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I swear I’m not obsessed.
Alright, question.
So, imagine dragons don't technically exist in arcane, but there's a scene in zaun with a band playing that sounds like imagine dragons, obvi.
So here's my question: What about other artists? Specifically, I'm wondering about hozier🥰😍. Personally, I feel like he would've been a part of zaun and then made it big and was able to move to, and have shows in piltover. But maybe this all sounds stupid 😅. What do yall think?
Full Master List
Please read the rules before requesting (Requests are open!!!)
(At the moment I don't have all the master lists made for every fandom below. However I will still do requests for them)
Video games:
Assassin's Creed Franchise
Brawl Stars
Far Cry 5
Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Identity V
No Straight Roads
Punch-Out Wii!!
TF2
That's Not My Neighbour
We Happy Few
Animated Shows:
Arcane: League Of Legends
Carmen Sandiego (2019)
Inside Job
Mystery Skulls Animated
Animated Movies:
Despicable Me Franchise
Hotel Transylvania Franchise
Robots (2005)
Klaus (2019)
Anime
Lupin The III
I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I’m different… but you changed too…
So, here’s to the new us!
i got a taste for women who are older ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
take another drag turn me to ashes ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
darkskin goddesses in shows.. oh how i love you
ik mel is not canonically a goddess.. but look at her. she is as beautiful as one
you dont allow black characters to be morally gray or a little bit condescending because usually that equals their character being important to the story so you cant push them to the side and not acknowledge them as much as you wish to and do to other black characters.
. mel is basically set UP for hate, degradation and misogynoir from the jump because she was put with a white man who is regularly and commonly shipped with another white man who alot of yall would rather see him with then her. we already know how women who "get in the way" of mlm ships are treated by SOME queers from other fandoms (uraraka, sakura, hinata, amy etc) that unnecessary hate for being with jayce when hes "supposed" to be with viktor, mixed with the distain SOME of yall have for her morally gray, complex character with multiple levels to it PLUS her being a black woman, a feminine one at that is huge reasons on why she isnt nearly as acknowledged and talked about in the fandom as i think she should be because THIS IS MY OPINION!!!
vi is morally gray, caitlyn is morally gray, VIKTOR IS MORALLY GRAY (even though you guys try to pretend like he isnt and coddle him) EVERYONE IN THE DAMN SHOW IS MORALLY GRAY AND HAS DONE SOMETHING BAD yet i see mel get the most shit and slander for manipulating jayce..
as a feminine black women i see alot of similarities on the way yall treat black woman irl and fictional ones and i just wanted to spill my thoughts <3 thank you to anyone who read this and understood
i lied put your clothes back on let me explain to you why ambessa is heavily praised and thirsted over but mel isnt and degraded cause white people esp white queers view black women in a lens of masculinity esp in "queer media" and hate when they are shown to be anything other than masculine and mean because that contradicts the mindset and stereotypical way they view actual black women in real life we cannot be classy and smart or anything that contradicts the stereotype to white people and that shows in fictions and fandoms how you people can deep dive and "understand" how characters like vi and cait are morally gray and love them anyway and shield them critiques but tear characters like mel to spreads.
Heimerdinger : Did you just blow up something in my lab..?
Viktor with literal smoke coming off him: Nah I think it was Jayce
cait/vi
For the love of everything good please give me Claggor x reader content PLEASE
When he's got dark hair, a sense of humor and hyperfixates on science
The Start of something Dangerous Pt1
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
No under 18's
@anoncat-007 thank you for the interesting fic idea ;)
Just a little PSA. This will take place a few years after the events of the end of Arcane Season 1. Whatever happens in this fic is my own musings and not canon. No warnings yet, this is more of a prologue ;) Also, this is my first fic, so I hope you all enjoy.
Part 2 ; Part 3
You slowly sit down at your desk; it’s been a long day and it seems the paperwork just won’t end. You sigh as you take a sip of your fresh coffee, just the thing you need to keep going. The subtle taste of the sweetmilk you use to flavour your coffee brings back both fond and sorrowful memories. You remember the man who you gave your heart to so many years ago, his golden eyes forever embedded into your memories. You see them now almost as if the man himself were standing before you, giving you that same look he did the day you left him and you have to blink back tears at the recollection…
“Viktor, I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit by and watch you kill yourself!”
“Do you have a better solution, my dove? Because it doesn’t seem like anyone else does. Doctors, Jayce, no one has any answers for me. So please, do enlighten me.”
“You know I don’t. I’m not a doctor or a scientist. But I do love you and I wish instead of killing yourself you’d spend what time you have left with those you love. Please Viktor, for me.”
“Can’t you see that’s exactly why I’m doing this. So that I’ll have more time to spend with you. So that I’ll have time to leave behind a legacy, my own legacy. If you love me as you say you do, you would understand this. You would want this for me.”
“I do love you. I will always love you. But I can’t continue to stand by and watch you kill yourself in your pursuit of a Hextech cure for yourself. Goodbye Viktor, I really do hope you find what you’re looking for.”
You remember gently touching his cheek before walking away; that was the last time you saw him, your last memory of him looking at you with something akin to despair in his beautiful golden eyes. Not long after that there was an attack on the council, some kind of bomb launched at the council chambers. Everyone would have died had it not been for councillor Medarda, she somehow felt the incoming bomb and managed to warn everyone to evacuate. Much of the building was destroyed, but buildings can be repaired; the important thing is that no one died that day. That’s the day the war between Piltover and Zaun started, that was also the day Viktor disappeared along with his Hex-claw and some of the Hex Crystals he and Jayce had created.
It had taken years, but things were finally better. A kind of unspoken truce had settled between Piltover and Zaun, even though no one dares cross the bridge unless completely necessary. Jayce has tried many times to get in contact with whomever now rules Zaun, but every time he’s met with hostility and sidestepping; but he swears he won’t stop, he wants a working relationship between Zaun and Piltover.
“Mama! Mama!”
You’re pulled from your reverie by an adorable ten-year-old boy who comes running in, brandishing some sort of contraption in his hands. His chestnut hair is wild and curling in every direction, his golden eyes shining with delight and you can’t help but feel a gentle smile tug at the corners of your lips.
“What is it my little monkey?”
“Mama, look what I made?!”
He hands you the object he was holding and you start to carefully examine it as he watches you intently. You slowly turn it over in your hands, looking at it from every possible angle. It looks like a three-dimensional star, but you can’t really see what it’s for. You smile as you hold it back out to your son.
“It’s very beautiful, does it do anything?”
He grins happily as he takes it, twisting it so that one of the stars points pop open to reveal the empty space inside.
“It’s a jewellery box! I made it for you mama!”
You pull him into a tight hug as you place kisses all over his face and he squeals with joy as he pretends to try and push your face away.
“Moooooom!”
You hear laughter coming from the doorway and you see your best friend standing there, shaking his head at you and your son.
“The poor kid never had a chance.”
Your son turns to look at him and then runs over to hug one of his legs.
“Uncle Jayce! Mom liked her jewellery box!”
“I’m glad. Did you tell her how hard you worked on it?”
Your son nods vigorously before running out of the room and not long after you hear him busy in his room, possibly building something else. You stand up and walk over to Jayce, giving him a welcoming hug. He returns the hug and you feel him let out a sigh, making you smile.
“Long day, Counsellor?”
He slowly releases you, smiling as he nods.
“Too long. But nothing I’m not used to. How about you?”
You lead him to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil once more as you and Jayce talk. You both became a lot closer since Viktor left, relying on each other. Your friendship with him became even more important to you once you found out you were pregnant with Viktor’s child. Jayce and Mel both helped through all of it; pregnancy, birth and everything that’s followed since. You even made Jayce your sons godfather and he’s been diligently living up to that role. Jayce has even been teaching him about science and helping him build whatever he can imagine, the little jewellery box his latest invention of sorts. He’s so much like Viktor it makes your heart hurt. He’s smart and brave and if one of his ideas doesn’t work, he keeps at it until it does. And as intelligent as he is he has an even bigger heart; if he isn’t bringing home something he made he brings home some kind of stray animal, staring at you with big doe eyes as he begs you to let him keep it. You love your son more than you ever thought it possible to love another human being.
…
A few weeks pass in relative peace, work consuming most of your time. Today you decide to stop working early and go by the lab to pick up Ambrose, saving Jayce the effort of dropping him off. He’s been spending more and more time with Jayce, becoming kind of his unofficial lab assistant. You three have an understanding; Ambrose goes to school and then he may go to the lab once school is out, but he may only start helping Jayce with his work once his homework is finished. Jayce often tells you of little Ambrose sighing in annoyance at his school work as he rushes to finish it, science far more interesting to him than learning proper grammar or history. You smile now, remembering this as you push open the lab door, knocking on the door frame as you walk in. You notice Jayce sitting at his table, deeply engrossed in his notes as he scribbles furiously and you clear your throat to try and get his attention. His head bobs up and he looks at you, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.
“Y/N, what brings you here today? Miss me that much?”
You feel your brows furrow in confusion as you look at him.
“Where’s Ambrose?”
“What do you mean? He told me yesterday he wasn’t coming. He said you’d asked him to go home after school, that you needed him for something today.”
You feel ice form in your veins as dread seizes your heart. Your face must have told him everything because Jayce suddenly jumps up, looking almost as worried as you feel.
“Fuck. Now it makes sense. He’s been asking about Viktor more and more.”
You narrow your eyes at him.
“And what exactly did you tell him?”
“Only the basics. He was a genius scientist and my best friend and that you both truly loved each other. I also told him Vik came from Zaun but that he did all of his studies here and this is where all of us met.”
Something seems to fall into place in your mind and you turn quickly, rushing out and going home as fast as your feet can carry you. You burst into Ambrose’s room, walking straight to his desk and going through all the papers strewn about, absentmindedly thinking how he’s just as messy as his father. Your fears are confirmed when you find notes on Zaun, maps of some of the areas with notes written in a messy scrawl all of them pointing to one place. An abandoned factory in the dark depths of Zaun with two words written next to it:
“Machine Herald”
The Start of something Dangerous Pt2
Here is a link to Part 1, if you haven't read it yet ;) And here is Part 3
No under 18's
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore. Alludes to possible SA/mugging. Some possible angst? And stressful situations.
Note: I wrote this while listening to the Arcane Score soundtrack, so if you want to add to the angst and dread, I suggest listening to that as you read this. Enjoy. Part 3 coming soon.
I named your and Viktor's son Ambrose because if you search the meaning, Ambrose means Immortal or Immortality. Thought it kind of fitting ;)
The door creaks open slowly and out of the corner of his eye he can just see Blitzcrank peak his head inside of his work room. With an audible sigh the Machine Herald looks up at his creation, the mask obscuring the frown on his face.
“What is it Blitzcrank? You know I do not like being disturbed when I’m working.”
“Father unit, there is a child at the door seeking…”
Blitz doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before a child rushes past him causing the Machine Herald to jump to his feet as Blitz tries to grab the small intruding figure, failing as the child nimbly moves out of his grasp and runs to embrace the Machine Heralds leg in what he can only assume is a hug. The child looks up at him with an expectant, almost hopeful look and there’s something familiar about the young face staring up at him. The Herald lets out a huff as he, as gently as is possible for him, tries to extricate his leg from the death grip the child has on it.
“Who are you, child? And why are you here? You don’t seem to need my help?”
“I knew you were alive! And now I’ve found you! Mama is going to be so happy when I tell her!”
…
Your boots thud against the cobbled road as you run towards the bridge, not sure how Ambrose made it across, but knowing him and his determination, if that’s what he wanted to do he would have found a way. You silently curse yourself for being so foolish, an intelligent boy such as himself, of course he would want to see the place his father grew up in; but what does this Machine Herald have to do with that? Even in Piltover you’ve heard talk about him, how he experiments on the residents of Zaun only to leave them disfigured once he’s done with them or grows bored of them. You shudder to think what he might do to your dear Ambrose should he get his hands on him. You ignore the burning in your chest as you start to run even faster, your son’s safety the only thing you care about.
It took a substantial bribe, but you’ve made; “Welcome to Zaun” you think to yourself as you wrap your scarf around your mouth and nose to try and block out the smog clogging the air. Pulling up your dark grey hood you set off deeper into the dark undercity, praying your sense of direction doesn’t fail you as you glance at the map Ambrose had left in his room. You’ve only been here once before, and that time you had Viktor as a guide. You had foolishly accompanied him on his quest to obtain shimmer from an old acquaintance of his in his pursuit to use the Hexcore on himself. You hadn’t wanted him to travel to the undercity alone, even if you didn’t approve of his plans. You sigh as you now try to navigate these twisted roads and alleyways on your own, your heart ready to jump out of your chest at the rate it’s beating. You glance down at the map in your hands, just a few more turns and you should be there, you just pray that Ambrose is safe. You look up from your map as you turn a corner, only to stop dead in your tracks. Your path is blocked by two rather imposing men who suddenly look up at your arrival, stopping whatever discussion they were having.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I think I took a wrong turn.”
As you spin around to leave, you walk straight into the chest of a third man entering the alleyway just behind you. A sturdy arm wraps around your waist to keep you from falling, but doesn’t seem to be letting go now that you’re steady on your feet again. A menacing grin spreads over his face as you try and push him away from you with all of your might. You hear the other two men now start to move closer and you feel panic rising in your throat like bile.
“Let go of me!”
“Now, now. The less you struggle, the faster this will be over.”
“I said let go of me you brute!!”
The three men erupt with laughter at you; weather it’s because of your useless struggling or your feeble attempt at name calling, you can’t be sure. The arm around your waist becomes a crushing vice and you struggle to draw a full breath, hopelessly pushing and swatting at the man holding you. You can hear your own blood pounding in your ears, deafening you to the sounds around you as your fight to free yourself consumes you; when suddenly the arm around you goes slack and the feeling of something warm and viscous sprays onto your face. You open your eyes that you hadn’t even realized you’d shut tight only to be met with some kind of horror in front of you. All three men lay bloodied and bleeding around you, their eyes open and staring at nothing as a small river of red slowly pools around your boots before flowing out into the dark abandoned street of Zaun. You feel your body tense up and as you inhale to let out a scream, something clamps over your mouth. A strange, yet sweet smell fills your nose and lungs and fogs over your brain and suddenly everything goes dark…
The Start of something Dangerous Pt3
Here is Part 1 & Part 2 if you missed it. This is the final part of this fic, I hope you all have enjoyed it. @anoncat-007 @sweetpotato-97
No under 18's
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Warnings: NSFW smut, Angst, Mentions of murder, Strangling. I think that's it... Sorry if forgot something.
Note: I absolutely love Blitzcrank, he's such a good older brother. Wish there was more Blitz content in this. So as I said, this is the final part, and get ready, because it's a long one. ;)
You wake up slowly as you feel someone shaking you softly, trying to stir you from your involuntary slumber. As you are finally able to open your eyes, you see a massive shape looming over you and you somehow by sheer reflex manage to fling yourself to the opposite side of the bed you’re lying on, a small squeak of a scream escaping your lips. The copper golem stares at you, bright blue eyes unblinking as it studies you. It doesn’t seem to be a threat, at least not at the moment. You can’t help but smile as it slowly tilts its head from one side to the other, as if pondering a question.
“It is good you are finally awake, mother unit. Brother has been asking for you. He is currently in the lab; father unit is showing him how he builds the parts to help the people.”
Your eyes widen as you jump to your feet, walking over to the golem you grasp one of his large hands in both of yours, your eyes pleading.
“Please take me to my son.”
He nods and turns, leading you out of the room. As you follow him you notice the height of the ceiling, realising this must be the warehouse on the map from Ambrose’s room; it must have been refurbished to double as a house and workshop. You walk past a kitchen and living room area before the golem turns and climbs up a flight of stairs. He slowly pushes open a door at the top and the sound of your son’s voice drifts out. You quickly push past him, only to freeze in your tracks as the sight before you leaves you stunned. Your son is happily talking to, for lack of a better description, something. A tall figure looms over Ambrose; where the golem has a more rounded body that makes him look jolly, this figure is all metal plates and angles. It looks like a high-tech suit of armour, but it’s more than that. You can make out the flesh of the figures neck fusing with the shoulder piece of the armour and you know it’s his body. There’s some cloth draped over one shoulder and his back like a cape and a loin cloth rests over his hips to hang down between his legs; for modesty or aesthetics, you can’t be sure. His dark hair moves with every turn or nod of his head and you can just make out that he looks to be wearing a mask. The Machine Herald, this is him; and he has your son enraptured, hanging on every word he speaks. You urge your frozen body to move, to push past the fear and dread holding you in place like a vice. With a surge of energy, you quickly cross the distance to push your body in-between that of the Herald and your son, glaring up at him as you reach a hand back to hold your son against you.
“Get away from him! I’m taking my son and we’re leaving.”
You start moving away from him, pulling your son with you as you feel him try to resist, when the Herald speaks up. His voice sounds familiar, curling the words with that accent you love.
“Would you really deprive a father of his son? Especially when we’ve only just met?”
“Vik… Viktor?”
Your son manages to pull free of your grip and run over to him, jumping up and down excitedly.
“Look mama! I found him. I knew he was alive. Aren’t you proud of me?”
Your attention snaps back to your son and you find yourself wresting with a slew of emotions, too many to sort through right now. So, you kneel down slowly, putting yourself at eye level with your son as you try to remain calm and keep your tone even.
“You ran away from home, Ambrose. I was worried about you. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, while trying to get here. Do you understand that?”
Ambrose looks down at his feet, the dejected look on his little face making him look more like the ten-year-old boy he is than the young man he tries to be. The Herald bends down to place a hand on your son’s shoulder, trying to comfort him.
“Perhaps you and Blitzcrank should go to the kitchen for some sweetmilk while your mother and I speak.”
Before you can argue he looks at you and even though he’s wearing a mask, his gaze is so intense that you find your protests dying on your tongue. Ambrose nods and Blitzcrank claps his large metallic hands in delight.
“Sweetmilk for brother. Come! We shall have some brother bonding.”
He leads Ambrose out, leaving you and the Machine Herald alone in the large workroom. The walls are lined with desks over strewn with mechanical equipment and shelves filled with all kinds of metal parts and pieces. Right in the centre of the room is a kind of operating table, the kind you’d expect in a hospital, with a large light on a movable arm hovering above it. A strange thought pops into your head and makes you smile despite yourself.
“I believe greetings are in order, doctor Frankenstein?”
He lets out a soft chuckle before slowly lifting up the mask to reveal his face, his hair falling onto his forehead like it used to. As his golden glowing eyes land on you, a soft gasp escapes your lips. The whites of his eyes are now black and the golden irises emit a soft glow, his skin is still pale, although it seems a bit more ashen now; but it’s still him. He’s alive. You jump to your feet, rushing towards him; you throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrapping around you slowly, cautiously; almost like he’s afraid if he touches you, he’ll realize it’s a mirage. His metal chest is cold and hard against you, and try as you might you can’t ignore that he’s the same, but also vastly different. You let out a sigh as you slowly pull away, putting some space between the two of you so that you can look up at him, look into his eyes. His hands remain at your waist, refusing to let you move too far away.
“So, how much of you is still you and how much is metal?”
He does a slight head cock, the “Eh” leaving his lips like it used to, and immediately you’re reminded of the old Viktor. The Viktor who would get flustered at the slightest compliment. The Viktor who made you a metallic silver rose, because normal roses wilt and die. And even though this Viktor reminds you of your Viktor, he isn’t him, not anymore.
“I had to replace my lungs, for obvious reasons. A few other non-essential organs I also replaced, just for ease and before any other medical issues might take hold. I fused most of my skin with a synthetic alloy I invented. It functions as normal skin would, but it is much more durable. I had to combine my blood with a self-engineered bio-fuel to get the new mechanical organs to function with the normal ones; a difficult, albeit rewarding experience. Luckily my new projects don’t require such extensive alterations. I’ve been successful in making any new organs or limbs work with regular blood supplied by the body. That way my patients don’t need to have their blood suffused regularly, like I do.”
You smile as he continues to speak, apparently the passion he has for his work still gets him carried away with his explanations. He’s always been able to ramble on and on about whatever he’s working on, trying to explain it to you or whomever might want to hear. Your own musings are suddenly interrupted when you feel his warm breath on your neck, just below your ear as he whispers:
“But I made sure to save your favourite parts of me. My face; because I remember how much you enjoyed caressing my beauty spots whenever we were in bed together, lying in each other’s arms. My heart, because it has always been yours. And lastly, the one part of me that always managed to make you scream my name.”
One of his hands slide off your waist to grasp your hand and place it firmly between his legs. You feel, beneath that damn loin cloth, his cock twitching and hot as your palm presses over it. A quiet “Fuck” escapes your lips as you close your eyes, involuntary memories of days spent in his bed playing across your eyelids. You feel his lips graze over your cheek, leaving a burning trail across your skin, before planting a feverish kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck once more, one of your hands knotting in his hair as you return the kiss. You kiss him with all the love and longing for him that you had kept locked up inside of your heart all these years. Tears sting your eyes as he holds you tightly against his chest, lifting you up off of the floor to place more kisses along your neck and jaw before returning to your mouth. You feel your longing for him bleed down your body to a more intimate part of yourself, a moan escaping your lips and he moans in return. You open your eyes and the heat of his gaze is enough to pull another moan from you.
“Viktor. I need you.”
With one arm he sweeps everything off of the desk next to him, placing you on top of it in a sitting position. He kneels in front of you, pulling off your pants with rushed and shaking hands before his head disappears between your legs as his hands move under your knees to hook your legs over his shoulders. You let out a ragged breath in a hiss as you feel his tongue flick over your clit, already warm and soaked from your arousal. You hear him moan in appreciation as his lips close around your clit to suck on it, the action makes your head snap back as your back arches, his name leaving your lips like a prayer and a curse. His head moves back so he can look up at you, a devilish smile on his face.
“Remove the rest of your clothes for me, my dove?”
Your hands happily oblige before your mind can even fully process the request and you feel him move to stand between your legs, his loin cloth now removed. His hands slowly hook your legs over his hips as he leans in to take one of your now bare nipples into his mouth. His tongue is warm as it swirls around your nipple while he sucks on it. His hands rest on your hips, holding you in place on the edge of the table as he rubs his throbbing cock between your folds. His mouth releases your nipple to place kisses up your chest and in your neck, the cold air a stark contrast to his warm mouth. He moans against the skin of your throat, his lips vibrating with the sound.
“You’re perfect. My beautiful love.”
He kisses you then as he starts to push his cock inside of you, achingly slowly. You kiss him feverishly, a mess of lips and tongues as your hands find hold in his hair, like a grounding element to keep your soul from soaring away from all the pleasure you feel. You feel him fill you perfectly, like you were made for each other; before he pulls out only to repeat the process, igniting a spark in your belly that shoots up your spine. It isn’t long before you feel that familiar sensation, like standing on a precipice before suddenly falling. You feel his name leave your lips as you constrict around his cock, your ecstasy taking over as you reach your climax. You vaguely hear him whispering your name into your hair as you feel yourself come down from your high, his arms wrapped around you to hold you against his chest. You feel him shaking slightly as his own climax starts to subside and he kisses your hair, simply holding you. You sigh contentedly when something catches your eye; a rust-coloured stain on his cape, just past his shoulder. Images come flooding back to your memory; the men lying in the alleyway, bleeding out. The cold hand clamping over your mouth to press the rag over your nose, and the glimpse of a mask with golden eyes before the world went dark. You pull away suddenly, as much as you can in your current position; to stare up at him with wide eyes.
“It was you. You killed those men!”
He sighs, sounding slightly annoyed as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty. You climb off the table to grab your clothes, praying your knees don’t give in after what just transpired between the two of you.
“They were going to kill you Y/N. What was I supposed to do? Let them?”
You manage to grab your shirt and pull it on, trying to cover up your naked body and recover some of your modesty. Viktor doesn’t seem to have the same qualms, his loin cloth lying forgotten on the floor as he paces slightly.
“Eh, honestly, I was hoping you wouldn’t even remember that whole ordeal. The substance I used to render you unconscious was supposed to cause short term memory loss.”
You stare at him incredulously, his blasé attitude towards human life leaving you feeling stunned.
“You could have simply stopped them! You didn’t need to kill them.”
He lets out a huff as he turns his full gaze back to rest on you, no longer pacing.
“Do not fool yourself Y/N. This is Zaun. They would not hesitate to kill you, so why should I hesitate to do the same?”
You shake your head as you gather the rest of your clothes, trying to get dressed quickly.
“If that’s how easy it is for you to kill someone, then Ambrose and I won’t be staying. I won’t let my son…”
He’s on you in the blink of an eye, a hand wrapping around your throat to hold you in place as a third arm appears from under his cloak to train a glowing eye on you. He attached the Hex-claw to his back it seems.
“OUR son. Our son that you chose not to tell me about. That you chose to keep from me. No, my dear Y/N, you and OUR son won’t be going anywhere. This is your home now.”
You desperately claw at his hand, trying to remove it from your throat as your lungs beg for air.
“Vik… Please…”
He relaxes his grip, but only slightly, and you greedily suck air into your body as your lungs burn from the strain. His eyes harden as he looks down at you, his voice gaining a tinge of venom as he speaks.
“You are mine. You walked away from me once because I was too weak to stop you. Never again.”
You glare up at him, the tone of your voice matching his.
“Jayce will come looking for us.”
He surprises you by laughing.
“Then I will kill him. No one will take you from me. Do you understand now Y/N?”
He pulls you close to lean in and say into your ear as you hear Ambrose laughing in the hallway with Blitzcrank.
“You. Are. Mine.”
Unfinished Business Part 1
First off, this is a kind of sequel to my first fic "The Start of something Dangerous". It's going to start with a flash-back of how Y/N and Viktor met, since I'm sure some of you are curious about that, so that's what I cover in this part and the start of Part 2. Then it will continue from where my other fic left off. So I hope you enjoy ;) . No under 18's.
Pairing: Yandere Viktor/Machine Viktor x F Reader
Warnings: mentions of Blood, Fluff, Smut and some swearing
Part 2 ; Part 3
“Mama, how did you and father meet? You’ve never actually told me.”
“I have also wondered about this, mother unit. Please tell us?”
You smile as you watch Blitzcrank sit down next to your son’s bed, his head tilting to one side in curiosity as he looks up at you. Ambrose is already snugly tucked in, blankets folded in underneath him to make him look like a little caterpillar with only his head sticking out past the folds of material. With a small chuckle you pull the chair from his desk closer to his bed, sitting down in it to watch the two of them as you speak. Ambrose and Blitzcrank have become very close in a short amount of time, almost inseparable. You smile at the two of them as you take a breath and square your shoulders, ready to begin.
“Well, it all started a long time ago, in a kingdom far far away…”
“Mooom…”
You smile at Ambrose as Blitzcrank lets out a soft mechanical chuckle at the indignation in his tone.
“Very well. You remember Councilwoman Mel Medarda?”
Ambrose nods as you watch Blitzcrank's eyes light up with recognition of the name.
“I also recall the name. Father unit once mentioned how his previous partner would often disappear from their lab to bury his intentions between miss Medarda’s…”
“Blitz!” You quickly interrupt him, eyes slightly wide as you try not to laugh. “Not in front of Ambrose. He’s too young to hear of… Jayce’s intentions.”
Ambrose laughs as Blitz releases steam from his joints, his way of showing embarrassment as his eyes glow somewhat brighter to signify a wide-eyed stare.
“My apologies brother and mother unit.”
Ambrose wriggles out of his cocoon of blankets to wrap his large metal brother in a tight hug as he grins. Blitz softly pats him on the back before helping him back into bed and pulling the blankets back up to cover Ambrose once more. You smile and nod in thanks at Blitzcrank before continuing your story…
You remember all those years ago, the Hex-gate had just finished being constructed and the City of Progress was once again a shining gem on the maps of Runeterra. You worked as a records keeper for Mel and she wanted to make sure that Piltover would forever remember the two men responsible for creating this futuristic marvel that would change the world. So, you gathered your notebooks and writing utensils and headed for the workshop of these mad geniuses. The double doors loom in front of you, their secrets closely guarded as two enforcers stand watch in the endless hallway. They seem to recognize you; which is the only reason they don’t stop you from knocking on one of the doors to the, newly coined, Hex-tech Laboratory. Silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity and you fear no one is even inside, so you decide to carefully push open the door. As you step inside there is a sudden loud crash next to you, making you jump and yelp clutching at your chest in surprise. You turn around to find the two scientists looking at you, surprised at your sudden presence, but also apologetic for the projectile that narrowly missed your shoulder. There is some kind of mechanical arm perched on the edge of the table between the two and it seems to be in the middle of a seizure, grabbing random items and flinging them about. One of these items, luckily just a pencil, hits the tall muscular man in the back of the head, snapping him back to attention. He spins around, swearing as he tries to get the mechanical arm under control. The other man, he has the most beautiful golden eyes, laughs softly before simply pulling a glowing orb from the base of the arm. The arm starts to slow and finally hangs limply as if it’s asleep. Both men turn to you once more, the muscular dark-haired man speaks first.
“Are you lost? This lab isn’t open to the public. So, we appreciate if you’re a fan, but you really can’t be here.”
“Oh, no. I’m not a fan. I mean I am, of course, who isn’t? But that’s not why I’m here…”
You trail off, closing your eyes as you slowly reach up to pinch the bridge of your nose in embarrassment. The golden eyed man simply smiles with amusement as the dark-haired man looks confused. You take a deep, steadying breath before you try to speak again.
“Mel sent me. My name is Y/N and I’m supposed to start a record on the both of you for our archives here in the Academy.”
The dark-haired man gets a knowing look as his eyes light up.
“Of course! I’m so sorry. She told me you were coming, but we got so caught up in our work I completely forgot. I’m Jayce Talis and this here is Viktor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You shake their hands in greeting and it isn’t long before you’re sitting at your own table, stacks of their notes all around you, as you write down any important information. Who would have guessed that these Giants of Industry would be two of the kindest, warmest people you would meet in your life? You smile to yourself as you hear them discuss and joke about their claw arm that seems to have a mind of its own. You feel yourself getting mesmerized by Viktor’s accent, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks.
“Perhaps we should create a way to control it instead of assuming it would simply do what we wish it to on its own?”
Jayce nods in agreement as he studies the arm.
“Like a glove that feeds directly into the arm, perhaps even add receptors that feed back into the glove, so the wielder will be able to tell how much pressure they need to apply? No glove, no love; right?”
You let out a short burst of laughter before clamping a hand over your mouth, a soft blush warming your cheeks as you feel their attention slowly shift towards you. You simply shake your head as you try not to laugh more, speaking without looking up.
“Sorry. Just pretend I’m not here.”
You quickly return to your work, trying to ignore their stares. Once they realize they’re not going to get any more out of you they also return to their work. You smile as you hear their voices once again fill the quiet room, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
It isn’t long before you find yourself in a kind of routine. You show up to the lab and take your place at the table set up for you. Once you hear your own stomach growl; you’ll look up to see how fast time has passed by and you’ll go down to the dining hall to get food for all three of you, because the gods know those two men would never stop working even if it was to feed themselves. The men will thank you for the food, claiming to not have noticed the time, even though you can always hear Jayce’s stomach growl almost at the same time yours does. After eating, you’ll finish out the rest of your day and then, as you’re packing up, you’ll start a short conversation with the men; filling them in on your progress or listening to their ideas on their latest invention or concept, before saying your goodbyes and going home.
One day you find yourself struggling to concentrate, your mind constantly drifting to other things; things like Viktor and how his hands move when he’s working on something. Or that soft “Eh” he makes every now and again as he thinks something over. You sigh, clearly you won’t be getting any actual work done today, so you decide to try something different. You take out your sketch book, pencils and whatever else you’ll need; after all, an archive wouldn’t be complete without renderings of the two mad scientists and their inventions, right? You quietly move your chair in a way that you’ll be able to observe both men, but you won’t be in their way. You prop both of your feet up on the corner of a table, trying to get comfortable, when you notice one of your shoes have come undone again. You shrug, deciding to ignore it; after all, you’re busy with more important things. You roll open the cloth you use to wrap all your drawing utensils in, laying it in your lap and you start to sketch both men with care, making sure to get all of the details just right. Now, by no means would you call yourself an artist, but you’ve never had anyone complain about your true to life sketches that you’ve done for the archives in the past. You bite your lip as you concentrate, the shading giving you some troubles since the lab has a strange kind of lighting. One small window is set high into the longest wall, casting long shadows on the floor; but the true lighting comes from Hex Crystals the men have either left lying around or purposely placed next to them for some illumination. They’ll use regular lights once the sun sets and the darkness becomes just a bit too much for the small spherical crystals. You sigh in frustration as you have to erase your efforts at shading once again, it keeps coming out looking cartoonish, as if the light is mocking you. You feel a hand on your shoulder suddenly, startling you back to reality and making you curse as you jump, almost throwing your sketchbook in the process. Viktor let’s out a soft chuckle from behind you.
“My apologies. I was not trying to frighten you.”
You can feel your heart pounding, slowly trying to climb back down your throat to its proper place.
“Well maybe then don’t sneak around. For a man with a cane, you walk way too fucking quietly.”
He laughs at that; a real, full breasted laugh and you can’t help but smile in return. Fuck, he’s so handsome, especially when he looks happy. And then his full gaze hits you, stealing your breath right from your lungs, and all you can do is stare. He gets a cocky grin before leaning in and speaking right into your ear.
“That soft gasp you make whenever you part your lips, it’s enough to get me hard.”
You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, a soft gasp escaping your lips as all ability to think abandons you. With a satisfied grin he walks back to his table as Jayce walks into the room; apparently, he’d left for a moment, long enough for Viktor to feel brazen enough to… flirt with you? You blink repeatedly, as if that might snap you out of this dream, but it isn’t a dream. You dump everything on your table and jump up, needing some air, a cold shower, anything.
“Who’s hungry? I’m going on a food run.”
You all but run for the door before they can even answer, and you’re almost free, when suddenly your shoe slips off your foot and sends you crashing to the floor in a jumble of limbs. Jayce is next to you in a flash, helping you up when you feel something wet soak into the front of your shirt. As you look down, all you see is blood, and you can feel it coming from your nose. By the concerned look Jayce gives you; you’re sure you’ve turned some shade of green or gone completely pale. You can see him speaking to you, but all you hear is ringing in your ears; a sign that your blood is quickly leaving the vicinity, leaving you light-headed. He quickly scoops you up and carries you to the infirmary, where you’re taken care of by a friendly looking nurse.
It doesn’t take too long for the bleeding to stop, and you’re relieved to find out your nose isn’t broken, you just burst a few capillaries when you landed face first on the floor. You slowly trudge back to the lab, and you’re painfully aware of your horrific appearance. Not only are you only wearing one shoe, your hair is a mess and your shirt makes it look like you lost a fight. Unfortunately, no one showed you your face, or you would have washed up first; your nose and chin is caked in dry blood and your eyes are slightly red and puffy from the pain of your nose to floor experience. You stop at the door to the lab, contemplating rather going straight home without your things, it’s not like they won’t still be there in the morning; but you have to at least try and finish your sketch. You know it’s going to haunt you all night if you don’t. So, begrudgingly, you push open the door. Both men turn expectantly, but their smiles quickly fade the moment they see you. You sigh and walk to your table, starting to pack up your things.
“Sorry, I know I probably look terrible. I just came for my stuff. Please ignore me.”
You feel someone hug you from behind and you quickly recognize Jayce’s burly arms wrapping around you.
“Y/N, are you alright?”
He lets go and turns you to face the both of them. Viktor looks almost guilty where he sits, his eyes meeting yours in a silent apology.
“Is there anything you need from us? Perhaps one of us could walk you home?”
You smile at the kind offer, but wave them off quickly.
“I’m fine. I’m sure it looks worse than it is. Luckily, I have a room here in the academy, so please don’t worry. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
You give both of them a quick hug before slipping on your shoe, making sure it’s tied this time, and heading out of the lab. You can hear their concerned murmurs as you shut the door behind you, sighing as you walk back to your room in the academy. Every now and then you’ll pass a student who will stare at you in horror and you’re left wondering if you look worse than you thought. Finally you reach your door, pushing into your room with an exhausted sigh. You lock your door quickly and head for your bathroom, dropping your bag onto your bed ass you pass. As you finally see yourself in your mirror, a horrified shriek leaves you.
“What the fuck?!”
Unfinished Business Part 2
Hi everyone. Sorry part 2 took a bit longer than I wanted, but it's finally here. It kind of ends in a way making it sound like it's the last part, but don't fear. I still have at least one more part planned. So as always, I hope you enjoy. No under 18's.
Part 1 ; Part 3
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of guns. Nothing serious, maybe in the next part ;)
You sigh contentedly as you see Ambrose fast asleep, Blitzcrank however continues to stare at you in anticipation, waiting for the rest of your story. You smile at Blitzcrank and softly whisper to him.
“We should let him sleep. Maybe I’ll tell you both the rest of the story tomorrow night.”
He nods and quietly gets up to go help Viktor in his lab, his short reprieve now over, and work never really stops. It’s been a few days since you found Viktor in Zaun, or rather, since he found you and told you this is now your home. There’s a strange, almost palpable tension between you both, and it makes you miss how things used to be in Piltover before everything went wrong. He used to be so easy to talk to, even after he nearly stopped your heart and made you fall flat on your face. It had taken you both a week to get over the initial shock and speak to each other again, but that week had been filled with stolen glances and accidental touches whenever you would hand each other anything. The beginning of that next week he asked you out almost immediately, not wanting to waste any more time; or spend another moment without you, as he put it. It makes you smile, just remembering all of it; all your fond memories of Viktor. Like how he surprised you with a perfectly crafted rose made entirely of silver on your first date. He said that flowers were the traditional gift for a first date, but they don’t last very long and he wanted something you could keep forever, something almost as beautiful as you are to him. You still have it, back at home in Piltover, and you wish now you could go back for it. As you walk towards the kitchen you can hear a very lively voice coming from Viktor’s lab, strange for anyone to be here this late at night, especially a client. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to go see who it is. As you climb the stairs you can hear the voice more clearly.
“Can you fix him doc?! I’ve tried everything, but ol’ Fishbones just isn’t himself! I think that blue doo-hickey has run out of juice, but I wasn’t sure. So I figured my good friend, the machine doctor, he’d know what’s wrong. You do know what’s wrong, don’t you?”
You walk in and the first thing you see is two impossibly long blue braids. She looks young and is almost hanging over Viktors shoulder as he inspects the shark shaped rocket launcher lying in front of him. Her right arm is covered in what looks like cloud tattoos and her clothes are somewhat torn in places. You smile at her energy, she seems almost child like in the way she speaks to him, but you can sense a strong mind behind her carefree words. Blitzcrank looks happy to see her, standing in anticipation next to her. She sighs loudly and looks over at Blitz.
“I see you still haven’t pulled the stick out of your dad’s ass, huh? Does he ignore everyone?”
Blitzcrank tilts his head in confusion, you can almost hear his mind trying to process her words and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his confused state. She spins to train both her pistol as well as her shimmer purple eyes on you, before you can even finish raising your hands up into the air; the Hex-claw on Viktor’s back releases a small laser stream that hits her gun and melts the barrel shut. Blitzcrank looks like he was ready to tackle her to the ground to protect you, his father just happened to beat him to disarming the girl. Viktor doesn’t even look up from his work, speaking to her like he would a misbehaving child.
“Do not aim weapons at the mother of my child.”
Jinx looks at Blitzcrank before jumping up and wrapping him in a hug, her melted gun seemingly forgotten for now.
“Congrats buddy! You finally got a mom!”
“Yes. I also have a brother now. He is very small.”
You smile as Blitz pats her back, already loving him like he is your own son. Jinx looks a bit confused, letting go of Blitz and sliding down his tall body only to stare at you again.
“So, what do they call you? I’m Jinx.”
“Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I think. You’re not going to try and shoot me again, are you?”
That brings her attention back to her melted pistol and she pouts, walking back over to Viktor before loudly placing the gun on the workbench next to her rocket launcher that he’s already working on.
“You broke my gun.”
“You are no fool. You can fix that yourself. You may use the tools here if you wish. Just stop interrupting me or your Fishbones will never get fixed.”
She snorts before sticking her tongue out at him and grabbing up her gun. She pulls another chair closer and sits down almost right next to him, starting to work on her gun as she mutters to herself; mostly insults aimed at the Hex-claw. You swear that Hex-claw has a mind of its own as you watch it snap towards Jinx before rotating on its own axis, spinning and making a whirring noise, before snapping at her again. She narrows her shimmering eyes at the claw as she aims a screwdriver in its direction threateningly.
“Keep it up you metallic lobster, I’ll take you apart myself.”
Viktor sighs in exasperation as he finally looks over at her.
“You will do no such thing. Now go back to your gun before I kick you out.”
Blitzcrank watches the situation and decides to intervene before his father gets rid of his friend. He walks over, pulling the chair Jinx is sitting in away from Viktor and placing himself in-between the two of them. He hands her tools as she needs them and helps her fix her gun. The Hex-claw seems happy that she’s no longer so close and returns to its normal, restful state against Viktor’s back as he himself continues his work on the rocket launcher. You realize you’ve been avoiding Viktor since that first day, purposely staying away from the lab as you try to decide how you feel about your new, somewhat forced, living arrangements. But this interaction with Jinx, you realize that while things are a bit strained and very different, he definitely still cares about you. And you still love him. So maybe it could be nice to embrace this. To see what life would be like with him and your children, the life you spent so many nights fantasizing about. It might not be exactly like your fantasy; hell, it isn’t even close, but it’s Viktor, and it’s worth a try if it gives you a possibility of happiness. So you walk in and lean over Viktor’s shoulder, careful not to bother the Hex-claw, before placing a soft kiss in his neck as you whisper so only he’ll hear.
“I love you.”
As you stand up, about to walk back out of the lab, his Hex-claw grabs your shirt and pulls you back down. You let out a soft yelp, bending back down quickly so your shirt doesn’t tear. His head turns ever so slightly in your direction, his voice soft, but still deep and beautiful even through the mask.
“And I love you. Always, my dove. Wait for me in my room. I shouldn’t be long.”
Unfinished Business Part 3
Part 1 ; Part 2
Hopefully you'll all be happy to hear, this is a long part. I have one more part planned after this, so stay tuned. This is NSFW, so please, no under 18's. And as always, please enjoy ;)
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Warnings: NSFW smut, Edging, Fluff, Angst and Blood
Time passes in a blur and before you know it it’s almost Ambrose’s 11th birthday. So, in typical mom fashion, you make sure he doesn’t find out that you’re planning a bit of a surprise party for him. It will only be the four of you, and possibly Jinx if she ever gets her secret invitation; but that’s no reason not to make it special. You choose one of the empty rooms to decorate for the party, making sure to lock it whenever you’re not inside so that no one accidentally walks in on all the brightly coloured banners hanging against the walls. Viktor has started to trust you not to run away since things have been going well between the two of you, he’s also given you permission to do the shopping whenever Blitzcrank is too busy; and you’ve decided to make use of these shopping opportunities to sneak back to Piltover and retrieve some of your belongings and money, this has allowed you to purchase the decorations without anyone being the wiser. You smile to yourself as you hang a large “Happy Birthday” banner against the back wall, the letters are blue and green glitter that look oddly cheery in this dark and normally gloomy home. Other walls are host to a number of strung up flags in varying shades of blue, green and purple. You even have a few small bags of confetti lying on a table, in the same colours as the flags, that you plan on using to throw up into the air once everyone is in the room for the surprise.
“Mother unit, what are you doing?”
You drop some of the balloons you were about to start inflating as you spin around, seeing Blitz standing in the door and watching you with a growing curiosity. You look around the room, realizing quickly that the jig is up and you have been found out. You walk over to Blitzcrank and pull him into the room, closing the door behind him.
“Blitz, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. This is a surprise I’m working on for Ambrose. And I’m worried if Viktor knows then he’ll try and stop me and I feel it will help for all of us to spend some time together. And not while working. Preferably while doing something fun. Do you understand? Please?”
You ramble as you speak, feeling strangely nervous as you hope he’ll agree not to blow your cover. Blitzcrank slowly nods as he looks at you.
“Very well, mother unit. I shall keep your secret, on one condition.”
You frown slightly, not sure where this is going, but knowing Ambrose has clearly rubbed off on his new big brother; teaching him how to barter or blackmail to get what he wants. You sigh as you straighten up, nodding to Blitz.
“Alright. What’s your condition?”
“This looks like fun and I wish to help, especially if it is for brother.”
You smile and walk over to Blitz, wrapping him in a quick hug.
“Of course you can help. I’m sure that will make it even more special. But we need to be careful, alright?”
He nods and you walk back over to the balloons, blowing them up as Blitzcrank hangs them against the walls where you ask him to; his height coming in handy. It isn’t long before the whole room is decorated, even the tables you’ve brought in are covered in green and blue fabrics; one table also holds a handful of wrapped gifts and you nod to yourself; feeling satisfied with your and Blitzcrank’s hard work.
“Alright Blitz, how good are you at baking a cake?”
His eyes light up in excitement as he nods vigorously.
“I have never made a cake. But I do enjoy making food. Will you teach me, mother unit?”
“Of course. I’d be happy to teach you, my little love. Come with me?”
You lock the door once both of you are out and Blitz follows you to the kitchen, practically bouncing with excitement as he walks. From one of the cupboards, you pull out one of your cookbooks you brought from your old home and open it to your favourite cake recipe, the one you know Ambrose loves as well, and you place the book on one of the counters as you start taking out all the ingredients you’ll need. Blitzcrank watches you in fascination, and it isn’t long before he’s helping you mix ingredients together in the largest bowl you could find.
“Mother unit. This says it’s a birthday cake. What is a birthday? Is it just a special kind of cake?”
You pause to look up at him, your heart almost breaking as his question sinks in.
“Blitz, a birthday is when you celebrate the anniversary of when you were born. And with each birthday you become one year older, that’s how people work out their age. Have you never had a birthday?”
He shakes his head and you could swear he looks sad, even though he technically doesn’t have facial expressions. You scowl, feeling vexed at Viktor, never celebrating his mechanical son’s birthday.
“Blitz, do you know the date when Viktor switched you on for the first time? When you were born so to speak?”
He shakes his head again as he continues to mix the batter.
“My memory from when I first came online is a bit incomplete, my matrices weren’t fully functional yet and so my memory wasn’t as perfect as it is now. I remember images and a few things father told me, but nothing specific like a date.”
You can see his shoulders slump as puts the spoon down, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. You walk around the table and hug him as tightly as you possibly can.
“Don’t you worry, my little love. I have an idea. You’ll have your birthday and I’ll make sure it’s just as special as you are.”
You help him pour the batter into a pan and place it into the oven to bake. You then leave him with instructions on when to remove the pan from the oven and to let it cool while you make a quick trip to the shops. You can hear Ambrose and Viktor still happily working in his lab as you pass it on the way out. Walking down the street you smile as you realise how happy your little family makes you; Viktor is a good father to Ambrose, home-schooling him when he isn’t working, and Ambrose absolutely adores his father. He’s actually learning more now from Viktor than he ever did in school, and that’s purely because he’s actually paying attention now; it doesn’t hurt that they think in the same way, so Viktor knows how to talk to Ambrose to get him to focus. Blitzcrank is the perfect older brother, watching out for Ambrose and making sure he behaves, or helping Viktor in the lab when he has a patient. Ambrose is a typical younger brother, pranking poor Blitz whenever he gets the chance. Just the other day you woke up to see Blitzcrank walking around with drawn on goggles and a moustache. Luckily it had been easy to clean off, and Blitz seemed to enjoy the prank; but you still made sure to speak to Ambrose and make sure he understands not to do anything that might be permanent or hurt his older brother. A patchwork family, that’s what you are. Even Jinx feels like your unofficial daughter in a way. Every so often she walks in with new wounds that you help patch up while Viktor patches whatever weapon she dumps on his work table; you’ve even gone so far as to make new clothes for her since her old ones were starting to kind of fall apart. Some nights when she’s having a particularly bad night, she’ll stay over and listen to you tell Ambrose and Blitzcrank stories, or she’ll sit patiently while you brush her hair and just listen to you sing; it seems to help her a little, calm her down. You know better than to ask her questions about what’s going on, you only needed to make that mistake once to realize that that just seemed to make the voices in her head worse. And she appreciates you just being there for her. So, if that’s what she needs; that’s what you’ll do. She’s become very fond of Ambrose in the short time that she’s known him, even threatening to teach him how to shoot; and despite your constant pleading that she NOT do that, she’s already given him his own gun. Thankfully all it shoots are these ridiculous neon pink balls, but that doesn’t mean Ambrose doesn’t practice with it whenever he can. Jinx and Viktor have an understanding, as long as she doesn’t do anything to hurt you and Ambrose, she’s allowed to stay. You’ve also moved from sleeping in your own room to sharing a room with Viktor, and despite your original worries, it feels right. No matter what position you start your nights’ rest in, you always end up waking up in Viktors arms. Images from this morning flood your mind, making you blush as you pull on your hood to hide your burning cheeks.
You’d woken up to find him staring at you, a sort of peaceful look on his face. You lean in and kiss him, his lips warm and inviting against yours. His one hand moves down your back, before sliding onto your hip and you feel his fingers dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make you moan. As your lips part he pushes his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as he rolls on top of you, and you feel your own need for him grow as you roll your hips to rub against him. He gathers both your wrists in one of his hands and pins your arms above your head as he places kisses down your neck, pushing your nightshirt up with his other hand. His name is on your lips as you watch him, his touches consuming you, making your body heat up with even the barest graze. His lips smirk against your jaw as you feel his free hand rub circles on your one hip bone, drawing your attention down. His hand moves further down, pushing against the waistband of your shorts to push them down. You lift your hips without him even having to ask and he quickly rids you of the pesky piece of clothing that was in his way. You feel his hand slide between your legs, his fingers dipping inside of you as his thumb presses against your clit and you just see his smirk before your eyes shut on a moan.
“Already so wet for me, my dove?”
Smug bastard, he always knows exactly what you need and he takes great pleasure in letting you know just how much of an open book you are to him. You feel his lips press soft kisses to each of your closed eyelids as his fingers pump into you slowly while his thumb rubs circles around your clit; and you start to try and pull your hands free, the fact that you’re not able to touch him is driving you crazy. His lips brush against yours, causing you to open your eyes and all you see is liquid gold; his eyes staring into your soul, his deep voice caressing your ears.
“I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Oh, a challenge? Or was it more of a promise? Either way, his words send a shiver down your spine as you feel his fingers pull out of you completely and you whimper at the loss. He brings his hand up to his lips and sucks on his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours as he does this. You can see just how slick his fingers are from your pussy. You moan, unable to help yourself; his intense gaze is too much when it’s coupled with him sucking your taste off of his fingers like that. He lets out a satisfied huff before he slowly moves his hand back between your legs, too slowly; you feel your hips move to push against his hand, needing more. With an evil grin you’d swear was meant for story book villains he leans in and kisses your lips softly, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, before sliding back inside of you. His thumb presses against your clit, then rubs circles around it, then rubs against it, a pattern he repeats as his fingers slide in and out of you. And just when you think you’re about to find bliss, he removes his hand completely. Your eyes shoot open only to find him still staring at you, studying your every reaction; he’s keeping true to his word, he’s going to make you beg. You bite your lip, rubbing your leg against his as your other leg hooks over his hip, trying to pull him closer; desperately trying to entice him into doing something. But all he does is smirk, waiting for the magic words. You feel like you can’t take it anymore and you give in.
“Please.”
“Please what, my dove? You need to be more specific.”
His moves a bit, his thigh rubbing between your legs and the sudden contact makes you moan.
“Please fuck me, Viktor.”
That’s all the invitation he needs and you feel his cock pressing against you, sliding into you inch by inch. His lips are on you, kissing you with a fervour and a hunger you feel echoed in your own kiss. He still keeps your hands pinned above you, enjoying having you at his mercy as you struggle against his hold. At first his pumping into you is agonizingly slow, like he’s still making you beg for it; and you can’t take it. You bite his neck hard enough to leave a bruise, hopefully getting your point across. With a grunt he picks up the pace, his thrusts hard enough to shake the bed and bang the headboard into the wall. You cry out from both pleasure and pain as you wrap both your legs around his hips, rolling your own hips to match his thrusts. You feel the spring coiling tighter and tighter inside of you, ready to snap and drive you over the edge. It isn’t long before you throw your head back, almost screaming Viktor’s name as fireworks go off behind your closed eyelids; your own name coming from his lips like a plea for mercy as he comes undone inside of you. You both lie panting in the bed, holding onto one another as you slowly come down from your high, his weight comforting on top of you. Even though his body is now mostly metal, he isn’t as heavy as you would think. You feel his lips move in your neck and you know he’s smiling, lost in this moment with you…
You’re shaken from your reverie when someone on the street bumps into you, hard enough to send a shock of pain through your shoulder.
“Hey!”
You turn around to face the offender, but there’s no one there; they must have turned down an alley before you had a chance to see them. You shake your head and continue to the shop, quickly finding what you’re looking for. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched as you navigate the streets of Zaun once more, like someone is following you; but whenever you stop to turn around, there’s nothing there. You chalk it up to nerves, your worry about Viktor or Ambrose finding the decorated room; that has to be it. A figure jumps down from a roof to land right next to you, making your heart stop as you let out a scream. Jinx looks at you like you’re the crazy one; considering you just screamed like a banshee, maybe you are.
“Sheesh! I’m not THAT scary!”
She laughs as she claps you on the shoulder and you let out a shaky laugh.
“Sorry. Guess I’m a bit paranoid. I thought someone was following me.”
She tilts her head, one eye going bigger than the other as she does a slight head shake.
“Wow, it might be time to lay off of all that caffeine.”
You snort, knowing it isn’t the coffee; after all, you’ve only had like three cups so far. That’s no where near your normal consumption rate, you’ve been too busy decorating to think about coffee.
“It’s not the coffee. Now, are you coming to the party later? Blitzcrank and I have been working very hard to make it special for everyone.”
“Of course I am! Why do you think I dropped by just now? Figured we could walk back together.”
You smile and nod, walking back home the rest of the way with Jinx by your side. She hums absentmindedly to herself as you both walk, her perceptive eyes darting back and forth to watch the shadows for any possible threats. The moment you enter the house she darts towards the lab, already gearing up to annoy Viktor while you and Blitzcrank finish the cake. You on the other hand, head for the party room, placing a few finishing touches before joining Blitzcrank in the kitchen again. His eyes light up brighter once he sees you.
“Mother unit has returned! The cake is ready, I have removed it from the oven.”
You smile at Blitz and start to mix the frosting that needs to go on top of the cake. By the end poor Blitz has frosting on almost all of his fingers as well as a dab of it between his eyes, but at least the cake looks presentable. You grin as you use a different coloured frosting to write the words “Happy Birthday Ambrose & Blitzcrank” on the cake. Blitz looks over at you, his head tilting in curiosity.
“But, mother unit. It isn’t my birthday.”
You place a kiss on his cheek as you smile at him.
“It is now. It’s about time you also have a birthday. And I know Ambrose will be happy to share this day with you. He loves you so much.”
Now that everything is finally ready, you both head for the lab to gather the rest of the party. Jinx laughs as Viktor complains about all his unfished work while you drag him to the party room. Blitzcrank simply carries Ambrose; the small boy being far too curious about what’s going on doesn’t even put up a fight. You unlock the door and lead everyone inside, picking up some of the confetti and throwing it into the air as you happily proclaim:
“Happy Birthday!!”
Viktor looks at the back wall, a slow grin spreading over his face as the sign now reads: Happy Birthday Ambrose & Blitz. You couldn’t find enough letters for Blitzcrank’s full name, unfortunately. Ambrose laughs happily and hugs his big brother, an easy feat since Blitz is still holding him in his arms.
“Happy birthday big brother!!”
“And a very joyous day of birth to you as well, my brother.”
You smile as Viktor walks over to you, relief washing over you when you see he doesn’t seem mad about any of this.
“When did you do all this?”
“I started decorating the room a few days ago. But Blitzcrank helped me to finish setting everything up today. I hope this is alright?”
He pulls you in for a hug, whispering into your hair for only you to hear.
“You amaze me every day. I love you.”
You look up at him, kissing his lips softly.
“And I love you.”
Loud blaring music suddenly starts playing and you see Jinx has pulled some kind of speaker out of seemingly thin air, her head banging up and down to the music.
“Let’s get this party going!”
Ambrose laughs as Viktor glares at her.
“Must that noise be so loud?”
“Don’t be so boring, old man! This is the perfect volume for a celebration.”
You just laugh as you pick up two party hats, giving one to Ambrose to put on while you place the other one on Blitzcrank’s head.
“I’m going to go grab the cake. Try not to murder each other while I’m gone?”
You wink towards Jinx who just laughs. Blitz puts Ambrose down and both of them start trying to dance to Jinx’s music, Viktor simply leans against a wall; watching the three of them as you walk back to the kitchen. The cake looks beautiful as you pick it up, Blitz had a lot of fun decorating it and you’re proud of his efforts; especially knowing it was his first time. You hear a strange sound as you walk back with the cake, almost like a crash and the music suddenly stops. You hope it’s nothing serious. What you see as you walk in through the door, however, stops you in your tracks and makes you drop the cake. Blitzcrank is holding a crying Ambrose protectively, using his body to shield the poor boy from the scene unfolding before you. Jinx is lying on the ground, her eyes closed as blood clots in her hair and her speaker is in pieces strewn around her. But what you see next almost stops your heart. Viktor is holding Jayce by his throat, lifting him into the air as Jayce tries to swing his massive hammer in the direction of Viktors head.
Master List
All of my content is 18+. Minors, DNI. Thank you.
The Start of something Dangerous (Finished)
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Summary: You break up with Viktor, only to realize you're expecting his child. You decide to stick to your decision and don't tell him about your pregnancy, then the ending of Arcane unfolds and Viktor disappears. Years later your son manages to track down his father and now that you're back in his life, Viktor isn't letting you leave again.
Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3
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Unfinished Business (Finished)
Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader
Summary: This is a bit of a continuation of "The Start of something Dangerous" and it delves into life with the Machine Herald. Your son is about to turn 11 and you plan a surprise party for him with the help of Blitzcrank, but nothing goes as planned when an unexpected guest shows up.
Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4
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My Love Will Never Die (Finished)
Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader
Summary: This was an ask I received about wanting the reader as well as Viktor to be Yandere and their relationship. So how they become jealous when they see each other spend time with other people and how they "handle" these situations. The reader is a student at Piltover Academy, studying Music as well as Botany and this is where they meet Viktor for the first time. The title for this one was inspired by the song "My love will never die" by Claire Windham.
Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3