summary: You've always wondered what it's like to fall in love with someone. Maybe Viktor can ease your curiosity.
pairings(s): Viktor x fem!reader
content warning(s): sfw, fluff, a little bit of jealous Viktor, a little ooc (I think)
author's notes: i finally managed to write my first piece of work and of course it has to be a fanfic of Viktor (He is the best character and has my heart idc idc). Feel free to send in asks and requests, I don't bite!
Love.
A topic of discussion Viktor tried so hard to avoid during his early years. Hell, he even avoids the topic now. It just wasn't something he found interest in. Well, that wasn't exactly true. For the longest time, when he was just a child, Viktor has always admired the love his parents shared.
His mother would always share small but meaningful love stories as she tucks him into bed, how wonderful it felt to realize when you gradually fall for someone. His father would show him ethereal charcoal sketches of the love of his life before heading out to work, saying how no amount of detail would amount to his wife's beauty. Viktor saw their bond despite the environment that is Zaun and found it beautiful. He would wish and pray that he finds that same companionship, someone who would love him the same way his parents loved each other.
And then he fell in love with the creation of inventing and building. It was completely by accident, he remembers. He would always try and play with the other children, but he was met withā¦complications often. And the day would end with him alone almost everyday. His first creation was like a puzzle, it would keep him busy during his times alone.
Ever since then he would devote every minute of his time to his inventions. Learning and growing as years go by. Eventually his dream of love faded away the more he lets his attention of his passion and studies consume him.
Now heās here. Known as one of Piltoverās greatest scientists. Heās been told numerous of times that heās accomplished his dreams but he canāt shake the feeling that heās missing something. It wasnāt until a few years later when he realized exactly what that something was.
Viktor signed, slightly slumping in his posture as he began to notice his thoughts trailing off. He glanced at the work desk he sitting in front of, papers decorated with his frantic handwriting laid askew around his prized hexcore. He then brings his gaze across the room where your figure sits.
His co-worker, his dear friend. You came into his life a few years before Jayce did. He remembers the times you would collaborate on several different projects. You were truly exceptional, a force to be reckoned with.
The feeling of frustration soon invaded his senses once heās reminded of the events that took place a few moments ago. Jayce was just here, wanting to visit before heās off doing more councilmen duties. The way they would converse freely, giving each other the time of day. The jokes, the laughter, the teasing. He suppose itās only natural the way his thoughts start to consume him.
āYouāre staring, Viktor.ā Your voice. Your smooth voice snapped him out of his distracting train of thought. You were sitting at the same desk, by the window. The evening glow the setting sun provided radiated behind her figure.
Viktor silently turned his gaze back to his own desk, briefly looking over the paperwork though he canāt bring himself to productively comprehend the content of his notes. Thereās too much thoughts he thinking, the feelings heās feeling is enough to make him explode.
āJayceā¦how do you feel about him?ā He found himself saying before he could stop himself, hearing the sound of your tinkering pause.
āJayce?ā Your voiced pitched in question, āHeās a good person. His personality took some getting used to but itās easy to get along and work with him.ā
Viktor canāt help but let a defeated sigh escape him. Technically his question had been answered, just not his insinuation.
āDo youā¦perhapsā¦fancy him?ā
A restrained chuckled left your lips, spinning around in your seat to fully face Viktor, āFancy? Canāt say I thought of him in that manner before.ā
Viktor had to convince himself to drag his eyes towards you. His fists clenching with uncertainty. For such a topic be personal, romance was only ever briefly discussed. Itās only natural that you donāt talk about dating often. He only hummed with understanding, letting himself fidget his fingers anxiously.
Thereās so much he wants to say, to confess. Just sitting deep within him that he wants to let out. You arenāt the type to judge, he knows that. Someone could share the most uncomfortable piece of information but you would just process it as some sort of fun fact.
āCan Iā¦.ask you something?ā
With a small smile you silently stood up from your seat, slowly making calculated steps towards his space. Viktor couldāve sworn he forgot how to breathe the moment you leaned most of your weight on his desk, your hand resting right next to his. āIām all ears.ā
Viktor allowed himself to anxiously pick at the table before him, taking a breath before opening his mouth.
āIfā¦.ehh hypotheticallyā¦someone were to..tell you that they hold feelings for youā¦what would you do?ā
āFeelings? Like, romantically?ā You hummed thoughtfully, āWell, I guess that depends. But best case scenario Iād accept them.ā
Viktor casted his eyes aside, thoughts running a mile a minute. Heās not exactly sure what answer he was expecting. Once again, romance was never a topic of conversation between you two. Heād always avoid it like the plague while it was something youād downplay whenever someone becomes too curious.
āAnd if itās someone you know? Someone youāre close to?ā
You tilt your head in wonder, āIn that case, I donāt see why not. I believe that something as complex as love is something that grows. I can learn to love anybody if thatās what my heart desires. At least, I think I can.ā
āLove growsā¦with timeā¦ā Viktor muttered absentmindedly, nodding to himself. That answer just sounds so much like you in a sense. He canāt help but admire your interpretation on a topic such as love but he canāt help but hear a double meaning behind your words.
āSoā¦how much time would you need? To fall in love?ā
You chuckled, a sound warm enough to melt his heart, āWell I canāt say exactly how much time I would need. Thatās how unpredictable love is. Fascinating, isnāt it?ā
"Yes...it truly is." He agreed, his voice carrying this lightness of a feather. He could feel his fingers twitch ever so slightly, edging towards your own that rest next to his papers. It was a light touch, not really enough to be noticed but it makes his heart jump just as hard.
"I understand. Love is a complex concept. It makes people act in all sorts of ways. All different ways."
You nodded softly, "That's what makes it beautiful to me. It's something I wish to experience for myself."
Viktor froze at your words, "You've never been in love before?"
He could hear the hint of surprise in his question. It felt like it was impossible, the thought of you being so kind and caring. Someone so brilliant and unique, never having the opportunity to hold someone dear.
You hummed in thought, "I mean, I remember holding fleeting emotions over the years. But I guess I'm...different. I can't love the way others can; the way others want me to."
Viktor kept silent as he let you pour your heart own. The way you can just bear your insecurities like a cape, the vulnerability you present in your voice, your eyes. It was breathtaking to him.
"What about you, Viktor? Have you've been in love?"
"I-" Viktor hesitated for just a second. Should he? Has he? He struggles to think, to remember his whole life since he was a just a boy. Does it compare to how he felt now? How he's felt for several years whenever he thinks about the woman sitting right beside him?
"I can't say I have in the past." He started nervously, he could feel his brow tick from the anxiety alone, "But now, I think I'm starting to feel it."
You tilt your head in a way that's just adorable, an excited smile reaching your lips, "Really? What's it like? What do you feel?"
A pause rang through the workshop as Viktor began to think.
"It's...a warm feeling." He answers finally as he finally rakes his hand through his hair, "It can get scary, riddles me with more anxiety than I already have. It enough to make me sick to my stomach. But it's warm and exciting to feel this way towards someone. I love feeling this way, (Name)."
Your expression didn't falter as he stubbles through what he thinks is a confession.
"I've never cared...for someone as I do right now. I want to keep them near, through every making moment. I want to wake up next to them and fall asleep all the same. Even while I work, every equation leads to them."
His words soon became overwhelming. Every though he kept to himself all this time came pouring through his lips.
"When I hear them laugh it's like my whole body lights up.... when I see them smile it's like a drug and I'm getting my fix. I want to be the one to make them smile. I want to devote the rest of my brittle life in love with them, loving them."
His rambling was cut short by the feeling of your hand resting on his head. Graceful fingers working their way through his brunette locks. Viktok could melt on the spot, for how he loved your touch more than anything.
"So, this is love." Your voice rang out like a symphony.
Viktor closed his eyes. Just savoring the moment for just a second. If this is the love his parents held for each other, he refuses to let it die.
Okay guys here me out! What about Arcane x Deadpool!Reader?????
Like the very concept is flooding my brain right now and it's making me want to write it. Like just imagine the amount of chaos that some random bitch just dropped in and started to just fuck with everything and everybody. I need it, I need it right now
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