#I think he has it worse tho poro

[machiavellli]

new father & daughter bonding experience alert‼️ : stress over uni exams together😍

[thehistoriangirl]

I Hope to Found You

I have no excuse, it has been quite a time I wrote something Viktor x Reader and I love Poros ;-; I may write another part for this, idk yet jkfhjshjd Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)

Viktor x Fem!Reader-------3K--------SFW but check out tags just in case :)

Synopsis: When you came back from your hometown and discovered your pet Poro was lost, you tried everything in your power to find him, though without sucess. Luckily for you, the Dean’s Assistant found it for you.

Tags: Light Angst| You lost your pet but at the end you find it| Crushes I guess| Hurt/Comfort |Angst with a Happy Ending| A lil of fluff| Open Ending tho because I wanted to make something “short”| No use of y/n

This Academy building was the last place to collocate your advert. One side of you was thankful it was over, exhaustion from your third sleepless night dragging down your feet against the marble floor, but you weren’t stopping now. You couldn’t bring yourself to a simple break, not when every time you went back home just to find the little bed put next to your own empty made your heart throb painfully.

Regret filled your veins when you glanced at the still unpacked suitcase hidden in a corner of the living room.

You should have never gone back home without Mr. Cream Puff; you should have never let them at your friend’s apartment thinking it was going to be okay. Because even if the journey back home was stressful, the slightest possibility of Mr. Cream Puff having an anxious episode thinking you were abandoning him was still there. And it happened, the Poro thought there many days since he last saw you, so he tried to find you on his own.

Even if doing so meant running away from your friend’s apartment the first chance they opened the door.

He didn’t want to be abandoned again.

Your friend sent you a message, but you couldn’t leave your parents while your mother was still recovering from her fall. The week and a half seemed to last years. Since then, guilt outweighed any tiredness.

As you collocated the last missing ad you printed on the board hung next to the reception hall of the Academy Main Research Building, your empty hands made themselves fists. Now that all the flyers were gone, the new despair of never being able to see Mr. Cream Puff again surrounded you.

He left thinking you abandoned him, too. With each day without any new information, you failed him even more.

You felt your bottom lip shake, but you refused to make a scene there, in the main building of the whole Academy.

Quickly, you bowed slightly to the kind receptionist that let you collocate your advert. “Thank you,” you muttered with a cracked voice.

They looked at you with a sad smile, putting the flyer you gave her on one of the sides of her desk, so people consulting could see it. “I hope you can find your boy soon, Miss.”

The pity in her tone made you shrunken. How of a mess you looked now? Even worse than in the morning, with wild hair sticking out in all the wrong directions, a wrinkled uniform you forgot to iron, eyes surrounded by purple eyebags after spending half the night covering the city with flyers and the other half making more flyers.

You nodded mind-absently, biting your bottom lip so no sob could break through your teeth. Your eyes felt burning with trapped tears.

Outside, the streetlamps began to lighten up one by one.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how Mr. Cream Puff was doing this night, was he cold and hungry, shaking and hidden in a dark alley, thinking that he was alone all over again?

It was a good thought if you wanted to corner yourself into madness.

When you turned around to leave, between stumbling and running, you didn’t see the young man approaching the reception, bumping into him and knocking over the book he was holding.

“Ah— I’m sorry,” you said, already bending down to lift the book from the ground. The man moved his cane aside when you almost hit it with your head. It wasn’t until you lent them the book that you paid attention to his attentive golden eyes that seemed fixated on your face, a light grimace replaced by sudden surprise when you, too, bowed slightly before moving away from his way. “I will be more careful. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Then you ran away before he could even utter a word. Outside the building, you were all burning cheeks and blurry eyes covered by frustrated tears. He looked like a normal student from the Academy’s golden faculty, Sciences, and Engineering; but the book you smacked out of his grasp was a notebook. One that has scribbled on the cover P. Heimerdinger.

You just stumbled upon the assistant of the Academy’s Dean.

Oh, that’s why his eyes were so familiar…

*~*~*~*

Viktor was surprised to see you there. At first, he didn't recognize you because your hair was covering your face, but your uniform caught his attention: a very unkept Academy uniform belonging to the Arts and Humanities Faculty.

What were you doing on the other side of your faculty buildings?

“I hope you can find your boy soon, Miss.” He heard when he was crossing past the entrance, approaching the receptionist to ask if there were any correspondence for Professor Heimerdinger.

…your boy?

He was too confused and absorbed in thinking if it was you to take note of his surroundings, and you were too absorbed in your head to notice his sudden presence when you crashed into each other. His sudden confusion evaporated when you looked at him, giving back the notebook.

It was you, with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

His heart gave a hurtful leap. He wanted to say something, anything, even a poor attempt to make conversation. ‘Oh, I think I saw your sculpture at the Talent’s Gala a couple of months ago. It's crafted masterfully.' Or maybe, ‘You assisted to the last play of The Silver Raging Sea with Councilor Shoola as your new patron, yes? I was sitting beside you.’

Maybe it was something good you left so quickly, so he didn’t have a chance to embarrass himself.

When he was in front of the receptionist, he tried to sound nonchalant about your presence there.

“Oh, she just came to put a missing ad.” The receptionist said while checking the mail, and sorting out letters. “She lost her Poro, the poor thing.” They tapped the paper, featuring a fully detailed sketch of the pet. “It looks so cute, right? Even with its broken horn.”

Viktor stopped listening when his eyes fixated on the paper. Even if it was white and white, he could recognize that little furball everywhere for its broken horn and a double scar on its left frontal paw.

Because he stumbled upon it one evening, coming back home, and founding it all ball up, trembling against the entrance of his building complex. A strange sight of white highlighted with the dark rock. Viktor listened to some of his neighbors saying that they were calling the Enforces to take care of the stray pet, so he leaned as slowly and carefully as he could not to scare it away.

The Poro looked up at him with big and sad dark eyes. But didn’t jump away when Viktor scooped up with one of his hands and covered it with his uniform’s coat so when he passed through the lobby, no neighbor could notice it.

It was almost two weeks after he took the Poro, but after seeing the missing ad, all the pieces fell into place. That's why he was so anxious all the time it saw him arriving home, and why he whimpered at night even though Viktor tucked it into bed next to him.  

He read the name. Mr. Cream Pluff. The ad had your basic information, like name and direction. Viktor stopped. Could he gather the courage to go to your home?

It was the question that clouded his mind up to Heimerdinger's office to let the letters and the notebook in his desk, persisting all the journey back to his apartment.

When he opened the door, the Poro—Mr. Cream Puff jumped out of the sofa. Viktor quickly slid through the entrance door and shut it before he could arrive at it and run away, again.

He discovered Mr. Cream Puff only was there to recover his strength before continuing his journey. After a day of utter care, the Poro used any opportunity he had to escape Viktor's apartment, so much that Viktor had to put an improvised fence around the entrance hallway to prevent it from fleeing.

Especially now when he figured out that you were his owner.

Viktor felt his cheeks hot thinking about how he was going to take the Poro with him to your house, without the furball bolting away from him the moment he opened the door. He didn't want to lose Mr. Cream Puff, much less now that he looked at the despair written in your features.

Besides, he thought on his way to the kitchen so he could feed him, it could be a good opportunity to try being closer with you, something he wanted since some months ago, but never really knowing how to approach you.

Ever since you became the new favorite artist of Councilor Shoola alongside her personal assistant, Viktor was able to know you from afar, from your sculptures and ceramic pieces that were a hot topic among wealthy Piltovans, to the way you enjoyed any musical and theatre function, brilliant eyes and raw emotions reflected in your face as the lightning played along with the story. He even knew you preferred to stay away from the piercing eyes of the high society, founding refugees in dark balconies and lonely corners only to be dragged out of them minutes later. Just like him, and yet, he didn’t know how to initiate a conversation with you in those fickling moments when there were only you two.

Heimerdinger told him that you, too, were able to study in the Academy because a Councilor sponsored your career. Even if you weren’t from the Undercity, you didn’t have a house to stand up to you. But Viktor couldn’t bring that personal information out trying to establish a bond when you never told him about it in the first place.

What other thing he could say? He wasn't an expert in arts, nor he was especially interested in knowing how the artists were almost always following the rules of the wealthiest people in Piltover to make commissions of the same boring portraits and regal statues to glorify their power.

He didn’t care about politics.

And yet… Viktor looked down at Mr. Cream Puff, his mouth covered in crumbs.

“Maybe you could help me.” The only problem was how to make a leash for the round Poro. He didn't want to put him in a cage, and even if he could carry him to your house, there wasn’t any certainty Mr. Cream Puff wasn't going to jump out of his arms at the first chance.

He sat in front of the kitchen table, preparing a quick dinner before getting down to work.

*~*~*~*

It was the weekend and you weren't sure if it was good or bad. The last weekend you spend hours walking down every part of Piltover looking for Mr. Cream Puff, but with no luck. What if the Poro crossed the bridge and he was in the Undercity?

Your stomach dropped. In front of you was a commission sketch it was supposed to be done by Monday. Rubbing your eyes, you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t focus correctly, no matter how much you tried.

What if it was too late?

Grumbling, you tossed the failed sketch into the bin. It was already afternoon, and yet you weren’t hungry.

“I’m going to get sick if I don’t try to put myself together.” And then Shoola would look for another artist to sponsor, and you would lose everything you and your parents worked for all these years.

I must do it. You closed your eyes. It felt like a betrayal, but you did everything in your power to find him. You couldn't go to the Undercity alone, even if you wanted to try.

A sob broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” you said at the empty little bed. You weren’t going to forget it, you just… “I’ve failed you.”

You hid your face between your arms, all your weight leaned against your drawing desk. You were so tired of crying, that no tears left your eyes even though your wailings made your throat sore.

You almost didn’t hear the knock at your door. Wanting them to go away, you waited for just a little before realizing that maybe it could be about Mr. Cream Puff.

With no other wish in mind, you stumbled upon the entrance, trying your best to accommodate your hair. The reflection of the opaque glass window lets you know you still looked terrible.

Opening the door slightly ajar, you peeked your head outside. “Yes…?” The Dean’s assistant was there. You stopped for a moment, blinking. “Viktor, right?” you mumbled. “That’s your name.”

His golden eyes widened, a light tint of pink covering his cheeks. “Y-yes, it is. And you’re…” He couldn’t finish. The little furball behind him recognized your voice and began to run towards your door.

“Mr. Cream!” You were on your knees before you could even acknowledge what was happening. The Poro barked happily while he tried to snuggle against you, his little horn poking your shoulder when you cradled him in your lap. “I thought I would never see you again! I’m so sorry I leave you alone. It won’t happen ever again, I promise.”

Tears were running down, but you didn’t mind them. Not when Mr. Cream Puff was licking them away. But between your bliss, you could notice Viktor’s awkwardly swift in his position, almost unnoticeable thump of his cane.

Trying to dry away the tears, you looked at him with blurry eyes. Even if his features weren’t clear for you to see, you could feel your smile widening while hugging Mr. Cream Puff.

“Thanks for finding him, I really cannot express how thankful I am.” You stood up carrying the Poro in your arms, and he let go of the leash he had on him before. And until now, you noticed the modified version of a dog’s leash so the round body couldn’t slip through it. Chuckling, you outlined the knots. “What a curious leash. Did you make it?”

"Ah— yes, I did. I was afraid he would run away if I wasn't careful taking him out. He was very focused on finding you." Viktor extended the cord towards you. "You can take it. I discover Mr. Cream Puff likes to take walks, so I think it would be useful to keep it."

“Thanks.” You said, taking it with one hand while the other was holding Mr. Cream Puff. Your fingertips brushed, and you jumped. “Uh. Do you want to come in? I don’t have the reward money right away, but I can offer you something else in the meantime—”

Opening the door, you let Mr. Cream Puff on the ground when you took off the leash. The Poro ran straight to your bedroom, his paws echoing on the wood floor.

"No, no. The reward's not necessary. I'm happy you found your pet." He stopped. "I… I think I should go."

“Oh, yes. I imagine you must be very busy.” You hold the door, feet switching the weight of your body one to another because you felt too uncomfortable to keep yourself still. “Maybe… can I still make up to you when you’re free?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I know, I know! I just want to.” You smiled but were too shy to look at him. “We haven’t had the opportunity to talk too much, even if we are both personal assistants of Council members after all.”

Viktor stopped while he was about to turn around. “Do you want to… spend time with me?”

You blinked. Why did you feel accused of something?

“Yeah, why shouldn’t I? I’ve heard a lot about you from everybody. But you’re certainly very impressive! I can’t even imagine that I would be talking with you outside the formal events…" You paused, hearing Mr. Cream Puff's paws returning to the entrance. Turning, you saw he was holding out a toy.

He got out, staying in front of Viktor, and let the toy out his bite, at his feet.

Viktor gave you a strange look and you shrugged. “He wants you to take it. As a gift.”

Leaning down carefully, Viktor took the plushie half-covered in the dirt. Nevertheless, he felt a warm sensation spreading in his stomach. “Thank you, little one.”

Mr. Cream Puff barked back, going next to you and rubbing against your leg, craving attention.

“Well, then will I see you another day? I have a favorite restaurant that serves a delicious dinner that it’s not so far away from the Academy.” You stopped, seeing his panicked expression. “I mean, you don’t have to agree if you don’t want…”

“Ah, no, no. Please not misunderstand. I’m not used to… spending time with people.” He was fidgeting with the handle of his cane. “But I would love to, if you want, of course.”

After a little pause tugging at your clothes, you said: “I want to, yes.”

“Eh, in that case,” Viktor said, smiling softly while squeezing Mr. Cream Puff's toy with his free hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yes? If you’re free, of—”

“Yes!” You said, too quickly and too excited. So you cleared your throat, trying to appear normal. “I mean, tomorrow works for me just fine.”

He tilted his head, nodding slightly. Even if he couldn't hide his smile.

“Then I will pick you up around 7.”

“Oh, I thou—I was—I…" You felt your cheeks hot every time you tried to babble out a single sentence and failed. Nodding, you intended to hide your face among your hair. “Yeah, thanks for…pick me… I mean, picking… uh… for finding Mr. Cream.”

“Yes, no problem. Whenever you want. I, eh, I mean— I don’t want Mr. Cream to be lost again. I mean—��� Sighing, he gestured away. “I better go now. Have a good day.”

“I will now. Thank you, Viktor. For everything.”

[a-wolf-among-men]

do all of the munday league asks

//O god. I stop hanging out with my riend and come back and have to answer 50 questions. Alright. gonna have top put it under a cut

First Champion played?

//Varus. Can’t play adc for shit, but I still play him sometimes.

First Champion you mained?

//Varus. Again.

Champion you main/play currently?

//I fucking love sona. Like shes really fun. Shes easy to play, but its hard to actually be good with her support wise, because you can’t always keep using powercord Q you have to use your other power cords.

Best or Favorite role to play?

//I’m a support main, so I think that speaks for itself.

Favorite Top champion to play/have on your team?

//I can’t play top because I hate playing melee champions and im not any good with any of them. I guess Shen is good, his ult is good.

Favorite Jungle champion to play/have on your team?

//Just a jungler that isn’t totally fucking useless like most of the ones I have. Life of a person who hates to play ranked you get stuck with shit junglers and teamates.

Favorite Mid champion to play/have on your team?

//I like to play Sona and Annie mid. Annie is just stupid and Sona most people underestimate because shes a support so once you get lich bane you can take a quarter of a squishy’s health, plus her heal is nice to have.

Favorite ADC champion to play/have on your team?

//AN ADC WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT I HAVE FUCKING COOLDOWNS. In other words and adc that doesn’t try to 1v2 the draven and blitz. :^)

Favorite Support champion to play/have on your team?

//Sona, Nami, a good Thresh, pretty much any good support. Pretty much whenever I’m stuck adc I get stuck with the supports who seem like they have no idea how to play their champion and its like ???? Sona and Nami are not that hard to fucking play.

Best champion design(no skin)?

//Thresh and  Viktor it’s a tie between them two.

Best champion ability/kit?

//Sona. If people actually take time to read what her power cords do she has a shit ton of shit she can do other than spam q and w. For example if you ult with power cord E it not only stuns, but also slows the enemy. She has a lot of depth to her kit that a lot of people miss out on.

Worse champion design(no skin)?

//Ahri. Fuck Ahri. I have so many problems with ehr design that it’s just like. Why the fuck did Rito make something so fucking generic for a soul stealer??? Like I swear I’ve seen her design 50 times over just on people’s ocs.

Worse champion ability/kit?

//Blitzcrank. Fucking takes less skill than fucking Soraka with how many times I’ve seen his hook go through minions.

Favorite Female champion?

//Zyra. She cool.

Favorite Male champion?

Thresh. Hes my son how could I not chose him.

Favorite Yordle?

//Lulu. Fucking adorable little shit. Veigar is a close second tho.

Most annoying champion to play against?

//FUCK BLITZCRANK

Favorite champion laugh track?

//Hyena warwick. That shits fucking great.

Favorite champion Taunt track?

//Aurileon sol. Spooce dragon best.

Favorite champion Joke track?

//Volibear. Best puns.

Favorite champion dance track?

//Jhin my boy. He got good skill.

Thoughts on Surrendering?

//Double explosion. B)

Favorite game mode? (including temporary game modes)

//Normal Draft. We still have it on NA. It’s fucking great. It’s like ranked but without the toxicity. Plus if you DON’’T GET FUCKING AUTO FILLED you get one of the two roles you wanted.

Best event for the game?

//Bilge water. Fucking loved black market brawlers and the Aram map.

Demacia or Noxus?

//Noxus hands down.

Piltover or Zaun?

//I like Zaun better than Noxus and Piltover.

Winter Claw, Avarosan, or FrostGaurd?

Never paid attention to the Freiljord, so I guess winter claws. Just because I know thats Sejuani.

Shadow Isles or The Void?

//SHADOW ISLES IS THE BEST AREA

Favorite champion associated with Shurima?

//I like birb. Birb is cute.

Favorite champion associated with Ionia?

//Jhin. Hands down Jhin. I used to write him all the time and I struggled with deciding to make this blog or a Jhin blog. Still ship jhin with bm thresh tho

Favorite champion associated with Bilgewater?

//Cervantes Gangplank. Hes cool and at least takes some skill unlike all of the other Bilgewater champions.

Praise the Solari or Lunari?

//Lunari because I used to watch a lot of mlp fim and Luna is still best princess.

Static Shiv or Phantom Dancer?

//Only build static shiv when I play ad Thresh. I think I only built a phantom dancer on ad Janna. So static shiv????

Favorite item in game?

//Athenes. Gives supports without a heal but a shield a way to actually heal their teamate.

Flash on D or F?

//D. Like I’ve always had it on D so why the hell would I change it???

Current game icon? Do you ever change it?

//The shadow Isles crest. Hardly ever change it.

Have/do you watch(ed) LaLaLa Demacia?

//Nope. Never heard of it.

Best skin in game?

//Bet u all ain’t gonna expect this. Prototype Viktor. I fucking love it. Bloodmoon Thresh is a close second tho

Best splash art(skins included)?

//I really like the pentakill splash. 

What ping do you play on?

//It hovers around 60 to 80, but if my moms watching netflix it goes up to 2k every so often.

Do you keep up with pro play? If so, favorite pro player(s)?

//Nope. Couldn’t care less about the LCS

Favorite ship?

//Do any of the ships I’ve had on this blog with ocs count? If so a certain flame boi and my son were rlly cute. If not Thresh x Ezreal is rlly cute, but I like bloodmoon Thresh and Jhin just as much.

Do you listen to music while playing? What kind?

//Nope. It would kill my ping.

What season did you get into league?

//I dunno. Back when Karma first came out. Dunno what season that was. I was a youngin then. Wanted nunu because he rode a yeti.

Favorite type of Poro from Blitzcrank’s Poro Round Up?

//Was the shadow isles poro in it? I mean I played it, but I can’t remember the poros. The jinx one? That was one right?

Pref playing AD or AP champions?

//Always been better with ap champs than ad.

Favorite Rioter?

//Don’t know any of em. How about the one who made it cannon that Graves vapes.

What do you play more Ranked or Normals?

//Never played a game of Ranked.

Do you prefer Red side or Blue side?

//Red, because I like red better.

If you could remove one champion from the game who would it be?

//PETITION TO REMOVE THE PIECE OF SHIT THAT IS AHRI WHERE THE FUCK TO DO I SIGN THAT SHIT? Can you tell I really hate Ahri? :^)