I just love my dog a lot, okay. I wanted to write about what his day with Viktor looks like while I'm at work
story under the page break - 3k words, no content warnings!
Five a.m. came too early. It always did. Viktor stirred as Kitty rolled out of bed with a string of curses. It was Saturday - he was off work, or he’d probably get up with her. Even on the weekends he usually made some kind of effort to wake up when her alarm blared, which wasn’t ever all that hard - sleeping had never made the list of talents he possessed. Today, though, exhaustion hung over him like a cloud. His eyes drooped again as the bedroom door closed.
Next he knew, the dog was jumping in bed with him. Kitty’s rushed tiptoeing was a mere ambiguity blending with the white noise of their bedroom fan. A door closed, opened again, a drawer was pulled out. Maybe he should get up now, but his body was so heavy… He faded out of consciousness just as her lips met his temple, mumbling affectionate words of departure.
Viktor pulled the warm body cradled into his chest closer, nuzzling his face into the pleasant familiarity of morning-time company. The sweetness he had learned to expect was gone; the full force of musk hitting him like a truck instead, and his eyes snapped open to the hairy, black deadweight that had caused his left arm to go fuzzy. “Ugh, Marc,” he groaned, recoiling in slow motion. Marcus yawned with a whine, his tail going at once. The dog craned his neck backwards, excited puppy eyes hoping and praying that Viktor was getting up. Viktor sighed, not able to help the smile from crawling across his lips. He ruffled Marcus’s soft ears and propped himself up on his pillow. “You are in desperate need of a wash,” he yawned.
The words were still coming and Viktor hadn’t rolled back over yet - Marcus leapt to his feet and sprang off the bed, his claws catching the wood with sharp tippy taps. He wagged his long, black tail, watching Viktor in bed expectantly.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Viktor groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position. He stretched, dully acknowledged the ache in his back, and fumbled for where his cane rested against the nightstand. Manageable pain this morning, it seemed. He opened the bottom drawer, eyed the brace that lay hidden there before closing it again. His back was getting better, slowly but surely. He would try without today.
Another groan lingered in the air as he wrenched himself to his feet, wiggled some feeling back into his fingers. Joyous celebration! - Marcus jumped in a circle, scratched at the bedroom door that was littered with evidence of hundreds of identical mornings. Once freed, he dashed downstairs, paws hardly even touching the steps at all. Sometimes he waited with Viktor, moving slowly from step to step with the patience of a saint. Now was not one of those times. Viktor scoffed, smiling and shaking his head as he held firmly onto the handrail and made his careful descent.
“I suppose you’ve been fed,” he murmured to himself mostly, having reached the first floor safely. Kitty was good about giving him his breakfast when she got up for work. Marcus simply stared up at him, tail wagging steadily. Food wasn’t what he wanted. Viktor slid the back door open, poked his head out into the backyard. Clear of neighbors, it would seem.
He peeked back at the stout little dog, who, in all honesty, wasn’t that little at all. Nearly seventy pounds, Marc was a big dog cursed with knocked knees and half-grown limbs. In other words, a missile when he wanted to be. Somehow, though, he always knew to be a little extra careful with his dad. Marcus had politely parked himself in his crate, drooling and panting, rearing and ready for his morning outside time. Viktor took a hefty step back, gesturing out the open door, and in that exact moment, a shadowy blur shot like a bullet past his legs and galloped out into the grass. “Take your time,” he mumbled with another yawn, and shuffled into the kitchen as the dog did his business.
One screeching kettle later, he took up the library book he was working through and a steaming cup of tea and sat at the table on their back porch. It was already starting to get hot out - the sun never really cared to wait out the morning dew down there in the South. Still, the cicadas cried, the white-winged doves croned, and a gentle breeze wafted through the grass where Marcus snuffled through last night’s scents. The sky was blue and did not yet hold any inkling that it might rain again that day. A lovely, quiet morning.
When Marcus was thoroughly satisfied with his scouting of the yard and had made his argument clear with the neighboring squirrels, he trotted happily back onto the porch and nosed Viktor's leg. Viktor creased his book half-closed, looked down at him with a raised brow. “Oh, was there something you wanted?”
Marcus licked his jaws, tapped his front feet against the tile in a way that barely contained his excitement.
“Hm, do you want…your chew?”
The magic words. Marc reared up and threw his full weight onto Viktor’s right leg, just between them too. Viktor gasped, buckled over, shooing the dog away. “God!” He wheezed, covering his sensitivities from further attack. “You’ve made your point clear.”
After a moment’s recovery, he hobbled back into the house and retrieved the bag of dental chews, still groaning quietly. Kitty may just have to come home to a changed man at this point… Blissfully unaware of his assault on his father’s manhood, Marcus sat politely, drool pooling from the corners of his mouth. It was impossible to be upset with him. Viktor shook his head and offered the treat up.
Despite his voracious greed, the treat was taken with great care. Then he turned tail, sprinting back into his crate to consume it. Viktor laughed, cinching the bag closed again. He maneuvered around the slime trail Marc had left and made a beeline back upstairs. With their morning ritual complete, he had the afternoon to work on his personal projects. He was sure to leave the door open. Those treats stood no chance against the beast, and the beast happened to have a bit of separation anxiety.
Viktor leaned back in his desk chair, his elbows popping above his head. What time was it? Close to noon, he hoped.
Yes, sure enough, there was the front door unlocking downstairs.
Marcus’s head flew up from where he lay in the bed at Viktor’s feet, and he dashed out of the room and downstairs at breakneck speeds. Viktor followed behind slowly, his pace ill-matched with the pounding of his heart. “Hello, darling!” he called, taking them one step at a time.
“Hi,” came the weary yet relieved sigh. Kitty met him halfway, wrapping her arms around him. Viktor kissed the top of her head, rubbed the damp back of her shirt. “How have you guys been?” she asked with the same note of fatigue.
“Just fine. Come, let me make you some lunch.”
He tangled his fingers with hers, feeling the heat of her palm exacerbated by the torturous sun outside, and led her back to their kitchen. She leaned against the counter as he fixed her a quick lunch, something she could eat in a few minutes so she could enjoy the rest of her break unburdened by necessity. Viktor sat on the couch with her and listened intently to today’s workplace drama, giving her his full attention.
Marcus had squished himself into her right side, somehow conforming to the narrow space between her hip and the arm of the couch as if he were more liquid than dog. Viktor humored at how he watched them eat, only half attempting to disguise his desire for a nibble.
“You’re so fat,” Kitty cooed to him. “You can’t have any of this, it’s not for dogs.” She leaned over and kissed the soft fur of his forehead, his chocolate-colored eyes closing with brief contentedness. Her face wrinkled as she pulled away. “Ugh, he stinks. I wish I had time to give him a bath while it’s warm out.”
Viktor hummed quietly in response, a plan swirling about in his mind immediately.
The end of breaktime came too soon, and inevitably work tore her away from him again. Cane blocking the crack of the door, Viktor waved to Kitty as she pulled out of the driveway. Marcus protested this with a shrill whine, a sentiment that he could not help but agree with.
The door closed, and Viktor peered down at his hairy son.
“Can’t say you’re going to like what I’m about to do.”
The hose was tangled up next to the back fence, partially hidden by a haphazard pile of brush that, presumably, the landlords had left there for them to clean up themselves. That was never going to happen. Marcus watched curiously until the head of the hose emerged, and his tail drooped.
“I am sorry, Bugs,” Viktor started, hauling himself back up onto the porch with water already spraying from the nozzle. The dog reluctantly came when he motioned for him. At least he was cooperating without a fight. Viktor unlooped the leather collar around his neck and chucked it onto the patio table. “If it’s any comfort to you, you know now how much I love your mother.”
The second the cold water hit Marcus’s fur, he snaked away. “Hey, no,” Viktor grunted, stiffly stepping after him. His cane had been abandoned against one of the chairs, out of reach. He scruffed him, tried again. Tail tucked, Marcus ran off to the edge of the porch.
“Bugs, don’t do this.” He went for his cane this time, but the movement had the beast dashing out into the yard. Viktor sighed, already projecting how this would go. He tried to follow, but for every step he took, Marcus took four. He reached one corner of the yard, and Marcus was already back at the door.
“Shit.”
Only one thing left to do.
He pulled his phone from his back pocket, dialed, and put it to his ear. The call was picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jayce already sounded like he was half-listening, the TV buzzing with commotion in the background of the call.
“I have a half loaf of banana bread left on my kitchen counter.”
“You have my attention.”
“I need a favor. Are you free?”
“For banana bread, yeah.”
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“I wasn’t expecting to have to get wet,” Jayce complained, staring at the dripping hose lying sadly on the porch with some disdain.
“I had to guarantee your participation,” Viktor said with a shrug, a smirk coiling his lips now that his back was to his friend. “At times that means neglecting to mention crucial little details.”
Jayce grunted again. Viktor turned the hose on, spraying him before he realized where it was aimed. “Oh, oops-”
“Viktor! What the f – dammit, let’s just get this over with.” Jayce irritably stripped out of his overshirt and kicked off his sneakers and socks. “I’m going to leave crumbs in your couch, you asshole.”
Jayce cooed after Marcus, who approached with a hesitant wag. Surely his beloved Jayce, the man who loved and spoiled him above all else, would not betray him—Jayce, with his pockets of delicious morsels—Jayce, who would lie on the floor with him and never cease with his pets. He crept straight into his hands and delivered himself to his captor.
“Excellent, keep him there,” Viktor said, spouting them both with the frigid hose water.
“Watch where you’re pointing that thing!”
“Calm down, just hold him.”
Viktor squirted a generous amount of coconut-scented oatmeal shampoo into his hands and knelt, working the suds into Marcus’s coat. The dog avoided his eyes, his rage at the entire world seeping out into the heat waves of the afternoon. Viktor laughed as he massaged the sweet soap behind his ears, finally meeting his eyes.
“This cannot be so bad, hm?”
Marcus licked Viktor’s chin and looked away again. Don’t speak to me, traitor.
He was doused with water again, and both Viktor and Jayce worked together to ensure every last bubble had been purged from his fur. Then, Viktor threw a well-used towel over him and tousled him dry. Jayce slid the back door open, and Marcus bolted back into the house without so much as a glance behind. Viktor looked down at his hands and grimaced. They were covered in sticky black hairs that refused to budge no matter how he shook them.
Jayce wiped his own hands against his cargo shorts. “Okay, I did your dirty work. Where’s my compensation?”
Viktor beckoned him into the kitchen and closed the door behind them. “Wash your hands first.”
Glorious banana bread was delivered. As an apology, Viktor switched the World Cup on for Jayce and gave him a clean towel. The favor was quickly forgotten, distracted by the excitement of the game. Marcus scrutinized the two cheering from the couch. He wanted a treat too, but not from Jayce the betrayer.
He got up from where he sulked in his crate and raked his long body against the couch, snorting and waving around to get the horrid scent of coconut and lime away from him. Not to mention, it brought him ever closer to the coveted banana bread.
“Look at him,” Jayce laughed. “You’re so ridiculous, bud.” He held a hand out, and Marcus dismissed all previous crimes against him for a good scratch on the butt.
After the game, and a few hours into Viktor displaying the project he was currently pouring his life into to Jayce, the house emptied once more. It was almost five in the evening - time had certainly flown. Kitty would be home before long, but there was still so much he needed to do.
Viktor opened the entrance closet and pulled out Marcus’s harness. “Fancy a walk?”
The response was an excited wiggle, claws tapping impatiently. The harness only ever meant leaving out the forbidden front door. Viktor chuckled, sliding it over the dog’s broad chest. “You have to promise not to pull me down.”
There would be no promises.
Marcus was so much nicer to Viktor on walks than he was to his mom. He didn’t pull, growled at passersby less. They couldn’t make much sense of it, but Viktor didn’t mind. It was good exercise, and the neighborhood was pretty, green, and most of all, quiet.
It was still hot, sitting firmly in the low 90s. It was actually a merciful day, if that could be believed. The graying clouds provided some solace from the heat, and he made sure that Marcus stayed in the grass as much as he could. They crossed a little red bridge as the birds above cawed at their intrusion. Marc peered over the edge with its peeling paint, and he perked his ears as the stream gurgled below.
Viktor pulled out his phone and took a video, zooming in on the wrinkles on the dog’s forehead. Marcus, suddenly aware that he was being perceived, yanked around, knocking his big head into the slat above him. Viktor barked out a laugh, pleased to have caught it on camera.
The phone was shoved away into his back pocket so he could rub Marcus’s noggin. “You are a funny boy, aren’t you? Never looking before you leap.”
They took the short way back home, Viktor’s back beginning to twinge not long into their venture. He swore up and down that the heat made his symptoms worse than they usually were. It was starting to sprinkle, anyhow. The A/C was like a kiss from a lover as soon as they made it back home, both man and beast deflating with relief as the cold air hit them. Marcus collapsed onto the cool wooden floor, and Viktor moved to fill up his water bowl before fleeing upstairs for the relief of his back brace.
He inched a return to the ground floor and groaned as he lowered himself to his knees, lying on the ground next to Marc. He had the right idea - the floor felt fantastic. He half-heartedly scratched his dog’s ruff. “I don’t suppose you want to eat after all of that?”
Marcus side-eyed him hard. Eat, he said? Well, it was always a good time to eat. Viktor’s stomach seemed to agree.
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Dinner was cooking when Kitty came back home that night. The whole house smelled of shellfish and white sauce. She slumped forward, half with relief and half with exhaustion. Viktor rubbed her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Hello, darling. Someone is very excited to see you.”
“He looks happy,” she remarked, smiling down at her child, who was all lolling tongue and toothy grins himself.
“Yes, we went on a walk. He got a bath today, too.”
Kitty turned to him, amazed. “You gave him a bath?”
Viktor smiled warmly, pleased to have successfully surprised her. “Of course. You mentioned that he needed it. I may or may not have roped Jayce into helping me.”
“Oh, that’s where the banana bread went.”
“...Yes. It’s gone.”
She burst out laughing and hugged him hard. Happiness bloomed from his chest, threatening to crack open his ribs. He closed his eyes and leaned into her neck. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too,” she mumbled back. Her fingers were playing with the back of his shirt, and he was suddenly the happiest man alive all over again. “I’m always so happy to be home with my boys. Thank you for giving him a bath, you didn’t have to do that.”
Viktor pulled away only to fix her a bowl. “Of course I did. He’s our child after all, isn’t he?”
She stole a kiss before accepting the bowl. “He is. I’m just glad he has such a good dad.”
I have been obsessed with this game and it hasn't even come out yet.
Fic is after the page break!
Words cannot express how happy it makes me to see myself interacting with Viktor! I need the full version to come out NOW.
Jayce became my third mii, so the trio is back together again. I refuse to finish the demo until just before the full release.
Viktor and Jayce spend a lot of time being dumb together (the most canon thing ever), and Jayce is also obsessed with this tissue box I gave him?
Anyway, I wrote a short fic inspired by this. Working on short, fluffy fics in between writing my main story has been really fun!
They're also posted on ao3! I'll insert a link here eventually. Here are a few more screencaps of mii and Vik, because we're so cute.
I sit on the couch, switch in hand. I'm engrossed in my game, unable to think about or do anything else. Tomodachi Life is a recent discovery for me, but the hyperfixation has already consumed my entire life.
Distantly, I hear something past the goofy intonation of text-to-speech garble. The whine of a boiling kettle. Underneath the unearthly scream of impending tea is a familiar pattern of uneven thumps - right foot and cane, left foot. The pause between right and left is a little off. A long time ago when I was bored, I counted the seconds between footfalls over and over again. I can tell you the exact time it takes, on average, for him to hit the floor going from good leg to bad.
In ideal conditions, anyway. Sometimes his gait is far more labored, and sometimes I am too distracted to recall. These two things never correspond. Fortunately, today is a day that I am afforded to forget.
Behind me, I can hear him humming. It cuts through the fixation, but just barely. I don't look up from the screen.
Suddenly, he laughs, short and barking, from behind me. A steaming cup of tea breaches my peripherals, served in a floral yellow and green mug. I set my switch down long enough to take it and place it on the nearest coaster.
"Is that me?" He asks, amused.
The camera is focused on his mii, who's dancing with my own. My lips twitch, but I don't look back at him.
"Yup."
"Christ, you've made me look gaunt."
"You don't look gaunt," I reply, fully grinning down at the screen now. I notice his reflection watching me from over my shoulder. "You just have a narrow face."
"Ah, and that's you. Is there any particular reason we're dancing in the middle of the street?"
I feel his weight lean on the backrest, the heat of his mug warming my ear. Flowers are spawning over top of our miis' heads.
"Because we're good friends, see?" I point to our relationship status in the top left-hand corner. Viktor scoffs.
"Only friends? This isn't a life simulator?"
I finally crane my neck to meet an upside down view of him. His pretty eyes are sparkling, the corner of his mouth cocked. Butterflies start faintly in my stomach. We've been together a year, but I can't help it.
"I'm trying to make them fall in love. It's so hard. You have to, like... make them accidentally walk into each other at an angle. I don't know, it's dumb."
"Mm, if I recall correctly, that is essentially how I fell for you." He grins, his eyes crinkling. I laugh - he's right.
His calloused fingers trail over my jaw and up my cheekbone. "You should drink that tea before it gets cold. I'm guessing that you haven't moved from that spot in some time," he says. His touch has traveled up into my hairline, gently tugging at the strands to tease.
"You should watch me play," I say back without missing a beat. Let me info-dump to you. I am already plotting to steal his switch to play again on the off chance he refuses. He won't, though. There is always time and patience for me - he is rich with it.
"Alright, alright." He thumps around the couch and sits snugly beside me, hip pressed to hip. His cane comes to lie slanted against the coffee table before us.
Viktor laughs and points at another mii coming in from the corner of the screen. "Is that Jayce?"
Not to pat myself on the back, but it looks just like him. Jayce's mii takes a seat on the grass with his knees to his chest, staring at a tissue box before him. There's not a single thought going on in that big head.
"He's obsessed with that stupid tissue box I gave him," I giggle, panning the camera over to focus on him. "At first he hated it, and now it's all he can talk about."
"I have to show him," Viktor chuckles, and pulls out his phone. I tear myself away from the game long enough to watch him send a picture of my Jayce mii to its real-life counterpart.
"Oh my god," I laugh again, only a little embarrassed.
It's not long before his phone vibrates and we look at the text together. Jayce has replied - WTF is that me????
Another round of delighted laughter fills our living room, and Viktor grins fiendishly. "It seems you've done a good job," he snorts. I can't stop myself. It's not even that funny, but I'm losing it. I lean against him, cackling so hard that my switch slips from my lap onto the cushions.
I snort, and he breaks. Little bouts of laughter slip through his lips. His shoulders shaking, he presses a breathy kiss to my temple before reaching across my lap for the switch.
Between wheezes, he says, "Drink - drink your tea! Hydrate, damn you." He takes my cup up and tries to feed the now-cool drink to me, but it mostly dribbles down my chin. He snickers, and only just manages to not drop it as we lose it again.
I try to pull myself together, wiping my eyes. I stay leaned into him, a giggle bubbling back up every so often. "I'll drink it, promise. I'll do it right now if you go grab your switch? We can play together."
The trap is set...
"I suspected it would come to this. Alright, just this once."
... And sprung.
He says that every single time I ask him to get a game with me. Without fail, he always relents to the next game I beg him to play with me, too. Viktor pulls himself up with a quiet groan. God knows where his switch is, the device has been neglected for so long. Nothing has captivated me this much since Hello Kitty Island Adventure.
Just as he stands, our miis bump into each other. What's up with Kitty? A big, excited grin makes its way onto my face, and suddenly I feel his hand on top of my head.
Viktor's mii is a blushing mess as my mii helps him to his feet. The real Viktor makes a soft hum as he watches the exchange. "I told you. Just like real life."
Here is my complete set of Viktor Goodnight Babies from Noble Demons - astral Viktor and herald Viktor came just in time for our one year anniversary 💗
We didn't do much today, but I did bake a cake and we went on a lovely little walk. Quiet and simple, just as he likes.
The past year with Viktor has been absolutely incredible. He's helped me cope with a lot, and given me back my creative spark. I love my scientist man to bits and pieces 💕 Here's to another year.
Hi there, and welcome to my silly little yume blog. I'm redoing my intro, so apologies if you'd already seen the old one! Art above was done by my brother, @/ruleroftheratempire on ig.
My name is Kitty, and I'm in a relationship with Viktor from Arcane. I primarily see myself with him as he is in season one act one, because we're the same age, but I love him in any form, including any LoL skins, AU variations, and his later appearances in the Arcane series. I am non-sharing with him, because I legitimately see him as my boyfriend, my husband, and my partner. I say 'yumeship' to simplify things, but it genuinely feels deeper than that. He's a great character, and I get people love him too, but I do block others who yume with him. No hard feelings, it's just for my own comfort. I ask that doubles please don't interact. Also DNI pro-shippers, please.
We've been in a relationship coming up one year now on 28 March! I remember loving him as soon as I watched Arcane for the first time, but it didn't occur to me that I wanted to be with him until much later, after the second season ended. I don't actually have an exact date of when I considered him mine, but 28 March was when I first mentioned him in my diary, so that's the date that stuck.
About me!
Like I said, my name is Kitty :) My pronouns are she/her and I'm currently 25. I have C-PTSD, OCD, and I am also autistic. My relationship with Viktor helps a lot with these things.
I have also always seen myself as nonhuman. This is likely because I am neurodivergent, but it also feels vaguely spiritual to me, despite not being a spiritual person. I consider myself to be a changeling - a faerie who has replaced a human as an infant. I won't go into the lore here, but I recommend reading into it because it is interesting! I specifically see myself as a púca changeling, a type of faerie that can shapeshift into animals. As such, I usually depict myself with some kind of animal features to reflect this. I was apart of the therian community as a teenager, but left several years ago. Please refer to me as fae or as a changeling, not therian or kin!
Here are some of my interests:
♡ kawaii culture - including j-fashion, oshikatsu, and being sweet and pastel! I'm a huge fan of Rilakkuma, Cinnamoroll, Pokemon, and various animanga series. (I'm actually in Tokyo as I write this!)
♡ cottagecore, academia, coquette, & weird girl aesthetics - when I'm not dressed in all pink, I wear more of this kind of look! I identify heavily with the soft girl life.
♡ alternative ideals - I was raised by a punk dad, so alt fashion, music, and counterculture have always had a huge influence on me. Sometimes I dress the part too. If you haven't been able to tell yet, expressing myself is important to me!!
♡ science - I am a woman in STEM (part of why I'm perfect for Viktor!) and I love working with animals. It truly gives me purpose. I'm trying to get into grad school currently.
♡ the arts - I love to write, read, and draw! My art isn't the best, but it's the act of creating that's important, after all. I write all the time and will post my work here and on AO3. I'm trying to get back into drawing after a several year depression spiral, so I won't post much of my work.
♡ gaming - Specifically fantasy and RPGs! I'm obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3 (and have a personal DnD inspired AU for Viktor too, hehe). I also love The Last Guardian, Animal Crossing, Pokemon, Monster Hunter, and so many more.
About us!!
I'll write about my personal headcanons in a separate post, but in the meantime, here are some things about me and Viktor.
♡ Lots of quality time! We can often be found near each other or touching in some capacity even if we're not engaging in the same activity. We read together a lot.
♡ I call him Vik, along with the more common pet names of love, babe, honey, etc. In addition to these, he also calls me kočička and lásko.
♡ our current relationship is considered post-canon to arcane
♡ I have a Viktor plushie that I take everywhere! He's called Tiny Vik, or Itty-Bitty Vik. I have two more on the way (his astral self version and machine herald version). I also collect Viktor merch and have a shrine of sorts.
♡ I steal his clothes often. I have bought clothes that look like his to wear and feel closer to him. It helps that we both like academia fashion. I also own his cologne and wear it from time to time. He adores it.
♡ Colors I associate with him are dark shades of purple, blue, green, and sometimes red. My own colors are baby pink, green (both pastel and darker shades), white, baby blue, and brown.
♡ We share the love language of quality time, and that's definitely Viktor's biggest way of showing love. Mine lean more towards physical touch and words of affirmation, things he makes sure he does for me plenty.
Long ass text post! Thank you for reading all the way if you have. I'm not expecting this blog to gain a lot of traction, but that's not why I'm doing this either. I just want to ramble in my own quiet corner of the internet and support others' yumes :)
