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yuria1 · 11 months

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Bwahaha omg astrid i love you

Hey Silco would you still love Astrid if she was a worm? What about you Astrid?

That entirely depends.

On what?!?! You already said once before that you’d still love me even if I were a fish.

A worm is not a fish.

I assumed the sentiment would carry over to other animals??!

As a general rule of thumb, you should never assume anything in life, dear. Worms are significantly less appealing than fish.

Ooooh I see. So your love for me is based on how appealing you find my form?

No, that is an entirely—

Never thought of you as being so shallow—

—If I might be allowed an opportunity to defend myself?

Sure sure. Go ahead. Be my guest… 🧐

...As I was attempting to explain, if you were to transform into a worm right this second then of course I would still love and care for you. As I assume you would for me?

wELL as A geNErAl RuLe oF THumb yOu sHOuld neveR aSsUME aNYtHinG—

—Yes alright, you’ve made your point.

Well yeah ‘course I would. I’d put you in a little worm house and feed you garbage everyday.

That’s very kind. However, if you were a worm when we first met, then I’m not entirely sure our relationship would have developed as it has.

How do you know that?

…I am fairly certain—

You can’t possibly know that we wouldn’t still have ended up together if one of us was a worm.

Are you honestly insinuating that had you found a worm on my chair the first time you walked into my office you would—

Was it wearing a tie?

I— what?

A neck tie? Like yours?

I don’t see how that makes a dif—

Because if I walked into a room and saw a worm wearing a neck tie then actually yeah I’d have definitely made conversation with it.

…?!

Well wouldn’t you?? It isn’t every day you see a worm in people’s clothing.

I fear we’re getting off topic.

Nonono, no we aren’t. This is all very relevant. Are you saying that if a literal worm knocked on your office door — opened said door by itself — and then came in carrying a bottle of bourbon, you wouldn’t be a little curious about that worm and it’s life story?

I— Quite frankly I think I’d be horrifically disturbed.

Well sure, it’s a nightmarish mental image, but you’d engage with the worm, yeah? You wouldn’t just ignore it.

Well I— I suppose—

And therefore if you had engaged with worm-Astrid, she would have eventually won your friendship with her sparkling conversation and winning personality. Right?

…You’re taking an awful lot of liberties with this imaginary scenario.

It’s still me. I am the worm. It has my personality and charm. Unless of course you’re so superficial that you won’t even engage platonically with someone you found physically unappealing—

Fine. Very well. I would still have befriended you had you been a worm. But it wouldn’t have evolved into anything romantic—

Yeah but how do you know though?

For Gods’ sake now you’re just being ridiculous

Am I though? Did you know you were going to fall in love with me when you met me?

Well… no…

It happened over time, right? The more you got to know me, the more you loved me. How do you know that you wouldn’t also fall in love with worm-me given the time to do so?

…

Darling one. Love of my life. Treasure of my heart. Would you be so kind as to tell me exactly what I need to do to end this conversation as swiftly as possible and have you leave me be?

Admit that it’s entirely feasible that you could have fallen in love with me even if I was a worm all along.

It is entirely feasible that I could have fallen in love with you had you been a worm all along.

Thank you. Now let’s talk about the fact that none of these issues came up when I was a hypothetical fish—Gods above and below his woman was sent by Vander to finish the job—Does this mean that you’re totally cool with the idea of romancing a fish?

I’m not going to justify—

Have you attempted to romance a fish in the past?

I’m getting a migraine—

Been on down to the aquarium looking for a hot date?

Do you ever tire of being so insufferable?

No need to get defensive. I’m not here to judge your sexuality.

If you think I won’t physically evict you from this office then you are sorely mistaken.

Hey here’s a fun fact — did you know that sharks have two dicks? What am I saying, of course you knowhey! If you’re gonna manhandle me at least make it kinky—

#pls not this T^T #i cant breathe #astrid why #poor silco #can't you see the man is getting a headache #lmao i love these two #rip silco's sanity #astrid you go girl #pls the mental image of a fucking WORM in a TIE #dont lie silco #the worm would be very intruiging #especially with her radiant worm eyes she'll defenitely have

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yuria1 · 11 months

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I am ever so grateful to whoever asked this. My god, i didn't know i needed to see their reactions to this, but MAN, is it hilarious😂👌

astrid and silco, what would you guys do if you woke up in each other’s bodies?

Ya know 👉🏼👌🏼😏

Absolutely not

You’re joking right? Of course we would. Why wouldn’t we?!

Because it is— It would not be— It’s just wrong.

How?!

I cannot believe you require clarification on this. The entire idea is simply perverse.

It's literally no different than wacking one off—

—It's entirely different!

No it isn't! The definition of masturbating is getting yourself off right? So if you got yourself off whilst you were in someone else's body that still technically counts as—

But by your logic it wouldn't be your own hand, correct? Therefore it does not count—

No it definitely still counts. Nothing wrong with using tools. It would just be like we're each other's sex toy—

You cannot classify a living, breathing human as a sex toy.

Okay I think you're getting hung up on the technicalities here—

—I am getting hung up on technicalities?!—

At the end of the day, are you seriously telling me that you wouldn’t show you a good time?

I cannot emphasise how violently I detest this conversation.

You're not recognising the potential here.

Po— Potential? Please. Do enlighten me.

If we swapped bodies and had sex then we'd have first hand experience of exactly how it all... feels for the other person. Don’t you think that would prove to be rather enlightening?

…but at what cost.

Eh - we’re both traumatised already, what’s a little more? At least we’d get a mind-blowing shag out of it.

#lmaoo #pls i cant #silco's reaction just-#and Astrid #ofc she would #i'm wheezing #god ink your'ew hilarious #pls never change

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yuria1 · 11 months

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Please not tiny tim😭🤣 but thats SO him i can't, thats adorably concerning and i'm loving it. Rip hospital staff though XD

Hey inky I’m in the hospital currently (I’m fine, testing reasons) but the IV was a BITCH. How do you think Silco would react in a modern AU (or maybe they go to Singed? Your choice) where his S/O has to stay for like 10 days in a hospital

Oh no buddy! Take care of yourself please 💜💜💜 Sending happy healing vibes your way. Dropped some modern AU thoughts below for you

Hospitalised Partner - Silco x GN!Reader Headcanons

Ridiculously overprotective

The doctors and nurses would HATE Silco. He’s definitely a ‘bedside driver’. He’d be questioning everything they’re doing:

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just changing their IV bag sir—”

“What are your qualifications?”

“Sir, I do this hundreds of times a da—”

“Where did you study?”

“I—”

“This dosage is different from before. Who signed off on this?”

Visiting hours don’t apply to Silco. He’s at your bedside 24/7. The hospital staff know not to even bother attempting to get him to abide by visiting rules. He just gives them a death stare if they even try it.

The only time he leaves your bedside is to see to his needs. During those times he has Sevika or another of his trusted circle remain with you. He has his food and work brought to him, and he even sleeps at your side.

Silco hates seeing you in pain. If you’re experiencing any form of discomfort then he’s instantly grilling the doctor or nurse as to whether there are any alternative treatments or additional pain medication you can take. Even something so simple as a blood test, he’s demanding an experienced phlebotomist and use of a butterfly needle.

Even though he hates seeing you in pain, good luck attempting to remove him from the room during any treatment etc. Singed had the right idea with knocking him out there.

You have a private room and all the pillows/blankets/pudding pots you want. Only the best for Silco’s SO. He will bribe and bully hospital staff to get you the best amenities. That room across the hall has a better window view? Oh but there’s a dying kid in there? Silco doesn’t give a shit. He’ll evict Tiny Tim personally.

Silco does background checks on each one of your doctors. Where they studied medicine. Any blips on their record (both professional and personal). Who their loved ones are… you know, incase he needs leverage.

As unforgiving and harsh as he is with everyone else, he’s soft as melted butter with you. Constantly aware of where you may be sensitive or hurting. Holding your hand. Stroking your hair and skin. Helping you to eat, bathe etc. He can really go from snarling at a nurse to cooing at your bedside in a second flat.

#pls #thats too cute #silco my baby #rip tiny tim #rip staff #luv u silco #ink you're amazing

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Beg… it suits you.

Made this for a pal, but sharing as I believe it to be a valuable resource.

🍋NSFW undertones - play with caution

[Extracted audio from Jason Spisak streamily signing]

#i die #omg #silco pls #u dont know whay this does to me #i'm in public i cannot #pls #this is a masterpiece #thank you for blessing all our ears #ughh why is his voice so fuccin good #😩👌 10/10

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Ok ok I see y’all enjoying my procrastination project. Have a second helping.

DRINK WITH ME - as told by Vine Part 2

Watch Part 1 here

Read the fic here

#true art istg #i laughed so hard at these #thanks for the perfect vines

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Fell down a vine rabbit hole last week. Made this. @kikorenart thought it was funny. So. *throws down like wet piece of luncheon meat and gestures vaguely* there y’go.

Drink With Me - as told by Vine

#fuckin brilliant #and way too true

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Good god im such a simp for em all (mostly silco tho XD)

How Arcane Characters Flirt

A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao

Viktor

- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it

- Loves playful banter and teasing

- Lots of sass

- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot

- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy

- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it

-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking

- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now

- Asks questions so you know he’s interested

- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time

Jayce

- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt

- Tons upon tons of compliments

- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.

- Talks your ear off about anything and everything

- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you

- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises

- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab

- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there

Silco

- Good god

- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?

- W r o n g

- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely

- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you

- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it

- Lowkey endearing tbh

- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)

- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything

- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it

- Holy shit she’s such a flirt

- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time

- So smooth about it too

- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you

-Gets so flustered when you flirt back

- Goes beet red

- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7

Jinx

- She flirts with you all the time

- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little

- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though

-It’s all in good fun

- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch

- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection

- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.

Mel

- SO smooth

- Compliments out the wazoo

- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her

- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you

- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like

- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls

#vi omg pls #me dies #viktor being a cute ffn bitch #and mel omg #BUT PLS SILCO I'M DYING #THATS SO TRUE THO #why are they all so accurate #like silco would totally clam up lmao #and viktor bein a sassy flirt i cannot #ughh vi and mel will have me flustered 24/7 istg😩✋#i cant handle these my heart #silco you adorable bean pls marry me respectfully #what ur toughts on a poly relationship?#cuz pls vi and mel would probs be down #maybe viktor too #would be the best ffn thing tbh #only silco might be a hard no on that #which is sad for the others as sorry but he'll always be a first choice~ lmao

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Hey darling Ink! Could I make a HEAVY ANGST (because I love to torture myself) request, about what would have happened if reader never survived the blackout? Like what would have Silco done, felt, and all that

You sick fuck.

You want me to kill my MC?

Darling, radiant Astrid?

The character I have lovingly crafted? Who I have nurtured over the course of hours upon hours of writing?

Simply for your own masochistic entertainment?

...

Yeah alright then.

BLACKOUT - A Drink With Me AU

**Death, Blood, Heavy Angst - proceed with caution

You’ve never heard him so much as raise his voice before, and yet your name seems to erupt from the very bottom of his lungs over the pandemonium.

You spin towards the sound as the room illuminates in a gunpowder flash.

And there he is.

On the other side of the dance floor – green eye wide and frantic as he scans the crowd, hair in complete disarray, but seemingly unharmed.

Your heart lodges in your throat and you almost sob in relief. You fling yourself towards him with renewed energy. You’re jostled from side to side but you claw your way forward with absolute determination.

He calls for you again, his voice cracking slightly in his desperation, and you forget yourself.

“Silco.”

Your cry of his name is ragged; torn from your very marrow in its bone-deep desperation. It rends through the roiling madness of the club, shrill and frenzied, and still it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard in his wretched life.

Silco spins blindly towards your call.

Someone sets off a flare, and it bathes the room in hellish red light, and fills the air with cloying smoke. But it allows him to finally see you, clawing your way through the surging crowd towards him - bedraggled, but otherwise unharmed.

And Silco is almost floored by the seismic wave of relief that crashes over him. The only thing that keeps him standing is your gaze; bright and shining through the darkness, just as it always seems to be.

Your eyes are his beacon in this surging ocean of bodies. And he sets course and sails for you.

He shoves people violently out of his path in his haste to reach you. And you in turn ram your way towards him through the swarming crowd.

The two of you – fighting against anything and everything that’s keeping you apart.

Your attention is fixed on him with single-minded determination. Like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. And in that moment, Silco realises he’s come to need you just as much. It strikes him suddenly; a feeling so profound that it shouldn’t belong amongst such horrific chaos as this.

It strikes him, a mere second before the bullet strikes you.

And the world has the audacity to continue moving. Even as you both stop in your tracks.

Your youth has always been painfully obvious to him. But it becomes even more so in this moment, thanks to the almost naive look of shock on your face. The way your eyebrows shoot up, and the soft, surprised “oh” that your lips form. He can almost hear it, familiar as he is with your voice by now.

Silco tells himself it’s just the lighting. Even though the crimson that blooms across your chest is far deeper than the hue of the flare. Then he reasons that the bullet has merely grazed you, even though he’s intimately familiar with the difference between superficial and life blood. And then he accepts what’s just happened.

And there’s nothing inside him.

Only a gaping hollowness of simple disbelief and blinding horror. A numbness so complete that he has no idea how his body manages to wade through it. His mind is a void, even as his legs and arms move, seemingly of their own accord, propelling him through the remaining bodies between you.

Perhaps it’s poetic justice for his ruthlessness, for all the questionable deeds he’s done over the years.

Because there are no whispered final words. No admissions of feelings or time to offer comfort. No first and last kisses.

You’re dead before he even reaches you.

All that’s left is to fall to his knees and scoop your unseeing body off the floor. To hunker down and protect you from the trampling crowd around you.

He cradles your head against his chest and refuses to look at your face. Because one glimpse at the lack of that vibrant light in your eyes might just destroy him, and he can’t afford to let that happen.

Your unremitting radiance has been a constant in his life since the moment you arrived, and he simply cannot comprehend its loss.

Grief, deeper than anything he’s ever felt before begins to press in on him from all sides.

Silco likens it to drowning.

The perfect mix of quiet and chaos that sucks the very air from his lungs. The traitorous part of him that simply wishes to just let it in. Let it consume him.

This is the thanks he gets. For daring to begin to remember the man he’d used to be. For daring to allow himself to be something other than the Eye of Zaun, if only for a few hours a week.

He remembers now why he’d let that part of him die.

Suddenly, without you, he’s pulled back down beneath the dark waters.

Maybe this time the frigid currents will finish the job for good.

Sevika watches on from the edge of the destroyed room. A half empty bottle of something vile and strong finding it’s way to her lips every now and then to numb the reality of the situation.

It’s been two hours, and Silco still hasn’t moved.

The club’s been long cleared of both customers and staff. Although she’s pretty sure Jasper is still downstairs in the taproom.

For such a mountainous man, he sure crumbled quick when he laid eyes on you.

Silco holds you where you fell. Kneeling in a pool of blood that’s long since cooled and darkened to a rich, tacky brown. It’s all over him too. Sevika’s literally going to have to peel you from his arms when the time comes, and that’s a thought that makes the alcohol in her stomach churn.

Silco’s face is never overly expressive, but right now it’s completely motionless. Blank. There are no tears, of course. And he hasn’t uttered a single sound. He simply stares off into the middle distance, stock-still, with you clutched against his chest.

He’s not even tender about it. He holds you against himself like an insolent child unwilling to relinquish their favourite toy.

Sevika knows him well enough not to approach until he’s ready. Until he’s resurfaced from whatever is going on in his mind.

It’s a selfish thought, but she hopes he snaps out of it before Jinx comes home. Sevika doesn’t want to be the one to break the news to the kid. She hasn’t even really processed it herself yet. At the end of the day she’s Silco’s right-hand before anything else, and right now he’s unavailable. Which means it’s her job to hold things together until he’s able to step up to the mantle again. And he will. He always does.

Sevika will raise a glass to you later. She liked you, however much of a pain in the ass you could be.

Finally, Silco blinks, as though emerging from a trance, and slowly twists his head towards Sevika.

And even she balks at the unremitting ice in his eyes.

He hasn’t been capable of such dispassion since Jinx came into his life. And even before then… Sevika isn’t sure she’s ever seen him reach such glacial levels as this. Nothing human could survive such harsh climates.

Silco has mentioned before how a part of him had died with Vander’s betrayal.

Looking at him now, Sevika wonders if you’ve taken a part of him with you too.

She ditches the bottle and makes her way over. It’s a wordless transfer, and Silco doesn’t protest when she crouches and eases you from his arms. There’s no way to do it gracefully with the mess of blood that cakes both yours and Silco’s clothing, and the way your limbs are already beginning to stiffen.

The only crack in Silco’s marble demeanour is a minuscule wince when your head lolls back in his direction; displaying glassy, sightless eyes, and a face set in permanent surprise. He averts his gaze quickly and rises stiffly to his feet.

Sevika stands with you in her arms as Silco turns and walks in the direction of his office. Each step rigid and mechanical.

“What do you want me to do with her?” Sevika asks after him, as gently as she can.

He doesn’t pause his retreat, or turn around.

“It doesn’t matter,” his voice is as lifeless as you, “It isn’t her.”

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#pain #thats it #pure pain #poor silco #poor jinx #poor sev #poor reads #rip us #rip silco's last bit of humanity #or sanity for that matter #wonder how he will act around jinx now #probably the warmest he's gonna get after this #but probably lots colder than before #oof #this is not okay ink what have u done #the feels are reals #me cries

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Yes pls do

please choke me

#pls #begging u #choke me #silco pls #i cant

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Ahh crap...

...

now i'm wet

THE WAY HE SAYS “GOOD GIRL” JESUS FUCK IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

What in gods name is his problem?! Fuck off fr he is too hot

#help #silco is too hot istg #ciminally handsome #call the cops he stole my heart #in too deep to ever come back #me = dead #silco #silco being silco #smexy #pls step on me #no i'm serious #would not mind it if he killed me #me hearing him say good girl #cannot breathe #dies

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yuria1 · 2 years

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This fic gives me such joy

DRINK WITH ME - Bonus Mini Chapter [8.5]

Dearest Darlings

Chapter 9 of Drink With Me is nearly ready to go, and will be up within the next couple of days.

But in the meantime, please accept this

✨mini bonus half chapter type thing that I whipped up like two hours ago✨

Set between Chapters 8 and 9, and including a specific little interaction with our dear Jinx that I was desperate to write but just couldn't fit into the flow of the main story.

Thus - the half chapter was born.

I hope you enjoy! 🖤

CHAPTER 8.5

It’s all hands on deck to restore The Last Drop to its former glory.

The damage is so extensive that much of the decor and furniture needs to be replaced entirely. And so the club has been a constant hubbub of activity – with many outside contractors coming in to re-wire, re-plaster, and re-structure as needed.

It makes you sick to think how much all of this is costing. Silco is hardly short of money, but you can’t help but add up the numbers in your head regardless, and the resulting figure blows your mind. You silently vow to up your game once the club re-opens. Hell – you’ll serve drinks in your underwear if it’ll help claw back the deficit for him.

It’s surprised you how involved Silco has been around the club since the blackout. Not in a literal sense of course – seeing him with a broom in his hands would be about as likely as seeing a Piltie Enforcer handing out food packets to starving Zaunites. But he’s been very much around. On hand to meet with contractors and to oversee the work. To personally input his opinion on replacement furniture and decor. You’ve never seen him in the club so much as you have in the past week.

You’d questioned Jinx about it. She hadn’t gone into specifics – had simply told you that The Last Drop holds a lot of history within its walls, and that Silco’s attachment to the building runs back decades. Whilst he’s seemingly happy to leave the day-to-day management of the club in Jasper’s hands, rebuilding seems to be a different matter. Jinx says that she isn’t surprised in the least that he’s wanting to oversee every little detail.

In some ways it’s been nice to see so much of him. In other ways it’s been frustrating. There’s something of an unspoken agreement between the two of you to keep things… professional when in the public eye.

Whilst Jinx, Jasper, Sevika, and to some extent Vill, are all aware of your more casual relationship with the Eye of Zaun, no one else is. And for all your teasing, you do respect that Silco needs to keep up appearances. You know that if anyone were to hear you making a cheeky or over-familiar comment it would put him in a difficult position, since such behaviour from anyone else would land them in a ditch with their throat slit. You really don’t want to test how far he’d be willing to go to protect his reputation.

But that doesn’t mean you’ve refrained from banter entirely. No – you’re not that sensible. You’ve just had to be more subtle about it.

An example being when you had required Silco’s signature on several purchase orders. He’d been in discussion with a contractor at the time, and you had played the part of nervous but courteous employee very well; apologising for interrupting, whilst politely handing over your clipboard and pen for his attention.

Silco had played his part too. Remaining perfectly impassive, with just a smidge of disdain, as he flipped through the orders and signed his name beneath each one. And his face had remained just as stoney when he reached the last page and had scanned over your poorly drawn-up construction contract for an indoor swimming pool on the dance floor.

He’d signed something along the signature line at the bottom and had handed back the clipboard without even a second glance at you, before returning to his original conversation.

You’d waited until you were safely away to flip to it, and had smirked to yourself at the simple two words, written in neat, cursive script:

Nice try.

Or the time you’d found him in a corner of the club, contemplating several paint samples on a patch of freshly spackled wall. He’d been staring at the small blocks of colour with a level of intensity that had felt entirely disproportionate to such a mundane task. There had been no one near by, so you’d sidled over.

“Are you practicing your scary faces?”

“Go away.”

“You realise the club is going to be dark and full of drunks right? No one is going to know what colour the wall is.”

“I’ll know,” his gaze had slid briefly over to you from the corner of his eye, “Which would you choose?”

You’d contemplated the five patches of dark purple.

“They are literally the exact same colour, Silco.”

“You’re of absolutely no use. Leave me in peace.”

You’d clicked your tongue at his crabbiness, and had pointed to one of the patches; a deep merlot that toyed the line between purple and red, “That one.”

“And your reasoning?”

“You were scowling at it the most, which means you like it the most.”

“It does, does it?”

“Yup. That’s why you scowl at me more than anyone else.”

He’d turned his head to look down his nose at you; his brow and mouth forming unamused lines.

“See?” You’d winked with a smile, before strolling smugly away.

Jinx has also been very involved in the renovation; spending much more time around the club in lieu of her workshop. It seems that she also has a strong sentimental attachment to the place, and she’s been surprisingly helpful, when she isn’t attempting to subvert her father's decorating decisions (He’d caught the change to the fabric order just in time; narrowly avoiding the booths being reupholstered in bright pink chenille instead of the oxblood leather he’d requested). But her knowledge of electronics has proved invaluable, and has likely saved Silco quite a bit of money.

You’re assisting her in fixing the jukebox today.

Well. Assisting is a little bit of a strong term. You’re holding up a torch so she can see what’s she doing better. And you occasionally pass her tools when she requests them.

It’s a little boring to be honest.

You’ve dragged the jukebox out onto the dance floor to give Jinx more space to work, and you’re both sat on the floor either side of it. There are a few people milling around, and Silco and Jasper are pouring over some paperwork at the bar. It sounds like they’re discussing projected takings; calculating how long it might take to regain the profits that were lost to the extensive repair costs and imposed closure. You think you hear the idea of extended opening hours being floated around.

Silco hums in thought over something, and the noise draws your attention. He’s leaning on the bar, and the position slants his shoulders in a way that’s oddly alluring. It’s almost… casual. He seems much too engrossed in the report in front of him to really realise that he’s forgone his usual rigidity. He places a boot up on the foot-rail that runs the length of the bar, and his knee bounces as he taps an unconscious rhythm against the brass with his heel.

You only realise you’ve been staring when pinch-y little fingers dig into your torch-wielding hand because you’ve allowed the beam to dip too low.

You squeak a tiny, almost inaudible noise of pain at her sharp nails and scowl at her.

Jinx grins and waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You flash her in the eyes a couple of times with your torch.

Jinx frowns and sticks out her tongue at you.

You stick yours out right back.

Jinx sticks her tongue out again – even further this time, and with an added wiggle.

You open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue as far as it will go.

Jinx crosses her eyes, scrunches her nose right up, and displays her two front teeth like a rat.

You puff out your cheeks, flare your nostrils, and bulge your eyes like a fish.

Jinx pushes her lower lip so far up her face that it almost touches her nose, and sends her eyes rolling around in their sockets.

You cross your eyes, cover your teeth with your lips, and give her a dimwitted, open-mouthed smile.

Jinx sucks her cheeks right in, and smacks her pinched lips together like a duck.

You do the opposite; pillowing your lips out and contorting your face until it might resemble something akin to a melted waxwork.

Jinx retracts her neck as far as it will go; giving herself an impressive double chin and a stupid, dopey expression to match.

You hood your eyes and jut your jaw forwards, giving yourself a massive underbite and gnashing your teeth—

“Do I need to separate you two?”

You and Jinx both jump in surprise and whip your heads towards Silco, who’s watching you from the bar with cool disapproval. Jasper gives you a look, and shakes his head slightly in a way that makes you feel about ten years old.

Your ears burn red hot with embarrassment – entirely uncharacteristic for you.

“Nuh-uh. Sorry, Sir,” you murmur, ducking your head and shooting Jinx a pointed glare from beneath the fingers you now rest on your brow in an attempt to shield your face from the men at the bar.

Jinx’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, and the smile she gives you is both wicked and wild. She sticks out her tongue at you again, a quick dart of pink, before she resumes her work on the jukebox.

You hear Silco and Jasper resume their conversation, and after a few moments, you dare a peek.

Jasper is indicating something on the paper as he speaks, and Silco listens intently, his gaze following the bar manager’s finger on the report.

But the very corner of the Eye of Zaun’s mouth is pulled upwards. Ever so slightly. It’s so subtle that you might believe it to be a trick of the light.

If you didn’t know him so well.

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