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you-know-honey · 2 months ago

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omggg i see you are taking viktor x reader requests and i am in desperate need of something relatively cute and fluffy after act 3 🥲

i’ve had this idea for ages where once viktor and the reader starts dating, viktor just generally starts being healthier and a little better? even though his leg is still the same he is stronger and in less pain (he really deserves this come onnn).because he is totally smitten by the reader he is spending loads of time with them which ends up to him getting more rest, eating better, etc. the reader maybe does subtle things to encourage that but in some ways it happens naturally. (although i’ve seen some scenarios where the reader helps viktor with massages/physio and that is so wholesome too)

maybe he is talking to the reader after some months of dating, sharing how he feels better in his body and how he wants to actively try to be better? like, before his work was his whole life and he had kinda given up on his health - he just wanted to make the most progress in whatever time he had. but now he wants to spend the rest of his life with the reader and is willing to fight for it (and come on that will also help him work more anyway)

thought it was a cute idea and i love your work so i’d love to see your take on this!!! ❤️

Hanging in Your Hands

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5K

2/2→→→

Viktor finds in you a love that subtly transforms him: without realizing it, he begins to take better care of himself, rest better and relieve his pain, all thanks to the peace you bring him. Finding a way to show you what he could never do with words.

N/A: English is not my native language, feel free to correct me in the comments and I will update it. Remember to share and comment if you liked it. Endnotes.

The cold of the early morning began to creep in through the window, giving your body chills from head to toe. You didn't want to wake up, you felt like you had barely slept a second after so much work.

You couldn't get anything more than a superficial sleep that ended even with the walking of an ant on your neighbor's floor. The bed felt too big for some reason and there was no pillow to hug that didn't make you feel terribly alone. You sighed, knowing it would be another long night, you went down to the kitchen to get some tea to sleep, if getting high was the only way to fall asleep so be it. While you watched the steam come out of your cup you leaned against the wall of the hallway, looking at your empty room. You couldn't help but let your imagination fly to a corner where you didn't want it to be, the darkness emulated with the shadows a sleeping figure on one side of the bed and your mind quickly gave it shape and name...Viktor.

NO.

You shook your head to get that image out of your mind, being in love with your boss was already a silly thing, you shouldn't even think about something like that. But... you couldn't help it, you liked to imagine him around the apartment, like your own homely fantasy.

The violent knocking from the other side of the front door brought you out of your little daydream. You pulled the blankets tighter around you, it wasn't time for visitors.

“Y/N!” Sky’s voice called from the other side of the door, she seemed agitated and in total panic.

You quickly rushed to open the door, finding your friend and coworker in tears and as pale as a sheet of paper.

“Sky? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You rushed to take her inside and sit her on the couch as she tried to catch her breath.

“It’s Viktor, he’s in the hospital, he fainted and… and he started bleeding! He won’t wake up!”

Sky said something else, but your mind refused to continue listening. You could feel your entire body turning into glass and shattering, your heart had stopped suddenly before beating desperately again.

That night was the worst night of your life. You don’t remember what happened exactly, you just remember dressing up in one of your long work jackets to hide your pajamas, not even bothering to put on shoes, arriving at the hospital and searching every room in desperation only to find him intubated and still unconscious on a stretcher, he looked so pale, so feverish, his hands were cold and stiff as a stone, his hair was wet with sweat and the nurses hadn’t cleaned the stain of dried blood that spread across his cheek and lips like a crimson river. You don’t know how long you cried that night. You only remember clinging to his body until the nurses basically ripped you from his side. It was the first time you truly thought you would lose him, the first time you saw what his illness could do to him.

Time passed, a lot of time indeed. Viktor had a long recovery process after such a hard relapse and was prescribed, in his opinion, the worst of medications. Rest. Instructions that he clearly hadn't intended to follow, but you didn't think the same. He didn't know when or how but you simply kicked the chained door of his heart and like a spoiled child you refused to leave. But he liked it that way. During his long stay in the hospital he hadn't stopped working and the doctors were really considering tying him to the bed, like a guardian angel there you were, reading his books for him and writing in his notebook by the side of his stretcher, making sure he took his medications and vitamins until he was ready to get back in the ring. So, gods! It would have been impossible not to fall in love with you.

You made him feel alive, seeing you filled his face with color, he couldn't help but smile and ignore everything that wasn't you, he loved being able to hold your hand, he delighted in the dropped jaws that left when they walked together through the academy. His mind was an unstoppable machine of chaos that only found peace when you were near.

How did he get to that point? He never imagined that someone like him, with his proud attitude and busy mind could attract the attention of someone like you. You... you simply shined. Everything about you seems so simple, so natural. Your laugh, your words, even the way you look at him as he always wanted to be seen, as something more than a man with a cane and too many ideas in his head.

He couldn't help but wonder what you saw in him. Is it his mind that interests you? Or did you just see something he couldn't see in the mirror? Maybe, just maybe, you've seen beyond the walls he built around himself. Beyond the weight of his ambitions.

And yet, for the first time, he feared something more than failure. He doesn't want to lose you.

When he's with you, when his hands touch yours, when you smile after one of his sarcastic comments, everything seems to fit together. For the first time in a long time, he feels like he's not a stranger in his own skin. He feels like, maybe, there's something more to him than just work.

You give him something he can't explain, something that isn't in any formula or prototype. Maybe, for once in his life, it's enough to just feel.

…Wow, he was a genius in love.

Months Later...

The sound of the lab door slamming open loudly caught Jayce's attention as he stretched out in his chair. They had been working all morning.

You walked in with a tray of breakfast and books under your arm.

“You need to grease that door,” you said, as you walked over to his desk. Jayce held the books you asked for and took one of the steaming cups on the tray.

“I'll write it down,” Jayce said, burying his face in the cup, inhaling the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. He looked really exhausted. They would have a conference soon and they had to be prepared, even you and Sky had a lot of work to do.

“Have he eaten anything today?” you asked, nodding at the one you can now proudly call your partner, sitting across the lab without even noticing your presence.

“What do you think?” You sighed, it's common for your boyfriend to forget to eat, if breathing wasn't essential you're sure he would forget too.

“Viktor…” you exclaim as you walk up to his desk, his posture in front of it is terrible, a shrimp would be proud of his posture.

He doesn’t seem to hear you, he mutters things as usual while he quickly writes down in his notebook and fiddles around a bit with a design that releases sparks and steam. You can see the inner mechanism, it’s so complex that it makes your head hurt just thinking about having to fix it like he does. There’s something about that stoic concentration he has that really attracts you, you could watch him work all day. You place the tray in one of your hands, balancing it so as not to spill anything and you use the fingers of your free hand to lightly tickle Viktor’s neck, he quickly adjusts his posture, you’re sure you could hear a joint or two creak, letting out a half-gasp. Which you take advantage of by uncovering the delicious breakfast on the tray.

You know he smiles and his gaze softens when the smell of food reaches him, he stops his work and looks at you.

“Good morning” you murmur only for his ears.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he said, turning his chair to face you, letting go of his design so easily that even Jayce couldn’t believe it.

“Can’t I take care of my favorite genius?” You shrug, leaving the tray with breakfast on the small mound of leaves on his desk. Changing his empty cup of coffee for a cup of hot tea.

Viktor smiles barely, but there’s something warm in his gaze as he takes the first sip of tea. You’re surprised when he stands up without even making a move to look for his cane, only using his good leg for help. He rests his forehead on your shoulder, you can feel his breath so close that it makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He’s been working since before the sun came up, it’s something you can’t change about him, but seeing you is a huge relief that he doesn’t know he needs until he has you in front of him and can’t help but put everything aside for you. His hands slide under your arms until they grip your back, wrinkling your perfectly ironed shirt and you can feel him finally sigh and let his shoulders slump as if he were carrying lead on them.

That gesture is all he needs to tell you, he is not a man of words and even less so when Jayce is present because he knows that Jayce will use everything he says against him as soon as you walk out the door. He can feel you, the heat emanating from your body makes him feel warm, breathing your perfume is the breeze of fresh air he needs to keep going. If they were alone he would probably kiss you, it is the only motivation he has to make it to the end of the day.

“What? He is your favorite genius? Y/N how do you break my heart like that” Jayce dramatizes from the other side of the room with a huge smile on his face. He loves watching how Viktor basically melts for you but he can’t help but feel like a bad third between the two of you.

You can't help but giggle at the comment. “There's enough room in my heart for both of us.”

Viktor gives a small shake of his head and snorts at your shoulder, it's obvious that he doesn't like the idea.

“Will you have breakfast with me?” he asks as he pulls away from you and drops his weight back into the chair.

You've both had this habit since the hospital, when he barely had the strength to blink and refused to be fed with a g-tube. It was a hard blow to his pride that you had to feed him, but you handled the situation with a lot of respect, and at the end of the day you both always ended up eating all your meals together, it was a moment that you both could enjoy and secretly for you it was a way to make sure he gets something more than caffeine.

You sighed and shook your head. “Not this time.” The look he gave you was as painful as that of a newly abandoned puppy.

“Why not?” he asked, making a colorful gesture with his hands, quite offended.

“Sky and I are still clearing their schedules and getting everything ready for this afternoon’s conference.” You felt guilty and even more so when he gave you that look but if you lied to him it would only make his mind wander to very dark places. “I promise we’ll have dinner together. Will you forgive me this time?” you said, caressing his cheek subtly.

Schedules were something Viktor had very established, something out of that routine irritated him in ways he didn’t understand. Normally and if you were anyone else he would have pushed your hand away and ignored you for the rest of the day but… you weren’t just anyone, he couldn’t get mad at you, he couldn’t even think of a reason that was strong enough to not even look at you with annoyance.

“Just don’t miss it” He replied, enjoying your touch. Forcing you to stay on his cheek a little more for taking your wrist, when it was time for you to leave it was very difficult to let you go.

“Don't forget to take a break, Sabre, if you didn't have lunch.” You walked through the door, giving him one last look before leaving him back in the lab.

“Love is so beautiful,” Jayce mentioned, sighing like a teenager while humming the sound of the newlywed bells.

Viktor rolled his eyes and went back to his table to find his breakfast. The idea of putting it aside and continuing to work crossed his mind, it was what he used to do in the past. Before letting that idea take hold, he stuck his fork in the bacon next to the small bowl of fruit and quickly brought it to his mouth. His taste buds wept with excitement at finally receiving some food after so many hours drowned in coffee, even the breath itself with a certain guilty pleasure. “Shut up, Jayce,” was the only thing he could say before devouring the plate.

“Are you ready? We’re going to be late,” Viktor mentioned, leaning against the outside wall of the lab’s bathroom, with a hanger holding his suit in his hand.

He had been waiting for more than 45 minutes for his lab partner to finish showering and getting dressed. He used to skip all the conferences, especially if they were with the council. It irritated him how certain people with more than limited intellect could have power over his work and what he could and couldn’t do with it. The only reason he started attending was because you were there, both of them could whisper to each other continuously and have a good time being gossips about the other councilors, although of course, there were also times when Jayce called him to the front, when a more raw opinion was needed, without all the flourishes that surrounded Jayce’s speeches.

“Just a second,” Jayce said as he opened the door, in his white and gold suit he finished fixing his hair in the middle of a cloud of masculine perfume.

Viktor just rolled his eyes and made his way into the bathroom, leaving his suit on the rack behind the door, sitting on the closed toilet to wait for Jayce to leave.

“Hurry up,” he said when he saw Jayce smiling at himself in the mirror.

“Someone looks pretty excited to go…” He hummed, “I thought you said conferences were a waste of your precious time…”

“Jayce…” Viktor said in a tone that Jayce understood as a warning accompanied by a stern frown, but the shy blush that crossed his cheeks and the bridge of his nose told him he was right.

“Come on, there’s nothing wrong with saying you like going because your girlfriend is there. If Councilwoman Medarda wasn’t there I wouldn’t want to go either.” Jayce leaned back against the sink. Although it wasn’t exactly the most opportune moment to have a talk.

Girlfriend… Viktor still felt chills when that word was mentioned, he himself wasn’t able to say it yet, it always got stuck in his throat and he blushed like never before, he felt shy just knowing that the one who carried that title was you. When they started dating he was nothing more than a rigid bundle of nerves, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you or just walking by your side were things he got used to with difficulty, as if he were walking on thin ice, looking for a single rejection reaction from you that would confirm to his anxiety that he had made a false step and should return within his fortified comfort zone. It doesn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy doing those things with you, he did, he loved them, but a part of himself always whispered to him that he didn’t deserve it, that he hadn’t been born for love and that he looked ridiculous pretending he wasn’t like that. It was hard to fight against it, but you never gave up, you knew how to read him like the back of your hand and you knew when he needed time alone and when he needed to melt into you in affection. Now it was clearer than ever that if there was someone who could love him and who he could love back, it was you. Only you.

“Y/N and I know how to separate work from our relationship, our… dating” he savored the words with pride “it doesn’t influence my work.” He couldn’t help but smile silly “Although I admit that her company is always welcome”

Jayce excitedly crossed his arms at his friend and colleague's terrible way of hiding how totally in love he was with you. "Really?" he said raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "So I guess what you've been building for her is part of the 'job'..."

Although Jayce was a little naive he wasn't stupid, of course he had noticed how revitalized Viktor was since he started dating you, he could hardly remember the irritated Viktor who lived all the time in the lab. The night of his relapse he had gone to his mother's house for his birthday, if it weren't for Sky and you he would never have found out what happened and he would never be able to finish thanking you for taking care of him with such love. Jayce knew with total certainty that Viktor was more in love with you than he could ever admit to others or to himself.

“…It’s a gift for her.” There was something of amazement in his words, as if he had never imagined himself saying it. “I read that couples usually give each other gifts sporadically, without reason… I want to do something that does justice to everything she does for me.” He answered as if it were the most logical thing in the world, trying to regain his composure.

“Tell me what it is?” Jayce asked interested, his eyes big like a little boy’s excited to receive a lollipop after the dentist.

“No.” Viktor refused flatly. “I know you, it will come out of your mouth in a some moment.” Jayce felt offended, even more so because it was not a lie.

“But! Come on Victor!” He tried to convince him but the answer was still a constant negative. “Boring.” He sighed giving up. “I’ll wait for you outside, Mr. Romantic.” Jayce managed to escape from the bathroom before Viktor’s sharpness reached him and he walked away laughing.

Viktor sighed when he finally managed to be alone in the bathroom, he put his cane aside, using the sink to support himself and stand up, his leg gave him a small cramp that was reflected on his face and it took him a second to recover and start preparing.

The conference was nothing out of the ordinary, brutally exhausting as always, you felt your feet unbearably tired, avoiding Salo's venomous comments were not for everyone. You should be given a prize for enduring such a thing, you knew that it didn't really matter much to present each project in a thorough manner before the council but according to Councilwoman Medarda, that would make Hextech more trustworthy, being transparent with the creations left no room for doubts or misunderstandings. But that only meant more work for you and Sky, emptying Jayce and Viktor's agendas, planning their speeches and even elaborating the thread of the entire conference, it was definitely the only part you hated about being an attendee.

Jayce had stayed to 'discuss' some matters with Councilwoman Medarda and Sky had taken the first opportunity that presented itself to leave as quickly as he could. That left you and Viktor alone in the hallway heading to the lab for your coats, autumn was already upon the city and the cold was more usual and stronger.

“Is something wrong?” you asked as you saw Viktor’s jaw muttering things to himself, his gaze looking a little lost as you approached the lab.

“Oh, no… I have some things to tidy up in the lab that’s all” He answered trying to lighten the mood. Clearly forgetting that you knew there was nothing to tidy up because… come on… that was your job.

“Can I help you with that?” You said with some disbelief as you reached the door, it was clear from your tone that you didn’t quite believe him.

“No, it’s not necessary. Could you wait for me outside?” Viktor asked, looking a bit nervous, even serious.

“From the door?” you asked, crossing your arms as Viktor left his hand on the door handle. You had never seen him so nervous trying to hide something, especially from you.

“From the academy…” I knew the answer, obviously you would say no.

You sighed heavily, it was late at night and your brain was tired “Viktor if this is a ruse to keep working...”

“No, it’s not that” he interrupted you quickly, his hand moved away from the door handle as if it were a hot iron just to take yours “It will be quick I promise” and there it was, that lazy smile and that sweet look that could convince you to do anything without hesitation, he using his thumb to draw soft circles on the back of your hand. He slowly leaned down to your ear to whisper “I can’t wait to go home with you, this will just be a… slight setback. I won’t take long, I promise.”

The words got stuck in your throat and in your belly millions of butterflies were released and fluttered everywhere, the blush was quick to rise to your cheeks “Fine… But... Don’t take long, okay?”

That act had taken you by complete surprise, but he seemed quite pleased with the way he had completely altered the chemistry inside your brain and he knew it, of course he knew it, behind that look you were sure he was proud of his little misdeed.

Viktor left a small kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the lab. A shiver ran down your spine to help you come back to yourself. The last thing Viktor heard from you was the clicking of your heels at the end of the hallway.

“She didn’t believe it at all,” he said to himself as he leaned back against the door, taking a minute to compose himself, running one of his hands through his hair as if that would work. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face and his brain was still fluttering with your blushing image. What he had done had been a risky act but it felt so good to do it… Viktor shook his head, getting those thoughts out of his mind.

The lab was empty, it felt cold and that didn’t help his leg at all. Holding on to his cane he walked towards his desk, in one of the drawers, the one most full of failed prototypes, the only one you never dared to clean, in the back, wrapped in a somewhat singed piece of curtain, he found what he was looking for. A velvety box, upon opening it he was greeted by the intense glow of a Hextech gem much smaller than the rest, he had worked on it for quite some time, it wasn't the gift itself, but it was the eternal battery that would keep it running, it had already been quite a challenge to get the crystals to stabilize at their original size, he had lost count of how many times he could have died while making it. He quickly closed the box and carefully put it away in his bag, losing it would be a huge disaster. He had kept the rest of your gift in a safe place at home.

Viktor took a moment to look at his desk, years ago doing what he was doing now would have seemed ridiculous and a waste of time. Now there was nothing else he wanted to spend his time on. His hand slid across his desk, feeling papers and the leather of his notebooks under his fingers. His hands wandered until they entered between the swollen pages of one of his old notebooks, opening it he felt a little embarrassed by the content.

The pages were filled with notes and sketches of designs, as the pages turned one had established itself among the others. All around it was filled with details about you, your favorite color, your favorite scent, your favorite sound. Such sweet descriptions of your laugh, your hair… of your essence, there were even small drawings of your face and your unmistakable look, motivating him to continue. There were dates and small appointments that his mind read with your voice while he smiled.

“I really hope you like it…” He sigh longingly.

You hugged your bare arms as you hopped from foot to foot to keep warm, the dress you were wearing worked inside the heated academy but now that you were outside you were freezing, every hair on your body standing on end.

“What are you doing Viktor?” You said into the air.

Since the conference had been a huge success you both had planned to go to his house to hang out. Although well, it wasn’t long before it was your house too, after all half of your closet was in his and you even had matching coffee mugs in his kitchen. Still you didn’t want to push Viktor at all. It had already been a bit difficult for you to get him to dare kiss your cheek in public without making it look like you had a gun on his back.

You panted into your hands, your breath bringing some heat to your fingers that were starting to get cold as an iceberg.

Something brushed against your back, a sudden touch that made you turn around instinctively, almost unnaturally, only to find yourself facing Viktor, who was blinking in surprise at your reaction. His hands were outstretched, holding your coat.

“What were you trying to do?” you ask, your tone more accusatory than you’d like, as you try to calm your racing heart.

“Put your coat on, maybe?” he replies, his tone matching yours, but a sly smile playing on his lips. It’s obvious that your startlement amuses him. “Here, let me put it on you. You’re going to freeze.”

You sigh to release the tension in your body and turn your back to him. You feel his cold hands touch your neck, drawing a gasp from you that you instantly suppress, determined not to give him any more reasons to mock you. There's something about his gesture, the way he gently places the coat over your shoulders and guides your wrists into the sleeves, that disarms you.

When he's done, he gently turns you around to close the buttons, fastening them one by one, while his fingers brush your hair away from the coat. It's a simple gesture, but he does it with such care that you melt a little. Crowning the moment, he puts your bag over your head and lets it rest on your shoulder with elegance.

Your eyes watch him with a tenderness that seems to stop time. Viktor notices it; his hand slides from the strap of your bag to your cheek, caressing it with cautious delicacy before removing it, leaving a cold sensation behind.

A laugh escapes your lips, soft and sweet, filling the frozen air with a warmth that seeps into his bones. He smiles with you.

You take a step closer to him, not expecting it, you see him seek support from his cane, the only thing that stands between him and you really.

His scent envelops you instantly: coffee and honey. It’s such a unique combination that you could identify it among millions.

“Your nose is red,” you comment, adjusting the scarf around his neck. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You can see how his eyes widen at the proximity and your close touch to his face makes the tip of his ears red, his gaze avoids yours nervously.

You barely finish and without waiting for an answer, he began to walk down the stairs of the academy. Leaving you upstairs with a satisfied smile, he seems quite in a hurry to get home.

The icy wind of Piltover forces you to get a little closer to Viktor when you manage to catch up with him while crossing the street. His steps are long and determined, he has barely taken a break since you started walking.

“Why are you so nervous?” you ask, breaking the silence. Normally he takes one or two breaks along the way, excusing himself by looking at the shop windows that you know he has little interest in.

“Nervous? Me?” Viktor arches an eyebrow and looks at you out of the corner of his eye, his tone has a doubtful tone.

“Yeah, even when you’re making fun of me,” you retort, remembering the coat incident earlier. “You seem to have your mind somewhere else.”

He lets out a short, almost dry laugh. “It’s not like that, just, you know… Someone has to keep the calm.”

“Someone? You mean you?”

“Of course. If you’re too busy freaking out over coats.” Viktor looks at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes, “someone has to take charge of looking professional.”

You frown, though you can’t hide the smile that threatens to appear. “If you put it that way it’s okay, I like you like that.” Is it dirty play? Yes, but it’s worth it when you see Viktor’s face.

Heat rises to his cheeks before he can stop it, but he hides it by burying his face deeper into his scarf. You’ve beaten him this time, but like any sore loser, he won’t let things go.

He stops walking abruptly, his body hunched over his knee.

Your triumphant expression leaves your face completely and you don't hesitate to approach him, worried. The weather was cold and that used to increase the pain in his leg, but you didn't expect it to be so strong as to double him over in pain.

“Does it hurt?” you asked somewhat worried, your hand on his back ready to help him stand up if necessary. “Not at all.” He turned his face only to be met with a proud and victorious smile.

The streets are empty, and the shops are beginning to close, Viktor resumes his straight posture while looking from side to side as if he wanted no one to see his next move, you follow his gaze, not quite knowing what to look at or what to look for. You feel the cold handle of his cane touch your chin gently and guide it to make you look up, towards him. He approaches cautiously and you know his pulse is shaking a little from the way the handle of his cane shakes, finally he presses his lips against yours, with an overwhelming softness that at another time would have made you draw him closer, but like all good things, it didn’t last long. The sound of a metal shutter being loudly lowered pushes him away from you like a scared cat before you can properly reciprocate. He tries to compose himself but the blush on his cheeks and the nervous movement of his eyes give him away; even someone as controlled as Viktor isn’t immune to nervousness.

You laugh, like a little child, savoring his kiss at the same time. Giving affection in public is a huge leap of faith for him and you know it, you melt every time he does it.

“Don’t look at me with that eyes.” he says avoiding your gaze, a shy smile forming on his mouth and refusing to disappear no matter how hard he tries.

“What eyes?” You ask, feigning innocence at the subject, searching for his free hand with yours to take it and not let it go.

His eyes meet yours, his pupils dilate quickly like drops of paint in water. That's one of the things you like about him, no matter when he tries to hide his feelings, you know exactly that his gaze will always give you the answer.

“Forgotten” he snorts trying to lighten the subject. This time offering you his arm to walk together.

Both of you walk in silence, just enjoying each other's company for the rest of the way, you look at the shops, some are closing, others still have warm lights on inside and a few people looking through the windows. People from Piltover don't usually go out at night, maybe because for them there isn't much interesting to see when the sun goes down. But you and Viktor are from Zaun, you reject the sun like hermit vampires and the night is the perfect time to go out and to let out certain romantic gestures as you already taste before.

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deathbxnny · 3 months ago

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May I request some headcanons about Victor, selika, Vander and Vi about caring and being with a S/O with ADHD.

Please and thank you

Arcane characters with an s/o that has ADHD. | Viktor, Sevika, Vander and Vi

Thank you for your request, and I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: No spoilers for season 2, season 1 Viktor, established romantic relationships, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

He was the first to notice and accommodate to your ADHD, mainly as he knew what it's like to live with something that makes life a little harder in general.

Viktor is very patient and gentle with you when you're having a hard time focusing on tasks or are procrastinating on projects. He understands it just fine and works with you to find strategies that make everything a bit easier. Whether it's studying with you or helping you out on research papers, you both spend a lot of time together, to say the least.

You two enjoy working on your own things in eachothers presence, as it helps you get over your lack of motivation and gives you a chance to talk his ear off freely. Thankfully, he's good at multitasking when it comes to you. Some may think your talking is excessive, but he finds it cute.

Whenever you're a bit more fidgety than usual, he'll hold your hand or give you a reassuring smile, yet doesn't stop your body from regulating itself naturally.

Viktor takes your diagnosis as a simple fact, nothing that defines or undermines your ability to be his s/o. If you need a little help, then he's very clearly okay with that.

》SEVIKA

She doesn't initially understand the concept of ADHD and doesn't care much about it either. Sure, she gets that it affects your day to day life, but she was going to help you out with anything either way even without the diagnosis. So, in other words, she's ready to learn and do as you please.

Your fidgety nature was something she definitely had to get used to, as she mistook it as fear or nervousness rather often. This typically meant that she'll ask you if you're alright a lot or if there was someone bothering you. Over time, she learns to look past it and see it as a natural part of you. If you can't sit still, then she'll let you roam around whilst her eyes watch you closely.

Your endless ramblings and deep interests about the most nichest topics also needed some time for her, but what got her the most was your procrastination issues. She did get not want to do things at all, but she would still attempt to make work as fun as possible in her own way. She'll accompany you everywhere and take care of the heavy lifting.

When she said that she was loyal, she was definitely not kidding around. Your ADHD changes nothing about the way she views you, and so she doesn't make a big deal out of it either.

》VANDER

Probably the most patient and understanding of your ADHD and its symptoms by far. He sees them as a part of you in a good way and simply accepts them as they are.

Whenever you procrastinate on chores or work, he'll try and make it more enjoyable by either helping out or promising you a nice treat after. If it's really bad, though, he'll just do things himself to not stress you out about them too much.

He's the same with your lack of focus, although he sometimes does get concerned about you zoning out when things get serious. Vander will still find his own innovative ideas on making you focus when he needs you to.

He loves listening to you talk to him about the most random things possible, mainly as it shows him that you're comfortable enough with the care he gives you. He also just enjoys weighing in with his own opinions about the many various topics you bring forth at rapid speed.

Either way, he skillfully navigates your diagnosis with ease and doesn't ever let you feel like you're burdening him with it.

》VI

Well, she certainly may have outlandish ideas at times when it comes to working with your ADHD, but she definitely at least has the spirit for it!

Your natural fidgeting and inability to stay still gets interpreted in you just needing to power yourself out. This makes you often find yourself in front of a punching bag with an excited Vi telling you to go ahead and let it alllll out. Whether it works or not is up to you, but you appreciate the effort even after you had explain it wasn't that easy.

Vi will make it her mission to help you out on projects or with work whenever the procrastination gets too bad. She'll also help you out with simpler tasks when she can but will otherwise try to make things fun, at least.

You two enjoy rambling away with each other, and it is her favorite thing. You're both bad at focusing on one topic at a time, so your talks can go on for hours, which she loves very much.

Your diagnosis is just a part of you that she very much loves, even when it gets difficult at times. She never wants you to feel left out or liked less because of it and does her best to never let you think that.

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bitchface24-7 · 25 days ago

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hey, your works are amazing!! your fics inspired me to start an x reader with jayvik (the works are speaking to me lmao)

i kindly request an x reader where the reader is musically inclined as they work? like the boys catch them singing or humming words as they work? i was listening to interdimensional by cosmo sheldrake and the ideal popped in my head. thank you sm for the fics, you’re single-handedly one of my favorite authors on here!!🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

THEIR LITTLE SONG BIRD - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: Jayce and Viktor have typically worked in silence, an odd conversation here and there, a small sigh, a quiet swear. They get so absorbed into their work that they essentially do parallel play. Your humming and light singing has changed that. Now, they need that to work in peace; you've become their white noise.

warnings: honestly I can't even think of any. It's pure fluff as V + J just admire you as you work and sing. Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I tend to hum or speak allowed to myself as I work. Sometimes I sing lightly when I'm at home. This was so cute, thanks for requesting! Also, my work inspired you?!?! Babe ��🥺 YOU WRITE THAT JAYVIK X READER FIC!

Jayce and Viktor have been so accustomed to their routine that when they realized a change, it almost made them get whiplash.

They've gotten used to working in relative silence. A conversation here and there, ribbing and jokes, a small sigh, and a quiet swear when their work doesn't go the way they want it to. They're intense about their work.

They get super absorbed, nothing can break their attention. They're essentially doing parallel play. Viktor's doing equations, Jayce is using a microscope, they're both fiddling with their prototypes.

And there you are, welding and soldering a prototype. Sparks fly as you work, a protective shield on your face, welders gloves on your hands, and a pair of stained pair of overalls with black steel-toed boots adorn your figure. There's a small peak of a basic white top at your sides.

You eventually take the shield off, your face hot and sweaty as you push a strand of hair off your forehead. You turn off the necessary machines and observe your work, you mentally note where you need to sand down and buff out.

Then the change occurs.

As you sand and buff your prototype, you hum a small tune. Viktor and Jayce don't notice until the lyrics spill from your lips.

"I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found (Hey, yeah) I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around (Hey, yeah)

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me."

The two men whip around and swear they got whiplash. You're lightly singing, the notes sweet and crooning. They almost feel like they're getting hypnotized, the lyrics make them curious. It sounds like it's mentioning the well known Greek tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice, and comparing your love to theirs. They've never heard this song before, but they want to hear more.

The two of them stop working, turning to look at you with a wistful look in their eyes.

You're so... beautiful. They way your face is completely focused on your task. Your eyes narrowed, your lips pursed, your eyebrows lightly furrowed. The singing as you work gives you a natural grace, an ethereal glow.

Viktor leans his head on his hand as he watches you in admiration, and Jayce sighs in wonder. At that sound, you stop singing and look up at the two men, your buffing halted.

The two men flounder and try to look like they weren't admiring you. They fail. Horrendously.

"What?" You ask, a light giggle in your tone.

Jayce just flusters and rubs the back of his neck, swiveling around to not look at you. You raise a brow in suspicion and turn to look at Viktor. If Jayce won't answer you, Viktor will.

"We didn't realize you sing as you work, until now." Viktor states, he quirks his head to the side as he analyzes you, "You have a very nice voice. I could imagine the upper echelon of Piltover paying lots of money to hear you."

You feel your face heat up lightly, and you can't blame it on your face shield, "I-- yeah. I always hum when I work. I'm surprised you just noticed it now."

"You hum." Jayce states, finally joining the conversation, "That's different. You were actually singing this time. We weren't expecting it, but you did sound very lovely."

You smile at your two partners and go back to working, they do too eventually. A smile lights up both their faces when they hear you continue the song.

"I won't deny I've got in My mind now (Hey, yeah) All the things I would do So I try to talk refined for fear That you find out (Hey, yeah) How I'm imaginin' you."

Now each time they hear you hum, or lightly sing a tune; their hearts beat erratically and they can't stop the smile spreading across their face.

Their Little Song Bird.

🥺🥺🥺 I love them, your honour. This was so rdjfigjydugh, thank you for requesting! Hope y'all enjoyed this, love ya! ❤️ (i love Hozier, oh to have a song about me written by him, I'd feel like a goddess)

#arcane #viktor arcane #jayce talis #arcane imagine #arcane x reader #viktor imagine #viktor x reader #jayce imagine #jayce x reader #jayvik x reader #banners by cafekitsune

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iminahole247 · 1 month ago

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For You, I Want to Sing, but I Have No Mouth

A ShockOp plot outline/scenario ideas using songs based on @keferon Mech Pilot AU

This pairing has been eating me alive so I decided to write so I don't have to bottle it up any longer. Enjoy this New Year's gift 🎁

DISCLAIMER: The characterizations are mainly based on collective and selective headcanons and personal views and understanding. Some OCs will be included. Don't take them too seriously.

Also, some songs I skimmed from my playlist will be referenced for scenarios that are brought to mind, not in order of events. I just love the 'what ifs' and what happened in between for this pairing. If there's nothing after a song, then the scenario(s) is self-explanatory.

Using music just helps the creative process you know. There'll be more additions as I straighten my thoughts out.

Est-ce que tu m’aimes - GIMS (the translated lyrics speak for themselves)

Look Around - Under the Boardwalk (it’s a cute song and it could be akin to the Open Arms scenarios)

Run to Me - Clarence Coffe Jr.

Oh My Love - The Score (Orion’s POV)

Would You Fall in Love with Me - EPIC: The Ithaca Saga (Odysseus as SW, Penelope as Orion; probably when they meet in the afterlife or something)

LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey

We Become We - Journey to Bethlehem

Raise This Barn - My Little Pony (A big stretch but this is where the imagination and headcannons comes in. Shockwave was an orphan for a while til he was adopted by a pair of farmers, Leonard and Tommy [Leonard in reference to Lanard Toys for trademarking right to the name for a while during his Bay Movie appearance, and Tommy in reference to Takara Tomy being one of the creators of Transformers]. The farm was his home, even when he went off to pursue his studies in the city, he might not be big on people but he holds his family close enough. Rebuilding after a certain natural disaster brings him home, which knocks out having a family gathering for the next decade cause that’s a lot of relatives he won’t remember but to help his dads is all that matters, especially in their old age)

Can't Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

To Build A Home - Patrick Watson (during some quiet moments on the farm when he brings Orion for some fresh air from the that place, Shockwave taking a moment to breathe too, maybe showing his dads’ cows too, Fluffy Ears hitting it off with Orion, watching from the side sending looks at him, oh does his heart get lighter when he returns the same look through eyes that cling to all the hope in the world for the both of them, he pitied and envied for those eyes, at least in a way they were his)

Die With A Smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars (there was no way either of them could, this world doesn’t allow such a luxury, but maybe in another universe, another life)

More Than You Know - Axwell /\ Ingrosso (for the both of them)

Open Arms - EPIC: Cyclops Saga (could symbolize their contrasting outlooks, open arms for a more optimistic future in spite of their situation even for a moment, cause what’s the point if you don’t stop to smell the flowers and admire the stars)

Fix You - Coldplay or Danny Olson & Jadelyn

We'll Meet Again - maruwhat

A Million Miles Away - Belle (from Orion's ghost to Shockwave)

Yuri on ICE - Taro Umebayashi

Magic - Sia (stargazing outside of the mech or outside in the wilderness, where for now the world consists of him Orion and the stars above, but it goes unsaid that they’re each other’s whole world, for better and for worse)

The Line - Twenty One Pilots (they feel JayVik coded to me, like if Viktor survived but couldn’t revive Jayce or something like that)

Happy Ending / Sewer Home - TMNT Mutant Mayhem (some form of happy ending, it feels out of place but they're together at last, somehow)

Wu Ji - Xiao Zhan & WANG YIBO (the YEARNING)

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - Scarlett Johansson & Bono

DREAM BOY Album - Morgan Clae

Count Me In - Liv and Maddie

Fantastic - King Princess (iykyk)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

KISS OF DEATH - Mika Nakashima (pilots with giant mechs, codependency stuff and romance and angst in and out of the cockpit)

Great Balls of Fire - Miles Teller (rare moment of Shockwave singing in the hometown bar, Orion was there singing along with his arms around him, a little bit drunk; Orion might not be able to sing as well later on down the line from deteriorating lung damage, doesn’t mean he won’t get to hear Shockwave sing to him every now and then)

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany (that one time they fooled around in the cockpit, luckily no one was there to witness, or not)

More Than Anything (Reprise) - Hazbin Hotel (moments of comfort and reassurance after a trying test or battle)

Good Old Days - Macklemore & Kesha (reminiscing)

Classic - MKTO (Orion’s POV again)

Independent Together - Caleb Hyles & CG

Carnaval Del Barrio - In the Heights (morality at a low but a musical number does wonders, even to progress their relationship)

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows (Orion’s POV again, cause he fell first and hard)

Had I Not Seen the Sun - Robin, Chevy (post-battle moment, surviving another day, )

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Headcannons and scenarios (I know most of these are not as angsty but the lot of you can make it up tenfold so how about some more soft stuff):

- For living in civilization for all his life, Orion isn’t up to date with the ‘pop culture’ but at least he has Shockwave to show him the good tunes, like classical and synth

- That one time when Orion got him a stuffed cow teddy with a recording of Fluffy Ears’s moos for his birthday. Since when did he have the time to acquire he still doesn’t know

- In their mech, they’re a beast on the battlefield. It might not have been amazing compared to the current mechs and pilots, but they’ve lasted this far with just the two of them for a reason. Got a marksman’s eye and the strength to rip the faces off those tentacled fuckers. Sometimes Orion forgets to take it down a notch outside the battlefield.

- Afters years of piloting evolving mechs, it takes a toll on the both of them, especially for Orion. Fatigue and back pains riddle him, along with a certain accident that caused him to wear a mask to not further damage his lungs. It also made his voice more deep with a certain timbre that gives Shockwave a soothing feeling compared to Orion youthful and lighter voice before.

- When Shockwave isn’t in piloting, he’d be in a lab overseeing the other operations on mech tech and poking at the Quintesson corpses. Orion had Ironhide to converse with and try as he might, he hasn’t had a chance to successfully evade Ratchet hawk like supervision. When Shockwave was working on the down times from attacks, there would be a myriad of medical tests and checks that would be at best tedious and “unpleasant” at worst. Post-medical exam cuddles are mandatory for them, behind closed doors of course.

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I’ll add more when I’ve gathered my thoughts and straightened them out. You have other songs for them or any other headcannons for Shockwave and/or Orion Pax, share what additions you have for these tragic old gays.

#transformers #maccadam #keferon #mech pilot au #shockop #shockwave #orion pax #fluffy ears #ocs #songs #tf scenarios #ratchet #ironhide

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guiltycorp · 3 months ago

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Damn i really want to know tf happened in the writing room of arcane s2. Some of the downgrades were inevitable due to the show's corporate limitations (not being able to progress the class war story in a meaningful way, having to tie things back to league of legends in terms of making playable characters more appealing to well, play... rip Mel and Viktor in particular), sure. But i still feel like it's even worse than that? There are so many bad decisions that i couldn't even start listing them all... the characters, plot, pacing, themes, it's just such a mess? Even the dialogue writing, it feels much more mm Marvel at its worst i suppose. What i am most bothered by is probably just the straight up harmful messaging so um... Cycles of violence and abuse can be broken by individual decisions to become a better person! Got nothing to do with systemic oppression, living conditions, mental health issues, you can just conveniently ignore aaall the social context, live laugh love and then things get better automatically yep, oppressors famously stop oppressing you when you show them that you're harmless and won't put up a fight anymore. Literally three out of three suicidal characters dying to redeem themselves? Not even in a tragic/cathartic way but in a bittersweet 'they finally atoned for their mistakes' way? Groundbreaking lmao. Romantic relationship between Vi and Caitlyn including no communication about their biggest fight, just conveniently skipping to sex and getting back together - would have loved that if it was framed as the unhealthy fucked up thing that it is, skipping over Vi's hurt and her background to once again become a cop, her girlfriend's direct underling at that (!) due to her not having any other support systems... But nope that was our cute lesbian romance wrapped up, a good thing all around, not concerning at all. Jayce telling Viktor that what he 'always admired about him' was his disability and his deadly disease (??? from a character who spent the whole s1 and first act of s2 desperately trying to help Viktor find a cure? sure) and that those imperfections don't need fixing, just wtf truly. Magic bullshit was also weird, some implications of 'natural magic is ok, but achieving that power through other means corrupts you into a crazy robot bitch or just wilts your trees i guess', but tbh it was written in such a weird and inconsistent way that we can skip this one... Yeah actually a lot of things were just such a mess that I feel silly pointing to specific moments or lines I didn't like, I mean duh, it barely makes sense as a story at all... I am happy we have s1 which comparatively was a masterpiece, and i also really enjoyed s2 act1, i truly believed it would lead somewhere good at the time, my mind still kind of cuts off the story at that point when i think about it, that WAS the open ending of the show to me (is it possible that there were rewrites? targeting act 2 and 3? idk, wishful thinking perhaps). Despite my extremely negative feelings about this season's conclusion i remain glad that so many people appreciate the show regardless, it is clear that there was STILL a lot of love in the process of its creation (although i'd argue that even some of the visual aspects of the show suffered in quality, once again i have to wonder about behind the scenes mood of it all) and i get very upset when i see creatives online despairing over reception of their projects even when i'm absolutely in the disgruntled crowd hahaha... ...however yeah, this wasn't great In a world that increasingly grows more and more right-wing politically... we really needed something different i think.

#tbh i also feel a little annoyed that all the league jayvik fans were right all along #i always rolled my eyes like oh shush changing the characters doesnt mean ruining them #and here we are #boo boo the fool jpeg #arcane spoilers #arcane s2 spoilers #arcane critical #negative #ranting #text #long post

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normal-nightmare · 1 month ago

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It's me again and please keep yapping this is the tasty content I come here for. lol I've been sitting here a while (longer than is polite) trying to form a proper response to my previous ask cause it was literally everything! I wish I could be half as eloquent instead of just yelling XD

like there are so many things that draw me to these two, and ngl it definitely started with the whole pseudo-incest vibe but they really are so complex and you really hit the nail with this:

Just... they're so complicated and it sucks that people don't wanna explore that because of the preconceived notion that they're brothers, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, legally they are, but they don't... act like it? They didn't grow up together, they weren't very close before Jason died, and they only recently started getting properly close. Jason also has his crush thing going on (seriously, how else am I supposed to interpret RHATO v2 annual 1??)

Look I will forever maintain Dick was Jason’s gay awakening and that boy has been in love with Dick since he was what 12? 15? Also the way you described their relationship to each other was so delicious and alterous is such a great term for them.

I feel like jaydick becoming canon one day would be a natural progression of their relationship. Especially since they seem to be getting paired up as a duo more often. Readers love them, comic artists and writers like them too- i feel like jaydick actually happening one day wouldn't be extremely surprising.

THISTHISTHIS!!! I hope this does happen.🙏

Also re: dickbabs and not making certain characters bisexual I feel that on such a spiritual level. Like I’m sorry but both Jason and Dick read as queer to me? Idk how to describe it. Which is why I love the little touch of bi Dick in Gotham Knights.

Also speaking of Gotham Knights, I finally finished it and holy fuck what the fuck? One of my few complaints is that I wish it was longer. I need GK2: electric boogaloo but this time with a Poison Ivy case file because reasons. I adored every interaction Dick and Jason had, from the emails to the flirting in front of everyone’s salad, plus how they were almost always near each other? (also Jason looked so good in that post credit scene in the Batcave I choose to believe every time he wears it, Dick can’t keep his hands to himself 🫣)

ALSO

I genuinely feel like the writers were intending for jaydick to happen in a DLC given how much setup there is.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this? I want to yell about this game so much. I wish I had someone to play co-op with me so I could see some of those Jaydick interactions too 😞

GOD honestly i have a million thoughts on Dick and Jason's relationship in Gotham Knights?? Because what the HELL is going on in that game!!!

It utterly BAFFLES me when other people read their interactions (Belfry, cutscenes, whatever) as brotherly/familial bc like... if you're interacting with your family like that I'm so concerned?? Bc they're gay as hell!! They flirt the ENTIRE GAME. Like... it's ridiculous how in-your-face they are about it. It's not even gay subtext anymore, it's just... text. Saying they're not gay in Gotham Knights is like saying Jayce and Viktor were 'just brothers' in Arcane to me LMFAO.

Like... the rooftop scene for one reads as really BAD flirting on Dicks part. It doesn't feel like he's being deliberately silly to cheer up Jason until he fakes falling over the edge, THEN he's properly silly. The entire scene otherwise, he's just... being really bad at flirting? And it's funnier that both that and then him being silly actually kinda WORKS on Jason. He laughs (laughs!!), relents and let's Dick sit next to him! It's so, so cute!!

And then the little interaction where Dick says that the Belfry needs a cat, and then Jason suddenly flirts with him?? Like the line "Listen, Grayson, if you're scared of some mouse you saw scurrying, I'll keep you safe." Is ABSOLUTELY flirting, and this is only supported by A) the tone Jason has and B) the way Dick stutters and stumbles over his words afterwards. Like, Dick is AUDIBLY flustered and surprised by this. He tries sooo hard to keep it cool but that boys BLUSHING.

And then there's the tension in some scenes?? When they argue in the beginning and when Dick puts a hand on Jason's wrist (after Jason jokes about making Tim a fake ID), and kind of the scene where Jasons mad, and he's sparring with Dick and Dick catches his fist and says "Easy, Tiger." Like.... the tension in these scenes goes crazy?? The physical closeness, the eye contact, the brief silence, calling Jason tiger?? Like I CANNOT be crazy thinking that there's at least a LITTLE sexual tension in these moments. Juuuust a little 🤏

And like! Yeah you're 100% on them being so physically close most of the game. It's hard to find scenes where they AREN'T standing right by each other. And their stories focus a lot on each other!! At least Dicks story focuses a lot on Jason! Like... a LOT, it's 90% Dicks story 😭

And the like,, nicknames. Dick calls Jason things like Big Guy, swole, and Miracules throughout the game, like, consistently. He points out Jason's size and strength a lot?? (His size and strength kink is so blatantly obvious, good lord this man is horny LMAO. I don't blame him though... 👀) and then Jason mainly calls him Grayson, but when he's being vulnerable he calls him Dick? Which is so cute?!

And a cute little detail is how angry Dick gets on Jason's behalf when Talia says they should be grateful she brought Jason back even though she took away his autonomy and used him. Like, Dick is PISSED! Lowkey he's so ready to throw hands right there.

And i think one of my favorite interactions is when Dick chooses to take Jason to a circus that's in town. Like! He's literally asking Jason out on a DATE. And it's the cutest thing ever?! Jason is surprised and it's just... it's so sweet.

And in general they have the sweetest interactions and emails. It's adorable how they kinda talk about Tim like they're proud parents, and it's also cute how they kinda bicker over the perfect sandwiches cause they sound like a married couple loll.

Just!! Auuggghhhh they're so CUTE in Gotham Knights! There's a mountain of setup there for a romantic relationship. It's very in your face, and honestly impossible to ignore if you have ears and eyes. I'm sure there's more i'm missing or just haven't mentioned, but it's so blatant it feels like it couldn't have been on accident.

Just... it's so cute, I'll never get over it 😭

#nightmare answers #jaydick #dickjay #dick grayson #jason todd #gotham knights #dc #if you say they act like brothers in that game you're delusional and I'm concerned for your perception of whats brotherly #like what is going on!!#me watching them interact in any capacity: which could mean nothing #Dick has the FATTEST crush on Jason in GK its really funny #Jason definitely has a crush too but Dick is so obvious about his #just. shaking the fandom. are you blind to this!!!#its wildly gay. what is going on

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unluckiestmember · 2 years ago

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Arcane x innocent reader? Like someone who is a literal angel?

Of course! Coming up!

Arcane X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Jayce being Jayce, Jinx being Jinx, overprotectiveness, innocence and reputations trying to be kept.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I adore innocent readers and OCs! I feel they have a way of bringing out the true nature of characters, especially with this kind of cast! Also sorry to everyone for taking so long, I unfortunately have a chaotic and no good life. XD

Jinx

“Hey, toots! How has ya day been? Did you miss me?! Of course you did! Come here, you cute little bunny!”

You are Jinx’s little bunny! She loves how innocent you are for someone who hangs out with her, and in a way, you keep her grounded. You are the sunshine in this dark unforgiving world. Usually she loves destroying things and making others lives harder to live.

But when it comes to you? She is extra careful. She never lets you go on missions or patrol unless she’s with you. You’re in her hideout? She’s doing safety precautions by forcing you to wear a welding mask or staying six feet away from her projects. And unless they are little trinkets and presents for you, you can’t exactly touch them unless she assists you with them. You are a porcelain doll in her eyes. She doesn’t want you to break or become corrupted at all. She’s you’re protector and your lover and she won’t let you forget that.

Violet "Vi"

“Do you know how cute you are? You’re adorable… Hey, don’t hide that face from me, I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Vi is known to be a hardass sometimes to people, but around you? She lets her true colors come out. She’s super affectionate physically and verbally, telling you how much she loves you and cherishes you. If anyone was to hurt you, she’s not just breaking their nose, she’s breaking their entire body. You are so precious. Maybe too precious to her.

She always rushes from work back home just to cuddle with you and ask how your day was. And don’t get her started on your bashful nature, she adores it so much since you only get that way around her. Does she wish you could stand up for yourself? Sometimes. But for the most part, she’s okay with it, especially since she can protect the both of you. To everyone else, she’s a wild card with muscle and snark. But to you and only you, she’s perfect.

Viktor

“Rodnaya. Did you fix my calculations?... Please, don’t fret- I’m not angry. I’m just wondering… What did I do to deserve you?”

Viktor thinks you are make believe. There is no way someone as sweet as you should exist. How can you be so in love with someone like him? He believes he can never give you what you want or need, but whenever you assure him he can, his spirits are lifted and his confidence gets a significant boost.

Whenever you are around, you make Viktor feel he can make all the progress in the world no matter what anyone says. You make him feel a little more comfortable in his skin, which is nice. But even better is the fact that because of you, he tries his best to exercise self love. This can come in the form of taking a few breaks from his project and treating himself whenever he makes a huge accomplishment. Viktor cherishes you so much and he hopes you know that no matter how nose deep he can be in work.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Good afternoon, my darling. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? Let me make it up to you… You’re too sweet, but I insist.”

Because of how innocent you are, Caitlyn sometimes compares you to an angel. She finds you to be a bit pure and needs to be protected. Though unlike Vi, her protective nature is more tamed. She’ll prefer protecting you with her words, choosing to ask questions regarding your well being. But if you are in physical danger, she has no problem jumping to your aid with her gun in hand to scare those who hurt you away.

You mean a lot to her and she’ll show you by inviting you to places or showing you the many gardens in Piltover. Of course, she’s not without having more personal evenings together at home, cuddled together and enjoying each other’s company. All in all, she loves you and she’s not afraid to tell or show you that.

Silco

“This life. One of hardship and poverty, is not one that you deserve. I promise, I’ll grant Zaun its independence. For all of us. For you.”

If Silco is the king of Zaun, you are his king/queen. It’ll take a while for you to get close to him because of the locks he usually has around his heart. But if you are able to cut them off with time and effort, Silco will treat you as if you are royalty. Expect him to show you off to those around you, whether it be you sitting on his lap or standing by his side.

That being said, do not expect him to shower you in kisses and snuggle up to your body. He has an image to hold, so the last thing he needs to hear from his men is that he’s gotten soft and mushy. Around them and under the eyes of Zaun, you are just his second half. But behind closed doors? You are more like his life. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone.

Ekko

“Damn, the light here really knows how to bring the beauty out of you. Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

You and Ekko have a pretty chill relationship. You’re his lover and he’s yours for the most part. He’s not overprotective, but he can have moments of being a helicopter boyfriend. You’re going on a mission? Take Scar with you. You want to go into Zaun to get something? Why doesn't he tag along to help? You would bring it up to him that you don’t always need someone with you, but your bashful nature makes it a little hard. So unless another firelight realizes what’s going on, be prepared to not go many places alone.

Outside of the following, Ekko is for the most part considerate of you and what you want. You can always find him asking you what you desire or need from him and even if you try not to answer, he will subtly find ways to get most of the unspeakable answers.

Sevika

“Hey, we can… Cuddle later, okay? Right now, my crew is here and I don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Compared to Silco, Sevika is more open in her relationship with you. She’ll tell everyone that you are her lover and in her own way be proud of it. That being said, she tries not to show a lot of PDA in hopes of protecting her reputation and mainly yourself. In her mind, if her group or anyone finds out you mean a lot to her, you can become a prime suspect in future kidnappings or blackmail. And she doesn’t want that for herself nor for you.

Outside of work, Sevika makes up for having to be a little distant with you. She’ll take you gambling with her and if you don’t prefer that, you guys can always hang out somewhere else. As long as you are content and safe is what matters. Sevika’s a good girlfriend, very protective. Just don’t expect her to be super verbal with her love, she prefers actions over words. But do be on the look out for a lot of teasing.

Vander

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from picking you up, you’re too cute... Screw it, you’re all mine.”

Vander is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to loving you. He doesn't care if anyone at the bar comments on your relationship with him because he will waste no time picking you and showing you off like a trophy. He talks about you almost nonstop if he’s not talking about work or affairs occurring in Zaun.

When it comes to his affairs with Piltover, he makes sure you are nowhere near it. In his eyes, you are too precious to get in the middle of anything affiliated with them. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be the same if somehow you got hurt or worse. The kids need you and so does he, because with you in their lives, they feel like a complete family. You hold the hound down on a leash and he loves you for that.

Mel Medarda

“You know what? After I’m done with meetings at work, we’re doing whatever you want. How’s that sound?... Come on now, love. You have to speak up.”

When it comes to Mel, conversation is key. Which is why your relationship can feel like a relationship, but also like a class. She pushes you to speak for yourself in many situations, but doesn’t force it upon you. It’s not that she hates how innocent and bashful you can be, she just doesn’t want that to be used against you or for other’s personal gain. So if she can shape you up to speak for yourself just a tiny bit, that will make her content.

Regardless though, she enjoys your company, especially after stressful days working with the council. In a way, you two kind of act like a married couple, having an unspeakable bond, but a loving one nonetheless.

Jayce Talis

“Yeah, the meeting was great!... Okay, fine, I skipped it- But can you blame me? Why would I want to rehash work when I could be here with you?”

If you were a dog owner, Jayce would be that golden retriever that gives you a run for your money, but makes you feel intense happiness. Every day is always something new with this man because he will give you a run for your money due to how hyper he is when he gets a new idea. Also he’s very loving around you, wanting to spend as much time with you as he can.

Though, he’s no Jinx. He knows that the both of you have lives and duties to fulfill. So he’ll give you space. But not for long. Just be ready to be working or relaxing when Jayce pops up out of nowhere to check up on you. If you forget your lunch, he’s going to deliver it to you. Forgot paperwork? He’s already on it, all you need to do is check for numerous errors. Everyone knows how you feel to date Jayce; It’s a wild ride, but a fun one that’s worth it.

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Bad For The Both of Us

● 4.9k word melvik smut

How come you've hit that final chapter?

So long, your days of being free.

And I'm all for happy ever afters,

Just be sure it's where you want to be.

syn: Viktor appears to Mel years after the explosion, no longer a man, but pure arcane. Mel, master sorceress and ruler of Noxus, has unspoken sentiments for Viktor. And luckily for her, Viktor shares the same.

tags: messsyyyyyyyyyy, hate sex, pure fucking, sadism, power play, pain play, p n v, fingering, power brat bottom mel, bdsm, brat punisher viktor, cuteness fluff at the end

an: ITS SO GOOODFF GUYS. proof read, not beta read

Mel Medarda noticed it so quickly. It was the cosmic shift in the air, the tugging of foreign, dirty runes pulling at her empathic heartstrings. Enough to make her call out, sufficient to make her gasp, her head to spin and her arm to weakly hold onto the grand Noxion table before her.

Her knees buckled, sensing the bitter, lonely, troubled, aggressive runes. The forcing feeling was so familiar, the taste of it being something she knew only from her days in Piltover.

These were Hex Runes.

This was.

She sensed the solemn lonely cry.

No. This wasn't Jayce, this was.

Viktor.

She stood fiercely, sending books flying with a clutter. Mel's gorgeous red robes flew and hung off her shoulders to her arms, anger bursting through her veins as she sharply turned. Despite knowing it was him, she wasn't ready to see it.

No longer was he that inhuman creation of runes and scorched flesh, but white. His hair a pure color unbeholdst to nature, behind him, a little of sweetened purple galaxies, his face mellow, sorrowful. His hands were mere ghosts, the rest of his body still fading in as he descended from the ceiling almost hauntingly so.

Haunting, that perfectly described her and the years since Piltover's destruction. She has fought tooth and nail, crawling through the ranks and support of Noxions. Countless battles tested her empathy and her love for humanity. Countless wars Countless negotiations- her hunting of the LeBlanc and Vladimir. All of these brutal gores that could've been made if she had the support of--

Of. Her Jayce…

But here she was after all was said and done, after her name rang bells of peace of prosperity across the land after her magic matured like fine wine. He appeared.

She reached forward to him in the Arcane years ago, and searched for his untraceable runes, knowing such a manmade-mage wouldn't fall so easily.

Yet here he was when she didn't need him.

It made her want to cry.

Unsure of crying into him, or away.

So she let him approach a few feet before her. His feet slowly manifested, hovering over the marble floors before finally making contact. Viktor wordlessly whimpered, as his legs too buckled at the strength of her arcane. And stupidly, Mel reached out for him, rushing to catch his ghostly forearms.

But as expected of a specter, her hands phased right through him. She gasped slightly, closer now, drinking in his wild silver runes, how they buzzed against the gold bursting in her veins. Being so close made her head fuzz, causing her to grunt.

So she stepped backward, back towards her desk, where she sat on the tabletop.

He didn't look at her.

She could feel his grief.

And instantly, just as she knew all those years before, Jayce wasn't intuned to the arcane-- yes blessed by it-- but it wasn't inside of him-- not the way it did them-- Jayce was dead.

"I knew already," she whispered.

She moved on and tried love, yet it didn't fit. No one could fit.

That's when he finally looked up, a frantic rushed look on his face. It was tainted with a juvenile flare, a childish look on his face like a kid getting caught in a cookie jar. She snorted, amusement hanging her golden eyes, "What? You expected me not to know? I am a real mage, you are… less," she disrespected him, she knew it.

She was still angry.

The ghostly figure smiled, it was soft and small. Viktor began to walk around the space, it was her grand room in Noxus, equipped with a larger-than-life bed, grand bookcases, professional paints, and canvas, and was big enough to be a whole room back in Zaun. He'd never seen such luxury, through the eyes of his old cult yes, but never for himself.

He couldn't help but wonder, how different his life would be if he had this.

And also.

He turns to look at her.

If she was just as lonely as he was.

He had all of space, endless movement across cold universes and galaxies, across time. Observing happier, duller, and sadder variations of himself and Jayce, and after watching him so many times, experiencing him so many times, the most foreboding aspect of it all crossed him.

The terrifying, the crippling aspect.

Jayce Talis--friend, partner, loved one--was nevermore.

And despite living, observing various millennia for more time than time can count, he wisened in his years, realizing that his very universe was still unfolding before him. And had to come to the even harder conclusion that he could not exist in isolation with brainless, self-destructing comfort while real reality passes him.

He had to move forward.

And so, he regrettably returned.

And he regrettably yearned for the one person who could understand his love, his essence, and what he could become. The one person he envied.

The woman who had it all.

Power, Jayce, Authority, born with the silver spoon he chased.

The woman he modeled his creatures after.

Mel Medarda, everything he was not.

But, truly, if he were to honestly ask himself why he was here-- without all the words-- was because--

Tears sprung up from his eyes, yet, he wasn't human, so only reflections of light sparkled and disappeared down his cheeks.

And Mel, ever so stupidly, gasped and rushed to hold his forearms once more.

--Viktor was so so fucking lonely.

"Let me touch you," she commanded, knowing that she could if he just tried.

He refused, bundling his palms over his eyes. He was a specter, he wasn't human, so only reflections of notes came out of his mouth.

"Viktor," she barked. "Why are you doing this," her soul shook with despair.

She was an empathic mage. All she could feel was thus bottomless grief, yet had no way to ease it. No way to touch and to caress and to hold, no way to mold it away, the flick off tears and warm up cold skin. She could feel the endless mountain that he carried, how it thrust her and reminded her of her own. How it sprung up uncharged feeling about Viktor, how she felt betrayed yet overlooked it for Noxus sake.

It was always so easy to overlook him for the greater good, but now the greater good and the hardest challenge was to see him. To hold him, to understand, to feel him. Not just him but Zaun, the Zaunites she overlooked.

She was a counselor, she pushed him and Jayce to make weapons-- She could have prevented everything if she just didn't overlook him- overlook Zaun's struggles. Here she is coming face to face with her part in this whole mess, her part that she overlooked to focus on Noxus. Her part rang in her ears as she cared for the health of all people in Noxus, especially the lower class. The part that burdened her with unmeasurable guilt. She knew Viktor for years before ever meeting Jayce, yet not a single time did she--

"V-Viktor please," she mewled. Her last straw was broken, and so can her very human tears, snotty and ungraceful. She hiccuped and sobbed, "Please, please please…" Not knowing the weight of what she was begging. She spoke, "Please just let me touch you." Yet was brave enough to step towards it.

She spoke, "Just c'mer--" But before she could finish her words, Viktor's starry body manifested, crashing sloppily onto hers and toppling them both to their knees. He didn't care as he fell, as his voice vocalized his loud human cries. As his white, reflective body dug into hers as his head fell into her lap; greedy hands holding to the sides of her legs.

A pose, unbeknownst to him, he had subconsciously watched Jayce, universe after universe, perform with Mel. And subconsciously yearned for that fulfilling sense of comfort found in her.

Mel didn't care for how hard he flung her, how she quickly caught her weight with her palm and leaned forward to wrap her arms on his back, desperately leaning over towards him. She cried just as loud as he wailed, and like snotty children, cried and cried until they let it all out. Until their voices croaked, and their mouth was undoubtedly parched. Until Viktor's white skin finally, finally, flickered a fleshy peach.

Until his skin was warm, his hair brown and burdened with blonde streaks. Until his fingers were warm, tips of his toes too; until a fake heartbeat pulsed through his immortal body. But all of it was real to him, and ever so real to Mel.

He leaned up by then, his face messy and drenched, hair sticking in every direction, accompanied by a lazy smile and eyes that vulture Mel. Mel, as she tries to make herself more presentable, despite the long trail of snot that keeps sticking to her forearm as she tries to wipe it from her face.

Viktor, chuckling, reaches for her nose and wipes it away in an instant, not caring for the slime feeling. Somehow, it was pleasant to him. He forgot about all the various fluids humanity produced.

She stammers, "V-Viktor, no," and embarrassing wipes it away with her ruby robe.

"O-Oguh," he croaks at first, not used to speaking in millennia. Mel snickers, but he continues, "I didn't think you could cry, Counselor Medarda," his voice is teasing.

"Oh, but not as grotesque as watching light cry," she rolls her eyes. He laughs, his cheeks tinging pink, eyes embarrassingly flocking away from her.

Still, he won't let her win that. He spoke, "Hmm but not as--"

But unfortunately, a knock raptured at the door as a servant stepped in. She asked, "Leader Medarda. Are you alright? I heard a commotion."

"Yes… Lena, could you please bring us some tea," she looks to Viktor, who quickly slaps protective hands over his chest, "O-Oh! Um. And a change of clothes for our g-guest."

And weirdly, heat rushes to her face, and she can't seem to bring her eyes up from the floor.

The door shuts with a "yes ma'am", and Viktor awkwardly clears his throat.

"You, Viktor, embarrassed of nudity? Aren't you the mage who pranced around fully naked… while taking souls," she remarks smartly.

He gasps, "M-Mel! Why th- That is low brow!" He croaks it out, raising a playful hand to push her shoulder.

Satisfied giggles burst through her as she stands, dropping her robe to him. And as she peaks down, she admires him.

His soft pale skin, sweet brown hair accompanied by bagged eyes, and flushed beauty-marked cheeks. How skinny he was, and how he looked with her country's signature velvet red draped over his naked body. She feels, even more ashamed, despite everything that happened between them, of the attraction brewing in her veins.

She, stupidly, forgets to shut it down.

And stupider, watches him nervously and frantically covers himself in more of her robes. How she stares at the fleeting amount of skin as it disappears behind red, only revealing his skinny, bony collar bone.

And the freckle on his neck.

Soft enough to--

He asks, "Are you done ogling me, Counselor?"

She gasps, "It's not like that! I have not seen you 'normal' in forever."

He retorts, "Oh no, Counselor. I meant my question in that way. Unless. Oh, Mel… Were you not thinking like that--"

She squeaks, "I was thinking it the normal casual way!"

He speaks, "I don't think you were, M--"

"I'm pretty sure I was, I'm--"

"No you were way too--"

"You think I don't understand how I am feeling? I'm the empath mage I know feelings. I know myself exactly, I don't need you too--"

"You are defensive. Exactly, in my experience, only guilty women--" He's teasing her worse now, playing into the argument as he stands, holding onto her and limping despite no longer having an ailment after dying. Maybe it's a part of him that he still needs, a reminder of himself and his forgotten humanity.

"Ooh-ho-ho, you, Viktor, believe you know it all, don't you--"

"No, I am simply pointing out an observation, we scientists do that. It's our job you know… What you pay me to do."

A new voice squeaked out, "Um. Miss Medarda, the tea and clothes you asked for."

Ah.

She didn't even hear her come in…

[[

They talked all until deep into the night, not running out of things to say, and somehow through it all, ditching the tea for wine. And yet, still, the clothes Viktor was supposed to wear were perched on the desk, forgotten; as the pair sit around a fireplace, cozying up on a lounging sofa. Mel lay with her arms propped up on the sofa, while Viktor sat on the armrest, half of the long red robe falling off his shoulders and revealing freckled skin. He held the wine bottle in his hand, and his glass in the other, and poured for Mel as hers grew low. They both succumbed to the disease that was their humanity and pissy drunkenness.

He set the bottle down on the lamp table behind him. And he reaches with his hand to touch Mel's face. Her cheeks are soft and warm, her eyes doe-like and cute, the way they stare up at him. His fingers trace the golden patterns along her face.

Viktor spoke, "These patterns are remarkable. The Arcane has truly blessed you, Counselor…"

"It's Mel. And yes I am blessed. But tell me again, Herald… Did you lose your lack of personal space in the commune, or was it the centuries in space that taught you that," she asked. She slapped his hand awake with a peevish smile, drunkenly sitting up; never breaking eye contact. Her weight was unstable, as she sloppily leaned against the back of the sofa, with a snicker.

Viktor took a large sip, careless as beads of red rum dribbled down his chin. And when it finished, he reached back behind him for the wine, while speaking, "It's Viktor, and… You know, Counselor, you have a very smart mouth," the wine was empty, so he dropped his glass, and it rolled to the floor. He reaches and takes her glass, taking a deviously long sip, never looking away- before speaking; "All night you've been giving me sass… Someone ought to shut it up." His fingers again, rougher this time, reach for her face. He caresses her cheek roughly, before slipping his index and middle finger against her lips, they bump into her locked teeth.

She grabs his wrist aggressively, yanking his hand away and gracefully sneaking in towards him. They're deadly close, her free hand on his knee as she leans up into him, the smell of rum potent on her lips. "No one shuts me up. Ever. Viktor," she spitefully says his name, hissing it like a feral cat.

His lips parted, his eyes drunk in her stare, in her sass, in her warmth. He can't pull away, and from how it looks, she also doesn't want to. Rushing this would be horrible for the both of them, hurting each other- brutal.

Maybe it was the envy or the wine, but he didn't stop her when she drunkenly snuck teeth into his neck. He grunts, dropping his head back, reveling in the painful sensation. He almost forgot how addictive pain felt, how exciting it was to purposefully do the wrong thing when he knew what was right.

He drops the glass, purposefully succumbing to it all, accepting the heat coursing him. Purposefully accepting, he reaches with his hand grabs fists full of braids, and yanks her head back.

"Fuck it," he whispers.

Mel whines and cries in shock, but it doesn't last long as Viktor force-feeds her tongue. She slurps it up, ever so greedy, her hands gliding up to drag the robes off his shoulders. It was addictive, the way she clawed at him, Addictive and frantic, how they slurped and sucked each other's tongues. Nonsensical, the wild animalistic grunts and groans boil out from them both.

Viktor dropped his hold on her hair to toss off that flimsy robe as Mel mewled delightfully. He didn't stop there, as he lunged forward again, pinning Mel to the sofa, and letting his wild hands roam her barely covered breasts. He peeled back her black top from her breasts, and they bounced out delightedly. Her chocolate nipples are hard and alert, her chest also glimmering with her golden markings.

He grunted and laughed, so sadistic, the way he buried himself into the same body Jayce did. It was as if fate laughed at them, but truly, he couldn't care less. This was the most bliss he's ever had, and, as he teased her nipples with his tongue, he was sure this was the same for her. They were both equally cunning and equally evil.

It made him stand erect.

He rolled her between his fingers, pinching them mercilessly, as if he was trying to cause pain to her. Mel grunted and tossed her head back, rubbing her thighs together, desperate to get some friction. Viktor laughed, "Bad girl," and dropped his right hand to rip her legs open. "Take these off, M-- Counselor Medarda," he tugs at her tight pants.

Mel giggles excitedly, sitting up and reaching back to unzip herself, slipping out within seconds. She's left in plain black underwear, her curves causing him to twitch. He reaches forward to her breasts again, but she scoots close. "Viktooor," she whines, "let's go to bed hurry."

He stands, grabbing her by the arm, and rushing her over to it. Almost child-like, they giggle and snicker on their way there like teenagers sneaking out. Viktor immediately pushes her back onto it, listening to her breathless sighs as she crawls back on the vast bed. It was big enough to fit four, yet only she slept in it. Such a headless display of wealth, it made his lips snarl.

"For single a woman, you have quite the bed. Does it get lonely? Aah. Is it cold at night," he asks with a hiss. She chuckles darkly but says nothing yet as he crawls beside her, sucking in her sweet lips. She bites his bottom lip, harshly, watching it bleed and licking it up.

She spoke, "You're one to speak. You were supposed to share the galaxy with my boyfriend, but you accidentally killed him instead. Whose truly the lonely one here?" Her eyes were laced with venom, and Viktor fed off it.

"You know Mel," he sighs dangerously, looking away as if she meant nothing to him, "I don't need this body to fuck you. I can do it," Viktor raises his hand, his middle finger shining brightly before vanishing, "Right now." Mel suddenly feels a finger enter her walls, it pushes before thrusting deep into her. The abruptness makes her cry out, her head haphazardly hitting the bed frame hard. She barely has time to hold her head before Viktor thrusts swiftly, the sound of her wet walls squelching loudly in the air. It was sloppy, the way her black panties were so quickly drenched in seconds, highlighting just how horny she was.

He grinned slyly, his eyes lidded in inflation. She looked so undeniably beautiful. Her body, was toned and curvaceous, shining like the stars, dark and smooth, her beautiful braids clinging from her messy ponytail and around her body. And maybe, the faintest notion of fucking where Jayce once was made it even more wrong. And even more erotic.

"How- aaugh.. Are you- yoou," she tried to keep up, but she couldn't even form a sentence, as she flopped over onto her side, her nose next to his knee, and her hands reached into her thighs. She cries, "B-but… aah. You're a man-mu… made mage!"

"I am a god, Counselor. Or are you overlooking that too? I am the definition of wild runes, I am brilliance. I am final! I am limitless. I am the arcane," his voice is laced with anger. Anger from the past springing up, as he leaned down to peer into her eyes. He fucked her slow now, slow and rough, making sure to show her his hand, how it stayed compliment still, yet she was getting fucked by a mere finger.

Like a figment of her mind, a specter in the night.

Mel chuckles, staring deep into his eyes as she sneered, "Not all of it. You're wild, I am natural. I am natural born-- human-- blessed. You're not… I was born pure, you were made to replicate my image. You call yourself a God Viktor, then recreate Jayce."

Viktor slapped his hand over her mouth, the space where his middle finger would be filled up with her soft cheeks.

It's then his free hand guides her on her back and lays his thumb on her swollen clit. She twitches and arches into his touch as he runs brief circles on her. He barely gets to play with her for long, although. It's finally then, does she cum, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, toes curling.

His finger materializes out of her and back on. Viktor removes his hand and kisses her deeply as she rides down her high. Mel reaches for his shoulders, burying her hands into his long locks. In the ordeal, Viktor climbs on top of her, lining his dribbling cockhead up against her clit. He fucks into it, keeping his thumb there to press deep and harshly against the heavily enlarged bud.

Her golden nails dug up the skin of his flesh, the pain mixed with pleasure causing her toes to curl. Their sex was like fireworks to her, refreshing in the way it brought her closure, yet more dangerous than ever before. To her, she had mourned Jayce many, grieved him a lot. But years have passed, she's moved on, and she even, as hard as it was to admit was beginning to forget her face.

She didn't feel guilt, not the way Viktor did, she could sense it radiating from his arcane. But she felt it wrong still, after all, Viktor destroyed Piltover. Their history will make having a healthy, normal relationship without each other difficult. The underlying grudge hatred she had, despite accepting her hand in the whole ordeal, was still there. Soft and calling to her from the back of her mind.

But fuck, it felt so good to be so angry, to be so aggressive with him. She's poised, not allowed to show a crack of emotion here in Noxus. Unprofessional anger could lead to a miscalculation, a miscalculation: a misstep. A misstep, death by LeBlanc. So much frustration, so much buried deep inside.

She liked being so fucking unreasonable. So fucking feral and wild. For no reason at all other than she can, and he can handle it. Viktor can handle her rage, and she can easily handle his. They're angry at each other for so many past reasons, reasons words fail to voice. Yet so attracted to each other, oddly, despite never experiencing it before.

It was the danger for Mel, the taste and smell of wild runes in the air, fogging up her brain.

It was the power for Viktor, his desire to trample the flames, yet the sexiness of watching her speak and carry herself so confidently.

They're past the point of words now past the point of reason. Past the point of no return.

The only thing on their minds is to fuck, fuck hard, and fuck rough.

Viktor slips his tip towards her clothed hole, pushing the head in, feeling her clench roughly around it.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuuck! Viiktor please," she mewls, clawing at his skin even more. She leans up to peer down at it all, her forehead resting against his.

He, thankfully, obeys, slipping out and pulling her panty to the side before sinking in. She swallows him up like he's nothing, a testament to the waterfall of lust he's cultivated in her. She's warm and tight around him, her flesh soft, her walls sucking him in. He's forgotten how good sex feels, how hot and sweaty and loud and fluid-filled it is. His hands grabbed her hips, as she wrapped her legs around him.

He thrusts pacedly into her, his tip fucking and massaging her walls, the sex causing her to cry out. Here she was, brimming on the edge of insanity, but they were just getting started. Her clit was begging to be touched, just a few twirls, and she'd cum. But an overwhelming part of her wanted the torture of edging, so she sloppily laid her hands back by her head, clenching her fingers into powerful fists.

It was so humiliating. Humiliating the way his addictive grunts and moans filled the air and made her walls flutter, humiliating how her heart burned and pumped viciously. She was out of breath yet full of fresh air at the same time. Humiliating, how his vice grip on her hips made her feel so taken care of; how her panties felt soggy and stuck to her body in place. Humiliating how his piping hot average-sized dick was hard like a stone but had a deliciously soft tip that knew where to strike her each time.

She can't take it anymore she has to cum. Mel frantically reaches for her clit, but her hand disappears, and in a flicker of light, reappears behind her head. She could only watch in disbelief, as her wrist bumped against her stomach with no hand attached to it, yet at the same time, she could feel her hand against the pillow by her hair. But as the shock fades, only anger remains.

Yet Viktor knows that, and he fucks her viciously fast.

She sputters out, "F-Fuck yyou!" Tears of frustration dribble down her cheeks.

"I think- haah you're already doing that," he pants with a chuckle.

It only makes her more turned on. So desperately, she tries to disguise her pleasure, her utter humiliation of how he had her helpless. She spits out, "I hate you so f-fucking much, Viktoor… You took everythinguh from meee." Her eyes finally find his face in the commotion, admiring his fucked out face.

His lips were agape, eyes glossy, eyebrows pinched in desire. His hair seemed to stick to his face, his blonde strands curling around his neck. It was so obvious that everything she said was going in one ear and out the other. He was drunk on pussy, and was about to cum. He opens his lips to say something back to her.

He speaks, "Mmh-- H-Hate? Your pussy pulls me back in every time, Counselor?"

Mel moans out viciously, clenching vice around his dick. He turned her on so effortlessly. She leans forward, carelessly holding onto his shoulders as he speeds up erratically. Just when she thought she'd be edging all night, his middle finger materialized on her clit, rolling it as he reached his high.

She gasped and moaned loudly, the sound enough to shatter through the vast room, her head tossing back, her toes curling, as climatic fireworks ran up and down her skin.

"Yes! Yes! Viiik-tor," Mel came, leaving a final, vicious claw down his back, drawing more blood to join the rest in their trail down his back.

Viktor shot his load deep into her velvet warmth, his tip kissing her cervix as if they had nothing to worry about. And as he moaned out, he finally called her name again, much like her, "M-Mel- aah…"

He slipped out and fell back on his butt, his legs stretching out on either side of her. She got a good view of his average-sized cock softening up. The handsome sight of his skinny chest heaving, mouth panting.

After a while of catching their breaths, Mel gulps, "May I have my hand back now, Herald?" She grins, drumming the floating hand against her cheek.

He smiles fondly, his eyes crinkling up with delight. "Hmm, no." Part of him is deadly serious.

Mel rolls her eyes, sitting up just to sloppily lay against his chest. His hands give out, and they fall back onto the bed. "By gods, you're a bitch, Viktor." She strokes him with her left hand, tuning into the sound of his heartbeat. "Hey, could you always fuck like that or--"

"Oh heavens no… I would have gotten weak maybe a quarter of the way. Too much activity, and too much strain on my legs… Hah, it was refreshing to move so," the words evaded him.

"Free?"

"Yes…"

She drew comforting circles on his chest. She could sense a sudden shift in his emotions. It was the aura of melancholy again, hinted with the flavor of bottomless lonesome. With a flicker of light, Mel's right hand returned to her.

Viktor grabs Mel's shoulders and speaks, "Well, Counselor--"

"Viktor. Stay the night. You ought to. You owe me this…"

His emotions immediately burst with delight. She giggled abruptly.

"Eh, not my thing."

Mel raises up, looking up at his flustered face as she softly rests her chin on him. "Oh, but I insist. My bed is warm, it's large, lonely" she says, "need I list more?"

"Fine. I will stay simply because--"

She interrupts, "And Viktor?"

He sighs in annoyance, "Yes?"

"Noxus is always welcome to you… My private quarters… are also open to you." Her eyes gleam in mischief.

Viktor sighs, "This will be bad for the both of us."

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?

okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.

Lots under the cut!

♣️Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.

♣️Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.

♣️Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.

♣️Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...

♣️Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.

♣️Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.

♣️Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.

🏵️Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantôme" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.

🏵️Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.

🏵️Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.

⛰️Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.

#i have a lackadaisy OC loosely based on that inbred oriental baby lol #who is just. a fucking tree. a snake with fur.#lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #freckle mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #mitzi may x reader #viktor vasko x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #zib zibowski x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #wick sable x reader #atlas may x reader

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immeasurablesaladagere · 6 months ago

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UGH SALAD!! I LIVE FOR UR HEADCANONS OKOK can i get headcanons of Viktor being taken care of by his siblings for the first time 🫶🫶 with five as his playmate ofc

Your ask did go through :) Here you go!

Luther didn't know what he was doing, bless his soul. He just gave Viktor snacks and a juice every few hours like he was a gerbil and put on a movie and just. watched. Viktor spent the entire time glancing over his shoulder like "you wanna come watch too?" but Luther did not want to afford any distractions.

Diego did his best, he is unfortunately the holder of "only sibling to make Viktor cry the first time he watched him" badge, however. He didn't mean to, they just happened to be watching a nature documentary when a segment about killer whales came on and Diego offhandedly mentioned that the whales "play with" and basically torture their food (the cute little seals) for hours before they eventually kill and eat it, and Viktor just burst into tears. Diego spent the next thirty minutes cursing under his breath and trying to fix it and eventually won him over with the promise of way too much junk food.

It's not surprising that Allison was a good parent to him. She had a few rules for structure and was firm with them, had dedicated meal and nap times, snacks were tasty and healthy, and she played dinosaurs with him. She did accidentally leave her glass of whine out on the table and didn't realize until Viktor complained that her juice tasted bad, but that was just that one time shhhhh.

The first time Klaus looked after Viktor was also the first time he (or really anyone besides Viktor) looked after Five. They were chill for the most part, but Viktor ended up having to half-parent Five because he was the only one Five would listen to, and make sure he didn't try jumping or teleporting while regressed because who knows how that might've ended. Klaus wanted to play fun games outside and get messy with a sprinkler or something, but they both preferred finding bugs and putting them in little homemade terrariums instead. Klaus made them PB&J's with no crust and cut into triangles and like a piece of fruit, just to say he gave them something with "vitamins" or whatever. Fun uncle, will buy them whatever without question.

Big Five and little Viktor get along really well also. Viktor's always a pretty quiet kid and Five was content to read to him or drone about his equations to him and he would just listen. Five likes telling the more interesting/child-friendly stories from his time in The Commission like an old war-vet grandfather, so he did a lot of that while Viktor mindlessly played.

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere blog #age regression #fandom agere #agere headcanons #tua agere #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy agere

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egalitarian-tomboy · 2 years ago

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Rocky the Demented Matchmaker (A Lackadaisy Theory)

Before we get into the post I want to clarify that this post has spoilers for the Lackadaisy webcomic & overarching world that has been canonized so far. If you would like to avoid spoilers for the comic, please bookmark this post and go read up to the latest chapter currently available on the Lackadaisy official website. You have been warned.

After Rocky, in a moment of delirious honesty, admitted to Ivy that he took the blame for a family tragedy that he might’ve had nothing to do with in order to keep Freckle in school undisturbed by the consequences of what happened. It’s clear how much he loves his cousin. I’d even go as far as to say that he considers him more of a brother than a cousin. Since he’s a whole 5 years older than him, there’s a considerable age gap between the two in regards to life experience and knowledge about the world. Even if he isn’t book smart, Rocky’s got more street smarts that it’s all second nature to him. So when he gets his cousin into the business of liquor running for Lackadaisy as a hired gunman partner, he wants to offer him something in exchange for putting his life on the line - A Girlfriend / Possible Wife.

Keep in mind this series takes place in 1927. 2 years before the Great Depression and creeping toward the looming collapse of the prohibition era in 1933. During this time men were typically married by 24 while women were married by 21. Although there are cases that show that some men and women got married as young as 17 (with parental consent). Rocky is 23 years old, a Bachelor who has never been married or has been in a serious romantic relationship (that we know of). From his current line of work and his mental state of mind right now, finding a wife is the least of his concerns. But that isn’t the case for Freckle. While his mother is still pretty young, 48 years old to be exact, that doesn’t mean that Freckle wouldn’t have some prodding from her regarding settling down and having kids of his own.

So what do you do when your cousin is a fellow bachelor that’s down on his luck? You introduce him to someone that might want to be something more than friends.

In comes Ivy Pepper. Goddaughter of Mitzi’s deceased Husband and recently single jazz baby of the Lackadaisy. She’s not single for what she’s done on her part per say, it’s because Viktor intimidates all of her ex boyfriends physically to the point of being put in a wheel chair for going near her since he sees her as a daughter to him. So how far in the relationships she actually got are up in the air. But the moment she meets Freckle, she’s head over heels for him. Immediately noting how cute he is and inviting him on a date while Rocky gets something to clean up the mess she made on purpose to distract him.

Now you can say that Rocky had no intentions on playing matchmaker, since they just got done extracting revenge on the pig farmers, I’d argue that Rocky knew exactly what he was doing when he introduced him to Ivy. Especially since his reaction to her calling Freckle her boyfriend and proclaiming to Viktor they’re dating wasn’t one of confusion, it was gleeful teasing. Even before that, when they were at Ivy’s college he teased Freckle about how Ivy must’ve fallen head over heels for him already in a wink-wink nudge-nudge kind of way. Trying to get across the idea of maybe seeing Ivy as a girlfriend or possible wife in the future. Even his teasing / overreacting of her asking if Freckle was introducing her to his mother was more panicked in the way that it was far too early for Freckle to introduce her as his girlfriend. They hadn’t even had a proper date or first kiss. a REAL first kiss. Not what she did before as a quick peck on the lips after they got done meeting with Viktor. No that real proper first kiss would come later.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The other reason why I believe Rocky is the maniacal mastermind behind this ship, the crazed captain if you will, is because of the way he talks to Freckle after he had his first real kiss with Ivy in the truck. Asking him if they still weren’t on a first name basis after kissing / possibly making out in that truck. To which Freckle officially starts calling her Ivy instead of Miss Pepper. Even though he didn’t deny being her boyfriend in front of Viktor after she declared them a couple, he didn’t necessarily agree that he was her boyfriend either. It wasn’t until she kissed him quickly on the lips in the car that he possibly started to truly fall in love with her. She smooched him once and he was ready to ask her for another kiss before he went off on his big night with Rocky. But this time, a proper one where they had more privacy and Rocky wasn’t there to make any sort of remarks.

And all my mans had to say after they were in the truck together was “Are you seriously not on a first name basis after kissing like THAT?”

Nah.

You can’t tell me that Rocky hasn’t been playing matchmaker this entire time trying to get his cousin a girlfriend. Nope. Nuh uh.

#Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy spoilers #Long Post #Ivy x Calvin #Ivy x Freckle #Calvin x Ivy #Freckle x Ivy #Ivy Pepper #Calvin McMurray #Rocky Rickaby #Lackadaisy Theory #Haven't done one of these in a while

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mollysunder · 1 year ago

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Everytime it Wasn't Swain

After rewatching Arcane, I decided to make a list for everytime Swain was almost there. You thought he was being alluded to, but he wasn't, it was actually something else. Or was it?

1. The Crows

Swain has ravens, not crows, there just happen to be a suspiciously large quantity of crows, for a port city, instead of seagulls. As the show went on, the arrival of crows became synonymous with Jinx's presence and vice versa. It's not hard to see why, crows are intelligent and naturally social birds that do well in urban ecosystems, they just have a mixed reputation as good and bad omens. On a narrative level, the presence of crows does have interesting implications. Crows and ravens are easily confused for the other if you don't know what to look for. And the more I read about Swain, the more I notice that he and Jinx (in Arcane) are similar in some regards. Not just the fact they killed and maimed their family members, that's not uncommon for League backstories for some reason. From a storytelling standpoint, they both serve as living embodiment of their respective nations, good and bad, that other characters have to react to. And it was their actions that changed the trajectory of their nations.

What's even more interesting is that crows and raven in real life don't get along, they're incredibly territorial and avoid one another. If they do cross paths, crows are more likely to pick a fight with ravens. Despite the raven being bigger, crows band together in large groups to fend off ravens from their nesting areas, sort of like they harass them away. Food for thought.

2. The Man Named Jericho but not Swain

This one was cute. It took me a while to realize that they both had the same first name, except Swain has a last name, which is Swain. The first time his name was mentioned was when Vi and Caitlyn were on the search for Silco, but Vi was really on the search for Jinx. Funny enough, Jericho's apron and pants looks like the Jinx's outfit. I know plenty of people wear pinstripes in Zaun, but the black triangle with the 'X' in the center was pretty on the nose. On one hand this shot could foreshadow the way Jinx's actions come between Caitlyn and Vi. On the other, that's not as fun, and I want to know if this makes Jericho a Jinx stan! Seriously, maybe it's another hint at the way Zaun and Noxus are similar threats to Piltover, just in different clothes. Or Swain's a Jinx stan too!

3. The Palette Portrait

I've watched Arcane more than once and never managed to see it before, and wasn't too sure it was Swain until I outlined the figure myself. There he is long white hair, red magic hand, widow's peak, and sharp profile. In context, this is part of the scene where Mel is aggressively painting while Jayce apologizes for leaving her alone in bed the night Viktor collapsed. It's the first time Jayce and the audience sees her paint, and is essentially one of the first moments we get to see a part of her inner life. In this exact shot she says, "There's a lot you don't know about me". I'd say pretty on the nose to say this is foreshadowing her past connections to Noxus. But there's small things that are off, for example, Swain is draped in red rather than a severe black. And his face is dark while he's a white man, the color choices actually fit Ambessa more than Swain. Another fake out? Or maybe it means that there's no difference between people like Swain and Ambessa in the grand scheme of Noxus' war machine.

All in all I found three times Swain's presence was almost confirmed, but instead was something or someone else. There was always one or two details off to make it so. Each time there was an "almost Swain" connection, it was usually in association with Jinx or Mel, a cast member actually from Noxus. Swain, or at least the concept of Swain, seems to haunt the Mel's past and Jinx's future.

#arcane #jinx arcane #mel medarda #jericho arcane #jericho swain #swain lol #you know the saying #once is chance #twice is coincidence #third times a pattern #jinx making zaun look untenable as a future colony to ward off swain and noxus in general #maybe this is the last time I mention Swain finally

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devintrinidad · 6 months ago

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Episode four here we go:

Right away, I think this is the best opening of season four. I have always had a soft spot for the Hargreeves as their young child selves. It was something that I wished we had more screentime of back in season one and season two. (Like, all the past flashbacks are my favorites). That said, this was pretty good and I love how they solidified that Ben and Viktor were somewhat close in the past, at least close enough that Viktor could be in Ben's room and try on his mask.

I'm not sure if they totally retconned Ben's meek/nice self or maybe he became jaded when he was in late teen years and became "wholesome" again when we see him again at the start of Season One. I mean, I can give his snarkiness a pass since he is a teen and maybe being dead changed his personality a bit. Or maybe Klaus' ghost powers somewhat influenced Ben???? I'm not sure, but hey, I'm just speculating.

Anyway, I talked about how yesterday that there was another creative umbrella opening and today was so good! I loved how Ben and Jennifer together formed the umbrella. I also liked how the clothes mirrored each other like a yin/yang symbol! That's so cool! Kind of like how durango and marigold are opposites of each other???

Another thing that I like to mention, I love the interactions among the children. Luther taking point, Diego eager to prove himself, Allison trying to help Klaus, Klaus being Klaus, it's all great.

Wish we could have seen more from the child actors and I'm happy that they got someone great for Ben. I have no idea if these are the original child actors from season one, but if they are, that's awesome.

As for the rest of the plot... I'm still iffy on Reginald's wife. Why is she??? Like tht??? She's too good to be true. It's kind of interesting that she's his complete opposite, but Reginald totally adores her. However, it becomes all the more grating when there's no contrast coming from her. She's too nice and too good. She appeals to Reginald, but like... Why? We get from Reginald that he thinks himself superior, so what about Abigail? I think it would make her all the more interesting if she thought herself better as well and only see their children as helpless and weak. I don't know. I need more to her character.

Viktor really went off this season.

But, I feel like this was a rehash from season one? Like, didn't he already make his point? About wanting to be part of the team? About wanting to be seen? I thought this was already resolved in Season Two and he was already pretty much part of the team in season three. Why again? I get he wanted to be at peace, but??? Wasn't he already at peace???

That said, I love how there's a continuation of Viktor being a mediator, always coming up with a plan. I wonder if it will come to fruition, though.

Also, there was this analysis way back from season one and how it commented that Reginald respected his children enough in some ways. Kind of like how he allowed Allison to have her natural hair, which is cool. Here, he calls Viktor a boy and like. Good for him, he basically was decent enough to respect Viktor's transition.

I feel like Luther and Diego were given a bone just so that they would have something to do. Luther isn't a himbo anymore, he's just... flanderized at this point? His one redeeming quality is that when Diego tells him that he needs to have something like the CIA< Luther noticeably relents and lets his little brother do his thing. That was cute. I respect it.

Klaus. Ummm... Gosh... Please, save him. I'm glad that he isn't drugged up, but what happened to him is on the same par of horrible. He should not have been put in that situation and I think the writers wanted to get rid of him just like they wanted to get rid of Luther and Diego. Done done done done done dirty.

Allison knowing rigor mortis because of a tv show and her accurate aim was amazing. No notes. She also clearly cares about Klaus. However... I don't think Klaus was always reaching out to her??? Like, I don't think I saw any one of that in season one??? (I don't deny that I could be wrong, though). Klaus was always alone and Allison had moved across the country. I get that there was a flashback earlier in the episode, but I feel like that was only to cement Allison's comment about Klaus always turning to her and hoping the audience doesn't rewatch season one or something.

Claire is using therapy buzz words and she's a teenager. There could have been a more appropriate way of saying those things, but I guess I could give it a pass? I don't know that much about Claire as a character and she seems mature for her own age.

Lila and Five going off on another adventure again. Yay. Lila really needs to confront the fact that if her marriage is having problems she shouldn't always be running away from talking to Diego. At least Diego is putting in the effort to actually confront her and talk to her. Lila's using Five as an escape and I feel like Five knows??? But enables her??? Or maybe he's confused and is trying his best to help in his own way? I mean, he's also trying to prevent another apocalypse, but still. It should look fishy on his end and I feel like Five from previous seasons would have wisened up and told Diego point blank what Lila is doing because, he should, care more about his brother and used bluntness as a tactic to make sure his brother knew.

One good thing about Lila and Five's trips to alternate timelines was the Phoenix Academy??? I wonder how Reginald came up with the names! Like, why umbrella? Why sparrow? And I love how the different uniforms reflect the different timelines lol. It's interesting that Klaus was included in the Phoenix Academy, but I wonder if that has something to do with his powers.

Ben and Jennifer... I now understand why people are saying Ben is a yandere lol. I would question why Ben and Jennifer are suddenly so interested in each other, but I suppose that marigold and durango interacting are why. I wish there was something more, but I feel like these essences or chemicals or whatever is the sole reason.

Also, Ben being somewhat romantic when he says that he has tentacles and Jennifer was inside a squid means that they were meant to be??? Just kill me, omg

Also, quick question, if there were multiple children of marigold... what about durango? Or does the idea of opposites also include durango? Like children of marigold is multiple, but durango can only happen to one person.

What are the odds that Jennifer happened to be in the vicinity of someone with marigold??? With the odds of billions of people on the planet, there should have been a near zero percent chance of the apocalypse happening in the first place. If you think about, it was Reginald's fault that he kept Jennifer in close proximity to the Umbrella Academy in this universe. He could have easily sent her to another country and that would have been it.

Also, was it ever explained why Jennifer from the original timeline was in a shipping container? if she was so easy to kill, why couldn't Reginald kill her himself? If this was a test, then everyone failed, but still. If this was such a dangerous thing to happen, he should have just gotten the job done himself.

Also, I know it's not going to happen, but it would have been so cool that when Viktor was using his powers on Reginald, Reginald actually turned into his alien form. I think that would have been great to reveal him as the monster he is when he's at his most vulnerable.

Anyway... episode five tomrrow?

Not gonna lie, I just watched the first episode the new TUA season. It doesn't seem bad. Yet.

I thought it was pretty fun and entertaining, if a bit mean spirited and took the characters in vastly different directions than I thought.

(They gotta stop dunking on Diego and Luther. They're himbos, but that doesn't mean you get to insult Diego's appearance and make Luther the butt of every single joke).

That said, knowing what I know about how the season will develop... I did get a sinking feeling when I saw Lila and Five having fun after the Keepers meeting and saw that Diego was watching. That little sideplot could have easily been played off for laughs and would have served as more fodder for siblings who like to tease each other... but I know what's going to happen, but I'm prepared for it.

Really, what stood out to me was that Five and Viktor sat together when they were at the Hibachi grill. I don't care anything else in this episode (though I am glad that Klaus is sober and seeks control in his life and Ben is... Ben is being very conniving and I wonder why he didn't take all the marigold for himself). Anywhoozles my 2019 Fiveya heart is smiling with joy, especially considering how close Five and Viktor once were.

(It's a long shot, but I hope there's a few more Fiktor moments here and there).

#tua #tua spoilers #tua season four episode four

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