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 - 16.5k 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."
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.
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!!
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.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Muteness, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Zombies, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Virus Summary:
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.
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zombie au, add a little selective mutism Vi and one arm, no prosthesis Sevika
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Vi (League of Legends), Alpha Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Married Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vander (League of Legends), Teen Romance, Girl Next Door Sevika, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers Summary:
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.
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Omegaverse Sevika/Vi, with a little girl-next-door, teenage romance.
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Requested by my lovely regulars and also a gift for one of my commenters <3
Vi edges Sevika or vice versa please?
NSFW
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It wasn’t very often that Vi got to be in this position.
Sevika was beneath her, wanting and willing. She’d taken her arm off, set it on the bedside table, leaving her more vulnerable than she usually bothered to be. Vi had her undressed, clothes tossed to the side. She was beautiful, so Vi tells her so. It earns a scoff, a flush.
“I mean it,” Vi murmurs, shifting to settle between her legs, burying her face against Sevika’s neck to press a kiss to her pulse. She smiles when Sevika tilts her head a little, unable to help herself. “Let me make you feel good?”
“Yeah,” Sevika breathes, her breath rustling her hair, and Vi presses one last kiss to her neck before she pulls back.
“I’m in charge,” she tells Sevika, who had a terrible habit of getting impatient and taking over.
Sevika narrows her eyes. “We’ll see.” She says.
This is how Sevika ends up exactly where she should be, if you asked Vi. Her hand tied to the bedpost, flushed and panting, her chest heaving with every breath. She was a pleasant pink color in the cheeks, her eyes hazy.
Although, right now, she had her teeth grit and was glaring daggers at Vi.
Vi, who lay between her legs with a smug expression, lips smeared with Sevika’s arousal and fingers hovering just above her aching clit.
“Violet,” Sevika’s voice was breathless, wanting, and Vi’s eyelashes flicker.
“Hmm?” She hums, teasing just her fingertips over the hood of her clit, gaze flicking up to Sevika when she chokes on a breath, thoughts interrupted.
“You - are teasing,” Sevika’s voice is wrecked. Vi licks her lower lip. She wanted to see how much more ruined she could make it.
“Am I?” She murmurs, leaning in and pressing her lips just to the left of her clit. She chuckles softly when Sevika kicks a leg, lifting her hand to press her thigh into the sheets, holding Sevika firm.
“Ye - es, oh fuck,”
Vi’s tongue traces a circle around the very tip of her clit, her gaze sliding back up to watch her lover writhe and moan softly. Hm. That wouldn’t do. Her tongue slips against the underside, and she sucks gently, closing her eyes when it earns her a full throated moan.
Sevika was so close. Vi could feel it in the way she shakes, in the way the muscles in her thighs flex, in the way her abdomen trembles with each breath. She waits until Sevika is grinding into her tongue, until she’s starting to lose herself in the slow slide toward orgasm - and then she pulls back.
Vi licks her lips, grinning when Sevika’s sweet little moan turns to a growl of frustration.
“Violet!” Sevika snarls, and her grin only widens.
“Yes?” She asks, innocent and sweet. Any lesser woman would have shriveled beneath the withering glare Sevika fixes her with.
“Knock it off,” Sevika growls.
“Alright, alright,” Vi laughs, pressing a messy kiss to her thigh. She feels Sevika relax again, giving a pissy sigh, and she bites back another snicker.
Instead, she kisses her clit once more, earning a sensitive jolt, and traces two fingers through her folds. Sevika was so wet, so soft… Vi faces no resistance as she pushes two fingers into her. She’s warm and aching, squeezing around Vi like she could keep her there if she tried hard enough.
“Fuck, baby,” Vi murmurs, nipping her thigh gently. She revels in the little gasp she earns, in the slight gush down her wrist it gives. She makes a wanting noise, resting her cheek against a muscular thigh to watch herself fuck Sevika open on her fingers.
“Look at you…” Vi breathes, watching Sevika drip, feeling her flutter around her fingers when Vi curls her fingertips and rubs against the sensitive little spot she knew drove Sevika crazy. “Fuck, baby. So pretty for me.”
“Vi…” It’s a moan now, it’s full of desire and pleasure. Sevika cants her hips into Vi’s fingers. “More, Violet. More,”
Vi smiles to herself, shifting to angle her wrist, adding another finger slowly and thrusting her fingers in and out. Slow and methodical. She wanted to feel Sevika come apart around her fingers.
The slow pace drives Sevika crazy faster than Vi expects, and soon her moans are higher in pitch, breathier, her head tossed back. Soon she’s shuddering, warning Vi with a broken moan that she’s close, she’s almost -
Vi pulls her fingers out, watches her clench around nothing, and nearly gets kicked right in the face.
“You fucker!” Sevika howls, fury blazing in her gaze as she sits up a little, glaring at Vi.
Vi laughs, hanging off the side of the bed, narrowly avoiding getting kicked out of orbit. “You want me to fuck you, baby, you just gotta ask.”
Sevika stares at her, chest heaving, still flushed and worked up. Dripping and needy. Vi drinks it in, desire darkening her gaze, and she gets the privilege of watching Sevika falter beneath it. She gets the absolute wet dream of watching Sevika lay back down, spread her legs, and beg softly, “please, Vi.”
Vi sucks in a breath, climbing off the bed to get the strap. “Fuck, Sevika, the things you do to me,” her laugh is disjointed.
It takes two minutes to pull off her clothes, toss them aside, and wriggle herself into the strap harness. She picks an attachment at random - although the soft noise Sevika makes at the sight of it confirms her choice - and climbs back into bed. She settles between those thick thighs again, wrapping her hands around wide hips, and nudges the head of the dildo against wet folds.
“Don’t tease,” the plea is soft and on the verge of breaking.
Vi softens, leaning down to kiss Sevika, cupping her cheek with a soft noise against her lips. Sevika melts beneath her, and Vi nibbles her lower lip.
“I’m done teasing,” she breathes, promises, and sinks into Sevika slowly and gently.
She stays close, and gets to feel the breath that comes with the sweet moan that tumbles from Sevika’s lips. She gets to kiss the tail end of it from her lips, feel her muscular thighs tighten around Vi’s waist, holding her close so she won’t run again.
And, true to her word, she doesn’t tease anymore. She sets a slow, driving pace at first, just to let Sevika adjust. She was the one to give, usually, and Vi didn’t like being mean. Mischievous, sure, but never mean. She kisses the slight crease from Sevika’s brow, murmuring praise (good girl, so pretty, relax for me precious) as she picks up the pace little by little.
Soft whimpers become whines become full throated moans. Vi stays close for all of it, drinking it in, letting it drive her crazy. Sevika was making a mess of their thighs, pressing her chest up against Vi, moving her hips for more, better, harder.
Then Vi gets clumsy fingers on her clit and Sevika doesn’t even have a moment to process that she’s coming before she does. It pulls a throaty moan from her, eyes pricking with tears, and Vi slows down enough to let her feel how she squeezes around the toy as she comes.
“Good girl,” Vi breathes against her jaw, slowing to a stop, kissing away the beginnings of tears. “Yeah. How was that, baby?”
Sevika laughs, shaky and unmoored, blinking tearfully. “You’re so mean,” she complains, and Vi laughs too.
“No way,” She grins, pulling out gently. She soothes the wince she gets with a kiss to the side of Sevika’s lips. “You loved it, didn’t you?”
“Fucker,” Sevika mutters.
Vi snorts, pulling back to climb off the bed and take the strap off. She deposits it on the floor to be dealt with later, climbing back in the bed to sit and look at Sevika.
Sevika, who now had her hand free from the ties on her wrist.
Vi’s eyes widen, and she gets two seconds to process the sharp grin and glint of warning in Sevika’s eyes before she’s suddenly being pinned to the bed, a yelp startled out of her.
“Your turn, you little bitch,” Sevika purrs against her lips, and Vi laughs, succumbing to her fate.
May I give you a v cliche request of amnesia Vi x (potentially guilty) Sevika! Maybe Vi doesn't remember her at all or she remembers her as the cool fighter in town (that maybe she had a crush on?)
Thanks for doing asks this made my day!
Vi wakes up with a headache.
A really, really bad headache. She blinks up at the ceiling that she absolutely did not recognize, then shifts to sit up.
“Woah, woah, okay. Good morning, please sit back.”
Vi blinks, looking down at the big hand on her arm, then squints up at the person in front of her. Her vision swims for a moment before it settles, and she’s staring at the hottest woman she’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes widen.
“Woah,” she says, headache forgotten. “Hey there.”
The woman in front of her (beautiful and strong and wow that jawline) frowns slightly. “Hey,” she says uncertainly, and Vi wants to find the answer to her confusion so she stops frowning. Nobody this pretty should be frowning. “You, uh. You feeling okay?”
“What’s your name?” Vi asks instead, and there’s a snort behind her. She twists to see a skinny, pale, short blue haired girl with her arms crossed over her chest. The girl cocks her hip out a bit, raising an eyebrow at Vi.
“She’s fucked. You scrambled her brains.” Blue hair says, and Vi blinks.
“I did not,” the goddess who had her hand on Vi’s arm still sounded pained. Vi looks back, alarmed. “We were - she asked to spar, okay?”
“That doesn’t mean you knock the rest of her brain power from her, Sevika. She’s not working with much.” blue hair says again, and Vi blinks.
“You hit me?” She asks this angel who was apparently named Sevika.
Sevika winces. “I - yes. I’m sorry. You, uh… you don’t remember?”
Vi hums thoughtfully, looking down at the hand on her arm. “No. But you can hit me again, I think. Wow. You can do a lot to me, with those hands.”
The blue haired girl gags, but Sevika blushes, and Vi can’t help the grin that pulls at her lips.
“Vi,” Sevika says, and Vi glows with the realization that this absolute walking perfection knew her name.
“Fuck. Woah. You have a wife? You need a wife? I’ll be your wife. You can hit me again. Say my name,” Vi holds onto that big hand, leaning forward a little bit. Sevika smells like motor oil and something warm, and Vi feels dizzy suddenly.
“I have a wife,” Sevika blinks, and - oh no.
“Is she - did you make her cry?” Blue hair squawks.
Sevika makes a soft noise, panicked, then shifts closer to cup Vi’s cheek. “Hey,” a calloused thumb gently brushes under her eye, catching her tears. “Wow. I really did knock the wits out of you, huh?”
Vi hiccups. “It’s not fair, how did someone else make you their wife first…”
Sevika’s brown eyes warm a little. The chuckle that rumbles from her makes Vi shiver. “Silly,” she murmurs, low enough that Vi feels something in her settle. “You are my wife.”
“Oh,” Vi hiccups, looking down when those big fingers lace their hands together. Her eyes catch on matching rings, two silver bands engraved with a pretty design, and she exhales shakily.
“See?” Sevika asks, and her smile is small and private, her gaze fond. “C’mon, lay down. You need to rest.”
“Yeah,” Vi breathes, letting Sevika help her lay down. Her temples pulse painfully and she grunts softly, settling in. “Will you stay?”
Sevika hums, settling to sit beside her on the bed, tucking Vi against a thick, muscular thigh. Vi throws subtlety to the wind and presses her face right against it, a hand splaying across the top so she can just hold. This was her wife.
“Rest, Violet.” Sevika murmurs, resting a warm hand against the back of her neck.
Vi settles in, warm and happy and married to the prettiest woman in all of the undercity.
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Thank you for requesting!! I forgot how fun requests were, more to come!! <3
“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.
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Vi has some old wounds that never healed. Sevika likes to pick at them. They find a way to start healing them together.
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I debated posting this here. Trigger warning for rape, panic attacks, ptsd, and violence.