Psithurism ||Viktor Oneshots||

sleep-🍂🐑

Heyyyy guyyyyyssssss guess who's allergies are trying to personally take them out. 🫦
n e ways I've made this bc a. I need sleep and b. I deserve to write the cliché stories dammit.

You and Viktor sat hand in hand at your ledge, your head rested peacefully on his shoulder with his on top of yours. It was a warm day, a nice breeze shook the few plants below. The world was peaceful. A bit too peaceful, a bit too perfect, annoyingly perfect really.

You looked to your side looking for Viktor, just to see him there. But it wasn't him. It still looked like him.

But this wasn't your Viktor.

Your Viktor had golden-honey eyes that sparkled and had all of his thoughts behind a small door. These eyes were dull and emotionless.

Your Viktor had a permanent crease from a furrowed brow whenever he thought deeply about all the secrets of the universe. This Viktor's brow suggested anger, and hatred seethed from it.

Your Viktor had a nose that brought you so much joy from kissing it and always left Viktor with a blush on his face. This Viktor's nose was scrunched in disgust.

You tried to speak but it felt like you didn't have enough oxygen.

"I don't love you y/n. I never did."

You wanted to scream, tears began streaming down your face.

"It's pathetic really, the fact that I thought you were worthy of any of my time."

The tears kept coming. What was this? This couldn't be real. No, this had to NOT be real.

"Goodbye y/n, it's really a pity that this is how things have to go; but then again, what good are you to me."

That's when you felt yourself flying, no, not flying, falling. You were falling.

You turned to look back at Viktor, a smile too wide for his mouth stretched across his face. You were

going down,
down
dow
do
d

Just as you should've made contact with the water- you woke up in bed in a cold sweat.

It was late. Really late.

You were in your apartment, alone, cold, tired. You figured that Viktor would come home soon, but it was already 1:15 and he was nowhere to be seen.

You stared at your ceiling. The deep blue of it began to make you feel dizzy in contrast to the specks of gold that looked like they had been haphazardly thrown up before the paint completely dried.

You sat up, trying to shake yourself out of it, but failing greatly. The world felt heavy under your feet as you lazily stumbled to the kitchen, feeling that a hot drink may help you right now.

As you finished your mind wondered more back to your dream, no, your nightmare, and you started to become more worried.

What if Viktor got hurt and there wasn't anyone in the lab to help

Your breathing got heavier

What if he was attacked on his way home

You stumbled back against the counter

What if he left me

You began speaking out loud to yourself, "but he'd never do that"

But what if he did. What if he left just like EVERYONE ELSE.

Your vision became glassy. These thoughts kept plaguing your mind, multiplying to be worse and worse until you were on the floor in a ball. Quiet heaves leaving your mouth as you slowly lost consciousness.

It was 2:20 am when Viktor inserted the keys into the door. He was exhausted but he saw it as worth it as the breakthroughs he made in hextech were absolutely astronomical. Now, he just wanted to change and sleep with his beloved y/n.

When he walked through the threshold of the door, there was immediately something wrong with the scene.

There was a light on in the kitchen even though he knew you aggressively checked and rechecked to make sure every switch to make sure there was not a single bit of luminance before you slept.

The door to your shared bedroom was wide out even though he knew you hated sleeping with it open.

You weren't in the bed.

Just as Viktor began walking forward, he heard small sounds coming from the kitchen.

As soon as he saw your form huddled on the ground, shaking slightly, he ran over as quickly as his leg could take him and kneeled next to you.

He tried to reach out for you but you flinched away. Your head stayed tucked in your arms and you scooted as closely into the corner as you could. He retreated his arms.

"Y/n? Y/n it's me. Please? I-it's Viktor," his voice was wavering, he sounded scared. "Y/n please talk to me, I just wanna help."

Slowly, you uncovered yourself, your eyes were still pink from crying and your face burned.

"V-viktor? You didn't leave?"

Those words broke the man's heart, he knew you had been in a bad relationship before but he didn't realize it was to this extent.

"Y/n I'd NEVER leave you. You are my entire world and more, my stars, my motivation, don't you EVER say anything like that." His tone was commanding but comforting. A soft facial expression was shown.

"Y-you wouldn't?"

"Never. You are my beloved"

"O-ok"

You slowly got closer to Viktor before diving into his arms. A comforting embrace was all he returned, and it was really all you needed.

"Can we please just got to bed," you said, a long sigh leaving your lips.

"Yes my love, let's"

He helped you up onto your feet, leading you to the bedroom, both of you changing out of your clothes and getting into comfortable pajamas. Viktor helped you change the sheets to dry soft ones, him climbing under and pulling you close, the comforter had never felt so warm to you before.

He hummed to you and rubbed your back as you drifted off into sleep, feeling nothing but safety and love in that moment.

a/n: I write this like a month ago pls be nice to it, I've skimmed over but proofreading is so-so, I'm just trying to get out of writers block and sometimes you just need to get the bad stuff out of your system.

a/n 2: wait did I accidentally post this unfinished that's so embarrassing 😭😭.

I think I did but I'm not sure can y'all pls tell me here if I did-