#viktor x gn reader

[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with an s/o who’s love language is physical touch (from simple shoulder or head pats to long kisses it all makes them feel wanted and loved)

please and thank you 🫡

Viktor with an S/O whose love language is physical touch HC's

This is a perfect receiving love language for Viktor because he is so touch starved. He was always so focused on his studies and work that the thought of a romantic relationship never really crossed his mind.

But now, he has you.

In the early stages of your relationship, he'll be very shy and reserved so you'll most likely have to be the one to initiate the first touches. But seeing how cute he looks with that lovely blush adorning his cheeks and his bashful smile, you figure that going over your initial shyness is worth it if it'll result in such a beautiful sight.

Once you both ease into the first kisses and caresses, Viktor will quickly adapt and learn how to both receive and give those touches. He is a very quick learner after all, and not to mention very observant.

Because of his inquisitive nature and the ability to take note of the little things, it doesn't take long for him to realize just how much his physical proximity brings you comfort and contentment.

From the way your eyelashes softly flutter and the pleased little sigh you let out when he gently kisses your cheek to the alluring redness which graces your face when he smoothly brushes aside a strand of hair from your cheek while looking deep into your eyes.

He is a good, kind man and he loves seeing his partner happy, so he is quick to indulge you with all the kisses, hugs and cuddles that he has to offer. He especially loves how you cling to him in your sleep; whenever he wakes up to the sight and feeling of your pliant figure hugging him softly even while asleep, well he feels like the luckiest man in the world!

If he's taller than you, he never fails to give you a tender forehead kiss even in passing. If you're the same height or taller, then chaste cheek and nose kisses are the way to go!

Whenever you two are outside, be it taking a relaxing walk or going on a cozy bookshop date, he always keeps an arm around your waist, always keeping you close and letting you bask in the warmth of his slender frame.

Viktor is a sucker for hugs so you know you're never going to be experiencing a shortage of them. He loves feeling the softness/firmness of your body against his. He knows you get lonely when he's off working all day, so whenever you visit his lab, he is more than happy to embrace you with all his might while pressing soft kisses into your hair. Just the sight of you makes his heart sing with joy and love.

He is a man who greatly cherishes the feeling of intimacy so he'll be honored to gain your trust and have you rest your head in his lap. He'll blissfully stare at your beautiful features while softly going over them with his calloused fingers. He also loves to play with your hair, especially when it results in a sleepy, dopey smile from you.

He will never think of you as needy or clingy, for he himself is no better. Once he got a taste of your closeness and warmth, he is an addicted man. Viktor doesn't know how he stayed alive for so long without the feel of your soft lips pressing against his.

No matter what the future holds, you can be certain that he'll forever guard his place next to you with a firm and loving grasp on both your heart and soul.

a/n: thank you for this lovely request anon! i hope i did it justice :)

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[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take that damn thing off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

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[honey-tongued-devil]

[Part 2/?]

It was very quick, but god how could I give this man around 50 kisses in less than 24h?? Dunno, maybe I should… you know, remove his shirt to have more space? Do you want to keep kiss him??

Ps. I loved every single comment and reblog, so… do you want to give him another kiss? Where? (He will have top surgery scar if the second drawing will happen)

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[thehistoriangirl]

Bonjour!! I actually wanted to tell you how your writing is always something I look forward to at the end my day, like a candle lighting the darkest corners of my room. Could you maybe write a hopeless romantic!reader that slowly turned pessimistic at the thought of love (psst slow burn). Then Viktor realises how much reader has adored him since forever and wanted to do so in return! Merci♡

Bonjour ! <33 SADFGHJDHSGDJHDHDG thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 Before anything, I have to said, you just cracked my well-preserved secret! Legend says if you ask me for a slow burn I will get overboard and make a multichapter fic :D and I guess it's true so here we are 🤡 [Brain why you have to be like thissss I hate you] Anyway, I hope you like this first part ;3 Passe une bonne journée, petalthea ! <3

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter One]

> M A S T E R L I S T <

Viktor x Fem! (Hopeless Romantic!)Reader-------2.1K------SFW

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

Tags: Friends to Lovers| Not-Actually-Unrequited-Love| Hidden Feelings| Crushes| Slow-Burn| Oblivious (both Viktor and Reader)| Romantic Fluff| I'm not going to spoil more heheh >:)| ((Obviously Happy Ending))| Disfunctional Family/Family Drama

Viktor saw you four times before he was obliged to talk to you.

Inside the Music Faculty, the chandelier sent golden hues against the gold and silver accessories of the guests filling the auditorium. A line of teenagers was waiting, removing awkwardly on their feet as the people organizing the admission test formed them into order.

He was in charge of the lightning, tucked next to the half-open curtain that separated the scenario and the backstage, sitting on a stool with uneven legs. Viktor was careful to balance himself up the wobbling seat, growing less interested in the auditions as time went on. While managing the levers, he considered what his final project for his Mechanic class could be.

Until a wailing interrupted his line of thoughts, almost tripping his body off the stool.

Looking backstage, he saw a teenager being dragged away from the queue by two men in twin outfits, a woman looking at you some feet away with a stern expression. You were thrashing and screaming—begging should be a better word—, Viktor thought when he heard what you were saying in a river of blabbering, like a plea.

Please just let me try. Father doesn’t have to know—

But they ignored you and the tears that shone clear against the dimmed light inside the backstage.

He didn't recollect the moment his body decided to move on its own, but the click of his wooden cane snap him back to the present.

One of the organizers looked at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if saying don’t even think about it.

Viktor frowned because he wasn't thinking about doing anything. They were full-grown adults working for an important house, if your tailored clothes were correct signal enough of your upbringing.

Though that didn’t stop the bad-hidden laughs behind some participants’ hands. 

But even as the sound of the cacophony grew fainter, the heaviness of his chest remained while remembering your broken voice, hands frantic trying to pull away, and he thought, brows pinched in confusion, that if that would have been him if Professor Heimerdinger hadn’t helped him enrolling into the Academy.

He saw you try three more times, with the same outcome. Only that each failed audition your pleads became weaker, and you didn’t fight back as much.

People kept mocking you, you fought and lost, and he watched you every time.

What a particular case, because Viktor couldn't understand why a rich family wouldn't let their child enter the Music Faculty and become an artist for the Opera House. And why you didn't give up?

The last time, just a touch on the shoulder was enough to take you away from the stage. Without the sound of your voice echoing in the room, you heard the quiet laughs, and for the first time, you looked back at them, eyelids heavy—Viktor couldn't know if it was anger or just fatigue.

The competitors cleared their throats and looked away, removing in their place as you scanned their clothes, eyes lingering in familiar crests.

"Good luck in the audition, then," you said, walking away without looking at him, even though Viktor felt as if his gaze was so heavy at least you should have felt it.

But no. You didn’t look back, and Viktor forgot about you soon after; when he became Heimerdinger’s assistant, leaving behind the myriad of little jobs he took at the Academy for extra income, the Music Faculty lightning technician included.

Until now.

*~*~*~*

The Ventos family manor was flooded with people as richly decorated as the house itself, and Viktor pretended to ignore the glances they stole as the guests looked at him following Heimerdinger’s steps.

Viktor knew the Ventos clan was horrifyingly wealthy, with around half of all the airships belonging to some member of the family, but reading about it and looking at the proofs were two different things.

The hall was bigger than Viktor's apartment, with arches supporting a tall, vaulted ceiling incrusted with mosaics. All inside was a spotless white and a pale blue, taking the nickname "owners of the sky" too seriously to be considered funny.

Professor Heimerdinger was greeting the few people that crossed his way into scanning the room, looking for the host of the party, even though Viktor was the one carrying the gift box.

A man Viktor recognized as part of the Chemistry Faculty of Teachers stopped his travel midway to the wine fountain when he spotted the yordle. He exchanged a polite and short greeting to Viktor before pouring his attention to the Dean of the Academy, asking him if he would like to see some experiments he’d been working on.

Heimerdinger raised a hand. "Excuse me for a moment—Viktor? Oh, there you are. Could you please give this to the birthday celebrant? I don't want them to run away from the party unexpectedly without the gift! Thank you, thank you."

The yordle turned his back on him, engaging again in the conversation while Viktor stood a couple of steps away, frozen, with an expensive gift tucked inside his arm.

He sighed, tapping his fingers over the box as his eyes scanned the room. How was he supposed to know who was the host of the party? All rich people looked the same, with expensive clothes and too many decorations with gold, all of them holding cups of wine while engaging in business deals.

Viktor walked toward some butlers and maids that were carrying away the empty platters from the dessert table and replacing them with new ones. He didn’t want to ask a rich Piltie about who was the birthday's celebrant—much less give any of them a gift—but it was part of his job, he supposed.

It didn’t make it easier.

One of the servants told him a name he hadn’t heard before. Frowning in confusion, the servant stopped what he was doing to give him a detailed description of the youngest Ventos heiress.

The young man shrugged. “I haven’t seen the Young Mistress in a while, though. I don’t know where the she could be.”

A maid interrupted. "Miss Ventos should be on the green balcony," she blinked and signaled the west corner of the room. "It's the balcony filled with plants. If they aren't there, then she probably withdraw to her bedroom already."

Viktor nodded, thanking them. After a short pause, the servants replied with a doubtful, “it’s nothing, Sir” and he left them to fulfill their job not wanting them to be punished because of his incompetence.

It wasn’t that late, perhaps 10 PM or something around that hour. If this person was already in bed—how old they were? Suddenly, his stomach twisted thinking about a spoiled child. What if she didn’t like the gift? What if she didn’t accept it because maybe she didn’t like him? Would he be in trouble?

The green balcony was obscured by thick potted flowers and little palms, only a narrow passage connected it to the marble rail that had a spectacular view of the city.

Viktor froze when he didn't see anyone in there. Should he return the gift with Heimerdinger? Or could he leave it with a servant?

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound, his eyes darting toward the sound's source.

He recognized you right away, and Viktor felt a little embarrassed by it. You looked older—around four years had passed since the last audition you tried to join—but your clothes were very similar, contrasting with the pale blue and shining white in dark tones of purple and blue.

“Who are you?” you said, frowning. He felt your eyes sweeping his outfit—the Academy uniform—and your stiff posture, half-hidden behind a rosebush, seemed to relax.

Viktor blinked, and you blinked back, arching your brows.

“Ah! Right. I’m Heimerdinger— I mean, I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant.” He locked his cane’s handle in the crook of his elbow to take the box gift in his both hands, arms extended toward you. “He wanted me to deliver this gift. But I don’t, eh, I don’t know who the host is. By any chance… could you help me?”

You smiled then, a little tug of your lips as you took the gift box between your hands.

“Sure. Please tell Professor Heimerdinger my gratitude.”

“You’re the birthday celebrant?”

"That's right," you paused, shaking the box a little. It sounded metallic, and it was a little heavy. "Please sit down, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking around."

You signaled at one marble bench built on one side of the balcony, next to where you were sitting, a glass of wine half-empty that you shoved away.

"You know you're hard to find," Viktor said, feeling the cold rock against his legs. He shivered a little, trying to be subtle about it. Then, he realized the words that slipped out of his mouth. "I apologi—"

“No need. You’re right, anyway.” You opened the box, putting aside the protective cloth to reveal a music box. When you pressed the button, the little shell opened, showing a little doll dressed in a deep blueish-greenish dress going in circles around a wooden stage.

Behind her, the scenery moved, showing an Ionian forest. You chuckled, moving one of your feet at the rhythm of the melody repeating inside the toy. Fingers hovering in the air as if you wanted to touch the little doll but wouldn’t dare to.

For a moment, he thought you looked cute.

“I knew Professor Heimerdinger still makes the best music boxes,” you muttered, and Viktor heard it for he was listening carefully.

“Do you know Professor Heimerdinger?” Closely, he wanted to add, but you seemed to understand his inner meaning.

“Yes. He was friends with my mom. Well—he helped her to pursue her career as an opera singer.”

Viktor smiled a bit. He finally understood that you wanted to enroll in the Music Faculty.

You jumped when someone called your name—a male voice.

"Shit," you whispered, and Viktor got surprised to hear you curse. Hurriedly, you took the music box under the bench, where the bushes hide it well enough. Your hands tried to accommodate your hair that had been disturbed by some branches as you stood up. "Enjoy the party for me—oh! That's right. What's your name?"

“My name?” You nodded, smiling warmly. “I’m Viktor.”

You extended your hand toward him. “A pleasure to make you my acquaintance, Viktor. I hope you enjoy the night.”

He frowned. "Are you leaving? No, wait. Where you hiding here?”

You beamed. "You're smart. Yes, I was. You see, when you reach a certain age your parents just organize these kinds of parties to shove suitors at your face each half an hour or so. I needed a break."

“Oh. You don’t seem fond of the attention.”

"I'm not. People still can't get over the fact about my mixed upbringing." You took off the shawl that was covering your shoulders, and let it fall on his lap. Viktor was still shivering slightly, the air of the night getting colder as time passed.

He wanted to ask what you were referring to, but you interrupted him:

“If you’re going to stay here, wear it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“But—” You shook your hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the gift, Viktor. It’s the best I’ve been given in a long time. Thank Heimerdinger too, please.”

Viktor nodded and you said your farewell just as the same male voice entered the balcony.

You encountered him midway, dragging him away from Viktor.

“Yes, Father?”

The man sounded angry. Viktor could hear the disdain in Erik Ventos’ voice even from he was sitting, back hunched forward so he could hide better.

“Were you talking with someone?”

You laughed. “Oh, dear Father. Don’t tell me you have too much to drink again. Or it’s that you just like to nag at me?”

“Don’t try to act cocky. You left Yael from house Kiram all alone an hour ago!" Viktor heard your father whispering at you, a voice full of poison. "Is this how you pay for everything I've done for you? You're just an ungrateful brat."

Viktor closed his eyes while listening to that. His parents never talked to him that way, he couldn’t believe that some people would treat their own family in such manners.

“If you want me to marry him so badly, then go make the deal yourself,” you spitted out back, shoving him aside and walking away.

Erik Ventos followed you, stomping like a wild animal, the noise getting further away until all that was left was the crickets singing on the lonely balcony. His hands were tangled in your shawl, thinking that he was going to stay there a little longer, childishly hoping you would come back.

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[viktorybell]

Tight Spaces

Jayce x Viktor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (EXACTLY 3.8k I will never achieve this again.)

Warning: slightly suggestive at the end, but that’s it

Ask:  is it ok if i request some poly jayce and viktor x reader? if you dont do poly just jayce is fine =] maybe the reader is an artist and they love drawing their crush(es) but because theyre a journalist they cant normally show off their art, but while at the lab one day, the other notices their sketchbook and asks to flip through it - and reader, forgetting that its a sketchbook and not a notebook for articles, says yes. after that, everythings up to you >=]

You’ve always been good with tight spaces. It’s part of what makes you one of Piltover’s most prolific reporters. You’re willing to go places that the majority of the prim n’ proper Piltover journalists wouldn’t dare. Which is partly because you grew up in a shabby neighborhood on the edges of the Undercity and partly because you were just a damn good reporter.

Growing up in the Undercity was integral for developing your reporter skills. You didn’t have many toys or trinkets to fill your time with, so you found alternative ways for filling your afternoons as a child. Alternative ways meaning snooping. Creeping around the Lanes and finding new hiding places. Unseen and unnoticed places where you could camp out for an afternoon. Your favorite spot had been a gap in the wall behind Vander’s old bar. You’d sit there for hours, drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick while listening in on the dozens of conversations that felt infinitely more interesting than your life had at the time.

Your start in the Undercity also helped to endear you to a certain renowned inventor with similar origins. 

You were in his lab now, sketching out the shape of him and his lab partner where they’ve been hunched over a complicated set of blueprints for the last hour. This is usually how your sessions worked. With you wandering aimlessly around their lab while they bounced between assignments and answering your questions. The drawing was a more recent addition to the routine, though.

Viktor, who was from the Undercity despite the two of you having never met, was a dream to draw. For as much of a show he put on trying to scare you away during your first report, those sharp angles softened pretty quickly when he realized you didn’t startle easy. His long legs and messy hair just inspired the artist in you in a way that you hadn’t felt since you were young. It was like coming home after so long being stuck in the stuffy yet isolating atmosphere of Piltover.

Then there was Viktor’s partner, Jayce Talis. Jayce didn’t feel familiar like his counterpart, but was intriguing and alluring all the same. Where Viktor’s shape took form in sharp, wispy lines, Jayce’s were sturdy and bold. He was comforting and bright, like sunshine after a storm. And wasn’t that the most fitting way to describe it? Jayce had been full of apologies and little jokes during the first meeting between you three. Where Viktor was a little less than welcoming, Jayce doubled down on friendly smiles and encouraging pats on the back.

Not that either of them could scare you away now. You’ve moved far past the awkward first few interviews, your questions stilted and the atmosphere tense with the distrust coming off of Viktor in waves. It was hard to keep up with how many pieces you’ve done on these two so far, you stopped counting when you ran out of fingers to count them on.

Somewhere between your first article on an exclusive Hexbros interview and the piece you’re currently working on talking about the environmental benefits of Hextech technology, the three of you grew close. Viktor was comfortable, like sepia memories drenched in nostalgia. He was a man from the Undercity through and through, tough and resilient despite all the odds. Then there was Jayce, who was his opposite in every way besides how much he cares. He hadn’t needed more than a day to win your favor, it was like he always knew what to say to you. It did things to your brain. Hence why you’re sitting on the couch in their lab and scribbling down their likeness instead of pestering them for answers like you should.

“It’s been an hour and I’ve answered maybe a question and a half for this piece. Should I come back when you two come back down from outer space?” You call out just loud enough for them to hear as you put the finishing touches on your sketch.

“Sure, let me put a pin in our progress on life-saving, world-changing, investigative technology for your silly newspaper questions,” Viktor hums sarcastically, rummaging through his desk drawer for something. To his right, Jayce’s stomach growls loudly.

“Maybe a break wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Jayce grins sheepishly at you while you’re holding back a laugh. “Science can wait for lunch time, right?”

“How quickly you abandon our team when your stomach’s involved,” Viktor comments while moving over to rummage through Jayce’s desk now.

“Hey! I’m not abandoning anybody, ok?” Jayce scoffs, folding his arms defensively. “And besides, Y/N’s a part of the team too at this point.”

“For putting up with your never-ending appetite?” Viktor grins slyly at Jayce.

“I was thinking more for putting up with your attitude, but…” Jayce has to quickly dodge the balled up paper that Viktor beams at his head. It does nothing to dampen the goofy smile that’s burning your eyes from the sheer warmth and fond exasperation it exudes. “Hey! Stop screwing with my stuff!”

“I wouldn’t have to screw with your stuff if you just kept the lab tidy.”

“You’re messier than I am!”

“You cannot prove that.”

“You wanna bet?”

“Girls, girls! You’re both equally as disgusting as the other! Can we stop arguing now?” You groan, shutting your sketchbook and setting it on top of an identical notebook. Identical except for the paper inside that was lined instead of blank. You tried to keep your reporter’s notes and questions separate from the drawings you did as a hobby. Especially when your hobby mostly consisted of drawing the two other men in the room. “What’re you looking for, Viktor?

“My toolkit. The one I use for detailing,” Viktor huffs, knocking the desk drawer he’d been digging through shut. Both you and Jayce could tell in the tense line of his shoulders that he was actually getting frustrated now.

“Do you remember where you put it last?” Jayce asks, his voice softer as he steps closer to Viktor. You don’t think either of them even notice, but as Jayce moves in, Viktor unconsciously sways towards him. For as much as they bicker like an old married couple, they care deeply for each other.

Maybe it was your reporter’s habit of looking into things too much and drawing conclusions, but you’d thought the two were an item. FOR MONTHS. It’d been earth shatteringly awkward when you called Jayce ‘Viktor’s boyfriend’ in front of them and they had instantly stopped their playful arguing to stare at you, jaws dropped. You’d stopped talking outloud about the conclusions you drew from their behavior since then. For your sanity.

Which was probably for the best seeing as, despite their insistence that they were just friends, the two had obvious feelings for each other. It was clear in the way they spoke to each other, understood the other’s eccentricities and adored them for it. You got the feeling that the two didn’t get to fully be themselves often, making it that much more of a privilege that you can sit on their couch and be a part of it, no matter how minor. There was a sick jealous part of you that squeezed in on itself as you watched Jayce rest a hand on the side of Viktor’s arm. You weren’t sure who you’d rather be in that moment, as Jayce leaned in just that much closer, lowering his voice until it was soft enough only the two could hear it.

Notebook. Yes. Reporting. Mhm, yep. You were here to write a report about Hextech. You should probably stop gawking at the two and actually do what you’re paid to do.

Tearing your gaze away, trying to ignore the pit of longing in your gut and give the boys some privacy, you absently reach for your notebooks and pens and they topple to the floor. You roll your eyes as your favorite color pen rolls under the lab’s couch.

Figures.

Getting on your hands and knees, you stack your notebooks and set them back on the coffee table. Then the hard part. You try and slip your arm under the small gap between the couch and the floor. It’s dusty and you try not to think about what you’re touching until you grab something decidedly un-penlike. Wondering what sort of horrific artifact you’ll find under the couch that has clearly never been cleaned under, you’re surprised to pull out the missing toolbox.

“Good find, Y/N!” Jayce cheers, making you jump where you were still kneeling in front of the couch. Turning to look, you find both men staring at you. You hadn’t even realized they stopped talking to watch you fighting for your life trying to find your pen. Aw, damn. Your pen…that thing’s gone forever now.

“Go figure, looking for my pen and I found your toolkit,” You chuckle goodnaturedly as you stand up from the floor, dusting yourself off.

“Our little lab good luck charm strikes again, however can we repay you?” Viktor teases, him and Jayce headed over to your side of the room now. Whatever Jayce had said to him certainly seemed to put him at ease, your face going red as you played Viktor’s words over and over in your mind. You could think of a couple ways he could repay you. Shit, focus, they’re both staring expectantly.

“You can repay me by getting some actual work done while I grab us lunch,” You make a big show of rolling your eyes as you hand over the box. Viktor gasps in mock offense while Jayce makes puppy dog eyes at you.

“Aw, you’re leaving us?” Jayce whines. “But I didn’t even get to read through your notes yet!”

“There’s not even notes to look through yet, we haven’t gotten anything done this last hour,” You point out. Jayce sighs dramatically, his big, sad eyes still staring pathetically back at you. Incapable of resisting, you grab a book off the table and shove it into his chest. “Here, you big baby. You can look through my old notes while I grab you ungrateful wretches some food.”

Jayce flutters his eyelashes and hugs the book to his chest, “Awww, you always know just the things to say!”

Viktor glares over at Jayce, “What? That’s not fair, what am I supposed to read?” Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you watch Viktor swipe the other book off the table.  

Drawing Viktor and Jayce in the lab wasn’t just a random thing you decided to do today. Your sketch book was almost entirely filled with different sketches of the men from almost every time you visited the lab for the last six months. If either of them looked through your sketch book you’d probably have to quit your job, move countries, and then completely change your identity so nobody will ever know you’re the poor schmuck falling for the brightest minds in Piltover.

“Not that one!” You yelped, quickly trying to snatch the notebook back from Viktor. Unfortunately, Viktor shoots his arm out of reach lightning fast, filling you with dread. Both men look at you in shock. Which quickly gave way into the most devious smirks you’ve ever seen.

“Why? What’s in here that you don’t want us to see, hm?” Viktor practically purrs, half lidded eyes making you stutter over your words.

“What? Nothing! Give it back!” Making another grab for it, this time Jayce swipes it from Viktor and lifts it high up above his head. You could kill him.

“Hmmmm, I dunno, Viktor. Sounds like there’s something pretty important in here,” Jayce has his free hand on his hip, carrying on a casual conversation with his partner as you jump up and down. You’re getting nowhere with snatching your notebook back. “Maybe we should keep it safe while our darling reporter gets lunch?”

“Oh how kind, Jayce! You wouldn’t mind, would you, doll?” Viktor hums at you. He’s not hiding his amusement at your struggle at all as Jayce chuckles and wiggles the book out of your reach.

Your face is burning from the energy you’re wasting trying to jump as high as you can and also because maybe you’re a little flustered. You’d almost missed the pet names the two had given you. Almost. It wasn’t helping out with your situation at all, though. Focus, time to think of a different tactic.

Neither inventor was prepared for you to take a running start and leap onto Jayce.

“Woah!” Jayce borderline squeaks as he immediately lets go of both books to wrap his arms around you. His big, strong arms that are built with muscle from all the time he spends in the forge. Big, strong arms that are wrapped around your waist to stop you from slipping where you're hanging from his shoulders. You almost don’t even notice that he dropped your books, too caught up in the sheer heat radiating off of him. “Are you ok??”

This hadn’t been your plan.

Originally, you had planned to just climb him until you reached the book, but now with your notebook free and one of the two most handsome men at the academy holding you tight…could you really call it a failed plan?

Right. Jayce asked you a question. And he was staring at you in shock. Viktor was doing the same. OK, yeah, time to be normal. You could do that…right?

After untangling yourself from Jayce’s arms and hopping to the ground, you snatch up your notebook and give the boys a sheepish smile.

“Oh geez, no idea what came over me, guys! Probably just hangry, I’ll go grab that lunch now, enjoy the old notes!” You manage to just duck out of the room as both scientists open their mouths to say something. The bang of the lab door slamming shut has never sounded so sweet before.

It’s a herculean task to not replay that awkward interaction over and over in your head. Feeling tortured as it plays through again and again in your mind’s eye, but it almost feels worse when you try to think of anything else.

You shake yourself mentally as you stand in line at the academy’s dining hall. Yes, you’re the world’s most socially inept reporter. BUT at least you grabbed your book and prevented the world from ending via your stupid crush drawings being exposed to said crushes. Flipping to a random page in your book, you nearly drop it when you open to lined paper and a paragraph detailing the top ten most unconventional uses for Hextech.

The book slams shut, your shaking hands doing so on impulse. Quickly you tear the book open to another page, maybe you were seeing things. It’s an interview on Viktor’s work ethic. Another page. A think piece on Jayce’s past and how it led to where he’s at today. Another page and another and another.

You grabbed the wrong book.

From behind you a student clears their throat, asking if you were gonna move up. The dining hall continued to slowly shuffle forward like your entire world didn’t just stop. On autopilot, you stumble to close the gap in the line, muttering some half-assed apology as your mind reels.

The notebook for your reports was here, which could only mean that your sketchbook was left behind with the last two people you’d ever want it to be left with. There’s no chance in hell they aren’t flipping through it right now and laughing over how hopelessly and desperately in love you are.

To your agony, the dining hall line was steadily shortening, even as you do your best to drag your feet the entire way. You were dreading coming back to the lab.

Maybe there was a chance they had opened to a life drawing of Piltover.

Yeah! Maybe they opened to a less damning picture and decided to respect your wishes for your sketchbook to remain untouched. You were worrying over nothing. It’ll all turn out fine in the end. Probably.

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“Did you really draw all of these yourself??” You hadn’t even been back in the lab for five seconds before Piltover’s golden boy was in your face, holding a head shot of himself that you’d done in graphite last week.

“I quit. Find a new reporter who will pick up your stupid lunches.”

“Oh, Jayce, leave them alone,” Viktor looks entirely too amused where he’s sitting with his legs crossed. Jayce is leaning against the desk to Viktor’s right and flipping excitedly through the pages. “This is obviously personal to them.”

“What? My private sketches that I never let anyone touch? No, go ahead,” You shrug your shoulders, unpacking your bag on Viktor’s other side. The knowing look in his eyes was making you twitch, so you refused to look at either of them.

“These are incredible, Y/N. Seriously, I’m floored,” Jayce gushes, passing the book over to Viktor.

You fight back the urge to throw Jayce’s lunch across the lab and sprint out, never to return. “It’s just drawings, Jayce.” You mutter through gritted teeth. This was like torture. There’s no way in hell they didn’t know you had a crush on the both of them by now.

“Don’t sell yourself short, now,” Viktor hums as he thumbs through the pages and stops at the one you did today. Through the messy bits of his hair that are constantly falling into his eyes, he looks up at you. Almost right through you, honestly. It’s like he can see through your act, the way you play unbothered when you’re nothing but a hot mess inside. His golden eyes are piercing from this close, and when he points back to the drawing, you’re almost relieved at the excuse to look anywhere else. “There’s obviously a lot of passion that goes into these, hm?”

“Stop fucking with me, Viktor,” You grit out, not even pretending to keep yourself busy with the lunches anymore. In your ears you can practically hear all the blood rushing to your head. It’s fucking with your head, you don’t know what Viktor’s up to and you just want the games to be over with. You’re so busy glaring daggers at Viktor that you don’t even notice that Jayce has shifted from his partner’s side to right behind you until he places a gentle hand on your waist.

“Fucking with you? I’ve done nothing of the sort,” Viktor hums. The corner of his mouth twitches up as you jump at Jayce’s touch, and you almost don’t hear him add, under his breath; “Not yet anyways…”

“We just wanted to thank you for all the lovely art work you’ve made of us,” Jayce’s voice comes from directly beside your ear, and you absentmindedly sway backwards. Leaning into where you can feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Good lord, does he always run this hot? You feel like you’re melting. “That ok? You gonna let us thank you?”

“I - well, I wouldn’t say no, but-” It felt like your head was spinning. Jayce was practically snug against your back at this point, Viktor smirking in front of you while watching you slowly lose composure. You try to gather yourself enough for a full sentence, “Wait, I’m sorry. I’m confused. You guys aren’t…weirded out?”

“Of course not,” Viktor assures you as he takes one of your hands and uses the desk to help push himself to his feet. “I like getting to see this side of you. For someone who spends all their time digging into other’s secrets, you aren’t very forthright.”

“Although I kind of wish you had felt comfortable enough to show us yourself. I’m sorry you grabbed the wrong notebook,” Jayce says, pressing a kiss to the top of your shoulder. An action that nearly wipes every thought from your brain clean. There’s absolutely no way this is actually happening. You’re half tempted to pinch yourself.

“I wanted to,” You blurt out, the words surprising you with how much conviction you put into them. Once they were out in the air, you found that you meant them. The words came out easier this time, “I just didn’t know how. Honestly, I just felt like an asshole for assuming you guys were a couple and didn’t want to make things awkward again.”

You can feel more than hear Jayce chuckling behind you. In response, Viktor shoots him a fond look over your shoulder. You’re more than a little bit lost when Viktor makes a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.

“Ehh, about that.”

“What. What?? Have you two been messing with me this entire time??” You try to turn around in Jayce’s hold, catching a glimpse of his red face before he turns you right back around.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” Jayce reassures you. Huffing and leaning back into where Jayce is standing sturdy and strong behind you, you raise an expectant eyebrow at Viktor. “We really were just friends when you asked if we were dating.”

“It’s just your little comment made the both of us realize we wanted something more than that,” Viktor is staring into your eyes again, although the golden hue’s less piercing this time. His eyes are full of intensity, but less like an interrogation this time and a bit more smug. Like everything was falling into place exactly how he wanted it to.

It took a large amount of restraint to hold back from yelling out a triumphant ‘I KNEW IT!!!’ Instead, you settled on “Oh? And where do I fit into all of this?”

Like a cat who got the canary, Viktor’s smirk widened. Apparently that had been just the right thing to say.

“Where you’ve been fitting in this entire time, my dear,” Viktor purrs, almost closing the gap between you two as he places his hand on your waist, opposite of Jayce’s.

“Right here next to us,” Jayce finishes Viktor’s thought, and you wonder if they rehearsed this beforehand. Not that you had much time to wonder after Jayce started placing a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck, effectively killing any and all brain function you had left.

Your head was still spinning but in some weird way you were growing used to it around your two muses. Fortunately, you’ve been growing fond of their brand of chaos. There wasn’t anybody else in all of Piltover or the Undercity that could leave you reeling like Viktor and Jayce. It was almost suffocating, the heat being generated from where you were stuck between the two of them, but you found yourself rather enjoying the feeling.

Afterall, you’ve always been good with tight spaces.

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Viktor x gn reader (arcane)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It wasn't very often Viktor was denied things, being a very important scientist. It seems he's grown too used to it.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 684 ~ crackfic!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: probably ooc

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i struggled on the math part lol (also inspired by "what difference does that make?" in the bridge scene after vik visits singed)

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"Hey, love?" Viktor calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" You reply mindlessly, taking another sip from your coffee.

"Could I have another koláč?" It was has hardly a question that required an answer for him. The only thing the koláče were in danger of was shortage, and the only thing he was in danger of was mild discomfort. The pastry's crumbs would, perhaps, get stuck in the corners of his mouth and the jam's texture might cause him a bit of trouble. All in all, though, it was mighty worth it.

What he doesn't expect is for you to say, "No."

The only thing you can hear is the padding of his little socked feet before he's a the kitchen doorway looking at you as if you've just betrayed him. "What?"

"You've already eaten so many."

"Wha–no, no I haven't." He denies it through his teeth. He could only have eaten like, one or two, at most!

"Okay, darling, let's see, I made a dozen." You begin.

He follows along, "Uh-huh."

"And I've eaten one. There are five left." Now he wasn't following. There were five left? "Do the math for me. You're the scientist!"

Viktor doesn't roll his eyes, even though he would've if the circumstances were different. Okay, twelve minus one minus x equals five. That means he's eaten six. No way he's eaten six. He does the math again in his mind once, then once more. But you were right, he was a scientist, he had to have had the math right the first time.

He doesn't realize it, but he's spent several minutes silently blinking as he registered the answer.

"Vik? You got that result for me?"

"Six." He says, like a good boy. He's eaten six.

"That's right." You reply immediately, tapping your finger in the air. "You've eaten six. Not only is that gluttony–"

"It'd be the last one." He reasons, "I swear."

"No, my love." You shake your head at him disappointedly and the shame begins to set in. "Your teeth are gonna hurt and you're gonna complain about it."

"I wouldn't complain!" He argues quickly, "I'd figure out a solution myself."

"How?"

How. That was the question.

"You're a scientist, Vik, not a dentist. Not to mention you'd continue asking for more." Viktor's lips open and close like a fish, but words do not come out, so you continue. "All I'm saying is that when it comes to this, your promises aren't so valuable."

"What? H–" He chokes on his own spit and has to bite back the feeling of sourness in his throat. "How dare you!"

The tantrum that boils up within his body doesn't help his case, though. He was a scientist, it was only a logical thought, objective. On the subjective side, no that wasn't true! But again, it wouldn't help him. So instead of that approach, he crosses his arms over his chest, the only sign of protest he thinks he is able to afford, and says, "It'll be the last one. I'll hold myself to that promise."

"Really?" You say. He can hear it in your tone that you seriously doubt his promise and tries not to take offense from it.

"Really." He replies, totally serious.

What he didn't know, what he hadn't realized, and what mostly tipped the scales in his favor, was that he was pouting. You could even hear it in his voice. It was awfully cute.

You sigh, "Alright."

"Really?" He blurts, shocked despite putting up such a "good" argument.

"Really." You affirm.

Viktor grins, covering the distance between you with short, quick steps. His excitement spills over the edge in the form of a laugh so angelic and joyous the following complaints might be bearable. Then, most graciously, he cups your cheeks and presses a big yet quick kiss upon your lips. "Thank you!"

"You know, my love, I will always make more." His joy was so contagious you couldn't help but laugh. "I just need you to exercise a bit of control."

If it meant he could keep eating koláče, he'd do it. "Of course."

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5 Acts of Love♡

Ft. Viktor

Viktor x GN! Reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1k

Part 1: Physical touch

It has been a stressful week for you and Viktor. Him with his endless experiments both in and out of work, along with piling up paperwork he seemed to neglect. You are helping him with said experiments and being Heimerdinger’s assistant on top of that! You two were juggling so much that you both haven't been able to see each other. Yes you two may live together but arriving home at different times with one always being asleep, it seemed impossible to have down time between you two. The stress had peaked when Jayce noticed that you two had stayed in the lab for 3-4 days straight. He immediately told Heimerdinger that he needs to give you a few days off to rest fully, he did the same with Viktor as well. Though neither of your brains seemed to take the word “break”, very well. Jayce went to check on you and Viktor to see if you two were actually resting only to discover that neither of you have. The eye bags had been worse than ever! Jayce had himself and Sky remove all projects and experiments from the shared home despite you and Viktor moaning in protest but your bodies were too exhausted to actually cause a halt in their removal. After a few hours, Jayce and Sky had finished their removal now it was just you two awkwardly sitting on the couch. Not knowing what to do with yourselves, you just sat in silence. Your eyes peaked at Viktor from the corner of your eye only to see him looking at you, quickly glancing away only to hear a snicker from Viktor,

“We are acting like awkward teenagers on their first date” his comment had broken a smile onto your face.

“Well we haven't really spent time with one another outside of work for…” you tried mentally counting but ultimately gave up, “a while…'' Then you hear Viktor sigh.

“I know it's been very long since we have actually done something with one another.”

Silence once again fills the room, your eyes looking around the room then you spot something, your eyes light up like a shooting star. The expression is not going unnoticed of course. Viktor then follows your movement as you turn on the record player and music begins to fill the room with a soft tune. He follows you with his eyes, the ones that you have fallen in love with. You walk closer to him and lay down on the couch and stare at him. The warm smile that fills his chest with warmth, the kind of warmth you only feel with someone you love. Your movements broke him out of his daze as your arms were opened wide for him, he knew the signal and it was for him to lay down. He did just that, he got comfortable in your awaiting arms. He placed his ear over your heart so he can listen to the rhythm he loves to fall asleep to. He closed his eyes as he placed a hand around your torso to keep your body closer to him. Both your legs intertwined with one another and your body's heat seeped into his making him sleepy. After a few minutes he felt your fingers glide through his hair, oh how he loved it when you scratched his scalp and played with his hair. Feeling your fingers press into his scalp and drag gentle lines, he gently moaned at the feeling. Viktor also felt the way your chest expressed laughter at his sounds but he could care less. In the moment you consumed all of his senses, your hands running through his hair, your scent filling his nose while he dug his face deeper into your neck (accompanied with a small giggle from you as he knew that place was sensitive), the way your heart beat. He wanted to be surrounded by you and only you, you are the most valuable thing in his life. So moments like these are what he cherished the most. He felt your other hand move from his shoulder to his leg and began to massage it. After a while he felt you move which woke him up as he had started falling asleep in your arms. You kissed his hair line then his forehead and then gently kissed his lips. The way your lips had both fitted each other in a perfect way, the softness of yours against his own, your taste, it wasn't frantic like when something was wrong. It wasn’t filled with lust like when you two were having sex. It wasn't quick and light like when it would be a fleeting kiss before work, no it was gentle and slow. This kiss embodied the love you two had for one another, the pure feelings you two felt for one another. Breaking away from the kiss he looked up at you with adoration, how had he been so lucky with you? All his dreams were about you, all his thoughts were about you, his senses filled with nothing but you. He sighs happily as you kiss him again in the same way, his heart beats faster but he smiles happily while kissing. You feel him smile which makes you smile in turn, then you laugh. Your laugh is contagious as it makes him laugh as well, the purest feeling of love was there. It will always be there in silence around others but by yourselves? It was so pungent that it could make people melt with joy. You shift so you're more comfortable but Viktor still has the ability to hear your heartbeat. You just held him closer to your chest as he held you just as tender and close as you. He feels your fingers thread into his hair once again and gently scratch his scalp. Sending him into a hypnotic state that lets his exhaustion take over.

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Sitting and Waiting // Viktor

Viktor x GN!Reader Ficlet

AN: unedited and unrevised. this is just something i was thinking abt. pure fluff. i love this man, he is so precious to me <3

you’re sitting with viktor. he’s working on some hextech device that you don’t recognize. he has been for two and a half hours.

you’ve spent that time half reading the text in your lap, a tragic piece of classical literature, and half mesmerized by the intricate work of the long, thin fingers belonging to your lover.

your own fingers are curled gently into his pants pocket, a way to hold him without interrupting his process.

another 30 minutes pass before Viktor places the contraption down, looking satisfied with his progress. his hands lift over his head and he stretches, arching his back in a way the reminds you very much of a cat. then, he turns to you, blinking owlishly before speaking.

“how long have you been here?”

the question isn’t accusatory. it’s almost sympathetic. ‘how long have you been waiting’ is the meaning that echoes behind the words.

“not long at all. i brought you coffee, but it’s probably cold by now” you smile and kiss him on the cheek.

you don’t mind waiting for him.

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[balsamfir-fics]

On Companions(hip)

Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader

Genres: Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, cat dad Vik, soft comfort, domesticity

Summary: Having a workaholic, unintentionally absentee significant other wasn't quite what you dreamed for yourself, but it sometimes had its perks -- the most important one of all being freedom. You leave Viktor to his own devices (literally) at the lab, and he leaves you alone to spend your after-work hours however you please.

One evening, he comes home to find that you've brought another handsome fellow into his household, one that you insist is here to stay whether Viktor likes it or not.

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: Viktor gets a cat. Enough said. Cross-posted to AO3.

Viktor's arrival is announced first by the thud of his workbag hitting the floor, and secondly by his wary, incredulous question: "what... is that?"

You glance at the front door from where you're tucked cozily into the couch, while you stroke the chin of your new, handsome side piece. For a brief second, you allow your eyes to meet his, forcing your gaze to seem entirely innocuous. Then you turn back towards the fireplace, not stopping your ministrations for the world, and privately smirk to yourself.

"Come on, Mr. Science. You know what this is."

The door shuts behind Viktor with a soft snick. Then you hear the muted clack of his favorite and well-word shoes, the drumbeat of his footsteps harmonizing with the tempo of his cane.

"I can see that it's a cat," he says, and the footsteps stop. You look up again, smiling slightly at him with that same fake-open look on your face. He tilts his head and shoulders slightly so to get a better look at the unexpected biological specimen in his living room. "And a rather large one, at that."

"Mister Tiny doesn't much appreciate your assessment of his size," you lilt, voice taking on the air of a butler relaying the words of your liege. Then you address the creature directly. "Don't you, Mister Tiny? Don't you?" The coo of your voice is saccharine-sweet, pulled an octave higher by your sheer delight. Mister Tiny doesn't mind the sudden affronting pitch to his sensitive ears, not when he gets an extra-intense round of cheek scritches in the process.

Viktor doesn't move. "That's very well," he says distractedly. "But why is it... here?"

You get up at that, standing with the (admittedly) rather heavy cat scooped into your arms. With careful steps you walk over to Viktor, eyebrows and the jut of your chin gesturing for Viktor to touchthedamnfluffythinghe'ssosoft, but the love of your life refuses to rise to the bait.

"Oh, come on," you sigh in mock exasperation. "I know you love animals, you big softie, I've seen you with the street dogs by the sewers and all the Academy stray cats. I just got you one of your own!"

This doesn't really answer his question that well; he knows you've wanted a pet in the house for quite some time, but he's forever been worried that he won't be able to take care of another life properly -- between his less-than-stellar health and his manic work environment, he's not really the type who can provide. But your words ring true; he has a soft spot for, well, soft things, and in the few times he's allowed himself some sunlight (not for a break -- heavens no -- but for thinking sessions, as those did not require pen nor paper nor chalk), he does seek out the various furry friends he's made over the years.

He likes company, truly. He's still astounded you haven't decided to break up with him yet, what with his terrible work hours (all self-imposed, mind you), but he supposed that he's been doing better. Before you, Viktor had only Jayce and Heimerdinger -- perhaps also a small collection of his admiring assistants at the university --so work and school provided him the companionship he so desired, and he camped out in the lab or in his office for most of his waking hours as a result. After he went out on a limb and very carefully asked if you might like to have dinner, you'd been by his side ever since and moved in at his request rather quickly. This incentivized him to be at home more often, forced him to shut his brain off and fully separate work from pleasure.

That being said, he hadn't expected a rather burly looking cat with the widest Cheshire grin to become his new housemate, and he worried immediately about the poor thing being alone while both of his caretakers left for their offices. It seemed... unwise to him, and you quickly pick up on the concern beginning to paint his features.

"Vik," you gentle, lifting up one of Mister Tiny's front paws to place it on Viktor's arm. "He goes for walks. That, and Jayce made him a pretty impressive cat tree with Hextech-powered robotic toys for him to play with while you two, I don't know, hunker down and scribble on chalkboards."

His eyes dart to you at that, then to the incredibly small paw denting his shirt. Against his better judgment, his heart melts, and Viktor reaches out a finger to stroke at the delicate fur on Mister Tiny's surprisingly small-for-his-size foot. You grin, knowing you've won, and knowing that Viktor will have company on the nights that he's in the lab alone -- when Jayce is way on Councilor duties.

"I may never come home to you if he's at the lab with me, you know," Viktor arches an eyebrow at you as he keeps stroking the small paw. He leans in close, angling his neck and pressing a pointed kiss under your jaw (Mister Tiny places his own paw on Viktor's cheek as he does this).

Cheeky, you think, and you hoist Mister Tiny up higher. "I'll believe that when I see it. You may be a workaholic, but Jayce tells me that as soon as you complete the goals you set for the day, you're out of there before he can blink. I mean, you tend to finish everything at near-midnight because you're an incredibly obnoxious perfectionist, but the lab has eyes, Vik -- and they know you can't get enough of me."

He ignores your assessment, presses a smacking kiss to the cat's head, then plucks the cat from your embrace to set him gently on the floor. You're immediately wrapped up into his arms, his body taking the vacancy left by Mister Tiny, and you hum in approval as Viktor squeezes you tight.

"What, not going to admit it aloud?"

He lets out scoff and shuts you up with a kiss.Having a workaholic, unintentionally absentee significant other wasn't quite what you dreamed for yourself, but it sometimes had its perks -- the most important one of all being freedom. You leave Viktor to his own devices (literally) at the lab, and he leaves you alone to spend your after-work hours however you please. One evening, he comes home to find that you've brought another handsome fellow into his household, one that you insist is here to stay whether Viktor likes it or not.

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[campbellschunkybear]

Vampire!Reader/self who was transformed years and years ago and only recently gotten over the grief for their normal life, meeting Viktor, a human, who is fascinating and intelligent and sharp-tongued. Viktor who isn't wary of them, doesn't question their refusal to go outside during the day, who takes the same evening courses between TA work that they take bc its easier to take classes at night. Viktor who is so so clever, dropping his realization that the reader/self is a vampire in casual conversation (but when they are alone, not in public, because he'd never put them in that position). He has so many questions, fascinated by their condition, how long they've lived, the means they go to feed. They never felt comfortable letting anyone know about their condition, but Viktor is so earnest in his desire to learn, not pushing when things ache.

Viktor, his own illness taken on fast, impossibly so, and who shares that he doesn't want to die. It's something you've spoken about before, Viktor's frustration with his body, but your own fear of yourself, of the regret, of everything you might be stealing from him if you turn him. His illness changes that. Thinking about him being Gone, just when you got him, hurts somehow worse than your own life being lost. You talk about it. Your fears and his, you want to make SURE he knows exactly what it would mean before he decides. He's certain. He wants you to turn him.

You make the day it happens a good one. Trying to ignore the strange somberness that permeates everything, you treat him to whatever he wants; fancy meals and drinks if that's it, a day out, visiting friends, anything. And when night falls, he's laid out in bed, a few towels down Just In Case, undressed and trembling but so sure, determination in those pretty gold eyes. The light is low, all curtains but the one facing the moon drawn, illuminating him in moonglow and city light. You ask him once more- you know his answer, and it hasn't changed. But it's one last out. He doesn't take it. So your descend on him, holding and kissing him, letting his tense body relax, soaking him in love and oxytocin, before finding his pulse and sinking your fangs into his neck.

Later, floating in the night air, you hold him as he learns to use his own powers, giggling at the way his new fangs affect his accent before he learns how to retract them. Vampirism doesn't take all his pains away, even floating weightlessly his bad leg doesn't move much, tense, and he'll still need his brace and cane. But he's here, with you, cool in your arms and positively glowing with new life.

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[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with a naturally strong s/o 👀

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Oh boy, if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with you before then he is definitely head over heels in love with you now!

The first time you show off your inhumane strength, Viktor is so flustered that he has to go out and have some fresh air.

Very impressed and proud to have such an incredible and amazing partner.

If you have a muscular physique, he loves admiring (read: ogling) them when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

Has literal heart eyes every single time you display your strength.

Will intentionally ask for your help with moving stuff around the lab just so he can admire your brawn and the light sheen of sweat coating your body.

You both like to play little games with each other, him by secretly looking at you thinking that you don't notice his longing gaze, and you by not giving him an inkling that you're aware of them and purposely showing off your strength in hopes of making him even more flustered.

He is fascinated by the contrast between your physical strength and the gentleness you treat him with. He loves knowing that he has a special place in your heart and melts whenever you give him a tight-but-not-too-tight hug or a pat on the back where it's obvious that you were holding back so as not to hurt him. You don't treat him like glass but hold back enough so that he isn't uncomfortable.

Gets as red as a tomato if you ever lift him up or carry him but savors the moment as much as he can despite his overall embarrassment.

Commits the feeling of your strong arms around him to memory each and every time he feels your touch.

Overall, he considers himself extremely lucky to have someone who is able to support him both mentally and physically and finds himself amazed by you every time he gets to witness your greatness.

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[schizoscribbles]

One Normal Night

                                           SCHIZOSCRIBBLES

Viktor x Reader

1-M!Reader 2-F!Reader 3-GN!Reader

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Synopsis:

Viktor passes out after a restless week at the lab, and you have to be the one to take care of him.

Warnings:

Angsty-ish[?]

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MALE READER

𝒯he door to the small apartment creaked open with a rusty sigh, the sound of Viktor's cane tapped against the wooden floors as he stepped through the threshold; a cough echoing throughout the home. Viktor sighed as his blurry vision made his steps wobbly as his physical strength depleted, soon he was out on the floor.

-

Viktor came to in his bed with his boyfriend, [Name], next to him in a chair. He looked like he'd been crying with his red puffy eyes and glittery cheeks, if Viktor hadn’t known he had been crying because of him, he would’ve thought he was beautiful. Viktor saw [Name] shift as he slowly woke up; Viktor smiled at him,

           “Hello, my love.” he said weakly, [Name]’s face contorted into a painful expression as he leaned forward to look at Viktor closely, as if observing him. 

          “Vik..” he started, “Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself?” Viktor closed his eyes as he felt [Name]’s hand caress his face, he let out a breath and opened his eyes. “I’m sorry, dove.” he said, nuzzling into his lover’s hand. “I just...It’s been hard to do anything other than work on Jayce and I’s hextech plans. I have to constantly plan out this speech or this event and on top of it all I’m working on the hex-core.”  Viktor let his thoughts spill out of his mouth like water to a broken dam, [Name] sat and listened to his struggles as he simply nodded in response. 

          “I...I truly am sorry, dove” Viktor said again, looking off to the side, “It's alright, Vik. You have nothing to apologize for.” Viktor looked back at him, “But, I have neglected you! I’ve been so caught up I haven’t been able to return home to spend time with you.” [Name] giggled to himself and leaned in to kiss Viktor’s forehead, “Honey, I don’t care weither or not you spend much time with me. I only care about weither or not you take care of yourself.” 

          Viktor leaned into [Name]’s forehead, not allowing him to back away; he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, and he kissed him. “First step,” [Name] said “take a bath, you smell like burnt rubber.” he giggled, Viktor rolled his eyes “That would be you, my dear.” they laughed at each other and soon [Name] was preparing a bath for his poor boyfriend and helping him take care of himself. “I love you, dove” Viktor said, kissing the side of [Name]’s head as he passed him to enter the bathroom; “I love you too, Vik” he smiled.

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FEMALE READER

𝒯he door to the small apartment creaked open with a rusty sigh, the sound of Viktor's cane tapped against the wooden floors as he stepped through the threshold; a cough echoing throughout the home. Viktor sighed as his blurry vision made his steps wobbly as his physical strength depleted, soon he was out on the floor.

-

Viktor came to in his bed with his girlfriend, [Name], next to him in a chair. She looked like she'd been crying with her red puffy eyes and glittery cheeks, if Viktor hadn’t known she had been crying because of him, he would’ve thought she was beautiful. Viktor saw [Name] shift as she slowly woke up; Viktor smiled at her,

          “Hello, my love.” he said weakly, [Name]’s face contorted into a painful expression as she leaned forward to look at Viktor closely, as if observing him.

         “Vik..” she started, “Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself?” Viktor closed his eyes as he felt [Name]’s hand caress his face, he let out a breath and opened his eyes. “I’m sorry, dove.” he said, nuzzling into his lover’s hand. “I just...It’s been hard to do anything other than work on Jayce and I’s hextech plans. I have to constantly plan out this speech or this event and on top of it all I’m working on the hex-core.”  Viktor let his thoughts spill out of his mouth like water to a broken dam, [Name] sat and listened to his struggles as she simply nodded in response.

         “I...I truly am sorry, dove” Viktor said again, looking off to the side, “It's alright, Vik. You have nothing to apologize for.” Viktor looked back at her, “But, I have neglected you! I’ve been so caught up I haven’t been able to return home to spend time with you.” [Name] giggled to herself and leaned in to kiss Viktor’s forehead, “Honey, I don’t care weither or not you spend much time with me. I only care about weither or not you take care of yourself.”

         Viktor leaned into [Name]’s forehead, not allowing her to back away; he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, and he kissed her. “First step,” [Name] said “take a bath, you smell like burnt rubber.” she giggled, Viktor rolled his eyes “That would be you, my dear.” they laughed at each other and soon [Name] was preparing a bath for her poor boyfriend and helping him take care of himself. “I love you, dove” Viktor said, kissing the side of [Name]’s head as he passed her to enter the bathroom; “I love you too, Vik” she smiled.

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GENDER NEUTRAL READER

𝒯he door to the small apartment creaked open with a rusty sigh, the sound of Viktor's cane tapped against the wooden floors as he stepped through the threshold; a cough echoing throughout the home. Viktor sighed as his blurry vision made his steps wobbly as his physical strength depleted, soon he was out on the floor.

-

Viktor came to in his bed with his partner, [Name], next to him in a chair. They looked like they'd been crying with their red puffy eyes and glittery cheeks, if Viktor hadn’t known they had been crying because of him, he would’ve thought they were beautiful. Viktor saw [Name] shift as they slowly woke up; Viktor smiled at them,

          “Hello, my love.” he said weakly, [Name]’s face contorted into a painful expression as they leaned forward to look at Viktor closely, as if observing him.

         “Vik..” they started, “Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself?” Viktor closed his eyes as he felt [Name]’s hand caress his face, he let out a breath and opened his eyes. “I’m sorry, dove.” he said, nuzzling into his lover’s hand. “I just...It’s been hard to do anything other than work on Jayce and I’s hextech plans. I have to constantly plan out this speech or this event and on top of it all I’m working on the hex-core.”  Viktor let his thoughts spill out of his mouth like water to a broken dam, [Name] sat and listened to his struggles as they simply nodded in response.

         “I...I truly am sorry, dove” Viktor said again, looking off to the side, “It's alright, Vik. You have nothing to apologize for.” Viktor looked back at them, “But, I have neglected you! I’ve been so caught up I haven’t been able to return home to spend time with you.” [Name] giggled to themselves and leaned in to kiss Viktor’s forehead, “Honey, I don’t care weither or not you spend much time with me. I only care about weither or not you take care of yourself.”

         Viktor leaned into [Name]’s forehead, not allowing they to back away; he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, and he kissed them. “First step,” [Name] said “take a bath, you smell like burnt rubber.” they giggled, Viktor rolled his eyes “That would be you, my dear.” they laughed at each other and soon [Name] was preparing a bath for their poor boyfriend and helping him take care of himself. “I love you, dove” Viktor said, kissing the side of [Name]’s head as he passed them to enter the bathroom; “I love you too, Vik” they smiled.

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[honey-tongued-devil]

⤝Writober - Day 4⤞

▶Writober Day 4 “This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, fluff, implied romanticism, during the timeskip ↠Character/s: gn reader, Viktor ↠wc: 550 words

▶“This is where the magic happens”

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You stare at the guy in front of you, busy fiddling with a heavy brass padlock. He doesn’t respond immediately, intent on nibbling on the inside of the cheek concentrated: he slides his fingers on the metal surface rhythmically to understand the arrangement of the small weights inside the lock, in a gesture so natural that you’re almost ashamed when you feel the blood rising to your face.

"Absolutely..." a firm wrist movement. "...not." 

Click.

The padlock opens with a small snap and the guy turns to look at you, the satisfied smile of those who haven't feared for a moment to fail in his intent. Viktor quickly stows the trinkets in a metal box -probably an old candy container- and opens the door of the workshop, turning a little friendly bow. You hesitate a few moments before stepping in, the dark room is illuminated only at some points by dim blue lights, such as clumsily fireflies hidden behind furniture and machinery of dubious nature.

The heavy door closes behind you and, in an almost mechanical gesture, the boy heads towards one of the light sources, lifting a rough, blue, small sphere that beats between the tapered fingers as if it was alive. 

"This is where the magic happens."

He sticks the gem in a small hole covered with circuits and the whole room lights up with a strong, blue light. Immediately you feel the skin hit by a static feeling, the hair of the arms go straight and your hair, suddenly light, follows your movements with slowness. Viktor chuckles with a hand in his pocket, noddin at you when finally his hand meets the object he was looking for. 

“Heads or tails?” He shows you a silver coin, then he flips it in the air, enjoying your expression the moment you realize it won’t come back in his hand.

"Is... isn’t there gravity?"

"It is not correct, gravity is still present. But it acts with such a meager force that it doesn’t affect bodies." He can’t help but smile, proud of that little workshop that for a year has turned into his second home. One by one he takes his fingers off the handle of the cane, giving himself a small push to rise in the air, with the nonchalance of those who have already done it a thousand times and another thousand will do it again.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"How?"

"Jump. Just jump."

And you do it. Your stomach tightens, your clothes lag behind your movements, your body suddenly seems to be swallowed by the void, and even if you try to move you can’t really do anything, soon finding yourself spinning without any dignity or control. The boy approaches and offers you a hand, holding onto a tube with the other one.

"This is embarrassing"

"It just takes some practice, c’mon. Hold onto me." And suddenly you feel like a child, desperately holding with both hands on Viktor’s arms, terrified that if he leaves you, you’ll get hurt.

But he doesn’t leave you. Instead, he puts his hands on your hips, and closes his eyes, enjoying the almost total absence of weight. You’re light. You’re alone.

Isolated from everything and everyone, in that small laboratory where magic is consumed.

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[thehistoriangirl]

Hello <3 Because I always find it to be such a sweet thing to take care of Viktor, could the reader do 'tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around'? It being sort of a thing that the reader just starts doing the actions that they know Viktor would have a harder time with. (Just like how taller people will get things from high places for shorter people). The reader makes sure he doesn't have to kneel or bend down because of his back and leg. Or walk to much (running around for him)

Hi! I'm so sorry this one took so long JKSHDJHFHJFHJ 🤡🤡 I hope you like it! ❤❤ *proceeds to run away*  🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️

All Our Ways to Say "I Love You"

Viktor x gn!Reader--------1K--------SFW

Tags: Domestic Fluff| Kinda cheesy I'm not sorry| Established Relationship

Viktor learned a lot of things every day.

It wasn’t just about Hextech. Perhaps, in the beginning, he’d been fooled into thinking all his meaningful discoveries were rooted in science and technology development.

But certainly not anymore.

Ever since enrolling into Piltover’s Academy, he must focus on his priorities: maximize his opportunities to climb the tricky social ladder so he could help the people in need as much as Viktor could have the ability to.

It took time—a long one— to comprehend his deeds were a result of love.

Thinking about his creations bettering the life of somebody in need made him feel a warm feeling in his chest, which he thought was pride and nothing more. 

Until that feeling appeared again. 

He loved his hometown, cherishing the memories, both good and bad, that shaped him into what he was now. He loved his parents and the way they went out of their built-in paths to show kindness to those that were seeking it. They were the ones that taught him to try and emulate it. He loved his creations and the knowledge, the discovery of new horizons. 

So, Viktor tried. He was never the one who had a wide social circle, but he was sure to treasure everyone that was persistent and patient enough to linger near his presence.

He spent time with Jayce sharing nerdy in-jokes while tinkering at the lab, helping him to solve a tricky equation. Particularly, he’d pour his actions into a particular someone: making your company for lunchtime, listening happily at anything you would enthusiastically be rambling about—more often than not, about things he didn’t even have a shallow knowledge about. But he’d ask, and he would delight himself in the sound of your voice explaining to him.

Before, Viktor had considered love to be a strange, cryptic world he wasn’t particularly interested to visit. Picturing all the tiring, tragic love stories swarming the opera functions; and the cheesy, totally unbelieving novels that book covers he only peeked on his way to the physics area inside the library.

But something stung deep inside his chest whenever he thought about you that way.

He had to venture into it.

And Viktor learned that love was, shockingly, everywhere around for him. In every heartwarming memory of his parents playing with him as a child, in his mother’s kisses and father’s hugs; in every nerdy joke said by Jayce accompanied by a pat on his shoulder. And of course, in each fleeting kiss, you managed to steal when he was working, in the shy way your arm interlocked with his when you were walking.

Viktor got uncomfortable with an open demonstration of physical affection, and he was still puke-inducingly nervous while thinking about saying ‘I love you’. For that, his way of showing love could be a little… particular, but that didn’t make it less special.

Nevertheless, love made its way.

You had a whole cabinet filled with little figurines Viktor tinkered in discarded metal foils, from butterflies to flowers, even some animals. He helped you fix broken furniture in your home and soothed you to fall asleep in those restless nights while reading out loud some random book he picked from his nightstand.

Mimicking him, you picked up similar customs. Love affirmations may be scarce, but it wasn’t uncertain that the feeling laid each time you guided him to stand tall against a wall of one not-so-crowded hallway in the Academy while you kneeled to tie his right shoelace.

“Ah—than-thank you,” he would stammer, his cheeks all red and hands grabbing the cane’s handle with extra force. You always considered it very cute.

He also considered how cute you were willing to run errands for him. To the laundry, to the lab to bring him lunch when he forgot to put it in his bag, and to make him company when he was going to work overtime. Even picking up some of his medicines—reminding him to take them when he was nose-deep into work.

You wouldn’t make him confess, but he liked your unkempt hair messed by the wind when you entered the lab, face flushed for the exercise, and the brightest smile he’d ever seen when your eyes set on him.

“I brought lunch!” you claimed, triumphant, raising a bag filled with food. Jayce would take one plate and disappear quietly—he would return in an hour and a half with some pastry for you and Viktor.

But now, with the lab all alone for you two, Viktor would clear his worktable to let you sit on it, your legs wiggling in the air as you two ate. Pretending any of you were looking at the other from the corner of your eyes.

While Viktor would reach out for things from taller cabinets to give them to you—why was your cereal always in the highest one?— you’d do the same to accommodate the freshly bought vegetables in the lower drawers inside the fridge.

Actually, you would change your clothes arranged in the closet so his things could be in the higher sections.

He noticed, of course. When you were squatting while looking for the matching top for your outfit. “You don’t have to bother with that.”

“I don’t mind. I like to do things to make you feel better. Because you make me feel that way,” you said. “Besides, it helps. With your leg cramps. I know because I massage you when you get all cramped out, so don’t lie to me.”

Viktor arched his brow, a crooked smile showing part of his teeth. He still smiled like his child-self would have to, and it always made you feel giddy.

“Such a bossy-boots,” he replied, half-choking with a chuckle. Viktor looked at your precarious position, so he reached to disarrange your hairstyle with his hand. “Your purple cardigan isn’t in there. I have it.”

“Oh?” your legs collapsed, and you were sitting on his shoes—you didn’t notice him walking so close. “With whose permission?”  

He shrugged, feeling your hands holding one of his legs and his cane. “Someone likes to steal my sweaters, so I thought it would only be fair.”

You giggled then, head tilting to one side to see him clearly. “I love you, Viktor.”

His face became a deep pink, but his golden eyes were gentle while scanning every feature as he would like to engrave you in his memory.

“You know how much I love you, don’t you?”

Your head brushed his pants as you nodded, and he cupped your hand resting atop his other one over the cane’s handle. “Yes, every day.”

Viktor hummed, proud and happy. And he was convinced the warm sensation pooling from his stomach to every part of his body each time he looked at you was love, too.  

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[lavender-dahlia]

A Cure; Part Five - Resolve (Finale)

Can also be viewed on ao3 here.

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They were frustrated. It had been a few days now and Y/n just couldn't seem to perfect it all the way. An assortment of small dots adorned their sides. Suddenly a memory racked their brain of the deepest parts of Zaun, not too long ago. They had seen a healer and how they added the last bit to their ailments. With a single drop of shimmer. Y/n eyes landed on the vile that Viktor had kept on Y/n's desk the entire time. They bit their lip in debate, eyes shifting to VIktors once again sleeping form before throwing all caution to the wind cause what the hell did they have to lose. They popped the vile open, dipping a dropper in and dropping a single drop into their serum, it mixing together and glowing lightly.

"Here goes nothing." They whispered to themself, sliding the new vile into the syringe gun and placing it against their skin again, not even flinching at first before wincing and throwing themself forward, teeth digging into their lip so as to not alert Viktor. They tasted iron but didn't back down until their body had stopped seizing. They huffed a bit before placing the syringe gun on their desk and lifting themself from their chair. They still had to wait fifteen minutes before checking their vitals so they decided to walk over to Viktor's side, brushing his umber hair from his face to behind his ear before resting their hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. Suddenly the door slid open, revealing a familiar girl. Y/n raised a finger to their lips in a silencing motion. They walked their way towards the girl, limping a bit but still walking. They motioned for her to step into the hall with them, letting the door slide shut again. Y/n smiled sweetly at the girl.

"What is it you needed Ms. Young, It's quite late, shouldn't you be home by now?" They asked.

"A-ah, well yes I suppose so, I just. I've been working on a project for a while now and I wanted to see Viktor's opinion on it." She said, a bit flustered. Ah, they understood the situation now.

"Why not I look over it? Y'know a proofread before you present to the big boss." They smiled, a hand extended. Sky hesitantly placed the blue journal in their hand and watched as they looked over it. Their eyes widened and their jaw dropped as they looked up at the girl. What she was designing here were theories for functional hextech prosthetics. Her main focus being in particular, a leg. "Ms. Young, I- I don't know what to say-" They admit. "Your work is remarkable, could use a few adjustments here and there but whose work doesn't. I Uhm, I'm very flattered by your interest in this subject particularly."

"Well, you and Viktor both have inspired me so I thought why not repay you in some way." She brightly smiled. "Also, I know about how you two care for each other, don't think I'm trying to step in between that in any way." She reassures, pushing her glasses up her nose, a bit of sadness in her eyes but in an accepting way. Y/n chuckles at her admission.

"I appreciate the clarification, Ms. Young. Please, never lose your spark." They say, giving her a small hug before waving goodbye and going back into the lad, the door sliding shut behind them, a smile nestled on their face. They were over to their desk and draw their blood, inspection it after. At that their eyes go wider than quarters. They'd done it. They had actually done it! And they couldn't wait another second.

"Vik!" They yelped out, quickly making a second dose and notching it into the syringe gun. Viktor rustled slightly but didn't make much else of a move. Y/n bounded over to him and knelt down taking one of his shoulders in their hand and shaking gently. "Darling, please I need you to wake up." Viktor's eyes slid open at this, a short cough coming out into his hand leaving a small bit of blood causing Y/n to frown. They swipe out a handkerchief from their pocket and wipe the blood from his palm before kissing his knuckles. Y/n then looks into his eyes with a spark. "Darling, I've done it!" They say excitedly. Viktor's eyes widen and he immediately fixes his posture.

"Really?" He exclaims in slight disbelief but that disbelief is vanquished by a nod of their head.

"I'll be open and honest with you, I did end up using a bit of that sister of shimmer you brought in the other day, but it worked! It really worked this time, I promise."

"Then what the hell are you waiting for, Солнечный свет?" He said with no falter in his words. Y/n nods and pushes Viktor back in his chair and he complies. They unbutton his shirt, pushing it aside being met with the sight of his metal spine brace. There was a patch of skin exposed near his hip and they rubbed the skin with the pad of their tub before placing the syringe gun over the cool flesh. With their free hand, they grabbed Viktors and looked into his honey-colored eyes.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch, so please bear with me," They warn, and Viktor gulps before squeezing Y/n's and nodding. They take a breath then pull the trigger letting the serum enter his bloodstream. A moment passes before he convulsed, letting out a scream of pain. Y/n dropped the now empty gun and wrapped their arms around their lover, holding him while he gripped the back of their shirt tightly. they caressed the back of his skull as the seizing dissipated, whispering sweet nothings in his ear until he was still, yet still hanging onto Y/n. "You did so well, look at that. My darling, my love. We just need to wait approximately fifteen minutes before we can check your blood, alright? Hang with me and don't pass out for the love of the gods." They say, just holding Viktor against them. They stay like that for the next fifteen minutes before Y/n moves and draws Victor's blood.

Regaining his strength a bit, he grabbed ahold of his crutch, making his way over to where Y/n stood, examining his blood sample. Once he made it to them, he slumped against their back, resting his chin on their shoulder and wrapping one arm around their stomach.

"So? what's the verdict, doctor?" He asks cautiously, yet still with a hint of humor. Y/n shifts in his arms to face him looking at him wordlessly, mouth agape. "That bad, aye?" Y/n buried themself in the crook of Viktor's neck.

"It's gone," They say almost in disbelief of themself. A knot in their throat forms as they begin to shake in their lover's hold. "I did it," They whimper out. Viktor rubs a hand across their back, on the verge of tears himself.

"You did it, my love. You saved me. And so many others." At his words, Y/n finally lets loose and cries freely into him. A tear rolls down Viktor's own cheek before he laughs lightly. "Let us go home, shall we?" Y/n nods into him. Neither of them cared for whatever else happened in the future, they had each other and that's all that mattered now.

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Scenario: Your heater broke and decided to go to Viktor

Viktor x Nb! Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: none

Note: this was suppose to be a long ass fic but i wrote it a while ago so im changing the title

Rapid knocking surprised Viktor. It was 2 in the morning who would be knocking at his door so early. To answer no one because Jayce sleeps so early and Sky shouldn’t know where he lived. He gets up tiredly from his desk and goes over to his door. He opens it and looks at who would be there and it was Y/n.

“Y/n?!”

They had been looking away from Viktor and had turned their head to look up at him.

“H-hey Vik…”

“What are you doing here??”

He looked at them more and saw they were shivering as well as being soaked. Had it been storming?

“M-my heater broke in the m-middle of the storm and thought I could come over but now that im thinking about it-it was a dumb idea”

“Yes incredibly dumb but if I were to send you back Jayce would murder me.”

He lets them inside. His apartment was fairly warm as he himself is a very cold person and can not keep body heat very well. He hears them sigh in relief with how warm his home is.

“Let me get you a towel”

He leaves to get them a towel and places it on the top of their head.

“I’ll also get you spare clothes, but first why would you walk to my place, we live very far apart?”

“Well I have only been here once before and didn’t realize truly how far it was till half way. You’re the only person I know who was awake at this time anyway. Hope I was not interrupting anything important”

“Not really I was just going over my notes.”

“Where is your bathroom?”

“Oh it’s inside my room, you can look through my things to find something comfortable to sleep in”

“Thanks Vik”

He watches you go to his room and he stands there dumbfounded. Out of all people he did not expect you to show up. You were Jayce’s ex but both of you ended on good terms so you were always at the lab. You would always help around and Jayce had made you get an assistant form since you were around so much. So technically you were also his coworker and not just his best friend’s ex. He had spaced out and walked to his bedroom momentarily forgetting you were there. He began to change and walked into the bathroom to see you shirtless. He yelps and covers his eyes, only to hear you laugh.

“Vik, I have the shirt on now. You can open your eyes”

He takes his hand away and looks at you with a light blush.

“Now that you’re here though, do you have a spare toothbrush?”

He nods and points to the bottom cabinets of the sink. He watches you get the toothbrush and then look up at him from the kneeling position.

“Nice bunny slippers”

“They are comfortable and keep my feet warm”

He huffs while you continue to tease him playfully. The both of you brush your teeth, then stand at the end of the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch” You both say simultaneously.

“I can’t take your bed Viktor, you already let me into your home and gave me clothes to use.”

“Well you are my guest so I insist you take it.”

“But wouldn’t it be better for your back if you laid in your very comfortable looking bed?”

“That’s why I got an equally comfy couch since my desk is by it.”

“Very smart but you should still lay in your own bed.”

You both end up just trying to convince the other to take the bed for 10 minutes until Viktor suggests you both just share the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, my bedroom is the warmest and also keeps in the heat but if we share a space then more body heat/warmth for the both of us.”

“Alright then.”

It was a little awkward laying down. He had been very stiff while laying there and he knows that you noticed.

“I don’t bite Vik, you can scoot closer”

He was practically on the edge of the bed and scooted in a bit closer. He heard you huff in annoyance. Hearing the sheets ruffle and move he half expected you to turn away or maybe even move to the couch since he was being fairly awkward. Instead he feels your arms wrap around his waist and pull him much closer to yourself resulting in him becoming the little spoon. He’s glad all the lights are off as he was blushing. He goes to say something only to hear your soft breaths hit the back of his neck signally you were asleep. He tried moving their arms but it resulted in them holding him closer. He lays there thinking about his predicament. The whole situation did not hit him till now. If he was being honest with himself, he had a crush on them. He was trying to ignore his growing feelings for them but it had not worked. He had hoped that Y/n had not noticed. When he saw you coming around the lab more, he was more than happy. It took a while for the two of you to warm up to one another but after that awkward stage you and him were very good friends. All his thinking had made him drowsy and he had fallen asleep before he knew it.

The next morning Viktor had woken up before Y/n. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned. He felt a weight on his chest and he looked down to see you laying on his chest. He had forgotten you were there, in bed, with him. He begins to mentally freak out as he attempts to gently lay you on the bed and escape from your arms. Except his attempts had woken you up instead. He watched you slowly wake up and look around then both your eyes locked. You gave him the warmest smile that had him melting.

“Morning Vik”

The sleepiness that had coated your voice had his heart beating faster than ever. How had he been so calm the night before?

“Morning”

He feels you get up off him and sit at the edge of the bed. Viktor was looking at you, the way his clothes had hung from your body. The way that both of your scents had mingled into one. You had always smelt of something sweet, like fresh honey from its nest. Or the smell of freshly baked bread. He was intoxicated off of your scent. He always wondered what you thought his scent was. He hadn’t realized he dozed off again until he felt you gently wake him up. Viktor groans in protest but eventually opens his eyes, only to meet with a plate of food. He didn’t even know he had all the ingredients for this to even be made.

“I’m heading back now so they can fix my heater as well as make sure there were no leaks. Thanks for letting me stay for the night Vik you’re the best”

He smiles as he watches you place his clothes to the side and leave. Now that he knows what it felt like to have you lying beside him, he wanted you to always be with him. He tasted the coffee half expecting it to taste bad but you made it just right? It was as if he made it himself…had you paid that much attention for small details? He swallows thickly…he does not know how much longer these feelings can stay down until they shoot out like bile from his stomach.

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