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Content: sfw Victor gideon x gender neutral reader
Ooc note: this one is just a mix of different headcanons and various thoughts I've had lately
Tongue bleps 🐍
You're first thought upon seeing victors tongue pop out during a conversation was of a very large curios snake,you're second thought of course was of how to teas him about it.
To his amusement the next time you saw him stick the tip of his forked tongue out he found you wrapping your arms as best you could around his broad torso, head resting gently on his lower chest looking up in amusement and mirth as you stick the tip of your tongue out in a mimicry of his own.
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Gideon doesn't really seem like a shower person to me,i can see him lounging in a bath though. Just stretched out in a bathtub a little bit too small for his too tall frame.i feel like ha could be coaxed to take bubble baths with his partner. He doesn't like to admit it but he enjoys it when you convince him too take a break from his work.
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Victor strikes me as an avid reader, both from the collection of medical books we see in his office, and from the amount of Journaling he does. Depending on if he we're to have any time to break away from his work on elpis he might be found curled up in bed with you late one night reading you a book of your selection.
Could you write Victor playing hide and seek with there partner in the middle of the night because the power went off and they were bored?
Ooc: love your description of calling Victor a domesticated snake sometimes!
Aww this is cute! Certainly won't turn out creepy and increasingly more unnerving! And thank you too, he is my greasy domesticated snake, haha!
Sadly this one will not be posted in the scenarios fic... But that's because I made it into a fic itself! I couldn't resist, and what a way to return with a bang than with a full fic for you all to enjoy! However, the nsfw will only be available on ao3 here so reading it here on tumblr is sfw, want the nsfw, click the link.
Right! Onto the fic!
A Little Game (Victor Gideon X Reader)
An hour preceding your current predicament — tucked behind and underneath a desk, with your knees tight to your chest — the storm that been raging throughout the evening had unfortunately knocked out the power to the building. Obviously, there were backup generators to ensure the more... difficult patients were kept in their rooms, and their vast repository of experimental medicines would remain chilled. The generators were emergency only, the main lights of the centre remained dark, not counting the scattered emergency lights pinned in a far corner of most of the halls and offices.
You were bored. You'd set up a few candles around your office, to give you just enough vision to continue scribbling away at some unfinished notes from an earlier meeting, but without the ability to check some emails that went out afterwards, you quickly found that you had naught else to do but sit and wait for the power to return. In the meantime, you had taken it upon yourself to roll your desk chair backwards, then — rather unprofessionally, I might add — kick your feet up onto the scattered papers littering your desk and delight in some unplanned, but much needed, rest. You couldn't hear the rain well from your office, since it was shoved between several halls and adjoining offices for other doctors, but you could hear the thunder that rolled through the old bones of the building. A rather soothing noise that you foolishly thought would keep you awake, not wanting to nod completely off on the job.
"Enjoying your time off?"
A crackle of lightning hitting closer to the care centre masked the sound of your feet hurriedly slipping off the desk and crashing back onto the wooden floor. You immediately adjusted your chair and sat upright, doing a terrible job at masking the embarrassed shock in your eyes when looking over at the person who entered your office unannounced.
"Oh! Dr Gideon, apologies, sir." It had to be him, didn't it? "Without my computer, I couldn't continue what I was doing." You flicked your eyes to the dark screen that only reflected the light of the candles off it, as if he didn't know the power was out.
"Surely you don't have other tasks that demand your time?" Victor Gideon took another step into your office and shut the door behind him, never taking his eyes off you.
You didn't and told him as such. Everything that solely required pen and paper by dim candle light had already been completed. Anything else needed the information stored on the centre's computer system and wide and questionable database. There was nothing else to do and from the looks of Victor, he was rather impatient, you could see it in his face, the annoyance etched into his furrowed brows and unimpressed mild scowl. You took a guess, in your mind, that he had been interrupted on something rather pressing and important to his main goal, outside of the experimental treatments he oversaw at the care centre. He was trying to not let it show but you saw right through it, you always did. That was a big reason as to why he liked you so, you could tell his intentions, for better or for worse.
During the time you two spent staring at one another, unsure of what either of you should do, you, at one point, recalled how you would play hide and seek in your youth whenever the power was out. Be it with friends or family, no matter who's roof it were under, you always did like playing. Running and hiding, then being a little devil and running once you were found, laughing and screaming the entire time. The memories made you chuckle to yourself. Although, your recollection of bygone days did not make you prepared for Victor walking right up to your desk and asking if you wished to play, right now. You raised a brow at him, silently reminding him that the two of you were fully grown adults and no longer little children. Beside, you weren't the only ones in the building.
"Would you rather return to your nap and have me take note of your own foolish choice to sleep while working?" He kept his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over it, over the candles, and smile so sweetly down at you. He wasn't going to give you a choice. The idea was firmly planted in his mind and he wanted you to indulge him, it was that simple, but no less puzzling.
"Fine," You huffed and rolled your eyes at him, slightly excited to return to a beloved childhood game, but still not too happy about how he had persuaded you to join. He was too good at that, at trapping you in a corner you had backed yourself into without even knowing.
"I will give you two minutes to hide." Two minutes was certainly generous, but he was probably accounting for the possibility of running into other staff members and also trying to find a room where nobody would immediately question why you were trying to squeeze yourself into a cabinet. You didn't argue over the time. You nodded and made for the door quickly. Behind you, he started counting before you'd even turned the handle. Cheeky.
You spent the almost two minute lightly jogging down the halls, peeking into each room to spot if anybody was occupying them, coming across a gaggle of gossiping nurses in one, a huddled and hushed group of doctors in another, both going silent and staring at you rather seriously, so you gave them an awkward smile and continued on your way. Power outages weren't necessarily a common experience, but they were rare enough that the staff grew anxious whenever one happened to occur, never quite used to the idea of being in a building full of hostile and volatile entities of their own making, that would happily tear them in two for whatever reason they had rolling around in their broken brains. You couldn't bring yourself to blame them, fear wormed its way into your very soul every time the lights suddenly went out, silently praying the red light in the hallway outside our door would turn on, waiting those painful few seconds to know if you should fear for your life or not. But whenever the power went out, Victor would always personally reassure you that the one thing everyone should fear in the pitch blackness of the silent centre was him and only him. It both calmed you and unnerved you.
Eventually, though, after scurrying around in the darkness and making up half-lies to your colleagues about why you were rushing around in a mildly frantic manner, you found your way up to Dr Richardson's office. You hadn't counted on him being absent but it seemed, in the wake of the outage, he had resigned himself from his duties too, or at the very least was carrying them out elsewhere. The time you had been counting in your head was long lost after the third excuse you told a passing nurse so you hurried into the office, believing that Victor was most likely after you, and he was indeed after you now, he had been for twenty seconds already. Thankfully, he took his time searching each room close to your office, first thinking you had decided to hide close by to throw him off.
Save for the tiny red light in the far corner of the room, attached to a speaker against the ceiling, the entire room was completely dark. Only the details of the puzzle box sat underneath the speaker were properly illuminated, and even then they were faint. You felt your way through the small room to the desk and squinted at the chair left pulled out and at an angle from where Dr Richardson obviously left begrudgingly. The underside of his desk was an abyss in the low light. Your hands felt around the edges, where the drawers enclosed a small gap in the very middle, you pushed your arm under until your fingers brushed against the wood at the front of the desk. It was just big enough for you to hide in, a tight fit, yes, but if you kept your knees to your chest and your feet tucked together, you would be practically invisible.
So, you waited. Here, in the lead researcher's office, you could clearly hear the rain beating against the windows and the sound lulled you back into a sense of drowsiness, the concept of time slipping further and further away from you with each blink that grew longer and longer. You even yawned once or twice in the peaceful quiet. But then you a heard a sound. A creak in the floorboards beyond where you were hiding. Your eyes pricked at the sudden noise infiltrating the silence. You readjusted yourself and swallowed thickly, waiting for those sounds to draw nearer. They did.
Any remnants of sleep fled from your eyes as soon as the main door to the office opened and you heard heavy steps beyond the thin wall separating you both, the creak of wood transitioning into the sound of shoes on tile. It was definitely Victor. If the distinct footsteps didn't give him away, the calm call of your name from his lips did, instantly. There was an edge to his voice, an impressed tease, that you had evaded him for so long — or possibly not long at all, depending on how much time you had actually spent under the desk.
The footsteps dragged slowly around the adjacent room, purposefully hitting the floor with more force, as if he wanted to make you hear his approach, let that anticipation build. A smile crept onto your face at the sudden thought of him stomping around the whole facility the entire time, waiting patiently for it to pay off. You now knew it would, in but a matter of a few short minutes. You listened closely, the steps stopping and the sound of various things being moved and opened, before they resumed their casual, yet methodical strides back around and to the door of the room you were in. The hinged whined as the door was carefully pushed open and Victor let the silence fall once more, hesitating a mere few moments to listen for any sounds of you. His lips parted into a small, toothy grin.
There was really only one place to hide and that was underneath his desk, you both knew that. Victor felt his chest tighten ever so slightly at the thought of you easily trapping yourself once more but he didn't rush this moment of delicious tension. Sure, every room he had done the same, waltz around pretending not to know and barely checking anywhere because he knew you wouldn't be there. But this room was different — his tongue flicked out between his teeth — you were in here.
The surface of your skin prickled with rising goose bumps when he came directly for the desk, but stopped suddenly right beside it. A reflection of red light from the tip of his shoe caught your eye. Was he looking at the chair pulled out and assuming it was you? That you would be so careless as to leave it like that? Did he contemplate whether it was in fact you or if it was left this way to trick him into overthinking a probable red herring? No matter what, you braced for the hand that would strike, grabbing you by your collar to drag you out and up to his face. It never came. Your lungs sucked in deeper breaths as he stood there. You couldn't above his knees. You couldn't see where his eyes were looking, no doubt hidden behind that visor he would most definitely be using to cheat. A sudden click broke the silence. You inhaled through your noise and bit your lip.
The room descended back into darkness when Victor switched his lens to the smallest one of the three. He had no need of night vision anymore, he didn't wish to use it to actually see you hiding underneath Dr Richardson's desk, he wanted to savour the raw moment of seeing your face in the dim crimson light. Oh, but how to go about it. Should he place a hand at the edge of the polished wood and bend down to stare at you through the abyss? Or perhaps he should move fast and grab you by the throat and haul you up to meet his gaze before you had a chance to take another breath. Or, better yet...
You flinched. Victor abruptly moved and his whole body collapsed into the chair, inches away from you. His shoes were mere millimetres from your own. The hand closest to you rested just barely under the desk, you could brush your forehead against his fingertips if you dared to twitch. You swallowed dryly, unsure if he wanted you to say anything. There was no possible way he didn't know you were there, so why bother to take a minute to rest in a random office? Unless, that was, he had trapped you once more, in a trap of your own making.
"So..." He uttered your name in a hushed voice, "Tell me, did you think this was going to work?" You felt your face go warm, you really had cornered yourself all for him. "I got the impression that you're not one to play fair in this game." His shoe nudged your toes and his nails briefly scratched at your skin. You pulled your head back and grimaced as it quietly hit the top of the desk with a thunk. "I thought you would put yourself in a position where you thought you could run" — The chair legs grinded against the floor, moving the chair so he was fully facing you — "am I mistaken?"
In this position, you could only really stare at his crotch, his legs wides and his hands resting on top of his knees. In this instance, yes, he was mistaken. Your intentions were to run, like you were want to do in your younger year when playing hide-and-seek, but you didn't quite think it all through properly, did you? Still, his teasing made a fire spark in your chest, a desire to defy him, regardless of the utterly dreadful position you had forced yourself into. He would catch you, that was clear, but you weren't about to prove him right, either.
It was an awkward start, you had to take a second to plan how you would launch yourself from your hiding spot that didn't end up with you clocking your head harshly on the wood above you, or trap your legs underneath your body and bend them at wrong angles. Eventually, you made your move. Your arms reached out from your sides and your gripped the edges of the drawers on either side of you. Your body tilted forwards, allowing your legs to fold under your torso and kick off behind you. Victor watched you appear, the light catching your determined features, springing forth and almost jumping right into his lap, before coiling around and launching yourself to the side.
"I must say, that was quite impressive." His voice rose from a whisper to his norm, a hand lazily lifting from his leg to grab the back of your lab coat with chilling precision in the darkness. With your momentum still carrying you, your head jerked back and your feet kicked out, and you landed with a thud on your behind. Victor dragged you against the floor under your back hit the side of his leg.
"Using night vision to search is cheating," You blurted out in an attempt to put some pressure on him instead, craning your head back and around to glare at him from the corner of your eye.
"While I might have used it to navigate in the dark, I turned it off when actively searching, didn't you hear?" His teeth glinted in the light as he spoke.
He wasn't wrong. You had heard it, though you assumed that was him turning it on instead of off, like he said. A part of you didn't believe him, yet you kept that to yourself.
"So," You leaned your head back against his leg, mimicking him and about to make idle conversation about whether or not you should make him hide, or if he wanted another round, when, all of a sudden, you were pulled upwards. You gagged as the front of your collar dug into your throat, then grunted in discomfort when he removed his grip from your coat and instead wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "Victor!" Your tone was halfway between annoyed and amused. "This isn't your office, nor is it mine!" You pouted and folded your arms, the swift act of affection catching you completely off guard.
The rough skin of his cheek came to nuzzle at your neck, the cool metal of his visor nudging your jaw and his thin hair tickled the underside of your chin, making you snort with a short burst of quiet laughter. His cracked lips pressed against where your skin was about to disappear under your shirt and you shivered at the feeling. Your arms remained folded, but your head slowly tilted to the side to allow him better access, to glide his forked tongue back up your neck and over your pulse. You shifted in his lap and let slip a gentle whine in his ear. You caught him whispering your name beneath your jaw until, all of a sudden...
"Christ," Your eyes squeezed shut and your face crumbled at the bright light.
"Ah, looks like the power is back on," Victor noted and swiftly removed his hands from you, now choosing to lift you up and place you back on your unsteady feet.
He rose out of the leather chair and removed his visor, placing it in an inner pocket in his lab coat. You remained stood still, staring dumbfounded at him with wide eyes. It wasn't unlike him — such acts, whenever a fleeting private moment you two managed to share was ultimately ended, for Victor to leave you and promptly return to whatever it was he was doing without giving you nary a second thought, leaving you dangling right on the edge. You hated how many times it had happened now and you had half a mind to tell him that you were keeping track. However, in the blink of an eye, he was at the door.
"I'm assuming Dr Richardson shall be returning, now that the power has been restored, so it would be polite for you to remove yourself from his office." Oh, you felt very now alright, with anger more than anything. His grin pulled wider at the sight of you shooting him such a glare, he dared laugh at you, knowing that in a few hours he could seek you out to rile you up all over again.
Victor left you there, fuming on the spot, and made the long walk back to his office, to return to his work like your little game between yourselves never happened. That is, of course, until his desire to seek you out again overtook his thoughts once more.
I have something really nsfw I want to write for gideon, and I've been thinking about writing it for a while now but I just feel really nervous about posting it.
I just feel really nervous about people not liking it, or feeling weirded out by it. Honestly I might just put it on ao3 and not post it here
For anyone interested I've posted my intro/writing request guidelines over on rabbits of nemesis! Sooo if anyone wants any cute gideon headcanons head on over there
Could I make a request for a headcanon/scenario where victors partner is a marine biologist with a minor in virus research?
Ooo interesting! I'm not very knowledgeable about marine biology but I'll give it a bloody good go!
All requests are also posted to ao3 here as well.
Victor had always been intrigued about your line of work.
Whilst he, when initially working under Umbrella and then later The Connections, has experimented with land-dwelling animals, you on the other hand, are more focused on creatures that dwell in the ocean.
Though virology is not your main focus of study, it goes hand-in-hand with your work under Umbrella, and then under The Connections with Victor.
Your colleagues were fascinated by your theories and research into how the T-virus could be used to create aquatic B.O.Ws that could be incredibly effective against ships and submarines, as well as coastal warfare.
Victor, however, was more so fascinated by the extra papers you wrote at Spencer's behest, about how aquatic life had evolved over the course of existence, how they have adapted to pollution, hunting, environmental changes, and so on.
You both were close confidants during the 'golden years' of Umbrella, and continued to remain close after it was forced into bankruptcy, going on to work under The Connections together.
Upon the purchase of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Centre, Victor arranged for a personal lab to be built underneath the main building, all for you.
Above, human and animal blood was experimented on by him.
Below, marine animal blood was experimented on by you.
You were also granted your own quarters, adjacent to your lab, where you could live in secrecy from the rest of the world and where Victor could secretly visit you from time-to-time.
Sometimes you would come into the specimen hall and he would be there, stood at a tank with a horrifically mutated fish or mammal held in stasis, staring with a giddy grin on his cracked lips.
"Such fascinating creatures, don't you think?"
You would tease him, pulling him from his thoughts.
The two of you would talk research, talk about Elpis, about the troubles of your experiments, the poor soul who lost their life to a mutated crustation you kept in another room.
"You must not have fed it well, if it snapped the man clean in two, hm?"
The paperwork following a fatality gave you a headache, so Victor graciously took it off your hands, proclaiming he would do it for you.
He wouldn't.
He'd mention it casually to Zeno and make him do it instead.
That means he'd get to spend more time with his beloved partner.
Oh, and don't worry about that tank of mutated piranhas that cannibalised each other during the night, any subjects you would lost, he'd get replaced as soon as humanly possible.
Your face when he walked in on you staring wide-eyed at nothing but red mist and viscera broke his heart. You'd worked so hard on keeping them fed and entertained and all of them were gone, just like that.
By the end of the week you'd have freshly caught ones, all the more ready for your next batch of testing and you'd give him a chaste kiss as a thank you for his efforts.
The two of you are an odd and frankly messed up power couple but you're attached at the hip, inseparable.
You'd do anything to see his research succeed and he'd do the same for you.
there is something so crazy and powerful about having art of your oc that was made by anyone other than yourself. like oh my god you actually exist outside of my own brain that's WILD
