#and love u Sevika

[captainshakespear]

as a someone who got deeply deeply into CaitVi for a brief but electric moment after Arcane season 1 came out I felt serious betrayal at how I saw nothing but JayVik on my dash after season 2. I am here now having finally watched season 2 to say I so get it. what the fuck.

[fioweress]

nuclear family <3

[thisrots]

thinking about scissoring with down bad

sevika <333

although she was usually a composed woman, sevika would absolutely lose her shit the second you spread your thighs for her. she’d probably start off slow because of that, maybe lay down and let you suck on her clit for a bit, something she was still in control of. she’d grip onto your hair, letting out a, “Atta girl.” or a “Sucking me off so good, huh?” again, trying her very best to stay composed.

though she’d be in complete shambles on the inside, trying to muffle out her moans by biting her lip, looking away when your tongue swirled against just the right spot, etc. but the second you laid down, legs spread and hole glistening from your wetness that was just for her, she’d lose her fucking shit. her legs would immediately intertwine against yours, hips bucking against your wet cunt, creating the friction she so badly needed. her head would swing back, once muffled moans now on full volume, her clit puffy and greedily begging for more as it grinded against yours. she’d throw your leg over her shoulder, spreading you open as far as you’d go, rutting into your slick like a dog in heat. panting, biting your leg, leaving marks everywhere she could.

“Fuck, s’good… So fuckin’ good…” was all she could let out, completely drunk off your pussy, pathetic moans escaping her lips without her consent. you could feel her wetness mixing with yours, making it easy for her to grind against you. the heat coming off her cunt would have you in ruins, your moans full of desire as your clits continuously rubbed against one another. she’d occasionally stop and stick hers into your dripping hole, clit warming herself. she’d groan out at the sensitive bud stuffed inside you, eyes rolling back.

you’d blush, whining as you felt it twitch, bucking your hips at her. “V-Vika… mmh— Feels good inside…” you’d moan out, hips moving faster. she’d look at you with puppy dog eyes, half lowered and flush forming on her face as she spoke.

“Shit, princess. If—you keep wiggling around, you—you’re gonna make me—” her breathy sentence would be cut short by her orgasm hitting her like a fucking tsunami. her back arched, hands gripping onto your thigh like she was holding on for dear life, moaning out your name repeatedly. you’d reach your climax immediately after, coming all over her sensitive clit, juices dripping all over her cunt. she’d throw herself next to you, laying in post-cum bliss, probably seeing stars as you giggle at the cute fucked out expression on her face, kissing her plump lips.

[ennabear]

enananan wants blurb ideas plu can deliver for bae💚 SHUTTING SEV UP WITH KISSES PLEASE!! maybe like she's getting grumpy :sevikaeyebrow: but r is like nope!! SMOOCH i love u twinsy go get em <3

HEHE HAII TWINSY!!! SMOOCH FOR U hehehe thanks for this idea i need to blurb about my wife because i miss her… grumpy sev is my baeee hehehe she’s just a little baby bear cub 🤎🤎🤎

sevika often comes home at late hours in the night or even early in the morning, so she’s never really in a great mood. although your version of ‘scary lady’ is just her grumbling about stubbing her toes on your furniture or demanding a back massage. but still, your babe is sleep deprived, hungry, and most of all, she misses you.

you have a habit of making sure she has everything she’ll need when she gets home, like a meal, a neat and tidy bed, a drink if she needs one, a warm bath if it’s been one of those weeks. she’s always immensely grateful for it, even though to anyone else she might seem to be unhappy. but you can tell that she appreciates and loves you, especially when she cuddles you to sleep or when she wakes you up with her tongue stuffed in your cunt.

tonight, she comes home angry and growling as always. jinx has gotten herself in trouble as always, and no matter how much she tries to keep the kid in line, she always blows it up. literally. and sevika is left not only cleaning up her messes, but silco’s too. it annoys her, and it’s exhausting, and all she wants to do when she comes home is just get all of her frustration out.

so when she walks in through the front door, she sighs, takes a seat, and starts sipping at the glass of whiskey you’ve poured for her. you can tell by the crease between her brows and the way her lips are pouted that there’s something on her mind, and you know that she’s just itching to get it off of her chest.

“how was your day?” you prompt.

she sighs deeply, closing her eyes and exhaling through her nose. “i hate my job sometimes.”

“really? i thought you liked helping your people.”

“not when jinx kills them all.”

and her tangent has started. she tells you all about how silco had her running around the city all day, in and out of buildings, up and down between topside and bottom, tracking shipments, meeting people, cleaning the bar, babysitting jinx, finding information, etc.

what she hasn’t noticed is that you’ve been sneaking closer to her while she talks. she’s too busy in her own world, ranting about jinx and silco and the chembarons and the enforcers, and suddenly you’re wrapping your arms around her and pressing your lips against hers.

you smile against her, you know that she likes to vent sometimes, but you also know that it’s good for her to just move on and enjoy your presence. she sighs against you, pulling away with another pout. some of her brown lipstick has smudged against your lips, so she reaches forward to smear it off.

“sorry, am i boring you?” she says with a sleepy grin.

“yeah, a little.” you tease. “why don’t we go to bed, babe. i know you’re tired.”

sevika also likes to overshare when she’s drunk. it doesn’t take much, just a few drinks and a steady conversation to start her rambling.

sometimes it’s dangerous, she’ll start talking to some random goon about silco’s plans and incoming shimmer shipments, and you have to swoop in and start making out with her before she reveals to much and loses her job.

other times it’s cute. she’ll get a little tipsy, the bar will be somewhat empty, the lights shining perfectly on your skin, and she’ll just dump out a million reasons as to why she’s in love with you. she gets so adorable and soft, her cheeks get firm with a smile reaching from one ear to the other, her eyes squinting closed a little, and it’s hard not to lean forward and shut up her words with your kisses.

it’s not like she minds, though. she never minds. her favorite thing in the world is the feeling of your lips on hers, and that sweet feeling of love that it brings to her. whether she’s had the worst day ever or not, she knows that you’ll find a way to comfort her with your sweet kisses, and she instantly forgets all about what caused her to start talking in the first place.

[dykesevika]

BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA BEAR SEVIKA. SEVIKA WITH BROWN BEAR EARS AND BROWN BEAR TAIL GRHRGRYRYRH

bears are one of my favorite animals :3

Men DNI

[le0nardo-84]

tired of top sevika fanfics.

“Sevika’s a stone top!” this “sevika is NAWT a bottom” that

yeah idc I’m giving her back-shots

give me more sub/bottom sevika neow pls

[tillero]

Sevika baby gurl...

Good luck<3

[not-rigel]

She'll come to you, when she's ready

a man, my father, ruined my day so i wrote vika's daddy issues

warnings: be prepared thius is going to hurt to read, some emotional neglect, bad parenting, sevika crying, sevika's first kill (not explicitly described but continually referenced). angst all the way, then some comfort for like 6 sentences

WC: 887

not proof read

When Seviika was a girl, her father put her to bed everynight. Sometimes he’d tell her a sweet story, sometimes he’d tell her she’s his only reason to live. But once, and only once, he gave her a terrible prediction about her future. 

“In one way or another, we all have blood on our hands. One day, we will do something and someone will die. One day, you will have someone’s blood on your hands. That’s what living down here is. It's what it does to you. Bug, you promise me one thing. Learn how to wipe your hands afterward, and never mind the smears.” 

It terrified her at six years old. It was her second biggest fear, after him dying, that one day she would kill someone. And the only comfort her father offered was to pay it no mind. And that's the way he became with everything. Any issue in the Undercity invoked the same reaction in him. No reaction at all. If someone was being mugged two feet from him, he kept walking. If enforcers were making an unjust arrest in a neighboring apartment, he locked the door and never spoke of it. If there was screaming heard from below, he played a record to better ignore the sound. Sevika hated it all. Hated that she would be a killer one day. Hated that her father wants her to be indifferent to that fact. Hated that he wanted her to be indifferent to everything. So she ran. At fifteen, she took what she could carry and left. And she found people so opposite from her father. People who kicked in the teeth of anyone picking on the weak. People who brought food to the children whose father was taken away. People like Vander. Her life didn't have to be what her father said it was. She finally felt allowed to care. The less she stuck her head in the dirt, the less she believed all his lessons. But at nineteen years old, the worst lesson he taught her came back to test her. 

She scrubbed as hard as she could, but the blood never washed away. Sevika didn't want this. Her entire life should've prepared her for this, her father prepared her for this… Vander tried so hard to reassure Sevika it isn’t her fault but she doesn’t hear him out. Now she wishes she had listened to her father, had learned at least something before leaving home. Home… Her father… he would know what to do. He never cared about death or about killing. He never thought twice about anything at all. 

So Sevika went home, seeking him when she needed his apathy. She walked through the streets, thinking of all the ways he would scold her. But she knew she could rely on him to make her ignore the revulsion she feels toward herself. She thinks until she finds herself at his door, their door. She knocks on the door and prays he answers instead of turning the lock. So she calls out to him. 

“I need you to open the door, Baba please.” 

First the lock clicks, then the door opens and her father has aged far past four years. His head is more grey than black and his face has more wrinkles. He takes one look at her, seeing the dried blood clinging to her hands and clothes. And the way she stared at it. Just as he told her not to do. 

“Oh, bug. Come in. Let's get you cleaned up,” he said and that was all it took for Sevika to fall apart. She cried for the first time since she was twelve, and she forgot how much she hated the feeling. It is wet and messy and ugly and makes breathing so hard. She won’t wipe the tears or snot away, not wanting someone's blood on her face. He guides her indoors by the shoulder, shutting and locking the door behind them. He didn’t allow her to explain, sitting her down and washing her hands and face as he repeated that old lesson to her. 

“I wasn't being fair to you. I shouldn't have expected you to understand it then. Violence, this blood, it isn’t your fault. Violence is a symptom, and Piltover is our illness. This city is sick, and it is Piltover’s fault. Unless we’re cured of our disease, our symptoms will linger and get worse. The best thing you can do is accept that we are not strong enough to fight them and move on. You hear me, bug?” 

Sevika hears him, but now in the way he intended. What she heard from him was “Unless we are cured of our disease’ and finally one thing her father said felt true. She knew she needed to cure the Undercity of its disease. If she was destined to wipe blood off her hands a hundred times over, she’d do it curing her city. 

“I hear you Baba,” she nods and he pats her shoulder. Again, all her childish emotions rush over her and she needs something to hold onto. She hasn’t hugged her father since she was nine, but she rushes to his arms like the past decade never happened. And for the first time in her life, her arms can fully wrap around him.

[kokoch4nel]

I love that we, arcane fandom, came back hard and depressed asf 🔥🔥🔥

[archangeldyke-all]

simp sev

anon i'm kissing you with tongue rn (but only if that's cool w/ u ofc)

SIMP SEVIKAAAA

men and minors dni

she's not just a simp, she's proud of it.

once you're dating, of course.

before you're dating, she tries to suppress her simp tendencies the best she can.

her eyes are always glued to you.

she doesn't give a fuck if she's being obvious to other people, but if you look her way she's blushing and whipping around before you can catch her staring.

if she sees you approaching, she'll straighten her posture and puff her chest out, subtly flexing her biceps. when you pass she deflates again with a sigh, relaxing back to her normal hunch.

you have no clue that sevika's interested in you for the longest time because she's always silent when you're around.

it's not that she doesn't want to talk to you, she just gets tongue tied every time you make eye contact with her-- so she chooses to stay quiet instead.

she grunts one syllable answers to all your questions, never quite looking in your eyes.

but she's always listening. she listens to everything you say. doesn't forget anything.

you're blown away when you bump into sevika on your birthday, and she shoves a small gift bag in your hand.

"happy birthday." she grumbles.

"how'd you know it's my birthday?" you ask, shocked. she stutters out something about you having mentioned it before, and then she flees before you can open the gift or thank her.

you open the bag to find a collection of all your favorite snacks

sevika had kept a mental catalog of which candies she saw you reach for most frequently, which chips you brought in most often.

the gift wasn't anything extravagant, but it took your breath away. you didn't even think sevika knew your name, much less your birthday and favorite foods.

it clicks for you then that maybe sevika wasn't being standoffish and dismissive of you, maybe she was just a huge simp.

you test your hypothesis by wearing a low cut shirt the next time you see her.

she runs straight into a lamp post she's so distracted by your cleavage, and that's all the confirmation you need.

"oh, shit!" you say, trying to suppress a giggle as you run to her side. shes clutching her bleeding nose, kicking the steel lamp post with her boot. "you okay?" you ask, reaching up to move her hand from her nose and inspect the damage. you keep her hand in your hold between the two of you, slowly bringing your other hand up to cup her chin, tilting her head down so you can see her nose better.

sevika looks shocked, like completely flabbergasted. her mouth is open, her eyebrows are reaching for her forehead and her eyes are sparkling and wide. you try not to smile as you tilt her head back and forth.

"you didn't break it." you say, letting go of her hand only to reach up and use the back of your sleeve to clean up the blood trickling down her lips. "but you'll probably get black eyes."

"oh." sevika says. she clears her throat. "okay."

"don't worry about it too much sevika," you say. she chokes when you say her name. "you look hot when you're all beat up." you say, sauntering away.

sevika stays frozen in place for five minutes, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened to her.

after that, flirting with sevika becomes your favorite pastime.

a well timed "looking good today sevika" can make her choke on her whiskey.

a wink shot to her across the room gets her giggling uncontrollably, pressing her fingers to her lips in an attempt to stop.

she starts flirting back too, when she can speak.

you're rambling to her about a recipe you want to try soon when she cuts you off, mid-sentence.

"you have nice eyes." she blurts.

you grin. "thanks, sev." you say.

(the nickname gives her butterflies)

(she jerks off that night to the thought of you calling her 'sev' in bed.)

you actually ask her out first.

she's shocked, so shocked that for a second you think you've read the whole situation wrong.

"oh, shit, i'm sorry sevika, i didn't-- i thought--"

"no!" she blurts. you blink.

"oh. well, okay." you say, trying to take the rejection in stride. she waves her hands in front of you.

"no no no! not no i mean, just-- fuck!" she gulps for air, "i've been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out for months!"

you smile. "oh." you say. she nods. "well... you were takin' too long." she snorts.

"so lemme do it now?" she asks.

"no way!" you say. "i already asked! you gotta answer my question fir--."

"yes!" she butts in. "i'll go out with you. but i won't let you pay. and i'm picking you up at your place." she insists.

once you guys start dating, sevika lets her inner simp shine.

the first time she sees you naked she actually swoons. like her knees go wobbly and she falls on her ass. luckily, the bed was right behind her.

she never lets you leave the house without at least three visible hickeys.

you're the only thing she talks about. she's not very talkative to begin with, but when people insist on making small chat with her, the only thing she'll bring up is you.

if someone's looking to get on sevika's good side, they ask her how you're doing.

those card games she's always winning? she spends her earnings on you, coming home with a proud little grin, shaking the coins in her purse at you. "gonna buy you somethin' nice tonight." she says.

she can sometimes be heard grumbling to the cards. "come on. wanna take my girl out for dinner."

won't let you open a door if she's there. always puts your shoes and jacket on for you. carries all your bags.

her favorite thing to do is watch you exist. she loves catching you when you think no one's looking. loves the goofy songs she'll hear you singing under your breath, the way you talk to yourself. the way you move, your unique quirks and ticks.

you guys could be in the worst fight of your relationship, but she'd never leave the house without kissing you and telling you she loves you.

always telling you how good you look in the most outlandish ways. doesn't matter how good you think you look. you could be in sweat pants on day 3 without a shower, and she'd be biting her lip and fucking you with her eyes. "you look good enough to eat right now."

"i look like i climbed out of the sewer."

"you look like the mother of this baby i'm about to put inside you."

she buys you guys matching 'best friend' necklaces, the kind that make a heart when you put the two charms together. she never takes hers off.

[venomvalley]

sevika is def the type to fuck the shit out of you and when she's done smoke a cigarette like nothing ever happened maybe she'll blow the smoke into your face and mock you when you cough

"what? a little smoke wont kill you girl you can take it"

sweating bullets hahahahahahahaineedhersobad

this is so canon to me shes such a BRAT

like you're melting into the bed from the best sex of your life, still panting, vision blurry, thirsty as hell, and she's shoving a pack of cigarettes in your face with a very smug, "want one?"

you can't even remember what sounds words make and she's already throwing her clothes on and listing off chores she needs to finish while she puffs away. does not care that the smoke gets in your face cause you live in the undercity you've definitely inhaled worse.

she also tends to accidentally fuck up your afterglow unless she's already sleepy cause she's one of those people who get more energetic after sex. very much 'get the hell up the night is still young. here's a glass of water and a wet washcloth. yes honey i love you too we need to wash the dishes.'

[ennabear]

Gentle/soft sevika… im starving, lord have mercy

^also im the important exam anon! I dont know how i did in that day since the results would take 2 more weeks minimum, but im pretty sure whether it turns out too good or too bad than usual its thanks to you, imma keep you updated! I also think i did good because replaying what you wrote in my brain was just a the best kind of rewards^

IMPORTANT EXAM ANON HAIII!!!! i’m sure you did good hehe idk who you are or what you’re going to school for but i believe that you’re very smart… BUT THANK YOU!!! i’m so honored heheheh 😭 here’s some soft sevika 🤎🤎

everyone always thinks that sevika is aggressive and scary, especially because she can be on occasion. but in reality, you’ve never really seen her that way.

all of sevika’s violence and crimes are done outside of the walls of your shared home, as far away from them as she can manage. most of her killings and fights are done in a dark alleyway in the middle of nowhere, or closer to topside, where although it’s risky to be so close to those stuck ups who’ve never witnessed a crime before, she always gets away with it.

and she never does it out of cold blood. she only lays her hands on someone if they’ve wronged her first.

to you, her hands are the softest thing in the world. well— hand, technically, because she only has one human hand left. but both of them, whether flesh or metal, treat you with the greatest care possible.

late at night, they can be found wrapped around you, either holding you to her chest in a tight snuggle or pinning you to the bed while she snores on top of you. sometimes her metal fingers will trace little shapes into your back, the pointy tips of them making you shiver as she slowly lulls you to sleep.

sometimes she forgoes her mech arm completely, you being the only person she feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with. still, her human arm will cling to your hips or your waist as you move around the house. whether that means doing chores or washing yourselves up or taking a well deserved afternoon nap on the couch.

sometimes she’ll even cry in front of you if she feels safe enough— which of course she does around you. you’re the only person on the whole planet who knows about her past and the things that still do scare her. like losing you, for example.

her favorite thing in the world is crying with you, although it seems dark. but to her, it’s like she finally feels seen. whether you’re crying over the same thing or just being mutually sad together, she loves to comfort you and feel it back at the same time. neither of you can even stay sad for long, because the other is trying to cheer you up by making you laugh or crack a smile, and it always ends in two teary-eyed giggles bubbling through the room.

[captainlion04]

arcane doodles!

[dykesevika]

arcane give her to the lesbians pls .

[flattocatto]

how do we feel about long fics… specifically ones that are technical with movement…

sevika fans specifically … do we fw this

[yan-springlove]

Need more of them begrudgingly bonding until oops haha they start feeling more comfortable and trusting each other outside of missions. Need an AU of them raising Isha together, ignoring arc 2.

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Bonus Jinx knowing she's the reason Sevika's been brought to tears at all