Summary: In which Silvio and I are self-proclaimed mortal enemies, and all our friends are tired of the underlying sexual tension neither of us ever seemed to notice.
Warnings: There were attempts at plot. First person pov as I felt the "you" might not resonate as well in this one maybe? (Loosely based on Emma/MC bc of the way they argue lol) // Smut: Slight femdom reader, switch!Silvio (a bit OOC bc of AU setting), oral (female receiving), a complete waste of drinks, getting locked in a room together, oh and uuhh an otphj.
A/N: Uni!AU because I wanted petty bickering and constant proximity for their silly rivalry. Consider this Silvio with all of the usual family issues, but a little less (sexual) experience — and a similar hyperfixation on "the one woman who bites back". Listen, I tried my best with Silvio's speech, but it's not as consistent as say Jude's (or possibly Motonari's).. Hopefully still flows alright though. 🙏
It had been the most wonderful of days. Emphasis on was.
Now free from another long week of uni tying me down, it was finally time to get some R&R over the weekend. The sun was shining—not blazing, for once—when I walked out of lecture hall and past Building H. A refreshing breeze sent a few loose strands of hair whipping about, subtly signalling of the changing of the seasons. Everything was almost like a scene out of a movie.. until he happened.
Navigating across campus to get to my car, I was itching to belt out some of my favorite songs as I drove home, briefly debating grabbing some food on the way. Who was I kidding? Of course I was gonna treat myself. But sparing just one glance at my phone due to an incoming message was all it had taken to wreak havoc. Thanks to the distraction, I'd managed to bump into someone, spilling the contents of the lukewarm drink in my other hand all over the innocent bystander.
Only it turned out this was no ordinary bystander. It just so happened that I had the misfortune of running into my self-proclaimed mortal enemy—quite literally, at that. The very same man who was now glaring and cursing at everything I stood for as the realization and implications finally sunk in. The mere acknowledgement of my existence seemed to antagonize his usually haughty sea blue gaze.
“Do ya ever look where you're goin'? Shit.. These clothes are ruined.” Silvio begins to complain, seething at the sticky iced substance seeping through his cashmere jumper and down onto tailored denim. He must assume that I never pay attention to where I'm going, seeing as I've always pretended to be very interested in whatever was on my phone when he was around. But little did he know that was just so I could try to avoid having to deal with him and his shitty attitude whenever Silvio would take notice of my nearby presence.
When I finally break from my trance and look up at him—having felt like all of this happened in slow-motion despite not even being a minute’s worth of time—I find myself caring a lot less than I would have if I'd just spilled coffee over… well, just about anyone else.
“Oops,” I ooze sarcasm, shooting him the most obvious of fake smiles, fully intending to just keep walking past him. Silvio quickly moves to grab my arm, exasperated by the cold shoulder he was given after something he didn’t even cause. This time, anyway. The sound of jewelry jangling is all too familiar, akin hearing war drums the moment it's within the vicinity.
Was there really any one solid reason I hated Silvio? I pondered. No.. it was hard to narrow it down to just one, actually. The way he always seemed to carry himself, especially around me, had never quite rubbed me the right way; let alone us not having gotten off on the right foot to begin with.
It had all started when I'd made the grave error of sitting next to him one god-awful Monday for a sociology lecture I'd been late to after having overslept. Silvio made sure it was absolute torture for me; relentlessly teasing everything from the pajama pants I'd forgotten to change out of to the night before’s smudged mascara still somewhat stuck to my cheeks.
But it was the little things about him, I think, that piss me off the most. How arrogant he was, how much of a know-it-all he was, and how he always seemed to be bragging about his money and status, flaunting it endlessly despite my scowls and disgust.
So as I come back to the moment, watching as Silvio prattles my ear off, it dawns on me that he's expecting an answer to a question I'd never even heard. The entirety of his monologue had sounded to me much the way a fish in a bowl would hear anything, truthfully. (And the mental imagine of his face on a fish's head, fins at his hips, is a priceless one indeed.)
“Come again?” Not bothering to hide my disdain, my eyes lazily flick from Silvio's ruined jumper to the crease in his brows. I secretly have to bite the inside of my cheek just to hide the laughter that once again threatens to spill past my lips at the reminder of his sorry state.
Silvio begins to repeat himself, but not before ocean blue eyes roll to high heavens, dramatically running a hand through his dual-toned hair and— Wait, since when had his hands looked that nice? The sunlight caught his eyes just right and— I mentally slapped myself to try and focus; something it was starting to feel like I was incapable of today.
“I asked ya," Silvio scoffs, "what you were gonna do to remedy the situation.” He arches a brow and crosses his arms expectantly, instantly regretting it and uncrossing his arms as his sweater sticks to his skin in all the wrong ways.
“Oh, that.. I was planning on remedying my mood by walking away from you entirely,” I chastise, mocking his sour attitude with a petulant huff.
As if he wasn’t already tired from a long day, running into me had apparently been the cherry on top; Silvio was about ready to tear me and my smart mouth a new one by this point. Getting on his bad side was a social death sentence for most—yet somehow, I have yet to experience the horrors other students still whisper about. No one's sure why, but it feels like everyone's waiting for the moment the other shoe finally drops.
“Look here, Lady.” His words quickly fall flat, his expression morphing as if it had burned his tongue to even call me anything less than offensive. “Listen to me, and listen damn well. I couldn’t give less of a shit what ya wanted; much less if ya rathered I drop dead right now, bitch. You fucked up and spilled your coffee on me." Silvio's hands shake slightly, but it goes unnoticed with all the words being thrown at my face in rapid suggestion.
"Get it together and fix the situation now, or I’ll fix you my damn myself. And trust me, it won’t be pretty,” Silvio spat, turning red in the face by the time he’s finished yelling at me in the near-desolate campus parking garage.
“I hate to break it to you, but the situation will never be pretty. Not as long as it somehow involves you, Silvio,” I snort, leaving him to stew in a puddle of blind rage and coffee stains.
It isn’t until about two weeks later that I even see Silvio again—but you can be sure that he hasn't forgotten about his revenge for even a minute since. The opportunity had all but fallen into his lap, and Silvio was never one to say no to a "good deal". Catching sight of me in his peripheral, my attention was glued to the notes spread before me, spending another day at the library studying for final exams. It was just his luck that I'd picked today of all days to wear a white top—one of the boldest fashion choices in a bustling campus. To Silvio, revenge was a dish best served old. But to me, karma was about to be a royal, bling-covered bitch—and I was about to find out its name took on the form of Silvio Ricci today.
Just as I'm turning the page to answer one of the final questions in my psychology course's study guide, I see someone trip out of the corner of my eye, noticing a second too late to dodge the oncoming downpour of an entire bottle of red Gatorade.
Once again in slow motion, I watch what looks and feels like a murder scene of both my hard work and innocent shirt. All the meanwhile Silvio has the audacity to smirk at me before acting the victim. As he gets up to go clean off his arm in the bathroom, I grab onto it and glare daggers into his thick skill. (Thirty-six of them, to be precise.) If looks could kill, Silvio would have already been at least halfway through his own funeral service by now.
“There somethin' that seems to be the matter, Lady?” He grins cheekily at my shivering form, lips upturning further victoriously when I can’t seem to find an answer fast enough for his liking. “Suits ya, bein' quiet for once. Hah, looks like ya got all wet for me, too.” Silvio’s gone before I can blink twice, satisfied with having been able to even the score.. for now.
And so the childish war between two grown adults began in full; with either of us attempting to trip one another, or steal a parking spot from the other, or just screw each other over at the campus cafeteria somehow. Both of our friend groups were honestly sick and tired of the way we would act when it came to the other, and had decided upon a revenge of their own. They'd begun preparing a mouse trap of sorts, meant to get us both two dispel the underlying tension that had allegedly gone unnoticed to everyone but the both of us. And by gods, did they pray it would work.
One of my closest friends had invited us over to a dorm she’d claimed was having a party, and after finals were over, I was more than happy to oblige. (Phase 1 complete.) Meanwhile, Silvio's friends had lied through their teeth, managing to convince him that they were bringing over a sampling of rare liquors for everyone to try. (Phase 2 complete.)
It wasn’t until I was forcibly shoved into the bathroom of said dorm upon arriving and heard the door lock from the outside that I'd noticed Silvio sitting against the sink, having already been locked inside before I arrived. He may not have been Einstein, but he was certainly no idiot; and now that he knew what his friends’ plan had been all along, he was absolutely furious.
“Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?! So what, this was their master plan? Lock us both in a room and hope we don’t kill each other?” Silvio runs a hand through his messy hair for the umpteenth time since being stuck in the small room, feeling as if his roots would be tugged out any minute now. Just what he needed to get his mind off another fight with his asshole of a father, of another week of busting his ass for results no one cared about—yet always expected of him.
“Or maybe they were hoping you’d confess your undying love for me already! Aww, how romantic..” I gasp theatrically, hands over my mouth and heart while I feign hope even at his deadpan expression in response. With a roll of my own eyes, I move to look around. “Did they at least leave us any food or drinks?” Taking in the bare-bones bathroom that feels more like a prison cell, I'm grateful to at least still have my phone with me, if nothing else.
“I’d sooner eat a whole cake in one sitting.” Silvio stands upright to each over and once again attempt to open the door somehow. I simply watch him struggle, taking a seat atop the sink and trying to lie to myself about totally not checking out his nice ass from here. Perhaps one could loathe someone’s entire being and yet still think that maybe, just maybe, they weren’t completely unattractive. (And other lies I'd tell myself as I absolutely did not imagine scratching up his broad shoulders. Nope, not even for a second...)
I hadn’t even realized I was busy daydreaming until Silvio had snapped me out of it. “The hell are you thinkin' about that you’re bitin' your lip like that for?” he muses, wondering why I'd seemingly been eerily calm instead of trying to bite his head off by now. “Ya must be real hungry or somethin' if you’re even more of a space case than normal.”
“Yeah, starving.” Lying seems to be all I can do today, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from losing my grip on the last thread of my sanity.
“You’re always welcome to eat my ass,” he retorts, grinning triumphantly as if he’d been dangling a treasure in front of me I couldn't have. Fine, then. It's not like I cared about his nice ass anyway.
“First of all, what ass? And second of all, fuck you.” I picked at my nails, starting to feel boredom hit. Not even our fighting felt like it had any of the usual fire to it when we were cramped in this dingy little broomcloset of a dorm washroom.
“Fuck me? Well, if that’s how you’d like to kill your time in here. But don't come cryin' when no one else ever comes close.” Silvio teases back, curious as to how far he could push the boundaries, wanting to finally see me break under pressure.
“The nerve– To think I would ever fuck you. In your dreams, Ricci!” I scoffed at the proposition, as if I hadn’t just been wondering what it would sound like when I'd make him moan my name and beg for more mere moments ago.
“In my dreams or yours, Lady? Is that why there are always bags under your eyes? Are all those wet dreams of me leavin' ya restless?” I felt my jaw drop at his shameless statements, racking my typically witty brain to come up with any sort of retort. But any conscious thought left my brain when Silvio leans in and purrs indecently at my ear. His rich, spicy scent envelops me just before the warmth he exudes presses against me, an arm snaking around my waist. “Why not make your dreams a reality then? I'll let ya.. just this once.”
I'm unsure of just how it happens or why I go for it—but before I know it, I've pulled Silvio in by the collar, sucking on his bottom lip, then dragging it with my teeth as I pull back. Interestingly enough, Silvio had gone stiff as a board, pink in the cheeks and looking anywhere but at me.
“The.. The fuck was that for?” he asks, incredulous, hoping to mask the tremor in his voice. "Now you've really gone and–"
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” I murmur as I lean back into my seated position, almost falling deeper into the sink before his arms reflexively shoot out to catches me. Silvio's arms around my waist as he stands between my legs has me feeling some kind of way.. And belatedly, I realize it isn’t long before I've found myself devouring his lips in another kiss. Silvio shudders and lets out a stifled groan when my lips move down to kiss across the expanse of his throat, pausing to suck at his Adam's apple and making his hips buck in the process.
“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” My eyes sparkle at the realization, watching as Silvio freezes in fear of being caught. “You act tough, but you get flustered so easily.. Hah, bet you'd let me boss you around in bed– No, actually.. You're already getting off on this, aren't you?” The newfound confidence seemingly oozes out through my pores, a wicked grin playing upon my lips as my nails scratch lightly along his spine and over the thigh fabric of his silky top, forcing a shiver from him.
“So tell me, are you gonna be a good boy for me.. or am I gonna have to punish you like the little bitch who's always barking at me?” My words don't falter, eyes gleefully registering the way his mouth runs dry, swallowing hard.
“A-as if I would ever– Oi, watch your hands! Ngh..” Oh, this will be fun. I've only gotten to be the dominant party a handful of times to date, but I'd been craving the feeling and power that this kind of intimacy brings for awhile now. Let alone the fact that I'd just managed to get the Silvio Ricci—current bane of my existence—on his knees for me, in every sense.
I remain seated at the edge of the sink, having tugged my dress upwards just enough so that Silvio could properly eat me out. He wasn’t bad at all, I had to admit, but it wasn’t his tongue alone that had impressed me, no, it was his fingers. He had long, slender fingers that curved just right inside me, making me clutch at the edge of the sink until my knuckles paled. As I watched his free hand reach down to coax his length through his pants, I reached for his hair and pulled him away from my core, a shimmering string of my arousal still connecting us.
“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” Silvio grunted and furrowed his brows, lightly glaring up at me as if it would be enough change my mind. He felt as if he was going insane from ignoring his throbbing length, desperate for some relief himself. “You’ll only get to come if you play nice and make me come first.. So if I catch you touching yourself again, you're gonna regret it,” I scold, clicking my tongue with a light tug at his hair.
Silvio's fingers ram into me with speed and force unparalleled, sucking at my clit and ravaging that spongy spot deep inside that has me seeing stars. He makes me come around two of his fingers, lightly nipping at my clit, and my hands can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away entirely. I end up opting for the latter as it all becomes too much, breaking away from him to catch my breath as he pants from the intensity of his efforts.
“Should I be nice and let you have some fun now?” To which Silvio's hands grip my thighs a little tighter in his desperation, unconsciously letting out a small groan at just the thought of release, aching and weeping from the start.
I guide him to sit on the floor with his legs stretching out as best as the small space allows, straddling his lap and unbuckling his belt before tugging his jeans and briefs down just enough to free his throbbing shaft. I slowly take the thick length in my hand, just barely grazing at first and luring him into a false sense of security. Silvio closes his eyes and leans his head against the wall behind him, a string of profanities leaving his mouth as my own now sucks at his tip. My thumb runs down his sensitive shaft, deeming him more than hard enough by now after all my teasing.
“Ah ah, open your eyes, I want you to look at me,” I command all the while peeling his arms away from my hips, allowing them to settle on my lower thighs instead so he wouldn’t be able to control my movements. Weakly, Silvio opens his bleary eyes to look up at my face, wondering when the little devil in front of him suddenly became the angel on top of him, holding the key to a paradise of pleasure.
I grab his cock as my hips slowly sink downwards, running his length through my wet folds. Relishing in the whimper he unconsciously lets out before I completely lower myself onto him, I slide down until my thighs make full contact with the denim beneath my own. Short, jagged breaths escape past Silvio's lips, his vision blurring as his glassy eyes try to fathom the pleasure of my tight, wet heat encasing his needy cock.
“Fuck.. C'mon, do somethin', anythin', already,” Silvio mutters, worried about what might happen now if he disobeys, but too horny (and too Silvio) to stay quiet, let alone outright beg. Smirking at the state he's been reduced to, I shush him by teasingly slipping my tongue past his lips, beginning to ascend off his shaft before lowering back down again, repeating the process in a tortuously slow manner. I bask in every single one of Silvio's moans that are swallowed by the kiss, a few grunts of my own mixing in when my self control begins to slip.
Grinding against him every time I descend and meet the added friction of his pelvis against my clit, the uncomfortable feeling of rough denim and pointed zippers digging into my thighs doesn't even register. Chasing my second orgasm, I remind him that he can’t cum until I give him the ok, rubbing furiously at my clit until I'm seeing white and the coil in my belly snaps taut.
The world goes dark for a moment until I come to again, my ragged breaths fanning against the sensitive skin at his neck. My lips curl into a cheshire grin at the sight of Silvio's jaw tightening, fingers digging into my thighs as he struggles to hold back his release. After just having finished coming all over his cock, I pull off him and climb off his lap, leaving Silvio bewildered. He was more than likely wondering why I was tucking him away and zipping his jeans back up.
“The fuck? This wasn't part of the deal! I made ya come, so where's my–” Silvio growls, grabbing at the hem of my dress with a mixture of frustration and confusion, chest heaving and eyes wide with disbelief. But despite the hunger and his desire to claw at me, Silvio hesitated, unsure if he'd be left hanging for pushing too far.
Being this pent-up wasn't something Silvio Ricci ever had to deal with. As a matter of fact, he didn't feel like he was acting himself today at all. Silvio had never been in this position before, and he almost hates that he's enjoying it as much as he has, especially given who's the one holding the metaphorical leash. (Metaphorical for now, perhaps..)
Why the hell was he letting anyone put him through this level of humiliation? Perhaps all the in-family fighting and stress was getting to him, and not having to make decisions for once felt.. surprisingly more pleasant than he'd expected. Though he'd definitely like it a lot more if he actually got to finish..
“Sshh, it’s ok, you’ll get to cum. We’re just.. doing something different now.” Silvio's too wrapped up in finally being allowed to come that he thinks nothing of my devious grin, his brain practically mush at this point under the heavenly feeling of contact once again. I stroke his length over his jeans, placing open-mouthed kisses across his stomach as I wait for the exact moment to enact my revenge, a flawless victory. And I get my wish just a few short moments later when he’s coming hard and fast. A large, dark, wet spot forms across the front of his light blue jeans as I'd neglected to pull his briefs back up, allowing for all of it to seep right through.
While Silvio rides out the waves of his release, I stand up to fix myself up with the aid of the bathroom mirror, making sure I'm presentable when I reach over to jangle the doorknob. And sure enough, it finally gives way this time. Looking back at Silvio who still looks blissed out on the floor, I bend down to wish him farewell.
“Thanks for the orgasms, I guess.” The corners of his lips quirk in return, a surge of pride flowing through him, thinking he's won by making me admit he'd gotten me off; more than once, even. Until...
“Have fun rejoining everyone looking like.. that.” I let out a dark giggle, sadistic glee in my eyes that drink up the view one last time before walking out of the washroom and out of the dorm altogether.
Only once I was fully out of sight and Silvio had gotten over his post orgasmic bliss did the meaning of my words sink in… I'd gotten my revenge by leaving him with an even more questionable stain than coffee or Gatorade could ever leave, making it look like he’d just finished jerking off in the bathroom by himself.
Silvio attempts to quietly leave the restroom and flee his friends' dorm room, but is unsuccessful as he runs into all three roommates, eyes widening comically upon their collective laughter. It looked like this war was far from over, but perhaps a truce could be called in the form of the age old system of enemies with benefits?
Deep down, Silvio didn't exactly hate my guts.. but he did hate losing, he'd always been a sore loser—and a real petty one at that. The only thing more sore than Silvio after taking an L was going to be my body after a night of his own payback, he was sure of that. So why did the thought alone have him growing hard again? It was just spite, surely.. But no amount of alcohol that evening could get his mind off the way I'd looked, sounded, and felt earlier. Fuck... this was gonna be the longest night of his life.
aka 100 ways he shows his love for you: Silvio Ricci
Rating: 18+? (Very brief and non-descript spice ments.)
WC: ~4.7k
Pairing: Silvio Ricci x gn!Reader fiancé(e)
*(There are allusions to his main storyline, & potentially Belle, but feel free to imagine otherwise, or react differently from Emma in past situations. Rearrange hc's at your leisure!)
Warnings: General mentions/spoilers for Silvio's route and event routes (mostly vague), brief and non-descript mentions of spice and aftercare, one mention of future children (no pregnancy ment), one passing mention of alcohol (it's Silvio & Benetoite so uh). Mostly "spoilery" references are of events that take place after the main storyline.
A/N: Please lmk if I missed anything, I wrote this in one go in the middle of the night bc I was in my feels for this man, I am down bad horrendous, truly. I adore his character/arc sm. I am also apparently unable to write anything under 2k, noted.
MDNI with my blog, especially anything specifically labeled as such. Insta-blocked if so.
Silvio always shuddered at your touch, but these days it's lessened. After officially becoming engaged, as long as it wasn't unexpected, he found himself less inclined to pretend he didn't enjoy it. That he didn't fawn internally over every one of your smiles, laughs, hugs, kisses, sighs, and I love yous. He's already let slip multiple times how cute he finds you, how much he respects you and cares for you, and how cute he finds you. Silvio still blushes every time, and shows his affections in awkward and tsun ways at times too; but his actions have always spoken louder, or rather yelled, compared to his words.
Taking on extra work just to finish ahead of time to take you on a date, or travel, or just spend time together. Doting on you when you're sick, tired, stressed, or generally unwell somehow. Carried you everywhere when you sprained an ankle. Called off and rescheduled work to take care of you when you had a fever. Would love you if you were a worm rabbit. Learned to lean into simpler tastes, learned to trust you; something so foreign to the man who believed he didn't even have any friends.
Silvio learned to have a little faith in humanity again after meeting you, after hurting you in his fear and spite, after apologizing and making up for it to win you over again, and still feeling like shit every day for it, wondering why you'd ever "settle" for him. He looks in the mirror some days, noticing how happy he looks, and pauses. Had he ever smiled like that before? Who was this man standing before him?
Makes love to you, explores with you, always focuses on your pleasure, as long as it takes for you to warm up, to feel good, or to make your way from start to finish. For someone with so much experience, but such distaste for others and their ways, he's surprisingly skilled in the ways of doing so, you think. Someone who didn't care as much as he said he did wouldn't have even bothered to pay attention.
He's always respected your consent, boundaries, and stamina, even if he's left hanging. You two didn't even get physical yet for awhile, and not just because work was insanely busy. It was partly due to Silvio giving you space at first, but also because he wanted to give everything time to sink in, to experience and appreciate your love for each other and all you've overcome so far.
Both in and out of bed, he pampers you and treats you like the royalty you'll soon be. Washes your hair, always takes care of you after any physical intimacy, bubble baths, massages, brings you flowers and things he'll think you like, or caves when you ask him for a favor, ridiculous as it may be, just to see you smile at him, knowing that he's the only one who makes you do so that way.
The thought of marriage still feels surreal to him, but he knows he wouldn't want to experience this with anyone else. To have something so fulfilling, so selfless and honest, in ways that have made him hope for the future. He's soon to be king, and you, his royal spouse. More thoughts come unbidden, ones he'd much rather put off, still too much to work through.
Would he be a good parent? Would you? Would he turn out like his father? His mother? Could he truly hold them and love them unconditionally? Or would he get stressed and drink again, trying to hide from his responsibilities? The very thought of doing so goes against his caring nature, repulsing him immediately. A strong sign that even if it's a bit of tough love, he'd still love and protect them the same way he does you.
Every night, when not out at sea, he returns home to you, to your shared room, falling asleep with you in his arms, hearts beating together as you drift off. Sometimes he'll fall asleep first, or wake up first, and wholly take in the sight of you. He might even muse aloud again, and if you're lucky, you might be awake to hear it.
He'd do anything to redo how he was when you'd both met. There's still a lifetime ahead together to make things right, to redeem himself for his past. But deep down, it's himself he has to convince, because you already know how selfless and loving he can be, even with those he's had a complicated past with. Little by little, he's begun to heal, to grow, to be less dependent on the ways he used to escape his reality. He's more present than ever now, and grateful for it.
Silvio swears he's going to go mad from how you consume his every thought. The cliché of wanting to wake up beside you, spend his day working to see you again, to hold you while the land of dreams beckons. He hates how easily you make him blush, fawn, react, and feel. But most importantly, Silvio's a big fat liar. Because he's never hated how much he cares about you, not even a little bit.
So uuuhhh about the new sets..... oh my god. They did not hold back on these. Silvio's..... holy hells, it's 200% smut and somehow still 30% sweet. So cute, so horknee, 20/10 audios 🫣
Dunno if I'll have the energy to get more than a draft done these days, but here's a sneak peak at the bakery!mc au I'd talked about before. I hope you guys like it! Was fun to get into, and hope it'll get fully fleshed out someday :)
Here's the writing snippet, but the rest of the theoretical plot points are below the cut, if you're interested! c:
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
BakeryOwner!MC x Silvio Ricci (Benetoite AU)
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
After meeting through work, Silvio's been stubbornly hung up on the fact that I was "the one that didn't want him". Despite plenty of women throwing themselves at him and no shortage of attention in sight (albeit shallow), and yet... he still won't let me go.
Silvio pesters me at my business, or in town, or wherever the Prince happens to run into me. (I'm not convinced it's as accidental as he claims it is.) He keeps trying to send fancy dresses and jewels my way, hoping... I'm not sure what, really. Maybe to go on a date? Does he want me to sleep with him? I just can't tell why he's trying so hard when it feels like there's no need for him to go to such an extent.
My best guess is that he's miffed I'm the only one not kissing his feet wherever he walks. Wait... could it be that maybe he likes that I speak my mind instead of cowering or kissing his ass? No, that's too crazy a thought to even be possible.. Whatever the reason, it'd be lovely if he wasn't always trying to publicly "court" me at my own shop, turning heads in every damn direction he goes.
I set down the tray of baked goods with a huff, crossing my arms and taking in the sight of him across the counter, smirking at me as he once again stops by to "order" (wear me down).
"Good. Morning. Silvio." I grit out, trying to remain vaguely professional. "What can I get for your today, your highness?" For as much as he complains about me not smiling at him, he seems to look pleased with himself. But I have a feeling that if I were anyone else, I'd probably already have gotten my head lopped off for my sass.
⬇️ sneak preview below the cut! ⬇️
Future plans for the story:
(in case I don't write it lol)
• Silvio stops by the bakery to bug MC ..a lot
• Silvio gets overprotective if there's any creeps
• MC begrudgingly getting used to Silvio's touchiness and "commands" ..while still letting MC get away with too much of the usual Sass
• MC eventually just treats him like Some Dude and they get drinks and kick back after the shop closes up (usually at Silvio's insistence)
• Come time for Silvio's bday, he secretly hires MC to make a fancy ass birthday cake for him bc he trusts MC's tastes and to probably not poison him
• .... But also he's secretly using it to see what MC thinks of him, bc he left the decor and flavors and stuff up to MC
• MC gets sick (horribly sick) just before the bday party after so much crunch planning, ingredient prep, etc.
• Silvio forces MC to "get better or back out" bc he doesn't want MC to get worse bc MC is already in a horrendous state
Didn't work out the rest yet from there, but it's probably gonna be Silvio forcing MC to stay at a guest room in the palace (was already there for the birthday contract job) to make sure MC gets better, then make MC make him a much smaller cake for a private party together. And then from there Silvio starts to realize he's falling hard and freaks out. MC slowly starts to realize this too. Things get a little awkward, but Carlo and Rio play a hand in pushing them together. From there on, it's a typical uphill battle for getting to be together, but they're every bit as wholesomely, annoyingly, sassily in love.
In the new Beastly Love story, Emma digs her nails into Silvio's back and he gets a little flustered, including the precious blushing sprite.......... this information is everything 😳
