#jayce too full of himself and viktor too little

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There are SO MANY hateful parallels and atrocious differences between the two of them and their relationship is SO DOOMED by the narrative that I feel PHYSICALLY unwell. i don’t care if they fuck or not, the tragedy here is of the same extent of Patroclus and Achilles and i can’t stand it.

[dadsbongos]

hi (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ i was wondering if it's okay to be a little bit feral about viktor here.,..,., craving him. Carnally

let’s get feral about viktor…  general thots here and then a stupid blurb below the cut

would definitely be into face-sitting: pleasing his partner while laying back. hands free to roam and grope and you get to control the pace. you could grind on his nose and throw your head back and he just gets to listen as you squeal.

also would look so so so good covered in hickies….. purplish love bites decorating his sharp collarbones.. he’d probably let you get away with sucking some up his neck since he’s locked in the lab all day anyway

hngnnnggg he’s gotta be PENT up too. he’s handsome and he knows it, but he went from a studying assistant to a full scientist behind hextech so he pretty much capped himself on sex. so when he gets into it he is. INTO it. so needy and whiny and overstimulates himself to keep fucking you just so he doesn’t have to stop

i want him lol… not laughing

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his careful and thoughtful inflection, each word he says wrought so particularly that no matter how big the words he uses are -you understand each one perfectly with how he uses it.

which is why you take so much pleasure in finding him tongue-tied next to you. pale cheeks flushing and eyes, so ragged with knowledge, wide chock full of curiosity. you’re sure he hasn’t gotten much attention -- no amount of beauty or charming accent can save a scientist from his own devotion.

he got dragged out to an exhibition gala by jayce and he’s been slick against the wall since arriving. no drink or plate in hand, he simply leans there in a bored silence. which is when the last person he wants to see arrives: you, the new assistant.

you spare no time before saddling up beside him with two champagne flutes. one has a dewy smear of gloss along the rim while you extend the other.

“any commitments tomorrow? or can i finally see the famed hextech let loose?”

viktor eyes the bubbles, dragging his gaze up to your face and halting there for an excruciating second before leaning to grab the glass.

“i was just thinking of leaving,” he admits, “these public showings are not my idea.”

“go figure. i think everyone here’s gathered that.”

“jayce can handle any questions of the evening…” viktor sighs, frowning down at the champagne, “sad that you wasted your time getting me the glass.”

“you know, i do wonder how many girls out in town dream about jayce. he’s the face -a pretty face- for hextech,” viktor raises a brow at you prodding for explanation, “i just don’t understand how they can overlook the brains.”

viktor jumps, gaze startling down to his feet, a stiff response already spilling, “jayce is half the brain, and so am i.”

“then i guess i just need to tell you that i think you’re cute.”

a flurry of excuses storms behind his eyes before he catches his breath, shoulders drooping as he exhales and realizes: he doesn’t have to find an excuse. he doesn’t have to refuse you at all. 

he’s not working tonight. you’re not working. he can’t remember the last time he got to act like a normal man with normal desires rather than fulfilling some vague purpose. an idyllic achievement.

he could just be a man tonight.

so he clinks his glass against yours with a soft smile, “then i’m assuming you’re not busy tomorrow, either?”

“i am not,” you beam, sliding closer toward him.

and good thing; both of you having the next day off means you can pull viktor into your apartment, and then your bed. he lets you guide the night, watching with uncharacteristic amazement as you strip -- he looks so mesmerized his hands clench, itching to scale up your bare sides.

you swing a leg over him when he’s sat against your headboard, “you okay, vik?” he tilts his head only for you to cup his cheeks and keep his head straight, “you’re all flushed.”

“your forwardness,” he blinks up at you, heart thrumming between his ribs, “it scares me.”

“oh?”

“i’ve never been more aroused.”

“oh…”

… in another world i will write a viktor fic with this same premise… it is so. Interesting to me.

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Act 2, Innitial thoughts, It's 4:30am

First of all: I really need to stop staying up late to binge this show...

SO!

Overall I feel a little bit of everything except happiness. It was all rather confusing and chaotic, which I think was meant to go along with the mess that the natural world is currently in, but is more likely a pacing issue. Act 1 could be quick in some places, but this act had far more 'trust me, happened off screen' moments and I'm not a fan.

Aside from that I liked it, my issue of pacing stems from me wanting to see more of these characters. Some were punished by pacing more than others. Viktor was fine, it was perfect A to B from where we left him to where we pick up; unlike Vi and Cait reconciliation.

Vi and Cait need a proper chat. I think Cait disagreed with Ambessa's plan of attack and would have found a way to disrupt things even without finding Vi. Cait's rage has simmered down it seems(still bringing up potential harm to innocents), her focus back on Jinx instead of the Undercity, so it makes sense for her to go against an assault on a peaceful settlement. Her finding Vi was just an added advantage.

The two of them haven't buried the hatchet. Vi must have something to say about what Vi has turned both cities into, and Cait has to acknowledge what her actions have done to her home and the woman she loves. I'm hoping them working together now is just a patch job for the bigger problem to be fixed in Act 3.

Vi and Jinx were adorable. I love that Jinx knew that Vi was pit fighting from the start, keeping an eye on her not out of care but just in case (maybe to get herself some money too, since she was betting on her sister) and that she immediately went to Vi after discovering Vander. The two of them felt like sister for the first time since season 1 act 1. Even their fight was less actively trying to hurt each other and more sibling brawl. It did work to show just how much of a mess Vi is, as she had trouble dealing with Jinx-who even on shimmer should be no physical match for Vi. I think Isha helped as a kind of filter between them, along with Vander. Jinx and Vi had to rely on each other for the first time ever, not even when Jinx was Powder did Vi rely on her. I think seeing Jinx older sister Isha put something into place for Vi. She sees that Jinx can love and care, and that give Vi hope.

And Isha... Isha who became a mirror of Powder, an off shoot of Powder that blows up an off shoot of Vander.

Non verbal characters in animation are always fun to watch because it gives the animators full control. Every gesture and expression has to add to something because there isn't any dialog to assist. A way to progress the story and give a character character through expression alone, and they knocked it outta the park.

Isha dying her hair, playing the monster game, drawing fake smoke tattoos, etc, all to imitate Jinx is adorable. I also love how she isn't just a tag along, but actively pushes Jinx into doing something to the point Jinx thinks she's in cahoots with Sevika. It's foolish to hope she lives, but god do I hope Isha lived.

Viktor is interesting. He is so unbothered by everything, with only the faintest sense of self remaining. I still think Sky is just figment of the Hexcore/Arcane, an avatar for him to play off of. His determination to help others at the cost of himself is that last strand that connects him to humanity, it's his hope and empathy.

And that's what Jayce kills, not the Arcane. There is not doubt in my mind the Herald survived, but Viktor is gone.

I know people are giving Jayce a lot of flack, but I'm holding out on learning what he experienced in his days/weeks spent inside the Arcane. It seemed to tear at his psyche, leaving him with the sole goal to destroy it's spread; and who was spreading it faster than Viktor?

We have yet to see Heimerdinger and Ekko return from the other side so, here's to act 3.

Confirmation on what Singed has been doing.

Lastly, Warwick. I loved the perspective shots with him, I loved his design and voice, and I love Vander. I did not realize just how much I've missed him.

The flashbacks with him, Silco and Felicia (Vi and Jinx's mom) were so bittersweet. Blister's a brimstone, what could've beens, and the promise of the future through children. The song and art for the sequence too was just heartbreaking; not to mention that Vander named Violet. It also seems to be confirmed that toddler Vi would hang out at the Last Drop with her folks, Vander, and Silco which is adorable.

I'm honestly not sure if Isha's attack will kill him, cause quite a bit of damage certainly, but he's been shown to regenerate quickly and from deadly attacks.

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Jayce and the fallacy of the butterfly effect in Arcane's narrative

If Jayce's symbol is the butterfly, then my theory is that we're going into a full "butterfly effect" narrative in Act 2. Either we'll watch it happen, or we'll only see Jayce come out the other side of it changed by the experience, knowing - or more importantly, THINKING he knows - what to do to change the future. Literally, to "defend tomorrow."

tl;dr: Jayce will encounter the butterfly effect in season 2. Viktor and Mel both foreshadowed this in season 1. I think Jayce will fixate on Viktor and will believe that stopping or changing Viktor either in the past or the present - most likely the present - will mean he can save the future. I believe this will lead to an even worse tragedy and may have the same effect as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Ekko's approach to changing the future by sticking closer to the present - considering only tiny increments of time to alter more immediate future outcomes - will be the superior approach. I also think that Jayce attempting to change the future will create the conditions that push Viktor to become the Machine Herald.

One of the most common reactions even the casual viewer had to Arcane season 1 was this: "If [character] had just done this one small thing a little differently, [tragic event] wouldn't have happened!"

Arcane has been called a Greek tragedy for the main reason that because of how well built up the characters' personalities and reasonings are, there's no other way season 1 could have gone. There was no stopping the multiple tragedies that occurred, because with one event leading to another, the chain of seemingly inevitable events goes too far back to identify what one singular event caused everything, what one character made what one decision to put our characters on the terrible paths they walked.

Arcane is about to investigate this idea in its own narrative, and I think that Jayce will be the character to stumble into the flawed idea that you can change one event, or stop one character, and change the future for the better. This is because Jayce struggles with a few very interesting character flaws, one of them being that he believes himself to be the main character, and it is therefore his responsibility to intervene, be a hero, and fix things.

Viktor and Mel both foreshadow Jayce's future encounter with the butterfly effect.

Recall that Viktor said: "There is always a choice."

Jayce sees choices in black and white, believes that he has no other options but to go along with what he's persuaded and pushed into, and acts too boldly with too much power multiple times.

Recall that Mel said: "We can't change what fate has in store for us, but we don't have to face it alone."

Jayce tries to solve big problems on his own, and though he delegates to Enforcers and the like, Jayce relies on his reasoning and his alone to make important decisions if he doesn't simply become persuaded - usually through strong emotions like fear - by other characters. In addition, since Mel is specifically talking about Viktor's plight here, it's worth mentioning that while Jayce did say that he would help Viktor in acts 2 and 3 of season 1, Jayce does wind up leaving Viktor to face his fate alone. When Jayce tries to change that fate in s2 ep1, ep2 shows that only tragedy can come of this as well.

Viktor and Mel's statements here are not contradictory. Viktor makes the point that you can always make a choice. In context, he's literally referring to the classic "secret third option," because given a choice between aggression and passivity, war and surrender, Viktor chooses to defuse the bomb instead. Mel, interestingly, seems to believe that destiny is fixed in a broad sense, and she operates as a politician and diplomat and investor who navigates that line of destiny in the most optimal way possible. In reality, in context, she is referring to the fact that Viktor can't change the way he was born and so he has no way to change his fate and therefore must face it, which is true - she's only missing the information that Viktor actually does have the means to change his illness and his body. Her wisdom still applies however, because he'll have to accept the hand that fate deals him after he makes that choice. Will he face it alone, or not?

There is always a choice, there's even secret third options, because having a fate doesn't mean that you are doomed to make only one possible series of choices. What it does mean is that each choice comes with a hand that fate deals you. It is impossible to know what all of these branching choices and consequences are in advance, and it is just as impossible in hindsight - the branches are too complex and the end outcomes are all equally meaningful, just different. If Arcane season 2 is to be a tragedy, it may show us that each possible outcome is still tragic if you fall for the fallacy of the butterfly effect.

Jayce is counseled by some of the wisest, cleverest characters with the deepest life experiences in Arcane, but he hardly ever takes that counsel to heart. If he does, he still acts on that counsel in flawed ways that have unintended consequences. This will come to a head in season 2.

Viktor and Jayce both have a butterfly following them around in season 1. The butterfly effect refers to one small seemingly insignificant event changing the course of history, and changing that event therefore changes history. Viktor bled over the railing of a Hexgate in season 1:

And Heimerdinger sees what we can only assume is Viktor's blood contaminating (?) the Hexgate in s2 ep3:

This might be the seemingly unimportant "inciting incident" that Jayce (and Heimerdinger and Ekko) settle on as something that should be avoided or erased by changing the past (if they time-travel with Ekko, for example).

I doubt that, if this is what this crew chooses to fixate on, it will be the only event that is considered as something to change. But let's take this and run with it for the sake of discussion.

As silly as it sounds, how do you stop Viktor from allowing his blood to come into contact with the arcane? Stop Viktor's involvement with the Academy entirely? Don't invent Hextech at all? But what if someone else invents Hextech besides Jayce? What if future tragedy befalls Piltover because it didn't invent Hextech?

The possibilities and what-ifs could branch on forever. But because Jayce is who he is, and because his tragedy with Viktor is still raw and recent and frightening, I think Jayce's butterfly effect experience will have to do with Viktor.

My personal prediction is that the timeskip between s2 ep3 and ep4 will be Jayce experiencing a timeline where Viktor, taken over by the Hexcore, brings about an apocalyptic event similar to what Heimerdinger experienced in his past. Either Jayce and co. can't go into the past to change the present, or Heimerdinger and/or Ekko advise strongly against it to avoid a paradox. This will lead to them re-entering the canon Arcane timeline before this apocalypse, but still after the timeskip. Jayce, believing that destroying Viktor and his cult will save the future, and believing that resurrecting Viktor was Jayce's mistake to fix, attacks him. But the consequences don't unfold the way he hopes, because trying to change fate once the cards have already been dealt has led to tragedy before.

The butterfly is a symbol of something other than just the butterfly effect - change, evolution, and rebirth. If the butterfly symbolizes the butterfly effect for Jayce, then I think it has a different meaning for Viktor - the change and rebirth meaning.

I've always found it very interesting that we see a similar-looking butterfly on Progress Day... but made of metal.

Every time Viktor's situation changes, he adapts and evolves. If Jayce attacks him, if his cult is destroyed, if the Hexcore is causing Viktor to decay, if all of these things happen at once - he'll just evolve again, and I think the Machine Herald is the next step. And the Machine Herald will be a triumph for Viktor, but Jayce will believe that he's created something even worse. The resulting feud will be a personal nightmare for both of them.

I think this still allows Viktor to use his own agency to choose to become the Machine Herald (the MH will probably be the "secret third option" that saves Viktor, or there will be a secret third option that ends the feud) while still allowing Jayce to be offended and horrified at whatever the Machine Herald represents or is trying to do in the undercity. Introducing the element of time travel allows Arcane to explore the meta concept of tragedy and fate that season 1 was built on while showing that you can't "solve" a tragedy, because there are other terrible possibilities lurking behind alternate choices. Especially if what you're trying to change is singular people or events and not systems of power.

This is why Ekko's approach with his Z-drive will be superior to Jayce's sweeping attempt at changing the future. Ekko's goal has always been societal change. He creates his own punk society in the undercity, more progressive and successful than anything Vander or Silco ever created, and a better bastion of safety, hope, and progress than what Heimerdinger founded in Piltover. Trying to change systems by going back in time is most likely futile. But taking what Ekko has already built in the Firelights, curing his tree, and fighting for the Firelights' survival bit by bit by optimizing the present with the Z-drive shows that:

It's more worth it to focus on becoming wise (Ekko's mask is an owl) and making choices you won't regret

It's best if you don't face your fate alone (act as a collective and take care of each other)

Consider every option, not just the obvious black and white choices

Maintain and fix what you've already built instead of abandoning it once things get difficult

Adapt as needed if the choices you made lead to dark consequences, and once again, stick together and take care of each other when the bad times do come

That's my Act 2 but, ultimately, my season 2 prediction based on the butterfly symbolism we've already seen. Ekko's involvement is what will give the series the at least partial happy ending that the creators have referred to. I personally don't think that the Viktor/Jayce feud will end quite so well, but maybe, they will still survive.

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Even though I loved the writing of LoL Jayvik I really appreciate that Arcane is going for a different approach so far, makes things feel less predictable! Instead of ideological differences driving the divide between them it is more so that they are just... out of sync so far?? I mean, during last season Viktor even before his diagnosis was eagerly meddling with the Hexcore with little regard to safety, then straight up went for the illicit and damaging drug to facilitate the transformation process, then when he ran out of that drug he proceeded to try using Hexcore without it (when he already TESTED that on plants and should have known it would backfire) which killed Sky... At which point he went oh shit, ok, I should stop meddling with this thing and just die peacefully maybe. It's not very clear how much of that he told Jayce aside from making him promise to destroy the Hexcore, but Jayce's surprised reaction in s2 when hearing about Sky makes me think it wasn't much at all...? So Jayce doesn't feel as much of an asshole for, once again, going against Viktor's explicit wishes. He pretty much never has the full picture before being forced to make a decision! Idk it makes him very sympathetic to me ngl, just feeling more and more guilt but continuing to fuck up due to lack of knowledge and experience, is that not relatable? And aside from being entirely unprepared for Viktor's death even after s1 I think it's like Jinx says in this Act too, it was something he could fix for once... Perhaps this is why he agrees to the use of Hextech weapons, too, feeling like it's the only thing he can do to 'help' the people he cares about and protect himself too (I guess killing just 1 defenseless child wasn't enough of a learning moment for him lmao). Despite again, this going very much against Viktor's wishes (and Mel's!! we didn't get her with Jayce after this but I imagine she's not very happy with him either... Viktor&Mel team up when). This time Jayce is the one just going for it and hoping for the best despite knowing very little of how it works. I also love how a lot of us in the fandom and also Singed in the series assumed Jayce would be appalled by Viktor's experiments but instead... he immediately goes even further :D And when Viktor wakes up and goes bye Jayce is like ?? but then by the end of the next episode he starts to realise that ohh alright so maybe yeah they should have stopped... Who'd have thunk. I'm not super up to date with League lore but is it really that difficult to find a sane mage for consultation purposes? ...Also I really doubt that hitting that thing (wild rune?) with his hextech-powered hammer was a good move lmao and yet even in this it seems similar to what Viktor is currently doing. Both continue to use the arcane to try and fix things, Jayce through violence and Viktor through transmutation, but it kind of seems like the same kind of mistake. (they are just pretty bad scientists and always have been and i love that for them lmao)

[writerblue275]

Pet name headcanons for Jayce/Viktor

My first Arcane headcanon! I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW and I hate that it took me so long to watch it, but I can’t wait for next year for season 2!

Inspiration: A. Being a full simp for Viktor. B. Secretly also being a simp for Jayce (LMAO). C. Listening to the beauty that is the Arcane score.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: Fluff!!

Gender: Primarily Gender Neutral reader. Some of Jayce’s definitely are more gender specific but I can’t help but think he’d use them (as long as his partner was alright with it of course).

TW: Swearing because I have the mouth of a damn sailor.

Viktor

(The way this man had me in a CHOKEHOLD the second he walked on screen! LOML.)

Pet names for his partner:

Viktor’s intelligence and you think he’s using boring pet names for you??? Absolutely not.

Come now…you know him far better than that…this man is far too creative to be limited by "babe" or "baby" (no offense meant to anyone who uses those, I also use them for romantic partners so I get it).

Ok, maybe early on in your relationship as he was opening up to you, he used some simple classics. Ones like “my dear” or “honey.” These are the main ones he'll also continue to use in public. He's just a private person and I can't see him using any crazy pet names in public with his partner.

Once he’s settled into his routine with you in it and you two spend more time alone/on dates, he starts to have fun, seeing what reactions he can draw out of you with different pet names. (Viktor is surprisingly adept at flirting and playful teasing. It's that sharp wit. He's just so good at banter.)

He figures out the ones that make you smile and the ones that make you blush. Those are the ones he keeps.

There are a few “traditional” ones that Viktor keeps using for you because he loves how they turn your cheeks pink (especially when he says them with a cute little side smile, smirk, or chuckle).

“My darling,” “my love,” “my heart,” or “sweetheart” are the main ones in that category. (I feel like he is such a romantic under all that workaholic, he just needs to get out of the lab and LET IT OUT.)

Others would be cute, but unique. “My sunshine,” “my owl,” (if your sleep schedule is also fucked) “my sunflower,” “butterfly,” ”my flower,” "otter," or “birdie” would be some examples of what I mean. (LMAO Jayce is never hearing him call you any of those. Viktor is 99% sure he'd never hear the end of the teasing from his lab partner.)

If you’re also in academia/research/work at the academy, Viktor would teasingly call you “my most esteemed colleague” or if you’re in sciences specifically, “my fellow scientific genius.”

Pet names from his partner:

As you and Viktor get more comfortable in your relationship, he'd really come to enjoy pet names from you. He just needs to get used to the affection (I'd imagine he's not the most experienced with romance). I think he'd like the funnier ones earlier before the more romantic ones.

(For those in academia/research/at the academy) You and Viktor really weren't super open to other people about starting a relationship (neither of you felt the need to be, but like you would tell people if they asked).

In these early days, "My most esteemed colleague" was a cheeky way for both of you to very subtly announce your affection in public. (I have such a cute idea for a headcanon/drabble based on this oh my GOD.) Even though more people definitely know about your relationship, both you and Viktor still use the pet name when you walk into each other's lab/classroom/office.

When you go to try and collect him from his desk so he can take care of himself, tease him with "genius," "smarty pants," or "bookworm" (especially if you find him with his nose buried in his notes again).

Viktor is a fairly private person, so "honey" is probably the sweetest one you'd normally use in public. But if you do want to see his ears turn pink, feel free to throw "love" out there every once in a while.

In private? As I said, under all the genius is a romantic, so get as soft and sweet as you want.

It surprises him how much he loves hearing you call him "handsome." He's never been super vain about his appearance (though he always looks pretty put together), but knowing that you find him handsome makes him stand up a little straighter.

Just as Viktor uses "my darling," "my heart," and "my love" for you, he loves it even more when you call HIM those. It's the easiest way to drag him away from the lab when the teasing pet names above don't quite do the trick: Come up behind him while he's at his desk (obviously not while he's doing something dangerous), wrap your arms around him, and softly murmur "my love..." into his ear. You can visibly see his resolve break and you know you've won.

Love love LOVE the idea of using the Russian diminutive of Viktor's name: "Vitya." It makes a lot of sense for a romantic partner to call him that.

Jayce

Pet names for his partner:

Ok, so one of my best friends and I give Jayce quite a bit of shit when we text each other about Arcane (he’s a bit of a himbo, your Honor).

BUT I actually think Jayce would be a great romantic partner and the pet names he uses would be very sweet.

He’d definitely use the classics like “baby” or “babe” for you. I don’t think he’d go mushy classic though (think “my darling” or “my love”). But "babe" and "baby" are definitely the most common ones he'd use when you two are out in public.

Can also see him using cute ones like “sunshine,” “shorty,” or “peanut.” (I mean hey, 6' (as confirmed by Riot) is a pretty good height.) Those last two are loving teases. He never means "shorty" in a mean way.

And when he’s about to envelop you in a hug (I imagine Jayce gives EXCELLENT hugs) he’d call you “squish.” Ex: “C’mere squish….” (When he gets home after a long day of being a councilman.)

“Sugar” or “sweetheart” are also on the table. This very big man has a very soft side. We even saw examples of this during season one.

Now that he’s put House Talis on Piltover’s social ladder, he’s understandably proud. What he’s done doesn’t happen often. Very rarely does high society make room for others to enter at all, and now he's the de facto head of Piltover's Council.

The fact you’re willing to stand with him? He’s honored really. But the way he shows it through pet names is interesting. It’s almost a little….teasing? But the intent is genuine. He never wants you to doubt that.

Here’s what I mean (Heads up: gender-specific language incoming): Jayce would smirk and call you “my lady/m’lady” (think Cat Noir’s nickname for Lady Bug from “Miraculous: Tales of Lady Bug and Cat Noir” and especially how he says it, which is often very playfully) or “m’lord.” He’d also use “(my) prince/princess,” especially when he buys you gifts. (I feel like he'd love to spoil his partner omg.)

Pet names from his partner:

Jayce LOVES when you use pet names for him. Honestly it makes him smile. And he loves how creative you’ve gotten with some of them.

Classics for you to use in public would be “babe,” “baby,” or “honey.” Simple and quick, definitely easy to get his attention with those.

If he’s ever talking about HexTech with you, feel free to lovingly tease him with “smarty pants” or “big brain.” (Please listen to this man talk about HexTech. It’s far more interesting than council shit.)

While Viktor is definitely running the lab now that Jayce is a councilor, Jayce is still the face of HexTech (and Piltover’s “Golden Boy” <- call him that to tease him btw), so he’s the main one who tries to secure funding for the lab’s future. This means rubbing elbows with Piltover’s elite and giving speeches at fancy parties and banquets. Honestly he kinda hates it. He gets really nervous beforehand, but, he’s very good at it. Only you and Viktor know about Jayce’s nerves in these situations.

When he’s successful at this schmoozing, use “superstar,” “hotshot,” or “you charmer.” (Ex: (After he comes back from a speech, you’re straightening his tie after kissing his cheek.) “Way to go, hotshot…I saw potential funders pulling out their checkbooks before you were even finished.”)

Ok listen, we’ve all see the forge scenes…Jayce Talis is physically FINE AS FUCK (though OSHA would have something to say about him being shirtless in there 😂). Being a house known for forging tools comes with its physique benefits, so feel free to feed his ego on this point.

He loves when you call him “sexy” or “handsome.” He does like knowing you find him physically attractive.

Whenever he calls you “shorty” or “peanut” feel free to fire back with “big guy.” (I just…Ex- Jayce: *pulls you into a hug and murmurs* “Hey peanut..” You: *smiles and murmurs back* “Hey big guy..” 🥺 FUCK that is just so cute to me.)

He may not call you “my darling” or “my love,” but he LOVES when you call him those. When you do, he is wrapped around your little finger and ready to do whatever you ask of him.

Thank you so much for reading!!

I had such a blast writing this and I’m sooooo excited to get into writing more stuff for Arcane because I really love the show. Shoutout to my bestie (mentioned in Jayce’s first section lol) for also loving Viktor and being excited to read my writing in all its draft-stages!

[nausicaaandhermouth]

Affection

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jayce x viktor [322][AO3]

summary: Viktor has left and Jayce is left with the pieces of himself.

tags: jayvik, angst, set right after viktor leaves, drabble, jayce in mourning teehee

a/n: yipeeee! pain. sped written in the middle of a class lecture so ngyehegheh it's rushed. but absolutely loved this scene. had to.

Jayce had been all open-mouthed cry with no wail. That tormented sculpture of a face, downturned and deformed by grief, while remaining silent and unnoticed. But Viktor noticed. He always noticed.

Now there would be no Viktor. The aftermath of the bombing had sequestered the man into those hexcore confines Jayce had tried desperately to decode. And one day stumbled into two, stumbled into three, and fell and scraped itself into two weeks—maybe his partner would not awake. The thought clutched and crawled up his chest, a wilderness thing that stole rest and appetite.

Even as Viktor woke and clambered out of comatose, he didn’t really return.

Hesitation made Jayce recoil for a moment. Viktor’s different. Subdued. He regards Jayce with a sort of objectivity he hadn’t worn since they first met, as though he’s taking in facts—square jawed, strong brows, shock-slacked mouth. But empty somewhere inside, devoid of the weight sentiment gave.

And there’s that final blow, the grip that wrenched at Jayce’s guts and pulled his heart nearer his feet.

It was affection that held us together.

The one thing he could not comprehend. Had that been the body of their… friendship, relationship, partnership, whatever it had morphed into, a frame of a creature parading around a decomposing heart?

Viktor’s ghost remained in the lab, trailing behind Jayce as he tidied up the space. Perhaps if the desk was clear, his mind would find clarity; if he watered the one plant they had, maybe he too wouldn’t look so withered; that if he mended the little inventions they’d cobbled together, his heart would follow suit.

He’d curled over his knees at one hour, the heaving occupying his time, just breath after breath remaining futile. Hollow. Something else had been there, he swore. Something full and whole. Which, it seems, decidedly walked out the door with Viktor.

When did affection become the last thread? When did affection become insufficient?

[cheeriecherrymain]

hii can you do a Viktor x reader where he has a crush on reader and everytime they enter a room hes in he gets all nervous and reader can tell so she asks why he is and Viktor just confesses to her and they end up kissing maybe?? Thank you, take your time <3

I am so full of writers block you guys have no idea OOF

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Viktor x Reader

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-You’ve been coming to the lab on and off for months now. You’d been invited over many times by one of your best friends, Jayce - multiple times now, in fact. He’d gone so far as to give you directions, telling you on several occasions to ‘just come by whenever you have time’.

-You hadn’t wanted to intrude, at first, knowing that he had important work he was doing: knowing that if you came to say hello that you’d spend the entire afternoon talking.

-But you’d recently found yourself free from the confines of your crappy old job, and you’d figured you might as well take the time to drop in. You hadn’t wanted to go emptyhanded, though, and had packed up a couple boxes of lunch you knew you’d both enjoy.

-And then you’d set out for the location written on a little scrap of paper.

-Jayce, as expected, had welcomed you with open arms the moment you’d knocked and poked your head in. He’d been even more enthused when you revealed you’d brought food.

-He had, of course, given you the grand tour of everything; explaining where everything was, and what certain tools did. He’d even explained a couple of the little gadgets that were laying about, letting you hold them and turn them over in your hands.

- “And this,” he declared loudly, stopping at the last part of the lab, “Is Viktor!”

-You watch, utterly perplexed, as he lays a hand on the shoulder of a man hunched over a desk. Hard enough that said man -Viktor- winces slightly, and sighs. You certainly feel for him; you, too, have been on the receiving end of Jayce’s strength.

- “I would’ve thought you’d start with the fact that you have a partner,” you gently chastise, before turning your attention towards the stranger. “If I’d known you were here, I would have kept my voice down so you could work. Sorry.”

-Viktor relaxes a little bit, some of the tension easing from his body. “It is no issue,” he says quietly, swiveling in his chair so he can partially face you. “You’re not the first guest that Jayce has brought around unannounced - even if you were, he likes to talk while we work. I’m used to background noise.”

-You poorly hide a snort of laughter at the behest of your friend. 

-He’s quite pretty, you think, subtly looking Viktor up and down. Sharp features and warm eyes, not to mention an intriguing accent and a possible sense of humour? You’ve only met him seconds ago, but you’re inclined to believe you’d like to befriend him.

- “Does he still have entire conversations with himself?” you ask, knowing full well you’re going to get complaints about your friendly bullying. “He used to get in trouble for it when we were in class, you know? Anyone who sat near him during exams would be privy to the answers, so everyone was always fighting over who got to be his desk buddy.”

-You lower your voice slightly, barely containing a mischievous grin. “Of course, he usually only got like half the answers right. Smartest person I know - terrible at tests.”

-Jayce groans at the memories, and Viktor looks up at you with amusement. “I feel like there’s more to this story,” he observes, and before you know it, you’ve pulled up a chair beside him to recount as many tales as you can about your school days and the kind of nonsense you’d gotten into.

-Very little gets accomplished that afternoon, thanks to your incessant chattering. But in your defense, Viktor never makes an attempt to dissuade you from talking, whether directly or indirectly. He remains engaged the entire time you’re talking, asking questions and making little quips.

-You still feel bad, though, for keeping them away from their work. Especially once you learn that they’re definitely going to have to stay late in order to catch up.

-As such, you decide to lend them a hand. You don’t know much about their experiments, but you can write well enough. You can run through the more menial and boring tasks, refining their notes and transferring them over into a more tidy format - leaving time for them to work on the things you’re not so versed in.

—

-It ends up becoming a regular thing. You’ll bother the two of them a couple times a week, talk their ears off throughout the day, and then help them through the annoying paperwork that neither of them like. You’re kind of like an unpaid intern, in your opinion, despite their best efforts to compensate you for your time.

-Over the months, your friendship with Viktor develops. You find yourself really looking forward to your days at the lab: of course, you enjoyed spending time with Jayce, but now?

-Now you’re excited about seeing Viktor.

-There’s something about him that just makes him an enjoyable person to be around. He’s engaged in your conversations, and he makes you feel listened to. Not to mention the fact that he’s immeasurably kind, good-natured, funny, smart, and has a mischievous streak that marvels your own.

-You find yourself confiding in him about more personal things: thoughts and feelings you wouldn’t even tell Jayce. Your fears about not being good enough after being sacked from your dead-end job, your unsureness about where you want to go with your life, the doubt you have of your skills and useful qualities.

-And he’s nothing but sweet throughout all your ranting, offering you comfort when your voice cracks, or a gentle hand on your shoulder when you get too riled up.

-He’s become such a welcome and constant presence in your life - you can’t fathom how you’d ever survived without him! Jayce is your dearest friend, but Viktor?

-You consider Viktor your soulmate.

-Which is why you’re so confused when he suddenly…starts brushing you off. Pulling away from your conversations, and canceling the plans you’d made weeks ago.

-You brush it off at first, thinking that he’s probably just busy, or having an off sort of day. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, you tell yourself, as you pack up your things to head home for the night.

-But then the next day comes, and Viktor is still…cool.

-He barely even acknowledges you when you traipse into the lab, sending your cheerful greetings off. He keeps his head low while he works on his current project, not even bothering to look up and give you the smallest good morning.

-And then, when you try to ask him about what he’s doing? You know that he loves to talk about his theories and what he’s been making, and you’re so ready to ask him questions and get excited along with him!

-But he brushes you off. Again.

- “It’s not anything particularly interesting,” he says, not sparing you a glance. “I’m sure it would only bore you, if you could even understand it.”

-You don’t know how to describe the way his words hurt. The passiveness, the coldness, the implication that you’re not smart enough? Where had Viktor gone, and who was this stranger wearing his face? Saying something so mean to you, knowing that it’s been such a sore spot in the past?

- “Are…you okay?” you ask hesitantly, fiddling with the edges of your sleeves. “You’re acting kind of…I dunno. Weird. If something is bothering you-”

- “I’m perfectly fine,” he cuts you off, keeping his gaze trained on the little machine in his hands while he picks at the wires spilling out of it. “But if you don’t mind, I’m trying to finish this.”

-You nod wordlessly, turning on your heel to go back to your own workspace. 

—

-You have no idea what you’ve done to upset him. 

-At first you thought maybe he was annoyed by something - some event in his life that was bearing down on him and causing him excess stress. You’d thought that Jayce would have surely picked up on it too, on the days you weren’t with them. But…

- “He’s acting the same as usual,” your friend says, around a mouthful of food. The two of you are sat together in the lab, on one of the rare days that Viktor has taken time off (though you’re fairly certain he was forced to). “Why? Did something happen between you guys?”

-You deflate into your chair, hopeless and defeated. “I don’t know,” you admit, sadness creeping into your voice. “One day everything was fine - we were talking and laughing like we usually do, we hugged each other goodnight, went our separate ways, and…the next day it was like I was suddenly the biggest nuisance in his life.”

-You kind of hate how easily tears are brought to your eyes. You’ve only known Viktor for a couple of months - you’d had great conversations, and you’d come to care about him dearly, but…but maybe…

- “Maybe I came on too strong,” you sniffle, swiping your sleeve across your face while Jayce lays a hand on your shoulder. “I know I can be…a lot, sometimes. I’m chatty, and I’m emotional, and I…I get attached so quickly, I just-”

-You sigh.

- “I dunno.”

-Your friend draws you closer then, wrapping you tightly in a hug. It wasn’t often that you found yourselves having a serious enough moment to display your care for one another in such a manner, but at the moment, it’s needed. You sink into his grasp with a hiccup, allowing yourself to be squished.

- “Do you…like him?” Jayce asks then, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

- “And I don’t mean as just a friend,” he clarifies. “You like him like him, don’t you? I see the way you look at him, and how you act around him - the way he acts around you.”

-You freeze.

- “What are you talking about?” you ask, squirming until he releases you. “Viktor doesn’t have feelings for me! He’s mad at me, remember?”

-Jayce finds his seat again, shrugging as he picks up what’s left of his lunch. “I dunno,” he replies, “I’ve never seen him act so soft with anyone else. Like, ever. His eyes get all big when you’re around, and he’s always talking about you when you’re away. He stares after you like a lost puppy, whenever you’re going on about something.”

-Your mind is swimming, with thoughts and anxieties. Going back over every interaction you’ve had since you met him, trying to remember any kind of sign that he’d been flustered, of all things.

-And yes, maybe he had looked at you with the utmost gentleness.

-Maybe he had hung off your every word, and craved your touch. Maybe he did consider you a close friend, as close a friend as you considered him - maybe you were the one who was indifferent to his feelings-

-Oh god, had he been dropping hints the whole time?

-Had you really been so oblivious?

- “Jayce-” you begin, but the man in question holds a hand up to quiet you, grabbing your bag from in between your chairs to hand it to you.

- “Go and talk to him.”

—

-Forty minutes later, you find yourself standing outside an unfamiliar door, at an unfamiliar apartment complex. You’re cold, and soaked to the bone, and your hands are shaking where you tightly grip at the strap of your bag. Even tucked under the awning while you wait for the door to be answered, the wind is still able to send a chill through you.

-You wait a couple dozen seconds before raising your hand to knock again. He’d taken the day off, and with the weather being so miserable, he had to be at home, right?

-Thankfully, right before you bring your fist down, the door clicks as it’s unlocked, and creaks open.

-A beat of silence.

-And then, “Hi.”

-It’s the most awkward word you’ve ever spoken, made even worse when Viktor doesn’t reply right away. He looks you up and down a couple times, his expression going from bored, to surprised, to concerned, all in the span of about three seconds.

- “What are you…” he begins, but shakes his head quickly, brushing the thought away as he steps aside to let you in. “Never mind. Come on, you look like you’re about to freeze to death.”

-You gratefully step into the narrow hallway that is the front of his home, sighing blissfully as the warmth from within immediately begins to soak into your body. 

-It’s awkward again, as you stand there, between him and the door - and him, with a hand hovering over you, as if he’s suddenly not sure if he should touch you. Despite the fact that he’d never had any qualms about casual affection before.

-You track his movements, watching as his fingers flex for an indecisive moment before he balls them into a fist, and shoves his hand down to his side. Your gaze flicking up to his face, where he’s most definitely caught you watching him. 

-The light dust of pink that begins to appear over his cheeks.

- “Viktor,” you say, softly, almost breathless after your trek through the city. “What’s been going on between us, lately?”

-His throat bobs when he swallows, remaining silent.

- “We were so open with each other, so happy, and you…you’re my person,” you explain. “And I’ve been going over and over every interaction we’ve had, trying to figure out what I did to make you not want to be around me - and I can’t figure it out. I don’t know what kind of mistake I’ve made, but…but can we please talk about it?”

-You hate the way your eyes well up with tears. “I don’t want to lose you. If there’s something I can do - anything, to fix whatever it is I’ve done…”

-Something in his posture changes, then.

-The stiffness that’s been in his shoulders for the past couple days, held rigid and curt in an attempt to keep you at a distance; it fades. He visibly droops, almost curling in on himself as his expression falls.

-And his hand, previously clenched into a ball, relaxes.

-Raises.

-Finds a tender home against your face.

- “I’m sorry,” he sighs, stroking the pad of his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong - that, I promise. I’ve been- I realized- I-”

-He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, casting his gaze downwards.

-Oh, you think, watching as his face continually darkens to a rosy hue. So Jayce was right.

- “Jayce was right,” you murmur, catching Viktor’s face in your hands the moment his attention snaps back to you.

-You stay like that for what feels like forever, staring, quietly, holding each other steady while all the little pieces click into place. While his eyes go from sad and guilty, to curious, to hopeful, to content.

-A smile, spreading slowly across your features.

-The two of you, giggling airily at the absurdity of the situation, all former feelings of hurt now beginning to fade. Leaning closer.

-The softness of his lips against your own, miraculously warm on your rain-chilled flesh. Pressing so gently you can barely feel him, his hand slipping to the back of your head to cradle you most precious. It’s innocent, almost sickeningly sweet, and yet you can’t find a single reason to not be entirely elated, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

-And then he pulls back, both of you grinning at each other like idiots.

- “You’re freezing,” he quips, pulling you closer so he can wrap his arms around you.

-You laugh.

[xxashtreexx]

Darkness

Some days, it wasn't the chronic pain that got to Viktor.

Maybe more accurately, it wasn't the only thing that got to him. The two often coincided, of course, and he was smart enough to see the patterns and also stubborn enough to want to ignore them.

They'd always been with him, the black days. The ones where it was too dark to see through to the other side, even though the other side, as he could deduce, from having done this timelessly, would come.

Here was how it went: There would be a stressful event, usually a deadline, a massive chronic pain flare up, and then, once the whole thing was over, a lull of calm that was shattered by something dark that swallowed all the good things up and left him battered.

That was the only real word to describe it without putting the real word, the real definition, to it.

Viktor didn't want to put the real name to it.

The first really, really bad day had happened a few months after getting to know Jayce, as the cramps in his leg and back had turned into full muscle spasms that left him debilitated until they cleared up, his cane not proper enough to help him get by.

In a strange way, both the pain and the darkness were worse after getting to know Jayce, after beginning to work on their projects; the brightness he felt, he figured, had to come with equal darkness, and he paid for that.

If there was anything to be learned, from living as an undercity child and growing to be a professor's assistant, it was that there were costs, and that they were to be paid in full.

And Viktor always, always paid in full.

It'd come after a particularly sunny day. They'd picnicked in the park, one of the few green places in the Piltover. It was after a particularly stressful week, with deadlines to prove a new idea to the board to continue their funding. And with Jayce's completionist and Viktor's perfectionist attitudes they'd barely finished in time, despite having worked on hundreds of projects within the last few months.

Jayce was clearly trying to get a smile out of Viktor, and he succeeded with a few laughs thrown in, but Viktor could feel that tell-tale gnawing emptiness growing in his chest, the kind that didn't clear up with a smile, the kind that eased with a laugh before returning right after, like a rubber band, snapping back with ruthless efficiency.

"You know," Jayce said thoughtfully, looking at Viktor from the side, laying flat on his back in the grass. "I think we could take a break for a few days."

Viktor blinked, shocked.

"I could take you somewhere," Jayce continued, unaffected except for a slight blush, a little tremble in his voice. "We could go somewhere nice, or come back here at night to look at the stars." He paused, and then turned his head toward Viktor. "We could dance."

Viktor forced himself to laugh. "Careful, Talis, or I might think it's a date."

Jayce said nothing, just returned to looking at the clouds, a little delayed chuckle falling from his lips. "We could do it, though. As partners."

Did Jayce know what he was doing? Was he doing it just to torture him?

"As partners," Viktor murmured, looking up at the blue sky. "Alright."

Jayce straightened. "Alright?"

VIktor nodded, still looking at the sky. "We deserve a break," he said, but his voice was a little uncertain. All his life, not unlike Jayce, they'd been constantly trying to reach for something, a greater goal, something bigger. To take a step back from that, even for a day, felt strange.

"We do," Jayce said. Viktor knew he was probably just trying to minimize the chance of burnout, that he'd taken breaks like this with Caitlyn before, but definitely not with Viktor, and Viktor had never blamed him; they spent all this time cooped up together in a lab, enough time that it would make anyone irritable, a little frustrated.

Viktor didn't get to take that break. Not really, anyway.

He'd woken up the day of their not-date, and felt heavy all over, with the hollowness in his chest that wouldn't let up no matter what he did.

Ah, Viktor thought, stretching. So it was this kind of day.

He made himself a coffee and a bagel while he had the energy, lethargically stared out the window instead of eating, before snapping out of it and mechanically eating until he was finished.

Then, he laid in bed and tried to pretend that it didn't feel like the world was ending. That he wouldn't do anything to escape this feeling, different than the chronic flare ups, because those were about trying to escape his body; this one was about trying to escape his soul, neither better or worse but just different.

Viktor didn't show up to their date, but Jayce was persistent, and knocked softly on his door about an hour after their scheduled meet up time.

"Viktor?" His voice was soft.

"It's open," Viktor called, and tried to ignore how rough he sounded, too.

Jayce let him in quietly, did an audible double-take at the state of his messy studio apartment-style dorm, and Viktor could feel Jayce's eyes when he saw Viktor's form, curled up and facing the wall.

"Migraine?" Jayce asked softly, busying himself around his apartment like he'd always lived there. He nudged Viktor's leg, having returned with water and some crackers.

Those crackers had seen him through a lot, he reflected, mechanically eating it. The worst edge of the heaviness was a little better, but there was also this anxiety to it, like the performance piece was necessary but Viktor just didn't have the energy for it.

"It's not a migraine," he said gruffly, looking away from Jayce, sipping at the water.

"Not a migraine?" Jayce sounded carefully blank, but there was an undercurrent of hurt there. That maybe Viktor might have blown Jayce off.

Viktor reached out his long, thin fingers to curl around Jayce's wrists. "I couldn't. I wanted to."

Jayce blew out a confused breath, blushing a little at Viktor's touch. "Couldn't?" Viktor could tell how much he hated the echo, how much Jayce wanted to be in control here, to make things better.

"I feel." Viktor hated this. "Stuck." He drank the last of the water and put it on the floor, putting the remaining crackers there too.

Jayce swept him up into a tight hug, and the hollowness eased some. "It's okay," Jayce said. "I'll take care of things until you're free."

Viktor hesitantly returned the embrace. I'll be there tomorrow stuck in his throat, because all of this hadn't been this bad for a long time, and he didn't know when he could be back.

A part of him wondered if there even was a way of coming back from this darkness.

"I'll be here," Jayce promised, and tears leaked behind Viktor's eyelids, the kind of tears that were invisible and Jayce would never, could never see.

Jayce seemed to feel it anyway. They sat like that for a long time, before Jayce pulled away, embarrassed, but still determined. "Go to sleep. I'll be here until you're no longer awake, and I'll let myself out."

Jayce hummed as he went about the apartment, sitting somewhere else in the dark. It loosened the worst of the tension in Viktor's muscles, and then he was asleep, halfway between one lullaby and another.

Jayce kept his promise, with an added bonus: He helped tidy the rest of the room, left more crackers and water, with a little note:

Take as much time as you need, Vik. -Jayce

[runes-menagerie]

Sky sighed at his response, not at all surprised by it since it was the response Viktor often gave when she told him to take care of himself. And unfortunately she couldn't exactly make him, not that she had really before. Or could she? She decided to try manipulating her energy with the intent to poke him in the chest lightly.

"Don't 'eh' me, mister." She said with mock sternness since she would never actually do anything without his consent but she was going to make sure he knew she was serious this time. "Your body needs rest and food. You need to replenish the energy your body is using to purify itself with the help of the tea. I may not be that kind of doctor but I did extensively study what effects these plants would have on the body."

She would have flushed bright red if not for her current state when he correctly guessed that her research was unsanctioned. She doubted he would judge her too much given how HexTech started but the blatant way he said it still made her embarrassed.

"I did try to get their endorsement but they refused, stating it was too dangerous to make the hybrids I wanted to. I even presented them with the most benign ones that could theoretically happen just with simple cross pollination." She admitted sheepishly with a sigh.

She didn't know about what Jayce had done with the hammer but if she had she would have been just as disapproving of that as she was of Viktor not taking proper care of himself. Sometimes she felt more like a mother to the two grown men than their assistant. She felt a sense of fond exasperation at the thought.

"There's nothing wrong with being hopeful. I'm still hopeful that eventually my research will be able to do some good. It's helping you. That's enough for me for now." Sky said with a warm smile, her love for him shinning through once more before becoming sheepish and a bit amused. "About that.... The plants aren't the only unsanctioned thing in here. I work such odd hours that it was easier to create some little robots to tend the plants. You just need to check that the water reservoirs by each plant are full and remove any dead bits. The robots will take care of the rest."

Her concern over him went by with little more than a quiet little "Ehh." and a tipping of his head. She always worried about him, he was used to that, and it showed in casual response. He slowed in his drinking, a her discretion though, just to make sure she didn't have to worry too much. Before her unfortunate transformation, she would always be there for him, making sure he was at least doing something to take care of himself. He had never thought much of it before. Even Jayce would sometimes try to get him to rest or eat. Yet when it came from Sky, it felt different, especially now.

So, she was breeding hybrids. He sipped from the mug, a brow raising. "I'm guessing the Council nor the Academy approved this research." There was no hint of accusation in his tone, rather it was one of relation. He had begun his scientific career by breaking the rules. Janna, he wasn't even supposed to be in the Piltover Academy in the first place, let alone using their equipment to research and create his inventions.

When she described all the issues that went in to producing the tonics in mass quantities, his shoulders sank with a sigh. She wasn't wrong, and he knew it. The only reason their Hextech had been approved so readily was because of its possibilities for profitable use. That, and their proposal was headed by Mel Medarda. She was only ever interested in the industry of Hextech, not its purpose. She had even suggested making weapons, an idea he was diametrically opposed to. It was what inspired Jayce to then create a hammer, one that had already claimed blood. His face tensed with the complex emotions he felt.

"Here I am, thinking the same way I did when I first came here. Hopeful and oblivious," he said with melancholy. He drank down a bit more of the tea. As he did, he let his eyes wander around the area, spotting the different species of plants growing and thriving within her home. He felt a protectiveness over them. They were, after all, some of the last connections to Sky when she was still whole. "I will not let these plants wither, Sky. Tell me what to do and I will take care of them."

[honeydazai]

overstimulating the Arcane characters

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Sevika, Jinx

warnings: nsfw content, dom!reader, oral sex, thigh riding, praise, degradation, fingering, riding, multiple orgasms, crying

VIKTOR makes the prettiest noises — he's all needy whimpers and high-pitched mewls, as well as low and throaty groans. You're laying between his legs, your lips closed around his dick, and even though he's squirming and writhing with how sensitive he is, he makes no move to push you away.

His thighs are trembling and he arches his back as he cums for the second time that night, though this time it's an almost dry orgasm. Despite how much he's shaking, he still manages a bratty attitude — he can't help but taunt you with snarky comments and sarcasm, which doesn't work in his favour. As you, once more, close a hand around his flushed cock to jerk him to hardness again, he whines, the noise desperate and primal.

Viktor's next move is to try and convince you to let him get you off instead, and, well — it's up to you if that tactic works. If it does, he's happy to eat you out or finger you until you cum at least once, but if it doesn't, he simply gives up and is soon rendered nonverbal when he approaches his third orgasm. When you praise him for being this vocal, he actually melts into a puddle right then and there.

“Ah, dear, you're severely overestimating my stamina. I can't possibly—, fuck. Well, if you're going to do this, at least do it right. Weren't you able to take me in all the way just yesterday? Don't tell me you've suddenly gained a gag reflex.”

Despite denying it if you'd ever mention it, JAYCE cries easily whenever you decide to overstimulate him — no matter if as a punishment or a reward. He sniffles with every time you grind your hips against his own, his cock, still inside of you, feeling way too sensitive, and he can't help but sob as you tear yet another orgasm from him, you clenching around him.

He's unfairly pretty like this; all glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, and even though it really hurts at this point and he knows he could easily physically overpower you — laughably easily, really, he has done so on multiple occasions when he was the dominant one —, he wants to be a good boy for you so badly; there's just some days where he wants to be nothing but obedient.

And even though he begs you to stop, he revels in the praise you offer him as consolation; honestly, as long as you're feeling good, he's alright with it, and if the way you're moaning while riding him means anything, you're definitely enjoying yourself.

“Fuck, princess, please—, please, 'm so sensitive, please don't. Oh, fuck, babe, I can't, really, please! Ah, no, yeah, I want to be good for you, wanna be your good boy, please—”

Honestly, SILCO isn't used to the loss of control when you decide to play the dominant part for today, and he finds it rather difficult to adjust. It turns out he's a brat; the second you once more close your lips around his dick, he hisses, his thighs twitching — though he can't deny that the sting of overstimulation doesn't feel at least a little good.

Still, he wouldn't be himself if he's not trying to make this as difficult as possible for you. He squirms and writhes and actually pushes you off of him if you don't tie him down — yeah, handcuffs or some good old rope are a good idea.

He still tries to order you around like he's in charge and snaps at you for continuing to slowly jerk him back to full hardness, even though he's quickly rendered speechless when you flatten your tongue against the head of his dick. Instead, a surprisingly high-pitched whine leaves his lips as his muscles tense.

“Stop this madness this instant—, dear, I assure you, I'll make you pay for your attitude tomorrow. You will regret this soon enough. Ah, stop, I'm sensitive—!”

VANDER doesn't mind it when you're the dominant one for the day; he's not used to it given how most of his partners were submissive because of his sheer height and size, but he's doing his best to be obedient for you. In fact, he actually likes getting taken care of.

As you stroke him through his second orgasm, he's all soft noises and low grunts, his hips bucking up into your touch despite the added pain of oversensitivity. As you're nearing his third one, your eyes glinting with mischief, he slowly begins to reason with you that he's not the youngest anymore and can't possibly do this a third time — you're determined to prove him wrong, of course.

Since you're not that easily discouraged, he presses a kiss to your forehead and tries to plead with you; if you decide to take pity on him or not is, however, your decision.

“Ah, darl, I promise I don't have more in me than this. Come on, don't be cruel — I'll even eat you out or make ya cum on my fingers, how does that sound? We got a deal, baby?”

While VI doesn't mind it when you're in charge, she's not a fan of overstimulation. You're laying between her legs, your breath warm against her wet folds as you pull away for a moment to gaze up at her, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

When you ask her if it's too much, if she wants you to stop, however, she shakes her head — honestly, she's just too competitive for her own good, but it's her choice, so you simply lean forward again to flatten your tongue against her cunt. Vi arches her back in response, a cry leaving her lips as your one hand moves up to draw circles around her clit.

She digs her nails into your scalp and yanks at your hair as her thighs tremble from how sensitive she is — the ache spreading through her body is anything but nice, but she's still too proud to give in.

“Fuck, doll, yer killing me here. What? No, I don't want you to stop. Of course not. I can take more than that, babe, you'll have to try harder to make me beg.”

The moment you spread her open on your fingers and nip at her hardened nipple with your teeth at the same time, SEVIKA lets out a pained grunt. She's used to pain, she has to be, but the way you make her feel is different from anything she's ever experienced.

Her whole body feels sore, and, fuck, she curses and swears at you as you suck a hickey into the skin right above her collar bone. And even though she threatens to spank you until you're bruised tomorrow, you're not that easily intimidated.

Instead, you chuckle and move your mouth from her chest down to her lower abdomen, and then even lower, until you're sucking at her clit and she cums again with a pained wail — for the third time this night. Before you're able to do anything, however, Sevika grabs your hips and flips you over and, oh, it seems it's your turn now.

“Fuck, that hurt, babe. Well? Suddenly you're all quiet. Where did that attitude of yours go? What, scared now that you're at my mercy? Well, you should be. Let's see just how often I can make you cum.”

JINX is all pretty whines and needy whimpers when you once more twist your fingers inside of her, and even though her eyes are slightly glassy with tears, she seems to be enjoying the pain of overstimulation.

She's surely sore by now and, honestly, you'd almost feel bad if it wasn't for the way she chuckles whenever you decide to slow down a little. Jinx teases you, despite her twitching thighs and flushed cheeks, and even mocks you when it looks like you're deciding to take pity on her.

When your thumb feathers over her overly sensitive clit, she squirms, a cry leaving her throat as she arches her back. Now, though, you can't help but smirk at her reaction — whatever you're doing to her now is her fault alone for provoking you.

“Oh, 's that all ya got, sugar? Come on, don't go easy on me, now. You don't want me to get bored, do you? Ah—, fuck, darl, that was mean; fuck, please, please—.”

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[cheeriecherrymain]

As we know in the future Viktor will come the Machine Herald, well what if the reader was a mage and went away, but she came back after a long time. The question will be that the New Viktor is still in love with the reader?

Listen, listen. I know....so very little about the Viktor lore. And I am currently in adamant denial about him becoming what he does - in my head he lives happily and healthily XD I'm too attached to him and it's gonna end my life when he removes his emotions.

Like, guy turns into a machine? I'm totally cool with that, and I think it's neat, and I'd still kiss him x1000. but it makes me so sad that he takes his feelings away, and i have such a hard time believing that it would even be possible. Because like. like. everything is feelings. and he does some super morally dubious stuff, which i am in full support of, but it! the feelings!!!! passion is a feeling, love is a feeling, care is a feeling - why would he continue to do any of what he does if he didn't have at least some kind of desire to? desire is a feeling! i don't know if this is touched upon in the lore!!!

anyways thats my rant and if i ever write more MH!Viktor it's going to continue to be horribly ooc because its my fic and i said so XD

MH!Viktor x Reader (SFW)

-When you’d left Piltover, you hadn’t thought it would be the last time you saw the man you loved.

-It’s just for a month, you’d said, trying to convince yourself that everything would be okay. One of your old friends had alerted you to a kind of magic that could potentially save your partner’s life, so you…you had to take the chance. For him. For both of you.

-And then your plans had hit a snag, and you’d been forced to stay away longer than initially planned - years longer. Even though your journey is fruitful, you’re a ball of anxiety on the way back to Piltover.

-You were terrified of what you might find. Would Viktor still be there? You wondered. Would he have waited for you? Would he even still…be alive? 

-Both of you had worked tirelessly to find ways to extend his life, and avoid his fast-approaching end. You knew in your heart that he would have had to find a solution on his own, with how long you’d been gone; the little vial of fairy tears you’d collected after a series of arduous tests was moot, because he wouldn’t have survived so long without some kind of help.

-When you arrive back home, everything is…the same. Sort of.

-It looks the same, on the outside, but you can feel the energy in the air. Something had shifted within the city, and not for the better. You could practically taste the fear and anguish on your tongue.

-The first thing you do is locate Jayce, a beloved friend and Viktor’s lab partner.

-Or you supposed…ex-lab partner. According to the man himself. He scoops you into a tight hug the moment he lays eyes on you, spinning you around a couple times before setting you back on your feet. It’s an emotional meeting for the both of you, especially when the happenings of the last few years are relayed to you.

-An explosion. Chaos. War. Outrage in Piltover and death in the undercity. And Viktor, exiled from the city of progress, back to the place he once called home.

-Jayce informs you that he hasn’t heard from Viktor in over a year now - not that they really had much reason to speak to one another, anyways. He practically begs you to stay, to keep working on the projects you’d left behind, but you can’t.

-Not until you knew what happened to the man you love.

-You depart for Zaun in the wee hours of the morning, slipping unnoticed by every enforcer you come across, until you’re in the heart of the undercity. But now…where to start looking?

-You search for him for a week, asking around and dropping coppers where needed. But so few people know of a stray scientist, and those who do are either dead, or their information culminates in a dead end.

-And then you meet him.

-You’re sitting on a crate in a dark alleyway, fighting off tears, when a strange mechanical whirr catches your attention. It’s not loud by any means, but that makes it all the more confusing. It almost sounds…hydraulic? But far smaller than you’ve ever heard from such a machine.

-You glance towards the sound with tired eyes, expecting…something besides what you see. Two orange eyes, staring right back at you. Bright and unnatural within the dark.

-You don’t have the sense to feel fear anymore. All your fears had come true, anyways - your plan failed, and the only person you’ve ever loved is dead. Nothing mattered anymore.

- “You are incredibly difficult to find,” the person speaks. You glance behind you, thinking perhaps there is someone else in the alleyway - but no, it’s just you. You and…whoever this is.

-You idly wonder where he’s from. His accent is thick, almost like…Viktor’s.

- “What do you want?” you ask, with a sigh. “I have no debts to be paid, and all I’ve ever held dear is long gone.”

-The person is silent for a couple moments, and then slowly steps forward. Tall and slightly menacing, in the dim lighting. Covered in armor, you guess, if the sheen of light is anything to go by. Until you notice the limb protruding from his back, and you freeze.

-Or was he made of metal?

-You warily keep your eyes on him, until he comes to a stop not a foot from you, and kneels down so you’re at eye level. “Do you not fear me?” he asks, curious.

- “I don’t have fear anymore,” you rasp. “How can I, when I have nothing left to lose?”

- “You have your life, do you not?” he inquires again, and your patience snaps.

- “What good is my life when I have lost everything I hold dear?” you hiss. “I failed, and those which I love paid the price for it. I don’t want to live! Not without….” you trail off, your eyes welling up with tears. “Not without Viktor.”

-The strange machine-man goes quiet again. Then, most surprising of all, he reaches out to touch you.

-Startlingly gentle, given his stature and imposing nature, as well as the fact that you don’t know each other. You stare at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to say to such an action.

- “I thought you had stayed away on purpose,” he says, lowering his voice. “Thought that perhaps you’d finally had enough, and had left for a new life. But then…then I wondered: had you met your end, as I, too, soon would?”

-You frown.

-He continues, “Now you’ve returned, and I know. You are alive and well…and you fought hard to come home.”

-The tears in your eyes flood over your lashes, and burn hot trails down your cheeks. “Viktor?” you ask, your voice wavering. He strokes his thumb over your cheek and -mechanical or not- the action brings you comfort. 

-And then you’re in his arms, tenderly wrapped up in metal while you sob and cling to him. It shouldn’t feel like home - it shouldn’t feel like him. But it does. He does, despite being so vastly different.

-He brings you to his home after that, scooping you up with ease and marching you right into his abode. Most of it is littered with spare parts and projects that you don’t recognize, and he admits to you that he doesn’t do much else besides work, now.

-And then he takes off his mask, laying it on a nearby table with a dull thunk.

-He looks so different, you think. Yet there, in his face, you can see traces of who he used to be. The little crinkles by the corners of his eyes, the crease between his brows, the little moles and freckles you used to love to kiss.

- “I am not…the same…as I used to be,” he explains. “I don’t feel like I used to, not in any sense.”

-Your heart sinks.

- “You don’t feel for me anymore,” you wobble, despair clawing its way through your chest. Of course he wouldn’t love you still, after so long of being away. You’re grateful that he’s alive, but you’re…angry. Downright pissed, that you’ve still had to lose what you love, despite him standing in front of you.

-And then.

- “I still feel for you,” he utters, once again bringing a large mechanical hand to rest on your jaw. Engulf the side of your head, more like. “In fact, you are all I feel for. The only memories that haven’t hurt too much to keep. And now, you’re here.”

-Hope blooms within you.

-He wasn’t the same as he was when you’d fallen in love - but neither were you the same as when you’d left. But he’d held you dear enough to keep you in his heart when he’d changed - and you’d be damned if you let the opportunity go. Perhaps you’d have to relearn how to coexist, but the love was still there, even if only for each other.

[hexcoremagician]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗗'𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗖𝗢'𝗦, 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡. Black drapes covered the windows, and raven motifs made the office proudly proclaim that the Rooks were here to stay. Viktor sat at his desk, going over ledgers. Gloved hands skimmed across the pages, checking to see who wanted to become augmented, who desired to grow within the organization, and who was offering aid to the people of Zaun. He went over these ledgers daily. Viktor ran the Rooks like a well-kept airship, making sure that all was fine, that the Rooks could keep doing what they needed to within the undercity and above. And it was all because of Jinx that the Rooks were doing so well. She ran them in her own way, and the rabid success made Viktor's confidence in her soar.

The Machine Herald had had a heavy heart when he went back to his home, the HexCore having guided him, whispered of Jayce's intent to kill - paranoia, truly, for Jayce had no intent to kill, and the Hexcore focused on the promise Jayce had made, that he would destroy it, instead of any real circumstance - and now, with a full year passing, and Viktor taking control of Silco's operation, things had started to settle.

It settled into a nice rhythm, a gentle one even with the stress of Zaun, and Viktor grew more and more attached to Jinx. He'd always been attached to her, had protected her fiercely, had bandaged her wounds, and had been there for whatever method of inquiry she called upon: bombs, gadgets, any inventions she could desire. Ever there, ever ready, and though adopted siblings, romantic affection had began to develop for him sometime in her twentieth year. Viktor was ashamed by his affection, being ten years her elder. He worried having such feelings would be taking advantage, or some other unsavory prospect, and henceforth, Viktor came up with the solution to let his feelings die at the back of his throat. He would never tell Jinx. Never. He would die before he did that.

Fingers snapped the ledger closed, discarding it to the side of his desk and ironically, as he finished his work, her voice was at the other side of the door. Viktor affirmed her to come in, all while happy that the visor was hiding his flushed cheeks, and the way his eyes dilated when he saw her. How he remained trained on her, completely.

Golden eyes looked her over, and he caught himself staring at the sway of her hips, the braids that made her characteristic hairstyle. Viktor was absolutely flushed from her presence in the room, and red all the way down to his neck. When she approached, the inventor sucked in a breath. Then it started to click slowly, gears halting and sputtering in place. The protector side came out, concern flashing in his body language, in the way he reached out for her.

"Of course you - " he went to finish, but then she was in his lap, and Viktor's arms came around her. Quickly, he slinked his gloves off and gently wrapped her against him. The careful poise he took in holding her was very different beneath the mask and armor. Viktor felt he was going to burn up and die. His palms flattened against the small of her back, and he listened to her words, head swimming - was this a confession? A love confession?

His mouth went dry. His whole body hummed, and purple surged to his eyes. Moments of high emotion did that to him, too, made him realize how similar they were, after all of these years.

Viktor didn't answer her at first. His right hand skimmed just along her chin, and he gently raised her up, so he could grab her hands and have her remove his helmet. The Machine Herald leaned back, angling up a little for ease of access.

"I have the same feeling."

His breath hitched audibly as he worked his helmet off, guiding her to do so, and when it finally was taken off, Viktor's absolutely wrecked expression could be seen. He was flushed, absolutely crimson, purple eyes dark with the promise that this had been everything he had ever wanted. His hair was messier than usual, unkempt, and for once, Viktor let all of the love he'd been concealing for years out. His eyes were trained on her, as usual, but he was letting her soak in all of the affection.

"Jinx," came his whisper, "kiss me."

He'd read between the lines, heard what she was trying to say, without saying it. Viktor's voice dropped down an octave, and he practically purred out, "Please."

@hexcoremagician

A lot had changed since Viktor had come back to the undercity, to Zaun. He'd come back so different, so hurt and in so much pain. It had reminded of her of the state she was in all those years ago. A small little powder, or what had been left of her. Left in little pieces, a tea cup shattered into a million little pieces. One that that Silco and VIktor had worked diligently to put back together.

Now it had been her turn. To pick up his pieces and glue them together. It was the least she could do after everything. It was something she gladly did and without hesitation. Did it in instant. Because she had missed him. Had missed him so much. She wanted nothing more than to take care of him, help him realize he was something greater too.

Over this last year, however, she came to realization that what she was feeling... It didn't feel like something any sibling would be feeling. It was beyond that, there was another urge there, a warm bubbly feeling. Butterflies in her stomach. How she wanted to be close to him in some other way. It didn't feel one-sided either. But she didn't know what it meant. Was afraid to mention it to him, of being rejected.

"Can I come in?" Jinx said as she waited outside the door. Thinking a moment until she heard some form of an answer of the other side.

She decided that it was worth the risk as she opened to the doors of what used to be Silco's office. Now it was Viktor's office. Viktor ran the everything now, with her as his lieutenant, as the leader of the Rooks. His face was covered with his visor, making it easier for to muster the courage to gather her internal strength to continue one.

"Vik, there is something I've always wanted to talk to you about," She finally said out loud, though hushed almost as she approached him. Jinx stopped to stand in front of him at fist, clenched her fists as she was already fighting back tears. "I've wanted to talk about it for a while, but it's all so confusing and I don't understand it."

Instantaneously, and without any sort of warning she positioned herself on his lap. Buried her face in his armor over his shoulder. "I've been so happy to have you back, to work alongside you, and to make you and papa so proud.."

She wrapped her arms around him. Where most was intimidated buy him, covered in armor. Jinx wasn't, never had been, never would be. "I have this overwhelming feeling, to be close to you. When I'm not it just feels...empty. Is that normal?"

It was then that she looked up to him, eyes glowing a bright purple as they did when she was filled with strong emotion. She could feel the insecurities rise up as she awaited something, anything...

[astudyincontrasts]

Hey dear! <3

I was thinking about if you perhaps wanted to write this lil drabble I have in mind? <3

Viktor and reader is taking a walk through a garden, it's spring so many beautiful flowers surrounds them.

When they get to a cherry blossom tree Viktor stops reader and steps in front of them looking at them as if there is something wrong, like something is missing and reader becomes nervous only to suddently getting a flower gently tugged behind their ear <3

Just a lil sweet idea I got, hope you can write something from this, if not then that's totally okey!^^

As you wish, my sweet Grumpy 🖤🖤🖤

The spring air was warm, breeze soft, a promise of summer looming just around the corner with far more sweltering temperatures. But not today. Today was perfect, brilliant sunshine reflecting blindingly off the fountains and small koi ponds scattered among the artfully landscaped botanical gardens, and creating lovely welcoming shady groves under trees just starting to open soft pale new leaves. Cool little havens to sprawl under in the grass and escape the bright sun sure to leave pale winter skin pink with soft sunburn by the end of the day.

It took far too much convincing to get Viktor out of the lab to accompany you to Piltover's renowned botanical gardens, had you feeling a little self conscious, a little concerned that perhaps you'd bullied him into this and he really didn't want to be there.

Of course it was just a flimsy excuse to spend more time with him, or any time with him when the full of his attention wasn't consumed in his work or research. Viktor was terribly kind whenever the pair of you spoke and he was never intentionally rude, but... obsession was too soft of a word to describe the way hextech consumed all of his focus. You'd lost count of how many times you'd got almost an hour into what you thought was deep conversation with him, only to realize suddenly that he'd not heard a word you said. Had just been humming absent agreement with his head buried in his work while you'd been nothing more than white noise to the background of that magnificent brain of his and those brilliantly glowing blue crystal gemstones that seemed like the only things capable to capturing his full attention.

In the end Jayce had to be the one to step in as you were fumbling trying to convince Viktor to join you in a walk through the gardens, he’d jokingly threatened that if Viktor didn't willingly go out and get some fresh air that he'd change the locks on the labs until he did. And how your cheeks had burned softly when Jayce had clapped one of those large hands on Viktor's shoulder with a little shake and an obviously meaningful glance from you to Viktor and back again before giving his oblivious partner a look. Dark brows lifted as the pair of them exchanged a wordless conversation, Jayce looking smug as Viktor's expression melted from mild aggravation to confusion to something bordering on panicked understanding as both men's eyes turned to you. Jayce smiling satisfaction at you and giving Viktor a pat on the shoulder while Viktor in turn looked like he'd prefer a quick death to this quiet awkwardness he'd found himself caught in.

But he'd come along. Met you with a thin little smile the next day at the towering, intricate wrought iron gates of the botanical gardens. Didn't even look all that put out, though you suspected it might just be a show of politeness. Nothing more than obligation to suffer this delay in getting back to his work with a smile so he didn't hurt your feelings.

“Shall we?” He asked, that lovely cupid’s bow mouth of his catching the soft curve of a cockeye smile as one slender fingered hand invited you to lead the way.

And that little uncomfortable pebble of doubt that had settled in your stomach grew slowly in weight as the pair of you walked along, you trying your best to ignore it.  Because what could be wrong on a day so beautiful?  The warm breeze gentle against your bare legs, tugging and fanning lightly at the hem of your skirt.  All the flowers a riot of soft color among the vibrant greens, and the little electric thrill of Viktor at your elbow, so close that many of his gently swaying steps had your arms brushing.

You pointed out flowers and plants as you went along, explaining little stories about each; how those orchids over there had evolved specifically to attract a certain type of insect by perfectly mimicking a stamen that looked exactly like the insect and smelled like a female in estros.  How these flowers over here were terribly poisonous to everything except this certain bird they relied upon to spread their seeds.  How the deep purple tulips, nearly inky black, were the result of centuries of exacting breeding but still no one had yet to perfect the true black tulip, a gene lost to time or nature and never to be replicated again.  

To his credit, Viktor actually seemed to listen, rather than tune you out again.

“You know quite a bit about botany.”  He remarked, after your explanation of how the symbiosis of two particular plants helped to protect each other, one driving off the pests that would eat the other, while the second plant enriched the soil with the nitrogen the first plant needed to survive.

“I know its not quite the cold, perfect science you study.”  You admitted with a little shrug, letting fingertips graze over a pink rose in passing, alarming a drunkenly fumbling fuzzy bee from its petals.  “But it is the science we’re all built on.  And at the end of the day, it’s the science of life.  Its messy and beautiful and dangerous.”

Too busy staring at your own feet to catch the long look he gave you, too focused on that unhappy little weight within to feel his soft gaze on your skin.

You finally got bold enough to slip a hand into the crook of his elbow as the pair of you stopped to admire a gloriously huge wisteria trellis trained to arch and twine over the pathway, heavy clusters of lavender flowers dangling, just begging to be scooped up in a palm and have scent inhaled.  And so you did just that, while sliding your other hand in a light grip of the crook of his arm not leaning upon the cane, like the anchor of him would keep you from toppling nose first into the flowers.

When he didn’t tense under your touch or tactfully extricate his arm from your grip when you both began walking again, but instead tucked his arm closer to his side, pressing your hand to himself, it was all you could do to repress a smile, or not to sneak a glance at him in profile.  Then again, it was always difficult not to look at Viktor; all those beautiful sharp angles of him and soft golden eyes so hard to tear attention from.  Frankly, you were shocked he didn’t catch you staring at him more frequently than he did in the labs, but then again... you were very sure he only barely registered your existence.  Convinced he never thought much about you at all, while you found it difficult to think of anything but him.

The little wisteria tunnel opened up to a grove dominated by an enormous, old growth cherry tree in the riot of full bloom.  The grass and circular pale gravel grit path surrounding it carpeted in fallen soft pink petals, more of the same drifting lazy through the breeze.  The scent of them hanging soft in the air, like a little pocket of quiet paradise broken only by birdsong.  Beside you, Viktor looked awestruck, mouth slightly open as he gazed up at the elder tree and its gnarled spread of glorious branches.  His arm tucked your hand tighter to him as he lead you both under the boughs with that slow, slightly rocking pace of his that you did not mind in the least.

He stopped there, and released your hand, drawing his arm from your grasp as you repressed a little pang of loss, but let him go.  Watched him turn to face you, something unreadable in his expression as his attention shifted from the tree to you.  Had you matching his slight frown with one of your own.  What?  Why the sudden look of critical inspection that crossed the handsome angles of his face?  The way that amber gaze ticked over you had you slipping into a dull little panic, like you’d forgotten something important; like you hadn’t brushed your hair or maybe left the house without glancing in the mirror and had an embarrassing dark smudge of yesterday’s makeup ringed under your eyes.  Or that you’d put on a pair of mismatched little earrings or forgotten underwear.

“Viktor?”  

So shocked when he reached one long arm up and plucked one little cluster of pink flowers from the tree, gave you another long, considering look before he stepped a little closer, and reached toward you.  It had you tense a for a fleeting second before his fingertip caught the fall of your hair, stroked it back behind your ear in a little tracing caress that stole all the air out of your lungs at once, and then he tucked the soft petaled flowers over that ear.  Smile spreading warm on his face as those fox-slant eyes of his softened.  Fingertips grazing along your cheek, skimming the shape of your jaw.

You realized absently that your own hand hand risen with no help from you, to touch fingertips to the back of his wrist.

“Yes, perfect.”  He murmured, almost more to himself than to you, had your heart clench a wonderfully painful little squeeze in your chest.  Forced you to drop your gaze as looking at him became too difficult, convinced if you stared any longer you’d never be able to erase this moment from your memory, would hold it far too precious for the innocent silly thing it surely was.  

But his fingertips scooped under your chin and lifted, and for a breathless minute the world was nothing but you and him and that cherry tree.  Soft petals scattering down as he leaned in, mouth parting for yours.

[creampill]

Viktor x F!Reader at an academy fundraiser, crushing on each other but they don’t know it, Jayce decides to mess with Viktor until he fesses up about his feelings to Reader

(oh viktor my love. my dearest. my everything. I just want to hold him and kiss him. My beloved. the ungodly urge to write a full length fic about him grows with every moment. also. oops this is like 1k words,,)

Viktor/Fem!Reader: Nervous

“It’s okay to be nervous, Vik.”

The hall was well lit and glowing, lamplight reflecting from the marble floors and gold-tipped balustrades. Socialites wandered among scattered tables layered with delicate foods, some eventually coming to stand at the towering statues in the centre of the hall.

A gorgeous place to hold an event. This one was more or less a fundraiser, a night for persuading possible investors to support the academy going forward.

Naturally, Viktor had to attend. And Jayce, the wonderful friend he was, had offered his company for the night, which Viktor had accepted (hoping to leave the extrovert of the two to tackle the conversation so he could slip away unnoticed).

Naturally, you were here as well. You were a student, though you were probably the same age as Viktor if not older, one of the finest the academy had to offer. Of course, you’d be in attendance; you were, for want of a better word, a bargaining chip. The investors would want to see what they were putting their money into.

And if he were Jayce, he’d probably go over to you. Strike up small talk, get you laughing, perhaps invite you on a little outing, just the two of you.

But Viktor was Viktor, standing with his face half in his drink and trying to hide, and Jayce was Jayce, trying to neg him into talking to you.

“I am not ‘nervous.’” Viktor cut back, but the look Jayce gave him was enough indication that he wasn’t buying it.

Viktor snuck a glance at you: next to a table, happily talking to your fellow students between bites of hors d’oeuvres.

“I just… do not wish to make a fool of myself.”

“You won’t, Vik,” Jayce said, “she’s probably just as nervous as you.”

“It is easy for you to say that. You are much better at this sort of thing than I am.”

“Practice makes perfect! You weren’t born with your scientific skill, were you?”

Viktor was about to rebut with the fact that if a baby was to be born with his level of intelligence, that child would be an incredible prodigy and would bypass the need for practice at all, but Jayce interrupted him with a nudge on his arm.

“Hey, look!” Jayce said, and Viktor turned in your direction: the little group around you had dispersed, leaving you standing alone.

“Now’s your chance, Vik,” Jayce said with a gentle prod and a thumbs up, “go get ‘er!”

Viktor spluttered his protests, but Jayce had already walked off somewhere else.

I’m going to have a talk with him later, he thought, pulling himself into a more comfortable position on his cane.

The walk over to you couldn’t be more embarrassing for him. Walking itself wasn’t an embarrassing act, the logical part of his mind knew that, but something about how slow he moved with the shuffle of his lame leg, and the subtle feeling he always felt of eyes on him made the act mortifying.

The warmth of the smile you gave him once he was at your side (a respectful distance away, of course) almost made it worth it.

“Oh! Hello, sir,” you said with a certain sweetness to your tone that made Viktor feel fuzzy and extending your hand, which he shook, “it’s nice to see you.”

“You as well,” Viktor replied.

The formalities were for a reason. He was the assistant to the dean; you were a student. But it felt too impersonal; he wished he could just hear you call him by his name instead of bothering with titles.

“How’s your night been?” You asked.

“Eh, it’s been alright.”

“Same,” you replied, “I’ve spent more of it talking than I have, y’know, partying. The food is good though!”

“Then we must be having very similar nights. Though I must admit, I have not tried the food yet.”

Your eyes lit up, “well nobody’s stopping you! They have some really good hummus.”

A little bit of his amusement came out in a soft chuckle, and he took a cursory look over the different trays of food before choosing one of the hummus’: A light cream coloured one, flecked with red as an indication of its spiciness.

It was good.

“Didn’t pin you as the spicy kind of guy.” You spoke.

He smiled before taking another bite, “I enjoy it from time to time. Strong flavours like that have never especially effected me.”

And then your expression changed to a surprisingly nervous one, a little furrow in your brows and your arms drawn in ever-so-slightly.

“Sorry if this is too forward, but I know a great restaurant that makes a killer spiced curry. If you wanted, I could take you there some time?”

Viktor almost spat out his cracker in surprise but caught himself, instead doubling awkward and spluttering awkwardly as the food got caught in his throat.

(At the very least, he could excuse the sudden red flush on the choking.)

“Oh shit, are you alright? Sir?”

He waved a hand at you to dismiss your worries, though the croak of his voice once he spoke probably did not dissuade your concern.

“Y-yes, thank you,” he tried to laugh it off, “apologies, you caught me off guard.”

Your smile was polite as always, “if that was out of line, I understand.”

“Oh no, not at all. I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

And that polite smile turned, once again, genuinely happy, “that’s great!”

You were about to continue, but someone from across the room caught your eye and waved you over. “Sorry, sir, I’ve gotta go. It was wonderful seeing you, though!”

“Same to you. And please, call me Viktor.”

It felt like sunshine when you spoke again. “Well, Viktor, I’ll see you for dinner.”

Even when you’d walked off, he still couldn’t shake that fuzzy-happy feeling in his heart. And later, when Jayce gave him a celebratory clap on the back and teased him about it until he had to kick him out of his office, he couldn’t shake it.

And, in truth? He didn’t want too.

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could i ask for a male/gender neutral reader x viktor where the reader is from the undercity but is crazy good with mechanics. one day they get scouted and brough to the topside and viktor gets a gay panic with his new partner?

YES

The Underground Angel| Viktor

Reader: They/them/he/him

Note: might make a part two idk

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"Come now Y/n," Heimerdinger called, the young man standing on the edge bridge a small satchel of his items.

"I.." he spoke, "apologies sir...I...I haven't been outside the underground."

"There is a first time for everything now isn't there?" Heimerdinger spoke, "come now there's much to do!"

Y/n nodded, following the small being as they made their way into Piltover. It was immediate that Y/n was flustered at the embarrassing stares he was being given, they looking at him in disgust.

Quickly he pulled the hood onto his head trying to hide his gray hair and heterochromia eyes. Y/n followed close, keeping his eyes down and his head down. Truth be told he had no idea where he was going. But soon white smooth concrete turned into marble, they were clearly in an important building now.

"Come now."

Y/n nodded following Heimerdinger until they made it into a room.

"Kayen will help in getting you situated," Heimerdinger spoke.

"Of course sir." The man spoke.

"I will return shortly. I must be off to find Poro."

He quickly rushed off.

"This way sir."

"Ah, Y/n will be fine."

"Very well Y/n."

It was quickly Y/n was tossed into a warm bath, told to wash himself up while Kayen got a set of clothes and something for him to eat.

His gray hair turned white, and his soot and oil-covered skin turned pure once more.

He wiped his face clean draining the bathtub of the water a towel wrapped around him.

"Y/n." Kayen spoke, "I have clothes for you, I will assist you in getting dressed."

Kayen made quick work of getting Y/n dressed, helping lace up the vest corset in the back over a white button-up with black slacks and a simple tie to finish it all off it white in color for purity. Y/n slipped the boots on, they having a slight heel to them and being laced in the back like a corset.

With a few fingers running through his hair by the butler and a brush once or twice Kayen saw him presentable. Nodding, he leads Y/n along through the halls. They made their way to the labs.

Kayen seemed to have a keen eye for finding people, as he knocked on the door.

"It's me, Sir, Kayen. I am here with Y/n sir." He spoke opening the door and walking in, "Come now."

Y/n with a shy gulp followed, slipping in between the doors. His hands are full with his satchel of work.

"Ah! Y/n looking much better already! I was just telling the boys about you!"

"Um...thank you sir..." y/n spoke keeping his gaze down.

There was a shatter of glass, alerting the whole group. The brown-haired pale man cleared his throat.

"Um. Slipped. My apologies..." He spoke trying to hide his mess with his feet.

Who was Viktor kidding? He was in utter shock, the man who stood before him, was from the underground? He seemed more to be like from heaven than anything else.

"Come now Y/n there's much to do." Heimerdinger spoke walking away with a hop in his step.

"Yes of course sir."

Viktor watched him walk off, Kayen following in walking out and going his separate way.

"By how we just met him Y/n'll be crushed here." Jayce spoke, "We should have his back don't you think?"

"Hm?" Viktor spoke, "yes...of course."

During work Viktor couldn't keep his mind clear, Y/n; how....interesting. Love at first sight? It didnt exist. He knew that, well. He thought he knew that.

He'd feel blessed running into him again. If of course if it wasnt only the first day Y/n was in piltover, with a cup of warm coffee. Y/n had been engrossed in a book, smaller book ontop and a pen in his mouth as he turned the next page. Viktor too dazed in his own little world as they ran into each other in the hall.

"Sorry! Im sorry!" Y/n apologzied quickly, coffee spilt all over Viktor's white vest.

"It's okay-"

"Ah- um!" Y/n tried to look around for something to wipe it, he pulling on his own sleeve it bunched in his palm and wipping Viktor's vest trying to wipe it clean, with some sucess he frowned.

"I. Im really sorry sir...." Y/n spoke head down.

"It's okay." Viktor told him, looking at who was apologizing to him so firecly.

Y/n.

Viktor cleared his throat, dispelling the butterflies in his stomach, "You are Y/n are you not?"

"Yes sir."

"I never properly introduced myself I am-"

"Viktor." Y/n finsihed.

"Ah so you remember." Viktor smiled, Y/n nodded shifting on his feet akwardly.

Viktor watched his shift; it was one thing for sure. Y/n was a pretty boy.

"You are from the underground?"

Y/n nodded once more.

"I am too." Viktor tried empathy, maybe he'd be able to gain Y/n's trust from that, "Which part?"

Y/n kept his head down, and gaze away. Viktor patiently waiting for an answer.

"Red light..." Y/n responded quietly.

Viktor smiled, he understood the shame; he had it for quiet some time in the beginning.

"You know as a kid. I thought Red Light Street was just a bunch of food shops." Viktor tried to joke; it was true afterall, "Momma never went near there."

Y/n chuckled softly, it was nice, hearing such a soft little laugh.

"My father always told me the same." Y/n smiled.

Viktor smiled in return, "what are you reading?"

"Oh uh." Y/n spoke, " a novel.."

Viktor looked at the book, "doesn't look very scientific."

Y/n looked away, "well..um."

He only chuckled, "I won't tell no worries."

Y/n flushed darkly, looking away "I...thank you."

Viktor drank up the sight, Y/n flushered infront of him, laughing with him. It was pure bliss.

"I am going for a stroll later." Viktor spoke up, "Would you care to join me through the gardens?"

"Oh. Uh. Me?' Y/n questioned.

Viktor chuckled, "Indeed. You don't think I'd lay down my research for just anyone? Do you?"

"I-"

"I'll meet you back here then, 10 before sunset." Viktor told and then started walking off leaving Y/n to his own device's in the hall.

Rounding the corner Viktor took a heavy breathe in releif; how he managed to not slip up surpised him, and was a blessing that he didn't screw up. All he had to do now was clean up , and return back to the spot later on with his hopes held high, yet ready for rejection.

So he was more than estatic when Y/n returned to the stop, he there before Viktor infact. The walk was...nice that was one way to put it; they talked about work mostly: Y/n talking about mechanisms, while Viktor stayed more on the Alchemy side of science.

Y/n had opened himself up to Viktor, more than just about his work, his family like most kids of the under city dead, and his friends along with them, but left it at that. Viktor confessed similarities; parents gone, not many friends, and those few he did have where gone.

The rest of the walk was quiet, unknowing if it was tension from finding solituide too quickly in one another or a hearts pulling at one another.

It seemed too quick, Y/n sitting ontop a lower than waist level well, Viktor opting out for standing as it would be easier than getting up then down. Y/n agaisnt the thick post of the well as they talked. Every few sentences it seems Viktor got closer and closer. Not nessicarily a bad thing, but not good either. Y/n inviting him to stand inbetween his legs.

"Is. This too fast?" Viktor questioned softly.

"I. I don't know..." Y/n spoke, "I've never...you?"

"No." Viktor told, his milk chocolate hazlenut eyes looking into Y/n's making Y/n melt, face growing warm.

"I...it's a....expirement right?..." Y/n whispered, "just a bio alchemy hypothesis...and....this a test run?"

Viktor was at a lost for words: this was too fast. Wasnt it? But his heart ached, he found someone so diffrent yet so similar to him. Someone that understood him.

"It...can be." Viktor whispered.

Y/n nodded Viktor coming closer if even possible, his Y/n's legs pressed against his hips softly, Viktor guiding Y/n's hands onto his shoulder as there noses grazed against one another.

It was a confusing kiss, that grew passionate and wild. That ended in Viktor's bedroom, the two bare and hands all over one another.

Then all the sudden they were alseep, the sun coming through the window as it rose.

Y/n woke up first, yawning as he sat up, he'd never slept that good. Looking besides him his eyes widen.

"No...No- no." He spoke with a whisper shout quickly getting up and dressed, sleeping with a superior?

Oh he's fucked.

Well: he has been fucked-

Y/n quickly rushed out the room. Carefully making his way to his own: hoping to not get caught. Just within time too as Heimerdinger came in no less that twenty mintues later.

"Ah! You're up! Good good!" He spoke bringing over two cups a tea as Poro ran over to Y/n, "I talked to Jayce last night."

Jayce...Jayce...

Viktor's lab partner? Oh shit

"Ah. Um. I remember him sir." Y/n nodded walking over to the two sofas and small coffee table where he took a seat Poro jumping in his lap.

"He was looking over your notes and such. He believes that if you team up with him and Viktor, it with revolutionize Hex Tech." He spoke with a cheer in his tone, cup in his hand, "the two wish to have lunch with you today. So you can assit immediately."

...today...after he just.....

"Of course sir." Y/n smiled sipping his tea, "whatever is needed I will help."

Well shit.