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Life Giveth and Life Taketh Away

Pairing: Viktor x Reader (You can always use this extension to change Y/N to your own name, if you’d like)

Description: When a routine test with the Hexcore goes sideways, Dr. Y/N Cole is left with an unexplained power—a gift that might be the answer to the illness eating away at Viktor’s life. But power always comes with a price, and there are no happy endings in Piltover.

Wordcount: 7.5k

Warnings: Major character death, angst, Jayce being a major pain in everyone’s ass, language, a wee bit of fluff, hurt/no comfort

A/N: Welcome to me ignoring canon for the sake of my stupid little plot!

—

The Hexcore was unlike anything Y/N had ever seen. From the way Viktor toyed with it for hours on end and the way Jayce’s wide eyes watched it undulate and glow, she guessed the duo had never seen anything like it either. It was science, living and breathing—magic, caged and yet dangerously unmoored between Viktor’s trained hands.

It was terrifying in a way, but in her career as a scientist, she had learned to live for the terrifying, riding that fine line between madness and invention. It was that trait within her that had pulled her towards the undoubtedly insane men she now worked for, and had likewise pulled them to her.

“I think Heimerdinger is right in a way,” she said, leaning against the end of the desk as Viktor sat in front of the core, head resting on his hands.

“How so?” He asked, his voice flat.

“We can’t employ the core until we understand it,” she said. He opened his mouth to protest, but she continued. “That just means we need to work twice as hard to understand it, to help the people who can’t wait another year or two years before this technology is available to the public.”

Viktor smiled softly, turning his head back to the core, it’s blue light dancing in the reflection of his yellow eyes. That was what pulled her to the softer, ganglier of the two scientists—and what pulled him to her—that willful, unrelenting drive to help others no matter the cost to themselves. The late nights and the bad coffee and the mornings waking to neck aches as they lifted their heads from the desks they’d sat down at two days ago—it all meant nothing. Nothing compared to the things they needed to accomplish.

“You’ve been up for 48 hours,” she said, standing from her spot against the desk and coming up behind him. “You go get some shut-eye, and I’ll run some more tests.”

“I’m your boss, Dr. Cole,” he said with lethargic amusement in his voice. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“When you’re being stupid, I do,” she said, leaning back against the desk next to him. He smiled and closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. To her surprise, he reached around her for the cane leaning against the desk, standing with a grunt. “I’ll get a few hours sleep,” he relented, his voice deep and slow with exhaustion, his accent thicker than ever. “And then I’ll be back here to relieve you.”

“More than a few hours, Viktor,” she called as he left, knowing he wouldn’t listen to her. His lack of response said just as much. She sat down in his chair and sighed.

She thought about Jayce, the acting head of the council, busy with political endeavors and Mel, although she couldn’t blame him—if the councilwoman showed even the slightest bit of interest in her, she wouldn’t hesitate to fall into her arms. But despite his distractions, Jayce had been the one to tell her about Viktor’s trip to the hospital. He had been the one to beg her to force Viktor to take care of himself. “He listens to you,” he’d insisted. She spent every day with Viktor, but he revealed nothing—beyond the poorly masked coughs.

He needed this. He needed this promise of future, this promise of life. But he wouldn’t make it to that point of discovery if he kept pushing himself like he was. That was what Jayce had explained to her, translated from the doctor’s prescription of rest, rest, rest. As if that would cure a dying Viktor.

She ran her fingers along the edges of the core, feeling the cool, textured metal against the pad of her thumb. The core seemed to thrum in response, the light within it pulsing playfully. She pulled two wilting plants from a shelf beneath her, setting them on the desk on both sides of the core, and she curled into Viktor’s chair, just watching.

Stems of blue light, curious and alive, reached from inside the core, caressing the leaves of the plants until they started to bristle. Brown, papery skin became smooth, became green and waxy and full of life. The plants lifted themselves from their wilted position section by section, until two entirely different pieces of greenery sat on the desk before her.

She picked one of them up and walked it to the other side of the room, leaving the other by the core. She paced as she watched them both. She watched how the blue light burst and blew one plant apart into a sprout of black thorns. She watched how the other plant wilted again in the absence of the core’s life-giving power. It didn’t matter what life it gave—it was gone in a matter of seconds.

Or maybe mint plants were just inhospitable hosts for this power.

She sat back down, making a list in her head of new hosts to try. She hated the thought of animals, but maybe testing on sick or nearly-dead ones wouldn't be too unethical. Bugs were fair game, but their anatomy was so starkly different from a human’s that how the core affected them would be irrelevant.

It took her a moment to realize the core was still reaching, still hungry. It wrapped its light around the now lifeless tangle of black stems in a constricting, almost predatorial way. It took Y/N an even longer moment to realize it had started reaching for her. Her eyes widened, the light growing brighter before her. It took her too long—just a moment too long—to think to stand up out of its way.

It took another three hours for Viktor to find her collapsed on the floor in front of the desk, the core still pulsing on the surface.

—

Viktor told her she had lost her being-alone-in-the-lab privileges as soon as she woke up in a hospital bed, and Jayce frowned at her, as if saying how is he supposed to rest now, genius? She gave him a tight smile that said I tried my fucking best.

Before an entire non-verbal argument could play out, Mel appeared in the doorway, a soft coat wrapped around her slender frame and a vase of flowers in between her hands. “We leave you alone for an hour, Doctor, and look where you end up.”

“What can I say, I have a proficiency for poor decision making,” she said, and Mel laughed, sitting down at the end of her bed after setting the flowers on Y/N’s bedside table. She smiled at the arrangement of roses, some of them closed tight against the cold hospital air. “Thank you, Councilor,” she said. “These are lovely.”

“You’re welcome,” Mel said, before turning her eyes to Jayce. “But I’m afraid there are some matters that Councilman Talis and I need to attend to. I wish you a speedy recovery, Doctor,” she said as she stood, patting Y/N’s shin through the blankets.

Jayce mumbled a goodbye as he and Mel left together, leaving only Y/N, Viktor, and heavy silence that lingered in the air like molasses.

“I appreciate Mel’s sentiment,” she said softly, “but I hate roses.” Viktor looked up at that, watching her with wary eyes. “I don’t like how they close up.” She lifted a hand and ran a fingertip along one of the closed flowers as if to prove her point.

Her hand stilled as the petals quivered beneath her touch, before bursting open in a quick rush. Viktor stopped breathing. She drew her hand back. And then she lifted it again, reaching for another closed rose. It opened much the same, and she could hear Viktor’s sharp intake of breath.

“Find me a dead one,” she said, and it took Viktor a moment to even realize she had spoken.

“What?”

“A dead plant. Find me, uh, a dead plant, to—”

He was out of his chair and limping down the hallway before she could finish her sentence. He returned a moment later, a poor nurse hauling a browning plant in a large planter into the room.

“Beside the bed,” he said softly, and the nurse deposited it there, staring at them both expectantly. “That will be all, thank you.”

Once he left, she reached out, pressing her fingertips against one of the wilting leaves. Like mold on bread, green spread out beneath her fingers until the entire plant was living again.

“What have you done?” Viktor breathed, and she shook her head.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” she said. She looked down at her hands, the same as they were last night, and shook her head again. “I ran the same test we’ve run a million times. The plants—the plants died and withered, but the core–”

“What about the core?”

“I don’t know. It was different.”

“Different how?” He said, scooting the plant away and sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “I need you to explain it to me in detail, Y/N.”

She bristled at the sound of her first name in his accented voice. He always called her Doctor or Cole or Dr. Cole. But she didn’t have time to linger on the significance of it when he was staring intensely enough at her to make a lesser person shrink away in discomfort. But she knew this gaze—his problem-solving gaze. She just wasn’t used to being the problem he was solving.

“The plants were enough to wake it this time, but not enough to satiate it. It was hungry, and then,” she paused. “Predatorial? I saw it reaching for me, and I was just too stunned to move. And then I woke up here.”

“That’s all you remember?”

“Yes,” she said. He reached out to take her hand in his, to study it, but she pulled back. His narrowed eyes met hers. “Don’t—don’t touch me, we don’t—”

“We don’t what?” He asked slowly.

“We don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t want any… unintended side effects.” She thought about the mint plant bursting into wild black and shivered, Viktor’s face hovering in front of hers. She pressed her hands beneath her legs for safe measure.

“Yes, right,” he said. And then he was gone for a moment, returning with a pair of lamb-skin gloves dangling from his fingers. “To prevent any unintended side effects.”

—

Jayce was ecstatic when he returned to the lab later that day, explaining to Viktor’s unimpressed face how Y/N’s ability was a vital step in understanding the core. How she was fine, as the doctor’s had confirmed, and she now had the ability to bring plants to life.

“With none of that turning black and dying stuff,” he added, gesturing to the two plants now basking in the window—the vase of fully-bloomed roses and the potted plant, both still alive.

“Just like we do not understand the core,” Viktor explained, “we do not understand what it has done to Dr. Cole. We need—time.”

“Time?” Jayce said. “Weren’t you the one who said people need help now? Here’s your answer, Viktor,” he said, gesturing to Y/N as if she were a potted plant as well. “Why not take advantage of it?”

“Maybe because it is our friend and our colleague, and there is no need to put her in more danger than she has already subjected herself to,” Viktor said.

Y/N frowned—upset that she was actively being excluded from this conversation, and glad because she truly didn’t know who she sided with.

“What about you, Viktor?” Jayce continued, his voice softer. “You thought the Hexcore was the key to curing you, and now,” he looked over at her, “the key might be Y/N.”

Viktor stood, putting his weight on his cane to stand face-to-face with his partner. “Enough,” he said. “This was an unfortunate accident, an accident we still do not know the full repercussions of. Dr. Cole is not a trinket, she is not a science experiment, and I won’t treat her as such.”

Y/N stood, and they both turned their heads towards her. “I need a glass of water.”

Jayce was quick to fetch it for her, and then both men were watching her intently as she drank, eyebrows raised. She sighed.

“Jayce has a point,” she said, apologetic eyes meeting Viktor’s. “This could very well be a blessing in disguise, Viktor.”

Jayce lifted his hands in an I told you so gesture that had Viktor rolling his eyes.

“But,” she continued, and both the men’s focuses returned to her. “Viktor is right that the risks of getting ahead of ourselves right now far outweigh the potential rewards.” It was Viktor’s turn to gloat, but he just smiled softly. “We don’t know if those plants will blacken and die. It may only take longer for them to do so.”

Viktor’s smile disappeared at that, before he nodded solemnly.

“Let’s monitor your power,” he said. “We will test it on more plants, on dying animals, and we will see what becomes of them.”

“Because sickly rats are more deserving of this power than you,” Jayce said, sharp eyes on Viktor’s profile as he watched her. Viktor ignored him, crossing the room to pull a mint plant from our withering collection.

Jayce’s eyes met Y/N’s, and she shook her head. He clenched his fists and was gone in an instant, the lab door slamming behind him.

—

Viktor’s next hospital visit was less shocking than the first. And the doctor’s advice was the same. Rest, rest, rest, he told Viktor. So your inevitable death will come a little later, was the bit he forgot to add.

By the time a disheveled Jayce walked through the door to the hospital room, Y/N had fallen asleep, curled awkwardly in a chair, her head resting on the foot of the bed. The lamb-skin gloves were on her hands—as they had been for the last two weeks except for when she was curing canaries and mice and mint plants. In her foggy, half-conscious haze, she heard the tail-end of a whispered conversation, voices floating above her like light from the core, reaching desperately through the space in between.

“You have to try,” said Jayce, his voice kinder than she’d heard it in weeks. “What is there to lose?”

“Without thinking about the potential consequences for me, we don’t know what the consequences for Y/N will be,” said Viktor, her first name feeling so out of place, like a confession she wasn’t meant to hear.

“Viktor—”

“She’s been curing plants and small animals, not human beings.”

“The Hexcore never gets any weaker,” Jayce countered. “It never dims, and that same power is in Y/N. You have to trust it.”

“I don’t. Not with her life,” came Viktor’s defeated voice.

She heard shuffling as Jayce stood and felt his warm hand on her back.

“She’d never try something if you didn’t approve,” he said. “Why don’t you give her a chance to choose for herself?” He paused. “Your life matters too, Viktor.”

She fell back asleep to images of yellow eyes closing for good, hands reaching out too late, and a cough somewhere in the distance.

—

A week in the lab until his next episode. A week during which Y/N cured a cat of pneumonia, developed a minor cough which had Viktor—for lack of better terms—flipping his shit, recovered quickly, and tried to convince him to get at least five hours of sleep every night (which he didn’t).

A week until the doctor came into Viktor’s hospital room with a frown and no longer told her he should rest more. There is no more delaying it, he said with just the defeated look in his eyes.

A week until Jayce had the same argument again—only this time with her.

“He’s dying, Y/N,” said Jayce, eyes flitting to Viktor’s sleeping form. “I’m begging you to at least try.”

She watched the way Viktor’s chest rose and fell beneath the blankets—each breath a monumental effort he might not have the strength to make again. She looked back at Jayce.

“It’s his life,” she said. “And he’s right. We don’t know what will happen.”

“I know you won’t just let him die,” Jayce said. “You care for him. Much more than you care for me.” She opened her mouth to counter, but he lifted his hand. “I’m not offended, Y/N. I only ask you to do what you’ve been wanting to do since the moment you made that rose bloom.”

He departed soon after that, muttering something about council business and leaving a kiss on her hairline, as if he was trying to transfer the will to cure him into her.

Viktor was right. Every test they had done had been successful, but they still didn’t know the long-term side effects—on her patients and on her. Viktor understood the ethics of research and nothing would make him flinch from that, not in a way that might hurt someone else. She understood that, truly she did.

But Jayce was right in a more pressing way. They didn’t have years to understand this ability. They had another month, if they were lucky. Viktor was dying anyway, and he would undoubtedly die if she sat here and did nothing. He deserved a chance, no matter how much he said he didn’t want it. And she was the only one who could give it to him.

She scooted her chair towards Viktor until there was no room left between it and the bed. She peeled off the lamb-skin gloves slowly, setting them on the bedside table. She stayed like that for a while, hands suspended in the air above his sleeping form, taking slow breaths in and out. She only shifted to wipe the tears that had started to trickle down her face.

“Viktor,” she breathed. His eyelids shifted, but he made no other movement. She started reaching for the gloves again, picturing his anger when he woke up, anger she never wanted directed at her. She stalled when she thought about him not waking up at all. The anger was preferable, she decided, fingers reaching for his face.

She felt static shock run through her body as her fingertips grazed his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned into her touch. Her other hand reached for his, twining their fingers together until her knuckles were colorless. When his eyes stilled again, she brought her other hand to his, pressing his hand between her palms and bringing it up to her face, planting kisses along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” she said into his skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She fell asleep with her head against their tangle of hands.

—

She woke to an empty hospital bed, her cheek resting against the mussed-up blankets.

In her half-consciousness, she thought Viktor must have died in the night, and they’d already hauled away his body. She stood quickly, blood-rushing to her head and sending her on a quick trip to the floor, knees colliding with the cool stone. She cursed, suddenly conscious enough to realize they would have woken her if her dearest friend had passed on in his sleep. But the question remained: where was he? She stood, the action taking much more effort than usual, and stepped into the hall.

“Excuse me,” she said, stopping a nurse as she passed by. “Do you know where Viktor went?” she asked, gesturing to the empty bed behind her.

“He was discharged early this morning,” she said.

“Discharged? He was the sickest he’s ever been. How was he discharged?”

“The doctors are still trying to puzzle it out,” she shrugged. “But he was perfectly fine when he woke up. Left in a rush.”

Y/N stared open-mouthed and dumbfounded at the nurse as the truth dawned on her. The nurse lingered for a moment—most likely concerned by her notable absence of reaction—before continuing on her way. She stood in the doorway, completely motionless, as she realized what she’d done.

She cured him.

It worked.

Jayce was right.

She grabbed the gloves from the table and left, going to the one place she knew he’d be.

The lab was a mess when she got there, notes ripped from journals and scattered along table tops, pieces of hextech dangerously littered about the room. He looked like a mad scientist sitting in the middle of all of it—the mad scientist she had first met, with color in his cheeks and a light in his eyes she couldn’t believe had ever been gone.

But then those eyes turned on her, and the light became fire.

“What have you done?” He said, standing up on his cane and closing the distance between them.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was small, much smaller than she wished it to be.

“You don’t know?” He said, throwing his arms in the air. “Of course you do not! How can you? But luckily for you, I can enlighten you.” He paused, turning away from her. He ran a hand down his face as he considered how to continue. “You have cured me, Y/N,” he said eventually, barely looking over his shoulder at her. “I can breathe, I can walk about without nearly fainting, I can live.” He looked at her, and she found no gratitude in his eyes. “What did Jayce say to you? You said you would do nothing without my wish for you to do so. And I did not wish this.”

“Why?” she said, taking a step towards him. When he turned his face and refused to meet her eyes, she shook her head. “Maybe you had accepted your death, but I hadn’t. You were living on borrowed time, Viktor. Every trip to the hospital was one trip closer to your last, and I couldn’t watch you die. I couldn’t watch you let yourself not die, not when I have this.” She lifted her hands, and he finally looked at her, grimacing. “You said our work could help people, and I have just proven that it can, we—we should be celebrating, you bastard,” she said, her voice growing thinner. She took in a shaky breath. “You should be thanking me, you should—” She groaned, clenching her fists in an effort to slow the painful race of her heart. She sighed. “I don’t know why you were so happy to die, Viktor. But you deserve a chance. And I was the only one who could give it to you.”

“It was not your right,” he said slowly.

“I don’t care!” she said, throwing her arms up in the air. “You’re alive, Viktor! You’ll live for years and years to come; who gives a fuck who has the right? I wasn’t going to give you the right to die.”

He grunted and turned away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just–I need a moment,” he said. She scoffed.

“Take a lifetime, Viktor,” she said, the door slamming shut behind her.

—

When Jayce heard the news, he was knocking on her apartment door (after visiting a moody Viktor, of course). He crushed her in a hug before she could say hello, lifting her off the ground and twirling her through the air like a ragdoll.

“It worked!” He said, setting her back down with his hands on the tops of her arms. “I told you it would!”

She stepped out of his grasp, walking further into her apartment. “But Viktor—”

“He’ll come around,” Jayce said, following her. “I know he will; he’s just mad he can’t be so morbid all the time now.”

She nodded, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “Tea?”

Jayce smiled, pulling out a chair at her breakfast table. “You know me so well, Doctor.”

She sat down across from him a minute later, two cups of chamomile between them.

“I’m just—” Jayce started, his eyes fixated on something outside the window. “I’m just so relieved. For so long, we couldn’t do what we love. Everything was about Viktor getting better, as it should have been, and now—” He smiled. “—Now we go back to how it always was.”

She nodded, taking another sip of her tea. She nearly spilled it when a cough immediately ripped through her throat, followed by another cough, and another.

“You alright?” Jayce asked, setting down his cup and reaching a hesitant hand towards her.

“Wrong pipe,” she wheezed, standing up from her seat and clutching a hand to her chest. Jayce stood as well, hands hovering in front of him as if he didn’t know what to do.

“Doctor—”

“I’m fine,” she managed, walking to the sink and cupping her hands beneath the faucet, drinking mouthfuls of cold water.

“I don’t know if that’s going to—”

The water came back up immediately, followed by her breakfast as she emptied her stomach into the sink. Jayce was there, hands on her back as she continued to heave. “I’m fine,” she said again, although she didn’t think either of them believed it.

“You’re fine,” Jayce repeated, his hands going still on her back. “You just need to lay down, okay?” She nodded, following Jayce as he opened the door to her bedroom, peeling back the covers on her bed. He covered her up as soon as she crawled onto the mattress, closing the door and speaking a quiet feel better over her faint coughs.

—

“She needs a hospital,” said a hazy voice as she woke.

“I’m certain it’s just a minor cold or something,” replied a voice she recognized, Jayce’s face coming into view above her as she flitted my eyes open.

“Minor colds don’t have people vomiting and losing consciousness, Councilor.”

“She didn’t—”

She coughed as she woke, and both Jayce and—as she now recognized him—Dr. Haymin, Viktor’s physician, turned their focus on her.

“Dr. Cole, how are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she croaked out, clearing her throat at the sound of her voice and pushing her covers off. It was too hot. She was too hot. “Where’s Viktor?” she asked in her half-consciousness, knowing the last time she’d seen these two men in a room, there had been a third.

“At the lab,” Jayce said after a beat of silence. “I didn’t—he doesn’t need to worry. Right, Doctor?”

Dr. Haymin ignored him, speaking to Y/N instead. “I was just telling Councilor Talis how it might be safest for you in a hospital right now, just while we figure out what’s going on.”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“Dr. Cole—”

“I just needed a bit of rest,” she said, standing and pushing past them into her kitchen. They followed her as she pulled a glass from her cupboard and filled it with water, taking slow, steady sips.

“I’ll stay with her for now, Dr. Haymin,” Jayce said. “If there are any further complications, I’ll take her to the hospital, alright?”

Dr. Haymin looked hesitantly between them before letting out a long sigh. “I want you both to know that in my professional opinion, she should be in a hospital right this minute.”

“I understand,” said Jayce.

Dr. Haymin left with a laundry list of symptoms to look out for, mentioning something about Y/N’s fingers turning blue as Jayce closed the door in his face.

“Alright,” said Jayce, walking back into the kitchen. “So, you’re fine?”

She nodded.

“Great. I’m late for official council business. I’ll come back around dinner time to check back on you. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” she said, lifting her glass in his direction as he quickly followed in Dr. Haymin’s steps.

—

“I just wanted to apologize, even though my reaction was completely warranted and your behavior was—no, no,” Viktor mumbled to himself, hovering in the hallway outside her apartment. “The way I spoke to you was unacceptable, and I just wanted to apologize. I am obviously still infuriated at you, but I respect you, and I should have shown that, despite your complete dismissal of my autonomy and—no, no, no, no, shit.” He let out a deep breath. “Y/N, I want to be alive, I am happy I am alive, and I am sorry. I know you did what you did out of the goodness of your heart, and I am not mad at you, only at your recklessness—the recklessness Jayce inspired. I’m sorry for yelling, and I hope you can forgive me.”

He nodded sharply to himself before taking the final step to her door and knocking twice. When the seconds ticked by with no answer, he knocked again. “Dr. Cole?” He called. “It’s me, uh, Viktor. I understand if you do not wish to speak with me, but I promise I am not here to fight.” He paused, waiting for her to yell back from the other side telling him to go fuck himself. But there was nothing. “Dr. Cole?”

He tried the handle, and to his surprise, it gave, the door swinging open before him. “Dr. Cole?” He called again, stepping into her sunlit apartment. “Are you here?” Once he passed the threshold, he saw her, collapsed in a heap in front of her kitchen counter.

“Y/N!” He rushed towards her, leaning his cane against the counter and crouching down beside her body, his hand on her back rising with a shaky breath that had him sighing in relief. “Y/N, wake up,” he said softly, turning her over onto her back. His hands stilled at the sight of blood dried along her upper lip, one stream still tacky from her right nostril. “Y/N.” He shook her shoulder, perhaps a little rougher than he’d intended, and she coughed, her eyes flitting open and then squinting shut again at the brightness in the room. “Y/N, what happened?” He asked, the quiver in his voice telling them both that he already had a hypothesis.

“Viktor?” She said, opening her eyes halfway, and he opened his mouth to respond before she was overtaken with a fit of coughs, curling into herself and pressing her mouth into her elbow. “I’m–” cough “fine—” cough “I promise.”

He didn’t respond, he simply took a hold of her hand, straightening out the arm she had been coughing into and peering down at her elbow.

The white fabric was bright red—red like roses, like the roses still blooming in the lab window.

He didn’t even have the strength for another what have you done. He just squeezed his hand tightly around hers and closed his eyes.

“Viktor?”

He was silent for a long while before he responded with a broken sob, his other hand coming up to cover his face as he cried openly. Y/N sat up, wrapping her arm around his back and pulling him into her, their hands still locked together between them.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered into his shoulder, which only made him cry harder.

“This was not your disease to live with,” he said, pulling back to look at her and speaking aloud what they had both realized by now. “To—to die—”

“Hey,” she said, hand coming up to cradle the side of his face. “It wasn’t yours either. No one deserves this, but I–I am carrying it now, so, just—let it be, okay?”

“I–I should have seen this. You were dehydrated all the time from the plants, and your cough from the-the cat—”

She dipped her head, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“Viktor,” she breathed. “I wouldn’t take it back.”

“I wouldn’t have let you do it,” he said, not in anger, but in a remorse so heavy she didn’t know how he carried it on his own.

She turned away to cough again, and Viktor couldn’t find the strength to yell at her for this. Jayce, he would obliterate the next time he saw him, but not her.

“We should probably get you to a hospital,” he said instead, and she sighed once the coughing fit subsided.

“They can’t–they can’t do anything,” she said softly. “I think I’d just prefer to be here.”

He frowned, but said nothing. Instead, he helped her up and guided her to her bedroom, peeling back the covers much like Jayce had earlier that morning. Except Viktor stayed, pulling an armchair to the side of her bed and sinking into it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” she said through a yawn, pulling the covers up to her chin.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N,” he replied, and she closed her eyes. “I’ll find a way to fix this,” he added, but she had already drifted off.

—

He brought Y/N back to the lab as soon as she was rested enough, and she sat on the bench by the window as he worked, resting her head against the glass. When Jayce arrived a few hours later, he was surprised to see them both there, and at the way Viktor tensed at his friend’s cheery hello, she stood and decided to use this opportune moment to use the bathroom. When she came back there was still muffled yelling through the door and she waited outside, wanting nothing to do with this conflict—even if, in a way, she had caused it. Jayce burst into the hallway a few moments later his eyes wide and red-rimmed.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would never—”

“It’s okay, Jayce,” she said, resting her hands on his arms. “We both wanted what was best for him.”

“But, I-I left you,” he choked out in a whisper that made her realize he had definitely not told Viktor that part. “I really believed you were fine, or maybe I was just in denial, I—”

“Hey,” she cut him off. “It’s happened and we can’t take it back. I’m at peace with it, okay? Anything you think you’ve done wrong, I forgive you for.”

Jayce pulled her into him, crushing her in a hug, his chin resting on the top of her head. “I’m still sorry,” he said. She pulled back and smiled at him, before taking a step back towards the door. Jayce took a step in the other direction, faltering for a second as he watched her disappear into the lab.

—

For four hours—maybe five—Viktor tossed theories and possible cures at her, most of which she had already researched herself when Viktor was sick. She explained the downsides, the impossibilities, the potential of rumfish oil, if strained properly. But Viktor had more and more ideas. For every hypothesis she countered, he had another one ready, each more desperate and mad than the last.

“Viktor,” she finally said, cutting off his long-winded explanation of an incident involving tempar eels and a woman cured of heart palpitations. “Can we—save this for tomorrow? I’m tired. I don’t know how you were working all the time, because I’m just—drained. I’d like to have dinner and go to bed, if that’s okay.”

Viktor paused, before nodding slowly. “Of course. I’ll walk you to your room.”

She pulled a jar of soup out of her cabinet once they got back to her apartment, Viktor grabbing a pot and placing it on the stove without a thought. She tried to open the jar, her fingers straining against the lid, but she couldn’t get it to budge. Viktor noticed and quietly came up behind her, reaching out his hands.

“I got it,” she insisted, trying again. And again. Why was this happening? She was young and strong, and she’d never had trouble opening a goddamn jar of soup.

“Y/N, let me—”

“I got it,” she said, sharper than she intended. The shock of her outburst made all anger and spite and will drain out of her quickly, and she slumped, placing the jar in Viktor’s outstretched hands. He turned away towards the stove, and she didn’t even see him open it, but she heard the sound of the liquid filling the pot.

“Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, Dr. Cole,” he said.

Dr. Cole. What happened that he couldn’t call her by her first name, the name she’d grown accustomed to hearing from him? What sort of distance did he need? What sort of space was he trying to restore? Maybe before he had distanced himself because he knew any connection wouldn’t last, that soon enough he’d be dead. And now he knew that soon enough she’d be dead in his place. Dr. Cole, Dr. Cole, Dr. Cole. Both a cruelty and a mercy.

“Where are your bowls?”

She pulled two bowls from the cabinet beside her and walked over to the stove, ignoring his raised eyebrows at the second one. He didn’t protest though, pouring soup into both bowls until the pot was empty.

“Tell me what you’ll do,” she said as he washed their bowls in the sink a little later, the soup resting heavy in their stomachs.

“What?”

“With all this time, this life—what will you do?”

For a moment, she thought he hadn’t heard her, but eventually he turned off the sink, placing the bowls on a towel to dry and turned back towards her.

“I’d had a lot of time to think about how I wanted to die, Dr. Cole,” he said softly. “I didn’t ever consider how I wanted to live.”

“Well consider it now,” she said. “Consider Viktor at forty, at fifty, at seventy-five. What are you doing?”

“Sailing west,” he said almost instantly. “Buying a house on some island in the Morian sea.”

“So you have thought about it.”

He hummed, crossing the kitchen to sit down at the table.

“Would you stay there all year? Or just in the summers?” she asked, sitting down opposite him.

“All year,” he said. “Jayce could send me his theories, and I could send him mine, but I’d never have to hear about the political plights of Piltover. Because this is of course after I have provided plentiful resources to the undercity, and worked tirelessly to erase the stigma surrounding its residents.”

“Of course,” she said. “Any children?”

“Three daughters,” he said, and she chuckled at his certainty. “Alexandra is the oldest, named for her grandmother. And then there’s Danika in the middle, and the youngest, Y/N, named after her—”

Silence swallowed everything around us, enough for the sound of children laughing and beach waves hitting the shore to rise in my mind. A small, curly-haired girl, named for her mother, smiling in my direction. Three children clinging to their father’s arms.

“After her father’s most stubborn employee?”

After another beat of silence, she reached for his hand across the table.

“It was never meant for us, either way,” she said, and he met her eyes. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he said. “Not when I’m the one living to grieve it.”

“Thought you had secured the easy way out, huh?” At her words, he met her eyes with alarm, his gaze quickly softening at the mischief he found there.

“I was counting on it,” he said.

“Well, that’s awfully rude of you,” she said. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you ladies first?”

He smiled, but something flickered out in his eyes. “Let’s not joke about this.” She nodded, and he stood, offering her his hand. “Bed?”

“Bed,” she confirmed, following him to her bedroom and climbing under the covers. He turned to leave and something clenched in her chest. “Viktor?”

He paused. She considered the distance, the Dr. Coles he had given her when he knew he was dying, when he knew any affection he offered would ultimately be ripped away. She thought of his admission, of the future he saw, and the present he had sacrificed selflessly. She thought of how truly good he was, and how she needed to be good too, how she couldn’t ask anything of him, not now. But she didn’t need to, apparently.

He had kicked off his shoes and propped his cane against the nightstand before she asked the question, slipping under the covers without a word.

“You don’t have to—”

“Have me, if you will,” he said, his eyes already closing. As if sightlessly sensing the guilt wracking her face, he continued, “It isn’t selfish, Y/N.” He opened his eyes. “I’ll take any time you’ll give me.”

And so she rolled over and went to sleep.

—

The time she could give him was a month, probably less, according to Dr. Haymin. Viktor had forced her to go to the hospital the next morning—just to see where we stand—and she felt better, oddly, knowing exactly what she had left.

They spent the day at the harbor, and she bought Viktor his first street kebab, laughing at the way he gingerly plucked half-cooked meat from the stick and eyed it with distrust. Y/N spent the night in bed, Viktor spent it in the lab. Jayce and Mel visited her the next day, and Mel brought a bouquet of tulips this time, leaving them on the kitchen table for Viktor to find when he reappeared in her apartment around lunchtime. The circles beneath his eyes and the tired lift of his smile told her he hadn’t found the miracle he’d been looking for. He took her to the art museum, and sat on a bench in the main gallery with her for an hour when she was too tired to keep walking. She invented backstories for all the characters in the portraits, spun creation myths for the landscapes, and Viktor listened. When she fell asleep on his shoulder, he asked an employee if they had a wheelchair available, and then he took her back home. When she crawled into bed, she told him she couldn’t remember where they had been, and he regaled to her her own story of how a fairy grew tired of the nightime and smashed together a thousand stars to make the sun, and that’s what Dialucci could paint the sunrise. She went to sleep, and Viktor stayed with her.

The next morning, she couldn’t get out of bed.

Two mornings after that, she couldn’t keep down any food he tried to give her, and he asked Dr. Haymin to come see her again.

“You have days,” he told Viktor outside her room. “In truth, she could go at any moment.”

“Will you smash some more stars together to make another sun?” She asked when Viktor came back inside her bedroom, the sound of Dr. Haymin closing the front door barely audible. “So it’s daytime for the rest of my life?”

“I’ll do my best.”

She sat up, leaning back against the pillows at the headboard and patted the space before her, beckoning him to sit. He did. “Even if it will dry up the atmosphere and slowly burn the earth to a crisp?”

“Even then.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “What did he say?”

He scooted back until he was leaning against the pillows as well, opening his arms for her to fall into.

“I’ll name the second sun after you,” he said.

“Okay,” she breathed. “But if it starts killing everybody, rename it.”

He laughed, squeezing his arms tighter around her, letting the silence envelop them both, peaceful and kind for once. “I know you won’t accept an apology,” he said eventually, “But I want to give it nonetheless.”

“Who said I wouldn’t accept an apology?” She pulled back to look at him and he raised his brows. “It all depends on the delivery.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Won’t cut it,” she said, shaking her head.

“You deserved better?”

“Not it.”

“I’ll miss you?”

“Not quite.”

“I love you?”

She paused. “Getting close.”

He lifted his hand, using his finger to brush her hair out of her eyes. When she closed them, he leaned down, the tips of their noses brushing, their breaths meeting in the middle. She was the one to close the distance, but he was the one to kiss her, to press every unspoken thing into her mouth for safekeeping, to take with her wherever she’d go. When she pulled away, there were tears in both their eyes, and her voice cracked when she quietly said, “Apology accepted.”

When Viktor woke up the next morning, the skin of her arm was growing rapidly cold beneath his fingertips, the first rays of light from the one and only sun illuminating the blue-gray color beneath her complexion. He kissed her forehead, and the tip of her nose, and her lips, and her cheek, and her eyelids. “I forgive you too,” he said, her body falling limp against the sheets as he got up.

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caitlinsnicket · 2 years

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Smut prompt 79 + Viktor (arcane) 👀

most people would think that viktor is a shy man, too embarassed to actually do anything sexual. these people couldn't be more wrong. he's teasing, bold, and daring, going as far as touching you in front of the whole council without them noticing, a smug smile on his face.

now for example, his hand has sneaked itself on the back of your dress, his fingers swiftly teasing your soaking cunt, his face emotionless. you, on the other hand, was fighting against your own voice and nerves, trying not to crumble in front of everyone.

he barely moved, his fingers doing all the work for him.

after bringing you to the edge more than once, he completely removed himself from inside of you, your messy cunt clenching around nothing.

before you could even react, he inserted his wet fingers inside his mouth, liking them clean. a shiver ran through you. he whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

"you taste like fucking candy"

so, no, viktor wasn't shy. he was a fucking whore.

and you loved it.

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ilguna · 4 months

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Oh my gosh, (if it's available for the event) please please please Viktor from Arcane with 100 from the expired medicine list

☼ blood run red (Viktor) ☼

warnings; swearing, blood mention, ehh gore, wound, mention of self-harm but not in the way you're thinking.

wc; 2k

prompt; 100. "I should have left you bleeding to your death."

“Hey, Sky,” Your eyebrows twitch. “I’m surprised you’re here so late.” You glance over your shoulder to see the dark hallway you’ve just come down. “Or this far into the building.” When you look back at her, you tilt your head curiously. “Isn’t your study down the hall?”

Sky doesn’t speak right away, lips slightly parted as her feet shuffle to a stop. She has one of her books held loosely against her chest with one hand. “It is, but I was paying a visit to Viktor.”

“Of course.” You wave your hand. “That should’ve been obvious. Is Jayce with him?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t go in there, though. Viktor doesn’t want guests.” She readjusts the glasses on her face.

“That’s not anything unusual.” You tell her. “I’m sure he’ll make an exception for me. I’ll get him out of that room one way or another.”

“He says he’s going to sleep there again.” Her tone is almost defensive.

Your eyes narrow, speaking slowly, “He says that pretty often, but he always ends up with me, anyway.” You take a step to pass her. “I can pass along a message, if there is one.” You raise your eyebrows.

Sky’s face falls, realizing what you’re implying. Her eyes find the floor while she shakes her head. “No, no message.”

“Well, I hope you have a good night, then.” You smile, continuing down the hallway.

It isn’t out of the norm for Viktor to push people away, especially when it’s this late at night. He was likely trying to let her down easy, so that he wouldn’t be caught up with her when you got there. People have a hard time catching the hint when he’s trying to be nice about it, taking his words as a suggestion rather than law.

Interesting how she felt the need to ward you off. Maybe he’s given her the speech on how important it is for him to get the last few precious minutes in before giving his projects a rest for the night. You can’t recall the exact amount of lectures you’ve received for showing up a few minutes earlier than expected and ruining his plans.

No matter how many times you tell him that you’ll patiently wait while he finishes, he tells you that it’d be rude to make you sit there and watch him. Even if you find it interesting or entertaining, he insists for the two of you to walk home. You have a running joke with Jayce that he gets performance anxiety. Viktor doesn’t think it’s nearly as funny.

Honestly, you’d be more worried if Viktor suddenly wanted people around him while in the study. Besides Jayce, they’re partners, Viktor’s supposed to want to work with him.

It takes you another minute to make it to the door, which is closed. You raise your knuckles to the wood. Knocking a few times before you reach for the doorknob. You don’t care for his permission to enter, at least you’re announcing your arrival. You wouldn’t want to startle him while he’s working with the Hexcore.

You push the door open with your hip with how heavy the wood is. “Viktor, I’ve come to keep you company, against your wishes. Or we can go home, it’s up to you.” You muse.

The door opens with a long creak, the hinges are so worn down from the weight that it slides to a stop. The space is just wide enough for you to slip inside, not bothering to open it any further. You stroll in, eyes sweeping across the dimly lit room. You’ve told him that he needs to be careful with reading in the dark, it’ll ruin his eyesight.

You sound exactly like your parents, don’t you?

Viktor doesn’t respond to your joke, you turn your head, expecting to see him sitting on the stool at the desk, but here’s not there. The stool has rolled several feet away, out of his reach. There are a few used papers scattered on the floor, surrounding your boyfriend, who has collapsed in the middle of it.

“Viktor!” You cry, rushing forward.

You nearly trip over his cane in your haste to reach him. You hold his face with both hands, running your thumbs beneath his eyes. His eyebrows twitch, responding to your touch. And while his chest is rising and falling, there’s blood coating his lips, as if he coughed it up.

“Viktor, honey?” You can hear his ragged breathing, liquid stuck in this throat. You twist on your knees to face the door. “Sky!” You shout. “I need help!”

There’s a brief panic that fills your body when silence ensues. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps echo through the corridor as the person draws closer. It can’t be Sky, she’s got to be long gone by now.

A hand pushes the door open further, it belongs to Jayce. He’s breathing heavily, head whipping in your direction to see what the emergency is. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see him in your life.

“I came in and he was like this.” You tell him.

In a few long strides, Jayce comes over to scoop Viktor into his arms, unaffected by his weight. You have enough of a mind to grab the cane before you follow after him.

–

Viktor has been absent and obsessive—two traits that wouldn’t normally stand out, if it weren’t for the fact that you haven’t seen him for nearly a week. You don’t know how he’s been successfully missing you each time you come to the study, but it’s beginning to wear on your patience.

You understand his need for progress, and that his work is a priority. What you don’t get is him not communicating this to you. He’s had no issue doing it in the past, why the present is such a difference is an absolute mystery.

Not only that, but you’ve taken up a project of your own with Sky in the meantime, and she’s somehow disappeared from the city completely. If she didn’t have your combined notes, you’d wait for her to reappear. The fact that she’s taken it with her, despite the many times you’ve requested having them for yourself, is an irritation.

“Viktor, you better be in here.” You mumble to yourself, pushing open the large wooden doors. They’re already unlocked, telling you that he must be in here. “Viktor, I’ve been looking for Sky everywhere, and I can’t seem to find her or our notes.” You begin to ramble, “Do you…”

As you step into the room, you can feel the whole atmosphere shift into a darker energy. You can feel your stomach fly into your mouth, uneasiness halting your movements. You can’t get a muscle to move until your eyes adjust to the extreme darkness. The only source of light is coming from the glowing Hexcore on the table, that seems to have morphed into something different. The runes are gone.

A wave of deja vu makes you feel sick. You take in the mess on the floor, the discarded cane, the sheets of white paper, the pair of familiar glasses. And Viketor, sprawled on his stomach.

You stare down at him for half of a second, too shocked to move, confused at what you’re seeing. Viktor has stripped himself to his underwear and brace, revealing his damaged skin to the air. The wounds that cover his chest and upper arms… the dark purple tint of his right hand and leg.

When he looks up at you, you jerk forward, as if realizing that you should be caring for him. You fall to your knees to help him into an upright position. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You can see the wounds better up close, and they look like puncture marks. You can’t help running your fingers over one of them, listening to Viktor hiss before he seizes your hand.

“Please, don’t.”

“You’re bleeding.” You remark, shaking your head. “And your clothes are missing.”

“I was conducting an experiment.” He says, trying to shut you out.

You won’t let him. “That resulted in this?” You ask, looking him over again, eyes locked on the discoloration.

That looks like…

“(Y/n).” Viktor warns.

Your face falls. “What have you done?”

Your tone is a dead giveaway of your realization. Viktor pushes your hand away. “Nothing that I hadn’t meant to do.”

The curling of your lip is involuntary. “I’m not stupid, Viktor. I know this is from shimmer. Where did you get it?”

“I don’t have to tell you.”

“I’m tired of the secrets.” You tell him. “You were using shimmer for the experiment, why?”

You get to your feet, leaving him on the cold tile, no longer worried about him. You go to step around him, curious about the Hexcore, which has clearly evolved. Viktor reaches out with one arm, hand wrapping around your skin.

“Don’t get close. It’s not stable.” His voice is pleading.

“It didn’t look like this earlier today when I was trying to find you.” Your eyes shift to him. “Is this your blood on the desk?”

He doesn’t speak, sleep-deprived eyes boring into yours.

“Viktor, I’m reaching the breaking point. What happened here, and where is Sky?”

“Sky wasn’t here.” He lies.

You point at the glasses on the floor, lenses shattered. “Those belong to her.”

There’s a few beats of tense silence, and then his shoulders hunch, arm falling from your leg. “It was an accident. I think… I think Sky is gone.”

“What do you mean by gone?”

“Dead.”

“Dead?” You almost choke on your spit.

“Yes.”

Your breathing picks up in pace as you roll this information around in your head, unsure on how to approach this. Should you be worried about him killing people? He’s never shown the urge for it before. If he’s trying to cover it up, it can’t be good. Yet, he did say it was an accident… isn’t that what they all say?

“I need you to tell me what happened here.” You tell him.

Viktor’s face twists, lips turning down. “The Hexcore responds to natural elements. I figured it out when I got my diagnosis. You know this.”

You nod slightly.

“I visited an old friend from the Undercity.”

“That’s where you got the shimmer. That’s why you were on that bridge.” Your eyes drift away.

“How do you know that?”

“I talked to Jayce, because you wouldn’t talk to me.” You look back at him. “Keep going.”

“I was trying to inject my body with shimmer to alter the nature element for the Hexcore. I got too close, it sucked me in, and Sky saw. She tried to help.”

You shake your head, not following.

“She… disintegrated.”

You still, staring at him intently. “You’ve been harming yourself for this? And now Sky is gone?”

“It was never my goal—”

“Viktor, you’re already sick. You should not be doing this.”

“I have no choice. Jayce and I made a commitment, he needs my help.”

“Your safety doesn’t come first?” You challenge, watching as his face twists. “You’re killing yourself, Viktor. This is hurting you—changing you. You need to stop.”

“I will decide when to stop.” He snaps at you.

You press your lips together, beginning to back away from him. “I don’t want anything to do with this.”

“(Y/n).” Viktor reaches for you, hand landing on the tip of your shoe before it’s pulled from his fingers. “Wait.”

“I should have left you bleeding to your death.”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

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inari-zaheer · 11 months

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Could I get a continuation of the Arcane x Eddie Munson Reader? But with Silco, Vi, Jayce, & Viktor?

For the Silco one, to be a DM, you gotta have some serious strategy skills & a great deal of understanding for how certain things work. You have to plan everything out ahead of time while also being quick at improvising in case your players do something you didn't account for because players are chaos gremlins.

So, I could see Silco using Reader to inspire Zaun to rise up & helping him to strategize on how to actually achieve his goal of freedom for Zaun.

Also, considering how well Reader & Jinx would get along, I bet he'd be endeared to them too.

Silco, Vi and Viktor With Eddie Munson!S/O

Pairings:Silco x Reader; Vi x Reader; Viktor x Reader

A/N: Hey bestie, so sorry for the time this took me lol, but as I said on a previous post i finally did my college finals and finally had time to write, sadly i don’t write for Jayce as said here, but i hope you liked it😊

Silco

Silco met you when you offered to take the job as a shimmer dealer for him

He didn't wanted you to take part in it thinking you could not take your job seriously, but let's just say that after some Firelight attacks and some bored Jinx days he was kinda understaffed

As soon as you started on the job he saw that you were kind of good on you deals, being the dealer with the most costumers

One of the few reasons as why he thought you were not as serious was when he heard the rumours about your "silly game" as he himself called

But one time Jinx asked if you could teach her how to play after you explained that yes, you could tecnically do a Piltover roleplay where she could blow everything up

So when you were teaching her how to play Silco overheard you planning all the attacks and lore for the universe you were creating

But he got even more interested when you simply wrote a perfect strategy on shipment reception where nor guards nor Firelights could see, and would also led to a path were he could get all his deals to the upside and also keep an eye on the council

Oh bestie the LOOK on his face when Sevika arrived saying not only mission was complete but they also had a clear path and vision on the council bussiness without being discovered

That’s when he oficially invited you to be his strategist on every mission to both Piltover and the undercity

That’s when nights after nights of planning finally made the both of you into a couple, two of the most intelligent minds rulling the undercity

I can see you and Vi being friends even before the factory explosion, as you were really close to Powder and Ekko and since childhood loved to play rpg's

But when you met again after Caitlyn released her from prision and she saw you were a dealer she was furious

Until she finally understood that you weren't exactly on the bussines on a matter of wanting but as a matter of needing, she let you off a little

After some talk and her explaining why they needed the help you immediately offered all the knowledge you had on Silco’s bussines and also helped them on planning the whole thing

Not only that, but after you gave a whole theatrical speech on how everyone should fight the addiction that silco was creating on the zaunites

(Yes, they had a revolution against Silco, my fic my au lol)

But it was only after they regained control over the city and The Last Drop was finally run by her and Jinx again that she realized the old feelings for you were coming back

Not only you helped her get her sister back, but you also comoted a literal mob to help her

You were the one that did all the strategy on reformulating the city on their new rules (yes, that's how you called the new set of laws), and also lended your boards so they could decide on how they would renovate the city

After all you were just the perfect couple of punks helping the people who needed the most

Viktor

You only met Viktor cause being from the undercity himself he wasn’t afraid when you came to be the new intern of the academy

You got caught on the run while dealing with some people from the topside, but the people on the council knew about how you were Silco’s right hand on strategy

So instead of letting you rot in jail they offered you to be an internt on city engineering

(Was that something that the council often did? No, was that only possible cause Heimerdinger and Mel wanted to beneficiate from you? Oh absolutely!)

And after every oficial teacher had declined to keep you as their apprentice, Viktor volunteered to do so

He didn’t thought much of it at first, thinking you were just a troublemaker that wanted to get out of the undercity conditions, and that was one of the resons he volunteered to take care of you

But after some rumors that the undercity was planning an attack he saw you carefully writing down a whole campaing on possibilities of both sides on winning and tried to advise the council, but was only dismissed and told that he should not give you attention on stupid games

But that only lasted till the day of the attack, as for their surprise, all your predictions were right and they lost many enforcers to Silco’s goons, and then they finally took you seriously

He couldn’t be more proud of you as you were not just an intern anymore, but was officially one of the most important strategists of the council, proving that in the end you just wanted to help the people of the city to scape Silco’s command and have a better life

And i can really say you two make an amazing duo (yes, im a sucker for the completely different aesthetics couple)

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imajinxnation · 2 years

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could make an hc with dresses that arcane characters like to see reader wearing to parties, you can put images if you want (of course i know they would all love the dresses you choose)

Pleases

Their Favourite Dress On You - Arcane Headcanons

I absolutely love this idea!

This is aimed at FEMALE readers, but no pronouns were used so, if you're a guy who likes to wear dresses, be my guest!

Warnings: Fluff, maybe some Suggestiveness

Silco

The first time Silco saw this dress on you, he absolutely lost himself.

You came into his office to ask him what he thought about it.

He was invited to a big formal event, and he obviously wouldn't leave you home, so he let you come with him as his plus one.

He was shook to his core when he first saw you wearing this dress.

The lace at the top had such a cute, innocent vibe, but when you look a bit lower at the black corset, it's more sexy.

Somehow you managed to capture both the sweet and sexy look, and that's what amazed him the most.

Viktor

I chose this dress as Vik's favourite because I feel like he loves a more sophisticated, yet elegant look.

This dress definitely captured his attention when you walked in the lab to try and make him take a break.

Honey, if you wear that dress, ANYTHING is possible with this man.

You'd get him to lay down on the couch and put his head in your lap.

Staring at you're features and he feels your fingers run through his hair.

In that dress, you look so pretty, and it makes him so glad you chose him as your boyfriend.

Jinx

I feel like Jinx would like someone who is a hard worker and isn't afraid to get down and dirty sometimes.

You were a mechanic, so you constantly wore this dress because god knows how much needs to be fixed in Zaun.

But the one time Jinx actually saw you wearing this dress was when she herself had something she couldn't fix.

Not even gonna lie, the sight of you working in that beautifully dirty dress turns her on a bit.

Expect some fun after your done with the job Jinx gave you.

Because Vi is such a gruff and butch woman, I feel like she'd prefer someone smaller and cuter.

This dress was definitely that, and the first time she saw you with it on sent her.

It was your first date in awhile, so you wanted to take her out to a bit of a fancy restaurant.

You can bet Vi wore a suit.

When you got home after dinner that night, well let's say you might need a new dress.

Sevika

Very similar to Vi when it comes to the smaller and cuter thing.

Not even gonna lie you just wore this dress cause you knew Sevika would like it.

And you were correct on that assumption, because the moment she saw you, she couldn't keep her eyes off of your body.

I can tell you right now if anyone flirts with you, especially in that dress, a bitch is gonna die.

She's definitely gonna take you back to her apartment to show you who you belong to.

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cherrys-spice-cabinet · 1 year

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Bad Days- Viktor x f!Reader

Hello! I'm back (sort of)! This was originally intended to be a set of headcanons, but I figured it would be a good way to continue to put fics out a bit more frequently. I’m real sorry for the unintended hiatus, here’s to many more fics in the coming year <3

I hope this brings y’all a bit of comfort, and if there’s anything I can improve on, please let me know!

All the best,

Cherry <3

Viktor's grown used to your cheerful distractions.

Pleasantries, questions about his work, and animated murmurings about your day. Today, however, his favorite distractions had come to a somber halt.

By the third hour of silence, he's worried. Jayce pointed out your unusual silence, only to have been waved off as he left the lab. The door shut with a deafening thud behind him.

When he was sure Jayce had left, Viktor prompted you to rest your legs across his lap, brows knitted with concern. You curled into yourself in silent protest, gaze floating past the tops of your knees. With a huff, he yanked your ankles, allowing your legs to sit across his lap.

The sparks from his project were different today. Not the cerulean you're used to, but white hot glimmers of your favorite colors. He'd finally looked at you, a smile gracing his features. He pulled you closer, handing you a small box, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. His lips grazed your forehead lovingly as he spoke.

"I know things hadn't been going as, eh, according to plan. But I do hope I can ease that burden, beloved," He murmured as he pecked your forehead. Despite the lump in your throat, you nuzzled close.

As you opened the box, small lights flickered and twinkled, and two metallic dancers spun about slowly. Viktor's words were quiet, each crafted tenderly.

"I know I cannot.. how do you say it? Dance the bad feelings away, but I want to be there for you in a way that I know best," he whispered, hands cradling your own. The overwhelm of your world seemed to bubble up in your throat, forcing out a choked sob. Viktor's hands covered yours, gently removing the box from them to wrap around you.

"Even on bad days, I'll always be here, beloved," he whispers. The two of you rise with a hup! and with little notice, you're off, being led by the rhythmic thumping of your lover's cane. The two of you didn't stop until you reached the door of Viktor's apartment. Jangling keys fell on deaf ears as Viktor brought you inside.

It is safe to say that Viktor's work lay abandoned for the evening, metallic bonds finally being given a moment to cool while he tends to you. With a mug of warm sweetmilk in your hands and tucked in his bed, nestled among the plush pillows, the evening is spent quietly: Viktor's tired but curious voice carries through the room as he recited the curiosities of the stars.

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fangirlings-things · 1 year

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requested by anon || GIFS ARE NOT MINE || TAG LIST IS OPEN || WARNING: language, mentions of sex (obviously lol)

"You don't get to judge me, Marcus!" you yelled at him, pointing a finger to his chest as you spoke with your eyes firmly connected to his. The expression on his face was killing you. He had never judged you before, never. But now he was. "Not when you're the one sneaking around with Chico's girl!"

"I'm not..." he began but then stopped himself, taking a deep breath and beginning again after passing his hands through his face. "look, Viktor is a dick, but he is a Legacy. We are Rats. Being with him is stupid"

"This bloody school is stupid!" you replied and he sighted because of your words. He knew you were unhappy there. So unhappy that if you could, you would just leave and never come back to King's. But you couldn't because of your family and he knew how hard it was for you. "But I have to be here, everyday, so sometimes, I think I can give myself the luxury of getting dicked down by a dick!"

Silence filled the air surrounding you both as you as Marcus just stared at each other. "Getting dicked down by a dick?" he then quoted you, the hint of a smile on his lips. You just shrugged, trying not to smile. Marcus sighted. "Just be careful, okay?"

Then you actually smiled. "You know me, Arguello, I'm always careful"

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academiaviktor · 2 years

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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.

...

I’m open to requests!

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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Viktor from Arcane and the prompt 4: Wanna bet? In what ever way you wanna spin that.

I have a perfect way to spin that actually.

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, co-workers, experimenting (the fun kind), kissing, blushing, competition

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: I don't care how long we need to wait for more Arcane but once it drops I can feel that I will no longer be sane.

4. Wanna bet?

"What you're suggesting is not possible." Viktor waved you off with a grin, his feet crossed one over the other, one arm thrown around the back of the chair while he cast you an amused look.

You threw a challenging, yet teasing smile at your lab partner, "And how to you know? Have you ever made someone pass out from kissing?"

"No, I've never needed to. A human's body will respond to the lack of air long before that happens. Its our defense mechanism. No matter how high ones lung compacity is there is always a limit one won't past." And just like that he threw your theory to the wind, dismissed, not given a second thought because Viktor absolutely hated to be wrong. But if you could prove it some how...

"Wanna bet?" You challenged him back, taking careful steps towards him before planting your hands on the desk behind him, "I bet you tap out before me."

In the back of his mind Viktor suspected this was a ploy of yours to get a kiss from him during work. But if it got you to shut up and be proven wrong then he is all for it. "That's an easy enough thing to figure out no? Take a seat."

On the chair? On the table? No, you took your seat in Viktor's lap, which was already enough to get his breath to hitch from the pressure of your thighs on him and your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned in.

He coughed to compose himself, trying to cover up the blush on his face with no luck at all. You loved seeing him squirm. As you leaned in for the kiss you saw a tiny smirk cross his lips. He was cocky was he? Well so were you.

As scientist it was your job to see this experiment through to the end. It started with a soft press of your lips against his, adjusting to an angle and diving right in with your tongue, another challenge that Viktor took in stride, meeting you head on, or tongue on would be more accurate in this case.

Hands found their places too, yours slowly scratching the base of his skull with him humming into your mouth, and one of his on your cheek, the other running from your tailbone to between your shoulder blades and back again, keeping you shivering constantly.

For some reason he wasn't backing down, even when your own lungs started to burn, when you tightened your grip on him and started rolling your hips in hope to take your mind of the need for air. No luck. Viktor knew what you were up to and he was one step ahead, pushing you onto the desk and almost falling on top of you too, not once giving you time to breathe.

You started to get lightheaded, you needed air, but you also needed Viktor just as much. Sadly the need for air won and you found yourself missing his lips as soon as you pulled away. Both of your bodies felt like jelly as you melted onto the desk, Viktor on top of you, your chest having. "See? You couldn't hold out long enough."

"Neither could you. But I am feeling lightheaded enough not to get up from here." Lightheadedness was only part of it, the other part was you liking the position you were in, liking that you could wrap arms around Viktor's body and enjoy the closeness this experiment brought you.

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Hello again, how are you?, I loved the last request you wrote to me, thank you if you are not busy could you make an imagine where reader wants to comb viktor's hair, not because they are bothered by his spiky brown strands, but because they they are very attractive and beautiful and so tempting and even pull not to hurt but to see what reaction he would make, if he would make some wonderful noise, if he would turn red if he wanted it could be nsfw or affectionate. omg what I wouldn't give to put my hands on those locks. and I loved his cover, I want to pull that cloth.

I'm rubbing my grubby little hands together

Curiosity

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: Viktor X reader

Warning: hair pulling, Sub! Viktor, Teasing, hand jobs, overstimulation

"Ooo~ Viktor with a K, is that you?"

"(Y/N), I see you've never heard of knocking before entering."

Viktor was laying in bed. Pillows were everywhere as he laid there; almost on his stomach but twisted to see you better. Whilst his legs were straight as a board and propped up by a log shaped pillow. His note book resting near by his hands.

But what drew your eye was his hair. It looks like it hasn't been brushed in days. Curled and spiked all over and it's fluffy volume increased. It was shaggy and tuffs of hair was growing from his neck like wisps. He needed a serious haircut.

And yet....he looked beautiful. The sun peeking through his window giving his hair that lovely glow. Showing the golden under tones underneath.

"Never!" You grinned. "I've come to see my favourite scientist!"

"Favourite? I would of never of guessed." His voice was thick with sarcasm. Playfully rolling his eyes.

"Though- that hair - when was the last time you brushed it?"

You had to admit. You had other reasons for this. You were definitely not a saint. Your heart was not the purest. Along with your mind. Whilst you did hope to soothe him, you also wanted to tease him today.

He's been riling you up all week. With light touches, whispering in your ear and squeezes to all the right places. Abit of light teasing to satiate your curiosity and need for revenge. It's not often you find what makes him crack. But you think you found one way to do and you were oh so curious on what his noises sounded like. You hoped they were just as good as they sounded in your head.

Then again, it was Viktor, anything he did drove you wild.

You sat down giving him enough space as he shuffled. You leaned against his head board as you spread your legs, patting your thigh.

"sit between them."

He moved the pillow he was laying on to your crotch. Giving him extra padding as he laid against you. His back pressed against your chest as you helped him move the log pillow closer to him.

He sighed. Sinking against you as if trying to absorb your warmth. You rubbed circles into his legs as he sat there. Giving him some time, trailing one hand up his thigh. He didn't comment on it. Just sitting up as you moved the brush.

Beginning to brush out the knots in his spiky hair. The smaller ones were easy to get out meanwhile the bigger ones - those required abit of tugging. You tried to be gentle knowing this would hurt more than you just pulling it with your hand. But they were stubborn. Viktor kept letting his head move whilst you brushed, hissing and grunting.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back and forcing it to look straight head. An unexpected moan slipping between his lips to both of your surprise. You kept your hand there as you brushed around it. Getting what you could. Tugging his hair to keep hearing those little moans everytime he tried to move away.

They were even better than you imagined! You felt as if you were falling in love with him all over again. Resisting the urge to kiss every inch you could just so you could hear more of his noises.

"(Y/N)-" His voice was needy.

But the tent his his pants is what really drew you in. Peering over his small shoulder to see an impressive bulge. You pulled his hair again and watched as his hips jerk. With a smirk you trailed one hand down to his thigh. Going as teasingly slow to reach his bulge. Ghosting your fingers over it before giving it a light squeeze.

"Please..." He whimpered. Trying to get as much friction as he could.

He moaned as he threw his head back. Grinding into your palm as you rubbed him through this clothes.

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

You smirked. Leaning on his shoulder to get a better look at his face. He watched you from the corner of his eyes. Silently pleading you to do what he wanted. To give him the relief he needed.

"But I am, can't you feel it?"

You gave his cock another squeeze. Making sure to rub your hand up and down with as much pressure as you could. He let out another delicious noise as he grabbed your wrist. Keeping your hand where he needed it.

"Touch me- without clothes." He panted. Whimpering as you teased him. "Make me cum, please."

"I'll be good."

You lifted your hand. He had a fairly strong grip but you could move it just enough to no longer give him what he wanted. Curling two fingers in a "come here" motion against him as you watched him squirm.

Coaxing more out of him. It was a melody of whines. You didn't know how one man could be so gorgeous. So perfect.

He looked adorable. Hair all messy, cheeks pink and eyes glossy. Big desperate honey eyes looking at you like you held the key to fixing all his problems. His lips parted and a nice shade of pink.

It was hard to refuse a face like his.

"How can I say no to that face? You're so lucky you're so pretty."

He hummed at your words. Letting out a blissful sigh of relief as you undid his pants. Helping him lift himself up enough for you to pull them down to his knees.

But you still wanted to hear more. You couldn't just give him everything just yet.

You tugged on another fistful of hair. Moaning so beautifully in your ear as his cock twitched. It bobbed against his stomach with every breath. Each jerk of his hips making his cock just graze his pale skin.

"please- please." He whined.

Another tug to his hair going straight to his crotch. Pre cum already drooling out as you pulled at his fluffy hair.

You caved. You couldn't keep him like that forever. And he was saying please.

Your curiosity got the better of you. Jerking him off with a high speed too sudden for him, pinching and rolling his nipples through his shirt. Viktor hissed and whined, letting out little whimpers as overstimulation crashed down on his body.

He rolled his head into your neck, gasping as you finally grasped his cock. Moving your hand with slow pumps as you squeezed the tip. Listening to every sigh and moan that left his mouth. Each one sounding sweeter than the last.

His eyes rolling back as he tried to fight off the grin on his face. You always knew exactly how to ruin him. To make him feel ways he couldn't predict.

'You're cruel." He smiled.

Whilst you were savouring every last noise and reaction. More and more questions piling into your head. You went back to your slow movements from before. Rubbing soothing circles into his stomach.

"I was merely testing out a theory."

He mewled as you rubbed the head of his cock. Overstimulation still lingering as he bucked against you. You kissed his head, running your hands through his hair as you gave small light tugs. Just enough to tease.

Viktor just hummed. Enjoying the way your hand felt. Leaning into your touch as you scratched his head.

"I've been thinking about this ever since you grew it out."

That caught his interest. He looked up at you with a raised brow. Trying to focus on your words whilst his head was swimming in pleasure.

"You kept twirling it and tugging whenever you were bored, I got so curious on how you'd react if I pulled at it."

"satisfied?"

"Extremely."

You squeezed the head before resuming a somewhat faster past. Driving him closer to the edge as you gave light pulls to his hair whenever he moaned. Making them grow louder.

"im- (Y/N)-!"

His release was quick. Spilling all over your head as he slumped against you. You littered his cheek with kisses as he panted. You jerked him slowly through his high, trying to avoid getting cum on his fresh smelling sheets.

He handed you a tissue and you wiped your hand. Hugging him close to you as you gently swayed. Both of you staying like that as Viktor started to fall asleep. Too many long nights getting to him. You just brushed through his thick locks as he slept.

Happy you got the answers you were looking for.

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caitlinsnicket · 1 year

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"I want to get addicted to your kisses" with viktor.pleases

his lips were soft agains your neck, his touch feather light on your thighs, his body flush against yours. you could barely contain yourself, trembling and waiting for his next move.

"I want to keep you close to me, as close as it is possible"

as his hands reached your inner thighs, a shiver ran down your spine, and a whine escaped your throat. he seemed unbothered, his movements slow and calculated, taking his time.

"I want to walk around the lab all day with your taste on my tongue"

you spread your legs a little bit more, his hands grazing your crotch, the ache in the middle of your legs a mix of pain and pleasure. when his teeth graze right behind your ear, you grind your hips against nothing.

"I want to get addicted to your kisses"

he pulls tha hair on the nape of your neck softly, until you've turned enough that he can kiss your lips while his hand reaches your aching core. you moan on his mouth, but he keeps his cool.

"I want to please you until you can't think straight"

you reached for his lips but he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. he pushed you back against the table, pulling your underwear down and leaving it pooling at your feet. his fingers spread your ass, watching your legs treble. you let out a sound that was a mix of a huff and a whine.

"so do it"

you could hear the smile on his voice when he groaned against your flesh, and another shiver went through you when you felt his lips against your bare ass.

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websterss · 2 months

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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38/50 Touches

stroking their leg

Viktor x reader

Word Count: 241

He hadn’t said anything--he never did--but you knew his leg had been killing him all day. Viktor had been limping worse than usual since the first moment he crawled out of bed and got dressed. So the moment you managed to pry him out of his lab for the day, you had him sit on the far end of the couch from you, and lifted his worse leg into your lap.

“You do not have--”

“I want to,” you cut off his protest easily. Already, your fingers were firmly digging into the meat of his thigh to work out the stiffness there. It hurt--that was easy to see in the pinch of his face--but before long his pinched expression began to relax. The pain must have been worse than you thought; normally, he would have complained far more.

“You’re allowed to take a day off, you know,” you pointed out softly, eyes moving to roam the sharp planes of his face.

It looked like a struggle for him to pry his golden eyes open, and they were a touch bleary when they finally met yours. “I do not have time.”

Your heart lurched. “You’ll only burn yourself out quicker if you push yourself too hard.”

There was a moment of silence between you, your hands still working as the pair of you just looked at each other. “I will try.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips. “That’s all I ask.”

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smol-lydia · 2 years

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Skin of My Teeth Viktor xFem!Reader (SFW)

Just a little sick!fic oneshot where Viktor finds his lab assistant unwell, and is doing his damndest to care for her. Unbeknownest to him, his tough as nails mechanically minded assistant has been harboring a small crush on him for quite a while, and this is no ordinary flu. CW/TW for drug/addiction mention here; very heavily based on my experience withdrawing from opiates; happy 92 days of sobriety to me

Honestly, you didn’t think either of them would notice if you were absent at the lab. After all, you were just a scholarship student, someone good with mechanics and little else. Your face was always smeared with grease and those stupid stockings they made you wear with the Academy uniform managed to gain a new rip or tear every week.

At least when you worked on prototypes with Viktor and Jayce you could wear coveralls, your thick dark hair tied back and out of the way. Jayce always made an effort to greet you each morning, his smile bright as you stumbled in, eyes red. He was definitely a morning person, something you couldn’t fathom as you tried to ignore the pounding headaches and sweat gathering under your arms until you could—

Never mind you and your mess.

Viktor, his lab partner, didn’t talk much, and that suited you fine. He was a Zaunite, like you, and you would catch him muttering curses he thought you couldn’t understand under his breath.

You could, of course. You had grown up in the quarter next to the one where Viktor’s people had settled, so his native tongue may not have been yours, but you could recognize some words in his sharp commentary.

He was wickedly funny in the language of his people, and you could see it in his face. The mischief in honey-brown eyes, the cock of a brow at some inane suggestion of Jayce’s. How he talked with his hands, those slender fingers telling their own story as he leaned over plans with you, turning theories into plans, while you brought him back down to Runeterra every once in a while, reminded him what you could mechanically do and fix.

“It’s not just a matter of building it,” you remind Viktor constantly. “What happens when you need repairs? You want something simple to fix, with easy to obtain parts.”

And back to the drawing board you both would go, him rubbing his temples, you rubbing your sweaty hands on the front of your coveralls.

Maybe you had a slight crush on him. Maybe. But you would rather die than tell him.

Either way, you didn’t expect that Viktor would notice that you hadn’t turned up at the lab. That you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

You had always known that you would run out of the baggies of powder you had so painstakingly saved, the garish purple microdosed to keep everything at bay. You knew there were lines you could cross to get more, and even though every cell in your body was screaming at you to do so—fuck your future, anything to stop this agony! You couldn’t. You couldn’t come home with no education, a lost scholarship, just another addict willing to sell anything for her fix.

You’ll let it out of your system, you figure. What’s the worst that could happen?

And now here you are, sweating, shaking, with your cheek on the cool tile of your bathroom in the student dorms. You know, based on the way your stomach is twisting, that you’re going to get sick again.

You take a breath. You’re not certain you’ve felt more miserable in your life.

Then comes the knock at the door. His voice.

“Miss (y/n)?”

Oh gods. Janna above, why did it have to be him?

You could ignore him. But what if he escalated things, alerted the Dean? No. You couldn’t have that.

You pick yourself up on wobbly feet, in your white cotton chemise, and stumble towards the door. Open it.

Viktor, leaning on his cane, looking sweet as ever. He takes in your appearance and concern floods his features.

“Miss (y/n), are you quite all right?”

If you open your mouth you’ll vomit. So you simply look down at your bare feet and shrug. “May I come in?” Viktor asks.

Part of you wants to say no, can’t stand to have him seeing you like this, another part of you is desperate for someone to care for you.

You don’t answer him, as your stomach turns over and you rush back to the bathroom to give up what little is left to puke.

Vaguely you hear your front door shut and then the click of his cane on the floor as he enters the bathroom, takes in the scene.

Cool, gentle hands lightly pulling your hair back until you’re finished, wiping your mouth. You want to melt into the flooring; having your co-worker see you sick is one thing, but that co-worker being your crush? End you now.

Viktor doesn’t seem disgusted by you, however, helping you to your feet so you can rinse your mouth—brushing damages the enamel, he tells you—-and lightly sweeping your hair from your face.

“May I….help you to bed?” Spots of pink bloom on his cheeks when he asks, but you’re too far gone to laugh at him. File it away to tease him later. Exhausted, you nod, and he holds you by the waist, guiding you to your small bed.

He sits on the edge of your bed, with its regulation white eiderdown, and seems fidgety, looking up at you, down to his shoes, at his hands.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Every part of you aches, and you are regretting the moment you tried shimmer for the first time.

“(y/n)….” Viktor starts, and pauses. Clears his throat. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Make some tea? I don’t want to leave you ill like this.”

You nod, and he jumps into action, boiling water, putting the mint leaves into cups, readying a hot-water bottle. He seems to do better with direction, keeping that nervous demeanor in perpetual movement. What he had to be nervous about, you didn’t know, but you are grateful for the mint tea and for the fresh chemise he pulls out of your wardrobe at your instruction.

Two cups of tea at your bedside, waiting to reach drinkable temperature, you reach for the chemise.

“Do you mind if I…..” Getting up to change in the bathroom seems to be too much energy at the moment.

Viktor catches on after a moment and now he’s scarlet, jumping to his feet. “Oh, of course! Go ahead! I’ll just—-“ He grabs his cane and turns his back to you as you pull your old, dirty garment over your head.

You’re completely bare on top and part of you wonders if he’s glancing your way, but he seems shuttered like a clam, still bright red and focused very intently at the clock in the kitchen.

You’re a little disappointed, you’ll admit, as you slip the clean garnet on, fixing the small buttons at the lace collar.

“You can turn around now.” You don’t hide the amusement in your tone, nor do you miss the slight bulge in his pants. “My modesty is quite intact, thank you.”

You pick up your teacup and take a sip, looking over the rim at him. The mint is heaven, even if you feel like you’ve been scraped off the Piltover cobblestones.

“Unless it’s not my modesty we’re concerned about,” you add.

You can’t help yourself—it’s too fun to see him turn an even deeper shade of red.

“Miss—(y/n) that’s not—-“ Viktor reaches for his teacup, his hand trembling.

“Relax, Viktor. I’m just having fun giving you a hard time. When you feel like you’re at your worst, you gotta find humor somewhere.”

“I suppose you do.” He takes a sip of his tea. “It appears you have quite the nasty bout of influenza.”

Part of you yearns to tell him. That you’re drowning, that you were a stupid, headstrong girl who thought this was never happen to you, and now here you are. Pathetic and needy, brought to your knees by a drug. That you live a double life and you’re so, so tired.

Part of you would collapse from shame if he knew.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I might be absent a few days.”

“Take all the time you need,” he says. The two of you sip your tea in silence, until Viktor puts his empty cup on your side table.

“(Y/n).”

“Hm?” You’re so caught up how miserable you feel that you barely heard him, at first.

“I don’t feel good leaving you alone, sick like this.”

“It’s all right. Honest.” You shrug. You’re tough. You can handle this.

“No, it’s not.” He is adamant, and this surprises you. You’ve seen Viktor debate with Jayce, of course, but those were intellectual exercises. His stubbornness here seems to be something entirely different. “Can I call someone?”

“Gods, no!” You panic a bit at the suggestion, moving away from Viktor, drawing your knees up to your chest. “I’m fine, Viktor. Truly.”

“Everything I am seeing indicates quite the opposite.” Those amber eyes fix on your dark ones. He pauses. Lets out a breath. “Well, I suppose I have no choice, then.”

Another round of sweat breaks out under your arms, your heart rate picking up. Viktor is the Dean’s Assistant, too, and you couldn’t afford—in every sense of the word—to have the yordle sniffing around your business.

“Don’t call the Dean,” you blurt out in a feverish panic.

Viktor blinks, furrowing his dark brows. “Why would I call the Dean over a case of flu?”

“You said—-I thought/—“

This is getting worse by the minute. “Never mind. It’s the fever. I’m just babbling.”

He reaches over to touch your cheek with the back of his hand and you feel as though you’re going to pass out. “You do feel a bit clammy,” he muses. “As I was saying. I have no choice but to stay, at least for a little while, if that’s all right with you.”

You nod, and curl up under the covers. The muscle aches are back and you don’t want to be alone in this, as messy and complicated as it is.

Your voice sounds meek, so unlike what you’re used to. “Stay. Please.” One hand above the covers, searching.

Viktor interlaces his fingers with yours, and gives your hand a squeeze. “I shall.” With his other hand he runs his fingers through your messy hair and murmurs, “I’m not going anywhere, (y/n).”

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balsamfir-fics · 2 years

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On Inebriation

Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader

Genres: fluff, established relationship, besties!Jayce and Mel, tipsy Vik, cocky bastards, mild jealousy, nothing toxic, spicy behavior implied, Vik being confident AF and yet still so clueless

Summary: Viktor goes for a drink, gets hit on, doesn't quite realize it, needs it spelled out for him, then smugly relishes in this new finding. He's lucky he's cute and you're patient.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Trashy run-on sentence in summary is intentional. Cross-posted to AO3. Nothing too serious, just a lil drabble for some seretonin (because the show is sad enough as is)!

It's one thing to be hitting on the love of your life for fun. It's another thing entirely to watch him get hit on by someone else, who happens to not be you, nor his labmate trying to egg him on.

You could be frustrated about it, sure, but it sounds uninteresting considering Viktor’s deep sense of loyalty. He’s also a whole throng of charity gala-goers away from you, and like hell are you going to fight your way through a crowd of rich people just to see what’s happening. Perhaps he’d like the possessive display, perhaps he wouldn’t – either way, it probably wasn’t worth the effort. You quell your mild jealousy, internally congratulating yourself on letting your rational mind win.

It wasn’t that your relationship was secret, but rather that it was private. Various lab researchers knew about it, as did your network of friends, but Viktor had carefully orchestrated his media image as the less-famous ‘father of progress’ to make sure that you weren’t the stuff of tabloids. That worked out well; you’d heard enough from Jayce and Mel to know that a life of publicity was certainly not worth the glamor.

Instead, you sip at your champagne at this corner of the banquet hall, elbow resting on the bar counter. You’re dressed to the nines, like everyone else here, and thankfully most other guests are too busy being schmoozed by Heimerdinger to pay a normal member of the Academy’s teaching staff any mind.

Most. Not all.

Someone with a deep voice clears their throat behind you. Whoever they are, they’re startlingly close, and thus the semi-cough must have been meant for you. Before you can fully turn around to survey your interloper, a light, self-assured snicker sounds nearby the source of the first noise, and it becomes immediately clear who’s just sidled up to you.

“Jayce,” you nod, turning your head ever so slightly in the direction you think he’s standing in but without lifting your eyes. “Mel.”

“How did you know?” Mel appears before you, grinning. She’s radiant, as always–sparkling as effusively as the golden liquid in your flute.

“The next time Jayce tries to sneak up on me from behind with a cough,” you smile, leaning into her as she wraps an arm around your shoulders in greeting. “... Don’t laugh immediately after.”

Jayce grins, stepping around you to pluck two drinks from the bar. “So it was you, Mel! You gave it away.”

“Fine,” she raises her hands in defeat before Jayce presses a glass into her hand. You all take a sip, eyes scanning the room absently. Then you watch as they huddle together, immersed in their love and their own little world. It's cute; Jayce follows behind Mel in puppylike adoration, and Mel helps bolster him into the man he's meant to be.

“Why are you two here, anyway?” It’s a good question; they’re usually the ones trying to curry more favors and inspire more donations, and Mel in particular is damn good at it. For them, it’s a busy evening of hand-shaking and belly-laughter, all in the name of Piltovan prosperity. For you, it’s just another party you’ve been invited to.

Jayce rolls his eyes first, sagging somewhat into Mel’s side. “Needed a break. It may be part of our jobs, but it’s not nearly as fun as it could be.”

“That,” Mel begins. A slight smile tugs at her lips. “That, and it seems that Viktor is faring quite well in that regard this evening.” She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head in his direction, drawing Jayce’ gaze.

“Is that–”

“Yes,” Mel laughs, clinking her glass with yours. “One of Piltover’s youngest debutantes, sole heir to the mining colonies’ fortune? That’s her.” Mel gives you a questioning look. “You’re not bothered by that?”

You shrug, finishing the last of your drink. “Should I be? I’ve got no reason to question Viktor, and it’s not her fault she doesn’t know about us.”

Both of your friends raise their eyebrows before glancing at each other. “We just passed by him ten minutes or so ago,” Jayce says. “He seemed to be hovering near the bar a little more than usual, and it looked like he was already three to four drinks deep.”

Now that was worth your attention. Viktor’s tolerance for ethanol was fairly remarkable for someone as slight as him, but you knew that the gala’s bartenders served particularly strong drinks for the purpose of opening wallets. If he was four drinks in ten minutes ago, Viktor could be anywhere near five to eight by now.

“Should we save him?” You ask, but your question falls into the void as Jayce and Mel are whisked away by other Councilfolk. Placing your empty glass back on the counter, you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes to get a better look at the events on the other side. Viktor’s body language seems tense, and the mining heiress doesn’t quite seem to pick up on it. You sigh, allowing yourself a chuckle, before you place a cocktail into your palm and begin to weave across the floor.

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Viktor’s face lights up when he sees you, and it’s only when he sways while giving you a small wave that you realize he’s quite happily drunk. He gestures for you to join him, and he quickly introduces you to the mining heiress.

She takes one look at the way Viktor presses himself into your side and does the math; looking mortified, she disappears quickly with what sounds to be the beginnings of a sob.

“What was that?” Viktor asks, snuggling into you a bit more than he typically would in a very public setting like this. To anyone else not trying to attract his attention, his gestures would merely appear to be affectionate touch between friends. But for him, this is loud and obvious; this is far from the perfectly-reserved, prim-and-proper posturing you usually see from him in public. His hand, still gently resting at your back, rubs small circles into you (which you must admit you rather enjoy).

You play innocent. “Whatever do you mean?”

“The girl,” he hiccups. “She was talking to me so intently, asking so many questions about my work and my life, and suddenly she ran off.” Not that he minded; he had been so bewildered by the barrage of questions that he couldn’t fend off with a polite smile that he’d turned to the bottle for a social lubricant. The alcohol hadn’t helped much, as he was just as confused by the attention as he had been four drinks ago, but in the least he was slightly (slightly!) more relaxed. Though now, with you by his side, he thinks that’s more of the effect that you have on him than the alcohol. “I was just about to tell her about my latest proposal; I’ve hypothesized that productivity in the mining colonies could be improved by nearly 45% with far better working conditions if I perform a few tweaks in the equipment–”

He looks so disappointed at being cut off before he could share his plans that you can’t help but laugh.

“Love,” you say gently, plucking his mostly-ice drink from his hands and placing it on a passing steward’s tray. “She was hitting on you. With romantic interest.”

Viktor’s eyes are impossibly large as he stares at you; in part because he’s trying valiantly to focus on his surroundings, and in part because your suggestion is preposterous.

You hum, nodding firmly to verify that you meant what you said. It’s Viktor’s turn to chuckle, his laughter coming out in staccato beats as his body tries to process his liquor.

“No. Certainly not. I have you!” He pulls you in closer to him, just by the soft push of his fingers against your back, just for a few millimeters. Nothing externally noticeable by anyone else but you.

“That you do,” you tell him. “But she didn’t know that.”

For once in his life, Viktor looks puzzled, but you expect that it’s the minor slowdown in mental processing power that he’s experiencing.

He blinks. When he opens his eyes again, the confusion is gone, replaced instead by a devilish, smug gaze. “Is that why you came over here? Jealousy?”

You scoff, pushing at his chest in mock offense. “I wasn’t jealous,” you start. It’s mostly true; you were only mildly off-put by the heiress’ attention. “But it looked like you needed saving from yourself.” You gesture your chin towards the various empty glasses that have yet to be cleared up from the nearby cocktail table he’d been standing at.

“Come now,” he almost drawls. His voice falls dangerously low–you know exactly what that tone is about. You only ever hear it in the privacy of your bedroom (or in the lab, in the dark of the night, when there’s nobody else around). “Not even a little bit?”

You eye him carefully, wondering who possessed your sweet Viktor in the middle of a gala (and nowhere near midnight, no less). You elect to say nothing, but amusement dances in your eyes.

“Hmm?” Viktor crowds in closer, stepping into you a few more millimeters and drawing himself to his full height. His hand moves from your back to trace down your arm; you shiver from the uncharacteristically loud intimacy of it all while hoping none of the other patrons happen to be looking in your direction.

“Not even a little bit,” you declare, and it’s only the tiniest hint of a lie. A cheeky smile finally tugging at your lips, you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Then you’re gone, leaving behind the slightest trace of your fragrance and a receding warmth at his fingertips. Viktor swallows thickly, blinking back his arousal before straightening his tie. You can leave the gala whenever you want; he has to stay until the majority of donors are gone. Your departure sharpens his senses as he decides the rest of the evening must pass by much more quickly if he wants to hurry home to you. He contemplates leaving Jayce to handle the rest of the event, only thinking against it when he spots Jayce forcing out a fake laugh in front of some of the usual Academy sponsors.

He exhales and presses down his waistcoat. Energized by his new mission to secure funding quickly so that the gala ends faster, he strides off into the crowds he otherwise hates, and begins rattling off his new research plans.

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At home, he later finds you reading in the living room by the soft light of one lamp. When you hear him come in, you look up with a smile. Viktor returns the gesture, draping his jacket over the other end of the sofa before leaning over you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Welcome back,” you murmur, eyes back on the pages of your book as you flip a page. “How did the rest of it go?”

“It went… efficiently,” he says.

Something in his voice makes you look up again. You glance at him, then you glance outside to see the illuminated tower clock in the distance. It’s not even ten-thirty and he’s already back from the gala? That’s certainly odd; while Viktor has tried to sneak out early in the past, he’d already been reprimanded by both Heimerdinger and Jayce for failing to carry out these tertiary scholarly duties and had never been home from a charity event before midnight ever since.

“I’ll say…” Your words come out slow and tentative as you bookmark your page and set the book aside. You eye Viktor warily, but he merely gives you what seems to be an innocent grin.

“You’re not excited to have me back? I thought you’d have been more… enthusiastic.”

You blink up at him, remembering that you’ve already changed into your usual loungewear. It’s then that you take stock of him. He seems brighter today, which is quite odd especially after such a draining event like a gala. He stands straighter, taller, and as self-assured as when he’s on the cusp of scientific discovery.

“I’m always delighted to have you back,” you reply. “I’m just surprised that the gala ended so soon. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out?”

“Quite sure.” He strides around the couch and rests his cane against it before extending a hand to you. You take it, getting up, though you’re still puzzled by his behavior. Not that you mind it; it’s wildly attractive, but you do wonder what’s gotten into him. But then his hands are in your hair and his lips on yours, drinking hungrily, and you’re putty in his embrace.

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Later, as you try to catch your breath from Viktor’s unexpected oral attention, he pulls you tightly into his arms and presses a kiss against your ear.

“You most certainly were slightly jealous,” he murmurs. “But I quite enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t even realize she was hitting on you until I told you!”

Viktor doesn’t reply to your objection; he only smirks and pulls you in tighter. “That may be,” he laughs into the skin of your neck. “But I don’t hear you complaining about that.”

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