#viktor arcane oneshot

[ilguna]

Oh my gosh, (if it's available for the event) please please please Viktor from Arcane with 100 from the expired medicine list

☼ blood run red (Viktor) ☼

warnings; swearing, blood mention, ehh gore, wound, mention of self-harm but not in the way you're thinking.

wc; 2k

prompt; 100. "I should have left you bleeding to your death."

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“Hey, Sky,” Your eyebrows twitch. “I’m surprised you’re here so late.” You glance over your shoulder to see the dark hallway you’ve just come down. “Or this far into the building.” When you look back at her, you tilt your head curiously. “Isn’t your study down the hall?”

Sky doesn’t speak right away, lips slightly parted as her feet shuffle to a stop. She has one of her books held loosely against her chest with one hand. “It is, but I was paying a visit to Viktor.”

“Of course.” You wave your hand. “That should’ve been obvious. Is Jayce with him?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t go in there, though. Viktor doesn’t want guests.” She readjusts the glasses on her face. 

“That’s not anything unusual.” You tell her. “I’m sure he’ll make an exception for me. I’ll get him out of that room one way or another.”

“He says he’s going to sleep there again.” Her tone is almost defensive.

Your eyes narrow, speaking slowly, “He says that pretty often, but he always ends up with me, anyway.” You take a step to pass her. “I can pass along a message, if there is one.” You raise your eyebrows.

Sky’s face falls, realizing what you’re implying. Her eyes find the floor while she shakes her head. “No, no message.”

“Well, I hope you have a good night, then.” You smile, continuing down the hallway. 

It isn’t out of the norm for Viktor to push people away, especially when it’s this late at night. He was likely trying to let her down easy, so that he wouldn’t be caught up with her when you got there. People have a hard time catching the hint when he’s trying to be nice about it, taking his words as a suggestion rather than law.

Interesting how she felt the need to ward you off. Maybe he’s given her the speech on how important it is for him to get the last few precious minutes in before giving his projects a rest for the night. You can’t recall the exact amount of lectures you’ve received for showing up a few minutes earlier than expected and ruining his plans.

No matter how many times you tell him that you’ll patiently wait while he finishes, he tells you that it’d be rude to make you sit there and watch him. Even if you find it interesting or entertaining, he insists for the two of you to walk home. You have a running joke with Jayce that he gets performance anxiety. Viktor doesn’t think it’s nearly as funny.

Honestly, you’d be more worried if Viktor suddenly wanted people around him while in the study. Besides Jayce, they’re partners, Viktor’s supposed to want to work with him.

It takes you another minute to make it to the door, which is closed. You raise your knuckles to the wood. Knocking a few times before you reach for the doorknob. You don’t care for his permission to enter, at least you’re announcing your arrival. You wouldn’t want to startle him while he’s working with the Hexcore.

You push the door open with your hip with how heavy the wood is. “Viktor, I’ve come to keep you company, against your wishes. Or we can go home, it’s up to you.” You muse.

The door opens with a long creak, the hinges are so worn down from the weight that it slides to a stop. The space is just wide enough for you to slip inside, not bothering to open it any further. You stroll in, eyes sweeping across the dimly lit room. You’ve told him that he needs to be careful with reading in the dark, it’ll ruin his eyesight.

You sound exactly like your parents, don’t you?

Viktor doesn’t respond to your joke, you turn your head, expecting to see him sitting on the stool at the desk, but here’s not there. The stool has rolled several feet away, out of his reach. There are a few used papers scattered on the floor, surrounding your boyfriend, who has collapsed in the middle of it.

“Viktor!” You cry, rushing forward. 

You nearly trip over his cane in your haste to reach him. You hold his face with both hands, running your thumbs beneath his eyes. His eyebrows twitch, responding to your touch. And while his chest is rising and falling, there’s blood coating his lips, as if he coughed it up.

“Viktor, honey?” You can hear his ragged breathing, liquid stuck in this throat. You twist on your knees to face the door. “Sky!” You shout. “I need help!”

There’s a brief panic that fills your body when silence ensues. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps echo through the corridor as the person draws closer. It can’t be Sky, she’s got to be long gone by now.

A hand pushes the door open further, it belongs to Jayce. He’s breathing heavily, head whipping in your direction to see what the emergency is. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see him in your life.

“I came in and he was like this.” You tell him.

In a few long strides, Jayce comes over to scoop Viktor into his arms, unaffected by his weight. You have enough of a mind to grab the cane before you follow after him.

–

Viktor has been absent and obsessive—two traits that wouldn’t normally stand out, if it weren’t for the fact that you haven’t seen him for nearly a week. You don’t know how he’s been successfully missing you each time you come to the study, but it’s beginning to wear on your patience. 

You understand his need for progress, and that his work is a priority. What you don’t get is him not communicating this to you. He’s had no issue doing it in the past, why the present is such a difference is an absolute mystery.

Not only that, but you’ve taken up a project of your own with Sky in the meantime, and she’s somehow disappeared from the city completely. If she didn’t have your combined notes, you’d wait for her to reappear. The fact that she’s taken it with her, despite the many times you’ve requested having them for yourself, is an irritation.

“Viktor, you better be in here.” You mumble to yourself, pushing open the large wooden doors. They’re already unlocked, telling you that he must be in here. “Viktor, I’ve been looking for Sky everywhere, and I can’t seem to find her or our notes.” You begin to ramble, “Do you…”

As you step into the room, you can feel the whole atmosphere shift into a darker energy. You can feel your stomach fly into your mouth, uneasiness halting your movements. You can’t get a muscle to move until your eyes adjust to the extreme darkness. The only source of light is coming from the glowing Hexcore on the table, that seems to have morphed into something different. The runes are gone.

A wave of deja vu makes you feel sick. You take in the mess on the floor, the discarded cane, the sheets of white paper, the pair of familiar glasses. And Viketor, sprawled on his stomach.

You stare down at him for half of a second, too shocked to move, confused at what you’re seeing. Viktor has stripped himself to his underwear and brace, revealing his damaged skin to the air. The wounds that cover his chest and upper arms… the dark purple tint of his right hand and leg.

When he looks up at you, you jerk forward, as if realizing that you should be caring for him. You fall to your knees to help him into an upright position. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You can see the wounds better up close, and they look like puncture marks. You can’t help running your fingers over one of them, listening to Viktor hiss before he seizes your hand. 

“Please, don’t.”

“You’re bleeding.” You remark, shaking your head. “And your clothes are missing.”

“I was conducting an experiment.” He says, trying to shut you out.

You won’t let him. “That resulted in this?” You ask, looking him over again, eyes locked on the discoloration. 

That looks like…

“(Y/n).” Viktor warns.

Your face falls. “What have you done?”

Your tone is a dead giveaway of your realization. Viktor pushes your hand away. “Nothing that I hadn’t meant to do.”

The curling of your lip is involuntary. “I’m not stupid, Viktor. I know this is from shimmer. Where did you get it?”

“I don’t have to tell you.”

“I’m tired of the secrets.” You tell him. “You were using shimmer for the experiment, why?”

You get to your feet, leaving him on the cold tile, no longer worried about him. You go to step around him, curious about the Hexcore, which has clearly evolved. Viktor reaches out with one arm, hand wrapping around your skin.

“Don’t get close. It’s not stable.” His voice is pleading.

“It didn’t look like this earlier today when I was trying to find you.” Your eyes shift to him. “Is this your blood on the desk?”

He doesn’t speak, sleep-deprived eyes boring into yours.

“Viktor, I’m reaching the breaking point. What happened here, and where is Sky?”

“Sky wasn’t here.” He lies.

You point at the glasses on the floor, lenses shattered. “Those belong to her.”

There’s a few beats of tense silence, and then his shoulders hunch, arm falling from your leg. “It was an accident. I think… I think Sky is gone.”

“What do you mean by gone?”

“Dead.”

“Dead?” You almost choke on your spit.

“Yes.”

Your breathing picks up in pace as you roll this information around in your head, unsure on how to approach this. Should you be worried about him killing people? He’s never shown the urge for it before. If he’s trying to cover it up, it can’t be good. Yet, he did say it was an accident… isn’t that what they all say?

“I need you to tell me what happened here.” You tell him.

Viktor’s face twists, lips turning down. “The Hexcore responds to natural elements. I figured it out when I got my diagnosis. You know this.”

You nod slightly.

“I visited an old friend from the Undercity.”

“That’s where you got the shimmer. That’s why you were on that bridge.” Your eyes drift away.

“How do you know that?”

“I talked to Jayce, because you wouldn’t talk to me.” You look back at him. “Keep going.”

“I was trying to inject my body with shimmer to alter the nature element for the Hexcore. I got too close, it sucked me in, and Sky saw. She tried to help.”

You shake your head, not following.

“She… disintegrated.”

You still, staring at him intently. “You’ve been harming yourself for this? And now Sky is gone?”

“It was never my goal—”

“Viktor, you’re already sick. You should not be doing this.”

“I have no choice. Jayce and I made a commitment, he needs my help.”

“Your safety doesn’t come first?” You challenge, watching as his face twists. “You’re killing yourself, Viktor. This is hurting you—changing you. You need to stop.”

“I will decide when to stop.” He snaps at you.

You press your lips together, beginning to back away from him. “I don’t want anything to do with this.”

“(Y/n).” Viktor reaches for you, hand landing on the tip of your shoe before it’s pulled from his fingers. “Wait.”

“I should have left you bleeding to your death.”

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this was part of my 3k celebration!!

[valaruakars]

Hi darling, i love you idea so much to celebrate our boy, so here are my numbers 2, 3, 6, 10, 15, 16, 54, 55, 57, 87, 112, 127 Please give me the most Dominant and jealous Viktor ever uwu

Most dominant and jealous Viktor ever, huh? That would be the Machine Herald, then. Picked a few of these lines that fit the best. Double the word count because last one, best one 💖

Also I hear you asking, "What the everloving fuck do you mean by too many teeth?" This, my friends. This.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, MH!Viktor x AFAB Fem!Reader, exhibitionism, public sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, groping, gloved fingering, orgasm denial, Reader has an augmented arm

You hate the Chem-Barons.

Viktor hates the Chem-Barons.

But the Machine Herald? He tolerates them. Meets with them and their lackeys, even. Has to, because the success rate of his augmentations is exponentially higher when Shimmer is involved. He needs the medical grade variety, not what’s bought off the streets where it’s cut with impurities and improperly handled. He needs it from the source, and negotiates accordingly.

It’s none of your business. Typically, you don’t go. But as his notoriety has grown—the metal man on Emberflit Alley that can take away your suffering—safety has become precarious. Just yours. You’re nobody special; just a token from another life, and you don’t have a laser claw. All you have is your wits, your loyalty and a newly fitted arm that doesn’t do anything exciting, but at least you’re alive.

Now he takes you everywhere.

Him and his too many teeth, you can feel his sneer behind the mask when people look at you in the street; when they shape their lips to whistle, but think better of it. Has something to do with a metal whirr behind you that you can hear but not see with your gaze fixed forward, head held high.

He’s different now, this man with your long lost lover’s voice, but the jealousy stayed and he remembers what it felt like to love you. It’s made him possessive.

And, well…

You kind of like it.

It’s kind of fun, even, to see what he’ll do when one of the cronies escorting you in gives you the wrong kind of attention. The kind where their eyes linger in all the wrong places, and their hand trails down your arm when they think Viktor isn’t looking. He is, always. The mask just makes it hard to tell.

Hard to kiss you, too. But in the short time you’re waiting at the long, empty table, sat in his lap without a chair of your own, he lifts it enough to shove his strange tongue into your mouth. As you whimper and try to keep pace, he watches your face, your reactions. You can tell by the yellow light that brightens the darkness behind your closed eyes.

He snaps it down, shuts you out abruptly when a door clicks open and people start to file in—some with old augmentations, some with Viktor’s new ones. You know his work on sight.

He’s not done with you, though.

Low, dark synth in your ear says, “I don’t like people touching what’s mine,” and delight twists into your gut like the shrapnel that nearly missed your liver.

Your permission is a whispered, “Please,” spoken with kiss bitten lips, slick and puffy. The kind of please that says use me; do whatever you want.

Only part way through the meeting does he strike—a vigilance for lecherous eyes that are not his own. You can feel it too, the weight of being watched by someone at the table. The one who licks their split, sickly lips when your eyes pass over them, surely.

The hand that had a vice tight grip on your waist eases, and slips beneath the hem of your shirt. He’s not subtle like he used to be, but who would stop a soulless, metal monolith from doing what he pleases where it concerns his little fucktoy? Who would raise a word against him for reaching up to cup the warm swell of your breast, or acknowledge the apathy with which he claims what’s his?

They’re cowards, the lot of them.

Except for maybe Renata, who is terrifying and paying you no mind.

There’s a violent shift in the atmosphere. Literally. Someone draws a knife and shouting breaks out across the table, but his modulated voice is all you hear.

“Only I get to touch you like this,” he murmurs, tugging down the edge of your bra inside your shirt. He thumbs over your nipple, rolls it harshly between the cold, finely ridged metal of his mechanized hand. Only he can hear your breathing stutter, or feel the way you go ridgid to choke down a whine.

Your composure holds, though—spine straight, eyes fixed out the windows. Indifferent.

Perhaps that’s why he drops his hand out, and slips the other up your skirt instead.

Your eyes flare with a sick, thrilled terror as you clutch the hem down over his hand. He wouldn’t like if anyone truly saw you—your bare, soaked cunt—when he wrenches your panties aside. That’s just for him.

Discreetly, you open your legs just enough for the press of his fingers. It’s his human hand this time, warm through the leather glove with which he hides it. Two grainy fingers slip through your pussy and roughly push inside until his palm sits flush.

It takes everything you have not to make a sound, stretched so suddenly, sweet and burning. Is it mercy or torture that he doesn’t move? Just fills you nice and full so that anyone who looks too closely will see who you belong to. One or two must’ve caught on; they pointedly look the other way.

Viktor catches your quick scan of the room; flexes his fingers to draw your attention back. Whispers in a way that has always, always wrecked you, “Would they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you?”

Never.

You shake your stupid, besotted head.

“Mm, no, I didn’t think so,” he all but laughs, wicked thing. Not as soulless as he or anyone else wants to believe.

Perhaps a little heartless, though, the way he plays absently with your clit. Sweeps and rolls with his wet leather thumb until you’re trembling and your lungs are burning—suffocating on all those little noises held back. He has you clenching around him so quickly, clawing uselessly at the metal plates of his shoulder. And the closer you get, the less you care for subtly or dignity or proper conduct of any sort. You only want release. You’ll hide your face against his armored neck, gasping quietly as you can to hide what is obviously happening, if it means you can have it.

There’s just one little problem.

Right on the cusp, and you’re suddenly empty. Instead, his hand comes to rest heavy on your bare thigh, glove glistening. Your slick is like fine, gossamer webbing between his fingers. Only then do you realize the gravity of the situation—that he’s not finished, and you aren’t going to, because he grips you hard and murmurs:

“Only I get to see you come.”

[cheeriecherrymain]

Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 14] [Finale]

Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader Warnings: None Chapter Rating: M (for some brief saucy bits) Proofread: Nah Chapter Summary: Your parents try one last time to mess up your life, but you and Viktor get through it together.

You sleep incredibly well throughout the night, tucked up and cozy beside Viktor, with one of his arms tossed over your waist. You barely stir or make a sound while you slumber, getting some much needed rest after a hectic day and a pleasurable evening.

Even when you wake, you do so quietly. You’re able to slowly awaken, letting the fog of sleep fade from your mind until you feel well enough to crack your eyes open. Viktor seems to be in a similar state, when you turn to him. He’s staring at you with the barest hint of a smile, but his eyes are still glossy and hazed.

You roll onto your side to fully face him, and tilt your head upwards: he must have the same idea, because his lips meet yours half way, warm and soft and comforting.

You’re entirely surprised when his hand slides down to your hip, and his thigh slots between yours - applying the barest hint of pressure, but it’s enough to send lazy waves of desire through your body.

It devolves from there, when you indulge him in his silent request - hiking your leg up to his hip to allow him access to what he desires. To what you also desire. He has you crying out for more with just a few curls of his fingers, and your thoughts go blurry after that.

You end up a sweaty, breathless, utterly sated mess afterwards, still trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Viktor is wrapped around you like an octopus, pressing kisses to every bare piece of skin he can find. You’ve half a mind to relax and let sleep consume you once again, but you know you’ll just end up cranky later if you do so.

You sit up after lazing for a couple moments of letting Viktor trace little patterns across your body, and stretch your arms above your head until your spine crackles. Your boyfriend does the same, and then comes around to your side of the bed to give you a final good-morning kiss, before disappearing out of the room.

You grab your phone off the bedside table and idly flip through the notifications that have gathered overnight.

A couple texts from Cait, and one from Vi.

A few messages in your junk email.

What catches your eye is the new note in your professional address, from the dean of the university. Even more concerning is the subject line, which upon reading, makes your stomach sink.

It was an official summons.

You hastily open the message and skin through the bulk of it, squeezing your phone so hard your fear it might crumble under the pressure.

The email is nothing short of professional, nor does it hold any kind of accusing tone to it…but you have been summoned nonetheless. Summoned to a meeting to discuss student and teacher morality, after certain evidence -a photograph- was presented to the school late the prior night.

Whoever wrote the email is polite in their wording, but it doesn’t change the fact that your anxiety weighs so heavily on your chest that you can barely breathe. Despite everything that had happened, every reassurance, and all your confidence…your parents had still figured out a way to upend your life.

All your fighting, and for what?

They could still control you.

Viktor comes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of pajama pants and a content smile, but he immediately seems to pick up on your energy.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, coming over to sit beside you on the bed.

Without saying anything, you hand him your phone, showing him the email. You can feel his confusion when he takes it, and you can feel the way it turns to shock, then to anxiety - his shoulders tensing and a little crease appearing between his brow.

He hands your phone back to you without a word, and fetches his from his bag. You watch him sullenly, trying your best to keep tears from forming behind your lashes - as if you have any right to cry at all. You’re the reason you’re even in this situation. You’re the one at fault.

“Our hearing is at four o’clock this afternoon,” he says, heaving a sigh. “It’ll be tight, but our flight should allow us to get there on time- zlatíčko.”

You hastily wipe at your eyes, but the overwhelming concern in his tone only makes more tears come. You don’t deserve this, you think, this kindness, or this understanding. You don’t deserve someone as good as him. You’ve ruined his life.

A sob escapes your throat, and as if the dam has been broken, more follow. You squeeze your arms around yourself, pinch your eyes shut until they ache, anything to try and stop the oncoming panic…but it’s in vain. Your heart races in your chest, thundering violently against your ribcage, and your breaths come in short gasps.

You can vaguely feel the pressure of hands on your shoulders, rubbing gentle and reassuring circles into your skin, but his voice is distant. You’re nearly unable to hear him over the roaring of blood in your ears, much less make out what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry!”

Viktor squeezes you a little harder. “This is not your fault-”

He tries to be firm in how he speaks, but you’re too addled with anxiety - too swept up in a storm of emotion. “I brought you here!” you say, cutting him off. “It doesn’t matter if you agreed to come, I didn’t give you all the information. Nothing I say could prepare you for how volatile my parents are! But me? I know what they’re like, I’ve seen what kinds of things they’ll do to keep me under their thumb.”

You open your eyes, stars dotting around your unfocused gaze.

“I said to you ‘there’s a feline in this cave’ without mentioning that it’s a lion and it’s fucking starving. Well, surprise! You’re the food!”

He’s quiet for a couple seconds, and his grip on you loosens.

You let your head drop, hanging in guilt while tears continue to drip off your chin. “You didn’t know any better. But me? I did, and I chose to be selfish anyways. And now you’re in trouble.”

Viktor doesn’t say anything to rebuke your claims, even going as far as to release his hold on you entirely. And when he stands and walks into the other room? You can feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces, exploding sharp bits of emotional shrapnel into every inch of your body.

You set your head in your hands, shutting your eyes behind your palms to let the tears come back in earnest. I deserve it, you think hopelessly, Loneliness, guilt - I’m ruining his life. He deserves better. He deserves better.

He deserves better.

And then a blanket is tossed over you.

Soft on your skin, and heavy enough to squish you slightly.

You glance up in shock, while Viktor fixes it around you. You watch as he then maneuvers himself further onto the bed, and then you squeak when he wraps his arms around your middle to pull you close to him.

You have no choice but to flop down on your side and let yourself be wrestled into his hold.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, wrapped up like a burrito with his body pressed up against yours. Neither of you say anything, but he keeps his breathing even - presses little kisses to your crown every now and again. Until you stop shaking, he holds you.

Until your anxiety wanes, he holds you.

And then he holds you a little longer, perhaps for his own benefit.

Only once you’ve calmed some, does he speak.

“Might I be honest with you?” he asks, and when you nod your head, he continues, “Regardless of what evidence the university might have to incriminate us, I would be put on probation regardless. Even if the photographs can be proven fake, or untrue…simply having the accusation on my record would be enough to warrant a change in my classroom assignments.”

You scowl. “That’s not fair.”

He kisses your forehead. “No,” he agrees, “it’s not. But it’s a policy I do not have the power to change. However, if I were not in the employ of the school, they would not have a case.”

You jolt slightly, staring up at him in astonishment. 

“You can’t quit your job!” you argue, prompting him to shush you gently until you once again resemble a placated burrito.

“That is where the ‘might I be honest with you’ comes in, if you’ll listen?” he gives you a lopsided smile when you have the audacity to pout at him.

“Do you remember my roommate, Jayce?” he wonders, “I’ve told you about him before.”

“The guy who used too much laundry soap and filled the basement with suds?”

“Yes,” Viktor laughs. “It’s been a messy couple of months for him and I. He’s got a project he’s been working on - an idea that he thinks could be big. I have reviewed his notes a handful of times, and I am inclined to agree with him.”

He pauses for a moment, then, “He has asked me to work with him. Months ago, now, in the summer. And a couple of times since then. I was wary at first, but then I grew curious. I had intended to join him after the start of the semester - quit my position as an assistant and pursue his idea full time. But then I met you.”

He tilts his head down towards you, letting his forehead nudge against yours. “You were charming, funny, beautiful - and so bright. Even more than that, you seemed to think the same about me. After years of having your songs stuck in my head, I was finally able to find you - and you were captivating. I wanted to know you. So I stayed.”

The tears now budding in your eyes are the same as earlier - they don’t sting your cheeks as they roll sideways down your face, nor do they blur the vision of your boyfriend looking at you in adoration.

“So you wanted to work with Jayce, but you stayed because of me?” you ask.

Viktor nods. “And now that you are intending to resign from the course, and stop your academic journey…”

“You won’t have a reason to stay?” Your eyes widen in realization. “And if you don’t work for the school, then they don’t have a case - like you said. They can’t hurt you. They can’t hurt us.”

His hand sneaks up from your body, to tenderly cup your jaw. “Precisely,” he says. “If you’re amicable to it, I suggest we hand in our notices at the meeting today. There’s no point in waiting, if we’re certain.”

You hastily agree, squirming until you’re able to free your arms from your blanket cocoon and wrap him in a hug.

—

Several hours later you sit anxiously outside the Dean’s office. You bob your leg at an unbeatable pace, shaking your entire body as well as the chair you’re settled on.

You’d made it back to the city in time for your summons, though you’d been brought in separately. You had been questioned first - nothing accusatory, much like the email had been, but thoroughly. What was your side of the story? Were you the woman in the photograph? How long had you been engaging in a relationship with your teaching aide?

You’re honest in all your answers - telling those present that you had been friends for a while, and that your romantic relationship had only started a few days prior. You watch as they take note after note after note, keeping their expressions and their tones carefully neutral.

And then, at the end of it all, you hand a printed document directly to the Dean.

“It’s my withdrawal from the university,” you say, trying not to smile at the looks of shock you receive. “I’ve been trying to juggle classes with my passions for weeks now, and it’s not working out - I’ve decided to pursue another course in life.”

The Dead looks like he wants to say more to you, perhaps even argue with you, or question your decision. But he remains gratefully quiet, gesturing you out of the office with a sigh and a flick of his hand.

And oh, your satisfaction when Viktor is called in. You pass each other in front of the doorway, and stoops down for half a second to catch you in a chaste, but obvious, kiss.

Right in front of the faculty.

You have to hide your face immediately afterwards, lest your coy smile be seen.

It doesn’t take him long to hand in his resignation - he’s in the office for far shorter than you had been, likely choosing to get to the point as quickly as possible instead of wasting everyone’s time. When he strides out, he’s wearing a content, if not somewhat proud, smile.

“How did it go?” you ask, standing up to meet him.

“As planned,” he replies, offering you his hand. You take it and begin your journey towards the exit, while he continues, “Jayce has already confirmed that his offer is still on the table, so though I am no longer employed here, I do still have a job.”

“I can’t believe I don’t have to wake up at five in the morning anymore,” you grin, feeling freer than you have in your entire life. “I’m going to celebrate by sleeping in so hard tomorrow.”

“Just sleeping?” Viktor wonders.

You push him playfully, not hard enough to knock him off balance. “Not if you’re there,” you retort with a cheeky smirk, “Face it, you did me too good. Now you have to live with the consequences.”

“How terrible,” he snarks, “to have a smart, beautiful girlfriend,” and lowers his lips and voice until their right at your ear, “who feels absolutely divine when she comes, stretched around my-”

“Viktor!”

He laughs loudly at the way you scold him, flustered in your movements when you not-so-gently smack him with your mittens.

“Really, though,” he continues, alight with amusement, “we should celebrate. Come over for dinner? I’m not much of a chef, but I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You loop your arm through his, as you push past the door and out into the snow, telling him, “That sounds perfect.”

~Fin

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Wallflower, Blooming

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Viktor was never a social butterfly. Often excluded from the activities of his peers, he found comfort in his own company, his own thoughts, his own concepts. His office was frequently empty, save for the rare occasion when another admin came to tell him something, or a student needed to get ahold of Heimerdinger. He preferred it that way -- whether by an acclimation to the solitude, or because in the quiet he could think clearer, he could never be certain.

The only thing he knew with certainty was that he was what others called a 'Wallflower': a person who listened, who watched, but who never or rarely participated.

It had been three weeks since he reconnected with Anya. He had already treated her to coffee, to lunch, and a tour of the Ecology department's green house. Anya loved flowers, he came to learn. It was rare to see any greenery in Zaun, thus despite growing up together, he had no way of knowing her fascination with flora. But he remembered her smile, and how it seemed to light up everything around her.

When she asked him his favorite flower, he found he could give no answer. He admitted he had never given it much thought. He'd had no need.

He wasn't used to being asked personal preference.

Neither was he used to being accessible.

Anya arrived at his office, quiet and unhurried -- she didn't want to disturb him. He was hunched over his desk, working on something in a journal; handwritten notes scrawled with fervor on every inch of the page. She smiled to herself as she tempted the threshold, giving the door a soft knock.

He didn't look up. He was completely engrossed in whatever it was he was doing.

She almost debated turning around and leaving. But she wanted to invite him to lunch -- Academy's dime or not. Viktor had always been thin, but she had assumed that in childhood it had been due to their impoverished surroundings, food insecurity, and lost appetites. She was now putting together that as an adult he often forgot to eat.

She worried about him. So she stepped inside his office.

"Viktor?" she called.

She saw a twitch in his face, as he supposedly heard her. But he still didn't answer.

She looked over his shoulder and saw a calculation for a powerful beam of light -- a laser. She pointed to an equation in front of him. "This could be inverted."

He jumped.

"I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you heard me," she chuckled.

He leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over his face. "No, no. It's -- It's fine," he let a breath, and began to laugh. He tossed the pencil on desk and combed his fingers through his hair. "Sometimes -- I get too focused," he confessed.

She smiled, observing him. He was lightly pink, as if he were blushing -- or flushed with surprise, or both. She found it endearing. "If you're not too busy, I was hoping we could have lunch together."

"What time is it?" he looked at a clock on the wall. "Yes, lunch. What was it you wanted to discuss about the Academy?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I simply wanted to talk to you. In a personal sense. If that is okay with you."

His hands gripping the armrests of his chair, he found himself looking at her blankly before his brows rose and his mind was finally able to piece together that she wanted nothing from him. "Oh. Yes, yes -- that is, that is fine," he said and began to clear his desk.

Her smile grew and she suppressed a chuckle. "My driver is waiting outside. Will you escort me?"

"Of course." Viktor stood and locked his journal in a drawer. "It would be my pleasure."

It was an odd feeling to be seen, even in his rawest state. An observer being observed. If what others said about him was true, if he were a wallflower -- someone who grew on a vine, coiled ever on the outside of recognition and praise -- he found himself neither plucked, nor planted elsewhere, for all others to see and watch and gawk.

Instead, he thought, as he held out his arm for Anya to take, he considered that another vine had found its way beside him. That the blooms and blossoms of another flower had coiled next to this place. Someone else who observed, someone else who listened and understood.

He thought it a precious gift.

[lonelyinsomnia]

rises the moon

I watched as he muttered to himself, hovering over his notes, pointing at random places, and then pacing back to his invention. The sight was as amusing as it was irritating. I watched as he tinkered and took notes. His chocolate brown hair bounced as he shuffled back and forth.

Leaning against a cluttered table covered in gadgets and gizmos I noticed a spyglass. I picked it up and placed it against my eye. I followed a seagull as it dove down, only to catch an updraft and soar much higher than before. I watched the sun begin to set, leaving only a sliver of natural sunlight.

Setting the spyglass down, I looked over to Viktor. He was still enthralled with his work. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He spun around and nearly hit me with the notebook he held.

“Watch it,” I sneered.

He laughed wryly and almost returned to his project, but stopped when we made eye contact. We briefly held each other’s gaze until I coughed to break the increasingly awkward silence.

“Uh,” I paused, debating on continuing, “The sun is nearly set, so…Would you like to stargaze with me?”

His tired eyes widened. After a moment, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

“That would be…beneficial,” he said nodding.

I began walking out of the room, pausing only to hold the door for him. He gave me an apathetic look, which I returned with a half-hearted smile. I shut and locked the door behind me as we stood on the balcony.

The silence between Viktor and me was not awkward like before, but it wasn’t comfortable either. We stood side-by-side and leaned against the railing watching as the sliver of sunlight became all but an orange hue on the horizon. We waited silently until the sky darkened enough to see the stars. Once they appeared, I sat down and gazed at the glittering sky; Viktor followed suit and small talk ensued. He talked about his gadgets and formulas and I listened -- despite not knowing what he was talking about. Viktor’s hazel eyes shined a gloss-like gold as he spoke, his enthusiasm evident. It was a sweet sight. When he calmed down, I started pointing out different constellations. He watched my hands and listened to whatever I had to say about each planet, quasar, black hole, star, or nebula I gestured to.

I felt a weight on my shoulder during my rant about Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. I looked over to see Viktor asleep. His eyes bore heavy on his face and his cheeks were sunk in but he had a small smile on his lips. Gazing at the sky, I smiled.

His head began to fall after a bit so I gently guided him to lie on my lap. He started to snore quietly the moment he lay on my thighs. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch. Absentmindedly, I played with his hair as I gazed at the rising moon.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce & Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends) Additional Tags: They Are Gay Your Honour, and also anxious bc it's me, Romance, First Kiss, Accidental Love Confessions, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Viktor is an anxious little blorbo :) Summary:

Viktor has been watching Jayce for a while, but he knows it's not requited. Of course not. People don't fall in love with him--and Jayce least of all.

[moonbeam-writing]

Arcane Masterlist

๑ Jinx

→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!

๑ Vi

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๑ Ekko

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๑ Caitlyn

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๑ Viktor

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๑ Sevika

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→ Special Event oneshot; Fluff; Two (2) sentences of dialogue; Not at all how I thought it would turn out; Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns for the Reader; SFW; 641 words

๑ Silco

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[websterss]

JAYCE TALIS

ONESHOTS: ‣ Coming soon

VIKTOR

ONESHOTS: ‣ Coming soon

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HOTD

Cregan stark-

Series-

Dragon Dreamer-

Summary: Daenys, Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, has been labeled as a mad woman by the realm and Queen Alicent. Upon her mother's crown being stolen by Aegon ii, Daenys finds herself being sent to the North to treat with Lord Stark. She finds a lot more than she bargained for with Cregan Stark.

Side story

Drabble

Chapter one-

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Oneshots-

In His Arms - Comfort/fluff

Pearls - Smut

Not Yet Blossomed pt 1- Angst/hurt comfort

Hidden Truths - Angst

Hidden Truths pt. 2 - Angst/open end

If I must -Angst

Jacaerys Velaryon-

WIP

Benjicot Blackwood-

Oneshots-

Dramatic

Gwayne Hightower

Oneshots-

Dance of Black and Green

Lord of the Rings

Legolas-

WIP

Thranduil

Oneshots-

Love and War

Marvel (MCU)

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots-

TLB

GOT

Ned Stark -

Arcane -

Viktor -

Vi -

Genshin Impact

You get into a barfight

[binghe-malewife-goals]

[KICKS DOOR DOWN] I GOT ANOTHER ONE FOR U BAAAABYY:

The Anti-Gift

A post-divorce fic that isn't as heart wrenching as most post-divorce fics are <3

Unlike the other recommendations in this thread, this is the first one shot YIPPEE!!

This also means that it is 100% completed and ready for ur viewing pleasure 🤲

I'm so sad, so many good Jayvik fics are never picked up again,,,,

That being said, please read this Modern AU Ghost Jayvik fic, it's so incredibly fun:

Breathing Life into Ghosts

[bloodykora]

Viktor Arcane Masterlist:

Oneshots:

Drunk Walk Home

MH Part 1

MH Part 2

Season 2 Act 1

Sillys:

Characters as random pics I found

Snake Bite Vik

Hand Made Collage

Season 2 Bingo (Spoilers)

[argowrites]

Just Once

He was nearly done when he heard the door to the lab shut quietly, and every single bad scenario ran through his mind. Enforcers. Mel’s angry and vengeful warlord mother. Jayce. He didn’t know which he hoped it was. When he saw it was Jayce, he thought he might rather face the warlord.

“What are you doing here?” Jayce asked, voice weirdly calm, as if he had walked in on Viktor still working at two in the morning, like when he used to stop by after banquets and galas. Viktor’s heart ached at the memory. 

“Leave it, Jayce,” Viktor said, decidedly less calm.

“You aren’t supposed to—you’re under house arrest.”

“Eh, it is surprisingly easy to convince Piltover’s finest that I was harmless and slip away,” Viktor said with a shrug. 

It was true, except he had had to hit the enforcer guarding his house over the head with his crutch. The man had dropped before he had been able to call out. Viktor had not used his walking aid as a weapon in nearly twenty years. Undercity habits die hard, apparently. 

“They know you…you shouldn’t be here. It will just make things worse. Come on. I’ll take you—”

“No.”

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Rating: Mature

One Shot

Characters: Jayce, Viktor

Relationships: Jayce/Viktor

I'm doing a fic countdown for season two! This is part 10/10. They're unconnected oneshots. Find the full series here.

[irritablepoe]

My ao3 fics - Masterpost

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Multiple Chapters:

how do i say goodbye (22/?) - follows ranpoe's relationship post-canon

embrace the sound of enchantment (3/?) - royal au for ranpoe with ranpo as the prince and poe as his servant

communication methods (3/?) - stalker/yandere poe with a very willing and encouraging ranpo

Ranpoe Oneshots

i could never forget you - ranpo and poe decide to meet up, though even after waiting for an hour, ranpo doesn't show up; hurt/comfort

in the low lamp light i was free - ranpo comes home from defeating fyodor. poe takes care of him

too much at once - poe is overwhelmed at a party; ranpo takes care of him

the feverish heat of yours - omegaverse au, omega!poe and alpha!ranpo

awake on a midsummer night - poe has his obsessive moments. ranpo does too.

do you regret meeting me? - ranpo asks poe exactly that; poe shows him how much he loves him

(un)holy ghost who haunts your home - poe has a dissociative episode when he's outside with ranpo

betrayal from the beginning - poe is kidnapped by fitzgerald; ranpo saves him

meet me on the rooftop - ranpo and poe have a conversation on a rooftop while looking at a sunset

keeping an eye out (while i flirt with you) - bartender au, lots of flirting

you hold me hypnotized, i'm mesmerized - character study/inner monologue of poe

mine to possess - pre-canon poe and his brother talk about ranpo; he's at his worst here

a worthy opponent - may the better one win - pre-canon interaction of ranpoe before the mystery game

Other Oneshots:

kill me with your kindness (i'll gladly surrender) - fyolai; fyodor needs a hug

bleeding memories - mushimizo; character study

tell me you're part of me - fyodor and poe meet because of business; fyodor tries to get poe on his side

a hat a day keeps the bad thoughts away - multiple fandoms; crack fic about hats

are you getting sentimental with me now? - poe and fitzgerald; poe is at his worst when he shows up to breakfast; fitzgerald takes care of him

shared grief of broken men - fitzgerald and poe talk a bit about grief and life

courtesy visit - gone wrong (no clickbait) - poe and lovecraft go on a mission together

a ship for the two of us - bramcraft; they're enjoying a meal (a ships crew) together :3

Moriarty The Patriot

pillows to ride on in a maid dress - louis; i'll not elaborate, the title says it all

need a little help with that? - continuation of "pillows to ride on in a maid dress" with james bonde

Vicious

let this bullet pierce you - victor finally hunting eli down

torture me lightly - post-canon; victor sees hallucinations

with my last breath i think of you - victor dies and thinks of eli

Crime and Punishment

your help heals all my wounds (17/?) - post-canon events of crime and punishment; razras; dunya/sonya

affection - oneshot; razras

there will come a soldier and a poet - lotr au; poet!raskolnikov and soldier!razumikhin

Jackaby

not a word of gratitude - jackaby is alone. he'll always end up alone

don't turn away with this heavy heart of yours - abigail and jackaby talk about jackaby's emotions

Arcane

rest now - viktor is extremely sleep-deprived and faints. jayce finds him

these are not all of my fics, if you want more go check out my other works. a lot of them are written for whumptober 2023, so mind the tags on them. mind the tags in general lol.

the fics are all restricted to ao3 users only because of ai scrapping, i'm very sorry

thank you for reading through this and if you decide to read them thank you as well it means a lot to me <3

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[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Hello! Requests:Open!💕

I’m Sunshine, and this is my yandere request blog! I write yandere oneshots, headcannons, and scenarios for your entertainment with a maximum character limit of four. Below is a list of rules and what I will write for!! :)

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I will write for:

nsfw (fair warning, it may not be very good) ❣️on that note, I only write for sub characters. ❣️

suggestive content

fluff

most kinks, with exceptions for watersports, spit, and degradation

I will write for GN, afab, and explicitly fem readers only, because I don’t know enough to write about male readers to feel comfortably, sorry!!

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FNAF (games only):

Michael and William Afton

all animatronics (specify if you want human or natural form)

SLASHERS:                                                                             

Asa Emory

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

OG!Michael Myers                                                                                           

Bo Sinclair                                                                                                             

Vincent Sinclair                                                                                                     

Bubba Sawyer                                                                                                       

Thomas Hewitt                                                                                                       

Candyman                                                                             

Brahms Heelshire                                                                                                 

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Erik                                                                                   

ARCANE

Silco

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Bertholdt Hoover (early 20s)

TWISTED WONDERLAND (actual college)

Riddle Rosehearts

Azul Ashengrotto

Rollo Flamme

HETALIA

Kiku Honda (Japan)

Kuro Honda (2p Japan)

Oliver Kirkland (2p England)

Ivan Braginsky (Russia)

Viktor Braginsky (2p Russia)

Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden)

Lukas Bondevik (Norway)

Tino Väinämöinen (Finland)

BLACK BUTLER

Claude Faustus

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive (early 20s)

William T. Spears

DEMON SLAYER

Tanjiro Kamado (early 20s)

Yushiro Yamamoto

Muzan Kibutsuji

DISNEY VILLAINS

Judge Claude Frollo

Captain Hook

MASTERLIST 💜💜

Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera, Musical!Erik and Book!Erik, plus a sprinkle of Cherik.)

General yandere nsfw headcannons 💜

Self indulgent nsfw post💜: part one and two

Erik getting reader pregnant headcannons 💜

Desperate Erik oneshot with cowgirl and facesitting 💜

Erik with a mommy kink headcannons (cannon in all my works) 💜

General kissing with Erik 💜

Erik with voice kink, auralism, and scent kink headcannons 💜

Erik’s nsfw alphabet 💜

Would Erik like to be called babydoll? 💜

Forever and Always, You. Valentine’s Day oneshot (unless someone requests another part and gives some ideas 👀) 💜

Erik with a mommy kink oneshot 💜

A Chance With You series: one💜 two💜 three(in progress)

Cherik general yandere headcannons 💜

Musical!Erik with mirror sex oneshot 💜

Reader making Erik a scarf and he gets whiny because they aren’t paying attention to him 💜

Rollo Flamme

Fragile: Rollo slips you a sleeping potion so he can have your affection while you’re asleep 🔔

Brahms Heelshire

Reader who flinches when he raises his hand 💷

Eyeless Jack

Nsfw alphabet 💙

Ticci Toby

Soft reader headcannons 🪓

Mandela Catalogue

Mark Heathcliff headcannons 🔫

Adam and Jonah x reader from irl 📹📼

Human Cesar Torres headcannons ☎️

Michael Afton

Ghost Michael headcannons 🔦

Withered Bonnie

General headcannons🐰⚙️

Funtime Crew

Touch starved reader 🎉🎈

Silco

Soft reader 💉

Ebenezer Scrooge

Nsfw alphabet 💰

[sillysowa]

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I will write :

Smut, angst, fluff, etc.

Smut with; sub or switch reader, oral, vaginal penetration, most BDSM themes (not sure? just ask), dub-con in some cases

Character x fem!reader

Character x genderneutral!reader

Headcannons, oneshots, blurbs

Song centered fic's

Content with heavy violence or themes of abuse (however I am not comfortable with writing a character x reader in an abusive relationship!)

I will NOT write :

Character x character fic's

Character x masc!reader

Smut that includes; DDLG themes, non-consensual sex, water sports, breeding or pregnancy kinks

Anything that has to do with pregnancy or raising kids

NSFW content of characters <18

Anything that I am uncomfortable with

Content and characters that I write for:

SPIDER MAN: ACROSS & INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

- Hobie Brown

- SFW reactions with Pavitr Prabhakar (SFW), Miles Morales, Earth 42!Miles Morales, and Gwen Stacy

CALL OF DUTY

- König

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

ARCANE

- Vi

- Ekko

- Viktor

- Reactions for the aforementioned and Jinx, Caitlyn, Mel

JUJUTSU KAISEN

- Satoru Gojo

- NSFW reactions with Sukuna, Choso, Nanami, or Geto

- SFW reactions with Yuji or Megumi

[dolly-gutzz]

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☆Bottoms

Hazel Callahan

☆Juno

Juno macguff

☆Good Will Hunting

Morgan O’Mally

Will Hunting

☆mid90’s

Fuckshit

Ray

Fourthgrade

Ruben!platonic only!

Stevie/sunburn!platonic only!

☆Metal lords

Hunter Sylvester

☆She Drives me Crazy

Scottie Zajac

☆Pretty in Pink

Philip “duckie” Dale

☆Breakfast club

Brian Johnsom

John Bender

☆The Last Of Us 

Ellie Williams

☆Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Rodrick Heffley

☆Ferris Buellers Day Off

Ferris Bueller

☆The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreaves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreaves

Stan

☆The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Patrick

Charlie

☆Euphoria

Rue Bennet

Ashtray

Nate Jacobs 

☆Ten Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

☆Gilmore Girls

Jess Mariano

Tristan Dugray

Dean Forester 

☆Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste 

☆Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Enoch O’Connor 

☆Arcane

Jinx

Viktor

Vi/Violet

☆The Black Phone

Vance Hopper

Finny Blake

Robin 

☆Descendants 

Carlos Devil

Jay Jafar

Harry Hook

☆Descendants~Rise of Red

James Hook

☆Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Zed Necrodopolous

A-Lan

Wyatt Lykansen

☆CreepyPasta

Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Clockwork

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Hazel Callahan-

~Headcannons~

☆Dating hazel would be like 

~oneshots~

~series~

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Fuckshit-

~headcannons~

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~oneshots~

☆nights w fuckshit

~series~

☆Nicknames- pt 1/pt 2

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Ray-

~headcannons~

☆ray x platonic!sibling!reader- Pt 1/ Pt2

~one shots~

☆

~series

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Hunter Sylvester-

~headcannons~

☆ Hunter x goth!f!reader

☆Hunter x fem!reader 

~oneshots~

☆ten things I hate about you 

~series~ 

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Enoch O’Connor-

~headcannons~

☆

~oneshots~

☆back to your arms

~series~

Jinx-

~headcannons~

☆

~oneshots~

☆Breaking and Entering

☆Dilemma only a gf can fix 

~series~

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!!Author's notes!!!

Hey my little freaky freaks!! Welcome to my little coven of writings! Feel free to request anything your little heart's desire, and i will try to make ur dreams come true :3 ; just know that with my junior year of highschool coming indubitably near, my schedule will be a little packed (curse my partaking in four college classes ) But I will try my damndest to write as much as i can!! Love yall and happy reading <3

Toodles!!

Love,

DollyGutzz(aka elmokid)