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valaruakars · 2 years

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Let’s Get Physical (Part 1)

Viktor/F!Reader || 1.8k || Modern!AU + Gym!AU || SFW (for now!)

A beefy gal looking for a better place to workout, your friend Jayce invites you over to his home gym. He offers you everything you could ever want: great equipment, great company, and a ridiculously hot roommate that might just hate you.

A/N: Was this (loosely) a request? Yes. Is this about to be wildly self indulgent? Also yes. Last thing: tytyty @sweatandwoe for providing the header that’s absolutely not jayce. nope. not at all.

It starts simply, as most things do, with a text.

Your phone pings from somewhere in the mess of your bed, and you fish it out to find an unexpected name lighting up the screen.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:03pm]: Hey! This is kind of random, but Caitlyn told me that you’re not happy with your current gym situation. I get it! Those big gyms are always full of creeps haha! I have a pretty great set up at home and I promise I’m not a creep, so if you’re ever interested in working out together, it’d be cool to have you over. Let me know sometime!

He’s a friend of a friend—just an acquaintance to you—but Jayce has always seemed like a good guy. Truthfully, you’ve always wanted to get to know him better. Met him multiple times through your friend group, and your mutual interest in fitness clearly aligned, but somehow the opportunity to grow your friendship kept slipping through your fingers. Never the right time.

Until now.

You’d give anything to have a more private space to work out in without the prying eyes of men who, at best, stare through your squat set or, at worst, ‘just want to help’ by approaching unsolicited about your lifting form or your workout plan. Assholes, the lot of them. You know what you’re doing and you’re sick of being treated otherwise. Sick of paying to be uncomfortable and skipping workouts out of dread.

It’s a bonus that you’d get to spend more time with Jayce. He has a stellar reputation, known for being a supportive, giving person and pretty hilarious to drink with. Nobody’s ever called him a creep, even drunk, and it makes you feel even better knowing that he has a girlfriend too.

You don’t hesitate to respond.

[5:05pm] Hi!! Not random at all, thank you for offering :) If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to take you up on that. I’ve always wanted a workout buddy and a home setup sounds way better than where I’m at now.

Hitting send is the easiest thing you’ve done all day.

The hardest is waiting for him to respond.

It’s not immediate, letting your excitement slowly sour into anxiety. Maybe he thought you’d say no? Maybe you shouldn’t have sounded so eager? Did he think you were desperate?

You might be.

Just a little bit.

You’re not particularly interested in joining the women’s boxing gym with Cait and Vi, which up until now has been your only decent alternative. Nothing against them! But it’s expensive, and a good lifting to cardio ratio has always been your preference.

About twenty five minutes later, the text tone sounds in your lap and his name finally lights up the lock screen again. You scramble to unlock it.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Short notice, but would you want to come tonight? I’m thinking around 7.

Before you could move your fingers to respond, another text came through.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Vi might come too. Not 100% sure yet.

Playing it cool, you force yourself to wait a few minutes. All of which is spent staring at the message, formulating the perfect casual response. You settle on:

[5:30pm] Sounds great! Tell me where to go and I’ll be there :)

An hour and a half later, you find yourself dressed to sweat, pulling up to the address he’d sent.

It’s a well-kept house in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not far from you either—about twenty minutes when the traffic’s light. Bigger than you expected, definitely, with two cars in the driveway.

Neither of which belong to Vi.

You pick one to park behind and, as you kill the engine, consider that it would’ve been more polite to park on the street instead.

“Oh well,” you sigh, rife with nervous energy. Too late.

He’s seen you.

It’s not as if you could sneak up on him. The garage door is wide open, giving you a distant glimpse of the ‘great set-up’ he promised. Of him, with a huge, welcoming grin and an enthusiastic wave after he sets down two colossal dumbbells on the floor, thickly padded out over the concrete slab. He’s wearing the shortest neon shorts you’ve ever seen on a man, but hey, to each their own. Certainly makes his thighs look like tree trunks, if that’s what he’s going for.

His breezy, upbeat demeanor is contagious. You feel the part of you that is thrilled for the opportunity take control, practically bounding up the driveway, gym bag slung over your shoulder, to greet him. Your smile brightens; you feel it keenly in your cheeks as you wave back.

“Hey, welcome!” he says, meeting you at the wide open threshold. Hardly a bead of sweat on his brow—yet.

“Good to see you, Jayce! I really appreciate the invite.”

He goes in for a casual hug, like you’ve known each other for years—plural. Not just one and some change as two ships passing. “No problem,” he grins, giving you a good-natured squeeze. “Happy to share.”

You return it easily, pleased to be treated like a familiar friend, before you’re rocking back on cushioned heels and peering around his broad frame. Curious to see, and there was a lot to take in.

From first glance alone, this man owns two mid-line treadmills, a water rower, and a decidedly ridiculous range of benches and weights. Kettlebells, dumbbells, weight plates—you name it, he has it. Not to mention the fully mirrored wall and a sound system you can faintly hear, turned down in the background. Remixed pop music, very dynamic and bass-heavy. The iron-grated industrial fan was a pleasant touch too, grateful for it already in the lingering summer heat.

“You really weren’t lying… This is pretty extensive.”

Not to mention, expensive.

“You think so? It’s been a work in progress for a while.”

“I mean, is there anything you don’t have?” you gawk, stepping clear around him to stand side by side.

The smell hits you, then, of rubber and metal and some lemony-scented cleaner. Refreshing, if only because it’s nothing like the humid scent of stale sweat you’ve grown accustomed to. It’s still cluttered from the sheer variety of equipment, but everything has its place—like a well kept sanctuary, you can tell.

Jayce sounds almost sheepish, all in that nervous little laugh that skitters out of him as he says, “Well, uh, I still haven’t installed the TRX straps yet. Need to find a strong enough anchor point in the wall, y’know? And I’ve been meaning to recalibrate—”

But you’ll hear nothing of it.

“Stop that, I was kidding!” You give his barrelling arm a well-meaning nudge of your shoulder, offering a smile meant to reassure. “This is seriously incredible, you’ve curated a lot of great equipment. What’s the membership fee? I’m pretty interested in joining.”

His shoulders relax, though you hadn’t noticed until then how tense he is.

It’s surprising that he isn’t more confident in the space he’s offering. Makes you wonder who or what he could possibly be comparing it to.

Probably some rich, frivolous influencer with a home gym and handful of sponsorships.

Which checks out, knowing Jayce stays active on his socials. He’s always posting videos of his workouts and very stereotypical mirror flexes, though you try not to judge him for it. It’s not from a place of douchebaggery—he’s just having fun with it.

Maybe you’ll be brave enough to post one some day, too.

Jayce nudges you back, taking a step inside that invites you to follow. “It’s free if you’re nice and always put your weights back when you’re done with them. Helping me clean is negotiable, but I’d appreciate it.”

Easy enough and very generous. You could probably stand to grab him coffee or take out from time to time, as a thank you.

“My only hard and fast rule is no heavy barbells without a spotter, but otherwise I’m not worried. Cait gave me the impression that you know what you’re doing.”

“Wait… Then who spots you?” you wonder aloud, looking at the conical rack of weight plates—as small as two and a half, all the way up to fifty pounds. “If you lift as heavy as I think you do, I definitely won’t be able to save you from getting crushed, sorry.”

“It’s cool,” he shrugs, “Vi has that covered when she comes by.”

When you look back toward the driveway, as if she might pull up at any moment, that uneasy edge creeps back into his voice. “Oh, yeah, by the way… She’s actually not coming tonight. Something about dinner plans, I think. Did you, uh, still want to stay though?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” you ask, finally noticing a characteristic of his body language that is, well, interesting.

It’s the way his shoulders aren’t tense, but hunched to the effect that he seems smaller, if that’s even possible. Non-threatening, you realize, and it clicks just how much Caitlyn must’ve said about your bad experiences with men at the gym.

He really is a sweetheart. His girlfriend is very lucky.

“I dunno… I just thought you’d be more comfortable if she was here.”

“That’s really considerate, Jayce, but I’m fine. More than fine. I’m really excited for this and feeling pretty good about it.” You drop your bag on the floor for emphasis that, ‘yes, I am staying, no getting rid of me now,’ in a spot that’s hopefully out of the way. “Can I have the new member tour now?”

“Awesome, let’s do it,” he says, clapping his hands together in that oh-so-familiar, now endearing, gym bro sort of manner. “Oh uh, yeah! We can start with where to actually put your stuff.”

That’s how you find out in quick order that you’ll want for nothing here. You can cancel your old membership without an ounce of regret. Everything you need is in that garage—great equipment, great company, and twenty-four hour access, though you aren’t one to pump iron at three in the morning.

All that, and more still.

You hadn’t known before, but Jayce has a personal training certification that he got some years back. He mentions it in passing, as if it’s no big deal. Offers to help you plan workouts to meet your goals if you want, but no pressure.

You’re going to take him up on it, of course. Time permitting.

Throughout the workout with Jayce, inclines on the treadmill and an intense leg day—or rather, evening—with weights interspersed, you start to wonder what part of this is too good to be true.

You come up short by the time it’s dark and you, drenched in sweat and sore to the bone, are leaving with the promise to come back soon and his garage code stored in your phone.

But you see something then, as you stand at your open car door. Right out of the corner of your eye as you wave a final goodbye to Jayce, the garage door slowly rolling closed over his bright, sweaty, smiling face. Something you aren’t sure what to think about, but you know what you saw. It’s not your imagination.

The blinds on a dimly lit far window snaps shut as you move to get into your car. Not fast enough to escape your notice, though you see no more movement after that. Just a steady glow from the windows, washing the white stucco siding in shades of warm yellow light.

It reminds you of the reason you came here in the first place.

You hate feeling watched.

#arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x f!reader #arcane viktor #arcane fanfiction #reader insert #my writing #listen i hear you i know he's not in it yet #i promise The Scenarios are coming next #i thrive on cliffhanger-y set ups #also i WILL be having fun with this don't take it too seriously

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itsme-tori · 2 years

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has anyone ever told u your tumblr header and icon make it look like Mel and Jayce are looking at Silco in disapproval LOL

p.s. i hope the cake making/fic writing is fun! :D

They are investigating him.

P.S. Thank you :D

#ask #juniper-sunny #mel medarda #jayce talis #silco #meljay #arcane #heheheh nice catch

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agenderakali · 8 months

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This might seem random as hell, bit given your League Of Legends header, I was wondering what your thoughts on the Arcane series as a whole are?

AH damn I forgot to answer this sooner. But yeah, I've played League since 2016 and have always been fixated on the lore. Despite the game neglecting it so much I kept insisting to my friends the lore's really cool ok trust me!! And understandably they did not believe me. I didn't have high hopes for Arcane but I was SOOO pleasantly surprised when it came out. They really knocked it out of the park and I finally felt validated in my hyperfixation. I go back to rewatch it a lot, especially the Ekko vs Jinx fight scene. It's just stunning and makes some otherwise bland League characters much more compelling. I think the only complaint I had about Arcane was just uh... not finding Silco or his design interesting. Also I got rlly frustrated with the Arcane fandom obsessing over Viktor/Jayce/Silco while ignoring the more central female characters + Ekko. Also the way they demonized Mel to an insane degree (hm I wonder why) That isn't the show's fault though, just typical fandom bs.

#Arcane #arcane league of legends #OH another pet peeve was ppl trying to say jinx was canocially confirmed as bi when the writers literally never did that #like there ARE characters in league that are openly bisexual and jinx was never one of them #headcanons are cool I hc her as bi myself #but yeah in canon she has only ever shown interest in men

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bombpunk · 15 days

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…everybody wants to be my enemy!

MiLES / JiNX ! HE/AER. ftm butch bisexual fagdyke. black. 18. intersex. queerpunk. header art credit.

NO DNI, I JUST BLOCK. main interests are arcane, rwby, genshin, and spiderverse. chronic art reblogger.

fav charas: jinx, silco, jayce talis, ruby rose, james ironwood, wriothesley, xiao, miles morales, hobie brown, gwen stacy. fav ships: timebomb, jayvik, bumbleby, nuts and dolts, wriolette, xiaoaether, punkflower, ghostflower

#📌

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bedknees · 2 years

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Okay so I'm gonna preface this by saying that I am literally one Viktor's biggest dick-riders. My blog header "Viktor Apologist" isn't there for no reason. In both League and Arcane canons, I completely understand and empathize with him as a character and how the circumstances of his life led him to where he is. His intentions are ultimately for the betterment of society, no matter how misguided he is. Viktor believes he is doing the utmost good. He is unarguably wrong and shouldn't be blindly agreed with for any reason, but you can at least acknowledge that he isn't here to be malevolent and he is trying to make the world a better place in his own way.

But I am kind of sick of seeing complete absolution of his wrongdoings. For this, I'm focusing on Arcane canon only, because by and large that's my main point of concern regarding this line of thought that "Viktor did nothing wrong. It was the Hexcore's fault/it was Jayce's fault/It was his illness' fault that he did what he did."

So let's explore what's wrong with that general statement.

Viktor is viewed, incorrectly, as someone who had no choice. As someone who needed to take the risks he did. And that is so wrong!! Because the real tragedy of his character is that he did have a choice. He had the choice of seeking out his sociopathic mentor and acquiring an illegal drug for unethical experimentation on himself. He had the choice to, oh I don't know, fucking wait for the blockade to lift so he could get more Shimmer--which he proved worked in his experiment. Instead, he consciously chooses to say "fuck it, I'm carving runes into my body and going for it." He knew the risks and took them anyways. And it led to an innocent woman dying. (An aside, but it's clearly established in Act 1 that his reckless tendency to leap before he looks is a fixed facet of his character and not born out of his terminal illness or the Hexcore's influence. It's merely exaggerated due to the circumstances, but it was always there.)

Now, there is nuance there. There's, once again, the fact he was dying and the clock was decidedly against him. There's the fact that the Hexcore seems to have a degree of influence over him. That's the thing, though. For the first point, yeah he was dying and it's sad and his desperation is not hard to understand. But, he chose to be impulsive. He chose to seek out a questionable man that he ran from in fear as a child. He chose to be shortsighted and not properly consider the true risk to what he was doing.

As for the Hexcore, I loathe the idea that it's somehow controlling his actions. Aside from it preventing him from destroying it, it doesn't seem to have enough of an influence for him to have no control over what he does. And the show outright illustrates this! It's a way better take to equate the Hexcore to some form of mental illness. Having something like, say, generalized anxiety can make you predisposed to panicking and catastrophizing. But in the end, it has no real control there. You can consciously choose to stop, take a deep breath, and work through it. At any point, Viktor could have stopped and really thought about the implications and gravity of what he was doing. He didn't do that, though. Viktor made the choice to follow whatever influence it has. And, low and behold, he actively makes the choice to stop what he's doing and cease operations. If he was truly being controlled, he wouldn't have been able to do that.

Once again, there is nuance there. Viktor is at perhaps the most bleak and vulnerable point in his life. His mental state and desperation certainly played a part in making more reckless decisions and letting whatever the Hexcore holds over him take shape. But the idea he had no conscious choice whatsoever to stop what he was doing at any point is so unequivably wrong and contradicted by the source material.

In the end, Viktor is just a stronger and more compelling character if he possesses those key flaws. He has a good heart and wants to make people's lives better. He is impulsive and gets dangerous tunnel vision. He is empathetic and feels deeply. He recklessly pursued his goals without considering who it might hurt outside of himself. These things can and should coexist. He is far more interesting, far more fascinating to explore, when he has that complexity to his character. He has fucked up bad, will continue to make further fuck ups in different ways, but it doesn't take away from what he is at his core.

And if these faults and the realization that those were indeed his conscious choices can't be acknowledged, y'all are in for a horrible ride to be honest! You can simultaneously empathize with a character while also not agreeing with their actions. Remember that going into Season 2.

#viktor arcane #viktor #viktor my beloved #arcane #mymeta #meta #analysis

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meljayweek · 2 years

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Proof I’m working on the MelJay Secret Santa sign ups.

Edit: I’ll pin this if you’re trying to read it from the header lol.

My icon is a commission through my main account:

#meljay #jayce talis #mel medarda #Jayce arcane #mel arcane #I’m pretty sure I got it but it’s the first time I’ve done a google form so just checking it again #meljay secret Santa

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littlebeesart · 1 year

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i need you to know ive seen your header (i think thats the correct word) in your profile suddenly as viktor squeezing jayce's pec now and i can't unsee it

Meep meep! He says while he squishes his titty - hahaha! I am kidding, though you are absolutely right, that's what it looks like

#replies #asks

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sulevinen · 2 years

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i changed my header :( viktor and jayce is no more

#the gif was my banner for SO LONG #🫧

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things4your · 2 years

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Arcane Headers

@PERCYPHNE on twitter

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emilia-le-blanc · 2 years

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𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆 ♡ Headers

feel free to use! ♡

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hgstuff · 2 years

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arcane headers

like or reblog if u save and pls don't repost without credits ✨

#arcane headers #jinx headers #jinx #vi headers #vi #caitvi headers #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman headers #caitlyn kiramman #viktor headers #viktor #jayce headers #jayce #ekko headers #ekko #arcane

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chaoticfanqueen · 2 years

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#arcane headers #arcane act 1 #arcane jayce #hextech #jayce talis

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itsmentalillness · 2 years

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𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞- 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

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comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and do more than likes

a/n: This is all meag’s fault for making me watch this show, she would be proud to know I came out of my hiatus era for this sad slavic skeleton professor. PSA I claim viktor as russian

Warnings: female reader, slow burn™, straight up cockblocking from the author, unnecessarily long because what itsmentalillness fic would it be if not 3k words, smut…eventually, oral (m reviving), sub lean switch!viktor

Dictionary: Красивый (krasivyy) - beautiful

Word Count: 2.9k

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“Viktor, I know you’re not in the best state. That’s why I brought her here. She’s one of the most brilliant people I know. She can help while I’m gone.”

To say it was awkward to observe, as Jayce convinced your new boss that you were of some importance, was a tremendous understatement. It was horrendous; you wanted nothing more than to evaporate into thin air at this very second. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to be Viktor’s assistant, seeing as how the mere mention of it brought so much reluctance to the man.

“Do you think I’m incapable of completing my work without you?” This was supposed to be a light interview, but this was distant from light. Both men just got far more heated as seconds went on. For a moment, you contemplated whether either of them even remembered your presence.

With little reflection on your action, you broke your silence. “Jayce, if the professor isn’t too fond of me taking this position, I can find other work. It’s not the end of the world.”

Before he even granted Viktor a chance to speak, Jayce had secured your position. “Nonsense. You’ll start tomorrow, regardless of what the professor says.”

This would be the most unbearable job you’d ever taken.

Or at least that’s what you had considered the job would be. Over the weeks of joining Viktor in his research, he had opened up to you, although it took quite a few pastries to do so. He confided more of his research into you as you proved yourself. He kept you relatively at a distance for a while before assigning tasks. As he trusted you, you took a fondness for your academic successor. You learned why Jayce had spoken so highly about him. He was increasingly talented and focused on his work. Nothing other than his work seemed to cross his mind, at least to your perception. For he drowned himself in his studies more than usual when you arrived. If he hadn’t, his mind would continue to focus on you rather than what’s at stake for Hextech. He was insatiable, and you were his to devour. Truth be told, you felt the same way. No matter how often the mere sight of him elicited a notion you were far accustomed to, words of devotion would never break the silence. For that was much too inappropriate for a workspace.

It was not until early morning when you had caught the professor asleep on his desk. His hair was riled and his posture askew on his desk, a portrait of him you wished you could keep. Rather than linger in your thoughts, you began cleaning his mess from the evening prior. You could convince yourself letting him sleep and work around him was better because a man such as himself was far from rested.

The last task you attempted was cleaning the area around Viktor. He was awfully particular about his space and liked to take time to keep it pristine. The way he lay now tells the story he passed out before he gave himself a chance to clean.

As you put his books back on the shelf and neared closer to Viktor, the journal he was writing in came to your line of vision. He was incredibly secretive about this one in particular, but no one had any idea why. You and Jayce had taken to the assumption that he was paranoid someone might see his equations and works before they were close to correct. In the seconds you looked at it, it had very little to do with Hextech, and more with his personal thoughts. It appeared Viktor owned a dairy.

You did your best to remove the diary and pen out from his grip, not because you wanted to read it. No, you simply wanted to preserve it from ruin. That’s what any decent being would do. That was cut short when you caught sight of your name on the pages. Now there was little you could do to convince yourself that reading his journal was right, but you didn’t care. Pure intuition took over and nothing could stop you.

“I must say that I am incredibly inclined to have (y/n) around; which goes against my beliefs from weeks ago. She continues to have a hold on me, no matter my attempts to distance myself from such feelings. It’s not that I enjoy suppressing my desires, but a need. It is far too inappropriate for me to have any relationship with my partner other than a platonic or professional one. I’m not sure what steps I need to take now because my last attempts have failed me. Now I no longer desire only a romantic aspect, but a lustful one.”

I beg your pardon-

This was not what needed to happen at all. Ever. The world became lopsided and every part of your body seemed disconnected; you had to leave this lab. You couldn’t show up to work today, or ever again, you could quit. Quitting seemed fairly rational, given the circumstances. Anything but standing next to Viktor, the man who just confessed to wanting you in more ways than one, seemed rational. You raced for the door, journal subconsciously in hand. Leaving and never coming back was a typical workplace experience.

Right?

It would be in the best interest of both of you; both could lose feelings, but you’d lose your job which is only a small price to pay. In your attempt back to your dorm to collect your thoughts, you conveniently met Jayce in the hall, who was put off by your frantic appearance. Albeit he tried to converse with you, you made it clear there was little enthusiasm on your end. You continued your quick walk to your bedroom, trying to silence whatever chaos ran through your head. Of course, Viktor didn’t reciprocate feelings. He couldn’t. You were only his assistant. But what if he did? What if all those times he was flirting with you, he meant it. He was smart enough to understand his effects on you. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He had to.

The moment you crossed the threshold into your room, you sent a message to Jayce that you’d not come in today. You were too sick to make it. The message was supposed to go to Viktor, but there was no way in hell you were talking with him now, or ever.

You settled down on your bed and moved down from the frenzy of the last couple of minutes. Why did this vex you so much? Weren’t you expected to be elated that the man you had wanted since you met felt the same? In any other situation, you would, but this is Viktor. He doesn’t do romance, he just works. At least that’s what you’d been informed by others on campus. Unless-

You reminded yourself, you still had his book, you wished to go through it, you desperately did. The need to know if his interest in you is why others on campus had been turned down in their attempts. But that seemed like too much of a breach of his privacy. All of this was technically accidental, so if you were to purposefully read the journal, you’d lose whatever trust you and Viktor had if that even existed at this point. All of your past actions had been creeping up on you and it was becoming clear you screwed up more than necessary. You stuffed his journal under your bed and hid from the world. It’s not like you could go back to the lab now, hoping to save yourself. To you, there was no plausible reason Viktor would want to have you around anymore. You had broken his faith, so it’s not like Viktor wanted you back in the lab at this moment, either. Unbeknownst to you, Viktor felt synonymous.

When he was woken up by Jayce giving word of your absence and saw his journal was missing but all his books were in place, he knew it was you. That also meant you had seen what he had written, and he hoped to all beings in the sky that you had not taken a peek at any of his other entries. As soon as he could, he would find you, try to talk you down, and explain himself to the best of his ability. However, he wasn’t even sure if you’d have any wish to see him. He imagined you were furious, or uncomfortable. He had an interest in you and any moment you had, you would surely read into it as flirtatious. That couldn’t bother him now. He had a duty to attend to and nothing could stop that train of thought.

It wasn’t until late in the evening, when all, or almost all, of the academy, had called it an evening did someone try to gain your attention. Albeit you tried to ignore the ringing of the bell at your door, your unwanted guest persisted. Three rings later, it was hard to dismiss their advances.

“You know Viktor, it’s a little late, your lab better be on fire.”

“Ha ha hilarious. Can I have my book back?” He didn’t even want to talk about it? He wanted to pretend as if nothing happened?

“Your book? Which one, cause I have plenty I borrowed in here.” You leaned against the cold frame of your door to hear him better.

“No, I mean my book.” His voice became higher. He knew you were going to play a game with him and he didn’t need that.

“Huh. You mean your diary?”

You heard him mumble in response; he wasn’t too fond of it being referred to as a diary.

“Oh no Vik, it’s a diary, you wrote out your emotions, thus a diary. Admit it and I’ll give it to you.” There was no semblance of a response from him.

“Maybe if I just read another passage-” you taunted.

“Absolutely not! Give me my diary.”

With that you swung your door open, bringing his diary insight, which he quickly took to hand. It was a terribly awkward exchange. You wanted to be upset with him, but graciously you couldn’t. He was possibly perfect in every way for you. He looked much softer out of the harsh lab lights. The faint luminescence from the ever-running city of Piltover highlighted his beauty in all the right ways. There was a slight glow to him that elevated his essence, so he became sublime. It was an impulse to bring him into your room, and there was no stopping either of you. You had him on the edge of your bed before either of you said anything.

“Please know that I apologize for making you uncomfortable. It wasn’t proper of me to say those things or think about them, really. It was completely inappropriate, I know.” His words felt genuine, and you knew they were; Viktor would mutter nothing that wasn’t axiom. “And I understand if you choose to take this to the council, it makes sense, I won’t hide it.” That last utterance had you at a halt. You turned to look at him. For such a brilliant man, he had the expression of a naïve child.

“Viktor, I won’t be taking this to the council. I’m not upset that you think that, honestly. This can stay between us.” As much as you tried to reassure him, he was missing a piece. Not everything was coming together. “I didn’t leave earlier because it freaked me out. I just needed time to think and process it all.”

“So you’re not mad?” Viktor was beyond aghast that you weren’t immediately repulsed in any way.

“A little. I’m more upset that I had to learn all of this through your diary rather than having you tell me.”

“Excuse me?” Your benevolence was not something he expected from you. He surely heard you wrong. You wouldn’t have tantamount emotions to his own.

“For such a genius, you can be undeniably stupid.” It took him a second before he spoke again.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to kiss you?” The second he had your consent, his lips were on yours, taking you for his own. He spent too many nights dreaming of what this moment would feel like, and it was far better than anything he could envisage. Your hands holding his face felt absolutely heavenly, ever so lightly dancing across his skin, sending shivers up spine. No kiss had ever felt even compared to how beautiful this was. He swore he could live here in this moment forever, close to you, feeling as if nothing in the world could tear him from you. Even when you had to stop to catch your breath, he felt deprived of air. Everything about this moment had an aura of innocence. He felt so pure with you on his lap, foreheads pressed to one another like lost lovers reuniting. And to him, that’s who you were. Someone he was missing for so long.

Innocence doesn’t last forever. A moment so white can quickly be painted in dark shades of adultery. A simple kiss can leave you pressing on for more; your body taking control of your thoughts. Rationalness was no more when you grind yourself down on the professor beneath you. Your kiss turned from angelic to devilish faster than Viktor could process, but he had no will to stop your advancements. He needed you just as much.

Your hands moved up his neck, and you tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly to elicit some sound from Viktor. He pushed his hands under your shirt, savoring every inch of you like you would be pulled away. His hands were cold and rough as you expected, but he made them delicate as they traced your silhouette.

Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, then one of his hands tugged on your chest. It had been awhile since you had someone hold you in such a fashion, which was apparent from your already labored breathing that came from Viktor simply rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Don’t get shy now Красивый there will be time for that later.” His words made your brain turn to fuzz. There was not a care in the world, only Viktor occupied your mind.

Slowly, he pulled your shirt over your head, allowing him to properly praise your body. Just as his hands did, his mouth became attentive to your newly exposed chest. The sounds that passed your lips were unusually loud for his simple act. However, this evening would not end with him having the upper hand; hopefully there would be plenty more instances where he could.

You slipped from his lap and took your place on the floor, kneeling at his feet. He had a godly complexion; you needed to worship every inch of Viktor, make him yours. In order to move to that point, you had to discard his pants elsewhere in your room.

You freed his cock from his boxers and pumped slowly as focused on his thighs. His thighs flexed under your kisses, you had a minor power over him and you refused to lose that now. You looked up at him as you licked the underside of his cock. The sight to him was the definition of erotic. It was almost enough to make him cum on the spot, but he needed this to last as long as he could. He bucked his hips when you took him into your mouth after what felt like years of waiting.

The feeling was nothing terrestrial for either of you. You had him where you wanted after weeks of craving his making his pleasure your own. Nothing in your mind could’ve come close to the whines Viktor made. They were almost as prepossessing as he was. It was a song you knew would ring in your ear for days on end.

“Yes, красивый please. It’s so good, please” having the professor beg for your permission was a truly sinful image, but you couldn’t say no.

When a hand wrapped around your hair, pushing you farther down his cock, you complied. He was close, and you knew it. His legs tensed and his breath became more staggered. His utterance of ‘красивый please’ became messier.

He became more statuesque as he reached his climax. His hand left your hair and gripped onto the sheets behind him. His chest was raised while he threw his head back. He was the picture of true bliss.

And you had every intention of keeping that picture to yourself.

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