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corviidaze · 3 months
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tfw i havent painted since the last post i made here, hope yall enjoy
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ospreyadderart · 3 months
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Osprey and Silco really were happy together until they fell apart.
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designfailure56 · 10 months
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A lovely commission I got to do for @juniper-sunny ‘s Silco x Oc Iris, based off of Frederic William Burton’s “Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs” 
I’m super into Silo wearing armor, this needs to happen more.
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missnobody64 · 5 months
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Self indulgent art bc I was feeling like ass
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theiauwu · 11 months
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Can you do head canons for Silco and Viktor with a super anxious partner?
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Pairing: Silco x Gender Neutral! Reader, Viktor x Gender Neutral! Reader
Word Count: 289; 300
Genre: fluff, headcanon
Yes I can! Hope you like what I’ve written and I hope you all request for more Silco & Viktor content if you enjoy my writing style!
Content Warning: anxiety
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Silco:
I feel like the man would incredibly patient and understanding with someone anxious. Have you seen the way he handles Jinx when she was stabbing his repeatedly in the face with his eye needle thingy?
So reassuring.
Feeling restless and questioning your every action? He senses it as soon as it happens and is quick to provide the comfort you need to overcome it. Everything else can wait.
Depending on where the two are, his actions differ.
If you are in private, he’ll look at you in your eyes with his mismatched ones and tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are. And that you shouldn’t care about what others think. He’d say those words so softly yet with so much conviction, you find yourself believing it.                     
“And if they have any sense of survival, they’ll keep their words to themselves.”
It wouldn’t be him without a quick threat to whatever is causing you such distress.
In public, he’d be more subtle in his actions. He would take your hand in his under the table and rub the back of it with his thumb. Very subtle in his actions but the comfort it there.
Also it wouldn’t hurt to flash a stern glare in the direction of the cause of your anxiety, especially if it’s a person. Would wave for someone to get rid of it if it’s an object and the same goes for the person if the time calls for it.
“Get it out of my sight.”
Wants you to know that you have nothing to be anxious about.
Loves you as you are and he wouldn’t change anything for the world.
“My lovely, you are perfect the way you are, everyone else be damned.”
Viktor:
He is a man of science. Of logic.
So trust me when I say he is not lying when he says you shouldn’t be anxious. Would say it in a way that sounds factual, as if it’s a math formula he’s written hundreds of times on paper.
He is patient as he listens to your concern and he understands it theoretically but is unable to truly understand what you have to be anxious of because he doesn’t see it.
You are perfect in his eyes.
Though he does his best to comfort you despite it.
He will cup your face in his non occupied hand and make you look at him as he whispers words of comfort to you.
“What others think of you shouldn’t matter my dear. If you aren’t harming anyone then why should they care?”
He is a problem solver at heart so when he is made aware of your anxiety, the first thing he does *after making sure you’re okay* is to head to the library and do all the research he can to help you overcome it.
He is slower to detect your anxiety cause the man is not the best at noticing things like this but he learns fast to make up for it.
In the comforts of your home, he’d sit you down and have you tell him about the source of your anxiety and he will debunk it without ever being dismissing of your anxiety.
In public, if he detects your anxiety flaring up, he’d come up to your side and hold your hand tightly in his. Letting you know that he’s there and will support you in any way you need him to.
“I’m here love, if you need anything don’t hesitate to let me know. I am here for you.”
If he’s feeling quirky, might suggest running away.
“If you want to, may I suggest allowing me to whisk you away?”
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ink-and-dagger · 1 year
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Happy Valentine’s Silco, Sweetie ♥️ 🥃
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Silco x fem!reader || Silco x Astrid || Lingerie || semi-NSFW || MDNI || 2k
Lingerie and rose petals was the winning option in Astrid’s poll. So that’s exactly what we’re serving. Drink up simps. Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day 💜🥃
Read on AO3
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iseutz · 1 year
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Rat boi so in love for @ilikemymendarkandfictional
Request your blorbos on Ko-fi Buy a print on Inprnt
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I wanted to write a scene about silco + a piltover ballroom + uh… a fancy dinner I guess? For sooo long, so take this quick sketch
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mudd-art · 3 months
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2023 secret santa for @fantadym !! I had to draw your 'sona!
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silcosentropy · 1 year
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Finally posting the full version of my piece for the Silco Calendar 2023
I was guided by a wonderful ficlet by @zkyfall and our entry is for the month of July.
Download the calendar for free! It features some amazing artists and writers and lots of SilcoxOC content
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kikiiswashere · 1 month
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Children of Zaun - Chapter 21
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Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC
Rating: Explicit
Story Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, smut
Chapter Summary: Katya teaches Silco the crawl. When they go their separate ways for the evening, each wishes they hadn't.
Special Note: Many, many thanks to @sand-sea-and-fable for being my swim expert and beta-ing that part of this chapter ❤️
Chapter CW: Masturbation and sex dreams, MDNI
Previous Chapter
Word Count: 8K
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“Ya don’ think it sounds too threatening?” Vander asked, eyes glossing over the note again.
We are the Children of Zaun
Consider the coin the beginning of your reparations
We are the Children of Zaun
We are The Storm’s Fury
And we demand freedom.
“Sure makes a statement, doesn’ it?” Benzo said, glancing over his friend’s shoulder. He didn’t seem convinced either.
Silco stared at them from across Vander’s kitchen table, his fists gripping the back of a chair, cigarette dangling from his sneering lips.
“We are not going to ask nicely for our freedom. We are not going to ask for it at all.”
“’M not sayin’ we gotta go in with ‘pretty pleases’ n’ the like,” Vander sighed, setting the paper down. “’M just sayin’ is it wise to be so aggressive off the mark?”
“They are not going to believe that the airship crash was an accident. They are going to come at us with their teeth. They need to know we have our own,” Silco retorted. “That we won’t be pushed around any longer.”
His eyes went to the clock on the wall, and he pushed off the chair. Plucking the cigarette from his mouth, he crushed it into the ashtray at the table’s center.
“You goin’ somewhere?” Vander asked, eying the sudden movement.
“Kat wants to show me something. I’m supposed to go meet her.”
“Showin’ ya? What’s she showin’ ya?”
Silco averted his gaze as he said, “She’s going to teach me a few swimming strokes.”
Benzo guffawed. “Where? It’s bloody cold out.”
“Apparently there are some hot springs near those lagoons that kids like to play at. The ones between Zaun and Topside,” Silco explained blandly, going to gather his bag by the door. Katya had instructed him to pack a towel and dry change of clothes. “Besides, I need to give her the coin.”
At the top of their meeting, Silco had proposed the Children spare a negligible percentage of their recent treasure to Katya, so she could afford Viktor’s higher tuition rate for the upcoming semester. Vander and Benzo had agreed without a second thought.
Brothers and Sisters looked out for each other after all.
They all knew this would not be a long-term solution; and they all privately hoped that by the next time Viktor’s tuition fee came around, that their cause was far enough along that Piltover was agreeing to fully foot the bill.
Vander frowned. “Sil, I think we need to talk about this message some more. What if Piltover comes down hard on us?”
Silco slung his bag across his back, a hand patting protectively at the pocket that held the sack of gold.
“When have they ever come down easy on us? The only thing that will change is that they will now know there is a concentrated effort on getting their bootheels off us. Send the message.”
With that, he slipped out of the room. Benzo sighed and sat heavily next to Vander.
“What a fuckin’ prick.”
“He’s not wrong, I suppose,” Vander murmured, looking at the message. “No matter how we word it, Topside’ll still come after us. Best they know we’ll meet ‘em head on.”
His eyes drifted back to where Silco had been, his stomach knotting.
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Silco stalked down the hall and through The Last Drop’s backdoor. He and Katya were meeting at the Bridgewaltz. The location was central enough, and made more sense than meeting at either of their homes.
When he arrived, it was mostly deserted. Which was to be expected in the early-afternoon; the Waltz did not burst to life until very late in the evening, Zaunites and Topsiders alike milling about the colorful streets taking in everything the Undercity had to offer: Crispy and well-spiced street food, boisterous musicians, and clever artisans with their unique wares.
But there was awhile before such nightly festivities began. Now, a few slow-moving, but dedicated, proprietors tended to the upkeep of their booths and stalls. A few Zaunites were hunched over tables or countertops, having fallen asleep the night before and had been deemed too troublesome to try and shoo away.
“Silco.”
He spun to see Katya strolling down a slim corridor of colorful awnings. She smiled brightly at him and adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. His lips quirked and heart pattered at the sight of her; relieved and happy. Despite her invitation, he had been concerned that what had happened in the airship – how yet another thing did not go to plan – would scare her away from the Children. From him. But it had not, and he found himself inordinately relieved.
She wore her usual long, too-big charcoal coat and her hair fell loose around her shoulders. As she passed under a string of chem-bulbs, he noticed a flash of rosy gold undertones to her locks. He felt compelled to reach out to run his fingers through the strands to find that hue again.
Instead, he tightened the grip he had on his own bag, and nodded at her in greeting.
“Are you ready?” she asked, skirting around a vendor’s table to him.
“I believe so,” he said, jostling his pack. “Lead the way.”
They walked together through the Bridgewaltz, the winding alleys and gangways of the Lanes, and a short section of the Promenade before heading toward the Oases. The sun gleamed on the Promenade stones and the pair squinted against it as they traveled. Despite the brightness, the chill in the air was persistent, a promise of the cold season arriving shortly. A few shops they passed were even beginning the process of decorating for Snowdown. Business owners had threaded ribbons of gold and silver over window boxes and door lintels. A few storefronts boasted colorful paper garlands and delicate, star-shaped string lights. A few shop owners they passed were swapping details and ideas of impending holiday sales.
Before long, Katya led them down a steep rickety staircase that ended abruptly. She had always assumed that the builder had gotten fed up with trying to navigate and place the iron posts and steps over the uneven and sandy rocks, and had just given up halfway down the embankment. It would be easier and faster to travel down to the small rivulets that would lead to the Oases with Silco than it was with Viktor. She had nearly forgotten how quickly the landscape could be traversed. They walked along the bank of the largest tributary, mindful of the runoff trickling down from the sewer outlets that peppered the stone walls that rose above them.
“How did you learn about these hot springs?”
Katya shrugged. “My parents always took me to them. I do not know how they discovered them.”
As they neared the larger lagoons of the Oases, the sounds of screeching and laughing children overtook the noise of the gently running water. The pair spied a gaggle of scrawny Undercity youths scampering along the banks of the largest lagoon. It was too cold to swim, but that did not stop the children from investigating the shoreline, or skipping rocks. Katya was certain she spied a couple of Sevika’s sisters, but made no mention of it.
“This way,” she said as they approached a fork in the small river.
She veered right and Silco followed. The sandstone pressed in, narrowing the chasm they traveled, until a cave mouth yawned open and Silco took in this little secret of Zaun. The cavern itself did not seem particularly deep; the sun was able to illuminate most of the rocks and steaming, turquoise pools within the cave’s maw.
“Does anyone ever come here?”
Katya shook her head. “I have never seen anyone else here.”
She leapt down from a rock and stepped into the warm cave, swinging her sack from around her shoulders and dumping it to the ground. Silco remained at the mouth of the cavern, eying the glistening pools within apprehensively.
“It will be difficult to learn how to swim on dry land.”
Silco started, and looked down to Katya. She lifted her thick eyebrows and grinned at him.
“I won’t let you drown,” she said. “I promise.”
Silco returned her smile and followed her into the cave.
It was balmy. The heat of the water swirling around them in clouds of steam. The air smelled of the tang of minerals and wet sand. Katya knelt down and opened her sack, pulling out a large, fraying towel. She sat on it and began unlacing her boots. Silco began doing the same. When she stood, he looked up at her in slight confusion, but the question died on his tongue as she began unbuttoning her pants.
She noticed his wide-eyes and uncharacteristically stupefied face, and explained, “It will be easier to learn without soaked through clothes. Just in our underthings. Is that alright?”
Silco nodded. “Yes, that’s fine.”
He casually looked away as she slid the trousers down her legs. He felt a warmth blooming inside him that had nothing to do with the springs. He began to follow suit, writing off the tremor in his fingers as a need for a cigarette. When she shed her shirt, leaving her only clad in underwear, a camisole, and a brassiere, he bit the inside of his lip. He kicked his trousers off and stood, and unclasped the hooks that held his shirt in place before peeling it from his back. He tossed it next to his bag and tried to stand as nonchalantly as he could, dressed only in his thin undershorts. His pale skin was turning pink, and he prayed that she thought it was only because of the cave’s warmth and humidity.
Katya began braiding her hair, and glanced him over once. Twice. And then at his head.
“Would you like a hair tie?”
Silco’s hands flew to his lanky hair and pet at it. He looked to the water, and then back to Katya. “Will one help?”
She shrugged. “It might. Hold on.”
She bent over to dig through her bag, and despite everything inside him begging him not to, he eyed the curve of her wide hips and swell of her ass. She rose again and handed him a small elastic band.
“Here.”
He mumbled a thank you and began pulling his hair back as Katya headed to the nearest spring. She delicately jumped in, the water rippling and gently splashing around her body. A soft, pleased groan blew from her lips as her muscles were wrapped in warmth. The pool only came up to her chest and she dipped beneath the surface, wetting her hair. As she came back up, she wiped her bangs from her eyes, and looked back to the edge of the pool. Where Silco stood, waiting for instructions.
She noticed his slender body in a way she hadn’t during that initial physical. Slightly broad shoulders and chest that tapered to a very narrow waist; his muscle sat tightly against his bones, the cut and shape of them becoming more apparent as sweat and moisture collected on his skin. He had very little body hair. A small, light smattering across the planes of his chest and a thin line that began beneath his navel and disappeared under the waistline of his shorts. Her gaze lifted back to his face, the angles of his cheekbones and nose more apparent now that his dark hair was swept back into a messy knot. Lean, elegant, and magnetic she thought.
Beautiful.
Katya nearly choked at the word as it flashed through her mind. She played it off and jerked her head back, beckoning him.
“Come on. Hop in. The water is far better than the Pilt.”
Silco toed the pool’s lip for a moment more before jumping in. He created a larger wake than Katya did, and she laughed at the small waves that splashed at her.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, stepping forward, cutting his sinewy arms through the water.
Wiping the water from her eyes, she chuckled, “It is fine. I’m already wet anyway.”
Silco gave her an apologetic grin as his feet and toes squeezed and gripped the uneven rock beneath them, feeling the slight slick of algae that grew there. There were nerves coiling his stomach. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself. In general. And not in front of her.
“What’s first?” he asked, infusing his tone with a confident, blasé bravado.
“Well, since you can already not drown,” she cheekily said, “I figured we would just focus on a more efficient technique.”
First, Katya took him through a few arm and shoulder warm ups, and mobility exercises: instructing him through shoulder rolls, chest and back stretches. She mimed the crawl stroke she was preparing to teach him by throwing her arms into the air in controlled, alternating sweeps. He did his best to copy her. And to not feel foolish.
“Keep your arm in its socket,” she told him, stepping over and gently adjusting his right shoulder down, away from his ear. “Use the muscles in your back, not your ligaments and tendons, to reach and pull.”
She touched the muscles in the center of his upper back and at his sides in direction. Silco adjusted his technique.
“The arm that is drawing back, bend its elbow more,” she added as he mimed the movement again. “It is called the crawl, yes? Imagine that you actually pulling yourself through something. Like this.”
She turned her back to him and did the stroke into the air, making a point to exaggerate pulling back through her elbows. He watched the slight rotation of her wrists and hands as she went, as if she were pushing material out of the way. He watched the way her back muscles moved. How the band of her brassiere strained under her camisole.
Katya turned to face him again, and gestured for him to try. He obliged and she nodded at his technique. She then explained the breathing pattern for the crawl: to turn his head in the same direction the arm sweeping back.
“Both sides?”
“Typically, yes. But you may find it easier to just turn your head to your dominant side for now. You’ll get a feel for it once you start swimming. You use your left hand, yes?”
Something pleased fluttered inside Silco that she knew that. He nodded.
“Good. Now, I want you to use your arms like that and swim the length of this pool,” she said, walking over to one end.
Silco looked at her, then to the spring’s opposite end. It wasn’t too long; maybe forty feet.
Slowly, he waded across the pool to her side. She gave him an encouraging smile, and he rolled his shoulders before launching forward into the warm water. Shifting the movement he’d just learned to a horizontal position was harder than he anticipated. His arms didn’t feel as strong and his lower body kept sinking, despite kicking furiously. Every time he turned his head to breathe, not only did he get a mouthful of air, but water splashed in, too.
Finally, his fingers scraped against the ledge of the pool’s far side and he stood up, panting. He looked down at the ledge, and then turned to look at Katya at the other end of the pool. The water between them was frothing and choppy, but she gave him an encouraging smile.
“Not bad,” she called. “Now, come back.”
Silco heeded her instruction and attempted the crawl again as he swam back. He was huffing and puffing by the time he returned to Katya’s side.
“I don’t know why,” he gasped, “but I did not think it would be so tiring.”
She smirked up at him. “Swimming is a different beast from roof running. It probably doesn’t help that you smoke, either.”
He recalled her final comment that night he had shown her Zaun.
You shouldn’t smoke, anyway. It’s bad for you, too.
He slyly grinned back at her, and purred, “I am allowed a vice. Piltover has made life hellish enough to deny ourselves any small pleasures. I’m sure once I get this stroke down, I’ll swim just as fast as you. Perhaps faster – “
Katya snorted, throwing her head back. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Silco shrugged cockily before diving back into the water and practicing again. After a few more laps, he began to get a better handle of how to move his arms and neck, his stroke pattern becoming smoother, surer. Slowly, he began cutting through the water instead of splashing against it.
“Very good,” Katya congratulated once he returned to her side again. “I think it is time to talk about hips and legs.” She turned to the pool’s edge and placed her hands on a relatively level slab of rock. “One of the reasons your lower half is sinking is because you are kicking too much with your knees. You will swim faster and more efficiently if you keep your legs straighter and kick from your hips.”
She kept her hands on the rock, and allowed the rest of her body to float up in the water. Her rear breached the surface, and Silco fought not to stare. She made a point to flex and straighten her shapely legs and kicked. Despite the movement, very little water was splashed up. Silco scooted down the edge of the rock a bit to find his own level piece. Once he was set up, he kicked his lower half up to the surface. Very ungracefully. His jaw squeezed and brow furrowed as he did his best to lengthen his legs taut and access his hips.
“It is a balance,” Katya explained, stepping over to him. “Straight legs, yes. But allow there to be a little give in your knees so that they remain soft.”
“So keep my legs straight. But don’t keep my legs straight.”
Katya smirked and shrugged. “Viktor can do it. And his bones are warped. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Silco huffed and tried again. It was challenging, but eventually he got it enough that Katya didn’t need to keep reminding him.
“Do not swish your hips so much,” she said, reaching out and gently touched the top of his hipbone.
The feeling of her fingertips on him caused Silco to jolt and stop swimming. He spun to look at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, hand pulling back. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay. I just – I just wasn’t expecting it.” He smiled reassuringly at her. “What did you say?”
“You are rotating through your hips too much. It’ll make you tired. Keep your hips steady. The rotation comes from your back. Remember? From the crawl stroke itself.”
Silco tried again, imagining that an iron beam holding his hips in place. A couple times, Katya reminded him to keep his knees and feet a touch softer. As she watched him, her eyes squinted and she brought the tips of her fingers to her temple.
“What?” he asked, pausing to catching his breath.
“I am trying to think of another way to explain,” she sighed. “Have you ever seen people on the Promenade ride . . . I think they are called Bi-sickles, or something? A metal frame with two wheels on either end?”
“Bicycles. Yeah. I’ve seen them.”
“Okay, well, the leg movement is not dissimilar. Steady hips, strong glutes and thighs propelling the motion, but some soft give from the knees down. Does that make sense?”
Silco pondered for a moment, thinking on the Topside youths he’d seen racing their toys through the Promenade streets. He recalled how their legs pumped their mode of transportation, strong and efficient strokes that powered the bicycle to impressive speeds. He nodded and tried again.
After several minutes, she suggested he put the two together and try swimming another few laps of the pool. Silco rolled his shoulders and shook his legs out a bit before venturing back into the middle of the water and piecing together what he had learned.
Just as before, it took him a couple laps to achieve smooth movements. Once he found a rhythm, he felt like a harpoon slicing through the water, especially compared to how he felt in the Pilt a few days ago. After his tenth lap, he stopped for a break at the far end and turned to look at Katya. His heart tapped firmly against his breastbone to see her beaming at him. Her skin was glistening from the warmth and water, her cheeks rosy. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her so pleased or carefree, and he was excited to think he was the source of her happiness in that moment.
Suddenly, Katya leapt forward and swam towards him, streaking through the water like a waverider. He hadn’t really paid attention the night they jumped from the airship, but she moved seamlessly – as if she became one with the water. It didn’t froth around her limbs, just rippled in smooth wakes. It seemed as easy as breathing for her. Despite the improvements he had made to his own abilities, he knew he floundered like a beached fish in comparison.
She appeared at his side, that sun-bright smile still on her face.
“Race?”
Silco stared at her for a moment, his eyes glancing down to her smile, then his own split across his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ‘played’ – had had unproductive fun. He was sure Katya felt the same.
“Prepare to eat my wake, Kat.”
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Katya did not eat Silco’s wake. Quite the opposite. He struggled to keep up, but laughed at his own ineptitude in the water. Although, the more and more laps they swam, the surer in his skills he became. Katya told him his slight build would work to his advantage, something he quietly preened at because he never considered his physicality being an advantage for much.
Eventually they tired, and lifted themselves from the pool. They spread their towels over the cave floor and sat, allowing their bodies to rest and dry off. Silco did his best to avoid staring at Katya, at the way her wet clothes had sheered from the water and now clung to her body. A heat that had nothing to do with the hot springs spread through him.
To distract himself, he fished an apple and a small knife from his bag. He cut a slice and handed it to her. Katya stared at the offering for a moment, stunned, before taking it.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, because that it what you said when someone gave you something.
Unsettled warmth bloomed across her chest as she bit down on it in a satisfying crunch. It had been a long while since she had had a bite of apple. It had been a long while that someone had provided for her. She wondered if she would ever get used to being thought of, sought after, taken care of, considered. Silco’s companionship felt as much of a treat like this apple.
The fruit was crisp, juicy, and sweet against her tongue. As it broke down in her mouth, and the sweet sparked into surprising notes of tangy sour, compulsory sadness curled in her stomach; that her experience of the treat was nearing its end. Then her eyes fell onto the fruit by Silco’s pointed knee, and realized she could have more. That one bite was only the first. Her mouth watered and stomach rumbled.
“I brought some bread, too. One of mum’s reject loaves.”
Katya’s eyes flicked up to his face. Why had she gone so long denying herself of company? Denying her own needs? Pointedly skirting the care and lives of others? If she had kept to her solitary way, she would not have this apple, this bread. This man, and his caring mother.
“How is she?”
Silco’s nostrils curled. He cut his own slice of apple and ate it. He shrugged.
“Like she said, it always gets bad this time of year.”
Katya’s eyes softened, empathy and sadness leaching out the joy that had lit them up.
“She is probably due for another vial of medicine,” she said. “I will grab one when I am at the clinic.”
Silco gave her a weak smile and retrieved the lumpy loaf of bread from his bag. He tore a piece off and handed it to her. She took it and held it in her hands, thinking of how she might smooth out the lines that had appeared on Silco’s face at the mention of Enyd. How she might dampen the small flame of ire that had appeared in his eyes, and rekindle the joy that had been there earlier.
“I am glad I got to show you this place,” she decided on, looking up at the stalactites on the cave’s ceiling. “As grateful as I am that only Viktor and I seem to be the ones to ever come here, it’s so beautiful that I feel badly for it that so few people visit. Know about it.”
Silco hummed, biting down on a piece of bread and looking around at the cave. It’s towers and divots. At the lush moss and algae that collected at its mouth, and hung down from its opening like a shredded curtain.
“This is where your parents taught you how to swim?”
Katya shook her head. “No. I learned in the Oases. Like a lot of the children do now. When it came time to teach Viktor, his body did not handle the cool water well, so Papa taught him here. Being in the water also helps relieve some of the chronic aches he has in his body.”
“How did your father find this place?” Silco asked, looking around again.
“I never thought to ask. I wish I had now. He used to talk about taking me and Viktor out on a boat someday. To explore the Conqueror’s Sea.”
“It sounds like he had an affinity for water.”
Katya chuckled and took a bite of bread. “I suppose he did, now that you mention it. One of the books he would read to us most frequently had to do with ocean life. Various habitats, animal and plant life – that sort of thing.” She laughed and said, “My favorite chapter was about the deep sea, and all the monstrous creatures down there. It sort of reminded me of the Undercity. I found it fascinating, but I don’t think Viktor did.”
“How come?”
She shrugged. “He is more interested in building and creating things. He preferred when Papa read about inventions and why they worked. Engineering and chemistry and physics, and those sorts of things. Biology never grabbed him as tightly.”
“But it did you?” Silco asked, taking his knife to the apple again and slicing it twice. He handed one piece to her, and placed his own on his tongue.
Katya shrugged again and bit thoughtfully into the apple’s flesh, Silco’s eyes flicking down to her mouth as she did.
“I do find it interesting,” she said around the fruit in her mouth. “It certainly has served me well with my role at the clinic. And with caring for Viktor. And like I told you, I think I would like to become a doctor once Zaun is free. Once we have the ability to manage such things.”
“That reminds me,” Silco gasped, reaching for his bag. His hand gripped the small satchel of gold within and he drew it out. “Vander and I wanted you to have some of the coin from the airship job. To help with Viktor’s tuition next semester.”
He handed her the purse, and she slowly took it. Her eyes glossed over and became distant as she uncinched the bag’s mouth and peered inside. Gold glittered up at her. Katya sniffed and her throat squeezed tightly. She looked back up at him, and her heart cracked at the soft – almost adoring – smile on his face. She opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came out was a teary choke. Silco scooted over and wrapped his arm around her.
“I got you.”
Katya’s voice failed her again, and she simply leaned against him. She curled against his side; her face pressed into his neck. She nodded against it, overwhelmed and humbled by the sense of gratitude. Her body alight with the feeling of belonging. She felt treasured and valued.
She wasn’t able to speak, but as she closed her eyes and felt Silco’s jugular pulse against her cheek, she thought You have me.
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Eventually, when the sun began to fade, they toweled off and redressed, preparing to head home. Katya wrapped the small bag of gold in her towel and shoved it deep within her sack. Despite the extra weight on her back, her heart felt easeful and light. The children that had been at the Oases were gone. Headed home for supper, or for work, or to nothing at all. Silco and Katya hopped onto the bottom step of the incomplete staircase and headed back into Zaun.
The Bridgewaltz was just beginning to brighten and stretch into its evening routine. The chem-bulbs above twinkled various colors, casting rainbow splotches on the pavement and across scattered tables and chairs. A few of the food stalls and kiosks already had customers gnawing at kebabs and drinking whatever brew was offered; the passed-out people Silco and Katya had seen earlier had since woken up and staggered off.
“Would you like me to walk you home?” Silco asked, as they came to a stop.
Katya looked up at him, voice stuck in her throat. The shadows and light did mesmerizing things to the angles of his face, and his pale eyes reflected the flickering magenta, orange, and green lights above.
Would she like? Would she want?
“That’s okay,” she finally answered. Her stomach curled in displeasure at her own words. “You should get home and check on your mother.”
Silco smiled and nodded. He ignored the pang of disappointment that flicked at his heart.
“Right, then,” he said, adjusting his bag. “I’ll see you soon. Yeah?”
Katya beamed up at him. Her milk-colored skin glowed in the colorful light, and Silco’s fingers twitched, fighting the urge to run them down her cheek.
“Yes. I will see you soon.”
“Thank you again for the lessons. For today.”
Something open, vulnerable, and wanting cracked behind Katya’s ribs, and she closed the distance between them, wrapping Silco in a tight embrace. He returned it with an immediacy that left his mind reeling and surprised. She felt warm and solid – not unlike that dream he had had the night he’d fought the enforcers. Turning his head slightly, he nestled his nose into the crook of her neck. The smell of brine, minerals, and warmth from the Springs was stuck to her.
“Thank you for today,” she whispered. “And for everything else.”
Katya gave him one last squeeze and drew back. Silco followed suit, his heart hammering against his chest.
“Walk home safe, Kat.”
“You, too.”
Silco watched her for a moment, before turning himself and walking home.
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When he arrived at his and his mother’s apartment, it was quiet except for the warm, prickling drone of the phonograph needle swirling on a record that had finished playing. A singular light from the living room bled into the front hall. Silco quietly removed his boots, and set down his sack by the door before venturing further.
“Mum?” he called quietly, stepping into the living room.
Enyd was propped up in her rocking chair, a sewing project in her lap, her head lolled onto one shoulder, eyes closed. Her breath came in soft, long wheezes as she slept. Silco smiled tenderly at the sight and tip-toed to the phonograph, gently resetting the needle in its bed.
“Mum,” he said again, walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Mum.”
Enyd gently started under his touch and blinked awake.
“Wha? – Oh, Silco. You’re home. I – I didn’t realize that I fell asleep.”
She adjusted in her seat, the chair rocking slightly with her movement, and she peered down at the bundle of thread and fabric in her lap. An amused huff blew from her lips at the sight, and a string of dry coughs followed it. When they passed, she straightened her shoulders and looked up at her son with watery eyes.
“How did it go today?”
“It went well. Kat’s a good teacher. It was nice. Spending time with her. Mum, why don’t you go to bed if you’re tired?”
Enyd batted away his concern with a flick of her thin wrist. “I’m fine. I want to get this done before I turn in anyhow.” She gestured to the sewing project in her lap. “Would you mind starting the record again?”
Silco turned back to the phonograph and reset the needle. Soft, warbly music echoed from the soundhorn and Enyd hummed appreciatively, lifting the needle and thread back up to the light.
“I’m going to take a shower. Do you need anything?”
His mother shook her head. She smiled at him, and said, “I’m glad you got to do something light today. Fun. Joyful.”
Silco’s insides squeezed – with what, he wasn’t entirely certain – and softly smiled in agreement.
“Me too.”
With that, he headed to his bedroom, grabbed his pajamas, and then locked himself up in the bathroom. He turned the water in the tub on, holding one hand under the faucet, waiting for it to turn warm. When it did, he was surprised that he could feel the difference between this warm water and the stuff he’d been swimming in a few hours prior. He didn’t know water could feel different. Pulling the tee diverter, the shower head rumbled and spat to life. He quickly divested himself of his clothes; surprised when a flash of Kat in her wet underthings flickered in his mind. He swallowed, tossed the clothes into the hamper by the toilet, and stepped into the shower.
The warm water sluiced over his frame in vaguely relaxing rivulets. The sensation paled in comparison to the heat and comfort he’d found in the Springs. He’d found in the excited, pleased beam of Kat’s smile. Silco ran his fingers through his hair, unraveling any snags and snares he found. He closed his eyes as water ran down his face. The image behind his eyelids was that of Kat standing in the shallow end of the pool, water to her knees, her underwear, camisole, and brassiere wet and sticking to her body. Her skin glowed and shone with the warm mist of the cave. Silco sighed, and finally allowed himself to ruminate on what he’d seen while he lathered himself up with soap.
Like many trenchers, Katya’s body hungered, but it hadn’t kept her hips and breasts from filling out. His mind’s eye roved over her legs. Stopped, and stared at where her thighs thickened into the swell of her hips and ass. Salivated at how the damp sheerness of her underwear had allowed the suggestion of curls at the crux of her thighs –
Silco gasped as he brought the soap to his groin, and found himself half-hard. Balls beginning to lift and ache. For a moment, he considered turning the water to ice cold, to put a stop to this. But his hand made a cursory sweep down his length and the space behind his navel tightened with anticipation. With a plead.
Silco’s imagination took creative license, and the Kat behind his eyes shifted her expression to something sultrier. Hungrier. Her lashes sat low over her golden eyes – those mesmerizing gold eyes. Silco braced one hand against the shower wall, while the other took hold of him in earnest. Kat bit just the inside of her lower lip, and Silco worked himself to full hardness in steady strokes.
His mind’s eye traveled up the length of her torso, wondering what it would be like to touch (taste?) the delicate flesh that ebbed and flowed into that beautiful hourglass shape. Her breasts – their details and shape brought into stark relief by the wet, clingy fabric – were devastatingly heavy and ample. Her nipples had puckered and lifted. He wanted to touch them. Roll them into impossibly tight, pebbled peaks between his fingers. And then suck and bite at them. How she would writhe beneath his attention –
Silco’s breath hitched as a callous on his palm caught along his frenulum. He bit back a groan, grateful for the noise of the shower and the record playing in the other room. Despite those buffers, he choked back any vocalization that threatened to give him away.
The promising lift behind his navel was intensifying – little shimmers of pleasure licking up his spine. The squeeze of his pumping hand tightened, and the one bracing against the shower wall collapsed to its forearm. Silco’s forehead pressed against the meat of it. His eyes clamped shut as his mind shifted, giving form to tamped down fantasies and maddening questions.
What would those plush thighs feel like wrapped around his waist? Kat’s heels pressing into his tailbone as he fucked her –
A whimper vibrated off his lips. Despite the water, he could tell that his cock was leaking all over his hand.
How would she feel wrapped around him? Glorious, he knew. His fist would never be able to compare. Warm, soft, and slick. And tight. Would they fit together like puzzle pieces?
How would she look beneath him? On top of him? Looking over her shoulder at him? He imagined her mouth hanging open – her dusty pink lips turned red and kiss-swollen. Her intense, expressive brows pitching up in elation as she hurtled toward her release. Pleasure he’d brought her –
Silco’s hips bucked into his hand as his own climax neared. Those little laps and zips of pleasure he’d felt earlier grew into spine arching, toe curling flames as his fist became a blur around his cock.
How would Kat sound? How would that rolling, molasses-sweet accent sound in the throes of ecstasy? Would she mutter in her mother-tongue? Chant his name? Look him in the eye and say “You have me”? –
“Kat!” Silco rasped, unable to keep her name behind his teeth. And he came. Strong, pulsing spurts onto the shower wall that were promptly washed away by the water’s spray. His hand worked himself through each throb of his orgasm, until his body felt blissfully heavy on his skeleton and he leaned against the wall.
He stood there for a moment, the water beating against his back; residual glimmers of ecstasy shivering up and down his spine. He huffed and puffed, heart hammering and lungs swinging. He placed his left hand on his chest, and felt the steady percussive, beat within.
As the gooey, post-orgasm feeling draped over his body, Silco finished cleaning himself. And made a point to make sure the wall and floor of the shower was clean of any ‘sign’ of him, too. He dried off, dressed, brushed his teeth, and went to bed. All the while thinking on what he had done, and whom he’d thought of.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling – one hand on his heart; the other tossed over his head – a lonely, wanting, foreign ache pressed into him. The sensation eased as he drifted to sleep and dreamt that Kat was curled against his side.
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Katya glided through the dark, star-lit water of her dreamscape. Smooth, warm, and malleable. Like liquid glass. A few easy frog strokes propelled her forward, the water rippling gently. She wondered if she’d ever reach an edge here, if there would ever be something to grab hold of. Something to rest against, in case she ever tired.
“Kat.”
She gasped and sputtered. The water splashed as she spun. She’d never heard anything but her own breath here. The sound of her own body in the water. But now, a few feet behind her, there was a pale figure with lank dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Silco?”
He smiled at her. She realized how endearing – almost awkward – the fullness of it made him look. In life, he’d only ever smirked or grinned at her. Expressions that kept his coolness and distant persona intact, kept him at arm’s length from most people.
Now, he was beaming at her, and she was enthralled.
He paddled toward her. “Shall we?”
Katya blinked at him, and then she smiled in return. Laughing, they pressed forward into the endless space. Silco swam just about as well as he had at the Springs – not with the best form, water splattering about him. But neither cared. They moved together, Silco splashing at Katya; Katya dodging his sprays by elegantly flowing around him. Eventually, they tired enough to slow their pace, lazily floating along the surface. The stars sparkled and winked above them.
“Kat.”
This time he said her name softer, his tone lifting as if in question.
Katya stopped, her arms and legs barely needing to tread water to keep her upright. She looked at him, tilting her head in equal curiosity. He fixed her with an intense, earnest look that held her in place. An enticing heat banked behind his eyes, and he closed the small distance between them. One of his hands slipped up from the water and gently cradled her cheek. The etheric nature of the dreamscape made his touch feel ghost-like, a whisper of how his hand had felt in hers, but it made Katya’s breath hitch all the same. His thumb gently pressed against the beauty mark under her eye and dragged down. His blue eyes left her gold ones to flit down to her lips, and then back up. The look, the touch, sent a blaze through her body. As if her insides were a smoldering fire, and he was a great gust of wind, igniting her in a mighty WHOOSH!
Katya’s fiery heart thundered wildly in her chest as she leaned forward and kissed him. The hand on her cheek wrapped to hold the nape of her neck, and Silco’s other hand wound around her waist, drawing her flush against him. She gripped his shoulders and pressed her mouth more firmly against his, annoyed that the sensation of him was gauzy. She wanted to feel him, taste him.
She tilted her head and slid her tongue along the seam of his lips, pleading for access; hoping it would give her something more solid to experience. Silco obliged, his own tongue melding against hers. Katya squeezed her eyes tight as their tongues, teeth, and lips hungrily explored each other. For too brief of a moment, she thought she could taste cigarettes, thought she could smell that citrus tang and deep terra scent that had been on that shirt he’d given her.
Silco surged forward, his kisses a strange combination of intense and distant. Katya gripped at him, fingers digging into the slick and firm muscles of his shoulders and back. She gasped when her own backside pressed against something solid. Somehow, for the first time, she was able to feel an edge to this dreamworld. She couldn’t see it, only feel it. Silco’s right hand pressed into the starry surface next to her head, his breath a mere suggestion against her warm, damp skin. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers, the blade of his nose caressing her cheek. The inferno within Katya’s belly blazed for him. Her body ached, breasts heavy and heaving, core throbbing.
“Kat,” Silco breathed, pressing against her.
“Yes.” Katya’s breath came in shaky, pleading huffs.
Her legs lifted in the water and wrapped around his hips, drawing him closer. There was a probing pressure at her aching center and a desperate, excited cry pealed from her throat.
The exclamation woke Katya up. She jerked awake in her bed, back arching, breathing erratic. Initially, she was confused, borderline distraught. As her vision cleared and she took in the dark, empty space of her bedroom, she understood what had happened.
She was home.
Alone.
Disappointment settled in her stomach, lead-heavy and cold. Despite this, the ache between her thighs persisted; annoyed at being left unattended.
Katya steeled her jaw and turned onto her side, eyes closing, determined to just go to bed. She would inspect that dream in the morning. Or maybe she wouldn’t. It was only a dream after all.
However, her body refused to fall into stillness and slumber. Her mind swam with images and sense-memories of Silco. His intense gaze, low, syrupy voice; his lithe frame, how his hands had felt in hers, how his hands might feel on her body. Holding her in place, exploring . . .
Katya grunted and turned again, her core reverberating with a nearly painful, needy pulse. Her nipples were pointed and tight beneath the shirt she wore. His shirt. She laid still for a moment, considering. Finally, her fingers skirted across the gusset of her underwear in an exploratory swipe. Her body shuddered at the light touch and she gasped to find the garment soaked.
She decided to not think too hard about it, nor deny her bodily desire any longer. In quick, furious movements, she stripped her underwear down her legs and kicked them off, sending them somewhere deep within the folds of her blanket. Her hand was quick to cup herself, and an intense and relieved sound was pressed out of her lungs.
Her hips lifted into the heel of her hand as her index and middle fingers swiped lightly through her slit, gathering and coating them in her arousal. Slowly, she dipped them inside. A gasp left her, her back arched, her free hand reached for the pillow above her head and gripped it tightly. She was overwhelmed by how warm, wet, and ready she felt. Burying her fingers inside her felt relieving and maddening. Her body grateful that it was being touched, but desperately wanting more. Needing release.
Her fingers began to pump in and out, the heel of her hand trying to rub against her clit. Pleasure ebbed and swelled inside her, promising tickles fluttering behind her navel, up and down her spine. Images flashing through her mind provided titillating inspiration that drove her further and further into carnal need.
The shape of Silco’s member; she’d sneaked a peek of him when his shorts were wet and clinging to it earlier that day. Her fingers couldn’t compare.
The way Silco’s muscles moved over his body as he swam.
Silco’s head between her thighs, those piercing eyes watching her intently.
Silco’s hands grabbing needily at her thighs and hips as he rut against her.
 Katya’s body shook hopefully at the thought, her fingers pumping faster, the heel of her hand desperately wriggling against her apex. A whimper trickled from her mouth between ragged breaths. Despite the pleasure building within her, entangling her low spine in teasing tendrils, she needed more. The hand gripping the pillow snaked itself under her shirt, squeezing and pinching at the peak of her breast. A hiss whistled through her clenched teeth, her body writhing.
It wasn’t enough.
She rolled onto her stomach, pinning the hand working at her between her soaked sex and the mattress. Her hips humped and ground into her palm. The position, aided by her weight and gravity, offered deeper, sweeter sensations the ability to curl and build. Katya gasped and cried into the pillow, her legs propelling her hips into her hand hurriedly, the movement not dissimilar to the firelight swim stroke.
“Si – Sil – “
Katya’s breath hitched into a new tempo as her body rapidly approached the peak of her climax. Her toes curled, the soles of her feet flexing in anticipation; thighs and hips quivering.
“P-please. Oh, Gods. S – “
She moaned loudly into her pillow as she crested her release; hips pulsing and grinding over her hand of their own volition, chasing her high, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of it. Eventually the sensation ebbed away, leaving Katya wrung out, and panting. Slowly, she withdrew her hand from herself and carefully stretched her legs out, rocking her hips side-to-side experimentally.
While she felt satisfied on an animalistic level, as the heavy blanket of sleep began to lay over her, the feeling of loneliness crept back in. Into her chest. Into her bed.
The sleep she was granted was dreamless.
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Notes: Ahhhhh! These crazy, pining kids! When will they *actually* make it happen?? Soon hopefully 😈 I hope you enjoyed the start of some smutty-smut! I was really happy to finally get to this point in the story 😅 What do you think? Let me know your thoughts! Please comment and reblog ❤️ Til next time, my sweets!
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Dirty Little Secret | Silco x Reader
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Summary: You didn't mean to fall in love with your best friend's father.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, female masturbation, visions and descriptions of sex, stalking
Word Count: 2,582
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It was an accident. 
It was an honest accident.
That didn’t mean it didn’t feel good.
The way his gaze would fall on you, the caring little glances he’d shoot you, and the kind way in which he caressed your shoulder when speaking to you. Butterflies took up residence in your belly whenever he spoke to you. And they threatened to fall out of your mouth if you tried speaking to him. His cool, casual demeanor mixed with that feigned Topside-esque kind of air about him was swoon-worthy.
But still. It was an accident.
Jinx was one of your closest friends. She had been for a while. Things like that happen in the Lanes. You’d known her and her sister a long time ago. You’d played games in the alleyways, went on looting missions Topside, and even had sleepovers now and again. The Polaroids you kept were evidence of this. As time wore on, though, the girls would get distant. No more fun alleyway games or sleepovers. Just a genuine worry for their wellbeing. But then, out of the blue, there she was. Jinx was her name now. Powder was gone. Vander was gone. Vi was gone.
Now it was different. There was a new father-figure in her life. Silco. The Eye of Zaun became her caretaker. How that happened, you aren’t sure you’ll ever know for sure. That part of her life was pretty blurry for her. And Silco certainly had been tight-lipped about it whenever you’d mention their differences. And when the two of you came back together, it was like no time had passed at all. She was the same goofy, outlandish, and wacky girl you’d come to love back when you were kids. You fit right back into her life just as well as you had before. And you loved her.
All in all Jinx was still your best friend. And it didn’t take long for the begging and pleading to start. “Come have dinner with us,” “Come sleep over tonight,” “Please, please, please!” Her persistence alone was enough to get you to agree, but you didn’t need the persuasion. At least not anymore.
The day had drug on like usual, grey and white blobs passing by as faceless beings in the Lanes. Jinx promised she’d meet you here with her father. You were going to go do… Something. She hadn’t specified. Just told you to dress comfortably and that it would be the three of you.
The three of you…
You laid on Jinx’s bed reading some book you found under her bed. Your legs up in the air, ankles crossed, you chewed on your thumb as you scanned the pages. It got a little… steamier as you went on. But you certainly didn’t mind. It was all the more reason to enjoy the book.
You were just getting into the good stuff when you felt a hand around your ankle. You flinched and just about kicked the person touching you before a deep chuckle was heard behind you. 
“Calm down,” Silco started. “It’s just me. Jinx said you were up here.”
You flipped the book upside down to hide the words inside. Not that you weren’t old enough to be reading these things, but you weren’t sure you were able to hear Silco talking about them. Or even asking you about them.
“Was there something you needed? Oh,” you sat up. “It’s getting late? I need to leave?”
“No, no, nothing like that!” He chuckled again and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you dinner is shortly. I’ll let you alone to clean yourself up. We have company this evening.”
You nodded and smiled. You’d just borrow something of Jinx’s.
“Thanks for the heads up,” you said softly. You could have sworn he was looking at you the way you look at him. You could have sworn he was leaning in.
You shook your head to clear it of those thoughts and saw the blue-haired girl approaching you, Silco in tow, glowering at the passersby. What were once faded, depressing shades of the Lanes were suddenly more vibrant as the pair walked toward you.
“Okay great! You’re here now, we can go!” Jinx smiled brightly at you. “Oh! I didn’t even tell you where we’re going,” You shook your head with a laugh.
“No, you specifically left that part out,” you then looked up at Silco, whose expression changed from one of irritation to a look of softer irritation. You watched the way his right eye twitched whenever someone would get too close to the three of you. You notice the way his jaw tightened whenever he heard someone shouting. And mostly, you noticed the way his gaze softened when he looked at you. 
Jinx had been babbling away, too excited to even notice the way you ignored her so blissfully. This was the first time you’d ever missed something she said. But you went along like you’d heard everything. You were happy to be there with her. Happier to be there with him.
You had cleaned up just a touch, put on one of the dresses Jinx simply never wears. A powdery-blue tea-length tulle dress. You sported a low, strappy pair of heels that clicked mercilessly on the floor. Your camera in-hand, you decided to make your way down the stairs to their dining room. You passed several doors, each one identical to the other, until you were just about to reach the stairs and noticed the one closest to the railing was propped open just a bit.
As you passed, you caught a glimpse of Silco inside. You almost froze in your spot, but you knew your heels gave you away. So, a quickly drawn-up plan in mind, you made your way down the stairs. When you were sure you were out of earshot of the man upstairs, you took the heels off and made your way back up the steps. You carefully positioned yourself at the crack in the door. And there he was.
Silco was dressing for dinner. Having showered, a towel was wrapped around his waist and his hair was a bit ruffled. Quickly drawing up your camera, you positioned it just so, where he was the center of the photo. You quickly snapped a picture while he was clearing his throat, disguising the noise. The camera spit the photo out and you plucked it out of the slot with two slender fingers. You then waited behind the camera lens for another picture-worthy shot of Silco getting dressed.
Two more delectable photos later and you decided you needed to get the hell out of there before someone saw you. You slipped the developed photos into your bra and made a mental note to store them properly later.
The markets? She just wanted to go to the markets? Why did that have to be a massive secret?
Jinx and her secrets. You’ll never understand. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her as you maneuvered through the marketplace. Silco wasn’t too far behind, but this was certainly the last place he wanted to be. But, his darling daughter wanted it, so here he was. You admired the way he cared so deeply for your friend. It made you feel good about leaving her at night. Much to your dismay, you’d rather be in her father’s bed - writhing in pleasure beneath his experienced hands. Crying out his name softly into the still evening air as he showed you mounts of pleasure you had only read about in those trashy books.
Her loud cry of excitement broke you from your daydreaming, a rush of heat on your cheeks as she sprinted away from you. You swore she knew and was doing this on purpose. You looked around. This place had always had somewhat of an appeal, but not one fit for your tastes. Too many bodies.
“That girl,” Silco started, dangerously close to you. “She’s going to be the death of me.” You swallowed hard before turning to look at him. He looked out at wherever Jinx had run. He could probably see her over the tops of all these heads. But all you saw was him.
“She was trouble before you, too,” you mused with a small smile. Those butterflies… those colors… they were back.
“I don’t even need you to say that, there’s no way she was ever calm as a child,” he chuckled and looked down at you. That softening of his gaze.
“Well, she and I used to be a lot alike,” you turned your whole body to face him now. “Not so much anymore. But you know I love her.” You offered a slightly bigger smile. It was getting harder to contain yourself.
“Ah, that I do. Something we have in common, hm?” He smiled gently down at you. Actually smiled. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that before. You pulled your camera from the bag you kept it in at your side.
“Hold that for me,” you ordered. He happily obliged as you snapped the photo. You watched it come out of the slot and you took it as soon as it was ready. You waited patiently as it developed. Right there in the center of more faceless beings was the most vibrant of them all. His crooked little smile, the perfectly coiffed hair, all of it was jumping out at you.
“Would you look at that?” He placed his hand on the small of your back and it took everything in you not to jump. You also did everything you could not to lean into it.
“I’m keeping this for the personal collection,” you smirked up at him and put the photo in your bag.
“Fine by me, love,” he said kindly. “Now, let’s go find our girl. She’s bound to need one of us soon.” He led you through the crowds with that hand on your lower back. And all you wanted was to scream.
At dinner, it was almost impossible to breathe. He was right there. Right across from you. And Jinx was right next to you. Talk about being fed to the wolves. The three of you still managed to have just the loveliest of times, as usual. You shared stories, pushed for more information, passed sides around the table, and laughed till your hearts’ content. It was perfect.
You were talking to Jinx about something from your past together and turned to Silco with a laugh. You noticed he’d been looking at you for quite some time. When you’d finally faced him completely, and while Jinx was otherwise occupied laughing or eating, Silco tapped his chin then subtly nodded to you.
You quickly grabbed your napkin and wiped your face. He was being so kind. It was so hard to resist.
That night, you laid in your bed, the evening sun shining through the window of your apartment. On your bed was your camera, that trashy little book you’d been reading, and about a dozen polaroid photos. Some blurrier than others, but they were undoubtedly of Silco. You held the one you’d taken that afternoon in one hand and two from the night of that dinner. The ones with him shirtless, blissfully unaware of your presence, and simply existing.
You rolled onto your back and bent one knee, simply staring at those pictures. Your gaze shifted between the photo you took today and the ones you took just a few weeks ago. The dichotomy of those images was not lost on you. And you realized you loved every version of him you’d seen so far. You sighed wistfully and tossed the photos down to your sides. You closed your eyes and let your mind wander.
Silco. His hands glided over your thighs with precision only a man of his age could possess. You felt the tingle of his calluses and the tickle of his breath against your neck. His movements were slow, unhurried. You could feel his heart beating in those fingertips. And you were sure he could feel yours through your skin.
Your legs were relaxed open, a hand had slipped beneath your underwear, and pleasurable waves and shocks shot through your body. You circled your clit with one expert finger, biting your lip. Your other hand caressed and played with your breast. Every so often your pinch and pull on your nipple to get a better feel of yourself. You continued your broken fantasy, gasping his name as you touched yourself.
His arms enveloping you protectively, but lovingly. He surrounded you and your senses. You wrap your legs around his waist and draw him in further. He thrusts against you in slow, painful drags. Arching your back against his chest, his lips dragged across your chest as he filled you completely. His cologne you so desperately wished you’d stolen from his dresser assaulted your nose, catapulting you to new highs.
He caressed your head and kissed your lips passionately. Your head spun, pleasure wracking your body, and his hands simply all over you. It was like he was studying you. Memorizing you. In that caring way he treated you, so was the love he made to you. 
You panted heavily as your fingers dipped into your weeping core. You wasted no time curling the pads of your fingers into your g-spot, choking out a cry of pleasure as you threw yourself suddenly closer to the edge. You turned your head and saw that the photo of Silco you’d taken earlier was propped up just enough for you to see the beautiful smile on his face.
Gasping for air, the two of you clung to each other for a reminder to keep living. Your soft cries of his name ringing out into his ears, and his low grunts muffled by the sweet skin of your neck. His hips never snapped to yours, pace never quickening, slow and meticulous. He wanted to remember this. Burn it into his memory and yours. And you wouldn’t soon forget.
His grunting became deeper as he approached his end, but you’d forgotten what sounds were at this point. The sensation of him filling you tugged at every neuron in your brain. Your mind screamed for release.
You stared at that picture of Silco until you felt yourself coming undone under your own hands. Arching your back off the bed sheets you kept eye contact with the man in the photo as you cried out his name in complete unabashed pleasure.
His hands gripped you tighter as he spilled his seed inside you, a guttural groan leaving his lips as you came down from your orgasm. Panting, breaths ragged, and hair sticking to your forehead, you stared at him through half-lidded eyes. He picked his head up and looked at you, that same small smile from the photo crossing his lips. He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
You panted in the afterglow. Laying there for a moment to soak up the fantasy in your head and the feeling that would only come so close to the real thing.
You eventually stood, gathering the photos up and stuffing them into various pages of that book. You put your camera away in the bag you carried it in. You sighed heavily and closed the book, placing it on your bedside table. You threw yourself back down onto the bed and played with your fingers on your stomach.
She can never know.
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kikorenart · 1 year
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Imagine… [older] Silco seeing Kiyna after a long time and still being in love with her. One tear coming from his eye as he realizes his “beloved” is home.
Damn this anon is a sucker for heartbreaking reunion 😅🙈
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From Afar
Her laugh is the first thing he hears, and it’s as if the thick fog of years falls away. The smile on her face is a little weathered, but it is as vibrant as he remembers it to be - the glint of a golden star stirring vivid memories of shared dreams and the promise of a future together in the Revolution. Mindlessly, Silco’s hand raises itself as if to reach out - the starting syllable of her name on the tip of his tongue; what was she doing here? Would she stay? Did she even remember him?
Who is he?
She laughs again, eyes warm and hand gentle against a shoulder that wasn’t his. There is a ring on her finger.
His hand wavers before it drops.
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fantadym · 5 months
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Aaaaye its Silco! This was a Comm piece I did!
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With this piece I will be announcing the return of my comms soon. I'm finalizing details for it all and should have the post ready by next week. Any and all help to get it seen is appreciated ♡
This was...honestly super fun for me. Like no joke. I think this piece is my best one to date. I'm so proud of a lot of it from beginning to end. I feel like I really outdid myself and learned a LOT. It was a joy to work on this.
Seeing these two idiots together makes my heart happy. I cannot express how much I adore L. Her and Elisa are like little harbingers of chaos. And the dynamic L and Silco often have delights me. They are both strong personalities!
Cannot express how much oc or self insert x canon stuff makes me happy. It's unreal. I adore it and always will ♡ anyway have some pics of the process! Low quality sorry
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testsubject24601 · 2 months
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Tease
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