#yes i know viktor may not have actually helped him

[mettywiththenotes]

Thinking about them in episode 2

Light and dark capes, walking through the undercity alone (especially after just losing people they cared about: Silco and Sky), finding someone who needs help, helping (any future consequences this will have aside for now) and then sitting with them (gaining a follower)

[animeshotsh]

You what? | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤

Summary: Viktor knows Jayce sometimes does things without thinking, but this? This goes beyond his own limits.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma - Kid!Reader - Viktor and Jayce are a couple - OFF CANON EVENTS - Human traffic - GN Reader - PLATONIC - grammar mistakes -

When Viktor enters on monday morning into the lab with his coffee in hand he expects nothing but silence, after all he is here before Jayce most mornings.

But he stops in his tracks when he hears Jayce's voice, maybe sounding less...well less like him. He sounds like he is talking to a small animal. It reminds him on how he uses to talk to Rio when he was a kid.

Pushing memories aside Viktor retakes his way and goes deeper into the lab, where their experiments are.

And oh, if his illness did not kill him as most doctors had said then this would do it.

Jayce, using one of his experiments showing it to a kid who seems to be as suprised as any kid would be and perphas gives the most honest reactions to his inventions.

But wait, go back.

Jayce and a kid.

His cane hits the floor in suprise and he ends being watched by two pairs of eyes.

Jayce looks like he was discovered breaking some important rule, to which Viktor is centrain that bringing a kid into the lab counts as but he wont say it. And another pair that looks at him with curiosity.

There is silence, no one really knows what to say or how to act. But Jayce ends reacting, leaving the experiment and going to help Viktor with his cane who is feeling a headache coming.

"Hey Vik! long time no see, how's your house?"

Honestly? Viktor wants nothing more than to go back in time and insist that he is fine and does not need rest. Maybe like that he would have stayed with Jayce and prevent...this.

But time travel is something that is still on the making, so back to the main point.

Viktor just gives out the most tired look, then turns to a near chair, sits and taking his coffee simple says "Explain"

Becuase if there is something he has come to learn while dating and loving Jayce is that nothing should suprise him (and yet Jayce still manages to do it) and also, is better to ask upfront than to wait for him to talk up. Viktor can still remember that one time he found a big (illegal no less) plant at his home and Jayce ignored it for two hours till he asked.

"Well you see, its really funny actually..."

"Jayce...."

"Alright..., so I took a walk around campus and saw some...suspicious individuals and well lets say I was not very discrete"

Viktor can just imagine the scene

"And they saw me and ran but I chased after them"

Stupid move Viktor thinks

"And then they trow me this kid at me, i mean what could I have done? So i took them home, gave them a warm meal and a bath" Jayce ends sounding a bit too proud of himself.

"Jayce you...you stole a kid?" Viktor asks because he is confused "And did not report the incident?"

"Uh well i was going too but then (Y/N) started to wonder around so i kind of forgot..."

"(Y/N?" Viktor asks and sees you peeking out from behind the big desk.

"Yes! Thats their name, im not sure about much more, only that they like chocolate and blue stuff"

Viktor ends in silence for various minutes. You must be an orphan he concludes, an orphan from the undercity, who had no other choice but to follow a gang in order to survive. He tries to calculate your age but its hard, you have been not eating well, thats clear, and he can already see some bruises from the misstreatment of the undercity.

Being raised by parents or family its a luxury after all.

"Jayce you cant just take a kid in" Viktor says and his heart almost breaks as he sees you run towards Jayce hugging his legs.

Noted, you may not talk but you understand, its clear you are more intelligent than what you leave to be at first.

Street smart maybe?

"But Viktor! I cant just leave them" Jayce responds picking you up. "If they return to the undercity i dont think they will make it"

Jayce sees how you push your head against his chest and smiles softly at you.

"And we cant leaven them at an orphan home! I have read of these places, they suck"

Viktor must agree, its not like he comes from one but knows well that lots of kids ends being sold off...

"Alright and whats your plan?" Viktor asks "Do you even know what it means to raise a kid, or how? What about me? Were you going to consulte me?"

He can see the pain in Jayce eyes at his last sentence. "Of course I was! I was just thinking of a...well a good moment"

"Because bringing them to the lab was the perfect idea"

"I could not leave them at home! I mean i tried but- they would not let go of my leg, i think they have some type of trauma..."

Viktor takes another deep breath, Jayce kidness and heart knows no limits.

"Besides you did say you wanted to help the peopel from the undercity"

"This is different, we are talking about raising! adopting a kid!"

"So you are considering?" Jayce asks in the most hopeful tone ever.

Viktor just lets out another breath.

"Well, its not like they can go back and yes, orphan homes sucks" Viktor responds. "But we need to do this right. And i mean legally"

Jayce nods and all of him lights up like he has discover a new thing. He goes to Viktor carefully managing (Y/N) by his hands and leans down to peak Viktor's lips.

"Yes!! Totally! I will talk to Mel about it, im sure she can move some contacts for this" Jayce says and Viktor can see his brain making more and more plans.

"They also need clothes, and we should think of getting them into school" Viktor adds standing up with his cane and going closer. He can see (Y/N) eyes and cant denied how it makes his heart melts.

"Dad?" Its what you say looking at Viktor, then you look at Jayce "Mom?"

Jayce smiles and nods while Viktor is left without words. "Yes! We are your mom and dad now" he says pointing at him then at Viktor.

"Family?"

Jayce nods again

"...Chocolate?" You asks once more

"Alright thats all, if they eat too much sugar this place will be a disaster, you do remember we have dangerous things in here, right?"

Jayce nods at Viktor then whispers to you "We will get chocolate once we end work"

Viktor snorts then moves to his desk to finally start working and also to let his mind register everything. He hears the doors closing imagining Jayce went with you to talk to Mel.

But no, he feels a pull at his trousers and looks down at you who looks up at him extending your arms

"Dad! Up!"

Viktor does as told pulling you on his lap and passing you some papper and a pen. Both fall in a comfortable silence.

And Viktor thinks, this is something he can totally get used to.

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

Give Jayce a chance

People will really jump on Jayce for the smallest of things huh? I've already seen so much hate for Jayce, it really makes it seem like some of ye didn't watch the show or actually think about what it's telling us?

Clearly, Jayce has been majorly fucked up by what he experienced. Traumatised and exhausted. They make sure to show him having traumatic flashbacks in relation to Viktor's hivemind.

Because that is what it is.

A hivemind.

A cult.

While Viktor has good intentions, it is clearly not a good thing. He is "healing" people, but also taking away their humanity and autonomy. He is using to help people, yes, but he is inserting the hexcore into people's minds and sooner, rather than later, it will use them regardless of what they or Viktor want.

The faces that Jayce hallucinates have the exact same features and making as those Viktor has "saved" (example, the weird looking robot-statue figure that Jayce hallucinates when he sees Salo which has the exact same facial features and markings as Salo) suggesting that inevitably, those people will become those things as the hexcore evolves and changes them.

People are so quick to claim that Jayce "ruined" everything and it is so frustrating that no one is thinking beyond the present moment. Something has clearly rattled, no, traumatised Jayce and he has gone through hell to try and stop it. But we have no clue what he saw and can only go off the fact that he promised someone that he wouldn't fail them.

Everyone is shitting on Jayce but he was trying to save everyone else from whatever terrible future he saw and I personally will defend him for that.

People will defend all the other characters for their terrible actions/war crimes, and yet Jayce seems to never get the same treatment and it's so annoying even though everything he has done has been to help people. We don't know the full context yet, but I feel like people are jumping the shark in hating on him when we may find out that he was right in Act 3.

[aurumixm]

HOW VIKTOR EMBODIES THE HEXCORE

HEAVY S2 SPOILERS DOWN THE LINE!

discussions and theories about whatever tf happened at S2

Okay so first of all please bear with me with this, I ain't a League player and my English is very wonky wobbly. This is just me and my two brain cells rambling about Arcane season two and hypothesizing and stuff. Please be kind!

So I actually posted a brief explanation on what I think may cause the cuckoo bananas shit that happened in Season 2, Episode 3 entitled "The Instability of Hexcore" here's the link: https://www.reddit.com/r/arcane/s/CZdS4fgI7i

I try to swim through the waters to try and explain everything that happened there. Please keep in mind that this is purely theoretical and it merely serves as a post where y'all can discuss and share your thoughts and stuff!

I. An analogy of the Hexcore

Think of the Hexcore as a Rubik’s cube (I know, yes, because it already looks like one). The Rubik's cube has an even amount of miniature cubes that complement each other to build one singular cube. The same with the Hexcore which contains Runes that compliment each other, which helps it learn and adapt. Although, upon trying to fix it, Viktor suspects that there's something ‘missing’ in it, something that can sustain the Hexcore’s adaptability process and therefore help it learn and evolve. However, the moment that Viktor tries to merge himself with the Hexcore with his blood and inject himself with shimmer at the same time, this action alone would be akin to forcing another color to a Rubik's cube, breaking the laws of space. Viktor's blood may have the ability to help the Hexcore evolve biologically, but shimmer, as it always does, makes it unstable. And if the instability of the shimmer is unable to affect the Hexcore itself, it will find a way for it to do so, and therefore explains the reason why it's spreading and affecting others.

II. Jesus Viktor HOW??

How the hell did Viktor manage to heal himself and other people? My theory surrounds the three main components of the new and improved Hexcore: the Hexcore itself, blood, and shimmer. Once again, the Hexcore is the object of evolution and adaptability, and blood enhances its abilities by letting it adapt biologically. However, in terms of shimmer, in the entirety of the series, we are shown that there are good and bad effects of shimmer. The good effect: its ability to heal and regenerate. In my opinion, this fact also has something to do with Viktor's ability to heal himself and other people, but with a cost.

III. Why does Viktor himself and the people he healed are half metal now?

The moment Jayce “combined” the Hexcore and Viktor's body together, they became one, which was also why the Hexcore was no longer to be found. However, back to the possible reason why Viktor became some sort of a cyborg, I think it happened to be because of his spinal brace? Considering how it was entirely attached to his skin too. Maybe the Hexcore in him realized from his spinal brace, metal can be an object to help people just like how it helped Viktor. Therefore, it also explains why when Viktor heals Huck, scraps of metal were magnetically embedded onto their bodies as well. The Hexcore knew how these metals helped Viktor, and therefore gave it an idea to make use of it in healing other people.

Additional idea from my friend's sister, credits to her!! When Viktor healed Huck he actually took or erased his impurities by spiritual means, a void was left which should have resulted in his death due to its inability to be physiologically viable. However, because both worlds (the spirit and the body) have to complete, connect, and complement each other, the physical voil must be replaced by the materials from the physical world which is metal.

Once again, these are just theories!! You can ask me in the comments for questions, clarifications and stuff yada yada. I personally love Jesus Viktor but I miss the goofy side of him in this Season ☹️. Much love! xoxo

Don't forget to drop your ideas, thoughts, and other theories!

[sadderall-xr]

S2 Act I Viktor Thoughts™

ok but what is eating me up is that (and yes I am overthinking and assuming and extrapolating BUT)

Viktor has, along with being an incredibly accomplished scientist, inventor, and all around genius, spent most of life in pain or at the very least discomfort. Towards the end of season one, his illness was getting more advanced, he was having more trouble just breathing, not to mention nosebleeds, headaches, his experiments and augmentations with the hex core, taking shimmer for the first time, etc. AND to top it off, the emotional pain. Of being orphaned, of having to fight to prove himself in piltover, his relationship with Jayce and having to worry about whether he's going to break their promise of never using hex tech for weapons. Watching Jayce's animosity towards Zaun grow. Seeing the council's reaction to them proposing Zaun's independence. Being so close to potentially curing himself, and then boom he lost sky. Knowing he's got to destroy the one thing that could've helped him. Knowing he created something capable of controlling him and killing someone close to him. Almost j*mping. He's very familiar with pain.

So then imagine he wakes up, his body has been permanently changed by the hex core, and maybe he isn't feeling pain anymore but...what if he isn't feeling anything at all? What if he realizes, logically, what has happened to him, and he wants to feel angry or sad or scared but he just can't? When Jayce hugs him, what if he can't feel it in the same way he used to? What if the hex core stole his ability to feel pain, but also stole his ability to feel anger, passion, love, even gentle physical touch? What if he'd accepted, at some point between the explosion and waking up, that he was going to die, and he made peace with it. And then he wakes up, realizing he's been doomed to an existence that he's completely unfamiliar with, as a direct result of his creation as well as his best friend, who meant well but ultimately broke his promise to destroy said creation? He may not be in pain, he may not have to fight to stay alive in the way that he used to. But is it possible for him to feel any sort of relief or happiness in the traditional sense after being so changed? Is he still human enough for that?

If the answer is no, is he aware of that? What does he think about all this? About knowing he may not be able to feel anything again, including pain? How will he cope? How will he feel? What if the writers of arcane actually hate me? What if they wanted to see me keel over and cry and pace my room at night because they know I spend too much time thinking about this little twink? What if they seek to destroy me emotionally? What if

[dastardly-imbecile]

Mechanical Butterfly (III)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

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Viktor doesn't run from Singed. Silco sees the burgeoning inventor in the young girl he found, after Vander. Collaborations abound!

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Wordcount: ~2100

Singed is back by the time the knock comes, which he’s thankful for. He allows Viktor to answer the door himself, absorbed in methodically sorting through the brains of an overgrown rat. 

Standing before it, in the alleyway, is the woman who’d come in Silco’s entourage the day before, and Jinx, the man himself nowhere to be found. Viktor can’t help but be glad for that—he doesn’t know how he’d possibly teach with that man peering over his shoulder at all moments. 

Then again, looking at the sharp expression on her face, she may not be much better. 

Jinx, however, is the picture-opposite to her—face bright, a smile already tugging at her lips, standing tall. A moment of hesitancy flashes over her expression, as she looks up at him, but it doesn’t quell the clear excitement thrumming through her. 

He steps back, murmuring a quiet, “come in.” 

She does so eagerly, and the woman slower, scanning around the lab, clearly looking for danger. 

“Viktor?” She asks him curtly. He nods, though surely she recognizes him from the day before. 

“And you?”

“Sevika.” The answer is sharp. Singed glances up at the name, some note of recognition in his gaze, though he soon turns back to the rodent’s cracked-open head. 

“My room,” he says to Jinx, nodding towards the open door. It’s a small place, cramped, nothing but the bed and the mass of the half-built forge in it. 

“Not so fast,” she growls, “let me check.”

She bustles off towards the room before he can tell her not to touch anything. For what’s essentially glorified babysitting duty, she seems rather serious about it all—then again, she works for Silco. There’s probably a lot of motivation to be good at her job. 

He follows, finds her poking through the space underneath his mattress. 

“I assure you,” he says, “it’s safe.” Not like he’s hiding a bomb in the room—what does she think he wants to do? Blow up a child, her, and himself?

She mutters something inarticulate, strides over to the far wall and leans against it. A vantage point to look at both the room and, in the lab beyond, Singed injecting the rat with a vial of glowing magenta. 

“You can sit,” he tells Jinx, indicating the bed. She does so, padding over to the spot with the attention of a child in a schoolroom, as if he’s some sort of actual instructor. 

On her lap, she holds a small brown bag. He nods at it. 

“What’s that?”

“Oh!” She opens it, and from inside, withdraws a handful of crude, clumsy tools—a screwdriver that’s hardly more than a rusted rod of metal taped to a block of wood, a small mallet with a chunk missing from the end. They look like something a beleaguered shopper trying to exert minimal effort would scrape up in the cheapest parts of the market, which he suspects is exactly what they are. “I brought my own tools. And Silco told me I should make something for you, so I thought-”

Here, from the bottom of the bag, she extracts something else, holds it gently pinched between two fingers and extends her hand for him to take it. He leans forwards, unsure of what it is at first glance—it is only when she drops it into his palm that he realizes. 

It’s a small butterfly. Deceptively delicately crafted—at first glance, it is nothing but a twist of wires, but as he examines it closer, he sees the shape of wings and even gossamer-thin legs. And, lining its back-

Gears. Experimentally, he prods at its wings, and they move, flapping up and down. Everything about it is so small, so carefully put together, that he could not imagine the patience it must have taken. 

“You made this?” He doesn’t bother hiding the admiration in his voice. Just the minutiae of the body and wings is enough, but to attach the mechanisms for it to move is beyond what he’d expected of her. 

She smiles wider, the last of the anxiety melting away. “Yes! Is it… do you like it?”

“I do,” he says softly. He glances at her fingers, the small hands of a child, thin and nimble, and has a sudden idea. “Come here,” he says, beckoning her forwards, towards the forge upon the ground. 

She obliges, slipping off the bed and approaching it—it’s almost as tall as her, and he’s gratified to see similar awe in her eyes. Singed’s appreciation for what he does is nothing more than the occasional comment on his talent, always said in a detached, observational sort of tone. It feels good to be recognized. 

“Inside,” he says, grabbing a flashlight off the top and shining it inside, “can you see that exposed panel?”

“Where it’s peeled back?” She asks, peering in. 

“Yes,” he says. 

Outside, there’s the clatter of a door closing. 

“Where’s he going?” Sevika asks immediately, making him turn, peer out the door. The lab is empty—Singed must have left. 

“I don’t know,” he answers semi-truthfully, “out.”

“Who’s he getting?”

“Nobody,” he says. Does she suspect an ambush? 

Her eyes dart down to regard his twisted leg, and he gets the ugly feeling that she’s currently considering how easily she could beat him in a fight—the answer is, very easily—before they flick back up and she lets out a low sigh. 

By the time he turns back to Jinx, she’s already halfway into the forge. 

“What are you doing?” He asks. Her voice, when it comes back, is muffled. 

“All you have to do is- is connect the green wires, I think, and then make sure to plug the switch in, and then I think you��re missing a part.”

“Missing?” he asks. 

“Yes, you need something to ignite the spark with, right?”

“I’d planned on installing that later,” he says, but she makes a sound of negation. 

“It’d be best here.”

He steps back, takes a moment to think on it—and, yes, it would be most convenient. For the first time, he smiles, and she extracts herself from the forge interior, blue hair a mess and a nervous cast to her mouth. 

“...Would it?” She asks, and he realizes he never responded to her last point. Suddenly, all that confidence is gone, drained out and replaced with something vulnerable. “You know best, obviously, you’re the inventor and you made this and-”

“No,” he says, cutting her off, “no, you were right.”

Still, she doesn’t move. He nods at the forge. “You were doing a good job. If you wish, you can continue with the wires.” He holds up his hand, wriggling the fingers slightly. “My hands are a bit too large.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, and for what, he’s unsure, but he nods anyways, watches as she returns to the forge. 

Must be an hour, maybe two, before Sevika steps off the wall. Currently, he’s walking Jinx through the construction of a filter, watching her fumble with the delicate meshes, but both of them pause as she approaches. 

“Time to go,” she says, huffing out a breath, “boss wants you back. Same time next week?”

The last question, she directs at Viktor, who nods. Jinx stands without complaint, dropping the filter—and he hesitates before speaking up. 

“No. Keep it.” 

Questioningly, she reaches for it. He nods. “You know what to do, no? Finish it by next time. Consider it… homework.”

The delight on her face at the prospect is both startling and slightly gratifying. He tries to smile back. 

Sevika fishes about in one of her pockets before withdrawing another brown pouch, this one jingling musically. She tosses it to Viktor, who just barely manages to catch it, the weight bowing his arm down. 

“For you and your father,” she notes, and steps out without waiting for his response, escorting Jinx with a careful hand on her shoulder. Even as they leave through the front door, he stands immobilized, carefully considering the pouch. 

Singed is not a father, not in the way that Viktor’s ever thought of him, even though he can perhaps see the logic in calling him that. But no, he had a father, one who died upon the bridge, and Singed is simply a man who fed, sheltered, clothed him, though he cannot think of an equivalent word for that at the moment. It has always felt faintly transactional in nature—always, Viktor has had a job, no matter how trivial, that he does in exchange for this bit of care. 

First, it was caring for Rio, and then it was as an errand boy and lab assistant, spending long afternoons hunting down rats in the gutters or ferrying chemicals to Singed during his experiments. Then, as he began to build, to tinker, it became creating contraptions for the lab, and now it’s this work, bringing in enough money to buy things like food while the other member of the household is off experimenting in the cave. 

Which, speaking of, he’s still not back from. Viktor leaves the bag of coins upon his desk before returning to his room, beginning the work on the nine other filters he needs to make. At least Jinx will take the load of one off of his shoulders. 

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It is not until late night that Singed stumbles back in, closing the door with a heavy thud. Late enough that Viktor is usually asleep, but he had work to do, and besides, he tries to stay up and wait for Singed if he can. Does not want a repeat of that night of the explosion, does not want to be sleeping while the man bleeds out in the next room over. 

Tonight, he’s unharmed, though tired—he sits down at the lab table with a heavy thump, arms ridgid on the desk. Viktor approaches quietly. 

“You remember Rio,” Singed says—a rare occurrence, him starting the conversation. He nods. 

“Of course.”

“How did you do it?” He asks, swiveling around to regard him, “help her with the Shimmer. How was it done?”

“I… don’t know,” he replies, thinking once again of the giant salamander. Always affectionate, even in her last days, curling around his legs as he slept so she could share his warmth. He’d wanted to bury her, after she died, but Singed insisted on dissection—a process he was normally accustomed to, but in this case, sat out. Viktor left the cave during the process, spent those hours as she was cut to pieces sitting by the river and stretching his leg in the cool water. “Did you not find anything? In her blood?”

“No,” he says, “I’ve attempted distillation, but it is a fraught process. Little has come of it. Cannot preserve it, either—the meat spoils. Not physically, but the Shimmer inside does not take to being extended.”

He winces at the thought. Too soon, still. 

“All the ones before,” he continues, “and all the ones after, the Shimmer changes irrevocably. It is some malady that runs molecule-deep. In small doses—” now, he indicates himself—“it heals, somewhat. But what I’m working on requires too much.”

“What are you working on?” 

“A vast project,” is the answer, more crumbs of knowledge yet. The next words rest heavy on Viktor’s tongue, the words that he doesn’t dare say—that of his daughter. He knows, obviously, from seeing the room and the coffin, from doing his own bits of illicit research. Coming across the name Doctor Reveck, catching glimpses of a girl in Singed’s scratched golden locket. 

And Singed knows that he knows, because how could he not—has alluded to the matter, dancing around the topic with all the grace of a spy. 

It is part of the reason that he has never considered Singed his father, he supposes—because the spot of the child is long-filled. 

So he doesn’t say it, and instead shrugs, an uncomfortable movement with the cane. 

“I do not know how I did. Rio simply… survived.”

And how different it would’ve been, if she hadn’t.

Singed lets out a long sigh, the most emotion that he allows himself to show, before standing from the chair. “Perhaps you are uniquely brilliant. I’ll find the key. You should rest.”

Hypocritical words from the man that Viktor’s sure will stay up the rest of the night, but that’s another effect of the Shimmer. Honestly, that facet of the drug, the ability to need so little sleep, is almost as tempting as the prospect of fixing his leg. 

“The money is on the table,” he says. Singed makes no move to grab it, instead striding over to one of the long rows of jars upon the wall, selecting one with a litter of baby rabbits floating within. With his other hand, he reaches for a loaf of bread that sprouts clumps of glowing pink mushrooms. 

“Goodnight,” Viktor adds.

This, finally, garners a response. 

“Sleep well, Viktor.”

He doubts he will, thinking of Rio as he is, but the sentiment is nice.

[henrysglock]

Yessss okay so if you’re seeing what I’m seeing…the trailers/posters/promo marketing for this season of Arcane were ALLLLL about a Vi vs. Jinx showdown. You know, the thing that happened in like episode 3? And then Act 2 and 3 happen. Not only are they not fighting, they are teaming up together for most of the story! Speculation, do you think a kid such as Holly might make like Isha in humanising Henry to our cast and the audience in season 5, maybe shedding some light on the Alice scenario?

YES okay hello

I didn't actually see any of the promo, because I've had arcane and related tags blacklisted for a hot minute 😭 but I absolutely don't doubt you. Jinx vs Cait/Vi was really set up at the end of S1—I feel like one could compare Jinx hitting Piltover with the rocket at the end of S1 to Vecna opening the rifts. "Papa" is dead, sister has chosen the "wrong" side, and we're dealing with a bona-fide act of war. It seems like a perfect setup to really pit Jinx and Vi against each other, and then...boom. Jinx is suspiciously quiet, wallowing in the loss. Vi is resentful, but she doesn't hold as much vitriol as her girlfriend. Isha brings some of the life back to Jinx, some of the happiness, some Powder. Isha's calmed her, too, a little. Vi seeing Isha defend Jinx, and Jinx messing around with Isha, reminds her of her and Powder. Suddenly Vi is faltering. Then all it takes is Jinx coming and genuinely asking for help, and Vi crumbles.

Isha being that reminder, that bridge, does a lot for Vi and a lot for the viewers. Vi remembers that her sister is still her sister, that she can't abandon her (we're pretending everything post-Isha didn't happen quite the way it happened smdh). Isha brings the family back together—the jinx, the beast, the traitor—right before everything truly goes to shit.

By Holly, I assume you mean Nell's character, who is unnamed as of yet.

I absolutely think she could play a similar role. In fact, I'm fairly certain of it. If she is Holly, and she ended up in Henry's inner world somehow, then she'll definitely be a source of "see, Henry doesn't do all that by choice" and "Henry was/is good with and kind to children". If she's someone else, a figment or an alternate-universe reality (see: Ekko's trip in an AU), then it's a chance to dig into "this kind of thing is what Henry always dreamed of". I know Jamie said way, way back that Henry really did think he was going to escape and have a nice life with El. Nell's character is a good avenue to explore that/explore how that humanizes Henry as someone who may have wanted a daughter of his own. I also agree with you that it would be a good way to explore a sort-of "penance" for what happened to Alice (which El could have been, if we take NINA at face value), even though what happened wasn't Henry's fault.

This would humanize him to the audience, but it would also paint him as someone reasonable, someone who can be negotiated with—someone who genuinely does care but might not have the means to act (in terms of power, knowledge, or otherwise).

Having Henry in such close proximity to a character like that almost automatically sets us up for a humanization arc—since I doubt they'd have him harm her, not after releasing TFS and the VR with the characterizations they did—and it sets us up for a possible team-up, much like Vi and Jinx, Piltover and Zaun, "enemies" with a desperate common goal, teaming up against Viktor and Noxus.

[thehistoriangirl]

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter Three]

This one is short and messy, because I’m truly fighting creative block here. Stumbling out Google Docs covered in blood, nevertheless, I hope you like it :D

Viktor x Fem!(Hopeless Romantic!)Reader----1.9K----SFW

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Summary: You and Viktor have bonding time! (even if one is a little skeptic about it)

Tags: Friends to Lovers| Not-Actually-Unrequited-Love| Hidden Feelings| Crushes| Slow-Burn| Oblivious (both Viktor and Reader)| Romantic Fluff| Veeery light angst|

You settled across from him at the desk, a tray with two cups of two chocolate and cookies on its surface. Silence lingered heavily inside the studio as Viktor sipped his beverage and you munched a bunch of cookies.

It took you a couple of minutes to gain courage enough to say:

“I’m sorry…”, at the same time Viktor commented:

“I apologize—”

Stopping midway to the double interruptions, you automatically locked gazes, feeling your cheeks burn. If Viktor noticed, he cleared his throat and averted his eyes toward the garden.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have behaved like a child. I’m truly sorry, Mister Viktor. You’re just doing your job.”

Viktor lowered his gaze, brows slightly pinched together.

“Nevertheless, I shouldn’t have judged you like I did, Miss. I’m your tutor and I didn’t act like a professional. I’m sure you have your… eh, your reasons.” He efforted not to look toward the shelf at his back, but you did.

Rather than get angry for him to looking at your things without permission, you chuckled. "I do, yes. But they aren't less childish." You signaled at the photos slightly crooked in their positions for when Viktor scanned them moments ago. "Perhaps my father is right and I should stop dreaming like if I were still the kid in those photos. But… it’s difficult, I guess. I wanted to be like my mother—she achieved so much, coming from the Undercity into Piltover. But ever since her death, my father has been doing everything in his power to make me a useful heir.”

He squinted his eyes, resting his elbows over the desk. "I don't mean to pry, but I think you can achieve your goal and fulfill your duties all the same.”

“My goal?” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “How do you…”

It was Viktor’s turn for his face to get all red. “I—eh, I worked for the Music Faculty as a technician assistant in the auditorium. I oversaw the auditions for a couple of years.”

You grunted, hiding your face between your hands. "Well, that makes this situation much more embarrassing."

Viktor smiled softly, even if you couldn’t see him.

“If it makes you feel better, I think I can help your situation. If you let me, of course.”

"Why would you want to help me?" you said, and Viktor knew it was a good question. He asked himself the same thing, but could never grasp a logical, concrete answer. It was a strange sensation localized deep within his being, warm and liquid as the hot chocolate that traveled down his throat to cover his stomach. The way sun illuminated the room with soft hues of gold contrasting in your lashes and down your curious eyes.

"I… I don't know." He shrugged. "I suppose I want to help people from the Undercity, too. Alas…" Viktor shook his head, a sad smile expanding on his lips while looking directly, intently. "I can't do it at the moment. I can only help you.”

“So you’re saying, I’m your testing experiment.” You chuckled, an airy sound Viktor found… interesting, for sure. “I don’t mind. I judge you’re smart if my father considers you for tutoring me.”

Viktor blinked, feeling the tips of his ears getting warm. “Then, do you trust me?”

“Sure. I wouldn’t have answered when you knocked on my door if I didn’t.”

He nodded. “Good. Thank you for the vote of confidence. Hear me out first, the beginning of my idea may not be that appealing to you, but I promise you it can work if you wish so.”

You frowned. “Alright…”

"The main issue here is one that plagues many people here, especially creators of any kind. You want the liberty to make whatever you desire with your life. However, your patron—your father—wants you to do another thing. First, you have to follow his demands, and with time, Mr. Ventos would just let you be. Because you’ll know what you must do, which I assume is engross the capital of the Ventos’ business.” Viktor tapped the plates of cookies, now almost empty. “But with time you learn, you wait for a suitable opportunity. You’re Mr. Ventos' sole heir. You can have many opportunities like those if you wait for enough to make a name for yourself and wield that power."

You were looking at him with widened eyes, fingers froze in the handle of your cup.

“Why do I think you’re saying this from experience?”

“You know, I don’t want to be Heimerdinger’s assistant all my life.” He said, and then, just like an afterthought. “Miss.”

You smiled, saying your name between a drink of your now cold chocolate. “I believe if we’re going to follow your plan, you should refer to me by my first name.”

He wasn’t expecting that.

“Then, do I assume I’m still your tutor?”

"Only if you can handle me." You put three cookies inside your mouth, only because if you'd had your lips unoccupied, maybe you'll say another stupid thing.

Viktor blinked. “I think I can. Only if you promise don’t doodle me without telling me again." He put out your notes from his bag, and you lowered your head, just a little to look at him from behind your lashes. "Besides, I don't have a nose that big."

You laughed wholly this time, taking the notes and quickly tucked them into your lap.

“You do, but you’re still handsome,” you said, and then quickly added: “You’re saying that if I graduate from the Academy, my father will let me alone?”

"No. You said he wants you to be a useful heir, right? You'd probably have to work a little bit inside your family business."

You groaned, but Viktor gestured while he finished his sentence. “Especially because, if I recall correctly, your father will rather marry you off rather than let you disobey his wishes. Am I wrong?”

“No, you aren’t.” Your voice was a thin thread Viktor had to lean closer to listen. “I hate this so much—” you started, cut in the middle of your rant. “And I hate being so whiny. I’m sorry, Viktor. I know I’m annoying you.”

“You wouldn’t annoy me if we continue our lesson.” Viktor signaled the incomplete equation, a small smile playing while he gave you a pencil, fingers almost brushing. “Mmmh?”

“Alright.” You finished your drink, pushing the plate with the last cookie toward him. “Have it, please, it’s yours. For your help.”

He shyly took it, muttering a "thank you", before his speech returned to formal, voice firm and clear as Viktor explained what you were supposed to do. This time, Viktor would tap your notes or call your name every time you got distracted, even taking little breaks between long explanations and difficult problems.

In those breaks, you talked about your personal life.

“Why did you decide on being my tutor, Viktor? I’ve heard even if the money is tempting, many quit.”

“I wonder why would it be,” he said mockingly. You pretended to glare at him, but you were laughing too much for it to be considered credible. “Your Father told me something that implied that you were from the Undercity… like me. Though I didn’t know your mother was from the Undercity. She married into a very important family.”

You scoffed. “I hope she didn’t. I believe she would’ve preferred not to, in the end.”

“But then you wouldn’t have been born—” Viktor started, but your sour chortle interrupted him.  

“It doesn’t matter,” you reassured him with a tense smile that didn’t reach up to your eyes getting shinier with trapped tears. And Viktor silently hoped you didn't start to cry because he wouldn't know what to do.  “She would be still alive, too,” you muttered, lips barely open which made the words unintelligible for him to hear correctly.

Viktor tried to reach up but wasn't sure if touching you was the correct thing to do. So he poured you half a cup of hot chocolate from the little kettle, shaky fingers as he put the little porcelain thing over your notes for you to notice.

“Still, I’m happy to be here,” you added, seeing the looming mood that was starting to conquer Viktor’s eyes. “I met you, at least.”

He didn’t know what to say, feeling once again his face warming up.

You fidget with your fingers, nails clicking around the cup’s ring as you locked your gaze on the desk. “Can we… be friends, Viktor?”

He blinked, feeling his heartbeat raise with no logical cause. It wasn’t that important, Viktor tried to convince himself. Of course, you’d be the first person that openly asked about forming a friendship with him. Nothing too relevant. Why would anyone be interested anyway? He was always hidden in the library, scribbling away, or inside Heimerdinger’s office filing out paperwork.

But a change would be good. And it would be awkward for your tutoring sessions if Viktor refused—surely it was a trick on your end too, so he couldn’t back up from helping you.

An intelligent move indeed.

Viktor extended one hand toward you, smiling politely as he did it toward other merchant families and even some other members of the Academy faculties. “It will be my pleasure.”

Your hand touched his not without caution. His fingers were slim and long, palm slightly cold. He pressed your palm into his, a gentle touch that shouldn’t have lasted as much as it did.

The door at the entrance of the studio opened just enough for a maid’s voice to filter through the wood.

“Young Mistress, you’re expected in the garden to have dinner in an hour.”

Viktor quickly broke the contact, sweat prickling the nape of his neck as he felt the tip of his ears burn with shame—though he wasn’t doing anything inappropriate.

You smiled apologetically, and Viktor consulted his watch. It was indeed half an hour past his scheduled session.

“I’ll see you in two days, Viktor!” you beamed, jumping to your feet when the maid closed the door as fast as she appeared. "Be careful on the way home! You can grab an umbrella on your way out—I don't it's going to rain, but oh I wish so.”

He chuckled as you entered the same lateral door Viktor knocked on hours before. A maid quickly surrounded you with a dress, slamming the door when she discovered Viktor was peeking inside.

All he could see was half a shelf covered in books, plushies adorning a white couch, and a fluffy blue carpet adorning the entirety of the floor. It seemed even your bedroom was light blue and white.

Your notes were covered in cookie crumbs when he was piling them in order, looking with an almost unnoticeable smile at the last cookie you left on the plate for him. It tasted like nuts, filled with mousse that smelled like vanilla. It was shaped like a little flower.

From all your notes, he only took back home the one where you had doodled him. Like a silly souvenir, Viktor repeated in his mind on a loop as he walked back home. A silly souvenir of his first friendship.

Even if it wasn’t a genuine one.

[tekeruthechaotictrap]

Lament of a Nobody (chapter 7)

Meeting Sedgewick Sable and Virgil

John had begun work on Horatio's side of the cleaning, yet again taking to it well and doing a decent job for his first time. He approached the bar and froze in his place. He spotted Viktor, which he had expected to see, but also a 2nd figure he hadn't met.

The man had quite a classy outfit, a nice suit and a top hat. But there was also something strange, an air of familiarity hung around him. He took a sip of his drink and noticed the young man staring.

"May I... help you?" He questioned.

"Oh, my apologies" John would reply, shaking his head slightly to clear away his thoughts. "I just didn't expect there to be any customers here anymore."

"Ah, that's understandable. It is around the time this place would be closed. I get special treatment you see, old friend of Mitzi's."

"I see..." John would say beginning to stare again. Wick was, clearly uncomfortable but wouldn't say much else.

"I've seen you somewhere before..." John would mutter.

"Have you?"

"I remember now, I've seen you on newspapers. Sedgewick Sable, right?"

"Yes, that's me." Wick would say.

"I am John Doe, I'm a new employee here."

"I see, nice to meet you."

Wick and John politely shook hands. After which John began cleaning a few spots around the bar.

"I must say," John said to the gentleman, "I didn't expect someone like you around here."

"Yes I know," Wick would say, "An upstanding member of the community, here in a dingy speakeasy-"

"No that's not what I meant," John interjected. "I actually respect you being down here. You know what you like and you go and get it. That sort of behaviour is lost on some."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant, with your money you could be at a better speakeasy that isn't struggling to stand on it's own two feet. I understand Mrs May is 'an old friend' as you put it, but is that enough to sacrifice quality?"

"Well Mitzi and I are quite close, I wouldn't miss being here for the world."

"So you're romantically interested in her, got it."

Wick quickly shot John a surprised look. Not expecting to be read so easily.

"I-.... You-....." Wick would look a bit confused and flustered for a minute before clearing his throat and regaining composure. "Should you really be speaking about your place of employment in that way?"

"Well I guess this'll just have to remain between us... and Viktor." John would say. "I'm only kidding of course, I don't sugar-coat the truth. I made that aware to Mrs May when I told her upfront about what I thought of the state of her establishment."

"You did?" Wick asked, "You are... a brave man then. Not many would like Mitzi's reaction to an insult."

"I wouldn't call it an insult. Just an honest analysis. Plus, I don't dislike the current state of things, it's what helped me get this job."

"Is that so?"

Wick checked his watch and finished his drink, handing it over to Viktor for him to clean. Before getting up.

"As interested as I am in this conversation it's about time that I leaved. Pleasure to meet you 'Mr. Doe'."

The emphasis on the 'Mr. Doe' made it clear Wick saw through the alias. Though so many people have, one would think believability wasn't part of the selecting of the fake name.

"Pleasure was mine Mr. Sable." John said, waving to Wick as he left and cleaning where the gentleman once sat.

After another hour John had finished his first shift at the Lackadaisy. Saying goodbye to everyone he walked out the door.

Walking through alleyways trying to remain unseen, he noticed something. A white furred man, with plenty of wounds and scars. Teeth were missing and chipped in his mouth, his clothes ragged and worn. He was sat down leaning against a wall in the way of the alley he was about to go through.

John walked fast past the man, before freezing in place. He stood still for quite a few minutes. Thinking. Then turning around, reaching into his pocket and kneeling down next to the man. Out of his pocket he took out some money, a wad of a few notes, and handed it over to the man.

"Use it to get yourself some food... and maybe some new clothes. Don't you dare use it on whatever your vice is." John sniffed the air. "Based on the stench I'd assume alcohol. I will find out if you use it on anything that isn't needed for survival, and I will be very upset."

The man spoke as John stood back up, his words slurred, "Thank you."

John began walking away again. But freezing again, this time not because he was thinking. But because he heard a voice. A voice he immediately identified as Zib.

"Looks like being a new face at the Lackadaisy isn't the only thing that make you quite rare these days John. Not many people would end up giving Virgil over here money. Let alone a wad as big as the one you just handed over."

"That's all? You noticed me being a decent person?" John asked.

"What I find more interesting, is the sheer amount of money. Given the fact you got a job at the speakeasy and those oversized, clearly hand-me-down clothes, probably from an older brother, I expected you to not have a lot of money." Zib speculated

"The clothes were my grandfather's, and I sense you're trying to make a point so get to it. I'd like to get home soon." John said

"My point is, why did you go get a job at the Lackadaisy if money clearly isn't a motive?"

"Who says there needs to be a motive?"

"Does a mouse ever go into a trap without some cheese to lure it in?"

"What if the trap itself is lure enough?"

The two stood in silence for a while.

"Are you quite done Zib?" John asked.

"Sorry kid, just confused. Why did you choose to work at a rundown speakeasy?"

"I have my reasons and that's all you need to know."

"....fine, go on back home." Zib would say, turning around and going home, just as John did the same.

[cyan-skulls-writing]

Arcane Characters + Riding Your Thighs

18+ only minors DNI

With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel

gender neutral/body neutral also all the characters are body neutral so make them as trans or as cis as you want

Viktor is shy, he needs a little help to get started. He doesn’t like losing his composure or control over his emotions, but sometimes he just needs to stop thinking— and that’s when he bottoms. He may or may not actually cum, you usually use this as a precursor, to get him into a better headspace to sub, but he enjoys himself. Grinding on you this way can strain his leg after too long, but that will not stop him.

“Please, please, I want— I want to be good for you, my love, please— ah! Please, love, please— make me stop thinking.” He stops talking, then, his pretty amber eyes rolling in his head and mouth hanging open as he desperately grinds on you, his hands gripping tightly on your shoulders.

Surprisingly, Jayce really enjoys this. He doesn’t mind bottoming, even if he’s not used to it. And Jayce is a bit arrogant but he is also a dog boy at heart. If you tell him he’s being a good boy for you, he’s all the way in subspace, right away. Also he needs so many reassurances. He’s so stressed and busy all the time, you have to remind him to rest (and to make a mess of your thigh).

“Fuck, baby, yes— no, it’s good, I’m good, I’m— I’m being good, right? I’m trying to be good for you. I— yes, thank you, thank you, thank you— mmph! Ah hah—sorry about the mess.”

It is hard to convince Silco to do this, and it only happens on two occasions; one, he was bottoming and was being too bratty so you had to make him work for it, or he needs an excuse to cuddle you and get off at the same time. Either way, you have to praise him while you do this; if you praise him just right while he’s riding your thigh he just absolutely melts into you. Sometimes even the King of Zaun needs to be a whiny mess.

He doesn’t talk much like this, like he’s afraid to admit he likes it. But that’s alright, you can tell anyway. The very fact he’s here at all, letting you take care of him, letting himself go, you can tell. His face is buried in your shoulder, blue eye shut tightly, gripping your wast like a lifeline. Unbidden, a whine keens from him when you speak; “good boy.”

Vander is so afraid of crushing you, no matter what size you are. He thinks he’s too big, too heavy. You have to pull him down and start moving to convince him to try and he’s still trying to keep his weight off you. Luckily, once you get him worked up enough, he forgets about anything and everything that has ever worried him and rests himself fully on you so you can make him cum.

“Oh, nah, pretty thing, I don’t wanna crush you, I’m pretty big, as I’m sure ya know. Oh I— ah— fuck, darling— ah, ah, fuck! I— yes, yes, please I wanna cum— ah!”

Ekko is trying his best to seem like he’s still in control, but his smug quips keep being cut off into whines and shudders and he keeps bending down so you can pepper his face in kisses— he’s not fooling anyone, least of all you, but you let him try to keep cool just to see him absolutely lose it when he’s close. You have to kiss him when he cums so he doesn’t wake every Firelight in the base.

“Yeah, you like it when I—mmph! I get myself off, don’t even let you—mmMMM! AH- yes, yes yes yes please, baby, please let me— I wanna— I wanna come plea— AH! Yes, yes— thank you, thank you—“

Honestly, Jinx kinda springs this on you when she needs to get off quickly but doesn’t have time for a whole fuck. She promises she’ll get you off later, and you know she will, she’ll make you cum all night when she gets home, but for now, she just needs to cum. She rides your thigh hard and fast and when she’s done she has enough time to clean up, kiss you stupid, and run off with a promise to return the favor when she’s back.

She doesn’t talk much, as unusual as it is, too focused on getting hers before leaving on this job. The only noise in the room is her short little “ah, ah, ah!” while she bounces. She giggles, after she cums. “Mmm, thanks, trinket, don’t worry, I’ll treat you so good when I get home~”

Vi like, just got home from a stressful day and honestly just needs to unwind. Usually she does that by having you sit on her face, but when you pat your thighs and she figures out what your offering, she’s on you in a second. She is not shy, groaning loud and clear, teaching the neighbors your name, and all the pretty pet names she calls you.

“Oh, cupcake, you spoil me, so good to me, fuck— I love you, you know that, sweetheart? Yeah, oh shit, yeah, that’s it, make me cum, come on— ah!”

Caitlyn needs a lot of reassurance and kisses just to get through this without being reduced to atoms. Whether she’s stressed or just relaxing on the couch, the moment you get her seated she forgets whatever she was doing and absolutely melts into you, she wants so desperately to be good for you. She loves it when you take control, moving her hips on you so she can focus on how good you make her feel.

Her arms coil around your shoulders as she whines and keens— you’re struck by how beautiful she is in the light form the window— the sweat on her forehead glistens, and her final cry as she cums echoes in your head even as she buries in in your willing mouth.

Unlike Ekko, Sevika is actually successful in keeping control. You’re not getting her off, she’s getting herself off using your thigh. And as she grinds on your thigh, smoking a cigar and smirking at you, all you can do is hope she decides to return the favor. (She always does, she loves you too much to leave you wanting, but the threat gets you almost as excited as the promise hidden behind it.)

“Yeah, little mouse, you like that? When I use you, don’t let you do a single thing? Aww, what? Cat got your tongue? I know, bunny, I know, but you’re being so good for me~ Keep it up and maybe I’ll let you ride me, huh? That sound good?”

For Mel, this is less about one of you being in control and more of a quiet, sensual moment. You’re both just relishing in the closeness, she’s cradling your face so gently, and you’re whispering sweet nothings back and forth, there’s wine and candles, it’s all very romantic. You pause frequently just to kiss each other, just to enjoy these gentle few minutes alone.

“I do adore you, my star. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. You shine before my eyes, like the gentlest of sunbeams. I could spend forever with you, just like this. Mmm, I love you, honey~”

[mang0tang00]

5 Acts of Love♡

Ft. Viktor

Viktor x GN! Reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1k

Part 1: Physical touch

It has been a stressful week for you and Viktor. Him with his endless experiments both in and out of work, along with piling up paperwork he seemed to neglect. You are helping him with said experiments and being Heimerdinger’s assistant on top of that! You two were juggling so much that you both haven't been able to see each other. Yes you two may live together but arriving home at different times with one always being asleep, it seemed impossible to have down time between you two. The stress had peaked when Jayce noticed that you two had stayed in the lab for 3-4 days straight. He immediately told Heimerdinger that he needs to give you a few days off to rest fully, he did the same with Viktor as well. Though neither of your brains seemed to take the word “break”, very well. Jayce went to check on you and Viktor to see if you two were actually resting only to discover that neither of you have. The eye bags had been worse than ever! Jayce had himself and Sky remove all projects and experiments from the shared home despite you and Viktor moaning in protest but your bodies were too exhausted to actually cause a halt in their removal. After a few hours, Jayce and Sky had finished their removal now it was just you two awkwardly sitting on the couch. Not knowing what to do with yourselves, you just sat in silence. Your eyes peaked at Viktor from the corner of your eye only to see him looking at you, quickly glancing away only to hear a snicker from Viktor,

“We are acting like awkward teenagers on their first date” his comment had broken a smile onto your face.

“Well we haven't really spent time with one another outside of work for…” you tried mentally counting but ultimately gave up, “a while…'' Then you hear Viktor sigh.

“I know it's been very long since we have actually done something with one another.”

Silence once again fills the room, your eyes looking around the room then you spot something, your eyes light up like a shooting star. The expression is not going unnoticed of course. Viktor then follows your movement as you turn on the record player and music begins to fill the room with a soft tune. He follows you with his eyes, the ones that you have fallen in love with. You walk closer to him and lay down on the couch and stare at him. The warm smile that fills his chest with warmth, the kind of warmth you only feel with someone you love. Your movements broke him out of his daze as your arms were opened wide for him, he knew the signal and it was for him to lay down. He did just that, he got comfortable in your awaiting arms. He placed his ear over your heart so he can listen to the rhythm he loves to fall asleep to. He closed his eyes as he placed a hand around your torso to keep your body closer to him. Both your legs intertwined with one another and your body's heat seeped into his making him sleepy. After a few minutes he felt your fingers glide through his hair, oh how he loved it when you scratched his scalp and played with his hair. Feeling your fingers press into his scalp and drag gentle lines, he gently moaned at the feeling. Viktor also felt the way your chest expressed laughter at his sounds but he could care less. In the moment you consumed all of his senses, your hands running through his hair, your scent filling his nose while he dug his face deeper into your neck (accompanied with a small giggle from you as he knew that place was sensitive), the way your heart beat. He wanted to be surrounded by you and only you, you are the most valuable thing in his life. So moments like these are what he cherished the most. He felt your other hand move from his shoulder to his leg and began to massage it. After a while he felt you move which woke him up as he had started falling asleep in your arms. You kissed his hair line then his forehead and then gently kissed his lips. The way your lips had both fitted each other in a perfect way, the softness of yours against his own, your taste, it wasn't frantic like when something was wrong. It wasn’t filled with lust like when you two were having sex. It wasn't quick and light like when it would be a fleeting kiss before work, no it was gentle and slow. This kiss embodied the love you two had for one another, the pure feelings you two felt for one another. Breaking away from the kiss he looked up at you with adoration, how had he been so lucky with you? All his dreams were about you, all his thoughts were about you, his senses filled with nothing but you. He sighs happily as you kiss him again in the same way, his heart beats faster but he smiles happily while kissing. You feel him smile which makes you smile in turn, then you laugh. Your laugh is contagious as it makes him laugh as well, the purest feeling of love was there. It will always be there in silence around others but by yourselves? It was so pungent that it could make people melt with joy. You shift so you're more comfortable but Viktor still has the ability to hear your heartbeat. You just held him closer to your chest as he held you just as tender and close as you. He feels your fingers thread into his hair once again and gently scratch his scalp. Sending him into a hypnotic state that lets his exhaustion take over.

[theprettyarachnid]

VIKTOR + ALL LETTERS YES

a/n: i... got a little carried away

warnings: nsfw

a (aftercare)

Viktor is very affectionate after sex. Before you two clean up, he enjoys just cuddling with you while brushing any pieces of hair away from your face.

He'll run a hot bath for the both of you where he just props you against his chest. He tenderly washes any bruises or bite marks on your body while complimenting you. He's big on acts of service.

b (body part)

Viktor's favourite part of your body is your face. He loves watching every expression you make when he changes in pace or moves to a new area of your body. He loves how your eyes squeeze shut and how you bite your lip when you're close to cumming.

Another favourite body part are your thighs. There isn't much of an explanation for this one, he just loves the way they look and how they feel in his cold hands.

Speaking of hands, Viktor's favourite body part of his are his hands. This is mainly because of how much you love them. He loves how your hand intertwines with his somehow perfectly and how you hold his hand when you aren't thinking. He loves how you respond to every touch, no matter how small it may be, and how they look wrapped around your wrists or neck.

c (cum)

He loves to cum inside you and isn't even ashamed about it anymore. In the beginning, he really tried not to but the second you told him, no.. more like begged him, to cum inside you he didn't hesitate.

He can't help himself from teasing you about how much of a mess you've made every time he pulls out. Not like you can give much of a response.

d (dirty secret)

Viktor will probably never admit this but he once masturbated to the thought of you before you two started dating/got sexual. Part of him is embarrassed to tell you while the other part of him is dying to know your reaction and wants to know if you possibly did the same.

e (experience)

He doesn't have loads of experience but he does know what he's doing. He's a fast learner and he studied anatomy and psychology so it doesn't take him long to find out what you like and what you don't like.

f (favourite position)

Viktor's favourite position is either missionary or cowgirl. Like I said before, he loves to see your face so any position where he can see your reactions is kind of an automatic favourite.

If he's feeling particularly tired, he likes to fuck you from the side while clutching one your breasts. He also likes this position because he can easily kiss you.

g (goofy)

He's kind of in the middle when it comes to goofiness. If you're tense about something, he makes a few teasing or sarcastic comments to help you loosen up.

During actual sex, he isn't that goofy. He's more focused on making you feel good while the both of you get to forget about day-to-day responsibilities for a while.

h (hair)

Viktor almost always looks pretty polished so obviously he's going to keep it neat and tidy down there. He does it not only for you, but for himself because it doesn't like it getting out of control. Although it's not very noticeable at first, he has a happy trail that peeks out just above his briefs.

i (intimacy)

He can come off as timid and kind of cold but he's actually very romantic. It's nothing too crazy like roses on the bedsheets or whatever, but he treats you throughout the day or takes you out to dinner.

He makes sure you're comfortable, occasionally asking if what he's doing is okay no matter how many times you might've had sex. He leaves featherlight kisses across your body while complimenting you. It's honestly very sweet how he puts your wants/needs in front of his own.

j (jerk off)

He isn't a huge fan of jacking off. He just never really has the time and would much prefer spending a possibly pleasurable moment with you instead.

k (kink)

oh great heavens

Viktor loves being in control, there's something really intoxicating about it to him. He likes to tie your hands behind your back and do what he pleases with you, whether that's overstimulating you or denying every orgasm that you get close to.

I'm not sure if this qualifies as a kink but he enjoys mirror fucking you. He likes how embarrassed you look as he makes you watch him finger fuck you.

He doesn't do it often but he likes to embarrass you. Not too much where it's humiliating but a few teasing comments mixed with degradation and praise while people are around never hurts.

l (location)

He's most comfortable when you two are home. He doesn't need to worry about someone walking in and seeing you in a way only he's allowed to see you.

He also likes being home because you don't try and conceal your moans. He loves hearing his name spill from your parted lips in between breaths and how you don't hesitate to tell him what you need.

m (motivation)

Any time you dress nice for a certain occasion. He loves the way the outfit he helped you pick fits you like a glove and how he can see just the right amount of skin.

It's somewhat torturous to him when you look so beautiful yet he can't do anything until you two get home. Although he loves the thought of ripping it off of you, Viktor's always gentle when taking off your clothing.

When you play with his hair, even if it's an innocent gesture, he can't help but get a little excited. Your nails gently scratching his scalp has him suppressing quiet moans and whimpers and you both know it.

n (no!)

The idea of actually hurting you is a no-go. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you when he was supposed to be pleasuring you.

He also hates the idea of sharing you.

o (oral)

Viktor most likely won't say no if you ask to give him a blowjob, especially if he's in his office at home. The idea of you under his desk sucking his dick while he tries to do paperwork turns him on.

He likes eating you out. The way your thighs crush the sides of his face only spurs him on as you tug his hair. Every time you tug his hair, he moans. He can't help it.

p (pace)

His pace is mainly based on his mood but he likes to take his time. He loves going over every inch of your body, getting you wet and ready for him.

Once he's actually inside of you, he starts at a slow pace for you to get used to. He gradually picks up the pace until he finds a rhythm and speed you both find pleasurable.

q (quickie)

Meh, he's not really one for quickies. It just doesn't do it for him like regular sex does.

r (risk)

Viktor is actually pretty open to most ideas you may want to experience with him. The idea of fucking you in the lab is very appealing to him but whenever you try and bring it up, his response is a quick and simple 'no'. Although every time you bring it up, the more he thinks about it.

s (stamina)

Because of his health, he can't keep going round after round. A lot of the time he needs breaks in between but during those breaks, you're cockwarming him while he's leaving hickeys on your neck.

He can actually hold himself back making him last for a pretty long time. He likes to see how many times he can make you cum until he can't last any more.

t (toy)

I can't really imagine Viktor owning any sex toys but that doesn't mean he isn't open to them. If you're into them and want him to use one on you, he's game.

If you want to use one on him, he's a little taken aback and flustered. Once he thinks about it, he's open to it.

u (unfair)

bitch

This man can literally tease you for a whole two days without giving into you. He just loves seeing you frustrated with him but not frustrated enough to actually be angry with him because you know that won't get you anywhere.

He definitely enjoys starting something when you're too busy to finish it.

v (volume)

He isn't very loud, the most noise that comes out of him is an occasional curse in between pants and strangled moans. It's not that he isn't enjoying himself, he's just kind of shy when it comes to making too much noise.

w (wild card)

He can be a little possessive but that's because so many Piltover hotshots think they can just sweep you off your feet just because he's from the Undercity.

It's never anything too extreme but there have been situations that have irked him more than he'd like to admit.

x (x-ray)

Viktor has a horse cock. No I will not go into further explanation.

y (yearning)

I'd say his sex drive is pretty normal for his age. It hiked up a little when you two started dating but overall it's nothing too extreme.

z (zzz...)

Viktor tries to stay awake until you fall asleep but after he's made sure you're taken care of and satisfied, he lays his head on your chest and dozes off.

[mistiell]

Who’s more likely to be the prankster or the one to get pranked?

A/N: I love this request so much, it was honestly so fun to write. (Also, I just sort of assumed you wanted this with Arcane characters)

To Prank or Be Pranked, That is the Question

Viktor

- Honestly, it’s hard to say which one of you would be which

- He may seem like the type to be the person being pranked, but he’s fully capable of being just as much of a lil’ shit as you are

- You probably start a prank war

- and it was by complete accident too

- You switched out his coffee for tea

- Which isn’t really a big prank, but still a prank nonetheless

- He retaliates by moving your favourite snack to different places around the apartment

- You found it underneath the bed at one point

- This continues for as long as it takes for one of you to give up and call a truce

- Which you’re both too stubborn to do

- He also moves your tea/coffee to the highest shelf he can possibly reach and teases you when you can’t reach it

- He’ll get it for you once he’s finished having his fun

- Also

- Something you should know in case you ever want to get him back

- His sides are very ticklish

- Do with that information what you will

Jayce

- You’d be the one pranking him

- You do the one where you stick an empty paper towel roll between the lid and seat of the toilet and a couple toilet paper rolls on top of the lid and say, “the toilet’s smoking”

- ^ It looks like this

- He’s actually really concerned at first

- when he comes into the bathroom, he just stands there for a second

- Then he runs a hand over his face and starts laughing hysterically

Jayce, laughing and looking mildly disappointed: Seriously? The toilet’s smoking?

You, trying desperately not to laugh: Yes! Are you not seeing what I’m seeing???

Silco

- He’d definitely be the one getting pranked

- You and Jinx team up and come up with a bunch of different ways to fuck with him

- At one point, y’all shift everything in his office a little bit to the left

- This literally goes on for months

- Once or twice a week, depending on how ballsy you two are feeling, you distract Silco for an hour or two while Jinx spends that time moving every single item just a smidge to the left

- He doesn’t notice until his desk is very noticeably off center

- Once he asks you guys about it, you feign innocence and help him move everything back to where it was

- And then a week later, you start moving everything to right side of the room instead

Vi

- She’d be the one to prank you first

- definitely the type to do the plastic wrap prank

- She’ll have it set it up hours before you get home

- And when you do, she’s in the kitchen waiting for you to call her name

You: Vi, I’m home!

Vi: In the kitchen, babe!

You: Oh, are you making di-

- It startles you so bad that you lose your balance and fall flat on your ass

- And she fucking dies laughing

You: sHUT UP, IT’S NOT FUNNY!

Vi, in tears: YOU’RE RIGHT! ITS FUCKING HILARIOUS!

- Once she’s calmed down and made sure you aren’t actually hurt, she apologizes

Jinx

- You’re the one being pranked

- Hands down

- She keeps you on your toes 24/7

- I’ve mentioned this before but she does the poppers under the toilet seat thing

- Also switches your shampoo for hair dye

- You make sure to check the label before using it now

- What’s infuriating, though, is that she’s damn near impossible to prank back

- Somehow, she always knows what you’re planning and how to avoid it

Mel

- You’d be the one pranking her

- She finds them funny, but she isn’t really the type to go out of her way to do them herself

- You hide a fake spider under her pillow and wait for her to make the bed

- You’ll be sitting in the living room, sipping on your morning tea/coffee, when all of a sudden you hear a sudden yelp from the bedroom

- You have to stop yourself from bursting out laughing

- She walks out of the bedroom with the spider looking very unamused

Mel, raising an eyebrow: You think you’re funny, do you?

You: Absolutely, I do :D

- She gets this mischievous look on her face and you’re like “Woah, hold up, wtf is about to go down??”

- She sprints at you with the spider and you literally have to scramble off the couch to escape her

- Eventually abandons the spider and just tackles you to the couch instead

- It’s not often that she lets loose like this but she’s so fun when she does

[everafterfics]

Your World or Mine [Part 2] [Viktor x Reader]

I finally finished Part 2 of this. Still two more parts to go, so enjoy!

Synopsis: You get accidentally teleported to Piltover from Earth. The Hextech scientists try their best to get you back home.

Warnings: None

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

The streets of Piltover were awfully quiet at the current hour. It was rather peaceful under the soft glowing street lamps as you and Viktor made your way to a supposedly nearby cafe. The whole situation was unusual for you, and not just the being stuck in another world part. You don’t usually get asked to go out for coffee, and even when you do your answer is usually no. However, your desire to not be alone greatly outweighed your usual hesitancy among new people.

You continued your walk in silence until a small creature darted out in front of you, stopping both of you in your tracks. The little black cat looked at you inquisitively. You let out a small gasp at how cute it looked. It began to walk towards you so you crouched down and stuck out your hand. “Come here little kitty. Pss pss.” 

Viktor chuckled at your action. The cat slowly made its way over to you. It sniffed your hand before rubbing against it. You practically squeed with joy. 

“Oh my! Hello! You over there!” A shrill voice shouted from down the street. “Please, grab my cat for me before he runs!”

You scooped the cat into your arms and held him close. Surprisingly he didn’t squirm at all. The older woman who had been shouting finally made it to you. She took the cat from your arms, “Oh thank you dear. My poor Nocturne is always getting out.”

“It’s not a problem. He seems like a sweet boy.” You scratched under the cats chin and he began to purr. 

“He really is. That is until he slips out of the door when I come home.” The old woman laughed. “Do you have cats too dearie?”

You smiled at her. “I have three actually. They’re sweet cats, but the youngest loves to pick fights with the older ones.”

“Ah yes, they’ll do that.” The woman nods. “Well, thank you again for grabbing him for me. I don’t want to keep you from your date.” 

You look at Viktor, who had been patiently waiting for your interaction with the old woman to end, then you look back at the cat lady. “Oh no-we’re not- we’re just friends.”

The cat lady hummed and gave a small laugh. “Of course dear. Have a good evening.” She turned to leave and left you standing with a slight blush on your cheeks.

You continued to the cafe in silence until Viktor finally asked, “So, you’re a cat person?”

“Well I love all animals, but yeah cats are my favorite.” You were extremely glad that Viktor did not mention the old womans comment. At least you would have been if Viktor had kept his mouth shut.

“Hm, so we are friends now are we?” 

You began to ramble and stumble over your words. “Friends, acquaintances, I’m not really sure what I’d classify our relationship with honestly.”

You reached the door to the cafe and Viktor held it open for you. “So we have a relationship now do we?” He teased.

“Ah, no… I mean… you know what I meant!” 

Viktor saw the distressed look on your face and thought that he may have gone to far. “I was only teasing. Of course I know what you meant.”

The two of you were seated in the mostly empty cafe. Viktor ordered both of you coffees. “Would you like anything else? It’s my treat.” He offered.

“Just the coffee should be fine.” You replied. Viktor ended up ordering each of you a slice of red velvet cake anyway.

“You didn’t have to order me anything else.” You told him.

“Perhaps not. But I would feel bad if you  only had to watch me eat.” You smiled at his response.

The waitress returned promptly with the coffee and cake. You both thanked her. You loaded your coffee with cream and sugar. “So you also like your coffee sweet then?” Viktor commented before doing the same to his own drink.

“I did say I didn’t like coffee very much. It’s because it’s too bitter, so the sugar and cream helps.” You took a sip and make a slightly displeased face. Viktor gave a soft chuckle at your expression. You sat the drink down and decided to eat the cake instead. “So do you always stay up this late?” You asked with a small yawn.

“I am prone to many late nights in the lab. It is the best way to make progress.” He nonchalantly took a sip of his drink.

“Just what is it that you’re inventing anyway? Sky showed me the…um…” you snapped your fingers to stimulate your memory, “the Hexgates! But I don’t really know anything about your company.”

“Hextech is about the merging of the arcane with science. Jayce and I are finding ways to use our inventions to better the lives of the people of Piltover and the Undercity.”

“The Undercity?” 

Viktor frowned. “It is the lower part of Piltover. It’s suffers from poverty, pollution, gang activity, and recently a drug known as Shimmer. The people of the Undercity live very poor lives. I wish to help the city improve, to give those that live there a better life.” There is desperation evident in his voice alongside a deep passion.

Your gaze softened at his words. “You sound very passionate about helping.” 

Viktor was silent for a moment. His gaze turned away from yours. “I am from the Undercity.” He quietly said. “I’ve seen and experienced firsthand what the people there go through. I was lucky enough to be given the chance to attend the academy. To make it out of the Undercity, but others-“ Viktor was suddenly cut off by a fit of harsh coughing. He grabbed a napkin and held it up to his mouth.

You gasped and leaned over the table. “Are you alright?!”

Viktor placed the napkin facedown on the table when his coughing subsided. He didn’t want to worry you with the sight of blood, but something about that action left a pit in your stomach. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine” he didn’t sound convincing at all.

You slowly leaned back into your seat, concerned eyes plastered onto Viktor. “Are you sure? That sounded pretty bad.” 

“It’s is nothing new for me.” Viktors voice left an impression of sadness in you.

“Have you seen a doctor about it?”

The neutral expression Viktor was wearing fell to one of hopelessness. “There is nothing they can do. My condition is…” He looked up to see your concerned eyes, sympathy radiating off of them. “…it is not good.” He chose softer words. Fatal would’ve been better but it was all too true, and he did not wish to burden you with such knowledge. 

Your eyes fell down to the table. “I’m so sorry.” 

Viktor pushed the slice of cake around with his fork. “It is not like you can do anything about it.”

You sighed and held your hands in your lap. “I know. I just… I wish there was something that could be done.”

“Me too, but that’s what I’m hoping the Hexcore can help with.” Viktor put down the fork and traded it for his mug of coffee. He took a long sip before speaking again. “I am sorry for dampening the mood. I did not mean for this to turn into a pity party for me.”

“You don’t have to be sorry!” You quickly corrected him.  He looked surprised to hear you say that. “I mean, conversations venture to many places. I sure didn’t know we would end up talking about you, but I’m glad I know. Well I’m not glad that you’re sick, I’m glad that you told me about it. Not that it will make me worry less if I hear you coughing, but…” you stopped when you realized you were stammering and Viktor was staring at you. “…uh yeah…” you quietly said. Your eyes looked to the window and you grimaced at yourself. You couldn’t really understand why you were stammering, but the way your heart was beating gave you some sort of clue.

After a moment of silence Viktor chuckled at you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. You just have an interesting expression right now.”

“That would be the disgust from my rambling.” You tried to smile but it looked more like you were cringing at yourself. “If it’s alright, I think I’d like to go to my room now.”

“Of course Miss Y/N.” Viktor got the uneaten cake boxed up and finished off his coffee before you left.

The two of you made a quick stop at the lab to pick up your discarded items before Viktor led you to the dorms. He took out a key with a diamond at the end and unlocked the door in front of you. “Your room, Miss Y/N.” He gestured.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Why thank you sir!” You teased back before entering. You gawked for a moment at the room, you’d expected something similar to the dorm you had in college, but it was more like a small studio apartment. After a short hallway the dorm opened into a room with a bed pressed against the left wall, a desk in front of the window, and a wardrobe and bookshelf along the righthand wall. When you turned the corner towards the bed you could see that there was a small kitchen on the other side of the hallway just across from the end of the bed. The room also had its own attached bathroom along the right wall.

“Is something the matter?” Viktor walked in behind you and took a seat at the desk.

You shook your head. “Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting something so…fancy.”

“Fancy?” Viktor asked in confusion.

“I just kind of assumed a dorm room wouldn’t have a kitchen or a private bathroom. At least my college dorms didn’t have those in their room.” You spoke as you explored the new space.

Viktor hummed in response. “The school is rather expensive to attend. I’d be surprised if the rooms weren’t so… fancy.” He quoted your word choice. You smiled at him before sitting on the bed and letting out a large yawn. “You mentioned not wanting to be alone. Would you like me to sit with you until you fall asleep?”

The request was innocent and he didn’t have any ulterior motives behind his words, but they still left you a blushing mess. “Thanks but uh, I think I’ll be ok.”

“You’re certain? I don’t make these kind of offers for just anybody.” Viktor sounded like he was flirting now, or maybe that was just your imagination.

“Oh yeah. You know maybe crying myself to sleep is just what I need right now.” You were only half joking when you said that.

“Alright. I’ve left the key to the room on the desk.” Viktor hoisted himself up from his seat and crossed the small room to the hallway. “Goodnight Miss Y/N.” He said before departing.

“Goodnight Viktor.” You replied. You waited until the you heard the door click shut before you released the bed covers that you had been tightly gripping. You quickly made sure that the door to the room was locked before hastily entering the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see that your face was bright red. “What the hell was that?” You asked yourself. “Was he flirting with me?” You stopped for a moment. “Was I flirting with him?” You quickly shook your head. “Get it together! You’re stuck in another world! This isn’t the time for romance!” You exited the bathroom and paced the dorm room instead. “And it’s probably not even romantic anyway, he was probably just trying to be nice to me. I am in a weird and tough situation so he was probably trying to make me feel better.” You sat down on the bed, which felt a lot comfier than it did when Viktor was in the room distracting you. “Ugh I feel bad cause he shouldn’t have to make me feel better! He’s in a worse state than I’m in. I can’t believe there’s nothing any doctors can do for his illness.” That bummed you out completely, thinking about Viktors predicament. “Why am I complaining about my feelings when there’s so much more at stake here!” You flopped backwards onto the bed.

You laid still for a few minutes just staring at the ceiling. Finally you groaned and sat back up. Your work clothes were a lot less comfortable than you had thought before laying down. You discarded your bra and pants, opting to sleep in your loose blouse and underwear instead. You turned out the lights to the room and crawled under the soft covers of your bed. As you expected, your thoughts kept racing and as the reality of everything settled in, your anticipated tears fell. Eventually your crying lulled you into a deep slumber for the rest of the night.

You were awoken the next day by knocking on your door. You almost answered it as you were before realizing that you should probably get dressed first. “One minute!” You called out. You redressed yourself and headed to the door. “Oh, good morning everyone” You said when you opened the door to see Jayce, Viktor, and Sky on the other side.

“Good afternoon is more like it.” Jayce chuckled. “Viktor mentioned that you had a long night, so we let you sleep in.”

“Oh… thanks.” You said as you ran a hand through your frizzy bed head. Suddenly it hit you that you weren’t being polite. “Sorry, would you like to come in?”

“Actually, we were going to take you out.” Jayce said.

“Pardon?” You asked in confusion.

“We’re going shopping.” Sky piped up. “You and I for some new clothes. And the boys are going to get you some basic necessities.”

“Well I sure could use a hairbrush.” You laughed. Sky reached into her bag and pulled one out. “Oh, you’re prepared.”

“I figured you might need one.” Sky replied with a sweet smile. You quickly ran the brush through your hair and handed it back to her.

“Thanks. To all of you really. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t land in your lab.” You gave a bittersweet smile that the others returned. “Let me grab my room key and we can go” 

The four of you made it down to the shopping district of Piltover where you split off from each other. Sky took you into a high end looking store filled to the brim with beautiful blouses, skirts, and dresses. “Don’t worry about pricing. Hextech is paying for everything.” Sky mentioned. 

You were immediately drawn to a F/C dress that was on display near the store window. It was longer than most dresses you typically wore, but that seemed to be the style here. The skirt had several overlapping layers and the top was a corseted bodice with a high collar. You searched for the dress in your size and took it off the rack. “Is there a changing room to try this on?” You asked Sky.

“I think it’s this way.” She led you to the nearest changing room and helped you get into the dress. 

Your jaw dropped when you saw yourself in the mirror. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn something that looked so good on me!” You couldn’t stop smiling and gawking at yourself.

“It really suits you.” Sky commented with a smile.

You look at her. “You should get something too. I’m sure you’d look great in any of these dresses.”

Sky blushed. “Oh no, I couldn’t. Getting you clothes to wear is one thing, but it’s be wrong to spend company money on myself. Besides I’m not really the type to wear dresses.”

“Ah come on, nobody will know. It’ll be a part of the same order as the clothes for me. Just try something on at least.” You tried to hype Sky up a bit.

She gave you a weak smile. “I’ll try something on, but I can’t in good conscious use Hextech money to buy clothes for myself.”

You gave her a large grin. “Alright! Help me out of this dress and we can find something for you to wear!”

You changed back into your other clothes and continued shopping. You tried on several blouse and skirt combinations with matching vests and corsets. Sky tried on one dress. It was a deep red dress with white and gold accents that reached down to her ankles, with a high collar and long sleeves. It gave Sky a very sophisticated look. When you saw her you let out a small gasp. “You look amazing Sky!”

She smiled and blushed at your compliment. “Thank you. I could never wear something like this while working…”

“But…”

“But it is very pretty. And I have to admit that it looks very good on me.”

“So we’re buying it right?” You gave her a sly smile.

“No, Y/N, I told you we can’t. And I can’t wear it to work anyway so it would be a waste of money.” Sky argued back.

“Everyone needs a special occasion outfit.” You mentioned. When Sky didn’t respond you gave a sigh. “If you really don’t want us to get it though I’ll lay off”

“Thank you.”

“Before you change out of it though,” you dug through your purse that you had brought with you and pulled out your cellphone. You pointed your phones camera at her. “Smile!”

“What is that?” Sky asked.

“It’s a cell phone. Smile, I wanna take a picture.” 

Sky became very flustered. “What?! No! I don’t want anybody to see this!”

You laughed and stood beside her. “Here we will take a picture together then” you turned your camera around and took a selfie with Sky while she was in awe of the device in your hand. You then showed her the picture. “And now you’ve taken your first selfie.” 

She grabbed at your phone. “This little thing took our picture? And in color!” Her amazement made it dawn on you that while they had technology fueled by magic here, their basic tech wasn’t nearly as advanced as your own world. “It does more than just that. Why don’t we actually buy the clothes I picked out and I’ll tell you about it while we get lunch.”

Sky vigorously nodded her head.

In the end you wound up buying a couple of dresses, several blouses and skirts, some pajamas, and a new pair of shoes. You had no idea how the money system of Piltover worked but you assumed that everything was rather expensive and it left you feeling a bit guilty.

You and Sky sat outside a small cafe, eating lunch and discussing your cell phone in detail. Sky was enamored with the technology of it. She sure did have a scientists curiosity. Jayce and Viktor found and joined the two of you for lunch. You found yourself once again explaining your cell phone to the two of them when Sky brought it up. It was funny to you how something that you thought so little of in your day to day life was so impressive to them.

“Why don’t I walk you back to your room Miss Y/N?” Viktor offered when you had all finished eating. “That way Jayce and Sky can head back to the lab to continue working on a way to get you home.” 

“Oh, ok.” You were a bit surprised to find Viktor volunteering. You had pegged him as a workaholic.

“Would you rather someone else?” Viktor looked a bit like a lost kitten. It was rather cute how he seemed worried about you not wanting to walk with him.

“Oh no! I just thought that you’d want to get back to work is all.” A visual calm washed over Viktors face to hear that. Jayce and Sky shared a quick look with each other. They’d never seen Viktor act this way before. He seemed almost flustered. “But since you offered, let’s get going.” You stood and picked up your bags. Viktor grabbed the bag of things that he and Jayce had bought you and together you waved goodbye to your other companions and headed back to the dorms.

“You weren’t completely wrong you know.” Viktor said when you reached your room.

“About what?” You asked and dug through your purse for the key. You found it and placed it in the lock, giving it a turn.

“About wanting to get back to work.” Viktor said as you entered the room. 

“Then why did you offer to walk me back?” Now you felt bad for inconveniencing him.

He placed his bag down on the small kitchen counter. “Because I wanted to give you something, but I didn’t really want Jayce to make a big deal out of it.”

“And what’s that?” You set your bags down on the bed and tried your hardest to remain calm.

Viktor reached into the bag on the counter and pulled out a fluffy stuffed black cat with a shining red ribbon tied around its neck. “I saw this and thought you might like it. Perhaps it can keep you company so you don’t feel as alone at night.”

You took the small plush from him and looked at it. The cat was absolutely adorable as far as stuffed animals go, and the sentiment of the gift had tears welling in the corner of your eyes. “Viktor, I don’t know what to say…” you looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you so much!” 

“You are very welcome.” You could see that he was trying to act suave, but the blush coating his cheeks gave away how happy he was that you enjoyed his gift. He then cleared his throat. “I should be heading back to the lab now. Would you like to come?”

“I think I’m going to put everything away and maybe shower and change, but I think I remember how to get there when I’m done.”

“Alright. Until later then.” Viktor bid you farewell and left for the lab. You looked back down at Viktors gift and your mouth spread into a giddy smile. You delicately placed the stuffed cat next to your pillow and got to work on putting everything away.

You left out one nice dress and put the rest of your newly acquired clothes into the wardrobe. “Let’s see what those boys think necessities are.” You ventured over to the large bag on the counter. You first pulled out a hairbrush, “How sweet, they remembered.” You sarcastically said and chuckled to yourself. A toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, shampoo and conditioner, “Well these are all things I’d need.” You commented. Next you pull out a couple of cups and plates alongside many kinds of snacks that you’d never heard of. “I suppose these are good to have.” You laughed. You pulled out a small carton labeled Sweet Milk. ‘What makes this different from regular milk?’ You wondered. You shrugged and placed it in the fridge.

What was at the bottom of the bag made you blush a deep red. “Why the hell would they get these!” You pulled out a box of pads. “I mean sure I might need them if I’m stuck here long enough, but that’s something I’d ask Sky about, not them!” You practically howled with laughter. You found it hilarious to imagine Jayce and Viktor arguing over whether or not you needed them, and that had you laughing even harder. When your laughter finally subsided you took all of the toiletries and brought them to the bathroom. Luckily several towels had been placed in the bathroom for you, probably by Heimerdinger when he found the room for you yesterday. 

You stripped off your clothes and got into the hot shower. The water washed a calm over you and by the time you were finished bathing you felt completely relaxed. You dried your hair off to the best of your ability and got changed into your brand new dress.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was like you were a brand new person. No trace of your old life on you, if anybody were to see you on the street they would think you’d lived in Piltover your whole life. That thought made you frown for a moment. New clothes and plenty of supplies to live here. But for just how long? It almost felt like you’d be here permanently. You lightly shook your head to clear your thoughts and let a small smile form on your face. 

“Time to go back to the lab.” 

[scarsforsupper]

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Hi,I hope you're doing fine,if I may I have something that maybe can help?[actually it will be probably make things harder cause the prompts I create sometimes are oddly specific or nonsense]

"You're trying to knit a scarf for Viktor's bday,turns out is a conplete disaster,it's even itchy as hecc,though Viktor tries his best to hide it because you did your best and appreciates your hard work."

Feel free to change stuff,make headcanons,a drabble,whatever it makes you comfortable.Take your time ♡

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, and this scarf is...mm, delightful

Viktor x gn! reader (Unchecked and unrevised!!)

wc: 3.6k

HI HI IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! i started on reqs a week ago and i pushed myself to finish it today and post bc its!! my!! birthday!! im finally 18 ^^ a treat for u guys <3 for @togetherhearted

My sunbeam? Is that you?”

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sound of Viktor’s voice, electricity shooting through your nerves, a blush following immediately. Viktor has always had a way with words—they always leave you feeling fuzzy. A blushing mess.

Before replying to the man to let him know it was indeed you, your hands fumbled with the long wooden sticks, quickly shoving along with it the colorful bunch of yarn and fibers into the little brown case you’ve brought along with you.

“Yes! Yes, it’s me.” You hollered, the sound of the steady taps of his crutch getting louder and louder.

As he rounded the corner of the corridor connecting the door to the main room of the lab, you spun around in your chair to greet him, a mop of brown hair peeking past the wall. The rest of his gangly body came into view as he sauntered over to where you sat.

“How was the meeting?” you probed, attempting to draw his attention away from the small suitcase you’ve placed behind you.

Scrunching his nose in reply, “Not so good,” he sighed, “it appears Heimerdinger isn’t fond of having our recent innovations out to the public just yet.”

Melancholy dripped from his mouth and into your heart, it broke you to find out that all those late nights spent in the lab might as well be for naught.

Furrowed brows were evident in your features as rose from your chair and stepped towards him. You wrapped your arms around his sleek figure, palms resting on either shoulder blade.

"I'm so sorry, Vik." You mumbled against his waistcoat.

He chuckled softly, "You didn't do anything wrong, love." He coiled his unoccupied arm around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent, vanilla. Calming to the max.

"I know... it's just- I can't believe that you just got thrown off the right to reap what you've sowed—" at this point, you were fuming, "—all those sleepless nights, missing out on meals, literally working your best, and this is what you get?"

Viktor sensed your breathing increase greatly, your short outburst already manifesting physically. He slowly traced a finger up and down your spinal column, the other hand's thumb drawing small circles into your waist in an effort to calm you down.

You pressed the side of your head to his chest, ear directly above where his heart is, slow thumps easing you down.

"And tomorrow's your birthday..."

Yes, tomorrow is Viktor's birthday—which brings us back to whatever the hell you were attempting to create with the yarn you had purchased weeks ago.

In preparation for your lover's big day, you had decided to produce something that would hopefully be of good use to him—more so that the winter has been especially harsh this year. You figured you could have just bought something, but you were feeling sappy as you thought of what to give as a present for him.

You had gone to the market for your monthly restocking of perishables and non-perishables when you came across an unfamiliar yet striking stall that traded crafts materials for a few gold coins.

They had blazing crimson rows of wool, bright yellow balls of thread being spun, deep cerulean weaves hung in one corner, rich brown fabrics pinned for display—the little kiosk was a rainbow in itself; it housed the most vibrant hues you have ever seen with your eyes.

It was no question that you were by no means an artist, nor were you involved in any of the creative arts—but that didn’t mean that you were absolutely uneducated in the field. You knew bits of this and scraps of that, but you never really delved much into it. You were more of what people called ‘left-brained,’ focusing more on the analytical and logical aspect of things.

As a young scholar, your heart immediately sought out the natural and applied sciences: Robotics, Biochemistry, Engineering—the likes. You were one of those students that stayed behind after each lecture, opting to linger around to get homework and projects done, taking advantage of the presence of the professor to ask questions and to clear concerns. The fondness towards the scientific courses soon grew into a full-blown passion for discovery and knowledge. You graduated as one of the top students in the field of techmaturgy, which granted you the privilege of having your very own research laboratory in the academy grounds—which is where you were currently in at the moment—and what led you to the first encounter with the love of your life.

Viktor had his own lab that he shared with Jayce Talis, courtesy of Heimerdinger and Councilor Medarda’s approval. Being the dean’s assistant had its perks, but having his own research office did not count as one of them. He had only gotten his own area when he and Jayce proved that fabricating the arcane was indeed possible; he had shared an office with the dean only until then.

“On the bright side,” Viktor muttered, slightly pulling away from the embrace to hold you at arm’s length, one palm resting on your shoulder as he kept the other on his crutch to stabilize himself, “I wouldn’t have to spend tomorrow night writing up license manuscripts.” He looked at you with bright eyes, his brows relaxed and a small smile rested on his lips.

He studied your expression with great focus, searching for signs of either relief or discomfort—heart hoping for the former.

Your mouth turned up slightly as your eyes crinkled in joy, and he took that as a sign to continue.

“However, I am to spend the afternoon at work, we still have to clean up the lab and return everything to their respective whereabouts—we did acquire quite a few tools and hazardous materials that require immediate safekeeping when not in use.”

“Excellent!” You quipped, almost not letting him finish. It was a marvelous coincidence; now you would have enough time to finish what you were desperately trying to fabricate.

Viktor was surprised, he was expecting a gloomy reply, or perhaps a sunken expression to etch its way onto your face, but none of those occurred. It was quite the opposite, actually. A peculiar grin was present instead. He wasn’t offended, or disappointed—no, that’s not very much like him at all. If anything, he was curious. Intrigued. What could possibly make you feel relieved that he would be gone for the day, more so that it’s on his birthday?

There was only one seemingly appropriate answer to that: you were preparing something for him. Something that he was to not know of until then.

It only intrigued him further; the prospect of the unknown. It scratched that perfect spot in his scientist brain, gave him something to ponder and think about. Create theories about.

As fun as it would be to exercise his ability to crack you open—he likes to exploit that sometimes—he knew better than to do that. So he pouted instead.

"Excellent? That I'm gone for the whole day, save for the night?" He playfully scoffed, the huff racking through his body making his leg brace squeak in protest.

"My, I must say, I am thoroughly hurt," his voice rasped as he adjusted one arm on the handle of his crutch, the other one on his chest, emphasizing his words. "Such venomous words..."

"Oh, my apologies," you couldn't hold in your laughter as it rang throughout the room, the beautiful sound music in Viktor's ears. Oh, how he loved the raw sound of your unhinged laughter, he always felt as if he'd slept a full 8 hours after hearing such wondrous resonance.

The two of you laughed your hearts away for the rest of the evening, only ceasing when it was time to head to the warm apartment the two of you shared.

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Knitting was never your strong suit.

Marked with an 'X' on the calendar was the 29th of December—today. It's finally Viktor's birthday.

It was a bright morning despite the snow that fell upon the city of Piltover (and whatever parts of Zaun it could reach). It was light, which was what enabled sunshine to come through. The chill of winter stayed, but it was refreshing—and beautiful to bask in the bright of day, the whiteness of powder-soft snow glowing as the light hit every fractal.

You were stationed on the carpet just below the foot of the bed, a window to your right. It let in the perfect amount of light for your tedious project, you can't afford to make a mistake on this one. Though you most definitely already have. Many times.

You continued looping yarn after yarn, grips on the knitting needles unrelenting as you ransacked your brain for the lectures you've heard in a Home Economics class you sat in for the sake of learning how to efficiently live independently. You started at around 8 in the morning, a few minutes past when Viktor left for work.

You'd greeted him the moment the clock struck twelve the night before, and in the morning you'd greeted him with breakfast in bed knowing he won't spare a minute in the lab even for a quick snack. Good-bye kisses ensued as the two of you went on with your itinerary for the day: him, laboratory work, and you, this fucking handmade scarf.

It was like a trial by fire; it was testing each and every ounce of patience you've got. Ever since you started, random knots and out-of-place strands have been popping here and there, making it look like a damn foot rag. The only thing that could possibly one-up it was that it was soft on the hands, like a hand towel.

What you did forget to consider was that the skin on the neck was way more delicate—not to mention sensitive.

You were so keen on finishing your little project as soon as possible that you'd lost track of time; you were almost done, just a few more knots here-

And there.

In your hands lay a bunched-up maroon and navy-blue striped scarf—the product of your love. And stress.

Not bad for a first-timer, you thought.

To be fair, it did look decent enough to be gifted to someone, save for a few knots and loose threads here and there.

You had only started to feel the strain creeping up on your nerves from the prolonged hunching of your back and folding of your legs; you were too immersed in knitting that your brain had started to ignore every sensation but the materials in your hands.

Only then did it the realization dawn upon you as you glanced out the window, that the sun had begun to set—Viktor could arrive any minute. It didn’t even occur to you to remember when exactly you had gotten up to switch on the lights.

You scrambled onto your knees as you reached for the brown wooden suitcase, hurriedly stuffing the extra balls of yarn and knitting needles, pair of shears and measuring tool. Shutting the box close, you pushed it under the bed as you grabbed the finished scarf and sat on the edge of the bed. You folded the scarf evenly and placed it on Viktor's pillow, after which you headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for two.

You poured hot water over the filter as you felt your heart rate come down from its previous riled state. As you turned to the cabinets, the sound of the main door creaking joined the squeak of the cabinet door. With a bottle of sweetmilk in hand, you spun on your heel towards the counter when you found yourself face to face with a very eager and joyous looking Viktor.

Your shoulders jumped microscopically—you didn't even hear the soft thuds of his crutch against the wooden flooring of your apartment, only the door, was all.

"Jesus, Vik, I almost dropped your sweetmilk." You half laughed-half sighed, breath fanning his face as he inched even closer, just until about an inch was all there was between the two of you.

"Mm... and would you get angry if it did?" He mumbled, deep voice rich in his accent, you swore your knees almost buckled were it not for the invisible support his body had on yours.

"Birthday or not, I could never get angry at you," you leaned in and pressed a sweet yet short kiss on his lips before pulling away, "Happy Birthday, my love."

He kissed you in response, free hand snaking around your waist. You smiled against his lips, tongues barely dancing against teeth. You pulled away and pressed one last kiss before fully detaching yourself from him, his head following yours in pursuit of more.

The scarf. The scarf. You slipped away from his grasp, placing the bottle on the counter behind him. Things would have escalated very quickly if you hadn't pulled away—it’s not that you didn't want to—god knows how much you crave for him just as how he craves for you. But you had other things planned for today. And besides, sex could come later. Like a dessert; the cherry on top.

Viktor watched as you turned to face him, hands behind your back, supporting your frame as you leaned on the kitchen island.

You could no longer control your excitement, a large grin making its way on your face.

“Actually,” you spoke, voice sweet and soft like milk and honey, “I made a little something for you.”

Aha, Viktor thought, he got you right where he wanted. He played along, knowing that you spent so much effort in keeping the element of surprise—he didn’t want to water you down.

“A present? For me?” His eyes wide and his pupils blown. He was so in love with you.

You smiled back at him, relieved that he seemed just as enthusiastic as you.

“I’ll go fetch it.” At that, you left the kitchen.

Viktor followed you on your way to the bedroom. He’d caught sight of the neatly folded scarf on his pillow upon his arrival, but hadn’t paid much attention to it—he thought you had bought it from a clothing retailer—he had absolutely no idea that you had made it yourself. You just managed to catch him off guard even when he knew you were planning a surprise.

The scarf looked amazingly decent—at least when he was 10 feet away.

But now that he held it in his hands, he lost all words in his mental dictionary.

You had placed the scarf meekly into his palms as soon as he was close enough, you hadn’t had the words to say, so you decided the action would speak for itself. When he hadn’t muttered a single sound—only tossing and turning the fabric, smoothing it out, and stretching it carefully before him did you decide that it would be time to speak.

“Do you…do you like it?” You breathed, nervous that your little creation was a complete disaster.

It was. But Viktor wouldn’t say that. He would never admit that. To be fair, it wasn’t a complete disaster; it just…simply had a few too many mishaps. Which wasn’t a problem, at all! What mattered to him was the effort you put in and the love you had poured while making it.

“Is it alright? I-I did lose count of my rows a few times but I did focus a lot more!” At this point you were rambling. What if he didn’t like it? “I may have done it a little too tight in some areas but I can fix it if you wa-“

“It’s perfect.”

“W…what?” What?

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You like? It?” Oh god. He likes it!?

Viktor examined you as you stared him back. Pure love and appreciation were evident in those rich golden irises of his—a feature you adored so much. To see love in his eyes was like lying on a cool patch of grass during the summer, the scent of fresh morning dew and citrus distinct in the air.

He rested his crutch on the nightstand and placed the scarf back on the bed as he hobbled closer to you.

With all his heart (and a very thick accent,) Viktor reassured you as he took you into his arms, “I love it. I love it so much,” he cupped your cheek with one hand and stabilized himself with the other on your waist, “thank you.”

He finished with a sweet, warm kiss on your forehead, traces of his cedarwood perfume making its way to your nostrils.

Before crossing off gift-giving from your list, you first wanted to see what it would look like if he wore the scarf; you wanted to make sure he didn’t look stupid when you’d set off for your dinner date in town.

“Will you…” you stalled, shy eyes studying his face, your gaze alternated between the mole below his right eye and the one above his lip. It was a habit you couldn’t seem to break—settling on his beauty marks whenever you feel embarrassed or nervous. As your lover, Viktor was not unaware of this. In fact, he always seemed to catch on the second you lower your gaze from his eyes—and he’d immediately get to work on soothing you.

“…wear it?”

“Why, yes I would! I’d wear it every time I go out.” Viktor proudly spoke, prolonging the 'every.'

Your heart swelled at his statement, giggling as you rephrased it for him, “I mean, will you try it on? Here? Now?”

It was his turn to laugh.

"And I would do that, too"

He reached for the piece of knitted cloth he'd placed on the bedside table minutes ago, his senses registering the wooly texture of the yarns you used. He was almost sure it was going to provide him with the utmost comfort on the harshest of days; wrapping him with warmth and the love you had created it with—as if it were your own arms around him.

Almost.

Anticipation clutched your heart like a vice as you watched him carefully wrap the delicate fabric around his neck, tucking in the last few feet under the new swirl that constricted around him like a snake. It was almost adorable; you wished it lived up to how snug it appeared.

And it did, at first. Viktor felt blissfully warm. It was soft to the skin, and it covered what the cold loved to prey on first.

"I can't help but wonder," he inquired, "of all gifts, why a scarf? Much less, a handmade one?"

It wasn't that Viktor didn't appreciate something that wasn't ready-made or store-bought—it just had a homey feel to it—and he couldn't quite place the forlorn feeling of nostalgia that was starting to hit him like a brick. It just didn't seem orthodox for you to indulge in artistic craftsmanship. He knew you like the back of his palm—and he knew that you weren't the most artistically inclined.

"I remember you told me once... it was a long time ago, you probably wouldn't remember—but you told me-" you were staring at his mole again.

"Breathe with me, you're doing great."

Sucking in a breath at his instruction, you continued, "You told me that your mother was a craftsman. An artisan."

Oh lord... was that why you picked a handmade scarf as a present for him?

"I wanted to make something meaningful that would remind you of...well, home."

He did tell you stories of his mum. That she was the brightest and most creative artisan in all of Runeterra. You could recall just how starry his eyes would get and the glee that sang in his voice whenever he mused about her.

He loved her so much.

The soft glow that emanated from the window behind you as the sun dipped into the horizon definitely didn't help the newfound adoration for you that was starting to paint you in a new light. It was all coming together now, and it definitely scratched the itch in his brain.

Speaking of which, just as the itch in his brain was scratched, a new one formed. And it was coming from the skin under the fabric.

Viktor craned his neck—he didn't want to pay any mind to it—hoping it would somehow disappear if he continued ignoring it. But it didn't.

Miniscule tingling soon turned into full-blown discomfort; the prickling sensation ravaged around his neck like a lion would a helpless gazelle. It didn't help that you were fawning over him, eyes bright and vivid as you admired the way it looked on him.

"Wear it out to dinner later, hm?" You chirped, "I'm taking you out to town tonight."

Oh, my sweet pie, tell me how I'd last with this caterpillar—very lovely caterpillar—around my neck. But god forbid he say that. He saw right through your actions how much you'd anticipated for him to wear it, just as how you'd put the thought and meaning into making it—with your very own hands and sweat.

He smiled as he stretched his neck once more, pushing the irritating sensation of the threads in the yarn to the back of his mind; he could deal with it. As long as he had you by his side, he knew he could deal with anything. That was just how the two of you worked—you were the strength of each other.

A hand extended to you in invitation.

"Then, shall we?"

[mysticmousecat]

Part of "He Knows" part 2

I'm hoping to be done with this part soon, but the writer's block is real you guys. Also, yes, I am aware this chapter is incredibly self-indulgent sounding but I'm already this far into it and I'm not turning back now. Also Also, I mention in this that the ChemTech component mines release minute levels of radiation, I say that because I have a theory (Probably incorrect but a fun idea) that the components ChemTech uses are actually an isotope of Uranium, specifically U-238 which while not super good for producing energy, is fantastic for using in metal textiles and produces something called Depleted Uranium after being processed which is like a fine dust that when inhaled is incredibly toxic and upon long term exposure (Like growing up in a place where it is incredibly unregulated in the atmosphere) can cause diseases and cancers to show up later in life, such as lung cancer *hint hint* (If you wanna know more about this theory, because there is so much more in my brain, send in an ask and I'll go further into detail. Anyway, science talk over and back to my self-indulgence.

“I started working on this concept shortly after I returned to Zaun,” Viktor started, holding the object up for you to see better, and upon closer inspection you found it to be some kind of armor it seemed. “Being back in the Undercity reminded me just how severe the pollution there is, much to the fault of the chem mining that takes place there. I started working on an armor plating that could protect the wearer from the minute amounts of radiation released from mining, while the levels are not immediately harmful, I feel my falling ill is proof enough of its long term affects.”

You stared at the distinctly feminine shape of the garment. “There a lot of women miners?” You asked, sending a side glance toward Viktor, who, for just a split second, you could have sworn you saw the slightest hint of a blush, but it was gone before you could really look at it.

“…No,” He finally said, then seemed to rack his brain for another response for a moment. “Though this is more for the people who live near the exposed seams, like I did,” You nodded at his explanation, it made sense, protect the internal organs from radiation damage from the ChemTech components, valid idea. “I also may have known when I made this prototype that I’d be asking you to be the one to wear it.” You took another glance at the armor, noticing now that it was indeed very close to your own shape and size, you didn’t know what to focus on more, the fact that Viktor had known he wanted you to wear this first or the fact that the bust size seemed to be a near perfect match to your own, you tried not to think about that one too much, it was sending your brain to dangerous places. “So, will you wear it?” Viktor’s question pulled you from your thoughts.

You eyed the garment again, trying to figure out where it began or ended or how you’d even go about getting into it. “How do I put it on?” The smile Viktor gave you brought heat to your skin, a mischievous glint in his eye suddenly replacing the slightly nervous look that had been there previously.

“You will need help.” Was all he said before laying the garment down onto the table behind him. He turned back toward you and cast an inquisitive glance toward you, placing on hand on his hip, the other supporting his weight as he leaned on his cane, seemingly scrutinizing you.

“What?” You asked, you could practically see the cogs turning in Viktor’s head as he thought.

“If I make a request, do you promise not to hit me?” He asked, his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“I guess that depends on the request.”

Viktor looked at you and then back to the armored garment on the table, then back to you. “This garment is designed to be snug against the wearer, and I’m not sure it will fit over so many…layers.” He finally said.

You looked at your best friend for a moment, only halfway processing exactly what he had just said, was he asking you to… “Viktor are you asking me to strip?” He seemed to actually choke at your response, which you will readily admit is hilarious, but still failed to quell the sudden fire under your skin.

“I am doing no such thing!” Viktor sputtered. “I’m simply saying that while this garment could go over your jacket and shirt, I may have a harder time fitting it to you properly, though I will happily try if you’d like.” You thought about it for all of a few seconds before you brain supplied a very helpful, ‘fuck it’.

“Okay.” You spoke. You’d expected him to be surprised, maybe a bit shocked that you’d agreed to essentially get half naked in front of him, but instead you swore you could see the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes, an ever so subtle smirk on his lips before he schooled his expression back to perfect composure. That had been your first warning of what was to come, the beginning of what would be the most wonderful of hells that you would be forced to endure over the coming weeks.

“Perfect.” He said as he started rummaging through a drawer behind him, finding what he was looking for in the form of a fabric tape measure. You pulled the zipper of your jacket down as he made his way to the front door of the lab, flipping the lock loudly, giving you a slight startle. “Definitely would not want any uninvited guests.” While knowing no one was going to be barging in while this was happening did ease some of your nerves, you still had to deal with the fact that Viktor was very much about to see you in barely anything but a bra.