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[savi0rr]

It’s been a while..heh.

[savi0rr]

You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤

Letter on my site :)

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small touches .ᐟ

kusuo saiki x fem! reader ⟢ established relationship & fluff

Summary: In which, he's not a fan of any sort of touching, whether it be from his parents or his so-called friends. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone because of you.

"Coffee Jelly!" - Normal Speaking "Coffee Jelly!" - Saiki Speaking

Saiki had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, a fact that became painfully evident to everyone around him. He typically made a concerted effort to avoid any form of touch, especially in public settings. Sure, every now and then he had let small gestures slide, particularly with his parents, mostly his dad—but that was neither here nor there. From the very first moment you had met him, it had been crystal clear that he wasn't fond of public displays of affection. He had even taken the time to explain—at length—why holding hands or showing any sort of affection in public was off the table.

So, it was nothing short of perplexing when, in the middle of the bustling arcade bustling with sounds of laughter and the beeping of games, he suddenly attempted to hold your hand. The sight of his fingers slowly inching towards yours while resting on the claw machine shocked you.

"Kusuo?" your voice cut through the cacophony of the arcade, a curiosity and disbelief coming from your tone. "What are you doing with your hand?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze trailing from his slightly twitching hand to his face.

His response came with a shrug, "Nothing." Saiki glanced away, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to dismiss the moment. But when he looked back at you, there was an unmistakable twitch at the edges of his lips. "Just hurry up," he added, yanking his hand away as if the contact had shocked him, letting it drop back to his side with a quiet thud against his pants.

With a nod, you redirected your attention back to the claw machine, determined to win a stuffed toy despite the frustration that was beginning to bubble up inside you as you maneuvered the joystick. You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your heart race slightly, and as you failed once again to snag a prize, you groaned in exasperation.

"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed, glaring at the machine as if it were the source of all your woes.

Saiki sighed, the sound of annoyance barely masking a hint of amusement. He knew he could easily use his powers to help you win on the first try. But something felt different this time; he wanted to support you without giving away his abilities. "Here," he said, leaning in closer, his presence warm against your back. His hand covered yours, guiding it over the joystick with an unexpected gentleness. 

In a moment of shock, you instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened with a subtle insistence. Saiki manipulated your movements with deft skill, shifting the joystick over to the very stuffed animal you sought. With a slight tug, the claw grasped it on the first attempt, lifting it triumphantly into the winning chute. "There, happy?" he asked, his voice smooth but slightly muffled as he took a step back, slipping his hands into his pockets while carefully gauging your reaction.

You beamed, an involuntary smile lighting up your face as warmth prickled your cheeks. "Thank you!" you replied, bending down to retrieve the small white rabbit stuffed animal, its floppy ears bouncing as you pulled it out. "You didn’t need to help me, you know," you added, a playful lilt in your voice.

Saiki shrugged, glancing away as if the moment held no significance. "No problem," he muttered, though the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips.

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"There are so many people here," you observed, your gaze sweeping across the busy arcade, taking in the multitude of laughter and excited shouts surrounding you.

"That's annoying," he replied, his mouth pressed into a thin line, marking his clear distaste for the crowd.

Just as you began to ask why he wasn’t expressing the irritation with any verbal complaint, you felt his grip suddenly wrap around your hand, pulling you through the throng of bodies. "Kusuo—!" you stumbled in surprise, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the maze of people, his hand firmly clasping yours.

Once you finally broke free from the clutches of the crowd, you noticed your cheeks were flushed with a pretty pink color, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the bustling activity around you. "What was that about?" you asked, frowning slightly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a wave of disbelief washing over you.

Saiki remained silent, eyes focused straight ahead, his usual stoic expression masking whatever thoughts ran through his mind. "You were taking too long," he shrugged, casting a sidelong glance down at you, an eyebrow quirking up in faint annoyance.

"I think I pulled a muscle," you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, trying to mask the discomfort with laughter.

Saiki frowned at your comment, an eyebrow raised as he looked away. "Not my problem," he muttered, already fixing your shoulder pain.

"Oh! The pain went away!" you said suddenly, blinking slowly as confusion crept over your features. "That was odd…but amazing!" you added with a bright smile, your excitement evident even in your bewilderment.

"Yeah. Now let's go," Saiki said, the corner of his mouth quirking up just the slightest bit as he tugged you along again. His fingers remained interlocked with yours.

[savi0rr]

Less Clothes Next Time .ᐟ

Dante x Fem! Reader

In which, maybe styling something that could end the world isn't very good for anyone, but it does look good on him!

a/n: can you guys tell that i'm clearly a fake fan and only watched the show..

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"Goodwill?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow as he shot you a questioning glance. “Didn’t you get that money from last week?” You frowned, tilting your head to the side, a playful challenge in your eyes. “The money you were bragging about—the one that every demon hunter dreams of receiving; so much cash for such an amazing request?" A smile crept onto your face, teasing him.

Dante fell quiet, halting his brisk pace to rub his chin thoughtfully. “Look, babe, did you really have to call me out like that?” he grumbled, backpedaling to catch up with you. “There was a little setback!” he added, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. 

“Charming,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically, a playful twinkle in your gaze.

“Careful, hon; I might give you another reason to roll your eyes at me,” he teased, his hand sliding down to your lower back, sending an involuntary shiver through you. 

“Oh, stop it,” you murmured, trying to suppress a smile.

“First of all, I am not wearing that,” Dante declared, making a face as he watched you pick out a particularly worn-out black trench coat. 

“Why not?” you retorted, glancing down at the price tag, which read ‘half off.’ 

“It gets really annoying having to clean your coat,” you replied with a grin. “And besides, it’s a steal!” you giggled, tossing the trench coat into the cart with an air of triumph. 

“Is this your clever way to get me to take up more jobs?” Dante asked, eyeing the racks skeptically.

“If we had that money that you should have gotten, we wouldn’t be wandering around Goodwill,” you said, pulling a simple shirt from the wrack. “What size are you, anyway?” You rubbed your chin, pretending to ponder the question. Dante shot you a playful smirk.

“Extra, extra large,” he said with a wink, his voice low and teasing.

You paused, staring at him in mock disbelief, then playfully shoved the cart into him. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll be sleeping alone tonight!”

“This looks like it matches, right?” you asked, holding a striking dark red trench coat up to his necklace, the fabric catching the light. Dante glanced down, one eyebrow raised in skepticism.

“Is something wrong with my style already?” he asked, surveying his outfit as if it had suddenly betrayed him.

“Of course not!” you exclaimed, laughing as you shoved the coat into the already overflowing cart with a satisfied smile. “It’s just that you remind me of those cartoon superheroes who only have one or two outfits per episode—they never change!” 

Dante fell silent, his eyes widening in mock horror before he gasped dramatically. “I’m taking that to heart!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest as if you had just pricked his pride. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to be sleeping alone tonight,” he retorted, glancing away with a huff. 

He scanned the racks, pulling out a dress adorned with an outrageous, grandma-style pattern. “Maybe you need a change too!” he quipped, holding it up to your body with exaggerated flair. “For, you know… uh… your face! Yeah…” He added the dress to the cart, looking rather pleased with himself.

You laughed genuinely, shaking your head as you continued to dig through the clothing. “You honestly couldn’t think of anything better to say? I thought you loved my face!”

Dante remained quiet for a moment before nodding. “Okay, you’re right, but you still insulted me!” he shot back, leaning closer to you, a playful glint in his eyes.

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“No,” you sighed, leaning back in the chair outside the fitting rooms, an exaggerated expression of exhaustion on your face. 

Dante groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in frustration. “Babe! It’s been ages since we started shopping, and we’ve only managed to go through two aisles!” 

“Nothing matches your necklaces,” you countered, rising to your feet and walking toward him, your hands brushing against his shoulders as you did. “Maybe your old outfit suits you better,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Dante's eye twitched in mock annoyance. “You’re lucky I won’t send you to hell!” he grumbled, shutting the curtain to the fitting room with a decisive tug.

“Can you at least try on that fitted shirt?” you asked, giggling as a small smirk danced across your lips.

Dante didn’t immediately respond; instead, he opened the dressing room curtain and pulled you inside with a playful squeal.

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“I really didn’t mean to get us banned from Goodwill,” he said, adjusting his pants with a sly smirk that suggested mischief. Your cheeks flushed a deep pink as you hurriedly fixed your clothes.

“I’m never going shopping with you ever again!” you declared, stumbling to your feet, your heart racing.

“I’m sorry, who wasted whose time?” Dante retorted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a playful embrace.

“Whatever,” you replied, shaking your head.

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➜ ┊: (MASTERLIST) ᵎ ✰

╰┈➤ ❝ 愛している .ᐟ ❞

Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive:

Stomach Bug.ᐟ

To be Loved By a Painter.ᐟ

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Arcane:

Viktor:

All Too Well, Wife .ᐟ (Ten Minute Version)

Cozy Wife.ᐟ

Sneaky Wife.ᐟ

Loving Wife.ᐟ

Sweet Wife.ᐟ

Crystal Skies.ᐟ

Dirty Cash.ᐟ

Darling Wife.ᐟ

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Saiki K.:

Valentine Chocolates.ᐟ

Frozen Solid.ᐟ

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Ramshackle:

Stone:

You're Not Funny.

Shhh...It Won't Hurt!

Sweet Goods Melting

It's Hurting Me, Your Eyes Aren't Looking At Me

Pure Blood

Smile!

Smallest Of Secrets...

Skipp:

THAT APPLE FELL ON MY HEAD

Space!

Kindness Of Hearts

Vinnie:

YOUR HAIR BROKE THE BRUSH

YOU CAN TALK TO ANIMALS?!

Sweet Tooth!

Pebble:

Being Good

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Sonny Boy: N/A

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HxH: N/A

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Genshin Impact: N/A

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Ouran High School Host Club: N/A

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Komi Can’t Communicate: N/A

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Angels Of Death: N/A

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Attack On Titan:

Levi Ackerman:

Recklessly Helpful

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Camp Camp: N/A

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Angels of Death: N/A

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Class of 09: N/A

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Wicked: N/A

ongoing editing

[savi0rr]

ᯓ⭒RULES .ᐟ

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「WHAT I'LL WRITE FOR」

• Fluff

• Angst

• After Care

• Borderline Smut (kinda like before anything freaky😈..)

• Romance

• Platonic

• Head-cannons

• Comfort

• Age Gap (Depending On The Character)

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⟶ 「WHAT I WON'T WRITE FOR」

• Smut (nsfw)

• SA

• Abuse

• Incest

undergoing editing

masterlist <-

return <-

[savi0rr]

If no one has told you lately, way to go tiger. 🤍

[savi0rr]

queen are u alive ?

no

[savi0rr]

Valentine Chocolates .ᐟ

Saiki K. x Fem! Reader

In which, Saiki wasn’t shocked to receive chocolates from you. It was mainly because it was gratitude chocolates—but you both knew that wasn’t true.

a/n: this is CLEARLY not proofread - edit: PLSSS IM GOJNG TO BACK AND FIX THIS CUZ I LOWKEY FORGOR HE DOESNT TALK WITH HIS MOUTH…but like ignore it..

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"Saiki!" Your cheerful voice cut through the stillness of the classroom, echoing in Saiki's mind like an unwelcome alarm. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, letting out a small sigh as he reluctantly lifted his gaze from the littered surface of his desk. You held out a small, beautifully wrapped package of chocolates, the shiny paper catching the light and reflecting a rainbow of colors.

“I wanted to give this to you,” you said, your voice brimming with excitement. The package was adorned with a delicate ribbon that danced as you moved, adding an extra layer of charm to your gift.

“They’re gratitude chocolates, of course!” you continued, your cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink, as if the warmth of your feelings was painting your skin. Saiki raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between curiosity and skepticism. His gaze fell to the chocolates, and he took them from you with a hesitant hand, the slight brush of your fingers sending a jolt through him. “Thank you,” he replied, his voice low and curt, but as he glanced back up at you, he couldn’t help but notice the radiant glow of joy that lit up your face. 

You were clearly a bundle of nerves and excitement, your inner thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of determination: “They are just gratitude chocolates. They are just gratitude chocolates!” Still, Saiki felt an undercurrent of something deeper tugging at him, a sense that these chocolates held more weight than you were willing to acknowledge.

“I couldn’t remember which chocolates you liked since you enjoy… everything!” you explained, tilting your head slightly to the side with a shy, inviting smile. Your demeanor was infectious, and for a brief moment, a glimmer of enthusiasm sparked in Saiki’s typically impassive eyes. But then guilt washed over him like a cold wave; here you were, showering him with thoughtful treats while he hadn’t prepared anything for you. The most frustrating part was that, despite the irritation you sometimes stirred within him, you were the one person he could tolerate with surprising ease. 

The silence that followed stretched on uncomfortably, almost tangible in the air, as you fidgeted with your hands, a bead of sweat starting to form on your brow. “I’ll see you later,” you finally

said, your voice breaking the tension as you turned on your heel to make your exit. Saiki felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to stop you, as if something vital hung in the balance. “Wait,” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head in annoyance at himself.

You turned back, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of hope swirling within them. He sighed heavily, resigning to the impulse building within him. Reaching into his bag, the familiar sound of rustling paper filled the air as he pulled out a small heart-shaped box of chocolates. The box, adorned with gentle curves and wrapped with a soft red ribbon, radiated a warmth and charm that contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor.

Your eyes widened with pure delight, and a bright smile spread across your face, turning your cheeks a rosy shade of pink reminiscent of spring cherry blossoms. “You bought me chocolates?” you exclaimed, the happiness in your voice ringing like music in his ears as you accepted the box eagerly, cradling it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. Saiki tilted his head slightly, momentarily taken aback by the sheer joy that illuminated your features—a look reminiscent of a child discovering a long-coveted toy on Christmas morning.

“Thank you, Saiki!” you chirped, your voice bubbling with enthusiasm as you beamed at him. Saiki shrugged casually, leaning back in his seat, trying to downplay the subtle warmth creeping into his chest at your earnest gratitude.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” you called out cheerfully, your footsteps light and airy as you dashed away, leaving a lingering sense of joy in your wake. Saiki rubbed his temples, exasperation etching lines across his forehead. God, he hated Valentine’s Day.

[savi0rr]

Recklessly Helpful .ᐟ

Levi Ackerman x Fem! Scout! Reader

In which, Levi isn’t very fond of the idea of having you has bait—leaving you injured during the process.

a/n: back in my aot era

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ,✦

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ,✦

The sound of heavy boots striking the hard floor jolted you awake, an urgent rhythm that pulled you from the depths of sleep. The faint, warm scent of a candle flickering nearby swam through the air, swirling around your senses and making your head spin in confusion. A sharp pain radiated through your torso, sharp and unforgiving, while a faint ringing resonated in your ears, almost like an echo of a distant storm.

“Don’t move,” Levi commanded, his voice low and unwavering, cutting through the haze of your disorientation. Instinctively, your body tensed, and you struggled to blink your eyes open, adjusting to the dim light that danced softly around the room thanks to the candle’s glow beside your bed. “What…?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely rising above a rasp.

“That was quite a stunt you pulled today,” he continued, taking deliberate steps toward your bedside, his arms crossing tightly over his chest like a shield. “Leading a group of Titans away from us and recklessly putting yourself in danger just to save your comrades.” He sighed, his piercing gaze roving over your visibly injured form, worry etching faint lines into his usually stoic features. “You saved at least ten today. But you didn’t save yourself,” he said, his tone stern as he locked his eyes onto yours, sharp like daggers.

Silence cloaked the room, your brow furrowing in thought. “You’re lucky I saved you,” Levi stated bluntly, shifting down to the edge of your bed, his elbows resting firmly on his knees as he leaned in closer, his expression a mix of irritation and something softer. “It wouldn’t have been peaceful if you had died.” His words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken concern. “Don’t ever do that again, do you understand?” His eyes pierced into yours, searching for acknowledgment.

“I saved people?” you murmured, disbelief washing over you. Your body twitched slightly in pain, both from the injuries and the unexpected realization. Levi mentally winced, chastising himself for allowing this conversation to bloom. “Ten…” you repeated quietly, the number echoing in your mind. “Don’t get any ideas,” he interrupted your spiraling thoughts with a sharpness in his tone. “You almost lost your life because you wanted to play the hero… and look where you are now.” His voice was harsher than before, his gaze slipping away from your face as he sighed deeply, the weight of his frustration clear.

“But I was helpful,” you insisted, pushing yourself up slightly, desperation creeping into your tone.

Levi looked back at you, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You were, I suppose,” he conceded reluctantly, the grumble in his voice betraying an underlying softness. “But you scared everyone half to death.” For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, lines of worry etched deeply across his brow. “You made me have to calm them down. That’s not my job,” he snapped, though the irritation in his voice lacked true malice. Your heart raced at the realization.

“...Everyone was worried?” you ventured, your spirits lifting as hope flickered in your chest. Levi didn’t like the way your eyes brightened at the thought—it was not the reaction he had expected. He had braced himself for tears or anguish, not this glimmer of happiness.

“They were screaming,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “It gave me a headache.” 

Determined, you attempted to sit up, but he quickly pressed you back down against the bedding. “Ow!” you whined, pain shooting through your body in protest. “Don’t move. You’ll just hurt yourself more,” he commanded, pressing his hands firmly but gently on your shoulders, grounding you back into the mattress. “And I don’t need a whining excuse for bait to be moaning and groaning,” he added with a long-suffering sigh, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary, warmth radiating from his palm.

“But you don’t seem to mind that, though…” you muttered under your breath, a challenging glint in your eye. Levi’s body stiffened at your words, a fierce glare shooting your way, his eyes narrowed with frustration. “...Just get some rest, please,” he exhaled, huffing out a breath as if the very request himself was a monumental task.

[savi0rr]

i just wanted to say happy birthday to my GLORIOUS KING VIKTOR 🙏🙏

once i get on my him..we’re gonna ###### then im gonna ##### using the hexstrap then ######## until he’s crying ####### and then #### and when #### then we add Jayce ###### 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😊😊😊💕💕💕

[savi0rr]

All Too Well, Wife .ᐟ (Ten Minute Version)

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, Viktor has a small photo of you in his pocket. Every time he looks at it, he remembers it all too well.

"Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well."

a/n: In loving memory of my beloved Eras Tour. I was watching the live stream while writing this...

Warning: angst, mentions of death (reader), sad Viktor, illness, yap yap

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Today, as Viktor sat in the stillness of his dimly lit room, an unsettling wave washed over him, making his stomach churn. The silence felt oppressive, like a tangible weight pressing down on his chest. Turning his gaze to the bedside table, he spotted a framed photograph of you—one of the very few he cherished. Regret gnawed at him; he wished he had captured more moments, but you always shied away from the camera, insisting on avoiding the lens. Now, as fleeting memories began to swirl in his mind, he could almost hear your familiar voice teasing him to stop documenting every little thing. A small, sad sigh escaped his lips, and he fought with the urge to chuckle at the memory.

He leaned closer to the nightstand, drawn to your photo as if it were a lifeline in the ocean of his loneliness. The sight of your radiant smile had a soothing effect, temporarily easing the tension that had built up in his shoulders. In that snapshot of joy, he could almost hear your laughter echoing through the room, enveloping him in warmth. “Damn it…” he murmured under his breath, running a hand over his face, struggling to push away the mix of nostalgia and sorrow that gripped him. He set aside his cane, allowing himself to lie back on the mattress, feeling the familiar weight of emptiness settle in. “It’s so quiet without you, you know?” he whispered, stealing glances at your picture again, seeking solace in its presence.

Viktor had grown so accustomed to your incessant chatter and quick-witted retorts that the current silence felt utterly unbearable. It echoed around him, filled only with the painful remnants of memories, and he loathed it. Each second in this void seemed to stretch into eternity, filled with the agonizing truth that you were no longer there to fill the space. Frustration bubbled within him until he groaned loudly and pressed his hands over his eyes, wishing for a distraction from the reality he had to face.

After what felt like an eternity—though it had only been five minutes—he finally mustered the strength to sit up again. His fingers reached out instinctively for your photo, brushing against the smooth glass that guarded it. In that moment, it felt as though he were reaching out to touch your warm, living skin again. But then, the haunting memory of that horrid night surged back, the memory of your cold, lifeless body sending a shiver down his spine. He recoiled as if burned, his breath hitching in his throat. “What I would do… just to touch you again,” he whispered vulnerably, gingerly placing your picture back on the bedside table and trying to regain his composure.

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Viktor then leaned his cheek against the palm of his hand, his eyes fixated on a small photograph of you that he had slipped into his pocket earlier. When you were still alive, you were always by his side, refusing to leave him alone whenever you had the chance. He made it a point to carry your photo wherever he went; he didn't want anyone at the Academia to discover it. No one knew about your marriage or the sorrow of your death, and Viktor had intended to keep it that way… or so he thought.

He believed he was alone in this moment of vulnerability, having just watched Jayce leave not long before. But without his knowledge, Jayce had lingered nearby, peeking over his shoulder at the photo—a snapshot so full of life that it drew anyone’s attention. “Who’s that? She’s pretty,” Jayce’s voice cut through Viktor's reverie, startling him out of his daze. Viktor froze, his muscles tensing instinctively, and he hastily shoved the picture down onto the desk. “It’s rude to sneak up on people,” he snapped, furrowing his brows at Jayce in irritation.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Viktor’s sudden outburst. “I’m just teasing,” he responded, leaning back casually and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But seriously, who was that?” His tone shifted to genuine curiosity, tilting his head inquisitively. Viktor remained silent, his gaze dropping away from Jayce's knowing eyes. “Just an… old friend,” he eventually replied, leaning back in his chair, fully aware that his words felt inadequate. Jayce certainly sensed the lie; their friendship had been built on trust over many years.

“Right,” Jayce said, nodding slowly and making his way over to the other side of the lab, leaving Viktor to sit in the wake of his defensive emotions.

With a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding, Viktor’s body began to relax once more as he stole another glance at your smiling photo. Nervously, he shoved the picture back into his pocket, acutely aware of how deep and vulnerable his feelings were. He hated the thought of Jayce knowing about you, about the love they had shared.

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“I’m sorry,” he muttered softly, kneeling before your gravestone later that evening, his heart heavy with guilt. “Jayce saw you.” He traced his fingers over the cool grass beneath him, feeling the earth’s weight beneath his fingertips. “I know you wanted me to talk about you, but…” His voice trailed off, giving way to the silence that had settled around him. “You know how I feel about that, dear.” He pulled your photo out of his pocket once more, his eyes scanning it as if it were a precious artifact from a time long gone. “He even called you pretty,” he reminisced, tilting his head back slightly to remember the way your laughter had danced through the air.

His thoughts drifted further back as he recalled how Jayce had inquired about the ring on his finger, a gift that symbolized their bond. “I said it was a gift. I hope you aren’t upset with that,” he said, glancing away from the gravestone, aware of how you had once scolded him for insisting it was just a present. A wave of longing washed over him, and he wished more than anything to relive those days, when smiles were abundant and love was an unending presence. He missed you more than he could articulate, and the ache in his heart felt as fresh as it did the night you were taken from him. He remembers it all too well.

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[savi0rr]

thought abt viktor and wifey scenarios

- "you're staring!" "I like seeing you happy love"

- matching fits!!

- jayce and mel spying on them obv

- reading tgt!!

- picnic date + stargazing!

- meet jayce and mel? yea!!

- viktor being a softie for his wife and wifey js being the darling she is 🫶

Cozy Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, sitting by the fire with a book can be romantic. If you weren’t being stalked by a nosy duo.

a/n: no one talk to me on Sunday (the eras tour is ending)

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“Dear, which book should we read?” you asked, your fingers gliding over the myriad of titles that crowded the bookshelf. The scent of aged paper and wood filled the cozy room, mingling with the warmth radiating from the crackling fireplace in front of you. Viktor remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration as he settled onto a small, soft cushion near the hearth. The dance of the flames cast a gentle flickering light across his thoughtful features. 

“Nothing nerdy,” you added playfully, glancing sideways at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Viktor raised an eyebrow in mock indignation and rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You pick,” he replied, leaning his crutch against the side of the cushion before resting his arm on his knee with a soft sigh. 

You nodded, your gaze darting to the shelves again. The colorful spines of novels seemed to whisper secrets and stories, each one beckoning for attention. After a brief moment of contemplation, you selected a book with an elegant cover adorned with swirls of gold. “Romance?” you teased, walking over to him with a playful sway in your step, taking a seat beside him, the cushion sinking slightly under your weight. 

Viktor perked up, his curiosity piqued as he tilted his head in your direction. “Romance? Of course…” he muttered under his breath in a tone that was half-annoyed and half-interested. You couldn’t help but giggle, your excitement bubbling over as you curled up next to him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. 

Slowly, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, but you noticed his muscles tensed slightly upon the contact of your skin against his. “You’re so dramatic,” you remarked, casting him a sideways glance as you opened the book to the first page, the pages crisp and fresh. 

“I am not,” Viktor shot back quickly, his voice sharp but betraying a hint of humor as he let out a small huff of frustration. You laughed, shaking your head with mirth. “I’m only teasing!” you said, prompting another huff from him. “… Kind of.”

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Just then, Jayce and Mel poked their heads over the windowsill, their curious eyes shining with interest as they observed the warm scene unfolding. “Oh my,” Mel drawled, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the sight of you and Viktor nestled together. “They look comfy,” she teased, glancing at Jayce, who seemed mesmerized as he focused intently on the two of you, utterly engrossed in the moment.

Leaning your head against Viktor’s shoulder, you let your eyes dance over the text on the page, becoming engrossed in the words. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Viktor was not actually reading; his eyes were fixated on you, mesmerized by the way the light from the fire softly illuminated your features, making your skin glow and your eyes sparkle like precious gems as they reflected the flames. He felt his heart begin to race, causing him to shift slightly on the cushion, a wave of nervous energy coursing through him.

“You okay?” you asked, perking up at his movement and momentarily breaking your focus on the book. Viktor felt his cheeks warm, his pulse quickening under your gaze. “I’m fine, love,” he muttered quietly, briefly diverting his eyes to the book before flicking them back to you. In that moment, your eyes locked, and your hands slowly slipped away from the book to rest in your lap. 

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side with a curious expression. Viktor, entranced by your earnestness, remained silent for a heartbeat before gently reaching up to caress your cheek with his thumb, eliciting a flutter of warmth from within you. The world around you seemed to vanish as you both leaned in slowly, drawn together by an invisible thread, feeling the warmth of each other's breath against your lips.

But just as the moment reached its delicate climax, a sudden crash echoed from outside, jolting you both apart. It was Jayce, having lost his balance, who landed unexpectedly on his back with a loud thud, sending an outside seal clattering to the ground beside him. Mel stumbled after him but managed to land gracefully on her feet, her expression a mix of astonishment and amusement. 

“What on Earth?” you muttered in disbelief, both startled and amused as you stood up, your heart racing from both the interrupted moment and the unexpected noise. Viktor’s hands fell away from you as you rushed to the window, peeking outside but finding everything oddly still. “That’s odd,” you grumbled, closing the blinds with a decisive click before walking back to join him on the cushion once more. 

He quickly placed his arm around your shoulder again, his fingers idly toying with the collar of your shirt, his warmth enveloping you once more. “Where were we?” he asked, trying to regain the atmosphere.

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“You idiot,” Mel called out to Jayce as they both ambled back toward the Academia, her voice laced with lighthearted reproach. Jayce, still on the ground, rubbed his back with a grimace of embarrassment. “I don’t know what happened,” he mumbled, cheeks aflame from the fall and the attention, attempting to mask his discomfort with a nervous chuckle.

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love the viktor with wife scenarios!! can u do one where they're on a date and COINCIDENTALLY (or not) jayce and mel found them!

prollt viktor saying "I genuinely dont know why my brain stops whenever I'm looking st you. Maybe I'm going crazy"

silly arguments and all

jayce finally realizes that viktor indeed has a wife

Sneaky Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, planning dates can be a little difficult, having to sneak around and all. But in the end, it’s all worth it…kinda.

a/n: thank you, queen, for requesting I was starting to run out of ideas

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“Are you ready?” Viktor asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tilted his head to the side, his expression serious yet curious. He slowly rose from the bed, gripping his cane tightly, the faint creak of floorboards accompanying his movement. You nodded enthusiastically, wanting to convey your eagerness as you applied the final touches to your outfit at the vanity. “Yes!” you replied cheerfully, your excitement evident as you stood up to face him. With a playful smile, you twirled slowly, letting the fabric of your attire flow around you before your eyes landed back on him. 

Viktor remained silent for a moment, his gaze roving over your carefully chosen ensemble, taking in every detail from the subtle embellishments to the way the colors complemented you. He finally nodded, his voice a gentle murmur as he said, “Looks good,” though his eyes flickered to the side, betraying a hint of something unspoken.

With a playful smirk, you walked over to him, your confidence shining through. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you teased, winking at him. However, the playful banter was met with an intense glare from Viktor. He huffed in response, his tone light but firm as he said, “Don’t push it,” before taking a step out of the room, the doorframe silhouetting his figure.

You giggled at his reaction, a lightness filling the air as you quickly followed after him. “Wait up!” you called out, your laughter ringing as you hurried to catch up. Viktor rolled his eyes at your antics, a suppressed smile threatening to escape despite his attempts at maintaining a façade of annoyance.

Meanwhile, in a different part of Piltover, Jayce had enlisted Mel to help him pick up some parts for a groundbreaking new project he was working on. However, these components were decidedly illegal in the city, necessitating a late-night excursion to retrieve them. The two of them walked cautiously down the quiet, dimly lit street, their eyes darting over their shoulders intermittently, ensuring they weren’t being followed.

Abruptly, Jayce halted, coming to a stop right in front of Mel, forcing her to pause as well. “Jayce?” she asked, an eyebrow arched in question, curiosity and concern mingling in her voice. The atmosphere grew thick with anticipation as a sense of urgency settled between them, both aware of the risks that loomed ahead.

“Shh!” Jayce hissed urgently as he quickly maneuvered Mel away from the open street, guiding her behind the rough stone wall of an old building that stood in shadow. The air was thick with tension as he peered around the corner, prying his eyes from the dark to glimpse you and Viktor stepping onto the pavement ahead. A sly smile crept across Jayce's face; he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiosity before letting out a knowing smirk. “That’s definitely his wife,” he muttered under his breath, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.

His hands moved swiftly, and without a moment's hesitation, he shoved the heavy box filled with intricate, expensive parts into a nearby trash can, the metallic clang echoing slightly in the stillness of the night. Mel’s eyes widened in disbelief, her face shifting from confusion to incredulity. “You just spent a fortune on those parts, and you’re dumping them?!” she exclaimed, her voice low but fierce. She peered over his shoulder, her expression transforming into one of utter disbelief. “Seriously?” she added dryly, disbelief dripping from her words.

Jayce shrugged nonchalantly, a flicker of nonchalance in his demeanor despite the seriousness of the moment. “I highly doubt anyone will see these,” he replied, casting a glance back at the box, half-buried in the refuse. He was trying to appear dismissive, but Mel's worry hung in the air like a thick fog. Mel sighed, exasperation etched on her features as she shook her head, her frustration palpable. “You’re lucky I’m invested in this,” she muttered, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and affection. 

Jayce flashed her a quick, reassuring smile before darting after you and Viktor, a flicker of determination evident in his stride. 

Meanwhile, you walked alongside Viktor, who moved carefully, his crutch tapping rhythmically against the concrete sidewalk with every determined step he took. Small huffs escaped his lips, a testament to the effort he was exerting. Concern gnawed at you as you glanced over, an eyebrow raised in genuine worry. “Viktor, love, what did I say about pushing yourself?” you gently admonished, coming to a halt to face him head-on. 

Viktor paused, his brow furrowing deeply as he looked up at you, a familiar defiance stirring in his eyes. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him. He straightened slightly, trying to project confidence, but you could see the tension in his posture, the subtle signs that he was indeed straining against his limits. The night felt heavy with unspoken concerns, but you knew better than to push him too hard—he’d always had a stubborn streak.

“When did you develop an attitude?” you teased playfully, tilting your head to the side with a sly smirk dancing on your lips. Viktor's cheeks flushed a faint shade of pale red, indicating his slight embarrassment. “I do not have an attitude,” he grumbled defensively, shifting his weight against his crutch for support. He hesitated for a moment, avoiding your gaze, then looked back up at you, his expression softening as he added, “I’ll... slow down.” The admission seemed to hang in the air, suggesting he preferred to concede rather than endure a lengthy lecture from you, which he knew all too well could stretch on for twenty minutes.

Just then, Jayce and Mel peeked around the corner, their curiosity piqued by the playful exchange. Jayce raised an eyebrow, a confused frown creasing his forehead as he grumbled to himself, clearly struggling to decipher the conversation between you and Viktor. Mel, ever the pragmatist, rolled her eyes at Jayce's low mumble before quickly covering his mouth with her hand. “Be quiet,” she muttered under her breath, her tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement, before her gaze shifted back to you and Viktor, a look of mild concern on her face, wondering how the two of you would continue.

You and Viktor had made it to a small grassy area near a serene little water body. The two of you settled onto a wooden bench, and Viktor let out a small sigh of relief, feeling his body relax. You giggled and raised an eyebrow. “Feeling better?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Viktor nodded and placed his crutch beside the bench. “I told you so,” you said teasingly, leaning in closer to his ear. 

Viktor tensed up and shot you a glare. “Don’t even start,” he muttered, a frown creeping onto his face. You giggled again, leaning in even closer. “Don’t start what, dear?” you asked, your hand slowly inching toward his. As your fingers brushed against him, he shivered. Viktor gulped. “You’re… making it quite hard to think straight,” he admitted, feeling his heart start to beat faster than usual. You fluttered your lashes at him, giving him an innocent look. Viktor clicked his tongue in response.

As the night draped its dark cloak over the forest, a tense atmosphere enveloped the scene. From their concealed vantage point behind the twisted trunks and thick underbrush, Jayce and Mel peered intently at you and Viktor. Their hearts raced with a mix of curiosity and dread, torn between the urge to remain hidden and the inexplicable desire to unearth the secrets unfolding before them. They were acutely aware that they were trespassing into a realm of mysteries that were never intended for their eyes.

Jayce, driven by an urgent impulse, shifted slightly closer, doing his best to remain concealed amidst the foliage. Yet, with a fateful crack, his foot stumbled upon a weathered branch, shattering the silence that enveloped the woods like a heavy fog. The sharp sound pierced the air, causing you and Viktor to instinctively turn your heads toward the disturbance. “Maybe it was just an animal?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, glancing sideways at Viktor for reassurance. His silence spoke volumes; his focus was riveted on the shadowy treeline ahead, his expression a mixture of alarm and intrigue.

As if responding to your tension, the thick clouds overhead began to part, bathing the forest in a soft, ethereal glow from the moon. This pale light created dancing shadows among the trees, casting an enchanting yet eerie aura. Viktor’s eyes widened in realization as he caught sight of indistinct shapes lurking within the misty darkness. Confusion painted your features; you leaned back slightly, your heart pounding. “Oh gosh,” you breathed incredulously, the realization dawning upon you. In that moment, Viktor’s grip on your hand tightened instinctively, a silent promise of protection as both apprehension and curiosity swirled in the air around you.

Jayce and Mel exchanged wary glances, a shared understanding passing between them as they realized they had been caught in the act. Jayce let out a long, heavy sigh, the weight of their situation pressing down on him, and he slowly stepped into the dim light, the shadows relinquishing their hold. Mel followed suit, her own resigned sigh escaping her lips, a testament to the gravity of the moment. 

“Viktor…” Jayce began, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undercurrent of nervousness that betrayed his calm exterior. Viktor’s brow knitted together in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the unexpected presence of his friends. “What on earth are you doing here?” he asked, a mix of irritation and concern evident in his voice.

Jayce and Mel exchanged another glance, each hesitant to completely articulate the truth lingering in the air. Mel stepped closer to Viktor, a determined yet uncertain look in her eyes. “Well, Viktor,” she started, her voice faltering slightly as she struggled to find the right words. “It’s hard to explain,” she continued, glancing away momentarily, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“It was my idea,” Jayce interjected, his voice firm yet gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on Mel’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he added, his eyes drifting down to their interlocked hands in a moment of vulnerability. As he glanced from their fingers to Viktor’s face, something clicked in his mind—the unmistakable sight of Viktor’s own wedding ring. The realization hit him like a wave, and suddenly, the gravity of their situation became all too clear.

“I hope you can forgive me,” Jayce said quietly, breaking eye contact as he looked away, unable to fully meet Viktor’s gaze. The tension hung thick in the air, a palpable mixture of fear, regret, and the lingering hope for understanding..

Viktor remained still for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words, before he slowly pushed himself to stand. With deliberate movements, he grasped his crutch, its polished wood glinting softly in the fading light, and tucked it firmly under his arm. You felt a sense of urgency bubbling inside you, compelling you to follow his lead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jayce,” Viktor murmured, his voice low and almost reflective, before beginning to make his way down the path. You quickened your pace, eager to keep up with him.

As you both faded into the growing shadows, Jayce stood anchored in place, eyes locked on your retreating figures, his expression a mix of curiosity and contemplation. “Did you see that?” Mel broke the silence, her arms crossing tightly over her chest, a hint of disbelief in her tone. Jayce stared after you and Viktor for a moment longer, then nodded slowly, the gears in his mind clearly turning. “Matching rings,” he finally said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, feeling the rough stubble there. “I didn’t know Viktor was that kind of guy.” His words hung in the air, laden with surprise and perhaps a touch of admiration, as they both processed the moment they had just witnessed.

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more vik w wife scenarios plsss 🙏🙏

Loving Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Wife! Fem! Reader

In which, Viktor makes it a point to visit his loving wife. Even if it means that he's being followed.

a/n: you better like this or else anon.

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Viktor's crutch echoed softly against the cobblestones of the quiet streets of Piltover, the rhythmic sound a stark contrast to the stillness of the midnight hour. Typically, this time would find him immersed in the dimly-lit confines of the lab at the Academia, conducting experiments or poring over complex algorithms. Yet tonight, an inexplicable urge pulled him towards home—towards you. He let out a weary sigh as he fumbled with the keys, his fingers trembling slightly as he unlocked the front door of your townhouse. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a rush of familiar warmth and the comforting scents that reminded him of you.

Just outside, hidden in the shadows, Jayce peered cautiously around a street corner. “Damn it… where did he go?” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. A step behind him, Mel huffed in frustration, her keen eyes scanning the dimly illuminated area for any sign of Viktor. It was then she spotted him standing at your doorstep. Without thinking, she swiftly covered Jayce's mouth with her hand. “Will you keep it down?” she muttered, her voice terse and low as she narrowed her eyes at him. “I think it's his wife's house,” Jayce replied in a hushed tone, inching closer and using the shadows to conceal his movements. Mel rolled her eyes, a mixture of irritation and curiosity, and followed him in silence.

Inside the townhouse, Viktor stepped into the darkened entrance, closing the door quietly behind him and letting out a relieved sigh. Though the Academia provided him with certain comforts—his own room, the latest equipment, and the thrill of innovation—tonight his heart tugged him toward the simplicity of being home with you. The very thought of you had a magnetic pull that often made him reconsider the sacrifices he made for his work. A part of him wanted to unite his personal and professional lives, but he feared that the mere presence of your warmth would distract him from his endeavors.

He moved through the familiar hallway, each step sending a comforting wave of nostalgia through him. As he pushed open the bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of your sleeping figure, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. His heart softened at the sight, a warmth blossoming in his chest. He knew it was unwise to show up unannounced, that you preferred predictability, yet the very idea of being scolded in the morning felt trivial in comparison to the joy of simply being close to you. Losing himself in the moment, he placed his crutch aside near the bed and crawled carefully into the sheets beside you, making sure not to disturb your slumber.

Meanwhile, just outside the window, Jayce and Mel crouched low, their eyes straining against the darkness as they tried to glimpse what was unfolding inside. With a huff of annoyance, Mel pulled away from the window, crossing her arms over her chest in disbelief. “I can’t believe we’re stalking them,” she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. “I just wanted to confirm what I saw!” Jayce shot back, glancing quickly at Mel. He tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Besides, you were the one who insisted we investigate this.” With a reluctant sigh, Mel shook her head, still feeling the stirrings of frustration. “Let’s just head back to the Academia,” she suggested a note of defeat evident in her voice.

Back in the safety of your bedroom, Viktor lay on his back, careful not to disturb you, but unable to take his eyes off your peaceful form. The gentle rise and fall of your chest soothed him, and yet, he held back, overcome by a rush of emotions that twisted within him. Just as he began to relax, you stirred, the softness of your voice breaking the stillness. “Viktor? Dear?” Your sleepy tone wrapped around him like a warm blanket. He felt a spark of anxiety as he realized you had awakened, instinctively bracing for any discontent you might express. 

Rubbing your eyes, you slowly turned to face him, a smile spreading across your face as recognition dawned. “Ah—I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Viktor asked quietly, turning his head towards you, his voice barely above a whisper. You merely shook your head, still feeling the remnants of sleep. “No, I could feel you a mile away,” you muttered playfully, shrugging as you inched closer to him, your movements slow and relaxed. Viktor stayed silent, his heart racing as he savored the proximity, feeling an urge to reach out, yet hesitant to do so.

“I just… needed to see you,” he confessed, allowing vulnerability to seep into his voice. It wasn’t that he saw himself as clingy, but when he spent too much time away, he felt a palpable emptiness in his chest that only your presence could fill. A soft giggle escaped your lips, lightening the mood as you shook your head in a teasing manner. “You’re welcome here anytime,” you murmured sweetly, your fingers tracing along his arm in a tender gesture. “You are my husband, no?” The teasing lilt in your tone sent a shiver down his spine as you leaned in closer, your breath warm against his skin. 

Viktor flinched slightly at your sudden touch, a mix of surprise and delight fluttering within him. “I suppose I am,” he grumbled good-naturedly, unable to suppress a smile as he shook his head, surrendering himself to the moment.

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Back at the Academia, amidst the clutter of Viktor’s lab, Jayce and Mel continued their search. Papers were scattered across the desk, papers and blueprints littered carelessly. “What exactly are we searching for?” Mel asked, glancing at the array of items surrounding them, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Something that proves he does have a wife,” Jayce replied resolutely, rummaging through drawers with purpose. Mel rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

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Sweet Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, Viktor’s sweet wife came to visit him. But only at night, not to be seen by anyone.

a/n: this is like….a part to my other one I think idk

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“I can’t believe you sneaked in,” Viktor scolded, his voice a blend of exasperation and underlying relief as you stood within the confines of the dimly lit lab. Shadows flickered and danced around the cluttered workbench, creating an atmosphere that felt both secretive and intimate. You could sense the weight of his words, yet a playful smile tugged at your lips, fueled by a mischievous spark. “Dear, could you truly blame me? I’d sneak into anywhere just to see you,” you replied, your voice light and teasing, tilting your head in a manner that conveyed a hint of innocence.

Viktor let out a resigned sigh, his shoulders visibly slumping as he leaned his weight onto his crutch. The familiar crunch of metal against the cold floor resonated in the stillness of the lab, accentuating the solitude of the space. You caught sight of the flickering fluorescent bulbs, their dim light illuminating the weariness etched on his face, a testament to long hours spent lost in his work.

Eager to alleviate his discomfort, you brightened, your fingers gently resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension beneath them. “What did I tell you about standing for too long?” you chided softly, a mixture of concern and affection coloring your tone as you guided him toward the chair. With a blend of reluctance and grace, Viktor finally set his crutch aside, his gaze lifting to meet yours. The warmth of your presence seemed to draw his attention, and his eyes wandered to the gleam of your wedding ring, a small yet brilliant beacon sparkling in the dim light, catching his focus like a moth to a flame.

You noticed his fascination, and a playful smirk danced on your lips. “My husband made it for me,” you said, positioning yourself in front of him, your heart swelling with pride at the thought of his craftsmanship and love.

Viktor responded with a deadpan expression, though the corners of his lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. “Lucky man he is,” he muttered, turning his chair slightly as he moved closer to the desk, the scent of various chemicals mingling with the warmth of shared moments stolen in this sanctuary of intellect and passion.

Pouting softly, you leaned against the desk, feeling the coolness of the polished surface against your skin, grounding you in this moment. “Don’t be like that, dear,” you teased lightly, infusing your voice with a playful lilt. Setting your book bag down with a soft thud, you began rummaging through it, your fingers dancing over the contents in search of a little surprise you had carefully tucked away.

Viktor raised an eyebrow, curiosity flaring in his gaze as he leaned in closer, intrigued yet cautious. “I’m not sure if I want to know what you’re about to pull out…” he said, a hint of wariness threading through his voice, curiosity mixing with anticipation.

You giggled softly, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through you as you finally produced a small container from your bag. Viktor’s interest piqued; his eyes darted from the container to you, anticipation bubbling in the air between you. “Don’t give me that look,” you huffed playfully, lifting the lid with a flourish to reveal your surprise—a delicate slice of cake, its layers rich and inviting, a masterpiece of indulgence adorned with swirls of cream and colorful sprinkles.

“I know we were both busy on the day we were meant to go on that date…” you murmured, your cheeks warming with a soft blush as you recalled the moment. “I just happened to pass by our favorite bakery, and I couldn’t resist picking this up,” you added, your voice tender as you shot him a wink overflowing with mischief, the kind that made your heart flutter.

Viktor’s expression transformed, a softness washing over him as warmth spread across his pale cheeks. He watched you, his heart swelling with affection, the moment a sweet balm to his weary spirit. “Then I wonder if this cake will taste just as sweet as you,” he mused, the words lingering in the air like a beloved melody, wrapped in a teasing charm.

Suddenly, a beautiful silence enveloped you both, your heart began to race at his flirtatious remark. “V-Viktor!” you stammered, eyes wide and captivated as he decisively took a bite of the cake. The playful smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips suggested he enjoyed this moment far too much. “You taste better,” he shrugged nonchalantly, throwing a hint of challenge your way, leaving you both flustered and charmed by the sweet exchange between you.

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edit: ik i just posted this, but im going to back and change a few things about it because i feel like i over did it and made it….a lot loving than i would expect from Viktor? Is it just me? Idk but pls let me know if i should change it or just leave😭

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Crystal Skies

Viktor x Fem! Reader

In which, the skies remained you of the Hextech gem. But Viktor’s eyes are locked on you.

a/n: i forgot to make the little summary part gradient and cute! also this is kinda short cuz i wanted to go play dress to impress…

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"You're still awake?" you called out softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the lab as the door creaked open. You stepped inside, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Viktor sat hunched over his cluttered desk, absorbed in his work, his pen moving in smooth, deliberate strokes across the paper. He merely nodded in response, his eyes glued to the dense text he was composing.

You frowned slightly, concern etching your features, and approached him. "C'mon, Viktor," you urged gently, your tone echoing in the quiet space that was filled only with the faint scratching of his pen and the occasional rustle of parchment.

"I can't. I'm almost done," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, still not breaking his concentration to glance at you. You sighed audibly, leaning against the edge of his desk, your eyes drifting over the sprawling documents littered with intricate diagrams and notes, before settling on the lone window. Through the glass, the night sky unveiled itself, a vast canvas of deep indigo strewn with shimmering stars. You noticed the clouds, soft and billowy, as they danced slowly with the wind.

"The sky looks just like the Hextech gem," you mused, tilting your head to capture the view better, the corners of your lips hinting at a smile. Viktor's attention momentarily shifted to the window, his brow arching slightly as he contemplated your words.

"I suppose they do," he murmured, his voice still low and contemplative, before returning to his meticulous writing, the pen gliding effortlessly across the paper.

"You have a unique imagination," he remarked without looking up, his focus firmly entrenched in his task.

"You say that quite often," you replied, keeping your gaze locked on the celestial display outside, enraptured by the beauty of the night. 

Viktor let out a tired, weighed-down sigh. Finally leaning back in his chair, he glanced at you, the shadows under his eyes revealing his fatigue. "Did you need anything else?" he asked, his stern expression faltering just slightly as he met your gaze for the first time, his sharp features softened in the dim light.

"What if I said I needed you?" you teased, allowing a playful smirk to cross your face as you shifted to fully face him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Viktor tensed visibly, his expression shifting to one of concern and confusion, brows knitting together tightly. "Don't say such things," he muttered, his eyes darting away from your gaze as if unwilling to confront the weight of your words.

You let out a soft chuckle, the sound light and carefree in contrast to Viktor’s solemn demeanor. "Just teasing," you reassured him, your attention returning to the wistful sight of the sky beyond the window.

He continued to watch you, an intense look in his eyes as he assessed your features illuminated by the soft glow of the lab’s lights. The warm light wrapped around you, creating an almost ethereal aura that made you appear otherworldly. His expression softened, though an unsettling mix of emotion battled within him. He glanced back at his desk, biting his tongue, unsure of how to process what was unfolding.

Just then, your voice broke the silence again, filled with excitement. "Did you see that?" you exclaimed, your eyes brightening as you watched the stars shimmering in waves as clouds floated by. "A shooting star!" you gasped, beaming with delight.

"Yeah…" Viktor replied, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, though he hadn’t seen any shooting stars; his vision was solely fixated on you. 

"Beautiful," he murmured almost absentmindedly, his voice thick with a mix of admiration and something deeper.

"I know, right?" you replied, enthusiasm radiating from you as you gazed adoringly at the window, missing the way Viktor's eyes traced your form, endlessly captivated by the light dancing in your eyes, his attention unwavering and utterly consumed by you.