#student Viktor

[eggcompany]

Love the idea of Jayce carrying Viktor to bed when he falls asleep doing homework together. Love the idea of Jayce gently, so gently, laying Viktor in his bed careful not to jostle him or twist him the wrong way.

And Viktor yanking him down to bed too. Jayce barely is able to kick his shoes off before Viktor is cuddled into his side, dead asleep again.

[yslahalo]

sorry been inactivee:(( heres a crumb of student! viktor ><

[kingchaospostsstuff]

GUYS GUYS GUYS PLEASE I NEED AN ARRCAN JAYVIK FIC WHERE ITS KINDA LIKE A ROLE REVERSAL BUT UTS WITH HAYCE AS A COUNCILMAN AND VIKTOR AS AN AMBITIOUS STUDENT SUGER DADDY JAYCE WITH YOUNGER VIKTOR OLEASW JAYCE WIO MAKES VIKTOR A CANE MADE OUT GOLD OR WHATEVER JAYCE WHO DOESNT ASK FOR AJY FAVORS FRIM VIKTOR OTHER THANHELPING HIM STUDY

i need this im gonna make headcannon abt it whether its jayvik ir x male reader i havent decided yer

[gretasartt]

oh no, the model’s hot

[captain--miracle]

Oh, just let the gears, my friend

Let 'em turn

[henreyettah]

The kiss 💋

[thaly-does]

my favorite "viktor talis" headcanon is that it was an academy issue. academic rules of publications and citations in all sorts of scientific works are rather strict, and in piltover academy there aren't many zaunite students, them having no house names or surnames or anything. so, during his first years there, everything viktor has to publish he publishes under heimerdinger's name, as his student and his assistant. viktor is bitter about it - this is his independent research - yet he has to comply.

it's different with hextech. they do everything together, they share every sleepless night and every deadlock but every breakthrough and every achievement too. and viktor could be okay with all the recognition swirling around jayce's name. jayce is better for the public, for making speeches and smiling to investors, anyway. viktor is content with being his partner, even if it's not on paper.

jayce is the one who's not content. jayce is the one who argues and tries to go against the system, because hextech must be referred to as the work of jayce and viktor. alas, eventually trying to break the rules proves inefficient.

so jayce does the next best thing - he starts writing his surname next to viktor's name. every time. every paper. everywhere. he even signs vik's notes. jayce shares the family name with his partner the same way he shared his life-long dream - no hesitation.

viktor simply says "thank you", but oh he is so impressed. he starts to think he's never felt as seen as he does with jayce.

[cupidsncheerios]

i wish viktor got a chance to interact with the zaun characters outside of his jesus state because like. dude he'd get along great with ekko

there's the obvious part where yknow, they're both genius inventors, they both start communes, and they're both working towards a better world for the undercity, but also like.

imagine the hypothetical timebomb jayvik double date.

like "so viktor, how'd you and jayce get together?"

"well i walked in on him about to kill himself and i talked him off the ledge, then we hung out for a bit and decided to commit crimes and do magic together"

"dude. you'll never guess how jinx and i got together"

[shuploc]

Another Viktor piece! 📸

[charbroiledchicken]

arcane season 2 introduction analysis incoming:

does anyone else find it really cool, but also very nerve-wracking, that the season 2 arcane introduction is referencing a bunch of well known tragic plays/musicals? we all know riot/fortiche isn’t one to put unnecessary details in, every single thing is either symbolic, a parallel or foreshadowing - especially in the introductions. so, could these chosen plays/performances foreshadow how the rest of the story could go?

i know that the caitlyn/macbeth poster parallels have been circulating a lot recently, and i think it provides a really good idea into how caitlyn’s arc might go. 

the events of act one positioned caitlyn in a perfect place to follow the storyline of macbeth. her current state (losing her mother, the trauma from jinx, etc) has made her predisposed to violence, much like macbeth. we can clearly see that in the caitvi betrayal scene, when she hits vi in the gut with a rifle, as well as in the fight before that, where she has no qualms with potentially killing innocents for the ‘greater good’. she was also thrust into a position of high power where she will be easily manipulated by ambessa. 

similar to this, macbeth is a story of a man thrust into a high position of power and unable to keep the blood off his hands, and he and his wife eventually go mad because of it. I think ambessa fits the role of lady macbeth here, and she has the potential to goad caitlyn (macbeth) into violent acts and atrocities while keeping the blood and blame off her hands. through caitlyn, ambessa now has significant influence and power over piltover and the fight with zaun. how will caitlyn, who is barely more than a pawn now, cope with this? macbeth slowly went insane in his attempt to maintain power - i fear for how caitlyn will fare. 

macbeth is a tragedy, by the way. 

i haven’t properly analysed the rest, but i think it’s interesting to know that the shot of jinx holding the flag is a reference to les mis (also a tragedy, as SPOILER ALERT all the characters die in their fight for freedom and fairness). the line is literally 'oh the misery'. if jinx rallies zaun to fight against piltover, is she leading them into a massacre?  

les mis is a tragedy. 

the shots of mel and ambessa lounging on the couch is a reference to julius caesar. it is a play of betrayal and caesar is betrayed by one of their companions. et tu, brute? brutus joins a conspiracy to assassinate caesar and prevent him from becoming a tyrant. does ambessa become a tyrant/bloodthirsty leader with her newfound power? will mel join the black rose and betray her mother in order to stop piltover’s destruction?

julius caesar is a tragedy.

one last thing. in all of these works, the main character of the story dies by the end.

so, safe to say, i am very nervous about what the introduction is foreshadowing. i have a feeling an important character is going to die.

arcane will be a tragedy. 

(viktor and the mask is also a reference to phantom of the opera but, as much as i love that musical, i haven’t analysed his shots yet so i haven’t included it)

[eggcompany]

Prof. S Part 3

The phone rang three times before it was picked up.

“Viktor, do you know the time?” Silco’s voice came through the speaker against his ear, gravely and deeper than usual. He must’ve been sleeping. It was instantly calming as Viktor looked at the dark street from the safety of the last lamppost. 

“I’m on your street but it looks scary. There’s no lights.” Viktor said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was almost two in the morning and he was like a desperate dog, crying for attention. Silco chuckled. 

“Pet, why are you on my street? Tomorrow’s your birthday.” Silco asked, his voice was teasing. Viktor huffed, the alcohol in his system was kicking his inhibitions. 

“It’s past midnight so-so I’m old enough now.” Viktor whined and heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone. He knew he was pouting, even if the professor couldn’t see him. 

“Are you by the tailor?” Silco’s voice came asking and Viktor looked around and blinked a few times before reading the sign across the street. 

“Yeah, it’s got a big window. I’m cold, it's cold outside, Professor.” Viktor complained as a shiver shot through him. He hadn’t put on a jacket before leaving, just his hoodie. He was regretting this more by the minute, humiliation tickling up the back of his neck.

“Stay there, I’ll come get you, naughty boy.” Silco said and then the line beeped closed. Viktor stayed there, standing on the empty street, under the safety of the light. 

Soon he could hear someone, footsteps crunching the layer of snow on the road in the distance. He couldn’t see anyone, it was almost scary. That was until Viktor could make out the silhouette of the Professor. He smiled as walked the short way to meet Silco. His crutch clacked against the stone road. He hugged the older man, nuzzling into his neck, winding his arms under Silco’s heavy long coat, over his silk pajamas that he wore. 

“Hi~” Viktor said as he hiccuped, smile plastered on his face as he finally got to touch the professor. He hugged him, a haze of exhaustion and the warm weight of alcohol making him unable to pull away from the man’s shoulder. He smelled good, solid and nice under his cheek. 

“You’re more drunk than I thought. Let’s get you to bed, kitten.” Silco said as he wrapped the spare coat he brought around Viktor’s shoulder. He shook his head as he looked over the boy as he fixed the top button of the coat to keep it on him. Viktor was wearing slip on shoes for fucks sake, he hadn’t even though to wear proper clothes. It was… flattering. To have a handsome young thing rushing over for sex. 

Viktor smiled, a big toothy thing, making his eyes scrunch up. It made him look young. It made Silco’s stomach flip. The professor started to guide them down the dark street, a hand on the small of Viktor’s back. 

“We can have more sex now. Stupid Piltie rules don’t matter anymore!” Viktor said victoriously as he followed Silco down the street, leaning against his side. He had a fire in his eyes, something tricky. Silco shushed him lightly, smile forcing its way onto his face. 

“Shush, everyone is sleeping now. As you should be. You get drunk, you wake me up in the middle of the night, and now you shout in the street? What a naughty thing you are.” Silco teased as he ruffled Viktor’s hair. Viktor laughed and huffed trying to come up with an answer. His head was slow as he leaned against his crutch to make a big statement but he stopped as he looked at the street. 

They were at the apartment doors. He looked back at the darkness, at where the street lamp was away on the corner. He looked at the darks in the snow, the path they had trekked through with ease. He didn’t even realize they had gone that far. 

“We’re here? It- it had looked so scary.” Viktor said absently and looked at Silco with awe and amazement. Like he was god. It pet something within the older man. Silco reached for the door, turning away from the boy.  

“You saved me.” Viktor said in a slurred happy way as he hugged the older man’s back. Silco froze for a moment, hand on the keypad to the door, frozen staring at the darkened door. He took in a shaky breath before pressing the last number to open the door. 

“You need some rest. Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.” Silco said quietly as he opened the door, ushering the boy inside. They were in the rickety elevator when Viktor’s hands sought out Silco again, hands sliding under his coat, cuddling into his front once again. 

“You’re so clingy. You get so bold when drunk, don’t you?” Silco asked and ran his hand through the soft brown hair that was tickling his jaw. Viktor nodded and whined when the elevator dinged, making them get out. He didn’t want to untangle himself from the older man’s warm body. 

Viktor didn’t pay attention as he was walked into the house, just holding onto Silco, stumbling the way, letting the professor take his weight. He was brought into the warm house and soon he was being sat down on the edge of a bed. 

Viktor gasped when he realized where he was. The professor’s bedroom. His bed. Viktor’s face turned red, he felt a twinge deep inside of him, want making his heart flutter. Especially when Silco got down on one knee between his legs. He spread his legs further, hands twisting in the heavy blanket under him, gasping as he looked down. 

“Get those dirty thoughts out of your head. You’re having a glass of water and sleeping tonight, troublemaker. Get your shoes off, what’s in your backpack?” Silco asked as he slid Viktor’s shoes off, taking a moment to hold the boy’s small feet, warming them in his hands before dropping them. Viktor took his backpack off and opened it, looking through it like he forgot what he packed. 

“Jammies, and…. an extra knee brace and my medicine for the morning. And and condoms. And my inhaler. And some granola bars.” Viktor listed out as he dug around, looking at everything that was in there. 

Silco shook his head as he stood up, slipping his boots off and taking both their coats and laying them on his desk nearby. Viktor flopped down against the bed, laying on his back, taking in big breaths of the professor’s scent. He shivered, the cold sticking to his skin. He looked up, Silco was standing over him, looking down at him. So handsome. 

“Daddy, I’m cold.”  Viktor whined, trying to pull the blankets up around him. He was so sleepy, and he felt all fuzzy. He kept his eyes up at the professor as he wiggled around the bed. Silco raised an eyebrow at him, a pleased expression on his face. 

“Daddy now is it? No more professor?” Silco asked, hands landing on his hips. Viktor smiled, feeling almost giddy as he looked at Silco, dressed in his dark red silk pajama set. It showed off his neck and collar. Viktor liked that, liked being able to see his skin. The boy nodded and kept his eyes on Silco’s, pink faced and tipsy drunk.

Silco looked down at him fondly. It was a sight. To have a barely legal boy in his bed, drunk and horny, on the verge of begging for sex, calling him daddy. It made him… well his cock was interested but he knew better than to play with a drunk boy. His heart was more interested in sharing a little closeness with him instead. 

“Do you want a bath, baby? Do you want daddy to give you a bath?” Silco asked, cocking his head as he stood beside his own bed, looking down at Viktor. 

The way the words fell around him, the way they snuck into his head, Viktor nodded, eyes going a little big. He swallowed and reached out to touch Silco’s hand, his scarred hand. Viktor brought it up to his face to kiss his palm, feeling his skin, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles and fingers. He looked back up at Silco as he nuzzled into the older man’s hand. 

“Alright, fine. Get up, let’s get you warmed up, and then straight to bed. You exploit my kindness.” Silco sighed as he reached over Viktor’s hands, his crutch being left by the front door. Viktor smiled, he was being taken care of. He loved being taken care of. 

Silco soon had him in a large spacious bathroom, a beautiful large footed bathtub was in a corner under a window. It was dreamy. Viktor liked it, the dark blue tile, the soft scent that floated around, like shaving cream and cologne. 

“Take your clothes off for me, I’ll start the bath.” Silco instructed and started to fill the tub with warm water. How long had it been since he’d bathed with someone? Since someone bared themselves for him in a way so vulnerable. Since he’d be able to have someone bared and submissive for his hands, to indulge in touch. 

He turned back to watch the boy undress. But Viktor was standing there, leaning against the counter, as he toed his socks off, pushing his jeans and yellow print underwear to the floor. He then stopped, in his knee brace and hoodie, pulling the sweatshirt down to cover himself as he looked up at the professor. 

“I forgot… I forgot we did it with our clothes on.” Viktor said, voice quiet as he looked down at himself, shame making him hot. He hadn’t thought of this part, of letting the professor see him. What if the Professor didn’t like how he looked? That his visible posts and mechanics grossed him out, that his body looked too wrong when his brace came off. What if daddy thought he was ugly?

“Don’t cry, Viktor. Don’t cry, let me take care of everything. Daddy will take care of everything.” Silco soothed as the boy's eyes welled up, big tears rolled down his cheeks. He found it disgustingly attractive. Those golden eyes glimmering as he wept, he wanted to keep him that way. Silco wanted to reach out and calm him but… he couldn’t bring himself to chase away those tears. 

Viktor shook his head and wiped at his face, letting his hoodie rise up again. He was wet, rosy and damp. Silco looked, indulging in a long moment to look at the perfect cunt, puffy and needy. He stood and pulled Viktor’s hoodie up and off. 

“Yes, we can’t bathe in our clothes now can we.” Silco said as he drew the fabric up and off, grabbing the shirt underneath as well as the hoodie. Viktor sniffed and let the tops come off, leaving him bared down to his underthings. 

Silco looked over the back brace, the fabric of a binder stuffed underneath. He hummed and ran his hands over the hard brace, the sides that crisscrossed with straps. He found the hard buckles at the sides and waited a moment, letting Viktor know he could still pull away. Viktor didn’t, he just stood stone still, looking down at himself. Silco flicked them open, the brace dropping open. 

“It’s not gonna look right. My-my bones.” Viktor warned as Silco gently pulled the brace away. Silco ignored him, taking the heavy brace away. 

He was right. His ribs drooped on one side, the brace coming away from the three front posts and the seven in the back with slight clicks. Silco watched as he breathed, body seemingly warping around his lungs instead of moving with them. It was grotesque and beautiful, the way the darkness of metal and the golden screws fit into his body. 

“It doesn’t… it hurts but I don’t notice anymore.” Viktor said, trying to make it okay. Trying to make the older man stop looking. 

Silco wiped away a few tears and took in a breath. Finally he’d be able to wreck the boy the way he deserved. In the morning, not now, but soon. 

“Calm, Viktor, you’re beautiful.” Silco said softly, and Viktor sniffled, swallowing before nodding again. Letting the older man know he could keep going. 

Silco refocused on the binder. Just a black top with a zipper down the center. He pulled it down and free, pushing it off Viktor’s shoulders, down to the floor. Viktor curled in a bit as the small buds of his breasts, the small pointed tissue, his pink nipples were bared. 

Silco stepped back, admiring the almost all nude form of his Viktor. He was dotted beautifully with moles, constellations on his snow white skin, the blush that dripped down his collar and rose to the tips of his ears, and between his slim thighs, all pink and needy, glistening with want. 

His leg brace was the only thing left to cover him. 

Silco looked back and the bath was nearly full. He gave Viktor another long look over. Fucking beautiful. Stunning, sparkling like the young delight he was. 

“Take your knee brace off and let’s get you warmed up.” He said and turned away to turn off the water and take a breath. He was hard against his pajamas, he should’ve worn underwear to bed. Viktor was drunk, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted, he had to wait till tomorrow.In the morning. When he was sober again. Then he could ravage him. 

Viktor leaned against the wall to undo the velcro straps of his brace, keeping himself steady as he walked to the tub. Silco easily offered his hands to help Viktor get into the deep tub. 

Viktor moaned as the warm water enveloped him. It had been ages since he last had a bath. His dorm only had showers. It felt amazing on his joints, his back and knee getting a relief for once. He closed his eyes, content to just enjoy the relief. He felt safe and warm, knowing Silco was right there.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, we wouldn’t want you to drown.” Silco said as he eased himself to sit on the floor facing Viktor. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, stuffing them above his elbow. He let his eyes roll over the boy, from his spotted shoulders, to the way his nipples were perky and out in the water, down to his lopsided ribs, to the warm pussy hiding below the water. 

“Are you… You don’t think I look bad?” Viktor asked. The words breathy as he looked down at himself. His head was swimmy but he knew he shouldn’t have come and bothered the professor. Shouldn’t have said that word. He felt guilty, about waking up the professor, about calling him daddy, about getting a bath in his tub. It all felt so nice though. 

Silco looked at him, his eye held something odd. He looked over Viktor once again before touching his eyepatch. The thing that always adored his face. 

“Will you be frightened if I show you something?” Silco asked quietly, watching as Viktor swallowed and shook his head. 

Viktor had heard stories of what Professor Silco was hiding under the patch. But he didn’t believe any of it. The scars even now weren’t scary, pink and stretching, jagged edges around his patch, stretching down to his lip. Viktor never thought they were yucky or scary, he just found them… interesting. Another part of Silco. 

Silco slowly pulled the patch away, pulling it up off his head, baring his face and the darker red scars. The scars weren’t lined, but just a ragged edged ring  around his eye. His eyes. It was… it was sad. The sclera was a dimmed grey, blank almost, and the iris was fogged over, a deep orange color. There was no eyelid to close, just leaving it open around.  

Viktor didn’t notice he started to pout, pity filling him. He knew the pain of healing, the feeling of skin always stretched too tight, the feeling of something not fitting in his own body. 

“You’re not frightened?” Silco asked calmly, a hand dipping into the water, swirling loops under the surface, making the water lightly lap against Viktor’s collarbones, where he’d sunk down into the water. 

“What happened?” Viktor asked quietly, watching as Silco sighed, leaning his head back as he blew out a breath. It wasn’t a story he often told. He’d keep the details non existent. A drunk little boy didn’t need to hear horror stories before bed.

“I was a young man when Zaun was being liberated. I thought I could help bring my home into a new light of independence. Independence came at a price.” Silco said and remembered those days, the journey that brought him here. The tension that overwhelmed Runeterra as Zaun was becoming independent, the uprisings in Entresol before they became incorporated with Zaun. That was much later after Zaun became sovereign. Silco could still remember the days in his youth, when everything was calm. 

He looked back at Viktor’s face. He was staring at Silco’s fingers as they swirled in the water. They sat in silence for a moment before the younger man spoke. 

“I was two when Entresol was attacked. ‘S why I’m all messed up.” Viktor said and looked down at himself. Silco hummed and looked at the boy's body. The screws and outer hardware.

“The gas attacks and the-the chemicals. I don’t think I had parents but I don’t remember. I was one of the kids that got out on the trains when the military came, when the Pilties came. They’re the ones that put the posts and expanders in first, then I got new hardware when I got to the academy.” Viktor explained, his fingers drifting up to brush over the warm metal that stretched through his entirety, connecting to a few that secured his spine. 

Silco had guessed the boy’s ailments came from the lingering chemicals from the attacks in Entresol. But to know the boy had been alone in the attacks, that he’d been injured and experimented on. That he’d been shoved into the livestock trains with thousands of other sick and wounded civilians. The fight the poor thing had gone through was worse than his own. Two tattered pasts. 

They sat there, Viktor sleepy and calm, Silco watching as his chest expanded and fell with each breath, he wondered what his x-rays looked like. Silence was easy and Silco kept twirling the water until it lost the heat. Viktor had his eyes closed, just relaxing. 

“Let’s get you to bed. You’re nearly asleep. Come now.” Silco said softly and helped Viktor out, even as he whined and didn’t want to get out. 

Viktor leaned against the wall as a towel was wrapped around his waist as another started with his hair. He leaned against Silco, getting his shoulder damp as water dripped from his now wilded hair. He was sleepy, laying against Silco’s chest, arms laying loosely around the professor’s waist. 

“Rinse your mouth out and have a glass of water while I fetch your clothes.” Silco said quietly as he situated Viktor against the counter, towel draped over his shoulders. Silco got all the items from the cabinet, leaving them beside Viktor, a little cup of mouthwash and a cup half filled of water. 

Soon Viktor was dressed in his fish print pajama pants and big Academy of Piltover long sleeve. SIlco held onto his arms as he walked to bed. It was past two in the morning, they were both ready to sleep, arousal gone forgotten and calmed. Silco was thankful it was winter break, no classes to worry about. 

“Is this your bed?” Viktor asked as he was laid down, the sheets were slippery and nice and the blanket was heavy. Silco went to the other side, meeting Viktor in the middle of the bed. Viktor smiled as he rubbed against the bedding. 

“Go to sleep Viktor. You can have your birthday present tomorrow.” Silco said and Viktor snuggled into his side. It felt… nice. He was warm and damp, boney but soft skinned. Silco couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep next to someone clothed, warm and cozy. 

“Can I have it now?” Viktor asked as his hand slid off Silco's chest down to his waistband. Silco picked up his hand and put it back on his chest. 

“Do I need to put you over my knee?” Silco teased and Viktor shook his head with a whine. Viktor was soon asleep, his breaths rattled in his chest, exhaustion and alcohol making him sleep soundly. Silco stayed up for who knows how long listening to it, indulging in the intimacy he went without for so long.

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

While I absolutely adore all the "Viktor acquires Jayce's last name for accidental/practical/non-romantic reasons" ideas, I think Viktor would have had to solve his last name problem for paperwork reasons as a student at the Academy, and if he didn't have a last name, the simplest option would be to steal one.

He figures out within three days of starting at the Academy that he needs a family name.

Introducing himself as "just Viktor" gets him marked out as from the undercity immediately, if missing one of a hundred other social cues hasn't already. "Don't you know no one knows whose kids are whose down there?" he hears someone scoff from down the hall, after he's extracted himself from a conversation that was going nowhere good.

Family, like most things in the undercity, is assembled from spare parts more often than not. Family is who will have your back if someone is giving you shit; who will offer you half of something that is already not enough. His parents by blood are both alive and still live together, but no one knows them as anything other than Iveta and Hal.

But topsiders care about things like bloodlines and inheritance, and they all have family names. Not just the rich kids whose family names are carved into buildings, but the children of merchants and craftspeople and workers.

So, he needs to acquire one.

He can't just make one up. What if he picks something that sounds obviously fake to their ears? Or worse, the name of a real, well-known family that he then has to explain his connection to? No, it has to be a real name, just not one that anyone would care about.

He goes to the cemetery. Not the fancy one with the high wrought-iron gates and elaborate masoleums, but a humble one, in a part of the city filled with the modest homes of tradespeople. He searches until he finds an ill-tended family plot, the most recent date of death a hundred years in the past. A simple man, maybe a baker, judging by the carving on the headstone. That will do.

He makes up a story to go with it (a Piltover family of small shopkeepers, forced into the undercity by hard times several generations ago, but topsiders by ancestry still) and starts writing his name as Viktor Trini on homework assignments and forms.

"Viktor." Professor Heimerdinger catches his attention after class one day, a few weeks into the term. Viktor has a routine for this steep amphitheater-style lecture hall by now. Sit in the front so he doesn't have to deal with the stairs; make a bit of a show of gathering up his books and papers slowly after class, letting the students who are in a hurry get out the door first, without his uneven steps slowing them down.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Excellent work on the last assignment. Inspired problem-solving, if I must say."

"Thank you, Professor." He'd been gratified by the solution he came up with, but it's nice to hear someone else say it, too.

Heimerdinger is still holding his problem set paper, rocking on his toes on the small stepladder he uses when lecturing, when he doesn't get too animated and just start striding across the desk like a stage. "You know," he says. "I knew an Aloisius Trini, many years ago. Lovely fellow. He could get a bit gruff with the customers, when the shop was busy, but he made the best meat pies, so nobody cared. I was wondering, might he be your...grandfather perhaps?"

"Yes," Viktor says quickly. "Though I never knew him."

Heimerdinger lowers his voice conspiratorially. "I think you will find that great-grandfather works better, given the math." And he winks.

Viktor's throat goes dry. "Professor, I--"

"Ah-ah. No need to worry, my dear boy. Most people you meet in Piltover won't be nearly three hundred years old." He leans in, drops his voice to a whisper again. "We'll keep this our little secret."

Ah. He understands what's going on now. "Of course. What do you want in return?" He doesn't like this, owing someone who could have him expelled with the stroke of a pen.

Heimerdinger looks surprised at the question. "Nothing!" he says. But that can't be true. He'll ask for something sooner or later.

"I want you to succeed," Heimerdinger says after a moment. "I've seen a lot of students come through these halls, and you're very bright. I predict you'll do extraordinary things."

It still feels like a trap, and maybe it shows on his face, because after a minute Heimerdinger makes a noise of frustration and says, "Fine. If you insist on viewing this as a favor to be repaid, come to my office. There's a lightbulb that needs changing and I can't reach it."

That, he can do. "Thank you, Professor," he says quietly as Heimerdinger hops down the stairs of the stepladder.

"Don't thank me until you've seen the state of this light fixture. I can't reach it to dust, either."

[moonlightseve]

Going to go out on a limb here and say that MAYBE… Nikiforov isn’t just very proud of his skating… and might have another reason to be doing this.

[borreall]

jayvik collage au where they are roomates...

and they were roomates....

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

To me (because I like making myself suffer) there are 2 other types of universes where Jayce and Viktor make hextech. If Viktor is always the mage, able to go to all universes where Jayce gets stuck in that blizzard with his mom, maybe he doesn't exactly know how that particular universe ends and is just searching for the exact one Jayce (and also Ekko) can save.

Viktor dies before Jayce can save (also doom) him with the hexcore. Maybe it's before the explosion, maybe he dies with Sky, maybe he just goes to bed and doesn't wake up. Jayce deals with this however you interpret. Maybe he goes crazy and destroys universes trying to find a healthy Viktor who won't die before their dream can be fully lived. Maybe he intentionally creates The Machine Herald this time. Maybe he stops inventing and just. Becomes a loner.

They are able to create hextech without any death/damage at all. Maybe Jayce and Viktor (who could find out about it before Jayce's place is robbed) and discover it's potential somewhere else. Maybe they start in Zaun and end up improving the lives of everyone there that Silco and Vander reconnect, Powder and VI stay sisters, everyone stays alive. Maybe Viktor is able to find a cure for his illness (and therefore find no need to experiment, since the fear of death will no longer control him.)

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you cannot tell me jayce and viktor didn't publish academic papers together