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The Shadow of Zaun - Act I - Chapter 3: Proving GroundsÂ
Chapter Word Count: 9.058
Rating: Explicit (eventual SMUT, darlings)
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Born of two different worlds and raised by the Lanes, you rise from the ashes and runoff of Piltover to become the Shadow of Zaun. Fanfic will have two acts, with an âintermissionâ chapter, that will span before and after the bridge incident between the brothers of Zaun. The whole cast of characters within the show will eventually make an appearance. Eventual SMUT, thus the rating now, kids.
Relationships: Silco x F!Reader
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41675289/chapters/106898832
PS looking for a few good beta readers if youâre game.
I've been here before, But always hit the floor. I've spent a lifetime running, And I always get away. But with you, I'm feeling something. That makes me want to stay. âWritingâs on the Wallâ â Sam Keith
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The next morning you awoke disoriented, in pain, and alone.  As you sat up and palmed across the side of the bed where your former sleep mate had been youâd wondered where heâd gone off to, not that he had to appraise you of his whereabouts.  For crying out loud, youâd thought, you barely know the man and here youâre feelingâŠ
What was it you were feeling, you asked yourself, as you stood up a bit gingerly and was surprised to see something fall off you and onto the floor. When you bent in an awkward manner, mindful of your stitches, to retrieve what looked to be a folded scrap of paper that you opened and began to read, you realized with a slight pang exactly what it was you were feeling:
Disappointment.Â
Disappointment and perhapsâŠloneliness, if you were being honest with yourself. You made a disgusted frown. Sure, you were a bit contact-starved from living alone for so long, but for Jannaâs sake, you shouldnât start latching onto the first person that held a conversation with you. Sure, heâd help patch you up and wasnât bad to look at, even with that beak of a nose of his that you might find a bit adorable, but that wasnât a reason to start fawning over him.
âYou are quite possibly the saddest excuse for a human being that walked the Lanes,â you mumbled to yourself as your fingers traced over the surprisingly fancy penmanship of Silcoâs that adorned the paper and read it in its entirety. You didnât think youâd ever seen your name look so elegant.
Went to talk with Vander. Meet me back at the bar and take your time to rest and clean up. Silco
You smirked at the elegant look of the message as you began to wonder if Silco was born of the Lanes at all. With his way of speaking as well as his apparent skills with the pen, if you didnât know any better (and you didnât) youâd swear he was born in Piltover and had received only the best education possible. As you made your way to his washroom, youâd eyed the many books piled about the room and in glancing at their titles alone, your suspicions about his being educated in a more formal sense only mounted. Subjects were things such as history, geography, science, and only a rare few fictional works that seemed to have an overwhelming nautical theme.
âHuh, not one naughty novel or anything fluffy? So boring, you are, Silco,â talking to yourself again as you spied a clean, but well-worn, towel and washcloth that had been laid out presumably for you in the small washroom you entered. The door to the room wouldnât even open the entire way due to where the sink was placed and the shower within was barely big enough for one person to fit into. You began to remove your clothes, careful to not undo the stitching that adorned your front. Looking into the small, oxidized, and somewhat cracked mirror above the sink, you debated whether or not undoing all the gauze and jumping in the shower was smart.Â
Admittedly, you looked a fright as your mess of a reflection stared back at you. The kohl around your red, tired eyes showed the track lines of some of the tears that had escaped in pain as youâd been sewn up. The black lipstick, once neatly painted upon your lips, was smeared sideways across your mouth. Memories of some of the clowns that entertain children at festivals came to mind and you huffed a laugh at yourself.Â
âA monumental first impression,â you muttered with a sigh as you grabbed the washcloth, bar of soap, and resigned to use the sink to bathe everything around the areas bandaged and leave the dressing as is in order to heal more. Once finished with cleansing your skin, you had the unfortunate dilemma of your hair to deal with. The ratsâ nest atop your head that held the fuzzy, long braid that came out of it gave off the impression that you might be feral, at best. Turning around, you eyed the shower and the bar handles that adorned the side walls within and had an idea. You removed the blade that adorned the end of your braid, unraveled it, and finger-brushed it a bit before turning on the shower. After waiting for a few moments to see if the water would warm (it didnât), you then proceed to turn backwards, still naked aside from the bandage across your torso, and hold onto either railing to allow for your head to fall beneath the water to at least rinse out your hair.
After a long while of letting the cold water run over your scalp, to your absolute shock and horror, you felt a pair of arms come under you and lift you up as you let out an undignified squeak and flailed.
âYouâre going to slip and break your neck doing that,â Silco scolded you as you frantically tried to right yourself to a standing position out of his arms, sliding on the floor a bit, and just ending up falling further into his grasp.
âYou said youâd meet me at the bar! You said take my time getting ready! What the fuck are you doing in here?! Put me down!â you yell at him as he returned you to your feet.
Silco and you both then stare at each other for a few moments before the realization that you were still quite naked seemed to dawn on you both simultaneously, causing his eyes to widen before he spun around with his back to you, as you squeaked again, and grabbed for the towel. Wrapping the towel around your waist, since your top half was covered with the bandage, you then began to braid your hair back into the singular braid as you waited for him to answer.Â
Silco seemed to take a second before he responded in a wry tone, his back still to you, âYes, I said Iâd meet you at the bar and, yes, I said to take your time. I didnât realize youâd be in here until late afternoon and when Iâd not heard anything out of you, I merely came to check on you. Speaking of which youâre very lucky I did, seeing that your recklessness blends into everyday life, apparently. Lastly, this is my room so I do have every right to be in here.â
Late afternoon? Fantastic, Iâve now probably missed my window with his damned brother.
âIââ you began to retort and whatever words you were going to say died on your lips. Silco wasnât wrong you were just surprised and notably should have probably also closed the door to the bathroom.
âAre you decent yet so I can at least turn around and we can speak like normal people?â he asked in a voice that gave the hint he was smiling through his words.
âNeither of us are normal, but yes, Iâm decent,â you said and he turns around in the doorway and leans against it and crosses his arms.
Silco takes an agonizing minute as his eyes rake over you, from head to toe, and you take a step backwards into the wall behind you, without thinking. He then has the audacity to walk closer to you before coming up and reaching out and you hold your breath. A small knowing grin touches his features as he seemed to delight a bit in invading your personal space, making you squirm, and pretended to examine the bandage around your mid-section, his fingers ghosting along the edges of the bandage in spots.
âLooks like this held up since last night well. Doesnât seem that you ripped out any of the stitches, so thatâs good.â
âWouldnât want to ruin your handiwork.â
âNo, that would be a shame if I had to have you strip again. Not that Iâm complaining about the view,â he said as his grin goes wide and he winks before he turns around to leave the bathroom, leaving you standing there with your mouth agape.
âBastard,â you call in a sing-song voice to him in the other room as you hear him laugh and the squeak of bed as he presumably sat upon it.
âHurry up and get dressed. Vander is waiting for our little talk,â he called from the other room as you began to put your clothes back on which included his shirt from the night before. You finished braiding the long plait and wove the blade back into its end before taking one last look into the mirror at yourself. You adjusted his shirt, that was indeed big on you, to hang off one shoulder a bit and then proceeded to walk out into the living area. While he had been seated upon the bed, waiting; Silco stood upon you entering the room.
âI thought you boys had something to attend to this afternoon? Sounded important,â you began as he moved towards the door.
âI convinced Vander that we could use that little excursion as your first test,â Silco said as he opened the door for you and motioned for you to exit.
âAs long as it doesnât involve scaling walls and roof tops Iâd inevitably slide down the wrong way,â you remarked sarcastically as he gave you a side glance as you grinned and he rolled his eyes at you. You followed him back down the hallway that you knew led to the bar. âIn all seriousness, Iâm certain this is going to take a bit to heal, mostly cause of where its located.â
âIâm sure,â he began and then stopped suddenly in his tracks an turned as you nearly rammed into him. âAre you still in a lot of pain?â He asked in all seriousness.
âIâll live.â
âTheyâre old, so I know they werenât that effective, but we can likely scrounge up a few more painkillers if you feel that would help,â he said as his hand motioned as if he was going to reach out to you before he fisted it and lowered it back down.
âIâm fine. Or I will be. Thank you, though. Maybe Iâll hit you up for some before I head home this evening tho, but Iâm fine for now.â
You didnât miss how his face fell a bit when you mentioned leaving before he nodded and turned back to leading you to the main bar area. Just as the evening prior, Vander was behind the bar slinging drinks to the patrons of The Last Drop. Even though youâd slept into the afternoon, it was still a bit early for the denizens of Zaun to pack into the popular bar, so only a couple stragglers were sitting at the tables within. Silco motioned for you to have a seat up to the bar as he did so himself. You began to sit, but then thought better of it due to your stitches and merely leaned against the bar top.
âWhatâll it be?â Vander said as he noticeably eyed your neck where a light bruise from his hand had formed. âItâs on the house.â
âWell, in that case, one finger of your best whiskey, sir,â you said in your best Piltie accent with a wink as both Vander and Silco rolled their collective eyes at you.
âYouâll need a double for what weâve got to discuss,â Vander said with a bit of foreboding as he set the glass in front of you with twice the amount of liquor youâd requested in it. âAs I think Sil had already mentioned to ya, he and I had a bit of business down at the docks we needed to take care of. Apparently, he thinks youâve got enough worth to go ahead and test you out today.â
âSo, what sort of business are we talking about here, boys? A little arms dealing, petty theft, extortionââ
âIntel,â Silco cut you off before you could continue your list.
âThat sounds rather dull. In my experience, intelligence gathering is also better performed by one person, not three,â you said as you took a long drink of whiskey and relished the burn on your throat as it went down and began to warm you from inside to out. âThis is rather nice. Thank you.â
âWell, well. The lady has manners,â Vander quipped before you pointed your finger at him with the hand that still held the tumbler.
âIâm no lady, so letâs put that rumor to bed before it starts. I have a reputation to uphold. Really, the audacity,â you said, laced with sarcasm as Vander grinned and laughed.
âNow that youâre involved, it wonât be three of us. Still just two,â Silco cut in with a level of seriousness that deflated the banter between you and Vander. Silco give Vander a seething glance as his jaw muscle ticked, which Vander didnât see. Was he angry at him?
Or jealous? Your mind filled in and you audibly let out a noise before speaking aloud, âNot bloody likely, you idiot.â
Both men just stared at you believing your words were potentially for either or the both of them. You really needed to get this talking to yourself under better control.
âSorry. Talking to myself, again,â you said through a sheepish smile and then promptly drained your glass dry and put it back down on the bar top with a bit more force than needed.
Silco and Vander gave each other a glance and seemed to communicate with only that for a moment before continuing.
âSince Sil spoke for ya, heâll be the one responsible for ya on this run,â Vander started before his grin returned and he leaned forward on the bar, placing himself a bit between you and Silco and he poured you a refill of your drink. âIâve got dibs on the next run though, lass, if you do well.â
âIâll look forward to it,â you say back as you begin to grin but it dies on your mouth as you again catch the glance from Silco at Vander from over the big manâs shoulder. He was fuming and you watched him grip his own drink tight enough that his knuckles ran white. You quickly changed the mood of the conversation to distract him with business, âSo explain what exactly you and I are to do here, Silco. Or should I call you âSilâ, now that weâre all good friends?â
âSilco is fine for you,â Silco stated as he visibility relaxed a bit again after a last lingering glance to Vander. âWe are to spy on the Enforcers that have almost tripled their guard at this particular area lately for no good reason.â
âIf theyâve tripled their guard, there has to be a good reason,â you added as both men nodded in agreement before Silco continued.
âPrecisely. We suspect itâs shipments being brought in from Ionia, potentially for something theyâve only recently began working on,â Silco began before taking a sip of his drink, lit a cigarette, and took a long pull of it before exhaling and continuing. âFrom everything weâve gathered, weâve learned they may be building some form of a defense mechanism or potentially a weapon, the stories weâve heard are frustratingly conflicting.â
Vander placed his hand over Silcoâs forearm and looked around in alarm before narrowing his glance on his brother-in-arms, âA bit louder, Sil, I donât think the neighbors down the street heard you talkinâ about Piltoverâs possible secrets.â
Silco rolled his eyes and removed Vanderâs hand from his arm, âPlease, while I know my voice carries, Iâm certain the only ones within earshot here are loyalists to the cause, Vander. But thank you, mother, Iâll keep it in mind.â
Vander tutted before you spoke, âDefense mechanism or weapon, eh? And if itâs coming in from Ionia, Iâd thought youâd said the docks? Ionian shipments only come to bay at the airship port.â
âDocks, port, eh, all the same,â Vander shrugged before someone seated at one of the tables at the far end of the room made a signal for another drink. âExcuse me. Iâll be right back.â
Silco let out a long sigh before taking another drag from his cigarette which you made no effort to hide your longing for one, âYou and I both know when it comes to subterfuge, a dock and an airship port is definitely not the same. Itâs the airship ports weâre discussing here, sweetheart. Honestly, Iâm almost glad youâre coming with me on this one rather than Vander. He tends to forget how big he is, at times, and Iâd need more than two hands to count the number of times weâve been found out because of that.â
You both laughed a bit at that and Silco pulled another fresh cigarette from his pocket and offered it to you.
âI probably shouldnât. At least until I can visit the old man to get a stronger dose in order,â you said as you licked your lips a bit in want and he shrugged and put the fresh one away.
âLikely a wise decision. You can just sit there and absorb second hand,â he said as he exhaled a few smoke rings upward in a a bit of a show.
âSuch a gentleman.â
âNow thereâs something Iâve never been called.â
âSo youâre saying Iâm setting myself up for unrealistic expectations, eh? Pity. And here I thought with all that fancy talk surely Iâd had you dead to rites,â you smirked over your glass before you took another sip.
âFancy talk?â
âYou do know you talk like a damned Piltie, right?â You asked and he actually gave you a look of surprise. âSurely you realize that?â
âIâm not sure what youâre suggesting,â he began as he finished his drink and then ashed out his spent cigarette in the empty glass. âJust because I donât speak like a heathen, doesnât mean Iâm one of them.â
âSo youâre not from there? Not some sad tale of a rich boy raised in the city that did something horrible that had him disowned and banished to the Lanes to live the life of a Trencher?â
Silco began to laugh wholeheartedly at the story youâd concocted for him, âNo. Nothing that sordid. I merely educated myself in an attempt to spite them.â
You gave him an appreciative smile and joined his laughter for a bit. That revelation made perfect sense with what little you still knew about Silco. It also explained the books youâd spied within his room. It was actually admirable that heâd gone to those lengths, especially out of spite, you thought, as you chuckled once again to yourself. It was then that Vander came up to stand aside the both of you and placed his hands on either of your shoulders.
âI miss something?â He asked with a grin at the laughter.
âApparently,â Silco began with a bit more of an air than normal to his voice. âIâm from Piltover, Vander. Can you believe it?â
Vander chuckled and patted Silco on the shoulder before moving back behind the bar, âGet ta know him better. Youâll change that tune right quick.â
The three of you chuckled a bit before Vanderâs face turned serious again, âYa fill âer in on what the job is, Sil?â
Silco lit the other cigarette heâd previously offered you and took a long drag from it before responding, âA little. Iâve not gotten around to explaining the bit about what they may be building and what weâre truly looking to learn while there.â
Both you and Vander then gave Silco an expectant look when he paused as he took a sip of his drink and then continued.
âYou asked about the item of defense or weapon,â Silco began as you nodded and slid a bit closer to where he was standing as Vander leaned in across the bar. âFrom all reports weâve been able to patch together, Piltover, or rather someone from their academy, has potentially learned of a rare metal that could be used for a variety of things and both uses for armoring the guards as well as enhanced weaponry have been mentioned in reports. With this knowledge, thereâs talk of increased trade with other realms within Runeterra, potentially adding to their already overly lucrative endeavors that the council has been running. I swear they do more dirty dealings than we do in the Undercity.â
Your eyes grew wide, âHas this been confirmed? Opening up trade like that would exponentially empower Piltover even more so than they are now? How would we ever keep up?â
âCalm down, weâve not confirmed anything yet and thatâs why were going to spy on them a bit. It will allow us to figure out what all this secrecy with their cargo has been as of late so we can piece together what is actually going on.â
âRegardless of whatever its use turns out to beâsomething like this, gentlemen, is not something thatâs to be trifled with. Thatâs a hell of a lot of power youâre talking about and Iâm not just talking about the trade and financial gains from this, if this all pans out. That would be just the start,â you said as you finished your drink quickly and felt your entire being buzz with warmth.
âWhich is precisely why weâre going there to find out. If they do have something like this, and thatâs a big âifâ, then two can play at that game. We can get our hands on whatever this is and have our own people break it down, weaponize it, use it againstââ
âSilco,â Vander cut him off as he slammed a glass heâd been cleaning down on the bar top loudly, âhow many times have we talked about this? We are not weaponizing anything of the sort. I donât want to hear talk like that again outta ya. Weâre not starting a war down here in the Lanes and thatâs final.â
âWeâre already at war or werenât you paying attention?â You ask bluntly as both men pause at your words. âOh, I see. You werenât.â
Silco says your name in warning, âExplain yourself.â
You swallowed, wishing you hadnât drained your drink so quickly as the tale you began to lay out seemed to sober you up as you spoke, âThe Lanes have been restless for a while. This hasnât gone unnoticed by the guard, let alone the council. More and more restrictions are being placed upon those that live below. The other day I overheard they were contemplating enforcing a curfew to halt all traffic across the bridge at dusk until dawn,â the two men exchanged a look before you continued. âZaunites are getting tired of the treatment theyâre receiving and some have lashed out when confronted by Enforcers, resulting in a surge of Trenchers ending up imprisoned in Stillwaterâor worse, they just go missing, never to be heard or seen from again. Within the Enforcer ranks there are some elitists that believe that Piltover is being held back by the Lanes and that eradicating us off the face of the realm would be in everyoneâs best interest. Whether itâs been an outright declaration or not, war is here. Piltoverâs just trying to be quiet about it.â
With that, you stopped to gauge the men in front of you and their reactions. Neither of them seemed too terribly surprised, but a grim look crossed both their faces as they once again took to a silent communication between the two of them. The atmosphere of the entire conversation shifted and any levity that the three of you had been maintaining seemed to evaporate. The weight of what was to come and how you now found yourself aligned with a group that was somewhat publicly known as being outspoken against Piltover and attempting a rebellion, you suddenly felt hit you like a ton of bricks. Alone, youâd never been a big enough threat and could maneuver without as much worry, but nowâŠnow, potentially, you had stepped into something that felt far larger that youâd originally thought through. When Vander shifted to refill your drink again, knowingly in light of things, you placed your hand over the glass to stop him.
âI probably should eat something before I have another if Iâm to be in good enough shape to be of help when Silco and I go out to port,â you said in a small voice as you avoided their gazes a bit, still absorbing.
You felt Silcoâs eyes analyze you for a long moment before he spoke, âIâll swing her by Jerichoâs on the way over, Vander. Itâs on the way.â
Vander merely grunted in acknowledgement as he poured himself a glass and proceeded to down it in one large gulp, âSpeakinâ oâwhich, you best get moving soon if youâre to catch the shipments before close, this eveninâ.â
âQuite right,â Silco says as you still feel his eyes scrutinizing you as you stare at the empty glass in front of you. He then proceeded to finish his drink in one go and then stand and gently taps your upper arm. âCome on. Weâll head through the main strip before we take the back alleys to get to the port.â
Silco starts towards the front door of the establishment and you turn to follow when Vander comes to grab your hand before it leaves the bar top.
âHelp with this and do a good job and thereâs more work helpinâ the cause when ya get back. Make sure that one comes back in one piece, too, understood?â He requests of you seriously as he nods his head in Silcoâs direction.
âOf course.â
âThereâll be a drink waitinâ fer ya when ya get back, as well,â he winks and you only half-smile as you remove your hand from his grasp and head towards the door where Silco had stopped to wait for you.
âWhat was that about?â He asked as you exited The Last Drop with him and attempted to match his long strides as he led you down to the main street within the heart of Zaun where the bazaar was that held the majority of the food vendors. You found your shorter legs had to work twice as hard to keep up with his long, brisk strides.
âHe told me I needed to keep an eye on you,â you said with a wide grin as he gave you a look.
âDid he now?â
âI mean look at you. Youâre a twig. Anyone could snap you in two just by looking at you funny.â
âIs that so?â
âMmhmm,â you tease, the grin growing wider and you stuck your tongue out a bit to him.
âIâll remember that the next time I have to save your reckless ass.â
âIâm not reckless,â you said in mock offense and Silco actually stopped, crossed his arms, and leveled you with a look. âIâm not. Iâm justâŠoverlyâŠexcitable, thatâs all.â
âExcitable?â
âPassionate, maybe is a better word.â
âSo youâre blaming your passion for almost getting yourself killed now twice since we met?â He asked and motioned for you to continue to follow him as you both began to near the bazaar area, the hint of music and smells of various cooked foods invading your senses.
You shrugged, âEh.â
Silco rolled his eyes and then turned to a more serious tone with you as you both blended into the crowd in front of the vendors, âAll joking aside, you really do need to watch out more for yourself. You may be used to going it alone, but if you are to join us in bringing Zaun and all its sons and daughters their freedom, you need to be more careful or you may not only get yourself hurt or killed, but you may take us down with you in the process.â
âAwe, I thought for a second there you were worried about me,â you attempted to lighten the conversation.
Unfortunately for you, Silco wasnât in a mood to make light of anything as he turned and you ran into his chest. He grabbed your shoulders, moving you back a ways, so youâd look him square in the eye as he said your name, âCan you for one second stop joking around and listen to me? This isnât funny. Zaunâs future depends on everyone being reliable and giving their all. You were right, back there. Weâre in a volatile time between Piltover and the Lanes which means that one wrong move and the silent war you described would be silent no more and Zaun isnât ready for that. It would be a massacre.â
âI know.â
âThen do you understand?â
âYes. I understand. Iâll do my best to curb my reckless ways,â you said and he eyed you as if he didnât quite believe you. âLook, I wasnât kidding when Iâd said Iâd been alone for a long time. When youâre used to only being responsible to yourself then that allows a level of operating freely. I understand what Iâm getting into here, Silco. Let me be perfectly clear about that and I would never do anything to jeopardize you, your brother, or anyone else that is a part of this group. I want to see a free Zaun.â
Silcoâs face softened a bit as his hands slid down the side of your upper arms, âI believe you do and I believe you would do everything in your power to keep us safe. Iâm asking you do the same for yourself.â
A sympathetic look crossed his face as you took in his words. Silco then took you by the hand and led you up to the counter in front of Jerichoâs. Much to your amusement, it appeared when Jericho spoke a greeting to you both when you arrived, that Silco either didnât understand him or ignored it. When you waited for Silco to order and Jericho asked him a question and Silcoâs reply was completely off base, you grinned and knew. You leaned over and placed your finger across Silcoâs lips to his utter surprise and annoyance before speaking in Jerichoâs native tongue to him and finishing out the order for the both of you. The look on Silcoâs face of utter disbelief and the broad grin from Jericho at your speaking in his native language made it all worth it.
Before Silco could even attempt to, you pulled a few coins from your pocket and set them on the counter in payment to Jericho with a wink and a thank you, again in his native tongue, as you then looked expectantly to Silco who shot you an incredulous look.
âWhat?â
âThank the man,â you order as you suck the meat from the shell of a piece of fish you grabbed out of the bag and lick your fingers.
Silco swallowed and attempted his best mimicking of the thank you to him that youâd previously uttered and Jericho smiled broadly.
âWell done!â you said as you slapped Silco lightly on the back in appreciation before handing him his bag of food.
âWhere did you learn to speak his language?â Silco asked once youâd moved a bit out of the main crowd as he picked at his food a bit.
No wonder youâre as skinny as a beanpole.
âJust something I picked up. I speak a few languages of the folk that travel in and out of the Lanes. Got a good ear for it. Makes it easier when I need to negotiate for things,â you shrugged and finished off the remainder of the food within your bag before crumpling it up in your hand.
Silco then angled his bag towards you in offer, âIâm not terribly hungry, would you like the rest?â
âYou sure about that, Twiggy?â You asked with a grin and Silco glared daggers at you and shoved the bag into your hands. His demeanor suddenly changed though as you watched the corners of his mouth twitch to hide a laugh. You suddenly became self-conscious, âWhat do I have something on my face?â
âPerhaps,â he said calmly with a shrug as the corners of his mouth turned up even more.
You wiped furiously at your face with the sleeve of his shirt you were wearing and his grin widened, unable to be hidden, âDamnit, Silco, just tell me where itââ
You froze as he reached forward with his finger and swiped at the corner of your mouth. Silco then made a lewd show of licking off his finger with a pop.Â
âThere, all better,â he said with a knowing grin before he turned to walk in the direction of the sky port.Â
It may have taken an embarrassing few moments to collect your senses enough to follow him.
The sky ports were a massive construction within Piltover that allowed for the import and export of everything under the sun coming into the great city. You remembered as a child being fascinated with airships and would watch them from the rooftops sometimes in awe as they would travel in and out of port. Today, you not only found yourself crossing the bridge into Piltover, something you generally tried to avoid unless the business need absolutely left you no other choice, but also coming up close enough to see the intricate details of the ships at bay. Youâd been to the port before, but never this close to the ships as there was never a need. Silco guided the both of you to duck behind a grouping of crates off to the side as you both surveyed the area so you could tell exactly what you were dealing with.
âIâd thought youâd said theyâd tripled the guard,â you began in a whisper as you elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a glare.
âI did.â
âThis is more than triple, Silco. What the hell is going on here?â
âWell, thatâs what weâre here to find out, now isnât it?â
You sighed through your nose and shook your head, âFuck, I need a cigarette.â
Silco chuckled darkly right before he suddenly came alert and motioned for you to duck down further behind the crates as an Enforcerâs patrol came closer to where you both were. You winced in a bit of pain, your stitches reminding you of your injury from earlier, as you crouched down under some tarp that was lain across the crates you and Silco were behind. Silco gave you a concerned look when he caught the pain flicker across your face before he squeezed in beside you, also under the tarp as you both waited. The agony of the odd position you were in and your injuries was only deepened when you caught the whiff of tobacco smoke wafting over near you both.
The two Enforcers had come over here on a smoke break.
Of fucking course.
âHow much longer do you think weâre all going to have work extra shift like this?â One of the Enforcers, a young man, asked the woman who stood beside him as he lit her cigarette for her.
âWho knows,â the woman said as she exhaled smoke. âIâm tired of this gig already, though. I didnât sign up to babysit construction materials and equipment. Whereâs the action in that, huh?â
You and Silco exchange a glance as the Enforcers continue their conversation.
âI know, right? A bunch of lumber and supplies. I meanâhonestly, do they think those stupid Trenchers care about this kind of stuff enough to need this kind of a protection detail? Piltoverâs building all the time, so this isnât anything new. Itâs just weird if you ask me,â the man said as he finished his cigarette and stomped it out on the ground beneath his boot.
âWellâand you didnât hear this from me,â the woman started before she leaned over to the manâs ear to continue. âI heard its more than just building materials. I heard its jewels.â
âJewels?!â The man asked loudly in surprise before his counterpart shushed him.
You felt Silcoâs hand find your shoulder and squeeze it at the mention of the jewels.
âShut up, you idiot! You want to get us both in trouble?â The woman started before she continued in hushed tones. âYes, jewels. Loads of them, imported from somewhere on the outskirts of Runeterra from what I gathered. Supposed to be worth a fortune. I also heard theyâre being brought to the Academy. Being used in experiments or something.â
âExperiments?â
As the two were conversing, you slowly began to open a compartment on the heel of your boot. Silco caught the movement and watched silently as his brows furrowed, wondering what you might be up to as he still listened intently to the conversation evolving in front of you both.
âYeah, itâs still all tied to that big new academy wing their building though, supposedly. Oh, and to use against those filth trenchers, too,â the woman said as you both overheard her take a long inhale and exhale of her cigarette.
Quietly, while still keeping one eye towards where the Enforcers were at, you then slid the blade that was affixed to the end of your braid into the compartment now opened in your bootheel. Once you removed it again, being careful not to touch yourself or Silco, you then slid the compartment closed. Just as you began to lean forward to maneuver past Silco, you feel his hand clamp down on your arm in an iron grip. You look up to find his eyes staring furiously back at you as you attempt to pull your arm out of his grip to no avail.
âPfft,â the man says. âProbably all of this is just one more fancy thing for the Council. Jewels will be someoneâs window dĂ©cor or something for the wing.â
âI dunno,â the woman said in a sing-song voice. âI heard itâs magic.â
You glare angrily at Silco and the two of you proceed to have a silent war between each other, mouthing words back and forth.
Let. Me. Go, you begin.
What the fuck is this?! He mouths, over-enunciating his words so you could understand without him actually needing to speak aloud. You got the point.
You shake your head at him, knowing that youâd never be able to silently convey what exactly the substance now that glazed the tip of your blade was or what you were getting ready to do. Instead, you glanced up at him, into those oceanic eyes of his and simply mouthed one word:
Trust.
Silco stared at you for several long moments as you both heard the Enforcers near you chuckling at the very idea that magic was involved. When he eventually let up his grip on your arm, you nod in appreciation to him before motioning for him to stay back. You could scream with how much pain your midsection was in with the position you were in, much like a stalking cat, as you made your way to the space where to crates corners met, right behind where the two Enforcers stood. You heard Silco make a small noise of surprise as he watched you then swiftly swipe and cut at the backs of both of the Enforcersâ ankles. The two only had time to gasp before the both of them dropped in a crumpled heap to the ground. You immediately move around the outside of the crates, taking a quick look to make sure the coast was clear, and then proceed to pull one of the Enforcers back around the crates and out of view.
âWell, are you going to help me or not?â you ask as Silco spurs into action and brings the other one around the crates as well.
You then feel something cold come up under your chin as you find Silcoâs dagger suddenly pressed into your throat, âI warned you about killing. What the hell were you thinking?â
âTheyâre not dead, you idiot. Now get that thing off my neck before I use my blade on you as well,â you ordered and glared at him as you made sure you saw you had your blade now pointed towards his forearm.
âIf theyâre not dead then what is this that Iâm looking at?â he asked as he removed his dagger but kept it in hand.
âItâs a paralytic toxin of my own design,â you begin as you then wipe your blade on your trousers before then proceeding to start to strip off the womanâs uniform. âHurry up. This will only give us about an hour before they wake up and alert others. It will give us enough time to slip into their uniforms so we can get a closer look at things.â
Silco curses under his breath and runs his hand back through his hair in frustration before setting into action to remove the uniform from the man in front of him. With only the sounds of shuffling of clothes and buckles surrounding you, the two of you wordlessly manage to get the uniforms removed. As you pulled his shirt off over your head, you heard Silco utter your name softly, but with some urgency, getting your attention. You followed his eyes to your torso where there was a light line of red down the center of the bandaged area.Â
Shaking your head, you sighed, âLooks like the big one didnât hold up.â
Silco reaches for you, as if he was getting ready to check the stitches and says your name before you grabbed his hand and stopped him.
âWe donât have time. Iâll be fine.â
âYou are certain?â he began as he pulled his own shirt over his head to remove it and you got a full view of lean muscle, scars, and long lines.
Suddenly your throat was dry.  âY-Yes. Iâm fine. Letâs just get this over with,â you stammered a bit, distracted by seeing so very much of his skin, before you pointedly look away to finish dressing.
You took the pack that the woman was wearing and stuffed yours and Silcoâs old clothes into it once you both were dressed.   Slinging it over both your shoulders you reached down to pull from your own boots that you still wore, your nebulizer. After giving it a good shake for several seconds, you inhaled deeply and waiting to feel your lungs open a bit.
âThat going to be a problem?â Silco asked as he noticed him place the hat of the uniform upon his brow.
âNope. Thatâs why Iâm getting ahead of things and taking a dose before we set out to play pretend,â you say with a grin as you then looked over to himâŠand proceeded to snort a laugh.
Never in all your days had you seen a more ridiculous sight than Silcoâs long, wavy hair spilling out madly beneath the hat that had been rammed over it atop his head.
âWhat?â he asked, offended.
You shook your head and walked over behind him, âNothing, but if I had a camera right now, youâd never in a million years be able live down this moment. Especially if I showed Vander the picture. Come here, let me fix this in a bit more proper fashion so you donât look like a wild beast in Piltoverian clothing.â
Silco held his head back a bit as you pulled one of the bands from your braid off and used it to pull his hair into a low ponytail before placing the hat back upon his head.
He turned around and spun in a circle with his hands wide for you to look him over, âSatisfied?â
âHmm. Iâm not sure if thatâs the word Iâd use, but you look presentable now, so yes,â you said with a wink before grabbing one of the Enforcerâs rifles and slinging into place within the pack on your back. âShall we?â
Silco grabbed the other rifle and slung the strap of it over his shoulder as he came up to walk beside you and you made your way deeper into the port together, attempting to blend in.Â
âSo youâd say your not satisfied?â Silco started with a slight smirk in attempting to make some small talkâeither out of nervousness at the situation, an attempt to blend in with the other officers, or just a blatant ploy to get under your skin, you werenât sure.
âNo, a man in uniform doesnât really do it for me, if thatâs what youâre asking, darling,â a cat-like grin formed upon your lips as the two of you kept walking.
Out of the corner of your eye, his lopsided smile began to creep up his face to match yours before he spoke, âSo then what does satisfy you, sweetheart?â
âWhereâs the fun in telling you? Iâd much rather youââ you began before another officer walked up to the two of you and stopped you.
âJust where do you two think youâre going?â the stout man asked as he crossed his arms and halted you both from moving any further.
Silco and you exchanged a look before he shrugged. âWell, officer, we were going over to that ship as weâd been ordered by Sheriff Grayson over there,â Silco began as you tried very hard to not act surprised as he motioned over to a crowd of Enforcers a long ways away from where you three were, âbefore we were so rudely interrupted. Clearly, you donât recognize either of of usâŠand you are?â
By the time heâd finished speaking, Silco had stood to his full height which was a full head taller than the man in front of you as he leered down his nose at the him with an air of superiority. You had to admit, getting a look like that from Silco felt intimidating, to say the least, and it wasnât even directed at you. Playing along, you leaned up to Silcoâs ear and pretended to whisper something while you both kept an eye on the man.
âHmm, indeed,â Silco answered a pretend question out loud.
âYes,â you used your best Piltie accent. âThough, I donât believe we should reveal too much to this officer, Captain, especially since he seems very much to not be in the know.â
âAgreed.â
The man in front of you come suddenly to attention and stood and granted Silco a salute. âCaptain, I do apologize, sir, it wonât happen again. I was merely advised to keep officers away from this particular shipment to ensure,â he began before he leaned in and whispered as if revealing a secret, âthat no one could spread rumors about its cargo.â
âAnd you felt that telling us this was advisable when you have no idea who we are, officer?â Silco continued in the tone heâd used previously that seemed to have the man before you shaking in his boots as his eyes grew wide.
âOh! Iâm terribly sorry, sir, I wasnât thinking. I wasâby Janna, I mean, its my third week here and Iâplease, please donât go saying anything to Grayson. Sheâd have me behind a desk!â
You watched as Silcoâs eyes narrowed at the man, as if considering his punishment. âVery well. Iâll let this slide just this once, but do not mistake this for leniency, officer. I want to make sure weâre setting a fine example of security for Piltover in this effort. Do we have an understanding?â
âY-Y-Yes.â
âYesâŠwhat?â Silco drawled as he had the audacity to proceed to light a cigarette from his pocket and then exhale smoke into the manâs face through his nose.
âOh, oh, yes, sir.â
âGood boy,â Silco said as he walked past and you followed him with a nod to the man. You both walked together in silence for a while as Silco led you up the gangplank of the ship that youâd used as your cover story.
Once you both reached a spot where you were no longer visible, you let out a long sigh accompanied by a laugh, âI underestimated you, darling. That was brilliantly played. Are you sure you donât have that formal education weâd talked about? Maybe someone in theater?â
âShut up,â he gave you a half-hearted glare as you noted the slight uptick of his scarred lip.
âSo why this ship?âÂ
âWhat?â
âWhy did you use this ship for our cover? Any particular reason or did you just pull that out of your ass?â
Silco leveled you with the same glare heâd previously given the officer and paused for a moment before answering in a serious tone, deadpanning, âI pulled it out of my ass.â
You both stared at each other for a few seconds before laughing, âI knew it.â
âIn all seriousness,â he began as his laugher died down and he began to look around. âI actually did have a point in using this ship in the dialogue. As we were banteringââ
âFlirtingââ
âBantering,â Silco clarified to you as you grinned at the tease, âour way up here, Iâd noticed that all of the foot traffic of loading and unloading the cargo were from the other few ships here in port. Yet, this one seemed to have the heaviest guard.â
âI caught that, too. I also caught that it seemed like maybe the guard at front were waiting for somethingâŠor someone, for that matter,â you made your way over to the doorway the led into the shipâs hull. âSo we may wish to hurry things along before we have company, Iâd say.â
âAgreed. Iâll take topside, you look in the cargo hold, but donât dally.â
ââDallyâ? Honestly, Silco, who talks like that?â
He breaths your name out his nose in frustration as you gave him another shit-eating grin, relishing in just how easy it was to get him ruffled, before you ducked below deck to take a look around. You found yourself in near-complete darkness upon shutting the door behind you. Quickly, you find your lighter within the pack and light it as you descend the stairs. Spying a lantern off to the side upon a desk, you make your way over and light it in order to illuminate the space before you. The ship itself wasnât large, by any means, and so the hold you found yourself in wasnât this vast space with a lot of areas to hide things. The area itself was likely no larger than the main space of The Last Drop, youâd surmise, as you began to look around.Â
You jumped when you heard a voice that youâd not heard in a long while call out your full name.
âYou donât belong here, my dear,â a very tired, beaten down Petyr Singed said from within a holding cell off to the side of the space.
With a gasp, you ran over to kneel in front of him in the cage he was held within, âPetyr, I was just talking about you a while ago! What are you doing here?!â
The older man looked up into your eyes and his own held tears, âPunishment that I deserve.â
âNo, they cannot do this to you. I wonât let them,â you swear as you rummage through your pack and pull out a small metal lock pick from your old pants and begin to attempt to pick the lock on the cage door.
His long, cold fingers wrapped around one of your hands through the cage bars as he shook his head at you, with a sadness, âOriannaâŠmy little girl, my only child, sheâsâŠsheâs gone. Itâs my fault, you see. Thatâs why Iâm here, among other things.â
âOh, Petyr. Petyr, Iâm so sorry. What happened?â
âI told them it was an accident. One of the experiments the Council had me working with Professor Heimerdinger. It was supposed to help people,â he began as he wiped at the corner of his eyes. âTo heal peopleâŠâ
âPetyrââ
âShe was dying,â he said with a fire behind his eyes as he looked at you with conviction. âIt..it should have saved her. It would have saved her. He didnât understand. Tried to make me slow down, to stop. Said it was wrong. Unnatural, was the word he used. And thenâŠoh, my OriâŠâ
You reached through the bars and placed your hand on the side of his face, âPetyr, Iâve known you and your daughter for a very long time. Youâve done nothing but try to help every person whoâs lives you touched. Whatever this is that caused them to lock you up, whatever you believe you deserve, you would never try to hurt anyone. Let me free you. I can get you out of here and we can figure this out together.â
His clammy cold hand came to rest beside yours on his face, âYour breathingâs gotten worse, hasnât it? I can hear it rattling when you speak. When you breatheâŠThatâs why youâd been talking about me. Isnât it?â
The whiplash of a conversation change had you stop and shake your head. There wasnât time for this, you thought, as you ignored his question and started once again to try to open the lock. With a satisfying click, it unlocked after a few moments and you pulled the lock off and moved to open the cage door. Suddenly, you froze, and so did Petyr, when you both heard footsteps begin coming down the stairs behind you. Quickly, you snuff out the lantern and roll behind the cage he was held within and lay flat upon the ground. In the darkness, you hear him shift in front of you where his body would hide you behind him as your eyes began to slowly adjust to the dark. You hear the clicking of boots on the wooden floor of the hull moving towards you before a male voice curses under his breath. A shuffling noise briefly occurs before you hear the striking of a lighter and light illuminates the room, once again.
Silco stands in the center of the space and looks around before his eyes fall on Petyr Singed and narrow, âWho are you?âÂ

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Okay so I got brave and decided to doodle a younger Vander
I tried....đ đ
taped them back together <3
plus a small analysis ïżŒ
the little brains he had left melted out his ears the first time he saw silco in a cropped jacket. spare my desperate man some sympathy
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