Muj Milacek | Viktor Arcane x Reader | Revised

"These are the days that must happen to you." - Walt Whitman

Year One

The first time you met Councillor Medarda, or Mel, as Jayce affectionately called her, you were struck by her stunning beauty. Her dress, a shimmering combination of gold and white fabric, hugged her figure in all the right places. It seemed to be designed specifically for her, enhancing every curve and highlighting her flawless complexion. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, with loose tendrils framing her face. The perfect balance of poise and authority. When she greeted you for the first time, her voice held a hint of warmth and genuine interest, instantly putting you at ease despite feeling slightly intimidated in her presence. But to your relief, she was kind and gracious towards you. It wasn't until later that you discovered she had been present during your explosive arrival through the Gemstone portal - a fact conveniently left out by everyone else.

You kept your ability to do magic a closely guarded secret, only sharing it with Viktor and Heimerdinger. Everyone else remained blissfully unaware of your powers, including both Sky and Jayce - and Councilor Medarda, of course. Behind that smile, you knew she had her own agenda, as all politicians did - and you had no way of knowing if her intentions would ultimately be in your favour or not.

Even though you tried valiantly to suppress them, your feelings for Viktor had only intensified. His relentless determination and genuine kindness were magnetic, drawing you in and keeping you close. You couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach whenever he was around, or the way your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to confess your feelings, unsure of how he felt towards you. After all, you were just close friends, right? At least that's what you told yourself as you lay awake at night, replaying every interaction with him in your mind, searching for any sign of reciprocation.

Leaving behind the cramped confines of the dorm, you eagerly settled into your new staff accommodations. Though not quite as spacious as Viktor's, the bedroom and living room were cleverly merged into one open space. You enjoyed having a double bed and a cozy couch all to yourself. With your improved income, you began filling the room with treasures and trinkets, each one carefully chosen and placed to create a homey atmosphere. The small but charming space was yours, a place where you could truly unwind and call your own.

Heimerdinger's contacts turned out to be less than helpful, their advice falling flat and offering little insight. But they did confirm what Heimerdinger had warned you about - the dangers of absorbing too much magic. You may be stable now, but once you gained enough power, there'd be no stopping you from becoming a chaotic mess of emotions. It remained a mystery why your control over magic was so inconsistent. At times, you were certain that strong feelings of frustration or happiness would trigger your abilities, only to be met with nothing. Other times, a surge of emotion would catch you off guard and lead to accidental destruction of lab tools or even electrifying your own hair into a wild, static-filled halo. Viktor had found it amusing, teasing you for weeks afterwards. It had taken countless attempts to tame your hair back to its usual state, but the bright sound of Viktor's laughter echoing through the lab made it feel like less of a failure than it was.

You had reached an impasse, torn between the excitement of having magic and the fear of losing your mind. The thought of gaining even a small bit of control over your powers was tempting, but the consequences seemed too great. You couldn't risk spiralling into madness just to wield some magical abilities.

Reservations aside, you continued to practice your magic, hoping to gain some level of proficiency. But ever since that voice whispered in your ear, urging you to seek more power, your visions had stopped. A small part of you felt relieved that you no longer had to witness your friends' deaths, but deep down you knew that being able to see more could give you a better chance at saving them in the future.