This is the first piece for a little writing challenge I make with some authors friends. I’m going to post these a little irregularly, but there are going to be some seasonal fics ☺️🥰.
Thanks go out to @silcoitus, @beardedladyqueen, @fantadym for beta reading and giving me tips. You’re the best 😘🥹 *smooches*
[Silco x OC] [Silco x female character] [fall season in the Undercity] [fluffy Silco]
TW: [Seasonal depression] [loneliness]
“When you’re near me…” - One shot
Fall is always a gloomy time in the Undercity. The suntime in Piltover is short and barely even reaches the depth of the Undercity.
This time of year does something with Silco. It makes him grumpy, quick to anger and over all distracted. In some years, a seasonal depression hits him during this time and the already gloomy atmosphere around him becomes an even darker shadow over him.
Even Jinx notices the pain in his eyes, but knows she can’t do anything to help him or better his mood.
He barely sleeps on those nights, always turning and tossing from side to side - reliving the dreadful day that Vander disfigured his face and changed his life forever.
But there is hope in this darkness.
You.
You have been with him since he was a young man in the rebellion. You cared for him when he came home - soaked in blood and toxic river water. You gave him a home in your heart when he had nothing.
He was not a man of many words that time, but your presence soothed his heart and soul… back then… and still to this day. During his seasonal depression, he needed you near him to actually get to sleep peacefully and sometimes, when the door to his office is locked shut, he needed your affection and affirmations during the daytime. Sometimes, you had wild sex and others, you just quietly sat in his lap with his arms around you and his head resting on your scalp.
But now… now you’re gone… for a while now. Away from him in order to do important contracts for him in Piltover.
Everyday you’re not with him is like physical torture for him. He needs you in these times more than anything…
Lost in the dark abyss of his own great mind, he sits at his desk bent over papers in an attempt to find a way to get back to work and into a rhythm.
Suddenly, there's a commotion outside his office door and just a moment later Jinx bursts in - her whole face is a firework of emotions. “MOMMY’S BACK!!!! MOMMY'S BACK!!”
Then, a little female chuckle as his beautiful woman ascends the stairs to his office. His face lights up a bit and he rises from his chair to meet her halfway.
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You immediately notice the dark circles on your longtime boyfriend's face and you know what pain he is in.
His arms wind around you - pressing your body against his and nuzzling his head against your neck. A relieved hum leaves his chest.
One of your hands crawls into his hair, massaging his scalp, while your other strokes his back up and down.
“It’s one of those years, huh…” you note and he nods in your embrace.
“This time without you… it was painful. I’m very glad you’re back - within my reach,” he says and you can feel how his body slowly slouches against you - the insomnia of the past two weeks catching up with him.
“Then get on the couch, dearest. I'll be back very soon. I’ll get something to get your mood steady." You start walking out the door. Your head is already buzzing with the things you want to prepare for Silco and Jinx when you feel a desperate grip on your arm.
“Don’t go again…” Silco's voice is gentle but firm in your ear. You feel the hurt in his voice and it breaks you.
Your other hand wanders over his and presses it softly. Your mind is racing now on what best to do. You know he hasn’t eaten in the days you were away, so you need to feed him somehow. Then you get the idea:
“Then come with me…” you smile over your shoulder “… I bet you and Jinx are starving - so let’s prepare ourselves some yummy food.”
You take Silco's hand and he follows you willingly into your personal kitchen. You let go off his hand and walk over to the fridge, eagerly searching your mind for a suitable recipe and the fridge for the ingredients. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Silco standing in the place you left him as he looks absently at the floor. You take all the ingredients out and unfortunately overload your arms.
“Could you… would you mind helping me, dearest?” you say in an attempt to get his attention.
He immediately looks up and sprints to you , getting most of the things off you and onto the table in the middle of the kitchen.
Once everything is on the table, you pull him close into a kiss, your arms winding around his neck. Both of you indulge in this kiss for a rather long time.
When both of you couldn’t breathe anymore, you keep your arms crossed around his neck and lean your head to him.
“Come on now, let’s get my two favorite Halloween monsters fed. I thought of pumpkin cream soup and some jack-o-lantern muffins - to fit the seasonal food schedule. Is that fine for you?” You smile and he spins you around till your back is bent over the table.
“Oh I’d love that - need a hand, my little bat?” He finally has his signature smile back.
“Oh - love to, my dear vampire.”
“Then maybe I suck you dry after this cooking session and after dinner…”
“Woe me… I might need to take my time with dinner then to make it extra tasty.”
“Like you could create something that’s not tasty.”
And so you start preparing the meal for all three of you with Silco's help. Together, you cut the vegetables into small pieces. Midway, Silco gets rid of his vest and rolls up his sleeves. When his hands are not occupied cutting or stirring - they are constantly on you instead. His lips would graze your neck and he’d make little hums of pleasure.
This continues until the meal is prepared. You call for Jinx and the three of you have a great dinner together. The little Jinx enjoys the Jack-O-Lantern muffins the most, making cheerful noises when she finishes one and asks for the next.
Silco enjoys the soup most, together with a nice glass of whiskey.
After that, Jinx storms off again to work on a new invention, which leaves the cleaning to Silco and you.
“It was lovely, dearest. Your cooking never disappoints,” Silco states while drying the last bowls.
You smile, satisfied with his answer.
“Feeling better now?”
“The only thing that would round this lovely evening up, would be you and me and the comfort of our bed, behind closed doors...” his hands are on your hips again and he nibbles on your neck.
