🥀Cw: fluff, smut, slight angst if u squint, switch!viktor
🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion
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this man is such a workaholic, he genuinely never thought that he would fall in love
viktor is very inexperienced in the romance department, so he's definitely a little awkward at first
once he's close with someone, he definitely starts to open up to them a lot more! he'd really appreciate a partner that he can have deep, philosophical conversations with and definitely asks for your opinion on a lot of things
your a very valuable person in his life, and viktor makes sure that you know that. while he may not be great with words, his actions show that he truly cares for you
while he may not admit it, viktor loves when you complete acts of service for him or help him at all. he loves when you visit him in the lab and bring him some coffee, it always makes his day
because he works so much and spends so much time in the lab, viktor will often invite you to join him there. you two often spend hours together, just sitting in near-silence and working in tandem. viktor would love it if you got along well with jayce (and sky too but mostly jayce), you are his favorite people and he would love it if you all got along
viktor isn't the most cuddly person in the world, but he makes some exceptions for you! after a long day, he loves just melting into your embrace and having you play with his hair. viktor would spend hours just laying in your lap and rambling about hextech if he could
he's not big on pda, but he loves holding your hand. viktor holds your hand anywhere and everywhere, he always wants you as close to him as possible and he'll sometimes trace words into the back of your hand with his thumb when you are asleep. before he said "i love you" out loud, viktor probably traced it against your skin at least a million times.
viktor prefers to stay in for dates, and definitely enjoys staying up late with you. idk if they have television in the world of arcane, but it seems a little shocking that they can have giant magical teleportation portals and literal magic orbs and magic flying blimps and body enhancing drugs but haven't created a tv. so like. lets just pretend they do have television. cuz if they do, than you and viktor DEFINITELY have movie marathons and movie nights together
he loves making you little trinkets and gifts!!! whenever there is extra material leftover at the lab, viktor's first thought is to make something for you! he once made you an entire bouquet of fake flowers out of scrap metal, and told you that he would love you until the flowers withered (it would never wither cuz its made of metal ☹️). your home is practically overflowing with these little trinkets, but you REFUSE to get rid of any of them (i think i saw the flower scenario on a tiktok, but URGRHRHRH i wanna write it so... if anyone is interested... 😇)
honestly, the best time spent with viktor is in the comfort of your own home. you have a very domestic relationship, and he likes sitting with you in comfortable silence.
he'll call you pet names in zaun, even before you two are together😭
overall, viktor is genuinely such a sweetheart once he trusts you and will stay by your side no matter what
nsfw:
SWITCH LEANING SUB 🫵🫵🫵
because of his leg and overall sickness, viktor definitely prefers simpler positions that don't require a lot of physical stress
he likes having you on top of him so that he doesn't have to put pressure on his knee, and he definitely prefers not having to push himself too hard
i'd say his favorite positions would probably be you riding him, sitting on his face, lotus position, and maybe 69 or missionary too (but the last two are only on good days when he isn't in too much pain)
at first, viktor was insecure about sleeping with you because he genuinely does not think very highly of himself and didn't want you to think that he was weak or ugly :( please reassure him
ON THAT TOPIC!!! PRAISE!!!!!!
praise is literally SO important to him, while it is one of his kinks i genuinely think he appreciates it outside of the bedroom as well.
lots and lots of communication. "is this ok", "can i touch you here", type of stuff. he's very gentle with you, and obviously you are with him as well
because he wears his leg brace literally all the time, viktor has a handful of bruises and scars from the brace rubbing against his skin 24/7 (idk if he sleeps w it on tbh- im assuming not but u get the point) and he can be a little insecure about them. PLEASE kiss them and show his body a lot of affection in general
viktor isn't super vocal at first, but once he trusts you he lets out the neediest whines and moans. he curses a lot under his breath, and he has a verrryyyyy pretty fucked-out expression.
this man is a switch 100%. most of the time he subs and bottoms, but sometimes he'll dom from the bottom and very occasionally he'll dom from on top. when he's a sub i definitely see him as, like, the male version of a pillow princess. he definitely just wants to lay back and get taken care of, and will get very pouty if you do not do so. he loves being pampered and praised and he's SOOO sensitive when he's subbing. when he's in a more dominant mood, i see him getting off on your pleasure a lot more than his own. he loves fingering you, and definitely loves overstimulating you
viktor loves being marked and also marking you. he bites down on your shoulder a lot to muffle his moans, and he loves giving you hickeys. i genuinely think that's another one of his kinks as well
TOYS!!! im sorry but this man definitely has an extensive collection of sex toys you can't tell me im wrong bc im not. he isn't inexperienced by any means, but he probably got a lot of toys over the years because he just didn't really have that many partners and just wanted to try a bunch of things on his own yk? anyways, he fucking LOVES using them on you and teasing you mercilessly is definitely part of your guys' foreplay
this man has the most gorgeous hands and definitely puts them to good use‼️ you cannot tell me viktor does not have amazingly skilled hands bc your wrong. he literally does jayce told me
i don't think he's super vanilla but i also don't think he's into like SUPER hardcore bdsm? i think it would intrigue him but he's probably the type to be into what you are into and if you want to try something new, he's more than willing (as long as its safe. either of you getting seriously hurt is a major nono for him). that being said, i don't think he'd mind being handcuffed or experimenting a bit with shibari, but you guys DEFINITELY have a safeword. like even if you have 100% vanilla soft sex he still establishes a safeword with u and makes sure your comfortable.
overall, his kinks include: praise (giving and receiving), little bit of edging (receiving), overstimulation (only giving), marking, and kind of a wildcard but also maybe somnophilia. like he would NOT complain about waking up to head lmao- he's def the type to have wet dreams i want to write this omg
i am so! tired!!! still feeling very crappy but i am pushing through my classes until the end of the year 😭 i am so close and yet so far 🙂↕️
ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ARCANE REQUESTS!!! ive also been on a huge jayce x viktor streak lately? im not usually a big shipper but their dynamic intrigues me. i want to put them in a jar together and shake them around a bit. but yea i love them both!!!
"Jayce!" You had called out with a grin, a handful of roses in your hands. "You leaving the lab already?"
You were about to head in to Viktor's and Jayce's lab so you could pay your boyfriend, Viktor, a quick visit. The two of you had been busy, more so Viktor than you given what him being a scientist, so the amount of times you two could talk to each other were limited. Even more limited because Viktor never seemed to stop wanting to work on Hextech.
You wanted to give Viktor a small gift, something to lighten up the lab since he never was seen outside of it as much since he and Jayce started working on their technology. You had thought that it would bring some liveness to the lab, which would in turn make Viktor's time in there a little less... bland.
Jayce smiled over at you with a small motion with his hand that couldn't exactly be described as a wave. "<<Reader>>, hey. I'm just taking a break, is all. I'm assuming you're off to find Viktor?"
You gave him a small nod and gave the roses in your hands a slight, (barely being counted as a 'shake') shake. "Here to give him roses, of course."
"Of course." Jayce said with a slight laugh, but then he made a small face that could be only described as a frown clear with pity. "We shouldn't really have flowers in the lab. Hazard."
You made a small 'o' shape with your mouth and let out a small, nervous sigh. "Sorry, Jayce. I'll put them away later, I won't leave them in the lab."
The scientist gave you a small nod, a slight smile on his face. He patted your shoulder before walking away. "Thanks."
With a small sigh, immediately deflated from Jayce's comment about not being able to have the roses kept in the lab - taking away the whole idea of lighting up the place, you opened the lab door and poked your head through to check if Viktor was in.
Of course, you knew that he was in the lab, having just been confirmed by Jayce mere moments ago. Though, you just had to make sure that he was in there before waltzing into the place as if it was a lab of your own.
"Viktor?" You called out softly when you saw the back of Viktor head, in the usual stance of being hunched over his work with a hand propping up his head.
You watched as the his chair spun around, his face quickly brightened up when he saw you, a grin on his face. "Moje holubice!"
He beckoned you in with his hand as he rose to his feet, his hand wrapping around the handle of his cane so he could meet you halfway while you walked over to him.
"Afternoon, love." You said with a smile, wrapped your free hand around him as he did the same to you.
When the two of you parted, he looked down at the roses in your hands. "Flowers?"
"Roses." You said with a nod, that smile that Viktor loved plastered on your face. "For you. Well, for the lab."
He frowned when he heard that the flowers were for the lab. "You know that we cannot have flowers in here...?"
"Yes, yes." You sighed out. "Jayce just told me, so I guess they're for your room."
“Thank you.” He let out a small laugh, kissing your cheek lightly. He appreciated the thought. "You can set them down on my desk, for now."
You looked down at Viktor’s work after you set the roses on the end of his desk, granted you didn’t really understand what it was he was doing. You were no scientist as he and Jayce were. “Not working too hard, are you?”
He had let out a quiet chuckle, he wasn’t one to admit that he was stressed. He’d always put his work before himself, one of his few flaws. “I’m fine.”
“Hm.” You let out a quiet hum as he sat back down on his chair. You’d notice the way his eyes were heavy, the bags under his eyes and the way his muscles were tense. “You’re a shit liar.”
Viktor only turned to you and let out a stupid, sweet laugh that you loved hearing so much as he shook his head. Even through his laughter and sile, you could tell he was exhausted. “I’ve fooled everyone else.”
“Everyone else isn’t dating you.” You said with a grin, walking over to his desk and standing beside him as he looked down at the different blueprints and abundance of writing.
He looked tense, you knew that he was as well. You placed your hand on his shoulder, leaning down and kissing his head softly. “Take a break.”
“I shouldn’t. I can’t.” Viktor said with a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly., he reached for one of the blueprints, looking it through as if he was double checking if the design would work. It was a new invention, you hadn't seen it before.
You rested your chin on the top of his head, looking down at his work, trying to make sense of Viktor’s endless scientific scribbles, something you'd probably never make sense of. “Says who?”
“Láska, you know what the importance of this work.” Viktor said with a quiet murmur, he looked up at you, with almost a scowl-like expression on his face, but you were sure he was tired. Stressed.
“It will be here after a small break.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead once again. “A walk around won’t hurt, some fresh air wouldn’t hurt.”
He looked reluctant to comply to your words, or even consider the suggestions. His brown eyes found their gaze back onto the work, the endless papers that were always scattered around or piled up in the lab.
“Viktor.” You said with a sterner voice, hands on his chin as you pulled his head to look at you again. Your voice had softened, as did your expression when his brown orbs locked onto your worried gaze. “Take a break. Please.”
His tired eyes met yours, a quiet sigh escaped his lips as his head was turned up at yours. He still looked reluctant. He wouldn’t want to leave his work, he barely leaves the lab if he can help it. The amount of late nights you’ve had to come by the lab and practically drag him out of the damned place.
You exhaled, crouching down so that you were looking up at him from his place on his chair, gentle hands resting on top of his knees. “You are tense, love. You need to relax.”
He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows, a common expression for him since he was stressed often and it was a frequent occurrence that you saw him like that - outside and inside of his work.
“Viktor.” You said again when he wouldn’t reply, a frown on your face that Viktor has seen, causing a small sigh escape his lips as a response.
“I know.” He mumbled, his back hitting the back of the chair, he was rubbing his eyes again, he’s heard the same lecture from you - and others - several times, so much to the point where he could probably recite it word for word. “I know.”
Your hands instinctively moved to his thighs, not too far up, but just above his knees, then you started to subconsciously lightly rub your thumbs against his trousers, as if you were trying to cause him to relax. However, you saw from the way his body shifted and the way he tensed up it had a completely other affect on him.
You heard the quiet inhale that he took, as his body shifted and he leaned against the back of his chair. He was pent up, you knew it and he knew it. The way his body was so tensed the way that he struggled to loosen up whenever you touched him.
He was so stressed almost all of the time, and all he really needed was some stress relief. You knew that. You could see it from a mile away.
"Láska..." You heard him mutter under his breath, his head leaning back against his chair.
“You’re so tense.” You stated, looking up at him with a tensing grin as your eyes glanced up at his tired expression. “Seems like you need another type of relaxation, no?”
“We shouldn’t.” Viktor whispered out, looking down at you, but there was something about that grin on your face and you down by his lap that made something click in his mind. “Jayce might be bac-”
You shook your head slowly, shushing him quietly. “He just left, he’s taking a break. Besides… I can be quick. If you’d let me.”
“Pro lásku k Bohu…” Viktor grumbled under his breath, but you saw his quick and little nod as he, without much hesitation, gave into your offer.
You let out a small chuckle, a hand inching towards his trousers zipper, the slow and cautious movements causing Viktor to harden under your touch. Surprising, really, you had thought it would take more to get him worked up, but perhaps he just really needed this.
“You already are hard, Vik…” you muttered softly, undoing his zipper and pulling down his trousers halfway down his thighs. “You’ve been needing a break, huh?”
“<<Reader>>…” Viktor breathed out, his faint voice barely able to meet your ears.
For a second, you thought he was going to protest against what he had previously just agreed to. You wondered if you had taken it too far since it was, in fact, his workplace.
You looked up and met his gaze, hands stilling for a moment so that he could speak without the pressure of your hands all over him.
“We have to be quick.” He finally said, his voice low as if he was worried about someone being just outside.
You gave him a small grin, nodding as your hands continued to gently caress the sides of his thighs. “Oh, I will be, don’t worry, my love.”
Your hand found its way to his crotch, slowly and gently palming his bulged through his underwear. He let out a low groan, his hands lightly resting on your arms, a silent curse escaping his lips.
You could feel as his cock started to slowly harden from your slow, gentle touches. His small, faint gasps and breaths sending shivers down your spine.
"Be quick..." He muttered again, which only earned other laugh from you, though he only let out a huff at your amusement. “Don’t laugh at me, Moje holubice.”
“Sorry, sorry..” you whispered, pulling down his underwear, causing his breath to hitch.
His cock sprung free once it was out of his confines of Viktor’s underwear, with it completely erected in your face, you licked a long stripe up from the base to the tip.
“Láska…” he breathed out, his voice wavering as his eyes fluttered closed only for a short moment.
It wasn’t long before you had wrapped your lips around his shaft completely, breathing deeply through your nose. You stayed there for a couple of seconds, bracing yourself. Though, it wasn’t long before you started to slowly bob your head up and down.
Viktor let out quiet noises at first, but they started to slowly grow in noise. One of his hands rested on your forearm, while the other moved to clamp around your hair.
His hips bucked once, causing you to gag around his hardness, your hands quickly moved to hold them down so he couldn’t keep squirming.
“Oh, God…” he breathed out, breath faltering as his chest was quick to rise and fall quickly.
Viktor was a squirming mess, of course you knew that the scientist was often sensitive, especially when you were going down on him like this. Your hands always ended up holding him down to make it that much easier for you, you had to admit, however, it seemed to just make him act up more.
Your thumbs lightly rubbed the sides of Viktor’s thighs, your mouth continued to remain clamped around his length. A hand of his moved up to his face, lightly biting down of his knuckles as his other hand moved to your hair.
You weren’t able to pleasure him for long, since he pulled your head back up, only causing your legs to push yourself up from the floor. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, a hand moving to the back of your head.
You pulled away for a moment, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips. “What happened to ‘being quick’, Hm?”
He shook his head quickly, but it was barely even noticeable. Either way, he pulled you into a quick kiss, a hand running down to your waist as he encouraged you to sit on his lap.
You parted your legs, shifting so that you could plant yourself comfortably on his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders, one hand cupping the side of his neck.
He leaned up, lips starting to pressing kisses against your jaw, trailing down your neck. His fingers inched up to your shirt, pulling it aside, his lips moving down to move the string of attacks down to your collarbone.
Soft breaths escaped your lips, your eyes slowly starting to flutter closed at the pleasant sensation, one that you had been quick to fall in love with when you and Viktor started dating.
His lips soon trailed back up, but, once his lips reached yours, his kiss lingered. His eyes closed, your lips moving in unison and your hands moving up to feel up each other’s bodies.
“Be quick, he said,” you muttered with a grin pulling on your lips, “Jayce might be back, he said.”
He let out a scoff at your teasing, but it came out as a little whine instead, he’d whispered, almost just in your ear. “Please.”
"Okay..." You said ever so gently, your voice only meant to be heard by his ears and his alone.
You hiked up your skirt, holding it above your knees, which prompted Viktor to pull down your underwear once he could reach. It was an awkward and messy moment of shifting and moving for a couple of seconds, though, you were soon able to position yourself so you could feel the tip of his cock in the folds of your pussy.
You could feel his breath hitting your skin, each time there was less and less time before you felt another. You steadily started to lower yourself down into him, breath hitching as you did.
A low groan escaped his lips once you finally settled down, his head tilting down to capture your lips in another kiss, in which you gladly kissed him back. His fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close to him while you kissed. While your lips danced against one another's, your gentle noises were quick to be muffle through the kiss, silencing you from anyone who might have been walking past the door.
You took but a mere few moments to adjust to his size, you had done this several of times with him now and it had gotten easier each time. Your hand had rested on the side of his neck, your thumb having met just where his jaw was, caressing it slowly while your lips danced.
Viktor's other hand had moved down to your side, just above your waist, sliding to your back before he pulled you flush into his chest. You took the action as a sign to steadily start to grind against him, not quite ready to start riding him yet. Your movement prompted various faint noises from his mouth, the scientist had to break away from the kiss for a split second, leaving his wet, parted lips to brush against yours.
There was a split moment were a moan escaped your mouth, though, it was louder than the noises that Viktor was making.
The sound quickly made him snap his half lidded eyes open, his breathless mutters finding your ears.“Počkej, počkej… bud’zticha. Wait… wait…”
You paused, eyes opening to look at his golden eyes. There was a moment of complete silence, both of you keeping an ear out just in case someone did hear your little slip up.
“It’s fine.” You breathed out, trying to settle your nerves. “It’s fine… no one else is here, no one is outside.”
“Keep going…” He muttered, his nose brushing up against yours before pulling you into another kiss, his hand firmly grasping your back to ease you into your movements.
It didn’t take you long before you started to grind into him, getting just enough friction from his cock comfortably nuzzled inside of your soaked pussy. However, with a little push further from Viktor, you took the quick hint to lift yourself off of him until the tip of his throbbing member was just by your entrance, before letting yourself fall back down and creating a steady pace to repeat.
Viktor's low, faint groans started to leisurely turn into weak moans, some mostly muffled by your kissing, but more having caused him to break away from the kiss, leaning his head into your neck while his lips pressed against the skin there.
With every clench of your hole, his noises grew a little louder than before, hands tightening their grip on you as he tried to quickly regain himself, remembering where he was and how neither of you were meant to making all that much noise. Who knows who could be lingering outside, after all.
"I'm not going to last long, Láska..." Viktor panted out, the feeling of his breath hitting the skin on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Láska... I-"
You hushed him gently, shaking your head slowly. "It's fine.. it's fine, Vik..."
"God," He groaned, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone, all while his cock twitching deep inside of you. "I can feel you clenching around me.."
The feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you caused you to pick up the pace a little more, trying to push Viktor over the edge before Jayce walked back through those doors. You were beginning to get cautious of time, trying to speed up this whole 'relaxing' thing.
The scientist under you started to grumble out a mess of incoherent words, some in his native tongue and some you could understand. He was so painfully close, you could feel how his dick twitched inside of you, sending flutters to your stomach and sending you closer to your end climax.
"Viktor..." You moaned out, making him only let out a groan in response.
He let out a gasp, hips bucking under you once, then twice, before you felt that warm substance fill up your hole. Noises flooded out of his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he pulled your flush against him. His hips squirming under you, causing his cock to grind satisfactory inside of you. You were quick to follow, feeling that knot deep inside of you snap, body tensing as you felt yourself come undone.
The two of you were swift to completely still in your movements, simply feeling one on other on each other, laboured breathing hitting the others' skin, warmth from each of your bodies' radiating out.
"We can't stay like this." Viktor muttered after some time, his voce barely finding your ears.
You nodded slowly, eventually finding your breath. "Yeah.. of course."
However, again, neither of you moved.
Though, at some point, you pulled your body away from his, eyes locking onto his. His golden eyes searched your face, memorising every detail on you face, much like he had done numerous times before.
"Thank you, Láska..." He whispered, pulling you in for one final kiss.
One day at the lab, Viktor goes home early, and you notice he forgot his handkerchief while grabbing your coat. You know very well that he has more at home, but wanting a reason to talk to him, you place it in your pocket and head out the door.
You arrive at his house and knock. You hear some shuffling and then the door opens.
Viktor: "Oh! (Y/n). What brings you here?"
It's weird to see him dressed so casually. He's no longer wearing his waistcoat and has removed his tie. The first two buttons of his dress shirt have also been undone.
You: "You left your handkerchief at the lab, so I wanted to return it." :)
Viktor: "Oh, that's very kind of you to have gone out of your way like that."
You: It was no trouble. I was in the area anyway." (Which wasn't necessarily a lie.)
Viktor: "I was just putting on a kettle of water. Would you care for any tea?"
You: "Yes, I would like that very much." (^‿^)
You enter into his living room and just like the gentleman he is, Viktor helps you out of your coat and hangs it up one of his coat hooks. He tells you to have a seat and to make yourself comfortable and then heads back into his kitchen. You've only been to Viktor's house once before, but have never been inside. It's pretty nice. A little bit of a mess but that's to be expected. Your eyes scan the room out of curiosity, observing his many shelves of books, nick nacks, and unfinished inventions. Papers with equations and other notes are pinned to a huge bulletin board on the wall opposite of his couch.
You take a seat but then realize that you've sat on something thick and fluffy. You reach down and pull the object from under you. You're surprised yet amused to see that it's a Teddy bear, properly dressed as if it were part of the academy.
Viktor enters the room with your teacup and saucer.
Viktor: "I'm all out of black, so I hope you don't mind herbal. It's lemon and ging-"
He takes notice of what you're holding and the smile on your face.
Viktor: "Oh....uh.." (,,•_•,,) "That's.. Mr. Bear.. I got him when I first came to the academy.. He's been a comfort to me and makes a great study partner.."
You didn't realize until then, just how adorable Viktor is.
The End
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Extra Ending Scene
One day you happen to walk past Viktor's house, and hear his voice coming from the open windows;
Viktor: Yes Mr. Bear, that formula does work better than the last! High five!
Synopsis: It was your first Christmas without your family and you were spending it alone, holed up in the lab, distracting yourself with excessive decorating of the lab and your newest creation. That is until your fellow Hextech scientist shows up.
Word Count: 2k
A/N: This request hit a little too close to home this year so I felt like I needed to write it to get the feels out, hope everyone had a good holiday <3
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The lab was quieter than it had ever been before. Your two partners had gone home for the weekend, likely to spend the holidays with their families. As much as you had wished to join them in celebrating with your own family, it wasn’t in the cards for you this year.
Ever since your move from Zaun to Piltover to pursue your studies, it had gotten harder and harder to stay in contact with your family. This year, you hadn’t even received a letter back when you wrote to your parents, asking whether you should come home or have them visit you for the holidays. It hurt you a little more than you were willing to admit to yourself.
No matter how many decorations you’d strung up in the lab and how hard you had thrown yourself into your most recent project, you couldn’t shake the ache of loneliness from your heart. Two neatly wrapped gifts sat under the small Christmas tree you’d decorated earlier once Jayce and Viktor had left, one for each of them to open once they’d returned from their holiday celebrations.
You tinker quietly at your workstation, notes scattered across the desk and a pen tucked behind your ear as you make adjustments to the gadget in front of you. You flick it on, a hopeful grin on your face that soon disappears when nothing happens.
You let out a frustrated sigh, slumping back in your chair as you pout dejectedly at your currently failing invention. Your gaze drifts to the large windows, watching the snow swirl through the air. The falling snow draws your attention and you stand up, making your way over to the window. Below you, families wander the streets laughing happily with one another and kids play in the snow, building snowmen and having snowball fights. Your eyebrows draw together and a few tears slip down your cheeks, longing for the days where you were those people.
The sound of the lab doors opening snaps you out of your thoughts, wiping your tears away as you turn around. Viktor? Your fellow scientist makes his way into the lab, surprise evident on his face when he sees you standing in the lab. He had been anticipating it to be empty, the rest of the Academy building empty because of the holiday.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? I would’ve expected you to be out celebrating?” He steps a little further into the lab, setting his bag down on the nearest table. You give him a tight smile, hoping it’s dark enough that he can’t see the remnants of tears on your face.
“Couldn’t make it home this year, so I decided to celebrate… by myself,” you trail off, wincing at how lame you probably sounded.
He frowns a little bit, “I will be right back, my dear,” and with that, he’s gone again. You make your way back to your desk, taking a seat to wait for the man to return.
It takes him around 20 minutes to get back to the lab, this time with a delicately wrapped parcel tucked under his arm and a small tray with two drink cups balanced in his unoccupied hand. You can’t help the grin that takes over your face as he sets down the cups on the surface in front of you, the present following soon after.
“For you, Y/N, a cup of sweet milk and your present.” A fluttery feeling arises in your stomach and your eyes water for the second time today, this time for an entirely different reason than before.
You blink away your tears and spin around, “I got you a present too, let me grab it.”
He watches you as you practically bounce to the Christmas tree, bending down to pick it, turning around with it held gently in your outstretched hands, a huge grin on your face.
His eyes scan the room full of decorations you had put up earlier. “I love what you’ve done with the place, very festive.” He chuckles, taking the present from you once you’re back at his side, setting it down on the table he's currently leaned against, his own cup of sweetmilk in his hands.
You pick up your cup, taking a small sip and letting out a hum of happiness. “You sure know how to charm a girl, presents and sweetmilk, Vik? That's a one way ticket to my heart.” His blush is hidden by the darkness of the room and he pushes the gift towards you, hoping to draw your attention away from him before you take notice of his flustered state.
“Open it.” You pick the present, instinctively giving it a little shake and giggling at your silly antics. Your fingers untie the perfectly tied bow of twine holding the parcel together and once it's undone, the paper concealing it falls away.
You can’t keep the grin overtaking your features at bay and you look up at Viktor, barely able to contain your excitement.
“You remembered?”
It was a book you had offhandedly expressed interest in months ago on a trip to the bookstore you made with the man currently in front of you. You had only mentioned wanting it that one time and you definitely hadn’t expected him to remember it.
“I, uh, I actually went back later that night to buy it for you. Christmas was just the nearest reason I had to give it to you. I know it’s not much but-” You cut him off with a tight hug, wrapping your arms tightly around him and burying your face into his neck. He freezes for a moment before his arms settle around your form, pulling you tighter against him.
“I love it, Vik, thank you.” The thoughtfulness of the gift was almost overwhelming. You were genuinely surprised Viktor had remembered something like that, he’d always been the type to remember little details about people, but you were honored that he remembered something so miniscule and unimportant about you. You reluctantly pull away from him, wanting him to open the present you got him.
“Your turn.” You nearly shove the present into his chest, looking up at him expectantly with a sweet smile on your lips. He takes it from you gently, following suit in unwrapping it to reveal what's inside.
He lifts up the deep red scarf you had made for him, knitted with soft yarn you’d found at the market a while ago, the deep red reminding you of the color Viktor typically adorned the minute you saw it.
“I made it myself,” You state proudly, “D’ya like it?” You question hopefully, his silent demeanor making you nervous.
“I love it, it’s perfect.” His voice is quiet and his eyes are locked on the scarf, fingers brushing against the soft material.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
He holds the scarf up to you and you gladly take it. By this time, Viktor had moved into a more comfortable position and was seated on the table you had been working on earlier, any attempt of work long discarded. You step between his legs, heart rate picking up at the close proximity of you and your fellow scientist. His hands reach out, settling on your waist to steady himself. Your cheeks flush at the touch but you try not to let it show, taking the scarf from him.
You gently wrap the scarf around his neck, making minor adjustments to make it fit more comfortably. You smile at your handiwork, eyes darting up from his neck to his eyes. His gaze had been locked on you since you stepped closer to him, your body heat radiating from you and warming the skin of his thighs where your hips rested. He never wants you to move. His golden eyes meet yours when you look up, gaze darting down to your lips for a brief, but noticeable, moment.
“You look amazing.” Your voice is barely above a whisper now and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him. His presence is intoxicating and you can’t help but lean in, his eyes drawing you in like a moth to a flame. His hand grip at your waist a little tighter the closer you get. Your noses brush, your lips mere centimeters apart, so close yet so far away and-
A loud crash from the hallway has you jumping back a step, the noise snapping you out of the trance you had found yourself in a moment ago.
You clear your throat, now avoiding eye contact with the man you were just about to kiss and potentially ruin the professional relationship you had formed over the past few years, one that you had thought had become a close friendship at this point. A chime from the clock in the corner draws your attention and you take another step back.
“We should probably get some sleep, Viktor. We’ll have a long day ahead of us once the weekend is over.” He nods in response, saying nothing back. You reach out a hand, helping him keep his balance as he makes his way down from the table. Once his two feet are safely planted on the ground you drop his hand, missing the warmth instantly. You move to gather your things, hearing Viktor do the same behind your turned back.
The two of you head for the doors of the lab, side by side, attempting to ignore any potential awkwardness the situation just a few minutes ago might have caused.
Viktor reaches for the door, opening it and gesturing for you to walk through first. You give him a tight smile and step out, stopping to wait for him to lock up before seeing him off for the night.
He slips his keys back into his pocket, finally meeting your eyes again.
“Goodnight Viktor, I’ll see you tomorrow, Merry Christmas.”
You turn to walk yourself to your dorm, likely to throw yourself into the book Viktor had bought you, but you're stopped by a hand wrapping around your elbow and spinning you back around. You look up at Viktor with concern, raising an eyebrow in silent questioning. He has a smirk on his face and his only response is pointing his finger in the air.
You look up, cheeks flushing at what hangs above your head. Mistletoe. Your blush deepens and your eyes dart back to his face.
Viktor lets go of your elbow, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You find yourself trapped under his gaze again and when his hand settles on your cheek, you can't help but lean into it.
“It is tradition after all.” And his lips are on yours.
It doesn’t take more than a second for you to respond to the kiss, all earlier caution thrown to the wind. It’s everything you’ve ever imagined, his lips are soft against yours and you nearly get lost in the addictive feeling of the kiss. His hand stays put on your cheek holding you to him but your hands reach out, tangling in his hair and pulling him deeper into the kiss. He lets out a soft groan and it lights a fire in your belly you’ve never felt before. If you had the chance you would stay like this forever.
Like all good things, it must come to an end eventually, unfortunately ending way sooner than you’d hoped and leaving you craving more. Viktor’s the one who pulls away first, cheeks flushed and practically panting when he steps back.
A smile adorns his face and his hand drops from your face, “Merry Christmas Y/N.” And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving you love struck and frozen where you stand. Once he turns the corner at the end of the hall, you manage to shake yourself out of his trance.
Your fingers lightly brush against your tingling lips, reveling in the kiss Viktor had just left you with. You smile and turn away, walking in the opposite direction Viktor had left to turn in for the night.
Maybe Christmas without your family this year wasn’t that bad after all.
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Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Viktor is nakey, both reader and Viktor belong to horny jail, implied smut(ty thoughts).
Tags: fluff, idiots in love, pining, sexual tension
Request: "Reader is an artist and ask her long time friend,and crush,Vitkor to help her with some modeling. He accepts and everything is fine till she asks him to take off his clothes,she didnt tell him he had to be nakie. What happens is both of them trying to make the other not notice that they are a flustered mess inside."
A/N: I thought this request was super funny, it gave me a good chuckle when I first read it! I added some tweaks, I hope you will enjoy it nevertheless! I really enjoyed writing it 😊 I can't decide if I write fast or bad. Also it was really hard not turning this into a full blown smut but oh!
The end of the semester was approaching at the Academy, therefore the air was filled with tension and stress as every student delved into studying for the finals, putting extra effort into getting a better grade.
(Y/N) was no different. She put a lot of effort into her work during the rest of the school year as well, but the finals always made her stressed, not to talk about all those assignments that she had to do. She sat on the bench with Viktor on that sunny late spring afternoon, the smell of flowers filling the air.
‘I don’t think I can do this, Viktor.’ She sighed, resting her chin on her hand. She looked at her leg, lost in her thoughts. She had multiple art classes at the academy, and they were almost as (if not more) demanding as any science class, no matter what others said. Viktor was sitting next to her, leaning back on the bench, watching her in a silent awe. He couldn’t help but smile about how adorable she was when she was nervous.
‘Of course, you can!’ He replied in his usual calm tone. ‘You are very talented.’ He continued, and after a second of hesitation he put his hand on her back, caressing it ever so lightly. His heart fluttered by the contact.
‘You really think so?’ She asked, leaning back to match his posture which forced his hand away, her heart secretly aching over the loss of touch.
‘I would not say that if I didn’t mean it. You know that.’ He replied as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. A small smile found its ways to her lips, but it disappeared almost instantly.
‘But I don’t even have a subject yet! All my classmates already found someone to pose for them, but I left it to the last second, and – ‘ She rambled, but he interrupted her.
‘Maybe I can help?’ He asked, his voice just a bit shy. He was not sure what to expect exactly, also his self-consciousness screamed in the back of his mind that this was not a good idea. Wouldn’t she already asked if she wanted him to be her subject? Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
‘You would do that?! Oh my God Viktor thank you so much!’ She said, almost screaming, her eyes beaming with excitement as she was incredibly grateful for her friend. He couldn’t help but adore her, the way her smile is spread across her face, her eyes twinkling in the sunshine. He caught himself staring, making the end of his ears turn red.
‘Of course.’ He said, not taking his eyes off her.
‘I’m so thankful for this! What do you say if I buy you dinner in exchange?’ She asked as she stood up, fixing her uniform. ‘I will be forever grateful! I’ll meet you at my place at 7? Does that sound good?’ She continued, but judging from her tone and the way she spoke Viktor knew that was not really a question after all. He smiled to himself and nodded, waving goodbye to his friend as she disappeared in the distance.
As the afternoon passed Y/n’s initial reaction was fading, nervousness taking over her body. It was almost 7 and she was arranging her brushes, paints and everything in between. She was nervously messing with her fingers, a slight blush creeping up her cheek. Was this really a good idea?
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts, startling her.
‘I’m coming!’ She said, rushing to the door of the small room and opening it. Viktor stood in front of her, one hand holding onto a book, the other resting on his cane. She smiled up at him and stepped aside, letting the man come into her room. It was not the first time he was there, so he made himself comfortable on her couch while she closed the door, looking around nervously.
‘I’m really grateful for you doing this.’ She said, smiling at him, while approaching her canvas. She was fiddling with the paints and he looked over at her in awe, being mesmerized by the way she was working. After a few minutes she looked up at him, and he could swear he saw a blush creeping up her face.
‘So…’ She started, leaving a long pause while she gathered her thoughts. ‘Do you want me to turn around while you take your clothes off?’ She said, and as the words left her mouth Viktor managed to choke on his own spit, coughing into his hand.
‘Pardon?’ He asked, putting his hand on his chest, trying to calm himself down. Her expression turned into shock.
‘Oh my God!’ She said loudly, almost shouting as she put her palm on her face, trying to cover it in shame. ‘I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I totally understand if you don’t want to do this anymore, Viktor I’m sorry-‘ She rambled, speaking the words so fast that Viktor was sure she didn’t even take a breath between them.
‘Y/n.’ He said in a low and calm voice, so calm that it surprised him as well.
‘Viktor, I really didn’t mean to keep that from you, I swear.’ She said, running her fingers through her hair, exhaling sharply.
‘I know you didn’t! It’s… it’s okay. Just…’ He said, pausing for a second to let out a sigh. ‘Can you turn away while I undress?’ He felt the blush creeping up his face and ears as well as she nodded, turning her back on him. She did as he asked, looking at the painting equipment, trying to not pay attention to the sound of fabric rubbing against itself and his skin, to the fact that she’s going to see the man she loved for so long naked for the first time. This was definitely not how she imagined it would go and she cursed herself silently for messing this up so much.
‘Um. It won’t be a… front facing painting.’ She managed to say, gulping hard between words. ‘You can make yourself comfortable, you can even read if you want.’ She offered, which made a small chuckle escape from his lips, giving her the tiniest relief and she smiled to herself as well. She heard the couch squeak as he sat back down and eventually, she heard the pages of a book turning. She didn’t dare to speak a word.
‘It will be hard to paint me if you won’t turn around.’ She heard him say, making her laugh.
‘You are right.’ She replied, turning around with the brush in her hand and she thanked the lord she didn’t drop it.
There he was, comfortably sitting on the couch, holding up his book with both hands, one arm resting on the armrest, the other lying next to his body. His good leg comfortably crossed over the other one, covering his most private parts. Just the thought made her head feel light and she let out a shaky breath which caught his attention. He looked up from the book at her face, and just as his eyes met hers, she quickly looked away. The movement made him smile and blush at the same time.
As she progressed with her painting her nerves calmed down a bit, but she couldn’t help but admire Viktor during every second of the process. He was beautiful, his long limbs framed in a perfect pose, his lean body spreading across her couch like he was born to be there. Sometimes he would furrow his brows while reading, clearly being lost in another world. On occasions he would look up at her from under his lashes, admiring her all the same, sometimes blushing and smiling when their eyes met. Having the book with him was a huge help to fight back the awkward blushes and the thoughts – the not so innocent thoughts that he had in this scenario. Little did he know that she was fighting these same thoughts as well.
She wanted to touch him so bad, feel his warm skin under her fingers, his breath on her face. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair, to push her lips on his. The sound of paper being flipped snapped her out of her thoughts, and she saw Viktor looking at her, smiling. She quickly looked back at her work, unconsciously shifting in her standing to push her thighs together just the slightest bit, a blush creeping on her face. It was like she did nothing else all evening, just blushed.
‘It’s almost done.’ She said, looking over at him, and he nodded silently. Oh, how he wished he could touch her, pull her close into him. It was ridiculous really, how much he loved her.
‘Do you want to look at it?’ She asked, wiping her hands with a rag. He closed the book and looked up with uncertainty. ‘Of course, you can dress up first.’ She smiled cheekily at him, and he returned the gesture. She turned around while he put his clothes back up. He walked over to her and she turned around, looking up at him. Him being so close to her felt intoxicating all of a sudden. She gestured toward the painting, and he looked at it, his face unreadable.
‘Oh God, you hate it, right?’ She asked nervously, running a hand through her hair. Viktor turned to her immediately, shaking his head.
‘No, not at all! You are very talented! It’s just… weird to look at myself like this.’ He replied, brows furrowed.
‘You are beautiful.’ She replied, still looking at the painting. He felt his ears burning at the compliment. Beautiful was not something that he got called by people. He looked down at her, switching his gaze between her and the painting. With a sudden burst of confidence, he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, lingering for a second. Her breath got caught in her throat, eyes widening.
‘I better go now.’ He said, smiling at her, holding her hand. She nodded silently and smiled back at him.
‘I’m so grateful for your help. Don’t forget I’ll bring you dinner for this!’ She replied, smile gleaming up at him, and he was convinced that it could light up whole cities.
‘I cannot wait.’ He said and turned around, but he felt her hand reaching out towards him, trying not to let go as long as it was physically possible. When her hand slid out of his eventually, she let out a sigh as she watched him walk out the door. She gathered her stuff, looking at the painting.
A/N: this was a request i got so hopefully i did it justice! this whole concept was honestly so cool to write about and i think it's safe to say i'm attached 😭 i have so much planned for this series so get ready!
this prologue is a major wip so it's subject to change and undergo lots and lots of editing, but i just wanted to post it now to see what you guys thought about it before anything else :)
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Forget-Me-Not — Prologue
Viktor x Ionian!Reader
You had always known that Viktor would be your undoing.
You knew it the very moment you first saw each other as children, both impossibly lost and alone and curious about the other.
You knew it when you watched him smile softly to himself upon the discovery that his toy boat worked as it sailed defiantly down the small river, colorful with toxins. You had meekly followed him as the little contraption traveled along the water, laughing as it picked up speed, before suddenly flinging your body out to catch the boy before he fell to the ground when you noticed him stumble. The look he gave you afterwards told you everything you needed to know: "I have no idea who you are, but I think I'd like to be your friend now."
You knew it when you heard him speak for the first time, words gentle yet blunt and rich with an accent in a language you couldn't understand. And when he taught you how to speak as he did, patient and understanding and excited when you made progress and could communicate back, you knew it.
You knew it when he tenderly pressed bandages to the scrapes on your knees after you stumbled while dancing and scolded you for not paying more attention. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he'd kiss each bandage "just to make sure it heals faster," like his mother would do to him.
You knew it when you watched him tinker away on his newest invention, with furrowed eyebrows and his mouth slightly crooked in concentration. When he saw you trying to get a peek, he'd shoo you out of his workspace, uncharacteristically embarrassed. You knew it when some time later, he presented you with a handmade silver key, tiny and delicate, with little swirls engraved in its edges. He jokingly remarked that it was the key to his heart and threatened you to never lose it. You swore with your life (and your pinky finger) that you would never take it off, and Viktor tied the wire necklace for you so that you wouldn't see the faint pink glowing on his cheeks. You never broke your promise.
You knew it when his parents gifted you both uniforms to the academy in Piltover and as you watched tears of happiness stream softly down his face (which he would later deny, much to your amusement).
You knew it when the two of you stepped foot in Piltover for the first time and felt vehemently out of place. It was almost as if everyone could tell you both didn't belong and the looks people shot you made you dizzy and weak in the knees. When Viktor gently squeezed your hand in reassurance, you gave him a small, thankful smile before squeezing back. And when your hands stayed comfortably clasped in each other's the rest of the way to the academy, you knew.
You knew it when you watched him place top of his class, his eyes shining with surprise before crinkling into a smile as he turned to look at you. You mouthed "I told you so," in response and laughed when he dramatically rolled his eyes, only for him to scoff and clear his throat when he noticed the odd looks he was receiving. This caused you to laugh harder, and when you saw his endeared expression afterwards, you knew.
You knew it whenever you brought him something you had cooked or baked and his entire face lit up, even more so if the delivery included anise cookies with condensed milk glaze — a weakness you had learned to affectionately exploit.
You knew it when he softly swept his thumb along the edge of your lips, chuckling as he remarked that you somehow always managed to get crumbs everywhere before suddenly pausing to question the light crimson that had come to stain your ears and cheeks.
You knew it whenever you gazed into his deep, honey eyes, bright with amber and ambition that always seemed to be focused ahead on some intangible future. The way he spoke of his hopes and dreams with that trademark sense of optimism of his that you cherished so much never failed to make you grin, and this was something Viktor noticed — a small note he made in the back of his mind that remarked that you often smiled when he did.
You knew it when he shattered from stress and insecurity and found solace in your embrace, sobbing silently into your shoulder as your fingers gently carded through his hair in an effort to calm him down. The muffled apologies and words of encouragement shared between the two of you in those moments were tender and bittersweet and stuck with the both of you long after, resurfacing in the forms of knowing looks and lingering touches that left butterflies in their wake.
You knew it when he became assistant to dean of the academy and visited the archives every morning and evening just to see you. On many occasions he claimed Heimerdinger had sent him to retrieve certain volumes of textbooks or council records that were "incredibly important to the headmaster's current duties," only for you to watch him leave empty handed and with a smile etched on his face.
You knew it when he got too close and the smell of coffee, sugar, anise, and tiny notes of ink, parchment, and iron invaded your senses, causing you to short circuit and lose focus on whatever you were previously doing. You prayed that the blush adorning your face wasn't visible or that Viktor wasn't paying attention to you in that moment as you knew you wouldn't be able to come up with a coherent excuse if he asked.
You knew it when he inquired about a certain Jayce Talis' notes. About the arcane and magic, about endless possibilities and the opportunity to change the future, and about helping him finish his research. And when he specifically asked you to aid him and Jayce given your complex knowledge of the arcane, you knew.
You knew it when hextech worked wonders and the first thing he did after the adrenaline (and magically induced floating) ended was to thank you enthusiastically until your face matched the color of his shirt and Jayce laughed fondly in the background.
You knew it as you all grew older and success had become routine in your lives, and you knew it when Viktor's health plummeted. When he threw himself into his work and obsessively strived towards progress at the cost of his wellbeing. When the bags under his eyes grew dark and heavy and his complexion continued to pale.
You knew it when the nights he spent at the lab grew longer and when the meals you brought him that he so often ate with vigor ended up growing cold at the edge of his desk, untouched.
You knew it when you watched him collapse at his workstation and fear rooted itself in every crevice of your body, and you didn't want to think about what would have happened had your desperate calls not been answered by Sky, who frantically rushed to find the nearest source of help. In the hospital, Jayce had let you sleep on his shoulder as you both waited for Viktor to awaken, and you were thankful he didn't mention the tear stains that darkened his jacket as a result. And when Viktor stirred and his hoarse voice questioned your presence, you knew. You knew it when Jayce weakly responded with the truth of Viktor's condition, and you bit your lip until it bled in an effort to stop yourself from sobbing again as you faced the inevitable fact that your best friend would die.
You knew it when he reached a breakthrough and clasped your hands in his, practically shaking with excitement as he rambled about possibilities and outcomes and new horizons, but you weren't paying full attention to his words — not when he was genuinely smiling and looked like Viktor again, alive and animated, with his eyes holding that familiar spark that you hadn't realized you missed seeing for so long... with something else hidden beneath it.
You knew it when you watched him run for the first time underneath the stars and his face contorted in every emotion possible before settling on disbelief and adoration when he reached you. You knew it when he tightly embraced you before lifting you towards the sky, smiling and laughing and high on adrenaline. You knew it when he thanked you — delicate and sweet, barely-there murmurs against your lips — and promised you the world, the sun, the moon, and the stars: that he would survive.
Over, and over, and over again, you were reminded. You had always known that Viktor would be your undoing. It was inevitable, with how wholly you gave your heart to him and the way life seemed to spite you, you knew. But you would let him ruin you — again, and again, and again, over and over, you would let him. You would spend an eternity in pain by his hands if it meant he would stay just as long on this Earth.
Summary: Celeste’s bot Bebop informs Viktor that she wants to him. After speaking to Jayce about what happened in Why Me he goes to her home. He learns what their next step is in their relationship and about her first bot names Clarence.
Pairing: My OC Celeste x Viktor
Contains: Angst, Past Talk, Smut Talk, FLUFF
Word Count: 1872
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Viktor did not understand emotions that well but he knew what he was experiencing at this moment. Jealously something that plagued him recently frequently unfortunately there was nothing he could build to fix it. It was getting late and Viktor began to gather his things, the doors of the lab opened and in walked Jayce, “Hey! Viktor I am leaving too...want to walk home together?”
“That would be fine.” he said as he stood with the help of his cane. Before other word could be said in flew Bebop past Jayce and straight to Viktor, “Bebop!’
Bebop paused in the air and suddenly played a audio message, “Viktor if you’re not busy why don’t you come to my house tonight?”
Immediately Jayce rushed Viktor with whispers, “Say yes say yes.”
Viktor became flustered, “Y-Yes I will be there.”
Jayce shot his arms in the air, Bebop beeped a few times than hoovered around them before flying back out, “She wants you to come to her house tonight,,,Viktor its finally happening.”. Jayce’s eyes sparkled and gleamed as he bounced foot to foot.
“What is happening?” Viktor asked with a arched brow.
“Well...you know…”
“Oh...you mean sex? We already had sex.” said Viktor as he walked out the door Jayce following.
“Thats it?” asked Jayce his head tilted and his gaze focused.
“You want details? I planned to tell you...I am not really sure how to process it” said Viktor as they walked the Academy. When Viktor looked back at Jayce he looked like he was going to start clapping but stopped just before the first clap, “Are you clapping…?” Asked Viktor arching an eyebrow.
“...No…” said Jayce as he slowly lowered his hands, the conversation continued onto the streets of Piltover. From how it happened, how he felt and overall his feelings.
The street lights began to turn on as the sky grew darker as they neared Celeste’s house Jayce attempted to give words of encouragement. “Viktor listen this is all new to you but you will learn...its you. She cares about you and obviously you do too...so good luck.”
Viktor found himself leaning up against the wall of her house as soon as they made it there. They had been there twice before but not for long, Her house was modest nothing to extravagant but spacious. The door opened and there stood Celeste, she wore a long purple dress with a fur collar.
Viktor sawllowed hard as he took in how she looked, “Celeste good evening.”
She stretched her arms above her head as she yawned, “Good evening.” She smiled warmly at Viktor and than turned her attention to Jayce, “Hello Jayce, it’s nice to see you…I was out scrapping today.”
“Somewhere safe I hope.” Said Jayce his brows wrinkling as his head lowered to study her.
Celeste flashed Viktor a knowing look, “Give me a break councilor?” She said with a smirk.
“The under city is dangerous Celeste! Why don’t you listen! You merely make pets-“ Jayce stopped himself before he finished knowing he would regret it as he scrubbed a hand over his face. Viktor knew he was right, Celeste was great at building things but what she built wouldn’t protect her down there.
“Jayce…” she shook her head slowly in disbelief, “I’m working on it…my…bots I’m going to make some of them ready for battle.”
“I’m sorry…Celeste…but I’m telling you refrain from going down there without proper protection.” He said sternly.
“Jayce! Me and Viktor are from the undercity!” She shouted throwing her hands about. They were both from the undercity, Viktor had hoped Jayce would stop making comments like this but they hadn’t ceased. Comments like those would happen sometimes but he thought they would decrease with Jayce.
“I’m sorry okay I don’t want you to get hurt.” Said Jayce. There was a silence he sighed harshly, “I care about you both, you two are great friends and I don’t want either of you getting hurt. I’ll leave it at that…Viktor I’ll see you tomorrow…good night Celeste.” Said Jayce as he inclined his head and began walking down the the street.
When his silhouette finally faded in the distance Celeste gestured for Viktor to come in. The inside of her house was very homey but had a touch of Zaun to it. Her kitchen was clean and organized but a mess lay on her table consisting of bolts and metal. The living room that was to the right of it had a thick purple sofa in the middle of it, multiple signs hung up on the walls definitely from Zaun.
“Let’s go up my bedroom.” She held out her hand wanting to help him upstairs which Viktor gladly took with a smile. Each step he felt his heart pound harder, he was on edge. He felt like a teenager being this tense over a bedroom it was embarrassing.
Once they reached the top it was obvious which room was hers, Her door was he’s heavily decorated. She had carved stars and the moon into the brown frame, some cogs had even been glued or somehow stuck to the door, “Did you do this?” He asked.
“Yes I did…” she said as she opened the door revealing a spacious room. Her bed was big and on it lay a large purple fluffy blanket and by the blanket lay a leather notebook. Viktor carefully walked over to the edge of her bed taking a seat, His eyes than took in the rest of the room.
A small ladder was propped up against the wall, a desk beside it and in the corner nearby was parts of a possible bit of hers. On the other side of the room was a wardrobe and dresser, on top of the dresser lay accessories and makeup products. The walls had notes pinned up and just like downstairs some old articles, signs and more from Zaun.
The bed dipped beside him as Celeste sit by him, “So what do you think?”
“It’s quite lovely…like you.” Said Viktor his eye contact firm as he felt himself melt.
“Oh Viktor thank you…I’m sorry you had to walk here…I just…I know we need to talk about what happened.” She said as she looked away smiling shyly.
This was it, Viktor thought this was the moment they spoke about when their bodies became one for mere moment but to him it felt like they had melded together for centuries. Viktor smoothed down his suit a he looked away clearing his throat, “D-Do you regret it?” He asked his eyes remaining down.
Celeste’s mouth dropped, “N-No…”
A small smile crept across Viktor’s face as a shaky laugh escaped him. His eyes met hers, “I’m relieved…”
“Viktor…I wanted to apologize but I want to explain myself fully. When we had sex…I was feral…I perhaps…didn’t give any thought to your ailments. I don’t want to treat you differently but I want to keep you safe and well. I really wanted you…I apologize if that disgusts you.” Celeste’s eyes looked wet as her cheeks began to burn.
“Whoa…w-what know Celeste we are human…for me to judge you on desires…I wouldn’t. I would judge you on…why…why me…?” said Viktor, his demeanor turned serious as he folded his hands into his laps.
“Fuck Viktor…I could care less about you’re cane. I love you for you…you’re brilliant, You’re so caring and you want to help people. I could listen to you talk all day…you’re strive to learn it makes me want to learn everything about you.” She said as she placed her hand on his folded hands.
Viktor’s eyes lit up, “When I said I loved you after…I meant it and…I’m glad you meant it to.”
“Of course Viktor…” with those words Celeste leaned forward pressing a small kiss against his lips. She than pulled him back onto the bed with her, Viktor’s head touched the leather notebook. He grabbed onto opening the bookmark page, it read “Clarence”
“Who’s Clarence?” Asked Viktor as his finger followed the outline of a small bot.
“When I lived in the Undercity I was left alone a lot, I learned to build things. I built toys and scrapped. My father he was addicted to shimmer, well he started using me as a way to get money to buy shimmer.” She said as her lips curled in disgust. Viktor had heard about her father being and addict but not her being sold. “Well later on someone offered my dad a huge load of shimmer.” Viktor watched as Celeste held up her hands showing it expand, “All he had to do was give them me.”
Viktor’s gaze went flat as his shoulders slumped, “Celeste…he didn’t…” he said in doubt.
“Oh but he did…he sold me to work at The Last Drop, I would in a room with barely a roof. I barely talked to anyone, I was so lonely and I always saw the stars and moon at night. I began making more things like fixtures and I made Clarence…” she said with a unfocused gaze and slight smile.
“The name Clarence was off one of the drinks at the bar…it took awhile but I made him function as a night light and he flew around like Bebop.” She left out a shallow sigh, “I was scared a lot those days but I was proud of him…”
“So you do only make bots so people won’t get lonely?” Asked Viktor as he closed the book
“There are many reasons…I’ve made them for companionship, deliveries, rehabilitation, guidance and protection…but that’s where I failed with Clarence.”
His hand went up squeezing her shoulder, “What happened?” He asked his voice soothing. Viktor had seen her like this before she was definitely upset.
Celeste took a deep breathe in than blew out, “Clarence malfunctioned blew up and I ended up killing a innocent patron…anyway I’m working on it…and I’m going to perfect it…it’s not going to happen again.” She said the last words coming out rushed as she flipped over on her back watching the ceiling.
Viktor took a moment to ponder his next route of conversation, it was obvious she was done talking about it. He began to speak only for her to talk first, “Somedays I’m not all bubbly like you see me at the academy and I just want everyone to leave me alone…except you.” She turned her head to face him. “You can stay.”
Her voice choked, Her mouth turned up to smile but it looked sad and her chest hitched. Instead of saying anything he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. She smelled like strawberries layered in rose petals and pink sugar it was distinct the smell so alluring, Her hair wrapped up his fingers. For once he felt like he was the one taking care of her and it felt fantastic.
Viktor wanted her to be happy, He hated her being sad but being able to comfort her made him proud. He was in her bed with her something he would never imagine doing in his life. This night would remain his mind forever, more and more this feeling seemed so beautiful but yet more confusing than any equation he had ever done.
hi ^^ can i request a lil smut of viktor's first time with soft dom reader (transmasc of afab gender neutral) (vik isn't necesarrily, a virgin, just its his first time doing it with them), where vik is very insecure about his body and his disability, so the reader talks him out (idk how to say it but yk what i ean), praises nad encourages him and showers him with kisses, teeling him how proud of him they are? and maybe there's some pegging involved? and maybe the reader plays with his hair during it? then gives him the softest aftercare?
Sorry! I’m no longer doing smuts for asks, the only one I have (and am still going to complete) is from a year ago
