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Her hand brushed against the hilt of her sword, a reassuring presence at her side. She had been tracking the bounty for weeks, and she wasn't about to let her prize slip away now. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent pattern of unspoken threats and hidden intentions. Her eyes narrowed as they fell upon a figure in the corner, hood drawn low, a mug of ale in their grip. It was Vi, her rival in more ways than one. They had crossed paths before, but never under such personal circumstances.

The reader sat at the bar, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that had just entered the tavern. Sevika took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasting meat and the faint smell of rain that clung to the reader's clothes. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a mark before, and it was unsettling. Vi looked up, their gaze meeting hers across the crowded room. A smirk played at the corner of their mouth, and Sevika knew she had been caught. But she didn't care. The reader was here, and she wasn't leaving without them.

Vi pushed back their hood, revealing a mess of dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. They raised their mug in a silent toast before downing the last of their drink and standing up with a fluid grace that seemed to belie their heavy armor. The air thickened as they approached the bar, their steps echoing through the tavern. The reader turned to look, and for a moment, their eyes met Sevika's. A spark of curiosity, perhaps a hint of attraction, flickered in those depths. Sevika's heart raced.

"Sevika," Vi drawled, their voice low and filled with amusement. "I didn't expect to find you here, chasing the same tail as me."

Sevika's jaw clenched, but she didn't break eye contact with the reader. "This isn't about the bounty," she said through gritted teeth.

Vi chuckled, leaning against the bar. "Oh, I know what this is about," they said, their eyes glinting with mischief. "It's about the one who gets to take the pretty little thing home first."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, but she kept her cool. "The reader is not a prize to be won," she said firmly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Then what is it you want from them?"

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait. "That's none of your concern

."

Vi's smirk grew wider. "Isn't it? After all, I did find them first."

The reader, feeling the tension between the two, turned to face them fully, curiosity turning to wariness. "What's going on here?"

Sevika stepped forward, her hand still resting on her sword. "This doesn't concern you," she said, her voice firm.

Vi, however, didn't back down. They sauntered closer, their gaze locked on the reader. "Oh, but it does," they said, their eyes glinting with challenge. "You see, we've both got our sights set on you."

The reader's eyes widened, and their heart began to pound in their chest. They hadn't anticipated being the object of a rivalry between two such formidable figures. "Why?" they managed to ask, their voice quivering slightly.

Sevika stepped in front of Vi, placing herself protectively between them and the reader. "Because you're special," she said, her voice softer now. "And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Vi rolled their eyes. "Spare me the heroics," they said. "You want them just as much as I do."

The reader looked from one to the other, their mind racing. "What do you want from me?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "To keep you safe," she said, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Vi leaned in, their breath warm against the reader's ear. "To make you mine," they murmured, their voice a seductive whisper.

The reader felt a shiver run down their spine, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had never been in a situation like this before, and they weren't sure how to navigate the tension that crackled like lightning between Sevika and Vi. They held Vi's gaze, the mercenary's dark eyes searching their own, looking for something, anything to give them an advantage in this strange standoff

.

Taking a deep breath, the reader spoke up, their voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," they began, the words tumbling from their lips before they could think better of it. "Both of you are...attractive, in your own ways." They swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. "I'll spend the night with you both, as a group."

Sevika's eyes widened in shock, her hand reflexively tightening on her sword. "What?" she hissed, glaring at Vi.

Vi's smirk grew even more wicked. "Ah, so the little mouse does have some claws," they said, their gaze never leaving the reader. "I accept your offer, but only if we all play by the same rules."

The reader nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of the evening ahead. They had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly one they hadn't seen coming. "Deal," they said, holding out their hand to shake.

Sevika stared at the outstretched hand, her mind racing. Group? With Vi? The idea was ludicrous, but the alternative was to lose the reader to her rival. With a growl of frustration, she took the reader's hand in a firm grip. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "but if you think you can handle this, you're in for a surprise."

Vi's eyes gleamed with triumph, and they took the reader's other hand. "Agreed," they said, their grip surprisingly gentle. "But remember, no holding back."

Sevika felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the exchange, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her. She had never been one to share, but the thought of the reader in their arms, with Vi's touch added to the mix, was strangely...arousing.

.

Time skip to the reader's home, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the crackling fireplace. Vi, now shirtless, was already halfway out of their armor, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with a smattering of scars that whispered tales of battles long past. They moved with an ease that was almost predatory, their eyes never leaving the reader's as they undid their laces with practiced hands.

Sevika, on the other hand, was much slower in her movements. Each piece of gear was removed with a deliberate precision, as if she were disarming herself not just physically, but mentally preparing for the uncharted territory of sharing the reader with Vi. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or the unspoken challenge in Vi's gaze, it was hard to tell.

Finally, she stood before them in just her leather pants and a loose shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. With a huff, she grabbed the reader's hand and pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a move that was part possessive, part defiant, and Vi felt a spark of something unexpected in their chest. Jealousy? Desire? They couldn't quite place it, but it certainly wasn't anger.

The reader's hands found their way around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer. Sevika felt their body respond in kind, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, being desired. When she pulled back, her eyes locked onto Vi's, watching for any sign of defeat. But what she saw only fueled the fire inside her more

.

Vi's gaze was intense, their eyes dark with a blend of surprise and something else - something that looked suspiciously like a challenge. They stepped closer, their hand reaching up to trace the line of the reader's jaw. "Is that all you've got?" they murmured, their voice a seductive purr.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she took the bait. Her hands found the reader's face, guiding them into another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. Her tongue danced with theirs, exploring and claiming, as if trying to leave an indelible mark. She felt the reader's body melt into hers, their response unmistakable. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

But she didn't miss the flicker of something in Vi's eyes. Was it irritation? Desire? Whatever it was, it spurred her on, and she deepened the kiss further, her hands roaming down to the reader's hips. She could feel the heat radiating from Vi's body, almost as if they were a part of this intimate embrace. The tension in the room had shifted, the air now charged with a different kind of energy.

Vi's hand slid down the reader's back, resting possessively on their hip, their thumb brushing against the fabric of Sevika's shirt. It was a silent declaration of their own claim, a reminder that they weren't going to be outdone. Sevika's breath hitched, the heat from Vi's touch sending a shockwave through her body. She hadn't planned on this, hadn't anticipated the way her body would respond to the mercenary's touch.

"You know," Vi began, their voice a velvet purr, "you could do much better than this overeager pup." They leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into the reader's ear, their breath hot against their neck. "I could give you the world," they murmured, their hand sliding around to caress the reader's stomach, eliciting a gasp.

Sevika watched the display with a mix of annoyance and arousal. Vi's touch was deft and confident, leaving no doubt about their intentions. But she couldn't let them have all the fun, not when she had her own plans. She stepped closer, her own hand tracing the reader's waist, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above their hipbone. The reader's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations.

"Is that all you've got, Vi?" Sevika's voice was filled with mock concern. "Such sweet talk and gentle caresses? Perhaps you've gone soft."

Vi's smirk grew, their hand never leaving the reader's body. "I'm just getting started," they murmured, their eyes flicking up to meet Sevika's. "But I see you're eager to show off your...skills."

With a growl of challenge, Sevika reached down and shoved her hand into the reader's pants. The reader gasped at the sudden intrusion, their body stiffening before relaxing into the new sensation. Sevika felt a thrill at the contact, her own desire spiking. She had never been one to hold back, and she wasn't about to start now, not with Vi watching, not with the reader's eyes wide and dark with desire.

Her hand moved with confidence, seeking out the reader's most sensitive spots. She felt them quiver under her touch, their breath hitching in their throat. The heat of their skin was a stark contrast to the cool fabric of their clothes, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one causing this reaction. Vi's eyes followed her hand, their own breathing becoming more ragged as they watched the intimate scene unfold before them.

Sevika knew she had the upper hand now. With a wicked smile, she yanked the reader away from Vi and pushed them down onto the bed, face first. The reader's gasp was muffled by the pillows, and Sevika felt a surge of power as she took control. Her hand hovered over the reader's upturned bottom, the anticipation of the coming impact making her palm tingle. She had never been one for games, but this...this was something she could get used to.

With a swift motion, she brought her hand down, the sound of the slap echoing through the quiet room. The reader's body jerked, and Sevika felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had never been the type to indulge in such intimate power plays, but the way the reader's body responded to her touch was intoxicating. She did it again, and again, each smack a little harder than the last. The reader's moans grew louder, the sound music to her ears.

Vi's eyes had widened at the sudden shift in dynamics, but they didn't miss a beat. They stepped closer, their hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek, turning their face towards them. "Is she bullying you?" they asked, their voice a low, soothing rumble.

The reader looked up, their eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "No," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Vi didn't miss a beat, leaning down to claim their lips in a gentle, yet possessive kiss. They lifted the reader's upper body off the bed, cradling them against their chest. Sevika, caught off guard, had to tighten her grip on the reader's ass to keep them from falling back down. The reader's legs dangled in the air, their toes brushing the bed in an awkward, yet strangely erotic dance of submission.

With Vi's arms around the reader's waist, the reader's face was buried in their neck, their moans muffled by the mercenary's skin. Vi's hands began to wander, their fingers tracing patterns on the reader's back, as they whispered sweet nothings in their ear. "Shh," they cooed, "don't let her hurt you like that."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she smacked the reader's ass even harder, feeling a perverse pleasure at the way their body jerked in Vi's embrace. The reader's moans grew louder, their hips bucking slightly, and Sevika knew she had them right where she wanted them.

But Vi wasn't done playing games. Their hand slid up the reader's back, tangling in their hair. With surprising gentleness, they turned the reader's face back towards Sevika, their thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Look at her," they whispered, their voice a seductive purr. "Look at the way she wants you."

The reader's eyes snapped open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. They whined, their cheeks flushed, feeling the weight of Vi's body pressing against them. Vi's touch was a stark contrast to the stinging pain from Sevika's hand, and they couldn't decide which they liked more. The conflict between the two sensations was driving them wild, their body thrumming with need.

Vi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down the reader's spine. They reached out and gently scratched the reader's head, their nails digging into the soft hair in a way that was both soothing and possessive. "Don't worry, love," they murmured, their breath hot against the reader's ear. "We're going to make this night unforgettable."

The reader's whines grew louder as Sevika's hand continued to rain down on their ass, each smack sending waves of pleasure and pain through their body. They couldn't help but push back into Vi's touch, their face buried in the crook of the mercenary's neck as they moaned and writhed. Vi's hand slid up, their fingers tracing the line of the reader's jaw before ghosting over their cheek to rest on the side of their neck. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the firm grip they had on the reader's waist, and it was driving them crazy.

"Look at her," Vi murmured, their breath tickling the reader's ear. "Look at the way she's losing control."

The reader's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. Her hand was poised in the air, ready to deliver another smack, but she paused, watching as Vi's fingers danced through their hair, the mercenary's eyes hooded with desire. The reader's own breath was coming in ragged gasps, their face flushed and their body trembling with need. They felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the safety net of Vi's arms around them only made the sensation more exhilarating.

Vi's hand moved from their hair to the back of the reader's neck, their thumb tracing the tender skin beneath their ear. "You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the reader's very bones.

The reader's whines grew louder, their hips bucking against the mattress as they sought relief from the delicious torment Sevika was inflicting. They could feel the mercenary's erection pressing into their side, and it only served to drive them wilder. Vi's grip tightened, their nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a silent reminder of who was in control here, who was calling the shots in this deliciously twisted dance of desire.

Sevika watched the display, her own breathing growing more ragged. Jealousy, raw and unbridled, coursed through her veins. She hadn't anticipated this level of intimacy with Vi, hadn't expected to feel such a visceral reaction to their touch on the reader's body. With a snarl, she yanked the reader's hair, pulling their face to hers. "You want to play games, Vi?" she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. "Let's see how much you really want them."

The reader's eyes widened, their body taut as they were pulled into a fiery kiss. Sevika's teeth grazed their lower lip, a silent declaration of dominance. Her other hand moved to the reader's throat, her thumb resting gently against their pulse point. "Mine," she murmured, the word a possessive promise that sent a shiver through the reader's body.

Vi's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, they leaned in closer, their body pressing against the reader's from behind. "Is that so?" they whispered against the reader's neck, their breath hot and teasing. "Then let's see if you can keep up with us both."

The reader felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through them, their body responding to the dual threat and promise of both Sevika and Vi. They squirmed in Vi's arms, their hips grinding against the mercenary's thigh. Sevika's hand tightened in their hair, her grip almost painful as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plundering their mouth. The reader's hands reached up to cling to Sevika's shoulders, their nails digging in as they moaned into the kiss.

Sevika's eyes were like storm clouds, her gaze never leaving the reader's as she whispered harshly, "You think you can handle us both?" The challenge in her voice was clear, the jealousy burning hot. "You think you can take everything we're going to give you?"

The reader's heart raced, the heady mix of fear and excitement making their knees feel weak. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak, and buried their face in Sevika's shoulder, feeling the tension coiling in her muscles. It was a strange form of rebellion, a silent declaration that they weren't just a pawn in their game. The scent of leather and sweat mingled with Sevika's natural aroma, intoxicating them in a way they hadn't expected. They reached a trembling hand back to find Vi's, their fingers curling around the mercenary's strong, calloused ones.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but they didn't pull away. Instead, they squeezed the reader's hand, a silent message of understanding passing between them. They could feel the reader's pulse hammering against their palm, a rhythm that matched their own racing heart. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter," they murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Sevika's grip on the reader's hair loosened slightly, but she didn't release them entirely. Her eyes searched the reader's face, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a fiery determination that mirrored her own. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to take us both

on?"

The reader nodded, their breath coming in shallow gasps. They hadn't anticipated the intensity of the situation, but they were too far gone to back out now. They reached their hand back, blindly seeking Vi's, and when their fingers brushed against the mercenary's palm, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck them.

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. 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?

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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.

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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

How about something like Sevika finding out that Vi has chronic pain (in my head it's canon) and taking care of her?

Vi was stubborn. It was something Sevika had picked up on very early in their relationship. She saw things through to the very end, regardless of how it could affect her, and found pride in reaching the end. However it turned out. This extended to pushing through pain, physical or emotional, which often led to worse outcomes. 

Vi suffered from migraines. Sevika suspected they stemmed from trauma; either a physical blow from childhood, or just trauma in general. Vi had suffered through so much in her short life, and Sevika had seen the damage trauma could do on a body when it was unchecked. Luckily, Vi hadn’t picked up shimmer to cope; unluckily, she hadn’t picked up pain remedies to help. 

The migraines started days before they fully hit. It started with lethargy. Vi was quieter than usual, more restless. She often dug her fingers into her lower back, eyebrow twitching and lips thinning with discomfort when she thought nobody was looking. Maybe she mentioned her back was bothering her, maybe she took a longer and hotter shower than usual. Most times she said and did nothing, opting to press fingertips against her spine as hard as she could when she had a moment alone. 

The next stage came in quick succession. It rose to her shoulders, sitting heavy against her scapula and pinching harshly at the back of her neck. She could blame it on sleeping wrong, maybe tweaking something. She moved slower, winced a little if Sevika put too much pressure on her shoulder or held her too tightly. 

The day before a migraine, Vi was moody and irritable. Her entire neck was tense, any stress going right to where her muscles seized. She was quicker to snapping, unable to be touched for long periods of time, and often quite emotional. Vi spent most of the day snapping and immediately apologizing, overwhelmed by simple tasks or the accumulation of circumstances, one after another. If something went wrong, it was immediately a hundred times worse than any usual day. 

When the migraine finally migrated to her head, pulsing angrily and making her vision blurry, Vi was rendered incapable of doing anything. She spent the first hour of her day trying to get through things, until her body finally gave into the heaviness her head was carrying and she surrendered to the misery. After an hour of muscling through and making things worse, Vi ended up in bed. Naked and face down and covered in a soft blanket. The curtains drawn, the lights out, feet poking out from under the blanket so she didn’t overheat. 

The first time Sevika had walked in on this, she’d received nothing but an incoherent mumble in explanation, and had run to Caitlyn of all people for some help, after Jinx had no idea what it could be. 

“Oh, it’s a migraine.” Caitlyn had explained, her voice crackling over the phone line. 

Sevika hunches over the phone, tugging on the cord, the receiver pressed to her ear. “Migraine?” She repeats. She wasn’t very familiar; Silco suffered from them, on occasion, but he usually could do one of his eye treatments and be fine after. 

“Mhm. Just let her do her thing, she knows how to handle it.”

Sevika was not a person who could sit idly by and let things happen. Sevika was a doer. She got shit done, and handled, and sitting back to let something of this magnitude happen to the woman she loved would not fly. So she puts a cool compress on the back of Vi’s neck, presses a kiss to the wrist of the one hand poking from under the blanket, and goes to write down all the unusual things Vi had done in the days leading up to this moment. 

She takes notes about the day after, too; the way Vi seemed so drained, the exhaustion that tugged at her bones and kept her a few paces behind in her normal routine. Sevika writes everything down and settles in to wait for the next episode she knew would come. 

The next time Vi suffers a migraine attack, Sevika is suddenly… hovering. Vi finds it odd, and tries to wave her off, but Sevika is weirdly insistent on being close. So when Vi digs her fingers into her back, Sevika notices, and instead presses her own warm palm to her lower back. 

It helps. Vi sinks into it, eyelashes flickering, and Sevika watches the little crease in her brow fade slowly. She keeps her hand there for as long as Vi will allow, and moves on once Vi pulls away. That evening, she insists on snuggling before bed, and lulls Vi to sleep by rubbing gentle circles against the tension building in her back. 

When it moves up her spine and Vi gets irritable, Sevika is there. Sevika doesn’t touch as often, not after she tries once and nearly gets her head bitten off (from pain, she realizes later, when she reflects on what had triggered it). She does urge Vi to take some painkillers before bed, much to Vi’s reproach and dismay, and once again settles her partner with an open palm massage across the expanse of her back. When Vi is properly sleepy, she presses her fingers to the hollow of Vi’s nape, rubbing gently at the indent where her spine connected to her skull. She gets a sleepy little grunt of relief for that. 

The day the migraine properly sets in, Sevika calls and informs the Council she would be absent, and she stays home. 

Vi is confused about this, but she’s also… very much not herself. She can hardly pull herself out of bed. It takes her twice as long to even pull the covers off. It’s not until she tries to get up and make herself breakfast that Sevika intervenes. 

“Let me,” Sevika says, easing her back into bed. It’s… heartbreaking, not to feel her usually headstrong and stubborn partner struggle against her hold. Instead, Vi sinks back into the bed. She’s frowning, but exhaustion and weary pain clouds her usually bright gaze, and Sevika is glad she isn’t fighting. 

“Vika,” Vi tries to argue, but it’s weak. Sevika tugs the covers over her again. 

“No, shh. Let me take care of you. I’ll go run a bath, and you can chill there while I make breakfast. Okay?”

Vi nods once, then flinches as pain strikes her through the skull, closing her eyes and settling in. 

Sevika nods too, then hurries away to their shared bathroom. She closes the door most of the way to muffle the noise, turning the tap on and running it hot. She crouches, pulling out a bag of things she’d researched and learned were good for migraines. Epsom salts, peppermint bubble bath to ease any nausea. She grabs an ice pack from the freezer and wraps it in a damp cloth for the back of Vi’s neck. 

Her towel goes in the dry for a cycle, and once the bath is ready and quiet, Sevika goes to collect Vi. She’s nearly asleep again, face pressed deep in her pillow. Sevika pauses, hesitating on even bothering her, before recovery and damage control returns to the forefront of her mind and she scoops Vi up. 

Vi is nearly a ragdoll in her arms, head dropping against Sevika’s chest and limbs heavy with the weight of pain. Sevika adjusts her carefully, pressing her lips to the top of her head as she carries Vi to the bathroom. 

Undressing her is painfully slow. Sevika didn’t want to move her and cause another jolt of pain, but she didn’t want to unnecessarily draw it out, either. Vi shifts to help every so often, and Sevika promises herself she’d find a way to do this easier before another migraine like this could hit. It’s a few painful minutes, but finally she’s able to set Vi in the bath and press the cold compress to her neck. 

“I’m gonna make some food, okay?” Sevika murmurs, pressing the gentlest of kisses to her temple. “Call if you need me.”

“Mhm,” Vi hums softly, eyes closed. 

Sevika lights a couple candles and flicks out the lights for Vi on the way out, leaving her in a dimly lit bathroom for the time being. 

She rushes through making a simple breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit (she would worry about a better meal later, after Vi was peacefully resting and she could get the things needed to make a meal helpful for migraines). Sevika sets everything on the bedside table and gathers the towel from the dryer before going to collect Vi. 

Vi was breathing softly, eyes closed and head tipped forward. She wasn’t sleeping, though - her fingers were tracing idle circles in the water. Grey eyes flutter open when Sevika gently nudges the door open. 

“Hey,” Sevika whispers, smiling faintly. “Hungry?”

“Mm,” Vi hums noncommittally, and Sevika takes that as answer enough. She steps over and drains the tub, wrapping her partner in a fluffy, warm towel and carrying her to bed again. 

It’s a process to get her to eat even a few bites, and Sevika settles on good enough when half of the plate is gone. She convinces Vi to swallow a few pain relievers and helps her settle into bed. Naked, warm, and safely tucked in. Sevika’s getting ready to pull the blinds closed and leave her in peace, when fingertips snag her sleep shorts and Vi blinks up at her from under her blankets.

“Stay?” Vi asks, her voice rough.

Sevika softens, nodding. “Let me get everything put away, okay?”

Vi nods, settling in and letting her go. 

Light speed wouldn’t be fast enough to get Sevika into bed with Vi. She dumps everything in the kitchen, then books it back to the bedroom. She skids to a stop before tiptoeing into the bedroom. She makes sure Vi is safely tucked in before she climbs in to lay over top of the blankets, cocooning Vi in. She gets a soft, content sigh in return. 

Sevika gently tucks Vi against the side of her body, smoothing down damp hair and moving to rub her back carefully. Vi buries her face deep in the pillow again and settles, her breathing evening out. 

“Thanks,” she breathes after Sevika is sure she’d fallen asleep.

Something in Sevika melts. “Course, baby. Rest.” She murmurs. 

Maybe tomorrow would bring some exhaustion, and maybe her tactics weren’t perfect, but Sevika was determined to get better at migraine care. Just so Vi would be able to rest easy, knowing she’d be taken care of in a state as vulnerable as this.

For now, that was enough to let Sevika relax alongside her partner.

***

This is absolutely not me projecting my own chronic pain onto Vi, lol. What. Anyway.

Perhaps…a sick fic?

Hello darling!! Just for you <3

Sevika was… horrible when she was sick. 

Meaning when the woman got sick, she simply - pretended she was not sick. She didn’t have a fever, she didn’t see two of whoever was in front of her, she wasn’t puking, she wasn’t coughing. None of it. Because, as she continues to try and convince herself over her many years of life, if you ignored it then it wasn’t there. 

“I think you’re sick, Sev,” Vi says worriedly, on the morning Sevika wakes up feeling like hell frozen over. 

Stuffy nose. Sore throat. Bleary eyes, the throbbing promise of a migraine - and her skin hurt. Clearly there was only one answer to this. 

“It’s just allergies,” Sevika says. Nevermind the fact it comes out aller-geese because of her stuffy nose. Due to the allergies. Obviously. 

Vi’s eyebrows shoot up. She reaches out to press her hand to Sevika’s forehead, and Sevika ducks away. 

“Sevika,” Vi starts, her voice chastising, falling into the familiar I’m-An-Older-Sister tone that had worked on her little sister many years ago. 

“Vi,” Sevika says, in her I’m-Silco’s-Right-Hand voice she used to this day, except more nasally. Because of the allergies. 

Vi crosses her arms over her chest, and Sevika can feel her irritated gaze as she shuffles around the room at a snails pace, getting ready for her day. She pointedly does not look at Vi. 

“You should stay home,” Vi was following her around the house as she ignores the pressure building in her temples and tries to pull things together for her day. 

“No.” Sevika grunts, then coughs a little. “S’just allergies.”

“Baby,” Vi pulls out that sweet voice that always got Sevika, and she squints, looking back at… two Violets. 

“Stop it.” She says to the one flickering in her vision, then ambles away to pull her shoes on. For some reason (the allergies), it knocks the wind right out of her. She braces a hand on the wall, panting softly, then straightens up immediately when Vi rounds the corner with an accusing glare. 

“Sevika,” Vi says, sharply, and Sevika grabs her things and walks right out the door. 

“Silco’s gonna send you right home!” Vi yells after her from the doorway. 

Sevika waves a hand. “It’s just allergies!”

***

The allergies get so much worse. 

So much so, it has Silco casting worried looks at his right hand every so often. 

“Stop it,” she tells him, with as much irritation as she had given Vi. “It’s just allergies.”

“Allergies do not usually constitute a fever, Sevika.” Silco frowns. 

“I do not have a fever.” Sevika grunts, then hacks a little into her fist. 

Silco pulls a face. “Sevika.”

Sevika ignores Silco and instead goes to find something else to do that didn’t include being lectured over allergies, of all things. She wasn’t sick. 

Unfortunately for her, Silco comes to find her a little while later, expression pinched. 

“Go home,” he tells her. 

Sevika glowers at the task she was completing, pretending not to hear him. It wasn’t really that hard, considering one of her ears was plugged. 

“Sevika, go home.”

“You sound like Vi,” she grumbles at him, petulant, feeling suddenly very whiny. “I don’t want to go home.”

Silco’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay. Well. I don’t want everyone getting sick. So you have the next two days off. Don’t come back until you’re better.”

Sevika lifts her head to glare in his… approximate direction. “I’m not sick.”

“Sure. Fine. Go home, Sevika. Take care of your… allergies. Then you can come back.”

Sevika goes back to what she was doing, pretending not to hear him. 

Silco taps his foot. “Do not make me call Violet.”

Sevika drops what she’s doing with a loud, petulant sigh, and breaks into a coughing fit. 

…Maybe she should go home.

***

When Sevika trudges in the door, she’s greeted with the smell of soup and the sound of soft music. She blinks tiredly, then bends to tug her shoes off, smacking her elbow on the wall with a whiny grunt.

“Sev? Is that you?” Vi pokes her head around the corner, then softens. “Hey, baby… you okay?”

“Silco sent me home,” Sevika was pouting.

Vi softens, amusement dancing in her eyes. She steps over, crouching to tug off her boots, one at a time. She sets them aside and stands, reaching up to check Sevika’s temp. “Hm. That bastard. Come sit, babe.”

“Bastard…” Sevika mutters in agreement, sniffing thickly and letting Vi take her hand. 

She’s led to the living room, where Vi had made up the couch into something Sevika was convinced was maybe a slice of heaven. Warm blankets, a million pillows, a box of tissues, a spot for Vi to sit and play with her hair. 

“Wow,” she breathes, eyes wide. “All this for allergies?”

Vi was fighting a laugh. “I - yes. Yes. Sit, Sev, let me get you some soup. And some medicine.”

“Okay,” Sevika sighs, nearly falling into the little nest that had been made for her, snuggling in with a soft groan. Her skin sings a little at the comfort of it all. She’s dozing by the time Vi returns with a cup of hearty soup. 

Vi doesn’t even bat an eye, though; she sits and props Sevika up against her, pillows supporting her back and neck. “Here, medicine first. Tastes bad, sorry babe.”

Sevika wrinkles her nose, but dutifully swallows what she’d been given. Her throat was even more sore now. The soup feels amazing on it, though, and she eats everything Vi offers her. Vi makes sure she’s comfy before she tugs the blankets up around her, fingers slipping through her hair gently. 

Sevika melts into it, closing her eyes and sniffing thickly. “Hey, Vi?” She mumbles when she’s on the verge of a doze.

“Mm?” Vi’s fingers brush over sore temples, soothing. 

“I think I’m sick.” Sevika mumbles, already slipping into sleep. 

“Oh wow,” Vi’s laughter echoes in her voice as she tries to stifle it to not wake her. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Sevika’s sigh is punctuated with a soft whine. 

“I’ll take care of you, baby. You rest.” 

“Mm’okay. Thanks…” Sevika mumbles as she finally gives in to what was, most definitely, not allergies.

Unaware touch starved Sevika x (un)surprisingly observant Vi

Slight NSFW! I made it into a 5+1 :) hope that's okay, anon <3

~~~

One

Sevika grunts softly as she disconnects the hydraulics that connect her arm to the harness, setting it down on the kitchen table with a louder clatter than she means. She stares blankly at the limb, mouth pressed into a thin line, before she sits down heavily at the chair in front of it. 

Vi pokes her head out of the kitchen, blinking, then smiles. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” Sevika grunts.

“You hungry?” Vi comes over to nudge the discarded limb further on the table so it doesn’t continue its slide down toward the floor. 

Sevika grunts again, watching Vi, tense. 

Vi softens. She brushes a hand through Sevika’s hair, ignoring the initial way she tenses. Her fingers massage her scalp gently, pulling a low groan from her girlfriend. Sevika’s eyes close and she drops her head back, bumping against Vi’s chest and staying there. 

“Yeah?” Vi murmurs. 

She gets another grunt, softer this time, as Sevika relaxes into the feeling. 

~~~

Two

Sevika had little tells. She tended to loom, when she was pissed off. She grit her teeth, ground them a little each time someone pissed her off enough. It left her jaw sore and her teeth pulsing painfully, which usually led to a headache. 

She also has a habit of slamming things around a bit when she’s coming down from the dregs of anger. It’s quiet, but she’s firm and sharp with every inanimate object around her. Vi can usually hear muttering from the bedroom when Sevika argues with a dresser drawer or negotiates space with the bathroom counter.  

It isn’t until they’re settled in on the couch to watch a movie that Vi can urge her to lay down in her lap. Sevika usually goes with another little grumble, but she doesn’t bother to hide the way she shoves her face in Vi’s thigh when she finally settles. 

She grunts softly when Vi reaches down to gently massage her jaw, her thumb pressing gently to the juncture of her temple and jawbone, rubbing the pressure from it. Sevika melts, eyes slipping shut as Vi picks through their option of reruns and shitty romcoms. 

If she dozes off before Vi can pick one, nobody needed to know.

~~~

Three

Vi’s favorite thing to do was watch Sevika melt. She’d found a couple ways to do it, but her favorite way was when they were getting ready for bed. 

It was usually when Sevika was grumbling about work, or recounting a new cool fact she’d learned, or just generally listing off their schedule for the upcoming days. This was Vi’s favorite time to interrupt, turning to look at Sevika and reaching up to cup her face. 

It always made Sevika stutter a little, pause, her long eyelashes flickering. She always pressed her cheek into one of Vi’s palms, eyes slipping halfway shut. 

“Yeah?” Vi murmurs every time, her free thumb brushing over Sevika’s cheek, tilted up in offering for every affection Vi could give. 

“Mmh.” Sevika hums softly, melting, nearly purring like a happy kitten. 

Vi often stayed right there, letting Sevika cup her wrist and hold her there. 

~~~

Four

Kiss attacks were something Sevika had no knowledge of before Vi. 

It came when Vi got tipsy, and went as such; Vi squinted at her from across the bar, or beside her on the adjoining barstool, and pouts. Her cheeks were always a little flushed, her gaze bright with her alcohol of choice. 

Didn’t matter if Sevika had a full cup in hand, if Sevika was in the middle of a conversation, if Sevika was trying to appear put together in front of some visitors for work - nope. Vi got that gleam in her eyes, and Sevika was helpless to do anything but wait to catch her girlfriend in her arms and get smothered in kisses. 

Sevika liked to wrap her arms around Vi’s waist, hold her flush against her body, even if she groaned and complained and pretended to hate it. Vi liked to finish with a kiss to the tip of her nose, noisy and sweet, and lean heavily against her to steal her drink. 

Sevika was always left grinning afterwards. 

~~~

Five

The best kind of touch, in Sevika’s opinion, came when she decided to give in and let Vi do as she pleased in bed. 

Vi was so gentle with her; the cocky tendencies and teasing went right out the window the moment Sevika either gave in to Vi’s request or asked outright for it. She spent so much time pressing kisses to every inch of Sevika’s skin, murmuring soft praise against her skin, pausing to pay special attention to every scar. 

Orgasms were more intense when Sevika let Vi take her time, working her up gently and slowly, somehow following every cue Sevika gave or didn’t give, doing exactly what her body wanted or needed with hardly a breath. Sevika always melted easily, making noises she hadn’t known she was capable of before Vi. 

It always ended with tears; Sevika overwhelmed to the point of crying once she did topple over the edge into pleasure with an intensity she’d never thought was possible. Vi always curled up against her side, kissing her tears away and stroking her hair until she calmed and settled, head tucked beneath Vi’s chin. 

Sevika never returned the favor those nights, but Vi never seemed to mind. She was happy to pull the blankets around them and murmur praise until Sevika fell right to sleep against her.

~~~

Plus One

“Vi,” Sevika says one morning, while she’s sitting at the table, reading an article on her phone. 

The smell of bacon and the sound of grease popping filters from the kitchen, where Vi was making them a lazy weekend brunch. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’m reading this article,” Sevika pulls her reading glasses off. 

“Okaaay..” Vi hums, waiting for her to elaborate. 

Sevika is silent for a moment, before she clears her throat and asks, “Do you know what being touch starved is?”

There’s the sound of… maybe laughter? Before it’s choked off and Vi coughs. “I, uh - yes. Yeah. I do know. Why?”

Sevika squints suspiciously at the noise. “...I think I may be that.”

Vi chuckles this time, unable to help herself. “Yeah. Yeah, baby, I think you are. Figure it out finally?”

“You knew?” Sevika yelps, heat rising to her cheeks. 

Vi comes out of the kitchen, leaning in the doorway, fond. “Yes, love. I knew.” She goes over, smelling of bacon and coffee, pausing to kiss the top of Sevika’s head. Sevika melts, and then <em>realizes</em> she was melting, and scowls. 

“Oh.” She says instead, and Vi sighs fondly and kisses her forehead. 

“I’ll make sure you aren’t starved, Sev. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”

“Okay.” Sevika grumbles, and leans into the playful scratch to the short hairs on the back of her neck.

Vi edges Sevika or vice versa please?

NSFW

~~~

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?)

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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

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit 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), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: rockstar vi, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, author has religious trauma so we will absolutely be examining queer romance and small town religious things Summary:

Violet had been involved with music since she was little.

It had started with her dads; Vander taking care of his precious Gibson Les Paul from the 80s, when he’d started a garage band that had led to him meeting and marrying Silco, a classically trained pianist who wouldn’t touch the open keyboard position with a ten foot pole. Vi had been put into piano lessons as soon as she could read, and after failing miserably, she’d tried just about everything before finding she had a knack for guitar. She followed in her dad’s footsteps, developing a love for the shrieking croon of an electric guitar, brought to life under fingers worn rough calluses.

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I’m back with another multi-chapter! Rockstar Vi au <3 for all of my regulars who asked for it.

“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.