#r x viktor

[dawndauce]

never separate them :-(

[golden-geeks-art]

More of my Melvik Princess and the Pauper au

[bratdotcom]

Look of Love

viktor x glasses!reader ⋆

"Tired?" Viktor asks as you mush your nose into his shoulder, eyes closed tightly.

You reply with a non-committal hum, carelessly tossing your glasses onto the side table. One wrong move, one slight push of a muscle too far, and you'd be complaining to him about how flimsy the hardware was to break so easily as it could bend.

Not that he minded. Hearing you complain about the smallest things reminded him about what he was trying to accomplish. Though, he couldn't think much of those dreams right now. Nor could he read his book with your face squished against him like that, in the same manner a cat would press against its owner to show affection.

Your face migrated from his shoulder to the crook of his neck, making him shake his head and close his book shut.

He doesn't put it away as he responds. Instead, he keeps it laid neatly in his lap, bookmark sticking out of the pages so he wouldn't lose his place. "...maybe one day I will figure out a way for you to wear glasses without you tossing them like trash." He suggests amused, as if his ideas were a mere afterthought to him in the long run of his career. He sinks his weight into the couch, waiting to see what you'd do. Every action had a reaction, after all.

In reaction to his words, Viktor feels you lightly punch him in the shoulder, which he gladly returns back with a laugh. "I see you aren't tired enough to completely go lazy on me."

You respond with a huff, both arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Not lazy, just tired of seeing." You reply back, eyes still closed.

"Aren't we all?" He jokes with a light roll of his eyes, laughing again. A small snort came from him at how certain you sounded with your answer.

Viktor stretches an arm to grab your glasses, examining them as if he were checking their integrity.

He holds the pair by the edge of its lenses, not wanting to smudge the glass with the oils of his fingers. "You dropped them again, didn't you?" He asks aloud before placing them back on the side table. You pull away from his shoulder to look at your glasses, placed neatly on top of a decorative lace doily. "Yeah, why?" You ask in reply, eyes narrowing as you look at him.

Without your glasses, Viktor was the only thing in the room you could see clearly.

Everything else was a blur. An out of focus, unimportant, blur. You only had eyes for him. Nothing else.

"The scratches on the bridge." He answers, pushing hair out of your face with his thumb, a wordless sign of intimacy between him and you in the confines of his closed off study. It was just you and him here, nobody else. He draws out his words as he speaks.

Slowly, he says, "They're chipped. Right down the middle." As he says that, he slides his finger down the bridge of your nose, finger flicking up into the air playfully. He smiles at you again, seeing the way your eyes light up, a reflection of him in them.

[milkcurdles]

Speaking my truth: I love jayvik

[camp-vamps-radio-b1tch]

HE MISSES HIS BOYFRIEND LEAVE HIM ALOME 😭😭

Urhrgrgrhrgrh I can’t with them ur telling me they’re soulmates

I LOVE THEM SM

[fahrenlegt]

domestic

[shikamaruuu]

tfw when ur so devoted to each other that ur relationship transcends all possible definition and u find unconditional love forever

[cynicalmusings]

is it… is it kind of bad that i’m finding myself very attracted to the fish-man in arcane

[timeladix]

Ok i may be projecting like crazy but here me out: viktor is aroace and is in a qpr with jayce. TwT

[terrminal]

⠀ જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ ִ ⠀ Jayvik disc layout⠀, ⠀f2u

  ◡◡⁠　 ⠀ no credit ⠀, ⠀reblog & like 2 use

[lslehmon]

sorry to L***** O* L****** post on main but i cannot believe these are now his official voice lines. someone has GOT to put me down.

differentiating friendship / love to jayce. partners. the "when you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission" line taking on a completely diff tone coming from machine herald vik. reluctance to continue alone after they've both changed so much. im gonna be SICK riot wants me GONE!!!!!!!!!!

AND THESE AREN'T EVEN ALL THERE'S ALSO THE ARCANE SAVIOUR VOICE LINES

(audio ripped from the League wiki)

[uncaffeinatedbirb]

|| In the aftermath of the disaster and bloodshed, following the mourning and fixing and cleaning up the streets of Piltover and Zaun, when they ultimately decide to finally breach the confines of Jayce and Viktor's lab, seizing all of their research on Hextech, do you think that, if they dive into the pages of jayce's journals, they would discover amongst the various calculatioms and prototype sketches are the annotations made by the two?

Some stray jokes and hilarity, reminders of their kinship? maybe a few little back and forth notes accompanied by a cartoony doodle of their Yordle professer expressed in humor? maybe the stray scribbles and doodles of Viktor's face and features? will they find some tucked away secret sketch of a portrait of the man who caused so much destruction? will that be one of the few moments where they will remember the existence of the second creator of Hextech? will that portrait be the only existing one of the man? the only evidence of his humanity?

Will they write him as the "dark mage" that took over the city, that led an army hellbent on putting Piltover to her knees and is responsible for the lost of so many lives?

Will the citizens of this city decide to forever scratch out Viktor's name in the legacy of Hextech? destroying any evidence of him they could find and leaving Jayce Talis as the single creator of Piltover's greatest achievement? The true Man of Progress.

And when decades down the line some Academy student is elbow deep in the city archives accidentally stumbles upon a surviving journal from Piltover's "dark age" will they wonder about who this nameless man—drawn with the softest expression— on the pages is? will they question why the legendary Jayce Talis has their portrait on his journal?

"You sign your name in every page"

Jayce Talis will always be in the light, will always be a known name, and Viktor—always kept in the shadows.

[bratdotcom]

Life Goes On

( viktor x reader - pre!arcane )

Upper-class chatter has never made Viktor feel so out of place until now. Professor Heimerdinger wanted him to branch out and get to know the people of the city. Not only for his sake, but for the sake of the academy's name being known.

After attempting to give a coherent speech about his newest invention, he grabs his crutch and walks off stage as professional as he could, Viktor could feel the disapproving eyes of potential investors on him already. Perhaps it was because of his origins from Zaun. Or the fact that he needed a cane to support himself.

An infinite amount of possibilities that he didn't need to think about. That he didn't want to think about.

Either way, he found more comfort outside than inside, his cane resting against smooth stone to support his aching back. The garden's calming ambiance soothed his nerves.

Viktor lets out a sigh,using his pointer and thumb to rub the tiredness from his heavy lids.

"Do you know who's statue you're loitering against?"

The voice's suddenness almost catches Viktor off guard. He sits up more properly now, his right leg pointing outward on the heel of his shoe.

His left leg in front of him to make him seem more proper in front of this unassuming stranger.

Although he felt like an absolute fool, he wasn't going to look like one in front of Piltover's elite.

He scans your face with those eyes of his. They narrow as he searches for some sort of familiarity in your features. Surely, he recognized you from somewhere. Viktor felt like he's seen you before.

He replies back cautiously, pulling his gaze away only to look at the sculpture. "No, I don't...care to enlighten me?" he tilts his head as he stares holes into you without knowing.

"Well," you tilt your head to the side and shrug.

"That's why I asked you."

Viktor huffs in amusement at that, disarmed at your honesty. That was something he didn't see every day.

"You're definitely smarter than most of the people back there." You say back instead of answering his question properly. He can already tell you had a knack for avoiding questions, which intrigued him greatly.

You tread closer to where he sat, dress shoes clunking against the cobblestone floor.

Just who were you exactly?

He perks up in posture as you plop down next to him onto the raised pedestal. He grabs his cane and keeps it close to him, putting it in between his knees.

"You don't have to do that." You say, eyes going from his shoes to his face. "I'm not like them."

Your words linger in his ears. They ring as though in tune with the chimes of the bell tower just beyond the garden gates, signaling the passage of another hour within the City of Progress.

"Like them?" he repeats, looking at your face again. Still, he can't remember where he's seen you. "I don't think you're any much different from us. We all share one thing in common, don't we?"

"That being..?" he trails off expectantly, more intrigued than before.

"The desire to do good." You reply simply, once again, catching him completely off guard. Viktor watches as your eyes shine as you ask him a question he doesn't quite catch. "You have it, no?"

When he catches himself staring, Viktor fixes his gaze onto something else. He stares at a nearby street sign that he's seen millions of times before.

"You're odd." he says in response, flattening out the collar of his shirt.

"So? You're odd, too."

Viktor scoffs again, his tired gaze softening. You were right. You, a complete, utter stranger, were right.

He finally says the question that's been on his mind the second he's laid eyes on you. He had to know.

Instead of saying it the way he thought of it in his head, his words come out much more rude than intended.

"Just who are you anyway?" He asks, still trying to recognize your features. To his surprise, you take his question well.

Your family name alone probably had more influence over him any day of the week. Compared to you, he was a nobody.

And yet here you were, talking to him as though he were your equal.

"A silk merchant in training." You answer the tips of your dress shoes pointing towards the floor.

Viktor recognizes you now, his tired eyes widening.

He asks another question quieter now, looking down at his shoes and yours. His scuffed ones and your cleaned ones. "You were there, weren't you?" He says softly.

"Where?"

"When I did my first speech. The one where I accidentally erased an equation on the board with my sleeve. You were in the crowd."

You let Viktor go on, you listen intently, palms pressed against the clean marble of the pedestal. Fingers on the edge, just as you were, as you waited for Viktor to piece two and two together. Like a true inventor.

"You looked at me as though..." Viktor pauses, staring down at his shoes. “As though I was a person. A real person. Not an investment to be made."

Viktor finally looks at you again. His eyes wander in an attempt to find his words.

"You actually...listened to me. You..cared. You cared about what I had to say."

His eyes set on you again.

"And I still do."

You reply, the memory of that day still fresh on your mind. You remember it vividly, the fervor in his tone, as he explained the mechanisms of a device you really didn't understand. His sleeve, accidentally brushing away hours worth of important equations and diagrams. You remember the way his eyes stopped shining when the room filled with small, barely hidden laughs.

Just as you did in that room, you listened. Just as you were doing now.

[littlesistersti]

the hottie falls for unconventional beautiful character is book Viktor Krum x Hermione Granger

Viktor Krum - hottest athlete in the room, everybody wants him or wants to be him

Hermione Granger - did not have her cinderella moment yet and he’s already swooning for her and people (including Hermione’s best friends) wondered what does he see in her?

Someone made a video essay how the movie ruined their relationship because *sigh* Emma Watson turned out to be really pretty the whole entire time so it looked like Victor Krum pursued her for her looks

Some fav tropes

Characters who are supposed to be enemies but went “fuck it” at some point and started working together

Very, very stupid weaknesses for heroes and villains

Hero’s power is something they otherwise hate

“I hate spiders!”

“bUT YOU CONTROL THEM”

“YES AND WHEN I DON’T, I HATE THEM”

When a character’s mom take control of the situation just by being a mom and subduing the villain into respecting the House Rules

“I don’t care if you have the power to destroy this house, you’re taking your shoes off before entering my house!!”

“But m’am–”

“No buts!”

When a character says something very firmly which is immediately contradicted in the next paragraph

“I’ll NEVER talk to her!”

Five minutes later, while talking to her….

The hottie of the group falls for the character which is the most unconventionally beautiful and not only for their personality but really also for their looks

Taking phrasing literally like “Death would come soon. But not now. Now Death was caught in traffic.”

Secondary character turns out to be the most knowledgeable person of the group and it becomes more and more obvious as the story goes until somehow it’s revealed they’re someone highly qualified in whatever field and nobody knew

Non-human characters struggling with human things and understanding human concepts

THE HUMANS ARE WEIRD TROPE

Character has a huge scar but it has a very trivial or dumb origin

bonus point if it’s like, something the main character is worried about, a fake lead, and towards the end it’s revealed and the main character is just “…. ah.”

Characters pointing out plot holes or that something is “too convenient”

Enemies who temporarily forget they’re enemies because they’ve started chatting about something random and then remember they’re supposed to fight

Very dramatic talk cut short by something incredibly stupid

“And after that, I had to fight my father and– OH MY GOD A HOODIE WITH CAT EARS”

….. and then back onto the very dramatic talk.

Unexpected and unplanned love declarations that follow a long rant or something dumb

“YOU’RE SO STUPID I CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL FOR SOMEONE WHO’S MANAGED TO FAIL HEATING UP RAVIOLI”

“you what”

“…. shit.”

Private jokes between characters, or based on something we don’t know, or based on events that just happened and it sticks throughout the story

[camp-vamps-radio-b1tch]

Starting off 2025 with an Au I’ve been working on!

I’m not done with the story yet, but i wanted to come up with a design so i could share it

So basically somehow after Viktor uses shimmer and touches the hexcore, the hexcore creates a child

She comes out like half baked basically but she’s alive. So Viktor decides to take her to Singed

Singed uses a lot of shimmer to keep her alive (in a similar way to jinx) and eventually she’s able to function on her own

Then it’s just like canon but now Jayce and Viktor have a hexcore kid

I think Jayce would like her a lot, and he would love taking care of her

Viktor on the other hand is just confused and doesn’t know what to do, but he’d still take care of her (and In the end they both come to love her. Because is there anything so undoing as a daughter?)

But yeah, tell me what you think!

Also if you have any name ideas for her pls drop bc I have no idea what to name her 😭🙏

[atorchzagreusandtris]

YES I AM A JAYVIK SHIPPER

So fucking what? Sue me.