Love Letter |1.2K|

request.      Re: Valentine’s day prompt. Is Silco gets a secret admirer too cliche? He’s starts looking at his henchpeoples handwriting to track down who thinks he’s got pretty eyes 😍 -anon

a/n.     it’s mega cliche but i’m slut for it lmaoo. full warning, silco and reader share one brain cell in this. probably one of my silly fics for silco.

He takes offense at the letter. A dour scowl marring his stoic features and he calls an assembly of his underlings. You file in his office with the others, utter horror mangling your innards at the sight of your love letter in his hand. He flips the note down, hiding its contents from prying eyes, then nods to Sevika. She moves without a sound as Silco begins his lecture, “Sevika will be passing out clipboards with a pen and paper. Write your name and the sentence at the top and you may leave.”

A near tangible ubiquitous confusion over takes his office as everyone except you exchanges looks. Some even shrug, considering this to be another one of Silco’s more eccentric ways of self validation. Why else would he make his entire staff write a sentence complimenting his eyes?

To the Depths - Part 3.2 (NSFW)

(Pirate!Silco x F!Reader)

Damned and Double Damned

Part One - Part Two - Part 3.1

AO3

A/N: the rest of part three. Enjoy ;)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Summary: You accompany Silco to Port Fairna and play your part beautifully. Too beautifully.

Chapter Tags: suggestive content, teasing, grinding, dirty talk, stabbing (not the fun kind), drunk and disorderly conduct, semi-public sexy shenanigans.

Word Count: 6.4k

Thing of Dreams (Oneshot)

The exact, perfectly-structured set up for tragedy lies before you, and you can do nothing but stare in complete horror. Terror, too - Gods know you won’t live after this, not after your companion sees what lies before you.

You ponder if there’s time to run. To duck back through the doors and sprint down the halls, or better yet, duck into the nearby closet in order to hide from fate itself, or Silco’s entirely predictable ire.

The only problem is, you have no idea if the closet is big enough to hide in. 

Another problem arises when the door opens behind you, and Silco steps into the hotel room before you can even attempt to run or hide. Stepping inside, you don’t dare to turn and catch his expression, the reaction to what outrage he’s viewing with his own, two-coloured eyes.

You have a pretty good guess as to what the reaction he has, when you hear him growl, low and darkly, at the sight of a single queen-size bed in the room, “What?”