Check my bio. Wanna know if my ask box is open? It's going to be in my bio. Even if it says closed, you can send the ask, just don't expect a swift reply.
Details are everything. The more details you can give me in an ask, the more custom I can make it. I don't need everything down to how many nose hairs your scrunkly has, but things like "domestic fluff" can be narrowed down even more, such as "Character A comes home to find Character B doing this and, etc" You get my point.
I create what's in the tags. Everything I write, draw, create for, is going to be in the tags of this post. If I end up hitting the tag limit, if there is one, I'll make a post that's just a list of everything I write for and link it here. I do update this regularly, and if you aren't sure, go ahead and ask!!
I write Gender Neutral! Unless expressly stated, all of my posts are gender neutral readers.
Sometimes, I'm sadly going to drop a request. This isn't anything personal, sometimes I just can't figure out where else to go with it and lose interest in it. If so, I'll post/share what I have of it, but that's all I'll have.
New Mutuals are welcome!! I'd love some new moots! Ya'll are awesome and I'd love to interact more!
I'm not currently doing commissions, but I may in the future! I was going to open them a while ago, but due to a lot of technical issues, I have been unable to.
Feedback is welcome!!! Please comment, send asks, reblog, anything!! I really appreciate hearing if you guys like my work or if you want more, that's what really encourages me to write more!
Taglist
#zdux - all of my content will have this
#zdux writes - my writing, poetry, headcannons, etc.
#zdux speaks - my thoughts, responses, anything that's like, me talking vs writing content.
#zdux draws - my art, sketches, etc
Master List Below
Sally Face (Only write on Request)
General Sal Headcannons
Sally Face Gang + Travis with Tomboy Newsies S/O
Sally Face Gang with Cute Introvert S/O
Sal & Larry with Clothes Stealing S/O
Sally Face Gang finds out you have a crush on Larry
Sally Face Gang rejects you
Larry with clingy S/O
Sally Face Gang with Trans (ftm) reader
Sal & Larry with psychic S/O
Sally Face Gang has a crush on you
Sal & Larry with Sound Sensitive S/O
Sal with ADHD S/O
SF OC Short Piece for @obsession-with-gems
Larry with S/O who's madly in love with him
Sal Dating Travis' Sibling
Sal's S/O likes Snacks
Sal's S/O likes Physical Touch
Sal x "Coraline" Reader
League of Legends
Rakan & Xayah x Reader
Sugar Baby!Vladimir X Reader
Rakan & Xayah X Vasyta!Reader
Maid Cafe - Aatrox, Kayn/Rhaast, Sett
Draven X Reader
Maid Cafe - Viego
Clipped Wings - Poly!Xayah x Poly!Rakan x Vastya!Reader
Hey I just found your blog and I love your writing! Especially of Xayah and Rakan!
Speaking of I do have an angsty request for you, inspired by the other ask you did with Xayah and Rakan x Vastaya!Reader with two wings. What if during battle reader gets taken hostage or attacked, Rakan or Xayah, rush to help them but before they could reach the enemy tears off one or both of readers wings. After the battle is done and they've won, how would Xayah and Rakan comfort them?
I love this!! Sorry it took me two years to get around to answering it, I graduated college, worked a shitty job, got a better job, lots of shit! But better late than never!
Clipped Wings
Poly!Xayah x Rakan x Vastaya!Reader
Prestablished Context: Xayah, Rakan, and Y/N are in an established poly relationship. The trio has been traveling throughout Runeterra, and ended up in Bilgewater for a few months. While out, they were caught in an ambush by poachers who sought to traffic them.
"Stick together." Xayah whispered to her partners as she stood back to back with them. They'd been caught in one of Bilgewater's dark alleys by poachers. Xayah scolded herself silently for not paying better attention, she should've known they were being followed.
"Like we ever split up." Rakan joked. She glared at him. Her warning had been almost entirely directed at him, not Y/N.
One of the poachers stepped forward, dagger in hand. "I hate to damage goods, buyers tend to pay less when their new pets arrive bloodied and bruised." He spat out at them.
"Eat shit." Xayah spat back.
The grin on his face disappeared, replaced by one of anger. "Your funeral, freak!" He shouted, signaling his crew to attack.
All three Vastayans rushed forward in an instant. Rakan dashed between the poachers, outmaneuvering them with ease as he tripped them up. Xayah shot up into the air, releasing a barrage of feathers that cut down her targets. Y/N rushed forward, thrusting their wings into the poachers, knocking them prone. The alley had been washed in blood almost immediately, splatters on the cobblestones that pooled and dripped between the cracks. A few of the poachers' bodies lay on the ground, still warm as their hearts slowed to a stop. In minutes, it looked as though the entire crew would cease to breathe.
A shrill scream rang out as Y/N was thrown to the ground. The crack of cartilage breaking filled their ears as their wings collided with the stones, sending out another pained yelp. They grabbed their shoulder, trying to stabilize themself. They scooched backwards, trying to create space between themself and the poachers who had begun to circle them.
Xayah's head shot up at the sound, whipping around to see Y/N on the ground, bleeding, and surrounded. Rage built inside her in an instant, and with adrenaline she hadn't felt before, sunk her talons into the man before her. With a snap, she twisted his neck, letting him drop to the floor.
"Hang on!" She yelled out, launching herself towards her partner. "Rakan!"
Rakan looked out, trying got find Xayah. He watched she shot herself towards Y/N. He knew by now that hearing his name meant he needed to help. He ducked, dogging a dagger as it came at him.
"Nice try pal," he said, dashing forward, "but not today!" He yelled out, shoving the man in front of him to the ground. He took off, sprinting towards his loves.
But it was the third scream that told them it was too late.
As the two broke into the circle, tearing up the poacher's who were blocking them from Y/N, the sight that greeted them was one they'd never be able to forget.
Y/N was on the ground, their head shoved into the street by one of the poachers. Blood covered them, their clothes torn. Another poacher stood behind them, his boot crushing the base of their wings. He clutched the tip of Y/N's wing in his hand, triumph is his eyes. Rakan and Xayah's eyes followed the feathers down from his hand, gasping as the poacher lifted it up high, higher than he should have been able to. He kicked Y/N, forcing them to roll over onto their back. They screamed, nearly losing conscience. The bloody stump on their back squelched at it slammed into the ground. Blood dripped down onto them as the poacher continued to hold the disembodied wing above them; his personal trophy.
Zip!
A sharp whistle pierced the air as feather's shot forward from Xayah. A moment later, a series of hard thuds followed as each of the poachers fell to the ground. Xayah's feathers were buried in their throats. In their "moment of glory", they had let their guard down.
"Y/N!" Rakan ran forward, getting on his knees and rolling Y/N onto his lap as carefully as he could. A groan escaped their lips. He frantically grabbed at their face, trying to keep them awake.
Xayah stood exactly where she had. From a distance, she looked deathly still, but her entire body shook with anger and fear. Killing the men who did this someone she loved wasn't retribution enough.
Rakan searched through his satchel for anything he could that may help; bandages, rags, anything. He found them eventually, wrapping the wound as carefully as he could. Pained winces escaped Y/N's mouth.
"Hey, hey, you're gonna be okay, it's alright, you're okay, I promise." He whispered to them, trying to keep them calm as he worked.
"Xayah..." He said, turning his head towards her as best he could.
One of her ears twitched.
"I need your help, please." His voice cracked. Standing behind him, the shadow's hid his face, but Xayah didn't need to see it to know he was crying. She took a deep breath, walking forward.
The two worked together for hours, treating their lover's wounds, taking turns carrying them as they slowly made their way back to their camp. Night had fallen by the time they made it back, but the cover of darkness was welcome. Rakan tried to rest for a while, having Xayah stay up with Y/N. He didn't think he would be able to sleep, but Xayah hadn't given him a chance to argue.
"One of us needs to keep an eye on Y/N at all times, in case they get worse. We don't have a lot of supplies, we aren't going to risk letting the wound get infected. Go lie down." She had ordered him.
She sat on the ground in front of a dimming campfire, leaning against a rock. Y/N lay on a bed of blankets and travel supplies next to her, they head resting in her lap. Each time they tossed or turned, she would pet their head and run her fingers through their hair until they settled back down.
"X-xayah...?"
Xayah's eyes flickered open. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but she must've drifted off. The sky was a dusty grey now, the sun just starting to peak over the horizon. She blinked, sitting up a little.
"Xayah... xayah..."
"Y/N?" She blinked, looking and finding them curled in a ball a few feet to her right.
"Y/N, lay back down, you need your rest." She told them, scooting over.
"I... I don't think I can sleep anymore." They said. "I've been sleeping for the last few weeks..."
Xayah averted her eyes sadly. It had been nearly three weeks since the attack. Most of that time was spent as the first night had been; taking turns with Rakan as they took care of Y/N.
Y/N's head resting on her shoulder brought her gaze back to them.
"I... I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this." They said, flexing their shoulders gently. They winced slightly and stopped. It was going to be a long time before they fully recovered.
Xayah reached her arm and wing around them, pulling them into her embrace. She said nothing, but held them gently. Soft sobs and sniffles came from Y/N as they buried their head into her shoulder. The two sat there for hours.
"Without me?" Rakan called to them as he approached camp, fresh firewood tied into a bundle was slung over his shoulder. Xayah rolled her eyes at his comment, but Y/N laughed slightly. He grinned, setting the bundle down and making his way over to them. Y/N reached out an arm for him, an invitation to the embrace. He took the hand, but once he sat down, pulled it towards him. Y/N yelped as they were pulled, accidently pulling Xayah with them. They fell forward, landing on top of Rakan.
"Just as I'd planned." He smirked, wrapping his wings around the two so that they couldn't escape.
"Rakan, you son of a-" Xayah started, but Y/N cut her off with a laugh, wiggling forward a little bit to lay on their side. They put an arm on Rakan's chest, which only made his smile grow wider. The two them looked expectantly at Xayah, who sighed.
"... Fine." She said after a moment of their stares. She adjusted as well, moving herself to Rakan's other side.
"Doesn't matter how many wings that any one of us has., Rakan began, "even if you only have one, we'll always have each other's." He turned his head, looking at Y/N. His expression was one of adoration. Y/N smiled, tears welling up in their eyes, but they nodded. Rakan gently squeezed the both of them.
"Will you marry me now?"
"Nope." "Not Today."
"Worth a shot." Rakan shrugged.
I hope you enjoyed!! I wanted to stretch my prose muscles a little, so I hope you don't mind that this one is more of a fic than headcanons. I had a lot of fun writing this!
Now can you do the NSFW version of Draven's headcannon? šš
I apologize that it took me two years to reply to this but honestly fuck it why not I never expected to become a writer for Draven league of legends smut but here we are. I might post this half unfinished but Iāll update it later if I do
Draven Smut Headcannons
Heās full of himself, obviously, everyone expects this man to be like, a total loser whoās selfish as shit in the bedroom, right? Wrong. This is the most pathetic service top youāve ever seen in your life. All that desire for attention? Yeah it turns into begging and trying to do anything he can to āwinā by making you feel good
Heās ripped as all shit, and he uses it to both your advantage. Heās muscular enough to do just about any sex position you can think of.
When he showers his hair actually lays down and looks nice, he does it up in that spiky updo for the arena. he is a big fan of hair play, yank on that shit
V o c a l
Uh okay Iām out of time atm I gotta go back to work but enjoy the spice
