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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

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.

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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.

My Love Will Never Die - Part 1

This fic is based off of an ask that I received some time back. Please be warned that this will be a mature fic, No under 18's. Minors DNI. So, like alcohol, enjoy responsibly 😉

The title was inspired by the song of the same name by Claire Windham. You guys should give it a listen 😘

There will be multiple parts, so keep an eye on my Master List for updates.

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: Flirting. Sexual innuendo

“Wow, this is it!”

You can’t help but grin as you walk through the doors to Piltover Academy, the grand hall greeting you in all its splendour as the intricate geometric designs of the massive windows leave you in awe. A short, polished looking student with a clipboard greets you, his enthusiasm reminds you of eating a stale pastry though; it might look pretty, but the taste it leaves in your mouth is akin to eating soap.

“Greetings new student. Please give me your name and I’ll assign someone to help you find your room. We don’t want you getting lost in this edifice of innovation.”

Of course a place like this would have its share of fake people, but you were hoping it would be a while before you ran into one. So, you plaster on the sweetest smile that you can muster and let out a soft chuckle.

“Y/N. Of house Azure.”

You’re an only child from a prominent family, but that doesn’t mean you got into this academy because of your wealth; you worked hard and you plan on making a name for yourself, one that’s all yours. The negligible boy in front of you looks up suddenly, your family name seems to have snapped him to attention. He looks down at his clipboard and back up at you before pulling another student over to whisper something in her ear.

“This is Sky Young. Normally she’s off helping the professors with important work or research since she’s one of Professor Heimerdinger’s assistants, but she’s graciously agreed to show you to your room.”

With a smile she walks up to you and holds out her hand for you to shake, her uniform looks perfectly pressed and she doesn’t have a hair out of place.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss.”

You smile politely as you shake her offered hand, still making up your mind weather she’s going to be a friend or a foe. Pleasantries out of the way, she quickly leads you up a few flights of stairs, your legs starting to shake slightly from all the climbing, as she rambles on about the history of the building and some of the professors you might meet during your studies here. Just when you think your knees might actually start to complain out loud, you turn off of the stairs and head down a long hallway lit by small lantern lights on either side. You pass a number of doors, all made of different beautiful wood types and some even have designs carved into the doors. She finally stops in front of a large red oak door at the end of the hallway and hands you a key as she smiles at you, using her free hand to push her glasses up since they seem to have slid down her nose slightly.

“This is your room. All of your belongings should be inside for you to unpack and arrange however you like. If you need anything or any of your things seem to be missing, just ask for me. I’m happy to help.”

You nod in appreciation, not sure if she’s happy to help because she’s a kind person or because of who your family is; but you’ll gladly accept the offer.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

You’re about to place your key into your door when she hands you a small booklet.

“These are just some of the basic rules the academy expects you to follow and some information you might need. All the students receive these when they start their first year with us.”

You slowly take the booklet, wondering why it was necessary for her to make a show of giving it to you instead of someone just leaving it in your room for you to find. You nod towards her and enter your room, locking the door behind you before letting out a sigh of relief now that you’re alone. That woman is exhausting, she never stops talking; and whomever Viktor is, you almost feel sorry for them because she clearly has the biggest crush on them. You smile when you see all of your plants waiting for you and you happily start to unpack and decorate your room. You’ve always loved plants and enjoyed growing and cultivating them, so it’s only natural you bring all of your favourites with you. Your room is a decent size; and as you enter you step into a small living area with a kitchen attached that’s just big enough to boil water and stock up on the basics. Just across from the main door is your bedroom door with a small on suite for you to get ready in in the mornings. You place your plants all over the place, making sure each and every one gets as much sunlight as they need. Luckily the living area and your bedroom both have large windows that let in the morning sunlight, warm rays fall in through the glass to land on the floor and warm the space. Your Belladonna plant you place in one of the sunny corners of your living area, the tall plant with it’s beautiful black berries and purple flowers a perfect addition to liven up the room. Once you feel happy with the progress you’ve made, you decide to pick up the booklet and skim through it; might as well learn the rules you know you’ll be breaking soon. As you open it, the first page catches your attention: “Greeting ceremony. Attendance mandatory.” Ah, yes; you’ve heard talk of this. Apparently Heimerdinger has made it tradition to welcome the students, both new and returning, at the beginning of each new academic year. It looks like it will be taking place bright and early tomorrow morning… fun.

…

Whomever decided it was a good idea to rise with the birds, you ponder as you trudge towards the main hall, deserves a swift kick in the rear. Clusters of students descend the stairs with you, all of them forming groups and talking excitedly; ugh, morning people. Once you reach the main hall it isn’t far to the auditorium where Heimerdinger will be making his address and once there, you quickly find a seat in the back of the room where it’s still somewhat dark. The chairs are very comfortable and the room itself is richly decorated; the small stage is framed by deep burgundy curtains and the small podium at its centre has gold accents that contrast the dark metal it’s made of. You lie your head back, deciding to rest your eyes while you wait for this affair to commence. The room quickly falls silent as the sound of footsteps reverberate off of the walls. You hear a tapping sound; someone is testing the microphone it seems and the sound is pounding its way into your head and beating at the back of your eyes to force them open.

“Eh. Greetings. Thank you all for coming. Please allow me to introduce Professor Cecil B. Heimerdinger.”

The gathered crowd erupts in applause at the yordle who now steps up to the microphone, but your eyes stay glued to the man with the velvety voice and the enrapturing accent. He’s tall and handsome; with his chestnut brown hair that’s swept back, the ends curling slightly upward and his amber eyes. Your eyes follow him to his seat, watching as he listens to the Professor; you see him nod every so often, like he’s agreeing with what’s being said. The man is a work of art, he makes you wish you were a sculptor; that way you could trace his features with your hands as you create his likeness out of clay. You realise people are standing up to applaud, blocking your view of him and you jump up to scan the crowd; but people start to leave before your eyes can spot him and you sigh in frustration. Perhaps staying until the gathered crowd has drifted off might afford you another glance of him if you’re lucky, so you stay in your seat until the room is almost empty. Standing up again you see him and your heart does a small flip as you realize he’s walking in your direction. This is it; this is your chance. You step out of the isle just as he passes to lightly bump into him, making him drop what he was carrying. You quickly bend down to pick up whatever it is, smiling as you see the beautiful leather notebook. The cover feels soft and worn, like he opens and closes it multiple times a day. Your mind starts to wonder about what he writes inside, how his hands might open the notebook to smooth out the pages. You shake your head and smile as you stand up, holding the book out to him.

“Sorry. I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

He cocks one eyebrow as a knowing smile plays across his lips, his hand brushing yours as he retrieves his book from your grasp.

“Eh. We all have moments like that. Do try to be more careful, though.”

He lightly taps his cane on the floor to draw your attention to it, and for some reason the action alone makes your heart race.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, now do we?”

Your cheeks flush as you nod slowly and you see his eyes roam the length of your body, taking in your features. You feel like you might as well be naked in front of this man, what with the way he gazes at you appreciatively. With a coy smile you take a step closer, pretending to adjust his tie; even though it was already perfect. Your fingers softly graze his chest through his shirt as you slide them down the tie, pretending to smooth it and tuck it back into his waistcoat.

“I’m Y/N. And I’m delighted to meet you… Mister?”

You’d swear you were almost standing against him, but he somehow manages to take a step closer to you, leaning in to speak into your ear.

“Viktor.”

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?”

My Love Will Never Die - Part 3

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No under 18's, this is rated Mature

I'm planning one more part after this. For this part I will be adding pictures further down of a dress and shoes the reader will be wearing; it's for a Hex-Tech event where Viktor and Jayce need to try and win over donors and the reader will be attempting to "win back" Viktor from his new mistress, the Hex-core (but things rarely, if ever, go as planned). I felt it was easier to show the dress rather than try and fail to describe it. I hope you all like it, I felt it was the perfect dress to seduce Viktor in. ;) The colour will be that of the darker dress image, closer to his maroon shirt from the first arc of Arcane. I hope you all enjoy.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: Jealousy. Flirting. NSFW. Dom Viktor. Murder threats. Tension. Sexual tension. Choking. Spanking. (I'm sorry)

Jayce Talis. Fucking Jayce Talis, he just had to show up and ruin everything. You had Viktor all to yourself, spending almost every night with him and now? Now Jayce and Hex-tech occupy all of his time. What even is Hex-tech?! No one really knows, since Jayce and Viktor are the ones who invented it and now all of Piltover is looking at them like gods. Well, more at Jayce than Viktor, because golden boy is from Piltover and Viktor is from Zaun. Really, they should be falling at Viktor’s feet, without him golden boy would have been kicked out of the academy and his Hex-tech experiment destroyed. But no, Jayce gets all the credit. And for some reason Viktor doesn’t seem to mind; he’s happy to spend his every waking moment in the lab, working instead of loving you. This simply won’t do. And you have a plan. In a few days there’s some kind of function that’s being hosted by the Academy to celebrate Hex-tech and try to acquire some sponsors so that the two men can continue their work. As heir to the Azure family, you’ve also been invited and you plan on making sure that Viktor remembers you exist. First on your agenda; shop for the perfect dress, one that’s sure to steal the show and thanks to Mel Medarda you know exactly where to go for that. As soon as you get to the shop however, your good mood comes to an end; inside is Sky and a few other women, giddily talking about the function. You push open the door and walk in, head held high. Everyone knows you and Viktor were close before his new love took over his life, and people love to talk; you’ve heard the whispers in the halls, after all. But you’re not about to let the old ladies get to you with their idle gossip, you’ll show them; and if they’re not careful, you’ll make sure they miss the function all together. A shop assistant quickly comes up to you, offering to help you find what you’re looking for and you notice Sky and her friends deciding to leave; Sky has been avoiding you since that first night with Viktor, hurt that her crush chose you instead of her. It’s a pity, really; you enjoyed the tour she gave you and now you won’t be able to get another one from her. But, back to the matter at hand. You spend a good two hours in the shop, trying on dress after dress before settling on the perfect one; and you decide to get a nice cape to go with it as well, perfect for a dramatic entrance.

…

The next few days pass excruciatingly slowly, almost like time itself was wading through molasses; and you find yourself in a pattern of going to class and then back to your room, your heart aching for Viktor. But finally, the night of the function arrives and you feel almost dizzy with excitement. You do your hair and makeup, making sure everything is perfect before pulling on your stunning maroon dress and black heels, tying the small clasp that goes around your ankle. You do a few turns in front of your full-length mirror, admiring the way the dress spins around you as you twirl and how the slits show enough skin to make even the dirtiest minded of folk’s blush. Stopping by your vanity before you leave, you put on your favourite earrings and bracelet; the ones your mother gave you on your eighteenth birthday. The bracelet looks like a vine wrapping around your arm from wrist to elbow with fine leaves all along it, and the earrings are little dangling vines that match your bracelet. With a final check in your mirror and a steadying breath for confidence, you pull on the deep red cape and walk out; making sure to lock your apartment behind you as you leave.

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Walking towards the double doors of the great hall, your heels clicking on the floor as you go; you can just barely hear the lively music coming from behind them, the event already in full swing. You decided to be fashionably late, knowing this would make your entrance that much more dramatic as all eyes would be on you. You lick your blood red lips in anticipation, the butterflies in your stomach swirling around and making you feel almost giddy. As the doors creak open loudly to reveal you to the gathered crowd, you undo the clasp of your cape; and in true Prima-Donna fashion, let it drop behind you just as everyone turns to look at you. A hush falls over the crowd, a few audible gasps coming from the back of the gathered masses. Perfect. Your eyes easily find Viktor who seems to be frozen in place, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. You must admit, he looks very debonair in his onyx suit with matching shirt and tie, the only splash of colour to break up all the black is a wine-red waistcoat. It’s hard not to swoon at the mere sight of him and you feel your heart doing cartwheels, but you manage to keep your composure and give him a small and a polite nod, before making your way into the crowd; in the opposite direction he’s in. Everyone knows who you are; your family may not have a seat on the council, but the name Azure is known by all for the medical breakthroughs made by your father and other past family members. Being a doctor kind of runs in the family, but you’re the first to break that streak; instead choosing to study music and botany, both great passions of yours. Luckily you have a cousin who was more than happy to take up the mantle and uphold the family name by studying medicine, but that doesn’t change the fact that knowing you could still offer a boon to anyone lucky enough to garner your attention. And thanks to this small fact; it doesn’t take long for a slew of young men to gather around you, each trying to woo you or ask you to dance. You honestly don’t care for any of them, but for your plan to work, you laugh and pretend to be having the time of your life. You can scarcely make out Viktor through the crowd, but every time you laugh you could swear you see his head just ever so slightly turn in your direction. The music that fills the massive room picks up a bit and you see people starting to dance, enjoying themselves as the night progresses. There are a few people walking around with trays of finger food and other carry trays covered in glasses filled with fine wines or champagne. Clearly the alcohol is overpowering the small portions of food everyone is consuming, a fine tactic to get people to open their wallets more easily for your cause. It also means adults start acting like teenagers, giggling and dancing like no one is watching; at least the ones who can’t hold their liquor or haven’t been pacing themselves. Well, it seems now is the perfect time for the next part of your plan and you decide to finally take one of the dashing young men up on their offer of a dance. Walking over to the band you place a request for the next song and as the music changes from upbeat and fast to intense and sultry, you make your way back to your dance partner. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary, and you both start to move in time to the music; a simple tango. People gather around to watch as other couples join, enjoying the show and the excitement of all of you moving around the floor with grace and sensuality; clearly you know just how to liven things up. Your dance partner spins you out and letting go of his hand; you start to dance around him, sliding against him as you move your hips from side to side and your hands rub up your arms before twirling in the air above your head. He grabs one of your hips to spin you back around, hugging you to his body before dipping you right at the end of the song. As your head falls back during the dip your eyes land on Viktor, a pained expression on his face as the knuckles of the hand holding his cane have turned

white from the force he’s clenching it with. Standing back up you thank the young man for the dance and try to walk back towards the crowd, but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Another dance. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did? And we dance so well together, it would be a shame to rob the other people of the opportunity to watch us some more.”

You give him a curt smile as you try and pull your arm free, but he’s holding on tightly enough to leave a bruise.

“I agreed to one dance. Now, please let go of my arm before I make a scene.”

With a smug look on his face, he moves closer to you, making sure you can’t move away as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

“Come now, I promise you’ll enjoy what I have in mind.”

Just as you’re about to tell the prick to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, a familiar hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. You can almost hear the bones crack beneath Viktor’s grasp and the man quickly releases your arm as Viktor stares him down.

“I believe the lady made it quite clear that she doesn’t want to share another dance with you. Now make yourself scarce.”

The venom dripping from his words surprise even you, and the young dandy realizes it’s probably safer if he leaves. You turn to Viktor and smile sweetly.

“Thank you, but I had it under control. I don’t need you to swoop in and save me.”

Playing with fire, the thought rushes through your mind as you look into his eyes; his irises reminding you of molten gold. He leans in to whisper into your ear, his voice thick with need.

“No. What you need is a good fucking to remind you of who’s in charge.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you take a step back, glowering at him and crossing your arms.

“Wouldn’t your Hex-core get jealous?”

A knowing smile flickers across his face as he straightens slightly at your remark. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, but you don’t move or react as you continue to stare him down.

“So that’s what all this is about? You feel neglected.”

You reach up and brush away his hand, finding it hard to think when his touch is so tender and caring. Looking up at him you find yourself scoffing at him.

“Viktor. It’s hard to feel neglected by someone who never really cared in the first place.”

Immediately you turn on your heel and stride away, trying to put some distance between you and him, hoping your words hurt him like he’s hurt you. You can hear the familiar clacking of a cane following you, and steadily catching up. Damn, he’s fast for a man with a cane. You’re about to turn to the door when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into a small storage closet you hadn’t noticed, making you swear as you’re almost pulled off of your feet. The door clicks shut and you’re thrust into darkness, suddenly VERY aware of the man firmly pressed against your chest. You can feel every inhale and exhale as his chest moves against yours, his breath is warm against your cheek and neck and it takes all of your self-control not to grab onto him and pull him into a kiss.

“Y/N. My dove.”

His voice is soft and tender as his hands slide onto your hips, holding you in place so you don’t try to run away again.

“I admit; I have been lost in my work, but only because I see the potential it holds to help both Piltover and Zaun.”

One of his hands leave your hips to move up and cup your cheek once more, his thumb stroking your soft skin gently.

“I will try to be better at managing my time between you and my work. And please know, you have nothing to fear. While I enjoy my work, it could never take your place. I love you.”

His touch is intoxicating, making you feel like you’re floating and you can’t help but smile at his words as you lean in to place a featherlight kiss on his lips.

“And I love you.”

His hand quickly slides from your cheek to wrap around your throat and squeeze just enough so you know he means business.

“Now, if you ever flirt with another man again, I WILL kill them. Do you understand?”

You try to speak, but only a squeak escapes; so you just nod, and you feel his grip loosen around your throat before he leans in to kiss you.

“So, how about I finally show you my and Jayce’s lab?”

You both slip out of the closet and sneak out of the function, luckily most of the people seem too intoxicated to notice. He holds your hand as you both head upstairs to the new Hex-tech labs. His keys jangle loudly as he slips one into the lock, opening the door for you. The lab is familiar, in that it looks kind of just like every other lab, but you look around and your eyes land on a brilliant glowing blue orb in the centre of a small slab that’s lying on one of the tables. You walk over to it, studying it curiously.

“Is this it? It’s very beautiful.”

The door locks loudly and you realize that you’re alone with him, and him showing you the lab seems to have been a ruse. The sound of his cane hitting the cold floor as he walks towards you sends shivers down your spine and you look up at him, the heat back in his eyes and his voice is husky as he speaks.

“It is, but not as beautiful as you. Now, I do believe you require some disciplining for trying to make me jealous. Hopefully it will teach you not to try it again.

He walks over to one of the chairs and sits down, placing his cane next to him so it leans against the table as he looks up at you.

“Over my lap. Now.”

Your stomach knots, not sure what to expect; but you do as he says, walking over and lying across his knees. Is he going to spank you? Smack! You gasp as his hand connects with your ass, the impact stinging and sending a shockwave through your body as your stomach does a small flip. It hurts, but it also feels strangely exhilarating. His hand slowly rubs circles over the now red bruised area.

“Repeat after me, my dove. I will not get jealous.”

You hesitate for a moment and… Smack! He spanks you again, making you yelp softly.

“I… I will not get jealous.”

Smack!

“I don’t believe you. Make me believe you mean it.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. He isn’t spanking you the way a father does a child, there’s an air of sexual tension behind the act and it’s making it hard to focus as your head swims. It becomes even harder when his hand starts to rub circles over your burning skin.

“I will not be jealous.”

He hums approvingly, and for the moment it seems your spankings have come to an end?

“What have you learned today?”

Fuck.

“Not to make you angry?”

He chuckles, but no spanking follows, that’s good.

“What else?”

“Fuck me. Can’t we just skip this part and move on to where you bend me over a table and screw me until I can’t walk?”

SMACK! That one fucking hurt and you yell out, grabbing onto his leg and digging your nails into the soft fabric as you start to curse under your breath.

“While I would enjoy that very much, my dove. I did ask you a question to which I expect a certain answer.”

Deep breath, focus. What else is there that he could be talking about?

“Don’t be jealous, because I have nothing to be jealous about?”

You brace yourself, not sure what to expect; but the spank doesn’t come. Instead, he helps you stand up and turns you to face away from him as he lifts up your dress and places gentle kisses all over your red skin. You blush at the strangely sweet and intimate act. He stands up and you turn to face him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him, gently placing a finger beneath your chin to make sure you’re looking at him.

“How about we go to my room? I’ll bend you over a table another day. Right now, I’d rather have you in my bed.”

He kisses you sweetly, his lips warm and gentle against yours. This man is a walking contradiction, capable of both very kind and also very cruel acts. And you love him with all of your being.

“Ah. I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

He moves over to his desk, and you know it’s his, because it’s covered in notes written in his handwriting and strewn everywhere. He opens a drawer and takes out a small, simple box. He opens it before handing it to you and inside is a key. You cock an eyebrow at him as you pick up the key.

“Please don’t tell me this is the key to your heart?”

He chuckles, but shakes his head.

“It is the key to my room. I want you to move in with me?”

Made these for a friend 😂

Umbrella Academy season 4:

I finished the entire season a few nights ago, so lets talk about some things;

I haven't checked in with the fandom in any way, but from most of the tiktoks i've seen, not many like this season. Completely understandable, makes sense, especially after seeing that weird (a lot of people used the word:) predatory relationship which went down between Five and Lila. I definitely did not see it coming, and though I don't find it predatory myself, as they are both consenting adults, since Five is in the body of an (i think) 20-something year old, but has the mind of an (if i remember right) 60/70 year old(?). I think how it happened can also be an excuse; they were trapped together for (what felt like to them) 7 years. Not to mention that Five had probably been lonely for some time now, and though Lila claimed that her marriage satisfied her, I really don't think it did.

This all however, is totally not an excuse for their behavior. Lila was married with three kids, and Five was the brother of her husband. They were in-laws, which does add to the weird pile.

The only thing I really enjoyed about their "hang", was their travels through all the different timelines. And now we have another academy (The Phoenix Academy), that's just a fun thought. I would have loved to see an episode where they explored the different timelines with different academies.

In other news: I love Luther.

I'm sorry, but I just do. I think the way he desperately tries to keep everything together when it comes to their family is commendable. In previous season, I always hated how he excused Reggie's behavior, but now that he's left that behind and focuses solely on his siblings instead is adorable. Both and he and Allison have given up on the whole incestuous relationship they had, and now they don't even mention it nor acknowledge it. Though normally I would say that that's not a healthy way to deal, I think it's actually better to just leave it all be.

Yes, I know he's kind of pathetic. Yes, I know he is also somewhat selfish. No, I do not care. He's trying very hard to be cool older brother Luther and cool uncle Luther. I think his whole descent into sex work should have been talked about in a better way, but somehow he always brought it up as a thing he enjoys doing? I'm not going to go into prolematic things that the writers have been doing, but this is definitely one of them. There's nothing consensual about sex work, and it should never be shown as something that one might enjoy doing.

This is one of the first actual seasons, however, where we get to witness Diego doing his thing! (I know we've seen him do some other tricks, but they never been this detailed.) I was so shocked to see him do his little spin in the air to redirect the bullets during the second episode, but I was disappointed to see that Lila did NOT care.

Talking about Lila and Diego, did anybody else catch that one part in the first episode about how they basically had the twins accidentally? Diego explains to Luther that though he loves Lila and his kids, he feels exhausted and not at all satisfied. Then he explaines that they had the twins through Lila telling him that since she was breastfeeding, she couldn't get pregnant. It's unclear now if they were both mistaken, but just the way he was talking about it, it felt like to me that he felt betrayed by Lila. I'm pretty sure that Lila was aware that she could still get pregnant, she just knew that she wouldn't be able to convince Diego, so instead she did this.

Viktor is as cool as ever. He's always been very cool, but thinking back to all other old (pre-transition) Elliot Page roles, its so noticiable how uncomfortable he was in his body, and getting to see him now, playing a male character, whos not only accepted by his siblings but Reggie too?! Amazing. And him bonding with Reggie? Delicious, I ate that right up. Reggie calling him "boy" (and other masculine nicknames)? Love, love, love.

This is one point for the writers and Netflix, this is exactly how Hollywood should handle an actor coming out, and I hope that this will be an example for future media that will feature transgender actors in the middle of transitioning.

Klaus is our little weirdo who DESERVES a break. He needs it. Please.

We get to see him clean this season, but I did not expect him to behave like this while off drugs. Honestly, I'm not sure I expected anything. I guess I kind of just thought he'd do drugs anyway? Or that he'd get clean but still behave somewhat the same way.

Poor Klaus was also a character subjected to sex work this season, it just made a bit more sense this time. He definitely did not enjoy it, that was something they made very obvious, but they still couldn't do it just right. It was awful watching him have to make a choice between getting money to pay off his debt and leave or a sole condom for "dealing" with costumers. They didn't make it obvious how many clients he really had, but through dialog, you could kind of guess that he had way more than the one girl whose money he tried stealing.

I loved seeing his relationship with Allison this season. And I loved his relationship with Claire even more. I felt the scene where he went home to rob Allison's place so he could get money to buy drugs was realistic, but since I've never had any experiences with addiction of that kind, I won't speak on it.

The villains of the season were kind of nothing if I'm being honest. I loved their sense of style, but other than that they were basic, text-book style villains, who were mostly around to just help the story along. They weren't too memorable, but neither was Reggie's wife? Partner? I'm not sure who she was, or if she counts as a villain or not? I didn't really understand her role, but I did like how she treated the siblings the first time they met.

Then there is Ben and Jennifer.

I feel like we never really made Ben an official part of the siblings, even though he is supposed to be. His relationship with Jennifer was very cute, but once again, it was not too memorable, even though it was supposed to be the main story of the entire season. I find it weird how it all looks unplanned while also being completely planned? Like, you'd assume that ever since season 1, this has always been the story of Ben's death, and yet it still feels like it just wasn't? It feels like they were putting this whole thing together blindly, and then someone thought of the right thing and that was what made it all make sense.

And I don't like how things with Jennifer went unexplained! What does that fucking squid have to do with anything???

But anyway, other than all that, this season was a very basic example of a Netflix series. It was entertaining but not deep. It was a good watch, but I don't think I could ever do a re-watch. I think it was overall, just nice.