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Vi tries to come up with an appropriate nickname for Sevika Sevika prefers Vi screaming her name 👀

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“Sugar isn’t quite right, I don’t think.” 

Vi was a little breathless. Sevika was poised above her, lips dark from kissing her senseless. She raises an eyebrow at Vi, then rolls her eyes, leaning down to press her into the sheets and nibble on her jaw. 

“I don’t need a nickname,” Sevika mutters, teeth scraping against the soft skin just below her earlobe, earning a breathy gasp.

“S-Sure you do, Vika,” Vi pants, squirming impatiently. Sevika chuckles, a big hand pressing her hips to the bed, pinning her still. 

“Vika is a nickname,” Sevika coos, trying to distract her again. 

Vi was stubborn, though. “No,” She whines. “It’s your name, not, oh,”

Sevika hums, licking over her nipple again, shirt rucked up to her collarbones. Vi gives her a sweet little moan and for a moment she thinks she’s won. Until Vi tangles her fingers in her hair and sucks in a purposeful breath. 

“W-What about… Honey bun?” Vi pants. Sevika bites her nipple. 

“Keep talking about food and I’ll get hungry,” she purrs, playful, when Vi squeals and bucks her hips. 

“Sevika!” Vi’s voice shakes with laughter. “This is serious!”

“I don’t need a nickname.” Sevika decides, pulling Vi’s pants off and getting fingers on her clit. She tilts her head as her girlfriend goes stupid and flushed at the feeling, lips parted as she pants. “There we go. You don’t like saying my name, baby?” 

“I-I do, ah - Sevika...” 

Sevika’s eyelashes flicker. Ah. There it was. “That’s better. Keep saying my name, baby. Focus on me.” 

Vi whimpers, her self assigned task forgotten as Sevika settles over her and presses her into the mattress for a fun night between the sheets. With only her name on Vi’s lips.

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Sorry for no updates in the past few weeks - work has been insane. I've also been working on an original work that's very near and dear to my heart. I can't promise more updates super soon, but I just wanted to check in ❤️ thank you everyone for all the lovely comments, likes, kudos, bookmarks, etc. This community has brought me full force into making writing an outlet again, and I'm so grateful.

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what do you think about post canon angst between sevika and vi

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My answer lies in the notes, however here is a bit of a character study sparked by this ask <3 thank you for submitting!

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Vi finding ways to make sevika blush!!!

Sevika was a tough nut to crack. It had been hard enough for Vi to get past her rough and tumble barriers, to become more than a thorn in her side or a girl to take home for one night. But Vi was nothing if not stubborn, and Sevika had given in the moment she’d realized Vi wasn’t going anywhere that wasn’t with her. Now, with the hardest task accomplished, Vi had to find new ways to make her partner show bits of herself she didn’t usually. Her newest goal was to make Sevika blush.

The first time she manages to do it, Sevika is a little drunk, coming home from a night out. Vi had stayed home to clean and to set up a surprise for Sevika; baking her favorite dessert. Sevika had become fond of the finer desserts in her time as a Councilor, latching onto things that could only be found in Piltover. Zaun didn’t have the luxury of finer ingredients, and their own delicacies were simple and easy to make with next to nothing.

Vi had gone completely out of her way to make this dessert. Learning new skills, going into Piltover to get ingredients, even stopping at a bakery topside to learn one thing she couldn’t quite perfect. But she had done it, and tonight was the night it had come out perfect.

Sevika comes home when Vi is standing back and admiring her creation, quite pleased with herself. She looks up when the door closes, grinning.

“Just in time!” She announces, whirling around and hurrying over to herd a tipsy Sevika to the kitchen. “C’mere, I made something for you.”

“F’me?” Sevika grunts, kicking off her shoes. She hardly moves when Vi tugs on her arm.

“Yes, come on you slowpoke.” Vi hangs off her arm, leaning in the direction of the kitchen. Sevika doesn’t budge. It’s… kind of impressive.

“Comin’.” Sevika moves toward the kitchen, and Vi brightens again, curling her hand into her partner’s.

They approach Vi’s masterpiece together: a chocolate torte made with a special kind of dark chocolate handmade in Piltover itself, with a sea salt caramel Vi had made from scratch with a candy thermometer and everything, and a small pot of homemade milk chocolate fudge sauce to go with it.

“I made it for you,” she says, suddenly feeling silly and nervous, holding Sevika’s hand and wondering if all the time she’d spent was maybe a waste. Maybe Sevika didn’t want a beginner level dessert that she usually got from experienced bakers topside. She braces herself, and looks up at her partner.

What she finds is exactly what she had set out to find; Sevika is blushing. Her brown eyes are wide, staring at her favorite dessert in disbelief for a second or two longer than sober Sevika might. She pulls her gaze away and looks down at Vi, astonishment and fondness full to the brim in eyes as sweet and luxurious as the dessert in front of her.

“You made this for me?” She asks, something in her voice a little husky, a little crackly.

“Yeah,” Vi breathes, caught up in a sea of chocolate more valuable than anything Piltover could invent.

She gets a pretty stunning kiss as a reward for it, too.

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The second time Sevika blushes, it’s when Vi wears a dress to a Piltover ball the Council was hosting. It was a celebration of Zaun’s first anniversary of independence, and Sevika had gotten her way. Piltover was celebrating, and all of Zaun was invited to dress as fancy as they wanted and enjoy everything they’d been barred from for a night. It was progress, from the City of Progress, although slow going.

Regardless, it was a night to celebrate, and Vi had bought just the outfit for it. A black silk shirt that plunged below her tits, buttoned together with gold buttons right beneath them. It was tucked into maroon trousers that hugged her ass and legs. She was wearing a gold chain necklace Sevika had bought her, and had done her makeup for the night. Gold and black, smoky and sensual, her final touch a deep maroon lipstick that brought out the stark grey of her eyes.

Sevika gapes when she sees Vi. Her mouth works uselessly, cheeks bright red, and when Vi asks if she looks alright, she shakes her head.

“Alright is not the word I would use, Violet,” she says, and crosses the room in three strides.

Vi is swept into a kiss that smudges her lipstick on Sevika’s lips, leaving the stain of her for all to see. She’s blushing herself when they part, breathless and ready to be arm candy if it means Sevika will continue to look at her like that. Like she’s the only person on Runeterra, and still Sevika can’t get enough of her.

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The third time is much more intimate.

It’s after a bottle or so of champagne. It’s after the party that went till the sun rose, until Piltover saw exactly what Zaun was made of when they invited them into their walls. Until Sevika’s admiring glances turned to open gazing turned to smoldering desire and staring. Until Vi had pulled her to the exit by the collar and teased her the entire way home.

Sevika blushes when they are both naked, when they are both covered in lipstick smudges and the remnants of a good night. When Vi rolls them over with a powerful surge of her hips and settles atop her.

“Stay,” she says, reaching forward to brush her fingers over that blush.

Sevika stays. She tilts her head into the touch, her lips finding Vi’s fingertips. Her eyelashes flicker, her brown eyes lingering on Vi’s grey. Her cheeks were splotched with the prettiest shade of pink, bordering red. Vi smiles.

“You look so pretty when you blush,” she murmurs.

Sevika’s blush spreads to her neck. Vi leans down, on a quest to find out how much further it would spread.

(Much farther, she learns. But that was a secret just for her.)

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Sevika and her large hands Vi an her pretty hands

“Your hands are so small…” Sevika muses. 

They were laying in bed after a long day, legs intertwined and bodies curled toward one another. Vi scoffs softly, her cheek resting against Sevika’s collarbone. Sevika can feel her breath against her skin. She smiles to herself, tipping to nuzzle her hair as she takes one of Vi’s hands in her own. 

She brushes a thumb over her knuckles, feeling the delicate bone beneath. She was calloused and scarred here, from all the years of violence her skin had seen. Sometimes it still broke open, when she didn’t take care of it or she slipped into old habits. Sevika had taught her a little patience, gotten to the point where Vi didn’t need bandages around her hands anymore. 

Her thumb spans two of Vi’s knuckles at a time. It sweeps over the length of her pointer finger, slender and soft. She rubs the pad of her thumb against Vi’s fingernail, catching on the edge. 

“Need to trim your nails,” Sevika murmurs, earning a sleepy grunt.

“What’re you up to?” Vi murmurs, pressing her face deeper into her partner’s chest. 

Sevika only smiles, slipping her hand beneath Vi’s, cradling it and spreading her fingers so that Vi’s spreads out against hers. Their palms kiss, and Sevika feels Vi’s lips curl into a smile against her skin. 

“So small…” She murmurs again. Vi’s fingers came up a few centimeters beneath the third knuckle of Sevika’s, her hand taking up nearly half the space Sevika’s did. Sevika could see every vein in her hand, every ligament, every bone. 

She reaches up with her free hand and brushes the pad of her pointer finger up the blue vein trailing from the back of her wrist, under the paper thin skin of her hand, to the very tip of her middle finger. Vi shivers slightly, fingers flexing against Sevika’s. 

“Tickles,” she breathes, and Sevika smiles. 

“I love you.” She says, lifting Vi’s hand to her lips and pressing a kiss to the center. She turns it gently and presses one to her palm, too. 

“Love you, Sev.” Vi’s cheeks are pink. 

Sevika’s smile widens, and she settles in to admire the hand she didn’t have a hold of. How lucky she was to be able to hold these hands for as long as Vi would allow.

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I hope you like it!! Thank you for waiting <3

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Genuinely, writing for everyone in the past few months has reignited my desire to work on my original projects too. So thank you everyone who sees this and has read or commented on or supported my fics and writing in any way ❤️ I'm so grateful for all of you!

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Kinda had an idea for a fic. Modern a/u, Sevika babysits the sisters as a teen and child Vi declares that they're engaged. She loses contact, joins military or something and then randomly runs into cocky Vi at a bar or club and the younger hasn't forgotten their 'engagement'. I'm good at ideas, poor at developing a fleshed-out story from them unfortunately

Hi darling! This made me so excited to draft out, thank you for submitting <3 I did take some creative liberties, but here is chapter one.

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welcome to my page!

Hi there! I'm Reny.

I've been writing fanfiction for about 12 years now, and my current favorite rarepair to write about is Vi and Sevika from Arcane (although my wife has been known to draw a JayVik drabble or two from me). A lot of my works are 18+ so please proceed with caution!

My lovely wife is my muse, however unfortunately for them (and you, dear reader) I tend to channel my inspiration into gut wrenching angst that borders on body horror. Whoops.

On this blog, we are trans inclusive (as a trans myself), inherently queer, mental-health positive, and pro ship whoever you like. I love interacting with everyone (a comment always begets a comment), and all I ask is that we keep it kind, friendly, and civil.

Without further ado; my Arcane fanfiction masterlist!

Vi x Sevika

Multichapter Fics:

dying to live - 54.6k words, finished, rated E.

desc: Vi loses her father and her future in the span of a few minutes. She's left to pick up the pieces and fit them back together - but nothing will ever be the same. There's a lost relationship with her estranged sister to navigate, a bar to run, and a mysterious regular who seems intent on helping Vi despite her insistence on doing things alone.

cover me in gasoline - 19k words, ongoing, rated E.

desc: Rockstar Vi AU. "If her music was a monster, Vi was its teeth. Vi was its claws, sinking into the meat of the world and ripping so she could feed the starving jaws of Zaun. She found solace in the violence of screeching chords and banging rhythms, felt her heartbeat in the bassline beneath the music. She shook with the rage, with the determination, with the dogged desperation of a town being erased by for sale signs and developers with faceless corporations ripping apart their wildlife and planting cement time bombs at their apex."

my childhood sweetheart - 5.7k words, ongoing, rated M.

desc: Sevika was fifteen when she first accepted the babysitting job for the Wickhams. Coming home after a tragic accident during her service in the military, Sevika finds herself stuck in the juxtaposition of stepping into the past and confronting her future. She returns to the tangle of complicated family dynamics, old memories, and a family who fills in the gaps she had forgotten about. The next thing to navigate is her feelings for Vi, three years her junior and still every bit as mischievous, on top of the adjustment to a replacement arm.

Series:

without you is how i disappear - 38.2k words, 4 parts, complete.

part one: these terrors gripping my throat - 5.6k words, rated E.

desc: canon divergent. Vi has some old wounds that never healed. Sevika likes to pick at them. They find a way to start healing them together.

“You good?” Sevika asks, and Vi barks out a laugh.

“Oh yeah. Fucking peachy.” She says through grit teeth, then sucks in smoke harder than was necessary to avoid elaborating.

Sevika leans her shoulder against the wall beside Vi, looking down at her, expression unreadable. There was a bruise forming in the shape of Vi’s knuckles on her jaw. Lucky shot. The only real hit Vi had managed to get in.

“There’s some girls at Babette’s who can’t do penetration either,” Sevika offers, and Vi bristles.

part two: as the blood runs down the wall - 10.3k words, rated E.

desc: Vi and Sevika fall into each other.

“You - You’re letting me move in?” Vi can’t help the shock and disbelief in her tone.

Brown eyes roll and glance into the contents of a half empty coffee mug. “Yes. For now. You pull any stupid shit and I’ll have you on your ass.”

“But why?” It comes out of her mouth before she can have a second to think.

They sit in silence for a moment, Vi clutching her bowl of oatmeal like a lifeline, Sevika considering the depths of her coffee cup.

“I owe your old man a solid.” Sevika says finally.

The disappointment that hits Vi startles her. Ah. She understood - debts had to be paid, and a dead man couldn’t exactly call in favors. But the hunted thing in her, the part of her that never seemed to stop bleeding or weeping or howling, cowers from the words. It was just another reminder that Vi was on her own, at the mercy of others until they cast her aside or died or betrayed her. She picks at her oatmeal and wonders which one Sevika would inevitably choose.

part three: as these days watch over time - 9.4k words, rated E.

desc: Vi breaks. Sevika bends. They find a way forward, together.

“It’s therapy and house arrest, or Stillwater. You pick.”

Vi’s eyes narrow. She pulls one foot onto her seat, wraps her arms around her knee and inspects the dried blood beneath her fingernails. Therapy. Like she was some sad Piltie who didn’t get enough sun. “I don’t need some shrink to tell me what to do.” She mutters.

“Well, the Council says you do, so. Pick one.”

Vi’s knee bounces. She bites at a hangnail, the taste of copper sitting heavy on her tongue. Either way, it was a trap. She’d stay here, haunted by newer ghosts and picking apart wounds, or she’d be sent back to be haunted by old ghosts and inevitably get new wounds. She had no doubt everything she said in a shrink’s office would be fed back to Sevika. To Caitlyn. To whoever asked for it.

Then again, they wrote reports on the prisoners in Stillwater, too. She couldn’t imagine how many eyes had been on hers over the last decade.

“Fine,”

part four: so long and goodnight - 12.8k words. Rated E.

desc: Epilogue.

Healing is a long, arduous journey.

Vi had been on it for a few months now. She’d grown out her hair a little, let it fade back to the vibrant pink of her youth. She picked up weight lifting instead of fighting, keeping herself in good enough shape to fight if need be, but not in the constant adrenaline rush that came with actually beating someone to a pulp in front of a crowd. She’d pierced her other nostril. It was a little crooked, but she liked it that way.

Oneshots:

bleed me to death - 9.9k words, rated E.

desc: Vampire Sevika, religious Vi, and a good amount of yearning. Set in the 1800s!

Vi had heard stories about the house on the hill.

She’d been warned of the depravity that lived within. She’d heard whispers about the guests who went, the weary travelers who stopped and never left, the parties that went for hours and the people who went missing afterwards. But most of all, she’d heard about the woman who owned it.

There were rumors about what she was. A witch, maybe. A woman with the proclivity to sleep with the devil in exchange for worldly possessions. A succubus. A monster. A devil in her own right.

my vow to you - 9k words, rated E.

desc: omegaverse, alpha!sevika and omega!vi, a wedding, and a baby.

Sevika was a little old fashioned, so she insists Vi and her wait until after they were married to share a heat or a rut together.

It was fine. This just gave her more time to make sure she could properly take care of her alpha, or properly make her own heat enjoyable for her soon to be mate.

let me find our future under the stars - 6.1k words, rated T.

desc: omegaverse, alpha!sevika and omega!vi, teen romance, girl next door sevika, age appropriate teen angst.

Vi had always been a vibrantly energetic kid. Her parents had put her into sports early as a kid, just to burn off the energy she came home with every day. She was scrappy, too, and could hold her own in a fight. She inherited her alpha father’s temper, and her omega father’s wit, and both of those combined made a deadly combination. Everyone assumed from the day she was born that when she presented, she’d be an alpha.

That was why, when Vi finally presented (late, at sixteen), she was horrified to discover she was not an alpha. She was, in fact, an omega.

doomsday - 6k words, rated M.

desc: zombie apocolypse au, selective mutism vi, one armed sevika.

Putting a bullet through your father’s head long range was one thing. Putting one through your sister’s, while she begged you not to, while the light died from her eyes, was entirely different. Vi stared her sister in the eye, listened to the snapping of bones in a leg hanging onto her body by the threads of torn muscle, as it tried to reconnect itself and her skin flushed hot with a virus that felt more like a wildfire - and she pulled the trigger.

vagus - 1.4k words, rated M.

desc: there were some days Violet wanted to pry open her chest and break her ribs off one by one. Mental health study.

She’d stack her ribs in a pile, wiping the blood on her fingers off on the bone. After, she’d reach into her bared chest and take out her heart. Untangle the veins and arteries that kept it in place, watch it spout blood uselessly. She’d stick her fingers in the valves she swore were clogged, dig around to pick the muscle clean so maybe it would hurt less when it beat.

Tumblr Prompts:

Vi edges Sevika or vice versa please? - 1.3k words, rated E.

amnesia Vi x potentially guilty Sevika - 623 words, rated G.

Unaware touch starved Sevika x (un)surprisingly observant Vi - 1.1k words, rated T.

Vi/Sevika Sickfic - 1k words, rated G.

How about something like Sevika finding out that Vi has chronic pain (in my head it's canon) and taking care of her? - 1.7k words, rated G.

what do you think about post canon angst between sevika and vi - 2.7k words, rated M.

Vi finding ways to make Sevika blush!!! - 1k words, rated M.

Sevika and her large hands Vi an her pretty hands - 389 words, rated G.

Jayvik:

(I'll be so honest, you JayVik shippers terrify me. Speaking as someone with a wife who is one!)

not really here, just an intrusion - 7.4k words, rated M, ongoing.

desc: A character study in two acts - season one, and then season two.

“Who authorized your research?” He asks, and Jayce’s annoyance slides over his face before he can hide it.

“It was an independent study.”

Those words alone send a thrill through Viktor. He can’t say he isn’t distracted as he collects Jayce from what had essentially been deemed a crime scene. The possibilities that had opened up to him - if an experiment like this could go unnoticed, what else could be done?

This masterpost is ongoing. As always, drop an ask or a prompt in my inbox <3 happy reading!!

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Love that everyone wants omegaverse, however my writing picked vampires when i opened the doc, lol. Omegaverse to come soon!!

You can find vampires here.

Happy reading! ❤️

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I'm writing I promise but I got bit (hehe) with the sevika vampire bug and now I need a nap. Omegaverse may be posted after vampire bc it got a little out of hand wordcount wise, my bad.

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HAHA THANK YOU <3

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the author's barely disguised open wound splattered livid and filthy across everything they create

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Alright y'all omegaverse won 😂 I see all of you. I'll work on that tonight and have a sneak peek, full will be posted this weekend! ❤️ thank you all for participating!

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