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dearlymrme · 2 years

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In The Deep - Part Two (Silco/F!Reader)

merman!Silco/F!Reader

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Part 1, Part 3

What starts as a fascination quickly turns into an obsession for both parties. As it turns out they had more in common then they first thought.

It would have been a little easy to ignore if it were a one time encounter, you’re scientific mind pondering at the mystery of the event but knowing the likelihood of ever seeing it again were slim. The river was big, its waters deep, and at the perfect point of where the river meets the ocean, the odds of encountering the same fish twice were unlikely. Besides the massive Kraken, which some days even disappeared, you are sure you'll unlikely see the mystery fish again.

But it happens again. It's the end of your day, your specimens are cooling in the fridge and you are sitting in front of the window. A small table, procured from the dump, sits beside you, Undercity triage performed on its broken leg that while it teeters the substitute leg of plastic holds. Your tea when you are not steadily sipping from it rests on said table, steam wafting from it with the scent of peppermint.

In your lap is a thick textbook of fish life and species along with more well known marine life recorded in its pages and you steadily flip through to see if you can find matching pictures and names of the fish you have seen. Your knowledge of marine life is limited to what the fishermen hook up from the river and still looking through the books pages and comparing there are a lot of fish that are simply impossible to find.

You can safely assume that the mutation had made them unrecognizable. You find bits and pieces of what they could have originally been, but it is a hash of new and unfamiliar parts that make them impossible to place. One has the right tail but the wrong color and one too many pectoral fins. One lacks the angler atop its head. Another has too many eyes. You were fascinated and imagining the likelihood that everything you had been seeing were whole new species.

That's when you saw it again. A burning and molten red eye swimming toward you from the deep and pausing just shy of the light that filtered in through the window. Its fire luminescence is too dark to reveal much more than its long, snake winding body.

You take in just how massive this creature is. By the line of its tail along it was much longer or rather taller than you were. The size of the thing, and that was only from the slight parts you could see.

"Aren't you fascinating?" You say and smile at it, quickly flipping through the book for eels and snake fish. "I wonder just what you are. Won't you come closer? I promise I won't bite." You chuckle and tip your head at it. "Although, you just might."

You know it can't hear you and likely isn't smart enough to even understand your interest in it but it does stare. You hum a small song to yourself, not minding the company at all.

And it stares and stares long enough that you flip through the entire section on eels and similar marine life. You find nothing and set your book to the side before standing and approaching the window one more time.

“Your home is just as fascinating as you are. When I was young my mom would tell me stories that her mom told her, that her mother told her, about this time when the river used to be clean. Like, clean enough people could swim in it, way before Piltover started using it as it’s personal trash can.” You ramble and lean slightly against the window trim.

“I became a scientist to try and figure out just how bad the damage was, if it was at all possible to maybe reverse it. We get a lot of our water from that river and the filters can only do so much. People get sick from it all the time. The effects it has on the human body…” You mutter and grind your teeth in anger.

“My great grandmother told me of times when the beaches were clear of plastic and waste, when the sands didn’t smell like garbage. And I want that. I think that sounds lovely.” You chortle and then frown, giving a solemn shake of your head. “It’s killing us up here but look at you.” You gesture to the creature. “Mother nature at its finest. Adapt and overcome.”

You look at it again and can’t help the yawn that crawls from your mouth. You give the fish a small wave.

"Well. I'll be out late tomorrow collecting samples at the beach. Mostly plastic and dead remains.” You mutter that last bit with a growl and then shrug before giving the creature a playful smile.

“Hey, I don't suppose you could throw some of that kelp to the shore for me, could ya?" You gesture to the tall stalk of greenery beside the window "Be really helpful if I could get my hands on a leaf or two." Greenery rarely washed up on the shore and you were wishing from a deep well for the likelihood of ever getting more. The sample you had, that you had to pay a fishman a steep amount of money for when it washed up in his net, was dried out and too brittle to work with anymore.

You had said it as a joke, just talking to yourself because you sure the fish, while smart in the way most wild predators were, couldn't understand you.

Imagine your surprise when the next day you come across leaves of kelp banked at the shore. What looks like half a stalk, just floating with the push and pull of the waves, laid out for you like a gift.

Your slack jawed and shocked, almost consider it some sort of trap before tentatively approaching it with the care of most scientists. As in you get out your poking stick and flip through its fronds, half expecting a large mutated crab to scuttle out and snip at you

You hear a chuckle amongst the shushing of the shore and turn to glance out at the water's surface. Turning just in time to see what looked like a tailfin slap against the waves.

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mangohgeckoh · 2 years

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Fish Sticks For Two

Mermaid! Reader x Silco fanfiction

This one has been floating around my noggin’ for sometime! I’m glad to finally act on it.

Word count: 1k+

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Warnings for this chapter: Capturing, mild violence.

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Chapter 1

Above the depths

1781

Curtains of light cerulean danced underneath the dark waves. Sunlight pierced through the waves, manifesting itself as a flicker of blue light under the water. There you floated in a peaceful blue abyss, gills taking in and expelling water slowly.

Your skin pigment is pale from the lack of sunlight and bare from not needing clothes underwater. Your body was part human, with the top half of a woman. Black scales peppered over your stomach which trailed until where your abdomen should be. Your skin dipped under iridescent scales for the rest of your body, only to lead out to a long winding tail.

That very tail was silenced in motion to help still your body as you filtered in various types of crustaceans and particles that floated by in the open ocean. Your still form was floating absentmindedly ten feet under the surface of the Lane’s oceans that bordered Piltover.

Piltover was a loud city that was perched upon a mountain above the shore. Every now and then the civilians dump their belongings into the precious water below. One time a metal cup landed on your head, thankfully the water it broke through lessened the blow to your skull.

Only a month to go before you finish shedding your black scales. You had been waiting your entire life to be rid of the boring black tint that plagued your scales and had been very ready to trade them for a different color. But shedding made you sluggish and slow. You wouldn’t survive in the violent and harsh environment in the deep ocean. That’s where all the full grown or newborn merpeople live- and most of them are aggressive.

This part of a merwoman’s life was the most ansty. When a mermaid reached the age of 20, they must float ten to twenty feet below the surface until all their dull scales shed off. Once the shed is complete, the new scales are often brighter and more colorful. Some are different shades and gradients of one color, or multiple colors. Some mermaids are adorned with brilliant stripes or patterns that resemble that of a Whale Shark or a Lion Fish’s for example.

You on the other hand was hoping for orange, or purple or maybe both! Something to stand out amongst the other merpeople and to attract a formidable mate. The particular species you were apart of not only has the dorsal fins of a shark on their backs, but also have sharp teeth and tiny bulbs that lined the sides of your tail.

These bulbs were used for communication through morse code because sound evaporates in the water and you can’t yell “fuck you!” to another merperson without dragging in water into your lungs. However in human form, which your body automatically transforms into when it dries up, is fully functional with vocal chords.

Something, however, felt odd about today. Was it the water? Your lips parted a little to taste the water you floated around. No. Salty as always. Was it the temperature? Not that either. Or maybe it was the silhouette of something large coming right for you.

Your squinted eyes shot open from their relaxed state and your top half jerked backwards, tail propelling you in the opposite direction of the large grid barreling your way.

The grid like creature sliced through the water, gaining speed towards your now swimming form. Your back rolled against the water as your tail swished right to left, similar to a shark’s. But you weren’t fast enough.

Claws swiped at the rope like creature that captured you. You even tried to knaw your way through the creature but to no avail. The rope monster dragged you across the sea with it until your weight began to make it droop. That’s when the creature halted.

Your body was tangled in the uncomfortable and scratchy rope, thrashing against it to break free as the mister pulled you out of the surface. Your eyes burned at the touch of air and the sunlight pierced your skin.

Weakly your body flopped against what you now realized was a contraption of sorts made for unwarranted kidnapping. Or mernapping. When the contraption stopped in mid air you dared yourself to take a peek.

There your body was, being dangled in a device above your home. But you were high enough to lock eyes with a human on a ship that the device was attached to. The ship was large with three other nets on each side.

The human looked stunned at the similar but different creature they looked at. Your half lidded eyes scanned the human to realize it was a male. A young male. Maybe the same age as you. The young man’s odd looking hand without webs clutched onto a lever which you realized was controlling the device. Your parents had told you about their kind. Fisherman.

Upon realization of the human’s stance, your barred your shark like teeth and let out a hiss that only came out as a shrill. But the man’s eyes watched you carefully, not flinching at the aggression. This surprised you. Most legged-folk are easily scared. Your head tilted at the young man as you both studied eachother, curious about eachother’s species.

His expression smoothly melted from scared to nothing. “Silco! Did you find anythin’?” A gruff voice called out from higher up in the ship. That’s when you realize the ship was buzzing with activity, men were hurling identical devices on to the boat with fish and then throwing them back in when they emptied.

The man continued to study me. My finned hands grabbed the nearest ropes on his side and looked at him, my eyes tried to convey what my voice couldn’t.

‘Please don’t kill me.’ You thought, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, the human could hear your thoughts. “Silco!” The same voice yelled, this time with less patience. This made the young male’s green eyes look up, before coming back to meet my own.

He visibly sighed before releasing the lever, making the device that held me drop back into the water. But before it did, I heard a voice that I only assumed was my savior’s. “Only a bunch of seaweed, captain.”

Once the ropes untangled in the cerulean water, the contraption spat you out and your body swam away as quick as it could. But not without thinking of the man. Your savior. Your hero.

#arcane #silco arcane #silco #arcane fandom #fanfic #silco fanfic #silco x oc #silco x reader #silco x you #silco/oc #mermaid #mermaid reader

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sunshine-ape-123 · 2 years

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The character's that showed me I have daddy issues one way or the other

Take a guess at which one made me realize it, lol. *hint* he dies at the end of the

Movie

Also, most of them are/were my favorite characters but they all have a special place in my heart ❤️

This probably only covers half of the characters throughout my life but Alas, Tumblr only lets you have 10 photos so.

Most of these characters are father figures. The rest I find very attractive. I will not be elaborating

#Julian Devorak #daryl dixon #James #loki #arcane silco #silco #princess and the frog #grandpa longneck #beauty and the beast #Maurice #king triton #the little mermaid #joel miller #tlou #Caesar #pota

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aviidus · 2 years

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Oh dear, that would be quite unfortunate wouldn’t it, @chickenparm.

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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So....favorite Disney princess movie? 👀

OOOOO. It really depends on the mood.

Usually Beauty and The Beast but usually if I want something on in the background I'll put on Moana. The songs are so good in Moana man.

#THANK YOU ZKY! <3 #ask game #sweaty asks #my favourite though as a kid was little mermaid #if I ever do a songfic it'd probably be kiss the girl with reader x Silco

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storiesofzaun · 2 years

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Last Line tag game!!

Hi there! @wincestisasincest tagged my main blog in this little fun activity so I'm here to contribute!

"The woman held her hands out in a 'stay' motion, then lifted her pointer finger before swimming away and out of sight."

I tag @thedreamlessnights and @madschiavelique and anyone else who wants to join in!

#arcane #tag games with friends #this is from that silco mermaid reader fic im working on #yes #still

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vellesmoke · 12 days

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I will not say that the difference is just some huge over the past 2 years🤔

#art style #art style timeline #art #fanart #fan art #arcane #arcane silco #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #little mermaid

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silcoitus · 4 months

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String of Lights

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Silco x f!reader, smut, Shibari, BDSM, Dom Silco, Brat reader, Spit As Lube, improper use of christmas lights, Christmas, Christmas Smut, christmas in everything but name, Male Masturbation

Word count: 2.9k

This was written as part of a secret santa exchange! Merry Christmas, @roxnpens! I hope you enjoyed this!

Beta reader and secret santa organizer: @deny-the-issue

You and Jinx decide to surprise Silco with some festive decorations in his office. He decides to use said decorations as your punishment.

Read on AO3

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I used the same knots—fisherman’s harness for torso and mermaid tie for legs—that my bestie used on me the first (and so far only) time I've tried shibari! Hope you enjoyed!

Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @ariaud @jennrosefx @ins0mniac-whack @steponmesilco @sherwood-forests @leave-me-alone-silco @givemebeansnow @aeryntheofficial @dreamyonahill @lostbunn @eurydicethesage @thepineapplesimp @whatisafandom @violet-19999 @juicboxd @sageandberries-png @delta-is-here @beardedladyqueen @mutedwordz @fly-like-egyptian-musk @jennithejester @mrsdelirium @witheringblooddemon

Join my taglist!

#silcoitus #silcoitus writing #silco fanfic #silco x you #silco #silco x reader #arcane silco #silco smut #silco simp #shibari

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lullabyes22-blog · 11 months

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Silco Headcanons - NSFW🦈💕💀

Dating Silco headcanons🦈💕💀

Dating Sevika headcanons🐉💕

Jinx Headcanons💣

Mel Headcanons 🦊

Sevika Headcanons 🐉

Silco Headcanons Part I and II 🦈

Heavy NSFW - Dirty talk, bondage, sadism, mind-games, general awfulness

Some men are patterned lovers: a certain way of touching, kissing, fucking, with only minor variations. They know what they like, what they're good at, and rarely venture off the beaten track.

Silco is not one of them.

Despite his outward veneer of control, the bastard thrives on unpredictability. He's also got a taste for exploring the taboo and pushing both social and psychological boundaries. Definitely one of those people who believes in leaving both morality and political correctness at the bedroom door.

If you’re in the bedroom at all.

The downside to this attitude is a restless boredom once routine sets in. It also means that he discards his partners (playthings) without batting an eyelid, and is always on the prowl for more stimulation.

Sex for his younger self was once a form of intimacy and connection-building. For his older self, it's a means of ownership and an insidious tool of control. Think of how a mermaid's song lures you deeper into the waters. Then the waves fill your head, your eyes, your lungs, and swallow you inside-out.

That's sex with Silco in a nutshell.

Abandon sense, all ye who enter.

He initiates the way he does everything else.

Talking.

He has no preferred pattern: it can be anything from banter to argument to insults. In each case, the aim is singular. It's meant to destabilize you - and make your whole body pay attention.

In the middle of a businesslike discussion in his office, you might feel a cool skim of fingertips on along your thigh and the dark chill of a whisper in your ear: "Since my lunch is late, I'll just have to feast on you. And what better place than on my desk?"

Or in the middle of an argument, he might seize you by the nape of your neck, corner you against the wall, and hiss, "Let's see if that mouth is good for more than backtalk. Get on your knees. Now."

Or bent over his knee, your legs dangling and the blood rushing to your head as his hand moves languidly over your welted ass, he'll murmur, "I can't decide what's the prettier sight. You, choking down tears. Or choking down my cock."

His verbal play is always aimed squarely at what's between your ears - because that's the fastest feedback loop to sparking what's between your legs. He's also practiced at tailoring his approach depending on who he's with, what they respond to, and what he wants from them.

On a dime he can be courteous or crude. Patient or possessive. Tender or terrifying.

For instance, he might notice your fondness for family anecdotes and accurately deduce that your walls come down when transported back to the idyllic era of childhood. He’ll engineer a situation where you feel like an innocent again, and trust him wholeheartedly… all the better to inveigle his way into your pants.

Or he might notice you're ultra prudish, and have a ramrod’s need to be in control - only to put you in a situation where you're utterly at his mercy, thereby stripping away both your inhibition and resistance, so he becomes your sole anchor to sanity.

Or he'll observe you have an innate desire to help others, then manufacture a façade where he's the needy one, and confess how you are indispensable to him, and must help him with X or Y. All the better to stoke your ego and lure you into his web.

The aim of each strategy is sexual. But it's the same approach he employs in the boardroom, in the back-alleys, and in the streets. He preys on what people want, and convinces them he's the door to what they desire: transgression, freedom, strength, salvation etc.

In terms of foreplay, it's as colorfully varied as everything else he enjoys.

With his tarts and toys, he's purely into self-gratification. After all, he's shelled out coin for it - and expects his money's worth. In those settings, he's rough and straightforward - very much, Wham-bam-there's-your-tip-my-crew-will-see-you-out. Even his conversation is tersely monosyllabic: "Strip, kneel, suck, there, harder, fuck, take it, come."

With a fun fling, he's much more wryly accommodating, albeit still calling the shots. But he will go through the dance of give-and-take, and take an interest in what gets his partner hot. "If you'd like me to stop, do share. If you'd like more-" A crooked little smile. "Beg."

With a partner he actually cares about (!?), the foreplay is in motion from the moment he's in your company. He'll be much more attuned to moods, receptive to body language, and softer in his overall approach. During the act itself, expect spontaneous generosity and lots of patience. Even his wordplay will be different - almost reassuringly simple. "Sssh. Take all the time in the world. I'm right here."

Re: penetrative sex - once again, it varies. On the whole, he prefers it rough, and enjoys a little pain mixed in with the pleasure: giving or receiving. His affinity for water also comes out in his rhythm: languid or brutal, a rolling tide or a punishing tempest, depending on his mood.

The man has a black cauldron of rage bubbling inside, and has spent a good decade microdosing on Shimmer.

Suffice it to say: there's some serious snap in those hips.

With his tarts, he's all about chasing his own high: just a good hard dicking until he's shot his wad. No real banter: just a sensory instruction-manual of grunts and gasps: "Take it", "Move your arse", and "So fucking good".

With a fling, he's attentive, but keeps a check on his libido, a corner of his mind always focused on observation, leverage - and that perpetual edge of mockery. At certain points, he'll slow down or stop altogether right when the going gets good. When his partner starts bucking or clenching to maintain friction, he'll chuckle "Eager, are we? Where's the rush?" and continue the grinding torture until they're a quivering wreck - right before he pounds them into jelly.

With a lover he's fond of, he'll tend to switch it up, depending on his mood and their desires. At times, he'll be so dreamlike as to verge on doting. Plenty of smooth, deep, languid strokes and praise practically spoonfed like dark honey into the ear. "Ssh. Let me take care of it, petal. Just let go." Other times he will pin them facedown into the sheets and absolutely wreck them - as much for his pleasure as theirs. "Mine. Only me. You belong to me."

In all cases, he is unapologetic in what he wants, and can be a demanding beast - especially if you're being coy.

"Want more?" he'll whisper, right before he slaps your ass red. "Beg for it."

He's flexible in terms of positions. His favorite is doggy-style. It lets him control the pace, leaves his hands free to roam, and to see his partner's expressions if there's a mirror ahead. The view of your ass is a fetching bonus.

Preferred orifices: down the throat or up the ass. Less mess afterward, and more peace of mind.

Fundamentally, he enjoys pushing limits - both his own and his bedmates. It's less about the act itself, more the visceral honesty it evokes. He's also got a range of kinks. Bondage, blindfolds, and edgeplay are a given. But he equally enjoys voyeurism, choking, sensory deprivation, impact/knife and temperature play - as well as multiple partners.

In fact, his favorite game is to push two playthings together, then step back to savor the fireworks: at once the spectator and the master of ceremonies.

As for oral, he's a devotee to both sides of the coin. He likes suckjobs - a lot - and takes them with an attitude of idle entitlement. One moment his fingers will be playing with your hair, the next he'll coax you to kneel right under his desk. "Mmm, that's it, sweet. Harder. Like that. All the way down."

He also likes giving suckjobs. He's patient, canny, and has a filthy tongue. He enjoys edging his partners, and has a cruel streak for orgasm denial. It's as if he has a vested interest in making you beg, even when he's the one on his knees. "What's that, tartlet? You want to come? Hmm. I don't know. I quite like the view." A hand caressing your face - right before he hooks a couple fingers into your mouth. "Now be quiet. You're not finished until I am."

To summarize, Silco is a psychological sadist. His aim is to deconstruct your mind, and decouple your defenses. Sex is less a way to assert power so much as a way to demonstrate its fluidity. It's also a form of violence - whether it's a palm circling your throat or a voice husking commands in your ear.

If you want him as a lover, you should come armed with an attitude of unshakeable self-confidence. He's never met anyone he couldn't bend to his will, but there's nothing more attractive to him than a strong-willed playmate. He's also attracted to partners with a smart attitude and a stubborn streak of independence. Be prepared for him to bait you to the breaking point. Beware that once he's got you vulnerable, he'll have you so convinced he's all you need that you'll beg him to keep you.

And be forewarned:

“Like everything in Zaun, nothing comes without a price.”

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #silco headcanons #silco headcanon #silco x reader #fanfic #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo

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dearlymrme · 2 years

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In The Deep - Part One (Silco/F!Reader)

merman!Silco/F!Reader

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Part 2, Part 3

What starts as a fascination quickly turns into an obsession for both parties. As it turns out they had more in common then they first thought.

“It’s a perfect spot given the space but also considering what it is you're studying.” Singed had said as he introduced you to the new lab under the cannery.

You wondered how he found the place. It was spacious, a thick door of metal with a latch that kept out intruders and snooping Enforcers. It was an open room with plenty of space to work, much better than the hole the two of you took residence in before; a cave which had you both adapting with such synergy that even in tight quarters you had learned to move around each other in such a way it was almost like a dance. You didn’t need to do that anymore. You could finally turn around without the threat of slapping him in the face with a clipboard. You could actually run between the walls, they were so far apart.

“Nobody will bother us down here. Though, that’s not to say that we won’t have guests.”

He gestured to the viewport of life beneath the polluted waters of the River Pilt.

It had been months and the sight outside the porthole still fascinated you.

You had spent a lot of downtime just staring out in the thick blue waters at the large beasts of fish that swam past the window. The shadows of a deep one in the distance that’s large tentacles curl and furled out and dragged slug and sand up in clouds. You had taken to calling it Kraken. You know it’s likely not THE Kraken but still it was a terrifying being that nobody even knew lived under the waters, that you didn’t even know lived under the waters, until recently.

It was impressive though. Despite all the horrible poison and chemicals Piltover had poured into the water, that life still managed to adapt and overcome. Tall stalks of weed grow up from the bulge of slug and sand, surviving on what had to have been the bare minimum of light. You wanted samples. Your scientific mind itches to get its fronds underneath a lens to see just what it looked like. What sort of genetic make-up did it have? Seaweed was used in all manner of health foods, kelp included. You wondered just what kind of benefits the river’s toxins could have given this species of underwater flora.

You had seen all manner of different kinds of fish. Some with the heads of a viper and horns sticking from their gills. You had seen one that was a royal purple and fins close to that of a beta, long and elegantly flowing, hiding barbs underneath that were likely full of poison. What manner of toxicity must it have to poison something so adapted to poison already?

But you loved it even more when night fell. When the tests were done and you got to drag your chair to the window and wind down with a cup of tea and simply watch the night come to life. The underwater world would light up again in a different way. Bright luminescence of fish you would have never seen during the day by how clear their bodies were, their skeleton glowing in neon. Bioluminescent plankton that floated and blinked like fireflies. The Kraken itself had a pattern of glow to it, running down its tentacles and pulsing like a heartbeat.

You can safely say that you had spent such a long amount of time that one would say you had seen it all. Perhaps eventually the luster would wear off but it never did. Everyday was something new.

Tonight for example.

It burns red like hot coal. Speckles climbing up the sides of its body in hellfire splotches that flicker between a setting of dull and bright. You can just barely make out the shifting of fins coiling along the front and back of a snake like form, it was long, likely a sort of eel. But there was a single bright ombre of red and orange that you assumed was an eye.

And it was watching you.

You could turn on the rest of the lights, the only thing that kept the room brightened this time of night, while Singed had gone to bed and you had decompressed by watching the fish, was the luminescent flowers that Singed had been studying.

And whatever type of fish this thing was, it was smart. It was avoiding the small dull halo of light that beamed through the window and lit up anything that passed through it. The creature stayed just out of reach but remained moving. Its fins fanned with its body, coiling like a snake and its burning eye locked onto you.

So you watched it and it watched you. You stood from your chair and walked closer to the port to try and get a better look.

It was hard to see, even when you squinted but there was something more to this fish. You couldn’t put your finger onto it until you realized that it was looking straight at you. It had forward facing eyes.

This thing…whatever it was…was a predator.

And despite the thick glass separating the two of you, you can’t help but feel like you were already in its jaws.

#chickenparm you genius #reader #reader insert #let me try my hand at this #silco #silco league of legends #silco arcane #arcane #league of legends #league of legends (arcane)#silco x reader #silco x f!reader #f!reader #mermay #mermaid #merman!silco #writing #dee writes

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