#vanco/reader

[avarkriss]

not yet

for @beskars (sorry for edging u while i was hungover)

vanco/reader. 2k-ish. edging. afab receiving oral (like a lot of it); dirty talk; orgasm denial; delayed satisfaction; they're both meanies in this idk i was possessed when i wrote this at like.... 3am. (no y/n, no she/her, but this reader has female anatomy). unedited as per usual if you see mistakes: no you don't.

stop looking at me like that.

You barely have time to breathe before you feel it - Vander’s mouth, low and open and reverent, just as Silco shifts to sprawl across you, pinning you down with his weight and heat.

They don’t speak. They consume.

Vander licks a slow, flat line up the seam of your cunt like he’s worshipping at an altar, savoring every drop. His hands slide beneath your thighs, holding you open with a gentleness that only makes the hunger in his touch burn hotter. Above, Silco leans in - kissing Vander over you, tongues brushing through your slick, lips meeting at your center like they’ve done this before. Like they dreamed of this.

You choke on a sound - half gasp, half moan - as your spine arches, hips caught between them.

Silco groans into the kiss, one hand spreading you wider so Vander can lick deeper, slower, more precise. Vander hums low, the vibration sinking into your bones as his tongue circles, flicks, worships - tracing you like a map he intends to memorize.

It’s too much. Too good. Not enough.

You writhe, hands clutching the sheets, mouth open in a silent cry as heat coils tighter in your belly. Every time Silco rolls your clit, Vander follows with a slow, grounding drag of his tongue just below - and then they meet again, mouths brushing, tongues tangled, like they’re sharing the sweetest thing they’ve ever tasted.

“Please,” you gasp, breath caught somewhere too high to reach. “Please, I - I need -”

Vander lifts his head, voice wrecked. “Need what, honey?”

Silco licks his lips, grinning into your thigh. “You gotta say it.”

Your answer comes out as a whimper, too ragged to shape into words.

But that only makes them smile.

Silco trails two fingers up your trembling stomach, slow enough to be cruel. “Poor thing,” he murmurs, voice thick with mock-pity. “So close you can't even speak.”

Vander chuckles, deep and dark, and licks another stripe up your cunt, leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. “We could let you come,” he murmurs, tongue circling your entrance, breath hot against your slick skin. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You sob, hips lifting in search of pressure, friction, anything - but Silco pins you easily, shifting just enough to trap you beneath him while his fingers toy with your clit in slow, teasing circles. 

“Not yet,” he says, and it’s not a suggestion.

You feel Vander’s breath catch, just before he mouths at you again - sloppy now, greedy, as though your desperation is making him drunk. His tongue presses deeper, curling inside while his thumb brushes the edge of your rim, teasing, never pushing. Every lick is patient torment, every motion deliberate.

They know what they’re doing.

They want you like this - panting, shaking, hot from throat to thighs with the ache of almost.

Silco leans down, mouth brushing your hip as he whispers, “Not yet.”

Then he bites you - just a scrape, just enough to make you arch - and Vander moans against your cunt, the vibration sending you hurtling right up to the edge again.

Close. So close.

But they don’t let you come. 

Not yet.

Slowly, he shifts - his weight dragging across your chest, heat trailing in his wake as he slides down to lie beside you. One hand drapes casually across your stomach, fingers still slick from your cunt. The other slips between your legs again, spreading you open with lazy precision as he leans in close.

He brushes his lips against your cheek, breath hot.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “Use that needy little voice. Or are you too fucked out to think?”

His fingers glide through your wetness, teasing, circling - then tapping your clit in a slow, rhythmic beat that makes your thighs jerk.

“Still can’t answer?” he mocks softly, tilting his head. “Tsk. Maybe they don’t really want it.”

Vander growls low against your inner thigh, his breath molten. “I think they do want it. Just need a little help asking.”

Silco clicks his tongue, dragging his fingers back down and letting them hover - so close to your clit it makes your whole body flinch.

“C’mon,” he says, soft and cruel. “Tell us. What do you want, sweetheart?”

You try to answer, but it comes out a shudder, a sound more like need than language.

Vander presses a kiss just beside your cunt, close enough to feel, not close enough to satisfy. “Want our mouths?” he murmurs. “Want me to tongue-fuck you until you shake? Want Silco to suck your pretty clit until you cry for him?”

You nod, frantic, desperate - but it isn’t enough.

“Say it,” Silco demands, voice sharp. “No more wriggling. No more whining. Use your words.”

You moan, breath catching hard in your chest. “I - I want -”

Silco’s fingers pause mid-circle. “Start with who,” he prompts, slow and deliberate. “Who do you want first?”

Your face burns. “Vander,” you whisper. “I want Vander’s mouth inside me. His tongue.”

“Where?” Vander’s voice is rough, already wrecked from holding back.

“My - my cunt,” you gasp. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Hard. Please.”

Silco smirks, lips brushing your ear. “Good.” He drags one finger down the length of your slit, gathering slick. “And what about me?”

You tremble, thighs trying to close, but Vander’s hands keep them spread.

“You,” you breathe, wrecked. “I want you on my clit. Sucking it. Using your mouth until I can’t see straight.”

Silco groans like he’s been waiting to hear that all night. “That’s better.”

Vander bites a kiss into your thigh. “Let’s give them what they asked for.” 

He moves first, slides his hands under your thighs again, settling between your legs like he belongs there (and he does) then licks one long, deep stroke from your dripping entrance to your clit, groaning into the taste like it’s his reward too. When he starts to fuck you with his tongue, it’s just like you asked - slow and thick, obscene with every stroke, pushing in deep enough to make your hips buck.

Above you, Silco smiles against your cheek. “Good little mess,” he murmurs, almost fond. “So polite when you’re desperate.”

He lowers his mouth and takes your clit between his lips, hot and slick, sucking softly at first, then harder when you cry out, rolling his tongue in maddening circles as your body starts to tremble.

Everything tightens.

Your legs, your gut, your throat - you’re right there, teetering on the edge, the pleasure spiraling into something huge and shattering -

And then they stop.

Both of them.

Vander pulls back, licking his lips, chest heaving. Silco lifts his head with a low, satisfied hum, wiping his mouth on the inside of your thigh like he knows it's his.

You sob, trembling, the denial hitting so hard it’s dizzying.

“You didn’t think we’d let you come that easily, did you?” Silco purrs, the edge of his voice cruel and smoother than silk. 

Vander kisses your hip, breath warm and smug. “You asked so pretty, honey. But I think we want to hear you beg.”

You can’t stop the sound that escapes, half sob, half growl of frustration, as your hips twitch upward, empty and aching, your whole body vibrating with their denial.

Silco leans in close, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “You said please,” he murmurs, fingers teasing circles against your thigh, maddeningly close. “But I think you can do better.”

Vander's voice is deeper now, rougher. “You want us to let you come? Say it. Show us how much you need it.”

You gasp, wrecked and still wanting, the words trying to catch behind your teeth.

Silco tilts your face toward him again. “Don’t go shy now,” he says, cloyingly sweet. “Tell me how much you love our mouths. Tell me how close you were. How good it felt when I sucked your clit like I owned it.”

Vander kisses the inside of your thigh, slow and wet. “Tell me how deep you want my tongue inside you. How you need it. How you’ll do anything if we just let you come.”

Your whole body trembles. “Please -” you gasp. “I’ll say anything, I’ll - I need it, please - your mouths, your tongues, I need it back - need you back -”

“That’s not good enough,” Silco whispers, biting down gently on your jaw. “Get specific again. Like before. But now I want you to whine.”

You whimper, fingers clawing into the sheets. “Vander - fuck me with your tongue again. Deep. Don’t stop this time. I want to feel it - feel you - until I come on your face.”

Vander groans, the sound low and hungry. “Fuck. That’s it.”

You turn your head, panting against Silco’s mouth. “And you. Silco, please, put your mouth back on my clit - suck it, don’t stop, don’t tease - make me scream for you.”

Silco’s eyes flash with heat. “Good.” A pause. “One more.”

“One more?” you sob.

Silco smiles, slow and sharp. “Beg to be ruined.”

Your voice breaks on a sob. “Please. Ruin me.”

It slips out like a prayer; wrecked, raw, and undeniable. For a moment, there’s silence. 

Then they move.

Vander growls like he’s been unleashed, dragging you down onto his mouth as his tongue plunges back inside, harder this time, deeper, grinding into you with a rhythm that says mine.

Silco doesn’t bother with teasing anymore - he drops between your legs and devours your clit, lips sealing over it, tongue lashing as he moans into you like he’s drunk on your taste.

The pleasure hits like lightning, sharp and sudden, pleasure crashing through your body with every flick of Silco’s tongue, every thick thrust of Vander’s. Your hands scrabble uselessly for something to hold, legs shaking, your spine arched clean off the bed.

“Come on,” Silco growls into your skin. “Come for us.”

Vander hums his agreement, the sound vibrating inside you - and that’s what shatters it.

You break like a wave, like a dam bursting - eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream as your body locks and lets go. Pleasure crests and curls and keeps going, keeps taking you with it, because they don’t stop, not even as you come, not even as you cry out, not until you’re twitching and trembling and collapsing between them, every nerve lit up and singing.

Vander pulls back first, breath hot against your slick skin, his voice low and reverent. “Fucking beautiful.”

Silco licks one slow circle around your clit, just to hear the way you whimper. Then he kisses your thigh, sharp and claiming. “Ruined. Just like you asked.”

You can’t move. Not really.

Every part of you is loose, trembling, slick with sweat and come and spit. Your limbs feel like liquid, nerves still sparking from the aftershocks as you collapse back into the bed, gasping for air.

Silco doesn’t give you space. He never does - not when he’s like this.

He slinks up your body, slow and dangerous, until his chest presses against yours and his hand finds your jaw. He tilts your head until your eyes meet his, even though they’re barely open.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice molten. “Fucked dumb by our mouths. You begged so sweetly. Said you wanted to be ruined.” He leans down, lips brushing yours - soft, almost loving. “Now you are.”

Vander settles beside you, big hands stroking gently over your hips, your thighs, your stomach - everywhere, like he can’t stop touching you. His voice is quiet, rough with heat and awe.

“You’re perfect like this. Messy. Wrung out. Ours.”

You make a soft, choked sound, too wrecked to form words, and Vander just smiles, leaning in to kiss your shoulder, slow and lingering.

Silco’s thumb strokes along your bottom lip. “You should see yourself, sweetheart. Spilled open like this.”

“You took it,” Vander adds, his hand ghosting down to the slick between your legs again, not with hunger this time, but reverence. “Everything we gave you. You gave it right back.”

Silco hums, pleased. “Didn’t even come until we told you to. Such a good little thing.”

You whimper, body twitching under their praise, still wrung out and open and aching.

Vander pulls you into his chest, his arms curling around you like shelter. “We’re not done,” he murmurs into your hair, soft and dark. “Not even close.”

Silco kisses the corner of your mouth. “But we’ll go slow next. You’ve earned it.”

They hold you between them, comforted yet still drenched in want, and you swear you could fall apart all over again just from the way they talk.

[bloodvisions-art]

Silco sketches pt 2

[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ethnicallymoral]

[mangohgeckoh]

Arcane fic recs

Silco x reader

-On the hook | fluff -The Mad Scientist's Assistant by silcoitus | NSFW -Drink With Me by InkAndDagger | NSFW -Special Delivery by silcoitus |NSFW -Tailor-Made by silcoitus | NSFW -Spite, Blood & Gore Cleaning Services by artistsfuneral Fluff -Fruits of Labor by Sneepy |Fluff -Ginger Tea by sweetmime of mine |Fluff -Happenstance by Chickenparm |NSFW -Hate the Love That Drives Ambition by simp_ly_writes | Fluff -Come Morning by Chickenparm |NSFW -Good Intentions by InkSplots |NSFW -As We Fall by StarryEyedSpaceGirl | Fluff -Virulent Waters by fieryhotaru | NSFW -Ma Meilleure Ennemie by holme | NSFW -Temptation by peachysunrise | NSFW -blue threads by AishaDream | Fluff -"Silco, I'm pregnant" by ace_of_zaun | Fluff -Bend But Not Break by Constant_Fragmentation | NSFW -Bound by Constant_Fragmentation | -To The Depths by StarlitQueen | NSFW -The Art in the Heart by Juniper_Sunny | NSFW -Secret Ingredient by Sweatandwoe | Fluff -Show a Little Skin by X_amount_verbs | NSFW -The Politics of Power by Insult2Injury | Fluff -Waltzing for Three by Kikiwrites13 | Fluff -What Lurks Below by Chickenparm | Fluff -color my world (with hope of loving you) by shwarbage | Fluff -A Helping Hand by X_amount_verbs | NSFW -Period by medic_simp | Fluff -road to seduction by linesfromzaun -ring!ring! by linesfromzaun -take a seat by insult-2-injury -confessions by silcoitus -shave by gaypirate420 -swaddles and gifts by linesfromzaun -irresistable by agoutighost Vander x Silco -no...not yet by domo_in_a_lunch_box -only zaun's future is ours to be changed by alishatheninth -this world is a wasteland we will reclaim by jeanwillow42 -freshly brewed by sweet_peach_tea -lords of zaun by juurensha -Pack bonds by bombs_and_bullets -Seiya's Zaundads Week Fics by starsniper -The hound's gone feral by blackfoy

[noideawherethatcamefrom]

Idk if u guys will agree with me but I feel like Silco is simultaneously very straight and very gay but couldn't be further from giving off bisexual vibes. He occupies two opposite ends of the spectrum but avoiding the middle completely.

[notawomanimagod]

SOMEONE PLEASE write a Pride and Prejudice Darcy! Silco but also a Modern Bridget Jones AU Darcy! Silco PLSSSS IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.

Maybe i should write this myself

+ Silco and Vander fighting l like two idiots outside the Last Drop while Felicia, Sevika and everyone watch

(art by artist_ele /GIF by nadirising)

[wavesofyears]

Silco x Reader or Zaundads x Reader?

I just started a Silco x Reader fic but I am starting to feel the urge to add Vander into the mix. Especially because this fic takes place in the alternate timeline, I just feel like it makes more sense given their reconciliation and dynamic in that universe. I’m at a crossroads because I have already posted it tagged at a Silco x Reader fic and do not want to disappoint anyone who is reading specifically for that.

Please let me know if you’d prefer it remain a Silco x Reader fic or become a Zaundads/Vanco x Reader one instead (though I may just decide on my own anyway lol)

ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀

Link to the fic below if it helps you make your decision or if you’d simply like to check it out!

Accidental Acquisitions ˚✧⁎⁺˳✧༚

TYSM!!!

[colemorrison]

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ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ..

"You're beautiful Sil.." The sincerity in his voice made the other tense, sure he and Vander had their moments, a lot of them. But it never failed to scare Silco with how much genuine affection Vander had for him.

Silco x Vander (the happy version T^T) Warnings: None just some fluff Word Count: 276 ════════════════════════

The bar was empty finally, leaving Vander to clean and Silco to do numbers, it made the most sense this way. It was a comforting routine for the both of them, to spend time together in silence and get work done at the same time. "How's it looking?"

Vander's voice made Silco's body feel warmer, the air was cool but each time Vander spoke he couldn't help but feel a few degrees lighter. The numbers weren't terrible, they were keeping themselves above ground higher than they had thought. The shorter turned on the stool, watching Vander who leaned over the tables to wipe them down. He was a beautiful man, in every way, large hands, big muscles, nice hair, and the sweetest voice.

“It’s alright.” His voice was not as nice, not sweet nor did it give warmth. Vander thought otherwise, coming to stand in front of the other, gods he thought Silco beautiful, the most beautiful maybe. He lifted his hands up to caress the others face, it was nice being able to live this life with him.

“You’re blocking the light.” Silco spoke but his hands came to lay on top of Vander’s, suddenly numbers weren’t so important.

"How am I meant to do math with you holding me like I'm a doll?" Vander smiled, he could cry, Silco was a doll, a beautiful doll meant to be cherished and loved in a gentle manner.

"You're beautiful Sil.." The sincerity in his voice made the other tense, sure he and Vander had their moments, a lot of them. But it never failed to scare Silco with how much genuine affection Vander had for him.

[gillymugs]

An Au silco for my story

[losernb]

A Stray's Promise (Part 3)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: Finally figured out a name for this and I'm sorry for takin so long to continue this (School and work is kicking my ass) Okay byeee(>3<)/

The Last Drop is mainly empty, save for a couple of guys passed out in the corner. Vander goes to deal with those guys as you and Sevika watch from behind the bar. You both have small plates of food and cups of club soda—Vander runs a bar, sure, but he’s strict about minors drinking. No exceptions.

You glance over at Sevika, she looks a lot more at peace here. The tension that usually lingers in her shoulders has loosened. She looks... comfortable. You smile a little at the thought.

“‘Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” Sevika asks, raising an eyebrow as she catches you staring.

“Just glad you’re feeling better, a smile suits you y’know.” You tease, nudging your shoulder against hers.

“Oh shut it.” She scoffs, but there’s amusement in her voice as she nudges you back, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

Before you can throw another comment her way, Vander returns, this time with a skinny, long-haired man trailing beside him. The moment they step in, their presence commands attention.

“Do you need me to introduce these two, or do you understand how it works now?” Vander whispers to you.

You smack his shoulder and roll your eyes, “Whatever, man, I’ve got it.” 

“This is Silco, Vander’s best friend.” You gesture towards the man that walked in with Vander. 

He offers a smile and a small wave. “Pleasure.”

“And that,” Vander adds with a smirk, “is Stray’s new girlfriend.”

You immediately flip him off while Sevika looks away, pretending she didn’t hear that.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you correct quickly, shooting Vander a glare. “Her name’s Sevika. I met her a couple days ago—she pulled me out of a bad spot.”

Silco steps forward, offering Sevika a handshake, which she takes without hesitation. His grip is firm but not overpowering, just assessing.

“How old are you?” he asks, his tone casual but curious. “You look pretty young.”

“I just turned sixteen last week,” she replies.

Silco hums, then glances at you with a sly grin before leaning in slightly. “Only a year older than our Stray, huh? Might actually have a chance with her after all.”

You choke on your drink. Club soda burns a lot more than you’d think when it goes down the wrong way.

Vander and Silco burst out laughing as you double over, coughing violently. Sevika pats your back, barely suppressing her own laughter.

“I’m fine,” you croak out, waving her away. “I’m fine.”

Your face is hot with embarrassment, and you drop your head onto the bar, groaning.

“They must love teasing you, huh?” She jokes, sitting down next to you. 

“You have no idea,” you sigh and laugh. “Vander’s like an older brother to me and Silco—well, they say they’re just friends but I’m 98% sure they’re dating and hiding it from me.” You shrug.

Sevika quirks a brow. “You think so?”

“Oh, definitely,” you nod. “They’ll deny it till their graves, though.”

Vander had been the closest thing you had to family ever since he found you sleeping behind The Last Drop three years ago. He took you in without question, gave you a home, treated you like his own blood. You never really thought about what your life would’ve been like without him, but you’re grateful every day that you don’t have to.

Sevika sighs, resting her head on her folded arms. “Must be nice,” she murmurs. “Having someone you can trust outside of family.”

You don’t miss the quiet pain in her voice. She’s thinking about her dad again.

“You could always stay here,” you offer, the words slipping out before you can second-guess them. “You’d have to share my room, but I don’t think Vander would mind. And I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

She lifts her head and studies your face, as if trying to gauge if you’re serious. You hold her gaze, offering a small, nervous smile.

Then, suddenly, tears spill down her cheeks.

“Shit—did I say something wrong?” you ask, instantly panicking.

“No, no,” she laughs, rubbing at her face even as the tears keep falling. “I just... I didn’t think I’d ever live to see the day I got away from him.” Her voice cracks slightly, but there’s relief in it, too. She sniffles and clears her throat. “I’d love to stay with you.” Then she quickly adds, “And Vander, of course!”

You laugh at the hasty addition, and she groans, covering her face with both hands.

“Shut up,” she mutters.

“Didn’t say a word,” you grin, nudging her shoulder again. 

“Finish eating then we can figure this out with Vander, sound good?” You say. She nods and then goes back to eating. 

Once her plate is clear, you grab it along with your own and head to the kitchen. The moment you step in, you hear a groan of frustration.

Silco stands by the sink, arms crossed, glaring at the ever-growing pile of dirty dishes.

“This is getting ridiculous,” he mutters under his breath.

Taking your chance while his back is turned, you casually slide your plates onto the pile and then—

“Stray.”

Damn it.

You freeze mid-step, caught in the act.

“You’re not seriously just gonna walk out of here, are you?” Silco asks, voice dripping with amusement.

“I, uh… gotta handle something with Vander! Super important! Life or death, really,” you say, inching toward the door.

Silco raises an eyebrow. “Life or death, huh?”

“Yep! Gotta go!”

And with that, you bolt before he can rope you into dish duty.

Sevika barely suppresses a laugh as you reach her in the hallway, slightly out of breath. “Real smooth,” she teases.

“Shut up, I saved us both from dish duty,” you whisper, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward Vander’s room before Silco can come after you.

Once you reach Vander’s room, you find him at his desk going through some papers. He sees you two walk in and sets his papers down. 

“Ya need somethin’ girls?” He asks, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Before you can speak up, Sevika beats you to it.

“I’d like to stay here.”

Her voice is steady, but you can see her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. She puts her head down and avoids his gaze, nerves causing her to shake a little. You place your hand on her back, letting her know she’s okay. She takes a deep breath before continuing.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to come stay with you guys.” She says, this time locking eyes with Vander. 

For a moment, he just looks at her—really looks at her. Then, a small chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“‘Course you can, kid,” he says easily, leaning back in his chair. “Could’ve just said that from the start.”

Sevika blinks, almost as if she hadn’t expected it to be that easy. “Really?”

Vander smirks. “What, ya thought I’d throw you back out on the street?” He shakes his head. “You’ll have to share with Stray and split her chores, though.”

At that, he flicks his gaze toward you.

But instead of groaning or protesting, you gasp dramatically.

“Wait… SPLIT my chores? You mean I only have to do half of them now?” You whip around to Sevika, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Sevika, you angel, you savior!”

Sevika looks at you, completely caught off guard. “Uh—”

“You have no idea what this means to me,” you continue, shaking her lightly. “I have free time now. I might actually sleep. Do you understand?!”

Sevika chuckles, but there’s a warmth in her eyes now. “Glad I could, uh, be of service?”

Vander rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright, before you throw a damn parade, let’s focus. We’ll go over to your place in the morning and grab your stuff. For now, get some rest.”

The way he says it—like it’s already decided, like she belongs—makes Sevika exhale a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

Vander simply shoos you both toward the door. “Go on now, before I put you on dish duty with Silco.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

As you and Sevika walk down the hall, she finally speaks up. “I’ve never had someone just… say yes like that,” she admits, her voice quiet.

You nudge her shoulder. “Well, get used to it. You’re family now.”

She gives you a sideways glance, eyes slightly glassy. Then, after a moment, she smirks. “So… about these chores…”

You clasp your hands together. “Don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect system. You’ll take the worst ones.”

Her smirk falters. “Wait—what?”

You take off running. “GOODNIGHT, SEVIKA!”

Her groan echoes down the hall as she chases after you, but you can hear the laughter beneath it.

[crippling-characters-addiction]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YUNO WRITE HEADCANONS FOR MALE Y/N (femme fatale but like drag queen type deal) THAT SINGS AT THE LAST DROP AND THEN HANGS OUT WITH VANDER AND SILCO AND THEY SIMP OVER READER SO BAD AAAAAARGH AND READER PRETENDS NOT TO NOTICE BUT IS SO SMUG ABT IT MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DON'T EVEN MAKE THEM DATE AT THE END JUST MAKE IT PLAYFUL FLIRTING BETWEEN FRIENDS

-you know who I am ya bitch <3 love you

I, in fact, know who you are, my favorite asexual whore ever <3 also I imagined reader singing Chappel Roan and Lady Gaga for this so like 💅also I'm assuming young Vander and Silco since they're hanging out at the Last Drop?? yesss young Silco is so mf pretty <3

this turned out as more of a story in bullet points than headcanons but idrc

sorta suggestive stuff tw

Angel voice

The people love you. Specially the men (they do know you're not a woman, do they not?).

So you get a lot of dumbass fan letters, which you like to read with your boys (as you call them). And laugh at what other men think is cute or sexy.

The bar was closed, it was just you, Silco and Vander.

You sat down on a stool and sighed, a bunch of pieces of paper and even napkins were set on the table.

"You got these in the mail." Oh ha ha Vander is so funny.

You sighed and looked through them. "...You wanna see what they all say?"

Silco sits down next to you. "Always."

You pick one out of the bunch blindly and read out loud. "You're cute, for a boy." You roll your eyes and set it aside. "That's so fucking basic..."

Silco grabs one now and unfolds the paper. "I'd say something about rearranging the alphabet and putting 'U' and 'I' together, but I'd rather rearrange your guts." Silco laughs at the disgusted face you put on.

"I hadn't heard that one yet! Was it a good looking one, Vander?" Vander just sighs and shakes his head.

You spend a while reading all of the letters, drinks are silently served, laughter turns into cackling.

Now that you're all pretty drunk, they start to let their gazes linger. Not that you mind, you do look pretty good in pink.

Silco brushes your hand. "So... do you write all those songs?" You don't react to his hand, neither responding positively or negatively, just ignoring it. "I wish... writing is not really my thing... I'm more of a pretty face, not so much a creative."

Vander's eyes flash with either jealousy or lust when he sees Silco's hand on yours.

Again, you don't comment or react on the way he grabs your chin. "It's pretty, I'll admit..."

You smirk, acting cocky but really it was just cute to you. Silco however, grimaces just enough that you catch the bitter look in his eyes before he masks it and leans in closer to you too.

"Right? No wonder he breaks so many hearts on stage..." Silco traces a finger on your shoulder and holds his head in his other hand with his elbow on the table.

Vander scoffs. "And off it too, you've seen how people turn their heads when we walk."

You smile, smug. They keep bickering, trying to appear relaxed but they're drunk and can't really hide the way their eyes and muscles twitch in annoyance.

"Think they like his waist?" Silco stands behind you, hovering his hands around your waist.

At that movement, Vander comes out from behind the bar and stands next to you and Silco. No need to puff out his chest, he's already bigger than both of you.

"Or, it could be his legs." Vander very gently brushes your thigh with a hand, relaxing and fully laying his hand on it when you don't flinch away.

Now, Silco was fucking mad. He grabbed your waist gently at first, giving you space to push him if you didn't want to be touched, but since you smiled, he gripped you a little firmer.

"I think it's his waist." "Well maybe some of us appreciate legs more."

You hold back a laugh, hearing them bicker until you speak up. "What about my butt? Is it pretty? Do people stare?"

They turn to look at you, Vander is blushing significantly more than Silco, who smirks.

"Oh people definitely look at it..." Silco slides his hands down to your hips. Vander snaps. "Hey- you can't just cup a feel." Silco grins. "I'm not even touching his butt." "But you want to, don't you?" Silco's smug expression falters for a second before he tells you to stand up.

When you stand up, Silco places his hands on your ass. You don't move away but you laugh. Vander glares at Silco. "Oh very funny, Silco..."

"Oh Vander, don't be dramatic, you can touch me too." Vander blushes but walks up to you and grips your waist. You feel how different their hands are.

Silco's hands are smaller, his fingers more delicate and long. Vander's hands are as big as you'd expect them to be for someone his size, his fingers are thicker, calloused, you can tell who does all the work in the mines.

You can feel they're glaring at each other over your shoulder.

"Oh will you two quit it?" They seem to snap out of the trance once you call them out. They grumble, Silco pressed his cheek against your shoulderblade and Vander nuzzled into your hair like the most overgrown cat ever.

You smile softly. You love these dumbasses.

[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

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

This tour is designed to provide those who need it with a complete map of the Last Drop, as well as to help me (and anyone reading my fanfiction, Everytime it Rains) clearly envision the spaces while reading. This tour is incredibly detailed, and I’ll explain both the location and what you’re looking at. Let’s just say I’ll be your personal tour guide! Enjoy!

↠FIRST PART, THE BAR

Let’s start with the entrance! The door is massive, asymmetrical in true Zaun style, made of stained glass and steel. To the right of the door is the Last Drop’s electric meter, while on the left stands the iconic, battered jukebox. In these photos, it looks especially worse for wear because they were taken after the fight between Vi and Sevika.

And we can finally turn around to take in the Last Drop in its entirety! For accuracy, I’ve included both a screenshot from “Jinx Fixes Everything” and an image from Nikolai Lebedev’s ArtStation portfolio.

There are about four fairly large round tables scattered across the central area of the room. The floor is herringbone wood, and the lighting is spread out. While I didn’t take the photos myself, the LED lights are dispersed across the ceiling. On the second floor, you can still spot a yellowish-greenish sign featuring the Last Drop’s symbol, and the “columns” are adorned with blue lights.

If you’re looking for warm lighting, the yellow neon lights and the ones behind the bar are switched on; the cooler lights are positioned along the side walls of the venue.

Before moving on to show you what’s around the main rectangle, I’d like to point out that the staircase to the left of the bar leads to the upper floor. Next to it is a small corridor that takes you to arcade machines and the pool table seen in several scenes.

"What’s on the sides of the rectangle? What do you mean?"

Yeah, I wasn’t sure how else to describe it, but while the public and chaotic section where people dance is the central rectangle, to the right and left of that area are two booths on each side. These booths have fixed tables and heavy curtains that can be closed to ensure maximum privacy.

This is where customers strike deals—we see it in Act 1 when the two Bilgewater pirates threaten Huck. Since the Last Drop came under Silco’s control, the first booth now displays pictures of him (and two other chembarons, though theirs are small and insignificant), commemorating the venue’s inauguration.

So, if you’re looking for privacy, this is the perfect spot.

But follow me—before I take you to Silco’s office, I’ll bring you to another place I’m sure none of you expected to see. Through the door to the right of the bar, there’s a small flat area, perfect for storing spare drinks, followed by a long staircase leading down. But first, we need to grab the key. Silco cared deeply about keeping this place intact, so it’s been locked up the entire time. In the meantime, take a look at the bar!

The key is nailed to one of the planks of the bar—it was necessary to stop here to retrieve it. But let’s not dawdle, down we go!

I know you’d never have guessed, but Silco was an extremely sentimental person. He decided not to touch the little room where Vander and his kids used to live. Instead, he locked it up and let it remain "sacred" in its own way. The room is very small and packed with stuff, so it’s hard to move around. You’ll have to settle for a quick glimpse. Let me jog your memory by reminding you that when Vander talks to Vi and sends Mylo and Claggor out of the room, the staircase Claggor sits on is the same one we just came down.

What do you say—shall we head back up? Taking the staircase on the left side of the bar, we arrive at the upper floor! At first glance, it’s just a mezzanine, as it aligns with the "public" rectangle of the bar below. To the left of the stairs, we have Silco’s office, which I’ll show you in detail another time. Over there, where you now see the barrels, is where, in my story, there’s a door leading to the upstairs area—currently Vander and the kids’ home. That door gets covered during event nights to prevent any troublemakers from wandering into their house. On the right, we have the DJ’s console and more tables for those who’d rather enjoy their drinks in peace than join the dance floor.

The reason I suggest you take a break and grab a drink before entering Silco's office is that there's really a lot to see. Here you’ll find my Masterlist, which includes both Part 1 and Part 2 of the tour.

[theoldgaylion]

Summary: Destiny was really testing Silco's patience that day. First, Vander called him in a way he hadn’t for years. Then, Powder's new teacher mistook him for her dad.

Some confrontation with his… associate? Friend? The man who shared Felicia and Connell's daughters custody with? was due.

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There you go with another Vanco 🙇🏻‍♂️ I had so much fun writing this one heh

[e-e-marie]

Instigator(s)

Ship: Silco/Vander. Tags: Pre-canon to canon AU. A love story over twenty-five years. No romance prior to canon era. Plenty of repression, denial, and secret yearning.

Instigator(s): Noun. A person (or persons) who causes something to happen, who provokes an action, who stirs up feelings especially of discontent. Synonyms: firebrand, provoker, ringleader, mastermind. — “So, if Zaun is a bird trapped underground, what does that make Piltover? A worm desperate to fly?” Vander barks a laugh. “Yeah, maybe. If it’s so desperate, it should just let the bird eat it. A worm’s not getting off the ground on its own.” — Vander rescues a sharp-tongued boy trapped by a cave-in. Then he helps Silco bring the Mount Kiramman Mine to its knees. What is love after heartbreak and rage, after betrayal, fear and hatred? Sometimes it’s still love.

Chapter 1 on AO3: A dangerous man.

[constantfragmentation]

I love the latest chapter of Iron&Glass.

Sweet Dad Silco gets me every. damn. time.

I love.love.love Reader and reading it in Silco's pov. Their whole first meeting and the whole scene where she gets her first shower in a long time. omg. and he goes into full protective brother mode but maybe has a crush growing on her, a little possessiveness showing.

He really likes she admires him. So, it's going to be interesting how his relationship with Vander is going to go.

The parallels are really good too. He sees her qualities in Jinx. He's in a toxic relationship with Vander that he doesn't control so it seems right he would be controlling with Reader instead.

It feels like he's not sure what to do with her. There are some feelings coming and I think it's going to fuck him up.

You hit the nail on the head, indeed. It's going to fuck him up.

I wanted Vander to be in control of their relationship. Silco always admired him, wants to be him and now he's the 'secret' lover. But it's growing old.

I like to think Silco has never had a serious relationship except Vander, where emotions are involved. Yeah, he's had one-nighters but it's just sex.

With Reader, he's in control and he's finding he likes that. A LOT. It's on his terms. He just underestimates her feelings and his own suppressed feelings. He's kind of learned from Vander on how to treat a lover.

Being bisexual, I wanted to play in this area too. It can be difficult going from female to male relationships. You can be conflicted on your identity as far as sexuality. I see that in Silco. He likes both but as of now, he's more emotionally invested in Vander for many reasons. Cracks are showing though and they'll continue to grow bigger.

They're already having issues before Reader arrives. It opens up for them to have a fond friendship and Silco starts finding all the things he admired in Vander, she admires in HIM. That's some cocaine for the brain. In the first chapter she's telling him how smart he is and how he should be taking more control because clearly he's the brains in this group.

There is a divergence happening in how Silco sees managing the Lanes and the bigger idea of a full on revolution and this is where Vander starts to waver. He's had control of Silco for awhile and let it slip. Reigning him back in will be harder now that he is finding his own voice.

I wanted to blend Reader into how Silco perceives women and how he sees young Jinx. His protective side comes out. He remembers when he was like that for Reader and how it all went to hell, so he wants to fix that this time around.

I want to play with parallels of Silco/Vander , Silco/Reader and Reader/Jinx (non-sexual or romantic. Silco only views Jinx as a daughter)

There's kind of a triple betrayal on the horizon. Reader's attempt to build Silco up and pull him away backfires, she learns some not so good news on two accounts and hides one from Silco, by the time the other rolls around it's too late.

Vander's not an idiot. He starts to see things change. He didn't care about Silco's one-nighters because he always 'came home' to him in the end but with Reader, something is different and it becomes a tug of war on Silco. Who does he trust? Who does he believe? And who just deceived the shit out of him.

It will get very ugly prior to the attempted murder.

By the time Reader and Silco meet in present time.... the audience will know exactly what happened that tore everyone apart, and what Reader DOESN'T know about Silco until actually sees him again. It will be a shock to her. Will she realize the truth before it's too late?

That's what I'm hoping for.

I love writing unhealthy relationships. IRL, I wouldn't want one but they're hella dramatic to play with in fiction.

I wanted to show Readers loyalty to Silco. A friendship turning into more but its complicated. Unrequited love? I wanted to show her as scrappy, smart and independent at first but finding a lost soul in Silco and attaches to that (kind of like Jinx) because she has no one else. So when she starts to fall apart, Silco is literally "dude wtf ?Why are you a mess now?" because he expects her to be logical like him and doesn't realizes she harbours serious emotions for him.

Silco processing his emotions is a juggernut in itself. The man holds grudges until the time of fucking time. He has serious trust issues. He emotionally closes himself off out of fear of abandonment and hurt. He can't handle disloyalty or lies.

He knows when he's wronged someone but him apologizing for shit? Oh boy.

I love playing with his character because there is SO MUCH to work with. Silco is so damn complicated that you can take him in multiple directions.

Of course, me being long-winded as fuck when I'm talking about something I like.

I just need to learn to say: thank you! I appreciate it! Thanks for reading but my fucking brainrot says otherwise.