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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 13

Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader

As the days passed, (Y/n) continued her attempts to greet Viktor warmly, but his response remained consistent – a concerned look, as if he was ready to check her temperature at any moment. Despite his aloofness, there was a newfound camaraderie between her and Jayce. They would occasionally exchange knowing glances, and smiles that hinted at secrets between them.

Lunchtime arrived, and (Y/n) was joined by Jayce at her favorite spot. They exchanged smiles and pleasantries before diving into a conversation that had been on her mind.

Jayce, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaned in slightly and said, "So, you've got a ‘secret’ admirer, huh?”

(Y/n) chuckled and nodded, leaning in closer as well. "Oh, ever since the chocolates I’ve just been over the moon!."

Jayce's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Did you get anything else~?"

Grinning, (Y/n) continued, "He left me flowers – roses, chamomile, and lavender. Such a sweet combination."

Jayce raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Flowers and chocolates, classic moves."

As (Y/n) recounted the gifts she had received, her cheeks grew warmer with each mention. "There were crystals, Jayce, a labradorite to remind me of my own eyes and a tigers eye to remind me of his."

Jayce chuckled at her blushing, clearly delighted by the situation. "That's pretty poetic, don't you think?"

Trying to hide her embarrassment, (Y/n) nodded and finally revealed the most recent gift. "And just yesterday, a silver bracelet adorned with tiny opals. It's... overwhelming."

Jayce couldn't contain his laughter any longer and gave her an affectionate pat on the back. "Well, it sounds like someone is quite taken with you. I've never seen you blush this much!"

(Y/n) playfully rolled her eyes, but deep down, she couldn't deny the warmth these mysterious gifts brought to her heart.

Their laughter echoed through the cozy cafe as (Y/n) and Jayce sat across from each other, sharing a light-hearted moment amidst their busy lives at the academy. Jayce leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, "So, you're still convinced it's Viktor?"

(Y/n) chuckled, sipping her tea before replying, "Well, who else could it be? The tigers eye matched his eye color, and we did spend that unforgettable night locked in with the hex crystals."

Jayce nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "True, true. It's got Viktor written all over it. He's just too stubborn to admit his feelings."

(Y/n) leaned back in her chair, her cheeks slightly flushed at the thought. "You might be onto something, Jayce. A secret admirer in the form of our grumpy colleague."

As they shared theories and playful banter about Viktor's hidden affections, (Y/n) and Jayce reveled in the ongoing mystery, their camaraderie growing stronger over the shared belief that their enigmatic secret admirer was none other than Viktor himself.

The anticipation in (Y/n)'s heart built as the evening drew closer. She put the finishing touches on her work, excitement bubbling beneath her calm exterior. At precisely 7:30, Jayce walked into her lab, and she couldn't contain her joy. She practically leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly as she shared her latest discovery.

"Jayce, you won't believe it! Another gift, and this time with a note inviting me to meet them outside the abandoned lab near the western woods at 8!" Her words tumbled out in a rush, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Jayce grinned, genuinely happy for her. "That's amazing, (Y/n)! I'm so glad for you. You better get going if you don't want to be late."

With a final squeeze of reassurance, Jayce walked her outside the academy. As she headed towards the rendezvous point, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if this mysterious secret admirer would finally reveal themselves tonight.

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WIP of Viktor (arcane) fanart

If I like it when I’m finished I’ll turn him into a pin :)

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 12

Viktor x Fem!Reader

The following day, (Y/n) woke up early with a renewed determination to make a good impression. She carefully selected a beautiful navy dress that accentuated her curves and reached down to her knees. With diligent attention, she applied makeup that gave her face a soft and gentle glow. To complete her professional yet stunning look, she chose a pair of modest heels suitable for work.

As she walked towards the academy, a newfound energy surged within her. She aimed to arrive early, hoping to catch Viktor. From a distance, she spotted him just a few meters ahead, and they both entered the academy almost simultaneously.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, (Y/n) greeted him warmly, her voice filled with genuine kindness. The unexpected greeting caught Viktor off guard, nearly making him stumble in his steps. He swiftly turned his head to look at her, his eyes scrutinizing her as if to ensure she wasn't sick or had suddenly gone mad. What (Y/n) interpreted as Viktor checking her out was, in fact, his attempt to assess her mental state.

After a moment of silent observation, he didn't utter a word. Instead, he turned back around and continued walking towards his lab, leaving (Y/n) both surprised and bewildered. The bright smile that had graced her face wavered, but she summoned her inner strength and proceeded with her day.

(Y/n) worked tirelessly in her clinic, dedicating herself to her patients, and then stayed late in the lab, hoping to encounter Viktor on his way home.

Late in the day, Jayce found his way into (Y/n)'s clinic, his steps hesitant, yet his eyes showed genuine concern. He approached her cautiously, a puzzled look on his face. "Hey there, (Y/n), are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with both warmth and curiosity.

(Y/n) paused in her work, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected concern. She looked up from her herbal preparations, meeting Jayce's gaze with a hint of curiosity in her own. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" she replied, her tone gentle but inquisitive.

Jayce leaned against the counter, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, I bumped into Viktor today, and he seemed to think you've gone a bit... well, let's just say he used the word 'crazy,'" he chuckled.

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the absurdity of it. "Crazy? Seriously?" She shook her head, her expression amused. "I mean, I've been swamped with work lately, but I didn't think it was that noticeable."

Their conversation shifted naturally into more profound territory as Jayce revealed that he had recently spoken with Viktor. Viktor's concerns piqued (Y/n)'s interest, and she leaned in slightly, her eyes searching Jayce's for insights. "What did Viktor say, exactly?"

Jayce shrugged, his gaze thoughtful. "He didn't go into specifics, but it sounded like he thinks you're acting strangely or something. Maybe he just doesn't get why you're so happy these days," he said.

(Y/n) shared a knowing smile with Jayce. She couldn't help herself; the surprises from her secret admirer had brought a lot of joy into her life. "Well, speaking of being happy," she began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I've got a little secret to share."

As they explored these thoughts, (Y/n) couldn't help but share the delightful surprises she had encountered recently - the roses and chocolates. She described the moments that had unexpectedly brightened her days and lingered on the delicious chocolates, the sweetest part of the gift.

Understanding dawned on Jayce, and his face lit up with a mix of delight and comprehension. "So, that's why he's been taking more breaks at work, huh?" he remarked, his tone lighthearted and companionable.

(Y/n) blushed slightly, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Just don't tease him about it, Jayce. I don't want him to stop," she requested, her voice carrying a blend of gratitude and a genuine desire to preserve the small moments of happiness she had been experiencing.

Their conversation ended with shared laughter, and Jayce eventually bid his farewell, his heart warmed by the understanding he had gained. As he walked away, a sly and knowing smile remained on his lips. When Viktor, who had been working nearby, noticed Jayce's smug expression, he couldn't resist commenting. "Great, you've been infected by her eccentricities too," he grumbled, his voice tinted with a hint of annoyance.

As (Y/n) continued her work, a subtle shuffle near her clinic's door caught her attention. A sense of curiosity filled the air, and she cautiously approached the entrance, not knowing what to expect. With a gentle push, she opened the door to reveal yet another surprise gift. Her eyes widened in wonder as she laid her gaze upon a stunning labradorite, a beautiful and iridescent stone.

Attached to the gift was a handwritten note, and as (Y/n) read its contents, her cheeks flushed with warmth. "It reminded me of your gaze," the note simply stated, leaving her feeling both flattered and touched.

Throughout the day, (Y/n) couldn't help but steal glances at the labradorite, admiring its shifting colors and thinking about the ‘mysterious’ sender. As the hours passed, she couldn't help but hope for another encounter with Viktor. She checked the clock from time to time, knowing that the academy's clock tower would chime when it struck 12.

However, the day came to a close, and there were no signs of Viktor. A sense of disappointment lingered in her heart as she sighed softly. She closed up her clinic, preparing to head home. Lost in thought, she mused to herself, "Maybe I should get him a gift next time?" The idea danced in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder how such a gesture might change the dynamics between them.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 11

Viktor x Fem!Reader

In the wake of the council meeting, (Y/n) found herself plunged into a whirlwind of meetings, orchestrating a symphony of ideas with architects and construction crews. Their collective goal was to breathe life into her grand vision: a greenhouse that would stand as a testament to botanical wonder and scientific innovation. The council had generously furnished her with the budget she needed, driven by the anticipation of unveiling this botanical masterpiece to the academy and beyond.

Determined to surpass the council's expectations, (Y/n) poured her heart and soul into every detail of the design. She envisioned a structure that would not only captivate with its beauty but also push the boundaries of botanical research. Her determination was unwavering, fueled by the memories of her victorious council meeting where she had, albeit indirectly, triumphed over Viktor.

While Viktor had receded from the forefront of her daily life, another figure had risen to prominence. Jayce, with his daily offerings of coffee in the morning and soothing tea in the evenings, became a constant presence. Though coffee wasn't her preferred choice, she couldn't resist the warmth that his small gestures brought to her heart.

"(Y/n), I brought your favorite brew," Jayce would say with a grin, handing over a steaming cup of coffee.

She'd chuckle softly, "Thank you, Jayce."

He'd just wink and reply, "I heard it helps with focus, especially when you're dealing with those architectural blueprints."

Their playful banter became a comforting part of her routine. As days turned into weeks, the greenhouse plans took on a life of their own, meticulously detailed and bursting with botanical potential.

One evening, as they sat amidst a pile of sketches and diagrams, Jayce glanced up from his tea. "You know, (Y/n), this place is going to be incredible when it's finished. You're changing the academy's landscape, quite literally."

She smiled, the weariness of her hard work melting away for a moment. "Thanks, Jayce. I hope it brings something special to this place."

The week had flown by, filled with architectural plans and blueprints, and now, (Y/n) was back to her usual routine. The greenhouse designs were complete, and construction was set to begin. She strolled down the academy's hallway, headed for her clinic, her customers eager for her return. Familiar faces greeted her warmly, and she shared pleasantries with them as she fished her clinic key out of her pocket.

Yet, amidst the friendly exchanges and the anticipation of resuming her work, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice an odd sensation prickling at the back of her neck. The faint clicking of Viktor's cane reached her ears, and it sent a shiver down her spine. His presence was unmistakable, and she felt an unusual tension in the air as he passed her by without a single word.

As she unlocked the clinic door and let her customers in one by one, that unspoken encounter with Viktor left her with a lingering unease. Something was off, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Dismissing her apprehension, she threw herself into her work, carefully selecting herbal remedies and luxury items for her loyal customers.

Stepping into the clinic, the fragrant aroma of herbs enveloped her, and for a moment, (Y/n) felt a deep sense of belonging. It was as though the herbs whispered to her, assuring her that this was where she was meant to be.

As the day wore on, (Y/n) found herself serving her last customer, the kind-hearted Mrs. Brickle, a sweet elderly woman who had been a regular at her clinic for years. Their exchange was more than just business; it was a chance for them to chat about life.

Mrs. Brickle, with her warm smile, said, "You know, dear, it's always such a pleasure to visit your clinic. Your remedies work wonders, but it's your company that truly makes my day brighter."

(Y/n) returned the smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Brickle. It's wonderful to have you here, and I'm always delighted to hear how well you're doing."

Their conversation continued, touching on various aspects of life, from the changing seasons to the joys of family. Mrs. Brickle was not just a customer; she felt like a cherished friend.

Finally, as the sun began its descent, (Y/n) closed up shop, prepared to leave the lab behind for the day. As she reached for the door handle, her eyes fell upon an unexpected sight: a tall, narrow vase placed right at the base of her door. A handwritten tag dangled from the stem of a single, beautiful rose inside. It simply read, "For (Y/n)."

She couldn't help but smile, her heart skipping a beat. "Is this from Viktor?" she wondered aloud, a newfound sense of happiness filling her. With the vase in her hands, (Y/n) made her way home, the single rose a silent, enigmatic gesture that left her wondering about Viktor's intentions.

The following day, (Y/n) continued her tireless work, overseeing the construction of the greenhouse while managing her clinic. The atmosphere between her and Viktor remained frigid, with only icy gazes exchanged as they passed each other in the hallway.

Her workday extended late into the evening, and as she finally prepared to leave the lab, there, once again, was a surprise waiting for her. A small box of chocolates lay outside her door, its contents promising sweet delights. The accompanying note read, "For My Dearest, (Y/N). A sweet reminder that I'm still thinking of you."

Overwhelmed with happiness, (Y/n) couldn't contain her excitement. She squeaked in delight, her face flushed as she held the box of chocolates close to her chest. This gesture from Viktor hinted at something more, and she couldn't help but dream of the new opportunities it might bring. Her journey with Viktor was taking an unexpected turn, and she eagerly looked forward to where it might lead.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 10

Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader

As days passed, (Y/n) delved deeper into her research on the peculiar yellow flower from the Zaun forest. The potential of this discovery was exhilarating, and her mind buzzed with the myriad of possibilities. She tirelessly analyzed the properties of the pollen, noting its vasodilative effects on the human body. This was groundbreaking, not just for herbal medicine but for modern medicine as well. The medicinal applications seemed endless, ranging from treating high blood pressure to addressing heart failure, and who knew what other conditions could benefit from this newfound knowledge.

Yet, amidst this scientific excitement, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder about Viktor's absence. Had he been avoiding her? Or was he preoccupied with his own work? The uncertainty nagged at her, but she knew her research was crucial, so she pressed on.

As her findings continued to flourish, (Y/n) took a significant step by scheduling a meeting with the council. She hoped to persuade them to allocate resources for a greenhouse at the academy, a space where she could further develop her discoveries and adapt them for various medical applications. It was a bold move, but she believed in the potential of her work to transform the world of medicine.

The day of the meeting had arrived, and (Y/n) stood resolutely before the council members. The faces of Bolbok, Kiramman, Hoskel, Medarda, Salo, Shoola, and Heimerdinger stared back at her, a mix of anticipation and curiosity in their expressions. (Y/n) had garnered considerable support from them in the past, but today she was requesting a substantial increase in funding, a decision that would carry a significant cost.

Viktor, positioned among the onlookers, watched with a cold and unyielding gaze.

Undeterred, (Y/n) began her presentation, outlining the importance and potential impact of her research. She passionately described the vasodilative properties of the Zaun forest flower and how it could revolutionize both herbal and modern medicine. The council listened intently, and as the room gradually settled, Heimerdinger, the most senior council member, voiced his support for (Y/n)'s project.

"I don't see why not to grant this," Heimerdinger said, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Unless anyone has any objections, we will provide the necessary funding."

A spark of joy lit up (Y/n)'s face upon hearing these words. She was so close to achieving her dream, but that dream was suddenly cast into doubt by Viktor's sharp voice. He stood up, taking the opportunity to voice his numerous objections.

Viktor vehemently argued against (Y/n)'s herbal remedies, denouncing them as pseudoscience that had no place within the academy. He claimed that such funding could be better utilized in more worthwhile areas of research, dismissing her work as a stain on true scientific progress.

The atmosphere in the council chamber became tense as Viktor launched into his objections, his words a sharp contrast to Heimerdinger's earlier support.

"You can't seriously be considering funding this nonsense!" Viktor exclaimed, his voice dripping with disdain as he pointed at (Y/n) and her presentation. "Herbal remedies have no place in our pursuit of true scientific advancement. We should be allocating our resources to projects that actually matter."

(Y/n) bristled at Viktor's words, her frustration evident. "Viktor, I've presented evidence of the potential benefits of this research. It could save lives, revolutionize our approach to medicine—"

Viktor interrupted, his tone cutting. "What you're proposing is a waste of valuable resources. We need to focus on technological advancements, not rely on outdated practices."

Council members exchanged glances, some appearing torn by the debate unfolding before them. Hoskel, known for his pragmatism, spoke up, addressing Viktor. "While we appreciate your perspective, Viktor, we should consider all avenues of research. If (Y/n) believes this could yield promising results, it's worth exploring."

Viktor scowled but didn't back down. "You're all blinded by sentimentality. This is about science, not feelings."

(Y/n) shot back, her voice determined. "And science is about progress, innovation, and the pursuit of knowledge. Closing off potential avenues of research is a disservice to our commitment to advancement."

The debate continued, the room filled with passionate arguments from both sides. It was clear that this decision would have a lasting impact on the academy's direction and (Y/n)'s future.

The room seemed to hang on a precipice as (Y/n) and Viktor locked eyes, their argument escalating. Heimerdinger's voice, when it came, was a bellow that echoed through the chamber. "Enough!"

The council members fell into immediate silence, their attention drawn to the diminutive yordle at the center of the room. He gave Viktor a brief, sympathetic glance, knowing the inner turmoil his protege must be experiencing. "Viktor, my dear boy," Heimerdinger began in a voice that was both gentle and firm, "we value your concerns. Science, after all, thrives on skepticism and debate. However, we must also consider the potential benefits to the academy. The revenue generated from (Y/n)'s research could fund countless projects for generations to come."

Heimerdinger turned his gaze towards (Y/n), a twinkle of approval in his eyes. "And that's why, (Y/n)," he addressed her, "you will be granted the permission and funding to continue your work."

Viktor tried to interject, his frustration palpable, but Heimerdinger cut him off with a raised hand. "Enough," he reiterated, his voice commanding. "This session is over."

With those words, the council members began to disperse, leaving behind a defeated Viktor and a triumphant (Y/n). It was a moment of victory for her, yet the growing divide between her and Viktor couldn't be ignored, casting a shadow over her elation.

As the council meeting concluded, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Triumph coursed through her veins, the sweet taste of victory lingering on her lips. She had won this battle for now, securing the funding and permission to further her research. It was a significant step forward in her quest to revolutionize medicine.

However, she couldn't ignore the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room, much of it emanating from Viktor. His defeat was palpable, and his resentful glare bore into her back as she made her way out of the council chamber. The divide between them had deepened, a vast chasm of opposing beliefs and priorities.

Outside the meeting room, (Y/n) couldn't help but ponder the cost of her victory. Her once-friendly interactions with Viktor had devolved into bitter arguments and icy silence. The camaraderie they had once shared seemed irreparably shattered.

Jayce, who had been observing the proceedings from the sidelines, approached (Y/n) with a congratulatory smile. "That was quite the battle in there," he remarked, clearly impressed.

(Y/n) returned his smile, though it was tinged with sadness. "Yes, i suppose…" she sighed, casting a glance back at the council chamber where Viktor remained, a solitary figure surrounded by fading echoes of dissent.

With the victory she had long sought now in her grasp, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if it was worth the growing chasm between them. The path of progress had a price, and she had just taken a significant step down that road, leaving a deep divide in her wake.

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I was about to finish chapter 10 today.

A huge spider (a thicc one) ran through my room.

Took an hour to calm down and dispose of it.

Then another huge one ran though my room.

Things will be delayed :( sry

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 9 + WIP of upcoming fanart

Viktor x Fem!Reader

This is just a WIP, maybe only 25% finished, don’t worry it’ll look a lot better. I’m just figuring out the layout + colours before I really lay into it. Any advice would be great as I feel I’m lacking contrast and the shadows are a bit off so I’m struggling to place those at the minute.

Anyways thank you all for following along with my lil series, especially those who have been commenting and supporting me along the way! Every comment like and reblog makes me so happy to see whenever I log on and motivates me to continue so thank you! Don’t worry thou this series is far from over, I’m hoping to have at least 20 chapters or so, and then I have 2 more fanfictions planned for the future! I am taking requests and ideas into consideration if you have any! Thank you all!

Morning light began to filter into the lab, casting a gentle glow across the room. As consciousness gradually returned to Viktor, he became aware of the weight against him. Blinking open his eyes, he realized that (y/n) was still nestled against him, her head resting on his chest. The memories of the night before flooded back, reminding him of the warmth they had shared and the unexpected intimacy that had taken root.

Viktor's initial instinct was to push her away, to distance himself from the vulnerability he had allowed himself to feel. But as he looked down at her peaceful expression, he hesitated. Her presence beside him felt strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the isolation he had grown accustomed to. He couldn't help but notice the way her features softened in sleep, the tension that usually marked her face now absent.

For a moment, he allowed himself to simply watch her, to take in the sight of her sleeping form against him. The weight of his thoughts pressed on him, and he found himself grappling with emotions he had long suppressed. His convictions about herbologists and his resentment towards them were deeply ingrained, a result of his past experiences. But as he held (y/n) in his arms, he couldn't ignore the growing realization that his feelings towards her were beginning to shift.

As the lab continued to bathe in the gentle morning light, Viktor found himself torn between the familiar walls he had built around himself and the unfamiliar warmth he was experiencing in that moment. He was acutely aware of the line he was tiptoeing, of the potential for change that hung in the air.

Viktor's internal battle raged on, a storm of conflicting emotions that he couldn't easily resolve. He knew that when they were eventually freed from their self-imposed prison, the dynamics between them would likely revert back to their usual state of tension. But as he watched (y/n) sleep beside him, he couldn't deny the small spark of connection that had ignited between them. Eventually her rhythmic breathing and warmth lulled him back to sleep.

The atmosphere outside the lab had begun to stir, as the late morning sun filtered through the windows, casting gentle light across the room. Unbeknownst to Viktor and (y/n), the lab was in a state of organized chaos. Jayce had been searching for Viktor, growing increasingly concerned as he failed to locate him. Assuming that Viktor had decided to take a day off, Jayce enlisted the help of his assistant Sky to set up the lab for their experiments.

As the two of them went about their tasks, they eventually reached a point where they needed to access the materials stored in the cupboard. With a slow, cautious movement, Jayce pulled open the heavy metal door of the cupboard. The door emitted a soft metallic squeak as it opened, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the scene on the floor inside.

There lay Viktor and (y/n), still deep in sleep. The coat that had been used as a makeshift blanket had slipped off them, revealing their entwined figures. Viktor held (y/n) against him, his chin resting on her forehead, and his arms wrapped securely around her form.

Jayce's eyes widened in surprise, and he motioned for Sky to join him. Without a word, she approached and looked inside, her expression mirroring Jayce's shock. Neither of them had ever seen Viktor behave in such a tender and affectionate manner, especially not with someone he had openly declared to dislike.

The two of them stood in silence, observing the scene before them. The weight of the discovery settled over them, as they tried to process the unexpected sight. It was a moment that defied their understanding of Viktor's character, shattering the preconceived notions they had held about him.

Just as the silence was beginning to stretch, the soft stirrings of movement came from the floor. Viktor's eyes fluttered open, gradually coming to his senses. As he looked up, he was met with the gaze of Jayce and Sky, their expressions a mixture of surprise, confusion, and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Viktor's eyes followed their line of sight, and as he looked down, he realized the situation he was in. His grip on (y/n) tightened slightly, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He knew that his actions contradicted everything he had claimed to stand for, that they revealed a vulnerability he had always been so determined to hide. And yet, as he gazed down at her peaceful form, he found himself unable to let go.

A complex swirl of thoughts and emotions flooded Viktor's mind. Confusion, embarrassment, and a fleeting sense of warmth tangled within him. He quickly unraveled himself from (y/n), gently easing her to the side as he sat up, smoothing his hair in a habitual gesture.

Jayce and Sky remained silent, granting Viktor space to process the situation. His gaze darted between them, his usual icy facade reasserting itself.

"It’s… not what it looks like." he mumbled, his words laced with defensiveness. Flattening his hair, he tried to regain his composure.

Jayce finally spoke, a fond smile dancing at the corners of his lips. "Well, Viktor, I think we all know what it looks like."

Sky chimed in with a playful grin. "Certainly a surprising way to find you both."

Viktor's expression tightened, a blend of annoyance and vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He stood up, brushing off his clothes with a hint of irritation. "Fine, enjoy your spectacle. But this doesn't change a thing," he retorted, a stubborn edge in his voice.

Jayce's smile softened, concern tingeing his words. "Viktor, it's all right to admit you care about her. We won't judge."

Viktor's gaze flicked to (y/n), who was stirring awake from her slumber. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. A myriad of emotions fought for dominance on his face — a conflict between the walls he'd fortified and the vulnerability he'd unwittingly revealed.

Before he could say anything, (y/n) blinked awake, her gaze shifting between the trio, comprehension dawning in her eyes. An awkward yet unspoken understanding enveloped the room.

As Viktor and (y/n) exchanged a fleeting look, it was evident that something had changed. However, Viktor was determined to return to the familiar grounds of disdain. With a swift recovery, he donned his facade, ready to resume their previous dynamic as if the earlier moment of vulnerability had never occurred.

Over the next few days, Viktor's efforts to restore their strained relationship were evident. He reverted to his usual snide remarks, icy glances, and dismissive gestures. It was as if the vulnerable moment in the lab had never happened. He couldn't let his guard down, couldn't allow himself to be swayed by emotions.

(Y/n) observed his behavior with a mix of frustration and understanding. She couldn't deny the fleeting warmth she'd felt when they were forced to share that confined space. But Viktor's defensive stance reminded her that old habits die hard.

Their interactions carried on as before, with their mutual antagonism simmering just beneath the surface. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment each time Viktor brushed off their recent experience, burying it under layers of hostility.

One evening, as the clinics lights flickered overhead and the air was thick with tension, (y/n) found herself alone once again. She sighed and busied herself with her work, tending to her plants and jotting down notes in her journal.

As the clock ticked on, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. The memory of their shared warmth lingered in her mind. She longed to bridge the gap, to shatter the walls of pretense he had built.

Deep in thought, she barely noticed the quiet creak of the door. Startled, she turned to find Jayce standing at the entrance, a sympathetic smile on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly.

(Y/n) returned the smile, grateful for his presence. "Hey. What brings you here?"

He walked closer, his gaze filled with understanding. "Just checking up on you. I know things might feel a bit... complicated right now."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Complicated is an understatement."

Jayce leaned against a nearby table, his voice gentle. "Viktor will warm up to you someday, he may be stubborn but he's not immune to change."

(Y/n) met his gaze, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swirling in her eyes. "Do you really think so?"

Jayce nodded, a reassuring glint in his eyes. "I've known him for a long time. Sometimes it takes a push, a realization, to make someone see things differently."

Her hopes were quick to shatter.

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Chamomile Kisses - Chapter 8

Viktor arcane x Fem!Reader

The unexpected collision left them both in an awkward tangle, their bodies pressed together on the floor of Viktor's lab. The pain that radiated through his leg was evident in the lines of discomfort etched onto his face. (Y/n) winced as she quickly pushed herself up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She moved off him, her apology tumbling out.

"I'm so sorry, Viktor," she muttered, her voice a mix of genuine concern and chagrin. "Are you okay?"

Viktor's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling for a moment, his jaw clenched as he endured the pain. He finally shifted his gaze to meet hers, his usual steely expression marred by a flicker of vulnerability. "I'll be fine," he responded curtly, his words betraying the discomfort he felt.

She extended her hand towards him, offering to help him up once again. He hesitated for a moment, then took her hand with a begrudging acknowledgment of her assistance. With their combined effort, he managed to get back on his feet, albeit with a noticeable stiffness in his movements.

Standing there, the tension between them was palpable, the aftermath of their unexpected collision hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. (Y/n) bit her lip, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she looked at him. For the first time, she saw past his sharp exterior and caught a glimpse of his vulnerability. It was a fleeting moment, but it left an impression on her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she admitted softly, her voice laced with sincerity. "I may not like you, Viktor, but I don't wish you harm."

His expression remained guarded, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. "Believe it or not, I don't wish you harm either," he finally responded, his words surprising her.

As they exchanged a rare moment of honesty, a sudden realization struck them both - they were trapped. The self-locking mechanism of the lab's door had activated, leaving them confined within the confines of Viktor's workspace. Panic briefly flitted across (Y/n)'s features, but she quickly composed herself.

"We're... stuck," she stated, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

Viktor's gaze turned towards the door, his jaw tightening as he processed the situation. He gave a curt nod, his pride preventing him from revealing any hint of concern. "Seems that way," he acknowledged, his tone clipped.

They exchanged a glance, the tension between them temporarily forgotten as the reality of their predicament settled in. The air between them felt charged once again, this time with a mixture of frustration and reluctant cooperation.

As the minutes ticked by, (Y/n) leaned against a nearby worktable, while Viktor perched himself on a stool, his cane resting beside him. Their conversation had shifted from bickering to an uneasy silence, the walls of their differences momentarily crumbling in the face of their shared confinement.

The events of the evening had taken an unforeseen turn, leaving them both vulnerable in more ways than one. As they waited for rescue, (Y/n) couldn't help but reflect on the complexities of their relationship, wondering if perhaps there was more to Viktor than met the eye. A glimmer of mutual understanding began to emerge, shattering the walls of animosity that had long stood between them.

The tense silence was eventually broken by a snide remark from (Y/n), her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "So, trapped in your own lab, huh? Not quite how you envisioned your day, I'm sure."

Viktor shot her a withering glare, his lips curling into a derisive smirk. "At least I don't have to rely on others to get me out of this situation," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, suppressing a sigh. "Oh, please, spare me the dramatics. I've gotten myself out of tougher spots than this."

The conversation had quickly devolved into their usual snarky banter, a familiar dynamic that seemed to be their default mode of interaction. (Y/n) couldn't help but be intrigued by how easily they fell into this pattern, even in their current predicament.

But as the minutes stretched on, the tension between them began to wane, and a flicker of curiosity prompted (Y/n) to ask a question that had been nagging at her. "So, about this self-locking mechanism... Why do you need it?"

Viktor sighed, leaning back against the wall, his gaze distant. "This room we're in," he gestured around them, "is a storage chamber for the hex crystals. It's equipped with a unique self-locking mechanism to ensure their security. When I entered earlier to work on the crystals alone, the door locked behind me."

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by this piece of information. "Hex crystals, huh? What are they?"

Viktor's eyes flickered with a mixture of pride and frustration as he explained, "They're a breakthrough in energy generation. Priceless, and potentially revolutionary. They have the potential to reshape the world as we know it."

The revelation left (Y/n) slightly taken aback, her curiosity piqued even further. Before she could respond, the conversation lapsed into silence once again, the weight of their confined space becoming increasingly palpable.

(Y/n) rummaged through her bag, finally pulling out a small stash of snacks she had packed. As she opened a packet, her gaze flickered to Viktor, who was watching her with a mix of skepticism and indifference. She hesitated for a moment before tossing a snack his way.

He caught it deftly, examining it with a raised eyebrow. "What, trying to bribe me with food now?" he quipped, his tone biting.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, her voice devoid of any genuine malice. "No, just offering some sustenance. I doubt either of us wants to starve in here."

Viktor grumbled under his breath, but after a moment of contemplation, he finally took a bite of the offered snack. (Y/n) nodded in approval, then retrieved a bottle of water from her bag, taking a sip, then offering it to him.

Viktor's brows furrowed as he hesitated, clearly conflicted. He seemed to be grappling with the idea of sharing the same water bottle with her, a notion that likely clashed with his usual sense of personal space and boundaries. After a moment of inner struggle, he reached out and took the water bottle from her, muttering a reluctant "Thanks."

(Y/n) offered a small, wry smile, glad that he had finally relented. As he took a sip, their eyes briefly met, a fleeting moment of connection amidst their conflicting personalities. The silence in the room seemed less suffocating, replaced by a subtle sense of companionship born out of their shared circumstances.

As the hours dragged on, the cold within the confined space grew more pronounced. (Y/n)'s coat provided some protection, but she still shivered, her teeth occasionally chattering. She glanced over at Viktor, who was dressed in his usual attire – a tailored white jacket over a burgundy shirt, paired with dark trousers and polished shoes. The contrast between his attire and the cold environment was stark.

The biting cold of the night persisted, settling deep into their bones and making the cramped space feel even more unbearable. Hours stretched on, and (Y/n) couldn't help but notice Viktor's trembling form. His usually composed demeanor had given way to visible discomfort, accentuated by his lack of protection against the chill. Time seemed to drag its feet, and as one hour gave way to the next, the temperature dropped, intensifying their shared misery.

Glancing over at Viktor, (Y/n) couldn't deny the pang of empathy that tugged at her heart. The circumstances had created an unexpected sense of equality between them, however fleeting it might be.

As the cold became increasingly insufferable, she saw Viktor inching closer to her. The space that initially separated them had diminished, and now he was nearly pressed up against her. It was a silent acknowledgment of the shared need for warmth in this dire situation. Despite her lingering feelings of resentment, (Y/n) knew she had a slight advantage in terms of protection from the cold.

Summoning a small reserve of courage, she decided to bridge the gap even further. "You know, there's no point freezing to death here," she remarked, her voice laced with an attempt at nonchalance.

Viktor shot her a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. "And what do you suggest?" he retorted, the bite in his tone suggesting he was ready for an argument.

"This," she replied, scooting closer until their shoulders touched. The sudden contact seemed to catch him off guard, his reaction a combination of startled irritation.

"You've got to be kidding me," Viktor muttered, but there was a hint of reluctant agreement in his voice.

"We're stuck in here together, Viktor. Might as well make it somewhat bearable," (Y/n) reasoned, trying to mask her own discomfort.

Their bickering continued for a moment, but the cold air soon extinguished the energy for argument. An unspoken understanding hung in the air – the frigid temperature had a way of humbling even the most stubborn of individuals.

After a moment, Viktor's huff of annoyance subsided, and he shifted slightly closer. "Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this," he grumbled.

"Wouldn't dream of it," (Y/n) replied, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

And so, amidst their differences and the harsh circumstances, they found themselves pressed together, sharing body heat in a fragile truce against the cold.

The bone-chilling cold proved to be an unrelenting adversary, testing their endurance and resolve to the limit. Despite their close proximity, it wasn't enough to ward off the frigid air that seemed to seep into every corner of their confined space. (Y/n) knew a way to make this ordeal more bearable, but pride and lingering resentment held her back from making the suggestion.

As another hour passed, exhaustion began to set in, compounded by the numbing cold. (Y/n)'s longing for sleep grew stronger, yet she was acutely aware that sleep in these conditions was impossible. They continued to huddle together, shivering in the darkness.

The desperation for relief pushed her to speak up, her voice a mixture of fatigue and vulnerability. "Viktor," she began, her words almost a whisper amidst the cold, "Could you, just for today, put your hate for me aside?"

Her unexpected plea caught him off guard, rendering him momentarily speechless. He stammered, trying to find the right words to respond to her unprecedented request. "I, uh..."

"Please," she pressed, her tone earnest, "Just for today. Can you try not to hate me?"

The air seemed to thicken with tension as his internal struggle played out on his features. His response was abrupt, yet surprising. "I don't hate... you," he admitted, his voice laced with an unexpected vulnerability.

The admission caught her off guard, her surprise evident in her widened eyes and slightly parted lips. She was about to speak, but he swiftly interjected, his words an attempt to clarify. "I just hate what you do."

The declaration hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the gulf that still separated them. (Y/n) felt a mixture of conflicting emotions – relief at his slight concession, yet a pang of frustration that their differences continued to cast a shadow over any potential understanding.

The weight of their conversation settled between them, adding another layer of complexity to their already tangled dynamic. The cold, however, was an immediate concern that required action. Her question, soft yet loaded, hung in the air between them, making him contemplate the unfamiliar territory he was stepping into. After a beat, he gave a reluctant nod. "Fine." Swallowing her pride, (Y/n) shifted slightly, her movements slow and deliberate.

As she stood and removed her coat, a shiver ran through him, leaving him feeling exposed and cold in her absence. He watched, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in his eyes, as she returned and settled herself in front of him, snugly nestled between his legs. The coat draped over them both, providing a cocoon of warmth that seemed to envelop them.

A strangled gasp escaped his lips, a reflexive response to the suddenness of her action. He was taken aback, his heart racing, and he struggled to find his words amidst the jumble of his thoughts. The proximity was both unsettling and strangely comforting, an intimacy he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The softness of her scarf being draped around them added another layer of insulation, and as her arms wrapped around him, he felt a mixture of vulnerability and a strange sense of connection. He remained rigid, unsure of how to navigate this uncharted territory. The warmth emanating from her, the gentle rhythm of her breathing against his chest, it all felt foreign yet oddly soothing.

As (Y/n) settled against him, the shared warmth between them was palpable, a stark contrast to the relentless cold that had been their constant companion. Looking down at her, he found himself caught off guard by the proximity they now shared.

Time seemed to blur as they sat in their shared cocoon, the silence punctuated only by the sound of their breathing and the occasional creaking of the building settling around them. Despite his initial unease, a sense of calm began to settle over Viktor. He found himself gradually relaxing, allowing his stiff posture to soften as he tentatively draped an arm around her, his hand settling hesitantly on her shoulder.

The touch was almost tentative, a silent acknowledgment of the fragile connection they were forging. In the midst of the cold and darkness, something unexpected was happening – a thawing of barriers and a flicker of understanding that neither of them could have foreseen.

As time passed, Viktor gave way to a gradual relaxation. His arms hesitated before finding their way around her, drawing her close to him. He pressed his chin to the top of her head, his nuzzling an instinctive response to the enveloping warmth that grew stronger with every passing moment. The cold that had once seeped into their bones was now replaced by the shared comfort of their closeness, and neither of them shivered any longer.

Viktor's rational mind battled against the unexpected warmth that was starting to spread within him. He frowned at his own vulnerability, at the way her presence was affecting him more than he would have liked. But his arms remained around her, a silent admission that he had let his guard down, if only slightly.

Amidst the stillness, a soft and barely audible snore reached his ears. He looked down to see her peaceful expression as she slept in his arms, her vulnerability laid bare in slumber. The sight tugged at something deep within him, a mixture of emotions he struggled to untangle. Did he really hate her as much as he claimed? The question echoed in his mind, casting doubt on the conviction he had held onto for so long.

A slight twitch from her in her sleep prompted him to hold her just a bit tighter, his grip protective despite his internal struggle. He couldn't deny the unexpected comfort he found in holding her close, nor could he ignore the unsettling thought that perhaps his feelings towards her were more complex than mere disdain.

Viktor's thoughts circled, warring within him as he continued to cradle her in his arms. He was torn between the convictions of his mind and the emotions that were beginning to seep into his heart. But even as he battled against this internal conflict, fatigue weighed heavily on him, pulling him into the embrace of sleep.

Soon, his own breathing evened out, and he found himself succumbing to slumber. The warmth of her smaller frame nestled into his own provided an unexpected comfort, and as the night deepened, the boundaries that had once separated them blurred even further. In the stillness of the lab, they slept on, entwined in each other's embrace, both grappling with the unspoken tension that had begun to shift and change between them.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 7

Viktor Arcane x Fem!Reader

The expensive sweet treats from Jayce <3 he’s a lil sweetie.

After three long days of healing at home, you found yourself doodling sketches in your notebook to pass the time. The sketches allowed your mind to wander, and you often wondered why your heart didn't lean towards someone like Jayce. He visited daily during lunch, bringing you treats that were as sweet as his gestures. You appreciated his kindness, but your heart's desire was set on someone else.

Every knock on your door would make your heart race in anticipation, hopelessly hoping that it was Viktor who had finally come to check on you. But each time, it turned out to be Jayce. His presence was a bittersweet reminder that the person you longed for was absent.

As you returned to work, the line of customers waiting at your door seemed never-ending. You greeted each one with a smile, pushing aside your personal feelings to tend to their needs. A slight limp in your step didn't go unnoticed, catching the observant eye of Viktor. He didn't comment, but the next day, you found the limp mysteriously gone.

Later that evening, as the day's work came to a close, Viktor's snarky remark caught you off guard. "If your herbal medicines are so good, why are you using modern treatments?"

You turned to face him, your expression resolute. "I didn't use modern treatments, Viktor. I only used the same oil I had once stupidly offered to you." Your words hung in the air, a retort that left him momentarily speechless.

As you turned away, you left Viktor with no room for further argument. The tension between you both remained palpable, but in that moment, you couldn't help but feel a small flicker of triumph. You had shown him that your remedies had their own value, even if he refused to acknowledge it.

The days that followed were a mixture of tension and silent glances exchanged between you and Viktor. You were back to your routine, tending to your clinic, discovering new remedies, and attending to the needs of your customers. Yet, the undercurrent of unresolved feelings lingered beneath the surface.

One evening, as you were closing up shop, Jayce approached you with a thoughtful expression. "How are you feeling? Is your ankle better?"

You nodded with a small smile, appreciating his genuine concern. "Yes, much better, thanks to your treats and kind gestures."

He grinned, looking relieved. "I'm glad to hear that. And I hope Viktor's comment the other day didn't bother you too much."

You shrugged, trying to downplay its impact. "I'm used to his snarky remarks by now."

Jayce's gaze held a glint of determination. "You know, he's not always like this. He's been through a lot, and his skepticism comes from a place of pain."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "And you're defending him now?"

He chuckled softly. "I'm not defending his behavior, but I want you to understand that there's more to him than meets the eye. He's not as heartless as he seems."

You sighed, your gaze distant. "Maybe so, but that doesn't excuse his hurtful words."

Jayce placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I know."

As you locked up your clinic for the night, Jayce's words echoed in your mind. Could there be more to Viktor's hostility than you had assumed? You couldn't deny that his pain might be driving his actions, even if it didn't excuse his behavior.

The next day you came to work, dressed in a mid-calf dress, you exuded a charming blend of whimsy and practicality. The dress, with its soft pastel colors and intricate floral embroidery, embraced your form modestly, exuding an air of simplicity and elegance. The puffed sleeves added a touch of playfulness to the ensemble, while the fitted bodice accentuated your figure. The dress flowed gently as you moved, its hem brushing against your ankles as you went about your work.

The soft glow of the laboratory lights illuminated her surroundings as the clock ticked past 6:30 pm. (Y/n) was immersed in her experiments, surrounded by an array of plants, beakers, and notes. Her hair was partially pulled back with a simple ribbon, allowing a few loose strands to frame her face. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she meticulously observed the reactions of the plants to her treatments.

The tranquil ambiance of the lab was abruptly interrupted by the entrance of Viktor who was presumably looking for Jayce. He strode in with his signature air of arrogance, his sharp features framed by the dim light. His gaze landed on (Y/n), and a snide remark danced at the edges of his lips.

"(Y/n)," he began with a mocking lilt to his voice, "I see you haven't knocked over any vials today."

(Y/n) straightened, her expression a mixture of irritation and defiance. "Oh, Viktor," she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm, "I was just saving my clumsiness for the grand finale."

Their exchange was a dance of wits, a familiar bickering that had become a routine between them. Viktor's lips twitched with a hint of amusement, despite his best efforts to appear aloof. After a brief back-and-forth, he turned to leave, his parting remark hanging in the air.

As the door clicked shut behind him, (Y/n) heaved a sigh, shaking her head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. With the bickering temporarily at bay, she focused on her experiments, determined to make progress before the day's end.

After a satisfying round of tests and observations, she carefully cleaned up her workspace. Grabbing her bag and a long coat to shield against the evening chill, she prepared to call it a day. The laboratory lights dimmed as she stepped into the hallway, ready to head home and put another day behind her.

However, as she walked towards the exit, a strange sound caught her attention. Banging, coming from Viktor's lab. She furrowed her brows, the echoes of the noise bouncing off the walls. Curiosity piqued, she hesitated, her steps slowing. What could possibly be causing such a commotion in his lab at this hour?

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Chamomile kisses - chapter 6

Viktor x Fem!Reader

The tension between you and Viktor had reached a palpable intensity, seemingly escalating with each passing day. The memory of your last encounter lingered like a bitter aftertaste, staining the air whenever your paths crossed. Yet, despite the negative mark that meeting had left on him, you found it hard to ignore the complicated feelings that stirred within you upon witnessing his improved health.

Amidst this backdrop of simmering emotions, you continued your work at the clinic. Your dedication yielded another breakthrough, this time involving a striking blue glowing mold that held the potential to restore vision. However, this discovery was outside your department , so you sent samples to the pharmacy department, hopeful that they could transform it into a groundbreaking experimental medicine.

Each day at the clinic further cemented your pride in the meaningful work you were doing. Clad in a knee-length dress that accentuated your curves and featured a subtle flair at the hem, you exuded a certain confidence. The golden-rimmed glasses perched on your nose added an intellectual touch to your appearance. As you moved about your day, you were no stranger to compliments and attention from the young men around you, some even summoning the courage to inquire about the possibility of a date. Yet, amidst this attention, the one thing you truly desired remained out of reach, creating a frustrating loop of unattainable longing.

The cruel twist of fate left you grappling with conflicting emotions whenever Viktor entered your thoughts or your line of sight. You knew what you felt wasn't right – how could you love someone who seemed to be your exact opposite, someone who had provoked your anger and frustration time and again?

In an attempt to shield yourself from the complexity of your emotions, you chose to channel your feelings into a different direction. With every encounter, you embraced anger and hatred, allowing them to flow forth like venom from your lips. This facade of hostility acted as a protective shield, masking the deeper turmoil that churned within you. How could you reconcile the undeniable attraction you felt with the animosity you so vehemently displayed? The answer remained unknown, as you grappled with you feelings for Viktor, entangled in the web of emotions he had unwittingly woven around you.

You were lost in thought among your littered workspace, causing you to lose your balance. With a jolt of panic, you found yourself falling, the ground rushing up to meet you. The impact against the hard surface sent a shock of pain through your ankle, a cry of agony involuntarily escaping your lips.

Outside the clinic, Viktor was walking through the bustling hallway. His cane echoed against the polished floor as he walked, lost in his thoughts. It was in this moment that your cry pierced the air, carrying the sharp note of distress. His steps faltered, the sound wrenching his attention away from his own preoccupations.

The cry had been laden with a genuine agony that struck a chord within him. Uncertain of what he had heard, he hesitated before the entrance of your clinic. The murmurs of conversation from within reached his ears, but it was the undercurrent of pain that made him pause. His instinct told him to continue walking, to ignore the disturbance. Yet, there was something inexplicable that compelled him to take a step closer instead.

From his vantage point just outside the entrance, he strained to listen, his brow furrowed in curiosity. As the murmurs inside grew fainter, a tense silence settled over the space. It was then that he heard it – a low, pained groan, barely audible but undeniably human.

Viktor's gaze shifted to the door, his internal conflict evident in the way he clenched his jaw. After a moment's hesitation, he pushed the door open, his footsteps echoing against the clinic's interior. The scene that greeted him was unexpected – you, injured and in pain, your hands clutching at your ankle.

His surprise was brief, replaced by a mixture of curiosity and irritation. His voice, laced with a touch of cold detachment, cut through the air. "What's happened now?"

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice, your eyes meeting his. The moment was charged with an unusual tension – the convergence of your pain and his presence creating an unforeseen connection between you two.

Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, your eyes widened as they met his cold gaze. Pain still radiated from your sprained ankle, and the shock of his presence only heightened your discomfort.

"I tripped and sprained my ankle," you managed to explain, your voice laced with a mix of irritation and pain. Your pride stung more than your ankle at the idea of him witnessing your vulnerability.

Viktor's gaze flickered down to your injured ankle, a subtle change in his expression betraying a trace of concern that he quickly masked. "Clumsy," he remarked with a hint of mockery, though his tone held a peculiar edge that you couldn't quite decipher.

You gritted your teeth, both from the pain and the annoyance his comment elicited. "Yes, well, some of us don't have the luxury of spending all our time locked away in a lab," you retorted, a touch of sarcasm in your voice.

His eyebrow arched, his gaze unwavering. "It’s not my fault i lack your clumsiness"

The exchange crackled with tension, the two of you engaged in a verbal spar that neither seemed willing to back down from. Despite the annoyance he provoked within you, there was also an undeniable electricity in the air – an unexpected connection that you found both infuriating and intriguing.

Before either of you could escalate the conversation further, Jayce's concerned voice cut through the tension. "Is everything all right in here?"

You turned your head to see Jayce entering the room, his eyes darting between you and Viktor. Your emotions were a mix of relief at his arrival and frustration at the entire situation.

"Everything's fine," you replied curtly, your tone firm.

Viktor's gaze shifted from you to Jayce, his expression inscrutable. "Just a minor incident," he added, his words clipped, cold.

Jayce's brows furrowed in concern, but he seemed to sense the underlying currents between you and Viktor. He gave a nod, his gaze lingering on you before he addressed Viktor. "I'll help (y/n) with her ankle. You should go."

Viktor hesitated, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. As he disappeared from view, the charged atmosphere in the room began to dissipate, leaving you with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

With Jayce's help, you managed to tend to your sprained ankle, the physical pain now more manageable. Yet, the encounter with Viktor had stirred something within you – a mixture of irritation, curiosity, and an undeniable tension that seemed to be growing stronger with every interaction.

Alone in the clinic after Viktor's abrupt exit, a sense of desolation settled over (Y/n). The sharp ache in her ankle paled in comparison to the emotional turmoil swirling within. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze unfocused as she replayed the encounter in her mind.

Viktor's coldness had left an indelible mark, a stark reminder of his unyielding hostility. His cutting words reverberated in her thoughts, each syllable like a dagger that pierced through any semblance of composure she had left. The tears welled in her eyes as frustration and hurt intertwined, threatening to spill over.

Jayce's presence, however, offered a ray of solace in the otherwise gloomy atmosphere. Concern evident in his features as he watched her, his eyes filled with empathy. She wished she could share the full weight of her emotions with him, to unburden herself from the weight of Viktor's disdain.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jayce's voice was gentle, a soothing balm to her battered emotions.

She met his gaze, her lips twitching in a small attempt at a smile. "Yeah, it's just... the pain in my ankle is getting to me."

Jayce nodded in understanding, though a glint of realization flickered in his eyes. "I know it's been rough, especially dealing with Viktor."

She sighed, her frustration palpable. "He has this way of getting under my skin."

A sympathetic smile tugged at Jayce's lips. "I get it. He's not always easy to get along with."

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, I've definitely noticed that."

Jayce's presence felt like a lifeline, a reminder that not everyone shared Viktor's cold demeanor. He hesitated, his gaze thoughtful, before speaking again. "You know, he's been struggling a lot lately."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Jayce's words. "Struggling? With what?"

He glanced around, as if making sure no one else was within earshot. "I can't reveal all the details, but suffice it to say, he's going through some personal stuff."

The curiosity in her eyes intensified. "Personal stuff? What kind?"

Jayce's eyes held a mix of understanding and caution. "I can't share everything, but it's been affecting him more than he's letting on. His behavior... it's not who he truly is."

Her lips twisted in a mixture of frustration and sympathy. "That's no excuse to treat people like that."

Jayce shook his head, his expression apologetic. "I know, and I'm sorry you had to bear the brunt of it."

Tears welled up, and she found herself struggling to hold them back. Jayce's understanding gaze felt like a comforting embrace, even though he couldn't fully comprehend the depth of her feelings.

"You know, you don't have to tough it out alone," Jayce offered, his voice gentle. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

His words were like a lifeline, and they broke through the dam she had built to hold back her emotions. A solitary tear slid down her cheek, and she blinked back the rest that threatened to follow.

"Thanks, Jayce," she whispered, her voice quivering. "I just... It's been a tough day."

He offered a reassuring smile, his presence a source of comfort. "It's okay to let it out. Sometimes, a good cry can do wonders."

As another tear rolled down her face, (Y/n) realized that Jayce's presence was a comforting refuge from the unrelenting coldness of Viktor. The tears that fell weren't solely from physical pain but also from the emotional weight of an ongoing battle with someone who seemed determined to keep her at arm's length.

Silence hung in the air, tension crackling between the two friends. Jayce's words lingered, his unwavering stance a testament to his commitment to standing up for what was right.

Viktor's expression remained stubborn, his features etched in determination. "I won't change anything, Jayce. She's an irritant, and I won't pretend otherwise."

Jayce's disappointment was palpable, his gaze heavy with frustration. "Viktor, you're letting your preconceived notions cloud your judgment. You can't generalize all herbologists based on one belief."

Viktor's jaw clenched, his voice laced with frustration. "Herbal remedies are outdated, Jayce. We have advanced science and modern medicine. Why should I entertain the idea of herbal remedies when they have caused more harm than good?"

Jayce's eyes held a hint of sadness, his tone gentle yet resolute. "It's not about dismissing modern medicine, Viktor. It's about recognizing that there are different paths to healing. (Y/n) is passionate and knowledgeable. She's dedicated her life to this, just like you have to your research."

Viktor's gaze remained unwavering, his skepticism evident. "Passion doesn't equate to efficacy. I've seen the consequences of misguided beliefs."

Jayce took a step closer, his voice earnest. "But you've also seen the power of genuine remedies and unconventional solutions. We wouldn't have made the progress we have without innovation, without thinking beyond the norm."

Viktor's expression softened slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. Jayce's words resonated, stirring something within him that he had long buried beneath his resentment.

"You don't have to change your stance overnight, Viktor," Jayce continued, his tone compassionate. "But consider that (Y/n) may have insights that you haven't considered. She's not your enemy."

Viktor's gaze lowered, his thoughts churning. Jayce's words lingered in the air, a seed of doubt planted amidst his conviction. As Jayce turned to leave, Viktor remained standing there, the weight of his beliefs now mingling with the possibility that there might be more to (Y/n) than he had allowed himself to see.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 5

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Jayce's entrance into your shop was marked by weariness etched deep into his features, causing your concern to instantly rise. You and Jayce have become great friends over the weeks you spent here, with him making a regular visit to your shop, buying whatever luxury goods you had in stock such as bath bombs, bath crystals and such. You paused from your tasks and looked at him, the uncanny tiredness in his eyes catching your attention. As he started speaking, his voice carried a heavy burden, "Hey, (y/n), I need your help."

Setting down the vial you were holding, you focused your attention on him, worry etched across your brow. "Of course, Jayce. What's wrong?"

He hesitated, his gaze briefly dropping before he looked up at you. "It's about Viktor," he admitted, the words heavy with the weight of the situation.

The mere mention of that name sent a surge of mixed emotions through you, your unease palpable. You gave him an uncaring look, your voice tinged with skepticism. "What about /Him/?"

Jayce's sigh was weary as he continued, his eyes reflecting the gravity of his request. "I know you might not want to help, but he needs help, (y/n)."

Your expression remained guarded, your apprehension evident. "And why should I care about that?" you retorted, nonchalantly taking a sip of your tea as you continued working.

Jayce's voice grew more urgent. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. Recently we made a big breakthrough with the hex crystals, and he’s working really hard to find a good use for it. He's working himself into the ground. Barely sleeping, barely eating."

The concerned furrow of your brow deepened, curiosity piqued despite your best efforts. "Go on."

He took a breath, as if bracing himself for your reaction. "I need to put him down," he said, his voice quiet yet resolute.

The words hit you like a shock, nearly causing you to spit out your tea. "You WHAT?" Your wide-eyed gaze bore into Jayce's, disbelief and shock mixing together.

He stumbled over his words in his haste to clarify, panic crossing his features. "No, no, that's not what I meant! I mean, I need to make sure he rests. He's on the verge of exhaustion, (y/n). I'm really worried for him."

A rush of relief flooded through you, quickly followed by a lingering frustration. "Good, because I don't deal in poison. Not that he wouldn't deserve it…" you muttered under your breath.

Jayce's attention was undivided, his eyes locking onto yours. "He's not well, and I'm afraid he won't stop on his own. I need your help to make something – something to make him sleep. Just for a day or so, so he won't push himself to the brink."

The inner turmoil was evident in your expression as you took a moment to consider the request. "I don't know, Jayce…" you hesitated, the conflict within you clear.

"Please, (y/n), I'm really worried about him," Jayce implored, his voice a mix of concern and desperation.

With a heavy sigh, you relented, the inner battle settled for now. "Okay… fine. But this is all on you. You will not tell him I had anything to do with it, and you will take all the consequences"

A hint of gratitude danced in Jayce's eyes as he nodded, "Thank you. I know it's a lot to ask."

As he left your shop, you were left with a swirl of mixed emotions – concern for Viktor's well-being intertwined with your long-standing enmity. It was a complex situation, and you found yourself reluctantly drawn into a web of compassion that you hadn't anticipated.

You worked diligently, processing the valerian root into a highly concentrated, flavorless oil. But you didn't stop there. Utilizing your extensive knowledge of herbs, you blended Midazolam, chamomile, and lavender into the mix. The result was a potent sleep remedy that could rival even the bitter pills the pharmacy would provide. Hours stretched by as you labored over the concoction, driven by a sense of duty rather than personal investment.

Amidst the delicate crafting, you couldn't help but think about your motivations. This was for Jayce, not Viktor. You hate him. You remind your self over and over. Your disdain for the latter was still firmly rooted. As the mixture took shape, you knew this was an alliance born out of necessity rather than any genuine change of heart.

The final product glinted in its vial, a symbol of the blurred lines between aversion and compassion. However, your task wasn't complete yet – making it unnoticeable was just as vital. You dipped a pipette into the mixture, tasting barely a drop, leaving a woody and tarte taste in your mouth. You contemplated how to mask its taste when Jayce mentioned that Viktor consumed sweet milk every day. The solution clicked in your mind – a hazelnut caramel sweet milk that would effectively hide the remedy's flavor.

When Jayce arrived that night, his expression weary yet resolute, you handed him the vial. "Thank you," he said, a touch of gratitude in his voice.

You met his eyes, your own gaze unwavering. "Remember, I'm doing this for you."

His smile was appreciative as he took the vial, the weight of the situation evident between you both. He left, and you returned to your research, seeking solace in your work and the familiar world of plants.

Startled by the pressure on your shoulder, you looked up to find Jayce's gentle touch. His expression held a mixture of gratitude and concern, his words soft yet sincere. "Thank you so much."

As he walked away, the room felt emptier than before. You were left alone with your thoughts, the undeniable reality that this act of compassion was altering the dynamics of your feelings – not just towards Jayce, but, against your will, towards the very person you'd despised. It was a complex journey you found yourself on, and you couldn't help but wonder where it would lead you next. Not even an hour passed and you could feel the remedy weighing on you. You felt sleepy. Your mind panics as you underestimated the mixture's potency. There’s nothing you can do now. You take your leave and go home.

It was early the next morning, and you headed back to your clinic to start the day. As you approached the entrance, Jayce was waiting for you. Without warning, he enveloped you in a tight, grateful hug that almost took your breath away. "Thank you, (y/n)," he exclaimed, his relief and joy evident.

You managed to take a deep breath when he finally released you. "It's fine… I'm assuming it worked then?" you inquired, treading cautiously.

Jayce's eyes lit up with a genuine smile. "He loved the new taste of the milk, and within an hour, he was knocked out. Still is."

A hesitant smile tugged at your lips. "About that…" you began, your tone a touch uncertain. "He might be out for a bit more than a day."

Jayce's expression flickered with concern before he visibly relaxed. "No problem, as long as he sleeps."

You continued with your day, welcoming customers and attending to your clinic's affairs. A day and a half passed, Viktor remaining asleep the entire time, and your newly concocted remedy seemed to have worked its magic.

As your clinic's closing time approached the following day, the stream of customers gradually dwindled, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with a strange sense of anticipation. Just as you were preparing to close up shop, the rhythmic clicking in the corridor grew more rapid and pronounced. Abruptly, Viktor burst into your lab, his accusatory finger aimed directly at you. "YOU!" he shouted, his anger palpable.

You met his gaze squarely, refusing to back down. "Your mood hasn't improved, I see."

"You drugged me!" he accused vehemently, his words a heated challenge.

You held your ground, your voice steady. "Oh, come on. How could I drug you when my herbal remedies supposedly don't work?"

He stumbled over his words, clearly taken aback by your retort. The awkwardness of the situation hung between you, a testament to the strange turn of events that had brought you to this point.

His expression softened slightly, replaced by a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "You… you're infuriating."

You shrugged, a small smirk playing at your lips. "Likewise."

Viktor's eyes locked onto yours, a charged silence enveloping the room. It was a moment suspended in time, the lines between enmity and something else continuing to blur. As he turned to leave, his steps heavy with irritation, you found yourself watching him with a mixture of irritation, intrigue, and a burgeoning curiosity that you couldn't quite shake. Click click click. You heard the clicking of his cane fade away as he walked down the hall, presumably to return to his lab.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 4

Viktor Arcane x Fem!Reader

You can find this series under the #chamomilekisses tag

As he entered his lab, the heart of his revolutionary research, he couldn't shake the lingering thought of you. He settled into his routine, slipping on his goggles, his focus on the complex equipment and intricate hex crystals that lay before him. He was driven by a vision of changing the world, of proving that science had the power to transform lives and offer tangible solutions to those who believed.

Just as he was about to lose himself in his work, the door swung open, and Jayce walked in – his one and only companion, the unwavering supporter of Viktor's ambitious endeavors. However, today Jayce's expression was far from pleased. "What is your deal, Viktor?" he demanded, his frustration evident.

Viktor huffed, readying himself for the impending conversation. "She's done nothing to you, and you're treating her like-… like she's some kind of a puppy-killer! What's your problem?"

"She might as well be," Viktor retorted, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and conviction. "All that herbal nonsense, it's a waste of time and a mockery of real science."

Jayce's brows furrowed in disbelief. "Viktor, she's tried to be friendly, and you're shutting her down at every turn. The incident with the basket? That was completely uncalled for."

Viktor's gaze turned cold. "She's a purveyor of false hope. I don't need her sympathy, and I certainly don't need her so-called remedies."

Jayce's frustration reached its peak as he locked eyes with his stubborn friend. They argued back and forth, with Jayce attempting to reason and Viktor standing his ground with unwavering determination. "You're pushing people away, Viktor. You're doing yourself a disservice by isolating yourself like this."

"I don't need her. " Viktor snapped, his tone icy. "Now, if you're quite finished, I have actual work to do."

Defeated, Jayce sighed heavily, a sense of hopelessness washing over him. He had tried to bridge the gap, to get through to Viktor, but it seemed impossible. With a final, resigned "fine," Jayce took a seat nearby and picked up his own tools. The sound of soldering irons and machinery filled the lab, a stark contrast to the underlying tension that remained.

In the midst of their separate pursuits, Viktor buried himself in his research, fueled by a need to prove himself right and change the world. Jayce, on the other hand, worked beside him, torn between loyalty to his friend and a growing sense of frustration. The chapter of understanding and reconciliation had closed abruptly, leaving a rift that seemed impossible to mend.

A week had passed since your futile attempt at reconciliation with Viktor. As you walked by him in the hallway, you couldn't bring yourself to glance his way anymore. The polite nods and exchanges you once shared had vanished, replaced by an icy silence that seemed to be your new norm.

Then, the unexpected happened – the box full of papers he was struggling to carry slipped from his grasp, scattering its contents across the floor. Normally, you would rush to help, especially given that he was visibly struggling right in front of you. But this time, you held back a snicker, a small act of defiance that betrayed the frustration and hurt you felt.

His glare shot daggers your way, and he scoffed. "So mature of you to help me."

With a mixture of anger and bitterness, you shot back, "I'm useless, remember?" Without another word, you walked ahead of him, your footsteps carrying you toward your clinic.

Guilt tugged at you, a reminder that this wasn't who you were. You had never been one to be mean or callous, but the walls you had built were strong, fueled by the hurt he had caused. Why should you waste your love and kindness on someone so resistant to it?

You reached your clinic, where eager customers were already lined up outside. As you opened your doors, a wave of satisfaction washed over you. Today was about something positive – introducing your new line of herbal goat milk soaps. With a genuine smile, you greeted each customer, explaining the benefits of your products, and basking in the warmth of their enthusiasm.

You reveled in this new chapter of your life, one that was defined by your own pursuits and passions. As you stood behind the counter, engaging with customers who appreciated your work, the echoes of Viktor's muttered curses behind you served as a reminder that you were on the right path. You wouldn't allow his negativity to dampen your spirit any longer.

With every smile you exchanged and every product you introduced, you found a sense of fulfillment you hadn't known before. The cloud that had hung over you in recent times was lifting, and you were determined to let the light in. As your clinic thrived and your new line of herbal goat milk soaps gained popularity, you couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph over the negativity that had once weighed you down. The journey ahead was uncertain, but you were more than ready to face it head-on, leaving behind the memory of the man who had only served to sow discord in your life.

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After I’m done with Chamomile kisses I might do a fan fiction where the reader is a farmer in STARDEW VALLEY and Viktor is a character there and he falls in love.

If I could, like honestly find a clear tutorial (I’ve looked), I’d actually make a Viktor mod for stardew. I love this man with my whole heart and body, I found THIS

Not mine, credits to the person in the screenshot. But like imagine it! A stardew valley viktor mod where you can date him and marry him! 🥺.

Just a cool thought I had for a while.

Also I definitely don’t have chapters 4-6 for chamomile kisses already finished, Pffft no no way, mhm definitely.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 3

Viktor x Fem!Reader (1300+ words)

@thehistoriangirl thank you so much for the interaction you’ve given me, I really do appreciate it and it has motivated me to do more. Also I just read the last comment and it’s like you read my mind about this chapter! Like how? Also thank you everyone else who liked and commented(? Still not sure how tumbler works lol) anyway here is a new chapter! Thank you so much everyone! I’m also working on an arcane style outfit for the herbalist (y/n) so tune in soon!

In the days that followed, your interactions with Viktor remained consistent – brief, snarky, and often leaving you with more questions than answers. ‘What did you do to deserve this treatment?’. Each encounter seemed to deepen the divide between you, his cutting remarks and dismissive attitude only fueling the flames of your mixed emotions.

Your clinic thrived, its shelves brimming with remedies and solutions that continued to draw a steady stream of customers seeking your expertise. The bustling activity offered a welcome distraction from the complexity of your feelings for Viktor.

One evening, as you were engrossed in organizing your lab, a soft knock on the door interrupted your focus. You looked up to see Jayce standing there, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Hey," Jayce began, "I just wanted to check in and see how things are going."

You returned the smile, appreciating his concern. "It's been busy, but I'm managing."

Jayce's expression turned serious. "I know Viktor can be difficult, but he's been through a lot. He was born with a bad leg, and he's been struggling with it more because of the cold. I don’t know why he’s taken such an attitude towards you, it will get better… I hope."

You nodded, the revelation giving you a new perspective on his behavior. "I had noticed something off, but I didn't want to intrude."

Jayce sighed, his worry evident. "He's been distant and prickly, but it's not entirely his fault. He's been in pain, physically and emotionally. He's had to face challenges that most people can't even comprehend. He’s my best friend, I just wish he’d show that side of his to other people too. I’m sorry for any trouble he’s caused you…"

Listening to Jayce, your heart softened. The layers of complexity that shrouded Viktor's demeanor were starting to make sense. "I never meant to add to his stress. I understand.”

Jayce shook his head. "You're not responsible for his reactions, (y/n). Just give him time.“

As you contemplated Jayce's words, a newfound understanding bloomed within you. The anger you had once harbored toward Viktor now mingled with a compassion you hadn't expected.

Days turned into weeks, and your clinic continued to flourish. Amidst the hustle and bustle, you couldn't shake the mixture of feelings that Viktor elicited within you – the hatred and fascination, the frustration and empathy. While your interactions with him remained icy, your growing understanding of his struggles had begun to reshape your perception.

And as the sun set on another day, you found yourself facing the enigma that was Viktor once more, the intricate web of emotions he wove around you not so easily unraveled.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to extend an olive branch to Viktor. Despite your mixed feelings and the frustration he often stirred in you, you couldn't ignore his evident discomfort. It was a small gesture, but it was a step toward bridging the gap between you two. You were driven by the desire to help alleviate his pain, regardless of your personal sentiments.

In your extensive research, you had stumbled upon a remarkable discovery – a plant you named "elpine." The oils secreted from its leaves carried a potent numbing effect, sinking into the skin and muscles upon contact. After careful testing, you found it to be a remarkably effective painkiller, rivaling even the pharmacy's processed alternatives. It was with this newfound knowledge that you decided to make a move.

With the clock striking 12, signaling lunchtime, you closed up your clinic and set your plan into motion. You carefully selected a bottle of the elpine-based oil, infusing it with the calming scents of ginger and lavender. ‘Maybe the warmth from the ginger will help soothe him.’ You thought. The tall blue corked bottle held the promise of relief within, adorned with a meticulously hand-written label.

You also prepared a thoughtful "get well soon" kit for Viktor. A small woven basket held the elpine oil, soothing bath crystals, calming tea, and even a box of your own homemade cookies. The intention was clear – to offer not only physical relief but also a warm gesture of kindness.

With the basket in hand, you left your clinic and began your journey to Viktor's lab. As you walked, you hoped that this gesture would finally break through the barrier he had erected between you two. Maybe this will signify a new beginning for the both of you.

You stood at the threshold of Viktor's lab, the basket in your hands, a mixture of determination and apprehension coursing through you. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, revealing the room filled with the low hum of machinery. There he was, hunched over his desk, his goggles on, and his attention fixed on the hex crystals emitting a mesmerizing blue glow. You took a moment to stand and study his figure. The blue light hitting his jawline, and the hair clinging to the sweat adorning his forehead. If only…

As you observed him intently focused on his work, you found your voice. "Ahem."

He didn't react, so you cleared your throat a bit louder as you walked closer to him. "AHEM!"

His body jerked in surprise, and he quickly removed his goggles, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. "What do you want?" he snapped, his words dripping with venom.

You held out the basket toward him. "I came to give you something," you said, your voice steady.

He eyed the basket with suspicion. "What's that?"

"It's a gesture of goodwill," you replied, your tone softening. "A mixture of things that might help you, including an oil blend I've crafted."

He scoffed dismissively. "Why would I need your remedies? I have my own methods."

You felt a hint of frustration bubbling up. "Viktor, I know we haven't exactly been on the best terms, but I genuinely wanted to help. You've been working hard, and I thought this might offer some relief. Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean I want to see you in unnecessary discomfort.”

He sneered, his gaze icy. "You're so eager to play the helpful caretaker, aren't you? Trying to fix everything with your herbs and oils."

Your patience was wearing thin. "I'm not trying to fix everything, I just thought..."

"Save it," he interrupted, his voice cutting you off. "I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need your homemade concoctions."

Anger surged within you. "This isn't about pity or charity, Viktor. It's about being human and showing empathy."

He leaned back in his chair, his expression mocking. "Empathy? Spare me."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Fine, have it your way. But I'm not here to argue. I wanted to extend an olive branch, and if you're not interested, that's your choice."

He waved you off with a dismissive gesture. "Just leave it on the table and go." He sighed, not waning to waste more time subjected to your pity.

You hesitated, frustration and hurt battling within you. After a moment, you set the basket down on a nearby surface and turned to leave, frustrated but still relieved he accepted, a smile almost creeping onto your cheeks. But as you reached the door, you heard a thud behind you. You spun around to see him glaring at you, the basket now in the bin.

"What's your problem?" you demanded, your patience finally giving way to your own anger.

His gaze bore into you, cold and unyielding. "I don't need your pity gifts, and I certainly don't need you."

The words stung, and you realized that any attempts at goodwill were futile with him. The feelings you once held for him, sympathy and kindness left you that moment. With a bitter scoff, you turned and walked out of his lab, closing the door behind you. The chapter of attempting to mend the divide between you and Viktor had come to a bitter end, leaving you with a resolve to no longer extend kindness to someone so resistant to it. This encounter did signify a new beginning for you two, just not the one you had expected.

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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 2

Viktor X Fem!Reader (1200+ words)

Enemies to friends to lovers

The following morning, you gathered your courage and headed back to the clinic, hoping to catch Viktor before he disappeared into his lab. As you walked down the corridor, your heart raced, unsure of how he would react to your presence this time.

Spotting him up ahead, you quickened your pace to catch up. "Viktor!" you called out, your voice a mix of eagerness and caution.

He turned to face you, his expression colder than you could have anticipated. The icy stare he gave you was a stark contrast to the warmth he had initially displayed. Silence hung heavy in the air as you struggled to find the right words to bridge the gap.

"Good morning," you finally managed, the words coming out more awkwardly than you intended.

Viktor's response was a disdainful glance, his lips curling into a sardonic smile.

"I wanted to talk about yesterday," you ventured, your voice slightly shaky.

Viktor's chuckle was laced with a hint of mockery. "Ah, the herbologist returns. What could you possibly have to say that would interest me?"

You pressed on, determined to understand. "I'm genuinely confused about what changed between our initial conversation and the end. I’d like to clear the air."

Viktor's tone dripped with condescension. "Clear the air? How quaint. Tell me, (y/n), do you genuinely believe in those herbs of yours? Or is it simply an amusing exercise in delusion?"

You took a deep breath, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I‘ve seen the positive effects of natural remedies. They work and they can complement conventional medicine."

His laughter was sharp, devoid of any real amusement. "Complement? Your 'remedies' are nothing more than a weak placebo. A distraction for those who are unwilling to embrace proven methods."

You tried to hold his gaze, your patience waning. "There's scientific evidence that supports the efficacy of herbal treatments."

Viktor's eyes bore into yours, his expression unyielding. "Evidence? Spare me the pseudoscience, (y/n). Don't mistake anecdotal stories for real progress."

With those final, hurtful words, Viktor turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, a mix of hurt, frustration, and a fiery determination to prove him wrong coursing through your veins. As he disappeared from view once again, you couldn't shake the cold feeling left by his snarky remarks. Determined to rise above his skepticism, you would let your work speak for itself, determined to prove that there was value in the path you had chosen.

Shaking off the remnants of the cold exchange, you embraced the promise of a new day in the clinic. The once vast laboratory had been transformed to incorporate a cozy room, with a counter positioned up front. This was where your clinic would welcome customers, a haven of shelves laden with an assortment of natural remedies, including an array of medicinal herbs like teas, oils, sprays, and various concoctions. The day was a whirlwind of interactions with a steady stream of customers seeking advice and purchasing your meticulously crafted medicines.

In the midst of the busy day, a well-dressed customer approached, intrigued by a particular oil blend. "Excuse me, could you recommend something for stress relief? I've heard great things about your remedies."

You smiled warmly, happy to share your expertise. "Certainly. Our Lavender Harmony Oil is a popular choice for relaxation. Its soothing scent can help ease stress and promote a sense of calm."

As the conversation continued, you couldn't help but be gratified by the positive impact your remedies were having on people's lives. This fulfilling endeavor was quickly shaping into a passion you hadn't foreseen.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, prompting you to start winding down for the day. Packing up your belongings, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was nearly 10:30. You were determined to leave before encountering Viktor, whose presence had become a source of discomfort.

Just as you were about to exit, the door swung open, revealing Jayce. A brief smile graced your lips as you greeted him.

"Hey there, y/n)" Jayce said, returning the smile. "How was your first day?"

You recounted the encounter with Viktor, the surprise evident on Jayce's face. He tried to offer excuses, defending Viktor's character. "He really is a good person at heart, you know… Sometimes he can be a bit grumpy due to his leg pain” he gave you a hopeful smile, seeing you unconvinced he continued, ”… or maybe from overworking himself again, it’s not unusual for him to disregard everything to keep working. Please don't take his words too much to heart. I don’t know what could’ve got him to be like that but that’s not what he’s really like"

You sighed, appreciating Jayce's attempt to defend his friend. "Thank you, Jayce. I'll keep that in mind."

After a moment of conversation, you said goodbye to Jayce and headed home, the weight of the day's events still lingering.

As you walked through the university halls, your footsteps echoing, you suddenly heard the distinct click of a cane behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized it was Viktor, once again making his exit. The rhythmic sound seemed to echo in the corridor, a reminder of the enigmatic figure who continued to both intrigue and unsettle you.

Summoning your courage, you turned around, "Viktor," you called out, your voice carrying a genuine attempt at friendliness.

He stopped and faced you, his expression a mixture of irritation and impatience. "What is it now?" he asked.

You pressed on, undeterred by his tone. "I just wanted to say that I hope we can move past our previous misunderstanding. I’m hoping we can get along in the future, and maybe even become friends."

Viktor's response was a sarcastic chuckle. "Ah, the herbologist with a heart of gold, trying to bridge the gap between science and nonsense."

You were taken aback by his bitterness, but you refused to let it deter you. "It's not nonsense, Viktor. Natural remedies have been used for centuries to treat various ailments. There's a reason they persist."

He rolled his eyes, his patience clearly wearing thin. "If you believe in that drivel, be my guest. But don't expect me to see it any differently. I don’t see us becoming friends."

Before you could respond, he turned away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. You watched him go, feeling further frustrated by his actions.

As you observed him walking ahead, something caught your attention. Today, unlike yesterday, you noticed a subtle discomfort in his movements – a slight hitch in his step that hadn't been there before. Despite the frustration he stirred within you, a pang of empathy washed over you. But you held your tongue, allowing him to exit before you.

The exchange left you with a whirlwind of emotions, a volatile mix of disdain and an unexpected spark of something deeper. It was as if your feelings toward him had taken on a duality – a complex blend of both hate and an inexplicable attraction. As you made your way home, you couldn't help but acknowledge the paradoxical nature of your emotions, wondering how this enigmatic man had managed to evoke such conflicting sentiments within you.

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My first fan art of this sweet boi!

First of many cuz I’m low-key obsessed.

Next will need to have more character to them thou, I know he feels very cold and stiff but I just wanted to enjoy that jawline.

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Chamomile Kisses - Chapter 1 (Full)

Viktor X Fem!Reader (900+ words)

Enemies to friends to lovers

Chapters 2–6 now available using the tag chamomilekisses

Hi anyone who sees this! This is the full first chapter of the story, I have another lined up ready to post. Please leave a like or comment if you are enjoying this, I’m new to tumblr so it’s motivating seeing people actually interacting with my work. Also I wanted to say that this will be a long series! Thank you!

(How I imagine the new lab)

(How I imagine the clinic section at the front of the lab -couldn’t find credits for either)

You've dedicated over 3 years to the Academy, focusing your expertise on the biological sciences housed in the east wing. Although your background is in Pharmacy, you've embraced herbology to broaden your knowledge. Not only have you delved into the study of plants and their medicinal applications, but you've also become the driving force behind the flourishing herbology clinic.

As time has passed, your natural remedies have gained remarkable popularity, causing your clinic's demand to outgrow its initial, confined space. Hermendinger, your unwavering supporter in establishing the herbology clinic, keenly observed this expansion. Together with the council, he recognized your significant contributions, evident in the substantial revenue you've generated for the academy, second only to the pharmacy in the west wing of the academy.

Recognising your potential and the need for more space, the decision was made to provide you with a considerably larger area to operate your clinic. This shift to the north wing signifies the Academy's investment in your expertise, granting you the canvas to magnify your studies and elevate your herbology clinic to new heights.

You crossed paths with him –Viktor. He strode gracefully through the hall, his imposing form exuding confidence, his lush, chocolate hair swept back, framing his sharp features. His presence was unmatched, the rhythmic click of his cane trailing behind him as he remained engrossed in the papers held tightly in his grip. Click, click, click. In that fleeting moment, he continued on, oblivious to your presence. With boxes in your hands, you carried on your journey, making your way towards the glass door that lay ahead -your gateway to a new clinic and research lab, ushering in a fresh chapter in your life.

Unveiling the array of equipment -flasks, beakers, pipettes, and burettes, you meticulously unpacked within the confines of your lab. Your tools sprawled haphazardly across the surfaces, testament to the meticulous work that lay ahead before your grand opening. Days turned into a whirlwind of activity, just shy of a week's time spent sorting, organizing, and setting up both your plant study equipment and the natural remedies you intended to offer. The final touch awaited completion – the new sign, a masterpiece crafted by the skilled hands of the handyman. Amidst this transition, you had the privilege of meeting a multitude of new faces you hadn't encountered before. The wing you now called home specialized in engineering and experimental sciences, a vibrant tapestry of innovation and intellectual exploration. Among these new acquaintances was Jayce, who took it upon themselves to extend a warm welcome. It was Jayce who gave you more insight on Viktor, an introverted workaholic, reserved but with a kind and genuine heart.

Empowered by Jayce's insight, you mustered the courage to break the ice. As dusk settled in, and the lab doors were left ajar in anticipation of Jayce's return to close up, you seized the chance to observe Viktor. His absorption in his work was evident, his focus absolute as he remained oblivious to the world around him, including your discreet presence.

Over time, your late nights at the lab unveiled an intriguing pattern – the faint click of Viktor's walking stick at precisely 11 pm, marking his departure for the day. Today marked a turning point, the day you would take that leap and talk to him, setting in motion an unconventional relationship that would undoubtedly shape the chapters of your journey ahead.

As the clock struck 11 pm, you found yourself outside Viktor's lab, heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Tonight was the night you had decided to introduce yourself and hopefully initiate a connection with the enigmatic man who had piqued your curiosity.

Summoning your courage, you approached Viktor just as he was preparing to leave. "Hi there, I'm (y/n)," you began, a friendly smile on your face.

Viktor looked up, his initially guarded expression shifting into one of pleasant surprise. "Ah, nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm Viktor," he responded, extending a hand for a handshake.

"Likewise," you replied, relieved by his warm reception. "I've been working in the new herbology clinic and research lab down the hall."

Viktor's eyebrows raised slightly. "Oh, the herbology clinic? That's interesting. Quite a departure from the engineering and experimental sciences around here."

You nodded, encouraged by his interest. "Yes, I've been focusing on natural remedies and plant studies. It's been a great journey so far."

The mood shifted suddenly. "So, you're the one who's going to run the herbology clinic?" Viktor's tone had turned notably colder, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that took you aback.

"Yes, that's right," you responded cautiously, unsure of the shift in his demeanor. "I'm excited about the opportunity."

Viktor's expression tightened, and a sarcastic smirk crept onto his lips. "Of course you are. Running a clinic based on nature's wonders. Quite the departure from my realm of rigorous experimentation, isn't it?"

You felt a pang of hurt and confusion at his sudden change in attitude. "I believe there's value in both approaches," you tried to explain, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Viktor's cold gaze lingered for a moment longer before he abruptly turned, his tone dripping with condescension. "Well, I hope your herbs work wonders, (y/n). Enjoy your venture." And with that, he walked away, his steps echoing down the hallway.

Left standing there, you were stunned by the abrupt shift in his demeanor. What had caused this sudden change? The questions whirled in your mind as you watched him disappear around the corner, feeling a mixture of hurt, confusion, and determination to understand what had just transpired.

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