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Viktor x gn! reader // tags(?) fluff, winter with viktor, hair petting (UNCHECKED and UNREVISED)

a/n: aAAAAaAA this was my first request!!! this prompt was too sweet i really had to write it, i hope it reaches your expectations! i am so sorry for any mistakes or confusing scenarios, i keep confusing gn reader w myself (afab) so im sorry in advance!! pls drop suggestions and recommendations in my DM BOX not d comments HEIFHRJ n e way enjoy!! @michael-is-a-bug <3

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It was chilly in the night when the sky decided that it was time to rain down Piltover with its first snow of the year. It was a tough year for everyone, the recent innovations learning to pollute the air. The city was so used to a clean atmosphere that the slightest aberration messed up its seasons, into what the scientists and folks would learn to call it, 'Global Warming.' Snow was due to come around the latter parts of the year, not in the middle of it. Winter came early, very early. It was unexpectedly time for the citizens to bust out their warm coats and mittens and hats when they were supposed to be enjoying the pools and lakes and bask in the golden hue of summer.

Which was why you sat huddled in the corner, close to where the heater of your office in the academy was situated. It was excruciatingly cold, your cheeks and ears tinged with a pink hue. You looked at the time, and let out a tired but pleased sigh. A barely visible cloud of vapor escaped your lips. It was nine in the evening—meaning it was time to wrap up, pack your things, and go crawling into your personal quarters. You gathered your paper cups of what remained of your evening and morning coffees and tossed them into the bin next to the door, and started collecting your items to bring home. Books, pens, journals were stuffed into your old duffle bag, bulking slightly in the process. When you were packed up and ready to go, you decided it was time for your office heater to retire and rest from its intense battle with the cold. Walking to the corner of your shoebox of an office, your hands searched for the button to power it off. You shoveled for your key from the pockets of your bag, shut the door behind you, and knelt before it to lock up. Standing up with a huff, you started the dreadful trek from the academy to your dorms. If it weren’t for the fact that you’d be coming home to your warm, comfy bed, and into the loving arms of your lover, you'd probably have settled into your office, opting to stay the night then walk all the way in the snow.

You and Viktor have been an item for a few years now; you’d met him during his early weeks as Heimerdinger’s assistant. The two of you were introduced during brief visits and observations numerous times, when Heimerdinger would visit your research office, shepherding Viktor along with him. It was when you had to work together that you realized you were starting to develop feelings for him. The way his accent would roll off so perfectly from his tongue. Or the way his golden eyes would light up ever so brightly whenever you asked him of his observations, or if he’d present you with his recent breakthroughs. What you didn't realize though, was that he reciprocated those feelings with just the same fervor as yours. You'd moved in together with him a few months after confessing to each other, mainly due to the fact that the two of you have been sleeping in either's quarters so frequently that you both agreed that it would work better if you lived together.

Which brings us to the present. Trudging your boots through the thick layer of snow covering the street, you could only think of Viktor's warm hands enveloping your form, bringing your body temperature to a comfortable degree. You adjusted your scarf to cover more skin, the cold has been getting to you each minute you spent outside, walking, the only source of light coming from street lampposts. 'Another moonless night.'

Finally arriving at the lobby of your shared residence, your body relaxed at the warmth the building's heaters provided.

'Almost there,' you thought, walking into the elevator, punching in your floor's number. The elevator 'dinged' as you waited for the doors to open, stepping out to the hallways, hands already searching for the keys to your apartment room as you walked.

You stood before your door, shoving the key into the keyhole, and turning it clockwise until you heard a 'click.' Shuffling through the doorway, you shut the door close and took your coat off to hang when you heard the familiar thuds of a crutch, signaling you that Viktor was home.

You turned, discarding your gloves, scarf, and boots as Viktor leaned by the wall, a soft smile gracing his features as he muttered, "Welcome home, love."

Smiling, you walked up to his open arms and leaned in, taking in the scent of faint cedarwood and lavender. He wrapped his arms around your frame, "Come, come. I turned the heater on, you're as cold as an icicle!" tugging on your torso, motioning for the two of you to relax on the sofa.

You sunk slowly to the cushions of the couch, Viktor's arms still around you. You let out a pleasured groan, your feet thanking you for letting them rest, after your hike from your office to your apartment. The position was quite straining on your back, though. Viktor was no stranger to your body language, he knew when you were comfortable and when you were not.

"Put your feet up," he ushered, pulling your upper body further into him as your head sunk toward his lap.

"Better?" he inquired.

"Infinitely," you mumbled, eyes fluttering close as you felt calloused hands run through your hair. He knew this action made your legs feel like jelly, and, being the mischievous scientist he is, he loved to take advantage of that fact.

Skilled hands ran through (h/c) tresses, fingertips occasionally pressing against certain pressure points to alleviate any kind of tension in your head. You weren't surprised he knew of pressure point locations; he was, after all, one of the brightest people to roam the streets of both Zaun and Piltover. Your eyes remained close, sometimes a moan or a mumble would escape your mouth before you could catch it. Unbeknownst to you, your lover caught every single reaction from you, taking mental notes of what you seemed to enjoy, and what made you emit such sounds. A gentle smirk rested on his sharp features, contrasting his angular face. Gentle combing soon turned into soft petting, a gesture he knew would calm you down from whatever height of emotion you would be in.

'So precious,' he thought. He wondered how the hell did he get so lucky to have a partner like you—so, so precious; so fragile yet strong, so damaged by the world, yet so understanding. He loved everything about you.

A chuckle erupted from your throat.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked. You smiled, surely remembering this new addition to his adorable traits, "You know, I can hear you. You were practically speaking your thoughts, Vik." You smirked at him, "Precious, huh?"

He stammered in the cutest way possible, at the use of his nickname and at the fact that he thought out loud. "I-Its not like it's a lie, though. You truly are precious." It was your turn to stammer now. Cheeks and ears tinting pink for an entirely different reason compared to earlier, you turned your face to the side, still feeling his hands on your hair, not ceasing their gentle petting.

It appears turning to the side was a wrong move: your ear was free real estate to him.

"My love," he whispered, breath directly on your ear. The simple action sent shivers down your spine, you were scared it would be a noticeable kind of shivering and embarrass yourself further. Thankfully, whether he did notice or not, he didn't make any comment on it. "Have you had your dinner today?" he continued.

You couldn't help but laugh. Something about the juxtaposition of his sensual whispering's proximity and the topic of his question sent you into a fit of soft giggling.

"Why do you have to whisper a question like that in my ear?" you managed to let out, tears forming in the crevices of your eyes.

He couldn't help but laugh too. Among the many sounds you've emitted earlier, this sound—this particular sound was his favorite. Seeing you laugh made him the happiest man on earth. Quite possibly, even happier than when he'd reach a breakthrough.

"Mood breaker," he joked. You knew each other well enough to know when to get offended, and when not to.

You turned your head again, this time, to face him. "But, to answer your oh so sensual question that you oh so sensually whispered I my ear—no, I have not had my dinner today."

One of his hands left your hair and cupped your cheek, "Well, well, lucky you. I tried my hand at cooking today and.... eh, I believe it is edible." He leaned in dangerously close, "If it is not to your liking, we can always get dinner outside."

"I would love to stay within the comforts of my home, so please, hit me," you taunted. You loved it when Viktor cooked. He may not be the best chef out there, but it was the effort that you appreciated the most. And god, the view, if you were granted the privilege to watch him do it. Besides, the food was more than edible—on good days, it even tasted like restaurant food. As much as you loved the prospect of romantically walking alongside Viktor on a snowy night hand in hand, you didn't really feel like dressing up again. You also knew it would hurt Viktor's leg if it were exposed to the cold for too long.

"I just trekked all the way here and I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to do it again. Plus, I'd pick your cooking over any take out any day," you craned your neck a tad bit higher, raising your brows slightly, "I know you know that, Vik." He got the message and touched his forehead with yours. You grinned.

"You flatter me too much," he mumbled, cheeks tinged with a slight hue of red; you were confident it wasn't because of the weather, nor the heater. He leaned away from you in an attempt to hide his bashfulness, as you rose from the comforts of his warm lap and leaned closer to him, "You know I love you," you muttered under your breath, before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, surprising him. You loved it when he was a blushing mess; putty in your hands. You knew what buttons to push to reduce him to a state such as this. However—however.... he knew what to do with your buttons too. But you weren't going to give him the chance to get back at you, not just yet, you thought. Maybe later, but you were more excited to see what food he had tried recreating today, eager to know what your lover has been up to during your absence. And you were starving.

Just as he was about to wrap his arm around your waist, you quickly pulled away, leaving him wanting more. "Come on, let's see what meal you have prepared," you stood up from the couch. Viktor was still recovering from his flushed state when he replied, "I......I don't know if it tastes alright, I haven't done a taste test just yet." He rubbed his hand on his thigh, desperately trying to ease his semi-hard on.

"I'll be the judge of that." Softly taking his hands into your own, you helped him off the sofa and led him into the dining area.

Winter has never felt so lovely in Piltover. If it meant more nights of head pets, cuddling, home-cooked meals—nights like this, then you'd gladly go through all the trouble of trekking your way home, of chilly days in the office. As long as Viktor's in your life, you could brave anything.

#arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 4 months

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This is how I imagine Oz when he got arrested

I mean I think it checks out. Look how pretty his mugshot was

#oswald cobblepot #batman telltale #telltale batman

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 5 months

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I lowkey feel like the Arcane fandom is in hibernation until season 2 arrives 😅

#at least I somewhat am #rereading some of my favorite fics

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 5 months

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Hiii is it okay if you headcanons of Ekko where he's your older brother and we're his little sister?

Big brother Ekko is…

!protective as freak!

Considering how he’s basically the leader/dad/protector of the firelight group and refugees, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s f i e r c e l y protective of you, his younger sis. Someone could just blink rudely in your direction and Ekko lays ‘em out without a second thought. 🧍🏾‍♂️

!patient and cooperative!

Now ofc being the leader of a rebellion and maintaining an underground secret base comes with major responsibilities. Ekko usually has a hard time unwinding and taking it easy…that is until you loop and arm around his tense shoulders and insists he take a break. He’ll smirk before taking a few deep breaths, and begrudgingly stepping away from the task the previously held his attention. It’s an action that somewhat dumbfounds the rest of his crew. Anyone of them could suggest he take a break only to be met with and annoyed glare - but for his little sis who basically has him wrapped around his finger, it’s easier than catching firelights. 🪲

!sweet and thoughtful!

Even though his little sis (or Sissy a nickname he uses for you when he wants to grind your gears) is his ray of sunshine, she can also need some cheering up too from time to time. And when that happens, big bro Ekko swoops in to save the day. Whether it’s listening to you vent about the run in you had with some annoying enforcers, or letting you retwist his hair, (or even letting him do your hair, which he’s surprisingly good at like ok big bro lay them edges thank you sir) going out for a midnight ride on your boards, or even just sitting next to you and watching the ever growing community flourish right before you, Big Bro will do what it takes to make you feel better. 💚

#big bro Ekko is a vibe #this asks for me back into writing a bit tysm <3 #arcane ekko #ekkoarcane #ekko headcanons #ekko arcane #asks #anon #ask #arcane headcanons #arcane headcanon

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 6 months

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MY S O U L

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Inspired by this lovely fan art!! Please, go and show them some love!! their art is incredible.

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Word count: 1076

A/N: special thanks to this wonderful artist once more for letting me use their image!! Please, go see their work, linked above!! They deserve all the love. As per usual, unbeta'd. We die on this hill. <3

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A sharp cry echoes throughout the apartment, the sound nearly swallowing the distant click that had just come to rest outside your door. Groaning softly, you shift to slide out of bed, met gently with fingers curling around your arm when you stumble into a chest, barely more stable than your own. Grunting, you look up, eyes meeting golden ones circled by exhaustion.

“Sleep, Dove,” he insists, gently pressing you back towards the bed. “I've got her.” flopping back onto the bed unceremoniously, you huff, eyes sliding shut simply at the comfort of your blankets surrounding you. Fighting the urge to dose back off, you frown.

“You’re exhausted, Viktor,” you grumble, eyes barely peeking open to gaze lovingly up at him. Chuckling, he rubs circles on the meat of your thigh before sliding down to your knee, giving it a pat.

“As are you,” he hums, glancing at the door tiredly as the cries start again. “But of the two of us, you have her more. Allow me this time,” his voice is soft, tired but laced with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. “I miss her,” you just nod before curling back into bed, sighing happily at being able to get some more sleep.

He is out of the door before sleep pulls you back under its warmth, a gentle coo echoing between cries, the sound bringing a smile to your face as you lose your fight against sleep.

There isn't a peep for the rest of the night, sunlight filtering through the window waking you shortly before the silence rests over you. For a moment, it is blissful, silence and warmth enveloping you until worry crashes over you. Viktor had not come to bed last night, you realize as you look at his side of the bed, still neatly tucked, undisturbed.

Frowning, you toss the blankets to the side, sliding out of bed. Shivering a bit at the early morning chill lingering on the hardwood floors, you don't bother with your slippers as you would normally as you pad to the living room.

Nothing.

Nothing is out of place, everything folded neatly so the way you had fixed it before you went to bed the night before. Humming in confusion, you tilt your head towards the kitchen, listening for Viktor making a pot of coffee. The man may be busy, but since the pregnancy, he has not once left without making sure you've eaten, and to kiss you goodbye- yet he is nowhere to be found. You half expected to find him on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes as you normally do when he is too tired, or hurting too badly to make it to the room.

The bar overlooking the kitchen is clear of his work, as is the kitchen table- everything just as clean as you had left it. To most, it wouldn't be perfectly clean, there are dishes in the sink, perhaps a smidge of neglected food left to crust on Aryn's high chair, a few of her smaller toys left to be tossed to the side in your haste. But it is devoid of evidence of Viktor bringing work home with him.

Sighing, you slide towards Aryn’s room. It wouldn't be the first time he left without wanting to wake you- but you had hoped that it would have lasted a bit longer of him staying in the mornings. He's spoiled you with it, you muse, a smile crossing your features despite the sting. Just outside the room, you can already hear her sweet coos, soft babble talk from her crib.

Whatever he did to get her to sleep through the night, you would love to know. You haven't slept that well since she was born.

Laughing softly at the sheer excitement in her tone, you slide in. Nothing is out of place in the room, though you know there were at least a few things out of place. He must have cleaned them up for you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” you coo back to the smiling face that pops up over the edge of the cradle, her father’s golden eyes meeting yours as a delighted laugh escapes her, but she doesn't lift herself to meet you like she normally does. You don't think much of it until you get closer. “What are you clinging to, my love?” she tugs up, brown tufts sticking out from her tiny fist- followed by a gentle grunt. Peering over the edge of the bed, you cover your mouth to keep from your laugh, melting at the image of your husband curled up in the baby's crib. A blue blanket settled around his middle, he has his arm wrapped around her body, effectively keeping her from wandering- much to her own delight. His head is resting on his other arm, another grunt escaping his lips when Aryn tugs again, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Little one,” he grumbles sleepily. “Please not so hard.” he has yet to notice you, not even actually awake at the moment. Clicking your tongue at her, you lean forward, gently prying her little fingers open to give Viktor a reprieve.

“Is that any way to treat papa?” you sooth her hiccuped exclamation, lip jutting at the disjustice of being unable to abuse her father’s head. Viktor hums appreciatively, one eye creaking open to look up at you, a sleepy smile crossing his features.

“Good morning, my love,” he hums, his voice thick with sleep, making his accent thicker. Reaching down, you slide your fingers into his hair, soothing his scalp where she had been pulling, earning a sigh. Tentatively, he shifts his arm from around Aryn, fingers wrapping around your wrist gently as he turns his head to brush his lips over your wrist, making you shiver.

“Good morning,” you offer back, amusement and pure adoration melting you into the side of the crib, balancing on your toes to see him better. “I thought we agreed she sleeps alone.” you grin at his pout, bottom jutting out much like his daughters.

“No,” he huffs. “We agreed that she would sleep in her own bed.” snorting a laugh, you shake your head.

“That would normally mean you sleep in your own bed, as well, my love,” his nose twitches a bit, scrunching up his face before it is broken by your favorite crooked smile.

“I made no such agreement to that.”

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 6 months

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“Happy Birthday 😊…… Now bark…” - Silco

JASON W H A TTT‼️‼️STAHPP-

OG link at 1:10:45

#silco #jason spisak #the never of him to zip on past that like he didn’t just say what he just said

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 6 months

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Yeah so to add to this post…

This would be Oz

#and I’m including the STAHHHP 🦅🦅 and everything 😂 😂#telltale batman #Batman telltale #oswald cobblepot

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vikki-tikki-tavii · 7 months

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Really drunk Viktor demanding cuddles after a Valentines party 🥺 The academy paid for everyone's drinks for the night as a thank you for all their hard work and Viktor, annoyed at Jayce for whatever reason, drunk himself silly. You usually wouldn't mind having to drag him home since he weights four pounds soaking wet but now he's really whiney and won't let go

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“And then I said- hmph, I said to him- Viktor,” a splatter of your drink was now sinking into the carpet of the hallway, where you had been engrossed in gossip with a few scientists from the physics department when the engineer wrapped an arm around you, leaning almost his entire weight on you.

“Jayce called me aloof,” he scoffed, hiding his face in your neck, “Can you believe that?”

A smile grew on your face after the initial shock wore off. Viktor had never been so touchy with you before. Now he was practically pinning you to the wall with his weight, arms slipping down to your waist to hold you where you stood.

The colleagues you’d been talking to took the hint and began their own conversation to the side.

“How much have you had to drink?”

Viktor blinked down at you. “Me? We are talking about the giant mean drunk who is calling me names. We must do something about this menace before he makes someone cry.”

“That someone being you?” You teased, pushing your face closer to his in a whisper.

Viktor hiccupped, his gaze turning as he heard someone coming down the hallway, “Oh no,” he said, seeing Jayce, “Protect me, (Y/n),” he mumbled as he darted behind your back, pretending to hide. You laughed, and it caught Jayce’s attention, who rolled his eyes when he saw the state Viktor was in.

“Is he bothering you?” Jayce crossed his arms.

“She is saving me,” Viktor retorted, arms firmly wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Come on, Vik. (Y/n) doesn’t want to have to look after a messy drunk all night.”

“Did you really call him aloof, Jayce?” You interjected, and Jayce started looking mighty guilty.

“He was complaining about not getting any Valentine’s cards at work today. I just said it might be because he comes off as aloof sometimes.”

“See,” Viktor pointed, “You are a horrible man Jayce Talis.” But there was a laugh in his voice, despite his dry delivery. Even though they were joking, you felt a pang in your chest.

“Wait,” you turned your head to Viktor, who was blinking languidly, his face relaxed and blushy from the alcohol. You could smell the bourbon on him. “You didn’t get my card?”

Viktor’s breath hitched. “You- You got me a Valentine’s Day card?”

“I left it on your desk this morning,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed. You’d been waiting all day for him to say something about it, and when he didn’t you’d just assumed you’d been rejected in the politest way possible.

No hard feelings – you knew it had been a long shot.

But now Viktor was floundering, his hands tugging at you. “I didn’t! I did not see anything. I have a lot of paperwork on my desk, it is a- hic- a mess currently. My sweet (Y/n), I am so sorry,” he let his head fall against your shoulder, “What did it say?”

You spun around, forcing him to straighten. He kept himself up with a tense grip on your forearms.

“If I tell you now you’ll just forget,” You smiled, “You’ve had too much to drink. We should get you home. Jayce?”

Jayce held his hands up. “He’s all yours.”

He left the two of you in the hallway, Viktor clinging onto you. “You know, I wrote you a card, too. But… I was too afraid you would, uh, reject me.”

“Viktor,” you cooed, allowing him to duck into your arms fully, a tight hug that lasted far too long.

There would be a lot to discuss in the morning, if he didn’t wake up with too painful a hangover.

#so cute :3 #viktor x reader #arcane viktor #viktor arcane x reader #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane fanfiction

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