#can i tag this as vanco yet

[allthepandasintheworld]

page 2-4 out of 7! guess who makes his appearance :) there is lore here i promise

ignore the fact that the timeline here is extremely nebulous, i blame the fact that arcane itself also has timeline problems <3

part 1

[justacanofcorn]

Oh My Love (Damien Karras x GN Reader Pt. 1)

(Pt. 2)

Summary: Reader (non-gendered) is completing their master's capstone at none other than Holy Trinity church. And guess who is starting to have a crisis of faith?

Rating: M

Tags: religious imagery and symbolism, catholic guilt, priest kink, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, gn reader, queer characters, realistic depictions of anxiety attacks, s*icide, foul language, eventual sm*t

November is cold in Georgetown.

Four years of your Master’s studies has taken you from Penn State to Rome, to the hills and valleys of the East, and back to Georgetown now, to take up a scribe’s position with Holy Trinity Church.

You’ve never been a scribe, at least not for money. But you can’t pass up this opportunity. Georgetown is only an hour and a half from where you grew up, and it is a pleasant enough little town.

It’s your first day so you’ve dressed in your smartest sweater and slacks. Your coat is a hair too big. You bought it for five dollars at a second-hand store in town with the aim to grow into it, though you’re fully grown.

A worn cassette player is nestled delicately in your pocket. What money you’d saved on the coat you spent on a nice pair of Vanco headphones so you can listen to your music in peace. Today, it’s John Lennon.

It’s a little after nine when you reach the church- earlier than you’d planned, but that was a symptom of neuroses. You had to be early to everything.

You creak open the great wooden doors to the church, clicking off the music and resting your headphones on your neck. Within it was warm and smelled sweetly of incense. The gentle wood beneath your feet gives a little with each step you take and soon you’re in the nave of the church. It’s not very crowded, only six or seven people, but at the altar, beginning mass is a priest in a green chasuble. He’s impossible to miss. He’s intense yet carries a softness in his voice as he reads aloud passages. His black hair falls into his eyes and you feel the sudden desire to swipe it away.

You promptly push the thought away and linger in the back as the pipe organ strikes up and the small crowd begins singing.

You must lose yourself in the ceremony of it all because soon things are wrapping up. You blink away the haze of just watching it all and straighten.

“Pardon me, y/l/n?”

You turn to find a priest standing beside you. He has a wide smile and clean-cropped hair.

“Yes, that’s me. Are you Father Dyer?”

He nods and extends a hand for you to shake and you do. The music begins again and the bells strike.

“I am. Thank you so much for coming. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“I was, but I showed up early. I always do- can’t help it. It was nice,” you nod to the altar but the other priest is gone and the parishioners are dispersing.

“It’s nice to hear. How does it feel to be back in Georgetown? I saw on your resume that you got your undergrad here.”

“It’s familiar so it’s comfortable.”

You keep it at that. No reason to dredge up why you constantly reassure yourself about living here. It’s a nice town. It’s close to home.

You falter for a moment when the other priest approaches the two of you. He’s dressed down to the typical long-sleeved button-up and slacks. And he wears them well.

“Ah, Damien! This is y/n. Y/n, this is Father Damien Karras. He serves as priest and psychiatrist here at Holy Trinity.”

You shake hands and note how well they fit together. “Double duty? How'd that happen?”

“Holy Trinity made me an offer I couldn't refuse,” he says with an earnest smile. “What brings me here, if you don't mind my asking?”

“Work, hopefully,” you reply, catching Dyer's eye. He smiles and nods.

“Y/n is completing their Master's capstone in transcribing religious texts. Georgetown sent them here to study our collection.”

This seems to pique Damien's interest.

“And what are you looking for in our collection?”

You unsuccessfully attempt to hide a blush as the truth of the matter comes to light.

“Truthfully, I'm analyzing for mistranslations. Not that I think I'll find something no one else has before, but maybe I'll write it down in a new and interesting way.”

Both men nod, and if either of them are uncomfortable they hide it exceptionally well. This reassures you a little.

“Well, welcome to Holy Trinity. If you need anything, I have an office on the second floor.”

“Do you have office hours for spiritual counseling?”

Damien cracks a smile and even gives you a chuckle for that one.

“No, the spiritual door is always open. It was nice meeting you. Joseph,” he addresses Father Dyer then exits from a side corridor. You watch as he goes, for some reason wholly fascinated with the way he spoke to you and the rich contrast of it against his preaching. You often forget that priests are people too.

Just…usually not people that you find attractive.

“So,” Dyer begins, clapping his hands together in a way that shakes you from your thoughts. “Have they got you set up with a place to live?”

You nod. “An apartment on Prospect Street by those tall stairs. It's nice enough. So, when can I start?”

“As soon as you'd like. We can get you situated in one of the studies in the back corridor so you won't be disturbed. It has easy access to the library.”

The reality of it begins to set in. Your own study and unlimited access to ancient texts? It was every grad student’s dream.

“That sounds wonderful, Father Dyer. Thank you. Is it alright if I return tomorrow to get started? I have some supplies I need to get before settling in.”

“Of course. I’ll let Father Merrin know you’re here. He’s about to leave for an archaeological dig, but I’m sure he could spare a moment to talk to you about translating Latin. It’s one of his favorite pastimes.”

That you didn’t expect. Father Merrin is something of a legend around Georgetown. Prolific, with a deep voice that people found both calming and demanding. He often left Holy Trinity for things like digs, or pilgrimages. You never thought you’d get the chance to meet the man.

“I- that would be spectacular. I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

“Alright, I’ll get it set up for tomorrow if I can. Have a good day, y/n.”

With that Father Dyer leaves. With butterflies in your tummy, you depart as well, welcoming the cool air of Georgetown as you take the first steps into what is shaping up to be a wonderful adventure.

[goddessofroyalty]

To the person that wanted Vanco with Viktor as his kid as well as the others, my brain figured it out – here’s 1500 words.

Also every name everyone calls each other has like… 100 words worth of stuff it’s supposed to clue you in on world building wise that I am very aware it doesn’t actually. There is justifications for it all though I promise.

Pairings: Vander/Silco, pre-Jayce/Viktor

Tags: omegaverse, Viktor is Vanco’s eldest kid, canon divergence generally (no Vanco Divorce, Act 1 goes slightly differently)

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“Wait I know you!”

When Viktor said he might have a solution to their funding issue Jayce hadn’t known what to expect. But it wasn’t the back entrance to a bar in the Undercity and a blue-haired girl he had been told he must have hallucinated.

The girl staring up at him is definitively the one he saw in his old lab at the Kiramman’s right before the explosion that changed the trajectory of his life though.

Which means that Cait had been lying about being the one to accidently cause it. And Jayce had been right that there were others there.

“Powder who are you talking to?” another voice says from inside the bar and a pink-haired girl appears behind the other. A girl around the same age as Cait is.  

Alpha Jayce picks up off her scent but she’s young enough that it’s not the full alpha scent. She definitively has the protective edge of it though, unlike Cait’s whose omega scent has gotten any of the real trademarks of the designation other than just a nebulous knowing she is one. People grow up faster in the Undercity Jayce supposes, especially when they have younger siblings to look after.

Although now that he thinks about it more there is something about both girls’ scents that reminds him of Viktor.

“Viktor! Why are you here?” the pink-haired alpha says, suddenly breaking into a grin before peering at Jayce with suspicion. “With a Piltie alpha?”

“I need to talk to Silco,” Viktor says, going to walk in only to be stopped by the blue-hair girl. Powder the older one had called her.

“You have to pay the toll first,” she says, her arms crossed.

Jayce almost goes to dig through his pockets for some money but Viktor’s sigh stops him.

“I was in a bit of a hurry, I, ah, forgot your present this time sorry,” Viktor says, “next time, I promise.”

The little one pouts and the young alpha rests her hands on her shoulders and seems to try and lead her away.

“You can’t expect a present every time Viktor visits,” she says and the little one seems to contemplate it for a moment.

“Fine,” she declares. “I’ll tell Dam you brought home a Piltie boyfriend then.”

“Wait- Powder- Don’t!” Viktor takes a step as if to chase after her but he doesn’t stand a chance, the girl off like a shot. Jayce reaching forward to grab Viktor’s arm that doesn’t have his cane to help him steady himself again.

Jayce doesn’t need to understand the language to know what comes out of Viktor’s mouth next is a curse.

“Well you’re screwed,” the pink-haired alpha says, watching them with sharp eyes. “Why did you bring him anyway?”

“He is my partner, ah, work partner,” Viktor corrects because the young alpha’s face clearly thinks he means the other kind. And while Jayce wouldn’t be against being the other kind of partner they hadn’t had that conversation yet.

“Right,” the pink-haired alpha says, scanning Jayce up and down. He has no idea how someone so young can still actually seem to be sizing him up and be actually intimidating with it. “Does this ‘partner’ have a name?”

“Jayce Talis,” Jayce says, holding out his hand.

It earns him a snort but the young alpha takes it.

“Vi,” she says, her handshake firm. “I’m the one that’ll beat you up if you screw over my brother after Silco leaves you in a gutter somewhere.”  

“Silco,” Jayce says after Vi steps aside to let them in. Jayce following Viktor through the corridors he assumes towards the bar. “I know that name.”

“You should,” Viktor says, but doesn’t offer anything else to help jog Jayce’s memory as they walk into the main part of the bar.

The man waiting for them quickly does the job of reminding Jayce who exactly Silco was. His face a lot harder to forget than this name. He had been there at the hearing as well – the Zaun representative – not that he had been allowed to vote because of the investigation that was still determining if there was any Undercity involvement in the explosion.

He somehow looks even more pissed off now than then he did then.

The blue-haired girl is sitting on the bar with a smug expression, making Jayce fairly certain he knows what is making Silco look so pissed. And if Vi is Viktor’s sister he feels fairly safe in guessing that it means Silco is Viktor’s Dam.

Which would have been nice to know earlier but Jayce supposes he hadn’t asked.

“Let the boy have a chance to explain himself Sil,” the alpha next to Silco says, running a knuckle up and down the omega’s side as if to try and calm him. And it is a testament to just how pissed off Silco looked that Jayce had somehow failed to notice the alpha at first despite the fact he was at least twice Jayce’s size. He clearly Silco’s mate and that means he’s probably Viktor’s sire.

Jayce can see it, he supposes. Although he doesn’t know where the two girls got their hair from.

“Fine,” Silco says with a glance behind him to the alpha, “Vitya, explain.”

“Jayce is my work partner,” Viktor says to thankfully get that misunderstanding cleared up. “And I brought him here because we wanted to discuss a business opportunity with you.”

Silco eyes Jayce up and down and Jayce tries to present himself as the kind of person one should invest in. Not that he knows if that’s the same in the Undercity as it is in Piltover.

“We can discuss this in my office,” Silco says, his anger deflating slightly. But there still a clear defensive edge in the omega’s scent.

“That’s great!” Jayce is already starting to move when Silco holds a finger up at him.  

“Not you, I will discuss this with my son first.”

“Right, sure.” Viktor was more than able to sell Hextech by himself even if Jayce wanted to be there as emotional support.

Not that Viktor would need emotional support for a conversation with his parent right?

Viktor doesn’t seem concerned at least. So Jayce flashes him a supportive smile as his partner follows his Dam into the back of the bar.

A second later Jayce realizes it leave him alone with the rest of Viktor’s family.

“They’ll probably be a while,” Viktor’s Sire says, heading back behind the bar. “Want a drink while you wait?”

“Sure,” Jayce says, because it would be rude to turn the offer down. Plus it gives him something to do, sitting at the bar and holding out his hand to the older alpha. “I’m Jayce Talis by the way.”

“Vander,” the alpha says, putting a drink in front of Jayce before taking the offered hand.

It’s said you can learn a lot about someone from their handshake. All Jayce is getting is that Vander’s grip is strong and Jayce is fairly sure he feels his knuckles almost give before the alpha releases him.

He wonders what Vander thinks of his own handshake then. Probably that it’s weak in comparison.

Not that he needs to impress him more than any other possible business partner.

“Vi and Powder are Viktor’s sisters right?” Jayce asks, taking a sip of the drink and almost spitting it out from how strong it is. He forces himself to swallow to not seem rude.

“Yeah,” Vander says, starting to clean the bar. Which doesn’t offend Jayce – they did interrupt by arriving unexpectedly. “Plus Claggor and Mylo, the other two boys, they’re downstairs doing stock take but’ll come up soon enough.”

“Doesn’t Viktor talk about us?” Powder asks, making Jayce jump from how she seems to suddenly appear at his side.

“We mostly talk about work.” Jayce had tried to start talking to Viktor about his family but the omega had seemed reluctant and Jayce had dropped the topic.

He doesn’t really understand the reluctance now. They seemed like a good family if a bit abnormal.

“What does he normally bring you when he visits?” Jayce asks to chance the topic, remembering the conversation about the ‘toll’.

“Something for my inventions.”

“You make things too?” Viktor wasn’t the only member of his family that had the need to create?

“Yeah!” the girl says, suddenly beaming and leaning over the bar to grab something out. Proudly slamming something on the table in front of Jayce.

“It’s a bomb?” Jayce realizes after examining the additions to the clapping monkey toy. He glances at Vander but the alpha doesn’t seem all that bothered by his still unpresented daughter building bombs.

“It’s a flash bomb,” Powder corrects like Jayce is an idiot. “Just to scare away mean people. At least it should if it goes off when it’s meant to.”

“Can I take a look?” Jayce asks, because he understands an inventors want to keep how their creations work to themselves.

“Sure,” Powder says pushing it over to him.

It’d weird working on a bomb with the intent to make it work. Doubly so one made by a child he is fairly certain broke into his lab less than a year ago.

Powder’s Viktor’s sister though and that has to grant her a level of trust right?

“It’s the connection between your timing mechanism and the flash, the wire itself is shit,” Jayce says, already digging into his coat pocket because he thinks he has some spare wire in there. “Here, try this.”

Powder looks at the offered wire.

“And this will make it work?” she asks.

“Should, unless there’s something else as well.”

A second passes and then suddenly the girl snatches the wire from his hand, grabbing her bomb and running off.

“Powder!” Vander calls after her and she stops dead in her tracks.

“Oh, right – thank you Jayce!” she says and then bolts off again.

“That was the right thing to do right?” Jayce asks Vander because, again, he just helped a girl build a bomb.

Vander shrugs.

“Should make her hate you a little less,” he says.

“Oh good. Wait- why would she hate me?”

[zorak-show]

Perhaps a Vanco/Zaundad's drabble where Vander tries to help Silco relax after a stressful day? Could be fluff or really anything. Just whatever you think Vander would do to help him out. :)

i love when fandoms share a collective braincell like this, I also got a request from a friend on discord for something similar! So this goes to both of you. Thanks for requesting something!!

For the Children of Zaun

Silco x Vander

733 words

Rating: G

AO3

warnings/tags: domestic fluff, councilor Silco, zaundads, silco and vander are married and adopted Vi and Powder together. In a universe where everything is ok and nothing hurts (or at least not as bad as canon haha), possibly OOC as it's extremely fluffy and sweet

summary: Silco finally got a seat at the councilor's table, but feels he isn't being taken seriously. Vander lets him vent and offers comfort.

“You better not go in there. Dad’s in a bad mood,” Powder said, sprawled out on the floor in front of Silco’s closed office door. She was coloring in an old notebook of Silco’s. Markers, crayons, and pens spread all over the floor in front of her.

Vander squatted down, “Is that so?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, not looking up from her drawing.

“It’s getting late, little one. Why don’t you pack up your art supplies, and I’ll take you to bed.”

“But he said he’d be right out once he cooled off,” Powder protested, looking towards Silco’s office door.

“He will, and I’ll make sure he comes to wish you goodnight,” Vander helped her put her colors in a small tote she carried around. She pouted but put her stuff away and got up to walk with Vander towards her room. She clasped her tiny hand into his as they walked down the hall.

He tucked her into her bed, covering her with the mismatched blankets and quilts and ensuring she had her stuffed rabbit in hand.

“Goodnight, Powder,” Vander said, rising from the side of her bed.

“Goodnight,” she said through a yawn.

Vander left to go back to Silco’s office. Mentally preparing himself to not let his husband’s lousy mood affect his own. He knocked on the door before entering.

“Go away!” Silco yelled, but Vander was already inside the office, clicking the door shut behind him.

He was worse than Vander had seen him in a long time. His hair was disheveled and papers and books strewn everywhere in his office. There was a drink on his desk and a lit cigar in the ashtray. Probably a lot more where those had come from, Vander figured.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Vander asked, clearing off some papers to make room for him to sit on the couch.

“What’s there to say? The council promised us a seat at their table, yet they take nothing I say seriously. I’m a joke to them. We are a joke. Still undercity slime in their eyes. I can’t take it anymore,” Silco paced the room, his voice racing through, gesticulating wildly.

“Look at this, Vander,” Silco shook a stack of papers in Vander’s face, “look at this! I worked so hard, and for what? They won’t listen.”

Vander had no idea what he was looking at, and Silco wouldn’t hold still long enough for him to see, so he just nodded his head in empathy.

“I’m sorry, love. What can we do?”

“Oh, we’ll make them listen,” Silco’s face grew dark, his eye downcast and squinting into space. “We will make them listen.” He stilled remained glued to the spot he stared at.

Vander hummed in response, not wanting to escalate things.

Silco poured himself another drink and puffed on his cigar. Vander stacked the papers and books on the rest of the couch.

“Come and sit down,” Vander patted the seat next to him.

Silco ignored him, looking through his bookshelves for something.

“Sil, come and sit.” Vander now demanded.

“I’m busy, Vander.”

Vander rose and walked to Silco’s desk, picking up the bottle of bourbon, half gone, and he was sure it was all from tonight. Only one thing could disarm him now. Vander approached Silco, back turned to him, still searching his shelves for something.

“Sil,” Vander placed his hands on Silco’s hips, “it can wait.” he wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed him into himself.

Silco inhaled like he was about to protest but ultimately succumbed to the hug. He turned in Vander’s grip to face him. He sighed out and hugged him back, resting his face on Vander’s chest.

“I’ll help you come up with something tomorrow.” Vander said low and soft, “for now, let’s get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” Silco bemoaned, squeezing Vander tighter.

Vander laughed and bowed his head down to give Silco a kiss on the forehead, “Whatever you say, love.”

They left the office together, Silco stopping to say goodnight to an already sleeping Powder. Vi was in her own bed, fast asleep as well. The two men stood in the doorway staring at the sleeping children, so peaceful and serene.

“I just want things to be better for them, Vander. For all of the children of Zaun.”

“I know, love. I know. We will make it so.”

[space-blue]

WIP ask game

Rules are as follows: post the barebones plot of your wips in a new post and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a snippet/tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have wips. I was tagged by @shadow0haven, thank you!

Sadly, I'm not sure if I can play this ask game right. I have an indecent amount of published WIPs, and most of them have no content to share that isn't posted. I just am "in between chapters". So I won't share those, to make things more manageable.

WIPs not yet shared :

All the pieces of your soul : As the Empire tightens its grip over the galaxy, a battle with the rebellion has unexpected consequences. Ahsoka is called to a medbay and confronted with a man she never wanted to see again. Tarkin, recently promoted to Moff, was caught in an explosion. He's alive, but memories are in ruin. Desperate, Ahsoka weaves a lie and gives Tarkin back his identity, with a little extra added in: she tells him he was always a double agent, working with her from inside the Empire.

Dual Anakin & Obi-Wan Time Travel : No working title atm. Both Obi and Ani go back in to right after Phantom Menace after their death, meaning Obi-Wan has some catch up to do on Anakin's eventual return to the light. Their first stop after settling things between them is to call on Dooku, who is pretty spooked by the vibes that come off of them.

A Letter for the Magnus Institute : A letter comes across Jon Sims' desk, containing a statement and a call for help. A book of power was caught in Paris, but it's not done causing havoc.

Elias & Jonah : dead dove of the self harm and weird made up lore variety.

Ongoing published WIPs:

A Worthy Gift : Thrawn is gifted a Jedi in carbonite as a peace offering by Jabba the Hutt. Obi-Wan Kenobi the former general. (chapter 3+)

The Centaur Breaker : Centaur AU for Arcane, where Zaun is Silco's "rescue" ranch. Set in a fantasy world completely different from Runeterra. (chapter 2 just made me struggle a lot, never finished it, though I want to)

Fathers and Daughters : Silco adopts Vi and Powder both. I'm at the end and my motivation is at an all time low. This current chapter is a struggle, but I also have a lot of Cait PoV to juggle.

Unfinished WIPs I'll probably never post :

Escape : Cad Bane is right across from Ahsoka's cell in "the wrong Jedi" arc. He convinces her to free him in exchange for guidance in the underworld of Coruscant.

The Jedi Cad Bane AU : This one was an absolute blast to plot, with lots of crack elements. In this story, Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and his padawan Meeyan are sent to investigate a high profile mass murder. A famous Toydarian chef called Ramson Gimbsey (yes) was killed while live streaming his show "Hells' Galley" from his luxurious restaurant ship (yes).

In Confidence (chapter 2) : If a group of sentients could ever use some good therapy, it has to be the clone troopers of the GAR. But when Samy opens up the first clinic providing said therapy, he finds the clones reluctant and suspicious. Yet he perseveres, and the vode warms up to the idea. (I have most of chapter 2 written, but I'm not ok with it and I feel overwhelmed by how well received the first chapter was. Too much pressure lol)

Regulars : A second person fic in which you're a barista, and Elias Bouchard is a much maligned regular at your new job. He loves your coffee, and his favouritism means relief from his attention for everyone else. All is well until another widely hated regular steps out of line. Worked a lot on this but honestly not sure it's worth sharing or finishing.

Vander/Silco modern AU : with bodyguard Vander and white collar criminal Silco. Big age (and power) gap with older Silco. Wrote it on the vanco server and never got around to polishing it despite having 4k words of it.

Little Red Riding Hood Vanco AU : More zaundads, with misguided love and deeply troubled themes. In which Vander is a werewolf and stalks Silco, incapable of comprehending he could be loved without a form of dependency tying people to him, he gets engaged as guard against the very wolf he turns into.

Original fiction WIPs :

Immortals : In a post-apocalyptic society living in a walled city, a farmer wonders why she has never gotten sick, and why her cuts and bruises are always gone in minutes. When she meets an outsider recently arrived in the city, he has more answers than she bargained for.

The Border : Two women travel through the Border, the uneasy strip that separates the domains ruled by gods and pantheons. The very literal fringes of all societies. One is on a desperate quest, the other her reluctant guide. Both have complicated relationship to power and the men in their lives.

Anything sounds interesting, ask away. And here are some optional tags if any of you feel like doing your own, I'd be curious to see what you have going on : @spicedrobot @dreaminghour @stolen-pen-name23 @kckenobi @zkyfall @smallhorizons @dral-koumine @patheticwetobiwankenobi @kitepiper

[nonbinaryeye]

3, 16, 17 for the fanfic ask thing? :)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

That's interesting question... I have not yet finished any of the fanfics I thought that would be my masterpieces this year but I'm quite proud of These feelings are rather silly as this fic really hooked me up for Mordebas as a ship and all the angsty potential of it. I'm also really happy I managed to finish at least one Vanco fic as a really like their dynamic so I should mention The Things We Want and the Lies We Tell as well. Also I managed to write Goncharov fic No Time For a Cigarette the day I've learnt about the movie. It was even before it had established fandom tag and I'm quite proud of that as well.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

I think it's either: Jonah Magnus being Jonah Magnus, Established relationship or Complicated relationship. The first one is rather self explanatory. The other two are because of lonelyeyes.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Oh I do love writing Jonah in any form so I need to mention him for certain! There's so much potential so much interesting charecter exploration to be made!

But as I'm really quite a lot into Disco Elysium right now I feel like I must admit I do enjoy writing all the characters there quite a lot too. Especially Harry and his skills even though it can be challenging at times and I have not actually finished yet anything in his pov. But I had so much fun writing Jean's pov as well!