Ah. Ahem. Before anything else- I am really nervous about posting this but screw it—
Paraluman [Songfic]
An Arcane CcxOc Fanfic [Teaser]
ALL BECAUSE OF LUCK
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Sa unang tingin, agad na nahumaling
Sa nagniningning mong mga mata
Ika'y isang bituin na nagmula sa langit
At first glance, I'm already obsessed
In your shining eyes
You are a star from heaven
Maybe she had too much coffee that day. Maybe she didn’t sleep right? Or maybe something is happening in her body. Science could explain things right?
—maybe it could explain what has happening to her.
Because everytime she sees the quiet and reserved hextech scientist named Viktor, she felt her cheeks flushed and warm. Her breath hitching and her chest tightening.
What was happening?
Viktor was the co- founder of Hextech and she had only seen him work a few times but she couldnt mistake that feeling. This feeling.
When did it all start happening?
Maybe it was when the members of the other wing was invited to see how the Hextech Scientists had worked, meaning seeing how Viktor and Jayce Talis had worked.
The other girls were drawn to Jayce of course but her, she was drawn to the silent brunette haired scientist tinkering at the many tools and what have yous in his disposal. Arnoren saw how his eyes had glimmered while doing his work and it was no mistake that she had delve into something, something she didnt ask for.
Hindi ko mawari ang taglay mong tinatangi
Sadya namang nakakabighani
'Di maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman (ooh)
I can't imagine what you have in store
It's just fascinating
I can't explain how it feels (Ooh)
The visits to the other wing was becoming more frequent. Heimerdinger had allowed the other scientists from the new wing to visit those that are in the old wing. And Arnoren, had this chance to go and observe Viktor and Jayce working and advancing their technology and forte.
Well she had clearance to do that. Besides Heimerdinger’s permission, Viktor and Jayce are her friends now. To add, they loved her presence around them. It was to say a refreshing feeling. Though in the back of Arnoren’s mind, this was a chance to learn what this feeling was.
“Hey.” Came a voice that for sure had brought shivers down her spine.
“Hey Viktor!” She smiled, waving. Praying to whoever is called a deity that her cheeks wouldnt show any shades of red or pink.
“It’s been days since Heimerdinger has allowed the visitations. Not that I mind, but youre here almost everyday. Oh and please dont forget about me.” Jayce whined.
A playful pout played on her lips after hearing him.
“Hello Jayce. And how shall I answer you?” She hummed placing the set of notes she had carried from the New Wing, on the table. Viktor turned slightly to listen to their friendly banter. He in all honesty, loved their exchanges. It would always leave Jayce speechless much to his amusement.
“Hmm.” Ren began, acting all innocent but Viktor knew there was a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
“I mean you both are famous. I have to keep watch. I don’t want you two to be kidnapped.” She finally replied, crossing her arms and showing such a smug attitude.
Jayce sighed and carded his fingers through his hair and laughed. Viktor chuckled lightly.
“I see you went with a playful response.” Came Viktor’s statement causing Ren’s attention to turn to him. And yet again, her breath hitched but she made that unnoticeable. Hopefully.
“Wha-what do you mean?” Her reply came out as a stutter, clearly it was sometimes like this around him.
“You give Jayce explanations that would leave the poor man dumbfounded. To my amusement-“
“Hey-“ Jayce cried out at the side.
“And sometimes you have options to resort to playfulness but that is just how I observe.”
Viktor reasoned, leaving a Arnoren a sudden blushing mess.
Observe? He observed her?
Who was she to be observed?
She felt her chest ache and that feeling resurfacing again.
It was though she was floating.
“Ahem!” Ren broke the silence. “I firstly thank you but uhm— work. We have work to do! I mean you guys have work to do!” The redhead scrambled upon her words.
“Yes. You can also help us Ren.” Viktor offered. Jayce nodded.
“I will be glad to help.”
Namumukadkad ang aking ligaya
Sa tuwing ika'y papalapit na
Hawakan mo ang aking kamay
My happiness is blooming
Whenever you get closer
Hold my hand
Arnoren was at the New Wing with her colleagues. They were all gathered around for a session. Apparently it had been found out that she was really good at sketching and so her colleagues pressure her into teaching them the basics of drawing.
“I- do I really have to?” The redhead whimpered comically and was actually blushing. The girl was absolutely flustered.
“Yes. It will be helpful when we draw our inventions Ren.”
“Plus those artifacts that we need to record, this skill might come in handy!”
Her colleagues said, the look of pleading and begging mostly seen on her female colleagues meanwhile the males were just amused.
“Ugh- alright fine. Take a seat.” Arnoren murmured.
“So how do we make these crystals undesctructible?” Jayce mused, biting into the sandwich.
“Perhaps we could encase them with something malleable and yet strong, no?” Viktor replied, writing some notes as they conversed.
“Would an armor work?”
“I believe it will only make the crystals dense?”
“So what do-“ Jayce stopped as soon as they passed by the New Wing where Arnoren was studying and working.
“Hey is that Arnoren on the board?” Jayce looked into the room and gestured to the redhead who was already teaching her fellow colleagues.
“We want that surface to look smooth right…? so we need these lines here.” Arnoren stated rendering “ohh’s and ooo’s” from the people in the room.
“She’s teaching them drawing. Isnt that adorable.” Jayce chuckled lightly.
Viktor’s pencil hovered as he paused and then with eyes wide, turned his attention to Jayce.
“Wait what?” His accent apparent as he moved closer to the doorway.
Lo and behold Arnoren was indeed teaching the group about drawing. She was telling them at the moment, how important adding texture to the drawing is. Viktor couldnt help but be drawn in and decided to listen.
“Maybe we should join her class.” Jayce suggested in a taunting manner.
“I dont mind.” Came Viktor’s immediate reply.
“Now, next we -“ The redhead paused as soon as she saw two familiar figures walked in. She started to fret.
“Please, go on Miss Portier.” Viktor’s voice assured her, knowing that the female was possibly nervous whilst the group had their attention on the great Hextech scientists.
With that being said, Arnoren could feel the pressure building up. Her hands were starting to get clammy just as soon her colleagues looked at her again.
But a thumbs up coming from Jayce and then a encouraging nod and a smile from Viktor was somewhat a sufficient goad for her nervousness to slowly settle.
“I think I learned something, don’t you think Viktor?” Jayce tauntingly began, as he arranged the chairs that were used earlier.
Ren glared and threatened Jayce with an eraser.
“Jayce. Enough.” Viktor chuckled, erasing the board, his way of helping Arnoren.
“I was merely teasing.” Jayce reasoned out. Arnoren would only reply with her mocking Jayce.
“Arnoren.” Viktor playfully glowered. “You as well. Stop.”
She stopped erasing the board and felt her cheeks flush, again. Well most likely when she was near Viktor or if he was near the vicinity.
Arnoren nodded shyly.
“Good.” He walked closer and have her light pats on the head.
Ah yes.
If his hand stayed any longer, she might have crumbled into a million pieces. She was glad that Viktor resumed in erasing the board. Arnoren followed soon after, glancing at how just how close their hands were.
The redhead wondered what would holding his hand feel like. How would her small fingers fit around his slender, candle like ones?
As Viktor continued to erase what was on the board, he slightly glanced at Arnoren who was for sure blushing so much. And he wondered why? Though, maybe he did know why.
Oh, Paraluman
Ika'y akin nang dadalhin sa
'Di mo inaasahang paraiso (hoo-hoo)
Oh, My Muse
I will take you to
An unexpected
Paradise (Hoo-hoo)
She huffed while fumbling about with her pencil on her hand.
“I cannot believe I am doing this.” She carded her fingers through her hair and then messed up that already messed up locks.
It could be the influence of coffee or sweets. Maybe it was the music she heard earlier but yet again she had found herself drawing Viktor.
In actuality, she had been sketching out Viktor. To save her embarassment, she had been sketching other things too besides Viktor. At the same time, her sketchbook cannot lie. Most of them were filled with how Viktor was working, or reading a book. Of how he held his staff, just those beautiful fingers curving to hold something so ordinary and yet within his hands it truly looked majestic. And of how, her other sketches comprised of stolen moments, where she had drawn Viktor out of just merely wanting to capture him smiling, or out of just merely wanting to study him through drawing.
Maybe you could say that Viktor was her muse.
“Oh for the love of anything historical-“ She expressed, letting her head plummet to the surface of her sketchbook, groaning.
Not knowing that someone was behind her.
“So you like Viktor.”
The moment she heard those words, Arnoren jolted and closed her sketchbook and looked back to see Jayce with a look that was screaming for: I know something worth my interest.
That look that would urge her to just punch that taunting expression right off his face.
“You didnt see anything!” Ren cried out, and finally hid the sketchbook from the black haired man.
“Sure. That I will just let myself act blind to what I just had witnessed.” Jayce was not gonna let her down with this one. His smug expression becoming wider and clearer as the sun.
“If you dont wipe that smug off of your face, Mr. Jayce Talis I will murder you in broad daylight.” Arnoren hissed, crossing her arms.
“That won’t exactly put a smile on Viktor’s face would it?” Arnoren heard him say and no doubt Jayce heard the redhead whimper.
Was this the answer?
Did she have these feelings because she liked Viktor?
Maybe.
It could be.
She placed her hood up to cover her reddened face. Why did this have to happen?
“Oh hush.” She wanted Jayce to shut up. Even more so that she wanted to just disappear from the world. Jayce laughed and then pulled a seat before sitting next to the flustered redhead.
Arnoren looked up at him, with doe-eyed eyes and sighed.
“Do you really think I like Viktor?” She asked him much to Jayce’s surprise.
“Are you unsure?”
Arnoren shook her head upon hearing his response.
“No. I— Jayce. Whenever I see him its just, I feel my chest ache. Like it could burst out at any moment. I feel somewhat I dont know- like how they say butterflies floating in my stomach? I get so happy whenever I see him. And the cherry on the top— I want to know how it would feel to hold hands with the guy!” She enumerated everything resulting that her cheeks had now gone fully red and there was no way that the hood could hide such evidence.
“Ren.” Jayce placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Not like. But you fell in love with Viktor.”
“I- what?” She swiveled to turn to face him, her hood falling rightfully on her back again.
“Yes. You love Viktor.”
Palagi kitang aawitan ng Kundiman
'Di magsasawa, 'di ka pababayaan
Isasayaw kita hanggang sa walang hanggan (hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo)
I'll always sing
A Kundiman for you
Won't get exhausted
You'll not be neglected
I will dance with
You forever
(Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo)
After days of finding out that, and through the help of Jayce, she had found herself realizing and knowing that she had feelings for Viktor.
And this might be- that right now, her feelings that she had been experiencing seem clear.
The feelings as if her breathing stopped the moment she sees Viktor passby their wing. Or the feelings of happiness and euphoria whenever she and Viktor talked. Or the moment when she felt like butterflies were flying and her her heart flipping when Viktor was too near.
It was all to clear.
She had fallen for Viktor.
And there was no doubting that.
She had fallen in love with her Muse.
Tonight was a special night for the Academy. Last year’s participants from the Distinguished Innovator’s Competition were all gathered inside the Academy for a gala- between friends and innovators and scientists alike. It was no surprise that the historians-to-be from the New Wing was also invited.
That is to say that Arnoren and her colleagues were invited.
Her colleagues had fit right in, already conversing with such fancy people around the room. It was true that Arnoren had a blood of a Piltie but being brought up in the Undercity- she had never found herself once attending a gala.
Much more with important people too.
Maybe what she was wearing now was all for naught. A dark blue dress that had silver accents to give up an impression that she could be wearing the night sky littered with stars. It was such a contrast from her bright, light blue eyes and strikingly red hair that was fashioned to have curls in the bottom. And on her forehead laid a silver piece of what could be a star- a decorative piece so to speak. Somehow to give an illusion that she could have come from the stars because not only her forehead had such decorative pieces but her hair had those silver decorative pieces just to give some kind of ethereal effect maybe.
Whatever it was, perhaps it did not give such a confidence boost at the redhead for she languidly walked to the balcony and leaned against it’s walls with a huff.
“How do you interact?” She asked herself, looking what not at her shoes as if to say that it was the most interesting thing ever.
“When you’re studying to be a scientist and a historian but you can’t even talk to some fancy people with fancy dress shirts.” Arnoren ranted to herself, pursing her lips and the urge to mess her hair but stopped realizing that it would be a waste if she had done that.
“Maybe I can help?” Said a familiar voice that she knew all too well.
“Viktor?”
Viktor was dutifully befitting the role of a man befitting a gala. He was wearing such a posh suit and his hair quite neat. To add, he held a staff. And that…may have stolen her breath away.
“I couldn’t help but overhearing. Apologies if I may have overstep some boundaries.” Viktor added, gesturing a slight gentlemanly bow.
“No its okay! It’s fine.” Arnoren quickly replied, looking up at the gorgeous man- if gorgeous would even befit such a man. More like majestic, superb-
“You alright?”
Arnoren’s thoughts stopped once she heard Viktor ask.
“I…just dont do well with fancy parties.” The redhead reasoned, peering at her shoes that matched clearly the silver accents on her dress and hair. She somehow heard a hum of approval coming from him.
“Eh, I might have considered that possibility. But there is no such shame in that.” Viktor smiled, walking over to her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you.” Hearing him say that, made her calm down even if it was just a little.
“Where’s Jayce?”
“Oh him?” Viktor let out a chuckle and pointed at a group of what could be her colleagues swooning over what Jayce could be telling them.
“He certainly seems to be enjoying himself.” Arnoren teased, laughing lightly.
“That I can see.” Viktor joined in a lighthearted manner.
She had gandered up at the young man who currently was observing one of their friends. Arnoren was thankful that his attention was focused at the moment, because here she was standing in front of him, just observing how pleasant he seemed to be when he had smiled or enjoyed something.
When the notion that Viktor’s attention might be drawn elsewhere and had he moved, she leaned against the walls, her attention now focused on Piltover. It was honestly beautiful at night.
Back at the Undercity, Arnoren would have to climb up rooftops just to see the city under the night skies but here- this was much a different experience.
“It’s really beautiful.” She said aloud. Viktor had turned to face her. The brunette seeing that the redhead was admiring the view before her, Piltover basking in its city’s light under such a bright, and clear moonlit night.
“Piltover indeed appears majestic during the nighttime.” Viktor commended.
“Oh?” Arnoren responded with such an amused look. Viktor chuckled lightly again.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” Arnoren smiled, shaking her head. Ah, she could feel her pulse quicken. Viktor was so near to her. She could feel his shoulder touch her arm. Even if there was such a huge height difference between them.
Music started to spill out of the hall to the balcony. Her ears taking in the sounds caused her to peak from the side. Viktor watched in curiosity.
Arnoren could see that people were starting to pair up or some where dragging their partners to the middle of the hall.
Even Jayce was dragged by some woman and he of course, most likely politely obliged.
She watched as the people inside the hall started to gallivant around through the waltz.
“Would you like to dance?” Came Viktor’s voice. Arnoren’s eyes blinked as she looked back at Viktor. Her cheeks starting to turn slightly pink.
“I’m not really good at dancing. Let alone- I do not know how to.”
“I can guide you, Arnoren.”
“Wait but Viktor- I could step on you! Or worse-“ She panicked slightly. For sure, Arnoren didn’t want to trip over Viktor and hurt his bad leg. To add, how can she say so politely not hurting his feelings.
“Nothing’s gonna happen.” Viktor reassured her.
“Uh nuh uh. I could step or trip over your bad leg, Bik! I mean Bik! I mean Vik!” Arnoren expressed to the point that because of her nerves she had mispronounced his name.
She gandered up at him and then hid her face with her hands. Clearly embarassed.
It was there and then that Viktor laughed not boisterously but just a heartfelt laugh.
“Bik? Thats new. And no, you won’t trip over me, okay Ren?” Despite everything, he was just too gentle.
Her breath hitched and her heart flipped.
“But Vik!”
“Nonsense.” He took his staff and lightly bonked it on her head much to Arnoren’s surprise.
“You wont…okay?”
Viktor held out a hand and Arnoren…stared at it for awhile before holding it. Gently, Viktor pulled her to the middle of the floor of the balcony.
“Place one hand on my shoulder.”
“Y-Your shoulder?” Arnoren was such a flustered mess before him.
“Why yes.” Even before Arnoren could do so, he guided her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
“Good. Now, dont fret, I will place my hand on your waist.”
“My waist?”
“For such an outgoing person, you sure get embarassed easily.” He playfully taunted her, placing his free hand on her waist and the redhead could feel how his touch quite affected her.
“Might I say that this is my first time, sir.” She whined, letting her head lean against his chest out of sheer embarrasment still. She could feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughed.
“I was joking. Sorry.”
“Mean.” Viktor laughed a little bit at that.
“Though, I do not know if I can retract that statement. Eh, the redness on your cheeks prove it.” Viktor could hear a whimper coming from her.
“Adorable.” He said lightly but he masked it quickly with fake coughs.
“Did you say something?”
“No I did not.” He said, slightly beginnning to lead her to a waltz, careful and slow. Most likely because of his leg.
Arnoren looked up at him, with such eyes that possibly reflected how drawn she was to Viktor.
“Hmm what is it?”
“Does your leg hurt?” She asked with such concern.
“No it does not. “ He smiled. Viktor continued to guide her as they danced.
Arnoren followed and was really careful about it.
Soon after, Viktor stopped and held her hand.
“Now I want you to do a little spin.”
“Wait a spin?”
“Yes. Like this.” Viktor made her twirl lightly. And as he did so, he heard a giggle coming from the redhead.
“Good. Now again-“
“Wait Vi-“ Her plea cut off as Viktor made her twirl again. Arnoren giggled even more.
“Viktor-!” She cried out much to his amusement.
She then paused and took his hand, and was about to ask him to twirl but then stopped. Viktor didn’t mind that she held his hand.
“What’s wrong?” He now asked, somewhat concerned with the look on her face.
“I just realized that our height difference won’t make you spin.” She pursed her lips and looked really disdained.
“Is that so?”
Arnoren politely nodded.
“Hey its okay.” He went to give her head pats and just as he was doing so, her bright, eyes suddenly showed some glimmer.
“Wait right here!”
Viktor had seen Arnoren ran inside the hall and after a few minutes came with a…chair. The brunetted had seen it and laughed again.
“Arnoren. Why have you-“
“Shush stop talking.” Arnoren continued bringing the chair in and then stood on top it.
“Now give me your hand.”
“Is that why you brought it here?” Viktor resumed laughing slightly, holding out his hand right after realizing what was the real purpose.
“Call me a genius. This way, you can spin right?” Arnoren grinned at Viktor whom only shook his head in great amusement and possibly in awe.
The redhead took hold of his hand and gently guided Viktor to spin. That moment, she felt victorious.
“Well?”
“I am impressed.” Viktor spoke. Arnoren even smiled more.
“I am as well. But I have to admit, how am I going to dance with you when you are all the way up there.”
Arnoren stared at him for a bit and nodded right after, agreeing to him.
“Truthfully right.” She jumped off gracefully. Viktor held out his hand again.
“Shall we continue?” Viktor asked.
“Yes.” She placed her hand on his for then which Viktor carefully raised it to his lips and kissed it- causing the redhead to blush again.
“You appear as red as a růže” He said with a light chuckle.
“A what?”
“Rose.” He placed his hand on her waist again. Her breath hitched right then and there.
Was she dreaming?
Was she in somekind of paradise?
Maybe she was.
Or this reality was paradise.
Viktor smiled and then resumed their dance and Arnoren well- she had finally admitted to herself that as she was there with him, dancing…it was certain that she had loved Viktor. That she truly had fallen for the reserved, Hextech scientist.
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So this all started soon as I was writing chapter 1 for my fanfic. And I thought, maybe I could make a teaser and what better way to do that through a songfic. I didnt know what song but then I think I began to sing or hum the song’s tune and decided- Yes I will go with Paraluman.
Paraluman is a tagalog song and tagalog is my national language, considering that I am a Filipino from the Philipppines. Just wanna explain that out there- but yeah. I chose Paraluman and then scenes just came one after another as I read the lyrics. Paraluman means Muse in english so basically the song tells about his muse. Where in this case Arnoren’s (My Oc) is Viktor.
And to add to the song, I had drawn the “page” from Arnoren’s sketchbook to show that that she had been drawing Viktor in admiration and in secret. If you want to listen to the whole song, I placed it here and just look up the lyrics for it.
Ah- okay. Oh goly gee this is a long post. Apologies. But I do hope that you enjoy.
Sa ating pagkikita muli (until we meet again)
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