Hi 😊 I wanted to ask if you could do sleep headcanons with their s/o for Aphelios, Hwei, Zaahen, Viego and Swain? Have a nice day/night 🩷
I get so happy when I see requests with Zaahen! Even more so when it’s such an adorable theme. I hope you like it ❤️
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Sleep Headcanons
APHELIOS / HWEI / SWAIN / VIEGO / ZAAHEN
❈ Warnings: no one ~
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────≫ Aphelios
🌖 This boy often has many night missions, so Aphelios’ sleep schedule is somewhat inverted. His rest usually comes when the sun rises.
Even though this costs you most nights spent at his side, you gain the advantage of being able to enjoy naps with him at any time during the day.
🌖 Aphelios is a delight to sleep with. Quiet, barely moves, no snoring—just deep yet silent breathing, light and steady. It’s irresistible not to wake up before him and spend a few minutes simply watching him: so beautiful with a serene, relaxed expression, without the usual tension from training and missions, without the lines of pain caused by the poison he uses to communicate with Alune during missions.
🌖 In contrast to the heavier clothes and coat he usually wears, weighed down by lunar accessories, Aphelios sleeps wearing only loose pants and a sleeveless shirt, usually white.
🌖 He doesn’t mind sleeping while cuddling, although at first he gets a little awkward. Where should he put his arms? One arm has gone numb—now what? He doesn’t want to move and wake you.
And even after getting used to suddenly waking up with you napping at his side, Aphelios will rarely be the one to pull you into an embrace; usually, it’s you who moves first and hugs him.
🌖I know—it may seem natural to imagine Aphelios as the smaller spoon, but think about it. He grew up with only Alune as family, seen by everyone as a weapon. Aphelios isn’t used to the naturalness of physical touch, and he feels uncomfortable when you hug him from behind, where he can’t see your face, your expression—as if you were the shield protecting him from the world.
No.
This man thinks differently: he believes he should be the one holding you, guarding your back. So even if you’re the one who initiates the cuddling when you go to sleep, nestling against his chest, it’s Aphelios who immediately wraps himself around you—not with force—firmly, yes, but enough for you to breathe comfortably. And only when he notices your deep, steady breathing does Aphelios allow himself to rest his lips against the top of your head, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo—not quite to kiss, but simply to rest his face there, one arm supporting you, the other gently holding your hand beneath the sheets wrapped around you both.
(usually, something like this)
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────≫ Hwei
🖌️ Here, love will be put to the test, because Hwei’s sleep is restless; he wakes several times during the night, moves around a lot, and every now and then sleepwalking makes an appearance.
It’s no wonder this man lives with dark circles under his eyes.
🖌️ Every so often, when he wakes like that and you don’t, Hwei quietly slips out of the bedroom, carefully adjusting the blankets over you and pressing the softest kiss he can to your forehead — and I say softest because his lips are trembling and cold from turbulent dreams. He knows it isn’t easy for you, so Hwei goes to another room of the house, waiting there until the colors in his mind fall silent and the memories stop scratching at him; that’s why, on those mornings, you find him sleeping awkwardly on the couch or somewhere else in the atelier.
🖌️ But don’t worry; just as roses aren’t made of thorns alone, nights with Hwei aren’t all painted with torment and memories of flames. He likes to tell you some of his life stories, of his time at the Koyehn temple, with you lying against his chest while Hwei, leaning back against the headboard, lets his magic bring shapes to life, coloring the air like paint as his eyes take on serene, delicate hues — his emotions following the tones of the living painting in the air like water flowing along the gentle current of a river.
Hwei knows he’s influencing your smile and your state of mind, so all of his focus stays right there, on you and on the imagination coming to life before your eyes, slowly stroking your arm while keeping you entertained with the shapes and his voice.
🖌️ You’re usually the bigger spoon, holding him from behind when you lie down together, burying your face there, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest; Hwei doesn’t say anything, but it’s his nighttime therapy — the moment when he feels safe knowing he won’t get lost inside himself. You’re there, your arms wrapped around him with trust and tenderness, and then he needs nothing else.
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────≫ Swain
🐦⬛ Swain seems to have a deep sleep, but don’t be fooled. It is as if the ravens stand watch while he rests, which is why, in the middle of the night, when you shift away in order to get up and fetch a glass of water, you almost immediately feel the gentle pressure of Swain holding your wrist, already sitting up.
— Allow me to get it, my dear.
And he does not wait for your answer. Swain personally goes to fetch the glass of water for you.
Oh, no. Do not let the poison of Noxian high society contaminate these nighttime moments: Swain does not wish to limit your movements, nor control your steps; he simply takes pleasure in being gentlemanly enough that his woman may remain where she is, comfortable beneath the sheets still warmed by the heat of both of you.
🐦⬛ He enjoys sleeping with the windows open, allowing the moonlight to illuminate the room as though it were wrapped in heavy, silver metal. Perhaps you might feel worried at first — after all, shouldn’t someone like Swain fear invasions?
But Swain carries one of the primordial demons, so, well, no. He is not even slightly concerned about unforeseen events like that; he has everything under control — literally.
🐦⬛ He almost always wears long-sleeved sleepwear and long pants, made of a dark, soft fabric, though heavier than usual (something like that). However, he would frequently gift you sleepwear with thinner straps and silk fabric, as Swain takes a quiet delight in the contrast of your vulnerability before him, in the trust of allowing yourself to be so exposed in your sleep. Furthermore, it makes you remain closer against him, comfortably curled beneath the covers, the warmth keeping you heated coming mainly from Swain’s body.
🐦⬛ He usually reads something before going to sleep. Nothing exactly light — generally something about politics, military strategies, historical facts, that sort of thing. Swain laughs and pulls you onto his lap whenever you complain about him “bringing work into the bedroom” or “working late into the night.”
🐦⬛ Swain has absolutely nothing against personal space, sleeping alone, each of you staying on your own side of the bed, that sort of thing. However, he certainly prefers having you held against him, and Swain is not bound to the idea of waiting for you to give any sign or move closer for it: he lies down beside you and pulls you to himself without hesitation, as if it were a natural order of the universe that you sleep wrapped in his arms.
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────≫ Viego
👑 I honestly can’t imagine Viego sleeping. I mean—why would his current body even need that kind of rest cycle?
Maybe the first time you ask him will feel strange, having to say it out loud. Viego, when he notices you approaching awkwardly, searching for more direct words since the “indirect hints” weren’t quite getting through to him, simply smiles once he finally understands.
-It would be my pleasure, my queen.
👑 However, Viego’s body temperature is below normal. It is cold to sleep beside him, because what emanates from his body is not warmth, but the chill of the Black Mist—which, though more contained when you’re near, still makes its presence known through the low temperature.
👑 This worries Viego, because he can no longer imagine being without you, while at the same time he’s distressed by the shivers he causes you—even when you’re under the blankets on your own and he’s holding you from over them.
Oh, dear. Here, I don’t quite know how you’ll overcome this obstacle. A fireplace in your bedroom? Viego getting up from time to time so that his human warmth can stabilize again beneath the covers? Some ancient magic he’ll hunt down so that you won’t suffer because of this?
The point is: no, Viego will not give up any intimacy with you because of this inconvenience. You will find a way. Viego is very persistent when he wants something—and you already know that.
👑 Viego likes to watch you sleep. No matter how much you complain about this habit of his, Viego won’t stop contemplating you when sleep cradles you and leaves behind a relaxed, serene expression—lips slightly parted, you pressed against him as you seek warmth to fight the cold that, ironically, comes from him. Viego can spend hours like this, barely noticing time pass, slowly caressing your cheek, lost in memories and thoughts, letting the distorted, obsessive love that makes him so devoted to you flow freely within him.
👑 He most definitely made sure there was a vanity in the bedroom you share, and he often watches you from a corner or leaning against the doorway while you get ready for bed.
👑 Well, since he doesn’t sleep, there’s no such thing as “space” between the two of you. Viego stays wrapped around you, always at your back, for the entire duration of the night.
And he prefers it that way—always behind you, always the bigger spoon, always making sure you’re there in his arms, that you won’t leave him.
👑 Viego also tends to whisper words of love while you’re asleep. He knows you’re sleeping, and somehow his sixth sense always tells him when you’re only pretending, just to hear him. In that case, Viego doesn’t hold back. He keeps declaring his love to you, low and intimate in your ear, occasionally punctuating it with soft kisses to your neck and nape.
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────≫ Zaahen
🤎 He doesn’t need to sleep — he’s a Darkin; honestly, I don’t believe they need sleep the way we do, not after the whole process of ascension followed by the fall / corruption of the Void — but after the usual hesitation, he always gives in to your request to lie down with you.
🤎 It’s not that he doesn’t want moments like this — quite the opposite — but Zaahen is still a Darkin, still carries corruption within himself, and the fight against it is constant. And a human so close, so fragile, so available, so vulnerable… everything inside him screams for your blood, while at the same time you are the most important living being in his life.
🤎 Zaahen knows it isn’t right to be there, comfortable on a soft bed with you sleeping deeply in his arms, lulled by the instinctive, automatic affection he gives you — yet Zaahen always ends up drawn back into this situation again, even after vowing to fight to keep his distance.
-Please, Zaahen… -My little one… I am an evil, not a… source of comfort.
As he speaks, his hand rests against your cheek, his gaze fixed on your tilted face there, knowing that your adorable expression had already convinced him.
🤎 He is warm. Zaahen’s body temperature is higher than a human’s, so you’ll have to give up any blankets whenever he is lying with you.
🤎 Often, after you have already fallen into a deep sleep, Zaahen stands in front of the window, lost in thought and wandering reflections; yes, he’s staring at the horizon, but every fiber of his attention and instincts is focused on you lying peacefully behind him, trusting him — and that is what gnaws at him from within.
So easy to simply give in to that inner voice that made all his brothers fall… But no — not when the target was you. Just the memory of your voice, of your touch genuinely filled with love for him, was enough for Zaahen to clench his fists. He would never let even a single drop of your blood be spilled, even if it meant violently suppressing himself from the inside every single day.
That dark force was once capable of bringing down fallen gods, hundreds of his brothers succumbed to it — yet somehow, it knelt before the love of a human.
Yes. He was lost.
🤎 He barely moves the entire time he lies with you; you’ll settle against his chest at the beginning of the night, and in the morning, when you wake up, you’ll still be in the same position — only more slanted and fitted against him — while Zaahen remains exactly the same.
🤎 He likes to speak softly with you about deep matters: the human soul, good and evil, things like that. His fingers idly comb through your hair, the conversation flowing slowly and intimately, him truly attentive to what you think — even though you are clearly very sleepy, already practically asleep, nestled against him.
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Bigger than I intended? Yeah. But some themes, once they start flowing, just won’t stay contained within 200 words.
❤️🌖Hope you enjoyed!🌖❤️
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