Your so nice ;-;
okay hum, anyway
reader is one of silcos main guards, right?
I’ve had the idea of reader having a notebook/diary (idk) that’s just FILLED with things about silco
ex.
how he likes his coffee
how his eyes look amazing
And maybe there’s some sketches of him
and reader accidentally leaves it somewhere, and Silco finds it, and he confronts reader.
and the rest is up to you
(if you choose to do it ofc)
also sorry for the long request
Hohohohohohohohohooooooo this shit is my jam. I actually have a fic that has something similar going on, but not really? It's about Scar though and he doesn't have a big fan base. But holy shit my broha, this is my time!!!
SFW
You took this job to be part of what you thought was a group of badasses. You were tired of living on the streets, fighting for food and a place to sleep, fighting to live. The security, the pay, not wondering where your next meal was coming from? Yeah it was worth taking the job, but really, you were a glorified babysitter.
Silco was nothing to scoff at and Sevika was never too far, but you were there when she wasn't. You got to see all the things that no one else got to see, not even Sevika and that was because she wasn't willing to do things like you did.
Like make coffee, make sure there was always a clean glass and a cut cigar on his desk every morning. Keeping Jinx from painting the entire office but finding her little things she could take apart and toy with or decorate her little 'lair'. Little things like that. But most of the day, you'd sit on the couch in the office, listening to Silco's pen scratch on paper or he'd talk to you about an issue, get a second opinion.
Then one day, Jinx came waltzing in with a little book she had stolen, holding it out to you. "You like to leave doodles on my papers for me, thought maybe you could have your own book." You did leave her doodles, but that was so she would smile. When she cried or was upset, Silco became stressed and that made you stressed.
"Oh." You noticed that she had already taken the liberty of writing your name on the front with blue and pink letters, with an angry monkey face next to the words 'KEEP OUT'. You chuckled. "Thanks, kiddo. Did you steal a two pack and I am getting the extra?"
"Can't a girl be nice?" She clasped her hands behind her back and backed away, slowly leaving, braids swaying around her legs.
You turned the little notebook around in your hands and shrugged at Silco. At least she wasn't being antagonistic towards you like she was towards Sevika.
"Mighty kind of you, Jinx." Silco said, lighting his cigar as he looked between you both. You could almost see the wheels of thoughts turning in his mind.
See, that is where this whole thing started. You were given a book and to pass time, you began to write things in it. Then came the doodling that turned into artistic studies.
But when you spent most of your time with one person and his little ticking bomb of a daughter, you had limited models. You'd write your observations on Silco, how he acted, how he spoke, the way he'd interact with certain people.
Then, you noticed that most of your drawings were of his hands. His eyes...the way he smirked when you made a quip. Your entries changed too. Observations became ponderings, wishes, thoughts on him. They were soft and almost juvenile. Growing up on the streets, crushes weren't on your mind when you were just trying to survive another day. But now? Oh, the way he would hold his cigar. It just did something for you. To you.
As time went on, the more time you spent in his presence, the worse it got and you'd find yourself staring at him when he wasn't looking. You also became very overly protective of him and a couple of his visitors got their faces slammed on the desk when they spoke poorly to him. Silco would watch with that cool gaze, but it was almost approving when he looked at you.
And then, the entries became fantasies. Almost embarrassingly sad and an atonement to your loneliness and want of him. But no one would see this book, it was just for you, for you to get things out of your head so you could move on. You just were not moving on from him.
After a particularly long day of dealing with Sevika's bad mood, Ren getting into a bar fight you had to help end, and Jinx being, well, Jinx, you had said your goodnights to Silco, dragging yourself home and into the shower. The warm water made you shiver in delight as it relaxed you and a long sigh left you- before it turned into a gasp of horror.
You left your notebook in the office.
Maybe no one would notice or they'd respect your privacy. Then you thought of the people who you worked with and knew that was not going to happen. Someone was going to read it and they would find your dirty secret.
You cut your shower short and tried to keep your calm as you went back to the office, trying to get through the bar without being noticed, in case someone had already found it and you had to change your name and face and skip town.
When you peaked your head in, it was dark and quiet, giving you a sense of relief. No one was there- but the notebook was gone. Oh, shit. Oooh, shit. You rubbed your face and tried taking deep breaths. Maybe Jinx mixed it up with hers or it got moved and nobody read it. Another deep breath and you slipped into the office, closing the door and looking around the table to see if you could find it, moving couch cushions and checking other surfaces.
A voice from behind you made your spin stiffen and your eyes widen, footsteps approaching you. "-today he spoke with his hands a lot. I couldn't stop staring at them. Powerful, yet full of grace, conniving. Those hands are building a new path for Zaun, for us all. I wonder what they would feel like on bare skin." You heard a book slam closed and as the footsteps came closer, you could feel the heat of another body. "And there is a lovely picture to go with it." It was Silco's voice right next to you ear and it both aroused you and frightened you.
"I can explain-" If you turned around, you would turn into a blubbering mess, begging for forgiveness for your lechery.
"Oh, I am sure you could do more than that, my dear." You felt a rumble from his chest and it registered in your brain that he was pressed against you, holding up the sinful book for you to see. "You have many theories about my hands. Invigorating read."
Your eyes went to the notebook and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. "You're not angry?"
"Ah, no. In fact." His lips touched the shell of your ear. "Would you like to see what these hands could really do?"
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