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𝒯𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒 - A Silco cRAcKfiC

Silco x GN!Reader Year of the OTP Event: July Prompt “Vacation Together”

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences || WC: 1582

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White. That’s all you can see. Blinding white. Never did you think you would ever see such a thing. Actually, you’re not sure you can see it, the glare is too much, you might be going blind.

Silco is stretched out on a long chair, something you’d find at an island resort, and Silco is decked out for the occasion. Wearing naught but a speedo that does absolutely nothing to hide his non-existence of ass, Silco is kicked back tanning. Of course, it isn’t the sun that slowly tears away your ability to see, it’s his chest. Silco’s chest. It’s like glass the way it reflects the light into your eyes, a smooth sheet of paper of a body.

Silco’s eyes open and he sits up on his elbows, squinting at you past a fashionable pair of sunglasses. Immediately you hiss, the light bouncing off his pale skin officially charring your retinas.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t!” you wail, shielding your eyes. Your hand is useless as the rays of Silco’s tinfoil-like skin peek past your fingers, pins of hot light pricking your face and eyes.

“Don’t, don’t, don't, don't you have some sunglasses?” Silco spits, grabbing a towel from the beach bag and wrapping it around himself, covering the blinding, shiny white that covers his body like saran wrap.

The man stands and cocks his hips to one side, resting a spindly hand on the joint and looking at you pointedly behind his own shades. The streak of sun cream running down the blade of his nose accentuates his facial angles and adds a bit of charm to his otherwise wince-inducing glare.

“Darling, you’ve seen me naked as sin countless times, what is so different this time around?”

He looks a little bit girlish with one hand holding the towel corners together just under his collarbone, like if the towel were to drop he’d flush red and scream, and he actually looks naked with the towel covering his swim bottoms.

“Nothing’s different,” you sigh, mimicking his hand-on-hip as you walk over to him. “It’s only that you button up nearly from head to toe every day and Zaun doesn’t get very much sunshine.” You reach into the beach bag and pull out the sun cream bottle. “Certainly not as much sunshine as they get here in Ionia…” Silco looks at you expectantly, not satisfied with your explanation.

“You’re a sheet of tin foil under the sun, Snow White,” you mumble. The kingpin rolls his eyes.

You’re quick to change the topic, not letting Silco indulge in a bad mood on his vacation. The sun cream bottle snaps open and you lather the whiteness on your hands.

“Again, love?” Silco asks, eyebrows raised and nose wrinkled slightly in disdain. “I just put some on five minutes ago,” he groans, but you aren’t having it. “Sit down, Sil, I need to get your shoulders before they burn and you get cancer or something.”

He plops down onto the beach chair, his acquiescence visibly reluctant, and you can only be reminded of a child with the way he whines about sunscreen reapplication. You knead the cream into his shoulders, making sure to get that spot just next to his armpit where you can see the redness where he missed it himself.

“I know you hate it, but we might as well get the rest of you,” you grumble, and just when you don a pair of very very very thick sunglasses, Silco slaps your sunscreen-y hand away from him.

“I don’t need it,” he insists, sitting up and dropping the towel, giving you one last indignant snort before marching off to the tide. You’re thankful for the sunglasses; you can actually see Silco! For about fifteen seconds at a time… the brightness of his pale skin is still an overwhelming force to be reckoned with.

Watching him stomp into the water though, you are reminded how fantastic he actually looks in his speedo. Normal swimming boxers would likely be too baggy and awkward on his skinny frame, but the speedo fits perfectly. The only downside, as previously stated, is the total lack of ass. You can’t see it. You squint at Silco from a distance as he dips his toes in the small shore waves, and you’re unsure of where his back ends and his legs begin. The speedo itself does a decent job of pointing to the general direction, Silco’s thin hips narrow down the possible area, but from there it’s anyone’s guess. Hell if yours will be correct.

To your complete and genuine shock however, Silco tans. He tans very well. It’s the best tan you’ve ever seen, and it somehow makes his ass visible. Despite its geometrical concaveness, the tan accentuates the slight round of his rump, two little rings of the sun’s highlight sparkle on each cheek and, for a moment you think, audibly twinkle. And you aren’t the only one amazed by the tan. There’s a loud fog of whispers that follow Silco wherever he goes, people in hushed fascination at his beautiful skin and even someone commenting that his ass “looks so firm you could bounce a coin off of it.” A good theory to test sometime.

Upon returning to Zaun from Silco’s much-needed break, you both discover the horrible downside to Silco’s amazing tan: a tan only looks good in the proper environment. In the undercity’s sunshine-less streets, phosphorescent fissures, and lamp-lit rooms, Silco looks as if Jinx ran out of pink and blue markers and resorted to a muddled shit-brown color to draw all over her father with. In fact, she hardly recognizes him when he comes back.

You’ve never seen Sevika genuinely smile, but when she left Silco’s office, after checking in for the first time since his return, you could have sworn there was an amused grin on those savage lips.

Unfortunately, as much as you would love for Silco to at least feel like he’s rocking his tan, he doesn’t. And thus, avoids meetings until it fades enough to not be too noticeable. Make people question if the lighting in the room changed, not his skin.

It is a fascinating thing to behold physically, his skin retains the heat of the tan exceptionally well. His torso is hot to the touch, his skin is a healthy bronze glow, and his ass still looks great.

“Hon, just hold still,” you plead, aiming at tossing one of the many coins in your hand directly at Silco’s shiny butt, clad in speedo yet again. His head whips over his shoulder, looking at you incredulously. His waist moves as he does so and you miss your mark, quarter clattering to the floor pathetically.

“Hold still?!” Silco pushes off his desk, which he was originally leaning against, and pulls the hem of his shirt down to cover his nearly bare junk and bum. “You’re throwing blasted coins at my ass and you have the audacity to tell me to hold still?!”

You sit back on your haunches with a sigh, letting your remaining coins fall back into your pocket as Silco fumes, stomping indignantly to the bedroom to get his pants.

“This is ridiculous,” he continues, “never should have gone to that beach.” You can hear the dresser being opened violently and then shoved closed again.

“Sil, you needed the vacation, and what else am I supposed to do with this stunning tushie of yours? Not test the bounce ability?”

You can hear his eyes roll in the scoff Silco breathes out as he comes back into the office, black boxers peeking out from behind the buttons he’s working on the front of his pants.

“It’s an illusion, darling,” he sighs, finally done fiddling with his pants and leaning against the desk once again, only facing you this time. “My tushie has no more bounce ability than it did before the Ionia trip.” As a means of showing you proof, Silco pivots his small waist to show you the side profile of his ass, and, sadly, it is still rather flat.

“I acquiesce,” you hum, standing back up with a hand from Silco, but his hand stays out once you’re back on your feet.

“What?” you ask, looking down at his hand and back to his face, your eyebrows curling oddly when his fingers twitch in a “give” motion.

Then it clicks.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your coins, placing them in Silco’s hand with a depressing clink.

“I’m sorry to confiscate these, darling.” Silco’s hand travels to the inside of his vest, and he secures the quarters, dimes, and nickels all in an inner pocket. “As much as I love you, I just can’t trust you with coins and my back turned.”

“Touché,” you mutter, muting the é to make it sound like you’ve said “tushie” again, and while Silco is busy giving you an unamused glare, you quickly slap his ass and run.

The only way you can describe the sound it made was a flat, dry, whumpf, the slight looseness of Silco’s pants giving the sound an airy texture, like someone jumping onto a fluffy bed and the blankets underneath letting out the air underneath them.

It replays over and over in your head as you dash down the hall, thunder down the stairs, and get caught by Silco. He’s speechless from your profane display, and all he can do is sputter out a few indignant words.

“D-don’t slap my tushie like that!”

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