#jaycebackground

Summary: He doesn’t speak much about what he thinks. But you’ve always seen through Viktor’s silence — the quiet effort, the unspoken exhaustion. As others drift, you remain. One night, he finally lets you in. Pairing: Viktor x Reader (with background Jayce friendship) Word Count: ~1,250 Warnings: emotional vulnerability, soft physical touch, slow-burn tension

You always knew Viktor spoke loudest in his silences.

He had his cane, his tools, his layered thoughts that rarely made it to words. And you? You had patience. The kind of patience most didn’t afford him. Jayce tried, yes, but Jayce burned bright — all ambition and fire, while Viktor was wind and coal, steady and quiet and harder to hold.

That was why, on late nights when the lab lights dimmed and the hextech core hummed soft in the dark, it was you Viktor lingered near.

Tonight was one of those nights. Rain scratched at the tall windows. Viktor hadn’t said much in the last hour. Just the occasional hum, the tightening of a bolt, the click of metal on glass.

You sat on the floor beside the prototype desk, arms loosely around your knees, watching him.

“Do you ever rest?” you asked softly.

Viktor glanced down, a wry smile tugging. “Resting is for those who can afford time. I cannot.”

“You’re allowed to slow down, you know.” You stood and moved to his side. “Jayce will keep the sky from falling for one night.”

He looked at you with tired eyes, something vulnerable behind them. “And you? Will you keep me from falling?”

You blinked. His tone wasn’t teasing.

You reached out slowly, giving him time to pull away. But he didn’t. Your fingers gently took his hand — cold, callused, always working.

“I already am,” you whispered.

He let out a quiet breath. Not quite a sigh, not quite relief. “You are… the only one who sees it. The loneliness of all this. The pressure. Everyone thinks I am driven, but I am only afraid of being left behind.”

You rested your forehead to his shoulder, and he leaned into it like it was a lifeline.

“You’re not alone,” you murmured. “I see you, Viktor. Even when you hide behind the science.”

Silence.

Then: “It terrifies me how much I want to believe that.”

He turned, slowly, and let his forehead rest against yours. It was barely a touch. Barely a breath. But it felt like everything.

“I’m not Jayce,” you said. “I won’t shout my love from rooftops or write speeches. But I will stay when things are quiet. When they’re hard. When they’re ugly. I will stay.”

His voice cracked when he said your name. Just your name.

Then, carefully, he cupped the back of your head and kissed your brow.

No hunger. No fire. Just a soft, aching pressure that said thank you and I’m afraid and don’t go all at once.

You let your arms circle his waist.

Neither of you needed more than that. Not yet.

Just two souls resting in the space between invention and exhaustion, between loneliness and the quiet hope of love.

Later, when Jayce returned, he found the lights still low.

He didn’t disturb you. Just smiled faintly from the doorway when he saw Viktor asleep for once, his hand still loosely wrapped in yours.

Somehow, Jayce always knew how to read a victory when he saw one.

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