#sevika x female reader

[hazelistired]

women of arcane>>>

[angelltheninth]

Sevika Showing Off the Marks She Left on You

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, biting, scratching, bragging, protectiveness, thigh riding, semi-public sex

A/N: If she dies in s2 I won't be normal about it.

Privately you're more then happy to let Sevika mark you with her teeth and her hands, both of them

But gods help you when she wants others to admire her work

You have plenty of revealing outfits, some that you got when you began dating her

Sevika usually wants those outfits to be for her eyes only

When she tells you to put one of them one while you go out you know why she insisted on leaving so many bites on your thighs last night

It wasn't just to make you come, it was also to have something to show now

Her arm is always wrapped around you so no one actually gets any ideas

They can look but never touch you

Even as she pulls you into her lap and pulls at the strings of your dress to bare your back at the brothel

Your back and your legs are all that the people passing by can see

And it's more then enough to make them jealous and envious of what Sevika has but they never will

Wans you to let your voice be heard as you come by riding her thigh

She picks up your stray panties and throws them at the foot of the entrance to the room, they're still very much wet, very much evidence of how horny you get by knowing only she gets to have you like this

[wandasfifthwife]

(18+)

when you crawl away, saying it’s “too much” just for them to grab your hips and pull you back until they’ve completely bottomed out again.

ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

[avidfics]

Bully Sevika x reader

summary: In high school you had the biggest crush Sevika and in return she bullied you for years. Now in college you just wanted your distance but Sevika won't let you leave

warnings: nsfw, toxic sevika, slight humiliation, fingering, and some cuddles :)

Your palms kept sweating. For the fifth time this night you wiped them on your tiny jean skirt as you mustered the courage to step into the sorority house that was already in full swing of a party. The music bass was felt all the way to the front lawn where you anxiously stood in place, observing party goers completely at ease - if not a bit drunk - enjoying themselves. Opposed to you who felt totally out of place and uncomfortable. Your shoes scuttle against the sidewalk as you begin to turn away to leave when your name is sung over the chaos of the night. 

A warm, friendly hand grabs yours, turning you back to the house. Your first and only college friend's face is beaming at you with hazy eyes and smiling in a carefree way that can only be achieved with cheap liquor. “If you leave I’ll never forgive you.” she joked, dragging you away from your beloved sidewalk and into the house, immersed in the crowd of sticky bodies. 

You both maneuver to the kitchen. Your friend hands you an unopened can of beer. “That’s going to taste like warm pee but drink it anyway. I know you get nervous around new people because of your high school days but you’re no longer there. You deserve to have a freaking good time”

You smile and repeat those words, “I deserve to have a good time.” Yet, as the warm liquid hits your lips the words seem to float away, as if they didn’t carry any weight. Even though you were a grown college student, in your heart you were still that lame, timid high schooler under the thumb of your always present bully. The girl’s name sent a shiver through your body. 

Sevika. 

The fact that you were once infatuated with her was now almost humorous. Once upon a time, you were just a doe-eyed junior high student spying on the infamous 8th grader as she played basketball with the boys. Unlike your demure nature, she was crass, rough, and walked with a heavy gait that didn’t question her right to be wherever she existed. She spotted you, peaking through the bleaches, and snickered. Two fingers flagged you over and you trotted  over to her as if pulled by a powerful invisible string. For the next hour she ignored the boys, as her undivided attention was spent teaching you how to dribble. “How long you been spying on me? You like me or somethan.” her mocking voice cut through the boys laughter and made your face flame at the attention even as you mumbled your feeble denial. 

“You hear that guys?” she yelled. “Little mouse has a crush on me.” At the time, you remember how warm your heart felt as you gave her an impish smile. Too idiotic to realize she was making fun of you. And that would be the nicest she’d ever be to you.

Once you entered high school, something switched. Any tender affection you had offered to Sevika, she took and crumbled within her fist. The whole neighborhood understood that you were nothing more than sevika’s toy. Every day brought on an onslaught of bullying as she’d call you names, made you carry her books and sports equipment behind her like a lackey, publicly humiliated you, and isolated anyone who dared to befriend you. 

Hundred of miles separated you from Sevika, and yet, her shadow followed you. Taking another swing of the warm beer, you decide to not let clouds of her abuse ruin your present life. “Let’s have some fun!” No other encouragement was needed as your friend took your hand and immersed you into the moving bodies swaying to the music. Hands grip your waist from behind, and a quick glance revealed a pretty girl with a nice smile. A buzzing bud of interest lights your lower belly and you commence sensually swaying your hips in her grasp. A small thought in the back of your head teases that her touch is lacking in comparison to Sevika’s.  

Your friend turns around and shout, “Lets head downstairs. I hear that’s where all the hot upperclassman hang out.” The new girl behind you chuckles. “I suppose that’s true. My friends are down there.” Her hand drags you away from the dancing bodies. “I’ll introduce you guys.” A delighted squeal leaves your friend as she follows. 

Truthfully you had no interest in meeting hot upperclassmen. A pair of mocking dark eyes flash in your mind. You took another swing of your beer. Needing the fuzzy feeling to intensify your mellow feelings of attraction for the sweet girl in front of you. 

The basement was dim and thick with the smell of weed. Here you could see the girl more clearly. She was attractive, but all your bleary eyes pointed out was how she lacked the qualities of a certain bully. 

“Like something you see?” her words coaxed you closer to her warm body. “Maybe.” you laughed and took a step closer, in hopes to finally reclaim your sanity, you gently planted two hands on her cheeks and pressed a slow kiss to her lips. Yet as you closed your eyes, you couldn’t help imagining you were kissing the girl that drove you crazy from miles away…. In fact, if you listened closely, you could’ve sworn the raspy voice was present in the same room.

“Mouse?” 

The world came to a halt. The foreign lips continued to press against yours, not realizing your body was frozen in place. The boisterous laughter that demands attention from everyone in the room confirms your greatest fear. The girl keeps her hands planted on your waist as she turns with the rest of the room to a dark corner of the room where a group of upperclassmen lounged against a torn mattress. And in the middle, taking up much room with her corded arms propped up against the couch and jean-clad legs spread indecently wide, sat Sevika. Eyes trained on you with a salacious smile on her lips as if she just spotted her favorite prey. 

And despite yourself, you felt like prey under the fierce stare of Sevika. Her reputation must’ve already made its way on campus because tension held the entire room in nervous anticipation. 

“My little mouse is at a party?” Her mocking voice carries across the room. “I wanted to surprise you but had no idea my timid girl would be at a party.” Her words dangle in the air. Her eyes flicker to the girl next to you whose hands now felt like a hot brand against your waist. A familiar hardened look flashes across her hooded eyes. “Looks like my little mouse has grown up.” 

“Erin.” The name is like a whip across the room. The girl you were just kissing jumps, startled by the sudden attention. A nervous gulp is audible as she receives the full force of Sevika’s attention. “Seems you’ve welcomed my girl to campus.” Your lips burn at the reminder. “Don’t stop on my account. Shit, keep going. I’ll even allow you to sit on the bench for the rest of the basketball season so you and my girl have plenty of time to get acquainted.” 

The mystery girl snatches her hands off your waist and stuffs them in her pocket. “Sorry” is mouthed from her lips as she backpedals and runs up the stairs out of the basement. 

Embarrassment engulfs your entire being as you’re left standing alone. 

“Was it something I said?” People all around you laugh along to Sevika’s joke. “Luckily, I’m a lot nicer than our benchwarmer. Come here.” Two fingers beacon you over just like how this all started years ago. 

All that work you’ve done to repair your confidence and self-respect shrink with every minute you spend in Sevika’s all consuming presence. Because no matter how much you hated her, every molecule in your body craved her affection with a fierceness that was frankly frightening. 

She had bullied you, humiliated you, and made your high school years a living hell and yet when she left for college you missed her for every day she was gone. 

Your knees trembled as you stepped forward to where she sat. A hand from behind grabs your elbow, halting your steps. Your friend’s worried eyes plead with you. “Don’t go. She’s no longer in control.” It’s your turn to apologize as you give her a weak smile. “She’s always been in control. I’m fine so just go. I’ll see you in class.” You peek at Sevika and see her jaw clenched. If your friend didn’t leave soon she would start her year off on Sevika’s shit list. 

The faint sound of your friend’s retreating footsteps multiples the shame weighing against your head. Even worse was the eyes tracking your humiliating defeat as you hang your head down. Finally your shoes touch the toe of her leather boots. Those two damn fingers catch your eye as they tap her thick thigh. 

There was zero hesitance as you complied like a dutiful toy and stepped in between her legs and quietly propped yourself slightly on her thigh. 

A sharp scoff is your only warning as you’re hoisted easily in her arms and placed snugly in the warmth of her embrace. Your breath hitches at the close contact, taking the chance to finally look up at her face. You don’t expect to see the fierce way she watches you.  Her eyes stayed on you as she asked the room, “Looks like little mouse enjoys her new seat, huh?” A choir of jeers rang out in agreement. Her lips caress the shell of your ear and in a quieter voice asks, “Isn’t that right? You’ve been missing your place on my lap, huh?” When you don’t immediately respond a heavy hand lands on your thigh. Heat captures the spot where her heavy hand clamps the flesh of your bare thigh. A tiny whimper escapes your lips and is muffled into her shoulder. An ache that was left empty for years was abruptly filled with that one little touch.

And from the heated look Sevika had, she might’ve felt the same way “Everyone out!” she commanded. There were a few murmurs but everyone obeyed and stumbled out of the room. Ever impatient, Sevika hoisted you up, even as people were still leaving, till you faced forward in her lap, legs parted to rest on either sides of her hips. The new position should’ve given you power yet as she lounged below you, as comfortable as ever, there was no doubt who held the power in this situation. “Let’s have a look at you.” Her blatant scan of your body was disrespectful yet your nibbles pebbled as her gaze lingered. “Did you miss me, doll?” The question was said casually but the earnest yearning was obviously visible in her expression. 

“Did I miss you tormenting me for years? The humiliation?” The alcohol must’ve been making you braver tonight because you scoff and crossed your arms underneath your exposed cleavage. “No, Sevika, I hate you for every day we were together. I hate looking at your face, being in your presence, and your touch. I was finally erasing you from my memory with Erin before you interrupted.”

Her metal hand yanks the hair at your nape before you can continue your rant. Any fake pretense of playfulness is erased and the demanding girl that commanded you in high school made her grand appearance. Her back is rod straight as she presses against you. 

Trapped, you try to wrestle out of her hold to no avail. “You're a shit liar little mouse.” She growls into your ear. “But don’t worry, I know how to get my girl to tell the truth.” You’re confused for only a moment before clarity arrives with the cold touch of her fingers trailing up and down your exposed tummy. You jump at the foreign contact. There’s no rush in the way she traces designs in your skin. But her touch wasn’t meek, as it returned to your thigh and traveled up. You were keenly aware how close your clothed pussy was to being exposed in the dim light of the basement because your spread position over Sevika’s legs caused the jean skirt to slide up your smooth upper thighs. 

A ragged gasp leaves your mouth as said skirt is yanked over your hips with jerky movements to bunch around your waist. “W-what are you doing?” Desperate, you try to turn your still captured head to look back at the basement stairs. Yet, your indecent exposure is not a concern for your brute. Instead she chuckled. “Helping you to be honest little mouse. You said, ‘I hate your touch”?” she questions in a mean mocking tone. “This touch, doll?” A reluctant moan is pulled out of your mouth as Sevika suddenly cups your pussy.

Even through your soaked cotton panties there’s no hiding the pulsing of your clit. It quivered in need to the point of pain. Loud, deep laughter rocks Sevika’s chest. “Lie all you want little mouse but your pussy is sobbing for me.”

It was true. How could you possibly deny it as the heel of her damn hand found your clit and rocked against it with deep presses that left your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “There you go, doll. Take what you need.” she coos as she watches your hips mindlessly ground into her palm. “This the same touch you hate? The same hand your slutty pussy is soaking?” 

Your mind was blurry but a kernel of defiance still lingered. “M-mhm I h-hate you. Hate seeing your face. Just leave me alone.” Truthfully if she left you now you’d likely spontaneously combust in frustration. 

And because she sucked, your crescendo stuttered to an abrupt halt at the absence of her hand. “No no no no no.”

“Shh doll.” You yelp at the quick snatch of your panties that Sevika tears with only one hand. “Here you go.” 

The immediate heavenly relief of a finger against your bud is so intense you fold over into her shoulder. “Shiiiiit.” you goan as she works you so expertly white flashes across your eyes. “Be mad at me all you want but don’t you dare think you could have this with anyone else. It’s me and you. Always has been - always will be.” She gives zero warning before two thick fingers slid into your slick channel. In the empty basement, the lecherous sound of your cum smacking as Sevika relentlessly thrust into your cunt overstimulated your senses. Any lingering rebellion was fucked out of you as you were held in place by her metal hand at your nape. Taking only what she desired to give you. “Sevie, sevie, sevie please I’m sorry.” sobs raked your body as you turned into the girl you thought you left behind. Pleased, her thrust became faster and harder and took a new frantic spread. “There, isn’t that better than being a little bitch.” Her breath was erratic and a frenzy lustful glare glazed over her eyes. “Say it. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” You didn’t need clarity on her demand. Because it had been burning under your skin since you last saw her two years ago. “I missed you, Sevie.” 

Her grunt of approval is a blessing to your ears and you scream her name as the thumb from her metal hand gently circles your clit and she pounds into your quivering hole. You cum so hard and long you slump against Sevika, completely depleted and blissed out. To your utter surprise, Sevika gathers your crumpled body in her arms and gives a tight squeeze as if content. Her head nuzzles your neck, kissing up the column. “I’ve missed you too little mouse.”

[pathetic-sapphic]

Attractive things Sevika does

tags: modern au, sfw but with some suggestive content

Puts her arm around the back of your headrest whenever backing up the car. Also likes to rest her free hand on your thigh while driving.

Whenever you're walking by her and place your hands on her arm, she likes to flex her arm muscles because she knows you love the feeling of her strong biceps underneath your fingers.

Stretches her back while sitting down so you get a perfect view of her abs and happy trail.

Always holds eye contact and has all her focus on you whenever you're rambling about something, letting out deep but quiet hums so you know that she's listening.

Always holds the door open for her girl to pass through first. Also rushes to open the car door for you, her cute passenger princess.

Whenever she feels as if you're paying too much attention to someone other than her, she gently grabs your jaw and turns your attention back to her. Sevika can't help it, she wants all of her babygirl's attention to herself.

Smirks whenever you blush and try to hide your face from her by covering it up with your hands. Gently grabs ahold of them and moves them away while saying ''Come on baby, let me see that cute red face of yours.''

Grunts and moans whenever you're giving her a relaxing massage after a taxing day at work.

Always offers you a bite of her food and gently wipes off any crumbs or cream off of your pretty face (and licks it off of her finger while looking into your eyes seductively ofc).

Wears only boxers to sleep and on occasion a sports bra, but prefers to sleep topless.

Wears a wife pleaser whenever the two of you spend a lazy day at home.

a/n: ill probably do a nsfw version soon if anyone would is interested :) also might do this for other characters too hehe

[itryhardtomakethishouseahome]

Arcane Characters saying I love you Pt2

~ Silco, Sevika, and Vander

A/n sorry this one's a little longer than pt 1, also reblogs are much appreciated✨🫶🏼

word count 1.8k pt 1 here

First time saying i love you pt 2

silco, sevika, vander

Silco~

‘It’s too quiet’ you thought, lounging in Silco's office on the sofa Sevika basically claimed as hers. The silence almost made you nervous mostly because it never was. The atmosphere was always filled with the sound of sevika working on her arm, faint explosions echoing from Jinx's lab, silco’s meetings, jinx yapping about her new inventions or arguing with Sevika, or even fin’s disgusting attempts to flirt with you while you catch Silco and Sevika rolling their eyes over his shoulder. Like clockwork, the tedious silence was broken by Silco barging through the door followed by Sevika. 

“She’s a problem and we all know it!” Sevika seethed. You figured that they were either too angry to notice you or too angry to care. 

Silco brushed his hair back and turned his head to look over his shoulder. “We?” You wanted to intervene but know that given the fact that 1. they’re both stubborn and 2. Sevika’s stature and gaze alone intimidate the hell out of you, it’d be useless but nonetheless you definitely piece together that it’s about jinx. 

“Look,” Sevika took a deep breath,  “I know you have a thing for strays and she means a lot to you but she is not your daughter. There is an entire city that relies on you and you’re doing nothing but making excuses for some unhinged kid. Even if you were her father you should know when to keep her in check instead of letting her be a loose cannon and put everything we’ve worked for in jeopardy. If you aren't going to choose between parenting her or acting like her boss, send her to the enforcers.” With that Sevika walked out slamming the door behind her. You definitely understood her anger and everything she was saying but Silco was trying. Granted he could be trying harder but for the life he’s lived he was doing all he could without being cold towards jinx. He COULD turn her in but everything she’s done she was told to do by him, he COULD abandon her and perfect everything he’s built but he knows what it’s like and he’s grown too attached. He was at a loss and you could see it in the ways his shoulders dropped yet looked so tense. 

Sighing, Silco finally decides to acknowledge your presence. “Tell me my dear,” he said, hunched over his desk, “what do I do?” You stood up and walked over to him, gently ushering him to face you. It hurt you to see him like this, unraveled by his daughter and right hand. You take his face in your hands and he immediately sinks into your touch with glossy eyes. “Tell me how to parent her. Tell me how to be better.” he begs. 

“My heart, you don’t need to be better. You’ve told her countless times to take things more seriously. Her not doing so is entirely on her, not you.” You tried your best to reassure him. “I’d suggest telling her that unless she shapes up she won't be allowed on more serious jobs but knowing her she’d throw a fit and go against you anyways.” Finally Silco cracks a smile and scoffs. 

“That does sound like her, suppose my stubbornness has rubbed off on her.” he says, taking your hands in his and staring deeply and lovingly into your eyes. 

“So be more stern with her, is what you’re implying?” he stated more so than asked, taking you in his arms. “Mhm.” you hummed. 

“I'll give it a try, thank you my dear.” 

“Of course, eventually she’ll listen. She just needs to learn that there are reasons why you tell her not to go all out. You’re a great father, you know.” He swears his heart skipped a beat.

“...I love you…” Silco whispers, holding you tighter. “I love you more.”

Sevika~ 

You and Sevika both work for Silco, you have since the start of his reign, and you both quickly learned how tiring and physically demanding it was. However, some days were worse than others today being a prime example for Sevika at least. You had to take care of some petty thieves in one of Silco’s stash houses that Fin had secretly hired but regardless you got to go home early and are now relaxing in your shared bed. Eventually you dozed off but got woken up by the sound of Sevika opening the bedroom door. 

“Oh hey, sorry doll,” she gently kisses your temple. “Didn’t know you went home early.” she mumbles, taking her shoes off and throwing them across the room. 

“Yeah because I’m lucky” you say with a smirk. Sevika lazily smacks your thigh earning a giggle as she plops next to you sinking her face into the pillow. “Lucky brat is what you are. Why’d you leave early anyway?” 

“I finished my task quickly and was gonna wait for you but Silco said that jinx was with you,” Sevika groans at the name of her tiny nemesis earning a giggle from you. She then turns her head ushering you to go on while she starts caressing your jaw. “And that you’d most likely take a while so he sent me home.” she hummed in response. She didn’t say anything else, continuing to only lay on her stomach with her head turned to you, running her fingers down your jaw then suddenly shutting her eyes and jerking her hand.

“What's wrong? Did you get hurt?” You ask, sitting up immediately inspecting her for injuries noticing how she didn't move at all to calm you down. 

“Nothin my backs just sore…” Sevika groaned. You could tell it was more than just her back, it was her shoulder blades and arm. Sighing, you got up and gently started removing her shirt. 

“Angel I'm too tir-” 

“Get your mind out of the gutter Vika I'm not gonna ravage you I just wanna give you a massage.” She utters a quick ‘oh’ before sliding out of her shirt then resuming her previous position.

“As if you could ever ravage me.” she scoffs. Ignoring her, you grab some lotion from the nightstand and take a seat on her butt. You apply the lotion to your hands before putting some pressure on her lower back deciding you’ll save the problem spots for last. Judging by how tense she is and how she groans you get the idea that she was long overdue for a good massage. 

Once you clear all the knots and tension from her lower and mid back you focus your attention on the spot in between her shoulder blades, gently pushing down then dragging your hands around her shoulders hearing various pops, cracks, groans, and moans coming from her. There really isn’t anything you can do about the pain from the arm she no longer has other than press ginger kisses around the area. As she feels your weight shift from her backside to the bed she turns to face you once more, taking you in her arms and engulfing you in a passionate kiss.

“Y’know I'm gonna marry you one day right angel?” she playfully questions. 

“Only seems fair,” you start, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You already got acting like one.” she smiles, remembering everything you’ve done for her, especially when she lost her arm. You were always right there when she needed you but was too stubborn to ask for help, you were always at her beck and call. 

“Oh please, it's ‘cause you love me… and I love you…so much.”

Vander~

You knew that when you started dating Vander that the kids would have to be in your life too and honestly you loved it. You would always bring them gifts like boxing gloves for Vi, trinkets and tools for Mylo and Powder, and snacks for Claggor. Anytime Vander would tell them not to do something they’d immediately run to you begging you to change his mind and sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t. Today being one of the days it didn’t.

You were relaxing at the empty bar when Vi barged yelling about how something wasn’t fair while Vander trailed her. Vi spotted you and ran to your side.

“Y/n please tell him that we’re ready.” She begged without any context as to what she was talking about. 

“What's happening?” you ask, lost as ever. 

“Apparently the enforcers are turning the lanes upside down looking for us but this is our chance to fight! We need to stand up to them and now’s as good a time as any.” Vi explained. You assumed vander wasn’t having any of it given the fact that 1. the kids’ safety was everything to him and 2. he had an arrangement with the enforcers. 

“There’s too much at risk if we do Violet! You need to stop thinking with these,” Vander says, grabbing her fists. “And start thinking with this!” he then points to her head. “The lanes isn't what it used to be. Yes we all still have the same drive as we did back then, but we’re not in the same shape as we used to be! We lost a lot of good people then and we’d lose even more now.” Violet thinks of her parents which Vander can see in her eyes. “You’ll lose powder, claggor, and Mylo too. We will rise Violet I promise you we will but now is not our time, there's too much at stake.” Vander looks to you for help and so does Vi. You love the kids but this is one thing that Vander would not change his mind about and to be frank you agree with him.

“I'm sorry Vi but he’s right honey” you take her face in your hands trying to get her to see how sincere you are. “A shadow of the lanes would be all that’s left. And I don’t wanna lose you guys.” 

“...fine.” Violet mumbles before running off, leaving you and Vander alone. Vander walks over to you pulling you in for a hug.

“You really care about those kids huh?” He questions. 

“Of course I do, I get that they want to fight but I wish she would see how badly this would end for us. It would end in a fiery blaze with everyone we love slaughtered.” You notice some blue hair peeking out from behind the wall and instantly know who it is. 

“You can come out Powpow, is everything okay?” Vander turns around to face her as she takes a few steps towards you. She looked really sad, her eyes were puffy and she was holding what looked like a stuffed bunny. Vander stares at it thinking it looked familiar then it hit him.

“Look at me Powder,” he kneels in front of her, gently holding her shoulders. “Where did she go?”

“She said she was going to make things right and that she’d be away for a while.” the little girl sniffles. Vander stands up immediately and walks to you.

“I need you to stay here with the kids. I need to go get Violet.” he leans down and kisses you deeply before pulling away to head towards the door.

 “I love you.” 

[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing 

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”) 

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight 

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress 

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh 

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat 

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you 

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party 

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off 

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.” 

🤎 She’s flustered all night 

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment. 

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her. 

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier. 

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again. 

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you. 

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.” 

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up. 

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.” 

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.” 

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?” 

If only you know, huh? 

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.” 

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts. 

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift. 

You didn’t get anything. 

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika. 

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...” 

“So?” 

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....” 

“Yeah?” 

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say. 

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you. 

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?” 

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.” 

That did not help her calm down. 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-” 

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering. 

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” 

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.” 

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside. 

You knew that necklace anywhere. 

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place. 

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl. 

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight. 

Neither was your makeup when you started crying. 

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt. 

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....” 

“You do?” 

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.” 

“You’re cute.” 

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.” 

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.” 

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...” 

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.” 

“As are you, your point?” 

“My poi-” 

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.” 

She knew what the fuck she was doing. 

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...�� 

“I love you too....” 

“So....” 

“So?” 

“What now?” 

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.” 

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing. 

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon. 

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs. 

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.” 

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[sevikasupremacy]

Demonstration - Sevika x Reader

NSFW!

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, reader’s a virgin, Sevika being her first time, oral sex

Summary: After finding out about your lack of experience with your ex boyfriend, Sevika decided to show you what you’ve been missing.

Pushing the door open to her apartment, Sevika was startled to see you sitting on her couch, swinging your legs lazily.

Judging by your half-lidded eyes and the obvious frown on your face, things didn't go well with your boyfriend.

Sevika rolled her eyes, plopping down beside you before placing a cigar in between her lips. She made a motion, asking for a lighter.

Your shoulders slumped down, giving her a tired look before reaching into your pocket. With a quick swift of your thumb, you lighted the cigar for her.

Not bothering to put it back in your pocket, you tossed the lighter onto the wooden table with a thud. You groaned, crossing your arms as you leaned down into the soft cushion.

“Asshole…”

Sevika raised an eyebrow to your remark, smoke escaping from her lips.

“What? He dumped you for another woman?”

“You had to rub salt into the wound didn’t you?” You glared at the older woman, lips quivering from her comment.

But she was right. He did.

For someone better, according to him.

You knew it was over the moment he threw all your stuff out the door, kicking you out in the process. With tears streaming down your face, you were desperate to seek for a place to stay overnight, giving some time for you to sort things out and find a new home.

And the only person you could think off was none other than your close friend, Sevika.

So here you were, in her apartment uninvited.

“You have better things to do than cry over an idiot.” Sevika side-eyed you, noticing your glossy eyes.

You bit your lip, quickly wiping the evident tears away with the back of your palm.

“Well it’s hard when we’ve been together for so long,” you dug your nails into the cushion, “and now he’s head over heels for another woman.” You said in a sarcastic tone.

“I never liked him in the first place.” Sevika let out a final puff of smoke before stubbing out her cigar in the ashtray.

“He wasn’t genuine. He didn’t look like he loved you in the first place.” Sevika shrugged before standing up, ushering you to her small kitchen.

“Excuse me?” You gave her an offended look as you followed, a little puzzled if she was trying to comfort you or not.

“Get over him Y/N, if I say he never loved you, he never loved you. Stop lying to yourself,” Sevika clarified as she popped open a bottle of whiskey, pouring a glass for you, “And I know you know that. Do you not see the way he treats you? He acts like you’re a complete stranger.”

“He used you,” Sevika slid the glass of whiskey over to you, “Everyone knew that. He only wanted to show off and prove the others that you were an easy target.”

“And naive you fell for it.” Her statement made your heart ache a little.

But come to think of it… Sevika was right. You were just a little toy, an easy object that everyone could have. You gave in too easily, not realizing how much it could heard you physically and mentally.

You were naive.

“Yeah, you were right. He barely showed any affection toward me.” You scoffed, lifting the glass to your lips, gulping down the whiskey in one go.

“Not even a kiss?” Sevika raised an eyebrow, giving you a sardonic smirk.

“We kissed and hugged. But only when we’re around others. He never did such things when we’re alone.” You slid the glass back to Sevika, asking for more.

Sevika immediately turned to look at you, completely baffled.

“Wait—“ Her eyes widened, “You’re still a virgin?”

“What’s so shocking about that?” You stared back at Sevika with an expressionless face.

The older woman scoffed in disbelief before shaking her head, slowly walking over toward you. Her eyes wandered up and down your body, lips parting as if she wanted to say something.

“What? You thought I slept with him?” You snapped, giving Sevika a look of disappointment.

“As much as I like him, we didn’t do it.” You tried to explain, leaning against the counter, “Even though I was curious to what it would feel like… nope, didn’t happen.”

Sevika stopped in her tracks, gripping the bottle of whiskey in her hand, trying to process what you had just said. She stared dead into your eyes, making sure you weren’t just saying that as a joke.

“Curious?” You looked back at the older woman, oblivious to the whole situation. You blinked a couple times, trying to decipher what on earth she was dumbfounded about.

“Yeah? I mean I want to know how good it feels,” you chuckled, shaking your head a little as you kept watching Sevika’s bewildered expression, “And since you’re so experienced, you might as well tell me how it’s like. Is it good?” You raised your eyebrows, thinking that you might’ve gone too far and had asked a personal question. Too personal.

Sevika felt her heart pound inside her chest. With the swiftness of her feet, she was already in front of you, her giant figure towering over your frail body. You held your breath, backing up until you were completely attached to the counter.

“How about I show you instead?” You knew that expression of hers. The sign of danger. No one ever made it out alive if she eyed you like that. Usually this results to her high on shimmer and your fragile body crushed into pieces. But she would never hurt you…right?

You squeaked the older woman’s name, trying to regain her consciousness as her metal hand found it’s way to the back of your head.

Sensing the sharpness of her claws made you shiver. The same claws that had killed multiple men. The same claws that scream bloodshed.

But all those fears were gone the moment you felt a soft pair of lips pressed onto yours. A weird sensation danced in your abdomen, a different feeling to your kiss with your ex. You weren’t sure if it was a good feeling, but it made you craved for more.

You let out a soft whine, not knowing what to do as your body froze in its place. You puckered your lips, attempting to copy what Sevika was doing.

The older woman pulled away, a little concerned.

“Is this how you kissed him?” She frowned, her metal hand still holding your head in place. You gave her a tiny nod, embarrassed that you couldn’t even act out the simplest gesture.

But that wasn’t a problem for Sevika.

Your lack of experience made her want to show you more. She wanted to make you feel things. Feelings that you never had the chance to feel when you were with your ex boyfriend. She would be lying if she said she didn’t have any desire to take your virginity.

Without realizing, your hips were lifted by Sevika’s hands and before you knew it, you were sitting on the counter with her in between your legs.

“Sevik—“ You were cut off by the warmth of her plump lips once again. This time, you immediately grabbed onto the older woman’s collar, trying to stay seated as she pressed her lips harder onto yours. As you felt her soft tongue running along your bottom lip, you couldn’t help but part them, inviting her.

Sevika took this chance as she gently sucked on your bottom lip. Her tongue found its way inside your mouth, relishing the taste of your soft, wet tongue.

You felt like your entire body was melting the moment Sevika pulled away, her eyes preying on you.

“How was that?” She gave you a cocky grin, pleased with her own actions.

The older woman didn’t waste any time. Her lips latched onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until it left a purple mark. You threw your head back, the unfamiliar feeling catching you off guard.

“I can do so much more,” she coaxed, “you just need to beg for it.”

Purple marks were being added to your neck and collarbone as she spoke, urging you. As her hands ran along your thighs, she leaned in, nipping your ear.

“Beg for it.” She repeated, her breath tickling you.

“Please…” You bit your lip, a hand running through her hair. But the older woman didn’t budge. She continued teasing your inner thighs, the coldness from her metal claw making you shiver… but somehow it felt enjoyable.

“P-Please Sevika… Show me more…” The begging was the only thing Sevika needed to hear. She scooped you into her arms, princess carrying you to her bedroom.

As soon as she kicked open the bedroom door, she threw you onto the bed, your body bouncing off the mattress a little. Before you could react, Sevika was already on top of you, keeping you bounded. With her metal claws, she slowly glided it down your top, leisurely ripping the fabric as she moved down, revealing your black bra.

Your eyes followed the metal arm as it made its way to your stomach, tracing circles. You wanted to squirm, but was too afraid that you might get hurt.

“Pretty little thing…” You heard her cooed, not hesitating to rip your bra with her claws, exposing your breasts. To tease you, she traced around the areola with her real fingers, taking her time as she took in the image of you.

You closed your eyes, concentrating on Sevika’s every move. The sudden wet contact on your nipple made your back arch. You let out a whine, feeling Sevika’s lips enveloping your hardening peak, flicking it with her tongue.

“Tell me…” Sevika cooed, “Am I making you feel good?” Her real hand reaching up to squeeze your other breast. You quickly nodded, only wanting her to continue.

“Speak.” Her raspy voice demanding for an answer.

“Y-Yes…” You squeaked, your wrists still secured by the older woman’s grasp.

You sighed in relief, feeling Sevika finally letting go of you. Feeling the mattress sinking, you knew what she was doing. Before you could guess, your pants had already ended up on the floor, along with your soaking underwear. You gasped, the cool air against your aching heat making your body twist, needy for more.

“Do you get this wet when you’re around him?” Sevika’s booming voice made you flinch, causing you to open your eyes. You looked down, realizing that you were completely bare in front of her.

“Never..” The response satisfied Sevika. A sly smirk formed on her face once again.

“So you’re only wet for me? Such a good girl…” She praised, kissing your inner thighs.

“Sevika…” You whimpered, her hair tickling your inner thighs as she moved closer to the area you were desperate for.

“Yes, moan my name.” You felt her hot breath against your throbbing sex.

You laid your head on the pillow, taking a deep breath as you prepared for her next move. The calling of her name echoed through the room as you felt the same tongue moving up and down your slit.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” Sevika ordered, her tongue lapping over your sensitive bud.

“Good… S-So good…” You whined, gripping the bedsheets as Sevika pushed your legs apart even more, wanting more access.

Just as it was getting overwhelming, Sevika stopped, your juice coating her dark lips. You exhaled, thighs quivering as they begged for release.

“Come here.” She urged, getting back on the bed, pulling you up before positioning you in between her legs.

You were a little confused, but decided to go along with whatever the older woman was asking for.

“Can I use my finger?” She whispered, licking the shell of your ear, her fingers lightly swiping against your wet entrance.

“I-I..”

“I’ll be gentle.” Sevika kissed your shoulder, her metal hand cradling your jaw.

“Go slow please…” You muttered, your back leaning against her chest as you patiently watch.

Pain and pleasure course through your body as you felt Sevika’s thick finger slowly entering you. The sight of it disappearing into you made you even more wet.

Even though Sevika was kind enough to give time for you to adjust, it didn’t mean she was going to be gentle the entire time. As you gave her a hum, signaling her that you were ready, she pumped her finger in an agonizing speed.

“How is it hm? Does my finger feel good?” She purred against your ear, starting to move her finger faster, pulling more moans and whimpers from you.

“Fuck, how can I be so gentle when you’re moaning my name like that?” Sevika gritted her teeth, growling in your ear as she fastened her pace, making you yelp.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’re soiling my sheets.” She hissed, thrusting her finger inside you, going in deeper.

“Keep moaning my name. Who do you belong to now?” You immediately answered, your eyes shut as you started to feel the built-up knot in your stomach to be too overwhelming. As you focused on the rhythm of Sevika’s thrust, the tension that you’ve been holding on for so long was finally released, resulting in a high pitched moan.

Sevika groaned, pulling her finger out that was soaked with your juice.

She brought her finger to her lips, enthusiastically sucking on it, leaving it clean when she took it out of her mouth.

“Fuck you’re delicious.” She whispered, kissing your ear to soothe you as you came down from your high, your body sinking into Sevika’s arms.

“That felt… amazing.” You smiled, your head leaning against her chest.

“Well now you know what it’s like.” Sevika scoffed, her real head holding your chin, pulling you in for one more kiss.

This time, you gave in, kissing her back, earning a small hum from the older woman.

[novacqnes]

jolene // sevika

summary: jolene was beautiful, she could’ve had anyone she wanted in the undercity but just so happened to set her sights on sevika, your girlfriend.

warning: jealousy, angst, alcohol, kissing, mentions of cheating

word count: 2.2k

pairing: sevika x fem reader

a/n: 🎧 i love writing fics based off of songs so jolene by dolly parton is my next victim

the last drop was even more crowded than usual. bright lights beamed down on customers as they over indulged in drinks and pointless conversations. a distinct smell of alcohol and tobacco pervaded the air making it a chore to breathe. you pushed through the crowd, blending into a sea of drunken bodies as you scanned the room. 

normally sevika would’ve been in her chair playing poker with the rest of silco’s guys, but when you reached the table her seat was empty. nevertheless you continued on your pursuit passing by the bar when you a soft giggle came from behind the counter, it was utterly unfamiliar— and enticing.

being sevika’s girlfriend came with many perks, thus you practically knew everyone that frequented the bar, especially those that worked in it. surely she would’ve told you if someone new had begun working there, right?

you followed the voice, narrowly bumping into a few people when you heard a second. this one was deeper, more guttural, and unmistakably sevika’s. nearing the bar you found the two. the mystery voice belonged to a woman, she was tall with rich ginger locks that fell at her shoulders. her eyes were a bright green, bringing out her delicate porcelain skin. without a doubt she was stunning. 

sevika’s eyes glimmered as she gazed at the woman, sparking a feeling of jealousy within you. you couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at you like that, with such desire and interest. it took everything in you not to cause a scene.

“can i get you something?” 

your cheeks felt a warm buzz as both the bartenders and your girlfriends eyes landed on you just a few feet away. you ambled towards them taking the closest seat next to her in order to send a direct message. sevika was yours. 

“what are you doing here?” sevika whispered, slinging an arm around your waist. she awkwardly shifted between you and the ginger, secretly hoping either one of you would break the silence. 

“i wanted to surprise you..…who’s this?”

although not entirely noticeable the jealousy crept into your voice revealing itself in more ways than one. yet sevika was oblivious, she flashed the ginger a sly grin, gesturing to her spot on the opposite side of the counter. 

“jolene, she’s the new bartender. jolene this is my girl, y/n.” there was a certain warmth in sevika’s tone and choice of words that hugged you just the right way. it established a fine line that you hoped was received by jolene.

“enough with the formalities, any friend of sevika’s is a friend of mine. you can call me jo.” she chirped, outstretching a hand towards you. 

a grossly intricate knot twisted and turned in your stomach at her words. friend? sevika was not your friend. she was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and in a matter of a few seconds she’d reduced it to pointless school romance. but maybe you were overreacting, after all sevika didn’t have a problem with it, why should you? 

nevertheless, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind shaking her smooth hand. she had no calluses, marks, cuts or scratches. it took everything not to admire her as she pulled away, she was unarguably beautiful and you knew sevika could see it too. you despised the way her gray eyes roamed over her body, stirring great envy deep inside of you. 

“jo was just telling me about the time she used shimmer to make a cocktail.” 

“really?” you gasped, feigning interest.

was there anything else this woman couldn’t do? 

“oh she's exaggerating, it was nothing.” 

jolene bowed her head modestly, deflecting from sevika’s heavy gaze. but she couldn’t disguise the dash of red smeared across her cheeks, nor the dimples revealing themselves as a flirty smile spread across lips. the scene sent a wave of nausea straight to your stomach the longer you watched it unfold, you were losing control. but it was something you never had. 

“i’d love to hear about it.” 

“no really i can’t,” she replied dismissively. 

“why not?”

she allowed your question to hang in the air for a while as she poured herself a drink. she sauntered over to the two of you, leaving her post behind the bar. her posture and poise, it was something that you couldn’t help but envy as she approached you. taking the seat opposite of sevika. she leaned in, gently brushing her shoulder against your girlfriend. which she completely seemed unfazed by, much to your disdain.

“see if i told you…then i’d have to kill you.”

her emerald eyes met yours and for a second you froze. there was a slight tinge to them, a sparkle that deeply unsettled you. jolene wasn’t aware of her beauty. she didn’t see the way sevika’s eyes followed her with pure lust and desire. she could’ve had anyone that she wanted, yet she wanted your girlfriend, and you knew it. you forced a smile to your face, desperately trying to ignore the seeds of doubt sowing themselves in your mind.

after a few mere moments of silence she bursted out into a fit of giggles, drawing confused looks from both you and sevika. 

“i’m just kidding,” she beamed, “i’ll stop by your place one day, teach you everything i know.” her eyes found their way back to sevika on the last word. 

before you could say anything else she began again, this time turning all of her attention towards your girlfriend. the woman practically oozed confidence, even going as far as to put her hand on sevika’s arm during one of her jokes. 

she kept it there for god knows how long, completely ignoring your presence. her eyelashes fluttered adding even more to her seductive allure. you wrestled with the urge to vomit, silently grappling with jealousy. without another word you quietly bid them both a goodbye, nearing the brink of tears as you walked away. 

a few nights later you were home alone, waiting for sevika to come home. it wasn’t rare for her to be late, but when she was it was evident as to where she’d been. 

she collapsed on the bed with a thud, reaching for you on the opposite side. but the wretched smell of alcohol lingering in the air forced you to pull away. it was suffocating and it forced those same emerald eyes back into the center your mind.

jolene.

you knew sevika was spending more time with her just by the way she talked. she couldn’t go an hour without gushing about her and you couldn’t stand it. exasperated you stormed toward the windows, swinging them open before you joined her back on the bed.

“missed you.” she hummed, inching towards you. 

“i missed you too sev.” 

the words were short but they rang true— for you at least. you missed when being with her didn’t feel like a constant battle for attention. or endless rambling about a woman who viewed her as nothing more than a sex symbol. 

eventually you couldn’t help but give in, allowing sevika to pull you into her arms. restoring a deep feeling of comfort that you'd been deprived of for weeks. you ran your hands over her muscles, drawing circles into them as you slowly began to lose yourself in her. 

“let me take care of you,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to your exposed skin. her lips trailed from your chest to your neck, prompting a buzz of warmth wherever they landed. the passion you’d been longing for was slowly being ignited. you leaned into it, allowing yourself to truly feel the pleasure as sevika hands lowered. it felt heavenly, the gentle breeze from the windows created a calming lull that made it even easier to unwind. but a gust of wind blew through the bedroom bringing it to a halt. 

you enjoyed the fresh air, it kept you sane in moments like these, but this time it did the complete opposite. the scent of liquor from the last drop cabinet and a mixture of jolene’s riveting perfume filled the room, sickening you. and any semblance of desire that you had for sevika that night quickly vanished. 

“stop— i can’t. not tonight.” you snapped, pulling your body from hers. she didn’t ask you why, simply watching as you turned away, sobbing into the pillow beside her. that night she maintained her distance, quietly falling asleep to dreams of a woman that wasn’t you. but unbeknownst to her you were fully awake, and able to hear every word and phrase that escaped from her lips. 

gradually after a while the jolene talk seemed to die down, and you felt like things were finally returning back to the way they once were. sevika would come home earlier than ever and when did all of her attention was yours. so much so that you often found yourself forgetting about the bartender. 

on one particular day you guys were set to go out together but sevika was running a bit behind schedule. she sat at the table replacing the shimmer in her arm when she noticed she was missing some.

“jo, could you pass me the vial?” 

the words fell from her mouth seamlessly, she almost didn’t realize her mistake. you craned your head in her direction, narrowing your eyes as you approached her. 

“what did you just call me?” you spat, venom seeping into your voice. white hot anger bubbled inside of you with each step, your thoughts becoming more jumbled as they echoed through your mind. 

liar. cheater. 

“shit y/n, i didn’t mean—“ she rose from her seat, a remorseful expression plastered across her face.

“you’re such a liar.”

“what?” 

sevika’s expression morphed from that of remorse to confusion. her dark brows furrowed, gray eyes narrowed and her lips pulled into a tight line. your heart was rapidly beating out of your chest, you were incapable of thinking clearly, ignoring the blatant change in her features. at that moment, sevika was guilty, even if you didn’t know what the crime was. 

“i thought it was done, that you were done with her.” you seethed, pushing the boundary until you were directly underneath her. your tone was vile and accusatory, with the purpose of digging deep. you wanted her to hurt.

“baby i see jolene everyday.”

sevika tried her best to remain calm but it was proving difficult, with each sharp remark your voice only got louder, prompting her to do the same. she’d never seen you with such rage and she didn’t know what to do with it. she tried to reach out to touch you but you yanked your shoulder back in disgust, not even daring to look at her. 

“are you fucking her?”

the question rang through sevika’s mind forcing her to step towards you for the first time during the whole ordeal. her fists clenched at her sides and gray eyes darted between yours. it was like she couldn’t fathom whether this was real or not, and you weren’t sure if that was a good sign.

she sighed, “i wouldn’t do that to you.”

“it’s either a yes or no, if you can’t answer that then i’m gone.”

she stepped closer, continuing until she was right in front of you. she plucked the vial from chair, turning to look at you once more. 

“no.”

for the first time that night you truly saw desperation in her eyes. that was something you could count on, if there was anything on sevika’s body that gave herself away it was her eyes, they’d never deceive you. 

“it was a stupid crush— nothing more. when i felt like things were going too far, i put an end to it,” she said sternly. 

you shifted uncomfortably, vile images of sevika and jolene together permeating your mind. it pained you to ask but you couldn’t continue to have it loom over you nor your relationship.

“what things?” you asked, refusing to meet her eye. 

“we almost kissed.”

the familiar feeling of nausea writhed within your stomach as you turned away from sevika but she was done hiding. she slid her arms around you, offering you the comfort that you so deeply needed. except this time it felt authentic and not propelled by drunken desire. despite the frenzied thoughts you leaned into it, allowing yourself to simply trust her.

“you don’t have to look at me, that’s okay, just listen.” she whispered.

“i love you. and i haven’t been good to you these last few months, i know that. you have every right to go but i don’t wanna lose you.” 

“i don’t know if i believe you,” you faltered, fresh tears welling in the corners of your ears. you turned your face to meet hers, desperately hoping that her words matched her eyes, it was the only way you would know for sure. 

“i wouldn’t be here trying to make this work if i didn’t love you,” she cooed.

her gaze was soft but her eyes were fierce like she was pleading with you. they never once left yours and they didn’t change. this was sevika in her rawest form and it was the most vulnerable she’d been with you throughout your entire relationship. which oddly enough you had jolene to thank. tears fell freely from your eyes, blurring your vision but you leaned into her. allowing sevika to hold you as you succumbed to weeks of pent up emotion. 

when you’d first met jolene you fooled yourself into believing that she was some cunning seductress with the ability to destroy your relationship. but little did either of you know she would be the driving force that led you two to saving it.

[definitelynotbrucewayne]

Sevika x Petite! FemReader (Headcanons)

Warnings: Pretty NSFW near the end, size difference kink(?)

 Enjoy!

 💕 She’s obviously, unquestionably a top. Sevika would even further embrace her assertive side when it comes to you. She enjoys being the more dominant person in a relationship, of course. 

💕 This would result in her carrying you around as she pleases. And in many ways, too: fire-fighter (over the shoulder), bridal, on her shoulders, front-facing/straddled, and more. 

💕 Your small size also causes her to be a little... protective. If you’re in a serious, committed relationship, she’ll probably object to you exploring The Fissures, especially by yourself. 

💕 While it’ll take a while before your relationship reaches this level of intimacy, she’ll constantly showers you with affection. Cuddles, head-pats, kisses (short and sweet or long and intense), hugs, hand-holding, and more are all staples of acts that you recieve daily from her. 

💕 In further detail, Sevika will constantly exhibit these forms of physical affection, especially when you’re in a safe space (i. e. your home, her home, a home belonging to both of you). 

💕 You’ll be trying to work and she’ll just scoop you up to litter kisses all over your face. Even if it interferes with what you’re working on, she’ll persevere. In fact, she’ll be even more invested in doing so if you begin to pout about it.

 NSFW from here! 

💗 While Sevika likes to act as if she’s tough-as-nails, she’s secretly a big softie; you being the perpetrator of really bringing out that side of her. In steamier situations, she’s especially gentle and caring by default due to your petite frame. But if you’d prefer, she can be very rough. 

💗 One of her favorite non-explicit aspects of smexy times with you is holding you-- holding you down, holding you in place, holding you in her arms-- I could go on. She’ll grip onto the sides of your torso, tour hips, you thighs, your ankles, or your upper back as you arch yourself into the mattress or toss your head back in ecstasy. 

💗 Another thing she loves to do to you in order to display her strength is to toss you into bed. She’s always gentle, but it’s certainly a thrill. 

💗 She finds it so arousing when your little body is being conquered by her. It’s enough for her to complete nearly from that alone. 

     Thanks for reading 👍 Have a wonderful day !!

[jimmyneutron877]

Sevika Comfort bc she needs it ♡

You felt the bed lift from her weight being taken off of it, it woke you up.

Why was she getting up? It's the middle of the night.

You slightly turned your head to look at her over your shoulder. Sevika was gone but the bedroom door was cracked open and a light shone through the slit from the living room. You layed there wondering if you should get up or stay in the bed, you decided to get up of course but slowly, listening to every noise she made however you could barely hear anything except the clink of a glass and something pouring into one. She was very good at keeping quiet.

Peeking through the gap in the door you could see her sitting on the couch, slouched over with her hands covering her eyes and she let out a long sigh. You pulled the door open gently and slipped through making your way to the couch and cautiously sat next to her.

She jolted up from her slouch and looked over at you.

"Oh- sorry if I woke you up" She prompted, grabbing her glass of whiskey and taking a sip.

"You didn't wake me Sev, don't worry, I couldn't sleep that well anyway, I take it neither can you?" You inquired in a soft tone looking over at her, taking in her messy strands of ebony hair and exhausted expression.

She scoffs and takes another sip from her glass, nodding.

"Why? Do you wanna talk about it?"

She thought for a moment, "Nah, it's nothing, I don't want you to worry about me" She gave you a small smile.

"Well, I'm worried now your not telling me" You pressed in a sort of jokey manner.

She stayed quiet, "I just- it's just memories- flashbacks- they just get bad sometimes, i-it's nothing, I promise"

She acted fine but she stuttered more every sentence and you could tell she was hurting. You remained quiet as you turned to face her and brought your hands up to gently cup her head and lean her into your chest in a hug. She froze right before she wrapped her arms around your waist and layed her weight into you.

"It's okay Sev, I'm here, nothing can hurt you here" you comforted in a hushed voice as one of your hands rubbed up and down her back.

She hugged you tighter and tears began to slip out of her eyes and she hid further into your chest to just sob. You were taken aback by this to be honest, you two had been together a long time but she's never really cried in front of you before. All you did was just hold her and comfort her for as long as she needed while she kept crying.

After a few hours she stopped weeping but you two kept in laying embrace on the couch, you brushed your fingers through her hair slowly and kissed her scalp every so often.

"Do you feel better now?"

"A lot better, thank you love" She sniffed.

"Anytime Sev, this is a safe place for the both of us. If you ever need to do this again just ask okay? Because I love you so much and I want you to feel comfortable around me" You cradled her head and rocked it gently.

She let out a sleepy 'mhm' and nuzzled herself under your chin and began to drift to sleep.

This was perfect. You, her and the ambience.

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>this is my own work, do not copy/steal/translate<

[angelltheninth]

Biker Sevika Saves from a Rival Biker Group

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, teasing, kissing for cover, threats, getting into fights, suggestive

A/N: I've met quite a few bikers, a lot of stories, a lot of them sound too crazy to be real but they are entertaining stories.

Biker!Sevika runs her biker gang like a really tight group. Everyone knows there are rules, that she's the one in charge, and what happens when they break them. It's almost funny how quiet a place goes when she and her friends ride in and order drinks. They get quite a few looks, some whispers and then everyone starts talking again, but everyone noticed them.

Biker!Sevika always shows off her mechanical arm but never uses it for arm-wrestling contests. She can beat anyone without it in any contest, even a race. There was a time where she had to drive with one arm so she's learned quite a few tricks, and yes they all attract the ladies, she's well aware of that.

Biker!Sevika keeps an eye out in any place she and her fellow bikers stop at. They have quite a reputation and have gotten into many drawls both in and outside of bars they visit. Some they're even banned from, the others use them for more business. The one you go to is one of their favorite places actually so you've heard quite a bit about them, especially their leader.

Biker!Sevika can drink quite a lot and still drive her motorcycle just fine. This tolerance comes from all the drinking contests she's won, but of course sometimes she has to stop and puke at the side of the road in order to keep driving. This gets her a bit of teasing from everyone but nothing that crosses a line.

Biker!Sevika is well aware of how hot she is and is used to getting looks and offered drinks. But she also knows the signs when someone is being dishonest in their intentions with them. She sees you with a few members of the biker gang she beat up before, knows they're all jerks and horny idiots who are often pushy as well. She can be all those things too, but at least she's got consent before hand. Well maybe not for being a jerk part.

Biker!Sevika wraps her arm around you and starts talking to you about her motorcycle, asking of you wanna go for a ride. You know who she is but you've never talked to her before, and this interruption seems to annoy the big biker group in the bar too. Tensions rise quickly and before you know it the two biker groups are staring each other down.

Biker!Sevika knows what's about to go down and tell you to take cover somewhere. However she asks for a good luck kiss before the fight starts. Luckily you didn't like the other guys too much and figured it'd be a good blow to their egos. As soon as you pulled away she stepped in front of you and signaled her group to start punching.

Biker!Sevika beat up quite a few of them, dragging the ones who were bothering you towards you and forcing them to apologize to you before she knocked them out. There's no need to worry about the damages, she's got those covered already. Not the ones to the people that were beat up though. She offers a new round of drinks to those left standing, which everyone takes of course.

Biker!Sevika has her arms around you the whole time in case anyone else tries to make a move on you. She wouldn't blame them, you're a good looking woman, she would have probably made a move on you too at some point. Does the kiss from earlier count? If not she can always ask for another one.

Biker!Sevika does eventually take you for a ride but it's not just on her motorcycle. It was then that you learned that everyone talking about her riding skills aren't just talking about it while she's on the road. She considers herself really lucky that she got to go home with a pretty little lady like yourself. Do you have an interest in motorcycles perhaps?

[wandasfifthwife]

only a bit shy

sevika x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, no label on relationship, reader is described to have female anatomy and be physically smaller than Sevika, smut, Sevika is sort of a mean!dom, top Sevika, bottom reader

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. Please overlook any grammar/spelling mistakes, I’ll come back and edit later.

There needs to be a study done on why your confidence sky rocks when you’re out in public. Might it be the music, the crowd, the atmosphere, you don’t know. It’s all fun and games up until you have to reap what you sow.

Sevika blows smoke in your face, taking enjoyment in how your face scrunches from the smell. She knows you hate smoking and you know she doesn’t care.

“Sev,” you wave at the smoke, “do that in another direction.”

“What, it’s never bothered you before.”

“Well usually you aren’t this bitchy about it. This was your fifth time.”

She leans her elbow on the table and points to a couple off in the corner that are very obviously in their own world.

“I think you need half of that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking back to her.

“Romance?”

“No. Ignorance.”

You groan at her smug look. It was often she used strangers for entertainment.

“You’ve always been uptight, but you’re like what, 24 now?

“My birthday was last month, Sev, I’m 25.”

She huffs, “even worse.”

You ignored her comment, unintentionally continuing to look back at the couple Sevika pointed out earlier.

“They probably have some sort of exhibition kink if they’re making out like that out in public.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m not shaming them. They’re free to do so,” she says gruffly.

You wish to ignore her by watching the bold couple yet again. Sevika picks up her drink, holding it up to her mouths.

“I have the same freedom to do the same with you,” she says into her glass.

You choke, “what?”

She motions around you. At her movement, people’s eyes shifted away from you two.

“Not one person here could interject. It’d be a free show.”

You grimace, “you’re gross.”

“Okay,” she remarks, “then what doesn’t gross you out?”

You shift in your seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing such a topic in public. To think that people like the couple are so comfortable doing it in public shocks you to your core.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything outside of the basics. I don’t know what I would like.”

She goes quiet. The only sound between the two of you being her exhaling smoke. When the couple begins to strip clothing, you look away, cheeks reddening.

“You’re something,” she huffs, “I don’t know how you’ve gotten through a full night. You seem like the type to tuck your tail between your legs the second it starts to get heated.”

You face her completely, “absolutely not.”

“We both know how much of a liar you are.”

“Then do it.”

Your heart jumps at what you’ve told her. You pushed down reality, dismissing the depth of your words to just be plain sass talk. There’s no way it would actually, actually lead to anything.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

You were caved against the wall, barely able to breathe before she was kissing you again. She reached under your thighs and lifted you with an ease that made you ache.

She found your bedroom, laying you down atop of your bed. When she strips her shirt, you break eye contact almost instantly.

“Eyes on me or we stop.”

You bring your eyes back to her, but only having after fidgeting with your necklace. It’s the only thing grounding you as she quite literally strips naked. Her hands come to rest on your knees, practically engulfing them.

“Thought you said you absolutely got past this part with confidence?”

“Maybe if you were better I’d—“ you cut yourself off with a surprised sound when she pulls you onto your back. Your legs dangle off the bed, your core pressed against her waist.

“You liked that didn’t you?”

She holds your thighs, leaning her body over yours to kiss you into the mattress. Your sound gets muffled against her lips, hands wrapping around her shoulders.

She runs a hand down your thigh, her thumb hooking under your pants. You give her a shallow nod and she promptly peels the fabrics off you.

“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already wet.”

You want to hide, hands messing with her hair to distract from the shame creeping inside you. She drags a few fingers through your folds before circling your clit. You bit at your bicep in an attempt to drown your moan.

“Don’t,” she brings your arms over your head, holding them with a single hand.

She presses a finger into you and you can’t help the way you shutter, pressing your face into the bedding beside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” she says right before going ahead and adding another.

“Sev—“ you pant, “wait.”

She angles her fingers up, thumb pressing on your clit. You shut your eyes, back arching to press yourself further onto her fingers.

“Such a slut,” she murmurs.

She doesn’t wait, a third finger pressing its way into you. You struggle against her hand holding you down.

“It’s too much,” you babble, “don’t—“

“You really want me to stop?”

You breath a quick no, taking a few extra second to form a coherent sentence.

“I just want to touch you.”

Your wrists burn, bruises already beginning to appear when she releases them. She removes her fingers from inside you as well. She coos at your whine. Her body almost completely detaches itself from you. You sit up in curiosity and the sight again had you avoiding eye contact.

Sevika sits beside you, grabbing your hips and helping you to startle her thighs. She kisses you, your teeth clashing.

“This okay,” she asks to which you responded with a nod. She lines her strap with your entrance and pulls your hips down until it begins to make you wince.

“Can’t even fit the whole thing. What were your partners before this doing?”

You circle your hips to try to fit it all before she gets a bit impatient and fits the rest with a thrust of her hips. You scratch at her bicep, breath caught in your lungs.

“You can take it, you have before.”

“No,” you whine, “—can’t you just—.”

“If you want to be a pillow princess you shouldn’t have gotten into bed with me.”

She leans back, hands resting on the bedding instead of where you want them to.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I need you so bad.”

“So useless. Have to do everything.”

Your eyes pick with tears from relief or embarrassment or both. She flips you back to your original position and thrust into you roughly. Small moans leave you with every thrust.

“Fucking whore, made for nothing but this.”

The tears build, eventually spilling over. At this point your mind is nothing but her. The way she’s breathing, the way she’s snapping her hips into yours, the way she’s egging you on. It’s too good.

“Oh!—’m close,” you whimper.

The force of her hips pushing into yours, her finger on your clit brings you over the edge with her name on your lips.

[pathetic-sapphic]

Protective Sevika HC's

Okay, so I mentioned in some of my previous posts how Sevika takes her role as your protector very seriously.

As much as others are convinced that she provides Silco the best protection, that privilege actually belongs to you.

If someone even tries to give you a stink eye, she is up in their face, the sword from her arm out and ready to cut a bitch. It's like she has eyes on her back when it comes to you.

When word of your relationship starts going around, you'll be practically untouchable. And gossip spreads quickly through the Lanes, the rumor mill is rife with tittle-tattle concerning the girl who managed to capture the heart of Silco's right-hand woman. Especially since she stopped going to the brothel, a fact which came to everyone as a shock.

The Last Drop is full of corrupt and wicked individuals who would without a doubt love to pick on a sweet soul such as yourself if you ever dared to enter there alone. That's why she'll only allow you to go there on one condition; you never leave her side no matter what. Now when you agreed to that you didn't understand she meant that quite literally. Never leaving her side actually meant never leaving her lap while her arm has a tight grip on your waist or thigh.

''Gotta keep my lucky charm at arms length lest I'll lose the game. Don't worry precious, I'll buy you something real nice after I win, you just sit there all pretty like that.'', she'll whisper in your ear and press a kiss to your hair. And honestly, how can you refuse when she says it like that with her deep and husky voice? You'd have to be a fool to disobey her.

You want another drink? She'll yell at the bartender to bring it to you. Want to go to the bathroom? She's going with you, her card buddies can wait.

God forbid anyone ever makes you sad or afraid. She'll hunt them down to the ends of the earth and make them wish they were never born.

One time you came home with your face wet with tears and she was on you in the span of a millisecond, barraging you with questions like; ''What happened? Who hurt you? Where are they?'' Try as you might to convince her to let it go and not hurt them, even if she sees that the thought of it truly upsets you she'll lie and go behind your back. Once you're asleep, exhausted from the onslaught of emotions, she'll sneak out, round up her boys and go make sure that bastard pays for ever crossing your path.

She loves you more than anything, you're her sweetheart, her darling girl and she'd be damned if she ever let you get in harm's way.

[cassifictional]

Just one night

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw, mdni please. Bottom reader, gentle sex, little bit of praise, genitals mostly unspecified, reader crushing on Sev, reader’s a bit inexperienced/shy.

Summary: You’re cold, it’s winter and your heating is broken. You need to find some place to warm up for the night. Just so happens that Sevika’s place is rather close to yours. It’s like the start of a bad porno and you’re not even going there with those intentions. But things don’t always turn out the way you expect.

Word count: 4.1k (buckle up)

Notes: I know it’s summer. This is a winter fic. I know a lot of places are experiencing heatwaves right now. This fic is about it being cold. I can do whatever I want.

I can start a taglist for any future Sevika fics. Comment if you wanna be added to that list!

You let out a sigh of relief as you entered The Last Drop and felt its toasty air and atmosphere wrap a warm blanket around you. A dank and smelly blanket with a few beer stains on it, sure, but a blanket nonetheless. Outside it was freezing cold and you didn’t want to be out there a minute longer than was absolutely necessary.

You didn’t mind a bit of cold, but the weather lately had been more than just a little cold. Even deep down in the streets of Zaun a thin blanket of gray, polluted snow could be found covering the streets and homes. Snow usually didn’t reach that far down. It had to be really fucking cold for it to not melt instantly. To be inside right now was a blessing. The Last Drop somehow always seemed to maintain a consistent temperature regardless of the weather conditions. It was always vaguely humid and warm inside, reeking of cheap booze and sweat. Horrible in the summer, but not so bad in the winter. There would always be a mostly clean glass and an empty seat left for you. Shitty but reliable. Like an old car.

You took off your coat as you made your way over to the small group of people sitting in the corner of the bar. Laughing voices, the sound of glasses clinking. Sitting in the best seat of the bar was Sevika, surrounded by her challengers for the night, who by the looks of it hadn’t realized yet just how much money they would be losing to her over the next hour or two. One empty seat was left by Sevika’s side. Reserved just for you, her favorite opponent. You had been crushing on her for a while now, but sadly she hadn’t seemed all that interested in you. What she was interested in however, were your skills. You had beaten her at cards on one or two occasions, which earned you a spot at this very special table with her. Most of the time she would beat you anyway, but it was fun to spend time with her. Watching her play was intriguing to you, she just looked so good doing it. And watching people lose all their money to her never got old.

Sevika shot you a quick glance as you approached the table. The people playing didn’t quite notice you standing there.

“You’re late.” Sevika said, looking back down at her cards. You knew she didn’t say it to be mean when you saw her pat the seat beside her, inviting you to sit down.

“Sorry. Had to work overtime.” you explained as you sat down, waiting for the next game to start so you could join.

“I thought maybe you froze on your way here.” she snickered softly, clearly only meant for you to hear.

“It was close. I only lost three toes to frostbite this time.”

“I hope you still have all your fingers left. You’re gonna need them.” Sevika said as she ended the game, winning as you had expected. Disgruntled noises all around, you too were given a hand of cards to join in the next round. You quietly fantasized about warming your freezing body up next to Sevika as you waited for your turn.

As expected, Sevika won all succeeding rounds. After a highly amusing evening of affectionately watching Zaun’s scariest lady crush the egos of her poor opponents, those opponents left the table one by one until it was just you and Sevika left. Only without the prying eyes of all those around you would she even consider playing a serious game against you. The chances that she would lose to you were small, but very much a possibility. But she would only consider such a defeat in the privacy of those closest to her. Which just so happened to be you right now.

“Your turn. Focus.” she said, snapping you out of your daydream. “Quit staring at me, you now that won’t help you win.”

“Right. Sorry. I get distracted easily.” Flustered, you placed your next card down on the table. Sevika quickly put down hers.

“Another win for me.” she grinned, gathering up the cards for the next round. You dug around in your pockets for the money you now owed her.

“Keep your coins.” she waved dismissively at you. “I’ve won enough tonight. We’re not playing for money right now.”

“Oh, thank god.” you said relieved as you studied the new cards in your hand. You took a second to appreciate Sevika in the moment, smiling at yet another victory, blowing out small puffs of smoke from the cigarillo in between her lips. She looked so relaxed and in her element like this, simply studying her cards for the next round. You got lost in her eyes as she looked up at you.

“Huh?”

“Your turn.” she gestured at the cards in your hand.

“Oh, sorry.”

Sevika frowned at you as you put down your next card, which wasn’t a good one to start with.

“You’re not focused. I can tell you’re elsewhere with your thoughts.”

Her frown shifted a little to something almost resembling concern, or maybe just curiosity. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at her deep gray eyes again, for a moment considering telling her the truth.

“Just.. the cold.” you lied. “The, uh, heating in my apartment is iffy. I’m just concerned it’ll be freezing in there when I get home.”

“Nothing an extra blanket or two can’t fix.” she said, putting down another card as you considered your next move.

“Right.” you mumbled quietly, already mentally beating yourself up for not being a little more brave. You wanted to tell her you’d rather just cuddle up to her all night and bask in her beauty and warmth, but you couldn’t. The fear of her reaction to it was too great.

You stewed in your own thoughts as you both continued to put down cards. Only when you were both down to your last few cards did you realize you were actually winning. One last card and it was over. You had won and Sevika had lost. She actually seemed to be almost pleased with your victory.

“Impressive.” she complimented, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “I think that’s my sign to call it a night.”

Like clockwork on nights like these, you both went your separate ways, to meet again another evening in that musty old bar. The outside air felt painfully cold as you exited the building and for a moment you considered simply crashing on a couch somewhere in a quiet corner in the bar, just to ensure you wouldn’t be freezing all night. Your bed did sound a lot more comfortable than some stinky old couch, though.

Your fingers and your toes were already going numb by the time you arrived at your apartment. Praying to whatever god would listen, you hoped that your heating had managed to keep up while you had been gone. But to your dismay, when you opened the door, the familiar warm and cozy air didn’t greet you as it usually would. Instead, the air felt unusually chilly. A sign that your heating had failed, just as you had predicted earlier that evening. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. A handyman might be able to fix it for you in the morning. For now, there was little more to do than to gather up all the blankets in your home and pile them onto your bed so you could attempt to get some rest.

It didn’t take you long to realize that it was actually a lot colder than you had initially thought. Even underneath your mountain of blankets, the cold somehow made its way through every single one of them. Despite your whole body shivering, you felt yourself only getting colder and colder. A thin layer of frost coating the inside of the windows was the last sign you needed to realize that you would be better off spending the night elsewhere. You could think of a few places you would love to warm up in. One in particular.

A little while later and you were back out on the streets. Even less people were out at this time of night and those who were seemed equally as uncomfortable as you. The snow quietly crunched underneath your feet as you walked, staining your shoes with the soot and dust mixed into it. Your thoughts ran wild as you imagined warming yourself up to the one person you desired most right now, Sevika, holding you close to her strong and beautiful body, eliminating any last sign of cold from the world around you. How much you would have loved to go to her right now. But you didn’t feel brave enough. Didn’t know how she would react. Couldn’t risk it. So you had planned on crashing on the couch of a trusted friend for tonight.

Holding your arms around yourself for any semblance of warmth, you suddenly found yourself standing still in the middle of the street. Had your feet finally frozen to the icy ground below you? You looked down, but aside from being covered in polluted slushy grime, they didn’t appear to be immobilized. As if your body had stopped itself from moving forward. You looked around to get a feeling for your surroundings before you would try and continue your journey to your friend’s place. The lights were on in a building to your left. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized where exactly your body had subconsciously stopped itself from walking further. It was Sevika’s place.

You held your breath for a second as if you were afraid that she would catch you standing there like a creep. But then, you felt all of your thoughts and concerns go out the window in an instant. Before you knew it, your body had walked you towards Sevika’s door and made you knock on it, almost entirely on autopilot. Only when your body let you get back to your senses was it that you realized what you had just done. You wanted to run but your feet felt frozen to the ground again. Maybe you realized that it would be an even worse idea to ding dong ditch the scariest woman in Zaun and risk getting caught. And thus, the situation you had been imagining all evening was suddenly unfolding itself. Somehow.

You heard Sevika call you by your name from behind the door, sounding rightfully confused as she saw you standing there through the peephole. Thankfully, she opened the door for you.

“What are you doing here?” she sounded genuinely more perplexed than annoyed in this moment.

You stumbled over your words for a few seconds, looking for the right words, but the autopilot had long since been disconnected and you were left on your own once again.

“My.. my -uh, the heating broke, my apartment, it- it’s cold and I.. uhm, I‘m just looking for.. some place to stay, I guess..” you stammered.

“Okay..” she said, still glaring at you with a questioning look on her face. “Why come here?”

“I was on my way to ah- uh.. to a friend, but it’s kinda far away..” you found yourself unable to look away from her intense stare. “Your lights were on. I thought..”

“Thought what?”

“That you might be able to.. help me out? Let me stay for just one night?”

You felt the back of your neck become sweaty from the nerves, despite it being way too cold for that.

Her suspicious stare finally faded, as if she was relieved to find out you didn’t show up here in the middle of the night to ask her to fix your heating for you. Then, the corner of her mouth curled upwards into a light smirk, her expression showing you something you interpreted as interest. Or maybe she just felt sorry for you.

“Just one night?” she asked.

“Yes. I’ll get someone to fix it all in the morning.”

“Alright. Well, in that case..” she made a welcoming gesture, “come in.”

You quietly thanked her and scurried inside, deeply sighing once the toasty warm air inside the place enveloped your body. Oh, this was SO much better. No more numb fingers and toes. Inside it was so comfortably warm that you bet you could fall asleep just about anywhere in the room if given the chance. But the couch would do just fine. You didn’t want to be bothering her even more than you already were. God knows what she must be thinking about you right now. Imbecile. Showing up at this hour in this weather.

“Sorry for using your place like a motel.” you apologized to Sevika as you looked around her room. By Zaun’s standards, it was nice. Clean and classy. And the couch looked extra inviting right now.

“That’s alright.” she hummed as she walked off to the kitchen, leaving you by yourself in the living room.

“What’s the rate for tonight?” you laughed nervously in an attempt to relieve the awkward tension.

“Tonight? Free.” you heard her chuckle back at you.

You sat yourself down on the couch, unsure what else to do with yourself, still holding arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Still not quite realizing how the hell you had managed to put yourself into this situation. Just being around Sevika was already so exciting, but being at her place? Even just to sleep on her couch? That was way more than you could have hoped for on a night like this.

“I can’t thank you enough, honestly.” you said, moving one of the small pillows beside you so you could rest your head on it later, “This is heaven compared to my place right now. I’ll just sleep right here if that’s ok, I don’t want to bother you any more than I already am.” you glanced around the room, searching for a blanket.

“Oh.” you heard Sevika say, who had reentered the room by now. “I think I may have misread the situation then.”

She had stopped halfway across the living room with two glasses of what looked like liquor in her hands.

“I. I- uh..” you felt yourself go beet red as you were unable to reply to her.

“I thought this was a hookup. My bad.” she said calmly.

“No- I mean, uh, I really just.. my heating really is broken.. I’m- I..”

Back on autopilot, AGAIN. Autopilot? Did you just say NO? This is sabotage! Sabotage!

Of course you wanted to. But the one time you needed your subconscious confidence to take over, it was suddenly malfunctioning for reasons unknown.

“Don’t worry about it.” she reassured.

How was she being so calm and cool about this?

She placed the glass of liquor in front of you. “Have a drink anyway. It’ll warm you up.”

“Thanks. Sorry, I’m-“

“I already said it’s fine.” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Drink up. I’ll get you a blanket.”

You watched her leave the room as you attempted to get any coherent words out of your mouth, but to no avail.

Worst autopilot ever. Maybe you needed to go see a mechanic for your brain as well as your heating.

Sevika soon returned, handing you a blanket before excusing herself for the night. You watched her leave the room for the last time that night as she flicked off the lights in the living room behind her and closed the door. Then silence. Horrible, embarrassing silence.

You grabbed the glass of liquor off the table and downed it all at once. For warmth or to help you forget about what just happened as quickly as possible. How the hell did you manage to put yourself in the most perfect situation and somehow still fuck it up in the end? You threw yourself down face first into the pillow and threw the blanket over yourself, eager to hide your shame, hide away from the world and from her.

The blanket smelled like her. The pillow smelled like her. Even the taste of the sweet liquor remaining in your mouth reminded you of the way her usual drink at the bar would smell. There was really no getting away from her, was there?

Still beating yourself up over what you just did, you let the blanket slide off of your face so you could peer around the room again. The lights from the streets outside cast soft shadows on the floor and the walls. Your eyes drifted to the door through which Sevika had disappeared earlier. There was still light shining from underneath it.

What if..

What if you..

You felt a knot form in your stomach. Could you? Were you that brave?

A deep breath. Then another.

You kicked the blanket off of yourself and sat up straight before rising to your feet.

You had to. When would you ever get a chance like this again?

Two soft knocks on her door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

You tried to control your breathing as you slowly opened the door. Your face must have been bright red, but you tried not to care.

Sevika was sitting on her bed, screwdriver in hand, working on her metal arm. Why she had chosen to do that at this hour, you didn’t know. Didn’t care. She had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie. Only a hoodie, by the looks of it.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, briefly looking up from her work. “You can help yourself to anything in the fridge. Just stay away from the liquor cabinet.”

“I.. um..” you started to say.

“Really having trouble forming full sentences today, huh?” she snickered.

“I changed my mind.” you stated quietly.

“Changed your mind?” she asked, putting the tool down and looking up at you. “Wait. Oh.”

She smiled.

“Glad you did. Seems like it’s my lucky day after all.”

You looked at each other for a moment. Sevika oozing with confidence, you feeling like the butterflies in your stomach could come bursting out at any second.

“Can you.. can you make this a little less awkward? Please?” you laughed anxiously.

Sevika wordlessly got up from her bed and slowly made her way towards you, all the while you were feeling like your heart might give out from beating so fast. She stopped right in front of you, standing so close you could almost feel the heat radiating from her body, and raised one of her hands to gently hold you by your chin. Skin on skin, her hand felt so good and warm against you. You had to focus to keep your legs from turning to jelly.

“You’re nervous.” she spoke quietly, stroking her thumb against your lips. “Don’t be. You’re beautiful.”

You wanted to answer, but you found yourself lost in her sweet words and beautiful eyes. Before you could even try to lean in for a kiss, she let go of your chin and walked back to where she had been sitting on the bed before, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Sitting back down, she patted her lap, inviting you to come closer.

“Come. Sit.”

To your relief, you could manage to unfreeze your feet from the floor of your own accord this time. You quietly made your way over to her, trying not to stumble and fall over as you climbed onto the bed and onto her lap. Her metal arm quickly found its way around your waist, pulling you closer to her body in a smooth motion. You had to stifle a moan at the feeling of her muscular body so close to yours. Upon closer inspection, she was definitely not wearing anything underneath that hoodie.

“What a treat.” she grinned. “Funny how things go sometimes.”

“I’m still not sure that this is actually happening.” you laughed nervously, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

Her free hand made its way back to your chin, sliding over your cheek and finally to the back of your head, where Sevika let her fingers comb through your hair.

“I’ll go easy on you. Feel like I’m gonna break you otherwise.” she whispered, slowly pulling your head closer towards her own. You could feel her breath on your lips. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” you replied breathlessly before closing the distance between you until your lips finally met hers. Finally. She felt soft yet rough and so warm against you. She invited you to open your mouth, her tongue effortlessly slipping in the second you let her.

Sevika’s grip on your waist and the back of your head intensified. Subconsciously, you let your hips roll forward into hers, guided by the rough metal appendage on your back. A content hum escaped her mouth through the deep kiss, like music to your ears. She let go of the back of your head and used both of her hands to help you take off all the clothes on your upper body. Feeling bare and exposed, you leveled the playing field a bit by fully zipping down her hoodie, exposing her bare chest. Quiet laughs escaped you both as you took a second to just ogle each other. The view was excellent, as you had expected.

“Now I know why you were staring at me all evening at the bar.” she grinned, sliding her hands over your chest and down to the front of your pants. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, eagerly rolling your hips forwards again as she unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. She continued to further tease you a little through the fabric of your clothes.

“Please Sev.” you panted, feeling like you could come even from her just continuing to tease you like this.

“So eager. Well, alright. Because you asked so nicely.”

Her hand disappeared into your underwear and this time you could not keep down your moaning as she touched you lightly, teasingly at first. Her metal arm behind you pulled you in close again, pushing your bare chests together. She quickly found a rhythm that worked for you, intense but still not as forceful as you had expected her to be. Seems like she was keeping her promise of being gentle with you.

All your nerves had long since disappeared. Your thoughts of oh god is this happening is this real had as well. In this moment, it was just you and her. And god, was she good. Sloppy kisses mixed with her kissing her way down your neck, it felt hypnotizing.

Within minutes, you found yourself getting close. Much faster than you usually would. She was just using her one hand, but she was using it so well. So well. So well..

“Ah.. ah.. Sev.. I’m.. I’m..!”

You panted as she sent you over the edge, almost startling yourself with just how fast she had gotten you there. Your whole body trembled as she expertly fucked you through it.

“So good for me..” she whispered into your ear as you rode it out.

You almost fell back onto the mattress as the tension finally left your body, but Sevika was holding you tight and seemed to have no intention of letting you go just yet. She simply watched you as you struggled to compose yourself. Then, you felt her large, calloused hand get right back to work.

“Ah- Give me a second, I need to..” you mumbled, halfheartedly trying to push her hand away.

“Think you can give me another one?” she asked, looking you in the eyes.

“I.. yes..”

“Good. You’re doing so well for me.” she smiled.

It didn’t take her long to get a second orgasm out of you. You were fully at her mercy by now and you were both enjoying it immensely. The second round only lasted a few minutes before you felt your body tense up again and release all over Sevika’s hand. By the way she was looking at you, you could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying all of this. But she also realized just how tired you were getting by now, and perhaps she was too after such a long night.

She gently shifted from sitting down to lying down, letting you rest on top of her chest. Her mechanical arm continued to rest on your back, now slowly rubbing up and down. A comforting sensation, despite it being made entirely out of sharp metal.

“This is not how I expected to end my night.” Sevika whispered.

“Me neither.” you replied, still out of breath but feeling extremely satisfied.

“Are you still cold?”

“After all that? No. You’ve warmed me up quite well.” you laughed quietly against her chest.

“Good. Hope you didn’t get too comfy on the couch before, ‘cause you’re staying here tonight.” she said, pulling you in a bit closer.

“I’d love that.”

Notes: hot damn, that was fun to write. I can really tell I’m getting back to my regular ol’ self with how much I’m enjoying writing smut again.

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Big news for the dreamgirls!! Aftermath of 'Twenty Foreplay'

🤎 soft!wife!dreamgirl!sevika x wife!dreamgirl!reader

🤎 CW/TW: abuse, violence, death, murder, child sexual abuse, adult language, pregnancy, lesbians, pet names, fluff, angst, abortion attempt, sevika has a tragic backstory, eating disorder, drug use, mentions of alcoholism, sorry if I forgot any, not proofread/edited so excuse any mistakes

🤎 A/N: It's late, I know, life happens. I actually cut it short bc it was starting to get a lot heavier than I wanted and the flow was starting to get a bit sloppy. So have this.

🤎 Notes: Um, I cried while writing most of the flashback parts. I love the dreamgirls.

🤎 Word count: 12.4k

Aromatic wisps of rosemary and sage wafted through the bathroom, the scents intermingling with that of the light and warm, semi-bubbly milk bath your wife had drawn for you when she’d gotten home for the day. You let out a soft sigh, your head barely hanging over the edge as you sunk further into the calming water, trying to let as much stress seep out of you as possible. 

Familiar and comforting hands found your shoulders, a kiss being planted on your temple as she spoke, voice barely a rumble over the neo-soul that was playing from the speaker on the sink counter, “How are you feeling, dream girl?” 

“Better now that you’re in here,” you hummed as you looked up to her, pressing a kiss to her chin as she massaged your shoulders. 

Her laugh was quiet as she ducked lower to press an upside-down kiss to your lips before kissing up the bridge of your nose. The playful little pecks turned reverent as her lips landed back at your forehead, peppering across the area as her hands moved. 

Fingers splayed out over your neck and partially your collar as she pressed her thumbs behind your ears, rubbing in circles. You all but melted in her hands, letting your eyes slip closed once more as you enjoyed her touch and kiss. 

“Have you started yet? I dropped last night.” 

You shook your head, letting out a little sigh, “Not yet, though I wish it would hurry up. These body aches are killing me and if I keep gagging, I’m gonna throw up and that’s gonna make me cry.” 

She cooed, thumbs now tracing down, applying a slight pressure as she dragged them along the line of your jaw, “My poor little mama...” 

“Why poor me? You’re the one that’s actually on. I should’ve been the one drawing a bath for you when you got home.” 

“Sure, but if you never drop then, you know what that means,” she hinted. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, humming, “True... we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens. We both know my cycle is still very off and weird.”    “Right, right. Now about this gag-” 

“No.” 

“You didn’t even let me finish,” she pouted. 

“I don’t have to. You were about to ask if it’s too bad for me to suck a lil’ dick. You’re so sick and twisted and completely un-slick, little nasty,” you shook your head, pushing her face playfully. 

“Well, you’ve got me there. It was worth a try in my book,” she shrugged. 

“Uh-huh. You disgust me.” 

“Do I? Do I really,” she asked playfully, as you looked up, leaning your head back just a little further. 

You beckoned her closer as you leaned your head back a little further, “Kiss, kiss.” 

She happily obliges, leaning down to meet your lips as you stretch up just the tiniest bit. The kiss isn’t long, but it was enough to sate you until you could kiss her properly later. She mumbles against your lips as she pulls away, “I’m so in love with you and everything about you...” 

Your breath caught as you looked up at her, finding that same indescribable flame that always burned within her silvery eyes. Somehow the color still hadn’t dulled against the harsh reality of life as a Zaunite. Even more, that loving look in them only seemed to be larger every time you caught her eye. 

You were swooning. 

It wasn’t until her lips pressed to your forehead that you were pulled out of your reverie, blinking up at her as you turned around in the tub to look up at her properly as you leaned onto your arms, folding them over the edge of the bathtub, “I love you more.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded, beckoning her closer with the crook of a finger, “Uh-huh. C'mere. I’ll show you how much I love you.” 

She all but fell back into your lips, sighing into your kiss as it consumed her, your nails raking over her scalp as your fingers slid into her hair, thumbs tracing her jaw just in front of her ears. 

In a very uncharacteristic move, she pulled from the embrace before you could even deepen it, huffing, “You can’t kiss me like that, dreamy...” 

“Why not?” 

She shook her head to clear it, wiping her face, “Because then I’m gonna wanna get into the tub with you, then I’m gonna fuck you and I’m supposed to be focused on doing other things right now.” 

“Such as?” 

She just chuckled in response before planting a much more chaste kiss to your lips, following it with another to the tip of your nose, the final one touching your forehead as she stood, “What fun would it be if I just told you, mama? I’ll be back in a sec with some sparkling white grape. Just in case I did knock you up, which... not to toot my own dick, but I’m pretty certain I did.” 

Your laugh was more of a splutter as you choked on your spit and air at the same time, “For Janna’s sake, Sevi, it’s ‘toot my own horn’. I can’t stand your nasty ass sometimes.” 

“Then it’s a wonderful thing you’re in the tub right now, isn’t it?” 

“Girl- just hurry up, I want cuddles when I get out of here.” 

She blew you a final kiss from the doorway before disappearing into the rest of the house to do whatever it was she was hiding from you. As promised, she’d come back with the sparkling juice, to which you accepted gratefully with a little kiss before sinking back into your bath, lazily holding the champagne flute over the side of the tub as you sipped on the drink idly.

Sevika doesn’t like men. 

All the men out there who’ve ever wanted to fuck her can thank her father for the aversion. 

You see, when your childhood consists of being pimped out to strange men to pay your alcoholic father’s gambling debts, constantly getting into street fights, and then getting your ass handed to you once you get home- you don’t have much time to really discover yourself. 

Maybe in a different universe- one where Sevika wasn’t born in Zaun... where her father wasn’t abusive... where she wasn’t sex trafficked by the very man that was meant to protect her... she might’ve been attracted to men. 

But this wasn’t that universe. 

Her fear of relationships with men quickly grew into an outright disgust of them. 

And then it got worse. 

For Sevika, it started with the vomiting. 

For probably all the ladies living up Topside, the first sign would’ve been a missed period. Thanks to life in the Lanes, however, Sevika was pretty used to her period not coming at all sometimes. It never came with a baby before though. 

She’d been dancing the line of unknown pregnancy scares since she was 11. Now she was 21, still under the thumb of her father, and even worse- pregnant.

It wasn’t long before you were wrapped in a fluffy robe, feet slid into your house slippers as Sev guided you into the kitchen with her hands over your eyes under the guise of ‘driving you’ to her secret little surprise. 

You stumbled a bit and she took a little pause, “You okay?” 

“I smell food.” 

Her chuckle was hearty and you could almost hear the head shake that accompanied her words, “I’m sure you do. Almost there, dream girl.” 

Her hands were removed from your eyes without warning and allowed your eyes to adjust as she leaned her face over your shoulder, hands coming down to their usual home base of your waist as you took in the ambient, candlelit dinner she’d put together for you guys, “Sev...” 

She shook her head before you could continue, “Yes, I’m on my period and that’s your favorite time to spoil me, but I wanted to treat my wife.” 

You poked your lip out as you turned your head to look at her, “Sev...” 

She giggled, peppering the side of your face with kisses, “Don’t cry, mama... it’s just dinner. I can’t even cook like you.” 

You sniffled, fanning your eyes, “Shut it, my emotions are just everywhere right now. It’s not about your cooking skills, even though we both know I’ve taught you well... It’s about the gesture, and you know it.” 

She nodded, lips now at your shoulder, “I know... hope you love it.” 

“Of course, I love it... I love you...” you mumbled, holding a hand against her cheek. 

“Alright, alright, sit and eat,” she prompted, pulling your chair out with her foot. Before you could protest as she sat you down, she pressed several kisses to your face, “And I love you too. Never forget it.” 

You had a stupid smile on your face throughout the entirety of dinner.

Emetophobia. 

The fear of vomiting or seeing others being sick. 

Sevika had experienced her father’s violent reactions to her throwing up before. 

The first time was when she was 6. 

It was a particularly bad winter in Zaun. The smog was thicker, the cold seemed to seep into the very core of the Lanes. 

She’d been battling the sniffles and a nasty fever for days, all the while still being forced to ‘put herself to use’ by her father. 

Then it got worse. 

Then she began to throw up. 

At first, she hid it well. She’d swallow it down when she couldn’t get out of his sight. When she could, she’d always go out to an alley, ducking and weaving through bodies of what the little girl only hoped was just drunkards and junkies who’d passed out on a bender rather than what a six-year-old Sevika knew in her heart were either already dead or close to it. 

Up until this point, the extent of physical abuse coming directly from her father was a slap across the face or being picked up by the front of her shirt and shaken around. 

Then she brought him breakfast and didn’t make it out of his room fast enough to go puke out back. 

That was the catalyst for the abuses that would be-fall her for the next few decades of her life. 

Throw up tastes disgusting. 

It tastes even worse going back down after being licked up off your father’s grimy boots. 

Even worse, the feeling of wanting to re-release those fluids again when you were forced to lick those same boots clean until they were no longer grimy. 

Sevika trained herself to hold her throw up in after that.

Your music from the bathroom was moved to one of the counters in the kitchen, incense burning in the holder as you and Sevika cuddled up into each other, you perched up on her lap with the two of you picking from the same plate in between soft kisses and intimate looks. 

It was just you and your wife, enjoying the presence and company of one another in the midst of the meal she’d prepared. 

You leaned back against her chest, letting out a happy sigh, “You know... I’m so proud of you for this.” 

“Yeah,” she asked softly. The softness of her voice, the genuine question in that one word was so cute. You turned in her lap, sitting sideways atop her, cupping her cheek in a hand as you smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose. 

You kept your voice at the same level of hers as you responded, “Of course, I’m proud, baby. You pan fried the rice properly and everything. I’m so very proud to see you picking up cooking a little more.” 

Your heart broke a little at the tears that glossed over her silver orbs as she looked up at you, “Really? You mean it?” 

“Yes, baby, I mean it. What’s wrong,” you cooed, bringing your other hand to her cheek to stroke both of them with your thumbs, “Talk to me, baby.” 

She shrugged, looking away, “I dunno... I just... I feel like I’ve been struggling to eat lately. Like I’ve been having to force myself to eat so I just... I wasn’t sure if I was in the right headspace to be cooking tonight, but I wanted to treat you, you know?” 

“Sev...” you began. 

“Don’t... it’s okay, doll. I’ll-” 

“Sevika,” you stopped her, keeping her face turned to yours as you moved again, this time to straddle her, “Will you look at me? Please?” 

She shook her head in your gentle grip, tears beginning to well, threatening to spill over as she fought hard to blink them back, “I can’t...” 

“And why not?” 

“I don’t want to see you disappointed in me...” she whispered, voice barely the ghost of a whisper. It was the smallest you’d heard her voice in a while. The last time was... you softened, further, bringing your voice to a warmer tone. 

“I’m not disappointed in you, baby. And I never could be, especially not for something like that. I’m actually proud of you. Very proud that instead of shutting down, you’re talking about it. I know how hard that is for you, especially when it comes to your eating. So with that being said, will you please look at me?” 

Watery eyes met yours as she nibbled the inside of her cheek, whispering, “Promise?” 

“Of course, baby. I promise, I’m not disappointed.” 

She took a shuddery, breath, closing her eyes as she leaned her forehead against your chest, “I love you...” 

You pressed a kiss into her hair, rubbing her back, “I love you too, baby. You wanna try and eat a little something more for me? Or do you just wanna talk? What did you eat today?” 

“Um.... I had a few bites of the lunch you made me, but then I.... let Ran eat the rest... I’m sorry...” 

“Baby, you don’t have to keep apologizing. Can you at least drink some water and eat a little something? Just a couple of bites?” She whined and you let out a little sigh, running your fingers through her hair, “Have you smoked yet?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Didn’t help?” 

“No.” 

“Okay... You’ll try again later?” 

“Sure.” 

“If you can’t that’s fine, but you gotta promise me you’ll try and eat well tomorrow, okay?” 

“I promise...” 

A plaintive silence fell over the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just... somber. You didn’t comment when she began to pick a few bites off the plate again, simply smiling that she was getting some form of food in her, even if it wasn’t a lot. 

At some point, Sevika had stopped eating, hands gripping at your waist, hips and thighs as she pressed kisses along the line of your neck and shoulder. Her hands strayed to your stomach as she mumbled, “Hey, mama?” 

“Yes, my love?” 

She chuckled as you stuffed your face with food, wiping some from your cheek, “What if I really did knock you up in one try?” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean, how many times did you nut in me? And we were both ovulating around that time too. It was like perfectly timed for us to actually end up with a baby.” 

She didn’t say anything else for a few moments, and you went right back to eating before she rested her chin on your shoulder, tracing your side with her mechanic hand, “You make me want a family...” 

“Yeah?” 

She nodded, “Yeah... even with life down here... the work that I do... you make me wanna have something to leave behind... a little family that’s like... a legacy of our love. Like, yes, I wanna be a mother and give our kids the things that I never had, but I also want people to see our kids and know that those are our kids. Like... they know that our kids have two loving moms that are actively in love.” 

You let out a little giggle, turning to the side in her lap to wrap your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you held her other one, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone, “You’re so cute... I love you, and I would love to have your babies, and I know what you’re trying to say, I promise.” 

She relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as she leaned into your hand on her face, “Thank Janna, I thought I was just rambling stupidly.” 

You shook your head, pressing more kisses to her face and lips, “No, I understood you perfectly.” 

“Have I told you how much I love you today?”

You giggled, nodding, “Yeah, a little bit. You always remind me that I’m loved... it’s why I married you.” 

“Really?”

“Of course. Baby, you told me you loved me within our first four dates. It was so cute because you were still learning to navigate love and healthy relationships... we both were, and still are, but here I had the big, scary lady of Zaun and she was looking at me like a puppy and telling me that she thought she was falling in love with me. I think that was the moment when I truly felt like I had found my person in you. And well... the rest is really history. By the time you asked me to marry you, I couldn’t say anything but yes.” 

She had idly reached for her wedding band that she always wore on a chain around her neck, fiddling with it as she looked up at you in her lap, “You never once like... entertained saying no? Or maybe waiting a little longer?” 

“Never. I knew when I met you that I had to snatch you up and it was just my luck that you seemed to have the same thought process when it came to me. I love you. And that’s not changing. So yes, I mean it when I say I wanna have your children, or that I love you more than anything, or that I’d do anything you asked of me because you’re... you’re everything to me, Sev... and I know that when it comes to us talking about kids it’s hard for you... but you’ve given me so much and I wanna give you the same thing in return. If given the chance, I wouldn’t change a thing about our relationship... well...” 

Her eyes snapped up to you from her ring as worry laced through her features, “Well?” 

You snickered, placing a gentle kiss to the bridge of her nose, “If I could go back, I would make sure I’d asked you to marry me before you could ask me.” 

“You’re so,” she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile as you shut her up with another little kiss. She pulled you further into her lap with a happy little sigh, “I love you, dream girl.” 

You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder as you wrapped an arm around her, your other hand coming up to her chest, fingernail tracing along her collarbone, “I love you too.” 

“Done eating?” 

You nodded, patting your stomach, “May or may not be a baby-baby in here, but there’s definitely a food baby in here.” 

The way she perked up almost like a little kid was too cute as she asked, “I did good?” 

The sated and full sigh you let out was all the answer she really needed, but you furthered it as you spoke, “Fuck yes...”

She rubbed your back with one hand, her other one grabbing hold of your hand to kiss each of your fingertips, “You’re so cute. It wasn’t even all that, mama.” 

“Uh-huh, it was gourmet. My compliments to the chef.” 

She raised a brow, voice full of ulterior motives and that all-too-familiar lilt as she muttered, “If you weren’t clearly about to fall asleep, I would ask for some better compliments, you know.” 

You quirked a brow sleepily, looking up at her through low and hooded eyes, “Huh?” 

“Alright, c’mon. To bed with you,” she prodded, adjusting her hold on you to pick you up with your legs wrapped around her waist. 

You instinctively looped your arms around her neck, pressing a few kisses to it as you hummed, “I love you.” 

“So I’ve noticed. I love you too.” 

“I love you.” 

She chuckled, “I love you too, baby.” 

“I love you.” 

She used her foot to push open the door to your shared bedroom, nodding as she used her foot to close the door once more, “Uh-huh, I love you too, dreamy. What’s up?” 

You shrugged as she sat down on the edge of the bed with you in her lap again, “Just feel like I haven’t said it enough today, you were at work all day, baby. Gotta reach our quota.” 

“We have a quota?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded against her shoulder, eyes closed as you planted lazy kisses against whatever skin was closest to you. 

Her breath hitched in her throat and she assumed a firmer grip on your hip as she hummed, “And what exactly would that number be?” 

“We say ‘I love you’ at least 76 times a day. And we kiss at least 280 times.” 

She chuckled, hand stroking along your hip and thigh as she nodded, “And where did you get these numbers from? Your ass?” 

“I’ve always counted.” 

That shut her up before she asked her next question a few moments later, “Are these exact numbers?” 

“An average. I did say ‘at least’.” 

“Huh.... you’re gay.” 

“Okay, but you married me so what does that say about you?” 

“That I did.” She turned to press a kiss to your forehead, just below your hairline before resting her head against yours, “I love you, dream girl.” 

You melted in her arms, nuzzling into the crook of her neck as you tightened your hold around her waist, “I love you...” 

“I love you,” she called again with a soft lilt in her tone as her thumb traced circles at the side of your hip. 

A heavy blush was creeping up from your chest, your skin growing warm as you let out a shaky breath, “I love you...” 

“You okay?” 

“Uh-huh...” 

“Words, mama.” You huffed and she shook her head, “No, ma’am. Talk to me. You goin’ to sleep on me?” 

“No.” 

“No?” 

You shook your head against her, “Mh-mh.”

She just chuckled, rubbing your back with one hand as she cradled the back of your head with the other, pressing kisses into your hair, “Whatever you say, mama.”

Sevika’s pregnancy scares were probably a lot more than she realized, but with little actual knowledge of her body, and the compounding factor of probably the world’s most irregular cycle, she spent the majority of her tween, teen, and young adult years none the wiser to any of the times where her body was seemingly contemplating the creation of a child. 

Until it started. 

At first, it was just a random nausea spell here and there. 

Then the nausea grew constant, the smallest smells setting her off with this horrible gagging. 

And then she threw up. 

All she could think of was what she was supposed to do when her father found out. No, no... he couldn’t find out. 

Flashbacks of that day when she was 6 have been haunting her since the first day of nausea. The intensity all but doubled when she woke up running for the toilet. 

Terrified didn’t even begin to cover the amalgamation of emotions Sevika was feeling when she realized what was going on with her. 

She thrust herself into ‘working’. Unsure of how far along she was and unable to actually find out, she decided to swallow down her daily morning sickness whenever it cropped up if she could, and when she couldn’t, she was straight to the nearest toilet. 

That didn’t stop her father from finding out. 

Sevika was sat on the bathroom floor, groaning under her breath after being unable to force herself to swallow her vomit back down. She was too weak and out of it to scramble and get herself together. 

If it wasn’t bad enough that she’d thrown up- didn't even get the chance to flush the toilet yet- her lack of reaction to his presence only further incensed the already drunk and irate man that called himself her father. 

It was a shitshow. 

Sevika was hemmed up by the collar of her shirt, his fist shaking as he barked in her face, questioning if this was why she’d been ‘underperforming’ lately. Too stunned to speak and reeling from the sudden yanking up from the floor, she sputtered, dizzy with a pounding headache as she tried to form a response. 

The more she floundered to actually engage with him, the more angry and downright belligerent he became. 

As always, he didn’t see his daughter, shaking under his grip of her collar.

No, he saw the extra mouth he’d been having to feed.

He saw the reason his wife was dead. 

He saw red. 

By the time Sevika found her words to even begin attempting to answer his barrage of questions and demands, his fist was already connecting with her face, his grip on her shirt the only thing saving her from ending up sprawled on the bathroom floor. 

It was going to be a beating for the books.

You didn’t even realize it when she’d laid you down in the bed on the pillows, tucking you in, until she was sliding into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind with a kiss to the back of your shoulder, “Hm?”

She shook her head, reaching a hand into your robe to hold one of your breasts as another kiss was planted to the side of your neck, “Go to sleep, mama. I just had to go get out of my work clothes.”  

You let out a little groan, turning in her arms to nestle into her, your face tucked under her chin as you mumbled, “Hmmm... g’night.... love you...”  

With a little chuckle she pressed kisses into your hair, rubbing your lower back as she whispered against you, “Good night, my love. Sleep well.”  

You didn’t sleep very well at all.  

Along with the aches and random pains in weird places in your body- a tugging in your lower abdomen that also had a random stabbing along with it, back pain, an almost constant headache, and just a general discomfort and ache in your body- you also had this constant metal taste that was like having a mouthful of rusty change in your mouth at all times.

You were constantly waking up throughout the night from the discomfort, the violent urge to brush your teeth to purge your mouth of the vile metallic tang plaguing you. This, compounded with your incessant gagging, had you growing nauseous with the mere thought of your toothbrush starting to make you want to dry-heave.

You were presently standing over the sink, tears in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself to gargle some mouthwash after having thrown up for about the fifth time since you woke up in the middle of the night.

Sevika, ever the stony sleeper, had no idea until she rolled over, finding your cold spot in the bed next to her. She groaned, calling out in a sleep-filled voice, “Baby, what’re you doin’? Come back so we can cuddle...”

You huffed, gripping onto the counter of the bathroom sink, fighting the urge to dry-heave again, “I’ll be back in a second....”

You could hear her trudging footsteps coming closer to the bathroom until she was coming up behind you, rubbing your back and pulling hair out of your face, concern and sleep both written on her features, “What’s wrong, baby?”  

“I just.... I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head, pushing her hand away before grabbing the capful of mouthwash.  

“You can’t lie to me, dream girl. You’re crying, you’re pale... you look like shit and you’re supposed to be asleep right now. Talk to me.”  

“I’m in pain, gagging now has nausea with it, I just threw up, so now I gotta wash that out of my mouth, but that’s still not going to get rid of this fucking taste in my mouth and I just-”  

“Hey,” she moved to stand right in front of you, hands on your arms as she rubbed them to try and calm you back down, “Avalanche, you’re spiraling, dreamy. Take a deep breath with me and we’ll go sit down and talk, okay?”  

You nodded as you looked up at her, taking a shaky but somewhat deep breath along with her as she nodded along, continuing to rub your arms with her thumbs tracing circles.  

You let out a hiccup when you went to exhale and the second the tears started to brew again, she shook her head, “No, no, eyes on me... You’re safe... you’re okay, I promise. I’m here. You are okay, you’re doing so well, my love. Let’s try again, okay? Deep breaths.”  

It took a few more tries before you finally relaxed in her hold, wrapping your arms around her. She brought one hand up to play in your hair, the pads of her fingers rubbing your scalp as her claws on her mech hand trailed lightly up and down your back.  

She ended up taking you to the kitchen, sitting you down as she made you a glass of water with two and a half ice cubes- just the way you liked it after an episode like that, holding your free hand and kissing your knuckles and fingertips as you drank with your other hand.  

When you sat the glass down, she stepped between your legs, still stroking her thumb over the back of your knuckles, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll talk. If you don’t wanna talk, we can go back to sleep. If you want a distraction, we can watch something, or I could read you something. Just let me know, okay?”  

You nodded, reaching up with your other arm for her to come closer. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaning into the embrace, wrapping you up in her arms. The two of you remained that way for a few quiet moments until you looked up at her with a sniffle, your chin on her chest, “Sev?”  

“Yes, dreamy?”  

“Can you read to me in bed?”  

“Absolutely, baby. Do you wanna stay with me while I grab a book or go get comfy?” You held onto her tighter and she nodded, stroking your hair, “Alright, I got you.” She moved so that she could give you a piggyback while she grabbed a book. She ran her finger over the titles, moving on to the next one when you let out a little ‘mh-mh’ sound at each one until giving a nod when she got to a book you wanted to hear.  

Once you were both back in bed, Sevika sat up against the headboard with you lying on your stomach between her legs curled up into her chest, she started reading the book, her voice still rather raspy from sleep. She held the book in one hand, her other one up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of her fingers and only moving to flip the page.

Eventually, you closed your eyes, enjoying the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your head and the feel of her fingers on your face. Unconsciously, you took hold of her hand, fiddling with her fingers. She paused in her reading to check in, “You okay?”  

“My mouth feels empty,” you lamented softly, the traces of whining laced in your voice.  

She kissed your temple, “You’ve got my fingers, mama. Do you want me to keep reading?”  

Sevika was no stranger to your occasional bouts like this. You hadn’t had a panic attack like that in a while, but usually when you did, you came out of them feeling very subby, not saying much, and your oral fixation would kick up, usually leading you to say things like ‘my mouth feels empty’. 

You nodded in response to her question as you closed your eyes again, softly sucking and gnawing on her index finger. She smiled as your breathing evened out, setting the book aside as she pulled the covers over you both, allowing you to keep her finger before she picked the book back up.

A little groan left you as you took one more finger into your mouth, shifting atop her with your right arm wrapped around her. She shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’m right here, dream girl... I’ll never let you go... promise...”

First, he punched.  

Blow after blow into her face.  

To this day, Sevika still has the slightest taste of blood that crops up in her mouth for no apparent reason from time to time.  

It was clear that he was just making himself angrier with each hit, the strikes growing more violent and frenzied the more he spoke, barking at her about bringing another unwanted mouth into the household, about how she was still going to have to work. How could she be so foolish as to allow something like this? Half of his yelling barely made any sense but one thing was clear- he was saying that she’d gotten pregnant on purpose, trying to get out of pulling her weight around here. 

His grip started to shake on her collar until he’d thrown her to the floor, too lazy to bend over and keep using his hands, so here came the infamous worker’s boots, smashing into her stomach and chest with seemingly reckless abandon- yet somehow still managing a concentration of kicks to her stomach. Sevika curled in on herself slightly, instinctively going to guard her stomach which left her chest open.  

There was a sick crunch with each kick there, blood bubbling up out of her mouth as her body was wracked with coughs, the blood spattering across the floor with each one. Her father stopped for a few moments, leaning against the wall to catch his breath as he wheezed. 

"You... are fuckin'.... pathetic..." he huffed, turning back around to prod her face with his foot. 

He spat down at her as she lay there, voice gruff as he all but growled, “Get the fuck up.”  

Sevika was already weak when he came in, having been throwing up essentially all morning before he'd come in to find her when he got home. It hurt to even breathe, ribs threatening to puncture her lungs with every shallow breath she managed, let alone for her to actually get up off the floor. 

She didn’t move.  

He gave her a shove with his foot, pushing her onto her back as his voice got louder, “Did you not hear me, bitch? Get the fuck up!”  

Tears brewed at the back of her eyes. She always says the back because she learned early on not to cry. He hated that almost more than he hated her. 

With a great amount of effort, she rolled onto her side, then her stomach before bracing her hands against the floor to push herself up, low grunts and huffs escaping her the whole way.  

She barely got a few inches off the floor before he used his foot once again to kick her, knocking her back down, “Get up.”  

It was getting harder to hold those tears.  

She wasn’t foolish enough to hope that actually ending up pregnant would change things. She never hoped for anything. But some subconscious part of her did. While she had no plans on keeping the child, not that her father would let her anyway, something deep within her secretly wanted to.  

Her arms were wobbly, weak as she started to push up again. Each time she started to get up as he was demanding, he’d kick up under her, right into her stomach.  

She knew what he was doing.  

She didn’t want to lose the baby.  

Not like this.  

But she couldn’t do anything.  

For years after his death, she berated herself for not killing him sooner.  

After all if she had...

To say you had a disgusting cocktail of things seemingly going wrong with you would’ve been an understatement. 

You were locked in an almost unending cycle of sorts. First, you’d feel so nauseous it was almost like you were seasick. Then you’d throw up, which meant you had to brush your teeth after, lest the unceasing metallic taste be joined by vomit, which meant more gagging and possible throwing up. Then to make you feel even worse, now your gums were bleeding. 

And there was the pains. 

Sevika could barely keep up, but she was doing her best. She went into work less often, explaining the situation to Silco. When she did go in, he kept her for shorter hours, having her back home to you before afternoon. 

You guys were still awaiting your now questionably late period when you called from the bathroom one morning, “Baby?” 

“Yes, mama?” 

“Can you bring me a liner from the closet?” 

“You dropped?” 

“I think?” 

She entered the room with a liner in one hand and fresh panties in the other, “You think?” 

“It’s never been this light before. It’s not spotting, but it’s not my usual first day either,” you explained, letting her see the red and brown that now stained the panties you were wearing initially before you tossed them across the bathroom and into the hamper, taking the fresh ones and the liner from her with a soft ‘thank you’ as you changed.

She leaned against the sink, clearly studying you, trying to rack her brain for any sort of explanation. 

“This just started?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Hm.” 

“What are you thinking about over there? I’m not dying, am I?” 

She looked at you like she could kill you before whatever this was did, “Don’t talk like that. I’m just trying to make sense of this. Perhaps we should visit your mom...” 

The last line was muttered more to herself, but you responded all the same. Your mother was a doctor. More than that, she was a pretty damn good one, and she specialized in childbirth and care. She’d helped numerous women through what could’ve otherwise been fatal pregnancies, not to mention you come from a very... fertile line of women. 

“Would that make you feel better if I did?” 

She nodded immediately, “Yes, please. If anyone will know what’s going on with you, it’s definitely her.” 

“You know that’s a six-day trip, right?” 

“Don’t care. I’ll work something out with Silco if need be, but I need to know what’s going on with my girl. Start packing when you get out of here, I’ll be back in 45, okay?” 

You huffed, grumbling to yourself, “Watch it just be somethin’ stupid."

“Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, dream girl. Don’t make me fuck a reminder into you when I get back.” 

“You’re leavin’ without my kisses? Do y’even love me anymore,” you wailed dramatically. 

You could almost sense her playful eye-roll as you heard her steps clunking back toward your shared bedroom. She bent down to meet you as you placed the liner into your new panties, pressing two kisses to your lips, “Happy now?” 

“No,” you pouted, your bottom lip poked out as you looked up at her sadly. 

She stooped down to your level, face softening, “What’s wrong, my love?” 

“You only gave me two kisses....” you whined, dead serious. 

Her face fell and she pushed your knee, “Don’t scare me like that, I thought something was really wrong, dreamy. Mmmmwah, better?” 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as she planted a very audible kiss on your lips, nodding, “Yes, thank you. And insufficient kisses it very much serious business.” 

“Yeah, when it’s you depriving me, not the other way around. Hurry and get ready, okay? The sooner we figure out what’s going on with you, the better.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll be fine. Go talk your way into going with me,” you waved her on, getting up from the toilet as you flushed with one hand, turning the sink on with the other to wash your hands. 

She got maybe three steps away from the door before she was back in the bathroom, tugging your face to hers for a searing- almost teasing- kiss as she muttered before pulling away, “I love you, lock the doors and windows, I’ll be back soon, okay?” 

Despite already missing her presence with her standing right in front of you, you managed a smile, pecking her lips once more, “Hurry, Sevi. The longer it takes you to leave, the longer I have to be here by myself.” 

“Say it back first,” she mumbled against your lips, the two of you still trading kisses back and forth. 

You pressed a lengthier kiss to her lips, looking up at her with a whisper, “I love you...” 

She tilted her head to rest her forehead against yours, closing her eyes, “I’ll be back, okay?” 

“Sev-” 

“I’m fine. I’ll be back.” 

She quickly suppressed the brewing tears, heading to go ask Silco for some time off to make the trip.

Sevika spent that night on the bathroom floor, bloodied and bruised, still coughing up blood periodically as she cradled her stomach, praying to whoever was out there that she didn’t die on that floor. 

She didn’t die. 

Even more, neither did her baby. 

Sevika wasn’t excited. 

She wasn’t happy to be bringing this life into the world. 

Sevika was petrified about the mere idea of it all. 

If she kept the baby, there was the chance her father would kill the baby, or worse, the baby would end up being abused just as she was. She couldn’t have that happen. 

But did she truly want to give it away? 

If the baby was lucky, it would end up being sent topside to Piltover. It’d be safe there as much as she hated to think about her child ending up being a topsider. 

But more likely than not, the kid would end up just in the system. Sent off from home to home around the Lanes. Or even worse, the kid could end up being one of the many orphans on the street. 

Sevika didn’t know what she wanted. Or what she would do. 

To make matters worse, her father acted as if she weren’t even pregnant in the first place. 

She was still working, now having to do even more ‘work’ to make up for the “lackluster performance” from the week she first found out she was pregnant. She was also working at home again, something she hadn’t done much since she’d become an adult. 

It took months for her to begin showing, and by the time she had, it was almost as if her father intended for her to keep the baby. The physical abuse was now reduced to the occasional slap or hair snatch here and there, and though the verbal and emotional abuse intensified in its place, he’d begun seemingly making room for the new addition. 

He was by no means happy about the prospect of his daughter having a child. But the way he saw it, that was another worker to bring money in to fund his drinking, gambling, and other vices. 

The way Sevika saw it? She'd rather die than let her child go through the same things she did. Whether this was something she wanted or not, she knew that if she had to have this child, she’d protect it with her life.

It’s nowhere near the first time you’ve had to make this trip to see your mom. 6 days there, 6 days back. 

The majority of your journey is spent with your symptoms playing a twisted game of roulette, alternating between which ones will be your biggest issue that day. 

You’re a constant mess of tears, throwing up, gagging, whining, and for the life of you, you cannot stop peeing, only to end up releasing barely a trickle if even a few drops. 

You’re tired. 

Sevika is also tired. 

Your wife wasn’t much of a caregiver when the two of you met. She wasn’t the worst, but it was clear that she was still very much learning. By now she's got it pretty much mastered.

She’s been holding you through everything, offering up massages, cuddles, and her fingers whenever you’re starting to get too overwhelmed by all the different compounding symptoms of what’s looking more and more like a pregnancy. 

That’s when the nosebleeds started. 

You’ve never had a nosebleed before. Aside from getting your nose broken that one time, you’d only ever dealt with Sevika’s nosebleeds that she gets during the winter from her nostrils drying out. But you? Never had it happen. 

However, you knew what it meant. 

It ran in the family. Bloody noses and sensitive- sometimes bleeding- gums were some of the earliest pregnancy symptoms within your family. If you didn’t know based on your other symptoms, all other weird yet slightly common symptoms of pregnancy, you definitely knew now. 

You were both in your hotel room, the last stop before the final half-day stretch that would get you to your mother’s house, your back to her front as she trailed her fingers over your stomach, muttering affirmations and praises under her breath at how good you’d been holding up when you felt what you thought was your nose running. 

You reached up to swipe at your nose with a sniff, pulling your sleeve away to find red now smeared across it, “Oh no...” 

She sat up with you, eyes going wide, “Baby?” 

You held your nose, pinching the bottom of your nostrils as you cupped your other hand under your chin, holding your head forward while running to the bathroom. 

It’s not an overwhelming amount of blood. You’ve seen Sevika come home with much worse from particularly bloody brawls at The Last Drop for sure. But to your wife? You may as well be dying. 

Sev is right on your heels, a face towel in her hands already being run under some warm tap water as she pulls you in front of her, taking hold of your chin with her mech hand and assessing the situation as she cleans your face with the towel in her other one. 

“This isn’t normal.... d’you think we can leave tonight? Get a jump on some answers? I’m worried about you.” 

“Baby, it’s just a nosebleed. I won’t bleed out by morning. It’s not even bleeding anymore.” 

She shakes her head, turning your face side-to-side face for signs of any bruising or other things that may be outwardly wrong with you. When she finds none, she starts to gently prod at your nose with a finger, pushing against the bridge and around, “You don’t get it, dreamy. You don’t get nosebleeds. I get those like an orphan gets the cold and flu. Not you... I don’t know a single person in the Lanes who’s just never had a nosebleed like you... I’m scared.” 

While you were now very certain about being pregnant, you wanted to wait to tell her, so you simply took hold of her arms- standard panic protocol between the two of you- as you spoke gently, “Baby, there’s a lot of things going on with me that just aren’t normal for me, but that’s why we’re on this trip. We’ll get answers in the morning, okay? Breathe for me, deep breaths.” 

Sevika’s barrage of questions and worries fizzle out on her tongue as she locks in with you, mumbling a small, “Avalanche,” as she takes a deep breath in time with your own. 

“There we go, my love. What can I do for you to make you feel a bit better right now? If you wanna get back on the road, we can. Or we can go cuddle and I’ll braid your hair. Or we can watch our show. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know, okay?” 

She closed her eyes as she took a final breath, opening them once she blew it back out, “Can you braid my hair and we watch our show?” 

“Of course, baby. Come on, relax time. If my nose bleeds again tonight, we’ll get up and head on immediately.” 

The two of you ended up back in bed, Sevika’s head in your lap as you gave her a few braids to pull back into two little pigtails in place of her usual half pony, you guys’ show playing in the background of her giving you updates on the things she’s gotta do for Silco when you two return back home. 

“And then he was literally all whiny talking about how he needs me to come in at some point when we get back so I can go head up the factory and take stock.” 

You snickered, pulling a hair tie around her first little pigtail, “We need to get this man a calculator class or something. Oh, remind me it’s time for a trim when we get home, your undercut is practically long enough for me to braid it too.” 

She rolled her eyes, rolling over in your lap to face you so you could do the other side of her hair, “Oh hush, it’s not that long.” 

“Nah, I’m just being extra.” 

“I love you...” 

“I love you too.” 

She squeezed her eyes closed, gritting her teeth, “I love you...” 

You noticed the tense in her jaw, voice softening, “I love you more, baby.” 

“Avalanche,” she said meekly, fist gripping your shirt.

You set your comb aside, pulling her up and into your arms as you wrapped your legs around her, allowing her to bury her face in your chest. Slowly rocking side to side, you stroked her hair with one hand, holding her tightly with your other arm as you pressed kisses to her temple and along her hairline, “I got you, Vika.... I’ll never let you go.... never leave... You’re safe... I love you... I’m always going to love you... nothing you do will change that... We’ve been married for so long now... We’re planning babies... We’re still gonna get our homestead... And you can have your animals... I’ll have my fruits and veggies... Me ‘n you, baby...” 

You kept whispering little reassurances, reminding her about you guys’ life plan, the things the two of you have already accomplished together, the ones still to come, all while rocking her and playing in her hair. She was holding onto you for dear life. You’d been waiting for it to hit her again, knowing what time of year it was. 

When her breathing evened out and her grip on you relaxed just the tiniest bit, you pulled back slightly, cleaning the crust from her eyes with your shirt before pulling the article off, tossing it to the floor. You finished her cute little pigtails while she slept, pausing to press a kiss to her nose every time she started to stir a little bit. 

You watched a few more episodes of you guys’ show, making sure to put it back to where it was when she fell asleep before you relaxed as well, pulling the covers up over the two of you. 

With a final kiss to her nose, this one earning a soft smile in her sleep, you leaned your head against hers before following her to sleep, mumbling, “Sweet dreams, my love... You’re gonna be a great mother...”

Pregnancy was... well... 

Sevika wasn’t sure how to describe her pregnancy. She was in such a weird place after the initial day of her father finding out that she wasn’t sure what to make of anything. 

One moment, he was “caring” for her- which really just meant not beating the shit out of her and pimping her out- and the next he was either acting like she didn’t exist or, again, human punching bag. 

As far as symptoms, her vomiting didn’t last very long, took her maybe two weeks after that day for her to get a handle on forcing her morning sickness back down no matter what. 

She really didn’t get the chance to think about it much. Sure, she had aches and pains. Sure, she had cravings. Sure, she was in and out of bathrooms like it was nobody’s business. But, those were all just minor- trivial things that ranged from annoying to slightly inconvenient at times. 

The hard part was delivery. 

Sevika delivered her daughter herself. 

Alone, in a back alley, deep in the very heart of Zaun. 

Giving birth hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before and anything she’d ever feel after. 

Sevika didn’t know much about her body. 

Besides the hateful things spewed about it from her father, the lustful words from her “clients”, and the few things she’d managed to sneak and read back when she was younger, she actually didn’t know much about how her body worked, let alone pregnancy. 

But something seemed to come over her. 

It was as if suddenly she knew everything she needed to have her baby safely. 

Yes, she was giving birth in a dirty alleyway- the whole of Zaun was dirty, it was unavoidable- but even through the pain she was... calm. 

She wasn’t worried about someone finding her and interfering. She wasn’t worried about her father. 

All she cared about was making sure her baby made it out into this world. 

And she did it. 

With nothing but a lighter, a shoelace, a pocketknife, and some stolen whiskey, she delivered her baby. 

A girl. 

She always wanted to have a daughter when she was little. 

She told herself that she’d have a girl so she could give her all the love and care that her father never showed her. 

She named her Mieko. 

Sevika didn’t know who the father was before now. 

And even though Mieko was but a newborn, she knew. 

This baby belonged to her father.

The next morning was a rush. 

Sev wanted to get to your mom’s as soon as possible. She didn’t say anything about last night aside from asking if your nose had bled any more after she fell asleep, and you didn’t mention it either. 

But the cloud still hung. 

You noticed her fiddling with the two shell casings that hung from the same chain as her wedding ring. Every so often her hand would stray up to her neckline, fingers practically searching for the items that sat just beneath the fabric of her shirt. Each time you just gave her mech hand a little squeeze, kissing the back of it just the same as you would her flesh hand. 

She was thankful you didn’t pry. You never did, actually. Sure, you knew what the casings held within them, and even more you knew exactly what it meant when she started to play with them, but you didn’t bother her about it. You gave her breath and space to grieve in her own way, never pushing for answers, never making her feel weak for showing her sadness. It was one of the many reasons she loved you so much. 

Naturally, the somber mood slowly started to lift the closer the two of you got to your mother’s place of residence. You knew Sev was only mostly trying to distract herself, but you also knew how much she and your mother adored one another. 

Presently, she was still fiddling with that chain of hers, rubbing the casings between her fingers as she spoke, “D’you think she’ll try and keep us here if it turns out we’re just having a baby?” 

“As if you’d be opposed. The way you two act, people would swear I was the one who married in.” 

She chuckled, sticking her tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because moms prefers me. I’m just that guy.” 

You rolled your eyes, playfully mushing her in the face, “Literally die. Don’t ever say some stupid shit like that again.” 

“Or what?” 

“No booty.”

“What?!” She cried incredulously, immediately on her knees, “C’mon, mama, you know I was just playing. ‘M sorry...” she trailed, looking up at you with puppy eyes. 

You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you as you pulled her up by her chin, being sure to press your lips to hers when she got close enough before she was once again standing over you, “You gotta be nice to me, okay? I’m 65 percent sure mom wrote me out of her will to put you in it.” 

She rolled her eyes playfully before leaning down to kiss you once more, “Oh, please, even if she did you already know I’d just give it all to you anyway.” 

“True, true.” 

“You ready?” 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Hell yeah. If you end up not being pregnant we’ll just try again when we get home... so long as you’re not dying or something.” 

“What if I was?” 

“Don’t make me beat your ass, dreamy.” 

You gasped dramatically, “You tryna eat my ass?!” 

“I most certainly would hope not.” 

The two of you immediately forgot about the little argument that was about to start as you both raced to get to your mom first from where she stood on her porch. 

“Mommy,” you exclaimed as you launched yourself into her arms. 

She let out a dramatized grunt as she wrapped you up in her embrace, squeezing you tightly, “I wish you’d have told me you were coming before I felt you. Would’ve made your favorites.” 

“Sorry, it was kind of an emergency.” 

Sevika cut in, tugging you out of the way, “Yeah, kinda like you hogging moms right now.” 

Your mother snickered, squeezing Sev just the same, “You two need to be nice and stop fighting over me all the time. You both know that I love you equally.” 

“But Sev’s not even-” 

“What did I just say, gummy?” 

You huffed, folding your arms as you grumbled under your breath, “I can’t stand either of you.” 

When the two finally released each other, your mother turned her attention back to you, raising a brow, “Sevi, baby, can you do me a favor?” 

“Anything, moms.” 

“Go to the garden and gather the vegetables I’ll need for stir fry, please. I’ll be in the kitchen after I finish with this one,” she requested, eyes never leaving you as she seemed to be scrutinizing you. Sev left with a kiss to your cheek and another to your mom’s temple before she practically skipped away into the garden like the overgrown kid she really was. 

“Do you have something you wanna tell me?” 

“What do you mean, ma?” 

“You’re choosing that card? Step into my office, gummy.” 

You bit your lip as you followed after her into her home office, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie, “I swear to you, I don’t think I’ve got anything worse than a cold-” 

“Sit down,” she instructs, not looking to play these games with you. You shut up immediately, sitting back as she takes your vitals, “Last period?” 

“9 weeks ago.” 

“6 weeks late, huh?” 

“I know what you’re thinking and-” 

“Did you know I’ve been dreaming about fish for a month now? Tiny little fish swimming around with tadpoles.” 

You looked up at her as she handed you a cup, “Seriously, ma? I’m literally your only gay child.” 

She raised a brow, “What does that have to do with me? Piss. I’m testing everyone, it hasn’t just been you.” 

“So you tested Ky?” 

“Sure did.” 

You rolled your eyes the moment your back was turned, a slipper promptly smacking you in the back of the head, “Ow! I didn’t even say anything.” 

“You rolled your eyes and you were grumbling in your head about me making your brother take a pregnancy test. Obviously, I tested his wife, genius.” 

You smacked, rubbing the back of your head, “I didn’t even-” she raised her other slipper and you promptly shut your mouth before grabbing her slipper from earlier, handing it back to her. “I started getting the nosebleeds,” you mumbled softly. 

She looked up from her clipboard, voice and eyes softer than before, “Dear, why you know-” 

“That it means I’m pregnant? Yeah... I know...” 

She set her things aside, wrapping her arms around you, “Oh my little girl... all grown up... about to have a little girl of her own.” 

You chuckled through the tears that had begun to fall, “We don’t even know if it’s a girl yet. Not even close to finding that out.” 

 She waved your argument away, rubbing your back, “Did you forget who your mother is?” 

You didn’t answer, holding her a little tighter. Your mom softened, voice quiet as she questioned, “What’s wrong, gummy?” 

“I’m scared...” 

“Of?” 

“All of it.... being a mom... having a kid in the heart of Zaun... what if... what if Sevika falls out of love with me? Or I fuck up and lose the baby somehow? Or-” 

“Excuse me? I know this isn’t how I raised you to think.” 

“I know, but-” 

“No buts. You’re scared of being a mom? Comes with the territory. You’re scared of having your kid in the heart of Zaun? Guess what, baby girl, that’s where my mom had me, and look at how I turned out. You think you’ll somehow breathe wrong and lose the baby, I already know because I know you- you won’t. I’ll check you two out properly before you guys go back home just to be sure everything is fine and in working order with you and your body and the baby.” 

“As for Sevika? Sweet girl, if you think that girl is going anywhere away from you, then you clearly have a lot of learning to do. She looks at you like you’re the very air she needs to breathe; as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars just for her. That girl loves you even more than I do, and you’re my baby,” she chimed, playfully pinching your cheek, “Make no mistake, there’s nothing that could make her fall out of love with you. Not this one. And by Janna, if she does- call me.” 

You chuckled through your tears, letting out a little sigh, “I got this?” 

She gave you a kiss to your forehead, “Yes, sweet girl. You’ve got this. And I’ll be here the whole time, okay? And you’ve got a wife that loves you... You’ll be okay. And if you ever want to move back up here at any time during your pregnancy or after, let me know. My door is always open, you know this.” 

“I know....” 

The two of you stood like that for a good while before you mumbled, “Mommy?” 

“Yes, gummy?” 

“Thank you.” 

She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as she held you a little tighter, “Anything for my girl. I’ll keep the news to myself so you can tell my other daughter, alright?” 

“Thanks... I love you.” 

She planted an audible kiss to your forehead, “Of course, little one. I love you more. Now clean that pretty little face and get yourself together. I’ll tell your wife you’re using the bathroom while we get dinner going, okay?” 

You let out a happy little sigh, giving your mother one last good squeeze, “Thanks, mommy.” 

She gave your stomach a little pat before turning to leave, “Don’t take too long or you know she’ll come find you. Also, you have a cold, sit your ass on the couch when you come out and don’t you dare set foot in my kitchen, you hear?” 

“Yes, mommy. I’ll be out in a second.” 

The door closed behind her and you placed a hand on your stomach letting out a little breath, “Now I’ve gotta figure out how to tell your mom about you, angel.”

2 years. 

Sevika had been hiding her daughter from her father successfully for 2 years. 

She doesn’t know how he found her. She didn’t know then and, to this day, she doesn’t know now. 

She’d returned to her childhood home from a day of “work”, heart falling from her stomach as Mieko came tottering to her, wrapping around her leg. 

For the longest time, fear was the only word she could use to describe that day, but no... it was something more than that. Sevika wasn’t just afraid. She was horrified. Petrified even. 

How long had her daughter been alone with her father? How did he find her? How long had he known about her? Was this his first time coming into contact with her? 

A million questions and terrible scenarios ran through her mind, the soft pat of her daughter’s hand on her leg pulling her from the slow descent into panic. She couldn’t help but smile at her baby, picking her up and smothering her in kisses as the little girl dissolved into giggles. She could feel her father’s eyes watching her every move. 

“You take her to the back room.” His voice was gruff as always, words short and to the point. 

Sevika froze. She knew what was coming for her if she let go of her daughter and faced him alone. She didn’t move, arms clutching onto her child as her heart raced even faster than her thoughts. 

There had to be a way out of this. 

Her father hated repeating himself. His anger was palpable, a churning storm ready to roll through the house as he slammed his fist down, “Back room, now!” 

The loud noise and his elevated voice scared Mieko. She started crying. He hates crying. 

Sevika slowly backed toward the front door, holding a crying Mieko to her chest as she tried to quiet her. 

Wrong. 

Her father was in front of her in an instant, large hands reaching for Mieko. Sevika went to turn around, run back out the door, only to have her face smashed into it, her daughter torn from her arms by his other hand. He shook the crying child, screaming at her to shut up. 

Disoriented with blurry vision, Sevika stood on unsure feet, trying to reach for her daughter back. 

She felt that familiar tiny hand clutch her finger for the briefest of moments before a shot rang out. 

She saw red.

Sevika’s hand strayed to the shell casings around her neck frequently throughout dinner, her eyes misty and sort of far away. Your mother looked to you, wondering what was up with her daughter in law, but you waved off her concern, stroking your thumb over Sevika’s thigh in a show of silent comfort each time she withdrew from the conversation. 

After dinner was finished and the dishes had been put away, your mother left for bed with a kiss to each of your foreheads. You sat on the couch with your wife, rolling a cigar for her as she curled around you, her flesh hand at your stomach, tracing patterns over the bit of skin poking from beneath your top. 

You placed the ‘gar between your lips, lighting it before taking a hit and holding it out for your wife. 

She took it, not hitting it, but studying it before she took a hit, sighing upon her exhale of the smoke. 

“How are you feelin’,” you asked softly, playing with her semi-wavy hair that had been freed from the braids and pigtails you’d made the night prior. 

“Stressed... worried...” she trailed off, voice falling quieter as she passed the blunt back to you, “sad...” 

“Where do you wanna start?” 

She shrugged, unwrapping herself from around you to sit up beside you, “Dunno... it’s all just a lot right now...” 

You leaned your head on her shoulder, taking a couple more hits of the blunt before you passed it back to her, taking up interest in her mech hand as you started to fiddle with the metal, “Okay.... what’s got you stressed?” 

“Everything...” 

“But in particular at this moment?” 

She didn’t answer for a few moments, eyes clouding over again. You gave her mech hand a squeeze, whispering gently, “Hey...” 

“Hm?” 

“You keep leaving me... Talk to me...” 

“Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met?” 

Her mom. 

You gave a small nod, “Entirely possible.” 

“It’s like.... this longing... But it’s more than that because how can you long for something you never truly had? Even worse to miss someone who... who’s not here anymore because of you...” 

Her last sentence was like a ghost, the words dissipating the moment they left her lips. 

“Sevi...” 

“It’s fine, I’m-” 

“No, you aren’t, baby... And you don’t have to be. It’s okay to not be okay... But I wish you’d stop faulting yourself for that...” 

She let out a sigh, holding the blunt out for you, “I know... Just.... can we talk about something else? Or just cuddle and smoke?” 

You nodded as you took another hit, “We can do that.” 

The silence that fell was comfortable, the two of you sharing the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but a roach left. You leaned to place it in the ashtray on the coffee table before moving to lay aginst Sev’s chest. 

Your body was buzzing. It had been a while since you last smoked and you felt that familiar sensation of both floating and sinking into your wife’s body as you lay atop her, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, flesh hand trazing lazy patterns along your spine. 

You tilted your head slightly to look up at her, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, but not really- she was thinking. 

“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered. 

Her grin was immediate as she moved her vision down to you, those silver orbs darkened in her high state, “You think so?” 

You nodded, curling further into her as you closed your own eyes, “So pretty... I hope the baby gets your eyes.”

Sevika is known for being a woman who revels in violence. 

The Scary lady of Zaun. 

She’s the one who kicks ass and takes names- no questions. 

But it wasn’t always like that. 

The shot flipped a switch in her. 

To be quite honest, she’s not sure what exactly killed him. 

Maybe it was her beating him. 

Maybe it was her bashing his skull into the wall. 

Maybe she’d broken his ribs with her kicks, punctured a lung or even better his heart. 

She didn’t know. 

But when the rage had settled and her father lie dead on the floor, she saw her little girl. 

She crumpled, those tears she’d been holding back for so long in her life ripped from her as she held her girl in her arms. 

Those tiny fingers wrapped around her pinky for the last time, matching silver orbs growing dim as Mieko took her final breath in her mother’s arms.

Sevika’s heart stopped in her chest as she froze beneath you. 

You sat up, looking down to find her eyes glossed over, a single tear escaping, “Sev?” 

Her eyes were wide, heart hammering away in her chest, threatening to burst from it as she just barely managed to speak, “You... you’re...” 

You took her hands, nodding as you whispered, “Yeah, baby... I’m pregnant.” 

You were holding back tears of your own. You’d only seen your wife cry once, and that was on your wedding day. Sevika crying was as rare as you getting a nosebleed. 

You cupped her face in your hands, wiping away her tears as they fell. She seemed frozen, eyes faraway again as she whispered feebly, “You...” 

Sevika didn’t know what to say. She had dreamed about this moment, played it out a million different ways in her head. She just knew she’d wrap you up in her arms, a mess of kisses and giggles. But now that it was here, the two of you under the light of the fire in your mom’s living room, she was stuck. 

Her eyes focused on you as you spoke, tears in your eyes, “Hey, come back to me? You okay?” 

No, she wasn’t okay. 

“You’re pregnant...” she whispered, still sounding like she didn’t believe it. 

You let out a soft chuckle, nodding as you leaned in to kiss a line down her nose, ending with her lips, “We made a baby, Sev...” 

There were stars in her eyes as she stared at you. She was never one for flowery language, she’d tried, but she always stumbled over her words or felt like she’d just come off cheesy. Her hands moved to your waist, thumbs stroking the sides of your stomach as she looked up at you, “We did...” 

“We’re gonna be parents...” 

“We are...” she whispered, her words thick as she blinked away a fresh batch of tears. 

You didn’t wipe them away this time. Instead, you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her as she tucked her face into the crook of your neck. If you felt her tears soak through your shirt, you didn’t say anything, fingers combing through her hair as you rocked softly. 

Sevika was swimming through her thoughts in her mind. She was petrified and ecstatic at the same time, but the fear seemed to overtake the happiness by an astounding wave, causing her to press further into you. You simply wrapped your arms tighter around her, pressing a kiss into her hair as you rubbed her back to keep her grounded. 

Her mind was running about a million miles a minute. Flashbacks of her own pregnancy, her labor and delivery in that cramped alley... the few moments of peace and happiness shared with her daughter.... Mieko’s eyes as the life leaked from them... 

Then she thought about you. The life the two of you have settled into together. The day that started all of this when the two of you decided to try for a baby. About all the shit you’ve had to put up with thus far and all the things to come. 

She pulled back to look at you, silver eyes glistening still in the lowlight, pupils blown as she found her voice, whispering under her breath, “Thank you...” 

Your eyes caught on your mother, a soft smile on your face as she mouthed, “I told you so.” 

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