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togetherhearted · a day ago
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hey if you are still taking requests could you write silco,viktor,jayce with s/o who gets dizzy easily and has a tendency to pass out? thank you so much and have a great day!!
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Thanks so much for waiting. I hope this is fine ^^
SILCO,VIKTOR AND JAYCE'S/O GETTING DIZZY EASILY
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-Even if he should be used to this by now seeing you lose your consciousness still puts him in distress.
-When you go outside, he sends his goons with you; in case you don't feel well and need assistance. Silco always packs snacks and so for the walk.
-If you feel well and go out on your own, you can feel someone watching you...
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-Whenever you don't feel well he stops working and check on you. He doesn't panic but prefers to know you're ok.
-If you faint, he immediately calls the doctor or Jayce to carry you to bed.
-He tries to craft a balanced diet for you, but he's a scientist, not a nutritionist. You appreciate the effort but prefer to seek  professional help.
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-This sweet man almost fainted as well when you lost consciousness for the first time. He immediately looked for a doctor and never left your side.
- Carries you "princess style" as soon as he sees you're not feeling well. He doesn't leave you even if he has a counselor meeting. You stay on his lap, much to everyone's embarrassment.
-You have to reassure him you'll be ok.
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bitesizedgremlin · a day ago
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Viktor with an S/O Struggling with Depression
A/N: As most of y’all know, I’ve been struggling lately. So, I decided I’d write some headcanons to help combat that a little. If you’re in a similar place mental health wise, I hope these help you feel a little better.
Small TW for talk of depression but there will be no mention of self harm
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- He notices the change in your behaviour immediately
- You’ve started staying inside more often, you aren’t indulging in anything that used to make you happy
- It worries him
- So the first thing he does is ask you what’s wrong
- If you tell him about what’s going on, he’ll sit and listen intently
- If you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like talking about your emotions, he gets it, but will definitely encourage you to talk to him when you feel like it
- If you honestly don’t know what’s caused the funk you’ve fallen into, he understands and will do his absolute best to make you feel better
- When you can’t bring yourself to get up in the morning, he’ll make you breakfast and make sure to give you lots of love before he leaves
- Will also leave your favourite book/hobby on your bedside table in case you feel up to doing anything
- He’d make you a little ring made out of bent metal wire just to brighten your day a little bit
- Makes sure he smooths out any sharp edges so that it won’t hurt you when you put it on
- Also makes you hot chocolate with sweet milk once he gets home
- If you struggle with taking care of yourself, he’ll offer to take showers with you
- He’ll take his time washing your hair for you, help towel you off and brush your hair once you get out
- Encourages you to brush your teeth since you’re in the bathroom now anyway
- Once you’re done, he tells you how proud he is of you
- Even if you think those tasks are normal things that everyone should be capable of doing, he wants you to know that it’s okay for them to seem daunting.
- Especially when you’re struggling
- And that he’s so so proud of you for accomplishing what you did
- He’s there for you through the good times, and you bet your ass he’ll be there for you through the bad times as well
- He’s nothing if not loyal and dedicated to the things he loves, and you are very high up on that list.
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campbellschunkybear · 14 hours ago
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Vampire!Reader/self who was transformed years and years ago and only recently gotten over the grief for their normal life, meeting Viktor, a human, who is fascinating and intelligent and sharp-tongued. Viktor who isn't wary of them, doesn't question their refusal to go outside during the day, who takes the same evening courses between TA work that they take bc its easier to take classes at night. Viktor who is so so clever, dropping his realization that the reader/self is a vampire in casual conversation (but when they are alone, not in public, because he'd never put them in that position). He has so many questions, fascinated by their condition, how long they've lived, the means they go to feed. They never felt comfortable letting anyone know about their condition, but Viktor is so earnest in his desire to learn, not pushing when things ache.
Viktor, his own illness taken on fast, impossibly so, and who shares that he doesn't want to die. It's something you've spoken about before, Viktor's frustration with his body, but your own fear of yourself, of the regret, of everything you might be stealing from him if you turn him. His illness changes that. Thinking about him being Gone, just when you got him, hurts somehow worse than your own life being lost. You talk about it. Your fears and his, you want to make SURE he knows exactly what it would mean before he decides. He's certain. He wants you to turn him.
You make the day it happens a good one. Trying to ignore the strange somberness that permeates everything, you treat him to whatever he wants; fancy meals and drinks if that's it, a day out, visiting friends, anything. And when night falls, he's laid out in bed, a few towels down Just In Case, undressed and trembling but so sure, determination in those pretty gold eyes. The light is low, all curtains but the one facing the moon drawn, illuminating him in moonglow and city light. You ask him once more- you know his answer, and it hasn't changed. But it's one last out. He doesn't take it. So your descend on him, holding and kissing him, letting his tense body relax, soaking him in love and oxytocin, before finding his pulse and sinking your fangs into his neck.
Later, floating in the night air, you hold him as he learns to use his own powers, giggling at the way his new fangs affect his accent before he learns how to retract them. Vampirism doesn't take all his pains away, even floating weightlessly his bad leg doesn't move much, tense, and he'll still need his brace and cane. But he's here, with you, cool in your arms and positively glowing with new life.
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fulltimeanimesimp · 4 months ago
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Arcane characters and the “i want a baby” text
this is so old but its so funny im still gonna do this
Vi:
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Viktor
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Jayce
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Jinx
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Mel
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Caitlyn
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Silco
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ill write actual fics i just wanted to get this out of my head
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ilovethevillainswhatcanisay · 5 months ago
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glad we’ve all agreed to be horny with no judgement
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hunterwritings · 5 months ago
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you get injured
summary: arcane characters reacting to you getting hurt
pairing(s): jinx x reader | silco x reader | viktor x reader | ekko x reader
warnings: mention of injury + blood, cursing
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Jinx
when coming back from a supply run, you had an incident with the firelights and had gotten injured.
you sighed as you held your side, red staining both your shirt and your hand
you mumbled curses to yourself as you pushed open the metal door as you slowly walked into jinx's hideout
jinx was humming to herself as she was reading a magazine and blasted her music.
The second that her eyes drifted over to you, her head shot up and she dropped her magazine. "Y/n!" She said as she stood up and rushed to your side. "Wha-what happened?!" She asked frantically as she laid her hands on your injured side.
"I'm okay jinx, really." You tried to reassure her but you could see the worry in her eyes as she laid her other hand on the side of you face. "I just need to get this cleaned up, okay?" You told her as she nodded quickly.
You winced as you pressed a cotton ball with alcohol on it to your side. You sat on the couch in jinx's hideout as you cleaned up your wound. Jinx sat on the floor next to you, with her forehead pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt guilty for letting you get hurt and put the blame on herself.
"jinx, honey" you moved over on the couch to sit on the sofa behind jinx. You liad your hand on her back as she kept her head in her knees. "I should've been with you." Jinx breathed out as she held her head up by her hand. "I already told you I'm fine." You said as you kneeled down next to jinx on the floor. "None of this was your fault." You reassured her as you held her cheek in your hand and wiped her cheek with your thumb. She sniffles as she smiles at you as you pressed your forehead against hers.
"Next time I'm going with you." She states as you chuckle.
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Silco
you winced as silco helped stich up your wounded shoulder. You sat on his lap while both of you were in his office.
"You have to be more careful next time, darling." He advised as he pressed harshly against your shoulder.
You chuckled as he looked sternly up at you, clearly not joking. "So I was bit clumsy, but I'm fine." You tried to reassure him with a stupid smile. Your mood quickly changed as he pulled tightly on the cord he was stiching on your wound and cuts the end of it. "Clumsy?" He says as he sets down the needle and thread. "What happens next time when you're clumsy? Hm?" He asks as he holds your face between his fingers gently.
He sighed as he let go of your face and pressed his head to the back of his chair as he stared at the ceiling. "Next time you're out you'll run and trip on your own knife." He closed his eyes with his head up. You chuckled as you moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs. "Luckily enough for you, I'm not that much of an idiot." You joked as you finally saw a hint of a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look at you.
He moved his hands from his lap and onto your thighs as he sighed. "I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You reassured him as he kept his gaze on you. "Good." He breathed out as he reached his hand behind your neck and pulled his head up to press his lips against yours.
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Viktor
one day, you were running late for work at the academy and as you were running up a flight of stairs you had tripped and fell down a couple steps. Luckily nothing was broken but your legs were scratched up and even started bleeding a bit.
without even thinking, you had slowly walked into viktor's lab and tried to start your work.
Once viktor had saw you, he was immediately worried. "Y/n! What happened to your legs?!" He asked anxiously as he saw blood coming through your pants and he tried to quickly walk over to you. "Oh, I'm okay I just tripped." You tried to laugh it off but viktor was obviously still worried for you.
"Your legs need to be cleaned up before we do anything." He stated.
Even though you tried to protest, viktor told you to sit on the couch and roll up your pant legs and he saw multiple cuts on your legs. "All this because you didn't want to be late?" He chuckled as he prepared some medical supplies. "I guess I could've been a bit more careful." You said as he looked up at you with a smile.
You winced as he pressed alcohol to one of your cuts. "Sorry." He whispered as his eyebrows furrowed together.
He finished cleaning up your cuts by putting some bandages on your legs. "Thank you very much viktor." You smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, slowly watching his face turn red as he nervously chuckled. "Maybe next time you could walk with me, you definitely won't trip then." He said jokingly as you laughed in response.
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Ekko
you were riding around on your hoverboard when patrolling for the firefights when you had a malfunction in your hoverboard and fell a couple stories onto concrete and ended up breaking your arm.
Ekko saw you and immediately flew down to be by your side. "Holy shit y/n, are you okay?" He asked, his mask making his voice sound deeper and more robotic. "Shit, it hurts. I-I think it's broken." You told him, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the pain. "You can't fly anymore, we're going to have to walk back to camp, it's not so far." He said as he helped you stand up. You kept your arm close to your body as Ekko had his arms around your body as he walked you bac to the hideout.
As you made your way back to the hideout, ekko had immediately called for a medic who told you that your arm was broken and they had to apply a cast.
You were sitting on a couch with ekko standing up and looking down at the firelights, both of you had taken your masks off to see each other. "The medic said I wouldn't be able to take this off for another 8 weeks or so." You explained as ekko hummed as he turned away. "I'm sorry I'll be out of the fight for so long." You said as he turned back around to face you. "You shouldn't be apologizing, you didn't mean to fall like that." He said. "I should've had that board checked anyway." Ekko said as his eyebrows furrowed closely together, almost feeling angry to himself.
"On the bright side-" You started, trying to change the subject. "- You get to sign my cast." You stood up and walked over to him, holding a marker that you had picked up from the table across from the couch. He scoffed as he looked down at your cast and back up at you. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" He rhetorically asked as you gave him a sly grin. "Well, what else am I supposed to do? Cry about it all the time?" You joke as he shakes his head with a smile.
He reluctantly grabs the marker from your fingers and takes off the cap. He holds onto your cast as he shakily writes his name onto your cast. "Could've been a bit neater." You joked as his scoffed at you. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're really looking for trouble today, aren't you?" He spoke with a sly grin. You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you've gotta make light of the situation, right?" You smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against your own, smiling into the kiss.
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magical-warlock · 5 months ago
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Viktor, sweating: You, there’s something I need to ask you-
You: Finally! You’re proposing!
Viktor: How’d you know?
You: Viktor, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
You: I even picked it up once.
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imajinxnation · 5 months ago
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Having a Short S/O - Arcane Preference/Reaction
Just saying this now, the height I am imagining is 5'3 because I'm that height
Warning: fluff
I don't think I put any gender for the reader, but I suppose it is more directed at female readers, but males can still read it if they want
Silco
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Honestly thinks it's cute how short you are, of course he'd never admit it, though. I have no idea why I thought of this, but now I just have to say it; he will PICK YOU UP. If you were standing in front of him and he needed to get past, he would pick you the fuck up and move you to the side, he don't care if you don't like it, he gonna do it anyways. Also, I imagine head pats. Like, if you're angry at him and almost to the point of yelling at him, he would just pat your head, like, "Oh yeah, you're SO scary."
Viktor
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You both kinda help each other; he has a hard time getting things from lower places due to his leg, and you have a hard time getting things from higher places. He always tells you how much he loves your height just in case you get insecure. 100% rests his chin on top of your head when hugging you, and kisses the top of your head while he's at it. Lots of forehead kisses.
Jinx
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Now, I read somewhere that her official height is 5'3, I have no idea if this is true, but I'm stickin with it. She absolutely loves your height and has mentioned on multiple occasions that you two are "short buddies". Being the same height makes things a lot easier for you both, well, other than high shelves, but I'm sure she'd give you a lift if you needed it. She really doesn't need a lift, but she asks you anyways because she likes your touch. Calls you cute 25/8.
Vi
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You cannot tell me this woman doesn't pick you up and twirl you around in a hug! Sometimes she just stares at you with pure love in her eyes, and holds your face in her hands. Because you're short, she feels like she has to protect you all the time, so she does tend to baby you a lil bit. I love the idea of her tilting your face up and slowly leaning down to kiss you.😍
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gaybybirth · 5 months ago
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a theory - pt two
Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Arcane Masterlist
Synopsis: After leaving the lab, you have a few options. Go directly to bed, brainstorm ways to run into Viktor in the morning, or read his journal full of observations of you. The latter. You very easily settle on the latter.
Warnings: lots more sexual tension, dirty talk, reading Viktor's private observations of you, thigh riding
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: I hope this part is up to par with part one. I didn't intend to make this a three-parter, but I thought it would flow smoother that way. Part three coming soon.
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Viktor had thoroughly consumed you by the time you got to your room. The kiss played on repeat, dragging you further down into the depths. How soft his lips were, how fast his heart was beating, how he’d stumbled to get your jacket off. He’d kissed you—that was stomach-flipping in its own right. That fact that he wanted more nearly made your knees give out.
I have a theory the self-righteous bastard had said, acting as if you were the only one who had a crush. Acting like he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him.
You turned the notebook over in your hands. Viktor’s private notes not just about observing you, but his own thoughts on the matter as well. His thoughts on you. On you wanting to kiss him. There was a momentary battle of morals as you deliberated reading it.
You settled on just a few pages as you climbed into bed. A little bedtime reading to get the mind ready for dreams. To unwind after such an eventful day. So you cracked it open, settled against your pillow, and let the tingling you’d been feeling since you’d kissed Viktor fully wash over you.
You chose at random, opening up to a page that’d been dogeared multiple times. It was dated a few months back, right after you’d attended a party with Jayce and Viktor. It’d been to discuss the advancement and the progress of Hextech and the Hexgates, but you’d tagged along as Jayce’s plus one. You’d gone for the food, to support Viktor and Jayce, and because there was the possibility to spend more time with Viktor. But that was just a whim of a reason. Or, at least that was what you’d told yourself when Viktor thanked you for going, standing there in a three-piece black suit, smile crooked. And that alone had made the night worth it. He wore a suit well. Although, you had a theory that the floor would wear it a lot better.
Viktor’s notes were in a rushed cursive.
She danced. Beautifully. Like the petals of a flower in a gentle breeze. Hypnotizing. And then she asked me—a rather silly question considering—but she did. Her pupils were dilated, like they always are when she looks at me. And the smile was genuine, I think. I’ve never seen it otherwise, so I must admit I don’t have anything to compare it to. When she wasn’t dancing or conversing with others, she was beside me. Talking, smiling, staying. A few others asked her to dance, she said no. At the end, I believe she was observing me the same way I was her. Although her lips were tinted a dark red, so I’m only theorizing why she may have been looking at mine.
Your cheeks felt hot. You’d hoped you’d been a tad less noticeable in your endeavor to get closer to Viktor. That your crush wasn’t that obvious. Or, at least, that he would’ve been too focused on literally any and everything else to have noticed. But he had. He’d noticed early on, too. It was only about an hour into the three-hour event when you’d asked him to dance.
You’d danced with four guys by that point, all out of politeness, all of which you’d wished was Viktor. He hadn’t noted it, but he had to have seen your stolen glances in his direction as you danced. If he’d been watching you, he had to have seen you watching him. But could you blame yourself? Viktor was an absolute sight in the suit. A sight you’d committed to memory as soon as you’d laid eyes on him.
And at the end, when the three of you had left, Jayce was borderline drunk, you were tipsy, and was Viktor sober. Jayce’s room was farther than yours, but with Jayce’s determination to lean on someone for support, you offered yourself up and helped Viktor deposit the man in his room. Jayce muttered thank you’s the entire way, reminding Viktor to be a gentleman and walk you to your room. It took a profuse amount of no, Viktor, it’s a ten-minute walk, and you still have to get back to your room; I’ll be fine to get him to agree. Even then, he still walked you to the stairwell.
He’d leaned in the doorway, foot propping the door open, head leaning against the thick wood as he peered down at you. In your tipsy haze, you remembered him looking like he wanted to say something more than goodnight, Ms. (Y/L/N), but that was all he said before he watched you leave. It was only when you rounded the stairs, out of sight, when you heard the door close below you.
“I wonder…” You thought aloud and touched your lips. Had he wanted to kiss you then? He had been looking down. Although, as he stated in his notes, your lips had been stained red for the evening. He could’ve been looking at that. There wasn’t anything inherently romantic about that notion in the book.
There was no hesitation, you realized, as you asked yourself: Would you have kissed him that night? Yes. You already knew you would’ve, with or without the alcohol. You would’ve gone back to his room the second you saw him. Hell, you’d go back to his room at any time. It wouldn’t have mattered when.
You touched your lips once more; they were still puffy from earlier. You wished he was there with you now, stretched out in your bed. It didn’t matter if he was beside you, atop you, or beneath you. All would work perfectly. You just wanted him there. You just wanted him, and if Jayce hadn’t come in earlier, you were sure you would’ve gotten him on the desk in the lab.
Your eyes fell closed at the thought. Of Viktor pushing your jacket off, then moving to your shirt, your pants, hands no doubt fumbling just as they had with your outerwear. His fingers would brush against you the same way they had with that damn corset prototype. Breath would be warm against your neck as you’d slip a hand between you and do what you’d desperately wanted to before had Jayce interrupted. You’d felt it between your legs and that minimal contact practically made Viktor hiss. You wanted to see how he’d react, hear the sounds he’d make when you ran your palm over him. Viktor wasn’t exactly the dating type. You had no idea how long it’d been for him, if he’d been as involuntarily celibate as you’d been.
The grip you had on the book tightened and the pages crinkled beneath it.
You absolutely couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Any excuse to see Viktor. Any excuse to continue talking about his...theory.
A quick glance at your clock told you it was time to go to bed, but your mind was running wild with all the potential outcomes of seeing Viktor in the morning. The good and the bad. Either you’d pick up where you left off—the most generous of the options—maybe you’d talk, maybe you’d pretend like it hadn’t happened. Was that the smarter option? Maintaining the friendship and not risking it because of a little crush. It made your heart sink into your stomach like lead.
“One more page,” you murmured as if you were reading a good book. You needed a distraction.
It was from today, in the kitchen.
She had flour in her hair. A look I think only she could make endearing. Her eyes locked on me as soon as I spoke, and I think she feigned annoyance. But only slightly. I was interrupting her work. She tried to shoo me, but I was determined to test my theory. Although she was very much preoccupied with the task at hand. Until I made an ill-worded joke about her baking. I must concede that, joking or not, I was wrong. The frosting was delicious. Although, I’m solidly sure that was mostly because of how she’d offered it to me.
I thought about testing my theory then. But I was shamefully enjoying watching her pretend to be annoyed with me. I understand why she comes to “bother” Jayce and me in the lab. I quite like the flicker of amusement that it sparks in her eyes. I had two more chances to test my theory after that. When her hand was in mine—her heartrate increased dramatically then—and when I reached out for the loose excuse to touch her and brushed a dusting of flour from her cheek. But it didn’t feel right. So I inquired about her coming by later with no more details than needing her assistance. I’m curious to see if she’ll come with just that.
I’m hoping she does. I’m rather confident in my theory.
You closed the journal and practically threw it onto your nightstand. He’d wanted to kiss you three times when you were in the kitchen. It was a bittersweet thought, knowing Viktor had wanted to kiss you and he hadn’t. That meant there were other times he’d wanted to. Other times where you were trying to remain calm and collected while he was contemplating what your mouth felt like against his.
You ran your hands over your face and rolled onto your side. Part of you would’ve been angry had you not been experiencing the same dilemma the last couple of months. But how could you be angry when you knew he’d been pining over you just as you had him?
A quick glance over your shoulder, eyeing the journal. It wouldn’t list it. You knew it wouldn’t. But the thought lingered: had he thought about you the same way you thought about him? Late at night, tired, lonely, pining. Wishing you were there beside him like you wished he was for you? Hands roaming, mouths tasting, moans mixing with whines. But all that would happen would be the former, and they’d be your own, moving across your body as you pretended they were his. On more than a few occasions, you’d muffled his name into your pillow.
Despite the ache between your legs, you clamped your eyes shut and chased sleep. If that need was going to be satiated, you wanted Viktor to be the one to do it.
It ended up being an incredibly, frustratingly long night. Driven even worse by the dream you’d had of Viktor, hands resting on your thighs, drawing slow circles on your bare skin. You were on his lap, nails digging into his legs, but his fingers never went higher. They never changed course. Just barely missed where you were aching for him to touch each time. You woke up when he whispered, “I have a theory.”
Five hours. Five painfully long hours before you were able to see Viktor. And even then, Jayce was by his side. Normally, that’d be fine. Hell, just last night you’d been hoping he’d been by Viktor’s side when you entered the lab. But, as you ran into them for an early lunch in the dining hall, you were mentally cursing Jayce.
Although it wasn’t much of a loss. It wasn’t exactly like you and Viktor could finish what you’d started outside the crowded room, to-go boxes in hand. Proving your own point, when you’d all stepped out with your respective boxes, you were rendered speechless for a few seconds too long before Jayce asked if everything was okay.
“Yeah, hey guys. Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. But the exact reason you hadn’t been able to speak was because of the man next to Jayce. Hair combed out of his face, bright eyes that fixed on you immediately, and clothes that seemed to hug his lean frame perfectly. And then he had the gall to smile. It was shyer than the knowing smirks he’d given you yesterday. Somehow that made it worse. As did the faint dust of pink over his cheeks.
“We were going to eat in the dining hall, but it’s a little too loud today.” Jayce motioned towards the doors that barely muffled the incessant chatter. He nodded down at your box. “Wanna join us in the lab?”
You stole a glance at Viktor, shifting his weight onto his cane. You’d eaten with them before, in and out of the lab, but something about saying yes to this felt dangerous. Being back in the room where you and Viktor had been…testing his theory…it made more than just warmth pool between your legs.
“Sure,” you responded, knowing it wasn’t going to help dissipate that growing need.
But it meant you got to spend time with Viktor. And, as it happened, meant you got to sit next to him at one of the desks, the three of you crowding around one as you ate. They looked over notes, talked shop, and you chimed in on occasion. But your mind had been totally dedicated to the way Viktor’s knee touched yours beneath the table.
Minimal, yes, but the contact drew your attention like a magnet. Whatever Jayce and Viktor were talking about went in one ear and out the other; you were barely tasting the food. All your senses were on the tiny, warm dot of Viktor. And when Jayce turned around for a moment, eyes cast away from the table, Viktor stole a glance your way. One with eyes lit aflame in a way you thought he only reserved for discoveries and advancements. Never for someone else. Never for you.
Hesitantly, his hand dropped from the table, and you turned your gaze from him as Jayce turned back around. Just as Jayce continued speaking about who knows what—saying you weren’t listening was an understatement at this point—Viktor’s hand landed on your thigh. You thought you’d honed in on his knee. But that touch, especially with the fact that you’d decided to wear a skirt today, sent you up in flames. It brought your dream back in full force, and you, abruptly interrupting Jayce, excused yourself.
The feeling of sliding out from under Viktor’s hand was painful—it was the last thing you’d wanted to do. But it was unbearable, sitting there with him touching you. Not giving you enough. Fanning the flames that were very quickly running out of wood.
You nearly tripped over your own feet on the way out.
“I’ll be right back, excuse me.”
The bathroom was cold. Granted, anything would’ve felt cold when you were alone. Fuck the kiss. Before that, before he’d tested his theory, you could sit by Viktor. You could converse with him and Jayce like a normal sociable human. And now you were leaning against the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection, frowning as you tried to push away the addicting feeling of Viktor’s hand on your thigh. The dream of his fingers drawing circles up your thighs, not touching where you desperately wanted him to.
You cursed your skirt. You’d worn it with the anticipation of seeing Viktor when he was alone. Not when you had to sit there with Jayce and pretend you hadn’t felt Viktor’s lips against yours. Or his hands on your torso in a way that putting on a corset didn’t require. Corset. You met your own eyes in the mirror’s reflection. There was no way Viktor didn’t know his effect on you. That his hand on your thigh made you want to push his chair away from the table, straddle his lap, and kiss him until you consumed him.
You thought back to your bag. Two could play at that game.
Back inside, Jayce and Viktor glanced up at you with concern. You’d taken your time coming back, and made up a lame excuse about worried you hadn’t locked your dorm door. Viktor looked like he didn’t believe you—rightfully so—and Jayce took it at face value. Or, at least, he had the courtesy to let you think he believed you. When you sat back down, you poked at your food, pretending to be interested in it, letting enough time pass for Jayce and Viktor to finish their food and do what they usually did when they were okay with you hanging out in the lab: they just went back to work.
That’s when you made your move. You eyed Viktor as he and Jayce started working on something you couldn’t see, settled down into your chair, feet propped up on the chair Viktor had been sitting in, and pulled out his notebook. Whether Jayce would recognize it or not didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the first time you found amusement in reading their notes. Sometimes you’d sit there and scrutinize Jayce’s perfect handwriting or Viktor’s rushed cursive. It took sixty-one seconds for Viktor to glance up from his workstation and see you flip through the pages.
The grip on his tightened until his knuckles went white and he raised his chin, narrowing his eyes like a threat. He opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was kept internally as you dove into the journal, and Jayce commented on a part not working with another. Still, you felt Viktor’s gaze a moment longer, and only once you were free of the weighty feel of it did you start attempting to read. And you knew exactly which one you wanted to dive into.
This one was dated a little over a month ago. The second line was nearly your undoing, but if you dwelled on it for too long, you'd combust. So you continued on.
She stopped by with snacks today, fruit. As sweet as I imagine she is. Jayce had left, so she stayed to help test the versatility and mobility of an armor prototype. Unnamed as of now. Jayce is unsure whether it will go beyond the prototype stage, however. Unimportant. She wore it for me. I feared I was overstepping boundaries—even with her shirt on beneath it, the garment was rather...revealing. Tight. And doing the straps required a fair amount of close contact. Her breathing was uneven, and I worried I’d done the corset up too tight. Until I noticed her dilated pupils and her nervousness. Almost uncharacteristic for her. She was avoiding eye contact more than usual. And this time, I know for certain she wasn’t looking at the freckle above my mouth.
Your heart dropped when you read the next line, the last line on the page.
It was a mistake, inviting her to stay.
You glanced up Viktor, who had his back turned to you now, and hoped to everything that there was more to the entry. There had to have been, especially with what had happened yesterday. You turned the page so slowly, you half expected Jayce to look up and wonder what the fuck you were doing. Neither of the men looked at you.
Your heart settled back comfortably in your chest when you saw more notes.
It was a mistake because I hadn’t wanted her to leave. The shirt she wore beneath the prototype was thin. I could feel the heat of her body with each—accidental, I might note—touch as I tightened the straps. And the way the garment hugged her frame in a way I feel is inappropriate to list in a journal I’m trying to maintain as professional as possible. If that can be possible, given my running theory.
Regardless of whether she wants to kiss me, I know I certainly would like to kiss her. A notion I must explore on my own. If my theory were to prove correct…
To think I’d be so lucky.
“And it was,” Viktor’s voice was in your ear and you jumped so hard the book nearly launched from your hands.
You collected yourself as rapidly as you could, holding back the yelp that wanted to escape, and glanced around the room. Jayce was nowhere to be seen, and when you leaned back, Viktor’s fingers grazed your shoulder. You purposefully didn’t face him. If you did, you’d only been an inch or two away from his face, and that would’ve been too much to handle. Instead, you clutched your chest and shook your head.
“What the fuck, Viktor.” You rolled your shoulders. “Scared the shit out of me.”
“What?” He pointed down at the second to last line. “I was merely commenting on my own notes. My theory was right after all.”
You thought about Viktor’s mouth on yours and tightened the grip on the book. You needed a subject change.
“Where’s Jayce?”
“Bathroom.” His mouth brushed against your ear and you fought hard not to melt against him. “Enjoying the read?”
“Quite,” you breathed out, a hint of mock annoyance sharpening the word. “Read a few entries before bed last night.”
That’s when you stole a glance at him. There was a heat that flickered in his eyes and it made your entire body tingle. You smiled sweetly.
“Before bed?” His voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.
“Mmhmm.” You nodded and echoed his words. “Before bed.”
You purposefully peered down at his beauty mark above his mouth and then dipped lower, lingering long enough to get your point across. Viktor sucked in a sharp breath and you tried to add in as much sensuality to your voice as you could. Almost surreal feeling, as you met his gaze. Never once did you think you’d ever get to play a game like this with him outside of your dreams.
“Led to a rather restless night.”
“Did it?”
“Oh, yes.”
Viktor looked like how you imagined you looked when wearing the corset. Dilated pupils, uneven breathing, glancing down at what you knew wasn’t a beauty mark. Jayce’s footsteps could be heard outside the door, but Viktor didn’t pull away. Rather, he turned back to the start of the note. Jayce’s footsteps were getting closer and the bravery you’d felt moments ago was starting to slip away. If Jayce caught you two like this, there’d be questions. Ones you weren't ready to answer. Viktor pointed to the second line. As sweet as I imagine she is. His cheek brushed yours as he leaned towards you.
“As sweet as you tasted last night when we kissed,” his voice was barely audible, “that is not what I was thinking about when writing that.”
He stood abruptly, taking your breath with you, his hand dropping and swiping across your barely parted thighs. By the time your brain caught up with itself—heavily focused on the searing stripe his finger had left on your skin and the implication of his words—Viktor was back at his station and Jayce was entering the room. The inventor smiled at you and you tried your best to mimic the innocence he conveyed, completely unaware of what he'd just interrupted...yet again. But it was hard when you were sitting there thinking about Viktor’s words. About his mouth somewhere other than yours. Somewhere lower.
It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse yourself. It didn't help that when you shifted in your seat, you could feel just how much Viktor’s words affected you. Although, you could only sit with your thighs pressed together, ignoring the wetness between your legs for so long. You lasted fifteen more minutes before you said your goodbyes. But Viktor stopped you as you started to pack your bag. All he did was stretch out his arm and hold his hand out expectantly.
You peered down at the journal and frowned. Viktor nodded down at his hand and quirked a smile. Reluctantly, you handed the book over. And while you weren’t exactly an expert at reading lips, you could’ve sworn he’d mouthed good girl when you put the book in his hand. Trying your best to muster up the most unbothered, unaffected look possible when your mind was swimming so deep in the gutter that you were practically in the Undercity, you cleared your throat.
“If you need me, I’ll be studying in the library.”
To nobody’s surprise, you got very little studying done. If you’d been there with the sole purpose of thinking about Viktor, you would’ve accomplished your goal within the hour. But as you tried to divide your brainpower, thinking about Viktor—that is not what I was thinking about when writing that seemed to be etched permanently in your mind—and studying your academic notes and required texts, you were giving yourself a headache. The letters and numbers were blurring together, and for a second, you forgot you weren’t studying mathematics.
Two hours of studying later, an afternoon class you thought about skipping, and dinner at the dining hall later, you were trudging down the hallway towards the kitchen. You wanted to bake the endless thoughts away. Who would’ve thought one man would grind you down so hard without even touching you? The same man who was standing beside the stove, pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug. He glanced over his shoulder when you shuffled through the doorway and reached for a second mug. He handed you the first before pouring the second.
The room felt like it had yesterday when he had come in while you were baking. Three sizes too small. Still, you chose to stand beside him, back against the counter, blowing aimlessly on the scorching liquid. You practically melted at the first sip. Viktor poured a bit of milk into his, stirred it, and returned to his spot leaning on the counter.
“Out of curiosity,” Viktor ran his fingers over the brim of his mug. “How many notes did you actually read?”
“Three, counting the one in the lab today.”
He hmmed and took a sip of his drink.
“Which ones?”
You used taking another drink to stall. They were his notes, so the embarrassment you felt shouldn’t have been so potent. But you couldn’t ignore the heat building on your cheeks.
“The night of the party where Jayce got drunk and the one you’d written after our...interaction...in here yesterday.” Your eyes fell on the stool Viktor had been sitting on yesterday. The urge to kiss him was growing stronger by the second. “And, of course, the one about the prototype. But you already know about that one.”
“I do.” He ran a hand through his hair and stole a glance at you. “I imagine the night would’ve been far more restless had you read that one last night.”
You locked eyes.
“We had to cut things short, Viktor, it would’ve been restless regardless.”
His eyes seemed to darken and his hold grew tense on his mug. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you stared at him, trying to work through his unreadable expression. For a brief moment, you thought he was going to change his mind. Say that last night shouldn’t have happened. The thought made you stand up straighter. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the hammer to come down onto the nail, piercing your heart and making last night a distant, painful memory.
And then Viktor spoke.
“Please do not make me stand here any longer pretending I want to drink this coffee when I really want to kiss you.”
You blinked at him, processing the words. When they finally registered, when your brain caught up with what you were screaming internally, you sat your mug down and practically launched yourself at Viktor. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, but you kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.
It was perfect.
His hands came to your waist with a bit more confidence than they had last night, steadying you as your mouth met his. You had no shame as you pressed your entire body against him, desperate to feel every inch of him. He tasted like coffee, and just like last night, he let you take the reigns, dragging him down to you, kissing him until it felt like your lips were bruised. He groaned, and you tangled your hands in his hair, gasping when his hands dipped lower and lower until he tapped the underside of your thighs. He barely had time to move the coffee cups before you hoisted yourself up onto the counter.
He was between your legs instantly. He got your jacket off faster than he had last night, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw. He cradled your head as he moved down your neck, expertly nipping at your skin as he explored your neck. When he sucked on your sweet spot and earned a stifled moan from you, he paused, repeated the action, and grinned against you when you duplicated the sound.
The bastard. An inventor. A scientist. A man dedicated to his craft. He took notes on his interactions with you, noted the tiniest observations. He was going to treat you with the exact same regard. He was going to be just as dedicated, just as methodical, just as determined when it came to pleasing you. And it showed as he unbuttoned your shirt, paying particular attention to your clavicle when he dragged his teeth over it and your moan echoed out in the kitchen.
“Vik,” you stuttered out, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his vest. It was meant to be a plea, but it only egged him on. Frustratingly, his hands had found a permanent home on your waist. “The door is still open.”
“Then,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to yours, “you better keep quiet lest you want someone to find us.”
You rolled your hips against the obvious hardness and Viktor’s groan rumbled in your ear.
“We,” he corrected. “We better remain quiet.”
His hands twitched before going back up to undo a few more buttons on your top. You, on the other hand, were far less patient. You wanted to do exactly what had been cut short last night, and Viktor nearly keeled over when you pressed your palm to him. He muttered a curse against your shoulder as you ran your hand up and down the bulge in his pants. He was hard, hot, and the tips of his fingers dug deliciously into your arms as he very clearly tried to maintain some sense of composure.
“What was that about staying quiet?” You asked as innocently as possible, dialing it up to ten knowing it’d drive him mad. And it did.
Viktor grabbed your wrist, harsh and tight, and jerked your hand from his erection.
“If you keep that up, I will not last much longer. And I would very much like to.”
The corner of your mouth twitched, fighting a smug grin. One that was quickly wiped away as Viktor jerked you to the edge of the counter. He pushed your legs open, and you expected him to go for the hem of your skirt next, maybe slide his hand between your legs, but he didn’t. Instead, he adjusted his left leg until you were settled both on top of that and the counter, and you gasped as it pressed between your legs.
His hands on your hips guided you, each roll satiating before worsening the pressure between your legs. He hummed happily in your ear.
“It’s a shame you only got to read those three entries.” You could barely hear him. He was a master at keeping his voice quiet. “I was starting to develop a second theory, based off the first. Started a few weeks ago, when you fell asleep on me in the lab. One of the few times I’ve been grateful for that couch.”
His words took a second to sink in as he kept guiding your hips along his thigh. It felt so damn good, you were starting to wholly lose yourself. Your brows pinched and Viktor flexed his thigh, and you reached around and tangled your hands in his hair, dragging your nails along his scalp.
Couch. Your eyes clamped shut. You’d been in the lab studying. Curled up on the couch that Jayce had requested since he and Viktor had been spending so much time in there lately. You’d been reading when Viktor sat down beside you with his own book. The couch was big enough to fit four people—it had to be with how tall he and Jayce were—yet the two of you occupied the center-most portion. Thighs touching, shoulders nudging, elbows bumping occasionally. And then, when your eyes suddenly grew heavy, instead of laying your head down on the armrest, you opted for Viktor’s shoulder. Which then, at some point after that, turned into his lap.
When you woke up an hour later, Viktor had stretched out beneath you, book open and resting on his chest, head on one of the throw pillows. One arm was hooked around you, the other was dangling off the couch, and one of his legs was in a very dangerous position: right between your legs. No matter how you tried to move, no matter how little you tried to adjust, his thigh pressed frustratingly wonderfully against you. And by the time Viktor stirred awake, you were flustered beyond belief. So embarrassed that you practically flung yourself off of him before he could put two and two together.
But as he guided your hips a little faster, it seemed that attempt was futile.
“I must admit, you’re a sight to behold when you’re flustered. A close second to this.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and chuckled softly after a few seconds. “I’m hurt you’re not asking what my second theory is.”
“What happened to keeping quiet?” Your voice was obviously strained and Viktor smiled as he moved to your neck. You were getting close and for some reason, you didn’t want him to know.
“Ask me.”
“I should’ve kept palming you-”
“Ask me.”
You threw your head back partially in frustration, partially in pleasure.
“What’s your second theory, Viktor?”
He grinned wider and said nothing.
“Viktor.” You were growing impatient.
He laughed quietly, breath fanning out against your neck.
“I didn’t say I was going to tell you.” He stood back abruptly and ran a hand through his hair. Had you not had to catch yourself from falling off the counter, you would’ve thrown something at him. He took a few deep breaths, reached for his cane, and smoothed out his clothes. A faint blush tinged his cheeks, but his grin beamed brighter than it. “But the theory...it requires some assistance.”
You were seconds away from cursing him.
“Does it?” You snapped, and Viktor’s smile only grew.
“Come by my room later—midnight.”
You scoffed at him. “Really? And if I ask why, are you going to tell me to just show up?”
Viktor’s eyes shined as he ran his gaze over you. You felt like a piece of steel shoved into a forge as you stood there. Immoveable, burning, waiting to be absolutely pounded. If your knees weren’t weak, body recovering from the whiplash of being close to orgasm to standing feet away from the man causing it, you would’ve run back to him and kissed him until he took you on that counter. But then he turned and started towards the door, and you half expected him to leave your question unanswered.
Then his voice rang out in the vast room.
“Because I want to know if you’re as sweet as I imagine you are.”
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bippiti · 5 months ago
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nymeria-tendercrisp · 11 hours ago
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Viktor HD frames / (”It’s viktor” scene) Part 8/9✨
We are almost at the end of this chapter !
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togetherhearted · 2 days ago
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AAAND MILESTONE REACHED!!
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A big thanks to everyone that came to support me! I still have a lot to learn but I'm glad you all liking my work!!
To celebrate I decided to let you choose the drabble starter ♡
You can ask for any Arcane character you would like and also from LoL this time. I'll take it as a challenge ☆
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Please be patient because I still have some requests on my queue ^^
And if you would like to support me I have ko-fi page linked to the bio. [There is some extra art ]
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cyan-skulls-writing · 2 months ago
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I loved the morning after hc! It was so wholesome 🥲
I'll just ask for one more scenario if it's no trouble? Can you do the arcane characters when the reader smacks their ass as they pass by and says something flirty? You don't need to do this if you're not comfortable writing it!
No trouble at all! Sorry this is late, I’ve had midterms. Here they are!
Arcane Characters + Reader Smacking their Ass
implied sex but sfw
with: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika and Mel
gender/body neutral
Viktor will never admit that he yelped, but he did, like you stepped on a cat’s tail. He is bright cherry red, up to his ears and stretching to under his collar. You know from experience he blushes down to his chest. If you’re at home he mostly just laughs and brushes it aloof, if you’re in public he will just fucking die. He will pass away.
“Hello my love, I— ah! What— ah, um. Haha, alright then.”
No matter where you are, Jayce is kinda mad. No talk he, he angy. If you’re at home, he wants more, if you’re in public, he’s worried about his reputation. He isn’t uncomfortable with it, but he does think it’s a little juvenile I guess? There are other ways to get his attention which he prefers. If you notice he’s particularly needy that day, well, that doesn’t mean anything.
“Oh hey, you— hey! Ugh, you’re so immature— I am not blushing! Cut it out!”
You can’t do this to Silco and get away with it. He will pay you back, and you won’t like it when he does (in a sexy way where you actually will). He’s super not chill about it. In private he might let it slide, but do it in public and you’re in a fucking lot of trouble. He tries to recover by rolling his eyes and coughing but it doesn’t work, he’s so pale you can see him flushing from miles off.
“You think you’re so fucking cute— just you wait. I’ll make you eat those words.”
It’s less fun to do this to Vander because he just barely reacts. He might like chuckle or make some comment to his friends if they’re around. He genuinely doesn’t mind, he thinks its cute and its mostly harmless. If you make a truly raunchy comment he may blush a little but he mostly doesn’t mind. He won’t smack your ass in return but he may pinch it; he’s a grabber not a slapper.
“No, hey, I’m— ah, see, this one keeps me in line. Hi there, darl.”
Ekko thinks this is so funny. He will laugh his ass off and then try to get you back. It’s turned into a game between you on who can say the stupidest thing/who can catch the other the most off guard. A bunch of the other Firelights are keeping score for you, it’s a thing. He likes to check in with you sometimes to make sure you’re still comfortable with it, which is when he’s most vulnerable for a strike. >:)
“Hey honey, what’s— FUCK. Gods damn it, you got me. You caught me unprepared this time, never again.”
Jinx will also laugh, and she will hit you back, without mercy. The trouble is her hands are really fucking bony so it usually ends up hurting even if she doesn’t mean it to. She usually finds it funny or likes that you’re like publicly displaying your relationship, it makes her happy. She only hates it if her dad is around, and honestly, death by Silco isn’t super high on your list of desires.
“Hiii sugar, how are ya-ah! Hehehehe, hello to you too.”
See, Vi does this to you all the time, so if you do it back she will just. Freeze. And look at you in total shock, her mouth dropped open in a disbelieving smile. It’s honestly so funny how long she just looks at you like she just won the lottery. She’s oddly proud if you do it in public, She likes you showing other people you’re together.
“Woah! Holy shit. I love you so much, cupcake, seriously.”
The moment your hand meets ass, Caitlyn is a blushing, stuttering mess. Poor thing just doesn’t even know how to react. She gets so embarrassed, even if you’re at home alone. She doesn’t dislike it’s just not something shes ever even considered before. She hates if you do it in public, though, she’s supposed to be composed, damn it!
“Hello, dear, I— oh! Oh, I— you, um—that is, you— ah— no, I, I’m alright I just, um. That was… unexpected.”
Sevika does not react, at all. She does this to you as a greeting, so if you do it back she just carries on as if you had just said hello to her. Literally she just doesn’t give a shit. If you go super hard she’ll just hit you back just as hard (if not harder, she’s beefy) and carry on. If you want to get a reaction out of her you have to do some wild shit like grab her titty.
“But I fucking told him, I said— oh, hi baby— so I said to him—“
Mel doesn’t dislike it? But she thinks its kind of immature. She raises one eyebrow and gives you that look that just pierces your soul. In private she might give you a smirk, but in public she will honest to god cluck her tongue at you, and at that point, you’re the one embarrassed. She has to deflect it on you so no one will look closely enough to see her blushing.
“Really, darling? If you need something you know you can just tell me.”
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bitesizedgremlin · a month ago
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How Arcane Characters Flirt
A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao
Viktor
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- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it
- Loves playful banter and teasing
- Lots of sass
- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot
- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy
- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it
-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking
- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now
- Asks questions so you know he’s interested
- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time
Jayce
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- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt
- Tons upon tons of compliments
- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.
- Talks your ear off about anything and everything
- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you
- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises
- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab
- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there
Silco
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- Good god
- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?
- W r o n g
- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely
- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you
- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it
- Lowkey endearing tbh
- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)
- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything
- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it
Vi
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- Holy shit she’s such a flirt
- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time
- So smooth about it too
- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you
-Gets so flustered when you flirt back
- Goes beet red
- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7
Jinx
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- She flirts with you all the time
- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little
- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though
-It’s all in good fun
- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch
- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection
- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.
Mel
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- SO smooth
- Compliments out the wazoo
- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her
- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you
- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like
- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls
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sevikasmainwhore · 3 months ago
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Arcane characters as memes I found Pt 1:
Vi :
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Caitlyn:
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Ekko:
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Viktor:
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angelltheninth · a month ago
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Sitting in Arcane Character's Lap
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ambessa x Reader
Tags: established relationship, developing relationship, teasing, gentle kissing
A/N: Who's lap would you wanna sit in the most? For me it's Vi, Caitlyn, Silco, Sevika, Jayce and Ambessa.
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Actually Jinx would be the one sitting in your lap more often than not. She's very clingily and just likes to wrap her arms around you while sitting down working or reading.
She'll let you sit in her lap if you really want to, but what ever the case she has to have her arms around you at all times. She's also very cat-like at times, not wanting to get up from your lap even when you want her too and constantly trying to move closer into your touch.
"Ya really need to learn to stay still sweet stuff. I'm tryin' ta cuddle with ya and ya keep moving around. Or maybe you like me squirming on top of ya?"
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Vi loves it when you sit in her lap. She'll wrap her strong arms around your waist as your hands find purchase on her shoulders. Like Jinx she also likes to nuzzle into your touch.
Vi loves to pull you close and leave little kisses over your neck, inhaling your scent, hearing your breath hitch as you try to break away because her kisses are tickling you but she keeps you in her lap anyway, enjoying the sound of your laughter.
"I like this you know, a lot. Having you close like this. You're really warm sweetheart. You can sit in my lap any time you want, just like this. And I mean that, whenever you want, under any circumstance."
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She loves to pull you onto her lap after a long day at work. Sometimes if you visit her at work she'll let you steal a few minutes with her, but it's mostly when she's off work.
She will let you tangle your hands into her hair as you slowly undo her ponytail. She loves to spend time in silence just looking at you, memorizing every little detail of you. She's also a fan of sitting in your lap if you want her to, but she prefers to have you sit in hers.
"I haven't seen you for long today, I'm sorry for that darling, but I'm here now. Come and sit down, let me kiss you. Do you want me to get us something to drink or eat? Or we can just spend some time, just like this, what ever pleases you more."
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The only time when Sevika actually lets you be on top of her is when you're sitting on her lap.
It doesn't matter of you're at the Last Drop, the brothel or at home, she'll pull you onto her, she likes to feel you squirming on to top her as she leaves kisses and bites all over your neck.
"Come here sugar. Well? Come on, you know how much I love to have you here. That's it. Oh don't mind any of them, they're just jealous that they can't have you. Focus on me instead."
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He's grown used to people being clingy since he adopted Jinx. You always worried that you would cross some kind of boundary or come off too strong if you just casually sat in his lap but he was actually the one who pulled you to him the first time.
Silco will just sigh in mock annoyance when you sit down. However he will follow it up with a greeting and a kiss. But if Jinx comes in she will make fun of you both for being all gross and sappy.
"Well hello my darling, you're a little late today. Did you have problems along the way? No? Well that's good. You can sit here if you wish. Now let me give you a proper greeting."
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Viktor acts annoyed whenever you sit in his lap, mostly because he has a lot to do and you're a very nice distraction to him.
He will try to get work done only for you to pull him into a kiss. He will frown at you for like half a second before he returns the kiss with just as much passion. However if you want to stay on his lap you have to stay still for a while, he can't afford to get too distracted after all.
"You know you don't always have to sit in my lap. I do like it, of course, it's just... incredibly distracting. Yes, I know. I want to be close to you too I just need to have time to concentrate on my work as well, alright love?"
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Jayce will get a big, dumb grin on his face when he sees you walking towards him, and somehow that smile will become even bigger when you straddle his lap.
He runs really warm most of the time so he will pull you into his chest and wrap his big, strong arms around you while he tells you about his day. He loves it when you run your hands over his chest and kiss his jaw while sitting on top of him. The pleasant sigh that he lets out is always a nice thing to see after a long day of being away from him.
"Ah, I think I'm developing a headache. I'm sorry it seems like I won't be much fun tonight sweetheart. Oh! Hey, uh, yeah you can stay here. You know I don't mind you in my lap. Hmm... that feels nice. Thank you, what would I do without you?"
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Mel doesn't let you sit in her lap often nor does she want to sit in yours. Which is why the moments when she wants either are all the more special.
It'll usually be in moments of vulnerability or when she really, really wants to be close to you. You always let her instigate those moments. She'll sit on your lap, very slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, her hands cupping your face before she pulls you into a kiss.
"Why are you looking at me like that darling? Are you surprised. Haha, you can be really cute at times. Can you hold me for a while, I know it might be out of nowhere but... oh. Well thank you. This is... pretty nice I must admit."
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Ambessa likes to have you on her lap. She'll always look at you like you're something both precious and something to be conquered. She loves to see you squirm under her gaze.
She loves it when you trace the scars on her face or kiss them, it's one of the rare moments when she softest up and lets her guard down. But she can flip back to her hardened warrior self on a dime if needed.
"Sit. There you go, that's nice isn't it? Now, tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy spending time with me? I certainly enjoy you. I like when we do this. It relaxes me somehow. To hold you like this. Strange isn't it?"
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moonlight-in-the-sea · 2 months ago
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how arcane characters show their love in subtle ways
ft. viktor, jayce, silco, vi, jinx, ekko, caitlyn, finn, howl
viktor makes sure to ask you to elaborate when you ramble about things you love. he can't make much time to spend with you, so more often than not you're spending time in his lab, raving about the things you love. this new book you're obsessed with, a pigeon you saw on the way here, a dessert shop that opened recently, a concert of your favorite artist you're dying to go to. you might think he's not listening--he usually prefers to face you and keep eye contact for this exact reason, but he is listening even when he's tinkering with new inventions with his goggles on, and he remembers everything you say, even checking in about them from time to time.
''were you able to get the new book of the series you were telling me about, solnyshka? it launched this monday, no? the true crime one, what was its name--ah yes, that! the one with the detective you like. you were quite worried about her predicament since the last book ended in a cliffhanger. i hope the author will be kind to you...''
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jayce is always at your beck and call. neither his status as councilor nor his position as a hextech inventor will stop him from doting on you and he makes that clear. if there's anything you need, he will make sure you get it by any means, as soon as humanly possible. he also remembers to check in on you frequently, asking if you've had any breaks or drank enough water, not leaving your side until he's sure you're in tip-top shape.
''babe, i got the things you needed! here you are--oof, you look horrible--respectfully. you look as radiant as ever otherwise. i'll get you something to eat. and drink. god knows if you've drank any water today. per the power bestowed upon me by the council, no, I will not take 'no' for an answer. c'mon, princess, I get enough of self-destructive behavior from my lab partner. take a break, for me? please?''
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silco makes sure to let you know he's never too busy for you. he never complains when you barge in his office and disrupt his work. the most he will give you is a quiet, ''one moment, love. let me just finish this sentence.'' then all his attention is on you. if you tell him you're sorry to disturb him or if you're bothering him, he will look at you like you've said the most inconceivable thing ever, ''nonsense,'' he says with a wave of his hand, beckoning you over. you don't need a reason to see him. you can just sit there and talk for hours and he'll make no moves to dissuade you from it, even if he gets behind work. he shakes his head with a smile when you realize how much time has passed and apologize, pressing a kiss on your hand and sending you off to sleep, ''i'll be with you shortly, dear. let me just put these away,'' he says, all lies, but it's worth it. if a sleepless night or two is what it takes for your eyes to burn as bright, silco thinks it's a fair price to pay.
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vi makes sure to learn from the mistakes she makes during combat so she has fewer injuries for you to fuss over. while she knows how worried you get, it's easy for her to chuck caution out of the window when fighting--you can't use your full potential if you're afraid of getting hurt, after all. but when she comes home to you, all scraped up and bloodied knuckles, she can't help but sheepishly apologize for a fight she's won, a lazy grin on her lips as she watches you get the first aid, expertly digging out the cotton balls and the antiseptic, chastising her under your breath. she presses a kiss on your hairline as you dab the tinted pieces of cotton on her wounds,
''i'm sorry darl', it seems like i still can't get out of the habit of blocking with my face. oh come on, don't give me that face. i'll be more careful next time, i promise. there will come a day where you'll see me get home without a scrape on me, you'll see.''
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jinx makes sure you're safe with her, at all times. she's not usually an advocate for safety measurements, but the moment you're around, she does a complete one-eighty. suddenly you have to wear goggles in her lair, you have to stand within an arm's reach at all times, you have to walk by her side and avoid the section she keeps her fireworks in altogether. she can be beaten half to death and laugh it off, but she goes rampant when you suffer so much as a scratch--by factors other than her, that is. you're hers and hers alone, and she will be damned before she lets anything happen to you.
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ekko always makes sure you feel included. as the leader of the firelights, he is a capable one who gets along with everyone. it's easy to feel out of your element when he's mingling with everyone else or tinkering away in his room. he makes sure to keep an eye on you, his hand resting on your back as he involves you in the conversation in any way he can, running his thumb back and forth soothingly to remind you of his presence if not. he sets down a wrench to stretch, craning his head to look at you, ''wanna help, babe?'' he grins, wiggling to make room for you when you hop up from his bed, quickly making your way over to him. he lays on zero pressure, asking you to hold things or pass things on to him, maybe even assemble parts, thanking you by landing a loud smooch on your face, laughing as you paw at his clothes, giggling at him to get away.
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caitlyn makes sure that her stubbornness doesn't get the best of her. not only does she feel so strongly about things, but she also gets riled up quite easily, especially in debates. even more so if your opinion differs from hers. you'll see her nostrils flare up, her brows scrunched together as she opens her mouth to retort, only to... stop. she raises a hand, a signal to stop--you from talking or herself from lashing out, you're not sure, takes a deep breath, and goes,
''i see your point, love. i will take it into consideration--no, no, don't give me that smirk. i still stand by what i said, hush.''
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finn complies with your wishes. you'd expect a chembaron who is used to getting things done in a 'my way or the highway' fashion to be unyielding--suffocating, even, but that's not the case at all. finn wouldn't give a damn if the entire population of zaun thought him to be a pushover, he'd like to see them try and test him, but given it doesn't put you in danger, he submits to your every whim. you will go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and get whatever you want. you hold the reins in the relationship, and he can relinquish control easily, knowing you won't abuse it. this carries over to his actions as well. you want to hold hands? sure. can't sleep and want him to stay with you? ...fine, only until you fall asleep. don't feel like doing anything? stay with him as he works.
''you have no shortage of wishes, huh, doll? ...complaining? heh, i would never. granting your wishes is one of my duties by now. what the princess wants, the princess gets.''
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howl makes sure you know he is thinking of you all the time. no matter how many clients he has to take or how long they call him for, he always makes sure to come back to you--throws himself in your arms, even. even as he talks about the places he went and the people he met, he includes you in his story, the smile on his face toothy and crooked and natural, unlike the trained one he sports all the time.
''i wish you could've seen the zeppelin, love. the interior was decorated just the way you like it, the floral arrangements and the ornaments were just your style. oh, that reminds me! my client gifted me this bottle of champagne, would you like to drink together?''
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visuos-art · 5 months ago
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he is living in my head rent free
at this point this account has became Viktor's fan account I guess💀👍
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theprettyarachnid · 4 months ago
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arcane char reaction to the reader appearing to be a soft and cute person but end up to be cruel and a little bit of rude.
a/n: i had to look up pet names at one point for this and one of them was "daddy mack" and i don't think i'll ever recover from that
warnings: like 1 curse word
characters: jinx, vi, viktor, jayce, silco, vander
Jinx
🕷 She'd probably find out because one of Silco's gang members were picking on you about how you shouldn't even be in Zaun
🕷 Before Jinx can say anything to shut them up, you're already giving a rude and snarky remark making her burst out laughing
🕷 Jinx wouldn't let the guy live it down and honestly likes that side of you, especially when she feels like shit-talking
🕷 Will sometimes say something just to get under your skin so she can get a reaction out of you
Vi
🕷 One of the reasons why Vi was attracted to you was because of your seemingly soft nature
🕷 Think of it as kind of balancing each other out
🕷 When she found out about your tendencies to be more cruel, she would honestly find it hot
🕷 You two would be in an argument when you said something and she had to do a double take
🕷 "what did you just say?"
🕷 At first you thought you went too far but Vi was actually just horny
Viktor
🕷 I can see him actually being quite surprised by your rude remarks
🕷 Some rich high top snob had made a snide comment about Viktor's limp which made you go right up to them and give them a piece of your mind
🕷 Viktor the whole time 🧍
🕷 He'd probably be a little embarrassed mainly because no one has really stood up for him like that
🕷 Would drag you away while you're still insulting the guy
🕷 Eventually he does get used to it and may even find it amusing at times, especially if you're telling off some big Piltover hotshot he can't stand
🕷 You two definitely mock and joke about of some of the citizens of Piltover, whether that's behind closed doors or hushed whispers
🕷 "doesn't anyone else find it a little... strange that hoskel always plays with children's toys during council meetings?"
🕷 "i believe he has a collection,"
🕷 "do you think he steals them from orphans?"
🕷 Cue Viktor starting to choke on air in the middle of a council meeting making everyone stare
Jayce
🕷 Mans would be flabbergasted
🕷 You two would be at home and he would be ranting about how Heimerdinger isn't letting him and Viktor continue their progress with Hextech
🕷 "isn't heimerdinger like hundreds of years old? i'm sure he'll croak any day now."
🕷 "y/n!"
🕷 Would be beyond embarrassed if you did it in public, especially if it was at an high profile event
🕷 "y/n, i told you to behave."
🕷 "i am! besides, mel had it coming... and you have to admit her face was pretty funny."
🕷 It's true he does find your snide comments a cynical jokes funny in private, especially if he is in a bad mood because of his work
Silco
🕷 He honestly finds great comfort in your cruelty
🕷 I feel like he would already know your true nature before you even showed him, why else would you be recruited into his mob?
🕷 also finds it kinda seggsy
🕷 Whenever someone has fucked up, he always goes to you to think of punishments
🕷 "what should we do with him, my beautiful nightshade?"
🕷 "the rats seem to be hungry, especially since it's closer to winter."
🕷 "consider it done."
Vander
🕷 He might be a little surprised but he wouldn't judge
🕷 Vander wasn't exactly considered a saint in his youth, far from it actually
🕷 He would be kind of relieved that he knows you can take care of yourself because he wasn't quite sure when you first started dating
🕷 You've gained a name for yourself in The Last Drop, not just because of your relationship with Vander but also because of your snarky mouth
🕷 He just wouldn't want you to accidentally get caught up in the law with the enforcers
🕷 He sometimes gets a little curious and likes to hear your thoughts about some of the customers in The Last Drop
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gaybybirth · 6 months ago
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a theory - pt one
Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)
Arcane Masterlist
Synopsis: Viktor has a rather interesting theory regarding you that he wants to discuss.
Warnings: sexual tension, fluff, pining, Viktor being cheeky, angst if you squint but like not really, (nsfw in future parts)
Word Count: 4.4k
A/N: I tried not to fuck up any of the lore, and I apologize for any anachronisms. Anyways, I think Viktor is my favorite character from Arcane, and I'm terrified of what they're going to do to him in season two because his lore is up in the air. Anyways, glorious evolution and all that. Enjoy.
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“I have a theory.”
The words that predated many life-changing events. In this case, it was Viktor standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning with his weight on his cane, head cocked to the side. His eyes were sharp as he scanned the messy room. It wasn’t exactly messy, but the flour that you’d dropped during the first batch of cupcakes was definitely noticeable. Especially on your apron and in your hair.
“You have many of those, Viktor. You’re a scientist. An inventor. Theories and you go hand-in-hand.” You made a pointed effort not to linger on him. If you did, you’d only take in the tall, lean frame you enjoyed looking at more than a friend should.
His cane thumped on the floor as he approached you. What was once a potent scent of vanilla and cinnamon became an overwhelming coffee--a staple in Viktor and Jayce’s day--and something that reminded you of a snow-covered forest under moonlight. You didn’t need to see him beside you to register the heat of Viktor’s body as he sat on a nearby stool, acting as if the furniture was there waiting for him. His legs—those damn long legs—sprawled out as he looked at you. No other confirmation was needed besides the weighty feel of his gaze on you.
His smile was like sunshine washing over you as he sat beside you, watching as you piped frosting onto the cupcakes.
“They do, yes.”
You frowned at a somewhat lopsided bit of frosting. You couldn’t work under Viktor’s watchful gaze. It made your hands shake. Turned the room two sizes too small. As if you and Viktor were the only two occupants in a quaint, stuffy closet. Chests nudging as they expanded with each unsteady breath. Eyes trying to meet in the shadows, like two lost stars waiting to collide.
When he didn’t elaborate, you sat the piping bag down and frowned.
“Yes, Viktor? I’m trying to work here.”
Viktor smiled and eyed the bowl of white frosting. The entire room lit up around him. His smiles weren’t rare, but they still seemed to draw you to him like a moth to a flame. And the way the corners of his mouth tipped up in amusement as he looked over your station was all you needed to be thrown into the cataclysm that was Viktor.
Although, that seemed to happen daily. Which was getting out of hand. Very much out of hand, especially when you noticed yourself holding your breath as Viktor’s eyes met yours. And you realized that smile was directed at you. Still, you maintained the mock annoyance.
“I think I understand now why you’re always brimming with smugness whenever you come bother Jayce and me in the lab.” He laughed softly. “This is fun.”
You bit your cheek and handed him a cupcake, holding it directly in front of his face, and stared at him expectantly.
“You must be hungry since you’re in the kitchen. So, here. Take your snack and go.” Although, you didn’t particularly want him to leave.
He frowned at the baked good and sat it down.
“But I haven’t tested my theory.”
“You haven’t even told me your theory.”
“Well, I never said I was going to tell you.” He turned the cupcake a full 360 degrees, admiring every bit of surface area.
“Then take your cupcake and get back to work.” You waved him off.
He waited a full thirty seconds—watching you toy with the piping bag then adjusting cupcakes you weren’t frosting—before speaking again. He poked the hardening frosting.
“Is it editable?”
You glared at him wide-eyed.
“Yes, of course, it’s edible, you ass.”
“Ah, my apologies, wrong choice of words. Is it tasty?”
He was just getting your goat at this point. The way his eyes glinted when yours twitched--and the pure amusement dripping from the word tasty--told you as much. So much so that, without much of a second thought—one that you really should have had—you reached forward and procured a dollop of frosting on your forefinger. Viktor’s gaze followed it as you held it in front of him.
What you’d been expecting him to do was either frown, look at you incredulously, maybe make a joke about how unhygienic that was, or just pull the frosting off with his own finger. What you weren’t expecting was him leaning forward, holding eye contact with you that felt ten times more intimate than you knew it was, and wrapping his lips around your finger. A full-body shiver rocked you as his tongue grazed the pad of your finger and all coherent thoughts left you.
When he pulled back, it was like the spark that ignited between you was one-sided. Very much between you and yourself.
“Oh, yes, that is rather tasty. Might I bring one to Jayce as well?”
You blinked at him for a solid second before sliding another cupcake his way.
“Thank you,” he murmured, but he still didn’t stand. He tossed his cane from hand to hand, deliberating something internally.
“Yes, Viktor?” You asked slower, quieter. To your dismay, your voice came out husky. Needy. You cleared your throat as if that would magically cover it up.
“My theory requires assistance.” He shrugged and reached a hand out. When you didn’t move, he nodded at your empty hand, and you reluctantly gave it to him.
Suddenly, you were aware of each callous, each soft patch of skin between yours and Viktor’s hand. His hand fully encompassed yours as he turned it over. Fingers danced over yours, bringing goosebumps to the surface of your skin, before they settled on your wrist. His gaze fell to yours once more as he searched your face. He smiled again.
You were just about to open your mouth and ask for an explanation, but Viktor spoke first.
“Your heart is racing.”
Heat flooded your face—amongst a few other places—and you jerked your hand from Viktor’s. That certainly wasn’t helping whatever case was being built against you here. Viktor laughed—making flowers bloom and birds chirp—and he practically beamed at you.
He reached out and tugged on your apron. With less hesitation than you liked, you gave in and let him pull you towards him. He continued to smile as he brought you closer. Guiding you between his legs until you were mere inches from him. You’d shared close proximity before. But this? When you could feel and hear your heart in your ears. When every inch of you was on fire, and every nerve and every thought was screaming touch me. It was dangerous being this close to Viktor. It was a heartbreaking reminder that you’d never get the match to drop into kerosene. You’d have to keep dousing yourself with ice water to control the heat, to extinguish the flames. And you feared with each failed attempt that the fire was turning to grease, spreading wider and growing more vicious with each dump of water atop it.
“What?” You tried to say, acting as if you were totally unaffected by him. But it came out embarrassingly breathy.
He reached up and you froze as he dusted off a bit of flour from your cheek. The minimal contact made your knees weak. You had to stop yourself from leaning into the touch, from sighing like this was the first time someone had touched you in months. It had been, but Viktor didn’t need to know that.
“Your heart is racing,” he repeated. He slid his fingers up your wrist, trailing the length of your forearm until he got to your elbow. He guided you even closer. Even while sitting down, he barely sat shorter than you.
“It tends to do that when I’m annoyed,” you lied.
Viktor brought his hand down to his lap and you missed the sudden warmth of his touch.
“Mmm, does it?”
“It does,” you said a little stronger. As if that false certainty would make up for the blatant lie. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to work.”
He nodded. He put his weight on his cane as he stood up, positioning himself far closer to you than you’d been expecting. He eyed the cupcakes, his cane, his hands, then you. You muttered a quiet apology, plated the cupcakes on a throwaway dish, and handed them to Viktor. He grinned as he took it, catching your gaze, somehow managing to look at you through his lashes.
“Can you stop by the lab later?” His voice was a mere whisper. “I have a few things I require your assistance with.”
“Isn’t that what Jayce is for?” It didn’t come out as mock-annoyed as you wanted. Curiosity seeped through instead.
“Perhaps for most things. But I am specifically in need of your assistance with this.” He turned on his heels. “So if you’d be so kind, it’d be greatly appreciated.”
“We’ll see,” you said to his back as he left.
You took extra care when frosting the remaining cupcakes. Mostly because you were trying to come up with an excuse not to go to the lab. You had a feeling it was going to lead to some sort of embarrassment on your behalf. Like the one time Viktor was talking to you about something Hextech related--you really weren’t listening, how could you when he was standing so close to you, eyes beaming with each word he said. He saw a spare page of his notes on the table and reached around you. Stupidly, you froze when you should’ve side-stepped and Viktor’s chest pressed against yours as he reached for the notes.
It nearly stopped your heart, that amount of body contact with him. But he seemed entirely unaffected by it when he pulled away. You, on the other hand, were holding your breath out of fear of gasping, praying he hadn’t felt how fast your heart was beating, and was trying to calm the warmth flooding your body. He just kept on as if nothing had happened, reading whatever was on the page and pacing around the room like a well-practiced professor.
Plus, after the close contact with him in the kitchen, your hands were left shaking. It took far more concentration to ice the desserts than you liked. It got to the point where, thirty minutes past what it should’ve taken you to finish, you threw down the piping bag and cursed the baked goods. Fuck you, you muttered in exasperation and stumbled out of the kitchen covered in bits of flour, frosting, and cake crumbs.
Apron discarded, you stood outside of Viktor and Jayce’s lab. Three deep breaths later, you knocked on the door expecting for Jayce to yell come in or some other greeting. Instead, it was Viktor’s voice who called for you to enter, and that made your heart leap into your throat. If Jayce hadn’t answered, that either meant he was preoccupied or simply wasn’t there. You hoped it was the former because if it were the latter...You weren’t sure you could handle any more alone time with Viktor that evening.
It was the latter. Viktor was alone in the lab when you walked in. He smiled at you over his shoulder, his hair looking fluffier and more askew than when you’d last seen it a few hours ago. He rolled his shoulders and motioned for you to join him beside one of the many desks. To your surprise, he wasn’t bent over some Hextech prototype. It was just a journal.
“What did you need my assistance with?”
Viktor tapped the edge of the desk, and you looked at it longer than you should have before giving him a questioning glance.
“Sit,” he murmured.
Tentatively, you obliged. You hoped your hop onto the desk was more graceful than it felt. Viktor smiled as he picked up the journal and paced the room. A frown took form as you watched him, both silent. Until he stopped in front of you, lowered the book, and seemed to study your face with the same critical observation face he used when reading Jayce’s notes.
“Is this what you called me in for, Viktor?” You cocked a brow at him. “To sit here and watch you read?”
“No.” He sat the book down and shifted his weight onto the cane. “I wanted to see if you would come.”
Your heart picked up in your chest.
“I’m sorry?”
“I wanted to see if you would come,” he repeated matter of factly.
You thought about picking up the book he’d been reading and throwing it at home. Or just jumping off the desk and storming out of the room. Both were good options. For some reason, you went with the first. Viktor barely dodged the incoming book, grinning like a madman when he watched it land across the room.
“I am tired, Viktor. If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve just asked me.”
“But that wouldn’t have worked.” He stepped closer, the thud of his cane echoing with each step. “I needed to see if you’d come simply because I asked, no other important information. Just that I needed your assistance.”
“Why?”
Before he could answer, you could already see the words forming in his head.
“I swear to everything, Viktor, if this is about your damn theory again.”
“It’s a rather interesting one if I might say so myself.”
You crossed your arms as Viktor closed the gap between you two, positioning himself directly between your legs. He swapped his cane out for the desk, leaning his weight against it, bringing him in close as he studied you. His eyes flickered and your breath hitched. Before you could blink, Viktor’s lips ghosted over yours. You flinched, digging your nails into the desk so hard that, had they been your palms, you would’ve broken skin.
“I think that you want to kiss me.”
Every nerve fired off in your body. His hips grazed your inner thighs, his breath fanned against your skin, his hair tickled your forehead. You had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to respond. For one, you desperately wanted to kiss him. But you didn’t want him to know that, even if he’d already deduced it himself. And it wasn’t like you could deny it. Viktor was too smart for his own good; he already knew the answer. Even if you wholeheartedly denied it, he’d keep that glint in his eye and just nod, playing along with the facade. Because he knew. And you had absolutely no idea what to do with that information.
So, you played along.
“What makes you say that?”
“Ah.” Viktor, to both your relief and dismay, straightened. He pointed towards the book discarded on the floor. “If you hadn’t so rudely thrown my notes, I would’ve shared my observations with you.”
“Notes?” You perked up as Viktor turned and started towards the book.
He didn’t speak again until he bent over, picked it up, and opened it. He hmmed and nodded, perusing the pages with a finger, his cane tucked under his arm. Finally, he said ah, and shifted so he fully faced you.
“A little over a month ago. While I was in the lab, working. You,” he nodded towards you, “brought in some fruits as snacks. Jayce wasn’t here, so I asked if you’d like to stay. You did.”
You tensed. You remembered this. You didn’t need any other information. Snacks, lab, alone with Viktor was more than enough to trigger the memory. One where your chest felt tight, your stomach wobbled inside you, and your knees grew weaker by the second. You locked eyes with Viktor as he glanced up from the journal. Instantly, as those all-knowing eyes met yours, your heart leapt into your throat.
“In doing so, you helped out with an experiment I was working on at the time. A prototype of Hextech armor.”
It wasn’t exactly armor. It was a corset in the pre-design phase, where they were still figuring out styling and fittings before they even moved onto the Hextech aspect. So Viktor had you step into the clothing. It was a thick, soft fabric, covered in large, unbending pieces that mimicked the future protective parts.
The corset aspect was one thing; you could ignore the tightness in your chest and the beating of your heart easily. But one of the design features to get adequate measurements and fitting was straps. Lots and lots of straps. So it became near unbearable, standing there while trying to act unaffected by Viktor’s fingers working each strap tight. Every so often, he’d ask, “Is that alright?” And his fingers would graze against you at the same time, drawing the breath from your lungs. The scent of coffee--and fruit from the assortment you’d brought in--overwhelmed you.
“Your pupils were dilated, your breathing was uneven, and you were uncharacteristically nervous.” Viktor stepped towards you. “I noticed that you kept avoiding eye contact, and you weren’t looking at my freckle.”
Viktor smiled and tapped the beauty mark above his mouth. One you’d told yourself you were looking at multiple times, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t staring at his mouth. Or that you weren’t fantasizing about what his lips felt like against yours; your neck, your clavicle, your chest.
Viktor’s smile didn’t falter as he set the book down, clearly waiting for you to say something. Probably something smart or witty; something to combat what he’d said. But, like when he’d tightened the straps of the corset, he’d sucked the air right of you. You’d just wished it’d been because his fingers were brushing against the different sections of your torso. Not because he’d been the brilliant man that he is and noticed the crush you’d been trying to keep under wraps.
You wished you hadn’t played along. You wished you had just gone back to your room, apologized to Viktor the next day, and then hope he’d put the whole I have a theory thing behind him. But wishing wasn’t going to make it a reality. Instead, you sucked in a slow breath, steadying yourself on the desk, and rolled your shoulders back.
“Really, Viktor, that’s what you called me in here to discuss?” You tried to maintain the steadiest voice you could muster, but it still came out uneven.
“Are you saying my theory is incorrect?” He was back in front of you now, the same spot between your legs, the book sat beside your parted thighs.
You hesitated for a second too long with your deliberations--were you to tell him the truth or simply deny it--and settled on repeating yourself. Still, the momentary quiet that came with your indecision made Viktor beam with what you pinpointed as vindication. Surely since you weren’t answering, the answer had to be yes.
“Is this really all you wanted to discuss, Vik? I could be sleeping.”
You expected him to step back then, maybe shrug his shoulders and say yes. Then he’d dismiss you, telling you to sleep well, and the two of you would never talk about what happened again. There’d be some light teasing, sure, but it would’ve been left in the dust. That was the Viktor you knew. But then something tiny, almost unnoticeable, flickered behind his eyes, and it was only then that he started to step back.
The faintest falter in his smile had you reaching after him.
“However, if I am wrong, I do apologize.” He nudged the journal closer to you. “And I fear my observations may have proved rather inappropriate.”
Viktor hadn’t even left the vicinity that was the gap between your legs before you spoke again. Your hand found his arm, and he glanced over your shoulder. It’d been uncertainty. Something you’d seen in him only when he’s working, experimenting, tinkering. It was always pinpointed towards another object or thought. Never when it came to him. And if he’d been wrong about you liking him and it brought the uncertainty to him?
Your eyes locked.
“I do,” you blurted. “I do.”
An eyebrow quirked.
“You do?”
A stalemate. You had no idea if he wanted to kiss you. But it was important for him to know that you wanted to kiss him. That glint was back in his eyes, and that was more than enough to cover the fact that your heart was going to break through your chest any moment. The corners of your mouth twitched as Viktor scanned your face. Whatever he was looking for, he found, you guessed as he faced you once more.
“I want to kiss you, Viktor,” you said breathlessly, nearly combusting from the heat that poured onto your face.
He mimicked the same position he had when you’d first sat on the desk: hands on either side of you, leaning close, head dipped down to your level. His mouth parted, his brows pinched ever so slightly, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Prove it.”
Prove it…? You blinked up at him. Prove it? He wanted you to prove it. He wanted you to...His jaw tensed into an even sharper line than it usually was as you stared at him. The gears in your head managed to grind to halt at what was the worst possible moment. And then they kicked into overdrive as Viktor’s words repeated in your head and were replaced with kiss him.
Viktor made a small oh as you jerked him forward, fingers curling around his tie, and you swallowed the sound as your mouth met his. The seconds that passed once your mouths touched were composed of too much and too little. It was how soft his lips were that you weren’t getting nearly enough of. How he inhaled sharply and shifted back to adjust his stance. His hand coming up from the desk to your waist and then back down, tentatively moving, unsure of where he wanted it to be.
Snapping back to reality, you cupped his jaw, his hair tickling your forehead, and sighed when he mimicked the action. His hand was soft callouses against your cheek. His words echoed in your mind. I may not be as active as Jayce is with his hammer, but I’m still spending hours tinkering in the lab. It was after he’d cut himself on a particularly sharp piece of metal while experimenting. Jayce was out, and Viktor had trudged over to you in the kitchen down the hall.
“It’s closer than the infirmary and I couldn’t find the emergency kit in the lab. I fear we may have used it up already.”
After playfully berating him for bringing such contamination into a cooking environment, you sat him down and wrapped the wound. It wasn’t deep, nothing that would scar, but it let you draw your fingers over his palm. Smooth yet rough. Years of tinkering and experimenting showed on it. The other even more as he held his cane. Each touch was like a jolt of electricity through your veins. Ones that became more potent with each brushing of skin to the point where it almost hurt to hold his hand. It was a feeling that stuck with you long after. It was one that spread through you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes, like a galaxy expanding in the dark cosmic space beyond the atmosphere.
It was like that now. As if someone seemed to press unpause and Viktor gasped, and the kiss deepened. Your hand moving to his hair, his nails digging ever so gently into your cheek. Scooting forward on the desk until, when you wrapped your legs around his waist, he was pressed against you. All of you. Only then did you let go of his tie and press your hand flat against his chest. His heart was like a drum beneath your touch. You wanted to peel away the layers and see how it felt with nothing between you and his chest.
Tongues touched, breathing grew heavy, and your mind went blank. The gears that had been turning into overtime now stalled. All that murmured in there was Viktor. Viktor and kissing and finally. A gleeful joy pumped through you at the delayed realization that he was kissing you back. Wholly and with a reciprocated desperation. Like he’d been waiting just as long as you had for this. Like he’d thought it was never going to happen with the same heartbreaking melancholy that slipped into your thoughts every night you thought about him.
The urge to blink away tears came suddenly. And then Viktor tilted your head back and closed an arm around your waist. The tears that snuck down your cheeks weren’t from what wasn’t going to happen, but the feel of what you never thought was going to. Your entire body pressed against Viktor’s, locked at the mouths, with hands grasping at hair and clothing. Nothing was shed, but when the pressure between your legs was becoming too much and you rolled your hips. Viktor’s quiet curse against your lips was like the spotlight on the hardness against you.
Your hand twitched on his chest before it went to fumble with his vest. When there was no protest on his end, you started to undo his tie. He momentarily broke the kiss to fumble with your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders with hands that trembled as yours had hours ago when you’d been trying to finish the cupcakes. Each swipe and drag of the fabric off your shoulders, back, arms was like a teasing reminder of what neither of you could move fast enough to get to.
You rolled your hips once more and Viktor practically hissed out his exhale.
But that wasn’t the only sound that cut through the room.
“Viktor!” Jayce’s familiar voice called from behind the door. “I think I figured out-”
But you didn’t hear the rest. All you could hear was rustling clothes, a few muttered curses from both you and Viktor, and scurried footsteps. You were still panting when you sat down in a chair a few feet from Viktor. Eyeing the book that contained his “notes,” you slid it beneath your arm, out of view from the man who had just opened the laboratory doors. Viktor shot a what are you doing glance before you greeted Jayce. He didn’t bat an eye at your presence.
“I don’t mean to cut out when it sounds like it’s just getting good, but I’ll leave the scientist-talk to the scientists.” You rose, stealing a glance at where Viktor sat with his legs painfully crossed. Excitement flooded you as you left. You stopped at the door and met Viktor’s gaze. “You can finish telling me about your theory later, Vik. Night you two.”
The doors shut with a satisfying thud behind you.
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