#silver fox silco

[perfectlywingedart]

Silver fox Silco 🩶

[ink-and-dagger]

Wait Inky ! A mini mini mini mini fic about Astrid simping about Silco’s hair and calling him a silver fox please I beg on my knees🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Well... since you're on your knees and all...

SILVER FOX

Silco x Reader || Silco x Astrid || Post DWM || Established Relationship || SFW but a tad suggestive || wc: 900~ || AO3

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[ferinehuntress]

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　Silent feet pressed against the ground, her pads silent as the predator she was as she flicked her ears and watched a few of the people walking by. She noticed the regard they gave to Silco, avoiding being directly in his path, the waters parting for the man. He held clear power just in the street itself as she turned and noticed how the Merchants were working the customers over, the haggle of money. Her brow raised, tilting her head as she still yet to understand the purpose of monetary gain. She never used a coin in her life. fighting over a little silver stone? ti seemed laughable in her mind but this is how they did things.

"Deep down, that is what anyone can do. The core being of every one person whether they want to admit it or not," Ahri smoothed softly. "A need to survive, to thrive," Her claws flexed slightly noticing the knives as she sniffed at the air, filled with so many different scents in the area. A grin touched her lips, glad to hear his confidence.

Ahri's ears quickly shifted at the loud shot from the hut and canted her head, her ears flopping slightly to stare at the merchant selling the items. Shimmer? She had never heard of that, but she had seen con artists like this trying to sell things that didn't work. But quickly Silco gained her attention again as she turned to look at him, straightening her ears again. "You are gaining your claws and teeth through this shimmer?" Not everyone had claws and fangs, nor that animalistic desire to fight for their territory. She assumed that must be what Shimmer did. Before she could say much more, a few droplets of water hit her ears as they lowered flat on her head and her tail fizzed slightly. A hiss left her lips, shifting closer to Silco.

"I hate water," She muttered not annoyed with him, but just her instinct of hating getting wet. Heavy fur never did well for any fox; including herself. "I would like to see this... club?" She spoke, wondering what the club was like here. While she knew of the word, everyone had a different concept of club. Bilgewater had more bars and Ionia had fancy 'clubs' for drinks on the floor. What was the club here in Zaun?

Silco watched her blackened digits as they wrapped around his arm, and felt the softness of her fur against his sleeve. Between his glove and the cuff of his shirt, a sliver of his wrist felt her touch directly. Peachy, fuzzy, soft. So uncommon in the jagged, cold and slick surroundings of Zaun. As her tails wove together, the illusion became that much more complete. Yes, many Vastaya looked similar to what she now presented, and she'd be able to slip by without notice. He walked beside her, keeping his long gate shorter so that she would be comfortable in her steps next to him.

Zaun was bustling with activity, that night. Merchants were hard at work, haggling over prices with local customers, well used to the traditions of the city. They regarded Silco with a glance and nod as he passed them by. He was recognizable by his glowing orange eye,as well as his tailored coat. "They're a testament to our survival, if I'm being honest." He let his eyes scan over a rack of knives as they walked past. "Were it not for the more seedy and unsavory sides of Zaun, the rest would have perished under the thumb of Piltover's rule."

Her question got a look from him -- a glance of consideration and reflection. "Always." he was confident to answer. "I won't be satisfied until Zaun is fully independent and standing on its own two feet." And if that meant he was the one leading the nation, so be it.

They passed by the makeshift hut of a potion maker, who was hawking her goods to the denizens of the city. "For your ailments! Pain? Hunger? Sorrow? I have a tonic for all! Touched by shimmer for that extra kick!"

Silco gave the hut a quick glance, then returned his attention to her. "Of course, it hasn't been easy. Or simple. There have been many sacrifices. Many betrayals." His other hand gripped into a fist for a moment, then relaxed back open. "I like to think we're well on our way. With shimmer and the proper method of weaponizing it, we can stand against whatever Topside throws at us." He glanced up when he felt the mild drizzle of the evening rain beginning to pick back up. "Hm. Do you mind the rain? I could show you to my club, the Last Drop."

[perfectlywingedsilco]

Officially obsessed.

[zkyfall]

Okay just one more 🤩

Silco nap sound like it will solve every problem I have 😱

Heya, elf! 😍

Ask and you shall receive, here’s Silco Nap Art WIP from the WIP game : 

Background Story: I saw Fren's design for Shimmer Rezzed Silco (here) and absolutely lost my MIND. If anyone finds it, please return. He's so beautiful, its too much for my tender heart.

So I was thinkin' bout Silco's slow, painful recovery. Him being confused, weak and sleeping all the time 🥺. But of course, the war with Piltover is ON now and Sevika is busy holding down the fort while Jinx is running around distracting the Enforcers. 

So Jinx leaves her plushie with him as he’s recovering so he doesn't feel too lonely 😭💕

[ferinehuntress]

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　Her paws scrapped against the bed as she tensed when the pressure was applied to her skin though she did not cry out. Instinct told her not to because an animal showing weakness was easy prey; even a predator could become prey if too weak. Golden eyes looked to Silco, knowing he wasn't trying to hurt her, despite the pain that came from it. "Yes," She nodded, as she wanted to hunt him down if not for the weakening magic and her spiritual connection. Her head laid back down on the pillow with ears flat against her head.

The touch of her wounds caused a yelp and snap of her jaws, though she didn't attack Silco. Her hands clawed at the bed, grabbing the sheets to keep her hands from slashing out. A sigh left her lips when Silco stopped messing with the arrows, even though Ahri knew they had to come out. She would not gain her strength back until it was out of her bloodstream. Those arrowheads were continuously poisoning her though not killing her.

Turning her head, she watched Silco gather some material. Already she tried to hone herself, closing her eyes as she took shaky breaths. Slowly in and out, she finally looked at Silco. His eye was tender despite the serious gaze and she hissed as his hand grabbed the arrow. Her claws dug into the bed and then with the only warning of three words, the arrow ripped out. A fox scream rang through the room (better to scream than bite her tongue out) The arrow finally ripped from her flesh as she clawed at the bed and kicked her feet. Even her tails spread out. golden eyes turned blue threatening but only out of instinct. She allowed him to move her hand to press against her abdomen and she rolled onto her stomach and nodded her head.

While he prepared the next, the question came up and she steadied her mind to speak. "He was primarily cloaked, but he had dark brown hair, and a scar over his eyebrow, blue eyes. He was dressed in black, with some silver detailing." Ahri explained, focusing on the memory of what she was. "I know his essence though, I'm sure I could find it once I'm better off again," She added as she prepared herself for the next rip.

Her injuries looked to be rather painful -- one arrow to the shoulder, and another to the gut. He had been stabbed in the left side of his abdomen during an assassination attempt, and the old scar twinged a tad in sympathetic discomfort. He kept the cloth steady against her skin, applying pressure to keep the bleeding from kicking back up. After a while of that, he slowly lifted the cloth away to look at the cut beneath.

"A trophy hunter you say..." Silco considered sending some men out to track the culprit down. He thought about forcing them to beg for forgiveness before allowing Ahri to kill them, herself, but then his attention fell more directly upon the arrows still jutting out from her flesh. He set the cloth aside, not caring about the staining it may transfer to the sheets. Slender fingers moved to tenderly explore the wounds, checking to see how deep the arrows had gotten.

About an inch into her body, by the length of shaft left. Easier to pull out than to surgically remove, even though the doctor would have probably done the latter. He wasn't here, and Silco wasn't about to wait to fetch him. She was looking weakened by something, and from personal experience, his guess was poison. Again, the old scar twinged.

He got up from the bed for a moment, opening a drawer in his dresser. Within was a full kit of bandages and tools, mostly used by Singed when he needed personal medical attention. He pulled out strips of cotton and a needle and thread. Who knew how much he would need to use, but it was better to be prepared. He returned to her side on the bed, setting his tools aside for the moment.

He looked her in the eyes, serious, but somewhat sympathetic. One of his hands braced her abdomen, while the other took a firm hold of the arrow. "This will hurt," was his only warning before pulling fast and hard. The arrow came free, tearing its way out of her as it was loosed from her flesh. He tossed it to the floor, picking up the cloth to press against the now unblocked wound. He took her hand, moving it to place over the cloth. "Hold this. I'm going to pull the other one."

As he prepared to pull the next arrow, this time bracing one hand against her the curve of her shoulder at the lodged arrow shaft, he asked, "Did you get a look at this trophy hunter?"

[artist-assassin]

i just think he’s neat [ @simpfiles ]

[silcoitus]

I'm not going gray; I'm just slowly matching my blorbo, Silco

[a-gal-with-taste]

I’m a little unhealthily obsessed with Silco’s graying hair in acts 2 & 3 and I’m just imagining him reacting to being a called a silver fox because he is and he deserves to have someone tell his middle-aged ass how hot he is.

Sweetie, there's nothing healthy about our obsession with this cartoon evil man. His hair is the least of our worries ❤

Warning: Crack, kinda fluffy, minor pining, Reader is simping a lil' bit & is so absolutely oh my god they are so far gone you guys drunk, if Silco had any physical self-esteem issues before, he doesn't have them after this

"I should tell him." Ran immediately raises their brow, turning as they observe you. You don't pay attention though, turning a glass to catch under the bar-lighting. It's pretty, the ever-changing colors sparkling the glass and the shine catches on your eye and makes you blink. After a beat, you smile. As if you had found the answer in the see-through material. "Yeah.... yeah, I'm gonna tell him!"

Your co-worker almost looked weary to ask. "Tell who what?"

You frowned, rolling your eyes, suppressing a giggle at how the world swirled. "Tell Silco he's sexy, duh!"

Ran needed a moment to process the words that just came out of your mouth, and when they did, they turned and made a swift-cutting motion to the Thieram-... no, Chuck. You thought with a snort at the new nickname going around the crew. Chuck sounded funnier. "I dunno if a lot of people tell him... have you told him he's sexy, Ran?"

Clenching their metal-hand, Ran looks physically pained. Like yourself, Ran liked to keep to themselves, following orders and doing the dirty-work without complaint, before camping out at base or heading home without much fanfare. It had taken a while for the two of you to become more regular-drinking buddies, and right now, Ran looked like they were seriously regretting it. "... No."

"Well, why not?" You scoffed, lifting your chin and crossing your arms to rest your head atop of them, fingers lazily tapping on your other wrist. "He is, and more people should say it." Sudden though flashing through you, you jerked your head up to look at the barkeep. "Hey, when's the last time you told Silco he's-"

The taste of metal on your tongue, but Ran is in enough control of her prosthetic not to crush your jaw as they effectively muzzle you. "Do not finish that line of thought." A glance to your glass, and Ran snatches it up with the other gloved hand. "And don't finish the drink, either. I think you'd be absolutely suicidal if you try to complete either one." Scoffing, you tugged at the metal grip on your face until it relented.

You spat out the taste of sharp metal and rubbed at your lips. "Well, it's true. And don't people, like... like compliments? What's wrong with me telling the truth and complimenting him?" Silco was enough of arrogant asshole that he would probably lavish in the praise. But he was still really, really attractive so you supposed it was fine if he wanted to be a jerk about it...

"Whoops." Apparently that internal-thought wasn't as internal as you thought, for Ran is rubbing the wrinkles between their eyebrows with a groan. "Please don't get up and call our boss... attractive. Or arrogant, or an asshole, Janna's sake..."

They're right - if you're going to tell him, you might want to cut out the negatives.

"You are right, I shouldn't call him that," You didn't even give Ran time to sigh in relief, tilting your head. "But like, I don't think there's enough in our language to say about him. Do I just, like... make-up words?" Your co-worker promptly chugged-back half of your stolen drink, but you were squinting too hard towards the ceiling to notice as you pondered aloud. "I mean, I know what's hot about him, but how do you like... put that into words when... he's just... that... hot?"

A poet, you were not, especially in this state.

But you were determined, and even though Ran half-heartedly made a grab for you, you slipped off the stool, regained your balance before you fell flat onto the floorboars, and started a half-shuffle, half-stumble towards the stairs.

Some distant, far-away part of you that still knew what the word 'sobriety' meant, was screaming at the top of its lungs. Do not go up those stairs, it howled. Don't even think about it. You know this doesn't end well, you are drunk, and he's SILCO.

Unfortunately, that sober-part of you made the mistake of saying the S-word, and you only smiled at the thought, and took the steps two-at-a-time. Only nearly-falling twice.

"I'm busy." Piltover's Industrialist, and the Underground's Eye didn't even look up at the sound of his door swinging open without warning. If it had been Jinx, she would've come in through the skylight, hanging from the rafters, and Sevika knew to knock.

And if it were any assassin, he knew one of the two ladies wouldn't be far behind to take care of it. Therefore, Silco could focus wholly on his paperwork, debating whether or not to actually approve this distribution sale...

"Hey, what's that... fuzzy... dog-thing? We don't have them here, but like... they live in forests and stuff."

"I believe it's called a fox." He doesn't know why he answers, but it's offhanded and short. The 'get out while you still have the chance,' is clear in his voice, but you don't hear it, and only grin with a snap of your fingers. "Fox, that's it!"

You flop onto the plush couch, letting out a coo underbreath at how comfortable it is as you set your feet on the arm, one crossed over the other with a grin as you proudly declare, "You're a real silver-fox!"

Silco, whose decided to approve the sale, promptly smears the ink of his pen halfway across the page.

A blink from his eye, and, very slowly, he sets the pen down atop of the paper. Folds his hands together. And lifts his chin to look over at you. "What," His tone was calm, measured, and both red and green eyes were downright murderous. "Are you doing?"

"Shh, don't interrupt," You pout, and miss the way his knuckles go white when you wag your finger at him.

Crossing your arms overhead, a sigh sounds from you as your boss fumes at your gall, but you're too far gone to even notice. "It's like... ridiculous how amazing you are. I'm talking head-to-toe, just... my Gods, have you ever seen yourself in a mirror??"

Again, you wag your finger in the air. "Nuh-uh, I'm not finished! Like, it's everything about you, from the silver-hair, to the biceps, and that tight little ass..."

You sighed dreamily as Silco prompted choked on his own air at his desk, hand darting to grab his glass of brandy.

"But like... I don't see how everyone doesn't see it! You're just like... incredible." Again, you hate the fact that you can't even spell the word sobriety anymore, for you wish you had a better grasp on your vocabulary at the moment. Words are swirling around your head faster than the ceiling is, so you press the heels of your palms against your eyes with a frustrated grumble. "Like, just fucking beautiful. Do you know how stunning you are?"

The fact that you sounded genuine, and also absolutely plastered, made Silco grit his teeth as he set his glass down with a sharp clink. "Is this a joke? Do you think I renovated The Last Drop into a comedy-club? No one is laughing."

You frown, and somehow, find yourself on your feet. Arms sway in air as you caught your balance, and with the world swooping and swaying around you, make your way over towards the desk. "Oof, no, hey-" You nearly fell over it at the same time as Silco shot to his feet, face twisted in a snarl, reaching for the nearest sharp-object-

Smack

The reigning crimelord of Zaun flinched as both your palms landed on either side of his face. You were too out-of-it to avoid the sting entirely, but it faded quickly as he realized you were standing there. Smiling like a complete idiot, but standing there and beaming as you held his face in between hands, like it was something precious.

"See? Even when you're cute when you are angry... or, other-way," You giggled, lolling your head to the side. "Just... I don't know how everyone doesn't see it. How amazing you are, every part of you is just... words suck." You finally gave up, pouting as you lifted one hand to gently pat his scarred cheek, still holding his face as you leaned over the desk to gaze up at him, in true adoration.

"Words suck," You repeated. "You? Perfect."

Then you closed your eyes, finally hearing the far-away sober part of you wailing at your idiocy, and already drafting your eulogy. Distantly, you were aware of long fingers reaching around your wrists, and lowering your hands from his face. You assumed the slight tremble was from your own intoxicated muscles, all out of sync.

"How... much did you drink?"

"A lot." You hiccuped, cracking open your eyes to chuckle sleepily as you watched the world seem to smear and smudge past. "Would still mean it if I was sober, though."

"I'm..." A pause, so long you thought you fell asleep. As your eyes slipped close, you felt something slim and warm wrap around you, and you let out a happy murmur as you felt the couch beneath you again. "... I'm sure you would."

You frowned, blindly reaching a hand up when you felt the warmth leave you, after propped your hand on the armrest. Fingers caught the edge of an designed, leather vest, and tugged slightly. "Hey, nuh-uh. I would. I've been wanting to say that for months now, don't you go... not-believing me. I'm serious."

"Months... is that right?"

You snuggled back against the couch, hand limp and falling as you felt something heavy but comfy fall over your form. Almost hesitant, but you all but snatched it up around your body, smiling happily at the faint musk of smoke surrounding you. "Yep."

Again, it was quiet for so long you thought you'd fallen asleep. You felt that you could, honestly, and curled your legs up so you were nearly buried under the jacket.

Heh. Buried.

You'd probably be dead by morning for this ridiculous transgression, so the humor of mortality was becoming truly funny to even your dazing mind.

"We can discuss this further. When we are sober, and able to speak naturally." You hear a shuffle of something being set by the couch, but only frown. "What if this is how I naturally speak?"

"Ha," He doesn't sound impressed. "There's a bin beside you. If you even think about staining my couch, floor or coat, you won't get a chance to sober up. I'll kill while you're suffering from the worst hangover of your life, but I will not make it a merciful death. Understood?"

"Sure thing, handsome." Lengthy silence, but you strove to fill it. "My silver-fox. Cutie-pie. Hotstuff. Mr Right. Mcdreamy. Apple of my Eye..." You had to giggle at that one, and heard a small sigh, before a press of a finger at your lip, attempting to silence you. "Stop talking," The order isn't biting, but firm. "Go to sleep."

You were one to follow orders, and do as they were told. So obediently, you felt your weighted mind start to sink deeper into those depths calling to you, pulling in for a long, dreamless sleep...

But you didn't go quietly, not without ignoring his orders one last time to whisper with a smile playing on your lips as you drifted to sleep.

"Whatever you want, sexy..."

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[sunflowericescribbles]

Aaw she a princess, I hope she gets a little crown for her birthday then :3

Princess of Zaun

[space-blue]

Is it shoulder length hair?? Is it a bun?? The bun supremacy is anxious about this, of course, so I propose it IS a bun, it's just higher up on his head. The loose strands are escaped from the bun.

Long haired Silco our beloved. You're as real as Silver Fox Silco in our hearts!!

[iseutz]

Arcane developers be like:

-Ok, I like this Silco character, very well written. Now, what about the design, how can we make him more interesting? -What about we make him... not attractive? There's plenty of boring sexy villains out there. -Oh, I got it: let's make him old! Like 45/50-ish. Not elder, but let's give him some actual wrinkes. -But not silver fox- -No, not silver fox, more like we give him some 1950's republican-gay-in-denyal haircut turning grey. -Not bad, not bad... and not buff or super tall or anything. Average body. -Guys guys guysss: let's give him teef. -... -Like his jaws went through a cocktail shaker. -You're a fucking genius.

ARCANE FANDOM:

[chickenparm]

Okay first I just wanna say that your my favorite Silco writer, and so I need to know how Silco would react to his younger s/o calling him a cougar or something along those lines in a teasing manner. Please. <3

aaaa thank you! that's a huge compliment! here's a little dialogue snippet for you

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"You're looking extra handsome today."

"I've done nothing different."

"I think you've got a little more grey, actually."

"...Don't say that."

"A real silver fox, you are."

"I'll show you a silver fox if you don't shut your mouth."

---

For real though, he'd secretly love it. I imagine he's a little more self-conscious about the age difference than he lets on, but to know you're into that and aren't afraid to appreciate it? It'd be a HUGE ego boost.

[ink-and-dagger]

Silver fox Silco make me go brrrrrr

Silver Fox Silco make me go aawwOOOOOOGA BARK BARK *whistle* *foot stomp* humina humina ggrRrrRrRRrrrrr meow

[perfectlywingedsilco]

Silcaerys Targaryen, the first of his name.

[lillianofliterature]

about me. . .

Lillian, 23, she/her, panromantic asexual, pots, adhd, infp, 2w1

follower of Jesus, friend to bugs, obsessed with dinosaurs

aspiring author, fanfic writer, jewelry maker & paleoartist

what i’m typing. . .

REQUESTS

"silver fox”, terry silver x younger!reader [age gap] [mini series]

various preferences

ONE-SHOTS/MINI SERIES

“extending hospitality”, obi-wan kenobi x reader [part three] [mini series conclusion] ON HIATUS

“reflections of the heart”, severus snape x reader [mini series]

“the guilt of seven graves”, severus snape x reader [one-shot] [dark content warning]

"of gits and glowers", severus snape x reader [one-shot]

"down by the river", halsin x reader

"folk hero's plight", astarion x reader

links and resources. . .

main masterlist

imagines/preferences masterlist

request guidelines

my spotify (including character themed playlists and povs)

characters i obsess over. . .

alan grant, aragorn, astarion ancunín, august booth, beetlejuice, beorn, bofur, bruno madrigal, daniel larusso, daryl dixon, data soong, din djarin, dwalin, eddie munson, elrond, frodo baggins, george of the jungle, haldir, halsin, heimdall, jack sparrow, jareth, johnny lawrence, killian jones, loki, obi-wan kenobi, remus lupin, rick o'connell, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold, severus snape, silco, spencer shay, spock, tarrant hightopp, terry silver, thranduil, tyrion lannister

ariel, arya stark, brienne of tarth, danaerys targaryen, emma swan, frankie bernstein, jinx, karlach, katniss everdeen, leia organa, merida, mulan, natasha romanoff, regina mills, sansa stark, zelena

my fandoms. . . 

TV/SERIES:

once upon a time, outlander, arcane, star trek (tos, aos, tng, voy, pic), stargate (sg-1, atlantis, universe), cobra kai, game of thrones, good omens, our flag means death, the last of us, the clone wars, the mandalorian, the book of boba fett, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, grace and frankie, the walking dead, the waltons, matlock, sherlock, icarly, 2000s nickelodeon/disney channel shows

MOVIES:

the hobbit, the lord of the rings, harry potter, the chronicles of narnia, star wars, star trek, marvel/mcu, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, the karate kid (I-III), labyrinth, hunt for the wilderpeople, sense and sensibility (1995), alice in wonderland (2010), finding neverland (2004), the phantom of the opera (2004), beetlejuice, the nightmare before christmas, the little mermaid, emperor’s new groove, tinker bell, and a gazillion more 

BOOKS:

the hunger games, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, the true confessions of charlotte doyle, percy jackson series, the selection series, anything austen or brontë, and a lot of heckin’ good fanfiction

MUSIC/GENRES:

film scores/soundtracks, musicals, reggae, alternative/indie, celtic punk, celtic music, various independent instrumentals/composers, folk rock, 70s/80s rock, indie folk, pop, and a sprinkle of everything else (I listen to almost every genre, it just depends on what my soul needs in the moment! music is so cathartic, i’m almost always listening to it)

james newton howard, howard shore, bear mccreary, rachel portman, anne dudley, alexandre desplat, john powell, john williams, harry gregson-williams, mark isham, bob marley & the wailers, jack johnson, dave matthews band, red house painters, iron & wine, cat stevens, daft punk, adele, lord huron, fleetwood foxes, dodie, birdy, avril lavigne, priscilla ahn, AND SO MANY MORE! (i freaking love music)

if you want to know more or chat about any shared fandoms or inquire about unlisted fandoms or interests, just dm me!