sergeantavii

[sergeantavii]

Ain't Too Proud To Plead (Ch.2 Sneak Peak)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60678976/chapters/154947481

Author's Note: Please see the tags on AO3 before proceeding so you know the vibe and where this is leading! Yes, fic leaning into Sevika/Vi. Yes, it's a rarepair. If that's no bueno for you then please do move along.

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Sevika stopped briefly past the threshold, rattling Vi as she kicked the door closed behind them. The slam didn't shake the walls, so Vi supposed the place was sturdier than she’d previously assumed. A heavy sigh pushed from her chest. It was going to be a long night.

They hobbled over to the bed settled in the middle of the room, a huge king-size with dark, queenly patterns in its fabric. Two pillows and a comforter. Nothing crazy. Just essentials. Again, aesthetics that were clearly someone else’s idea.

Vi had to laugh.

Sevika made a subtle noise of indignance before she shoved Vi off of her, hand to chest, sending Vi stumbling backward until her ass hit the bed. She caught herself with her hands and immediately the texture of the blanket gave her pause. She spread her fingers on the fabric. Impossibly soft. Expensive.

Vi hung her head and laughed some more.

“What's funny?” Sevika rumbled, a growl in a dog’s throat. A warning shot.

Vi shook her head and lifted her gaze, smiling and wincing as she felt the splits in her lips burn. Her injuries were all very young. She knew she looked beat up, pathetic even. 

“Is there anything in this place you bought yourself?” She jested, voice croaking, throat devoid of moisture.

The question seemed to have stalled the other woman. Her expression shifted, confusion nestling itself right next to the ever-present annoyance. A very characteristic scoff and simultaneous eye roll later and Sevika’s back was turned toward her. Vi raised an eyebrow, watching Sevika’s width broaden as she crossed her arms.

“Take that ugly shit off already.” Sevika through the words over her shoulder, her lips revealing her grimace where her hair kept her eyes shy. Vi considered herself, doing her best to disassociate from what she saw.

The enforcer uniform, still hugging her tight despite the tattered state of it.

Carefully, Vi looked the older Zaunite up and down. So different. Bulkier somehow, and Vi found a lot of envy in that. Sevika's get-up was a bit more fashion forward than Vi remembered, what with the gold accents.

And the hair...

Up crept a nagging tickle in the back of Vi's brain, and before she could swallow down the impulse, she succumbed.

“'Vika', what the fuck is your haircut?” 

Even through the muscle pain ricocheting off her bones, Sevika whipping around and storming toward her with a snarl pushing past her teeth gave Vi an unbelievably euphoric satisfaction. A win was a win, especially in a night that held losses such as this. She fully expected to get what she paid for, so when Sevika settled her tab by yanking her collar with enough force to wrench her into a standing position, all Vi could do was smile.

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