#viktor x nb!reader

[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

-Cookie Run

-Arcane

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

ARCANE

- Viktor

- Jayce Talis

- Vi

- Jinx

- Sevika

- Caitlyn Kiraaman

- Mel Medarda

- Ambessa Medarda

- Salo

- Lest

- Vander

- Silco

- Ekko

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

COOKIE RUN

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- White Lily Cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Pure Vanilla Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Burning Spice Cookie

- Shadow Milk Cookie

- Wind Archer Cookie

- Moonlight Cookie

- Sea Fairy Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Frost Queen Cookie

- Stormbringer Cookie

- Elder Faerie Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Stardust Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie

- Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

- Street Urchin Cookie

- Rebel Cookie

- Mozzarella Cookie

- Burnt Cheese Cookie

- Smoked Cheese Cookie

- Captain Caviar Cookie

- Financier Cookie

- Crunchy Chip Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Affogato Cookie

- Tea Knight Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Almond Cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Kumiho Cookie

- Milk Cookie

- Werewolf Cookie

- Vampire Cookie

(There’s just a lot)

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN (in dms if you prefer) ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[whynotjohnlock]

ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR ARCANE

Hello feral Jayvik, Timebomb, and Caitvi shippers, I feel the creative juices pumping right now, and I one again am ready for requests about my current hyper fixation!

I'd also like to try some little headcannons or short stories with (Character x ____! Reader)

I wright gender neutral (With they/them pronouns) unless requested otherwise. I find it annoying how most fanfiction is for girls but nothing is mentioned beforehand about the gender of the reader, so some people (like myself) have to close out of fanfic half way through because of mischaracterization of me. (I'm NB)

In case you don't really like romance, I'm completely fine with just talking about how you would become friends with a character. (I LOVE TO MAKE PLANTONIC AND JUST FLUFF WORKS PLEASE THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH LIFE)

Please don't request smut. there are plenty of other blogs who will wright that, but this is not one of them.

I'd love to wright these characters for x reader:

Ekko (the only one with some sanity left)

Jinx (CHAOS)

Mel (love you queen)

Jayce Talis ( golden retriever energy with a dash of bi panic intensifies)

Viktor (the final, glorious, cuddle)

Vander (please, stop killing him)

Violet (her name should be violence though)

Caitlyn Kiramman ( Mrs. violence)

I also love plantonic things with Isha, she is so cute.

Ships I'm interested in (to wright):

Jayvik (they're gay in every universe, I swear)

Caitvi (The textbook definition of people that through a desk over in couple's therapy when their therapist says they both have anger issues.

Timebomb (Damn you for that stupid song when they dance that I keep bursting into tears thinking about)

Zaundads (I can only wright them in the universe where they're happy)

If you have any questions about what is appropriate to request please just send me an ask! I'm happy to answer any questions!

Love you all!

[mang0tang00]

Scenario: Feeling alone but Viktor isn’t there to comfort you this time.

Viktor x NB! Reader

Word count: 634

Warnings: Angst, rambling, description of abandonment-ish, no happy ending just hurting, not proof read

Loneliness .

lonely.

alone.

You.

You are alone.

Waiting.

You've been waiting.

Waiting for who?

Viktor.

Why wait for someone when you know the outcome of every conversation about the loneliness. Why do you let it get this bad? You didn't mean for it to get this bad. You hate the way your mouth becomes stitched shut once you want to become vulnerable. When you thought you were being vulnerable, you have many more walls you didn't know you had. You know why you're alone. But being alone is what you're afraid of. What's that saying again? You attract what you fear? Is it true then? I’m attracting the loneliness I so desperately want to escape? But my escape was Viktor. Where's Viktor?

You look around the darkened room. When did it get so dark? You get up from the desk and look at the ticking clock. Almost midnight again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

You slap the clock onto the floor. You never liked that clock anyway. You closed your notebook filled with what reminds you of him.

Viktor, him, your partner. Where was he again? Oh right the lab, only other place he'd be.

Gathering your things you look around the space you two live in together. The small corners on the tables and stands dulled from the constant dumping and rubbing against. The room where personalities collide into harmony and a beautiful story. Except it's just you. Alone. Should you go to him? No, let him come to you.

Stubbornness.

It's what's driving you two apart.

Viktors fear of inadequacy rising, being unnoticed, un spoken and causing a tremble.

Your fear of being alone, not being able to rely on those you trust. More trembles.

Trembling becomes violent.

Clashing. Yelling. Words never meant to be said to the one you love. Mistake.

Was it a mistake? No you were right he's wrong. Viktor acts like a no it all so just this once can he be wrong…?

But he's not, he knows you. You're hiding from him again when you're right in front of him. You promised to let him know when things got bad again but in the wrong way. He knows now but it came out too snarky, too aggressive, too misunderstood. Festering.

God why can't you just let him in. Why can't you just let yourself in? Stubbornness?… no wrong word again. You are afraid.

Afraid of what you are not a child cowering in a bed, trembling because of the darkness and your eyes tricking you into seeing something scary. But you are trembling while standing at the door making an illusion of something you know is not true. Viktor understands now, you talked. Talked? No, it was yelling. He is right. You’re pulling away and fulfilling the same thoughts you two share.

You’re inadequate for each other .

Lies.

Lies.

Loneliness.

“Viktor please I’m sorry…” you heaved with such sadness that sounds like regret, unwillingness?

“Y/n?” You look up like a puppy in trouble. Hesitation is clear to Viktor.

“Look Viktor… I’m sorry, my words hurt and I’m so sorry. I felt alone again and scared. Scared about how you’re knowing more and more about me. Too many things that make me vulnerable…” That's good! You’re getting good words out. He understands, hopefully.

“I just have a hard time putting my feelings into words. I don’t want to lose you but I am. I am and I hate seeing it happen and don’t know how to fix it!.”

You finally make eye contact again.

Void.

Void of emotion.

Void of life.

This is why you bit your tongue. This is why you sat like a dog loyal to an owner who doesn’t care. No words. No movement. Not anything. This isn’t Viktor.

This is the Machine Harold.

[blitz3--0]

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Hello Im Blitz! I use He/It/Xey pronouns and please respect and use them or just leave. I'm a minor who is an artist and writer! I have my own world that I create and will post about here.

What I will write

Romance

Oc's x CC, Oc x Oc, Cc x Cc

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Drabbles

Headcannons

Imagines

GN! Readers that includes Trans and Nb readers as well. If your a cis woman please fuck off you have 80-85% of fanfics.

Fandoms I Will Write

MW2 (141, Los Vaqueros, König, Horangi Oc's)

Haikyuu (Karasuno, Aba Josai, Nekoma all aged up)

JJK (Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Nobara, Megumi, Mai + Mei, Panda, Inumaki, all aged up)

YOI (Viktor, Yuri, Yurio, Otabek)

OHSHC (Kyoya, Tamaki, Haruhi, Mori, Honey, all aged up)

Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev, more as I get more into the Series)

Spider verse (Miguel, Gwen, Miles, Peter.B)

TMA (John, Martin, Tim, Sasha, Elias, Peter Lucas, Micheal Shelly, Oliver Banks, Georgie, Basira, Melanie, Daisy, Breekon +Hope)

Doctor Who (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, Rose, Donna, Clara, Martha, Jack Harkness, Amy)

What I Will Not Write

Smut

Self unaliving

S/H

Period stuff

Incest

Pedophilia

Fandoms I Won't Write

WTNV(haven't seen enough)

MHA

DSMP

I will add more as time goes on

I Will Refuse Any And All Requests That I Feel Uncomfortable And Disagree With Spamming Requests Will Get You Blocked Please Be Respectful As I Am A Full Time Student With Extracurricular Activities. Thank You!

[motthe]

the house call

i’m still on hiatus but i’ve been watching arcane so here *throws fic and runs*

summary: Viktor is often left yearning for his soulmate, aching to know what makes them so bright and energetic. Thanks to Jayce, he gets to find out.

trigger warnings: none

Viktor x nb/gn!reader

lumen - the physical embodiment of your soulmate.

lumens take on the form of a small ball of light and vary in color from person to person. when you meet your soulmate your lumen will emit a bright light and upon brushing with your soulmate’s lumen they both will give off a flash of light.

It’s nearly four in the morning when he nods off, cheek weighing on lean fingers as the pen stops trailing across the paper. Strands of hair fall over his brow, kissing his lashes as they flutter close only to blink open as something nudges his jaw. The faint golden glow gives you away.

Beams of light stretch out over his desk as you rub under his chin, supporting his head as he lets his hand fall from his cheek to your soft form. You make yourself at home in the curve of his palm as he lifts you to his lips, whispering a soft, “I know.”

Your luminance pulses, a likely deterrent. He can hear your voice whisper back, more an echo than a response, “Go to bed.”

If you had heard him that was a rarity in and of itself. Emotions can pass over fairly easily, painting a clear enough picture of what you are attempting to get across. Voice messages are few and far between with lumens, but he clings to them when he can. Your words are all he ever wants to hear most days.

Sighing, you brush along his face and he smiles because that is your favorite spot—nestled right up against the flat side of his angular nose. He also thinks you prefer it for location’s sake; you want to be his center of attention but never in the way of his work. It makes his heart ache.

“All right, all right,” he breathes, a ghost of a chuckle in his tone as he scoops you away from batting against his skin. You’re growing upset for every minute he remains cognizant. “I will go to bed now, little ram. Quit your bashing.”

He pushes you away with two fingers, far enough so that he can grab his crutch and rise from his chair without any interference. As soon as he drops his hand you drift right back to him, taking up residence in the crook of his neck as he stretches. He had been sitting in that hunched position for far too long.

Bending over his work desk and ignoring the monstrous mess of papers scattered across it, he switches the lamp off and allows you to light his way to the door and from there, home.

Your brilliance always astounds him, especially in the dark confines of his little apartment. Some days he can’t believe he was ever ashamed of it. The time where your light had been too much for him—where he had been embarrassed by peers complaining his lumen posed too much of a distraction in class. He had taken to hiding you away in a shirt pocket or even his satchel. It was only when you had begun to dim that he realized how much he was hurting you. One of his biggest regrets, by far. He wouldn’t dare hide you now. If you wanted to light up a room, he would be there to watch the audience go blind.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as you hover near the keyhole, his key having missed the first few times. “You’re very observant for a floating ball of light.”

You blink at his comment and run circles up his arm as the door opens. It pulls a laugh from his dry throat.

“Always with the energy. I wish for even half of it.”

He wonders what could you possibly be up to at this hour? How could you stand to be so high-spirited when the sun you mirrored still lay asleep far below the horizon? Did you prefer to stay up late? Or did work leave you laboring on into the early morning as often as he did?

He doesn’t bother to wash off, he is too tired, too worn. Barely does he manage to change into sleepwear, weakly pulling the cotton pants up over his legs as you glide back and forth across the bed. You lull at times, floating low enough to roll across the sheets before rising back into the air. It takes maximum effort or so it seems.

“Perhaps we both should be in bed, yes?” His voice beckons you closer as he slides under his covers, setting his crutch between the bed frame and nightstand as usual.

Turning on his left side, he lets his body melt into the mattress as you sidle up next to him. He watches you, grinning as your light flickers and softens. You are the one nodding off now.

Taking you into his palm, he murmurs sweet nothings into your downy spirit and tucks you safely against his heart. He hopes some piece of his words reach you wherever you are.

You wake with a start, heartbeat erratic as white encompasses your vision. Clawing at your face, you rip the paper off and stare at the incomprehensible handwriting—you really shouldn't try to write notes half asleep—as the phone rattles on in the background.

Pushing away from your desk, you stumble out of your chair with a groan and rush to answer the call. Your bare feet thunder across your cold wooden floors, slipping on one page lying in wait to strike. The world shifts as one leg goes sliding. You stub a toe on the corner of the table in the process.

“Shit!”

Your hand slams on the wall as you bring your foot up, holding the wound as you fight back tears. The angry bite of a sting wraps around the entire toe; an inflamed fury.

Screaming in your throat, you take a deep breath and grab the handset, pulling the telephone free of its cradle and raising it to your face. You manage to get out your name and a short, “Who’s calling?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

An aggravated sigh escapes before you can catch it.

“What? Not happy to hear from me?” Jayce laughs over the line. “I’m hurt, Doc.”

“Shut up. You gave me a heart attack—I stubbed my toe because of you!” you hiss. You could feel it thumping and prayed it wouldn’t swell. “What is it?”

“Listen, I know it’s your day off—”

“I swear, Jayce, if this isn’t something important you’re dead.”

“It is,” he promises. “Look my friend is feeling under the weather and refuses to go in for a check-up. Will you make a house call with me?”

You lean your cheek against the wall, expression scrunching up. “How do you know it’s serious?”

“He wouldn’t skip a day at the lab with a common cold let alone the flu.”

You hum, glancing over your shoulder and doing a double-take at the soft ball of umber lounging there. One look at the clock on your wall has your jaw dropping. There was no way in hell he was still asleep this late into the morning. Your lumen was always active by seven in the morning at the latest.

“Look,” Jayce sighs through the receiver, pulling you back to reality, “he left a message last night after I left early and he just sounds bad. Can you help?”

“Uh, sure,” you say, staring down at your feet and beginning the mental search of where you last left your medical bag. “I’ll meet you there as soon as I get freshened up. What’s the address?”

You fumble for a pen, nearly pulling the telephone wire off the wall as you scramble to write down the location. If your memory is correct, it’s within walking distance. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Jayce gives the go-ahead; there is no real rush, he’s just concerned as any friend should be.

“You better give me a big tip, making me run around on my free day.”

“C’mon, you’ve missed me. I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Deal. I pick the place.” You hang up before he can argue.

Stomping back towards your desk, this time careful of the hazardous papers on the floor, you carefully nudge your lumen until his warm glow purrs to life. His usual copper radiance is weak. Clicking your tongue, you carefully roll him onto your hand and caress his form, giving him a kiss for good measure.

“You’ve been staying up too late this week. Guess it caught up with you,” you say, keeping him close as you went about getting ready for the day.

One quick shower and “a-ha” moment later, you are retrieving your medical bag from its place in the kitchen and rushing out the door. Five steps down the hall and you turn around, hurry back to lock the door, then you are officially off.

The sun is bright outside, warming your skin and fighting off the chill your wet hair brings with every breeze. You should have dried it better.

Some neighbors and a few of your clients wave as you pass, a few wishing to stop and chat, but with a quick excuse, you are on your way again. You remind your clients to keep up with their medications or ointments or whatever ailments you are attempting to fix as you retreat. With all of them, a lumen sticks close, all various colors and fairing far better than yours.

You brush over him, his warmth huddled in the collar of your shirt. He was strong enough to cling to you, at least.

“If you’re this bad tomorrow, we’re gonna have a problem on our hands,” you mutter, worry creeping higher and higher.

Hearing your name, you turn and smile as Jayce beckons you across the street. You get to the corner of the side you are on and wait for a break in traffic before jogging across, tools and the like rustling in your bag. You jump over the gutter and land on the sidewalk with no accidents.

“Long time no see, nerd,” you laugh, pulling your childhood friend into a hug. He returns it, arms strong and sturdy around you. He smells of rich cologne and a spice his mother used in all her home cooking. You never can remember it.

“You spent more time in school, you know. Think that makes you the bigger nerd here.”

His smile encompasses his entire face just like you remember when you pull back, his eyes glittering in the sunlight. You give him a quick scan when you step out of his embrace. He certainly looks good and healthy. Was he going to the gym now?

“I’m not the one that’s sick, Doc,” he says, his hand sweeping behind you to land on your back and direct you towards the building you stand in front of. “Save the ogling for Viktor.”

“Keep joking,” you hum, patting his shoulder and strutting ahead. “There are plenty of five-star restaurants nearby calling my name.”

He grins, eyes only slightly fearful as he leads you inside. “You're just too fun to tease.”

“So, his name’s Viktor?” you ask, sidestepping a girl as she rushes through the entrance. From her clothes and briefcase, she’s running late to the office. The door slams shut with an empty echo around the lobby of the apartment building. You shiver from the breeze created.

“Yep.”

“Have any symptoms to report?”

Jayce’s brow furrows, thoughts loud on his face as you both enter an elevator. You motion to the fifth level and he gives the go-ahead to press it, silent in his deliberation.

“He’s always needed a crutch for his leg, so don’t let that surprise you,” he warns, gesturing down to his right leg. “But I catch him coughing a lot. He’s been doing it more often recently, even left the room a few times when it wouldn't die down.”

“Did you ever ask him about it?”

Jayce chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Calls it a dry throat or choking on spit half the time. I didn’t want to push any boundaries.”

“How thoughtful.” He glances at your mischievous smile, breaking off into laughter as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“He’s not my soulmate,” he answers straight. At that, his own lumen pops out of his vest, the rose gold hue vibrant in the dull grey interior of the elevator.

“Any luck with that?”

“Nope,” he sighs, taking his lumen into his hand to hold. “You?”

You raise a hand to cover where yours lies in the crook of your neck, frowning at his feeble wiggle in response to your touch.

“Nah,” you mumble. “Maybe someday soon. His color is always vibrant.”

“Yours and mine both. They’re somewhere in this city, just gotta find ‘em.”

The elevator doors open with a ding and Jayce waves you on, always the gentleman. “He’s at the end of the hall.”

Your footsteps echo softly as you walk, eyes drawn to the windows as you pass by. The street below is still bustling with life. You spot a comfy-looking cafe and your stomach growls at the prospects.

“Damn,” teases Jayce. You swing your bag at him and let it hit him square in the chest, smiling as he grunts and stumbles back. “What are you carrying in there?”

You shrug, pausing to look back at him. “The usual.”

Shaking his head at you, he marches by. You don’t miss him fixing his vest as he comes to a stop at the last door. Keeping near the window to take in the sights again, you keep an ear out as he knocks.

You look down even though you can’t see your lumen in his spot, bringing a hand up as he jumps against your neck.

“What?” you croon, cupping his form. Had something scared him?

“Viktor? It’s Jayce!” You turn, frown still weighing your lips down as you watch Jayce knock a second time. “Listen I know this is a little forward, but I brought my friend to check on you. They’re a doctor—”

“He didn’t know I was coming?!” you shriek, whirling around completely. “Jayce!”

The man waves his hands around his head, clearly stressed. “He’s stubborn!”

“Well, I’m not gonna treat someone without their consent! Unless he’s on death’s door—”

A lock clicks, your focus shifting to the door to the apartment as you hear it creak open. You can’t see into the apartment from where you are standing by the window.

“No one is on death’s door, thank you,” a heavily accented voice says. You purse your lips at the tone of it, something tickling the back of your mind. He sounds familiar.

“Holy shit,” Jayce breathes. You glance at him, giving him a confused look as his eyes zero in below your chin.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your lumen,” he says pointing towards your shoulder, “it’s…”

You gasp, dropping your back to grab at him. “Did his light go out?!”

You should have been paying more attention to him. What if he was so weak because he was in trouble?

“No, he’s—”

You bring your lumen away from your neck to find him beaming, his usual coppery light something warmer and the strongest to date. Still, he refuses to float.

“Is everything all right?”

You look past your lumen to see a man leaning out of the apartment, a crutch holding him upright as he peers around Jayce to meet your presumably awestruck expression. He has the same color hair as your lumen’s luminance, long and a bit unkempt.

On his shoulder, his lumen shines just as brilliantly as yours. By the quick glance between your hand and your face, he has connected the dots as well.

“It’s you?” he asks, stepping out further into the hall. You don’t want to assume, but he sounds hopeful, at least. You really should have dried your hair, you look like a mess, you bet.

“I think so, I—” You shrug, tongue-tied and clumsily motioning to his lumen. “Yours is looking really bright, too. You didn’t notice?”

He tilts his head towards his shoulder as his lumen drops off and spins circles around him. You feel heat take hold of you, trying to stamp down your excitement. If that really is you, you are way too ecstatic.

He huffs, eyes crinkling in the corners as he shakes his head and meets your gaze. “You are always this bright.”

Your heart stutters and the golden lumen all but darts around the room before zipping towards your hand where yours stays settled in your palm. Gold hovers around umber as if tiptoeing. When they brush a light flashes by and you just know; he’s yours and your his.

“Well, guess you’ll be getting that check-up,” Jayce says to Viktor (it was Viktor, right? Did you remember that correctly?). You completely forgot your friend existed in the same space for a moment there. He claps Viktor on the shoulder. “Hope you feel better and congratulations you two!”

He pats you on the back as he leaves and you fight with yourself to not stop him. Yearning to meet your soulmate is one thing, actually being alone with them for the first time was another. He flashes you a thumbs-up from the elevator as the doors slide shut.

“Would you like to come in?”

You twirl around, squeaking, “Yes!”

His chuckling has you trembling in embarrassment as you shuffle towards him, then backtrack to grab the bag you had dropped. He moves to the side to allow you entry and you steal another look as you go by, biting the inside of your cheek. He has a beauty mark under his eye, his chin, too. Gorgeous side profile, sharp jaw, and you adore his nose, big and angular. A strange thing to like, you’re sure, but you do nonetheless.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so it’s not the cleanest, I’m afraid,” he says.

“Oh, Gods, mine either,” you laugh, careful as you walked further into his apartment. The walls were barren but there was an office open on your right just as messy as your own, various tools and papers haphazardly placed. “I actually slipped on some paper this morning when Jayce called.”

You can hear the amusement in his hum and mentally cringe. Why did you tell him that? There was no reason to bring up how you were prone to accidents.

Wandering in further, you find the living room just as bare with a coffee cup or two placed on the table with some thick books--textbooks, more like. The window lights the entire room, sunbeams reveal dust particles in the air. Here there is a still existence; a lack of presence. There may be a mess, but you doubt he spends a lot of his time at home. This is more of a rest stop than a residence.

“Are you and Jayce close?” you ask.

“We work together, yes. His Hextech piqued my interest so I assisted him somewhat in getting it up on its feet.”

“That was you!” you gasp, spinning around and clearly catching him off guard. Your lumen, well, his lumen you should say since it is hir reflection, it jumps in your hand and you wince. “Sorry, I just… That explosion that happened, it really discouraged his studies and he told me about you and how you helped with the council and everything--”

“You seem close.” His eyes rove to the floor for a moment before rising back to yours. “Childhood friends?”

You shrug, “Pretty much. We studied together a lot in school, then kind of split ways with me going medical and him with all the tech and gadgets and all...that. But we stayed in touch. His mother is one of my client’s, actually.”

“And how is that? Being a doctor?” He waves a hand to the couch and you make to sit, moving his lumen to your shoulder. Yours is still floating around the room, carefree and incessantly bright.

“Busy, uh, could I take a look at you?” you ask, getting your thoughts back on track. “I heard you haven’t been feeling well.”

The corner of his lips stretch as he shakes his head. “It’s only a cough.”

“Well, your lumen over here says otherwise,” you say, brushing a finger over the weak piece of him. “Hasn’t floated once today and his light was dull.”

Viktor shrugs. “I am dull person at best of times.”

“Funny.” You pat the free cushion next to you. “I won’t bite, come on.”

He sighs but relents, limping closer and lowering down next to you. The crutch goes against the couch as you pop your bag open and grab your stethoscope, flashlight, and a fresh new stick to check that throat of his.

“How long you been coughing for?” you hum, scooting closer and bringing the bell to his chest. He tilts his head down to watch you, eyes darting up when you tilt your head at him, waiting.

“Comes and goes,” he says as you find his heartbeat. It’s strong. A little fast, but that’s to be expected. No concerning sounds or erratic rhythms. You stand to get around to his back, waving a hand when he moves.

“Take some deep breaths for me, yeah?” You slide the bell down over his lower shoulder, searching for that sweet spot to hear the lungs. He does as he is told as you fiddle with the diaphragm.

“Hmm, not the best sound to hear,” you murmur, searching for your pen to jot down some notes. Sitting back down on the couch, you flip to a fresh page in your miniature handbook. “Coughing up anything lately? Phlegm? Dare I say blood?”

“What is your name?”

You raise an eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. He is intent on you when you do. You notice, then, that his eyes are a soft honey gold in the sunlight. They are his softest feature with chapped lips and a face sculpted with exhaustion and perhaps malnourishment. You feel your doctor instincts rising within, wanting to ask him what his diet is, his sleep schedule.

You want to take care of him.

“Answer my question first,” you whisper, “and I’ll tell you anything you want.”

“Anything?” he asks, mischief somewhere in the weak grin tugging at his lips.

“Well, I want to make sure you’re healthy,” you excuse. “Besides, isn’t that the next step here? Getting to know one another?”

“Do you want to know me?” You blink at him, confused. He makes a small noise in his throat, eyes escaping to the corner of your room. “I would not be surprised if you were…disappointed.”

“Viktor,” you breathe, holding back a laugh as your eyes go wide, “did you not see me fumbling out in the hall?”

“You are energetic.”

“I’m a mess,” you guffaw. “You’re incredibly handsome, you know, and here I am with damp hair and rumpled clothes—”

“You are perfect.”

Your face feels hot. The fact your lumen comes barreling into his chest to rub against his neck makes you want to sink into the floor.

“Also, I am still in my pajamas.”

At the statement, you look down to take in his attire for the first time. The striped pants are awfully cute.

“Well, I didn’t even notice. You still look pretty put together.”

He hums and you scratch behind your ear, attempting to recall the last question you had asked. He was a little too good at distracting you.

“So? Blood? Phlegm?” you squeak, focusing on your notes.

“…There is blood sometimes.” You pause, concern creeping as the list of possible reasons hammer through your head. “It is never much and does not occur often.”

“Okay…” You note it, underline it.

“Your name?”

You tell it to him, voice soft. He repeats it and you find you love his accent more and more. “Have you ever been in for a check up?”

“Maybe if I had we would have crossed paths sooner,” he teases, dodging the question.

“Viktor.”

“I said so at the door,” he tells you, sure of himself, “I am not on death’s door.”

“And I would like to keep it that way.” You lean closer. “Can I draw some blood?”

He grins and your chest flutters as he mirrors your movement, nose millimeters from yours. “How brazen. I prefer dinner first, you know.”

You laugh deep in your throat, shaking your head as you begin to pack your medical tools.

“You know, the way Jayce talks about you, I thought you’d be more…reserved.”

“I am very reticent, yes.” His brows raise as he tilts his head off to the side. “You are just too fun to tease.”

“So I’ve heard,” you sigh, shutting your bag. “Are you free for lunch? If you’re feeling up to it?”

“I wasn’t feeling particularly sick,” he explains, “I overslept, which rarely happens, and Jayce has a tendency to worry.”

“You're telling me. Calls me on my off day.” You get to your feet. “I saw a cafe across the street and I’m starving. It’s not dinner, but it’s a start.”

“It is perfect,” he says, following you up off the couch. “Just give me a few moments to freshen up, yes?”

“Take all the time you need,” you assure him, grabbing your stomach as it growls. “Ignore that.”

His laughter is full and warm and for the first time that day, his lumen topples off your shoulder to dance around yours.

[crovatian]

so, that being said

what if i told you i have a nice little idea for a viktor x reader story ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Viktor has nothing to do for a week, because hexcore just overheated or something; they both need some rest, the lab is temporary closed, and Jayce is out of city, doing some representative stuff; so Viktor goes on a little walk in the streets of Piltover and accidentally bumps into our reader; well, actually, reader is the one who bumps into Viktor — they are visiting their friend and new to the City of Progress, so they need help finding this bookstore their friend owns; luckily, Viktor knows the place

our dear reader (gender neutral or rather non binary, tall and somewhat muscular, but tends to wear more feminine clothes, so people are usually confused about their sex; think Mick Jagger circa ”Performance”) is an artist of many sorts: they dance, sing, write music and play instruments, but their specialty is painting (they can't write for shit tho), and they came to Piltover to find inspiration for their new project

Viktor walks reader to the bookstore, they have a nice chat during their stroll, and in the end reader asks Viktor out for a dinner, to thank him for his help; Viktor (strangely entranced by this stranger) says yes — yet again, he has nothing to do at the moment; they agree to meet up at the main city square

later, Viktor is first to arrive and he is a bit nervous, because reader is nowhere to be seen, and as time goes by he starts to think they were just joking about the dinner — why would they want to see him again anyway?.. luckily, reader was just running late since they're still unfamiliar with the city; they apologize and ask Viktor to choose a place he wants to eat at

after the dinner they head to the embankment, watch as waves shimmer in the moonlight and talk about random stuff; well, Viktor is the one who talks — about hex, hextech and hexcore mostly, and reader just listens and smiles warmly at him; Viktor notices that they're quite and he's suddenly embarrassed of how much he talks about scientific things that are probably boring to the artist; they shake their head: "no, i like listening to passionate people, please, go on"

the evening ends at the doorstep of the bookstore where reader took residence; reader invites Viktor in to give rest to his leg and as they see Viktor's brows crease in a frown, they say it's because they kind of know what it's like — they badly hurt their knee several years ago: "it's not on the same scale, but, you know, i can relate and don't want you to be in pain or uncomfortable"

they go out again next day, another dinner at the same place, but they end up at a different location: a small square somewhere deep in the streets of Piltover where life music is playing and people are dancing; Viktor and reader sit at fountain edge, enjoying the atmosphere — until one song plays, and reader recognises it: 

r: «my friend made this one»

V: «it’s a nice melody, reminds me of childhood somehow»

r: «i used to tell her exactly that»

V: «used to?»

r: «yeah, used to. she’s dead. killed herself after… you know what? let’s dance»

and Viktor is confused and unsure of the situation; he tries to say no, he's obviously not a good dancer, but reader just shrugs it off, picks him up and positions him so he is standing on their feet; even more confused now, Viktor just lets it happen

then, reader kind of disappears for three days; they're nowhere to be seen in the city, their friend (the bookstore owner) says they are not in their room, and Viktor is getting worried; he losses his patience on the fourth day and just goes up the second floor of the bookstore without a permission to find reader in their room in front of a canvas, smoking and wearing nothing, but a robe; they look exhausted and clearly haven't slept for few days straight; from the canvas at Viktor stares he himself — colourful and a bit disjointed (think Dalilah-from-Dishonored style of paintings, but far from finished)

***

now, the problem is — there are multiple of them

first of all, this is not the end of the story, there should be a bit more, emotions, drama and a bittersweet ending included

second of all, the more i think of it the more reader reminds me of an OC, and this is kinda the opposite of what was intended, eh?? like, i know for a fact, they have black eyes, slight discolouration on their lower lip and they cover it with a line of lipstick, they always have paint under their nails ‘cause they can’t be bothered to clean it properly — and so on; a bit too specific for a reader 

third of all, i'm extremely lazy and have some other works in progress, so it will take forever to really write this one

and fourth of all, as you can probably tell, english is not my first language, therefore it takes me twice the time and effort to write something in it; also, mistakes and weird wording are bound to happen

so, please, if you like this idea and have more resources than i do at this moment, take it and bring it to life

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

MCU

Peter Parker (any actor)

Peter Quill

Mantis

Gamora

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Steven Grant

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only)

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Cletus Kasady

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ann Perkins

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

EJ Caswell

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[thedreamlessnights]

Masterlist

Completed works are bold.

Baldur’s Gate 3:

Astarion x Reader

• Someone to shed some light (NSFW, Multi-chapter - GN!Reader // After being raised as a commoner, you find yourself as the last in a royal bloodline, forced into a marriage with someone you've never met. He’s more than he seems.)

• Liability (Upcoming NSFW, Multi-Chapter - Astarion x NB!Tav // Two hundred years after being sentenced to prison by a corrupt magistrate, Arden is abducted by a nautiloid and subjected to a tadpole insertion. Little do they know, that very magistrate is on the same ship - and shares their uncomfortable affliction.)

• Fervency (NSFW - F!Reader // After falling into mysterious spores in the Underdark, you start to experience some... strange side effects. Astarion is more than happy to assist.)

• Fixation (NSFW - Ascended!Astarion x F!Reader // When a mistranslated ancient spell goes wrong, you're forced to suffer the consequences. Astarion takes a keen interest in your... predicament.)

• Aching (SFW - Astarion x F!Dark Urge // When you come across Gortash in Wyrm's Crossing, your past throws in a complication - like always.)

- Gale x Reader

• Distraction (NSFW x F!Reader // Gale is working in his study. You have half a mind to distract him.)

• Give The Devil His Due (Upcoming NSFW, Multi-Chapter - Gale x F!Reader // After Gale sacrifices himself to save Faerûn, you make a deal with a certain devil to get him back.)

The Witcher:

— Geralt x Reader

• Accismus (Upcoming NSFW - GN!Reader // After coming across a djinn, you wish for constant protection. He grants it by sending you a witcher.)

• Almond, Apple, & Maple (Upcoming NSFW - F!Reader // When a strange young woman crashes into your kitchen and sends you tumbling through time and space, you find yourself transported to a new world - one of monsters, magic, and witchers.)

• No Promises (NSFW - F!Reader // You hire Geralt to escort you through a dangerous patch of woods, and the two of you run into an aphrodisiac.)

Arcane:

(Note: I am no longer writing for Arcane)

— Viktor x Reader

• I've found hope in a heart attack (NSFW - F!Reader // A story in which, after a series of unforeseen events, you and Viktor end up on vacation together. Alone.)

• Not an end, but the start of all things (NSFW - F!Reader & Vampire! Viktor // Sick and desperate, you find yourself turning to a source of help you never could have predicted - a vampire.)

• Desperation - (NSFW - F!Reader // After Viktor becomes a little too devoted to his work, you find a way to grab his attention.)

• Shelter me my love, and I will shelter you (NSFW - F!Reader // Viktor being your nude model turns into something much more.)

• I’ve drunk the wine of ages - (Viktor x F!Reader // In which getting drunk at a party ruins your life. Almost.)

• Bad Influence (Gn!Reader // A drabble where Viktor takes care of you while you're sick.)

• How sweet a kiss can be (Gn!Reader // After teaching Viktor and Jayce how to bake, you get a very sweet reward.)

• Stay (Gn!Reader // After a long day at the lab, Viktor comes home to you.)

• Two Seconds (NSFW- F!Reader // After a priceless family heirloom breaks, Viktor’s the only one who is able to fix it to you. In trying to repay him, something else builds along the way.)

• Anything You Want (NSFW - F!Reader // As an anniversary gift, Viktor lets you do whatever you want with him. You give him a single rule to follow: he’s not allowed to touch you, or you’ll stop.)

• A Little Creative (NSFW - F!Reader // After a pounding headache has been killing your concentration at work, your friend Viktor lends you a painkiller. Only… you ended up grabbing the wrong medication, and now you’re absurdly horny.)

— Jayce x Reader

• Roommates (NSFW - F!Reader // Jayce (your super hot roommate) doesn't know how to knock.)

• No more keeping score (NSFW - F!Reader // Jayce lost in the Undercity (gone wrong) (gone sexual) AKA Jayce stumbles into a brothel.)

• Every night with us is like a dream (NSFW - Gn!Reader //This movie is boring, and, well - Jayce is sitting there, practically begging to be teased.)

• Only Yours (NSFW - Gn!Reader // Jayce gets ✨jealous ✨ )

[inari-zaheer]

Welcome to the Arcane Masterlist!

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🧁Caitlyn Kiramman🧁

Headcanons

First Dates(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

Caitlyn Teaching Her S/O How To Shoot

Mornings With Them(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

NSFW Headcanons(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

Violyn With A Brat Reader Part 1

Fics

Stressful Days(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

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🪲Ekko🪲

Headcanons

Ekko With A Sick S/O

Ekko Teaching His S/O How To Use A Hoverboard

Ekko With An Amnesiac Reader

Timebomb With A Clumsy S/O

Mornings With Them(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Modern AU Couple Headcanons(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Ekko Soulmate AU Headcanons

Ekko With a Sleep Deprived S/O

Ekko Having Feelings For An NB!Reader

Ekko’s Jacket Soulmate AU

Fics

Orders And Worries

I Thought You Were Gone

Stay Here With Me

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🐉Finn🐉

Headcanons

Being Finn’s S/O

Helping Finn Relax⨳

Fics

Patience Darling⨳

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💣Jinx💣

Headcanons

Random Jinx Headcanons

Timebomb With A Clumsy S/O

Mornings With Them(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Modern AU Couple Headcanons(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Fics

First Meeting

Oh Shit!

Fun Encounters

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⚜️Mel Medarda⚜️

Headcanons

Mel Overworking Herself

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🦇Scar🦇

Headcanons

Being The Mother of Scar’s Child

First Date With Scar

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🦾Sevika🦾

Headcanons

Sevika Getting Hurt

Death Glare

Sevika and Grayson Running The Brothel

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🥃Silco🥃

Headcanons

Silco With A Reader Who Has ADHD

Dating Silco Headcanons

Silco Having Feelings For G/N Reader

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🥊Vi🥊

Headcanons

First Date(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

Vi With An S/O With Mental Health As Similar As Jinx

Mornings With Them(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

NSFW Headcanons(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

Vi NSFW Headcanons⨳

Violyn With A Brat Reader Part 1

Fics

Stressful Days(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

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Multiple Characters

Ekko and Mel With Musician Reader

Sevika, Vi and Vander Reacting to Reader Getting Vecna’ed

Sevika and Grayson Running the Brothel

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Personality Types

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Ganyu!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Ciel!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Yae Miko!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Noé Archiviste!S/O

Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Ran and Vander With Eddie Munson!S/O

Jinx, Vi and Sevika With Daenerys Targaryen!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Rei Sakuma!S/O Silco, Vi and Viktor With Eddie Munson!S/O

Silco With Tsireya!S/O

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[dervampireprince]

hello prince ! i’ve been listening to your stuff for a little bit now and i just wanted to say thank u for making so many audios where the listener is explicitly meant to be trans-masc/nonbinary. the more comfortable i get with my nb identity the more uncomfortable i feel interacting with content where the reader/listener is written as fem, and it makes it hard to find stuff (especially stuff featuring viktor) that doesn’t make me dysphoric. i’m just so thankful to have found a creator like you who makes such lovely and high quality audios that are also deeply affirming for me. it really just means the whole world to me and makes me super happy (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ i hope you have a good week ! -🍓

oh thank you so much!!! doing a little sleepy happy dance now.

as a trans man yes i understand it's hard to find x reader fics where the reader is male or trans or non-binary and even harder when it comes to audios. and there's creators like kinkradio who i compliment all the time where 90% of his audios are m4a (male-for-anyone) and gender neutral listener audios are nice and all and i do try to make most of mine that so anyone can enjoy, but there is definitely a difference between listening to a m4a and a m4tm/m4nb audio. as much as you can imagine in m4a that you're a boy for example, it's a whole different feeling for the speaker to call you by your gender and have all that gender affirming goodness. so as someone who's always wanted to see that content, i'm glad i can at least make it. i know of some audios that are m4tm/nb but i don't know of any that are 4tm/4nb that are character roleplays other than my own.

and omg i was exactly the same, when i first was figuring out i was trans i was all 'yeah i can still read/listen to m4f content' but then the more comfortable i got in being my true self and being male i was like yikes no i can't listen to m4f at all without feeing dysphoric.

[dirtydoesgood]

Victory Lap (MLQC Victor - NSFW)

Title: Victory Lap

Author: @otonymous​ Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice Character(s): Victor x Reader (Female MC) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Profanity Prompt: Pull someone into their lap Summary: When it come to love, Victor isn’t playing around.

Nb. This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, and incidents are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

“Oh my god, Victor.  Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be absurd.  It’s just a dumb video game.  Why would I be jealous of someone who doesn’t even exist?  I just don’t understand why you chose Gaven out of the four.”

“Why wouldn’t I choose Gaven?  Beneath that rough exterior, he’s actually very sweet.  Plus, he’s a sexy officer who rides a motorcycle like a badass.  Makes me feel safe.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind being seen in public with someone who wears a Canadian tuxedo.”**

“Wait, you said yourself that it’s just a game.  Why are you getting so worked up over the characters’ wardrobe choices?”

“This game — Mr Passion: Who Will You Choose or whatever it’s called — is a massive waste of time and brain cells.  You should find better ways to spend your day off.”

You laugh, incredulous.  “Excuse me, Mr Li, but could you please refrain from telling me how to live my life?  Besides, no one is forcing you to stay with me.  Don’t you have to work today?”  

Victor shifts on your couch, looking entirely out of place in your mess of an apartment in his immaculate suit.  Clearing his throat, he schools his expression into something unreadable.

“Unlike someone who works at the pace of a snail, I already completed everything—”

A cellphone rings to interrupt him, muted through the pocket of Victor's blazer draped over the armrest at his side.

“You gonna get that?”  You ask after the fourth ring.

“It’s not important.  Continue.”

Raising your brows, you turn your attention back to your smartphone, trying not to think about how strangely Victor was behaving; skipping off work and showing up at your apartment unannounced with pudding from Souvenir - leaving you with neither the option to protest nor the opportunity to make your home semi-presentable.  The way he looked at you like one would a child when you informed him you’d be spending the day playing a game, yet listening with rapt attention during your explanation of the rules.

No matter.  You would keep your focus on the game.

Not, for instance, on how close Victor was; how the woodsy notes of his cologne mixed with skin to form a scent so uniquely him — one that never failed to send a rush of pleasure down your spine.  You would refrain from letting his breath distract you, warm on the shell of your ear as he looked over your shoulder at the phone.  Regardless of how soothing it felt.

Then suddenly, your screen darkens, ‘Goldman, Executive Assistant to the LFG Bitch’ scrolling in large font to interrupt your game.  Hearing a sharp intake of breath, you don’t have to look behind you to feel the dark cloud of displeasure at your back.

Before you could conjure up some excuse for his nickname, however, Victor snatches the device from your hands, finger swiping impatiently and followed up by an equally impatient voice:

“I said no calls today, Goldman.  I don’t care if it’s Bezos.  And tell Zuckerberg for the last time that it's going to be a hard 'no' for me."

Hanging up, Victor’s cool eyes study you as he hands back your cell.  "Am I being referred to as the ‘LFG bitch' now?"

“You tell me, Victor Li.  Do you know anyone else who would answer someone else's phone like that?  And for the record, I am capable of taking my own calls.”

“Hmph.  Trust me, Goldman wasn’t calling to speak to you.  And you certainly think very highly of yourself for someone who can't even choose the right virtual man.”

It drains every reserve of patience you have not to wrap your hands around that thick neck and squeeze.

“Fine.  And who would you have chosen?”

“No contest.  Viktor.”

“Viktor?!  Mister unpleasant personified?  Why?  Because he’s a CEO?”

“He’s smart, serious and efficient.  Says what he means and means what he says.  The man also has good taste in clothing, although the same can't be said about his judgement when it comes to women.  The main character can’t even cross the street without almost getting hit by a car, for god’s sake.”

“Ok, well, when it’s your turn, you can romance Viktor all you want.  Now can I finally go on my date with Gaven?”

Rolling your eyes, you tap on the screen as if the game couldn’t load fast enough, but your frustration soon melts away as you become immersed in the story — forgetting that your boss is still sitting next to you and very, very close.

So close, in fact, that he could observe the tiniest details on your person — each and every one tugging up the corners of his lips in a secret smile:

The wisps of hair falling out of your top-knot, soft against the skin of your neck.

Unfettered expressions animating your face as you played; a refreshingly open book he never tired of reading.

One nail slightly shorter than the rest on the hand you brought up to frame your face on habit - the same one you had broken in his office a few days earlier.

And if you had turned at just that moment, you would’ve seen a stranger - tenderness suffusing the features of that handsome face to transform Victor Li into another man entirely…

One completely absorbed in committing everything about you to memory.

“What?!  That’s the end of the date?  At least kiss me, Gaven!  Way to leave someone with blue ovaries."  Tossing your phone aside in a huff, you suddenly jump at the sound of a throat clearing by your ear — a rude reminder that you weren’t alone.  “Oh shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that.  You weren’t supposed to hear the ‘shit’ part either.”

Bleeding internally from embarrassment, it crosses your mind for the umpteenth time that it was a phenomenally bad idea to spend your day off with Victor.  No doubt, the first impression you had left on the CEO was less than positive.  And it seemed that every encounter since only served to highlight yet another insecurity, another way by which Victor Li is so out of your league:

That imperious man who nitpicked everything you did, but also showed you the value of learning through trial by fire.

The exacting CEO who expected nothing short of perfection because he, too, offered nothing less.  

The man who, beneath words like bitter pills, actually had his moments of sweetness.

Victor Li is out of your reach, and the truth stung because in spite of it all...

You are madly in love with him.

“Blue ovaries?  Are you implying that…” Pulling you from your thoughts, Victor's deep voice trails off as his eyes drop to the hands on your lap, already bunching your skirt in nervous fistfuls.  And before you can completely disintegrate in the flames of mortification, you spring from the couch, mumbling some lame excuse about needing the bathroom so you could hit your head against the wall in private.

At least, that’s what you would’ve done had you not been undone by your untidy ways, foot slipping on the cover of a glossy magazine left lying on the floor to send you flying face first towards the rug.

It all happened so quickly.

Your teeth never got the chance to introduce themselves to shaggy fibres, and instead of lying sprawled out on the ground, you found your legs spread wide, straddling a man who still had an iron grip on your arm from saving you from an impromptu face plant.

And inappropriate though it was, you couldn’t help but enjoy the firmness of Victor’s thick thighs beneath your ass, suddenly picturing your boss in nothing but the tiniest Speedo, beads of water cascading down an insanely muscled torso as he pushed himself up over the ledge of a pool — the image undoubtedly sparked by your recollection of the swimming trophies you saw displayed in his home that one time you delivered a report after hours.

“Oh, god.  I’m so sorry.”  The words leave your mouth, but it isn't lost on either of you that neither person is making an effort to move.

Perhaps it was the black lace between your legs, clearly visible now that your skirt was practically hiked up to the waist.  Or maybe it was the grind of your hips, weight shifting side to side on his lap as you tried to keep balanced.  Whatever it was, Victor Li knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slide.  

Not when he had been holding back for so long.

And at the back of his mind, the CEO knew how it would look if he finally acted on his feelings — the ones he’d kept suppressed since the day you accosted him at his office.  Society on the whole was unkind to women, and he did not want to give anyone fodder to insinuate that your company had earned its funding from LFG by any means other than your own hard work and dedication.

Most certainly not by fucking the boss.

Crossing this line now could set off a chain reaction of consequences, ones that Victor had spent many sleepless nights considering, trying to balance the scales between desire and what he felt was in your best interests.

But the look on your face left his mind a blank slate, unable to think of anything but the overwhelming urge to taste your lips.  And with your ass sinking so nicely into his lap, the CEO couldn’t help but wonder how the rest of your body would feel: on top, beneath, and surrounding him.

“I…I should probably...get off.”  Struggling to move sluggish limbs, you hesitate to tear your gaze away from Victor's jet black eyes, their intensity holding you in place as if time itself had stopped.

Then, you feel it: Victor’s grip on your arm tightening again in a bid to get you to stay.  The signal you had been waiting so patiently for, but now that it had arrived, you scarcely dared to believe was real.

“Not yet,” he whispers, breath warm against your lips to make them part in kind, immediately drawing Victor’s gaze to the pink sweep of your tongue from corner to corner.  “Did you hurt yourself?”

You don’t know how you did it.  Didn’t even know where that blind courage came from, possessing you in a fit of lust-induced insanity to nod in response to Victor’s question, finger tracing down your body until it pointed to the space between your legs.  

“I’m a bit sore here.  Could you check to see if it’s okay?”

The CEO inhales sharply for the second time that day, broad chest lifting to strain against his fitted dress shirt as his eyes widen almost imperceptibly - cracks starting to form in that poker face to hear you raise the stakes.  

“Then you’d better make it wet for me.”  Victor places a finger on your lips, tip tracing back and forth along the seam before slipping past to caress your tongue.  And when you pucker to suck, the low groan that escapes him makes you clench.

Precariously balanced with your hands on his knees behind you, the spread of your legs widens to meet Victor's touch - long fingers gliding over the lace of your panties, slowing to linger on areas that were particularly moist.

“Nothing seems out of the ordinary here.  Are you feeling any better?”  Voice growing increasingly raspy, the CEO bites his lip to see you shake your head, cheeks already flushed crimson.  “No?  Then I’m afraid we’ll have to look a bit deeper.”

You whimper to feel your underwear pulled aside, the air of the room cool against bare skin as Victor takes his time admiring the sight: the afternoon sun bathing you in a warm glow to highlight the slickness of pink folds like tulips glistening with morning dew.

Just when you are about to go insane from anticipation, Victor finally touches you — index running from the hood of your clit down to the base of your entrance and back again, over and over.  Licentious and needy, you could scarcely believe the moans that were issuing from your mouth.  But at the moment, you didn’t care, too caught up in the way the CEO’s talented fingers made you feel.

“How about now?”  Fingertips beginning to draw circles about your swollen clit at a maddeningly slow frequency, Victor keeps you suspended in a state of heightened arousal — a touch shy of release, but much too high to come down.  Satisfied to have you exactly where he wanted you.

“Hmm…it…it still hurts,” you piece the words together between pants, and when he responds by sliding first one, then two fingers deep into your pussy, your head falls back in ecstasy.  Victor quickly throws an arm around your waist to keep you anchored on his lap even as his other hand continued to stroke — intent on coaxing every last drop of arousal from your body to join the pool already staining his pristine dress pants.

“Seems like you’ve always been a glutton for both pudding and pleasure,” Victor’s chuckle is dark in your ear to send another rush of fluid between your legs.  And you are powerless to even refute his statement when he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, broad palm rubbing against your core even as his fingers continued to fuck you.

Then finally, the tension snaps — convulsions passing through your body in waves as the arm around you tightens to bring you close enough for a kiss.  And with his fingers still buried in you, savouring the flex of your warm, wet walls, Victor slips his tongue past your lips, kissing you with the same fervour as the hands you had tangled in his thick, black hair, leaving it wonderfully disheveled.

“Are you still sore?” Victor asks, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Not anymore.  Quite comfortable, actually.”

The CEO drops a kiss on your forehead before leaning back to reach for his belt.  And as the buckle above the massive bulge in his pants comes undone, you bite your lip, readying yourself for round two when he says,

“Good.  Because Viktor just entered the game.”

Nb. **A Canadian tuxedo is denim on denim (e.g. denim jacket with jeans)

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[mang0tang00]

Scenario: Viktor accidentally walks in on you having a break down in the middle of the night.

Viktor x Nb!Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Angst, description of anxiety/panic attack, crying, overthinking, mental struggle

Everything was getting bad again. You thought you had been able to deal with all this pressure but you couldn’t. It was too much. The silence of your bedroom buzzing in your ears as you sat in the bed that was colder than usual. The empty spot of where Viktor was supposed to lay with you. You can't get angry at him, it’s his life’s work and you agreed that you’d be fine with him spending a few nights in the lab. You should’ve been more descriptive. The darkness of the room starts to warp and waver. You hear yourself start to breathe heavier, your eyes move only to realize. You have tears. This had been your breaking point.

You’ve bottled everything up to not worry anyone, to not worry Viktor. You knew how concerned he was when he heard you so easily agree to the few nights in the lab he needed for the breakthrough he had. You kept agreeing and didn’t bother asking if you were still okay. Well you can’t expect him to always ask you, it would be annoying. Just like now. It’s annoying you’re crying over everything, you shouldn’t be crying. There is no reason for you to cry. As you wipe your tears away, it becomes heavier. The tears are streaming down your cheeks, your lips quivering. No, you can’t be crying not now. Just because you agreed to let Viktor spend a few nights in the lab doesn’t give you the right to cry even if it had turned into months of him being absent. Just because your classes are becoming increasingly difficult doesn’t give you the right to cry. Being Heimerdinger's assistant and taking on all his projects and chores doesn’t give you the right to cry. The stress you’re facing is something small and that everyone goes through, people have it worse than you. The people in Zaun are fighting for their lives and you’re here crying over small things that shouldn’t affect you. Viktor was able to do it, why can’t you? Why can’t you handle all the pressure, you have for years so why is it now? You’re full on sobbing now, you can’t see, you can’t breathe a full inhale and your hands are desperately trying to wipe away the tears. Your breaths become shorter and make your teeth tingle. You can't breathe, choking and hiccuping for your sobs to come out full force. The silence was now filled with your cries as the dam had been broken. All the stress and emotions you’ve bottled up are rushing all at once. The tingling spread to your whole body, a headache coming on from the sheer amount of force your sobs are. You’re trying to hold yourself- no conceal yourself from the on looking eyes. But there were none. The eyes that you always feel watching your every emotion and interaction.

“Y/n?”

Your headshot up from the hunched position to look at the end of the bed to see Viktor. He wasn’t supposed to be back tonight or for any night.

“oh shit, hi-hey Vik”

You’re rubbing the tears and snot away as quickly and efficiently as possible.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you crying?”

Too many questions for your brain to handle. How did you not hear the door open? How did you not hear anything?

“I’m Fine” , giving a small laugh as you go to cover your face to wipe your eyes and get rid of any evidence of your weakness. Only your response had further worried Viktor, how had he not noticed? He grabs your arm gently to stop you from hiding and he’s now sitting in front of you. Him grabbing your arm startled you. It made you stop wiping your face as you stared at him embarrassed. You try scooting back only to be stopped by the bed frame and Viktor has followed your movements.

“Don’t lie to me”

“I Said im Fine Vik, there’s no need to worry”

There had been a quiver in your voice that Viktor noticed.

“Please talk to me my love”

“You shouldn’t have seen me like this, sorry”

He sees that you won’t make eye contact with him. He looks at you in the eyes directly while yours darts around in the darkness like a feral cat caught in a cage. Why were you so terrified of showing emotions around someone? He gently grabs your chin and guides your face and eyes to him. Your eyes flutter as they stare into his mesmerizing golden hue.

“Please,” he sounded desperate, on the verge of begging,”tell me what’s wrong”

Your eyes darted away again.

“It’s nothing really, just stress and and I honestly don’t even have the right to cry b-because people have it worse than me. Y-you! Have had it worse than me and I shouldn’t even be crying over something so small compared to your problems.”

His eyes softened as he heard your rant. Has no one allowed you to feel your emotions? Even he had those nights where he gave up and let himself digest what he was feeling. You hadn’t been able to. You’ve been holding everything in and pushing forward. You never let yourself have bad days. You feel his presence relent as you let out a small puff of breath. You’d ruined it. You’ve ruined everything because of something small again. You hated your emotions and wished you hadn’t broken. As your thoughts began to brood from your mistake then a soft click was heard. It was the lamp and Viktor had turned it on. A sharp intake of air had you realizing he could now see you now.

You go to try and conceal your face again only for Viktor to weave his hand into both of yours effectively stopping you from doing anything. Your hands were cold… colder than his and you were in the blankets. He got to get a good look at you now. The bags under your eyes had become worse. He noticed when he walked in no dishes were in the sink, no dinner as well. He passed it off as you were cleaning that day and putting the food away for you to eat later but when he checked, nothing was made. He was putting everything together after seeing your shrunken frame as the sobs ripped through your body. You hadn’t eaten, gotten any good sleep, nor had you been hydrating.

“How long?”

“for what?”

“How long have you been struggling, Y/n.”

He saw your eyes turn to fear at the sternness in his voice, the way your eyes told him everything that was happening but he ignored it when it mattered the most. His ignorance was partially to blame for this spiraling out of control. He felt the small tremors as your body was beginning to calm down. You remained silent after his question, terrified of what your response might trigger.

“I’m not struggling,… haven’t been”

You stared him in the eyes this time and the confidence in which you spoke had almost fooled him into thinking you were indeed fine. But the evidence of your sorrows finally rising were evident on your face and in your voice.

“Y/n talk to me”

“About what? That You saw me crying once cause of some stupid reason?” Your Voice becoming hostile.

“What- no no no, I want to know what’s been going on. Your circles are so dark,” his hand unravels from yours as his hand travels up to your cheek and gently rubs his thumb over the area. You unconsciously lean into his touch like a cat by a heater,”when I came in there were no dishes or food in the fridge. You haven’t been eating or taking care of yourself… why?”

“you’ll think it’s dumb”

“the only thing that’s dumb is Jayce and his weird invention ideas”

His small joke had gotten you to laugh softly. You felt so far from him even when you were sitting so close to him. When had the distance gotten this big?

“well I haven’t had time to eat or sleep… I have things to work on like Heimerdinger's project, I need to look over his calculations and his other inventions. Oh wait there’s also assignments due soon in my classes and the projects or I guess essays and-“

Viktor had gently kissed you. He had seen your brain begin to kick back into its routine of working on everything but yourself.

“You’ve been carrying so much by yourself?”

“Well yeah I mean everyone at this academy who has a name plaque has done it all on their own, you’ve done it all on your own”

“I didn’t learn everything on my own Y/n, I had people who helped me and gave me opportunities. Yes I can be stubborn when asking for help but it’s okay to need- no want help.”

“what?” The way your voice sounded so surprised broke him inside a little. You’ve been carrying around all this work/stress and pushed through without a break? He’s trying to think about what could’ve caused this. Then it clicked.

“Did this become worse when you agreed to let me have a few nights in the lab because of my inventions?”

“What- no! Vik, I’d never want you to stop working because of me! Your work is your life and I don’t want you to give that up for me, I don’t want you to lose what you’ve worked so hard for because of me, Vik.”

“Y/n I do love my work but you are also important to me now. My work is something that I would need a break from to clear my brain and help me see it a different way the next day. You’re my number one priority now. You are what’s most important to me and I don’t want to loose you.”

“I thought… I thought it was for a few nights or week tops but then you started saying you’d be back and… you never did. I wanted to tell you about it but I didn’t think it was important because I mean you’re Viktor, a co creator of hex tech. I’m sure there’s things greater and worth more than me. I had feared you weren’t coming back…”

“No , Y/n you are what’s most important to me and always will be. I’d never choose my work over you without telling you or asking you. All the feelings you have are okay to feel.”

“What?”

“all the feelings you have are okay to have.”

He sees you stare blankly as the words process. The tears start streaming down your face.

“Y/n, you’ve been so strong and always will be. Everything that happened tonight won’t affect how I view you as a person because we all have bad days my love and this is your bad day.”

Viktor gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight secure hug. He felt you become stiff from the contact but eventually loosen up. The shaking in your body had increased as he felt you holding back tears.

“Don’t Hold it in anymore, you’re allowed to feel weak with me. You’re allowed to feel anything with me, my dear.”

Your sobs had returned. Not for the same reason though. Viktor understands you. He listened and talked to you. He made you feel like it was actually going to be okay. You’re now sobbing in his arms and after a few minutes it died down again. He took a few more minutes to let your breathing even out to know you had fully calmed down. He laid there with you in his arms.

“I’m going to make us something to eat.”

“But it’s so late, I can wait till morning.”

“No, come, we will be in the kitchen together.”

As Viktor got up and helped you to the kitchen.

It was then you realized he had felt like home.

[burning-omen]

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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.