#arcane x

[holysmokesblog]

Could it be real?

Vander x reader

Words: 0.5k

Warnings: -

Summary: You must face a fact that seems impossible, but it’s right there before your eyes—it’s just a matter of believing it.

Note: It's been over two years since the last time I posted something here. I hope you enjoy this piece, and that the translation is correct since I'm not very good at English. <3

He was there, just a few meters away, but he didn’t seem like himself. He didn’t look like him, didn’t sound like him, and didn’t even smell the same. He was simply unrecognizable.

Vi’s heavy hand rested on your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at her, searching for answers, but she only stared at the massive creature lying on the ground.

“Are you sure it’s…”

“Completely.” Vi didn’t let you finish your question. She released your shoulder and approached the giant, who lay asleep a few meters away. She gently touched its back. The beast stirred uncomfortably, but upon seeing the young woman, it relaxed. “I have no doubt.”

You stepped closer, slowly, afraid your approach might alert the massive being, but it kept its back turned.

“Just look at him, and you’ll understand.”

The creature hunched over, trying to appear smaller (an impossible feat), and took a cautious step forward. You stepped back, which made him freeze in place.

Finally, the immense creature turned, and you saw him. He wasn’t how you remembered. He didn’t look like the man you’d fallen in love with in the Lanes, the one you’d shared most of your life with, built a family with. But without a doubt, it was him.

“Vander?”

Your mind raced, struggling to comprehend everything that was happening—how your husband, the man who had died years ago, was now back in a body that wasn’t his own.

You remained silent, unable to respond. Your brain kept trying to process everything, but no answer came. Vi, still enraged, was about to say something else when a loud snort stopped her.

Seeing that you wouldn’t come closer, Vi stepped in again.

“I know he looks different, but I swear, this is Vander. He remembers us.”

“How is this possible?”

“We’re not sure, but you have to trust me.”

“I searched for his body for months. I didn’t… I didn’t find anything—”

“That doesn’t matter anymore!” Vi snapped, furious. “He’s here now. We can help him; we can bring Vander back! How can you not be happy?”

The massive creature that had once been your husband took another step in your direction, but this time, you didn’t back away, so he kept advancing. Panic gripped your chest with every step he took, the fear that touching him would wake you up in your apartment, drenched in tears.

When he finally reached you, he lifted one of his enormous hands and gently brushed your cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to stream uncontrollably.

“Is this real?” You looked into his eyes. “Please,” you begged. “I don’t want to wake up.”

Vander didn’t dare touch you again, fearing you might run away, but you couldn’t stand it any longer. You buried yourself in his chest. He hesitated for a moment but finally wrapped one massive arm around you, lowering his face to your head and inhaling deeply.

“You’re real,” you murmured through your sobs, unable to believe it.

“I’m here,” he said in a deep voice, squeezing you gently with the arm that held you close.

[luvvlayna]

Swim

minors dni

sub! vi x dom! fem reader

NSFW tags - sub!Vi, dom! fem reader, pussy-eating (vi!receiving), very light fingering (vi!receiving), choking, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart , whore, etc) 18+ literally no plot just banging :)

whimpers and moans echoed through the decorated apartment. the only thing that slid inside of the seemingly empty house was sunlight from the early morning.

“f-fuck please please..” vi groan out as you kitten lick her wet folds, wetness spreading all over your tounge

giving in to her pleas, you plunge your tounge deep inside her enjoying the taste of her sweetness and feeling her thick, scarred thighs wrapped tightly around your head

you caress her thighs softly as you bring your other hand to her clit, rubbing her softly as you continue you relentlessly thrust your tongue in her, making her wetness drip down your chin slowly

“baby..p-please i’m gonna cum..please let me cum..~” vi yelps out as she grips the sheet tightly, trying to grind her pussy rougher on your lips

you pull away slightly and smack her pussy. violet yelps loudly as you hit her making her sweet juices fly everywhere

”you cum when I tell you you sweetheart..you don’t want to make me mad this early hmm..?”

vi shakes her head no and you lean back down towards her cute pink clit, and lick it softly. while she focuses on the that pleasure, you plunge two fingers into her sopping, wet cunt and begin to thrust into her, groaning as you feel her walls clench against them

you pull away from licking her and stare up at her with hooded eyes as you continue to thrust into her with your fingers, watching as her face contorts with pleasure

“you’re such a slut for me huh baby..? you had to wake me up just to whine how much you needed me just like a cheap whore at the Brothel..”

vi sobs loudly as she keens at the degradation. feeling her orgasm approach, vi grinds down on your fingers matching her pace with the thrust of your fingers

“b-baby..please I’m gonna cum..I need to cum, let me cum p-please..~” vi groans out as she becomes lost in the sensation of your fingers thrusting in and out of her at a punishing pace

You coo slightly as you nod towards her, signaling for her to let all her troubles go and cum on your fingers..After a few more thrust, vi moans loudly as she finishes all on your fingers, coating them with her glistening juices

you continue to thrust softly, making sure to rid her of all her pleasure until vi whine softly from overstimulation.

you pull out softly as you lick you fingers in front of her staring into her eyes. you pat her thigh softly as you get up for a a towel from the bathroom

you walk back into the bedroom, seeing vi back to sleep..you chuckle softly as you wipe her down then throw the towel into the hamper

you pull back the blanket and pull vi underneath with you, wrapping you arms tightly around her waist, enjoying her warmth as you fall back asleep to have energy for the rest of the day..

fist oneshot how’d i do my loves! ;)

[ficfanatictrf]

The Night Stand (Part 14)

Summary: The changes over the next few days

Word Count : 1.6k

Edited and Proofread by nobody A/N : Sorry for this one being shorter. I just really liked where it ended and felt that adding more might just make it a little to much.

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Viktor found that as the days ticked by, the more aware he was of a simple fact. 

There was no way that he would be able to handle spending a night apart from you now. 

After his whole life always finding that he could never get his mind to settle, that he would have idea after idea once consumed by the darkness, he found himself sinking into your gentle touch. The warm and loving embrace of someone who truly cared for him was addictive, yet it was a vice that he was not worried about solving. 

Waking up nearly a week after you completely moved in, finding the two of you intertwined in such a way that he wasn’t sure where you started and he began. He was aware of just how at peace he was, how rested and simply happy he was for the new day. 

Looking back, the past few days were pure bliss. From the morning you two shared, teasing each other, his work feeling productive as he wasn’t running on only coffee, and then coming home to loving kisses and tender words. 

He found that by the time the two of you retreated to the bedroom, he was out as soon as he felt the gentle scratches against his scalp and the soft humming of a childhood song he didn’t recognize. 

In his mind, there was no turning back. 

He was completely enraptured by you. 

And as the days had passed, he didn’t believe that there was anything that would make his life better than where it was at the present moment. 

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He also began to notice little changes around the house, the increase in reading material on weddings that he was finding scattered amongst his things. From the dog eared pages, the circled pictures and jotted notes, it wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion that you were thinking of what you wished to do for your own wedding. 

‘Our wedding’ he thought, feeling his cheeks heat up at the very thought of seeing you in a wedding dress. Whatever type of dress you chose, he knew it would look stunning, not because of how it made you look but because he could just imagine how it would make you feel. 

There was nothing as blinding as your joyful smile after all. 

And then, just as quickly as these items appeared, they suddenly disappeared. 

He woke up one morning to find that every catalog had been removed, every picture disposed of. And as much as he wanted to ask about it, the two of you hadn’t discussed them being there in the first place. Surely if you wished to discuss something about their future together you would talk to him about it? 

In all honesty, he wanted to keep things the way they were currently. You had started to feel better from the hormonal changes, able to start leaving the house without feeling sick. He had asked that you only make short trips, not wanting you to faint like you did weeks prior. 

But he was glad to see you getting some of your spark back, the drive that he had always adored starting to ignite once more. 

If you simply didn’t want to look at wedding ideas at that time, that was fine. Sure, he would be disappointed that you had decided to wait, but if it meant you being like yourself again he would wait till you were ready. 

So, after another day in the lab, having been left there mostly by himself as Jayce had been called away for some counselor nonsense, he was surprised to find the place smelling of home. 

For a moment, he was brought back to memories of his mother cooking, the foods that always brought them closer together. The kindness that was shared between them, the safety and love that the smell and food always left him. 

Rushing to remove his shoes, he made his way inside to find not just you and the food that he was imagining but a small package that you were nervously holding onto. 

“So, for the past couple days I have been working on a little project of mine” You started softly, nervously shifting between your feet. All the while Viktor couldn’t help but wish to reach out to comfort you - knowing that he needed to give you the space and time to speak the things you needed to say. 

“Before you get mad at me, I always went with a friend” You whispered, watching at the man’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “I needed to travel back and forth between here and the Undercity a few times” 

“You said you wouldn’t travel far!”

“I know” 

“That is the very definition of far” 

“I know, just listen please. I always went with a friend and we took plenty of breaks. I promise, I did fine, no issues” 

Viktor was livid, just the very thought of you, pregnant and defenseless being anywhere near his childhood home. The thought of what would happen if you fainted in those streets made him sick to his stomach, and to know you were going there secretly behind his back? 

“I did a little snooping around and found a small group of people who had the same accent as you” You said quickly, drawing his attention to the food that was on the table before he had a chance to speak. 

“I believe it is…” You trail off, pulling out the handwritten recipe to try and read what the name of the dish was called. “...hal…ob..key?” 

“Holubky” He whispered softly, the bashful smile you sent his way killing whatever anger he had inside of him. 

Taking the last few steps towards your side, he reached and took hold of one of them before inspecting the meal. Just from touch alone he could tell that it had been steamed the appropriate amount of time, the cabbage wrapping being soft but not jelly-like. 

And upon taking a bite? 

If before it had felt like home, this was like living in a memory. The spices took over his senses, the familiar textures and tastes reminding him of a time where everything was simple. 

Bite after bite was taken without meaning too, not speaking a word as he ate the whole thing before reaching for another. 

“I’m glad you like it” You teased softly, seeing just how much he was enjoying it as he was nearly stuffing his mouth as he went. “I figured I should at least have a few recipes from your home up my sleeve as you wife” 

Chuckling at your words, it had been enough to get him to pause in his gorging to look over at you with a small smirk. “I don’t believe you are my wife just yet, my love” 

“Actually-” You started, the nervousness you had been exhibiting earlier coming back in full force as you slowly opened the folder to reveal..

A marriage license. 

Not the application, not the processing paperwork. The actual marriage license. 

“I wanted…needed you to be there for the birth…as much as I was trying to figure out a way to bypass our stupid laws and rules, I couldn’t figure out anything else but this” You whispered, hands starting to tremble at the idea that he would be angry at you for this. 

Flipping to the next document, you held it out as you bit your lip, anxiety pulsing through your veins. 

“With us married I was able to put in your name for citizenship. The application process usually takes months, but I might have pulled some strings by calling Jayce in today to get it expedited.”

You both were silent for a moment, Viktor’s eyes reading over the document being handed to him. 

It appeared that Jayce had argued that due to his involvement with Hextech, he was a vital member of the Piltover populace and with his contributions to the world's view of Piltover, it was honestly in their best interest to have him as a citizen. 

But, as he read over it over and over again. You saw all the issues that you had noticed till now. 

Looking at the marriage license, you cringed at the fact that you had needed to give him your last name so that the citizenship document had a first and last name - you having wasted a whole day running back and forth as they wouldn’t accept an incomplete application. 

“...I am sure we can change your last name if you hate mine…” 

Your voice was soft and timid, still waiting for him to explode on you for having done something so rash without his knowledge or consent. 

Finally looking up from the document in his hands, it didn’t take much inspection for him to see that you were shaking from your nerves being overworked. 

Reaching out, cradling your face in his hands, he was quick to try and kiss away all the worries you had in your head. With his lips trailed over your face between words, he hoped desperately that you understood that he was anything but upset with you. 

“Darling, môj miláčik, moja žena, I am in no way angry with you over this. You didn’t need to learn such a complex recipe because of this. Moja žena, I come home to find food from my childhood, to find that you are not my fiancee but my wife, to know that now I can be by your side in the hospital forever more?” 

Finally stopping his kisses, he rested his forehead softly against your own. With eyes closed and hands still holding your cheeks as his thumbs ran tiny circles up your eyes, you found that slowly you felt the tension in your body start to dissipate. 

“I have some things I will need to discuss with you, but your actions are much appreciated. Truly, you have lightened my heart knowing that I will be able to support you during the birth. Thank you”

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[berlogauwu]

im sick guys

[galaxyspeaking]

Why can’t we just stay right here?

[lex-the-lesbiann]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME (light hearted)

[her-soliloquies]

They really gave us everything though: old gay dads, cool straight (?) couple, badass lesbians, gay (temporary) rivals

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bonus: jayvik together for eternity

I would be beaming from ear to ear if I wasn't so depressed about arcane being over for good

[sondu]

happy together in an alternate universe

[arcanejude]

ARCANE 1.07 || 2.07

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[the-fatal-impact]

There are two kinds of people, separated by the way they dealing with heart shuttering break up:

They becoming sad alcoholic hobo with no sense of personal hygiene...

2. ...or career overachiver.

[fshfish]

arcane dump from this week

[pusserdestroyer]

Clean version of a comic I drew in history class

[ficfanatictrf]

The Night Stand (Part 10)

Summary: The two of you settle into a bit of a routine, and the file that changed things

Word Count : 1.5k

Edited and Proofread by nobody A/N : A shorter chapter as I wanted to end things on a positive note. Have some angst still planned as well as some other things.

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When Viktor had read that pregnancy could mess with the mother’s hormones, he had not been fully prepared for how quickly they would change your emotions. In his readings, he was aware that the mood swings would be something that could either go away as your body got used to the hormone changes or would last for the whole pregnancy. 

Yet, he made it his mission to bring the support you needed. In his mind, the two of you were pregnant. Physically speaking of course, you were the one carrying the child, but he was going to spend every waking moment doing all he could to make sure that you were taken care of. 

He had always been a bit of a coffee addict, which was one of the things that you weren’t allowed to have during the pregnancy. So the moment you had moved in? He threw all of it out and hadn’t brought any of it into his home. 

Was he completely worn out all the time? Was he feeling the effects of the withdrawals? 

Of-fucking-course! 

Even with how walking hurt his leg, you needed to keep up with getting at least a little bit of physical activity. As such, every single day after he would get back from the lab he would go on a walk with you. 

Exhaustion seemed to be one of the worst symptoms for you. Even with close to ten hours of sleep a night, Viktor would find you napping so often. Only to wake up looking like you were ready to pass out, the little walks having been an idea to help with that. 

For the most part, it did. It gets you a little bit of pep back, yet because of this he had made it his job to keep up with the cooking and cleaning. 

Everyday before he headed to work he had breakfast and lunch prepared and waiting for you. Most of the time it is being made special for you, appealing to your tastes specifically as opposed to his own. 

And it wasn’t like you were just sitting around at home. 

With the time that you had now that you were staying at his place, you had begun researching as much as you could on all the policies and laws in Piltover about their treatment of those from the undercity. 

The roots of this problem seemed to stretch to so many different areas of the city, many of which you had not even been aware of. It wasn’t just hospitals that didn’t allow people from the undercity, but many schools as well wouldn’t allow anyone from there admission. When you had asked Viktor about how he had then been able to get into the academy.

He had been vague, saying that it had been the Professor that had brought him into the academy as an assistant. But that was even more of a red flag as that meant that he was the exception, that even at the academy where they boasted about being about progress, they were still baring others from gaining knowledge. They were being barred from getting higher on the social ladder. 

From how Piltover wouldn’t officiate marriages between couples from the two cities, to how they kept those from the Undercity from their own property - it was all set up in a way that kept those on the bottom from ever having a chance of going anywhere else. 

You, of course, had yet to go to any of these locations to pick up a fuss. Viktor made it very clear to you that those actions should be left to the future you who wasn’t pregnant and carrying another life inside you. And as much as you wanted to argue, you agreed. 

Besides, you quite liked the idea of being able to physically get into a fight with someone if they pissed you off and that wouldn’t be possible if you were still pregnant. 

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That day when Viktor arrived back home, you were curious as to why he had brought back paperwork. During your time staying together, you hadn’t seen him bring any work home as he would much rather spend it focusing on what the two of you needed to do. 

“Is the lab busy?” You asked softly, when your curiosity just wouldn’t leave you. Sitting on one of the kitchen counters, you watched as he carefully chopped the vegetables for the meal that he was preparing. 

You assumed that he brought work back with him because they were busy. Which honestly just left you feeling bad for resigning, a thing Viktor still hadn’t mentioned - for reasons you weren’t aware of. 

Pausing his actions, golden eyes shifted from the knife in his hands to your own with a quizzical expression. 

“Busy? Um, I wouldn’t say that. It’s been the typical amount” Turning back to his cutting, he was silent for a moment before speaking up once more. 

“Why? Did you hear something through the grapevine?” 

You smiled at his teasing tone, truly loving this domestic sort of life that the two of you had found yourself slipping into. Viktor was aware of what you wanted to do with your life, that you wanted to fight the systems that were in place that kept the two people separated while also caring for your child. Viktor having already promised that he would be funding you not as your partner but as one of the creators of Hextech, as someone from the undercity itself. 

“No, jerk” Ruffling his hair, you smirked at how it was soon a mess and because he was busy with food preparations he wouldn’t be able to fix it for some time. “The papers you brought home” 

Finally understanding what had led you to the thoughts you were having, he completely froze. 

“Viktor?” 

Startled, he jumped and dropped the knife in his hand, turning to look at you like a deer. Making a hasty retreat, you could hardly make out anything that he was mumbling to himself as he rushed to the bedroom. Though, from the small little bits you could make out, it would appear it was his in native tongue. 

Waiting a moment, your curiosity had you hopping off the counter to follow after him. Upon entering the room, you found him hastily throwing things about. Clearly looking for something. Though, if memory serves you, the file you had mentioned was in the dining room on the table. 

“You alright?” 

Once more you watched as he stiffened and halted his search, this time turning to face you. Eyebrows scrunched, a deep frown on anxiety, whatever he was worried about was clear as day on his face. 

“....please don’t be upset with me…” 

You blinked. 

And without a word you turned on your heels to head straight to the where you knew the file was. You were aware of Viktor’s off-beat steps, the rushed beat trying to catch up to you. 

It took but a moment to find the thing, your memory having been correct on its location. 

“Wait, wait please” 

The folder was in your hands, with you soon playing a game of keep away around the table as Viktor tried to follow after you to keep the contents from your eyes. 

“P-Please!” It was the voice crack that had almost stopped you, yet in the moment you have opened the file to look at the first page. 

Application for License and Certificate of Marriage

“I-I only wanted to have it available if you ever wished to…” He started, deflating as you started to read over the information. Just from how the paperwork looked, it was clear this was Zaun’s paperwork - not Piltovers. It was Zaun where the two of you would have to wed for it to be allowed. 

“Please, I don’t…I would never require you to…you weren’t ever supposed to see it here. I..” 

With your eyes leaving the form, you finally looked up to see just how this man in front of you seemed to be shrinking by the second. Shoulders drooping, his eyes on the floor in shame, the way he was speaking - it was as if he still didn’t think he was worthy of affection. 

“I’m so sorry. I ordered it rashly, without thinking. I should never ha-” 

“Yes” 

Silenced by your voice, the man simply stared for a second as he slowly processed what you had said. 

“Yes?” 

He mumbled softly, slowly piecing it all together. Yet you waited, knowing you would see when it finally clicked in his brain. 

And boy, were you glad that you did. The moment it finally fell into place, you watched as his whole demeanor changed. 

From anxious, trying to make himself smaller to looking like energy was ready to burst out of him - a radiant smile quickly taking over his face as he raced around the table to scoop you into his arms. 

Paper flew across the floor, the file being knocked out of your hands as he nearly caused the two of you to crash into the wall. 

And yet, neither of you cared.

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[cashytouille]

Arcane but it's on Snapchat

Took this idea from this and a friend-

[rrremu]

i have nothing to say except i’m coping !