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.

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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”

Hi guys. Just a quick little update. Sorry Unfinished Business Part 2 is taking a while. I promise it's still coming, things are just slightly hectic at home for me right now. Love you all

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?”

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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

How To Avoid Plot Armor

Plot armor is when important characters seem to survive each and every treacherous obstacle that is thrown their way just for the sake of the plot. The readers know that your protagonist is important and won’t meet their demise because who else will defeat the bad guy in the end? This can result in underwhelming battle scenes, loss of suspense and an overall boring experience.

Here are some ways to avoid having your readers notice the plot armor (because let’s be honest, it’s there whether we like or not) or at least make it more realistic:

1) Injure your characters. Let it be known that no one is safe. During the heat of battle, the prized soldier loses his sword arm. The invincible superhero receives PTSD after witnessing a terrible event. Raise the stakes!

2) If they escape, make it believable. Did they sacrifice something to escape? Did a past experience give them the wits and knowledge to outsmart the danger? Justify your protagonist’s escape. Don’t make it an easy get away just because you need them out of the situation. 

3) There are consequences. Every action sparks a reaction. Have there be realistic push back. Your character shouldn’t be immune to the rules and laws of your world.

4) Detailed Explanations. So, your character needs their limbs, their sanity and anything else you could strip them of. How do you make it seem like they’re not immune to everything then? Equip them with what they need (knowledge, weapon, confidence, etc) and really sell it to your reader on how they survived. 

There’s no way a teenaged girl stakes a 400 year old vampire just by picking up a branch and defending herself. Equip her with some knowledge of vampires (fanfics to the rescue?), an ancient relic that she unknowingly wears around her neck and an insane amount of adrenaline… and maybe I’ll believe it.

5) Kill off other characters. Have their deaths affect the protagonist.

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