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Day 31: The Last Drop
past and present
Found this on pinterest, thought it related 💀
Leave my baby butch ass alone I just wanted to be like my dad 😭💀
A.K.A. VI AND VANDER
GUYS GUYS GAIDNAKDNAKDNAKD GUYYYYSSSS AIDNAODNAKDNAJDN MY FAMILY, MY DEAR FAMILY IS HERE LOOK AT THEM!!!! JELLYBEAN, I LOVE YOU. I LOVEEEEE YOU AND YOUR ART AORNWKDNN IM SO HAPPY EVERYONE GO GO GO SUPPORT GO MY SCARABS, I EXPECT 100+ NOTES ASAP!!!!!
Recreated Zaun Family Photo
Heyyyy I’m backkkkk :))) @saltyorio said I should drop this like the biggest bomb!! So here you go!! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOM!
Here’s my take if the zaun family decides to remake the photo from when they were kids. Now they’re all grown up 🥹
P.S. I’ve been getting tagged and asked by lots of you! I will respond to all! :D Missed yall
In case you don’t know what photo i’m talking about, this is the artwork (not mine, i linked the source) i’m referring to:
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
LINK TO CHAPTER SIX
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
CHAPTER FIVE - link here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
CHAPTER FOUR - link here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
CHAPTER THREE - link here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
CHAPTER TWO- link’s here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
excellent point!
i think it was such an important statement that vi was so consistently one of the only people who decidedly held onto jinx’s humanity. even if jinx wouldn’t, vi refused to give up on her. and, i think some people forget that part a little too easily.
and this moment in specific, you’re so right, because that belief had been slipping. (and i find it insulting that people don’t remember HOW FAR jinx had to go for vi to try and stop her)
and you worded it so well, because i was also held up on how much the painting doesn’t actually look like jinx. a part of me thought it looked more like powder.
vi came out of stillwater with only powder still alive in her head. then, it was cait and piltover’s villainous version. and then, she had this moment to consider that maybe both versions of her sister were still there. was jinx a good person? no, she’s an answer to the impossible equation of war and trauma. was she a monster? never in violet’s eyes.
she has always been the smart girl striving to prove herself.
something so raw about siblings, is that you love them even if they’ve made awful mistakes. you still want to protect them, because they’re a part of you. but, how do you protect that urge when people are dead?
i LOVE their sisterly relationship. no matter how dirty and warped it is. i love that, no matter what, they truly had each other’s backs when it mattered. even if one was out of the loop, the other was still looking out for her.
why can’t i just have them in one universe where they’re both happy and pranking each other??? 😭 why must they be so doomed!!
i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️
a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.
and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.
personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.
i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.
she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.
i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.
i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.
vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.
lol
sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.
she’s so imperfect and i love her.
link’s here
@ali-kaaaay @riotroast @littlemeangreen
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
i saw a post with this scene the other day. ⬆️
a lot of people had commented this and that about their depictions of vi being jealous and shocked that jinx was up there with vander instead of herself.
and (as a troubled eldest daughter myself) that broke my heart a bit. although, i think it is realistic for vi to have shown a moment of vulnerability with the audience and then be ripped to pieces by individuals declaring it resentment and selfishness. no shade.
personally, i latched onto that tiny moment where her face falls. the animation of such a flicker of something akin to disappointment is astonishing.
i do think she’s seeing the mural for what it’s lacking. because it is lacking her. but, i think it has more to do with the fact that jinx and vander are there, but she’s not with them. not even necessarily including the political context. just the fact that even a random painting on a random wall lacked her presence just as much as real life.
she should have been right next to her little sister, but she wasn’t. she had both lost that choice, and then made the wrong one.
i can’t help but wonder if the years of being an imprisoned child so incredibly scared that she’d never get another chance for see her sister flashed before her eyes.
i think that mural shackled her to the fact that her world had continued on without her. and she wasn’t needed around to make it function anymore.
vander and their parents’ deaths had instilled in her that her sole purpose was to keep the earth spinning and to keep jinx safe. but, in the end, jinx had adapted. vi hadn’t.
lol
sorry for ranting! i could be entirely wrong, don’t take this to heart. it’s just what i took in and reflected on, and i wanted to share my thoughts. i find it so strangely comforting to see an oldest daughter go through so many punches and such heavy emotional strain and still keep her head up.
she’s so imperfect and i love her.
zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.
something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.
after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.
and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.
but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.
here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.
because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.
so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.
au were silco finds out vi is still alive. much earlier than in canon. and then having vulnerable feelings ensue) sorry silco. :(
here’s a teeny dabble on it while i think about how to go about it:
Silco didn’t make it a habit to travel Topside. He preferred the damp shadows of Zaun. And besides, a step in Piltover meant an immediate risk to his entire means. Which had been proven easily enough when he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Although he covered his bases, and he wasn’t dense, incidents occurred. In addition to the fact that he was unfortunately, still very human, and the bridge of the nation’s boarder made his head swim and his eye ache terribly. He’d ignore the pang of hurt that continued to hit him in the chest until the day he died. Possibly even longer.
Stillwater was probably the closest thing a convicted Piltie would get to living in Zaun. Enforcers at every corner, barely enough food, and enough back-talk to fill the Pilt River. It made him miss work in the mines. Where the labor was absolute shit, but the people kept you coming back. He’d leave with enough pain in his body to knock out an elephant, but with Vander’s arm keeping him warm and Felica’s sass reminding him to laugh. Back when it had all been worth it, without a doubt. Blisters and bedrock.
It was no matter to him either way now, Marcus would correct his people’s error. If he knew what was good for him and his naive child. Silco knew himself, and his people knew him almost good enough. There was a tight deadline ticking away the second the puny rookie with black hair had strapped his wrists. In the mean time, Stillwater was tolerable. Besides the florescent lights that burned his damaged eye.
A flash of magenta made him halt in front of the guard behind him. His shackles clanged as he took a step back.
She almost looked like her mother. Almost. Jinx was a closer resemblance. Violet held a wrath that seemed to seep from her bones, her eyes hardened with so much determination and attentiveness that it made him weary.
What truly made him stumble, was the way she held herself. The slightest slouch, making herself look smaller than she was. Her fists were wrapped by stained scraps of white fabric. They were clenched, making the linen taut around her swollen knuckles. And, by the way a few of the men around her slithered away, she had earned a level of rightful hierarchy inside.
Worst of all, Silco snapped his jaw shut, was the fact that she was so much like him. Like Vander. He didn’t need to venture towards her to know. He knew it by the way she stewed by herself while everyone else gathered in pairs and groups. How her lips twisted upon noticing him. Even the flicker of hope that crossed like a bullet.
A hopelessly lonely soul. Two peas in a pod.
Vander had been alone, before any one of their group had drawn together. He had been alone, and he had stewed. He lived by his brute strength and bravery, and Vi was following all the same footsteps. Like a child in thick snowbanks.
He almost pitied her. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that it was more of a mourning. Of what their lives could have consisted of. If everything hadn’t gone sideways.
The moment was broken when a rounded baton poked him sharply in his spine, “Move.” He glowered. But, he did adhere to the rookie’s insolence. Vi was spinning her food tray around in circles on the table, eyes dark with murderous intent.
The blue of her eyes made him miss Connol, who had always managed to keep their chaos barred. Unfortunately, Vi didn’t seem to even vaguely carry such a patience from her biological father.
She really was Vander’s girl. Fitting.
He felt eyes on the back of head even after he was locked away behind four stone walls and an iron door. She had stuck to him like an oil residue, and he felt dreadful at the realization.
He reflected on the discovery of her life. Knowing he wouldn’t allow himself once his current mess was in the process of being cleaned up, there would be too much to be done after such a discovery. With Violet alive, there were bridges left unburned. And he would have to figure a way to either bury the hatchet, or find a match to strike.
If he could handle disposing of the one person he’d loved and trusted the most, he could deal with just another byproduct. He stared at one of the little glints of light through the cracks of the door.
But, as he was all by his lonesome in a frigid box, his mind wandered to Vander. And, against his will, he mourned some more.
Just some head canons I have for Vander from Arcane
• Vander absolutley has a sweet tooth. He loves choclate, cake, biscuits, just everything that is sweet. (He loves his partner even more if they're baker)
• Vander has strange little habbits; always locking the door at night, always reading before bed, having a specific spoon he uses for his tee, humming the same melody while cleaning his bar and it's always the same one, letting the tee bag sit for a minute longer, letting the tee cool down and drinking it when it reached a specific temperatur (he's got a feeling for it by now), making the dad pose when watching his children.
• Vander is the kind of man who is dominant in a non- sexual way like holding doors open, having an arm around your waist, helping you taking/putting your jacket off/on, gently guiding you, explaining things without making you feel dumb, just these kind of things.
• Vander drinks tee. You can't drink alcohol all day long and he knows that. So his go-to drink is tee. I think he's the bitter type of tee drinker (contrary to his sweet tooth) but if he feels like it, a fruity tee is also good.
• Vander absolutely loves domestic life. He always wanted children and a wife/husband.
• If a stranger tried hitting on you, Vander would frown and tell them to stay away from you. He protects what's his.
• I like to imagine that he got The Last Drop from his father. I don't mean biological but from a father figure.
• Vander's dad left his mother when he was like two, maybe even younger. But somehow he got a father figure, maybe his mother's new partner, an uncle or whatever.
• This man knows how to handle bratty woman. I mean look at Violet, Powder and their mom. Yea, they're his children and best friend but he still can handle the bratiness.
• The first time he met Silco, they hated each other because Vander made fun of Silco. Trough some other boy they didn't like, they got friends. Best friends.
My first actual post here. Please don't expect too much diversity in the vocabulary. It's one of the first times I write completly in English, since it's not my first language.
Vander × gn!reader
Notes: use of ass and breast/boobs (a man's chest can be called boobs too, you can't convince me otherwise) , fluff, kissing, suggestive themes: fingering, blow job
The warm and familiar smell of The Last Drop embraced you like a hug. Children laughter interrupted the silence. Your gaze fell on a little girl with blue hair. She giggled and ran from a sturdy big man, trying to hide behind your legs as she shouted your name.
"Help! Vander doesn't love me anymore!" Powder whined and clinged to your hip. "I'm sure he does, Pow." You smiled down at her. The tall man simply laughed before he picked the girl by her legs and threw he over his shoulder. "I never said that" He huffed. Powder tried to wiggle out of his grip but Vander's grip didn't loose. "You did!", she retorted. "You said I have to go to bed!"
A laughter slipped from your lips. "Well, that's actually not the same, Powder." The girl gasped and stared at you, betrayed and her mouth open. "How can you say this? I thought you liked me!"
You giggled and followed them downstairs to her bedroom, in which Vi was already asleep. "I do like you" "Yes, she does," Vander dropped her on the bed. "But she loves me, that counts more" A smug grin spreaded across his face.
With an eyeroll, you slapped him softly on the chest. Then you kneeled beside Powder. "Don't listen to him. I love you and your sister just as I love him. Just in a different way" You smiled.
Powder stared at you with big eyes. "What does that mean?" "Well," You chuckled. "I love you and Violet like a mother loves their children and I love Vander like a wife loves their husband." For a moment you could see the gears in her head turn before she nodded. "That sounds nice." A yawn left her lips and you smiled. "Sleep now, Pow."
After you ensured that Powder was alseep, Vander and you went upstairs again and getting the pub ready for the night.
•••
"Do you really love them like that?", Vander suddenly asked. With a confused expression, you looked up from the glasses you had cleaned. "Of course I do, Vander. They like my own children." His eyes softend and a faint hint of a smile showed.
Vander bit his lip and suddenly his cheeks flushed pink. The strong, big Vander who could snap somones neck with just his pinky, blushed.
But why?
"You okay, Van?" You asked worried. "Uh y-yes" He stuttered. Stuttered. Something was off. He seemed ... nervous. The fucking Hellhound was nervous! "I uh ... d-did you mean that other thing too? T-that you love me like a husband?" The blush on his cheeks deepend. For a moment all you can do was just stare at him before a laugh escaped your throat and you started wheezing.
It was hilarious for you that Vander, the Hellhound himself, was nervous because of something like this. Vander's face was burning red for a moment, then pale. "J-just forget it. It's dumb.", he mumbled.
It took a moment for you to go back to normal. With a bright grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Of course I love you, Vander. Otherwise I wouldn't do this shit and care for the kids. You're my everything, darling." "Really?", his eyes brightend but his expression was still sheepish. "You mean like you told Powder, l-like husband and ... you know?" "Yes, definitly." You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss on his lips but before you could pull away again, one of his hands wrapped around your neck and held you there.
He deepend the kiss, a small smile on his lips. "I love you, my angel." Voice hoarse and quiet, soft. Now you smiled against his lips. "I love you too, darling." For the next minutes all Vander did, was holding you against his chest. Yet, his hand began to wander across your body. One of the big paws grabbed a handfull of your ass, the other spread over the side of your torso, right under your chest. His fingers gently carassed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"You know, I quite like it so.", he whispered in your hair. You quietly chuckled. "You already said that last night." "Really? Well, all I could hear was your whimpering while I was knuckles deep in you. Pretty sounds you made." Red flushed over your cheeks and ears. "Shut up. You were whimpering too, when I gave you head." His chest erupted with laughter. "Well, how could I not. 've rarley had such a good blow job."
Your cheeks only flushed deeper at that and you burried your face between his boobs. "I hate you." "You love me, angel." That is true. You love him with all you are. Every rights and wrongs Vander has. Every imperfection, every dumb habit and every part of his body and soul.
You love him
You love him
You love him
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
Ok so I know everyone has already said that Isha is the perfect combo of Powder, Milo and Claggor (face, hair, goggles) but what I haven't seen anyone else mention is the fact that on top of all this, when Vi sees her, she is staring up at an enforcer with the same burning hatred Vi herself used to possess. In that moment Vi is seeing not just her old family, but her old self.
Honestly, just scrolling through TikTok, saw the template and thought “what the hell” 😂
Eventually Together // Vander x Reader
Request: Ooooo, Benzo tells Vander “If you don’t make a move on Reader, I will.” Vander can’t tell if he is bluffing or not lol. + I love the idea of the kids picking on Vander cuz he has a crush on reader. Maybe even does the “Why are you acting weird?” While reader is at the bar. “Oooooooo Vander likes her.” Ugh so cute.
Requested by: Anon, and Anon
Summary: One slowburn fic, mostly detailing the actions of Vander’s family upon discovering he has fallen for you.
Warnings: None, I don’t think
Words: 10.4K
Notes: This is the longest thing I have ever written. It’s somewhat a slowburn. Enjoy. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!
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Like most days during the week, business at The Last Drop had been somewhat slow – steady but slow. It had been enough to bring in profit to pay the bills and clear the ledgers, but it hadn’t been enough to keep Vander’s mind occupied. His mind kept wandering away from the tasks had been provided with by his patrons, and to you. A mysterious new face that had started appearing more and more frequently amongst the faces of more regular patrons, not that he would complain about that. You were a nice sight – especially when he was having a rough evening. In some ways, you calmed him – your mere sight alone just made him… Relax. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the effect, or the warmth that spread through his chest when you came up to order drinks, the smile that started to occupy his face more and more as your number of interactions increased. You had been coming for something near three weeks now, almost every other day. Vander knew that your primary reason for visiting the establishment was for drinks, business or both, like everybody else, but part of him wanted to believe that it was for him, too, for his brief amount of company. Though the rational side of him tried to dismiss this – there was little point in trying to give hope to someone like him, when there was none. There was no need to disturb the status quo, or to change things from the way they were. Though, Vander supposed, in some senses, he was lonely. Of course he had his four children, and they could indeed keep him company through long and restless nights, by distracting one another by talk of imaginary chases or dreams – but as much as Vander adored spending time with his children, there were other areas of his life that had sat long neglected, almost forgotten. Parts that, he vaguely hoped, you would be able to help him tend to – if he were able to strike up any kind of conversation with you.
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