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At the Emperor’s Word -Viktor x Reader x Jayce

Summary: Sneaking around the academy after hours sounds like a good idea right up until you get caught; then, it becomes a great idea.

Pairing: Dom!Viktor x Sub!Reader x Switch! Jayce

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Explicit (PwP)

Tags: Threesome, Kissing, Handjob, Voyeurism, Obedience Kink, Praise Kink, Slight Cuckolding, Edging, Degradation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Masturbation, Voice Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Lap Sex, Light Punishment Kink, Big Dick Viktor, Pet Names, Begging, Slight Choking, Vaginal Sex, Teasing, Rough Sex

Notes: A little fashionably late, but here is my absolutely filthy piece in celebration of Viktor’s birthday 🎉!! Viktor, my dearest, thank you for being my beloved husband and the devoted father of our many children. Glorious ovulation everyone ✌️💕.

You try to stifle a chuckle.

“Jayce, we can't-”

He's warm, so warm. You always feel yourself melt under his touch.

“C'mon, just a minute…” he insists.

You can't help but giggle breathlessly as he brings your hand into his pants, a large hand wrapping your fingers around his already half-hard cock. His body presses yours against the workbench, the firm wood digging into your lower back. His other hand slides against the fabric of your skirt, cushioning the strain, and not so subtly placing his palm over your ass.

He nuzzles his face against the top of your head, letting out a pleased groan when your fist starts moving. You suppress another laugh, trying your best to remain quiet, but you're positively enamoured of those sounds he makes when you touch him. Without even seeing his face, you know the content smile hasn't left his lips; he's so easy to please.

He's twitching under your grip, gripping your cheeks to the rhythm of the strokes. You quicken the pace, and he lets out a low moan that echoes through the empty lab.

This wing of the academy is always empty at this time of night, but there's something exciting about having to stay quiet. You can feel how close he's getting, the slight rutting of his hips a now familiar sign. His breath hitches, he's almost there, just a little more-

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

You yelp in surprise, pulling out your hand from Jayce's pants so fast your arm hits the wooden desk behind you. Jayce lets out a confused, frustrated shout at the sudden loss of friction as you wince in pain.

There, at the entrance of the lab, stands a looming figure, holding one of the large doors partially open. The light from the corridor obscures his face from the darkness of the lab; but there is no mistaking who this silhouette belongs to.

Viktor makes a single step forward, the metallic sound of his crutch against the tiled floor making you wince, as he lets the door close behind him. The room falls into obscurity again, the pale glow of the moon and the distant city lights only faintly shining through the windows.

“Ah, Viktor!” Jayce almost bellows in an overly cheery tone, walking backwards to put some distance between the two of you. “I- We were waiting for you! Got a bunch of interesting notes about today's experiments to show you !”

Viktor's face is blank, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in cold annoyance. He is neither amused nor does he seem the believe Jayce's jovial act. He nods curtly at the other man's pants, which are obviously, painfully unbuttoned. Jayce cringes as he quickly stumbles to reattach them, sliding the buttons in the wrong slits. You're frozen in place, eyes wide in fear, incapable of looking away from Viktor's frigid expression. But his focus is not on you; it's on Jayce.

“So,” he starts loudly, not bothering with whispers, “You barely spend any time working in the lab anymore. You have not even checked any of the upgrades I have suggested for the hexgates in the last month.” His voice is apathetic and dry, and his eyes narrow when he says the next words:

“And this is what you've been up to?”

Jayce opens his mouth like he's ready to argue, but the glare from his work partner seems to change his mind. He lowers his head silently, like a puppy being scolded. Viktor's golden pupils slide to you, and you now understand exactly why Jayce prefers looking at the floor.

“From Jayce I could expect,” Viktor remarks, the weight of his stare making you shrink, “but from you? I'll admit I'm disappointed.”

You bow your head in embarrassment. Your cheeks are burning, and you know there's no way to pretend like this is only a misunderstanding. You wish you could vanish on the spot.

Jayce, always the hero, comes to your defence quickly: “Viktor, it wasn't her idea-”

“I'm so sorry sir,” you interrupt him, stepping forward. You know Viktor well enough to recognize he's not a fan of poor excuses or avoiding accountability. “I swear this internship means the world to me. I know how many other students dream of working on hextech. It won't ever happen again.”

He seems pleased by your answer, although his expression stays perfectly stoic.

“That's good to hear,” he hums, walking closer to the both of you. He stops a few feet away, a ray of moonlight passing through a coloured beaker catching in his auburn hair. It illuminates him in an eerie, reddish glow, like he's not quite human, almost a phantom. “Well then, do not let me stop the both of you. Keep going, as you were.”

You have to assume he's joking, even if his tone sounds anything but, and you let out a confused, nervous giggle. But he isn't laughing, and neither is Jayce.

“Viktor…” there's uncertainty in the taller man's voice. It's not fear, or alarm, but he's apprehensive about something.

Viktor lets out a small sigh of lassitude, discontent evident. He looks at you again, with these amber eyes that make you feel like the world around you vanishes. Like there's nothing but him, and the words about to leave his lips.

“It would appear my partner is suddenly hard of hearing. Were my instructions unclear to you as well?”

You swallow. Your lips feel dry. Jayce is still unmoving next to you, still as a board, watching your interaction with his lab partner with an uneasy look.

“…No sir,” you mutter, just loudly enough for both men to hear. Viktor gives you the shadow of a smile.

“C'mon Viktor, you've humiliated her enough,” Jayce argues softly, raising his hand in a gesture of peace. But the other man has clearly decided Jayce hasn't gained his favour for the night, barely sparing him an icy glare.

“I do not believe I was talking to you,” he states matter-of-factly. The man of progress makes a strangled sound of protest, clearly insulted, but Viktor seems to have all but forgotten about him, now. It's back to only you and him, and the teasing smile dancing on his lips.

“He's always like this. Begging for attention,” Viktor tells you in a tone of confidence, like the topic of the conversation isn't standing less than a foot away from you with a baffled look on his face. “One has to wonder if he is compensating for something, but I figure you are in a good position to tell, right?”

You can’t prevent the corners of your mouth from lifting at the underhanded jab; Viktor seems emboldened by your reaction, voice louder when he continues:

“I certainly hope he's been more of a gentleman to you than this. Or does he only bend you over in our lab like an animal?”

The comment is enough to pull Jayce out of his stupor, and he raises his arms in protest.

“Hey, I'm not that-” he starts heatedly.

“Jayce.”

It's just his name; nothing else. You've said it to him hundreds of times. But there's something different in the way Viktor says it, the slow pronunciation of the syllables, the hardness of the accent, the deepness of the voice. Whatever it is, Jayce is compelled by it just as much as an order. He stops right in his tracks, his arms falling uselessly back to his side, like a dog listening to a command.

Viktor hums in approval, but his stare is no less punishing.

“I was not talking to you. When it is your turn to speak, you will know.”

Jayce's mouth is slightly agape, his eyes wide, an expression you can't quite read on his face; but he obeys. He stands there like a puppet, unmoving, drinking Viktor's words. You can't help but notice the still present strain in his badly buttoned pants.

The thinner man's gaze softens once more as it falls on you. He makes another step forward; close enough that you could reach him with your hand if you tried. He looks at you encouragingly: “Answer the question, sweet thing.”

The room feels like it's shrunk to barely a tenth of its size. Your breath has become shallow without you noticing. But isn't quite from fear anymore.

“T-twice in the lab before,” you stutter, the embarrassment of recounting your adventures to your direct supervisor burning your cheeks. The arousal in the air is undeniable now, and he's visibly aware of it. “And in the library. Once in my bedroom.”

Viktor hums pensively, studying your answer. It almost feels like you're passing some kind of final exam; the world's most sexually charged exam, undoubtedly.

“So he is aware of the basic notion of privacy behind closed doors, then,” Viktor concludes, the thin smirk now fully on display. “Who would have thought.”

He doesn't look away from your eyes when he finally speaks to the other man again.

“Jayce. How close are you?”

You glance at the taller engineer; he's started palming himself through his pants, his breathing irregular. His hair is dishevelled from your previous activities, and his cheeks are a bright crimson against his caramel skin. He's usually so dominating, on top of things, handling you like a chiffon doll up and down his dick with that cocky smile of his. You've never seen him like this; flustered, desperate, seeming so small despite all of his stature.

“Pretty close,” Jayce almost moans out, voice raspy for exertion. He's biting his own bottom lip so tightly it might start bleeding. “Just a little more.”

Viktor finally gives him a slight smile, though it's dripping with self-satisfaction. He's close enough to you that you can smell him now, that you could brush away the wayward strands of hair on his forehead. His face has been marked by the passage of time and countless hours of work, heavy bags under his eyes, cheeks almost gaudy. And yet, there is no sign of him ever losing control of this moment. Nothing could change the hypnotic power of his eyes, the controlling tone of his voice, or the subjugating effect of his slightly crooked smile.

“I suppose we should oblige,” he suggests lightly, his free hand brushing your cheek. His fingers are thin and lithe, cold against your skin, and you lean into the touch. He gives you a moment to pull away, if you want to; but you don't.

The kiss is slow at first, gentle, just the way little girls dream their prince charming might one day give them. He lets you decide when to pick up the speed, and you initiate after a few seconds by slipping your tongue in his mouth. It's messier, now, teeth clashing every now and then, saliva pooling where your lips meet. He tastes nothing like Jayce, his flavour of dark coffee and fresh mint; Viktor is sweet, like milk and honey, like a slice of lemon cake in the summer heat.

When he pulls away for air, you feel like time has started to move once again, as if you've just emerged from a dream. He's smirking confidently, still, but not entirely unfazed; his pale cheeks have turned pink, his breathing is slightly laboured, and there are traces of smudged saliva on the corners of his mouth.

A foreign whine makes you both turn towards Jayce, who is clearly on the edge of orgasm. He's abandoned any pretence of innocence, his cock fully pulled out of his pants as he rubs it furiously, eyes locked on the two of you.

“Stop,” Viktor only says.

Jayce groans in frantic frustration, slowing his rhythm but incapable of removing his hand. He's harder than you've ever seen him, his tip almost a painful red.

“No, no, c'mon V, don't do this. Please keep going,” he begs, looking at you with pitiful eyes, pleading silently. You want to touch him, to let him touch himself. But you know it's not your decision; it's Viktor's. And he's made his ruling, so you're not about to get on your research director's bad side again.

The head engineer offers a proud smile at your lack of answer to Jayce, the kind he usually reserves for reports submitted in advance or ingenious schematics. You recognize him more like this, strict, but never unappreciative of your efforts. He never forgets to slip a word of encouragement when you're stuck, never hesitates to reread your notes with you when the math isn't quite adding up. The cold anger seems to have fully passed, and now only the teasing, taunting satisfaction remains.

“I believe you may have forgotten that as per her contract, she is my assistant. Meaning she is under my direct command.”

He's looking at Jayce now, whose hand is still wrapped around his length, but unmoving. His cock is twitching in his grasp, desperate as the rest of him. His whole body shifts to the rhythm of his respiration, large shoulders slumped in defeat. Viktor doesn't turn to you when he asks you the following question, choosing instead to stare deeply into Jayce's citrine eyes.

“Is that not correct?”

You don't hesitate with your answer this time.

“Yes sir.”

His focus is still on the other man, but he strokes your cheek again with his left hand. He rests his weight comfortably on his crutch, like he doesn't have a single worry in the world in this moment.

“Good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten at that. That voice could tell you to find a way to harness the power of the goddamn stars before figuring out the hexcore, and you would comply.

“Jayce, could you bring the chair over here? The larger one.”

Viktor points with his chin towards a wooden chair with a flat backing, in a corner of the lab. Jayce looks back and forth between the chair and his partner, like he's unsure if he's joking or testing him. When no additional directions come from Viktor, he sighs in discomfort, clearly disgruntled, unceremoniously shoving himself back in his pants to go fetch the chair. The thinner man hums in appreciation when he brings it back and places it next to him.

“Thank you, Jayce.”

He sits, using his crutch for balance as he shifts slightly to find a comfortable position. His hand leaves the burgundy handgrip, instead settling on the metallic upper section. He looks like the king of a forgotten kingdom, resting on his wooden throne, sceptre in hand. You and Jayce, his obedient consorts, can't do anything but await his next command.

It comes in the form of a simple motion of his hand, beckoning you closer. You only stop when your legs bump against his, standing above him. His fingers caress the fabric of your skirt studyingly, like he's committing the feel to memory. They eventually catch on the waistband, tugging it questioningly. His golden eyes look up at you, the colour of the sunrise etched in his pupils. You nod earnestly in approval, and he lowers the skirt down until it reaches your knees, letting it fall to the floor. You're suddenly very thankful you dressed up this morning knowing you would see Jayce.

The design is simple, a line of flowery lace hugging your hips, and curving to the shape of your ass. It's the kind of thing Jayce loves; he'll even make you keep your panties on sometimes as he fucks you, just pushing the bottom of the fabric to the side to fit himself inside you. It's the lace he can’t resist, you think, the way it barely covers anything and rests against your skin like a present for him to unwrap.

It doesn’t seem to have the same effect on Viktor, but you can tell he’s still appreciative, cold hand sneaking under the lace to squeeze a cheek firmly.

“This is fucking torture,” Jayce groans in complaint, standing still just barely a few feet away. He's obviously aware he's not supposed to interfere with the two of you, or to touch himself for relief, but the glistening sweat on his forehead and down the prominent vein on his neck indicates how difficult this is for him.

“And you should know better than to have sex next to a table covered in explosive materials and one-of-a-kind prototypes,” Viktor retorts, sparing him a slightly displeased glance. “What if you had broken something irreplaceable?”

Jayce seems genuinely embarrassed by that; he may not show it as often these days with how busy he is, but you know he still cares about the academy's research and the state of hextech.

“I'm sorry Viktor. I wasn't thinking…”

“I am aware you were not thinking. And that is exactly the issue. You forget how much of our profession relies on thinking, not talking.”

It's crystal clear that's going to be the end of the conversation, for now. Viktor's fingers slide to your hip, following the shape of the panties until your inner thigh. A small tap with a single digit tells him everything he needs to know.

“Look at this,” he smiles, taunting but affectionate, “Already so wet just from a kiss. Or was it the sound of my voice that did it, I wonder.”

Both, it's both, and every single thing that has happened in this lab since he entered it. You tremble when his finger moves slowly against the damp fabric, not quite oversensitive, but a little on edge.

“I, um-” Jayce hesitantly speaks up from the side. “I fingered her a bit earlier. I… think she should be alright?”

This time, Viktor doesn't reprimand him for talking; he seems surprisingly pleased, eyes boring into yours for confirmation.

“Is that so?” he exhales softly.

You nod breathlessly. Why is it always so difficult to talk when he's studying you like this?

The teasing finger slips under the fabric, gently making its way into you. You let out an involuntary sound of eagerness as he verifies if you've been loosened up, analyzing you with the precision of a machine. He removes the digit with a crooked grin when he judges you've passed, and you whine at the loss; it was barely anything in the first place, but it soothed the feeling of total emptiness in your core.

“Color me impressed,” Viktor declares, half genuine, half mocking. “I do not think I have ever seen Jayce do his work in advance.”

Said man groans in defeated complaint:

“You're turning her against me.”

Viktor lets out a wry snort:

“You do that well enough on your own. You touched her without even making her cum?”

He pats your pussy comfortingly, and you almost sing to the feeling. Your panties get lowered swiftly, and you discard them with little decorum. Viktor's assertive expression has softened enough that you feel emboldened enough to try to join in the banter:

“Jayce thinks foreplay is watching him get undressed. He's not exactly an expert.”

Viktor laughs at that, a charming and genuine sound, and you feel yourself glow with pride. The topic of mockery doesn't seem as pleased, his cheeks red, his lips thin:

“See? Told you. You've already worked your fucking magic on her.”

Viktor starts unbuttoning his pants, the teasing smile still etched on his angular features. His fingers work nimbly, swiftly, with the precision only the best engineer in Runeterra could muster in such circumstances.

“It is not magic, Jayce. Simply talent and practice.”

He does quick work of lowering his pants, just enough to expose his underwear. The confirmation that he is indeed not as unbothered as he still may seem is poking through the fabric. Judging by the defined outline and the sizeable tent, you can instantly confirm a hypothesis you've had since the start of your internship: the Assistant to the Dean of the Academy is packing.

He's not unaware of it either; his golden eyes follow the movement of your own, playfully examining your reaction. It's different from Jayce's endearing ego and constant need for praise; Viktor knows his worth, but he revels in the admiration, the stares filled with awe and devotion.

If Jayce needs to feel worthy, then Viktor needs to feel wanted.

He finally frees his cock from the restrive fabric, letting the member bob slightly. He's not even fully hard, and he's huge, the length imposing, the bulbous tip a pleasant shade of pink. The skin is as pale as the rest of him, blueish veins marking it like porcelain; only a few well-trimmed auburn curls at the base remind you he's not sculpted from actual marble.

Jayce lets out a low, tentatively playful whistle as the other man’s slender fingers wrap around the shaft.

“Flattery will not get you far, Jayce,” Viktor comments absentmindedly. “You and I both know this is nothing you have not seen before.”

He moves his hand in an open, loose fist, evidently without any real intent to finish himself off; not with the way he's made you stand right above him, not with how he's looking right at you. You swallow with difficulty, licking your lips for moisture. The energy between the two of you is tangible, electric, as he keeps working himself tantalizingly slow.

“Darling. Sweet thing. Do you want this?”

You nod vigorously, the words stuck in your throat again.

“Tell me, then. Please. Tell me how much you want this,” he requests, and it's hard to tell whether that's an order or a plea with the way his voice lowers, just barely louder than a whisper.

You feel like you're high, your mind a jumbled mess of adrenaline and lust. There are no sentences that could possibly express how he's got you under his spell. How many times have you imagined a scene like this, in only a year of being his assistant? The stolen glances, the passing touches, you had no reason to believe they were anything more than figments of your lustful imagination. The very idea that he could be the one doubting your interest in him is laughable, and yet his gaze is probing you for a response, his lips parted with bated breath.

“I want this. I want you,” you swear to him, staring back so deeply into the amber irises there could not be a single question left. “Please, sir.”

You bring a hand to the crook of his neck; the coolness of the skin under your palm, the sharpness of his collarbone against your fingertips, the beating of his heart below your thumb. He has to know this is real.

Viktor smiles slightly, the little mole above his lips shifting alongside his dimples.

“I would ask you to be weary of my right leg, then. It is not quite as strong as it used to be, although that is not saying much.”

You've never seen the emotion that crosses Viktor's face in that moment, gone in under a second. It's so subtle one might have missed it; bitterness, regret, defeat. The tragedy of a man brilliant enough to change the whole world, but who wouldn't live long enough to see it. If Janna truly watches over the lost children of Zaun, then she is turning a blind eye to the brightest of them all.

You could say something, try and comfort him, but you choose not to. There's nothing that can be said to change things; there’s only the present, and there are only actions.

You sink down on him slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. You can't help the array of whines escaping your pinched lips. The heat from where your bodies meet is overwhelming, the stretch delightful and filling. He's not fully inside you and you're already wondering how much more you can take. It's dizzying, the pain making you grit your teeth, but you persist, fingers clenching on the back of the chair. When you've fully bottomed out, you let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Viktor soothingly pats your back, and you hang on to him for dear life, wrapping both arms around his back.

“Are you alright?” he whispers softly, worry evident in his voice. You want to answer, but you're quite certain if you open your mouth you'll only get confused gibberish out, because fuck, he's filling you so much it's hard to even think. You shift your grip to his shoulder blades, trying to anchor yourself, absentmindedly noticing the cool feeling of metal under his uniform. You trace the intricate patterns with your fingers to ground yourself, recognizing the shapes of bolts and screws, as you feel your breathing slowly even out

“I’m ok,” you eventually manage to exhale. “I just- need a second“

Viktor makes an understanding hum, his hand caressing the valley of your back like you're doing with his, his strokes mellow. He moves his head slightly to look at Jayce behind you, throwing him an irritated glare.

“So much for your preparations,” he points out with irony.

Without needing to see him, you know exactly the kind of disgruntled face Jayce is making: “She only needs three to fit me, you're just stupid big.”

“I can move,” you interrupt them, the pain now only a vague tingle; all that remains is the yearning for him.

You place both hands on the back of the chair to balance your weight, being careful of Viktor's weaker leg. You bring yourself up slowly, tantalizingly, before letting yourself fall back on his length. There's no other way to describe the broken moan you release than dirty.

“Eh,” Viktor remarks slyly, groaning when you start moving again. “S-she does not seem to think it’s stupid.”

You fuck yourself on him with abandon, fast, rough, not caring of how debauched you may look. If anything, Jayce seems very appreciative if his moans and curses are any indication.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants somewhere behind you, too far to feel his warmth, but close enough to hear he's pumping himself to the same rhythm you're riding Viktor. “You're doing such a good job taking him, princess…”

He's truly begging when he calls the other man's name again, delirious from the unending edging:

“V, please, make her turn to my side, I have to see her face.”

Viktor's hooded eyes bare into yours, his raspy pants echoing through your head as you thrust up and down his length.

“Do you think he is truly sorry, now?” he asks, the ever-teasing glimmer in his pupils shining despite the clear physical effort from his body.

You can't even remember what Jayce has to be sorry for; you whimper a positive ‘huh-uh’. Viktor nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck for a moment, gently bitting the sweaty skin in a surprising hint of possessiveness, but he does finally agree to free Jayce of his torture.

“I will trust your good judgment. You can come here, Jayce.”

You yelp in surprise when two strong but familiar hands suddenly grab you at the waist and turn you around, almost pulling you off Viktor's cock and into a messy kiss. The slight tickle of Jayce's stubble is pleasantly itchy, his tongue desperately searching for more of your taste. You moan wantonly against his mouth when you feel Viktor twitch inside you, but the man under you doesn't seem fully pleased: a thinner but firm hand brings you back against his chest, and he throws Jayce an irritated glare.

“I give you an inch and you take a mile. Typical,” the older man accuses him with a bitter tone, his accent more pronounced, rigid. “You do not get to touch, and you are only allowed to cum on her.”

His lips come to your ear in the ghost of a kiss, velvety smooth:

“Would that be agreeable to you, sweet thing?”

You just know you want to keep going, really; so you do exactly that as a reply.

This position is harder for movement, since without the support of the chair’s back, you would have to rely on putting pressure on Viktor's knees. Thankfully, with Jayce’s proximity, you can use his muscled chest for balance. He certainly doesn't mind being used like this if the expression he’s wearing is any sign: his entire face is crimson, his eyes heavy, laboured breaths escaping his abused lips. He's still following your pace, pumping up and down every time your ass meets Viktor's hip bones. It has to be painful by now, with the way he's been rubbing himself raw for so long without release, but he's either too entranced to care or getting off the burning friction

“So obedient,” Viktor praises you, his free hand moving to your lower stomach, long fingers digging gently into your skin; you wonder if he’s trying to feel himself move inside you. “We might still be able to make a top student out of you. What do you think, Jayce?”

Much like yourself, Jayce seems beyond the capacity for words. He's looking at you like he wants to devour you, like he wants to take you off Viktor's lap and fuck you right on the floor. But you both know he wouldn't do that without Viktor's approval, at the risk of getting on the other man’s bad side again.

Viktor's cock hits a peculiarly sensitive spot inside you and you cry out from the sudden shock, loling out your tongue involuntarily. Jayc makes a strangled sound at the sight, and it visibly takes all his self-control to not shove himself into the warmth of your throat.

“For once, I cannot get you to talk when I actually want you to,” Viktor tsks in disapproval, but it's clear he's not frustrated; rather, he seems to enjoy the trance-like silence Jayce has been reduced to.

“F-fuck, I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen,” the younger man sputters, delirious, his fist moving with a frenzied pace. “I can see your cock in and out of her every time she bounces like that. Her tits look so good…”

You recognize that slight pitch in his voice, the rumbling in his throat; he's close again.

“What else?” Viktor hums, not letting him have a moment of respite. You can hear ragged gasps next to your ear, parts of heaved curses indicating he too is nearing his end, but he's still firmly insistent on being the one in control of it all.

Jayce whines in struggle, but it's hard to hear with how loud the sound of your own moans echo in the room. You've been using Viktor's cock to hit that one spot over and over, chasing your high without restraint, the familiar clenching of your walls maddening.

“She looks all fucked out. Like she -fuck- like she's so close to cumming around you…”

The other man seems pleased by that if the way you feel him twitch inside you is evidence. “Good observations,” he replies in playful irony. “Perhaps there is still a scientist in there.”

The hand on your stomach leaves its comfortable position to wrap around your neck, the pressure light, just barely restricting airflow.

“Sweet thing,” he calls out to you once more. “You can pick up the pace a little. I want you to never look away from Mr Talis's eyes.”

It's a hard request to fulfill considering how badly you want to squint your eyes shut in the agonizing pleasure; but you try your very best, unshed tears of exhaustion starting to pool and blurying your vision.

The sight of you so desperately trying to obey Viktor's order to focus on nothing but him is what finally undoes Jayce, who lets out one final loud curse:

“Shit-!”

He cums all over your academy blouse with a shout, little droplets reaching as high as your chin. It barely takes three more thrusts against Viktor for you to join him, crying tears of relief as an intense wave of bliss rocks your entire body. With your limbs reduced to nothing but putty, your head falls forward in exhaustion, thankfully stopped by Jayce's strong torso; the fabric of his dress shirt feels like satin against your face, burying your sobs.

Viktor takes a moment longer to reach his peak, fucking into your exhausted body with concentration, thick eyebrows furrowed. It's too much, too rough, and you throw your head back to whine against his neck pitifully. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath before he finally unloads into you with a long groan.

“Shh, good girl,” he compliments you soothingly as his warmth settles into your core, kissing your neck leisurely in praise. “You have done so well.”

He bends your head back slightly more to catch your mouth in an open-mouth kiss, slow and tired, sloppy from your mutual exhaustion. Jayce groans, his hand somehow still on his softened cock, pumping it lazily; his stamina is utterly unbelievable.

“Okay, actually, this might be the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he comments hoarsely, absorbing the way your tongue dances with Viktor's with every inch of his capacities.

Viktor concludes the wet kiss with a small peck on your lips, smiling as your head falls back on his shoulder in fatigue, your eyes shut close.

“Because you managed to get yourself all over her?” he throws back at Jayce, as calm and confident as if he hadn't just made you go through the most intense orgasm of your life. “Your ego will never cease to impress me.”

The stars behind your eyelids are still spinning; you weakly try to move an arm, finding it almost completely unresponsive.

“Sir?” you ask, and you almost don't recognize your voice with how rough and broken it resonates in the empty lab.

“I think we have reached the point where you are allowed to call me by my name in private,” Viktor amusedly hums close to you.

“Viktor, I…”

You want to open your eyes, to look into his golden eyes again and see the way he looks right after sex, but they're sealed shut from how worn out you are. “…I don't think I can move right away.”

That earns you a content chuckle from one man and a disbelieving laugh from the other.

“Jayce,” Viktor asks, now with a tone of request rather than command, “be a gentleman for once and carry her to her bedroom. The poor thing is exhausted.”

Jayce snorts, for once tonight the one hitting back with irony:

“And whose fault is that?”

Viktor’s fingers, still loosely wrapped around your throat as lightly as feathers, slide down to massage the tender muscles at the base of your nape. You moan brokenly into the touch. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

“Undeniably yours. I am not the one sneaking around in the academy for nefarious purposes,” Viktor retorts playfully, tiredness noticeable but skillfully hidden in his voice. “But if you were to have a bad idea like this once more… I believe I can offer you my services as her supervisor. For both your sakes.”

giving a sleepy, overworked viktor head late in the lab..? and because hes so tired he's just dumb and needy....???? (ig somno if you squint)

18+ ᴍᴅɴɪ

“what do i have to do to pull you away from that?” you sighed, practically hanging off the back of your lover’s chair. you took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the room, soon to approach midnight. viktor answered you with a simple, deflective hum and you rolled your eyes. if he didn’t complain about the exhaustion making his chronic pain flare up, you would have pulled him away from that desk with your bare hands and throw him on the nearest plush surface. you sighed again, a little louder this time, a little pointed.

“am i boring you, love?” he rasped, exhaustion heavily coating his voice and thickening his accent.

“you really can’t take your eyes off that thing for just a second?” you leant down over his shoulder, exasperatedly nodding toward his project. “not. one. second.” he answered, not even raising his eyes to meet yours, focused entirely on scribbling down what looked to be an equation.

oh. you took that as a challenge.

wordlessly, you gently nudged the wheels of his chair away from its place flush against his desk. he barely noticed, only giving you a slight furrow of his thick brows. you rounded the chair in front of him and slowly sank to your knees. “not one second?” you tilted your head coquettishly. at your words, he allowed himself to spare a glance at you, kneeling before him, under his desk. his breath hitched in his throat, trapping his response in his chest. a glance was all he could afford if he wanted to focus. even in the dim lamplight, you could see the faintest brush of pink across his cheeks. smirking triumphantly, you carefully reach up for the zipper of his pants. he loudly clears his throat when he feels your fingers so close.

“darling.” he called as a warning, stopping short in his work but still refusing to tear his eyes off of it.

“you want me to stop?” you asked earnestly, though you were sure you already knew the answer. he fixed you with a look. a permissive look, but a firm look, like an ‘i can’t resist this but i also won’t endorse it’ kind of look. you bit down on your grinning lip and pulled his pants down entirely. you could feel him tensing his muscles under your hands, willing himself to keep his focus on his work. you slowly pulled his cock from his constraints, giving it a single kiss on the head.

a soft groan rumbled in his throat, one hand dropping his pen and moving to cover his mouth. he could not look at you. he could not look at you. if he looked at you, he’d be done for the night, his brain would be absolutely fried and, oh, goddammit. your cheeks are hollowed, pretty plump lips wrapped around him, mischievous eyes glinting up at him. “fuck.” he groans again, closing his eyes and letting them open in your direction, finally. you braced your hands on his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into the pillowy flesh of his good leg. you finally got those pretty whines to come out. “evil…” his chest rises and falls heavily with each labored breath, becoming more and more ragged the more you fill your mouth with him. “evil woman.”

you giggle as much as you can with him on your tongue and it vibrates oh so good around him, causing him to toss his head back and whimper, “please…” one hand blindly reaches for your hair, gently tangling his long fingers in your locks, guiding you. oh, you’ve got him now. “oh, god, please don’t stop…” you will yourself to take him as deep as you can, and he hisses as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. he opens his eyes to check on you, pulling you off for a moment. he takes the brief respite to tilt your chin up and give you a few quick kisses, babbling things like sweet girl and i love you so much and i’m sorry for neglecting my poor little darling and i could never say no to that pretty face in between. you can’t help but giggle at his sleepy verbage, more mushy than usual.

“that’s cute.” you take his hand off your chin, threading your own fingers through his. looking at his achingly hard cock. “i wasn’t done, though.”

he gives you one of his cocky, lopsided smiles and pats his lap. “no, no you weren’t.”

I will be ridiculously honest, I like this story just don’t wanna lose this post again 💅🏾

A Night to Remember (Part 1)

ModernAU!Viktor x f!Reader x Jayce Talis | 4K | 18+

Jayce and Viktor hold an end-of-semester party for their co-workers at the university, but not for entirely innocent reasons. They’re both hoping you’ll show up and give either of them a chance, since you’ve been extremely flirty with both of them in the past. This turns into a little friendly competition, and ends in a way neither of them expected.

A/n: this ended up being so damn long that I decided to break it into parts. probably there will be 3 or 4 in total. strap in for the long haul babes, because this is going to be a long ride 😏 

PART 2 | PART 3

Everything was perfect. All the best bottles were lined up against the bar wall, Jayce having to refrain from reaching out and completely centering each one. The house’s music system was connected and streaming a curated playlist Viktor had put together, containing all your favourite songs. All that was left was for you to show up.

“Heard anything yet?” Jayce asked, bringing his thumb to his mouth. Viktor lifted a hand and wrapped it around his wrist, tugging it away before he could start chewing on his nail.

“Well…” Viktor leant against the counter next to his friend, pressing on the little circle of your face. Your recent Instagram story popped up, showing a mirror selfie of you surrounded by your friends as you got ready, a black cowboy hat askew on your head as you lifted a bottle of apple cider to your lips.

“You told her she didn’t need to bring anything, right?” Jayce asked nervously. “I don’t have any party tricks, dude. I’m the cocktail guy, That’s it.”

Viktor huffed a laugh, “Someone’s nervous.”

“Hey,” he frowned, “I’m not the one meticulously planning to queue up the ‘perfect entrance song’ for (Y/n)’s arrival. Seriously, how are you going to time that- Ow!”

Viktor’s smile fell as he accidentally stomped his cane down onto Jayce’s foot. “My bad,” he shrugged, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “She will be here in approximately…” Viktor tapped his chin, muttering, “based on previous parties, she tends to arrive almost an hour late. Never the full hour, though, she never wants to appear rude… hmph, I would say fifteen minutes.”

Jayce shook his head, laughing. “You’re so fucking whipped.”

“Eh, I prefer ‘well-prepared’,” Viktor replied, “Anyway, I am only as ‘whipped’ as you.”

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Neon lights

hi babes!!!! not sure what this is but here ya go✨✨✨

Viktor x gender neutral reader, 5k words

modern no magic au, viktor is still disabled but not actively dying au, everyone is an academy student because i said so. this will be a two part story!

summary: The last exams of the season are over in the Academy, and people are celebrating. Jayce, Mel and Viktor have a victorious pub quiz team, and after your classmates stand you up, you join them. And end up spending the night sitting in Viktor's lap.

Warnings: bar scene, implied drinking/alcohol but no-one's really drunk. also i think i might have accidentally given the reader anxiety

Tags: @writingmysanity

It’ll be fun, they’d said. You have to come, they’d said. Let’s all go, they’d said. 

And then they, your stupid traitorous classmates, dared not to show up. Which you, of course, only found out after dragging your sorry ass to the bar. 

It was a statistical miracle none of them were there, really. Celebrating the end of exam season was standard custom, and usually everyone flooded to the closest bars and nightclubs, probably increasing their nightly revenue by at least 500%. 

The place was packed, as usual, but you just couldn’t find any of the people that had participated in talking you into coming. 

Maybe they’re just not here yet, your brain offers only semi-helpfully, and you only semi-believe it. The quiet unsettling anxiety of being alone in a place where everyone else had someone to talk to starts to creep up on you, and a part of you starts to regret leaving home in the first place. For a moment, you wonder if they could have done this to you on purpose, but that doesn’t make much sense, so you try to abandon that particular train of thought. 

It was loud, the floors were sticky, and your clothes were getting more uncomfortable by the minute. You could have been home reading. Watching a movie. Playing a game. Something. Something familiar, something quiet, something comfortable. 

An annoying little echo of something one of your friends – real friends, not ones that stood you up at bars – had said to you once plays out in your head. 

Doing things is good for you. 

Don’t be alone all the time. 

You sigh a little to yourself. 

Ugh, fine, you think, and then you take a deep breath, squish that creeping anxiety like an annoying bug, and walk to the bar. 

You were already there. 

You might as well try to have some fun. There was supposed to be a pub quiz later – with only topics that no-one would have to learn in school – and that seemed interesting. Maybe you could get something good to drink, find a nice corner, and try that. One person teams were allowed, if you remembered correctly. 

The bar is crowded, with everyone wanting drinks and refills and trying to hit on the bartenders, so you have to wait a while before you can order, but that’s fine. At least you have something to do. 

Leaning on the counter, you look around as you wait your turn. The place was full of students; some of whom you recognized but didn’t really know, people you had seen around but never talked to, a few you’d shared classes or lab shifts with but no longer remembered the names of. 

It makes you feel a little better that to them, you were probably just another nameless face in the crowd, just like they were to you. 

Slowly, you get used to the surroundings, the too-loud mind numbing music and soft-sticky floors, people bumping into you occasionally. It all fades into a background mush of a steady hum and droning of the bass.

When it’s finally your turn, you order something that had a strange name and a funny color, and that was definitely overpriced. But everything there was, so you try not to dwell on it. Your drink comes with a purple glow stick and turns out to be sweet, ambiguously fruity, and so good that a part of you was disappointed. 

You’d want more of those. 

Dammit. 

You tuck that thought to the back of your head – a problem for future you – and walk away from the counter, making space for other people waiting to order. You’re not sure if the whole drink is purple, or if that’s just the glow stick, but you decide that that doesn’t really matter.

Looking for a free spot away from the loudspeakers, you successfully make it to a far corner without spilling your drink or crashing into anybody, which was, in itself, a victory of sorts. 

And then you almost spill your drink anyway when someone calls your name. Loudly. 

It’s Jayce. One of the more familiar faces on campus. You’d had some classes with him, seen him around, in events and workshops and at the library. He was the kind of person that seemed to be everywhere, so really, you weren’t that surprised to see him. He could pop up at the lab, or in an office or a hallway somewhere, or a fundraiser or a gala or a competition at any given moment, smile politely and stop for some smalltalk, and then continue on his way. He was everywhere and he was friends with everybody, at least on some level, it seemed. Most often he was in the company of one of two people, though; 

Mel, who was currently sitting on his lap, 

or Viktor, who was sitting next to them, avoiding being squished between Jayce and the wall. The three of them were on a two-person couch, in one of the far corners.

You gather yourself and slip closer to them, grateful to have somewhere to go and someone to hang out with.

Mel being there didn’t surprise you. She was – not shockingly – also the type of person that seemed to be everywhere or at least have some contacts there, so her participation in social events wasn’t out of the ordinary. She was studying something in the realm of political science, you weren’t sure of the details, but you had already mentally accepted the possibility that she would probably be running for president someday. 

Viktor, however? Viktor didn’t…do this. Not that you knew, at least. You’d shared classes with him, too, and he was in the lab more often than not. You weren’t exactly sure what he did as a student and what he did as a teacher’s assistant, the line between the two seemed to be a bit hazy, and he also seemed to have some independent job working at the lab. He’d talked about it before, but you were pretty sure you still didn’t know all of it. 

He was the type of person that would just casually say I have to go tend to the porous silicon now, excuse me, and never explain what the porous silicon was for, because apparently that part was obvious.

Or, you know, he’d reveal himself as working as a teacher’s assistant only after you’d only complained to him about the poor quality the class had been organized in. 

At least he had had fun with that one.

And at least he’d agreed. 

So, when you saw him, it was usually either in the lab, in the library, or out somewhere getting coffee. Most of your interactions consisted of lab-related things, or homework, or complaining about the inconvenient and too-short hours places such as the library, the cafeteria, or the coffee shops were open.

This was not a place you expected to see him in. 

“Care to join our team?” Mel asks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We could use a fourth.”

Ah. 

The pub quiz. 

That made sense. 

You relax a little as you get out of the crowd properly and close enough to talk to them without having to shout. “Sure,” You say, giving them a smile, “Sounds fun.” 

Then, you lick your lips and swallow, looking over the room quickly again. “I was supposed to come here with some classmates but I think they might have stood me up.” 

Mel hums a little in response, Jayce frowns, and Viktor looks almost a little offended on your behalf. 

“Well, we’re more than happy to have you on our team.” Mel continues, “Do you happen to have any obscure areas of expertise that might be useful?”

You smile at her. “I guess we’ll have to see.” 

“Last chance to google something.” Jayce says, already looking down at his phone.

You furrow your brows, a little amused, and look at Viktor. “Do you guys usually prepare for this a lot?” You ask, “You know the winners get like, a coupon for drinks, not their weight in gold and half the kingdom?”

Viktor smiles a little. “Yes,” He answers, leaning forward slightly, “but it’s more fun if you win.” 

“Besides,” Jayce adds, still not looking up from his phone, “free drinks.” 

“And –” Viktor nods, even though Jayce can’t see him, “if we get enough of those coupons, isn’t it kind of like getting half the kingdom?”

“Oh, so you’re playing the long game then,” You smile, “going to win, what, for the next couple of decades and drink for free?”

“Give or take.” He answers, “Not sure where this place is valued at. Might take less than a decade. This isn’t exactly a high-class establishment.”

“But it is popular,” Mel interjects, sounding like she’s only half-serious, “students bring in a lot of money. Not compared to some other places, but still.”

Jayce hums in agreement, shifting a little in his place as he puts his phone away. He only needs to point towards the nearest table before Mel leans over, grabs a piece of paper that was, apparently, their answer sheet, and modifies their team to include four, not three people. 

“You should sit,” She says, as she’s writing, and for a second you just look at her. 

Where? is the obvious question your brain immediately supplies, you three barely fit there and there’s no free seats anywhere. 

Before you can ask, she looks up at you and answers. 

By gesturing towards Viktor. 

“It would make me look better if you sat on his lap, too.” Mel continues, like it’s the most reasonable thing ever, “That way I won’t stand out as much and look stupid on my own. Besides, we’ll all be close to each other that way. Easier to conspire.”

For a moment, you stare at her. 

And then you stare at Viktor, who is, slowly but steadily, turning slightly red. 

“Hang on,” Jayce says, “you think sitting on my lap makes you look stupid?”

Mel smiles and leans back against him. “Depends on the context.” Mel answers, before turning her attention back to you, and to Viktor. 

Who clears his throat. 

“I mean – if you want –” He says, and it’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you were expecting. It’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you would have been capable of in his place. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him, slightly hesitant. This was, this whole situation and where it was going, wildly uncharted waters. Yes, you were friends or – or something, you were closer to him than you were to anyone else there, but sitting in his lap was not something you had expected to happen. 

And – yes, you were not opposed to the idea, not at all, but – 

“Yes,” He answers, “don’t worry, you won’t break me.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks.” Jayce agrees, and for a second, you just let yourself feel everything around you. 

The music. The sticky floor. The aftertaste of the sugary sweet drink in your mouth. The way Viktor was looking at you. 

The moment. 

You mentally strangle the hesitant anxiety pooling at the bottom of your stomach, shrug softly with one shoulder, and take a few steps to stand directly in front of Viktor, your knees brushing his. Handing your drink to Mel for safekeeping, you carefully settle into his lap, barely daring to breathe, making sure not to knock over the cane that was leaning against the wall next to him. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You ask him quietly, leaning back slightly so he could hear you better, “You should tell me if I am.”

He swallows – you can feel it. “Eh, no –” He says, and his voice is so close that it surprises you, “ – you’re not. Don’t worry.” 

You exhale, slowly, and try your best to relax. 

Trying is the best you can do, though – feeling him pressed against you is causing way too many thoughts and feelings to happen for you to truly focus on anything else. He was warm, and firm, and you could feel his breathing, and you were sitting in his lap. 

You were. In his lap. 

You were not even going to let your brain go there. 

No, this was a normal, casual situation, and you were going to be cool about it. So what if you had a crush on him? So what if you could feel him pressed against your back, your ass –

“Good.” Mel says, smiling as she hands your drink back to you. You take it, carefully, trying not to move too much in case it’d make him uncomfortable. 

You were going to be cool about this. 

You came here to have fun, and that’s what you were going to do. 

“Thanks.” You tell her, giving her a smile and trying your best to act normal about the whole situation. 

“What is that?” She asks, motioning towards your drink with one hand, “It looks good.” 

“Oh.” You answer, looking down at your drink again, racking your brain for the name of it, “Something new, I think? It was called, uh, Krypton?” 

“Right, they’re doing that periodic table thing.” Jayce comments.

“Naming drinks after elements?” Mel asks, “Why?”

“Probably because a lot of nerds frequent this place.” Viktor answers, and again, his voice is so close that it’s like he’s talking directly into your ear. You can feel it, the words rumbling through his chest. 

“What’s it taste like?” Mel continues, ignoring his comment, “Krypton?”

You hum thoughtfully, and take a sip. 

“I would hope not.” Viktor answers while you’re trying to figure out what it does taste like.

“Krypton doesn’t taste like anything.” He continues, “That’d be a pretty sad drink.”

You can’t help smiling at his answer. 

“Why do you know that?” You ask, leaning closer to him again, tilting back your head slightly. 

You can’t see it, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. 

“I know a lot of things. You'd be surprised.” He says. 

Quietly. 

Just for you. 

Before you let yourself get too focused on what his voice sounds like that – close and quiet, so close – you take a breath and turn to look at Mel again. 

“I think it tastes like lemon and rose.” 

She lifts her eyebrows and nods thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to try that once we get our kingdom’s worth of free drinks.”

“Wasn’t it half a kingdom?” Jayce asks, reaching for his own drink on the table.

“I’m optimistic.” Mel answers, smiling. 

“Is krypton purple?” Jayce then continues, now, you’re assuming, to Viktor. 

He hums in answer, and you can feel it. Every slow second of his chest reverberating against your spine, you could feel it resonate in your rib cage, and then when he speaks, it’s no better. His voice is so close that it’s all you could focus on, etching the sound of it into permanent memory without even trying. 

“It glows purple,” He says, “if you run a high enough voltage electric current through it. It’s colorless, normally, but for the sake of argument I guess we can say that it’s purple, yes.”

“Huh.” Jayce answers, leaning back in his seat. 

Viktor mirrors his movement, and you can feel him shift under you. 

His hand brushes your side, and then settles by your waist, a weight so light you half think you’re imagining it.

That, inevitably, reminds your entire body of the position you were in, which was extremely close to him. and you need to focus a lot of your energy on not combusting on the spot. You had never been so close to him before – why would you have been, you were friends – and this was… a whole lot of entirely new sensations. 

He was so close. 

What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

Was it as much as you were feeling?

You were acutely aware of every single point of contact between your bodies, and you were trying not to think about it too much, but, well, that’s just impossible. He was so close, and you could still feel his every breath, feel his every word rumble through his chest, and – 

Mel says something to you, pulling your focus back to her. She’s explaining how the quiz works, what the rules are, and you try your best to listen. 

In the background, though, Jayce and Viktor are talking something about circuit boards, and you can feel his every word. And it is wonderful and heavy and almost unfair, how he’s so close and not closer. How he’s talking like this, every word brushing past your ear, and you know it’s not really what it feels like. This isn’t for you, you’re just there. 

But…he wouldn’t have agreed to this if he didn’t want you there, right? He wasn’t a person that did things he didn’t want to do. He didn’t stay in situations he didn’t like. And he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be. 

He hums in response to something Jayce had said, and leans closer to you.

Closer to the table. 

“Can you hand me my drink?” He asks, voice quiet, and very close to your ear. Smooth, and gentle, and low, it goes straight to the pit of your stomach. You can feel him nod towards the table, and, presumably, the one half-full glass there.

For a single heartbeat, you just revel in that feeling. And then you let go of that and lean towards the table, putting down your own drink and grabbing what must have been his.

“Yeah,” You exhale, and hold it out to him carefully. “here.” 

His hand snakes past you, and his fingers brush yours, careful as ever as he takes the drink from you. “Thank you.” He breathes, so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, and you have to suppress a shiver. 

And then he’s back to talking about the circuit boards – something about heat resistant coating and trying to find a new way to attach some wires – and you listen. Try not to feel guilty about how much you were enjoying every second. 

They go back and forth for a moment, going through ideas, and you listen. You’re not sure what it’s about, not anything you were familiar with. Probably not course work, then.

You reach over to the table to grab your own drink again, and then settle back against him. He’s mid-sentence, saying something about mechanical stress – No, that won’t work, it will put too much stress on the wires – and you sip your drink, trying to figure out what they were talking about. They both probably knew more about engineering than you did, but you were still curious. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask, leaning back against his chest and tilting your head up, closer to him. 

He breathes out a quiet hum before explaining. 

“We want to connect two circuit boards in moving parts,” He explains, “which means it needs to be more durable than it is now. The solder keeps breaking, and the wires would get damaged in the long run.” 

You hum thoughtfully, trying to get a hold of the problem. “What have you tried so far?”

“Additional joints,” Jayce answers, and you can feel Viktor nod. 

“Heat resistant coating, it protects the wires.” Viktor adds.

“...But not the connections.” You continue the thought, nodding.

“Right.” Viktor agrees, “The components are small, the solder can’t take the stress.” 

You hum thoughtfully, thinking it through. “Right.” 

And then you lean towards Mel, and the answer sheet for the oncoming quiz. “Gimme.” You reach towards the paper, “The pen, too.”

She looks surprised, and you roll your eyes a little. “I’m going to use the blank side.” You reassure her, and slowly, she hands you the paper and the pen.

“Have you tried putting any kind of casing around the connection?” You ask, “What’s the geometry like?”

“Eh–” He starts, leaning closer to see the paper, “No. And it’s flat.” Then, he shifts a little, “Do we have space for casings?” 

That’s aimed towards Jayce, and while he thinks, you draw a tentative sketch of what you were thinking. If the soldered connections were the brittle part but the wire itself could be coated, they could build a protective casing around the connection, and let the wire go through it. 

“If we move around the components a bit,” Jayce answers, “then I think so, yeah?”

You can feel Viktor nod slowly, and he leans closer, to look at the paper over your shoulder. 

“Would something like this work?” You ask, knowing he was watching, studying it. You lean back and put down the pen, giving him a better view of what you’d drawn. 

He hums thoughtfully, and his breath hits your cheek, the low rumble of his voice feeling like it wraps itself around your spine and drips straight into your core. 

You do your best to ignore it. 

“Could work.” He says quietly, before reaching for the pen. You tug it closer for him to reach, and he takes it, and scribbles something down to the paper, too. 

“We have three wires,” He mutters, drawing three small lines inside your model of the casing. “we’d need to –” He trails off, and you assume that at this point, he’s mainly talking to himself. That’s okay by you; you just listen to his voice and watch as he draws with quick, nimble fingers. His breathing is deep and steady, and you can feel all of it.

He keeps sketching, and then exhales deeply, shifting slightly again. “That could work. We could try that.” He says, thoughtfully, lifting the paper from the table and looking at it for a moment before handing it to Jayce. “What do you think?” 

You smile, proud of yourself for potentially solving their problem, and Jayce looks over the sketch, squinting in the low lighting. 

As Viktor leans back to his original spot, you settle against him again – and his hand grips your hip, hard, holding you in place. 

“Please don’t say anything.” He whispers, quiet and breathy, directly into your ear. Closer than at any point before.

For one fast heartbeat, you’re confused. 

And then you realize what’s going on; in the new position, you’re pressed against him again.

“I can’t–” He continues through his teeth, voice still so quiet you barely make it out, and the sentence ends in a quiet, frustrated groan. "...control this, at the moment."

You can feel his breathing, now considerably less relaxed than before, and – you’re pretty sure you could even feel his heartbeat, fast and pounding against you. 

Unless that was your own. You weren’t sure.

You could feel every inch of him pressed against you. 

Including what was definitely an erection. 

The realization makes heat flood through you, and with it, a few anxious knots somewhere deep inside you dissolve. 

One, he definitely wasn’t uncomfortable with you being in his lap, then, at least not in the way you’d feared, and two; you weren’t the only one feeling like this. Feeling like your skin was tingling, like you wanted to drink in every second of this and burn it to your memory, your focus honing in on every point of contact.

You glance over at Jayce and Mel – both studying the drawing now. 

Good. 

You smile a little to yourself. 

“Circuit boards, then?” You whisper, tilting your head so that you were talking only to him, “That’s what does it for you?” 

He exhales a small, slightly-strangled chuckle, and briefly drops his head on your shoulder. 

“Right.” He mutters. “That’s what this is about. Absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with you.” 

He still sounds like he’s whispering through gritted teeth, and for a moment, you feel genuinely sorry for him. 

But not so sorry that it would cancel out everything else you were feeling about him.

This was the guy you’d had a crush on for – far too long. And here he was. Like this. Because of you. 

You were on uncharted waters, for sure; teetering on the edge of something. 

And you wanted to know what was on the other side. 

“If it makes you feel better,” You say slowly, quietly, letting your fingers brush his thigh, “I’ve been turned on since I sat here and felt you pressed against me like this, heard your voice so close.”

You can feel him take a deep, slightly-shaky breath. “No,” He mutters, “that definitely does not make me feel better. Or, it does, but that’s not good, it also means it’s going to be a lot more difficult to –” He swallows. "Compose myself again."

“Sorry.” You breathe out. 

You’re not sorry. Not really. And he knows it; you can hear it in the half groan - half sigh that he makes. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything,” He whispers, “like this, when you’re right there?”

“Sorry.” You try again, and it’s not sincere this time, either. 

“This is torture.” 

“The good kind?”

He swallows, and his hand on your hip flexes, tightening the grip.

“The best.”

You look over to Jayce and Mel again. They’re talking about something, you can’t hear what it is, but that’s just good. It means that odds are they couldn’t have heard anything of your conversation either. 

Mel gets your attention first, asking you to go to the bathroom with her before the quiz – apparently she needs a buffer to make sure she doesn’t get caught in any conversations – and as she explains this, Viktor’s grip on your hip loosens, and he sighs quietly. 

“Sorry.” You breathe in his direction, this time more sincerely. 

In response, he lets out a long exhale, and shifts a little as you get up. 

You feel genuinely bad for him now, but at this point, there wasn’t much you could do. 

At least there was a table in front of him. 

Mel tells the boys to watch your drinks as she pulls you along. The people had moved to the tables, mostly, in anticipation of the quiz, and the bathroom wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. You don’t even need to wait in line. 

“Still no sign of your friends?” Mel asks, casually, as she’s checking her makeup in the mirror.

“No,” You answer, “but they’re not really my friends. Just classmates.”

She hums in answer. Then, she changes the topic, as smoothly as she does everything else. 

“How’s it going with Viktor?” She asks, and coming from her, it sounds casual. Like a totally normal question. 

You don’t know how to give her a normal answer, though. 

She glances at you, waiting. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, which is stupid, because the question doesn’t really leave much up for interpretation.

She lifts a single eyebrow. “I mean,” She says, slowly, “you two fit together like nuts and bolts, the boy has had a massive thing for you for ages, and you’re sitting in his lap.” She lists, “So, how’s it going?” 

You swallow, trying to think of something to say. 

“Good,” You start, “good, I guess?” 

That was true. It definitely wasn’t going badly. It was weird and new and you wanted to speak to him somewhere where you could be alone, but whatever this weird new thing was it definitely wasn’t bad. 

She hums again. Looks at you for a moment, before turning back to her reflection. “Good.” She echoes, “He deserves good things.” She adds, “And so do you.” 

You nod a little, not sure how to answer.

She doesn’t wait for an answer before walking out. "Come on."

Right. 

Now you just needed to go back out there, sit on his lap for the rest of the night without spontaneously combusting, and figure out where to go from there. 

That was going to be fun.

Part 2

Oh yeah we back AND BRICKED 🧱

*rubbing my hands together like an evil fly*

FINGERS. (meljayvik x reader)

please read! if this finds the right audience, yall may recognize this fic. its because this was posted before a few weeks ago and then suddenly disappeared. i deleted my account cus i lost commitment like a mf. and then one day i came across a post with replies MOURNING the fact i deleted this fic and i kinda felt bad, so here's me reuploading it

(this is LONGER than the original 2 separate parts i posted. this fic has both parts combined in one post, including part three, which i never released, in the end of this post)

warning, this fic IS unfinished. but jayce x reader do get to fuck in the end. if im feeling silly i might just wrap it up on another post if u guys find this

tags: mel x reader, jayce x reader, viktor x reader. scissoring, riding, hate sex, blood but in a sexual way? fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play? no actual foursome with all of them, but..., scene where viktor and jayce watch u make out w mel, jealousy, miscommunication that gets fixed, jayce is an asshole, reader feeds into it, not a lot of mentions of y/n, reader is AFAB, doggy, praise and degredation (idk if this is js me but i LOVE when mfs are mean as hell!!! so the sex scene between jayce n reader may not be 4 everyone)

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Enchanting, you were. The youngest female councilor in PIltover. A sight for sore fucking eyes, and Mel Medardas closest friend.

Alone, everyone was calculating your every move, every huff of a breath or flimsy strand of hair. All eyes were on you. How could it not? You were enthralling, completely and utterly captivating. But with Mel, it was as if you two had the world in a sweet hypnosis. A brainwash anyone would sell their soul for.

At any event Mel attended, the rest automatically knew you would be there too. The idea of you came in a pair. Everyone had gotten used to the idea of Mel and Y/N, getting something from one, and expecting something from the other. 

With a long day of discussing material trade with leaders of other regions, your mind had felt heavy in your skull. Talking politics consistently everyday the moment the clock ticks dawn, it only mentally tires you little by little, day by day. Today had been particularly annoying, speaking with the leaders of Noxus, and of course, the one and only Ambessa Medarda.

With her constant demand and pushiness for the native tools of Piltover's sea-gates, the conversation, soon turned into an argument, had lasted a while. Yet, it seemed Ambessa had always had a soft spot for you over her own daughter, which felt unfair and bothersome. You had discussed your feelings about it to Mel, to which she responded with an elegant, unbothered shrug. 

"With a face like yours, I would too."  She grinned, tightening the band around her hair as she yawned. 

You sat up from your spot on her bed. "I'm not sure M. You're her daughter. I'm not. It feels unfair, truly horrible." You tucked a strand of your own hair behind your ear as the blanket slipped off you, revealing a buttoned pajama shirt.

It wasn't uncommon to sleep over in your best friend's room, rotating between each other's rooms and talking until it was required for you both to sleep, considering every tomorrow has something important ready for the two of you.

Mel sighs, turning from the mirror to you. "I'm her daughter, like you said. She expects the most from me, while you're not. So she's never really disappointed with you, since her standards were never grounded for you. Unlike me, Y/N/N. So don't get yourself worked up for it."

Your shoes click against the floors, announcing your presence to the beautifully empty hallways. Surprise surprise, you were on your way to see Mel. 

The meeting had ended and you were held behind by Salo as you watched her leave the meeting, wishing you had left with her. If there was anyone who could understand your irritation and dreadfulness of the day, it would be her.

Turning a corner, you recount the steps to her room you've memorized a thousand times before, hearing unusual faint chatter coming from her bedroom. Getting closer, you see her room slightly open as her mothers voice blends to your hearing. Stopping your approach to her room, you're far enough to see and hear them, but not enough for them to say the same about you.

"You're distracted, girl." Ambessa grabbed her chin and made her lookup as Mel shoved herself out of her grasp, her scowl undeniable.

"Mother," Mel voiced every syllable in the word, her accent present. "Do I look distracted?" She stared her mother down (or rather up, considering their height difference), and you swallowed. Her gaze seemed a blend of anger, hatred, yet somehow mixed with just as much respect for her mother. You couldn't understand it, truly.

"You are sloppy and confused. Yes, child, you are distracted." Ambessa grumbles, taking a step closer to her and making her seem smaller, inferior as she doesn't bother breaking eye contact with her only daughter. 

That statement puzzled you. Mel is possibly the most organized person you have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Feeling as if you're overstepping a boundary, you twist your heel and begin walking the opposite direction, a feeling of small disappointment churning in your stomach, for you were hoping to talk with her as you stretched your limbs across her soft bed and undid your hair.

Her mother, to you, and possibly even her, will always be a case left open. A case no one can solve, or even bother working on. You suppose you have no choice but to enter your own private corridors, but you didn't want to. You wanted someone to complain to, someone who could understand your impatience with the day.

Besides Mel, no one came to your mind but one. Viktor.

-

"And Salo? Gods, Salo couldn't stop speaking. He just wouldn't shut up, Viktor." You sighed, holding both your shoes by the strings with one hand while the other ran through your scalp, messaging your temple as you did so.

You're pretty sure a few zaps of light and fire just bounced from the corner of your eye, but you couldn't care. You were seated at a neglected workbench with a few nuts and bolts scattered across its flat surface and a stool with a chair made to numb your ass if sat on for too long.

"I thank the gods," Viktor says before pausing, lowering a relatively loud machine down to the scraps of metal, which only had millions of zaps left flying everywhere, his goggles flickering to the light as Jayce stood a few feet away from him, watching his work. "that I wasn't put in a notoriously boring political meeting everyday." He finishes after placing the tool onto the table, taking off his thick gloves.

Jayce gives him a look of mild annoyance, but mostly confusion. "Aren't you going to finish that—"

"You finish it, Jayce." Viktor interrupts as he grasps tightly onto his crutch, making his way to you. "I'm exhausted enough just listening to Y/N's day." He says and you grin at him, catching his honey eyes with yours.

Unlike Mel, who is very keen to keep any relationship in the Academy strictly professional, you had a better time befriending them. But, after a night of too much wine with Mel, she let slip that she had been getting up close and personal with Jayce. Your lips have been sealed shut since, but she made it beyond clear that nothing serious is going on between them.

"Oh, you haven't even heard the half of it, Vik." You say, and he gives you a look. The beauty spot above his lips curve to the expression of his grimace. His thickly arched eyebrows furrow, a bothered look on his face that didn't reach the smile playing on his lips.

"I bet you," He sits himself down in the chair across from yours on the workbench, "that the "half of it" will be a longer rant on Salo."

You don't confirm nor deny, "He just won't get the hint, Viktor." You grumble, reaching down to massage your ankle as you rambled on about your own council, and Noxus's stubborn behavior.

Viktor didn't mind at all. You gave him a break from whatever he's been focusing on, to temporarily indulge into whatever you have been. You had a way of story telling that he was just a fan of, constantly mentioning that if you weren't a politician, you'd be a phenomenal storyteller, or even writer. You never took him seriously, brushing off the comment with a flattered smile.

While Jayce, let out a scoff neither of you heard. His expression was full of irritation as neither of you bothered to notice. He picked up the machine and blocked your voice out of his mind as he began slicing down the slabs of metal, a slight tinge of satisfaction when the screeching noise of the machine would interrupt you.

You never thought much of Jayce. While he thought of you a lot more than you'd expect. But not for the reasons of flattery, more of envy. When he'd think of you, he'd be annoyed. He didn't get why everyone was so fond of you other than your looks. Jayce was aware of your beauty, appreciating it at times when he'd forget how much you'd annoy him. But what he didn't get was why everyone preferred you over him.

He was a better scientist, he'd say. He was now somewhat in the political circle, too, with the announcement of his Hextech invention. Though you've been around longer than him, and still younger than him, he didn't get anything that had to do with you that didn't relate to your beauty.

It had got to a point that Jayce felt like Viktor preferred you over him.

Mel, he could understand. Sure, you two are childhood best friends, whatever. Though it hurt a little bit, he didn't mind. But Viktor? His partner, who so blatantly left their work together to go chat to you about your day?

It had become a routine. 3 times a week, Jayce had memorized, when you couldn't find Mel, you'd find Viktor. You'd pull Viktor away from their work together, Jayce was left being the only one working on it as he was forced to listen about your day yet again.

Jayce looks over at the two of you from his section of the lab, putting the goggles over his head as he watches your face scrunch up to the weight of the story you're telling, your hands flailing in the air as you describe a particularly crazy part of the story you're telling. He darts his eyes to Viktor, who was watching you with intent, his eyes practically gleaming at you as he listened to you.

Gods, he loathed you.

Putting his goggles back over his eyes and rolling his sleeves up, he turned the machine back on as it cut you off once more. A slight smile on his lips as you were quiet, waiting patiently for him to finish so you could continue.

-

Eventually, thankfully, as Jayce would say, you had to go. And Viktor watched you leave with a small smile, replaying your conversation with him that he didn't participate much in besides small comments and facial expressions.

Jayce turned to Viktor, who's been awake for far too long to be considered healthy, his eyebags sunken on his face as he gets up from the chair, spreading his shoulders from his posture and leaning on his crutch as he stands straight. "You planning on helping me out in the lab anytime soon, Viktor?" Jayce asked bitterly as he shoved off the goggles that were resting on his forehead.

Viktor only lets out a sigh, fixing the cuffs around his wrists as he catches Jayce's eyes with his killer ones. "I won't hold your annoyance against you, Jayce. It is only natural when someone you envy ruins your mood. I am heading off to bed, and I assume you will continue your engineering in the forge." He says patiently as he takes a step toward the exit before shooting one last look targeted at Jayce.

"Which is something you had the will to choose instead of staying and listening to our conversation." He spoke lightly, but the point whipping through fast. Jayce furrows his eyebrows. "Listening to what? I spent the entire time doing the work you were supposed to finish." He argued, leaning back onto a heavy table.

"A scientist often times referred to Progress, should have the brain to consider that a man with a cane shouldn't be the one working on the heavy metal and machinery. Jayce, consider the fact that I am not the one you are truly mad at."

With that, Viktor left him alone in the laboratory with a temper that is only rising.

He's right. Jayce thought. It's fucking her.

- 

Viktor had made it to his room a far long while ago. He was twisting and turning but his brain wouldn't shut off, no matter how tired he was.

He had no choice but to stare at the dark ceiling in complete darkness, letting his imagination run wild as he stayed patient for slumber. Every time he'd attempt to solve an equation for the current Hexproject he's working on with Jayce, your face wouldn't suddenly appear in the middle of it all.

He wasn't able to get your expressions out of his mind, you spoke with such passion that he couldn't help but feel that you should be the one presenting speeches, not Heimerdinger. You told a bright vivid story with such little material, he found himself hoping that when Jayce and him were done with their current project, you would be the one to announce it. Not Jayce, not Heimerdinger, and definitely not him.

He turned to his good side, thinking about how next time you come complaining to him, he'll interfere. He'll blabber and chatter with you for once, see what you think of his storytelling. Viktor was fairly quiet and introverted, a trait you adored in him, it made him a great listener, and yet he still felt the need to impress you, which felt foolish.

Viktor felt foolish for having a little baby crush on you. Especially since he was quite sure you were too occupied with Mel to even think of him.

Mel.

How he was sour when it came to Mel Medarda. She's got both you and Jayce wrapped around her little golden-painted fingers. He was no match against her, and he knew it. When you two are in a room together, it's as if you're both glowing. He couldn't compare to Mel's rich melanin body, accented with gold and a radiating energy to her, when he was pale and sickly. Not to mention your body.

Cripple scientist from the Undercity, with eyes on a girl who would never stop for a second to think of him.

He wished he hadn't fallen asleep to that thought.

-

Soft fingers threaded featherily over your cheekbones, sliding down to your jaw before tracing down your neck. The sensation tickled you, blinking your eyes open to see Mel, calculating your face accordingly, with a look of adoration playing on her usually-inexpressive features.

She was laying on your bed, her hair undone and her nightgown wrinkled. You don't remember her coming in last night, but you were more than happy to have her in your bedroom so early on.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" She mutters, her warm breath fanning your face. You lashes flutter, adjusting yourself as you only slightly sit up, her fingers still softly lining your skin.

"I don't mind." You smile, which Mel visibly melts at, creating a little smile playing on her features too. "You okay?" You wonder, remembering the little instance of seeing her alone with her mother. Her smile slightly falters,

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Her voice is softly low, but you can see the hesitation behind it. You've known her far too long to be obliviously dumb.

You brush her undone hair behind her ear. "I saw you with your mom yesterday." You admit, seeing no purpose in lying about not seeing them.

She sighs, looking at you with her viridian eyes. "Yeah, my mother pointed out how she saw your shadow." Mel huffs, "Snarky, she is." She adds with a tinge of annoyance, probably recalling the conversation she's had with her.

You're glad you told the truth, since there would be no reason for you to have lied when Mel already knew. "How so? M, what did you two talk about?" You ask, studying her face as you share breaths, voices low considering how early it is.

"Just her disappointment in me, again." She says, closing her eyes as she lays her head on your shoulders. You can tell how much her mother stresses her, even when she isn't present in the room. You lean into her, you head over hers as you touch her arm, feeling the softness of her skin. It was impossible for the two of you to keep your hands to yourselves when you're together.

"She said—" Mel interrupts herself when she realizes how fast she spoke those two words, taking a deep breath. "She says you're distracting me."

Your movement on her arm goes still. That wasn't what you were expecting. You weren't fully expecting to be the topic of discussion when you found them together.

"I don't think so." You say lightly. "We've been with each other since we were still losing baby teeth. She should know we're only better when we're together." You go back to tracing her skin.

She hums, swiftly switching the topic of conversation as she would during a council meeting. "It's still early. I didn't find you when I was done with my mother. What were you up to?"

Your lips quirk upwards at the memory of last night, recalling Viktor making small remarks about his hatred for the council.

"Minus you, Y/N. You're tolerable. Very tolerable. Unlike…"

You cut him off, aware of the mutual dislike between Viktor and Mel. He mentally thanked you, he didn't want to talk about her when he's with you.

"Wait, wait." Mel lifts her head to look at you, stopping you before you could answer. "Were you in the lab? Again?"

You nod, your smile undeniable. Mel doesn't answer, she just looks at you. "You should know this by now, M. When I can't find you, I find Viktor. It's—it's my routine." You decide, considering that it is indeed a routine.

"Okay." She just said, and you frown, sitting fully up now.

"Look, M, I get you don't like Viktor for gods-know what reason, but I do. He's great to talk to." You sheepishly admit, fixing your shirt's hem-neckline more upward for decency not to show anything it's not meant to. Mel's eyes immediately dart there before back up to your face. You two are silent, and she visibly comes to a mental conclusion. You wished you could read her mind.

Laying on her stomach, she lifts her palm to her chin, her elbow holding her up. "He's cute.' She says after quiet seconds pass, almost like it hurts, but in an attempt to relate. "Do you like him?" 

You didn't answer immediately, processing her question. Thinking of his face, his demeanor, his hands. You loved his mind, his understanding, and how he's so much like you but how much he isn't. You liked him, and you'd be lying to not only Mel, but to yourself if you said you didn't.

"You do." She answered for you when you took too long. Mel saw the way your eyes had gone out of focus to ponder her question, your skin flushing as you thought about whatever you had been thinking about.

You nod. You go nonverbal when you're nervous, a habit Mel had gotten used to and definitely didn't go unnoticed now.

She pushed herself off your bed and stretched, not saying anything regarding the fact. "Long day ahead of us, love. I'll get ready here, is that all right?" She says, like your confession was nothing but a small gust of wind, like you hadn't said a word. You nod again, watching her strip out of her nightgown before you had even told her she could.

Getting up to do the same, you both change. Mel hummed like there wasn't a single thing on her mind.

She kept a spare change of clothes in your room from when she stayed over, and vice versa in her room. It was just easier that way.

Rummaging through your own wardrobe, you grab a few items of clothing that you loved on yourself, and so did Mel. She loved everything on you. Hooking your fingers around the bottom of your nightgown and slipping it off, you feel Mel's eyes brush past your figure, her eyes slipping down your legs and your hips, lingering on your chest and the slope of your waist before it was covered.

She goes back to paying attention to her own looks, her mind feeling like mush as she attempts to gather her thoughts.

You swallowed, watching her now that she looked away.

-

Mel kissed his lips, coating him glossy as she kissed her way down his chin, jaw, neck. Her hands cupped the side of Jayce's face as she devoured him. Their chests pressed up against each other as wild breathing and groaning could be heard throughout the empty room.

The grip he had on her naked hips tightened as she pressed  herself down on him, the moment her lips left his skin he caught it back with his mouth, the two slowly kissing the other. He sucked on her lower lip as she licked his, tongues grazed the others as Jayce moaned into her when she took all of him.

Her walls clenched around him as he rutted against her, her whimpering having him lose his mind as he slipped his hands down and gripped her ass. "Takin' me s'good," He grunted. She dipped her head to his shoulder in response, her forehead touching it as she lifted herself up and down against him, shaky breaths that turned into moans leaving her lips.

"Oh gods, Mel." Jayce moans, lifting a hand to cup her breasts and knead them, grazing a thumb over her nipple as she takes him in over and over again, coating him with her liquids.  "Mmm, cah—call me M." She mutters against him, kissing his shoulder before lifting her lips back to his.

Jayce, not thinking straight, moans into her mouth when she clenches around him, taking him faster as he thrusts into her harder. "M."

"Again," She pleads, yelping when she hits a particular spot that shoots with an overwhelming amount of pleasure, chasing that high as she grinds on him harder. "M," He sputtered, their tongues messily dancing against the others, "Feels s'good, M." He praises, gripping her harder, chasing his own orgasm after her and she finally breaks, reaching her peak as she finishes with a loud whimper, releasing and coating him with warmth that drips down his cock when he follows only shortly after.

It wasn't until she was knocked out beside him when Jayce realized he's never called her 'M' in his life, and that there was only one other person who did.

You.

-

After arrangements with the council and a discussion of plans, Mel and Jayce had stalked off together. You had your suspicions on what they were doing, and it seemed Viktor did too. That alone kept the two of you happily occupied.

Something was in the air today, though. After admitting your feelings to Mel only a few minutes prior, and being fully aware of them, you couldn't help but feel different around Viktor. You felt more drawn to him, yet more nervous. Scared, almost. You didn't realize how many doors coming to terms with your feelings had opened. Everything he did left a swift mark on your chest.

Like the way he was tinkering with the trinket in hand, adjusting and readjusting the screws with his lengthy, scrawny fingers as he listened to you talk. 

"I don't think it's a secret anymore." He responds, you watch his mouth and the way his accent rolled off his tongue. "I'm pretty sure all of Piltover's finest know, at this rate." Viktor says, lifting his eyes from the trinket back up to you, catching the way they were searching his lips. You blink away, which was partially hard considering his hunter-gaze, that makes it a challenge.

"They aren't quite slick with it, I'm afraid." You say, lowering your gaze to the knick-knack he's holding instead, which only just has you shift to his hands again. "I wonder what she sees in him. I've had a total of 5 conversations with him, and I'm under the impression that he wants me dead. I'm sure he has a kind heart though."

This makes Viktor chuckle, you feel a sense of accomplishment at the sound, finding a hidden dimple on the side of his cheek. "Jayce has never been able to hide his feelings well. Spending a few years as his partner proves that."

"So he doesn't like me." You coo at the confirmation. He shrugs, "Well, I do. I like you enough to make up for Jayce's dislike. Immature boy." Viktor clicks his tongue, tsking. Your ribcage screws around your heart tighter, perking up slightly.

"I guess I could say the same about you, regarding Mel." You say, picking the side of your nails as you avoided his gaze. You didn't know why you were acting like this. Like a teenager. All you could say was that you haven't been laid in ages. That was your only poor defense.

It's quiet, you could feel him looking at you before the sound of small metal clanking hits the desk. You look up to see the small robotic trinket moving around the table, waddling on what seems to be its legs before turning to you. You watch in awe as the robot shifts inside its copper, its metal moving to the side as it slowly transforms into a mechanical marionette, shaped like a miniature version of you.

You held her, studying it as you see he's gotten the smaller details of your features also correct. You look up to see Viktors Adam's apple bobbing in anticipation and nervousness, scanning your face to see just what you think of it.

You felt unbelieving. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that he spent time and effort on you.

"What do you think of it?" He asks, his accent thicker than usual. You've never seen him this nervous, his finger anxiously tapping against the table's flat surface. He was met with silence. Slowly, he watches you place the marionette down and stand up. His heart plummets, feeling like he's crossed the line of a professional relationship. Sure you were getting up to leave, he looked down at his lap, mentally cursing himself over and over, clutching his cane hard.

Confusion rang through him when soft, delicate hands palmed the side of his chiseled jaw and lifted his head to yours, pulling him in a kiss. A sweet kiss where he couldn't fight the urge to kiss you back. You left his lips pink and plump, swiping your tongue over your teeth, savoring every bit of it. A kiss that had the two of you thinking about it all night.

One where you couldn't help but tell Mel.

You and Viktor had to split, though neither of you wanted to. Your heart pumped hard against your chest, leaving him with one last look exchanged between the two of you, you hoped to see him again very, very soon. With him gone and you practically skipping through the hallways to find Mel, you turned a corner where you ran into a foreign chest. A really tall one at that.

There really was only one person like that in the building, being none other than Jayce Talis. "My apologies." You tell him, taking a few steps back as you try to walk around him, to which he quickly grabs your arm before you do so. His large hands wrap around the whole arm, and he uses his strength to push you back to him. You can tell he was trying to deal with you softly, but it seems the two of you have very different definitions of the word.

He smelt of sweat with a sharp bite of hot metal clung to him. His aroma is what got your attention first, before even processing it was him. Bitter traces of chemicals tangled with his scent, underneath it all was the scent of sprayed cologne that had worn out through-out the day, and a soft hint of leather. Blinking up at Jayce,  and attempting to snatch your wrist back with complete failure, you notice a faint trace of vanilla that lingered like an afterthought.

You furrow your eyebrows at him. "Sorry." He sighs, and you want to think he is, but something in his expression told you he isn't sorry for a single thing. You try and push your arm out of his grasp, but he only clutches harder.

"Just," He lets out a breath of impatience, perhaps. Something like that. "Just let me talk to you for a moment."

You recall back to when Viktor blatantly confirmed that Jayce didn't like a mere thing about you. You dart your eyes from his hazel ones down to the hand holding on to. "You make it very hard for me to want to do that with you right now." You say bluntly, he drops your arms from his grasp the moment you utter the sentence.

"Sorry." He repeated again, gritting only slightly as you catch sight of his canine teeth. You just blink at him, a look of mild annoyance as you run a hand over the part of your arm he previously held hardly on to.

"Excuse me." You say patiently as you attempt to excuse yourself and walk around him again, but considering his height and his fairly long legs, he manages to block you from your way again. "I just said I needed to speak with you." He touted, his eyes fluttering shut as his chest rose and fell, clearly trying to contain his temper.

You didn't know who this man was. Jayce was typically the carefree, kind scientist. The golden boy adored by the private and the public. You were never personal with him, but considering your workplace is in the same place as his, and the stories Mel would tell you, he seemed almost naïve. He seemed constantly looking for assurance and praise. He was supposed to be the boy without a temper, so seeing him like this was bizarre.

"I'm sorry, Jayce Talis, but I currently don't wish to speak with you." You tonelessly tell him, speaking oddly formal, signifying your bother with him. He stared down at you with a scowl, an upset yet irritated look playing his features. "But," You start, "I do wish for you to inform me where councilor Medarda is."

That seemed like a bad choice of words. He lifts a hand to lay on your shoulder, which doesn't even fully fit there. It almost seems like a comforting gesture. That was until both his hands were now clutching your shoulders, his grip tightening as he face came close to yours. "What do you want?" His voice low and gravelly, not wavering his eyes from yours.

"From you? Nothing, dear boy." You answer just as quietly, unblinking.

"From them." He hisses. It takes you a second to understand who he was talking about.

"Mel and Viktor?" You mutter, your grin slowly growing. Jayce watches your mouth curve, humoring yourself at him. His chest burned, but he decided to stay quiet, waiting for an explanation. 

"How pathetic." You purred, your tone sharp.

You shove yourself away from his grasp but stayed exactly where he held you. You can see the scandalized detestation on his face, lifting a palm to hold the side of his cheek, studying every part of his face. Much shorter than him, your intense gaze made him feel small, inferior. His jaw clenched, a muscle pushing against your hand. He felt like you could see right through him.

You gazed back to his eyes, deciding you studied him enough. "That is no way to treat a councilor, Talis." You tsk, seeing his eyes flash with a hint of shame, humiliation. "Especially one that holds the power of banishing you from stepping a foot on these grounds again." You brush a soft thumbpad over the peak of his cheekbone. You spoke lovingly, regarding the fact you gave him a very clear threat, one he can't miss.

"You can't." He dares, challenging you as you gave him a look of pity.

"Oh," You pout. Maybe he really was that naïve. "Dear boy, I can."

You tap his cheek with your palm before lifting the skirt of your dress and stalking off, leaving him flustered, angry, and an obvious dent in his pants you didn't notice.

PART 2

He tasted of black coffee, his tongue coated yours as you whimpered into his mouth. Viktor's teeth dug on your upper lip as you sucked on his lower one, his large hands roaming down your body as your back arched, your chest brushing over his, your legs forming a 'W' over him as he sat under you. 

Viktor slipped his large, cold hands under your cloth, feeling you bare as his hands slid softly over the curves of your waist and the spine of your back, feeling you whole as he breathed your scent in. His palms dip to touch the hump of your tits before gripping it. You shakily breathe into his mouth, your jaw slacked temporarily open as he toyed with your chest, thumb grazing over your nipple before pinching it. He took it as an opportunity to lick the the roof of your mouth messily with his tongue, making you kiss him back again.

You hadn't noticed yourself begin rocking back and forth on his bulge over his pants, riding his trouser-covered lap as you pleaded for any kind of friction to pleasure your dripping pussy. He tugs on your clothes with his free hand that isn't under your shirt, humming in annoyance into your mouth before pulling away, a thick string of saliva keeping you both connected.

"Need," He cuts himself off with a small groan at the feel of you rapidly pressing down on him, looking up at him with such pouty, pleading eyes. "Need this off." He tugs on your clothes again.

You shuffle the dress from under your legs and over your ass, Viktor's hands immediately go to grip them hard, leaving a print on your cheeks as you shove the dress from over your body, throwing it to the side of your bedroom floor. "Good girl." He praises, leaning in to kiss you again. While you were ready to eat him alive, he caught you off guard with a wet, short peck on your lips.

He kisses your cheek, down to your jaw, and down your neck. His mouth hovers above your collarbone, his hot breath providing you comfort as your eyes are shut, back arched and waiting for his touch. His grip on your ass held harder, palming your ass wider as he mildly spread them open as he licked your collarbone, sucking a love bite on your skin.

"Viktor." Your voice cracked as his mouth dipped to your breasts. He starts his tongue from the bottom of your breast, sliding it upward as it leaves a trail of spit behind. His tongue meets your nipple and your soft whimpers turn lewd and dirty, his hips bucking upward in response. Planting a kiss on your nipple, he pulls away from you, his hands leaving your ass and softly dragging to your hips.

You open your eyes, your body hot and burning, needy for every part of him. Viktor softly pushes you back on your bed, having you slide off his lap as you laid there, holding yourself up with your elbows as you looked at him. You squeeze your thighs together at the loss of contact, to which he only pries open.

He stares at your pretty underwear. "Such a shame it's all wet and ruined." Viktor blinks up at you, forcing his amber gaze to catch yours. "Do I truly get you this needy, darling?"

You nod, pathetically, desperately. Anything to get him to touch you. "So impatient." He mutters before hooking his fingers on your underwear and shoving it down. He was clearly enjoying himself, staring up at you as he lifted his two fingers to your mouth, making you swallow them with your pretty lips.

You drag your tongue down his long fingers, coating them with saliva and spit, taking more of it as you tighten your mouth around them, having the walls of your mouth gloss his fingers properly. You look down at him, seeing him bite his bottom lip to contain himself, letting out a small whimper. You pull away from his fingers, spit slipping down them and your lips.

"Go on." You order breathlessly, he obliges. He kisses your clit, rubbing his saliva-coated fingers down your folds as he uses his hand to keep your thighs spread apart. He kisses your plush thighs, slipping a finger inside you as you whine at the suddenness.

He swallows you whole, open-mouthed kisses and long wet licks against your folds to your clit. He adds the second finger in, and you moan, shamelessly riding them as you throw your head back.

You had gone so long without a lay, relying only on your fingers as your only form of pleasure that now, with Viktor's fingers now replacing them, you realize just how sad it was. Viktors fingers hit a point in you that you definitely couldn't have reached on your own, fucking yourself on them.

He pulls his mouth back from your pussy, using his thumb to rub your clit as you cry out such pretty, incoherent noises. He looks up at you in adoration, saving the memory in his mind, considering that this might be the most beautiful you might have ever looked.

"Pretty girl, you are." He whispers, sending a shrill up your thighs. The grip on his hair tightens, and he notices an expression on your face he's never seen before. You were close. Viktor dips his head, sucking on your bead, enjoying himself far too much. Your ankles lock around his head, threading your hands farther into his hair.

"You're so good, Viktor. S'good. Mmmf."

A particular stroke of his tongue has you yelp, your hand lifting up to clasp your mouth shut. Viktor repeats the stroke faster, matching the pace of his finger, shoving themselves in and out of you.

You gasp softly, reaching your orgasm as it spills down his fingers. His fingers slow, pulling out of you as he reaches down to lick your folds clean. The grip on his hair loosens and you brush his hair softly.

"Did such a good job taking care of me." You mutter softly, watching him shift.

Viktor moves beside you, looking out for his bad leg as he lays on your bed. "You do the praising I'm meant to tell you." He says, accent heavy on his tongue.

You also move, going to hover over him, straddling his hips as he lays flat on your bed, your pillow under his neck. This place smelt entirely of you, all the way down to the scent of your shampoo on your pillows and sheets. Viktor would say he's in heaven, and a particular someone would agree with him, despite them not agreeing on anything.

You kiss him softly, tenderly. "I can't help needing to make sure you know how much of a good boy you are for me. You say, kissing the moles on his face.

He sucks in a breath, and you remember that only you've reached your orgasm, and he was still painfully hard. He lifts his fingers, still coated with your cum to your mouth. 

That stunt you pulled with your mouth on his fingers was gonna take something more powerful than memory loss to make him forget. But you grab his hands before he could do so, a smirk playing on your lips as you slowly direct them to his mouth

"Enjoy the snack while I take care of you, Viktor." You say. "Poor you," You frown, "putting all the work into making me pleased, I selfishly neglected you." You palm his bulge, and he groans at the sudden contact of your hand after being left untouched for so long.

-

"She's busy." Mel tells Jayce, organizing a folder of files as he stands at the entrance of her office.

"Busy with what? Today is a day off for the two of you." Jayce responds, his eyebrows furrowing as his plans to properly speak with you this time are flushed down the drain.

Mel looks up at him from her desk, "There's no such thing as a day off, Jayce."

He huffs. Mel has begun to see an impatient, angry side of Jayce lately. Which had been weird for not only her, but himself too. "I get you two are protective of each other, or whatever, but I need to talk to her now."

Mel takes her time answering, recalling the memory of walking in on you a Viktor fucking only a mere hour or so ago. So into each other that neither of you noticed her key turning to enter your room, or shutting behind her as a feeling of odd, negative feeling hurled her stomach.

Sure, the two of you were obviously done by now, since Jayce had just been telling Mel on seeing him only a few minutes ago, but she felt weird. Was hurt the word she'd use? No, but it's definitely how she'd felt, if we don't consider how damp the area between her thighs had gotten when she'd left.

"Why do you need to speak with her, Jayce?" Mel decides to ask instead. Jayce stood in front of her, about to hesitantly answer when Mel's office door opened.

You entered, your hair messily down with your clothes hugging your curves beautifully. Mel's eyes narrowed at you. Gods. You pulled sex hair off greatly.

"Sorry I'm late, M." You apologize, a small, almost unnoticeable limp to your steps as you sit at the chair opposite to hers, a desk separating the two of you. Jayce resists the urge to clench his fists at you blatantly ignoring him and walking past him, and very much at the nickname you use for Mel.

"Perfectly all right. I had finished the paperwork myself." Mel says with an oddly positive voice you pick up on.

"Look, I'm sorry." You repeat in a more sincere tone. "It's meant to be a day off, M. I thought we'd be able to do it by around this hour, maybe even by night." Your voice was genuine, speaking nothing but the truth. Jayce studied Mel's body language, seeing something a little off between the two of you. He was almost happy for a moment.

"Yet you have disregarded our plans to finish it much earlier than this. I have done it all myself, thank you Y/N. You may be excused." She ordered, not even looking at you. She spent her time stacking the parchment above the other, using the desks to neatly have the sides of them in line before placing them back in the folders as you stared at her.

You reach your hands to softly graze over hers. "Are you okay, Mel?"

She pulls her hand back, even if it kills her. She loved your touch the most out of anything in the world. "I am perfectly fine."

Jayce, openly ignored, and wildly forgotten about in the corner of he room, was grinning. This fucking guy, was smiling.

No one had ever seen the two of you upset with the other. To Jayce, this was like witnessing an eclipse for the first time.

"Tell me what's wrong." You insisted, refusing to let her gesture upset you, though it did, and she saw that. Mel ignores your plea, stapling the papers together.

"You're acting weird—"

"You may be excused." She says louder, sharper. Mel was aware she was being childish, and frankly hypocritical. So what? She sleeps with Jayce more times than not. What was wrong with you sleeping with Viktor?

Mel was upset you chose Vikor over her.

She watches the hurt flash through your beautiful eyes, taking a second before lifting yourself from your chair and leaving, respecting her wishes. Jayce drops his smile before either of you could see, and you shoot him an angry, accusing look. He turns his head to watch you leave, noticing the faint limp on your legs as his eyes trails back up your body.

The door is softly closed behind you, and Jayce turns back to look at Mel, who's eyes were still watching the door you had just exited through. She's mad at you. Jayce comes to the conclusion.

Mel's eyes darted to the large figure still here. He stood there, studying her, his hands intertwined right in front of his hips.

"She's free now, you've gotten your wish. You may leave, Jayce. "

He didn't need to be told twice. Shooting Mel an apologetic grin she couldn't care about, Jayce leaves the room to catch up to you.

You were already somewhat far down the corridors, your shoes clicking on the ground in a harsh manner. Jayce didn't need to do so much as jog to catch up to you. You see and feel his presence beside you, but you choose to ignore it. He did something.

With a cocky smile playing on his lips, he begins talking. "I was going to—"

"What the fuck did you do?" You spit, refusing to look at him.

He scoffs, offended you would think he was behind all of this, even if he loved it. "What did I do? You're the one she's upset with."

"You did something, Jayce." You insist, passing by doors and turning a corner. He didn't know where you were going, yet he still followed. "Aren't you the one who showed up late? She needed your help with the files yet you neglected her." He said casually, like it wasn't his problem. Which it wasn't.

"Is it because Mel prefers me?" You press, stopping abruptly and turning to face him, consumed with the idea that he's done something. "That Viktor would rather spend his time away from you? Dreaming about the moment he gets to see me?

Jayces grin turned into a scowl, his eyebrows furrowed down. He was easy to irritate, knowing exactly what nerves to pull on. "You're talking out of your ass."

"Oh, but am I?" Your look of disgust said enough. "You're obsessed, Talis. You don't want to believe Viktor had scribbled the wrong answers on the chalkboard just so he could finish quickly and come see me. You don't want to believe that to him, you're nothing but an obstacle in the way."

"You're fucking stupid." He says, lowering his voice, aware that the two of you are publicly arguing in the hallways.

"Was I stupid when Viktor fucked me raw? When I watched him trying to eagerly get away from you to get to me instead?" You hissed, blinded by rage as Jayce watched you step closer to him, his chest falling up and down at your words.

"Or how about when Mel could only ever talk about me when she's with you? You will always hear my name leave her lips, when it's meant to be yours." You kept going, he had to get the hint, if the threat you gave him hadn't worked, then twisting an invisible knife in his chest should.

"Face it, Jayce." You step closer, your faces inches apart as you take in the loathing in his goldenrod eyes.  He had to dip his head to look at you, refusing to step back. "You don't hate me. You wished you were me."

-

A few days had passed. Mel was still avoiding you, she was stupidly aware of her behavior. Her intention wasn't to punish you, but rather herself. She was dumbly upset that you chose him.

The meetings with the council were stiff and awkward. At first, you had tried all in capacity to get her back on your side. Not really knowing why missing plans by a little bit had affected her this much. But her obvious demand for pushing you away was enough. You didn't want to bother her, she clearly didn't want you around. Whatever Mel wanted, you would do for her.

Maybe it was her mother. You considered.  She did have a private conversation with her about how much of a distraction you were. Maybe the brainwashing had worked, and Mel found truth in her mother. You didn't want to believe it.

The time you've spent away from Mel was dreadful, on top of all the council meetings and political conversations without her comfort. The only good thing you got out of it was more time with Viktor.

It was weird. While half your heart was rotting away, the other half was brightly crimson and pumping happily. Viktor had a lot more to offer than you had thought.

He was perfect. You'd end every night with him. Whether it was in your room or his, the night would either end with the sound of skin slapping against skin and passionate kissing, or the chatter and storytelling of the two of you talking until you fell into slumber.

Mel would've said you replaced her.

Jayce had finally got out of your way. You'd pass by him with mutual looks of hatred darted at one another. Or when you'd go to the lab to see Viktor after a long day with Jayce accompanying him, the two of you would ignore the other with looks that kill.

Viktor had caught on, he wasn't dumb.

"It seems like Jayce's dislike has turned mutual." He said, fluttering his eyes closed to the feel of your fingers in his thick hair, massaging his scalp.

"Yeah." You say, "I finally caught on. Safe to say neither of us like the other."

"Mmm." He hums. "Turns out you're just as expressive as he is, passionate too. Maybe the two of you are more alike than you think." He says, yawning at the feel of your fingers.

You wince. "Don't even say that." Viktor just lightly chuckles, sliding a hand under your shirt as the two of you lay there tiredly.

No to mention your long talks about Mel. Whether Viktor liked talking about her or not, he listened to you, and felt that without you two together, nothing was right. The two of you without the other was like a paper without its pen. He had said.

Today, however, Viktor was being taken by Heimerdinger for a long, private conversation. Heimerdinger is offering Viktor the option to choose a peculiar student from the Academy and possibly have them see the process of manufacturing Hextech. You already knew what his answer would be. No. Perhaps Jayce may do it instead.

Despite it all, you were all alone today. You had gone to Mel's room today, needing to get a shirt of yours that was still in her wardrobe.

She hadn't even let you in, she just closed the door on you and went to get the shirt for you herself. Reopening the door and handing it to you.

You had tried to use that excuse to fix whatever happened between you both, but clearly she wasn't buying it. So going to see Mel outside of the council today wasn't an option.

It was hard for you to spend your day without another person, especially when that only person was Jayce.

You really, really didn't want to go see Jayce.

Yet your feet were dragging you to the laboratory. It was either that or the forge. You refused to check on him in the forge. Not today.

Announcing your presence with 2 knocks on its door, you twist its knob open, allowing yourself in.

Jayce stands in front of the black chalkboard, clutching a small piece of white chalk in his hand as he stares up at the equations. He was standing at an angle where you saw mostly his back, and just a slice of the side of his face.

"I thought you wouldn't be done until tonight." Jayce says without turning to look at you, clearly thinking you're Viktor.

"And I thought Viktor didn't knock twice to enter." You say, Jayce whips his head to you, his clutch on the chalk tightening.

"What are you doing here?" He says, annoyance lacing his tone, yet still relaxed enough. "He's still with Heimerdinger." Jayce adds, like it means something. Which it does. You never really come into the lab unless Viktor is there.

But everything has been different lately.

You walk in, touching their current projects softly with the tips of your fingers, holding a few of them. Jayce just watches you, catching on to the fact you weren't here for Viktor.

"Go find Mel, I'm sure she's waiting for you somewhere." He turns to his board, though he lost his track of thought on the equation because of you. He attempts to regain it.

You sigh, "You ruined that for me, remember?"

"Believe what you want. I'm tired of trying to explain that I had no say for how Mel feels about you now, even if it makes me the happiest man in the world." He crosses out a few numbers.

"The happiest man in the world?" You repeat. "So deplorable."

He lets out a breath. "Why are you still here?"

"Well, you successfully turned Mel against me, and Viktor is out. Salo is attempting to get a lay off from me, and Cassandra can't talk to me without mentioning how bad my shooting skills are."

"You suck."

"Fuck you very much."

"So, what? You're here because you're bored?"

"Ding ding ding."

You sit on a workbench, believing it's much more comfortable than whatever those stools are made of. They really did numb your ass. Swear it.

"After how angry you got me, how angry I got you? Gods." He scoffs, turning to look at you, an expression of irritated disbelief.

"At least then I wasn't bored." You consider. He looks at you like you've grown another eye. Jayce turns back, choosing that ignoring your presence would help him out. The sound of scribbling chalk being the only thing heard throughout the lab.

Jayce, the past few days, had only grown to hate you even more. You had successfully stolen his partner from him, and any plan that Viktor made with you, it would ruin his. Not to mention your last conversation together, he was sure he hated you all around. You don't think about him as much as he does of you, but you definitely do think about him more than you had before.

Jayce just being aware of your presence behind him made him angry on its own. You silently watched him, clearing your throat when he'd stop to think. It made him want to hurl the whole board over. It wasn't until the door was opened and the clicking of heels entered. You both mechanically turn at the same time, seeing Mel. Your heart skips a beat, leaping in your chest, getting off the workbench and anxiously watching her approach.

"Chums now, I see." Mel says lightly.

"Quite the opposite." You say, a small chuckle leaving your lips as Jayce gives you an annoyed look and you give him one back.

She doesn't acknowledge you, and your heart cracks. She speaks directly to Jayce. "I've come to inform you that Bolbok is hosting a private event tomorrow evening. It would be greatly appreciated if you showed up."

You mentally sigh, forgetting completely about the party tomorrow. "Yeah, I'll come. It'll be great advertising." Jayce poorly attempts a joke. Neither of you laugh.

"Hah." He murmurs.

"I'll see you then. Come as my date, seeing as Y/N already has hers." She states, and you suddenly feel horrible about everything you've ever done in the world. You stand there, watching dreadfully as Jayce accepts the offer, flattered and blushing. He attempts again at a joke, which was unbelievably bad, and she laughs. You hear her laugh for the first time in days, and you hate that it didn't come from you. She was laughing at Jayce's joke.

You clutch the side of your dress tightly, most likely wrinkling the fabric as she gives him a suggestive look before leaving. Mel looked beautiful, and it was directed all at him.

With her gone, you turned to look at Jayce. Who smiled at the look of hatred plastered across your expression. He turned back to his blackboard. "Something wrong, princess? Suddenly getting a taste of your own medicine?" He spoke up, too confident for your liking.

You knew this was a bad idea. You knew it. You knew you were going to leave furious. You were doing this to yourself.

Although you came here yourself, you begin to leave as if you had been forced to come here in the first place. "Stay the fuck away from me, Jayce." You breathe, aiming all your fury at him.

"Why do you even care? You have your date already." He says, turning to watch you leave.

"Are you dumb, by any chance? Aren't you perfectly aware of the state my relationship with Mel is currently in, because of you?" You twist your torso, your expression a look of mock-bewilderment. 

"Because of me!" He finally breaks, snapping at you as he takes a few steps toward you. "I would love to know where you got that information from, since your clinging to it like a fucking pacifier, Y/N."

"Don't act stupid, Jayce." You walk up to him, closing the distance between you two. "You're the one who's hated me since the beginning, wishing you were me. I noticed your excitement the very first time she treated me like shit. Gods, you were livid."

"Or," He spoke, jaw clenching, "she finally noticed how you're not worth it anymore." He said, lowly, differing the contrast between both your voices. Jayce raises a hand to your shoulder, and you think he's going to pull the same act he did the first time he interrogated you. Instead, his touch is soft, sliding slowly up your neck as you hold the weight of his eyes, sharing a look of mutual disgust.

His hands cup your jaw, a thumb brushing your cheek before traveling to your nape, bunching up your hair with his large hands. "What if she's finally noticed you're nothing but a pretty face." He pulls your hair down harshly, a small groan leaving your lips at the suddenness, cranking your neck to fully face him.

"If I fucked over your friendship with Mel," He stares you down, sharing breathes with you as the grip he had on your hair began to hurt your scalp. "Trust me, I'd be telling the whole fucking world."

"My threat still stands." You choke, voice breaking as he leaned closer to you. The loathing in his eyes was inexcusable, a mutual feature you shared. You watched his eyes flutter closed, tilting your pupils as you watched his head dunk lower. His breath was hot, fanning your wildly exposed neck as he brought his soft lips to press against your skin. A sharp trail of chills coating your body, his lips warm on your skin. The grip on your hair was gone, his hands dropped to his side as he approached his blackboard once more, his back to you as you made eye contact with his broad shoulders.

"Get the fuck out of my lab" He said, like the last few seconds hadn't existed in the universe. You stared at him, just as angry as you were seconds ago, but with confusion and emotion hurling in your body. Convinced you were imagining it all, the feel of Jayce's lips still on your neck, very intensely lingering, you sneered. "With pleasure."

-

The party was packed, especially for a private one. The elite of Piltover and even the elite of other countries came flooding in. Everyone dressed head to toe in riches and glamour, you were no exception. It took Viktor almost an hour to pry himself off of you before the party started, and since the man was no superfan of PDA, he had no choice but to hold himself for the night.

He looked like a snack. His hair was beautifully tasseled in the messy manner he prefers, his suit was a dull black, with a vest dark crimson that barely made a difference, his button up shirt just as dark and dull as both, the first few buttons left open to peek at his collarbones. His crutch was almost even decorative, matching his outfit perfectly. No one would take him for someone who didn't want to be here in the first place. Which he didn't. He only came for you.

You held your glass of wine and stared at him, wishing you were exclusive. Gods, was it hard for you to keep yourself off him too.

"Let's leave." Viktor insisted, eyeing you in your beautifully fit dress.

"We just got here." You say, sipping from your drink as you honestly wished you could leave, too. "I don't care, I want you all for myself. That's not too selfish, is it?" He moves closer to you, and you breathe his scent in, he smelt heavenly.

"Not selfish enough, I'm afraid." You bring the glass that was just on your lips to his. He takes a long, swift drink from it as a rich comes up to you.

"You look phenomenal this evening, Y/L/N." He praises, brushing back his thin hair. "How about a dance?" He offers the hand he had just used. You stare down at it, as does Viktor, burning a mental hole through it.

You blink back up at the middle-aged man, with a daughter your age also attending this party. "I'm afraid not today." You turn down, not bothering to offer him an apologetic smile.

The man uses the hand to smooth down his suit. "Why–why of course. No worries. Perhaps you can tell me where councilor Medarda is?" He stutters, attempting to ask instead. Of course, wherever you go, people just assume Mel is trailing somewhere not far behind. Surprising the man, you give him an unbothered shrug.

He takes your nonverbal answer and leaves. Viktor lets out a sigh, handing you the glass to finish. "You're aware this is the third person you've had to turn down? And the party's only just started." Viktor mentions, and you sigh right along, drinking from the glass.

You didn't need to say much, because Viktor fully understood. Lifting your gaze to the entrance, you see Mel and Jayce walking in. You take her all in, your clasp around the glass only tightening. She looked breathtaking, her dress black and the golden accents on her body popping. You longed for her back, right then and there for the millionth time. You lift your eyes to find her capturing them, holding your gaze, she slowly drifts her gaze lower, taking all of you in before you both switch your gazes to your dates.

As Viktor and Mel study one another, your eyes lock in with Jayce's. You definitely didn't forget about the misfortune about yesterday, when you left his lab with your body on fire. Both literally and figuratively. You had to peel your clothes off your body and you turned your shower on immediately, even then your mind not leaving the thought of him alone. Even now, the next day, just looking at him made you feel the linger of his lips on your neck.

Almost the same could be said about him. When you left, he stared at the blur of an equation until he couldn't ignore it anymore, palming his crotch through his pants as he almost silently moaned, leaving for his apartment as soon as Viktor arrived.

It was safe to say he looked as good as Viktor, his hair brushed back as a few messy strands leaned the other way, brushing his forehead. His suit was a dark navy, almost non-existent blue, tied with his white button up and belt with a golden buckle that matched perfectly with Mel.

You had to say, they looked amazing together, and you hated it. Imagining yourself in Jayce's shoes, you come to the conclusion that you'd look better with her. Not disregarding the fact that Viktor and you looked almost powerful when together.

"I hate them." You decide under your breath. Viktor smiled.

"You know that'll never truly be the case."

You both watched her greet everyone, Jayce right beside her like a dog, greeting everyone with her. You couldn't peel your eyes off her, and Viktor noticed. He slid a hand on your back. You leaned into him for comfort. "She looks beautiful." Viktor says, not even looking at her, but at you.

"She does."

Time ticks and you're forced into conversations and offers you wished you weren't. You hadn't noticed when Jayce peeled himself from Mel's side and approached the two of you. He eyed the hand on your waist before falling into conversation with Viktor. You heard him talk, completely and utterly ignoring you. Which doesn't say much, since you're ignoring him too, forcing yourself to look past him and watch whatever.

Of course, your sight only takes you to Mel. To your surprise, she was already looking at you. You blinked at one another. Your heart ached to see her, to be near her and just talk to her. You wanted to touch her and feel her and smell her. You've gone too long without her, and you're praying she feels the same.

When Jayce leaves for Mel again, the party moves forward, and Viktor and you have come to the agreement that neither of you are dancing. Bonding over your wanting to leave and your inability to dance, you decide that facing each other is best.

"Go talk to her." He says, out of seemingly nowhere. But somehow you were expecting it, already knowing what he's talking about. 

"So I've tried." You sigh.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not talking about previously. I'm talking about now, today. Talk to her, Y/N."

You want to listen, you truly do. But you can't. She's made it clear enough she wants nothing to do with you, even if it hurts and confuses you.

You stare up at Viktor, drowning in his amber eyes as you both lean. Comforted by his scent, you were about to consume yourself with his lips on yours before a throat being cleared interrupts you both, pulling away from each other. You turn to see Mel, the closest she's been to you the past few days, gazing at you and Viktor.

"How about a word in private, please?" She speaks, her voice sweet and your knees almost buckle right there. Your eyes dart from her to Jayce, he towers right behind her, like he doesn't have a mind of his own and does whatever she says. It's as if he could hear your thoughts, for his gaze hardens when you catch his eyes.

Caught off guard as anxiousness shoots through you, you try not to stutter, excited with the idea of Mel wanting to talk to you again.

Viktor squeezes your waist before letting go of it, silently urging you to go on. "Oh, uh." You swallow. "Yeah. Sure," You look at her again, as if scared she's magically disappeared before turning to look at Viktor. "He may come too." She assures. To which forms a confused look on Viktor's face.

"Great." You say, masking your voice to be cool, calm, and collected.

You follow her out of the party and out of the corridors. You walked in silence as the two boys trailed a little farther behind, chatting. You don't bother asking where you're going or what you're doing. You have only one statement to say.

"I missed you." You muttered, your voice cracking as you blinked ahead, continuing to walk as her head turned to look at you. You couldn't bring it in yourself to look at her. She turned her head to look back to wherever you're going.

"Gods, Y/N." Mel whispers as you begin to realize you're heading in the direction of her office. "I said I was gonna do this professionally." She voiced under her breath, fighting a mental war. "You're killing me."

Now, you couldn't help but look at her, but you were too late. You've already reached her office and she was quick to open her door for it, letting you, Jayce, and Viktor in.

Entering, Jayce comfortably sits on Mel's small sofa on the side of her office. While Viktor is first to talk. "What's all this for?" He asks, not exactly bothering to be nice to Mel, with how sad she's made you.

She gestures for you to sit on her small sofa, and you do, staring up at her as you feel Jayce's body heat radiating off him.

"Well, Jayce had spoken with me beforehand," She began, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. Here we go. "and he convinced me that you," Mel looks at you directly, moving closer to you, "deserved none of this."

Your breath is caught in your throat, swallowing it down as you hold her gaze. She was so close, and so beautiful. She held your face with her hand, tilting your chin up to stare up at her. "I was dramatic, and angry." She tried to explain, her voice quieter, not speaking to the room, but to you. "I thought you had chosen Viktor, and that was it. I believed you made your choice so, so be it." The warmth of her hands leaves your face. You're barely processing what you're hearing.

Viktor perks up from the spot he's standing at with his name being mentioned, watching this scene play out with such attentiveness. "The way I dealt with the manner was childish." She admits, sitting by Jayce, who was now separating the two of you from sitting directly next to each other. "Jayce was right, and for that I'm sorry, Y/N." She finally says.

You were silent, turning to look at Jayce, who was so close to you now. The asshole gives you a petty shrug, his look of 'I-told-you-so' expressive. He's done you a favor, yet he still pissed you off. You look away from him before you could feel yourself getting annoyed.

You blink back at Mel, who is visibly so nervous, mentally begging for you to say something. She can only keep her composure for so long.

Deciding to completely ignore Jayce's presence, you lean over him. "You can stab me a hundred times, give me a million wounds, and I will come crawling back to you every time. No matter what, Mel." You say to her, and she copies your actions, lifting her knees to fold under her as she kneels over Jayce.

"I missed you, Y/N. I'm sorry." She pleads, darting her eyes from your mouth to your eyes, she was ready to melt into you.

You were both seated beside Jayce, yet your upper bodies and faces were right above him. He watches you guys as you two lean closer together. "I forgive you. And for the times again, and again, after this." You assure her, blinking over her shoulder at Viktor. Who nodded, a small smile musing his lip, 'Do it.' he mouthed. 

You filled in the distance between you, capturing her lips with yours, and she was quick to hold your face, kissing you back, harder and deprived, needier. You pull away, looking at her and gasping slightly, savoring her before slamming your lips back to hers. She makes a hum in your mouth when your tongue opens it. The kiss was messy and utterly wet. The two of you were away from each other for too long, some may say not that long, but it was long enough for you both to have you reunite like this.

Mel's hands tangle around your hair, unconsciously pulling it as she's completely consumed by your mouth. You lose balance, holding your position long enough before dropping your hand on Jayce's lap to hold you up. He sucks in a breath, the scene before him hard not to affect a human through a screen. Let alone up close, above him. Two of the most beautiful girls in Piltover making out right above him? He adored one, and loathed the other.

So enthralled with each other, you crawl over Jayce, insisting to get Mel closer, needing to feel her body on yours. He believed that you were going beyond heights to ignore him. You kick your shoes off, and so does she, laying on her back as your knees hover past his lap. He watches you arch your back, moaning into Mel's mouth. Jayce was borderline panicking, looking up to look for Viktor.

Viktor watches the two of you. It was like watching two goddesses together, he envied Jayce for getting the V.I.P seats. He darts his eyes to Jayce, who's own eyes were wide, the scene before him so much for a big guy like him.

Viktor gives him a look, saying 'We-should-leave-them-have-this-moment'.

How does he get out of here? You had him trapped, not that he minded, but Viktor was right, as much as he wanted to stay and watch. Viktor can see the mental struggle of Jayce trying to figure out how to leave without taking you out of the mood. Your knees between both his thighs as your feet rested on his farther one, your back curved over the other as you kissed Mel's neck.

Looking back at Viktor for help, he quietly said "Touch her." Both you and Mel could hear him, but you two were in your own little world to even notice, let alone care.

Jayce trusted Viktor for better judgement, after all, he would indeed hear you two fucking every time he'd walk past your doors late at night. Viktor should be an expert on how to not get you out of the mood as you make-out with your best friend. He should be?

Right.

Jayce lifts a large hand on the slope of your back, dragging it slowly down your waist and to your ass as he feels your skin over the thin material of your dress. "Taking care of her so well." He praises, even if he wishes he never did, lifting another hand to softly graze your waist before lightly gripping it. He watched the way you made her lose focus, her eyes rutting to the back of her head. You knew how to please her, and so did he. He never thought the two of you would have something in common. He wished you didn't

"She's moaning your name, Y/N. Do you hear that? 'Must be pleasing her so well." He leans to whisper in your ear, and you sigh to the feeling of Mel's knee digging inside your dress and between your legs, riding it as you feel Jayce's hands take up so much space on your hips. He slightly moves you, shifting under you as you're placed right back where you were, just with him gone from under it. He's standing up now, letting go of the grip on your hips by releasing it and having his palm slightly drag past your ass.

He can't look away, he just can't. Neither can Viktor, their eyes glued to both of you until they finally make it out, the last thing they see was both of you shoving yourselves out of your uncomfortable dresses.

Jayce does the punishment of closing the door on you both while Viktor couldn't bring himself to do it, and the two turn to look at one another. Both Viktor and Jayce release a sigh. "Let's quickly take care of ourselves before returning to the party. Can't let anyone be suspicious."

Viktor considers Jayce's words, not without a grimace though. He would more rather be in there with the two of you than at that fancy, lame party. Jayce couldn't help but agree wordlessly.

Meanwhile, you rode her knee like there was no tomorrow, naked and skin to skin, you licked your fingers and pressed them against her clit, your manicured-painted hands rubbing her pussy as you swashed saliva. You two kept pulling your mouths away from each other for air, but attaching it again after barely a second, unable to get enough from each other.

She moaned out your name as you almost harshly fingered her, sloshing your fingers up and down her pussy as you suddenly shoved them in her. "Serves you right, M." You mumbled shakily, dragging your tongue behind her ear, sucking and biting and kissing. All of it, you were doing. She pushes her knee farther against you in response, having you squeal.

You reposition yourself, straddling her thigh as you lowered your tongue down her body, reaching her stomach as you reached your hand to mold her breasts, dealing with them delicately as she arched her back to you. You watch your fingers slam in and out of her as she gasps, taking them completely out right as she's about to cum. She whines.

"Not just yet, M." You say, sitting up as the fingers you were previously using were hovering over her clit. You make her look into your eyes as you arch your back down to your hips. She slowly feels your pussy come in contact with hers, your leg sliding below her thigh as the other one stays over Mel's other thigh. You grind against her, and the feeling is beyond overwhelming, you both sputter out moans. You tenderly rub her clit as she motions her hips to grind further into you.

"So… good." She whimpers, half of it muffled because she shoved the side of her face into the sofa's cushioning.

"As good as you imagined? As good as you dreamed of?" You groan, picking up the speed in which you apply more friction to her pussy with your own, her moans growing louder. "Huh, M?"

"Better… better." Her tits brush up against yours as you lean over her, that's how much her back was arched and your speed was getting. Mel pushed herself against you rapidly, finding her soft spot and using you to reach it over and over. It wasn't until both your thighs were stickily plastered with liquids on each other did you slow down.

You both catch your breaths, stealing a moment of silence from each other. You give her tits another peck from your lips, and her eyes follow every move you pull. "I'm sorry."

"Mel, I forgave you long before I even entered this room. Drop it." You softly chuckle, going to kiss her lips again, which she takes advantage of. Holding your lips with hers for a while, savoring every bit of it before pulling back.

-

You felt on top of the world, that's for sure. You got two of the best ever, hypothetically seated right there on both your legs. 

If you were being honest, there was only one man you could thank for that, and you really, really didn't want to. A few weeks or less has passed since the day of the party Bolbok hosted, the day Mel wanted you back. Oh, what a lovely day that was.

It puts you where you are today, right between Viktor and Mel, on your bed, half naked. You were thrilled. They had begun to tolerate each other because of you, and it's been great. Of course, Mel has still been sleeping with Jayce as you have been with Viktor. But you were her little guilty pleasure, vice versa.

Sometimes, just like when Mel would wake up and find Viktor on your bed, you'd wake up in her room and find Jayce. Every time you look at him, whether in professional settings or not, you would always think 'This fucking guy.' 

Whether positive or negative, it was always 'This fucking guy.'

Today, however, was located in your bed, so no Jayce. You and Mel had woken up together, changing and talking, still keeping your voices down not to wake Viktor. Who shifted around in your bed and lazily blinked his eyes open, watching the two of you dress. The two of you barely notice, leaving the room as Viktor falls back asleep. He wakes up later than you two, but not too far from now.

You were sort of like Switzerland for Mel and Viktor, still disliking each other, but not as much as before. They didn't mind the others' presence, and you wouldn't mind if they kissed. This is a topic you bring up to them a lot. It would be really cool if they kissed. They just kind of pretend like they didn't hear you.

When the two of you approached the council, a good chunk of it was missing. When asked where everyone was, the remaining said that they had other important plans, so today was going to be a day off. However, councilor Shoola took Mel to the side and requested a private talk from her.

Just like many days before, you knocked on the laboratory door and opened it. Finding it empty. This time, you weren't going to find Jayce on your own free will, you were carrying a word from Hoskel to him. So you kind of have to find him.

The only other place you could think of was the forge, oh gods, the forge. You just couldn't do it. You weren't ready to enter it and immediately get sweaty and hot, trying to gather your thoughts as the heat turned your brain to mush. Also you couldn't face Jayce shirtless and oily. But you refused to even think about that.

You needed to stall. Where else could he be? You thought in the empty lab, slightly embarrassed it took you this long to consider his bedroom. You've never been there, but you knew where it was from the help of Mel a little while ago. You try to recall your steps as you search for his room.

Squeezing your brain dry, you try to remember if you made a right or a left to get to his little apartment. Turns out it was left, needing to go back after not finding it. Standing in front of his door, you knock twice. You wait a few, long seconds, grumbling before you reach your hand and twist it around the knob, the door being shoved open before you're able to do it yourself. 

You're met with Jayce and bedridden hair, messily sprayed across his forehead. He blinks down at you, tiredly yawning before shutting the door on your face. You scoff, "What the fuck?" blinking at the sight of the blank door for a second. "Open the door, Jayce." You say in a slightly loud voice.

"Stop opening the door before you're allowed in." He calls from directly behind it, the slab of wood being the only thing between you both. You genuinely roll your eyes this time.

"Gods, Talis. Open the door, you don't even have to let me in." You say, your idea of a negotiation. Jayce rubs his eyes behind the door, listening to your attempt at getting what you want so easily, something he hated. So, he decided to make you do the one thing he knew would hurt you.

"Say please."

This fucking guy.

He didn't think you'd actually do it, half expecting you to just walk away from the door, being his goal in the end. But when he hears you suck in an annoyed breath, he's fully awake now. "Please."

He was definitely not letting this fly past so easily, he had you right where he wanted you, and he wasn't going to let it go so quickly. "Please, what?"

You shut your eyes as your heart-rate picks up, attempting to hold your anger as you decided to be the bigger person. Slowly opening your mouth, your tongue forms the syllables. "Please, Jayce."

The door was twisted open, you pushed it open as you watched him approach his wardrobe, his back to you. You took a few steps inside. 

"Fuck you." You say, watching him wrap his fingers around the bottom of his wrinkled shirt.

"Thank you, you mean." He corrects, taking it off as you stare at his back, memorizing the amount of muscles he has.

"For what? I'm here to deliver you a message from Hoskel—"

"I did you a favor." Jayce cuts you off, turning to his side to get a good look at you, his expression furrowed, his eyes squinting in annoyance. It was obvious what he was talking about, and you couldn't tiptoe around it, shamelessly eyeing his shirtless torso.

"Is that what you're calling it now? Why are you still thinking about it?" You click your tongue, forcing your eyes to tear away from his biceps and to his face.

"Excuse me?" He starts, his voice still grumbly from being asleep. "Mel would have never forgiven you if it weren't for me. I convinced her to take you into that room and apologize. If it weren't for me, you would have never fucked her that night." He spit, taking off his sweats as he changed into his uniform ones. You tried to stay modest and look away, but you couldn't, just from his underwear, you could tell he was packing.

You stepped closer to him, but not too close. A habit the two of you did a lot when you were left alone together. "Do you always lie, Talis?" You wonder out loud, a tinge of satisfaction coating your chest at the look of offense on his face, calling him a liar. "I vividly remember your insults, you saying she realized my worth, that I'm nothing but a pretty face." You revise, telling him as he listens to you talk, nodding his head to everything you recalled. "All while convincing her to win me back? It all felt so real, Jayce."

"I couldn't stand your fucking whining anymore. If it makes you feel any better," He zips his pants up, you watch him do so. He sees your eyes linger down there before looking back up at him. "I meant every word.

"I thought you said I was stealing her from you?" You curve an eyebrow, "You complain and harass me, and then hand her right to me in the end." You state, he watches you look up to his ceiling as you pretend to remember. He doesn't say anything. You continue. "Now I've stolen your lab partner and your girlfriend, what next?" You ask, leaving the question to linger in the air for a moment. "You?"

He snorts. "See, that actually takes some effort" He reaches to grab his usual brown button-up, slipping it through an arm as you sighed, walking around his room, studying the place. He watched you, unsure where you're getting at. Even more unsure why he hasn't asked you to leave yet.

"Your problem, Jayce," You start softly, running your hand down his messy bed sheets, "is that you don't see that I've won you over long before I have ever won Viktor." You murmured, fixing his sheets after feeling them.  "You've been obsessed."

"Obsessed? Your confidence is unsettling. I merely disliked you, you don't matter to me as much as you think you do." You didn't believe a single word, and you don't think he does either. You force his eyes to catch yours. 

"Again with the lying, Jayce. When will it stop?"

"What do you want? To piss me off like you do all the fucking time already? Sorry, princess, I have other plans today." Jayce says, buttoning the first few buttons on the bottom together, watching you clean up his bed, keeping yourself occupied. The silence in the room was palpable, horribly thick.

"What do you want?" He repeats himself, not bothering to even wear an angry expression like you'd expect, he just waited for your answer.

"Nothing." You finally decide, you're wasting your time. Turning your back on him, you start reaching for the exit of his room. "Hoskel only wanted me to tell you about his—"

Jayce grabs your arm. "Oh my gods. Fuck Hoskel. I don't couldn't care less. What do you want?"

PART 3

You eyed the hand wrapped around your arm, lifting your eyes to his. "You like grabbing me a lot." You state, drifting your gaze to his unbuttoned chest. You hated him, he was a jealous asshole. A prick. But speaking to Mel privately, and getting her to forgive you had you dislike him a little less. You dreaded him for it.

You hated him, making you like him even just a centimeter more than before. You blamed it all on him, the good and the bad, it was all his fault even if it wasn't. You couldn't imagine yourself feeling a kind, nice instinct toward Jayce. The emotions the two have built your relationship on was far from positive adjectives like kind or nice.

He's never bothered to show you any form of patience or sweetness, so why should things change up now? Just because he put in a good word for you, doesn't mean you necessarily wanted to treat him like how Viktor perhaps would. Jayce wasn't your pal. You weren't planning on making him one, either.

You were used to what you both established, none of that lovey dovey sappy shit. What the two of you had was not built off a slow burn lie, a friendship blossoming. It was built with complete raw and exhilarating passion. Passionate fucking anger.

You didn't want to change that.

"What do you want?" Jayce repeats, the grip on your arm telling you a whole different story than the one on his face. You were reminded of when he first snapped with you. You weren't fully aware of his loathing to you until that night, after you'd kissed Viktor for the very first time, only wanting to tell Mel about it. He'd grabbed you by the arm, and you left him with a threat. You look back at the memory fondly. Now, it was almost the same. HIs grip was angry, but his eyes were pleading. He looked like a little boy, mentally urging you to say what he wants to hear.

This is the first time you'd ever seen an expression like that on his face. "Not a thing, Jayce. I have everything I could ever want." You answer, saying the sentence slowly, like he were a child being repeated a question on a pop quiz.

"Really?" He asks, his eyes narrowing and his hand slowly leaving your arm. "You're finally full?"

You stare up at him as all your senses fly to the side of your arm, right where he had held it as you considered his question. "What?"

He buttons up his shirt, covering up his chest as he looks at you like how the arrogant elite would at a beggar. "You kept biting off more than you can chew, and when you've finally swallowed it all down, you don't bother cleaning your plate."

You were confused, trying to roam your mind for everything this could apply to, going down to the basics. Jayce despises you because he was jealous, something you both came to the conclusion of. You manage to pry Mel and Viktor from his palm and into your own, that was the center goal on why he disliked you so much. So what was he saying? You bit off more than you could chew.

"Are you saying I'm out of their league, Jayce?" You inquire, not needing to mention their names for him to understand. "Like I planned it, because it was just so hard?" You watch him button up the very last button of his shirt, reaching the start of his neck. You weren't a fan of the look, reaching your own hand to slowly button it back down. To your surprise, he didn't stop you. "Let me remind you," You spoke softly, he watched your mouth, the way your tongue peaks out when you pronounce the 'L'. "Mel and Viktor came running to me the very moment they were allowed to."

"Your ego baffles me." Jayce spoke, watching you unbutton his shirt all the way down. "Do I truly have to mention how Mel still sinks on my cock like there's no tomorrow? Or how Viktor is still my partner, Y/N? Spending more hours in the day with me than with you." You run your hand down his chest, feeling it from the start of your fingers down the palm of your hands. His skin was hot and carved perfectly to your touch.

"That's your problem, Y/N." He murmurs to you, "You always talk about them like they're yours, but you forget who even started it all. Notice how you only paid attention to the first part of that sentence? You completely missed my point, and that just shows what kind of person you are."

You move your attention from his chest to his face. "You love pretending like you're smart. Like you've got me all figured out just because you did me a favour once. You will never get to know anything about me beside the fact I fucked your girlfriend and your lab partner with ease."

Jayce feels your hand softly slide from his chest to his shoulder, slipping the dress shirt off him. "You're a cocky whore." His mouth twitches, and your grin spreads. 

"And, what? You're not?" You hold the shirt up, smelling it as you locked eyes with him. It smelt like it had just come from the laundry, yet a faint scent of leather and vanilla wafts in your nose. You throw his shirt onto the bed behind him.

He ignores you, using his large hands to move your hair from your shoulders to expose that area, his fingertips brushing over your collarbones and to the section connecting your neck and shoulders. "So greedy, you are." Jayce tells you, using his hands to gently move the strap of your dress down. 

You eye his mouth. "It must feel good. Being the golden boy of Piltover, man of Progress." You praise as you watch his exposed chest fall up and down. "Yet still a little bitch behind the scenes." You rip any sort of flattery away, and his jaw ticks.

"Cute. Particularly ironic coming from the biggest slut in the council."

"What? Sad that only Mel and Viktor are getting all the action while you're left behind?"

"I want nothing to do with you." He spits, flashing you those teeth again. You can't help it, you push him onto his bed as you catch his mouth with yours.

To your surprise, he clutches a hand onto your hips immediately, kissing you as soon as you come in contact with him. The kiss hurt. It was messy, the way your tongues were immediately invading each other's personal space. More than messy, it was hard. He had a hand on your hips, holding you hard enough to bruise as his other hand was half on your jaw, and half tangled in your hair, tugging on it. 

You straddled his waist as both your hands held his face, trying to draw blood from his mouth. Jayce, completely aware of your intentions, groans into your mouth as he attempts to do the same to you. "I fucking hate you." You cried against his lips as a metallic taste of coins entered your mouth. Neither of you were sure who it belonged to, yet still kissed each other against it. 

"You don't mean it." He says, you pull away from him. Opening your eyes, you see the corner of his lips protruding with a hint of crimson. From his point of view, blood was splattered all inside your mouth, and slowly, you smiled. He caught sight of your fangs and he pressed against the walls of his mouth with his tongue, somewhere along where the front of his teeth were, he felt the flesh ripped and his tongue be met with more of the metallic taste. "Fucking bitch."

"I guess you can see just how much I mean it, don't you?" You grinned, sitting up on his waist. In a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of your nape and pushed your face into his in a kiss. Both your hands threw themselves around his head as one gripped his bedridden hair tightly. His other hand that wasn't keeping you in place bunched up your dress all the way up to your ass. He managed to move you in a position where he was on top now.

Jayce's teeth pulled on the side of your mouth, he wouldn't stop until  he drew blood too. "Come on, you could do better than tha—" He shut you up by pulling the flesh on your lips, which was now bleeding.

"Better than what?" He challenges and you narrow your eyes at him. Your eyes squinting into a glare as you're folding your bottom lip into your mouth, licking the new wound on your lips.

Your lips just meet again, grunts and groans leaving both your lips as Jayce squeezes your plush ass harshly. Your legs go to wrap around his naked torso as he drags his mouth down, his teeth sinking onto your neck as you feel him mark you with hickeys. You push your head further into the pillow behind your head as your neck felt like it was on fire. You tug on his hair harder, moaning as you wished you didn't. You couldn't fuel his ego like this.

"You always take this long to suck ah, a hickey, Tah..lis?" 

"You sound fucking pathetic right now." Jayce says, pulling his mouth away from where it was before licking it softly with his warm tongue, a big gentle contrast to how harshly he was devouring your neck and collarbones. "Shut the fuck up." He attaches his mouth to your bloody lip as he very unkindly shoved your dress off you. You were almost naked now, minus the lace panties that sunk between your ass and the thin matching pair that hugged your breasts with little to no decency.

They were practically useless, didn't do much to cover you as the lace did nothing but decorate your tits with its pattern. "You always wear a set like this? Hoping the next, lucky guy gets to unwrap it off you like a present, slut?"

"Mmmm." You hum, your eyes closed as he peels the bra off you. "Lucky guy? I'm flattered." You flutter your eyes back open to see him staring at you. You peck the tip of his nose with your bloody mouth.

"You're unbelievable. Completely revolting." He mutters, and you pout. "Doesn't seem like I'm that revolting, with your hands around my tits like they're about to run away."

"Gods, shut up." He practically begs, flipping you to your stomach. You forget Jayce's height and strength isn't just for show, he's genuinely really strong. He does it all so easily you barely have time to process before your head is pressed against the pillow, a small groan leaving your lips.

"You finally gonna fuck me, Talis?" You coo, using your knees and elbows to lift yourself up as you look back at him.

He cocks his head to the side, almost like a dog as he hooks a finger around the side of your underwear, feeling the material between his fingers before letting it snap back to your hips. "I need to find a way to shut you up, don't I?"

"Hurry up, then." You huff, "Or are you gonna keep feeling the underwear I put on for Viktor the whole time?"

His large hand presses your head down to the pillow again, pressing the side of your face against it as he slowly brings his mouth close to your ears. "Don't talk about him when you're with me, yeah?" His tone was condescending, practically almost threatening. You can't help but smile. All of Runeterra could be against him, but only you could rile him up like this.

"You're just so slow." You say boringly, despite your grin. All that was left was a yawn. But Jayce was already beyond ticked off, shoving the underwear down to your thighs as he gripped your ass harshley.  "Needy, arrogant girl." You could hear him bare his teeth as he held your head down.

You felt him behind you, lining himself at your entrance as your breath hitches. He gives you no time to brace before he slams into you, and you cry out a moan, his size a shock to you, spreading you as you instinctively clench around him. The side of your head pressed against your pillow as you tried to keep yourself from losing control over your knees holding you up.  "Looks like that shut you up." He breathes, slowly moving his hips against you.

Your chest burned with annoyance. "I just can't get him out of my head." You say, knowing exactly how to tick him off. His pace picks up faster, his hands gripping both sides of your waist. "I was…" You interrupt yourself at the sensation of him picking up his speed. "I was so ready to see him to..tuh-day." You kept going, his movements growing rigid and sloppy, yet only faster.

"Am I just a distraction in your way, huh?" He groans, grabbing your hair and pulling it up, your neck pops up as you stare at the walls. Your eyes flutter shut and you biting onto your bottom lip, fucking yourself back to him, following his gestures as you took all of him in, your ass slapping against his skin.

"Now you're catching on." You sigh as he's shoved in and out of you, the sounds of sin being heard throughout the room and it only makes you wetter on his cock.

Jayce drops your head from his grasp, making contact with his pillow again as he drops his mouth to kiss your shoulder blade.  "I'll show you a real fucking distraction."

-

God's, this was so much worse than it had to be.

You were seated in the council room with everyone as per usual, with your shirt's neckline abnormally high and all three of them staring at you. Cassandra and Shoola responded to the other as Heimerdinger perked up with a suggestion, but you weren't even listening to that.

Jayce and Viktor were accompanying you, Mel, and the rest of the council this meeting because the topic discusses their latest project. Mel stared right past you and at Jayce, narrowing her eyes at him and he tried his best to seem unfazed. The rest of the council would think it was because she was in thought for the topic of discussion, but all four of you knew that wasn't the case. She didn't hold herself back from commenting on the bruise that crept from under your hemline and behind your ear.

Leaving Jayce's room yesterday and avoiding everyone for the rest of that day was hard. You said you had a minor flu and you realized how you need to be alone for the day. Mel had seemed to believe it at first, offering to get you soup or even massage you. Given how sore you were from Jayce, you were genuinely considering her offer before declining.

You had entered your bathroom and saw just how much Jayce had marked you. Lovebites down your neck, behind your ears, collarbones and breasts. He left you colored and it all seemed like a blur. You could barely remember when he had sucked any of them. Not to mention your legs, which felt like noodles. He had rearranged your guts inside out, and the stupid look on his face in the council showed his odd cockiness of the day.

You were the only one who saw his rude, cocky side. The rest of the council, and simply anyone else, saw him as this kind inventor. You wanted to sucker-punch that look off his face. But you couldn't, you weren't even paying any attention to him now. Your eyes were locked on Viktors.

If it weren't for the clench of his jaw, you'd think he's unfazed. Like he wasn't aware of anything. But you weren't stupid, and neither was Jayce. You both had noticed his stiffness since the moment he looked between the two of you in the council. It seems Mel has too, for she was eyeing daggers at the taller man. Jayce hated rejection, or disappointment from anyone. He was the kind of man who needed reassurance. But now? His small grin places his lips as he refuses to look at any of you.

-

(a/n; anyway sorry guys for deleting it i lowkey wish i didnt cus it got a lot of likes last time but whatever fuck this shit here you go)

I remember now. In my own little sad delusion, reader keeps the ring and wears it all the time on the precious finger meant for a special someone. If asked about it she’d say her fiancé made it for her/or alternatively if she feels too guilty for even claiming Viktor as her fiancé she says a close friend of hers made it.

I feel as if though she’d never marry and keep to herself, letting herself reflect and her guilt and dark thoughts shift as she grieves him. The sad memories become one that she smiles at again. She visits his grave and talks to him on a daily basis, updating him on her daily life. But she would never seek the affection of someone else as he holds her heart in his hands, and he doesn’t even know it yet.

She’d work a normal life, just like she’d used to. Hex tech completely lost and forgotten as Jayce destroyed it, no longer letting the lingering thoughts of expanding its use cloud his mind. He’ll eventually confine in reader and ask him about their past in which they bond over that. As the years go by they become friends that share a mutual friend.

Jayce eventually asks about the ring, thinking she’d moved on only come to find out that it was made by yours truly. Reader shares the memory of what happened with a sad smile.

“After all those years I thought he’d forgotten about me. Turns out he didn’t. Lover boy just kept his feeling for me bottled up, and didn’t even tell me. Not until I caught him drunk with Sky…” she sighs, nimble fingers playing with the ring that adorned her finger.

The ring. A symbol of what they meant to each other. First loves. Childhood friends. Family.

“Makes you wish you could reverse time and take it all back. But you can’t, and now I have to live with that darned memory.”

“To be fair, I don’t think he ever forgave himself for that. If he was still here, and the both of you had married, I’d bring that memory up all the time and tease him about it. He’s probably rolling in his grave right now.” Jayce chuckled and pat her shoulder.

She smiled and slipped the ring off. She handed it to him to observe. The inside of it had their names carved into it, albeit messily. The familiar handwriting of the once scientist they knew and cared for.

“Had we married I’d have taken his name. No one in Zaun has a last name. I didn’t think there was a need for them, and I still don’t. But if I’m being honest right now, having the name he’d come up with would be a big deal for me.”

“You know I never asked him what his name was. I’d written it down as a reminder but it slipped my mind. If you don’t mind me asking, why do people from the undercity not have last names?” The man had scratched the back of his nape.

“I don’t know. It could be because we aren’t people of status, but it didn’t matter to us. But having one… it’s intimate. Knowing you share a last name with someone means a lot. Whether you’re married, or adopted into a family, it means that you’re loved, and you’re intertwined in that love.” She smiled at him.

“Moss agate?!? Why’d he choose that as the stone?”

She chuckled and leaned over to caress the ring. “Moss agate… is fueled with a lot of meaning. Abundance, prosperity, and new beginnings.”

“When we were younger, Viktor was the odd one out. Even in Zaun being different was the easiest way to be singled out. His cane caused him to be looked down upon. It’s not his fault, I don’t know how us children survived down there.”

“I didn’t even realize that I was his only friend, it only occurred to me a few days later after I saw him down by our spot bright and early. Only thing with him was his cane, the boat, and a few other tools and scraps of gears.”

“I didn’t ask him, nor tell him that I knew he was alone, but I think he knew I found out that same moment we locked eyes. He grew a bit flustered but that was all.” She snorted as she imagined his full face growing embarrassed.

“He was mainly quiet unless I asked him about what he was going to make next. He’d usually just listen to me yap about what was going on. It was mainly about what I saw at Vander’s bar, The Last Drop.” She plucked the ring out of Jayces grasp and slipped it back on.

It was slightly tight but she wasn’t going to go ahead and modify it. She loved the simple ring as it was, in all it imperfections because it came from the one person she’d always love.

“It looks like he always had an abundance of love for me no matter how far apart we were. In his journal, he kept a newspaper clipping of me. He wrote sweet nothings on that page dedicated to me. ‘So proud of you,’ ‘knew you could make it,’ things like that.” She kept the more heartfelt words to herself.

“Who knew he was such a sap.” Jayce jibbed, a small smile gracing his lips.

“When we were younger, he always thought highly of me. He knew that I’d become who I am now in Piltover. Even when I didn’t believe in myself, he’d always think of me as bright.”

“When we met Singed… everything changed. We were always friends and nothing would ever change that, but Singed thought of me as a distraction to Vik. “

“You should’ve seen his pouty face. I could tell he took offense, and though it did sting to hear that about myself I swallows my feelings down. Viktor was about to stand up for me but this was his chance to.. well… get out of there.”

“Wait so that’s who he was talking about?” Jayce screeched.

“Talking about who? Singed?”

“Yeah, he was trying to tinker with the hex core, but said he’d consult with someone he knew. Ultimately, he said he never went through with the deal.”

“Mhm. After a failed experiment, Viktor didn’t trust him after that. He came to me a bit upset, but bottled his feelings up just so that he wouldn’t sour the mood for me.”

“It’s one of the last few conversations we had with each other before he left to the topside. After that you know how it goes.”

“I can’t dwell on the past. What’s happened, happened. But it doesn’t stop anything from hurting.” She looked up at Jayce with tears in her eyes and wiped them as they cascaded down her cheeks.

“Is it selfish of me to want to go back in time and keep him from reaching his dream of becoming something bigger in Piltover? Keep him from meeting singed? Keep him from leaving?”

“Maybe a little.” He jested. It bought a soft snort out of her.

“Maybe then we’d make it together, without having to be separated, to stay together. Move in together, get proposed to, plan for the big day, spend the rest of our lives together, possible start a family. Maybe he’d still be here, with us…” she choked down a sob.

“There no guarantee for that outcome. We started Hextech for that reason and…” he trailed off.

“Do you think in another lifetime.. he’s alive and well? Happy?”

“I do, but I know that he’s beating himself up right now seeing you cry because of him.”

“He never was a fan of me crying over him. Even when we were younger he’d always try his best to cheer me up and make up with me. He’d even let me do his hair as I pleased.” She sniffled.

“Anything for his girl.” Jayce rubbed circles on her shoulder as she curled into his warm embrace, needing the consoling.

“Anything for me.”

My Atlantis, We Fall | Finale

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: A childhood friendship between Viktor and you grow into unspoken love, but your paths diverge when Viktor left you behind. Still heartbroken, you unexpectedly reunite during Progress Day after years, only to cause more heartbreak.

Pairing: Viktor Arcane X Female Reader, she/her pronouns

Warnings: ANGST, death, made up last name for Viktor, no mentions of Y/N.

Words: 6.3k

A/N: I really hope you like how this ended as much as I did! And thank you so much for 1k followers! I went from 600 to 1.1k in a span of 3 days 😭 Y'all are crazy for the viktorussyyy

The rain fell in relentlessly. Each droplet is a cold mnemonic of the rage and fear in your heart after what you just saw. The same droplets pressed Viktor's hair against his forehead and ran down his hollow cheeks like tears he was unable to shed. It was enough to sober him up.

You strode down the cobblestone street, footsteps splashing into shallow puddles of water. Viktor's irregular steps resonated behind you, his walking stick struggled to grip the slippery surface. He looked utterly lost. Vulnerable. A man stripped of his intellect. It reflected the agitation within him, but he didn't care if he'd stumble to the ground again and let the pavement scratch his skin just to catch you. Not right now. “Would you please stop walking away and talk to me?!” The loudness of his voice broke through the roaring storm, piercing its way through the wind to envelop you.

You froze mid-step, shoulders tensing as if his words had hit you physically. His words worsened the anger inside you. You kept on moving, the rain blurring your vision.

“Please!” he called again, and this time, the pain in his voice drew you back, completely halting you in your tracks. You turned sharply, water splashing from your drenched clothing, it mirrored the landslide of emotions breaking free from inside of you. Your chest heaved with each breath; tears mixed with the rain as you locked onto Viktor's gaze. His eyes were filled with desperation, glowing like orange lanterns in the middle of this storm. “Me?!” You sneered, a sense of bitterness lingering in the atmosphere. “You’re seriously the one talking about walking away? About communication?! Do you even hear yourself, Viktor?!” You stepped closer to his face, voice rising. You could see each detail of his face now; their beauty remains evident even amid all the gloom, but you didn't let them distract you. “Did you forget what you did? Or have you just convinced yourself they didn't matter?” Viktor flinched, as if each word was an arrow pointed straight to his heart. He opened his mouth, only to close it again, shame smothering him in the silence.

“I remember,” he said after the pause, his tone careful. “I remember everything. I remember them every single day.” You laughed, “Oh, do you? Then you must recall leaving without so much as a word. Treating me like I was a puzzle to solve only to discard me as soon as I didn’t align with your bigger plan!” Your voice cracked, the hurt threatening to overflow like the rain around you. “Like I was disposable...” His breath hitched, shaking his head in disagreement with what you had said. His grip on his cane tightening until his knuckles turned white. “You were never disposable—”

"Then why did you make me feel like so?" You cut him off.

Viktor paused, taking a small time to take in the look in your face caused by his actions. “I just... I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing. That if I let you go, I could—” He halted, words choking him. “I thought it would protect you. That you would be safer. Happier without me.” “Protect me?” you mocked, almost closing the distance. “You hurt me, Viktor! You didn’t protect me! You shattered me!”

You thought his response was completely ridiculous. But did you genuinely believe that thought? It was clear that your anger is distorting your perspective again. Still, you have every right to feel that way. His face crumpled as your words struck home, his free hand reaching for you but stopping, trembling. “I know,” he said hoarsely. “I know what I did to you. There’s no excuse, no justification that could ever make it right. But please… please let me try to explain.”

"Just go easy on him, alright? He’s not great at these things." Jayce's words echoed in your thoughts, bringing back the image of Viktor coughing and bleeding. You never wanted to imagine it again. It felt as though it was your own care and affection for Viktor reaching out to you, urging you to truly listen to him. That beneath the anger, your love for him that had never fully disappeared was talking to you.

“Go ahead, then. Explain. Tell me why it was okay to tear my heart apart and just let me live with it.” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, feeling a chill that were more from the sight of him rather than from the cold air.

He took a cautious step forward, but this time you didn't pull back. You’re closer to him than ever before that you can smell his musky scent, so close that you can nearly tune into his thoughts and feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. His eyes filled with vulnerability, and deep inside you can feel them pinching your heart.

“I was a fool,” he began, briefly looking down before focusing on your gaze once more. “I- I told myself I was being selfless, letting you go for your sake. But the truth is, I was terrified of what you made me feel. As we grew older, it also grew more seriously inside me. That scared me. I was scared that those emotions would derail me from dreams. Dreams that I would sacrifice my life for. And I was a coward for that."

His words were like a glimpse of hope in your confusion. You could sense how heavy they were and almost feel his struggle. But then, Viktor paused, remembering another mistake he had made.

“What you saw up there… with Sky... I am so sorry. I was drunk. No, I am drunk.” Viktor chuckled and scratched his head, feeling embarrassed as he recalled his recent actions. “I thought I saw you. I thought it was you kissing me.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “But it wasn’t you. It was her. It was a mistake, a horrible mistake, and it hurts me to know that I let myself forget you for even a moment. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted anyone else, not after what we shared. I was trying to make myself feel something, anything, other than the pain of losing you. But all I did was make everything worse.”

This hit you deeply, making your chest feel tight, but it wasn’t enough. You still had barriers up, barriers that Viktor's words had not yet broken through.

As his words lingered in the air, your emotions swirled. You're still hurt, but you were validated. You couldn't put it into words, but the next words that came out of Viktor's mouth were both surprising and somehow anticipated.

He hesitated, eyes filled with everything he had kept inside. “I have struggled... in vain,” he began, “I’ve fought against this... against you. But I can bear it no longer..."

Countless thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to predict Viktor's next words while allowing him to keep speaking.

"The past years have been nothing but torment. I thought I was doing the right thing. I only intended to protect you.” His voice faltered as he took a step closer, as if you two weren't already close enough. His gaze softened, searching yours. “But I was wrong.”

Viktor cupped your face gently, his hands fitting the curves of your skin as if they were meant to be there, as if the Gods made them to touch you in this way. Every delicate contour of your facial structure seemed to align perfectly with each line of his palms, like another way of promising you his love if not through words.

His hands remained steady against your skin to which you subconsciously leaned onto, eyes fluttering closed as you exhaled softly. "Viktor, please..."

His touch soothed the storm inside you. So intimate, so real.

You waited for him to speak again, breath caught in your chest.

Viktor swallowed hard as the words finally came out, tears gathering around his eyes. “Please, end my agony... I... I love you.”

Those three words struck you like a speeding bullet train, each one ringing in your chest. They were impossible to ignore. His touch, his words—they were enough to lift the burden you carried for years.

But even with that weight gone, there was still something else lingering deep inside you.

Doubt.

The kind of doubt that was seeded long ago, as though it was permanent. The kind that couldn’t be erased with just three words, no matter how heartfelt they are.

You smiled, but it wasn’t the smile Viktor hoped for. It wasn’t the soft, tender response he had imagined after pouring his heart out to you.

No, it was something else. It was a smile that spoke more of deflection. The kind of smile that said, 'nice try'. The kind that concealed the sensitivity still flowing within you, and beneath that, a hint of doubt.

"If you really love me then you shouldn't have left me."

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

The weeks that followed were unfriendly to Viktor, as if the universe had conspired to reflect the torture he felt inside.

He buried himself in his research, and the lab became more of a prison than a shelter. The spark of his amber eyes has now been replaced by a hollow stare of sleepless nights.

The edges of his frame were frail. His already lean figure was exposed, with skin appearing even more pale. Dark circles etched themselves under his eyes and bruises of his own making from the nights he spent pouring every inch of his body into the study instead of rest.

His lips, once soft and quick to curl upward into a smile, are now chapped and pushed into a line. Clothes hung loosely over him, and the fabric of his coat looked heavier than the man wearing it. As he coughed, a deep, ragged sound would scrape off of his lungs, with random nose bleeds occurring here and there—Jayce noticing even more crimson specks smearing his handkerchief.

Still, Viktor dismissed everyone.

He denied recognizing the physical impact his work had on him and dismissed the worries with a feigned nonchalance. Now, his focus was singular: perfecting his research and proving that his sacrifice was not in vain.

But his hands trembled day by day, and the tension of lifting his tools became almost impossible. The recognizable sound of his cane hitting the floor now stands as a touching reminder of his deteriorating health.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

For several weeks, the rain kept pouring. It seemed like the weather understood your and Viktor's feelings.

You were savoring a warm cup of tea when gentle knocks vibrated at your door.

You hesitated before answering. Upon opening it, Sky stood there, drenched and shivering. Her eyes red as though she had been crying.

You gripped the doorframe, eyes rolling and your jaw clenching. “What do you want?” you asked coldly, the sight of her bringing back memories that you're still trying to forget.

Sky fidgeted, fingers twisting together nervously. “Look, I know I’m the last person you want to see right now,” she began, her voice barely audible over the rain. “But I need to talk to you. Please. It’s about Viktor.”

Just hearing his name triggered an unwelcome pain that cut through the walls of your living room. You moved to close the door, unwilling to entertain whatever she had to say, but her hand shot out, gripping it with strength that caught you off guard.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

She cried out, “Please, just hear me out. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”

Ugh.

With hesitation, you moved aside and nodded you head toward the living room for her to enter, your arms crossed as you observed her walk into your house. Her wet clothes left a trail of water on the floor, but she seemed oblivious, her focus entirely on you. She looked smaller than you remembered, her confidence was replaced by an almost childlike vulnerability.

“I’m really sorry,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “For everything. For the kiss… for the way I acted. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen.”

For the second time today, you rolled your eyes, lips curled into a bitter smile. “Is that why you’re here? To apologize? I've been trying to erase that from my memory, so if you're just here to remind me about it then please, feel free to leave.”

Sky shook her head no, hands clenching into fists at her sides. “No. I- I’m not here to make excuses. I know what I did was wrong, and I know how much it hurt you. But you need to know the truth.” She took a shaky breath, her eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that was almost uncomfortable. “I’ve liked Viktor for as long as I can remember. For years, I thought… I thought maybe he could feel the same way about me because we're always together. But that night… that kiss… I know he wasn’t thinking of me.” Her voice broke and she looked away, cheeks flushing with shame. “He was thinking of you."

Yeah, I know.

Her words lingered, combining affirmation and hurt. “Is that why you’re here?” you asked, your tone sharp. “To tell me that Viktor loves me? I- How do you even know me?”

Sky’s eyes filled with tears, her composure finally breaking.

“No,” she whispered. “I’m here because Viktor is dying.”

Viktor is dying.

The words played over and over in your mind. They are louder each time, drowning out everything else. The idea of losing him permanently this time made your stomach twist painfully. Tears threatened to spill, but you fought hard to blink them away.

Viktor’s “I love you," from a few weeks ago came back to your senses. They were never quite enough to erase all the anger, pain, and doubt he had left behind. Those three words were supposed to heal, but they didn’t; they couldn’t. They weren’t strong enough to undo the hurt.

But now, this another set of three words hit you harder than you thought possible. They weren’t warm or hopeful. They didn’t carry promises of love or second chances.

Yet somehow, they did what his “I love you” couldn’t.

Those three words, so opposite in meaning, tore through every bitter thought and resentment you held.

All they left behind was the truth that none of the hurt mattered anymore.

None.

You couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not like this.

Sky's words stole the air from your lungs. “W- what?” you managed to choke out.

Sky took a step closer, seemingly wanting to offer you some comfort. “He’s in the hospital. Jayce took him there after he collapsed. He… he’s not doing well.”

You wanted to say something, anything, but your thoughts were in a tangle of mess. Words failed you as you reached for your coat, the overwhelming need to get to Viktor as soon as possible overriding everything else.

You were halfway to the door, hand trembling on the handle, when Sky’s voice broke through your chaotic blur. “Wait… before I forget,” she said, the tone almost nervous.

You turned to face her, your impatience barely masked. Sky fumbled through her bag, pulling out a small blue leather-bound notebook. Its edges scuffed, and its cover worn with age. Her hands were shaking as she extended it toward you.

“This is his,” Sky spoke gently, her voice shaking in a way that reflected the quiver of her hands. “When Viktor left it on his table, I… I opened it. It was a few years ago. I wasn’t trying to invade his privacy. I was just looking for research notes, trying to understand what he was working on. But I found this instead.”

You paused, gazing at the notebook as if it were delicate. "What’s this?" you inquired, voice softer than you meant it to be. Your brows knitted together in confusion, questioning why she felt it was so important to hand this to you right now when every second counted.

We don't have time for this.

Sky looked down, as if she couldn’t bear to meet your eyes. Her fingers lingered on the edge of the notebook before letting it go, pressing it into your hands. “It’s… it’s about you,” she admitted. “You asked me how I know about you, right? This is why. Just… just read it when you can. You’ll understand.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the muffled rain against your windows. You looked down at the notebook in your hands, its weight suddenly heavier than it had any right to be. Brushing the worn edges, your mind buzzed with questions you didn’t have the time or courage to ask.

What could possibly be in here that Sky believed you needed to see?

But there wasn’t any time to dwell on it now. The fear in your chest wouldn’t let you linger in here any longer.

Viktor's dying, and every second wasted felt like a step closer to losing him.

You clutched the notebook tightly before leaving it on your coffee table, a strange feeling of hope in your gut.

Whatever it contained, it could wait.

Right now, there was only one thing that mattered. You had to get to him.

The journey to the hospital seemed to stretch endlessly, with each second feeling longer than the one before. What should have been a simple fifteen-minute ride felt like it took forever. It was as if the outside world had faded away, leaving only the chaos in your head.

Your eyes were fixed on nothing, your focus lost while the unrelenting motion of the Piltover transport only made your anxiety worse. A heavy dread weighed on you, as if something terrible was already unfolding and you were already too late.

At last, the vehicle stopped.

As soon as it did, you bolted out the door, the cold air hitting you. Frantically, you paced toward the hospital entrance, feet struggling to keep up with the other. Your chest felt drawn in and every breath was a challenge.

You could feel your heart racing painfully in your throat, in your ears, and in your head. Each pound threatening to choke you. Your legs were worn out from running, yet you couldn’t stop. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you swallowed them down, forcing them back. Not now. Not yet.

Viktor needed you, and you had to be strong, even if every part of you wanted to crumble. The hospital doors loomed ahead, the sterile smell of it filling your nose. With each step, the uncertainty bore down on you more severely, causing your legs to shake as you neared the reception.

Please, don’t be too late. Please, don’t be too late. Please, don’t be too late.

The thought circled in your mind like a chant, you could've sworn you were going insane.

You found the room—his room.

Your heartbeat so loudly in your chest you could barely hear your own footsteps, but the sight in front of you stole the breath from your lungs. The door to his room swung open with a force you didn’t even realize you had, the sharp sound of it startling the nurses who clustered around Viktor’s bed.

Their heads snapped toward you in a synchronized motion, as though your entrance was both expected and unwelcome.

They didn’t even try to move out of your way. You didn’t know if they were trying to shield you from the sight of him or if it was a sudden reflex to prevent you from seeing what you already feared.

Your feet felt frozen to the ground as you stood there. You couldn’t even take in the full picture of Viktor. His form pale and still under the lights of the hospital room.

The doctor was speaking in a hurried tone, but none of their words seemed to make it past the pounding in your ears. Your mind refused to process anything but the cold, harsh truth that was unfolding before you.

One of the doctors glanced at his watch, his voice steady yet emotionless.

“Viktor Vikhnovich, time of death 4:12 PM.”

The words struck you like a hard punch. It felt as though time stood still. You choked on your breath as you looked at the man who meant everything to you—someone who had been just out of reach.

Dead.

The word echoed in your head, but it felt wrong. No, it has to be a joke.

You wanted to scream, to demand they are mistaken, to rush forward and shake him awake. But your legs refused to move. Your vision blurred, body numb with the shock that hit you like a bullet to the chest.

The doctors moved around you, but you could barely comprehend their actions. You didn’t know if they were trying to offer condolences or explanations. None of it mattered.

All you could see was Viktor lying motionless, as though life had been drained from him just when he needed it the most. It took everything in you not to collapse right there in the doorway.

You walked closer to his laying body; he felt close yet so far. He isn't here anymore.

“No, no, no, no, no,” the words spilled from your lips, your voice trembling and raw as you stumbled forward. You pushed through the heavy air in the room, ignoring the doctors who tried to steady you or pull you back.

You couldn’t hear them. You couldn’t see anything except him.

You reached Viktor’s side, your knees giving out as you collapsed by his bed. “No,” you whispered again, this time softer, as though speaking directly to his now peaceful soul. Your hands hovered over his cheeks, shaking, afraid to touch him and confirm what your heart refused to believe.

His skin was colorless, chest still, and the nasal cannula lay idle. The silence of his lifelessness was more deafening than your cries.

Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision as you clutched his hand in yours. It was cold, far too cold. Far from the warmth of the pair of hands that heated your cheeks in the middle of the storm just a few weeks ago.

“Viktor, please,” you sobbed, voice breaking with each syllable. “N-no, don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I'm s-sorry.”

The sense of finality rang in your ears.

His face appeared serene, which only boosted your pain.

You couldn’t reconcile this quiet, unresponsive Viktor with the man you knew. The one who argued passionately about science, who lit up at the spark of an idea, the man you've always had an unspoken love with.

You pressed a chaste kiss on his forehead, your tears soaking the lifeless skin of his face.

“This is- this is all my fault…” you choked out. “Viktor, you can’t—” Your voice cracked, unable to finish the sentence, because finishing it meant acknowledging the truth, and you weren’t ready for that.

Your fingers brushed over his cheek and his moles, memorizing every line and angle for the last time.

The world felt wrong. It was too quiet, too still without him in it.

Sure, he hadn’t been a part of your life since the day he walked away, but this was different.

This was final.

The faint hope you’d always held, the possibility of crossing paths again, of hearing his voice, of sharing even one swift moment, was now extinguished.

He was gone, permanently this time.

There would be no second chances, no reconciliation, no more time to bridge the gap that had grown between you.

The doctors and nurses exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of pity and discomfort. Someone murmured something about giving you time, and the sound of footsteps walking away barely registered in your mind.

"Viktor... I love you, too..."

The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with him.

Alone in your grief, your despair.

Alone with the reality that Viktor was gone.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

Six months had passed since Viktor's passing and grief still lingered in every corner of your heart.

It had a way of reshaping your life without your permission. The past few months weren’t about healing, but more about surviving. You woke up every day feeling like a piece of you had been carved out, like there was a void that you carried everywhere you go.

Life continued on even as you grieve, but moving ahead just felt wrong.

It felt wrong to move on from Viktor because of the realization that there weren't many people left to mourn him. It was just you, Jayce, and Sky. However, in time, the three of you will also be gone. And despite all the blood, sweat, and tears Viktor put in, his dreams of leaving a lasting legacy in this world is now impossible to come to fruition.

You didn’t cry every day. Sometimes, it was worse: just complete numbness. The kind where nothing felt real or important anymore.

You ignored his name when it came up in conversations, avoided the places that held his memory, but the pain never failed to find you in the smallest things—a faint scent from the past or the quiet moments before sleep when there was nothing to worry you about having to forgive him.

And yet, you didn’t let it break you. Instead, you kept going. Because you know Viktor would've wanted you to.

Now, as you clean and reorganize your home, you found yourself surrounded by half-packed boxes. The sounds of tape peeling and cardboard shifting kept you distracted from your thoughts, until your hand grazed something tucked into the corner of an old shelf.

A small box, with the letter V written across its lid in faded blue ink.

Your brows knit together. The curiosity that drew you toward the box wasn’t out of curiosity but rather out of realization. You knew exactly what it was. It was Viktor’s. Or rather, a box of things that belonged to him. Things of him from Zaun that you kept. The appearance of it awoken a strong feeling, not only sorrow but also guilt.

"Forgot I still have these." You chuckled, fingers running across the surface of it.

The notebook Sky had given you moments before Viktor's passing had been left untouched. Unread. Seeing it again felt like reopening your own wounds, wounds that were filled with the regret of not having forgiven him when you still had the time to.

You hesitated before lifting the lid, the smell of old paper and dust wafting into your face. Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze fell upon Viktor's notebook, sitting neatly atop a pile of random trinkets and scrap toys you made when you were a kid. But it wasn’t the notebook that stole your breath.

Nestled beneath it was a small, rusted toy boat, blemished by years of being kept away. Your fingers shook lightly as you picked it up, the memories it held flooding your mind like the stream where you used to play with this toy boat.

The boat.

The boat that had drifted too far downstream, leading you to Singed's lab. The boat that had set him on a path to greatness, to dreams so grand that they left no room for the simplicity of your childhood friendship. The boat that had left you behind. The boat that changed everything.

A smile tugged at your lips as you cradled the delicate toy in your hands. Viktor had no idea you kept it all these years. Not when he was consumed by ambition, not when you did the same but with the anger for him for leaving, and certainly not in the moments when you questioned if he even remembered you.

It was lightweight, but it carried the heaviness of nostalgia at the same time.

As you held it, images of your childhood played in your mind like a bittersweet reel. The laughter by the stream, the scent of Zaun's polluted air you never imagined you'd somehow miss, and the way Viktor’s eyes lit up with excitement as you launched the boat for the first time.

"I'll get it!"

"Come onnn, you’ll never catch it," Viktor called out, his voice teasing with worry after you dove into the shallow water to catch the boat. He stood on the bank, leaning lightly on his cane, his frame silhouetted against the golden afternoon light.

Your laughter bubbled up, louder than the gurgle of the stream. "Oh, watch me!"

Viktor shook his head, his lips twitching into a crooked smile. “You’ll be swept away before you even touch it,” he warned.

He stepped closer to the edge as if he could will you back to safety. He would’ve waded in himself if his leg allowed it. You knew that. He always hated being on the sidelines, watching while others took the risks he couldn’t.

“Vik, I’m fineee!” you called out, glancing over your shoulder at him. The current tugged harder the farther you went, but your determination burned brighter. “You’re just mad I’m faster than you.”

His laugh was soft, carried away by the breeze. “Faster, perhaps. Smarter? Doubtful.”

A wistful laugh escaped you as the memory replayed in your mind. Those were the moments before you stumbled upon the cave. If only curiosity hadn’t taken over—then maybe, just maybe—everything would’ve turned out differently.

Perhaps you and Viktor could have grown up side by side and make it Piltover together.

Finally you took the notebook. It sat heavy in your hands. You sighed, brushing the thin layer of dust from the surface. Your fingers hesitating for a moment before you finally flipped it open.

Settling onto the floor with your legs crossed, you prepared yourself for what lay inside.

At first, it was exactly as you expected. Pages filled with equations and wobbly sketches of his prototypes. You couldn’t help but smile as you traced the lines with your eyes, they captured the excellence he was born with.

It was so distinctly Viktor—obsessive, conscientious.

For a brief moment, it felt like he was right there with you, explaining each one of his ideas with his usual avidness, accent curling around the words.

God, you missed him.

As you reached the middle of the notebook, your fingers faltered. There was something different here.

Nestled between the pages was a photo. One you recognized immediately.

Your breath caught as you carefully lifted it, hands trembling slightly.

It was you. An image of a younger version of you at a turning point in your life when your hard work had finally started paying off. The image had been torn from an old newspaper article that featured your story. A story you never even thought Viktor knew or even cared about.

Your eyes shifted to the random affirmations beside the photo in Viktor’s messy handwriting.

"Still the most beautiful."

"I always knew you could make it, too."

"You grew out your hair. It suits you."

"My solnyshka, I hope you carry my love everywhere you go."

And more.

Each line felt like a whisper from him. He wrote them as if he was going to send them to you, as if you were replying to everything he jotted down. They felt like a kiss to your soul that you could almost hear him next to you, sending a shiver down your spine.

You traced the faded ink with your fingers, overwhelmed by the tenderness in every note he left behind.

Viktor had been paying attention all along, even when you believed he had turned his back on you.

Tears blurred your vision as you stared at the photo, the words, and the ghost of his presence woven into the pages. He was right. You indeed looked beautiful, as if you were looking at yourself through his eyes,

This wasn’t just a record of his work, it was also a reflection of the parts of his heart he never fully managed to show you.

And now, here it was, laid bare in your trembling hands.

Your fingers twitched, flipping the pages despite the fear in your heart. A part of you wanted to stop, to close the notebook and shove it back into the box, to avoid whatever might hurt more than you already did. But your curiosity overcame your reluctance, and you flipped to the next page after the other.

What you found stole the breath from your lungs.

In the center of the notebook was a section had been carefully carved out. The edges are neat, every cut made with precision. As if it was a secret pocket.

Within the hollowed space was a ring—a moss agate ring.

The soft green swirls within the stone caught the light, shimmering with a beauty that is so captivating.

It wasn’t extravagant like a diamond, but it was perfect. It felt just like him. Like the Viktor you knew.

The Viktor who found beauty in the simplicity, the meaningful, the genuine.

Your breath hitched as you picked it up, cradling it in your palm.

Moss agate. A stone symbolizing new beginnings and emotional healing. He had chosen it for a reason, you realized, and the realization tightened the ache in your chest even more than before.

It wasn’t just a ring. It was a promise, a reflection of your shared history and of humble beginnings, of scraped knees and childhood laughter, of dreams whispered by candlelight.

As you turned it over in your hand, a folded piece of paper stuck out the notebook, fluttering to the ground like a fragile leaf. You picked it up, noticing the faint smudge of red on the corner.

Blood. His blood. The realization sent a chill through you. Viktor penned this with his own hands, hands that had become frail as his body slowly stagnated.

Unfolding the letter, your breath caught at the sight of his familiar handwriting, every word etched with care despite the shakiness of the strokes.

His voice seemed to reach out to you from the page, the words pulling you into his world one last time.

My little sun,

Should this letter ever find its way to you, I cannot say how or when. Perhaps it never will. But if you’re holding this, it means I am no longer beside you.

I write this not knowing if you’ll ever read it, yet I must. Even if I will never again see your face alight with that smile of yours. There is nothing left to save me, and I’ve tried. I've tried to make peace with it. What weighs heavier than the end itself is leaving you. Knowing I’ve caused you so much pain.

I’ve thought endlessly of us, of the life we shared before it all crumbled.

Do you recall the day we met? You were the only one who didn’t flinch when you saw me. My leg, my limp. They meant nothing to you. You were so small then, full of boundless energy and kindness. You stopped without hesitation to help me gather the rusted scraps I’d dropped. And with that light of yours, you simply asked if I needed help.

Even then, I sensed there was something deeper. Something I wouldn’t understand until much later. From that moment, I knew you were unlike anyone I’d ever known. Only you... could make me feel that way.

I remember those stolen moments by the stream, the times you wept and I tried to comfort you, poorly if I may say. Yet in truth, it was your warmth and your embrace that gave me solace. Your laughter lingers still, echoing in the quiet spaces when I find myself longing for your presence.

And that day in the undercity, when you found that broken toy. You insisted we could fix it, though I swore it was beyond repair. I tried to explain the impossibility with the misaligned gears, but you looked at me with that defiance of yours and said, “We’ll make them fit.” And that we did.

Because that is who you are. Persistent. Always striving to mend what others deem beyond hope, even me. You tried to fix the rift between us when it should have been my responsibility to bear. And in return, I only worsened everything.

Do you remember the night I promised to marry you? We were just children, dreaming of a future that seemed impossibly distant. I don’t know what made me say it. Perhaps it's the way you looked at me, like I could be more than I was. You laughed and called me 'silly', but I meant every word.

Even then, I meant it. I told myself I would build something worthy of you. A life worthy of you.

But instead, I left. I pursued ambitions that devoured me whole and left you behind. And in doing so, I broke us. I see that now, clearer than ever. Though I don’t deserve it, I hope you understand how deeply sorry I am. For leaving, for hurting you, for failing to be the man you deserved.

When I promised to marry you, you told me I’d have to make you a pretty ring. I took that to heart.

I’ve held onto this ring for what feels like lifetimes. It is not grand, not polished like those found in the shops. It is simple. It is us. And it has always reminded me of you.

I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me. Perhaps I have no right to ask. But you must know this... Loving you was never a regret. It was my only certainty.

You are, and will forever be, my sun. The light I chased even when it burned. You made the impossible seem possible, even for someone like me.

And though I am gone, I hope you will continue to shine. Shine brighter than I ever could.

For both of us.

Yours always, Viktor

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Enchanted To Meet You

Viktor x f!reader | SFW | wc: 3.4k + extra story| On his deathbed, Viktor remembers all the moments he shared with you, hoping he can see you once again... even in another life.

A/N: Angsty, but hopefully the extra story will make it a bit happier.

Zaun, Runaterra. Year 1.020

It was ironic, but he didn't mind at all, not after all those years.

Life and time were always something Viktor desperately chased after since he can remember, to the point of replacing all his flesh with steel, leaving almost every trace of his humanity behind to mechanical augmentations, becoming The Machine Herald. He was finally able to live without a limp, without his damaged lungs or any limitations the human body could come across. He became the closest definition to a god in the depths of Zaun and managed to help its population with his mind and creations, a Glorious Evolution, not only for him but for the Undercity.

But time runs out even for a god.

A miscalculation he didn't notice when creating his new body, specifically, when building the power unit meant to replace his beating heart, was the cause of an irreversible malfunction 30 years after being geared on his chest. He thought it could be fixed, like every other part in his body, but he was wrong. A single failure on a divine-built mechanical body was enough to crumble it all to pieces. He tried to repair his mistake, but soon found out he wasn't able to; not only because any efforts put on the task would be useless, but because if any screw was removed out of place it would cause his body to collapse immediately, concluding with a long-lasting pain until the power inside him stopped running: an inevitably hurtful death he didn't want.

Blitzcrank, his beloved invention, was there with him through it all. The golem expected his creator to be furious, knowing his life would come to an end at the age of 59 when his original intention was to, hopefully, become immortal. But, to his surprise, The Machine Herald accepted the slow painless death that time has planned for him with ease; no frustration, no fighting. He took his mask off, revealing the face of the man he used to be years ago, and asked the robot to stay by his side during his last days, taking care of him when his augmentations began to fail; he also ordered him to take good care of Zaun when he wasn't able to. Blitzcrank, intertwining its big mechanic pinky to Viktor's hand in an attempt of a pinky promise, swore to fulfill his wish no matter what.

That was the first time Blitzcrank saw his father cry.

The second time came a month later. Viktor had to be put in bed since he began to lose strength on both his arms and legs, being forced to ask the golem to help him dismantle the Hexclaw from his back so he could lay comfortably. Blitz, like the golden "son" he was, took good care of Viktor: making him sweet milk and reading him bedtime stories to sleep (even though the only books on the shelf were science and mechanic themed). That night, Blitzcrank went to the shelf to look for another book to read, but when trying to reach a leather-cover one, the book fell to the ground, and out of it escaped a piece of yellow old paper. Blitzcrank had always been curious in general, so it couldn't resist the impulse to investigate the paper's content.

Written in sleek calligraphy a short letter could be read.

My dear Viktor, words are not enough to describe how lucky I feel for having someone so brilliant and caring in my life. Not only your mind is bright and intriguing but your heart is pure and passionate. I'll be forever grateful to have met you in this life, you and all stand for; hopefully, this picture could immortalize our golden days for us to remember when our legacy starts speaking for ourselves. Happy 25th birthday!

Yours, now and always. Y/n.

It had heard that name before. Viktor always whispered it in his sleep... well, when he managed to sleep. Blitzcrank once asked him about it, but the nostalgic glance Viktor had on his face made him swallow any other possible question.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you about it."

Blitzcrank turned the letter around, finding a medium-sized photograph stitched to the paper. There was his father, way younger. His chestnut hair didn't have the gray hairs he had today and was wearing a fancy white and golden suit, supporting himself on a cane while staring mesmerized at the beautiful woman who was right beside him, circling her waist with his other arm. She had her eyes closed and a joyful smile on her face while her arms were wrapped around Viktor's neck, a golden dress that matched the man's suit molded her silhouette to perfection. Viktor seemed happy, genuinely blissful, a soft and warm expression on his face Blitzcrank had never seen before.

The golem got excited, holding the picture in its big robotic hands as it jumped slightly due to the curiosity that blossomed within, running to the room where Viktor was as the loud thuds from its steps filled the house.

"Father! Look." Blitzcrank exclaimed as it entered the bedroom, handing Viktor the letter and photograph.

It took Viktor all his remaining will to make the effort of lifting his arm and grabbing the picture, but the spark that ignited inside his golden eyes as he saw what it was made it worth it. When his body still responded to his commands, he would sit in his studio and stare at that picture for hours, his mind lost in thoughts of what would you say if you were still there with him.

Although his whole body was replaced with steel, there was a part that he couldn't replace: his brain, whose thoughts echoed your name like a prayer every night, knowing the only way he could see you again was in his dreams or in the memories that struck him daily, where your glowing eyes would appear or your voice gifting him a gentle giggle before calling his name. He didn't have a heart, but a ghost pain hunted him down his chest whenever your image popped in his mind.

A quiet tear rolled down his face, getting lost on the pillow his head rested on.

"Father, who is she?" Blitzcrank asked, hands hidden behind its back as its robotic voice showed how interested it was to get an answer.

A deep chuckle left Viktor's mouth, who gave his creation a tender stare. He didn't have much time left, so Blitzcrank deserved to know. Tonight, the bedtime story would be narrated by him.

"Her name was Y/n, Blitz." He began, affection and fondness flowing through his words as soon as he said your name. "She was a Councilor in Piltover, well, when the Council still existed. She was my biggest support, and who I've always thought of as my soulmate..."

The first time he saw you in person was at a banquet that was held in the middle of his last year in The Academy, a year before becoming Heimerdinger's formal assistant and creating Hextech alongside Jayce. Even when the room was filled with people, loneliness was all Viktor could sense, besides the insincerity coming from his classmate's mouths when being praised him for his intellect; they despised him for being a Zaunite, they made it clear since the beginning. Viktor didn't care about what people could think or gossip about him, but he wasn't a big fan of hypocrites either; so there he was, forcing laughter, faking smiles as the evening continued.

But it all vanished when he saw your face as you entered the banquet, excusing yourself for the delay and sitting next to the members of the Council. Even though you were a Councilor, you were young, maybe a year older than him. After greeting everyone present, your eyes caught his for the first time of many. He looked away quickly, a bit embarrassed; but through the corner of his eye he noticed you were smiling sincerely with your gaze still focused on him. He returned the stare and smiled as he saw how you subtly waved your hand to him before a subtle giggle left your lips.

Even now, he still remembered how graceful your giggle was.

The second time you met was in The Academy's lab, while Viktor was polishing the last details of his graduation project. He didn't notice you came in the room until you spoke, saying his project seemed promising with your back resting on the doorframe. The spanner he was holding fell to the floor due to his surprised reaction, but you quickly picked it up as you got closer to him and began to ask what his work was about. Viktor spoke a little nervous but found your comments comforting.

"This is incredible, Viktor." You said, and he gave you a confused look.

Did you know what his name was?

"Have we met?" He asked back.

You were about to reply but Professor Heimerdinger entered the room, commenting on how fast you arrived in the lab and how glad he was Viktor and yourself finally had an opportunity to talk. He then began explaining to Viktor the reason you were there: you had been interested in his inventions and projects since the last semester, which were almost all built to guarantee better living conditions for both Piltover and The Undercity, focusing more on the last one. You saw the potential he had within his mind and were hoping to become his sponsor, his first ever sponsor. He replied almost instantly, thanking you for the trust you had in him and accepting the offer.

Heimerdinger left, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, leaving you two alone in the lab.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Councilor Y/n."

His hand reached for a handshake, which you corresponded softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

Time flew by and not only did you become his investor but his closest friend. You used to accompany him daily in the lab after finishing your duties in the Council, helping him from time to time to design and build his future inventions since you had an immense amount of knowledge in the field, which is why you were so interested in him to begin with. The days in the lab were followed by nights where you two shared your deepest thoughts and dreams, nights both you and Viktor began to treasure more than you should have, taking into consideration your current status: friends.

He remembers one of those conversations you had under de moonlight that peeked through the lab's window, where you asked him what his religious believes were.

"I don't believe in the idea of a god, to be honest." He replied honestly, staring at the scenery throughout the window. He felt your curious eyes looking at him, so he elaborated his answer. "If there was actually a god out there, I think he must hate me... so it's better to believe there's nothing out there."

He shuddered when he felt your head resting on his shoulder, admiring the scenery while sitting next to him. The corners of your mouth created a discreet smile when you noticed his heart beat seemed to accelerate due to your action.

"That's a valid view. I think I'm stuck in the in-between: I can't say I believe in something but I can't deny it either; I suppose I'm opened to all the possibilities..." You fidgeted with your fingers before continuing, a gesture Viktor spotted and found intriguing. "What I do believe in is the idea of living multiple lives, I'm not sure if the right term is 'reincarnation', but it's somehow similar."

Viktor looked at you curious, his eyes asking you to keep talking. You leaned a bit closer to him, and he decided to lay softly his head on top of yours.

It was warm, intimate in a tender way.

"I like to think that we have another chance to make things right if we failed to do them in this life, maybe with some complications of course, but I think it's worth the try. Perhaps we can collide again in one of those lives."

You thought you got too carried away while explaining your believe, maybe Viktor didn't like the theory or found it boring, but all those concerns vanished when you felt his fingers traveling to reach your hand, slowly interlocking with yours. A bit of courage gathered inside of him after you corresponded to the touch, so he softly cupped your cheek with his other hand, making you face him.

"I have no idea if we would see each other again in another life, but I'm more than fortunate by getting to meet you in this one."

Shinning tears crystalized your eyes before you stole Viktor's plan as you leaned closer to him, leaving a velvety kiss on his lips that he corresponded with pleasure while his thumb cleaned up a lonely tear that rolled down your cheek. He still remembered the feeling of your lips on his: tender, warm, like it was meant to be, just like any touch or embrace you two shared.

That sparkling night you began your relationship, and Viktor couldn't have been happier. He recalls walking wonderstruck through the empty halls of The Academy, blushing all the way home, the feeling of your lips still burning on his.

A week later Jayce's incident happened, and when you and Mel found your boyfriend and his new scientific partner trying to sneak inside Heimerdinger's office, you gave Viktor a playful smile before agreeing to covering up for them.

"Thank you, my love." Was his reply, leaving both Jayce and Mel shocked since they didn't know you guys were together.

After their success with Hextech, a party was held a day before Viktor's 25th birthday, where the picture you gifted him was taken. He still can't get out of his head how you two coincidentally matched outfits to the event, both adorned in golden pieces of fabric. When he read the letter you gave him, he pulled you into his bed and tickled you and covered your nose and cheeks with faint kisses, a sweet revenge for paraphrasing the sentence he told you when he confessed to you.

Your relationship blossomed wonderfully as years went by. Not only were you a couple, but were friends still, making your bond even stronger and minimizing any chance of fighting that may have crossed your way. You helped him and Jayce from time to time, specially when they decided to built the Hexclaw. It all seemed wonderful, perfect even, until the Hexstone was stolen and Viktor collapsed due to his illness for the first time.

He can still picture your swollen eyes from crying and the tears running down your face when he woke up in the hospital bed. Jayce decided to leave you two alone after telling Viktor the medical results. You held his hand tight as his face turned to look at you.

"Do you still feel comfortable in this relationship after knowing I'll die?" He asked.

Your grip on his hand tightened as you told him you didn't care, that you will find a way to cure him while you tried to control the sobs from leaving your lips since you couldn't do that to your tears. Viktor's chest felt heavy, he had never seen you cry so hard, but he brushed his thumb on the back of your hand as he gave you nostalgic tightlipped smile.

"You're gonna suffer more when I pass if we stay together."

A heavy chuckle left your lips before pressing a kiss on his hand. He remembers the stare and smile you gave him that night: broken like never before, but a spark of hoped remained intact. "I don't mind suffering if I get to stay with you. I love you, hear me? You idiot." You whipped your tears away quickly. "Besides, we still have more lives to meet again, right?"

Viktor smiled back softly at you and nodded. "I love you too, darling."

You didn't leave his side that night.

Sadly, no effort was enough to cure Viktor, and when he tried to use the Hexcore on himself, a life was lost in the act. He felt miserable and considered ending things once and for all, and he probably would have if Jayce didn't find him and repeated the words he told him 4 years before.

"Am I interrupting?"

They decided to make a huge change in Piltover now that Jayce negotiated peace with Silco and The Undercity, and that night The Council was going to decide if they agree to that negotiated peace.

Viktor sat next to Jayce, but his eyes never left yours. He remembers the warm smile you gave him before raising your hand, voting in favor of Jayce's proposal. Once all of the Councilors' hands were raised, he felt a weight leaving his shoulders. Maybe things were really starting to turn brighter.

But all hoped for a brighter future faded when Jinx's rocket crashed in the Council tower, leaving no survivor but him and Viktor. He still remembers how disorientated he felt as he tried to get up after the impact, and the panic burning inside his chest as he saw the destroyed room he was in, crumbling to pieces and burning in flames. All of the Councilors he spotted where death so his desperation to find you grew bigger by the second. He didn't care about not having his crutch or inhaling the smoke from the fire, his priority was finding you.

But his heart dropped to the floor when he did.

Enormous crumbles from the wall fell on your chest, breaking your ribs and crushing your insides, unable to move. Viktor dropped to his knees next to you and held your face with his hands, begging you to stay with him a little longer. You seemed like you wanted to speak but you were unable to get words out of your mouth, you didn't have the strength to. And so, while a single tear rolled down your face, your eyes closed for the last time and your last breath escaped your lips. Viktor, broken beyond repair by then, brushed that tear away from your cheek with his thumb, just like he did when he kissed you for the first time.

Uncontrollable sobs he let out as he cried like he never did before. He didn't believe in a god, but begged every single one he knew to do something, to bring you back, but none seemed to listen. Buried his face in his hands as he screamed in despair and sadness for what he thought were hours, but he didn't care. There were 'I love you's that he couldn't tell you anymore, dreams to be crated. He had so much planned to tell you and do, but it was all lost in the flames. When Jayce got up, he had to drag Viktor away from your body to leave the building before death caught him both as well, but the tears running down his face didn't seemed to stop, not even when his sobbing did. He wondered what could have been if you were still there, if faith wasn't so cruel, if the plans you had could be fulfilled. He wondered why he got to live and not you, but that's an answer that came to him not long after: the Hexcore.

Blitzcrank couldn't cry since it was not programmed or built to do so, but a sad expression could be seen in its mechanical eyes as it put its hand on top of Viktor's.

"Don't feel sad, Blitz. She was incredible after all. Bright and smart like no other. Oh, she actually was the one that came up with your name, did you know that? I had the idea of creating you back in Piltover, and she corrected your blueprints and came up with your name. Names for the projects were important to her." He said to the golem, trying to light up its mood a little.

Which worked, since Blitzcrank didn't knew it, somehow, was also connected to you.

"Mother seemed like a wonderful person. Father, do you think she would have liked me?" A spark of excitement was present in its gestures.

Viktor left out his last chuckle before answering. "She would have loved you, Blitz... But I think I'll spend forever wondering if she knew how enchanted I was to meet her."

Maybe in another life...

"I'm sure she knew, Father. You can tell her later if you want." Blitzcrank tucked him into bed properly before placing the picture Viktor had in his hands on the nightstand next to him. "Good night, father. Rest."

And so he did, closing his eyes with an undetectable smile due to his last thoughts as the power in his chest finally stopped functioning.

EXTRA STORY.

London, England. 2022.

You walked through the University's halls looking for lab #3. Professor Heimerdinger, a small man with ginger hair and a mustache was supposed to guide you there, but since he ran a bit late, you decided to search for it yourself.

Gladly it wasn't so far away as you initially thought, so you were able to find it easily after a couple of minutes. But you noticed a bit of noise coming from opened door the room had. You didn't want to intrude, since it could be considered rude, but curiosity filled your body since you probably already knew who was making so much noise in the lab. You decided to peek, the door was wide opened either way.

A tall man you already knew (kinda) had his back facing the door, working on a golden human sized golem like robot while trying to screw in some pieces that didn't seem to cooperate the way he wanted them to, making him curse from time to time in a language you were a little familiar with. You already knew about his project thanks to Heimerdinger... and about the inventions he made the past semester. He had an unique intellect that caught your attention when the candidates for your sponsorship were sent to you: a man that left his country to pursue his dream of becoming a well-known scientist and inventor, who you could tell was casted away by some of his classmates purely because of envy or xenophobia.

You rested your back on the door frame while watching him struggle with the spanner and screws, it was funny somehow, but perhaps he needed a little help.

"Seems promising."

The spanner he had in his hands fell to the floor with a loud clank as he turned around to find where the voice came from, feeling embarrassed when his eyes met yours. He knew who you were since he saw you in the party that was arranged in the middle of the year: you were an inventor yourself and your name was well-known in campus since you were pretty powerful as a sponsor for scientific and mechatronic investigations within the University, even though you were just a year older than him. He didn't expect to see you there, just as he didn't expect you to smile at him back at the party.

You chuckled softly and stepped into the lab to grab the fallen spanner, giving it to Viktor right after. You noticed his golden eyes sparkling at yours, and that familiar feeling you had back in the party appeared again.

"It does?" He asked you as a response to the compliment, to which you nodded.

"Nice accent, by the way." You complimented him. "It's Czech, isn't it?"

He nodded back in reply, expecting a mean comment about where he came from, just like his classmates used to do. However, you only gave him a subtle smile as you approach the robot's blueprints he had on the desk.

Your eyes analyzed them with care, finding a miscalculation in the equations meant for the power unit he was trying to gear inside the robot's chest. Grabbing a pencil and eraser from the desk, you quickly corrected it as his eyes stared at you in confusion.

"Come here." You asked him, and he stepped closer to you as you pointed out his mistake in the blueprint. "Look, I think you have to rebuilt some pieces of the power if you want to screw it properly so it doesn't fail or fall latter on. You made a mistake here."

Viktor inspected the blueprints and your correction with care, and found out you were right about his miscalculation. Why didn't he notice them before?

"Yeah, you're right. If I rebuilt it and place it correctly then all that's left it's to-"

"Crank it?"

His eyes left the blueprints and focused on you. The same warm smile you gave him at the party placed on your face, making his cheeks blush a bit. "Yes, crank it."

You smiled once again and began walking towards the robot, examining every detail Viktor had put carefully on his work. Even if it was steel, it was all painted gold; big hands and a fizzing arcs of lightning that danced around their frame even tho it wasn't powered on yet. This particular detail seemed interesting to you, so you turned back at Viktor, whose eyes where still focused on you.

"Does it have a name?" You questioned, pointing at the robot with one of your fingers.

"Uhm, not yet. I haven't really thought about it." He replied, a little ashamed for not giving you a useful answer.

Your gaze turned to the robot once again as you hand grabbed your chin in a thinking pose, eyes focused on the arcs of lightning still. "What about Blitzcrank?"

Viktor looked at you confused but when he noticed where your eyes where looking at, he understood where you were coming from with that name... well, besides the brief conversation you had seconds before.

"Seems like the name suits well here, so I'll take it into consideration." He said as he placed himself next to you, gaze focused on your face as you still contemplated his invention.

Something inside you knew he wasn't just taking your name into consideration but you didn't mention it, knowing he liked the name.

"This is incredible, Viktor."

Wait, you knew his name?

"Have we meet?" He questioned.

You were about to reply, but a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Y/n, dear! Sorry for the late timing." Professor Heimerdinger ran into the lab, adjusting his glassed properly over his nose and catching his breath. When he did, he noticed you both were holding a conversation before he arrived, which made him relieved since Viktor wasn't a really social person. "Oh! You got to know each other."

You both laughed softly to his comment since he was correct, but Viktor wasn't expecting the Professor to come by the lab either.

"Excuse me, Professor. May I ask why you both came here to visit me?" His tone was soft, but he couldn't hide the obvious interest that glistened in his words.

"Oh sure, Viktor!" Heimerdinger began. "You see, I've been talking to Miss Y/n for quite some time, and she seems really fascinated by the inventions you've developed during these semesters. So she came here to ask you if you were interested in receiving a sponsorship from her to help with your current project and the ones you create once you graduate."

"Well, I was supposed to be the one to ask," you giggled and shook your head at Heimerdinger, who let a 'ups!' slip his lips, "but I assume you get the idea. So, what do you think, Viktor?"

He stood there, completely speechless to the information he just received, but he knew it would be dumb to decline such rare proposal.

"It would be an honor to be sponsored by you, Miss Y/n. Thank you for putting your trust in me." Sincerity flowed through his every word as he discreetly bowed to you, something you found quite cute, making you blush.

Heimerdinger looked at you both, joyful your encounter turned out amazingly, and decided his job there was done, saying his goodbyes soon after. Now you were alone in the lab again while a comfortable silence filled the room.

You turned to face Viktor to talk to him, but you stopped the words from coming out of your mouth when you saw his hand held in the air, reaching for a handshake.

"I'm enchanted to meet you formally, Miss Y/n."

Your hand grabbed his, corresponding the handshake softly while staring directly into his eyes.

"The pleasure is mine, Viktor. And there is no need for formalities, call me Y/n."

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