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thehistoriangirl · 2 months

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Without Compromise [1]

I said the first one had smut, but I lied KDJDJKF it was getting too long so... the smut will be in the next part! For now I can only serve contained horniness 😌 Hope you like it!

Viktor x Fem! Reader-------3.5K-----SFW

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Synopsis:Viktor had never enjoyed any snobby party held in the luxurious districts around the Academy, though he can't deny this one is rather... peculiar. Still, when accompanying Jayce to another boring celebration ends with him stuck in an awkward situation when a stranger wanders inside the lab asking for him, he can´t help but comply with the unpredictable threads of a mockeing fate--how else would he, from all the assisting guests, be inside in this mess?

Chapter Summary: When you bump into Viktor at a snobby Valentine's thematic party, his boring night turns into a more interesting path.

Taglist: @blissfulip @ihopeinevergetsoberr

This has been such a terrible idea. And, sadly, the thought only completely dawned on Viktor when the gates of the gigantic hall closed, illuminating the room with the flicking golden hues of at least a hundred candles, painting the whole ambiance of pinks, whites, and reds from all the roses hung in arches.

He was trapped. First manipulated by Jayce’s puppy eyes begging him to accompany him to this snobby party, even when Viktor had retorted that such celebration was for “renown bachelorettes and bachelors”, which he wasn’t—as much as Jayce wished to argue with him.

Co-creator of Hextech or not, he was still a man from the Undercity. Out of place here.

He was a ride too far from home, too.

Humming, he thought that perhaps he could tell Jayce his feet were aching now that almost all the tiny tables were occupied by couples trying to hit it off in the name of the celebration. But if only he could see where Jayce could be.

Viktor sighed, knowing how ridiculous he sounded; both for his whining and for his inability to find Jayce’s gigantic figure among the crowd.

“Try to have some fun, Vik!” He cheered, patting his shoulder as he put a glass of amber liquor on his free hand. “I’m going to go greet the hostess Mrs. Laviz for her thoughtfulness. I’ll be back in no time.”

Well, Jayce was a terrible liar, which could only be because he meant to return promptly but was caught by other guests on his way back.

Of course, he would be, Viktor tapped the still-full glass of alcohol. Who knew how many people were trying to end the night paired with Piltover's Golden Boy? After all, wasn't this party for that?

He had felt panic once one of the butlers slid a card to scribble his name on it, another empty line to write, at the end of the night, the name of any other attendant whom he would like to have an arranged date.

The feeling subsided once he tore the card by the middle, stuffing it in the depths of his coat's inner pocket. But now it was just annoyance prickling in the center of his brow where he couldn't reach well enough with the stupid mask he was forced to wear.

Who would he like to date? Surely no one assisting at a party like this—Valentine’s the perfect excuse to, as usual, tie the comradery between the riches of the city so their power couldn’t slip out their grasp once their heirs dared to choose any other path than the one already drawn for them.

Viktor would've been disappointed if it weren't for how frivolous they were, passing him by almost knocking his cane over and bumping over his slender frame without even apologizing.

Despite Jayce’s fancy birthday gift—a tailored suit Viktor promised to wear in formal events rather than his (cleaner) working clothes—it had been two times another person had told him to fetch him a drink.

Maybe it was the mask, dull and black against the ones decorated with gems and gold thread; crafted to mimic animals and magical creatures with long beaks or curved horns, some even showing animalistic sharp teeth poking from their smiley mouth.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, we deserve to have some fun!”Jayce told him in a dozen different forms of speeches on their way to the hall.

Well, for Viktor was just a normal Wednesday.

And what was he supposed to do for fun at these parties, anyway? Besides breaking the so-demanded decorum these people boast to have.

He could see shadowy corners shifting from afar, bodies tangled improperly on the dance floor. A reason why the music was never-ending, was so the shyer guests couldn't hear the lewd noises surely floating in the air.

Ah, to be carefree. Privilege Viktor perhaps never had, and hasn’t still.

He walked toward a balcony, wishing for some privacy to take the mask off and wipe his face from the sweat making the silk stick to his skin, from his nose up to his brow.

Contrary to the boiling cauldron of the hall, outside a gentle breeze characteristic from the end of winter entered his clothes. And still, not a bench in sight against the perfectly aligned pots of flowers that seemed not to fit in the crystal greenhouse shining silver against the moonlight Viktor could see in the middle of the mazy garden.

Perhaps he should go there.

Turning around, he didn’t see the figure approaching, the hurried steps muffled by the music making Viktor’s head pound. The figure bumped into him, the handle of his cane that was hooked on his crossed elbows falling to the ground as Viktor tried to steady himself, not before his drink poured all over a flowery dress.

Sračka, he muttered between his teeth once the action had seeped in. As if the night couldn’t get any better.

Well, at least he’d be kicked out quickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you said, the words stolen from his lips. Your hands froze over the now-soaked bodice of your dress. At least it wasn’t wine, but the liquor had some pieces of ice that had slipped inside the corset, which took a shiver out of you, skin covered in goosebumps.

Gathering your skirts, you prepared to lean down to give him his cane, though, from the reduced peripheral vision of your stupid butterfly-shaped mask, you did not see that he had done the same. Quickly following, you heard the hollow-like sound of his head bonking yours.

“Ow.” This time you retreated, rubbing your head without caring that your hair would resemble a bird's nest for the rest of the night. "I'm so sorry," you repeated, like an idiot—and oh, you felt like one. Despite you were wearing a mask, your voice didn't do much to hide your embarrassment which the way it cracked at the end.

Viktor took you in between the daze of his pounding head.

You were dressed like a flower fairy; pinks and blues and reds decorating your skirt, leaving petals whenever you went. The light, yet long skirt didn’t shelter well enough from the chilly air, with the high slit on your left leg, the deep V cut on your back, and the thin strap on your right shoulder.

All confused and soaked, and yet, Viktor’s curiosity picked for your unexpected kindness.

You didn’t seem to care about the dress, though, only minding for the goosebumps running down your bare skin. If Viktor had asked why, you’d told him that the colors being so pale and delicate, the bodice to be cut like a corset. You knew this dress wasn't meant for your tastes, but rather, for Lord Sylvester. The ones your parents would kill for you to marry.

Luckily, Sylvester was too occupied surrounded by other people to notice you walking away even when your parents had sent him a letter in which you expressed your desire to dance with him. Which was a total lie, of course.

"Don't worry about it," the man said, his tone hidden by the complete mask he was wearing. You shrunk because of course, you had annoyed him. It was a miracle he wasn't screaming at you. Now, with all masks on, people could be rude and daring all in the same night, knowing that any action done today wouldn't have consequences. "It’s me who should be sorry. I ruined your dress.”

“Huh?” You looked at his hand disappearing inside his pocket to retrieve a napkin. His hands hovered over yours. “Oh! That’s not needed. It was me who bumped into you…”

He gestured to the stain over your dress, making the petals of the sewn flowers stick flat against the silk. “Take it. At least to dry it a little. You could get sick.”

You smiled under your butterfly-shaped mask, fingertips touching briefly as you touched the thin cotton fabric. “Thank you, sir.”

“There’s no need for such titles tonight,” he answered, the black mask making his yellow-like eyes shine like pieces of gold. It almost sounded like he was smiling.

“I’m—, uh… then what should I call you?”

“What would you like to call me, Miss?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should call you Miss Fairy?”

You giggled, feeling heat pooling up your face. “What about Mr. Shadow?” you said, pointing at his full black mask and the long coat flapping against the wind.

“Suitable,” Viktor said, looking over his shoulder to see a man approaching, his presence parting the crowd without any word. The man looked at him, green eyes flashing with contempt.

“Darling,” the man said, his hand posing over your shoulder. “I lost you for a second. Are you ready to dance, lovely?”

Viktor lurked nearby, like the nickname you had bestowed with.

Only your gaze acknowledged him, your bottom lip protruding in an adorable pout. He was impressed by how expressive your eyes could be, compared to the rest of the people he had met in events like these who ought to have every emotion restrained.

He arched an eyebrow. Well, he had nothing better to do.

"Excuse me," Viktor chimed in, tapping his cane against the marble floor as if he were knocking on a door. "Miss Fairy owes me a drink.” Paying no mind to the Piltovan man hovering nearby, Viktor extended his gloved hand toward you. “And then perhaps we shall dance? I would be honored to enjoy your company tonight.”

“I’m afraid she asked me for a dance first—” Sylvester said, his lion mask shining obnoxiously bright from the jewels and molten gold.

“I would love to dance with you, Mr. Shadow,” you interrupted him, clutching the napkin in one hand while sliding the other one in Viktor's, feeling the warmness of his fingers tangling in a graceful, almost lazy motion around the back of your hand.

Viktor was presented with the priceless opportunity of annoying a snobby man without consequences, even if it was just for a couple of hours. And perhaps this wasn’t what Jayce was referring to about having fun.

But for him, now, it was at least interesting.

With a fluid motion, Viktor pulled you closer, smelling the fruity essence of your perfume and the impressive softness of your silk skirt. “First, perhaps a drink?”

You nodded, looking up at him with the best dreamy eyes you could muster.

Viktor would like to be more impressed, but he was used to seeing Piltovans wear masks as they needed—and you’d be no different. Though he was intrigued as to what would happen next if he decided to follow your game.

Sylvester glared at him, calling your name with gritted teeth. The sound prickled Viktor’s ears with unnecessary focus.

"We'll see each other some other time," you told him, and your demeanor let Viktor know that you were certain this answer would create problems for you. And yet still, you continued with the charade.

He couldn't stop from thinking if in the end he'll be painted as the villain, as the wicked man who sought to seduce you.

Viktor stopped himself from being the picture of the dashing Casanova he considered to be, if only for a fleeting moment, as this mask kept on his face; yet, he decided to tuck his free hand inside the pocket of his pants instead of guiding you by the arm.

The bar was overflowing with both people and drinks, thick clouds of smoke exhaled by pipes and thick cigars that made his eyes water. You dipped between the enthusiastic assistants, asking the bartender for the same drink that now soaked the front of your dress and Viktor’s borrowed napkin you were now fiddling between your fingers.

Between the cacophony of the animated chat around you two, Viktor only caught the lonely request of his drink being remade, not any other sign you were asking one to have the excuse of lounging with him a little longer.

Viktor stepped closer, sensing the gaze of someone at his back. His golden eyes swept across the moving landscape of people dancing, and of course, it couldn’t be another one that the rather snobbish Loverboy from earlier.

You seemed to have forgotten about him, but Viktor still had his mind turned upon the plans you'd surely planned out in your head—all the guests in this place surely had crafted one, if not, why were you here?

Viktor considered you, with the elegant hairdo and the daring dress. He hummed. Perhaps you were playing mouse and cat with that man? Though it appeared that you had bumped into him because you were running away.

“Aren’t you going to have one for yourself?” he said once the bartender slid a glass of the same golden liquid across from the bar into your hands, to then pass it onto his. “Excuse me,” Viktor called the bartender before he could get too far away. “Have something,” he told you, leaning against the bar while hooking his cane’s handle on its edge. “Let me enjoy your company, Miss Fairy. In case you’re also planning to run away—I can offer my help.”

“Are you also trying to get out of this party?" you said, trying to stifle a laugh. "Aren't you here for someone?"

You asked for your drink, fruity and savory. Viktor looked at the mix with an arched eyebrow, observing you sipping it with ease, the way the glass’ rim got stained with your lipstick, and the way the flicking candelabra suspended over the bartender's table made your lips shine with the wetness of the drink.

You caught him observing. “Do you want a taste?” You raised the half-empty drink toward him, the essence of mango and pineapple welcomed against the pungent odor of smoke. “It’s probably too sweet for you, but, um, if you’re curious.”

“Fret not, Miss Fairy. I have a sweet tooth,” he answered, taking a sip. The tangy taste of the acid pineapple and the sweet mango combined with the strong aftertaste of the liquor surprised him. “It’s delicious.”

You beamed at him. “Right? I prefer cocktails like these instead of plain liquor,” you explained. “It’s too bitter for me.”

Well, for his credit, you sure seemed to be sweet from inside and out. Of course, just a theory.

Viktor would have left the drink you asked for him, only that in his mind it was a rude action to do. But now he craved something sweeter—and yet, Viktor gulped down the whole thing, ignoring the sensation of burning down his throat.

“Don’t take offense, Miss Fairy,” he started. “May I ask why that man for earlier is watching us like a hawk? It’s been a while since he started.”

You looked from the corner of your eye where Viktor’s gaze directed you, sighing. "I guess Sylvester thinks we're married—” you stopped, laughing at seeing Viktor’s posture going stiff. “We’re not even engaged, but it is.” Your shoulders sagged after you shrugged, fingers playing with the rim of the glass. “Our parents had expected it ever since we moved across the street from them. Before Sylvester's father inherited their family's business they became wealthy. I guess my parents look it like an escape.”

“And you?” Viktor surprised himself asking. “How do you look at this whole situation?”

Your gaze fixated on the table fleetingly met his before pulling away, if it was due to shame or if the sudden jolt rippling across Viktor’s body was also traveling in yours, he didn’t dare to ask again.

"I… I'd rather not talk about such… grim things at a party," you smiled, or at least, you tried to, lips still firmly pressed together. “This is supposed to celebrate love, isn’t not?” Humming to the current piece played by the orchestra, your fingers tapped the bar’s mahogany. “Mr. Shadow?” you insisted at his silence.

“Eh, I don’t think someone can find love in a place like this. With all due respect, Miss Fairy,” Viktor started, thankful that the mask could cover most of his blush. "To me, this seems like a choreographed dance where everyone knows whom they may end up once the sun rises again."

“Then, with whom are you going to end up tonight?" you asked.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you said everyone is here seeking a purpose, so, what’s yours, Mr. Shadow?”

“A bit early to get philosophical, don’t you think?” he joked, and he did make you laugh, but you still looked expectantly, not distracted at all. Defeated under the power of your gaze, Viktor chuckled awkwardly. “With no one, Miss Fairy. I came here accompanying a friend, but I’m not looking for… eh, anything.”

You kept silent for a while, so much that Viktor thought for a moment that he'd said something wrong.

“Allow me to be your dance partner,” he added once the pause had extended for too long.

You snapped your gaze from the bottom of your empty glass toward him. “Hmm?”

"It would be suspicious if Mr. Sylvester doesn't see us dance as we promised, don't you think?"

“I can deal with it later,” you assured. “You don’t need to dance with me.” Why those words made him feel as if someone had punched him in the chest?

“I insist,” Viktor smiled. “I meant those words, Miss Fairy. I'll treasure your company tonight if you'd like to share it with me.”

You smiled sheepishly, fingers taking his. Even with the black gloves Viktor wore, he could feel the warmth of your skin seep into his, from his hand to everywhere your body brushed his as you stood in a corner of the dance floor, his hand fitting perfectly in the curve of your waist.

“Eh,” he said once the music started, your skirt brushing his legs as you swayed against him.

This was a bad idea—Viktor’s second bad idea of the night, which was astounding. He couldn’t keep stiff as a board, with you gently guiding him through the movements. But you were too close; you smelled like jasmines and strawberries, elegant and so, so sweet. Your lips probably still tasted like the fruity cocktail. And the fleeting brush of his fingertips over the exposed curve of your lower back was making him lose the rhythm.

“Hmm?” you responded, your hand tickling the rebel locks of hair at the base of his neck. Looking at him, your eyes seemed brighter than the chandelier and the dozens of candles illuminating this party.

This was a terrible idea. And both the mask and the alcohol gave him enough bravery to do it.

“Please forgive me,” Viktor said, dipping his head to give you the softest kiss, with barely the brush of your lips against his.

First, you froze, and Viktor was already tripping to push himself afar, but your hand gripped his shoulder to stop him from pulling away, your lips pliant and exquisite against his once you leaned closer to deepen the kiss, the savor of pastries and cocktails mixed in your tongue playing against his.

In any other normal circumstance, Viktor would’ve felt ashamed for such an indecorous sight in a public place, but this wasn’t the norm. His face was hidden, and you were just the perfect combination of sweet and daring—a dangerous mix, he’d admit.

Besides, the thought of that man, Sylvester, seeing you and him tangled in such a passionate kiss made his chest bloom with a stroked ego.

And speaking of stroking…

“Miss Fairy,” he muttered, surprised with how his voice had become ragged and husky from just a simple kiss. Your lipstick was smeared all over your chin, and Viktor knew he’d be in a similar situation. “I… we need to stop…”

“Why?” you said, guiding him out the dancefloor. “I want you. Do you want me?”

“Miss… we don’t even know each other…”

“You know what I’m talking about,” you said, taking his napkin to wipe his lips clean and then doing the same with yours, letting them plump and pleading for more. “Only for tonight.”

Viktor stood in front of you, frozen like a statue. Though his mind was running with a thousand thoughts, a thousand possibilities of the future, and yet only two paths ahead of him tonight.

He could refuse and walk away. You’d never seen him again—or even if you did, you would never known it was him. He could walk away and forget your taste and your essence, the sound of your voice and your loving touches while dancing.

Or he could allow himself to have a slip of his impeccable manners, to succumb to the same guilty pleasures everyone in here seemed to indulge themselves right now.

He wasn’t looking for love—he’d be a fool for thinking such a thing in a place, in a party like this. And the lust and passion between you two was undeniable.

Only for tonight.

You could be from each other only for tonight. So Viktor allowed himself to ponder, to imagine, how would it be like to see what was concealed under your dress, the new sounds he could elicit from your enticing lips. The new dance you could both participate in.

Only for tonight. And tomorrow? Viktor could figure it out later, once the sun came out again.

“Show me, Miss Fairy,” he said, grabbing the handle of his cane as he leaned down to steal another kiss from your lips. “Only for tonight.”

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barbiebraganca · 28 days

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

right at the beginning of 2016, around feb or march. i had just finished high school and took an off year to prepare for uni admission exams. i needed something to take my mind off studying for it and my friend julia suggested i joined her on tumblr rping. i had no idea what that was but she helped me through it and we joined another group together. at the time i also developed a bit of a thing for royals and made my character in that group an undercover norwegian royal, on some princess diaries bullshit. but looking up things for that group i decided to search norwegian royalty on tumblr and found the blog for a character in vik. olav if i'm not mistaken. i started stalking the group and got really interested in it and mentioned it to julia who told me she'd been here before and would join with me if i chose to so we brought barbie and biel. then the group closed and i completely gave up rping until one random day many months later i logged into tumblr again god knows why and there was a message from martha, she told me the group came back to life and i decided to rejoin. and here i am, haven't left since.

which characters have you written over the years ?

ffs, let me see if i can remember all of them: ayo, bruce, barbie, toni, leon, sergi, silje, ilija, zoey (silje's draft), pedro, noémïe (poor thing lasted 3 seconds), ionie. i feel like there's more, i just can't remember.

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

the zulu & the southern africa conflicts. even all of us applying together that day was such a moment, i loved every bit of it. i had so so much fun writing ayo even if he was one of those characters it is impossible to write filler threads with, i still felt so much joy when i got a notif that someone replied to him, even if the entire reply was someone hating on him hard.

what about other people's plotlines ?

it's impossible to pick one when you've been here from the start and have seen countless amazing ones but the english plot was truly a wonder, even the murder mystery event was fucking incredible. anything involving russia and the romanovs as well was so well thought and made so much sense when you put the pieces together you just can't help but love every bit.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

favourite to write i'd say ayo, for the same reasons i mentioned on the plotline question but if i had to choose only one to keep playing forever it would either be silje or ilija. i feel like those are versatile ones that i could go in different directions with if i'd wanted to. the one i had the most fun writing though was pedro for sure.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the invasion in greece and i think everyone who was here for that would say the same thing. that was our most iconic event and for a reason, everyone put 150% into it and it worked out so so so so well we didn't even imagine the outcome it would have, we just wanted to traumatise everyone a bit but received the best event in hshq in return.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i don't think there is, especially because i don't think i remember even half of them but even then everything was fun and a joy to write about so i probably wouldn't change anything.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

the ones that never happened. e mentioned some of the things we planned and didn't happen on the timeline post but i assure you that's not even the beginning. at times we'd plan an entire year of events in advance and come up with a full story, reasoning, plot drops for it but when the time to have them came we forgot all about it and change everything to something we'd put together in 20 mins instead of the plans we spent days working on. even the cruise ship they were supposed to be stuck in was an idea we had so much fun coming up with and it didn't get to see the light of day.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

every honesty hour chaos was such a fun time to be on the dash, or whenever something big would happen ic and there would be 100 ooc posts reacting to it on the dash and the jokes were the peak of comedy. but i'll always have a soft spot for the soletsky silent thread bc icb we actually had 40+ notes on that, it was priceless. the word lunch is stuck with me forever. AND that one time i got kicked out on this exact date a couple years back.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

i won't delete the tumblr app from my phone just yet so if you want to send me a mssg, i'll be checking it every now and again. same with discord, i'm there under barbielandwired and we're not deleting the hshq server so we can still have that in case anybody wants to pop into the chat and catch up. i'll give you my socials too if anybody wants that, we're all friends here. i've known u lot for 8 years.

what else would you like to say ?

here.

#hshqtask059 #* ⠀ ⠀ 🐝 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ viii.⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ task ⠀ ❫

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seeker-of-truth · 6 months

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VERENA SOTO

So post 2.0 some things about my gorl changed. Figured it was high time I updated her profile, enjoy!

BASICS

AGE: 27 during game

DOB: June 10, 2049

ETHNICITY: American Latina

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALLY: Queer, uninterested in labels

NICKNAMES: V, Rena (reserved for the people closest to her), Rennie (childhood)

BIRTH PLACE: Wellsprings, Heywood, NC

HEIGHT: 5'6"

WEIGHT: 138 lbs

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English almost exclusively, some Spanish picked up from around the home.

BODY TYPE: Think super featherweight boxer during off-season || ex: Alycia Baumgardner || Strong but with curves and softness – still a round-faced queen tho

HAIR COLOR: natural - very dark brown || During her corpo days, she keeps it gray as a small form of self-expression, always pulled back into a tight bun. || After Konpeki she wants to feel in control of her body again and dyes it canary yellow and cuts her hair to a shoulder-length mullet to make the shaving Vik had to do to save her life look more intentional — both the cut and color stick.

EYE COLOR: Kiroshi optics designed to look identical to her natural deep brown eyes.

CYBERWARE: EMP Threading || Contraceptive Implant || Neural Link || 2 Chip Slots || Interface Plug || Auxiliary Netrunning Interface Plug || Smart Link || Raven Microcybernetics Syn-Lungs || Arasaka Cyberleg || NetWatch Netdriver MK.1 Cyberdeck || Modified Arasaka Self-Ice || Kiroshi Sentry Optics || Kendachi Monowire || MoorE Technologies Bionic Joints || Dynalar Universal Booster || Militech Revulsor Reflex Tuner || Dynalar Subdermal Armor || Kang Tao Optical Camo || Zetatech Pain Editor || MedTech Biomonitor || Zetatech Reinforced Tendons || FIA Behavioral Imprint-Synced Faceplate

CLASS: What I’ve taken to calling the “Buff Netrunner” - mostly relies on combat hacking but will physically mess you up if you get too close.

WEAPONS: her main weapons are a Tsunami Nue with a discontinued XC-10 Alecto Silencer and her monowire || she will often carry a non-silenced tech pistol on gigs, after giving Johnny his Malorian back she takes to using her old Arasaka JKE-X2 Kenshin (he totally gets her a 3516 after everything tho) || On Jobs that look to be messy, she will take a Kang Tao G-58 Dian as an insurance policy.

VEHICLES: a Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X is her daily driver || she also has a Quadra Turbo-R V-Tech for the days ya just need a car || (Johnny's Porsche is returned to him and Jackie’s ARCH is kept in the penthouse and taken out twice a year)

PERSONALITY

Extremely guarded, likes to keep her thoughts and feelings private, feels embarrassed when her feelings spill out || Patient to a fault. has the world's longest fuse to a very big explosion || all icy, calculated fire || slow to trust but once she does, she considers that person to be family || will go to the ends of the earth to protect the people she loves || sarcastic || can be very ridged || highly empathetic, and will try to get people to better situations, regardless of the cost || will lie to get the best possible outcome || loves living in Night City || good with words, has learned to talk her way out of most situations || reserved, hates being approached || feels like her life happens to her a lot and is desperate for control

FAMILY HISTORY

MOTHER: Diana Soto – alive, estranged

FATHER: Mario Soto – alive, estranged

Both of her parents were regular blue-collar workers, her mother is a machinist, and her father a welder. They had met in passing as she was dropping off parts at the mechanic shop he was working at and quickly fell in love, getting married and having Verena not long after.

Her relationship with them was always strained as they were both very closed off with their emotions with her. Because of that and being an only child, she never communicated with them well, eventually closing herself off to them completely.

CHILDHOOD - TEENS

2056 - At the age of 7 the standardized tests given to students flagged her as having an aptitude for netrunning so she was placed in an exclusive boarding school in Charter Hill as part of a special outreach program sponsored by Night Corp. She excelled at her studies but struggled to make friends as most of her peers were the children of corpos. She spent summers back at home with her parents and seeing the difference in the quality of life had an effect on her, jading her to NC as she aged. Her parents were ecstatic at the thought of their child having a better life than them, so failure became something that was severely punished.

2060 - By the time she was in middle school she had a small but close-knit group of friends, both from corps backgrounds and backgrounds like her. She was fiercely protective of them and got in multiple fights defending them from the same bullying she had received.

2064 - When not studying she became very interested in edgerunning, specifically solos, but rockerboy culture as well. She liked the inherent rebellion they represented and wished she could do the same. But she knew that she would disappoint her parents if she strayed from the path she was on. She would listen to records and read about the legends of NC under her blankets at night.

2065 - At 16 she was chipped with her professional ports, she viewed them as the final seal in the life that she was going to live, like it or not. As an act of rebellion, she shaved her head and got multiple ear piercings. She was reprimanded by the school, an action that brought her parent's fists down on her as well. During the summer she would often sneak into clubs and bars to get away from her home environment.

2067 - She graduated with high enough grades that she was able to attend NCU on a full ride where she majored in Cybersecurity with a focus on Offensive Hacking. She looks back on her time there fondly as she met more like-minded people, many of whom pushed her to express herself more. She joined a small band as a guitarist. Eventually entering a relationship with the bassist – Sara. It was a very toxic relationship and they both treated each other like shit. V’s generally guarded nature closed her off the deeper in the relationship she got.

20’S

2070 - The unification war caused the university to push its students through faster, so she graduated a year early and immediately started looking for a job, not wanting to disappoint her parents.

July 2070 - With Arasaka now back in Night City they were doing massive hiring and V managed to get her foot in the door in the Counter Intelligence Division – Branch 3.

August 2070 - After an internal incident her bosses found her to be adept at espionage (both traditional and corporate), so they sent her to do black ops work with a small crew in South America for approximately a year and a half. During this time, she honed her skill with a pistol.

October 2072 - leaves to spend 11 months in Rio De Janeiro tracking a “terrorist” cell. Her team eventually took out the group after she was captured on a solo reconnaissance mission and interrogated/tortured for over a week.

September 2073 - Rio traumatized her and she crawled into herself and didn’t want to return to work so Arasaka wanted to drop her, Jenkins saw her skills as exploitable and invited her to stay in office. During this time, she became estranged from her parents.

June 2074 - Meets Jackie at the Mexican border, he saves her ass by helping her extract an agent.

July 2076 - Moves into the Wells household.

Mid-January 2077 - Konpeki Plaza Heist

End of May 2077 - I, Pre Defined Starts

#oc: verena soto #there's honestly not a lot of changes to her but the ones there are important to meeeee #also CDPR can fuck off with that V is 23 bs #and yeah she has og male V's b-day because I need her to be a gemini not a libra lol #cw: violence #cw: torture #cw: child abuse #(alluded to)

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argentumcor · 3 months

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Cyberpunk 2077: Living Through the Ghost

You can find my completed SilverV fix-it fic for King of Pentacles (a Phantom Liberty ending) here.

Some notes below the cut, as this was an experiment in many ways:

Johnny being a version of himself that had been to therapy (well, rehab) was one of the interesting aspects of the idea. I didn't have him go in hard for the corpo life- I think he isn't constitutionally capable of it- but he's less angry. Him not getting back his full memories and "reverting" to Johnny Silverhand came organically. It felt wrong to just have him not have lived the life he had, to in essence erase him again, and it was something he definitely wouldn't want to happen.

I wanted to explore V having to be not just ordinary for this world but even less capable than a normal person. Most people have neuralware and optics are very, very common. A BD must interface with neuralware, otherwise it's just a movie! So that's why V is totally allergic to cyberware and Johnny as well.

I wrote all of this before posting and hope it was more integrated than the more piecemeal, rollercoaster things I've written.

I expect to see Aguilar pop up in fics more often because boy was that a dangling thread so I opted to use it.

I cannot easily imagine a version of V who opts to betray Songbird. It's a bad ending, like The Devil, but I wanted to explore how that would mess with her if she did take it. Some of The Tower ending is meant to convey a complete loss of hope, of people negatively affected by V's absence, most notably Mist leaving the city and Vik's compromise with Zetatech. I changed some of that to keep in line with the edge of hope in Living Through the Ghost.

#cyberpunk 2077 #SilverV #johnny silverhand/v

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valaruakars · 1 year

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63 and/or 11 👀 doesnt matter who’s saying it

Marcel, my love, I am busting out my finest wine smut, just for you 💗

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Trans!Viktor x G!N Reader, Dom!Viktor, cunnilingus (Vik receiving), hair pulling, degradation, implied cockwarming. Terms used for Viktor include cunt and cock.

“I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” you whisper, you tongue tracing up along the edge of his ear. Dexterous, it says, look what I can do. Sensitive, it makes him shudder. “Just trust me.”

He’s still got that white-knuckled grip on his pen, despite how you’ve threaded yourself around him from behind. He sounds frustrated, and he is, but it’s not just from the blueprints on his desk. “It is not a matter of trust so much as a concern that Jayce may walk in.”

That is a distinct possibility, he’s right. However…

This close, your breath floods warm against his skin. You kiss his cheek once, lingering in the hollow, and murmur your dirty secret: “I don’t mind getting caught on my knees for you.”

By the way he turns his head and kisses you long and deep over his shoulder, hand firm on your neck, it might just excite him too.

You swipe away the gossamer thread of saliva still bridging your lips when you pull away, though he follows like he wants more. “But I can make it quick,” you say, detangling yourself to come around front and duck under his workstation.

He is eager, truly, to have your mouth on him. Viktor is quick to use those long, nimble fingers to help undo the fastens of his pants. Cooperative, the way he shimmies his hips to shove them down just far enough to get your head between his alabaster thighs, finely dusted with dark hair. It’s warm and humid and smells overwhelmingly of him—yes, he’s been wanting this. You’re sure.

You stare up at him with dark eyes. He watches intently that very first moment of contact where your tongue slips out to drag a long, slow stripe up the seam of him. That’s all he can take. His head falls back, his hand anchors into your hair, and he shoves your face forthright into his slick, swollen cunt. Greedy, but so are you.

You want him spread wider for you, want to kiss and taste and lick every inch of him until he hisses for you to stop, but you’ll have to manage with what you’ve got. That’s two hands you can use to reach up and cradle the underside of his thighs, two thumbs that can hook and spread his cunt just a little wider.

He groans, unabashed, between quick, shallow breaths the deeper you lick up inside of him.

You can feel his blunt-fingered grip on your skull, how he’s trying unsubtly to guide your mouth up toward his cock. Yes, you said quick, but you’re not ready for this to be over so soon. Your jaw is hardly sore, and his legs haven't started their sweet, sweaty quake yet. It doesn’t have to be about swift, efficient release, does it?

You oblige his cock one slick, teasing kiss—a little flick of the tongue, too, because you’re generous—before diving back down to devour him where he’s wettest.

But that won’t do.

Viktor sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and fists his frustration into your hair. Three taps and he’ll stop, but you don’t want him to. It makes you throb between your own legs when his hands handle rough and his voice gets raw. When he forces you to look up at him, half way wrecked and leering scornfully down his nose.

“Whore,” he whispers harshly, though he doesn’t mean it so. “Mmn, what an awful whore you are. I thought you’d be good for me, miláčku. Teasing me, drawing this out… Ah.” His eyes light with the realization, “You truly do want to be seen, is that it? You want everyone to see how you service me, hm?”

How such a sweet man who blushes when you play with his hair and laughs at all his own jokes can have a mouth like that… It catches you off guard regularly. You can only nod your stupid, cunt-drunk head.

Viktor practically purrs with low, resonant laughter, his fingers carding through your hair.

“Then perhaps I’ll keep you here all day.”

#arcane viktor #viktor x reader #trans!viktor #mdni #arcane x reader #reader insert #my writing #2022 birthday prompts

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hexcoremagician · 5 months

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OOC UPDATE!

Hello, all. I have been working hard on my portrayal and fighting off some illnesses as of late. I updated his backstory + also changed my mun fc & alias.

I love writing Viktor, and ironically, this led me to realizing how much I love the name for myself. I will go by Vik on this blog. If you can name my mun fc, you get brownie points.

I have done a soft reset on my thread tracker. All other threads, save for my three drafts + those in my thread tracker, will be dropped. I am working on two other blogs, in addition to running this one.

I am excited to see where writing takes me into the future and am excited to take you all with me!

#out of machines.#psa.

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bruiisedpetals · 3 months

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updated muse roster.

aeron targaryen .. main

branden stark .. (private/plot only)

däthedr xo joraq .. (by request/low activity)

errick farman .. main

esryia of lys .. (by request/low activity)

lia flowers .. (by request/low activity)

regnarra drumm .. main

tiathia .. (by request/low activity)

torgha flint .. main

vaelerys targaryen .. main

vida waters .. (private/plot only)

vik redwyne .. main

yoren karstark .. (private/plot only)

stats. thirteen muses .. six main, four by request, three plot only, five removed.

muses removed.

daenerys targaryen (now at @sigilsongs !)

sym botley

shadhi shadowcat

alfwyn sunhair

wulffryd goodbrother (now an npc for regnarra drumm)

relegated to private/plotted threads only.

branden stark

yoren karstark

vida waters

changed to by request/low-activity.

däthedr xo joraq

lia flowers

esryia of lys

tiathia

#(``) ooc . its skye

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ccmpletemess · 1 year

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closed starter for @ofcelestiials ( ines & vik ! )

"Your face is giving me I need to call Owen and tell him i'll be home late, and possibly drunk vibes. You wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours or you gonna continue to pout?" Nessie questioned, taking a bite of her food as she arched her eyebrows at her friend.

#threads; ines salvador bishop.#thread; nessa ft. vik.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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The Slightest Possibility

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Viktor thought that this was something that people only did in those stupid 'coming of age' movies and day time dramas. He never expected it to be him, sitting on the floor of his tiny dorm bathroom with his best friend while the kitchen timer he had stolen from his parents mocked him with every tick.

Warnings: Pregnancy, discussion of abortion, and mentioned transphobia

Word Count: 5,043

Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

Archive link!

A/N: Just a cute little fic that I wanted to write to explore a bestie dynamic between Klaus and Viktor. I might write more from this world if people like it but for now just have this! Thank you all so much for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

“I think that there’s a slight possibility that I might be pregnant.”

It was late one Friday night, so they were mostly alone in their dorm. The rooms were shitty and the common room even more so, which meant that no one that lived in the same building as them was willing to throw a party bigger than ten people and instead went and sought them out elsewhere. That was fine for the duo currently occupying the dorm room though, because it meant that they were alone and the building around them was quiet.

Their homework was spread messily about the coffee table of the living space that the dorm included. That was part of the reason that the rooms were so small, because each of them contained a living space as well as two bedrooms (that were quite literally bed rooms because of how little space they had). They had a half eaten pizza underneath the table that they were both sneaking pieces from whenever they started getting hungry again.

After Viktor finished talking, the entire dorm room fell into an eerie silence. It was unnerving, to be able to clearly hear the music that the couple living in the dorm above his was playing when his own space was usually so noisy that he couldn’t. He tilted his head to the side so that he could see what his best friend was thinking.

Klaus had been in the middle of scribbling something on the edge of his notes, likely something dirty. He was frozen in the middle of the word, his pencil still pressed to the paper without moving at all. His brows furrowed together and his green eyes were glassy instead of focused on the content.

The smaller man rolled over from where he had been spread out over the couch. He threaded his fingers together underneath his chin and looked towards his best friend. “Klaus?”

“I’m sorry, did you just say that you were pregnant?” the other man asked as soon as he snapped out of the spiral that he must have been in.

Viktor groaned and tilted his head down so that his face was smashed into his hands and his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. “I said that there was a very slight chance that I might be pregnant, not that I am!”

“Those two things a more similar than you think, Vik-Vik,” Klaus dumped his pencil down onto the ground and then slid gracefully around the coffee table so that he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Why do you think that you might be up the duff?”

“First of all, never say that again,” the smaller moved his head back up so that his best friend could see the way that his nose was wrinkled in displeasure. “Second of all, there’s a lot of reasons.”

“Did you do the nasty without a rubber?” Klaus gasped, making his face the exact replica of a shocked emoji.

Viktor rolled over so that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t think that it would be a big deal to just do it once. Like, I used a condom all the time when I have sex, even those stupid insertion ones. But I really, really liked him- I still do, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking if he had a condom. I was terrified the entire time that I was going to scare him off and never get to have the experience that I wanted with him,” he explained.

The smaller man let out a small squeak of surprise when he felt the couch dip down next to him. He was shoved to the side so that his nose was pressed into the backrest and his shoulder was pressing down into the seat. He felt the warm body of his best friend move in next to him and then eventually he rolled back over so that they were cuddled comfortably together. Their hands drifted down until their fingers threaded together, just like they had during all of those hard days in high school.

“So, you had sex with Five Hargreeves?”

“Blunt as ever, I see,” Viktor grumbled to avoid answering the question. The two of them met with Klaus and his mother moved to The City during their freshman year of high school. They had basically been inseparable after that, so it was almost expected for them to know everything about the other person. Klaus didn’t have a lot of secrets, but Viktor did and the only person that he trusted them to was Klaus.

“Vik, answer me,” Klaus whined like a toddler.

“Okay, yeah, I did. Do you remember that party that Allison wanted to go to a month ago? I wasn’t drinking because it’s not a good idea with the new dose of the meds that I’m on so I was people watching,” Viktor explained.

“Like you do, you little weirdo.”

“Shut up or I’m not going to finish my story,” Viktor warned. He giggled as Klaus mimed zipping and locking his mouth before he flicked away the imaginary key. The smaller man let out a little sigh before he continued, “So he found me and we got to talking. I think he might have thought I was a little bit drunk or something because then he kissed me. And one thing led to another. And now we’re here.”

“Ignoring the fact that it’s kind of scummy to sleep with someone when you think that they’re tipsy, was he any good?” Klaus asked.

Viktor turned to look at his best friend, glaring at him, “Are you just gonna ignore the fact that I started this conversation by saying that I thought I was pregnant?”

That seemed to sober up the situation for both of them. Klaus face got a lot more tender and his voice more compassionate as he said, “You know that having unprotected sex once doesn’t mean that you’re pregnant, right?”

“Yeah… but my period is also like a week late,” he admitted in a small voice. It was all beginning to feel very heavy as he said it out loud. He had noticed that the little open circle on his calendar, the way that he had kept track of his cycles since he had start having them in sixth grade, was missing the usual closed dot that came with it a couple of days ago. Since then he had been trying to figure out how long it was okay to wait until he really started to worry that he was pregnant.

“How long do your cycles usually take when you’re late?” Klaus asked. They both sat up so that they were sitting with their legs folded and across from each other, which meant that the situation was actually serious.

“That’s the problem. I have a twenty eight day cycle usually, and I’m onto day thirty five with no bleeding. It all just adds up too well with the headaches and water retention that I’ve been having,” Viktor shrugged.

They were quiet for a bit, both of them processing the information that was now sitting uncomfortably in the air between them. It was something that Viktor had been thinking about for a while but was unsure that he was actually going to be able to say out loud because of the heaviness. Panic began to form in the spot underneath Viktor’s stomach, sending an icy shiver throughout his body. He leaned forward so that his arms were wrapped around his legs and keeping them close to his body as he tried his best to not start aggressively sobbing.

“We shouldn’t panic until you actually take a test, right?” Klaus said immediately upon noticing that his best friend was more upset than he had initially thought.

Viktor messily wiped the tears away from his face. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. We should wait until we know for sure to start worrying about this.”

“I’m sure that it’s something else. Come on, let’s go to the store down the road and get one so that we can take your mind off this. I wanted to pick up some coffee for tomorrow morning anyway,” Klaus said.

He unfolded himself from where he had been sitting on the couch like he was more doll than person and then made his way over to the front door. He tugged his shoes on and grabbed his coat from where he had left it in a heap on the floor just as Viktor got the strength to stand up. The smaller man quickly followed after so that he was in his shoes and jacket before they left the dorm room.

They didn’t encounter anyone until they were about half a block away from the dorm where Viktor lived, and even then it was no one that they knew. Most people were still out at parties or doing homework to try and allow their weekend to be free, so they had the streets relatively to themselves.

That was nice, because the closer that they got to the small corner convenience store, the more nervous and fragile that Viktor began to feel. He had grown up with horrible anxiety his entire life so it wasn’t like that was completely new to this situation, but the idea of what he suspected was wrong with him actually being true was certainly making it worse instead of easier.

Klaus was supportive the entire time that they were on their way, talking about either things to keep his best friend distracted or anything that popped up into his mind to make it feel more normal. The taller man knew exactly how to deal with his best friend and his anxiety since he had been helping Viktor through it for almost eight years.

They got to the convenience store after about ten minutes of walking and ducked inside. Klaus grabbed a can of coffee from the front of the store and then led them to the part of the store with the pregnancy tests. Viktor immediately felt overwhelmed by the feminine branding, everything purple and pink colored with pictures of women with huge bumps. “Gross,” he muttered as he picked out a blue one that was relatively expensive. He figured that it was going to be better than some of the cheaper ones in his small amount of knowledge about products such as these.

“Don’t you think it’s going to look weird?” he asked as they made their way back up to the front.

Klaus snagged him a lemonade from the counter next to the check out desk as he replied, “How is it going to look weird?”

“I mean, I pass well enough to not get misgendered like ninety percent of the time in public and I’m buying a pregnancy test,” Viktor muttered. He knew that he was stalling because he didn’t want to deal with the possible judgements that were going to be laid on him from the cashier.

The taller of the two college students shrugged. “It’s not their job to judge us and they have no idea that it’s for you,” Klaus replied. He reached over and snagged the pregnancy test from here Viktor had been clutching it in his hands. He walked up to the cashier and plopped all of the items down onto the counter without a care in the world.

Just as he had said, the cashier rang up all of their items and then told them how much it cost. They paid and departed very quickly without a single word of non-transaction conversation passing between them and the worked. They then quickly made their way back to the dorm room while sipping at the drinks that they bought. The conversation was a lot more stilted and nervous that time around then it had been originally.

The hardest part about the whole process, in Viktor’s mind, was having to sit around for about half an hour after he had finished the lemonade while waiting for it to pass through his system so that he could take the stupid test. He was really grateful that Allison, his roommate, was going to be out with her boyfriend all evening and wouldn’t be coming back until early in the morning after the whole thing was over.

As soon as he felt the urge to pee, Viktor sprang up off the ground and rushed to the bathroom after snagging the bag that held the test. He read the instructions on the back of the overly gendered packaging and then followed them exactly. It was a very weird and invasive process, even if he was the one doing it to himself on his own body.

After he finished, he put the cap back on the test and then set it down on the counter. He opened the door and Klaus was right there, waiting for his best friend to need him again. Viktor handed the test to him, face down so neither of them could see if there was any kind of developing answer, and then went to the small kitchen that the dorm contained. It was mostly just a counter with a sink and a minifridge that Allison had located her toaster oven on, but they still used it to cook sometimes.

He grabbed the little white kitchen timer from on top of the stack of papers that was on the minifridge and then turned it to five minutes before he walked back to the bathroom. He set the device down on the opposite side of the sink as he hauled himself up onto the counter. Klaus walked fully into the bathroom and then closed the door behind them so that if Allison did come home earlier than they thought that she would, they would still have some privacy. He slid down onto the floor so that his back was pushed up against the door to keep it from opening even more than the shitty lock would.

Viktor let out a small groan as he leaned his head back against the mirror. Every little click noise that the timer was making while he waited for it to go off seemed like it was mocking him, proving just how royally he had fucked up this situation. He felt like his nerves were on fire as warmth flushed through his body and made the cold of the mirror and counter underneath him all the more appealing. He picked at the ends of his fingers where the callouses from years of playing the violin had formed before he moved to toying with the edge of his shirt.

He tried to imagine what he would look like with a baby bump, but it was so foreign to him that he couldn’t. He was an only child, as was Klaus, so he had never really been around someone that was pregnant enough to know what it looked like when it was real. The only actual exposure that he had to pregnancy was from what he watched in shows and movies, which was so hyper-feminized that the idea of having it done to him made him want to vomit.

Or maybe that was morning sickness settling in now that he had accepted the fact that he might be pregnant.

The timer finally went off, alerting them both to the fact that they were finished waiting. Viktor jumped so hard that he was half convinced he had dislodged some of his bones from where they should be in his joints. He leaned forward so that his elbows were on his thighs and he could bury his face in his hands.

Klaus reached up and grabbed the timer so that he could turn it off. He then moved so that he was kneeling in front of Viktor, his crossed arms resting on top of the other man’s knees. “Aren’t you going to look at it? That’s the whole point of taking it, after all.”

“I don’t know,” Viktor sighed as he leaned back so that his face was visible again. He turned his head the opposite way of the test despite the small device being upside down so that neither of them could see it.

“I’m right here, Vik. If it does turn out that you’re pregnant then we’ll handle it. It’s gonna drive both of us up the wall if we don’t see what the test says, though,” Klaus poked at his leg.

Conceding that his friend was right, Viktor reached over and snagged the test off of the counter. He held it in both of his hands, one side of the stick in each of his calloused fingers. He took a deep breath as he sat up properly and then slowly turned the little stick over. “Shit,” he muttered when he saw the result.

He wasn’t able to say what it said, the chipper message basically mocking him. He handed it over to Klaus, who muttered the word as he read it, “Pregnant.”

They sat in silence for a moment before the taller of the two college students said, “I guess this is one doodle that can’t be undone, home skillet.”

“Do not quote Juno at me right now, you asshole!” Viktor crowed, swiping at the other.

Klaus laughed and ducked out of range. He sprang to his feet and then inserted the test back into the package that it came from. “Do you wanna go stash this in your room and then we can talk about what you’re gonna do?”

The light humor that had been resting on Viktor’s face a moment prior at the joke that his friend made immediately slipped off of his features. He took the box with the test in it from Klaus and opened the door to the bathroom. He had just exited when the front door opened and his very giggly roommate entered.

Viktor darted for his room as quickly as he could so that he could stash the pregnancy test away from Allison’s prying eyes. He cared very deeply for his friend and roommate, the two of them had been living together since they were eighteen, but she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

“What are you doing home so early?” he asked as he stuck his head out of his bedroom. He had his hands on either side of the doorframe to keep her from being able to push past him into her room. She was wearing her three inch heels, which meant that she was more than a foot taller than him (not that it was a hard feat, seeing as Viktor just barley broken five foot nothing). She was strong enough that if she really wanted to, she could overpower him by flinging herself at him until he collapsed down to the ground, but in her drunken state she would just pull and push at him until she got bored.

“Ray and I drank a little bit too much and then the date wasn’t fun anymore so we agreed to try again later,” she waved her hand dismissively at him. “What’s Klaus doing here?”

“Klaus is always here when you’re gone. It’s the only time that we get to hang out without an Allison,” Viktor replied playfully. The woman was drunk enough that she wasn’t going to remember a single word of what he said by the time that she woke up. He left the edge of his room, very confident in the fact that she was going to go prying in the state that she was in.

He placed his hands on Allison’s shoulder and then directed her towards her bedroom. He helped her remove her shoes, discarding them against the opposite wall, before he got a makeup wipe and carefully dragged it over her eyes. He removed her belt and the jeans that she was wearing, allowing them to lay in a heap on the ground over her shoes so that she could deal with them later. The last thing that he helped her do was place the bonnet of her hair so that it could be protected as she slept. She collapsed down into the bed and was out like a light almost immediately after that, like she always did when she was drunk.

“She’s not going to be waking up for a while. I don’t think she got to the point of needing to vomit so we probably don’t have to worry about that,” Viktor explained as he stepped out of his roommate’s room, shutting the door behind him to give her some privacy.

Klaus nodded in understanding. He got up onto the bed, folding his legs messily underneath him and then leaning against the headboard. Viktor flopped down so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the double bed and his back was flat against the mattress.

“So what do you want to do?” Klaus asked, his voice almost caught in his throat with how cautious he was being. It all felt so heavy now that they knew it was true. This was something that they had been aware could happen their entire lives, especially with them both being pansexual and having healthy sex-lives. Thinking about the possibility of it happening and taking precautions to make sure that it didn’t was a lot different than the situation realizing itself, though.

The smaller man placed both of his hands over his face and gave a small groan. “I don’t know. It feels like a lot to take in right now but I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep unless we talk about it a little.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation a little bit. It was hard watching his friend go through something so complicated, even if it had just begun. “You had to talk about whether or not to quit choir for like a month before you actually did it.”

“Too much dysphoria,” Viktor shook his head at the memory. He flopped both of his arms over his face so that his mouth and nose were open to the air and he could breath, but everything else was covered. He thought for a moment before he said, “What are my options?”

Klaus replied, “Well we should focus on the right-here, right-now. You can have an abortion or you can go through with the pregnancy.”

That hung in the air even more than the revelation of the pregnancy. They had both been raised pretty religious, though their parents didn’t bring a lot of the super stringent bible-centric beliefs into raising them. Even back when Klaus had been Amish with his mother, before his father had passed away and they felt that it was safe to move away from the community, Rachel had been pretty tame on the lessons from the Bible. Neither of them had continued going to church after they had moved out, though they did go whenever they were back home with their parents, and neither of them felt particularly drawn towards God, Jesus, or Christianity as a whole.

“My parents would understand, wouldn’t they?” Viktor asked. One of his hands moved so that it was propping up his hand and the other rested on his ribcage, too timid to move the couple of inches down to his stomach. “If I got an abortion?”

Klaus nodded. “If you don’t feel like you could make it through a pregnancy and raising a kid they would be all for it. Isn’t that what their church says anyway?”

Viktor groaned. “I’d have to go and get a blessing from one of the confessors for one. That means that I’m going to have to explain why I can’t go through with a pregnancy and raise a kid.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Klaus shook his head. “I mean, it’s something that we can consider more if you decide to go down that route, but do you really not want to go through with the pregnancy?”

That made him pause, even for just a moment. He hadn’t been thinking about himself and what he might want, his mind had only been on what his parents would think of him and the steps that he’d have to take to go through either path.

Viktor thought back to the life that he had idealized for himself when he was younger, back in high school when that was the favorite thing of teachers to make them go over. He had always pictured himself as having two or three kids running around a big house. He hadn’t had any siblings when he was growing up but Klaus had become something of a brother to him when they were in their tween and teen years.

“I mean… What if I want to keep the baby?” Viktor asked. “I never really pictured myself going through with a pregnancy, I always thought that I would have my partner do it or do adoption, but…”

“Here, let’s try this,” Klaus suggested as he flopped back onto the bed so that they were laying side by side. “You tell me what happens for the choice that I say. Kind of like coming up with a pros and cons list.”

Viktor considered it for a moment before he nodded in his consent. The entire situation was messy and confusing, but he knew that with his best friend’s help he was going to be able to unravel it one way or another. “So the first option is an abortion. You can’t be that far along since the party was only like six weeks ago if that is when the baby was conceived. So you shouldn’t have do to anything huge like a DNC,” Klaus started.

“It’s pricy though and I’m still on my parent’s medical insurance so I’d have to talk to them. Which means that I would have to go to the confessor and explain why I couldn’t go through with a pregnancy. Which is complicated since it’s not a direct medical condition,” Viktor explained. “It also feels kind of wrong to go through with an abortion without even telling Five that I’m pregnant.”

“Why? Right now, at six weeks, the only thing inside of your uterus is a clump of cells that has the potential to become a life. There’s so many things that could go wrong, especially right now, that could result in a miscarriage or something like that. You know, they say that there’s a heartbeat at six weeks but it’s actually just an electrical signal in what might become a heart,” Klaus reasoned back.

“I guess that’s true. But I’d still have to deal with the whole church thing, and telling my parents, and whatever might happen after the abortion. I can’t imagine that it’s a particularly pleasant experience, mentally or physically,” Viktor grimaced. He had done a lot of research by himself when he was in high school after he realized how lacking the classes he had taken in school were. None of the information he had been able to find was great, nor did he remember a lot of it in his panicked state of mind.

“So the other option is to go through with the pregnancy. That means telling your parents that you had sex with someone out of wedlock and then figuring out where you want to go from there,” Klaus said.

“If I went through with the pregnancy then I would have to deal with all the things that come with being pregnant. Like having a bump and my chest doing shit that I don’t want it to. And hormones, morning sickness, acne breakouts, retaining water, swelling, fatigue,” he groaned.

“But, you do get a baby at the end,” the other offered softly. Klaus knew how badly Viktor wanted to care for people and how badly he had wanted kids when they were younger. Klaus was a lot more uncle-oriented, where he was willing to be around babies and children but didn’t want to ever be the sole provider for one.

“That’s true,” his face curved up in a soft smile. “I don’t think that I would go through a pregnancy without wanting to keep the baby. I understand that there’s a lot of families out there that want kids and can’t have them for themselves, but pregnancy is something that’s so traumatic and difficult, especially when you don’t even get anything out of it in the end.”

“I would be there for you the entire time that you were pregnant too,” Klaus reminded him gently. It was incredible, the two different sides of Viktor’s best friend. Klaus had the ability to be direct, crass, and even rude at times but he could also flip to being compassionate, caring, and tender in an instant if that’s what the situation required. “And maybe we could put a rush on that apartment shopping project that we were working on.”

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “If I were to keep the baby, I would start showing around like sixteen weeks because I’m so small. But we’re graduating in about two months so that’s not really a problem, I think. I could hide it and it wouldn’t interfere with classes or anything. I also have a job lined up for almost as soon as I graduate so money wouldn’t really be super pressing either. They’ve got a good maternity policy. And we were already planning on moving in together so we could get an apartment and it would be okay, right?” Viktor had been staring directly up at the ceiling the entire time that he was laying out the plan in his head. When he finished speaking, he turned to the side so that he was looking at Klaus.

“If that’s what you want, then yeah. We can totally do that. You’re still gonna have to tell your parents either way. And if you’re gonna keep the kid you should probably find a way to tell Five,” he reasoned.

Viktor groaned, placing his hands over his face again. He had completely forgotten about the other half of the baby’s genetics.

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eren yalaz. intro. aesthetic. threads. louis dumas. intro. aesthetic. threads. vik zielkov. intro. aesthetic. threads.

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HI I JUST CAME FROM AO3 I READ YOUR VIK/READER STORY AND I THINK ITS AWESOME AND I HAD TO TELL YOU

Also, didn't knew that requests were open, can i request a Vik/reader oneshot where Vik finds us crying and comforts us?

Have a good day/afternoon/night AND ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE OK BYE

Hi! Omg thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so glad you enjoy them <33

I'm sorry for taking so long 😭 I found it more difficult to do than I thought it'd be jkfjhdjf but I hope you like it :3

You, My Solace

Viktor x gn!Reader----1.4K------SFW

Tags: Established Relationship| Angst & Comfort| Domestic Fluff

The living room was dark when Viktor entered the apartment you two shared. His footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, with no light in sight as he walked further in. With no sight of you either. Furrowing, Viktor considered the possibility of being home too early, that at any moment, you would be leaving your coat messily over the couch to plant yourself in front of him for a welcome home kiss.

Though the clock hung on the wall marked 8:06 PM when he peeked his head in the ajar door, looking at the amorph figure huddled in bed.

Viktor smiled, feeling the fluffy carpet around the bed as he walked over, the mattress dipping under his weight. One of his hands enveloped your ankle, giving it a playful pull.

He was expecting you to unveil your face from the blanket, looking at him with sleepy eyes, a slow smile expanding on your lips.

Instead, your body lay there with no reaction. Upon further inspection, Viktor heard you sniffling against a pillow.

“My love?” Viktor whispered, unsure how to proceed. “What’s wrong?”

Your movements under the blanket made it ripple. Viktor extended his arm to turn on the lamp on the nightstand, but your voice came with a broken tune to stop him with a weak: "No." Then, a pause. "…please."

It was shame, then. The passing memory of the issue about turning in or off the light the first time you made love washed over him, recognizing a tiny fragment of your feelings even if he couldn’t read your face.

Viktor rested his hand on your hip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your answer came too stretched out in the silence that Viktor was starting to think it was better to go to the kitchen and make you a hot beverage.

“I didn’t get the job,” you said, voice plain. Viktor felt his heart pool at his feet, and then slip between the creaks of the floorboards. “Because I guess I’m not as competent as I thought.”

He climbed into bed, ignoring that his leg brace pressed painfully against his knee as he moved to lay next to you, spooning the outlines of your body while only putting one hand over your shoulder.

“Love…”

“No,” you cut him, and Viktor winced. “I don’t want your pity.”

He retreated his hand. “Do you want to be alone for a while?” Viktor could do that, he knew you needed your time to unwind just as he did, from time to time. But even so, part of him felt stiff with anxiety about leaving you on your own while you were like this.

You hipped, the dam starting to break in the shaky threads of your voice. “N-no...” The blanket slipped out your face when you looked at him, with puffy eyes and trembling lips. His heart squeezed painfully. How long have you been crying? "N-no, please."

“Come here,” he muttered, hugging your torso as he cradled you on his lap, your head in the crook of his neck so Viktor could easily pepper your face in kisses to try and, if not dry your tears off, at least to give you the confidence you needed to cry in front of him, knowing that he’ll never judge you.

Your arms tangled in his shoulders, and you smell the familiar essence of him, with the detergent of his clothes matching yours, the burned oil and melted metal from all his working hours in the lab. It grounded you, your eyes closed so everything else would fade away.

“You aren’t inadequate, my love.” Viktor kissed the top of your head. “I’m sure there’s a job for you.” His eyes were shiny even with the lamps off, with only the dimmed light of the streetlamps below. “Rejection hurts a lot, but you shouldn’t take it personally.”

“But I failed—”

"Many things are out of your control. That you don't get the wished result out of them doesn't mean you are the problem." He stopped, dragging you into a more comfortable position now that his right leg started to cramp. "Remember what you always said to me when my prototypes don't work?"

As you shook your head, the rebel locks of your hair brushed his neck. You had a very good memory, and for the way you were biting your lip, eyes avoiding him, Viktor thought that you had never been a good liar.

"It's alright. I'll remind you." His thumb was warm against the wet streaks of tears down your cheeks. He looked at your lips swollen from crying for so long. "Your worth isn't quantifiable in your successes," Viktor muttered, his lips brushing your forehead. "You shouldn't feel less worthy just because you failed."

His shrug made you rest your head on his chest instead, the gentle rhythm of his heart soothing your palpitating headache. “I didn’t understand it at first, but you’re right. I’m more than Viktor the inventor; and you’re more than your job, too.”

You looked up at him, the hand cupping your cheek and meeting yours as you started to dry the tears away with harsh brushes of your palm. Viktor took your hand gently, fingers interlacing. "Please be kind to yourself, my love. It's alright to cry, too. I just wanted to remind you that you're worthy, but you can cry until your heart feels a little lighter, yes? I'll be right here if you want."

His gentle words formed a knot in your throat. Part of you wanted to stop altogether, to point a hand at your reflection in the mirror to mock how childish you were behaving. The other echoed with Viktor’s voice, filling with warm your stomach, pulling the pilling up feelings out in a trembling jaw.

Your vision started to get fuzzy, a sob leaving your lips as you hide your face against his vest, not caring that the outline of his buttons would get marked on your cheek. His hand rubbed circles on your back and whispered words moved the hairs around your ears. Half the time you were too caught up in your cries that you didn't hear them correctly, but as they started growing fainter his loving words made you put him closer.

“I’ll help you try again,” he was saying. “I’m sure that if we tried again enough times, we’ll get somewhere. Yes? Yes, like when you test theories in the lab… But for now, you shall rest. You deserve it. Have you eaten something?”

You shook your head again, your cheeks hot from shame.

"Then I'll cook something. I think there are some leftovers from yesterday's dinner, isn't it? I'll go serve us a plate." He smiled, trying you on the bed without disturbing you. You started to push the blanket away as if you wished to stand up. "No, no. It's fine. I can do it alone this time."

“I think… I think I would like to keep my mind busy,” you commented.

Viktor nodded. “Of course. Then let’s go. I think we can prepare some hot cocoa. What do you say?”

A small smile started to tug the corners of your lips. “With some cookies?”

He chuckled, happy that at least you were starting to develop an appetite. "With some cookies, yes. Shall we?" He said, his hand extended to you once he was standing again.

You nodded, your hand taking his as you propel yourself out of bed, with the blanket pooling at your feet. You walked out of the room, turning on the lamps in the living room and the kitchen. The blanket that cocooned you all evening was now thrown on the couch, used as a refuge for your cold feet as you cuddled in it after eating.

All the feelings pouring out of you made you feel exhausted now that your mind was somewhat clearer. Viktor was hugging you as you turned your head toward him, half-hiding his neck.

He was reading something about bioengineering from a book, the seal of the Academy library on its cover. Even if you couldn’t understand what he was saying, you relish in the soft cadence of his voice that reverberated in his chest, and then all over you.

Your eyes slowly closed, eyelids fluttering, trying to fight against the sleep clouding your mind.

Viktor kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, my dear. I love you.”

You tried to say: "I love you, too," though your lips barely moved with a long 'mmmm' sound. But it didn't matter, because Viktor knew to read all your little noises, your body language, how your eyes seemed to write down all the answers you couldn't dare to say out loud.

He looked down at you, a gentle smile on his lips, his golden eyes twinkling like stars that would assure you that tonight would be filled with only peaceful dreams…

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