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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.”

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

POP ROCKS & PUNCHES MASTERLIST

updated: 12/25/21

𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

WRECKED, part 1

THUNDER, part 2

FOLLOW YOU, part 3

The Start of something Dangerous Pt2

Here is a link to Part 1, if you haven't read it yet ;) And here is Part 3

No under 18's

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore. Alludes to possible SA/mugging. Some possible angst? And stressful situations.

Note: I wrote this while listening to the Arcane Score soundtrack, so if you want to add to the angst and dread, I suggest listening to that as you read this. Enjoy. Part 3 coming soon.

I named your and Viktor's son Ambrose because if you search the meaning, Ambrose means Immortal or Immortality. Thought it kind of fitting ;)

The door creaks open slowly and out of the corner of his eye he can just see Blitzcrank peak his head inside of his work room. With an audible sigh the Machine Herald looks up at his creation, the mask obscuring the frown on his face.

“What is it Blitzcrank? You know I do not like being disturbed when I’m working.”

“Father unit, there is a child at the door seeking…”

Blitz doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before a child rushes past him causing the Machine Herald to jump to his feet as Blitz tries to grab the small intruding figure, failing as the child nimbly moves out of his grasp and runs to embrace the Machine Heralds leg in what he can only assume is a hug. The child looks up at him with an expectant, almost hopeful look and there’s something familiar about the young face staring up at him. The Herald lets out a huff as he, as gently as is possible for him, tries to extricate his leg from the death grip the child has on it.

“Who are you, child? And why are you here? You don’t seem to need my help?”

“I knew you were alive! And now I’ve found you! Mama is going to be so happy when I tell her!”

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Your boots thud against the cobbled road as you run towards the bridge, not sure how Ambrose made it across, but knowing him and his determination, if that’s what he wanted to do he would have found a way. You silently curse yourself for being so foolish, an intelligent boy such as himself, of course he would want to see the place his father grew up in; but what does this Machine Herald have to do with that? Even in Piltover you’ve heard talk about him, how he experiments on the residents of Zaun only to leave them disfigured once he’s done with them or grows bored of them. You shudder to think what he might do to your dear Ambrose should he get his hands on him. You ignore the burning in your chest as you start to run even faster, your son’s safety the only thing you care about.

It took a substantial bribe, but you’ve made; “Welcome to Zaun” you think to yourself as you wrap your scarf around your mouth and nose to try and block out the smog clogging the air. Pulling up your dark grey hood you set off deeper into the dark undercity, praying your sense of direction doesn’t fail you as you glance at the map Ambrose had left in his room. You’ve only been here once before, and that time you had Viktor as a guide. You had foolishly accompanied him on his quest to obtain shimmer from an old acquaintance of his in his pursuit to use the Hexcore on himself. You hadn’t wanted him to travel to the undercity alone, even if you didn’t approve of his plans. You sigh as you now try to navigate these twisted roads and alleyways on your own, your heart ready to jump out of your chest at the rate it’s beating. You glance down at the map in your hands, just a few more turns and you should be there, you just pray that Ambrose is safe. You look up from your map as you turn a corner, only to stop dead in your tracks. Your path is blocked by two rather imposing men who suddenly look up at your arrival, stopping whatever discussion they were having.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I think I took a wrong turn.”

As you spin around to leave, you walk straight into the chest of a third man entering the alleyway just behind you. A sturdy arm wraps around your waist to keep you from falling, but doesn’t seem to be letting go now that you’re steady on your feet again. A menacing grin spreads over his face as you try and push him away from you with all of your might. You hear the other two men now start to move closer and you feel panic rising in your throat like bile.

“Let go of me!”

“Now, now. The less you struggle, the faster this will be over.”

“I said let go of me you brute!!”

The three men erupt with laughter at you; weather it’s because of your useless struggling or your feeble attempt at name calling, you can’t be sure. The arm around your waist becomes a crushing vice and you struggle to draw a full breath, hopelessly pushing and swatting at the man holding you. You can hear your own blood pounding in your ears, deafening you to the sounds around you as your fight to free yourself consumes you; when suddenly the arm around you goes slack and the feeling of something warm and viscous sprays onto your face. You open your eyes that you hadn’t even realized you’d shut tight only to be met with some kind of horror in front of you. All three men lay bloodied and bleeding around you, their eyes open and staring at nothing as a small river of red slowly pools around your boots before flowing out into the dark abandoned street of Zaun. You feel your body tense up and as you inhale to let out a scream, something clamps over your mouth. A strange, yet sweet smell fills your nose and lungs and fogs over your brain and suddenly everything goes dark…

I think this is kind of the image you're looking for?

I need a picture of Vi when it’s that shot of her after she and Jayce tag team. It’s like after jayce is done bitching at her and just before she smashes the tank of shimmer

I might go find it myself and post but anyone has it gimme gimme please 🙏🏼