#zaundads fanfic

[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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[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!

[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?

[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

[thief-of-eggs]

a little silco and vander fic for you all, set during the flashback scene from act 2!!

words: 934

summary:

A moment later, and it all clicks into place, like a camera coming into focus. Silco feels horribly naive for not having seen it sooner.

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

The dreadful feeling in his gut only worsens as Vander doesn’t immediately try to deny it- instead, he sighs wistfully, putting his chin into his palm as his eyes trail Felicia across the bar.

“I ‘sposse I am, yeah.”

or: a continuation of the flashback scene from act 2

[sandraharissa]

To me the core theme of arcane is this specific type of conflict that repeats over and over again in all the main aspects of the story that centers around 'sibling relationships'.

Starting with the two cities. We have Piltover and the bad side of Piltover. Technically they're supposed to be one and the same but one is the 'golden privileged child' while the other is disadvantaged and needs to rely on the rich side of Piltover for support, they can't do it by themselves. And then the rich side of Piltover fails in its duties of taking care of/protecting/supporting/whatever the poorer side and a split happens. Zaun is created and it becomes so dangerous and volatile, it becomes a menace and an active threat to itself/the outside and there's no going back. It's the monster Piltover created and even tho the Undercity suffered unfairly at this point it has become so monstrous there may be no improvement/redemption for it.

And obvs that's the exact same thing that happens with Vander/Silco and Vi/Jinx. However it's also imo completely applicable to Jayce/Viktor and even Heimer/Singed. Jayce and Viktor will only reach their break-up era in future seasons but it's a given this will happen but I know I obvs need to explain the Heimer/Singed example.

Based on what we know about them Heimer is just naturally immortal/long-living, how lucky for him, and completely lacks any ability to relate to beings who from his perspective live short life-spans. Meanwhile Singed is just a human and on top of that he had a 10yo child who died from some kind of disease(maybe?). Currently he is obsessed with discovering immortality: experimenting on ppl, mutating them, resurrecting corpses etc. possibly in an attempt to find a way to heal/resurrect his daughter. And we know him and Heimer were partners and that Heimer didn't help him and threw him out of the university or smth for his research. So the exact same dynamic as the other pairs.

So notice how we've got the cities, and then each city has its storyline, and each storyline has a pair of protags who reflect the conflict between the cities, and then each pair also has the pair that preceded them which also reflects the same conflict. In Zaun all these connections are about family ties: brothers, sisters, fathers/daughters, with inherited political/social roles like the Piltover sympathizer and criminal/revolutionary. Meanwhile Piltover storyline connections are about 'progress': science buddies, mentors and students, with Jayce succeeding Heimer as the barely-scientist-moreso-a-politician and Singed/Viktor being mad scientists. We've even got zaunite 'older siblings' associating with Piltover and piltovan 'younger siblings' being from/associating with Zaun.

Just really nice parallels all around.

But I actually have an honorable mention to add here at the end lol.

Mylo and Claggor. Obvs they don't quite fit cos they never develop into this kinda dynamic and they were never meant to but I can't help but notice the similarities. Claggor being the pure hearted hero archetype, looking like Vander, naturally good fighter, seemingly lacking insecurities, seems like the 'second in command' after Vi (second best with the fighting machine, Vander speaks to him second to get info about what happened), meanwhile Mylo giving off 3rd child vibes, full of insecurities and needing to prove himself, physically looks like a stick bug, a bit of a bully, "weird" lock-picking talents that he struggles with and isn't respected for (like Singed/Viktor's science, Powder's bombs or Silco's dream) that are actually super useful and impressive (like he could have been robbing millions from Piltover banks if he got adopted by Silco instead lol).

[space-blue]

Here are Arcane fics I can rec with love, in random order!

If you read them, please be supportive of the authors and leave them a comment to tell them you enjoyed their work! AO3 is not a socmed, and comments always matter even on older works.

Hands by Orphan Account. Silco/Vander, 311 words. Perfection.

Soulmate Graveyard by Midnightlighthowlite. Ekko/Jinx, 1,747 words. Soulmate AU done right!! Dark in a tasty way!

Parley by @spicedrobot. It's Silco/Swain and exists thanks to yours truly being a faithful beta, and the author being a superstar. E rated! 3,227 words. Delishhhhious!!

Once Bitten by LiterallyThePresident. Burly henchman (Mek)/Marcus. This was born of our brain rotted Viking AUs in which they excelled!! M rated. 1,131 words.

The Shore From Which I Fell, by @clutchhedonist. Silco/Vander. 1,247 words. Left a 100000/10 nosebleed meme in the bookmarks for good reasons.

Times you need to see her smile, by @flowercitti. It's the first of a collection you need to read from front to back!!!! Jinx&Silco, 8,606 words, heavy feels!

cut our teeth and make our bones, by @calyxgold. Vander/Silco. 2432 words. Lore heavy origin stories I love and adore. Shaped my view of them.

Children of our future, by @youngster-monster. Vander&Silco, 678 words. Pre canon banter between my two favs. Just soft and fluffy double dad whammy feels.

What You Really Are, by @spicedrobot again! Silco/Vander this time, 1637 words. E rated! Won this in the luckiest fic raffle of my life. Chair sex, in you know what chair. Incredibly delicious character dynamic.

I love all of you for feeding me some of the tastiest Arcane fics... Treat this as an extra kudo and many thanks!

[backstabber128]

Part 2 of Arcane father's day stuff but with a tinge of angst and useless Zaundad energy based off a fic I once read

[lying-on-floors]

I made a canon-divergence fix it (kinda) fic of Arcane, specifically Jinx's family!

Characters: Vi, Powder (Jinx, Silco, Vander, Isha, Claggor, Mylo

Ships: Silco/Vander (Zaundads)

Sibling bonding, fluff, family things

[subbymothpimp]

Silco and Vander had a falling out years ago. Following an accident that cost Silco his eye, they never spoke again. After the Day of Ashes, Silco assumes Vander is dead. Years pass and Silco turns his life around, finally working to achieve what they always wanted, only to have his life abruptly turned upside down when he spots the ghost of his long lost brother in arms on a bus stop. NOTHING EVER STAYS DEAD

full piece in the link

For dearest @amusingelf Happy Birthday, brother. I love you.

[revelisms]

He keeps a dagger on his person, like a widower keeps a ring. Precious metals glimmered smooth: reflection hidden beneath the thumb. And there's initials carved in. A spindly screech of steel etchings, knife-on-knife, nails in the mud—like a child marking the earth their own, teenage couplings defacing a tree.

A prize, staked and claimed.

A folly.

V.

End-note of a stanza; blood on a page. A timestamp spliced to a murderer's hilt.

Violence, viscosity, vengeance.

A vendetta, raised and swung—

Stolen by his own hand. His own wretched, bleeding, shrieking hand.

Reclaimed.

He keeps a dagger on his person, like a killer keeps a knife at their bed. Safety-blanket, shield, empty cartridge waiting to fire. A smaller blade carved through, over and over and over again, 'til the steel carries the glistening edges of an old scar.

S.

A youth stunted, a soul devoured: spiked bones slithering through his flesh.

Sanctity, solus, severance.

A vendetta turned back on his One, his All.

Stolen by his own hand.

On nights where his head is too loud to think, where the keys hold no comfort to him, where the restlessness of his heels leaves him wearing a hole through the carpet—he'll squeeze that knife, like a worry-stone. Chink it free from the maps about his desk: feel its weight zing from his sleeve, soar. Over and over and over again, to the plaque that shivers against the door.

No initials laid to the wood. Just a flurry of ugly crevasses, bloodless. A fire in his bones that won't settle.

In his claws, a timepiece. A torn veil.

Two letters, marred like an hourglass; black sands, frozen in time.

His All, his None, his Hated.

A whistling thwunk of the dagger.

A folly.

No matter how far he throws—his feet always carry him back, to retrieve it.

silco and vander / tales of a knife

[kikiiswashere]

Terms of an Agreement - Chapter 2

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

Chapter Summary: Vander uses actions rather than words to remind Silco that his heart belongs to him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Previous Chapter

CW: Shower sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, anal sex

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!

Warm, sticky steam enveloped Vander as he stepped inside the small, tiled room. He closed the door quietly behind him and tossed Silco’s shirt onto the rest of the dirty clothes piled by the toilet. He shrugged off his vest and began to undo his belt.

“Mind if I join you?”

Silco’s silhouette paused behind the shower curtain, considering.

“It’s your bathroom, too.”

Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Carefully, he slipped into the shower behind his partner, and sighed at the sensation of hot water against his skin. Silco’s back was to him, and his gaze raked down his slender form appreciatively.

Vander enjoyed all body types, but Silco was by far his favorite, the most beautiful. His silver eyes tracked the breadth of those sinewy, strong shoulders; down the narrowing planes of his back to a slim, slim waist. He lovingly smirked as his gaze dropped to Silco’s almost comically small, perfect ass. He loved to grope and bite those pert and round cheeks, like they were the sweetest pieces of fruit from the market. Below, his long and lean legs sprouted. Like the rest of him, the muscles there were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.

Vander felt his cock stir, and he took a grounding breath. With practiced effort, he tamped down its excitement. He had to play this just right. Tentatively, he reached out to run the tips of his fingers down the knobs of Silco’s spine. The hands running through his hair stopped at the sudden touches, but he still did not turn to face Vander.

“I missed ya, Sil,” The Hound murmured.

He stepped closer. Vander’s skin tingled at the proximity, and he was quietly elated to see the skin on Silco’s shoulders pucker with goose flesh. Their bodies had always responded to each other. Long before they fell into bed even. The magnetic push and pull between undeniable and electric. He knew Silco felt it, too, by the small shift in his breathing. Something shallower, chesty. Instinctively excited.

Despite this, Silco snorted and reached for the bar of soap nestled in the shower’s corner. He began lathering his arms and chest with feverish attention.

“Did you now?”

Vander’s lips thinned, growing tired of Silco’s venom. So, he tried the same tactic, but with more vigor.

He sighed, dropping his head. His brow pressed against Silco’s damp crown. Giant hands settled on narrow hips and Silco stilled again. Only this time less with irritation, more curiosity.

“I did,” Vander said, and stepped closer.

Finally, their bodies to molded against one another. Vander’s heart thudded elatedly to feel Silco go ever so slightly slack against him. A bodily response even Silco’s conscious mind couldn’t fight against. Proof that they had been meant for each other, Vander thought.

“I haven’ seen ya for three days. I get fuckin’ worried sick when yer out there. By yerself.”

Silco began soaping himself up again. “You seemed to be managing just fine.”

“Sil – “

“Aren’t you needed up in the bar?”

Vander flinched at that. But he rallied, and slid his hands around Silco’s middle, drawing him in tightly against his belly and chest.

“Benzo’s got it covered,” he said, nuzzling at Silco’s temple, kissing the hair plastered there.

“Benzo can manage the bar, yes,” Silco scoffed, “but what about your friend?”

Vander loosed a weary sigh. “It’s just business, Sil. I didn’ know you’d be back t’night. An’ I didn’ know she was comin’ by.”

“I told you I’d be back in one to three days.”

“Yeah, an’ half the time ya say that an’ it ends up bein’ double.”

“Sometimes things happen – “

“I’m not blamin’ ya, Silco,” Vander insisted, firming his grip on his partner enough to spin him around. He took the soap and placed it in back in the corner. Silco glared up at him. “It’s just . . . we agreed. I let you do these missions – “

“You let me?”

“ – An’ I help Zaun on the home front by . . . well, ya know.” He waggled his head from side-to-side, not quite meeting Silco’s ire-filled glare. He sighed again. “It’s just business.”

“Yeah, well, it hurts me when you bring your ‘business’ into our home,” Silco spat. His glare became watery and he broke Vander’s gaze. “I know you are only doing what we agreed. I know it’s not . . . personal. I just . . . don’t want to see it,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the running water.

Vander’s face softened and he drew Silco closer to him, a large hand splayed on his lower back. His other hand cupped and lifted Silco’s chin, bringing their gazes together once again.

“’M sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’ mean to hurt you. I won’ bring it here anymore.”

After a moment, Silco’s face softened and he felt him give the tiniest nod against his palm. Slowly, Silco’s head dropped onto Vander’s chest and his arms looped around his broad back. Pleased, Vander readily returned the embrace, his heart relaxing as Silco’s poor mood was washed away.

“You missed me?” Silco coyly asked after a minute.

Vander chuckled. “You bet yer sweet ass I did.”

To make his point, he playfully pinched at Silco’s rear. The smaller man yipped and tried to pry himself out of Vander’s arms. But he was unable to escape from the hold. Not that he actually wanted to. The thrashing was mostly for show and play, his true intentions revealed by the devious grin hooking his lips.

Vander held tighter, and leaned down, closing the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco stopped wiggling and wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders. He pressed up into the kiss, nearly moaning into it.

Mentally, he was kicking himself for being such puddy in his partner’s hands.

Physically and emotionally, he was flint – Vander, the spark. Together, they became aflame with desire.

Silco slanted his thin lips against Vander’s full ones, his silver tongue flicking across his partner’s lower lip. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat, and he thrust his own tongue forward. It slid across Silco’s and probed the roof of his mouth.

Silco couldn’t help it. He whined, Gods damn him. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes and tightened his arms. The action pressed their mouths together more intensely.

Insistently.

Desperately.

One of his hands slid up and fisted itself in Vander’s brown hair. His locks were smooth and thick between Silco’s fingers.

“Did ya miss me too,” Vander teased, pulling away to nip at his partner’s ear.

“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Silco, wrapping his lips around Vander’s throat and sucking fiercely.

He left his mark on the Hound. Then another.

Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He felt Silco’s own cock beginning to firm up and press into his lower abdomen. Vander’s balls tightened, and something small and excited fizzed tantalizingly low behind his navel. He wrestled Silco back into a kiss that was all tongue and lips. His right-hand slip down and around his partner’s small ass. His fingers pet the defined cut that bisected his buttock from his leg. And then slid lower. And under.

Silco started and gasped at the first tender stroke placed on that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and anus. His hips pressed back into Vander’s digit. Vander did it again. And again. Each time, the swipe would end nearer and nearer toward that tight ring of muscle.

Silco whined and panted into Vander’s mouth, kisses becoming too wide and hungry. His cock grew and thrummed between them, the tip of him pointing up seeking attention. It was pressed between Vander’s flat, strong belly, and his own slender form. The pressure was as euphoric as it was maddening. Silco groaned, his hips rocking between Vander’s finger and stomach.

The Hound broke away and looked down between them.

“Janna Almighty, Sil,” he breathed, crowding his partner against the shower wall, and sinking to his knees.

Vander’s hands raked up and down Silco’s front – just as slim and defined as his back. In the glistening light of the bathroom, under the spray of water, the delicate cut of his physique glimmered and shone. Like starlight on the Pilt. Vander’s cock ached at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. How could he ever think Vander would prefer anyone to him?

His thumbs flicked Silco’s dusty pink – nearly mauve – nipples, and raked down his ribs. Silco shuddered. Not only at the sensation, but at the sight: The Hound of the Underground on his knees in front of him.

For him.

It made Silco feel loved. And powerful. He reached out and ran his hand threw Vander’s hair, guiding his head to tilt up. They looked at each other, eyelids heavy with lust, lips kiss-swollen. Vander grinned at Silco, and nuzzled the thatch of wiry hair near his hip crease. His erect cock caressed his cheek, it’s warmth and silkiness sending Vander’s stomach fluttering.

“I missed ya, Sil,” he murmured into the hipbone beneath his lips.

Then he licked a long, wide stripe up the groove of his hip flexor. Silco sighed and shuddered, his hips jutting forward into nothing. His cock seeking out something, anything. A low chuckle rippled through Vander’s throat as he shifted his head over – making a point to lightly drag his lips across the purpling head of Silco’s dick – to the other hip crease. Another teasing, erotic swipe of his tongue.

Silco grunted, the back of his head bumped against the tile. In frustration. In elation.

“Vander – “

Before he needed to ask, there was wet, delicious heat tracing the underside of his shaft. Then a seal around his head. Light suction before Vander bobbed his head down in increments, running his tongue along bulging veins, until he was nestled at the root of his partner.

Silco’s hands threaded through Vander’s hair as his eyes closed, his eyebrows pitching up in ecstasy. Vander drew back slightly, adjusted the angle of his head, relaxed his throat, and began a gentle rhythm.

Pleasure rattled up and down Silco’s spine as Vander repeatedly swallowed around his cock. When his hips jerked forward, Vander’s hands gently, but firmly, held Silco in place. A touch that said ‘I got this. Let me take care of you.’ He created a particularly tight seal and swirled his tongue around Silco’s flushed glans. A gesture to assure, tease, elate, and promise.

“Y-yes-s,” Silco moaned, scraping his nails against Vander’s scalp.

Vander hummed in thanks and the sound vibrated through Silco’s sensitive cock wonderfully; another bolt of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his abdominal muscles flexing excitedly. Slowly, Silco’s mind began to wobble under the pressure of pleasure. The usually tight and methodical hold he had on his words unraveling as Vander’s actions unspooled him.

“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling.

Vander hummed, pleased. His right hand stroked down Silco’s thigh once, twice, before carefully lifting the back of his knee, and slinging his leg over his shoulder. Before Silco could question what he was on about, there was a gentle press against his anus. He gasped, and accidentally pulled Vander’s hair. He winced, but chuckled around Silco and pressed his index finger against him again, circling. His heart soared when the tip of his digit was welcomed in. Water was fine, but it wasn’t lube. So, Vander very slowly and very gently pumped his fingertip in and out. Above him, Silco whimpered and cursed, his body opening effortlessly. His hips pressed down as he took in Vander to the second knuckle.

“Faster,” he ordered. Although, Vander knew it was a plead.

He obliged, pumping his finger in and out in time with the contracting of his throat. Silco’s thighs began to tremble.

“Another. Give me another.”

Vander pulled off Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its head and his bottom lip. He grasped the shaft in his left hand and began a languid, but steady pace. Hand jobs were easier to give when his attention needed to be elsewhere. His middle finger zipped up tightly against his index, and the pair slowly breached Silco’s opening.

Silco flung his head back and moaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. His cock pulsed. Vander’s fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across his face as the pad of his middle digit lightly pressed against that spot he knew so, so well. Silco jerked and choked. Vander drew his fingers back and slid them in again and again, each time brushing that knot of nerves with more conviction.

Vander smiled as he watched his usually calm and collected lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good like this. And it was only for Vander. Gods above, he loved him.

With the pace set, Vander prepared to take Silco back in his mouth. To finish him off and take his cum down his throat. But as his lips pressed against the tip of him, Silco batted him away.

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head. “No, no. I want – I want you inside.”

Vander’s heart leapt. He chuckled, “I am inside ya, Sil.”

He rubbed the tips of his fingers against his prostate pointedly. Silco cried out and ground his hips against Vander’s hand, before reluctantly lifting off of it.

“The other way,” he panted, swinging his leg off Vander’s shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed you.”

Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed being with him in all the ways people in love got to be with each other. He missed the intimacy, missed the sex, missed his cock. It was all true. He would deal with the vulnerability hang over later. Right now, with his prostate and dick well-primed, he just needed to be fucked by Vander.

As Silco pulled away, Vander was reminded of his own dick. He’d been so wrapped up in and around Silco, he’d forgotten his own turgid member. Since dropping to his knees, it had grown and swelled in the wake of the sounds and sensations of his lover. It ached and dribbled.

Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard dick. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, and turned toward Silco.

His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, hazy and lust-filled. Vander’s mouth went dry with want. He surged forward and grabbed Silco’s narrow hips.

He curled over his back and whispered, “’M gonna make ya feel so good.”

“You better,” Silco purred, tilting the cleft of his ass to catch the cock prodding him.

Vander laughed lowly, before taking hold and guiding himself toward Silco’s winking hole. A zip of pleasure rocketed up from his toes to the crown of his head as the tip of him was pulled in.

Heaven. Silco felt like heaven, if there was such a place. Vander drew back before pressing forward again, digging deeper. He didn’t suppose he’d ever make it to heaven, but he didn’t care. Not when he could hold it in his arms; not when he could be wrapped up in it, feel it from the inside out.

After another couple rocks and sways, Vander was seated to the hilt – his pubic hair scratching at Silco’s cheeks, his heavy balls caressing the back of his slender thighs. Vander sighed in relief and bent over, resting his forehead between Silco’s shoulder blades. Beneath him, the smaller man trembled and panted.

“Ya okay?”

“More than okay. Move. Please.”

“Anything fer you.”

Vander kissed between his shoulder blades and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began steadily thrusting back and forth. The sound of wet skin slapping together rang throughout the bathroom. Vander’s grunts and Silco’s whines were quick to join, the small space becoming a cacophony of pleasure. Neither had enough bandwidth to consider or care if the sound of their love-making traveled up to the bar.

Silco’s nails scraped against the tile wall. His ribcage swung frantically with his breath, like the bellows that kept the furnaces alive in Augmentation Alley. Intense pleasure built up his spine like a heating thermostat; his cock jumped and dripped. With each pass and press of Vander’s dick against his insides, he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away. His thighs began to tremble, his knees began to knock.

“Fuck, Sil,” Vander gasped behind him. “So tight. So. Fucking. Good.”

He grit his teeth and increased the pace. The now relentless pressure on his prostate had Silco crying out. His back bowed at an intense angle. He babbled and agreed.

“Vander!” Silco cried. “I ne – I need – “

“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured.

His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him. He took a hold of his impossibly rigid cock, and the smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down. With a tight fist, he began stroking him. Silco gasped and pleaded and rocked his hips into Vander’s hold.

“Yes yes yes yes – hng – YES!”

Silco came with a cry, ropes of himself splattering over Vander’s fingers and against the tub.

After working him through his orgasm, Vander made to pull out, but Silco reached his hand back and grabbed his thick wrist.

“No. Inside. Inside, please,” he breathlessly asked. And then, with more snark, “You’re not done making me feel good.”

A grin that toed the line between sweet and wicked curled Vander’s lips, and he renewed his grip on Silco. Truthfully, he was grateful for the request. There was something about finishing inside his partner that felt untouchably intimate.

Vander set a vigorous pace, as much for himself as it was for Silco. The muscles cradling his cock squeezed and massaged the length of him. The fizzing behind his navel swelled and bubbled in mounting pleasure.

“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled, the repeated pressure against his prostate threatening another release. Vander’s hips stuttered. His cock swelled. “Fuck, I love you.”

Vander erupted at the proclamation. Yelling in relief as he unloaded inside of Silco, his hips rutting against his backside. The firm, consistent sensation of Vander’s cock massaging him, coupled with the feeling of the seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge for a second time. He moaned lowly as the deep, gooey feeling of release seeped through his muscles and bones, threatening to shake his legs right out from under him.

Before he could slip away, strong arms were gathering him up and lifting him away from the wall. Vander pulled Silco into his chest, his softening dick slowly slipping out of him. He winced at the emptiness and sighed. Vander kissed his temple and held him tighter.

“I missed ya, Sil. I love you, too.”

Silco hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms over Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked down, kissing him softly.

Belatedly, Silco heard the patter of the shower. Then he felt the water. He’d forgotten where they were. He shivered.

“The water’s gone cold,” he said against Vander’s lips.

The Hound huffed a small laugh, and reached behind him to turn off the spigot. “Let’s get ya into some warm clothes, yeah?”

Silco smiled and nodded, following his partner out of the tub.

Notes: Well, I think Silco's world has been thoroughly rocked, wouldn't you say?

Thank you so much for reading! If you would, please keep this story's fire burning by commenting and reblogging ❤️

Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander to whom he belongs

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Our Love (to eternity)

Ship: Silco/Vander (Arcane)

Rating: GA

Words: 2,012

Chapters: 1/1

Tags: Established relationship, Dancing, Fluff, Talks of the future, Pregnancy mention, Talks of having kids, Discussions of adoption, Idiots in love, Felicia ships it, Young Silco, Young Vander, S2 E5 spoilers

Summary:

“I’ve always liked the name Violet.”

Felicia smiled, “Violet, huh?” she tried the name out, liked how it sounded as it left her mouth, “It’s pretty.” She could imagine calling it out as she walked through the door to her home, having just got off a shift at the mines. Saying it proudly when she’s talking about how great her kid is. It was perfect.

“Yeah, it’s not bad.” Silco added, hiding his smile behind the glass in his hand.

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(Or) Vander and Silco think about the future after hearing the exciting news from Felicia.

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Cringe's Arcane Fic Masterlist

Here are my fics for the Arcane fandom. My fav pairing is Vander/Silco (Zaundads) and again most are explicit 18+ all links are ao3.

Tea for Two 1ch, 3.5k words, zaundads

Jinx prepares a special tea for her divorced dads in a chaotic attempt to get them back together.

Til the Last Drop 19 ch, 21k words, zaundads unfinished :(

I feel guilty including this because it's not finished and I don't know when or if I will *sobs* but never say never, who knows. It's a Vander and Silco origin story about the revolution they helped form.

For the Children of Zaun 1ch, 733 words, zaundads

Silco is a councilor at last, but feels they aren't taking him or Zaun seriously. Vander lets him vent and offers comfort.

Just a Kiss, My Lovely 1ch, 2k words, Silco/male OC

Silco’s barber Will has a few secrets up his sleeve. For tonight, it’s all about pleasure. Note that my OC Will, is a trans man.

Cause All I Really Want is You 1ch, 1k words, zaundads

Before the betrayal, when Silco and Vander were inseparable. They outrun a group of Enforcers, but just barely. They hide in a small dark room to let things blow over.

Jinx! You owe me a present 1ch, 543 words, gen

In which it is Jinx’s first Christmas with Silco and she wants to get him the perfect gift. Silco is figuring out how to be a dad.

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No words could ever grasp what Vander feels. So he just stares. The lines at the corners of his old lover’s mouth hint at so much weariness that he doesn’t wonder why they can’t bear the weight of a simple smile.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vander (League of Legends) Characters: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sicktember 2022, Prompt Fic, Good Parent Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Smoking, Drug Abuse, Anger, Good Parent Vander (League of Legends), Drabble Collection Summary:

These are drabbles and from moments of prompts that spoke to me: home sick, do you even know how to take care of a sick person, pain killers, hangover, great I have all your germs all over me,...and a few more that where just a sentence into a scenario