Dance

This is for the exchange through @therealtendercrisps for the lovely @capaldofilcumbergirl. I am so sorry about posting this so late, right near the deadline- I had some technical difficulties where it all got deleted and I had to re-write it for you. I really truly hope you enjoy this and have the absolute best new year <3

Word count: 2597

Silver crystals drip from the ceiling, glinting in the low, flickering light like new snow - as if it were melting from the deep cream walls, arching stories above the crowds. Low murmurs cascade like waves through the overly-decorated halls. Green garlands sweep from trellis to trellis, and brilliant cherry bows sway in the breeze of the twirling bodies below, where couples spin in candy cane-like swirls. Deep burgundy pairs with marbled creams, bright cherry reds seem to meld with crisp whites, with the odd, brilliant, emerald-green huddling close to cranberry-suited body somewhere in the corner. 

Smoothing out your own dress, you make your way to the edges of the crowds, looking for a breath away from the streamline of bodies, glinting with the purpose of showing off their wealth in ways they consider subtle- diamonds dangling from their ears and throats like icicles, golden trims flickering like firelight. 

And more

Prompt: Family

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Word count: 734

A/N: sometimes family are those you've roped into loving you, blood be damned. whoever family is to you, I pray they're good to you, and if they aren't... I will take their kneecaps. <3

Life continues as the seasons change- your once vibrant garden painted brilliant shades of orange, red and purple. Lifeless piles of leaves being swept into the twirl of the wind, dancing around passer-byers as they huddle on, laughing, shoulder to shoulder. Humming happily, you huddle closer to the building walls to avoid the harshest of the wind pressing through the halls, rubbing your hands together trying to create more warmth before shoving them back into your jacket pockets for the remainder of your journey. 

Eyes ticking pass the various doors, you count to yourself, feeling the nerves settle in your system like fire searing through your veins. Your fingers curl into fists in your pockets as you can't help the smile that crosses your face as you settle before the deep burgundy door. A carbon copy of every other door lining the halls, lined with ivory trimmings, golden embossed numbers glossing off of the darkened surface.

298.

Interesting

Prompt: Clouds

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Word count: 250

A/N: teaching Viktor some of Piltover's more benign, random pass times

“I do not understand the point in this, eh, exercise,” Viktor grumbles, eyeing the sky. Snorting in amusement, you look back at him, pressed up against your elbows, head flopping backwards in bliss as the wind picks at your hair. When you open your eyes, Viktor is staring at you, smiling softly, those brilliant molten eyes melting to a glittering gold in the late afternoon sun. 

“You’re supposed to try and find different shapes in the clouds,” you explain, falling back against the ground with a small grunt, eyes trained to the sky. “Like that one!” you point. His eyes follow curiously. 

“It looks like a… cloud.” giggling, you nod, shifting to gently tap your shoulder to his. 

“Yes, it does. Very fluffy,” you agree. “But me? I see a fish,” you state, pointing out each feature on it- the long body, open mouth and the two fins at the end. He stares for a long moment, and you're convinced that he is just going to mutter something about not seeing it, but he nods.

“I… I see it,” he mumbles curiously. “And that one?” he points to another on the other side of him. Shifting to prop yourself up onto your elbow, partially leaning over him to see where he is pointing. 

“A turtle,” you hum, nodding, unable to contain your excitement that he is at the very least humoring you. He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he seems to trace it out with his finger. 

“Interesting.” 

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Sanctuary Part 6

A/N: I am so sorry its been so long since the last update on this story. maybe that is why it is so long. I hope you enjoy it- Viktor gets to be a menace.

Word count: 4199

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Sighing softly, you try to ignore the chill that's begun settling over Piltover. For you, it is nothing. Your parents' furs are more than enough to keep you warm and cozy through the winter. But with the chill comes a certain level of pressure, to finish old projects and start new ones before the snow hits. For the last few months, you have been non-stop bustling around the garden and greenhouse, preparing for the chill- collecting the last of the year's harvests. 

Your once vibrant garden is painted brilliant shades of orange, red and purple. Lifeless piles of leaves being swept into the twirl of the wind, dancing around you as you continue digging in silence. Best to keep your hands busy to keep your thoughts at bay. 

Lullaby

Prompt: Lullaby

Pairing: Viktor x reader (Domestic!Viktor- does this have its own tag yet?? it should, its hot.)

Word count: 616

A/N: I am sorry that i have been so inconsistent on posting. I am trying '^^ mental stuff. Am getting better. i think. this is helping. If you have sent in a request, I am working on it. This is for my domestication of a feral scientist bit. it brings me much serotonin.

Humming to yourself, you fight to keep your eyes open, arms still automatically bouncing Aryn gently. Not even her shrill cries seem to be enough to keep you up much longer. Normally, Viktor would have long ago taken over, but Heigmerdinger claimed an emergency. He has been gone since the early hours of the morning.

Sighing, you glance out of the high windows, the only light shining through them is the yellowish radiance of the street lamps just outside. 

“Come on, sweet girl,” you whisper, voice thick with sleep, head lulling down to stare at her as you bounce her, her cries softening. “I know you need sleep- mama, too.” you must have been more tired than you realized because you didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing, nor the tell tell sound of Viktor’s cane. In fact, you didn't notice him at all until his arm slid around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. Yelping softly, your head whips to look at him, clutching Aryn to your chest, heaving a deep sigh.

“Oh, Viktor,” you hum, offering him the best smile you can manage. The bags under his eyes nearly match your own. He smiles softly back, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Welcome home.”

“Hand her over, Dove,” he hums, moving to shift in front of you, opening his arms to the bundle wrapped to your chest. You frown, shaking your head. 

“You must be exhausted,” you grouch, body already reaching to set her in his arms. He chuckles, pressing his lips to your forehead, cradling Aryn to him with one arm, the other holding you there for a moment, allowing him to breathe you in with a deep sigh.

“You more than myself, Dove. Please, you need rest. Go lie down,” he mumbles into your hair, rubbing his thumb behind your ear. “You deserve it.” sighing, you look down at her, her fussing lessening now that she is in his arms. 

“Daddy’s girl,” you gripe playfully, grinning when his shoulders start to shake in laughter, knocking into your own. 

“I will be with you as soon as she is asleep,” he promises, lips brushing just above your eye. Nuzzling into your temple, he lets go of you in favor of taking hold of his cane once more. “I crave nothing more than sleep, as well.” sighing, you nod, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before heading towards the bedroom. Before you're even able to flop onto its surface, you hear the soft groveling sound of your parents’ record player clicking in the background before a familiar tune starts. Smiling to yourself, you cuddle under the blankets, dozing off listening to Viktor sing to Aryn gently, her cries dying down quickly. 

You wake a few hours later to the soft patter of rain, and the gentle cooing of Aryn in the next room. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you push yourself up, looking to your side. Viktor didn't make it to the bed. Sighing softly, you shake your head with a smile as you stand to make your way to the living room. Once there, you have to stifle your laughter, seeing Aryn swaddled and placed gently in the portable bassinet Viktor and Jayce had designed for her, eyes open wide, chattering away to her father who is lying half on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes, mouth ajar, a soft snore acting as ambient noise for the now bustling baby girl who has locked eyes with you. 

Allowing yourself a soft laugh, you sneak over to her, tugging her to you.

“Shh, let’s let papa rest, little one. He needs it.” 

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Illumination

Prompt: Stained Glass

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word count: 559

Tw: none. tis fluff.

A/N: This is going towards my domestication of a feral scientist random blurb list. Reader is preggo with baby Aryn. this is sort of a tentative part two to HOME. Whoop, also, hello all. I am really sorry about the random time lapse. Life has been hectic. But I am back now to write up a storm.

The weeks following the move into the new house were busy- mainly for Jayce and VIktor. They both refused to allow you to help with anything of consequence due to the pregnancy, despite your doctor stating that you were more than capable of helping, as long as it is something you would have normally done prior- nothing too strenuous but your job description rarely relied on strenuous tasks. There is little heavy lifting in being Mel’s aid. 

While Viktor works on your shared room– doing what, you are unsure seeing as he, too, can not lift much– you work on the living room. There is little to lift, but plenty to clean. Jayce has cleared out the middle wall, separating the kitchen from the living area, opening the space dramatically. 

Favor Chapter 2

A/N: @spiderholland101 Hi sweetheart, I hope you are doing better. I am so sorry that it's taken so long to get this next chapter out- I promise it will be quicker after this. Life got hectic for a bit. I hope you enjoy this <3

Word count: 2472

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The soft scratching wakes you, the room mainly still cast in darkness save the pair of candles flickering on the desk settled between the bed and the wall, conveniently on the other side of the bed from you. Viktor is there, his lean figure hunched over the desk, working. You watch him in silence for a while, wondering what he could possibly be working on at this time of night- the sky is still black.