"Please Stay" - Arcane Viktor x Reader

Chapter 42

A/N: ZAMN, this chapter was really difficult to write for some reason, I just kept getting dissatisfied with it the moment I was about to finish up.

I'm still not very happy with it and it's a bit on the filler side, but I hope you guys enjoy it nontheless ❤️

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You stared silently at the cup placed before you, it's golden brown contents reflecting your tense expression. Your mother sipped it quietly on the other side of the table, looking way to calm for your personal liking. She took her usual seat, left of where your father would be seated.

As tradition would say, your father's seat at the head of the table should now be considered yours, as it would get passed down onto the oldest child in the family. However you sincerely didn't want to sit there, the memories of your father's presence in it making you nauseous. So instead, you decided to rest right before your mother, the master seat looming in between you two like a curse.

She put down her teacup on the tiny plate, the sound pulling you out of your head and back into the dinning room.

,,So... How's school?"

,,I graduated."

You said sharply, not raising your head even in the slightest.

,,That's so great! Was it because of that invention of yours I've been hearing about? Little bird told me it had caught a lot of attention during last progress day!"

,,Why do you care so suddenly?"

Your voice cut through the air coldly, almost matching the chilly atmosphere outside. You looked up from your cup, curious of the woman's reaction to your words. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze focused on her knees.

,,You never cared enough to ask  how I'm doing before, why would care now..."

She took a deep breath, slowly raising her tee up to her lips again.

,,Your father was... A difficult to convince man..."

You snickered rudely making the woman stop for a second, giving you a chance to speak. But you didn't it, letting the cold silence fill the air between you two.

,,Until the very moment he had let out his very last breath in this world, he insisted on me not disturbing you from your work, firmly believing that us connecting would... Distract you. From more important matters."

,,Yeah... Having close relations with my birth mother could be really 'bad for business'..."

You sipped your tea angrily, trying to focus on things you wanted to say instead of the warm, soothing beverage, that melted you from the inside out.

,,Your father's methods might have been... Uncommon and sometimes questionable, but I assure you he had nothing but your best interest at heart."

,,Uncommon? Questionable??! He had beaten me on multiple occasions! If he had a heart, then it definitely wasn't MY best interest he stored in there. And I don't think it was yours either..."

You snapped, the cup you slammed against the tiny plate almost shattering the poor piece of tableware. The painful sound of it filled the room, making your mother flinch, almost spilling her own drink all over her gorgeous, black gown. You clenched your teeth at the realisation, your hands curling up into two tight fists.