#although for Viktor it's because of his bad leg

[misforvendetta]

i just can't do this anymore, fem!viktor lives in my thoughts completely rent free, and i think about her constantly, so…

some of my thoughts about fem!viktor (viktoria). you can consider it modern uni au or something like that. and my lil collage!

i think viktoria is lonely. she has been lonely all her life. she always felt like a burden, an outcast, ‘not enough’, although she carefully hid it under the mask of quiet indifference. viktoria has no friends. she had a friend, sky, who moved to another city, and now the girls rarely see each other. but viktoria has already gotten used to it. she began to call her loneliness ‘a solitude’ a long time ago, noting that it was definitely her choice, and not the unfair pranks of life.

i think viktoria would have liked to have a friend group. you know, the kind where everyone is like sisters to each other, where there is support and warmth and care, where there is laughter and sleepovers and good moments. but, unfortunately, viktoria always ended up being unfriended. she tried to be part of a group of girls, but she always was the one who was hobbling along the road at the back, while a few of her friends walked in front. she didn't blame them. she knew she was pretty hard to be with.

i think viktoria is not really interested in the beauty industry. she perceived the standards imposed by society as stupidity that does not deserve so much attention. but then why was she always laughed at because of her hairy legs? is it really so hard for people to understand that it is quite difficult for a girl, who can barely walk, to shave her body? and that she simply does not want to waste her time on something that will bring her back pain, unwanted cuts and irritation on her sensitive skin? what a nonsense...

i think viktoria's life is not as terrible as it might seem at first. there are white stripes between the dark ones. she's not one to give in to despair, after all. viktoria loves to study. she loves science. any kind of science. she loves solving sudoku, taking herself on dates to coffee shops or libraries, she loves to draw a little. viktoria, although far from knowing how to do makeup, loves to treat herself to a nice-smelling lip balm or a pretty hair clip. it's not that she's picky about it. it's just the little things that make her life better. she also loves animals, children, potted flowers, cool weather and comfortable loose clothes. she loves rainy mornings and green tea when coffee is too much for her body. yeah, her life is definitely not that bad.

I think viktoria met jayce completely by accident. he was her classmate and, surprisingly, was not as ‘popular guy’ as he could have been with his looks. they were paired up to do a chemistry lab assignment. then, if viktoria hadn’t corrected jayce’s formula, there could have been an explosion. a small one, but still unpleasant. jayce realized then that he was head over heels in love. and viktoria realized that he was a silly guy. they then went to have lunch together during the long break in the backyard of the university. viktoria was surprised that jayce didn’t walk too fast, adjusting to a pace that was comfortable for her. for the first time in her life, she didn’t have to catch up with someone.

i think when viktoria had her birthday, jayce prepared a little surprise for her. he made her a notebook and a hydrangea pendant himself, because those were her favorite flowers. viktoria was amazed then — she had never received such a thoughtful gift. and jayce got his first kiss on the cheek that wonderful morning.

i think viktoria had a lot of insecurities, although she didn’t show it. she thought she was too tacky for jayce. too awkward, too unhealthy, too ugly, too… jayce interrupted this train of thought one cool winter evening when they were sitting in his room, wrapped in a soft blanket, and eating chips. he asked if he could kiss viktoria. and he blushed really badly. the kiss was awkward: a little slobbery, there were crumbs everywhere, and they bumped noses a couple of times. but they were happy.

i think viktoria loves jayce. and jayce loves viktoria.

[pastelnightgale]

The way both Viktot and Jinx liked building things when they were younger.

[yukioos]

TEAR YOU APART

SUMMARY: viktor x vampire reader // you stumble into the piltover academy, not realizing where you are because of the sunlight. you haven’t had blood in days, and felt overwhelmed due to everything you were lacking. once you pass out in the halls, an old friend, heimerdinger, recognizes you, and has two men behind him. one of them, viktor, offers his blood to you and saves your life.

ASK: listen listen listen… viktor x his human experiment/project/anomaly/test subject. that’s all.

AUTHORS NOTE: hii!! im so sorry i accidentally posted the ask with the intention of using that post as a draft. anyway, thank u guys for 400 followers! this has 2.0k words. also pls send asks!! i’m working on a jayce oneshot too

WARNINGS: not proofread, kinda mean jayce, viktor n heimerdinger pick on jayce a bit, reader sucks viktors blood

you barged into the academy’s front doors, stomping down the hallways. it was in the middle of the day, yet far too sunny for your liking, but you needed a place to take cover. your body was burning in pain, and whimpers snuck out of your mouth. tears began to spring in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away before they could drop down to your cheeks.

you walked up the stairs, trying to find a room suffocated in complete darkness. you panted, and you needed blood quickly. time was running out, and you felt your energy draining by the second. cold air enveloped your frame, so you wrapped your arms around your body. it was the coldest you’ve felt in your life, although you were burning minutes ago.

pain filled your legs, and you found it difficult to walk and even breathe. this wasn’t how vampires were supposed to act. you were supposed to be strong and intimidating, but here you were, holding your knees up to your chest and cradling yourself as if your mother was comforting you. suddenly, a door slammed open, and you heard three men talking about something you couldn’t comprehend. hopefully, they weren’t the bad people who would burn down the castles of vampires, like the ones in the stories dad would read.

heimerdinger gasped and in a chirpy voice, questioned, “miss y/n? is that you?” you only glanced up at the yordle, but didn’t have the strength to respond to your old friend. as your vision became blurry, you could only hear the creature command one of the men behind him, “jayce, pick up a bag of blood from the infirmary!” when the brunette hesitated, he furrowed his eyebrows and placed his hands on his hips, “what did i just say, boy? now!” he then pointed at the room labeled ‘infirmary’.

he held his hands over your shoulders, debating whether or not he should hug you. he felt immense love and care for you, and he was essentially your godfather. his eyes teared up, he had never seen you in a position like this before, it made the normally chirpy yordle feel emotional for you.

on the other hand, viktor felt awkward and nervous around you. he finally spoke up, “professor, do you know this woman?” he couldn’t help but stare at your eyes, devoid of emotion. he bit his lip and tapped his cane against the ground, impatiently waiting for his science partner to save your life.

footsteps stomped over to your side, and the dark haired boy asked, “is b positive okay, sir?” yet before your old friend could answer, your vision became dark, and you were met with frantic hands gently slapping your cheeks.

“no, no, no!” heimerdinger groaned, placing his hands on his head and shaking it with disappointment. the two men gave him a look of confusion, as a random girl appeared malnourished and on the edge of death. he continued, “oh gosh! that just made this situation worse!” he sat on his knees for a couple of seconds, placing his hands on his chin before his pet, porofessor, came over and sat next to him.

he then attempted to set his emotions aside, remembering it is his right to take care of you. he turned around and stood in front of you, with his hands on his hips. he stated, with furrowed eyebrows, “one of you needs to give blood to this young lady.”

before jayce could interject, as he held his hands out and opened his mouth, heimerdinger tutted and shook his finger. “we can’t give her blood from a bag, it needs to be from a living creature. i, unfortunately, was not thinking correctly when i told you to collect a bag from the infirmary. however, i expect one of you two gentlemen to give blood to her because yordle blood does not go well in vampires’ stomachs.”

the taller man rubbed the nose of his bridge and ran his large hand over his face, covering almost all of the skin. he sighed and took his hand off, “so you’re telling me that we have to give blood to a vampire?” he chuckled and splayed his hands out, as if he was shrugging, “with all do respect, professor, that’s absurd. i’m not giving blood to someone i just met. plus, she’s a vampire. they’re rabid animals—“

viktor interjected, reaching a hand out to jayce to stop him. he argued, “clearly, you haven’t studied vampires, jayce. there isn’t much information about them, but they are not rabid animals, especially this one here. they live in solitude, away from humans.” he glances to heimerdinger, who has a proud smile on his face, even in the darkest of times, “i will give the blood to her. it seems like you know her well enough to ask us to save her life.” he smirked.

the professor beamed and clapped, “i am proud of you, my boy!” he then turned to the stronger man and glared at him, “jayce, because you aren’t doing anything productive, carry her to the infirmary.” jayce didn’t protest this time, and even began to feel guilt, apparent due to his gaze at the ground, and puppy eyes sat on heimerdinger’s face. he then picked your body up, bridal style, and opened the door to the infirmary. he gently placed you on the soft bed, where your body seemed almost lifeless.

three chairs sat around the bed, where friends and family of the patient would bond together in their most vulnerable and sometimes last moments. the three sat down, and the professor struggled to climb on top of the tall chair. he sighed and placed his hands on the armrests, eyebrows furrowed and his expression unreadable.

it wasn’t until viktor spoke that he was knocked out of his trance. “professor, how am i supposed to give blood to… what was her name again?”

“her name is y/n. i watched the girl grow up in her castle with her mother and father. because i live for centuries, like them, they decided to make me her godfather. that was the best day in my life. never would i have expected her to see her like this…” he shakes his head, then widens his eyes, “oh, what am i saying? you didn’t ask for her life story!” he tried to be his chirpy and loving self again, but didn’t have the spark in his eyes.

he frowned and finally answered the brunette’s question, “i am not fully aware of how to wake her up. however, she should wake up to the smell of blood. then, you must let her take… a bite, preferably from your neck. maybe a couple of seconds will be good enough for the girl to have her health restored. it is a tedious process, my boy. you may begin to feel lightheaded, so you should have some water nearby. we will leave so it won’t be as awkward with us watching you.” he chuckled.

viktor bit his lip before nodding, and jayce took a glass from the cabinet above before filling it with water. he sat it on the table next to him, then held the door open for the professor. he then closed it, and you and viktor were all alone.

viktor attempted to grab a document but jolted his hand back once the pain settled in. he got a paper cut at the perfect time. your eyes opened quickly, and you smelled blood, causing you to rise and sit instead of lying down. you stared at the handsome boy in front of you, who happened to be holding his hand in pain.

viktor stared back at you with the same intensity, partially with fear and adrenaline. maybe the fact that you were pretty would make the pain easier to withstand. your eyes were wide, and viktor swore he saw a hint of red in them. your hands were perched on the bed, and you tilted your head at the frightened man.

through all his fear, he mumbled, “i understand you need… to feast for a moment,” he glanced down at the marble floor, “it’s okay.” he motioned over with his hand for you to take a bite.

within a second, you were out of the bed and sitting on his lap, with one hand on his neck. you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly before sinking your fangs in, eliciting a groan from him. his eyes widened and he began to pant, knowing he was currently losing blood by the second, but not a deathly amount.

he placed a cold hand on your hip and gently squeezed it, not noticing his own action. once you gained consciousness of your surroundings, you gave him a plush kiss on his neck, where you bit. some blood was smeared on the surrounding skin, so you grabbed a nearby tissue and cleaned it up. you smiled at the marks your teeth had left, but frowned once you saw the man wasn’t looking healthy.

you mumbled an, “‘m sorry,” and grabbed the glass of water for him to take. you then asked, “thank you for saving my life. how can i repay you? surely there’s something i can do.”

he slowly drank the water with shaky hands, accidentally letting some of it spill over his clothes. he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, placing the glass on the table. he whispered, “give me a second, please. i would like to… recollect myself.” so you nodded, then stood up and sat on the infirmary bed, giving him space.

he looked good, with disheveled hair and clothes, especially his tie. you’ve seen a lot of good-looking men in your long life, sometimes telling heimerdinger about them, but you never saw one as handsome as the one in front of you.

he apologized and rubbed his face, then stared back at your curious eyes. jayce was completely wrong, he couldn’t believe that vampires were dangerous as soon as he saw the innocent and loving look on your face.

he gave you a small smile, and stated, “i was thinking maybe i could ask you questions about your species. we do not have much knowledge about vampires, and the piltover community would love to know more. you don’t have to live around here, however, but i would appreciate you come by sometimes to teach me about your culture.”

he was genuinely interested, but it was even better that he wanted to know more about you, not just your people. he wanted to know about you as an individual being, and not everything had to be vampire-related. however, he wouldn’t admit this to heimerdinger. he was like an overprotective father, although he only saw the two of you interact once or twice.

so you and viktor began to talk about your culture for a couple of minutes before you were interrupted. the brunette remembered you didn’t need to sleep at night, so you preferred to talk early in the morning, when it was still dark. he learned you preferred to fly around at night, where people would never suspect you were a vampire, and no one could bother you.

you learned he was a renowned scientist, originally from the undercity, zaun. he felt like he didn’t always belong in the city of progress, as he was a cripple who believed he was looked down upon. you empathized with him, knowing vampires were never treated fairly in their years of living.

when it was almost time for your nightly fly, you quickly asked, “can you schedule the questions for three in the morning?”

that, of course, didn’t align with his schedule, but he agreed, “yes, that is perfect.” you nodded and smiled, and he shouted, “stay safe out there, miss y/n!” as you jumped out of the lab window, before transforming into a bat and roaming in the sky.

[leviackermanstoes]

jayvik x reader plsplsplsplspls

YESYESYEYSYEYSYEYS

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Everyone in piltover knows the three of you. Known for his attitude and sarcastic approach, viktor was usually the one people were cautious talking to. He may look small, too, but he was hiding a hell of a punch behind his bony body. Jayce is like sunshine on legs. Everyone loves talking to jayce, and he takes care of the business that he prefers you and viktor need not worry about. But he too is hiding something, jayce is absolutely terrifying when he's got a reason to be. Although he looks like a teddy bear, he could tear a man apart with two fingers and walk away smiling. So he's a guard dog.

And you are their loving and doting partner of 2 years. You are a scientist, but you have long since taken a break after an explosion shattered your arm. You haven't been able to work on much since. You started dating viktor and jayce a little bit after they joined together as partners In the hextech project.

They indoctrinated you into their duo and took pride in knowing they could take care of you, and secretly, after a short time of being your small trio, it was jayce who announced he had feelings for you. At first, you didn't know what to say back because you did indeed like him too, but you liked viktor as well.

And so you proposed to them the idea of a poly relationship. And like children who had been offered stacks of candy, they immediately smiled happily and nodded. And since then, your life has been peaceful and perfect alongside your partners.

You were taking a stroll through the square as three. Despite the fact that jayce had a meeting to get to, he would not rush viktor as he walked slowly beside him. Rather, he enjoyed walking at this pace in comparison to the constant speeding down the halls that the other councillors always seemed hell bent on doing.

"It would be nice to get lunch, don't you think?" Jayce turnt to look at you both.

You nodded. "I agree that would be lovely"

Viktor shrugged his thin shoulders. "Yes, that would be." his sentence was interrupted by a harsh cough into his handkerchief. "Lovely indeed"

You and jayce looked at each other worriedly. "Are you alright, vik? We can go home if you would like?" Jayce stopped the three of you and put his hand of viktors shoulder.

His hand engulfed his bony shoulder, and your brows raised still shocked at just how large jayce was. It's quite terrifying when he stands up straight.

"You need not worry about me, jayce. I am okay" viktor nodded.

"Perhaps it may be best if we go sit down somewhere," you stated.

"Sounds like a bad idea, love, viktor's bony butt might hurt when he sits down" jayce chuckled at his own joke.

Viktor glared at his partner. "Remember, i might be sick, but I am not weak. I will fight you talis, "

That made you laugh.

[kari-go]

This was so much fun :D

They will change ofc. Mostly just Marinette and Chris get buffer xd

btw, the body birthmarks' placement was random.

Ramblings under cut

Marinette

Marinette has a typical teen girl body type. I don't think that her legs and arms would be weak tho. She helps around in the bakery and has to keep up with Kim. Sometimes she even runs with him in the morning (he takes a slower pace ofc).

She does have neat handwriting when she isn't in a rush, which doesn't happen that often honestly. Sometimes her notes are readable sometimes not, it's a gamble. She tries to make them look nice tho, she has a few highlighters she uses constantly.

Chris

Chris has a sort of hourglass shape. I always drew him as slender and like. Why did I do that. It's a crime that I haven't drawn him chubby like of course he will be. Mf sits around all day and goes on a walk sometimes like bruh. Other than that he has really veiny hands, another thing he got from Arthur along with his baby face lol (although, Arthur’s veins are even more prominent, so much they're kinda concerning). I like how I drew them :]. The baby face is not gonna change soon unless he stops transforming which he definitely won't do. Btw, despite being the weakest of the trio as a civilian, he's actually the strongest while transformed (with the lion ofc)

As for his handwriting, it's not bad. Sometimes he squishes the words together to not waste space and it ends up not being readable.

Stephan

He's already pretty athletic, he used to do competitive gymnastics and ice skating in his free time. Used to, he sprained his wrist (mostly out of stress and to occupy his mind to keep him from thinking about Viktor,,,, it's just.. a thing he does). Then they moved to Paris anyway, so he just stopped completely. He gained a little weight so he started running in the morning, to also get to know the city better. He also starts going to the gym with Kim after a while. His freckles are mostly on his face and neck

Surprise, his name is Štěpán lol. Would Štefan/Stefan be more fitting? Yes, but I like Štěpán more. Anyway, his handwriting is really neat, he's left-handed btw (idk just vibes). His notes are also nicely organized so he's the one to go to out of the yellow group if you need them.

Alya

Alya, my girl, I love her. She doesn't do much physical activity, she usually just sits around doing something on her phone or laptop. But after The Butterfly appears she starts running around more, to get the footage for Ladyblog. Her stamina gets so good omg

Her handwriting is not that bad. It honestly depends on the day and mood, sometimes she can't even read it herself xd

Chloe

Chloe is another athlete, she did gymnastics, track running, ice skating and sometimes ballet and fencing. Her legs are so powerful you have no idea. I know that's a lot of sports and her grades reflect that which is why she needs a tutor. She stopped ice skating, fencing, and ballet when she was younger and now she just does them for fun, when she gets the time ( ,,, she honestly doesn't lol). But now she also quit the other ones as she went into lycee because her grades were too bad and Andre put his foot down (he mostly just told her that Audrey would be disappointed oof). Btw, Aurore’s mom was her ballet teacher :) definitely no rivalry there 

She writes in cursive? She does, to make herself stand out and appear fancy. It does look fancy but she focuses on that too much so sometimes she doesn't write everything down :/

Kagami

My girl is BUFF. Her main focus is on fencing, which is how she met Chloe :D. She has a private gym wherever she lives, so she trains there. She also has an interest in archery and sometimes ice skating so she does that but also just regular sparring. But again, her main focus is fencing, she's already one of the best but she can be better. Her freckles are mostly on her face (her nose to be specific) and are more sparse on her body

Her handwriting, like everything else about her, is bold.

Lila

What do I say about her? She cares about her appearance a lot and she knows she's pretty. She exercises at home but also goes to the gym sometimes (she has to watch out for her asthma tho). Her self-control fails when it comes to sweets but it goes to her thighs mostly which she doesn't mind as much. Her tummy and fingers annoy her tho

Pretty handwriting. She tries to make her notes pretty but gets so occupied with that, that she doesn't even pay attention to the lesson and just the appearance (wow really subtle lol)

Nino

He's the least athletic out of the three besties, he doesn't even try to catch up anymore xd. He can barely run a lap (same tbh). 

His handwriting takes up space and is sometimes unreadable. That's not really an issue because he remembers stuff more by listening so he doesn't take notes. He just looks at Marinette’s (or Stephan’s after they meet) if he needs to.

Kim

Another athletic fella. He does track running and swimming. He did track sooner than swimming but he likes swimming more and wants to focus on it (it's also how he and Ondine met). And like I mentioned before, he runs in the mornings and then starts going to the gym with Steph. So yeah, another strong legs lol

His handwriting takes up SO much space. He goes through so many notebooks, it's also not that readable xd and it's not like he can focus on the study sessions with Nino and Marinette, they usually just end up playing UMS3. (he always loses if you're asking)

Juleka

Jules! She's pretty thin. She walks around a lot and forgets to eat sometimes. Especially when she's studying. Her collarbone is really prominent, she also has bony hands.

Her handwriting is small, sometimes unreadable

Luka

He has a belly button piercing!!!! (very important information imo) That's it. bony hands also

His handwriting is shit. You will not understand half of the stuff (unless you're Juleka).

Sabrina

Just an average teen girl's body, she exercises at home at least once a day.

The best person to go to for notes. So nice, so readable, so neat

Alix

Her legs are strong, she just flies around all day. She skates to school every day (which is like 45 mins on foot). Then she goes to a skate park or a roller skating rink.

Her handwriting is somehow worse than Luka's, like it's completely unreadable, just cat scratches.

Mylene

She loves walking around, just taking in the atmosphere and nature

She has really small handwriting, the words look lonely on the page

Max

He sits around a lot but he makes sure to exercise to make sure his body is healthy. He also watches his diet.

His handwriting is the best out of the class but his notes look less nice than Sabrina’s. He always writes down his full name

Rose

She has a hard time gaining and maintaining weight (even if we ignore her allergies) so she eats a lot and doesn't exercise much. Her chronic cough also doesn't help

Her notes are always decorated, there are so many cute drawings and stickers. It's so adorable

Nathaniel

He's a lot like Chris, except he gets forced to do stuff by Alix

He doesn't have the prettiest handwriting. He usually just ends up drawing all over the page

Ivan

His little sister is a back killer, she wants to be on his shoulders all the time.

His handwriting is on the smaller side

Aurore

She did ballet since she knew how to walk. She slowed down a little, wanting to focus on her grades and the weather competition she loses.

Pretty notes, she doesn't use highlighter and decorations that much, just headers

Ondine

Swimmer, she's like a fish. She has pretty wide shoulders. She has freckles everywhere.

Her handwriting is so round and spacey. She has a lot of pretty highlighters. Also her last name is Rosseau :D!

Marc

They don't exercise much, or at all. They like to take a walk when their inspiration is low

Their handwriting is nice, but it can get messy when they're really inspired and just write with no breaks.

[lumilasi]

A scene from TVE I decided I really wanted to try drawing, which proved tricky because I wasn't sure how the floor of the Spire would actually look? I decided the pool room has sort of sand on it, although I don't mention it in the actual scene. I'm still slowly getting a hang of how to draw these 2. (scene sneak peek below):

"Jayce.”

He cracks his eyes open, looking up at Viktor who was still staring at his feet, a small frown still marring his features.

"What is it?”

"…..Can you tell me exactly, why we are here?”

"Aww, can’t we wait till after the bath? It’s so nice.”

Viktor huffs out a sigh and finally dares to look up, Jayce not missing the way his face gained some color, though one could claim it was the steam from the hot spring. Gods he was gorgeous, and Jayce wanted nothing more but to cross the distance between them just to rest his head on his lap again, so he could look up at his pretty eyes.

"….Jayce. You….do realize that since I have a piece of your soul within me, I can tell when you are being needlessly saccharine.”

Viktor comments dryly all of a sudden, and Jayce hides his face in embarrassment, letting out a sheepish laugh as his face flashes red. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty or bad about it, he was just being honest. For a moment, the golden eyes stare at him from across the pond unimpressed, before Viktor let’s out a huffing sigh, shaking his head with a fond smile.

"You are hopeless sometimes, Jayce Talis.”

"Only sometimes?”

"Most of the time. I’m trying to be nice here.”

"It doesn’t suit you, being too nice.”

"You’re right; please stop giving me cavities, your thoughts probably put the sickly sweetest romance novellas to shame. I already have back and leg problems, I don’t need to add constant toothache atop of it all.”

Jayce let’s out another laugh, before moving to swim across the lake, wrapping his arms around Viktor’s frame in a moment of boldness, Viktor’s entire body freezing for a second before he prods his forehead with a finger, face flushed even more now.

"I’m not your bathtoy.”

"I’m just making sure you don’t get too cold, sitting up there. The water’s much warmer.”

"Warm steam is rising from this magical hot spring, I’m fine sitting right here.”

Jayce let’s out another laugh, before sighing slowly and resting his head on Viktor’s lap now, feeling the weight of what he had to tell him start to settle on his shoulders again. Perhaps Viktor could sense it through his soul piece, as after a moment hesitant fingers start carding his hair, with Viktor no longer trying to get him to move away. Jayce remains silent for a long moment, stalling a little, perhaps, but he knew he had to tell Viktor, he deserved to know.

"…..I…..we….something went wrong.”

"What?”

"The…we didn’t manage to eradicate it all. Something got left behind. The two gods of this realm, their job is to monitor things like this. They noticed.”

He could tell Viktor was stunned speechless, the hand in his hair stopping, the entire body he was clinging to going stiff with shock. Jayce bites his lip, briefly pressing his face against the pale skin of Viktor’s thigh peeking out from beneath the robes to breathe in, gathering himself.

He proceeds to describe what Janus had told him weeks ago, about the leftover timelines, the unstable state they had been left in, and how effects from those verses were bleeding into other ones. He couldn’t bring himself to mention, that the reason this happened was likely because of Viktor’s own subconscious doubts, but he likely didn’t need to. Viktor releases a shaky breath, the hand briefly leaving him as he could tell his partner was now burying his face in his hands, trembling lightly against him. Jayce squeezes him gently, his fingers subtly stroking his lower back through the canvas of his robe.

"….Of course. Of course.”

That was all Viktor could say, frustration and self-loathing bitterness evident in his voice. Jayce just remains resting there, waiting silently for Viktor to process it all, hopefully finding comfort in the warm weight against him.

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Hurt/Comfort Jayvik Drabble

(can also be read on Ao3)

Spoilers for Season 2 Act 3

His stay in the derelict Piltover has left its mark on Jayce. Both his mind and body have suffered from it, although some injuries are less evident than others. To Viktor, the damage inflicted on his soul is the one that stands out the most. They might be watered down, but the Zaunite has retained some of his peculiar abilities, even now that the Hexcore has been destroyed. They make him more attuned to Jayce’s feelings, especially violent, undesired ones.

This unique connection alerts him when his partner is having a bad nightmare long before he even starts stirring in his sleep. It lets him know when a particular sound or smell brings Jayce back to that horrible cave, to the soul-wrenching dread of being trapped and hurt and alone.

Viktor senses it all: When guilt and self-hatred start weighing on Jayce’s chest, when his mind spirals with what-ifs, when suicidal thoughts attempt to resurface from the pit they’ve been rightfully thrown into. And those crucial insights help him be there for Jayce, just like Jayce is always there for him.

Still, only he can detect wounds of the mind with such keen acuity. To regular people, it is the leg brace that stands out. Viktor can tell. He has been on the receiving end of enough rude or pitying comments and stares to recognize when Jayce is subjected to the same treatment. It never fails to make his blood boil, and he has no qualms about unleashing all of his snark and spite on such inconsiderate individuals to shield his partner from their nosy remarks and questions.

Jayce’s shattered legbone is only the tip of the iceberg, though. So many other things have changed about him; his hair, his beard, the creases on his skin, his eyes, which do not shine as bright as they once did…

Linked together, all these little details weave a tale of what happened to Jayce. They speak of his resilience and strength of character, of how hard he fought to survive.

However, yet another thread is missing from this complex canvas. One only Viktor is privy to.

The red, ugly slash that divides Jayce’s back in two.

This one, he received during the Memorial Ceremony. Before he touched the Arcane. So, associating the injury with his hellish experience might appear farfetched.

Except the wound was still fresh, when Jayce fell into the pit. As for the bandage that covered it, his partner found himself with no choice but to relocate it to his broken leg instead. Leaving the chainsaw-inflicted gash on his back raw, exposed.

And, given the disastrous conditions his partner lived in for months, it healed badly.

Really badly.

Due to the infection and Hexcore corruption Jayce had to battle off, the scar spreads much farther than it should have. Viktor has made rubbing repairing ointments onto it at night a habit. It helps soothe Jayce’s pain, although it will take months, if not years, for it to disappear completely, if it ever does.

In the meantime, Jayce winces when he puts on his clothes, and sleeps either on his stomach or side, but never on his back. Most nights, he sleeps with his head resting on Viktor’s stomach, because for as much he’d love to be the little spoon, to be held in a warm embrace, his suffering body won’t let him. And when they hug, Viktor doesn’t dare wrap his arms too tight around Jayce, for fear he might hurt him.

Not that it stops Viktor from offering him plenty of love and comfort. To make up for all the embraces they cannot share, he peppers kisses across Jayce’s cheeks, whispers the sweetest words in his ear, holds hands with him as they fall asleep… The list goes on and on. Whatever affectionate gesture Jayce might long for, Jayce gets. Simple as that.

Until the pain in Jayce’s back fades. Until he can be held tight again. Until Viktor can be the one resting on his chest instead.

Until wounds of the mind and body alike heal, or at very least, turn less severe.

It's a slow process, but they will get there.

Together.

[winglesswren]

solitude; serenity

fandom/pairing: arcane, jayvik

chapter: 1/4, 1.5k words

ao3 🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61568524

(fic is currently archive locked; subject to change if i get brave and/or recieve any positive feedback but i am a coward)

posting chapter one in this format as well as on the archive; full chapter under the cut, below fic summary

edit: page break didnt work im a mobile user i will fix it tomorrow from my laptop before work

summary:

Viktor hesitates for a moment, but it seems Jayce is truly asleep. He brings one hand up, slowly, and cups Jayce’s jaw in his palm, letting his thumb swipe across his cheek affectionately.

Jayce is always so full of jittery anxious energy, buzzing around and chattering about whatever crosses his mind, never stopping for air. It’s nice to see him so relaxed like this. Something in Viktor’s chest contracts at the trust that Jayce is putting in him, to allow him to see him so unguarded.

Selfishly, Viktor wishes that he could bottle this up and live in it forever. He wishes that nothing ever had to change. Wishes that he deserved this softness that Jayce has given him, this unconditional kindness and love that he could have had seven years ago if things had been just a little different.

If he had been just a little braver.

(full chapter under the break)

A/N: boom baby chapter one of four here we go! merry christmas and happy holidays to all, and a HUGE shoutout to my friend milo @dykelizard for beta’ing this for me because i was this 🤏 close to just giving up on the whole thing and scrapping it

It’s still dark when Jayce flinches awake, the blankets wrapped around his legs and holding him immobile. His bad leg aches in protest, and he winces as he untangles himself from the cocoon and slips from the bed.

He glances over his shoulder, running a hand through his hair, and softens at the sight that greets him.

Viktor is still asleep, curled on his side with his hair falling softly over his face. He still hasn’t cut it, although he had brought it up to Jayce once, right after they had fled. Jayce had just hummed, twirling a strand around his finger and murmuring that he should do what made him feel comfortable.

It hasn’t been brought up again, but Viktor hadn’t cut his hair, and Jayce had noticed the scissors that had been on the corner of the bathroom counter were back in the cabinet.

Viktor looks younger like this, eyes closed and face relaxed. As if he carries less of the tension and grief that he holds to his heart when awake, although there is still a blip of something in his expression that refuses to let go of his guilt. Jayce wishes he could soothe it.

Instead, he just reaches out and smooths a hand over Viktor’s hair, tucking the errant strands behind his ear and brushing his thumb across his cheekbone.

His partner shifts under his touch, exhales, but doesn’t wake. His face is still lined with exhaustion, and Jayce knows that he hasn’t been sleeping well, although he refuses to talk to Jayce about what’s haunting him, keeping him awake deep into the night.

For now, though, Viktor is asleep, and Jayce pulls back his hand before he wakes him. For a moment, Viktor presses forward, chasing his hand, and his brows furrow, but almost immediately he curls back in on himself and calms.

Jayce has been staring for far too long, he realizes with a start. He turns his back and pads into the hallway, pushing the door until it’s only open a sliver. The rest of the house is quiet and cold, the lack of lights and the clouds covering the moon leaving a chill in the air. Jayce tamps down on a shudder and slips out the front door onto the porch.

There are no stars, but with the heavy fog, Jayce is unsurprised that the sky is hidden. He does miss the view, though. With winter edging closer, it’s been days of relentless cold and damp. But stars are a rare sight here anyways, wherever the arcane has spat them out. It’s quiet, and beautiful, but it’s a change. One that Jayce still isn’t sure he’ll ever fully adjust to.

He sits down hesitantly at the edge of the grass, tucking his bad leg under him and wincing as the muscles contract in a spasm at the movement. It’s been months and still the deep ache doesn’t subside. The bones had healed wrong, ever so slightly, and Jayce tells Viktor over and over when it gets bad that he just slept on it wrong, that he twisted his ankle going down the stairs, that he must have just landed wrong on his foot walking back from town.

He can tell Viktor barely believes him.

A sudden weight at his side startles him, and he jolts, but it’s just Viktor, settling down beside him and making himself comfortable on the grass without looking over at Jayce at all.

There is a brief silence, where neither of them move, and then Jayce steels himself and scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Viktor’s shoulders. He doesn’t pull away, to Jayce’s surprise, and if anything, nudges a little closer.

“I woke up and you had left. Why are you out here in the cold?” Viktor’s voice is low and raspy with sleep, and Jayce has to swallow around the sudden urge to press a kiss to his cheek and pull him closer.

He clears his throat roughly to shake the image from his mind and refocuses on Viktor’s question. “I, ah. I couldn’t sleep, so I just. I didn’t want to wake you.”

Viktor raises an eyebrow. “It’s November, Jayce. You could have stayed in the kitchen or on the couch. What is really bothering you?”

Jayce looks away, heat rising in his face, pulling back and turning towards the sky. His eyes widen. “Viktor,” he breathes, pointing.

Viktor reluctantly follows his gaze.

There are stars poking through the fog. Hundreds, thousands of tiny pinpricks of light in the sky, dim through the haze. “I haven’t seen stars since…” Viktor’s voice trailed off, and Jayce just shuffles to rest his knee against Viktor’s.

”Yeah. Me neither.”

Jayce feels Viktor’s breath puff against his neck as he shifts to look up at him. Slowly, like he thinks Jayce will take flight like a frightened animal at the wrong move, Viktor shifts closer, leaning his head against Jayce’s shoulder. He stays that way for a long moment, frozen, until Jayce finally gathers his wits enough to bring his arm back up and wrap it around Viktor’s shoulders again, this time tucking him tight against his side instead of loosely holding him.

”It’s beautiful.”

Viktor hums. “It is,” he agrees, but his eyes never leave Jayce’s face.

They sit together, silent, until the chill bites through the sweater Viktor has thrown on and a tremor ripples through his body. Jayce is immediately on alert at his side, sitting up straighter.

”Are you cold?”

Viktor considers lying, considers shaking his head and pressing into Jayce’s side and prolonging this moment a little longer, but before he can decide, a breeze rips past them and he shudders violently before he can tense up against it.

Jayce clambers to his feet, dragging Viktor up with him. “You should have told me, it’s too cold for you to be sitting out here without a jacket,” he scolds.

Viktor scoffs, but allows himself to be dragged back towards the door. “You came out here first. I just followed you.”

Jayce throws a glance over his shoulder as he tugs Viktor inside and then spins to shut and lock the front door. “You don’t have to follow me everywhere. I was going to come right back in.”

The mood shifts, just for a moment, but Jayce catches it, biting at the side of his lower lip. It’s raw from him chewing on it already, Viktor notices. A worried habit that he never managed to kick. It’s familiar. “I’m sorry,” Jayce blurts, unprompted. “I’ll stay inside, next time. I didn’t mean to… worry you or anything.”

That’s…startling? Not what Viktor expected him to say at all. He blinks. ”I just wasn’t expecting you to be gone. You can wake me up, if you need something. No sense in secrets, Jayce.” He smiles, a little more bitter than he means, but Jayce seems to understand.

”I know,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know, I just…you don’t sleep well anyways anymore, and I didn’t want to ruin what little sleep you were getting.”

Viktor raises an eyebrow, expression going just a bit cross, and Jayce automatically braces himself for the rebuke. It’s the same exasperated, fond look Viktor used to give him in the lab six years ago when he would work himself into the ground and Viktor would have to haul him back to his apartment before their combined sleep deprivation caused another explosion.

Instead of arguing back, however, Viktor just turns and starts towards their room again, barely sparing a glance back when Jayce doesn’t move. “Coming?”

”Right! We should…yes. Yeah. Coming.” He scrambles after Viktor, closing the door behind them and flicking on the lamp on the bedside table.

“You should change,” Viktor hums, already moving to slip out of his own slightly damp clothing. “You have grass stains on your knees.”

He does, Jayce is startled to find, when he pulls the fabric taut and glances down. His knees are a muted green. He’ll need to wash them tomorrow. Tomorrow? Today? He isn’t sure of the exact time.

“Are you going to stare at the floor all night, or come back to bed?” Viktor teases, and Jayce snaps out of his little trance and strips his shirt and jeans off, pulling on the soft sleepwear that Viktor chucks at his face.

”I’m coming. Don’t be impatient,” he jokes back, and Viktor huffs a small laugh.

”Have you ever known me to wait for anything?”

Jayce rolls his eyes. “You’re a fast learner.”

They lapse back into comfortable silence as they both dress and then Viktor curls up back under the blankets against the wall. Jayce awkwardly clambers in after him and draws his body up against the edge of the bed, carefully keeping a couple of inches between their shoulders.

Viktor is the first to fall back asleep, breaths evening back out as he slips back under. Jayce stays carefully on his side of the bed until he knows Viktor is asleep, and then relaxes as much as he dares, eyes closing against his will.

For as much as he was awake ten minutes ago, he’s still exhausted, and it’s catching up to him.

Viktor shifts, humming contentedly as he pushes himself against Jayce’s side and tucking himself under his arm.

Jayce doesn’t have it in himself, nor does he have the room, to pull away.

(He’s asleep before he can even really consider it anyways.)

[eternalera]

in the name of science!!

viktor and jinx are friends and are completing a science project together... although it turns into a gossip session (courtesy of jinx)

1k+ words

"So... are we gonna talk about it?" Jinx leans back in her swivel chair, almost threatening to tip it over and for a second Viktor considers tipping it over himself because of course Jinx mentions it. She never did have any clue what 'personal space' was, or maybe she did and just preferred bothering him. Honestly it could really go either way for her, and for him. The pestering was rather mutual.

He sets down his wrench and pushes the metal object that was previously in his hands aside. They were trying to make an energy generation machine, something that involved the physics of perpetual motion to create energy more easily, but apparently that is going to have to wait.

"Talk about what?" Viktor tilts his head as he turns it to look at her, mocking confusion. Maybe she doesn't even remember, well he could hope at least.

Jinx scoffs, blowing a tuft of blue hair out from her face. "The whole 'Viktor, you're my best friend!' 'Oh, how I couldn't do this without you!' 'I love you so dearly' 'Nothing in the entire world can ever compare to your genius!' " she mocked in a (rather bad) Jayce impression.

"That wasn't a very good impression," Viktor points out. If she's gonna be like this then might as well return the favor

"Pfft- alright-"

"You just vaguely lowered your voice,"

"Alright-"

"I think Vi does it better,"

Jinx got up from her chair and pushed Viktor almost out of his but he caught himself (on his bad leg, whether or not that was on purpose though is a mystery to him).

"Alright, that's enough. We're talking about Jayce here, not my impression of him-"

"Of course not, I could hardly even tell that it was him in the first place-"

"I'm going to push you out of your chair Vik,"

Viktor smiles at her innocently and looks back to their device, touching it as if he were examining it but not actually doing so. He knew what she was talking about. Jinx was convinced he and Jayce had something... a little more friendly going on, to put it into words. Something that he knew not to be true, and something he didn't like entertaining because he knew it not to be so.

"There's nothing to talk about,"

"Really? You could just stand in a dark corner and he'd find a way to praise you for it," Jinx crosses her arms, looking down on him. Viktor opens his mouth to respond before shutting it, he knows that it's the truth because he's practically done it before, giving a speech and then afterwards telling Viktor how helpful it was to have him there as support.

He did nothing the entire time, just watched.

"See! You're not even arguing!"

"Jinx this is due tomorrow we have to get this done-"

"Eh, I'll finish it later," she shrugs it off without a second thought -- typical -- and instead sits on the floor looking up at him smugly. "Anyways let's focus on the main point," she emphasizes.

"There is nothing between us-"

"And my name's Powder," Jinx hisses in retaliation.

Viktor looks at her and narrows his eyes. He might regret what he's going to say next but fuck it. It's nothing that she's not used to by this point.

"Technically it is-" he barely finishes his words before he's tugged down to the floor aggressively with no concern about his leg at all and jinx pointing one of her brightly colored nails in his face.

"Watch it legs,"

Viktor scoffs at the remark. Nothing they haven't said to each other before. She lets him go and he adjusts his seating to something more comfortable.

"You owe me now. Spill, do you find Mr. Golden Boy attractive, and if so why the hell are your standards so low?" It sounds more like a statement than anything. "Because he's attracted to you and at this point I'm gonna start making bets about when the two of you are gonna end up together-"

"That's never going to happen," Viktor says, a little too quickly, but he sees Jinx's confused face and decides that he should give her an answer. "I'm pretty sure that he likes Mel,"

"Mel!?" Jinx half shouts, there's a look in her eyes that makes Viktor regret everything. He just hopes that Mel can survive the constant teasing from Jinx, then again, she is strong. "The one in the debate club? The one on the student council?" She scoffs and this time flicks her hair out of her face. "She is way out of his league,"

Viktor looks at her in disbelief before-- wait.

"Did you just imply that I’m easy?” Viktor stares at her before Jinx shakes her head.

“I just asked you why your standards were so low earlier idiot,” She leans on her hands, placing them behind her back. “I- quit changing the subject!” She hissed leaning forward and slamming her hands down on the floor dramatically.

Viktor sighs and looks away trying to find an excuse when one came to him (and rather conveniently), his phone rang. He picked it up seeing Jayce’s contact, something that Jinx sensed and instantly began trying to grab the phone afterwards. Luckily though he picked up before she could hang up and continue their little session or whatever that was.

“Viktor! I’m so glad that you picked up! I was wondering if you could meet up right now possibly, I have this really cool new idea and I kinda need your help with it,” Jayce spits out rather quickly.

Viktor looks over to Jinx who’s looking over to their project (which she stopped doing) as if it was a reason to get him to stay with her. It’s safe to say that he wasn’t convinced.

“Yeah, I’ll be right over,”

“Yes! Thank you Viktor,”

“Of course, just send me the address,” Viktor hangs up, getting a rather annoyed look from Jinx. “What? He needs my help.” Viktor shrugs as if he wasn’t looking for an excuse to avoid their earlier conversation.

“Uh uh, whatever, I’m finishing it I guess?” she asks, pointing over to it. Viktor nods rushing out the door.

“Thanks!” He calls out.

“No problem, just tell me if anything spicy happens-”

“Nevermind,”

He hears her laughter on the way out the door.

[roz-ani]

With all due f-ing respect, Jayce, VIKTOR WAS DYING? WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING POLITICS?

Like, what I'm trying to do is understand Jayce's point. I don't have or don't know anyone with terminal illness, so I'm aware of the fact I simply do not fully comprehend it. I get the leg part (although I don't think we've ever seen Viktor speaking about it, I believe his character design and, obviously, the boat scene do support this line). It's like when people say: "Why have disabled people in a world where magic exists?". And I understand that a terminal illness could be treated the same way, yet there's still something that icks me about this...

Yes, it was admirable that Viktor didn't give up, but he was prompted by fear and desperation to save himself. To help other people as well, sure, to continue his research and create his own legacy, something to leave behind. And this fear mixed with ambition is what corrupted his dream. It was Viktor's life's mission to help others, and it tuned into an obsession. I kinda think that we didn't explore this enough, and that's why I don't fully see it as part of his character. I know it is, but I wish it was fleshed out a bit more. Also, it would've been nice to see Jayce actually looking up to Viktor, not just supporting and appreciating him as his partner.

Viktor was willing to sacrifice so much to fix what he thought was broken, whether it was something about him or other people. Well, from his perspective, he was indeed helping people as the Herald. Like removing the effects of Shimmer? He refused to sacrifice Vander, so his motives were pure. It's just that his powers happened to be corrupted in the end, and his solution was only an illusion.

And maybe that's the point. That there is no way and no need to get rid of some things. That there's no miraculous way to "fix" them, because they don't mean you're broken, they're not weaknesses. So maybe this is the point, that you accept them. That you accept the pain and the struggle Viktor called pointless. But we did see people suffer, there was indeed a great need to help those living in the undercity. So is the conclusion just the fact that hextech was a bad approach? Was Viktor supposed to accept his fate? Were the characters supposed to look for a different solution? If Viktor had approached his fate differently, if he hadn't seen himself as broken, none of this would've happened... But I don't think we've seen enough of Viktor's negative perception of himself to be his main drive.

I don't know. There's something inside me that just doesn't fully agree with all that. I'd have to read about how Arcane handles disabilities, especially when it comes to season 2. I feel like I understand this to a certain point, but then I lose it...

[iztarshi]

Viktor observations (S2, Act 1)

Viktor’s not in this scene, but when Mel says her mother is making a play for hextech Jayce responds, while looking at the gauntlets and hammer, “I promised Viktor, never again”. Which. First, Jayce should stop making promises to Viktor, he’s clearly terrible at keeping them. Second, Jayce clearly did confess to what he’d done during the conversation where he and Viktor were planning peace with Silco. And Viktor has not yet confessed to Sky’s death (although Jayce’s actions were far more relevant to their political play.)

*

Jayce really left Mel trying to protect him from being asked for hextech weapons while he made them for Caitlyn behind her back. On the one hand this has no place in a Viktor analysis, on the other it does because why is Jayce so fucking bad at keeping people in the loop? He makes all his decisions on the spur of the moment and no one except the person right in front of him when he makes them gets a say.

Being Jayce’s partner for seven years sounds extremely frustrating. Viktor never really wanted to be involved in the non-technical aspects of hextech but in some ways that makes it worse. There’s a dynamic there that encourages Viktor to accept Jayce making decisions and promises without him because otherwise he’d have to interact with their sponsors.

*

The first time I saw the scene where Viktor wakes up, rather than thinking his ability to either feel or show emotions was being impacted by the Arcane, I thought he was in shock. I’m still not sure he isn’t, in addition to anything else. After receiving a terminal diagnosis, accidentally killing Sky, trying to kill himself, being killed by a missile, and being brought back to life in about a week it would be extremely understandable.

The first thing he does is pick up his crutch. That’s been habit for most of his life - although he does also seem to be having a little difficulty walking. Both his feet are turning in slightly, rather than his bad leg turning all the way in, but he’s still not walking easily.

Viktor is so hard to read as the Herald. His body language has always shut down more when he’s uncomfortable, but now it’s almost entirely obscured by how awkward he seems to find existing in this body. His voice has always been fairly level, too. But his face always gave him away before, and now he barely has an expression. His eyes haven’t just changed colour, they’ve lost their watchfulness. You could almost always see what Viktor was thinking about because his gaze followed things or people, puzzling them out, but now he just looks vague.

You know what? It’s interesting that Viktor’s new empathic abilities don’t kick in here and definitely comes across as the hexcore using him. If he’d immediately understood Jayce’s pain and Jayce’s reasons he would have fallen into them the way he does almost everyone else’s, but the hexcore wants him separate from Jayce. It wants to isolate him. (And even though Viktor’s first two brushes with the Arcane are, pragmatically, caused by spilling blood I think it’s relevant that the vision of how to build the hexcore comes the first time Jayce ignores him to focus on council business and the communion with the hexcore comes when he’s struggling with a problem alone while Jayce is at a concert.) It feels like the Arcane actively going after someone who is both socially isolated and bad at being alone.

I never thought Sky was the real thing, she’s too calm, even from the beginning, but I did think she was a hallucination rather than… well she is a hallucination, but according to World of God a hexcore induced one rather than just Viktor imagining her. The hexcore using her form makes it another form of manipulation, rather than Viktor’s guilt.

Viktor is very much set up to see his choices as her or Jayce, which serves the purpose of both pulling him away from Jayce (trying to pursue Sky’s dreams with Jayce is not an option he’s given) and making it easier for him to leave Jayce because it doesn’t look like he’ll be alone. He’ll have Sky. And also he feels like he owes Sky while, if anything, Jayce owes him for two very obviously broken promises (the weapon blueprints are right there).

“Our paths diverged long ago. It was… affection that held us together.”

My first impulse here was to laugh at Viktor a bit for being dramatic, because it’s been barely more than a week since we could see them getting along fine and pursuing the same goals, putting together their showcase for Heimerdinger on Progress Day. I can believe it felt longer for him since it’s been a really dreadful week, but even so.

Then, I considered. In a lot of ways Viktor has got less out of hextech than Jayce has. For one thing the magic aspects were Jayce’s dream, but mostly the hexgates are something Jayce is proud of. They’re not the main thing he wanted to do, but they are something he’s happy to have done, he’s brought people together, made travel easier, brought in new ideas. For Viktor they’re not something he can be proud of at all, they’re a compromise he made to build capital for things he then found he’d die before completing. It’s not just that his contribution to them may well be forgotten, they’re not the legacy he wants at all. In a lot of ways, what Viktor got out of hextech was Jayce’s companionship. Affection has held him to this project, because in his mind his ability to help with hextech is the only reason Jayce would have for being friends with him. Which is likely the emotional reason for him leaving now. He’s no longer willing to work with hextech, which means he cannot continue to work with Jayce.

It’s hard to tell whether Viktor is angry or just sad… I think the main impression I get, during the hug, during the argument, everything, is that Viktor is already mentally gone as soon as he emerges. He doesn’t have any desire to talk things out with Jayce or do anything but extract himself with the minimum of pain for both of them. He’s a bit angry with Jayce, a bit sorry for him, he pities him enough to hug him back, but he’s not going to open up.

*

If Jayce hadn’t fallen into the wildrune (by POKING it) then I think him sleeping in the lab would have worked eventually. Viktor’s resolve to stay away seems to have worn off long before Jayce returned.

*

Jinx fixing Sevika’s prosthetic right before the first time Viktor heals someone feels relevant just in that it gives us a balance. The show is not thematically against prosthetics, or people using technology to augment their bodies.

*

Wandering through Zaun wearing nothing but a blanket is definitely the behaviour of someone in shock.

Also kind of parallel to Heimerdinger after he got removed from the council, wandering through Zaun in his little cloak, seeing all the suffering and not even knowing where to start with doing anything about it. No wonder Viktor accepts the Arcane’s guidance when it lays out a trail for him.

I’m not sure whether Viktor’s lack of fear in the face of Huck pointing a knife at him is because the hexcore is messing with his emotions, or because he doesn’t care whether he dies right now. Throwing empathic powers at him when he’s already this messed up feels cruel, he’s susceptible to other people’s suffering already, beaming it directly into his head is too much.

Huck’s bald spot getting healed feels relevant to how far things go later. The conflation of aesthetics with healing and also the inevitably blurred line between what is natural change in a body and what is damage. Is going bald something that needs healing? The body didn’t start out bald, but it didn’t start out adult either, where do you go back to?

Sky smiling at the end is…

Viktor told Jayce once, a long time ago, “Do you think it was my life’s ambition to be an assistant?” but in a way he has been because he can’t imagine what he could do but help others. Hextech was Jayce’s dream and even now Viktor looks to Sky for approval, lets her lead him. For all his confidence when arguing against things, protesting that something is unthinkable, the things he does do are always someone else’s idea.

I do applaud the way that Viktor seems so off from his usual personality with this weird mysticism, with, “you need not suffer any longer,” said as a proclamation, and yet none of it is something Viktor wouldn’t do. Even the mysticism - this is someone who had a vision of a device the Arcane could act through freely instead of being controlled to a specific purpose and immediately built it.

*

We end Act 1 with Viktor, Jayce and Mel all having been dragged into semi-unrelated magic bullshit which will consume them for several months.

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - Draco Veritas pt. 2

the image of Draco, shirtless, unknotting the tie at the waistband of his pajama bottoms, branded itself

just because someone has wavy white-blond hair and sculpted cheekbones this really cute way of sucking on a quill

"You know, this casts your desire to see Draco up against a wall into an entirely new light."

He wanted to play with dice. Ron did not want to play dice. It was a stalemate.

he was so beautiful: all that pale hair fired with sunlight, gray eyes bright

the temper tantrum he had thrown over a bad haircut in sixth year was still a legend. People pointed at the scorch marks on the dungeon wall and spoke of the incident in hushed tones.

"But everyone always told my father what wonderful manners I had."

you think I don't care. You think you can push me and push me and push me and I won't break --"

lifted the veiling silvery lashes slowly up over his smoke-colored eyes

for Draco, an oversight as serious as if he'd gone out with no trousers on

But she couldn't. She loved him, she thought,

the best-looking boy in school, who was also rich, who was also popular, who was also captain.

She had decided to love him, because he had saved her, because he was beautiful

had pinched Draco in a very inappropriate place on her way down the hall

Hermione believed him. No one would lie to Draco in the state he was in.

"I put the flames out," said Draco, to whom recollection was returning in rather lurid fragments.

"With a rain of blood,"

"Then all those snakes burst out of the wall. Although they didn't get the attention they deserved, I fear, since everyone was kind of distracted by the wailing chorus of the damned

Draco was more substantial, muscle curving over bones, stomach flat, she could feel every inch of him as he slid down. He rolled casually off her and sprawled on the floor, legs apart

"No. I'm just getting started. I'm considering it as a career. Whining for England."

If I'd dropped it into my lap we'd have a national tragedy on our hands."

the small fat man who had once been his pet rat

the narrow line of pale gold that ran from his navel

sometimes when Draco worked up one of his really blinding smiles, even Ron would look dazzled momentarily

because everyone would be looking at Draco Malfoy anyway

Did you know Malfoys are forbidden on pain of death from wearing powder blue?"

Draco Thomas Hephaestus St. John Vivian Augustus Malfoy, III, Esq.

"Is it true?"

"Yes," Blaise said. "I have seen Draco naked on a number of occasions."

Draco had subsided into a full-on sulk. "You are tired of me," he declared.

he walks like a duck! I never walk like a duck. I prowl, I strut, I slither, I glide -"

'BE QUIET.

if he actually knew where he was going, or if it was merely that the sight of expensive things relaxed him.

Ron took the opportunity to open his robe and do a brief and disrespectful naked dance.

a willowy blond aristocrat with languid eyes and a voice that sounded like Galleons

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe," Draco said.

"With what, exactly?"

"I'm not sure," Draco admitted. "I thought it would be more effective if I kept it vague."

her eyes sparkling. "Draco!"

she shrieked. "Draco, mon petit! I have missed you so very very much!"

they'll all want to be on a team."

"You're on a team," Hermione said darkly

spoil the line of your trousers." He examined his nails. "I usually wear nothing under my Quidditch cords."

his jumper rode up as he raised his arms, showing the bare skin of his flat stomach.

flung her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him on both cheeks. Fleur's Draco-favoritism was so extreme as to be almost funny.

"Send them back where they came from," Viktor snapped.

"It's on fire where we came from," Draco pointed out.

"True," Draco said. "I've been withholding sexual favors from him for years and look how angry he is at me."

"He has a girlfriend?"

I can't believe this, Ron thought. I've been kidnapped by the forces of evil and everyone is still discussing bloody Draco Malfoy's bloody sex life

"Hurt you?" she said. "You have, I think, been hurt enough." she whispered against his cheek, and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm not scandalized. It's just - you look good."

"Well, that's hardly headline news."

"I'm NOT jealous," Hermione snapped. "I just don't like the idea of her seeing you naked."

"Neither was I," she said. "I guess you're right. I am like you."

limited to 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'Hey, cute thing, can I buy you a beer?'

"was he hung about with crucifixes?"

"He was hung about with the Malfoy boy,"

"Don't sell yourself short, Potter," Draco said. "I'm sure someone with your obvious talent for imbecilic misjudgments will be making even bigger, better mistakes in future."

"I had a pet bird. It died. My father killed it, actually. I ran away from the Manor. My father sent the hellhounds to drag me back"

the wreck of his clothes, the ruin of his beautiful hands.

"What gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Draco snarled.

"I love you," Harry said. "That's what."

Soon there would be nothing standing between himself and the poison but his own failing strength.

"Oh, no," Harry exclaimed, aghast.

Draco was scarlet with the effort of not laughing.

that the one person in the whole fucking world that you can't do without, can do just fine without you?"

I told you I couldn't stand to leave you, that it was the greatest punishment I could imagine for myself

[runes-menagerie]

Even though Sky now had a better idea of which thoughts and feelings were hers as opposed to Viktor's she still thought that she was just sensing her own affection and love rather than anything from him. Well, she maybe believed some of the affection was since. Or at least she hoped it was.

"Yes, it's one of the older buildings so it's not as popular and not many people live there. I think the Academy actually rents some of the apartments for storage since so many of them are vacant most of the time. The rent is low for the area and there are no major problems with the building so it's not a bad place to live." Sky explained a touch sheepishly.

Even now she wasn't all that well off. She was doing better than as a child of course but she still had to carefully budget her funds. Becoming part of the HexTech project had helped since it paid better than most assistant positions. She was comfortable in the little home she had built for herself in Piltover. She didn't want a grand manor, she wouldn't know what to do with it. She was happy with her modest apartment.

As they walked she did what she could to help him, things like making sure his augmented leg was always stable for him and could take his weight so he wouldn't fall. When they got to the building she was glad he chose the elevator and since she was expecting the little jolts and lurches she had her energy ready to support and cushion the impacts.

If she could have blushed in this state then her face would have been bright red at his reaction to her living room. Fortunately she was distracted from her embarrassment by the fact that she could actually sense her plants, could feel that they were still healthy so it couldn't have been that long since that night.

"Yes. I've been trying to find a way for them to grow in area that need it that the Council will actually approve." Sky answered with a hint of frustration although it wasn't directed at him, merely at those in charge who tended to overlook her ideas and findings because they only really helped those in the Lanes.

"I've been drying and grinding up the ones that are meant to be ingested, they're stored in cannisters in the kitchen." She add, trying to change the topic back to helping him. "Everything is labeled although we'll have to make a custom blend since I didn't know your exact symptoms and prognosis."

Viktor felt the oddest sensation as he put the Hexcore into the satchel. It was a projection of her aesthesis, oddly distant and yet closely present at the same time. She must have appreciated his careful handling, because he sensed a heavy wave of affection brush up against his psyche. A blush grew across his cheeks, vibrant against his pale skin. As much as he tried to quell the flutter in his chest, the feeling of love was there, dancing in the forefront of his mind.

Thankfully, the memories of Rio proved to be distracting. Of course, it wasn't the kind of distraction he wanted -- he hated being reminded of her mortality and how it mirrored his own fate -- but it was something to keep his mind off of feelings that were entirely inappropriate for the situation at hand.

Her directions couldn't have been more welcome. He focused entirely on her, forcing away any memories still clinging to his mind. "The blue building? I didn't know that was an apartment," he mused. It was a nice enough looking building, he supposed. He just assumed it had been storage for the Academy.

The walk to the apartments was taxing, but not impossible. Viktor walked slower than most people would have, and was overtaken several times by students and guards alike. No one noticed him, as was often the case. Most people at the Academy hardly knew he existed, for how much of a recluse he had become. Jayce had always told him to get out more, but to him it always seemed like a waste. It was either a chance to be treated as a novelty or a charity case.

Approaching the building, Viktor tried to pass by as casually as possible. He tried to act like he belonged there, and managed to pass by any other soul with little acknowledgment. He looked between his options. A rickety old elevator or a set of stairs. Both were unappealing, but the elevator seemed more tempting. He heard from Sky which key to use, and unlocked the elevator, riding it to the second floor. It jerked once or twice as it lifted, jostling Viktor into gripping his crutch with white knuckles.

He went down the hall toward the doorway marked with a '3'. Using the key specified by her instructions, he unlatched the lock and opened the door, only to be immediately met with the sight of lush greenery and the scent of fresh foliage. His eyes went wide, taking in the sight through the open door. He did a quick look to either side to make sure no one was watching, then walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"This is incredible, Sky..." he said under his breath. Stepping through the front room, he began to look at the labels of the plants. "... I remember you mentioning these in your notes. This one..." He ran his fingers along the underside of a fern's frond. "What is this one for? Clearing toxins from the air?"

[cyan-skulls-writing]

Arcane Characters + Washing Each Others’ Hair

sfw go nuts

With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel

gender/body neutral, I tried to write this race neutral, please let me know if there’s anything funky in here

It’s hard to get Viktor to relax. He’s always working, always trying to improve in the name of progress, you worry for him. That’s why you’ve dragged him into the tub, back and leg brace removed, work set aside for an hour or so as you lovingly wash each others’ hair. He has very talented hands, his long fingers massage your scalp perfectly.

“I will admit I, eh, should probably work less. If this is what I get for taking a break, I certainly could be convinced to rest more…”

Jayce is actually the one who arranges the bath. He feels bad for being gone all the time, between the Hextech and his position on the Council he doesn’t spend very much time with you. You knew that going into this relationship, but he still feels bad. When you come home with groceries that night, he has you leave them on the counter and takes you into the bath. This is as much relaxation as apology, for him.

“Do you like this shampoo? I thought you would, it smells good, right? Here, lean your head back for me.”

You and Silco do this on mutual bad days. When you’ve had a frustrating day running Zaun and dealing drugs, you collapse into the tub together to wash the day away. He spends a long time rubbing in the shampoo, enjoying the feeling of your hair under his fingers. He acts with surprising tenderness, this is one of the few times he can fully relax and be vulnerable with you.

“Here, come here. Just… sit with me for a while. I trust you won’t try to drown me?”

Vander is sort of too big for your tub, and you certainly don’t fit well in it together, so you have to sit in his lap, because he wants to bathe with you and wash your hair and he will not hear otherwise. It’s a nice break format he kids, at least. For some reason, he loves washing your hair but is shy about you reciprocating, he has trouble accepting care form others.

“Ah, darl, you don’t have to— ah, that is nice. No, no, you can. Ha, thank you, bird.”

Ekko doesn’t wash his hair often, although you often care for his locs; if he ever takes them out for a bit he always asks for your help with detoxing, washing and restyling his hair. Of course he loves to help in your hair care too, it’s a little ritual for you two. But these moments, sitting in a hot bath with his hair loose, just enjoying the closeness are very special.

“Thanks for helping me with this, honey. You feel like helping me put the braids in? Later, though, I’m comfortable.”

You often forget how much fucking hair Jinx actually has. It’s always braided, so you forget that it actually reaches the floor when it’s loose. It surrounds you in the bath, floating around you like a blue cloud. It’s a bit of an ordeal washing it, so she greatly appreciates your help with it. She’ll wash your hair while you’re working on hers, she likes to scratch your scalp.

“You’re so sweet to me, trinket. Do you think we need more bubbles? I say we do.”

Vi is unused to having the luxury of a bath over a quick shower, so she finds this all very luxurious. Even if it’s just a tub full of hot water and some soap, having the time to spend with you, exchanging tender touches, she isn’t used to this. She may or may not fall asleep in the bath while you’re washing her hair, if she’s had a busy day.

“Hm? Ah, shit, sorry cupcake. Didn’t mean to pass out on you. Eugh, I’m all pruny. Let’s go cuddle somewhere drier.”

You and Caitlyn do this every night, as a sort of ritual. You’ll come home from your respective jobs stressed and tired, but you always have time for a hot bath. It’s how you unwind, spending time together, washing each other’s hair, chatting about your days, it’s a very calming part of your day. It helps you both to separate work form home— and cuddle, of course.

“How was your day, love? Ah, that does sound annoying, I’m sorry. Well, we’re here now, right?”

Sevika doesn’t actually like baths that much, they mess with her arm and she gets impatient just sitting around. She’d rather have a quick shower and cuddle you in bed, but she can appreciate the hot water on her sore muscles and your hands running through her hair. She will playfully noogie you when she washes yours, though, expect no mercy from her.

“What? You asked me to wash your hair! Hey, don’t take that tone with me, mouse. I’ll start splashing.”

Mel goes all out for when you bathe together. It’s a whole event, rose petals, bath salts, candles, fancy soaps, wine, the whole nine yards. She has a super intense hair care routine to keep her curls Immaculate and she greatly enjoys when you help her with it. She likes to read to you while you put in all her hair oils and leave-in-conditioners after you’re out of the bath.

“How’s the wine darling? Good? I’m glad. Yes, I thought after the week we’ve had we deserve a little reward, yes?”

[goddessofroyalty]

Take some more ‘Silco trying to convince Claggor out of him’ Zaun Family stuff. There’s still more in the notebooks I just haven’t typed it up yet. 

This is just some Silco and Viktor bonding. 

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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“Dam what are you doing?” Viktor asks, because his Dam is lying on a pile of pillows in his nest on his tummy in a position Viktor hasn’t ever seen him in before. His head down and butt raised.  

If you ask Viktor it doesn’t look comfy especially with his brother still in Dam’s tummy.  

“Viktor?” Silco asks, twisting his head around to look at Viktor from around his big tummy before twisting back around to rest his head on the pillow again. “I’m trying to encourage your brother out of me.”  

“Oh.” That made a little sense, although Viktor didn’t see how this was going to do anything. “Is it working?”  

“Probably not.”  

“Then why are you doing it?” Viktor asks, walking over to be around where his Dam’s face is.

Dam twists his head on the pillow and reaches out to play with Viktor’s hair.  

“My only other option is to accept that your bother is never going to come out,” Silco says.  

“Dad says its too comfortable in there for him,” Viktor says earning him a little smile from his Dam.  

“I’m trying to make it less comfortable for him,” Silco says. “He seems unmoved despite my efforts.”

“How long are you going to be here?”  

“Half an hour at least,” Dam says, pulling his arm back to tuck under himself,  

“Can I stay with you then?” Viktor will leave if Dam wants him to but he likes spending time with his Dam. Has loved how the pregnancy has meant that Dam is spending more time with him and not off doing business.  

“I don’t see why not.”  

Viktor nods and pulls himself onto the bed to sit next to Dam on the bed with his back against the headboard.  

It feels odd looking down at Dam like that and kind of silly as Dam idly sways like he’s uncomfortable.  

“Do you hate being pregnant?”  

“What?” Dam asks, his head shooting up.  

“You seem unhappy about it.” Viktor doesn’t think he has heard Dam saying anything nice about being pregnant, only bad things.  

Dam sighs at it, bracing himself on his arms and rolling over so one of his legs is resting on the pillow pile and he can face Viktor better.  

“I thought you needed to stay like that.” To help get his sibling out.  

“This one is just as good,” Dam says, reaching out to cup Viktor’s face. “And I don’t hate being pregnant. It is painfully uncomfortable and I am desperately in need of a drink or a smoke. But I don’t hate it. I like knowing your sibling is safe inside me and growing healthily and it is nice that your dad will do anything I ask without turning it into an argument first. Plus, I am the one that brought you into this world. You are worth enduring some suffering for. Your sibling will be the same I’m sure. Once they finally decide to come out of me.”  

“I can’t wait to meet them.” It’s been months of Viktor only able to talk to his new sibling through Dam’s stomach. He doesn’t even know what they look like – Dam keeps saying they will take after Dad but everyone else says that they won’t know until his younger sibling is born.  

“Any day now,” Dam says like it’s a joke. Because it’s a bit of a joke now, Viktor having been hearing that his younger sibling will be here any day now for weeks now.  

Viktor doesn’t know what to say so he just adjusts to lie next to Dam. Nuzzling into him as Dam wraps an arm around him to hold him close.  

[honeypirate]

If I may request something, can i get some kissing headcannons with Viktor, Hinawa and Vulcan? 👉👈 Please and Thank you!!

I don’t think I do headcanons right 😂 I always do these and then just wing it lmao hope you like it!

I was thinking maybe writing this as how you first kissed them all, because I love that lead up moment,.... but instead I went with the kinds of kisses these men would like.

Headcanons of kisses I think they would like!

Viktor -

This man.

I feel like he loves to kiss your temple.

If he is sitting by you at dinner he’ll give you a soft peck there, loving the way it would make your cheeks flush.

Or he’d kiss your temple as he pulls you into a hug, his lanky arms comforting and warm as they hold you close.

and the inside of your wrist!

When he’s laying between your legs, his head on your chest.

He’d bring your wrist to his lips, his lips feathering across your skin. It makes him feel soft, safe, to be be holding each other like that.

And omg he loves to guess your lipgloss or chapstick flavor.

Loves to pretend he doesn’t know what it is and go back for seconds or thirds before he properly guesses.

Loves the soft feeling that lingers on his lips even after you part.

Loves buying you special new flavors.

And he loves to just pull you in close and cup your cheeks, softly brushing his lips across yours to feel how soft your lips on on his.

Hinawa-

Secret kisses.

He’s not one for PDA at work but only when others are around.

It’s led to you both playing a sort of game where you see who can kiss who last.

So far you’re winning with the last kiss being to his jaw right before Obi came into his office.

Unseen and with Hinawa being unable to get you back.

Now all you have to do is make it to the end of the work day without him getting a kiss back and then you’ll win.

You’ll win for the first time since this game started months ago.

“Does my kitten think they won?” His voice low by your ear sends goosebumps down your spine as you hold in a moan.

You turn around and smile up at him, watching his movements so you could dodge if you needed to “so far I am winning, with only what? Ten minutes left in the work day?” you say with a smirk

before he can get a kiss in you’re dropping to a crouch, spinning underneath his arm and popping into the next room where you knew Arthur and Shinra were.

“Tsk tsk” he clicked with his tongue behind you, grabbing your hand and pulling you back through the doorway into the empty hall.

“Not so fast kitten” he whispers in your ear and you groan, no way to get out of this one “I was so close this time” you whisper as he begins to pepper soft kisses across your neck

“maybe next time” he mumbles into your skin and you sigh, running your fingers through the hair that’s sticking out the side of his hat.

“although I can’t really complain, losing isn’t really all that bad if I do say so myself. You wouldn’t know tho, since you always win. Too bad for you” you chuckle softly

And his grip tightens on your waist “is that so? I’ll just take your word for it” he pulls back then and bops your nose before he steps away, sounds of footsteps coming down the hall

“that’s another win for me” he smirks and you roll your eyes “just wait until we get back to our room, I’ve got a special trick up my sleeve” you whisper into his ear and then quickly press forward, placing your lips softly against his neck underneath his ear.

You giggle at the strangled moan that comes from his throat, your words making his skin tingle before you step away just as Maki appears around the corner. You look down at your watch “just barely made it” you hold it up so he watches the hands move the last few seconds.

I can also see him liking to get tastes of things from your lips.

“you need to try the icecream it’s my favorite” you take a big lick and then he’s leans down closer

“if you insist” and he kisses you, his tongue sweeping yours slowly before he pulls back “it’s delicious” he’d say, failing to hide the soft smile on his lips

Oh and when he walks up to you and cups your cheek softly as you smile up at him, watching your cheeks flush as he moves his hand down to your chin to pull it up as he leans down to kiss you, makes his heart race the way you light up and how relaxed you are in his hand.

Vulcan-

He loves the little kisses that can make any moment special, but not necessarily sexy.

Romantic and sweet.

He loves to kiss your nose, every time you part it’s his way of saying goodbye.

He loves when he crawls into bed with you after a really hard day and you rub your nose against his softly with your eyes closed.

he’d sometimes bring his face close to yours with a small smile, waiting for you.

You’d smile and bring your face close, brushing his nose with yours before kissing his lips softly.

Just whenever he needed a little bit of affection he’d place his face close to yours and you’d know.

He feels so secure with those small acts of your love.

And when you get excited and jump into his arms and kiss his face quickly all over while he laughs, he loves that too.

And when you kiss his palm after he cups your cheek.

Once when you hand your head in his lap as you watched a film you pressed your lips to his Jean clad knee and he thought it was so soft, his heart melted right then.

And once you kissed the knuckle of each of his fingers after he spent all day building machines, they ached and burned and your kisses soothed them somehow.

He believes your kisses are pure magic