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Hey! Can I make a request for a s/o that tries to get Arlecchino/Yelan/Eula/Shenhe to laugh?

(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Arlecchino, Yelan, Eula, Shenhe, Herta, Hanya, and Fugue's S/O trying to get them to laugh

HERTA JUMPSCARE!

Arlecchino is more amused by the fact S/O is trying to get her to laugh rather than anything they directly do.

Which is to be commended, whether out of bravery or some form of perceived death wish by others.

(Arlecchino) "...S/O, what are you doing?"

S/O was currently dressed in a ridiculous duck outfit, with many of the children at the House looking at them in disbelief, laughing and also wanting to play with them.

(S/O) "Um...being funny?"

She glances the outfit up and down, the only expression being made was the raise of a single eyebrow.

(S/O) "Is it working?"

(Arlecchino) "In some capacity, yes."

Arlecchino replied in the most deadpan voice imaginable.

She isn't entirely made of stone, but because it amuses her, she doesn't really change her usual stoic expression at S/O's shenanigans.

She does however find it somewhat sweet.

Result: Task failed successfully!

Yelan is pretty easy to amuse, though not in the way most people imagine.

She can "laugh" along to what people say, but that's usually to blend in to her job.

When it comes to actually genuinely laughing, she has a different means to do that.

Letting S/O roll her dice.

(S/O) "HOW IN THE HELL DID I GET SIX ONES IN A ROW?!"

Yelan immediately bursts into laughter from their anger, seeing this was the sixth time they had rolled, and decided that she was going to stay home instead of going out for dinner.

(S/O) "Did you weigh these damn things?!"

(Yelan) "Of course not, that's just how they roll."

(S/O) "MY FOOT!"

They usually tried to get her to laugh at some dumb jokes, which sometimes works, but this is a surefire way to get her almost wheezing. Not that S/O was actively trying here, but it counts!

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Eula's heart was not made of stone, despite what she told others (Even as a joke).

Especially when it came to S/O, her cold, standoffish personality crumbled the moment they gave her any type of affection.

Moreso when they actively tried being stupid to get her to giggle.

(S/O) "Eula!"

She looked up from the book she was reading, only the two of them inside her living room.

(Eula) "S/O? What is it?"

(S/O) "Check it out!-"

S/O was wearing an outfit Amber had personally made them, beaming at them with a smile.

Bearing a rather striking resemblance to-

(S/O) "Mark my words, vengeance will be mine!"

Herself.

(Eula) "...Pfft!-"

Eula immediately folded, laughing with one hand going to her mouth.

(Eula) "How long have you been holding onto that to make a joke?"

(S/O) "About a month."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Shenhe is stonefaced like, 99% of the time. She understands some humor, but trying to get her to emote any other time is a fool's errand.

One that S/O still attempts!

Jokes were out of the question, so were a bunch of other the usual methods.

Instead, they try a tried and true method!

S/O tickled Shenhe, and her hand instantly caught S/O's wrist within half a second.

(Shenhe) "What are you doing?"

(S/O) "Trying to make you to laugh!"

Shenhe gently released their hand, and tilted her head curiously.

(Shenhe) "...Very well. You may try again."

Shenhe, mentally, is happy with S/O just doing couple shenanigans with them, though she never showed it.

Result: Failed, kinda...?

Herta can laugh, though it's not exactly anything that S/O, much less other people, can comprehend.

And trying to get Herta to laugh can both be the easiest and hardest thing to do.

Trying to tell a joke or show her some dumb picture?

Vetoed, blocked, denied, not funny, didn't laugh, also you're stupid-

In other words, normal humor doesn't really work on humor.

But in an experiment?

(S/O) "H-Herta?! Am I supposed to be feeling so...floaty?"

(Herta) "Yes yes, normal side effects besides...Oh yes, spontaneously imploding."

(S/O) "SPONTAENOUS-WHAT?!"

Herta's laugh immediately fills the room, with her waving a hand dismissively.

(Herta) "Relax, I'm joking...Mostly."

(S/O) "So...any idea when I'll come back to the floor?"

(Herta) "Hm, most likely in a few hours. Worry not, I'll get my puppets to tie you down to a railing."

Her smile persisted, so that was at least some comfort.

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success! Now, get back to drinking those elixirs, Herta needs results!

Given Hanya's life experiences and role as a Judge of the Ten-Lords, humor is pretty hard to come by.

Though that does not stop her S/O from trying!

...And failing pretty miserably at that.

(Hanya) "S/O? What is that?"

(S/O) "I...think it's for a bath, but it's consisting of peppers?"

(Hanya) "You do not intend for us to use that, do you?"

(S/O) "Mostly for me. I was betting someone that I could get you to laugh if I used it."

(Hanya) "I do not think that harming yourself in such capacity would get me to laugh."

(S/O) "Only one way to find out, eh?"

Though S/O was smiling, Hanya was not so easily amused.

...

(Hanya) "Well, your scream was certainly unexpected."

(S/O) "Agh, and so was this burning sensation...! Did it work?"

Hanya had the faintest smirk on her lips.

(Hanya) "I didn't know your pitch could get that high."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Fugue was still able to find pleasures from her past life just as enjoyable, chief among them being S/O.

And though they had only the faintest idea of what she was fully going through, getting her to smile was their top priority.

Even if the result made them look like an utter idiot.

That was worth it just to get her to laugh and have that light in her eyes again.

Fugue eyed the bowl S/O had gotten with a suspicious look, noting the red broth.

She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but something in her conscious was screaming something was wrong.

(Fugue) "S/O...Is that spicy?"

(S/O) "Sure is!"

(Fugue) "Can you eat spicy food?"

(S/O) "Kinda? I'm not allergic but it'll make me sweat a lot!"

Before she could question it further, S/O took one bite of the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, before their eyes shot open.

(S/O) "H-HOT! HOT!"

Fugue was stunned for a moment, only to begin laughing afterwards, watching their exaggerated reactions as they rushed to grab water.

(Fugue) "If you just wanted to entertain me, S/O, you could have just brought me to a show."

After rushing back to their seat and drinking the entire can, they gave her a tired smile.

(S/O) "Hah, where's the fun in that...?!"

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

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smoke signals (part i)

lighthouse keeper!sevika x selkie!reader

summary: sevika is content with her life, the loneliness that comes with her job is inevitable. but then one day, as she reaches the peak of mundanity, almost turning towards insanity, you appeared. cold, quiet, clueless, sea-sent you, like a wish fulfilment for her.

warnings: selkie!reader, reader has selective mutism. soft!sev, sev curses a lot.

a/n: i promise the next part will be more interesting lol.

taglist: @lilredbird101 <3

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Sevika must be dreaming. The air felt warmer today. Which was impossible. The air out here has always and will always be brutally cold. almost painful to the skin without a protective layer.

And yet today, she extends her arm out of the square hole carved on the rough tall walls of the tower and felt it, the slight heat coming from the outside wind, almost undetectable. But Sevika detected it. She never missed a thing.

Not a hard thing to do when you're forced to live in an isolated space on your own. Sure sometimes Vander and his daughters would make a trip in their old ragged boat with supplies or to help take her back to town to stock up, but those monthly visits move quickly. She would always regret not saying more, or looking longer once they'd bring her back after the trip.

Sevika decided she would cherish the little gift of warmth by the sun by going out to rest against the rusty railing and felt its light on her face. The wind was still incredibly chilly, but she adapted. Closing her eyes, her lids have painted her vision red as she lets out a slow somber sigh.

Most people think working here as a lighthouse keeper must be a gift. being able to stay so close to waters, the peace and tranquility that comes with it. And they aren't completely wrong.

Sevika isn't a people person, and so yes, she appreciated the silence. But sometimes it gets too much, too quiet. And when she reaches that point, she she could hear every tiny little noise the walls and the floorboards make and it drives her mad.

And it's worse when it's raining thunderstorms. The waves would lash out against the sky so strongly, she could've sworm she heard a voice calling for her from the sea.

But today, the weather is good, and the deep sinking feeling in her chest isn't as persistent as it usually is.

A loud but distant growling, lapping sound fills her eardrums. Sevika looked down and smiled at the source of the noise. The greyish, wide eyed seal from inside the water, greets her joyfull. The sight was so endearing, it had manage to warm the woman's solid heart.

Seals aren't completely a rare sight. Sevika has been working here for over a year, and has so far spotted them for about a few times now. They don't stay close or linger long, but are always an enjoyable company.

"Fancy seeing you here, little guy." Sevika yelled down, aware of the irony in referring the enlarged seal as "little."

The seal shook it's body as if agreeing before diving back unto the water, and jumping back out with a splash pulling a grin out of Sevika. "A show? All for me?" She joked with it, well entertained.

The adorable seal let out another growl-like squeal before it made its way back underneath the clear blue waters and disappeared from Sevika's line of sight.

The deep sinking feeling in her chest returned. She sighed tiredly. There goes her only friend.

Perhaps she'll spend her evening sketching again. She isn't exactly a connoisseur of art, but she was skilled enough for it to be a worthy hobby. Her bedside wall is filled with her little drawings of the seashells she had found, the lighthouse tower itself, the view of the sea from inside the window. She should add a seal to her collection, she thought.

Walking herself back into the enclosed space, Sevika decided that there wasn't really anything she could do about that hollow feeling inside of her chest. It was like a boulder that sat on top of all her other feelings. She would describe the feeling as, "it's like you're mourning all the could've beens and what have beens."

Climbing up the small staircase leading to her bedroom, she changed her mind back to the seals, letting the wide eyed creature's face dominates her thoughts.

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It's 7:45 PM, her wristwatch read. Sevika shoved her sketches aside on her desk and gave herself a light slap on the face to wake herself up before she stood up and began walking downstairs.

She needed to cook something up for dinner. To eat and to have something warm in her arms again. If you thought the air in the afternoon is cold, then you'll never survive the air in the evening and night.

Sevika reached her small but sufficiant kitchen and began boiling herself some eggs to go with her rice. The meals here are repetitive, but you'd never catch her complaining. Almost everything she does is for survival, It wasn't necessary for her to like her routines, She simply had to live through them.

Once her boiled eggs were done, the scent of the food filled the whole tower and she felt her stomach growl in automatic response. She placed her meal on the small table and let herself take a peak outside the small window that served as a balcony.

It was already so dark out. The moonlight glowed down on her dark cheeks as she gazed up, counting on how many stars she could seek out.

Sevika dipped her head down, looking into the water and felt a small relief at stillness in tonight's waves.

She stayed for a while, simply watching the large empty space that's guarding her. And then as her eyes roam, she saw it. The long, white piece of fabric that clung to the rocks of her tower.

"What the hell." She muttered under her breath. There was something else next to it. A build. Something solid. But she wasn't able to see ot clearly in the dark, It seems to hide behind the rocks.

"Fuck me." Sevika groaned. She did not want to have to go out at this time, the blistering coldness was an ass to deal with. But then again, she had to admit, this was the most exciting her life have been. So she pushed herselff of the railing and scattered down the stairs towards the entrance.

Sevika shoved the heavy metal door as strong as she coulf until it opened and then shoved the large stone on the floor in between the space so it wouldn't close. She managed to stop herself from letting out another "fucking hell" as the wind struck her unprotected arms and moved as gastas she could.

"There you are." She mumbled to herself as she picked up the wet, soggy, white fabric up in her hands. It was heavy. The fur is thick, one of a real animal's, she figured. Slinging it over her shoulder, Sevika crouched down and used her arms as stability as she pushed her face further into the rocks in front of her to study the creauture that had landed in her space.

It's a woman. Sevika's heart dropped. This isn't good. An unknown woman appearing on her rocks, passed out, only meant one thing, death. How else would you explain being able to swim this far? Sevika placed two fingers on her neck, checking her pulse. It was beating, and that was enough for her.

Sevika kneeled on the rocks and used her long arms to pull the naked woman into her arms. One her waist is safely secured around her arms and onto her lap, Sevika forced herself up and made her way back inside, kicking the rock that held the door open with one feet, and entered inside with a loud bang from the door.

She carried her limo body to the bathroom, turning her around so she'd face the floor. With the woman's back against her front, she pushed to have her choke out the sea water that would nearly suffocate her lungs. It wasn't too late, there's a pulse, it cannot be too late. Sevika would not soend the rest of her month with a corpse.

She tried the cpr again, pushing onher chest over and over until finay, the woman jerked her head up and threw up clear water out of her lungs.

The movement was sudden and short lived, she turned limp again almost immediately. Sevika twisted her around and saw that her eyes are open, but was blurry with tears. The relief of air comes with chest pains and a headache, she's sure.

"It's alright. you're alright." She assured her, holding the woman close to her. She had gotten Sevika's long sleeved shirt completely wet, but that was the least of her priorities right now.

"Can you hear me?" Sevika asked, enunciating each word slowly. She remained dazed and confused, but Sevika saw how her eyes were following the movement of her mouth. "Blink twice if you can hear me." She tried again. No respond.

"Fucking hell." Sevika groaned. Maybe she didn't understand her. "Look." Sevika commanded. pointing towards her set of eyes. She then closed her eyes tightly and opened them widely. Again, she repeated the movements.The woman was accessing her properly, that she could tell.

Even with the confusion, she seem to be able to focus on her gaze. Sevika almost gave up completely on getting a reaction, until finally, she closed her eyes tightly. It remained closed for almost a minute, her heartbeat fastens as she waits. And then her eyes opened widely, staring right into Sevika's.

A small smile slips onto Sevika's face. "That works for me.'' She said.

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You must be mute, Sevika thought as she sat on the edge of her bed, watching over your sleeping body.

Once she had helped clean you up and changed you into something more warm and suitable, you had fallen asleep quite easily on her soft sheets, your eyes seemed tired, and with how weak and cold ypur arms and legs seemed, Sevika could only assume that you had been swimming for god knows how long towards shore.

There's must've been a shipwreck somewhere, or maybe you fell of a boat, who knows? But there was no doubt that you had been in the water for hours.

She wished she had something stronger than the little candle on the bedside to keep you warm, but this is all she could afford to offer as of now.

You've been asleep for about 4 hours now. And she had been sat across you for exactly 4 hours too. She couldn't move. Another human to look after, she wasn't sure if its a blessing or a curse.

It isn't as if she's never seen a person before, but your presence has her feet locked on the spot for some reason. You looked so at peace in her small space, taking it up like it's her own. You had a face like no one she's met too. It was as if you've been pieced together by the goddess of beaity herself.

And even though Sevika didn't want to think of that, trying to avoid feeling perdatory or absurd, it's true. You were beautiful.

Sevika shook her head, freeing herself from further thoughts and slowly helped herself up. You would be hungry when you wake up, so she should cook something up for you.

A throaty groan escaped you, Sevika stops on her tracks and turnes hee head slowly towards you. She couldn't tell if it sounded like you were wailing or barking.

"Oh, hey." Sevika whispered out, shyly smiling at you.

You snorted loudly- very unladylike, and then sniffled. "Ah you've got the flu, don't you?" She wasn't expecting you to answer her, and you didn't.

"Well that's what happen when you go out for a swim for too long." She attempted to joke and laughed dryly. She hoped she didn't offend you, but your blank stare assured her that you were completely clueless.

She didn't wait for a response as she rushed to the kitchen to crack up some boiled eggs for you. There isn't much here but eggs, bread, jam, and boxed soup. But she figured it's not like you're in any position to complain.

Sevika walked quickly, she hadn't felt this sense of urgency for ages, the feeling of necessity pulling on her heart. She's never had company over, though she doubted her social skills would come in handy with a mute girl.

Rushing back upstairs with her neatly nade boiled eggs, Sevika was surprised to find you out of bed. She panicked when seeing that only a ruffled blanket was left in your place. She turned her head first towards the open window, as if afraid you might've jumped out.

But then she finally spotted you, huddled over her bags by the window, rummaging through it like a curious squirrel.

"You." She called out, in shock. "Back on the bed you wild creature." She placed the bowl on the bedside table and went for you swiftly, pulling you back by your arms.

You made a grunting noise, and flapped your arms strongly, trying to break free. Sevika was impressed by the sheer strength you have, she had barely left you for 5 minutes, and you're already on your feet, scavenging, or thieving, she wasn't sure.

"You sure know how to make yourself at home." She muttered loud enough for your ears as she dragged you back on the bed against your will.

You didn't fight back, though you scowled snd kept growling at her. like an angry puppy.

"You're in no condition to be whining. You should be glad I didn't leave you out to die, girl." She sternly

Once she had you sat back on the bed, she helped tuck you in safely under the blanket and picked up the bowl of food, bringinh it near to your face, you sniffed it and made a face of distaste. Sevika would be offended if she weren't already amused with your peculiarity.

"Don't knock it till you try it." She said and offered it to you again

This time, you opened her mouth as she fed a spoon to you. You winced at the texture and paused chewing for a bit before slowly continuing it. "Not bad, eh?" Sevika asks with a raised brow.

You scrunched up your nose as if you understood her and let her feed you the rest of the eggs. She knew it wasn't enough to fill you up, but she wanted to see how your stomach would reactl with a little food first. If it's been a while since you ate, then its most likely your guts would need some time to process food and get used to it again without nausea and pain.

Sevika also noticed that you were no longer as pale as when she first found you. Things went by quickly. She had expected you to still be in a weaker position as you had just woken up, but you are accepting your surroundings and condition pretty well.

There wasn't even a glimpse of panic in your eyes despite the fact that you're being fed some shitty boiled eggs by a stranger in a lighthouse. Either you were extremely calculative, or extremely naive. She was willing to bet on the latter.

"You will rest here tonight." She tells you as you kept eating, completely ignoring her.

"It'll be quite a few weeks before Vander's next trip here, and I don't have any other way to reach the outside world for now, so you'll have to accommodate." She continued. You paused your eating and looked up to her, locking gazes.

A small sign of acknowledgement in your eyes before you continued eating.

Sevika let out her 500th sigh of the day and nodded to herself. "Better than nothing." She tells herself.

Once you were finished, you slowly laid your head back on the pillow, visibly getting tired again. The irony isn't lost on Sevika. She's had you for less than 10 hours, and you were already filling up the role of a lazy housecat.

There were deep parts of her mind and heart that are pushing her to start interrogating you, figure out who you are and how'd you get here. But she didn't want to spook you, and either way, your only way out of this place isn't going to be here for a while.

Sevika stood up awkwardly and looked down and at your sleepy presence, unsure of what to do next while your eyes were already droopy. “We can talk tomorrow.” She spoke aloud, more towards herself than to you.

You gave her a smile that is so soft and subtle that she almost missed it, but she never misses anything. Giving you one last nod, she left the room to sleep by the rocking chair downstairs.

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sevika/vi comes home after a long work trip and realizes reader hasn’t been eating the whole time she was gone

"Eat."

Sevika stepped through the door, rolling her shoulders with a tired sigh.

The long trip had left her sore and irritated, but the exhaustion faded the moment she took in the state of the apartment.

It was too clean—too still. There was no smell of food, no cluttered dishes in the sink, nothing to suggest you had been taking care of yourself while she was gone.

Her sharp eyes narrowed as she crossed the room, her boots heavy against the floor.

Without a word, she crouched in front of you, fingers tilting your chin up to get a better look. Her touch was rough, but the way her thumb brushed over your cheek was almost careful.

Her brows furrowed. You looked pale, thinner than when she’d left.

The sharp angles of your face stood out more, and the moment she realized it, her grip tightened just slightly.

“You look like hell,” she muttered, voice low and edged with irritation—no, concern.

"Sevika, I—" you began.

“When’s the last time you ate?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, she studied you for a long moment before her eyes darkened with something unreadable.

The silence that followed told her everything.

She exhaled sharply, standing to her full height as she ran a hand down her face. “You really expect me to come home to this? To you—” she gestured at you, her movements controlled but stiff, “—not taking care of yourself?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Turning on her heel, she stalked into the kitchen, the heavy sound of cabinets opening and closing filling the air.

You sat there, watching as she moved with purpose, grabbing ingredients without hesitation.

“You’re eating,” she stated firmly, her back to you as she turned on the stove. “No arguments.”

Her voice left no room for discussion. And from the way her jaw was set, you knew better than to fight her on it.

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okay brain is broken havent slept in days but i've been seeing a lot of pirate!sevika on my tl n got reminded of some ideas of my own that have been cooking for a while

hcs: pirate!Sevika x reader

friends to enemies to lovers, angst, some suggestive content, period typical violence.

you are the captain of the feared pirate ship The Hound. she is your first mate. they call her the Hand, or the Brute of the seas, because she totes a cutlass as a left arm. the sight of her red cape alone is enough to send sailors running. she is your shadow, your right hand, your ride or die. if you told her to steer the ship straight into a maelstrom, she would.

but her loyalty to you only goes as far as how well you serve the crew. for the longest time, the two of you have been hellbent in a race against captain Silco and his crew, trying to find the Lane Isles - which, it is rumored, hold a treasure called Shimmer that has the power to rule the seas.

lately, you have been slackening your grip on the crew. why? because of your feelings for Sevika. you know she sees you as nothing but her captain (or so you think). you try not to let the mask slip, because you know Sevika holds her cards close to her chest, because you know as soon as you show signs of weakness she will stage a mutiny. for the good of the crew.

and she does.

you wake up one night to the sounds of banging on your cabin door. it bursts open and Sevika strides in, followed by the crew. she stands back as they grab you from your bed, rope you up, and haul you out onto the deck. the betrayal cuts deeper than you want it to. you look into her steel grey eyes and see no emotion, she betrays nothing in her expression. before you are thrown out of the ship with nothing but your sword and pistol you spit in her direction. "best of luck finding the damned isles. you're nothing without me and you know it."

Sevika just laughs. "you were useful...until you weren't."

the crew jeers as your longboat drifts away toward the deserted island.

fast forward several years. you've been drifting from shore to shore, searching for your ship, ceaselessly thirsty for revenge. when you think of Sevika, you see blood. you want to see her disarmed and begging at your feet. you want to see her helpless, completely at your mercy. you keep a sharp eye for rumors of her capture, for any news of The Hound.

one day you get a tip. Sevika's crew will be landing at a port near by you, and they'll be gathering more crew members at a tavern known as The Last Drop.

you make your way to the tavern that same night. you see her immediately. lounging on a worn cushioned couch, the most arrogant smirk on her face, arms slung around two beautiful women. she hasn't noticed you. she's slightly drunk, talking to the girls as her crew drink and fight around her, the cacophonous tavern music threading through the chaos.

you stride up to her, pushing people aside. her eyes widen when she sees you. she opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say anything you punch her straight in the face.

the tavern goes silent. Sevika's crew (who used to be your crew) jump to their feet, swords drawn. but Sevika raises her hand. she cocks an eyebrow at you, smiling through her cut lip.

"everyone out."

the room clears in a second. Sevika stands, unsheathes her sword. you draw your own.

"it's about damn time," Sevika says with a smirk. "thought you gave me up."

"you wish, you filthy traitor."

she laughs shortly. "you had your chance."

you curse and swing your sword. she blocks. the fight begins. you parry, thrust, dodge in a blind rage, and she meets you eye to eye. your blade catches her rib, hers nicks your cheek. sweat flicks off your face as the duel gathers heat.

she was the one who taught you to fight. she was the one who taught you all the moves you were desperately using against her now.

before long you're reduced to blocking. she backs you fiercely against the wall. her blade flashing without mercy. you're exhausted, your mind is barely in the fight anymore. in one swift blow, she knocks the blade from your hand. you fall to your knees.

she pauses, panting, waiting for you to get back up. when you do not, she saunters over. her hair soaked with sweat, blood running down her face, she looks down at you and raises your chin up with the tip of her sword.

"it's been a while," she says. "you've gotten rusty."

you laugh weakly. "think i still almost killed you once or twice back there."

"one can dream, poppet."

you wait for her to kill you. instead she draws the blade back into her prosthetic arm. with her human arm she lifts you to your feet, backs you against the wall, and kisses you roughly.

"welcome back, captain."

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She makes me laugh

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: At a coven meeting you are cornered by Jen and Alice who question just why someone as sweet as you could be the lover of infamous witch-killer Agatha Harkness which allows you to take a trip down memory lane.

Word count: 2K

A/N: In his version Agatha never lost her powers after going up against Wanda and is still doing her Witches Road con with reader 💜

Present Day

The room is dimly lit, a mix of flickering candlelight and the soft glow of a fire crackling in the hearth. Agatha, perched in an armchair near the fireplace, is deep in discussion with Billy, her new pet to mentor, who is peppering her with an endless stream of questions about runes and hexes. You’re standing by a side table, fingers idly tracing the edge of your teacup. The warm, herbal scent of your brew is comforting, but the moment doesn’t last.

"Mind if we join you?"

You glance up to find two witches Agatha and Billy had invited who ‘if memory serves you right, were called Jen and Alice standing before you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled skepticism. Jen, tall and imposing with sharp features, crosses her arms. Alice, smaller but no less intimidating, tilts her head, her dark curls bouncing slightly.

"Sure," you say softly, gesturing to the empty chairs nearby.

They don’t sit. Instead, they step closer, effectively boxing you in against the side table.

"So," Jen begins, her tone casual but with an edge. "We’ve been wondering about something."

"Yes," Alice chimes in, her voice saccharine but her eyes sharp. "How exactly does someone like you end up with someone like Agatha Harkness?"

You blink, caught off guard. "Someone like me?"

"You know," Jen says, gesturing vaguely at you. "A green witch. Soft-spoken. Sweet. The kind of person who probably rescues injured birds and talks to houseplants."

Alice glanced over at your partner. "And then there’s Agatha. Infamous witch killer. Master manipulator. She’s—"

"Agatha," you finish for her, your tone calm but firm.

Jen raises an eyebrow. "Exactly. How does that even work? What could you possibly see in her?" Their words are laced with skepticism, curiosity, and maybe a hint of judgment.

Their question echoes in your mind as you pause, your gaze drifting toward the fireplace. Agatha is gesturing animatedly as she explains something to Billy, her smirk firmly in place as she counters one of his endless questions. Even from across the room, you can feel her presence—commanding, magnetic, yet somehow still comforting. You smile as you find yourself slipping into a reverie, memories of you and Agatha unfurling like the petals of a flower.

~

Boston, Massachusetts~ 1902

When you first began exploring your gifts as a green witch, you’d been hesitant, unsure of yourself. Your magic felt wild, unpredictable, and you’d doubted if you’d ever truly master it.

But Agatha saw potential where others saw uncertainty.

The forest was alive with whispers. Leaves rustled overhead, their sound blending with the soft hum of insects and the distant hoot of an owl. You stood in the center of a small clearing, your hands trembling slightly as you tried—again—to coax the stubborn seedling in front of you to bloom.

Agatha leaned against a nearby tree, her arms crossed, watching you with an amused glint in her eyes. She was patient, but her smirk betrayed her confidence that you’d get it eventually.

“Darling, you’re overthinking it,” she said, her tone somewhere between teasing and encouraging. “Magic isn’t something you wrangle like a wild horse. It’s something you become.”

You frowned, glancing at her. “Easy for you to say. Your magic just... works. Mine feels like it has a mind of its own, and it’s not listening to me.”

At that, Agatha pushed off the tree and strode over, her boots crunching softly on the forest floor. She crouched beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. Her touch was firm, grounding, and you immediately felt some of the tension ease from your body.

“You’re not trying to control the plant, are you?” she asked, her voice gentler now.

You hesitated. “Maybe a little.”

She laughed softly, her breath warm against your cheek as she leaned closer. “That’s not how green witches work, my love. Your power comes from connection, not control. Feel it. The seedling doesn’t need to be told to grow—it needs to be invited.”

Agatha’s hands slid over yours, guiding your fingers to gently brush against the delicate leaves of the seedling. “Close your eyes,” she murmured. “Feel the life inside it. The roots in the earth, the sun above, the pulse of the world around it.”

You did as she said, her voice a soothing anchor. At first, you felt nothing but your own nerves, a jittery buzz beneath your skin. But then, as her steady presence grounded you, you began to sense it—a faint thrum, like a heartbeat, nestled in the tiny plant.

“That’s it,” Agatha said, her tone laced with pride. “Now, give it a little nudge. Not with force—with love.”

You exhaled slowly, releasing the last of your tension, and let your magic flow. A soft green glow emanated from your fingertips, and before your eyes, the seedling began to grow, unfurling into a vibrant flower.

Agatha chuckled, her pride unmistakable. “I told you, darling. You’re extraordinary.”

For the first time, you believed it.

~

London, England~ 1934

The coven was gathered in a large, ancient hall, the air thick with magic and tension. Agatha stood at the center, commanding the attention of every witch present. Her presence was magnetic, her violet magic crackling faintly at her fingertips as she outlined her plans for the coven’s future. You sat off to the side, a little nervous but determined to support her. You were still new to gatherings like this, still finding your footing among witches who had centuries of experience over you. But tonight, you felt steadier, bolstered by the way Agatha had kissed your temple before the meeting and whispered, “You belong here. You belong with me.”

The murmurs in the room grew quieter as Agatha continued to speak, her sharp wit and undeniable power holding everyone in thrall. But not everyone was as respectful.

“So, what’s she doing here?”

The voice cut through the room like a dagger, dripping with condescension. You turned to see its owner: a tall, haughty witch with a cascade of dark hair and a sneer fixed firmly on her face. Her name was Evelyn, one of the oldest and most arrogant members of the coven that Agatha decided to target.

Agatha’s speech faltered for only a moment before her gaze snapped to Evelyn, her smile vanishing.

Evelyn didn’t seem to notice—or care. She gestured toward you dismissively. “She’s a green witch, isn’t she? What could someone like that possibly offer on the road to a coven like this? Much less to you, Agatha.”

A ripple of unease spread through the room. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but before you could respond, Agatha’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and dangerous.

“Careful, Evelyn,” she said, her tone cold as ice.

Evelyn smirked. “I’m only saying what everyone’s thinking. Green witches are... quaint. Charming, perhaps. But hardly worth—”

“Enough.”

The word cracked like a whip, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. Agatha stepped forward, her violet magic sparking to life around her hands.

“You dare question why she’s here?” Agatha hissed, her voice rising with fury. “She’s here because she’s my witch. That alone makes her more powerful than you could ever hope to be.”

Evelyn opened her mouth, but Agatha raised a hand, silencing her.

“And if you had even a fraction of her talent,” Agatha continued, her voice dripping with venom, “you’d understand that green witches are not quaint—they are essential. Especially on the road. Their connection to life itself is magic in its purest form. And this one?” She turned, her piercing gaze softening as it landed on you. “This one is extraordinary.”

Evelyn faltered, her bravado crumbling under Agatha’s glare. Without another word, she slunk back into the shadows.

When the meeting ended, Agatha found you near the doorway, her smirk returning as she leaned close.

“Don’t let her words get to you, darling,” she said, her voice smooth. “She’s just jealous. And you know...” She paused, her grin sharpening. “I’ll take particular pleasure in draining her magic when the time comes. No one disrespects my girl.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. With Agatha, you always felt safe. Always seen. Always loved.

~

Brooklyn, New York~ 1966

It was late, one of those evenings where time seemed to stretch lazily. You’d been in the kitchen, preparing tea, when Agatha waltzed in, still dressed from the day but barefoot, her hair slightly mussed. She had that playful smirk on her face, the one that always meant trouble—or fun.

From the little radio on the counter, Donovan’s "Season of the Witch" began to play. Agatha’s eyes lit up as she sauntered over, her hand outstretched.

“Dance with me, darling,” she said, her voice low and inviting.

“Here? Now?” you asked, but the smile creeping onto your face betrayed your feigned protest.

“Of course here, and always now,” she quipped, pulling you into her arms before you could resist.

You’d laughed as she twirled you around the small kitchen, her movements both elegant and ridiculous. She hummed along to the tune, spinning you until the world felt like a blur of candlelight and laughter. When the song slowed, her hands slid to your waist, her forehead resting gently against yours.

“In this moment,” she whispered, her voice unusually soft, “there’s no one else in the world. Just you and me.”

~

Westview, New Jersey~ 2023

One rainy afternoon, as the two of you sat curled up on the couch, Agatha decided to entertain you with her “wicked witch” routine. She stood dramatically, throwing her shawl over her shoulders like a cape, and cackled so convincingly you almost spilled your tea.

“My pretty!” she screeched, pointing a finger at you. “And your little garden, too!”

You’d laughed so hard you cried, clutching your sides as she pranced around the room, mimicking the exaggerated gestures of the Wicked Witch of the West.

“Do you know,” she said, finally flopping back onto the couch beside you, “that character was based on me?”

“Oh, really?” you teased, still catching your breath.

“Absolutely,” she said with a grin. “I was the blueprint. Too bad they didn’t get the look right- I felt downright insulted at the nose they went with.”

You laughed so hard your sides ached. Her ability to make you laugh, even on the darkest days, was one of the many reasons you’d fallen so deeply for her.

~

Back to the present

You can’t help but smile, your fingers tightening slightly around your teacup as Jen and Alice exchanged a glance, clearly impatient.

"Well?" Alice prompts. "What’s the big secret?"

You look back at Agatha just as she catches your eye. Her smirk softens, and with a theatrical flair, she blows you an exaggerated kiss. You giggle despite yourself, shaking your head.

Turning back to Jen and Alice, you simply say, "She makes me laugh."

Alice blinks, clearly taken aback by the simplicity of your answer.

"That’s it?" Jen asks, incredulous.

You shrug, your smile unwavering. "That’s everything."

Before they can press you further, Agatha’s voice cuts through the air.

"Darling!" she calls, her tone dripping with exaggerated affection. "Don’t let those two bore you to death. You’re far too precious for that."

The room chuckles, and you can’t help but laugh along.

Jen mutters something under her breath, but Alice just shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess if she makes you happy..."

"She does," you say firmly, your gaze drifting back to Agatha as your heart swells with affection.

And for the rest of the evening, as the coven continues their meeting, you sit a little taller, secure in the knowledge that the love you and Agatha share is as fierce and enduring as it is unexpected.

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OMG RAY YOU ARE BACK!!!! COULD YOU PLEASE DO MAVUIKA, ARLECCHINO AND EI WITH A SHY GF???

Mavuika, Arlecchino and Ei with a shy! fem! S/O

note -> Glad to be back! Tho I go by Artemis now ^^ My style of writing has changed over time so I hope you don't mind!

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, they are amused, teasing, protectiveness.

MAVUIKA

Mavuika is a bold and confident woman, so she absolutely adores having a shy and timid girlfriend. She finds your quiet nature amusing and makes it her mission to draw you out of your shell.

She loves teasing you, especially in public. Mavuika just adores seeing your cute and flustered face whenever she flirts with you in front of other people. But she would stop the moment she sees you are uncomfortable and/or upset.

Mavuika is incredibly protective of you. While she does want to draw you out of your shell she doesn’t let anyone do anything to overwhelm you. She would always have an arm around you and have you close to her.

She loves physical affection. Mavuika loves having her arms around you, kissing you or just being close to you. She does respect your boundaries and will back off if you ask her to

If you are nervous about speaking in public Mavuika would gladly do it for you, but she would also encourage you to gather your confidence and speak up from time to time.

She loves whispering sweet nothings in your ear just to see you squirm, her laughter filled with genuine affection. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, you know that?”

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino is cold and distant, but with you she is caring and patient. She always makes sure that you are comfortable. Arlecchino understands your shyness and never forces you to be someone you are not.

Whenever you two are in public she would always keep an eye on you. Arlecchino would often have an arm around you, pulling you close to her and making sure you don’t feel overwhelmed and/or to make sure no one is bothering you.

Arlecchino notices every little thing about you—how you fidget when nervous, the way you glance away when embarrassed. She doesn’t call you out on it; she simply finds it endearing.

She has a way of making you feel safe, her presence steady and unwavering. If you ever feel uncomfortable in social situations, she’ll subtly step in and redirect the attention away from you without making a scene.

Though she is known for her ruthlessness, you are her one exception. With you, she is soft, quiet, and infinitely tender, showing you a side of her that no one else ever gets to see.

Behind closed doors Arlecchino is incredibly gentle towards you. She brushes her fingers through your hair, whispering softly, “Take your time, my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

RAIDEN EI

Ei deeply values peace and quiet, so she finds your shy nature to be incredibly comforting. There’s no need for excessive words between you—your presence alone is enough.

She’s not one to tease, but she will gently encourage you to express yourself. But Ei never forces you to go out of your comfort zone, she doesn't want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable.

Ei is patient, never rushing you into situations that make you uncomfortable. She lets you take things at your own pace, always ensuring you feel safe and secure by her side.

She enjoys sitting in comfortable silence with you, drinking tea and eating sweers as the sun sets over Inazuma. The quiet moments you share together mean everything to her.

While she isn’t always the best with words, Ei expresses her love through small, thoughtful gestures—a flower placed on your pillow, a quiet embrace after a long day, a lingering touch that speaks volumes.

To Ei, your shyness is never a weakness—it’s simply part of who you are, and she cherishes every bit of you. “You are perfect as you are. There is no need to change for anyone, least of all me.”

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warnings: fem!reader, children lmao, not much really, being referred to as 'mother', no smut, no romance, we're world building guys. setting up the plot. i've always envisioned the tsaritsa to play matchmaker with her friends(?) so thats what this is based off of lmao

Arlecchino didn’t want a “motherly figure,” and the children didn’t need a “motherly figure” to raise them as soldiers, either. And yet, here we are. Arlecchino sits in the main room of the House of The Hearth, waiting to greet the new “mother” and can’t help but be reminded of the last one the house had. Even the older children seem apprehensive about welcoming someone under that name back to their ranks.

“I’m only assigning you a helper, someone more motherly to perhaps guide the children into being more obedient,” the Tsaritsa smiled. “You yourself have said that this latest batch of kids have been especially hard to keep in line.”

“No offence, my lady, but I hope you are not questioning my abilities…” Arlecchino replied, setting her tea cup down after taking a sip. “I assure you, I am capable of handling my kids.”

The Tsaritsa smiles again, too sweetly. “Yes, dear… just humor me. If she hinders more than she helps, by all means, send her back.” And that was the end of all conversation about the new mother. 

Arlecchino shook from her day dream when a knock sounded through the sleeping hearth. The kids had all been put to bed and only the servants remained awake, tending to the chores left until it was lights out. Arlecchino stood and brushed off her suit, walking to meet the woman at the door. A servant had already welcomed her inside, taking her coat and laying it over her arm. To Arlecchino’s surprise, this was… not what she was expecting. It was you. A girl from her past that she had not only thought she’d never see again but someone she hadn’t thought about in many years. When you lift your eyes and meet Arlecchino’s dark ones, she suddenly feels weak. This is just another bomb for the already radioactive battlefield of her mind. The Tsaritsa is playing games, she realizes. 

“Peruere!” You say way too loudly as you run to her, throwing your arms around her neck as you hug your long lost friend. “It’s been so long! I can’t believe we’re working together, can you? I like your hair, it’s short now- oh wait! No it’s not!” You go on like this until she silences you with a hand raised. 

“The children are sleeping,” she says softly, though her voice is cold. “I did not expect you to see you.” 

Perhaps you are a new maid, there have been some that retired recently, maybe that’s why you’re here and she won’t have to deal with this much enthusiasm everyday. 

“I know right? But I had been offered a job that pays way more than the old babysitting gig I had, so I thought- hey why not?” You beam at her and then take a step back to examine what she’s wearing, making Arlecchino smirk a little as she holds her head high. 

“Ground rules. Follow me to your room and I’ll explain.”

”You can call me “Father,” or Arlecchino, but do not call me Peruere.” You nod, wishing you had something to write these down as she speaks them. 

“No leaving the grounds without somebody knowing where you’re going. This is for your safety and ours, as the Fatui has a reputation.” You nod, thinking about how fun it will be working with an old friend. 

“You cannot invite people over. Do you have any close family members or friends who may want to visit? Make sure you let them know that they cannot simply drop by for tea.” You nod once again, thinking about tea. 

“If you get sick, this is the in house hospital,” Arlecchino gestures to a door with a window. You stop to peer inside and you can see two boys sleeping soundly in separate cots. They look comfortable… for being in a hospital. “Broken leg and a fever,” says the Father beside you as she gazes in at the two for a moment before continuing her tour, gesturing you along. She has only taken you down the east wing and you’ve passed mostly just sleeping quarters and the hospital. Suddenly the lights turn off and you gasp at the surprise, running into Arlecchino’s back as you adjust to the darkness. 

“The maids must have finished their work,” she murmurs, reaching for a candle on a high (higher than the children,) shelf and lit it with a set of matches beside it. Arlecchino led the way with candlelight, staring straight ahead as if looking at you would cause her to turn to stone.

Eventually she stops at a room, nearly at the end of the hall. “This is yours,” she says, unlocking the door with a key from her pocket she must have had in preparation for your arrival. She hands you the key after unlocking and opens the door. You step inside, looking around the dark room. You can’t make out much, but as Arlecchino begins lighting the candles with her own, you can see that the place is very plainly decorated but still homey at the same time. There is a large, plush bed, windows, even a little study area and lots of doilies. 

“Can I decorate?” You ask, sitting on the bed, placing your suitcase beside you on the floor.

Arlecchino smirks again, but nods. “However you wish. I’ll show you my room another time, but I trust you are tired and would like to rest after such a long commute,” she turns and shuts the door behind her, but as she walks down the empty, dark hallway, she hears you unlatch the door behind her and call out “Goodnight!” 

The next morning you awaken to your alarm, set for six. The sun shines through your window and you can’t help but feel cozy in bed, warm, finely crafted sheets bunched around your body and the large windows of the highest floor allowing sunlight to peek through and embrace you as you blink away the stupor of sleep. Then you remember where you are, and the duties laid out for you. You are to be Peruere- no, Arlecchino’s right hand. Her partner, if you will. Support her decisions and help her to raise the children with dignity and fighting spirits. Or that’s what you remember being told, anyway. You dress yourself and then begin your descent down the long hallways and steep stairs of The House, seeing more open doors than last night. Some of the children are still in their rooms, talking to roommates, some are playing with toys, and some stare at you as you walk by with wary eyes. You try to smile as sweetly as you can, but they only shrink further into their rooms. It will take time, you suppose…

Arlecchino is in the kitchen, sitting at a little table with a mug in one hand, the paper in the other. Beside her sits a little boy, holding a little penguin toy on the table as it bounces mechanically. 

“Father,” you say, taking the first step in conversation and starting it yourself. The cooks look up at you, staring before continuing their job when Arlecchino snaps her fingers. “My night was very comfortable. Thank you for showing such hospitality.”

She hums into her mug as she takes a sip. The boy looks up at you, his head cocked in a curious way. You tilt your head back at him and he smiles shyly. 

“Who is this?” You ask as you sit beside him. He glanced nervously at Arlecchino, who watched silently before sitting up to turn the penguin toward you. 

“His name is Pers,” he says softly, twisting the wind on his back to make him jump around. The penguin is so lively and loud, unlike this boy before you.

“He’s so cute. I’ve never seen anybody like him before, is he unique?” 

“I made him,” says the boy bashfully, tugging the penguin back into his arms, hugging the mechanical bird to his chest. 

“And what would your name be?” You ask, resisting the urge to overwhelm the boy with affection. He was too sweet. You couldn’t imagine a boy like him being a part of the Fatui, but he’s clearly very skilled if he could make Pers at such a young age. It’s likely he’s just as skilled with more dubious hobbies as well...

“Freminet,” he murmurs softly. Freminet looks up at Arlecchino, who seems to silently answer his own silent question and then hops off the chair and runs into the other room. Arlecchino chuckles into her mug, gazing at you over her paper.

“He will need time to warm to you. If you wish for immediate friendship, I can show you some others who will take to you.”

“Well, I don’t expect that of the children,” you say, leaning to look at the paper she’s reading. She watches you with intrigue, how you effortlessly lean into her personal space like it means nothing at all. “I would like it if you introduced me to them, though. Maybe if it came from you, they would feel more comfortable around me.”

She hums noncommittally and sets her mug down. “Do you have any idea what your job is here?”

You blink at her, then smile ever so slightly. “Be a mother?”

Arlecchino laughs, a low raspy sound. “Neither do I…”

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𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Synopsis : Your lover, plagued by thoughts, is afraid to fall asleep.

A short and soft Arlecchino x GN!Reader fanfiction.

a/n : This is my first attempt at such a short format, I can't tell if it brings as much comfort as I wanted it to bring but here it is in any case. May you have a pleasant reading ! Also, all of this emerged because I had a very specific image in mind while making a Playlist so here it is as well.

Word count : 609.

I do not consent for my work to be used in any way by AI.

Tendrils of dust danced around the room, illuminated by the Moon’s pale glow.

The Knave’s room, a stage on which the two of you thrived.

Her fingers were entangled with your hair, her gaze lingering on your sleeping form.

The events in Fontaine had taken quite the toll on her despite her unwillingness to admit such a thing. Yet, she couldn’t let her resolve falter. Project Stuzha was slowly coming to fruition; those accursed bureaucrats were probably jubilating. They were awaiting her and her children’s fall although they would never say it out loud. A sigh escaped her lips. Her free hand found its way on your back, softly rubbing circles on it in an attempt to ground herself.

How many restless nights has it been? How many would be enough? She was worried. Worried about the fate that might befall on the Children if she were to let her guard down. Worried that someday, you would lose all sense of self because of the erosion that was slowly but surely eating you away.

Yet, she would never admit to it.

Your head rested on her bare thighs, your form curled around hers, seeking her warmth. Arlecchino unknowingly started tracing the few scars littered around your back, oblivious that you were stirring away from sleep.

As her eyes drifted in the distance, seemingly seeking answers in the Moon’s shape, your hand reached her cheek, softly stroking it. For a second, you swore that she appeared startled. An unusual look and an unusual reaction.

“Arle… What is on your mind?”

Your unsteady, groggy voice, still heavy from slumber, reached her ears. She looked back at you, her hands stopping in their tracks.

“Everything is alright, Dear. You should go back to sleep.”

Although still somewhat disoriented because of your awakening, you could tell that she wasn’t telling the truth. To be fair, she hadn’t even answered your initial answer. Yet, there wasn’t much that could be done on your end. You knew that she preferred for others to know little about what was going on in her mind, in her life… to know little about her. This included you. You knew that you probably knew more about your lover than most but, despite that, she wanted to keep you in the dark about certain matters.

You weren’t exactly certain what could be done in order to sooth her seemingly cloudy mind. Tentatively, you got up and embraced her frame, guiding her head to your chest. Your hands found their way in her hair, stroking it, massaging her scalp. She remained unmoving for a little while, her eyes halfway opened, staring in the emptiness. Absentmindedly, her hands found solace on your back. Those hands, a testimony of her curse. There were times when - despite knowing deep down that it wouldn’t actually happen – she feared that the curse might engulf you as well.

You planted a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Would you like to lie down with me?”

Imposing sleep on her wasn’t necessarily a good option, especially since you weren’t sure exactly what made her so distressed, but you couldn’t bear seeing her this way while doing nothing. She hummed in response, and you guided her body against yours, cradling her in your embrace.

Your familiar scent, your mostly soft skin, your steady breath, your delicate touch…

Perhaps a couple of hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt in the end.

Her eyes, crossed by garnet, closed themselves for the first time in a long while.

For the first time in a long time, she has decided to succumb to the sweetest of temptations.

Your embrace.

Her lover.

You.

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Sevika coming to you after a fight because she wants you to take care of her, and you end up cleaning her wounds and feeding her idk maybe a cuddly sleep afterrr😭

♡♥︎ Take Care of Sev, Please ♥︎♡

Warnings: mentioned violence, minor blood, brief cursing, fluff, light angst, comfort

You knew something was wrong the moment you heard the sound of heavy boots echoing through the door. It wasn’t the usual confident, calculated stride of Sevika—it was slower, almost labored. And if you listened closely, you could hear a low, pained grunt, like she was trying to force herself to walk through the door.

You glance up from your book, a faint ache of worry already blooming in your chest. Sure enough, Sevika stands there, silhouetted in the dim light from the hallway. Her shoulders are slumped slightly, her usual imposing figure somehow smaller, as if the weight of the world has momentarily worn her down.

She stands in the doorway for a moment, her intense grey eyes scanning the room, before she finally meets your gaze.

“Hey,” she rasps, her voice rougher than usual, a little quieter. “I need somethin’.”

You’re on your feet before you can stop yourself, the concern rising in your chest like a tide. “Sevika… what happened?”

Her lips curl in a faint, almost bitter smile. “’Course you’d ask that. I just got into a bit of a scuffle is all.”

You take a few careful steps toward her, your eyes scanning her face—those tired eyes that usually burn with quiet rage are clouded with something else now. Exhaustion. Pain. You can see the blood staining the edges of her poncho, the faint shimmer of her prosthetic arm, now dented and scraped, betraying the chaos she’s just been through.

You can’t help it; your heart tightens. “You’re hurt.”

Sevika shrugs, trying to play it off, but the slight wince as she moves tells you everything you need to know. “I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You don’t buy it. “Come here.” You step closer, reaching out, but not before catching the flicker of hesitation in her gaze.

She doesn’t move at first, as if weighing whether or not to push you away, but eventually, her shoulders sag, and she gives in, her broad frame following you to the couch.

You guide her down slowly, careful not to make the pain worse. Once she’s seated, you kneel in front of her, your eyes scanning the damage. Her cheek is bruised, blood trickling from a small cut near her lip. Her left arm—her prosthetic—is covered in scratches and dents. But it’s the way her body stiffens when you reach to touch the injured part of her arm that catches your attention.

She flinches but doesn’t pull away. You let out a breath, your fingers gently brushing against the area.

“You know,” you murmur, “you don’t have to be tough around me. You can let me take care of you.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares down at you, her grey eyes unreadable, before something shifts. Her lip curls slightly, though the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I didn’t come here for a lecture.”

You grin softly. “You came here because you know I’ll make it better.”

“Yeah,” she mutters, almost under her breath. “Guess you’re right.”

You get to work on cleaning her wounds, starting with her cheek. The gash isn’t deep, but it’s enough to make her wince when you gently wipe away the blood. Sevika doesn’t say a word as you work, though you catch the occasional flicker of something in her expression—vulnerability, maybe. Or maybe it’s just the comfort she allows herself to feel when she’s with you.

“You’re always so fucking rough with yourself,” you murmur as you carefully apply antiseptic. “You need to stop throwing yourself into danger like this.”

She scoffs, but it’s softer than usual, more tired. “What else am I supposed to do? Live a quiet life in the undercity? Fat chance.”

“You could… let me help more,” you suggest, looking up at her. Her eyes catch yours for a moment, but she quickly looks away, her jaw tightening.

“You don’t need to be involved in all this,” she mutters. “It’s too much.”

You pause for a beat, your fingers hovering over her arm. You both know that this life—her life—isn’t easy. It’s messy, brutal, and relentless. But you’ve never shied away from it. You’ve never asked her to change, only to let you be a part of it. And maybe, just maybe, that’s something she’s beginning to understand.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you say softly, voice full of warmth and sincerity. “I’m here, Sev. For whatever it’s worth, I’m here.”

For the first time tonight, she lets out a small, bitter laugh, though it’s not without fondness. “You really know how to say the right thing, don’t you?”

You just smile, focusing on bandaging her arm. “Just get used to it. I’m good at this.”

You finish with the last of her wounds, taking a step back to assess your work. She’s been cleaned up, but you still see the lingering exhaustion in her posture. The tough exterior is cracking, and beneath it, you can see the weariness that even she can’t hide.

“Now what?” she asks, almost like she’s unsure of what to do next.

You tilt your head, a playful glint in your eye. “Now? You’re going to rest.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. “And you’re going to make me?”

“Absolutely,” you say with a grin. “Don’t make me put you to bed.”

She snorts but doesn’t protest when you help her to her feet. There’s an ease between you two now, a comfort that’s hard to deny. As you lead her to the bedroom, you notice how her grip tightens around your wrist, almost like she’s afraid to let go.

When you get to the bed, you pull the blankets back, urging her to lie down. She hesitates for a moment but finally does, sprawling out on her back, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her prosthetic arm rests on the mattress beside her, and her eyes flicker toward you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” she asks, though her voice is softer now, tinged with fatigue.

You shake your head, pulling the covers up around her. “Nah. I’m staying right here.”

Sevika’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she closes her eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking her. You settle beside her, careful not to disturb the fragile quiet between you. You reach out, your hand gently brushing against her hair, smoothing it back from her face.

She shifts slightly, leaning into the touch. And for once, it’s okay to be soft. To let down the walls. To let someone take care of you.

“Thanks,” she mutters, voice barely audible. “For not running when things get ugly.”

You smile softly, your fingers brushing against her cheek. “You think I’d leave you?”

Sevika doesn’t answer, but you feel her relax into your touch, her breathing evening out as sleep slowly takes over. You settle beside her, holding her close, letting the warmth of her presence fill the room. For tonight, there’s no fighting. No pain. Just the quiet comfort of being together, in this moment.

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I see your request for Sevika headcannons and I raise you the idea that Modern!Sevika is absolutely an old man despite being in her 40’s. After she settles down, she’s in bed by 9:30, wears reading glasses with a chain on them (love me a butch in glasses tbh), has her designated reclining chair that’s perfectly molded to her butt, and sits in front of the window to watch her bird feeder and shoo away squirrels. Our girl deserves her rest.

YEAHHHHHHHHHH HEHEHE THANK YOU FOR THIS BEEE 🤭🤭 grandpa sevika is so me we’d be perfect for each other <33 also you’re right she deserves a quiet and simple life heheh

most mornings you’ll find her curled up in front of you while you wrap your arms around her waist. if she’s awake before you, she’ll have a book in her hands, reading glasses (with the chain) perched on her nose, an adorably sleepy squint on her face as she tries to focus on the words with the sun illuminating the room.

you’ll snuggle closer to her and take in her cozy scent, along with the lingering sleep-warmth from your little den. it’ll take at least an hour, maybe more, for the both of you to get out of bed, too busy yawning and kissing and giggling and reading to each other to make an effort to get up. it’s not like it matters though, you know you have the whole day to yourselves.

if she’s not in bed next to you, there’s a 100% chance she’ll be found on the front porch, sipping from her mug of tea (or coffee if she needs it), staring up into the trees at some bird you’ve never heard of. you’ll pad out there as quietly as possible, yet still get reprimanded because “your stomping will scare it away!”

sevika’s job is to tidy up the bed while you make her coffee or tea, and then she meets you in the kitchen to start breakfast. sometimes it’s simple, just a slice of toast and some jam, and sometimes you cobble up a big enough feast to feed the entire neighborhood. but either way, you sit at the table and eat together, helping her answer the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper. no matter how many times she’s told that she can do an unlimited number of crosswords online, she refuses. she thinks the paper version is better. (she doesn’t know how to use her phone).

after breakfast, you’ll find something to do with your time. either a small renovation to your house, like forcing sevika to fix the creaky doors after months of complaining about it, going for a walk or hike, volunteering together, or just watching tv all day. she’ll huff and claim that she doesn’t wanna leave the house and have to put up with the stupidity of everyone else in the world, but as soon as you get her outside, she’s having the time of her life.

she’ll point out different trees and plants on your walk, spilling hundreds of facts about them as if it’s common sense. she spends her free time reading, watching documentaries, and playing trivia, so of course she knows everything about everything.

and at the end of the day, (well, the “end” for her, which is just mid-afternoon) she’ll be found relaxing and unwinding in her recliner. it’s hers only. she spends hours in that thing, flicking through tv channels, reading 3 books per day, trying to teach herself how to knit or crochet, having a conversation with you from another room, sleeping, eating, anything. that thing is molded to her body perfectly, you think she might love it more than she loves you. there’s an indent where her ass always plants itself, perfectly shaped wells for her legs, and creases where her elbows poke into the armrests.

she’ll have you bring her dinner while she stares out the window, marveling at the hummingbirds that stop by to sip on the sweet nectar from sevika’s hummingbird feeder. she’ll curse when a dog and it’s owner walk by and scare her birdies away, but you know of her secret stash of dog treats for the rare occasion that she lets them get close to her.

and then after dinner, she’ll turn on some nature documentary and close the blinds, surrounding herself with the gentle aura of you scrubbing the dishes clean in the sink, the soft buzz of the tv along with the wildlife it’s showing, her soft recliner, and the love in her heart after a long day. she’s out like a light in an instant. this happens every night, you’ll hear her gentle snores floating in from the living room, and you’ll walk in to find her fast asleep in her recliner. yet again.

“sevika, baby.” you whisper, shaking her gently.

nothing.

“sevikaaaaa!!” you sing, hoping it’ll pull her out of dreamland.

again, nothing.

you reach over to the coffee table and grab the remote, then turn the tv off for the night.

“hey, i was watching that!” she pouts, suddenly wide awake.

“no you weren’t, sleepyhead. let’s get you to bed.”

“it’s not bedtime yet.” she argues. “it’s only 8:59. i have half an hour.”

you roll your eyes and pull her up from where she’s melted against her seat, then drag her to the bathroom to shower after a long day. she’ll relax into you as you massage her scalp, and then she’ll scrub your back as gently as possible. sometimes things get a little steamy, like a makeout session against the wall. but sometimes, like today, she’s to sleepy to try anything.

as soon as the clock strikes 9:30, she’s tight in your arms again, drooling onto her pillow, her gentle snoring filling the room. you wouldn’t trade this gentle life for the world, no matter how exhausting it can be to keep up with the chores that every new day presents, each one getting harder as you age and get more worn out. but you know it’ll all be okay, because you have sevika and sevika has you, and that thought eases you into sleep alongside her.

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At the Roosters crow

Genre : Fluff

Summary : You've been waiting on your wife for the longest time, not knowing she'll come home today.

Notes : Tell me LGBTQIA+ community. am I basic for the fantasy to wait on my wife on our farm and yearn for her(?), fluff, domestic, established relationship

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You looked down on your hands, fluffy soap was clinging onto them, there was a raw feeling to it. You scrubed the plate. It was already clean, but, who knew? You put it to the side, taking the cup you just used, you turned it in your hand and smiled.

Your thumb dragged over the small crack leading towards the caricature of a cowboy.

"Stupid.", you mumbled with a smile, cleaning the remaining honey out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your fingers traced the rim of the cup, it was one among many with little drawings on it, some were already gone, but the most of them still stood. You took it out, turned it in your hand. The sweat that clinged onto your skin had cooled, leaving you with a chilling feel.

You looked towards the cash register where Argus stood, fishing out the petty pennies for her cigarettes. You moved towards her, the cup hanging from one hand, while the other grabbed into your bag that was hanging from her shoulder.

"Cup and cigs."

You put the money down and hear the 'ching' of the register seconds later.

As you are back in the car, she turns it around, her face blank.

"Reminded me of you.", you said, seizing her reaction.

She huffed and your shoulders visibly relaxed. "Stupid."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You secure it next to the plate without looking, your gaze set on the far horizon colored in oranges and reds that was rising above the winter fields. A sigh slips your lips and your head drops back down, meet with the dirty water and the smell of chemicals. You turned away from it all, facing the living room. Away from the baren lands, riddled with everything that wasn't her.

That stupid woman had stopped sending you letters three days ago, or maybe they just arrived later? You were biting your wedding ring. Would you know it when she died? Would you wake up in the middle of the nigth, knowing? Would you be sent a letter, would there be a body to be buried, would there- you moved into the living room with no purpose. You looked at the clock. Five fiftysix. Your shoulders dropped and your hand raked through your greasy hair.

The post man would get here at six.

"A few minutes..." you mumbled, and the Rooster crowed, two minutes to early. Two minutes to know if she has died or not. No, she isn't dead. But she has never been away for so long since you said yes to eachother. Your eyes focused on the long black arm of it. Tick, tick, ticking away. You draped the green blanket over your shoulders to protect yourself against the chilly wind, it reminded you a bit of her, your fingers went over the seams, gently and you sighed. How much you missed her.

Your hand trails down the railing, splintered and woody, you migth have to think about painting it again.

There it was, behind the picked fence and in front of you.

The Mail Box, yet to have its red flag be put up by the Mail man, you looked upon the horizon, it had lost its fire and cooled down with a blue. Your finger tapped upon its metal. Where was she. You stood on your tip toes, looking for that big white van. Where was he? You noticed a shillouette, not car shaped, but human instead. You crocked a brow. Had his car broken down? You hissed in pain for him, walking all the way out here, when he was there you'd get him a glass of water and maybe some-

You squeezed your eyes, noticing a cowboy hat. You gasped. It couldn't be. You clutched the mail box closer, trying to make out a few more detail, the hair, the clothes. Wretched darkness. The gun.

"Argus...?", you mumbled and she looked up as if she had heard you.

"Argus."

You opened small gate and ran, stumbling over stones and your own feet on the way, she seemed to be tired, her feet lazy, you could care less, reaching her after not even a minute, jumping into her arms, making her fall.

"Hello would not have been enough?", she asked as you hid within the crock of her neck. You could only shake your head, breathing her scent in. "Do you want to unclutch me?", the question was rhetorical, she knew your answer already.

You shake your head again and she chuckles. "Of course not."

But she did not even make an effort in getting up, apparently deciding the dirty road was more comfortable, patting your back and kissing your head.

"We should go in.", she groaned, already trying to heave the both of you up. "Could you let go of me, darlin'?"

You breath her in a last time before moving to the side, giving her space to get up.

"Now look at you.", she said with a grin. You were still on the floor, blanket secured over your shoulders, your eyes a bit watery. "Come here, baby.", her calloused hand extended towards you and you swung yourself back into her arms. "There we go."

She slung one around your waist, her boots heaving as she led you back towards the cottage. "How are the animals holding up?"

"Good...they've been missing you."

"Have they?"

She leaned her body on yours, crickets played their violins in the high grass and the horizon was layered in blues. Why'd it remind you of your wedding day?

You put your head on her shoulder. "So very much."

She threw her gun on her shoulder as she chuckled. "I missed ya'll too."

She put her weapon against the big mirror in the hallway "Do we have food?"

You played around with your wedding band. "I will warm it up for you."

She was rigth on your heels as you did, her hand finding your waist.

"Looks good.", she sticked her finger into it, leading it into her mouth. "Tastes pretty good, too. As expected."

You shake your head, turning the food in the pan. "You should not stick your fingers inside your food."

She crocked a brow. "You said something else entirely just two weeks ago."

You threaten her with the spatula, holding it high. She grinned, patting your hip before moving into the living room. You whined a bit, watching her leave. She snorted. "I just need to sit down, baby. Been on my feet for too long."

You sighed, starting to turn the flame up as she got comfortable. Soon after you were able to hand over her plate.

"Thank you sweetheart."

You dropped next to her, pulling the green blanket over the both of you.

"I've missed you..." you tell her.

She chuckles while chewing. "I've missed you too." Her head drops onto your shoulder and her hand slides around your waist. It was awkward, but nice.

"Tastes good?"

She nods, then groans and leans back, as if she had a thougth she didn't like. "The Rooster will wake us tommorow, won't he?"

"I'd guess so, it's what he has always done.", you chuckle and she gives you a side eye.

"Why can't we just kill him?", she mumbles under her breath and it makes you laugh.

"You know why.", you say as you move to take out her braid, her braid has gone frizzy in the last few weeks. "It just is too expensive to buy new hens every few years." She grunts, but it turns into a hum when you have your hands comb through her hair, despite the frizz, it still feels silky and nice, her empty plate clatters onto the table and she makes you fall into the couch. You wrap your legs around her as your hands comb through her hair. You finally had her back.

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Pulled her a few days ago!!

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Sevika on a deeper level

Random hc of your relationship with sevika

You're predictable

No matter how fun of a person you are, how eventful you are, how everyone say that you're full of surprises. it doesn't work with sevika. she read you like an open book, constantly thinking about what you did and what would be the outcome. You can not surprise her on her birthday or valentines or anniversary. She always knows what you're doing, thinking, planning.

But it has it owns benefits you're never in danger anymore.

You were trying to put something on the wall and the chair beneath you trembles? Sevika is catching you without even looking at you or stopping what she's doing, putting you down and getting on with her day.

You were trying a new fruit you just found on a bush and it feels tingly as soon as you put it in your mouth? Her hands is infront of you

"Spit it out"

She's making you spit the inedible thing before giving you water.

You're making a short cut to your home?oh no You're not she gets you by your collar pulling you back to the main street.

You're trying to drink something new?ordering her usual?yes, she'll let you. before she plays her last round, her cigarette on the corner of her mouth as she places the card, collecting the money. and before you feel the extreme dizziness she's picking you up like you weigh nothing, placing you on her shoulders and leaving the place.

"Will you do that again?"

She asks as she pull you closer to her warm body, in bed. you cling to her like she's the only thing protecting you from the whole world.

"No"

You mumble in her chest she puts out her cigar in the ashtray, drawing circles on your back, grounding you.

"Didn't think so"

She breaths in your hair Kissing the top of your head

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Genshin didn't give me Arlecchino valentines art, so I had to do some self-service in this house 😭😂

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I just had fun with the colours. Still have to learn how to draw hands. Yeehaw

Stars are a must. Cant draw without them. It is illegal.

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─ BETTER LATE THAN NEVER .ᐟ .

- ❝ Mild angst, guilt, late Valentine’s Day surprise, lots of fluff, Sevika being a workaholic but making up for it.❞

The day had been a blur of work, papers, and endless discussions. Sevika barely had time to breathe between meetings, her mind occupied with council matters, trade agreements, and the usual bureaucratic nonsense. She barely registered the time until one of the other council members, shoola said,

"Aren't you worried your wife is upset? I mean… it is Valentine’s Day, after all."

Sevika froze.

Valentine’s Day.

Her heart sank. She hadn’t even sent a message. No flowers, no quick “I love you,” nothing. She’d been so buried in work that she had completely forgotten.

She muttered a curse under her breath, gathering her papers in a rush. The moment the meeting ended, she bolted out of the council chambers, pushing past people as she made a beeline for home.

The house was dark when she arrived. No warm glow of candlelight, no soft music playing in the background—just silence. The scent of food lingered faintly in the air, though it had gone cold.

Sevika swallowed the lump in her throat as she took in the sight of half-deflated balloons slumped in the corner, their bright colors now dull in the dim room. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before making her way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, she was met with neatly packed containers of food—dishes she knew you had spent hours making. Everything labeled, everything carefully stored so it wouldn’t go to waste.

She felt like absolute shit.

Her heavy boots barely made a sound as she climbed the stairs, already dreading what she’d find. And there you were, curled up in bed, buried under the blankets, breathing softly in the quiet of the night. The dim light from the window cast a soft glow on your face, peaceful in sleep, but Sevika could see the dried mascara smudged at the corners of your eyes.

She clenched her jaw. Guilt gnawed at her as she grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed and gently draped it over you, tucking it in around your shoulders. You deserved better than this.

She stripped out of her work clothes, took a quick shower to wash off the exhaustion of the day, and slipped under the covers beside you. Careful not to wake you, she reached out, letting her fingers trail lightly along your arm before pressing her forehead against your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she whispered, voice thick with regret. “I should’ve been here. I should’ve—” She exhaled sharply, her breath warm against your skin. “I love you. I love you so much, and I fucked up. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You stirred slightly, shifting to face her, your sleepy eyes barely open as you hummed, “S’fine, Sev…”

But it wasn’t fine.

Sevika stayed awake long after you drifted back into sleep, her mind racing with ways to fix this.

She was up before the sun the next morning.

It was her day off, and she intended to make up for yesterday in every possible way.

The first stop was the flower shop down the street. She picked out your favorite ones, making sure they were fresh, vibrant—the way you deserved them to be. Then she made a quick detour to a jewelry store, her eyes scanning the cases until she found it: a delicate necklace, simple yet elegant, one that perfectly matched the earrings she had given you a while back.

And, of course, there was the last thing. The thing you had been asking for for months now.

By the time she got home, the sun was just starting to rise, casting golden light through the windows. She carefully placed the flowers in a vase, set the small velvet box on the counter, and finally, set down the small pet carrier, where a sleepy kitten blinked up at her with wide, curious eyes.

Sevika smirked, scratching behind its ears before making her way upstairs.

You were still curled up in bed, the blankets tangled around you. Sevika sat on the edge of the mattress, brushing a few strands of hair from your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Baby,” she murmured, voice warm and low. “Wake up.”

You groaned, stretching slightly before blinking up at her, your voice still groggy. “What…?”

Sevika smirked. “I got something for you.”

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. And that’s when you saw it—the flowers, the box, and, most importantly, the tiny kitten now climbing onto Sevika’s lap, letting out a tiny meow.

Your eyes widened, and Sevika chuckled as she handed the kitten over to you. “Happy late Valentine’s Day, angel.”

You gasped, holding the little fluffball close. “No way. No way. You actually—,vika oh my god.” You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before nuzzling into the kitten.

Sevika watched you with a small smile, then grabbed the necklace box, flipping it open. “Figured this might go with those earrings you love,” she murmured, placing it into your hand.

Your breath hitched slightly as you looked at the delicate chain, your heart swelling.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly, looking up at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

“I did,” Sevika corrected, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Because I don’t ever want you to think I take you for granted. I know I messed up, and I hate that I hurt you.” She exhaled, her thumb stroking your cheek. “So let me make it up to you, yeah?”

You smiled, leaning into her touch. “You already have.”

Sevika pulled you into a slow, lingering kiss, the kitten trapped between both of you as you laughed softly against her lips.

You kissed Sevika again, slower this time, your fingers threading into her damp hair, still smelling faintly of soap and something unmistakably her. She hummed into the kiss, her hand resting warm on the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer.

The kitten mewed between you both, wriggling slightly, and you both broke apart with a soft chuckle.

“Guess we’ve got company now,” Sevika murmured, watching as the tiny creature nestled into the crook of your arm.

You cradled the little ball of fur, scratching behind its ears. “I can’t believe you actually got me a cat.”

Sevika smirked. “You’ve been begging for fucking months. Figured I’d stop pretending I wasn’t gonna cave eventually.”

You bit your lip, glancing at her. “Did you name them?”

She shook her head. “Figured I’d let you do that.”

You looked down at the tiny kitten, stroking its soft fur. After a moment, you smiled. “How about Lucky?”

Sevika raised a brow. “Lucky?”

You nodded, meeting her gaze. “Because I feel pretty damn lucky right now".

Something softened in her expression, and she leaned in, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Cheesy,” she murmured, lips lingering against your skin. “But I like it.”

You grinned, tucking the kitten into the blanket before turning back to the little velvet box still resting between you. Carefully, you lifted the delicate necklace from its case, running your fingers over the cool metal. “Put it on me?”

Sevika nodded, taking the chain from you. You turned, pulling your hair to the side as she gently clasped it around your neck, her fingers brushing against your skin. Her touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and you felt the warmth of her breath against your shoulder.

“Looks good on you,” she murmured.

You turned back around, smiling up at her. “You always pick the best gifts.”

She huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Not always. Sometimes I forget the most important ones.”

Your gaze softened, reaching up to cup her cheek. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

She exhaled, leaning into your touch, her eyes searching yours as if making sure you really meant it. And you did. Sevika wasn’t perfect—she worked too much, forgot things, and sometimes got caught up in her own head—but she loved you. She loved you enough to make up for her mistakes, enough to always try.

And that was enough.

“Come on,” you said, nudging her lightly. “We still have an entire Valentine’s dinner sitting in the fridge. Help me heat it up?"

Sevika smirked. “Anything for you, love.”

Together, you made your way downstairs, Lucky trailing behind you with tiny, eager steps. Sevika rolled up her sleeves, pulling out the food containers as you grabbed plates. The kitchen filled with the comforting sounds of soft laughter, the clinking of dishes, the warmth of home.

And as you sat together, sharing a meal in the early morning light, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was even better than a perfect Valentine’s Day.

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Scrap Metal Love

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Sevika has forgotten about Valentine and has to scrap something together now.

Notes : Happy late Valentine you whores (affectionate), had no time to finish this earlier (homework), gave my best to write her in character, F!Reader, Jinx is there, so is that one old lady background character who I gave a vague backstory, stay gay today, sry if the quality of the work isn't good

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Her hand wiped away the blood on her cheek, but the mirror showed only how it smeared. She grunted, she'd remove it after saying hello to you, after going home. She sighed. Home to you. That had been her motivation for the whole day. For everyday in the past few years. She nodded along as Silco talked, only lending him half an ear. It was the usual, a simple callback on what happened and some reports. She completely tuned out once the blue haired demon entered the conversation. She rubbed her neck, her mind drifting back to you, what she'd give to have those hands run along your sides, have her lips drift down your throath, leaving marks, what she'd give to watch your back arch-

"You may take your leave now, Sevika." Silco mumbled and she was ripped out of her fantasies.

She turned around without another word, praying that the devil would continue to pay her no mind, but Jinx of course did not listen.

She popped her lips. "Have a fun Valentine~"

She turned around, slowly. "What?"

Her head crocked, before pointing to the calender at the wall. "It's the fourteenth.", she giggled "Have you" she popped her lips "forgotten?"

She rolled her eyes, pushing the handle down and closing the door once she was out, only to slump against it. "Fuck."

Usually she didn't have a thougth left for the day, but you were the corniest mother fucker she had ever meet. She rubbed her eyes, muttering curses as she pushed herself off the door, hearing Jinxes giggle in her ears, but that migth have just been her imagination. This wouldn't be hard, rigth? What did one buy on valentines day? She slowly moved down, to the busy bar that she gladly ignored, dead set on the exit at the back. The people knew better than to cross her. She remembered you talking about chocolates and roses, only realizing now that those had been hints.

"How fucking dense are you?", she asked herself, pulling both lighter and cigarette out. She protected the fire with her free hand as she chewed on the rolled tobacco as if it was a toy, before the tip finally ignited, she took the smoke in, having it fill her lungs. Usually you would ligth them for her and rigth after you'd lean against her side, she'd grab your hip with her metal arm, leading the both of you out, or she'd push you against the wall. It depended on the day, really. Now she was left to move out alone into the dirty Zaun streets, looking for the impossible while smoke was pouring out of her mouth.

Chocolate and Roses....chocolate and roses...chocolate and- her eyes fell onto some scrap metal on the floor. Roses. She brougth the cigarette back to her lips. She got closer, picked it up to inspect it, turned it in her rough hands.

Maybe that blue devil could be of use for something.

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"So you did forget-"

"Shut it and concentrate on that rose."

It took some convincing untill Jinx had agreed to help and take Sevikas idea to her workshop.

"Like yesh, this is fucking corny. Imagine someone figuring out how much of a weakness this woman is for you~"

She clenched her metal arm before releasing it. She'd punch some punks teeth out tommorow, but today she had to be patient. The most patient she had better been. You better appreciate this. She could imagine your smile while you talked about how much you loved it. It would be worth it.

"I mean like, this is such a corny idea too! Metal Roses...what, should I drill her face in there too?"

"Are you done soon?", she was very happy she had found the girl without Silco, she could only picture the stupid face he'd give her. It gave her a fucking headache, like the Devils whole workshop, she needed to get out of there asap.

"Pretty fucking stupid of you to just forget.", she held the finished metal rose up, removing the mask from her face.

"You tell me...", she took it, examing the handiwork as Jinx spun on her chair.

"Now....you'll get me those expensive crayons?"

"I'll talk with Silco about it.", she huffed, stuffing it into her bag and getting the hell out of there.

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Her fingers carefully dragged over the smoothed out metal. It had a silver hue, but it was overall pretty blue. She'd never admit it into Jinx face, but the kid had done a good job. Sevika put the rose back, carefully. It was just a shame that she couldn't conjure up some chocolate.

Sevika went on, maybe she could call up some old favors, she would do that for you.

Or she could just- she catched something from the corner of her eyes. She squeezed them, making out a hunched figure through the dirty glass. Or she'd just ask your aunt, who coincidentally enough was one of those favors.

The doorbell rung as she stepped inside, the ligth was dim and there were boxes, stacked up on eachother.

"We're closed."

She called without looking up and Sevika crocked a brow. "Is that a way to greet your future niece in law?"

She looked up, her face blank. "Oh, it's you."

The Lady didn't sound exactly happy to see her. But the feeling was reciprocated. She got back to counting her money. "So...you did...?"

She chuckled. "No, not yet, I'm here for something else."

Aunt Soph gave her a quick glance.

She swallowed some of her spit before going on. "I need chocolate."

The woman turned her full body towards Sevika, her lips pressed against eachother in a tigth line, her eyes were squeezed together. "Did you forget about Valentines day?"

She shock her head, nearly angry. "No. It's just hard to get to topside and buy chocolate when you're Silcos rigth hand."

She nodded. "Yeah. It migth ruin your reputation."

She groaned "No it's not just..." the woman's lips had quirked up into a grin. Sevika groaned. "Do you have the chocolates now or not? I'm asking a favor here."

Her old ears picked up on that. "Why did you not say that when you came in? I got her favorites in the back."

"Do you need help climbing the stairs?"

Sevika asked, crocking a brow.

Aunt Soph looked back, as if insulted. "Nah, didn't lose any of my limps yet."

Sevika snorted, waiting for the hag to come back with thudding fingers and her mind on you. Did you have anything prepared? Would it be extremely corny? No, you knew her to well for that. But it would be something and it would be planned better than hers.

The door to the back was opened again and the old woman stepped out. "That was quick."

"Had them closer than expected.", she explained as she handed them over. They were in a neat pink box, though it probably has seen better days. It was sealed shut with a pink ribbon. You always were happy to unpacke them, so very entranced by the bow. "Greet her for me, will you?"

"Of course I will.", with that last promise Sevika left.

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Sevikas flesh hand slid along the metal railing, it was cold and a bit rusted, like the rest of the building. But it was on the outskirts, so it was safer and it certainly was enough. You had lived further in before, but did not like it because of the noise and because of other things.

She took out her keys, with a fee turns the door sprung open, revealing the living room. The only source of ligth were the window and a candle on the table, next to that very candle were two glasses and a flask of wine. And on the couch there was you, who blinked her eyes open as the ligth of the hallway hit her. You sat up as she shut the door behind her, making sure that the lock clicked into place.

"Sevika..." she barely heard you mumble, the thin blanket shifted around you as you kneeled on the couch, she walked into your arms, pulling you closer even, hiding her face in the crock of your neck as her hands found their way under your shirt.

"Hello to you too.", you greeted with a chuckle, squirming a bit under her cold hands, she meanwhile was busy kissing the line of your jaw.

"I have something for you in my bag."

You pulled back to look at her, with that sparkle in your eyes. "Chocolates and roses?"

Sevika nodded, already grabbing for both with one hand, her other was way to occupied. Her eyebrows shot up as she got to your bra. "That's a new one."

You tried to slap it away. "Shush, that's a suprise for later."

"Can't wait for later.", she carefully put both chocolates and the rose next to the wine. Your eyes moved to it and she released you, only realizing how much she nedded this once she leaned back to watch you turn the rose between your two fingers.

"Sevika did you make this?"

She chuckled. "Got some help from the blue devil, but it was my idea."

You gave her that sweet smile, to then open the chocolate while she poured the wine. "My favorite, did you go to topside?"

"I've got my sources.", she said, draping her arm across the couch to invite you in. You leaned onto her like expected and her arm came along with you.

Sevika had never been a wine person, it was to sweet and way to fruity, but this one was different, a bit similar to whiskey even. "Where did you find this, doll?", she asked, taking another gulp.

"Somewhere.", you said, snacking on the candy with one hand and the wine in another. "Had to mix it with whiskey."

Sevika snorted. "So that's why it tastes so good."

You hummed, cuddling into her. "Do you want some?", you asked, picking out a piece.

She stared at it before shrugging. "To hell with it.", she plopped it into her mouth. The foreign taste spread in her mouth, accentuated by strawberries. "Hm."

"Like it?"

"I prefer to taste it from your mouth.", she confessed as her hand slowly crept back under your shirt.

You crocked your head, the chocolates left your hands and slipt back to the table. "Is that an offer?"

"It's later now, isn't it? Time for my suprise..."

She pulled you closer and you chuckled as she kissed you. You'd like tonigth.