#silco x vander

[generation--hex]

Silco & Vander (arcane) by German Braga

#silco #vander #silco x vander #silco/vander #arcane #fanart #fan art

[lullabyes22-blog]

Arcane Fanfic Scenarios

Fic scenarios that will probs never get written but are fun to imagine:

Bobby Pins and Angel Wings: Five times Jinx and Ekko nearly kissed - and the one time they did. Bittersweet snippets of childhood games and cozy rooftop chats, told in flashback form. All interwoven with Jinx and Ekko going all-out during a shoot-out in the present day.

Category: Angst, Fluff, Violence.

Ships: Jinx x Ekko

Some Like it Hot: Crack oneshot. Silco makes a guest appearance on Hot Ones and dishes out the complexities of revolution and the struggles of running the drug trade and being a single father - all while absolutely devouring the ghost peppers.

Y'all. This is Zaun. You expect them not to have spicy food?

Ends with Sean Evans going utterly non-verbal after trying one of Zaun's own homebrewed concoctions... while Silco chugs a glass of yogurt and smiles slyly for the cameras.

And then gets the hiccups<3

Category: Crack, Humor, Politics.

Ships: Zaun x Spicy cuisine.

Arcane Meets Isekai: Character-x-Reader themed Choose Your Own Adventure where reader is flung into the chaotic and magical world of Runeterra, and ends up simultaneously stealing the hearts of a shyly brilliant scientist (Viktor) and a ruthless Undercity revolutionary (Silco). Shenanigans ensue. Multiple endings and wild scenarios. Heimerdinger's poro was hurt in the making of this story - and will be hurt again.

Category: Angst, Fluff, Crack, Smut.

Ships: Primarily Viktor x Reader and Silco x Reader. But there can be so much more.

Empires Rise and Fall: Silco and Mel and up brokering a marriage pact to keep their cities united. It's an unexpected match made in Heaven - with a dash of Hell. Also a warlord mother-in-law who refuses to keep her nose out of the marital chamber. And a step-daughter creeping like a golem in the rafters...

Drabbles of the angsty, fluffy, smutty and political variety. Plus a honeymoon in Noxus. Complete with near abductions and survived assassination attempts.

"Mawwiage. That bwessed awwangement. That dweam within a dweam..."

Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Ships: Silco x Mel, Silco x Power, Mel x Politics.

Through a Glass Darkly: Extremely dark fic. Silco's life post-drowning. Details everything from his recovery, to his rise as a kingpin-on-the-make, to the development of Shimmer, to his alliance with Singed, and his plans for payback. All while he watches Vander from afar with his new family, and plots to destroy both.

Also features plenty of near run-ins with baby Powder - and a sense of fated inevitability. 

The shark was always lying in wait.

Unbeknownst to him, so was fatherhood.

Category: Angst, Gore.

Ships: Silco x Vander

Snakes and Ladders: A retelling of Forward but Never Forget/XOXO from Mel's PoV. Plenty of MelJay cuteness, flashbacks of her life as a Noxian heiress, the grim legacy of Ambessa's lessons, her childhood games with Kino, and a darkly decadent slice of Mel × Silco, as her elusive arch-ally lures her deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of snakes and ladders that is Zaun...

Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Ships: Mel x Jayce, Mel x Silco.

Redux: Multichapter monstrosity. A time travel AU where Jinx, twenty seven years old, is embroiled in an ongoing battle with Piltover - and with her sister Vi. Tired, disillusioned, and with only her ghosts for company, she reminisces bittersweetly about her girlhood days with Silco. Then she breaks into Ekko's workshop and steals his infamous watch, ready to tamper with it and go back all the way to the beginning, before the Day of Ash.

This time she'll make sure they all live: her parents, Vander, Vi, Silco, Ekko, Benzo, Mylo and Claggor.

Safe together.

Long story short: she miscalculates and ends up at the midway point before Vander drowns Silco in the Pilt. Now Jinx has to keep her wits and hide her secrets, as she struggles to survive in a much deadlier and more volatile Zaun. All while she ingratiates herself into their revolutionary circle, and attempts to heal the rift between its two leaders, before it can widen further.

Easier said than done when both men begin taking an interest in Jinx for their own mercenary agenda. And by the end, will slit each others' throats to see said agenda fulfilled. 

Dammit.

Where is that Boy Savior when you need him?

Written as a darkly comical fic from Jinx's POV. Back-to-the-Future flavored adventures. Full of booms, oopsie-loopsies, and political commentary.

All our girl wants is to undo the jinx before it jinxes everyone. Instead, she ends up getting baby Powder quite literally 'unalived,' causing heaps of destruction, and accidentally becoming a mentor figure to young Vi. Meanwhile, as Silco's peer rather than his beloved daughter, she can't help but be confronted with glaring flaws in her pedestalized Papa's ideology. All while young Silco, convinced she's either a spy in their midst, or his very own Lady of the Lake sent to illuminate the rightness of Zaun's path, finds his extremist tendencies widening by a mile. Much like Vander's violent streak and his determination to nip Silco's plans in the bud...

A fix-it fic gone off the rails. Don't time travel, folks.

Oh, and there's a sweet Timebomb twist by the end<3

Category: Angst, Horror, Fluff, Comedy, Mood Whiplash Galore.

Ships: Ekko x Jinx, Silco x Vander, Silco x Revolution, Jinx x Chaos.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane vi #vi #arcane ekko #ekko #jinx x ekko #timebomb #arcane vander #vander #silco x vander #vanco #zaundads #sevika #arcane sevika #arcane mel #mel medarda #silco x mel #melco

[1deabril]

leather daddy AU turned 1 year old :’) happy pride to THEM!!!

#zaundads #vanco #silco x vander #silco #vander #i dont think ill reread what i wrote HAHAHA but im still proud of it and thankful of all the help and love i got from it #i still think about some comments and i get so warm inside #love u zaundads fandom

[thepalecaesar]

Arcane Vander x Silco

I just volunteered.

#arcane #arcane fanart #arcane silco #zaundads #silco x vander #vander x silco #arcane vander

[kikiiswashere]

Terms of Agreement - Chapter 2

When my bestie, @sand-sea-and-fable, asks for Zaundad smut, she gets Zaundad smut. However, I am gonna do it my way and make it longer than necessary. So a little, baby novella it is! Here's chapter 2!

Chapter 1

Summary: Vander shows Silco just how devoted he is to him.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Established Vander/Silco

Word Count: 3k

PURE AND UNADULTERATED SMUT FROM HERE ON OUT! MDNI!

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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 his 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,” was the snide reply.

Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Mindfully, 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 comically small and 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, his muscles were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.

Vander felt his cock stir. He tamped down its excitement and gently reached out to run the tips of his fingers down Silco’s spine. The smaller man, who had been running his hands through his hair, stopped at the touch. But still did not turn to look at Vander.

“I missed ya, Sil,” Vander murmured, stepping closer. His front wasn’t flush to Silco’s backside yet, but it was a near thing.

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 sighed and dropped his head, brow pressing against Silco’s damp crown. His giant hands settled on those narrow hips. And Silco stilled.

“I did,” he said, and stepped closer, allowing their bodies to mold against one another. Vander’s heart thudded furiously 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 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 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 stare. “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, allowing their eyes to meet 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.

“You missed me?” he coyly asked.

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

He leaned down and closed the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders and leaned up into the kiss. 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 the miniscule space between them. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat as he thrust his own tongue forward, sliding across Silco’s, probing the roof of his mouth.

Silco couldn’t help it. He whined. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes to kiss him 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. Leaving his mark on the Hound.

Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He gripped Silco’s ass – hard – and felt his partner’s own growing cock against his belly. 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 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. His lover 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 pressed into Vander’s flat, strong belly, and 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. For their eyes to meet. 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.

“I missed ya, Sil,” he said into his skin, and then 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 veins and Silco’s frenulum, 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.

“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling as his lover continued to lavish him.

Vander’s 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 hole. 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. Please.”

Vander pulled off of Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its tip 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 groaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. The fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across Vander’s 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 lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good. Gods above, Vander 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 yelped and ground his hips against Vander’s hand.

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

Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed having sex with him. Had 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.

At once, 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.

Silco carefully stepped out from in front of him, and Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard member. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, turning toward Silco. His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. His 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?” Vander asked, kissing his back.

Silco nodded. “More than okay. Move. Please.”

“Anything fer you.”

Vander kissed between his shoulder blades once more and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began 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 sound. 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 tingle, his knees began to knock.

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

He grit his teeth and increased the pace. Silco cried out and his back arched. He babbled and agreed.

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

“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured, knowing exactly what Silco needed.

His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him, taking hold of his impossibly rigid cock. The smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down as Vander 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. It made him feel close to the man he loved.

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

“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled as the pressure against his prostate threatened to 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 his seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge. 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 in front of Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked his head 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.

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Notes: *blushing furiously* I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. If you did, please comment and reblog! I'd really appreciate it!!

There will be at least one more chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it up in the early days of the new year.

Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander why he belongs to him

#silco #vander #vanco #silco x vander #zaundads #young silco #young vander #arcane #arcane fanfic #silco fanfic #vander fanfic #mdni #smut #silco smut #vander smut #zaundads smut #my writing

[space-blue]

Touching that place marked by the other, when thinking of them...

#GAY #bitter exes #vanco #zaundads #arcane #silco #vander #gifs #arcane silco #arcane vander #arcane gif #silco x vander

[zkyfall]

500 word, sweet lil drabble about Vander and Silco reconciling. Idc about marriage much irl but Silco and Vander being husbands makes my heart go💓

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Vander wipes down the bar top as Silco glides down the stairs from the office, clipboard in hand. He’d been working from the office for weeks. Guess he was ready for a change of pace, or maybe he’d finally fallen back into the rhythm of the Last Drop. Vander snags a bottle, an old vintage, and uncorks it. It’d been a month since Silco had moved back in and Vander had woken up this morning with an odd mix of nostalgia and…gratitude. They’d faced years of pain and strife at each other's hands but somehow they ended up right back where they started. And alive, against all odds. 

Silco sits in his usual spot, just across from Vander. The same place he’d perched twenty years ago, so they could enjoy the quiet before open, and each other's company, as he balanced the books. 

“Mornin’ Sil,” Vander rumbles, “ sleep alright?”  Though Silco’s sharp gaze on Vander’s left hand tells him he’s not gonna get an answer.

“You kept the ring.” It’s not a question, of course Silco can see it bright as day glittering on Vander’s finger, but Vander answers anyways as he fixes him a drink.

“Yeah. I kept the ring.”

Silco blinks and taps his pen against the clipboard. “You should have sold it.”

“Maybe… but ’m glad I didn’t,” Vander murmurs as he slides Silco’s usual across the bar.

Silco turns his gaze from his hands to contemplate the warm amber liquid in his glass. “I threw mine in the Pilt.”

Vander nods, a lump in his throat. It’s no surprise, of course Silco did, after what happened… “That’s fair.”

“I was being…dramatic. Should have sold it.” Silco’s lip twitches as he swirls the whiskey. “Would have been worth at least a few drinks.” 

“Hmmm, that lil thing?” Vander remembers the ring, crafted from a gold hex he’d hammered thin and bent into shape with pliers. Made with love and defacing state currency? Silco was overjoyed. But he wouldn’t be bested, he disappeared and came back the next day with a gold band of his own and another bounty on his head. “One, maybe two drinks–” Vander tilts his head at Silco’s whiskey “–And not the good stuff.” 

The skin around Silco’s good eye crinkles in a secret smile as he sets the glass to the side. He reaches out and takes Vander’ calloused hand into his own. He rubs a finger along the worn metal. “It still looks good on you. Far better than that puffed up merchant.”

“Jealous?” Vander turn’s his wrist to capture Silco’s hand. He laces their fingers together. Enjoying how even Silco’s lanky fingers look delicate in his grasp. 

“No.” Wistful. Silco doesn’t say it but he looks it: mismatched eyes soft with an emotion he doesn’t need to put into words. After all these years, they finally understand each other. 

They enjoy each other's touch for a few precious moments then return to their tasks when they hear the kids start to wake up downstairs.

Vander hums an old tune as he finishes getting the Last Drop ready to open. He knows he’s got a gold hex lying around somewhere…

#zaundads #arcane drabbles #silco x vander #w-what if they were husbands #cant be normal about these middle aged gangsters

[arcanefandomweek]

The zine is LIVE!!!

The zine is FREE for anyone to download and enjoy.

It was a great labor of love, and the entire mod team is grateful to everyone for their hard work. Special thanks to all of you too, for helping us hype the project and spreading the word!

#zaundads zine #zaundads #zine #fanzine #vanco #silco #vander #silco x vander #silco/vander #fanart #fanfic #arcane #arcane zine #arcane league of legends #arcane fanart #arcane fanfic

[tweek-tweak22]

#silco #arcane silco #vander #arcane vander #silco x vander #vanco #arcane #netflix arcane #arcane x reader #league of legends

[vole-mon-amour]

1x03, part 2.

And both Vander and Silco were protecting their ideals and people that are important to them. The way this show is made is SO. FREAKING. GOOD. And the music. Ahhhh.

"Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?"

Me? Crying? Yes.

"I knew you still had it in you." Another divorcecore ship. :(

They could've raised stray kids together, but instead? This happened.

The art and the animation are INCREDIBLE. I also find it incredibly curious how unstable Jinx is, even as a kid. Huge abandonment issues & how fast she turns to tears and mental breakdowns. She reminds me of Tiny Tina SO much, especially with that bunny of hers.

How he stops for a second as he sees her, how he watches her wailing. How he still wants to get his hands on Vi ("Hello, little girl" while he hides the dagger behind) and how he panics at first, not knowing what to do with this outburst of feelings. How he sees himself and Vander in this and how he can take Jinx under his wind and maybe use her for his own sake. I'll ship the SHIT out of this.

And oh, the eyes. The art of this. This episode is 10/10 just for the entire second part of it. Just for this ending.

Oh, btw, the voice acting? Silco? Vander? Viktor? Jinx? Chef's kiss.

#silco and jinx #silco x jinx #my main tags: #arcane #silcojinx #natiswatching #silco x vander #additional tag: #jilco

[elviriel]

once again i wish my interests would collide and that someone would parallel the maxanor "i hated you and in this moment i am you" with silco talking to vander's statue. "it all makes sense now brother". do you see my vision

#there's similarities between these dynamics I SEE IT #I SEE THE VISION #betrayal that wounds you and motivates you and in the end you end up in the other's position #someone else needs to get it i can't be alone in this feeling #black sails #arcane #maxanor #silco x vander

[medic-simp]

Killing Vander -- Silco POV (Slight AU)

Author's Note: By "Slight AU" I mean that I know Silco says "I knew you still had it in you" to Vander before he drops him off the balcony, but this was just me thinking "UGH WHAT IF HE SAID SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE ROMANTIC". So he says something different in this.

CW: canon-typical violence, murder, love (if you squint) ~400 words

I was inspired by this shot where it almost looks like Silco gives Vander a lil kith

Clawing. Snarling. Grabbing.

Stabbing.

There’s a nearly weightless absence that comes with rage. Fear that gives way to blind rage and blind rage that gives way to a disgusting, aware animal instinct. A filth not quite like anything anyone has ever known. Not quite like anything even Silco has ever known.

Filth is the ground each Zaunite walks upon. Filth is the air each Zaunite breathes. Filth is the home each Zaunite lives in. Filth is the world each Zaunite knows.

Even still, there is nothing quite as filthy as passing blind rage, devolving and unraveling to something worse.

However, there is no absence now.

The knife sinks in, an easily carved path through the stomach. Jagged, likely rusty blade driving through skin, tissue, muscle, everything. Silco can see his brother’s breath hitch before he hears it, a rough, whistling moan that eases out at the same time that his hand eases up on the smaller man’s throat.

Silco heaves forward, gasping, feeling the contrast of Vander’s still breathlessness against his own swelling chest.

So aware.

The knife is an extension of him, lodged in an organ, prying into the sinew inside, dredging out blood.

It feels too natural, too right, too deserved, to be in this position.

Daring a glance at his brother’s paling, slackening face above, he leans further in, pressed close, smelling the dirt and sweat and grime of his brother. It’s so familiar; all that’s missing now is the sour stench of coal and thick cave air.

A breath…a small purse of the lips…a final kiss…a sentiment.

The old cloth on Vander shoulder is rough, but Silco is hardened and calloused enough for it, whispering against him so quietly he’s not even sure he spoke aloud.

The moment the knife tears free and any semblance of a physical connection is gone, the blind rage is back. Silco powers forward, the static black and white of his left eye taking over his entire field of vision.

Continue with the plan, you cannot stop here, you’re so close to this vengeance you’ve deserved.

Something speaks for Silco, barking an order to the monstrous boy in front of him.

Collected on the outside, almost professional now, but ringing in his ears are his final words to Vander.

“Don’t suppose I’ll be too far behind you…brother.”

#silco #arcane #vander #silco arcane #arcane silco #vander arcane #arcane vander #silco x vander #ish

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 24 - Love

Snippet:

She said, "I've asked the Chross fellow about you."

"Have you?"

"I'm told you're gung-ho about revolting against Piltover." She lounged like a surfeited lioness across the sofa. "Can see it's true. You've got a few scars to show for it."

Silco tipped a shoulder, refusing to be goaded.

"Scars are the map of a man's choices, as the old Shurimans used to say. But a chip on the shoulder is a different matter." Her fierce eyes narrowed. "I'll tell you right now, boy. We've no interest in getting tangled in Deep-Trench rubbish."

The word boy pinged off Silco's skull, even as he kept his face passably calm. She couldn't have been more than a decade older than himself. Yet he sensed this wasn't a habitual phrasing, so much as her way to get under his skin. Testing his mettle.

He said, "I've no interest in Noxian war-mongering. But—"

"But what?"

"For the moment, our aims appear to dovetail."

"Do they indeed?"

Silco rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his locked hands. His voice was quiet, his stare unbroken. "The layout to the routes is yours. So is my surety that they are safe. All I need in exchange… are a few of your supplies."

Medarda's broad face pulled a dubious expression. "I thought you weren't interested in Noxian warfare."

"I'm interested in the weapons you're shipping."

AO3 - Forward, But Never Forget/XOXO

FFnet - Forward, But Never Forget (XOXO)

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Summary:  Zaun is free—and must grow into its unfamiliar new dimensions. So must Silco and Jinx. A what-if that diverges midway through the events of episode 8. Found family and fluff, politics and power, smut and slice-of-life, villainy and vengeance.

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[catboysilco]

Watch out, he scratches. Vander found out the hardway

#silco #vanco #zaundads #silco x vander #silco arcane

[lunnyypryanya]

I did it! This is for you @zkyfall !

Aaaand I'm sorry, I don't like the color effects, but I'm too tired to fix something, so I'll send you other versions later, okay?

And I apologize again for the fact that I only draw according to the au of the star guardians, I will soon start drawing according to the canons

#fanart #arcane #star guardian #arcane au #star guardian au #silco #vander #vanco #silco x vander #zaundads

[kikiiswashere]

Terms of Agreement - Chapter 1

When my bestie, @sand-sea-and-fable, asks for Zaundad smut, she gets Zaundad smut. However, I am gonna do it my way and make it longer than necessary. So a little, baby novella it is! Here's chapter 1!

Summary: Silco gets back from a successful dangerous mission, and all he wants is to celebrate with Vander. However, Vander himself has his own duties for the cause he must attend to, leaving Silco feeling jealous and lonely. Luckily, Vander has ways to remind him that while he is committed to a free Zaun, he is also committed to Silco. Rocking his world should do the trick.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Established Vander/Silco

Further Content Warning: open relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, toxic behavior

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Silco’s body ached deeply, and 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 he anticipated. An alarm he wasn’t aware of had been tripped, and a unit of Enforcers had chased him. He’d managed to escape by slipping under a sewer grate and wading through shit back into the Undercity. He had since trekked out of the drains and into Zaun’s burgeoning nightlife. He kept to the shadows and side streets and limped back home.

To The Last Drop.

To Vander.

His heart warmed further at the thought of his partner, and he quickened his steps. The duffle slung across his back rustled with his boon: several file folders from the Clockwork Vault in Piltover. Account numbers, secrets, and other priceless information about the Topside elite at his and 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 worth it. It would give Zaun opportunity. 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 sign. Home! He was almost home! He’d only been gone for a couple days, but he longed for their bed, Vander snuggled tightly against his back. 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. And 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. 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. A few fellow revolutionaries noticed Silco enter the bar, and they raised their tankards to him, eying 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 disappointingly settled back into his chest. He carefully wound through The Drop’s table and chairs, eyes still searching.

Just as he was about to skirt around the bar and continue his search in the storerooms, the sound of Vander’s deep, rumbling laugh stopped Silco in his tracks. He turned toward the chuckle, and his heart plummeted. Tucked into the shadows of one of The Drop’s booths, Vander sat with the Madame of one of the Promenade brothels – one that was infamous for servicing Topside elite. One large arm was slung across the bench behind her shoulders, his body turned towards her own. She smiled up at his handsome face, swirling the glass of wine in her hand.

Silco’s fist tightened around the sling of his bag and he grimaced. 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.

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, and all he wanted to do was share his success with his partner. Instead, his partner was flirting with a Madame.

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

The emotional part 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 – 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, Vander’s silver eyes flicked over to Silco’s icy ones. They widened at the sight of him, his mouth falling open slightly in surprise. Before he could do much else, Silco glared at him and stalked towards the backrooms, his pleased mood fouled. He stomped through the hallway and down the stairs to their living quarters, leaving the merriness 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. Being the man-of-the-people he was, he agreed. But the moment she turned away, his eyes snapped to the door Silco had disappeared behind, heavy brow dropping. He glanced around the tavern, and then to Benzo behind the bar. They caught each other’s eye, and Vander strode over.

Benzo leaned over the counter and murmured, “I got the rest fer t’night. I can close up. You go check on, Silco.”

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

The cheery clamor of the tavern fell away, and was replaced by the distant stomping of feet and slamming of cabinet doors. Vander’s lips thinned and he sighed, continuing toward the sounds of his perturbed partner.

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. However, the homey atmosphere was greatly defeated by Silco’s moody banging. Vander sighed 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.

“I didn’ know you’d be back t’night,” Vander said. He received a grunt in 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 counter near Vander. He then reached for their icebox and wrenched open its door. Tentatively, Vander’s fingers reached for the files, but his eyes stayed on his partner. Silco withdrew a bowl covered with a rag out of the cooler. He lifted the cloth, sniffed, and deemed the smell acceptable, tossing the rag into the sink before tucking into the leftovers with his fingers.

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

“Damn, Sil.”

Another grunt. With a wet food sound on the end of it. Vander winced.

“You okay? Yer not hurt, are you?” Vander asked, unclear why Silco was in such a mood.

Instead of answering, Silco finished his meal and tossed the bowl into the sink with a loud clatter. Vander’s wince deepened, and 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.

Finally, Silco shouldered past his partner and headed for their bathroom. He peeled his filthy shirt off as he went, and let it fall to the floor in a heavy flumf. He slammed the door shut and Vander jumped. His eyes fell to the dirty shirt on their clean floor. 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. Vander frowned and shook his shaggy head, his stomach coiling in frustration.

They had agreed.

Silco did dangerous missions. And Vander fucked information and resources out of people.

They. Had. Agreed.

He was tired of arguing about this. Of 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, and letting his chin flop toward 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. A sly smile curled Vander’s mouth. 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.

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Notes: Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed please comment and reblog!

I'm hoping to have the next chapter up tomorrow or Saturday

Coming Up Next: SHOWER SMUT

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