Strong bond

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im actually gonna start bawling my eyes out

Some soft morning glow Viktor for your feed, besties. 🌸✨

If you knew what the bluebirds sing (pt. 11)

Royal!Viktor x gender neutral reader, 3.1k words, no warnings

Closing the door behind yourself quietly, you lean on it slightly, keeping your hand on the handle, just to have something to hold onto.

He is sitting at the desk, hunched over some book or another.

“Was the library closed?” He jokes, turning to look at you.

And then he seems to register the way you look, and the relaxed look on his face melts away, replaced by worry.

The moment feels standstill.

You just stand at the door of his room, looking at him, feeling lost and questioning all of your life choices up to that point. You had no real explanation for what you were doing there, other than I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t know where else to go and this seemed like the only safe place to be, and none of those is really an explanation, either.

You really hadn’t thought this through.

He meets your eyes, and you feel like you’re trying to cling onto a lifeboat in a storm at sea.

If you knew what the bluebirds sing (pt. 10)

Royal!Viktor x gender neutral reader, 2.3k words, warnings: mild violence, mentions of drugs

So you look into it, like he’d asked.

You keep your eyes open. Ask around, when you can.

It’s not that different from what you were doing before, to be honest, except that now you have a reason. It’s not just curiosity anymore; there was an end goal, an objective.

And even if you weren’t doing much, it was the first thing that had ever made you feel like you had a bit of power over how things were. Even if the odds of anything changing felt infinitesimal, he had said he would try his best to make things better. For everybody.

You wanted to believe him.

So you do your best to help.

You don’t see him for a few days after that night in the kitchen, but you keep a running list in your head of all the things to tell him when you do. Of all the things you hear. It isn’t much, really – mostly, you just pick up gossip – but there’s always something. Someone who seems like they’re hiding something. One of the older servants remembering things you had never even heard of. Stories from a time when things weren’t like this. A name that pops up a little bit too often to be a coincidence. A guard that is always a bit more strict about the orders than the others.

Send Nudes 💌

Viktor x f!Reader || 2.2k || NSFW

Viktor expects a morning much like every other in the lab, and in many ways, it is.

He arrives just before Jayce, with enough time to get the heat running, make coffee and peck at a muffin you’ve sent with him, settling nicely into the day. His partner enters with the usual ‘good morning,’ and today it’s a spirited greeting accented with an eager smile. Jayce immediately jumps into routine, gathering what he needs to set himself up for another day of progress.

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Distractions

It's not exactly hard to guess where Viktor is.

Despite being a certified genius, he is not a very complicated man.

You find him in the lab, exactly like you thought you would; hunched over the table, jacket tossed and sleeves rolled up, working on something.

But he is wearing a suit, or at least parts of one, and that meant that he had at some point at least considered joining the party.

He doesn’t react in any visible way as you open the door and walk in, but you're pretty sure that the sound of your heels alerts him of your presence.

"Are you planning on hiding out here for the whole night again?" You ask, walking to his desk and leaning your hip on the side of it, looking over his latest project.

You made sure you lock the door behind you, not even bothering to strip down before you snaked your hand into your pants. Viktor'd been standing behind you, no more than an inch of space between you, mouth beside your ear, whispering the directions as he led you through the process of disarming the prototype. It was for a type of gauntlet, massive in size, and if you were going to help create them, you needed to know how the intricacies of the interior design.

His hands rested over yours, guiding you through the process. Over and over. Yes, like there. He patted your shoulder. No, no, try like this. He'd repeat the set-up. That's it, good. Just like that.

It was impossible for you to not dismiss yourself for a short break--what should've been ten minutes stretching into thirty--because Viktor had you wound up tighter than a spring. I forgot I have to do something right quick. I'll be right back. Not your best off the cuff response, but Viktor nodded and rolled with it.

Rushed and desperate, you propped yourself up against your bedroom door, hand finding just the right spot, fucking yourself as you didn't even both to muffle your cries. Viktor left your mouth one too many times, and you hoped to everything that the walls were thick because you were not quiet. You were sure someone could've set fireworks off right outside your window and you wouldn't have noticed. You were so enthralled in the image of Viktor being in the room with you, that was all the occupied your focus.

You came hard, forcing the thirty seconds that you were going to give yourself to recover into five minutes. Then another five when you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. Another wish to the unknown as you entered the lab, you hoped you looked presentable to Viktor. That he couldn't immediately tell that you'd rushed off to get off because he'd wound you up so much. That he hadn't even purposefully done anything and he had you wrapped around his finger. Or, technically, yours. But considering what you were envisioning, they were practically his.

The Universe was on your side when you came back. Viktor muttered a hello as you took your spot beside him, and he dove right back into teaching. Pointing, explaining, muttering, motioning. His hand slide down your back, down to the gentle curve above your ass, as he guided you forward. No more than a few minutes passed, when he was behind you in the same position that had made you run to your room in the first place, when he spoke so matter-of-factly that it nearly made your brain stall.

No, it had.

"I stopped by your room earlier, wanting to make sure everything was alright." His breath was warm against your ear and you felt your face burn so hot, Viktor could've held a match up to it and it would've lit. "I hadn't known there was another Viktor on campus. I'd love to meet them."

IM REBLOGGING THIS SO I NEVER EVER LOSE THIS SPICY PIECE AGAIN 😭😭

Viktor being distracted before an event but for once it’s not because of science

Haze

Viktor/Fem!Reader

| Word Count - 1.7k | Smut (18+) | Oral (m receiving), slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight overstim, choking |

(SMUT.)

If you knew what the bluebirds sing (part 9)

Royal!Viktor x gender neutral reader, 1.7k words, no warnings

The next time you have a kitchen shift, you conveniently drag it out so that you’re left alone again as everyone else goes to sleep. Prepping the bread dough is a good excuse, and it gives you something to do as you wait.

At this point, you’re not even trying to pretend that it’s not because of him.

There would be no point in lying to yourself like that.

You had no idea how often he truly visited the kitchen at night, but you were still hoping to run into him. After sneaking out of his room that night, you had – on several different occasions – considered sneaking back in. He had basically given you an invitation, right? And it didn’t seem that difficult, after you’d started paying extra attention to the habits of the guards and the movements of the other people living in the castle.

After all, you always had the invisible disguise of a servant to wear. No-one really paid that much attention to what you did – it would be easy to slip into the north corridors on your usual laundry run, or on your way to the kitchen. You could just slip into the shadows if you wanted to. Maybe bring him a pastry or two.

But even after juggling the idea in your head for a few days, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. It seemed like crossing a line of some sort, one you weren’t sure you were bold enough to overstep yet.

But you could stay up late in the kitchen. Just in case he showed up. You didn’t really want to get your hopes up, but you thought the chances were pretty good; there had been those little pastries that he liked leftover from their afternoon tea.

You smile a little to yourself when you hear his footsteps.

Valentine’s Series: Viktor x Reader

Smol headcanon of Viktor x GN!Reader (Established relationship) for Valentine’s Day ♥

Author’s note: This is the final of 8 posts for my mini-series - concluded by my favorite Arcane character. Valentine Cards made by me! 

Warnings: Fluff, kissing.

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Human Testing: Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader SMUT

Three words: Viktor, my love.

Note: I’m not a chemist. Please don’t fact check this, it’s all an excuse for the reader to get railed. Also, this was not proofread, but I may come back to it some other time that isn’t 1:30am.

Synopsis: An unfortunate lab incident results in a more than pleasant night.

Warnings: NSFW. Aphrodisiac. Smut with Feelings. Dirty Talk. Friends-to-Lovers. Lab Sex. Slight Public Sex. Brief Oral. Riding. Unprotected Sex.

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