#viktor doesnt know what all the crashing about is

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Diego throwing knives round corners is all well and good but for once I’d like him to throw something completely unhinged

For example one Hargreeves family Christmas Luther winds him up so much Diego cracks and just lobs the entire Christmas tree at him. It chases him through the Academy’s halls dropping baubles and tinsel in its wake

Imagine Reg sitting in his study and suddenly a whole ass tree flys by and hes just like “fascinating” and jots it down

[bruh-anator3000]

I saw your writing slump post (and I absolutely love your Viktor headcanons, by the way), so how about a zombie apocalypse au where the reader gets bitten and Viktor uses science to help?

So like, im in love w u. Thats such a good idea. Thank u for giving me a prompt, made it extra long just for u <3 <3

Viktor x Reader Apocalypse

Warning: blood, zombies, pain, reader wants to eat Viktor (not in the fun way), no use of y/n, no specific gender :)

Tbh Viktor was certain he'd be the first to go, especially since he's very melodramatic and constantly sacrificing himself for you

He knows his time is limited regardless of the fact a zombie break out has occurred in the Undercity - something with a defective line of shimmer contaminating the user's blood stream

The zombies are endless and soon enough, they fins their way into Piltover

Jayce and Mel assured you their place would be safe, that they had plenty of room and guards to keep working on a cure with Hextech and remain unaffected

That paradise lasted about 2 weeks before the guards were outnumbered

You and Jayce are pushing up against the door, trying to keep the zombies out for as long as possible as Viktor tried something he was certain will work to cure the infected

Time, never on your side, had ran out as the undead beat the door down

Vials go crashing all over, all of Viktor's work, gone save for the notes

Its a miracle Jayce can even see you under all the rotten flesh that grab at you, much more so the fact he picks you up and hauls you and Viktor out

You all find a small abandoned store, good enough to just sit and recollect from all the running

As Jayce checks in with Mel, Viktor checking and rechecking their stock, furious he lost all their progress

You begin to feel... odd

Saliva starts to build as you watch one of Viktor's thin and nimble hands dig through your bags

A deep hunger planting itself in you, and you begin to wonder what it would feel like to sink your teeth into his soft skin

To feel the gush of blood and crack of bones snap into your mouth...

"Are you okay, love?" Viktor places one of those tempting hands on your knee, eyes glowing with worry

Your shoulder begins to throb, pulsing even, and you slide your shirt collar down enough to look

Green forms around unmistakable bite marks, yellow-ish red puss forming near the edges

Yep, you had gotten bit

And your shock seems little compared to the way Viktor stood when you said such

Jayce and Mel seem to scooch a few feet back but Viktor is at your side in an instant

He apologizes as he pours rubbing alcohol on it, muffling your cry with a kiss as he wraps it tight

You try to push him away, saying theres no hope for you

Stubborn as always, he doesnt budge

He even says there may be a way to help

However, that help is in the Undercity and could already be dead

Viktor takes his chances regardless, he'll spin the wheel of death if theres a slot that keeps you alive, no matter how unlikely it truly is

By the time you reach Singed's cave, the infection has take most of your arm

There's no one around, just vats of green liquids, and a plethora of purple vials

Viktor sets you down on what you assume is an autopsy table and immediately gets to work

It will be a little more difficult- more risky without his old mentor around but Viktor is nothing if not determined to keep you safe

He digs through vials, flips through his notebook and mumbles curses to himself everytime he hears you grumble or groan

He can't bare to loose you, he simply can't

Finally, he finds a tube with a label that reads 'uncertain'

Could be contaminated, but its less of a chance then all the others labeled 'diseased'

He apologizes once again but does not wait for your comfort of 'It's alright,' large needle contraption digging deep into your shoulder

You both wait with baited breath, hoping the purple will outshine the green, or at least slow its growth to your collar bone down

When it doesn't, Viktor yells out, furious before throwing a satchel of rune blocks down

In record speed, he's created a similar hexcore to the one that was in the labs months before the breakout

He grabs your arm and forces your rotten flesh to the orb, begging it to work

Scream all you want, Viktor is only focused on the result

His chest may tighten, his vision may haze as his guts yell 'dont do this to them!'

But he has to try to save you

He just has to

In a light more blinding than the sun, you're both sent to the rocky floor beneath, wet from the puddles that steep in craters

As you push yourself up from lying on your chest, a loud and prominent thunk sounds beneath you

Your arm, the one that was rotting minutes ago, is gone

Green replaced by deep purple, no longer painful or numb but stronger, tight to your bones

You look towards Viktor, wanting to ask what he had done but voice fell silent upon seeing him

Eyes wide, and smiling for the first time in months. He's smiling!

At his theory being proven right! At your arm! At you!

You're no longer dying, no longer rotting with this new unexplained steel of magic made arm

He laughs and runs over to you, falling besides you and kisses you passionately

He no longer fears he will lose you, a fearful pressure he has been carryong around forever, even before this apocalypse had started

His leg, now your arm, both in peak physical condition, no negative karma, and both still alive

That's all he need to know

Soon enough, with this technology, Viktor could save the world

But right now, all he could focus on was holding you

[pumkinpaws-archive-moved]

when i pick at my skin i feel rancid and when i pull my hair out i feel disgusting and looking at myself makes me want to pick and pull and also ive gained weight and i cant really see it but just knowing the number has changed makes me feel like a failure and i need to clean up and change my sheets and wash clothes but my gut hurts too much and i have that i havent slept pain in my eyes and my skin is awful its so fucking bad and im taking the best care of it that i can but it s so fucking hard looking at myself and seeing all these scars and imperfections and knowing that it could have been so much less bad if i had had a mom who had cared enough to take me to an endocrinologist when i was 7 and prevent my early as shit puberty and how to take care of my skin and not destroy it out of self hatred and frustration and misery but she couldnt.

honestly things have improved for me and thats cool and all but even with all the fucking hard work im doing it doesnt matter because im still miserable and hate myself and everyone else because no one eased my pain even 0.0000000000000000000001 millimeter despite my begging and pleading and obvious misery and i fucking hate ny'all cause you do it too. none of you protected me either. viktor hasnt protected me. no one has ever protected me. no one has eased the lain at all. no matter how much i try on my own its not enough and no one will help. my skin is ugly and i feel disgusting and my fucking gut hirts 24/7 and my sleeping sucks and i have all this psychological pain because no matter what i do no one will help me and its torture.

when i talk about the trauma i guess ppl get the sense that its all over now. its fucking not. im still trapped and still no one has a fucking clue how much i am suffering and no one is rushing to get me the help i need. im in a fucking constant state of emergency. always. and no one sees or cares. no one fucking does anything. sending me messages lr whatever is nice. its kind. but it's not making everything ok nowis it? hell fucking no. i never had anyone even fucking try to make everything okay. i never had a safe person. i never had any fucking people at all.

dont you fuck heads realise im begging for help every god damn time i make posts like this??? fucking begging but no one answers no matter how hard and loud i cry. except for "i wish i could help you :( i cant because i dont want to"

gess what binch i dont want to live but here i am because my straight razor was too dull and im in too much pain and in too much terror to go out and crash my car so thats some tough fucking toe fungus huh bitch they say life isnt fair and twhat they mean is that you dont always win the ribbon but what that means forme is that i got the mother who ate me alive and used me as a sex toy and every single other adult i had contact with ever and all of every single one of my "friends" (thats you!) have all denied me an escape so yeah thats fucking unfair and im still fucking waiting for everything to get better like all you fuck heads have been saying ever since i was sixteen and was starting to realise just what happened to me. thanks.