#🐇.arcane

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⸻ ꜱ ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ʏ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ⸻

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Fem Reader Part 1

Summary: He was just walking at night. Everything was quiet. Everything was fine. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Y/n is mentally ill, Viktor is not really obsessed in this part, more like a slow burn.

Notes: I just start watching Arcane but I think I know enough to write about the characters ig? But if I get something wrong I apologize. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The streets of the Undercity were always cloaked in a heavy, oppressive silence after dark, punctuated only by the occasional sounds of life: a distant shout, the clatter of boots, or the hiss of steam pipes. Viktor didn’t mind the quiet. He’d grown used to it, his mind finding comfort in the routine of walking home, his bag of scavenged parts clinking softly at his side.

Then something hit the ground in front of him.

Hard.

The sound came first, a sharp scrape followed by a low thud that made him jump. Something had landed right in front of him, and for a heart-stopping moment, Viktor thought it was a body.

She was sprawled on the ground, her limbs at odd angles, her chest still. He froze, his mind stuttering to process what he was seeing. A girl. No older than him, dirt-streaked and wild-looking, like she’d been dragged through hell and spat out. Her hair stuck out in every direction, matted and tangled, and her clothes were little more than tattered rags.

For a split second, he thought she was dead.

His heart was pounding, his breath quickening as the shock began to settle into a nervous dread. What was he supposed to do? Call for someone? Leave her here? She looked so small, so broken. He couldn’t just—

Her eyes snapped open.

“Hi.”

Viktor jumped so hard he almost dropped his bag. She smiled up at him, bright and casual, like she hadn’t just fallen from a deadly height and scared the life out of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Before he could recover, she tilted her head and said, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Wha—”

Her grin widened as if he’d agreed, and suddenly, she lunged at him.

Viktor barely had time to react before she tackled him, pushing him backward and forcing him against the wall of the alley. His bag slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground as she pressed her small, trembling body against his.

“Don’t move,” she whispered urgently. Her eyes flicked toward the mouth of the alley, her body tense like a cornered animal.

He tried to push her off, glaring at her. “What are you—”

She clapped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. The pressure on his mouth tightened as she leaned closer, her body trembling against his. “Don’t breathe,” she whispered urgently, her lips barely moving. “They’ll hear you.”

Don’t breathe? How does she expect me not to—

His lungs began to burn, and panic surged as he realized she wasn’t going to let go. She was staring at the shadows now, her entire body tense like a coiled spring, completely focused on the approaching danger. She didn’t even seem to notice the way he was clawing at her hand, his vision starting to blur from lack of air.

Finally, the shadows passed, and the sound of boots faded into the distance. She exhaled sharply, releasing his mouth as if she’d just remembered he existed. Viktor collapsed forward, wheezing, his hands clutching his knees as he struggled to breathe.

“Sorry,” she said, not sounding particularly sorry at all. She tilted her head, watching him with a strange mix of curiosity and amusement. “Didn’t mean to almost kill you. You okay?”

“Okay?!” he rasped, his voice hoarse. He straightened, glaring at her. “You—what is wrong with you?! You nearly suffocated me!”

She blinked, her grin returning as if he’d just told a joke. “Yeah, but you’re not dead, so it’s fine.”

He stared at her, utterly baffled. “Fine?! I could’ve—” He cut himself off, realizing it was pointless. She didn’t seem to care.

Instead, she crouched down, picking at the dirt under her nails like they hadn’t just been inches from being caught by enforcers. “You shouldn’t be out here, you know,” she said casually, her tone conversational. “It’s dangerous.”

Viktor’s jaw dropped. She’s the one warning me about danger?

“What were you even doing?” he demanded, his voice sharper than he intended.

“Running,” she said simply.

“From who?”

She jerked her thumb toward the direction the enforcers had gone. “Them.”

His frown deepened. “Why?”

Her grin stretched wider, a flicker of pride in her eyes. “Saved someone. They were gonna beat the hell out of him. Couldn’t just let that happen.”

Viktor blinked, startled. “You… saved someone?”

“Yup.” She reached into her pocket and pulled something out. A rat.

She held it up like a prize, its tiny body squirming in her grip. Viktor recoiled.

“This guy!” she said cheerfully, as if she hadn’t just produced a filthy rodent from her pocket. “He told me. Said they were after him. Begged me to help.”

Viktor stared at her, completely at a loss for words. “You… saved a rat?”

She nodded, then tilted her head toward the rat as if listening to it speak. “What’s that? Oh, you’re welcome! Don’t mention it.”

“...You’re talking to a rat,” Viktor said flatly.

She glanced at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Of course I’m talking to him. He’s the one who needed help.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache forming. “You are insane.”

“Probably.” She stood up, brushing herself off. Despite the bruises already forming on her arms and the fresh scrapes on her knees, she looked completely unbothered. “But I’m alive, and so are my friend, so we’re good.”

The rat squeaked, and she smiled at it. “He says you’re rude.”

Viktor closed his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose. Why is this my life?

She stood up suddenly, cradling the rat in her hands. “You should go home.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she was already walking away, her steps light and carefree as if she hadn’t just caused chaos in his otherwise quiet night. She paused at the mouth of the alley, glancing back at him with that wild, mischievous grin.

“See you around,” she called, disappearing into the shadows before he could respond.

For a long moment, Viktor just stood there, staring at the spot where she’d been. He felt like he’d just been hit by a storm, his mind still struggling to process what had happened.

He picked up his bag with a sigh, shaking his head. “She’s insane.”

Viktor wiped the sweat from his brow as he leaned over the rickety workbench, his hands busy tightening a bolt on his latest contraption. The hum of the old generator filled the small workshop, its dim light flickering in time with the buzzing of loose wires overhead. The Undercity was quiet for once, save for the occasional shout in the distance.

It was peaceful. Or, at least, it had been.

“Viiiktorrr!”

The sing-song voice startled him so badly that he dropped the wrench. It clattered loudly to the floor as he whipped around, his heart racing.

And there she was.

She leaned casually against the doorframe, an apple in one hand and her rat perched on her shoulder like some demented pirate. Her grin was wide and far too pleased with herself as she tilted her head, studying him like he was the intruder.

“Why—how did you get in here?”

She grinned, unbothered, an apple in her hand as she lazily leaned back on her elbows. “You didn’t lock the door, genius. What if I was here to rob you?” She took a loud bite of the apple, the crunch echoing obnoxiously through the small room.

“I don’t have anything worth stealing,” Viktor muttered, turning back to his work and deliberately ignoring her presence.

“Well, that’s sad.” She hopped off the bench, wandering around the room like it was her personal gallery. “This place is… cramped. Smells weird too.”

“It smells like grease and metal,” Viktor said dryly, narrowing his eyes at the mess on his table.

“Exactly.” She wrinkled her nose before holding up a mangled piece of scrap. “What even is this?”

“Put that down.”

She made a dramatic show of tossing it over her shoulder—thankfully onto a pile of equally worthless junk—and walked over to him, planting herself directly in his line of sight.

“Guess what,” she said, leaning in with a grin.

Viktor sighed, running a hand down his face. “I don’t have time for games.”

“That’s a boring guess. Wrong!” She plopped the apple onto the workbench and reached into her pocket, pulling out a very familiar rat.

He groaned. “Not that thing again.”

She gasped, clutching the rat to her chest as if he’d insulted her firstborn child. “Richard is not a thing, Viktor!” she half-yelled, her voice indignant.

“Richard,” Viktor repeated flatly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Richard!” She set the rat on the table like a proud parent. “He’s very sensitive, you know. You should apologize.”

“I am not apologizing to a rat.”

“Then I’m not leaving.” She grinned, folding her arms like she’d won.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, pushing his chair back and pointing toward the far corner. “Keep him away from my tools. And don’t touch anything.”

She pouted, scooping up the rat and tucking it into her pocket. “Fine. But you’re no fun, Smarty.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? It suits you.” She tilted her head, smirking. “Besides, you talk all fancy. It’s cute.”

“I do not talk—”

“Yes, you do,” she insisted, mimicking his accent in a way that was both wildly inaccurate and annoyingly exaggerated. “Eet’s naht a secret, ya?”

He groaned, turning back to his work. “If you’re here to annoy me, you can leave.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Vitya.” She hopped off the crate, leaning over his shoulder to peer at the contraption he was working on. Her breath tickled his ear, and he tensed, trying to ignore the way she was so close.

“What are you even working on?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

“A stabilizer,” he replied shortly.

She leaned in even closer, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him work. “For what?”

“For something you will break if you touch it,” Viktor shot back.

She gasped again, this time in mock offense. “I would never!”

He gave her a pointed look, and she immediately grinned, not even bothering to deny it.

“Y’know,” she said after a while, her voice oddly thoughtful, “you’re doing that wrong.”

“I am not—” Viktor froze, frowning as he turned to her. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged, taking another bite of the apple. “That thingy. It’s supposed to go there, not there.” She pointed with the apple, juice dripping onto the table.

He hesitated, frowning at the wire. She wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t about to admit that. “And what would you know about engineering?”

“Nothing,” she said brightly. “But Richard does.”

He turned to look at her, dumbfounded. “The rat?”

“Yeah,” she said, nodding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He’s very smart. Aren’t you, Richard?” She scratched the rat under its chin, cooing at it like a mother with her baby.

Against his better judgment, Viktor adjusted the piece to where she’d pointed. To his disbelief, the mechanism clicked into place, the spring he’d been wrestling with finally snapping into alignment.

“See?” She leaned in closer, smirking. “You’re welcome.”

He stared at her, bewildered. “How—?”

“I told you. Richard is very smart.” She wiggled her fingers at him, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” Viktor muttered, turning back to his work.

“And you’re boring,” she countered, leaning against the workbench and smirking at him. “But you’re lucky you have me. Otherwise, this thing would’ve blown up in your face.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you’re going to stay, at least don’t—”

“Touch anything? Got it,” she said, immediately picking up one of his tools and inspecting it.

He groaned, muttering under his breath in his native tongue. She just grinned wider, spinning the wrench in her hand as she leaned in closer to watch him work.

“See?” she said after a moment. “This is fun. Like teamwork.”

“This is not teamwork,” Viktor grumbled, already regretting every life choice that had led to this moment.

But as much as he hated to admit it, her advice—whether it came from her or the rat—did help.

“Hey, Smarty?” she said suddenly, her voice softer this time.

“What?”

She smiled, her grin less wild and more genuine, though still laced with mischief. “Don’t forget to lock the door next time. Richard and I might not always be the ones sneaking in.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave him a mock salute, tossing the apple core onto his workbench despite his protests. “Catch you later, Smarty.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving him to stare at the space she’d just vacated. Viktor shook his head, muttering under his breath. “That girl is going to be the death of me.”

From the corner of the room, Richard squeaked, and for a moment, Viktor thought he almost agreed.

“You walk too slow,” she complained, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re lucky I have patience.”

Viktor snorted softly. “Patience? That would be a first.”

She giggled, stopping abruptly in front of him. Before he could ask what she was doing, she pulled out a piece of fabric.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

Viktor blinked, confused. “Why?”

“Just do it!” she said, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. “It’s a surprise, Smarty. Trust me.”

“Somehow, that is not very reassuring,” he muttered, but he complied, turning his back to her. He stiffened as she tied the fabric around his eyes, her fingers quick and confident.

“Why the blindfold?” he asked warily.

“Because,” she said, her voice unusually soft, “I want to make sure you trust me. I trust you, after all.”

Her tone caught him off guard, the sudden sincerity cutting through her usual chaos. For a moment, Viktor hesitated, his instinct to question her motives clashing with something deeper, something harder to name.

“…Fine,” he said at last.

“Good!” she chirped, back to her usual self. “Now, no peeking.”

She grabbed his arm, tugging him along with surprising determination. He stumbled a few times, half-expecting her to lead him into a wall or worse, but she guided him steadily, her grip firm and warm.

Finally, she came to a stop. Viktor felt her hands brush against his face as she untied the blindfold.

“TADA!”

Viktor blinked, his vision adjusting to the dim light. Then he took in the “place” she was so proud of.

It wasn’t a place at all—not really. They were in an abandoned corner, tucked between crumbling walls and piles of junk. Her “home” was a patchwork of scavenged materials: a makeshift roof of tarps stretched across beams, a tattered mattress shoved into one corner, and a collection of odd trinkets arranged on a broken shelf. It was… bleak.

She stood in the center, beaming at him like she’d just unveiled a grand palace. But when he didn’t say anything right away, her smile faltered. She shifted her weight, looking down and twisting her fingers together nervously.

“You don’t like it?” Her voice was small, hesitant in a way that was so unlike her usual bravado.

The words snapped Viktor out of his shock. “No! No, it’s not that.” He stepped closer, shaking his head. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this.”

She tilted her head, her grin slowly returning. “What were you expecting?”

“Well…” He hesitated, gesturing vaguely. “I thought you were… a stray.”

For a moment, she stared at him blankly. Then she burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching her stomach. “A stray?! What, like Richard?”

Viktor crossed his arms, waiting for her laughter to subside. “You can’t blame me for thinking it. You never stay in one place for long.”

“Fair,” she admitted, wiping a tear from her eye. Then she grabbed his hand, tugging him toward her shelf of trinkets. “C’mere, you’ve got to see this!”

She picked up each item on the shelf—a cracked pocket watch, a jar of mysterious glowing liquid, a rusted gear—and explained its significance with the excitement of a child showing off their toys.

“Look at this! I found it in a pile of junk. It’s still got some working parts!” She set it aside and picked up something else. “And this? Don’t even get me started. I bet I could make it do something cool if I had more time.”

Viktor watched her, his heart sinking. She was like a child showing off a collection of treasures, her enthusiasm genuine and almost heartbreaking.

“This,” she said, holding up a jagged piece of glass, “is my favorite. It reflects the light just right when the sun hits it.”

“And when does the sun ever hit it?” Viktor asked dryly, though his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile.

“Details,” she said, waving him off.

Despite himself, Viktor couldn’t help but feel… pity. This wasn’t a home. It was barely a shelter. And yet, she looked at it like it was a treasure trove. She didn’t even seem to realize how precarious her situation was.

But as she talked, Viktor noticed something else—something that unsettled him as much as it intrigued him.

She wasn’t stupid.

The things she said, the way she pieced together scraps and made connections that no one else would think to make—it was… brilliant, in its own way. Unorthodox and chaotic, yes, but undeniably sharp.

And yet… she was clearly unwell. The way she talked to the rat like it could understand her, the way her mood shifted so suddenly, the way she clung to this place like it was the only thing tethering her to reality—it all painted a picture of someone barely holding herself together.

“You don’t talk much,” she said suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

“I’m listening,” Viktor replied.

“Good.” She smiled, setting down the glass shard and turning to him with an intensity that made him feel like she was looking straight through him. “Because I think you’re the only one who ever does.”

The weight of her words settled over him, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

“I should go,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual.

Her smile faltered again, but she nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

As he turned to leave, she called out after him.

“Hey, Smarty?”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming.”

Viktor nodded, his chest tightening as he stepped out into the dark streets. The image of her standing in that pitiful excuse for a home, smiling like it was the only place she’d ever belonged, stayed with him long after he left.

Viktor was lost in his work again, the world outside his dimly lit workshop fading into nothing more than background noise. He liked it that way. The soft clink of tools and the occasional hiss of steam were soothing in their predictability, a stark contrast to the chaos that so often surrounded him.

Then the door slammed open.

The noise jolted him, his tool slipping and clattering to the floor. He turned sharply, irritation flashing across his face—until he saw her.

She stood in the doorway, swaying on her feet, blood staining her clothes and dripping onto the floor. Her face was pale, and her wild grin was a shadow of its usual self.

“Hi, Smarty,” she said, her voice faint and trembling. Then her knees buckled, and she collapsed.

“Shit!” Viktor scrambled toward her, dropping to his knees beside her limp body. His heart pounded as he gently turned her over, his hands trembling.

She was a mess. Blood smeared her face, matted her hair, and soaked through her tattered clothes. A gash on her forehead bled freely, her stomach was stained dark with more blood, and—Gods—her hand. Two fingers were gone, the stumps crudely wrapped in a filthy piece of cloth.

“Stay with me,” he muttered, his voice shaking as he checked for signs of life. Her chest rose and fell, shallow but steady. Relief flooded through him, but it was short-lived. She needed help, now.

Without wasting another second, Viktor lifted her as carefully as he could, carrying her to the workbench. He swept tools and scraps onto the floor, clearing a space to lay her down.

Her head lolled to the side, and he caught sight of the deep cut along her scalp. Blood trickled down her temple, pooling beneath her. He swallowed hard, grabbing a clean rag and pressing it against the wound.

“Why do you always have to get yourself into trouble?” he muttered, his voice tight.

She didn’t answer, of course. Her eyes were closed, her expression strangely peaceful despite the state she was in.

Viktor worked quickly, cleaning her wounds with the limited supplies he had. The gash on her head was bad, but not fatal. He stitched it carefully, his hands steady despite the fear clawing at his chest.

Then he moved to her stomach. He hesitated for a moment before pushing her shirt up, revealing a deep, jagged cut just above her hip. Blood oozed from the wound, staining his hands as he worked to clean and bandage it.

“You’re going to be fine,” he said, more to himself than to her. “You always fight back, don’t you?”

But when he unwrapped her hand, his breath caught in his throat.

Two of her fingers were gone, the wounds raw and poorly bandaged. He couldn’t stop himself from staring, his mind racing with questions. What had happened to her?

Once her wounds were patched as best as he could manage, Viktor sat back, his chest heaving. His workshop was a mess, the floor streaked with blood, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the girl lying unconscious on his bench.

He pulled up a chair, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he buried his face in his hands.

“You’re going to drive me mad,” he whispered, his voice thick with frustration and fear.

For what felt like hours, he stayed by her side, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. He couldn’t shake the image of her smile, the way she’d said “hi” like nothing was wrong. Even now, as she lay broken and bleeding, he could picture her laughing it off.

But this was different. This wasn’t some harmless scrape or reckless stunt.

And as he sat there, the weight of it all settled over him like a suffocating fog. She didn’t have anyone else. No one to look out for her, to keep her safe. No one but him.

It had been three days since Viktor had found her, bloody and broken, lying in his arms, barely clinging to life. Three long days of constant vigilance—watching over her, cleaning her wounds, trying to keep her alive. And yet, every time he thought she was stable, every time he thought she might pull through, the weight of the situation would crush him all over again.

Viktor hadn’t left her side. He hadn’t dared. Every time he thought about stepping away—just to get a bit of fresh air, to get something to eat—he’d look at her pale, unconscious form, and the thought would vanish. He couldn’t leave her like this.

He was exhausted. His hands were sore, his body stiff, but he refused to leave. His thoughts had been a blur, haunted by the image of her pale, still body, unable to understand why she wasn’t responding. Why was she still unconscious? Was there something else wrong with her?

This time, though, he’d gone out. For a brief moment, he had left the room, telling himself that she was stable. Just long enough to bring back food. Nothing elaborate—just enough to feed them both, something to give him the energy to continue.

He walked back in, the familiar scent of stale air mixed with fresh food filling the space. He set the food down on the small table beside her makeshift bed, a little too loudly.

And then, as he sat beside her, something happened that made his blood run cold.

He noticed it.

Her chest… didn’t rise.

For a split second, everything seemed to freeze. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her.

“No, no, no…” he whispered, his fingers trembling as he reached out to touch her neck, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. He put his fingers under her nose to feel her breathing, but it remained still.

There was no breath. No movement.

He felt a coldness seeping into his veins as panic set in. She’s… she’s dead? His mind couldn’t process it. There was no way. He hadn’t let her slip away. He couldn’t have.

His hands moved frantically to her chest. He placed his ear against her ribs, trying to hear any sign of life. He focused—listened—his heartbeat thudding loudly in his ears, trying to block out the noise in his head.

And then, he heard it.

A faint thump.

His breath caught.

A heartbeat.

A heartbeat?

But then—

“Ouch!”

Viktor jolted, pulling back as pain shot through his side. A small, sharp pinch had found its mark, right in the flesh of his ribs.

“Surprise!”

Viktor froze, staring at her, his eyes wide with disbelief as she sat up, her disheveled hair falling around her face. The woman who he had thought was dead, the one who had terrified him with her stillness, was now grinning at him like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Her laugh echoed in the room, light and teasing, as if nothing had just happened. As if she hadn’t nearly killed him with worry.

“What the hell?!” Viktor shouted, standing up abruptly, his face flushed with anger. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

She didn’t even flinch. She just sat there, grinning like an impish child who had just pulled the best prank of the century.

“You… you think this is funny?” His voice was tight with frustration as he paced around the room. “Does it amuse you to scare the hell out of me?!”

Her expression didn’t change, though her smile faltered slightly. She didn’t speak, just tilted her head slightly as if he was the strange one in all of this.

Viktor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, though the anger was still boiling in his veins. He turned back to her, glaring. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these last three days?!” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed on. “I thought you were dead, and I—I—I couldn’t…”

She was still silent. Her eyes just stared at him, wide and calm, watching his outburst with something akin to amusement, as though he were an animal in a cage.

His fists clenched at his sides, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. “Why won’t you talk?”

And then, just as Viktor was about to say something else, she spoke.

“I’m happy.”

The words were simple, quiet, almost like a child speaking a secret. She smiled again, the soft curve of her lips more genuine this time.

“You’re happy?” Viktor blinked, taken aback by the simplicity of it. “What, are you out of your mind? How can you be happy after all that?!”

She nodded, her expression almost serene. “Yeah, I’m happy. I’m happy because you were worried about me.”

Viktor stared at her, his face hardening. He couldn’t even process what she had just said. “You think that’s funny?”

Her smile didn’t falter. “Not funny, no. Just… good.” She tilted her head, looking at him with those wide, knowing eyes. “Good that you care.”

Viktor clenched his jaw, trying to fight back the swell of emotion that threatened to overtake him.

He didn’t want to care about her, not this way. Not after everything. He didn’t want to feel this deep, gnawing responsibility for her well-being. But… she had a way of making him feel as if he had no other choice.

“You’re insane,” he muttered under his breath, his tone barely holding back frustration.

She let out a small, soft laugh, almost like she had just cracked a secret code. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

Viktor closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his fingers to his temples as if he could somehow chase away the headache that had started to form. He was trying so hard to stay composed, trying so hard to make sense of all of this, but it felt like the more he tried to control it, the more chaotic it became.

He took a deep breath and then looked at her again.

She was still looking at him, waiting for him to say something.

“I’m not happy you put me through hell,” Viktor said quietly, his voice rough with the weight of his frustration. “But I…”

She leaned forward, her smile widening slightly. “You do care.”

Viktor’s lips twitched. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to almost taste blood. He knew she was right. Damn it, she was right.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” he said under his breath.

She giggled. “That’s okay. I like it that way.”

“You’re lucky I don’t just leave you here,” he muttered, though even as he said it, he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

She was right about one thing—he had been worried for her. He hadn’t even realized how much until she finally woke up and proved how absurdly difficult it was to understand her.

But her smile—it was the same smile, the one that hadn’t changed since he first met her, the one that made everything she did feel... wrong.

“Don’t go,” she said softly, her voice suddenly serious.

Viktor looked at her, his expression hard. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, Viktor realized just how tangled they both were—trapped in this strange dance, this odd connection. She had no idea how much she scared him. How much her antics were eating at him. But for some reason, he stayed.

And somehow, that was the scariest part of it all.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[snugglybunny11]

cowboy!sevika x reader

pairing! cowboy!sevika x reader

about! sevika was a no nonsense, independent woman. until… that stubborn horse of hers just had to throw her off, leaving her with a bruised rib and dislocated shoulder. what ever shall she do…

cw! nothing serious; mentions of injury,

word count! 415

an! y’all can thank my allergies for this one, shit got so bad had to stay home !!

sevika was a “no games” type of gal, you could say. with her little farm and the small general store she ran in town, that was enough to keep her occupied. and the few times she found herself with a little free time, she spent it drinking down a beer on the porch or occasionally playing cards at the saloon.

but, because of that stubborn horse, Dust, there’d be a slight hitch in the routine - a hitch in the form of a bruised rib and a dislocated shoulder. because of course the damn horse just had to get spooked by a distant gunshot, and throw sevika off of his back. breathing in certain positions was painful, bending over was painful, lifting bags of grain was tough, hell even saddling up the horse came with its difficulties. obviously, sevika couldn’t live her day to day life like this.

that’s when - albeit begrudgingly - she realized it. she would have to get help. from a person. which to her, was like a last resort, the world was ending, apocalyptic scenario.

──── ୨୧ ────

walking into her general store in town, with a makeshift sling around her shoulder, she saw you behind the register. sevika had hired you about 3 months ago, to manage the store whenever she found herself too busy. she gave a customer a small nod as she walked in, doing a general check up with her eyes. walking over to the counter, sevika accidentally bumped against one of the shelves which caused her to wince internally from the pain suddenly shooting from her bruised rib. she cleared her throat to try and cover it up, leaning her (good) arm on the counter.

“listen… had a little fall off my horse. nothin’ serious, just—" she exhaled sharply, shifting her arm, "—bruised myself up some. shoulder’s out, ribs ain't feelin’ too great. damn it—look, i need a hand, alright? figured since you already work for me, i’d pay you extra to come by the ranch, handle a couple things i can’t. just ‘til i get back on my feet. that’s all.”

you felt… quite surprised, actually. sevika was a woman who looked like and acted like she never needs help, often offering to move stock around whenever you and her happened to be in the store at the same time.

you raised an eyebrow, holding back a smile, “well, that’s somethin’ i didn’t see comin’. uh... sure, why not? when you need me to come on down?”

[bl0odyh3art]

do you guys think that jayce whines when he's about finish....this isn't even a question. He definitely whines

[hcneymooners]

the way you can tell i was indoctrinated with southern heterosexual propaganda about submission and sex so i revolt but deeply crave control and release through dom/sub and older women who allow me to be vulnerable and their favorite baby through anything i write.

anyway.

[maddiethegoodwitch]

🐈‍⬛ CAITVI HEADCANONS ༄

— hi ok so caitvi headcanons yay who cheered but it’s modern so they have like phones and stuff ok.

vi’s favourite meal is beans on toast one time cait asked if she wanted it for a quick breakfast and vi said yeah because she was too tired to listen, cait made it for her and now vi just makes herself it as a snack. like she just walks around with beans around her mouth

vi will send caitlyn those ai cat dancing videos and be like “omg this one looks like you” and it’s literally some random tabby cat. caitlyn will be on the job & get a text from vi thinking it’s urgent and it’s just the billie eilish meowing audio and a homeless ai cat like “me when you leave me for work.”

vi writes caitlyn notes in the condensation on the mirror when she goes in the shower and caitlyn always complains that they’re leaving marks forever but she actually loves them

vi wants a dog but caitlyn wants a cat and they can’t decide so they just get like a guinea pig

they go swimming and caitlyn used to do it a lot as a kid so she’s like got neat strokes and can do it perfectly but vi just used to swim to get away so she dgaf about her technique she’s just racing ahead

sometimes caitlyn uses vi’s clothes as pyjamas and vi complains that they’re her “good clothes” but she likes it because she thinks caitlyn looks adorable

caitlyn washed vi’s hair everyday after the fight ended to try and get the black dye out, but never asked vi if she wanted her to cut her hair for her because she liked it longer

on weekends caitlyn would come out of her office and not be able to find vi, then walk into the bedroom and just see a blanket fort but she won’t even question it because she knows vi and jinx are in there

vi will buy caitlyn ice cream just so she can feed it her off the spoon

whenever caitlyn reads in bed, vi will lean over her shoulder and pretend to read it too but she’s just watching caitlyn read it because she thinks she’s beautiful when she’s focused. caitlyn thinks vi’s reading it so she waits longer to turn the page incase vi isn’t done reading

vi will still go around doing parkour instead of just walking the streets like a normal person and sometimes hurt herself, then come home whining as if it wasn’t her fault and caitlyn will patch her cuts for her. vi can do it herself but she likes it when caitlyn does it

caitlyns hands are always cold, vi’s are always warm

when they start living together, caitlyn realises that vi actually cried a lot more than she thought, sometimes over her parents or vander or literally just anything that’s ever happened in her life.. so caitlyn will give her about five minutes to get it all out then climb into bed with her and comfort her, but isn’t like “come on stop crying” because she thinks crying is a good outlet

vi is a very cuddly person so whenever caitlyns cooking or leaning against the counter on the phone or something vi will go up behind cait and hug her , and caitlyn never pushes her off

caitlyn loves giving vi kisses on her forehead or nose or hand and things like that because vi mentioned finding them cute so caitlyn does it all the time

caitlyn gets flustered easily when vi says out of pocket things.. like without a filter if they’re with ekko or someone vi will make dirty jokes and caitlyn will softly pinch her as in stop

[hesvenus]

Somebody said they picture male characters as butch, so I've started doing that and.

Timebomb butchfemme/studfemme is destroying me. Ekko's such a loverboy too.

Especially as someone who can see myself in Ekko more than Vi.

[viequalsviolence]

// really tempted to make a young vi account . bc me & my friend did it on twt and it’s so fun but then also if im alone ill cry… anybody wanna make high school au arcane rp accounts.. with me…

[scaryladyofzaun]

brave? no. definitely not. intrigued by you however? yes. incredibly so.

- 🐇

Yeah? What's so intriguing, little bunny?

[anglbunny]

⋆. Blog rules:

Blog rules before you follow / requesting rules / fandoms

˙ᵕ˙ Rules:

1. My rules are nothing out of the ordinary and not hard to follow but if you still can't respect them. please don't come into my blog. 2. remain respectful/kind to me, whoever I interact with, and whoever interacts with me. 3. If you're a minor, don't interact with me, or I'll have to block you. If you're under 18 and choosing to follow me, don't mention your age. At the end of the day, I can't control what you read and who you follow. 4. all characters that i write about are aged up. sometimes i'll forget to mention it but it should go without saying. 5. Don't rush me. my uploading schedule is very inconsistent. i'll post when I have time. The same goes for requests. I won't ignore anyone but that doesn't mean i'll have your request written the next day.

6. DO NOT copy my work. it takes a lot of time to write down whatever I post. If you feel inspired by it. you can send a quick message or give credit. it's not hard. I'm a nice person and I won't take it the wrong way if you just tell me you want to write a piece inspired by mine.

7.Lastly, I post some morally grey content, like dark con, non con, etc., and so if that isn't your cup of tea, like I said, feel free to click off.

˙ᵕ˙ requesting:

1. My request will be open almost all the time. I'll try my best to get to every request on time but sometimes it may take longer than necessary. 2. I'm open to writing everything unless it crosses some lines. I'm very chill about my requesting rules. 3. The same goes with sending in asks. I love when you guys talk to me or give me your opinion on things. but if you wanna hate and tell me stuff like my work is copied or whatnot. i'll just ignore it. Everything on this blog, I worked hard on. Almost everything was my idea and even if something is 'copied', i'll always give credit where it's due. 4. Things I will NOT write. piss/scat. foot fetish. physical abuse, readers of specific colour/race/bg (this has nothing to do with racism. For instance, i wouldn't write about a black reader, since I myself am not black and that would feel disrespectful), gender-neutral readers 5. everything else is okay. unless if I see something very out of the ordinary, then probably no. I'm also fine with people requesting certain AUs or specific kinks.

˙ᵕ˙ fandoms:

Fandoms I write for: .ᐟ JJK .ᐟ Tokyo revengers .ᐟ Blue lock (mainly) .ᐟ bungou stray dogs .ᐟ Haikyuu (sometimes) Fandoms i'll write for in the future: .ᐟ windbreaker .ᐟ black clover .ᐟ Arcane

˙ᵕ˙ plagiarism:

Do not copy my work. Do not copy my layout. Do not copy my post and blog layout. There is a difference between being inspired by someone and straight-up copying them. and I'll know which one you are. 2. Whatever it may be if you feel inspired by anything of mine. just drop a message, it's not that hard. I don't bite. I'll appreciate you more that way and i'll even check out your work. BUT if i find people copying my work and theme, i'll block you. 3.don't copy my pngs and dividers and use them for yourself. They take a long time to make and it's very disrespectful to steal someone else's hard work. 4. lastly, I know i'm not the first person on this platform with this layout. I myself have been inspired by blogs outside of the anime Tumblr community. I haven't yet found anyone in the anime Tumblr community with a similar style as mine. I'm not saying there isn't anyone who can't have this or has had this layout before me, i'm just saying i haven't seen any. So even if there are blogs that look like mine. I don't want people attacking me for copying them because however i'm designing my blog, I came up with that idea. I really hate when people copy my work, so i would never do that to anyone. I'm an honest person and if i feel that people are saying my blog layout is copied, i'll reach out to that person and talk to them. 5. i'll say it one last time because people don't read and jump to conclusions. I assure you there are many people on anime tumblr with similar blog style and writing style as mine, who have been here well before me. but i haven't seen anyone like that so far. and even if i do eventually come across someone with a similar layout, IT DOESN'T MEAN I COPIED THEM. many people may not know but blogs like these are very common outside of the anime community.

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

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[ilikearcanenow]

I'm just going to start posting 🐝DSM imagines of myself and ambessa sevika and grayson in a modern au where nobody dies. The more hate comments I get the more cringe I will make it.

IGAF Sevika is a fitness influencer in this universe. She also talks about how she lost her arm. She has so many stories that nobody knows how she lost it.

Grayson is a Bounty Hunter after seeing AEAB and knowing she can't change the system. She smokes cigarellos too. She's a mom friend.

Ambessa owns a firearms company and actually has a good relationship with her kids. Kino is in Politics in Noxus and Mel is the treasurer of the Piltover council.

This will be a love letter to my fucking self. If I make you laugh too please throw me a follow ^-^.

[snugglybunny11]

knight!caitlyn x princess reader

pairing! knight!caitlyn x princess!reader

about! caitlyn kiramman, best knight of runeterra, was shipped of to Demacia to protect the kingdom’s princess - you.

cw! mentions of swords, that’s literally it

word count! 707

an: this one is particularly JUICY, already have pt.2 written🤭😚

caitlyn was raised from a young age to be the bed goddamn knight in Runeterra. it was a nonnegotiable. with their seemingly endless amounts of generational wealth, the Kiramman’s only got their daughter the finest, most experienced trainers, the highest quality swords money could buy, specially made training clothes. the money and the immeasurable hours caitlyn spent training paid off. caitlyn’s reputation seemed to precede herself, because when a letter arrived at the Kiramman Estate from the personal advisor of the King and Queen of Demacia, they were quick to oblige.

now here she was, on a ship designated to Demacia to protect their kingdom’s princess - you. why the king and queen specifically wanted her for the job, caitlyn would never know. from what she did know though - your life wasn’t in any immediate danger, you weren’t necessarily difficult or rebellious (at least from what she was told), so she really didn’t see the need for you to have a knight. alas, the choice wasn’t hers to make.

after several weeks of travel by sea, the ship arrived at the Demacian shores, the grand white sails billowing in the wind. the crew prepared for docking as caitlyn leaned against the mahogany railing, taking in the sight of the port town. her thoughts were as busy as the seaman behind her. she wasn’t told much before she left, so she had to fill in the gaps with her own inferences. what did you look like? what kind of dresses would you wear? what food did you like? anything and everything raced through her mind as the captain tapped her on the shoulderbald of her armor, breaking her trance.

“ms. kiramman? we’ve arrived in Demacia, prepare to disembark please.”

caitlyn took a deep breath, putting her thoughts on the back burner as she steeled herself for what’s to come. she stood in front of the grand, ornate gangway as it lowered, her posture rigid and at attention, her chin held high. her silver armor glinted under the afternoon sun, not a single cloud in sight. the dark blue enamel of her family crest inlaid into her chest plate also shined brightly in the sunlight - a reminder of the prestige just her last name held. with her sword sheathed in it’s scabbard, she began her descent down the gangway. as she reached the dock, caitlyn was greeted by a Demacian chancellor and her assistant. the chancellor, her face a testament to her years of service to the Royal family, greeted caitlyn first, extending a weathered hand for a handshake.

“good morrow, ms. kiramman, how do you do? i understand this is your first time to Demacia? allow me to welcome you. elowen valencrest, trusted chancellor of the Royal Family.”

caitlyn took the chancellor’s outstretched hand, shaking it firmly. she bowed her head respectfully as she spoke, “knight kiramman, ms. valencrest. ive been sent as a personal guard to the princess.”

“of course, of course ms. kiramman. the king and queen prepared transport straight to the castle. after you…”

the chancellor gestured to the refined, horse drawn carriage behind her, the door being held open by the coachman. with that, caitlyn stood up straight and bowed once more, just with her head before stepping into the carriage. elowen and her advisor followed soon after, sitting on the opposite side of caitlyn. during the ride, caitlyn kept looking out at the passing scenery of Demacia, from the cozy seaside town to the rolling hills of the interior. the hours passed by like minutes to caitlyn before the carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the sprawling botanical gardens surrounding the actual castle itself.

the coachman hopped off and scrambled to open the door to the carriage, “ahem, ms. valencrest, ms. kiramman, we’ve arrived.”

the walk through the gardens was rather… peaceful for caitlyn. she could hear the sounds of small birds chirping in the well kept trees, butterflies surrounding patches of vibrant flowers. it’s somewhat like a balm for her racing thoughts, but she can’t really afford to focus so much on the scenery. with every step she creeps closer and closer towards the stairs leading up to the large, intricately designed wooden doors of the castle.

[hcneymooners]

for the girls who have been with me since the beginning i have a revelation to reveal:

the arcane vein is re-opening, i can feel it.

[maddiethegoodwitch]

vi not using proper punctuation when she texts

vi listening to gorillaz

vi’s fav meal being beans on toast bc of cait

vi being a cat person

half italian vi (thankyou elle🙏)

werewolf!vi x vamp!cait

vi drinking coffee with a spoon

[finleyforevermore]

finley have ya seen my head, i cant find it anywhere

Your head?

Hmm....no, I can't say I've seen anywhere...sorry.

Do you remember where it was before you lost it?

...

....well, it was attached to the rest of you, so i guess that's not very helpful.

....

Uhh, where do you suggest we look for it?

[elsbunny]

# MASTERLIST

vi (arcane)

🐇 vi’s alphabet (nsfw)

🎀 gf!vi with a size kink (nsfw under cut)

ellie williams

🐰 gf!ellie w hyper!fem reader

abby anderson

🩰 abs with a pillow princess gf

shin ryujin

📒 smau - the big bang theory

[scaryladyofzaun]

hello scary lady :)

- 🐇

What a brave bunny you are.