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ursawastricked · 1 year

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Distracting: Part 5

The Sun Chaser: An annual, 24 hour work day in the lab, used to catch up on any missed work time from the past year..and this is your first year joining Viktor and Jayce for it..armed with an ungodly amount of caffeine, excitement for time with his lab partners, and a crippling sense of shame for his newly found intimate thoughts of you, Viktor will try and make it through an entire day without thinking of you in that way again..at least not with you realizing..

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WARNINGS: Alcohol, mention of sexual acts, but mostly fluff and light flirting so have fun! part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

After another long shower, the third one that night, washing, rewashing, trying to scrub away any of shame that still coated the extent of his being. It had soaked far below his skin however, and had settled somewhere in his stomach, somewhere he couldn't run over with a loofa. But he would be damned if he didn't try. He stood in the kitchen, towel wrapped around his shoulders as he poked at some over cooked eggs on his plate, making every attempt to eat them as fast as possible after they had made a particularly squishy sound, and only further added to his shame. Oh that awful noise,

“Viktor, are you crying over your eggs?” Jayce asked, leaning on the counter edge, successfully getting Viktors attention as he had been hunched over, head in his hands for about five minutes at this point.

“What? No..just thinking” Viktor replied..in all fairness it was not a lie. He wished it was, because honestly not thinking right about now would probably save what was left of his sanity. He glanced at Jayce, taking what he realized was a coffee being offered to him, an offering he eagerly consumed, hoping it would jolt his brain into working order.

“Are you getting excited?” “For what?” “The Sun Chaser..” Jayce spoke the words like it was a legend, and in a way, it was.

The Sun Chaser, an annual tradition in The Hextech Lab. It was one, twenty-four hour work day, no sleep, non-stop make-up day, to push themselves ahead just a little bit and catch up on any work time lost over the last year. It was a night filled with workshopping, junk food, drinks..an ungodly and probably severely unhealthy amount of caffeine. But it was one of the pair's favorite nights of the year. The mixture of constant work, and sleep deprivation always made for a good time, lots of bonding, not to mention many many hours of laughing at jokes that probably aren't actually very funny.

“The Sun Chaser? Is that tonight?”

“Tomorrow, we have to prep Vik” Jayce chuckled, patting his shoulder and shaking Viktor a bit. “So you should get dressed, we need to go shopping. Here I made the list for this year,” Viktor glanced at Jayce, who held out a small folded paper, which he promptly plucked from his hand. He hummed to himself as he unfolded the paper, glancing over it for a little sneak peak into tomorrow's events. “Energy drinks, instant coffee, pastries, sweet milk,” he sighed constantly, already excited for that last item. “Booze, lemon juice..salt..what is all this extra stuff Jayce? Why would we need booze, a-and lemon juice?” “Oh,” Jayce blinked, uttering your name under his breath. “Yes..what abo-” Viktors sentence stopped in his throat..of course. You will be there tomorrow too. Of course you would, how on earth did he forget, “And..they asked for this? Why?” “Why said something about how booze would be fun as it got later, lemon for a chaser, and salt for before.” “They want to do shots?” “Sounds like it..oooo maybe they want to try body shots-” Viktor was quick to stop that idea, with a swift hard kick to Jayces leg. “OW!” Jayce howled out, quickly following it with a loud laugh as he saw that Viktor was now covering his head, shielding his entire upper body against the counter top.

“Oh this is going to be the best year yet!” Jayce cheered, shaking Viktor hard by the shoulders with a loud huff of excitement.

The clock rang twelve o'clock, and with it Jayce banged an obnoxious fake gong with a loud howl into the empty lab, you followed suit with your own, egging Viktor join in as well before you all took one long sip from individual mugs of coffee. The usual starting ritual for this thing, with one extra person this time around. “Hell yeah! Let's do this!” You call, quickly rushing to your notes and starting immediately, Viktor laughed, watching as you scattered away and quickly began his own work. A very pleasant beginning to the Sun Chaser.

Five hours in,

“Viktor! Viktor, can you come help me with something?” You asked, holding together two wires, observing how they resulted in a small spark. You heard the familiar click of Viktors cane against the floor before you felt the warm sensation of his body leaned over your shoulder looking down at your work. “What is it?” He asked, glancing down at your current project. You turn to meet his gaze, finding him much closer than you already had expected. He met your gaze, about half an inch between yourselves. Your cheeks grow warm, your mind stalling a little in its tracks as you watch his face stare back, maybe a little more surprised than you. He cleared his throat, catching your attention away from where it had settled on his lips. You flicker your gaze back to the device you have noticed was now smoking just a little from the unstable wires touching. “Oh shit..” You mutter, ceasing the connection. From next to your ear you hear the familiar sound of Viktors chuckle, right before he reaches over into the device.

“I see..You need me to hold these while you weld them together?” He assumed, but you again were not paying any attention, your mind a bit foggy from the smell of Viktors collogne wafting off of him. “Yes..” You whisper, finding yourself out of breath. You try again, inhaling and rephrasing the reply “Yes, you need to hold them for me okay? D-don't get burnt alright?” You remind him. And again you fight away a shiver when you can feel his chest rumble with laughter behind you.

Needless to say it took about ten minutes to finish the melding of the wire, all the while Jayce sat back in his chair, watching you with a familiar smirk. “Cute..” He muttered to himself, writing down a note in a little black notebook.

Nine hours in

You were eating your dinner quietly, a moment of shared silence while you took a much needed break. Viktor had taken liberties with the word “break”, hence why he was currently jotting down a theory he had in an almost full book of notes. But then the slightest movement caught his eye. He turned his head to look toward you, catching the tail end of your shiver.

He watched as you brought your hands up to your bare arms, rubbing them for some needed friction, the slightest bit of warmth. And before he could think too much about it he walks over, coat in hand before tapping your shoulder,

“Are you cold, děcko?” he asked, putting a hand on the back of your chair. You barely lift your head from your food to give him a little groan, rubbing your arms a little more furiously. “It's cold..” You reply quietly, resulting in a soft smile from Viktor. He nudged you with his coat, offering it to you,

“Here, until the heat comes on '' he said quietly, handing you the coat which to your credit, you stole away faster than he expected. In nearly half a minute you stood in front of him, hugging the coat around your form. It fit around you rather well in all honesty..but god this was a mistake.

Your body was perfectly tucked within something of his..he could feel his stomach tightening. And with the length of the fabric, it almost looked like you were not wearing anything under it- he needed to walk away. And so without a word, he walked away, very fast, to the bathroom, leaving you to settle back into your chair with a new found sense of warmth. Meanwhile, Viktor took the next fifteen minutes to try and cool down in the locked bathroom. Fifteen hours in

“Okay, okay, best shitty pick up line go!” You were all sitting around, about two shots in each. Jayce pointed to you first, “Go go go!” he chanted, watching as you chased your shot with an energy drink.You coughed a bit, tapping your chin as you tried to pick one, “OOOh I have it ok..” You turn to face Viktor, giving him a lightly goofy smirk, one you couldn't hold without giggling, “hey Vik..are you a triangle? Because, you would be acute one,”“What?” Viktor chuckled, watching as you nearly lost your mind giggling, leaning back against the floor as he began to mirror your giggles, “That..truly was terrible.” He sighed, sipping his drink and leaning back against his hands and watching as you began to wildly gesture to Jayce,“Ok now you! You go!” Jayce jumped at the idea, and quickly grabbed Viktor by the shoulder to get his attention, “Viktoooor..” Vik lazily turned his face toward his lab partner, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Do you have a bandage?” “No..why Jayce?” “Because I scraped my knee..falling for you~” Jayce cooed, leaning closer and swiftly giving Vik a kiss on the forehead before he pulled away, the three of you all bursting into tired laughter. Viktor took a brief moment, watching as you held your aching stomach, your hair splayed out on the ground around you like a halo..he couldn't begin to think about how pretty you were before Jayce caught his attention again. “Ok, Viktor..your turn. Best, shitty pick up line..go” Viktor blinked, trying to filter through any he had heard, at this point his memory was a little foggy, and now with booze in his body, he was having a harder time thinking of any he would consider particularly"shitty ".He grabbed hold of your forearm, with a little effort, hoisting you back up into a sitting position. You snickered lightly, leaning closer as he kept a firm hold on your arm, gazing into your eyes with a passion that had your belly fluttering. “You look familiar..did we have class together?” He asked, his accent thick and breath smelling of the rum you had been sharing. You give one soft chuckle, tilting your head in prep for the rest of this surely crappy punny joke, “Because I swear..” He leaned a little closer, your nose scrunched..but you didn't pull away, “we had chemistry.” He hummed, drawing out the end of the word a little and leaning close enough that your noses brushed briefly, right before he pulled back. You felt your cheeks burn, and you stared forward at him as he took a leisure sip of his mostly empty drink. His gaze flickered off you, toward Jayce who groaned loudly, “BOOOOOOOO!” “What?” “BOO that was gold, I said shitty!” Jayce protested, sending you to his side of the argument, “Yeah that was so good! BOO!” Viktor laughed, putting his hands up to defend when you tossed an empty can toward him, weak enough that it just bounced off him. Jayce watched as you both continued your little scuffle, a few kitten bats here and there as you debated what exactly made a pick up line, a good one. He quietly jotted down another little note, smiling softly to himself when he caught You and Viktor leaned over, laughing toward each other, your hand using his shoulder to support yourself.

Twenty hours in

Viktor was so exhausted at this point. His mind was barely functioning at this point, so he was working on auto-pilot, which meant only his hands and eyes worked in full. That's probably why when you asked him if he had an extra screw, he didn't respond in english..not fully. It was a mix of his mother tongue and a few english words half slurred in there. “What?” you giggle, leaning closer. He lazily leaned sideways to hear you better, “Hm? jenom chvilku..I will..” He sputtered off after that. You chuckle slightly, stealing some of his empty cans of soda away so you could sit closer on the desk. “Jenom..” You try to repeat. Viktors brain gets the little spark it needs, one that brings a little more consciousness to him and he turns to look at you, still tucked in his sweater and leaning a few inches away from touching him. “What was that?” He asked, putting a hand on your head to keep it from laying on his shoulder..at this rate he knew it would completely turn his brain off if he could smell your hair. “I'm trying to speak your language. You sometimes mutter under your breath while you're working, and it always sounds really pretty.” “Well, your accent is atrocious..” He chuckles, resting his cheek against his hand as he watches you mirror his posture again..it was becoming one of his favorite of your habits. “You need to stop enunciating so harshly..Jenom. Chvilku” He purred, saying the words slowly for you to repeat. “Jenom chvilku,” you chuckle, trying to mimic his accent. “What does that mean? Does it mean something pretty?” Viktor shakes his head slowly, his smile plastered on his face as he watches you exhausted form slump over the desk, “It means ‘just a moment’,” he replied, “something pretty would be ‘něco hezkého’, if you meant that literally” “I didn’t, but that still sounded nice” you mutter, smiling toward him. At this point the sun had risen again, but Viktor in his ever nocturnal nature had drawn the curtains, allowing for the softest golden glow to invade the lab. The gold color played well of Viktors features, his chiseled cheekbones glowing lighty, and his eyes almost the color of the lighting..it was warm and soft, sending a buzzing feeling into your chest. One you were only partly aware of how mutual the feeling was. “Do you want me to keep talking?” He asked, bringing his hands back to his work. His gaze flicked between yours and and his project,“Yes please,,” You mutter, resting your head on your folded arms, watching as he fiddles with the machine, letting his voice filter through your brain and numbing it beautifully.

Twenty-four hours in

You were out. Your head was heavy against the desk, your chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm, one that Viktor had been observing for the past hour. A full day of working had passed, just about, and he had finished all he needed too, even fixing one or two of your projects up for you after you had fallen asleep. Jayce was sprawled out on the couch, watching the clock and trying to finish his calculations. Though he had made sure to keep check on you and vik as he worked. Viktor was slumped over the desk, watching you sleep lazily, a dumb smile on his face as he fiddled quietly with your relaxed hand still laid out on the desk. He was gentle..simply fluttering your fingertips under his, experimentally brushing them against your palm from time to time. Your skin was soft, and while your cheek was flushed with exhaustion, all he could do was focus on how lovely you looked. The sun had snuck its way into the lab, and dotted along the desk, warming your skin and highlighting the shine in your hair. It was bliss, the kind that had him humming a little song from his home, imagining that he was singing to keep you asleep. It was a brief moment, a perfect ending to the long day in his humble, love sick, opinion.“Watches her sleep..” Jayce muttered, scratching down the note in his book. Viktor raised his head, swiveling it toward his lab partner to see him jotting down something again.“What? What are you doing?” “Adding to my list,” Jayce replied simply, giving Viktor an innocent look..one Vik was able to see past instantly. “What list..” He muttered, standing and taking a firm hold on his cane as he limped closer. Jayce chuckled, hiding away the contents of the notebook like a teen girl hid her diary, “It's private! Kinda, if you still wanna play the clueless act” He laughed, leaning away as Viktor went in to snatch it from him eagerly. The boys played this game for a few minutes, one minute Jayce offering the book, before pulling it away again and adding to an ever more impatient Viktor, who was now too curious to let something like this go. “You have been writing in this thing for the whole day-” “I've been writing in it way longer than that,” “How long?” “I don't know, a few months?” Jayce shrugged, trying to do the math with what little was left in his tired brain, that is when Viktor was able to steal away the notes, snatching them and leaning away from a weak attempt to get them back. He flicked open the small book, reading the first few lines, “What could you possibly be taking note of? ‘Pointed out a bruise on their thigh’, ‘fixed his hair’, Jayce what is thi-” Viktor lost his words half way through, his tongue feeling heavy as his overworked head began to place memories together..notes..he was nothing interacts between you two? Why? How many things have been written down? His eyes widened, ‘spent the entire party staring at them, and then stole a champagne glass they used’. His cheeks flushed, a mix of rage and embarrassment filling his exhausted body almost enough to spill over and lash out if his weak body would allow it. “Y..you have been taking notes? Why?”

“Research..thought you would wanna keep track of each little detail for later” “Jayce this is improper! Taking notes on my interactions?” “Theirs too,” Jayce corrected, watching as Viktor gave him a confused look, he pointed to the index on the first page, “Red is interactions you initiated, blue is when they initiated”

Vik looked at the pages, flicking through them quickly and indeed..seeing a mix of red and blue scrawled across the pages expances.He took a brief moment to read over some, ‘Stared at Viktor while he tested the Hexclaw’, ‘Asked if Viktor liked milk in his tea’ His cheeks flushed lightly, flicking through a few more pages before the pair heard you stirring at the desk.

Your head felt heavy, like it was full of rocks. Not only that, but your ears rung, as your eyes watered in protest of your current consciousness. It was not a good idea to be awake right now, however you had found that a desk was not a comfortable place to rest, despite how cozy Viktor seemed to make it look.

“Guys..? Is it over? Did we do it?” you ask, turning your head to look at your lab partners. You for a brief moment can't make out what is happening, seeing only a blur as Jayce struggles to his feet, and Viktor hurries to put his hand in his pocket. When your vision clears, you see them looking at you, a little too surprised for your liking. “What..?”

“Uh..nothing! Nothing! Just..packing up” Viktor barks out, rushing to grab the things still left on his desk. Jayce follows suit, packing his bag at a speed that leaves you trying to catch up,

“OH!” Jayce suddenly pipes up, interrupting as you try to wrestle your notebook into your bag, “You're still sleeping over at our place today right?” He asked. Viktor froze..his hands stalling over the zipper on his satchel as his mind tried to double check what he was hearing. ‘Sleeping over…at our place’..

Fuck.

You were.

Two days ago, while planning for The Sun Chaser with you, Jayce had offered for you to crash at their shared apartment the day after, seeing that your apartment was much further from the lab, it would be best to sleep in their apartment and not risk passing out on the way home.

“Yeah! I got my pajamas packed and ready in my bag!” You reply, smiling as you start to make your way to the door, following close behind an exhausted Jayce, and behind you..a much more awake Viktor.

A very awake, and very screwed Viktor.

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pluto-supremacy · 2 months

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Viktor Headcanons: dating a ftm!disabled!reader

➼ This is a very self-indulgent set of headcanons as a disabled trans man, but hey I hope you enjoy!

➼ Reader doesn't have a specific disability, I'm trying to be as general and inclusive as possible so a wide range of disabled persons can relate

➼ No beta we die like Silco

➼ Warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

Mobility aids out the wazoo laying around you guy's room. Canes? Check. Walkers? Yep. Wheelchairs? You bet. Crutches? I could go on here people

He learns everything he can about your disabilities. I mean everything. Mans is staying up til the wee hours of the morning reading up on how to help you, general limitations from the disability, etc.

Will remind (and force) you to take breaks

"My love, you've been on your feet far too long. Sit down, I'll go get you a glass of water"

You're gonna have to do the same for him too, Viktor doesn't know how to take his own advice

The shower of course has a shower chair (if you need one) with everything within reach

Viktor keeps a section of clothes set aside for your bad dysphoria days. Whether that means baggier clothes, long sleeves, backup binders, his clothes that he always catches you stealing. Anything to try and make you feel more comfortable in your own skin

If you bind, he reminds you to take binding breaks. He'll make sure you can run off to your shared room to take that breather and not have to worry about people staring at you

Keeps easy food to make when you both don't have the energy to make anything

Your guy's bed? The comfiest ever. Lots of pillows, blankets, anything to help your joints and help you feel comfortable

Heat intolerant? Ac is cranked with fans. Cold intolerant? Well now it's the opposite

Uses his experience with hextech to invent new devices for you to help

"I know you said that you were struggling with your heart rate, so I made you a monitor. Small enough to wear under your shirt and it logs everything for a week so we can write it down. It also tells you what you were doing when it spikes or drops. Need some help putting it on?"

He's the first one to advocate for you, and the loudest. A building isn't ADA accessible? Oh, he's on it. Someone is being ableist? He has a sharp tongue and if all else fails, he has a cane too

You're both always there for the other's doctor's appointments. Viktor will drop his work to come with you (which is saying something since he'll deny food, water, and rest to continue his work)

He has a little trans pin on all of his clothes, it's one of his little ways to show you he loves you

If you ever get gender-affirming surgery, he's now doing his absolute best to take care of you while you're recovering. No heavy lifting, helping you get dressed, setting alarms to give you your prescriptions, fluffing up pillows (since you will be on bed rest for a while, doctor's orders), anything and everything he can do to make the healing process quicker and easier for you

"Y/N, if you try to get up one more time I will have to tie you to the damn bed. The doctor said no strenuous activity and to rest for a few days minimum. Rest, please"

Will loudly and aggressively correct people when they misgender you on purpose (he's nicer about it when it's a pure accident)

Can, will, and has yelled at your doctors before. Whether it was an appointment for your disabilities and they refused to take you seriously or if a doctor is 'not convinced' you're trans. Needless to say you never had to see those asshole doctors again

Helps you decorate your mobility aids, whether that be stickers, covers, or making add-ons for them (like a secure bag holder on your wheelchair, for example)

While Viktor isn't really one for shopping, he will happily take you to different shops to try and find you clothes that make you feel comfortable in your own skin. And of course afterwards you guys go out for a little treat, like ice cream or coffee

#arcane #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor x you #viktor x male reader #headcanons #viktor headcanons

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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Your being

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ESPECIALLY WITH THIS

Viktor(Arcane) x FTM! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tw: Mentions of Dysphoria, Mentions of being ashamed for being trans, some self-hate, Reader is on T, Reader is Pre-Top Surgery but is getting it, Needles, maybe ooc Viktor(?), The word trans is never used it is always referred to as “this”(makes sense in the context), Viktor got cured

A/n: HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY! Yes I know I am a little late on this but I still wanted to put something out there as a trans guy. This fic is based on a lot of my own emotions with being trans and how it’s caused me to view myself but also how I’ve grown from my past views of myself causing me to not be ashamed of myself and just let myself be me. And if anyone wants to hear any funny stories from my trans ass I would be more than willing to share them as there is a surplus. So to all my fellow trans masculine folks I hope you enjoy this fic and I wish the best to all of you!<3

In the midst of pursuing the hexacore and building hextech with Jayce, Viktor had met you, a bookstore owner from the rim in which Piltover and Zaun met. You were far more intelligent than being a bookstore owner would let on but didn’t show it off not even being aware that you had it causing Viktor to take on an immediate liking to you as he would peruse through the bookstore on his way to the lab in the early mornings when nothing yet your shop was open. The two of you had become quick friends and then eventually lovers and then you found yourselves sharing an apartment for what you two tried to excuse as for “financial reasons” even though you both knew it to not be true. Your relationship had been built on trust which didn’t come easy for either of you and yet you had kept something to yourself for all the time you had been together you didn’t know why, you weren’t ashamed of it itself, but you guessed you were ashamed in your mind that it would never be the same after Viktor would know. So it was your secret you kept, Viktor never verbally questioned why would would sleep with your shirt on, why you would use a bathrobe instead of a towel, why anytime physical intimacy started to “heat up” you’d awkwardly would put an end to it, why some days you’d sneer at anything that had a glossy enough surface to see your reflection, why you’d have to stab yourself with a needle full of some mysterious medicine(of course in the beginning he did question that one in concerns of your health and safety) and other attributes that for most men wouldn’t make sense. And you were so thankful for that so you kept your secret you knew it would never last but being with Viktor was sweet bliss so you’d enjoy it while it lasted. However you got a letter in the mail regarding top surgery you had spent years saving up for it your hands shook opening the letter terrified of what the surgeon had wrote and reading it you dropped it on the desk, heart surging, tears starting to well out of your eyes, and a huge smile found its way onto your face. They said yes. They said yes. The approval of the surgery. You’d finally be rid of the flesh on your chest that you so much anguish, the flesh that you detested would be replaced by two scars that would mark your struggle and victory. But as you checked the time you realized you were going to be late opening the shop you quickly stuffed the letter in the desk not thinking much about it running off being sure to lock the door behind you racing down the squeaky hallways.

Hours later Viktor arrived home shockingly early for him, you hadn’t even been home yet the reason he was home is he realized that while working on the hexacore he had some papers in the desk that could assist. He briskly walked over to the desk, his cane letting out soft sharp thuds against the wooden ground arriving at the desk. He opened the drawer and grabbed the papers without a thought rushing back to the lab even though it caused a thrumming pain in his leg. At the lab he slowly sat down in the wooden rolling chair he sifted through the papers reading each one carefully under the little lamp desk till he arrived at a letter confused. He read the first line and his heart dropped. It read your name and the words “ your surgery has been approved”. Viktor immediately stood upwards stumbling forgetting to grab his can but using the desk as support. He didn’t read past the first line but he knew what it meant or at least what he thought it meant. He grabbed his cane hurdling himself out of the lab barely remembering to lock it behind him he headed towards the apartment you both had called home, he knew at this time you’d be there. And he knew you, he knew that you would only get surgery that was essential to you which in his mind left only one possibility you were dying or could die without the surgery which broke his heart. Why would you keep something like that from him, especially knowing that once too he was a dying man. It also hurt him that it felt like you couldn’t rely upon him he would gladly pay for it then and one hundred times over after all hextech did make him and Jayce more wealthy and even then he could emotionally support you, be an anchor if you needed it. He wobbled up the uneven stairs and down the hall of the apartment building quickly unlocking the wooden oak door to your home while still having the letter in hand. Opening the door he saw you sitting on the couch curled up reading a book. He barged through the door slamming it behind him making you aware of his presence.

“ Hey Vik-“ You started to say before getting cut off by Viktor.

“ What is this?” He said sharply holding up the letter in his free hand giving it a slight shake angrily. Your eyes became as wide as saucers staring at the letter in his hand with fear as you bolted upwards your hands out in front of you ready to explain everything ready for your relationship to be over.

“ Look I can explain-“ You started once again before once again being cut off by the other male quite harshly.

“ How can you explain this?! How can you justify hiding this?!” Viktor responded bitterly, his tongue cutting sharp like knives.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t think it would ever get this far-“ You tried to say before Viktor interrupted.

“ You didn’t think it would get this far?! And what you're sorry you didn’t tell me you are dying!” He seethed out wrapped up in his emotions too wrapped up to notice the confused expression on your face.

“ I'm sorry, what?” You said dumbfounded and in utter confusion of his statement. Only saying this caused him to go on a rant about how could you not tell him and other statements along those lines. You went into your headspace trying to figure out what in the actual hell this conversation was about only to think about it more. Quickly you caught onto the fact that Viktor has always respected your privacy but a he must’ve accidentally come across the letter as it had been in the desk with some of his papers and had read it stopping after the first line for the sake of your privacy but also worry.

“ Viktor,” you started out sternly trying to make your voice as flat as possible. “ Viktor read the entire letter.”

Viktor just went silent his face still held bits of grief and anger but sure enough he looked down reading the letter his face remaining the same till you figured he came across the line “ the consultation before your chest masculinization subcutaneous mastectomy will be held on the date xx/xx/xxxx if you have any concerns or need to reschedule please respond back.” Viktors face softened with realization of your avoidance of being shirtless, or just naked in front of him for that matter yet unreadable as he finished the letter. He looked up at you. You thought you would be terrified and yet you felt relieved but you also felt grief mourning the relationship which you had thrived in wither away because of what you are.

“ I am sorry I lied to you, I'll pack my stuff and stay at the store.” You started remorsefully, your head hanging low, refusing to look at him chewing at your bottom lip in stress. The sound of his cane thumping across the floor matched your heartbeat and when he stopped in front of you the thumping stopped with both his cane and your heart. You almost jerked at the feeling of his strong thin hand that was placed on your shoulder waiting a second to see if you’d push his hand away from your shoulder to which you didn’t he stepped even closer sliding his arm around you holding you against his chest lightly to not scare you. While Viktor was touch starved it was often you who took charge grabbing his hand, pulling him into hugs and kisses all sorts of intimate moments but when he did take the lead it meant something it was his way of telling you that he loved you. And you could tell exactly what he was doing here embracing you gently enough where you could pull away at any moment if you so desired but hard enough where it anchored you there in that moment with him.

“ You never lied, and I am sorry my love I just worry for you.” The brunette male Sid squeezes you slightly for your comfort or maybe his own.

“ I am sorry I kept this from you but how can you still love me after knowing about this” you said wildly gesturing to your body still in VIktors embrace.

“ Because I love your entire being and this is a part of you so I love it as well.” VIktor stated warmly as if the sentiment was basic logic. But that’s exactly what you loved about Viktor is that to him his compassion, his love was just basic logic yet any other person would actually struggle to empathize and love at his level. And with the statement any of that shame that festered in you seeped out maybe not completely but you at least knew that you didn’t have to feel ashamed of it.

“ I love you so much Viktor.” You said squeezing you arms around him you could sense he flushed at the statemeant while he could say the sweetest phrases that mean ten times more than I love you to other people he himself could barely hear an “ I love you” without flushing and stammering.

“ And I you. And if you need me by your side I will be there.” He said squeezing you back the two of you standing there in the middle of your home just enjoying each other's embrace soaking in the love for one another.

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viktorybell · 1 year

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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.

#viktor #viktor lol #viktor x reader #viktor x male reader #viktor x gn reader #arcane #arcane x reader #lol #league of legends #lol x reader #male reader #gn!reader #this piece is so goddamn rusty #im sorry yall i havent written fanfic in over a year #mr viktor writes

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bullsandthebones · 1 year

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I keep seeing stories like "reader that's really into physical affection!!" and whatnot

I am not a physically affectionate person, not even to my friends. I'd love to be, but I just can't.

so I'm gonna make a few stories about a reader who isn't interested in physical affection, but does need to be physically loved at times.

it's not wrong to be uncomfortable with physical affection, it sucks that a lot of people act as though we're broken and need to be fixed because we don't like affection in that way. that's just not true.

#male reader #x male reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x male reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x male reader #frank castle x male reader #frank castle x reader #tangerine x reader #tangerine x male reader #lemon x reader #lemon x male reader #viktor x male reader #viktor arcane x male reader

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mang0tang00 · 2 years

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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.

#viktor #viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #viktor x reader #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #viktor x fem!reader #arcane viktor #viktor x gn reader #viktor x male reader

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specialgrades · 2 years

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viktor is so shy about sex, let alone his attraction to you. it became difficult for him to ignore it when you were in the lab with him on a particularly hot day; tie discarded and three buttons undone. it got truly impossible when you pressed against his back, head on his shoulder as you watched what he was tinkering with. the minute you left he couldn’t take it anymore, leaning against the desk and pumping his cock like his life depended on it. he truly did not expect you to slink back in and catch him in the act, or give him a sly smirk before leaning against the wall and telling him to keep going.

#✏️ ; works.#kinktober 2022 #viktor x male reader #arcane smut #arcane x male reader #arcane x male reader smut

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prettybrownelf · 2 years

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Take A Break

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Viktor x Male Reader

Summary- Viktor is practically married to his work, and you, as his loving boyfriend, are determined to get him to rest

Word Count- 1401

Content Warnings- Smut, Light Fluff, Praise, Hair Pulling, Teasing

Tired, he just looked tired.

Viktor had been sitting in that same chair in the lab for at least three days, working. His hair was unruly, falling in front of his face. His eye bags had gotten worse, and his eyes were bloodshot.

You stand up from your seat, yawning as you place your things down. “I’m gonna call it a night, Vik.” He grunts as a response as he continues writing. You peer over his shoulder to his little brown notebook; even his handwriting has gotten sloppy. “Maybe you should go to bed too, Vik; you’ve been working a lot.” He only stops writing for a second before continuing, giving his typical “I’m not tired.” and “I’ll sleep later.” You huff as you place a hand on his shoulder. “Viktor, your work will still be here when you wake up.” His hand stops, the pen resting in his skinny hands. He finally rests his shoulders, groaning a bit as he cracks his knuckles. His hand searches around for his cane as he stands. “Fine, we can go to bed.” You give a bright smile as you let him clean up things, making your way to your bedroom, slowly becoming Viktors as well.

Your body sinks into the large bed as you nearly fall asleep there, hearing the door creak open. Viktor steps in, seeming to check if you’re sleeping. You raise your hands and hold them open to him. A tired smile draws across his face as he gets into more comfortable clothes.

The bed sinks next to you as he puts himself under the blankets, hands immediately finding your waist as he holds your back against his chest. Viktor was taller than you by about five inches, so it’s no surprise when he rests his chin on the top of your head. You roll around in his arms, facing him as he puts his forehead against yours. He lazily wraps his arms around you again, mumbling. “Stop moving around.” You giggle at how his accent sounds when he’s tired. You run your thumb on his cheek as he slowly falls asleep, his chest going up and down slowly, but his grip on you never falters. You feel your eyelids get heavier and heavier as Viktor continues to mutter, clearly about to pass out at any moment. “I’m sorry if I worried you.” His eyes weren’t even open. You can’t help but smile at his tired form as you snuggle your head to his neck, letting his head fall on top of yours. He runs his hand over your hips slowly as he whispers in the darkroom. “My handsome man.” You blush as you also begin to fall asleep in his arms. Vik continues to whisper random things into the air before he finally falls asleep.

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The morning sun hit your back when you slowly woke up, feeling a cold emptiness in the sport Viktor should be. You sadly frown as you get up, throwing on whatever shirt you could find and your pants from yesterday, making your way down the halls. Blue light glowed from the lab as you frowned more.

Viktor stands, hunched over the table, writing something down as he looks over something. There has to be something to get this man to take a break. You walk over to the table, leaning on it a bit as you study his focused face. “Viktor, can you not take a break for once.” He sighs as he writes. “My work is important, dear.” You roll your eyes as you lean off the desk, walking around behind him. “You always say that.” “I know, but it’s true.” He seems to mumble out an apology as he writes. You stop and look at his lean form, going and resting your chin on his shoulder. Your eyes catch his pale neck as you shift your head. You can hear Viktor stop his sentence as his breath catches in his throat. You give a long lick to his neck as you kiss below his ear. Viktors hand begins to shake slightly as he slowly leans back into you. “My love, I’m working.” You take his pen out of his hand as you nibble on his ear, earning a groan from him. “Then keep working.” You slowly start to leave kisses down his neck, watching him close his eyes and move his head to give you more room.

“Can you please take a break?” You whisper in his ear, your breath catching as his hands grip your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips waste no time finding yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You let out a loud whine as your back hits the desk. The both of you ignore all the writing and books on the table as your hands find Viktors hair. He breaks your kiss for air as he grinds his clothed erection against your own, earning a low moan from your throat. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks, his forehead colliding with yours as you pant out his name. “For me to fuck you on my desk.” A smirk crawls across his face as he moves to your ear. “You naughty boy.”

You feel the burning in your stomach getting tighter. One of Viktor’s hands guides you out the door to the lab, the other finding his cane. “I’m not fucking you on my desk; too much work.” You can’t help but laugh as the two of you quickly get to your room. Viktor has you straddling him on the bed before you can say anything. You both promptly unbutton your pants as your lips collide again, Viktor cupping your cheek as he slows the kiss, softly deepening it.

The blood rushing to your head made you dizzy as Viktor moved you up to take his pants off. “You ready, love?” You nod, not trusting your voice in the moments as you take his vest and shirt off. “Eger, huh?” You flush as you take your top off, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifts your hips, his hands digging into your flesh as your foreheads pressed together. You swore you already saw stars as he pushed in slowly, holding you if you were going to break. You can help but whine at the pain you hide your flushed face in his neck. His chest vibrates as he laughs at your embarrassed face as he begins to move, his hands controlling your hips as you pick up on his rhythm.

Moans fall from your mouth as he starts to go faster, his own small pants joining yours. “If you keep moaning like that, the whole castles gonna know about this.” You honestly couldn’t care less as you scratched up his back, feeling his growl at the feeling. “Vik, please.” He knew you didn’t know what you were saying, just that you wanted more of him. He begins to run a hand over your hair as he puts his cheek against you, his mind slowly going blank from the pleasure. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” You feel him get sloppier with his thrusts as his grip on you gets tighter as his head rolls back, feeling you begin to shake against him. “Are you close, love?” You give a slight nod as the tightness in your stomach finally snaps, your hands gripping into Viktors hair, who groans loudly as he stops his thrusts, holding you against him.

Your body continues to shake as you feel him finish inside you, your own cum on his chest as he pets your hair. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you, baby.” Your brain finally calms down as you get up, nearly falling over from how worn out your legs were. The two of you clean each other up as you lay down again, rolling on top of Viktor.

“All of this just to get you to stop working.” He gives a goofy smile as he leans up and kisses you. “I know, I’m sorry.” You roll next to him, feeling him hold you close. “It’s fine; you can make it up to me by sleeping all day with me.” Viktor playfully scoffs as he plays with a piece of your hair. “That is highly irresponsible.” You smile and kiss the tip of his nose. “Since when did you care about being responsible?”

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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Hello 👋 well I saw that you had requests open and wanted to make one for Viktor (this is my first so my apologies if this is bad)

So I was wondering if you could do like a Viktor x Male elfen reader? Because I'm a nerd for anything and everything elf like so I was wondering if you could do that to?

I jus think it would be so cute if Viktor was told or found out that the reader was a elf and such, I just think that with him being into the science and magic involved with Hexteck that he would be so excited and it would be wholesome 👍

But no pressure to do this at all, just a little fun idea I thought of while stumbling upon your request post but have a lovely day!

Here it is, mate! I made headcanons cuz I didn't have an idea for a whole fic.

I don't know a lot about Elfs I'm sorry, I hope this makes you happy.

Fascinating// Viktor.

Viktor x male!elf!reader.

• Keepings things hidden from Viktor is hard, he is very observant.

• So after you become friends with him, his curiosity was more and more noticeable.

• " I don't want to sound inappropriate, but why have you never, how do I say this, uncovered your ears?" He asked casually when you were taking a break, his golden eyes meeting your gaze, you give him a soft smile.

"'Cause I rock this look, Vikky, If ain't broken don't fix it, you know " You joked, he chuckled softly.

• Hextech, his works involves magic, he needs to do research and oddly enough you seem to know a lot about magic.

• " How do you know all of this?" He asked, you looked down at your book.

"I used to read a lot as a kid" You said looking at him, he hummed softly and returned to his work.

• Until one day you stayed on the lab until very late.

"Um, hey—" Viktor was about to speak when he saw you, you looked at him, the night light making you look more majestic and mythical.

"Hey, Vikky, what do you need?" You asked softly, he got closer to you, he was careful.

"Your ears" He said softly, you gasped and covered with your hands.

"You didn't saw anything, I— forget about this—" You said quickly and covered your ears again, he looked at you confused.

"Why?" He asked, you looked away.

"You're not freaked out?" You asked him.

"Not really, I'm intrigued actually" He said softly his hand going to your hair again.

"You're fascinating" He said, you looked at him feeling your cheeks warm, his fingers moved your hair.

"I— I Have a lot of questions, I— gods" He said excited, you chuckled softly.

• He asked questions on the most respectful way.

•For your surprise he read a lot about Elfs and other creatures.

• You have the suspicion he was starting to know your secret a while ago.

"You're beautiful" He said softly, you looked at him again.

"It's the elf effect" You joked, he smiled.

"Even before I knew this, I- always thought you were really handsome" He said softly, you smiled and you felt your cheeks warm again, you were nervous but on the best way.

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A/N: HERE IT ISSSSSSSSS. I haven't wrote for Viktor in ages omg.

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godlyaffection · 2 years

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Good Morning <3

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(Arcane) Viktor x Male Reader

You think of yourself as the luckiest man alive to wake up next to Viktor every morning, but what does an early morning look like for the two of you?

No Warnings

A/n; This kinda turned into a Viktor x House Husband Reader but honestly i’m not gonna complain about that

– Viktor never went to sleep at a reasonable time. He was always staying up to ungodly hours of the night to work on something, so you either had to stay up late with him or go to bed without your partner.

– Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could drag him to beda little earlier than normal, but that was on rare occasions. You simply had to get used to going to bed without him, but after so long in your relationship he made it a priority that you would alway wake up in the morning with him. Which meant he always tried to make sure he came to bed at some point, so that first thing in the morning he was there for you, even if you hadn't gotten to see him the night before.

– Early mornings with Viktor could go one of two ways.

– Sometimes he would wake up before you. He would just lay there, watching you sleep. Sometimes he would run his hands over your face and stroke your hair. He likes to be close to you while you are sleeping, it makes him feel peaceful in a way nothing else can.

– Most of the time though you would wake up before him. Since he would stay up late he tended to get as much rest as he could get away with, of course if he had it in his head that he had to be at the lab an ungodly hour in the morning, then he would be up and there before the sun rose. But he normally just made it a point to be at the lab before Jayce, and Jayce wasn't known for being the quickest in the mornings so Viktor could get away with sleeping in a little.

– Sometimes, after a particularly long time away from each other, you would make sure Viktor would stay home with you. You would let Viktor sleep in as long as you could get away with, and then you would make him a lovely breakfast in bed, all of his favorites. You'd deliver it to him by putting on your sweetest voice and best puppy dog eyes, and ask him to stay home from the lab for the day. It wasn't just for you either. Viktor always needed those days too. And although he would never admit it out loud, he was grateful for you when you did it. He knew when his body was too tired and needed a break, but he could never convince himself to take it for him, it was like he was only allowed to take a break when he did it for his boyfriend.

– On mornings like those you and Viktor would normally laze around in the bedroom for a while, eating the breakfast you made and catching up on the previous day, or anything else going on that you hadn't had time to talk about yet.

– You would eventually have to get up, to at least get ready for the day, even if all your plans consisted of making Viktor relax for a day. You liked to take a shower first, and if you were lucky you could convince Vicktor to take one with you. On mornings like these, when you weren't both rushing to get anywhere, you could just enjoy the other's company so why wouldn't you spend as much time with him as possible?

– Vicktor didn’t mind most of the time, truthfully it makes it easier for him. He likes it when you wash his hair, having your hands run through his hair was always a welcome experience.

– You’d pick out the comfiest clothes you could find, which tended to end with you both in one of your shirts instead of Viktor in one of his own, and were ready to take on the rest of the day from there.

– A normal morning for the two of you was a bit more hectic. Not necessarily chaotic, but it always seemed to go by much quicker than you would hope for.

– Viktor was quick to get ready in the morning, he tried to put everything in a specific spot so he knew where to find it in the morning before heading to the lab. You thought it looked like a mess, but he swore there was a system to it, and he hasn't lost anything yet so you were normally happy to leave anything he needed where it was.

– You liked to help him with his clothes every day though. It made you feel closer to him even as he was trying to rush out the door. It could be as simple as laying out his socks, other times you helped him put on his vest.

– When you first started doing this, Viktor wasn't the happiest about it. He had it in his brain that you were only doing it because you thought he couldn’t, but after some reassurance from you he came to see that it was just a way you liked to care for him. Not because he couldn't care for himself, but because you loved him.

– VIktor likes to eat with you every morning. It is normally very quick and not a full meal by any means, but he’ll make you both something quick and you’ll both stand around eating whatever it is before he leaves. He likes cooking for you, but because of his late nights he can't make you much in the evenings, so he makes up for it in the mornings, even if it isn’t a giant meal or anything.

– Normal mornings with Viktor are quick and a bit all over the place, but you wouldn't want to change them. And when you get a calmer, longer, morning with Viktor those are nice too.

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katp4ws · 1 year

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Have a unfinished Viktor from Arcane fic

Viktor x Male Reader

🍁No one's PoV🍁

It was a sunny day today; the birds were chirping. Tinkering could be heard in the hex-tech laboratory, where Jayce was sweeping off dust from the ground. He wondered how it got dusty in the first place,

A series of footsteps could be heard, Jayce perked up and hit Viktor in the back softly so Viktor could spin his chair around to see who was walking in,

Heimerdinger and Y/N walked into the laboratory “Hello, Gentlemen meet Y/N L/N your new lab assistant and errand runner” Heimerdinger said smiling, and the H/C man waved at the two men,

The pale brunette man quickly went back to tinkering on something as the other man went to greet Y/N and introduced himself to the H/C man, “I am sorry for Viktor’s behavior” Jayce said,

“It’s quite alright” Y/N said, “Y/N can you get us a few cups of coffee?” Jayce asked as you nodded walking off to get coffee, “The new lab assistant is ehh how do you put it- *interesting*” Viktor said, “Is that an insult or a compliment to him?” The tanned man asked, the pale brunette didn’t respond he just went back to tinkering on something,

“The hex-claw should be working correctly” Viktor muttered and continued to tinker with it, “We should let Y/N test it out to get the Hex-Tech experience” Jayce suggested,

“That may be one of your only good suggestions” The brunette joked+, “Ouch” The tanned man said jokingly, the H/C man walked back in holding a tray of coffee and a few cartons of sweet milk,

“I don’t really understand how the two of you can drink this much coffee” Y/N commented, “Oh no Viktor usually drinks the coffee” Jayce said, “Ah I see” Y/N nodded and placed the tray down near the two men,

“Right! Y/N Do you think you can test one of our projects? Viktor here just finished tinkering with it” The tanned man said with a smile, as for Viktor he just gave an awkward smile towards the E/C man,

“Oh sure, I’d be fine with that” Y/N said and walked towards them, the pale brunette grabbed Y/N’s arm extending it so he can place the glove on the H/C man, you blushed slightly but ignored the feeling “It fits perfectly!” Jayce said smiling,

“I could’ve put on the glove myself” Y/N commented looking at Viktor, “Ehh you could’ve messed up” The pale brunette commented,

“I want you to motion your hand like you’re about to grab something” Viktor instructed, you nodded and motioned your hand like Viktor told you to do,

The hex-claw copied the h/c man’s movements exactly, “Now I want you to actually grab something,” The brunette said, “Grab my cane” he suggested,

Y/N nodded and was about to grab the cane before Viktor pushed the cane away with his good leg, “What are you doing?” the E/C man asked, “The cane was near me, and I don’t think you want the hex-claw to crush my head” Viktor answered,

Y/N nodded and grabbed the cane that was far away from the tall brunette “It works!” Jayce exclaimed, “Mhm” Viktor nodded with a smile as he was pouring an insane amount of milk in his coffee,

The day passed by quickly, the sky looked like a beautiful orange pink, more tinkering could be heard in the lab, Jayce had gone to a conference meeting

“Can you pass the toolbox?” Viktor asked not looking up from his tinkering, “Ah sure,” The h/c man nodded and handed Viktor the toolbox,

“Thank you,” The brunette replied and continued to tinker around with a project, he eyed to the side and saw the light fade away,

“It’s getting late. You should walk home” Viktor commented, “I’ll be fine, I can go home later” Y/N replied, “The dorm lobby closes at midnight” The lanky man replied,

“They do that?” The H/C man asked and looked at Viktor as he nodded, “Mhm so I suggest you go unless, you forgot your dorm number” The amber eyed man looked at Y/N,

“How did you know?” The E/C man asked, “I didn’t I just guessed” Viktor replied,

The lanky man stood up using his cane as leverage comfortably, “Shall we head out now, Y/N?” Viktor asked and Y/N nodded,

“Jayce wanted me to tell you that there will be a party in a few days, I expect that you’ll be going to the party?” Viktor asked as he walked over to the door, his cane clinking to the lab floor,

“That is correct,” The e/c man nodded and smiled slightly and opened the door for the lanky man, “Chivalrous I see” Viktor commented, a grin being placed on his pale features,

“Hah, I’m just being nice” Y/N chuckled softly and walked out of the door right behind the pale man,

“Indeed.” Viktor replied with a soft smile on his lips, The two walked to the h/c man’s dorm, having the occasional small talk but the air was filled with comfortable silence,

“Wait- How do you know where my dorm is?” Y/N asked looking up at the taller male, “Usually people who share a similar department are right next to each other and have to share a dorm” Viktor replied,

“Ah I see,” The shorter male nodded, “I was told I’d be sharing a dorm with someone; for all I know it could be ehhh you” The amber eyed man joked, which made Y/N chuckle, “Hah, maybe” the h/c male nodded and smiled slightly towards the pale man,

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ursawastricked · 1 year

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Little Distractions: Something off

This is the first of many one-shots within the same universe of my fic Distracting, I hope you enjoy, and my inbox is always open for ideas for more little distrations warnings: Nothin much, just silly pranksters being goofy (Sexual tension) word count: 697

You two had been acting strange all morning. He had noticed right away, when you and Jayce were at the lab before him, seeimingly you had been there far before Viktor, and that was not normal. He had been further suspicious now that you and Jayce were avoiding his gaze. Everytime he turned, feeling eyes on him, you would snap your gaze away, jayce would walk away, whistling to himself a fake song..yes Viktor had caught on. You strolled up toward Viktor, hands folded behind your back, and he had only noticed when you took your usual place on his desk, placing down a muffin infront of him, on his notebook. “A little rude..getting crumbs on my notes” He muttered, glancing away from his notes to look at your face. You smiled lightly, tapping the paper with your finger, “You havent eaten all day. Eat the muffin Vik,” You command, your eyes flickering with mischief, a challenge he had no knowlage of. He leaned closer, squinting his eyes at you in hope you would break. But your expression remained, no sign of giving up. “And if I don’t?” he could win this, he could avoid your little plan with a simple side step right? Whatever you did with that muffin, he could avoid it. This was Viktor we were talking about, the genius inventor who clawed his way to piltover, who studied his way to assistant to the head of the council, who was making the tech that was the future of runeterra..he wasn’t going to be tricked. You smirk..maybe he wasn’t so smart. This had not become an easy game, you were smirking and he could already feel his cheeks stinging, he leaned away, looking at the muffin and then you, then the muffin, “Eat the muffin..” You say again, he shakes his head slowly, maybe if he didnt look at you, he could still win this. You humm lightly, turning your body to stand infront of him. He looked at you, equal parts confused, and flustered by how you were looking at him..the heat in his face only got worse as you climbed into his lap. He sputtered out your name, as your weight settled in his lap and he shakily gripped the arms of his chair. You got comfortable, your thighs on either side of his thighs and your chest at eye level with him..this was ridiculous. His face was burning at this point, he tried with every cell in his body to not look at your swelling chest. You pick a piece of the muffin off the top, he hadnt even noticed that you swipped it off his desk. As you lean forward, you place the crumby piece of pastry to his lips, he freezes, staring at you for a brief moment before opening his mouth slowly,, allowing you to push the muffin into his mouth and for a brief moment, you fingertip touched his tongue. His eyes go soft, dazed at the idea that this is happening now, that your so close..his hand loosinign its grip on the chair as he considers holding your hip as it was settled so blissfully against his..then it hit him. He had expected a dull sweet taste, but what hit him was salty..so salty, so salty infact it stung his eyes. “What is this?” he hollered, spitting up the piece of muffin and putin ghis tongue out as the attreocious assault of salt in his mouth. He sputtered, as you began to howl with laugherm, Jayce quickly following in your final break. He grumbled, embaressment replacing what used to be an increasing desire to touch you. He rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back against his chair to stare at the ceiling.. “Is that my wrench?” he asked, now seeing that most of his tools were infact..hanging from the cieling. All of them.. Your laughter only intensified, your head throwing back and sending you falling to the floor, but lucky for you, you were caught by the desk. Viktor sighed deeply..yes, something had been off today..but perhaps it wasnt all bad.

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pluto-supremacy · 3 months

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Viktor Fic: Matching Scars

➼ As promised, an arcane character x reader fic!

➼ Viktor x m!reader, reader basically replaces Sky here. With some major differences of course. I won't give it away (you don't get dusted)

➼ No beta we die like Vander (at least til they finally release s2, November cannot come fast enough)

➼ Warnings: mentions of cutting (Viktor slicing his palm, the runes carved into his body) and a gun (the device he uses to inject the shimmer, couldn't think of a better word for it)

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Viktor steadied himself on his feet, holding the gun to his arm. Inside the device was a vial of shimmer, modified of course, the same vial that he used in his other..experiment. The same one that turned his injured right leg into the same purple hue as the vial’s contents. Singed was right, it worked. He no longer needed his cane, his limp that he was born with was finally gone. Now he just had to go a bit further, he didn’t have much time. Carved into his skin were runes identical to those on the hexcore. Finally, he pulled the trigger and waited for the pain, for the shimmer to course through his veins.

Only it never came. That searing, heart-wrenching pain was absent. As he unloaded the gun he checked the vial to see that there wasn’t even a drop of shimmer left. He was out. Going across the bridge to the Undercity again wasn’t an option. It was difficult enough to go through when the barricade first went up, but now with these carvings all over him? With his leg? Jayce wouldn’t understand. He’d simply have to go on without it, hope that the shimmer from his first test run was still pumping through his bloodstream and that he could withstand the process. Without any further delays, he took the knife and slit his palm, holding his hand out for the hexcore.

It was late at night. There should be no one to bother him. But there was. You were pacing up and down the halls just outside of the lab, rambling to yourself. "Viktor! Hey! I was just wondering if you'd mind looking over my notes- no, no" you sigh to yourself. "Viktor, I was hoping that whenever you're free, you'd be interested in- god I can't do this." This happened a few times before. Trying to pump yourself up to talk to the scientist only to chicken out before your hand could touch the handle. You've known Viktor since you were kids, you grew up in the Undercity together. Even if you two never got to spend too much time together, you've had your eye on Viktor for a while.

"No! No, not this time. You're doing this and that's final. So with no further delay, you finally laid your hand on the door handle, turning it and opening the door to finally ask Viktor out!

Only that didn't happen. Frozen in shock as you see Viktor with his hand on the hexcore, carvings littering his body, his injured leg an unnatural shade of purple and glowing, his hand taking on the same hue as he screamed in pain. Without thinking you lept forward, notebooks clattering to the ground as you wrapped your arms around Viktor's bare torso, trying to pull him away. "Viktor no! Stop!"

The longer you held on the more pain you were in, the more Viktor alternated between trying to pull himself off of the hexcore and trying to push you away. "Y/N, let go!" he yelled over the noise. Terror flooded his eyes as he saw the same purple scarring starting at your hands, the damned marks slowly creeping up your arms. His blood was fusing him to the wretched core, if this kept up someone was going to die. And something told Viktor that someone wouldn't be him.

Adreniline coursing through his viens and screams ringing in his ears, Viktor launched forward as far as he could, taking both you and himself to the ground. His hand was free, the hexcore rattling around violently as it ate away at the blood already inside it. Something deep within the arcane was calling to him, making the thought of leaving you and trying again cross his mind. That went out the window as soon as he saw you were hardly breathing. Not in good condition, but alive. That's all he could ask for. His own hand now had matching scars with both of your own.

He couldn't carry you, hell he could hardly carry himself. That didn't stop him from trying. Collecting his cane, he struggled to help you up and sling your arm over his shoulder. Slowly, oh so slowly, he hobbled back to his room, you leaning on him and Viktor heavily relying on his cane. Every so often you would groan or make some soft pained noise, causing him to whisper apologies. As soon as he reached his room he laid you down on his bed, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

"Y/N I'm so sorry...you were never supposed to get hurt..." his voice was shaky, trying so hard not to break and crack as he spoke. Weakly, you raised your hand to cup Viktor's cheek, a small smile spreading over your lips. "I'll take my apology by you going to dinner with me" you managed to get out between little gasps for air. It still felt like there wasn't enough air filling your lungs like a weight was placed on your chest. Turns out that weight was Viktor, he had leaned in to press your chests together, wanting to hear every word that left your lips. Despite everything, he found himself smiling right along with you, leaning his head into your hand. "I'll make us a reservation as soon as you feel better love."

Viktor pulled back, both to let you breathe and to collect his first aid supplies. He had been through this once before, and while there was nothing he could do to cure your hands, the kit had painkillers. The best solution he found was just moisturizing the scarred skin to avoid irritation. "Looks like you and I will be wearing gloves as a new outfit staple" he tried to lighten the mood, fetching a glass of water from the tap in the bathroom. He limped back to the bed, handing you the glass of water and two small pills. "It will help with the pain. The scars, however...from what I can devise they're permanent." You sat up slightly to take the meds, nodding along as Viktor began to expalin what he was doing with the hexcore. From the begining.

"...You're an idiot." You sighed, now lying in bed beside Viktor. He had gotten dressed, now in a simple shirt and pants. You were wearing one of his shirts as well, though remained in just your boxers. Pants would just make you overheat more. "You should've come to me, I could've helped. Or at least stopped you from your second attempt." Despite the light scolding you were giving him, he simply held you closer to his chest. "I didn't want to endanger anyone. Especially you" his voice grew quieter towards the end. Truth be told, he had a thing for you for a while now as well. Viktor was just afraid of messing up whatever was between you two. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was just looking out for you.

You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling steadily along with Viktor's. "Well we need to destroy that hexcore now. We'll deal with it in the morning. Together." There was no way you were leaving him alone with that thing again. "Together," Viktor agreed "Get some rest. We can have a late start tomorrow, lie in late for once. Goodnight, Y/N." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his good hand slowly rubbing up and down your back beneath your shirt. "Goodnight, Viktor." You whispered back, falling asleep in the comfort and safety of your new lover's arms.

Even if you now had some rather nasty-looking scars, you would have to say you wouldn't have it any other way. Viktor was still here, he wasn't a pile of ash, and even better he was here in your arms.

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