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aropride

escuerzoresucitado

zangoonse

You got the

leggywormy

Has this been done yet

clubclitoris

gemathan

old childhood AU pt 1

vorpalgrayfox

I feel this'll get alot of use over the coming weeks

wild-cabins

Jake Guzman

magsbanes

can tongues in fanfiction stop fighting each other for dominance, let them come home from war

jakemorph

it’s really fucked up because the guy who did that study found out that tongues only do that in captivity and that wild tongues are actually much more sociable with each other

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Please find here the full collection of the Moments of Vi drabbles I’ve written, rearranged from posting order into in-universe chronological order, with two new drabbles added that have not been posted anywhere before.

Enjoy~! 8D

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Pathways (Part 2) - Katarina/Riven Werewolf & Vampire AU

(Part 1 is here)

Riven no longer feels the shiver of supernatural desire to obey when Katarina tries to use the glamored voice on her. She’d been able to resist it, up until the first time Katarina gave in to the desire to feed from her, until that one and only command that worked.

But she hadn’t drained Riven, like she’d half expected would happen. She’d stopped, and she’d yielded to Riven’s desires – desires that make Riven flush hot, grateful for her complexion and its ability to hide the reaction when she remembers that night.

Riven felt it, in that moment, although she didn’t realize what it was at the time.

And now Katarina’s commands are nothing. She had one word that worked, that opened some kind of magical connection between them, but she’d failed to do something right, and that opening had backfired and granted Riven immunity.

Immunity and… something else. Something strange and unwanted.

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Pathways - Katarina/Riven Werewolf & Vampire AU (NSFW)

“You’re a monster, you know.”

“No less of a monster than you are,” the shadow growls, her silhouette hungry against the washed out moonlight coming through the bars of the small window.

“Predictable,” Katarina snorts, unimpressed. She leans against the frame, the heavy metal door slung wide. An invitation. A challenge. A dare.

“Your kind kills with deliberation, with planning, with a sociopathic lack of morality.” The prisoner shifts slightly, her shackles complaining with dull metallic jangling. She doesn’t take the bait of the open door. The smart ones never do, Katarina thinks, and feels herself become moderately more interested in this new plaything.

“And your mindless destruction is better, I suppose, because you feel like you’re blameless?”

“No,” the chained beast says softly, turning away from Katarina. “Never blameless.”

Boring, Katarina thinks. A werewolf who thinks she’s some kind of suffering saint.

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