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Viktor nation, we still alive?
I love this little cisn’t man, he’s so pretty
(Not canonically 🏳️⚧️, but that’s my fav headcanon)
butt :>
Piltover!Viktor augmented back concept sketches!
Something, something, I only ever seem to post wips, something, something. (what even is rendering?? like, wtf?? how do you do it??)
Dearest Writer,
Oh hell yeah.
- Sincerely,
romance deprived maladaptive daydreamers.
Distracting
Synopsis: your usually rather easy to work with, but recently Viktor has found himself easily distracted by you..a lot of you. Especially tonight, when you decided to wear that dress.
WARNINGS; Viktor x F!reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, Viktor pining mostly, only a hint of sexual tension of you squint
I didn’t proofread this bc I wrote it on a plane, have fun though
Viktor has felt his hands shaking for the better half of an hour at this point, his cane held in a white knuckled grip as he watch you casually stroll about the party.
His amber gaze had locked to your spine as soon as you walked back him after a short greeting..despite the heaven it seemed to see your bare skin, that dress surely was from hell, hand sewn by the devils himself.
The dress itself was classy, high neckline, form fitting sure, but that long leg slip was a crime. It crept up your leg, if you sit just right it would likely show a hint of your hip (or so Viktor had expertly theorized). But what was causing the most pressure in his knuckles, was the lack of back on the gown..a large view of your bare skin exposed to the air, ending just under your waist, it had been a long few hours.
He sipped his drink, taking his planned break from watching you, but that appears to be an exactly when you decided to approach, just when he had let his guard down. He nearly chocked when his eyes open to find you approaching, the click of your heels echoing across the hardwood floors of the ballroom before you tilt your head to meet his gaze, amused by the sudden panic that you caught flash over his features.
“Hey..enjoying yourself, Viktor?” You ask, settling next to him against the wall, taking the brief pause in wait for his reply to take a sip of your own drink.
He takes his time alright, at this Angel he could see exactly how close the hen of your dress is from slipping off your shoulder if only with the assistance of an eager hand, a less shaken one. He at this point had also taken note of the deep shade of red on your lips, only a hint darker than the dress. He struggled through the thoughts, now registering the question and panicking at what must have been an eternal amount of time,
“Uh..yes..yes. The party it is,” he tried, he sure did, “lovely..” but his mouth failed him as did his gaze when it flickered over your exposed skin once more.
You give a light chuckle, turning further toward him and stealing away his view. He does a better job hiding the disappointment of not yet recognizing of that was indeed a freckle just above your shoulder blade.
“Well that’s a surprise, you hate parties don’t you?”
He offers you a light toggle of his head in reply, glancing away to find a new focus. God knows if he was to try and focus on you, his gaze would just find itself on the lipstick you wore again, and he wouldn’t risk you catching that.
He settled on the door across the way, sipping his drink again only to find his lips met with nothing. He lifted the glass to his eye line, inspecting to discover he had in-fact run out of his champagne. Viktor have a gentle huff of amusement, or disappointment, gesturing it at you as he would sometimes do in the lab with certain tools or noted when they had broken or been written incorrectly. And as always he found comfort in your light laugh.
You glance at the glass, confirming his suspicions correct.
“Poor thing..how will you ever survive the rest of the party without ur social crutch.” You tease, tapping his glass lightly with one finger and inspecting your own glass, still mostly full.
“I can socialize perfectly find without a drink” he insists, flipping the glass upside down in his hand to that he held it by the support now.
“Really? Because you have been standing here since the party began-“
“I’ve been distracted” he defends again, tilting his head at you lightly and swaying the glass. His gaze is calm until he sees yours change. Your eyes light up with curiosity and mischief as the weight of his reply fully hits you, and he feels the hit directly in his stomach as he does too.
“Distracted?” You ask, leaning closer to search his gaze for hints. “By what? Or who? Is it someone here?” You ask feverishly.
He’s screwed. You expect an answer and even in the event that there wasn’t one, which there most definitely was, you wouldn’t let up without one. And if he wasn’t careful his eyes would float back to your dress again, and he could not allow for that to happen. He had been so deliberate Bout his casual observation of you in the past few weeks. Ever since you had handed him those notes, and he had noticed just how pretty your hands were. Your nails painted in a deep red color, and the shiny gold rings on your fingers that only further complimented what he had noted was your soft looking skin.
After that it was your hair, you had been leaning back into your chair after about an hour of inspecting the current project, and you had ruffled your locks sending the tufts to flutter gracefully around the crown of your head. He had noticed how the movement reminded him of a butterflies wings, and that the stray pieces had fallen around your cheek, which he had earlier found were round like one of those old pinups he had seen in pictures as a teenager..and how they would get rounder when you smiled.
And Janna the smile, you smiled so much..you smiled at everyone, but every time you did he couldn’t stop himself from turning just for a moment to catch it, one day finding the lab so frustrating that he had decided to start noting whenever you smiled at him, just for mild entertainment. He counted twelve, mostly when you were joking or messing with Jayce and seeking his approval on the bad jokes, however number ten had been when you offered him the last bite of your lunch.
‘You haven’t eaten all day, come on I know you like sandwiches, eat it’ you had fought for fifteen minutes with him about eating the damned thing before he finally pulled off his goggles and gave you a tired stare before taking the simple pb and j and took the last bite dramatically in front of you. And you gave him that sweet smile..that soft smile. It wasn’t one of mischief or teasing, but if genuine satisfaction. That one was his favorite from that days count.
And now you were back to that evil smile, leaning closer to him then he had noticed and he could feel his heart rate rising to an unhealthy speed as he struggled to move, his body wouldn’t let him escape your warmth.
“No one..not- no it’s just-“ he struggled, he was struggling hard enough that he had leaned his weight off his cane and felt himself begin to tip over. His arms flailed, as his body attempted to keep him from falling, but found a new savior in your hand clutching his and tugging him up as you gave a sharp and fluttering laugh. He clutched your forearms, shuttering at the almost fall. But once his balance returned he couldn’t find it in him to let go just yet.
“You alright there? I didn’t mean to scare you that much” he panted through the finale of your laughing fit..he couldn’t help but notice didn’t pull away yet either. It was a divine moment, watching his settle your breathing and flicker your face up to face his. Your hair was out of place, curling over your round cheeks again..perfect.
You tapped his arm before he released his grip, swiftly attempting an apology before stopped him by tilting your glass toward him. His gaze flickered to it then you, as he adjusted his grip back to his cane.
“Have the rest of mine, I don’t like drinking much anyways” you offered, and without much thought he found himself taking the glass in his own hand, reading you for his empty one. For a second he had felt your fingers graze in the exchange, and as he thought you were soft.
You give him a a slight touch on his shoulder and then a tap on the cheek as he step away, “If you get bored of people watching, let me know” was your parting words as you strolled back into the social gathering, your back again becoming his main focus.
He watched you move away, again frustrated by how easy it was to get lost in how your spine moved before he glanced at the champagne in his hand. His cheeks flushed harshly at the presence of a dark stain kissed onto the glasses edge where you had drank from it. And with a deep shakily sigh, he checked for any spying eyes before hesitantly sipping from the abandoned lipsticks placement..he remained distracted for the rest of the party..and did in-fact lie when Jayce asked about why he still had the glass when they had returned home.
I will be ridiculously honest, I like this story just don’t wanna lose this post again 💅🏾
A Night to Remember (Part 1)
ModernAU!Viktor x f!Reader x Jayce Talis | 4K | 18+
Jayce and Viktor hold an end-of-semester party for their co-workers at the university, but not for entirely innocent reasons. They’re both hoping you’ll show up and give either of them a chance, since you’ve been extremely flirty with both of them in the past. This turns into a little friendly competition, and ends in a way neither of them expected.
A/n: this ended up being so damn long that I decided to break it into parts. probably there will be 3 or 4 in total. strap in for the long haul babes, because this is going to be a long ride 😏
PART 2 | PART 3
Everything was perfect. All the best bottles were lined up against the bar wall, Jayce having to refrain from reaching out and completely centering each one. The house’s music system was connected and streaming a curated playlist Viktor had put together, containing all your favourite songs. All that was left was for you to show up.
“Heard anything yet?” Jayce asked, bringing his thumb to his mouth. Viktor lifted a hand and wrapped it around his wrist, tugging it away before he could start chewing on his nail.
“Well…” Viktor leant against the counter next to his friend, pressing on the little circle of your face. Your recent Instagram story popped up, showing a mirror selfie of you surrounded by your friends as you got ready, a black cowboy hat askew on your head as you lifted a bottle of apple cider to your lips.
“You told her she didn’t need to bring anything, right?” Jayce asked nervously. “I don’t have any party tricks, dude. I’m the cocktail guy, That’s it.”
Viktor huffed a laugh, “Someone’s nervous.”
“Hey,” he frowned, “I’m not the one meticulously planning to queue up the ‘perfect entrance song’ for (Y/n)’s arrival. Seriously, how are you going to time that- Ow!”
Viktor’s smile fell as he accidentally stomped his cane down onto Jayce’s foot. “My bad,” he shrugged, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “She will be here in approximately…” Viktor tapped his chin, muttering, “based on previous parties, she tends to arrive almost an hour late. Never the full hour, though, she never wants to appear rude… hmph, I would say fifteen minutes.”
Jayce shook his head, laughing. “You’re so fucking whipped.”
“Eh, I prefer ‘well-prepared’,” Viktor replied, “Anyway, I am only as ‘whipped’ as you.”
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Could we get a Viktor drabble where he’s doing that thing teenagers do when they written their name and your name in their journal to see how they sound with your last name?
And getting caught 👀
As you wish, anon. And if Viktor getting caught writing things about reader is your jam, might I suggest A Theory by @gaybybirth which is the fic that dragged me kicking and screaming back into writing on tumblr.
Round and around and around that long finger. How he could twirl chestnut strands so much and not have given himself a permanent little curl or even a tiny bald spot behind his ear was beyond you. As it was he had cowlick after wispy soft cowlick curling errantly in the mess of his hair. It was irritatingly endearing, terribly distracting. Had your own fingers itching every time he started up that bad habit to slap his hand gently aside and and rake your own fingers back down his scalp. Difficult not to think what it would feel like, the silk mess of that hair carded between fingers. To watch him tilt is head back, close those tired amber eyes slowly. Thick lashes dark against pale cheekbones. Let you kiss bruised, tired eyelids softly...
No.
No, thoughts ran away with you far too easily. Not even thoughts - silly fantasies. He was terribly busy, terribly important. Him and Mr. Talis. Busy building the future of Piltover and leashing the power of those terrifyingly unstable hex crystals to allow teleportation across continents, across worlds. And all you could think of was touching that babyfine soft hair that formed a v at the nape of his neck. About the way his voice was always so softly quiet, terribly gentle.
He'd let you hold one, once. A hex crystal. Dropped it into your palm and smiled at how you'd sucked breath in hard and fast as you cradled it like a live bomb. Closed your cupping palms around it with his own.
"Can you feel it?" He asked.
All you could do to swallow, throat sandpaper grit and eyes round saucers. You could feel his fingertips against the outside of your wrists, feel the brush of his thumbs against your own and the warm of his palms to your knuckles. And yes... the shallow pulsing electric vibration of the deadly dangerous crystal you held. Like licking a battery without the copper taste, and with the warning crackle through the whole of your forearms straight to spine.
Lightening in a stone, if not a bottle.
Blue luminescence reflected in gold eyes as he pulled the careful cup of your hands apart and took the stone back. Eyes only for one thing and it surely wasn't for the tech assistant in faded grey and tatty coveralls, constantly smeared in gear grease and always in the background; fixing all the little minor issues the new golden boys of Piltover managed to create with their unlimited intellect and vastly overestimated mechanical expertise.
Sure, they could both design the future, write complex mathematic and arcane problems as foreign to you as Noxian calculus... but ask either to find the actual source of a lack of power in a time train gear network they had designed? Forest for the trees, you supposed. It was fine, you were good with details, with the trees, if this metaphor held.
Details like that hair twirling. Like his shy smile. Like how you'd be under and deep in the guts of a piece of mech and fumbling blindly for a tool only to have him press it into your searching fingers. Never could figure out how he always knew exactly what you were looking for without even having been asked. Nine eighths spanner? In your fingers. Ten quarter allen wrench? Done. The finest pair of needle nose pliers? His fingertips soft against your grease stained palm as he pushed it there in silent passing. Reading your mind.
If only you could read his.
So nice then, that one night, when you’d dragged yourself out from under the guts of their latest prototype, to find him sat there alone, the only other living soul in the lab and shaking an empty pen between twirling the silk licks of his hair.
You rolled tired shoulders and unzipped coveralls to tie the arms round your waist over your sweated tank top. Wandered over to pull the pen from his fingers and put a fresh one in hand. So lost in thought he failed to notice. Went right back to scribbling. Curiosity had you glance over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of whatever incomprehensibly complex mathematics he was entrapped in.
And instead stared down at two open pages scrawled with your name. And his. And little rough sketches and doodles that had a heat rising under your skin with the searing intensity of a late summer sunburn. Under your lean over his shoulder Viktor had swam to the surface, fresh pen stilling its most recent scrawl of your name before it dropped and he scooped one elegant hand under the jacket of his notebook to slam it shut and spin on you. Luminous golden eyes wide.
Before you could stop yourself you’d reached past him fast as a striking snake and grabbed up the notebook. Back pedaled a few steps as you flipped through it. Your name, his name, doodles and drawings and.... oh. You turned that page sideways and squinted. OH.
“Wait. Please...” His voice was broken, begging. Mortified.
“Viktor. Do you...” You were going to tease him, grinning, delighted. Until you looked up and saw him wilt, the fine splay of one hand hiding half his face as he slumped back onto his lab stool. Oh no.
Still, you weren’t giving that book back. Yet. Tucked it behind the small of your back in the waistband of coveralls and closed in on him. Very much emboldened by all the scribbles on those pages, lovely spidery litany of your name over and over again intertwined with his. Had you slot yourself between the long spread of his lean thighs. Permanently stained and calloused hand tugging away the one that hid his face by the wrist.
He resisted, and for a strained second you felt sure he was going to rise, spindle legs carrying him backward off the stool and out of the lab. But instead he gave, and let his hand drop, heat burning fever under pale skin beneath. Hot as steam burnt steel under your fingers as you caught up the fine angles of his face. Glad he didn’t seem to mind the scent of gear grease and petrol on your skin. Or how rough your thumb was as you slid it over the little freckle under his eye.
“Have you settled on one?” You couldn’t help your teasing nature, had to ask. So pleased he would be so obsessed as to fill pages with your names together.
“Please.” Still pained, he tried to pull his face from the frame of your hands, tried to reach round you to grab the book back. Instead you caught his arm behind you and pressed it higher as you leaned in.
Took a chance and pushed your forehead to his temple. Watched him exhale a shiver and turn amber eyes up toward yours. So close you could see the flecks of brown and green imbedded in the gold depths. Unable to help yourself, you pressed him.
“What else have you written about us?”
Favorite fictional man with my favorite flower! <3
I just love him ur honor
He’s just a baby. Hi baby!!
Viktor getting what he deserves❤❤❤
Jinx: He doesn't deserve you. If he doesn't treat you right by now, you're gone
Viktor: I'm gone
Jinx: NOW GO CHOP HIS DICK OFF-
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in Viktor's soul during his reunion with Jayce.
I CAN NOT BELIEVE I TRUSTED JAYCE. JAYCE I WANTED TO BELIEVE IN YOU
What the actual fuck
Viktor was the most content hes ever been, the healthiest he's even been and you SHOOT HIM IN THE FYCKING CHEST
How. HOW does jinx have better impulse control than jayce this season????
I cant wait a week
I can't do this
Viktor just went from being some guy to my all time favourite Arcane character. Funniest possible direction they could’ve gone with him. Every fuck in his mind body soul was spent and gone when he emerged from that goop. Woke up purple from a near death experience and immediately dumped his situationship, quit his job, fucked off to the undercity wearing nothing but a blanket and then became the second coming of Christ on accident. King of protecting his peace. Imagine being that guy who tried to shank him. Some Czech twink with dick and balls hanging out starts glowing and then magically cleanses the poison from your body. I’d be on my knees worshipping him too man what a fucked up situation. Someone please get him some trousers
No but Jayce must have been so confused. Like imagine you almost get exploded by a terrorist attack and your partner almost dies so to save him you, a) discover that he has a purple leg because he let your decade long science project drink his blood or whatever and then b) use his notes to do more illegal and immoral magic-science to encase him in a goop chamber so your decade long science project can rebuild his body.
Then you sleep next to his goop-cocoon for who knows how long before suddenly he's crawling out of the goop naked as the day he was born and purple from head to toe, then when you're all like "I finally understand now" (crazy btw) "let's do science together for the rest of our days <3" he suddenly and without warning tells you he wants a divorce and then nopes out of not only your office but the country -- still purple and naked as the day he was born btw
Like. What do you even do with that?
Viktor s2 spoilers without context
Viktor in his freaky era coming soon
guys you dont even understand how much I need Viktor to become the mentally ill man I know he is like in season two I need to see him acting like an absolute freak if you know what I mean
he’s so obsessive so dynamic…….. viktor i love you now and I’ll love you at your craziest but the real question is can Jayce handle all that (he absolutely cant this is about to go down in history as the worst gay situationship ever)
Audibly said oh my God I love that
Memento Mori
"I'll never make mistakes again, for you..."
Kinda hope we get a callback to the "it's viktor" line or jayce's "he's like a brother to me" in season 2 yk
Like viktor has all the machine heraldy stuff on and jayce says something like "ive never even met you" or "who/what are you" and viktor takes the mask off and it's like it's viktor
Or maybe the reveal happens through someone else to jayce. Like jayce asks if they know who's doing all of this and an enforcer (maybe caitlyn??) goes "it's viktor"
And I'd like them to do something with the brothers line because to me, that really screams vander and silco, and since we're probably getting more development for them maybe we'll see more of viktor and jayce in how they used to be, not just vi and jinx (still love them tho).
Like I know a lot of people really don't like that line because it gets in the way of jayvik, and if it were in any other context I wouldn't like it, but with all the sibling drama in arcane and all of the parallels between specifically siblings or sibling adjacent I feel like it's setting something up
We're just not sure what that is yet
I think viktor also really needs to start interacting with more characters because if jayce and silco can meet then viktor can talk to more than the same 5 people (and that's a bit of a stretch)
I miss viktor arcane dearly
I WATCHED ARCANE FOR THE LESBIANS. IM A GODDAMN LESBIAN. I HATE MEN. SO TELL ME WHY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS DYING BITCH
LET ME OUTTTTTTT
Complete word vomit but like what if viktor decides that whatever the 'arcane' is too dangerous or comes at too high a cost and starts The Glorious Evolution from there?
Maybe he feels responsible for whatever the weird magic orb thingys are and decides that all of this mess (not just with the hex core but also with zaun and piltover) was due to human error so now he thinks he has to help people by getting rid of their 'flaws' like they're ability to make the kinds of mistakes he made in s1.
We know he already doesn't want the hex core to be around anymore so why would he suddenly become infatuated with it?? Like sure maybe it has an influence over him, but I seriously doubt it would last all season
Plus viktors whole Thing is helping people why would he stick with the hex core and all it's bs if it means either vaporising people or shimmer? Viktor is smart that's like the first thing we know about him I feel like he'd find a way out of the hex core's thrall
Idk I just don't really want to watch hex core bs for like a quarter of next season, I'll still probably like it tho
The fact we got mh viktor spoilers from a fucking PONY
I'm shiting myself rn
I am in desperate NEED of new viktor content
Even fan stuff it seems like I've looked at it all. I need something to fuel my hyperfixation desperately
I am losing my mind. I have no one to talk to about arcane I have very little fan content for my fav and the actual official promotional material has no sign of him.
This month is longer than every single month before it istg
May wasnt this long
June wasn't this long
It's unfair, arcane season 2 should be out now I actually cannot wait any longer
I feel like that feeling when your trying to fall asleep on Christmas eve when your like 7
I physically can't do this anymore
Arcane is the only thing I think about at thus point with just a little splashing of tmagp
I've started drawing FAN ART which I never do
I feel like doing a wee jig at all times
I am so excited
If I get anything more spoiled than I already have I'm going to riot
I am so sorry if this made no sense I'm really tired
Honestly I can't wait for viktor to be a little evil yk
Like he deserves to be a super villain, just as a little treat
“If you’re going to change the world...don’t ask for permission...“
RIOT BLESSED ME WITH PRE MACHINE HERALD VIKTOR AND IVE BEEN SOBBING UNCRONTROLLABLY FOR DAYS