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HCs for Sevika w/ an oral fixation

Ooo baby this one is sin

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This one is based off a hc by @justhereforsubsevika !!! Thank you for the sevi brainrot food my friend 😫

cw: smut. (mostly) bottom!sevika (TEEHEE)

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Those are some of the prettiest, most captivating lips south of Noxus. They were meant to always be wrapped around something; or, parted and filled until she gagged.

She is an absolute munch. She'd live between your legs if you'd allow it. Morning wood? No, morning munchies.

You wake up every morning, without fail, to Sevika peppering your skin with kisses. You can tell sleep is still clinging to her mind like it is yours, because her kisses fade in and out with minute pauses when she nearly falls back asleep for a moment.

And yet, she's still kissing down your body, lingering to lavish your lower stomach with special attention before she rises back to kiss under your ear.

"Can I have it, baby?" She'll ask in a morning voice that could have Janna herself laying back and spreading.

Her fingers are busying themselves teasing the hem of your underwear, and are deftly ripping away the damnable boundary once you emphatically say yes.

She'll always give you those begging eyes while she goes down on you, as if pleading with you for even more of your essence down her throat. She can never have enough of you. Her mind melts away when you're between her lips, all she can comprehend is you, your taste, and how you fall apart in her mouth.

Eating you out is by far her favorite past-time, she would say it's a hobby of hers even, but it's more than even that; it's literally a passion of hers. Sevika daydreams about your pussy, eyes glazing over mid-workday as she traces out your clit in her mind.

MUNCH

Once you two are together, she can't even masturbate without something resembling your pussy with her. In her mouth, specifically.

You get Sevika the custom-made fleshlight as an anniversary gift, handing it to her with a giggle (mostly bc you'd wrapped it in a way where it was very obvious what it was).

"Please make sure I catch you using it," you murmur in her ear with a groan, palming her cunt through her pants to drive home your point. And if bby can do one thing, it's follow orders!

On the night that Sevika first uses it, she gets home a little earlier than you do from work. There's rarely a night where she doesn't need to blow off some steam from dealing with the repercussions of Silco's blunders, or the general headassery of the Chem-barons.

You're not home yet, and she's particularly impatient. She takes the fleshlight out from the nightstand (with a strange sense of bashfulness lol), running her fingers gently over the replica of your pussy lips. She bites her lip, imagining your breathy moans at her light touches.

She lays down on her stomach on the bed, pillow tucked under her hips and propping her pretty ass even further up in the air. She holds the fleshlight with her mechanical hand in front of her face like she's laid between your legs, while the other pumps one of your longer dildos slowly in and out of her pussy…

Sevika doesn't know how she ever touched herself without it beforehand. Stars are shooting around behind her eyes as she traces her tongue over the perfectly-replicated folds of your pussy. There's something so painfully lewd- borderline humiliating- about what she's doing that makes her even more wet.

She loves it, she loves it so much and she's pumping the dildo even faster, her hips bucking as she sucks on "your" clit, eyes rolling back as she swears she can taste you. She can practically hear you cooing her ear, calling her a good girl while your hand strokes over her ass-

Oh, but you are cooing in her ear. And your hand's drifted down to the cock between her legs, taking control and slowing the pace down until she was whimpering. Big, strong Sevika, whimpering.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay, I'm here. Keep eating that little toy of yours out, keep being good."

The little moan of submission she gives shoots straight up your spine, and it takes all of your willpower not to fuck her silly with the dildo. You keep pumping it slowly, bottoming out with each stroke just to hear that restrained whimper in the back of her throat.

Sevika looked so good when you stepped into the bedroom, hips rutting against your pillow as she fucked into herself, face buried in your pussy. She was consumed by you, and it drove you absolutely insane.

You appreciate getting to see from a different angle how she looks when she eats you out. It's so clear that she's eating you out for her own pleasure (the fuckin' brat) rather than your own, as she practically makes out with the fleshlight.

Against all rationale, you're almost jealous. Then you remember, you're in charge.

"Enough of that. Lay on your back." And then, you're climbing up to sit on her pretty face (not without giving her a proper hello kiss first, ofc), leaning over her with a broken moan to continue fucking her with the dildo.

You'd think she hadn't had a proper meal in days with how loudly she moans into your pussy. Her hands clamp down on your hips, pulling you down to smother her face. And suddenly… you're not nearly as in charge as her tongue is.

"B-baby… please, wait, it's so much, oh!" You're whimpering as you rest your forehead on her stomach, your wrist lazily pumping the dildo in and out of her. It's funny how quickly that wicked tongue can break your more dominant spirit.

She won't stop suckling on your clit, muttering "so good, so sweet" in that fucked-out tone of hers that lets you know Sevika's gone. All that's in her place are her whims, all of which have to do with having you in her mouth.

She's pulling your third orgasm of the night out of you, which at that point your throat is raw from screaming and begging for more. You rapidly tap on her thigh, squeaking out a high-pitched string of "please"'s that cause her to release you with a pop.

That puppy-eyed look is back as you two readjust, with you laying back on the bed and her bracketed between your legs. "Was that good?" She asks, her mind still hazy, and sinking back into her subspace as you massaged her scalp.

"So good, Sevi," you praised. She smirked pridefully, dipping down between your legs to give your pussy a kiss. She laughs softly when your hips buck, and you push her face back with a whine.

"The real thing's still better," she says, reaching up to grasp one of your hands as her languid, loving kisses branched out.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 10 · help me please😭 · So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it fo

help me please😭

So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it for. To give you a small description, it was going to be a gothic Victorian style story where readers father is a vampire hunter (a very bad one.) and when he fails to kill (character) he trades reader for his own life. So reader is basically just stuck in this massive old, gothic castle with (character) there is going to be more ofc, but first I need to decide who it’s for…

Left Astray

p2! Pls go read part one as well🩷

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have an awful procrastination problem and I even tend to re write chapters I don’t like, which only prolongs my writing process. Anyways, I hope your wait was worth it, and thank you for the support!

cw: 18+, smut(doesn’t go that far) and that’s really it ig.

Thunder shakes the whole apartment, making it difficult for you to sleep. The last couple of days have been rough on you mentally. For some reason, you’ve been thinking about your mother and your family. Everything’s been triggering you lately, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by Sevika.

So when you appear in her doorway at two am in the morning, she only grunts and pats the space on bed next to her.

“Nightmares again?” She questions. Not feeling like explaining yourself, you meekly nod in response. “S’okay…just stay here with me.”

Sevika likes moments like this. She likes feeling like you need her. Years of running around the undercity for a cause, only to be under appreciated, and harassed by Jinx. But helping you? It’s like it was all worth it. She kept putting up with Silco and Jinx’s bullshit for people like you.

“You know…if you don’t want to, you don’t have to move out so soon… I’m not here most of the day, so you’re free to stay longer.” That excuse was terrible, but she hopes you’ll believe her anyways. “Thanks Sevi..” That’s a new one. “S’no problem bunny rabbit.”

When you’re finally asleep again, Sevika gets up and lights a cigar. To make sure you don’t inhale any of her bad habits, she goes out on the balcony. Looking out at the twilight, Sevika starts to think. Does she really care about you, or is this all to fulfill some hero complex she has?

When you wake up, Sevika’s gone. She’s probably already at work. The bed smells like her, and a little bit of smoke. That’s when you remember: you slept in her bed. You feel hot. Had you cuddled her? You probably looked so pathetic, wanting someone to snuggle like some stupid kid.

You swing your legs over the side of her bed and get up, stepping in something soft. Looking down, you see a pile of her clothes. A tank top, boxers, and socks. What she always sleeps in. You lift the pile, and drop it into the hamper. All except the tank top. It smells like her too. Whiskey, and the distinct smell of cigar smoke.

The sky is unusually blue today. From Sevika’s balcony, you can see its natural color without any smoke in the way.

Sevika’s balcony has become a favorite spot of yours. Now, you’re sitting down in a folding chair enjoying a book she bought you the other day. A romance novel to be specific.

You’ve gotten more comfortable in your mind, and skin. Reading no longer opens an old wound like it used to, and you’re less jumpy. This doesn’t mean Sevika calling you “bunny rabbit” has ceased in the slightest. It’s grown on you.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. Ever since you’ve gotten here, it’s always take out for dinner. Usually because Sevika gets home too late to cook anything, or maybe because she just doesn’t like to. So today, you’ll be cooking.

The whole idea is perfect… Surprising Sevika, your savior, with a nice, home cooked meal. Hopefully she’s impressed. The thought of her smile, and some words of gratitude make you all giddy. So you get to it. Sevika doesn’t have a lot of groceries in her house, but you find what you can.

Your final ingredient list comes out to some pasta, cheese, milk, butter, and a couple garlic cloves. You could make a nice sauce with these.

And so you do. Halfway through dinner, Sevika comes through the door. Shoot. You think. You really wanted to surprise her with the table set and the kitchen not a mess.

While you’re busy lost in your thoughts about how ruined the surprise is, a pair of arms snakes around your waist from behind. Sevika’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head. “What are you gettin up to? Making me dinner?” You continue to stir the pot like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

“yes… it’s just-we always eat takeout so i just thought something homemade would be nice…”

“hmm…haven’t eaten anything homemade in a while..” Her voice sounds slightly distant… like home cooked meals mean something sentimental to her. She unhands you and turns towards her bedroom.

“I’m gonna go change into something not…covered in blood. Call me when dinners ready.” You look over your shoulder in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed the blood stains lingering her clothes, and the bruises on her arms and face.

When you’re sitting across from her eating, you notice more little scratches and cuts all over her.. She’s not acting hurt or upset at all though. Just eating quietly. “Uhm…what happened to you?” You question. Her eyes look up to meet yours and she shrugs. “Ran into someone today… I don’t know where you were a couple years ago, but Vanders girl.. the older one.”

She’s back? You kind of forgot about her after everything that went down… “And you fought with her?” Sevika seems a little frustrated now. “Correction, she jumped me. In the middle of a game too. Just as I won, I get pummeled across the cheek. Damn brat…”

You can’t help your curiosity. “Where’d she go?” Sevika runs a hand through her hair “Hell if I know.. she ran away with some enforcer shootin at me…” “oh wow…” is all you can say in response. You examine her face a little more, and before you know it you speak again. “Do you want me to help?”

“Help with what, bunny?” She raises her eyebrow at you. “Uhm.. with your injuries. You have a first aid, right?” She nods. “If you really want to help I won’t stop you.”

“Hold still..” You press the alcohol soaked cotton ball to a scratch on her cheek. “It stings..” she keeps flinching and turning away. “I know but I gotta clean them! You lean forward in an effort to reach her better. “Just stay still…” Sevika then chuckles. Her hand finds its way to the top of your head and she messes with your hair. “ I feel so special. My very own personal nurse.” The way she’s looking at you makes your heart flutter.

“yeah uh.. I guess I am!” Sevika suddenly pushes against you and sits up, gently holding your wrist to stop you from tending to her. “You have no clue the affect you’ve had on me, bunny. If not for you, I’d probably be smoking a blunt and getting drunk off my ass.” You can’t speak. She’s so close.

“I want to do something to return that” She sounds so sincere. Your voice returns “letting me live here is really enough! Cooking for you and helping you out is just thanks for that.” She shakes her head. “Maybe, but I feel like you’ve done more for me than I have for you.” A silence fills the small space between you. Sevika’s grip on your wrist tightens slightly. She lowers you down slowly, pinning you down by the wrists. “Uhm.. so do you need help with another bruise? Or..”

She kisses you. You’re caught off guard even though you expected it. you don’t resist though, and kiss her back. She’s holding your wrist above your head while her mechanical arm holds you tight against her. “Sev..” is all you can get out when you part before she kisses you again.

After around five minutes of just making out, she finally stops. The both of you are catching your breath. “Such a pretty girl…” Sevika murmurs affectionately, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “You’re not moving out any time soon baby.” You’re in Sevika’s bed again that night. Not because of any nightmare, but because she carried you here right after you finished patching her up. She’s lying on top of you, human hand caressing your cheek, mech hand lifting your shirt. She’s kissing you slowly, occasionally opening her eye’s to look at you.

“So pretty…wanna make you mine…” her lips trail down to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving it a dark purplish-red color. “Sev…” is all you manage to say before she latches onto your right nipple. A whine slips from your lips, and her eyes meet yours. An almost mischievous glint appears in her eyes. She has experience with this. You remember your conversation about the brothel.

She shows your other breast some attention before lowering herself between your legs. “Sev?” She stopped moving. She looks back at you with a concerned look on her face. “Are you…okay with this?” You nod. “Sorry…I shouldn’t have.” She gets up and puts a cigar between her lips, looking for a lighter.

“We don’t have to stop… I wanna keep going.” She looks back at you with the unlit cigar hanging from those lips you wanted back so badly. “It just…feels wrong. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“you’re not! I love you too..” “Don’t say that…” She sighs, and sits back down on the bed. “I never had time for an actual relationship with anyone..I want to do this right for you. Not just casual sex like I’m used to.” You sit up, pulling your shirt down and leaning on her shoulder. “I haven’t had a lot of relationships either. Being homeless never gave me a lot of free time.”

She chuckles and pulls you closer. “Guess we’re both just figurin’ things out huh? We’ll just figure it out together.” You sleep in her arms that night. Things didn’t go any further, but you couldn’t be happier.

Sevika, meanwhile, was feeling conflicted. Is she just taking advantage of the fact that you look up to her so much? She’s not good when it comes to love. So how can she be genuine for you? Maybe this is all some fantasy she has, and once she sleeps with you she’ll stop caring.

Sevika was even surprised with herself. She knew she’d had some commitment issues, but she didn’t know it’d be this bad. She’s terrified to commit, because what if what she has with you isn’t even real love? What if it’s only lust?

“Sev?” Your sleepy voice snaps her out of it. “Uh- yeah?” She looks towards you. “I love you.” She sighs. “I love you too.” Sevika almost feels bad. She sees how your eyes shine when they look at her, or every attempt from you to gain her approval. She wants to love you just as much. All she knows is that she would give her life for you. The beacon of light in her dreary life.

Maybe she can love you.

just as much.

Not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged, but I wanted y’all to know my slow ass finally posted part two

@lift-heavy-be-gay @adora-moonshine

New parent Sevika Hcs!

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆. • New parent Sevika who always makes sure you’re feeling okay ever since you gave birth. She’s taken over almost all the chores, and has become a lot more protective of you.

•New parent Sevika who loves to hold the baby, and also likes to talk to it. Nothing in particular, but sometimes when you sneak up on her, you’ll catch her telling the baby about her day or how to play cards like a pro.

•New parent Sevika who will always take care of the baby if it wakes up at night. She never leaves you to do it. If she thinks you’re still asleep, you may even catch her singing. She has a nice, smooth voice. Definitely an alto.

•New parent Sevika who tries to teach the baby your name. As much as she’d like it to say hers, she prefers seeing your tired face smile even for a little bit.

•New parent Sevika who quits smoking after the baby comes around. Maybe she’s concerned that it’ll breath in something, but you haven’t seen a cigarette since.

•New parent Sevika who doesn’t mind changing diapers, bathing, or feeding the baby when you don’t feel up to it.

•New parent Sevika who is there for you when your emotions take control. She sits with you when you cry, takes the baby when you’re overwhelmed, and lets you have your space if that’s what you need. She will be checking on you though.

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nsfw (not really? Just some lewder things)

•New parent Sevika who loves your breasts even more now. She likes the way they swell up with milk for her offspring. With your permission, she loves to suck on them herself.

•New parent Sevika who helps you pump too. She didn’t like the machine, and insisted that she do it by hand. It’s very intimate, and sometimes results in long kisses and more fondling.

•New parent Sevika who, when you’re physically able to, is so so so gentle during sex now. Like she’s scared she’ll hurt you. She’s constantly asking if you feel good or if you feel any pain.

•new parent Sevika who over the course of your pregnancy till now, has developed a breeding kink. Almost all dirty talk is about having another kid, or milking you.

sneak peak of an Ambessa fanfic I’ve been working on!

Spoil Of War follows you, the queen of a fallen nation becoming a concubine for Ambessa. It is an AU where Ambessa is queen of Noxus. Comment “🗡️” to be tagged when it’s done!

Left astray

Sevika x fem!reader

cw: homelessness, implied off page parental abuse, alcohol, sort of suicidal thoughts? Reader is underweight and trying to gain more, so if weight is a sensitive subject steer clear!

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND AVOID IF ANYTHING IS TRIGGERING❤️

This was it. You were dying. You probably should feel sad, vengeful, or desperate to cling to life, but you just didn’t. At least dying would remove you from the miserable existence that is life.

Homeless, starving, and dirty, you’ve just been rotting away on the streets of Zaun. Even in your final moments, you can’t even look up at the sky for some comfort. You only see smog, neon, and more desolate buildings.

You can’t help but grin. This is pathetic. You’re pathetic. As you finally close your eyes, something or someone interrupts your pitiful death. “Hey. You alright?” You open your eyes. Someone is looming over your cadaverous form, and they squat down next to you.

“I have water if you want.” It’s a woman. She looks stern, but there’s a hint of concern in her face. “I want to die.” Is all you mutter out. She sighs, digs in her pocket, and takes out a cigarette. After lighting it, she sits down next to you. “I get it. I used to think I did too. Watching my home, and the people who live here get trapped in situations like yours..”

“I’m not looking for sympathy.” You say dryly. “That’s fine… But It’s not..I can’t just walk away knowing you’ll be dead by tomorrow.” You cautiously peek at her. “Why? I don’t know you. And I’m sure you don’t go around saving every homeless nobody.” She takes a drag. “You’re right. I don’t… but maybe I should. Its them I’m fighting for anyways..”

Fighting for? What is this lady talking about?…You brush it off and speak again. “what are you gonna do with me?” “Hold still…” Before you can even comprehend it, She lifts you up and starts walking. You’re too weak to even protest, and let the rhythm of her footsteps lull you to sleep.

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You wake up on a tattered looking couch covered by a soft blanket. Something’s strange. You’re wearing a large t-shirt, your skin is clean, and your hair is damp. Have you been bathed? You’re still nearly skin and bones, but you feel a lot better. The apartment you’re in smells of smoke and stale air. Like whoever lives in it doesn’t live in it too often.

There’s a small paper on a coffee table in front of you. It has writing on it, and looks like it was left for you to read. Bold of the author to assume you had enough of an education to read. You did, but only because of your mother. She hated you now. Being reminded of her only caused more pain, so you avoided anything related to her. That included reading.

Nevertheless, you pick up the note and read

Hey, whatever your name is. I don’t mind you crashing at my place since you seem pretty harmless. I’m Sevika, and yes I did give you a bath, no, I didn’t do anything to you. I couldn’t have you smelling like shit and laying all over my stuff. Eat whatever you want, stay out of my closet, and I’ll be back by evening. I’ll know if you fucked around with anything.

Sevika’s handwriting is surprisingly pretty for her reputation around here. In your delirious state, you hadn’t realized that it was her you were talking to. Silco’s guard dog, the Scary Lady, or Murder Machine. You heard all of those less than favorable names referring to her.

But here you were, in her shirt, sleeping on her couch, and being invited to stay till you picked yourself up. What had caused such a random change in her character? Unless she’s just a nice woman and everyone else has her all wrong, this is pretty uncharacteristic. Maybe you looked so pathetic she pitied you.

That evening came fast. The door opening and slamming shut made you freeze mid fridge-raid. “You’re up…” Is all Sevika says as she strides over to you. With a half eaten apple in your hand, you can’t find any words for her. “Not talking anymore? That’s fine. Can I at least know your name?” Your name feels strange and unfamiliar coming from your lips. You haven’t said it in ages. When your priority is just to survive, names aren’t really important.

“Alright. If you want, I can order you something when I pick up my takeout.” She’s giving you dinner now too? You nod eagerly before you even notice. Your stomach growls obnoxiously. “Sorry…” you mutter. She doesn’t reply, and just goes to sit on the couch.

Dinner is awkward. You’re sitting across from her, while trying not to wolf down the greasy, delicious, fat filled burger in front of you. Sevika is wearing reading glasses while combing through an array of documents. Every so often, her eyes look over you just to see what you’re doing.

Once you’ve fed yourself enough to slow down, you try and break the silence. “So uhm…why are you doing this? You’re not exactly known around for being charitable…” Sevika lifts her gaze and takes off her reading glasses. She’s not looking in your direction when she responds. “I guess I just…you…reminded me of someone. Someone from a long time ago.”

What kind of response is that? “And the whole reason I do what I do is to help people like you.” She has a voice that grounds you. There’s no feeling uncertain around such a confident woman. “But don’t go getting any ideas. This doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want.” You’re still confused. Why you? Why today?

That night, you’re sleeping on the couch. Sevika is confidently sleeping in her bed, snoring like a freight train. She knows you wouldn’t dare try anything, given her reputation for breaking limbs. When sleep finally comes, your dreams turn to nightmares. Violent nightmares calling you back to your past. Normally, shivering in a cardboard box would keep them at bay.

You see your mother on that day. screaming at you with enraged purple eyes, trembling, with purple scars crawling all over her body. It took everything from you. Your life, your mother, your home…You wake up in a cold sweat, crying out and wiping tears from your face. Everything’s spinning and you let out a weak whimper. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your back, rubbing in firm circles.

“You’re alright…not out there in the rain anyways..” It’s Sevika. she’s trying her best to comfort you, but you can tell it’s not something she’s used to doing. You don’t even care. You bury your face in her chest and hug her close, crying and gasping from the awful memory.

Sevika is frozen. she seems unsure of what to do with you. One hand rests on your head, and her bionic arm finds your back. “Not so blunt now…Sorry. Too soon.” She remarks. You center yourself, and pull back from her feeling a little embarrassed. “Sorry I woke you…” “ S’alright.”

She sits there with you on the couch until you fall back asleep…

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It’s been one week since you first arrived at Sevika’s apartment. You’ve gained a little weight back, but the nightmares still terrorize you. Sevika’s picked up on the way you flinch when startled, or how uncomfortable you get when she smokes weed or drinks heavily.

It’s clear to her that you have a negative history with substances, so she starts to limit her alcohol when you’re around, and she’ll only smoke on the balcony. You’re worried that you’re being a burden to her. One night, you see her smoking on the balcony, and step outside with her.

She doesn’t say anything, but raises an eyebrow as her way of asking: “What’s up?” You lean your elbows on the railing. “You know… you don’t have to change your lifestyle for me. Letting me just be here even though I’m a stranger is enough.” Sevika takes a drag. “Here in the undercity, it’s important that we stick together. You needed help, so I decided to help you. I’m not going to pry into your damage, but if cutting back on my bad habits makes you more comfortable, I’m fine with that.” She smiles, and faces you. “Besides, having a pretty girl for a roommate ain’t so bad, bunny rabbit.”

You can’t even focus on the fact that she just called you pretty. “Bunny rabbit?” She chuckles. “You’re skittish as hell. M’scared you’ll just faint from shock one of these days.” She’s not wrong about that. You’re used to always needing to be on high alert. Every sound could mean danger.

You only feel more guilty. “Sorry…” your voice cracks embarrassingly. Sevika’s smile drops and she looks over at you. “Oh- I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings... No use feeling bad about it. Let’s just work on getting better, m’kay?” She presses her cigarette to the railing to out it, and puts one hand on your shoulder, leading you back inside. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.”

As time goes by, you start to bond with Sevika. She’ll come home, tell you all about her day, eat dinner with you, and talk until you fall asleep. The nightmares ease too. If you do have one, she’s right there to tell you that everything’s okay.

One afternoon, Sevika gets back early with a shopping bag. You get up off of the couch to greet her. “Sevika? What’s that?” She smirks, and pulls out a pretty dress with spaghetti straps. “Since you came along, I haven’t been to the Last Drop in a while. So, I thought you might wanna come with.” You take the dress from her and admire it. “Sevika… it’s so pretty! But I don’t know… I haven’t been to a bar.” She puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine with me. Trust me. As long as everybody knows you’re with me, you’re safe.”

So, you decide to go with her. When you were getting dressed, Sevika spotted you looking at yourself nervously in the mirror. “Hey… is it too much? I didn’t really know what you’d like…” you turn to her. “No it’s pretty! I’m just… not used to this.” Sevika goes into her closet and comes back, draping a leather jacket over your shoulders. “You can have this for tonight if it makes you more comfortable.”

You feel your face heat up. “…thank you.” She smiles, and pats your shoulder. “No problem bunny rabbit.” The whole walk to the Last Drop, Sevika keeps you close. She glares at anyone who even looks in your direction, and yells threats back at cat-callers. When you finally reach the place, she opens the door for you. “Ladies first.” You smile. “You’re a lady too y’know.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

You weren’t sure what to expect at the bar. Sitting next to Sevika while she throws snide comments at the other card players definitely wasn’t it. She’s winning big time though. Laughing and squeezing your shoulder every time she sweeps another pile of chips her way.

Around an hour later, Sevika is definitely tipsy, but her instincts are sharp as ever. For some reason, more people keep coming to play against her even though she can’t stop winning. This next game looks especially tough. For a moment, you think it’s finally over before she reveals her winning deck. Her opponents jaw drops. Sevika lets out a booming laugh and just pulls you onto her lap like you’re the prize.

“Thought I was in trouble there, didn’t chya, cutie?” She laughs again while you register being seated on her muscular thigh. The other players mutter curses and storm off. “Wasn’t that fun? You didn’t drink any though.” Her large hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t like alcohol.” You respond curtly. Sevika lets you get off of her before she grabs the large sack of her winnings. “Let’s head home. Yeah? sweet thing?” You’re surprised at how casual she’s being with you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the Sevika you’ve heard about isn’t nice and flirty in the slightest.

When you finally arrive at the apartment, Sevika crashes on the couch instantly. She seems like the type to be able to hold her alcohol, but she was being a little excessive today. After all that, you’re tired too. You take off the dress she gave you and slip on one of her shirts. Climbing back onto the couch, you snuggle against her human arm, and let sleep take you.

You wake up slowly. the sunshine is filtering in the room through the window. Sevika’s arm is draped over you like a blanket. It’s heavy. Given your current state, you’re not strong enough to move it. Not that you’d want to anyways. Sevika is usually up earlier than you. Perhaps she’s got a hangover.

With a big yawn, Sevika finally wakes up. She doesn’t say anything to you, despite the rather intimate sleeping arrangement. She stands up, ruffles your hair, and goes to turn on her coffee machine. “You could’ve taken the bed.” She finally says from across the apartment.

“I…didn’t want to.” Is all you can think to say. Sevika walks towards the couch again and plops down next to you. “Why not?” Her gray eyes stare unyielding into your own. “…just didn’t wanna.” You dont want to admit that you wanted to be on the couch with her. You haven’t known each other for very long. Not long enough to cuddling like you’d known her for years. “Okay, bunny rabbit..”

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Sevika was already kind to you before, but now she’s treating you like a pet. When she goes to the store, you know she’s coming back with something for you. Whether it’s a candy, new clothes, or just something she thinks you’d like.

She starts to touch you more too. She says it’s to “help you get used to it.” But every time she brushes her hand against your cheek or holds you by your waist, your heart flutters.

You’ve been living with Sevika for over a month now. Standing on her scale, you wait nervously to see your weight. Healthy. Still some way to go, but you’re not skin and bone anymore. Your cheeks look a little fuller, your skin a little more smooth, and there’s a glimmer again in your eyes.

The door slams shut, making you nearly jump out of your skin. It’s Sevika, but she doesn’t call for you like normal. Curiously, you exit the bathroom to see what’s happened. She’s standing with her hands pressed against he counter, hackles raised, and her muscles are tensed. “Sev?” You approach her and place a hand on her shoulder blade.

“Hey bunny…” She finally acknowledges you. She speaks to you in a soft, low voice that makes your breath catch in your throat. “Sorry if I scared ya…Know how you are. Today was just…Fuck, bunny. I don’t feel like chatting about it.” She pulls you in a hug. It’s sudden, but not unwelcome.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…” you say to her. She sighs, goes over to the couch, and takes off her arm. “Come’ere.” You join her on the couch and she pulls you closer with her right arm. “You know…things have been better round’ere since you showed up.” “Really?” She smiles at you, running her human hand through your hair. “Yeah… if I didn’t have you, I’d probably be de-stressing in some other awful way.” You raise an eyebrow at the vague response. “Like what?”

A teasing grin forms on her face. “I dunno.. maybe by beating up some thugs or even a couple sessions at Babette’s.” Your face contorts into one of shocked surprise. Sevika notices and chuckles. “Yeah I get around, bunny.”

There was no doubt in your mind that it wasn’t true. After all, she’s an incredibly handsome woman. Broad muscular shoulders, and a face that could make your heart melt and your blood run cold depending on its expression. You sometimes fantasized that there could be something more with her, but demeaning thoughts told you that you were only a charity case for her.

She couldn’t truly care about you, because nobody ever did. Sevika notices the sudden shift in your expression. “Hey bunny… you alright?” “Yeah…I’m fine.” She senses you don’t want to be questioned further, and leaves back into her seat. “If you need something, I’m here. Kay?”

You nod, pushing away the thoughts of your yearning, and self hatred, opting to enjoy some peace for the first time in a while.

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Sevika x fem! Y/n: broken marriage angst

part 1

a/n : in reality, I can never see Sevika treating her S/O like this, but I’m a sucker for angst so here this is anyways.

contains: swearing, alcohol abuse, minor pushing and shoving, smoking, maybe manipulation? Idk. If you’re uncomfortable with any of this, please stay away for your own comfort! ❤️

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The rain comes down hard against the shaking windows of your apartment in Zaun. You’re sitting up, waiting on the return of your wife, Sevika. She was meant to be home a while ago, but you try not to worry. Despite that, the anxiety that something’s wrong this time lingers in your mind.

She’s usually late to come home since she’s now Silco’s right hand, and is a lot busier than she used to be. You can’t say you entirely agree with Silco and Sevika, but this job seems to mean a lot to her, so you let any opinions you have go.

The clock strikes again… it’s been an hour, and no Sevika. You know that something’s up for sure, but what can you do? There’s no way you’d last long alone in Zaun past midnight… You try to stay up longer, but you feel sleep pulling your eyelids shut and attempting to quiet your worried mind…

Defeated, you sleepily make your way to the bed you share with Sevika, crawling onto it before collapsing where she’d usually sleep. You can’t help but smell her on the pillows, the blankets, and the sheets. You decide you’ll head straight to Silco’s base the very next morning to find her… if she isn’t back by then…

The faint sunlight filters its way through your halfway drawn blinds. Reaching out, you search for the familiar warmth of your wife, but she still isn’t there. Sitting up immediately, you pull on some clothes, grab a pocket knife, and leave to search for her on your own.

When you finally reach Silco’s place, most of his guards and goons move out of your way. Sevika has always made it clear that you’re with her, and the consequences of your mistreatment won’t be pretty, whether she’s your coworker or not. “Sev? Are you here?” You call out nervously. There’s still no sign of her. You slowly make your way to Silco’s door, cracking it open before pushing it out of the way. Sevika is completely knocked out on the couch.

Your hand goes to your mouth in shock as your eyes wander towards the bandaged bloody stump where her arm used to be. You feel light headed. You might puke, but you steel yourself, and instead focus on her face. “Sev! Are you okay? What happened?!” You say. You don’t shake her, since you think that might hurt her. You press your ear to her chest and breath a sigh of relief when you not only hear her heart pumping, but feel the slow rise and fall of her chest that you missed the night before.

“She’ll live…” A sickeningly familiar voice says from behind you. Whirling around, startled by the intrusion, you see that it’s only Silco. He doesn’t look so good himself either… Not that he ever did to you anyways. “What happened!?” You demand, trying to hide the obvious tremor in your voice. “A plan.. I can’t tell you everything, but Vander’s girl was causing some trouble, and there was…an explosion..”

He walks around the room till he reaches his desk, sitting down in the large chair. “Your..partner, Sevika…She defended me.. probably saved my life. In exchange for well…I think you can tell.” You’re aware of what has been going on the past couple of days. The explosion in piltover, the enforcers running around looking for the suspects, but you have no idea how this is related at all. All you want is for Sevika to wake up and tell you everything’s okay like normal.

“Uggh….shit..” Wish granted. Sevika’s eyes flutter open and she looks around. It’s clear she’s not really there, but you can’t help rushing back to her side. “Sev it’s me! A-are you okay? How do you feel!?” She looks at you strangely, before muttering a curse and going back to sleep. Kind of anti-climactic.

“We had a doctor stop by. She’s on a lot of medication right now, but she should be okay, given I’m giving her two months off..” She just lost her arm.. Only two months!? You think to yourself. However; “Okay..” is how you respond. All you can do is stare down at your wife, who merely furrows her eyebrows in her sleep.

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It’s been some time since the accident. Sevika is back home, and has been for about a week now. Recently, she’s been less affectionate, but you’ve brushed it off as stress, or her getting used to her new disability.

Despite this, you’re trying to be the most supportive wife you can possibly be. One afternoon, you spot her struggling to eat with a spoon. Her left hand was her dominant one after all… You go over to help her, lifting the spoon to her lips and smiling. “Hey. It’s alright I can help you.” She glares at you. “I don’t need your help… I’m not a kid.” You sigh, trying to be patient with her. “I know…but just let me help you right now.” Sevika has never been good at accepting help. She always wants to do things on her own. It’s a quality you find equally endearing, and annoying at times.

“I know that-well, things are going to be different for you from now on. This is all going to take some getting used to, but please, let me help you for now.” You plead with her. Her eyes soften momentarily, before looking away from you with a grunt. She begrudgingly takes the spoon in her mouth, allowing you to help her eat.

Despite some moments of tenderness, things are still pretty rough. She’s drinking a lot more than usual, and completely brushing you off when you try to talk to her about it. One night, you wake up to the loud sound of the TV in the living room. Sevika isn’t next to you.

You get up and head out the bedroom door, finding her drinking what looks like her third beer, and watching some crap on the TV. “What’s with that look, baby~?” She asks with a drunken slur. “You’re drinking again…You’ve already had a lot today.” You say, walking over and sitting down next to her. You hold her remaining hand with your own. “Ah fuck…Just get off my back…” She groans, rolling her eyes at you. “Sev, I just-all this drinking can’t be good for you. I know loosing your arm is rough, but this isn’t the solution! Just please come to bed with me.” You beg her. For a moment her eyebrows raise, before she scowls at you. She roughly shoves you off of her. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion on how i’m dealing with my own shit. Not yours.” She spat. Sevika swears all the time. She has the mouth of a sailor, but this time it feels different. Like the feeling you had when waiting for her to come home that night. A sinking feeling in your stomach telling you something is wrong. Fighting back tears, you stand up and return to bed.

It’s after one a.m. Sevika still hasn’t come to bed. The TV is off now. Is she asleep? You grip your wedding ring tightly. As you twist it around your finger, you assure yourself that this will all brush over. She just needs time…she’ll come around…she still loves me…it’ll be okay…

You jolt awake at the sound of heavy footsteps and the bed bouncing as Sevika plops down. You feel her calloused hand snake around your waist, and pull your back flush against her chest. Her chin comes to rest on the top of your head, and she finally speaks. “Hey…I’m sorry…” She sounds remorseful. Drunk for sure. Sevika is usually good at holding her alcohol. Must have drank a lot tonight…

“I shouldn’t be mean to you… I love you… you know that right?” She presses a kiss to the top of your head. The first one in a while. It stings a bit that it’s not when she’s sober. “Yeah… I know.” You mutter. Sevika mumbles on “ I’m sorry baby. I don’t deserve someone as pretty and sweet as you. I don’t know why you wanted to be with an old lady like me…” She squeezes you tighter. Sevika is only thirty three, but she calls herself old all the time. The usual ramblings of a drunk Sevika. You fall asleep that night in her arms. Till you’re not. The morning leaves you alone in the bed. After getting up, you notice Sevika isn’t home. You wait all afternoon until she finally comes through the door. “Oh, hey babe.” She says. “ Sev, where were you so early?” You ask, noticing the red cape draped over where her left arm was. “ Silco’s place. He called me over and, well… I’m getting a prosthetic.” She doesn’t seem too thrilled.

“That’s great!” You rush to her side, urging her to sit down. She’s still a bit tense. “Is something wrong?” You ask. She’s averting your gaze. “Look I just…you…fuck. Never mind.” She stands up and lights a cigarillo. Something she never used to do around you.

Sevika’s new arm will definitely take some getting used to. You’re not too sure about the shimmer aspect of it, but she seems pleased with it. “I’ll be back to work with this soon.” She says one night while you’re cooking dinner. “Aww…I’ll miss having you at home, Sev.” You say it like it’s a joke, but you really will miss her. “Yeah? I don’t know why. I’ve been a total bitch recently.” She remarks. “I still will. These past weeks have been hard, so I understand.” She frowns, leaning her elbows on the counter. “You’re just gonna let me get away with that? Wonder what else you’d put up with…”

And so, Sevika is back to work. You barely see her. Leaving early in the morning, and coming back either late into the night, or the early hours of the morning. You’re not sure if all of it is work though… Sometimes, she’ll come back with loads of cash. Sevika has always been a gambler, but it may be getting out of hand now.

Other times, she’ll come home scuffed up from another one of Silco’s “errands.” She won’t let you tend to her like she used to. You were hoping your relationship would go back to how it was now that things are mostly back to normal, but you only seem to be getting more distant. It’s been one week. One whole week since you’ve seen your wife. She told you this mission would be a long one, and “don’t expect to see me around soon.” Before just leaving. You miss the goodbye hugs and soft kisses, and the sweet nothings she’d leave you with.

One night the door slams open, waking you with a little yelp. “Just me.” You hear her yell from the doorway. Getting up, you rush to greet Sevika with a big hug. She stiffens, but merely rubs your head in response. “I missed you…” You mumble into her shirt, which smells of smoke, and blood. “Isn’t that cute?” She chuckles, something you haven’t heard in the longest time.

Everything is strange now. Moments like these feel off. She’s kind to you, sweet and loving, before suddenly becoming cold and distant again. Is this good? Is it bad? No marriage is going to be perfect everyday, but these ups and downs are confusing you. Nevertheless, you savor the rare moment of tenderness.

That morning, you wake up with a smile on your face. Today is Sevika’s day off. Your mind is brimming with ideas of what you could do today. Maybe you can go to the market together, or do some baking, or possibly something else you’ve been missing from her… Shaking the lewd delusion from your head, you get up to go find Sevika. To your surprise, she’s putting on her shoes and adjusting her red poncho over her new arm. “Where are you going?” You ask meekly. Your voice betraying the slightly sad mood you’ve found yourself in. “Out.” Is all she says. She doesn’t even look over her shoulder at you. Deciding not to let this moment go to waste, you tackle her in a tight hug, feeling her warm body against yours, along with the ice cold metal of her arm.

“Get the hell off’a me!” Her voice raises slightly, pushing you away, and knocking you off of her. “I- I’ll be back soon.” She looks regretful for just a moment, before leaving without another word.

For a moment you can’t even move. Just standing there looking shocked as ever. She’s never been so secretive. So aggressive or impulsive. You feel tears sliding down your cheeks before you can even try and stop them. But there’s also a ball of anger and pain in your stomach. You can’t say anything except for a little gasp.

You desperately touch the wedding ring around your finger like it’s a lifeline. “From the fanciest place I could find.” Is what she told you that day. Her eyes trained on yours like you were the only thing in her world. You certainly were not now.

A/n : Hello! Thanks so much for reading part one. I plan to keep this as a series, and any form of critique or suggestions are welcome!

-Elena

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around nine o’clock, she woke up from an impromptu nap. the first thing she did was check her phone. there wasn’t much but a text from her sister two hours ago.

hey, can you come over when you’re free and watch noah for me? i’m going out for the night.

she tried calling her sister to see if she still needed to come over but got no response.

odd.

ten minutes later, she was out the door. promptly sending her girlfriend a text letting her know she probably wouldn’t be home until morning, she set off to see her nephew.

the drive was short. the whole way there, she wondered why her sister didn’t answer the phone. had she already left? if so, did she have someone else to watch noah? if she did, why didn’t she say something?

as she pulled onto her sister’s street, she was able to see the police cars and the ambulance in her sister’s driveway.

as she came to an abrupt stop in front of her sister’s house, she all but jumped out of her car and ran towards the paramedic carrying her crying nephew.

noah spotted his aunt from where he cried in the man’s arms, his own reached out for her.

the paramedics turned to her as she approached them, stretching an arm out to prevent her from getting any closer.

“are you his mother?” one of them asked.

she had to talk over the crying boy she desperately wanted to console. she explained that she was his aunt, and that her sister had asked her a few hours to come over to watch him, but she was asleep and unable to see the message.

“we’ve been trying to calm him down so he could talk to us, but he’s been inconsolable.”

“he doesn’t talk much anyways. my sister was supposed to ask if he’s having, ya know, developmental problems, but she keeps pushing the appointment back. what’s wrong? where are you taking him?”

“he’s dehydrated, likely underfed, lord knows what else. we need to get him to the hospital.”

her heart dropped as she climbed onto the gurney, arms reached out to take hold of her nephew. once he was in her arms, he gripped onto her shirt tightly and continued to cry in her ear.

“oh, i know, baby. you must be so scared. everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. where’s your mama, huh?”

sevika looked down at her phone as it rang.

22:47

Honey

she put down the cloth she was using to clean her prosthetic and picked up her phone to answer the incoming call.

“hello?”

“hey, you home?”

sevika could hear the upset in her lover’s voice, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“yep. sitting here, missing you. you okay?”

there was a beat of silence before sniffles came from the other end of the line.

“what’s wrong, baby? are you hurt? is noah?”

“it’s noah… they- they’re keeping him overnight, vika.”

“who, honey?”

“the hospital. the hospital’s keeping him and i don’t know where the hell my sister is and i don’t have anything! he doesn’t have his blanket, or- or his rat, or his pacifier! and he’s been so upset so i can’t leave him by himself-”

“what do you need me to do?” sevika, as she moved to put shoes on, spoke with a firm voice. it wasn’t too often that her girlfriend needed a rock to lean on, but on the occasion that she did, sevika always came through.

“um, could you go to my sister’s and get some of his things? i don’t know if police are still there, but i don’t want you to have to come here to get my keys and then go there just to come back here.”

“you don’t need to worry about that. i’ll take care of everything. you just sit tight with noah, okay?”

“i appreciate you so much, vika. thank you.”

“no need. you know i’m always here for anything you need. just make sure you take care of yourself for me.”

“i will. i love you so much, sevika.”

“love you too, honey.”

it was well after midnight when sevika walked into the hospital room after getting some of noah’s things. the halls were mostly empty as she walked through the pediatric unit with one of her duffle bags over her left shoulder and noah’s diaper bag on her right.

as she quietly entered noah’s room, her eyes naturally shifted to the bed where the boy and his aunt laid sleeping.

sevika walked through the room, sitting the bags at the foot of the bed before moving the chair near the window. as she slouched into it, she heard movement coming from the bed.

“you’re back.”

the woman laying down spoke softly, her voice raspy with emotion.

“yeah. i got his blanket, a few pair of pajamas, some soft pants, a couple t-shirts, some socks. grabbed a few pacifiers, too.”

“what about-“

“yes, i got the funny looking rat. i don’t know why he loves that thing so much,” sevika mumbled the last bit to herself. a laugh sounded from the other side of the room.

“because you got it for him, sevi. and he loves everything that has to do with you.”

“yeah, yeah.”

sevika watched as her girlfriend ran her fingers through the curls on noah’s head. there was so much love and concern in her eyes as she looked down at her nephew.

“how is he?” sevika asked gently. it took a before she got a response.

“as well as he can be. this is the longest he’s been asleep. he keeps waking up upset about the iv. kept trying to take it out, and then he’d cry when i wouldn’t let him. i felt so bad.”

“you shouldn’t feel bad about that, honey. he needs the iv,” sevika tried to offer comfort.

“ya know the doctors said there was absolutely no food in his stomach? and- and the police said the neighbor told them she hadn’t seen my sister in days. multiple. she just left home by himself. a two year old, vika. i just talked to her yesterday! how could he be completely alone, helpless for days and his mom isn’t somewhere dead? i’m literally a phone call, a text, a fucking email away! he’s- he’s just a baby.”

sevika stood from her seated position and moved to console the woman who’d began to tear up.

“we’re gonna make sure he’s okay, honey, i promise. and when we find your sister, we’re gonna get some answers.”

it was on day two of noah’s hospital stay that two police officers and a social worker showed up to the boy’s room.

the policemen to let the women know noah’s mom had been found (in a restaurant trash enclosure of all places) and was being charged with child neglect, child abuse, and drug possession.

the social worker to tell them noah was officially a ward of the state as his mother was unfit and his father was unwilling.

“so what do we need to do?”

“well, seeing as he has family nearby, we usually check to see if there’s someone willing and appropriate to be the legal guardian before-”

“yes. yes, i’m willing. whatever i need to do, i’ll do it.”

after ten days in the hospital, noah was discharged. sevika got the boy changed out of his hospital attire and into some of the clothes she packed for him.

as they exited the hospital, sevika noticed how quiet her partner was. it wasn’t until they reached their apartment that she found out why.

“talk to me, mama. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“… you know that evaluation they did on him?”

the pair were perched on the couch. noah sat on the floor in front of them gripping his blanket firmly in one hand, his stuffed rat in the other.

“yeah. all the tests and shit. what about it?”

“well… i looked at the paperwork today…”

“what’d it say?”

the woman sighed heavily before continuing.

“well for starters, he was born prematurely with neonatal abstinence syndrome and fetal alcohol sydrome. they think that’s why his development is so off. they also think he’s gonna develop some kind of anxiety after all this and suggest some kind of animal companion.”

“what, like a service dog?” sevika questioned. if it was what’s best for the little guy, she’d do it. but the thought of a mut tearing all her furniture up was not a happy one. her girlfriend nodded.

“hm. okay. i’ll look into it. now what else is there? because i can see it in your face; there’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“… nonverbal autism.”

sevika was speechless for a minute.

“they think he might have it?” her voice was low as she asked the question.

“they know he has it. vika, how could he have been suffering all this time and i didn’t know?”

sevika brought the woman closer with her right arm as her emotions welled up.

“none of this is on you in any way, alright? up until now, you didn’t have any legal obligation to know any of this stuff. now that we know, we’ll make sure he’s taken care of. he’ll be okay.”

as if the boy new they were talking about him, noah turned around and looked at the adults on the couch. his eyes were wide and the pacifier in his mouth bobbed up and down as he suckled on it.

his aunt smiled softly as she reached down to lift him up and place him in her lap.

“what are you looking at, huh, baby?” she smiled at the little boy in her arms. instead of verbally responding, noah cocked his head to side ever so slightly and laughed at her. her smile widened.

sevika watched the interaction take place before leaning in and pressing her lips to the side of her lover’s temple. a pressure on her prosthetic pointer finger pulled her attention away.

she watched as noah squeezed the metal appendage and only intervened when he took out his pacifier and moved to replace it with the finger in his hand.

“that’s gonna be a no, little man,” sevika gently pulled her hand from him. the boy pouted at her in return and laid down on his aunt’s chest.

yeah. he’s gonna be just fine.

𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘗 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈'𝘚 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦 "𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 "𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺?" 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦? 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘢𝘩. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

thinking about modern!sevika with a younger gf (she calls her "honey") and they have custody of her gf’s toddler nephew who might be autistic (i’ve been thinking abt this for multiple days at this point)

i desperately need more mom!sevika content to consume

might do something abt that idk

✦ 0409 edit: i did something abt it

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠.

𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘕𝘖 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙, 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘊 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘊

𝘞𝘊: 1,358

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ councilor!sevika who loves her wife and daughter more than anything in the world.

✧ councilor!sevika who moved her family out of vaun some years after joining the council.

✧ councilor!sevika who leaves her office after long days and comes home to her fourteen year old babbling about everything under the sun, and even though she wants nothing more than to lay in bed with her lovely wife and sleep for an eternity, she listens to everything her kid has to say (she might fall asleep during it though).

✧ councilor!sevika who is informed during a council meeting that a small explosive went off at the cafe her wife frequented.

✧ councilor!sevika who rushes to the hospital, enforcer in tow, giving her all the information they know.

“it looks like the explosive went off just outside the window of the establishment. not too many people were hurt, but i…”

“you what? spit it out!”

“i… well i think your wife might’ve gotten the worst of it. i think this might’ve been a targeted attack.”

✧ councilor!sevika who shows up at the hospital demanding to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who damn near throws up when the doctors tell her the extent of her wife’s injuries.

“when they found her, the wall had toppled over her. there were shards of glass in her skin from the window. her eardrums were ruptured and she is concussed. her ribs are broken and one of her lungs were punctured. she also has a globe rupture in her right eye. in most cases, those are somewhat easy to fix but i’m not too sure about this one, so i want to perform a vision test when she wakes up. as for her legs…”

“what? what about her legs?”

“well, as i mentioned before, the wall fell on top of her. the rubble, it… it crushed her legs. just below her upper thigh. honestly, it’s a miracle she’s alive.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, while she waits, sends a few enforcers to watch her daughter until she can get home.

✧ councilor!sevika who sprints when she’s finally allowed to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who’s heart stops and feet falter when she sees the light of her life hooked up to the countless machines, the upper right half of her face wrapped in bandages and casts on both of her arms. the hospital blanket covers her from the waist down.

✧ councilor!sevika who chokes up when her left eye flutters open and round lips part.

“… ‘vika?”

“i’m here, doll. i’m right here.”

“where… where's my baby? is she… is she alright?”

“i sent some enforcers to watch her at home, she should be just fine.”

✧ councilor!sevika who watches her wife’s face flash with several emotions.

“what do you- what do you mean? why isn’t she here? she’s not hurt?”

“wha- what do you mean? wait. was she… was she with you?”

“yes, i… i think so? i don’t… i’m not sure. sevika, where’s my baby?”

✧ councilor!sevika who storms out the room just as the enforcers she sent to her home are running down the corridor toward her looking frantic.

“we went to your home, councilor. the housekeeper said your daughter left with your wife this morning. she isn’t there.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, for the next week, balances consoling her wife and trying to let the enforcers do their job. so far, all they’ve come to her with is the obvious: this was a targeted attack, someone from vaun was responsible, and her daughter was taken from the scene.

✧ councilor!sevika who breaks a little every time she has to tell her wife that they haven’t found their little girl.

✧ councilor!sevika who eventually takes it upon herself to find her kid.

✧ councilor!sevika who rolls her eyes and glares fiercely at the other council members when they try to talk her out of it.

“councilor sevika, we understand your pain, but it is in your best interest to just wait while the enforcers handle this. finding your daughter is priority.”

“shut the hell up and listen to what i’m saying. i’m telling you this as a courtesy; i am going find the son of a bitch that took my kid and hurt my wife, and i am going to kill them.”

✧ councilor!sevika who ventures into vaun everyday, armed with nothing but a pistol, going to every bar she can find. she knows whoever is dumb enough to pull the shit they pulled is dumb enough to gloat about it in some way, shape, or form.

✧ councilor!sevika who walks into a newly renovated bar three days into her own investigating and makes eye contact with the bartender who visibly cowers at the sight of the woman. bingo.

✧ councilor!sevika who gets in the bartender’s face, demanding to know everything they know.

“someone hurt my wife and took my kid. tell me what you know.”

✧ councilor!sevika who reaches forward and grab the bartender by the collar of their shirt when they hesitate. she grabs them by the back of their head and pushes them into the bar, their head hitting the surface hard.

“now.”

“i- some woman came in. a- a couple days ago! she- she said something about finally uh- about getting her closure! said you killed her brother and- and she was gonna get her lick back! she was mumbling a lot, really drunk! i- i swear that’s it!”

“where?!”

“i don’t know! i swear i’ve told you everything i know! please!”

✧ councilor!sevika who, two days later sees a flickering light coming from a mostly abandoned building. the same building she spent most of her days.

✧ councilor!sevika who takes two steps at a time to get to silco’s office, ignoring all the memories flooding her mind.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t hesitate to kick the door down just as a woman is bringing a chainsaw down on her daughter who lays tied to silco’s desk, tears and snot running down her bruised and beaten face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t even stop to think and just pulls the gun from her waistband and shoots at the woman, the bullet piercing her wrist and causing the electric tool to fall and clatter on the floor.

✧ councilor!sevika who stalks over to the woman stumbling away from the desk and grabs her by the hair on her head, dragging her to the clear space in the room.

✧ councilor!sevika who slams the woman to the ground, and stares her in the face. all she sees is the anguish that’d been on her wife’s face for the past two weeks. and then she sees the fear that was on her daughters face when she barged into the office.

✧ councilor!sevika who blacks out as she drives her fist into the woman’s face over and over and over again until she can’t hear the woman’s pleas. and then she continues to punch the woman in the face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t stop until she registers her girl crying for her mama, the woman in front of her no longer even recognizable as a person.

✧ councilor!sevika who staggers over to the desk to untie her daughter, face and fist covered in blood that didn’t belong to her.

✧ councilor!sevika who is still running on adrenaline, but immediately comes down when her daughter flinches as she approaches her.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you. you’re okay, i’m gonna get you home, hon. everything’s gonna be okay.”

✧ councilor!sevika who has to carry her daughter down the stairs and through vaun because she holds onto her so tightly (realistically she wouldn’t have let her walk even if she wanted to).

✧ councilor!sevika who is overcome with so many emotions as she tells her wife that their daughter is safe.

“after they make sure everything is okay, they’re gonna move you two into a recovery room together. that way i can keep an eye on both of you.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, as she holds her weeping wife, thinks about the fact that she came this close to losing everything and can’t help but cry into her wife’s shoulder.

𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 (*/∇＼*) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌!" 𝘣𝘺 @uhlunaro. 𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 18+). 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦n𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘬? 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢