#viktor x nb!reader

[motthe]

the lunch (and dinner) dates

part two of the house call

trigger warnings: none

viktor x nb/gn!reader

Viktor grew accustomed to loneliness at a young age. He would argue it wasn’t from neglect, not from his parents, at least. The vague memory he had of them was due to their constant laboring rather than their early deaths, and being brought up on practically nothing, he never blamed them for it.

That isolation that had burrowed into his early years was due to his inability to keep up with the other children. Patience wasn’t even an idea let alone a word in their lexicon, and while it was painful to be left behind, he let his forsakened nature fuel his studies and tinkering. He had a talent for distracting himself, only ever torn away from his little projects when another child his age would find a few seconds of interest in it. Those moments were few and far between, but he reveled in their attention—had the need to prove himself with his inventions. That natural curiosity in them was always torn away by shrieks of distant laughter or some other; a sign that there were more worthwhile things to have than his company.

Your lumen filled the void he so desperately had tried to ignore. The moment you came into his life he knew what it felt like to be wanted. Where he was used to seconds of notice, you provided as much as he cared to have and in those first few days he just spent hours holding you and having hope that there was someone out there that could love him.

Getting acquainted with your lumen, he had never known them to be so clever. The ones he had watched from afar seemed happy enough to wander from shoulder to shoulder, maybe reacting to the words of their fated. You were capable of so much more.

You knew which bolt he would be reaching for, where to hover to provide the best light on late nights. When he was satisfied and fulfilled by his work’s completion, you would be there to run circles around it and celebrate alongside him. You gave him all the praise you could with such limited expressions.

Loneliness was a distant memory with your lumen there beside him, and now as a rhythmic knock on the door echoes into the lab he can almost believe it was only ever a fictitious concept—a fabled nightmare in his youth. Gone are his days of solitude. The sun has broken through, regaling him with all he has ever craved.

“It’s noon already?” Jayce says, rolling out from under the latest invention. The swift movement sends his lumen tumbling off his thigh where it had been relaxing and into the air. It blinks, visibly annoyed as it dodges a soldering gun being set off to the side.

Jayce leans up, pulling his thick-rimmed goggles off to squint at the wall clock. He shrugs, unfazed by the time as he huddles his lumen out of the air and into his chest, likely to defuse its rising temper.

“Well, you won’t find me complaining.”

Rolling his eyes, Viktor limps to the side of the chalkboard overflowing with complex equations and hand drawn diagrams to procure his cane. He raises his voice to be heard from the hall.

“Come in!”

One of the double doors opens with ease, the other rattling as it’s partner separates from their shared seam. You occupy the space between them, a cloth bag hanging down on your right side as your left hand holds the edge of the door. Your head carefully peeks around it, eyes roving from Viktor to Jayce.

“Am I interrupting anything bordering on explosive?”

Jayce sniffs, brows furrowing at a strange smell, and glances over his shoulder. He is quick to turn off the gun as the ground beneath it begins to smoke.

“No, explosives are only on Tuesdays. You’re completely safe!” he calls, waving away the fumes and biting back a cough.

You step fully into the room, simpering at your old friend’s guilty smile before regarding Viktor as he makes his way across the room towards you. Floating at his hip, your lumen matches his pace, only parting ways with him when Viktor’s jumps out of your bag and into the air. He has been lively today which is always a good sign.

“Good day so far?” you ask, swallowing your amusement as he tugs you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. He had been getting more confident with greetings.

“It’s better now,” he answers, stepping around you. His hand on your hip moves to pull you with him, leaving you to hurriedly dig into the bag and whistle at Jayce.

The man turns from heeding his lumen, eyes widening as a wrapped sandwich flies his way. He barely catches it before it nails him in the face; the same can’t be said for fruit that bounces off his chest and rolls across the floor.

You follow behind Viktor, closing the door as Jayce yells, “You’re lucky that was an orange!”

Traveling down the hall and further on, you wait until you and Viktor breach the threshold of the academy gardens before asking him about his coffee intake.

“Only two cups,” he promises, finding your favorite bench near the center of the premises. “I switched to the tea you gave me after.”

He can tell how happy such a simple thing makes you, joy igniting your eyes. That and your lumen is up in the air, zipping to and fro.

It’s a beautiful day out, sun reaching every corner of the gardens as you sit and bask in the fresh air. Spring has officially rolled in, leaving the weather comfortable for students still dressed in their long sleeve uniforms.

Viktor takes in your attire, button down shirt cuffed at your elbows and completely open to reveal a top that isn’t meant to be alluring but is dreadfully so on you with the way it clings to your shape. It doesn’t help that you have paired it with a skirt that hugs your hips.

A feast for the eyes, he thinks, only partly embarrassed with his train of thought. Ones of that nature take up a good portion of his time with you, and he sees you practically every day.

This midday break is his newest alteration in his daily schedule. Light therapy and crisp air had been doing him more good than he ever thought possible, but really he thinks it’s seeing you everyday that has changed him.

While he had been tentative in regards to your advice and all the modifications in his diet at first, you had never once crossed any boundaries or discomforted him in your goal to care for his well-being. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been expecting such a drastic adjustment to his life. Once he realized you were a doctor (and an ingenious one, at that), he knew there was only so little time before the truth about his health came out. He was no stranger to the test results you brought back to him, having learned of them long ago after his first checkup upon becoming an official Piltover citizen.

He couldn’t afford to change his lifestyle then and before he could grasp how much time had passed, he had become too busy to even think about the consequences of leaving his condition unchecked for this long. So he thinks out of everyone to have been his fated, there is truly some divine intervention that came into play with the career path you chose. Or perhaps this is what they call “irony.”

“I’m always strict about these regimes with my patients,” you had told him when he’d appeared hesitant at studying your diet lists and timetables over dinner, “but all of this really only works if you work with it. I’m not going to force this down your throat and keep tabs on you—you’re a fully functioning adult. That and I don’t want you to start hating me when we just met.”

You’d laughed when you said it, but he could sense a real fear underlining your words. He surmised there was something there, personal enough to have you speak up. It was too early in your budding relationship to pry, still he could never see himself hating you. He had loved you too long. Too desperately. Besides his climbing goals with Hextech, you were his greatest dream come to life. Nothing would change that.

“Tell me of your day so far,” he asks as you set up lunch between the two of you. There are sliced sandwiches, lean meat and greens all wrapped in whole grain, a perfect serving of fruit, and grilled vegetables with spices that smell heavenly.

He has never had much of an appetite, having learned to survive on very little. But a month into this relationship with you and he has found himself eating at least two full courses a day and craving a snack or two in between. He can imagine that starving little boy of his youth curled up in bed with hunger pains. If only he knew the kindness that would be in store for him years down the line.

“Not much to tell, honestly,” you chirp, pulling out a small container with his designated vitamins. You motion for him to dig in as you go about organizing the capsules on a napkin. “Had a few appointments fly by before getting back to my research. There was some mail waiting for me when I dropped by my apartment to fix lunch.”

“Any news?” he hums after swallowing his third and final bite of the first half of his sandwich. For such a limber man, he could really put away his food when he wanted to.

You shrug. “Letter from my mom. She wanted to visit soon, check in.”

He has a mouth full of vegetables, eyes comically wide as he silently asks the question you’ve already expected.

“No, she doesn’t know about you, yet. I wouldn’t introduce you two until you were ready anyway.”

“If you wish it, I do not mind.” His focus cuts to the ground, the fork in his hand hovering over the fruit in thought. You can see the gears turning in his head.

“Hey,” you lean over the mini picnic to grab the hand resting in his lap, making sure he meets your eyes before you continue, “she will love you. You’re the perfect gentleman.”

“I am socially inept,” he deadpans as you laugh.

“Could have fooled me with how sauve you were on our first meeting.”

His eyebrows raise as you pull your hand back to bring your sandwich to your mouth. It isn’t cut into halves like his is. “What is this? Suave?”

You clear your throat as you chew, giving him your best smug expression with extended cheeks.

“How brazen of you,” you say in quite possibly the worst adaptation of his accent that he has ever heard. “I prefer dinner first, you know.”

The chuckles rumble from his chest as he plucks the first two vitamin capsules into his mouth. You pass him the thermos from your bag. It’s water infused with something—cucumber, perhaps? There is a slight aftertaste of mint as he swallows. Whatever is in it, it is remarkably refreshing.

“She’ll love you,” you repeat when his eyes meet yours again. “I promise.”

“Should I be expecting your father as well?” he teases, finally getting into the fruit. You are slow to reply and he realizes all too late that you have never mentioned your father, only your mother a handful of times.

“He’s not around,” you say, smile weak-willed. “You don’t have to worry about him.”

“I apologize—” he begins but you shake your head, taking another bite of your food.

“You didn’t know. It was bound to come up at some point.” A moment passes as you chew. “Not like he’s dead or anything. Just a sore subject for me and mom.”

“I see,” he murmurs, nodding. Glancing down, he manages to catch sight of the time on his wristwatch. “I should be getting back to the lab. Let’s finish this conversation over dinner?”

“Yours or mine?”

He smiles, stomach full but his heart even more so.

•

“I might’ve missed a step.”

Viktor can't help but laugh as you scrutinize the cookbook, flour powdering the tip of your nose. You take a deep breath as you read, humming and ultimately sneezing into the crook of your arm and doing a double take at the flour that rubs off on your sleeve.

“Do I have flour on my face?” you gasp, looking to him for acknowledgment. He grants you a noncommittal shrug. You take in the lovely sight of his boyish grin, getting your answer.

That cheerful look suits his face as he focuses on stirring the sauce. You were in charge of making the dough for the homemade pasta, but it wasn’t holding up very well. Maybe some more water? You already sprinkled the flour over it, though.

“It’s good to know you are not perfect in the ways of cooking,” he says as you say screw it and add tiny bits of water to the fishing lump in front of you. “You were beginning to unnerve me with so many talents.”

“What? I can't be a doctor and a great cook?”

“You have already proven extremely knowledgeable, your memory has a sharp accuracy for small details���”

“Is this about the sweet milk? How could I possibly forget you like sweet milk, Viktor?”

“You are a great listener,” he continues, glancing at you as you shake your head, not looking up at him. Shyness befits you. “I fear we are painfully unbalanced. What have I to give?”

“You make my tea just right,” you begin, finally getting the right consistency for the dough. “You are heights above me in the smart factor. Great conversationalist.”

He scoffs at that and you flick flour-infused water his way, giggling as he glares weakly in response.

“You are all I’ve ever wanted, Vik,” you assure him in a soft tone that has his ears flushing pink. He turns back to stirring the sauce. “Quit all the doubt and comparison and just do what feels right.”

Do what feels right. His eyebrows raise as he regards you again, chin turned over his shoulder to watch you roll out the dough. You have a crease on your forehead as you search the counter, mouth opening as you spy the pasta cutter. Viktor turns the stovetop down to the lowest setting as you reach for your tool.

For you, it’s a bit of a blur. Hand outstretched for the steel cutter before your wrist is seized and you're pulled away from the counter and into Viktor’s chest. A breath escapes in the sudden movement; you tilt your head up to look at him and spot your lumens above you flash as he kisses you.

It’s only been a few weeks—a month since you first laid eyes on him. The two of you had been taking things slow, brushing hands, giving sly kisses around the face but never on the lips, prodding deeper topics over food. You had pecked the corner of his mouth, particularly brave after dinner at your place last week. If it hadn’t been so late and his lab work hadn’t begun so early the next day, you think he would have done this. Would have cupped the side of your neck and melted into you as his lips pressed into yours.

It was well worth the wait.

Your hands come up of their own accord, sinking into the thick hair at his nape like they’s been dying to since you met the man. He gasps against your mouth when tug ever so slightly and that’s all you need to take a short breath and dive deeper, tongue snaking against his lips before slipping over his. You feel his other hand slide around your waist, the one on your neck slipping further around as his thumb brushes over your jaw and tilts your head back until he’s practically bearing down on you.

The pressure is divine, warmth fluctuating from your head to your toes and then cooking somewhere deeper, somewhere intimate.

He’s the first to pull away, leaving you panting and bleary-eyed as he kisses along your jawline. He ends on your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine as it curls against your skin.

“That felt right,” he whispers and you sigh, nodding as your nose brushes the side of his face.

You open your eyes fully and smile as you find your lumens nesting close on top of the icebox. When Viktor parts from you, you gasp and laugh as you realize your flour-ridden hands have left his hair a mess.

“Oh no,” you say, attempting to pull a few clumps free as he chuckles and shakes his head. A good bit falls away but he’ll need a shower to completely rid himself of the moist powder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he hums, nuzzling his nose with yours. “You may coat every inch of me in flour if it means I can kiss you.” •

A year goes by with much success. Hextech has grown to be renowned, changing worldwide travel and trade routes for the better. It’s a great feat and leaves more funds for Jayce and Viktor to work on more personal projects with the hex core.

Heimerdinger is incredibly pleased with their innovative ideas and brings Viktor aside one day to personally congratulate him in his endeavors.

“Something has changed in you,” he comments, eyes running him up and down. “Not nearly as put out as you usually are after going to such extremes in the lab night after night. You’re taking good care of yourself, I presume?”

Viktor smiles to himself, eyes drifting your lumen as you sidle up his arm and into his neck.

“Something like that.”

“Ah,” sings Heimerdinger, a knowing look in his eyes as he nods. “I’ve seen your partner drop by on a few occasions. I’d very much like to meet them one of these days.”

“Of course, professor.”

When he returns to the lab where Jayce resides, shuffling through a plethora of notes, he welcomes him back warmly.

“Good things?” he asks, concentration split between his confidant and the papers.

“Good things,” Viktor answers, cane clicking against the floor. He sways to a sudden stop as your lumen shoots for the ceiling, practically bouncing off the walls as you make your way around the spacious room. Jayce yelps as you fly over his desk, sending his papers scattering into the air.

The men share a look of mild shock before you twirl around Viktor’s frame. He attempts to grab you, but you are much too quick for him.

“What has gotten into you, little star?” he calls, growing dizzy just watching you.

“Must be some good news on (y/n)’s end, too.” Jayce guffaws as you ping right into the window, squished against the pane for a moment before slowly rolling down.

“See now? That is what happens when you race around,” Viktor sighs, limping over. He is just in time to catch you as you spill over the window ledge. Despite such a rough hit, you are still blazing like a fire in the dead of a cold’s winter night. Whatever has launched you over the moon isn’t going to wear off so soon.

Jayce scrambles to get the notes back into a cohesive bunch while Viktor takes to the chalkboard to double check his numbers. A few minutes go by before Jayce grips all of the papers in one hand again. He sets them back on the edge of his desk and bends down to make sure he hasn’t missed any.

“There,” he sighs, doing a double take at the top sheet of the pile as he rises. “A-ha! There it is.”

His finger barely skims the parchment before one of the doors slam against the wall. The gusto with which it opens sends all the papers up into the air again, leaving Jayce to dip his head and groan. The annoyance is quick to fade as you run by, taking a grand leap over sliding sheets as you yell Viktor’s name.

“It’s not even eleven, yet!” Jayce complains.

“What? What is it?” Viktor exclaims as you round his desk. He isn’t prepared as you jump at him. Your weight slams into him, sending the two of you to the floor as his cane spirals away.

Your laughing chases away the concern and pain of hitting the hard ground as you straddle him. Your hair is windswept, cheeks glistening with fresh tears. Your breath comes out in short takes as your face hovers over his.

“My love?” he questions again, bringing his hands up to push your hair back from your face.

“I ran your tests again,” you choke out, beaming. “Everything came back clean!”

“What?” Viktor stares up at you, mind in tangles as you nod. “You mean…?”

“All the traces in your lungs, everything! Gone!” Your eyes well with tears. “You’re cured.”

“He was sick?!” Jayce's voice echoes in the background. You turn, leaning up to try and peer over the desk at him as you break off into blithe mirth. Viktor sees both of your lumens cavorting in the air above, just as carefree with joy.

“It’s gone,” he murmurs, completely in awe. All these years he had thought his illness would surely catch up with him. The coughs had only been getting worse before, but now he is just realizing he can’t even recall the last time he choked on his breaths or felt too weak to get out of bed. “This in only a year?”

“To be fair I had you on, like, three or four different regimes,” you explain, crossing your arms and not at all aware of how you’re sitting atop him as if you belong there (you very much do).

Your eyes stare somewhere behind him, lost in thought.

“Sunlight was a big factor and then you had the vitamins and supplements, diet factors—had to force you to get more sleep because those all nighters were compromising your immune system. Then you had my personal research come into play—”

You're cut off as two, warm hands pull your head down. Viktor has always had a talent of leaving you speechless and today is no different as he locks you into a passionate kiss that has your toes curling in your shoes.

It doesn’t last as long, but it leaves you breathless all over again. It’s a much better feeling compared to the heart attack you nearly had running here.

“I love you,” Viktor says, lifting his head to kiss your forehead, then both cheeks—he keeps going until you're laughing. “Desperately, I love you.”

“I know,” you peck his mouth, glancing between both eyes. “Love you just as much, Vik. That’s why I bullied you so much.”

He grunts, reminiscing the few arguments you had worked through from you dragging him home after late nights of hopeful discovery. You gave him two passes a week, but on the third hell reigned. He doubts that will change, even now.

“Thank you for the bullying,” he whispers,” and for caring as much as you do.”

“We should celebrate!” Jayce calls again, leaving both of your shoulders shaking in amusement. “Early lunch, maybe—I FOUND IT!”

The sound of rattling paper has Viktor rolling his eyes before running his thumb up your jaw, just admiring you.

“Early lunch, my love?” he asks.

“With you?” you hum, eyes almost as bright as your lumen. “Always.”

*note: just wanted to thank y’all from the bottom of my heart for blowing this fic up on here. your comments and support have changed my life and i love each and every one of you so so much. hope you enjoyed the second and final part to this little one shot! jinx’s will follow soon!

[motthe]

assuming that vik has his little girl and actually gets sick either it be fro the core or of the fumes in zaun it doesn't really matter what does matter is his daughter's reaction and how reader's lumen reacts to a very sad and most likely constantly crying/whining toddler who is being ripped from her father-daughter time.

anon: what would happen if viktor got sick even though doc reader is like a hawk? how would the munchkin react to her dad collapsing and not being allowed to see or lay on his chest like usual?

don’t know what a lumen is? check here for all info!!!

we gonna do this headcannon/story style because damn my heart can’t take writing a real drabble or going into a description of his sad little baby so this is as much as i can do. i cant with this rn 😭💔

when you get the message from jayce that viktor was found collapsed in the lab, you realize with a start that viktor’s lumen is nowhere to be found. it a rush of finding him back in your bed where you had been sleeping, pocketing him in his weak state and grabbing extra clothes and snacks and waking your baby girl up bc it’s late and you’re not letting anyone take care of her when vik is going to need all the “healing kisses” he can get from his little princess

you would have known his condition was worsening, both from being a doctor and having his lumen constantly too weak to float. you likely would have gotten into arguments over it because he refuses to sit back and rest. but you don’t have the heart to keep him from his passion and he always comes back to you and your child because as much as he doesn’t want to show you two how bad it’s getting, wants to stay hidden in his lab and away from the realization that every kiss he gets from his beautiful family might be the last—

needless to say, when he wakes up with jayce to tell him the bad news, it’s a choice of figuring out how the hell to fix this or being with his family for whatever time he has left. he knows his answer with your lumen tucked up under his ear.

when the door opens and his little girl flies in and jumps onto the bed (still not quite tall enough to get up without some help), he has to keep from laughing lest he irritate his lungs.

“help me!” she whines up at her ‘uncle’ jayce. “papa needs his healing kisses!”

“yes he does!” jayce breathes, plucking her up. “stay off his chest though, alright? you’re getting too heavy.” he pretends to struggle as he sets her down next to viktor’s side.

“no i’m not!” she gasps, hands on her hips. she quickly forgets what’s she pouting about once vik’s weak hand comes up to tuck her wild hair behind an ear. “papa! i have all the healing kisses!”

he chuckles, lifting an arm to let her snuggle into his side. she is extra careful after jayce’s comment, much too bright for her age and much too cautious around her father. he hates it. he hates that he has to hide his wince as she kisses his cheek, turning away to cough and cutting off her smooch session.

the sight of her worried face she turns to look at you hovering in the doorway nearly has you breaking down right there.

jayce gives you a hug, whispering a few words before you close your eyes and bury your face into his neck letting him hold you as you fight back the tears.

all he said was “i’m sorry” but you knew what that meant. you know what that entails.

pulling it together, you wish him a good night and thank him for finding viktor and getting him to safety. you’re still hovering by the door as he leaves, watching viktor hold his daughter as she settles down. her kisses have ended, a tension in the air as she holds him close and stares at the wall. you know she’s too smart for her own good.

viktor beckons you with the arm that isn’t wrapped around your baby girl, a grin on his pale lips. “there is always room for you, my star.”

you let the tears fall quietly, walking to the chair by the bed to rest your head above his shoulder, right where you lumen floats away to find his in your pocket and bleed all the love you can into it. viktor rests his cheek on you. you clutch his cold hand tightly.

“it’ll be alright,” he whispers. “i’ll find a way.”

“we’ll find a way,” you sniff, swallowing a whimper as you kiss his shoulder.

“you’re not gonna leave, papa?” your little angel sniffs, curling deeper into his side. “right?”

“who could ever leave you behind, my miracle?” he strokes her head gently as she cries herself to sleep, kissing your head as he feels your tears wet his hospital gown. “who could leave either of you behind?”

[motthe]

okok i know your requests are closed so feel free to push this aside, BUT i have a request for viktor that i thought was cute

ok so the reader is besties with Mel and they end up overhearing Mel and Jayce discussing Viktor research, and they offer to assist them cause why not? so they meet Viktor, they start working, and the readers like “this Russian guy? super hot, i will now try seducing him” and they take to flirting and buying little gifts, maybe even talking about how pretty his eyes or hair is, but Viktor takes it as them poking fun at him. so time goes on and the reader keeps at it until one day viktor snaps (full on in their face, maybe standing up as straight as possible to tower over them 😳), but instead of upsetting the reader, they just find it really hot and say something like “could you get any hotter” which would definitely convince viktor that “yo this person is actually into me, like really into me😳”

it’s a very long request, and i did speed run through the idea, but if you do decide to write it, feel free to interpret it however you see fit, and make it as long as your heart desires💕

Jayce is taking a break, sipping his cold coffee by the windows of the lab. He is in the middle of making a grimace when he spots you outside, taking the academy steps two at a time with a box in your hands and a smile on your face. Eyes narrowing, he turns his head with a slowness that catches Viktor's attention from his desk across the room.

All it takes is that slim-lipped grin and Viktor is letting his face fall into his hands with a groan.

"Lock the door, please," he breathes, rubbing the corners of his eyes. "It's too early for this."

"You have to love their persistence," Jayce chuckles, starting for the door with the goal of reheating his coffee and not locking the door. Viktor just sinks lower into his seat. "C'mon, if you didn't like it you would have tossed 'em to the curb weeks ago."

"No, I would not." He rolls his eyes as his lab partner raises a brow, hand on the knob and waiting. "They are a friend of Councilor Medarda. Treating them rudely wouldn't end well in my favor."

"I say give 'em a chance and see how it goes. Maybe they'll grow on you."

"You and I both know this is a poor attempt at a joke."

"What joke would go on this long? C'mon, Viktor, you're a catch and you know it."

"I won't dignify that with a response," he huffs, leaning back towards his desk to return to his notes. He knew it was meaningless with you on the way. "Bring me back a cup if you please."

"Sure, sure," Jayce sings, waving as he opens the door. When he faces the hall he smiles at the sight of you, hand raised to knock and that little package held close to your chest for protection. "Well, isn't this a surprise?"

"Morning, Jayce," you greet, beaming. He still can't figure why Viktor won't be sweet on you, with your affectionate personality and kind face. Sure, you're hounding him with this crush of yours, but at least you're making it clear where your intentions lie. "Is Viktor in?"

You peer around him into the room, eyes glinting as you spot a familiar form hunched over his desk.

"He is, indeed," Jayce assured, moving to the side to allow you entry. "Keep him company for me while I fetch some coffee?"

"Of course!" you chirp with all the energy of a bullet.

Jayce salutes to Viktor as he leaves, the brunet catching his silent words as the door closes behind him.

Be nice.

Viktor fights not to roll his eyes, scowling down at his notebook as your footsteps click closer.

"Good morning, Vik! You're looking as handsome as always."

Heat works its way up his neck (as it usually does where your compliments are concerned). He glances to his left as a cardboard box is set down, the smell of something sweet tickling his nose. He feels his stomach rumble, but he refuses to keep playing this game with you.

"I'm not hungry," he says, flipping to another page in his notes. Focus, he needs to focus.

"You can save it for a snack! It's those little pumpkin rolls, and don't try to say you don't them! I know you do."

"What makes you say that?"

"Little bird told me. I got extra cream cheese spread, too." His stomach grumbles again as he silently curses Jayce. "What're you working on today, sir genius?"

"The usual."

"Those Hexcore transmitters? Or are you still amping the blueprints for the gloves again?"

He blinks, head only turning a bit as the shock settles. He knew you were here to constantly tease him, but he never thought you actually listened when he would (very rarely) go into what he and Jayce were working on that week.

"Uh, yes," he murmurs, moving to stand. He looks for his cane before you're leaning behind him, grabbing the apparatus and handing it to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He squints at your smile, glancing down at the pastry box before returning his gaze to your eyes.

"Why do you keep on with this?"

You blink at him, head tilting. "With what, handsome?"

Ah, there goes that heatstroke again.

"Would you quit with the incessant teasing?" he hisses, something popping in the far corner of his mind. "I don't know what you expect to get out of this, but I want no part in it!"

The silence that fills the pause after his exclamation has him catching his breath. You stare at him almost blankly and it's a terrifying realization to think he might have upset you. He is prepared for you to leave, perhaps yell back, or confiscate those delicious pumpkin rolls.

Instead, you just sigh, crossing your arms as you stare at something on his desk.

"You're even hot when you're angry--it's not fair."

"I--what?" he chokes out. "You aren't upset with me for raising my voice?"

"Viktor you can yell at me all you want," you laugh, "but until you tell point blank you hate my guts and never want to see me again, I'm gonna be here to give you snacks and praises. You deserve to be loved on, you know?"

His face must be red by now. There is no way in all of Runeterra it isn't.

"So you...aren't doing the joking? With all the endearments?"

"Of course not! I like you bunches, Viktor! You're handsome and I am insanely attracted to you, so accept my gifts and finally go out on a date with me."

You clear your throat, swinging your arms at your sides as you look away. It's the first time he has ever seen you flustered.

"Please?"

Sighing, he rubs at the back of his neck. This whole time he thought you just enjoyed teasing him, but you were as genuine as your gifts were.

"Are you free tonight?" he mumbles.

A gasp has the both of you jumping, heads turning to find Jayce halfway through the door with two steaming cups of coffee.

"Did you finally crack him?!" he shrieks, smiling wide as you giggle and nod. "Way to go! I knew you could do it!"

"Give me my coffee," Viktor growls, turning to head for the chalkboard and continue his work from the night prior. Feeling a tug at his sleeve, he turns to find you smiling up at him.

"I'm free," you say.

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AHHHH THE LITTLE LUMEN AND VIKTOR JUST COLLAPSING TO THE GROUND AND THEY’RE BOTH SHAKING AND CRYING IN THE KITCHEN

HOW DID VIKTORS LUMEN REACT WHEN IT REALIZED THAT READER WAS TURNING INTO ASH!!

(Viktor’s lumen seems to be very chill and not very energetic, but I think out of panic this is one of the few times reader would see him zooming around and blinking frantically)

*ringing a giant ass bell* "MORE ANGST HERE FOLKS GET YOUR ANGST!" if you haven't read the headcannons we're talking about you can find them here.

so during your last moments, which are so incredibly short because that core absorbs shit as fast as it ruins lives, his lumen definitely reacts both bc viktor is going nuts over at the lab and rushing home and because the lumen itself is realizing its chosen mate is dying and that connection is fading. it's so fucking sad you guys because there you were packing some late dinner for the love of your life, sipping your warm tea from the mug you adore bc he got it for you and you miss him terribly, but you're not alone. his lumen is always sitting on your shoulder, resting against your neck because he never has the energy to float anymore, not unless it's a good day and the last good day you can't even recall.

and anon from this ask is to thank for the pain of hearing viktor's last words before the pain hits and you feel everything being sucked out of you from the inside and you've never felt this before, this excruciating agony that you're being eaten alive, stolen away. in the midst of all this, you can see his lumen getting a second breath and his light is bright but flashing because it knows what's happening. you're so scared, so upset to see him so concerned and fearful but there's a tinge of happiness before everything stops and you fade

because he's flying all on his own again. all on his own.

[motthe]

Ok question, I saw in one of your lumen hc that viktor was all mopey and sad other kids would start getting their lumens and showing them off. Now that viktor got his lumen would he also be one of those kids showing it off to the other kids or would just be keeping it to himself?

as a young boy vik would definitely want to keep your lumen to himself as he lived in zaun and you were brighter than the best working lightbulbs down here—there is a black market for stolen lumens, he’s seen it and he’s not taking any chances letting you get swiped just because he decided to be careless. maybe if you weren’t so spectacular, but you are and the unique ones that show up down here are rarely because of fated partner. no, he keeps you close to his heart, tucked under his thickest jacket out of protection (not like silco who does it out of fear of weakness). unless he’s in his room or somewhere he knows he’s alone, you’ll be hidden but the first day he’s out of the shadows and up on the surface to study and become an inventor he will enjoy seeing you dance in the sun. (but it’s funny, really, because he thought it’d be brighter but it’s nothing compared to you)

[motthe]

Viktor and I have the exact same stringbean body type, so we'll be sharing clothes left and right, peep me waking up in one of Viktor's shirts while he's wearing one of mine in return.

omfg YES. I’m dying because i can totally see the both of you glancing at each other one day and wondering if either of you own a shirt the other never touches or viktor legitimately forgetting what’s his and what’s yours when it comes button downs and turtlenecks. at least y’all don’t share the same shoe sizes…right? 👀

[motthe]

i probably couldnt wear viktor’s clothes because i’m bigger (but shorter) than him but i Am kind of falling for the thought of him wearing my sweaters 🥺

*pterodactyl screech* HE SO FUCKING WOULD—HE’D LOVE TO WEAR YOUR SWEATERS BECAUSE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL WARM WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND TO HOLD HIM AND MARK MY WORDS IF ANYONE LOOKS AT HIM WEIRD FOR WEARING THEM (i’m looking at you jayce) HE WILL RAISE HIS EYEBROW AT THEM AND JUST GO, “I see you don’t know what real love is like.” man just shrugs and purses his lips. “a shame.”

[motthe]

well because SOMEBODY wanted sad viktor lumen hcs and you provided wondrously, i decided to counter with this because holy shit that was too sad: the moment both him and you first hear each others' voices through your lumens. could be at different times, too, but the sheer excitement and joy you'd feel would be palpable in the air. after all, who wouldn't be excited to hear their soulmate's voice for the first time?

LETS GET SOME HAPPY SHIT UP IN HERE FINALLY—if you haven’t read it yet this is some prequel headcannons for a house call

fluff and joy under the cut 💛 slight spoilers for arc 3 with viktor’s childhood

oh my god this is so exciting to headcannon about hmmmm when would y’all hear each other…

i want to think it happens young for viktor, when he is at his lowest point and you know it and hold his lumen close just aching because you want to be there with him to hold him, comfort him

it’s after leaving behind Rio and Singed and those awful experiments to keep her alive

he feels awful abandoning her, but he can’t go back—not after that. for once he feels like death might be the better option, she looked like she was suffering so much

he cries softly but deeply, compassion breaking him a part as he curls into his bed

seeing your glow behind his eyelids, he opens his eyes to you, golden irises flushed by red as he sniffs and sits up, pulling you closer as you blink warily at him

“i’m okay,” he says, still choked up, “don’t worry”

holding you in both hands, he caresses his thumbs over you, hoping—praying you’ll never go through something like Rio does and the tears begin to fall again

“please don’t cry—i’m here”

he jumps, looking around for the disembodied voice before he stares back at you, glowing warmly up at him from his palms

“h-hello?” he murmurs to you, listening intently. he couldn’t have imagined it—that voice was too clear. “was that you?”

he doesn’t hear the voice again for some time, a few weeks at the most, but when he does anything burdening him is thrown off his shoulders as he beams, eyes lighting up as he pulls you to him, whispering, “I knew it. i knew it was you—your voice is as beautiful as you are”

the first time you hear him, you’re studying for your first medical exam years later

you’re beyond stressed and near tears, running your hands through your hair because this shit is hard

were you really cut out to be a doctor? if this was your first exam, what would the others be like?

you end up breaking down in your dorm, slamming the textbook shut as you push away from your desk and you draw your knees up into you and cry

you can feel him nudging against your ear, softness curling against it as a deep, baritone voice whispers, “it is alright, my star. be strong. i’m here.”

slowly lifting your head, you wipe your eyes and crane your neck to stare at your lumen, wide-eyed

“um…hello?” you croak, coughing and brow furrowing as you pull him around to eye level. “did you say something?”

you know he did—he had a fucking accent you can’t just imagine that shit—

“AH-HA!” you yell, pointing at your lumen as you roll over in bed a week later having heard his “sweet dreams, little one.”

kicking your blankets off as you squeal, you squish your lumen to your cheek and sigh

“i knew it had to be you—your accent is so cute i could die!!”

meanwhile viktor is studying for his own exams not far off, eyeing your bouncing form as you careen around him

“weren’t you just dozing off?” he chuckles, attempting to catch you with one hand while he continues to write notes with the other. “come here, you’re my little star, not a shooting one—”

[motthe]

I’m back with another Viktor lumen experiment question ahhaha (this is the last one I swear!) how would the readers lumen react? I remember you saying the lumen’s act on their own (forgive me if I remember incorrectly >.<) so I was wondering if the lumen would’ve tried to like comfort Viktor or try to stop him in someway like blocking his vision or smth? Would there be anything different to the lumen afterwards as well or no?

SPOILERS FOR ARC 3. PLEASE don’t worry about asking lumen questions I ADORE THEM 🥺❤️ and your lumen totally would have tried to intervene the first few times with that core. more under the line!

i like to think that lumens are a type of old age magic from long before that have lived through everything and that the core would react to if lumens ever got too close (maybe even almost absorbed you at one point and could have changed viktor’s mind early on about working with it if it almost hurt you—or maybe could have killed you. I said you couldn’t be killed through your lumen by a person but the core is a whole other ordeal).

but i think after a close call or the fact that you tend to wander in his lab sometimes, he would probably take to locking you up beforehand to be extra careful. of course this would spur arguments because you feel that short distance between him and your lumen but once it’s made clear it’s for your protection (bc let’s be honest the lab isn’t a safe place even for the inventors) it becomes a regular thing.

depending on the route and how things lead up to viktor using the core on himself (because the lumen au was always made in mind to counteract a lot of the bad stuff that happens in the series and possibly even change the ending) your lumen would have been raging in a cage trying to get out and prevent vik from doing that or if we’re looking at ANGST, might have very well taken Sky’s place and gotten sucked into the core. following the first idea, your lumen wouldn’t have changed at all physically since nothing happened to you as you weren’t there but I think it would been the slightest bit scared to approach vik after his transformation (because that magic is fucking terrifying). he def would have noticed that, too, putting even more focus into if what he was doing was the right thing.

but guys seriously, he was doing all of that because he was sick and running out of time. THERE’S A REASON THE READER IS A DOCTOR IN HIS FIC IM JUST SAYING. THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT.

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I’m in love with ur lumen Viktor fic it’s fucking fantaSTIC!!! But I have a question, would there be any difference to his lumen after his experiment with the shimmer and hextech combo? Like would it start acting different or show a slight different color? I’m dying of curiosity!!!

GOOD FUCKING QUESTION. SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ARC 3 OF ARCANE. Seeing as lumens react to their physical person’s mental/physical state, it def would be blinking a lot in fear/excitement during the process of him interacting with the hextech core, and then the lumen would fade in color and brightness in very dire situations (him passing out, in pain). I think after getting the hextech leg, a piece of his lumen would change from that warm brown i pictured him as to the black-purple streaked magic of hextech for sure. because like, he’s definitely physically changed because of the magic, so therefore a piece of his soul would have changed because of it too. that’s my interpretation at least!

[motthe]

Hi! I love your fics!!!

After the Silco one, I had an idea I wanted to ask about. You mentioned about Vander’s lumen going away after his soulmate died, then my mind went to Viktor (my favorite 💜)… what would happen if that happened to Viktor like it did Vander?

oof that hurts to think about. if we’re talking it happens sort of the same way—as in viktor loses you too early in life and never gets a chance to meet you, like vander—i think a lot of things would happen.

mostly viktor pushing himself more into his research (or school if it happened that early). i think he would refuse to let the shock sink in, somehow believe the soulmate bond just didn’t work out and you found love elsewhere, but he knows about lumens and has done so much studying on them since he got one. he knows it crumbling to stardust like that is the worst thing that can happen to one, and it’s not you leaving him as much as he would rather that be the case. so i think in the confinement of his lab, late into the night when something screws up, he just explodes. something else has broken on him, but he can fix this he can’t fix you—you’re gone and he’ll never know you, never know the one person fate had tied to him because their love would have been so perfect for each other. i think he grieves alone, deeply in that dark space and doesn’t come out of the state for some time. i think he decides then and there, that if the one person who would love him like that is gone, then his work should be his first focus, always. you could have died in Zaun because he hadn’t made anything of worth to truly help his home and change the lives down there—he will change that. he’ll put everything into his work. some people never receive a lumen or never have a chance to meet them, just like him. he’ll survive alongside those people and he will make his life worth it. he’ll make himself worthy of you, the one person he will never know.

[motthe]

when the cold/unfeeling/robotic character (coughviktorcough) has a single person they care about whom they call 'their heart' who's more important to them than anyone else is when i lose my sense of composure and sob so hard

DONT GET ME STARTED—i’m on hiatus right now but i’m still writing in my free time when i can and answering asks—BUT OH MY GOD THIS MAN HAS SO MUCH TO GIVE ONE HE HAS SOMEONE TO GIVE IT TO AND SOMEONE TO ACCEPT HIM AS HE IS. He’s stoic and stern because he has to be that way or he’ll let the loneliness get to him but you??? the one person who loves him and smiles every time he meets your gaze? how could he not let those walls fall? the man’s a simp for the one that holds his heart and he wouldn’t have it any other way. i will be sobbing with you bye