The Start Of Something Dangerous Pt3

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.”

My Love Will Never Die - Part 2

Please go to my Master List for any additional parts. This fic is NSFW and also, no under 18's allowed, so please don't interact with my content if you're a minor. Thank you and enjoy.

Just a small note. There isn't a lot of information about Piltover Academy, so this is all my own imaginings; I apologize if it's horribly incorrect, but this is how I see it in my head. Also, I don't describe what the reader is wearing, because I like to leave it up to each and every one of you to imagine what you'd like to wear as you read this. I hope that's ok.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor (Please let me know if anyone else wants to be added?)

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Choking. Flirting. Swearing. Slight Exhibitionism. Praising. Dom Viktor.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2294

It’s been two weeks since you first met Viktor and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. The way his fingers grazed against yours as you handed back his notebook or the way his breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the closeness of his body and the heat you felt in that moment. He haunts your every waking thought and you even see him in your dreams, his beauty marks and eyes ingrained into your memory along with the sultry tones of his voice; it’s enough to drive any normal person mad, but you’re no stranger to lunacy. You pace around your living area as you mutter to yourself, trying to come up with the perfect plan to “accidentally” bump into him; if only you knew more about his schedule. You stop suddenly, your eyes landing on the booklet that Sky had given to you on your first day at the academy and an idea pops into your head. You quickly fix your hair and make sure your appearance is immaculate before leaving your room and making your way down the long hallway in search of your new friend, luckily, she isn’t too hard to find. As you enter the dining hall you see her just sitting down with her tray of food and you decide to share a meal with her, grabbing your own tray and filling it with all your favourites before sauntering over to her and sitting down across from her with a smile.

“Sky, just the person I was looking for.”

She clearly did not see you coming since she almost chokes on her sandwich, quickly taking a drink of her water to try and wash it down.

“Y/N, you really snuck up on me. How are you?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could show me around a bit? Since you clearly know so much about the Academy; and as a student I’d love to see more of it since I only really get to see the parts where I go for my classes.”

Her eyes light up and she nods excitedly. While you’re doing this in the hopes of running into Viktor, it isn’t exactly a lie, you would love to see more of this beautiful building and all the secrets it holds.

“Oh, I’d love to. This place is magnificent, people really should try to see all of it when they study here; but so few people seize the opportunity to do so.”

You both finish your food, depositing the trays in the rack by the door before walking out. She leads you all over the Academy; showing you the rose gardens on different balconies, massive research rooms where students furiously work on their next inventions, dance halls where groups practice for their next performance, there’s even a massive kitchen where the most delicious smells flow from as the pastry chefs and head chefs of tomorrow practice their art. The Academy is like a living organism, everyone serving a purpose; be it to further the Academy in some way or to help Piltover become the city of progress it has promised to be. While all of this is awe inspiring and fascinating; it’s not really why you asked her to show you around, and you’re starting to run out of hope that you’ll be lucky enough to see him. When suddenly your efforts are rewarded as you turn a corner and almost walk into Professor Heimerdinger. The yordle nimbly moves out of the way of your impeding feet and does a quick spin to face both you and Sky as you stop and turn to apologise to him.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Ah, Sky, just the person I was looking for. I need your help with a small matter.”

He looks over at you and does a small approving nod.

“Perhaps you could help me as well.”

He holds out a stack of papers he had been carrying and you tentatively take them, watching him curiously.

“Please take those to my assistant, he’s been asking for them all day and I seem to keep getting side-tracked in taking them to him. His room is at the end of that hallway, can’t miss it, it’s the one that usually has classical music coming from behind the door.”

Before you can ask anything or even try and protest, he and Sky are already halfway down the hall, chatting as they go. You glance down at the stack of papers, noticing that they seem to be scientific drawings and calculations as well as notes on… some kind of machine. You can’t be sure; this really isn’t your area of expertise. So, you start to make your way down the hall and in the direction the professor pointed you. The dulcet tones of “Für Elise” drift down the hallway to greet you before you can even see the door, and you smile to yourself at the familiar tune, humming along to it as you go. The door in question is made of Rosewood and the doorknob seems to be made of a black metal of some kind. Steadying yourself; you take a deep breath, not sure who you’ll be meeting, but they clearly have good taste. You knock three times and then wait, listening for any sounds on the other side of the door that indicate movement and are met with a familiar sound. The sound of a cane hitting the floor and then suddenly keys jangle and turn, the lock clicking over loudly, before the door swings open to reveal… Viktor. He looks only momentarily surprised before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come inside.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Do come inside.”

It’s less of a request and feels more like a challenge, his expression coquettish and inviting as he watches you enter his abode. His residence is obviously much bigger than yours since he’s no longer a student here; but the design is similar with the living area and kitchen being attached and somewhat open plan, everything is decorated in deep, rich colours and beautiful furniture; you immediately spot the door leading to his bedroom and it seems to be slightly ajar. You try and peek inside but feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder before you can, stopping you and turning you around to face him. With a playful smile you hold out the papers from Heimerdinger towards him.

“I was asked to bring these to you. Apparently, you’ve been asking for them. Is it something you’re building?”

With a soft chuckle he takes the papers and places them on a coffee table in the centre of the room before turning back to you.

“Not exactly. Heimerdinger has asked me to help fix something of his.”

You nod as your eyes drift back to the door to his room, wondering what secrets it holds. And suddenly, without you even hearing him move he’s at your ear, his voice thick and rich with desire.

“You seem awfully curious about my sleeping arrangements. Is there something you’d like to know?”

You give Viktor a coy smile as you take a small step back to look up at him, clasping your hands behind your back to slightly push out your breasts.

“Sir, are you inviting me into your bedroom? But we barely know each other.”

This is a dangerous game you’re playing by the heated look in Viktor’s eyes; he taps the handle of his cane with one finger, the soft thud drawing your attention to the motion. The moment your eyes leave his you hear his voice become breathy as he speaks.

“Good girl.”

Fuck, you’ve always enjoyed playing with fire and while you’re used to small blazes, Viktor is more like an inferno. Have you met your match? You let out a mischievous laugh as you dance around him, your fingers gently grazing over his arm as you pass him and stop in front of the large windows looking out over the rest of Piltover. The reflection in the window lets you see Viktor as he walks up behind you, his eyes meeting yours as he gazes over your shoulder. He’s so handsome it almost hurts to look at him, even just watching his reflection sends butterflies swooping through your stomach. Then he does something shocking and intoxicating. He kisses just below your ear as he whispers to you in his heady voice.

“Take off your clothes.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he steps back and you oblige, slowly stripping as your eyes hold his gaze in the reflection of the window. Once you’re naked he does the same, making sure you watch him as he drops piece after piece of clothing to the floor. Once he’s done, he moves closer, pressing his body against yours and pushing you forward. Your hands press against the window to try and stop him from pushing you even more forward, then you feel his hands slide onto your hips as his cane falls to the ground, the loud thud a stark contrast to both your deep breaths.

“Y/N, move closer to the window. I want you to stand against the glass as I fuck you from behind.”

The thought of someone looking up and seeing the two of you sends a thrill of excitement shivering through you and you move closer, the cold glass making you shiver again as you press your breasts up against it. He lets out a soft purr of approval.

“Good girl.”

You feel his chest press against your back as he stands against you, his hands slowly moving up your sides before sliding over your ribs to cup your breasts as they press up against the glass. His lips lightly skim over the flesh of your neck as he places kisses down from your ear to your shoulder, his soft touches and kisses driving you mad. You feel his knee push between your legs as his hips and cock rub against your buttocks, all the stimulation making your mind foggy as your body feels like it’s being lit on fire and a soft moan escapes your lips. One of his hands slip from your breast to slide down your stomach and all that’s left is the coolness of the glass beneath your skin, then more heat as his fingers slip between your folds to stroke your clit. You moan his name as your eyes find his over your shoulder, and you tremble at the intensity of his gaze; he’s watching you the way predators study their prey, like he’s memorizing what each precise stroke of his fingers does to you.

“You’re already soaked, my dove. I didn’t realize you wanted me quite this badly.”

You feel two of his fingers dip inside of you to rub against your g-spot as his thumb keeps stroking your clit. The world goes hazy as you feel your legs starting to shake, and all you can focus on is his fingers; his long fingers stroking in and out of you when suddenly you feel him add a third finger to push into you. He splays his fingers inside of you to see how far he can stretch you as he continues their thrusting. And just as you think you might be getting close; he removes his hand and your eyes shoot open on a whimper. He’s still watching you in the reflection of the glass, his eyes dark with lust. His other hand leaves your breast to wrap around your throat as he whispers into your ear.

“Do you want this?”

He’s giving you one chance to back out of this. You could leave, but you don’t want to. He’s intoxicating, like an addiction you don’t want to shake. So, you do all you’re capable of doing and you nod.

“Yes.”

His hand he was using before to please you slides onto your hips, pulling them back and making you bend slightly at the waist; making it somewhat easier for him to enter you from behind. His hips pull back from your buttocks and you feel the length of his cock slide between your legs to coat itself in your juices before his hand helps position him. He starts to push into you, the size of him making you gasp as he stretches you. You feel the hand around your throat squeeze slightly; not enough to cut off your oxygen, but just enough to enjoy the pressure of his grasp. His other hand starts playing with your clit again as his hips start to move with a rhythm, his cock pulling out before slamming back into you once more and all you can do is press your palms to the glass in front of you to keep your face from being smashed into it. You moan Viktor’s name as his cock carves his name into you, claiming you like no other. It isn’t long before you’re seeing stars, panting and moaning loudly as your breasts push against the glass. His mouth is at your ear and you can hear his ragged breathing matches your own, both of you so close to the precipice of pleasure. You both come undone and it feels like a match striking a surface before the flame explodes into existence. You almost scream his name as he loudly moans yours against your ear, his hand around your throat squeezing just a bit more, like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. As you slowly start to come down you feel him release your throat, his hand simply resting against the soft flesh there and his lips placing kisses beneath your ear.

“Stay, please?”

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?!”

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Unfinished Business Part 4

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

This is the final part, so I hope you all enjoy it. I just want to add this and say that I don't hate Jayce, I'm just using him as an antagonist because it made sense in this case that he would complicate things. So please, no Jayce hate, I honestly feel he is a redeemable character and I can't wait for season 2 of Arcane. And again, NO under 18's.

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: Angst, Conflict, Swearing, Fighting, Blood, Smut, mentions of Death. Please read and interact responsibly.

The next few moments go by impossibly quickly; but to your eyes and in your mind, it feels like everything plays out in slow motion. Blitzcrank quickly pushes a distraught Ambrose into your arms before rushing to protect his father, moving much faster than you’d think possible for such a large automaton. Jayce’s hammer connects with Blitz who uses his body as a shield to protect Viktor, knocking him backwards into a wall with a loud clang reverberating through the room. The Hex-claw comes to life, pushing out from beneath Viktor’s cape to focus on the hammer. The orb at its centre turns a molten red like an angry eye, before a beam of energy shoots out, cutting through the handle of the hammer like a hot knife through butter. The head of the massive hammer drops to the ground sending blue sparks in all directions, the impact shaking the room as Viktor pushes Jayce into a wall with enough force to rattle his skull; throwing over a table and sending everything on top of it flying. Fighting for air, Jayce starts to grasp and claw at the hand squeezing at his throat, trying to break free as Viktor snarls in his face, the Hex-claw moving to refocus on Jayce while Ambrose sobs the words “Stop it!” repeatedly as you hold him against your chest. Blitzcrank pushes back onto his feet, releasing steam from all of his joints at the effort, a large dent now evident on the front of his armoured body. You feel your chest fill with a large pull of air as you see Blitz getting ready to re-join the scuffle.

“STOP!! That’s enough!!”

Your voice resounding off the walls as you cradle Ambrose protectively and all eyes turn to you, everyone seemingly frozen in place for a moment. With a huff, Viktor lets go of Jayce who slides to the ground with a loud thud while Blitzcrank gathers the head of the broken hammer and crushes it between his hands, sending broken parts and pieces raining down to the ground as another bout of steam releases from his joints with a loud hiss. Looking over to Jinx you feel relieved to see that she is just unconscious, her breathing steady. As Jayce starts to get up you nail him with a glare that could turn a Basilisk to stone and he freezes in place; a look of shock on his face.

“Stay right where you are or I won’t be so kind as to ask them to stop a second time.”

You walk to Blitzcrank and he opens his arms welcomingly for Ambrose who snuggles right up against his brother when you hand him over.

“Blitz, please take Ambrose to his room for now and stay with him. The adults need to try and have a conversation.”

Blitzcrank nods and you lovingly wipe away a few tears still clinging to Ambrose’s cheeks, trying to calm him as best you can for now. Once you step back; Blitz walks out with Ambrose who’s clinging to him; arms wrapped tightly around his brother’s neck as he softly whimpers. You walk to your room and quickly retrieve your first aid kit before returning to the now wrecked party room, feeling your blood boil at the ruined event. Kneeling next to Jinx you gently place her head in your lap to examine her head, your first aid kit lying open next to you as you speak to Jayce without looking up, your voice thick with emotion.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Viktor is standing close to you as he keeps an eye on Jayce, his Hex-claw still out and ready for anything. Jayce gapes at you like you’ve just grown a second head.

“Me?! I’m not the one who disappeared and is now living with a monster.”

Your head snaps up at that as your eyes narrow in Jayce’s direction, your voice laced with venom.

“Call him a monster again and you and I will have a problem.”

“Clearly, we already have a problem; because you’re obviously suffering from Stockholm syndrome.”

He gestures around frantically at the decorations and then at Jinx as he speaks.

“I mean you’re playing house with this… this THING and his evil minions!”

Viktor lets out a soft cackle as he lifts his mask to reveal his face, stunning Jayce into silence.

“Is that any way to speak to your old partner?”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

There’s a cruel smile that plays over Viktor’s features, like something he’s suspected for a long time, has just been confirmed.

“Ah. So you never intended to help me with my illness. You were happy to stand back and let me die, all the while pretending to be busy with urgent council matters.”

You look up at Viktor in shock and confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you ask Jayce that question, my dove?”

You feel Jinx begin to stir in your lap; when suddenly she jumps up and with an ear-splitting scream jumps onto Jayce, tackling him to the ground; where she proceeds to send punches flying at his face that he can only try and block. Viktor groans audibly before walking over to them, slowly reaching around the waist of Jinx, before tearing her off of Jayce. She kicks and screams as she tries to claw in Jayce’s direction, clearly not done with him.

“Fuck you! Put me down! Pretty boy deserves a make-over for what he did!”

You try not to laugh at how adorable and ridiculous this all looks; Viktor holding up a kicking and wriggling Jinx who’s glaring daggers in Jayce’s direction. Jayce stands up, making a show of dusting himself off, looking every bit the Piltover Councilman he is and reminding you of the seriousness of this situation.

“You should really leash your dog.”

You stand up and stalk over to Jayce, ready to lay into him since it seems he’s forgotten his manners, again.

“Don’t talk about her like that. Either start treating everyone with respect or… HEY! JAYCE!”

As you get near him, he reaches out and grabs you, turning you to face Viktor as he pulls your back flush with his chest and wraps an arm tightly and possessively around your shoulders to hold you in place against him. Viktor’s eyes grow cold and dark as he drops Jinx to the floor, a murderous look engulfing his features and you feel panic grip your heart as you reach up to dig your nails into Jayce’s arm.

“Jinx, please go check on Ambrose and Blitzcrank and let them know everything will be alright? And please make sure that, no matter what, they stay in his room.”

She gets up and walks out begrudgingly as she mutters to herself.

“Typical. You guys get to have all the fun.”

You feel warm breath against your ear, but the words still chill you to the bone.

“Yes, keep him busy until I can retrieve him. I think it’s about time he and his mother come home.”

The temperature in the room drops as both men glare at each other, clearly at a bit of a stalemate. Jayce has no weapon that you can see, but he has you as a hostage; while Viktor has his Hex-claw, but attacking might just end up putting you in even more danger. The arm around you tightens, almost crushing the breath from you and pressing your body even more into his. You can feel his chest move with every breath and with the vibrations of his every word, the feeling making you squirm.

“She belongs with me, not some metal monster of a man she used to care about.”

“Ah. It seems I was indeed correct in surmising that this has always been about Y/N. Tell me, friend? Did it piss you off when she chose me over you? The frail cripple from the Undercity over the handsome inventor from Piltover?”

You hear Jayce’s teeth clench as the hand that’s holding onto your shoulder starts to dig its fingers into your skin and you fight against the pain, not wanting Viktor to see.

“It made no sense. I was the obvious choice, the right choice. After all, what did you even have to offer her? That’s why I thought she left you. That she’d finally come to her senses!”

“SHE is right here and she’s getting pissed!”

With an animalistic snarl you didn’t think you were capable of you bite down on his arm hard enough to draw blood, pouring all of your anger and hurt into the action. With a yell he rips his arm away and the motion sends you spinning and almost falling to the floor, luckily Viktor quickly steps forward to catch you and set you back on your feet. You’re about to thank him when a horrifying and familiar sound makes your ears perk up. You turn just in time to see Jayce aim the now cocked gun at Viktor’s chest…

You didn’t feel the bullet as it pierced your skin, adrenaline making you numb to the pain as you put yourself in its path to protect the man you love. It’s a strange sensation, since you remember someone once told you how getting shot hurt, a lot. How the bullet would burn upon entry. But you just feel numb, an odd buzzing in your ears, like the wind has suddenly started blowing indoors. Your body starts to feel heavy as you lie on the floor and all you can do is watch as Viktor uses his Hex-claw to sever the arm that Jayce is using to hold his gun. Jayce grabs the small stump that remains of his arm, his face contorted in pain as he yells something at Viktor before running out. Suddenly pain sparks through you like an explosion as Viktor pulls off his cape to press it to your open wound, a small box falling from one of the pockets only to open as it hits the ground, sending a ring flying into the air. You feel your consciousness slipping as tears well up in your eyes and you look up at Viktor. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but he looks frantic as he holds the cloth to your chest, like he’s begging you to stay. But everything is red, your clothes, his hands, even the floor. More red as you reach up to place your hand on his cheek, smiling at him, the man you love with all your heart, and the man you would gladly give your life for.

“Please take care of Ambrose and Blitzcrank and Jinx for me? I love you Viktor, always.”

You try and fight it for as long as you can, but finally darkness consumes you, the last thing you see is Viktor as he leans down to kiss your lips one last time.

…

It’s been a few months since everything happened. Blitzcrank is standing at the door, the locked door that is never allowed to be opened again. The memories it holds too painful. He tries the handle, but it barely moves. His shoulders lift slightly before they slump back down, a mannerism he’s learned from Jinx, it’s his way to indicate a sigh. Turning, he walks down the hall to peak into Ambrose’s room. Jinx is inside, laughing as Ambrose tries and fails to hit a target she’s drawn on his wall. She ruffles his hair and takes out her own gun, showing him how to stand and aim to improve his accuracy. Her voice is upbeat as she jokes.

“Just pretend it’s someone you don’t like and you’re aiming for their no-no spot.”

Ambrose laughs as he mimics her stance, his toy gun carrying a few of his own modifications; like the new sight that has a magnifier attached. Blitz does a soft clap as Ambrose fires again, his aim improving with each shot. Jinx jumps up and down with delight.

“Whoo! I better watch out. One day you’ll be an even better shot than I am, kid!”

Ambrose has grown a lot in a short time, more serious and mature now. He works hard at everything he does, wanting to get better no matter how difficult it might be. He still helps Viktor and Blitzcrank in the lab whenever he isn’t studying, he wants to follow in Viktor’s footsteps, to become a great scientist and inventor. Blitz nods to himself; his brother is very intelligent and he knows Ambrose will achieve whatever he sets his mind to. The clock chimes softly, letting Blitz know it’s time to get to work. He walks towards the lab, seeing Viktor working intently on something. A few modifications have been made to the lab; the operating table has been upgraded with straps for difficult patients who don’t do well under anaesthesia, a small cupboard has been stocked with actual medicine for patients instead of only being filled with Shimmer and the Hex-core that changed Viktor’s life is no longer inside the lock box under his desk. Oh, and one of the walls now boasts a blackboard that’s currently filled with pictures of Jayce and notes on his daily schedule and any patterns he follows. Viktor swore he would get his revenge, and Blitz knows his father always keeps his word. Recent pictures indicate that Jayce has replaced his lost arm with a metal one, the irony of it wasn’t lost on anyone. Metal monster. Footsteps break his concentration and draws his attention back to the door, happiness washing over him as he watches you enter, walking over to wrap your arms around Viktor’s shoulders and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Darling. I’m bored. And I believe it’s time for my check-up.”

With a satisfied hum Viktor removes his mask and turns around to place a kiss on your lips as he stands up.

“Blitzcrank, I left a note on the counter of items I require for another patient. Please go to the shop and purchase these items for me? And close the door to the lab on your way out.”

Blitz nods, picking up the note before walking out.

“Yes, father unit.”

Viktor picks you up as the click of the door locking can be heard and places you on his table, standing between your legs. You still can’t believe how everything turned out, it feels like a dream; but when Viktor kisses you, you know this is real. He somehow used what was left of the Hex-core from all those years ago to fix you. Where it fought with Viktor and killed Sky, it somehow melded with you. It had melted the moment it touched your blood, oozing into your chest to become your new heart and immediately filled your body with all the blood you had lost. Viktor then grafted some synthetic skin onto your chest and back to close the holes left by Jayce and his gun, leaving a metallic coloured diamond in both areas. You can feel the one that’s between and slightly above your breasts as Viktor places his hand over your heart after removing your shirt. You lean in to kiss him, your hands wrapping around the band of his loincloth to pull him closer. Your love for each other has only grown after everything, and moments like these have become a regular occurrence. Viktor makes quick work of your clothes, needing to feel your skin as he presses his body against yours. Your kissing becomes more heated and needy as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pins you up against a cold wall that makes you gasp. The moment your lips part you feel his tongue push inside your mouth to claim it. Your arms wrap around his neck to tangle your hands in his hair, moaning softly against his lips. His fingertips dig into your hips as he holds you up to push his hard cock inside of you, stretching you and filling you. He makes you feel whole in more ways than one and your appreciative moan lets him know just how good he makes you feel as your pussy clenches around him. You feel his hips buck as he bites your bottom lip, sucking on it before kissing you again. He starts a slow thrusting rhythm at first, torturing you with every thrust and you scratch your nails along his scalp as you moan.

“Viktor. Please.”

You feel him grin against your lips as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and you roll your hips in time to match him. He moans, a deep and low sound that rumbles through his chest.

“You are my everything, Y/N.”

With another thrust you feel yourself come undone, shattering into pieces as you automatically clench around him, your body wanting to feel his release. You hold onto him for dear life, moaning his name as your body shakes from pleasure. That’s all he needs to drive him over the edge and you feel his warmth fill you as he moans your name. You cling to each other as you both ride the waves of your orgasms. It isn’t long before all you can hear is each other’s breathing and the comforting feel of his body pressed to yours. You know you aren’t dead, but this sure feels like heaven to you.

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