Silco with a Chubby S/O
A/n: I have a confession.. I only really simp for Silco and no one else in Arcane..Vander and Jayce are too buff and I love buff guys I guess I don't vibe with them
Pairings: Silco x Chubby/Baker/Reader
It was late. The streets had grown louder as people hurried along to find more trouble.
You had just finished closing your bakery, exhausted after spending all day on your feet. Your apron was folded over your arm, and the faint scent of warm bread, butter, and cinnamon still clung to your clothes.
Distracted by your own thoughts, you turned a corner a little too quickly.
Thunk.
"Oh!"
Before you could hit the ground, a hand shot out and caught you firmly by the waist.
Strong. Steady.
For a brief second, neither of you moved.
Silco expected to catch someone and immediately let go.
Instead...
His hand lingered.
Soft.
That was the first thing that crossed his mind.
Not in a mocking way. Not with judgment. Simply...soft.. Well maybe a little judgment but anyway
His fingers rested against the plushness of your waist, and for just a heartbeat longer than necessary, he forgot to move.
You blinked up at him before awkwardly laughing.
"Uh...thank you."
Only then did he release you, clearing his throat as if nothing had happened.
"You should watch where you're going."
"And you weren't either"
"...Fair."
It should have ended there.
It didn't.
For some reason, he kept finding excuses to pass your bakery.
Sometimes he claimed he was simply walking through the district.
Sometimes he'd stop in because it was "on the way."
Sometimes he wouldn't even buy anything.
He'd just stand there for a few minutes, watching you work before leaving again.
Before long, those quick visits became conversations.
Conversations became routine.
And somewhere along the way, Silco realized he wasn't returning for the bread.
He was returning for you.
Being a baker
He pretends he isn't spoiled, but if you forget to pack him breakfast one morning, his entire mood is noticeably worse
You often have to remind him to eat. He gets so buried in work that he'll skip meals until you set a warm pastry beside his papers.
He isn't one for compliments, but if someone praises your baking he'll quietly add, "They're being modest. It's better than that."
If you decide to experiment with recipes, he'll give brutally honest feedback. "Too sweet." "Needs more spice." "This one...make more."
He acts annoyed whenever you insist he tries a new recipe. "Another one?" ...He still eats the entire sample.
Daily stuff
He naturally rests his hand on your waist whenever you're standing beside him. It becomes second nature.
Sitting beside you almost always turns into him leaning against you without realizing it.
If he's had an especially stressful day, he'll quietly pull you into his lap or have you sit beside him so he can rest his head against your shoulder.
He likes when your thighs press against his while you're sitting together.
If you apologize for your weight, he'll look genuinely confused. "Why would I want you to be anything else?"
He thinks your softness makes you easier to hold. It's comforting in a way he never expected.
You're basically his personal heater. Cold evening? He's sitting close enough that your sides are touching.
If you fall asleep on him, he won't move. Even if his leg goes numb, he'd rather suffer than wake you.
Silco's office was almost always quiet.
The only sounds were the scratching of his pen across paper, the occasional turn of a page, and the soft crackle of the cigar resting between his fingers. The room smelled faintly of tobacco and old wood, a scent most people found intimidating.
You found it comforting.
Without a word, you'd wander into his office after finishing your own tasks, giving him a small smile before making your way around his desk.
Silco didn't have to look up anymore.
He already knew what you wanted.
His chair shifted slightly as he leaned back, silently making room for you.
You happily tucked yourself against his side, nuzzling your face into his shoulder before letting out a quiet, content sigh.
"...Comfortable?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the report in front of him.
"Mhm."
His lips twitched into the faintest smile.
One arm wrapped around your waist almost absentmindedly, his hand settling against your soft side as though it had always belonged there. His thumb lazily traced slow circles through your shirt while the other hand held his cigar away from you, making sure the smoke drifted toward the open window instead.
He'd never admit how much he looked forward to these quiet evenings.
The moment you leaned against him, the tension in his shoulders eased. Meetings, negotiations, the endless problems of Zaun...they all seemed a little farther away.
You were warm, soft, safe.
Some nights you'd get so comfortable that your eyes would begin to droop.
Your head grew heavier against his shoulder until you were nearly asleep.
Silco noticed every time.
Without a single complaint, he'd continue reading through paperwork with one arm around your waist, refusing to move in case it disturbed you. Even if his arm started to ache or his leg fell asleep beneath the extra weight, he stayed exactly where he was.
The work could wait.
You couldn't.
If someone knocked before entering, they were greeted by an unusual sight.
He sat calmly smoking his cigar with one hand while the other remained securely around you as you dozed against his side.
He never moved you
If anything, his hold tightened just enough to keep you comfortably tucked against him while he continued discussing business as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Because to him...
Having you curled up against his side had become the most natural part of his day.
