Would you be willing to write some Draven Romance Headcanons 👉👈
I have no idea how this has become a Draven blog but yanno what, I can’t be mad, ya’ll Draven simps are creative and sweet
So FUCK IT WE BALL brb I’m gonna go read some of his lore so I know what the fuck I’m doing
Alright I’m back I read some of his lore here ya go
Draven X Reader Headcanons
Draven has always been confident in himself, since he was a child, and he has always sought out those who can match that energy. He surrounds himself in those who will sing his praises, and challenges anyone who questions his right to fame, but surprisingly, he grew attached to you; someone who had just as much confidence in yourself as he does.
He thought you were another arrogant combatant in the arena, laughing at the smirk he saw on your face as you laced up your boots in the armory.
But he was shocked, when you actually fought, that you were just as good as you thought you were. He still beat you, but unlike his other victims, he offered you a hand up as you lay bloody and beaten.
He offered to buy you a drink afterwards, exchanging fighting tips, offering to spar, and being pleasantly surprised once more when you managed to both sing his praises while building yourself up. He found it attractive; someone like him.
From then on, you sparred together, training all hours of the day. When you weren’t training or in the arena, you found yourself accompanying him to the banquets and parties that he attended. Despite the important guests there, Draven never found a need to “act proper”, nearly getting the two of you in trouble with many Noxian officials on more than one occasion.
But the more time you spent with him, the more you grew to adore his rowdy personality. He loved being praised, adored, being told how stunning he was. While all that bravado was real, he put it on a little more in public than in private. When you were alone, you noticed that his cheek would twitch when you complimented; the tiniest little slip of his mask; it felt like it really meant something when it was coming from you.
He didn’t like to let this mask slip, but he would do it for you, sometimes. You could notice it when you caressed his face, or said something sweet about him when you weren’t thinking about it. That cheek twitch, a slight softness to his gaze for a split second, would tell you that his heart skipped a beat.
Still the ever confident performer, he was really fast with courting you. Everyone likes him, everyone loves him, so surely you did too, right? He started introducing you as his partner without any formal discussion after you’d spent enough time together. He liked you, you liked him, it was simple from his perspective. If you asked to talk about it, he’d be confused.
“You want to be with me right? I want to be with you, what’s there to talk about?” And he’d scoop you up, showing you off like one of his many trophies.
I hope you enjoy! I haven’t written in a little while, but let me know if you’d like a part two!
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Draven is a mall Santa visited by two winter spirits , he loves the attention that comes with being Santa for those few days a year but he doesn’t actually wanna do any you know work.
Veigar wishes to just disrupt braum’s attempts to be selfless again. Braum always tries to life men like draven out of their selfish cowardly ways but they don’t actually change at all. He’s supposed to punish people on the naughty list, the number of bad people in the world hasn’t changed, just the amount of people who actually had shame for it.
Funny haha shenanigans ensue, pass the drag draven. It’s going to be a long Christmas
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