Viktor - Blog Posts
I live for the AU in which all theTriwizard Champions are alive and happy🙏🙏🙏
okay, I might be a little bit obsessed
Jayvik Frankenstein AU
I THINK MY HEART STOPPED
Finished the Viktor piece in time for his birthday!
"I HC that Viktor beats Jayce with his cane in arguments" good hc ngl I laugh everytime I think abt this,
but consider: Jayvik don't ever gets in arguments, not because they are the "perfect couple", its bc everytime Viktor gets mad or upset Jayce immediately says sorry.
HE DOES IT A LOT IN THE SHOW THIS MAN WONT STAND UP FOR HIMSELF IN ANY MOMENT. He sees his man is mad at him and he IMMEDIATELY reconsiders every choice he made, Viktor says, he's doing.
Also Viktor takes advantage of this bc he is a asshole (In a non-toxic way)
Going back to my arcane phase
"We should think of ourselves as one people."
If I wrote a mcu x arcane story, would anyone be interested, and should to be a vi/viktor x reader or vi/viktor x oc
I need to have a great pic of him, frame it and give it to my grandma saying it's Jesus
ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn” ↳ "You need not suffer anymore."
TW arcane S2 ep 1 spoiler
Viktor in the first episode be like :
THE GLORIOUS SEVENTH DAY !
ohhhh viktor you vant to come back twice as hot ooooooh
Arcane Characters as SoC Quotes (Part 2)
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 - 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. AÂ 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!!
Arcane season 2 ending made me too sad so yk what, everything is fine actually, Viktor is now a teacher at the Academy and he mentors young Zaunite students. That's how I choose to cope.
arcane pokémon au scribbles… so messy had to get it out of my brain
away please, get them away from me im in shambles
“those tragic characters aren’t real they can’t hurt y—”
WRONG THEY MAY NOT BE REAL BUT MY TEARS ARE
I love art that has Viktor is some sort of open back shirt bc it is beautiful and sexy but also bc he would do that
If he had to get dressed up and go to some gala to get passive-aggressively snipped at then you best believe he is wearing that open back
Because it makes his disability visible. It makes it beautiful too, but that would be Viktor saying Look at me. Look at this. Maybe it wouldn’t change anything, but it would make them uncomfortable, and that’s enough of a win, sometimes.
(Also it makes Jayce turn bright red every time)
Every time someone draws fanart where Viktor is crouching (thigh to calf) with the leg that’s in the brace, bbno$ loses a year off his life
things are bad but at least we’re in the timeline where lady gaga released Disease and Abracadabra in time for arcane editors to go HARD with them
The thing is that Jayce succeeds. He was right.
He was able to create magic. His idea was revolutionary. He was able to harness the arcane and fuse it with scientific principles to create amazing things. Somewhere along the way he reached his life's goal of giving magic to the world, and he still had so much more left to offer. He had the praise and the accolades and the funding and his face on the goddamn mugs.
And it wasn't enough. Not where it mattered most. Not for who it mattered most.
(Do you think Jayce felt sick, cleaning the dirt and blood from his pristine white coat, waiting? Do you think the memories kept it off, despite the chill in the lab air, with him only re-donning his Man of Progress suit when Viktor leaves for good? Do you think upon his return from the anomaly that he cradles his old mug — the one Viktor bought for him as a joke — suddenly and fiercely glad for his grown out hair and beard because he is not that man anymore. He hasn't been for a long time. Maybe he never really was.
Not that it matters. He has a promise to keep.)
The Arcane Major Arcana
Card II - The High Priestess
The High Priestess is an inner voice. She is focused on awareness, instincts, and spiritual enlightenment. Additionally, intelligence and the sciences are under her purview. She encourages looking to the inner world for guidance in navigating life's uncertainties.
Reversed, the High Priestess warns of a lack of attention to the self. Loss of self-identity, suppression of emotions, or interference from others may lead to incorrect judgement. Mistakes are likely.
Actually it's so important to me that everyone knows that Viktor's "Evolution has a destination" thing IS SUCH BULLSHIT
Evolution doesn't know what it's doing!! It's not trying to go anywhere!! It's pretty much how well you can FUCK!!!!!
Viktor ik you're a stem diva but PLEASE stay in your engineering lane
“Help I realized I’m in love with my best friend!” says the person who sees their friend as their matching half, genuinely not understanding how they got through life without the other person and who would spend every moment with them given the chance
Jayce's expression here drives me so goddamn insane
His eyes are soft, his mouth twisted in understanding. There's so much conveyed without any words.
This look says I know, it says I remember, it says this seems familiar, doesn't it?
It says You didn't think I was gonna let you go that easy, did you?
sick — beautiful analysis but how dare you do this to me
Battling through the mortifying ordeal of exposing my Twitter acc cause, unfortunately, I needed to share this comment I wrote because????? The pieces just clicked in place for me seeing that user’s post
Of course Jayce was able to grit his teeth and shoot Viktor at the commune, even though every fiber of his being was (literally) screaming at him not to—
Of course he rejected Viktor’s invitation in the council room, even though I’m sure he almost rejoiced when Viktor called him his partner again—
Of course he willingly gave up his life, didn’t fight as Viktor took over his mind even if it risked him being ascended and trapped forever as a statue, never able to think or move or breathe, a prisoner of his own body—
—because all of it would ensure, at the end, that Viktor would never have to come back to himself and see that he doomed the world. That his evolution was a massacre. That he’d be alone, indefinitely left to agonize over what he’d done. Because Jayce would never let that happen
been trying to pinpoint why I’m more attached to Jayvik than Caitvi when I’m a lesbian, aside from the disability rep, and I think it’s the asexuality/demiromanticism
Jayvik progresses through a deep friendship first, while. Caitvi has a lot more physicality from the get-go, which I just can’t relate to
idk just musing, but I appreciate the diversity in what relationships can look like
ah yes just me, my partner, and his crippling fear of disappearing from this world without ever accomplishing anything worthwhile
no but even viktor's desire to be remembered could be viewed to be coming from loneliness. when I die, would anyone notice?