#and viktor magic hair... talis

[technically-human]

Jayvik is funny

(Behold, hex-comedy)

[beartes22]

Season 2 Jayce with season 1 Viktor this, beard Jayce with young Viktor that….fools, all of you. I raise you, season 2 arc 2 Viktor and season 1 Jayce.

[simp-ly-writes]

Are You Mine?

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.3)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: No matter how hard you try, your body, your mind, heart, and it seems that every other person you meet all agree on one thing, you and Jayce.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, light angst, fluff, touch as a love language, jealous! and protective!Jayce (no seriously), HIGHLY suggestive themes, kissing, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce.

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─ · · A/N: I'm just obsessed with these two... and I hope you guys are as well ;)

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─ · · Pulling your white lab coat over your dress and zipping up your boots, you locked your door and made your way to the laboratory- excited to take your mind away from silk and ties to formulas and equations.

─ · · You smiled softly, greeting everyone in the halls as they each waved and said their "good afternoons!" You were always shocked by the kindness of everyone and their ability to recognize you even when you did everything in your power to stay tucked away where you were comfortable (yet Jayce always had a secret power of teasing you out and into the public's eye)

─ · · But just as you were to step into the elevator and swipe your card, a dozen voices called out to you, an older student guide running after them, their parents staggering behind as your shoulders tensed before you turned around. "Miss (name)! Miss (name)!," they all begged and cheered once seeing your face. You smiled softly, "Good afternoon everyone" you greeted as they all came running, wide eyes and smiles.

It was a new potential batch of scholars that were visiting the school for the afternoon, you shook your head forgetting what day it was today as you shook each of their hands, their guide, a younger peer of yours in the biology wing winced, apologizing. "Miss (name) is a very important and highly influential public figure that you all appear to know... and they are also on a strict schedule-"

"Can we just ask a few questions?" "yes, can we please?" the students beg and you see some of the parents begging as well as the guide who looks over to you with equal pleading eyes. You sigh, "Only a couple, I have a meeting with the Councillor soon," you explain as they ooh and ahh. You tuck your books close to your chest, trying to hide the shaking in your hands.

"Whats it like working with Councillor Talis?" you giggle at the question, shaking your head, letting your hair cover your face. "I have worked with the Councillor for nearly a decade now and I can say that he is a brilliant man that puts the care of others before himself, and I am here to make sure someone is there to ensure he can work in prime condition." The student thanks you, taking a step back as a another steps forwards.

"I really love your dress, where did you get it?" you look up with a small smile watching as the student hangs on to your every word, "A friend made it or well got it made for me on my work-anniversary," you explain.

"Whats your favourite part of your job?" You hmm, thinking or your answer as you shuffle the books in your arm. "I really enjoy being able to listen to Councillor Talis's and Mr. Viktor's ideas and plans as they work them out piece by piece- getting a touch of their genius is nothing short of pure magic." They take a step back as you look at your watch, one more question...

"Mrs. Talis, I must say that-" you can hear a few of the students gasp and giggle as you go bright red and stare at your shoes before clearing your throat, "I'm afraid I'm not his mother, that is a special role for Miss. Ximena, Leader of House of Talis," you explain as the parent apologizes, going to pick up your hand yet you take a step away, picking up your head, "I'm afraid I must take my leave, please, enjoy the rest of your tour." You swiftly stand back inside the elevator, watching as the doors close in front of your face yet catching parts of the leftover conversation.

"I mean I thought that they were together?"

"Dad you're so embarrassing! Ugh, just because a pretty and smart lady is beside a man does not mean that they're together!"

"Well, son, every time I see that man looking at that woman like she hung all the stars in his sky..." This has to stop, you told yourself.

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─ · · You were surprised to see just Viktor in the laboratory today, but you were overwhelmingly thankful for it as you took your safety equipment from off the rack and walked over to stand behind Viktor who was currently holding a piece of chalk to his chin in contemplation

"I'm not one to miss others, but a morning without your coffee was nothing short of a funeral," you snorted, "Aww, I didn't know you would miss me so much Viktor. I promise to stay with you every moment of the day," you tease to hear a scoff.

"Please don't. I don't need another earful from Jayce," your eyebrows shoot up as you pour and mix Viktor's coffee before handing it to him and pick up a piece of chalk, silently fixing a missing digit as he curses underneath his breath. "Jayce already came in?" you question, taking a look at your watch again.

"Yes, just left with Mel," you hum, tapping your foot as you look over the final answer before moving up the latter and fix another portion. "Thats it?" Viktor comments, taking a sip of his coffee, doing his best to hide his pleased reaction as you look over your shoulder before sliding with the latter over to the other side. "Whats it?" you retort.

"I mean, you and Jayce are the same entity... I was surprised to... not have you this morning," Viktor explains, sitting down to rest his leg, watching as you work and fix his diagram. "No, that was correct," he comments- "Its a .5" you say back before sharing rolled-eyes.

"If you want to say you missed me, Viktor in your own little ways, it's okay, I already understood the first message and I have missed you too," you don't turn around while speaking, drawing the hexcore from memory at this point.

"That was not my, 'message,'" Viktor says in a monotone voice, "I was saying that Mels presence... is to be a one time occurrence, yes?" You laugh, stepping down before rolling your chair over to sit beside Viktor, opening up one of your journals with last weeks trial information. "I didn't know you to be so outspokenly political, Viktor," you tease- not quite touching again on what Viktor was trying to say.

His brow furrows, sharp lines coating over his features in annoyance. "And here I thought you to be smart-" you lightly slap his arm, "Viktor!"

"What I'm trying to say is that I much prefer having you and Jayce." You let the words linger in the room and swim in your head before speaking up, "Well, you would be of the few wanting that, not even myself," you stand, passing the papers over before heading back towards the doors. "I will be back to write down the final findings of today, do remember to eat the lunch I placed in the fridge," Viktor nods waiting for the door to be closed before sighing, Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.

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─ · · You knock before entering Jayce's office, confused as to why you do not see him there. You take a minute, sitting in front of his desk, waiting and watching as the minutes tick over... Now that you think about it, you didn't see him since leaving him in the hallway that night...

─ · · You check the library, check the lab again to see Viktor stumble awake and act like he was working the whole time, you roll your eyes, yelling at him to eat before closing the door again. You even walk towards the councillor room, nobody bats an eyelash watching you go around into these spaces as you scurry your way out of another empty room.

─ · · The day was almost nearing finished now and you needed to go over what Jayce would be doing and showing for his years Progress Day. And with little locations left, you took off towards the House of Talis in search of the Man of Progress

─ · · The guard smiled at you, a white glove welcoming you inside as you cleaned off the bottom of your boots and walked down the hall. You smile remebering the first time you came into this home when you first started working for Jayce. How it was just his mother to fill the space, you were thankful that Jayce had hired people to help her around the home- provide her company as you and Jayce had become more and more busy.

─ · · "Councillor Talis?" you called out, listening to how your words echoed in the empty space before being received by not the Talis you were looking for but Ximena.

"Hello dear," she greets you, arms wrapping you up into a hug as she pressing a kiss on to your cheek. You flush, mouth opening and closing before squeezing out a small "hello" back to her chuckle.

"As timid as the first time, I did hope that Jayce would get you to come out of your shell more. Please, our home is your home, be comfortable, would you like some tea or coffee maybe?" Mrs. Talis asks, still holding your hand as she leads you into a sitting room. Tall windows invite the setting sun to flood the space in warmth.

Now that you are sitting, you can truly take in the whole feeling of the plush furnishings and various pictures of a younger Jayce upon the walls. You smile at the woman before you, "A tea would be wonderful, can I help-"

"No! no- you do enough already, dear. Please, allow me," you feel immensely bad, a noble woman pouring your own tea? You could feel your own mother rolling in her grave- screaming at you. Picking at the small jewellery you wear you jump as a cup is being presented in front of your face.

"Now, tell me. How is my boy Jayce doing?" She asks with hopeful eyes looking into your own. You tilt your head, hand brushing behind your neck that causes the woman to smile even larger, "Umm, I was hoping that you would know where your son is actually. I have spent the day looking for him," you explain. Her smile drops and all you can feel is guilt.

"I'm sure he's okay! I mean I've watched him train-" you think back to him shirtless, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at you, "a-and he can defend himself! he always has staff and the guard around to help and-" you start to rattle off answers before becoming shushed by the wave of a hand as you fold your hands in your lap. "I must tell that boy off, you poor thing, you shouldn't have to be running after him," she shakes her head, apologizing to you instead as she calls a staff member over, whispering something into their ear as they both stare at you and the staff leaves.

"I must say, dear. You looked stunning in that gown last night, I loved seeing all the pictures of you and Jayce together," you place on a tight smile nodding your head along to her words as you sweat, remembering how you ripped into her "dear Jayce" last night. Now that you think about it... you hope the collar to your shirt is high enough from last night, shit, so thats what people have been staring at... Somehow Ximena Talis catches your thoughts as she laughs, "It's alright dear," your cheeks warm, "I'm thankful that my son has chosen someone like you," she clarifies and you feel sick, "someone of clear morals, intelligent and kind. The true definition of beauty."

But before you can explain that you and her son were not in fact together, the doors open once more and a stoic Jayce Talis is accompanied by Mel. You and her share a nod and smile to one another, you feel Jayce's stare as you stand and bow your head slightly. "Good evening, Councillors," you greet.

"None of that now, (name)," Jayce shuns you, walking over and pressing a kiss to his mothers hand. He then moves to you, leaning down, your heart pounding in anticipation yet he stops, standing back upright and clearing his throat as Mel walks back to his side. "There was something that needed to be discussed?" Jayce asks, taking a seat as Mel sits on the arm of his chair, I remember doing that in his office- you close your eyes, no, not anymore. Professionals- remember, professionals...

"Yes, Councillor Ta-" Jayce glares- hard at you, daring you to continue your words. "Jayce," you correct yourself with squinted eyes as he nods, leaning away from Mel to focus on you entirely. You watch as his mother leans back, smiling behind her teacup. "I needed to talk with you about your Progress Day preparations and what Viktor and I found from todays tests."

Jayce stares at you for a moment, taking in the small exchange you and Mel shared earlier before he connects two and two together for what happened at the party. But just as he connects that answer, he is left with a dozen new ones. Why push me away now? Why shy away? Do you not understand how much you mean to me? Can't you see this is so much more than just "work"? Why don't you love me? Why... don't you... why? Is it me? Am I the problem? What do I need to do, to change, to get you to see me?

"Mel and I have Progress Day handled already, sweetheart, (name). Now what did you two find?" His smile appears forced, his hands fidgeting as his eyes tip down, watching at how you play with the rings on your fingers. Its like watching two computers talk to one another, Mel cringes, starting to feel out of place as she stands and sits down on another chair, watching you both with curious eyes.

─ · · Jayce looked pained his muscles flexing to keep him sitting in place. His eyes were wide, head nodding along to your every word- transfixed. It was like you had casted some sort of magical spell over the man- desperate to touch even an essence of you. Mel watched as you stuttered once seeing his stare on you, watched your adorable fidgeting and animated explanations, you truly came out of your shell taking about what you were confident in, she was beginning to understand Jayce's words when speaking about you.

"She can explain anything, can find just the right words or know want I need without even looking. Sometimes I swear she even knows I'm thinking about her and when our eyes meet, I feel sick in the best way. She is the perfect woman and I want to... meet whoever get's lucky enough to be with her..."

─ · · Mel, blinks, bringing herself back to the present. "I-I, or well, Viktor and I found that by positions the runes at .5 of a degree southwards inline with the sun results in more power coming from the vessel... we did a small test on one of your hammers, its force is nothing short of incredible,-" you lose yourself, taking a mile a minute as you open up your books and show, it starts to feel just like old times again as Jayce almost falls out of his chair to look more closely at your drawings, nodding along as he flips back and forth between designs.

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─ · · Ximena Talis's small smile is now a full born smirk as she tips her head over to Mel, "they really are perfect for one another, are they not?" she says. Mel does not reply right away, you both were just... working and yet Jayce was so animatic and attentive with you. Pulling your hand from picking at your skin, flipping the page for you as you rattled off statistics before he was not even speaking fluent English, only numbers that you jotted down with ease and precision; keeping up with his every thought.

That once stoic Jayce that she entered the room with was nowhere to be found as he looked just about ready to fall into your lap and have you pet his hair. "They work well together," Mel answers. Not looking at the raised chin she received. "Hm," Zimena scoffs, "I knew she was the one the first time I met her. Jayce refused to orbit anywhere without her in reach. At first I was scared to see my boy jump to confidence so quickly, to put himself out there, but when we sat and had dinner together. I could see why he was pushing himself so hard- it was for her. Always for her even if he chooses to say else wise." Mel looks at Jayce's mother as they both exchange a silent conversation... she never had a chance.

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─ · · You both are breathless, now sitting on the same couch after your discoveries. Jayce looks down at you, at your exposed neck before his heart hammers and burns in his chest like stakes through his heart. He keeps uncovering answers tonight and now he wants them to stop appearing.

You catch his look, moving your hair and not meeting his furrowed brows. You watch a fist form in his lap his hand grip the couch from behind your head. He leans in, uncaring, or well... too caring, as usual as you turn away, exposing the markings again. "I want you to listen to my speech this weekend before the event," Jayce says, a statement rather than a question. You think back on your already planned weekend plans yet all you can see his Jayce's honey eyes staring into your own, drinking you in and leaving you breathless, How could you refuse?

You nod, watching as he smirks before offering a hand, holding it, his thumb rolling over your knuckles in an effort to soothe himself more than you it seems and leads you out towards the door.

But before you can put on your coat and leave, he pulls your arm back, pressing your back against the wood door and your chests together. Your eyes go wide, a small gasp leaving your lips that his eyes flicker down to. He brings a hand up to circle your cheek before resting his forehead against your own, "A night without you, your words, your touch... helped me to remember how much I need you-"

"You have me, Jayce," you say albeit a little breathless and overwhelmed. You pray that Mel and his mother don't come after you both soon, or maybe you did, you didn't know what to think honestly while being enveloped in with warmth.

"No, I," he sighs, "I know that but," Jayce appears frustrated, brining a fist up beside your head before he steps back, gripping his hair. You extend you head, touching his shoulder gently feeling him take breaths. You stand up on your toes, pulling his chin down to look at you, "Jayce, hey, you can tell me anything you know that right? I'm your assistant, I am meant to help you with anything-"

"Help me?" Jayce asks softly, you nod, eyes welling with concern. You hadn't seen him this way not since Viktor had been getting more and more ill... "I need you to kiss me."

You blink, the words not quite reaching your ears as he places his head on your shoulder. "what?" you ask, looking back at the doors you exited form, still closed. "I need you to kiss me."

"Jayce!" you whisper shout, his hair tickling your neck as he grabs your hips, a part of you missing the feeling of his large hands on your body. "Are you alright?" you ask, starting to feel his head for any bumps and body for any bruises. He groans from your touch.

"No. I'm not since you don't understand," his grips tightens as you whimper, "you are mine. You are everything to me. I don't care what anyone else says or thinks, I only think- feel you. I cannot function without having you close, I need to hold you, to-to touch you to even have a chance speaking properly and you ground me more than anyone else could, more than I would allow anyone else to."

You shake in his arms, gripping his shoulders, his words shocking you to your core. "Jayce-I" he can already hear the hesitation in your voice. "Whats holding you, holding us back?" he asks, looking at you again, you know you cannot lie.

"I'm you assistant, Jayce-I-I-" Jayce lets you go and all you can feel is cold without his touch. You cross your arms, shivering in your coat.

"You're fired then, what else I need to do to make you want me, make you need me," Jayce says, you gasp, Jayce is completely serious, his strong arms crossing over his own chest as he stares you down, "and before you go saying you have a boyfriend, I know it was a one-night stand." You roll your eyes at him- wrong choice.

Jayce pulls you outside once hearing the room stir from behind you both. You feel as though it is that night in the hallway again as he walks through the streets, the cool night air kissing your skin as Jayce pulls you away and back to his apartment. "J-Jayce! You're not acting like yourself, please," you beg for what you don't know yet he does nothing to reply not until you both are inside then and suddenly, his mouth is on yours and you can't help but lose the feeling in your legs and fold into his touch.

Jayce grabs your neck, pressing his lips harder against your own as his tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. You pull at his jacket, forgetting yourself, forgetting the setting in this moment before pulling away- gasping for air before Jayce is pulling you back in for another, not giving you time to think. His lips paint over every mark and indent in your skin as if trying to make you forget.

Your breath gets cut off for a second as he licks at your collarbone, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, "Jayce," you moan out his name as he growls kissing you, swallowing your words. You grip at the material of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, you can feel him smile against your skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses up your neck and behind your ear in which he playfully bites.

Jayce's voice is deep, his words short as he whispers them only for you to hear, "I love you." You freeze taking in your first deep breath, your eyes fully open to look into his own, you can see just how scared he is in this moment yet so ready to lose it all just for the chance of being with you. Your heart hammers you can feel his own pounding against your clothes that feel way too hot in this moment.

"I love you too, Jayce," you say, he kisses your cheek. "Say it again," he commands, picking you up by the back of your things. You wrap them around his waist, squealing as your back hits a plush bed. You look up, watching as Jayce removes his shirt. Your lips parted, hair spread out like a Halo behind your head, your legs still parted to leave space for him as he leans down on his forearms, encaging your head.

"I-I love you," you say again, this time a bit more timid than he likes. He rolls his hips into your own as you cry, "Say it again."

"I love you!" you say with a bit more confidence, nails reaching up to feel the muscles of his back. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose, "I love you too."

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─ · · A/N: don't ask I don't know what came over me to write this last section LMAO. So... part 4 anyone, part 4 LOL jk jk... (unless?) 👀

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[jaycetalisisgay]

Jayvik + saying goodbye

viktor leaving jayce, im hurt, please imma cry

It was late on a Monday evening, Jayce and Viktor were still in the lab. The hexcore was behaving differently from normal, Viktor was looking at Jayce his notes from a few days ago. “what does this say Jayce?” he asked with a frown on his face since it was all scribbled down really fast.

Jayce didn’t answer when Viktor said his name, because it was like the hexcore was calling out to him. It reminded him of the moment of his first touch of magic, except the equations didn’t match. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. Viktor tried to reach out to touch Jayce to get his attention, a stone flew through the window. The kunzite didn’t hit one of the men, but the hexcore. Before they could respond, the magical rock exploded which resulted in Viktor being blown against the desks and wall, and Jayce onto the floor.

Jayce winced in pain and Viktor coughed up blood from the hit. While Viktor was trying to stand up, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest but he didn’t care since Jayce was passed out. “Jayce? Wake up please” he cried when enforcers came in to see what happened because of the explosions. Viktor was doing anything to wake up Jayce, but he slipped into a coma.

Months went by and Jayce hasn’t woken up yet, Viktor eventually couldn’t bring himself to leave Jayce his hospital bed. Whether it was his fault or not, he blamed himself. It was his boyfriend being hurt instead of him. He deserved to die in his own eyes, Jayce deserved all the love and happiness he could get.  He threw his cane onto the floor and laying his head on the hospital bed, his legs behaved on their own and laid down in the bed.

Viktor felt weird, he couldn’t explain his feelings to anyone. He lashed out to everyone he knew, nobody talked to him anymore. He neglected himself completely, hadn’t showered in over 2 weeks, grew a beard, his hair was greasy and sticking to his face. All he wanted was for Jayce to wake up, and hold him. He didn’t notice that he started crying, until the tears completely stained Jayce his shirt. Flashbacks of the explosion came back and his breath quickened till he couldn’t breathe properly anymore, “t-this is all my fault Jayce, i-im so sorry. Y-you don’t d-deserve this” was the only thing coming out between his sobs and loud inhales.

As he got up out of the bed, he looked back at Jayce. He looks so peaceful like he’s just sleeping, Viktor pressed a long kiss on Jayce’s forehead and whispers “I will always love you, but I can’t see you like this anymore”. His hand reached down to grab his cane from the floor and places a note on the pillow next to Jayce that said:

My dear Jayce,

I know you will only find this note when you wake up, please don’t worry about me.

I’m safe and I love you, in life or death. You will forever be my soulmate, my partner, my everything.

I’m sorry for all the pain I cost you and how I failed you, I will try to correct my mistakes and get you back.

As your V.T I want to tell you how important you are to me, how you light up a room when you walk in, or how you carry yourself around the council.

You taught me how to believe in love, in how we could make a better future.

If I never came to you that night, you would still be smiling and walking around.

We would have never been a couple but you would be alive.

I wish you and mel a very happy life if it ever happens.

Yours truly,

Viktor Talis

  Viktor limped away from the room, and light up a cigarette and left forever.

[hexcoremagician]

ARCANE - MAIN.

In my canon for Viktor, he is Silco's son and is brother to Jinx. If the Silco or Jinx I am writing with it is okay to explore those storylines, that is awesome. If not, we don't have to ever write around that. He is the creator of Blitzcrank, the pet project that, along with a tailored uniform from his father, allowed him to steal into the Academy. He is also a scientific tutor for House Heimerdinger after being adopted into the House so he could become Cecil's assistant. In an attempt to assimilate him into Piltover customs, Heimerdinger gave him a full name, adding the "Cornelius" aspect to his name, whereas Viktor himself chose "Abraxas" as his middle name.

original name: Viktor of Zaun.

Piltover name: Viktor Abraxas Cornelius of House Heimerdinger.

alias: The Machine Herald/The Machinist, the Co-Father of Hextech.

pronouns: he/him/his.

age: verse dependent.

15-18 Years Old (Academy Years)

18-20 (Dean's Assistant Years)

20 Years Old (Act 1 of Arcane)

21-32 Years Old (Act 2-3 of Arcane)

Frozen in his 30s permanently due to augmentation of the HexCore (After Act 3 of Arcane)

orientation: bisexual; masc-leaning.

marital status: verse dependent. single, typically.

species: human (cyborg).

location: Piltover/Zaun. (Moves between the two nations.)

archetype: The Magician, The Hanged Man.

cyborg info:

Almost all of his body has been replaced by HexTech (Shimmermetal), save his head and neck. He wears many clothes to hide this fact, and also wears gloves.

He lacks many human weaknesses, is suspectable to death somewhat, and has somehow bonded with the Hex Core in such a way that its sentience and his consciousness are blurred together. The Hex Core wishes to be in total union with Viktor, and that is why he augments himself so much.

abilities:

plays the cello.

Inventor: A brilliant mind, Viktor is able to invent numerous contraptions, especially those made to utilize hextech gemstones. As the person who perfected hextech, he is one of the leading scientists in hextech innovations.

Hexclaw: Permanently attached to his back, the hexclaw is an additional arm that's also able to shoot a ray of concentrated magical light. Originally intended as a crafting tool, it's currently used as a death ray as well as an instrument used for fixing Viktor's cybernetic augmentations.

Hex Core: It is a self-learning and evolving hextech device. It is able adapt to any situation and has the potential of becoming a sentient and sapient being.

biography:

Viktor is an ambitious Zaunite inventor who resides in Piltover, working as the partner of Jayce Talis. Once brought into the Academy as the assistant to Heimerdinger, Viktor worked his way up from the undercity in hopes of improving lives, but his research was complicated upon discovering he was terminally ill. Nevertheless, Viktor does not let his disease stop him and he remains steadfast in finding a cure.

personality:

Viktor has an obsessive, idealistic personality, and is a workaholic. He is a self-described methodical, logical and thorough person, and is implied to previously have been emotional. He is interested in how techmaturgy could help society.

mannerisms & quirks:

Still has his cane/crutch/ even when he has completely changed to HexTech and no longer needs it. It evolves into his staff.

appearance:

During his time as a non-augmented person, Viktor was a white skinned, golden/hazel eyed and brown haired human with a scrawny build. Since his birth he had a deformity preventing him to walk and run naturally, needing a walking stick to move (later a walking crutch). During his time exposed to Zaunite pollution, it would greatly worsen his health conditions.

Since he started to dabble in self-augmenting hextech experiments, Viktor would slowly start replacing his body parts. First magically altered by the powers of the Hexcore with the aid of Shimmer (his right leg and hand specifically), he would eventually transition into mechanical augmentations, completely replacing most of his body parts, save his head.

[jtalis]

another late night in their shared laboratory, the sun having long set over the horizon, yet for the pair of scientists, that didn't mean it was time to stop working. viktor's golden hues were barely keeping open, fading and quickly blinking open before his head could smack against the workbench, an all too familiar sight. yet when mr. talis got absorbed back into his own work, there was an eventual weight against his shoulder. a quick glance over would reveal the brunette having finally succumbed to dreamland, having fallen asleep and was now using the other's form as a pillow.

it is simple enough to get absorbed in their work.     days bleed into nights,   evenings into the stars.     the open expanse of constellations overseeing them do little to disturb neither jayce nor viktor as they solder parts and flip through books that were more dust than pages when they'd purchased them.     it is all a part of the excitement of their work,   the knowledge that their forefathers had left them just enough to access the unfettered might of the arcane.     it is enough to keep talis in motion,   a set of gears spinning in perpetuity.     his hair defies the comb,   muscles weary from pushing and pulling every which way,   cheeks hollow from a painful lack of sleep.     AND YET,   HE HAS NEVER FELT SO ALIVE.

before the fledgling birth of hextech in his bedroom,   little connection could be drawn between the excitement of laboratory work and the dullness of reading     ...     sparks flying,   machinery humming,   goggles on.    it was nothing like scavenging for a scrap of information in the long lines of a book.     but for their research,   literature is power.    messily drawn freljordian runes on torn scraps of parchment,   ancient texts excavated from ionian ruins,   jayce finds himself drunk on the weight of age,   the gravity of untouchable antiquity.     even now,   deep into the night,   he squints keenly at a singular line of text,   as though the deeper furrow of his brow will magically reveal its meaning to him.     “   v,   ”    he begins,   affectionate call sticking in his throat.     the curse of underuse as they share their workspace in silence,   communicating through a silent dance across the floor,   in avoidance of each other's pieces of the larger arcane puzzle.

“   this tome has almost the same pattern as the ones we saw yesterday.   ”     answer is in the silence offered to him,   little more than a blink of eyes perhaps barely more overworked than jayce's dimmed hazel.     undiscouraged,   he finds renewed interest in a thin note scratched out along the margin of the page,   abruptly interrupted by weight against his shoulder.     “   ...   viktor   ?   ”     once again,   silence.     only then does jayce dare allow his attention to wander,   hard line of his frown growing soft in observation.     his hands,   forge-warmed and fleshed by the sun,   are pulled to bony shoulders.     viktor is pliable,   a mirror of the elasticity of his mind,   and does not protest as jayce pulls him in to more comfortably find a pillow upon the breadth of his shoulder.     though he has half a mind to continue reading,   there is little keeping his own eyes open as his head droops to find solace against his partner's.

[the-mocking-robin]

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The laboratory is huge, domed ceiling arching over all manner of incredible wonders. Tools held only by expert craftsmen, lengthy physics equations written, erased, rewritten and refined. The foreboding trickle of magic hummed through the air, sun shining through gilded windows overlooking a vibrant golden city of technology and wealth.

And at one of the desks — the neater of the two, actually — is a thin, long limbed man who seems entirely too enthralled with the delicate work of etching runes into thin metals. Chestnut brown hair is brushed back and made way for goggles you'd only really expect it cartoons, one lens more a small telescope as it zoomed in on the pale skinned man's delicate work.

It'd take him another few minutes of working before he lifted his head, looked around and only seemed to really notice you after he'd found his next tool.

Then he scrambles for some papers. Looks over some schedules and curses to himself, softly and with a gentle accent.

"I-I apologize, I had not realized —" The thin man pushed himself to standing, reaching for the cane by his side and trying to smoothly slip into a more dignified position, "— that we would be having guests today."

At that, his words seem to fail him. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone, and even seemed to be looking around for someone else. Perhaps someone more ready to handle... People.

"Ah, right." The goggles, still on his head, finally get pulled away, showing anxiously darting amber eyes. "I suppose you must be here for Mister Talis? Unfortunately, he's stepped out for the moment to gather smithing supplies."

He seems to hope that you'll see the more interesting of the two isn't there and leave, but seems too anxious of his own position to just ask you.

When you finally decide to leave the man to his work, the softest sigh leaves his lips and he collapses into his seat again, metal leg brace scraping against the floor as he turns away.

Back to work, Viktor.

[writingmysanity]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word count: 1863

Requested: NO, purely self-indulgent

A/N: Of course, as always, not beta'd- we die on this hill. Also, I have been mega in my feels. Satan's waterfall has visited, I detest this time, so I am making do with writing fluff and domestic goo. Please enjoy.

“Leave him be, my boy,” a voice comes with slightly too much joy in your taste, as you're sure of the subject of the conversation- Viktor. He hasn't been home in 4 days, and you're sure he hasn't gotten more than 10 hours of sleep in total during the entirety of his absence. Huffing, you're about to barge in, long sleeve shirt rolled up to your elbows already in preparation when you pause at the second voice. Jayce.

“Professor, with all due respect, Viktor hasn't slept in what I can almost assure you is days,” he sounds stressed but is hiding it well. “I can't let him continue work on something that could harm him,” and at that, you step in, making your presence known. 

“I concur,” you hum, obvious irritation on your face, looking down at the furry menace you've come to question in Viktor’s life. Thus far, he has done well for your caffeine addicted work-a-holic, but as of now, he is being nothing short of an enabler. 

“But he is close to a breakthrough,” he stresses, eyes narrowing at you. Cocking an eyebrow down at him, you snort.

“Or a breakdown,” you grouch. “He hasn't been home in four days-”

“We have made sleeping arrangements at the lab for him,” he cuts you off, which irritates you further. Jayce, catching wind, steps back slowly, knowing that look in your eyes, sending a pointed look at his mentor screaming If you value your life, shut UP.

But he misses it. Or ignore it. 

Nodding slightly, you offer a small smile, hiding the heat prickling along your skin.

“Has he used it?” Heimerdinger pauses, shrugging.

“Im sure-” 

“He hasn't even considered it,” you finish for him, watching the yodle walk away, his poro skittering off behind him. As soon as the door shuts, Jayce sighs, shoulders sagging. 

“Thanks,” he offers you a tired smile, bags under his eyes bruising, the redness lining his eyes making you frown. 

“When was the last time you slept, Talis?” he chuckles, shrugging. 

“More recently than Viktor,” he raises his hands in defense. “And the moment you get him out of here, I'm out, too.” you grin a bit.

“You have much faith in me,” you muse, glancing across the lab, the open layout letting your eyes settle on his darkened figure hunched over whatever he is working on. He just nods.

“Well earned, let me tell you. I've never seen someone able to convince him out of the lab before,” he hums, a smile stretching to a grin. “You've got the magic touch.” laughing, you start over to Viktor.

“I'll leave the magic working to you two,” you throw over your shoulder as you come to lean over Viktor's, watching silently as he works for a moment. He doesn't even know you are here yet, despite not even attempting to hide your presence. After a few more moments, you decide to announce yourself. 

“Viktor,” you purr, your voice carrying in a sing-song tone not more than a few inches from his face. You take pleasure in how he shudders as he drags his eyes from his work, a tired but pleased smile softening his sharp features. 

“Ah, My dove,” he hums, head tilting to gently knock his head to yours affectionately. “What brings you here?” slowly, he sets the prototype down but doesn't turn to face you. Smiling softly, pressing a kiss to his hair right above his ear. 

“It's laundry day,” you hum. He frowns, shaking his head.

“That is on Thursdays,” he grumbles, looking out of the skylight windows, eyes narrowing at the light streaming through. Laughing softly, you nod. 

“It's friday,” you supply gently. He freezes, guilt passing in his eyes quickly before he sighs.

“You’re late,” he teases, making you laugh softly, tugging on his sleeve.

“I figured I'd give you some time,” you say softly, straightening. “But, i would greatly appreciate you to come home.'' In truth, he doesn't really help much other than helping sort the clothes, but you use it as an excuse to allow him to rest. Normally, if not presented with a problem or project, and given more than a few moments of time to sit comfortably, he passes out. 

Sighing again, he nods slightly, looking at his partner who is pretending to work on something, totally not watching the two of you. 

“I am heading out,” he announces, wincing as he stands up, accidentally stumbling into your arms slightly, his legs giving out at the pressure of his weight, asleep from the inactivity. Immediately, your hands jump to catch him, one on his elbow, the other settling on his waist, until he gets his barings moments later. 

“Perhaps… I should not have sat so long,” he groans when his body pops a few times as he stretches, his cane being gently set in his hand. You nod, raising an eyebrow. 

“Movement is good,” you pause before grinning. “Do you need a piggy-back ride back to the house?” he flushes at Jayce’s bark of laughter, nose scrunching up in playful distaste, fighting his own smile. 

“I believe I will be able to make it on my own, thank you, Dove.”

Shrugging, you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, tsking him gently when he moves to chase your lips. 

“The offer is there,” you muse, turning to start towards the door, smiling to yourself as you hear the click trailing behind you. There is a pause behind you, making you stop at the door, not turning towards him.

“No work,” you remind him, earning a soft whine but you hear the stack of papers flop back into the desk with a grumble. Jayce fights the grin until VIktor is at your side, no longer able to see his toothy smile.

“Take tomorrow off,” he calls to you both. Viktor is about to argue, but looks down at you, guilt washing over him again, so he sighs.

“Thank you,” he calls, following you out the door. You grin at Jayce, sending him a wink playfully. He laughs, shaking his head.

Magic, he swears. It has to be.

The trip home is relatively quick as you crowd him inside, gently tugging at his vest, helping him out of it. He allows you to tug it off his shoulders before fingers start pulling at the buttons on his burgundy shirt, a crooked grin stretching across his face.

“There are easier ways to get me out of my clothes,” he jokes despite the exhaustion practically etched into his very frame, shoulders slouched more than usual, deep purple bags under his eyes almost comically large. Humming in amusement, you brush your fingers gently down his chest, nails gently scraping at his skin, making his eyes flutter.

“Maybe once you've slept,” you purr, tugging his shirt off his shoulders gently, letting the fabric fumble to the floor as you lift your hand to cradle his face. He melts into your touch in relief, lips parting slightly when you run your thumb along his bottom lip. He just nods, looking at you through lidded eyes, the deep honey color glittering in the mid-afternoon sunlight. 

“Promise?” he asks weakly, tugging you closer. You melt into his hold, nuzzling your nose into his throat, lips brushing along the skin there.

“Promise,” you whisper against his skin. “Now go take a bath, I will collect your clothes and then once you're out, perhaps we can take a nap together.” The breath that escapes his lips is shaky, tired.

“Yeah,” he smiles, nodding. “That sounds wonderful.”

The next several minutes are spent in silence as you help him settle into the bath, throwing in some of your salts to help with his muscles before pressing a kiss to his crown and snatching up the remainder of his clothes. Gently, he catches your wrist as you go to stand, running his thumb along the skin there, sending you a thankful smile. Turning your hand in his, you squeeze his hand gently before stepping away to let him relax quietly, watching him from the door as his head droops back, eyes closed. 

Setting some milk on the stove, you wait for it to start to warm before dropping in his favorite mix- cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg and clove. Christmas in a cup, he mused once. Smiling to yourself, you divvy it up once it's done before setting both mugs on the coffee table and moving to set out his favorite lazy day home clothes- a simple loose shirt with some sweatpants.

By the time he is out, you are still sorting out the laundry, humming to yourself. He stands behind you silently, taking in the sight with a smile. You only spot him when you turn slightly to grab another piece, jumping slightly at his sudden presence, hand coming to rest on your chest with a hushed laugh. 

“You startled me,” you admit, making him grin.

“I am sorry, my dear,” he hums, leaning down to press a kiss on top of your head, a drop of water dripping to your cheek, towel thrown over his shoulder. “I couldn't help myself.” rolling your eyes at his teasing, you pull back to get a better look at him. Some color had returned to his cheeks, even the bags under his eyes had seemed to ease. He looks exhausted, but much more comfortable. 

Without another word, he settles into the couch across from you, eyes settling on the mugs before him, eyes lighting up.

“Sweet milk,” he beams, grabbing the mug you had given him as your gag gift for christmas- #1 scientist scrawled across its front. He had loved it unironically, realizing you had made it for him.

They just don't make enough about scientists, you had pouted, nearly melting when he swore he loved it. 

He does.

In fact, he rubbed it in Jayce’s face.

Chuckling at his childish wonder, you nod, pausing to take a sip of yours. It is only another few minutes of quiet as he sips on his drink and you sort laundry before he is tugging on your sleeve with a yawn.

“Darling?” you pause, looking up at him. He is lounging back, bad leg propped up slightly, head flopped on the pillows you keep on the couch for him, arms open pathetically as he throws you a sleepy smile. Giggling at just how cute he is, you nod, abandoning your task to settle into his arms. Humming in satisfaction, he physically wraps himself around you, nose burying itself in your hair as he hauls you to your side. 

Squeaking, you grab onto him, burying your own face in his chest, grinning when you feel his chest rumble with his quiet laughter, arms tightening around you. Sighing happily, you set your chin to his chest, looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes are already on you, drooping with sleep.

“Sleep, Vik,” you hum, running your fingers over his arm gently, watching his eyes slide closed, a soft snore following not long after. Laughing softly to yourself, you cuddle closer, allowing the warmth to wash over you, tugging you under as well. 

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You and Viktor make up about the broken promise

Warnings: Little fluffy, nothing too detailed though

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1559

A/N: The chapters keep getting shorter, and that's not on purpose. Anyways, enjoy!!

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Just like that, Hextech got approved by the council. You knew it would happen, it was bound to become the new future of Piltover, but it worried you. Arcane magic was something people were afraid of, and now it would be intergraded into society.

A few days after Hextech got approved, the council desired to show off their new face of promise. Show potential investors and other scientists the face of Jayce and Viktor. It was all so sudden and new and you didn’t know how to feel about it all. But there you were, getting dressed all fancy for a banquet you didn’t want to attend. You hadn’t seen, nor spoken to Viktor since the night he got Hextech to work with Jayce. They became busy with meetings and plans for a new era of magic. You smoothed out your dress, feeling it hug you uncomfortably. Glancing in the mirror, you shook your head and debated on ripping your hair down, dress off and washing the makeup from your face and not go.

You were still mad at Viktor. But you were more upset. A promise had been broken, one which he knew made you uncomfortable, but still broke it. Pushing your personal feelings aside, you represented the Academy, you needed to go. You just had to butter up a few elderly men, who always thought they were superior to the women in their field, maybe a few drinks for courage, then leave. That was all you had to do.

The cool night air nipped your shoulders as you stepped into the garden. The moonlight brought the colour out with the flowers that lined the stone path. Your hands brushed the bushes as you walked towards the group of people. You were a little late, but you made it in time to see Jayce standing on the small stage, making a toast to the future of Hextech. You had to admit, he was a natural public speaker, not afraid to put himself out there. His charming smile and tall composure were an easy give to his confident nature. Next to him, drawn further back, was Viktor. He hated public speaking, avoided it as much as he could. He wore a vest with a deep blue button-up. His hair doing what it did best, laid perfectly back from his face. He leaned on his cane, his grip tight as he tried not to focus on the crowd before him, afraid of their eyes on him.

“To Hextech!” Jayce pulled his glass to the night sky, the crowd joining in with a cheer.

Your eyes caught Viktor as he and Jayce walked off the stage. Jayce smiling and shaking hands of those around him, Viktor giving a stiff smile to them as he moved closer to you. You lowered your shoulders and turned away from him, searching for a glass of courage to ease your worries.

“Y/n,” Viktor spoke from behind you. You shut your eyes and then quickly turned back to him. His eyes scanning your face.

“Viktor.” You nodded coldly.

“Y/n, please listen,” Viktor stepped forward, licking his lips. “I apologize for my behaviour. You know I never meant to break the promise I made.”

“But you did.” You said clenching your fists.

“But I-“

“Viktor!” Jayce laughed as he placed his arm around his shoulders, earning a glare from Viktor. His bubbly smile was a clear show that he had been drinking. His eyes were on you, taking you in as you stood uncomfortably in front of them both. “Viktor, you know it’s rude to not introduce me to your lovely friend.” Jayce moved away from Viktor and took your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Jayce Talis.”

“I know who you are.” You said unimpressed like his name would make you swoon.

“Jayce, this is Y/n Y/ln.” Viktor rolled his eyes at Jayce and motioned towards you. “She’s one of the biology lab assistants.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Jayce smirked. You pulled your hand from his grasp.

“Likewise.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Y/n-”

“I should be going.” You cut Viktor off, taking in a sharp breath.

“But, you just got here.” Jayce chuckled looking to Viktor who gave him a look. You quickly turned away and started off back the way you came, Viktor calling your name from behind.

Once back inside the doors of the academy, no longer cold in the night, you leaned your head back on the wall as you heard the soft clank of Viktor’s cane. “My dear, please listen to me,” Viktor spoke softly, now standing next to you. You picked up your body and turned to him, feeling defeated.

“You hurt my feelings Viktor.” You told him, crossing your arms across your chest. “I asked you not too and you promised. But you broke that promise.”

“I know.” Viktor hung his head low, stepping closer to you. “I am a fool. I hurt you and I feel horrible for what I did.”

You looked down to your feet. “I guess it’s too late for you to back out of Hextech now.” You chuckled trying to get rid of the awkward silence.

Viktor looked up and chuckled. “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Looks like you're stuck with him for the long run.” You looked back out towards the garden, Jayce laughing and rubbing shoulders with people around him.

“Jayce is, uh, tolerable.” Viktor shrugged. “He’s smart, I’ll give him that. But he is full of himself.”

You smiled and nodded. “You should get back out there.” Looking to Viktor, “The people will be missing the future of Hextech.”

Viktor looked back to you, taking a breath. He grabbed your hand from being folded across your chest. “I’d much rather be here with you if you don’t mind.”

You shook your head in response, heat rising in your cheeks as Viktor took his other hand, bringing it to your cheek. You were stiff under his touch. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, his thumb moving across your cheek. Viktor cupped your jawline, leaning towards you. You could feel his breath on your lips, bringing himself closer as your eyes darted to his lips, eyes fluttering closed. His lips connected with yours and your legs wobbled as he kissed you. His other hand came to the other side of your jaw as your lips moved together. Butterflies erupted from within, your senses clouded with nothing but Viktor.

You felt bright, like all the colours of the rainbow had exploded from within, feeling his touch on your hips, his hand on your jawline. Your soul opened up, and poured out, filling Viktor as well. You couldn’t put the kiss into words, you just felt like you were floating, levitating in your love for Viktor. After a moment, you both drew away, foreheads touching as you breathed each other in, like a cool inhalation of oxygen to warm the soul.

“My love,” Viktor whispered, “these feelings cannot be described, nor has there get been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it.” His eyes opened, looking at you. “You are an aphrodisiac, mixed with a Pandoras' box effect.” You opened your eyes to look into his. “The fireworks glowing inside me from the touch of your lips to mine.”

You were breathless at his words. Nothing you could say could compare to the words he just spoke out to you. You drew your hands up and pushed your face back into his, taking him by surprise and kissing him all over again. His hands dipped lower on your hip as your tugged at his tie under his vest. You heard footsteps come closer, causing Viktor to pull away, clearing his throat.

“There you are,” Jayce said with a smirk. “Are you two going to come back or hideaway?” Jayce chuckled looking back to the party.

Your face was flush, but the night hid it well enough. Viktor blinked, still a little dazed. “I was just, discussing some work with y/n.” Viktor spoke quickly. “I would like to consult her with some ideas instead of joining your party.”

Jayce looked between you two, a smug look on his face. “Alright.” He drew out, turning away. “Don’t do anything too stupid.” With that, Jayce walked off, chuckling to himself.

You pursed your lips, “He totally knows.” You mumbled.

“And I will never hear the end of it.” Viktor shook his head turning back to you, trying to shake Jayce from his mind. “Maybe we should go somewhere private,” you turned to him, blushing again, he did as well. “to continue where we left off?”

Your heart leaped in your throat. You nodded and kissed his cheek. Both of you walked back into the halls and towards Viktor’s room. Once the door closed, your back was slammed into the closed door, his lips on your again. Your skin was on fire, peppering you with kisses, trailing down your neck as he mumbled sweet nothings into your skin. His accent thick, words from his native tongue giving your hot body chills.

He was all you ever wanted, all you ever needed. Viktor knew that, and you let him touch you in ways you never thought anyone could. He made you feel a way that no other person has.

[arrow-dynamic00]

To Harm and Heal (Arcane Viktor x gn!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of death, injury, slow burn (and when I say slow burn, I mean slow burn.)

To Harm and Heal - Part I:

Running hurts without any shoes. The rocks and dirt you can feel getting into every nook and cranny of your foot is terrible. It’s even worse when that one sharp pebble hits your foot, but you have to be quiet. Besides the physical pain of that night, the hurried steps of your father can never seem to leave your mind. From your short height you would glance first to the golden arm garters he wore, then to his face. You’re sure that if he was still here he would be happy to see the person you’ve grown up to be.

The familiar roofs of Piltover hold steady as you leap from building to building, heavy bag on your shoulders. The sun could rise any minute now and you couldn’t risk being caught today, you had work to do. Jayce finally got approval to work on his Hextech project he’s been dreaming of for forever. With the help from his new partner, he cracked the code to controlling magic for non-magic borns. Though you have your own set of skills, the physics and math that man was doing was way out of your league. The least you could do was help him design a structurally sound machine that could hold the crystals. The last one he tried making collapsed in on itself.

Taking that last step onto the balcony of the academy, you snuck in passing multiple rooms before opening the door to the new Talis Lab. Upon entry you saw two men hunched over Jayce’s Hextech machine and mountains of books, papers, and journals. Jayce was pointing out the discrepancy between him and the other man’s equations. The slender dark haired man was familiar, but you didn’t quite recognize who he was. The placement of the bag onto a nearby table turned the boys towards you.

“Oh (y/n), you really got the parts. You are such a life saver!” Jayce walked over to you, taking out the metal pieces you had gotten. Turning away from Jayce you could observe the other man. He wore a similar uniform to Jayce and walked with a cane as he made his way over.

“Are you the merchant who keeps gathering these materials for Jayce and I?” The accent made you realize, this was the assistant to the dean of the academy.

“Yes, and I assume you’re Jayce’s partner?” At the mention of his name Jayce perks up.

“Right! I haven’t introduced you two to each other,” He grabs the arm of both of you. “(y/n), Viktor. Viktor, (y/n).” You both hold your arm out shaking hands in return.

“I’d like to help out more, but this is the best I can do.”

“Jayce has told me about your previous efforts. You have helped us more than you think.” Seeing Jayce with a partner like this made you happy in how far he’s come. Seeing him work with Viktor reminded you of the late nights trying to understand any of the words coming out of his mouth. With the help of someone like Viktor, he was sure to go far in his projects. You wondered what would draw him to want to help Jayce.

Magic had you and Jayce fascinated for your whole lives. The day you first met, you bonded on experiencing life saving events with the help of magic. It had kept you alive while it saved his mother. The differences in magic you lived through allowed for differences in what you could provide. While Jayce had watched a series of runes and a mage with a staff, you watched your father use everything in order to protect your family. The golden arm bands he wore shone brightly, a blindness you could never forget. As much as Jayce pushed you to show him the arm garters, they were too precious for anyone else to see. That, and your mother would never let you take it out of its display case.

Watching the two of them work was amazing. Sliding from chalkboards to journals was chaotic, but marvelous. You had to remind yourself you were working on your own projects. If they were stuck on something you’d ask a question thinking if they explained it they would find the issue they were dealing with. This small trio forming was refreshing. Over the next few months you would continuously bring specific pieces of metal they needed while they discovered new uses for Hextech. Having people to talk to about what they were passionate about kept you all up for hours on end. The days started in the early darkness and ended late, the sky looking the same as the morning. Nightly trips to the Undercity continued well. Until a certain trip made you land in a certain someone’s home.

Chapter II:

https://arrow-dynamic00.tumblr.com/post/673627093564817408/to-harm-and-heal-arcane-viktor-x-gnreader-part

[xydamcg]

Two rights don’t make a wrong part six.

Pairing: Ekko x gn! reader

Cw: experiments, mental health, support, self inflicted harm

Summary: You start having odd premonitions and find you have more than just altered hair color and eyes. You’re magic*, and certain members of the piltover council are intrigued.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“You’re going to be fine, we will be here right outside if you need us.” Caitlyn assured as you stood outside the large laboratory of Viktor and Jayce Talis. You currently were left in the care of Vi and Caitlyn by Ekko who wanted to make sure you weren’t a harm to yourself or others. You agreed not wanting to be a walking time bomb and not know, Mu couldn’t find much experimenting since he didn’t have the technology but Jayce and Viktor had created the Hex core! Of course they had technology to figure out what was wrong with you exactly. You had been tired of explaining your story so many times to different people that when Ekko handed you over to Vi and Caitlyn he decided to give them the run down, you explaining it also gave your flashbacks and panic attacks so you didn’t talk about it much. You didn’t like reliving those moments.

Stepping into the laboratory, Caitlyn guided you while Vi lingered in the back watching out for anything out of the ordinary. Ekko did entrust her with your well-being so she’d do her best to keep you out of harms way while you were with her. “Jayce..” Caitlyn called pulling the young male’s attention from his notebook. “Hey! You actually came.” He said mostly to you rising from his chair. “Yeah wouldn’t want anyone else picking through my brain.” You joked sourly causing Vi to nudge you making you look at her with a shrug. “What they mean is just, you and Viktor seem like the only two qualifiers for helping us other than Heimerdinger.” Caitlyn said as Jayce nodded with a smile. “Of course, Viktor should be here soon until then I’ll just get you situated for your first test.” Jayce said motioning you to follow him. You glance at Caitlyn before Vi who nodded in return. “We’ll be right here.” Vi repeated, reluctantly you followed after Jayce into a smaller room with a large machine and a table. You didn’t know what it was but it didn’t look like it would bring you harm. “This will just scan you head to toe and give up a holographic picture here.” He explained pointing out the different aspects of the machine. You stopped listening after a while just wanting this all to be over with so you could go home.

You had began to remove your shoes as you heard the light clicking of feet? Lifting your head you saw a tall skinny man with a crutch entering the room. “Sorry I’m late..” He said his accent making you smile slightly before your removed your shirt folding it and setting it to the side. You were wears bindings of bandages around your chest to keep you from digging into your skin so much in your sleep, Ekko had noticed when you slept and had night terrors you tended to scratch and dig into your skin mostly around the neck, shoulders, and chest. Also evidence of the lingering scabs under your chin and on your neck. You couldn’t help it especially if you were sleeping, you didn’t even know you did it have the time until you woke up body stinging from the air hitting those fresh wounded places.

“We were just getting started, Y/N this is Viktor my best friend and other half of my brain.” Jayce joked causing you to stifle as laugh as Viktor rolled his eyes as you sat on the table. “Wonderful to meet you, y/n. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you and learning more about your special..occurrences.” He said cordially. He was much more formal than Jayce who seemed more laid back, you didn’t know who you learned more too currently on the spectrum of trust. Neither maybe? “When you are ready lay back and we will begin.” Viktor told you. Hesitantly you laid down and rested your hands at your sides the machine whirring to life. You closed your eyes trying to relax and not begin to freak out as you felt the presence of someone by your head. “Don’t touch me.” You growl, your eyes opening to Viktor above you with a wire shaped helmet. “S-sorry just need to put this on to monitor your body activity!” He chirped nervously. You pull it from his hands before placing it on your head carefully and adjusting the wires some. You look toward him for approval, he nodded with a half smile. Jayce motioned him over before he whispered something to him, you picked up only Silco, shimmer, trauma, avoid touch. You close your eyes to help relax your body, and racing heart. “Alright Y/N we’re about to begin.” Viktor told you which made you nod slightly. “Please keep you eyes shut during this procedure the lights can cause temporary blindness, vertigo, and phosphenes when looked at so be aware when we proceed.” He continued making your anxiety rocket. “O-okay.” You stuttered before biting you lip, you were scared. You wanted Ekko to be here, to hold you hand and help you through this.

“W-wait can Vi come in?” You asked your eyes still closed afraid of opening even a smidge. “If you wish, is everything alright? We can hold off..” Viktor suggested, you shook your head. “No I want to I just need Vi.” You said before you heard the feet fall of Jayce, his hushed voice before the door close again. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Vi asked from a few feet not wanting to startle you more. “Can you hold my hand? I don’t think I can keep going by myself..” you explained unballing your tense fingers for her to take. “Yeah, of course.” She said before taking your hand in one of her own. There was shuffling around before Jayce spoke up. “If you ever need us to stop just let us know. Ready?” He instructed. You weakly nodded Vi giving them the thumbs up as the machine whirred to life once more. You squeezed VI’s hand tightly as you felt your body tense up like it had before. “You’re doing good kid, just a little longer and you’re done. We’re at your elbows inching to your shoulders.” Vi talked to you to take your mind off of the horrors she was seeing from the holographic image of you innards.

[saey707]

Personal Work: Targonite

✿ Prompt: Jayce Talis is hopelessly in love with Aya Ashina, to an extent where he fails to be a normal, functioning, human being. ✿

♡ champion focus: arcane! jayce ♡ tws: none! ♡ Self-indulgent, OC insert

It’s undeniable that Jayce Talis has always had a thing for strong women. And Aya Ashina? Well, she definitely was growing to be one of them. 

While she wasn’t exactly Piltovan- like his mother had hoped- there was something about her that drew Jayce in like a magnet. Perhaps it was her magical prowess? Her undeniable beauty? The way her horns flustered the same shade as her face when she was embarrassed?

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

He wanted nothing more than to impress her.

“Will you please stop drooling over there and help me power this up??” Viktor asked, hand on the crank as he waited for the golden boy, who was carefully sketching his dream girl on one of the pages. Raising his head after he was snapped out of his daydreams, Jayce closed the journal, making strides over to Viktor. 

Opening up the hexchest to pull out two gemstones. He tossed one in the air, catching it effortlessly.

“Do ya think we can show Aya??” Jayce asked. 

Viktor rolled his eyes as he snatched the other gemstone, equipping it in the hexbear’s tummy. Shaking his head, Viktor eyed Jayce from the side, “We agreed we wouldn’t have any girls in the lab, especially to do something as silly as what- impress one? It’s too dangerous.”

Sighing, Jayce sheepishly started rubbing at the back of his neck. 

He may have… Accidentally invited her to the lab anyways??

“But Viktor, you don’t understand-“ “Oh I understand plenty.” Viktor retorted, “It’s her eyes. Her smile. The way she laughs. Her hair. The way she parts her hair... I swear you talk about her more than you do our actual work.” 

Confused and flustered as can be, Jayce waved his free hand. “I-It’s not like that!” Viktor, however, kept his undivided attention on the hexbear. Could it be anymore obvious that he spoke of Aya constantly??

“Okay, maybe it is like that… A little…” Jayce defeatedly spoke, Viktor shrugging as to prove his point.

Viktor continued to tinker with the bear, Jayce grinning like an idiot as he pulled a chair over, sitting down and working with the hex-skates, turning his back to the door. He was directly parallel to Viktor now. 

“I can’t help it… Her laugh sounds like a thousand angels singing! If there was a way I could listen to it all day, I would… Say, do ya think I could draw up a portable recording machine so I could capture it the next time I see her? ...Don’t answer that! I’m sure I could figure out the mechanics for one, however…” Placing goggles over his eyes, he began to work with the wiring, hopeful that he can get the blades to be remote-powered.

The Zaunite raised an eyebrow, watching as the door slightly opened, said girl about to speak and greet the duo. Confused as can be, Viktor put a finger up to speak as well, but Jayce was beating them to it.

“And her hair… She always complains about how she hates it, but I think it’s wonderful. They’re like… Lush, obsidian curls. And her eyes-“

Viktor had a shit eating grin on his face, Aya slowly creeping in with a blush covering her own. Her clawed fingers found way to her hair, picking up a clump to look at it. Was he… Talking about her??

“Yes yes, going into more detail about her eyes…” The devious inventor egged on his partner, Jayce chuckling more as he welded wires together.

“Her eyes look like they’re made from... Targonite.”

He sighed, “A soft pink that just… Shimmers in the dark. One could compare them to… sapphires or spinels, but I think they’re Targonite. Magical, unique… Rare.” 

Lips lilting upwards, Jayce removed his goggles, turning his head, only to jump back, a noise of surprise following when Aya was there, almost as red as he was.

Aya pushed her hair back, sheepishly rubbing her arm as Jayce held a hand to his heart. Heavily inhaling, he finally was able to get a ghostly string of words out: “Wh-What the hell, Aya?! Don’t you know to knock? I coulda hurt you!!”


However, it didn’t stop Aya from giggling, a hand dragging on his shoulder:

“So… You think my eyes look like Targonite??”

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

stay for the night (i’ll sell you a dream): ch 12

Making the Future

AO3

Jayce has noticed a lot of things in these first few weeks of working with Viktor. Like how Viktor’s tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth when he’s concentrating, or how he’ll curl his hair around his fingers when he’s getting frustrated or tired.

He doesn’t know a lot about Viktor, only that he’s from the Undercity and that he had to claw to his spot as the assistant of Professor Heimerdinger. To Jayce’s partner.

Gods, they’re partners . Jayce’s had partners before. Never, never for this , but for other projects. Projects that he bore the burden of, that he worked on tirelessly alone. He looks back at Viktor, who’s looking at the crystal and scratching something into a new notebook. Partners. Is this what partnership is?

Viktor sighs and rubs his forehead. “Jayce, do you remember where I put the notebook on the oscillation equations? I want to try something but I need to make sure we don’t blow up.”

Jayce smiles as he goes to the notebook not five feet away from where Viktor is sitting. “You mean this?”

Viktor looks at the notebook, opens it slightly, then lays his head on the table. “Gods fucking- I’m so stupid.”

Jayce laughs and puts his hand on Viktor’s back. He can feel the bones in his spine and shoulder blades through the fabric of Viktor’s vest and shirt. “No, just unobservant.” He says, and Viktor snorts before pushing off his hand.

“That’s one way to put it.”

That’s another thing Jayce has noticed. Viktor often discredits himself, or makes himself seem less intelligent than he is. Jayce would hazard a bet that it was because Viktor was afraid that showing Piltover just how wickedly smart he is would put suspicion on him and his family. But Jayce also doesn’t know much about Viktor’s family, or even Viktor. He only would guess that because he’s heard Viktor’s angry muttering about the Council whenever a transcript for a meeting comes out.

And if it isn’t that, then why is Viktor hiding such a vital part of him?

“Jayce? Is everything alright?”

Jayce snaps out of his thoughts, and sees that Viktor is looking at him curiously.

“You got lost for a minute. Are you okay?”

Viktor’s eyes are gold. Bright, shimmering gold.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Jayce takes a step back. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, it happens.” Viktor waves him off and takes the notebook. “Now, let’s hope I don’t accidentally kill us in a magical explosion.”

-

“Your hair is a mess.” Jayce says when he walks into the lab. “Just like your coffee tastes, actually.”

Viktor rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Leave me and my lovely coffee alone.”

“Sure, but only if I get to fix your hair.”

Viktor pauses. “You. Fix my hair.”

“Why not?” Jayce looks at Viktor with a smile. “I’m not cutting it, only getting the years of grease and dirt out of it.”

“And you’ll leave me alone about my wonderful coffee tastes?”

Jayce nods. “I’ll leave you alone. Mostly.”

“Deal.”

-

“Your sink is too big.” Viktor says as he sits by the bathtub. “Who has a sink that big?”

“I do.” Jayce hums as he makes sure the water is warm but not hot. “Came with the apartment, can you believe it?”

Viktor thinks. “I’d say no, but this is Piltover we’re talking about. Everything people buy needs to fit their egos.”

“Including me?” Jayce looks at Viktor, who smiles.

“I think saying you have a big head is more literal than metaphorical at this point.”

Jayce laughs, and he takes Viktor’s bright smile as a win. “Okay, lean your head back so I can get your hair wet.”

Viktor leans his head back like asked, and Jayce turns on the shower head.

“Work away, Talis.” Viktor says, and Jayce moves the shower head so that the water is getting into Viktor’s hair.

Jayce leaves the showerhead there for a few minutes, moving it occasionally so that Viktor’s whole head is wet before turning it off.

“You have any flavor that you’d prefer?” Jayce asks Viktor, who shrugs.

“Whatever you think is best.”

Jayce takes the green bottle of tea tree mint shampoo and puts some in his hands. Jayce lathers it into Viktor’s hair, and watches as Viktor slowly closes his eyes.

“My head is tingly, is that normal?” Viktor whispers, almost like he’s afraid to be too loud.

“Yeah, it is.” Jayce whispers back. He turns the showerhead back on and slowly washes away the suds. He looks at his selection of conditioners, and takes the pink one.

Jayce starts to put the conditioner on Viktor. “That smells nice, what is it?”

“Pomegranate.” Jayce tells him. “I use it on special occasions.”

“I’m glad you think this is a special occasion.” Viktor hums, eyes still closed. “Although I’m not sure why.”

“I’m freeing your hair, that’s pretty special.” Jayce smiles. That’s not the reason, at least, it’s not the most prominent one.

Viktor opens one eye and looks at Jayce. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

-

Jayce leaves the box in the place where VIktor always sits to work. Viktor shouldn’t be here for another hour, not if he doesn’t want Jayce to force him into the destressing room to rest.

Jayce knows that Viktor will like the knives, he said as much when he found Jayce engraving them the other day, but there’s still some fear that lingers inside Jayce’s head. What if they’re the wrong weight, or shape, or he didn’t get the strange letters right? What if Viktor doesn’t want them?

Working should help him. Working always helps him. He looks at the mostly empty chalkboard. He remembers a discussion he and Viktor had last week, after Viktor had mentioned the fissures in Zaun. He can start on that. He can work on that.

The door of the lab opens some time later. Jayce doesn’t know how long it’s been. He hears Viktor stop by his section of table, hears the unfolding of paper. Jayce focuses back on the theoretical rune circles he’s making.

He feels Viktor lean into his side, and he freezes. Is everything okay? Does Viktor hate them? Did he screw up?

“Everything alright Viktor?”

Viktor’s body relaxes, and with it, the thoughts running through Jayce’s head. “Yeah.” He says. “Everything’s perfect.”

-

Viktor’s hands find their way through Jayce’s hair as he works on engraving runes into one of the gears for the miniature Hexgate. He’s been doing this more often, gently touching Jayce. It helps battle the rising anxiety and frustration that threatens to tear Jayce down. Jayce wonders if he’s noticed.

“I’m going down to Zaun in a few days.” Viktor says, his voice soft. “I want you to come with me.”

Jayce glances up at Viktor. “Why?”

“Because I want you to meet my family.” Viktor looks at Jayce, and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. “And because they won’t shut up about wanting to meet you.”

Jayce hums. “If you want me to.” He says. “I’ll go.”

-

“Are you and Viktor dating?” The smallest of the kids, Ekko, asks Jayce. They’re in the basement of The Last Drop, in a room that Viktor called the ‘work room’. Ekko, Claggor, and Jinx are all watching as he draws out theoretical blueprints for a working hoverboard.

“What?” Jayce looks up at Ekko, confused. What would have given him that idea?

“Are you dating?” Ekko asks again. “‘Cause I’ve never seen Viktor smile so much until he brought you down.”

“You don’t have to be dating to make someone happy.” Jinx points out, swinging her legs back and forth under the chair she’s sitting on. “Silco makes Vander happy and they’re not dating.”

Claggor and Ekko visibly recoil at the thought of those two dating. “Why would you say that?” Claggor gags, and Jinx giggles.

“‘Cause it’s rude to say that just because two people aren’t related and make each other happy that they’re dating.” She smiles up at Jayce. “Right?”

Jayce is reminded of his relationship to Caitlyn at that moment. “That’s right. Sometimes people make you happy, your relationship with them doesn’t have to be romantic because of that.”

Ekko makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. “So you don’t want to date Viktor.”

At that, Jayce can feel himself heat up. There’s a round of ‘ooo’s from the kids.

“Wait, you want to date Viktor?!” Jinx shrieks, making Jayce flinch. “Is that why you gave him those knives?!”

“Wait, you were the one to give Viktor knives?!” Claggor yelps, and Jayce covers his ears with his hands.

“Can we please quiet down?” He mutters. “It’s getting really loud.”

The excited chattering of Ekko and Jinx stops, and all of the overstimulation that had started to grow under Jayce’s skin slowly falls away. Slowly.

“Yes, I did give Viktor knives.” He whispers. He can feel the words start to stop in his throat. “And I want to be with him, but I don’t know to what capacity.”

There’s a light knock at the door, and Jayce suppresses the urge to click at the sudden noise. He looks up and sees Viktor, whose eyes are moving quickly over everyone in the room.

“Vander says it’s time for dinner.” He whispers, and the three kids eagerly leave the room to eat. Viktor walks up to Jayce, his footfalls silent. “I am going to hug you, is that alright?”

Jayce nods, all the words he wants to say sticking in his throat and refusing to move. Viktor’s arms wrap around Jayce, holding him close. Jayce moves to hug Viktor back, burying his face into his chest.

“Do you want me to bring you some food?” Viktor’s gentle cadence floats into Jayce’s ear. Would everyone be mad that he didn’t show up? What if Vander or Silco or one of the kids had a question for him? He’s not going to be able to answer, not now, but he doesn’t want to stay and make people-

“Hey, they won’t be mad.” Jayce should wonder how Viktor knows what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t. Viktor always knows what he’s thinking. One of Viktor’s hands moves from Jayce’s back, slowly, slowly to his hair to gently card through it. “They’ll understand. I promise.” Jayce makes a clicking sound from the back of his throat. “Food?” Jayce nods.

Viktor steps back and away from Jayce, leaving the room. He comes back quickly with a bowl of something. Jayce can’t concentrate enough to try and tell what it is. Viktor puts it on the table. It’s steaming, and Viktor’s hand finds its way back to Jayce’s hair.

“‘M sorry.” Jayce forces out. It hurts. He doesn’t want to talk.

“Don’t be.” Viktor whispers. “It happens sometimes. We work through it, like we always do.”

Jayce nods. Viktor’s right, he’s always right. They’ll work through it.

-

“Pray to the gods that this doesn’t kill us.” Viktor mutters as he draws an ‘x’ next to a long measuring tape. He looks up at Jayce, a fiendish grin on his face. His eyes are alight with excitement, and his hair falls around his face to frame them. “Not that they’ll hear, but it’s fun to do anyways.”

“Are you trying to jinx us?” Jayce asks as he slots in the final gear to the miniature Hexgate.

“Jinx is in Zaun.” Viktor quips, standing up and walking towards where Jayce is. “But no, not actively.”

Jayce rolls his eyes and hands Viktor a marble. “Put this in front.”

Viktor smiles at Jayce as he puts the marble in front of the entrance of the Hexgate. “Are you ready?”

“Never.”

Viktor nods at him, and Jayce powers on the miniature. He watches as familiar rune circles he’s drawn hundreds of times appear, surrounding the marble until it disappears in a streak of blue light. There’s a dull ‘tink’ from across the room, and Jayce sees the marble bounce off of the ‘x’.

It worked.

Jayce rushes up to Viktor, hugging him and spinning him around. “It worked!” He laughs, feeling light as air. “Viktor, we did it.”

He looks at Viktor. Viktor looks more beautiful than he usually is. Something in his face changes, softens, lights up. Jayce can feel Viktor’s hands on his face, pulling him down, down, down, until Jayce’s lips touch Viktor’s, and the world explodes into color.

[nate-the-content-creator]

(Timeskip) The Hyoudou-Rhodes family's daughter wants to learn how to duel? She's barely five years old! She can barely hold the cards!

Alexis cleared her throat, which caused the young girl rummaging through a box of her papa’s old belongings to nearly jump out of her skin. “What are you doing up here Asuka? You know Granny Misa’s attic is off limits.” Alexis’ hands were on her hips, and there was a stern look on her face. However, her eyes betrayed that she was rather curious as to what her and Yuki’s daughter was up to.

The little girl in question, Asuka Hyoudou-Rhodes, was the spitting image of her mother. Except for her eyes, teal just like her father and auntie. Barely five years old, and holding her father’s Battle City-era duel disk. “I wanna learn~”

A smile broke out across Alexis’ face. This was certainly her daughter. Taking both Asuka, and the old duel disk into her arms, Alexis made her way downstairs to rejoin her husband, in-laws, and friends.

“Ah, and where was your little Drakon now?” Tali asked as she ran a hand over her very pregnant stomach. The Russian sorceress, was eight months pregnant, and as it was not safe for travel in her delicate state, it seemed as if her and Jackson’s second child was going to have triple citizenship.

“The attic, going through some of Yuki’s old belongings.” Alexis handed her curious daughter over to Yuki, who despite it’s power being long since expired, still wore the Millenium Ring about his neck. She held out his old duel disk, for everyone to see. “Specifically this. She wants to learn how to duel.”

Everyone immediately shifted their attention to the little girl in her papa’s arms. Tali sat up a little straighter, Jackson and his son Viktor Rasputin-Corvus who was six years old, and loved dragons just as much as his father, and uncle’s Yuki and Kai, looked rather excitedly at the little girl who smiled rather sheepishly.

Viktor tugged on his father’s pant leg to get his attention. He liked to keep his hair short like Jackson, yet he had a prowess for magic that could rival his mother. “Papa... she can’t learn to duel with that...”

Jakson smiled, giving his soon-to-be eldest son’s head a gentle pat. And his smile grew when he saw the old Dragons of Justice shirt Viktor was wearing. God did he ever miss those days at Duel Academy. “You’re right little buddy, I’m all for letting her learn, but not on that thing. I don’t even know if it’ll start up.”

“Hold on now.” Alexis cut back in, seriously struggling to hold her laughter in. “She hasn’t even made her first deck yet...”

Immediately there was movement. Jackson, Yuki, and Tali had grabbed their deck boxes, each removing a card, and handing them to Asuka. From Tali was Magician’s Valkyria. Jackson offered up a spare copy of Decoy Dragon. And her papa Yuki had given her his most prized card. Neo the Magic Swordsman.

[icescreams-mindbubble]

Modern AU: Viktor x deaf!Reader (partially)

The Kiramman house was so big that you didn't even feel like it was really a house. They could tell you it was a museum and you wouldn't hesitate for a second. You adjusted your hearing aid to your left ear when you noticed that the tour stopped in the huge courtyard and everyone started chatting as you took a seat. It was Caitlyn's birthday party, who just like you didn't have many friends and she was so lucky (if you can say that) you ended up invited to such an event. You looked at Caitlyn, who was next to you, she only smiled and exchanged short but respectful phrases towards the others, although you could see how under the table she lightly pressed some wrinkles of her skirt between her slender fingers

"He... irl, yes, next... Cait... at's... ur nam..." Said one of the girls in front of you, while your friend who invited you, opened her eyes in surprise at the same time as you, and whispered something in her ear. You couldn't quite understand it, the distortion that was heard while everyone was talking had you slightly distressed.

"Oh... aitlyn... sk her wha... s!" you received one of the looks that was easiest for you to recognize, pity.

Caitlyn was out of it so she asked you again "Well, what's your name? Uhm... Mine is Caitlyn, but you already know that ha...ha"

Caitlyn's voice so calm and clear was a flash of light to your ears, even if she laughed uncomfortably.

"Y-yes... Caitlyn, happy birthday by the way, my name is-"

"Heeey, look who arrived, the great. genius. Talis. and brought you the gift!"

"Jayce!" The young Kiramman moved from her seat to iron the wrinkles of her skirt with her hands and went to hug Jayce, receiving her with open arms.

An indistinguishable bustle came from all the guests, you could see the dazed face of a couple of guys, maybe you guessed it was because of Jayce's presence, maybe you also confirmed it by the looks that the girls at the table were throwing at each other and how they were they were bringing that Talis guy back, you were just guessing because he was the guy that even your friend had a crush on, you knew about him, as well as everyone at that table, assuming you were right of course. Jayce walked along with Caitlyn hugging her neck, a third could be seen walking behind them.

In the middle of the noise a girl got up from her seat, with striking pink hair, she shouted into her hands to amplify the sound. "Hey, Jayce, why are you making us wait so long? it's this pretty cupcake's party, not yours" everyone laughing, Caitlyn just looked at her with a slight smile on her face, a little shy.

Beyond trying to understand the conversation between them, you saw out of the corner of your eye how after accommodating Jayce on her other side, Caitlyn called the young man who was behind them, you only turned your head for a moment to see how all the guests stood still, moving their glances towards something, they looked at you for a second, until you felt that the corner of your eye was filled with the presence of someone from your other side, you looked at the same time as everyone. It was the young man accompanying Jayce.

As if time were magic, suddenly different drinks and snacks had appeared in each part of the table, the mixed noise reappeared, you looked carefully at the desserts, details on the table cloth, centerpiece, your drink , Viktor turning his gaze to your side but not at you.

"Iced rose tea, right?"

You looked at him in surprise, returning a look to your drink, you hadn't even noticed, you smiled a little nervously and nodded immediately.

"I'm not a big fan of drinks, actually. I-I like desserts more."

"I a- I'm not sure, I prefer a specific drink, although a few days ago I tried a cake that had the cake bathed in milk, I could feel... the soft essence of cinnamon... uh-oh you know?"

"Hmm..." you gave him a weird look for a second, when you saw that he cringed a little you laughed, unintentionally drawing everyone's attention. "Yeah, i know."

Somehow you felt your face burning, you weren't sure if it was because you could understand what this guy was saying, maybe it was because he got a little closer because of people noises, or the way he was accentuating his words so you would hear correctly. Was he already aware of your situation? Maybe it was because you had your assistive device right next to him, but he was covered by your hair.

"Hahaha, okay, I thought I sounded so weird, sorry"

"Oh, dont worry about that, I just noticed you like milk, maybe?"

"I know you are guessing, but I am surprised. My name is Viktor, what is your name?"

"It's great to meet you, Viktor, my name is..."

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