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Chapter I

Silco is a very important man with a very peculiar problem: An unruly, delinquent daughter jeopardizing his aspirations with her impulsive recklessness and constantly at odds with his supporters and employees because of it. Between building his budding empire, running his (less than) reputable business, and maintaining the careful balance of his power structure, he can't seem to be able to connect with her the way he feels a father should. The solution could lie in the most unexpected of places-- a mouthy underling far closer to his daughter's age than his own-- but might end up causing a very different type of problem for him-- one that puts him into some very compromising positions.

AO3 mirror: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39586455/chapters/99093885

“And what would you know about having a daughter?”

Silco sits rigid in the leather chair, his back straight and stiff and markedly regal– a perfect vision of the unwavering authority of a king. One sharp blue eye regards you coldly, his other mutilated with corruption and burning with all the orange intensity of a collapsing star. His imposing nature is only slightly stifled by the array of trinkets scattered across his desk, littered with childlike drawings in pastel colors. A reminder that, no matter how dangerous and tyrannical he may be, he is also a father– one who loves his beloved daughter deeply.

Still, he exudes an air of impatience. His voice is daring– mocking almost. Less a question and more of a demand. There’s a slight edge to it, as if he cannot fathom how someone so beneath him could dare to interject on his personal matters. Calling out your unmitigated gall with one little sentence and a carefully composed tone.

And technically, he’s right. You’re only in this room because you were one of the few people left alive– and that’s it . A glorified memo. Printed text given human form and constantly reminded of the inconvenience your voice causes. You are solely here to report what you’ve seen and leave and get out of his hair like a good grunt should. Speaking out of turn about anything else requires a certain level of audacity that borders on the clinically insane, especially given your present company.

Yet, even knowing this truth, the words had still left the safety of your tongue and teeth before you had the full chance to contemplate the consequence of the action.

“Not much, I guess. I don’t have kids.” You shrug out of sheer anxiety, trying to dismiss the blatant chill in his demeanor and not take it too personally. One doesn’t become king of the underworld by skirting the point. Besides, it’s too late to shut your mouth now. Might as well follow through with your initial thoughts on the matter, especially since it does technically pertain to the matter at hand. “But I am one– A daughter, that is. Not a kid, obviously.”

Despite your clumsy manner of speech, the sentiment seems to give him pause. His lips thin into a purse, forehead furrowing as his brows knit momentarily, running what you’ve said through his mind. He seemingly digests your words before leaning back in his chair, apparently finding them worthy of considering. He entwines his fingers together in a way that just screams ‘I am a ruthless business man and you have my attention. Use it wisely.’

“Very well. What would you suggest then?”

Hells. You really should have thought through what you were planning to say before you said it. All you can do now is word-vomit out the point and hope it comes across as semi-coherent. Silco has an unruly daughter causing him problems. You were an unruly daughter that liked to cause problems at one point.

You’re trying to be helpful here. Honest.

“You can’t force it like this, for starters,” You shift uncomfortably in your chair, trying to think of a sure-fire way to get across the point in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you’re criticizing him right out of the gate. “Girls– Look, we like our privacy, and having our dads burst into our space hissing and yelling at any given time– or all the time– can really start to breed some negative feelings. Jinx seems like an assertive girl. If she’s hiding from you, she probably doesn’t want to be found. You need to give her time to think things over and reflect on her own. She knows you’re upset.”

He hums quietly, mulling it over for a moment. He doesn’t look angry, which is all you can ask for, really.

“Is that all then?”

“Praise.”

He quirks a dark, narrow brow in your direction. It doesn’t help that he’s so effortlessly intimidating.

“Everything she’s doing, she’s doing for you. She might not necessarily be going about it the right way, but it’s clear she wants to impress you and she’s working her ass off to do it. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, boss. Honestly. Positive reinforcement. Praise the things she’s doing correctly rather than admonishing the ones she’s not—Or at least more often. Being yelled at and scolded constantly really isn’t helpful after a certain degree. It’s just demeaning.”

“A curious observation.” He nods, looking at the ceiling for a moment before returning his gaze right back on you. “And do you speak on behalf of all daughters when you suggest this or is it a more—“ You swear a ghost of a grin plays on his mouth, but perhaps you imagine it. Silco doesn’t smile, and he most certainly doesn’t smile at you. “—personal preference?”

“People in general, really.”

“Is that so? I have found that firm discipline yields the best results.”

“Maybe in certain situations, but it’s different with kids and their parents– not that I’m questioning you or anything. It’s just– well, when I was her age, it only made me more rebellious and likely to act out when my dad whipped out the proverbial rod all the time.”

“A trait not fully ironed out with passing years, I see.”

You flush slightly, hoping the mix of poor lighting and smoke conceals the blush of humiliation blooming in your cheeks. If he notices, he says nothing, but keeps his eyes on you, looking at you like he’s only truly seeing you for the first time. Fairly, this makes you squirm all the more. He’d never even spoken to you before and now you have his full and undivided attention on a rather personal matter.

“Spare the rod, spoil the child.” He eventually speaks again when you don’t respond to his jest, sighing as he reaches forward to take a cigar between his slender fingers. “Still, I will admit my present methods have been… ineffective. You seem knowledgeable and insightful. Perhaps you do have a point and I have simply been too hard on her.”

That’s huge from a man like Silco. It's especially huge that he would admit this to a low-level worker in his employ when he could have just as easily told you to fuck off and taken your advice quietly and without any admission on his part. It shouldn’t make you this happy– it’s almost embarrassing, really, reacting this way to his praise. You’ve got to swallow down the slight victorious squeal and instinctive grin that tugs at your lips.

“I guess just give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, You can go ahead and punish me for giving piss-poor advice.”

It’s meant as a joke to ease your own personal tension, but he maintains a perfectly straight face as he places the cigar between his lips and flicks the lighter, his good eye glowing ominously with the reflection of the flame.

“Oh, I shall .”

Oh. You think you will be keeping your mouth shut next time you’re around him. And forever, while you’re at it. Silco’s idea of punishment isn’t really something you’d like to become intimate with.

And then, without skipping a beat, he waves you off without a second glance.

“That will be all. Return to your duties. I’ll have you brought to me again, should you be needed.”

He whirls his chair back towards the window and away from you, concealing him from your vision, impressing the finality of the conversation. A thin trail of smoke swirls up from the cigar, and if you look carefully enough, you can see the burning yellow core in the window– and his equally intense attention still fixed on you in the reflection.

“Umm— Yeah, sure– Of course. Um–” You scramble out of the chair, narrowly avoiding tripping over your own two feet as you stand and smooth out the wrinkles in your clothing. Rather than leaving, as you probably should, you open your big mouth one last time. “Good luck with it, Mr. Silco. I hope– I hope you and Jinx can reconcile. She seems like a good girl, and you– you’re a good dad for caring the way you do. Better than most.”

God, why did you say that? Why the fuck did you just say that?

“A good girl, hmm?”

You could swear he repeats the words lowly through a whisper, and the pin-point prickle in your cheeks nearly has you throwing up from mortification at yourself. Just the way he says it, you—

You’re not going to think about that right now. Absolutely not.

Your hands are on the doorknob and you’re throwing yourself through the door before you can make a bigger ass of yourself in front of the king of the underground.

You only hope he forgets your name and face and everything about you after this.

#Morgana and friends #silco x reader #silco x y/n #First chapter is tame #not worried about it #please see the archive mirror for future warnings #or maybe I'll find a way to add them in a way that doesn't BL me #I love my silly little covers for the stories leave me alone #AND BEFORE ANYONE GETS ON MY ASS ABOUT NOT WRITING ANYTHING ELSE #THIS WAS PREWRITTEN MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS AGO #LIKE LAST YEAR #I just never got around to posting it lmao

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hotchley · 2 years

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I actually can’t believe we’re here, but my blog has turned two! It’s been two years of ups and downs in my personal life, but two years of fandom love, growth in my writing and only one piece of anon hate!

And lots and lots of love and friends. So thank you all. The celebration is long so I’ll cut to the chase.

It’s running from June 30th-July 20th. Be patient as it may take me some time to get everything done

Everything will be tagged as “happy birthday hotchley” so you can either find it easily/blacklist it

No abusive relationships, keep it SFW and please don’t ask for anything related to food or self harm of any kind

If I follow your side blog and you follow me from your main, that counts as mutuals

Send as many as you want! But my stuff for LS/YR/TM may be less good because I’m less adjusted so just be warned.

It’s split into fandom and my novel just to make things simpler for me and anyone requesting

Everyone (anons welcome!):

fandom: [i'll do: criminal minds (s1-10), 911: lone star (all seasons), young royals, the mentalist (s1-3)]

💐 and a character/ship for a happy headcanon

🌷 and a character/ship for a sad headcanon

🌻 and a character/ship for a song that reminds me of them

🌼 and i’ll hand letter either a word or your url for you

🌹 and i’ll share one sentence from a wip

🪷and a fic idea i'm yet to write but that lives in my head rent free

🌸and i'll give you a directors cut of a fic/scene from a fic

🌺 and cast your mutuals as

novel:

🌲a random piece of information about the character

🌵 scene/line i enjoyed writing

🌳a scene/line i hated writing

🌴director’s cut of scene/chapter

🌱my favourite thing about character(s)/relationship(s)

🌿 my least favourite thing about character(s)/relationship(s)

🍀 a song that reminds me of character(s)/relationship(s)

Mutuals:

🪐 and i will give you a song that reminds me of your blog

☄️and i will give you a picture from one of my pinterest boards that reminds me of you

🚀and i will hand letter you a quote (please tell me if there’s a specific one, or a sort of theme you’d like me to stick to!)

🌕and i’ll write you a little love letter

💫and i will tell you about my favourite fic of yours (or headcanon, depending)

💥and a ship/character and i will shuffle my playlist and create an AU with the first viable song that plays

🌙and i will tell you about a scene or character trait from my novel that reminds me of you

🌏and i will draw you a little something- my art skills are very limited so this is more so we can all have a good time

I don’t have the words to say thank you, but I hope you all know I love you and am so grateful for all of you that have stuck around even as I’ve been absent and only ever complaining. You’re all amazing friends

Tagging some mutuals for signal boosting! @hotchgan @ellyhotchner @eldrai @skeleton-squid-boy @whump-town @masterwords @louisaland @olivinesea @natasha-barton @sodone-withlife @themetaphorgirl @sapphiics @theblackberrygirl

#happy birthday hotchley #hopefully i won't change my url mid celebration #like last year #also this is #queue #ish i scheduled it for 12 #so hopefully i'll be asleep i'm getting vaccinated in the morning and need to be well rested #but it's also 11:21 #so

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