#vander headcanons

[whoreforsexymen]

Vander 🫗 | SMUT Headcanons

Pairings: Vander x Reader, Dom!Vander x Reader

Rating: NSFW!! 18+, MDNI ! You WILL be blocked.

Pronouns: She/Her + Female Anatomy Descriptions

Word Count: 898

Tags: DaddyDom!Vander, Spit play, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Crawling, Thigh Riding, Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Size Difference, Etc.

Notes: Just some spicy Headcanons for our big, old, husky, bearded barman 🤍 as well as some for a darker version of our big teddy bear dad 🤍

- Vander is completely enchanted by your lips. Every chance he gets, especially when he cradles your face in his hands, he can’t resist the urge to brush his thumb over them, savoring their softness. It’s also no wonder how primal it makes him feel considering how your own natural instinct is to suck the skin of his thumb gently. Every. Single. Time.

- He can’t help but prod at them until you let him breach the surface. You’re always so hungry for a taste of him, no matter if it’s his cock or his fingers. Always so insatiable, and deeply unsatisfied until moments like these when you’re greedily swirling your tongue around his finger.

- He never wastes time in hooking his thumb into your mouth, toying with making you and your tongue slave to find it. The slickness of your saliva and the sounds that follow are nothing short of immaculate, a perfect blend of neediness and yearning that leave him desperately smitten.

- The way you whimper, and the way your thighs grind together to ease the tension and aching in your clit drives him to the brink—the sounds unraveling him, each one igniting the flames of his own aches.

- He wants nothing more than to switch his fingers out for his cock— but unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to hear you as well. His fingers are slim enough to let the noise pass over them, but his cock would be a different story.

- Vander is a gentle lover by nature, but— like any part of nature, he has his more unpredictable moments. His ‘natural disasters’ or sorts. Though—you wouldn’t necessarily call them ‘disasters’.

- Just as easily as it is for him to spend hours tenderly ramming his cock into you, during more ferocious, needy moments, he’ll waste no time in fucking you senseless. Despite it mainly happening every blue moon, he knew when you needed it like this, and he knew that you’d be willing to take it on the days he needed it like this.

- You both have happily accepted that he’s a man with a wild side to be nurtured every now and then. And you’re so good at nurturing it for him. When laying in bed, he’s started fucking you from behind, quickly losing his patience for tenderness. He’s sat upright against the headboard, and pulled you on top of him, all without ever disconnecting from you for even a moment.

- With your back pressed to his chest, he cups under your knees, almost folding you in half from the way he gripped and pulled them back- as he started slamming his hips at a merciless pace. The angle had you practically foaming at the mouth, considering—with his given strength—he uses minimal effort to bounce you up and down to meet the way he was snapping his hips up into you. The way your ass bounced on his legs is a sight that constantly makes his dick twitch when he thinks back to it.

- The screams you could never bother to try stifling almost kept him up at night sometimes. Too many times have the recollections made him overfill a pint or two behind the bar counter, earning questioning glances from bar patrons. He can’t always help the way his mind wanders when he has you to ravish every night.

- Vander often says things like:

“C’mon Angel— Look at me while you suck my cock dry. I wanna see those pretty little eyes of yours.”

“That’s it— Attagirl. Atta-fuckin’-girl.”

Dom!Vander HC’s

- Will make you kneel on the ground, mouth wide open, pussy dripping, and leave you like that. He’d tell you that you weren’t allowed to swallow your spit. He’d then pull up a chair and sit in front of you, despicably far, and just watch you. He’d wait until your shirt became transparent from how much drool had fallen on it. Then—only then, would he speak.

- “Crawl…” he commands.

- You obey. You crawl to him, almost desperately quick, until you stop at his boots. He’d be tempted to make you grind on them, but he prefers his thighs for that.

- You crawl onto him, straddling one of his massive thighs.

- Just a few minutes into him making you grind yourself down on it, his blue jeans are just as soaked as your shirt.

- “Attagirl.” He’d coo as he’d start guiding your hips for you with his hands. It’s your fault if you think he’s going to let you cum anytime soon, though.

- When he halts all movement once you’re practically falling off the edge of your orgasm, he’d tut at you when you keep trying to desperately find the friction again.

- “Don’t you fight me.” He’d snap as you greedily tried to chase your orgasm, thrashing your hips around against his grip.

- He’d pull your hair and make you look at him, his other hand holding your jaw with contempt.

- Denial was his virtue. He won’t let you cum until you’re crying and begging for mercy.

- “Cry for me, Angel.” He’d command, needing to see the tears in your eyes while you begged for release.

- When you’d get too embarrassed to do so, he’d grip your face tighter.

- “Let. Me. Hear. You.” So you do. You let it out.

- And then—only then, will he slip his thick fingers in you.

- “Excellent. Such a good girl. Now. Get yourself off on daddy’s fingers, yeah?” He’d purr.

[honeydazai]

₊˚⊹♡ how they express their love for you

feat.: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Sevika

notes: the same prompt has also been written before by my beloved @moonlight-in-the-sea here!! observe it or perish.

VIKTOR, all scepticism and sharp edges, raised eyebrows and discontent twitches of his lip when it comes to interacting with most people, has long learned to be open and honest with you. It's been a bit of a work in progress, the two of you growing closer over time, a natural development, but it's certainly paid out — his open expression and warm smile whenever he's with you makes your chest feel tight with affection, as does the fact that he has let his guards down completely, discussing just about every topic with you, ranging from the kinks of new inventions he still had to figure out, to gossip about the councillors. His humour blooms around you and Jayce, becoming one of his most noticeable traits.

It's no secret that he's working more often than not, that he's eating and sleeping in the lab whenever you don't put a stop to it, but, as you grow closer, he makes sure to split his attention between his two greatest passions; you, and his work. It shows in multiple ways, either through him inviting you to come along and watch, proudly introducing the new hextech inventions to you, eyes shining brighter than blue stones, or him actually taking half a day off to spend with you instead, taking you out to explore Piltover's little shops or simply staying at home with you, all domestic bliss.

It's strikingly obvious to both you, and to everyone around you, that JAYCE is especially fond of you, given how much he's touching you. They're all innocent gestures, like his huge hand resting on your upper arm, or on the small of your back when the two of you walk next to each other, or the warm hug he pulls you into when seeing you for the first time that day, strong arms inescapable, but it happens too often to be a coincidence. Whether he himself knows he's doing it is debatable — your best guess is that it comes so naturally to him that he barely even notices.

He's surprisingly attentive when it comes to your wellbeing — it shows in him always having a blanket on hand, or him giving you his jacket, when you're cold, in him asking if you've eaten already and keeping foods you like around.

His family's work is forging, and even though he's not quite as used to working on something this delicate, he does extraordinarily well when it comes to making you jewellery, working every night until there's no flaws to be detected. He also asks Mel or Viktor — Mel, preferably; subtlety is more her strength — to figure out what kind of gemstones you prefer to use those in the design.

SILCO is a man who values privacy — and yet, he has no issue with you constantly hanging around his office. Really, he's weak enough for you that he might attempt to scold you when you sit on his desk, pushing important documents to the side, or even on his lap while he's working, claiming your rightful place, arms looped around his neck, but his words never come off as truly strict, tone exasperated, but he'd never do anything against it. At this point, his office is as much your space as it is his, given how your belongings lie around everywhere — your lipgloss on his desk, your spare jacket on his wall, your favourite snacks secretly stocked in his drawers.

He's strikingly loyal, never even looking twice at someone else, given how he can only see himself being with you. Silco's always thinking of you, which shows not only in the way he brings you small gifts and trinkets — not unlike a crow — whenever he has to traverse the Undercity, but also through him wanting to keep your relationship a secret. It's most likely a sensitive topic, because he doesn't want you to think he's ashamed of you, never, but he's an influential man, and he just cannot stand the idea of someone harming you because of your connection to him. He's terrified of losing you.

VANDER is caring by nature, it shows in the way he protects his children and friends, his loved ones, his people. Still, with you, it's all the more obvious. Whenever you make your way to the bar, spending nights and early mornings at The Last Drop, he has your favourite drink already poured for you, including any modifications and snacks you like. In his mind, there's a whole section of facts about you, including your favourite positions to sleep in, your most beloved outfits, and the food you always ask for at the street vendor the two of you usually visit, and he couldn't stop himself from constantly gaining more information about what you like and dislike if he tried.

He's fond of physical affection, both strong arms wrapped around your waist when the two of you are sleeping, or the large of his hand splayed out on your lower back when he's guiding you through the crowds gathering in the bar. Not only does he simply enjoy touching you, the person he loves so very close to him, but he also wants to know you're safe at all times — if any stranger approaches you, setting you on edge, he's right there by your side. At night, he might cling to you a bit more tightly than usual when he's had bad thoughts of losing you the day long.

SEVIKA is entirely smitten by you. It's obvious enough that some of her colleagues comment on it, laughing and jeering at the heart-eyes she gives you whenever you walk by, gaze lingering for way too long, roaming over the curves of your hip and the way your hair moves in the wind. She's not bothered by anyone poking fun at her; yeah, she's heads over heels for you. So what?

She also really enjoys listening to you talk. After a hard day of work, there's nothing more relaxing to her than simply focusing on you, on your voice, on the peculiar way you pronounce certain words, and when she rests her head in your lap, your fingers gently threading through her hair, she just wants you to ramble about whatever comes to your mind.

Compared to Vander, her protection of you is mostly verbal — though that does not mean she wouldn't punch a guy until he's coughing blood if he looked at you the wrong way. Still, she's influential, imposing enough with just a raised eyebrow and a warning word for almost anyone to turn, tail between their legs, when they're staring at you for even a moment too long.

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[angelltheninth]

Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Steb, Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, and Ekko would react to his female s/o wearing his clothes please?

One of the most cute and domestic things ever. And one of my favorite things ro write.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic bliss, kissing, blushing, sharing clothes, teasing, public display of affection, being flustered, size difference

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A/N: If I ever got into a relationship I would 100% be the clothes stealer. That is not a threat, that is a promise. Please enjoy, comment, reblog, all that good stuff!

Viktor never thought his clothes was worth stealing honestly, he dresses pretty plainly and academically, so when he saw you taking one of his vests he was a little surprised. Very surprised actually, so much so that he commened on that being his, he thought you might have grabbed the wrong one in your groggy, tired state in the morning. As soon as he saw the teasing smirk as you pulled and buttoned his vest up he realized it wasn't a mistake. The most obvious blush was plastered all over his face as you walked into the lab, hand in hand, but you actually feel rather proud of yourself.

Jayce gets biggest, warmest smile dawns on his face when he sees you wearing one of his shirts to bed. It reaches past your thighs, it hangs off your shoulders, the sleeves are too long for you, it looks baggy on your frame. He pulls you in and runs his hands across your soft, supple thighs, tapping against the bite and kiss marks he knows he left there the night before and is clearly proud of and if you wear his clothes to bed every night he will be adding to those marks. When you try to remove his shirt he stops you, actually you should sleep in it from now it, you look very cozy and very cute wearing his shirt.

Ekko doesn't comment on it at first, he waits for you to bring it up but it's been going on for weeks now. Every time his smile gets bigger, he shakes his head when he sees you trying to be sneaky about it because you really can't pretend you're not stealing his shirts or overalls. And yet you do, you act like you don't know that he knows so when he slips his hands into the back pockets and pulls you in for a kiss you can act like you never saw that coming. There's a reason he never commented on you wearing his clothes, he thinks it looks too good on you to ever think about complaining about it.

Vander gives a lot of his clothes to his kids and them taking his clothes is normal for him but he never expected that you would also take one of his shirts. You took one of his favorite ones too, one that he wore quite often and everyone knew it as his shirt. So when you walked out and did your job while wearing it everyone turned to him and grinned knowingly, they all know that you're his girlfriend, he would never hide that but he never thought you'd flaunt it in front of everyone. When he gets a different shirt that becomes his new favorite, and you will not take that one, you can match, like a couple.

Silco sees you wearing his signature coat and his first instinct is to tell you to give it back but then he notices that it doesn't look too bad on you, and if he could he would let you have it. Unfortunately that is his absolute favorite coat, his signature coat, so he can't really let you have it. But he can let you wear it when on ocassion, or he will put it over your shoulders on colder nights when the two of you walk to his place from his office, but you really should ask before you take his stuff. He's had to many stuff vanish because of Jinx, he doesn't want his girlfriend, someday his wife, enabling her further.

Steb immediately turns around to get a better look at you when you walk by him wearing his shirt and his pants, while looking all sleepy. He pulls you towards him and kisses your cheek, making you smile and tugging on the shirt you're wearing, then on the waistband of the pants. Don't get him wrong, you look great in his clothes, but at the same time you can't expect him to go to work and be able to think about anything except for how cute you look in his clothes, this will get in the way of his focus today for sure. Maybe he will be able to focus better if you give him a few more kisses, so he can think about those instead.

[parvulous-writings]

Could I request dating headcanons for Viktor, Jayce, Vander, Silco, and Ekko with gn s/o? - Fluff anon P S. Please delete the first one because I forgot to put my name 🤣

Warnings: None, I don't think! Just fluff :3

Notes: Thank you, once again, fluff anon!! Was very fun getting to write a couple of these, as I've not written for a few of them before! :3 My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Viktor

- Viktor doesn’t always “have time” for personal affections outside of the laboratory - he tries his best, but he gets so focused and stuck into his work that everything else fades away. His work, some weeks quite literally, is his life. He spends days on end there, hardly going home, all in the pursuit of progress. That is, until you slowly start showing him that, yes, there is time for those small affections. Small talk, stolen laughter as he works. It’s a very slow process, but eventually, he does begin to relent, and show some of these affections back. - He loves when you join him in the lab - even if you’re unable or unwilling to help him with his tasks, he likes having you there. He appreciates the company. With Jayce coming around the lab less and less, even for a man of Viktor’s minimal social need, it’s a struggle. He’s feeling the loneliness, which is something he never thought he’d been affected by. Having you there, even if you’re doing something entirely different to him, makes him feel so much better, so much less alone. - When not spending time in the lab, he likes to go on walks through the academy and it’s gardens with you. Sure, you both have to take it a bit slow, but it helps him clear his head - and a walk is the perfect opportunity to have a nice, proper conversation with you. A time to catch up - like what you’ve been doing outside of your many visits to him, or how your other friends and family may be doing. Despite being a very work-oriented man, he does take an interest in your life, too - such is the way of someone so in love such as he. - He struggles to show the affection that he feels for you, sometimes. He knows that most show it through physical means - hugs, kisses, and the like - but he’s not typically a very touchy man. He likes to be approached first. If you initiate a kiss, or a hug, he will gladly reciprocate - but he struggles to know when, or how, to initiate these himself. He instead shows his affection through his creations - little side-projects that he works on when he’s dealing with a mental block with his main projects. Some of them are little trinkets - ornaments for the mantle, or fancy looking mechanisms akin to a complex child’s ornament. Others are to help you around the home. Things for cleaning, or for reaching hard to get spots. 

Jayce

- In a similar sense to Viktor, Jayce sometimes struggles in juggling all of his responsibilities, and his time is very often split between you, working with Viktor (which is becoming less and less of an occurrence) and his time with the council and the political figures within. Some days it’s hard to have a conversation with him that lasts for more than 5 minutes, because the poor man just gets so overwhelmed with his attention being pulled in every direction known to man. - In terms of quality time, he likes spending it in his chambers - or yours. Doesn’t overly matter. What matters is that you’re both shut away from the prying eyes of the world, responsibilities left outside the door, and work shoved into a distant corner of both of your minds. He likes to put his head in your lap and let your fingers run through his hair - it’s a feeling that often lulls him into near-sleep. A state that is very much needed and appreciated, with how stressed he gets, he often finds it difficult to actually relax or get any sleep that helps him feel rested. - Although he tries to keep the majority of his work life and love  life separate, there are times when an idea just… Hits him. He has to get it out, has to tell someone just to get those words out of his brain and into existence. Most of the time, this person is now you - even if you have absolutely no clue what half of the words he’s saying are, just smile, nod, and ask a couple of basic questions so his brain can turn it’s gears and work out the kinks he can think of. You just need to help him get the ball rolling - once he’s got those ideas down in rudimentary note form, he can take them to the lab, and he and Viktor can get the real work started. (He usually forgets that most of the time it’s Viktor who ends up doing the majority of the work). - He likes sleeping near to you - in fact quite early on in your relationship, he refuses to sleep without you at least in the room with him. This went on for… A very long time, and still hasn’t completely gone away. He particularly likes hugging you in his sleep; whether he’s the big or little spoon, it doesn’t matter to him (it changes mainly based on how good or bad his day has been), so long as he’s able to feel his skin against yours, he’s a happy man. A very happy man, indeed. - If you want this man to do something - and do it very willingly, with a massive grin on his face - give him some food. If you bribe him with food - particularly cakes, and perhaps some nice savoury items - he’s at your every whim, your every beck and call.

Vander

- Vander is a very affectionate man; he loves calling you by anything other than your name, loves physical displays of affection, and just… Being very domestic. He may be called the ‘Hound of the Underground’, but most of the time he’s little more than a dog who longs for affection - his more hound-like, violent days are long behind him, now. After all, he’s a father of four, he’s got an example to set. And he feels that the domestic life, despite his unfamiliarity with it, is the life he can best do that in. - Vander loves cooking with you. Or, well, trying to cook. 9/10 something goes wrong somehow; someone will spill something, a dish will overcook despite having been in the oven under the recommended cooking time.Though, a lot of the time, that can be attributed to… Little helpers, trying their hand at cooking. Vander doesn’t usually mind all that much - unless they try to  actively force themselves into the situation after he’s already said no - as he can normally whip up an edible meal quite quickly. The last 1/10 times is when the kids are all tucked up and asleep, and he’s taking his sweet time teaching you how to cook some of their (and his) favourite meals. - He always has a chair reserved for you in The Last Drop. Well, two, actually - so you have options on where you can sit. There’s one at the end of the bar, so you can be close to him as he works, and you can keep an eye on him as he serves. Then there’s also another one in a secluded corner booth, where you can still see one another, but you’re a little more on your own in case you don’t really want to be bothered by anyone else. He’ll nip over there every so often to make sure you don’t feel too lonely, and to top up your drink for you. More often than not he also brings a snack over too - just in case. He can’t have you going hungry, now, can he? - He likes it when you help him close up for the night - he tells you every time that you don’t need to, it’s alright, he can handle it, but secretly, he loves the fact that you’re able or eager to pitch in with him. Hell, even if you’re just sitting on the bar, talking to him, he’s a happy man.

Silco

- Silco spoils you in some ways, but not all. Yes, he has his claws in every nook and cranny of Zaun, and you have lived without want since you started dating him, but he never wants you to slip into overindulgence - mainly when it comes to material belongings. He doesn’t want you to end up taking anything for granted. There’s always that possibility, in the back of his mind, that everything may be stolen away at any moment. You need to be prepared for that. - He likes being in your presence. You could be doing entirely different things in the same room, and he’d be happy. He isn’t a massive fan of being left on his own, normally. The only real exception to that rule is when he’s majorly pissed off with something or someone, and even then your presence can usually lull him back to a sense of calm. He doesn’t have a particular ‘happy place’ unless you count being by your side. For a man who is normally so dour, he’s sweet to you. - If you ever have an opinion on an issue that he’s trying to fix - be that economy related, or general public relations - he’s happy to listen to you. He’ll take your views into account, though he may push back and debate with you over things, always trying to look at the bigger picture or the long game. Though he is often ever so tempted to make decisions based on your quality of life and joy, he is very aware that he can’t do so - not if he wants the nation under his rule to live on. - He tries his best, for the most part, to keep you and the unsavoury business of his job separate. He wasn’t sure if he could bear the idea of you getting tangled up in it all - and there was no way at all that he would want to subject you to any of the gory sights he had had to witness over the years. While he made sure you were at least aware of the goings on around the Undercity, the thought of you getting caught up in it - especially caught up in the gang activity - made his blood run cold. He wanted you to be aware of what life could be, if worst came to worst, of course, but he would never let you actually live it so long as he was alive. 

Ekko

- Ekko is BIG on physical touch. Whenever you’re within arms reach, he has to have a hand on you - not in a gropey way, but more… That he likes having the knowledge that you’re there, close to him. His hand will be on your shoulder, or the small of your back, or holding your hand. He especially loves holding your hand; he can twirl you around, pull you in for a hug or kiss, or even do something as mundane as swinging your hands back and forth a little bit as the pair of you walk together. There’s something so special to him about physical contact - and this leeches over into hugs as well. He loves hugging you to nap or sleep; it brings him a sense of calmness and security. He doesn’t care where, or in what position you sleep in, so long as he’s able to feel you he’s fine with it. - He likes sharing his clothes with you; no matter the weather. You’re cold? His jacket will warm you right up. Oh, you’re hot? Here, have his shirt, it’s a lighter colour it won’t attract as much heat. Seeing you wear his clothing is something that sparks a little bit of joy in his heart - he LOVES it. And if you let him wear some of your clothes? The cycle will be complete, and he will not let you go - you already have a special place in his heart, and it will be entirely solidified if you let him have some of your clothes. - He likes walking with you. Be it around the grounds of your communal home, or in the Lanes. It’s a brilliant way to bond, he thinks. You can talk, or stay quiet, it doesn’t matter. And if you struggle a bit with the parkour that sometimes needs to be done to traverse the undercity? Not to worry, Ekko will teach you. When he’s not being pursued, he’s a very patient teacher - he’ll tell you what point to jump from and how to land so you don’t hurt your ankles or knees - and so you don’t fall off. Once you’ve at least got a steady foot, he’ll take you to all his favourite spots, to all the best views of both the undercity, and topside. - Eventually, Ekko may ask you if you want to help with the massive memorial mural in the centre of the communal hideout - nothing major, just touchups of the paint where it’s started to fade or flake away. It’s important to him to keep it vibrant, so that people won’t forget all those who have been lost over the years. After a few visits, he lets you know that you can add anyone you’ve lost to Silco or the enforcers, if you so wish. He doesn’t force the idea upon you, but he just quietly tells you, that if you’re comfortable enough, if you want to, you can. He’d even help you, if you wanted. He wants you to be as comfortable as is possible - even when confronting grief. 

[zevrra]

[𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.⋆˚࿔]

synop: some drabbles, first kisses & how they’d go with my fav arcane men!

ft. gn!reader, jayce, viktor, & vander

a/n: should i flesh any of these out? >:3

(this is sfw but slightly suggestive w/ a lil angst)

𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐂𝐄

— is the type that once he gets a taste, he doesn’t want to stop.

his hazel eyes glance down at your lips and they linger for a long moment, full of want and need as he debates on kissing you; can see the gears turning inside his head. until jayce realizes he’s staring for a little longer than he should and breaks out in a little embarrassed smile, flashing his fangs and that cute little gap in his teeth. “sorry…” he apologizes, ripping his eyes back up to yours.

“it’s okay.” you whisper; as if you were any better than he was, staring at his tilted lips. craving and wanting him with so much tension, it could surely be cut with a knife.

jayce chuckles nervously under his breath but leans forward despite his hesitation, pushing aside any and all of his worries, as he presses his lips gently against yours. it’s a small, soft peck of a kiss; just enough for him to get a sweet taste of you. he leans back a little then, eyes hazy as if he’s become intoxicated with just one kiss. and before either of you can voice an opinion on your first kiss, jayce is eagerly moving on.

“one more.” he mutters, seeking your lips again. he plants a firm kiss against you this time. his breathing is quickly turning into wild rasps as he presses his lips again and again into yours. his hand are roaming along every inch of your body. fingers grasping at your thighs, digging gently into your skin, smoothing across your waist, tugging you into his own lap while his lips continue to find yours.

he whispers countless of pleas and begs of just “one more” between each kiss until they’re no longer just quick pecks and evolve into fuller, far more passionate kisses. one giant hand runs up your thigh again while his other moves to hook around the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. “taste so good.” jayce whispers just as his tongue runs along your bottom lip.

“more.” he mutters across your reddening lips. “please need a little more…” he adds in a huff, waiting for you to give him the green light.

he’s got your head spinning in circles; breathless while your lips still tingle from his desperate make out. your face burns with a drunken blush from the kiss and you’re not entirely sure if you can find the right words to say, so instead you capture his lips now.

and it’s the only answer he needs before he’s desperately sweeping you back into a passionate make out session.

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑

— is the type who kisses you by total accident one day and then flees.

it had just been you and viktor in the lab together for days on end. the two of you had worked through countless of formula errors, spent every sleepless night together, drank enough coffee that it could replace every ounce of water in your body; and yet you two enjoyed it more than anything. you laughed, brainstormed, and have come closer than you’ve ever had before.

it was…a little obvious that you liked viktor, well to your knowledge it was but not so much to viktor; or so it seemed.

“you’ve done it!” you exclaim, excitement creeping into your voice as you stand from your chair as vik does the same. you crowd over vik’s shoulder to get a better look at the smooth, luminous glass ball, eyes wide open as you stare at the stabilized hex crystal before you. “you’ve actually done it!”

“no,” vik speaks, ripping off his goggles as he stares up at you. “i could not have done this without you. you’ve contributed so much! we did it.” he adds before tossing his goggles off to the side. he quickly tries to gather any paperwork and journal entries the two of you had written in the last few days; eager to rush off and show his work to heimerdinger and the council. and he says little else, too excited to show off his breakthrough, pocketing the hex crystal as he hurries for the lab door.

in his flurry, he forgets a very important piece of paperwork. you grab it, turning towards the door to the lab where viktor had started heading off towards to, waving it in the air before vik can get too far. “viktor! you forgot something!”

vik stops just at the door and spins on his heel to come hurriedly back to you. but instead of taking the note and continuing on his journey to the council room, he’s instead closing the distance between you and him very quickly; quick enough you don’t have time to think, let alone react as vik is sweeping forward to press his lips fully into yours.

he kisses you then, passionate and full of just pure excitement for the things you two have managed to do. and the kiss is far more amazing than anything you could have imagined but it’s cut entirely too short when vik is suddenly realizing all too fast exactly what he’s done and breaking away. he backs up, damn near tripping over his own cane in his hurry, as he takes the paper right out of your hand. he mutters a goodbye and nothing else before he’s gone; just as quickly as he had kissed you.

you stand frozen, in humbled shock, debating if that had actually happened or not. but the warmth blooming across your lips and face is a dead giveaway that yes, it did in fact happen.

and you smile with the thought that this could be the start of something wonderful…and yet it’s only the start of viktor avoiding you at any cost.

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

— is the type to be a little embarrassed because of his age but really he’s been holding back for too long.

“you don’t really want this, do ya? i’m practically an old man now.” vander laughs from behind his bar top. he sips on the cheap whiskey he’s been drinking the entire night, glancing at you over the rim.

everyone else from the bar had gone home for the night but you had decided to stick around for a little bit longer; just for this. for him. you swirl your drink around inside your cup, glancing between the moving liquid and vander’s handsome face. you had been dropping hints for, god knows how long, that you wanted him, and now that it was just the two of you…you were willing to push your luck a little to get exactly what you wanted.

“mmm i know.” you respond, taking a sip off your own alcohol of choice that night. “that’s what i like about you though.” you add with a smirk.

your response only makes him laugh again, shaking his head. he pushes his cup out of the way and off to the side, most likely empty and definitely forgotten for the rest of the night, as he settles his hands on the edge of his bar. “that so?” he asks with a grin.

you nod, mirroring his grin right back at him. if you were given the chance sooner, you would’ve dragged him out of the bar two and a half hours ago.

“what if this old man can’t keep up with you?”

now it was your turn to chuckle as you crawl up onto the bar, sliding across the wood surface until you’re sitting pretty right between his settled hands. you move your legs to dangle on the other side of the counter, closing the gap as much as you can. “guess you’re just going to have to find out, hmm?” you respond, running a hand down the front of his broad chest.

while he’s still a little hesitant, it doesn’t take anymore convincing as soon as the distance is closed. his gaze is hungry, always has been, as he settles his eyes onto your pretty face. he’s sucking in a deep breath when the last bit of his resolve vanishes. and it’s his turn to close the gap now as he captures your lips in one swift movement. he’s feverishly kissing you, deep and full of yearning. gripping the edge of the bar like his life depends on it, keeping himself upright and from what you can only assume is to hold himself back just a tiny bit; didn’t want to scare you off with just how badly he wanted you too.

vander grunts against your lips, reaching with a large hand to caress the side of your neck, deepening the kiss with a swirl of his tongue meshing into your own before he’s huffing a deep breath and breaking off the kiss. he pants against your slowly swelling lips, still keeping himself close but far enough away you’d have to chase after his lips if you wanted anymore.

“gonna ask again, you sure about this?” vander mutters. and you can see it in his gray eyes, the want and the need he holds for you and how he’s holding himself back, just in case you may have changed your mind.

but that was impossible. you wanted him and only him. you roll your eyes at his slightly concerned tone of voice before you slide your arms up to lock around his neck. “i’m more than sure. now shut up and fucking kiss me.”

[notthesoup]

Hi sorry to bother you but may I request marriage hc for arcane Vander x wife reader it's up to you anyway I hope you're doing okay and sorry to bother you.

PAIRING vander x fem!reader

TYPE headcanons

GENRE fluff

SYNOPSIS slice of life as his wife

NOTES it’s no bother at all! this was so much fun to write, thank you for the ask!! hope you enjoy :3

When you and Vander were casually going on dates, he had asked you what you were looking in a relationship. While you wanted something long term, you didn't want to put pressure on whatever you had with him, and you were open about this with him. He understood, and you had both agreed to go with the flow.

It took only a few months for him to move in with you at your apartment. It was a bit of an unconventional building, what with the shop running underneath it and all, but it was quiet most days. Vander was still working at the mines, and while he would do his best to reassure you about the working conditions, you were still nervous about his safety. Him and Silco wanted to quit to start up a pub in the area, and the perfect opportunity arose when the owner of the store downstairs closed up shop. After coming home one day, he surprised you with the new commercial lease agreement.

Soon enough, your lives became incredibly busy; you had quit your part time to focus on your last college exam season before gaining your degree, and he was busy with the renovations and his last month of mining work. By the time you were going to sleep, he was already waking up to go clock in— quality of sleep being the first real issue between the two of you. Though you were also dissatisfied with not spending quality time with your boyfriend, to which he promised to make up for.

After you were awarded your degree, The Last Drop had officially opened. You had celebrated the day with friends and family, and after they had left, spent the night with Vander, who was keen on keeping his promise. It was a day well commemorated and a night well remembered.

Nearing your next anniversary with him, Vander had proposed to you. He had had a busy and frankly tiring day, and all that he wanted to do after heading upstairs was lay down and crash for a few hours. But you had been making dinner for the two of you, and by the amount of pots in the sink, you had been in the kitchen for a while. You hadn't yet noticed him leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, but he was looking at you with the utmost fondness. Not wanting to spook you (especially with burning surfaces nearby), he had knocked on the doorframe. You, not expecting the sudden noise, was thrown off kilter— the wooden spoon in your hand clattering to the floor. "Shit, sorry, I'll clean that up," he says, already grabbing a cloth. His knee cracks a bit as he gets down to wipe at the floor, and then at your ankle when he notices a splotch of sauce there too. He looks up at you suddenly, but you don't quite catch his words beneath the sounds of the steaming pots. He near whispers it again, but this time you hear it. "Marry me?" His eyes are dilated, his attention devoted entirely to you, his hand still absentmindedly wiping at your foot. You stare at the devout look on his face for only a second before joining him on the floor in a tackle-like hug. You say yes so many times it started to echo like prayer.

You were both equally involved in the wedding preparations, even with the rising popularity of The Last Drop. It was tough at times to find the time to plan, but it was made simpler with you and Vander sharing a similar vision.

The wedding was intimate and cozy— exactly as you had both wanted it. A quiet ceremony tucked away in a garden where you had shared the first date with Vander all those years ago. Only friends and family were invited, so it was a comforting and welcoming feel. Clover covered the ground in a thick soft carpet, and colorful lights were strung up in the bushes. White chairs were layed in lines as pews, and at the center of it all, Vander was waiting at the foot of a weeping willow tree. You walked up the aisle to the tune of soft music, in a flowing white dress you helped embroider. Vander cried when he saw you, his eyes still glossy by the time you said "I do."

Your vows to him were eloquent though your deliverance interrupted by your giddy laughter, his hands enveloped in yours in a careful squeeze. His vows to you were long, but not a moment went by where he wasn't gazing into your eyes as he spoke, his voice a bit shaky. Midway through he forgot he was supposed to project his voice, and spoke only to you. "You are the safest place I have ever known, and I will spent the rest of my life making sure you feel that way too. For the rest of our lives I will give you everything that I am. I love you—" You don't wait for the officiant's cue to kiss Vander.

Cut to the honeymoon, y'all are worse than wtv Bella and Edward had going on. Neither of you were walking steadily after that 🙏

ARCANE MASTERLIST !

ADDITIONAL NOTE! if you like my work, please consider reblogging and/or commenting! thank you if you do 🤍

[neminomnom]

Arcane characters music taste

Includes: Vi, jinx, Caitlyn, Mel, Maddie, Felicia, Vander, Silco, Sevika, au! Powder, Ekko

This took ages because I kept on rewriting everything and I fumbled on silcos, please forgive me 🙏🙏 ‼️‼️ creds to arcanegifs for the Felicia and Caitlyn gifs ‼️‼️

Violet

-It all depends on the activity she is doing, but in general her music taste is a bit random yet makes sense at the same time

-For example, she has a set playlist for if she’s working out, then it would be mostly songs from rammenstien, fallout boys, twenty one pilots and maybe some iron maiden, her favourite song to listen to when boxing and training is Fear of the dark by Iron maiden.

-But, if she’s doing a more calming activity, you WILL hear Bruno mars, Tyler the creator and Chappell roan blasting through the house, but if someone walks in she will change it immediately to something else.

Jinx

- Any song with lots of energy and is fast paced she loves, if it’s late at night you would find jinx dancing her heart out around her hideout listening to any of the below

-Her playlist can go from evanescence, hole and rare Americans to Ayesha erotica, Lady gaga and ashniko. Jinx has every single album from all of those artists on Vinly and as CD, out of all of them, Fallen by evanescence is her favourite album.

-When she’s trying to create some new inventions or is tired and needs to stay up later, she plays Ashniko religiously to keep her brain stimulated so she can stay awake for longer. Jinx knows all the lyrics to every single song by ashniko and lady gaga.

Caitlyn

-Caitlyn is Marinas number one fan, if Marina has no fans then Caitlyn is dead.

-Of course she lives other artists, like Billie eilish and a bit of mitski here and there, but Caitlyn relates to Marinas songs the most and she loves every single one of them, her favourite song being seventeen, along with that her favourite album by marina is the family jewels (Deluxe)

- Caitlyn probably cried the first time she heard once more to see you again by mitski, and the 30th by Billie eilish, those two songs make her an emotional wreck in the first 5 seconds of listening to them, but she likes listening to the hit me hard and soft album when she’s in the shower.

Mel

-Lana del ray and beyonce until she dies, but also quite likes beabadoobee, not as much as the other two though.

-It may be one of her most popular songs, but Mel adores summertime sadness by Lana del ray, her favourite album being ultravoilence, she probably listens to Lana del ray when she’s in the bath and needs to relax, or when she’s getting ready to go out.

-Mel loves to listen to Beyoncé when she’s painting, it’s her favourite thing to play, her favourite song being Diva and her favourite album being Dangerously in love.

Maddie

-Olivia Rodrigo and Taylor swift all the way

-gets really offended if someone says they doesn’t like Taylor swift, she’s memorized all of the Taylor swift songs but prefers her older songs, out of al log them she loves look what you made me do, she doesn’t have a particular favourite album, she loves them all.

- at any minor convenience, you WILL hear vampire getting played at full blast in her room, she has so much Olivia Rodrigo merchandise nd would have a huge poster in her room of her, finds Olivia so cool.

Felicia

- she’s definitely an avid ABBA, Madonna and Adele fan

-would dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner with powder and vi when they was little while listening to any of these artists, Madonna is her favourite.

- Felicia could listen to Material girl by Madonna for hours and never get bored, she loves that song so much, but she also really likes ABBA, sos is her favourite song by them, her favourite Adele song is probably set fire to the rain.

- But she isn’t picky, will gladly dance around to any song what gets put on and has a good beat to it

Vander

-British dad music

-Queen, the Beatles, Oasis, the artic monkeys and just any old band vander would probably listen to, Oasis is his favourite one and probably would have a whole shops worth of band shirts and hoodies if he could.

-Favourite thing to do is play his favourite songs about 10 minutes before the last drop opens, his favourite song is Lyla by oasis, but he does love any queen song with every bone in his body and will start singing along as loud as he can.

Silco

-Bon jovi, Type O negative, depache mode and ghost.

-Loved ghost and Type O negative a lot more when he was younger, but silco still listens to them, not as much though. Doesn’t really sing along or dance around when listening to music, he just hums instead.

-Favourite song is precious by depache mode, but his favourite album is life is killing me by type O negative, but sometimes he just plays our love by Curtis Harding and jazmine sullivan if he wants to listen to something really familiar.

Sevika

-Metallica, nirvana and korn.

-loves listening to coming undone or seen it all when she’s trying to fix her arm, sevika had a collection of posters from all those bands when she was a teenager, same with shirts, metalllica being her favourite one out of the three.

-all said posters now live in a cardboard box somewhere in a random corner of her flat, she also had all of the Metallica vinyls, but they got lost and damaged. Sevikas favourite albums from all three is master of puppets, life is peachy and In utero

Powder

-Will probably listen to anything on the radio, she isn’t that fussed about music.

-She loves the specials, Tv girl and pink Floyd are probably her top three, the specials is her favourite thing to listen to while getting ready, Tv girl when she feels like she needs a sing and a dance then pink Floyd if she wants to stare at her ceiling and think about life for a good few hours.

-Will in fact listen to everything, will she enjoy it all? Nope, but will still listen to anything if someone else is enjoying it. Powders favourite album is death of a party girl and her favourite song is gangsters by the specials, has so many tv girl references in her room.

Ekko

- Anything with a good beat Ekko will dance along too

-particularly likes Tyler the creator, Bruno mars and Billie eilish, I don’t make up the rules. Ekko has a list of his top five songs in order being: see you again, sticky, just the way you are, apt then number 5 being lunch by billie eilish.

-he knows all of those artists songs word for word with no mistakes, has a morning playlist with all the energetic songs to make him get up, and has an evening one with more calming songs off those artists for when he’s tired and wants to go to sleep. Ekkos favourite albums are st.chroma, hit me hard and soft and 24k magic.

[roses-without-raindrops]

Does anyone have any silly/goofy headcanons about Vander and/or Silco? Whether you ship them or not, whether for young them or old them or AU them, idc, I just need to see my men being happy and goofy for my own mental sanity.

[registeredboykisser]

nothing much just debating whether to go to the ER (medical mystery club) and thinking about young Zaundads + Felicia + Connol + Benzo behavior

-I know we see Imagine Dragons show up so that means Zaun has at least some kind of music culture, I feel like they would all go to music festivals (the ones where tickets were cheap as hell and was mostly for publicity). I REALLY hope She Wants Revenge exists in Zaun because I 100% believe from the bottom of my heart that younger Silco was a SWR fan.

-Rooftop smoking, blackout drinking on difficult nights, perhaps a little bit of recreational drug use (though I feel like Felicia would keep everyone safe during that, she's like the friend that carries Narcan and prevents overdoses. keep it up fel). Honestly stereotypical behavior for young adults who grew up with VERY LITTLE parental influence in a severely unregulated environment

-def a lot of Topside crime. no doubt. It would probably be Silco, Vander, Benzo and maybe Connol on occasion, but Fel would flip her shit if Connol ended up getting hurt or something. She'd also be the designated bailer, if any of their asses ended up in Stillwater (and they MOST DEFINITELY landed their asses in Stillwater at least once [may or may not be based on a fic by @withercrown iykyk {withercrown if you see this hi??}]). Fel does not beat the mom friend allegations

-I like to think they all work in the Mining district/Mines. Just coworkers who fucked around during breaks and harassed each other while working. And then when Felicia was pregnant with Vi (and eventually Powder) they were the ones who fought for her maternity leave when working standards were ass.

-Benzo is just a 5th wheel atp. Fel and Connol were always doing something, Silco and Vander were always doing something, and he was the type to just groan and complain every time either couple kissed

- plus a random t4t zaundads headcanon but I hc silco as being a lot more gender dysphoric and managing it by binding with bandages, sourcing testosterone illegally (probably from Singed smh), and packing with scrapped clothes that don't fit him anymore, while Vander would probably have naturally higher T levels and prefer to hide his chest by working out and bulking, probably wouldn't care much about packing either. I based this off the idea that gender-affirming care (while I absolutely LOVE Silco and Vander with top surgery scars) would most likely be extremely inaccessible in Zaun due to Piltover's neglect and the lack of general healthcare. (PLEASE GIVE ME MORE T4T ZAUNDADS IS THIS MIC ON??)

anyways back to the health crisis

[violentalbino-real]

headcanon vander sleeptalks and sounds fully lucid when he does but says things that don't make sense. he also snuggles anything within reach in his sleep.

[whoreforsexymen]

If The World Forgets, I Won't

A Vander x Reader Drabble

Banner by me <3

Pairing: Vander x Reader

Pronoun(s): Can be read as GN! No specifics used.

Rating: VERY MILD NSFW. Non-descriptive. First half is fairly SFW.

Summary: You feel forgotten on your birthday. So Vander makes up for it.

Word Count: 1,138

Tag(s): Birthday Surprise, Established Relationship, Reader Feels Forgotten About, Tender Love and Care, Birthday Banging 😉

Notes: It’s my actual birthday today and I am super fucking depressed. I have ACTUALLY kinda been forgotten about. So. What better way to soothe my own sadness than to write about Vander being a cozy, loving, boyfriend/husband/partner (idk?). I constantly yearn for domestic Vander fics.

It had been a quiet birthday. Too quiet. No letters. No surprises. Just time ticking by.

It settled over you like a quiet ache. The kind that hums beneath the surface. Like the world had gone on turning without you, forgetting that today was meant to be yours.

Until you heard footsteps. Slow, heavy, familiar ones.

Vander appears from the back room, face as stoic as ever, arms crossed over his chest, shielding something between them. He walks over without a word and sets something down in front of you.

A slice of cake. Homemade, clearly. Lopsided, a bit burnt on the edge, and carrying a single candle. Crooked and flickering.

He shrugs at your blended expression of surprise, amusement, and curiosity.

“Look, I never said I was a baker.”

You huff a laugh, eyes pricking with tears. He leans on the bar, watching you carefully.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

You don’t answer. You just stare at the candle, the little flame dancing like it’s waiting for you to wish on it. Meanwhile, inside, you’re fighting tooth and nail to keep the urge to cry at bay.

He notices and hooks around the bar. Before you can say anything, his arms are around you in that strong and steady way of his. A kind of embrace that makes it hard to remember why you were hurting in the first place.

“You’ve got this look,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Like you’ve been carryin’ the whole damn world by yourself today.”

You melt into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like smoke and something earthy. A blend of fragrances you’ve grown to love over the years.

“It’s not about the cake,” you mumble.

“I just… didn’t want to feel forgotten.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek.

“I don’t care if the whole world forgets.”

“I won’t.” His voice is low, honest.

You blink, and he leans in, slower than usual, like he’s giving you a moment to change your mind. But you don’t. You never would.

His lips brush yours, soft and sure. One kiss. Then another. One for every year you’ve lived.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.

“Make a wish,” he whispers, nodding at the candle still burning.

“Then I’ll show you how we celebrate properly around here.”

(BENEATH THE CUT IS NSFW. VERY MILD, BUT STILL NSFW. Please feel free to click away if you want to just leave this as a sweet romantic Drabble.)

You blow out the candle. The flame vanishes like a whisper, leaving only the soft glow of the bar’s lowlights.

And Vander. Still holding you like you’re the most important thing he’s touched all day.

“You gonna tell me what you wished for?” he asks, voice husky, a little rougher now.

You let your fingers trail up the seam of his shirt, resting them over his heartbeat.

“Think I’ve already got it.” You hum.

That earns you a slow, crooked smile. The kind he saves for you, and only you, when the world isn’t watching.

“Yeah?”

He leans in, his nose brushing the curve of your jaw, his lips following after with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Ones slow enough to make you shiver.

“Then let me give you more.”

Vander takes your hand, skillfully and dutifully guiding you upstairs. The weight of the day peels off with every step, replaced by the quiet promise of here, now, me and you.

The room smells faintly of him. Like cedar and smoke. Worn linen. Something faintly spiced.

He doesn’t rush. He never does. He closes the door behind you like he’s closing out the world.

His hands cradle your face, and this time when he kisses you, it’s deeper. Fuller. A kiss that takes its time, like he’s trying to pour everything he can’t put into words straight into your mouth.

“You feel forgotten,” he murmurs, between kisses.

“But you’re the only thing I can’t stop remembering.”

Fingers trail down your sides. Calloused palms slide beneath your shirt, reverent as they map over your skin. His touches are slow—worshipful—as if each pass of his hand is rewriting all the lonely hours you spent waiting for someone to care.

“You’re not just wanted,” he breathes against your throat.

“You’re loved.”

He undresses you gently, like you’re something rare, and when you undress him, he lets you, watching you with the kind of gaze that makes your lungs catch and your body ache. There’s nothing rushed between you—just two people who know how badly they need this. How badly they need each other.

The mattress dips beneath your weight, and then he’s above you, braced on forearms, his body sheltering yours like he’s afraid the world might try to take you again. He kisses your collarbone, your shoulder, the inside of your wrist.

He takes his time.

Every movement, every breath, is purposeful.

Designed to remind you that you’re safe, cared for, and you are his.

And when he’s finally moving inside you, it’s not with urgency.

It’s slow.

Deep.

Like the two of you are trying to press the whole damn day out of existence.

The rhythm is tender, patient, punctuated by soft groans and whispered names. You thread your fingers through his hair. He cradles the back of your thigh. You both stay close, your foreheads touching, bodies flushed together, breaths and whispers mingling.

And when it builds—oh, gods, when it builds—he holds you through it, his name in your mouth, yours on his tongue, until everything melts into release. Release with quiet, trembling affection.

Later, when your heartbeat’s calmed and the room is wrapped in quiet, Vander pulls you close beneath the covers.

Your head is tucked beneath his chin, his arm heavy around your waist like he has no plans of letting go, and would never dream of it.

He draws slow circles on your back with his thumb, his voice low and a little hoarse when he speaks.

“Still think the day forgot about you?” he murmurs.

You smile faintly against his chest.

“Maybe a little.”

He lets out a soft, amused sound.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to spend all night remindin’ you how unforgettable you are.”

You look up at him, raising a brow.

“All night, huh?”

He grins, lazy and self-satisfied.

“Don’t tempt me if you don’t want it, sweetheart. I’m a man of my word.”

You laugh, breath warm against his skin, and he tilts your chin up for one last kiss.

It’s slow.

Sure.

Sweet.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers against your lips.

“Next year, I’ll start earlier.”

[powder-ask]

Ooc : Since Powder is 11 in act one of season one, there's a chance that she alredy got her period, and i just find it hilarous to imagine Vi and Vander, desperatly trying to see how to explain everything to this poor lil girl 😭

[erenstitanweave]

okay guys..i'm stuck on what to work on first so i've come to ask you guys!!

[thineferalrats]

I had a really good plot going for a vander (from arcane) bot in character ai, like the dialogue was actually really decent should I write it into a full on story? (Yes there will be smut if I do, for you heathens wondering)

[parvulous-writings]

Your writing is so cool!!!!! I love your characterizations and your headcanons and the gifs you pick <333333

May I request the Arcane characters (your choice on who and how many, so long as Silco’s in there!) being given something handmade from their s/o? (Matching bracelets, sweater, plushie, etc.) 👉👈 thank you!

Warnings: None, I don't think!

Notes: Is Silco's a little odd now I step back and look at it? Yes. However. It makes sense, in my head. I think.

Edit; (I forgot before posting) Thank you, kind anon! I take great pride in how I portray characters! I'm glad you enjoy them! The gifs I use I try to match to the vibe, and are all found on Tumblr! My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Silco

You gave Silco a trinket for his desk. A cute little crocheted figure - that seemed like nothing more than an ineffective paperweight to most. But to Silco, it was something that he felt tied the whole space of his desk together. When not doing paperwork, it is one of the only things on the desk at all. And it’s certainly the only thing in his office at all with any pop of colour. It was his little faux companion - a way for the room to not feel as isolating as it usually was. He wasn’t entirely sure if you had done it on purpose, to give him that sense of company, but he was grateful for it, regardless. 

It’s usual spot is in front of the picture of him and Jinx, both serving as a reminder to him of the family that he had managed to build, from nothing, and despite what he had been through. He stares at both items very often, no matter the time of day. If he’s stuck in some paperwork, or listening idly to Sevika or a lower grunt make a report, his eyes will slowly drift towards that corner of his desk. It brings him a lot of security, for being such a small thing. Knowing that it was made by your hands is likely what makes it mean so much to him. 

Once, it completely vanished from his desk, and he was furious. He had been on the verge of a screaming match with whomever even looked at him wrong all day. Only when it is safely returned to his desk does he calm down - even though the only time it ever really leaves his desk is for repairs or touch-ups, he’s grown attached to the little thing. Even though it’s inanimate, he’s… Bonded to it. 

He’s only taken it out of his office himself on very select occasions. Namely, ones where he feels perhaps a mite exposed, or nervous. Of course, outwardly, no one would be able to guess this. His stoic expression never shifted, and his stare was something that most cowered away from. Anyone who would have even thought of Silco having something as sweet as a small crocheted item tucked away in his coat would have easily been dismissed as mad. 

God forbid you make him more than that initial one. He’s badly attached to the first, and the same will go for all the others that you may make him. And though he doesn’t ‘officially’ name them, or anything like that, but he knows if and when one of them is out of place - and he rarely goes back to his baseline mood until he knows that they are all back in their spots, safe and sound. "No, the one with the blue shirt sits by the one with the black shirt. Yes... Yes, just like that. Much better, don't you think?"

Mel

You weave Mel a small bracelet for a special achievement or occasion; a birthday, and anniversary, a particularly good step in legislation that you know that she’s been trying to push for you don’t know how long. You presented it to her in a little box, topped with a neat bow, and the face that she had made when opening it? That spark of curiosity in her eye, that morphed into sheer, unadulterated joy when she saw what it was? Bliss - priceless bliss. 

She wears the thing everywhere, except for when she’s bathing - she doesn’t want to risk it being damaged by getting wet. It doesn’t matter to her whether or not it matches with her outfit, she’ll find some way to incorporate it. She absolutely loves talking about it, too - if someone asks about it, she’ll spend a minimum of 5 to 10 minutes explaining to them that you made it for her, what occasion you gave it to her, and then proceed to gush about you some more - how talented you are, how wonderful you are, how much she loves you. It’s perhaps the only instance she will ever break that collected air about her. 

She also asks that you make yourself one, or better yet, teach her how to make them, so she can make you one for yourself. “So we can match,” She’d tell you, with a happy smile on her face. Even though you’re not in the public eye nearly as much as she is, being able to wear something that’s matching with her means a great deal to Mel. A little, unspoken connection between the two of you. 

If she ever loses the bracelet or it becomes damaged beyond repair, she’s rather upset. It doesn’t outwardly last for very long - she tells you the sad news with an incredibly despondent look, handing you the threads if she has them. After that, she moves on. At least, that’s how it appears to the untrained eye. But you notice how her fingers drift to her wrist, trying to fiddle with fabric that is no longer there. Or, if it’s an occasion where she’d wear it in her hair instead, it’s hard to miss the way that her fingers will still try to seek it out, to no avail. You can’t bear it for more than a week before you give her a new one - just the same as the original, but all the more meaningful to her. You had known, noticed how much she missed it. She’s ever so thankful to have such an attentive and creative partner.

Vander

Vander has a very… Minimal wardrobe - and unfortunately, most of his articles are falling apart, or have holes in them. He does a lot of repairs for them himself; for having such big hands, he’s surprisingly adroit with a needle and thread. With a rather considerable supply of rags, he saw no real reason to splash out money on himself when it could easily be spend on other, better things - clothes for the children, or small needed improvements for The Last Drop. He’s had handmade things given to him before - mostly twisted bracelets, from Powder. 

So when you hand him the big, thick jumper you had spent a week making? He was stunned. Grateful, but stunned. And he absolutely loves it. It’s a dark blue - a similar shade to a couple of other items in his wardrobe, so clearly you had been paying attention to what he had been wearing and what colours looked good on him - or at any rate, what colours you liked to see on him. And the fit was wonderful, too. He made a joke about you taking his measurements in his sleep, to which you both heartily laughed. 

From then on, almost every evening, you see him wearing it once the sun goes down. Before you had made it, he very rarely wore anything with long sleeves, other than the old jacket he wore when leaving to go out and about. Whenever someone asks him about his sudden change in style, he replies with a simple; “Nights are getting cold down here, now.” Regardless of whether that’s true or not, that’s the story he sticks with. He hates having to part with it in Summer time, but… Even he has to admit that it is just far too hot to wear during that time of year. 

He washes it ‘himself’ - by that, I mean he makes sure that it’s back in his possession the very moment that it’s dry enough to wear again. He doesn’t part with it for any longer than what he thinks is absolutely necessary. You’ve had to devise a system where it’s one of the first things to be washed on laundry days - that way there was a much better chance of it being dry come sundown. And he’s incredibly grumpy if you have to take it to sew any wear-and-tear - you never tend to have it for more than a day, but you can tell the question of ‘when am I getting it back?’ simmers just below the surface. 

Ambessa

You tailor her a cloak. Yes, she has many, and yours doesn’t stand out too much when put beside any of the other bespoke pieces she’s had made  for herself. But to Ambessa? It is a wonderful thing; easily one of her favourites. Simply because you had turned your hand to a craft, for her. She sees it as an act of devotion - even if, in comparison to the other acts she has been shown by the people beneath her, it is small. 

She wears it only to the most intimate of occasions; an evening spent with you savouring cuisine, or perhaps a night spent at the theatre house. Very rarely has it ever been used for more political meetings. When it is, it’s usually one-on-one, and for the reason that wearing something so personal makes any outside party think Ambessa is being open with them; making them more relaxed in the process. If she’s wearing it in front of someone other than yourself, it’s always as a political choice. 

She doesn’t wear it enough for it to get damaged naturally, but there is a chance that it may get torn via other means. Most likely a blade. If someone dared to do so, she would be furious - plain and simple. Any rapport that the opposing figure may have built with her would disappear in an instant, as quickly as the cut was made. Because despite her never really telling you - or anyone - anything about how she felt about this particular cloak, it meant a great deal to her. It meant more to her than any of the other cloaks in her extensive wardrobe. 

Ambessa doesn’t demand you make another one for her, nor does she dwell on the fact that the first one has been ruined or destroyed. She just… Makes you aware, disposes of the tatters, and leaves it at that. She doesn’t seem to be all that bothered by it - but she is. She knows the time and care that went into making it, she knows of the toils that you went through to make sure she had something made by you to wear. She also knows that if you want to make her another, you will do so of your own decision and accord - she doesn’t need to force you. Beyond that - if you choose to make her another one, it’ll just further prove to her your devotion. 

Viktor

You made Viktor a pair of gloves - it can get rather cold in the lab when the sun isn’t streaming directly through the large windows. For the first few days you think that he really likes the gift! He had thanked you heartily when you had given them to him, clearly appreciating the time and effort that you had put into them. It wasn’t until you visited him during one of his multiple-day stints in the lab when you realised he… Wasn’t wearing them. At all. They were neatly placed, one on top of the other, at the end of one of the cluttered desks. 

Viktor notices the way you eye that corner of the desk several times throughout your visit. Eventually, when you bring it up, he gives you a very simple answer; “Unfortunately, though they are warm… The fingers make it rather difficult for me to complete my more… Delicate tasks, where dexterity is key.” He shrugs, turning his attention back to his desk. So, it isn’t that he doesn’t appreciate your gift to him, it just makes his job slightly more challenging - as if it isn’t already, at some points. He assures you, though, that he wears them to and from the laboratory when he feels it is too cold for him. 

So, you decide to make him another pair - this time with some changes. Instead of making fingered gloves, you make mittens… With a button on the back so that Viktor could pin the top back, letting him still wear the mittens as he completed the various fiddly tasks his research needed. From then on when you visit, you don’t see the mittens discarded at the corner of his desk waiting for the end of the day, but instead on his hands where they belonged. 

To say that Viktor is thankful for your gift - especially this revised version - is an understatement. For far too long he had just powered through the inconvenience of being a bit cold most of the time. Now, he had a way to be comfortable, and do his job at the same time. And truthfully, it felt like an absolute game changer. No longer were his fingers and joints stiff and at points struggling to stay as steady as he needed them to. No longer did he have to deal with the gruelling wait of trying and willing his hand to be still for a moment. And no longer does he have to rub his hands together like some neglected waif, he just has to pop his mittens on and just keep on working. They quickly become a stable of the bag he takes to the lab; he rarely ever leaves without them, if ever.

Jayce

You knit Jayce a scarf - only a small one, a first project, but Jayce loves it. When you first hand it to him, he cradles it in his hands as he gazes down at it, almost on the verge of tears. He used to have many pieces like this made for him, by his mother - but as he grew older, they became less frequent. Not that he blamed his mother, of course, he understood that getting older meant there were other responsibilities they both had to perform. But to have a handmade item now, in his hands, he’s overjoyed. It’s simple in its design - just a deep blue, but he loves it. 

He wears the damn thing everywhere he can - during Autumn. Winter, Spring. Any time there’s even the slightest of breezes, out comes the scarf. You find it quite sweet, really, the fact that something so simple was something that meant so much to him. “Well, of course I love it,” Jayce replies when you ask about it, sounding mildly annoyed that you thought he wouldn’t. “You made it for me. You could have thrown it out, frogged it, or donated it… But you didn’t. And I’m… I love you for it. Well, for more than that, but…” He’d laugh quietly at himself. “... You know what I mean.” 

He wears the thing so much, that soon enough - much sooner than he’d have liked - the poor article is starting to fall apart. He’s in denial about it for quite a while, too - he’d rather do anything other than admit to himself that one of his favourite pieces of clothing is coming to the end of it’s time. Eventually he gets to the point where he packs the scarf away - better to have it stored for him to get out from time to time, than for it to completely crumble and have to be thrown away. He sulks for a long time after this, a long time. He misses his scarf. Sure, it’s ‘just a bit of clothing’, but to him it was almost like a part of him at some points. 

So, you make him another one as a surprise. This one is a bit more complex than the last one, with varying colours, and even some tassels on the end. It’s a variety of blues this time - light to dark and back to light again, and quite a bit longer too. And the face that Jayce made when he unwrapped the tissue paper you had put it in? It was so clear to see the more boyish side of him, the one that wasn’t often seen even by you. He held it close to his face for a moment, before all but pouncing onto you and peppering you with kisses and various words of thanks. To say that he’s just a happy man would be the understatement of the year. He absolutely loves the fact that not only did you make a scarf for him once, but you loved him enough to do it again. It truly astounds him, and his heart is set on finding a way to pay back that love. 

[honey-tongued-devil]

▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]

If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!

Jayce:

  - It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm  

  - But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different  

  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions  

  - It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look  

  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day  

  - It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts  

  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second  

Viktor:

  - For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one  

  - He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway  

  - That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet  

  - What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer  

  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you  

  - And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body  

  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them  

  - For the nights when he feels lonelier  

Ekko: 

  - Communism  

  - There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore  

  - The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it  

  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes  

  - Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket  

  - It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it  

  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you 

 

Vander:

  - Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you  

  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by  

  - And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin  

  - “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else  

  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift  

Silco:

  - Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places  

  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them  

  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it  

  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his  

  - That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you  

  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe  

  - “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump  

Jinx:

  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare  

  - She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean  

  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it  

  - It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it  

  - Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable  

Vi:

  - Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed  

  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it  

  - That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month  

  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you  

  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt  

  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to  

  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others  

  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life  

Caitlyn:

  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need  

  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen  

  - So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform  

  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you  

  - It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you  

  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers  

  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often  

Mel:

  - For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you  

  - “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked  

  - It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body  

  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something  

  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless  

  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her  

  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects  

  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare  

  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had  

Sevika:

  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous  

  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders  

  - And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers  

  - It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do  

  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours  

  - But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it  

  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously  

  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable