Burning the Midnight Oil
Fluff, Silco carries you in his scrawny arms, reader is a lightweight with alcohol, reader is also awkward af, soft Silco,
Another late night working with Silco in his office leads to seeing his softer side
Notes: First Silco fic was smut so I thought I’d balance it out with some fluff. One day I'll write something not set in his office but for now, have some more!
Another late night. Third one in a row. You don’t like how this is becoming a pattern.
Sitting on the couch, you look around Silco’s office to see it in complete disarray. The room was usually free of clutter, with the exception of trinkets covered in neon paint left by Jinx. But tonight, just as it had been for the past three nights, it’s littered with papers, ledgers, and other documents. They pile high on the desk, lay scattered on the floor and move on the couch next to you every time you shift your weight. The week’s work had proved fruitless in tracking down what you and the kingpin had been desperately searching for: the spy amongst your ranks.
“What are we missing?” Silco barks, frustrated, as he paces back and forth behind his desk.
Sevika had brought it to Silco’s attention that she had been hearing some whispers amongst the men about a possible double agent. And when she noticed a discrepancy in the latest shimmer shipment manifest, Silco had requested your assistance in combing through everything to see if there was anything else amiss in the business.
