#mel & jayce from my modern au

[melmedarda]

@meljaymicrofics  ⸻ falter ⸻ wc: 982 ⸻ rated M

She presses him up against the wall. Eyes glinting like gold, freckles like stars in the dimness of the bathroom. It's too small, too dark, and there's a scent beneath all the smoke that's too sweet that makes Jayce's belly dip. Or maybe it's her.

She's on him almost immediately. Lips pressed against his neck, hands snaking down to unclasp the buckle of his belt and slipping onto his pants. And he lets her crowd him. Lets her move him just where she wants him. He's weak to her, his own addiction. Always too weak.

Jayce experiences her touch in moments too bright. Too stunning and too quick to fit into the monotonous gray of his daily life. Throws his head back against the wall with such force when she takes him in hand, pain a bright supernova behind his eyelids.

She seeps into his every sense, the feel of her on his skin, the taste of her on his lips, her subtle perfume clinging to the air around them. Jayce can hardly hear the deep bass outside the club, his heart beating so loud in his own ears that he's sure Mel can hear it too.

And then it's over. Too fast, he pants and goans and then sags against the wall, hair falling into his eyes as he dips his head. Forehead pressed against hers and hands on her hips. And she let's him for a moment. Her eyes are brighter now, and the world dims around her. She's still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

The world grows dim as she pulls away. Disentangling herself from him and turning to the sink.

"Well," she says, voice raspy, "that was fun." Her lips are swollen, her the plum of her lipstick smudged on the edges of her lips. Jayce draws his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down. Hard. Want lurches in his stomach. It's never enough.

"I came in my pants," he deadpans, gesturing to the mess of himself. It's humiliating, really. She glances at him through the dirty mirror as she washes her hands, eyes roving down the exposed expanse of his torso, down to the mess she's made of him. His chest is still heaving a bit too much, and he hates that she's unbothered. Unaffected.

"You weren't complaining earlier." And there it is, that small, self-satisfied smirk. Jayce feels his skin flush, and if he was any other man, maybe he would push her up against the bathroom wall and punish her for it. But she's reapplying her lipstick. He knows all too well that meaning.

He sighs heavily through his nose. "We can't keep doing this, Mel." He reaches to the paper towel dispenser, pulling several sheets and begins to wipe off the evidence of his pleasure.

"I don't see why not." She's closer now, watching him draw the paper towel across his skin. She hands him a towelette. He accepts it wordlessly. "It's the easiest thing we've ever had."

And he doesn't like that sentence, the placating tone she wraps it in. It makes his blood boil. They weren't simple. There are things in life that are not simple, things that are harder to understand, but that doesn't make them any less worth the fight.

He'd wanted to believe they were worth fighting for. But the fight's gone out of him now. He doesn't seem to have any boundaries when it comes to her. And the measly protections he's tries to erect around his heart falter and are rendered ueless before Mel.

He should resent her for it all. The way she broke his heart. The way she left him four months before. The way she always leaves him in the after. But the heart wants what if wants, and Jayce finds himself defenseless against Mel. She's knows it. That she is his Achilles heel, and it is a truth she exploits much too often. A truth she is exploiting now.

"We're broken up, Mel. We've been broken up for months now." And he's tired, tired of this. Tired of reminding her, of reminding himself that they are no longer together. He tosses the soiled toilet at the trash bin. "We can't keep doing this."

"Why not?"

"I was on a date with a girl tonight, Mel."

"Well, she didn't compliment you."

"She was good for me." He zips up his pants and straights his shirt. Hates that they are taking about his date in pass tense. Sky was a nice girl. He'd liked her. But Mel tends to leech everything of color, of beauty until all you could look at was her. Until you were blinded to everything else.

"You don't know what's good for you, Jayce Talis. You wouldn't know good if it was dangling right in front of you." There's a strangeness to her tone that cuts Jayce, her words burrowing into him like venom.

"Goodbye, Mel." He says, heart threatening to shatter and his throat burning with words that want to come. But he will not argue with her. He refuses to do that, at least.

Unaware of the war within him, she runs gentle fingers down the line of his neck. "Until next time, Jayce." She says, giving him a smile that looks sad upon her face. But her eyes are sharp. And then she's gone.

He looks into the mirror, forlorn. Sees the hickeys, dark red and purple signatures of her work. Of her hands on him. Jayce sags, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes. She has ruined him and left him to pick up the pieces.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Blacking out for the first time

by bmosbuttons

Caitlyn Kiramman really wants become friends with Violet Lanes, She thinks shes interesting, so she makes a deal with herself to ask Vi to hang out with her before the end of Friday.

Well, todays friday.

Based off of the song Little Miss Perfect!

Words: 466, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Jayce (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: basically the song Little Miss Perfect but if it was caitvi, awkward gay teens, Lesbians, Caitvi, caitlyn is an academic WEAPON, school au, Modern AU, jayce and cait best friends, Powder goes by Jinx, violets last name is lanes, First Kiss, did i mention they're awkward, this is my first fic on here so its far from perfect, timebomb is mentioned

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[solitaireships]

coffee shop, role swap, and magical girl!! :3

[COFFEE SHOP] - How many AU’s do you have between all of your f/o’s? What are they?

Answered this one here! But tldr, all of my f/o relationships take place in different timelines so are technically AUs, but I also have modern AUs for James and Miguel, then an AU where James doesn't die

If we do count my ship of James and Chae-Yeong as a self ship tho, there are a couple more of them. They feature in a lot of my AUs in general but usually less as the focus of it, but some of the ones more focused on them are the trophy husband AU (James is discharged from the military shortly after the incident where he got his prosthetics and is basically Chae-Yeong's trophy husband while also being far more mentally healthy than usual) and the Geeneral Vermeil AU (aka Chae-Yeong is the general instead of James and it is Bad for her so she gets to have a villain arc)

[ROLE SWAP] - What is your favorite AU?

A close tie between my two AUs with James. I do love an AU where he lives bcs well. I love him and I would like to continue loving him forever. But I do also really like the modern AU ideas I have for him too. And there are similar flavors to both of them bcs they both have him getting to a better space in terms of his mental health, but the AU where he lives has more hurt/comfort to it that's fun

[MAGICAL GIRL] - What is a common AU that you’d like to try?

This is where I say I don't really know what AUs are common in the self ship community. But if anyone has any common ones they tend to like a lot, I'd love to hear about them!

I should probably at some point try to come up with modern AUs for characters other than James and Miguel tho. Chae-Yeong, Jayce, Mel, Himeko, and Qrow are all from universes very different from ours, so that'd be interesting

[ravenkinnie]

13, 16, & 22 (arcane version) for the ask game

13 answered

16 you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I don't understand the appeal of many things and I dont have to, I'm a lazy hater. one thing I refuse to have explained to me are high school aus, unless you're also in high school how the fuck is it appealing to you to read about high schoolers. especially if you take adults from fantastical settings and shove them into an American high school like i genuinely don't understand it. but my favorite modern aus are medical settings, highly specific aus where you know this is ops career or special interest or escort/sex work aus bc. idk I love sex work ig so I could not be less inclined to understand the appeal if I tried

22 your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I think few things but they pop up here and there, like silco being a lying dramatic bitch or mel manipulating jayce. one thing that is universally ignored is that tobias is the one who was against jayce in ep1-3 and blamed him for putting caitlyn in danger, he is just as piltie and petty as his wife and I think adding that to his malewife persona is so fun, he could be like the real housewife of piltover just starting shit

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

[balsamfir-fics]

man, machine, and misadventures (M)

Genres: fluff, crack, romance, comedy, lots of science, some fun trivia, implied smut and spicy themes (minors DNI), general nerdery, idiots in love, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers. modern AU in our world, in which jayvik are postdocs at MIT and LoL species coexist with humans. jayvik besties, jaymel. yes we troll his science goggles.

Summary: When Hextech's success brings you back into your childhood friends' lives and workplace, it's hard not to fall for your drinking buddy and lab partner, Viktor. Everyone else seems to be doing it despite the man's obliviousness, so Jayce and Mel start taking bets on whether you or Viktor will ever figure it out.

Warnings: implied smut and spicy themes; some kinky jokes about devices

Word Count: ~8.5k

A/N: I poked at some disparate comedy scenes set in a modern AU and this was the result. It’s very very nerdy and very science-y, but I had fun writing it. Please come say hi if you liked it and would like to see more!

“Viktor, for the love of God, PLEASE don’t try to add Bluetooth to your LEG,” you protest, throwing a half-size pencil at his desk. He ducks it expertly, long used to your attacks, but when you throw one of your chewed-up Bic pens, his stupid cybernetic arm grabs it in mid-air. Jayce lets out a loud, frat-like whistle that dies on his lips when you shoot daggers at him with a piercing gaze. Viktor merely sniffs. “I wasn’t going to add it to my leg,” he sighs, exasperated. “But there’s something to be said about not having to code my own device drivers just to have the ability to connect with third-party devices.” You groan, slumping further into your ergonomic chair and nearly falling backward as it tilts to support your wait. Jayce, you can tell, is trying his best to suppress his laughter at your plight. (You’ll find the time to kill him later). “Why? Just… why do you even want to hook yourself up to other idiots’ untested code? There are so many things that could go wrong.” “But so many things that could go right,” Jayce insists, then snickers. He gets up from his seat, stretches leisurely, then picks up his thermos before heading for the door. “Think about it. He could control his partner’s vibrator using his own hardware.” This time, it’s Viktor who actually chucks his under-desk trash can at Jayce’ head, but your third collaborator is out the door and zooming off to the campus Starbucks before the wastebasket even hits the door. “Ugh. Gross.” You spin back around to expertly hunch at your desk, eyes trying to focus on the paper you were reading instead of letting your mind wander into ‘what are Viktor’s kinks’ territory. But you sneak a look at him nonetheless, surprised to see the tips of his ears going slightly pink. “Oh my god,” you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth and pointing at him, finger accusatory. “You’ve actually considered that!” “As a thought experiment!” Viktor hisses, dropping his head into his hands and running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “To weigh the consequences of cybernetic connectivity to a variety of third-party devices, like blood pressure monitors or security cameras and the like. Different device types and different functions.” “A vibrator, though?” You’d laugh if the subject matter weren’t so outrageously out-of-left-field for a regular lab discussion. Viktor sniffs. “All manners of smart devices are, in fact, available on the market. And even without the leg, my second to last ex seemed to quite enjoy the benefits of such near-field technologies…” He stops only when you march over to his desk and clap a hand over his mouth, before deciding to remove your hand and lift your palms over your ears instead. “No. Gross. Stop, I don’t want to hear anymore – holy Cheez-its, what the heck is wrong with you two?” You head back to your desk, but not to sit. You scramble to pack away your laptop and unplug all of your cables; perhaps it’s better to finish up your readings at home instead. Shrugging, Viktor leans back and rests his heels on his desk. “Don’t ask me, Jayce started it.” Letting out a grunt of displeasure, you hoist your backpack onto your shoulder and follow Jayce’s beeline for the door. “You two,” you pause, turning back to look at Viktor. “... are the worst.” Viktor merely rolls his eyes. Then he corrects his posture, bringing down his legs and scooting his chair into his desk – he begins to squint at the code on one of his monitors. “You love us,” he says, not bothering to look up. You hate that he’s right. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all started almost a decade ago, when Viktor had still had a leg brace and you still had tooth-braces (and both men were still the same height as you). You were kids, nerds in your high school's engineering club together; you one of the unfortunately few women (though it seemed, through the alumni newsletter, that things were doing much better in this department ever since). The two boys wanted to create a robotics offshoot of the club and needed a third member; their idea seemed fun, so you impulsively joined as a fellow founder. For the entirety of junior year, the club only consisted of you three, but by senior year a few curious students signed on and helped build out what would eventually become one of the world’s best teams (though not exactly during your tenure; the team won awards in recent years after Viktor returned as an external coach). The club had been started for fun and games – literally so, because half of the robots exploded in competition, and the other half did incredibly well; these latter robots took your little team to state championship success beyond the three of your wildest dreams. Then it all came to an abrupt halt as you elected to go to college overseas, while the duo went to MIT. You emailed and Facebooked, of course, and saw each other on holiday, but it wasn’t quite the same. It wasn’t your favorite, having to learn about their research through Google Scholar updates or in text-only chat, but the boys did their best to keep you in the loop as they progressed into their PhD programs and their Yordle advisor helped them harness a mysterious mineral’s physics-breaking properties to build Hextech – a technology most deemed to be near-magical. They ushered in a new industrial revolution by making heavy machinery portable, with less dependency on fossil fuels. (Viktor liked to refer to this as some sort of ‘glorious evolution’ for the next era of human-machine interaction, but for the most part neither you nor Jayce paid this description any mind — though it did become somewhat of a catchphrase among your group chat). Magazine after magazine was plastered with their faces (you hated seeing these; your best friends’ grinning faces leered at you from the magazine covers, their backs pressing against the other’s with their arms crossed in front). YouTube was filled with their interviews, many of which involved edits of Jayce’ best gala outfits (for some reason – supposedly being conventionally uber-handsome only added to his scientist’s mystique), or interviews with Viktor as the world’s first cybernetic dual-limb transplantee (these infuriated you more when the two men admitted that Viktor’s ailing health led to a brush with death, before Boston Dynamics worked with Viktor to develop his new arm and leg with Hextech – the two hadn’t remembered, somehow, to tell you that Viktor was nearly dying while you were thousands of miles away). When they told you that they were planning to stay at MIT to help run the Hex Technologies-funded Heimerdinger Lab after their theses were handed in and successfully defended, you applied to the lab at once to help with medical technology research (conveniently, you’d also applied to medical residencies in the area). You’d given a fake name so to avoid an air of nepotism, and when you arrived at the lab’s office space door for your first day on the job, you’d been looked at as if you were a ghost – until you kicked Jayce (lightly) in the shin to assure him that you were real, and revealed your pseudonym to them both. It had been comforting, then, to know that both of your best friends loved your application despite you being deceptive about your background (opting for voice-only interviews and pretending you had been your own classmate when the school’s name and work experiences seemed to Viktor and Jayce to be eerily close to yours). It was less comforting, now, to have worked with them for nearly a year. Learning about their accomplishments from afar made you imagine a well-oiled machine; scientifically rigorous processes and technically perfect methods. Instead, you were faced with the reality of their scientific protocol: passion over order (there was a minimum level of organization, of course, for compliance purposes, but for the most part, Viktor and Jayce’ experiments were dangerous and unconventional). And yet, somehow, it all worked, eventually.   They hadn’t really grown up, not by much – though it would look that way to an outsider, magazine reader, or someone who met them recently. But you were grateful for their candor and camaraderie, and despite their mischief, you were glad to be back in their company. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “A pitcher sounds like a really, really bad idea.” Viktor sniffs. “I can take my alcohol, you know.” You glance around the dive bar, observing the sheer volume of the absurdly cheap pitchers of beer. With tentative fingers, you lift the one in front of the random person sitting next to you (they object, but you quickly explain it’s just an experiment); the pitcher is heavy and slightly adhered to the rather sticky wood countertop, and you’re not even sure you could finish a sixth of the pitcher by yourself. “Yeah, but how big is your stomach? Factoring in carbonation?” You lean back, fingers drumming against the bar, and give Viktor a thorough up-and-down scan with your eyes, making sure to level a gaze directly at his (full) stomach. “After eating a burger as big as your heard, with that skinny frame?” He pales a little at that, and orders a single pint instead. You shoot him a grin in triumph, and his heart seizes a little at the sight — then you order your own pint of fancy local small-batch-brewed blah-blah-blah. As the nonplussed bartender plops down two foaming, sloshing glasses of beer on the counter, your hands quickly dart out to your own, pulling your glass to your lips hurriedly so you can slurp up the foamy head before any more spills over. Something familiar and yet long-forgotten stirs in Viktor’s stomach… Butterflies, perhaps? But he swallows down the thought as his cybernetic arm drops a few crisp bills onto the counter and some ones into a nearby highball glass for a tip. You never paid for these pints; Viktor’d spot your weekly Bar Trivia Night drinks until you both grew old, if you’d let him. He feels his mind clearing its metaphorical throat as he catches himself and amends, if you were still in each other’s lives when you were old, that is. He doesn’t exactly know why that specific wish pops into his head right at this second, in the next beat you’re dragging him off to your usual corner table (so that no competitors could peer over your shoulders for answers) as the host calls the bar to attention. Huddled together, you furiously debate your responses and scribble down answers, with Viktor getting up more often to deposit your slips of paper at the host’s stand (you think he likes showing off his robot-leg-enabled athleticism; it seems to never have gotten old for him). As happens most weeks, you sweep the competition by a long margin. It wasn’t always like this; the first few times you’d taken Viktor to bar trivia nights, he’d been so abysmally uneducated in esoteric minutiae that your team had been consistently last place for months. But the longer things went on, Viktor’s competitive streak kicked in, and your team rose through the ranks to become (mostly) undefeated champions, winning bragging rights week after week. It was all worth the initial embarrassment of not knowing all the names of the Friends, Viktor thinks now as he fondly watches you bite absently at the end of a likely unhygienic golf pencil, if it meant getting to see your face light up with every correct answer. Wait, what? What was that thought? Feeling his gaunt cheeks heating up, Viktor clears his throat (aloud, this time) and chugs the rest of his pint. You look up, giving him a curious expression, and the way your eyes shine in enthusiasm and open affection  makes that weird sensation in his stomach return again. “I’m gonna get that pitcher after all,” he announces, and you wave him off , completely distracted by this tough round of bonus questions. He returns with the heavy glass in his robotic hand, tops off your glass, then refills his own. This second glass is downed as quickly as the first, before Viktor leans back towards you to share brainpower. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When a gleeful kid runs straight into your legs at a ‘Faculty and Family Barbecue’ event one sweltering campus summer, you don’t think much of it. You certainly don’t expect it to lead to a drunk Viktor telling you some of his best-kept secrets in the dark of your apartment later that evening, snuggling into your couch as he nurses a mugful of cold water and you throw him a bottle of ibuprofen. And you definitely don’t expect the secret to be the fact the chemistry professor to whom the child belonged used to be Viktor’s ex — much less a serious one. “I almost proposed to them, you know. Can you believe it? Me, almost engaged!” Viktor’s voice is nonchalant as he takes another sip from his glass, and you almost don’t catch the gravity of his words because he’s so blase about it. Just seconds before, you’d been reminiscing about fun stories from your childhood, goading each other on to then reveal sexcapades from the past, and otherwise giggling over science mishaps like the nerds you’d always been together. Such mishaps, of course, included “the time that Jayce burned off his eyebrows in an experiment gone wrong and walked around with poorly-drawn auntie-brows for a month” and “the adversarial relationship our robotics team had with the cybersecurity club in high school, when they hacked our prize robot to pants the engineering professor during class and we got in a ton of trouble.” You blink in the dark, only the flickering light of a nearly-drained candle on your coffee table illuminating your faces.“Excuse me, what? Why didn’t you tell me? And to who?” This was huge! A million questions surge into your brain, but as Viktor takes in a short breath you hold back, wondering if he might divulge everything himself. “Yeah…” He exhales heavily. “It was during our master’s; Jayce was actually supposed to attend the fundraising benefit dinner for Hextech and give a small speech, but he’d gotten completely trashed with Mel the night before and was too hungover to execute. Heimerdinger made me go instead, and the speech went as fine as it could have. I met them right after I nearly toppled off the stage; it’d been one of my first few appearances after the transplants and walking was still weird to me. We hit it off at once. They were everything I was not, and I re-learned a lot about the world through them. Learned a lot about chemistry, too, which has been particularly helpful for the nanobot medication delivery system I’ve been working on lately.” Your mind sifts through memories and chat messages as you try to think about who Viktor had been dating at the time. This had to have been several years ago, when you were taking your post-undergrad gap year to volunteer overseas before applying to med school. You vaguely remember Jayce teasing Viktor about someone serious in the group chat, but you’d been several timezones away and the chat wasn’t active that often. “What happened?” You lick experimentally at a bit of foam on the rim of your mug; you’d elected to fashion yourself an automated cappuccino to help take the edge off of all the wine you’d had a few hours earlier. Viktor’s eyes focus on the movement of your tongue, realizing in that moment just how comfortable you were in his presence — and vice versa. He sighs. “They wanted a family, and they wanted one soon while they were pursuing tenure. I… wasn’t ready. I wanted one, sure, but with what money? I wasn’t making any, and neither were they. They wanted me to cash in my Hextech shares and leave the startup – leave my research – for a more stable job.” This sounds more familiar. You remember Viktor agonizing over whether to quit (though he hadn’t explained his reasons why at the time), and Jayce being supportive on paper, but quite agitated in a private DM with you. It’s hard to recall what you actually said to Viktor at the time, but it’s Viktor now who provides this context. “I think I called you for the first time in months then, but it was weird because I hadn’t told you about them before and still didn’t feel comfortable mentioning them to you then. I’m not really sure why; I think maybe I was worried that you might not have approved of them; I thought you’d have liked them but somehow I thought you’d have been disappointed that I’d been seeing a faculty member while I was a student — never mind that we were in different departments, though I’m grateful for that, at least. Looking back now, I don’t think we would have been a good long-term fit, but I was young and liked the idea of providing for them, of being their world. And they made it seem that way. It was addicting to be someone’s hero – to hold the answers to their questions in the palm of your hands. And yet I wasn’t ready to give them that answer, to become a dad and leave the instability of Hextech behind. Or to leave research behind, for that matter, especially when they were unwilling to do so themselves. I’d worked so hard to get here despite my upbringing and constant medical issues; I wasn’t sure if I could give that all up.” It clicks for you now. It’d been a very strange, out-of-the-blue call, with Viktor being cryptic about things like ‘being true to oneself’ or the ‘necessary sacrifices for a desirable life.’ He’d asked for advice in an oblique, roundabout way, but without truly understanding his circumstances, you did the best you could with generic suggestions. Viktor continues. “You told me something I’ll never forget.” “I did?” He nods. “I asked you what you would sacrifice your future for, and you said ‘only something or someone that would do the same for me.’ The next day, I had a lengthy conversation with my ex that resulted in me returning the ring to the jeweler within a week. They didn’t want to change their lifestyle or give up their tenure-track position to support me continuing with my research part-time, or to support a growing family on a budget far more modest than me selling my stake in Hextech. I had known what you told me for some time, but I needed to hear it from someone else with no knowledge of my situation.” Viktor takes another sip of his warming beer. “Thank you for that.” He turns to you now, smile warm, and reaches out with his cybernetic arm to give your shoulder an affectionate squeeze. You glance at the arm, remembering that it has the capability of shooting high-precision lasers out of it, but otherwise pay it no mind. “Anytime,” you manage to eke out, mind still whirling from the knowledge that Viktor had almost gotten married (and that you’d apparently prevented him from doing so). That explained the weird tension you’d felt radiating off of Viktor when the faculty member’s kid bumped into you at the barbecue, and the even stranger interaction when the faculty member and their partner apologized on their kid’s behalf. The exchange had been civil and polite, with no animosity, but you’d sensed some mild discomfort and an awkwardness borne from a complicated history. You lean back into the cushions, silenced by the gravity of Viktor’s decision making process, and from the relative shock of knowing that a close friend of yours had been nearly ready to upend their life for another. You wrack your brains to think about who you’d sacrifice your future for; after all, it had been your own advice to him. Something sinks in your stomach as you realize that the pool of potential individuals was rather small. Before you can assemble an ordered list in your mind, you shake the thought away, though a part of you suspects that if you did end up writing it down, Viktor would be somewhere near the top. As a friend, of course. Jayce was in that pool, too, and so was Mel. Just friends; just friends you cared deeply about. The candle blows out as a summer breeze carries into your living room, plunging you and Viktor into darkness. He merely lifts his hand, popping out a miniature LED device from his palm (gross) and placing it onto the table. He all but beams at you, though the light casts spooky shadows across his angular features, and you can’t help but laugh. “What is it?” He raises a thick eyebrow at you over the rim of his mug (naturally, you’d given him the novelty mug he mailed to you when you finished med school that read “trust me, I’m a doctor,” because he got a kick out of his Ph.D. title being misinterpreted for the life-saving kind of doctor. “I can’t believe you rigged your transplanted limbs to have detachables,” you scoff. “Good thing you’re not a dad; you’d be disassembled like a pile of Legos, waiting to be stepped on.” Viktor snorts, then gets up to fashion himself a mug of tea now that he’s a little more hydrated and sober. “You’re probably right about that,” he muses. But as he waits for the water to boil, his mind flashes to an image of a kid who looks vaguely like you, face scrunched up in pain as the kid hops away from a stash of Viktor’s spare parts strewn all over a colorful playmat. Thoughts drifting, he stirs the teabag into hot water before lifting the mug to his lips. Sure, he’d balked at the idea of having a kid and giving up his career back then, but now? The idea of a family didn’t sound as bad as it used to, perhaps because he’d achieved what he set out to do. Wait. Why did this imaginary child look like you? “Ow!” Viktor yelps from your kitchen; you leap to your knees on the couch to peer over at him. “What’s wrong? What happened?” “Nothing,” Viktor scowls, padding back into the living room and (carefully) dumping himself back onto your sofa. “Probably burned my lip on hot tea, but such is life.” You give him a quizzical look in the thin rays of LED light. “Wow. You’re probably the first cyborg I’ve met who’s ever done something that stupid,” you lilt. “I’m the only cyborg you know,” Viktor rotates his mechanical wrist a full and very disgusting 720-degrees of motion. “Therefore, I’m the smartest cyborg you’ve met.” “And therefore also the dumbest. But I still love you,” you say affectionately. As a friend, you hastily add mentally, hoping that Viktor catches your drift and takes your words casually. He avoids your gaze, watching steam waft from the cooling mug on the coffee table instead. A voice in his mind crafts unspoken questions of his own; as a friend? Or something more? —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “One of the world’s best minds, scrambling to piece together new Hextech applications at the cutting edge of science, and yet you still can’t figure out how to hold office hours over Zoom?” Viktor leans over your shoulder, peering at your screen as you fiddle with the settings in your browser.   You purse your lips at Viktor’s question. You know how to use Zoom, it’s just that they put all the breakout room buttons in all the wrong places and don’t have a great system for holding a queue. Normally, you’d have been holding office hours in-person, but this semester you were teaching on-loan for the medical school you attended, as a favor to your advisor there. The time zone differences between the school and Cambridge were slight, but still enough of a problem for you, it seemed. “Here,” Viktor drops the teasing tone and puts his hand over yours to move your mouse. “Let me help you.” His cybernetic arm effortlessly keeps his piping-hot cup of shitty Starbucks coffee stable and far from you; good thing, too, because you were convinced that he’d tweaked the pain receptor settings in his hardware just so he could hold boiling-hot paper cups without the cardboard sleeve for bragging rights. Jayce watches intently from two desks away, wondering when this will-they-won’t-they thing you’ve got with Viktor will go in one direction or the other. Maybe he’ll ask Prof. Heims if the old codger will take bets. Or maybe he’ll start a betting pool with the PhD students; they were always looking to make a quick buck and for any entertainment that would break the monotony of data analysis. Then Viktor clears his throat. Jayce jumps in his seat, realizing that the two of you are staring at him intently. “What?” Jayce asks. “You were mumbling something about taking bets while staring us down like a serial killer,” you say matter-of-factly. “What’s the wager? I want in!” “As do I,” Viktor intones, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Terrified, Jayce blurts out some random excuse before grabbing his jacket and booking it out of the lab. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to ship his two best friends together; Viktor could be silently threatening enough on his own, and he didn’t need to be ganged up on in a two-versus-one situation. He complains about this to Mel later, while chopping vegetables for dinner, but she only laughs. “It’s only a matter of time,” she grins. “For two geniuses, they’re a little idiotic.” Jayce sags with relief as he passes her a bowl of diced onions. “You think? I’m not off the mark? They won’t kill me or experiment on me for starting a pool?” “Oh, Viktor might still murder you for it, but I think he’ll be pleased with the outcome if they do get together.” Mel raises a spoon to her lips, tasting the sauce she stirs every so often. “And put fifty bucks on them not figuring it out before the next Hextech product launch.” “The next launch isn’t even on the roadmap yet! It’ll take at least another two years before we have a viable prototype.” “Exactly,” Mel smirks, tossing in the onions. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Viktor’s new Science Goggles are absolutely ridiculous. They’re not up-to-grade, for one, because they’ve been painted on and modified with straps of leather and circular cutouts to look like they came straight from a steampunk costume store. With their modifications, they are definitely not kosher for any number of chemical or mechanical tests, and definitely won’t keep his eyes safe from anything except flying bugs and dust particles. Thus the “Science Goggles” euphemism, and not ‘safety goggles.’ “Where in the world did you get those?” Mel asks from where she’s perched in Jayce’ lap. Yes, in the lab. With all the part-time undergrad researchers flitting around. “… They were on my desk when I got in this morning,” Viktor muses, leaning closer to his monitors to stare at a bug in his code. “With a lovely note about the dangers of excessive blue-light exposure, and a short postscript on how good I might look in this kind of fashion. I find that they do help, somewhat, and the eye strain has been considerably less awful today.” You glance at your desk calendar. Ah — October 30th. Someone, it seemed, had given Viktor a Halloween present. A research assistant bumps into your chair, almost sending you spinning; a flurry of apologies rises from one of the undergrads who’s been working on smaller-scale experiments with you and Viktor this semester. It clicks; you thought you noticed furtive glances from this kid to your lab partner, and the guy did have a strangely Victorian-inspired aesthetic about him. “For what it’s worth, Doctor,” the kid says, referring to Viktor (who turns towards the sound without removing the goggles, looking somewhat like a bug with the size of the lenses against his narrow face). “I think you look great in those glasses.” Then he turns pink, spins on his heel, and runs for the machine room with his clipboard tucked tight to his chest. You chuckle, leaning back in your chair with a smirk spreading across your lips. You prop your feet up on your desk, inches away from Viktor’s; he twitches, but since your shoes haven’t touched his desk, he remains silent. Fingers tapping at your phone, you shoot a message to Jayce and Mel.

askyourdoctor: thats a dozen now, you owe me and mel twenty bucks m.medarda: indeed! pay up; i take cash app or venmo, or booty call coupons askyourdoctor: gross, mel… j-ace: ugh this was rigged i swear j-ace: who would have thought viktor would have a baker’s dozen of people crushing on him before the end of the semester? are you sure you two ladies didn’t pay anyone to fall for him m.medarda: that would be a breach of ethical conduct j-ace: ethics? in a private bet on viktor’s oblivious casanova status? askyourdoctor: wait a baker’s dozen = 13 not 12; who’s the 13th?

You glance up at Jayce, eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. He swallows thickly, Adams apple bobbing, and Mel locks her phone before jumping off his lap.

askyourdoctor: guys????????

“Hey Four-Eyes, you want any coffee?” Viktor perks up, shoving the Science Goggles to his forehead as he takes off the lid of his new, re-usable coffee mug to peer inside — empty. “Yes, please,” he hands Mel the mug as the couple vacate the lab.

askyourdoctor: guys?? who’s the thirteenth person?!?!

Drumming his fingers on his desk, Viktor ponders taking a small break. Then he leans back, frowning disapprovingly at your feet, before sitting back up to roll his chair over to yours. “Who are you texting so feverishly?” “Nothing,” you yelp, nearly tripping as you jump out of your chair and dash after your coffee-running friends. “Jayce! Mel! Wait up!” Viktor watches the door swing closed behind you three. He tilts his head in confusion, but gives an exasperated sigh before turning back to his code. In usual form, he fails to notice the small gaggle of admiring young researchers peering at his lanky frame through the windows of the mechanics lab. ————————————————————————— It had been nearly four months since you had been enlightened by Jayce and Mel to your status as the first of thirteen of Viktor’s admirers, three months since you admitted to yourself (and the two of them) that they were, in fact, right, and about two months since you’d become jumpily hyperaware around Viktor in the lab. To Viktor’s hurt confusion, it had been the third week you’d bailed on your weekly tradition of shitty bar trivia. Come to think of it, your standing appointment had been a bit odd in the past few months; you’d been more quiet and less invested in winning, and had been drinking less and less during these nights until four weeks ago — the last known trivia night — when you had perhaps a few sips of your gin and tonic before ignoring your drink. He’d tried to corner you at the lab to ask you about it, but you’d been working from home more often or conducting experiments that required solo attendance (for less interference) in the machine room. The data never had any issues, and he was easily able to retrieve files from the shared Google Drive, but it felt like you’d mainly communicated in comment threads, emails, or suggested edits rather than in person. Viktor had the vague sensation he only felt when being broken up with, but that was strange; you weren’t a couple, and you were still at talking to him in some avenues, at least. When he asked Jayce if you weren’t feeling well, the taller man only gave Viktor a cryptic, disappointed look before letting out an annoyed huff of air. Mel hadn’t been much help either, being equally as mysterious when he asked her, too. And much to Viktor’s newfound annoyance, in your absence his desk had been littered with more anonymous (though helpful, and thoughtful) gifts from what he suspected were the group of undergrads that kept attending his office hours armed with questions he knew they already knew the answers to. He knew you had some clinical trials to attend to at the nearby hospital as part of your role and your duties as a resident, so Viktor intended to give you some space in the event that you were overly stressed or overworked by your work — but after receiving three tepid excuses for not making the trivia night he only liked because you seemed to love it so much, his resolve dissipated and his curiosity became too intense to bear.

viktor: have i perhaps done something wrong? viktor: if it’s because we lost last month’s trivia night by a point because i got into a minor disagreement with the host regarding the state of known subatomic particles, i’m sorry i cost us our victory askyourdoctor: that hypothesis is absolutely ridiculous and you know it viktor: then what? i feel like you’re avoiding me. something is definitely different and I have data to prove it, if you’d like me to share my notes with you askyourdoctor: … askyourdoctor: viktor, do you have spreadsheets to keep tabs on your FRIENDS viktor: no. just you, and just recently, because i can’t for the life of me deduce why you’ve been acting so strangely around me viktor: data aside, the result of my analysis is that i miss you, and tonight is trivia night. it’s not too late to go, if you don’t dislike me for whatever reason. i’d like to attend, if only just to see you. we don’t have to try to win

You glance at the corner of your phone screen at the clock readout; he was right, it wasn’t too late for you to make it to the bar from your house. You’d been planning to continue your binge-watch of LOST, which had been a helpful if highly confusing distraction from your feelings, but screw it all. As nervous as you were around him, you missed him, too, and you were beginning to get fed up with the show as well as your teenage-level awkwardness around your longtime friend and — ugh — crush.

askyourdoctor: fine. you’re buying viktor: i’d assumed i would, as per usual

How gallant. But if you were to survive an evening sitting so close to Viktor, heads huddled over novelty questions, you were going to need quite a few drinks. You say a short prayer to anyone who will listen to ‘please bless Viktor’s wallet’ as well as your sanity, before heaving yourself off your couch to get dressed. ————————————————————————— For someone so intelligent and driven, Viktor has an incredibly difficult time staying focused this evening. You pointedly try to keep the conversation centered on trivia responses, shop talk, or general topics, but Viktor infuriatingly perforates every lull with direct interrogations into your mental state — all without missing a beat. “How many moons are currently orbiting Jupiter?” Bleats the host. “79,” Viktor immediately says to you, eyes downcast on your hands as you quickly scribble in the answer on your sheet. The bar erupts with sound as other groups debate among themselves, scurrying to come up with the right answer. “No idea how you knew that before I did,” you mutter under your breath, doodling in the margins. You're usually the trivia master. You brace yourself for Viktor’s follow-up question, something he’s done since the second round. It’s been like this for fifteen minutes; trivia question, rapid-fire response, personal question. You’ve successfully fended off most of them, saved primarily by the pace of incoming trivia tidbits (“Are you sick?” “No.” “Has it been busy at the hospital?” “Mostly.” “Why do you keep working from home instead of coming into the lab?” “Kinda behind on house chores and wanted to save the commute — ah, they’re asking the next question, sshhh!”) As the questions get more and more personal or difficult to answer (things like “are you sure you’re not mad at me?” Or “are you seeing someone?”), you find yourself in need of greater creativity to answer them with lies, and thus you end up about five vodka sodas into a rather early evening. But Viktor’s next question catches you off-guard. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” “God, yes.” The words blurt out of your mouth faster than your brain can remember to filter them, and it’s only when Viktor looks shocked that you realize what you’ve said in your increasingly inebriated state. He fidgets in his seat. The host rattles off another question (“continents shift at the same growth rate as what?”); Viktor takes the paper and pencil from you and scribbles down “fingernails,” only tearing his wide-eyed gaze from you once. “Why?” He asks in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard — your heart tightens in your chest when you detect a tinge of hurt in the word. You let out a frustrated groan; a few people from one table over shoot you either concerned or dirty looks. “Look,” you lean over, world spinning a bit from your rising blood alcohol level. Viktor leans in, eyes still on yours. “Now is not the time or the place to discuss this.” He objects. “Now is the time; it’s been time for over a month now. Though I’ll agree that this isn’t the best place. I just thought it’d be better to suss this out on neutral grounds.” What common animal in North America has no gallbladder? “Deer,” you point at the next line on the answer sheet, glad to beat Viktor to the punch. He obediently scrawls down the letters, but still looks at you expectantly. You squint at his glass of wine; odd choice in a dive bar, but whatever — you try to down the rest of it in an attempt to gain more liquid courage. He yelps, pulling the glass out of your fingers before you can polish it off. “What’s gotten into you?” He hisses, not out of malice but out of concern. Kissing increases most people’s heart rate to over how many beats per minute? “One-hundred,” you’re hiccuping now, and pointedly ignoring his question. Viktor raises an eyebrow. “One-hundred and ten,” he corrects. “My data shows that simple attraction alone can raise the heart rate to over ninety-five b.p.m.; I’d imagine that kissing…” (Are you drunk, or did he just glance down at your lips?) “…should push a heart rate up to over one-ten, at least.” “Whatever you say, Casanova,” you roll your eyes. “I’d consider myself more of the expert in that department.” Your voice turns woeful; you wish could control your heartbeat around Viktor, but no —  it’s an impossibility. Even tonight, after so many weeks of successfully avoiding Viktor and trying to quell your feelings, your heart races just by being near him. He narrows his eyes at you. “What do you mean?” You fix him with an unfocused stare. The trivia host says something, but your brain doesn’t process the words. “I dunno,” you shrug, letting out the words in a sing-song fashion. “Maybe ask Jayce what the number thirteen means.” Yep, you’re drunk. You wave at the trivia host, asking him to repeat the question. He politely reminds you that he can only repeat the question twice, and has done so already, so you curl back into your seat with a pout. Next to you, Viktor taps at his phone at breakneck speed. You try to read what he’s typing out, but it’s a bit hard to see between the drunk goggles you’ve got on and the small font on his screen. The icon at the top of his chats looks familiar, though; it’s the corner of a mouth full of gleaming white teeth. Isn’t that a joke photo you took of Jayce at a long-ago gala during a speech, while giggling conspiratorially with a champagne-infused Viktor? Wait. You feel yourself sobering up instantly. Snatching Viktor’s phone out of his hand, you pull his phone towards you and squint at the screen. To Viktor’s credit, his cybernetic reflexes are scary fast and he manages to keep his thumb and index finger pressed against the corner of the glass — against his credit, however, his reflexes are a little too fast and his mechanical grip a bit too strong, and the glass cracks. “Oops, sorry,” you apologize instantly, but you don’t feel that bad when leaking LCD fluid obfuscates whatever Jayce’ response was to ‘wtf does 13 mean’ followed by ten angry-face emojis (guess Viktor wasn’t entirely sober, either — glad he was sort of keeping you company in that regard). Viktor gives a frustrated growl, but the visible portion of his screen lights up with an incoming call: gleaming teeth, again. “No, don’t take that,” you protest weakly, but you’re still not entirely clear-minded and the effort is futile. Viktor leaps to his half-flesh, half-machine feet and steps outside the bar, grateful that the “accept call” button still seems to work. You shrink into your seat, suddenly nervous. It had probably been a mistake to drink tonight; you’d wanted to calm your nerves and present yourself as you always had been around Viktor, but perhaps you’d had a little too much on an empty stomach and had been a little thrown by how much he still affected you despite your best efforts to get over your affections. Eyes fixed on the window, you watch Viktor’s posture go through a range of interesting positions during his call before he turns back towards you, his gaze laser-focused. His hand slowly drops to his side and he gives you an open expression of awe before urgently waving for you to come outside. Your trembling fingers shred up your answer sheet and tosses the pieces into a waste bin on your way out; behind you, the host declares your team forfeit as other competitors cheer. “Um, hi.” It’s chilly outside in the crisp, autumnal air. Viktor immediately wraps his jacket around your shoulders; when you protest, he gestures at his transplanted limbs. Right. He’d added heating elements to them to assist with terrible winters. “Hi,” he exhales. His eyes look clear, and you feel like your alcohol buzz is all but gone (though you expect the dehydration to hit you tomorrow). Neither of you say anything for a beat. Then a voice crackles from somewhere around Viktor’s hips. “Viktor?” You both jump — Jayce’ voice is LOUD. Viktor curses something Slavic that sounds really unbecoming, then fumbles with controls in his wrist before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Bluetooth.” He gestures at his leg. “And accidentally pressing on the speaker button, which I can’t see because of the loose LCD liquid.” You blink. He blinks. Then you burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. “For the love of all that is holy and good, please don’t connect your appendages to any other technologies,” you plead in between breaths. “I know you’re a genius and you’re my best friend and I’d be amazed by virtually anything you do, but some things are meant to be left un-experimented with.” Some of the light in Viktor’s amber eyes falters. “Best friend? Despite… the thirteen?” Ah. So Jayce did, in fact spill the beans — though you suppose you’d given the all-clear in your drunken state. You swallow, avoiding the intensity of Viktor’s gaze. “Well, now that you know the truth, I’m actually the first, not the last.” He rubs at the corners of his eyes, pressing them shut. “Wait. What do you mean? You? Jayce said that you all had a bet on how many students would end up crushing on me before the end of the semester; he mentioned that you might be feeling weirded out by it despite being an enthusiastic member of this betting pool. You’re both ridiculous, by the way, but I thought… I just thought…” Um. What? Jayce hadn’t revealed that you were part of the thirteen? “You thought what?” Viktor shuffles where he stands, now averting your gaze, which you fix on him. “I thought you might have avoided me because you were jealous. That you might have a stake in the game, or an interest in me.” He exhales. “Forget it, it’s ridiculous.” He turns to leave, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shivers; guess he hadn’t turned on his conveniently-attached heaters after all. You reach out to stop him with a hand on his arm. “Viktor, wait.” You sigh, mustering up whatever fully-sober courage you could find. “I was a little jealous, but you’re missing some key information. When I said I was the first, I meant that I’m part of those thirteen people. Surprised Jayce didn’t think to tell you that, though I’ll give him a piece of my mind later.” “First,” he says, folding the word over in his mouth as his mind runs through calculations. “The semester in question ended two months ago; how long ago did you start having feelings for me?” You pull the lapels of his jacket tighter around you, not really wanting to admit the real truth quite so readily. “Uh,” you say intelligently. “I only admitted it to myself a few months ago, but if I’m being realistic, this has been a building undercurrent for years.” “Years,” he repeats, and you begin to wonder if Viktor’s lost some of his vocabulary. You watch as the wheels turn in his head, waiting for a real response from him. Then, somehow, his lips are on yours. They’re cold and dry and yet so soft, and though he quickly leans away in what you presume to be shyness, you grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him back to you. You’re both well into adulthood, both fully experienced in the art of kissing others but not each other, but you think for a first kiss between longtime friends it’s a pretty good one. When you break apart, Viktor glances at the display embedded into his mechanical wrist. “Over one-hundred and ten b.p.m.,” he comments, showing you the readout of his heart-rate monitor. “Well, I’ll be damned,” you laugh, and tug him down for another kiss. ————————————————————————— Since you and Viktor became an official ‘Thing’ in the lab (much to the disappointment of twelve of Viktor’s students, and much to Jayce’ suddenly wealthy glee due to his won bet against Mel), you’ve settled into a much more normal cadence of interaction with Viktor. The past few months had been self-inflicted torture which you now know was entirely unnecessary, but Viktor does his best to not hold the minor hurt you caused him against you. Sure, he brings it up in arguments, but always playfully — he’s much more grateful that the short period of questioning and turmoil led to such a brilliant outcome. Rather, he’s just glad you’re not as twitchy around him anymore, and no longer avoiding him. You don’t return to that bar for trivia; you’re both pretty sure people stopped playing the game and watched your little drama transpire outside. Instead, you find a different establishment. It’s equally as dive-y and much closer to Viktor’s apartment, which makes for a very convenient escape for whenever you get too handsy when he sexily answers a nerdy question with incredible ease. You don’t go out as often, preferring to stay inside where you can snuggle to your hearts’ content. Tonight, you’re curled up against Viktor, ignoring the biting cold of the snow outside and rather enjoying your literal space heater of a boyfriend as he tries to wrap his brilliant brain around the plot of LOST. “It doesn’t make sense,” he complains, scrolling through his phone while the show is paused, trying his best to decipher the various plot lines. “After a certain point, I don’t think it’s supposed to,” you laugh, placing nibbling kisses under his jaw. He squirms, much to your delight, but he keeps scrolling through plot summaries. “And why do you watch something so nonsensical?” He frowns at the screen; you bought him a new phone, one he thankfully hasn’t connected to the Bluetooth sensors in his mechanical arms. Heimerdinger’s pet Poro, who Viktor happens to be pet-sitting, jumps into his lap in order to burrow into his warmth. You snuggle closer into both of them. “It’s an excellent distraction,” you hum. “I started watching it while I was busy trying to ignore my feelings for you.” Viktor opens his mouth in a little ‘ah’ of recognition, before lifting his arm around you and beginning to trace absentminded patterns into your arm. “I’ll give you that, but I think it’s more distracting because it’s frustrating.” He glances down at you and the very pleased Poro, thinks for a second, then lifts the rotund pet off of his lap with ease. The creature gives an indignant sound, displeased to lose such a wonderful heat source in a cold winter, but Viktor ignores it as he stands. “I can think of a better distraction,” he declares, tugging you up from the couch. You protest at the loss of warmth yourself as the blanket falls away from your body, but you follow Viktor to the bedroom nonetheless. When you hear a whirring sound, your jaw drops open in disbelief. “You didn’t.” “I didn’t what?” Viktor murmurs, pressing kisses to your forehead and peppering them down your face and décolletage as he slips warm fingers beneath your sweater. “You did NOT install a vibrator into your implants!!” “I might have. I might have not,” he muses, enjoying shock in your voice a little too much. “Would you really complain about it if I did, though?” “Yes!” You splutter. “That’s so… It’s…” “Relax,” Viktor husks into your ear with a chuckle, drawing his fingers up your bare back with feather-light touches. “I didn’t, for the record, though it’s incredible fun to watch you determine whether it’s a turn-on or a turn-off.” He divests you of your clothing quickly before gesturing for you to head to the bed. You oblige, but not before helping him out of his own vestments first. “Worst boyfriend ever,” you tease as you lean back on the bed. “You have a terrible sense of humor.” “Worst? Really?” He kneels, kissing a trail up your legs as his hands dance over your skin. “Mmhmm,” you reply weakly. You’re enjoying his ministrations a little more than you’d care to admit, and your resolve for teasing him is quickly waning. “We’ll see about that,” Viktor smiles against your skin. Then he proceeds to disprove your highly unscientific conclusion, preferring to present you with another theory: that he might be the best boyfriend ever instead. When you come down from your third high of the night, you find yourself with significant proof towards his hypothesis. You let him know, and he merely replies with a short “good” and a kiss to your cheek. Spent, you curl into him and quickly drift off to sleep in his arms. Arm trapped beneath you, he lifts his wrist to check something, your hair illuminated by the faint glow from the display. 160 beats per minute, slowing down as his own breath evens out. Viktor smiles privately to himself, turns off the display, then lets himself ship off to sleep with you.

[doctorho]

masterlist

If you knew what the bluebirds sing (Royal!Viktor x gender neutral reader) Viktor is a king crowned a bit too young and without choice. He has insomnia, a troubled kingdom, a distaste for doing things by the book and a life where everything is predetermined for him. The reader is a servant that isn’t the biggest fan of following rules, either.

Distractions (Viktor x f!reader, friends to lovers) Viktor is distracted before an event, and for once it isn't because of science.

Distractions pt. 2 (The distraction continues and gets a bit spicy)

Cold nights, warm hearts (Viktor x gender neutral reader, 1.8k words, fluff) you're a lab assistant at hextech. viktor tends to spend long nights at the lab, and after working with him for a while, so do you. and maybe it's not just work after a while. maybe it's nice and comfortable and maybe it just works.

Behind these words (Viktor x gender neutral reader) inspired by this series by @buttermynutter ! this is what, in my head, happens behind those letters. it's shenanigans! it's yearning! it's new beginnings! it's finding out life can be a lot more than you thought!

Neon lights (Viktor x gender neutral reader, modern no magic au, everyone is an academy student because i said so.) The last exams of the season are over in the Academy, and people are celebrating. Jayce, Mel and Viktor have a victorious pub quiz team, and after your classmates stand you up, you join them. And end up spending the night sitting in Viktor's lap.

Neon lights pt. 2 (The quiz ends, the night continues)

Neon lights pt. 3 (The night ends...in Viktor's bed.)

New things, real things (Viktor x gender neutral reader. it's the midwinter gala at the academy, and Viktor has plans.)

Holy Darkness (Vampire!Viktor x gender neutral reader) the reader has a quiet little life. working at a book shop, feeding stray cats, you know how it is. It's fine, but it's boring. And...there might be a vampire living in the abandoned library at the edge of town. And they might just both be lonely.

Holy Darkness pt. 2

scribbles (aka just short fics, thoughts, moments)

og vampire viktor thoughts vampire viktor thoughts more vampire viktor thoughts fae au? plus (additional thoughts) viktor with a plus sized reader - whom he adores jayce being a sweet lil nerd who likes to make stuff for the people he cares about? crystal edition! musings about viktor & holidays chaotic college student viktor work safety as a love language (the reader is from the undercity and gets invited to attend the piltover academy, viktor helps them adjust)

viktor with a chronically ill reader

[hextechery]

Thank you for tagging me! Hopefully I’m doing this the right way. The people I would tag have already been tagged so I’m just going to refer back to them and recommend reading their works 👆

Here’s the thing. I started writing fanfiction when I was 13 because a friend was in a fandom and spitballing ideas with me since I enjoyed writing, so I started writing for that fandom through her, and so up until I quit writing fanfiction in early 2019 that was the only fandom I wrote for. I’m not going to rec stuff from that time. There’s a reason I created a pseud on AO3 lmao. Come April 2022, I fell head over heels with Arcane and I managed those emotions in part by writing fanfiction. There’s going to be NSFW stuff here. SO:

5. Mixed Signals (The Many Tales and Conspiracies of Singed the Bartender) | teens and up | just a little something about Singed as a bartender

Rumour has it that the bartender at Mixed Signals… Well, rumour has a lot of things.

4. Yearning is not for the faint of heart | gen | I’m not a poet but I wrote a collection of poems for Meljayvikweek

she believed you when you said one day you’d go to space you’d already found some meteorite in the yard it perched on a pedestal she used to keep heirlooms on now your bedroom is a treasury (…)

3. Born to service you | explicit, Meljayvik | they’re all in love and living together

“Do you want me to show you how to make him behave?” Mel asked. “You usually do a good job of making me behave.” “Not now though.”

2. Meet in the middle | explicit, Melvik | set in s01e07 after defusing Jinx’s bomb, a deleted scene if you will

While Jayce struggles to make a decision, Viktor takes matter into his own hands and seeks out Mel to prevent the weaponization of Hextech.

1. The Rise (and Fall) of Hextech | explicit, Meljayvik | modern AU that started out as a crack idea where MJV starts a band and Heimerdinger is their manager but it’s very close to my heart

Jayce wants to start a band, but it’s not up to him. Not really. Not that it will stop him from trying.

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass it to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Oooh, cool!

This exercise was funny because I made myself revisit old, old fic lol. It's crazy how one's writing develops. I forced myself to only pick one per fandom. Anyway, here we go:

5. we survive; we always survive (a dark comedy) | Bonnie Bennett/Caroline Forbes/Elena Gilbert | a zombie apocalypse poly romance bc why not

Extract:

They slept curled around each other.

As the least violent sleeper and the warmest of the three, Bonnie often found herself stuck in the middle. Her arms wrapped around her two friends as if they were all three drowning, and by sheer force of will, she might be able to keep them afloat with the strength of her arms. Caroline was a snuggler. She burrowed into any crevice she could find. Her favourite spot was Bonnie’s shoulder, right near where her pulse thrummed with the sweet scent of blood; it reminded her vaguely of pop tarts. Elena was a clinger. She clutched Bonnie’s hand in a claw-like grip that didn’t let up even in the deepest parts of the night, almost as though she was afraid they’d all disappear. Sometimes it hurt, made Bonnie grunt, “Ow, vampire strength, ‘Lena,” and she loosened her tight-wound fingers—but not by much.

4. if i’m lost then how can i find myself? | Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters | pre-relationship, Alec & touch starvation (before the show pissed me off as these shows do)

Extract:

It’s funny. But Alec doesn’t feel like a soldier when Magnus touches him, stuck in a centuries-old supernatural war they're not winning. He doesn’t feel like a blunt instrument to be thrown at the Clave for some unseemly purpose or like something to be patched up after a bloody battle.  

He’s just Alec, and Magnus Bane’s fingers are stroking the side of his jaw. Everything in his life feels like it could blow up in his face at any moment. But this, a hand on his cheek is nice. It makes him feel grounded and like he could float at once.

3. you're so (not) my type | Josie Mccoy/Reggie Mantle | Riverdale | 180 seconds of screen time and these two had me obsessed, ofc the show became so unwatchable but it peaked here for me.

Extract: “What’s going on with you and the walking jockstrap?”

2. drink the fatal drop, then fall apart in parts | Daenerys Targaryen & Jon Snow | Game of Thrones | in which the lord of light brings Dany back as a vampire and she goes on a revenge spree, starting with her killer - written in the throes of s8 rage lol. Basically a Kill Bill, Volume Dragon Queen, lol. I like how batshit it is, lol.

Extract:

“Yes—yes you did, Jon Snow.” She’s watching him the way a maester might watch a dull experiment. “I suppose it’s what you do, isn’t it? Kill people you love.” She says it with a calculated cruelty that makes him wince with every word

1.the wolf has golden teeth | Mel Medarda (& some Mel x Jayce) | Arcane | a Mel study spanning from childhood to the finale, I'll always be proud of this one. It's my truest love letter to Mel, and I've written several lbrh.

Extract:

He touches his forehead to hers just like they did as children and says, sure and warm as he always is even though his eyes are sorrowful, “We will meet again, sister, I promise you.” And she believes him because out of everyone, Kino has never lied to her. Not once. He steps back, his dark locs falling across his brow as he reaches into his pockets to procure a sealed letter. “Take this and head south to Rokrund, then east to Piltover by sea. Rhodri Ferros will take you in – at least until you decide what to do.”

“Why would they?” She’s never heard of the Ferros beyond reading some of the histories of Piltover, a city well-known even throughout Noxus for its industrial and trading prowess.

Kino smirks, a sharp thing full of teeth that reminds her a little too much of Mother. “Let’s just say, they owe me one.”

Tagging:

@laufire

@melmedarda

@synergetic-prose

@dontbotherwiththepronunciation

Anyone keen!

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It's a Long Fall from the Top

by GlobalBingBong

“Winning a World Cup is never easy, but it’s remarkable that you unseated probable GOAT, Caitlyn Kiramman, to do so. How do you feel about that?”

Vi shrugs. “I don’t really know who she is.”

OR

Vi gets plucked from the streets of the young nation of Zaun and thrust into the international sport climbing circuit. Caitlyn is carrying the mantle of her childhood hero, Grayson, as Piltover’s perfect champion. When Sevika, an old teammate of Grayson’s, reappears with an upstart protege in tow, the resulting rivalry upends the legacies of the intertwined nations.

OR

Who got these horny lesbians in my niche sports AU?

Words: 6774, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Grayson (Arcane: League of Legends), Marcus (Arcane: League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune, Viktor (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Malcolm Graves (League of Legends), Twisted Fate, Akali (League of Legends), Sett (League of Legends), Shen (League of Legends), Rakan (League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Leona (League of Legends), Diana (League of Legends), Soraka (League of Legends), Elora (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Grayson/Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends)/Mel Medarda/Viktor (League of Legends), Diana/Leona (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Rivals to Lovers, rivals to idiots to lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Sports, Competition Climbing, sport climbing, Ensemble Cast, Independent Zaun (League of Legends), Is it a slow burn if they're kissing by chapter 3?, Let's call it Slow Emotional Burn whilst kissing, Rivals With Benefits, Post-Revolution Zaun, Sports, Sports are not apolitical, grappling with legacies, what if my coach was secret girlfriends with your childhood hero?

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My, My, How Can I Resist You?

by DocSalas

Caitlyn’s mother has announced that she has arranged for her and Maddie's wedding to be on the Last Drop Spa & Hotel in the eastern Greek island of Zaun, unaware that Caitlyn had a fling (and almost something more) with someone of the owner's family during a vacation there six years ago. Meanwhile, the Last Drop has been having money issues, so Vander tells Vi that he has agreed to an offer made by the Kiramman matriarch, despite knowing how bad things ended between Vi and Caitlyn.

Will they once again get burned or will they follow their hearts this time?

A Mamma Mia-inspired AU that came to my head watching Act II and I wrote it because I needed to cope.

Words: 3624, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Maddie Nolen

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Mel Medarda/Sevika, Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: I needed to cope after act 2 so I did this, Getting Back Together, Musicals, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, but with it's musical, I also watched the mamma mia so here I am, Not a mamma mia au but it's inspired by the movies, I don't know if will like maddie or not, i'm waiting for the series finale to hold that judgment, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, spoilers ups, no beta we die like donna sheridan off-screen

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say i’m your queen (i don’t wanna leave this)

by raizldc

Her eyes take her all in, the features on her face; those eyes, though hard to decipher because of the cap, Caitlyn was sure as hell those eyes were grey. A slit on her right eyebrow and the roman numerals on her right cheek of six and that scar on her upper lip to the right.

That jaw could slice Caitlyn in half and she'd say thank you for it.

Fuck, and when she hears her talk for the second time.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm looking for my sister..?"

Caitlyn had to nibble her lower lip because nobody has this right being this sexy.

-

modern au!: where caitlyn is powder's tutor who becomes instantly infatuated with vi, a gym instructor (and the sexiest person she has ever met)

gay panic, personal issues, chaotic friends and siblings, some annoying exes and FEELINGS ensue!

Words: 6320, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Miss Sarah Fortune

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern AU, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Supportive Jinx, Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Top Vi (League of Legends), Bottom Caitlyn (League of Legends), Tutoring, Gyms, Gym Instructor Vi, teacher caitlyn, caitlyn is unbelievably horny lmao, College, Adult Content, Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Friendship, Strangers to Lovers, Siblings, Teasing, Feelings, Conversations, Exes, Heartbreak, Love

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Not so sweet anymore

by YourSinfulScribe

When Caitlyn and Vi first crossed paths in a Piltover café as young adults, love sparked instantly. Caitlyn, navigating a forced path in her family business, fell for Vi's rebellious spirit, while Vi was captivated by Caitlyn's beauty, intelligence, and idealistic determination. They built a life together, making future plans, until Vi's internal fears led her to abruptly leave Piltover, leaving Caitlyn and her family behind.

Now, seven years later, weary of evading her past, Vi returns to Piltover with the intention of settling down for good. However, the city has transformed more than she could fathom. As fate brings her face-to-face with Caitlyn once again, Vi sees it as a chance for redemption. But Vi soon discovers that her once sweet Cupcake is not so sweet anymore.

Words: 4417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Ekko (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Jayce (League of Legends), Seraphine (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Smut, Rough Sex, BDSM, There is some smut in my angst, Or some angst in my smut, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dom Caitlyn (League of Legends), Sub Vi (League of Legends), Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Master/Servant, Lovers to exes to enemies to it's complicated, CEO Caitlyn, Security Guard Vi, Fluff and Angst, Many morally reprehensible decisions will be made, Vi was an asshole, Now Caitlyn is a bigger asshole, Caitlyn is unhinged in this fic, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Flashbacks, Modern AU - Freeform, References to Depression, References to eating disorders, More tags might be added

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516 Jump Street

by SunsetSharkbite

“We have to go undercover as… high-schoolers?” Caitlyn asked, blinking. “Are you serious?”

Vi crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. “Nice, that sounds like a hard job.”

“Oh it’s going to be sunshine and rainbows,” Ambessa said with a flat tone that couldn’t sound less excited, an extremely sarcastic smile on her face. “An absolute walk in the park. I’m practically sending you on vacation on this hunt to stop a new, dangerous drug from spreading out onto my streets.”

 The only thing they have in common is that there’s nothing either of them wanted more than to put high school behind them and never look back. But now that’s the one place they have to work together, bust a drug ring without getting caught, and remember that this isn’t a chance for a do-over.

The Jump Street AU

Words: 5201, Chapters: 1/27, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Ambessa Medarda, Jinx (League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Mel Medarda

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, but they’re not actually in highschool they’re, Undercover, Jump Street AU, Crime, drug references, Bullying, Mystery, ridiculous house parties, Cliques, popular vs punks, Makeovers, Coworkers to Enemies to Lovers, it’s once again time to take all the great teen movie tropes and make them gayer, Heartthrob/heartache skins inspired

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Luck of the dice

by loveshazel

“We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Caitlyn. And you're Jinx's older sister, correct?"

“Yes I am. So much older, just so you know” Vi manages to spit out, and she hates herself the moment those words leave her lips.

“I’m Vi” she manages with a flirtatious smile, and a hand that awkwardly shakes Caitlyn's.

“So I thought” Caitlyn exclaims with a soft smile, and she withdraws her hand. “You’ve never played DND before, then?”

Vi chuckles while gesturing to the set up before her. “What gave it away? The fact that I don’t own a million dice like all of you guys, or was it my lost puppy look?”

“I’d say it’s both” Caitlyn states with a soft chuckle, clearly keen to play along with whatever damn game Vi is trying to play. Hopefully, that game leads to multiple orgasms on both ends.

All Vi knows now, is that she's in for a couple hours of absolute horror before she can try to pursue the gorgeous rogue/cleric across the table. --- A modern au where Vi plays DND for the first time and falls head over heels for a certain Caitlyn Kiramman, before the first session is over.

Words: 5087, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Viktor (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Dungeons & Dragons, Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Useless Lesbians, Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), they are gay and play dungeons and dragons your honour, Mutual Pining, Eventual Romance, Protective Siblings, Protective Vi (League of Legends), they play dnd and believe it fixes all their problems - like all of us

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Act 1: Season Opening

by Valkyriekitti

The Kiramann's Stables are known for their top class show-jumping and dressage horses. Caitlyn is the champion rider, both skilled in dressage and show jumping.

Vi's dream is to make her living with Western Riding. She works hard to get to the championships where the big money is waiting.

They live in different worlds, but they have more in common than they know. When they meet, their lives change.

Act 1 of my Equestrian AU "Tailcoat and Bootcut Jeans"

Please mind the tags of every fic!

Words: 10011, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Tailcoat and Bootcut Jeans

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman, Sky (Arcane: League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Ekko (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Equestrian, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Cowgirl!Vi, Horses, Competition, Val's Equestrian AU

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Maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me

by loveshazel

"I want you to get my sister into trouble"

Vi was silent for a moment before she started laughing. That was the most ridiculous proposition she had ever heard "I'm sorry, I think I misheard you"

The football captain rolled his eyes "I need you to get Caitlyn into trouble for me, until I graduate. So that's four months. That is my deal"

Jayce was an asshole of a brother, that much was sure. But he promised her a clean record and that meant that she had options for scholarships for college and that she could get better jobs where clean records were required. She was just lucky to have her job at the roller rink now, because Benzo was a family friend. In the real world, you didn't get a job when your record stated you had been to juvie. 

Besides, what trouble was a few months of pretending to be friends with Caitlyn Kiramman?

OR

Another unnecessary high school AU set in the 90s where Vi befriends Cait after making a deal with her brother and of course, they fall stupidly in love with each other.

Only thing left to tell Caitlyn is that Vi never would've befriended her if it wasn't for that deal...

Words: 4877, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of High school/College

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Marcus (Arcane: League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Cassandra Kiramman, Hoskel (Arcane: League of Legends), Original Characters

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Set in the 90s, Caitlyn And Jayce are Siblings (League of Legends), Useless Lesbians, Eventual Romance, Jayce is an asshole, Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), it's the 90s so no one is out of the closet, but these two still fall for each other obv, jayce pays vi to get cait in trouble though, so there's that, they meet in detention and things spiral from there, think: everything sucks vibes, Vi is a Little Shit (League of Legends)

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Her and I

by polysincronize

Vi, Powder, and Ekko are members of a garage band called The Hounds of Zaun, gearing up to play their first ever gig. Caitlyn is a rich girl and a talented pianist, daughter of one of the councillors of Piltover. When Caitlyn happens to see The Hounds live, she finds herself immediately attracted to the drummer, and soon finds herself wrapped up in the band itself as their newest keyboardist.

OR

I really wanted to write a rock band AU for Arcane because it just fits so well.

Featuring the music of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard.

Words: 5988, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Vander (League of Legends), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, POV Third Person Limited, POV Alternating, POV Female Character, Slice of Life, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Work In Progress, My First Work in This Fandom, the gayest rock band of all time, Vi is a drummer, Inspired by Music, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance

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