#young vander x reader

[soolessgurl]

girls loves skinny ahh dark meanwhile women loves buff

psychotic dude dude who took care of his bff

who turn his bff daughter into children n love them as his

a weapon who try to real children too, plus

kill her other sister he’s literally a symbol in a

whole city

[bumblesimagines]

A Burning Hill

Prequel

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Ever since he's known (Y/N), Vander's had the biggest crush on him. Who knew the Hound of the Underground was such a softie?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Arcane warnings, young!Vander being smitten, fluff, sexual content

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The bell atop the door jingled, signaling the last drunk customer had finally managed to make his way out into the drizzling streets of the Lanes. Vander watched the door slide shut behind the regular, muffling the shouts and bustle of the Undercity and leaving the bar momentarily quiet.

He set the rag down on the counter and gently wiped at the circular water stain left behind by one of the cups. A smile tugged at his lips when, a beat later, a familiar mellow rock song began flowing from the jukebox pressed against the wall. 

"Don'tcha ever get tired of the same old songs, Fel?" Vander asked with a soft chuckle, his gaze raising to watch his dear friend sway her hips along to the music. His eyes lowered to the barely visible bump showing through her dress, and he felt his heart squeeze with affection. He couldn't wait to meet the rascal growing in her belly. Little Violet. "You're gonna drive your brother crazy one of these days."

Felicia laughed, airy and warm. "I already do."

"I bet you wish you could be the one driving him crazy," Silco mumbled teasingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he flickered them up to gauge Vander's reaction. The tip of his pencil tapped twice against his paper, a soft chuckle shaking his shoulders before he resumed his writing. 

"W-What makes you say that?" Vander's face warmed, and he rubbed the rag into the wood harder despite it being as shiny and polished as possible. 

"Oh, please, Vander," Felicia giggled, her fingers gently gripping the skirt of her dress to lift it slightly as she sat on the barstool. She braced her arms against the table, lips slightly jutting out when he placed a cup of plain ole juice in front of her. "Everyone sees how you look at him. You should ask him out already. He won't bite."

"Well," Silco sucked his teeth and reached for his glass of red wine, swirling it a few times. "I've seen him bite before. Twice, actually." 

Felicia rolled her eyes, reaching over to playfully bump her fist into his shoulder. "He won't bite hard." She corrected herself and lowered her head to slurp on the straw in her drink. She swallowed the orange juice in her cheeks, her nails tapping against the counter in contemplation. "I think he likes you."

It was pathetic, honestly. He was a grown man in his thirties acting like a teenage boy experiencing his first crush. 

Vander's eyes shot up to look at her and then darted away in embarrassment when Silco and Felicia snickered. The tips of his ears warmed, undoubtedly turning a soft shade of pink that matched the rest of his face.

Vander had never known a feeling like the one that filled him since the moment he first laid eyes on the feisty man Felicia lovingly called 'brother'. The world stopped spinning whenever they locked eyes, and an electric filling always fluttered through his body when they brushed against each other.

"I'll clean it-"

The bell jingled again, and he cleared his throat, preparing to call out to the person that they were unfortunately closed, but his words came to a screeching halt at the sight of (Y/N) standing by the doors.

He pushed his hood back and let the door rattle shut behind him as he walked further into the bar toward them, leaving a trail of raindrops that dripped from his clothes. He glanced down at them. 

"Don't worry about it." Vander dismissed with a shake of his head, pointedly ignoring the amused grins Silco and Felicia exchanged. "Can I get ya anythin'? Whiskey? Ale?" He shot Felicia a quick glare when she snickered into her fist. 

"I'm good," (Y/N) replied, the corners of his lips twitching up into a faint smile that made Vander's throat tighten and his knees wobbly. "Thanks."

"You shouldn't be walking around in the rain, (Y/N)." Felicia chasitied, brushing away raindrops from his jawline.

(Y/N) slipped his notebook out from his jacket and set it beside Silco's journal, one arm draping around Silco's shoulders as he flipped it open to show him a new design. Felicia reached toward him, curling her fingers around his wet sleeve.

"What do you think of these?" He asked, barely batting an eye when Felicia tugged him toward her so she could plant a kiss on his temple. 

(Y/N) swatted gently at her hand and scowled. "I'm not five anymore."

"You'll always be five to me." She smiled tenderly, her fingers wrapping around his jaw so she could smush his cheeks until his lips puckered slightly.

"Ugh."

"Are these hoverboards?" Silco questioned suddenly, his head tilted as he looked over the design in (Y/N)'s notebook.

Vander chuckled and braced his arms against the counter, unable to pull his eyes away from (Y/N) as he stripped himself free of his wet jacket and set it over one of the barstools to dry. He trailed his eyes down from his face and over the torn fabric where the sleeves of his shirt were supposed to start before they dropped to linger over his now bare arms.

He wanted desperately to reach out and run his fingers along his soft skin, to tug him close to his chest and bury his face in his neck until he suffocated on the faint smell of oil that always clung to him. 

"Yeah." (Y/N) tugged himself free from his sister to slink back to Silco's side, his eyes tracing the sketches and scribbled notes. "There's something about them that's missing, though. I can't figure it out."

"Hm... what if-"

"Will you guys ever talk about anything other than crafting things?" Felicia asked after another gulp of juice, her fingertips wiping away the dribble from the corner of her mouth. She cocked her head and lifted her brows expectantly. "C'mon, you guys need to relax. I've never seen either of you dance."

"You know I have two left feet, Fel. I can't dance," (Y/N) responded, propping his arm up on Silco's shoulder and watching intently as Silco added his own notes to the pages. "I suck at it."

"Oh, I doubt it," Vander mumbled quietly and felt the heat return to the nape of his neck when (Y/N)'s eyes flickered toward him. He cleared his throat and scratched the side of his neck, his back straightening up and gaze averting to stare down at the counter. "I mean, c'mon.. you're a good fighter, good at gettin' around the city rooftops. You jus' need some practice, is all. I could, uh... teach ya, maybe."

"I-" Felicia pressed her palms flat on the counter and hopped off her barstool, her mouth twisted up wickedly. "-should head back home."

(Y/N) rested his head against his open hand, his head tilting ever so slowly until his palm covered his mouth where his lips had curled up into a small smile. Vander caught the end of it and felt his heart flutter, his slightly widened eyes jumping back to Felicia, who quirked a brow as if to say, 'I told you so.'

The giddiness that filled his veins was embarrassing, but all he could focus on was the possibility of (Y/N) liking him back.

"I'll walk you." Silco offered abruptly, flipping his journal shut and tucking it into his satchel with a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. 

Before either of the two men could say anything, the two hurried out of the bar and into the drizzling streets. (Y/N) blinked repeatedly at the closing doors, his lips pressed into a confused line. With the record Felicia had put on coming to an end, the bar fell into a semi-awkward silence, only disturbed by the soft pattering of rain hitting the windows.

Vander, somewhat hesistantly, pushed himself off the counter and stepped out from behind the bar to approach the jukebox. "Alright." He stuck a hand into the pocket of his pants in search of a coin to slide into the slot.

"I was serious, Van." He loved the nickname. "I'm really bad at dancing. Connol tried to teach me once, and I bruised his foot." 

Shuffling through the options, he settled on one of the songs he enjoyed listening to on slower days when he simply wanted to relax. He loved rock and metal, anything with a quick and heartpumping tempo to get some adrenaline flowing. But nobody could pry the alluring calmness of jazz from his hands, especially on a rainy day.

He watched the record settle and soon, the sound of a piano playing and a vevelty voice began flowing into the room. He took a deep breath and turned around. 

"I can take a little pain, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) grinned, his head turning up toward the strung-up gauntlets. "I know that."

"You got this," Vander murmured reassuringly, lightly digging his fingers into his side. 

With his heart thumping in his ears, Vander gingerly took (Y/N)'s hands into his, relishing the feeling of dragging his fingers over his skin as he set one hand on his shoulder and curled his fingers around his palm. He settled his other hand over (Y/N)'s hip and gently nudged him closer, leaving little space between their chests.

(Y/N)'s head tilted up, gazing into his eyes first and then glancing down at his lips before he shyly dipped his head to stare at their shoes instead. 

"There you go." Vander smiled and took a step back to spin (Y/N), his smile stretching when (Y/N)'s laughter filled his ears. "Attaboy, you're a natural."

Slowly, they moved along with the song with quiet, nearly whispered instructions from Vander. Every so often, (Y/N) would accidentally step on the front of his boots and let out a winced apology, but the feeling barely registered in Vander's head.

He was on cloud nine.

Each time (Y/N) unconsciously squeezed his shoulder or hand, it sent an electric feeling through his body that left him holding his breath until his grip softened again. 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes playfully and moved back toward him, their chests bumping. Vander swore his head filled with white noise when he realized (Y/N) wasn't planning on putting distance between them. Their bodies swayed for a few more seconds until they slowly came to a stop, the end of the song being signaled with a soft click from the jukebox.

Vander's hand released (Y/N)'s to tentatively cup his cheek, a little exhale escaping his lips when (Y/N) leaned into his touch. He trailed his thumb over his cheekbone and down to his lips, his fingerpad pressing gently into his bottom lip until it pulled back to reveal his teeth. His heart rammed against his ribcage, leaving him feeling lightheaded as he dipped down until their lips brushed. He hesitated, fleeting worry crossing his mind. 

"Van," (Y/N) laughed softly.

"You want this?" Vander asked quietly, tilting his head to press their foreheads together and peering into his eyes. His thumb stroked his cheek tenderly, savoring the moment in case it got ruined by a mistep. "'Cause I do, (Y/N). I want this and more. I want so much more, sweetheart."

(Y/N)'s lips twitched into a little smile. "More?" He inquired, one hand wrapping around Vander's wrist while the one on his shoulder slid toward his neck to toy with the dark brown waves on the back of his head.

Vander swallowed, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable than he liked, but he steeled himself enough to speak. "I.. I want to go on dates.. with you. I.. I want us to live together downstairs in my place. I want- I want to kiss you whenever I want, touch you whenever I want.." He ghosted his lips over his cheek and lightly nipped at his earlobe, his voice low when he spoke next. "Fuck you whenever I want."

(Y/N)'s smile widened into a small grin, his face burning enough for Vander to feel it against his palm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." 

A hum came from the back of (Y/N)'s throat, his fingers curling and scratching lightly against Vander's scalp. "Why didn't you say something sooner, big guy?" He leaned forward ever so slightly to brush their noses together, teasing. 

"Thought you weren't into me."

"Vander," (Y/N) laughed again, the sound making Vander's heart swell. "You're the Hound of the Underground. You're the man who's going to lead Zaun into a brighter future and show Topside we're just as worthy of them, if not more. You're the strongest, most passionate fighter I've ever met. You're everyone's dream guy, Van. You're, like, the hottest man in all of Zaun." 

Vander's brows raised, a smirk toying on his lips. "Go on, tell me more." 

"Oh, shut up," (Y/N) snorted softly, releasing Vander's wrist to smack his chest lightly.

Huffing out a deep chuckle, Vander's arms wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him tighter against his body before finally closing the distance. There was something about having (Y/N) melt into his arms that made his head spin.

(Y/N) was all rough edges and heated words, a man used to fighting fire with fire who always showed up at the Last Drop with bruised knuckles and a scowl. Hearing him laugh so freely, smile, and tease without hesitation did things to Vander. 

Especially now, feeling his mouth on his, soft and gentle and almost shy. Vander wanted him as close as humanly possible, wanted to engraine the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hands roaming his broad shoulders into his head so he'd never forget.

His palm pressed along (Y/N)'s back, dragging down and squeezing him through his pants experimentally. There was a muffled, flustered giggle against his lips, and he smiled. He gripped the back of (Y/N)'s thighs and parted from him to heave him up onto his shoulder. 

Gently, he set (Y/N) back down and nudged open the door leading into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them as (Y/N) observed the room. It was fairly small, just enough for all his personal belongings. There was a lamp set against a wooden desk filling the room with a warm, orange glow that he considered inviting, but he eyed (Y/N) carefully to gauge his reaction. (Y/N) ran his fingers along the metal footboard, his mouth curling up.

(Y/N) let out a half-squeal half-laugh, his hands scrambling to grab at the back of Vander's shirt to steady himself. His body slumped over Vander's shoulder, and Vander softened. (Y/N) trusted him just as blindly as Vander trusted him.

He'd seen (Y/N) flinch away from hands, glare and shove when someone reached for him unprompted. But there he was, giggling like a kid as Vander hauled him downstairs to the lower level of the bar. 

"You'll have to make space in the closet, but I think I can work with this." (Y/N) plopped down on the mattress, his hand running over the soft blanket. His eyes lifted to meet Vander's stare. "It's about time I give Felicia and Connol their space."

Vander blinked, his breath catching for a moment. "You serious?"

"'Course, Van." (Y/N) grinned and leaned back on his hands. "You better not bring me flowers, though. I swear-" 

Vander barely paid attention to the rest of his words. His legs moved automatically toward him, thumping softly against the floor until he reached (Y/N). He cupped his face and swooped down to kiss him again, this time harder than the first.

(Y/N) fisted the collar of his shirt and tugged him closer, pulling at his shirt until Vander loomed over him with his arms braced on either side of his head. Vander ghosted kisses over his cheek and down to his neck, immediately latching onto his skin when (Y/N) tilted his head to grant him more access. 

A shiver ran through his body as (Y/N)'s hands dipped beneath his shirt, fingers delicately running over old and new scars from countless fights he'd gotten into over the years. His wrists pushed the shirt up until it bunched around his chest, a breathy sigh slipping past (Y/N)'s lips when Vander nipped lightly at the new mark on his neck before he leaned back.

The bed creaked softly beneath his knees when he sat up on them and tugged his shirt over his head, chuckling huskily at the way (Y/N)'s eyes lit up. 

"Don't be mean." He breathed.

(Y/N)'s knee bumped against his hip, pushing Vander to roll over and sit on the bed, which prompted another squeak from the bedframe. The weight of (Y/N) settling on his lap made his heart skip a beat, his pants growing frustratingly tight.

A hand pushed at his shoulder, and he lied back eagerly, grey eyes watching (Y/N) as he moved in whatever way he wanted. (Y/N) grinned and gave him a chaste kiss, the whine of complaint that formed in Vander's throat rapidly shifting into a low groan when (Y/N) grinded right over his crotch. 

"You like when I'm mean, Van." 

Vander hummed agreeably, fingers coming to rest over (Y/N)'s hips and lightly pushing him down for a harder grind. He hissed a curse through clenched teeth and then jutted out his lip in a slight pout, curiously watching (Y/N) slip over his thighs.

He sucked in a sharp breath, the clinking of his belt being fiddled with reaching his ears. (Y/N) shimmied Vander's pants and briefs down his thighs until they slipped down the rest of his legs. Vander kicked them off fully, pressing the front of his feet into the back of his boots to rid himself of them too. 

"You wanted this." He could hear the smirk in (Y/N)'s voice. "C'mon, Van, you can handle it."

His hips bucked at the feeling of fingers wrapping around him, his arm coming up to drape over his eyes and hopefully hide the hard flush over his cheeks. "Fuck." His chest was threatening to burst from his chest.

Now, he really felt like a teenage boy.

(Y/N) dragged his thumb over the slit, smearing pre along his shaft as he moved his hand tantizliing slow. "You're gonna drive me crazy, darlin'." 

Vander was beginning to think he couldn't handle it, not with the way his hips stuttered, and another groan was tugged forcibly from his throat at the feeling of lips wrapping around him. He tried evening out his breathing, tried reminding himself this wasn't the first time he'd been touched, but (Y/N) lightly squeezed the base and flattened his tongue over a vein, and Vander swore he was going to have a heart attack.

He'd always been vocal in bed, but the noises (Y/N) dragged out of him with each bob of his head were new and downright pathetic for a man of his age. The vibrations from a mischievous, muffled giggle went right up his spine, and he was fairly certain he heard the soft rip from where his other hand roughly held the sheets beneath them. Sweat formed along his hairline and he brushed it away with his forearm before reaching down to grab at (Y/N)'s shoulder.

The wet pop! and string of saliva connecting his twitching length to (Y/N)'s bottom lip nearly made him choke on his breath. A puff of air escaped (Y/N)'s lungs when Vander practically tossed him onto his back, his eyes blinking rapidly at the bigger man before he grinned again as Vander nearly ripped the pants off his legs. He helped Vander in shedding his shirt and freeing his feet of his shoes, his gaze glittering with anticipation. 

Vander reached over to his nightstand, clumsily feeling for the drawer before he yanked it open and almost made the nightstand topple in the process. He retrieved a small, pretty emereld colored glass flacon from the drawer and spread the cool liquid inside long his fingers before setting it aside again and nudging (Y/N)'s legs further apart. (Y/N)'s breathing quickened and then briefly halted as Vander pressed one thick digit to his entrance. 

"Relax, love," Vander tenderly massaged his thigh with his other hand. "I'll take care of ya, promise." 

(Y/N)'s shoulders slumped back along the pillows, his grin shifting into a little smile. Vander couldn't help but lean down and kiss him stupid, pushing and prodding until his finger popped inside to the knuckle. (Y/N) shuddered and squeezed around him, panting against Vander's mouth.

Once he managed to calm himself and relax again, Vander slowly pushed further and then pulled back, mimicking the action and quickening when (Y/N)'s head lolled back in pleasure. 

Tentaively, he added a second finger and eventually a third, saliva collecting in his mouth from the mere sight of (Y/N) trembling and moaning beneath him. He'd dreamt of this day for ages, fisted his length numerous times to the idea, and now he finally had him.

He tugged his fingers out, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rolled (Y/N) over onto his stomach. His hand grabbed the fat of his hip and held him, lightly squeezing him soothingly. 

"Gods," Vander's thighs quivered immediately the moment he pushed inside, the sensation of the intrusion naturally making (Y/N) clench and squeeze around him. "Breathe, love, breathe."

He wasn't sure if he was talking to (Y/N) or himself, but he nonetheless took in a deep breath to ground himself before he could lose his mind.

"You-" His nostrils flared with an inhale. "You alright, sweetheart?"

He'd die before he could even consider causing (Y/N) a lick of pain, so despite the way his body trembled and twitched with the desire to rock forward, he kept a steady, slow pace as he nudged and pushed the rest of the way in.

(Y/N) buried his face in one of the pillows, his fingers curling until the old pillowcase was crinkled in his hands. Vander's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head once he bottomed out, a bit of saliva threatening to slip from the corner of his lips. 

"Wanna hear ya, darlin'." He huffed into his ear. 

(Y/N)'s response came in a muffled noise akin to a whine that left him with a wheezy laugh. He lowered down, mindful of not putting his full weight on top of him, and gently grinding their hips together.

He drew back slightly and pushed forward, repeating the action until there was a gentle rhythm to his thrusts and the headboard was smacking against the wall. He kept on arm braced against the bed and snaked the other one beneath (Y/N)'s shoulder to wrap his fingers under (Y/N)'s jaw, lifting his head off the pillows. 

"Attaboy," Vander chuckled. 

His pace quickened in the slightest, the moans and whimpers flowing from (Y/N)'s mouth sounding better than any song he'd ever heard before. Vander's resolve quickly began to dissipate when he felt (Y/N) begin to push his hips back to meet his short thrusts, the sound of skin slapping on skin growing and mixing with the heavy creaking of the bed.

He slid his knees up and raised (Y/N)'s hips simultaneously, the new angle seemingly hitting just the right spot because a moment later, (Y/N) tightened and cursed before turning like putty in his hands. 

Satisfied and with an ego steadily inflating, he leaned back fully on his knees and pawed at (Y/N)'s hips with both hands, momentarily pausing his thrusts to fully regain his balance. He drew back halfway, eyes fixated intently on where they were connected, before he drew (Y/N)'s hips back right as he jerked his hips forward. The sight alone made it hard to breathe, and his head lolled back in pure bliss as he gave in to his desires.

Strings of shameless moans, heaves, grunts, and even whimpers escaped him, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips hard enough it'd likely leave bruises. 

His thighs shook with effort and pleasure, and before he knew it, he was almost toppling over onto him with a guttural, near-cry-like groan as his release struck him like a punch. Vander huffed out breaths and moved onto his side, log-like arms cradling (Y/N) close to his chest while he peppered tired kisses along his shoulder.

"Mm," (Y/N) laughed breathily and leaned back into him, his hand running over Vander's to entwine their fingers. "Maybe."

His hips continued to sluggishly rut into him, delighting in each soft sigh and quiet gasp. "You're gonna be the death of me, ain'tcha?" He murmured into the curve of his neck.

Vander was fairly certain he'd died and gone to heaven because nothing in the world could beat the euphoria in his body. 

The Last Drop's full to the brim with regulars, friends, and family who'd faithfully gathered to witness the official union between him and (Y/N). Not even the meetings to plan out their next attack on power-tripping Enforcers managed to bring so many Zaunites together.

Benzo tended to the bar for him, pouring out drinks and coaxing tips out of the drunkards while Silco helped by cleaning glasses. Sevika sat at one of the booths with a gaggle of Zaunites around watching her go against Mod and Renni in a game of poker. He assumed, based on the smug smirk on her face and the scowl on Renni's, she was winning.

His eyes roamed the packed bar until they affectionately settled on Felicia and Connol, who sat at the table with (Y/N). Connol held their little girl, Violet, in his arms. She was a cute thing, wiggly and curious, but she'd recently entered a phase where she bit anything that got near her mouth.

He watched in amusement as she clamped the few teeth she had into her father's arm and then blinked innocently up at him. (Y/N)'s shoulders shook with a laugh, and he ruffled the strands of magneta hair on her head. Felicia giggled, her palms rubbing over her swollen belly. Another girl, she was certain of it.

"I'd like to start by sayin' my thanks to everyone here. We've had a couple rough years here in Zaun, but that'll soon be a thing of the past." He paused and chuckled at the cheers and nods that followed. "But, this ain't 'bout our fight for what we deserve, not this speech at least. This is 'bout the man who has tolerated me for the past four years and has agreed to tolerate me for many more years to come." 

Clearing his throat, he tapped the microphone in front of him and sent Benzo a thankful nod when he stepped out from behind the bar to stop the jukebox. Most turned their heads toward him, a few lifting their cups to give little cheers and whoops before everyone settled down into a surprising silence.

Vander turned his attention back to (Y/N), a devious grin spreading across his lips. (Y/N) squinted at him playfully.

(Y/N) blinked, eyes darting to each face that teasingly turned in his direction before he raised his glass and subtly hid his face by taking a sip. A laugh rumbled in Vander's chest, love swelling so heavily in his heart that his cheeks were beginning to hurt by how hard he was smiling. "The moment I set my eyes on him, I knew he'd ruined me for anyone else. There was no way I'd feel what I feel for this man for anyone else. So, thank you for that, love." Vander winked, snickering under his breath at (Y/N)'s eye roll. 

"I won't talk anyone's ear off, promise. I jus' wanted to make a toast to my ass-kickin' husband and to the future of Zaun." He raised his cup, watching the wave of arms sticking up into the air with cups tightly gripped in their fingers. "To many more years together, love, and to the freedom of Zaun from Piltover's tyranny!" 

"The sappy vows weren't enough?" He asked, despite the affection dripping from his voice, his body naturally slotting against Vander's as if they were puzzle pieces. "Vika will never let me live this down, you know."

The bar quickly filled with cries of agreement, and Vander swallowed the whiskey in his cup, smacking his lips and laughing heartily. Hands patted his back and shoulders as he made his way through the crowd toward his husband, his eyes crinkling immediately at the sight of him already watching him.

He settled down beside him, one arm instinctly sliding along the back of his chair. (Y/N) leaned over, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth and lightly pinching his side. 

"Good." Vander nuzzled his nose into his temple, his palm coming up to press against (Y/N)'s cheek and stroke his cheekbone. "Now all of Zaun knows you're all mine, jus' as I'm all yours. You're never gettin' rid of me, love. I can promise you that."

[geneviveleocardius]

vander and his way of loving you

young vander

vander loves with quiet intensity. he’s not one for grand declarations, but his actions speak volumes. he’ll carry the weight of the world if it means keeping you safe. he’s protective, almost to a fault, but it comes from a place of deep love and fear of losing you. when he’s with you, he softens—his gruffness melts into warmth.

he’s a big guy, and he knows it, so his touches are gentle. he’s always aware of his strength, and he’d never want to hurt you. his love language is a mix of acts of service (fixing things for you, making sure you eat, stepping in when you need help) and physical touch (he always needs to feel you near).

vander’s kisses are slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. when he kisses you, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. his favorite is pressing soft kisses to your forehead—it’s his way of grounding himself and reminding you how precious you are to him. when he’s feeling playful or cheeky, he’ll kiss your neck or jawline, knowing it’ll make you laugh or shiver.

when he’s desperate—when he’s worried or overwhelmed—his kisses are rougher, his hands gripping your face as though anchoring himself to you.

he keeps it simple and heartfelt: love, darlin’, sweetheart. when he’s teasing or feeling extra warm, he might call you lass with a little smirk.

vander loves holding your waist—it’s the perfect spot for him, close enough to feel you near but not too intrusive. he also loves wrapping an arm around your shoulders, especially when you’re walking together; it’s his way of showing everyone that you’re his.

when you’re sitting together, his hand often ends up resting on your thigh, his thumb absentmindedly tracing little circles. it’s a grounding gesture for him and a quiet way of reassuring you.

he’s obsessed with your hands. for someone so big and tough, your hands remind him of how delicate and beautiful you are. he loves holding them, kissing your knuckles, and marveling at how they fit so perfectly in his own.

vander is slow, patient, and deeply attentive. he’s not just focused on passion—he wants to make you feel loved and cherished in every moment. his size and strength could be intimidating, but he’s so gentle, always checking in with you and ensuring you’re comfortable.

he’s all about eye contact—it’s his way of staying connected to you, of letting you know just how much you mean to him. he whispers soft reassurances, his voice low and raspy: “you’re everything to me, love.”

if you died like vi and powder’s parents

losing you would break vander in a way that nothing else could. he’d carry the guilt forever, blaming himself for not protecting you. it would be the catalyst for his transformation into the vander we see later in arcane—a man willing to sacrifice everything to keep others from suffering the same loss he did.

he’d keep little things of yours—a scarf, a trinket—and visit the place where you fell, talking to you as if you were still there. it’s not uncommon for him to sit in silence, lost in memories of you, his hand curled into a fist as he fights back tears.

if you survived

if you made it out alive, his devotion to you would double. he’d hold you even tighter at night, as if letting go might take you away from him. every decision he makes, every risk he takes, would be filtered through the lens of keeping you safe.

your life together would be one of quiet strength. vander would work hard to create a safe home for you both, building a future even in the chaos of the undercity. he’d find joy in the small things: sharing a drink at the bar, walking through the streets of zaun hand-in-hand, or lying beside you at night, his arms wrapped securely around you.

he’d talk about starting a family one day, though the fear of bringing children into such a dangerous world would weigh heavily on him. still, with you by his side, he’d start to believe that maybe, just maybe, there could be some light in the darkness.

[coolgirl32]

It's a me Luigi- I missed requesting and missed your lovely writing (to get to the point😭) can I request like young vander x fem!reader (could be wife or gf is up to you) but like Sinner Au typo thing where his wife/gf turned into a vampire and she's basically hunting him and he just idk like he's scared finally gets to a random open house and of course vampires can't come in unless invited (thx TVD)- and reader just grips the door with both hands and just- "Why don't you come down here so I can suck your **** pretry boy" (yes it's infamous line I'd be getting on my fyp lately) and he just idk know 😂

(Idk if you watched the movie but for sure did not but me having a cowboy phase last year just wanted cowboy vander✌- I'm currently drawing hin forget hw ever exists)

Let me in🦇🧛🏻‍♀️

A/n: to be honest I have not watched the movie but I can definitely think of a vampire reader and I think it would be funny also I missed your request as well and maybe I will request a western au farmhand Vander x Farmer's daughter reader with a little bit of spice in it also you can tell a guy's dick size from how big their hands are and apparently vander's dick size is very big.

It was supposed to be a lovely walk in the moonlight with you and your husband everything was supposed to be amazing but it all changed when a bat flew right towards you and bit your neck really hard of course you were in pain and Vander your loving husband took you to the infirmary of course the doctor said you'd be fine in a few days a few days went by and you still feel like you're in a cold sweat and you want to claw your eyes out of course Vander was there to help you and make sure you feel much better so how did it come to this how did it come to you chasing your own husband down and Ally then chase him down all the way to an abandoned building of course you knew everything there is about vampires and of course you're hoping there be a cure but this, feel like you wanted to suck more than just his blood you wanted to suck something else too and you had the urge to do it like a wild female animal going into heat so of course when you were in front of the door that was locked you knocked on it and asked the age old question that any vampire would ask.

You: Vander honey would you please let me in I promise I won't bite hard

Vander: sorry love I wish I could but I don't want to get my blood sucked no offense I love you but I'm not risking game bitten.

You: the Vander honey if you let me in I won't bite I promise I just want to suck that delicious cock of your's

Vander was very shocked at what you just said he never heard a vampire asking to suck somebody's dick but this is you he is thinking about and he knows you very well and knows what night it is so with a little bit of thinking he unlocked the door and opened it and allowed you to come in and he ran outside all the way to the last drop now the chase was on as Vander felt his legs was about to give up on him he finally made it to the last job and went inside and went upstairs to his bedroom and of course with your super speed you caught up to him and pinned him to the bed where your ripped his clothes off and you ripped your clothes off (I am not so good at writing smut so please forgive me if I'm not good at it) Vander had his eyes closed and was expecting a sharp pain at his neck but all he felt was pleasure at his nether region and look to see you actually sucking his dick he was so distracted by the pleasure they didn't realize you were above his dick and there he saw you riding him like there was no tomorrow of course this gave him the chance to take over and he rolled both of you over where you are on your back now and he's on top of you, he then grabbed your legs put them on his shoulders and began to thrust fast and hard you clawed at his back where there's claw marks. This did all night long until both you and your husband were both tuckered out and you both finally climaxed and Vander got off of you and laid right next to you on the bed where you both are sweaty and panting for breath and of course the moment when it was all over your bite wound where the vampire bat bit you was gone turns out it was temporary you and your husband were both Lucky but you didn't mind the incredible sex you both had hopefully you won't get then by a vampire ever again and Vander won't go through the same thing as well. A/n: okay so like I said I'm not so good at writing smut and I'm just trying my best here so I hope this is up to your liking also I have a request for you but it's going to be a surprise so I'm going to wait until you are done reading this so you can tell me your thoughts on this anyway have fun.

[ethnicallymoral]

No guillotine could take away the amount of head I’d give him

[innavjuzhanina]

"Blisters and Bedrock"

[caitlynbuceta]

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

[motthe]

Maybe some Young! Silco fic? (Or anything that you wanna do) I already loved his older version but his Young self in The last episodes got my heart in a grip 😭💖💖 He looks so full of dreams and maybe a little silly. Maybe with a energetic/chaotic significant other!

young!silco also has me in a death grip don't worry. hope you enjoy this!!

warnings: fem!reader, violence, sexual innuendos, secondhand embarrassment for drunk rambling

“It’s doable!”

“Doable and survivable are two very different things.”

Vander knocked his head against the metal backing of his mining gloves repeatedly, aching for the two of you to come to a compromise. The light of the fungi matched the tink tink tink of his patience running thin.

Crunching footsteps had him pausing, one eye opening to find Felicia pushing her helmet up higher on her head as she stared at you and Silco just beyond, still very much squabbling. She leaned on her hip, one hand rising to rest on it as she smiled down at Vander’s hunched form.

“Are they still arguing about the gap?” she whispered.

He groaned quietly instead of answering. It was all she needed.

“I can make it!” you protested, arms gesturing to the other side of the ravine. “I’ve jumped buildings twice the distance.”

“When you’re jumping buildings you can see the ground,” Silco argued, pointing to the darkness below. “We don’t know how long a fall that is, you absolute lunatic.”

“You’ve gotta hand it to her,” Felicia chuckled, taking up camp next to Vander. “No one else would even think of jumping across.”

“She’s an adrenaline junkie,” Vander muttered. “Jumping off shit is all she thinks about.”

“Would you—just let me—damn it, Sil!”

The shuffle of boots and clothes had both of their heads turning, watching with equally amused expressions as Silco passed by with you being half carried half dragged away from the ravine. Silco didn’t pay them a glance as he went. You kept stretching back the way you came, struggling but not truly putting all your energy into it. Felicia could tell. You loved being his center of attention for as long as possible, even if it kept you away from your wild pastimes. 

The sound of a horn echoed through the caves, sending the fungi white with the sound. The work day was finished. 

“Back to the last drop, then?” Felicia hummed, standing and offering a hand to the big man. He accepted it with a soft grin, following her out. The two of them watched Silco far ahead, who was now fully carrying you in your grieved state. You kept muttering you could have made it.

“Think they’ll ever get together?” she hummed, nudging Vander.

“Wish they would,” he sighed. “It was annoying years ago, now its just pitiful.”

She laughed, waving a hand at you when you pulled your head up from Silco’s shoulder to eye them. “Well, she’ll never do it. She’s convinced herself he’s too focused on our cause to ever settle down.”

“Some days I think the same thing,” Vander said, introspective when she glanced up at him, “others, I catch him looking at her. He doesn’t open up, barely does around us, but…”

“Disappears around her, yeah?” She smiled at him and he mirrored her, nodding.

Later that night, the Last Drop was bustling with the newest record added to the box. You’re dancing over chairs, running across the edge of the pool tables as people chant your name. Someone tossed a mug through the air and you caught it, swallowing the contents down and cheering with the rest before continuing on with dancing. 

Silco watched from his bar seat. He had cruel timing, turning his eyes back to his notebook when you pulled yourself away from the crowd to glance at him. To you, he was lost in his own world, but really he fell into yours quite easily. You were distracting. He perked up at the sound of your voice without meaning to, knew the outline of your body in his periphery. Abrasive and chaotic. You’re too much, too loud.

Too perfect for someone as withdrawn and stiff as him.

“Oh, heaven help me,” Vander grumbled, both hands on the bar as he stared at the scene. Silco paused to raise an eyebrow at him. “She just downed three shots in one.”

“How many does that make it now?” he questioned.

“Eight.”

Both of their heads dropped, knowing how the night would be going.

“All right, I give!” Felcia slammed a hand on the bar as she walked up, panting. “I can’t keep up with her. Gods. Where does she get the energy?”

Vander passed her a drink as Silco shrugged, music blaring all around them. Felicia scowled when she noticed his journal. 

“Oh, c’mon, Silco. Let loose for a bit!” she shouted over the din of the bar, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If I did that, nothing would ever get done around here,” he returned, smirking as she rolled her eyes. 

The counter shook under them, the second bang of Vander’s fist sending both of them on high alert. Two meant trouble. 

Felicia spun around, Silco turned in his seat. There by the record player you were backed against the wall by a man, one arm caging you in while his fingers pinched your chin. The cold look in your eyes had a shiver streaking down Silco's spine. You were a storm like this and he’d been lost to it for years. 

The man said something that made you scoff, batting his hand away and sliding to get out from under him. As his hand grabbed your upper arm Silco realized he was no longer sitting. Even across the room he could read your lips.

“Last chance. Beat it,” you warned.

The man laughed and tugged you closer, it sent your knee right between his legs. When he bent over, Silco heard the crack as your fist met the man’s jaw. He hit the ground, dead weight. 

Fuck, he thought, hands curling into fists at his side. You were perfect.

You stumbled back a few steps. It seemed those shots had soaked in. You were cradling your hand as yells broke out, slow to turn as a couple of goons stood from a table nearby.

“Great,” Felicia puffed, pushing off the bar, “he had lackeys.”

Vander shouted as they ran at you, Silco was halfway to you when you dodged the first swing, putting you straight into the path of another. Your back hit the record player, a scratch disrupting the music. The entire bar turned, regulars rushing forward without second thought and jumping the goons. 

Silco went straight to you, mindful of the chair Felicia was brandishing overhead as she flew into the meat of the fight. 

“Let me see,” he said, sliding a hand under your jaw and tilting your head back. You were hunching, still holding that hand of yours to your chest. 

“Hey, Sil,” you slurred, grinning and wincing. Your lower lip was busted, the right side of your face already beginning to swell from the jaw up. “Can you believe that guy? Down in one hit, hah!”

“Still have all your teeth?” he asked, wiping the blood trailing from the corner of your mouth. 

“What? You want me to open wide for you?”

He ticked a brow, scowling through the heat that flashed through his stomach. 

“Come on, let’s get ice on that,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around you. You hummed happily, falling into his side. Even as drunk as you were, your feet barely stumbled as he led you to the basement door. He nodded to Vander who already had the same idea, coming around the back of the bar to pass him an ice pack and a clean rag. He thanked him.

“Take care of her,” Vander said, rubbing a hand over your back. You tossed the big man a smile before he returned to his station.

“Keep that on there,” Silco said to you, heart aching as you hissed at the touch of it. 

“I’ve got it,” you muttered, hand brushing his. He made sure you kept it pressed to your cheek before opening the door and helping you in first, careful of the stairs as he closed it behind him. The sounds of fighting and the skipping music was muffled as he led you into the bowels of the Last Drop, setting you down gently on the couch.

He reached for your hand, frowning when you turned away from him. 

“Let me see,” he said.

“It’s fine,” you grumbled, curling into the couch.

“I’d like to see that for myself,” he pushed, fingers gentle as they smoothed over your wrist. Your furrowed brow relaxed a bit, watery eyes trailing to him. “Let me see,” he asked again, softer.

You sighed, the weight of your arm settling into his palm as he moved to sit next to you. You hand shook in both of his, the skin of your knuckles ripped open and gushing red. When he attempted to move your pointer and middle fingers you whimpered, head falling into his shoulder.

He apologized, pulling one hand away to reach into his jacket. “It’s sprained. I’ll need to wrap it.”

“Sweet Sil,” you sighed, your good cheek rubbing against his shoulder as you brought your knees up, “always prepared for the worst.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t constantly getting into trouble,” he hummed, pulling out a roll of bandages and beginning his work. You curled into him as he cleaned you up, tensing when he secured your bruised digits. As he tied the bandages off around your wrist, he sighed, holding your hand in his, thumb running over your skin. 

“M’sorry,” you sniffed.

He turned his head, a breath punched from his lungs as he saw tears slipping down your cheeks. The ice pack laid abandoned in your lap. 

“What are you apologizing for?” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face. 

“I always make a mess,” you whispered, little gasps slipping. Each one was a bullet to his chest. He couldn’t stand seeing you cry. “I always annoy you.”

“No,” he murmured, arms stretching over you to pull you into his lap, “no, you don’t annoy me, pet.”

“Yes, I do,” you sobbed. “I get into t-trouble when I-when I just want you to look at me.”

Oh, Gods help him. He knew this was the alcohol talking but the hopeful flame in his heart was burning into a torch. He needed to calm you down and get you to bed. 

“I’m looking,” he said, lips grazing your forehead as he rubbed your back. “You don’t have to try so hard. I’m always looking.”

You sniffed and he grabbed the bloody rag, nudging the cleanest corner towards you to blow your nose. He chuckled when you groaned, curling deeper into his chest.

“Too drunk for this,” you mumbled. “Stupid shots.”

“Stupid shots, indeed,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let's get you some water and go to bed.”

You whined, hiding your face in his neck. “Wanna stay here. M’warm.”

He sighed, settling into the couch. Eventually you would nod off. He’d carry you into bed, then.

“Hair’s nice.”

“What?” he chuckled, trying to look down at you, but it was impossible with you smushed up against him.

“Your hair,” you said, lips moving against his neck. “I like it when it’s bun. Hair frames your face nice. S’handsome.”

You’re going to hate yourself in the morning, he thought, holding back his laughter. You were never going to live this down and he wasn’t nearly nice enough to not tease you about this for the rest of your life. 

“Face hurts,” you sighed. He rubbed your calf, shushing you.

“Sleep, pet,” he murmured against your forehead. 

“You’ll stay?” you asked.

“I’ll stay,” he promised.

[xetlynn]

Can you do a vander x reader headcannons in the “every thing worked out.” AU from ep 7 and can it be happy stuff..i really need it ☹️

:)

Arcane Imagines- Vander Headcannons

(I struggle so bad with headcannons I don’t know why)

[arcane] [main page]

Alt uni Vander’s love language is definitely acts of service or quality time with you. 

You need something done, he’s got it. You mention something that you forgot to do, he’s already done it for you silly. You hang out at The Last Drop just because you know he wants it. Whenever he’s finished with his job he will only hang around you. And then after his shift he drags out the night by asking questions he most likely already knew. He just wants to hear you talk and spend time with you. 

Alt uni Vander grew out his hair after you begged him to do so. You love playing with it, and secretly so does he. 

Alt uni Vander is super proud to show you off, along with his four children it’s basically all he talks about. 

Speaking of his children who are now adults, they are obsessed with you just like their dad is. They come to you with simple problems even though Vander is right there beside you. 

Alt uni Vander is super protective over you, it’s borderline possessive but you didn’t mind it. His excuse every time he scares off a guy is that his energy just seemed off. Something about him was weird. You’d laugh it off, giving him a kiss before going back to what you were doing.

Alt uni Vander who lets you and Powder do his makeup and hair whenever. Sometimes you guys force him to go out into town with it. You guys think it embarrasses him but he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to see his daughter and lover get along so well. 

Alt uni Vander is the first one to apologize in an argument surprisingly. Even if he’s in the wrong. 

Longest that man has gone without talking to you was 9 hours and that’s because he was sleeping. 

Alt uni Vander who gets touchy and extremely loving when drunk. Coming home after being out with Benzo and he lays on top of you dramatically whining that you haven’t given him enough attention. And once you get him to bed he’s clinging onto you, buff arms around you, one leg over top yours. It was a shock that you didn’t suffocate during the night. 

Alt uni Vander who observes you so closely to the point where you couldn’t hide a single thing from him. He knows when you lie, if your mood switches and when you are trying to keep something from him. It never lasts long. Calling you out after your little story time. Even the kids know not to tell you a secret because it will get pulled out of you by their dad. 

Alt uni Vander who is just a big ole softy fr. 

[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

| Part 1 | | Part 2 | | Part 3 |

This tour was designed to allow those who write and read fanfiction to finally visualize the Last Drop and have a solid map in hand. Specifically, I created it for a personal need, for my fanfiction Everytime It Rains, which you can read by clicking the title. This is part two, where you can see Silco's office in detail. Welcome back from your favorite guide, and enjoy!

Did you get something to drink? I hope so, because it's really packed in here. So, where did we leave off? We were supposed to enter the office, right? Well, sisters, and bros, and non-binary hoes, welcome!

Let's start from the left; I know it's a bit chaotic, but this is where Sevika used to come to drink even when Silco wasn't around, waiting for him faithfully. All those bottles are hers. The rug is from Piltover, you've probably recognized it, along with the iconic Last Drop glasses. That sturdy piece of furniture you see there, closer to his desk, is his safe. No one has the code except for him, me, and now you (it's 937). Since we're here, I might as well open it.

Face down, there's a photo depicting Vander, Silco, and Felicia on the bridge when they were younger—certainly well before Felicia got pregnant, given the length of Silco's hair. That strange map is a map of the mine tunnels, a relic from his past as a miner. And finally, the LP is "Our Love," ironically Vander's favorite song (as Jinx mentions in Jinx Fixes Everything), as well as Felicia's, Silco's, and Jinx's. It's in the safe because Silco treasures that vinyl so much that he doesn't leave it where it could get destroyed; he keeps it protected.

But let's close it up and move on. Here it is, the iconic desk. Since I'm a generous guide, I'll let you circle around it so you can see it from every angle. On top, there's the map of Piltover with the mug that Jinx made for him, while in the drawer, there's a mask to filter out the gray, the smog of Zaun, and a card that I think was used for blackmail. I can't say for sure, but it seems to be part of the man's shady dealings.

Next to his desk, on the right, there are two doors. They're not accessible, but since I doubt he'd want anyone to have such direct access to his office, in my fanfiction at least, there will be a room behind them with a double bed and some of his belongings.

But let's move on to the last piece! The huge map of Piltover and zaun with which he planned the export of Shimmer and weapons, where he kept track of everything that happened.

If you enjoyed or found this little tour useful, let me know, and feel free to check out my headcanons or my longfic! This tour has come to an end, but I might have material to create more in the future!

[local-crying-boy]

upon reading from several different sources that people from Zaun press their foreheads together as a form of affection, I have decided that I WILL be putting it in any Silco and Viktor fanfics I make.

[arcaneimaginez]

THEIR PET NAMES FOR YOU (REVAMPED/SEASON 2)

(GIFS NOT MINE)

VIKTOR

Láska

Miláček

Drahá

Zlato/Zlatíčko

JAYCE TALIS

Babe/Baby

Honey/Hon

Gorgeous/Beautiful/Handsome

Esposita/Esposito

Will refer to you as his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner when talking to other people.

VI

Babe

Cutie

Sugar

Buttercup

Pumpkin

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

Darling

Dear

Love/Lovely

JINX

Hon

Sweets

Hottie

Pudding

Pookie

Cutie Patootie

Toots

Lovebug

Goofball

SILCO

Precious

(My) Dear

Pet

Dearest

My Beloved

Peach

MEL MEDARDA

Darling

Love/Lover

She's not much for pet names but she will refer to you as her husband/wife/spouse if you're married.

SEVIKA

Sweetheart

Doll

Dove

Also not one for pet names, would rather just say your name. Unless she's jealous (happens very rarely), then you're her partner.

VANDER

Darling

Sweetheart

Hon

Introduces you as his "lovely wife/husband/spouse" if you're okay with it.

EKKO

Babe

Angel

Sweet Cheeks

SKY YOUNG

Sweetheart

Sunshine

(My) Star

Blossom

Dumpling

[secondsistershelby3]

WILL THEY KNOW?

Pairing : Young!Silco x Felicia’s sister!reader

Summary : Your sister was so cheerful, confident and sometimes sarcastic, sometimes you even felt inferior but she didn't want to make you feel that way and you knew it. The biggest problem is that you had a crush on one of his friends, Silco.

Warnings : !LIGHT SPOILER S2!, smut, 18+, semi-public sex (I know I'm a whore), getting caught in the act, Vander's balcony takeover (oops), fluff

Notes : I'm a whore for Silco, it’s stronger than me

"But why do I have to come?" You asked boredly as your sister dragged you through the streets of Zaun "because I want you to come too, period" Felicia replied with a neutral look and continued to look forward

You snorted even louder since he wasn't about to let go of your wrist, it's not that you didn't like going to The Last Drop, on the contrary, Vander was very nice, he almost seemed like a father, a father figure. The problem was Silco, every time you had him next to you in your belly you started to have a thousand butterflies in your stomach, you started to burn and almost stammer and you couldn't think straight anymore.

"and Connor?! He wasn't available?" I asked, still whining like a little girl. Felicia didn't answer for almost ten seconds and then she spoke "no" she wasn't bold but almost cautious.

"ooohhhh that sucks" less than two minutes later you were at the entrance to The Last Drop

"Good evening guys" Felicia exclaimed with her arms in the air, like a theatrical entrance. You on the other hand entered with a more awkward walk and a face somewhere between angry and insecure. "Look who's here again," Vander said with a smile as he cleaned a glass. Silco, on the other hand, only turned to look at Felicia and made a single nod.

You were hiding behind her and probably neither of them had noticed you yet. Felicia looked behind her to look at you and smiled "Look who I brought" she moved and still in a theatrical way pointed at you with both arms. Vander smiled looking at you "hey little girl, long time no see" he said it in a cheerful tone, as if to replace an 'I missed you'

"yeah, but I don't really like going out" I said it in a slightly shy tone, you weren't very good at conversations, but you tried to do your best. Silco stood there looking at you with his mouth half open and his cup in his hand, until Vander gave him a light push "um...it's nice to see you again" he pronounced your name in such a suave way, pronounced by him it was as if it were gold to sell

"Come on, come and sit down" Vander invited. You headed towards the desk and took a seat next to Silco, as soon as he looked at you you smiled and he smiled back almost spontaneously.

When you turned around, you didn't see Felicia sitting next to you, you moved your gaze to look for her and saw her in front of the jukebox "what are you doing?" You asked but he didn't answer. Suddenly 'Our Love' rang out in the room.

"What is the occasion?" Vander asked. “Can't a woman want to listen to a song?” Felicia asked moving her hips a little to the rhythm Vander laughed "not this woman and not this song" in the meantime he put away the glass he was cleaning

As the song rang in your ears, you turned to watch Silco write in his notebook, his locks coming out of his ponytail, hanging in his face. You felt that feeling of butterflies, tremors creeping up your whole body. The feeling overwhelmed you so much that you didn't realize you had been watching Silco for a while.

"Do I have something on my face?" Silco asked sarcastically, looking at you with a smirk "I- no no you're fine, I mean not that you're never fine, you're always fine obviously-" Silco's giggle stopped you from babbling "I got the message, girl" you remained with your mouth half open as you watched him go back to writing with a smile on your face.

Your half-open mouth turned into a closed-mouthed smile. What interrupted your thoughts full of rainbows and hearts was Vander who placed four glasses on his balcony "mind full of love?" Vander asked laughing as he poured the drinks into shot glasses "what?! no no no, I don't!-"

"ok, calm down little sister, you'll ruin the peace of this place" Felicia said laughing putting her hand on your shoulder you huffed and slammed your red face against the balcony as you felt Felicia sit down next to you

You heard Felicia laugh out loud at your reaction. You didn't hear much of what your sister said next, you were too focused on getting yourself together.

You raised your head and hand to grab a shot glass Vander had left for you and took a sip

“I’m pregnant” you spat the drink out in front of you and started coughing, you felt a hand pat your back trying to get you to breathe properly again. You didn't even see Vander replace Felicia's drink with juice.

"this wasn't really the reaction I was expecting" Felcia laughed looking at you, your eyes were wide as you looked at her and your eyes were a little red since you almost choked a few seconds ago. Felicia took hold of her juice as you slowly stood up from the stool. Your sister was about to become a mother and you were an aunt, you were amazed at the calm with which she announced it

“wow, I’m the one who should be delirious” your sister turned to look at you still sitting "no... I'm just... well I don't know how to describe it, shocked but also happy. I just... fuck I've never seen you as a mother" you laughed for the first time today "I'll take that as a compliment" Felicia sneered.

In the meantime Silco had closed his notebook and approached the three of you with the stool

you aunt...

you aunt...

Felicia mother...

you aunt

Felicia mother

WOW.

"Are you there?” you heard Felicia call you, you hadn't even noticed that she had gotten up and was walking towards the exit "let's go" "

I...I think I'll stay a little longer to clear my head" Felicia shook her head and laughed "okay but don't be late, idiot 2 has to close" you laughed at his statement

"stay as long as you want" Vander smiled at you and started to go to the back "where are you going!?" you panicked knowing that you would have to be alone with Silco, it appealed to you on the one hand but on the other you knew that you would stutter more than anything else

“fuck…” you hissed, placing a hand on the side of your head Silco drank his drink while turning his gaze towards you

"I've seen you upset all evening, something's wrong?"

YOU, YOU

"I...I absolutely don't, I mean I don't know it's just very hot, and then for the news, but, but everything's fine seriously" you said everything so quickly, gesturing and scratching your head and the back of your neck.

"are you sure it's just that, because once I saw you alone with Felicia and you were so at ease and then I see you with me: you're nervous, you're tearing them apart and you're more nervous" Silco placed his chin on his hand while he he moved closer and closer with the stool

You tried to speak but nothing came out of your mouth "Did the cat get your tongue?" Silco laughed in the same position.

“I don't know what you're saying-" You started to turn your head but his bandaged hand grabbed your chin. “don’t mock my intelligence” you saw his face move closer to yours quickly.

Silco stopped a few millimeters from your lips "may I?" he asked You nodded uncertainly and suddenly some fireworks that only you could see went off. You felt Silco's thin, warm lips on yours. He placed his other hand on your cheek, leaning forward on the stool

You pushed Silco back slightly, as good as it felt, "what if Vander comes back or what if Felicia comes back?" “We'll make it quick, they won't know” he put his hand that was on your chin, on the back of your neck to bring you closer and placed his warm lips on yours again.

You were always uncertain, you were never able to make decisions, but it was the time to do it, right? This time you didn't hold back, you tried to deepen the kiss, even if you weren't expert but it came almost naturally to you

Silco put his hands on your hips and jerked you up "what...what are you doing?" You asked between kisses. His hand moved behind your back while the other remained on your hip and he suddenly pushed your back against the desk. "this" he smiled. The hand that was on your hip quickly moved under your shirt.

Your hands had moved seconds before to his shoulders but one moved more securely to his pigtail, ready to untie him "can...can I untie them?" Silco moved his face away from yours slightly and looked into your eyes “of course you can” his voice had become huskier than usual. With his approval, you let down his black hair, it was definitely lovely.

The hand that was under your shirt moved to your bra covered breast. Your hands rushed to grip his hair. You had never been touched by a man, you had always had a crush on Silco, so this was more than exciting

You both stopped in your tracks when you heard noises coming from the back. "fuck...it's better if-" "We'll make it quick, I promise" Silco interrupted you

His hands quickly went to your pants and you copied his movements by unzipping his, all while the two of you resumed kissing. Silco's hands quickly pulled down his trousers, just to be able to perform the act. “it will hurt, as much as I want to avoid it I can't, stop me immediately if I hurt you” you nodded slowly as he lowered his open pants.

Before long the cock was inside you, you suddenly hugged yourself to him as you moaned "shit!"

You didn't see Silco smile at your reaction. After seconds you got used to that feeling of filling, Silco's hips began to move slowly until they picked up speed, each thrust slammed against the balcony making noise and with each thrust there was either a moan from you or a grunt from him.

“fuck, fuck…” Silco hissed as he placed a hand on the balcony behind you.

You were almost about to come but something or rather someone stopped you

"Christ! You guys get a fucking room!"

You snapped your head up and turned to see Vander with his hands on his hips and turning his head. Your face turned red as a tomato and you pushed Silco away and immediately pulled up your pants. He on the other hand was so calm as he pulled up his pants and laughed at your reaction

"I had just cleaned it" he huffed putting the rag on his shoulder

You rushed to the exit without saying anything.

“Are you leaving without saying goodbye?” Silco's voice called you with your hands at your sides you turned towards him uncertainly, you took hesitant steps towards him who had his hands crossed and his hair still loose and disheveled. You waited a few seconds and in a thousandth of a second you gave him a kiss on the cheek and quickly left the bar.

"congratulations idiot 1"

"thanks idiot 2" Silco was still looking with loving eyes at the exit you had passed through a few seconds before

[coolgirl32]

I legit had to do some thinking and it just popped up to me🦖it'sa me mario- I'm sorry- anyway hope you're having a great day/evening (idk bout timezones no more☠)anyway may I request another young vander × reader (reader could be wifey or gf) where he or the lot found out that the reader is Sevika's sister or so (had not yet a clue on how they found out but I get this rather suspicious vibe around they like wondering oh why is Sevika around reader so much and then bang- Sevika tells him of course or sum like idk it's up to you)

A/n:Ohhh I had to think about this long and hard because I didn't know if I wanted to make this into a one-shot or a head-Cannon so I think I want to do both but this is actually pretty interesting to me and I can just imagine the conversation sevika and reader are going to have when she finds out that her little sister is dating Vander also I've been thinking about making a fanfic about this movie from 2006 called Big bad Wolf it's a horror movie with a werewolf in it so I hope that'll be good it's not a great movie and it's not entirely bad so it's in the gray area it also has Richard Tyson in it go look him up anyway I hope you will enjoy this.

Your sister finding out you are dating Vander/everybody finding out you are sevika's little sister

Characters: Vander, reader, sevika

Warning: this contains fluff, comedy and a little bit of against readers discretion is advised.

How were you going to tell your sister that you're dating Vander of course you and Vander have been dating for 2 months and of course you haven't told Vander that your sister is sevika in fact nobody knew that your sister was sevika so when you went to the last drop and saw not only your boyfriend bartending as usual but you also saw your sister at a table who was basically waiting for you to sit right next to her no doubt so when you went to sit right next to your sister Vander got confused and he went to ask you what was going on.

Vander: hey love is everything alright here?

You: yeah everything is all right just talking to my sister that's all

Everybody was shocked and confused at what you just said and the whole room began to be quiet at what you just said Vander was even shocked at what you said.

Sevika: so sis um you going to tell everyone that I'm your sister or you want to keep it as a secret?

Everyone was completely shocked at the realization that you were sevika's little sister Vander was even shocked at the realization as well.

Everyone: ehhhhh?! What?!

You: oh that's right I haven't told any of you that sevika is my sister well older sister in 2 years actually my bad everybody sorry about that 😅 and sorry vander if I didn't tell you that sevika is my sister but now you know.

When you went to give your boyfriend a kiss your sister was confused until the realization hit her like a punch to the face only less painful.

Sevika: wait a minute y/n Vander is your boyfriend ? Why didn't you not tell me?

You: I've been wanting to tell you but I just needed to find the right time I guess now what's the perfect time I guess sorry I didn't tell you sis.

Your sister was shocked to say the least when she walked over to you gave you a big hug and kissed her forehead she walked over to Vander and gave him a glare being her protective sister self.

Sevika: if you hurt my sister I'll hurt you, you better protect her you understand?

Vander: I promise I'll take good care of her you don't have to worry I promise nothing bad will happen to her and I would never hurt her in any way.

That made your sister feel relieved that her sister was dating somebody that she knows instead of some creep and weirdo so everyone went back to what they were doing Vander went back to bartending and keeping the peace you and your sister continue to spend time together and talking about plans on what you're going to be doing through the week everything turned out good and you were glad nothing went wrong.

A/n: all right so I hope this is to your liking and I hope you have a wonderful day so sorry that this is a bit long.

[hexstrapp]

anytime i see this picture i get so sad again ☹️

ik i said this b4, but vander when i catch u 😒

[ethnicallymoral]

Aphrodite took her time with him.