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One of your DM anons! Can I request Arcane Characters just react to a physically affectionate person? Like they aren't dating (yet) and they praise and give like head pats or things like that? (Kinds wanna see what you do with Silco! + other characters of your choosing). (Gn!reader)

Characters Reacting to A Physically Affectionate Reader

Content Tag(s): Fluff, General Mentions of violence, basic Arcane plot warning? Injections, Insecure Reader

Pairing(s): Silco || Vander || Viktor || Jayce || (x GN!Reader, Separately)

A/N: Gifs were found in the Tumblr archive and credited! <3. GENERAL SPOILERS AS WELL. + Upon further edit of request, characters have been chosen to be all male. If this does good and people like this there will be a P2. (Sorry in advance for my spelling mistakes!)

Marcus Version

(I had my favorites with writing these.)

SILCO.

It was already common knowledge that you were softer compared to the entirety of Zaun. It made people wonder why the practical devil of the place even allowed you to join his posse.

You weren't as strong as the others, never confrontational and whenever you did throw a punch- it hurt you more than it did them.

So why exactly? What did you have to offer Silco to be part of his team?

You didn't know exactly... Sure, you tinker here and there, you're able to give Sevika arm and Jinx's gadgets small positives... (You sorts of stray from giving Jinx upgrades for obvious reasons.) —You also have some medical knowledge but nothing to be out of the extraordinary.

It made you grow insecure over time. It felt as if you needed to be something more to stay alive in this world, especially now with a target on your back... The number of times you would've been snatched if you weren't with the group is insane... You truly owe Sevika a lot, she tends to tell you not to mention it and is fine with being repaid in a game of cards. (She sorta stopped doing that when she figured out you were always able to call out her bluffs and win. You both still have a good friendship though.)

You had entered Silcos’ office with his command, hands delicate with closing the aged door. You could tell he was prioritizing on his injection to focus on you in that moment, which you didn’t mind. It was a human necessity for him, there’s no reason for you to interrupt.

However, the longer you watched, the more frustrated Silco got. You know Jinx helps him with his injections quite often, so he’s grown strange to doing it himself. His arms and hands altering in awkward ways, none of the positions being right.

“Do you need help?”

The words formed without much thought, the flash of fire and ice causing your blood to burst. You knew that Silco didn’t seem to enjoy your touches as much as others may have (you gave his arm squeeze before while he was frustrated and the look he gave you felt like offense, since then you stopped standing close to him/giving physical attention)— it’s stupid for you to think he’d let you do such a valuable thing… right?

“Yes… I do.”

His words caused your apology to run short, trailing off with a light break of a lost word…

You were eventually in front of him, hands fumbling with the gadget a bit as the eyes focused on your movements.

Silco’s hands lightly scratched at the arms of his chair as he assessed you. You’ve always been a nervous thing… You may be quiet half of the time and gentle but he knows you have a mean bark. It has a tone that caused even him to still for a moment upon first hearing it… and that look you had on your face that day. It was feral, protective, captivating…

That wasn’t the first day Silco felt captivated by you though. Yes- he played a risky game allowing you into his life but he doesn’t regret it. You get along with everyone well and have them to protect you… You’re like a gem- or a light in the cave of bats. That’s how he’s seen you through the days and weeks. A light that wasn’t loud or annoying— just there for days of sunbathing and warm hugs. Ones he’s seen you give quite frequently to those around him.

Silco didn’t retrieve from his thoughts until a warmth invaded his right cheek. The sudden touch made his eyes widen and catch yours just as quickly as they did when you asked to help… and just like before, the gaze made you retract, eyes ever so soft. As if his skin was hurting you. But– Silco believed it was because you were scared, maybe terrified of his appearance up close. That made him slightly fill with anger.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice was laced with a light sting, fingers trapping your wrist to stay put. “No! No. I just— I forgot you don’t like me touching you- I just didn’t know how to, do it without.”

Tensing moments pulsed through you. Silco being able to feel your quickening heartbeat from your pulse, you little anxiety ball… He always tried to be careful around you, knowing that one dramatic movement can cause you to stumble away or hide behind the others. As if he’d lay a harming hand onto you… That made him angry for the first time but it grew obvious it didn’t matter who did it, you still feared they’d hit you.

His silent guidance was your reassurance, placing your hand back onto his face and lifting his chin for better access. This time, all his looks felt more calculated for you, as he wanted you to understand he truly needed your assistance with this… And as quick as a mouse the pain electrocuted through him in an aggressive wave, his hand clinging to your wrist as he endures the pain. This time around it felt longer— it, somehow didn’t hurt as much though. So he was fine with the way your hands comforted the sides of his face, even his scarred side and whispered to him. Your alluring voice being there between the high and low of the injection, your newly kneeled position giving him a comfortable position to stare at you in his daze.

Did it always feel so fuzzy? Your hands all over his face in gentle touches, soothing his skin and slicking back his hair. All of this complimented by your gentle voice and looks of true care and worry for him. It was addicting to him. It made the after-pain grossly durable as he leaned against one of your hands until he became awake. Even then, he had faked his drowsiness to have an excuse to keep you close, allow your scent of your favorite smell to be remembered and shared with his cologne. To mix into a gentle potion so the both of you can part ways while still feeling close… This is what Silco has been feeling for long weeks. He wondered why and how you pulled him into this spell. The one that made him a practical mad man whenever someone dared to put a proposition on the table for you. As if you were on the market in the first place… That’s why he needed you by his side— because there’s bad people here. There’s bad people…

From that day on, you were to give him his injections if Jinx wasn’t there. As his daughter also found it common to do them.

When she learned that you had also begun helping Silco, she didn’t take it easy. That was expected because of those voices she experience. However, after some more reassurance and Jinx remembering how much you’ve helped her in feeling normal; she became accustomed to it. Even offered you to do them when she was there sometimes.

Silco never voice too much in his feelings to your help, but it was obvious to you he was thankful. Always enjoying the way you raked your fingers through his hair, no matter if it was done, he loved it. It’s suffocating his touch-starved he could be with you, if you go a day or two without being near him he gets a bit snappy to others. (It feels like he’s having a withdrawal.)

That being said, be sure to give him some affection throughout the day, for the sake of everyone’s safety and Silco’s health. As he no longer glares at you or feels like it’s a bad thing, even when you feel like you shouldn’t be there he’ll want you in the meeting. Depending on who the patron is will cause alters in your forms of attention, if someone intimidated you Silco will allow you to sit with your back facing them, holding onto his arm and staring past the glass… Other times you just stand at his side or on his lap. That is a bit more rare for both of you with an audience. It’s something more private and closer, no need to share that with some random nobodies.

He actually took you to that meeting with Sevika, as no one was at the bar to properly protect you. Plus, that gold jaw had pissed him off multiple times with trying to make advances towards you… Even when you were one of the firsts to put on a mask, you had to deal with some of the air in your lungs. Silco was- apologetic as you coughed and smiled, saying it was alright and things of the same.

VANDER.

Vander is already a Big Teddy. He’s never been harsh with affection to those he was close to, especially to his kids. (Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clogger. Ekko too but he has Benzo!)

Even with his gentle exterior to a lot of people around him, including the new worker, you strayed your affections away from him. He didn’t really think about it, as he always loved seeing the way you would interact with the kids.

They were a bit wary with you the first time around, but it seemed as if the tough exterior fell the day you came in with presents. It wasn’t anyones birthday or an event so it was completely unprovoked and unexpected… Powder had been the one to break the ice and open her present first- which she let out a small screech of excitement. It has a variety of fresh markers and paints, all of which that glowed. Along with some gadgets and scraps that she could put together on her own time.

(Jinx would keep all that stuff as she got older, even if she ran out of it. She kept all your stuff. :,))

The openings was followed by Mylo and Clogger, then Vi. Everyone throughly enjoying their gifts and some (playfully) fighting over some. As you were able to get Vi tickets to this fight show an old friend held, you knew how Vander would get so it was actually ‘box’ seats with the best view. The safest option for a place as such.

Vander probably fell in love there.

You had got him a gift as well, a necklace with two photos of him and the kids. He was REALLY happy to get that, gave you a good ole hug. ‘Jokingly’ asked where you were in the photo, which you also laughed at… but he was a bit serious if not really serious. He wanted you to be in one of the photos- your part of the family.

With how you reacted he dropped it for a bit. Being able to enjoy the laughter of the children and the overall life you brought to his already lively bar.

Overtime you became more affectionate with him, light rubs on the back or touches on his arm here and there. There was a time you even massaged his hand when you felt all the callouses. It was nice. Whenever he’s sitting down you’ll ruffle his hair when you walk past.

Grayson had dropped by for her monthly visit, enjoying a drink with Vander with her new freshie (Marcus). The said man giving the pure ‘stench’ of an adolescents who didn’t truly understand what and who ran the underground… a Piltover snob basically…

It was the first day Grayson ever met you, and you two hit it off pretty easily. It grew painfully obvious very quickly that you were a gentle soul in a wretched land. She wasn’t a bit surprised when you had messed up the Hounds hair, Vander laughing before ‘yelling’ at you about messing up his “luscious hair.”

The amount of silent happiness she had for Vander was immeasurable. The woman is no idiot and understands how well the existence of Vander holds together the underground, knowing he has a possible flower with him makes her content. Plus? Your nice to everyone, even those enforcers who tried to force their way past you. Grayson being the one to come to your saving and allow you to breathe. Despite your known personality, it looked as if you were ready to kick those enforcers to a pulp, or at least try.

Marcus wasn’t the entirety same though. Sure, you were nice to him, didn’t give him any type of ‘tone’ and offered him a drink or a dish... (as you became the cook of the bar) It was conflicting to the boy in general on how someone like yourself was surviving in this hell. He assumed you were from Piltover originally, running to Zaun for some reason. Gosh, that talk? The anger that brought Zander? Something forever to linger in the back of Marcus’ head.

“Why did you run from Piltover? Was someone threatening you? You don’t have to stay here, people are able to protect you from whatever Zaunite is threatening you.”

It was horrendous. His words were unprovoked and random when you had placed the food down for the old friends. His words made you feel ill, your stomach entangling tight knots. Did you seem unhappy with your home? Is this why he assumed you weren’t always in Zaun? Yeah, this place is bad and you gotta have tough skin, but it doesn’t mean you HAVE to treat people harshly...

“What did you say?”

Vander was looming behind you, glaring to the boy as Grayson raised her brows. Only to shrug it off and enjoy some of the meal you prepared, thinking it’d be best to enjoy and compliment your dish to get you out of all the needed drama.

Needless to say, Marcus learned to keep his mouth shut from then, never to talk about your possible unhappiness in the place you strive to take care of.

Despite Vander standing up for you in the situation, there was a couple moments of you scolding him on his behavior.

He understood why you felt the way you did and apologized, it was authentically a bad feeling to be scolded by you. It made Vander feel like a child again.

Luckily you caught on and just held his face, forcing him to look at you and listen to your delicate words. Ones he’d forever cherish because of how nice they sounded. In all honesty, he cherished the entire moment as you had hugged him.

A long hug.

Your fingers massaging his scalp as his arms rested carefully around your frame, content.

He tends to ask you for back or head scratches after that. As he thoroughly enjoys how nice it feels on him.

VIKTOR.

In an expected way, you and Viktor had met through Professor Hemindinger. You were actually his assistant before Viktor, only leaving Piltover to study medicine elsewhere and expand your knowledge of the medical field.

Viktor had seen you in photos that Hemindinger had showed him, however, he didn’t really connect the dots that you were the one in the photo upon first appearance. You weren’t a mess— quite the opposite actually. The attire you wore seemed rich in touch, perfectly fit to your frame to your comfort and to compliment the places you wished. In no way did it seem as if you were wearing these clothes to boast about your wealth. As compared to those of the council or just overall in Piltover, you dressed for your comfort.

After you settled in you learned about the advancements of this— “Hextech.” Viktor seeing the obvious cues you portrayed with your disliking to this. With your further explanations he truly understood where you came from. It’s not that you do not wish to help, it’s simply that you have a belief. Magic that is not natural should not be mettled with by humans.

This didn’t mean you had changed his entire agenda. It grew a light conflict between the two of you for a while, but it didn’t poison too much. Being a doctor you were particularly helpful around the lab, for the sake of Viktors’ need of breaks and food. He was envious of it. As you had set boundaries of when you would push his buttons during specific times as well. If he’d fight you on taking a break you’d pull his chair away from the Hexcore, both of your legs finding room for each other.

The action to you was so much of getting his attention on you. Which worked. It did, but it made him flustered through it. The way you were gentle but stern at the same time. And when you weren’t sharing words? You’d walk past and lightly brush your hand against the back of his neck or head, the action making him go goldfish brain the first couple times it had happened.

Light sparks mirrored on Viktors’ googles whilst he worked, hands being delicate and careful with his calculated actions. Everything was going well— then a delicate brush ran along the back of his head. It sent immediate chills through his body, along with a light sensation of satisfaction.

The tools he held lightly tumbling out of his hands as he frantically looks behind him. His shielded eyes wide at your concerned face, hand delicately brushing against his cheekbone.

“Are you alright…?"

He wasn’t sure how to feel. He knew he didn’t hate this- he didn’t hate the way you touched him. Not pulling away at the man but allowing further warmth to poison his body. Practically healing him from any light discomfort that he had from being hunched over his desk all day. From the looks of it too? You didn’t seem to think your actions were abnormal.

“No- nothing…”

Viktor spared a soft smile before looking away, feeling as your fingertips gradually slipped off his skin, but your presence still remained behind.

“Take a break soon.”

You spared him another brush, walking off with only the click of your shoes. Viktor having to focus his attention on the sound, the breath he held in heaving out with a force as his face was invaded with absolute warmth. Pure fluster.

Viktor was actually jealous a bit when he noticed that you’d give Jayce some physical affection too. But, as he did further investigations he noticed the differences you had between people or specific intentions. With Viktor you were much more intimate, in a way of out of patient/professionalism treatment. Your fingers rested longer through his locks and his own, as you’d often help message and stretch out his hands and fingers after a long day. Something that Viktor didn’t think was a needed thing. It’s hard for him to sleep without a message now. As his hands ache without the light love you give them before his rest.

He felt as if it was a foolish thing at first. Only noticing that his health and overall mood had changed for the better thanks to your existence. The way your hands were just, there. Every small touch lifting his heavy burdens and sleepless nights off his shoulders.

The man was so embarrassed when he woke up in your arms, you had made a makeshift little bed out of a couple of chairs. cushions and blankets. His head was against your chest, hands on his head and back. The position had caused a light ache in his tailbone but he couldn’t complain and went back to sleep.

(Hemindinger and Jayce had walked into you two napping, Hemindinger very content with what he was seeing and quietly giggling as he toddled off. Jayce would make fun of him of it later while Poro had actually stayed to get some sleep with you two.)

JAYCE.

Question marks all the time. He just “???” with a titled head and a slightly puppy dog look everytime you ruffle his hair.

In all honestly, he was taken aback when you first started to show your affection and praise. Sure, he was used to being boasted about, but just randomly through the day like you do to him? It just makes him stand there as he watches you walk off.

He would ask Viktor about it, who would raise a brow at the man who was practically a mess as he paced the room. It was weird for anyone to be seeing the way he was reacting for the man he is. Especially for the man he is, no one doesn’t expect that he does get some physical affection.

When Hemindinger finally asked him, Jayce voiced about how he has had physical advances but not random and ‘cute’ little ones that you gave him. They were random and felt more meaningful then the intention of wanting something.

Jayce would wait everyday on the clock for you to come in and give him a light attention. It was something that started to get him through his day and made his imaginary tail wag for hours. And hey, if his day got bad you’d always know and randomly appear to help him. Hugs, head pats and back rubs— you’d give him the whole package whenever he needed it.

But like clockwork, you entered, drinks’ in hand and serving them to the boys with a complimentary head pat. However, Jayces’ was more of a ruffle, his eyes slightly closing as he smiled at the touch with a light ‘thanks.’

You’d usually leave right after this, but Jayce decided he’d hold you captive here for a little while, using the excuse that he needed a fresh pair of eyes. That was a total lie and Viktor knew that well, only deciding to keep quiet for Jayce’s ego.

If Mel was showing her interest in Jayce, you’d politely back off and stop with this. You sorta liked Jayce but if someone was more confident and possibly fit in a relationship with a man such as him, you would choose not to be a homewrecker.

Jayce was confused about your distancing though, wondering why you’d only show affection to others and stray away from him. If felt as if he was a disease or poisonous to you now.

Upon confronting you, he found out about everything you felt. Finding it a little heartbreaking to even think about ruining a possible relationship for him, even if he wanted to be in one with you. (Which you didn’t know nor did he voice.)

Yes, Mel was attractive, and he’s thought about some things with her. But overtime he felt bad due to the lost of you. He’d voice his discomfort with Mel and she’d (“kindly”) back off. There was some sort of rivalry with you and her but you tried your best not to think too much of it.

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