Madz 💋

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[madzstorytelling]

Hello! Welcome to Madz’s story telling 💕

21+ author 💋 Arcane Writer 💋 Lesbian

I write fluff, angst, and suggestive fics

Characters I write for:

Sevika

Ran

Mel Medarda

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[trulysapphic]

5 ~ “I told you to wear something warm!” 

mel x sevika 

Sevika discovers she and Mel have vastly different ideas of appropriate sick-day clothing.

fandom: arcane ~ sickie: mel ~ wc: 1k

prompts from @feveruary

Sevika raises an eyebrow from behind her cup of coffee when Mel sneezes for what must be at least the tenth time since they woke up this morning. She watches Mel putter around the huge kitchen, moving unusually clumsily and sniffling into a handkerchief as she goes. 

“You sure you don’t want to stay home today?” Sevika asks, not for the first time. She’s been trying to convince Mel to stay home from the council all morning. Not that she’s had any success. 

“I’m fine,” Mel says, even though she’s already losing her voice. She coughs, then resumes making her cup of tea. “It’ll pass.” 

Sevika highly doubts that, but she also knows better than to argue with Mel when she’s determined to be stubborn. 

With a sigh, Sevika downs the rest of her coffee and pushes to her feet. She comes over to Mel and drops a kiss to her forehead, then touches her palm to her skin. She’s at least relieved that Mel doesn’t seem to have a fever, or else they’d really be in for an argument. 

“Don’t work too hard, baby,” Sevika murmurs, wrapping Mel up in her arms and holding her close. “And wear something warm, alright?” 

Mel nods into her shoulder, still sniffling softly. A surge of protectiveness rises in Sevika’s chest, and she has half a mind to cancel her entire day’s plans and just keep Mel close to her all day, tucked up into a blanket. 

But Mel is free to make her own choices, and Sevika won’t stand in her way. She kisses Mel’s temple, says goodbye, and hopes for the best. 

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Sevika gets home before Mel, as usual. After changing out of her day clothes and into something more comfortable, she heads to the kitchen to get dinner started. Maybe a curry tonight, she muses, since that’s easy and quick. And Mel will probably want something warm – it’s been a gray and chilly day, the wind bitingly cold. 

Onion and garlic are sizzling away on the stove, filling the house with their enticing aroma, by the time that Sevika hears the front door open. She wipes her hands on a dish towel and hangs it over her shoulder, heading into the foyer to greet Mel. 

Sevika expects to find Mel tired, especially considering how she was this morning. 

What she does not expect, however, is to find Mel standing in the front entryway in a thin silk dress, shivering so hard that her teeth are chattering.

Sevika takes one look at her before immediately stripping off her own wool cardigan and wrapping Mel in it. She sucks her teeth disapprovingly as she snakes an arm around Mel’s shoulders and tugs her over to the couch. 

“I thought I told you to wear something warm,” Sevika chastises, gently pushing Mel to sit down on the couch and draping a blanket over her. “Doll. Are you trying to give yourself pneumonia?” 

Mel answers with a sharp sneeze, followed by a groan. She tries to say something but only manages to dissolve into a coughing fit, hunched over into the blanket. 

Sevika feels a little like tearing her hair out. Instead, she strides to the kitchen and fills a glass with water, bringing it back to Mel. 

She sits down next to Mel, who’s still coughing, and rubs her back slowly in firm circles. Her heart clenches as she waits for Mel to recover from the fit. She hates seeing Mel like this and can’t help feeling guilty she didn’t try harder to keep Mel home today. 

When the coughing subsides, Sevika holds the glass of water to her lips, encouraging her to take a few small sips. Mel drinks and clears her throat, nodding that she’s had enough. 

Sevika sets the glass aside and pulls Mel into her, tucking the blanket tighter around her. She buries her face in Mel’s locs, breathing her in for a moment, holding her close. 

She kisses the crown of Mel’s head, then pulls back to see her face. “Are you alright?” Sevika asks, voice low. She thumbs an irritated tear off Mel’s cheek, frowning. “Gods, you worried me.” 

“Sorry,” Mel croaks, rubbing her nose and sniffling. Sevika hands her a tissue, and Mel blows her nose. “I’m really not as bad as I sound.” 

Sevika sighs, kissing her hair again. Instead of arguing, she rubs Mel’s shoulder and tightens her hold on her. “Let’s get you warmed up and into bed,” she murmurs. “I’ll get a bath going. Do you have a fever?” 

Mel presses her hand to her own cheek, frowning. “I don’t think so…?” 

Sevika reaches up to check for herself, and clicks her tongue when she feels the heat radiating off the other woman. “I think you do, baby. I’ll get you some meds. You just rest, okay?” 

Mel nods, her green eyes tired and pink-rimmed. “I’m sorry,” she repeats, wincing slightly. “I didn’t mean to cause a fuss.” 

“Don’t apologize for getting sick, doll.” Sevika presses her lips to her temple, then stands. She smirks slightly. “Besides, I should have known our definitions of weather-appropriate clothing would be completely different.” 

Mel pouts slightly, coughing. She holds out her arms, which are covered in the navy silk of her dress. “It’s long-sleeved, at least!” 

Sevika raises her eyebrows. “Your shoulders are completely bare,” she notes, her voice dry. 

Mel glances down at the off-the-shoulder silhouette. “Well, I was only outside for a bit, in any case.” 

“Honestly, for someone so smart, you are so ridiculous sometimes,” Sevika snorts, shaking her head. She strides off to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Keep your ass on that couch, princess!”

For once, Mel doesn’t argue. Sevika smiles to herself, knowing she has a long evening ahead, but there’s nowhere else she’d rather be. 

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[prettyinpink69]

Hiii Pink 🤗 I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a fic about Sevika and her wife reader where reader is a lightweight with alcohol, but wanted to go all out at the last drop for her birthday. Maybe Sevika taking care of her wife throughout the night as it progresses? I was thinking just fluff if you’re okay with that. Thank yooouu 💞

Birthday girl ♥︎

Wc: 970

Warnings: alcohol consumption, other than that pure fluff!

"You look gorgeous..." Sevika wraps her arms around your waist as you touch up your makeup in the mirror. It was you're birthday and all you wanted to do was get drunk and forget about all your responsibilities for one night.

Drinking was something you didn't do very often, unlike Sevika who could easily outdrink anyone you were a lightweight. "Thank you love, I'm so excited." Your smile beams as you look at her through the mirror, her chin resting on your shoulder.

"Be careful with pacing yourself hm? We all know you can't handle your drink very well." Despite her teasing, you knew Sevika was worried you'd end up in a state, and you knew that even if you did she would take care of you. "Yes ma'am."

Sevika grumbles and kisses your shoulder at your teasing but you can feel her smirking against your skin. "Good girl."

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A mess. You were a complete and utter mess, but you were having the time of your life.

After the first two free birthday shots you'd been brought from patrons, Sevika pushed a glass of water infront of you, holding up a hand when you went to protest.

Then came the cocktails, 3 pornstar martinis that went down like it was juice. You'd drank the so quickly they hadn't really had time to fully hit you before the 4th one. "Needa slow down dollface, or you're gonna end up falling ass over tit tryna get home." Sevika was sat in the corner of the booth, gesturing the bartender for another glass of water.

"But I'm having soooo much fun! Don't be a party pooper. My birthday. My rules." You poke her cheeks and squish them together, if Sevika didn't find you so adorable, or you were anyone else, you wouldn't have hands left.

By the time the bartender had brought over the water she ordered, you had ran off with your friends to go and do karaoke. "Girl will be the death of me... this is why I'm going fucking grey." She mutters to herself, sipping her whiskey as she watched you completely embarrass yourself on stage.

She wouldn't stop you though, even if she didn't see the appeal you were having the absolute time of your life and it was your birthday, she couldn't find it in her heart to stop you.

But she would tease you about it tomorrow.

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1 am rolls around and you were slumped against Sevika in the booth, head on her shoulder and drink long forgotten about. "Alright doll, I think it's time to get you home."

You don't make it to the door before Sevika decides you can't walk straight enough and scoops you up into her arms bridal style. "Vikaaaa..." you mumble into her neck as she effortlessly carries you through the dark streets of Zaun.

She couldn't help but chuckle at how whiney and needy you sounded. "Yes babygirl?" She kisses your forehead, waiting for you to say whatever was on your drunken mind.

"Want... mmm I want... do we have nuggies at home?" You slur your words, your arms draped weakly around her neck, your breath warm breath heavy and steady on the exposed skin. "I think we've got some frozen tenders in the freezer, you want me to make you some hm?"

Your weak nod gives her the answer and she speeds up slightly, wanting to get you out of the cold. It was true you looked gorgeous -especially in that dress- but it was nowhere near appropriate for the weather.

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Sevika sat you up on the counter, bringing the bottle of water to your lips every few minutes as the tenders cooked in the oven, the smell wafting through the dimly lit kitchen. "Vika n-no more." You protest weakly as she brings the bottle of your lips.

"Not a choice babygirl, need to sober you up a bit before we get you to bed." Her tone was gentle but firm, only because she cared so much. Too drunk to resist you sip the water as she brings the bottle to your lips once more.

15 minutes later your sat on the bed, drunkenly stuffing ypur face with chicken tenders as Sevika tries to wipe off your makeup with the face wipes she found in the bathroom. "Vika these are sooo good! Taste!-"

Before she can react your shoving the last small bit of your tender past her lips and into her mouth. She sighs and eats it, mumbling about how you're a nuisance but she loves you anyway.

"They're very good. You know what else is good? Sleep." She wipes off the remaining remnants of makeup and moves the dirty plate to the bedside table to deal with tomorrow morning.

Once she'd gotten you settled and tucked in she stripped herself, changing into a pair of clean boxers and a large t-shirt. "Mmm look at you mamas... get over hereee-" you giggle and make grabby hands.

Sevika rolls her eyes and smirks as she climbs into bed next to you. "Not happening babygirl, close your eyes and get some sleep. I love you." She spoons you from behind, pressing soft kisses to your back, keeping an watchful eye on you until your breathing evened out and you'd fallen asleep with no issues.

Tonight she wouldn't sleep well, she'd sleep light, always on alert incase you woke up or were sick. Her birthday girl had a good night though, and that's all she could've asked for.

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[prettyinpink69]

Cuddling with melvika ♥︎

(All art credits go to the owners, I found them on Pinterest and they weren't tagged 😔)

Wc: 0.8k

Warnings: none, pure fluff!!

Mel

♥︎ Mel always a gentle but firm cuddle, she wants you to know that she's there and she can be a safe space without if feeling overwhelming or crushing. She loves holding your head against her, especially on her chest so you can hear her heartbeat.

♥︎ Mel definitely always plays with your hair or traces shapes on your skin, her hands are always touching you in some capacity. Running her nails un and down the curve of your hip, or lightly scratching your back.

♥︎ Mel loves having you wrapped around her, limbs tangled together, arms around her neck or waist. That was personally grounding for her, having you hold her back made her feel wanted. Needed. And she adores the little squeezes you give her before you shift or move, you never realise you do it, but she does, always.

♥︎ Mel who has always been physically affectionate, giving you hugs even before you started dating. Physical affection is something that has always felt so natrual with you, so right.

♥︎ Mel who cannot and will not let you enter or leave the house without a cuddle. You've got your shoes on and are halfway out the door and you haven't given her a hug? Too bad you're being pulled back into her arms, her Hest flush against you back and being held until she's ready to let you go. And you never fight it. Why would you?

Sevika

♥︎ Sevika has a complete opposite kind of cuddle. Despite her gruff demeanour she likes to be the held, she like to be the small spoon. Especially when your holding her from behind, you awlays trace the curves and dips of her abs, your fingertips playing with her happy trail.

♥︎ Sevika wasn't always so comfortable being the small spoon though. At the start of the relationship she felt like she had to always be the dominant one, but after a particularly rough session where Mel had topped? Being held by both of you after made her realise she was more than okay to be vulnerable with you both.

♥︎ Sevika who never asks for cuddles. She'll just make you cuddle. You're just laying down on the couch? Sevika will come and lay on top of you, or Mel or both of you. Like a personal, living and breathing weighted blanket.

♥︎ Sevika does get a little grumpy if she comes home and you and Mel are cuddling without her even if she wasn't there and physically couldn't cuddle. But you two would always separate and make space for her and lather her with affection... once she realised being grumpy worked she did it all the time.

♥︎ Sevika who alternatively will be the big spoon when needed, and she gives the best cuddles as a big spoon. Her arms made you feel so safe, they were warm and wrapped around you like a vice, but we're never constricting- unless you were trying to get up. Because why were you leaving? No that's not happening. Sevika will hold you hostage if she's not done cuddling you.

Together

♥︎ I imagine Sevika getting home after a long day, it's late so she doesn't expect either of you to be awake, which is fine becuase having her two girls sleep deprived tomorrow would be a nightmare, even if you waiting up for her was adorable.

After showering she walks into the bedroom and sure enough you're cuddled up in Mel's arms, face tucked into her cleavage, depriving yourself of sweet oxygen and Mel's arms were loose around your waist.

Careful not to wake either of her girls she climbs into bed behind you, pressing her whole body up agaisnt yours from behind, throwing one strong leg over you and Mel. She slides one arm under your head, the other wrapping around Mel's waist to pull her close, sandwiching you further between the two. Sevika easily falls asleep knowing she's holding her girls and that you're both safe in her arms.

♥︎ Alternatively, if Sevika is having a particularly bad day, you and Mel would approach her. Sevika who typically closed herself off in the bedroom, laying back against the headboard as you two entered, grumbling about how she was fine and didn't need cuddles.

Mel who would insist and scold her gently for not letting herself accept comfort as she rolled her onto her side and lay behind her. You'd lay on the other side, burying your face into her neck and peppering soft kisses to her skin, kissing every scar.

Sevika would try and remain grumpy, but you would both keep at it, sensing her eventually relax and let you smother her, secretly she loved it, even if she complained the whole time. And almost always she would end up falling asleep, especially if Mel used her nails to massage her scalp.

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[madzstorytelling]

Fo you miss lunes?

Do I miss Lunes?

I still talk to her nearly everyday so it’s not like she is gone out of my life. I do miss her being more active online, but it’s not like I haven’t talked to her since she left. Not a whole heck of a lot changed in our relationship.

I miss all of my friends when I don’t see them. To be missed is to be loved, so I guess in that case, yeah.

[diviniyae]

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[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

| Part 1 | | Part 2 | | Part 3 |

This tour is designed to provide those who need it with a complete map of the Last Drop, as well as to help me (and anyone reading my fanfiction, Everytime it Rains) clearly envision the spaces while reading. This tour is incredibly detailed, and I’ll explain both the location and what you’re looking at. Let’s just say I’ll be your personal tour guide! Enjoy!

↠FIRST PART, THE BAR

Let’s start with the entrance! The door is massive, asymmetrical in true Zaun style, made of stained glass and steel. To the right of the door is the Last Drop’s electric meter, while on the left stands the iconic, battered jukebox. In these photos, it looks especially worse for wear because they were taken after the fight between Vi and Sevika.

And we can finally turn around to take in the Last Drop in its entirety! For accuracy, I’ve included both a screenshot from “Jinx Fixes Everything” and an image from Nikolai Lebedev’s ArtStation portfolio.

There are about four fairly large round tables scattered across the central area of the room. The floor is herringbone wood, and the lighting is spread out. While I didn’t take the photos myself, the LED lights are dispersed across the ceiling. On the second floor, you can still spot a yellowish-greenish sign featuring the Last Drop’s symbol, and the “columns” are adorned with blue lights.

If you’re looking for warm lighting, the yellow neon lights and the ones behind the bar are switched on; the cooler lights are positioned along the side walls of the venue.

Before moving on to show you what’s around the main rectangle, I’d like to point out that the staircase to the left of the bar leads to the upper floor. Next to it is a small corridor that takes you to arcade machines and the pool table seen in several scenes.

"What’s on the sides of the rectangle? What do you mean?"

Yeah, I wasn’t sure how else to describe it, but while the public and chaotic section where people dance is the central rectangle, to the right and left of that area are two booths on each side. These booths have fixed tables and heavy curtains that can be closed to ensure maximum privacy.

This is where customers strike deals—we see it in Act 1 when the two Bilgewater pirates threaten Huck. Since the Last Drop came under Silco’s control, the first booth now displays pictures of him (and two other chembarons, though theirs are small and insignificant), commemorating the venue’s inauguration.

So, if you’re looking for privacy, this is the perfect spot.

But follow me—before I take you to Silco’s office, I’ll bring you to another place I’m sure none of you expected to see. Through the door to the right of the bar, there’s a small flat area, perfect for storing spare drinks, followed by a long staircase leading down. But first, we need to grab the key. Silco cared deeply about keeping this place intact, so it’s been locked up the entire time. In the meantime, take a look at the bar!

The key is nailed to one of the planks of the bar—it was necessary to stop here to retrieve it. But let’s not dawdle, down we go!

I know you’d never have guessed, but Silco was an extremely sentimental person. He decided not to touch the little room where Vander and his kids used to live. Instead, he locked it up and let it remain "sacred" in its own way. The room is very small and packed with stuff, so it’s hard to move around. You’ll have to settle for a quick glimpse. Let me jog your memory by reminding you that when Vander talks to Vi and sends Mylo and Claggor out of the room, the staircase Claggor sits on is the same one we just came down.

What do you say—shall we head back up? Taking the staircase on the left side of the bar, we arrive at the upper floor! At first glance, it’s just a mezzanine, as it aligns with the "public" rectangle of the bar below. To the left of the stairs, we have Silco’s office, which I’ll show you in detail another time. Over there, where you now see the barrels, is where, in my story, there’s a door leading to the upstairs area—currently Vander and the kids’ home. That door gets covered during event nights to prevent any troublemakers from wandering into their house. On the right, we have the DJ’s console and more tables for those who’d rather enjoy their drinks in peace than join the dance floor.

The reason I suggest you take a break and grab a drink before entering Silco's office is that there's really a lot to see. Here you’ll find my Masterlist, which includes both Part 1 and Part 2 of the tour.

[coios-s]

Well, Happy New Year

[madzstorytelling]

i feel like arcane tumblr got kind of quiet after lunescore left...

Depends on what you read. Who you read from. There’s been a lot of drama against a lot of creators recently. I have been taking a break from tumblr for my own mental health for the time being due to issues unrelated to anything here on tumblr.

I know there’s still writers who are writing and posting, @prettyinpink69 has a Christmas countdown with multiple of the arcane ladies.

@sevikaslatinawife just posted an 11k fic if you like long fics.

Checking the tags by most recent instead of top may help you find more writers.

[prettyinpink69]

Pink's christmas countdown!!

Day 8: Mistletoe? ★

Wc: 1.1k

Warnings: Fluff, slightly suggestive!

Reblogs help a bunch and would be appreciated <3

Christmas was your favourite time of year, the best holiday by far. It was so jolly and festive, bonus points if it was snowing. This year was different though, you had a roomate, Vi. She moved in near the start of last year and you'd become super close over the last 11 months, like really close. Best friends close.

"Okay Vi, it's operation decorate the apartment." You put your hands on your hips, letting out a huff after dragging all of the boxes of decorations into the living room. Without Vi's help, she thought it was more entertaining to watch you struggle... and maybe she was enjoying the view.

"I don't know, I still think it's too early-" She is forced to shut up when you clamp a hand over her mouth. Glaring at her you keep a hand over her mouth. "You made me wait until the 8th of december. If I had my way it would have been like this November 1st. Don't take my joy Vi, don't take my joy. 'Tis the season to be jolly."

You let go of her mouth when she licks your palm, laughing when you wipe it off on your shirt. "So dramatic. I'm kidding, let's do this."

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The apartment had gone from boring, to the equivalent of Santa's workshop over the past three hours. There were 3 Christmas trees, the main one in the living room/kitchen, and two smaller ones in both your bedrooms.

Tinsel and holly were hung all over the place, around the doorframes, over the mantle of the fireplace, you'd even blu tac-ed some to the edges of the counter tops in the kitchen. "Okay I know you said you love Christmas, and I'm all for decorations. But it looks like Christmas threw up everywhere."

You turn to Vi after you finish twisting and turning the big snow globe in the middle of the dining table, making sure it looked perfect. "Stop being a grinch, it's Christmas Vi. Christmas." You prop a hand on your hip, not willing to tone it down. You loved Christmas so much, it made you happy.

"Oh I'm the grinch now am I?" She chuckles, nudging the snow globe on purpose so it's just out of place. You can't help it, your natrual reaction is to stomp your foot and put the snow globe back into place. "Be helpful and grab the mistletoe. Where should we put it?"

Vi chuckles even more at how demanding and serious you are about it. But it's cute. "Yeah yeah, where do you want it princess?" Vi grabs the mistletoe from the decorations box, and she can't help but think... what would happen if she kissed you? Would you push her off? Would it be awkward?

You take a breath, mentally having similar thoughts, you wanted to kiss Vi, you wanted her to kiss you. "How about the doorway of the hall and kitchen?" You walk over to the doorway, looking up. Vi follows with the tape and holds the string up, not taping it yet so you can approve. "Look good?"

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip, Vi looked so good right now. The hem of her pj shirt -the matching pj's you brought- had ridden up, exposing the bottom of her abs and the top of her happy trail. Her bicep and forearm muscles flexed from being held above her head. "Just so you know, this doesn’t mean I'm kissing you."

Why did you just say that? Obvious much. Vi just chuckles, finishing taping it before bringing her arms back down, hiding her abs and smirking at you. "Wow. Would it really be that bad huh?" No. No of course it wouldn't, in fact, it would be amazing, that was the problem.

"No but it would be weird... we're friends right?" You pull some skin off you lip with your teeth, a nervous habit of yours. Vi noticed, she always did. Every single habit you had she knew, because she watched you far too often, you were so pretty she couldn't drag her eyes away.

"We are but... it's just a kiss right?" She leans against the door frame, the whole romance book leaning against the door type of thing and you almost, almost, whimper. "Y-yeah I guess so..." you inhale sharply when she reaches out, her hand enveloping your elbow and pulling you close. Right under the mistletoe.

"Tell me to stop..." she whispers, her hand trailing up your arm, your skin burning underneath her touch. She reaches your neck, cupping it and tilting it back, forcing you to look at her. "I don't... I don't want you to stop..."

The closeness, the heat of her body, the way she touched you, demanding your attention was too much, forcing the truth to spill from your lips. "There's my good girl..." Vi leans closer, letting her lips just ghost over yours, your breath mingling with hers.

She feels your body shiver with anticipation, making her smirk. You were ready to break, crash your lips to hers and take what you wanted, but you couldn't. Your hands had moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers tickling the skin of her hips as you play with the fabric. "Please Vi... don't make me wait..."

That small plead, the way your voice shook with pure need and longing, she couldn't take it. She wanted- no needed you just as badly. "Fuck it-" She whispered agaisnt your lips before crashing her lips to yours, backing you up against the doorframe.

This was no sweet kiss, it was all teeth, tongue, saliva. It was messy, teeth clashing agaisnt teeth, Vi's tongue absolutely dominating your mouth, claiming what was hers.

Her hands were in your hair, tugging at the strands at your scalp, making your moan into the kiss. Vi let's out a low groan, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back, panting, hands tightening in your hair. "You can't... don't do that."

You giggle, running your hands up and down her sides under her shirt, the skin warm on your palms. "Is it gonna be like this each time?" You look up at her, a smirk pulling at her stupidly sexy lips, now a little swollen and wet. "It better be, I made all that effort taping it up, I at least deserve a kiss under the mistletoe each time hm?"

You shake your head, giggling more as you squeeze her sides. "You act like it was manual labour, but it's okay Vi. If you want to kiss me more, you can just tell me." She tugs your hair, earning a whimper from you. Bringing her head down, her breath is hot on your ear as she speaks. "Keep the attitude up and I'll give you more than just a kiss."

Vi meant it as a threat, but you just smirk, knowing you were about to take being a brat to whole new level...

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I need you to send Lunes pats for me She needs love

Has been passed along to her 💕 thank you

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a fandom doesn’t die because the source material ended btw. it only dies if fans stop talking about it. so it will always stay alive even if just one person still talks and is passionate about it.

support artists. comment nice things on their fics, leave kudos on their fics, like and reblog their art, engage with posts about your blorbo if you don’t want your fandom to die.

bbc merlin, house md, nbc hannibal have all ended for more than a decade and their fandoms are still as alive and active as ever. they literally trend here every other month. we can be like them <3

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Ok I’m tired of the sevika smut on my feed I DON’T EVEN READ IT 👀💔

NO SAME

I hardly see any fluff nowadays it makes me sad

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Send writers more fluff prompts especially with ALL different kinds of holidays coming up!!