#silico x reader

[lichenes]

!!! 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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[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.

[lichenes]

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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