Viktor · Y/n story by @Red

The fountain groaned under your weight, its cracked basin still holding murky water that hadn’t seen a cleaning in years. The smell of rust and damp stone clung to the air.

Viktor

his voice low, measured, the hum of his hextech staff filling the silence between words …His dream of your family… beautiful.

Vi

arms crossed, jaw tight Yeah, well. Beautiful don’t fix broken bones. You gonna help him or not?

The wheel in your fingers was loose, grinding against its socket. You twisted it absently, watching the water ripple with each tug.

Vi

glancing at you, unimpressed You gonna stand there breakin’ shit or actually listen?

You didn’t answer. Just turned the wheel again—harder this time.

Viktor

without turning, eyes fixed on the dark water You have much to offer for this commune, Y/n. Your talent can be used to build the undercity.

Your breath hitched. The wheel slipped.

Viktor

finally turning his head, gaze slow and deliberate, following the sinking metal Hm.

The water settled. The cog was gone.

Viktor

quietly That was part of the pump assembly.