Viktor x Reader

Forty-Seven

"This is a small creation, an idea that came to me because of a person I hold most dear.", Viktor started to explain, so excited that he almost didn't stutter. "It is very mousy from the outside."

He placed it on the floor, right in front of Heimerdinger's feet and let go.

The sides opened, as if not screwed together with enough pressure.

A layer of red was revealed.

Copper details shimmered along it.

With one eyebrow raised, Heimerdinger stroked the long fur on his chin while walking around it.

"This is...", he stopped on the other side. "I don't know what this is. Enlighten me."

Viktor chuckled.

It was a heartwarming sound, enough to make the audience fall silent.

Low mumbling reached your ears.

They whispered about the stranger, confused about how he could chuckle at the great founding member Heimerdinger as someone as unimportant as himself.

Some whispered he was foolish.

Others called him scum from the Undercity.

No matter what, you hated to hear them talk about him. He was yours and only yours.

Who were they to judge him for the circumstances he had no power over?

As the thoughts crossed your mind, you couldn't help but be surprised and frightened about the way you reacted to strangers.

Usually, you had not been this way.

So what were you angry?

Why were you mad?

There was this deep rooted hate that clawed its way through your guts and up your throat to choke you.

Surprisingly, Viktor wasn't shaken by the newly found attention of others.

No, he seemed confident in himself. And especially in his work.

With a shimmer that you had never seen before in his eyes, he leaned down to Heimerdinger and pressed a small button.

"This is a little lover.", Viktor said, the voice of a teacher accompanying his every word as the metal started to bend and form a small puppet, barely bigger than the palm of his hand.

It was an exact copy of yourself, down to the smallest detail. The face, the proportions, the clothing.

You even recognised a small scar that you had ever since another kid had sliced you with a knife for being friends with a cripple.

Struck by surprise yet still unsure what to do with it, Heimerdinger's eyebrows rose.

Interested, he tilted his head and watched as Viktor lowered his hand to let the small copy of you jump into his palm.

A soft breath escaped you as it spun around and started to dance over his arm to sit down on his narrow shoulder.

Viktor chuckled.

"It's not just a cute little object.", he explained further and pet the machines cheek to make it giggle. "It's a friend. A helper, to be exact. Nothing is easy in life, so sometimes, people need a (Y/N). To make it easier."

The little creature nodded, jumped up and off his shoulder.

A shocked murmur wandered through the crowd.

People slid to the edge of their seats.

Irritated that the small thing was about to crash to the ground and shatter into a thousand pieces, their eyes widened and the beating of their hearts fastened.

Your ears started to tingle with the sensation.

It started to hurt even worse.

But you couldn't turn your eyes away.

You needed to see this.

It felt like time stopped.

Everything moved so slowly.

The creatures feet were about to touch the ground.

The impact would shatter its fragile structure. It would break and nothing would be able to put the pieces together again.

Not even Viktor, with his loving and caring passion for your existence and anything that resembled you.

All at once the sound of electricity chased shivers through your bones.

Little hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight.

You blinked.

And not a breath later the small machine was gone.

Gasps filled the silence.

People looked left and right.

Baffled, you stared at the life sized copy of yourself, standing next to Viktor, made of brass and blue.

Metallic eyes moved.

A head tilted to the side.

With a proud expression on his face, Viktor did a gesture to present the true form of his creation.

"This is my (Y/N).", he said and his voice was so full of excitement that his words even trembled a little. "Whether you need a big helper or a small one, (Y/N) will save the day. There is nothing that isn't in its ability. It can fix a roof, play with the kids, protect you. It will help you out of anything."

His eyes wandered away from the thing, all the rows of seats and strangers up, to meet your gaze with a hint of shiny tears in those amber eyes of his.

He smiled, not sad nor disappointed. He just smiled at his lover.

"Perfection.", you whispered, feeling how the sight of his face touched your heart and made it beat like it used to before the Undercity had taken possession of it. "Why would you flaw yourself with something like me?"

You had always been the one to make decisions. Not always had they been good, neither right nor wrong.

But now it was him who had made one.

He had decided that you were good enough to get him up to the shiny roofs of Piltover.

Heimerdinger eyed the creation.

"Is it... I can feel the Arcane.", he noted, visibly confused.

Viktor's expression shifted.

"It's purely machine and science.", he insisted.

The small creature tilted its head to eye the shiny face that looked down on him.

He seemed unsettled about something. Maybe even concerned.

A shaky breath escaped you, out of fear that he would turn this masterpiece down in an instant.

But he didn't.

The poro wiggled its small body. Sounds escaped the furry mouth.

All of a sudden, it stopped being the giddy pet it was and froze to look up to you.

Your heart almost dropped as Heimerdinger turned to meet your gaze as well.

"Ah.", it crossed his lips softly. "So this is it."

He knew you could hear him.

And he knew about the sin you had committed.