Love This Man

"Loyalty"

Silcoxf!reader (3k words) - part 1 (part 2 will arrive next week, hopefully)

⚠️ Warnings: mention of blood, cussing and killing, elements of smut

Set during Finn's death scene in Silco's office (episode 1x09, The Monster you created)

Please read the end notes, I have added some picture as references for the rifle

Enjoy the reading 🌟

The feeling of soft silk sheets is the first thing you feel on your bare skin as you slowly open your eyes to greet a new morning. Or afternoon, judging from the hour on the clock on your bedside as you turn the head. You have slept again too much, and the most important part of the day is gone. Might as well just return to sleep and spend the rest of the day sinking in the reddish sheets of his bed. The softness of the pillow embraces your face and covers your sleepy breathing, as you brain activates slowly, still in a dreaming state.

Covering your head with your hands, you try to shield your eyes from the light that comes from the window right in front of you. A hint of sun designs a straight line which ends right into your face, giving you that comforting feel of cuddling heat but blurring your sight at the same time. Letting out a soft sleepy groan, you sit down and uncovered yourself, only to find your naked body hit by the cold air of the room and shivers spreading all over your chest and back.

That is enough reasonable - you think - to return to bed immediately, under the secure covers, fragrant with his body perfume, a mist of tobacco, something strong similar to whisky and a hint of sandalwood. The familiar smell embraces your nose and your senses, immediately relaxing your back and shoulders, while spreading in your lungs.

The red silk is covering your body and hiding from you the sight of your chest and limbs. But anyway, you know that your body is covered in traces left from the past hours, late at night when you and Silco had left yourselves indulge in primal and lascivious actions. Instincts had roamed free, without any type of shame or regret and your sore back and legs are the proofs of what had happened in that bed last night. The feeling of his big hand on your tight, keeping it down and spread open while, without breaking the eye contact, he was tasting you with a primal need and a dedication that made your legs trembling many times, following his finger’s movement inside you and his palm’s, rubbing your clitoris faster and faster until…

“Stop, for Jenna’s sake…I have to contain myself…I can’t think about it as the first thing in the morning” you think to yourself.

Deciding that you are making a fool of yourself, and it is enough, you decide to get out of the bed, even though the chilly air is still there, and your naked back is not so happy about it, sending shivers down your spine. The feel of your bare foot on the ground is the decisive action that brings you fully back on track and your program for the day appears crystal clear in your mind.

But, how fool of you to think that the memory of his body pressed so hard against yours is something that you can discharge that simply. Just a glimpse of your naked body in the vertical mirror near the wardrobe snaps you back to your lustful memories, but this time they hit harder than the first.

Naked skin touching naked skin. The sound of his thrusting inside you from behind and of his low tense belly against your bottom. His firm hand on your hip while the other one kept you neck high, forcing you to look at the two bodies in the mirror. The sounds of you own pleasure filling the room, while the light of some candles was trembling due to the little air that infiltrated though the window. The blurring of your vision underneath your semi-closed and rolled eyes, your mind in a state of ecstasy and guided by the immense pleasure of his movements. The clenching of his teeth on your shoulders and neck while his member was going in and out, trusting harder each time. The soft whispering behind your ear as he touched your clitoris while still being inside…

“You like that, ah? You little slut…admiring you in such a submissive state is something that I find myself eager to see every day. Grant me the honour to fill that pretty hole of yours, sweetheart”, said with a languish and sarcastic tone.

"For fuck’s sake, woman, get a hold on yourself!” you think to yourself, after covering your face with your hands, in order not to see in the mirror the hot redness that has spread all over your cheeks, flushing them hard. Taking the first piece of clothing that was at your sight, you put it on, just to discover it was Silco’s black shirt from last night, thrown on the floor without a care in the world.

Luck is definitely not on your side today, with the smell, all over the shirt, of his body and a hint of sex – your mind still playing jokes on your memories and senses. Not that it is the only cloth in that state. Other items are scattered all over the room: your pants are set on the chair, and you remember the exact moment they went undone and the gaze of Silco’s two-tone eyes as he set them on your panties. With a quick search, you find the latest too, on top of his nightstand, set beside a glass of water with a little note attached.

Hope you have slept well. Lots of meetings today but I should be free for dinner. I’ll wait for you at 20.00 in my office. Use the back exit. – S

The short note is enough to bring a big smile on your face and make you giggle like a little girl. The soft and well cured handwriting of Silco doesn’t let anything out and his instructions are clear. After an intense day of meetings and duties, you company at dinner is one of the few things that Silco indulges into and finds himself waiting to attend to. Evenings and nights, lustful or not, are your favourite part of the day, even though they have become less frequent in the last period because of the numerous tedious problems Silco has to resolve.

Hope you have slept well – you read the first few words a couple of times with a soft giggle and a tender heat in your heart. Silco is not a person that shows his feelings so openly with a lot of people and the rare moments in which he lets himself relax and indulges in feelings are very precious. His face seems to acquire a completely different expression, his tough traits become more tender and his eyes shine with a new light, even the deep orange one.

Silco is more used to let out his affection though actions and not direct words, so the interactions in bed, late at night, when the two of you are still awake are pearls to preserve in your memory. You got used to the feeling of his hand on your low back as he guides you while the two of you are walking, or the thumb that traces circles on your hand while you are reading or resting in bed with him in the evening. Not that these moments are something you would reject or discard, they are still so precious in your heart and every time they let free little butterflies in your stomach, but the quiet moments where he lets his guard down, also just for a little bit, make you feel special and one of the few privileged ones to see his true self.

The feeling of your face on his bare chest, while it goes up and down with a steady rhythm, and soft words escaping from his lips, praising you, while one hand is playing with your hair, relaxing both you and him at the same time.

“When I find myself laying here with you, my love, it seems like the world pause just for a couple of seconds and that’s what I need to keep going”

“I would certain be uncertain with what I would have done if it wasn’t for you presence, sweetheart”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t go away, I am all yours tonight”

Again, letting butterflies forming in your belly as you think of his soft and loving tone escaping from his lips, a big smile covers your face from one side to another. The instructions on the little note are clear and they give you freedom for the rest couple of hours – it would be a good idea to go home to take some spare clothes for the night and the next day. Taking the panties from his nightstand to put them on, you look around to search for the rest of the clothes, only to find your bra tucked under one of the pillows and your shirt under the bed. While bending to reach it, your eyes glance over the rifle near your nightstand, one of the latest works of Jinx. It was taken from an enforcer, an ‘accidental’ victim of Silco’s attacks of the last period – it is a long but manageable weapon, with a steady rear grip and slim barrel, designed to shoot at long distances but also terribly good at short ones, as you have experienced the rifle’s butt to be a perfect club if needed. The weapon comes in a black colour out of stock, but it is currently decorated with some bright pink and neon blue lines that show its long body, thanks to the hands of Jinx, who was so considerate to also add some optical lenses on the top to help with the aiming. It is one of your most beloved objects and you feel safe just by its presence – also, the commitment of the little girl on it is something that warms your heart every time. Taking the rifle in your hands you notice the signature of a little monkey on the central body, typical of Jinx, this one painted in bright green to show it off.

A tender smile appears on your face as you inspect the arm to see how many bullets are still in the barrel shroud when, all of a sudden, you hear the familiar sound of Silco’s office door and footsteps of someone entering the room. You let the rifle near the door and search once again for your clothes, to be at least a bit presentable in front of the Eye of Zaun, not in a state that tells ‘I actually just got out of bed simply because I had nothing better to do.’ You just want to quickly give him a loving greeting and then go home for a bit, but you have just turned the nob of the bedroom’s door, when the office one is thrown open again, this time with a louder sound and other figures enter the room.

‘I’m busy’ Silco says with an annoyed voice.

After that, you hear the sound of someone’s body plopping on a chair, probably the one in front of the desk, and then a moment of silence. The voice of a certain person that you hate with all of your heart fills the room, setting a tense atmosphere that you can fell through the door.

‘When you took out Vander, - Finn starts saying – I thought, now here’s the man who understands how to run an enterprise. The attitude, the instinct, the eye… the whole package you were – always two steps ahead. But time’s loved you, old man’.

Cold blood starts to flow through your veins at his words, a clear provocation, but you decide anyway to slightly push the door to peek and see the situation for yourself. Silco is seated on his chair, with a glass of what you suppose is his usual whisky in his hand, scanning the room and looking at Finn with a reclined head, glancing in a menacing way in his direction.

‘You with him, are you?’ the rhetorical question of Silco completely ignores Finn and is directed to a person behind him, but they are covered by the bedroom’s door and out of your sight.

‘You screwed up, Silco’ – you know this voice, Renni, one of the chem-barons, not someone to underestimate.

Silco finishes his drink in one sip and sets the empty glass on the desk with a loud thud, before starting speaking with a calm but judging tone.

‘You are too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an enterprise… we had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now, I’m forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leech of their legacies’

Finn’s face is just partially visible to you, you are looking at his back mostly, but you can imagine his annoyed and bored expression facing Silco, not grasping a minimal hint from his words. Sevika, on the other hand, in clearly visible to you, standing behind Silco, a strange look on her face like she is battling with something inside her, eyes fixed on a random spot of the desk, lost in her thoughts but paying attention at the atmosphere at the same time.

An intense and cold shiver runs from your neck to the end of your back, travelling thought the spine as you sense that something is terribly wrong with the situation - Silco being so calm but pissed at the same time, Sevika giving mixed signals and Finn being the unpredictable asshole he always is. Without wasting a moment after this realization, you reach for the rifle making the lightest movements as possible to conceal your presence – the weight of the weapon in your hand and on the right shoulder gives you a moment of relief as you prepare yourself near the door, the tip of the barrel just slightly out of the door’s frame.

Situations of distress and danger are common in Zaun, you have never lived an entire day without the strange subtle feeling of constant notice of the surroundings, to catch potential threats, but this is different. Here is Silco the one that finds himself in an uncomfortable and dangerous position – Sevika is battling something inside her and doesn’t seem her usual self, always so strong, so decisive.

 ‘She is with them’

The thought strikes your brain as you are scrutinizing her through the lenses on the rifle – ‘No, impossible, Sevika has always been his right shoulder, his helper, his loyal guard… she would never…’ but a slight reflex of light on something interrupts your trail of thoughts.

Sevika is slowly taking out her sword from her mechanical arm, now covered with a red poncho – the sunlight had hit the weapon, sending its reflex to your direction, revealing her intensions to you.

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing. But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your leg to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

Sevika rises her drawn sword behind Silco, her red poncho opening like a swing and covering the back of Silco – a wild eagle ready to kill her pray from above.

‘That’s a risk I’ve known all my life… but I still believe in loyalty’

The exact moment in which Silco enounces the last word, the sharp blade of Sevika strikes down and you shoot. The familiar recoil of the rifle hits your shoulder, and a shocked and hurt expression appears on Sevika’s face, as your bullet hits her mechanical arm and not her face, the bullet’s trajectory changed by her sudden movement. Liquid shimmer starts to spill from the hole left by the shot and the woman looks in your direction, intercepting the rifle’s tip and locking her eyes with yours. Your face tells anger, delusion, and fear all together, but when you open the door, revealing yourself, what appears in front of you is completely different from what your heart was suffering for.

Finn is holding his throat, suffocated moans escaping from it, while blood spills from his neck, hands trying to stop the red flowing.

Silco is resting his head on one hand, heavy breathing for a moment that let intend his surprise and fear of what could have happened. But it lasts just for a couple of seconds before his two-coloured gaze sets again on Renni, the furious orange and black eye saying that there will be consequences for this.

‘I would have your son killed for this, though I suppose we are ahead on that account’ he says.

Renni doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, too focused on her failed plan and the urgent need to get out of the room as soon as possible – with trembling legs and an uncoordinated little run, she rushes out of the office, leaving a hurt Sevika, Silco and you alone.

You look at Silco, who has his eye fixed on the desk, still processing what has just happened before moving his head towards you. Eyes locking with eyes, emotions and feelings colliding, hearts pumping and sending signals to brains - his blue eye locks on yours, eyebrows raise with a surprised expression while he acknowledge your presence in the room. What strikes him is your position - legs open for stabilization, rifle still in position on your shoulder, aiming at Sevika while looking at him with intense eyes, a veil blurring your vision, anticipating tears of worries.

A soft oh escapes Silco's mouth - he parts his lips to say something but is interrupted by a shout

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU SHOT ME! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?” - Sevika retreats her sword and spits her words coming near you

“Oh, for Jenna! I am sorry Sevika, I am sorry… I thought you were…were… I mean, I know you would have never but…I mean…”

“I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT! YOU SHOT ME AND YOU WERE AIMING FOR THE FACE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAM MIND!?” Sevika arrives in front of you with heavy steps, eyes filled with range and fury, while holding the injured arm, stopping the shimmer from pouring all over the carpet.

“DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SHOUT AT ME SEVIKA! I WAS PROTECTING HIM! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CLEAR, NOT RISING YOUR FRICKING SWORD IN THAT WAY!”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Sevika and you are shouting in the middle of the office, right in front of Flinn's dead body, still on the chair, while his blood is clotting on his vest. Sevika is furious, her eyes are burning with hot flames coming straight from her soul.

“Did you really think I would have done something like that to him?! How can you be so stupid, for fuck’s sake”

“I…I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face, Sevika, I am sorry…”

“So, you think you can actually read my goddamn mind with just a simple glance at my face. What are you, a fucking psychic?”

You open your mouth to respond, offended by the woman's words and tone, but a soft paternalistic voice cuts you out.

“Children, quit it, arguing won't clean my office from this incompetent's dead body. Sevika, dispose of him. You stay, - and his eyes sets upon you - we need to have a little chat”

Sevika grunts in your face, fury still surrounding her, before silently carrying Finn’s body on one of her shoulders and out of the room. Once the door is closed behind her, Silco gets up to lock the door - a big red stain can be seen on the chair and little purple lines traces the previous movements of Sevika and her arm.

“I am sorry Silco. I thought you were going towards some serious trouble… I couldn't stand the idea of… I don't know… seeing you injured… or, worse, seeing you de…”

“Shut up” - his words cut your voice. “Sit down” Silco says, pointing his finger in his chair’s direction. His tone is demanding and doesn’t leave any possibility of reply – you proceed to sit on his tall chair, right in front of the greenish window, as Silco positions himself between you and the desk, leaning on the desk. His gaze is pointing, puzzling, set on your face, emotions blocked by his strong self-control.

“Do you understand what you were about to perform? Can you grasp what the consequences of your actions would have been? Shooting Sevika is not something that I would be so eager to experience in my office. Let’s hear what you have to say”

“I was getting ready to go home, before returning for dinner, when I heard some noises and saw what was going on. I relied on my instincts, and I grabbed the rifle – I hold the position but when I saw Sevika, I couldn’t hold myself… I misunderstood the situation… I thought you were in trouble…Silco I…”

“Instincts can be deceiving, sweetheart, and bring us on the wrong path. Allow me to explain the importance of self-control” – Silco stands up from the desk and approach you with a subtle smirk on his face. You tilt you head up to meet his eyes and give him a confused look, not understanding what is happening. Silco looks down and invites you to follow his gaze – still puzzled, you do so just to encounter his crotch right in front of your eyes. There is indeed a bulge forming in his pants.

“You see, sweetheart, what you cause me, appearing in my office with a rifle and nothing but my shirt and little panties on, just to ensure I was all right? I would bend you over right away to give you the punishment you merit for an action like that, making you cry until you come all over my desk, but I am controlling myself because I have something else in mind for you tonight.” – after his words, you actually become aware of you situation – seated on his chair, wearing just his black shirt and underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination while the smell of blood still hovers in the air. But the adrenaline of before still flows in your veins, greedy to find a way out of your body.

“Your self-control is impeccable as always, Sil, but I find myself rather drawn by your proposal of a punishment. I think you own me one, given my out-of-mind actions of before” – you say, imitating his vocal cadence.

“I normally would punish you in another way, but the sight of you all pretty seated on my chair is not something I want to waste today. Let’s say that you can start by taking it in your mouth, then we will see how to proceed”.

A smirk appears on his face, a lascivious blue eye set on your body, semi-exposed by the large shirt – looking at his expression, you find yourself impatience to discover your punishment.

Hi guysss! Hope you have enjoyed the story so far 😊

I leave you here the rifle's picture - it is the same as Caytlin's (love her weapon) but in the story it is a little modified by Jinx.

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(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

I'm gonna be playing devil's (Silco's) advocate for the near-end of the tea party scene because I've been going back and forth on this shit for the past week.

My thoughts: Silco didn't shoot at Vi with intentions to kill her, but rather to make her stop talking.

But wasn't he literally out to kill her before episode 9?? Yes, he was, but that was before Jinx knew she was alive. When she did find out, he gave up the hunt and redirected his focus to his daily routine.

Really, Silco just isn't stupid enough to kill Vi after that, much less in front of Jinx, even if he's high on adrenaline because unlike her, he is not impulsive. He knows Jinx is unpredictable, so there's no telling how she'll react if he did and if he can excuse his way out of it. And thanks to that tea party, he now also knows that there will always be a part of his daughter that yearns for Vi no matter how many baptisms he puts her through, similar to how he kept his respect for Vander.

But I would also like to point out that just like Jinx switching moods, Silco alternates between manipulative rat to protective father in 0.5 seconds. Before Jinx started spiraling, he was persuading her; when she confronted him about Vi, he told her to complete the weapon, etc. Yet the moment she shows signs of being on the verge of a breakdown, he puts her first—shooing her fears and doubts in his own twisted way, and not speaking over Vi's pleas to reach her when he's supposed to be the master of coercion. Instead he yells at Vi to 'shut up' because she has no idea what she was actually doing to her sister.

But Vi keeps going, and Silco desperately tries to break free from his ropes instead of talking—again, his specialty—to Jinx for what I assume is an attempt to go and comfort her (previous episodes suggest physical touch does that well). Unable to do so leaves him one option: the gun.

This is the part that made consider my main point. Before Jinx even fires, Silco aims and shoots.

The bullet goes not even remotely close to Vi's head or torso, but on the far side of her chair. Had she not moved, the most damaged would've been her arm. That shit was a warning shot.

Jinx killed him from a warning shot...

Y/N x NANAMI (SHIBUYA)

Reader with no gender specified

Hello everyone!

I wrote this fanfiction because Nanami is my favorite character and I like him and his story. I just want to say that are some light spoilers about shibuya, but there are not major spoilers. For the ones who have read the 13th and 14th manga, everything it's fine ahaha.

Just one thing:

Y/n is a sorcerer from the Tokyo Institute and she/he/they/* is a semi-grade one sorcerer. She/He/They/* has a tecnique that allows to "steal" and use someone's ability by using their weapons and/or demons. So she/he/them/* could posses Megumi's wolves and Nobara's hammer and use their tecnique. Of course, the more the ability and the target-sorcerer are powerful, the more difficult it is to use the tecnique.

That is all!

I hope you will like my fanfiction.

Love,

Caramellopeach xoxoxo

TW : There are some bad words, just because I think when someone is angry and worried it is more natural to say them.

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Shibuya.

That shit was like hell. There was fire everywhere and people were shouting from the underground station. Smoke and tears were all over your face and a large stain of blood was very visible on your uniform. Luckily it was not yours, but from one of the curses you killed. You were very tired and confused because the initial plan had failed and now you were left alone in that shithole.

According to the plan you should have stayed with Itadori to give him support and ensure that no demon was following him, and if it was, you should have killed it. But things went in a different way when a giant curse approched you and Itadori. It was a giant demon with a strange trunk and legs spider-like. You were disgusted and a little scared. That monster was very big and it emitted some type of smoke that didn't seen safe at all, so you shouted at Itadori to go on and keep running, you would have ended that. The boy smiled at you, thanked and with big jump over passed the creature.

After the fight you were breathing eavily and were trying to catch your breath. The fight was not too much difficult but the weak spot of the curse was not so easy to find and you didn't have anyone else tecnique to imitate or any other curse object to take. That was so frustating also because you were not so good with the heavy sword you were carrying.

"When I return I will ask Maki to help me with that." You said to yourself.

You started to go the way Itadori went before, pretty sure you would have cached him up. But out of nowhere a giant body of water invested you and throw you on the wall behind you. You lost your breath when your back hit the brick wall and a strong pain spread throughout your body. "What the fuck?! What was that!?". You stood up and your legs felt like butter, so you were again on the floor. With a strong will you raised up and hold on a handrail, you wanted to see what was going on. The room near the one you were in was fulled with water and everything was wet. A large black sphere was in the center of the room and you immediately recognised a domain, a strong domain but you could not determine who that was. You leaned on the wall, that wet mass from before was too much for your already stressed body.

You were began to gently faint but you also knew that you needed to help, to support your friends and fight. You started to analyse the domain, to see if there was any weak spot, even thought you knew it was not that easy. What else could you have done? You didn't even have a tecnique on your own. In cases like that you felt hopeless and unuseful, not capable to fight. If Nanami would had been there, he would have gently hugged you and strocking your hair, he would have said you were just tired and that for him you were the best fighter in the world. Ahh how much you missed his touch, you would have sure used one of his hugs right now.

You were about to lose your hope when suddenly someone entered the room and shouted at you.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!”

You turned your head to see Fushiguro in a rush running towards you with a worried expression on his face.

“Yes, I’m okay, just a little confused… who is supposed to be around here according to the plan?”

“From what I remember, Maki and Nanami should be here.”

Nanami? You opened your eyes wide because of the surprise. Your boyfriend was here and in great danger apparently. Your heart started to beat really fast, more than before and you were terrible worried about the conditions of Nanami and also Maki.

“What?! Fushiguro we need to enter the domain! We need to save them!”

“There is something I could try but I am not sure it will work… Stay behind me.”

Sea breeze was the first thing you smelled when you entered the domain. Fresh, salted air was blowing in your face and a strangely hot light was all over your body. You didn’t know how but Megumi opened an entry in the domain and the two of you went inside. That guy was a very powerful sorcerer and you were sure he would have become a great man once adult. After your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a curse with the aspect of a muscled human, but it had the face of a mollusk, with tiny trunks instead of a nose. When you entered with Megumi, the creature didn’t notice you but the others did and they all understood that approaching Megumi was their way out. For one second Nanami’s eyes met with yours and his tired face became all of a sudden really worried but also forceful at the same time.

“Everyone, go near Fushiguro’s feet!” shouted the blonde sorcerer. Maki started to run together with an old sorcerer whose name you didn’t know but he seemed very powerful, even though he was missing an arm and was bleeding all over the place. Maki was successful and escaped from the domain first, followed by the old man. Nanami was a bit later and you were waiting for him, reaching out for him to help the exit from that strange place. The creature didn’t stand still as he understood what the foes were doing and it started attacking by emitting fish demons from its body. Nanami were caught by one and the little monster reached his leg and with sharpen teeth started to bite his leg. Nanami yelled in pain as he stopped moving and killed the enemy with his weapon. When he stood up, his leg was completely covered in blood and he was limping a bit. He could have never reached the exit, so your feet started to move on their own as you ran to him without even you sword.

“Y/N! STAY HERE! COME ON! I AM NOT GONNA HOLD MUCH LONGER!” Yelled Megumi as the hole below his feet started to become little second by second.

“LOVE! RUN AWAY! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T COME HERE!” Nanami was shouting at you as well, but you weren’t hearing nothing, you were just thinking about losing the love of your life, losing that one person that made everything easy and light, the one that could swipe away your problem with just a few words, the only person that you were sure was proud of you, even though you weren’t… the person that made you hoping for a future, even though you were a bit of a cynical, the only person that was allowed to see you at your lowest.

With that thought in mind you run towards him and helped him walking, putting your arm around his wide back to give him support. With an enormous fatigue you reached Megumi and, as the hole was closing, Nanami and you exited the domain, immediately followed by Megumi.

After just a few second the domain closed on itself and left nothing but a small trace of black smoke behind. Apparently, the domain was called by the old sorcerer and when he exited it, he then closed it and the creature inside was crashed with it. You were painting and the smell of blood was so strong that it was repulsive and you tried to get away from it but two strong arms carried you back.

“Just two seconds darling, let me hold you close for a moment. I was afraid I might have lost you”. The smell of Nanami’s cologne arrived at you and his scent immediately calmed your nerves. You were on his lap and his arms were hugging you from behind, while his face was buried in your neck.

“JESUS CHRIST NANAMI! YOU FUCKING SCARED ME! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RUN AWAY AND LEAVE YOU THERE!? ARE YOU CRAZY!? YOU ARE ALSO INJURED AND YOU LEG IS COMPLETELY COVERED IN BLOD! WHAT SHOULD I HAV…ARE YOU LAUGHING?!”

Nanami started to laugh and his face brightened up as he hugged you even more. When he laughed, your heart opened and tears started to go down your face. All the stress, the anxiety and the fatigue flew away and you were left with your most vulnerable self.

“Shh, it is okay honey…don’t worry darling…I am here now…”

Tears were dropping from your eyes and you couldn’t stop them. It was too painful and your heart was crying with worried thought. You felt the warmth of Nanami’s body against yours and his hand began to gently stroke your hair, while he was giving you little kiss on the neck to calm you down. Nanami was a very intimate but shy person and the fact that he was doing PTSD in public was very strange, but apparently he was so worried that right now all that matters was you and your safety.

“I thought I lost you Nanami…” you said to him.

“I will always be there for you, my love. I am sorry you were so worried, I hope you are not injured at all…Let me take a look” Nanami made you turn around, it was so easy for him to lift you up, and when he noticed the stain of blood he immediately stopped and with a serious gaze said:

“Who did this to you?”

“Nanami it is okay, it’s from some curses, it’s not mine… but I think I might have cracked some ribs during the battle…”

“Lift you uniform and let me see:”

“NANAMI! NOT NOW!” Nanami started to lift your shirt, but Megumi interrupted him and asked for orders.

Nanami stood up and helped you standing near him. After some minutes of speaking the group decided to follow the plan, so you all togheter went to the upper level of the subway to find help for the old sorcerer and to allow Megumi's wolves to gather information about what was going on.

While the others were running towards the exit of the station, you and Nanami were a little behind, he was limping a bit too much and your ribs were spreading pain throughout your chest, not allowing your breath to be completely normal and steady.

"Love, love, wait a second" asked the man with a soft voice. He took your hand and kissed it, while gently strocking your hair. "Today I was terrible worried and the fact that you were not with me made me just more angry and scared. I don't want to lose you and if anything happens to you I will never forgive myself. From now on I want you to stay behind me and hide, you don't have to fight. I could never go on without you."

Nanami looked into your eyes and you saw his were a bit watery, so you took his hand and placed it on your waist, hugging him from the neck. The difference between yours and his heights was so much that you had to stay on tip-toe to reach him, while he was leaning towards you with his face buried in your neck.

"I love you, y/n" and after that, Nanami went for a kiss. It was gently and warm, just like every other of his kisses, but this time there was also a sad note, a desperate need to be with you and to be as near to you as possible. When the blonde sorcerer kissed you, it was like a new start, a new day and feelings went through your body. A feeling of love, warm, gently touch and softness. It was your favorite thing in the world kissing him. His hand was on your cheek and the right arm was hugging your chest into a lovely grip.

“I love you too, silly overtime guy.” “No, no, okay... We agreed you would have never called me like that again.” “Ahahah, but you are…” “No, okay, that’s it.” And picking you up, Nanami dragged you and your ass outside the station.

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"We can't change what fate has in store for us. But we don't have to face it alone" Mel, 1x6

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"Quiet moments" (Fluff, for anyone)

Summary: the different characters of Arcane show affection during quiet moments.

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Silco

"A needed relief" (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: After a shitty day and a failed experiment, Silco returns to his office to find a way to release his tension.

"Loyalty" (SMUT, MDNI)

Part 1 - Part 2

Set during Finn's death scene

lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

Put the Pen Down

Masterlist | AO3 link

Rating: Mature

Tags: Silco, gn!reader; fluff; domestic fluff; established relationship; chronic migraines; hurt/comfort;

Word count: 1.1k

Betas: @juniper-sunny @medic-simp

“You need to rest.”

“No, I need to finish this.”

“No. You. Need. To. Rest.” You come around to his chair, hand featherlight on his hunched shoulder. Leaning forward to meet his eyes, your voice is as soft as your touch. “Put the pen down, Silco.”

A curt exhale puffs out of Silco's nostrils at that. Always stubborn. Unyielding. But you can tell by the way his good eye twitches and his hands keep balling into fists that you're right—that the aura is fucking with his vision and soon that will give way to pain.

From there, it's just a matter of time before he's spiraling into a frenzied rage. Angered that these chronic migraines have taken yet another day from him. That they have laid waste to all his meticulous plans, his precise strategies. That they come about with no warning, no discernable pattern. For all his brilliance, no amount of strategizing can stop the Chemtank engine of a migraine as soon as it's on a collision course with him. No bargaining or smooth talking can compete with the crashing wave that is an attack from his own brain.

It's the one way he's utterly powerless.

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