#rockstar sevika

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 8 : My Muse

summary : sevika posts her first picture of you and it’s definitely not what you expected.

mentions : funny usernames, modern au, fame au, lesbians being lesbian, sevika attempting to be romantic, kissing and groping

notes : lowkey a filler

chapters : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

The next morning, everyone was bustling around the hotel, gathering their belongings and making final checks before heading to the airport. The next stop on your journey was New York City—a place that held so many memories for you, as it was where you were born. You knew what to expect: frigid air, heavy snow, and the kind of chaos only New York could provide.

Once you arrived at the airport, your group made its way through check-in and security with little trouble. You made sure to book first-class seats for everyone, refusing to settle for anything less than comfort on a long flight. Naturally, you ensured you were seated beside Sevika, while Caitlyn, Vi, and Jinx took seats nearby.

As the plane took off, you settled into your seat, opening your laptop to get some work done. You planned to edit photos from your trip so far and the videos Caitlyn had filmed, documenting your adventures. But it quickly became apparent that focus wouldn’t be on the agenda today.

Sevika, seated beside you, had other plans. Every so often, her hand would rest on your thigh, her fingers lightly tracing patterns that sent shivers up your spine. Then, without warning, she’d lean over to press a kiss to your cheek or your neck, her lips lingering just long enough to make your heart race.

You closed your laptop with a soft sigh, placing it on your lap before turning to her. “I can’t focus with you kissing me like that,” you said, your voice laced with mock annoyance but softened by the smile tugging at your lips.

“I know,” Sevika replied, a smirk playing on her face as her hand slid to take the laptop off your lap and tuck it into your bag. “But you’re so hot when you’re focused.”

“You flatter me,” you teased, leaning closer. Before you could say anything else, she cupped your face and pulled you into a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and firm against yours, and you felt yourself melting into the moment. She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as her free hand slid under your shirt, groping your breast with a possessive grip that sent your pulse racing.

You broke the kiss abruptly, glancing around to remind yourself that you weren’t alone. “Sevika,” you whispered sharply, your tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. “We’re on a public plane. You know that, right?”

Sevika chuckled, her hand still resting on your waist as her smirk grew more mischievous. “I’ll fuck you anywhere. I don’t care who’s watching.”

Your eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to your face at her brazen words. “Yeah, well, I do,” you shot back, though your voice lacked the sternness you intended. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, shaking your head at her boldness.

“Relax,” she said, her tone softer now as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just teasing. But you can’t blame me for wanting to touch you. You’re irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t hide the grin spreading across your face. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips.

As the flight continued, Sevika kept her hands to herself—mostly. Occasionally, she’d brush her fingers against yours or steal a quick kiss, but she behaved well enough to let you get some work done.

The group arrived at the hotel in the early afternoon, each of you excited to settle in before the evening's events. The room arrangements were already decided: you and Sevika shared a suite, Caitlyn and Vi were paired together, and Jinx had her own room. Luckily, she wouldn’t be fifth-wheeling for long, as her boyfriend Ekko was attending school in New York, studying engineering. She had already texted him about meeting up later, her excitement buzzing through the group chat.

When you and Sevika arrived at your suite, she wasted no time. The moment the door shut behind you, her hands were on your waist, pulling you close as her lips latched onto your neck. “Sevika, we just got here,” you laughed breathlessly, but she ignored you, her kisses trailing lower, her teeth grazing your skin as she left a trail of hickeys.

Before you even registered what was happening, Sevika had you undressed, your shirt tossed onto the floor, and your pants swiftly following. Her mouth found every inch of exposed skin, marking you. “Jesus… are you in heat?” you whined, feeling overwhelmed but unable to stop the grin spreading across your face.

“For you? Always,” she said, her voice low and husky as she hovered above you, pinning you to the bed. Her lips found yours, peppering you with soft kisses, one after the other, leaving you dizzy.

You groaned and gently pushed her back, giving her a playful glare. “We went at it all night before we left. I’m exhausted and sticky, Sevika. And don’t forget, you have a concert to practice for tonight.”

Sevika smirked but didn’t argue. “True,” she said, brushing her fingers through your hair. “But I don’t need to practice. You’re my muse.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way her words made your heart flutter. “Shut up,” you muttered, sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed. You stretched, feeling the soreness in your muscles—a testament to Sevika’s stamina—and turned to look at her.

“I’m gonna shower,” you announced, standing up and making your way toward the bathroom. “And no,” you added over your shoulder, already predicting her next move. “You cannot join.”

Sevika raised a brow, her smirk widening as she leaned back against the pillows. “Tease,” she muttered, watching you walk away.

You disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Under the warm spray of the shower, you took a moment to gather yourself, the events of the past day—and the past night—still fresh in your mind. Sevika had a way of overwhelming you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you immediately noticed Sevika sitting on the plush couch in the hotel room, her legs spread casually as she strummed her guitar. It wasn’t plugged in, so the sound was soft, almost like a whisper, but it was still captivating. Her brows furrowed slightly as she worked through a melody, completely focused.

You leaned against the doorway, an oversized sweater draping over you, your damp hair pushed back away from your face. The sight of Sevika like this—relaxed and in her element—brought a soft smile to your lips. She looked up when she noticed you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice light with curiosity.

“Working,” she replied, continuing to strum as her eyes flicked back down to her guitar. “All of our songs are self-produced, and I help with it.”

You raised a brow, stepping further into the room. “Hm. I thought Vi and Cait were the only ones who produced the songs.”

“Nope,” she replied simply, a hint of pride in her voice.

You walked over and perched on the arm of the couch, watching her hands move effortlessly across the strings. “Don’t you need to practice for tonight?” you asked.

She smirked, glancing up at you briefly before returning her attention to her guitar. “We’ve been performing the same songs for the past few months. I promise. I’ve got it locked down, baby,” she reassured, her voice dripping with confidence.

You hummed, your eyes lingering on her fingers as they danced over the strings. “Can you teach me?” you asked, your tone playful but genuine, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Sevika looked up at you, her brow quirking in surprise before her lips curved into a grin. “I can teach you a bit,” she said, setting her guitar down momentarily to beckon you over.

You wasted no time, sliding onto her lap as she positioned the guitar in front of you both. Her arms wrapped around you, her calloused hands guiding yours to the right positions on the strings. The warmth of her body against yours made it hard to concentrate, but her calm and steady voice kept you grounded.

“Alright, start here,” she said, placing your fingers gently on the fretboard. “Press down—no, not too hard—and then strum.”

You did as she instructed, laughing softly when the note came out a little buzzy. “Not bad,” she said, her voice low near your ear. “Try again. Relax your fingers a little.”

With her hands guiding yours, she showed you how to play a simple pattern, her patience surprising you. The buzz of the strings turned into clear, sweet notes, and you grinned in triumph.

“There you go,” Sevika praised, her voice carrying a rare softness. She leaned in a little closer, her lips brushing your temple. “You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I should join the band,” you teased, glancing back at her with a playful smirk.

Sevika chuckled, her deep voice rumbling against your back. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart. Stick to being my muse.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. For a moment, the world felt distant, and all that mattered was the two of you in that room, wrapped up in each other and the quiet strum of a guitar.

Sevika’s phone buzzed, interrupting the intimate moment. The screen lit up with the name “Pinky Pie” and a funny .5-angle photo of Vi that had you snorting. Sevika rolled her eyes dramatically before answering.

“What?” she asked flatly, though her smirk betrayed her amusement.

“Meet in Jinx’s room,” Vi said through the phone, her voice buzzing with energy. “I wanna do a new song tonight—surprise the fans.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be on the way, Assface,” Sevika replied, leaning back on the couch.

“See you then, Shithead,” Vi clapped back before hanging up.

As Sevika locked her phone, your eyes caught her lock screen. It was a picture of you—*that* picture. The one from Bora Bora, where you were lounging in a white bikini with a pink flower tucked behind your ear, holding a coconut with the shimmering ocean waves in the background. It was unmistakably from your Instagram, and you knew it well because it was your most-liked post.

Your jaw dropped in playful disbelief. “And you said this wasn’t a relationship…” you teased, snatching her phone from her grasp to get a closer look.

Sevika groaned, but a small smirk tugged at her lips as she quickly took the phone back. “Gotta show them what’s mine,” she said casually, her tone laced with confidence.

You couldn’t help the warmth spreading across your face as you leaned back on her shoulder, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I am yours. All yours,” you murmured.

Sevika glanced down at you, her smirk softening into something more tender. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I love you,” she said quietly, her voice steady and full of conviction.

Your heart stuttered—did it stop for a moment? You weren’t sure. The unexpected confession left you breathless, but your smile widened until it almost hurt. “I love you too, Sevi baby,” you replied with a playful lilt, trying to lighten the overwhelming emotion you felt.

Sevika raised an eyebrow at the nickname, a rare laugh slipping from her lips. “You just ruined the moment,” she teased, gently pushing you off her lap with a smirk.

“Oh, come on!” you protested, grinning as she stood up and began gathering her guitar and other gear she needed for the meeting.

She slung her guitar over her back and glanced at you, her eyes still holding a trace of softness. “I’ll see you at the concert,” she said, her voice low and warm.

“Yeah… I’ll see you then. Tell your stylist to dress you warmly please,” you replied, standing to walk her to the door.

Before she left, she leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, her lips brushing your skin in a way that left your heart racing all over again.

And then she was gone, leaving the room quieter but somehow fuller than before.

While getting ready for the concert, you started with your usual routine—skincare first, then brushing and flossing your teeth. You swirled mouthwash in your mouth as you reached for your phone, noticing it vibrating repeatedly on the counter. Curious, you unlocked it, only to freeze at what was on your screen.

Your eyes widened, and in shock, you choked on the mouthwash, accidentally swallowing it as your breath hitched. Sevika had posted on her social media.

There it was—a photo Sevika had posted on her Instagram. It was an off-guard picture of you laying on the bed, a book in hand, still in nothing but your underwear from the night before. The soft lighting from the bedside lamp illuminated your features, making the scene feel intimate and peaceful.

What made it even worse—or better?—was the caption:

"My muse 🎶🖤"

And she had tagged you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled, staring at the screen with a mix of horror and disbelief. You quickly scrolled to the comments, which were already blowing up.

Fans were flooding the post:

shatteredsoulsstan “OKAY SEVIKA WE SEE YOU 😍🔥.”

sevikasthirdleg “Wait, are they official now?!?!”

(y/n)updates “This is so hot I can’t breathe.”

caitlynscooch “Y’all need to chill, I can’t handle this power couple energy.”

Your notifications were exploding with likes and tags, and people were already screenshotting the post and sharing it.

You frantically wiped your mouth and called Sevika. She picked up on the second ring, her tone calm and amused. “Hey, baby.”

“Sevika, what is wrong with you?!” you shrieked. “You posted that picture and tagged me?!”

She chuckled, clearly unbothered. “Yeah. What about it?”

“What about it?!” you sputtered. “It’s… it’s—”

“Beautiful,” she interrupted, her voice low and steady. “You’re stunning in it. I wanted everyone to see what I see every day.”

Your frustration faltered as warmth crept up your neck. “That’s… that’s not the point!” you stammered, even though your heart was racing.

“Relax,” she teased. “It’s nothing everyone hasn’t seen before. You’re a model, babe. I just gave them a little reminder that you’re mine.”

You sighed, trying to stay mad, but her confidence—and her words—were impossible to resist. “You’re impossible,” you muttered.

“And you’re irresistible,” she shot back smoothly. “Now, hurry up and finish getting ready. I wanna see you when I get out on that stage.”

She hung up before you could respond, leaving you staring at your phone in exasperation. You muttered under your breath, “This woman is going to be the death of me.”

But as you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, a small, shy smile crept onto your lips. Maybe Sevika’s boldness wasn’t so bad after all. You’d just have to brace yourself for the chaos waiting—and the fans who now definitely knew you were hers.

taglist : @moodient @whatlefoop @nonexistentsourcherry @graciebloom @swordfemm4 @m00npjm @sevikasleftarm @fayecreates @artfairyyyyy @mulan-but-gay @inlovewithsevikaandambessa @sapphiellar @fudosl @athena-winters13

[dykesevika]

HEAR ME OUT….

rockstar sevika

hehehhhehehheh

Men DNI

[blueberri-chee]

「 ✦Siren✦ 」 (pt.1)

summery: the girl and how she met her (not-so) gf

The party was a cacophony of lights, music, and bodies moving in chaotic harmony. It was held in one of those sprawling venues that catered to both the glamorous and the reckless, a place where you could just as easily spot a movie star sipping champagne as a college student doing shots in the corner. I had already resigned myself to spending the evening on the fringes, far from the pulsating center of the room where the more daring revelers danced. This was not my scene—had never been my scene—but my best friend, ever the hurricane of energy and persuasion, had dragged me into it.

“You’re going to look so good,” she’d insisted earlier that evening, her voice practically vibrating with excitement as she rummaged through a pile of clothes she’d brought over. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

My protests had fallen on deaf ears as she transformed me into her vision of an “office siren.” Now, as I caught sight of myself in one of the many gilded mirrors lining the walls, I barely recognized the woman staring back. My dark brown skin glowed under the dim lights of the venue, the professional sheen of my usual attire swapped for something decidedly outside my comfort zone. My hair, usually left to its own devices in soft curls, had been tamed into a sleek ponytail, with a few loose strands framing my face in what I had to admit was an artful arrangement. A borrowed white button-down shirt clung to me in all the right places, its top two buttons undone to reveal just enough skin to make me uncomfortable. The shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt so tight I felt like I was auditioning for a role in a 1950s noir film. Stockings encased my legs, leading down to a pair of high heels that I had already silently cursed multiple times for their unforgiving height.

Then there were my glasses, my one piece of normalcy, perched securely on my nose. For first time ever my best friend had gladly let me wear them. Those square frame glasses adding into the whole look made me let out a sigh. After a intense back and forth, she had whined and begged enough for me to give in and let her do my make-up. Now, one would be over the moon to get their face full done by a star as herself but given her history of trying 'various' trends on me.. i'd rather not let her touch my face, but i guess this is what they call being emotionally manipulated. After everything was done with a proud grin she called it sexy librarian chic. I called it an accident waiting to happen.

The venue itself was a spectacle, dripping in Halloween-themed decadence. Orange and purple lights bathed the room in an otherworldly glow, while fake cobwebs and dangling bats adorned every conceivable surface. The air was heavy with the mingling scents of alcohol, smoke, and the faint sweetness of candy apples. Somewhere in the distance, a DJ was spinning tracks that alternated between upbeat and hauntingly atmospheric, the bass reverberating through the floorboards.

I adjusted the jacket I had slung over my arm, scanning the sea of costumes and masks. My best friend had disappeared into the throng moments after we arrived, her laughter echoing above the din as she was swept away by her boyfriend and his bandmates. Typical. I sighed, taking a small sip from the drink I’d picked up earlier, more to have something to do with my hands than out of any real desire to drink.

Across the room, leaning casually against a bar draped in fake cobwebs, she stood out like a shadow against neon lights. The drummer. I recognized her from the few times I’d seen her with the band—a tall, lean figure with an air of quiet authority that didn’t need words to make itself known. Her shoulder-length hair framed a face dotted with freckles, and her narrow eyes tracked my movements with unnerving focus. She wore a simple costume, devil horns perched askew on her head, and a bright red umbrella by her side, but even in that playful touch, she exuded an edge that set her apart.

She didn’t approach me. She didn’t need to. Her presence was enough, a silent challenge that sent an unspoken message: I see you.

I pretended not to notice, though my cheeks burned under her gaze. She’s probably staring because I look ridiculous, I told myself, clutching my glass tighter as I moved further into the room, trying to find a quiet corner to hide in.

Before I could find refuge, the music shifted. The DJ’s voice crackled over the speakers, announcing something that sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. “Surprise rain dance in the courtyard! Let’s make this Halloween unforgettable!”

A hidden wall rolled back to reveal an open-air courtyard, where a sudden downpour drenched the space in moments. The rain wasn’t natural; it was part of the party’s gimmick, a carefully orchestrated spectacle complete with strobe lights and fog machines. A cheer erupted from the crowd as people began spilling outside, eager to dance beneath the rain.

I tried to back away, but the press of bodies around me made it impossible. Before I knew it, I was being swept forward, carried by the momentum of the crowd until I was standing at the edge of the courtyard. The first drops of water hit me like tiny shocks, cool against my skin. And then, without warning, the heavens opened up, and I was caught in the full force of the rain.

The white shirt that had seemed so daring in the mirror now clung to me like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. My sleek ponytail was reduced to a damp tangle, and rivulets of water streamed down my glasses, obscuring my vision. I could feel the cold seeping into my bones, but there was something strangely freeing about it, too—as if the rain had washed away the last vestiges of my carefully constructed facade.

A burst of laughter brought me back to reality. Turning, I found myself face to face with her. The drummer was standing just a few feet away, still dry beneath the large red umbrella. Her smirk was infuriatingly smug, her narrow eyes flicking over me with something that felt far too deliberate.

“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice carrying effortlessly over the sound of the rain. “Guess the office siren look wasn’t enough for you. Had to add the ‘soaked to perfection’ vibe, huh?”

I glared at her, crossing my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity I had left. “Not a word,” I snapped, though the effect was ruined by the way I was shivering.

Her grin widened, and she stepped forward, the rain finally hitting her as she extended the umbrella over both of us. “You’re freezing,” she observed, her tone softening slightly. “Come on. Let’s get you out of this mess.”

Before I could protest, she shrugged off her leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The scent of leather and faint citrus enveloped me, mingling with the warmth of the jacket itself.

“Hotel’s just around the corner,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You can dry off there. Unless you’d rather freeze in front of a crowd.”

Her smirk returned, and this time, it felt less like teasing and more like a challenge. My heart thudded in my chest, and for a moment, I considered refusing out of sheer stubbornness. But as another shiver wracked my body, I sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” I muttered, pulling the jacket tighter around me. “Lead the way, wannabe Crowley.”

Her laughter was soft but genuine as she turned, gesturing for me to follow. As we stepped out of the courtyard and into the quiet of the night, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of her gaze on me, steady and unyielding. Whatever this was, I knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

A/N: the next parts will be up soon!!

[sevikasupremacy]

Hi everyone! This masterlist consists of all the request I’ve done during the Arcane Season 1 era. I’ll be making a separate masterlist when we get into the Season 2 era. You can check them out 🫶

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Sevika Letting You Win

▸ Sevika as Your Close Friend

▸ Sevika with a Tall Blind S/O

▸ You Wearing a Bunny Outfit | NSFW

▸ Worshipping Sevika with Nipple Piercings | NSFW

▸ Sexual Aftercare | NSFW

▸ Jealous Sevika | NSFW

▸ Sevika x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

▸ SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

One Shots:

▸ Make You Mine | Sevika x Reader

▸ Pretty Face | Sevika x MartialArtist!Reader

▸ Can Only Dream | Modern AU

▸ Always Waiting For You | Sevika x Fem!Reader

▸ Rivalry to Romance | Sevika x Fem!Reader

𝐕𝐈 ⁠♡

One Shots:

▸ First Appointment | Vi x Sensitive!Reader

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Grayson x Short!reader Who Has a Size Kink | NSFW

▸ Jealous Grayson | NSFW

▸ Keeping the Mask On During Sex | NSFW

▸ Grayson x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

One Shots:

▸ All For You | Grayson x Reader | Angst

▸ More | Grayson x Reader | NSFW

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Ambessa Deflowering You | NSFW

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Date with Renata

▸ Renata as a Soft Dom | NSFW

▸ Spanking their S/O | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Taking Care of You When You’re Sick | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Cuddling With You | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Reacting To Your Maid Dress | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Comforting Them When They Cry | Arcane Women

▸ Having a Plus Sized S/O | Arcane Women | NSFW

And of course, requests are still open!

[elliezlils11utt]

—// UPDATED FULL MASTERLIST !!

‧₊˚ ☆ ୭ ✧˖°

// key:

pure smut: 🎸. fluffy smut: 🍊.

fluff: 🧸. angst: ❤️‍🩹. comfort: ♥️

request: 📝. suggestive: 🌾.

~~~

-THE LAST OF US! :

-/ABBY ANDERSON:

DBF!abby #1: 🌾

DBF!abby #2: 🎸

texts with DBF !abby: 🌾

abby trapping you with her thighs as u eat her out: 🎸

abby making u taste yourself after she eats u out: 🎸

CEO!abby buying u a dress a size too small to look at ur curves: 🌾🧸

girlfriend!abby fucking u with an electric toothbrush: 🍊🧸🧸

abby finds u wondering around the wlf base and fucks u:🎸

domestic farmer abby<33: 🧸🧸🧸<33

abby who loves the smell of sex: 🎸

bondage with abby: 🎸

-/ELLIE WILLIAMS:

texts with loser!ellie: 🌾🧸🧸

Ellie with hypersexual!reader: 🌾🧸🍊❤️‍🩹

gamer!ellie making u ride her controller: 🎸

Ellie finger fucking u with long natural nails: 🎸

Ellie with a bush/bodyhair: 🎸

Ellie being super giggly in bed: 🍊🧸

Ellie with reader who has attachment issues: ♥️🧸📝

Loser! Ellie accidentally calling u mommy in bed: 🍊📝

Ellie finding fresh sh on ur thigh during sex:(( :♥️🧸

I wanna be your girlfriend-girl in red: (old) ❤️‍🩹📝

bad idea! -girl in red: (old) ❤️‍🩹

Ellie comforting u when your sick: 🧸🧸

Ellie on your birthday: 🧸🧸

Ellie finger fucking u with rings on: 🎸

sweetheart pt 1(OLD): ❤️‍🩹

sweetheart pt 2(OLD): ❤️‍🩹

rockstar!ellie headcannons: (OLD OLD 🌾🧸?

bartender!ellie headcannons(OLD): 🌾🧸?

Ellie with reader who has autism: ♥️🧸🧸📝

rough sweet sex with els: 🍊🎸📝

overstimming reluctant sub!ellie: 🎸📝

you cant heal a bullet wound with a band aid: ❤️‍🩹♥️🧸

loser!ellie who sneezes before she cums: 🍊🧸

ellie with reader who has adhd: 📝🧸♥️

loser!ellie. “thats what she said”: 🧸🍊

being loser!ellies muse: 🧸🧸

mean!ellie making u stand to cum: 🎸

ellie making u play with urself: 🎸

knife play:🎸

virgin loser!ellie: 🎸

ellie and reader long distance: 🧸♥️

-ARCANE !!

-/VI:

Boxer!vi x newbie boxer!reader: 🎸

domfemm!reader finger fucking sub!vi with nails on: 🎸

texts with dealer!vi:🌾🧸

-/JINX:

jinx overstimming the fuck outa you so she can eat ur cum over and over: 🎸

jinx teaches you how to build a bomb!: 🧸🧸🧸

loser!jinx: 🍊

-/SEVIKA:

riding sevs nose: 🎸

Pool/hot tub sex with sev: 🎸📝

[mwahbabe]

slay but all i’m doing is imagining rockstar jinx/vi/chloe/abby/sevika x groupie!reader being pulled on stage like this aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[tiyawnyana]

Favorites - Recommendations

Sevika

A breath of relief (f x f)

Metal and Flesh (f x gn!reader)

Best Friends Older Sister & pt2. (R18+) (f x f)

Plug Sevika HC (R18+) (f x f)

Brat (R18+) (f x f)

Older!Sevika x younger!reader (R18+) (f x f)

Submissive Sevika (R18+) (f x f)

Secrets (dad's best friend) (R18+) (f x f)

Melatonin part1 & part2 (R18+) (f x f)

Feed Me! Masterlist (pregnant r!) (R18+)(f x f)

Rhaeheartzsquirrels Sevika Masterlist

Caitvi - Violyn

Teen au! (f x f) & Artwork & More

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Vi

Come a little closer (hockeyjock!vi)(R18+) (fxf)

Once bitten, twice shy (rockstar!vi) (R18+)(fxf)

Caitlyn Kiramman

Will be adding steadily. Mostly for my own tracking, but also to show support for other brilliant writers and artists!

[misaerabl]

Vi Fics (Arcane)

masterlist

Oneshots

01. rock my world ⑅ nsfw, rockstar vi 02. idle hands are the devil's workshop ⑅ nsfw, mechanic vi x housewife r 03. out of line (ft. sevika) ⑅ nsfw

Series

01. icarus (ft. caitlyn) ⑅ masterlist

Requests

𖤓 coming soon... ⑅

[owuwi]

BOT MASTERLIST.ᐟ

gn means gender neutral!

all of them are tagged as 'wlw' but most of them can be used as gender neutral.

ARCANE

AMBESSA MEDARDA

⤷ They're finally back (ambessaxmaddie x gn!user)

JINX

⤷ ModernAu!Jinx takes you to prom (au!jinx x fem!user)

LEST

⤷. Doing each others shot (tfem!lest x tmasc!user)

MADDIE NOLEN

⤷ Patching her up (maddie nolen x gn!user)

⤷ Avoiding sleep (maddie nolen x gn!user)

⤷ Why? (maddie nolen x gn!user)

⤷ They're finally back (ambessaxmaddie x gn!user)

POWDER

⤷ Enjoying the view (au!powder x ogtimeline!user)

SEVIKA

⤷ How could she? (sevika x gn!user)

⤷ Helping her ( sevika gn!user)

⤷ Taking care of you (sevika x tmasc!user)

GREY'S ANATOMY

LEXIE GREY

⤷ He didn't choose her (lexie grey x fem!user)

⤷ You got admitted (lexie grey x sick!user)

⤷ Teach her (lexie grey x gn!user)

⤷ The appy aftermaths (lexie grey gn!user)

INSIDE OUT 2

RILEY ANDERSEN

⤷ She wasn't expecting you (riley andersen & fem!user)

⤷ Buying clothes for prom (aged-up!riley x gn!user)

MEAN GIRLS

REGINA GEORGE

⤷ She's here (regina george x impliedfem!user)

⤷ Your girlfriend (regina george x fem!user)

MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME

FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN

EMMA BLOOM (MOVIE)

⤷ She hates goodbyes (emma bloom x portman!user)

OLIVE ABROHOLOS (MOVIE)

⤷ Separating from the group (olive abroholos x gn!user)

⤷ Early mornings (olive abroholos x gn!user)

⤷ She's taking care of you (olive abroholos x injured!user)

⤷ Her restless wolf (olive abroholos x werewolf!user)

⤷ Does she not realize? (olive abroholos x gn!user)

⤷ You're sick (olive abroholos x gn!user)

SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS

THE SPIDER-VERSE

GWEN STACY

⤷ She's desperate (gwen stacy x gn!user)

⤷ Writing a song about her (gwen stacy x singer!user)

⤷ She's jealous? (gwen stacy x fem!user)

⤷ Don't leave (gwen stacy x gn!user)

STAR WARS

SHIN HATI

⤷ Training (shin hati x gn!user)

⤷ "I wish you were a boy" (shin hati x fem!user)

X-MEN

JEAN GREY (MOVIE)

⤷ Nightmares (jean grey x gn!user)

YELLOWJACKETS

CHARLOTTE MATTHEWS (ADULT LOTTIE)

⤷ She caught you sneaking in (stepmother!charlotte x fem!user)

⤷ She's busy (charlotte matthews x gn!user)

⤷ Your biggest supporter (charlotte matthews x rockstar!user)

⤷ You're too focused (charlotte matthews x gamer!user)

⤷ You're a vampire (charlotte matthews x vampire!user)

Visiting your wife at work (teacher!charlotte matthews x gn!user)

⤷ You're overstimulated (charlotte matthews x autistic!user)

⤷ Worrying about her gardener (rich!charlotte x gardener!user)

You're one clingy werewolf (charlotte matthews x werewolf!user)

Having a crush on the waitress (waitress!charlotte matthews x loser!user)

⤷ She's jealous (cowboy!charlotte x impliedfem!user)

⤷ Princess treatment (charlotte matthews x fem!user)

⤷ She needs your help (charlotte matthews x gn!user)

⤷ She's mad (charlotte matthews x skater!user)

⤷ After work (charlotte matthews x gn!user)

⤷ She's worried about you (stepmom!charlotte x hurt!user)

⤷ You're feeling little (cg!charlotte & little!user)

⤷ Movies and solutions (cg!lottieshauna & tmasclittle!user)

⤷ Staying low (outlaw!charlotte x outlaw!user)

JACKIE TAYLOR

⤷ Forbidden (jackie taylor x gn!user)

⤷ Seduction (jackie taylor x sadecki!user)

⤷ Why are you ignoring her? (needy!jackie taylor x gn!user)

⤷ Choosing her chapstick (jackie taylor x gn!user)

⤷ Absolute torture for her (jackie taylor x freshlypierced!user)

⤷ Sharing you (jackieshauna x impliedfem!user)

⤷ They missed you (jackieshauna x gn!user)

LOTTIE MATTHEWS (TEEN)

⤷ Personal heater (lottie matthews x gn!user)

⤷ Is she really over you? (lottie matthews x ex!reader)

⤷ She got a deer?! (not-so-teen!lottie matthews x gn!user)

⤷ Shopping with mute!user (lottie matthews x mute-gn!user)

NATALIE SCATORCCIO (TEEN)

⤷ She got in a fight (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ Antler queen issues (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ She's sorry (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ Hurting you (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ An unusual move from her (touchy!nat x gn!user)

⤷ She changed (postwilderness!nat x gn!user)

⤷ Stargazing and confessions... (fwb!nat x gn!user)

⤷ Flowers (natalie scatorccio x impliedfem!user)

⤷ What is she doing? (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ You got a cat (natalie scatorcxio x gn!user)

⤷ You bought her a gift (natalie scatorccio x gn!user)

⤷ She's your stalker (stalker!nat x actress!user)

SHAUNA SHIPMAN (ADULT)

⤷ You're injured (shauna shipman x stuntdouble!user)

⤷ The promise (shauna shipman x gn!user)

⤷ The butcher and her wolf (butcher!shauna x werewolf!user)

⤷ Movies and solutions (cg!lottieshauna & transmasclittle!user)

SHAUNA SHIPMAN (TEEN)

⤷ Distraction (shauna shipman x cheerleader!user)

⤷ Would she? (wilderness!shauna x sick!user)

⤷ She... bit you? (shauna shipman x gn!user)

⤷ Her clothes (shauma shipman x fem!user)

⤷ She's exhausted (mother!shauna x ex!user)

⤷ Werewolf!shauna (werewolf!shauna x gn!user)

⤷ Sharing you (jackieshauna x impliedfem!user)

⤷ They missed you (jackieshauna x gn!user)

TAISSA TURNER (ADULT)

⤷ One step at a time (taivan x depressed tmasc!user)

VAN PALMER (ADULT)

⤷ Her younger girlfriend (van palmer x fem!user)

⤷ One step at a time (taivan x depressed tmasc!user)

[sultrydolli]

Fic ideas:I need me some biker!ellie, rockstar!ellie, drug dealer!ellie x cheerleader!reader, flowershop!reader, artist!ellie,soccercaptain!ellie, basketball captain!abby, gym trainer!abby, hockey player!abby, recordshop!ellie, stripper!reader, hyperfem!reader, mean!ellie, pornstar!reader, gangster!sevika, knows her worth!reader, Girly!reader x mean overprotective!ellie, biker!vi,pit fighter!vi, bodyguard!ellie x stripper!readier/bottlegirl!reader, bbf!ellie, loser!ellie , gambler!sevikaxbottlegirl!reader, baker!readerxmeanshopowner!ellie, farmhandler!elliex farmersdaughter!reader, tattoo artist!chloe, smoke shop owner!chloe, biker!chloe

Gawddd these would eat so bad 😫(if any of yall writers wanna write them by all means please do🧎🏽‍♀️) if yall do write any of these tag me in the comments so i can read them and reblog🥧

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

i'm feeling fantastic (fucking fantastic)

by superqueerluthor

"So," Vi says suggestively, flexing her arms in the ripped sleeves of her denim top. She's been down this road an unhealthy amount of times, and with the tall drink of water before her, she isn't hitting the brakes anytime soon. "You want a photo?"

"Photo of what?" The tall woman queries, accented, posh, eyebrow arched in a way that shouldn't be that attractive. She takes a bite out of her blueberry muffin.

"With me, duh," Vi laughs, ego slightly bruised. She makes up for it with a small wink, leaning against the backstage wall. That would be the killer. "Or, y'know, it doesn't just have to be a photo, cupcake."

The woman blinks owlishly. "Oh. Are you a photographer for the show?"

OR

rockstar vi meets a suave (but clueless) caitlyn by accident, and then Things happen; or, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Words: 2209, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Top Caitlyn (League of Legends), Bottom Vi (League of Legends), Rockstar Vi (League of Legends), Dom Caitlyn (League of Legends), Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Badass Caitlyn (League of Legends), Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, ponytail caitlyn save me, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, goddamn they're horny, Song: Fantastic (King Princess), Pulp Fiction References

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 10: Family Reunion

summary : (y/n) takes sevika to her annual family reunion.

mentions : homophobia, lil angst, angry sevika, competitive sevika, drunk sevika, fame au, modern au, happy ending, time skip, fast paced beginning, sevika being a passenger princess, domestic sevika

notes: last chapter yall…😔 just a psa it’s been a total of 5 1/2 months (y/n) and Sevika have been together after the end

You were seated in first class, but the quiet wasn’t comforting—it felt strange, almost unsettling, after weeks of chaos. No Caitlyn lightly humming a tune while tapping out a melody on her keyboard. No Jinx banging out a rhythm on any surface she could find, nor Vi throwing mock punches into the air while Sevika teased her with bass riffs. It was just you now, left to your thoughts and the buzzing emptiness.

You leaned back, headphones over your ears, but even the music didn’t drown out the vivid memories. Watching them all on stage had been electric: Vi’s commanding voice tearing through the air as her fingers shredded the guitar strings, Jinx drumming like she was setting the world on fire, and Sevika—wild and untamed—plucking her bass with enough intensity to send the crowd into a frenzy. Caitlyn was the calm amidst the chaos, playing her keys and singing backing vocals with a steady, elegant precision that balanced the energy of the others.

You missed it all: the long road trips, the ridiculous banter, the post-show exhilaration, and of course, Sevika—completely in her element, sweating and grinning like a maniac as the fans screamed her name. You sighed, pulling out your phone and setting up your camera on the tray table in front of you. The angle wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

After connecting your microphone to ensure the audio was crisp, you pressed record.

“Hey, guys,” you began, offering a small, tired smile. “So... this is it. I’m officially done touring with Shattered Souls. I’m back to personal bigger things and most definitely the biggest high of my career. By the time I post this video, they’ll still be out there, tearing it up on stage. If you can, seriously, buy a ticket to the nearest city. Watching them live is something else. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

You paused, the faint hum of the airplane filling the silence as you gathered your thoughts.

“I just wanna say, before I close this video off, that I had the time of my life with them. They are genuine, talented, and absolutely insane—in the best way possible. They love their fans, they love their music, and they give it everything they’ve got every single night.

“Honestly, when Caitlyn first messaged me asking if I wanted to collab with her band, I thought it was a terrible idea.” You laughed, shaking your head at the memory. “But it turned out to be the best mistake of my life. Because of that, I met Sevika, and I love her so much. Like... a ridiculous amount.”

The smile on your face softened as the emotions bubbled up.

“I’ve also grown to connect with all of them like family. Vi’s chaotic energy, Jinx being, well, Jinx, Caitlyn’s calm genius... and Sevika—who’s somehow even crazier on stage than Vi and Jinx combined. These people have become such an important part of my life, and I know I’ll keep that connection with them.

“If you haven’t checked them out or their music yet, their Spotify link will, of course, be below along with their Instagrams. Go give them a listen. Seriously, do it.”

You took a deep breath, letting your smile linger a little longer.

“And, uh, yeah... this is your favorite YouTuber logging off. Until next time.”

You stopped the recording, turning off the microphone on your phone. The screen went blank, but your thoughts raced. You missed them already—missed the energy, the madness, the shared moments of triumph after a show. But this wasn’t the end, you reminded yourself. It was just the beginning of a new chapter.

Leaning back into your seat, you closed your eyes, the faint echoes of their last performance still buzzing in your ears. You couldn’t wait for the moment you’d reunite, and until then, you’d hold onto every memory like a lifeline.

“Yes, Sevika, I am on the way,” you grumbled into the phone as you slid into the driver’s seat and started your car. It had been a whole month since you’d last seen Sevika and the others. A long month. During that time, your last video blew up, garnering millions of views and likes. That kind of exposure turned every one of Shattered Souls’ remaining shows into sold-out events. Their managers even had to add repeat shows in certain states due to the overwhelming demand, raking in even more cash.

You adjusted your AirPods as Sevika’s voice came through, teasing you about having to get up so early. “Oh, like it’s my fault you booked the first flight out,” you shot back, exasperated but grinning nonetheless. She had insisted on an early flight to see you as soon as possible, leaving the others to return on their usual schedule.

You glanced down at yourself as you hit the road, slightly embarrassed by your appearance. A ramen-stained shirt, baggy sweatpants, and mismatched Crocs—whatever you’d found in the rush out the door. “I swear, I look like I just rolled out of bed,” you muttered, though Sevika didn’t seem to care.

As you drove, she kept the conversation light, her laughter filling the silence in between. “Did you have to book such an early flight, ba—OH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, WHO TOLD YOU TO GO?!” you yelled, slamming on the brakes as a car cut you off.

The sound of Sevika laughing uproariously came through your AirPods, and you could practically hear the smirk on her face. “You’re really not a morning person, are you?” she teased.

You grumbled under your breath, trying to focus on the road as you neared the airport. “Ugh… I’m parking now. Come out—I’m in a red Camaro,” you said, glancing for an empty spot.

“I think I know what your car looks like,” Sevika replied dryly. “You’ve sent me about a hundred photos of it since you bought it.”

“Well, excuse me for being proud of my baby,” you retorted, cutting the engine. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel as you waited, watching the revolving doors of the terminal. The anticipation of seeing her again after so long was starting to make your heart race.

A few minutes later, you spotted her walking toward the car, looking impossibly good even after an early morning flight. “Finally,” you sighed as she opened the passenger door and slid in.

“Took you long enough,” Sevika teased, leaning over to plant a kiss on your temple.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, a soft smile creeping onto your face despite yourself. Seeing her again made the whole chaotic morning worth it.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds as you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself. It was another busy day ahead, but the real challenge was getting Sevika out of bed. After another long night exploring new... territories in your sex life, she was completely passed out, her arm draped over her face as if shielding herself from any obligations.

Sevika had been bouncing between your house and hers for months now. Between her schedule and your own packed calendar, your time together felt fleeting. Since your influencer career had skyrocketed, luxury brands were constantly reaching out to have you model for their campaigns. You’d even graced a few runways, though so far, only in Los Angeles. Despite your hectic modeling gigs, you always found time to vlog, keeping your followers engaged and rooting for your success.

Once dressed, you glanced at Sevika sprawled on the bed. She was still deep in sleep, the faintest smile tugging at her lips as if she was dreaming about something—probably last night. Rolling your eyes, you walked over and leaned down, brushing your lips against hers until she stirred.

“Mmm,” she groaned, cracking one eye open to see you. A sleepy smile tugged at her face before she pulled you down for another kiss.

“Wake up,” you said against her lips, pulling back just enough to speak. “We’ve gotta be in New York by noon.”

She groaned again, flopping back dramatically as you straightened up and grabbed the suitcases you both had packed the night before. Dragging them to the bedroom door, you glanced over your shoulder. “Come on, Sev. I’m not breaking a nail carrying these downstairs.”

That seemed to do the trick. With a grumble and a stretch, Sevika swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. “You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered as she tugged on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, her hair still a little messy but effortlessly cool.

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased, watching as she hefted the suitcases with ease and carried them to the car. You followed her downstairs, doing a final mental checklist to make sure nothing was forgotten. Tomorrow was Easter, which meant a big family reunion, and you needed to be in New York by the afternoon to help with food prep, decorations, and setting up games for the kids.

Once the suitcases were securely packed in the trunk, you walked around the car to the driver’s side. “We have everything, right?” you asked, pausing before opening the door.

“Everything,” Sevika confirmed, already buckled in and leaning back in her seat.

You nodded, climbing in and starting the car. The drive to the airport wasn’t long, but the anticipation of seeing your family—and the chaos that always came with reunions—had you both a little on edge.

The private jet you’d rented was waiting for you on the tarmac, sleek and ready to whisk you both away to New York. It was a luxury you didn’t take for granted, and as you settled into the plush seats, you glanced over at Sevika. She was already dozing off again, her head resting against the window.

“Lazy,” you muttered under your breath, smiling softly. With everything you had going on, moments like these—just the two of you—were what you treasured the most.

The crisp New York air greeted you as you stepped out of the car with Sevika, luggage in tow. Your parents’ house came into view, its familiar warmth already making you smile. The front door opened before you even had a chance to knock, and your parents stood there beaming.

“Oh, welcome, Sevika!” your mother exclaimed, stepping forward to hug her tightly. Your mother wasn’t the handshake type, and neither was your father, who followed with an equally warm hug. Sevika, though a little caught off guard by their enthusiasm, accepted their hugs with a shy smile, murmuring her thanks.

“Come on in,” your dad said, motioning toward the door. “I cleaned (Y/N)’s room for you two… Well, I dusted. She’s always been good about keeping her room clean,” he added with a chuckle.

“Thanks, Dad,” you said, shooting him a playful grin. You turned to Sevika and gestured toward the stairs. “Sevika, you can go ahead and take the luggage up to my room. I’m sure I already need to help with the food.”

“Sure,” Sevika said, hefting the bags effortlessly. She paused for a moment. “You sure I can’t help out either?”

“You’ll have plenty to do, trust me,” you teased, patting her arm before heading toward the kitchen with your mom.

As the evening progressed, Sevika became an unofficial extra set of hands for your family. Anytime someone needed a jar opened, a can pried, or something retrieved from the highest shelf, Sevika was called upon.

“Sevika, can you open this?” your mom asked, holding out a stubborn jar of pickles.

“Sevika, can you grab that pan up there? No, no, the one way in the back,” your dad chimed in, pointing toward the top shelf.

Sevika handled each request with ease, and despite her usually intimidating demeanor, she blended in with your family as if she’d been there all along.

By the time everything was prepped and ready for the reunion, you found Sevika sitting at the kitchen counter, a slightly amused look on her face. “I told you you’d have plenty to do,” you said with a grin, handing her a glass of water.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied, smirking. “I didn’t think I’d be the designated muscle for the night, though.”

Your parents laughed from across the room. “You’re a lifesaver, Sevika,” your mom said. “We might have to borrow you for every holiday!”

“Don’t get used to it,” Sevika joked, but there was a softness in her tone, like she didn’t really mind.

You smiled, watching her interact so naturally with your family. It made you feel even more certain that she belonged here, with you, no matter how chaotic things got.

The clock had just struck midnight, and the kitchen was still bustling with activity. The counters were covered with bowls, spatulas, and a fine dusting of flour from the cakes you and your mom had been making earlier. The sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate wafted through the air as the cakes baked in the oven, their golden tops rising slowly.

You let out a long yawn, leaning against the counter as your eyelids grew heavier. “I think I’m gonna take a nap for a few hours,” you said, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

Your dad, sitting on the couch in the living room, was deeply engrossed in an episode of Criminal Minds. Sevika was right beside him, equally locked in, her arms crossed as she stared at the screen with intense focus. Neither of them even glanced away as they replied in perfect unison, “Okay.”

Your mom, still wiping down the counters, looked over at you with a soft smile. “Of course, hun. Get plenty of sleep. I’ll finish up here.”

You gave her a small nod, your movements slow and heavy as the sleepiness really started to set in. “Good night,” you said, your voice gentle as you turned toward the living room.

“Good night,” your dad mumbled distractedly, his eyes glued to the TV.

“Night,” Sevika added, sparing you a quick glance and a small smirk before her attention returned to the unfolding crime scene on the screen.

With that, you headed upstairs, the sound of the TV faintly trailing behind you. As you climbed into your old bed, you smiled faintly at the thought of Sevika and your dad bonding over their shared love of Criminal Minds. It wasn’t long before the warmth of your blanket and the faint hum of the oven downstairs lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

When you woke up, the faint sounds of movement from the kitchen drew you out of bed. After showering and getting dressed, you headed downstairs, expecting to find your mom working on the last-minute preparations. Instead, you were met with a sight that stopped you in your tracks.

Sevika was already a thousand steps ahead of you. She stood at the counter wearing a pink apron with the word “Mommy” embroidered on it, her broad frame completely at odds with the delicate garment. Your mom was by her side, showing her how to frost the cakes that had been cooling overnight.

You leaned against the doorway, taking in the scene. Sevika’s muscles flexed every time she squeezed the piping bag, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she guided the frosting in smooth, even swirls across the cake’s surface. Her face was the perfect picture of concentration, her tongue sticking out just slightly as she focused on getting the perfect amount of frosting out. It was almost unfair how good she looked—domestic and strong all at once.

You couldn’t help yourself. You took out your phone and snapped a quick picture without her noticing. It was too cute not to capture. Her brows furrowed, her tongue still poking out as she worked, completely unaware of you standing there. The sight of her in that ridiculous pink apron, paired with her muscular build, was the perfect contradiction—and you were adding this to your “Sevi-bear” photo album immediately.

You grinned to yourself as you looked at the photo, already imagining teasing her about it later. But for now, you stayed quiet, content to watch her try something so completely out of her element—and excel at it, as she always did.

The family car was packed carefully, each dish delicately arranged in the trunk to avoid any spills. You and Sevika sat in the backseat with the cakes balanced on your laps, your mom driving while your dad gave directions. Sevika kept her hand steady on one of the cakes to ensure it wouldn’t slide, her other hand casually resting on your knee.

When you arrived at the reunion venue, the energy was palpable. Family members swarmed to greet you, all warm smiles and hugs. For a brief moment, some assumed Sevika was just a friend accompanying you. That assumption didn’t last long as the day unfolded.

Your little cousins were particularly fascinated by Sevika’s metal arm. A cluster of them crowded around her, asking endless questions and eagerly poking at the cool surface. She was patient with them, answering their curious questions and even flexing the arm for their amusement. “Does it hurt?” one of them asked, wide-eyed. “Not anymore,” Sevika replied, ruffling the kid’s hair with her free hand.

As more family members chatted with you, the usual questions about your career came up. You fielded inquiries about your success as an influencer, politely sidestepping the occasional fake family member who tried to slip in a request for money or a shoutout. Sevika noticed, giving you a small smirk when one particularly pushy cousin asked for free promo. You handled it gracefully, your hand squeezing Sevika’s reassuringly.

After lunch, it became clear to most of the family that Sevika wasn’t just your friend. It started with her casually wiping frosting off your cheek, the gesture intimate and tender. Some family members caught on quickly and congratulated you on finding someone who seemed to genuinely adore you. Others weren’t as supportive—chiefly your grandpa.

You hadn’t prepared Sevika for your grandfather’s homophobic tendencies, so when he began loudly hurling slurs, it caught her completely off guard. The room fell silent as Sevika’s face darkened with anger. You quickly grabbed her arm and led her outside before she could say or do something she might regret.

“I’m sorry, Sevi,” you said once you were outside, your voice trembling. “I should’ve told you about him. I didn’t think—”

“It’s not your fault,” Sevika interrupted, her jaw tight but her voice steady. “I’ll take his words as a challenge. He’ll come around.”

Her words hung in the air, and before you could fully grasp what she meant, the evening’s adult games kicked off—and Sevika turned them into a battleground. She and your grandpa faced off in every event: drinking musical chairs, beer pong, and even an impromptu dance battle when both were too drunk to care about anything else. You stood on the sidelines, utterly baffled as your girlfriend and grandfather line-danced together like lifelong friends, the rest of the family cheering them on.

By the end of the night, your grandpa was slumped in a chair next to Sevika, both of them too drunk to stand but deep in conversation about fishing, hunting, and other pastimes you never knew Sevika had indulged in before her rockstar days. You listened quietly as they spoke, the unexpected camaraderie between them leaving you stunned.

At one point, their conversation shifted, and both pairs of eyes landed on you.

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” Sevika said, her voice filled with affection.

“She got the looks from her grandmother,” your grandpa replied, his words slurred but sincere. “May she rest in peace.”

“I’m gonna marry her,” Sevika announced casually, taking a sip from her beer.

Your heart stopped. “Marry my wife?” your grandfather slurred, looking utterly confused.

“No, you dumbass,” Sevika shot back with a drunken grin. “Marry your granddaughter. I’ve already got her parents’ approval, and I’ve got the ring. I just need yours, old man.”

Your eyes widened as the words sank in. Sevika was planning to propose to you? And you were finding out like this?

Your grandfather scratched his chin, pretending to mull it over. Finally, he shrugged. “Sure… why not.”

Sevika grinned triumphantly, raising her beer in a mock toast. “Good. Now you can’t take it back.”

You stood there in shock, your heart racing, as Sevika shot you a sly look. “Surprise,” she muttered, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Sevika knelt before you, the vibrant sounds of All of Me played softly in the background, the violinist swaying to each note with practiced grace. Snow glistened around the edges of the path, blending with the blooming flowers of early spring in Central Park. The people you loved most—your parents, your grandpa, your cousins, and even Sevika’s closest friends from the band, Vi, Jinx, and Caitlyn—stood nearby, beaming with anticipation.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your hand flew to your mouth as tears welled in your eyes. Sevika, the tough, confident rockstar you’d fallen in love with, now looked at you with such softness it was almost overwhelming. Her fingers, calloused from years of playing guitar, trembled slightly as she held the velvet box in her hands.

“Before you say anything,” she began, her voice steady but laced with emotion, “let me talk.” She took a deep breath, her stormy gray eyes locking onto yours, and you saw the vulnerability she rarely let anyone else see.

“I know we’ve only been together for a few months,” she started, a small, self-deprecating chuckle escaping her lips. “But in those months, you’ve turned my life upside down in the best way. Touring was always the dream for me—traveling from state to state, performing for thousands of people, living that wild rockstar life. But I didn’t realize how empty it all felt until I met you.”

Your tears began to spill over as she continued, her voice growing softer.

“Every stop on tour, you made it feel like home. Whether it was late-night takeout in crappy motels or those quiet moments backstage before a show, you reminded me that life isn’t just about the music or the fame—it’s about who you share it with.”

“This place,” Sevika said, glancing around at the snowy park and the familiar gates overlooking the water, “I knew it was special to you. Your mom told me this is where your dad proposed to her. And I wanted this moment to be just as meaningful for us.”

She took a steadying breath, her voice firm as she said, “I know what I want. And what I want is you—your laughter, your humor, the way you stayed up late at night with me on FaceTime, and the way you saw past my stubbornness and taught me how to love. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. So… will you marry me?”

The world seemed to stand still as you nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The crowd erupted into cheers as Sevika slipped the ring onto your finger, her hands surprisingly gentle despite their strength. She stood, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a kiss that made your heart race.

“You’re mine now,” she murmured softly against your lips, her smirk returning as the confidence you loved so much settled back into place.

“Always,” you replied, smiling as your arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

As your family and friends crowded around to congratulate you, the violinist transitioned into a celebratory tune, and Sevika looked at you like you were her entire world. And in that moment, with the love of your life holding you close, you knew that this was only the beginning of your next adventure together.

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SURPRISE SHAWTY EXTRAS !

Three years had passed since you and Sevika tied the knot, and not a day went by where the memories of that perfect wedding didn’t make you smile. Everything about it had been uniquely you and Sevika—the all-black theme, the gothic elegance, and the sheer joy radiating from your friends and family as they celebrated your love. Famous faces mingled with relatives, everyone dressed to impress, and the night was filled with laughter, Jayce’s weird ass speech, dancing, and, of course, music. Sevika even performed a surprise set, which had everyone raving for weeks afterward.

After the honeymoon, you and Sevika bought into two homes in LA and New York, though the sunny LA house became you guys primary sanctuary. You continued thriving in your career as a model and influencer, while Sevika poured her heart and soul into Shattered Souls, the band only growing bigger with each passing year. Every album release brought in millions, and their relentless touring schedule kept Sevika busy, but it was clear she always prioritized you.

Life had been eventful not just for you but for your inner circle too. Not long after your wedding, Vi and Caitlyn also said their vows, sealing their love in a ceremony that was just as vibrant and wild as their personalities. Things took an unexpected yet joyous turn when Caitlyn announced she was pregnant. She and Vi had chosen a donor together, and though Cait took a temporary break from the band to focus on the pregnancy, she urged Vi to stay with Shattered Souls until the baby arrived.

When Caitlyn’s pregnancy began progressing, you decided to take a break from your own work to help out. Between the late-night cravings and Cait’s stubborn insistence on decorating the nursery herself, there was plenty to keep you occupied. Sevika often teased you about being "Mommy’s helper," but her eyes always sparkled with pride when she saw how much you loved caring for Cait.

Around this time, you started having more serious conversations with Sevika about starting a family of your own. It wasn’t exactly a new topic—Sevika had been talking about wanting kids ever since the engagement, casually dreaming about what your future family might look like. But now, it felt real. Sevika was patient and understanding, knowing you wanted everything to be just right.

For months, you searched for the perfect donor, determined to find someone who bore a strong resemblance to Sevika. It wasn’t just about looks; it was about creating a child that truly felt like a piece of both of you. You pored over profiles, cross-checked every detail, and refused to settle for anything less than perfection.

Sevika, as always, supported your every decision. Whenever she caught you deep in thought, scrolling through potential donors, she’d come up behind you, rest her chin on your shoulder, and say, “We’ll find them. Our kid’s gonna be amazing, just like you.” Her unwavering confidence made you believe it too.

The two of you spent countless nights dreaming about the future. Sevika talked about teaching your kid to play guitar, how they’d grow up surrounded by music and love. She joked about how they’d have to deal with two moms who would fiercely embarrass them at every school recital or sports game. You laughed, imagining the chaos, but deep down, the idea of starting a family with Sevika made your heart ache in the best way.

After weeks of searching, you finally found him—the perfect donor. He had Sevika’s striking features: her sharp nose, deep skin tone, tall and athletic build, and a clean bill of health that only made the decision easier. Everything about him mirrored Sevika in the best way, and without hesitation, you jumped at the opportunity. The next step was IVF, a process you were both equally nervous and excited about. Now came the hardest part—waiting.

To pass the time, you threw yourself into helping Caitlyn with her nursery. From painting the walls in a soft pastel blue to assembling cribs and organizing baby clothes, you and Cait poured all your energy into making the space perfect. Caitlyn often joked that you were acting more like a second mom than a helper, but you didn’t mind—it kept your hands busy and your mind occupied. By the time the few weeks of waiting were up, the nursery was complete, right down to the tiniest detail.

Then the day came. You sat on the toilet in your bathroom, staring at the Clearblue pregnancy test in your hand, willing yourself to stay calm. Sevika stood a few feet away, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. She was usually the picture of composure, but the anticipation had her just as wound up as you were. “How long does this thing take?” she muttered, running a hand through her short hair for the third time.

“It’ll beep when it’s ready,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seconds felt like hours, but then—beep.

Your heart raced as you looked down at the little screen. There it was, clear as day: Pregnant.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, the realization washing over you like a wave. Then, louder, “OH MY GOD, I’M PREGNANT!”

You jumped to your feet, holding the test up for Sevika to see. Her eyes widened as she stepped closer, taking it from your hands to double-check. When the word registered, a wide grin broke across her face.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. “We’re gonna have a baby…”

The two of you hugged tightly, your emotions spilling over in laughter and tears. Sevika’s strong arms held you close as she kissed your temple. “We’re gonna be awesome parents,” you said, your voice shaking with happiness.

“Damn right we are,” Sevika replied, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom. And I’ll—well, I’ll try not to mess the kid up too much.”

You laughed, wiping at your tears. “You? Mess them up? Sev, you’re going to be their hero.”

She smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re already mine.”

That moment felt like the start of something magical, the first step into a whole new chapter of your lives. Together, you were ready to take it on, one step at a time.

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Sevika when you're sick. You when Sevika's sick. Sevika doing your makeup First date, compared to now Cooking with Sevika. Shamelessly annoying Sevika. Arguments with Sevika. Tears & Apologise Add on for ☆ Pretty Beauty. Vulnerability. Insomnia & Stress with Sevika. Gaming with Sevika. Breakfast with Sevika. Wounds with Sevika. Overprotective. Security. Ache. Discomfort. Youth. Mellow. Mad. Bloodline. Doing Sevika's makeup. Devoted. Bartender!Sevika kinks Divine. Pretty girl.

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Loser!Violet

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Loser!Abby Rockstar!Abby Soft Ridges. Artisan.

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εїз - 1 for Sevika and 1 for Jinx

Send “εїз” to hear a Headcanon the Mun hasn’t been able to organically implement into the blog yet

Jinx, post arcane, has the potential to work magic within her. I don't feel like going into deep detail as to why, but basically a combination of shimmer plus her exposure to hextech crystals/energy has made it so she could perform actual magic. Exactly what kind of magic, and what form it would take I haven't decided yet plus to be honest it could probably shift depending on different things. One idea I do like is her learning to shove the hallucinations she suffers from into someone else's mind temporarily, but regardless there's different options. There's probably small signs here and there of that potential. Maybe how quickly she can move despite not transforming anymore than she already has with her eyes, or whatever else.

The important thing here is that she cannot learn how to harness that ability by herself. She needs a teacher who realizes she has the potential, or decides to try to teach her just as a "well why not try" type thing. She's not consciously aware of it enough, and in most cases honestly isn't stable enough when by herself to actually start trying to unlock that and learn it by herself. Partially because I think that makes sense, and partially because I don't want to just make Jinx randomly more powerful when she's already quite a threat without there being a story behind it.

So yes, she could work with magic now much like any other mage but only if someone picks up on it and teaches her.

I'm going to make it official. Sevika knows how to play the guitar, or similar instruments. She's not good enough to be a rockstar or anything, but she's good enough that people can enjoy it when she plays. She also almost never actually plays just because she's too busy, and occupied with other stuff.

That's short, and has technically been brought up before so I'll give a second one.

Sevika knows people in Piltover. She doesn't like Piltover, but working as a smuggler both independently and than for Silco and also working as his deputy and transporting shimmer and all has forced her to make contacts in Piltover. Sevika is one of those people that you can mention a name, and if she doesn't know who you are talking about she knows someone that knows someone that knows them... and if she doesn't? They normally aren't worth knowing. Except for rare exceptions like maybe Heimerdinger, or whoever.

When Sevika says "I have the money, resources, and contacts to be a chem-baroness I just don't want to" she's being entirely sincere, and truthful.

[sevikasupremacy]

HI CAN YOU PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP DO rockstar! Reader x secret fan! Sevika. And like reader goes out in disguise and meets sevika then they became friends for like months and sevika has no clue who reader is and like reader accidentally sees sevs like little merch of her and ofc there has to be a dramatic identity reveal and sevika just being weak in the knees. And reader teasing her. Im so normal about ehr.

OOOOO THIS IS SUCH A FUN AND INTERESTING CONCEPT I’M ALREADY LOVING IT ♥️

SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

➼ Sevika’s a hardcore stan let me tell you that

➼ She loves everything about you. The way you held your electric guitar, the way you run your fingers through your hair when you sang your heart out. She just knows that you love your job. Your passion for music was something that drew her in.

➼ The way your shirt sticks to your body whenever you sweat after your concert ahem—

➼ Sevika would spend hours listening to your album on repeat. She’s beating up some people? She’ll blast your music on full volume. She’s cleaning her house? Full blast. Washing the dishes? Full blast. She’s falling asleep? FULL BLAST.

➼ Sevika can still remember the first time she attended your concert.

➼ And fuck was she mesmerized.

➼ The way you engaged with your audience, raising your microphone up in the air, letting them sing some of your parts.

➼ She also remembered when you jumped off the stage to get closer to the crowd, your hand extending as you walked past everyone, letting them hold your hand.

➼ She can tell that you genuinely love your fans. The way you smiled at each one of them as you walked past.

➼ What made Sevika loves you more was when you come across this crying fan and you didn’t hesitate to lean in and wipe her tears before hugging her.

➼ God she wish that woman was her.

➼ Honestly the two of you meeting was a coincidence (or maybe destiny)

➼ You always remembered to cover up every time you went out (just because almost everyone can recognize you).

➼ But somehow that attracted Sevika’s attention.

➼ The two of you happened to bump into each other at this marketplace.

➼ And that changed EVERYTHING.

➼ Because now, Sevika was finding herself intrigued by this stranger.

➼ You both would spend hours talking and joking around with each other.

➼ Y’all invade each other’s personal spaces a lot too ;)

➼ Sevika won’t admit it but she loves how her new friend dresses so mysteriously.

➼ But that also means she was curious to how you actually looked like.

➼ Now the two of you constantly saw each other.

➼ And that was when you finally noticed a little metallic keychain hanging from Sevika’s belt.

➼ And it was your electric guitar keychain with your engraved signature on it.

➼ You couldn’t help but giggle every time you saw her holding it and admiring its design.

➼ It took you a while to build up that courage and tell her who you were.

➼ But casually telling her wasn’t entertaining enough. So you decided to send a text.

➼ “You’re coming to the concert tonight right?”

➼ “Yeah. Where we meeting?”

➼ You’ll send a picture of the seating map to her.

➼ “Here.”

➼ “Why tf would we meet on the stage? What are you, their backup singer?”

➼ Oh Sevika, if only you knew.

➼ The concert was as amazing as ever, but Sevika was disappointed that her friend wasn’t there to enjoy it with her.

➼ After the final performance, the crowd lingered for a while to admire their idols before eventually heading out.

➼ “Still at the concert?”

➼ “No shit.”

➼ “Ok great now climb up onto the stage.”

➼ “Are you fucking with me?”

➼ "Come on, Sevika." As soon as Sevika heard the familiar voice, she quickly looked up to see her favorite rockstar, a wide grin on her face.

➼ "Stop staring at me like that and get up here!" You extended your hand but Sevika was still trying to process what was happening.

➼ Even though that moment happened years ago, Sevika still finds herself staring at you in awe, unable to believe that the rockstar of her dreams is sitting right in front of her.

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ROCKSTAR!SEVIKA ?!?!🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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