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[daphnedirose]

Welcome to my writing corner of the internet! A blog full of fics about the fictional characters I love (Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort and NSFW +18). Ask box is always open for brainrot and brainstorming, or for random questions you'd like me to answer. Enjoy <3

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—Daphne

[mistletotem]

he’s helping

eta: pt 2

[nymeria-tendercrisp]

Viktor HD frames / (Infiltrators in heimgerdinger office) Part 1/?✨

I never noticed these frames while watching the show, what a profile my god…

[whitebirdnoir]

JINX | ARCANE 1.09 “The Monster You Created”

[kattypixxhu-deactivated20230228]

Jinx study

[daphnedirose]

I associate you with Lily Evans for some reason lol

Ah yes, my biggest kinnie. You probably do cause she was my pfp for a long time :D

If you change her green eyes for brown, that's me, no joke. I love her way too much, deserved better ;-;

[terumiafuro]

i love when people are passionate about a certain character, like really passionate about them bc then i start associating them with that character and then the character reminds me of them and i’ll just be looking through my dash and then suddenly i’ll think about them

[king-transdrew-deactivated20210]

New ask game what characters do you associate with me

[littlebeesart]

Reblog appreciated 💛

I’m in a pickle with debts, it’s only sketches for now (maybe a little soft colouring), thank you for sharing! 💛💛

[daphnedirose]

Hey there, just wanted to say I'm postponing all my WIPs until I'm done with my finals so I'll be back posting fics on early June. Some of you have asked me if I'll take commissions or something of the sort, so I'm thinking about opening a ko-fi for that when I'm back to writing!

I have a lot writing planned for summer, can't wait to finish them. Also, I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms as well <3

[daphnedirose]

Hey there, just wanted to say I'm postponing all my WIPs until I'm done with my finals so I'll be back posting fics on early June. Some of you have asked me if I'll take commissions or something of the sort, so I'm thinking about opening a ko-fi for that when I'm back to writing!

I have a lot writing planned for summer, can't wait to finish them. Also, I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms as well <3

[everyguysdirtymind]

[fanfichellwithextrasauce]

[keikoquette]

In which Vi sneaks over the Kiramman garden walls to meet with Caitlyn in secret

[saumars]

I feel so tired

@DeadMudila

[gunvolt]

im going to have a stroke

[prideling]

Instead try… Person A: You know… the thing Person B: The “thing”? Person A: Yeah, the thing with the little-! *mutters under their breath* Como es que se llama esa mierda… THE FISHING ROD

[artykyn]

As someone with multiple bilingual friends where English is not the first language, may I present to you a list of actual incidents I have witnessed:

Forgot a word in Spanish, while speaking Spanish to me, but remembered it in English. Became weirdly quiet as they seemed to lose their entire sense of identity.

Used a literal translation of a Russian idiomatic expression while speaking English. He actually does this quite regularly, because he somehow genuinely forgets which idioms belong to which language. It usually takes a minute of everyone staring at him in confused silence before he says “….Ah….. that must be a Russian one then….”

Had to count backwards for something. Could not count backwards in English. Counted backwards in French under her breath until she got to the number she needed, and then translated it into English.

Meant to inform her (French) parents that bread in America is baked with a lot of preservatives. Her brain was still halfway in English Mode so she used the word “préservatifes.” Ended up shocking her parents with the knowledge that apparently, bread in America is full of condoms.

Defined a slang term for me……. with another slang term. In the same language. Which I do not speak.

Was talking to both me and his mother in English when his mother had to revert to Russian to ask him a question about a word. He said “I don’t know” and turned to me and asked “Is there an English equivalent for Нумизматический?” and it took him a solid minute to realize there was no way I would be able to answer that. Meanwhile his mom quietly chuckled behind his back.

Said an expression in English but with Spanish grammar, which turned “How stressful!” into “What stressing!”

Bilingual characters are great but if you’re going to use a linguistic blunder, you have to really understand what they actually blunder over. And it’s usually 10x funnier than “Ooops it’s hard to switch back.”

[cricketcat9]

I use Spanish and English daily, none is my native language. When I’m tired or did not have enough sleep I loose track of who to address in which language;  I caught myself explaining something in Spanish to my English-speaking friends more than once. When I’m REALLY tired I’ll throw some Polish words in the mix. 

[justgot1]

There is nothing more painful than bad fake Spanglish by an American writer. Bilingual people don’t just randomly drop words in nonsensical places in their sentences ffs. “I’m muy tired! I think I’ll go to my cama and go to sleep!“ Nobody does that.

From my bilingual parents:

- Only being able to do math in their original language. “Ok so that would beeeeee … *muttering* ocho por cuatro menos tres…”

- Losing words and getting mad at you about it. “Gimme the - the - UGH, ESA COSA AHI’ CARAJO. The thing, the oven mitt. Christ.”

- Making asides to you in Spanish even though you’ve told them to not do this as lots of people here speak Spanish. “Oye, mira esa, que cara fea.” “MOM FFS WE’RE IN A MEXICAN NEIGHBORHOOD.”

- Swears in English don’t count.

- Swears in Spanish mean you’d better fucking run, kid.

- Introducing you to English-only Americans using your Spanish name so that they mispronounce your name for all eternity because that’s what your mom said your name was. “Hi Dee-yanna!” “sigh, Just call me Diana.” “Yeah but your mom said your name was Dee-yanna.” 

- Your parents give you a name that only makes sense in Spanish. “Your name is Floor?” “No, my name is Flor.” “FLOOR?” “Sigh.”

[silentwalrus1]

 - conjugating English words with Russian grammar and vice versa. Sometimes both at once, which is extra fun.  самолет ->  самолетас ->  самолетасы

- when vice versa, dropping English articles entirely. The, a, an: all gone. e.g. “I go to store and buy thing, I fix car and go to place.” This also happens when i am very tired 

- speaking English with heavy accent you don’t actually have - when my family and I are switching over fast, we say the English words in a very heavy Russian accent that mostly doesn’t show up otherwise 

bonus: 

- keysmashing in the wrong language when your keyboard is still switched over

- using ))))) instead of :))) or other culture-specific emoji/typing quirks

[cobaltmoony]

all of the above

[lourdesdeath]

I don’t actually speak Tagalog, but my mom’s Filipino. One of my favorite things is when she forgets how to preposition, so something is ‘in the table’. 

[theleakypen]

SOMEHOW I NEVER REBLOGGED THIS?!?!?!?!? this is one of my absolute favorite posts on all of tumblr also, to add to the pile of fun things bilinguals do: cackling over bilingual puns that nobody else in the room will get and then being completely unable to explain why this is funny

[theboywhocan11]

Interesting. Reblogging this for future reference.

[eg515]

my favourite is that feeling when you have the perfect response to something but halfway through saying it you realised it’s in a language the other person doesn’t speak so you either just kind of… fade out, or try desperately to make it make sense in the other language

[riskpig]

I lose my place all the time when I’m counting in English, but never when I count in German.

[araku-validrava]

I’m swedish but at this point I’m so fluent in english that I can switch between languages on a dime.

[yum-cy]

i hate forgetting a word in english and having to describe but realizing that i cant describe it in english. so im just stuttering between russian and english and none of my english speaking friends can help

[averruncusho]

in singapore, we speak a dialect called singlish, which is just english with chinese grammar rules, plus some malay and indian words

[applejuicewerewolf]

I’m learning Japanese on duolingo and for some reason my brain decided that the Japanese language files should go into the same folder as my Italian lessons I had back in school.

Once I wanted to say “His name is Wolfgang” in Italian and what came out was “Wolfgang は chiamo”, which doesn’t make sense in ANY grammar.

[queenofhearts7378]

When I started learning French, I started forgetting the English words for things

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

I’m only fluent in English and I’m no more near being bilingual, but I grew up in Spanish speaking areas and am dyslexic on top of it so sometimes I just don’t know what word I’m looking for because I either never learned it at all or I only heard the Spanish word for it. So sometimes I’ll be asked for something in English, because I’m in predominantly English speaking areas nowadays, I have no idea what I’m being asked about, even if it’s something I’ve used or done a million times.

[orca-iguana]

What gets me is when I am talking to friend and bust out an expression and then realize its a german expression and have to be like, “sorry I was not trying to be rude by calling you a glückschwine, it means I’m calling you a pig. WAIT no it means I’m calling you lucky BY calling you a pig. It’s not mean I promise.”

[joan-frommars]

i didn’t see anyone saying anything about ASL as a second language, so ill let you guys know that im learning ASL right now (and i’d assume this is the same for every/most sign languages) but when i talk i use my facial expressions so much more than i used to and sometimes a sign will slip in here or there too. i’m much more animated with my hands and face than i used to be.

[dovewithscales]

I’m learning Greek right now and I know a little of half a dozen languages but I’m not fluent in any of them. I relate so hard to the person talking about puns and not being able to explain them. I love multilingual puns but it’s so rare anyone else appreciates them.

[dzamie]

“Bilingual people don’t just randomly drop words in nonsensical places in their sentences ffs. “I’m muy tired! I think I’ll go to my cama and go to sleep!“ Nobody does that.”

*gestures indignantly at several Yiddish/English bilingual speakers I’ve known in my life*

I didn’t hear many, many instances of “come here bubbeleh, you’ve got some schmutz on your cheek,” “oh you guys, you’re making me feklempt,” “do you have a fever? Come, let bubbe feel your keppe,” and “OY, if I have to listen to him kvetch for one more minute, I’m gonna plotz!” (not to mention some usually-empty threats to potch me on the tuches for misbehaving) all for some random tumblr people to tell me that actually bilingual people don’t do that.

[dovewithscales]

I had that same thought but I don’t know enough bilingual people who do that a lot to feel like I should be the one to say it.

It seems to be a thing people do mostly either with words they use so rarely that they don’t know them in their second language, or with words that don’t translate easily.

[agentduckorico]

And I’ve def had Spanish speakers talk Spanish to someone and continue talking in Spanish to me before remembering to switch to English

[androgynousblackbox]

As a bilingual hispánico, OP is so wrong. The more freely I talk with my gringo friends the more easily I am going to slip a Spanish word. Switching can in fact be hard.

[daphnedirose]

Precious Possession

Yandere!Viktor x Reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.4k | Viktor wasn't one to share what he feared losing, especially when it came to you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands when an unfortunate guy lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Out-of-character-and-possessive!Viktor, hickeys, oral, fingering, scratching.

Requested by a lovely anon <3

A/N: I didn’t write the usual Yandere archetype since I felt it wouldn’t suit Viktor, so I made it a bit more implicit and calculated. Enjoy <3

Evolving is a fundamental part that ties everything around us: a tiny leaf on fire could easily transform into a forest fire if it's not taken care of before it burns its surroundings.

You didn't notice when Viktor's fire ignited in the first place: he managed to hide it so well you couldn't see the forest fire it turned into, not even when it consumed something more than trees. 

No one could, and he would make sure no one would.

When Viktor first saw you, he thought you gorgeous, ethereal to say the least, but wasn't hooked to you until your mouth opened to participate in Heimerdingers's classes: you were intelligent, and every word you pronounced was so eloquent and assertive everyone in the room, including him, was gladly impressed by what you had to say.

His first thought was that maybe, just maybe, you two could share a similar view on what you wanted to achieve with your future projects.

He lightly shook his head and avoided that thought, considering he perhaps wouldn't even have the opportunity to talk to you, so better not to idealize the future. After all, he already felt the piercing disgust glances the other students gave him because of his disability and for coming from the Undercity.

The possibility of you making a similar remark if he approached was something he'd rather avoid.

Luckily for him, you made the first move and approached him between classes. He was sitting under a tree in the gardens, reading a book and taking mental notes on what could be important for future lectures.

"What are you reading?" You questioned him friendly, a subtle welcoming smile peeking through your lips.

You were also intrigued by him: his undeniable elegant looks mixed with conviction and persistence were rare to find. It was not a secret he was Zaunite, but that only meant he got to work harder than anyone from Piltover to get into The Academy, even more, to earn a scholarship, something you found worth admiring.

He didn't expect you to talk to him first, but he appreciated the gesture since he did want to make friends, something he wasn't able to in his time in the Undercity.

He answered your question and invited you to sit down next to him. You talked for hours, from academic stuff to personal ambitions. A warmth began to blossom inside Viktor's chest as he saw how attentively you were listening to what he had to say. 

No judgment, no complaints or mistreatments like he used to receive.

You didn't know it then, and wouldn't have the chance to, but that spark of attention you gave him slowly became addictive for him, finally achieving something he craved for so long. Your warmth, your laugh, your eyes laid on his; what could seem insignificant for others turned into something necessary for him, almost mandatory, making his golden eyes glow brighter when he was around you.

But such a divine gem didn't remain unnoticed by others' eyes. Glances were thrown at you when you walked in the hallways or even discreetly in class, some wholesome and tender, others a bit hungry for a taste.

You weren't aware of them, just wondered the reason most people were so kind and attentive towards you. Viktor was conscious, more than he should have been for his own good. He noticed every stare, every comment made about you.

He hated it, all of it, but the tension in the smile he gave you was always well hidden.

He made subtle comments about how you always seemed to catch the crowd's eye, but you always replied none of those stares was meaningful to you.

"What about mine?" he asked you once, golden eyes shining in intrigue.

He saw you let out a sighed smile before your touch reached his cheeks and his grip let go of his cane. You kissed him, all strength leaving his body as his lips melted on yours.

The fire grounded down, but its flames became harder for Viktor to endure.

The tragedy's catalyzer came in the shape of a guy you became friends with, and the crush he developed on you hit Viktor harder than any other comment or stare.

For the first time, he felt threatened to lose you.

You didn't follow his flirting attempts: you weren't interested in him and brushed him off constantly. Yet Viktor's desire to get rid of him grew mercilessly big as time passed: he'd never despised someone so viscerally before. How dare he get close to what's rightfully his? His teeth clenched and knuckles often turned white from the serried grip on his cane whenever he saw him talking to you.

Regardless, he never let you get any glimpse of them. He wanted him gone but had to play his cards with care. Eyes were already on him for being from the Undercity; one wrong move and not only would he lose you, but his chance to achieve his dream.

It was okay, he could wait. And so he did as the fire scattered the grass underneath his feet, getting closer and closer to the trees where his target unknowingly hid.

Luckily, the opportunity struck at the right time. He met Jayce, and after the mess they both caused, you three started working on Hextech together: with Mel Medarda as their main patron, alongside the Kiramman family and some funding from other members of the Council; Viktor reached a considerable amount of power in comparison to his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, and the good thing about it is that his face was not the one in the spotlight, so both respect and hidden power were now things he had.

It all began after you finished creating the Hexgates, leaving the projects of the Atla's Gauntlets and the Hexclaw available to make.

Viktor and you focused on the Hexclaw: your equations were precise, and Viktor was quite handy at putting the mechanism together.

However, you were requested to begin an investigation on your own, which took away any possible time you could spend working with Viktor.

Although it made him mad, he considered it an opportunity.

He played his first card.

"Are you sure you want to ask him for help?" you questioned, hugging a pile of documents you were moving to your new lab.

Viktor's cane clanked on the floor with every step he took, precise, a bit impatient. "I thought you said he was quite smart," he teased.

"And I wasn't lying, but he's applying for an internship in Demacia." Your steps stop, facing him worried. "Do you think he can handle the Hexclaw when his mind is elsewhere?"

His hand flew to your chin, pulling you close enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Maybe I could teach him how to work under pressure."

His voice came out calm, a bit sweeter than you were used to hearing from him. His fingers curled into your hair as your head hid in the crook of his neck, relaxing to his fiery woody scent.

That devilish shadow his eyes transformed into went by unnoticed.

When he asked your unsuccessful suitor to work alongside him, the boy couldn't be happier, over the moon enough to turn a blind eye to the uneasy feeling growing in his gut whenever Viktor glanced at him. He told himself it was nothing but nervousness and the stress the future internship provided. 

They both worked hard to finish the Hexclaw soon and efficiently, resulting in a long month where Viktor dealt with the unrequited feelings the boy had for you. Not a day passed by without his golden eyes staring at one of the hammers they worked with for longer than he should, contemplating the option of throwing it right to his face if he dared speak another word. The thought left his mind every time, remembering a good plan required to be followed by the book.

As the days went by, Viktor persuaded his new assistant to stay in Demacia after his internship, so he better start notifying his loved ones he won't be returning soon to Piltover.

 It wasn't crazy advice given how isolationist Demacia was known to be. His words were calculated and precise, sugarcoated enough to dress up as genuine advice for the naive guy, making him follow the destructive suggestion thoroughly.

The day came when the Hexclaw was set and finished, making both men look satisfied and impressed with the hard work they put into it. It was past midnight by then, leaving the moon as the only witness of the successful tragedy that awaited.

Our little fool packed his things quickly, aware the ship, supposed to take him to another nation, would set sail soon. 

"Care to stay a little longer?" Viktor's voice came from behind him, dark enough to give him the chills. "We still have one thing left unsolved."

"And what would that be?" He finished packing, grabbing his bag as he turned to face Viktor.

He didn't expect to see him wearing the Hexclaw's glove, freezing in his place when he realized his hand pointed directly at him.

Just like the Hexclaw behind him.

The unkind smirk on Viktor's lips sent the poor boy a warning signal, bag falling to the floor, as stiff as him before his executioner.

He didn't quite grasp if the slight purple shimmer in Viktor's eyes was caused by the lack of light in the lab or by something else.

"The lethality proof, of course." Viktor laughed.

The boy didn't have enough time to scream.

Your body turned when the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind you echoed through the walls, being greeted soon after by Viktor's lips smashing yours furiously. Such impulsiveness in intimacy was rare to find whit him, but you didn't mind it, nor the faint irony scent that seemed to adorn his hands.

You kissed back, gradually getting used to the hunger his kiss made you experiment. Your legs met the edge of your bed, leaving you no time to react before Viktor pinned you down against the mattress, impatient fingers almost ripping the clothes off your skin.

Your hands held his cheeks once he managed to have you entirely exposed, admiring the unfamiliar glow in his eyes. "Are we celebrating something?" you asked, gasping for the air he stole.

He smirked, tracing his fingers down your neck as his lips kindly brushed your ear.

"I made a great discovery."

You would have asked something else if your mind hadn't left your body as soon as his lips met the soft skin of your neck, devouring and licking the path down your collarbone as he left red bruises wherever he kissed. The burning sensation of his marks hazing your mind as he travelled lower, your hands tousling the soft waves of his hair as the sounds of your whimpers mixed in a melody he could never get tired of.

Viktor contemplated his work of art once he reached your inner thighs: the body that drove him insane, now visibly belonging to him without anyone worth questioning; your wetness covered the sheets, lips swollen from his greeting and the uneven breaths you let out, no part of you left untouched. He smiled to himself, lowering his face against your dripping cunt.

"You have no idea how much I adore this view," he murmured proudly, the smile never abandoning his face.

Your response took the form of a moan when his tongue took control of your insides, kindly swirling it around as your sweet taste numbed his senses.

He needed it, he needed you, along with the satisfaction of calling you 'his' without a soul interfering.

Your back arching to his mouth working wonders on you was more than enough reward, his name being the only coherent word you could pronounce as you begged him for more. Only his caresses could get you going.

Not anyone's but his.

Only his.

Only him.

He sucked your clit with pleasure as two slender fingers replaced his mouth, delighted by your agitated moans as his digits curled right into the spot he knew how to reach with ease. Your grinding against his face became faster, erratic, letting him know a little more attention would drive you over the edge. His eyes looked up to your tensing neck before his body followed, his thumb taking the place of his mouth and pressing in your clit as his fingers hit your sweet spot.

"I love you."

His words made you open your eyes to stare at him, contemplating something rather new about him. He seemed greater, somehow prouder and happier, seeing you contorting in pleasure under his touch.

You let out a heavy sight, watching him lower his body atop yours. "I love you too."

He dragged your moaning to a kiss, gently grabbing you by the neck as it deepened and his pace turned faster inside you.

Pure worship and adoration flooded his eyes when he pulled away, the grip on the sides of your neck unhurriedly tightening.

"Are you mine?" He whispered over your lips.

Your response was wrapped between whimpers when the caresses on your clit became indescribably delightful and faster.

"Fuck. I'm yours, Vik, only yours."

He smirked, deciding it was time to remind you how pleasurable his company could be. His tongue met yours as your mind couldn't do anything but focus on the sensations on every single part of your body, the hand on your neck travelling to your nipples, playing with them and scratching down your breast.

He couldn't help but moan when he felt your orgasm on his fingers, bringing his mouth back down to taste every bit left he could, both calming you down and making you want more from the new stimulation.

Your hands flew to his hair once again, making him come up to lay on your chest as your fingers twisted some of his chestnut locks.

"So," you began, barely catching your breath, "what was that for?"

His fingers drew abstract figures on your belly, tracing upwards.

"The Hexclaw is now ready to be used."

Any sigh of tiredness vanished from your body to the news, proceeding to sit on the mattress, hugging your boyfriend's body and showering him with praise and kisses on his cheeks and nape, well aware of the amount of time and effort he put into this project.

Once you calmed down, Viktor laid his head back on your shoulder, enjoying the sudden joyful ambience the room gained.

"And what was your great discovery?"

Viktor's subtle stiffness remained unnoticed when replaced shortly with a light giggle that left a smile on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied.

"The Hexclaw turned out more powerful than anticipated, a bit, uhm, lethal, if you may."

Your head slightly tilted to the side, allowing him to softly kiss the marks that covered it. "So the prototype was successful, I assume."

You felt his smirk on your neck, unable to see the lovely darkness it hid.

"More than successful, love."

_________

Taglist: @scorpio-echo @hpapyrus @senha-fraca @helloyellowsheeps @mischievous-piltovian @emprixnix

[daphnedirose]

Precious Possession

Yandere!Viktor x f!Reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 2.4k | Viktor wasn't one to share what he feared losing, especially when it came to you, so he decided to take matters into his own hands when an unfortunate guy lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Out-of-character-and-possessive!Viktor, hickeys, oral, fingering, scratching.

Requested by a lovely anon <3

A/N: I didn’t write the usual Yandere archetype since I felt it wouldn’t suit Viktor, so I made it a bit more implicit and calculated. Enjoy <3

Evolving is a fundamental part that ties everything around us: a tiny leaf on fire could easily transform into a forest fire if it's not taken care of before it burns its surroundings.

You didn't notice when Viktor's fire ignited in the first place: he managed to hide it so well you couldn't see the forest fire it turned into, not even when it consumed something more than trees. 

No one could, and he would make sure no one would.

When Viktor first saw you, he thought you gorgeous, ethereal to say the least, but wasn't hooked to you until your mouth opened to participate in Heimerdingers's classes: you were intelligent, and every word you pronounced was so eloquent and assertive everyone in the room, including him, was gladly impressed by what you had to say.

His first thought was that maybe, just maybe, you two could share a similar view on what you wanted to achieve with your future projects.

He lightly shook his head and avoided that thought, considering he perhaps wouldn't even have the opportunity to talk to you, so better not to idealize the future. After all, he already felt the piercing disgust glances the other students gave him because of his disability and for coming from the Undercity.

The possibility of you making a similar remark if he approached was something he'd rather avoid.

Luckily for him, you made the first move and approached him between classes. He was sitting under a tree in the gardens, reading a book and taking mental notes on what could be important for future lectures.

"What are you reading?" You questioned him friendly, a subtle welcoming smile peeking through your lips.

You were also intrigued by him: his undeniable elegant looks mixed with conviction and persistence were rare to find. It was not a secret he was Zaunite, but that only meant he got to work harder than anyone from Piltover to get into The Academy, even more, to earn a scholarship, something you found worth admiring.

He didn't expect you to talk to him first, but he appreciated the gesture since he did want to make friends, something he wasn't able to in his time in the Undercity.

He answered your question and invited you to sit down next to him. You talked for hours, from academic stuff to personal ambitions. A warmth began to blossom inside Viktor's chest as he saw how attentively you were listening to what he had to say. 

No judgment, no complaints or mistreatments like he used to receive.

You didn't know it then, and wouldn't have the chance to, but that spark of attention you gave him slowly became addictive for him, finally achieving something he craved for so long. Your warmth, your laugh, your eyes laid on his; what could seem insignificant for others turned into something necessary for him, almost mandatory, making his golden eyes glow brighter when he was around you.

But such a divine gem didn't remain unnoticed by others' eyes. Glances were thrown at you when you walked in the hallways or even discreetly in class, some wholesome and tender, others a bit hungry for a taste.

You weren't aware of them, just wondered the reason most people were so kind and attentive towards you. Viktor was conscious, more than he should have been for his own good. He noticed every stare, every comment made about you.

He hated it, all of it, but the tension in the smile he gave you was always well hidden.

He made subtle comments about how you always seemed to catch the crowd's eye, but you always replied none of those stares was meaningful to you.

"What about mine?" he asked you once, golden eyes shining in intrigue.

He saw you let out a sighed smile before your touch reached his cheeks and his grip let go of his cane. You kissed him, all strength leaving his body as his lips melted on yours.

The fire grounded down, but its flames became harder for Viktor to endure.

The tragedy's catalyzer came in the shape of a guy you became friends with, and the crush he developed on you hit Viktor harder than any other comment or stare.

For the first time, he felt threatened to lose you.

You didn't follow his flirting attempts: you weren't interested in him and brushed him off constantly. Yet Viktor's desire to get rid of him grew mercilessly big as time passed: he'd never despised someone so viscerally before. How dare he get close to what's rightfully his? His teeth clenched and knuckles often turned white from the serried grip on his cane whenever he saw him talking to you.

Regardless, he never let you get any glimpse of them. He wanted him gone but had to play his cards with care. Eyes were already on him for being from the Undercity; one wrong move and not only would he lose you, but his chance to achieve his dream.

It was okay, he could wait. And so he did as the fire scattered the grass underneath his feet, getting closer and closer to the trees where his target unknowingly hid.

Luckily, the opportunity struck at the right time. He met Jayce, and after the mess they both caused, you three started working on Hextech together: with Mel Medarda as their main patron, alongside the Kiramman family and some funding from other members of the Council; Viktor reached a considerable amount of power in comparison to his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, and the good thing about it is that his face was not the one in the spotlight, so both respect and hidden power were now things he had.

It all began after you finished creating the Hexgates, leaving the projects of the Atla's Gauntlets and the Hexclaw available to make.

Viktor and you focused on the Hexclaw: your equations were precise, and Viktor was quite handy at putting the mechanism together.

However, you were requested to begin an investigation on your own, which took away any possible time you could spend working with Viktor.

Although it made him mad, he considered it an opportunity.

He played his first card.

"Are you sure you want to ask him for help?" you questioned, hugging a pile of documents you were moving to your new lab.

Viktor's cane clanked on the floor with every step he took, precise, a bit impatient. "I thought you said he was quite smart," he teased.

"And I wasn't lying, but he's applying for an internship in Demacia." Your steps stop, facing him worried. "Do you think he can handle the Hexclaw when his mind is elsewhere?"

His hand flew to your chin, pulling you close enough to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Maybe I could teach him how to work under pressure."

His voice came out calm, a bit sweeter than you were used to hearing from him. His fingers curled into your hair as your head hid in the crook of his neck, relaxing to his fiery woody scent.

That devilish shadow his eyes transformed into went by unnoticed.

When he asked your unsuccessful suitor to work alongside him, the boy couldn't be happier, over the moon enough to turn a blind eye to the uneasy feeling growing in his gut whenever Viktor glanced at him. He told himself it was nothing but nervousness and the stress the future internship provided. 

They both worked hard to finish the Hexclaw soon and efficiently, resulting in a long month where Viktor dealt with the unrequited feelings the boy had for you. Not a day passed by without his golden eyes staring at one of the hammers they worked with for longer than he should, contemplating the option of throwing it right to his face if he dared speak another word. The thought left his mind every time, remembering a good plan required to be followed by the book.

As the days went by, Viktor persuaded his new assistant to stay in Demacia after his internship, so he better start notifying his loved ones he won't be returning soon to Piltover.

 It wasn't crazy advice given how isolationist Demacia was known to be. His words were calculated and precise, sugarcoated enough to dress up as genuine advice for the naive guy, making him follow the destructive suggestion thoroughly.

The day came when the Hexclaw was set and finished, making both men look satisfied and impressed with the hard work they put into it. It was past midnight by then, leaving the moon as the only witness of the successful tragedy that awaited.

Our little fool packed his things quickly, aware the ship, supposed to take him to another nation, would set sail soon. 

"Care to stay a little longer?" Viktor's voice came from behind him, dark enough to give him the chills. "We still have one thing left unsolved."

"And what would that be?" He finished packing, grabbing his bag as he turned to face Viktor.

He didn't expect to see him wearing the Hexclaw's glove, freezing in his place when he realized his hand pointed directly at him.

Just like the Hexclaw behind him.

The unkind smirk on Viktor's lips sent the poor boy a warning signal, bag falling to the floor, as stiff as him before his executioner.

He didn't quite grasp if the slight purple shimmer in Viktor's eyes was caused by the lack of light in the lab or by something else.

"The lethality proof, of course." Viktor laughed.

The boy didn't have enough time to scream.

Your body turned when the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind you echoed through the walls, being greeted soon after by Viktor's lips smashing yours furiously. Such impulsiveness in intimacy was rare to find whit him, but you didn't mind it, nor the faint irony scent that seemed to adorn his hands.

You kissed back, gradually getting used to the hunger his kiss made you experiment. Your legs met the edge of your bed, leaving you no time to react before Viktor pinned you down against the mattress, impatient fingers almost ripping the clothes off your skin.

Your hands held his cheeks once he managed to have you entirely exposed, admiring the unfamiliar glow in his eyes. "Are we celebrating something?" you asked, gasping for the air he stole.

He smirked, tracing his fingers down your neck as his lips kindly brushed your ear.

"I made a great discovery."

You would have asked something else if your mind hadn't left your body as soon as his lips met the soft skin of your neck, devouring and licking the path down your collarbone as he left red bruises wherever he kissed. The burning sensation of his marks hazing your mind as he travelled lower, your hands tousling the soft waves of his hair as the sounds of your whimpers mixed in a melody he could never get tired of.

Viktor contemplated his work of art once he reached your inner thighs: the body that drove him insane, now visibly belonging to him without anyone worth questioning; your wetness covered the sheets, lips swollen from his greeting and the uneven breaths you let out, no part of you left untouched. He smiled to himself, lowering his face against your dripping cunt.

"You have no idea how much I adore this view," he murmured proudly, the smile never abandoning his face.

Your response took the form of a moan when his tongue took control of your insides, kindly swirling it around as your sweet taste numbed his senses.

He needed it, he needed you, along with the satisfaction of calling you 'his' without a soul interfering.

Your back arching to his mouth working wonders on you was more than enough reward, his name being the only coherent word you could pronounce as you begged him for more. Only his caresses could get you going.

Not anyone's but his.

Only his.

Only him.

He sucked your clit with pleasure as two slender fingers replaced his mouth, delighted by your agitated moans as his digits curled right into the spot he knew how to reach with ease. Your grinding against his face became faster, erratic, letting him know a little more attention would drive you over the edge. His eyes looked up to your tensing neck before his body followed, his thumb taking the place of his mouth and pressing in your clit as his fingers hit your sweet spot.

"I love you."

His words made you open your eyes to stare at him, contemplating something rather new about him. He seemed greater, somehow prouder and happier, seeing you contorting in pleasure under his touch.

You let out a heavy sight, watching him lower his body atop yours. "I love you too."

He dragged your moaning to a kiss, gently grabbing you by the neck as it deepened and his pace turned faster inside you.

Pure worship and adoration flooded his eyes when he pulled away, the grip on the sides of your neck unhurriedly tightening.

"Are you mine?" He whispered over your lips.

Your response was wrapped between whimpers when the caresses on your clit became indescribably delightful and faster.

"Fuck. I'm yours, Vik, only yours."

He smirked, deciding it was time to remind you how pleasurable his company could be. His tongue met yours as your mind couldn't do anything but focus on the sensations on every single part of your body, the hand on your neck travelling to your nipples, playing with them and scratching down your breast.

He couldn't help but moan when he felt your orgasm on his fingers, bringing his mouth back down to taste every bit left he could, both calming you down and making you want more from the new stimulation.

Your hands flew to his hair once again, making him come up to lay on your chest as your fingers twisted some of his chestnut locks.

"So," you began, barely catching your breath, "what was that for?"

His fingers drew abstract figures on your belly, tracing upwards.

"The Hexclaw is now ready to be used."

Any sigh of tiredness vanished from your body to the news, proceeding to sit on the mattress, hugging your boyfriend's body and showering him with praise and kisses on his cheeks and nape, well aware of the amount of time and effort he put into this project.

Once you calmed down, Viktor laid his head back on your shoulder, enjoying the sudden joyful ambience the room gained.

"And what was your great discovery?"

Viktor's subtle stiffness remained unnoticed when replaced shortly with a light giggle that left a smile on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, satisfied.

"The Hexclaw turned out more powerful than anticipated, a bit, uhm, lethal, if you may."

Your head slightly tilted to the side, allowing him to softly kiss the marks that covered it. "So the prototype was successful, I assume."

You felt his smirk on your neck, unable to see the lovely darkness it hid.

"More than successful, love."

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