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2k one shot, Silco & Reader. You give Silco a haircut. Set just after Vander's betrayal. Dark!Vander, mild gore. Hurt/Comfort.
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You don't know for sure how it started.
You worked under Silco and Vander throughout the creation of the Lanes, and back then you were known for your skill with blades. The lethal kind. People gave you and your daggers and throwing knives a wide berth.
Yet somewhere along the way, you also became known for your skill with scissors and clippers. You suspect Dustin in the architect behind this reputation. You did his hair and Ran's for a while, and suddenly it was a whole thing.
You were put off originally, but nowadays you don't mind. The Lanes are established, and your daggers rarely needed. You might as well make some money out of this craft people seem to respect. There's something enjoyable to it too, much like stabbing idiots in the ass. The way people beam when you're done with them, and the sensation of teasing out a shape with the snip of your scissors, like a sculptor freeing a statue from a block of stone... It gives you a kick.
You're a little confused then, when Mek, of all people, squeezes his hulking frame through the small door of the hole-in-the-wall you've turned into a shop of sorts. You haven't seen him in a while, you're not exactly friends, and the man is the smoothest creature you've ever beheld. He doesn't even have eyebrows for you to trim.
'Do you have an appointment?' you ask with a laugh.
Mek huffs and shakes his bald head. 'You busy?' he asks.
You open your arms to encompass the tiny, empty room around you. 'Not right now.'
Mek nods, satisfied. 'Got a job for you,' he says. 'Not here though.'
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