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Every episode featuring AHSOKA TANO in STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS (2008—2020) and STAR WARS: REBELS (2014—2018)

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star wars ask—favorite character for @lightasthesun ✨ ↳ Ahsoka Tano

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Daydream | The Corinthian x Fem!Character

Authors Note: This is a friendship one-shot with a female character and the Corinthian from The Sandman. Might not do anymore, unless people want more.

Mentions blood, and language

She was a daydream. She was created from the hopes and dreams of the people of the waking world. The things they craved while sitting in a classroom, in their office, or for a walk down the countryside. No, they didn’t sleep, but they were awake. They dreamed while awake, causing Daydream to be born from this escape without sleep.

Daydream was soft, her hair light pink like cotton candy, her skin pale, her lips and cheeks red. Her beauty made her job even more important. She was a walking daydream.

When Daydream was born, she came forth in a crowd of those in Dream’s realm. Lord Morpheus greeted her as she took her first breath. Her crystal eyes blinked to life, the small crowd around her as they witnessed her birth. Among the onlookers was the Nightmare, the Corinthian. Well dressed, clean cut, his ugliness hidden behind the dark shades on his face. But he watched Daydream, her beauty taking his breath away.

“Daydream,” Morpheus said to her, their eyes locking. “Come, and fulfill the dreams of those who stay awake.” His hand extended forward, Daydream took it.

As she walked the path, following Lord Morpheus, she quickly looked around at the crowd as they awed in her entrance to the Endless. She was the first of her kind, the one and only Daydream. But her attention was frozen on one man, his eyes covered with dark glasses. She stopped on the trail, watching for a moment, as he watched her.

“Daydream.” Lord Morpheus said, breaking their gaze. She hurried off to follow the Lord of Dreams.

The Corinthian couldn’t shake the feeling. Her eyes on him, it made him feel seen. Like he wasn’t just a monster, that he was something more.

Daydream had just been born into the Endless. She didn’t know what she was feeling. So, she shrugged it off as she went straight to work.

Daydream stood in a hall filled with mirrors. Each one was a daydream, although they showed her reflection, it was a gateway to a daydream. She watched the daydreams around her. A boy dreaming of a beautiful girl while his father tried to teach him a lesson. A young mother, daydreaming about what her son would become as she rubbed her swollen belly.

Daydream had become too focused on her work, she didn’t hear the footsteps of another, entering her hall of mirrors.

“Who knew people could dream without sleep.” The voice said, causing Daydream to gasp and twist around.

The Corinthian walked towards her, his hands in his pants pocket, a smirk on his face. Daydream watched as he approached, looking at the mirrors around them, seeing his reflection in some, and daydreams in others.

“You do not need to be asleep to dream.” Daydream hummed, her voice soft like a dove. “People dream all the time, it’s what keeps them going.”

“And you?” Corinthian turned to her, watching her eyes scan the mirrors.

“I am Daydream.” She turned to him with a smile on her face, causing him to smile as well. “I do nothing but dream.” He huffed at her matter-of-fact words. “And what of you Corinthian?”

He stopped, smile falling a little. “Sure, yeah.” His accent was thick for a moment. “I guess I do.”

“You guess?” Daydream smirked and turned her full attention to him.

The Corinthian also turned to her. “I’m a nightmare. I haunt dreams, I don’t make them.” His tone became hard. “I don’t have fun as you do with your mirrors. Instead,” he moved closer, closing the gap between them, “I crush your daydreams.”

Daydream didn’t move, she didn’t even react. Instead, she shook her head, “Tisk, tisk.” She wiggled her finger at him and turned away, her hips swaying. “We all dream my dear Corinthian. You cannot deny that, even if you are a nightmare.”

The Corinthian made daily visits to Daydream. Years and years of chats had turned into a friendship, one of which wasn’t a concern for Lord Morpheus, until they became too close.

Daydream believed the Corinthian wasn’t as big and bad as he seemed to be, that he had a softer side. One day he came to Daydream, red in the face with anger. He had just gotten into an argument with the Lord of Dreams.

“I give so much to him and this wretched world, and I am treated not one bit differently!” He yelled with a huff.

Daydream stood there, listening to his rant, her hands gracefully folded in front of her white dress. “You are well respected here.” She said calmly.

“Don’t bullshit me.” The Corinthian hissed. “I am a monster, a monster Dream created so he didn’t have to do any of the dirty work!” He walked back and forth. “Humans are so selfish! I should make them see a real nightmare, in the waking world.”

“Corinthian.” Daydream scowled, he stopped and looked at her. “You cannot go to the waking world.”

“And who’s going to stop me.” He said harshly.

Daydream walked up to him, laying her hands on his chest. “Don’t speak of such things.” She warned.

The Corinthian was no stranger to going to the waking world without their Lord knowing. Daydream knew that, and she would always become nervous whenever he did. Their Lord could sentence him to the darkness, or even kill him. She worried, but he never did.

Daydream pulled her hands to his shoulders, standing to the side of him. The two looked at their reflection in the mirrors before them. “What do you see?”

“If this is a game-”

“What do you see?”

The Corinthian sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. “I see a nightmare whose days are numbered here in the Endless.”

Daydream moved in front of him. “I do not agree.” She pulled her hands up, cupping his cheek. “Yes, you are a nightmare, that is your job.” She smiled, “But you are so much more than your title. You are my friend, a kind man.”

Her fingers laced around his glasses. The Corinthian never took them off, and Daydream had never seen them off. She didn’t know what was under it. The Corinthian gripped her wrists as her fingers touched the sides of the shades. His eyebrow creased down, giving a warning not to pull them off. But Daydream did not take to his warning. She pulled the glasses off as Corinthian pulled away, in shame.

“Are you happy?” He barked. “You can make fun of the nightmare with all your mirrors!?” He motioned around the room which just haunted him with his reflection.

Daydream held the glasses in her hands, her eyes watching as the Corinthian tried to hide his eyes. But she saw them. He had no eyes, no, instead it was two mouths where each eye should have been. The teeth were as white and perfect as his own in his mouth. But Daydream did not coil away in fear, she did not flinch.

Daydream stepped forward, her hand resting on his jaw. She held his face up towards her, getting a better look at his face. “I am not afraid of you.” She spoke softly to Corinthian. “Your beauty could never frighten me.”

The Corinthian seemed to relax in her touch. His expression grew soft but soon turned cold again. He snatched the glasses from her hand. Daydream stood there as he placed the shades over his eyes again, his expression hard as he took a few steps backwards. He struggled to say something, Daydream growing worried.

“The Lord of Dreams won’t be around forever.” The Corinthian spoke out. “Soon he will abandon us all and everyone shall see what kind of a nightmare he made out of me.”

Corinthian turned and quickly left Daydream, standing there shocked. She turned to her mirrors which felt much more empty to her but were still full of life from those who were daydreaming.

Lord Morpheus had sensed something was wrong. Daydream began to lack the focus and dedication she needed to keep people and their daydreaming alive and well. He had tried to speak with her, but she never had anything to say. It wasn’t until the Corinthian went rogue, that he took it as his leave to the waking world.

Daydream sighed to herself. Something was wrong. She felt empty in her duties like it wasn’t enough. Maybe this was what Corinthian talked about? Being used by their Lord until you dropped.

On this day, Lucienne walked quickly to Daydream, as she tried her best to work, although she wasn’t feeling the best.

“Daydream,” the librarian greeted. “Have you seen Lord Morpheus?”

“No,” she turned to Lucienne, “He went to the waking world last I had heard.”

“I know, he went after one of the nightmares.”

Daydream turned her attention away from the mirrors. “Corinthian?” Lucienne silently nodded, and Daydream sighed. “Is everything alright?” She asked, seeing the worried look on Lucienne’s face.

She shook her head. “I worry that something has happened in the waking world. Maybe the Corinthian-”

“He wouldn’t have done anything to Dream.” Daydream cut her off.

Lucienne looked at Daydream. “Lord Morpheus knew about what he had been telling you. How he wanted to go to the waking world.”

“You think I had something to do with Lord Morpheus’ disappearance?”

The librarian shrugged. “You have been close to Corinthian.”

Daydream’s eyes twitched, and a soft rumble shook the mirrors as one cracked. She took a deep breath and glared at Lucienne. “Please leave. I have work to do.” Lucienne hesitated but soon took her leave from the hall of mirrors.

Lord Morpheus had gone missing. There were rumblings and rumours that he had been captured by mortals. Daydream had also not seen the Corinthian in over the same amount of time. She was growing worried.

But her worries were quickly overshadowed by the number of creatures and being leaving the dream realm. They claimed their Lord had abandoned them. Daydream didn’t think that, not at first. But as days grew into weeks, and soon into years. She grew angry.

What was the point of daydreams when one could not sleep in peace in this realm? Why should she work extra hard, harder than she had ever worked her whole life, just because the Lord of Dreams had been stupid enough to get captured? Day by day, slowly, the mirrors around her began to crack and become cloudy with her anger.

Daydream grew bitter, with hate, and resentment for being created.

Her hands grew bloody, shards of glass around her foot as she smashed yet another mirror in anger.

“Why have you grown bitter, my Daydream?”

Daydream stopped. Her breathing was heavy, white dress was covered in her own blood from her hands. She turned, eyes heavy, hair a mess. She no longer looked calm and put together as she had for thousands of years. She was worn out, tired, frustrated.

“We were abandoned.” She said her voice was even low and rough. “He abandoned us, just as you said.”

The Corinthian stepped closer, his hand lay on her cheek, a tear rolling down her face. It had been years, so many years since she last saw him.

“You abandoned me.” Daydream’s voice broke as she looked at him.

“I will never abandon you again.” He said in a whisper, his hands on both sides of her face, cupping her. “Come with me, to the waking world.” He licked his lips, “See what I see, become what I am. You can feel like a human being.”

Daydream stood there, watching him, his excitement. “I-I can’t.”

“Oh but you can!” The Corinthian whispered. “You said to yourself, Dream has abandoned us.” He leaned in closer. “Come with me.” He said wickedly.

Daydream turned away from his grasp. Her body pulled herself to her mirrors. She placed her bloody hand on the cool glass. Her reflection was someone she didn’t recognize. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lowered her head, eyes squeezed shut.

Suddenly, every mirror in her hall of daydreams burst and shattered around her. Glass fell to her feet. She turned around, facing The Corinthian, a wicked smirk on his face. She matched him and walked stalked towards him.

“Let’s go, Nightmare.”

The Corinthian moved to the side and bowed, “After you Daydream.”

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Slutty men that wear silly glasses that only know how to go :|

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OBI-WAN KENOBI | 1.02 “Part II”

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 17

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

Summary: You return back to Jayce.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1082

A/N: Thank you all for the love. I'm back now hopefully as this story slowly comes to an end soon. Thank you for being so kind and understanding while I took a small break.

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The sky was grey. The sky couldn’t be seen from the Undercity, but then it wasn’t any better in Piltover. Once you reached the point where the smog and mistreated airlifted, you were greeted by a cloudy sky. Rain poured down as it mixed with your tears of pain. You were exhausted, tired, hurting, aching, heartbroken. You looked down to your metal arm, the rain droplets forming as small little clanking sounds came from it as the rain it the shiny exterior.

You hated it. You hated the idea of having something so artificial attached to you. It was embedded into your skin, the wires now connected to your nerves as it moved when you wanted it to. It was also a reminder of Viktor.

He was alive after you fought so hard to try and find him. He lied, hiding behind a mask to mess with you. Those sleepless nights filled with worry and tears. But when sleep did come, you were flooded with nightmares, fuelled by his deception. You felt angry, used by not only the council but by Viktor and his own advancements with Zaun.

Water dripped from your body as you swung open the doors to the lab. Your body shook with anger and sadness as you saw Jayce turn his head from sitting at his desk. His eyes grew wide as he quickly stood, looking you over.

“Y/n.” He gasped out. Jayce saw your hollow eyes, heavy with exhaustion. Blood still stained parts of your ripped shirt. Your arm, shining in the dim lights of the lab. “A-Are you alright?” He hesitated as he saw your arm, dripping with water.

“He’s alive.” You said, your voice cracking.

Jayce gave you a questionable look. “Who?”

“Viktor.” Your voice fell, eyes lifting to Jayce. “He’s in the Undercity, in Emberflit Alley.” Jayce stayed quiet, his eyes trained on yours. “Oh my god.” You whispered. “You knew.”

“Y/n-”

“No.” You shook your head, water dripped down your face. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Don’t do this.”

“Tell me the truth.” You demanded. “Now!”

Jayce sighed and sat himself back down, his hand pulled on his face. “Yes, I knew. I never told you because I wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me?” Your nose scrunched at his answer. “From what?”

“Viktor wasn’t in favour of protecting Piltover. He made his decision and joined the fight for Zaun's freedom, becoming a threat to us.” Jayce explained, his hands moving around before him.

“So you decided to use me?” You stepped closer, the dull pain in your head grew quickly. “You used me as a weapon against Viktor?”

Jayce shook his head and stood up. “We needed all the help we could get.” His voice was low. “And Viktor is not the same man you knew.”

“No.” You shook your head, your hand trying to rub the pain from your head away. “You’re not the man I once knew.” Jayce eyed you.

“He lied to you.”

“So did you.” You snapped.

You took a deep breath. The pain wasn’t going away and you started to wince at the growing pain in your head.

“I’m sorry,” Jayce spoke as you opened your eyes. His own gaze landed on your arm. “I never meant to hurt you. It wasn’t supposed to come to this.”

You clicked your tongue, “Well it did.” You lifted your arm, “I’d be dead if it wasn’t for Viktor.” Jayce looked away again, ashamed of what he had done to you.

“We should regroup,” Jayce said quickly. “Convince the council to finally-”

“I’m not being a part of this anymore.” You put your hand up, stopping Jayce.

Jayce’s mouth hung open. “But we need you.”

“You need my magic,” you frowned, “not me.” You looked down to your arm, the shining metal reflected the lamp on Jayce's desk. Your voice was low, “I’m done using my magic to hurt others.”

With your eyes now lifted back to Jayce, you blinked as a low hum rang through your ears. You shook your head and turned, head spinning as your fleshed hand came to your temple again, trying to counteract the headache. Nothing was working, your head spun as you stumbled, feeling Jayce’s arms wrap around you before you hit the ground. You pushed yourself off him, pulling from him as he asked if you were alright. As you took another few steps forward, the hum became stronger, turning into a ringing in your ears. You felt exhausted, your body jittery as it felt like electricity was moving in your blood. Your legs gave out, your body tumbled to the ground unconscious as Jayce rushed to your aid.

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The storm had now fully moved into Piltover. Rain poured from the dark sky, booming thunder sounded from outside, followed by flashes of lightning. The room was quiet, the sound of rain hitting the glass windows was all that could be heard. There was an unknown chill in the air as Jayce looked on.

Finally, the finest doctor in all of Piltover stood straight, his stethoscope pulled back from his ears as he sighed. “I can’t find anything wrong.” He informed the councillor. “She is in perfect health.”

“What about her arm? Could it be an infection?” Jayce questioned.

The doctor shook his head. “The work done on her wound is like nothing I’ve seen, but it isn’t infected.” The doctor smirked, “Whoever mended her arm and created that prosthetic should be a doctor themselves.” Jayce looked down to your unconscious body, your chest slowly rising then falling again.

The doctor picked up his back, placing some tools back as he stood next to Jayce. He looked once more to you as he sighed and lay a hand on the councilman’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly, “I don’t know how to help her.”

Jayce turned to him. He let out the air in his lungs as he watched the doctor take leave. His gaze turned back to you, your eyes closed, body pale. You no longer had that bright glow on your skin, but rather a sickly drained feel to your face. He was unsure of how to help you. You were sick, dying even. He had lost one friend to the madness of sickness, now you were dying of something completely unknown.

Then it hit him. His old friend grew to the madness of something so powerful, something beyond the world they knew. Grew to the madness that you warned them about.

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THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA (2022 - ) season one

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Hi, i hope you're doing well!!!

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I planned on posting a new part but my cat just passed away. Things are piling up with school and work. I apologize for the delay in parts, I’ll post as soon as I can.

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Are you on Wattpad or A3?

I actually am, but I go by a different name. I also don't have the Viktor story on Wattpad, but I might in the future. My name on Wattpad is Nerdsofbooks, but the fandoms are all over the place.

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 16

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Summary: You wake up in an unknown place.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 2279

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! Also, Happy Valentine's day, here is the next part. But this part is gonna hurt...

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Flashes of light, blurred vision, blood. You were in and out of conciseness, your throat dry from your screams of agony. Sweat dripped down your exhausted pale face, your eyes heavy, forcing you to go back into the darkness. You couldn’t focus on anything, just a figure moving around you quickly. The sound of sparks flying and the smell of metallic blood seeped into your senses in the moments that you were awake.

After what felt like hours, you had finally calmed down, his work finished. He pulled back from you, watching as your eyes closed, falling quiet again, your screams no longer filling the air. He took a breath, looking down to his hands, covered in your blood. Picking up a new white cloth, he cleaned his hands, not wanting to have your blood on him anymore. After a moment of making sure you were fully asleep, he stood from his bench, walking away from your pale frame.

Slowly, you regained consciousness. Your eyes moved around the ceiling, looking at the blurry cracks in the stone above you. Your head fell to the side, slowly blinking as you tried to take in your surroundings. Tables lined around the wall, filled with papers and metal parts, as if someone had been working. You moved your head to the other side, seeing blood spots had dripped on the table you were laying on. You swallowed as you followed the blood trail, leading it back to your left arm.

Your eyes grew wide, fully focused on what was your left arm. You quickly sat up but felt dizzy from the blood you had lost. You stared at the no longer fleshed arm, now replaced with metal. Your fingers graced over it, your breathing became ragged, worry filling you. Your hand moved, all your fingers could bend, you could twist your arm. But it wasn’t human flesh.

The sound of heavy footsteps brought your attention quickly to the stairway in front of you. You quickly scrambled to your feet, but quickly fell to the floor from the weakness of your legs.

“It is not wise to move in your condition.” The distorted voice rang out.

You pushed yourself back as he stood only ten feet from you, his hands behind his back, mask on. “What did you do to me?” Your voice broke, no longer holding up your tough facade.

He stepped closer, his head moving towards the door. “The council will be missing you.” He snapped, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“My arm.” You urged. “What did you do to it?” You demanded. You tried to pull yourself up, holding onto the table with your human hand, afraid to even move your new arm.

The man looked at you. “I merely saved you, no need to thank me.” He stepped to the side and moved towards his workbench, flipping through some papers.

You gazed at him, confused. You brought your fleshed hand to your temple, a dull pain coming back. “Wh-what happened?”

The man stopped flipping pages, his head turning to save you, looking over his shoulder. A sigh came from him, now turning to fully face you. “Jayce Talis hit you with Hextech weaponry.” His voice was low.

You blinked with a frown, your brows knit together. Flashes of the fight came into your head, your screaming, the pain. “You saved me.” You whispered softly, looking up to him, “Why?”

The man said nothing, just watched you for a moment. He turned and waved his hand over to the door. “You’re free to leave.”

“No, wait!” You moved closer, stumbling on your knees. He stopped and looked over his shoulder to you. “You said I was a weapon to them? Why didn’t you just leave me to die? Why did you save me?”

Silence filled the air once again. There was something not right about this story. This machine man had killed Viktor, teased you for doing such a deed. Now, he tried to convince you to break away from the council because you were too blind with revenge to see that they were using you. But after all that, he saved you. He had a chance to leave you to die, but he didn’t. He saved your life.

“Who are you?” You breathed out.

“You need to leave.” His voice hummed back, anger growing behind his mask.

Suddenly, a giant golem came from the stairway, breaking your attention away from the man. Its giant nature was something to behold, and it was something you gasped at. Its eyes blinked to you, head tilting to the side.

“Father, mother is awake.” It pointed to you.

The man whipped around, sighing in frustration. “Blitz, take her out of here.”

“Mother?” You questioned as the giant golem moved towards you. You scrambled back away from it, clenching your metal arm. Blitzcrank quickly took you by the arm, pulling you towards the door. “Wait, stop!” You clawed at its grip on your artificial wrist, trying to get away. You pulled your magic down, the blade around your flesh wrist. Slicing up as it just bounced off it with a clank.

“Your magic won’t work on him.” The man said as Blitzcrank continued to pull you from the door.

The giant monster pulled you forward, the door swinging open. It threw you down into the street, stumbling as you regained your balance. “Wait!” You called after the golem, it stopped and looked to you. “You called me mother, why?”

It took a moment for your question to sink into its metalhead. “Father spoke of you once, telling stories about how you ran away from home many years ago.” You looked at Blitz, your heart sinking. “He drew pictures of you in his workings. Father would throw them out, but I secretly kept them.” It blinked, head tilting to the side like a lost puppy. “You are important to him, just like how I am important to father.”

You felt sick, so sick that you wanted to throw up, scream and cry. You wanted to curse out everything you had seen, heard, experienced. But you stood there, in the dark street, the smell of chemicals filling your lungs. You pushed forward, moving Blitz out of the way with all the energy you could muster up. You moved back into the work area, the man turned away from you, looking down to his table. You looked at the back of his head. His hair, curling at the end, it was how you remembered it.

“You never killed Viktor.” Your voice was low, hardly a whisper. But it was just enough for the man to look over his shoulder, golden eyes piercing you. Tears weld up in your eyes, your throat tightened with anger.

“Go away, y/n.” He warned.

“You lied to me.” You moved closer, feeling angry. He turned to you, watching as your eyes flashed green, your fleshed hand glowing. “You left me. You left me again!” You brought your hands up, smacking them against his metal chest. He let you hit him, but after a minute of you yelling at him for leaving, he grabbed your wrists, holding them down. He leaned closer, his breathing could be heard under his helmet. You looked up to his, your heartbreaking as you looked to his metal facade. “I needed you, Viktor.” You cried out.

Viktor said nothing, his eyes under his mask scanned your face. He had completely broke you. You cried silently. Tears painted your red face, eyes pleading for something, anything. “I couldn’t be there for you.” He said after a moment. “I can’t be there for you.”

Your chest rose and fell. The weight of Viktor being alive and in front of you made you dizzy. His grip loosened on your wrists, he pulled back and sighed. “What happened to you?” You croaked out.

Viktor turned away, pulling his hand across his mask. “I could not stand by while the council tore apart Zaun. Hextech was created to help those who need it, not destroy them.”

“Then why attack the council? Why did the people of Zaun follow you to storm the Academy?”

Viktor gave a shrug. “They call me the Machine Herald. I needed a distraction while I took supplies. But I never knew you would still be here.”

You let out a sob. “Oh god.” You gasped out. “I killed innocent people.” You rubbed your face, the cold metal of your new hand cooled you, but also made you weary. “I killed them.” You whispered over and over, eyes wide in horror of your actions.

Viktor reached forward, trying to pull you away from your mind as it consumed you with worry. But you smacked his hand away, glaring at him. You huffed as tears fell down your face. Your anger fell into sadness. The deep feeling of killing someone haunted you.

“Your emotions are making you weak,” Viktor said standing tall, his eyes down on you. “You are consumed by the pain. If you had no emotions, then none of this would have happened.”

You looked up to him, “You left! You broke me!” You yelled out.

“Emotions are making you lose control.”

You shook your head. “What are you saying, Viktor? Do you hear yourself?”

“I know exactly what I am doing.” Viktor’s voice rose. “I am no longer the man you knew. I ripped the parts of me that made me weak, the parts that held me back, including my emotions.” He pointed to the parts of his body, now replaced with metal.

You looked at him, horror in your eyes. He had changed, changed into the monster that help feed you the pain and revenge that led you down a darker path. “Does my love for you mean nothing to you now?” You whispered out.

Viktor straightened his back, “Love is a weakness.” He said coldly. “Look what your love did to yourself.” He motioned towards your metal arm.

“If you believe that, then why did you save my life? Why bring me here?” You motioned to the room around you.

“It was a mistake.” Viktor leaned closer, his voice low and stern. “You cannot stay here, y/n. Go before I throw you out myself.” He warned.

You nodded, swallowing the pain in your heart. “Say it to me, without the mask.”

“What?” Viktor asked sharply.

“Tell me you don’t love me, without hiding behind your facade.” Your voice was still, face calm as Viktor sighed in annoyance. “Let me know that what you say is true.”

“Very well,” Viktor whispered. His hand came up to the side of his mask, his hand gripped the sides as he pulled it up over his face.

You didn’t know what to expect. Maybe you thought he had changed every part of him, that he was nothing of the man he once was, made completely out of artificial parts. But as he lifted the mask, his pale skin could still be seen. The sides of his jawline were metal, his eyes shone brighter with the glow of yellow. But it was still Viktor, still his face, still his eyes. His eyes looked back at you, his face, emotionless as he looked at your pained expression. You reached forward, your flesh coming in contact with his metal jawline. Your thumb moved across his cheekbone, hand resting on his cheek. You felt his soft skin again, the part that wasn’t fake, but the real Viktor. The Viktor you knew. For a moment Viktor leaned into your touch, his eyes closing, taking in the moment. But his eyes opened again, his metal hand grabbing your wrist, pulling your hand away from his soft skin.

“I cannot love you, y/n.” His voice stilled. “It is a weakness I cannot afford to have.” Viktor stepped away, letting your wrist go. “Go, and don’t come back.”

You nodded shuffling on your feet as you touched your metal arm. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” Viktor said sharply. “Go back to your council, be their weapon for all I care. That’s the only thing your good for to them!” He shouted.

“I can’t believe anything you say.” Your voice was hushed. “You lied then, you’re lying now.”

“Jayce only wanted you to join because you were powerful! I left because I didn’t want to be involved in his little escapade to treat you like a tool of destruction!” Viktor slammed his hand down on the table, causing you to flinch at his sudden anger.

“This isn’t you.” You whispered.

You turned away, leaving the room. You stopped once more and turned back towards Viktor. He placed his mask back on, turning away from you. You hit your lip, feeling cold as you walked out the door past Blitzcrank. It blinked at you for a moment as you walked into the fog of the darkness, leaving Viktor alone once again.

Blitz watched, but then turned back into the lab of Viktor. Its creator was hunched over his desk, staring off into nothingness. “Why has mother left?” It asked.

Viktor glanced over his shoulder, his hands pressed into the metal of his tabletop. “She has better things to do than wait around here.” He said coldly.

Blitzcrank said nothing, blinking to its father as Viktor ripped his mask off, slamming it against the metal of the table. The mask cracked up the side, the same spot he had patched after your first encounter with him. The mask lay cracked and broken on the table, Viktor moved away, leaving Blitz to stare at the mask that was a representation of your relationship with Viktor.

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Will Victor ever learn the mage had his kid in your story?

Mayyyyybbbeeeee... You gotta stay tuned

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 15

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Summary: The new threat returns, but this time, the battle takes a turn for the worst.

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of injury.

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 2090

A/N: I'M ALIVE!! Sorry, this part has taken so long to push out, I'm super busy with school and still trying to write the next few parts of this story. BUT, enjoy this very intense part!

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“We’ve increased forces on the bridge,” Jayce said, his hands folded in front of him. “We have to be prepared for anything.”

“Very well.” Mel nodded, her eyes moving around the room. “Councillor Y/ln. Any new developments on finding the Hexcore.”

You said nothing, your hands folded, over your mouth as your gaze was down. You were deep in thought, not focused on the important meeting before you. It was the same meeting. More enforcers on the bridge. Nothing new on the people of Zaun. No word from that monster who killed Viktor.

“Y/n?” Jayce whispered next to you, leaning closer across his seat.

You blinked a few times and took a sharp breath, seeing everyone watching you made you drop your hands from a praying position. “No, nothing. I’m sorry.”

“We must do something about that machine.” One member spoke.

“I’ve heard he’s been stealing body parts from the scum of the undercity.” Another said.

“Maybe that isn’t a bad thing.” One more mumbled in response.

“Either way,” Mel interrupted, “the Hexcore must be brought back.”

“If in the wrong hands it can be extremely dangerous.” You said lifting your eyes up again. “We have to get it back.”

“I agree.” Jayce nodded your way. “If we could possibly-”

Glass shattered around you, flying over the table as members of the council gasped and yelled. You lowered yourself, hiding for a moment before looking back towards Jayce who looked towards Mel, making sure she was safe. More yelling came from outside as you stood, rushing to the window. Looking down over the city, you saw a group of people rushing below, attacking enforcers on campus. You turned as enforcers came rushing into the room.

“Get everyone to safety!” Jayce yelled as he helped Mel to her feet, ushering her to go with a guard. “We’ve got to get to the lab,” Jayce said as he rushed to you.

You and Jayce then both turned and rushed down the hall, passing people getting to safety. It reminded you too much of the first attack, people of Zaun, filled with shimmer. A man, hardly looking like one came running towards you, purple dripping from his mouth. You pulled yourself in front of Jayce, pumping your hands down and forming the green swords. You swung your arm and sliced his arm off, his scream filling the hall. Jayce stumbled back as the hand fell before him, you motioned for him to follow.

Finally making it to the lab, Jayce grabbed his hammer again, ready to fight. As Jayce prepared himself, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. A chill went down your spine as you looked over your shoulder, glancing around the dark lab. The soft hum of something caused you to fully turn to the darkness of the lab. Two orange glows came from beyond, moving closer towards the light. You clenched your knuckles, the glow of green crept into your hands as you watched it reflect off the silver of his body.

“Y/n,” Jayce said from behind you, hearing his hammer hum with energy.

“Go.” You said, not looking to him, your eyes fixed on the man before you. “I’ll take care of him.” Jayce didn’t move, the grip of his hammer became tighter. The screams from people in the Academy became louder. “Go!” You whipped your head over your shoulder, barking at him. The muscles in his neck twitched, his eyes focused back on the metal man as he turned on his boots, running out the door and into the hall to help enforcers.

Your eyes circled him before you, the rush of adrenaline pumped into your veins. The glow crept back into your hands. You wore no gloves, the darkness of your fingertips exposed to the world with no shame. The anger filled you again, unable to hold back such emotions that you had hidden for so long.

“I see you have become one of them.” His voice spoke clearly.

“And what’s ‘one of them?” You asked as you both started to circle each other, watching each other, waiting for one to make the first move.

“An entitled pretentious socialite who feeds off the weak.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “Councillor y/ln. It doesn’t suit you.”

You smirked back, the sound of your boots echoing off the walls of the lab. He followed suit. “I’ve also heard they’ve given you a new name down in Zaun.” You teased. “The Machine Herald.”

“I do not condone to the name the people of Zaun have given me.”

“And I don’t conform to the ways of the council.”

He tilted his head, his staff glowing in his grip. “Then why do you join their forces?”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed. “Are you going to ask me twenty questions, or can I kill you now?”

The Machine Herald stopped walking, as did you. “You are foolish.” He grumbled.

“So are you.” You grinned. “Coming back here, with all these enforcers?” You chuckled harshly, your eyes becoming dark. “I’m going to kill you for what you did.”

His back straightened, his glowing eyes burning holes into your skull. Pumping your fists down, your magic ignited, forming the blades around your wrists. Running forward, you let out the yell that crawled in your throat. Boosting yourself with magic, you jumped above him, bringing your arm up, ready to strike him. He quickly pulled himself back, just missing as you landed, the green blade lodging itself into the marble floor, cracking it. You pulled your hand up, head whipping forward as you stood straight again, watching as the hand behind his back pulled forward towards you. You quickly jumped to the side, slicing at it but just hitting the edge, knocking one of the fingers off. The man growled and grabbed your blade with his metal arm. Struggling at his grasp, you pulled your legs up and lodged your feet into his chest. Pushing yourself off from his chest, you tumbled to the ground as he stumbled back from your force.

Standing again, the hand behind his back powered up, shooting a laser at you. Moving quickly on your feet, you dodged left and right, the laser cracking into the floor and burning the stone. You danced around him, pulling your blade you sliced at his metal leg, causing him to fall forward on his knee. You brought your arm up to hit him but the arm grabbed your hands and held them above your head. The machine stood to his feet, you hanging by your hands. You grunted at the grasp on your hands. His free hand grabbed your face, fingertips burning into your cheeks.

“You are a fool!” He yelled in your face. “They are using you! Can’t you see!” He yelled.

You pulled your hand from the grasp of the metal one on his back. You sliced down into his shoulder, the hand dripping you as he groaned in pain. Tumbling to the ground, you scrambled back to your feet as he looked at the cracking wires broken from his shoulder. You huffed at the sight, the wires sparked at your gaze. You turned back to him, pulling your blades back you approached with a quick step. Once you reached him, he pulled his staff forward, knocking you back as it hit the side of your face. With your head down he knocked you back again, the staff knocking you in the back of the head.

Now fallen on your back, your vision blurry, you coughed as blood could be tasted on your tongue. You sat up, body aching, breathing heavy. His chest rose and fell quickly, he too becoming tired from the dance you danced together. You were tired, weak, finished. You didn’t want to give up, but you couldn’t do this forever, especially against a machine man.

Sudden the doors burst open, Jayce running in, lip bleeding, dripping in sweat. His hammer was covered in blood, his eyes wild as he saw you down on the ground, pain on your face. “Y/n.” He whispered out.

You put your hand out, stopping him. “Don’t, Jayce.” Your voice was hoarse, weak from everything.

The Machine Herald caught the eye of Jayce, letting out a wicked chuckle he shook his head. “You are nothing but a weapon to them, something they can use and throw out once you have done their deeds.” He turned to you.

“That’s not true,” Jayce growled back.

“Why else would they let you join the council?” He urged, “To play dress up and make plans? They only want you because they fear you.” The man stepped forward, his arm forward to you, “If they can control what they fear, then they can become even stronger than before.”

“Lies!” Jayce argued.

“Listen to him,” the man motioned to Jayce. “You know he is afraid of you, he’s the one who asked you to join the council. He’s one of them.” His voice grew lower, he stepped closer to you. “The council will kill you once they are done with you.” He pointed to Jayce. “He will kill you.”

You listened, his words sinking into your head. You hated this man, he killed Viktor, but he was right. The council never wanted your help because you were smart, but because you were powerful. If they controlled you, then they had a weapon that they could use against others who tried to interfere with their plans. Just like now. You were the weapon, keeping away the Machine Herald.

“Y/n,” Jayce spoke quickly. “You help Piltover, you help the people.” You looked over to him. “You protect the people of Piltover from those of Zaun.”

It suddenly hit you. You had become a monster. Those visions, the ones of you, but that wasn’t you. The dark version of yourself was the one you saw if you went further down this path if you let your magic consume you. You couldn’t do this.

“They will always use you.” The man spoke. “Do not let them destroy you.” His voice was soft, reassuring in a weird familiar way.

“That’s enough.” You heard Jayce say.

He lowered his hammer, getting it ready to blast away the man. You watched for a moment, your mind conflicted. You moved to your feet as Jayce shot towards the man. Your feet moved quickly as you pushed his heavy metal frame out of the way. You fell to the ground with a heavy thud. At first, you didn’t feel anything, but as you turned and saw the look on Jayce’s face, you knew it wasn’t good. Your eyes quickly felt heavy as you fell back into unconsciousness.

Jayce couldn’t believe what he had done. You had jumped in front of the monster you were both hunting. In doing so, he had hit you. The machine man groaned and held his head as he stood up, looking towards your unconscious body.

“What have you done?” Jayce mumbled, tears brimming his eyes.

“Me?” He huffed, “You shot her!”

“Because you were manipulating her!” Jayce barked back, his face red with anger.

The Machine Herald stepped closer to you, your eyes closed. He looked down and saw what Jayce had done. Dropping to his knees his hands hovered over your still body as he saw what had happened. His breathing became rough, his anger building as well.

Your left arm was completely gone, the shoulder pocket now nothing but burnt skin.

Jayce stepped forward, his hammer ready again. “Step away from her.” He whispered.

His golden eyes lifted to Jayce. “She needs medical assistance.”

“I said,” Jayce stepped forward again, “step away from her, now!”

Seeing the danger he was in, he pulled his staff forward, pointing it to him. The man pressed a button. “Blitzcrank, take care of Councillor Talis.” He said quickly.

Before Jayce could hit his metal frame with his hammer, he had scooped your unconscious body in his arms, pressing you to the cold metal of his chest. He lifted you up, the large golem stomping its way in from climbing up the open window. Jayce stood in shock at the large bronze robot before him, never seeing such a thing before in his life.

“Kill him if you have to.” The Machine Herald said as the golem prepared himself to fight Jayce.

The man quickly moved towards the window, you in his arms. He jumped from the window, quickly disappearing into the undercity of Zaun.

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THEY RELEASED OUR BOY.

THEY RELEASED OUR BOY.

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Made in Glory is so good! I am really enjoying the twists and turns of the story

Thank you! I’m hoping to get the next part out sometime this week, which has many more plot twists as well :))