#and viktor magic hair... talis

[technically-human]

Jayvik is funny

(Behold, hex-comedy)

[bardic-exasperation]

Viktor's diagram of himself vs. Jayce's diagram of Viktor Jayce didn't have to draw Viktor's floppy hair, but he did, and I love him for that.

[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.

[bitchface24-7]

THE GORGEOUS PROFESSOR TALIS

synopsis: You didn't think Professor Viktor was the only heartthrob at Piltover Academy, did you? Meet his charismatic, undeniably gorgeous partner, Professor Talis. But please, call him Jayce.

warnings: again age gap (Jayce’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, switch!jayce, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m (implied future m/m/f or m/m/m)

Professor Talis doesn’t have his own class at the Academy, instead he and Professor Viktor alternate in “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101.” The two professors are trying to incorporate a lab aspect to the class; so it's not just theory.

There have been many times Professor Talis (please call me Jayce) has taken over from Viktor due to unforeseen circumstances, such as Viktor having a flare-up in pain and being unable to lecture for three hours straight.

Professor Jayce and Professor Viktor have many similarities. They're passionate, intelligent, and quite funny. But it's their differences that set them apart.

Professor Viktor’s voice is smooth, sultry, and his accent makes everything sound sexy. He's got the perfect voice to do ASMR to make people fall asleep.

Professor Jayce is much more hyper. He talks a bit louder and a bit faster than his partner. But his enthusiasm and bright smile make it endearing to witness.

He's also much broader and taller than Professor Viktor. His shoulders are wide, his waist is narrow, and his thighs are begging to be bitten into.

He's got messy hair, a glorious beard, and a microscopic smattering of grey at his temples. He's got a strong jaw, big eyes, pouty lips, a tantalizing neck, and sinfully beautiful body. He too has a brace, except it's on his opposite leg. And his leg seems to be stronger than his partners.

He's also got incredibly sharp canines. You can't help but squish your thighs together envisioning how they'd feel against your neck, your chest, your thighs.

Professor Jayce seems to enjoy receiving praise just as much as giving it to his students. You'll never forget the time you complemented his teaching style and he got all flushed. Shyly looking down as a sweet smile graced those plump lips.

You wanted to devour that man right then and there.

One day, you almost did.

Professor Talis had just casually walked into the classroom, wearing an all-black outfit with red detailing. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair artfully messy, and his slacks obscenely tight.

You felt like leaping across the desk like a lioness to feast on the meal right before your very eyes.

Professor Jayce seemed to be oblivious to the stares he received. You thought that until he stopped right in front of you; ceasing his walk around the classroom, and his bulge was damn near eye level with you.

It was big. Massive really, and quite girthy from what you could make out in the dark fabric. You coquettishly look up as you suck on your lolly, knowing exactly what you're doing.

Professor Jayce just quirks an eyebrow at you as he taps his finger on your table, making you look down at your sheet of paper, “Have you finished your assignment?”

You can't help but impishly nod, “Yes, Professor Talis.” as you give a long lick on your lollipop before popping it into your mouth.

Professor Talis’ eyes darken as his jaw clenched. He's heard about you from Viktor. The smart, slutty student who has a throat to die for and delectable moans that'll keep your spank bank full until the next time you need them.

Jayce just smirks at you and tells you to stay behind after class, there's something he needs to discuss with you.

You were curious.

You weren't expecting to be folded like a pretzel as your gorgeous professor pounded away into you like it was his last day on earth.

Your body is delectably sore, you're stuffed to the brim in cum, and you have bruises all over your body. Hickies surround your neck and chest, hand shaped bruises are on your hips and thighs. You even have some bite marks. You had a feeling his canines would feel amazing. Called it!

You also called it that Professor Talis enjoys praise and being told what to do. Telling him how good his cock feels and that he's doing amazing really amped him up.

You can't help but wonder how demolished you'll be once both Professor Viktor and Jayce get their hands on you.

(You’ll die very happy and very satisfied)

[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.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,026

─ · · SERIES MASTERLIST

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

─────── · ·

─ · · 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.

─────── · ·

─ · · 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.

─────── · ·

─ · · 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.

─────── · ·

─ · · 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.

─────── · ·

─ · · 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."

─────── · ·

─ · · 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?) 👀

─ · · TAGLIST: @sseleniaa

─ · · SERIES MASTERLIST

[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.

[realitycanbewhateveridesire]

𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ✧ 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

(yes, i am back on my bullshit again. and yes, it's another one. or rather...the og one. granted, my backstory and plot for this perticular dr was always weak. forgive me.)

(this is so pretentious...i'm sorry for being cringy. it makes no sense.)

SETTING THE STAGE: meet ℑRIS

stars in her eyes, moonlight in her hair, her lips are poison. she is cosmos trying to disguise itself as a teenage girl.

chaotic mess personified. a zaunite siren and teenage dirtbag rolled into one.

iris is the current cause of jayce talis' headaches and his source of nightmares. or so he claims, the overdramatic man.

but...let's start from the beggining.

born on the late morning/near noon of year 970 an, iris entered the world with a scream. her little fists already curled, as if with anger at the unjust world, that she was born into. unlike one of her soulmates, she didn't arrive into this world surrounded by wealth and splendors but instead within the walls of a small shack, rickety and barely holding together. located down-low, in the very depths of the sump.

this place would not become her home. neither the woman who birthed her would be known to the girl by the name of mother.

instead the child was left without a mother, in the arms of her freshly orphaned half-brother, viktor. and later on raised by her biological father, viktor leaving for the academy and piltover.

since iris' early years, the girl was influenced by zaun's revolutionary circles. with her daddy and his friends at it's very centre, little iris got first row seats to hearing her father's and uncle silco's speeches. both, damn bastards in their own rights. to her, they were icons. she burned their words, their teachings into her mind. drinking it all up.

among many other things, it was this fact that attributed to her greatest ambition becoming the desire to contribute to the cause of zaun, as well as improving the conditions of her home.

iris was a restless wild child. between that and the healing factor of her magic, it was easy for her to miss the signs of her soulmate connection. the random scrapes and bruises would heal themselves too fast to be noted (don't worry guys, i figured that vi was one of my soulmates later on in my childhood. we aren't a couple yet, cuz idk. i am kinda scared to be in relationship. so, i want it to unfold organically.). her father has put that energy to use. he had her trained in combat and firearms. exchanged favors to have the brightest minds he knew tutor her.

and when she started showing the first signs of inheriting his arcane abilities, he began mentoring her.

iris was a piece of clay to be molded, a blade to be sharpened, his prodigy. and she would develop both her skills and knowledge even after erik was killed. a few days prior to the day of ash.

by the current age of sixteen, iris was competent fighter, artist and tinkerer. and a teenage menace as well.

she was living with benzo and ekko then, the three of them a makeshift family. arguing with the former constantly, angered at vander's and the middle-aged man's passivity towards topside's treatment of the undercity.

somewhere in the trajectory of her life, iris attempted to rob the apartment/workshop of jayce talis alongside her friends. the group was unaware of the dangers posed by the volatile hex crystals stored inside. the resulting explosion has injured both iris and vi, with the former being hit with a powerful blast of hextech magic energy. and unbeknowst to them, their other soulmate was injured too. she was just a wall away, an irony of fate. their soulmate connection meant they kept hurting each other. the three of them would have died, if not for the white-haired girl's self-healing powers. but even those were limited when faced with magic-caused wounds.

violet's siblings: mylo, claggor and powder had reluctantly fled the scene of crime. remaining uncaptured by enforcers.

the three teens eventually recovered, the incident shining light to them being soulmates.

through the series of chaotic shenanigans, both vi and iris narrowly escaped being sentenced to the stillwater's hold prison. and the former, somehow even managed to become councillor heimerdinger's apprentice. she has been (funnily enough) assigned to viktor and jayce as a student/apprentice thing, to talis' utter horror.

(here is basically where i lose any idea what to script lol. sorry for this not making any sense.)

when it comes to fighting and powers, i have smoke-related powers and self-healing/regenerative powers. for the sake of combat, i also added spider-sense essentially, super speed and strength, as well as flexibilty, agility, etc.

i'm also not gonna lie, i am jinx's rip-off in my dr. i use explosives, guns and blades in combat. along with utilizing my smoke powers to confuse my enemies.

also, as you had guessed from the backstory...my dr is set in act 1 of season 1 more or less.

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH SOULMATES?

basically, soulmates are a thing in my arcane dr. the thing is...they're very, very rare occurance in runeterra. to the point of becoming a thing of myths/legends. i haven't really specified how the bond works in my dr, but i just headcanon that it manifests different depending on particular connection.

for mine, i take inspo/basically copy the idea from @/somewillwin's caitvi soulmates au. we share pain and injuries.

...

and...i guess that's all i have for now.

if you managed to get through that wall of text, then thank you <3

[tachyteliic]

[ cont. from x @vaarsal ]

You should have.

Three words burn in his bloodstream like venom. The day Viktor left— it hurt. It still hurts. Jayce has had to face his mistake every single day. He’s had to use his regret as fuel for weeks. His former partner’s face is impassive, and Jayce feels the resentment bubbling to the surface. He grits his teeth to keep himself silent, heartbeat thundering beneath scars and muscle. Jayce tips his face down, messy hair falling forward. Gaze like melted honey, beautiful and burning, still peering up at Viktor.

“I should have done more. Known more.” Talis agrees quietly, broad shoulders heaving with each heavy breath. His knuckles whitening as they grip the hilt of his hammer. You set us on this course, Jayce. You.

The words burn on contact— it’s acid poured down his spine, fire through his nerves and bones. The noise he makes is something between a sob and a crack of anger. Jayce snarls back, tone drenched in bitter resentment that doesn’t quite reach glassy eyes. “You aren’t fucking faultless here, Viktor. I made my mistakes and I’m trying to correct them. I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m not going to fail you— not again.”

And he lifts the hammer— magic charged by runes flashes within. The head shifting, breaking apart to prepare for a fierce and violent blast.

[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.

[technically-human]

More hex-comedy

[ta1is]

INFO

Name: Jayce Talis

Aliases: Man of Progress, The Golden Boy

Age: Mid-Late 20s, Early 30s (verse-dependent)

Gender: Male (he/him)

Romantic/sexual orientation: Bi bi bi

Eye color: Goldish hazel

Hair color: Dark brown

Height: 6’2”

Occupation: Scientist, Councilor

Personality:

The people pleaser who fails to please anyone. A man with good intentions pursued by bad methods. Jayce Talis has stood for—and always will stand for—the greater good, having a heart in the right place but driven by emotions that lead to rash and oftentimes questionable decisions. He’s a scientist at his core, innately curious and ambitious in his dedication to his work, and from a young age, his particular interest in the Arcane has led the majority of his research. His dominating desire is to help people, to provide quality-of-life improvements, but he’s been burned before by the reality of what issues may come hand-in-hand with those improvements.

Some might call him naive, others may straight-up call him gullible, but Jayce genuinely believes in the goodness of humanity—which further bolsters his want to help, especially with the state of affairs between Piltover and the rising nation of Zaun. Though he never wished to get involved in politics, his becoming a Council member opened his eyes to both how dangerously influential that position can be and also how fortunate he is to be in a place where he can make a change. He’s on a pedestal, but still stuck between trying to improve the lives of everyone, trying to appease everyone, and eventually coming to the harsh truth that the latter, at the very least, is impossible.

He has a shitty part to play, sacrifices to make, and a never-ending list of people disappointed in him, but he endeavors to stay true to his ideals no matter how many times he finds himself led astray. Despite the pressures, the lessons learned (sometimes more than once), Jayce refuses to become embittered by the world and continues to fight for what he believes in—hoping that said beliefs are right.

History:

Born into House Talis, low-ranking nobility in Piltover, Jayce was expected to continue the family business as a toolmaker; however, after a life-changing event where a cloaked stranger used magic to rescue him and his mother from a snowstorm, his passion shifted. He became all but obsessed with the Arcane, henceforth dedicating his life and studies to exploring whether it was possible to harness magic through science. As Jayce grew older, he attended the Academy in Piltover, his studies supported and funded by one of the most respected houses in the city, House Kiramman.

After a break-in at Jayce’s workshop resulted in an explosion, the authorities got involved and came to learn about the unauthorized research he was performing. He was put on trial, expelled from the academy, and revoked all rights to continue his work, which left him devastated—albeit temporarily. The assistant to the Dean, Viktor, approached him after all was said and done expressing an interest in Jayce’s pursuits. Against the academy’s approval, the two began to look deeper into Jayce’s notes, and only once they’d proven Jayce’s theory of creating magic from science was possible did the Council take an interest . . . and all of those hopes and dreams were reignited.

They called it Hextech.

Many years later, Jayce’s rise to fame was cemented by the invention of the Hexgates, which turned Piltover into a global shipping lane. He became known as “The Golden Boy,” “Man of Progress,” and was tasked with improving lives in the city by inventing more useful tools powered by Hextech. When the theft of a Hextech Gemstone by a Zaunite (Jinx) instilled fear of it being weaponized against Piltover, Jayce was abruptly promoted to a Councilor so he had the resources and power to safeguard Hextech operations.

From his new seat, Jayce would not only progress his studies, but become involved in the politics of Piltover’s relationship both with other nations and with the undercity. He held himself entirely responsible for the use and misuse of Hextech, which not only put a ton of stress on his shoulders, but resulted in his being torn between an original refusal to create weapons from it and the harsh reality of the necessity to do so—particularly with the threat of the Zaunites rising against them. He’d succumb to the latter, instigating violence: a decision, among many, he’d come to regret.

But, if nothing else, it opened his eyes to how much more serious the issues between Piltover and Zaun happened to be, and just how dangerous Hextech is. With the heavy heart of a leader, he’d have many more difficult decisions to make in the future, especially for one with a deep care for both nations’ well-being . . . alongside the realization of what his inventions have and would become.

Extra notes (headcanon tag):

Imagine having the best intentions but always fucking them up? Now you understand Jayce Talis. 👍

Genuinely does not enjoy being a politician. Would much rather just be in his lab doing experiments all day. Look, he recognizes why he’s in that position, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. (Also: it was a horrible decision, really. This boy was not meant to be in power.)

Very accepting of people’s different lifestyles (at least before the Council’s influence, but even when he has some lapses because of that, he’s still himself at his core). Doesn’t think any less of Zaunites, for example.

“Fuck it, we ball” mindset. (See why he’s not a good politician?) Incredibly impulsive and passionately (stupidly) follows his heart’s whims most of the time. Consequences? Whomst?

Charming and irresponsible. *Irresistible.

The hype man of all time. Biggest supporter of his friends, and loud about it.

Physical touch is a huge love language for him. When he’s close to you, he’ll be very openly affectionate, oftentimes initiating some form of contact. This escalates the closer he is to you: a simple hand on the shoulder will turn into him just draping himself over you entirely.

Call him a good boy. See what happens. I dare you.

Man’s built like a dorito, which is fitting, since he’s pretty damn bold for a guy who has no idea what he’s doing.

Though he’s prone to making mistakes, he’s just as willing to admit to those mistakes and take the fall for them; Jayce may have some pride, but not nearly enough to refuse to recognize his errors and strive to learn from them.

Workaholic, but not at the expense of his own health (most of the time).

He’s comfortable in the limelight, but doesn’t try to hog it. If he’s getting credit for his success, then so should everyone else with theirs.

A major habit of his when he’s seeking comfort is to just put his head in someone’s lap; stroke his hair while he’s in that position and he’ll instantly be putty.

Jayce works off his stress in the forge. If you can’t find him in his lab or attending some soiree, you’ll find him there just going to town.

Probably needs reading glasses but doesn’t even realize it. It’s hard to tell if it’s his eyesight that’s struggling or just exhaustion warping his sight when he’s working a ton—but he gets mild headaches possibly from squinting.

It is his ✨privilege✨ to get on his knees for you. Please let him.

[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.

[valewright67]

Thinking about Talis managing to tear a ragged hole through realities, panting and gasping as he gracelessly manages to claw his way through it. His war hammer has long since been tainted by The Arcane, and glitching energy regularly wracks his body that isn't anything LIKE his Viktor's was, doesn't have the right channels to bear the burden of the Arcane he has forced upon himself in this mad quest. He looks like a wreck, beard grown out, hair greasy and stringy, deep bags under his eyes, and Acrane corruption coursing over his body in pulsing streaks, rune fused to his wrist. Even his eyes aren't quite their signature ambered hazel anymore, but rather a sickly, glowing gold.

He arrives in time for This Week's Battle/Flirtation between Giopara and MH Viktor, but between how he is positioned, and his single minded focus on Giopara, he tunnel visions in on the man. Both Giopara and MH Viktor had frozen in startled confusion as they watched an Arcane rift open itself, then watched Talis emerge.

"YOU. I finally- Oh, hahaha, I FINALLY found you." He gives a Deranged little chuckle, warped hammer dragging along the ground with an agonizing screech, entire form glitching for a tense second as he grunts through it.

"What- What the fuck?" Giopara hisses, taking a wary step backwards, his own oversized hammer held firmly in hand.

"Do you- have ANY idea- how DIFFICULT it was to track you through the Arcane? How many worlds I disintegrated trying to find you? How my body has corrupted and warped under the flux of this damned magic I was never meant to weild?" A manic grin sprawls over his face. "But Ohohoho, this makes it aaalllllll worth it. Because YOU- you came to MY world, without invite or provocation, and you KILLED. MY. VIKTOR. You blasted a HOLE through the chest of my Viktor, my PARTNER, my FUCKING. EVERYTHING. Then just LEFT, while I held him as he gasped out his final breathes! And now-" He cackles, hauling his hammer up into a ready hold, being glitching once more, "Now I'm going to pay you back tenfold, you fucking bastard."

He lunges, and Giopara only just barely manages to scramble out of the way, hammer raised to block the next blow. MH Viktor's stubbornly human emotions flare beneath the suppressants as he watches in a sort of stunned awe. He only shakes himself out of it when Giopara shoots him a desperate (and frankly, pissed off, but that's pretty standard) look, struggling to hold Talis at bay.

Oh, he is going to give Giopara so much shit for this later, what the Hell.

"Jayce. Jayce!" He calls, hoping he is correct in his assumption, and knowing he is when Talis stops in his tracks, slowly turning his head to look at him. There's a tense moment of silence, and Talis starts shaking a little bit. "You- that cannot- Viktor-?"

MH Viktor slowly raises a hand to his mask, pressing a switch and allowing it to fall into his hands with a quiet hiss of releasing air. He knows his face no longer carries the softness of humanity, what with the metal augmentations and the black scelaras of his changed eyes, but this Jayce looks at him desperately, like he's the first sign of water after weeks in the desert.

"Viktor."

"Yes. Not yours, I'm afraid. But you're not mine either." His eyes flick to his Jayce, who is winding up to attack his still frozen counterpart. He himself freezes when MH Viktor levels him with a glare and a quick shake of his head. Giopara scowls, but stands down, and Viktor slowly starts walking to Talis.

"Did he kill your Jayce too? Is that why you're here?"

"No. He IS my Jayce, unfortunately. But he is MY Jayce. And I'm sorry for what he did to YOUR Viktor. You clearly... had a different dynamic than Giopara and I share. There are certainly days when I would not mind you ending his life."

"Hey-!"

"Shut it, Giopara, I'm trying to save your sorry ass." His tone is clipped, and Talis let's out a teary giggle, hammer slowly lowering as Giopara grumbles.

"But he is still MY Jayce. Not yours. And I'm sorry for what he's done and the loss you have suffered. But I can't let you kill him."

His hammer hits the ground with a dull thud. "...I never could say no to you." He whispered, and his eyes are more calculating as they catalog him now. "You're... the Machine Herald now. Aren't you?"

"I am. Was your Viktor also-?"

"Not quite. But others were. Some of the worlds that I destroyed on my way here were already dead by your hand. A few Viktor's even asked me to destroy them. But you're not that far gone yet, I don't think."

THAT'S ALL IVE GOT, IDK WHERE TO GO FROM HERE, IM NOT THAT FAMILIAR WITH THE LOL CHARACTERIZATIONS

Thinking of some art and fics I’ve seen where Jayce Giopara somehow got sent into the Arcane dimension and either badly hurt or kills Arcane!Viktor. Thinking of Jayce Talis coming just too late, having to watch, helpless, as a version of himself kills the man he would sacrifice anything to save.

Considering their divorce era, I think Talis would crash out harder than anyone’s ever crashed out before. Not Jinx, not Caitlyn, maybe Viktor in his Act 3 post-cult era. Maybe. Frankly I think this man would make the first interdimensional nuclear bomb. He’d become the Machine Herald of his own universe and then cross dimensions just to start the cycle over.

[bitchface24-7]

THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR

synopsis: Professor Viktor, the most sought out and dreamt of professor at Piltover Academy. Luckily for you… you’re his favourite student.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, no beta we die like most of the characters in Arcane

genre: m/f, m/m (however you label yourself, I hope you can read this and enjoy it!)

Professor Viktor hasn’t been a professor for very long at the academy. After he and his partner Jayce Talis revolutionized machinery and magic in the form of Hextech, well… the academy and the council wanted their genius shared with the younger generations.

“The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” became a hit. This course had the highest approval ratings, least amount of absences, and highest amount of A students in the history of the academy.

Viktor’s proud of his students work, everyone else sees it as it is. Everyone is doing amazing due to their hot professor.

His attitude, his humour, his accent, his beauty. Professor Viktor is sin incarnate and doesn’t seem to realize it. The dreamy sighs, the lustful gazes. It all goes over his head like water down a ducks back.

Having Jayce come in as a guest speaker doesn’t help in the slightest.

The two men are gorgeous. Jayce with his broad shoulders, messy hair, and wonderful beard. A few strands of grey focused on his temples.

Viktor with his long hair, sultry eyes, lithe frame that’s mostly delectable legs. He dresses wonderfully too. All tailored to fit his frame perfectly. His tiny waist seems almost impossibly small.

Viktor tries his best to be impartial to his students; neutral as a good teacher should be… but there’s something about you.

You’re bright, intelligent, well-spoken. Overall beautiful. He can’t stop looking at you during lectures, he can’t stop thinking about you in the privacy of his own home; in his office as well.

You always pay attention in class, you ask riveting and inspiring questions, you continue the conversation Viktor is desperately trying to create to invigorate the students the way he and Jayce were all those years ago.

Your pretty eyes, soft looking lips, shiny hair. The way the academy uniform compliments your figure in all the right ways. He’s a man obsessed.

He knows you’re at least physically attracted to him. The way you bite your lip when you look at him, when you shyly look down when he compliments your work with a sultry “good job”

How you jolt in your seat from daydreaming when he comes up behind you and whispers in your ear to pay attention.

He wants to see how you react to other stimuli. A practical theory if you will.

Will you be good and listen to Viktor’s every command? Or will you be bratty; needing to be put over Viktor’s lap and your ass reddened to be taught a lesson. Would you prefer his hand, a ruler, or maybe even his cane?

How pretty would you look on your knees, taking his cock down your throat? Would your eyes water? Would you choke? Or are you secretly a slut, who can take it no problem.

Are you a moaner, a whimperer, a screamer, or a crier?

He knows his blatant desires for you are cementing you as his “favourite student” you can do things others can only dream of.

You can come to class late and not need a valid excuse, you can borrow any materials without reasoning, you can stay as late as you want during office hours; when anyone else would be politely but firmly told that their time was up.

People have noticed, everyone but you it seems. The rest of the class can’t help but envy you. How the hell do you have such a drop dead gorgeous man wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even realize it!

You’re going to realize it soon, when Viktor tells you to stay behind after class. That he has a theory he’d like to discuss with you.

That theory leaves you with your face feeling like it’s on fire, your throat sore, your body aching in a delicious way, your legs bowed, and your appearance completely disheveled.

Viktor gets the answers he’s been desperately craving and is not disappointed. He can’t wait for the semester to be over. He wants you, and he can pursue you when he’s no longer your professor.

He just gave you a taste of what he’ll give you everyday if you agree to be his.

(You’ll agree to be his. He rocked your shit)

[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. 

____

Arcane taglist:

@grumpyoutlaw @thehistoriangirl @rainbowpitofdoom @wizarrdofooze @uniquedeerwitch @ace-of-zaun @aerynwrites @queenxxxsupreme @beeblybub

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please send me a message or ask or something.

[squishy0823]

•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!!

—————

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.