hey! so you've found me. woah. how did you do that? probably my ao3 stuff, right? well, if not - here my love, have a masterlist.
a little about me before we get started: i'm reny, 25, and my pronouns are they/she. i've been in this whole fanfic game for over ten years now and absolutely love it. if you ask my devoted readers, I specialize in angst. but recently we've been switching it up a little! I write mostly vi/sevika from arcane and ellie/abby from tlou. it's real gay up in here. I hope you enjoy your stay <3 and if you're here to be mean then literally why waste your energy babe.
without further ado - let's get this show on the road.
The Last of Us:
the great divide - dina/ellie. Dina picks up the pieces after Ellie leaves her behind.
rainbow road - ellie/abby. Abby is very good at wrestling, Ellie is not. Chaos ensues.
angel eyes - ellie/abby. Serial Killer Ellie au, unrequited love, a lot of religious imagery, and a whole lotta death.
give in - ellie/abby. Abby was in a mood, and unfortunately, her target was Ellie. Smut.
american honey - ellie/abby. A story about cowboys, loss, growing up too fast, and finding yourself along the way. Yeehaw. Ongoing.
bomb pop - ellie/abby. ellabs smut tumblr prompt for modern au and bottom Ellie.
Arcane:
without you is how I disappear - vi/sevika. series, complete. Vi has some old wounds that never healed. Sevika likes to pick at them. They find a way to start healing them together.
dying to live - vi/sevika. 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.
vi/sevika tumblr prompts - ongoing.
vagus - vi/sevika. There were some days Violet wanted to pry open her chest and break her ribs off one by one.
doomsday - vi/sevika. zombie au, add a little selective mutism Vi and one arm, no prosthesis Sevika.
my vow to you - vi/sevika. omegaverse, vivika wedding, and a baby.
let me find our future under the stars - vi/sevika. Omegaverse Sevika/Vi, with a little girl-next-door, teenage romance.
bleed me to death - vi/sevika. Vampire Sevika, religious Vi, and a good amount of yearning.
this phantom life - vi/sevika. Death goddess Sevika, slow burn, and a little of mage Vi.
it's you that i lie with - series. foster kid, teen pregnancy. vi-centric.
sea fever - vi/sevika. Pirate Vi is home and Sevika is waiting for her.
dead in the eyes - vi/sevika. Sevika falls hard and fast - and confronts a scary reality that maybe, just maybe, her girlfriend was no longer herself. Something else was behind those eyes.
puppy vi a/b/o - vi/sevika. series, ongoing.
take me alive - vi/sevika. sevika/vi arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, and a lil lovin' at the end.
tease - vi/sevika. vi needs some attention.
between my teeth - vi/sevika. freshly post-apocalypse, heavy themes of cannibalism as erotica.
will it matter after i'm gone - vi/sevika. Vi and Sevika fall apart, then pull back together. Just a couple thousand of hurt/comfort.
cover me in gasoline - vi/sevika. rockstar au.
mama won't you raise me up - vi/sevika. series, ongoing. t4t pregnancy, post-canon angst, and pregnant vi.
core collapse - vi/sevika. you asked; why supernova? i told you i needed to put my finger on it. vent fic.
happy valentine's day - vi/sevika. exactly what it sounds like, a gift for a close friend <3
my childhood sweetheart - vi/sevika. Sevika was fifteen when she first accepted the babysitting job for the Wickhams.
smoke show - vi/sevika. Sevika gets Vi high and they fuck on the couch.
hold me like water - vi/sevika. Pirate Sevika and Siren Vi and just a little soft sex.
with precision - vi/sevika. tentatively ongoing. Vi and Sevika split. Vi has to learn how to pick up the pieces after knitting herself into another person.
falling - vi/sevika. feral omegaverse, for my good friend and partner in vivika crime.
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work that’s just. Devastating. Like you’re sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Let’s do it.
hiii!!! before I write my request I wanted to say that I LOVE your sevika/vi stories as well as your Ellie/abby stories! they’re all soo good! okay, so I have 2 requests if that’s okay. my first one is sevika/vi modern au fluff/slice of life fanfic. the second is an Ellie/abby fanfic modern au smut with bottom Ellie if you don’t mind. if you don’t feel comfortable or want to do my request that’s okay too. anyways love your work and can’t wait to see what you come out with next!!!
hi my love!! thank you so much for your ask <3 here is the ellabs request for you, and I do want to do the vivika one, but if you want to give me specifics on the slice of life I would love that :3
Kiss me. Kiss me — with reckless abandon, with the sole purpose of hearing me sigh, with two fingers on the nape of my neck and an arm wrapped around my waist. Pull me flush, pull me close and closer and closest. Meld my body against yours and indulge in the softness that makes me up, dig your fingers into my hips and walk me backwards and let my knees hit the edge of luxury.
No teeth. Never teeth — if I bleed it's a goddamn honor you witness it, if I bleed it's because I chose to. If I'm glass, then it's broken, and I will draw blood you would be lucky to lick from me. Treat me gently, lover, treat me softly. I am soft and sweet and you will never call me indulgence lest I give you a cavity. Let your lips trace words on my skin; my language is words, I am writ between the lines of every piece I've created and you have to pick me out.
Did you pick me? You must have, for me to call you lover — I pick my people wisely and the title of lover is not one I give easily. The sight of me and my personhood and my soul is something I let few see, the sight of my body I let fewer see. Have you seen it? Have you seen pieces of it? Lucky you, lucky — did you count yourself lucky? Are you counting the stars now?
Do I sing for you? I have stage-fright, lover — if I sing for you then it is with shaking vibrato, chock full of raw nerves others have plucked at, nerves I bare to you because I want to. Do I sing? Do you let me harmonize? I find my way every time; I am only off key when you are unfamiliar or change our rhythm. Don't change our rhythm without warning me, lover, lest I fall out of tune.
Have I gifted anything to you? Have I picked you out? I keep a list, lover, I keep a list of all my people and their personhood and the things that make up them. I pick my people out, I pick them and I keep picking them so they understand they have been. I keep them, too — close to my heart, safe against my chest. Are you against mine? You must be — I call you lover.
Do I love you with abandon? Do you know it? You will know it — I am intense, I am too much, I am full of muchness and love and abandon. Consider it a blessing, my darling, my lover, for me to love you with abandon. I am reckless in my love, doing it unconditionally and wholeheartedly. I would let you break my heart for the privilege of loving you with the abandon I throw myself into.
Is my cooking a love language you are learning? I learned from generations of mothers before me — will you make a mother of me, too? Will you raise a generation to learn from and who will learn from me? Do you watch me cook — I liken myself to a kitchen witch, there is a magic about me in the kitchen — and do you see the mothers before me guiding my hand? I cook for an army; we are a military family, beloved. There are always wounded to pull in and heal with the magic that can be performed with a wooden spoon and a smattering of spices. Let me speak to your soul, lover, let me cook for you.
Will I dress up for you? I rub remnants of rubies in the corners of my eyes and line them in ink, so the green of them is vivid and striking. I make my eyes something worth looking into and seeing — do you see me? What do you see? How do you like it? Do you like it, lover? I dress up for you, so you must; I dress up for me, so you must. Ask and it will be, take me out and show me off and twirl me around and let me laugh and let me cry. I have not been taken or twirled or tasked with beauty in so long.
Have you seen me grieve? I am lost in grief, lover. I grieve for humanity, I grieve for me. Have you seen it? I do not cry in front of others, I bare my teeth in a smile when I do — I bare my teeth, I grin and I bear it. Have you heard it? Have you seen the way my body shakes, have you seen the way I grip myself to hold pieces I have seldom just replaced together? Even my wife did not see; they did not care to see me grieve. Do you care? Will you grieve with me?
I love compliments, lover, but I will never ask. I will always answer, I will never ask. I will give, I will receive — I will not ask. Call me pretty. Call me lovely. Tell me about myself; the highest compliment is being seen, being known. What do you know? How do you see me? What color am I to you? Do you see me? Is it hard to? I make myself easy to learn, I believe — tell me if I'm wrong. Tell me how to let you know me.
Do you listen to the music I love? Do you hear me in it? Do you read my words? Do you see me in them? I am between the lines, I am embedded in the notes. Have you read my favorite book? Would you listen to me talk for hours? You have to coax it out of me; I listen so well, I want to learn all of you — show me that you want to learn all of me, too.
Have you slept alongside me? This is the test, lover, this is what I will measure you by. My friends have, my friends know I sleep with blankets kept together with nostalgia and dreams, that I hug parts of the littlest version of me and bury myself in pink fur to sleep. My pillowcases were made by my mother, my bedspread is one I picked — I wear nothing but shirts my father handed down and I let my cat lay where she pleases. Did I invite you into my bed? Have I built a pillow fort with you? Have I planned to? This is the test, lover — my friends see me here, at my most vulnerable, and there is not an inch of my body you will see before you can hold the parts of me I keep sacred.
If you allow me, I will embed pieces of me into you. I ask that you do not let me — I ask that you return them to me. I ask that you do not give me yours; I will let them bleed me out when I bury them in my heart to keep you close to me. I ask of you, lover; hold me, keep me, but do not take me.
Do you love me? Are you worthy of the title of lover? I am. I am; I am my own. I know me, I hold all of me. I haven't always, this is new to me. This is new. Are you new to me? I am new to me, too. There is so much to love, isn't there? So much to keep. So much to hold. Are your hands full? If they are not; are you doing it right? There is muchness in me, lover. If you are not overflowing — overflow with me, please.
I do not beg for the bar set on the floor. Not anymore. My bar is raised — attainable, but raised — and if you cannot stand on the other side and remain eye level with me, then I need you to look above and answer all the questions I've asked. They are simple, beloved. I love with reckless abandon — do not be reckless and abandon my love.
hello! so so so sorry for the delay - have a little under 500 words of sweetness.
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Sevika was a cuddler. It wasn't really something she made known to people — especially not those who had the chance to leave her. It was really inconvenient, considering she craved closeness more than anything, but she had her reasons and a long list of people's eulogies to look back on and remind herself why she kept things to herself.
Unfortunately for her, Vi was also a cuddler.
It had started small and slow. Sevika looks back and realizes now that Vi was probably conditioning her, warming her up to the bigger acts of affection. Hand holding had been first, only for a few minutes at a time or in large crowds. Then hugs. Then a bit of snuggling after sex, then before bed, then on the couch.
She'd been had, Sevika realizes with a small amount of dismay, when Vi climbs into bed and flops unceremoniously on top of her with little more than a grunt in reply. She was absolutely wrapped around Vi's little finger, she laments, even as she rolls them over and wraps her arms around Vi. I hate this, she lies to herself, burying her nose in fuschia hair and sighing softly as they both sink into the warmth.
"S'nice," Vi mumbles, eyes closed, and Sevika melts.
It was easier to convince herself that it was for Vi. Especially since she could feel the tension seep from her partner's shoulders, could hear her breathing even out, could feel her relax more and more with the pressure of Sevika's body and the shared comfort of their closeness.
"Yeah?" Sevika murmurs into her hair, sweeping a hand down Vi's spine.
She gets a smile for her efforts, the younger woman squirming a bit closer and tucking cold feet beneath muscular calves. "I know you don't really like it," she says sheepishly.
"I do," Sevika says quickly, before her mind can catch up with her mouth. They both pause, and Sevika sighs and buries her face in Vi's hair, resigning herself to this moment of vulnerability.
"I do." She repeats, firmer this time. She tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of Vi's neck, thumb rubbing the dip where her skull met her neck. She smiles when Vi gives a low, sleepy exhale.
"S'good," Vi mumbles, closing her eyes. "I love cuddling with you."
"Mm," Sevika hums, hiding her smile in her partner's hair.
Maybe being a cuddler wasn't the worst thing in the world. But if Vi ever told anyone… well. That was a worry for another day. For now, she curls up a bit tighter around the woman she loves and sinks into cozy sleepiness.
