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mangohgeckoh · 2 years

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F! Reader x Soft Dad Silco

Warnings: none! Just soft dad silco

Word count: 2k

Summary: Romantic tension between Silco and his employee. His teen daughter, Jinx, sees right through it though and try’s to get the two together! (Low key based on the Leslie and Ben Sexual tension scene in Parks and Rec)

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Five months. Five. Excruciating. Months.

It has been five damn months since Silco promoted me to being his personal assistant. The crime lord wanted to make sure his right hand had enough time to focus on missions, heists, and many beheadings to come. That’s where I came in. Unlike Sevika, I handled anything that didn’t have to do with violence. If Silco wanted a fresh brandy, I was there. If he needed papers filed or signed, here I am. If he needed his clothes ironed, well you get the picture.

But now since I’m almost always by his side, the tension between us has tensed more than before. Sure we’d pass each other every now and then when I worked as Jinx’s babysitter, but now I’m always behind him on the right as Sevika was behind him on the left. It’s not that I’m not grateful for this promotion, it’s just I only had to worry about the very rare moments of Silco dropping by. He rarely ever did. But when I saw the greyed hair and softened scowl saunter towards me I would almost always fold like a deck of cards.

I had worked as Jinx’s caretaker a little after Silco had taken her under his wing. And what a heroic story that was too! Poor little Jinx was abandoned by her sister to die only to be scooped up and rescued by the Eye of Zaun.

A little after working for Silco I started to…well…catch some unauthorized feelings for him. Never had I thought that I’d catch feelings for someone 20 years older than me. With his greying hair you’d think he was my father. After catching feelings for the crime boss I tried my best to distance myself from him in fear of being skinned alive if something flirty slipped out. It worked for a few years.

Until he promoted me.

So here I stand. A shaky teacup in hand, right behind the big man himself. I waited until his hand motioned me forwards to offer him his cup of earl grey. Silco accepted, bringing the dark porcelain to his pale lips. His mismatched eyes never peeled from his stack of documents.

Silco then, however, murmured. “Thank you, Dove.”

I nodded in acknowledgment. When Sevika didn’t know my name was actually Dove, she thought Silco and I were dating. It was pretty funny to watch her rough face contort into a grimace when she thought Silco referred to me as the pure bird of peace.

“Sevika, I cancel my next meeting.” He suddenly ordered. “But- sir,” The black haired tower of a woman stammered. “They are on their way to meet with you as we speak.”

The crime boss didn’t move from his chair, still in place like a rock sculpture. “That is why you’ll be outside my door to make sure they don’t interrupt my thought process.” The muscular woman stormed off, shutting the door violently with her robotic arm. I heard a breath of air leave Silco’s nostrils.

Metal clanged against the mahogany desk, catching my gaze to Silco’s lanky hand pushing the brass contraption to the side of the desk for me to see. I moved as if that was my que and picked up the syringe that hooked inside the cage of the contraption. A puff of smoke billowed out when the two pieces connected and I turned to the man who was busy signing a document.

“I’m ready to administer the medication, sir.” My words rolled out and caught on my chapped lips, turning into a mumble. “Hm?” Silco hummed in question. I was surprised he was so patient with me, I’ve seen what he is capable of when he wasn’t in the mood.

I repeated my poorly constructed sentence to which he turned to face me in his desk chair. Silco watched me expectedly, waiting for me to shoot the syringe into his eye. I gulped. This is probably my least favorite part of the job. Why you may ask? Because this totally ruins all my work of creating space between us to be sure my feeling wither away.

My knees found purchase on both sides of his hips in the cushion of the chair. My thighs held my bottom above his lap, being sure not to straddle him. My sweaty face held a little above his own as I held the medicine directly infront of his eye. Then, for a moment, I witness a glimpse of fear in his face. My heart melted, is the crimeboss of Zaun nervous? My finger hovered over the button before deciding that I should calm him down first.

“Did you see the new contracts on Shimmer territory rights?” I asked trying to get his mind off the needle infront of his black eyeball.

Again, he only responded in a “Mmhmm.”

“Well, I thought about you when I was organizing them.” I continued, trying to ease his stress. This caught his attention. “Oh?” His red pupil fixed on me and not the syringe pointed at his eye.

Just like that his anxiety transferred to me because I started to fumble with my worlds. “Well, I uh thought about you because, well, your logo was at the top Silco Industries.” I laughed nervously, not without stumbling over each syllable. The man who’s lap I was now sitting on watched me with amazement.

My method of distraction was working, but just as I was about to pull the trigger on the device, Silco spoke again. “Well I thought about you as well.” He replied nonchalantly.

My eyes met his and my arm that was holding the trinket became heavy. “You did?”

He scoffed and leaned back into the cushion of his chair. “Of course, I was thinking about how you were supposed to bring me the paper work.” Both of the mismatched eyes broke contact with my own, finding someone where else, anywhere else, to gaze. “Ah, right.” I felt my cheeks heat up with crimson before I regained myself to hold the device above his eye.

The syringe released into his deformed eye, injecting it with what I hope was medicine. The lanky man shot forward with a grunt, knocking his face into my chest. It took a moment for him to recover after hissing to realize his nose was against my corset. Now it was his turn to blush.

“Thank you for your assistance.” Silco grunted, gesturing for me to get off his lap. I nodded furiously and hopped off.

There was a moment of silence before Silco spoke. “I know you’re there.” He said quietly. What? Of course he knows I’m here. I was just administering his medication- oh. I looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes piercing through the shadows above the beams that lined the ceiling. “Jinx!” I exclaimed, worried that she might fall. She’s been doing this since I’ve known her but even though the teen is now 18 I am still cautious.

The teen began to clap. “Wow you guys,” She giggled, her eyes darting between the two of us blushing adults. “That was actually painful to watch.”

I stepped away from Silco’s desk, knowing full well that it sometimes serves as a landing pad for his daughter. Her father had swiveled back to face the papers he was working on. “I haven’t an idea on what you mean, dear.”

Jinx only rolled her eyes and stood on the beams, pretending to fall as she strolled across the metal supports. “You two are working on becoming the non-couple with the most romantic tension in Zaun.”

Silco and I shot up. “What?!” The two of us exclaimed. Jinx sighed “Oh well, it’s not like you both are gonna act on it anyways.” She said with a devious smirk whilst checking her chipped nails. Silco’s eyes darted to mine. “We don’t-“

“I don’t like-“

“Like eachother-“ Both of our sentences stammered into eachother only making Jinx laugh. “Wow,” She started, shaking her head. The blue braids whipped around her body before dangling on either side of the beam where she stood. “You two are a class act.” The blue haired teen chuckled. The sentence sounded more like it was meant for herself but it was said loud enough to make Silco and I blush.

Her father groaned. “Jinx, come down here.” Her eyebrows shot up and made a face that would make you think that her dad had just challenged her. “Sure thing, daddio!” Jinx said cheerfully and jumped down, landing a muddy shoe print on Silco’s important papers.

He only watched with a slight pout. “Ooh, ah, sorry…” She murmured, stepping silently off the expensive desk. Silco’s hand found purchase on his face as his fingers rubbed his aching temple, nursing an incoming headache. “You’re tracking mud in here-“

“Pops,” Jinx interrupted, earning a surprised look from her old man. “Here me out.” She then began to clear her throat as if she was about to make a speech. “You need to just get over it and tell Dove how much you want to make her my new mom!” Her tattooed arm gestured to my body next to hers.

That made the two of us blush even harder, now we couldn’t even look at eachother. “I…” I began but loss my words to my trembling lips.

“Jinx, enough.” Silco sighed into his palm that was still caressing his temple. “Please dad, you tell me everyday,” This is where she made a terrible Silco impression. “Oh, Dove, your eyes caught the light of my lamp making them look like stars.”

“Or!” She took in another breath. “I don’t know how you can have oil on your clothes and still look radiant.”

Silence fell over the room. The only sound was the rolling of the wheels attached to the large chairthat Silco had pulled back out to sit in. “I never told you any of those.” He said, an eyebrow hooking upwards.

Jinx itched the back of her head nervously. “Okay I may have overheard you talking to yourself.” Silco, acting as if this was a normal conversation, smirked. “You know you’re grounded, right?” He said softly.

His daughter groaned, making me laugh. “Fine! Just make it worth my while and ask her out. I’m tired of all your lonesome groaning around here.”

I only watched Jinx, knowing well that her father’s eyes were fixed on me. “Very well.”

What. “Wait, what?” I turned, my face was searing hot from my blushing. “Were all those things she said even true?” I asked, stepping back as he pursued me slowly.

Silco paid his daughter a compliment. “It appears my daughter is a keen listener.”

“Duh!” I heard Jinx say.

“But I do think it is time I act on my feelings.”

I froze and Silco had caught up to me. “Dove Marana, would you like to get a drink with me?” He asked, his piercing eyes were kind and soft, so was his voice.

“Yes.”

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Bonus:

Silco took me in his arms and the two of us embraced for a good while.

“BOOO!” Jinx groaned from behind us. “Dear, you’re ruining the moment.” Silco said within our hug. “No, dad, actually ask her if she wants to be my new mom!”

Her father let go of our hug. “That’s too fast, pumpkin.“

“No! Here I’ll prove it. Dove, wanna be my new mommy?” Jinx shot me the puppy dog eyes. I laughed. “Sure, hon.”

“Wait, what?” Silco looked at me surprised.

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mistresstaru · 2 years

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My Silco Fic Masterlist

Silco/Zolana series:

Exotic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35576899

Exotic: Deleted Scenes https://archiveofourown.org/works/36889048

Exotic: Supplemental https://archiveofourown.org/works/36425083

Exotic: Supplemental 2 https://archiveofourown.org/works/39604509

Exotic Supplemental 3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41388690

Zaundads Oneshot

Lay Low: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38632773

Merman!Silco/Female Biologist Reader

Virulent Waters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38909289

Unfinished Priest!Silco/Succubus!Zolana

Soul Call: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39207996

Silco/Zolana Hunchback of Notre Dame AU

Hellfire: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41855286

#please read my fics #i want to see my fics in recs #y u no like my fics #silco #Arcane #silco fanfic #silco fanfiction #silco/oc #silco/reader #zaundads #merman silco #priest silco

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leslie-red · 2 years

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Working on " Dark Beauty " chapter 21 named " Breakdown "

#silco #dark beauty #silco/oc #silco my beloved #silco fanfic #arcane fanfic #silco arcane #silco x oc #silco x vander #preview

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pinktimemachine · 2 years

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Updateeee

As you can see it’s 4am here so i cant even think about trimming the screenshot, so anyway, silco/reader fanfic update here

#arcane #arcane silco #silco/reader #silco x reader #silco arcane #arcane fanfics #silco fanfic #my writing #silco/oc

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witchypandamonium · 2 years

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It’s All a Performance (Silco/f!OC)

Post-Act 1 Silco/f!OC Chapter 11 of ? 2,277 words, SFW No warnings

AO3 link

The first thing Amara noticed was the smell—heady cologne, the hint of spicy smoke, and something clean and… green? So very different from the smell of her room she’d long ago grown nose-blind to. As a dull, satisfying soreness rose to her senses next, she realized where she was; remembered what had happened last night. It brought a smile to her face just thinking about it. If the gala was a dream, what did that make what they shared in this very bed?

She cracked her eyes open to the characteristic dim Zaun sunlight, soft and tinged with green, glowing from behind the curtained window and streaming from an open door on the far side of the room. Soft music, a sort of casual jazzy swing that she remembered used to thrive in the Undercity when she was a little girl, played from this mysterious room—seemed a clear invitation to her. Sitting up, Amara found her gown hanging neatly in the sparse closet and Silco’s folded neatly on a nearby chaise. In a bit of mischief she decided to put on the Chem-Baron’s burgundy dress shirt (and nothing else, as she hadn’t worn any underwear) and pad barefoot up the small set of stairs behind the open door.

At the top of the steps she found a lovingly-crafted Cultivair. She had wondered what the dome of glass at the top of the Last Drop was, but most Cultivairs were higher up, in the Entresol, so she hadn’t expected one here in the Sump. It was clear a lot of care and effort went into this private garden, every shrub, vine, and blossom thriving in the slightly humid air, perfuming it with the sweet smell of flowers. A small record player sat on the far wall, and not too far away Silco was tending to a large night-blooming shrub of some sort. His mutated left eye swiveled to her first, its monstrous appearance so out-of-place in a little pocket of paradise. He straightened slightly, sharp inhale through his nose almost inaudible, as he recognized what she was wearing (it wasn’t as oversized on her as would be ideal, but it at least gave her some modesty ending just a few inches past her butt).

“Morning,” she murmured with a smile, walking to one of the few flowers that was still open—a lovely dark purple bloom.

“I’m going to have to order another one of those,” he replied, eyes roving her body, simmering with the beginnings of that burning hunger from the night before. He moved to stand behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder, purring into her ear, “because that looks far too good on you. If I had my way you’d wear nothing else here.”

Feeling the color rise to her cheeks, she rested her hands on his and leaned back into him. “Good, because I’m not giving it back,” she laughed. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending a shiver down her spine. “Can I wear underwear next time, at least?”

“Hmm, I’ll take it into consideration.” A soft, chaste kiss was placed on her cheek, his prominent nose tickling her skin. “Which reminds me, where were you keeping that knife?”

“My coat sleeve. Why?”

“Because I’m struck by the urge to get you a garter holster.”

“You know I can’t resist gifts from you.”

“Such as a place in my home and in my bed?”

That stilled her tongue, knowing he felt her stiffen against him. “Are you asking me to move in?”

His hands drew comforting little circles along her sternum, his nose brushing her shoulder as he began trailing kisses down her arm. “After denying myself for so long I’ll do it no longer. I never want to let you out of my sights.”

“I’ll… have to think about it,” she answered honestly, adding quickly, “not because I don’t want to. It’s just… my family’s house has a lot of memories tied to it. I don’t know if I can just let it all go.”

Silco hummed in response, lifting her arm by the wrist so he could continue his path past her elbow. “Understandable. I’m not asking you to get rid of it—I’ll even take care of the rent if that’s what you need. But you are welcome here as much as you desire.” His trail ended at her hand, a kiss placed on her palm before he drew it to cup his unscarred cheek. “Perhaps acquiring a few changes of clothing to start? I can have Sevika take care of it.”

“As long as I can go with.” Her smile gained a wry tilt as she gave his cheek an affectionate pat. “I have a feeling you’d specifically tell her not to grab any underwear.”

She could feel the rumble of his chuckle with his chest pressed as it was against her back, teeth nipping the skin of her palm. “I will neither confirm nor deny.” He began to press more insistently, more intentionally, against her, hand at her waist sliding down to tickle the skin of her tight that lay exposed just under the hem of his shirt.

“Dad?”

They moved in unison, jumping as though struck by an Enforcer’s stun baton, Silco spinning to block her with his body while facing their little visitor, Amara pulling down the shirt as low as it would go as she darted behind him.

It was the little girl with the blue hair again.

“Good morning, Jinx,” Silco said in that soft voice that seemed so alien to him given his appearance. So her name was Jinx; a bit odd, but not terribly so—the nicknames some trenchers went by were sometimes even stranger. Still, she wondered if there was a story behind that.

“Is that the fairy lady?”

Oh shit. Hands still holding the shirt down over her modesty, Amara slowly slid from behind Silco and tried to keep her nervousness from showing in her smile. Just act normal, and maybe she wouldn’t notice. “Good morning. It’s nice to see you again,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I don’t think we were properly introduced—my name’s Amara.”

“I’m Jinx,” she replied shyly, eyes elusively drifting around the Cultivair, never fully rising to meet hers. “I knew you weren’t really a fairy.” There was a touch of stubbornness in her soft tone, as kids did when they needed to prove they were smarter and more grown up.

Amara shrugged, carefully kneeling in such a way that she wouldn’t expose herself. “Sometimes we all need to pretend things are a bit more magical to make things a little easier. We all deserve a little wonder, don’t you think?”

The girl hummed, finally finding the courage to look her in the eye. “I guess.”

“When I’m not pretending to be a fairy, I’m a singer. I make some gadgets to make my concerts more magical—if I remember right, you make gadgets too, right?”

That got her attention, eyes lighting up. “Yeah!”

“I have to go home really quickly to get a few things. Would you like to show me some of them when I get back?”

“Can you show me some of yours, too?”

“Sure,” she nodded. “I have a few things I can grab.”

“Why don’t you go get your new testing area ready, pumpkin?” Silco crooned, ruffling the girl’s already sleep-mussed hair.

“Okay!” And with a big grin she was off, running in that awkward way that kids who’d just hit their growth spurt and were still getting used to their gangly limbs did.

Only standing once they were alone again, Amara sighed in relief, leaning into the Chem-Baron as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Underwear?”

“Underwear,” he confirmed. “I’ll have Sevika get you something for the jaunt to your house.”

“Thanks,” she hummed, turning to peck a kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Feel free to bring anything you need to be comfortable,” he replied, chasing her to touch their foreheads together. “Anything else you need, I’ll provide—it’s no imposition.”

“Moving fast, aren’t we?”

“Is that a problem?” He tilted her chin up with a single finger, a glimmer of vulnerability shining in his gaze. In that moment she swore she saw a young boy with two seafoam eyes, not yet beaten down by life into the man who would make Enforcers scared to venture into the Undercity. He was so beautiful, but so was the complex man before her now—hardened, yet possessing of a secret softness that she was fortunate enough to see. Songs swam in her head, vying for her attention, begging to be written.

“No,” she smiled and shook her head, hand carding through his hair, freshly washed and styled (albeit with less product), as she moved to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Part of me just has a hard time believing this is real. Things so rarely go right here…”

He pulled her fully into his arms, slanting his lips to hers, swallowing her sighs as his large, willowy hands caressed her curves. “Oh, it’s real,” he purred. “No performance.” Then, with playful roughness, he thrust her an arm’s-reach away. “Now, while I can still restrain myself, let me see about getting you some pants.”

•••

Ran had delivered her a pair of their pants with a knowing smirk and a cocked eyebow, calling her “Fancypants” and instructing her to keep them for the show they’d be attending together next week. “Clearly you don’t have the right wardrobe—boss’d kill me if you get hurt standing out at Trapp’s on my watch.”

Amara made a note to prove quite the contrary to her when the time came, but otherwise simply took them with a sarcastic “Thank you.” If they thought she was some debutante from the Fringes, they were going to eat their words.

Sevika, meanwhile, was oddly quiet, loading whatever she was handed into the carriage waiting in the alley out the back door. Only when they arrived back at the Drop, the doors still locked and the bodyguard unmoving, did she finally speak up.

“He’s never opened up, even this little bit, for anyone before.” Her voice was dark and monotone, every word filled with weighty severity.

Part of her wanted to scoff. This was a little bit? But she knew better than to interrupt Sevika. And she was his right hand—if she had advice, Amara would take it without question or complaint.

“You may have an idea what happened to him before, but I guarantee you it was five times worse. But he pieced himself back together, and he’s the only hope we have of getting out from under Piltover’s boot.” Slowly she looked at her from over her shoulder in the driver’s seat, gray eyes intense, but unreadable—if Amara had to guess, she was conflicted and refused to let it show. “So tread lightly. While I want him to be happy—Gods know he deserves it after the shit he went through—I will not let you hurt the cause. If you do anything—to him or otherwise—to hurt the future of Zaun, I will remove you; most likely on his orders. You seem like a nice girl, I like you. I don’t want to have to do that.”

Taking a deep breath while she collected her thoughts, teeth worrying her bottom lip, she looked at the carriage floor as though the fibers would form into a secret script that would satisfy Sevika. “I won’t lie and say I know what I’m doing…” her fingers fidgeted with each other on her lap, “and yeah, this certainly is going fast, but…” Slowly she lifted her gaze, meeting the steely gray eyes currently scrutinizing her, letting the street tough see past the pretty mask to the uncertainty and optimism she was feeling. “I’ve never been this genuinely happy before, and it’s specifically because of what he’s doing for the Undercity. That I can be a part of that… that I can be there for him when the weight of it all seems too much… it’s all I want.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into by associating with him.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

The right hand of Silco blinked, seeming struck by her honestly.

“But if there’s one thing I am more than passionate, it’s stubborn.”

Her eyes narrowed, and then, after a beat of silence, Sevika laughed. Not a large thing, just a single huff, but it dissolved the tension that’d been growing within the carriage nonetheless. The doors unlocked. “Well, you’ve survived this long. At least you’re not a Piltie.”

Shrugging, Amara chuckled and climbed out, helping unload the few bags and boxes she’d packed for the initial stay—including the handful of devices and projects to show Jinx. She was returning the contents of one box that had tipped during a sharp turn when a commotion just at the end of the Drop’s back alley to her right that drew her attention.

It looked like a Shimmer deal gone sour, with the grungy buyer screaming insults at the seller and growing more and more aggressive by the minute. Wait, was that Brod? She couldn’t quite confirm, as a moment later one of the massive bouncers had thrown the man far out the alley, but those screams sounded very familiar. Had his addiction really gotten that bad?

“Something up?”

Putting the last flung scrap into the box and handing it to the inquiring Sevika, Amara shook her head. “No, nothing.”

You couldn’t help those who didn’t want to be helped, after all.

#arcane #league of legends #silco #silco/oc #f!oc #eventual smut #sfw #it's all a performance #sevika #jinx

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corviidaze · 4 months

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tfw i havent painted since the last post i made here, hope yall enjoy

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lacroixqueen · 1 year

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made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)

Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.

Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU

Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)

Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor

You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did.

I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke.

Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele.

You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death.

You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.

“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath.

Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration.

You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.

You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon.

“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo.

“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?”

Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose.

“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”

“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.

“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design.

“Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”

“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.

“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”

“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body.

“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt.

You nodded vigorously. “Of course!”

With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible.

“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order.

As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”

She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip.

“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”

“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.

Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”

Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you?

“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up.

“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”

“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again.

She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist.

You could have melted into her hands right then and there.

“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so.

She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you.

With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned.

“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork.

“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”

She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself.

She turned around to power on her tattoo machine.

“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.

You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up.

Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”

“O-okay.”

“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin.

Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three-

The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife.

“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.

“Too fast?”

“A little bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”

You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting.

Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits.

“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax.

“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still.

You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business.

To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of.

And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”

And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places.

Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head.

Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?!

“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”

“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”

“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly.

Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.

“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work.

Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!

Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt.

Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo.

“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”

You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time.

“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?”

You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it.

Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you.

You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you.

“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”

“M-my cami?”

Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.”

“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”

You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there.

Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before.

“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!

“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings.

“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said.

“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”

“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”

“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”

“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”

“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”

“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more.

You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.

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kissettka · 2 years

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day 39498698658486393948243952394829389424032855824 I'm still looking at the smiling silco out of context

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ddruxyart · 2 months

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For you to listen We'll drag you in the decay

Based on: J.C. Leyendecker - Arrow-Dress, Shirts, and Collars Advertisement (1930)

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vanhelsingsbigtoe · 14 days

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🥀 Astrid sketch🥀

A gift for @ink-and-dagger of silco trying to teach Astrid how to blow smoke rings😳🤌

I just wanted to say thank you so much for creating such and amazing story, I can truly see how much love and thought went into making it! Your writing is truly an absolute treat to read and to say thank you I drew this little sketch! I hope you like it, I had so much fun making it🫀💌🤭🥀

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silcosentropy · 9 months

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My NB OC Twelve and Silco at a gala for @kingpins-and-revolutions from our RP

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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.

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