#As Long As It Takes ⟪Blitzcrank⟫

[popawritter12]

that post of yours about how every yandere in league of legends is consenting made me think about how they are when it comes to jealousy I just love your posts

Author's notes: I know, im very young in this plataform, but things in my "love life" make me change a LOT of things in my life, so... I guess that i'm coming back bcs i "come back" to normal.

Also I had this thought for a long time so... Let me explain it first.

Of course that i will divide it in a total of four categories:

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, it gonna "take measures".

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

So, let's start

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, they gonna "take measures".

Alistar, Anivia, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Galio, Ivern, Janna, Jax, Kai'sa, Karma, Kassadin, Lee Sin, Leona, Lillia, Malphite, Maokai, Master Yi, Morgana, Nami, Neeko, Orianna, Pantheon, Rakan, Riven, Ryze, Shen, Skarner, Soraka, Taliyah, Taric, Wukong, Yasuo, Yone, Yorick, Zac and Zilean.

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

Ahri, Akshan, Aphelios, Caitlyn, Camille, Ekko, Garen, Gragas, Gwen, Hwei Illao, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Kalistam Kayle, Nautilus, Nilah, Olaf, Ornn, Quinn, Rell, Samira, Senna, Sona, Tryndamere, Varus, Volibear, Xin Zhao and Zeri.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

Akali, Ashe, Azir, Darius, Diana, Draven, Fiora, Jayce, Jhin, Katarina, Kayn, K'sante, Lucian, Lux, Miss Fortune, Nasus, Nidalee, Pyke, Qiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Rengar, Sejuani, Seraphine, Sett, Shivana, Sivir, Swain, Sylas, Talon, Twisted Fate, Vayne, Viktor, Xayah and Zed.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Cassiopeia, Dr.Mundo, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Malzahar, Nocturne, Shaco, Singed, Thresh, Udyr, Vi, Xerath and Zyra.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Aatrox, Aurelion Sol, Brand, Bel' veth, Briar, Hecarim, Jinx, Karthus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Sion, Syndra, Trundle, Tham Kench, Urgot, Vel' Koz, Viego, Vladimir and Warwick.

And, there are two exception of all of this categories; Ezreal and Graves. Why? Well, First i thought that both of them would really be the 3rd categorie, but then i realiced that... The two of them would TRY to kill the cause of they jealousy, but... They literally kill the "cause" by accident ---or directly didn't even get it---, so... that is my explication.

Im gonna say it, it was so funny to do this, and I really say that I must be thankfull to all of the Anon's that try activelly to "revive" this side of mine of hiperfilaxion with Yanderism and my favorite games.

Also, I learned to crochet and do pixel art so im guess that im gonna put some of that from time to time in this account. I wish to all of you the best! <3

[bringthekaos]

Cuz that’s the thing with Viktor, there’s not much that’s beyond his control these days, and that’s by design (...) you can’t do that forever. It’ll eat you alive.

Jayce learns the hard way when Viktor is about to implode. His movements become more stiff, with random bursts of gear grinding and jolts. The shimmer injectors working iust little more than usua. He goes almost mute, but when he talks the modulator sound even raspier. He doesn't take off the mask.

I was just gunna answer this with some more meta or analysis but you know what… this one deserves a little ficlet. Let’s call it Overheated.

Overheated

Jayce knew something was wrong the moment he stepped foot inside Viktor’s lab. Sure, the air was stifling from the myriad of running machines and clouds of puffy steam… but it was the subtle little in-between things that tipped Jayce off; like a single snagged thread pulling at a compromised seam. It was the why that mattered.

It was stifling and hot because something was throwing off Viktor’s usual protocols. Something was clouding his typically routine-oriented mind, keeping him from noticing the abnormally warm and hazy state of his lab. He was fixated on something, fixated hard enough that the best interest of his gadgets was slipping his mind.

Jayce could hear him before he could see him—loudly tinkering away around the corner in what stood for a measly bedroom. And there was a shortness, a tension to said tinkering that didn’t usually plague Viktor’s work. Usually, he was precise and careful to a fault; his work so clean, well… a machine might as well have done it.

And while Viktor’s moods were wholly different nowadays, given the emotional suppressor, Jayce was beginning to re-learn them. He’d once likened it to putting a diamond under a hydraulic press—it would be tough, it would be fortified. It could withstand more pressure than almost any other substance on the planet. But eventually something would give. And it wouldn’t go quietly, either; no, it would be explosive.

So rather than injecting himself into that maelstrom, Jayce steered clear of his former partner for now and instead went about doing what he knew he could to help—wandering quietly into the workshop proper and flipping the switch to power on Viktor’s air filtration system. If they’d been in Piltover, he could have just popped a few windows open, but down here in Zaun, that would just pollute the air further.

So next he went for the cooling fans over in the corner where Blitzcrank’s charging bay sat empty, and angled them toward Viktor’s bedroom before flipping those on as well. And finally, after listening for a moment and hearing only a loud crash and litany of mumbled bilingual curses, Jayce went for the small kitchen counter, rinsed the sole mug that didn’t have cracks in it, and poured a healthy amount of sweetmilk.

Then it was just a matter of wrangling this particular runaway train. So Jayce steeled himself, clutching the mug close to his chest as he meandered into Viktor’s bedroom.

It was immediately clear where the steam had come from—not the many running machines, though those were noticeably hot even from several feet away—no, it was Viktor himself.

The vents in his neck were set at an extreme angle, letting out puff after puff of heavy, thick steam that occasionally turned black when Viktor released a particularly strained breath. There was loud, chaotic rattling resonating from points of tension all over his mechanical body—his neck, his chest, his left arm and leg. And beneath it all, the subtle little hiss of the Shimmer injectors as they delivered micro doses like clockwork to combat his visibly agitated state.

That was the thing about suppressing his emotions… suppress them long enough, and they’re bound to recoil. It was simple physics—and while Jayce could have mentioned this, could have piped up about I warned you this would happen, that this isn’t healthy, and now look what it’s done to you, that would just be throwing gasoline onto the fire, and that was the last thing Viktor needed. So Jayce went a different route.

He cautiously stepped forward, patting Viktor on the back once to announce his presence before leaning past him and setting the mug down in the only mess-less corner he could find.

“You, uh… you wanna talk about it?” he asked, cringing at the mother-hen inflection.

Viktor did not answer—instead taking a single step to the side and deliberately turning his back on Jayce. The vents in his neck sent out another huff of black, and Jayce took this for what it was; don’t mother me, it’s insulting.

But Jayce wasn’t deterred—after all, why was a little mothering such a bad thing? Some care, some consideration, some warmth and doting? Everyone could use that every once in a while. Yes, even the infallible Machine Herald. Especially the infallible Machine Herald.

“V?” he prodded, his hand hovering at Viktor’s back as he tried to decide if touching was the best idea right now.

“No,” Viktor snapped, and even just from that one word alone, Jayce could hear the stress on the voice modulator—low and raspy, as if he’d recently spent a significant amount of time raising his voice.

“Okay,” Jayce agreed, retracting his hand and taking a step away—just freeing up Viktor’s space so he wouldn’t feel so constricted.

Instead, Jayce peered down at the project Viktor had been angrily funneling his not-very-suppressed emotions into. It appeared to be a modification for Blitzcrank’s revolving gadget arm; replacing several busted or outmoded gadgets and rewiring the entire thing to make switching between options a quicker and more seamless operation.

So without another word, Jayce pulled up a stool, grabbed Viktor’s spare pliers, and went to work—removing and rewiring the attachment ports, thus freeing Viktor up to focus on the gadgets themselves.

And for the longest time, they simply worked—shoulders bumping every so often as they just shared in the silence, in the heady weight of each other’s company. They worked, as they always had, like a well-oiled machine; wordlessly passing tools to each other and reading the other’s needs as if it were their own. And slowly but surely, the rattling within Viktor’s chest began to go quiet, the hissing tempo of his overworking injectors steadily slowed and eventually stopped. And Jayce could hear it more than see it when the tension in those rigid metal shoulders relaxed—a creak and a groan like hot metal plunged into an ice bath.

Finally, after Gods knew how long, Viktor’s movements ceased entirely—his hands stalling where they were turning a bolt on the wrist rotator and a single, long sigh leaving the voice modulator like struck glass.

Jayce mimicked it, stilling his hands and turning his head to peer at the flat, unreadable surface of Viktor’s mask with eyes that hopefully said are you okay now? That’s all I wanted, all that mattered—that you’re okay.

And he wasn’t sure how, but he could just tell Viktor was giving him a withering, grateful grin under that mask.

“Thank you, sluníčko,” he said, voice even and harmonic like morning church bells.

Jayce offered up a proud, toothy smile before leaning in and placing a quick, chaste kiss to the mask, right where Viktor’s lips would be—silently communicating that I know you feel like you have to keep it on sometimes, that you don’t like what you’re feeling, and you don’t want anyone to see that, even me. And that’s ok. Keep it on, if that’s what makes you comfortable. I can love you with it on just the same.

A new series of whirs and clicks went off in Viktor’s neck, followed by a short burst of steam, but this time Jayce knew them to be a good sign—the Machine Herald’s version of a blush.

[akc-g]

anyways i think im officially not gonna get myself to do this so ill reveal info on that vkjc au i was gonna make a longfic abt the one for these vkjcs

i posted a few times abt how i loved the idea of leagueverse n arcaneverse being consecutive timelines in the way each reboot of devilman is The Next Universe ryo n akira are destinated to ruin. so the idea was there were 3 main verses n then mentions n occassional chapters abt others so it was infinity of timelines stacked on top each other of viktor n jayce meeting n viktor fucking it up beyond repair and being doomed to only realize when it was too late or she was abt to die.

the main verse it followed was gonna be the au i frequently draw above: vague 2010s modern day where a meteor was coming to take the world out and viktor n jayce were trying to rebuild blitzcrank after abandoning the project in college yrs prior. viktors deal was in college they had the usual situationship w jayce n then got into a horrible car accident that caused them to have a near-death vision of other viktors trying to warn them to not fuck this up. n it freaked them out so bad they completely ghosted jayce for a few yrs so he ended up thinking they just. died.

idm spoiling beats even if i somehow come back to it but the arc was gonna be that viktor was using both the meteor n blitzcrank to reconnect bc they felt guilty abt everything. n then jayce n vik slowly falling back in love jn the process n the ultimate test of if viktor could actually change as a person was that the meteor managed to be subverted n they had to still be willing to be vulnerable with jayce even if death wasnt looming over them. the end was gonna be v open bc itd imply the timelines didnt stop but that they had the chance to no longer be out of viktors hands.

the other beat was that this was happening at all bc viktor in one leagueverse was the sole survivor of this final battle between zaun n piltover n a Great God found it amusing how they were STILL sulking over jayce n pretending they werent they decided to have fun n make them self aware of timelines n in this doomed situation.

i qrote a few chapters idk if theyre too long for screenshots but ill rb w tyem lol

[oh-the-misery]

JayVik Fic Update: My Dear Adversary

Chapter 8: I Want You All The Time is up!

Excerpt:

Jayce sat up. “You alright?” “Yes, I’m fine.” Viktor answered. “Did you take a break?” “Blitz is a witness if you want to track them down… But yes, I did…” He paused to try to catch his breath. His limbs felt weak. “I sat for a little while and ate something.” “Good.” There were black spots in his vision now, so he bowed his head and covered his eyes. Why had he come in here again? Right. “We need to-” There were footsteps. “You need to sit down right now.” Oddly enough, he heard his crutch drop to the ground first, then he realized he was falling. Sort of. Jayce had caught him awkwardly, and was trying his best to hold him up as Viktor attempted to get his feet under him to no avail. Then Jayce seemingly cut his losses, and slowly lowered them down to their knees, which was easier on both their ends. Viktor decided to stay like that for a while, slumped against his friend as the rest of the spell passed. Jayce’s voice was worried. “What?”

His hold became a little tighter. “You with me, V?” “Yeah…” He took in a sharp inhale and sat himself up. Jayce let him part away, but one of his hands lingered softly by Viktor’s jaw for a moment before he quickly shifted it down to his shoulder. “You’re sure?” He briefly wondered if he had imagined the gentle touch to his face. He set the thought aside and nodded. 

Summary: With Shimmer rampant, and his The Council in corrupt waters, Jayce travels to the Undercity to get to the bottom of Shimmer production to expose his colleagues. Coincidentally, his long-time adversary, Viktor, is also looking to end the Shimmer Crisis for the sake of Zaun’s health. Normally, Jayce wouldn’t trust an enemy, but he has no funds or allies in his research. He could only hope he wasn’t making a mistake.

Status: In Progress. Frequent Updates.

Ratings & Warnings: T for Canon-Typical Violence and Minor Character Death, Shimmer Abuse.

Relationships: JayVik, previous SkyVik

Characters: Viktor, Sky Young, Jayce Talis, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Rio, Ekko, Blitzcrank, Jinx, Silco

Misc Info: Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Slow burn

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Start at Ch 1

[hexcoremagician]

shimmerbeasts asked:

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) (Silco for Viktor, also just for emphasis he does that GENTLY!)

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠-𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗, 𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗. The tunnels that ran through the undercity were vast, almost like catacombs. And that was what Tomo had intended them to be for Viktor: a final resting place. He'd planned to steal the inventor's work, use his invention to apply for the Academy in Piltover, and had hoped to destroy his father's burgeoning hold on the undercity in the process.

"Of course I didn't love you," comes the harsh whisper, fingers tangled in Viktor's hair. The brown wisps are pulled so tight that all he can do is yelp against the hard floor as he's yanked. He is face down, nose almost pressed to a puddle.

"Who could? You're weak. The only good thing about your is your brain, but don't worry, I'll put all of your inventions to good use. Blitzcrank will get me into the Academy."

Sudden pressure hits his right knee, jolting and preventing him from a response. A foot, pressing against the soft underside of the joint. Something starts to give way.

"No, please, no - " Viktor cries, struggles, but his cane is out of reach, and his trusting heart had made him carry no weapons. He'd even forgone the augments he'd installed in his cane, because he was in love. He was a fool. Such a fool.

A loud sound, between a crunch and a pop, reaches his ears. The pain that follows makes him moan brokenly, sweat breaking out all over his thin form. The sounds that leave his lips are almost inhuman. That is how much he hurt.

"Poor Viktor. You'll never be anything. You're useless. Hope you like it down here. This is where you'll die. I mean, weren't you going to, anyway?"

Something wet and sticky, a glob of spit, hit the back of his head. Viktor couldn't focus on anything else but the pain, and soon enough, when he took what he thought was his agonizing last breath, he faded into a swirling ink sea, Rio happily running behind him.

It was the scent of cigar smoke that woke him. His head was pounding, and suddenly, the floor was rushing to meet him, all of reality crumbling underneath his feet, though he stayed still. Viktor's golden eyes tried to find purchase on anything to soothe the spinning. Before he knew it, he was attempting to get out of bed, hoping that would make him feel better, and instead of getting out of bed as he expected, he felt a firm hand gently push him down.

His focus became a pinpoint from the action, and the pounding of his head faded to a gentle thud.

Viktor stared up at his father with a look of surprise. Silco was here. How long had he been at his bedside? Though his features were pale, paler than usual, and the young inventor regarded his father with bewilderment, a tender concern laid within the expression.

"Father? Are you well?"

His voice shook. Viktor clutched at his father's arm; oh, how silly it was for the sickly fifteen year old to ask Silco when he was not the one in the bed. And then, as if remembering everything that occured, more panic flashed upon his features.

"My lab. Blitzcrank. Are they - are they safe? How long was I out?"

He moved too quickly, and the pain of his leg shocked him. Ah, Tomo had broken that. The reminder made him wince. His voice was gruff, gruffer than he'd ever allowed himself to get before.

"I want to kill him. He left me. It wasn't genuine. He. Father, he didn't love me. It was a trick. I want to make him bleed. He wants to steal my work, take my interview at the Academy. It was all a ploy to - to. To leave me for dead."

[shinobi-illuminator]

I finished Arcane and here are a few things I'd like to say...

The Ending instantly hit Me (I wanted to cry so bad around that ending due to feels)

Am I the only one who can relate to Jinx? Cuz part of Me feels like I can at least relate to her in some sort of way

WHAT!? Sky instantly gets killed right away?! I was hoping for some potential between Her and Viktor and that gets instantly thrown out right away?

So far, I really liked the show and some of its characters. I play not have played League of Legends as much as you do but as I've read, LoL came out like long before Arcane sooooo you don't suppose Season 2 is gonna end up much like the Game, right?

Yeah. It’s always ep3 and ep9 that always hits you where it hurts. I now cry when Silco dies.

I’m not surprised with your feelings with Jinx. She’s easily one of the juiciest characters in the piece and she is given nuance to her struggles.

Yep! And I have a hunch as to why. First— Viktor now is faced with a dilemma, his efforts to push progress to save his skin got Sky killed. And he never even knew she loved him until he read her diary. It’s a mirror back to Jayce too after he raid’s the factory and accidentally kills Renni’s son. Both men of progress have now got spilt blood on their hands.

But! Lore wise as a prediction for season 2, we never get to see what Sky’s project was. I think it’s Blitzcrank the robot. Once Viktor survives the nuke, he’ll take what he needs and completes her work for her. Sort of making the son they never had. In lore, Blitz sort of treats Viktor like a dad.

Funny enough I have NOT played League of Legends. Most folks I’ve spoken to who have told me if I love Arcane I SHOULD NOT play the game. But I love the folklore, so I’ve listened in on that to get possible hints on what to expect for later. It’s not one for one. Arcane is a prequel of sorts, but it takes liberties to rewrite stuff to fit as a show instead of a game. Which I love.

All and all, “All I want for Christmas is season 2” 🎵 🎶 — which is coming hopefully next year!

[thesinglegear]

"ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ sᴀɪᴅ ɪғ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ."

"ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇɴɪᴇ."

[metalvsflesh]

dad & son...

[thesinglegear]

"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀʟғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ," the golem quipped back, without a moment’s hesitation. He made a dramatic show of rolling his eyes as soon as Viktor rounded back with the tool box. "ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ 'ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ' ᴀɴᴅ 'ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ's. ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ 𝟹𝟶���� - ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ - sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs."

Blitzcrank - for lack of a better term - squatted to the level requested. There was a certain smugness to the way he handled himself, despite his expression staying completely neutral. As if one were waiting for a prank to start...

wink. [nonverbal prompts] (thesinglegear)

"Hold still."

Viktor left for only a moment, returning with a tool box and step ladder.

"Kneel, please. Your right eye seems to be malfunctioning."

[juuuulez]

Machine Herald! Viktor Headcanons

info: 651 words of Glorious Evolution, and a cute little drabble at the end <3

cws: none! unless you’re scared of a little league lore…

I also mentioned that, if you’d like to see the metal man in the flesh, Viktor content can be found in both Vi’s and Jayce’s Legends of Runeterra stories!!! Here and Here, they only go for 4 mins each and have beautiful voice acting!

- You probably have your own mask. He made it for you to wear whenever clients come around to the lab, not wanting to give away your precious identity.

- Actually, he is real strict about protecting you. Safety was never a concern before you came along, Viktor is a big metal giant, nobody ever threatens to oppose him. (And when they do, it’s not pretty. This man has lasers).

- So when his life is uprooted by a small, fleshy human, Viktor isn’t too sure how to act. Dangerous people come by his lab every day, criminals and various threats that could end you in one swoop.

- It becomes pretty quickly known that the Machine Herald has a little companion, a pet as the local Chem-Barons like to call you. The nickname originally rubbed him the wrong way, but after you’d laughter it off he figured it wasn’t so bad. It made Viktor feel like he owned you, that you were his to protect and take care of.

- Yeah, so pretty possessive. Sometimes even overbearingly-so, but it comes from a good place. I’d say he has a good heart, but….

- Despite the rivalry that Viktor holds with Jayce, the two of you actually still get along quite well. Sometimes when Viktor is being particularly snappy, or just not letting you do anything, you’ll slink up to Piltover and sulk to Jayce. The two knew eachother for a long time, so he’s usually a good source of advice.

- Blitzcrank adores you.

- Viktor probably convinced you to have an alteration of your own, maybe a robotic arm or leg. He wants you to experience the Glorious Evolution.

- HE GROWLS 😍😍😍

- Dead serious. Canon. Actual fact.

“Don’t touch,” Viktor scolded, hands working away and some sort of contraption. Defiant, you continued to try and poke around at it, to which the Hexclaw slapped your fingers away.

This was a regular occurrence, when you’d get kind of snappy and start trying to distract Viktor. He feared that he didn’t give you enough attention, or the care that you needed, due to always being busy with work. It was a telltale sign that his pet was in need of some extra love.

“Five more minutes, baby.”

Those words should have soothed you, but they only added to the antsy fire in your gut. It was always five more minutes. Truely, you were sick of that phrase. Sick of always waiting a little longer, until eventually, something else came up. He needed to see a client, or fix Blitzcrank, or you just got tired and went to bed alone.

Hands trailed up Viktor’s metal neck, fingertips scraping over the patterned ridges. The noise stopped as you reached flesh, hooking underneath his mask with one finger and pulling it up.

A surprised, metallic warble left his mouth. The cutest sound.

“That is a safety hazard. I cannot continue working.” Viktor muttered, finally turning around in his chair to face you. Immediately, your hands were all over him. Thumbs pressing into the soft skin of his face, fingertips ghosting over his cheekbones. It was quite easy to say that you were obsessed with his face.

“Good,” You mumbled, sliding a hand into his hair, which had grown considerably long. “Just means you’ll have to pay attention to me instead.”

Two big hands wrapped around your waist, giving a gentle little tug. You understood the message, not hesitating to clamber into your boyfriends lap. It felt so safe there, resting against his chest, tucked away where the world couldn’t get you.

“I’ve got you, dear. I do apologise for being so absorbed with work. Though, you were well aware of my position upon deciding to intrude on my life. But no matter what I’m doing, my heart will always belong to you, until the end of time. Ehh, not literally, of course.”

[blueroseava]

The Start of something Dangerous Pt3

Here is Part 1 & Part 2 if you missed it. This is the final part of this fic, I hope you all have enjoyed it. @anoncat-007 @sweetpotato-97

No under 18's

Pairing: Yandere Machine Viktor x F Reader

Warnings: NSFW smut, Angst, Mentions of murder, Strangling. I think that's it... Sorry if forgot something.

Note: I absolutely love Blitzcrank, he's such a good older brother. Wish there was more Blitz content in this. So as I said, this is the final part, and get ready, because it's a long one. ;)

You wake up slowly as you feel someone shaking you softly, trying to stir you from your involuntary slumber. As you are finally able to open your eyes, you see a massive shape looming over you and you somehow by sheer reflex manage to fling yourself to the opposite side of the bed you’re lying on, a small squeak of a scream escaping your lips. The copper golem stares at you, bright blue eyes unblinking as it studies you. It doesn’t seem to be a threat, at least not at the moment. You can’t help but smile as it slowly tilts its head from one side to the other, as if pondering a question.

“It is good you are finally awake, mother unit. Brother has been asking for you. He is currently in the lab; father unit is showing him how he builds the parts to help the people.”

Your eyes widen as you jump to your feet, walking over to the golem you grasp one of his large hands in both of yours, your eyes pleading.

“Please take me to my son.”

He nods and turns, leading you out of the room. As you follow him you notice the height of the ceiling, realising this must be the warehouse on the map from Ambrose’s room; it must have been refurbished to double as a house and workshop. You walk past a kitchen and living room area before the golem turns and climbs up a flight of stairs. He slowly pushes open a door at the top and the sound of your son’s voice drifts out. You quickly push past him, only to freeze in your tracks as the sight before you leaves you stunned. Your son is happily talking to, for lack of a better description, something. A tall figure looms over Ambrose; where the golem has a more rounded body that makes him look jolly, this figure is all metal plates and angles. It looks like a high-tech suit of armour, but it’s more than that. You can make out the flesh of the figures neck fusing with the shoulder piece of the armour and you know it’s his body. There’s some cloth draped over one shoulder and his back like a cape and a loin cloth rests over his hips to hang down between his legs; for modesty or aesthetics, you can’t be sure. His dark hair moves with every turn or nod of his head and you can just make out that he looks to be wearing a mask. The Machine Herald, this is him; and he has your son enraptured, hanging on every word he speaks. You urge your frozen body to move, to push past the fear and dread holding you in place like a vice. With a surge of energy, you quickly cross the distance to push your body in-between that of the Herald and your son, glaring up at him as you reach a hand back to hold your son against you.

“Get away from him! I’m taking my son and we’re leaving.”

You start moving away from him, pulling your son with you as you feel him try to resist, when the Herald speaks up. His voice sounds familiar, curling the words with that accent you love.

“Would you really deprive a father of his son? Especially when we’ve only just met?”

“Vik… Viktor?”

Your son manages to pull free of your grip and run over to him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Look mama! I found him. I knew he was alive. Aren’t you proud of me?”

Your attention snaps back to your son and you find yourself wresting with a slew of emotions, too many to sort through right now. So, you kneel down slowly, putting yourself at eye level with your son as you try to remain calm and keep your tone even.

“You ran away from home, Ambrose. I was worried about you. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, while trying to get here. Do you understand that?”

Ambrose looks down at his feet, the dejected look on his little face making him look more like the ten-year-old boy he is than the young man he tries to be. The Herald bends down to place a hand on your son’s shoulder, trying to comfort him.

“Perhaps you and Blitzcrank should go to the kitchen for some sweetmilk while your mother and I speak.”

Before you can argue he looks at you and even though he’s wearing a mask, his gaze is so intense that you find your protests dying on your tongue. Ambrose nods and Blitzcrank claps his large metallic hands in delight.

“Sweetmilk for brother. Come! We shall have some brother bonding.”

He leads Ambrose out, leaving you and the Machine Herald alone in the large workroom. The walls are lined with desks over strewn with mechanical equipment and shelves filled with all kinds of metal parts and pieces. Right in the centre of the room is a kind of operating table, the kind you’d expect in a hospital, with a large light on a movable arm hovering above it. A strange thought pops into your head and makes you smile despite yourself.

“I believe greetings are in order, doctor Frankenstein?”

He lets out a soft chuckle before slowly lifting up the mask to reveal his face, his hair falling onto his forehead like it used to. As his golden glowing eyes land on you, a soft gasp escapes your lips. The whites of his eyes are now black and the golden irises emit a soft glow, his skin is still pale, although it seems a bit more ashen now; but it’s still him. He’s alive. You jump to your feet, rushing towards him; you throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrapping around you slowly, cautiously; almost like he’s afraid if he touches you, he’ll realize it’s a mirage. His metal chest is cold and hard against you, and try as you might you can’t ignore that he’s the same, but also vastly different. You let out a sigh as you slowly pull away, putting some space between the two of you so that you can look up at him, look into his eyes. His hands remain at your waist, refusing to let you move too far away.

“So, how much of you is still you and how much is metal?”

He does a slight head cock, the “Eh” leaving his lips like it used to, and immediately you’re reminded of the old Viktor. The Viktor who would get flustered at the slightest compliment. The Viktor who made you a metallic silver rose, because normal roses wilt and die. And even though this Viktor reminds you of your Viktor, he isn’t him, not anymore.

“I had to replace my lungs, for obvious reasons. A few other non-essential organs I also replaced, just for ease and before any other medical issues might take hold. I fused most of my skin with a synthetic alloy I invented. It functions as normal skin would, but it is much more durable. I had to combine my blood with a self-engineered bio-fuel to get the new mechanical organs to function with the normal ones; a difficult, albeit rewarding experience. Luckily my new projects don’t require such extensive alterations. I’ve been successful in making any new organs or limbs work with regular blood supplied by the body. That way my patients don’t need to have their blood suffused regularly, like I do.”

You smile as he continues to speak, apparently the passion he has for his work still gets him carried away with his explanations. He’s always been able to ramble on and on about whatever he’s working on, trying to explain it to you or whomever might want to hear. Your own musings are suddenly interrupted when you feel his warm breath on your neck, just below your ear as he whispers:

“But I made sure to save your favourite parts of me. My face; because I remember how much you enjoyed caressing my beauty spots whenever we were in bed together, lying in each other’s arms. My heart, because it has always been yours. And lastly, the one part of me that always managed to make you scream my name.”

One of his hands slide off your waist to grasp your hand and place it firmly between his legs. You feel, beneath that damn loin cloth, his cock twitching and hot as your palm presses over it. A quiet “Fuck” escapes your lips as you close your eyes, involuntary memories of days spent in his bed playing across your eyelids. You feel his lips graze over your cheek, leaving a burning trail across your skin, before planting a feverish kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck once more, one of your hands knotting in his hair as you return the kiss. You kiss him with all the love and longing for him that you had kept locked up inside of your heart all these years. Tears sting your eyes as he holds you tightly against his chest, lifting you up off of the floor to place more kisses along your neck and jaw before returning to your mouth. You feel your longing for him bleed down your body to a more intimate part of yourself, a moan escaping your lips and he moans in return. You open your eyes and the heat of his gaze is enough to pull another moan from you.

“Viktor. I need you.”

With one arm he sweeps everything off of the desk next to him, placing you on top of it in a sitting position. He kneels in front of you, pulling off your pants with rushed and shaking hands before his head disappears between your legs as his hands move under your knees to hook your legs over his shoulders. You let out a ragged breath in a hiss as you feel his tongue flick over your clit, already warm and soaked from your arousal. You hear him moan in appreciation as his lips close around your clit to suck on it, the action makes your head snap back as your back arches, his name leaving your lips like a prayer and a curse. His head moves back so he can look up at you, a devilish smile on his face.

“Remove the rest of your clothes for me, my dove?”

Your hands happily oblige before your mind can even fully process the request and you feel him move to stand between your legs, his loin cloth now removed. His hands slowly hook your legs over his hips as he leans in to take one of your now bare nipples into his mouth. His tongue is warm as it swirls around your nipple while he sucks on it. His hands rest on your hips, holding you in place on the edge of the table as he rubs his throbbing cock between your folds. His mouth releases your nipple to place kisses up your chest and in your neck, the cold air a stark contrast to his warm mouth. He moans against the skin of your throat, his lips vibrating with the sound.

“You’re perfect. My beautiful love.”

He kisses you then as he starts to push his cock inside of you, achingly slowly. You kiss him feverishly, a mess of lips and tongues as your hands find hold in his hair, like a grounding element to keep your soul from soaring away from all the pleasure you feel. You feel him fill you perfectly, like you were made for each other; before he pulls out only to repeat the process, igniting a spark in your belly that shoots up your spine. It isn’t long before you feel that familiar sensation, like standing on a precipice before suddenly falling. You feel his name leave your lips as you constrict around his cock, your ecstasy taking over as you reach your climax. You vaguely hear him whispering your name into your hair as you feel yourself come down from your high, his arms wrapped around you to hold you against his chest. You feel him shaking slightly as his own climax starts to subside and he kisses your hair, simply holding you. You sigh contentedly when something catches your eye; a rust-coloured stain on his cape, just past his shoulder. Images come flooding back to your memory; the men lying in the alleyway, bleeding out. The cold hand clamping over your mouth to press the rag over your nose, and the glimpse of a mask with golden eyes before the world went dark. You pull away suddenly, as much as you can in your current position; to stare up at him with wide eyes.

“It was you. You killed those men!”

He sighs, sounding slightly annoyed as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty. You climb off the table to grab your clothes, praying your knees don’t give in after what just transpired between the two of you.

“They were going to kill you Y/N. What was I supposed to do? Let them?”

You manage to grab your shirt and pull it on, trying to cover up your naked body and recover some of your modesty. Viktor doesn’t seem to have the same qualms, his loin cloth lying forgotten on the floor as he paces slightly.

“Eh, honestly, I was hoping you wouldn’t even remember that whole ordeal. The substance I used to render you unconscious was supposed to cause short term memory loss.”

You stare at him incredulously, his blasé attitude towards human life leaving you feeling stunned.

“You could have simply stopped them! You didn’t need to kill them.”

He lets out a huff as he turns his full gaze back to rest on you, no longer pacing.

“Do not fool yourself Y/N. This is Zaun. They would not hesitate to kill you, so why should I hesitate to do the same?”

You shake your head as you gather the rest of your clothes, trying to get dressed quickly.

“If that’s how easy it is for you to kill someone, then Ambrose and I won’t be staying. I won’t let my son…”

He’s on you in the blink of an eye, a hand wrapping around your throat to hold you in place as a third arm appears from under his cloak to train a glowing eye on you. He attached the Hex-claw to his back it seems.

“OUR son. Our son that you chose not to tell me about. That you chose to keep from me. No, my dear Y/N, you and OUR son won’t be going anywhere. This is your home now.”

You desperately claw at his hand, trying to remove it from your throat as your lungs beg for air.

“Vik… Please…”

He relaxes his grip, but only slightly, and you greedily suck air into your body as your lungs burn from the strain. His eyes harden as he looks down at you, his voice gaining a tinge of venom as he speaks.

“You are mine. You walked away from me once because I was too weak to stop you. Never again.”

You glare up at him, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Jayce will come looking for us.”

He surprises you by laughing.

“Then I will kill him. No one will take you from me. Do you understand now Y/N?”

He pulls you close to lean in and say into your ear as you hear Ambrose laughing in the hallway with Blitzcrank.

“You. Are. Mine.”

[arcanetoymakerau]

THIS POST IS COMPLETELY OUTDATED! NEW VERSION IS HERE: [LINK]

Hello! Hello!

Welcome! @mariana-souza speaking here and this is my Arcane AU side blog.

"The Toymaker" how I called, it's a "what if?" alternative universe of Arcane - LoL series I recently started to write, since my Devil May Cry AU: @dmcfsstory is already finished in theory (I just need to write down the chapters of it). Join me during the concepting of this AU here! Since this AU is a work in progress, stuff is subject to change, so, don't take concepts/ideas from old posts as the definitive ones. My friend @beanswithbones helps me with text proofreading + edit (english isn't my first language).

The complete story is being written and it's available on Ao3: [LINK]

The AU starts after Powder and Vi's discussion after Vander's death(end of episode 3, precisely at 36:50).

What if?

Powder ran away scared for her life when she saw Silco, she end up in Topcity and was found by Viktor?

Vi was able to ran from Marcus?

Viktor didn't know Singed?

There was more characters from the og universe in the Arcane universe (on season 1)?

Silco won't have the "chains" of his paternal love for Jinx and have more powerful allies making him a bigger threat to Topcity and his enemies than in cannon.

Read about the most plot-wise active characters here:

[Jinx(soon)] - [Viktor] - [Caitlyn]

[Vi(TBA)] - [Ekko(TBA)] - [Zeri(TBA)]

[Jayce(TBA)] - [Mel(TBA)] - [Camille(TBA)]

[Silco(TBA)] - [Sevika(TBA)] - [Renata(TBA)]

Added characters from og universe in this Arcane AU: Renata, Zeri, Blitzcrank, Camille, Ziggs, Zoe, Twitch, Warwick, Urgot, Aurelion Sol and Kindred(more details about here: [LINK]).

There's a new technology here called ArcTech. Read about here [HERE].

Plot/lore info + FAQ under the cut:

What didn't change: Character's height, age maybe, great part of the character's personality/behavior, world setting, base story of "topcity vs undercity".

Pairings in acts 2, 3 and 4:

*Romantic: Mel and Jayce, Jinx and Zeri, Vi and Caitlyn.* But this story isn't focused on romance.

*Platonic: Viktor and Sky, Viktor and Jayce, Silco and Sevika*

Pairings in act 5: *Romatic: Jinx and Zeri and Ekko, Sevika and Renata.*

Act 1: same as canon, but with that different end; Powder is adopted by Viktor and Vi isn’t captured by Marcus Introduces: Renata.

Act 2: What happened in what would be the timeskip, 10 years passes in this act; Jinx began her reputation as The Toymaker while Viktor is working on Hextech. Jinx and Viktor creates a new technology in secret called ArcTech(Arcane Technology). Meanwhile, Vi and Ekko found the Firelights Group to help those who were still in Vander’s side and also to (try to) hold Silco to start another big conflict with Topcity. Introduces: Zeri, Ziggs, Blitzcrank, Zoe, Twitch, Kindred and Aurelion Sol.

Act 3: “Vi’s rescue” like I called. Vi was captured by Silco, he wants to transform her into a weapon with Singed’s and Renata’s help. The Firelights accept support from the Aquanimas (since Jinx was already looking for her sister) to help rescue Vi: while Caitlyn goes with the Firelights to help find where Vi is and to figure what else Silco is up to, Zeri joins the Academy to gather more engineering knowledge to power up the Firelights’ equipment with Jinx’s help. The discussion of Hextech weapons and prosthetic body parts starts as some big chemtech machines are starting to show up to cause havoc in Topcity. Introduces: Warwick, Camille and Urgot.

Act 4: rework in progress

Note: reminder that this is an AU with working in progress, stuff are subject to change.. and I'm still learning LoL's lore... but this is an AU, so a few incoherences can happen.

Note 2: I don't play LoL, I'm just a lore enthusiast and I got in this fandom through Arcane.

QUICK FAQ:

-Can I do fanart/fic?

Of course! I would love to see it! Just not NSFW(like porn or gore for example) and of course don’t forget to credit it.

-Can I use a concept(s) from The Toymaker? (ex.: ArcTech)

Sure! But as always, give credit, it took me too long to develop them. Plus, if you need help in applying these concepts, contact me, I will be glad to help!

-Can I do a video from your comics or arts in my videos? (ex.: adding voice acting, panels “slide show”, AMVs, etc)

Yes, BUT notify me when you start to work on it. In this case I ask to give credit somewhere in the video and link(s) to the original arts in the description.

-Can I translate your fic and/or comics?

Yes, but let’s talk about first, discuss details like where/how to post, etc.

-Can I edit/trace over/repost your arts?

NOPE.

But if you’re unsure about something, ask me.

[writingmysanity]

Favor Chapter 2

A/N: @spiderholland101 Hi sweetheart, I hope you are doing better. I am so sorry that it's taken so long to get this next chapter out- I promise it will be quicker after this. Life got hectic for a bit. I hope you enjoy this <3

Word count: 2472

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The soft scratching wakes you, the room mainly still cast in darkness save the pair of candles flickering on the desk settled between the bed and the wall, conveniently on the other side of the bed from you. Viktor is there, his lean figure hunched over the desk, working. You watch him in silence for a while, wondering what he could possibly be working on at this time of night- the sky is still black. 

You try not to snicker when he huffs, his hair falling into his face before he pushes it away, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to keep it tamed and to the side. Shifting slightly, you almost speak, wanting nothing more than to thank him for saving you- but he stops. Golden eyes, flickering molten in the low candle light, landing on you accented by a surprised breath. They’re brighter- you swear- pools of glittering gold, reminiscent of the golden blooms that grace your shop come spring, brightened more by the darkness that surrounds them. The bags weigh heavy, his eyes lulled in demand of sleep- and yet he fights. 

Opening your mouth to state your thanks, you jump when he leaps to his feet and turns away. He is out the door before you’re able to utter a word. 

Well, it couldn't be something that I said.

Sighing, you rest back into the blankets, staring out at the void settled just outside the panes. You swear something moves out there- a shadow shifting amongst the others- but think better of it. This whole experience must be messing with you– you were never this paranoid in Piltover.

You were never in danger in Piltover. You remind yourself, whimpering softly when you roll your shoulders in an attempt to get comfortable again. The pain shoots right to your head, the gentle pounding turning to a stinging ache, making you hiss. The medicine had worn off while you were asleep. 

Glancing back towards the candles, their light still flickering, keeping the shadows at bay, you notice a glass and a pill that looks familiar. Much like the one Blitzcrank had given you before. Humming, you weigh the options- perhaps the medication is not meant for you, he had been sitting there prior to your waking, and obviously he hadnt meant to be caught. Had he meant to leave it for you?

Grouching to yourself, you push yourself up slowly with your elbows. That is a problem for tomorrow, you decide, popping the pill into your mouth before washing it down with the glass of water Blitzcrank had left you previously. 

The next morning, you are woken by the door creaking open, and the shuffle of footsteps, obviously trying to be as quiet as possible. Sighing softly, you wretch your eyes open, glancing towards the door, eyebrows furrowed. You aren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't the small child you had seen sleeping beside you yesterday. She is standing there, shifting from one foot to the other, glancing out the door then back at you- almost nervous. You fear if you move too quickly that she will disappear, much like the rabbits your mother kept. Nervous creatures. 

Offering her a soft smile, you opt to sit up slowly, tilting your head slightly. She takes it as an invitation, slowly taking another step inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind her.

“Hello,” her voice is soft, and you can't help but smile, softening at her. You offer a greeting in return, the sound scratchy and rough. Before you're able to, she is already reaching for your glass, handing it to you. Muttering your thanks, you take a sip before setting it back down, turning your attention back to her. 

“You seem nervous, little rabbit.” you observe as she twitches towards the door when you set the cup down slightly harder than you meant. At the nickname she perks up, blinking owlishly up at you. Her eyes remind you of the sky, you realize. Her fathers being like the sun, it makes sense. 

“My name is Powder,” she states as a matter of factly. “Not rabbit.” laughing softly, you nod. 

“Pleasure to meet you, powder- I did not mean to offend.” she shakes her head quickly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, humming in consideration. 

“I like it,” she says softly after a minute of deliberation, offering you a small smile. “Can you call me it again?” this catches you off guard, but makes you laugh, the sound rough, but you nod. 

“Rabbit or little rabbit?” humming again, she nods to herself. 

“Little rabbit,” she concludes. “I am not quite a large rabbit yet.” she grins, settling into the chair beside you. Shifting to face her more, you try not to wince at the way your skin seems to tense and tug at your movements, folding your legs towards yourself as you sit up. 

“Little rabbit it is,” you agree. “So what brings you here, little rabbit?” you tease gently, tilting your head towards her. Shifting in her seat, she glances at the floor, before back at you. 

“I wanted to see you,” she admits, brows furrowed, a look of deep sorrow embedded in her brilliant eyes. Frowning gently, you move to reach out to her, retracting your hand when she flinches away from you. 

“You aren't in trouble, little one, I was merely curious.” you assure her gently, letting your hand settle in your lap again. She nods, her smile forced. There is a few minutes of quiet as you allow her to muddle through her thoughts, until your stomach lurching catches both of your attention, the growl very nearly echoing throughout the room, startling you both. 

“Blitzcrank is making you food,” she states clearly, hopping to her feet. “I will go check on it.” Before you're able to get another word in, she is gone, the door left ajar as she sprinted through it, her footsteps fading into the background as silence settles around you once more. With nothing more than the creaking of the house settling and shifting in the early morning sun, you are forced to consider where you are- no longer quite frightened of your surroundings- though they are decidedly odd- you oddly find a form of contentment you haven't felt since you were a child. There is no need to leap up to tend to the shop back home, you've got nowhere to be, nor do you really have anywhere you want to be. 

You're dead, for all intents and purposes. 

This could be the fresh start you had dreamed of when you were a child- the chance to live your life the way your family never intended… with happiness in mind. You realized. You were never raised with happiness in mind, simply with business proposals. Your marriage itself was a business move your mother forced your father into when you were quite young. 19, young by even Piltover’s standards for a lady of pedigree to marry. Especially to the oaf you were married– sold– off to. Him being 15 years your senior. 

You aren't given much chance to deliberate the chance you've been given, to start anew, before Powder is back by your side, clumsily balancing the tray, tongue sticking out in concentration as she fights the pull of the metal to lean one way or another- her eyebrows pinching. Reaching out to help her, you grasp the tray with both hands, laughing softly at the relief that rolls off of her as it is set into your lap, her other hand occupied by a rather full pitcher. 

“Could you not have asked for help?” you joke, taking the refreshed glass of water she offers you after she sets the pitcher down. She snorts, her own smile small, but it is there.

“And give Blitzcrank the satisfaction?” she offers, huffing as she settles into the chair once more. “I dont think so.” laughing again, you look down at the plate. The food, that you are sure had once been separated and clean, is very well mixed now, eggs rolled over the potatoes, the bacon having made it completely off of the plate. 

“You did a wonderful job,” you compliment, taking note of the way she perks up, her eyes seeming to really sparkle in the early morning light. “Thank you.” taking a bite of the toast, you force yourself to slow down- to not scarf the entirety of your meal down in a single bite like you had before, shuddering at the lack of manners, and how your mother would have reacted. You are drawn from the thoughts when powder turns towards you, knees tucked to her chest as she regards you, chin resting on top of her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. 

“Mister VIktor says that you will be staying with us for a while,” blinking up at her, you frown a bit.

“Did he now?” she just nods, pointing to your head.

“He says you hit your head hard, and that he ‘can not in good conscience allow you to travel in such a state’,” she quotes with a shrug. Blinking, you nod slightly. 

“That makes sense, I suppose.” offering her a piece of bacon, you watch happily as she takes it, snorting in amusement when she shoves the entirety in her mouth, her thanks being muttered through her chewing. 

“Will you stay?” she asks after she is done chewing. Blinking in confusion, you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Stay?” she nods.

“He says that he would like you to stay, but you can not be made to stay, even in your condition.” she clarifies. 

“Ah,” you nod, smiling softly. “I appreciate his concern.” you begin, chewing on your toast for a quiet moment, fingers drumming on your leg in thought. “I have little else to be- so i suppose this would be the best place for me to stay for now. If I am welcome.” you say slowly, considering her form. She just nods quickly, smiling brilliantly before taking back off out of the door, this time taking the time to make sure that it closes all of the way. 

You are once more left in silence, the only sounds being that of your quiet chewing, laughing softly at her antics.

This family, you muse. How interesting. 

The next few days go like this, as you are bed bound as your body heals. You wake to Viktor in the room, pitch black skies. He is never doing the same thing, as if he can't seem to keep still. Sometimes reading, other times working, and this morning, he was just sitting there, staring out the window in concern- eyes trained on the shadows much like yours had been that first morning. 

Each time, he bolts when he realizes that you are awake, leaving your mouth hung open, words dying on your lips as his figure disappears around the corner- the sound of a more hollow thump echoing the halls as he hurries away, his gait more of a limp- like he is still getting used to the way his foot hits the ground. 

This time, you open your mouth before he notices you are awake, taking full advantage of the opportunity. He is on his feet as soon as the first words leave your mouth- already at the door when you're able to complete your thought, his hands hesitating against the frame as he pauses. 

“Are you ever going to allow me the chance to thank you properly?” he doesn't face you right away, his movements slow, calculated as he turns only his head towards you, shimmering eyes focused on you. 

The feet, your mother reminded you. The feet don't lie- if they are pointed away, they are trying to get away. Either reel them in, or let them go. Always the lady, she had reminded you of that many times growing up. Though you can't help but feel as if you have his full attention, despite the fact that he quite literally has one foot out of the door. Slowly, he nods, shifting slightly to face you better, though he moves no closer. 

Sighing, you shift to sit up, rolling your shoulders slowly, smiling to yourself when you don't automatically wince in pain. Blinking up at him, you set your hands on your lap, fiddling with the edge of the blanket, mouth opening and closing as you try to find the perfect words- but none seem satisfactory. He doesn't offer any words of his own, but he also doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry, either. He doesn't shift, his gaze stays on you, the same softness lingering there as the first night as he waits patiently. 

“Thank you,” you settle, knowing that those two words will never fully convey how much you appreciate him for what he's done. He nods slowly, lips twitching in a semblance of a smile, his shoulders slouching slightly. “For saving me from the…'' shivering at the resurgence of your memories once more, the feeling of the tide washing over you as you hug towards yourself– but you didn't miss the way his hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach out for you. To comfort you. Your voice is thick when you force more out, heavy with emotion. “Thank you, more than i can ever say- thank you for letting me stay to heal.” 

His mouth twitches again, lips parting, like he is forcing himself to not speak, his gaze only melting more, a deep sadness lingering beneath the surface as he nods again. You can almost make out the words that die on his lips. 

Of course

How could I leave you?

And while you know those words would be heaven to hear- you know that the very simple answer would have been easily. Many men, even in Piltover– especially in Piltover– would have chosen their own well being over that of someone who they know nothing about. In fact, you are sure, many of them would sacrifice their own loved ones for their own gain. 

Before you are able to speak again, he is gone, with nothing more than the fading image of his golden stare as his silhouette stood cast in shadow. With nothing more than the flickering light of the candles to keep you company, the terrible shadows they cast against the walls around you.

Forgetting the simple fact that fire has no shadow. 

Forgotten, or ignored. 

Sighing, you shift back under the covers, pulling them up over your shoulders, lamenting over being left with the lingering emotions, once more resurfaced, and the decided fact that Viktor has purposefully not speaking to you. 

Perhaps it is something that I said, you realize. Did I speak in my delirium?

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[shimmerbeasts]

He was going to kill him.

That was the only thought, which had preoccupied Silco's mind. When Tomo had returned alone and mumbled something about Viktor having forgotten his suit, grabbing it and then hurrying outside, Silco's suspicions had gnawed at his insides, prompting him to have Deckard trail after the boy while Ran found Viktor. When they had returned, it had taken Silco every single ounce of self-control to not immediately snap his fingers and have Lock track down Tomo and rip him to shreds.

His son was pale around the nose. He looked worse than Silco had ever seen him, and he had lost Viktor almost multiple times during the sickly months when he had been small. His deformed leg, already stiff and hard to manoeuvre, thanks to his birth defect, had been broken. The kneecap was located at an angle, it should not be. The skin around the broken area was red, hot and swollen.

Immediately, Silco had fetched Singed, who had put the kneecap back in its correct spot and placed the whole leg in a cast. He had brewed some chemical concoction, which was supposed to help the infection once Viktor woke up. Placing his son in his bed, Silco could do nothing but sit down in a chair, light his cigar, watch the fitful, strained expression on Viktor's sleeping face and wait.

He hadn't planned to have a child. Viktor had come to be from a one-night stand with a fisherwoman, who had not been scared of his still-healing face. Yet despite it all, Silco still took the responsibility of raising the boy and even grew to care for him. His disabilities filled his furious passion that things had to change for the Undercity. Why couldn't Vander see that? Why did he let them drift aimlessly through life, not even daring to dream of a brighter tomorrow?

Viktor's bright mind was something, Silco had discovered fairly early and immediately fostered. It had been his idea to see whether Viktor could get into the Academy of Piltover, particularly after he had brought his imaginary friend Blitzcrank to life to assist the Lanes in his own ways. Silco had sewn the Academy uniform specifically for his son to fox his way into the Academy. And now Tomo had stolen it and tried to kill Viktor!

Silco was not sure how long he had sat by Viktor's bedside. It was long past dusk when his son woke and darted up in bed rather violently. Seeing Viktor try to get up and move his injured leg, Silco rose, the cigar still in his mouth, and planted a hand upon a narrow, pointy shoulder - much like his own. The older man gingerly eased Viktor back into the mattress.

"Sit back down", he ordered with a softer cadenza to his voice, "You are still injured."

Another pull at his cigar. Silco placed his hand against his hips and flexed his fingers. They tapped against the sheeted knife. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, Silco exhaled a gust of smoke, mindful to not blow it in Viktor's face. His body glided over towards the nightstand where next to the glass of medicine stood an ashtray. His hand slammed the cigar's butt into the rock surface a bit more forcefully than was necessary.

Mismatched eyes, filled with a blend of worry, fury and barely suppressed bloodlust, looked at the golden ones, his son had inherited. Silco spoke: "I am alright. Furious about the state, Ran found you in, and even more furious about what Tomo did to you, but I am alright. I am afraid I do not know what happened to your lab. As for Blitzcrank, do not worry. He is right over there."

A pale hand gestured to the large, round, dirty golden Golem of metal and cables in the corner of the room. Blitzcrank sat a bit hunched over. There were dents on his belly and one of his arms had been ripped in parts, making sparks fly up at irregular intervals. His head rose, spotting Viktor, and he gave a small wave with his hand.

Silco said: "I think he sensed Tomo's bad intentions when he approached the lab and left. Not sure what made him look this busted. I reckon his travel back to my liar was not going as smoothly as he may have hoped. I am sure you can patch him up... Once you are healed yourself."

His expression softened as Viktor revealed Tomo's motivation. Silco sat down beside the boy on the bed. His long, fine fingers brushed away some of Viktor's hair and offered him his hand to take if he wanted to be held right now. He could feel the heartbreak flow from Viktor in waves. It made him think of Vander, but he didn't allow himself to let these emotions linger.

"I am sorry you had to find those things out the hard way", Silco said, "Some people will want to cross this river at any cost. They do not care if they do it on the backs of others. Sometimes, people think acting like Piltover gets them further in life than being true to their roots. It is a lie. They will always see you as an outsider, as from the Undercity. I am only letting you cross that river because I know it will be good for your mind. I want you to use Piltover's ways against them, but not assimilate to them.

"As for Tomo, do not worry about him, Viktor. My men are tracking him down as we speak. I even held back from sending Lock after him. I do not want to be forced to stitch your uniform. Even so, I am going to make sure that you get the killing blow against Tomo. He is your prey, not mine. I am merely assisting you."

Silco picked up the glass of purplish medicine from the nightstand and gave it to Viktor as he said: "Which also means that you need to rest and recover. Singed made you this medical cocktail. It should help with the infection."

shimmerbeasts asked:

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) (Silco for Viktor, also just for emphasis he does that GENTLY!)

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠-𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗, 𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗. The tunnels that ran through the undercity were vast, almost like catacombs. And that was what Tomo had intended them to be for Viktor: a final resting place. He'd planned to steal the inventor's work, use his invention to apply for the Academy in Piltover, and had hoped to destroy his father's burgeoning hold on the undercity in the process.

"Of course I didn't love you," comes the harsh whisper, fingers tangled in Viktor's hair. The brown wisps are pulled so tight that all he can do is yelp against the hard floor as he's yanked. He is face down, nose almost pressed to a puddle.

"Who could? You're weak. The only good thing about your is your brain, but don't worry, I'll put all of your inventions to good use. Blitzcrank will get me into the Academy."

Sudden pressure hits his right knee, jolting and preventing him from a response. A foot, pressing against the soft underside of the joint. Something starts to give way.

"No, please, no - " Viktor cries, struggles, but his cane is out of reach, and his trusting heart had made him carry no weapons. He'd even forgone the augments he'd installed in his cane, because he was in love. He was a fool. Such a fool.

A loud sound, between a crunch and a pop, reaches his ears. The pain that follows makes him moan brokenly, sweat breaking out all over his thin form. The sounds that leave his lips are almost inhuman. That is how much he hurt.

"Poor Viktor. You'll never be anything. You're useless. Hope you like it down here. This is where you'll die. I mean, weren't you going to, anyway?"

Something wet and sticky, a glob of spit, hit the back of his head. Viktor couldn't focus on anything else but the pain, and soon enough, when he took what he thought was his agonizing last breath, he faded into a swirling ink sea, Rio happily running behind him.

It was the scent of cigar smoke that woke him. His head was pounding, and suddenly, the floor was rushing to meet him, all of reality crumbling underneath his feet, though he stayed still. Viktor's golden eyes tried to find purchase on anything to soothe the spinning. Before he knew it, he was attempting to get out of bed, hoping that would make him feel better, and instead of getting out of bed as he expected, he felt a firm hand gently push him down.

His focus became a pinpoint from the action, and the pounding of his head faded to a gentle thud.

Viktor stared up at his father with a look of surprise. Silco was here. How long had he been at his bedside? Though his features were pale, paler than usual, and the young inventor regarded his father with bewilderment, a tender concern laid within the expression.

"Father? Are you well?"

His voice shook. Viktor clutched at his father's arm; oh, how silly it was for the sickly sixteen year old to ask Silco when he was not the one in the bed. And then, as if remembering everything that occured, more panic flashed upon his features.

"My lab. Blitzcrank. Are they - are they safe? How long was I out?"

He moved too quickly, and the pain of his leg shocked him. Ah, Tomo had broken that. The reminder made him wince. His voice was gruff, gruffer than he'd ever allowed himself to get before.

"I want to kill him. He left me. It wasn't genuine. He. Father, he didn't love me. It was a trick. I want to make him bleed. He wants to steal my work, take my interview at the Academy. It was all a ploy to - to. To leave me for dead."

[sylvie-fics]

Dissension’s Dynamism (part 3) Machine Herald Viktor x Reader

part 1 part 2

Summary: you fucking poison Viktor, and he’s not sure if he’s on a date with you

Content warnings: mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of poison. 

word count: 1.2K

(Y/N) approached Viktor some few hours after their encounter. From what she could tell, it seemed to be mid-afternoon, though what day it actually was…. Was a bit unclear. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been here, or how long she had been unconscious after her unsuccessful experiment. Though, such trivial things didn’t matter. 

What really mattered was her finished commission, which she proudly held in her hands as she approached the desk where her favorite metal man was working. She leaned one arm against the desk, and used the other to reach the papers out to him.

“Delivery for Build a Bot Workshop!” She teased.

(y/n) was met with a rather cold glare from Viktor. As much of a cold glare as a mask could give, that is. He snagged the papers from her hands, reviewing them with quite a lot of intensity.

“What’s this one for?” He spoke, holding up one of the designs. 

“Oh, that's for when I inevitably die from one of my projects. You can take my lifeless body and transform it into… that!” (y/n) pointed at the drawing, “You know, since you care so much about my wellbeing.”

“No.”

“What? Come on, isn’t ‘glorious evolution like, kind of your thing?”

Viktor sighed, and turned fully to face (y/n).

“Yes. But glorious evolution, in your case, means that I have to be around you longer, and I don’t particularly enjoy that thought.”

He stood up and made his way over to another table. (y/n) trailing closely behind him.

“Still, I will admit,” he said, placing down the concept art titled ‘blitzcrank’, “While you have shown a severe lack of intelligence for safety, you’re quite proficient when it comes to design.”

A sort of dismissive scoff came from (y/n), as she brought her hand up to brush a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. 

“No need to flirt, you can just skip to the part where you say that you're in love with me. I know, it's really hard to resist someone who’s so talented and great at what they do.”

She began to walk away from Viktor and towards his kitchen. Viktor, at this point, had snapped his head up in shock of what he had just heard. (Y/n)’s statement was incredibly wrong. Despite that, he was even more confused at how she went from adamantly hating him to somehow being convinced he was in love with her over the span of 5 hours. He thought *his* human emotions were complicated, but yours seemed to be in a whole other field.

“Really, I do, I hear it all the time…” her voice began to drift off as she entered another room, “even Tony with the knife fights, I mean really.” The last audible thing being, “My hot girl summers in Piltover.” 

He considered asking what she was doing, or what anything she just said meant— but ultimately decided against it. He’s found that sometimes asking (Y/n) questions leads to answers that spark… Well, even more questions. He would rather work on his robot project than lecture the strange woman in his home. 

And so he did. For an hour or so, at least. At some point there came a time where he had to wonder why it’s so quiet. He wasn’t exactly a fan of (y/n)’s loud nature, but silence from her often seemed to be associated with danger. This was assuming she was still in the house and hadn’t decided to crawl out a window. No– Viktor thought– normal people wouldn’t do that. Well–Viktor thought– this one isn’t very normal. He hadn’t heard any explosions up to that point, though truthfully he was expecting to hear one any moment now. Any moment now… any moment… any… 

He can’t focus with all this stress. His curiosity overtook him, finally forcing him to remove himself from his project and venture to the kitchen. The sight before him was unbelievable. (y/n) was fully alive and conscious, not messing with dangerous chemicals. That was a miracle.

“Just in time!” she squealed, “Thanks for showing, I was sure you were gonna stand me up.”

“Huh?”

“You eat, don't you? Do you eat, generally? Can you? Do you have a digestive system?”

“What?”

“Is that mask like, superglued to your face?”

“No? What is this?”

(y/n) grabbed Viktor’s arm, leading him to a chair and sitting him down. She turned to grab two plates, placing them on the table. Then, she sat across from him.

“It's dinner, obviously.”

Viktor was not prepared for this. Externally, his mask showed a face of pure stoicism. Internally, his mind was running rampant trying to find an answer as to what the hell he just walked into. (Y/n) disappeared for over an hour. (y/n) thanked him for not ‘standing her up’--implying there was an option to do so. With some thought, Viktor came to the conclusion that he *might* be on a date? In any other scenario, he might think about how inexperienced he is in this field. Right now, though, he’s just lost.

“Take it off.” 

That snapped him back into reality. He physically jolted upon hearing that statement, gripping his hands on the table.

“The mask. You can’t eat with it on.” 

He seemed to be a bit less tense after hearing that.

“I can’t take it off.” he said 

“Oh, it *is* superglued onto your face… I feel like that would hurt.”

“No, it’s, it's not that.”

“Really ugly face?”

“I….”

“Really cute face?”

“Uh…?!”

“Identity thing?”

“Yes. That’s it.”

“Ah, I see.” hummed (y/n), reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt, “Its okay, I can work with that.” 

With that, there was the sound of fabric ripping. (y/n) tore a strip of fabric from the bottom of her shirt, and tied it around her head as a sort of makeshift blindfold. All the while muttering something about how ‘it's okay, because crop tops are great for hot girl summer.’ 

It was a strange solution, but it was, in fact, a solution. Viktor was hesitant for a number of reasons. But… it’s just been so long since he had a homemade meal. He couldn’t even remember the last time. While he had his internal debate, (y/n) had already began to attempt eating. It was quite a sight. Completely missing her mouth on some bites, completely missing the plate on others. Occasionally just using a fork to shove air into her mouth. The blindfold definitely worked. 

He held his breath as he took off the mask. It was a habit. As if taking it off would be like taking off a helmet in space, completely depriving him of oxygen. It never did, he knew it wouldn't. Still, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety as he removed that wall that covered up all the vulnerability and insecurity a person could feel. He sat it on the ground beside him, picking up a fork and biting into the food. 

It was actually good!

“Has the poison kicked in yet?” asked (y/n), with no indication of whether or not that was a joke.

“Seems not.” Viktor responded, “try harder next time.”

[thesinglegear]

CHARACTER OUTLINE .

FULL NAME : Blitzcrank

TITLE(S) : The Great Steam Golem

NICKNAME(S) :

╳   FLAWS.

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♔   STRENGTHS.

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