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Viktor x pre-op!transmasc!reader
small synopsis: Valentine’s Day was a tradition in Piltover- not Zaun. Viktor never quite acclimated to the holiday.. until he had a reason to.
Viktor never considered himself lucky. Whether that be in life or in love- it never struck him as something he was blessed with. Everything he valued in himself, he felt he earned. He pushed himself to learn, and he worked himself to the bone to gain any sort of status in the scientific community. Nothing was gifted to him- that was something he had accepted early on. He just wasn’t worthy of things being easy. Well- he believed that for a long time. Until you showed up.
When Jayce informed Viktor that there would be a new assistant joining their team, he thought nothing of it. If you were anything like the others you would stay in the background and keep to yourself, only stepping forward when asked. But you were something different entirely. You were like Jayce in a way- charming and unafraid to be yourself. But there was no arrogance from what he could see, just a kind demeanor with a sweet temperament. Often Jayce would flash his dashing debonair smile to get what he wanted from potential investors or politicians. That was where the two of you differed- your smile was never faked, or simply put up for your own gain. It seemed to be practically glued to your face.
He couldn’t stand it at first. That sweet grin and soft chuckle you’d supply at every waking moment- how could he not hate it? He didn’t have anything to be that happy about- that content with. He often imagined what kind of person you were when you were all alone. Did the smile remain? Or were you more like Jayce than he thought? It annoyed him- how often his thoughts were consumed by you, his new assistant. Your purpose was to help him, yet you felt like nothing but a distraction. He worked slower when you were in his presence, errors ever more common when you were in his line of sight.
No amount of glares and sharp snaps of his tone sent you scurrying away. If anything you seemed amused by it all. Like you could see through his tough act- or maybe you even liked how he treated you. Surely a sweet thing like yourself knew you deserved better than working under him? He was never outright rude, but he wasn’t exactly a warm welcome whenever you walked into the lab. The longer you stayed, the more bold you became. You learned to combat his grumpiness with your quick wittedness.. something he never thought he’d find so attractive. On paper, someone who replied to him in a playful manner made him cringe. Yet.. when you did it? He could feel something stir in his chest.
He dreaded Valentine’s Day. Arguably more than any other holiday. It was a holiday that came around every year, just to remind him of his loneliness. He had no issues with being single- more so the fact that it wasn’t by choice. He wasn’t any standard of beauty, and having a bad leg certainly didn’t help anything. He was smart, yes, but charming? Nothing like his partner. He had no life outside of his work and his profession, where he was constantly overshadowed by Jayce. Was there truly any point in trying to shine when there were brighter stars so close?
As much as he tried to ignore the holiday as a whole, it was difficult with the parties, chocolates, love notes- it was everywhere. Haunting him like a ghost with a personal vendetta. This one day in particular made him wonder if he could’ve avoided it all by staying in the Undercity, having never crawled up from the gutters and making a name for himself. One silly holiday had a hold on him like no other.
Imagine his surprise when he arrived at the lab to find an envelope on his desk. He set his cane aside, leaning over the desk and picking it up. When he read the front, his eyes widened and for a moment his brain froze. It had his name written on it, with a few hearts scribbled on the blank space. He hesitantly turned it over, opening the envelope and pulling out a piece of paper. His eyes scanned over the words, a pit forming in his stomach. A love letter. To him, of all people.
‘Dear Viktor,
I know this probably seems silly. It feels silly writing it. Well, more than that. I feel idiotic for confessing my feelings to you like a teenager. It’s hard to put into words how you make me feel. My day gets brighter when I have the opportunity to see you. And my nights are darker, knowing you’re probably in the lab, working yourself half to death. I know you’re a logical man, Viktor. So let me put this as logically as I can. Your presence makes my chest ache, my mind race, and my thoughts drift. You do something irreparable to me. It feels significant enough that you deserve to know. My perception of you should cause you no concern, but you reserve the right to understand how I view you. Forgive me for being so blunt. I look forward to seeing you at the party tonight. If you choose not to attend, I will have my response, clear as day.
With love, your secret admirer.’
He could hardly breathe. A secret admirer? At least his ‘secret admirer’ was self aware enough to understand how silly this was. He felt like he was a teenager again with the way his heart was racing at the thought of someone having a crush on him. Maybe it was just a joke.. one meant to get his hopes up. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened in his lifetime. Well, whatever it was, it was a problem. And an even bigger problem? The fact that he hoped it was you. Perhaps, just this once, lady luck placed a bet on him.
You didn’t know what you were thinking when you wrote that note. You knew Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, and Viktor didn’t seem to have anyone in his life.. it seemed like you had a fair chance. But ever since you’d dropped that note off, your heart was in your stomach. He was a genius for Christ’s sake. What would he ever want to do with you? Well, it was too late now. You already left the note on his desk, and all you could do was go to that party. As much as you wanted to back out, imagine how disappointed he might be if no one approached him? If he thought it was some mean joke?
And if he didn’t go to the party, you’d have some kind of indication if he could even be remotely interested. If he showed up, at least there was some kind of chance, right? You knew he didn’t like the parties Jayce asked him to attend every so often, so surely he wouldn’t go unless he was interested. And if he wasn’t there.. he never knew it was you. You could go back to your normal work relationship with him none the wiser. It was simple. (It was anything but simple.)
Standing alone at a party was a special kind of awkward. One he had become quite accustomed to. It was the same tonight like every other, standing in a corner and watching the crowd while sipping on a drink. He had been here for almost an hour, with no sign of anyone approaching. He couldn’t help but frown, wondering if he should’ve stayed in the comfort of his room. At least there he didn’t have to feel eyes on him everywhere he went.
After a small while, he glanced to his right and saw you approaching him. Maybe you were just coming to say hello. It didn’t.. it didn’t have to mean anything.
“Enjoying the party?” You smiled as you stood next to him, your eyes downcast.
A sigh left him, and he shifted his cane into his other hand. He had waited long enough, and so far you seemed like the only possibility. He wasn’t one to let things lie. “You’re quite the little writer.” He says dryly. “‘I do something irreparable to you’, hm? Tell me more about that, won’t you?”
Your smile fades and you cross your arms over your chest, looking out into the crowd. “I didn’t think you’d come.” You murmur.
“That is not what I asked.”
Letting out a faint breath, you turn towards one of the entryways out onto the balconies. “Maybe we should talk out here.” You said quietly.
“Perhaps a bit of privacy is needed, yes.” He replies, setting his drink aside as you did the same.
When the two of you are out on the empty balcony, you close the doors to give you a bit of privacy. Walking over to the balcony, you rest your arms on the stone railing.
“I didn’t think you had a Valentine.” You said faintly.
Hearing the click of his cane, he walked up next to you and mirrored your movements.
“I don’t.”
Glancing up at him, you take in his form. As beautiful as he was while invested in his work, he was remarkable outside of the lab, his pale skin practically shimmering in the moonlight.
“Yeah.” You murmur. “Me either.”
After a few quiet moments, he spoke again.
“That was quite childish.” He spoke softly. “A love letter? Signing it as my ‘secret admirer’?” He smirked.
A small smile formed on your lips, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I wasn’t going to tell you in person, that’s for sure. You might’ve hit me with your cane.”
“And who says I won’t?” He chuckles quietly. “It was a silly stunt to pull. But I can admit, it is a very.. you thing to do.”
Shaking your head with amusement, you turn towards him. “You came to the party. You must at least be a little interested.”
He glances down at you, his smile gone. “Interested isn’t the right word.”
Your smile fades as well, and you look downcast. “You came to tell me you weren’t looking for a relationship, is that it?”
After a few moments of silence, you feel the cold metal handle of his cane on your chin. You flinch slightly, but your face is being guided up, your eyes meeting his own.
“Intrigued. I was intrigued.” He says faintly. “I had a fair guess that it was you.. if it was, I felt it was necessary to share my sentiment.” He speaks as he pulls an envelope out of his pocket. Handing it to you, you take it and read the front. It has your name, and a singular, small heart next to it. “Read this. I’ve had enough of the party.. but if you should need me, you are welcome to the lab.”
As he turns to leave, you can’t help but reach out, grabbing his arm. “Wait- wait” you say quickly. “This- this was meant to be romantic.. not just us flirting in the lab like every other day. Surely you want something more? Right?” You ask softly, your eyes pleading.
Before you can say anything else, you feel yourself being pulled towards the wall, Viktor yanking on your arm and pushing you towards the wall. You huff when your back hits the stone, realizing the nook you were in kept you hidden from any view through the balcony doors. Your head lands against the vines growing up the wall, and when you look up you see Viktor leaning over you.
“You can be remarkably dull when you want to be.” He says dryly, his hand reaching up above your head, picking a red rose off of one of the vines. “It wasn’t my preference to do this here..” he mutters, sticking the rose in your front jacket pocket. “But since you insist.”
Without another word, his lips are on yours. Your eyes widen, your body freezing under his touch. You feel his hand slip up into your hair, pulling you towards him as he kisses you. He wasn’t sure where this burst of confidence came from- but something about you gazing up at him.. it drove him mad. He had hoped you would read the note, sitting in stunned silence as he walked back to the lab, making preparations to have his way with you there. But no, you had to throw his plans to the wind, just like you always did.
As soon as your brain registers his actions, you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to cup his face. After a moment you pull his face away, looking up at him with confusion. “Viktor..” you whisper softly. “I didn’t think-“
He cuts you off, leaning down to press small kisses along your neck. “That is so often your problem.” He groans as his hand slips down to cup your chest. “You do not think.”
Letting out a weak gasp, you squirm under his touch, cupping his chin and pulling him away from you again. “You really want this?” You ask softly as you gaze up at him.
With a sigh, he reaches into your pocket where you had stuffed his letter, opening it and reading it. “‘You never fail to surprise me. Allow me to surprise you for once. Come to the lab. You will not be disappointed.’” He reads from the paper. “If you had had a little patience, assistant.” He muses. “Perhaps you would be comfortably resting on my desk while I tended to your every whim.”
Your mouth falls open, the look making him chuckle quietly. Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours once more before pulling away, grabbing his cane and stepping back. “Viktor-“ you start to say, but he holds his hand up, silencing you.
“You will come to the lab. As much as I would like to do as I please with you here.. I’d rather we keep our affairs as our own, yes?” He smirks before walking towards the doors, opening them and disappearing into the crowd.
I’m sorry this is so short😭 it was definitely a last minute writing. But I hope you all had a nice Valentine’s Day!!
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