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🌆 Scene: “The Alley Beneath the Sirens “

The city screams with sirens and distant roaring. A building groans as it crumbles in the distance. The sky is red-lit from fires blooming over the horizon.

Reader, exhausted, her scrubs smudged with old blood and new dust, ducks behind a wrecked car. Her heart races as the ground trembles again.

Above—Ultraman. Or something like him, locked in battle with a hulking kaiju. A clash of titans, neither fully saving nor fully destroying. Civilians scatter, and Somi takes her chance, sprinting into a side street.

Her breath catches. Her legs burn.

She stumbles into an alley.

And freezes.

A man—tall, with sharp eyes and wild black hair—leans against the wall, clutching his side. His hoodie is torn, blood blooming at the hem.

KENJI: (grimacing) “Hey, didn’t think Tokyo alleys came with angels.”

READER: (deadpan, still catching her breath)“You’re bleeding. Shut up.”

He laughs—low and strained.

She drops her bag beside him, hands already moving with practiced urgency.

KENJI: (as she peels back his hoodie) “You a nurse, or just enjoy undressing strangers in alleys?”

READER: “I’m a student nurse. And I enjoy silence more.”

She pulls gauze from her bag, presses it to the wound. He hisses.

KENJI: “Not gonna lie… you’re kind of terrifying.”

READER: (focused)“And you’re kind of dying.”

KENJI: (smirking)“Touché.”

She tapes the bandage tight and sits back, wiping her hands on her coat.

READER: “You should go to a hospital.”

KENJI: “I’ll be fine.”

He tries to stand. Wobbles. Slumps back down.

READER: (dryly)“Yeah. Fine.”

Beat.

READER I: (reluctant, sighing)“My place is a block away. You can rest there.”

KENJI: (mock alarmed)“Oh, now you’re kidnapping me?”

She glares at him, starts to stand.

READER:“Good luck then.”

KENJI: (quickly)“Wait—okay, sorry. I’m Kenji. Now we’re not strangers, right?”

READER: (beat, then) “reader”

They stare at each other as the city burns behind them.

This is my first x reader story. So please bare with me 🥲

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grey haired oscar. reblog if you agree

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obsessed with the way my robotics team lead talks

she’s reinventing hieroglyphics

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Maybe: Season 2 Prologue

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: Hi everybody! I can’t believe it’s been two years and some change since season 1. The response I got for the Maybe series was so overwhelming that I decided to keep it up for season 2. Plus, I couldn’t just leave you all on that cliffhanger. This is a prologue, so it’s just a little taster. But don’t worry I’m heavy into chapter 1 of the new season, so that’ll be coming soon.

You’ve seen this film before. 

“I don’t want a throne. I just… I just want you to be okay.”

This is the part where you kiss him; passionately, roughly, only to throw him out of a time door. 

But you don’t.

Instead, you took the sword gripped between your palms and thrusted it outwards - right into his heart. Loki let out something between a gasp and a groan, falling to his knees in pain. The giant sword protrudes out of chest. And without even a second of hesitation, you ripped it right back out of him. The metal was caked with the blood of a god. It ran down the sword and onto your hands.

Loki’s white shirt quickly soaked red, and blood leaked out of his mouth. He poorly gasped for breath, trying to say your name, to call out for you. Yet, you stood there, stoic, monstrous.

You watched as the blood left his body and, eventually, as the life left his eyes. 

And then you woke up. 

Your screams echoed off the walls of the citadel. You were sat in your chair - your throne now, you supposed. 

“Just a dream,” you whispered to yourself. “It’s not real, it’s not real.”

“Perhaps it is,” a voice said. 

Your head whipped to the side to see He Who Remains leaning against the windows, gazing out into Time. The world outside the Citadel was breathtaking. It was everything and nothing, all at once. The soft purple hues of space, met with the burning neon of the timeline. 

“How long was I out for?” You asked.

“We’re at the end of time, dear,” he reminded you. “Your nap is not quantifiable.”

You nodded before pausing and processing what he originally said. 

“What do you mean, ‘perhaps it is?’” 

“Pardon?”

“My dream,” you pressed. “I said it wasn’t real, and you said ‘perhaps it is.’”

“Ah yes,” he mused, walking over from the expansive windows to your desk. You had decluttered it, throwing away all his broken TemPads and unread files. A clean slate. A new era. 

“Dreams are simply windows into time. Everything you dream is another you, in another timeline,” he continued.

“But that wasn’t another timeline,” you questioned. “That just happened. Loki and Sylvie and I were here to kill you. But we just…”

“Couldn’t hack it? Betrayed one another?” He jabbed.

You glared daggers at the man before you. For the keeper of the multiverse, he sure was a pain in the ass. 

“Every decision we make - if significant enough - has the potential to create a branch. Your dream may have been about a situation you just experienced, but I’m guessing it didn’t go quite the way you remember.” He Who Remains chuckled, as if educating a child. 

You shifted your gaze to the floor, ashamed to even admit how your dream ended.

“I killed him,” you whispered, nails biting into the skin of your palm. 

“Not exactly. Another you, in another timeline made the choice to kill him.” 

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you retored weakly. 

“It’s not supposed to,” he said bluntly. 

You curled into yourself on the chair, hugging your knees and burying your head between them. Your mind screamed at the infinite possibilities, all the what-ifs. Maybe if you were stronger, better, you could’ve have found a different way out. A way where Loki didn’t have to hurt you, and you didn’t have to hurt him back. 

“But that is why you’re here,” He Who Remains said, lowering himself to his knees. He gently placed his hands on your arms, and you peaked out from between your knees. “To get rid of those timelines, those anomalies where we let the worst parts of ourselves get the better of us. You’re here to keep the peace, to protect the Sacred Timeline.”

You harshly rubbed your leaking eyes.  

Leaders can’t be weak. Don’t be weak. 

“I’m old, tired. I’m not going to be here much longer,” he said softly. “Time will take me away and I will be grateful for it. The stability of time will be up to you.”

It will be up to you.

It’s all up to you.

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distraction | viktor x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: continually engrossed in his work, it seems that viktor can't function when he has to talk to a fellow student, a pretty girl, from the academy for the first time. it can't be that bad though?

warnings: n/a

author's note: this is my first time writing for viktor, or even the arcane fandom, i understand he's ooc in this but i just love the idea of him being all blushy and flustered! enjoy :)

if there's one thing that viktor was not, it was distracted, he was married to his craft - a chronic workaholic.

everyday the thin-frammed man would be either hovered over an experiment, standing infront of a blackboard with chalk in hand using it to etch various information onto the board, or even simply sat at his desk going through papers. the first of the three scenarios had been presented to piltover today.

everyone understood that viktor had a greed for knowledge; he needed to understand the ins-and-outs of everything that interested him. in his mind nothing would distract him from his goals.

knock, knock, knock!

"excuse me?" the call of a foreign voice followed the slew of soft and timid knocks on the lab door which was laying ajar to help circulate some air into the room, per heimerdinger's request.

viktor's movements ceased and his gleaming golden eyes were torn from the project he had been tampering with at his desk. his sharp, angular features slightly scrunched up in confusion at the sound of the new voice that had disturbed the peaceful silence he had been working through - save for the soothing clink of his tools working at various bolts and screws.

he turned himself slightly to better view the entrance; the mans eyebrows drew together as his honeyed irises peered to see who was at the door, they landed on you.

it was as if in that moment, everything clicked into place. viktor's facial features relaxed, softening as he took in the sight that was in front of him.

a goddess.

beams of sunlight shone through from outisde of piltover into the workspace washing you with a heavenly glow that made you appear to be near angelic; the way in which you hair sat looked as if it were a crown bestowed upon the head of royalty, your lips looked plump and kissable. the longer viktor stared at them the more ideas and possibilities sprang to his mind.

your body too... the man decided that it was a whole other can of worms he did not want to entertain opening in that moment. viktor felt that it required far more regard than to be just skimmed over in his mind haphazardly, especially not while you were standing right before him.

though his wandering eyes definitely noticed how great your figure looked in the academy uniform...

the scientist mentally shook himself, aware that he had kept you standing there for long enough while he basically gawked at you. he was suddenly so hyperaware of himself.

did his hair look decent? what about his clothes, were they satisfactory? or worse, would you perhaps be able to notice the purple eye bags that adorned his pale complexion on the regular?

clearing his throat while fidgeting, he went to speak. viktor had moved his mouth to produce hopefully what would resemble a "what can i help you with?" or maybe if confident enough a "to what do i owe the pleasure, miss?" though it was wishful thinking on his behalf; when he tried to talk his throat seized and had suddenly dried up. it was like viktor's body was betraying him.

a scarlet blush had now dusted his face, the man gulped, trying his best to clear his throat so that he could respond so as to not make him look like a fool in front of whoever you were. the last thing he wanted was you thinking that he was some creep that holed himself away in his laboratory, who hadn't the slightest clue how to socialise.

someone who didn't know how to talk to pretty ladies like yourself.

"i-" he croaked out, voice failing him once again. shit.

clearly, viktor didn't know how to talk to pretty women.

"help- you need?- fuck-" he painfully spoke through his heavily accented voice, the latter word had been muttered to himself in frustration.

viktor's face cringed with every stumble and mistake he made before you, the blush only worsened the more he talked so he resulted to just closing his mouth. why was this happening to him now? viktor couldn't for the life of him understand why he couldn't speak, or even form a coherent sentence. there had been plenty of times he had been nervous throughout his life, why now did his voice give up on him?

as the seconds passed, your confused gaze had began to make the man antsy. the scientist's calloused fingers reached out and fiddled with a screwdriver he had been using before your interruption.

viktor didn't dare to look up or else he knew his face would flush darker than it had already, which was already a considerably dark shade much to his desire.the room was silent, he opted to stay quiet and wait for you to hopefully respond to save himself from any further embarrassment. after a few seconds, you spoke.

"yes..." an awkward moment of silence passed, "uhm, i don't suppose you know where i can find..." you stopped talking, eyebrows drawing together beautifully as your sparkling eyes peered down at a slip of paper in your hands, "professor heimerdinger?"

before he could stop himself, viktor raised his arm, stretching out his pointer finger to direct outside into the hallway; your interest piqued and in response you turned to look down the hall, back now faced away from viktor.

the flustered man was finally able to let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding in. his cheeks remained heated and flushed, though he couldn't help but notice that he felt disheartened without having your full attention. then he pulled his hand down, grabbing something to fiddle with that would distract him from his rapid heart beat.

gulping to clear his throat, he spoke up "he's at the other end of the hallway..." viktor shyly muttered to you, his eyes peeked to the door from looking towards the gadget in his hands.

he felt an exciting spark of electricity run through his usually tired body when your eyes met again, it made viktor wonder if you had this affect everytime you bore into everyone's eyes. it made him question how one singular person could be so alluring.

you were a stunning and dazzling complexity which viktor had an insatiable want to uncover and explore. he wanted to know you, understand everything there was to understand about you, and he wished to discover each individual quirk there was to take in until his brain would numb with the thought of you as a constant.

"thank you... viktor isn't it?" you had questioned with a nod and casual smile that made him feel like he was floating, like he could take on the world. he felt the flush creeping onto his cheekbones for yet another time since you'd torn him away from his tampering, the man nooded more excitedly than he had intended to, bashfullness taking over.

you knew his name? the thought made butterflies explode inside his stomach, a sickly feeling taking over. hearing the way you made his name sound special drove his mind crazy.

though viktor didn't seem to mind the affect you had on him, not when your eyes creased as you smiled after noticing how red he was. the sight was truly something to behold, viktor was sure that your happiness had the ability to heal the sick and wounded, it was so contagious that he caught his own lips starting to upturn, trying to reflect the unbridled glee before him.

"i'm y/n," you held his gaze yet again as you spoke, smiling as you did so, "thank you for your help viktor, i hope you have a nice day!" turning away from the scientist with a gentle wave, your feet carried you away from the laboratory and down the hall to find heimerdinger.

"m-my pleasure!" he had stuttered as you left, quickly getting himself up from the desk and scrambling with his cane to look out the door down the hall, desperate to get a last glimpse of you.

y/n... y/n...

it was such a pretty name. viktor believed that it fit you just right, like it was made for you.

a large exhale was released, his shoulders relaxed, and the blush remained against his ivory skin. viktor's eyes caught you just as you stepped into the professor's office, he could hear the yordle greeting you merrily from the doorway.

once the door closed and you had left his sight, he let out a sigh, turning himself to lean against the wall inside the lab before returning to his desk to hopefully resume his tinkering as previously. he brought up a hand to drag down his face in the hopes of refreshing himself.

viktor let out a huff, head lolling onto the headrest.

he knew it was no good and that he wouldn't be able to focus on his experiment; your smile was all he saw when his eyes closed, and the way you said his name rang in through his ears since you had gracefully taken the time to utter it.

he smiled to himself, uncharacteristically giddy inside after the encounter.

viktor hated being distracted from his work, though he quickly found himself not minding how the thought of you made him feel like a young boy again.

perhaps, you were a welcome distraction to him.

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