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Hi friend!

Firstly I want to thank you for your works I’m obsessed! Secondly could you do arcane characters reacting to hitting on male!reader thinking that he’s a girl and maybe they become friends after

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ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ, ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ! ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ <3

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JAYCE

It was a grand affair—a celebration of one of Jayce’s latest and most impressive inventions. The grand hall of Piltover’s prestigious Academy was decorated with opulent chandeliers that reflected the shimmering lights across the room. The air was filled with the hum of excited conversations and the clinking of glasses. Scholars, dignitaries, and innovators mingled, all eager to congratulate Jayce on his latest achievement.

Y/N was there because his parents had been invited, their names etched in the invitation as prominent figures in the academic world. Though he wasn’t particularly fond of such events, he had learned over the years to attend them out of respect. Standing by the edge of the ballroom, Y/N observed the lively atmosphere, his figure blending seamlessly with the well-dressed crowd. His soft curls framed his face, and a polite smile played on his lips as he quietly watched the spectacle unfold.

From across the room, Jayce’s eyes caught a figure standing alone, the way they held themselves—confident, poised—drawing him in. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he excused himself from a group of professors, making his way toward the mysterious person.

"Well, well," Jayce thought to himself. "Looks like I’ll be having a pleasant conversation tonight."

As he approached, Jayce noticed the elegant posture and the way their attire shimmered under the chandelier lights. The mystery person turned slightly, and Jayce, ever the confident and charming inventor, couldn’t resist making the first move.

"Excuse me, miss," he said with a grin, his voice smooth and confident. "I couldn’t help but notice you standing here alone. Might I have the honor of your company for a dance?"

Y/N froze, caught off guard by the sudden address. He turned to face Jayce, eyes wide in surprise. The movement caused his hair to flutter, and Jayce’s grin faltered for a split second as he took in the face before him—more specifically, the lack of makeup, the sharpness of his features, and the unmistakable depth of his voice.

"Wait… You’re not—" Jayce’s words trailed off, realization dawning on him. His face flushed a deep red as he stammered, "Oh, I... I’m so sorry, I assumed—"

Y/N blinked, a surprised chuckle escaping him. "Uh… no. I’m not a ‘miss.’" He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. "I’m actually a guy, Jayce."

Jayce’s expression shifted from embarrassment to laughter, his face turning even redder. "Oh, well… Guess I need to stop assuming things based on appearances, huh?" He chuckled, shrugging. "In my defense, you had that… graceful, almost ethereal vibe going for you. I thought for sure you were—" He stopped himself, realizing how silly he must have sounded.

Y/N grinned, finding Jayce’s flustered reaction more amusing than awkward. "It’s alright. You’re not the first to make that mistake, honestly."

Jayce, now a little more at ease, let out a hearty laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I’m just too used to being surrounded by women at these events." He glanced around at the gathering crowd. "I really should’ve known better."

Y/N gave him an easygoing smile, the earlier tension slipping away. "No harm done. Honestly, it’s kind of funny."

Jayce smiled, his embarrassment turning into amusement. "Well, it seems we’ve got off on the wrong foot. I’m Jayce, by the way," he said, offering a hand.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but shook his hand with a playful smile. "Nice to meet you, Jayce. I’m Y/N."

"Y/N, huh?" Jayce repeated, as if trying the name on for size. "It’s a pleasure. What brings you to such a fancy event? Are you a scholar here too?"

Y/N shrugged, the corners of his lips lifting into a small grin. "My parents were invited. They’re well-known in academic circles, so I kind of had to come along." He glanced around at the crowd. "Not exactly my scene, but here I am."

"Ah, the ever-growing responsibilities of the ‘academic elite,’" Jayce joked with a smile. "I can relate. I spend most of my time in the lab, so these things always feel a bit overwhelming to me too."

Y/N chuckled, the tension between them now completely gone. "Yeah, it’s definitely a bit much. But hey, I can at least appreciate the view."

As they continued to chat, the two quickly found their rhythm, both enjoying the ease with which their conversation flowed. What had started as an awkward misunderstanding had transformed into an unexpected connection.

"So, if you don’t mind me asking," Jayce said after a moment, "what do you do when you’re not at fancy events like this?"

Y/N leaned against the railing, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Mostly I just help my parents out with their work, some research here and there. But I like to take time for myself too—get away from the books when I can."

"Sounds like a good balance," Jayce said, his eyes lighting up. "I could use a little more of that in my life, honestly."

Y/N grinned. "I’m sure you could. You look like the type who never stops working."

Jayce laughed, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping him. "Guilty as charged. But, you know, there’s something nice about having someone to talk to in these kinds of events. I don’t get a lot of that."

Y/N smiled. "Well, I’m glad I could be that person tonight."

Later in the evening, as the event wound down and the last of the guests began to filter out, Jayce raised his glass toward Y/N, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"To new friends," he said with a grin. "And to not judging books by their covers."

Y/N laughed, raising his own glass in return. "I’ll drink to that."

VIKTOR

The quiet hum of machinery and the sharp click of tools filled the air of the Academy’s engineering lab. Y/N stood with his back facing the door, his long hair neatly tied in a bun, a few strands loose and framing his focused face. He was bent over a project, eyes narrowed in concentration as he fine-tuned the intricate gears in front of him.

Viktor, walking down the hallway, was excited to meet the new engineering professor he had heard so much about. His curiosity piqued, he knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside. He hadn’t been prepared for the figure he saw—his first impression was that of a skilled engineer, but what caught his attention more was the delicate, soft silhouette of the person before him.

“Well, well, I must admit I’ve been hearing a lot about you,” Viktor said, his voice smooth and warm. “I’ve seen your work, but it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

Y/N, hearing the voice, stood up and turned around, surprised by the sudden presence. Viktor’s gaze flickered briefly before he smiled, genuinely impressed by Y/N's appearance—there was something elegant in his features. He noticed the long hair, the graceful poise, and the soft demeanour. He didn’t immediately register that the new professor was male. After all, he didn’t often meet young female engineers, especially in a field as demanding as this one.

“Thank you,” Y/N responded with a polite smile. “I’ve been trying to settle in here.”

Viktor, still unaware, continued to approach with a confident stride. He leaned casually against one of the workbenches, his eyes scanning Y/N’s workspace, appreciating the dedication. “Well, I must say you have quite the reputation. Not only are you skilled, but I’ve heard you’re also quite... captivating in the classroom.”

Y/N blinked, a little confused. “Captivating?”

Viktor's smile widened, clearly assuming Y/N was flattered. “Yes, I imagine the students must be rather taken with you, no? A brilliant mind like yours... surely you could charm anyone with just a smile.”

A brief moment of silence hung in the air as Y/N processed Viktor’s words. Then, realizing the mix-up, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Viktor looked at him, brow furrowing slightly. “Oh?”

Y/N paused for a beat, then gave a sheepish smile. “I’m flattered, but I’m actually a man.”

Viktor’s face flushed a little, eyes widening in realization. “Ah! I... I see. I’m terribly sorry. I had no idea—”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and warm. “It’s alright. It happens more often than you’d think, especially with my hair in a bun.”

Viktor’s embarrassment quickly faded, replaced with a chuckle of his own. “Well, I suppose I should be more careful in my assumptions. But... it’s a relief. I’ve always believed that people should be admired for their brilliance, regardless of gender.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating Viktor’s words. “I agree. It’s all about the work we do, not who we are.”

Viktor, now feeling at ease, nodded. “Indeed. Well, it’s still a pleasure to meet you, regardless of my mistake. I can see why people hold you in such high regard. Perhaps we can collaborate on a few projects in the future?”

Y/N’s expression softened, and he extended his hand. “I’d like that. It would be interesting to combine our ideas.”

Viktor shook his hand firmly, smiling warmly as they shared a moment of mutual respect. “Then it’s settled. Let’s create something extraordinary.”

And though the initial confusion had been a little awkward, both Viktor and Y/N knew that their paths had crossed for a reason. The two were not just colleagues; they had the makings of a great partnership—a balance of intellect, wit, and a shared passion for engineering that would see them working together for years to come.

JAYVIK

It was a calm afternoon in the Academy, with the usual hum of activity filling the hallways. Viktor and Jayce stood near the balcony, sipping on tea and discussing various academic matters. Their latest topic was the new professor that had recently joined the team.

Jayce leaned on the railing, looking thoughtful. "You know, I haven't had much chance to really speak with her yet, but I’ve seen her walking around the halls a few times. She’s… stunning."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze meeting Jayce’s. "Stunning? How so?"

Jayce smiled lightly, his eyes lingering on the thought. "Well, she has that... graceful air about her, you know? Her hair always up in that messy bun, her features—so soft, so delicate. There's this elegance in how she carries herself. You’ve seen her, right?"

Viktor nodded slowly, his expression softening as he thought back to the brief glimpses he’d caught of the new professor. "I have. She seems... rather quiet, reserved, but there's something about her presence. I can see why you'd think her... beautiful."

Jayce chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know. She’s definitely the type who could make a room feel lighter just by walking into it."

Viktor turned his gaze back toward the horizon, thoughtfully tapping the edge of his cup. "Hm. It’s a rarity, to see someone with such... understated beauty." He paused for a moment before adding with a hint of curiosity, "I wonder what her story is."

Just as they spoke, a voice came from behind them, catching both of their attention.

"Excuse me."

They both turned around to find the very person they had been discussing—Y/N—standing just a few feet away. Y/N’s long hair was tied up in a messy bun, their features still soft and youthful, but now more striking up close. They looked down at the two of them, slightly startled to be overheard.

Jayce’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. "Oh! Uh—Y/N, I—" He stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Viktor, usually more composed, blinked a couple of times. His usual calm demeanor faltered for a moment, but then he recovered, a faint blush creeping across his face. "I... apologize if we made you uncomfortable."

Y/N’s lips curled into a soft smile, the tension in the air dissipating as they spoke. "It’s alright. I just… overheard something interesting," they said, their voice calm yet warm. The look on their face was unreadable, though there was a certain amusement dancing in their eyes. "So, you think I’m beautiful?"

Both men froze for a moment, realizing the mix-up. Jayce, his face turning a deeper shade of red, sputtered, "I—uh, we didn’t—"

Before either of them could explain, Y/N leaned in slightly, raising an eyebrow playfully. "And here I was, wondering why you two thought I was a woman."

The two men blinked in confusion, their minds racing.

Viktor was the first to speak up, his voice a little more hesitant. "Wait... you’re... not—"

Y/N’s laugh was light, carrying an edge of amusement. "I’m a man, Viktor."

Jayce looked absolutely mortified, but Y/N’s warm, easygoing smile helped ease the tension. "I know I have more feminine features," Y/N said with a chuckle, their voice tinged with self-assuredness. "No harm done though. But… thanks for the compliments."

The two men were still in shock, trying to process everything, but after a moment, Viktor offered a sheepish grin. "Well, then, it seems I owe you an apology as well. It seems our perception of beauty might have led us astray."

Y/N's grin widened, and they gave a slight shrug. "No need for apologies. It’s not the first time I’ve been mistaken for a woman."

Jayce gave a sheepish smile, his awkwardness now replaced by genuine curiosity. "Well, I guess this is one way to get to know the new professor. We should—uh—sit down sometime and chat?"

"Sounds like a good idea," Y/N replied, their smile warm and inviting. "I’d enjoy that."

VANDER

The moonlight cast a soft glow over the dimly lit alleyway, the sounds of the undercity muffled by the thick smoke that lingered in the air. Y/N had always been able to navigate Zaun's rougher streets with relative ease, but tonight, the weight of the day’s troubles pressed on them harder than usual. They tried to keep their head down, walking briskly, but a sudden chuckle caught their attention.

A group of men were leaning against the alley wall, their laughter rising into the cool night air. They eyed Y/N, leering as they exchanged words Y/N couldn’t ignore.

"Hey there, sweet thing," one of the men called, stepping forward with a grin. "Where do you think you're going all alone?"

Y/N stiffened, knowing exactly what kind of trouble this group was looking for. They moved to pass them, but the men stepped into their path, blocking the way.

“Let the lady through, boys,” another man slurred, clearly enjoying the power he thought he had over the situation.

Before Y/N could react, the sound of heavy boots approached from behind. Vander, the towering figure who had built his reputation in Zaun through strength and an unwavering sense of justice, appeared at the other end of the alley. His eyes narrowed when he saw the scene unfold.

“Oi,” Vander’s voice cut through the air, commanding attention. “I suggest you leave the lady alone. It’s not nice to harass people in the streets, is it?”

The men looked up at him, clearly not recognizing the giant figure who’d walked toward them. But Vander’s presence, his powerful build and imposing glare, was enough to make them hesitate.

“Who do you think you are, old man?” one of the men sneered, puffing out his chest.

Vander didn’t flinch. In an instant, he had one of the men by the collar, lifting him off his feet with ease. “I’m the one telling you to get lost.”

With a swift motion, Vander threw the man aside. The others, seeing the display of strength, decided it wasn’t worth sticking around. With grumbled curses and muttered insults, they quickly scattered into the shadows, leaving Y/N standing there, heart racing.

Vander turned to Y/N, offering a warm smile. “Are you alright, miss? These scoundrels don’t know how to treat people properly.”

Y/N, still catching their breath, straightened up. “Yeah… I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

Vander chuckled and gestured toward a nearby tavern, the flickering sign barely visible in the dark. “Come, have a drink with me. I could use the company, and you look like you could use a drink.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the thought of some quiet time sounded good. Besides, this was the first time anyone had actually stood up for them like that. "Alright, I’ll take you up on that," they said, following him toward the door.

The warmth from the hearth mixed with the buzz of conversation in The Last Drop, the familiar sounds of the tavern offering a strange comfort after the tension of the alley. Vander led Y/N to a table near the fire, his massive frame cutting a path through the patrons. He waved over the barkeep, ordering a couple of drinks as he settled into the chair opposite Y/N.

��So, what brings you down these streets, miss?” Vander asked, his voice kind but laced with concern. He thought Y/N was a woman, and there was no mistaking the protectiveness he felt, especially in a place like Zaun. “Zaun’s a dangerous place, especially for someone like you.”

Y/N smiled faintly, taking a deep breath before leaning in a little, feeling the heat of the fire on their face. "Actually… I should probably tell you something."

Vander raised an eyebrow, the gentle concern never leaving his eyes. “Oh?”

Y/N’s grin was sheepish, and they shifted slightly in their seat, gathering the courage to correct him. “I’m not a lady," they said, a quiet laugh escaping their lips. "I’m a guy.”

The room seemed to still for a moment, as Vander blinked in surprise. His brows furrowed as he studied Y/N for a long second, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding, then to amusement. “Wait… what?” His voice carried a mix of surprise and genuine curiosity. “You’re not?”

“Yeah,” Y/N chuckled, their shoulders relaxing as they finally said it. “I know I don’t exactly look the part, but I’m definitely not a lady.”

Vander sat back in his chair, laughing heartily. The sound was a deep rumble that shook the table slightly. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Never thought I’d be the one misjudging someone in the streets.” He winked, his tone teasing but still warm. “Guess that means I owe you a second round on the house.”

Y/N chuckled, the earlier tension dissipating as they met Vander’s easy-going gaze. The kindness in his eyes, even after the mix-up, was a stark contrast to the harsh world outside.

“Well," Y/N raised their glass, "here’s to not judging a book by its cover.”

“To not judging a book by its cover,” Vander agreed, clinking his glass against Y/N’s.

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