The Start Of Something Dangerous Pt1

The Start of something Dangerous Pt1

Pairing:  Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

No under 18's

@anoncat-007 thank you for the interesting fic idea ;)

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Ideas thrown in the wind #3

Ideas thrown in the wind #3 Pairing:  Yandere Machine! Viktor x F! Reader A/N: Anyone who wants to take one of these ideas of mine and cha

Just a little PSA. This will take place a few years after the events of the end of Arcane Season 1. Whatever happens in this fic is my own musings and not canon. No warnings yet, this is more of a prologue ;) Also, this is my first fic, so I hope you all enjoy.

Part 2 ; Part 3

You slowly sit down at your desk; it’s been a long day and it seems the paperwork just won’t end. You sigh as you take a sip of your fresh coffee, just the thing you need to keep going. The subtle taste of the sweetmilk you use to flavour your coffee brings back both fond and sorrowful memories. You remember the man who you gave your heart to so many years ago, his golden eyes forever embedded into your memories. You see them now almost as if the man himself were standing before you, giving you that same look he did the day you left him and you have to blink back tears at the recollection…

“Viktor, I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit by and watch you kill yourself!”

“Do you have a better solution, my dove? Because it doesn’t seem like anyone else does. Doctors, Jayce, no one has any answers for me. So please, do enlighten me.”

“You know I don’t. I’m not a doctor or a scientist. But I do love you and I wish instead of killing yourself you’d spend what time you have left with those you love. Please Viktor, for me.”

“Can’t you see that’s exactly why I’m doing this. So that I’ll have more time to spend with you. So that I’ll have time to leave behind a legacy, my own legacy. If you love me as you say you do, you would understand this. You would want this for me.”

“I do love you. I will always love you. But I can’t continue to stand by and watch you kill yourself in your pursuit of a Hextech cure for yourself. Goodbye Viktor, I really do hope you find what you’re looking for.”

You remember gently touching his cheek before walking away; that was the last time you saw him, your last memory of him looking at you with something akin to despair in his beautiful golden eyes. Not long after that there was an attack on the council, some kind of bomb launched at the council chambers. Everyone would have died had it not been for councillor Medarda, she somehow felt the incoming bomb and managed to warn everyone to evacuate. Much of the building was destroyed, but buildings can be repaired; the important thing is that no one died that day. That’s the day the war between Piltover and Zaun started, that was also the day Viktor disappeared along with his Hex-claw and some of the Hex Crystals he and Jayce had created.

It had taken years, but things were finally better. A kind of unspoken truce had settled between Piltover and Zaun, even though no one dares cross the bridge unless completely necessary. Jayce has tried many times to get in contact with whomever now rules Zaun, but every time he’s met with hostility and sidestepping; but he swears he won’t stop, he wants a working relationship between Zaun and Piltover.

“Mama! Mama!”

You’re pulled from your reverie by an adorable ten-year-old boy who comes running in, brandishing some sort of contraption in his hands. His chestnut hair is wild and curling in every direction, his golden eyes shining with delight and you can’t help but feel a gentle smile tug at the corners of your lips.

“What is it my little monkey?”

“Mama, look what I made?!”

He hands you the object he was holding and you start to carefully examine it as he watches you intently. You slowly turn it over in your hands, looking at it from every possible angle. It looks like a three-dimensional star, but you can’t really see what it’s for. You smile as you hold it back out to your son.

“It’s very beautiful, does it do anything?”

He grins happily as he takes it, twisting it so that one of the stars points pop open to reveal the empty space inside.

“It’s a jewellery box! I made it for you mama!”

You pull him into a tight hug as you place kisses all over his face and he squeals with joy as he pretends to try and push your face away.

“Moooooom!”

You hear laughter coming from the doorway and you see your best friend standing there, shaking his head at you and your son.

“The poor kid never had a chance.”

Your son turns to look at him and then runs over to hug one of his legs.

“Uncle Jayce! Mom liked her jewellery box!”

“I’m glad. Did you tell her how hard you worked on it?”

Your son nods vigorously before running out of the room and not long after you hear him busy in his room, possibly building something else. You stand up and walk over to Jayce, giving him a welcoming hug. He returns the hug and you feel him let out a sigh, making you smile.

“Long day, Counsellor?”

He slowly releases you, smiling as he nods.

“Too long. But nothing I’m not used to. How about you?”

You lead him to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil once more as you and Jayce talk. You both became a lot closer since Viktor left, relying on each other. Your friendship with him became even more important to you once you found out you were pregnant with Viktor’s child. Jayce and Mel both helped through all of it; pregnancy, birth and everything that’s followed since. You even made Jayce your sons godfather and he’s been diligently living up to that role. Jayce has even been teaching him about science and helping him build whatever he can imagine, the little jewellery box his latest invention of sorts. He’s so much like Viktor it makes your heart hurt. He’s smart and brave and if one of his ideas doesn’t work, he keeps at it until it does. And as intelligent as he is he has an even bigger heart; if he isn’t bringing home something he made he brings home some kind of stray animal, staring at you with big doe eyes as he begs you to let him keep it. You love your son more than you ever thought it possible to love another human being.

…

A few weeks pass in relative peace, work consuming most of your time. Today you decide to stop working early and go by the lab to pick up Ambrose, saving Jayce the effort of dropping him off. He’s been spending more and more time with Jayce, becoming kind of his unofficial lab assistant. You three have an understanding; Ambrose goes to school and then he may go to the lab once school is out, but he may only start helping Jayce with his work once his homework is finished. Jayce often tells you of little Ambrose sighing in annoyance at his school work as he rushes to finish it, science far more interesting to him than learning proper grammar or history. You smile now, remembering this as you push open the lab door, knocking on the door frame as you walk in. You notice Jayce sitting at his table, deeply engrossed in his notes as he scribbles furiously and you clear your throat to try and get his attention. His head bobs up and he looks at you, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

“Y/N, what brings you here today? Miss me that much?”

You feel your brows furrow in confusion as you look at him.

“Where’s Ambrose?”

“What do you mean? He told me yesterday he wasn’t coming. He said you’d asked him to go home after school, that you needed him for something today.”

You feel ice form in your veins as dread seizes your heart. Your face must have told him everything because Jayce suddenly jumps up, looking almost as worried as you feel.

“Fuck. Now it makes sense. He’s been asking about Viktor more and more.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“And what exactly did you tell him?”

“Only the basics. He was a genius scientist and my best friend and that you both truly loved each other. I also told him Vik came from Zaun but that he did all of his studies here and this is where all of us met.”

Something seems to fall into place in your mind and you turn quickly, rushing out and going home as fast as your feet can carry you. You burst into Ambrose’s room, walking straight to his desk and going through all the papers strewn about, absentmindedly thinking how he’s just as messy as his father. Your fears are confirmed when you find notes on Zaun, maps of some of the areas with notes written in a messy scrawl all of them pointing to one place. An abandoned factory in the dark depths of Zaun with two words written next to it:

“Machine Herald”

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Caitlyn’s dad appreciation post

The parenting challenge:

Your daughter dissapears for two days. She turns up breaking into her own room, wounded, and smelling of sewage, brothel and gunpowder, with a complete stranger. Your wife is threatening them with a hunting rifle.

His reaction:

1- Hug. Tight. No questions asked.

2- Give the stranger a good once-over. Like, 5 seconds long. His eyes probably said to Vi thank you ♡ oh… wow, okay… wow… all at once.

3- *Glower* at his wife, upper lip pursed in utter disgust, when she called the person “a stray”.

4- Remove suspicious bits of metal from his daughter’s leg while she rants and curses. Still no questions asked. No eyebrows raised. Only delicately pulling really sharp bits of metal fireflies (okay?) from her leg, while she moves quite a bit.

5- Deploy most powerful weapon in his arsenal, The Puppy Eyes, to obtain permission for his daughter to rest (yes, “rest” with that girl waiting in her bedroom). Of course, The Puppy Eyes work. It gets her an audience with the council AND a moment of intimacy.

[As a side note, Cait is absolutely going to deploy those same Puppy Eyes on Vi, all the time. Vi is so fucked.]

Her dad is definitely where Caitlyn gets *that* attitude from. You know, the “I don’t fear difference and I’m going to treat you like a person and care for you now” attitude? Yeah, it’s from him.

His name is Tobias. He gets the trophy for best dad. 🏆

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updated: 12/25/21

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WRECKED, part 1

THUNDER, part 2

FOLLOW YOU, part 3

I have an idea for you if you want...

You are so good at writing yandere! Viktor, how about a reader of his is also a yandere and it's just getting annoyed with other people stealing each other's attention and how Viktor deals with the reader being jealous, being so casual with things like "I want to cut off his hands her/ kill her for taking her attention away from me”

Thank you so much. It means a lot to me to know you enjoy the fics. That's a really great idea and I'm definitely going to give it some thought ❤