Muj Milacek | Viktor Arcane x Reader

Chapter 8

The first time you met Councillor Medarda, or Mel, as Jayce called her, you were floored at how beautiful she was. The gold and white dress she wore compliments her complexion perfectly, her hair styled and poised, her general air commanding respect. She was intimidating, to say the least. However, much to your relief, she was kind to you. You were surprised when she knew how you arrived and asked if there were any updates on your 'condition'. It turned out that she had been present when you'd flown through the Gemstone and everyone had conveniently forgotten to tell you. Thanks, guys. As you were still keeping your ability to do magic a secret from everyone except for Viktor and Heimerdinger, you didn't tell her anything. She was nice to your face, but she was a political figure, and they always had agendas, you weren't sure if hers would be in your favour. She seemed pleased at the progress the boys were making on the Hexgates, and you left it at that.

Heimerdinger's contacts turned out to have very little insight, other than confirming what Heimerdinger had instructed you to do. Do not absorb any more magic, you may be stable now, but once you gained enough power, there'd be no stopping you and the mess of emotions you would become. You still had no idea why it was so inconsistent, sometimes you were sure you were frustrated or even happy enough to use magic, but still, nothing came. Other times you didn't even realize you had felt a strong emotion until you'd accidentally destroyed a beaker, or electrified your hair until it stood up like a terrible halo around your head. Viktor had laughed, you couldn't live that one down for weeks. It had taken forever to get your hair back to its static-less form. The only plus side had been the bright sound of Viktor's laughter as it rang through the lab.

You had come to an impasse. While the idea of having magic was exciting and you wished you were able to have some small modicum of control over it, you were very against the idea of losing your mind. You feared that should you try to absorb any more magic to try to gain a little bit of use of your powers that you would quickly spiral. You couldn't imagine ever wanting to hurt people, but that voice that had whispered in your ear had only been concerned about growing in power with very little care for what happened afterward.

You still practiced your magic or lack thereof, but your visions had stopped. You felt slightly relieved that you didn't have to go through the stress of watching your friends die, but if you were able to see more you knew you would stand a better chance at saving them when the time came. Maybe Viktor wouldn't die, nothing had been concrete in your visions of him, but there was nothing about Sky turning to dust that didn't end in her death. She was so innocent and kind, it would be such a horrible end. It made your stomach churn whenever you thought of it.

She had started inviting you to dinner with her sometimes, sitting with a group of girls around your age, introducing you as her friend. It was nice to be a part of a normal group of people on occasion. They had straightforward lives and goals, their memories intact. You mostly stayed quiet, just content to be around them, but occasionally they'd ask about you. You had to make a lot of things up, you said you were from the Undercity so they wouldn't ask about your family, you'd met Sky when working as an assistant in the lab, and you'd studied social sciences. It was close enough to the truth that they didn't see through it, it helped that Sky backed up your story too and then quickly steered the conversation away from more questions about your past. She had become a real friend to you, and all you could do was worry about when and how she was going to be killed.

Time seemed to race by you as the weeks turned into months and the months turned into years. Hextech had grown in popularity quickly, the introduction of the Hexgates turning Piltover into a booming hub of trade.

Your feelings for Viktor had only continued to grow, despite your best efforts to push them down. You couldn't help yourself, everything about him, his determination and kindness, drew you in and kept you close. You couldn't tell if he felt the same about you, you were pretty sure he didn't, you were just close friends, right? Otherwise, he probably would have said something. At least that's what you told yourself when it was keeping you awake late at night.