#⚙️ ⋆ arcane

[pearlcigs]

⋆ waking up on christmas morning ft. ellie, abby, and vi — tlou discord server

the air is cold, snow sticking to the cloudy window. the sky outside was pure, the wind sneaking into the cracks of the window. ELLIE kept you close, hands wrapped around your waist with your back pressed against her chest. the blanket wrapped around both of your frames to shield you from the barren cold. you both know there's presents to be opened but neither of you really find it in you to care. they'll still be there later. you stay there for an hour or so, with her soft kisses along the back of your neck and her stupid christmas puns.

"hey babe," she snickers before she can even start the joke. "what do you call people who have a fear of santa?" she grins widely, laughing to herself knowing she had been planning on telling you this joke for weeks now. you laugh at her silliness, shaking your head, imagining the stupid grin she had on her face. "what?" you inquire. "claustrophobic." she tells eagerly, waiting for your reaction. "god, that's— that's stupid." your laughs beginning to mix with hers.

small snowflakes fell down from the sky, painting the ground white. the sun had just barely rose when you stirred awake, excitement immediately flowing through your veins. the covers are thrown off you by your own accord, the chilly air nipping at your skin. you couldn't help yourself, pulling the blankets off ABBY just as you had done to yourself. she groaned, pulling you against her in an attempt to keep herself warm with no blanket. you giggled in her ear, kissing her cheek with too much energy for her liking.

"wake up, wake up." you kiss her cheek between each word. "what time is it?" she questions, face still pressed against her pillow. "who cares, it's christmas!" you exclaim, pulling on her arm to get her up. "it's time for presents— ooh! i know exactly which one i want you to open first." you continue to pull on her. "alright, alright, i'm coming..." she lets out a small 'oomph' as she sits up, pulling you into her lap. "merry christmas, my love." she gets sweet and sappy for a moment, kissing your forehead. "we're making coffee first." she demands and you just roll your eyes.

the fire crackles, blankets askew on the floor, barely covering both of your bodies. you slept in front of the fire place, VI insisting she just had to stay up all night to catch santa. you couldn't recall when you both fell asleep, only knowing you felt safe in her arms the night before. vi was the first to wake, eyes wondering to the tree that she was just sleeping 10 feet from. presents littered the skirt of the tree, a smile forming on her face as her eyes flickered between your sleeping form and the presents.

"santa came!" she shook you awake, eliciting a groan from your sleep deprived lips. she wore a toothy smile on her face, knowing it wasn't really santa who put those presents under the tree, but you. "come onnnn. these presents better be opened by 7 am on the dot." she threatened emptily. she leaned down, kissing your face, your shoulders, your stomach, anywhere she could. with each kiss, the grogginess vanished just a little. you had to admit, seeing her this excited made your heart warmer than hot cocoa.

finished this at 10:53pm 😅 better late than never i suppose..

[viktor-uop]

Jayce quickly made his way to the lab. Once he got there he opened the door, not caring to knock this time.

"Vik, you're all good? what's up?"

Viktor stands up and gestures for Jayce to come towards him

[autumnsartblog]

Viktor…I hated drawing his SUIT

— REBLOGS + COMMENTS appreciated

[teddy-boar]

Jayvik Orchestral Theme

Made a little compilation of their orchestral themes together

A little background playlist to write to, if you will 💜⚙️🦋💜

[humdrumvillain]

If I had a nickle for every time I loved a piece of media that had a mlm couple with a butterfly motif I'd have 2 nickles which isn't a lot but it's a little weird that it happened twice

[metalwinggedfairy]

🎇⏳⚙️ - Isha & Jinx sketches (they arw important to me)

[onna-musha-mari]

𝟙𝟚 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕞𝕒𝕤

𝕕𝕖𝕔. 𝟚𝟝 ✧ 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖 ✧ 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝕋𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖…

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘/ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣: all romantic f/o’s x their pairing

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 469 (only the actual writing, not including the mini titles)

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fluff, some do have optional angst, not proofread

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: less a fic and more a list of what each f/o would get for Christmas and what they would give. F/o first then my (s/i)/oc. I had so much fun doing this! And would love to do it again next year! ❤️ Christmas light dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

𝔸𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖 (The Dragon Prince)

Aaravos gets Yvaine a new sketchbook and fancy pencils, or a star-spider silk shawl. If he gets her the notebook he definitely writes a little note in the front cover for her. Yvaine gets Aaravos any type of spell book/magical item/relic she found that he doesn’t have. Aaravos and Yvaine both help Leola make her gift for the other. (Want Angst? Here, Yvaine kept the sketchbook, and after Aaravos’s imprisonment she constantly rereads his note to her. Reminding herself that there was a time when he did love her.)

𝔸𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕕 (Castlevania)

Adrian gives her one of his mother’s or father’s old research books. Adelheid would definitely make him something, a new invention or alchemical solution specifically made for him.

𝔾𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕠 (Demon Slayer)

Giyuu probably needed Tanjiro to help him get a gift for Sunako, and in the end he would probably make her something like her favorite noodles. Sunako would also ask Tanjiro for help, getting him something practical, something he could use in training.

ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖 (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Howl would probably give something enchanted. He is the greatest wizard in all of Ingary. I would probably get him some type of fancy clothing, fancy jewelry, stuff that fills that love of his appearance.

𝕃𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚 (Voltron)

Lotor’s definitely using the Galra treasury to get her something that she would use or need often. Perhaps a new blaster or an upgrade to her ship or hearing aids. Cassi gets him a joke gift about Universal sign language, but would actually get him a custom sword hilt with an inscription.

ℕ𝕖𝕦𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚 (Genshin Impact)

Neuvillette gets Fulmati rare flowers from different regions as to add to her green house. Fulmati 100% gets Neuvillette some top quality water, all the fixings.

𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕦𝕜𝕒 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Suguru buys Fuka all of the books on her “want to read but don’t have yet” list (hint, it’s a lot) Fuka gets him some experience, like a new museum or an aquarium date just the two of them.

𝕍𝕒𝕩’𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕒 (Vox Machina)

Vax would give Lada a necklace he made himself (with Vex’s help), it would have some charms or things to remind her of him. A small raven feather, wood carven dagger, stuff like that. Lada gives him a hand sewn leather dagger sheath, with embroidery similar to that of her people’s. (Want angst? Don’t mind spoilers? Here you go, Lada always wears Vax’s gift after he goes with the Raven Queen, as a way of remembering him.)

𝕍𝕚𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕟 (Arcane: LoL)

Viktor uses hextech to make Shan something, like a watch (so she can actually be on time for once) or something that she would like. Shan welded a metal flower for him. Which be keeps on his desk in the lab.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒 (Moriarty the Patriot)

William gets Eliza hair pins, brooches, rings, lots of jewelry. Plus some chemistry books. Being a lord has some perks. Eliza in turn gives William some special chalks for his classes (inspired by @saioratral’s William x reader fic)

[textbookz-n-sketchbookz]

Textbooks and Sketchbooks - CHAPTER ONE

Awsome Sauce Chapter Recap: Marly goes to her secret spot, falls, and excitedly yells at a random person she sees (extra cool).

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: None!

The grace of a school holiday settled upon Piltover’s Academy, students and staff free for a day to do as they please. While the young scholars socialized and caught up with friends, lounged in their homes, or met up with family, a young artist roamed the streets. Colorful as can be, Marly could be seen walking around. She still had her purse, notebooks, and stoplight red water bottle on her, as usual. Tilting her head as she looked around, the city of Piltover was busy as ever. All around there were merchants selling trinkets and items, elites gossiping as they trotted along, and the citizens of the city living at their finest. 

Glancing at all the people, she quickly jogged away from the mainland, away from all the noise and busy crowded areas. As much as the business was fine with her, and as much as she was often as loud as the city itself, it wasn’t what she was looking for today. Marly hummed softly as she moved around the terrain, diverting from the pristine cut grass and evenly painted buildings towards the more untouched, unkempt sides of Piltover. 

Noise and chatter slowly subsided, now Marly’s ears filled with the sound of rushing water. This place was where the citizens of Piltover rarely went. Not because this area of the city was dangerous, simply because it didn’t reflect the perfecality of Piltover. At this point Marly wasn’t even sure if it was considered a part of the city anymore. Geographically, yes it was part of Piltover. But by now, when people say ‘Piltover’, they think of the City of Progress, where art and science come together hand in hand. A place fit for only the most elite, and the brightest of minds. Such an immaculate city wouldn’t see an area so ragged as something fit and worthy to claim. After all, it was an old, practically abandoned land. Something one finds in a science textbook about how erosion affects the earth, not in a city that’s the pinnacle for progress.

Marly walked along the land, looking over the edge of a rusty staircase. She glanced around, seeing if she had any witnesses. It wouldn’t matter, despite all of Piltover’s laws, there wasn’t one for going into this area. As usual in the areas further away from the big city, there was no one around, everyone being too enthralled with the day to day flawlessness of the main area. She slowly ventured down, one hand holding all her stuff, the other lightly trailing along the handrail. She kept her gaze on her feet, to prevent herself from missing a step, or tripping. Soon she made it down, now standing along what seemed to be a ledge in the middle of an open space. It was too high for her to jump down, and any attempts to climb down were too steep. Water pooled in a small lake at the bottom, though was quite shallow, having dried up over the years. A little stream flowed behind some rocks in the scenery. Once lush plants now wilted, some having turned to thin vines, others having bunches of yellow leaves curled up from lack of care and water. 

The artist often went here for quiet time, a simple escape from the loud city and the stresses that came with it. Sometimes she would draw, other times she would walk around and simply wonder about the part of Piltover that was so different from the main city. She’s drawn this place a couple times, deeming it the only scenery she would be willing to draw on her own time. In her sketchbook, one could find Marly’s studies of the glass windows in the side of the ledge. The glass hadn’t been cleaned in a while, dimmed and damp with time, water leaking from them. She believed the pattern and arrangement of the material to look similar to a geometric skull, perhaps a menacing face or even a mask someone would wear, encased in the circular rim. 

Anything from lazy marker sketches that took Marly twenty minutes, to intricate charcoal pieces, she drew this little area. She’d even find ways to implement it into her personal art and even school projects. The wilted plants appeared in the background as a supporting element to a piece about nature’s toll on human structures. The shallow lake has some sort of creature drinking out of it, for a creative fantasy painting. That window design that looks so much like a mask is turned into an actual mask, for a fake product design project. This simple area that Marly discovered on a whim has become something so substantial in her art journey.

Standing on the start of the suspended ledge, Marly tilted her head. She slowly stepped away from the base of the staircase, walking towards the middle of the area. She could spot what seemed to be a red shed, its door missing and roof chipped and weathered away. This hasn’t caught her attention before. It’s paint was wearing off, whoever used this in the past was definitely long gone, abandoning the small shed. These were similar traits to the couple of smaller huts and sheds behind this one, lost of their use. As she looked around, she compared the buildings on the ledge to those in the distance, of which were a part of the main Piltovan land. The ones with her were obviously older, in fact this whole area seemed older. Compared to the rest of Piltover, this area still retained its natural composition. It was created by a large fissure, rather than carved out by hand like the rest of the city. 

Continuing to make observations, Marly spotted a large wall, fit with three holes. She tilted her head, squinting her eyes slightly. The holes seemed to be drainage openings, the faint speckle of moving machinery behind them. In past years, the wall wasn’t there, and she would be able to see the city behind it, had she known about this spot then. 

Marly came to the conclusion that this abandoned land had been left behind during Piltover’s main industrialization era. It was now its own little bubble, a humble reminder of how the grand city started. She hoped that this lovely area wouldn’t fall to the Piltover ways, and end up caught in a construction project, hammered away to make room for the next big thing the city has to offer. Thankfully, judging by now everyone had seen to have forgotten this place, there was a bigger chance that it would be left safe.

Turning her attention back to the red shed, Marly stared at it, her gaze sharp. She then stuck her hand into her purse, pulling out a pencil case. Opening it, she dug around, carefully not to knock any supplies out. Marly grabbed an old red marker, something she kept on her for the sake of luck and its familiarity. She made her way to the shed, arms flapping slightly as she jogged. Once she reached it, she uncapped the marker, setting it to a barren section, where the paint was gone, and now unmarked wood was left. Marly’s eyes widened slightly when she saw how the color match was almost perfect, her marker being a slight bit too dark and saturated. Though it added a slight charm to the shed, an imperfect human touch, something that Piltover’s buildings often lacked. She continued to work away, coloring like a child over their parent’s walls. She had no reason to do this, Marly just thought it’d be nice to do something, and leave a bit of herself in this place.

Shifting her foot slightly, Marly’s heel caught on a bit of scrap metal sticking out the ground. She stumbled, arms flailing about as she yelped. Clutching her marker tightly in one hand, Marly slowly regained her balance, sticking her arms up as she looked around, slightly fazed and faltered. She glanced around wildly, searching for the cause of her almost tripping. She quickly spotted the metal, and tilted her head. To be sure it was just that, Marly looked up and around some more, making sure this wasn’t the cause of a person. There was no one around, so why would there be? She’s pretty sure she was the only person that bothered visiting this place. Though, as her gaze flitted over the large wall, she paused. 

In the middle drainage hole, there was a figure. Marly couldn’t make out any big details about who it could be. But there was a person! In the same little space she thought no one else visited, there was a person. They seemed to be sitting on the ledge of the hole, the posing of their body suggested that they were looking at her. Marly perked up, and upon closer examination, they seemed to be wearing the Academy uniform. She furrowed her brow and tilted at this, as it was a holiday. Yes, she considered the uniform pretty, but why wear it on a day with no school? Raising her hands to cup the air around her mouth, she decided to speak. 

“Hey!!” Marly called out, closing her eyes as she spoke. When she thought to ‘speak’, she actually meant ‘yell’. Her voice rang out through the area, and Marly was glad that no one would be close enough to hear her. God forbid Marly ever forget how loud she could be. Thankfully for today, it would only be her and this mystery student. 

The continuous whirring of cogs and machinery is interrupted by the rhythmic clank clank clank of Viktor’s cane. He slowly made his way to the edge of the large drainage hole, ducking underneath the swinging mechanisms. Grateful for the holiday, he sat down on the edge of the hole, staring out into the old land. His blank stare stops when a small blur of color comes into view below. Looking down, Viktor tilted his head, amused as he watched the figure.

The girl had come back again, colorful as ever. Viktor watched her saunter throughout the ledge, as he stayed hidden away in the drainage hole. He often came to this area to think, to get away from the stress of the city. Viktor technically wasn’t supposed to even be at the Academy, he snuck in and hasn’t been discovered since. It wasn’t a particularly burdensome thing to do, pretend to be a student, though it didn’t really allow him to pursue what he wanted to be, a scientist and inventor. Specifically to change the world and make it a better place for everyone. But with his current position, he had a feeling he would just have to wait until someone noticed him. 

Turning his attention back to the colorful figure, Viktor knew he had seen the girl before. The first time he spotted her, he had mistaken her for a child that had run away and gotten lost. She was dressed in strikingly bright clothes that looked out of place in comparison to Piltover fashion. Her figure was small, so from far away he assumed she was a kid. Though, seeing her appear on the ledge below in the Academy uniform made him reform his thoughts. She was simply short, conundrum solved. 

It was always the same girl that appeared. Often clumsy in the way she moved sometimes, while other times moving sharply, as if she was a choppy animation. But in general, she moved like a cartoon character, with big gestures, her shoulder length black hair swaying whenever she moved. When she didn’t wear the Academy uniform she wore uniquely bright clothing. When she did wear the uniform, she kept her colorful shoes, and the abundance of accessories on her arms. Viktor couldn’t make out much more of her, since he was so far away whenever he saw her. He noted that she often had things with her. She would sometimes sit down and look around, before glancing down to what seemed to be paper. Perhaps she was some sort of artist? He had never seen her in the Academy before, staying as his unsolved equation for all the one sided encounters he had with her. Viktor had gotten small glimpses of her face when he glanced in his general direction, but never directly at him. They never interacted, she stayed on the far ledge, and Viktor stayed up in the drainage hole, surely he was just specks of color from her perspective. He never watched her for long, usually a few minutes at most. It would be impolite to invade her privacy, but seeing as she also knew this secretive place, Viktor couldn’t help but be curious.

Today, the girl seemed to contemplate things, before approaching the old red shed. She jogged, her bright clothing making her look like a bright beetle, scurrying about. Viktor tilted his head, and moved to sit on the ledge of the hole. She rarely interacted with the land, usually sitting down and observing. He left his cane behind him, leaning it against the wall. The whirring of machinery behind him was the continuous soundtrack whenever he went here. He let his legs dangle off the ledge, watching as she did something to the shed. She was too far away for him to fully know what she was doing, but all he could pick up was that she was heavily focused on it. 

She moved slightly, before stumbling. Viktor assumed that she almost tripped. He leaned forward as he watched her flail around, the falter earning a yelp from her. The yelp earned a raised eyebrow from Viktor, as he’s never heard anything from her up until now. The girl looked around frantically, staring at the floor. She continued to look around, before her gaze fell on him. Viktor paused, looking back. She had never acknowledged him before, or even been aware that he was even there in the distance. He tilted his head, the girl mirroring his action moments later. 

All of Viktor’s thoughts were interrupted as a loud ‘Hey!!’ sounded, and his eyes widened in surprise. For someone so small, she seemed to pack an explosive voice. He flinched slightly, his hand reaching to the wall to steady himself, before attempting to peer closer.

“Don’t fall!” Came the voice of the girl again, noticing his movement. Viktor chuckled softly, he didn’t plan on it. She waved her arms, the soft rattling of her bright bracelets filling the air.

Today had many firsts for them. First time having the girl see him, first time interacting with her, and first time hearing her speak. Viktor hoped that she would come back to this place, while knowing he would be there. She made quite the first impression when interacting with him. Whoever this was, she seemed very open to being friendly.

After watching the mystery student move from her call, Marly yelled out not to fall. She didn’t want to be the reason such a serene place suddenly becomes a crime scene. She had so many questions about this person. Who are they? Why are they up in the drainage hole? How did they even get up there? How do they also know about this place? But for now, she would focus on interacting with them now.

“Hello!” Marly called out. The figure lifted their arm, waving at her. When there was no verbal response, she assumed they were too quiet for her to hear. She waved back, smiling excietly at the figure. She needed some way to remember this. So she quickly grabbed her sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “Stay still!” She exclaimed. Thankfully listening, the figure stayed still. 

Marly quickly sketched the figure. It was loose, messy, perhaps even ugly. But it provided all she needed to commit them to memory. Closing her sketchbook and looking back up at the figure, she could see the start of a shadow creeping over the wall. It was getting darker outside. Not wanting to get caught up in walking home at night, she promptly cleaned up her stuff, waving her arms. A short encounter, yes, but perhaps the person would come back to this place. If Marly believed that this was a nice, secret place, maybe this mysterious student did, too. If they believed this was a nice place, they would most likely come back, and maybe then they could talk. 

“Bye! See ya soon!” She smiled, waving her arms once more, colorful kandi bright as a friendly siren. She was sometimes blunt with these things, always straight to the point. The figure stood up after she spoke, pausing before they retreated into the background. Marly turned away, grabbing her things. Sure, she never really got a response from the mystery figure, but there was some sort of understanding connection whenever she spoke. A non-verbal response was just as good a response as any, and she was grateful the figure even did respond. Most students from the Academy would have either ignored her, or thought of her as weird. 

Marly mentally jotted down that she would have to visit the spot again. She hoped the figure would still be there, maybe she could find out more about them. Marly made her way back to the main city, eager to make it home. Then she would be able to jot out all her thoughts, and decipher who this new person could be. In all honesty, they weren’t that much of a mystery. It was only the who are you’s and what you are doing here’s that categorized this person anywhere in the unknown. She shouldn’t even care that much, whoever that person was had all the rights to be in the area as she did. 

When school started again tomorrow, Marly would try and find time to figure who the person was. Perhaps she would ask around, see if anyone knew. For now, she would stick to the scribbled drawing she had. Messy marks on a page, her only proof that someone else shared this serene space with her. Holding all her stuff, she glanced back at the drainage hole, an unknown feeling lingering in her chest. This was certainly one of Marly’s stranger encounters with someone from her school, to say the least.

(the secret spot in question ⬆️)

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[viktor-uop]

No idea who he is

But I like him

Are you okay or did you realize Ekko was right

[pearlcigs]

⋆ arcane

⋆ VI

waking up on christmas morning ft. ellie and abby

merry christmas! >100 words, cuddling, kissing

[viktor-uop]

Jayce had finally convinced Viktor to go to a party with him. To say Jayce was excited would be an understatement. He was totally jazzed. They had arrived at the hall and walked in. Jayce had his pinky intertwined with Viktor's so they didn't lose each other, because he promised to stay close.

There were quite a lot of people, all piltover rich people schmoozing with other rich people.

@piltovers-golden-boi

Viktor looks around analytically analyzing the different types of people there. He isn't used to going to big parties like this, especially with people who have more money than he's ever seen.

He straightens his tie and groans

"Did I have to get dressed up...?"

He mutters to Jayce

[heartshaped-conffti]

I need everyone 2 know jayce has fangs

[humdrumvillain]

My coworker: What kind of autism you got

Me: The kind that's made me rewatch Arcane like 5 times

[stygmatus]

finished arcane and I NEEDED to draw something for that finale ⚙️⭐️

[onna-musha-mari]

𝟙𝟚 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕞𝕒𝕤

𝕕𝕖𝕔. 𝟚𝟘 ✧ 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 ✧ 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘/ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣: Viktor x Shan (s/i) (Arcane: league of legends)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 391

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: pure fluff, not proofread

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: I knew what I wanted to write for this one on day one of looking at the 12 days of selfshipmas post. Christmas light dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Shan walked into the lab, her partner unaware and busy as he buried himself in work.

“It’s snowing heavily outside, at this rate we best head home or get snowed in here.”

“Mm? Shan I wasn’t expecting- … what are you wearing on your head?”

The scientist turned around in his chair, seeing his wife with a particular headband. One with a mistletoe hanging off it. Her face as innocent as ever, like she clearly wasn’t planning something to take his mind off the piles of work he had.

“What? This old thing?” She joked as she sat on Viktor’s work table, “I just thought I would give it time out of the dresser.”

“You know, one of these days your mischief will be the end of me…”

“Aww, you love me~”

Viktor laughed to himself, his accent shining through. Yes, yes, it was true. He did love the Zaunite siting in front of him, almost in spite of himself, but she always did bring a bit of warmth into his life. His firecracker, as he would often say.

Shan scooched up closer to the end of the desk, and in turn closer to him, “And I’m sure you know what two people are supposed to do under this tiny little plant, don’t you V?”

She pouted her lips and batted her lashes playfully, trying to get another laugh from him. Oh she took such joy from making him smile or giggle about anything. “You’re my wife, surely if you wanted a kiss you could’ve just asked for one,” Viktor stood up, using his cane as support.

“Yes that’s very true, but where’s your holiday spirit Vik? The Christmas cheer? Do go all bah-humbug on me now.”

Viktor laughed once again, examining the headband and the mistletoe on it. Pretending to think it over.

“Ehh, I suppose I can indulge your little games, again.”

Shan hoped off the table, standing about the same height as her husband. Gently caressing his cheeks with her warm, slightly calloused hands, before pulling him closer and pressing her lips to his. Softly kissing him as the snow fell outside, right onto the Piltover roads and houses, accumulating on the lab’s windowsills.

Viktor pulled back after a moment for some air, resting his forehead against hers, smiling as he did.

“Viktor?”

“Yes?”

“Merry Christmas”

“Hm, merry Christmas to you too my dear…”