Silco x Reader

Twenty-One

It was already noon when you were awakened by a knock on the door. You raised your head and had to wipe the saliva from your cheek, which had dripped from your open mouth while you were sleeping.

Your hair was sticking out into all directions.

Your appearance was similar to a battlefield but at the same time you had to admit that you couldn't remember the last time you had slept so well. And for so long.

There was another knock at the door. It was a polite knock, slow and patient, but powerful at the same time.

Whoever wanted to see you had time and respected your privacy.

Wondering who it could be, you put on the bathrobe and tamed your wild hair to look presentable.

When a third knock sounded, you opened the door.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Sevika, isn't it?", you tilted your head questioningly to look the giant woman up and down.

With a grim look she nodded and pushed past you into the room.

"Sure, be my guest...", you mumbled and closed the door again. "I'm afraid I don't have any snacks or something to drink to offer you. Maybe if Silco keeps me here longer that might change. Any preferences? Wine? Whiskey? You look more like someone who brushes her teeth with vodka, now that I think about it."

She actually had to smile at that remark. The expression on her face brightened slightly as she looked around the room and placed a bundle on the bed.

"I like you.", her eyes checked you out from top to bottom. "Silco must hate your big mouth."

Grinning, you shrugged.

"Probably. But I wouldn't say I'd like to be friends with him either. Need to work to keep my bad reputation."

She nodded and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Can't judge that decision. He's very picky about his friends."

"Then you must be someone very special.", you pointed at her mechanical arm, purple shimmering between its metal parts. "If he gives you that, then you must be valuable to him."

Her dark eyes briefly jumped to the prosthesis before she looked at you again.

"I am loyal to him and in return I can enjoy the nice sides of Zaun.", Sevika's mouth twitched into a smirk. "But as it seems, he's focused his interest on you."

Confused, you tilted your head.

To help you along, she pointed to the bundle she had brought.

"A gift.", her eyebrows raised, amused. "Usually his gifts are deadly. But you don't have to worry about that. I've checked it. Out of curiosity, of course."

"Huh...", you nodded, letting your eyes wander over the green, clean fabric. "What is it?"

She grinned.

"Are you afraid?"

"Concerned is more like it."

"Again, very wise of you. If you're desperate to ruin the surprise, it's clothes."

"Clothes?", you frown in confusion. "Why would he send me clothes?"

Sevika shrugged, absolutely not interested in finding out the answer.

"Maybe he doesn't like his new minion walking around in rags.", she suggested, more joking than sincere. "He got me some new clothes, too as he stared to become more important. And the idiots who do his dirty work for him, too. They now look like they jumped out of a Piltover fashion magazine."

"An odd choice for contract killers.", you muttered, unable to keep from grinning.

Laughing softly, she shrugged, but had to agree with you.

"At least they don't bring him shame. Anyway, this is your new uniform. There are three of them, all the same. If you need them to be cleaned, hand them in at the bar upstairs. Everyone is informed about who you are.", her eyes settled on you, seriously this time. "No one will try to fuck with you. You are now officially Silco's little pet."

You had to laugh bitterly at the designation.

"How charming.", for the first time you took a look at the new outfit. "Does the position happen to come with some privileges?"

You didn't look at her as you asked. Your eyes wandered over the upper uniform instead, black mixed with red, decorated with golden embroidery.

At the sight you immediately thought of the suit that Silco himself wore every day. It was not exactly the same cut or model, not so tightly tailored and supposed to be more adapted to your body type.

Also, the details were not so extravagant, kept simple.

Everything about those clothes screamed that you could be an asshole from the uppercity.

Sevika watched the change in your face with an amused smirk. One of her eyebrows rose.

"Not thrilled?", she asked. "He definitely chose them himself."

With a sour expression, you raised your gaze again.

"To make me look like his less wealthy doppelganger?", you asked.

"Or to make it impossible to mistake you for somebody else. If you look like him, you will be feared like him."

Sighing, you wrapped everything up again.

"But I will also be as easy to spot.", you pointed at the bundle, which gave you mixed thoughts. "It's like a horse in the middle of a bunch of chickens, if you catch my drift."

Agreeing, she nodded.

"His decision though. I wouldn't argue with him. Especially not about such unimportant things like clothes.", raising her hands to show how little she cared, Sevika moved to leave. "Anyways, he expects you in a few. Hurry up."

But as she walked past you, your hand reached out and grabbed her.

She froze, her head turning to throw a grim glance over her shoulder.

"Don't touch.", with a harsh gesture she freed herself.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to be rude.", you turned to face her. "May I ask you for a favour?"

Raising an eyebrow, she hesitated.

"What exactly?"

"I need you to buy me some time."

"Why?"

"I need some stuff."

"Silco provides everything. Just ask."

Sighing, you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, you want the truth? I need to get out of here. Just for a few hours. I do not feel like meeting him today and I need some special shit, okay? If you tell him I escaped or have, I don't know, a cold or something, I'll owe you one."

For a long moment Sevika thought about it.

"One condition.", she demanded. "Be quick about it."