly like a newborn deer. Voices brushed past you, ones you knew. “Viktor.” You gasped out as you heard his voice in your head. Visions of him came to your view as you struggled to bring yourself back to the real world. You groaned and shook your head. Through the visions, you saw the masked man walk towards the Hexcore. Stumbling forward you pulled him away, your hands glowing green.

But his metal hand gripped your throat, holding you away from him. “You Piltover scientists are all the same.” He grumbled. “I should kill you like I did the other.”

The weird visions faded for a moment as his words sunk in. He dropped you as you gasped for the air that was lost in your lungs. “Jayce.” You huffed out, worried that he had killed your last friend.

“Not that fool.” He spoke quickly. “Viktor.”

The mention of Viktor made you stop. You looked up to the figure as he loomed over you, making you feel small and weak. “What?” Your voice is low and shaking.

“Viktor was weak. He was a pathetic dying man, so I put him out of his misery.” He turned back to the Hexcore.

You felt the anger built from within. You stood to your feet, feeling a surge of energy. “You killed him?” Grinding your teeth, you spoke again. “You killed him. You killed the man I cared about!” You yelled, your hands now glowing brighter.

The figure turned over his shoulder, seeing how your eyes now flower green, your face filled with rage. You rushed towards him, screaming as tears streamed down your face. You slashed down on him, hearing a crack from the metal of his mask. Tumbling to the ground, a growl came from him as you saw his naked eye, cracked through the left side of his mask. His eye was golden, pure gold as they stared at you in anger. You stared back, feeding off his anger. Before you could jump towards him again, he threw a small bomb towards you. It ticked and you quickly jumped out of the way. It blew it behind you, sending you flying into the stone wall.

You groaned in pain as your ears started to ring from the blast. Lifting your head with the last bit of strength, you saw the man standing over the edge of the window, the Hexcore in a container, in his hand. Your vision blurred as you watched him disappear from view, your head falling back down as you completely blacked out.

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Hi, could you do a young silco x nb! reader where they have been friends for years and have been pinning HARD on each other, and one of them(your choice idk who) over hears the other talking about how they feel, and basically, they are kinda forced into confessing...that kinda leads to smut with feelings..pleasethankyouso

Silco falls to his knees for you in this one btw. Just so you know. Tried to write the smut as gn as possible!! CW: vanilla sex?? nothing wild ig, no reader genitals mentioned, gn!reader, silco and reader being oblivious wc: 838 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You stretched your body walking into the bar part of The Last Drop. “Morning.” You said to Vander who was preparing the bar for opening. “It ain’t quite morning anymore, luv.” You looked at the clock which displayed 7:30pm on the dot. “I couldn’t sleep all night...” You said still blinking back sleep from your eyes.

“Your shift starts in half an hour, by the way.” Said Silco appearing seemingly out of nowhere. “Clients don’t show up until like 10, relax.” You mused, a bit startled by his sudden presence, nevertheless happy he was there.  

You were dressed in your usual work clothing, nothing special, just a pair of slacks, a loosely fitted dress shirt and an apron meant to keep the uniform at least partially clean. You were wiping down the tables before more of the guests arrived, final touches as Vander liked to call it. You were the only person serving food and cleaning tonight so you had your hands full. 

Silco felt cornered. Mesmerised - he was mesmerised by you. Sitting at the bar and nursing a glass of whatever was cheapest, he purposefully ignored you. Were he to pay you any mind, he would go insane. Not an hour ago did he overhear you confessing your infatuation with him to your coworker.

“Okay, who is it then?” Said the newest addition to the staff. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop… truly, he was just about to ask you something menial when he heard his name being spoken. It rolled off your tongue with such adoration when you were sure he wasn’t listening. “I’ve got my eye on Vander…” Commented the girl. 

“Not my type.” Silcos heart beat faster. “You fancy Silco?” You hummed affirmatively, creating a memory for him, he was sure he’d never forget.

Vander waved his hand in front of Silco’s face, waking him up from the daydream. “You alright?” Silco’s face didn’t give away the whirlwind of emotions he was going through right in this moment. Although, he had slightly more colour in his face. “Yeah- listen.” He beckoned him closer. The bar, despite being quite loud, didn't offer enough privacy to say such things at full volume. 

“They said they fancy me.” Vander looked at him in disbelief. He then chuckled. “What, like you didn’t know?” Silco’s face went pale. He grabbed the bar’s edge. “Mate, everyone in the undercity knows this. The whole, you know, back and forth you lot have going on.”

Silco stood up. He was a calculated man. His actions were meticulous. Years of yearning. Months of planning a confession and that’s how he finds out the love of his life actually reciprocates his feelings!? He wasn’t following a script or a plan. “I need to find them. Now.”

You were taking your break in the back when Silco burst through the door. You smiled at him and just when you were about to greet him he closed the door and ran up to you. “Silco?” You questioned his erratic behaviour.

“...for years, and it feels like he doesn’t notice it!” 

He smashed his lips into your own ones cradling both your cheeks as he lowered himself to the floor, finishing his descent on his knees. You reciprocated the kiss, craning your head down so that he could stay close to you. 

You enjoyed the moment as much as you could, afraid it was to flee as soon as you separated. 

When you did, you put your foreheads together. Laughing slightly you looked at him and caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Took you long enough.” He then felt it, the hunger he suppressed for so many years. He dove back in, greedier than before. You moaned in surprise but welcomed it nevertheless. 

You battled for dominance for a moment, in the end he won. There never was questioning it. “I need you.” You managed to get out.

“I’ll make you need me even more.” 

You were resting your back on the door of the room which was locked to prevent people from interrupting your tryst. Silco had one of your legs propped on his hip, holding onto the neighbouring cabinet was the other thing keeping you upright. 

He was thrusting into you with vigour that was making you go cross eyed. Your arms around his neck were only adding to the experience, you needed him closer, right here - right now is all that counted. 

You saw white when he put his cold hands onto your most sensitive spot. A few circles is what got you to the edge and his blissed out words spilling from his lips - ‘come for me’ - for me. You’d do anything for him at this moment. 

And so you followed his instruction, causing his own orgasm after your own. He put his head on your shoulder when you both were basking in the afterglow. You brushed his bangs out of his face. His eyes were twinkling. 

“Tell Vander he needs to find a replacement for you tonight, I need you all to myself.” 

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Lockjaw

Someone requested Silco x brothel worker!reader (AND I WILL WRITE IT, KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED.) but. I raise you one better. Silco in love with a brothel worker, NOT reciprocated HAHAHAHAAAAAA. I'm going fucking insane. I'm going crazy. The smut is also here... ig... I did a shit ton of research cuz my seasoned writer best friend said it was difficult to get right. Any feedback is appreciated!! CW: reader has a pseudonym (Lulu), porn with plot (AND ANGST HAHAHAHA), SW!reader, eating out (reader receiving), piv briefly mentioned, wear protection kids, fleabag reference - i couldn't help myself. wc: 639 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

Dark drapes. Burgundy carpets. Gold candleholders. You could smell the incense all around you. The cool, night air calmly was circulating and mixing with the warm feeling spreading in your chest. The room was overflowing with prestige and cachet. 

Silco was between your legs as you stared at his beautiful, bicolored eyes. You were toying with his locks as he greedily pleasured you. He couldn’t take his own eyes off of you. He was mesmerised by your squirming body, by your quiet moans and by the way you were just- almost there. 

He detached himself from you, denying you pleasure once more. You whined at the sudden loss but were eager to get even more from him and tonight, he wanted to give you it all. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs putting the garment neatly on the chair behind him. 

“Hi Lulu!” Said Juliette entering the break room where you were spending your last moments alone for the night. “Hi Julie, how you doin’?” She was in a good mood. “I’m doing okay! I got a massive tip from this one guy, and-” She trailed off saying how glad she was to not have taken a sick day today. You didn’t quite listen. “Lulu? I asked you a question.” You came back to your senses and answered the trivial question she presented you with. 

“So, how long are you staying?” You began answering but she interrupted you. “Oh!” She hit herself lightly on the forehead. “Silco’s coming today right? It’s Wednesday after all.” You nodded. “Looks like you’ve got quite a night in front of you.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by him getting close to your face. He was breathing heavily, yet a certain intimateness was flowing from him today. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. Slight hints of expensive cigars were also there, the taste was intoxicating. 

With his lips still on your own ones, he pushed you back onto the bed and caged you in his arms. He kissed a trail down your neck and chest before he put his hands on your thighs and spread them wider- right to his liking. He pulled back for a second. “You look divine.” 

He entered you with a slight resistance and let you accommodate his size before he started moving. With each encounter he was becoming more gentle. You never mentioned it, you never even noticed it up until now. You were fearing the- worst. 

Your legs were bent at the knees, you were trembling a bit from the intrusion. You were propped up by your elbow watching him enter and exit you. You reminisced about the first time he ever showed up here. Quickly you were pulled away from your thoughts by him burying himself to the hilt. 

“Lulu you were requested.” 

“Lu- oh, Lulu.” Moaned the most powerful man in all of Zaun. 

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time.” 

He emptied himself into the rubber and stayed inside you for a moment more, relishing in the closeness. Closeness he was to lose soon enough.

The break room was empty. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.” The silence was filled with his confession. “Clients aren’t supposed to be here.” You said, dressed only in a warm robe, keeping you from getting goosebumps. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes becoming dark, darker than any substance ever synthesised, soulless and- subdued.

He hung his head and turned his back to you, his coat in hand as he professed. “What’s keeping you here?” You didn’t answer. “Lulu.” He pleaded. “It’ll pass.” You answered. 

He walked onto the street, rain falling freely from the sky. His messed up hair was becoming wet. “I don't think it will.” He said to no one in particular.

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Heard you were wanting to write for Silco and I came running!

I was wondering if you could possibly write something fluffy between Silco and male reader? If you write for male readers of course, G/N is also fine. Perhaps Silco is having a rough day and the reader is there for him? I love reverse comfort fics and Silco has become one of my favs.

Thank you in advance and take your time. No sweat if this request isn't for you :)

We definitely have too little silco x male!reader stuff!! I shall do my part 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Silco is a deeply flawed and intricately written character and I can't quite relay that in my writing but I hope I soon will get it... anyway!

CW: pet names (dove, my love), upset silco (as if he didnt have enough), lap sitting - scandalous!!

wc: 600

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“Silco?” You asked entering his office. He was sitting in his chair, facing the ornate window of the room. Silco didn't respond. You assumed it was your cue to leave. Just before you closed the door he turned around and demanded your presence.

“Come here.” His voice seething with leftover anger. He preferred to work on his grievances alone, you knew that, so why was he so eager to have you by his side this time? You closed the door with a soft click and walked up slowly to his desk unsure what to do.

Your relationship was relatively fresh as he had asked you just a few weeks back to be his beloved. He then presented you with a necklace with a stone you weren’t quite familiar with, to encapsulate his devotion to you and consummate your relationship.

You'd toy with it when stressed or overwhelmed to ground yourself and keep yourself afloat, thinking about him. Your infatuation was something not many understood. Nevertheless, you persisted in your fidelity to the ruler of Zaun.

“Come here.” He emphasised. Your feet led you to his side as he patted his spread legs giving you a sign to sit in the most comfortable seat of all, his lap. And so you obeyed. When you were sitting comfortably he was holding you up by the small of your back and he was staring.

He was staring at your Adam's apple, as it bobbed up and down, and was trailing his sight down to the necklace. A wanton move was made soon after you noticed it. He cradled the piece of jewellery delicately and soon, he was tugging on it making you come closer to him. 

You relaxed in his grasp and put your hands on the armrests of his chair to further steady yourself. “What did you want, dove?” Said Silco finally responding to your question, still holding you by your, de facto, collar. “Just wanted to check up on you.” You almost whispered, breathless staring at him, not wanting to break contact. 

“Hmm… is that so?” 

You nodded. “Correct me if I'm wrong, my love…” Your noses were almost touching. “But… I think you had something else in mind when you went looking for me.” 

Admittedly you were feeling a little lonely, nevertheless you pulled away. Silco was many things but he never was this openly flirtatious towards you. He did profess his love to you, not actually bared his heart. Although slowly but surely, you were chipping away at his tough exterior.

“Forgive me my love.” You dared. “You seem to be bothered by something.” You put your hand in his hair and scratched his scalp lightly. Silco's smugness momentarily fled from his features, introducing a certain softness and returned back, just as soon. “Oh? Are you worried about me, little dove?” 

You put your hands on his cheek. “Silco.” Your face went stoic. “Tell me what's wrong.” He couldn't deny you any longer so he folded. “It's…” You frowned slightly, beckoning him to keep talking. “It seems I can't catch a break with you, can I?” He chuckled. “Alright then.” He sighed and began explaining his latest quandaries. You were nodding along, listening to his every word and when he finished talking you offered advice which he gladly took. 

“Also I think Finn is a shithead, but that’s just my opinion.” He chuckled at your sentiment. A moment of serenity was broken by his sudden capture of your lips. You gladly leaned into the kiss battling for dominance, losing nevertheless. 

“What would I do without you, dove?”

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The sound of clapperboard was heard as the day of filming began. “Today, due to immense demand, Gabriel Fouché, will be reading your thirst tweets!” Said the director with a bright smile. A part of the contract with the studio recording “Arcane” was to take part in a few interviews, this one was a bit- unusual for him. 

“RIP to Silco, you would’ve loved vaping ‘bandaged heart’, you would’ve been doing crazy smoke tricks on tiktok ‘R. N’.” He chuckled. “What does R, N mean?” Laughs could be heard behind the cameras. Someone answered. “Right now.” Gabriel nodded. 

“Well I did have to learn how to smoke cigars and do tricks with the smoke for the role. I do have to admit I am a habitual cigarette smoker so it was infinitely easier to master the art.” He paused for a moment. “As for the tiktok tricks - I’m a jughead when it comes to technology so unless there would be someone doing all the recording… you aren’t seeing those videos any time soon.” 

“The children yearn for the mines, and my photo underneath it.” He burst out laughing, putting his hand on his mouth. “Ahahah- okay, okay. Yeah they do.” 

“I think about this Silco moment every day, my god he’s so hot here.” Gabriel tilted his head. “Hmm… it seems most fans of Silco find him most attractive when he’s kicking the camera. I wonder why.” He put his hand on his chin in faux thought and then laughed.

“Sorry but older Silco ‘greater-than’ young Silco. I actually have to disagree on that.” He said. “Younger Silco was in one scene and he captured so many hearts, both on set and amongst the viewers, that Older Silco didn’t manage to do with all his screen time. Younger Silco is something special…” 

“Hashtag Zaundads, actually!” Gabriel got closer to the camera and put his hand to his mouth almost as to whisper a secret. “Me and Gerard actually kissed to prepare for the alternate universe episode, to really get into character, you know.” Gasps were heard in the studio. “I’m joking.” He said winking towards the camera.

“Silco’s left eye is missing eyelids so I guess he was sleeping like this every night. Exactly what happened I can attest to that.” He nodded solemnly. “Actually, SIlco just doesn’t sleep ever, that’s how he runs Zaun, he does not let his guard down even for a moment. Poor guy, he needs to relax more.” 

“P, L, S - please, I assume? - Stop posting Silco thirst he looks like my dad, and a comment left under that, is your dad single? I’d love to meet my doppelganger! Send me a message and we shall schedule it.” He said half-joking as an email popped up on the screen. 

“And the final one- okay who the hell was all over my dash two years ago thirsting over Silco, I understand you now. I want his whole wardrobe and he can read the dictionary to me until I fall asleep. I actually have a deal to voice a certain someone in a new project we’ve been working on with the cast so keep your eyes open!” He said. “And as for my wardrobe, I’ve seen some pretty talented people replicating my outfits! So it’s clearly easy to steal Silco’s wardrobe.” 

“Thank you all for watching!!” He exclaimed with his million dollar smile as the cameras stopped rolling.

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