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Could you please do a gn! Reader x arcane characters where reader gets drunk at a bar/party and arcane characters take care of them? (Silco, Viktor, jinx, Vander, Caitlin,) :)
Sure, love getting Arcane requests again.
Pairing: Jinx, Caitlyn, Vander, Silco, Viktor x Reader
Tags: fluff, comfort, parties, drinking, cuddles, sweet kisses, headache, teasing, needy!Reader
A/N: I get sleepy so fast after drinking alcohol, maybe I need more tolerance.
Jinx loves a good party, or any excuse to have one. Given her nearly endless energy she can party until morning and she never gets drunk or sick. Well lucky her because you're only human. No Shimmer in your blood.
Good thing that Shimmer also gives her a lot of strength because she had to drag your pretty ass all the way home. Your drunken thank yous are very cute and she will tease you about them in the morning, but for now she will let you sleep this off. She can take a nap next to you but if you get handsy you'll wake up without that hand.
"Down you go sugar. Not that way down, not when you can barely look up at me. How much did you drink anyway? You wanted to match me? You... do realize that amount can kill a normal human right? I love you want to keep up but don't put yourself in danger for my amusement. Seeing you like this is... not fun."
Caitlyn doesn't actually have that much of a tolerance for alcohol, not the hard stuff anyway. Besides she needs to always keep her with about her, even when there's a party going on. It's a habit that she can never let go off, always on alert, never letting her guard down.
This allows her to keep an eye on you, someone who she knows will party pretty hard. You want her to have a good time too so you always try to include her, but as soon as she notices you're going overboard she will pull you aside and up to her bedroom. You stay here for the night, she'll help you sneak out in the morning. In the mean time, maybe some water and something salty would help.
"I can't take my eyes off you can I darling? I never do but especially now. How can I when you're irresistible to me? Yes, even dead drunk, I still find you very cute. Wipe that silly grin of your face will you, before I do it for you. I'm not kissing you while you taste like alcohol!"
Vander has seen many, many people get absolutely wasted in his bar so he knows how to see the signs early. There's no way he's scooping you off the table or the floor while you throw up everywhere, how would that look for him as the owner? It'd get him teased for sure, plus a few laughs ain't worth you getting hurt.
He picks you up in his arms, deciding to pack up for the night, at least for the two of you. Even as you're lowered to the bed you don't let go of his shirt, pulling it off his body until it's on you instead. Now you can sleep, when you have his scent all over you. But in the morning when you wake up you have to fight against a drumming headache as you hear the kids running and laughing through the hallways.
"That's what you get for drinking so much darlin'. I told them to keep it down but you know I can't fully control them. You can sit today out, I'll take care of everything else. Now uh... my shirt please? Why not? I ain't going out there without it. Well maybe we can make a deal hm? A few big kisses for my shirt?"
Silco already has his lackies and his kid to watch out for. So you need to be an adult here, along with... and just a few hours in and you're drunk. Well now he knows where Jinx gets her party encouragement from.
He has to carry you up on his back, all the way to the bed and... you should really let go of him now. There's still people downstairs and he is not letting Sevika be with a drunk Jinx because the last time that happened there was a fire in the bar. But he also doesn't want to leave you... what a dilemma. Will you stay in bed if he gives you a kiss? More then a kiss? Fine, but make it really quick.
"You really need to learn some self-restraint darling. How do you expect to please me when you can't even stand up? Oh I can see you can still use your mouth, but I'm worried you might hurt yourself. How about you lay back and I please you? That should be enough to make you pass out no?"
Viktor doesn't drink a lot, not because he doesn't like it because he doesn't handle it very well most of the time. He needs to be in a really good mood to drink. Most of the time he drinks when he's with you, to loosen up a little and have fun with you.
However he's also the one who ends up patting you on the back when you throw up in the toilet later that night. He told you to slow down, but nope, you had to prove you can drink more then him, which isn't really that hard. You end up cuddling with him all night and mumbling how much you love him and end up telling him he'll make a great husband one day.
"Husband? You're thinking that far into the future my darling? Interesting. I'm guessing you didn't mean to say that right now so I'll be sure to act surprised when you actually ask me to marry you. You want kids too? Any other big secrets? You loving me is no secret."
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Jayce finding out about your relationship with Viktor.
Inspiration: Part of my pet name headcanon (HERE) for Viktor! I just had to. The thought of this cute little interaction from the pet name “my most esteemed colleague” was just too good.
Character: Arcane!Viktor
Genre: Headcanon
Category: FLUFF (Ft. Jayce being a bit of a silly goose. 😂.)
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!
TW: Small mention of alcohol. Swearing (because I swear lmao.)
Important context: Based on what I wrote in the pet name headcanon, I’m writing this with the idea of the reader being a professor at the academy (any subject). Also timeline-wise: this is before the end of the timeskip. Obviously HexTech exists, but Jayce isn’t a councilman yet or anything.
You and Viktor have only been dating maybe a couple months at this point. Your relationship is extremely new.
Not many people in your lives know. Not because you both aren’t happy or excited about this new relationship. It’s quite the opposite, in fact.
You two have never been so happy, but both of you are just fairly private people. Neither of you feel the need to be extremely obvious about your relationship in public. You’re both happy to save affection for those quiet moments alone together.
Someone who surprisingly does know? Heimerdinger. He knows because he’s the one who introduced you to Viktor at the academy holiday party last year. It was only maybe a couple months after you joined the faculty.
He immediately noticed you and Viktor both trying to discreetly check each other out during academy meetings.
“Discreetly” lmao you two were halfway to making heart eyes at each other already, let’s be so fucking for real. But he thought about it and realized you two would actually be really good for each other.
“Viktor, my boy, I’d like to introduce you to one of our newer colleagues here at the academy, Professor (Y/L/N). Professor (Y/L/N) teaches [enter subject] and is already responsible for some incredible projects. Professor, I’m pleased to introduce my former assistant, Viktor. He’s now working in our labs with Mr. Jayce Talis on HexTech.”
You couldn’t help but smile shyly at the tall young man who seems only a bit older than you are. He’s really quite handsome. And his EYES. You were pretty sure you could get lost in those amber eyes forever.
You realized you’d been quietly watching for a moment instead of responding, causing you to blush and stammer out a response.
“V-Very lovely to meet you, Viktor. I’ve asked Professor Heimerdinger to refer to me as (Y/N). Since he still won’t, I hope you will? I find Professor (Y/L/N) too formal for me, at least among colleagues.”
Viktor gave you a smile that made your heart flip. “(Y/N) does seem a lot more fitting, I agree. Happy to call you whatever you’d prefer (SMOOTH VIKTOR 😉). Now, while we were talking, I see they’ve set out the champagne. Would you like me to bring you a glass?”
“I’d love that, thank you! Once you return, I’d love to hear more about the intricacies of HexTech. Your work with Mr. Talis is fascinating and I’d love to understand it better, especially if I can hear from an expert.”
“Happy to talk about it, as long as I can hear more about [subject you teach] and your projects. I admit it’s not a topic I’m extremely familiar with.”
You smiled. “I’d love to tell you about my work, though I can’t promise it’ll be as attention holding as yours.”
Heimerdinger stepped in here, “You sell yourself short, Professor. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our conversations about your projects. Now you two go enjoy yourselves. I’m going to go make sure people aren’t causing any trouble.”
The yordle had been alive long enough to know when two people have excellent chemistry. He noticed the intense sparks between both of you IMMEDIATELY and he figured it wouldn’t be long before the two of you were together. (Surprise surprise he was correct.)
You’d never had so much fun at a work function before that night.
You and Viktor ended up talking together the rest of the party and he walked you home. Turns out the two of you live fairly close to each other.
You and him quickly became friends, and it only took a couple months for him to ask you on a coffee date, which you happily agreed to.
And once again you and him ended up talking together for hours. It was the most enjoyable date you’d ever had. You’d never felt so naturally comfortable with someone before.
And Viktor wasn’t even upset about being away from work for so long (though he did have to create some random excuse to appease Jayce’s curiosity).
Soon one date turned into more, and before too long, the two of you were officially in a relationship.
This brings us back to the present.
Viktor always gets to his lab so much earlier than you arrive at the academy.
To the point you sometimes wonder if he’s slept there. (The answer is sometimes yes.)
But anyway, one Wednesday night when Viktor decides he isn’t going to sleep at the lab, he comes over to your apartment for dinner. And while you two are chatting, he can’t help but complain a bit about the coffee machine in the lab not working.
And while of course you are being a supportive partner and listening to him, it is kind of hilarious, but also concerning, to realize how much this man depends on caffeine to get through his day.
Like you knew he drank coffee. You were not aware how much coffee he consumed since he mostly consumed it in the lab.
As the two of you sit together on the couch, chatting while Viktor goes over notes and you grade assignments, you can’t help but muse out loud a little bit after another round of tired grumbling from him.
“Tomorrow is my light class day. I could bring you coffee and breakfast? Since I know you’re already at the academy before the local cafes open.”
He perks up at the thought.
“I don’t need the breakfast, just the coffee, my dear.”
That earns him a mock stern stare from you.
“Ah ah ah, I’m going to make sure you actually eat breakfast, damnit. Even better, I’ll eat my breakfast with you. I rarely get to see you in the mornings, so it will be nice.”
He can’t help but smile. It would be nice to see you in the morning, especially when he’s tired. You always brighten his day whenever he sees you.
You’ve been visiting him and Jayce in their lab occasionally since you and Viktor became friends, but due to both of your recent schedules, it’s been a while, like since before the two of you made things official.
“That sounds nice, yes. When should I expect you?” His voice is happy as he laces his fingers with your hand that isn’t holding a pen.
You can’t help but blush happily at the little gesture. Viktor becoming more and more affectionate with you in private has been such a lovely surprise.
“I usually get to the academy around 9 on Thursdays. Does 9:15 work for you?”
He nods. “You know my order, yes?”
“Of course, Vitya. But, I also want to go ahead and at least grab coffee and pastries for Jayce and Sky. Do you know their coffee orders?”
After noting down his lab mates’ orders, you happily go back to grading papers, now enjoying companionable silence with Viktor.
Once he decides to get home for the evening, you send him off with a gentle peck and a “I’ll see you tomorrow with breakfast, love.”
He’s blushing so hard on the way home omg. You made him so happy calling him love.
And so the next day, you walk into work with one of those drink carriers, a big bag with pastries, and a smaller bag with your and Viktor’s omelets.
After dropping off the non-essentials in your office, you make your way over to the lab section of the academy.
You knock on their lab’s main door before opening it, just to give them a little heads up someone is coming in.
As you walk in, you’re greeted with a happy, but tired, “(Y/N)!” from Jayce. You and him have become friends too since you became close with Viktor.
“Good morning, Jayce! I’ve brought the lab some treats since I heard the coffee machine is currently out of commission.”
“Did Viktor tell you? Oh my god, you’re my fucking hero!”
Speaking of Viktor, he’s nose deep in textbooks at his desk, but the second Jayce says your name, he looks up and smiles at you, getting up and making his way over to you.”
“Ah! There’s my most esteemed colleague! Come to save the day.”
You can’t help but giggle at the silly little name.
But out of the corner of your eye you see Jayce looking a confused and maybe even just a little bit hurt that Viktor reffered to you, someone he’s only known like six months, as his most esteemed colleague and not him, the man he literally founded HexTech with.
Not that Jayce doesn’t respect you. He’s thinks you’re incredibly impressive, but after all they’ve been through, damn Viktor that hurts a little.
Realizing that you have to be the one to smooth over Jayce’s misunderstanding somehow, you meet Viktor in the middle of the room, smiling as he takes the coffees.
As soon as he takes the coffees and the smaller bag with just breakfast for you two, you lean up and gently peck his cheek and offer him a “Good morning, my most esteemed colleague. I hope you haven’t been caffeine deprived for too long, Viktor.”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed by your generous gift and presence, my dear.”
Now out of the corner of your eye you see Jayce’s eyebrows immediately go up in surprise, and he definitely doesn’t look upset anymore. In fact, he looks super excited for both of you, sporting the largest grin.
He even calls out a, “Ah Viktor, they really are your most esteemed colleague, I see.”
You smile at Jayce as you go over to give him the pastry box while Viktor gets a little pink on his cheeks.
“Those are for everyone, Jayce, so I better hear that Sky got some too. Anyway, I suppose I am. He is mine as well! Careful of teasing though. I’ve given Viktor all the coffees to pass out, so he might decide to keep yours for himself.”
Viktor smirks at you as Jayce lets out a tired whine.
“Ah, I like the way you think, my love!”
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ahhh this was so fun to write. As soon as I put “my most esteemed colleague” as a “slightly silly but still plausible and cute” answer on the list of Viktor’s pet names for his partner, this idea immediately came to mind and I just had to write it. Having been in university, and then grad school, I’ve been colleagues with some pretty cool people. I also loved including the little first meeting and matchmaker Heimerdinger for this Professor!Reader AU! Shoutout again to my friend from college who is my beta reader for Arcane things because she also loves Viktor basically as much as I do (lmao I love my friends)!
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viktor is a cat, no i do not take criticism
you're right and you should say it.
The Likeness Of Men And Cats [Oneshot]
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Rating: T
Proofread: no beta we die like men
Synopsis: You acquire a cat for the first time, and make a startling connection between it and your best friend, Viktor. Of course, you now have to test your theory: is the man you're crushing on actually several cats in a trenchcoat?
You’ve worked with Viktor for years. Six years, in fact, if you started all the way back in your first year at the academy.
You hadn’t had much interest in him, then. He was just another face in the crowded classroom, just another hand that got raised whenever your professors asked a question. He was smart, sure, but no more than some of the other people in your peer group.
Only once you’d been assigned to a group project did you really start getting to know him - and his less than stellar reputation around campus.
Your friends had all given you their condolences when you’d told them who you’d be working with for the semester, each of them sprouting off some story or another about an interaction they’d had with this Viktor.
And the more you got to know him, the more you realized their stories were true.
He was blunt, and logical to a fault. He refused to take breaks, for either his or your sake - even when you’d been about to pass out from sleep deprivation, he’d merely sighed and told you to sleep, then, if you need it. He frustrated you to no end.
And the more you got to know him, the more you realized your friends’ tales were…wrong.
You had hardly wanted bad blood between you and the man you were supposed to be working with for the whole semester, so you’d stuck it out. You’d been friendly, made yourself approachable, listened to him when he spoke and tried to include him in conversations.
And eventually he opened up.
Shared little jokes with you, brought little snacks to your study sessions so you wouldn’t go hungry. He showed a profound sense of compassion, the deeper your chats got, and a truly spectacular desire to change the world for the better.
It only made sense that you’d fall in love with him. Stupidly, terribly in love.
Even now, years after you’d graduated and moved onto your own projects, you still got heart palpitations whenever you spent time with him. Which happened to be most days, what with your work coinciding so closely. You’re certain that one of these days, the persistent thrum in your chest is simply going to stop, and you’re going to perish.
All because of him, and his stupid handsome face, and his stupid beautiful brain.
And it’s not like you hadn’t tried to tell him how you felt! You’re not the kind of person to just stand there stewing in your feelings for years without trying to resolve them!
He was just…not interested. You dropped hint after hint after hint, suggesting you spend time together to catch up, or maybe go out to lunch, or even dinner. You’d flirted with him so openly that even Jayce was cringing from your efforts!
But he never reciprocated.
Jayce had tried to comfort you one evening, after a particularly rough afternoon of thirsting after your best friend. He probably just doesn’t realize you’re trying to uhh…woo him, he’d said, in a vain attempt at calming your roiling emotions.
Didn’t realize. Right.
You’d been heartbroken for so long after being rejected by Viktor, lost in thought and unable to effectively work. Making excuse after excuse as to why you were ‘out of sorts’ and ‘not feeling well’.
That is…until now.
Three weeks ago, you’d…come into the possession of a soft, fuzzy creature. Or she’d come into possession of you?
Either way, you’d found a cat. Skinny, mottled black and white, covered in fleas - she’d woken you up in the middle of a fateful night, screaming haplessly from your balcony where she’d gotten stuck. The moment you opened the sliding door, she’d run inside and had since refused to leave.
It had been hectic in the first couple days, particularly when you were trying to get her into the bath to remove all the built up dirt and dust from her fur. But you’d gotten her settled eventually, and since then she’s become a staple in your everyday routine.
It had taken you a while to really notice the patterns in her behavior, and to connect the dots.
Your cat behaved an awful lot like Viktor.
Rather, Viktor behaved an awful lot like a cat.
Bringing you little gifts for no apparent reason, typically in the form of snacks or trinkets. Preferring to sit in the same place as you and work separately, as opposed to actively engaging in conversation. Only showing you his softer side once he knew he could trust you. Even the few times he touched you, he did so in the most unusual way you’d ever seen - running a hand down your arm, or your back.
Not unlike a cat brushing up against its companion.
Looking back, knowing what you know now, you feel…stupid. For disregarding the man you loved so easily, for not clueing into his way of expressing love.
Because of course he loved you!
…probably.
Maybe.
…you need to test your theory.
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The next day is when you begin Phase One of your plan.
You spent the entire night working on a detailed month-long set of experiments, subtle enough that Viktor wouldn’t think your actions were too weird or out of the blue. In the event that you were wrong in your hypothesis, you would be able to chalk your behaviour up to…
…to…
…wanting to switch things up a bit?
So, truthfully, you hadn’t really thought much about it at all. You’d actually fallen asleep with your face smashed into your desk around ten in the evening, and by the time your alarm had started blaring, you had to scramble to make sense of what little you’d scribbled down.
“Good afternoon, my brilliant men of science!” you cheer, skipping into the lab in your typical loud fashion, your arms full with a large cardboard box that had steam wafting from between its creases.
Viktor hums a quiet greeting from across the room, barely paying you any mind as he continues to focus on his current project.
Jayce, on the other hand, looks over the moment you set foot in the room, making a beeline towards you when he sees you struggling with your parcel.
“What’s in the box?” he wonders, watching over your shoulder as you set it out on one of the free desks, and begin to unfold the flaps.
“Lunch!” you reply, finally revealing a bunch of smaller boxes packed tightly within. “I know you two don’t always have time to run out to grab something to eat, so I thought I’d do it for you. It’s important to keep your energy up when you’re using your brains so much.”
Jayce wastes no time in helping you unpack everything you’d brought, opening up each little package to discover the treasures that lay inside. It’s mostly foods that you know Viktor likes - a couple of baked goods, some potato dumplings, a thermos of root stew, some little swirly breads.
In no time, he’s fixed himself a plate and gone back to his own workplace, leaving you to stand alone by the feast.
Looking at Viktor.
Who was looking at you.
Looking at you with the most suspicion you’ve ever seen him wear, with his eyes narrowed in thought and his shoulders held tight and square.
“Why?” he asks, glancing between you and the food.
“What do you mean, why?”
His brows pull together slightly, adding to the absolute absurdity of his expression.
“What’s the catch?” he reiterates, finally rising from his seat to slink towards you. “You never bring us lunch. Ever. What’s the occasion?”
You shrug nonchalantly.
“Why would I need a reason to be nice?” you ask. You supposed you could just tell him what you were up to - you doubt he’d be upset with you if you did. He’d probably just be curious about your theory.
The only issue was that if he knew, it might skew your data. If he knew what you were looking for, he might try to react in a way that he thought you’d like - or in a way that would purposefully fuck with you.
No, it would be better if you didn’t tell him. At least not yet.
“V, I’m all for asking questions, but please stop trying to dissect a good thing?” Jayce pleads from the other side of the room, casting over his best impression of a kicked puppy.
You’re pretty sure he knows what you’re up to.
Viktor, in any case, appears to be momentarily placated by your explanation, poor as it was. You know that he’s going to wonder about it eventually, but for now you’ve got time. You’ve got time to sit and eat lunch with your two best friends, and hopefully think up some better excuses.
—
You continue bringing the two of them lunch for the next week. Jayce remains completely unbothered by the situation, and even offers to help once you tell him what your master plan is.
He knows how down bad you are for your friend, and you’re certain that he’s fully sick of listening to you lament about how pretty he is and how badly your heart aches.
Viktor hasn’t mentioned anything since the first day of your new routine, either, but you can tell he’s just as suspicious as he was at the start. His gaze is always sharp when you clatter into the room with another box of food, watching intently while you unpack, remaining trained on you while he makes his way over to hesitantly scoop some up for himself.
Almost like he’s waiting for some kind of reaction out of you.
But you give him nothing, no hints as to what your plan is. You wait patiently while he fixes himself a plate, asking him how his day has been or perhaps about what he’s working on, smiling softly all the while.
It’s exactly one week to the day when you burst into the lab again, followed closely by your loud and raucous announcement of your presence, only to be met with silence.
“I’m afraid Jayce isn’t here today,” Viktor sighs from behind a stack of notebooks, not even bothering to turn his attention away from the formulas he’s copying down.
You, however, are undeterred, continuing your trail into the room, over to your usual table where you are about to begin Phase Two of testing your theory.
“I know,” you reply, setting your things down. “He said he had a thing with Mel today - and a busy week, too.”
You can see from the corner of your eye as your friend finally turns away from his work.
“You knew he wouldn’t be here?” he wonders, utterly perplexed. When you hum your confirmation, he continues, “Then why did you bother coming?”
That alone is enough to give you pause, glancing towards him in confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I?” you ask.
You stare at each other for a couple of seconds, before he shrugs and makes a noncommittal grumble, turning back to his papers.
He…thought you wouldn’t come? If it was just him, he thought…you wouldn’t even bother showing up. As if he wasn’t your best friend, and the love of your life, and the brightest part of your day? Like he couldn’t possibly be the reason for your kindness?
Your heart clenches.
In silence, you fix him a plate of the little foods you know he’ll like; you’d gone out of your way to pick out a couple of his favourites today, having suspected that he might be difficult to persuade without Jayce nearby to bully him into eating.
“Here,” you tell him, softly, setting the plate on the desk beside him. You set your hand on his shoulder for a brief moment, letting your fingertips wander down his arm, and then turn away to head back to your own work.
Knowing Viktor, he’d prefer the silence over active conversation. It was easier for him when the other half of HexTech was around to act as a buffer and keep your endless desire to talk entertained. But today, when it’s just the two of you? You know you’ve overstepped your bounds in the past, pushing him into a state of discomfort with your constant chattering.
But not today.
Today, you’ve brought your own work with you, fully intent on sitting quietly with your best friend while you both eat your meals. You had the entire hour to catch up on grading your students’ tests - grades they’d been hassling you about for a while now.
It’s a little bit uncomfortable at first, to not talk while you know he’s nearby. There are things from your day that you want to share with him - something funny that one of your first-years said to you, the gossip you’ve heard about other faculty members.
But you resist.
Viktor, on the other hand, only makes it about ten minutes.
All at once, the incessant scribbling of his pen stops, followed by a deep sigh, and the quiet clatter of the utensil being set down. A creak in his chair, as he turns towards you.
“Have I done something to offend you?” he inquires, bluntly, as usual.
You glance up from your pile of papers with wide eyes, surprised by the suddenness of his question.
“No?” you reply, “Why would you think that?”
He sighs again, his gaze wandering away from yours and down to the floor. He looks hesitant, the same sort of hesitant that he’d been when taking the food you offered to him: like he was waiting for something to happen.
Like he was waiting for you to…to announce that you were playing some kind of absurd prank-
Oh.
“You’ve hardly said a word to me today,” he mumbles, crossing his arms on the back of his chair so he can rest his head between them.
“But…you like the quiet?” you reply, far more meek than you’d intended to be. Had he been taking your entire experiment as some kind of mean joke on him? Had he already known that he was reminiscent of a cat? Did he think you were making fun of him for it?
“Yes!” he retorts quickly, running a hand through his already-mussed hair. “But you’re always talking! To me, to Jayce - about your students, or some shitty scholarly article you read! You’ve been acting strange for the entire week. First the food, and now this - are you okay? Are you-”
“Viktor, breathe!” you squeak.
The moment you see the worry in his eyes, you jump to your feet and make your way over to him. Taking his face in your heads, despite your better judgment or regard to the rules of your plan. Stroking your thumbs slowly over the curve of his cheeks, holding him close while he forced himself to relax and slow his breathing.
You’ve never seen him so outwardly worried about you.
“Look,” you murmur, “I just…I care about you. A lot. And I feel like sometimes I…do a pretty shitty job of showing it.”
Slowly, you let your hands slide down to rest atop his shoulders.
“I’m always after you to take better care of yourself, but I never actually do anything to help. And - and I always push conversations on you, even though I know you’d rather work on your own projects.”
With a dejected sigh, you remove your hands from him completely, “Even now. My first instinct when trying to comfort you is to touch you, even though I know you don’t really like it.”
Idly, you fiddle with the edges of your sleeves.
“I just want to make you happy, but…I know I can be annoying, sometimes. I’m sorry.”
The air is thick between the two of you after that. You can’t for the life of you figure out what else you should say, if anything - you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eye. Instead, you turn on your heel and wobble back to your seat, trying your hardest to keep the hot sting of tears from reaching your eyes.
You feel like an idiot.
Your entire plan was stupid, and your theory was stupid, and wanting to test it? Stupid!
So caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t even notice the sound of a chair being dragged across the room, over to where you sit. Only when Viktor shoves it right up beside you and plops down nearly in your lap do you jostle out of your own head.
Staring up at him with wide eyes.
“You think you’re annoying?” he asks, nearly incredulous. “I never have anything to contribute to your conversations - never have any stories or adventures of my own to share. You have to carry all our interactions! And you…think you’re annoying?”
You scoff softly. “I mean, most of my other colleagues tolerate me, and only barely. Do you know how many break room conversations I’ve accidentally overheard about me?”
He grumbles a bit, letting his head roll sideways to carefully knock against the curve of your shoulder.
“This isn’t about them,” he insists. “You’re not annoying. I enjoy listening to you talk - you always have interesting perspectives on subjects that I rarely consider.”
He tilts his face up, then, staring up at you from mere inches away with a sort of intensity that makes your cheeks nearly catch fire.
“And I also like it when you remind me to take a break. You know how I am about keeping track of time - if there isn’t an alarm, I’ll sit and work until I pass out.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, you lean towards him. Gently, tenderly, with an affection that makes your chest ache - you bonk your forehead against his, the barest of touches, but the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.
And all at once, his face lights up into a bright, rosy hue.
Much like how you had connected the dots a week ago, all the pieces fall into place in his mind. One by one, clicking together to form an entire beautiful picture: a story of your friendship, finally understanding.
“You…” he begins, trailing off as he tilts his head up by a fraction, drawing you into a kiss you’ve both been waiting years for.
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the counterpart
chapter 2 — if you’ve a lesson to teach me — i’m listening, ready to learn
pairing: viktor x fem!reader (no use of y/n, as usual)
word count: 3,7k
rating: explicit
cw: chess games stuffed full of sexual tension are finally HERE, viktor humbles reader (elegantly), reader is a smoker (it’s a modern 90s au, of course her lungs are cooked), mentions of blood and some nail biting injuries (reader has an anxious nail-biting problem). people who are good at chess and english: please come smack me if i wrote something ridiculous, since both of these are mostly self-taught. thank you.
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Pop-quiz: what’s the quickest, stupidest, pathetically embarrassing to the point of biting off the nail on your pinky finger way of responding to White’s 1.e4 if your opponent is terrifyingly experienced?
Your teeth closed around the poor claw, nervously reducing it to a thin, fragile little husk, then yanking angrily at the tip of it with a neurotic little squint; eyelids twitching instinctively as it ripped all the way off to the very base of your nail fold.
The consequences of your risky Sicilian were staring at you demeaningly right from the board, sharply invading the retinas of each devastated eye with the misery of your predicament. Made you lick the creased corner of each dry lip with an alarmed shudder, wondering silently if your tiny act of autocannibalism passed more as a cry for help, or as a lamentable, hopefully lethal way out of the stalemate.
But you didn’t have the time to eat yourself alive with that miniscule of a nibble. The clock was ticking ruthlessly — no, but actually, what were you even thinking? Pulling such a stunt; utterly hopeless in front of your unpredictable rival.
So you stared — intimidated and crushed — right at your now queenless, unsolvable quandary; not brave enough to raise your drawn to the board gaze, knowing damn well that if you do — the copper orbs will swallow you whole with the very chair your competitive ass is nailed to.
But that’s precisely what you deserved. Some good, merciless spanking — but not for that lovely, inquisitive rear of yours. Oh no, your ego was the infamous asset on the receiving end of it.
And it made you feel so fucking stupid. Had you muttering a heated curse against the clenched cage of teeth — an angry scold for ever considering the events of the night you met him fruitful.
‘I shall bring the clocks.’
It’s funny how something as crucially significant can slip one’s mind like it was never even in there. You spent the rest of the week by the board, lazily rewinding Tal’s 1976 matches, with an occasional attack of positive nervousness. Crawling out of bed only to fetch a can of deliciously cool sparkling something, or to jump imperiously onto the windowsill, stretching each bare leg out under the cruel sunshine — so hot you could just hold your cigarette up in the air to light it.
Your mind would wander back to Viktor — but not frequently. Only when you’d lay sprawled out on the sheets, haphazardly dropping the ashes into the flexure of them, musing dreamily about what opening you should play. Or when you’d fidget mindlessly with a rook or a bishop, spinning it slowly between each finger as you pondered silently who gets to play White in the very first game. Or — but this one was more of a guilty pleasure, actually — when you’d imagine that handsome face of his in deep astonishment, one brow cocking upwards as he would witness his own omission.
‘I shall bring the clocks.’
You’ve played with them before — and quite occasionally, to be frank. Back in the day you were quite the familiar face at every youth chess tournament — until it all came crashing down with college applications, forcing you to put the fervent passion aside. You were still mourning those peaceful years: no responsibilities, just playing chess and consuming books, feeding the insatiable mind with whatever meals you could grab from the library’s shelves.
And now here you were — wrapped up in missed assignments and a million academic burdens, hating your major with a passion more burning than the one you felt towards the board and those pretty sixteen pieces.
The arrangement Viktor offered you felt like a warm embrace you jumped into with no hesitation, eager to escape your desperate, chess-starved state.
But that endlessly slow Friday morning you’d run out of cigarettes. Groaning exasperatedly into the racket of damp from the overnight sweat pillows, you crawled out of bed, preliminarily throwing the empty box of tobacco treats into the darkest corner of your apartment — where the infernal July sun doesn’t shine.
Putting on your second skin made of restraining fabric felt like pure torture — and as much as you’d love to walk under that shining ball bare to escape an overheated death, the people outside would most likely not appreciate the bold gesture. Especially your new opponent; though if Jayce didn’t lie about him only having eyes for one queen — an inanimate, tiny and wooden one — the possibilities of Viktor even noticing your nude form were practically non-existent.
You slipped thoughtlessly into whatever relatively decent pair of pants plastered across the obscene clutter on the floor, swearing copiously as a bare foot stepped into something liquid and sticky — the remnants of your late night coffee-break, a dark quagmire staining the carpet. Now petulant, you made it furiously to the bathroom — to turn the combed hair into something acceptable, or, rather, something less revolting. Looking like a mad genius — which suited you partially, since you only deemed the former word relatable — you left the dorm in redundant rush, a chess board tucked firmly under your armpit.
It was still somewhat early for your rivalry little date: surprisingly enough, you grabbed a humble breakfast, restocked the nicotine supplies and even fed on them urgently and so very greedily in the soothing silence of a nearby park — and that still didn’t bring noon any closer, leaving you twenty endless minutes ahead of the arranged hour and negatively impatient.
Fuck it. Punctuality is certainly not a vice — and since your expertise in the field was impeccable, you were headed to the library shortly after failing to find that trait among the endless list of your actually contentious ones. Besides, your college always remains unaffected by the heat — it’s better to endure the waiting inside its comfortingly cool walls, instead of letting the vile season fry your last brain cells outside.
The quiet book shrine greeted you a tad bit too dryly. You passed the ever depleted librarian, trading a rushed, yet polite nod for her pretentious sigh, marking it the worst deal of the morning in your mental little planner. Eager to escape her tortuously meticulous eyes, you vanished into the labyrinth of shelves, humming a silly tune as your fingers ran over the row of books, searching for a decent one to occupy yourself with until Viktor shows up.
“Hm, ‘Introduction to Quantum Mechanics’, is it?” someone — you knew exactly who — whispered a gentle reproach precisely above your ear, almost wheezing it into your freshly untangled hair. Technically, freshly untangled just to see him — but you didn’t entertain that thought any further. A synevy hand, armed with a set of impressively long fingers, was laid atop the book your touch lingered on, teasing you with a fleeting knuckle brush.
“Excuse me?” you maneuvered with a subtle chuckle, spotting a spike of chestnut curls invading the corners of your peripheral vision. The man was sneaky and utterly undefeatable in that capacity — a calm, charming serpent, the one who comes and goes whenever he pleases.
His cane tapped against the floor with a dull thump.
“A truly peculiar subject,” Viktor observed, stroking a sturdy little spine of the manuscript before you. It had, indeed, taken you long enough to notice the cover your fingertips chose to stop at.
“I suppose so,” you mumbled, secretly admiring the shy intercourse your hands shared on top of a dusty book, watching him extract the ‘Introduction’ out of its secure slot on the shelf, then turned around to face your all too familiar intervention. Voluntarily crawling under the handsome obstacle of his shoulders, letting them block the exit as you leaned against the stand filled with other ‘quantum’ shenanigans.
“A woman of many talents, are you?” he cocked a bushy brow up, half-lidded gaze inscribing into your memory. Made your breath hitch somewhat cowardly at the proximity, and the amber in each sharp eye twitched, landing on your stilled expression.
“Perhaps,” you shrugged — a pathetic attempt at regaining some composure, “quantum mechanics is not one of them though.”
Viktor hummed, putting the book away with an understanding sigh.
“A pity,” he chuckled, chapped lips protruding into a pensive pout, “I’m yet to find other common grounds between us, then.”
“Don’t you think that’s unnecessary?” you queried, fingers drumming a light rhythm against the still nestled in your arm chess board, eager to turn it into your personal battlefield. “You’re not here to befriend me, Viktor.”
“I would much prefer to make your acquaintance before we take it to the board,” he objected, flawless in his logic, “getting to know your opponent is… well, profitable. You might find their weaknesses while performing this so-called interest-autopsy.”
“Oh, are you a mortician now?” it came out unexpectedly bold — almost unnecessary flirtatious considering the context, but the comment seemed to humor him just fine, and he smiled, returning the shrug you offered him earlier.
“Eh, in a way,” he budged, filling the air with raspy laughter as his hand squeezed the handle of his cane.
“I see,” you nodded, watching him squirm oh so courteously in your powerful, grabby hands. At least that’s how it felt like to finally move him around — a treatment suited for a little pawn: relentless and hasty.
So you decided to push it further. A cheeky creature — you smirked, preparing for the much riskier next remark, had him humming inquisitively in pent up anticipation.
“A man of many talents, are you?”
Well, would you look at that. Check, and an immediate, flawlessly smooth mate, Viktor.
Except he didn’t get it. Dropped the tactful smile and surrendered to the panic, glaring at you like a boy who’d just experienced being flirted with for the first time in his life. As if he was utterly oblivious to your random little advances, staying there all wide-eyed and confused to the bone.
Viktor retreated. Turned around with a sharp sigh, inviting you to follow his lead with an adorable little gesture — as if challenging ou to have your way with him on the board now. His choice of a sparring room was obvious: you both walked into the reading hall at a slothful pace, simultaneously spotting a distant desk by the window, then exchanging shy, confirming nods before sitting down at it.
‘I shall bring the clocks.’
Your triumph was ruthlessly murdered by those infamous timers, of whose existence you’d so inconsequentially forgotten this very morning. You stared at them — puzzled and deservedly bitter, failing to notice a chair Viktor had obligingly moved out for you beforehand. Not so certain in your flawless victory anymore, you mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ and settled into the seat, softly placing the board on the table. Your opponent followed suit, crossing his lanky legs in a clumsy manner, haphazardly kissing the nose of your loafer with the evidently polished leather of his shoe, leaving a fresh smear behind.
“Sorry,” he blurted out, rushing to set up the pieces for you — an efficient gentleman, pretty hands not only a sight to behold, but also the nimblest of instruments. Had you laughing softly at his distinguished haste, head tilting to rest on the back of your palm.
“Don’t worry about it,” you protested, brushing him off with a careless shrug. “Are we doing the standard?”
“Ninety minutes for the first forty, yes,” Viktor confirmed, placing one last piece in its place. “Though by the looks of it: I’m certain I won’t need that many moves nor minutes to defeat you.”
“Are you bluffing to scare me away?” you teased, perfectly aware of just how wholeheartedly he meant that. Cocky or not — he really was talented. You’ve asked around. You had your ways. You knew you had a champion sitting before you. Setting up your board. Blushing awkwardly at your cruel flirtations.
“Of course not,” he objected, nonchalant. “I am merely making an observation. You look terrified of that clock. It was only natural for me to assume you’re not familiar with time limits.”
You huffed out a scoff, displeased with his sharp attentiveness. Merely making an observation. Does he always talk like a sophisticated professor?
He wasn’t exactly wrong though. You decided to allow him at least that mercy.
“It’s been a while since I played in a tournament,” you reluctantly admitted, lazily leaning back in your chair. “So yes, I haven’t dealt with clocks in a fat minute. But it’s nothing I can’t endure. Especially since you were kind enough to offer me the first move.”
Viktor didn’t get it either. His brow formed a perplexed arc, eyes abandoned their thorough examination of your face and flew instantly to the board, mouth dropped open to let out a gasp as he noticed that every single white piece was lined up on your side.
“Oh, how foolish of me,” he excused himself with a sheepish smile, scooping up a pair of pawns from their squares. You watched your potential advantage get swapped a few tortuous times, cursing the fuck out of whatever stupid call tearing that last cheeky remark off your tongue. You already knew it was far too long for your own good — but now the hatred was burning with a particularly lively enthusiasm.
You could have played White first if only you didn’t make him notice.
He could have let it slide.
Your pupils kept jumping between his fists, scared of leaning too much onto your rotten crutch of an intuition.
“Please, pick faster,” Viktor muttered, “sadly, I only have a few hours to indulge you with.”
With a grunt, you gave up the pitiful attempt of finding the white pawn through the gaps between his fingers. You didn’t even squint when the hand you nodded at unraveled before you, black glistening in it with glorious mockery.
Whatever, you hissed, coming to terms with your self-made quandary. Surely, you can beat him even without this little privilege.
You switched places with Viktor, the hostility on your physiognomy so ostentatious it had him dropping an apologetic chuckle. He was now facing you from the other side of the desk, hands tucked under the sharp chin in tacit anticipation.
Viktor started his timer. Grazed the button with the softest of taps, then rubbed a few fingers against the pad of his thumb — picking out your poison with a meditative hum. Reducing you to a tense, sweaty disaster in an instant, made you shake on the very edge of your seat.
His first move was so… predictable. White 1e4 is a classic. An axiom, if you will. A thing you were least expecting from this mystery of a man — wasn’t he supposed to destroy you with a more complex, niche opening? You froze, looking him persistently in the copper eyes. As if silently contemplating his decision, waiting for him to be absolutely certain.
But he pressed the button again, letting you shoot your reciprocal shot. Still wholeheartedly convinced it’s a trap, you timidly moved your pawn to c5. For better or for worse.
The first handful of moves felt quite… tasteless. You decided to be the pioneer: swallowed his d4 pawn and watched him mimic you shortly after — except he went for it with a preliminary prepared knight. Your boldness was nothing but an empty threat to him.
“Greedy much?” you needled with a vicious smile, moving to use your own knight in a frantic rush — turning it into a figurative shield from his sly tricks.
“You can’t win without sacrificing a piece or two,” he replied, taunting you with a crooked half-smirk. Moving his other knight to c3. Sneaky bastard.
“A piece or two?” you laughed, baring your teeth for him to witness your precious derision. No doubt imagining how he’d look with your fingers digging into his throat. “I plan to take much more than that.”
“Take whatever you want,” Viktor replied, too wrapped up in studying the board to pay any mind to your bragging. “Take all my pawns if you have to. I don’t need them to put you in a stalemate.”
You loved the quarrel while it lasted. Both on the board and whatever this sexy verbal bile-spitting was: you’d run away from him by hiding your king behind the bishop, he’d chase you with the peculiar positions of his pieces. It’s like he didn’t know what he was doing: forming a tiny row of pawns, covering the queen with both of his bishops, letting the knights remain still — evidently baiting you to attack, yet still keeping a respectable distance.
The actual problem occurred much later though. After a heated session of running around you were done with him. It was pushing past your twentieth move — and Viktor still had almost all his pawns thrown around the place, with only a few substantial pieces missing. This eye for an eye situation — despite looking quite counterpart-ish — still didn’t entertain you as much as you predicted. He took your bishop — you got rid of his shortly after. He chewed your knight up — you were paying him right back.
But it wasn’t enough. You wanted it all, and that included his king lying lifeless on that damned board in an old-fashioned way of resigning.
You decided to go for the bishop’s pair. It seemed logical: the piece was asking for it, standing so dangerously close to your powerful d7 knight. You consumed it without hesitation: had Viktor whistling out an amused little sound, appeasing you with what you believed was a sign of regret.
And a sign of regret it was. However, not to mourn his bishop. But you were too drunk on your freshly annexed trophy to notice the complete lack of defense around your abandoned d5 queen.
Of course: knowing what you know now, you would’ve never let that happen. That game turned you into a changed woman: you’d analyze it countless times months down the line, memorizing each tiny detail. Smacking yourself with a mental whip for even allowing him such an opportunity in the first place.
But that day, he took your careless offer and slayed the royalty. At first, you thought your vision was betraying you from looking at the chequered space for too long. But oh well — he still had one rook, and carefully moved it precisely one square forward, prying your precious omnipotent piece with one subtle movement. And only when it was gone were you able to comprehend the damages. You watched him throw your queen into the pile by his elbow — a makeshift bed for all the fallen soldiers he took from you.
That’s how you lost your nail.
“Fuck,” you groaned, squeezing that poor finger between the hard press of your teeth.
Viktor simply snickered. As if he didn’t just disarm you, guaranteeing himself an easy checkmate.
“A bit too harsh of a word to describe your predicament, don’t you think?” he provoked, gently nudging you towards the already rushing you with its ticking clock. “Surely, you can get out of this.”
“No,” you disputed, feeling the thick metal taste invading the cavity of your mouth. “No, I can’t get out of this. Technically, I already lost.”
“There you are: jumping into conclusions again. I can think of a few ways we could turn this into a draw–“ but he didn’t finish. Something got in his way —just like a sharp fish bone stuck in one’s throat; he even sounded choked up and hoarse, eyes widening with a petrified little gasp.
The way your name rolled off his trembling tongue insisted that his fright was targeted towards you.
“You’re bleeding,” he uttered — a nervous constatation.
You blinked, utterly bewildered. Only then did you register the weird flavour, withdrawing that tremendous finger from the pinch of teeth. Watching the trail of crimson flow rapidly down your arm, a mere inch from snaking into the sleeve of your shirt.
“Oh,” a guilty thing, practically unintentional. “I’m aware.”
Viktor froze, now perplexed to the point of reaching over the desk and shaking some sense into you.
“I bite my nails when I’m anxious,” you quickly offered a breathless explanation, “I simply must have bitten too hard this time.”
He didn’t respond. Well, not with his words, to be precise — his hand stopped the timer, signaling the game’s inevitable delay. You almost stuffed your mouth full of still presentably looking digits, almost certain that your opponent was now grabbing his cane to walk away from you as fast as his thin body was capable of moving. Had you grabbing his wrist with a desperate plea, panicking eyes meeting his — strict and half-lidded.
“Where are you going?” you queried, childishly hoping to hear something that wouldn’t include an insult.
“To the pharmacy, of course,” Viktor said, allowing you to hold onto him. Peering down at your contorted with astonishment face: as if he was judging you for ever thinking of him that low.
Because he’s sweet. Sweet boys don’t run away from their dates. Nor from their unfortunate opponents.
“What for?” you dared to ask, releasing his wrist in order not to overstep.
“To fetch you something to disinfect that with,” he laughed, registering your gesture as a non-verbal permission for him to go.
You watched him walk away from you oh so slowly — as if he made each step that pretty of a torture on purpose, tempting you to yell something foolishly grateful while your eyes could still swirl his posture, brimming with glassy, sheer excitement.
Or perhaps the pain from your injury finally decided to kick in.
“Viktor!” you managed to find your voice — shaky, a little too resonant for the library. He didn’t comment on that though. Just turned to face you once again, nodding quizzically.
“Will you show me the draw thing later?” you offered him the loveliest smile — not a smirk or a devious snicker. A smile, sincere and pretty. Had his lips arching into one of his own — so warm you wanted to slap yourself for ever considering toying with this polite, darling man. The thought didn’t linger, of course — but it swelled deliciously inside your mind, making you forget about the stinging finger for a few seconds.
“Sure,” Viktor replied — no hesitation prominent in his tone, “just don’t chew on any more of your nails while I’m gone, please.”
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Sleep
Summary: After a long day at the studio, you decide to pay your favorite scientist a little visit and maybe convince him to get some much-needed rest.
Lol, I did end up putting this on a separate blog. This is the first fic I'm posting to Tumblr. I had to hype myself up for this, but I hope y'all like it. Please let me know if y'all would want more of this kind of stuff haha I totally didn't redo my whole blog just to post this, so I could keep my art and writing on separate accounts
Oh and thanks to @bruh-anator3000 for the confidence boost, i love you
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You could see the blue glow of HexTech from under the lab’s door before you even entered the room. Familiar piles of blueprints and scribbled out calculations lay scattered across desks and floors alike. You made special note of the ones that bore black burns on their borders. You’d reckon that the lab was almost as messy as your studio back in the arts and design side of the Academy, splattered with paint and littered with tools strewn haphazardly on tables. Mess was the calling card of a creative you supposed, and at the center of this particular one, bathed in blue light and golden sparks, was Viktor.
Despite the echoing clack of your shoes against the floor, he stayed seemingly unaware of your presence. Not that he usually acknowledged the presence of many while he was working, but you still thought that perhaps the sharp sound disturbing the relative peace would have caught his attention. Even as you stood behind him, peering over his shoulder, he kept working. If he knew you were there, he made no show of it.
He flinched as you placed a hand on his shoulder, cursing. A part of you almost felt bad for spooking him, and you would’ve if he wasn’t wearing those stupidly adorable blue goggles. He looked over his shoulder at you with what you could only fathom was a glare through those thick blue lenses.
“You’re lucky I didn’t drop anything,” He scolded, setting down whatever it was he was tinkering with. It looked to be some sort of mechanical…claw with one of those hex balls he and Jayce had been troubleshooting. “You should know better than to disturb a scientist when he is working. This is—” He picked up the blue orb– “dangerous stuff I’m working with!”
“Mhmmm, and what would you have done? Beat me to death with this contraption of yours?” You gently removed his goggles, holding back a laugh. He grumbled as you did, but the pout that had formed a tight knot on his face all but melted away as you started to smooth out his goggle-hair. His hair was soft, though slightly slicked with grease.
“Is it so late that even you have stopped working to grace me with your presence?” He asked.
“I think I could hear the morning doves as I walked here.”
He hummed, slinking deeper into his chair as your fingers carded through his hair.
“You’re going to tell me it’s time to sleep, aren’t you?”
“It’s important,” You say as you work out a particularly unruly knot, “and I think your back could use the break from all the times you’ve passed out at this desk just this month.”
You slid your hands down the back of his neck and gave his shoulders a light squeeze. He shuddered under your hands. You leaned down to his ear.
“You’re turning into a shrimp,” You mused. He gasped dramatically, turning around in his chair with a hand to his heart.
“How dare you!”
You laughed, a smirk playing on your lips, “If it hurts so much, you must know it’s true.”
“Who said things have to be true to hurt?”
Despite the oh-so-scornful look on his face, he didn’t move when you placed your hands on his cheeks. “Are you going to sleep or not, Vik?”
He hummed, meeting your eyes with a playful smile. “Ehh… With all these insults of yours… I don’t think I’ve been properly persuaded yet.” His hands found their way to your hips, drawing you in close. Half-lidded amber eyes suddenly turned to alluring whiskey, and you eagerly drank them in.
“And what would you suggest?”
His eyes flicked down to your lips.
“A kiss, perhaps?” You chuckled, but fulfilled his request nevertheless.
You could feel the warmth of his red flush bloom under your fingertips as your lips met his. The hands on your waist wound themselves tighter into the fabric of your shirt, inviting you to rest a knee on the edge of his chair, so you didn’t have to lean down quite so far. His lips were rough against yours, but the abrasion only seemed to make you dizzier with desire. You had to steel yourself in order to pull away, lest you get lost in your lustful daze. An amused hum resounded through your chest when you saw his lips try to follow yours as you leaned back.
“Will that suffice?”
He raised an eyebrow. His pupils had nearly eclipsed his whole iris.
“Surely I can’t convince you into something more?”
“Nice try, mister,” You grab his tie out of his shirt and pull lightly. “You can have more when you’re in bed.”
He sighed in mock annoyance. “Well, if you insist.”
You handed him his cane, which he took begrudgingly, and helped him go through the motions of closing down the lab for the night— or morning, you guessed. The sound of his footsteps and cane alongside yours made for a lovely orchestra for the doves as you walked back to his room.
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Hello! May I request some fem!reader x Viktor from Arcane please? Perhaps some late night studying with him, fluff all the way!! Do whatever gets you feeling creative, thank you! <3
Arcane augmentation (Viktor x Fem!Reader)
Thank you for the request! I did my best with this one.
Tags : Fluff
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Viktor was painfully addicted to his work, after how much success his projects had finally received. Hextech was the most advanced that Piltover had experienced yet, and he wasn't about to let it it fester. No. He dreamed big.
Finding himself engrossed in his studies once again in the comfort of his lab. Fidgeting with the glowing orb every now and then, viewing its behavior, then jotting a scribble of notes in his book as fast as his thoughts rolled in.
"Back at it again, Vik?" her warm smile could be felt without him having to turn to look at her. "what brings you to the lab at this hour?"
"I find solace in the pursuit of knowledge" Viktor confessed. Tapping his pen against the desk as his eyes followed the whirs and tumbles of the blue stone inside the metal contraption. "And it seems we share a similar passion"
Y/n took a chair next to his, eyes lighting up at the specimen in front of her. "What are you studying" she struggled to look away from its beauty.
"I am delving into the intricacies of arcane augmentation" he motioned towards the doodles and math on his page, face becoming more ambitious as he spoke.
"using this?" She pointed to the glowing power source on the table
"Yes, It is the foundation of hextech" He turned to face her in his chair, mapping her face while she was unaware of the stares.
They had known each other for quite some time, studying in university together on the same course. And sticking with each other in the field of science. Y/n became a great scientist of her own nature, but after hearing of his project she couldn't help but join their team. His passion of conjoining magic to their day to day. And his further passion of improving the under city.
Her hand left her side, towards the orb, only to be taken in by Viktor's. "Don't touch it, we still don't know what it will do to human skin when active" his fingers mindlessly stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand. He put her hand down when he realized, hurrying to his feet as best he can. A beautifully carved stick assisting him.
"Watch this"
He hobbled over to another desk sat in the corner of the room, turning a metal handle till it clicked. A few seconds passed of nothingness. But then the orb began to spin vigorously, causing y/n to jump out of her chair and back. The cage around it lowered and the orb was set loose, giving out hues of sparkling waves. Viktor stood watching her expressions as their feet slowly moved off the ground. The waves stopping when gravity ceased to exist.
"Viktor?" A half worried voice expelled from the young lady, looking as if she was trying to swim in the air and failing.
"Don't worry" His voice soothed her, coming from behind as his arms wrapped around her to stable her. "This is one of the many wonders of hextech, I just haven't completely figured out how it would be useful yet." He laughed softly, spinning her in the air to see his face.
She soon realized there was no danger and let herself enjoy the brief moment of flying. "This is amazing, we are floating!" She leapt backwards, letting the air move her around the room as if she was a fish experiencing the sea for the first time. The two danced together, two meters off the ground. Viktor reveling in the freedom on his legs, appreciating being able to move them.
They soon began their descent as the magic wore off. Somehow managing to land on their feet.
"That was amazing, you're amazing" y/n turned to the man in front of her. He chuckled, looking away as a small amount of red painted his cheeks.
"Would you care to help me? Study, i mean." He motioned towards the tech back on his desk like it was before. Y/n excitedly sitting back in her chair and moving it closer in to the desk.
"I'd love nothing more"
The two sat together, chatting away till the sun began to dawn on them. Not even needing coffee to keep them awake, their passions and their good companies being caffein enough.
Math scribbled on hundreds of pieces of paper. Their goal, figure out how to duplicate the mass. Viktor had a theory that this energy source was somehow alive, which meant the organism could be duplicated. Like a plant. By suspending the organism in a growth medium, like agar, you can duplicate or grow a plant. He just needed to figure out how to access its 'DNA', considering it was sealed in a hard case.
"Wait" y/n grabbed his note book, bringing it closely to her face. "Your math... it's wrong. That 'x' shouldn't be there" She pointed to the mistake on the page, Viktor's face showing the puzzle pieces in his head clicking together.
"That's why it didn't work" He mumbled to himself, hurriedly working to fix his mistake. "You're a genius, y/n"
His eyes met hers, both realizing their mystery had been solved. Figuring out how to shatter the shell around it safely.
They found themselves in each others arms in a tight embrace, one they had needed for a long time. Not pulling away when they noticed the bold move.
Viktor cleared his throat, looking down at her in his arms. "Would you care to test out our theory with me?"
"Absolutely"
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I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do, how would viktor react to a spider-person S/O? Spidersonas have been blowing up again since across the spiderverse so it made me curious
when it comes to spiderverse i absolutely do, anon!
i've seen some fantastic art of jayce and viktor in the style of spiderverse, i think i reblogged it somewhere, so to say 'i love this idea' and 'i've had a little think about it already' would be two big understatements!
i'll try to keep it succinct though XD
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How Viktor would react to having a spider-person SO
honestly, the word 'fascinated' could tldr this entire post
Viktor is quite a private person, who would absolutely treasure communication and trust in a relationship
so as the Spider of the Runeterran universe, as soon as you had made your relationship official, you knew you had to tell him of your secret identity sooner rather than later
you'd been surprised neither he nor Jayce had worked it out yet, being incredibly intelligent inventors and all
but you'd figured they'd be safer not knowing, so you'd tried to subtly keep it from them anyway, and directed the conversation away from your Spider-alter ego whenever they occasionally came up
so you had it planned out.
you were going to tell Viktor next time he was at home, when you got him in a break day, and it was going to be the just the two of you. somewhere private, somewhere safe.
you would explain everything gently. you'd reassure him that if he wasn't comfortable with being with you because of it, then you'd have no resentment towards him
there were plenty of good reasons to be wary after all
then one night you had a particularly long escapade
trying to uncover a deeply-rooted crime circle, you'd ended up rescuing a group of young people who had gotten in trouble with enforcers for frankly ridiculous reasons
you'd then had to outsmart and deal with said enforcers (who were undoubtedly the worst part) to escape, and they head nothing back in their chase
you'd decided to head to the lab instead of home for safety, as at least that wasn't as incriminating. also there was more spaces to hide
it was so late that it was morning, and even you expected that Viktor had gone home by now
but he had, in fact, not
so you'd entered the lab by climbing through the Jana-knows-what storey window, blood rushing with adrenaline, levering yourself down to the floor cleanly with a web
right beside Viktor's desk, where he was sat, eyes wide and frozen
it hurt to see his expression focused on you. he was hiding it well but there was fear in how he swallowed, in how he clenched his fist on the handle of his cane
it hurt until you remembered that 1. he did not know it was you, and 2. he had just witnessed you crawling on glass, spinning on webs and moving way too fast for a normal human
also 3. you bore a striking resemblance to the description given of a 'criminal' (as described by enforcers) that had recently been reported to be involved in the explosion of a factory in the Undercity
sure, you knew it had been for good: that you had apprehended your target, and there had been no casualties
but it dawned at you that Viktor remaining as calm as he did was inherently a miracle
"can I... help...? you...?"
his thoughts were rushing at 100mph compared to their normal 50, and you could see it in his searching stare, watching and waiting for you to move, speak, do anything
luckily, after a few seconds of stumbled words and a hasty removal of your mask, he was back down to earth, heaving a sigh and almost laughing in relief
"I cannot believe—I thought you were...!"
for a moment anyhow, before the reality sunk in further and you were bombarded with questions
"wait, you are the Spider? the masked vigilante?"
"where did you just come from? were you fighting someone?"
"are you alright? are you hurt? did anyone follow you?"
after some explanation and reassurance, he relaxes a lot
honestly he takes the news very well! despite the unplanned nature of its reveal
he's very pragmatic as a person and very loyal
despite the obvious exhaustion on his face, he perks up with intrigue as you tell him everything—how you got bitten, how you got hold of your current suit, how you chose your identity, what you've been keeping tabs on, who you've fought, what you've lost.
however, he is a scientist first and foremost after all, so even after the basics are out of the way, his curiosity is never going to be quite sated
so later on, he's asking more specifics
he's always very polite when requesting to see your abilities, very gentle and never overwhelming you. he wants to see all of them, if you'll allow him to
the webs, the wall-climbing, the increased agility and strength, the spider sense, no matter what it is, you always leave him amazed
and your abilities quickly become a source of inspiration for his own trajectories into science
he's particularly fascinated with the possibilities of your webs, regardless of whether they're organic or mechanical
he sees this as an opportunity to work with you and that makes him very happy indeed
on top of inspiring him scientifically, your passion for helping others reminds him what he's doing his work for, as well as how much he loves you
he adores your heart, your compassion, even if it worries him that you're putting yourself in harms way
this likely leads to him putting time aside for side projects, where he invents things to help you
he may be more of a pacifist, but he's surprisingly down with vigilante justice
he wants to help and protect people with his own technology, he'd be a hypocrite with his head in the sand if he believed that never fighting was truly an option
just as long as you're careful
because of this, he's not going to make you weapons. not that you would ever ask him to. that's not your style, and you'd much rather have the tools he creates to help you escape extra sticky situations
his main focus first and foremost is to help upgrade your suit, particularly providing more safety for your mask so you can breathe in the Undercity
however, whatever upgrade or mechanism it is as time goes on, he always lets you take the lead. you're the hero, not him, and he just wants to support you as best he can
for what it's worth, he'll talk positively of your secret identity to Jayce, hoping it'll get through to Mel
he would even defend you publicly if he was in the council room and the Spider came up
much to your chagrin, as you're worried for his safety just as much as he's worried about yours
when you move in together particularly, you're aware of the danger you're putting him in
you regularly frequent the Undercity and have dealings down there, so returning to live Topside by day has its innate dangers
especially when you're constantly avoiding villains and enforcers alike
but also your identity must stay a secret for his sake as well as yours
he'd be ruined if the fact that he's in a committed relationship with a a vigilante became known
unsurprisingly, Viktor overlooks this part
but as long as the two of you look out for each other, you're certain nothing can go wrong
overall Viktor is a caring and loyal partner, and this wouldn't change in the slightest if his S/O was a vigilante spider-person
he'd be incredibly supportive, though likely wouldn't be able to keep from getting a little excited over the capabilities of your powers. and from asking a ton of questions
you'd become a muse of sorts for him in some of his inventions, and a close partner in his technology in other ways
although, if you have access to the Spiderverse? poor man's going to start fizzing internally
the prospect of portals? already functioning across dimensions? universes?!
he's a reserved kind of person, but I don't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying to weasel his way into meeting someone who knew a lot about how it worked
aka, if you don't know how the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse's teleporting mechanics work, then he's going to try and talk to someone who does
with your permission of course
I think that Viktor would get along very well with Miguel...!
...until he very much doesn't.
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#viktor x reader#arcane x reader#spidersona#arcane x spiderverse#viktor fluff#arcane fluff#spiderverse arcane#arcane spiderverse#just imagining miguel and viktor chatting now#theyd get along so well! discussing science and being all broody together#until it all flies out of the window with the inevitable morals discussion and#idk i feel like they would just inevitably start bickering about *something* and it just wouldnt end well#this has reminded me that i wanted to write a somewhat crossover fic where the science bros ran into someone who could actually do magic#it would basically be me shamelessly theorising on how the magic system in arcane runeterra works#or just flinging it out and going full crossover#but that other crossover universe would be my own original work#bc your girl loves to keep busy and has too many projects on at once of course#and is working on a worldbuild as well#technically#god help me i feel like my understanding of the lore is wrong--runeterra is the realm's name right? could indicate the universe?
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I could write an imagine where reader likes viktor, but there's a thought that ""everytime I look at you, I feel my heart breaking, because I need you so desperately and you never realize."pleases
— inattentive . viktor x reader
synopsis . you’ve always adored your long-time friend, but he never seems to notice.
warnings . breakdown (??), crying, stress from school, hurt/comfort (emphasis on hurt), not proofread, i use italics too much
notes . i am so sorry this took so long for me to do 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 school and band have been stressing me out sm (ironic) this isnt my best work but ty for requesting!
friends since the beginning, you would call it. starting from your childhood in the undercity, to your positions at piltover’s academy, you and viktor were two peas in a pod. you can’t have one without the other!, people would say in reference to your long-time friendship.
you were happy with the mutual understanding and the tight-knit bond you shared with the man, of course you were. however, the nauseating feeling of your stomach bubbling up at the simple sight of his face, caramel eyes and chiseled bone structure and all, began to appear more and more and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.
a friendly coffee date. that was all it was. some small talk over hard black coffee and freshly baked croissants.
“. . .so, i decided to consult you about what i should do next. what do you think?”
you paused for a moment to pull yourself back to the conversation and remember what he was saying. “well, for one, i think your idea is great. it’s unique, well-structured, and isn’t controversial whatsoever. i can’t say it’s flawless, though. maybe replace the energy system with something like. . . solar power? it’ll appeal to your audience more while being convenient for all users.” your eyes floated to his hands, thin and calloused, drifting across ivory paper with a pen in hand, jotting down what you had told him in quick notes. “other than that, it’s great — beyond that, even.”
viktor rested his pen down and lifted his head to smile softly at you while thanking you for your input.
that damn smile.
the same smile that held such a strong amount of youth in it, reminiscent of his teen years back in zaun where he would grin at you with shining teeth. “thank you,” he spoke genuinely. “and thank you for the meal. i’m glad i got to talk with you, even for just a moment.” his words fluttered around in your chest, your lungs contracting painfully as you watch him slowly pack his belongings up.
he was always thankful to chat with you, and he would always love to talk more. he consistently said those words every time you would ask to meet up, before disappearing again for days, or weeks, or months. your conversations would border between soft small talk shared idly or full-on rants about your projects or deep conversations either about yourselves or the world around you. each time you would talk, there was a spark of hope, a little desperation in hoping he would notice your growing infatuation with him and his passion. and every time, the little daffodils growing in your stomach would begin to wilt away as you caught on that he would be disappearing yet again, and you would start back at square one.
you weren’t sure if he was doing it intentionally (you hoped he wasn’t), but either way, it hurt knowing that you had little to no chance in getting to express yourself to him. small letters written at the crack of dawn and little gifts you collected over time began to pile up on your desk and in your trash as you slowly began to destroy yourself from the inside out over his inability to notice your affection. next time, i’ll tell him, you would assure yourself each and every time, only for the words to get stuck in your throat, their attempts to claw their way out of your mouth all for naught.
next time, maybe.
the next time didn’t come for a long time. your conversations were, once again, reduced to quick greetings in the halls or hasty waves across the street as you both ran to your destinations, eager to get to work — the very work that was killing you inside. you were strongly averse to due dates, as time management wasn’t exactly your greatest skill. this weakness would only bite back at you as the school year progressed.
it was only until he caught you at your lowest point that viktor could finally slow down and talk to you. eventually, the stress from both school and your aching heart would overspill, you knew that. and yet, your break point hit you like a truck, hard and unrelenting, akin to waves crashing against rocks.
viktor held you in his arms in silence while you cried and cried to, seemingly, no end. your clock read 2:03 in the morning, a sigh nearly escaping the man’s lips as he realized how late it was. he could have scolded you then and there for being so careless about your health, but that would have made him a hypocrite.
“talk to me whenever you’re ready,” he whispered to you. your chest hurt with how soft he was being towards you, his skin on yours making your face flush. he wouldn’t be able to tell with your tear-soaked face, anyways.
after several moments, your sobs reduced to sniffles and short breaths, your face numb from how long you’d been crying. “i don’t know- everything feels so much more . . . difficult out of nowhere, and i feel so unproductive. i wanna get out of this hole but it feels like i’m digging towards nothing. and-“ you cut yourself off a second too late before realizing who you were talking to. you bit back a groan as he pushed you to continue. “and you. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you make me hurt so bad while making me smile so much. it’s just- every time i look at you, it hurts, because i need you so bad but you’re never around to notice it. i hate it- not you, i hate this- this feeling of want that i know i can’t have.”viktor turned silent after that, a response you were dreading but expecting all the same. you could feel his fingers twitch as his arms slowly unwrapped themselves from your arms. perhaps your sudden confession would push him away. you would understand.
“oh, miláček,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, his tone tantalizingly soft and delicate. his pet name in his mother tongue didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i apologize for not being present. while your confession was . . . abrupt, to say the least, i cannot deny that i feel the same. i always thought you were out of reach, too great for the likes of me, so i . . . tried to separate myself just a bit more as to not get attached. i’m so sorry,” he muttered while holding your hands in his. your heart was beating rapidly, the sweat beginning to pool up everywhere. “i know it may not be the right time, but . . .” viktor leaned his face towards yours, desperately trying to hide his awkwardness behind confident eyes. “i hope you can accept my affection for you.”
your eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against yours, tiny tears running down your cheeks as he kissed you with a passion similar to what he poured into his work. you had gotten what you wanted, albeit a little out of place. you weren’t complaining, though.
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Hi! Could you write a Viktor x reader where Viktor accidentally drops some blueprints while walking and then the reader helps him and give helpful points abt the blueprints? Or just fluff lol. Have a nice day/night 💞
That's already pretty fluffy in my book Anon.
Pairing: Viktor x Reader
Tags: fluff, late nights at the lab, flirting, co-workers
A/N: Never too late or too early for a bit of cute Viktor.
Everyone knew Viktor stayed late for more work, but you stayed late to make sure he actually goes home
You didn't baby him but you knew how stubborn he could be
Viktor never asked for help unless he really needed it and you always admired that about him, he was smart but he knew when he couldn't do something all by himself
He has pride though, pride in himself and a lot of pride in his work
Doesn't ask for help when he drops his blueprints, in his mind it was his fault, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up bumping into you
Must be that he's really overworked if he's making simple mistakes like the ones you point out
He isn't proud enough to argue when he clearly made a mistake
Actually he's a bit embaressed because not only was it easy to spot but also really dumb to make
Not mad that you pointed it out though, it would have been really embarrassing if he showed these faulty blueprints to someone
You're almost sorry you caught it now
He's cute when he's embaressed, in your opinion
Shame you won't ever get to see it then
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On Retreats
Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader
Genres: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, make the man take a break, hints of a surprise proposal, bestie!Jayce
Summary: You and Jayce conspire against your favorite, stubborn, lanky man and force him into his version of imprisonment.. or so you think.
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: Viktor takes a vacation. Cross-posted to AO3.
"Viktor, the point of eye bags isn't to grow them," you tell him over dinner one day, exasperated.
Maybe it's because 'dinner' is being held at well past 1AM in the morning and is a very delicious (lies) pot of rice and beans. You'd told him earlier you had the time to cook, but he insisted -- in thirty-minute increments -- that he would be done with his fiddling. By the time you realized that he'd racked up 6 increments, it was too late for you to prepare what you wanted to; next time. There would always be another.
He doesn't respond, however, just pores over a copy of one of the Academy students' theses; while he's been too enthralled by the lure of discovery, he nearly forgot the pile of thesis revisions he needed to make in order to allow the best and the brightest to graduate. With his other hand Viktor absently lifts his spoon to his lips, bumping into the side of his mouth instead, and looking thoroughly confused. He blinks at the spoon, gaze a little glassy -- then he successfully finishes his bite. You hate to admit that it's a little cute, just a little, certainly not very much at all. But you clear your throat nonetheless, hoping to get his attention.
"One of these days, I'm going to drag you into a downtown day spa and lock you there."
Again, no response.
"I'm actually going to do it, Viktor, and now's your chance to rebut before I make real plans to drag you away from work."
Viktor hums, sounding strangely content. Deft fingers strike at the thesis manuscript with a wave of his graphite fragment.
You raise your eyebrows, but let him continue. You eat in silence, locked away in your own mind as you scheme, and Viktor is equally as quiet. Only the scratch of his graphite against the paper and the soft clack of wooden spoon against bowl fill your tiny, Academy-housing kitchen.
Then: "Hmm? Did you say something, my dearest?"
When you don't say anything, Viktor finally (finally!) drags his amber eyes away from the paper and looks at you. His eyes widen; he doesn't quite like the beatific grin he sees plastered over your face, because there's a glint in your eyes that suggests it's nothing good.
"My love?" He calls out your name, voice tentative and wary, but you only widen your smile. Jumping up to collect the dishes, you drop a kiss to his unruly hair before heading to the sink. "Dearest?" His call is even smaller this time, and -- dare you say it -- he sounds worried.
Good. He should be.
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It's not until Jayce drops him off at the Hexgate and starts laughing at the dock, waving madly at Viktor, that he realizes he's been had.
"I thought this was a business trip!" Viktor hisses at Jayce (who grows smaller by the second while the airship departs), clutching at his cane with both hands as he holds it in front of him, leaning against the airship's railing. "Even with Hexgate traveling speed, it'll take us days to get to Nashramae. I thought we were going to meet some engineering teams, or perhaps inspect the dock there, or --"
He's hushed when you lean up to press a kiss to his lips, in full purview of the (definitely watching) other passengers on this airship. Someone titters in the back, probably a child, probably someone who never thought that the Great Hextech Inventors could be something other than their jobs. Then again, you think wryly. Viktor is the kind of person who could very easily end up being 99% work, 1% everything else.
Sometimes you think it's unfair to call him a workaholic. You're not so great yourself, immersing yourself in your own projects to the point that some weekend hours have been spent on various efforts -- those precious weekend hours that Viktor occasionally decides to use for you time. It's come up before, particularly after a bad week of failures, when all he wanted was to spend all of Saturday napping shirtless in your arms, but you had been nowhere to be found. You did, however, make it a point to let Viktor know that one mistake for one weekend was not quite the same as never being home on weekdays. In fairness, he is at home more than he used to be -- it just happens to be that he wakes up shortly before you're done with your workday. So, this will be good, you tell yourself. Your schedules had been so poorly aligned that at this rate one might think you were neglecting Viktor, too.
You pull away faster than Viktor can come up with a scandalized retort, but when you look up at him, he actually has a smile on his face.
"What?" You start to feel a little nervous at his sudden attention. "No pearl-clutching? No 'this is a public place?' No 'technically this is my office; I built this?'"
Viktor merely lets out a small exhale, reaches for your hand, and pulls you into his side. "I did build this," he says with pride, amber gaze glancing up and around you at the airship. "And what an astute observation that this is a public place."
You're thoroughly concerned; not moments ago, Viktor was incredulous that you conspired with Jayce to lie to him (for two whole weeks!) about a bogus research trip, just to sentence him to a few days of experiment-free torment. This had been far too easy. Sure, it would have been rather difficult for Viktor to put up any sort of a physical fight with Jayce (unless it was a good day for Viktor, in which he could utilize some of the cane-fencing skills he sometimes practiced on Jayce in the lulls when they waited for a Hextech test to complete). And yes, he did protest a bit even under the pretense of an overseas work trip -- at least, according to Jayce.
You narrow your eyes at him, instantly suspicious. "Did you smuggle work into your suitcase?"
He gives you a lopsided grin. "I may have and I may not."
"Viktor!"
"Only a few theses, my love." Viktor reaches into his waistcoat's inner pocket, taking out a folded sheet of parchment and handing it to you. You unfold it slowly, raising an eyebrow in him in question as he merely nods for you to unfurl it faster. The cold wind blustering through the airship deck convinces you to snuggle closer into his side, partially leaning on the railing and partially leaning on him. His long fingers draw absentminded shapes on your arm as your eyes scan the page.
"This is an itinerary," you murmur, gaze darting back and forth. "A detailed, pre-meditated vacation itinerary, with reservation information!"
"And," he lilts, turning his head slightly to squint at his paradoxical elegant scrawl. "If you'll note, I made sure to book those around the activities you secretly planned, and budgeted time to do absolutely nothing at all." He leans in close, mouth by your ear. "Though I'm sure we'll find other ways of occupying our time, no?"
You pull back, gaping at him. He laughs openly at your expression, relishing in his victory. "Viktor, you-- how--"
"Jayce," he admits readily, the name coming out in an affectionate exhale. "He's not good at lying at all. The instant he started talking about a business trip, I had an inkling it wasn't what it seemed, and he told me your intentions by the evening."
Your expression darkens, and Viktor presses a kiss to your forehead in admittedly nice consolation. "I'm going to kill him, really, he's going to die by my hands."
"Not if Missus Medarda gets to him first," Viktor teases. "But I will admit, I did bring a few student theses with me to evaluate --" He lifts a finger when he sees you starting to complain. "-- only because I fully intend to satisfy you so well that you will, in fact, take some of this time to rest yourself."
"The whole point of this trip was for you to get a break," you halfheartedly jab your finger into his chest, but his arm around your waist gently tightens in response.
"And a break I shall have," Viktor says easily. "Because I'll be getting a minimum of 6 hours of sleep for a whole week. I daresay compared to my usual, that seems like a spa weekend in itself."
"You shouldn't be proud of yourself for having normal sleep hours during a retreat," you grumble. "You're supposed to have so much sleep and such late mornings that it's embarrassing." But you nuzzle into his embrace nonetheless, the sharp feeling of shock and betrayal (Jayce really was going to hear from you once you returned!) dissipating with the warmth of his body against yours.
When Viktor shivers at the next cold breeze, you head to your room -- a rather spacious one, because being one of the fathers of progress had to come with some perks to counter the stressful pressure of the role -- and tuck yourselves under a soft throw on the couch. Viktor leans into you more intently then, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder and his eyes to close. You sit like this, in quiet comfort, for a few minutes, until your mind gets the best of you and you break the silence.
"Love," you start, voice revealing your mild concern. Viktor stirs, raising his eyebrows so he can see you from where his head rests -- his eyes look enormous as a result, and you look down past his long eyelashes to lose yourself in his irises. "Are you sure this is alright? I know I wanted to go on a break with you, but if you truly had things to work on or data to collect--"
"-- then Jayce can handle it for a week," Viktor soothes. He pushes himself up so he can sit upright. "I certainly won't be indulging in more leisurely weeknights or more frequent trips away after this," he states matter-of-factly. "But I am aware that sometimes one must walk away from their work in order to return with a fresh perspective. Some of our better epiphanies with developing Hextech came from doing something else and finding inspiration outside. Like the airships, for example --" he waves his hand vaguely at the room. "-- quite against my will, Jayce took me to some sort of sporting event I didn't care to understand, and I noticed an automaton-balloon hybrid of a toy being sold to children. It led to the early designs of the airship, and helped us figure out how to improve the aerodynamics of the aircraft so to put less pressure on the Hextech energy used to move it." He blinks, then reaches for your hand, which he places between both of his own in his lap. His thumbs run over the veins in your hand, their travels slow and contemplative, as if Viktor is working on something in his mind.
Then he continues. "A lot of what I'd like to build next has to do with improving people's lives; helping families support each other and build prosperity. How can I even dream of doing that if I do not equally nurture my own? My family's lives?"
You flush a little under the pointed label of you as his family -- as his heart.
"Well, as long as you're okay with it," you say hesitantly, but when he smiles at you (and you swear his eye-bags look just a little less dramatic), you take confidence in his words.
"I am more than okay with this," Viktor says. He pulls you into him, your head now resting on his chest. Out of your sight, he glances up at the rack where his suitcase is stored, knowing that inside lies a small box with a ring, embedded with a cut fragment of spent Hex crystal.
And, he finds within himself, he truly is fine taking this break -- he will always have decades to conduct his life's work, but fewer chances to make you his life partner. He will tell you later, when the ring is on your finger and you're crying in tears of complete shock, that he's grateful for your scheming; grateful for your willingness to see past his Hex-tinted goggles, grateful for the challenges you give him. He will tell you that your attempts to surprise him made him competitive, and made him want to surprise you -- to turn all of your assumptions about his work-life balance on their head.
Your suggestion of a retreat afforded him the inspiration to determine what he wanted, and to take the leap for it when the opportunity arose.
For that, he will tell you as he kisses the ring on your hand, he will always be thankful.
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Hey dear! <3
I was thinking about if you perhaps wanted to write this lil drabble I have in mind? <3
Viktor and reader is taking a walk through a garden, it's spring so many beautiful flowers surrounds them.
When they get to a cherry blossom tree Viktor stops reader and steps in front of them looking at them as if there is something wrong, like something is missing and reader becomes nervous only to suddently getting a flower gently tugged behind their ear <3
Just a lil sweet idea I got, hope you can write something from this, if not then that's totally okey!^^
As you wish, my sweet Grumpy 🖤🖤🖤
The spring air was warm, breeze soft, a promise of summer looming just around the corner with far more sweltering temperatures. But not today. Today was perfect, brilliant sunshine reflecting blindingly off the fountains and small koi ponds scattered among the artfully landscaped botanical gardens, and creating lovely welcoming shady groves under trees just starting to open soft pale new leaves. Cool little havens to sprawl under in the grass and escape the bright sun sure to leave pale winter skin pink with soft sunburn by the end of the day.
It took far too much convincing to get Viktor out of the lab to accompany you to Piltover's renowned botanical gardens, had you feeling a little self conscious, a little concerned that perhaps you'd bullied him into this and he really didn't want to be there.
Of course it was just a flimsy excuse to spend more time with him, or any time with him when the full of his attention wasn't consumed in his work or research. Viktor was terribly kind whenever the pair of you spoke and he was never intentionally rude, but... obsession was too soft of a word to describe the way hextech consumed all of his focus. You'd lost count of how many times you'd got almost an hour into what you thought was deep conversation with him, only to realize suddenly that he'd not heard a word you said. Had just been humming absent agreement with his head buried in his work while you'd been nothing more than white noise to the background of that magnificent brain of his and those brilliantly glowing blue crystal gemstones that seemed like the only things capable to capturing his full attention.
In the end Jayce had to be the one to step in as you were fumbling trying to convince Viktor to join you in a walk through the gardens, he’d jokingly threatened that if Viktor didn't willingly go out and get some fresh air that he'd change the locks on the labs until he did. And how your cheeks had burned softly when Jayce had clapped one of those large hands on Viktor's shoulder with a little shake and an obviously meaningful glance from you to Viktor and back again before giving his oblivious partner a look. Dark brows lifted as the pair of them exchanged a wordless conversation, Jayce looking smug as Viktor's expression melted from mild aggravation to confusion to something bordering on panicked understanding as both men's eyes turned to you. Jayce smiling satisfaction at you and giving Viktor a pat on the shoulder while Viktor in turn looked like he'd prefer a quick death to this quiet awkwardness he'd found himself caught in.
But he'd come along. Met you with a thin little smile the next day at the towering, intricate wrought iron gates of the botanical gardens. Didn't even look all that put out, though you suspected it might just be a show of politeness. Nothing more than obligation to suffer this delay in getting back to his work with a smile so he didn't hurt your feelings.
“Shall we?” He asked, that lovely cupid’s bow mouth of his catching the soft curve of a cockeye smile as one slender fingered hand invited you to lead the way.
And that little uncomfortable pebble of doubt that had settled in your stomach grew slowly in weight as the pair of you walked along, you trying your best to ignore it. Because what could be wrong on a day so beautiful? The warm breeze gentle against your bare legs, tugging and fanning lightly at the hem of your skirt. All the flowers a riot of soft color among the vibrant greens, and the little electric thrill of Viktor at your elbow, so close that many of his gently swaying steps had your arms brushing.
You pointed out flowers and plants as you went along, explaining little stories about each; how those orchids over there had evolved specifically to attract a certain type of insect by perfectly mimicking a stamen that looked exactly like the insect and smelled like a female in estros. How these flowers over here were terribly poisonous to everything except this certain bird they relied upon to spread their seeds. How the deep purple tulips, nearly inky black, were the result of centuries of exacting breeding but still no one had yet to perfect the true black tulip, a gene lost to time or nature and never to be replicated again.
To his credit, Viktor actually seemed to listen, rather than tune you out again.
“You know quite a bit about botany.” He remarked, after your explanation of how the symbiosis of two particular plants helped to protect each other, one driving off the pests that would eat the other, while the second plant enriched the soil with the nitrogen the first plant needed to survive.
“I know its not quite the cold, perfect science you study.” You admitted with a little shrug, letting fingertips graze over a pink rose in passing, alarming a drunkenly fumbling fuzzy bee from its petals. “But it is the science we’re all built on. And at the end of the day, it’s the science of life. Its messy and beautiful and dangerous.”
Too busy staring at your own feet to catch the long look he gave you, too focused on that unhappy little weight within to feel his soft gaze on your skin.
You finally got bold enough to slip a hand into the crook of his elbow as the pair of you stopped to admire a gloriously huge wisteria trellis trained to arch and twine over the pathway, heavy clusters of lavender flowers dangling, just begging to be scooped up in a palm and have scent inhaled. And so you did just that, while sliding your other hand in a light grip of the crook of his arm not leaning upon the cane, like the anchor of him would keep you from toppling nose first into the flowers.
When he didn’t tense under your touch or tactfully extricate his arm from your grip when you both began walking again, but instead tucked his arm closer to his side, pressing your hand to himself, it was all you could do to repress a smile, or not to sneak a glance at him in profile. Then again, it was always difficult not to look at Viktor; all those beautiful sharp angles of him and soft golden eyes so hard to tear attention from. Frankly, you were shocked he didn’t catch you staring at him more frequently than he did in the labs, but then again... you were very sure he only barely registered your existence. Convinced he never thought much about you at all, while you found it difficult to think of anything but him.
The little wisteria tunnel opened up to a grove dominated by an enormous, old growth cherry tree in the riot of full bloom. The grass and circular pale gravel grit path surrounding it carpeted in fallen soft pink petals, more of the same drifting lazy through the breeze. The scent of them hanging soft in the air, like a little pocket of quiet paradise broken only by birdsong. Beside you, Viktor looked awestruck, mouth slightly open as he gazed up at the elder tree and its gnarled spread of glorious branches. His arm tucked your hand tighter to him as he lead you both under the boughs with that slow, slightly rocking pace of his that you did not mind in the least.
He stopped there, and released your hand, drawing his arm from your grasp as you repressed a little pang of loss, but let him go. Watched him turn to face you, something unreadable in his expression as his attention shifted from the tree to you. Had you matching his slight frown with one of your own. What? Why the sudden look of critical inspection that crossed the handsome angles of his face? The way that amber gaze ticked over you had you slipping into a dull little panic, like you’d forgotten something important; like you hadn’t brushed your hair or maybe left the house without glancing in the mirror and had an embarrassing dark smudge of yesterday’s makeup ringed under your eyes. Or that you’d put on a pair of mismatched little earrings or forgotten underwear.
“Viktor?”
So shocked when he reached one long arm up and plucked one little cluster of pink flowers from the tree, gave you another long, considering look before he stepped a little closer, and reached toward you. It had you tense a for a fleeting second before his fingertip caught the fall of your hair, stroked it back behind your ear in a little tracing caress that stole all the air out of your lungs at once, and then he tucked the soft petaled flowers over that ear. Smile spreading warm on his face as those fox-slant eyes of his softened. Fingertips grazing along your cheek, skimming the shape of your jaw.
You realized absently that your own hand hand risen with no help from you, to touch fingertips to the back of his wrist.
“Yes, perfect.” He murmured, almost more to himself than to you, had your heart clench a wonderfully painful little squeeze in your chest. Forced you to drop your gaze as looking at him became too difficult, convinced if you stared any longer you’d never be able to erase this moment from your memory, would hold it far too precious for the innocent silly thing it surely was.
But his fingertips scooped under your chin and lifted, and for a breathless minute the world was nothing but you and him and that cherry tree. Soft petals scattering down as he leaned in, mouth parting for yours.
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i noticed that 100 people follow my silly little viktor brainrot corner. we should do something fun! send me some fluff/smut viktor requests (and please mention if you want the reader to be gn or afab) and i’ll write you a little something (i wanted to say drabble but i might get into it so it ends up being longer than expected)
you can either use comments under this post or the ask box for your request. thank you for reading my horny shit, you darlings are the best <3
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Sunlight Daze
Viktor x Reader
Warnings: none
Simple Morning musings. This is not proof read whatsoever.
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Sunlight poured through the window, pooling on the sheets like liquid gold, splashing onto pillows and spilling all over the pale expanse of Viktor’s chest. It was rare that you woke and he was still in bed. Usually, you’d barely get a glimpse of him leaving through sleep dazed eyes as he pressed a gentle goodbye to your forehead before heading off to the labs.
He deserved to sleep in, even just a little bit. Though it was more like he was getting a normal and healthy amount of sleep. You were sure it was already well into the morning by the time you’d felt him settle into the sheets.
Your eyes lingered on the darkening circles under his eyes that seemed to grow with every passing day, a stark contrast to the pallor of his face. It was hard not to worry, especially when he refused to take care of himself. He was so focused on helping others with Hextech he seemed to forget that you couldn’t pour from an empty cup.
He stirred as your fingers brushed along his cheek to move a stray strand of hair. A smile spread across your lips as he nuzzled into your hand, seeming to seek your warmth and comfort even in depths of sleep.
He looked so relaxed for once. No furrow in his brow from the constant calculations he had to be making in his mind. No rush to save the world. You wished it could last forever.
“Mm…” His face scrunched before breaking out in a yawn. Like a cat. His eyes fluttered open slowly, still hazy with remnants of sleep. They were even more golden than the sunlight. Perhaps he was made of it.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” You whispered.
“What time is it?” It was a crime you didn’t get to hear his morning voice more often, deep and rumbling in his chest.
“9-ish… I think”
His eyes widened as he shot up, you quickly pressed him back down into the bed with a hand to his chest. You tutted softly, trapping him between your arms.
“But I—…The lab!”
“Jayce will understand, besides… It's the weekend. You’re not even required to work.”
You laughed as a pout formed on his lips. For all his intelligence, he was stubborn as a mule when it came to work. He put a hand on your cheek, his thumb rough and calloused as it swept across your skin.
“You wouldn’t abandon me for the labs would you?” You batted your eyelashes, leaning in close. His nose playfully nudged against yours. Lips brushed against lips.
“I don’t think you would let me even if I tried.”
“Mm, you know me too well, love.” A slight movement was all it took to kiss him gently. A plea.
“Stay?”
He stared at you with those sun filled eyes, a look so gentle it made your heart squeeze.
“… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
#arcane viktor x you#viktor x you#viktor fluff#viktor x reader#fluff#Can you tell I just want him to rest?#no beta we die like men#Vitya#i love him so much#i just want him to take care of himself
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Library Isolation | Viktor x Reader | SFW
Prompt: Viktor finds a discouraged reader in the old run-down library and cheers them up, consequentially admitting his feelings for them. Some sickly-victorian-boy-looking-mad-scientist-fluff. (Gender-neutral reader).
Warnings: Just fluff
Note: This is my first Viktor oneshot, but as a rabid writer with Viktor brain rot, it was bound to happen. Please enjoy<3
That familiar tip-tap of a cane echoed throughout the long-abandoned space, followed by the slight shuffle of feet.
You knew it was Viktor at once, and while a part of you dreaded having to see anyone at that moment, a part of you was relieved. At least it was him and not anyone else. Viktor was the one person you trusted the most.
The library was empty of all people, as it was the old one that used to serve the academy. When a new one was constructed with updated features and books, you were the only one who frequented the strangely haunting space.
It was a quiet place, and nobody would disturb you—which came in handy more recently.
Your head had been swimming with doubt after many of your experiments seemed to fail without any sign of hope ahead. You were discouraged, and it was difficult for you to be in the lab when nothing would work.
“I know you are in here, y/n,” Viktor said with a light lift to his voice. “There’s no point in hiding.”
“I’m not hiding,” you returned quietly from your spot on the old spiral staircase that lead nowhere. There was a pile of books around you, just the way you liked it.
Viktor emerged from the light that poured in through the window, and his shadow cast across the floor. He turned to look in your direction, and a small smile appeared on his face.
“How did you know?” You asked, voice lacking your usual determination and curiosity that Viktor often found endearing.
“You have always been very fond of this place,” Viktor began, taking careful steps forward with this cane. “Especially when you aren’t exactly...erm how should I put it? Inspired?”
With a sigh, you dropped your gaze and nodded. “You could say that.”
“What has you down this time, y/n?” Viktor prompted you with a gentle tone.
Viktor always seemed to know how to talk to you, even when you didn’t have the slightest clue of how to cheer yourself up. He was a caring soul, and you appreciated his friendship immensely.
“It’s nothing Viktor, I don’t want to bother you about it. And you didn’t need to come all the way up here,” you said with a long gaze, feeling guilty for how far he had to walk in order to reach you.
The stairs up to the old library were huge, and they were shaped in a spiral that reach the very top. Surely his journey with the cane was taxing on him.
Viktor gave you a slightly amused sound as he moved even closer, so close that he was at the bottom of the steps. A playful smile became of his lips. Those ember eyes took you in.
“You don’t need to worry about me, y/n. I don’t say this often, but a small break from the lab can be a good thing.”
A small smile tugged on your lips at that, since Viktor was the last person to talk about taking care of one’s personal wellbeing. He was notorious for his extensive days in the lab, hardly even taking breaks to eat.
“While that is true, I don’t need you inuring yourself just to find me.”
Viktor’s body drew closer to your own, and your breath hitched at the proximity. His comforting scent filled your scenes—the one you’ve grown accustomed to after many sessions in the lab with him. It never failed to put you at ease.
Viktor’s eyes connected with yours and a light smirk played on his mouth before he extended an arm beyond your head, where he grabbed one of the books and pulled back again.
While you relaxed the moment more space was put between you, Viktor’s mesmerizing stare lingered. He chuckled and cracked open the book. “I wasn’t aware you were so concerned about my wellbeing.”
A light blush scattered across your cheeks at once, and you swallowed back the slight embarrassment. “How can science progress if you aren’t around to make it happen?”
Viktor scanned the book with apparent interest until he met your gaze again. His lip pulled upward, slender fingers holding the cover as eloquently as he always did. “I could ask the same of you.”
The mournful sigh left your chest once more, forced to look away from Viktor’s more intense stare. He was always right, even when you didn’t want to admit it. There was no point in hiding your sorrows when Viktor knew you so well.
“Everything I’ve tried in the last two weeks hasn’t gotten me anywhere. Each test run fails before it even has the chance to start. I’m beginning to feel like I’m not cut out for this.” Your words were shameful, for you hated admitting defeat. It was always hard to swallow.
Viktor tutted and closed the book before finding a new place for it. “The nature of our job is to hit dead ends from time to time, no? Isn’t the point of trial and error to weed out any possible outcomes?”
“Yes, but this doesn’t seem like a roadblock I can find a solution to,” you said solemnly, chin rested on your palm.
“You will get there eventually, y/n. You always do.”
The frustration mounted within your chest. Not at Viktor, but at your own mind and the lack of progress you had made. “But you don’t get it. You always make it look so easy, Viktor. Like it comes to you so naturally.”
“Nothing about what we do is easy. I had to work toward my ambitions much like you have, y/n. It never came to me naturally, it was only my keen interest to discover and learn that put me in the position I’m in today. I see that same curiosity in you. You need to keep trying and something will eventually give.”
Viktor had a point like he always did, but it didn’t dispel your dwindling confidence.
“I’m not good enough for this. It’s useless.”
“You won’t talk about yourself like that while I’m here. I won’t listen to you put your brilliant mind down,” Viktor said with a more serious tone, leaning against the spiral stairs. “It is easy to grow impatient with these kinds of things, but we are working on this together. We will find a solution, and you will realize just how capable you truly are.”
The words were heavy within your chest, shocked by Viktor’s conviction. You could only watch as he examined you completely.
“Why do you have so much faith in me?” You asked, eyes full of conflicting emotions.
“Because you have always had that same faith in me,” Viktor confessed, face softening. “When I hit a roadblock, you are always quick to assist me. Even if you don’t have a solution, you inspire me nevertheless.”
Viktor was relieved the moment a more genuine smile fell on your face. “I inspire you? I thought it was the other way around.”
A sheepish expression overcame Viktor’s face, and he shrugged. “You are a joy to have in the lab, y/n. Even if I don’t say it often, I appreciate your dedication. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
The blush returned to your cheeks as Viktor offered you a hand once he was sure and steady on his feet. “I must confess my admiration goes beyond your work in the lab.”
You blinked hard at Viktor’s words while you put your hand in his palm, and his fingers closed around it gently. He pulled you to your feet and gazed upon you like you were a precious gemstone. His smile was even warmer and filled with something you had never seen in him before.
“What?”
With one hand in yours, Viktor allowed the other to caress your cheek as he moved closer. The light pressure of his skin on yours made you melt at once, warmed by the touch.
You had never seen Viktor act this way, and it made your heart hammer in your chest. You had no idea.
“I can’t stand how you speak of yourself when I think so highly of you. I have never met anyone as intelligent, caring, or beautiful as you. I have always treasured my time with you, my dove,” Viktor murmured softly, eyes big with genuine emotions.
His face neared your own, lips mere inches away. The light fan of his breath against your mouth sent a shiver down your spine. “I often thought my feelings were unrequited, but seeing that look on your face, I’m inclined to believe you feel the same.”
You swallowed back the lump in your throat and soaked in the softness of his touch. You nodded against his hand. “Y-yes, Viktor.”
The intrigued grin tempted his lips, and Viktor allowed his nose to move next to your own, teasing those anticipating hitches in your breathing out of you. “So you wouldn’t mind if I showed you how much I truly care?”
You shook your head carefully, so intrigued by your proximity. You felt as Viktor’s body pressed against your own, and he moved both hands to hold your face affectionately.
His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks carefully before he pressed his lips against yours softly.
The contact was so tender at first that you hardly felt it. But the brush of his skin against yours nearly zapped you with excitement. The quiet squeak of contentment that came from you amused Viktor.
He hummed into the kiss and deepened it, pulling you impossibly close to him. Your head spun from how enthralling the affection was, and you never wanted it to end.
Viktor consumed your senses, and you felt lightheaded from how desperately you both needed to feel more. Your lips melded together beautifully, as if you had done so many times before.
The gentle beat of Viktor’s heart against your chest sparked warmth to flood your entire body. It was perfect, and you didn’t realize how badly you needed it until that moment.
You mourned the absence of his lips the moment Viktor pulled away slowly, and he smiled down at you. His hands remained in their place against your jaw, in which your arms wrapped around Viktor’s slender waist.
“Now you know,” Viktor whispered against your lips, completely taken by the sight of you.
Unable to speak, you simply closed the space between you once again and kissed Viktor like you wouldn’t get the chance again.
The affection aroused a new inspiration within you, as if anything were possible then. You felt less resistant about heading back to the lab, yet you knew Viktor’s confession would only cause more distractions during your time together.
In the end, it was worth it.
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