I imagine that walking with Silco is one of the most consistent ways you enjoy each other's company.
I imagine that before every stroll, you both take the time to dress for the weather and chat about where you want to go, whether it's too windy for the seaside or too hot for the city, but you often end up going wherever the mood takes you.
I imagine that you're both quiet as you walk, but sometimes one of you will ask a question about the other's perspective on a big topic, or will bring up something that they've been putting off discussing, with the mundane worries of everyday life on pause for a while. Neither of you will worry about grocery lists or overdue paperwork on this walk. Instead, you take the time to enjoy the fresh air and the vastness of the world.
I imagine that if one of you sees something nice, they tell the other about it so you can both enjoy it. A bird's nest, a budding flower, the way the sun hits the branch of a tree.
I imagine that Silco would sometimes put a hand on your back to guide you whenever you have to cross a road or go through a sketchy part of town.
I imagine that he would bring an extra pair of gloves in case your hands get cold, and that he would hold your hand when you start looking tired or upset.
I imagine that when you get home, changing into more comfortable clothes, you both lie down for a while and either nap or talk. Talk about what you saw, talk about memories, talk about each other.
I imagine that these days are the happiest days for you two, and they always end with a good long sleep and a sense of peace.
Ughhhh just. The idea of Silco being gentle. Playing with your hair. Stroking your back. Speaking to you softly when you wake up. Carrying you to bed. Giving little forehead kisses. Holding you gently whenever he gets the chance. The way he'd furrow his brow when he's worried. The way he'd never raise his voice at you. Ufhhhhhhh I need.
I imagine that Silco would always go to bed after you and get up before you, until he's fully comfortable with you, then suddenly neither of you are staying up past midnight or getting up before 9 a.m. because he is so very comfy. And if you try to tell him that he needs to get ready for work he'll mumble that he's basically the prime minister of Zaun and the world can wait etc, in short no you are not getting up he's too sleepy and you're too warm.
Okay so the title's kinda inaccurate cause there IS a section for same height partners. BUT STILL
Synopsis: Silco with a shorter partner, same height partner, or taller partner. Just silly headcanons really. Reader can be anyone, no warnings apply. There are brief mentions of arguments but they're all silly parts so they're not really triggering but I thought I'd mention it.
Silco: his canon height is somewhere between 5'8"-5'9" (~170-175 cm) I think but if you want to imagine him as a certain height for the sake of dynamics I won't stop you. Doting, loving, sometimes teasing. Italicised sections represent his thoughts/speech. I do my best to write him well but idk what I'm doing lol. He's a bit different in every section (protective and doting with shorter partner, dynamic and teasing with same height partner, submissive and needy with taller partner). No specified sexuality or gender for Silco he's just living. Also I'm gonna start saying this for more posts: if you ever read a part and think "but I wouldn't like/want that," know that Silco would never force you to do anything so just imagine that you told him not to do that and he went okay that's fine :) In this house Silco understands and respects consent!!
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With a shorter partner
- always got an arm around you. Casual, intimate, lighthearted, whatever, he likes showing you that he's there, that he supports you, thay you aren't alone. And he generally enjoys giving you affection.
- he loves picking you up. The first time he did, it was just because you were being stubborn about something, but after that it became a habit (it makes him feel strong :3)
- always kissing the top of your head. Sometimes it's completely absentminded, sometimes it's sensual, supportive, comforting, teasing, etc. He does it once when you're arguing and afterwards you both pause until he admits that was. not a conscious action. Which very quickly lightens the mood because he seems so genuinely flustered (pushing my cutie patottoie Silco agenda on you).
- he lets you steal his clothes and finds great joy in seeing you wear them, especially if they're really oversized on you. He loves it when you look cosy and comfy.
- he loves holding you. Hugs from behind are a constant thing with him. Arms around your shoulders, chin on your head, little kisses to your hair, so much sweet affection you could die. (Also hugs from behind often show that you have someone's back which I find adorable)
- he'll pull you into his lap if you're close to him while he's working, without really pausing whatever he's saying or doing. (So, I need to focus on this shipment first- *yanks you onto his lap* because my piltover clients are more impatient and will get pissy if they wait too long-)
- he never makes you feel bad about your height, and if anyone tries to put you down because of your size, he will very quickly make them regret it (if you don't beat him to it, that is)
- he teaches you some basic self defense if you don't know it already. Despite not fighting anymore, he still remembers how to protect himself, and he wants you to be safe, because unfortunately, the undercity often views those of smaller stature as easy targets. And yeah, he always makes sure you're guarded, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
With a same height partner
- ALWAYS STEALING YOUR FUCKIGN CLOTHES
- but in turn, you get to steal his clothes, so it evens out.
- when he goes shopping he tries to get outfits that would look good on you, too, since he knows he might be sharing them.
- he rage baits you about who's taller.
- we're the same height? Well, you're not the one who can reach the top shelf of the pantry, so. No I don't think arm length has anything to do with it, actually.
- he doesn't actually care about height he just finds it funny.
- takes every opportunity he can to steal a kiss because your lips are on par with his so literally how can he not.
- he loves that either of you can be held when you cuddle and it'll be perfectly comfortable and balanced.
- what I'm saying is he's a switch.
- also he likes the relative symmetry you guys have when you stand next to each other. You match his aura and he loves it.
- he likes that, in arguments, you're both at a relative same height so he doesn't have to worry about either of you feeling lesser, ignored, or intimidated by the other (that wouldn't happen anyways, but in this scenario he worries that it would).
With a taller partner
- he still steals your clothes but he doesn't wear them in public because they're. way too big on him.
- but he does look cute in oversized clothes so he likes wearing them when it's just you two. Your sweaters are his absolute favourite.
- he buries himself in your chest when he's overwhelmed. No one can ever know he does this though or he will start shooting hostages.
- loves being held by you so bad he'll practically beg you with his eyes to hold him. (Personification of the pleading emoji)
- the first time you pick him up he is audibly and visible shocked (he'd definitely squeak and blush) because he hasn't been picked up since Vander was in his life. But after that he's always trying to get you to carry him. (My legs are already so tired from all this walking... This would be much easier if I didn't need to walk. If only there was some kind of solution to this problem type shit.) (He is not as subtle as he thinks he is.)
- if you're sitting in his chair he'll just sit directly on your lap. He's like a cat. Oh, you're in my spot? No no, don't get up. You are my spot now. You are not allowed to move until I say so. I hope you're comfortable because I am not getting up.
- he's constantly trying to get you to kiss his forehead by tilting his head down ever so slightly and leaning forward and giving you big wet pleading eyes.
- you add to his scary aura and he loves it. Just having you stand behind him during meetings makes people scared because shit fuck this scrawny ass drug lord has a tall and scary partner that would literally kill for him, now we really can't try to hurt him or we're fucking cooked.
- he'll try to stand on something when you argue so he can be closer to your height, which is actually quite funny to watch. Like he'll be in the middle of telling you off as he steps onto his chair and almost falls off before you catch him, trying not to laugh while he scowls and steadies himself. Absolute wet cat of a man.
- always leaning against your side and trying to get you to wrap your arm around him because he's absolutely pathetic for you. Again no one can know he does this.
This one was really fun to write! I focused mostly on how Silco would help his partner with their insecurities, and how that would end up helping him with his own :)
Silco's speech is shown in red italicised text
Silco x reader with disordered eating and Silco x trans reader both seem relevant so I'm linking them here 💖
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- Silco is attracted to minds, not bodies. He loves your body because it's the one you live in, and he loves every part of you. That being said, he's a very attentive person, and if he notices that there's something you're insecure about, he makes a point to compliment it more.
- you don't like that feature? Well he thinks it's very charming. After all, you wouldn't be you without it, and it adds so much to your character.
- you don't like that you're chubby? He thinks it's a very pretty trait, for every part of you to be unapologetic in the shape and space it takes, the way you seem to melt in his hold.
- you don't like that you're skinny? Well, so is he, and he thinks it's a very elegant trait, to appear so delicate while holding strength in your bones.
- your height suits you perfectly, the way you wear your hair is divine, your stretch marks show your determination, your scars are like brushstrokes that paint your life story. No matter the problem, he has a full list of reasons that it only makes him love you more.
- Silco is also not the most self-loving person. He does what he can to be happy with his appearance by keeping his hair neat, wearing well-fitting clothes, keeping a good skincare routine. But when attention is drawn to his looks, he clams up with the reminder that he is always being perceived, and not always in the way he wants to be.
- he makes sure to treat you with the same consideration. If you're trying to find the best outfit, or if you're trying to get your hair or makeup just right, he makes sure to be honest with you while also considering how you want to look; the most important thing to him is that you are happy with the results.
- as much as he wishes reassurances and self acceptance were the only forces to worry about, there will outside input to set things awry. People are so quick to judge based on appearance, and though Silco's reputation often helps people hold their tongues, there's bound to be some that are too dense or too arrogant to pay any mind to the misfortune their words may invite into their lives.
- whenever someone comments on your physicalities, he's quick to shut them down, and he does his best to ease any of your insecurities that may have been pulled up by the remarks. He reminds you that no opinion matters as much as your own and assures you that he still loves that feature, all with a hand on your back to keep you grounded.
- he does the same for himself whenever someone may comment on his appearance; it would be hypocritical and counterproductive not to, he says. His disregard and mockery for the passing comments of strangers also helps lighten the mood; making fun of obnoxious people behind their backs has always been a hobby of Silco's, and he is very good at it.
- he likes to buy clothes that compliment your natural colours and features to help enhance your self image. He hopes that, if he gives you the right frame, you might learn to love the picture. He does extensive research on fashion, what garments fit which bodies, which colours go well together, and spends hours sorting through clothes and asking employees for advice so that he knows he's getting you the perfect outfit.
- you don't have to wear it out if you don't want to, he assures you, I just want to help you see yourself in the same light that I do, with love and admiration. He worries as though he isn't excellent at buying you gifts; at least one of the things he brought you is bound to be used in future outfits.
- his charming and personal compliments help you both with your insecurities, especially the ones you share, and you both help each other learn to love yourselves over time.
I've been thinking of this one for a while and I neeeeeed to write it
Synopsis: fluffy bullshit, gender neutral pronouns for reader, includes the start, middle, and conclusion of his crush. Miscommunication with a good ending.
Silco: SIMP. He/him, demiromantic in this but otherwise no specific sexuality or gender, italicised sections represent his thoughts/speech. Also, some may remember that I headcanon Silco as autistic, and this is very prevalent here in the way he reacts to feelings and in the way he communicates.
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Early stages
- Silco has to know you for quite a while before starting to like you at all, let alone get a crush on you.
- but then, one night, you and him are talking in his office and you have a bit too much to drink and your conversations become a bit more personal than he normally would allow.
- as you talk about your dreams, your past, your insecurities, everything that makes you you, he feels something weird. Something that he almost forgot about.
- his heart feels warm. His head feels fuzzy. He knows it isn't the alcohol that's making him this way, it's something else, something that feels untamed and sweet.
- they look so lovely in green lighting... And their voice is so soft from the alcohol, and their lips...
- no. Absolutely not, this is not happening, nononononononono, stop it stop it stop it stop it—
- he turns in early that night, leaving you with a cold goodbye that tells you absolutely nothing.
- but as he's trying to sleep, he keeps thinking of you. He feels so guilty for leaving you there, and he wishes he could've stayed with you for just a bit longer...
Miscommunication
- despite his attempted avoidance, you and him keep bumping into each other. He tries to be composed and cordial, but he just comes off as dismissive.
- because of this, you start to think that he dislikes you, which leads to you avoiding him, which leads to him thinking you don't like him, which leads to him avoiding you more, and so on and so forth.
- but again, you keep. running. into each other.
- no matter what you do, you still have to be in proximity with each other, and it's incredibly awkward. Until one day you're both alone together, and Silco finally breaks the ice.
Communication
- did I do something to make you dislike me?
- this is the moment that you both realise you have greatly misinterpreted each other. You look at him in confusion, and he gives you the same look, and you realise oh, shit. We've been avoiding each other for no reason.
- which leads to some very awkward floundering between you two until you explain your part. Since after you opened up to him he started avoiding you, you assumed you had made him uncomfortable and tried to give him space to avoid putting him in any more awkward situations.
- now he's expected to explain his part, yet feels way too risky to explain in full truth, so he goes for half truth.
- I'm not used to people opening up to me like you did that night, and so I wasn't sure how to go about our relationship after our conversation. I never intended to give the impression that I dislike you; I actually really enjoy spending time with you. And, if it's plausible for you, I'd like to spend more time with you.
- you both snap back to reality through his words, and a sort of understanding is formed between you both.
- it's easy to talk to each other, you've sorted out the miscommunication, and as Silco gives you more and more privileges that few others in his life have, you realise that he considers you a true friend.
- if only that was all it was.
Flirting
- let's make one thing clear: Silco is only a good flirt when he doesn't actually have a crush on someone, and he has the fattest crush on you.
- in short: he's terrible at flirting with you.
- you come to The Last Drop one day and the bartender says all your drinks are free from now on, Silco's orders. But they also say he wanted to emphasise it's because you and him are close friends, which is a weird thing to emphasise, you think.
- one day, it starts raining when you're both on a walk together, and instead of giving you his umbrella, he closes it and puts it away so you're not the only one getting soaked. Which, sure, is kind of sweet in theory, but also a very illogical thing to do; very out of character for him.
- whenever he thinks you look nice, instead of saying so, he stares for a few moments and then doesn't look at you again for the rest of the time you're together.
- when you make a joke, he doesn't laugh, but he tells you why he thinks it's funny and that he got the punchline. This is kind of sweet, because it shows more care for your words, but the fact that he doesn't even laugh is unnerving.
- he gives you money when he thinks you need it, but he does so wordlessly. Like he just shoves it at you and calls it done, which is eventually a familiar transaction for you. The familiarity makes you forget, for a time, how weird it is for him to be so quiet about it.
- basically he loses all his charisma when he likes someone. So you get to experience his completely unmasked autistic version of flirting.
Actually asking you out
- once it becomes routine for you to make yourself at home in his office whenever you want, he starts to get a bit better at showing his affection. Marginally. It's probably because the routine and familiar space comfort him, but whatever the case, you're not complaining.
- when you visit his office and he happens to be there, he'll offer you food and drink, chat with you while he works, stuff like that. It's a nice chill time.
- it's one of these days where he's just starting his routine, asking someone to bring him something for breakfast, and you enter his office. He orders breakfast for you too and invites you to sit.
- you two have known each other for at least a couple years now. He's grown more comfortable with you, though he hardly shows it. He shies away from touch, barely speaks in your conversations, and doesn't express his emotions much.
- you figured this was just because he was shy, but you have an aching feeling that he's hiding something. Maybe he isn't comfortable around you, maybe you overstepped, or maybe he really is just a disconnected person in general.
- too anxious to ignore your fears, you ask him about this over breakfast, why he doesn't open up to you easily. He pauses for a moment, picks at the eggs on his plate with a fork, and you notice that he's gotten tense.
- maybe something happened in the past that made him unwilling to open up, you think, or maybe he's shy with everyone. Wanting to respect this, you assure him that he can always talk to you, but it's okay if he doesn't want to.
- then he treads into a conversation that he's never even touched before.
- how do you know if you love someone, romantically?
- at your startled expression, he explains that he's only ever had two real crushes in his life, each several years apart. One when he was a young adult, and one that only showed up recently. Within the past couple of years, he says.
- but how do I know for certain that it's really love? Maybe I'm just desperate for kindness and affection, and being shown that has made me convince myself that there's something more. How am I meant to figure this out alone?
- your stomach starts flipping for a reason unknown by you, a mix of jealousy for whoever he might be in love with and excitement that he's talking to you about this. He's never opened up like this before, and you're not quite sure how to react.
- you start by telling him that he doesn't have to figure it out alone, that you're there for him if he needs you.
- he explains further. The warm feeling he gets around them, the way they always look beautiful to him, the way everything they say catches his attention.
- the jealousy starts to make you sick, but you tell yourself that supporting your friend is more important. You ask who it is, to which he quickly shuts down.
- oh, you realise. It's me.
- both of you have finished your breakfasts, had your plates cleared, and talked for over an hour before you manage to get a confession out of him.
- and holy shit. The feeling that follows is like no other.
- you hug him tight, confess your feelings in turn, and you instantly feel his entire body relax into you. He holds you like a lifeline, head buried in your shoulder as he apologises for keeping his feelings a secret for so long.
Dating!
- he becomes better at flirting, thankfully.
- he's absolutely infatuated with you.
- he very proudly introduces you to people as his parter.
- he has no problem PDA, no care for how your relationship might affect his reputation, and no shame in being pathetic for you.
- he opens up to you more as he becomes truly comfortable.
- he's much less awkward about giving you money and gifts.
- most of all, he gets better at communication and does his best to never go to bed angry with you.
- he always emphasises his love and gratitude for you, and both of you know that you will never fall out of love, because this connection you've created is eternal.
