Summary:
In Viktor's workshop, a dangerous chemistry sparks between him and a bold, unpredictable visitor. What starts as a playful distraction soon escalates into an intense, passionate encounter. But just as things reach their peak, an unwelcome interruption forces both to confront their emotions and the tension thatâs been building between them.
Characters:
Viktor: A brilliant and composed scientist, torn between his professional life and his growing attraction to the reader.
Reader: Bold, mischievous, and a little wild, the reader is unafraid to challenge Viktorâs calm exterior. Their unpredictable nature brings chaos and passion into his life.
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The dim workshop buzzed with the sound of grinding metal and crackling electricity, Viktor's meticulous hands moving over a set of schematics spread across his cluttered desk. His golden eyes, sharp with focus, barely acknowledged your presence as you leaned against the doorway, watching him with a sly smile.
It wasn't the first time you'd crept into his space unannounced. Viktor tolerated it, even when your antics bordered on disruptive. Tonight, though, there was something in your gaze- something electric, like the sparks leaping from his machines.
"You've been at this for hours," you said, your voice sing-song as you pushed off the doorframe and sauntered closer. "Do you ever take a break, or do I need to force you?"
Viktor didn't look up. "Progress does not wait for comfort," he replied, his tone distracted but gentle. "And I thought you preferred chaos, not productivity."
"Oh, I do," you replied, sliding onto the edge of his desk. You reached out plucking a wrench from his hand and twirling it idly. "But I prefer you even more. "
That got his attention. Viktor finally glanced up, his expression somewhere between bemused and exasperated "You're impossible," he murmured though there was a hint of warmth in his voice
"And you're irresistible," you countered, leaning forward just enough for him to notice. The gleam in your eyes was unrestrained, a flicker of something wild that Viktor found both unnerving and captivating. "Don't you think it's unfair to keep me waiting?"
"For what, exactly?" he asked, his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk. He knew you too well by now to be entirely surprised.
"For this," you said, and before he could protest, you grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him forward
The kiss was sudden, forceful, and completely unrelenting. For a moment, Viktor froze, caught between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable heat radiating from you. Then, tentatively, his hands found your waist steadying you as he leaned into the kiss.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp against your lips. Viktor's usual restraint faltered, his sharp mind clouded by the sheer intensity of you. He broke away briefly, his breathing ragged as his golden eyes searched yours
"You are... relentless," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "And entirely too distracting."
"Good," you said with a grin, sliding into his lap and straddling him without hesitation. "Because I'm not done yet."
This time, Viktor didn't resist. His hands tightened on your hips as you captured his lips again, softer this time but no less intoxicating. The air around you felt electric, charged with a heat that rivaled the energy of his machines. His lips moved against yours with growing confidence, and when you nipped at his bottom lip, he groaned softly, sending a thrill down your spine.
"You're not as proper as you pretend to be," you teased between kisses, your voice breathless. "I like it.
And you," Viktor murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, "are far more dangerous than any experiment I've ever conducted."
You laughed, a wild and reckless sound, before pulling him back into another searing kiss. For once, the meticulous scientist let himself be consumed, his mind silenced by the chaotic, overwhelming presence of you.
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The room felt hotter, the air charged with the intensity of your shared hunger. Viktor's hands, usually so precise and measured, roamed your body with growing urgency. His lips pressed against your neck, trailing heated kisses down to your collarbone the scrape of his teeth sending shivers through you.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as your breath came faster. "Viktor," you murmured, your voice trembling with desire. "I don't want you to hold back."
His golden eyes flicked up to yours, dark with longing. For a moment, he hesitated, his grip on your waist tightening as if anchoring himself. "Are you certain?" he asked softly, his voice thick, trembling with both restraint and want.
You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone as your lips hovered over his. "I've never been more certain of anything.
That was all he needed. He surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your back with a reverence that made you ache. You gasped at the contact, pressing closer to him, desperate for more.
His lips left yours, trailing down the curve of your throat as his hands explored every inch of you, memorizing the shape of your body. The way he touched you was intoxicating-both tender and possessive, as though he couldn't get enough. When his lips reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a soft moan, the sound spurring him on.
You tugged at his shirt, your fingers fumbling in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. He chuckled lowly the sound vibrating against your throat as he helped you pull the fabric over his head. Your hands roamed his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and the faint scars that marked his skin. He shuddered under your touch, his breath hitching as your lips followed the path your fingers had taken.
"Do you always have to be so distracting?" he murmured, though the teasing note in his voice was laced with a raw edge. His hands moved to your thighs, pulling you closer until you were straddling him completely.
You grinned, your hands threading through his hair as you whispered "Only for you."
He pulled you down into another kiss this one deeper, slower, as if savoring every moment. The world outside the workshop ceased to exist; there was only the heat of his body against yours the sound of your breaths mingling, and the undeniable pull between you.
When his hands slipped lower, gripping your hips and guiding you against him you couldn't hold back the soft gasp that escaped your lips. Viktor groaned in response, his control unraveling further with every movement. The intensity in his eyes was enough to steal your breath, his usual guarded expression replaced by something raw and vulnerable.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice hoarse but full of care, his forehead resting against yours.
"It won't be," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. "| trust you, Viktor."
For a moment, he froze, his gaze softening as he studied your face. Then he smiled-a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.
'Then let me show you how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.
And as he pulled you closer, his touch and his kisses saying everything words couldn't, you knew this was a moment you would never forget
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The door slammed open with such force that you both froze mid-movement. Jayceâs voice rang out, filled with urgency, yet faltering when his eyes landed on the scene before him. His gaze flicked from Viktorâs hands on your waist to the intensity between the two of you, his face blanching in shock.
"Viktor!" Jayce blurted, his voice filled with confusion and disbelief. "We need toâ"
Jayce trailed off when he fully took in the situation. You and Viktor, so close, so entangled that it was impossible to ignore the tension, the heat in the room. Jayce stood frozen, his eyes wide and confused, his hand still gripping the doorframe as if he was unsure if he should step in or run.
Viktor, ever the composed one, was the first to break the silence, his voice tight but trying to maintain his usual calm. âJayce, this is not a good time.â
Jayce blinked a few times, his face flushing as he tried to recover from the shock. âI⊠I can see that,â he mumbled, his voice awkward as he stepped back. âIâll just⊠come back later, Iâuh, didnât mean to interrupt.â
But you couldnât help yourself. You glanced over at Jayce, a wicked grin playing on your lips. âYou sure you donât want to stay and watch?â you teased, your voice dripping with mischief, clearly enjoying the discomfort youâd caused.
Jayceâs face went bright red, his hands fumbling at his side as he stammered out, âNo! No, Iâno! Iâll go now, Iâll go now.â Without another word, he practically sprinted out of the room, muttering to himself.
Viktor, ever the perfectionist, ran a hand through his hair, visibly irritated. He let out a sharp sigh, straightening himself as he tried to refocus. âOf course Jayce would have the worst timing.â
You chuckled softly, a teasing glint in your eyes as you leaned in closer to Viktor, your lips grazing his jaw. âWell, that was certainly an interesting interruption.â
Viktor smirked, but there was a flicker of frustration in his gaze. âThis could have been⊠different,â he said, pulling back slightly. âWe were so close.â
You met his gaze, a hint of mischief still in your eyes, but something else flickered behind your playful expression. You sighed, pushing yourself up from the desk, your fingers lingering on the edge as you met his eyes one last time.
âMaybe next time,â you said, your tone more serious than before. You took a step back, your smile slipping just slightly as you turned toward the door.
Viktorâs brow furrowed, his frustration turning into concern. âWait⊠where are you going?â
You hesitated at the door, your hand on the handle. For a moment, it felt like the air between you both had shifted. Your heart pounded, your emotions a whirlwind of tension and uncertainty.
âI donât know, Viktor,â you said quietly, not meeting his gaze. âMaybe I need to think. Maybe you need to, too.â Your voice softened, the words carrying a weight that had nothing to do with the physical distance between you. âIâll leave you to your work.â
You turned, your fingers brushing the doorframe one last time before you stepped out of the room, the door closing softly behind you.
Inside, Viktor stood still for a long moment, staring at the spot where you had just been. His breath was still heavy, his mind racing, and despite the situation, a part of him felt that familiar longing to pull you back. But deep down, he knew the path forward wasnât as simple as desire.
The room felt emptier now, the silence louder than before. He couldn't help but wonder if he had just missed somethingâsomething important.
But for now, the distance between you remained, unanswered, and Viktor was left to navigate the silence.
request: [modern au] headcannons for childhood friends to loversÂ
pairing: viktor x gn!reader
tags: nothing bad, very sfw, fluffy
notes: ill be so for real with you i feel like i'm very weak at doing headcannons ;-; but i tried. i hope this is what you were looking for anon <3
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Youâd known Viktor for as long as you could remember, his house across the street from yours. As a curious kid, youâd often linger while he tinkered with small projects, asking questions. Your friendship really solidified one summer when your bike broke, and Viktor fixed it with surprising enthusiasm. To repay him, you let him ride on the handlebars while you scooted him around the neighborhood.
He's absolutely critiquing your work before the teachers even get their hands on it. Sitting beside you at your desk clump, thick eyebrows pulled together and scribbling little â???â or just straight up ânoâ in the margins of your handwriting. You always glare at him but you're secretly grateful.Â
He's observant, if you were hungry or tired he would wordlessly slide snacks onto your desk. He's not the best with social queues, but he knows when you're upset and he'll hover around you awkwardly until he blurts some random fact or sarcastic comment meant to distract you.
He's easily jealous, but in the way that he gets pouty, throwing himself into projects and denying anything is even wrong.
Definitely getting into squabbles all the time bickering like an old married couple
He's always gave you something handmade for your birthday. You still have it all. He's not big on his own birthdays but you always bring him a homemade cupcake.
This is not an original thought but he's definitely a gossip, ESPECIALLY as you grow into teen-hood. Not outwardly, but still he would unleash all his unfiltered opinions onto you, and his face definitely gives him away when he's silently judging someone. Mans got a wicked side eye.
Viktor had taken over his parentsâ garage as his workshop, and it quickly became your second home. Most of your free time was spent perched on a stool, watching him work or pestering him with questions. You fell asleep there so often that he eventually squeezed a secondhand couch into the tiny space, insisting you needed somewhere more comfortable to crash.
You're each other's first kiss, but it doesn't happen until senior year. You're in his garage, complaining about never having kissed someone and he's like alright so let's kiss??? Things spiral from there.
âI mean, what kind of tragic story is that?â you grumble, tossing a pillow at him. âEighteen and never kissed anyone. Iâll be the cautionary tale for future students.âÂ
Viktor chuckles softly but doesnât look up from his work. âI donât see what the rush is. Itâs not as if it matters.â
âIt matters to me,â you insist, sitting up. âDonât you want to at least know what itâs like?â
He stared at you for a moment, then let out a sigh, setting his tools aside. âAlright, then.â
You blinked at him, confused. âAlright what?â
He stepped closer, hands slipping into his pockets as he looked down at you. âLetâs kiss.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âWhat?!â
âYouâre complaining about it, so, we kiss, you stop worrying about it, and we both move on. Simple.â His voice was steady, but the faint pink rising to his cheeks betrayed him.
âYouâre serious?â you asked, sitting up straighter.
âUnless youâre too scared.â
That did it. âIâm not scared,â you snapped, standing to face him.
âGood,â he murmured, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath against your lips. âThen stop talking.â
Before you could come up with a retort, his lips pressed against yours, soft and careful. It was brief but left you reeling, your heart pounding as he pulled back.
âWell?â he asked, tilting his head. âThat should suffice, no?â
You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. âYeah⊠yeah, I guess itâll do.â
He smirked, turning back to his workbench, though the tips of his ears were unmistakably red. âYouâre welcome.â
It was just a kiss, you told yourself. But as you sat back down, touching your lips absentmindedly, you couldnât help but wonder why your heart was still racing.
Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore. (nsfw in parts)
(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot.)
*slightly implied NSFW- very brief *
Word count: 5,089
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Bags were packed for a weekend trip you were dreading. Not that it was getting in the way of work, nor was it a trip of severe inconvenience. It was a stressful venture; you would rather trek alone instead of having to bring Viktor in hopes of shielding him from what may come.
     Your parents were in town again and had asked you and Viktor to stay at the family estate that weekend for a friendly visit. Of course you wanted to prevent ruffled feathers after the last time you were all together, so you obliged after discussing it extensively with Viktor in private. Feeling out his nerves with every shift of his eyes or fidgeting of his hands in yours.Â
     âItâs not too late to back out,â you finished checking the rooms, ensuring everything was tidy for your return, âwe can bow out after the theater.â
     Many outs were given to Viktor, but he was adamant on going along with your parentsâ request in hopes that they would warm up to him in the future. He insisted once more that there was no issue and he was looking forward to seeing your childhood home. That prospect alone made you almost as anxious as having him around your parents.Â
     Entresol was far from the lavish lifestyle you were brought up in. The fissures were toxic, a hazard to raise a child in, and most people were never given a choice about living there. You wondered what he would think of your wastefully large home and how stifling it was. Surely after all of those years together, he would know you were far removed from the mindset of your parents and the estate should not reflect who you had become away at the academy.
     A car was waiting for you on the edge of campus which you did not request, only accepting your motherâs offer to have a driver sent as opposed to leaving an hour early to walk. Pistons fired as the vehicle bumbled down the lane on the way to the theater after your bags were loaded into the back seat by the driver. All of the pampering felt widely unnecessary.
     The crowds were large and the driver dropped you off at the front steps to the theater which was in a thrall over the spring program. Usually the Winterfest was the highlight of the year for the theater, but, from what you remembered growing up, spring concerts could attract a healthy sum of people on opening night. Obviously your parents wanted to attend on opening night despite the overwhelming number of people.Â
     Your familyâs wealth did not provide for a private box, but there were handsomely placed seats in the nosebleeds that allowed ample viewing of the stage unobstructed. There your parents were, waiting for you with drinks already ordered and seats saved for the four of you. There was a table for standing just behind the seats and you passed it before settling into the space next to your mother.Â
     âI almost thought you were going to be late, it would have been a waste of ticket money,â your mother was charming as ever with the way her passive aggressive words edged on the line of cynical in tone and nature.
     After fruitlessly arguing with her to assure her you had plenty of time before the concert began, you listened to her drone on about work and home. Staff was getting more disagreeable by the day and she blamed it on them being from the undercity which you were quick to politely reprimand her on without sounding too upset. Apparently there was an accident at one of the manufacturing plants and protests ensued, leading your father to lay off over a dozen workers without a proper investigation. It was vile, and you felt your leg shake with agitation while trying to remain calm.Â
     Beside you, Viktorâs knuckles were white from gripping the neck of his cane between his knees as he looked on at the empty stage, curtains still drawn in a red velvet wall, down below. He was attempting to go unnoticed and to not make a scene since he felt another trap brewing from your mother, egging him on by spitting on the undercity in such a benumbed manner.Â
     There was no room for you to comfort him, even silently, since holding his hand or leaning on him around your parents would most likely result in a painstakingly grueling lecture about âpublic decency.â If you were with someone from Piltover, then the story would have been very different, but you chose Viktor and for that you would receive no grace.Â
     âLetâs not talk about work,â you smiled at her as best you could, playing the role of loving daughter for her sake.Â
     âOne last thing,â she tapped your father on the arm, prompting him to hand her a small letter from the inner pocket of his suit, âthis came a few weeks ago. We forwarded the message to you in a letter, but you never responded so I assume you never read it.â
     A broken seal told you exactly who it was from. The Galgaridon crest looked up at you in two torn pieces from the folded piece of paper. Just as the music was beginning from the orchestra pit, you unfolded it and began reading its contents; you read at an angle so Viktor could eye it if he wanted to.
     Caston Galgaridon wrote to your family home to explain his recent honorable discharge from the Noxian military after an injury sustained on the battlefield rendered him incapable of continuing his service. Part of you knew he must have put himself in harm's way on purpose after your last talk. Whatever the reason, be it accidental or intentional as suspected, he was informing your family of his new position in becoming the new head of the foundry your parents helped build all that time ago. Meaning they would be working directly through him for their Noxian transports and business ventures.Â
     At least he had the decency to not write to you directly and respect your wishes for space. Little could be said for your parents as time crawled on.Â
     âWhy does this concern me?â you folded the letter with its familiar creases and reclined in your seat.
     âWe thought you ought to know since you will be working with him once youâre done with schooling,â your father leaned forward to see past your mother who stared at the performance with feigned indifference, âand itâs important to maintain our partnerships.â
     âI donât see how working in Noxus is relevant to my future career endeavors.â
     âNo one ever said you had to relocate to Noxus,â his dry laughter said more than you needed to know, âregardless of your living arrangements, correspondence with the young master Galgaridon is still an important partnership.â
     Down on stage there were ballet dancers leaping across the polished wooden stage over fake prop pieces of florals and grasses moving in imaginary wind as violins encouraged them on. As chimes echoed in the background, you stole a glance at Viktor who turned just as you did, perfectly in sync with your movements without a word needing to pass between you. Honey colored eyes reflected the lights of the stage in the near darkness of the theater and they were full of a sweetened understanding that you could have melted into if you were back in your rooms with him. You were itching to feel him in any kind of embrace at that moment, but the desire to keep your parentsâ feathers silky smooth kept you grounded in your nauseating discomfort.
     The past always had an ugly way of dredging itself up at the most inopportune time, but at least in that moment it was less of a real threat and more of an uncomfortable suggestion from your parents. It was a sour attempt to get you out of Piltover and away from Viktor, an obvious stabbing betrayal even if you were unsure it even counted as such when they had been so open with you about their disapproval already.Â
     This is lovely, you had quietly remarked, pointing out the performance, leaning towards your parents. The little gestures were your only salvation it seemed.
     Polite conversation was able to spark between the four of you once you managed to get the first few pleasant words out about anything other than responsibilities. Managing to make your parents smile at you and Viktor during comments and jests felt like pushing a rock up a steep hill, arduous, but greatly rewarding once you reached the top and were able to rest at its peak.
     By the end of the concert the choppy waters felt unusually calm, whatever storm that had been brewing was either passed or on hold. The cab that came around the front of the building, to collect the four of you, already had your belongings strapped to the rear of the large carriage.Â
     The trip back to the estate was long, as the hours passed, you all dozed off at different times. All except Viktor who took to admiring the changing scenery through the window even if the night outside prevented him from seeing much past the vague silhouette every now and then once you were out of the inner city. Housing towards the edge would range from modest dwellings to smaller unkempt apartments and eventually largely spaced out manors. Wide gaps in wealth were evident even topside it seemed.Â
     He couldnât help but think those lackluster apartments were right up your combined alley when it came to affordability since you refused to use your family funds. Over the last half year, you both were more frugal with your finances. Accepting that the y/l/n family fortune could be pulled out from under you at any moment made you both carefully calculate your means of living and you made sure to stay within those boundaries.
     Viktor also knew this weekend trip was a performance at its core and he was determined to play his part as quietly as he could manage. Willing to seem invisible for your sake and to not stir your parentsâ emotions into barring down on you with their unrelenting barrage of disapproving opinions. Difficult as it was, considering he was usually emboldened at the academy, more confident in his field and among his colleagues.Â
     Thankfully he managed to speak to your parents about his work when they appeared to ask with a genuine interest, prodding him to reveal his plans.Â
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Lush green hedges surrounded the property, or at least the innermost part of the property that contained the main house and gardens; it did not include the long drive up through manicured rolling landscapes and trees spotted throughout the scene. Leaves and twigs were collected in muslin sacks for disposal after the annual pruning and new buds were well into blossoming in time for the season. Birds skirted across a pond, rippling through the glass surface with beautiful disturbance coupled with their cacophony of squawks and honks.Â
     Home was back at the academy for you, but there would always be a bittersweet nostalgia in returning to the estate for visits and this time was no different. You stepped out of the motorized carriage first, followed by Viktor and your parents in succession. Moonlight and lanterns provided a glow that came off in a haze against the evening mist. Starlight dappled in the blanket of night overhead and you wished to spend more time outside with Viktor in the fresh air, but you were hurriedly rushed inside by your parents who were too eager to show off their abode to a newcomer.Â
     Even if Viktor was not their ideal guest, they were desperately trying to save face. Most of their disdain of him had been private comments made directly to you, so they must have thought he was none the wiser regarding their opinions of him.
     Given the late hour, the tour was rather short. They only showed him where they would be dining for breakfast, should you both like to join them that early, and the parlor where they spent most of their free time. Free time did not come often for your parents, but you assumed this weekend they would be lounging for once since they insisted on your staying over.
     âDonât be shy about exploring. Iâm sure y/n will take you around at some point as well,â your father passed through the large double doors that opened into a corridor not too far from your room. âYour things have been brought to the bedroom already, so you may retire if you wish.â
     Bidding your parents goodnight, you accepted their offer to be excused and took Viktor with you.Â
     âI wish they were this nice all of the time,â you mumbled over your shoulder to Viktor once you were a few turns and rooms away from them. âThey were so polite to you, why canât it be real?â
     âDonât concern yourself over things you cannot control.â Viktor followed you through the doors to your room, pulling the handles closed behind him with a low snap of pins falling into place and the lock setting. âFor now, let's just be happy weâve made it this far.â
    He was right. Fretting over wishes and complaints were never going to amount to anything and you were feeling more at ease being alone with him in the privacy of your room.
     Something you could control was at your fingertips. It teased at your tongue as you were feeling too shy to openly ask for anything explicit. Sitting on the edge of your canopy bed proved more than enough for a hint when Viktor joined you without suggestion. Evening clothes began to feel suffocating as you lost yourselves in a tangle of limbs and pleading whispers.
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Morning came with a vengeance. You were undisturbed by maids or your parents, left to rest at your own leisure with Viktor in your bed and the curtains were still pulled back from the night before. Neither of you thought to close them which let the blinding white reflection of the sun wake you since you were facing large glass doors across the room. Scenic lawns softened the blow of the harsh sunlight and you blinked against its glow as a few squirrels sprinted across the window sill in leaping bounds, cheeks full of their gathering spoils.
     Blankets tempted you to remain in bed, but the idea of any staff or your parents poking in to check on you prompted you to drag yourself from the plush den and get ready for the day. Pushing open the double doors and opening the remaining curtains to let in more light, you wake Viktor up in the process.Â
     Despite how sleepy you both still felt, there was something in the air that you couldnât explain. It was like the hotel room when you got a taste of domesticity away from the academy together, playing pretend for a little while before having to return to work and research all while feeling like teenagers in adult bodies.Â
     âI could get used to this,â Viktor held your hand with a reverence that made you blush when you sat next to him on his side of the bed where he was still laying.
     âThe nice house?â
     âNo,â his eyes closed, still tired, âthis feeling, in this room. Itâs like weâre married.â
     âWould you want to?â You moved your two hands together further implying what he just said.
     âEventually.â
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Easels with abandoned paintings were pushed into a corner of glass and plaster, leaving room for a large open space of stone that made up the floor to the old studio. Days were once spent toiling away at those easels much to the behest of your family, pouring your soul into the pieces that could only be referenced from the windows beyond your enclosure and images you had seen elsewhere during excursions or from books. There were plenty of those to go around in your home, but taking your art supplies out of the estate and beyond the property grounds was restricted. Encouragement for your creative hobbies was nonexistent since it was only seen as just that, a hobby and nothing more. Cursed be the day you first asked your mother for your beginner set of paints and a canvas. Over time your parents softened to the idea of you pursuing a meaningful pastime, giving you a wide berth for creative study under the guise of it remaining a hobby and you played that part as well as you could for years.
     Windows made up a wall of glass, an old sunroom connected to your bedroom through a short hallway only accessible to you. It must have once been a modest sitting room before the estate grew too large for it and it was abandoned until you burrowed your way into it as a child while exploring. Ivy still grew on the back of the house unlike the front where it was completely cleared away for structural integrity.Â
     You were not about to thew Viktor in the history of your home and meaning of all of the rooms. Bringing him to your old studio was more of a thing of boredom and meandering through the halls with him until you thought to visit the old room which felt so strange after all that time away. Dust dated the years you were away despite your infrequent visits to the estate, the studio went on abandoned.Â
     Chatter about the room ranged from explaining what mysterious containers and cups contained, since you were awful at labeling things outside of a shared classroom setting, to shyly tucking away old lackluster art that once left you for want of improved talent.Â
     âItâs a time capsule,â Viktor looked around with curiosity, pretending he didnât notice you stuffing a large drawing between canvases to his side. Those small graces were everything to you even if you knew full well you couldnât get much past him even if you tried.
     âYou can say that.â
     âYouâve always been an artist. I find that inspiring, to have held onto a passion this long with the opposition youâve received because of it.â
     Red creeped up your face, or at least that was how it felt when your heart hammered at his words. Inspiration was a dry well and your addled mind was unable to accept that Viktor found it in you in some way. How you had managed to keep the man before you in your life for so long would continue to elude you and you were just thankful he showed no signs of leaving anytime soon.Â
     âWhere do you see us,â it was too late to retract once the words fell out of your blabbering mouth, âin a year or so?â His comment from that morning was worming through your brain.
     His sudden stoic expression, deep in thought, did nothing for your nerves so you continued to drone on in the hopes of answering your own stupid question or forcing him to move on and not answer you at all. The latter would have been better.
     âI mean, nothing serious, Iâm not talking about- um - future plans with you and me,â you rubbed your forehead aggressively trying to find the right words to not scare him away. After a minute or so of rambling you gave up trying to sound coherent. âForget I said anything.â
     âIâm assuming you only want me to respond regarding our careers, though Iâd be glad to entertain ideas of what weâll be in the future together,â his confidence in your relationship was unclear in the way he answered you so you asked him to not elaborate and instead let him talk about what you both might be doing once schooling was over.Â
     With academics nearing a close, you wondered where he would work and if you would both become so busy you would belong to your jobs and lose time to live in the real world. Both of your fields were demanding and not conducive of a healthy atmosphere for maintaining a proper relationship if you were not careful with time management.Â
     Viktor knew not to lose himself in his work, but you hadnât a clue what the future had in store and how he would change, how he could change if circumstances forced his hand. Just the thought of losing the man in front of you made your stomach turn as you chatted through these possibilities without sounding too desperate for all of your curiosities to be answered in confidence.Â
     âWhat if I hold you back?â You lamented, leaning against the glass overlooking those grassy fields you memorized as a child. âI want you to be great and belong to your work however you see fit without worrying aboutâŠme.â
     Whether you wanted to admit it aloud or not, you were unsure if this blissful companionship with Viktor would outlast your school days once you were both free of the academy should you both get jobs away from its labs. No matter what you did, Viktor would most likely become a successful researcher and inventor which would take him to the workshop guilds while your mother had hinted youâd be traveling to Noxus once you joined the family business.
     The future didnât look prime for you and Viktor.Â
     Arms encircled you, secure and warm in the room of glass.Â
     âI am yours,â his face was set and calm in the effort to assure you without having to give you any grand speeches, âentirely and unconditionally.â
******
Entirely and unconditionally swam around your mind sweetly for the rest of the day and gave you some reprieve as you entertained your parents even though you and Viktor were supposed to be the guests. Instead of feeling as if it were the other way around, you were the one up in front of the couches by the grand fireplace telling them stories about school and from books much to your parentâs delight.Â
     Animated gestures and vocal cues made their faces lighten up with a childish glee even when Viktor would chime in on your stories from where he sat in the overly ornate armchair. Despite having your parents there, it was nice to relive your memories from the academy with Viktor.Â
     âDo you have any stories from the Kiraman labs?â Your mother leaned forward on her elbows as you turned the events of your lab over, organizing your thoughts to see if there were any comical stories.Â
     âNot many involving me, but there have been a few explosions here and there from the other researchers,â your eyes glued to an ugly wall decoration across the room as you thought over it. âWell I was working on a project recently and the whole thing fell over into a mess of parts and gears.â
     You went on to tell them how that day had been an inventorâs disaster and you were at your wits end with the way your projects had been going and you detailed the whirlwind that was your office. It got to the part where you bumped into an old classmate that kindly assisted you with repairing your project, helping you progress with it further than you had before if ever fell.
     âSo you do have friends,â your father jested.Â
     For some reason it made you uncomfortable to think of it that way especially when you kept Jayceâs name out of it, âno we were just classmates a long time ago.â
     âBut they remembered you anyways, mustâve been a memorable class,â your father let out a blubbering chuckle. âWho was it anyways?â
     Your neck felt cool from sweat and you regretted finishing the story, wishing you had left it after the part where you stormed away from the fallen project, âIt doesnât matter. No one important.â
     âOh come now,â he leaned back in his seat and blew out a thick cloud from his pipe. âWorried I might know their parents like when you were a child?â
     âNo itâs just he-â
     âA gentleman!â Your mother chimed in like you were all playing a guessing game.
     âAnd he works at the Kiraman labs, dear,â your father chattered away with guesses with your mother as you rolled your eyes, grinning uncomfortably at Viktor, âmust be from a prominent family.â
     âWrong again,â you teased knowing full well Jayce was from a lower house like you, but it was not as full of grandeur and prestige as your father was imagining.
     âWell play fair then, give us some decent clues,â your mother was all smiles and you managed to mirror her enthusiasm even if it was much calmer in comparison.Â
     You stopped the makeshift game before it really took off, throwing yourself into another story that featured you and Viktor having lunch with Sky during the school trip so long ago. It seemed to satisfy their cravings for drama when part of the story was about a conversation the three of you unwillingly heard from a table over at the restaurant.Â
     Throughout the rest of your social time with your parents, youâd occasionally catch Viktor looking at you with knit brows. It was unusual for him to stare at you like that and you knew it was because you refused to give up Jayceâs name during the storytelling. You hadnât really told him about that day in the lab aside from having a hard time and he didnât know who Jayce was at all, as far as you knew, since it seemed their paths had never crossed.Â
     Inevitability gave you fair warning that he was going to ask you about who the mystery classmate was that night when you were back in your room trying to sleep.Â
     Dinner time was easier since your parents had their friends join all of you that evening. This time you werenât the only one telling stories; now it was your parentâs turn to peacock and entertain. Whether their friends actually cared was another matter since a few of them continued to mutter about business if the room would grow too quiet.Â
     When it was loud with laughter, you had some semblance of privacy being able to talk with Viktor where you were both tucked away at the edge of the crowd. There you could talk about what you were going to do once you were free of this place and back at the academy.Â
     Viktor seemed different, not upset, but tired of being around people who must have been weighing him down from how loud they were. The mystery classmate was in the back of his mind even if he knew it was irrational to worry. Keeping secrets was something he never did to you besides the occasional white lie that he wasnât tired, he wasnât in pain, or a new dish you worked hard to make was definitely not burnt. But this felt different in the way you held his hand in reassurance and gave him your full attention when he so much as cleared his throat.Â
     âRelax,â he whispered after you asked him if anything was wrong for the fifth time that evening. It wasnât a command and more of a sweetly delivered suggestion which put you in some ease, or at least stopped you from asking again.Â
******
It was left unsaid, all of your shared thoughts over Jayce. You didnât want to tell him who it was and part of him didnât really want to know despite the curiosity.Â
     âYou know you can be honest with me,â Viktor said more so to the cloth above then directly to you, staring at the velvet canopy of your bed in the near darkness.Â
     You were reading by your dimly warm bedside light when he broke the quiet. Closing the book carefully, you set it aside, âyouâre talking about the story⊠from the lab.â
     His silence was your answer.
     âHe was just an old classmate,â you leaned back, âI didnât like my parents prying.â
     âIâm sorry, I donât mean to do the same,â he sighed, âbut I know he wasnât just a classmate.â
     Hammering in your chest did nothing for your nerves and you tried to keep your breathing level once you remembered nothing got past Viktor.Â
     âI didnât-â
     âI know you didnât cheat,â he laughed a little which put you at ease, âbut you have history with him-â you covered his mouth, but he easily freed himself, âand thatâs ok. I was just curious.â
     Talking helped. From gasps of surprise to laughing about things that were once very painful, Viktor told you about a night years ago where he came to see you late at night before you shared a dorm and before you ever began seeing each other exclusively. You listened wide eyed realizing he never brought it up with you before because he knew it was none of his business. Heâd even forgotten about it until the mysterious classmate was brought up and he connected the dots since he knew you never really slept around back then either. There was no room to do so since you used to be attached at the hip even as friends.Â
     âIâm so embarrassed,â you laughed at yourself thinking of that night you had answered the door as a disheveled mess, knowing Jayce had been hiding in the blankets.
     Viktor caught his breath after his own bout of laughter at something you said. It felt good to finally let go of the guilt even if he still didnât ask you who the man was and you were content with keeping it that way.Â
     We should get married, you couldâve sworn you heard him whisper as you were in and out of sleep after what felt like hours of joking around fighting it off.Â
     Rational thought told you marriage was not in your future and you didnât care much for the idea anyways. The tradition and pressure was an uninviting thought and you itched at the image of your parents weeping for the loss of your status by marrying down. It wasnât like marriage would make much of a difference in your shared lives anyways.
     In the morning you both got up early and left when the fog was still thick across the grass fields and trees. It was a long drive back to the academy and you were ready to return to the dorms and close the curtains on this whole affair of entertaining your parents.Â
Summary: I don't know what else to say but this is the follow-up of the previous chapter, and you go on your little date with Viktor. This will mainly be in the POV of Viktor.
A/N: The last chapter was successful so Iâm writing the follow up. ENJOY!
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He was screwed, so terrifyingly screwed.
It was only with the help of Jayce, he wouldâve been stuck in the dark with no knowledge of how âdatingâ went. He had been a man of science for his entire life, dedicated to one skill and pushing away other human pleasures. It had been something he had come to accept from his youth; a crippled man not deemed worthy of the basic needs for love and want.
But then, you came along, filling his life with the needs that he was so very afraid of experiencing.
âWhat if she doesnât like me?âWhat if she just said yes out of pity?â Viktorâs ramblings were all the young man from House Talis had been hearing for the rest of the afternoon, constant and doubtful. âShould I cancel now? Is it too late?â
Jayce was growing impatient by the constant qualms, rolling his hazel eyes. âI swear, Viktor if I have to hear you go on about how unworthy you are to deserve a date, I will be sure to use that cane and put it somewhere you wouldnât want it to be.â
The young man from the Undercity blinked confusedly. âWas⊠that a threat to get me to shut up? I hope you donât, I do like this cane.â
Jayce heaves a sigh, âNevermindâŠLook, do you think this was all for jokes that she said yes?â He threw his hands around him dramatically, waving them wildly. âBoth of you like each other and itâs so noticeable to everyone around you.â
When he had calmed slightly, Jayce placed a warm hand on his assistantâs shoulder, a look of sympathy. âAnd did you see the way she was looking at you at lunch? Itâs so obvious she has the hots for you.â
The heat rushed once more to Viktorâs chiselled cheeks, his accent heavy like lead. âIt was?â
âYeah, it was. Enjoy your evening, please, and donât forget to relax.â Jayce had imitated his stance, shoulders tense and posture hunched. With little effort, he pretended to loosen his shoulders, concentrating on his breathing as his posture regained some height.
Viktor copied to the best of his abilities, a little more rigid than what he had imagined, but he got the message clear, already feeling some resemblance of calming beginning to take over his body.
Jayce straightened his new tie, smiling earnestly. âNow, you go out there and be yourself. Be the same Viktor that she likes.â
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He was early, unsettlingly early.
If Viktor had remembered any of the many words of advice from Jayce, it was to never leave a woman waiting, no matter if it was the first or twentieth meet-up.
Luckily, Viktor had to get from one side of the city to the next, and walking with a cane had thrown in some disadvantages of leaving extra, extra early. No matter what, The Marquis was the best establishment (from the councillors he heard were usual regulars) that had the best meals in all of Piltover and perhaps of Runeterra. He just hoped he had enough money and the hopes of impressing you with such a grandiose restaurant.
He had been waiting for over half an hour, nerves consuming him whole.
Câmon, Viktor. Remember what Jayce says. Be yourselfâshit, what if she finds me boring outside of work? Noâdo you think she wouldâve gone this far with you to pretend it was all for nothing? Get a hold of yourself! But what if she doesnât show up? What then? That sends a clear message she was not wanting to show up at all-
âI hope I wasnât keeping you waiting for too long?â
His breath got lodged in his throat, embarrassment rising like heat to his chest for being caught in his rambling thoughts, darting his head up to meet your figure walking towards him.
Oh, mighty Piltover. Swallow me whole.
He couldâve been resuscitated in that very moment, taking in the sight of your slender legs, noticeable curves he had missed from your uniform, now on full show in the off-the-shoulder dress you wore, a light jacket, keeping your skin warm from the light breeze.
Your hair was carefully tied up, showing your slender neck with a gold necklace wrapped around your throat, his mind running short of circuits and malfunctioning.
His mouth was opening and closing, eyes drinking you in like you were his life supply, blinking owlishly when he realised you had spoken and he had yet answered.
âMe? No, noâI just got here⊠I, uh, you look-â
âBland?â You could only chuckle dryly. âI didnât have much in my wardrobe, Iâm afraid. I donât go out that often.â
âOh, well, me neither.â Viktor adjusted his already straightened tie that he found whilst rummaging in his apartment. âBut, no. You look really beautiful.â
It was your turn to blush at his compliment, averting your gaze to the floor. The sight made his chest swell, staring at you with fondness. âAh, uh, shall we go in? I donât think staying out here for long would benefit either of us.â
âNo, I donât think so.â You giggled, taking the initiative and linking your arm with his. Viktor could feel everything in those beating seconds, quickly aware of everything he was doing and the closeness of your bodies to one another. Another reason for Viktor to have needed cold water thrown on him was to calm his scalding body down.
With a heave of the door, Viktor let you in first, smiling as you thanked him, passing through into the warmth and friendliness of the restaurant. âIâve heard many good things about this place.â
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It had⊠gone way better than he had imagined.
Not only had he learnt a lot more about you and your private life, but there were small pieces of his life he had uncovered, something he usually kept within the confines of his mind. He learnt about your upbringing: how you came to Piltover with your aunt; a previous student of Professor Heimerdinger and how she had been an inspiration as a child to return and make a living in the City of Progress.
Everything about you that he learnt, the more Viktor wanted to stay closer to you. It was as if you were holding the strings above him, guiding him like an angel to become more human than a machine; straying slowly away from the life he thought he could only choose.
A cripple has no time for love. He had remembered the very words that held its authority over his life, but now, he could only hope he could break free from it.
And the very thought both relieved and terrified him so.
The meal was exceptional, way too much food but it was worth the money, all paid for even when you tried to add in the two of you could split the bill. But he was insistent, telling you how often you would bring in lunches for both him and Jayce and that it was both a treat for yourself and him.
Once you had paid, you explored the city together in its darkness; a different side to everything than what you saw when it was light. Enforcers patrolled the streets, giving both of you some layer of safety as you traversed over to the docks, sitting down and looking over the water and millions of stars.
That was where the two of you could feel most comfortable, exploring the gradually touches of one another, finding yourselves in each otherâs arms, keeping one another warm from the harsh air.
âYou know,â he began, brown-copper eyes drifting from the sky to your face. âI cannot remember how long it has been since Iâve had this much fun.â
âYou enjoyed tonight?â Your breath was shallow, warmth spreading as your hands grew clammy within his timid hold. Viktor gave a warm chuckle, light and airy. âI think I can admit that any time I spend with you means a lot to me.â
Your fingers were firm when you squeezed them out of fondness, your head instinctively leaning closer into his bubble. âI had a great evening with you, Viktor.â
This was everything for him, no other feeling he could describe how to say how he was feeling, but it was strong and swelled his heart whenever he even looked over at you, let alone be in your arms. He couldnât imagine how life would be without you beside him, guiding him like a light down a path he thought was not destined for him.
This was everything he had ever dreamt of.
He shifted his weight to face you properly- closer than before, his hands tracing your jawline, startling you with the sudden affection. âY/N⊠I find it difficult to speak of these feelings Iâm having at this moment. Iâve never felt them ever, but when Iâm with you, I feel so alive that I have to remind myself that Iâm breathing through it all.â
He enjoyed how you leant closer into his touch, batting your eyelashes at him with such adoration that he gasped softly. âViktor-â
â-I love you, Y/N.â He confessed sweetly, the sound of a boat passing within the night, drifting past. âI have loved you for a while now, and it will never stop even when I cease to exist.â
You responded by taking his other hand to rest around your waist, leaning until wisps of his hair trailed along your forehead, tender and sweet. âI love you too, Viktor. So, very much.â
He could imagine your first kiss, leaning into you and taking your lips with passion, but even with the proximity and the chance to lean ever-so- closely more into you, Viktor found himself frozen, only his eyes could dart from your eyes to your lips.
He needed that extra push, and you would happily oblige.
You didnât hesitate to caress the side of his neck, tracing his jawline as you captured his lips. Slowly, hesitantly, his lips took some time to remember the outline of yours against his, before he let you take control, slipping your tongue to swipe against his bottom lip.
Your mouths moved slowly together, growing more passionate as you would pull away and change angle before delving back to one another again; warm and beckoning. It had plucked his heart out and laid it bare for you to witness.
When you pulled away to catch your breath, he was flushed to the cheeks, eyes lidded and mouth formed to the perfect âoâ shape.
You leant into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck, nose grazing his sharp jawline as the two of you relaxed in comfortable silence. He fell into your arms, resting into you as well, closing his eyes with happiness and a broad smile on his thin lips.
When he felt you shift, hands trailing to his hands once more, you spoke to him with clear playfulness in your tone. âDid you know you talked in your sleep?â
His eyes flashed open, pulling away just to see your cheeky face, eyes crinkled with mirth. Once again, no words could form, watching how you giggled at the embarrassed scientist, before his own cocky smile rose to his face, promising to you that he would take that smile off your face,Â ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐ°Ń; not giving you time to react when he attacked your face with his fierce kisses.Â
Warnings: nothing really, just some mad, sleep-deprived scientist gets some unintentional sleep and gets slapped
Summary: After days and (mostly) restless nights trying to figure out the hexcore, Viktor found a combination for a successful transmutation. Except it wasnât, and now thereâs a stranger in the lab.
* oc is not fleshed out yet and I might change it to be reader depending how I want this to develop
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A nasty bone crack splits through the lab as Viktor violently jerks his head to the left.
His hands squeeze shut and relaxes on the handles as he effortlessly blocks off the cramp in his right wrist.
His statue shrimp-shaped body aches everywhere, but his mind buzzes by with a new set of combinations after a brief rewriting in his calculations.
After days of dead ends and frustrated trails and errors.
Something is actually happening, he declared to himself.
With a growing unconscious smile, he enthusiastically whips around his stool for his goggles (which he haphazardly threw somewhere hours ago) before he accidentally inflicts irreparable eye damage.
As the hexcore spins and twists rapidly it seems to pulse and painfully expand against a force more in certain combinations and others. Itâs electric blue gaining more light, expelling more energy then to all of a sudden âkaput. Dead. Well not really, more like tired. Back to a hazy glow as it use to be until Viktor reworked it again with a slightly different combination from his revisions.
The next one; it sends one more wave than before.
And the last one; more light runes floating in the air.
Until he has it in his mind.
The next, ultimately the last, successful one
Viktorâs panting and sweating. His slippery hands grip on the handles for dear life to stop himself from turning them. He needs to write it all down.
He moves with trembling excitement and discipline toward an inked abused journal, and dips his blue pen down in preparation for a new onslaught.
He bites his chapped lips in anticipation with each growing, curving stroke furiously pressed onto the page as it approaches the final symbol.
The last rune.
Crank it.
His gangly arms extend back to the hexcore handles and pour all of his frustrations and excitement into each pivot, push, crankâevery movementâ until he hears a click from the shell of the hexcore.
Viktorâs flinches from the tiny surprise. When did the hexcore click?
Itâs frozen in place. Suspended yet twitching with unstable energy. In equilibrium.
âOhâwhaâI?â whispers slip from his lips as it
frowns in confusion. He looks over his journal at the combination again, heâs sure he did it correctly.
Everything is set so why isn't it doing what itâs supposed to?
Is he supposed to set it off?
Is it like an exothermic reaction where the reactants need a chemical start for the reaction to proceed?
Does he need to turn it one last time?
He stares at the core. Deeply.
Observing its slight movements and loaded energy. It looks like a bomb.
No itâs not a bomb.
âItâs supposed to help,â he cries out unexpectedly.
He hisss in and slowly exhales some air to calm himself from the small abrupt outburst.
This will stop the rejection. This will cure you. Youâll feel better soon. He assures himself.
âOh!â He exclaims at the sudden insight. He needs one of those plants to see the result.
The exchange of energy. How can he be absentminded during this time! Thatâs a quick fix. He turns around to the corner but before he could depart from the stool he sees it be empty. He ran out. Well, he killed them all.
He turns back to the swollen hexcore. Its vines of blue flaring out and whipping back in. Its rune-assigned panels suspended in air with smaller light runes circling around the origin of energy, but dull runes on the panels. All dull except one looking right back at him.
Like a button.
His hand unconsciously pushes it like itâs association. Releasing every wave of energy pushed down like a spring. All to him.
Viktor shields his head with his arms as streaks of light surround and fly towards and past him. He feels himself being pulled yet pushed forward and accelerating with every moment. His squeezes eyes shut and he braces himself for the pain heâs about to meet.
Something yanks him back and he stumbles back until something hard and smooth pushes against him.
Everything around him is so bright and loud, and smells awful. Sickening sweet like rotting fruit.
Disgusting, he gags with his shirt pulled up and over his nose. His eyes finally adjust and he sees two girls with white and black painted faces with their shadowy-punk inspired fashion pushed against a long bathroom table top. Their clothing is what reminds him of the Undercity, but that doesnât make sense.
âGet out before I beat your ass out of here,â the left girlâs voice drips with so much poison he swears he sees four fangs under her open frown.
Viktor doesnât move. Actually he canât move. His legs go numb beneath him, miraculously his head goes foggy.
âIâmâuh,â he mumbles out as he tries to find something to hold on from behind him. But his hands feel only flat vertical tile. His legs are shaking. He leans his body weight onto the tile.
Something brushes his vest and his attention turns upward. Itâs the women, a lot closer now.
No wait, it's a different one. A much older woman.
ââyou hear what I said?â She says with an odd accent.
âWhat?â Viktor says.
âHow are you feeling dear? Good? Not good?â She says slowly and with concern.
âNot, not good,â he answers, bringing his hand to cover his eyes.
The stranger informs Viktor as he slowly slides down the tile,âWeâre going to call for some help, andâand youâre going to be alright, right?â
What is going on? Where am I? What happened at the lab? Why am I not at the lab?! Did I teleport? Where did I teleport? Should I even assume I teleported? Why do I feel so weak? Did I walk here? Where is here?!
âYoung man?â The stranger waves her hands in front of Viktor. Heâs on the ground now. Itâs very cold.
âThe doctor is coming. Just wait, youâre lucky to be in a hospital,â she tells him.
âA hospital? Iâm in the hospital?â
Did Jayce bring me here? Did I pass out?
Breathing suddenly becomes more difficult, it feels harder to swallow now. The tile is terribly cold and the light makes the white floor unbearable, but he doesnât have the energy to look up.
âSo he had just appeared all of a sudden and now heâs having a heart attack?â
âIt looks likeâwait noâI mean a panic attack. Heâs not in there, heâs in the womenâs!â
A shadow looms over him. Soon a green knee drops in his vision.
A wave of pain clubs the front of his head. His hand grips his forehead again. This is the worst all-nighter that Iâve pulled. I shouldâve been asleep.
He feels something warm and soft with sharp edges, grip his chin and gently pull. Pulled to look at the kneeling lady in front of him.
âSir, I need your attention, please tell me your name.â
The lights from before are returning around him and his body being pulled back from beyond the walls.
Out of alarm and panic, Viktor clasps on her forearms before his gravity shifts and shuts his eyes. Heâs tilted back into the flying streaks of light now flying away from him.
Violently his momentum brakes. He tumbles back on a familiar ground with his pelvis hitting against the metal of his stool; he wobbles in place for a moment.
The scientist shrinks into himself as the labâs scent of coffee and slight decomposition from the failed plants.
Relief fills his body. Heâs in his sweet again lab and he opens his eyes to see the lady he had gripped into still in front of him
The lady is still in front of him like a ghost. Wide eyed, pale, and messy haired. She may have lost her glasses during the hexcore teleportation, but his main concern is how sheâs about to scream.
His hands shoots up from under him, âDonât,â his voice shakes. He tries to be as non-threatening as he can be,âYou are safe,â he states as clearly as possible with his hands over her mouth. She shakes her head.
The moment quickly shifts as Viktor feels something warm drip from his nose. Confused, his eyes flicker, then the world drifts away from him into darkness. The manâs hands and head go limp and he bows towards the stranger. The woman instinctively grabs hold of his shoulders as he falls toward her.
âWoah, okay?â
Thereâs no response except shallow breaths.
âHey, I need some answers,â she demands.
The woman shakes him back and forth, however it does nothing but swing his dangling head.
âDonât you pass out on me. You need to explain what the fuck happened!â She fumed.
Unwilling to give up and is wholeheartedly about to breakdown, she grabs his oily brown hair behind his head pull his face back to deliver a very caring, tenderâ
SMACK!
It echoes across the space and the pervert's mouth hangs open. She swears she sees his cheek start to bloom pink.
âHo-Kay. Calm. Calm down,â she whispered to herself.
Viktorâs unconscious twig body slumps onto the table as she slips out. The stranger stands to her full shaking height and takes in her mystical kidnapperâs room.
Itâs night time but the last time she checked the clock the sun had just risen. Silver moonlight from the tall imposing window gently illuminates the space and creates a mysterious atmosphere. As if things beyond the imagination happen here. Itâs unfamiliar yet she feels great comfort.
Itâs just deja vu, she thinks as begins to move around.
The stranger silently snakes near the walls. She tries her best to see without her glasses but itâs a futile effort even with how bright the moon is. Step by step she examines the walls, the blurry yet shiny texture and confusing stains or shadows. Her hip bumps a table which she starts to follow with her finger tips dragging across the long cold countertop.
There are structures that seem like pipes near the windowâs left side and a pile of things that she assumes to be pipes or gadgets on the right side.
Finally sheâs in front of the window, yet she still canât tell what is in front of her nor does it help give an idea where she is. Just the same familiar, excited feeling electrifying her muscles and brain without a clue why!
Why is she in this lab with this half-dead skeleton of a man? Why is there a glowing bluish-purplish object in front of him? She needs to leave but feels she has no incentive to.
Why is such a familiar labâand thatâs the hexcoreâshe realizes very late.
Right in front of her, (well) in front of the guy. In all its glory and (she imagines) smugness is the hexcore.
âOh shit!â She runs to her kidnapper slash fainted-panic-attack-triggered, bathroom pervert. Panicking and pulling her hair, she looms over again but a few personal-bubble-popping inches from his face and brushes his rich chesnut hair away. A three worded question escapes her involuntarily, but she cringes at what sheâs about to ask.
âItâs Hector right?â
Skip if you wantâŠ
Author note:
Constructive criticism about writing, grammar, storytelling and advice of any kind (such as formatting on tumblr) is welcomed because I have know idea Iâd this looks readable or an eyesore
Ruminations of a Dreamer [Masterlist] - (Viktor x F!Reader)
As this is the first series I've ever written, so I'm creating a masterlist just for it.
Sypnosis: You are a topsider, Viktor's benefactor who funds all of his independent research. A working relationship isn't all you have when the two of you become friends. Maybe a love that, you and Viktor could share, isn't as far as it seems.
Looking up from the notes he was reading and writing on, his bags under his eyes were bigger than ever, his cheekbones on full display. He sighs, but nods, pushing the notes away from himself. Smiling, I opened the door to one of the side rooms, after seeing them pull all-nighters I made the cleaning closet into a small sleeping room for the both of them to use. I had my own lab but usually, I was found in their lab, my own project pushed into a corner as they worked tirelessly on their hextech dream.
A small grin was on my face as I had light up some candles, together with some sweet milk in the corner for him to drink. Hearing his cane hit the ground a few times I knew he was standing beside me. With a grin on my face, I turned around, seeing his eyes slightly widen. Kissing his cheek, I pulled him inside, helping him sit down as the beds were right onto the ground. Softly asking him if he needed help. The only answer I got from him is him leaning into my side, with a soft smile, I undid his tie. Whispering sweet nothing to him, telling him how proud of him I am, and to be lucky to have him in my life. Only for him to push a hand against my face, telling me to stop, covering his face, as he had turned red. Offering him an apology, undoing the buttons of his blouse, kissing his shoulder, folding it so he could wear it again later.
Telling him to sit up, I slide off the bed onto the floor, undoing his brace, softly massaging at the joints, a groan leaving his lips. Eyes staring down at me, and the only thing I could see in his breathtaking eyes was love and a certain kind of softness. Carefully laying away the brace, I helped him out of his pants, a small hiss leaving his mouth as he moved his leg wrong. Kissing his knee, his hand cupping my face, leaning into his soft touch, he slightly pulled on it telling me he wanted me to join him on the bed again. Climbing in, I crawled to the back, patting the spot next to me as I pulled out the sweet milk and my own favorite drink.
"Thank you, Darling."
Kissing his jawline, I hummed shimming into the covers, a laugh leaving Viktor, pressing against my side. Staring up a conversation about how far they are into their current project, but him also asking about my own project. As our drinks were emptied, Viktor was slowly falling asleep as I quickly undressed, I pulled the covers up to our chin his hands already reaching for me I chuckled, kissing his nose I blew out the candles. As soon as light left the room, Viktor pulled me into his chest, running my fingers through his hair, feeling him lean into my hands. When light broke our peaceful moment only for a soft and familiar voice to reach our ears.
"Seems we are finally getting some sleep, Viktor."
A groan was all he got, Jayce himself laughing, taking off his clothing crawling into bed. Pulling Viktor close to him, kissing the side of his head a pleasant hum left Viktors mouth, softly smiling at them. Pushing myself closer to Viktor, laying on my side pushing my legs under Viktors so his leg was resting, Viktors hand found mine.
"Hello to you too, my dear."
Leaning over Viktor, Jayce lips softly pushed against me, not leaving me behind in affection. As he pulled back I leaned up to him quickly giving him an extra peck on the lips. With a grin on his face, he plopped back next to Viktor, taking hold of my other hand, trying to pull me closer to the two of them. The conversation started up again, Jayce talking about the council and how they were super boring, Viktor chuckled his head laying on Jayces' shoulder, my chin resting on his shoulder. A soft smile present on my lips, I stared at the two, just so lucky to have them in my life. Jayce golden eyes were filled with love as he listened to Viktor talk, Viktor himself had his close, sleep was slowly pulling at his mind, words coming out softly. A hand on my cheek was what snapped me out of my mind, looking up at Jayce, a grin on his face, his thumb rubbing my cheek as it burned red.
"What is your beautiful mind thinking about, Love?"
"You and Viktor."
Viktors amber eyes opened looking at me, soft smile playing on his lips, hand moving to my neck.
"Sorry, I just... I love you guys so much."
Hands slid down my body as I leaned over them, bringing them into a hug, digging my face between their shoulders. Feeling them hug me back, soft whispers of how much they loved me too, never wanting to lose me and they would always be here for me. Sliding back, I kissed them, whispering against their lips again how much I love them. Fully laying back onto my place, their hands found my own, sleep finally settling in with Jayce and me. Pulling us closer, Jayce hummed, Viktor asleep, as I brushed his hair out of the brilliant scientist face, Jayce and I made eye contact, so much love in those golden eyes, as they slide close. I hoped this moment could last forever, save tucked away in the arms of my lovers.
