#silco fic

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—“I NEVER WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU TO THEM. NOT FOR ANYTHING. DON’T CRY, YOU’RE PERFECT.”

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What if Astrid find a pic of young Silco by accident hehhehehehhehehehehhe

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A Drink With Me ficlet

870 words || Established relationship || Silco x Astrid (but can be read as gen f!reader) || SFW but suggestive || MDNI

“Oh my Gods.”

“What?”

“Oh. My Gods.”

Time has stripped the photograph between your fingers of its glossy sheen and has left the edges blunt and frayed, but you would recognise those features anywhere; no less sharp nor striking through the faded sepia.

“This is you.”

It had slipped from between two ledgers as you’d perused Silco’s bookshelves – an activity more to entertain your idle hands than a genuine search for reading material. The image itself is simple and candid: A young man, seemingly oblivious to the fact his portrait is being taken, sat at a familiar bar, with eyes downcast toward a spread of papers.

That same man looks up at you now from a very similar spread of papers. “What is?”

“This.” You drift over to his desk and perch on its edge, all the while unable to tear your gaze from the photo in your hands. The pitch dark hair swept back into a low bun. The familiar strays – the same ones that even now will always be the first to escape any styling under the combing of agitated fingers – falling forward into his face, only far longer and thicker than you’re used to. His skin, unblemished and smooth, save for the chronic furrow between his brows – etched there long before time and tragedy ravaged the rest.

Silco hums absently; an indication that he acknowledges your discovery but finds little interest in it. You can imagine the man in the photograph making the exact same noise, were someone to distract him from his paperwork for a reason he deemed benign. You flip the photo over. No date.

“How old are you here?”

Silco exhales through his nose, places his pen down with a pointed clack, and extends his hand wordlessly toward you.

“Hah! Do you think I’m wet behind the ears?” you hold the photograph out of his reach, “You can tell just fine from over there thank you very much.”

He cuts you a scathing glance, before leaning forward in his chair with a foreboding creak to peer more closely at the image. His scarred lips purse slightly in thought.

“Mid–late twenties. I can’t say for certain.”

“You were hot.”

“Were?”

“Were and are,” you coo, reclining backwards over the desk into his space, one elbow pitched on his paperwork to hold your weight whilst you flap the photograph in front of his face, “Can I keep this?”

“For what reason?”

“Dirty ones.”

“Hardly necessary,” Silco says, the very corner of his mouth creasing upwards as he catches your wrist to halt your photo-flapping, “You have access to the real thing.”

“True, true, and you can be sure I’ll continue taking advantage of that.” You grin, shoving your captured, photo-wielding arm a little closer to him in emphasis, “But right now I’m talking about some alone time with this guy.”

Silco scoffs under his breath and releases your wrist. You twist onto your front, weight propped on both elbows as you admire the photograph in your grip. You trace a finger down the slender throat of the man in the photo, over the generous wedge of chest exposed by his open crimson collar.

“D’you think he’d notice me? If I came into that bar?”

“Oh I’m certain he would.”

“Yeah?” You lift your gaze from the man in the photo to the one before you – as equally breathtaking. More so. You catch your lower lip between your teeth. “What line would he use?”

Silco hums, low and thoughtful, leaning forward in his chair, closing in on your space. He picks up his abandoned pen, briefly twirling the implement until it’s poised between his elegant fingers like a cigarette. Nib safely facing his own palm.

“After downing the dregs of his drink for courage... he would have approached you.”

With sensual tenderness, he brushes the barrel of his pen along your cheek, warmed metal against warmer skin. Catching at the curve of your jawline, and tracing over your pulse in a way that makes it fumble a beat.

“Cast his gaze over each of your pretty, pretty features. One by one,” he murmurs, slowly drawing the end of the pen down your jugular, down the slope of your collar bone, to leisurely trail through the cut of your cleavage. The corner of your mouth hooks up. The warmth low in your belly coils a little tighter.

“He would have leaned in close,” Silco whispers, demonstrating just so, “Close enough that you’d almost taste the whiskey on his breath.”

Blunt metal drags a purposeful line up your throat, and your lips part softly as he tilts your face toward his with the barrel of his pen flat and firm beneath your chin.

“And asked you – very nicely – to stop leaning on his paperwork.”

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek while Silco’s dual eyes sizzle with smug mirth. It’d be unthinkable, really – to forfeit either one for the sake of a matching pair.

You straighten and push off his desk, hips swaying as you saunter over to the bedroom with the photograph in hand.

“Well,” you say, pausing in the threshold and turning to him with a smirk, “If you need us, you know where we’ll be.”

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Kiss Me More. pt 2:

silco x f!reader - 1.8k words - SFW

series summary: “Whatever, all I’m saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,” Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, “You know, if you want to.”

cw: first dates, jealous silco, silco is a little shit, silco causing problems on purpose, mild angst, mild sexual references, fluff, friends to lovers, young silco

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4

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One agonising, excruciatingly long week later and neither you nor Silco have mentioned the kiss again. In fact, Silco has been so weird, (well, weirder than he normally is anyhow) that you’re genuinely starting to worry you accidentally damaged some of his brain cells when you pulled on his hair. 

He holds himself all weirdly now, like he’s forgotten how sitting or standing works. And he stares and stares and stares at you, and then scowls when you look back or ask him what’s wrong. 

You even catch him just standing staring at your bedroom door one day, smack bang in the middle of the corridor, but when you question what he’s doing he just grunts at you and slams into his own bedroom, the tips of his ears flushed crimson.

This, frankly unhinged, behaviour continues right up until you’re leaving for your date with Seven. 

Vander, the wonderful, had said you looked lovely, and Silco, the prat, had just scowled at your outfit and crossed his arms in a huff.

Not wanting to spend the whole of your first ever date giving a rage-fuelled rant about your idiot best friend, you’d taken a deep breath and magnanimously chosen to just roll your eyes at him, instead of picking a fight. 

You can get him back later by unpicking the seams of his favourite shirt, anyway. That’ll show him. 

But as you’d looked over your shoulder to say goodbye to the boys, fingertips hanging loosely off the door handle, you’d caught Silco surreptitiously looking you up and down with a surprisingly soft look on his face. 

It had thrown you for a bit of a loop, the little motion and facial expression re-playing in your head over and over again as you’d walked through the streets of Zaun…

But then there’s no time to think of it anymore because you’re suddenly on your date with Seven - who you think you like. It’s a bit difficult to tell, honestly. 

The date goes well (you guess, you’ve never been on one before, so there’s nothing to really compare it to). He’d taken you to dinner at one of the local food stalls because the restaurants on The Promenade are far, far too expensive, but at least the food had been familiar. 

Plus, it was way nicer than any of Sil’s burnt, home-made meals… Probably. (Okay, maybe you’ve grown a little bit fond of them after all this time.)

You and Seven had talked for most of the date. And you’d gotten to know each other a little bit better. Well, you’d got to know Seven better; you didn’t really get much of a chance to talk about yourself, in between his monologues. 

And sure, you didn’t kiss, but he did hold your hand on the way home. 

Now, as you reach your apartment building, Seven insists on walking you up to your flat, even gesturing for you to climb the stairs before him with a sweep of his arm. And when you finally arrive outside your apartment door, he turns to you with a strange, smug look on his face. 

“Well, I suppose this brings an end to our evening,” he says, voice dropping in a way that you assume is meant to be seductive, but honestly just makes him sound like he needs a cough drop. “But there is one more thing I want to do before I leave.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, Seven is backing you up against the door, arms slithering around you until they rest low around your waist (a little too low if you’re being honest). An uncomfortable feeling settles in your chest but then he’s leaning down and lining his lips up with yours and-

Shit, this is it. He’s going to kiss you. 

You heave a sharp intake of breath and desperately try to remember everything Silco had told you during your little practice session, but it’s currently quite difficult to think properly when your heart is drumming in your chest and your hands are shaking. 

Of course, thinking about Silco must summon him because instead of feeling the sensation of lips on lips, you’re suddenly experiencing the sensation of falling, as the door opens behind you. 

Without the solid, wooden surface holding your upper back in place, you tip backwards with a squeal, only saved from falling flat on your arse by Seven tightening his arms around you and setting you back on your feet. 

Instantly, you want his suffocating arms off of you, so you subtly shove him away as you turn to face the culprit of the opening door. 

“Silco!”

“Hey, you’re back,” he announces, a little too casually. It doesn’t match his bizarre, half-amused, half-something-else expression at all. Or the death grip he has on the door frame. “Great, we need to change the bed sheets.” 

You almost sputter at the choice of phrasing. Not his bed sheets, the bed sheets, like there’s only one bed in the apartment, and needing to change them implies…

Before you can clarify, because you don’t want your date getting the wrong idea, Silco turns to look at Seven, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

Uh, oh. You know that look. That’s his ‘I’m going to make your life a fucking misery’ look. 

“Oh, who’s your little friend?” Silco asks, voice deceptively sweet. 

“Seven,” he responds, holding a hand out for Sil to shake, which he promptly ignores. “And you are?”

“Really, very busy right now, so if you’ll just excuse us.” Silco dismisses him, resting one hand on the small of your back as he tries to herd you through the doorway and into the flat. 

You squirm out of his grasp, annoyance levels rising until they’re practically reaching Piltover. 

“Silco, just get the stuff out the airing cupboard and I’ll be with you in a min-"

“It’s okay, baby girl, I’d best be going anyway.” Seven interrupts you, stepping even closer to you. His voice does that stuffy, flu thing again, and he acts like he’s speaking only to you, but it’s definitely loud enough for Silco to hear. “I had a great time this evening.”

“Me too.” You smile at him with tight lips, despite it being a bit of a lie. It just feels like it’s something you’re supposed to say at the end of a date. 

“I’d love to do it again sometime,” he continues, voice taking on an overly suggestive tone. “I’ll see you at the shop? We can arrange another date… maybe some late night swimming?”

You feel your face heat up at the thought, and it certainly doesn’t help that Silco is a foot away, burning a hole into the side of your skull. 

Janna, you really hope Seven doesn’t try to kiss you again in front of Sil, you think you might die of embarrassment. You pretend to scratch at your nose, subtly covering your mouth, just in case he tries again. 

“Uh, I'll see you later,” you say noncommittally. “Goodnight, Seven.”

Except, it doesn’t seem to work because he just grabs the hand covering your face and brings it up to his lips, pressing a rough kiss against your fingers. It’s an effort not to squirm. 

“Goodnight, princess,” he drawls, winking when you just stare at him.

Then, he finally notices the intense death stare Silco is sending his way, dropping your hand to shoot daggers back at your best friend before turning on his heel and sauntering down the stairs. 

With Seven gone, a weird sense of relief floods through you, but it quickly dissipates, leaving you with nothing but the urge to smack Silco round the back of his stupidly beautiful head. You don’t, though. 

Instead, you march back inside the flat, hackles raised as Silco closes the door behind you and leans back on it. He dusts his hands off with two wide sweeps up and down like the dramatic idiot he is. 

“And good riddance.”

Slowly, you turn to face him fully, carefully watching his eyes widen slightly in mild alarm. 

“What the hell was that?”

“What?” he asks, really, genuinely confused. 

You could throttle him. 

“That!” 

“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what you mean,” Silco replies. 

“You were so rude to him!” you explode. “And you…” 

You want to say that he implied that the two of you share a bed, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Hell, you know your cheeks are absolutely burning at just the thought of it. (And not even just the usual things you think of when sharing a bed with someone, but even just the thought of waking up next to him, seeing him when he’s all relaxed and soft in the morning. It hurts to even picture it.)

“Yeah, well, I don’t like him.” Silco interrupts your runaway daydream. 

“Why? You don't even know him!” you protest. 

“I just don’t like the look of him.”

“Silco!" 

“What? I don’t think he’s right for you. I mean, did you hear him? I had a lovely evening, princess, why don’t we go skinny dipping for our next date, doll.” The mocking accent he puts on is far from flattering. “Ugh, what a slimeball.”

“He doesn’t even sound like that!” You don’t know why you even bother protesting, he’s clearly on a roll. 

“And what kind of a name is Seven, anyway? Do you think his parents hated him too? Do you think that’s why he’s such a prick?”

You sigh heavily. 

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, turning away from him to walk through the living room and towards your bedroom. 

Except you don’t get very far because Silco catches your hand and gently pulls you back to him, until you’re stood holding hands in the middle of the room. 

“Wait, I actually need your help making my bed,” he says, face and voice melting into something genuine (and irritatingly endearing). 

But not endearing enough after all the shit he’s been putting you through this last week. 

You pull your fingers out of his grip and slap at his hand when he tries to grab them again. 

“Get Vander to do it,” you snap, perhaps a little too harshly. 

“But he’s still at work!” He’s borderline pleading now. 

“Well, you’ll just have to sleep in dirty sheets then, won’t you?” You say, muttering a sardonic little, “Twat,” under your breath as you finally walk away. 

Predictably, Silco is in a massive sulk for a ridiculous amount of time after that.

He doesn’t even stop when you finally offer to help him change his bed sheets, watching him messily tucking the corners of the bed sheets under his threadbare mattress in silence, until you bat his hands away and show him how to do it properly (honestly, the boy is useless without you). 

By the end of the week, you decide that you just don’t understand him and probably never will. (It still doesn’t stop you from thinking about him every second of every day, though.)

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PART 3

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 <<𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛>>, 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚌𝚘, 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 <<𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛>> 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑.

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The faint, familiar sound of a certain song echoed throughout The Last Drop, the stillness of the room having shifted into a more light-hearted one with the music that was now playing.

There was a small laugh from Vander, who had been cleaning up the bar, a small shake of his head once he had realised what song was playing, again. Silco didn't have much of a reaction, apart from the subtle uplift of his lips, however, it had mostly been hidden from the fact that he was looking down at his notebook. Whereas, you had become so fond of the song that you couldn't help but leisurely swing your head side to side.

The blue haired woman was standing over at the jukebox, freely swaying her body in tune with the music. Her movements were both carefree and (almost) elegant, it could've looked like Felicia was attempting to replicate more of the sophisticated dancing in Topside, but the three of you knew she was just going with whatever she came up with in the moment.

A soft hum alongside the music blended in soon enough, Silco's eyes glancing up and over at you, who was mindlessly nodding your head along to the music - lost in your own world, no doubt.

A doting smile pulled on the man's lips, Vander noticing from his place behind the bar, as he looked over at your relaxed figure. He couldn't help it, he swore, you looked so untroubled in that mind, like the place the four of you called home wasn't such a shit-hole, like there was actually good in this hell.

The way your eyes sometimes shut when you got to a certain part in the song, or when you messed up your whole body would still until you could continue and get it right, that was when his heart was flutter in his chest.

The moment didn't last long, however, he heard the faint, amused breath from Vander, which quickly caused Silco to shake his head and keep his gaze down at his notebook in front of him, shaking his pen in his hand as if he was thinking about what he was writing.

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The Water's Cold Embrace Masterlist

Summary: You were born for a reason unknown to you. A reason Janna thinks is important. A reason you couldn't care less about. All you care about is surviving and causing as much chaos to the uppity people of Piltover as you can. You want to see it all burn down as you laugh in their faces and on a night you are causing such mischievous chaos, you run into a Silco who, though more calculating, is just like you.

Content: Female reader x Silco, pre-Arcane season 1, will go into season 1 but much later, young Silco, Vander, Sevika, Felicia, Connol, & baby Viktor, Vi, Powder, Viktor's parents, canon typical descriptions of violence & death, reader has water manipulation powers, sex (further warning in individual part), drugs, smoking, revolution, unrequited love...or is it???, friends to lovers, slow burn, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia/Connol)

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Setlist: (Full Playlist)

Blood//Water

Love and War

Living in the Shadows

Snakes

Mermaids

The Angry River

Start a War

The Water's Cold Embrace:

Prologue:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 1: The Winds of the Undercity {1.2K}

Act 1:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 2: Turkey and Cheese {2.7K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 3: Sack of Potatoes {2.9K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 4: Just a Bedtime Story {3.7K}

Act 2:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 5: Don't Jinx It {4.5K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 6: Bit of Friendly Banter {4.1K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 7: The Water's Embrace {5.9K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 8: Head On {7.6K}

Act 3:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 9: Like Seahorses Do {8.9K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 10: No Gratitude Needed {3.9K}

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 11: The Siren of the Undercity -COMING SOON

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 12: -COMING SOON

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 13: -COMING SOON

Act 4:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 14: Wailing Sea Witch -COMING SOON

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 15: -COMING SOON

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 16: -COMING SOON

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 17: -COMING SOON

Epilogue:

ᥫ᭡ Chapter 18: The Waters of Zuan -COMING SOON

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[nephertiri]

Gloves☆

A small pile of dwindling documents starts to leave your desk, clearing up the clutter from invoices and inventory stocks from todays shipments. It's been at least four hours of back to back couriers from different distributors throughout the undercity; shimmer, metals, minerals, fabrics, even food.

After zoning back into your scrawling, you hear the burst of doors behind you, the courier of a glass company almost sprinting through the doors and bounding down the stairs, the speed of his hasty movements causes a disruption of free flying papers from your organized desk. With a sigh, you stand and collect the trail of paperwork, facing them all the correct way when you see the distinct writing of Silco on a parchment. His signature red pen outlining a section of contract that was for the company said courier represents, you wonder a moment why the sudden departure but realize you better keep to your own work.

Heading back for your desk, you see Silco's office door open and walk to go close it, a simple gesture that usually gave you a moment to steal a glance at your respectively handsome boss. A subtle glow from the green window giving an overcast to the already ominous atmosphere, a heavy ambience of frustration and vexation highlighted by the normal emerald green is now turned sickly with ire.

Quietly closing the door, a hinge creak alerts Silco to look up, observing you in his doorway, a lithe finger crooks and beckons you inside for a private conversation. Following suit, you shut the door behind you, stepping to the front of his desk as he finishes his reading. Head raising to you, he spots the papers under your arm.

"All from today?" A tired inquiry leaves his mouth prompting a nod of your head in response as you hand him the small stack. After reviewing the work completed from you, he rises to his feet.

"It seems I have some more business to attend if these reports are correct." His voice laced with annoyance, looking to see which one he was referring to, you spot the Shimmer inventory opened on his desk.

"Would you like me to call for Sevika?" The words trail off when you see him pull out his beautiful leather gloves he keeps stashed in the top drawer, those same ones you had brought to the dry cleaners after his last outing where they gained some specks of dried blood from an unruly client.

"No, I only need a scribe."

Holding out the maroon gloves, you take them from his grip as he raises his hand with fingers slightly parted, indicating his readiness. With a small swallow, you take his glove and slowly slide it from his fingertips down to his palm, breathing lightly as if to not disturb the intimacy being shared between you and the man requesting to be outfitted. Not realizing your eyes fell half lidded, you meet your full gaze to Silco's, his expression hard as usual but with a furrow to his brow.

"Need anything else sir?" Quickly bringing your hands to your sides, unaware the lingering proximity they were just residing.

"No, is there something you need?" An emphasis on you as though it was a demand, not a question.

"I'm not sure what you mean, sir." Averting your eyes from his, you hide your reddening cheeks as best you can.

"Of course not." Retorting as he holds up his other hand. As efficiently as you can muster, you slide the glove over his mix of calloused and smooth skin, years of field work attempted to be sloughed off with self care left an uneven canvas of flesh, but it was comfortable to brush against with the palms of your hands regardless as the glove reaches his wrist. As you start to retreat your hands, he grabs one with gloved fingers, a light but firm clutch.

"Should you need something, I am always one for reciprocation."

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Overjoyed

The first thing you hear in the morning is (AU) Silco's sweet singing

S2EP7 AU Silco x gn!reader

Rating: General

Reading Time Length: ↓ 10 mins

Another morning, you wake up in his bed. The desaturated shine of the sun slips through the tinted window of his quarters, the covers rustling slightly as you slowly gain full awareness of your surroundings. That's when your ears start to process the recognizable low, soft humming and the melodic sounds of the radio-gramophone from the other side of the room.

"♪ …Don't they know it's the end of the world? ♪"

You rub your eyes until they're clear enough to see the imperfectly handsome man beside the bed. There he was, softly smiling and singing. It's a rare sight that only the people in his inner circle are allowed to see, seeing Silco in some simple shorts and a plain shirt, far from the fashionable vest and tailored trousers that he often presents to the world.

You decide to slowly get up to stretch and sing along.

"♪ I wake up in the morning and- mmh!"

You moan slightly as he greets you with a passionate kiss.

"Hello there…"

He says as if his lips weren't connected to yours just a few seconds ago.

"Hey…"

You utter softly, staring at the man in front of you with the never-ending love that's always been overflowing inside of you.

He adjusts his position, scooping you up in his lean arms. You can't help but giggle a bit as he peppers your smaller face with a few quick kisses. When he releases you, you take the chance to give him a taste of his own sweet medicine.

"Heh, my turn!"

You softly push him down the bed, your lips touching almost every part of his scarred yet charming face.

"Oh, oh my… I'm being attacked by this exquisite, little thing!"

He says in a fake alarmed tone as if he's helpless under your touch. This leads you to giggle even more.

Once you're content with your relentless kissing, you start to let the weight of your softer form settle on the hard planes of his body. The moment passes, replaced by a calmer atmosphere. The song from the radio-gramophone has ended, turning the room into a quiet and serene space.

"So… d'you have a lot of stuff to do today?"

You inquire, hoping for a pleasing answer and waiting for an honest one simultaneously.

"I'm afraid so, my love. There have been a few more issues emerging with our deliveries and shipments as of late… I apologize in advance for not having enough time to spend with you."

Silco's tone is tinged with bittersweetness, definitely saddened as he's torn between his duties and the simple pleasure of having your company.

"Mhmm… it's okay, I understand…"

You begin to bury your face in his chest and give him the sweetest embrace to express how much you adore him.

He stares up at the ceiling, his nimble fingers running through your hair. Knowing that he would have to get ready for the day in only a few minutes, to leave you alone once more and bury his mind once again in the unrelentingly taxing tasks that demand his time. It's unfair, really… but there's no use in complaining about certain things in life.

"What about you, love? What will you be doing later today…?"

"Ahmm… I'll be probably hanging out with Pow today 'cause she said she wanted to check out this new art shop near the Fissures. I think she's planning to get something for her boyfriend… it's honestly so cute."

You say with a soft smile and a light tone.

"Near the Fissures…? Is the shop named 'Hearts & Crafts'?"

Silco asks in a tone as if he's connected some dots together.

You lift your head up and look at him as your brows knit together in slight surprise.

"Y-yeah… how'd you know?"

"That's where today's shipment will be heading to. The one that I'll have to be supervising."

He stares into your eyes, his neutral expression giving way to a more pleased one.

"Well, well… it seems we've found a loophole in the predicaments that pull us apart."

The words are accompanied by a charming smirk and a raised brow.

"Pfft, there you go again, enchanting me with your, uh… vast knowledge of Merriam-Webster's words…!"

You lightly mock him as you try to copy his way of speaking. This pulls out a sharp laugh from him.

"Oh, so shall I continue exposing you to my outstanding lexicon?"

His expression now joined by a forming half grin.

You try to hold back the giggles making their way up your throat.

"Hmmm… mhmm…!"

"Mhm, hm?"

"Mhmm-"

As your shared humming went on, the giggles finally found their way out.

He pulled you closer until you're fully face-to-face as you giggled. Silco's touch was loving, his good eye, as well as the prosthetic one twinkling with sunshine and happiness. Seeing your joyful face caused something within him flicker, perhaps it was contentment or whichever other emotion…

One thing's for certain, Silco is absolutely in love. It's unfamiliar but not an unwelcome feeling, a feeling he would much more gladly let himself drown in. You've changed him so much, and he's endlessly grateful for having you in his life, having someone who loves him in the way he never thought he needed to be loved before.

"I so love you, my dear…"

The words give you pause, your giggles die down and give way to a sweet yet calm smile.

"I love you too, Silco. Mmmwah!!!"

You immediately give him a chaste kiss on the lips, leaving the both of you overjoyed and overloved in each other's arms…

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