#if heimerdinger was there he would be drinking a milk. thanks

[highquality-not]

oh also now that chapter 1 of my new fic (king and lionheart) is up i can post this list of why each character matches up to the cocktails mylo makes for them in the opening scene!!

vi - boulevardier with rye which is basically like a negroni but made with canadian whiskey aka rye instead of gin. vi takes her whiskey neat (her coffee black and her bed at 3), but when this gets made for her she likes it way more than plain whiskey

jinx: peach juice with a metal straw and grenadine on the sides of the glass because canonly she drinks juice at the bar and in this fic she's on some medications that don't mix well with alcohol

ekko: firefly aka vodka, grapefruit juice, and grenadine because of the name and because the grenadine matches jinx's drink and they are In Love thank you. he isn't in the scene in question but this is his drink its so important to me

viktor: virgin empress gin fizz made with lavender & juniper syrup, the syrup mimics the colour of empress gin (purple) because of his thing with shimmer. i also feel he wouldnt drink alcohol because he is probably on meds/doctor's instructions not to

jayce: gibson, aka a martini with vodka & dry vermouth & pickled mini onions skewered in the shape of a hammer mostly bcuz i feel like modern!jayce loves bond movies so i wanted martini-adjacent (also because he just strikes me as a pickled onion fan)

mel: caipirinha, made of cachaça, lime juice & sugar. specifically golden sugar on the rim of the glass. this is because mel is pretty and deserves a pretty drink, and i think it's fun that the golden sugar matches the colour of her magic in the show

caitlyn: perfect storm, which is grand marnier, lime, ginger beer, and bitters, chiefly because caitlyn in this fic is vi's perfect storm and because she carries a lot of bitterness about her past so a drink with bitters just made sense

[blissfulip]

Dopamine

on AO3

Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut.

Cw: mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption

Words: 2k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly. (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 3: Between rage and something else

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous. Nervous didn’t even cut it at this point, you were dreading this meeting, and not even a pep talk from Moira (and her pep talks were known to be incredibly effective) helped get your usual confidence back. You scolded yourself the entirety of your walk there; how can you let someone as non threatening as Viktor shake your grounds so easily? It’s not like he would ever ‘win’ any of your fights, it’s not like…shake it off, you idiot. The voice in your head was correct, though. You never allowed him to make you flustered or visibly annoyed, but this recent excessive and prolonged contact with him had been proving to be much more than you could handle.

Nevertheless, the matter being official Academy business gave you no choice but to withstand his many attempts at slandering your work and being simply vexatious and arrogant. Many a deep breath later, you entered the café. He was sitting on a table near the farthest wall and did not seem to have noticed your entrance until you approached him. 

“You are late.”

“It’s 1:07” 

“You said 1:00, my time is valuable.”

“I apologize, I’m sure you have many things to do at the lab,” you said, making sure the sarcasm in your voice came through. 

He was unable to retort since, before you could even sit on the chair opposite him, a waitress was already standing next to the table with a wide grin. 

“Welcome! How are you two doing today?”

“I’m wonderful, thank you.” You tried as hard as you could to let go of the frown you’d been carrying and be as nice as possible to her, Viktor answering with a polite smile as well. 

“That is so great to hear! Can I get you something to start?”

“Just drip coffee and sweet milk for him.” Viktor was initially annoyed that you had spoken over him, but his feelings soon changed into unfiltered confusion. 

“Sure thing! I'll be back with those in a minute, let me know if you need anything else.” She said and then disappeared among the group of people at the counter who were taking their orders to go. 

“How did you know?”

“What?”

“What I wanted to order”

“What do you mean? It’s literally all you drink,” You said in a dismissive tone that just made him even more puzzled. You would’ve dropped the matter there if his expression wasn’t so utterly perplexed. “Viktor, just because I don’t like you, it doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

“Right, eh, I got the notebook, where would you like to start?” He said, trying to deflect. 

“Why can’t I write?”

“I got the notebook first, I write. And my handwriting is better anyway.”

“Fine, I asked Heimerdinger how many days we were allotted for the conference, and he said we needed to have it all on the same day, but we could get two different venues in the same place to split the different disciplines.”

“Why is that necessary?”

“I doubt the people who attend to see the chemistry presentations will be interested in sticking around for the arts talk, so rather than having people stand up and leave, we can split the disciplines into two different venues”

“Hm, sure.” He said, opening the notebook to start scribbling down, “Chemistry, engineering and biology on one venue, arts, history and language on the other.”

"Exactly,” You started to say before being gracefully interrupted by the sweet waitress with your drinks.  

“Here’s yours, and here’s the drip coffee, are we all good?”

“Yes, everything is perfect, thank you so much”

“No problem at all! And can I just say you two are such a lovely couple? I haven’t seen a couple go out with matching outfits in so long, it makes me so giddy to see!”

“We are not—” Viktor was quick to answer, but you were quicker.

“—matching, this is our work uniform. Maybe we should go out with matching outfits one day, though, that sounds so fun! Right, my love?” 

Shock is not a strong enough word to describe what Viktor was going through at the moment, his ears red with embarrassment and his silence deafening.  

“Don’t mind him; he’s shy,” you said, shooting her a warm smile as she did the same and turned to leave once again.

There was another minute of muted annoyance in Viktor's eyes, contrasting with the smug chuckle you let out. 

“Are you out of your mind? What was that about?”

“What? That was hilarious,” You said, shrugging.

“Why do you always do that? What is so fun about being a mythomaniac?”

“I don’t always do that, only to get out of uncomfortable situations. Can you imagine how awkward she would’ve felt if we had corrected her? She’s happy, and I got to see you flustered, so I’m happy; everyone wins!”

“I’m not— Whatever. Stop doing that."

“So, about scheduling, we need to decide the order of the speakers.” You said, still with a smirk on your lips. Viktor nearly sighed in relief.

“For venue number one, I think it should be me, biology second and you third.”

“There is no way I’m going last; I want to leave as early as possible, not to mention the bio students are probably going to be the largest crowd, so if anything, he should go last to retain the audience for as long as possible.”

“There’s the same amount of students in all disciplines.”

“I’m talking about the turnout on the day of, more people are going to show up for him.” 

“How can you be so sure of that? You don’t even remember his name.”

“First of all, neither do you, and second of all, he is hot; all the students swoon over him.”

“That’s preposterous.” There was a tinge of more annoyance in his eyes. 

“If you paid attention to anything other than those little blue crystals, you would’ve noticed.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not a good enough reason to change the schedule”

“Why can’t it be me, him, and you, then? You can close off the show, rock star!”

“We can both write out proposals for the order and present them to the others at our next group meeting; the best one wins.”

“Ugh, everything is a competition for you, isn’t it?” You said now visibly annoyed.

This comment seemed to irk him differently than usual; perhaps he felt you were right, or perhaps he felt hurt by your comment, but either way, it seemed to have worn him down. A sigh of resignation and a massage on his temples later, and he was apparently ready to give up. 

“Have it your way then, princess.” 

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This had an effect on you, but definitely not the one he intended. After writing the order of the schedule down and ironing out some other details, you offered to take this information to Lara so she could design the material for advertising. You would’ve gone to the art labs (more like studios, but they all called them labs since every researcher workspace was in the same wing of the Academy), but for obvious reasons you couldn’t, so you made plans to meet up at her dorm that very night.

Lara was as fun as you expected. Moira had been your only friend at the Academy for years. You always preferred to keep to yourself, and although Jayce was your friend too, technically, his proximity to Viktor made it difficult for you to hang around his work space without starting any fights, so hanging out with someone new felt refreshing. 

The work meeting was quick. After you had settled into one of the comfortable puff chairs scattered throughout the small room, she began to offer you drinks and food. One gossip session later, she offered you one of her tiny nightgowns, and before you noticed, you were having a full-on slumber party. 

It felt good to relax like this. You chastised Viktor a lot for being too obsessed with his work, but you weren’t too far off from that yourself, not having had a night to wind down with friends in at least a year. She made cocktails that tasted like sweet nectar and fruit too, so it was so easy for the both of you to be way over tipsy when you heard a knock on the door that she went to answer. 

“Guess what, sweetheart! It's your worst enemy!” You heard her scream from over at the door and then come over, slightly tumbling, with a very confused Viktor on one arm. "Come, come, come, err... want a drink? Some chips? We’re havin’ some chips, aren’t we, hun? Here, have some chips..."

“Eh, no, thank you; I just came over to correct a mistake I made on the notes I sent her with. It should’ve said 6:00 pm instead of 8 p.m. on the first time slo— “

"Yeah, yeah, tell me again tomorrow, though I won’t remember,” Lara said again in between giggles as she let go of his arm and sat down on the bed. 

Throughout all of this, you stayed silent, looking up at him as you sank into one of the puffs. He blushed for a second time that day, as you noticed, and he made it a point to look at the floor every time Lara spoke. When he looked at you, even though you tried to repress it, you smiled in amusement. 

“Can you at least write it down?” He told you. 

“I’ll write it down, yeah,” You said, crossing your legs. 

“Now?”

“Are you in a rush, Vik?” You said standing up lazily.

There’s a kind of blushing that bares the soul— Not the kind where one’s embarrassed; you’ve seen that on Viktor plenty of times as it settled on his ears—the kind where you could see pink and peach and red all mix to boil over his cheeks. You didn’t know for sure, but the crinkle of his nose and the long but broken-up breath he took showed something beyond simple timidness, something darker. 

Perhaps it was the scanty lace of your nightgown and your own spirit-induced rosy cheeks, or maybe you had unlocked in him a new level of rage. You wanted to see it again, that was for sure, whatever the cause was.  

“You two seem to be having a lot of fun; write down the correct time, and I’ll be on my way”

And that you did, you had a lot more time to figure this out in your next meetings. He turned and left through the door as soon as he made sure the information was recorded, and you were left to silently ponder what you had just seen while you continued to have fun with Lara. 

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Viktor heel-and-toe raced all the way back to his dorm as fast as his legs allowed him. From the outside, it would seem he was trying to run away from something, and in a way he was. He thought maybe leaving the place was good enough to leave that feeling behind, but alas, it wasn't. 

Only when the door handle did not turn did he notice his palms were sweating, and it went downhill from there. Every step he took inside his room came with a new realization. He sat in the dark for a while; his skin felt a little too much like skin, his heart was incredibly squeezed and restricted sitting in his throat, and his face was hot enough to boil the sweat dripping down his forehead. He would’ve mistaken this for unbridled rage in any other circumstance, he could have, if it hadn’t been for the uncomfortable feeling of tightness in his pants.

The line was so blurry, he thought, between rampant fury and arousal, they shared the same place in the brain and produced some of the same hormones. But this was not supposed to happen. There was so much more about you to loathe than to like, or at least that’s what he had always believed. 

Perhaps this is why it feels so good to hate her, Viktor thought. 

However, this felt like letting you win. And if you were right about something, it was that Viktor was competitive. A cold shower should do it. 

[aerynwrites]

Kisses and Sweet Milk

Viktor x Fem!reader

A/N: I really just wanted to write some soft sweet Viktor okay? Although I am open to a part 2 if you’d like to see a…continuation of this! Thank you to @all-hallows-evie for beta reading this for me :)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, slightly spicy content (just heated kissing y’all that’s if). Soft viktor.

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“Who would have thought this could be possible?” Viktor’s accented voice meets your ears as you walk through the halls of the academy towards your dormitory, “Magic! The Arcane! contained through science for the first time in history. Something that would have taken who knows how many more years to discover if Jayce’s research was destroyed.”

You smiled and nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket as you both approached your door, “All because of you,” you remind him, causing a small blush to appear on the man's cheeks, “You were the one who wanted to seek him out. You gave him a chance.”

Viktor lets out a small laugh as you unlock the door to your small dorm and open the door, gesturing to him to follow you in. After the excitement in Heimerdinger’s office earlier, neither of you were tired and you had offered Viktor a cup of sweet milk while you discussed things.

“I suppose you’re right.” He relents, cane clicking against the floor as he follows you into your small kitchen.

You go about heating up your drinks as Viktor continues to talk about various ideas and the possibilities that this discovery could mean. He takes the small mug of sweet milk from you, sipping absentmindedly as he continues to talk before he finally falls silent. Allowing both of you to finally absorb what actually happened tonight.

You set your mug off to the side and a small smile tugs at your lips. “I still can’t believe we were floating around in the air,” you say, mind conjuring up the way the room filled with beautiful blue light, the way such low gravity made Viktor’s hair float around his face.

Stop that.

You chastise yourself at your thoughts. You’ve been harboring feelings for your friend, and fellow assistant for several years now. But the thought of ruining things has kept those feelings hidden. Viktor had much larger goals than you in his life, as much as it pained you to admit it.

Viktor huffs another laugh and nods, “Me either, there have never been so many possibilities until this moment. Possibilities for good, possibilities to help people. In Piltover and the Undercity alike.”

His voice falls slightly in volume as he speaks and his eyes come up to meet your own gaze. You know about his background how hard he fought to get where he is today, where he is right now. And as his golden eyes lock with yours all your thoughts go out the window.

His eyes flit from your own down to your lips and then back again. And it feels like your stomach erupts in butterflies. The man beside you turns, leaning his hip against the counter as he moves to face you. You don’t say anything as you mirror his actions, afraid if you speak that it will break whatever spell has come over you both. Viktor moves first, the hand not holding his cane coming up to cradle your jaw, thumb resting on your cheek. His skin is cool, a stark contrast to your heated cheeks.

“Viktor…” his name leaves your lips in a whisper and you can’t say anything more before his lips are on yours.

His lips are soft against your own but he presses himself firmly against you. Your hands move from where they lay at your sides to fist the fabric of his vest between your fingers. You had thought about this moment more than you’d like to admit, but it was never like this. You expected soft, hesitant, timid…all the things that Viktor is everyday. But this is different. It’s tender but passionate, lips moving agsint your own urging you to pull him closer.

The cane falls from his hand to the floor with a clatter as he moves to wrap an arm around your waist. Before you can even register it, Viktor has shifted you both so your hips are pressed into the counter behind you as he presses up agsint your front, trying to get as physically close to you as possible.

You pull away briefly, sucking air into your lungs just a few times before his lips are on yours again. Hands trail from his sides upwards to card through his hair, one hand resting at the base of his neck while the other tugs slightly at the chestnut strands. The muffled groan he lets out makes your knees wobble, but you force yourself to stay standing as you feel his tongue prod gently at the seam of your lips.

You grant him access immediately, sighing happily as his tongue slides against your own. You can’t help but notice the faint sweetness of his earlier drink as he continues to kiss you. His hands have moved by this point, one bracing himself against the counter while the other has slipped beneath your shirt, fingers digging into the flesh of your hip.

Finally, when you feel slightly lightheaded, you push him away gently. You don’t let him get far though, keeping his forehead pressed against your own with a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Both of your breaths come out in quiet pants, brushing over each other’s cheek lightly.

“What was that?” you finally ask, voice quiet as you open your eyes to look into his own.

Viktor smiles, the kind of smile that lifts one side of his lips and makes your knees weak every time. He shrugs, “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, shock written on your features before you smile at him, hope bursting in your chest. “I’ve wanted that too. For a long time.”

“So…” Viktor’s voice drops as his thumb rubs gentle circles on your hip, “It would be safe to assume I could do it again?”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, cheeks warming as he looks at you. “I think I would be agreeable to that.”

The man before you laughs before leaning forward to kiss you again. And as you both stand in your kitchen, Viktor’s arms tightening around you. You can’t think of anywhere else you’d want to be.

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