#zaundads fanfic

[rauchendesgnu]

I did a sketch or the fic I wrote... you can find the post about it here

[kikiiswashere]

Terms of an Agreement - Chapter 1

Summary: Silco and Vander are happy. For the most part. In order to keep their dream of Zaun moving forward, they each have jobs that makes the other uncomfortable. And discomfort for Silco comes out in anger. Luckily, Vander is there to remind him that he has nothing to worry about.

Pairing: Established Silco/Vander, pre-betrayal

Rating: Explicit

CW: Marital issues, arguments

Notes: A request from my bestie @sand-sea-and-fable! I posted this story in the new year, but never finished it. I wanted to re-work it (and finish it) for pride month. So, here is the first chapter of what will be a three-chapter novella. Happy Pride!

Silco’s body ached deeply, but his heart was light.

The mission had been successful. He had gotten what he set out for, but getting back across the River had been more treacherous than anticipated.

An alarm in the vault he wasn’t aware of had been tripped, and a unit of Enforcers had chased him. Slippery as an eel in the Oases tidepools, Silco had dodged their snares and rubber bullets. They streaked across the main bridge and wove through the Boundary Markets. He’d given them the slip by squeezing through an alleyway their armor couldn’t contend with, and disappeared down a sewer grate. He had since trekked out of the drains and into the technicolor of Zaun’s nightlife. He kept to the shadows and side streets, weaving his way back home.

To The Last Drop.

To Vander.

His heart warmed at the thought of his partner. A smile curled his mouth and he quickened his steps. The duffle slung across his back rustled with his boon: several file folders from the Clockwork Vault. Account numbers, secrets, and other priceless information about Topside elite at the revolution’s fingertips. They could hold the information for ransom; sell it to the highest bidder on the black market; or even keep it and exploit it for themselves.

The mission had been dangerous, but the information was more than worth it. It would provide the whole of the Underground with opportunities. Vander would see that, would know that; would understand why Silco had felt the need to take on such a risk.

It was all for Zaun.

For their future.

Silco’s heart leapt into his throat at the first glimmer of The Last Drop’s glowing marquee.

Home!

He was almost home!

He’d only been gone for a few days, but he longed for their bed. For the feeling of Vander’s chest snuggled tightly against his back. The gentle rasp of chest hair against his scapula and spine an addicting sense of safety.

He couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait . . .

His legs groaned as he sped up, carefully maneuvering through the crowd in the square in front of the tavern. He ignored the questioning looks and curled nostrils as he went. He knew he looked a mess: caked in dust, sweat, dirt, shit, and blood.

Maybe he should’ve bee-lined for The Drop’s backdoor, going up to their apartment quietly, instead of subjecting patrons to his stink and dishevelment. But he couldn’t bring himself to be away from Vander any longer. Not when he had such exciting news. Not when there was such a treasure in his duffle bag.

The Last Drop was bustling and warm. The jumble of many conversations filled the air, and the jukebox spouted a toe-tapping melody overhead. A few fellow revolutionaries noticed Silco enter, and they raised their tankards to him. They eyed his appearance with interest, amusement, and a small amount of disgust. He gave them a small nod before inclining his head toward the bar.

Vander was not behind it – Benzo was – and Silco’s lower lip pouted forward. His blue eyes scoured the room, expecting to see the Hound tending to a table. But, again, he was nowhere to be seen. His heart settled back into his chest, a disappointing ache wrapping around it.

Carefully winding through The Drop’s table and chairs, Silco’s eyes still searched. Just as he was about to skirt around the bar and continue his hunt in the storerooms, the sound of Vander’s deep, rumbling laugh stopped Silco in his tracks. He turned toward the chuckle, and his heart was thoroughly sucked up by the deep ache threatening it.

Tucked into the shadows of a booth, Vander sat with the Madame of the only brothel on the Promenade. Advertised as a mere ‘Gentlemen’s Club’, it was notorious for servicing the wandering dicks and quims of Topside Elite. Aristocrats, politicians, noblemen and ladies whose kinkier needs could not be met by their white-bread, prudish spouses. The Club offered a discreet outlet, its playrooms hidden by secret doors and obscene prices.

One of Vander’s large arms was slung across the bench behind the Madame’s shoulders, his body turned towards her. She smiled up at his handsome face, swirling a glass of blood-red wine in her hand.

Silco’s fist tightened around the sling of his bag, his face creasing in anger.

This wasn’t an unusual sight.

They had agreed to this, after all.

While he would scheme and steal to move their cause forward, Vander would use his clout and likeability to get useful information and materials. Sometimes geniality led to flirting; sometimes flirting led to fucking – whatever it took to help Zaun.

They had agreed. Vander’s dalliances meant nothing. They were strictly business.

“It can’ touch what we have, Sil,” he would say. And seal that promise with a kiss sweet as candy floss.

And yet.

And yet . . .

And yet each time Silco was faced with it, it made his skin crawl with jealousy and his heart wall-up.

Now was no exception. He had just gotten home from an incredibly dangerous mission; was beaten, sore, and covered in grime. All he wanted to do was share his success with his partner. Instead, his partner was flirting with a Madame. A Madame who looked at him with predatory bedroom-eyes.

The rational part of his brain reminded him that Vander was just doing his job, his part to see Zaun succeed.

The emotional piece of him was fed up with sharing Vander in this way.

Despite it being very useful and lucrative for the revolution, Vander sharing beds with others left their own feeling cold. The sight of bitemarks and hickeys on Vander’s chest and neck – not left by Silco’s own mouth, own teeth – sent his blood boiling. Even more so when Vander didn’t seem to understand why him covered in love notes from others would bother him.

They had agreed, after all.

Suddenly sensing him, Vander’s silver eyes flicked to Silco’s icy ones. They widened at the sight of him, mouth falling open slightly in surprise.

Before he could do much else, Silco glared at him and stalked towards the backrooms, his pleased mood utterly fouled. He stomped through the hallway and down the stairs to their living quarters, leaving the merriness and hope of the tavern behind. Sinking into the dark of their basement home. Into the dark of his bruised and tired heart.

Thirty minutes later, the Madame pecked Vander on the cheek good-bye, squeezed his thick thigh, and made him promise to visit her soon. His stubble ghosted over her cheek, causing her body to shudder. With a low whisper in her ear that he knew would leave her cunt clenching, he promised he would.

The moment she turned away, his eyes snapped to the door Silco had disappeared behind. He glanced around the tavern, and then to Benzo behind the bar. They caught each other’s eye, and Vander strode over.

“I got the rest fer t’night. I can close up. You go check on, Silco,” Benzo murmured, leaning his thick body across the counter.

“Thanks, ‘Zo,” Vander said, patting his friend’s forearm and making his way off the main floor.

As the cheery clamor of the tavern fell away, it was replaced by the distant stomping of feet and slamming of cabinet doors. Vander’s lips thinned and he sighed. Squaring his broad shoulders, he strode for the living quarters.

Their apartment beneath The Last Drop was lit with the same warm lights as the bar. Like the space above, it created a sense of coziness; washes of yellow and orange coating their mismatched furniture and brightening dark corners. However, the homey atmosphere was greatly defeated by Silco’s moody banging. Vander brace himself and trudged through the living room to the kitchenette.

Silco shuffled angrily from side-to-side of the galley-style kitchen, putting away dishes Vander had left on the counter. He pointedly ignored Vander’s presence.

“I didn’ know you’d be back t’night.” A grunt was the response. “Did’ya get what you were after?”

Silco slammed a cupboard door shut before reaching for his bag. He ripped it open, and carelessly tossed the files on the still damp counter. He then reached for their icebox and wrenched it open. Tentatively, Vander’s fingers reached for the files, but his eyes stayed on his partner. Silco withdrew a bowl covered with a rag from the icebox. He lifted the cloth, sniffed, deemed the smell acceptable, and tossed the rag into the sink. Setting his bony hips against the counter, he tucked into the meal, eating it like it had wronged him.

While he ate – making those sounds that made Vander’s skin crawl – the larger man drew the folders closer. He flipped through them, eyes scanning all the names and numbers. And coin amounts. His eyes widened to silver dollars. His full lips spread into a wolfish grin.

“Damn, Sil.”

Another grunt. With a wet food sound on the end of it. Vander winced. He waited to see if Silco would elaborate or add commentary with regards to the job he’d just pulled.

Only the sound of mouth-smacking punctuated the thick silence.

“You okay? Yer not hurt, are you?” 

Instead of answering, Silco finished his meal and tossed the bowl into the sink with a loud clatter. Vander’s wince deepened. He fixed his partner with a serious look as he stepped closer.

“Sil,” he cooed softly, stretching a hand out.

Silco batted it away and snarled, “Don’t. I’m dirty.”

Vander chuckled. “I can see that. Ye don’ smell too good either.”

Silco finally looked at him, and the hurt in his eyes took Vander’s breath away. Beyond tears and weary. They held each other’s gaze for seconds that felt like hours – Silco utterly wounded, Vander wholly confused.

“Sil. Wha’s wrong? What happened?”

The hurt in Silco’s eyes seamlessly flared into hot disbelief.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Vander felt his own temper begin to rise. It swirled with his confusion, a bubbling cocktail of emotion threatening to overflow.

“No. ‘M not kiddin’ ya. Ya show up two days after ya said you’d be home, ‘n just glare at me. Now yer bangin’ around the flat all pissy-like.”

“I’m banging around because this place is a mess. How long were the dishes in the sink? The last thing I want to do after a job is come home to more work!”

“If you’d be home when ya said you’d be, I’d have the place spic-n-span.”

Silco clicked his tongue against his teeth. “That has never once happened.”

“Sil – “

“Just drop it, Vander,” Silco growled, holding a hand up and looking away. He took a deep breath in and repeated, quieter, “Just. Drop it. I need to take a shower. I don’t suppose the bathroom’s been cleaned.”

Vander’s cheeks turned red and he averted his gaze.

“Just as I thought.”

Silco shouldered past his partner and headed for their bathroom. He peeled his filthy shirt off as he went, and pointedly let it fall to the floor in a heavy, damp wumph. He slammed the door shut, and Vander jumped. His eyes fell to the dirty shirt, his stomach twisting into knots. The sound of the shower sputtering to life filled the deadly quiet apartment.

He thought back to the look Silco had given him in the bar. The distaste and betrayal on his thin face. He thought of who’d been next to him, petting his thigh, her hand traveling dangerously close to his groin with each swipe.

Vander frowned and shook his shaggy head, the flush on his face turning from embarrassment to frustration.

They had agreed.

Silco did dangerous missions that sent Vander’s stress levels sky-rocketing. And Vander fucked information and resources out of people.

They. Had. Agreed.

He groaned. He was tired of arguing about this, tired of it subterfuging into other conflicts. He was exhausted by Silco’s pissy, possessive moods. Tired of convincing him time and time again that the trysts meant nothing other than work.

Vander sighed, setting his hands on his hips. His chin flopped to his chest. After a moment, his eyes lifted again to the shirt between him and the bathroom. He heard the water thrumming against Silco’s lithe body and pelting the tiles. A sly smile curled Vander’s upper lip. Perhaps words were not the way to convince his partner. Perhaps action would prove to whom his heart truly belonged.

Vander strode forward, scooping up the shirt as he went, and entered the bathroom.

Notes: EEEEE!!!! What does the Van Man have planned?? Only good things, probably 😏

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Next Chapter

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- vander

crushing hard

[arcane] [main page] requested!

prompt: Vander has a crush on you, and he won’t shut up about it to his friends.

The bar doors open, earning the attention of three young adults, one who is awaiting your presence. Who’s been anticipating you all morning. You grin, waving to your new friends you met two weeks ago at the market. “Hey, [Name]! Good to see ya!” Vander greets you as he wipes down a glass cup. 

“Hiii, Vander. Silco, and Felicia.” You nod your head politely to the other two who do the same with smiles adorning their faces. “I brought you that can opener, can’t believe you forgot it!” You snicker, placing the metal object down on his counter before him. He nervously laughs in response, his eyes flickering over to his close friends who have amused expressions. 

“Silly me, just a forgetful guy.” He defends himself and you tilt your head. “Really? I would’ve never guessed! I feel like your memory is better than mine.” You pout your lips. Silco mumbles something into Felicia’s ear who giggles in response. Luckily you didn’t hear what it was. Vander glares at them. 

“Well, I can’t stay too long, my brother is waiting for me.” You huff, putting your hands on your hips. “It was great seeing you three. We have to hang out again!” You tell them, taking steps back. “We’d love to.” Felicia says. 

“Yeah, we would! You could even come visit the bar anytime. I’d love the company.” Vander blurts out and you smile at him. “Guess I’ll have to then, don’t want you getting lonely with all your customers.” You poke fun with him, your back slightly hitting the door. His face heats up. 

“Ha! Yeah, still… you should.” He rasps and you scrunch your nose. “I’ll have to come by later this week.” You wink at him, pushing the doors open as you swiftly leave. 

He lets out a loud groan once he knows you’re gone. “I’m such an idiot.” He takes the can opener, adding it to his stack of others. “Yeah, you are.” Silco takes a sharp breath, astounded by the second embarrassment he was feeling. “It wasn’t that bad.” Felicia nudges the guy beside her. “What? He looked like a total dog. He makes his crush so evident.” 

“Do I really?” Vander’s eyes widened in fear. Hoping that wasn’t the case. He didn’t want to look desperate. 

“Yes.” “No.” 

The two say at the same time, then glaring at one another. “No, Vander. You seem timid for sure but I don’t think she knows there’s meaning like that behind it.” Felicia assures her friend. He lets out a sigh. “I just- I’ve never been like this around a girl. She’s perfect! Like- Perfect!” He gesticulates, running fingers through his hair dramatically. 

“Her humor? She’s actually really funny. Did you see the way she winked at me by the way? Almost died on the spot.” He exaggerates to his best friends. Felicia presses her lips together trying not to laugh as Silco pinches the bridge of his nose. Not wanting to hear this. 

“I mean for real, it was the hottest thing. She’s smooth with it, I wonder if it means something.” Vander ponders, placing down his drink cup. “It was just a wink, dude.” Silco exclaims with an “are you for real?” look. “A wink that could’ve had an undertone.” Vander points at him. 

“And she’s going to come by later this week. Oh man.” Vander now begins to panic. He invited you to sit at the bar. Later in the week is the weekend… obviously. But that means the rowdier customers will be there. He’ll barely have the chance to speak with you. Maybe you’ll stay late enough to hang out afterwards? Or come early enough where you guys can talk. 

“Yeah you asked her like a real desperate dog.” Silco comments and Vander’s face drops. “No I didn’t.” His eyebrows furrow. “If you say so.” 

“You’re being a real hater, Silc.” Vander huffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah because you met her two weeks ago and you won’t shut up about her.” The boy esaperates. Earning a frown. “And I’ll continue to talk about her. Now it’s to spite you.” 

“You two are such idiots.” Felicia sighs, slumping forward on the counter. “Vander certainly is. I’m growing a little worried for [Name].” Silco insults his friend who rolled his eyes. “Whatever man. She’s different. I’m just saying.” He shrugs his shoulders and Silco scoffs out a laugh. “You’re whipped on a whole different level.” 

“I might be. I don’t know what to do about it.” Vander makes a face. “As time goes on I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Felicia encourages him. “Mm, yeah. Until then I’m going to continue talking about her.” He cheekily smiles. “Of course you are. Because you don’t know peace.” Silco groans. 

“You don’t deserve peace.” Vander chuckles. “I’ll just have to go tell [Name] about how you feel I guess…” He stands from the bar stool. “She’s probably not too far from here.” He starts. “Don’t do that! That’s not even funny!” Vander whines like a child. His heart is genuinely racing by his buddy threatening to tell his crush his feelings like they were in grade school. 

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[zaundads]

Anybody want to create a quick quintessential Zaundads fanfic rec list?

I was away for a long time between seasons, so I probably missed a ton but those are some of the longer/meatier ones I remember, particularly one of the more fix-it category.

While the World Turns Around by Blue_Daddys_Girl

In a chance meeting Vander sees Silco for the first time since the fateful day he's come to regret so deeply. Silco has changed—they both have. Vander can't stop thinking about him.

Reconciliation AU by Rimeko

If the cannery scene went down differently, if Vander got thrown into Stillwater with Vi instead of (maybe) dying, and if Silco eventually got them both freed. What, then? What to do with the ruins of what once was? How to deal with love and betrayal and everything that went down in the meantime, and how to move forward.

Stillwater Marriage by Alishatheninth

AU in which Vander does not insist on having one last pipe, therefore gets out of Benzo's shop before Silco has Deckard kill all the Enforcers. Vander decides there's really little to be lost by simply handing the reins to Silco. Silco has to deal with a slightly different set of challenges, and does so in his own, slightly deranged, way.

started with a pin by bloodinthewine

Silco doesn’t expect to find anything extraordinary when he accompanies his daughter to her first Pride parade. Vander, an infamous and experienced leather daddy, finds him anyway. (or The Leather Daddy AU) 

And just some personal favorites of mine that I remember:

underground utopia dynasties and dystopia by leonshardt, which I think is the original prostitute!Silco stories.

Old Griefs and Childrens Faiths by GoddessofRoyalty, an A/B/O story which always made me hope for a parent!trap style story where Powder tries to reunite Silco and Vander

There are some mores that I love, including some smut ones, but everybody please mind that season 1 Zaundad fandom often skewed more dark, messy and angsty.

Anybody else have any favorites? Any other popular fics I missed? If somebody was joining late, what would you recommend to them?

[bylightofdawn]

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is a Vanco fic where Silco discovers Vander's letter. Reads it and immediately seeks out Vander to scream at him about how SHIT his apology note is and does he really think that makes up for him trying kill him.

And Vander just grabs him and hugs him like a wet, scrambling cat and won't let go no matter how much Silco struggles, scratches an potentially bites him.

And then they actually talk, go through a ton of therapy and pretty much I just want a nice Good Verse AU of the world Ekko visited.

Is that too much to ask for?

XOXO

-El

[honey-tongued-devil]

young silco wip

Here are two WIPs directly from my story Everytime It Rains, while I try to find the time to work on the third chapter. You can read the story HERE, and if you'd like to support me, you can find all my other prints on INPRNT, clicking HERE. Plus, with the code WTVN4DDJ , you can get a 20% discount on your purchase!

[womenofwonder]

You know anyone wanting to write a modern arcane au should not only make Vander and Silco divorced dads with partial custody over all four kids, but also make Singed and Silco be a couple so Jinx and Orianna can be sisters

[enema-no-jutsu]

I lack the writing skill and acumen to pull it off but I keep thinking about a fanfic set in the ekko AU universe where that version of powder starts to get really fucked up from exposure to the hex anomaly. Like imagine she starts remembering things from Jinx’s life because of some weird alt universe synchronicity shit and it fucks her up forever. Just sitting at the bar and suddenly she gets a clear as day vision of silco with bullet holes in his chest or vander’s lifeless body in the alleyway. And she can’t shake the feeling that she’s the one responsible

[kanskje-kaffe]

New Jayvik update omg

Run It Back Again Ch.4 by Withercrown on AO3

Fandom: Arcane Pairing: Jayce/Viktor, Vander/Silco Chapters: 4/19

Viktor gave him a pained look. "I’ve always found your lack of interest in Zaunite history insulting." "It’s not exactly something they’re teaching topside," said Jayce, with frankly heroic calm. "Unless you have some books to recommend on the subject, I don’t know how else I’d find out." "Mmh." Viktor crossed his arms. "You could always try asking." "Fine. Who's the Hound of the Underground?"

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holy shit if you like middle aged jayvik and young vanco and multiverse/time travel fix-its then this shit is FOR you

[rauchendesgnu]

Summary:

It doesn’t come as a surprise that Silco has a difficult relationship with scars. After all, every time he looks into the mirror, he sees his mauled face reflected back at him, and no amount of make up can erase the gruesome sight. No matter how much time passes, he knows he will never get used to the stares he gets on the street, the whispers and rumours that follow him around.

He thought it would be different with the twin lines on his chest. He thought that since he chose this, since he made the active decision to get these scars, that he would like them or at least be able to tolerate their presence. Silco’s chest has never been that big, and so the scars are small, merely pink lines on his pale flesh. And yet…

Or: Silco accidentally falls for the handsome tattoo artist working on the ink over his top surgery scars.

Fic is explicit, but the smut can be avoided :)

[eggcompany]

TW: child loss

Gonna write a a/b/o vanco fic where it’s Omega! Silco x Alpha Vander and it’s great and they have like a years long relationship, they’re mated, the whole thing. Well they decide to settle down and make a family.

Silco keeps loosing the babies. Positive test after positive test, blood tests, scans, he keeps loosing them. Some at a few weeks, but after he delivers a stillborn, he can’t handle it anymore.

It causes a big fight between them. Silco wants to keep trying, Vander can’t take the heartbreak. Silco goes off, a bag packed he leaves. And then something happens and he’s hurt so badly he has to stay in the hospital.

Vander finds him and they forgive each other and then as they get back on their feet, falling back in love with each other all over again, someone leaves a toddler with a swaddled baby at their back door.

Tada yay found family fic yayyyyy

[solsticethebatearedfox]

please please please can someone recommend me arcane fics where the alternate reality exists with vi alive plz plz plz i need it rn 😭 😭😭😭

bonus points if it has zaundads, meljayvik, caitvi and timebomb

[space-blue]

Ooooh would you look at this?? A kind reader, Raven_Kervus, translated my zaundads ficlet for the Zaundads Zine into Russian!

Very kind of them! If any of my followers read russian... Have at it. I hope it's good! I really can't tell x'D But the gesture goes straight to my heart.

Man this art really takes me back. I was part of the Bun!Sikco Supremacy Squad and it feels good being right about that ahaha

[lemondropicedtea]

Does anybody else spend a lot of time re-watching scenes, analyzing character animation, looking at backgrounds, and watching lots of analysis videos on characters and placements just to gather good information for your fanfiction and make sure your characterization is not OOC? Because I feel like that's all I'm doing these days and man it both helps and slows down the writing process like soooo much.

[pluto-rainstorm]

There's not enough young Vanco fics now that we got a glimps of their past, so I've taken it into my own hands!

I'm gonna write a fluffy fic, an extension of the scene we got with Vi and Jinx's mother!