#mel headcanons

"ah ah, eyes on me, darling. i wanna see your pretty face."

mel cooed, her free hand coming up to gently pull your face out of the pillow you had it buried in. her other hand was... occupied, currently two fingers deep in your pussy while you let out quiet whimpers of pleasure.

"louder. c'mon, you sound so pretty for me, baby, don't hide." she says softly, hand still working inside you as she roughens her thrusts. that draws a moan from you, your eyes still on hers as you arch your back. she's purposefully avoiding your g-spot, you knew that– she did that often. mel liked hearing you beg, she wouldn't give you what you wanted until she heard your whiny voice asking for it.

mel found it cute how embarrassed and flustered you got. she liked whenever she saw your face flush right after you let out a particularly loud moan, or how red it got after she–

did that. stopped fucking you just so she could lick your wetness off her fingers. you couldn't help but turn your face, burying it in the pillow again. you hear mel giggle, then feel the familiar touch of her fingers grazing your cheek.

"what did i tell you, baby? look at me. don't make me stop."

"no! no, no, no, i'm sorry. please don't stop." you begged, head immediately turning, your eyes finding hers. you were getting teary, your hands grasping the sheets as you got more desperate. the feeling of being empty was hitting you, you needed her.

"mel, baby, please- need you so bad. wanna cum for you, need it-" you were just rambling now, cut off by a high pitched whine whenever mel roughly shoved two fingers back into you. she picked up a steady pace, leaning down to kiss over your neck. it wasn't long before she was sucking hickeys into your neck, your head thrown back as she traced down your body- marking you from your neck down to your stomach.

you gave up on muffling yourself by now, head thrown back as your back arched. any words you tried to say were incomprehensible, even more so whenever you felt mel's other hand come to rub circles on your clit. it didn't take long for her to have you gripping at her shoulders as you came.

your body shuddered with your orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as you went stiff. mel stayed in the position she was in, taking her hand off of your clit so she could hold herself up. her other hand was slowly pumping in and out, helping you ride out your orgasm. she didn't stop until you pushed her hand away, flopping down and staring at the ceiling.

"you okay, honey?" mel asked, her voice quiet as she kept her eyes on you.

"yeah... god, mel, i love you." you turn onto your side to stare back at her.

"i love you too, so much. let's get you in the bath though, yeah?"

— VI

sweets

sugar

babe (ironically at first, but then it sticks)

muffin (if you were the rebound 💔)

her voice always cracks in the middle of the petname when you look up at her fondly in response.

— JINX

toots

trinket

snookums (as a joke)

honey (but only when saying “Honey!! I’m home <3” a tad satirically)

honestly will call you anything that’s even slightly funny. Likes to get creative with it too, you’ll never hear her use the same petname twice unless it has a good kick to it.

— CAITLYN

my love

darling

dear/dearest

only calls you petnames in the quiet moments between you two

— MEL

darling

beloved/my beloved

hun/honey (she thinks she’s funny)

a shorter variation of your name

always says these petnames with such care and gentleness

— SEVIKA

sugar

doll

pet

she’s not too big on nicknames, prefers to call you by name unless you’re in private

ARCANE MASTERLIST !

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. 

~👑Mel👑~

“So…you’re telling me that you don’t feel like a girl and you were born in the wrong body, so that would make you transgender?”

“I mean yeah…”

“Oh okay so, I already knew that.”

She already knew it when you first met but she wanted to keep it a surprise from yourself since it would be spoilers about yourself is she would like to call it.

Mel’s really happy that you trust her enough to come out, so for a reward for your upmost outstanding courage…she would give you a pat on the back and a big o’ hug

She is more than excited to help you with your transition if you want her to! Help you cut your hair shorter and help you save enough money for your top surgery!

If anyone misgenders you on purpose she would beat the living shit out of them in a heartbeat, just give her the word and she’ll do it!

~🍞Breadhead🍞~

“So uh…yeah I’m trans..!”

“Okay! :D”

“You don’t know what that means do you?”

“Nope!”

Bless Breadhead’s heart. He is very confused but he has the spirit though, he has the spirit and a lot of it too for sure!

Doesn’t understand what transgender is but it seems really personal to you so that means you trust him with something really personal makes him really happy!

He would ask some of his fellow co-workers, Mel or Ken about transgender stuff so he could understand better and respect what you go as

Breadhead is basically the “his pronouns are they/them” meme whenever someone misgenders you and you almost laugh anytime when he tries to correct whoever his misgenders you but fails hilariously

~🚬Mud🚬~

“So I’m a trans man now and…I hope you understand how I feel about this part of my identity.”

“…anything else you want to tell me about?”

“W-wait you’re not gonna…you know…?”

“…just take this bag of scarabs to pay for that top surgery.”

He doesn’t really mind you being trans at all so he gives you scarabs for you to get top surgery and that is the only thing that he’ll do for you.

It looks like he doesn’t care but he’s really glad that you’re this open with him about your gender identity

He would give you some clothing advice here and there like what outfit is too feminine for you and such, but would tell you that the colors don’t really matter so you’re free to choose any color of clothing you like!

Naturally says “hey dumbass that’s a man you’re talking to.” In the most passive aggressive tone and gets up to whoever his misgendering you’s face

~🔪Ken The Butcher🔪~

“So you feel like you were born in the wrong body?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on. I know a guy who can get you the surgery.”

Understands how you feel about yourself and pretty willing to give you much support as you need

Proud of you that you trust him enough to come out and just like unlike Mel with a hug too he’ll give you a pat on the back for your courage but not a hug unfortunately.

But like Mel he’s willing help you with getting the your top surgery need to complete your transition to being a guy if you want him to that is.

Had a sign that said “no insults to staff or allies of Ken The butcher( only Ken the butcher is allowed to insult his staff and allies)” but you said it was a little bit embarrassing for you so he got rid of it, what? Ken’s just trying to look out for any assholes who misgenders you.

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