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Rebel Girl

rockstar!sevika x influencer!reader

Chapter 6: Ex’s and Ohs

summary : you get invited to a big party downtown Vegas by a well-known celebrity. you decide to bring along the others.

mentions: modern au, fame au, drama, swearing, protective sevika, ex finn, overall finn just being a weirdo

notes: surprise! extra chapter. 🤭

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six

The next morning, you woke up groggy but determined to stick to your usual routine—it was the only thing grounding you in the midst of all this chaos. You started with your hour-long shower, letting the water cascade over you as you tried to clear your head. Afterward, you brushed your teeth, meticulously went through your 30-minute skincare routine, and finished with a combination of lotion and baby oil that left your skin glowing. By the time you slipped into your classic baby tee and pajama pants combo, you felt like a semblance of yourself again.

Just as you were finishing up, a knock at the door interrupted your moment of peace. You padded over and opened it to find Vi and Jinx standing there, both with wide grins on their faces.

“Good morning,” you greeted them, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” Vi replied, her tone casual but warm. “We were wondering if you wanted to join us for breakfast in the lobby. Haven’t heard from you all night, so we missed you.”

Jinx nodded enthusiastically, her wild blue hair bouncing with the movement. “Yeah, it’s not the same without you. You’ve got the best ideas, and we could really use your input.”

You gave them a small smile, appreciating the effort. “Oh yeah, sure. Just let me grab my stuff.”

Turning back into the room, you grabbed your phone and the bag with your hotel key, then followed them downstairs.

The lobby was bustling with activity, the smell of coffee and freshly cooked food wafting through the air. You were immediately struck by how awkward it felt as you approached the table and realized you’d have to sit next to Sevika. The tension between the two of you was palpable, but you pushed through it, plastering a neutral expression on your face as you took your seat.

Jinx, thankfully, was a great buffer, sitting on your other side and diving straight into conversation. “So, I was thinking we could do a retro-style drop for the merch—like 90s grunge but with neon accents,” she said, sliding her sketchbook toward you.

You leaned over to take a look, nodding thoughtfully as you offered suggestions. “What if you use a distressed font for the band name? And maybe incorporate some holographic details for the logos?”

Jinx’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s genius!”

Meanwhile, Vi and Caitlyn sat across the table, deep in their own conversation but occasionally looping Sevika in. You could feel Sevika’s presence beside you, her warmth, her voice, the occasional brush of her arm against yours. It was distracting, and you hated how much you noticed it.

The awkwardness shattered when your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced down and gasped, immediately catching everyone’s attention.

“Who is it?” Vi asked, curious.

You didn’t answer, too busy staring at the name on your screen. It was a call from Jayce Talis, the wildly popular YouTuber you had collaborated with a few months back. He was connected to every celebrity, constantly attending the biggest parties, events, and concerts, and making millions while doing it.

“Hello?” you answered, hoping and praying it was actually him.

“Hey, there’s my favorite girl,” Jayce’s smooth voice came through the phone. “I heard you’re in Vegas. You wanna come by one of my parties tonight? I’ll send you the address.”

You bit your lip, your mind racing as you looked at the others seated around the table. “Is it okay if four other people come?” you asked, feeling a flicker of hope.

“Sure, the more the merrier. I’ll send the location now,” Jayce said, his tone easygoing.

“Thank you so much,” you replied, genuinely grateful.

“Of course, babygirl. I’ll see you later,” he said before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, noticing everyone staring at you expectantly.

“Who was that?” Caitlyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jayce Talis,” you said with a grin. “We’re invited to one of his parties tonight.”

“Deadass?” Vi’s eyes widened as she leaned forward. “Oh, fuck yeah. I heard his parties are crazy. So crazy you don’t even remember the next morning… no diddy.”

The table broke into laughter, the tension momentarily forgotten as everyone began buzzing with excitement over the plans for the night.

That evening, the hotel suite was a whirlwind of chaos as everyone prepared for the party. Clothes were scattered across the beds, makeup spilled across the countertops, and the music blasted loud enough to vibrate through the walls.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit—a short, sleek black dress with a daring slit up the side, paired with strappy heels that gave you an air of elegance. Your makeup was bold, smoky eyes with a hint of glitter and a deep red lip that made you feel confident. You finished the look with silver jewelry, your hair styled in loose waves that framed your face perfectly.

Caitlyn, ever the meticulous one, walked over and handed you a glass of wine. “You look stunning. Jayce is going to regret not staying on that call longer,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge.

You laughed, taking a sip. “Thanks, Cait. But this isn’t about Jayce. It’s about having fun.”

She smirked. “Well, if Sevika sees you like this, she might eat her words about not being serious.”

Your stomach churned at the mention of Sevika, but you quickly pushed the thought aside. Tonight was supposed to be about letting loose, not dwelling on unrequited feelings.

Meanwhile, Vi and Jinx were already well into the pregame phase, laughing hysterically as they downed shots of tequila. Vi was in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, her go-to look, while Jinx had gone all out in a neon mini dress that screamed chaos. Sevika, on the other hand, had kept it simple yet devastatingly attractive—a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with dark jeans and boots.

By the time you all arrived at the party, the energy was electric. Jayce’s mansion was everything you’d expected—luxurious, sprawling, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on magazine covers. The music thumped through the walls, a mix of EDM and Top 40 hits, as the group made their way inside.

The night quickly spiraled into drinking games, loud conversations, and dancing. Vi and Jinx had disappeared to the dance floor, while Caitlyn stayed by your side, sipping a cocktail and making small talk with other guests. You were about to join the others when you spotted Sevika across the room.

She was leaning against the bar, her posture relaxed, a drink in hand as she talked to two women who were clearly vying for her attention. One of them rested a hand on her arm, leaning in closer, and you felt your stomach twist.

Your heart sank as Sevika gave a low chuckle, her lips curling into that smirk you hated to love. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was flirting.

Caitlyn noticed the shift in your expression and followed your gaze. “Oh no,” she muttered, quickly grabbing your arm. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

You tried to pull away. “I just need to—”

“No, you don’t,” Caitlyn interrupted firmly, steering you toward another part of the room. “Come on, let’s get another drink and find something else to focus on.”

Reluctantly, you let her guide you away, but the image of Sevika laughing with those women was burned into your mind. You hated the way it made you feel—jealous, insecure, and foolish. You took a deep breath, silently vowing not to let it ruin your night.

Caitlyn handed you a fresh cocktail and gave you a reassuring smile. “Remember, you’re here to have fun. Don’t let her get in your head.”

You nodded, forcing a smile as you raised your glass. “You’re right. Cheers to that.”

But even as you tried to lose yourself in the party, the nagging ache in your chest remained, a constant reminder that Sevika would never be yours in the way you wanted her to be.

The party was in full swing, and the energy was electric. You and Caitlyn had thrown caution to the wind, taking more shots than either of you probably should have. The alcohol coursed through your veins, making everything brighter, louder, and a little more carefree.

Caitlyn, who rarely let loose like this, was surprisingly keeping up with you. The two of you sang along to every song blasting through the speakers, laughing as you tried to out-dance one another. At one point, Caitlyn leaned in close, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

"I think... I think I'm gonna confess to Vi," she blurted out, a mixture of determination and nerves in her eyes.

You paused, blinking at her before breaking into a wide grin. “Do it! You absolutely should! She’d be crazy not to say yes.”

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head. “This might just be the liquor talking, but I think tonight’s the night.”

You gave her an encouraging push toward where Vi was standing, chatting with some other guests. “Go get her, tiger!”

Caitlyn took a deep breath, muttered something under her breath, and walked off, leaving you alone in the middle of the dance floor. But you didn’t mind. The music was too good, the vibe too perfect.

You found yourself dancing with a group of girls who had gathered nearby, all hyping each other up. You laughed, twirling in your dress, feeling freer than you had in weeks. The bass of the music vibrated through your body, and for a moment, you forgot all about Sevika, Jayce, and everything else weighing on your mind.

Then a finger tapped your shoulder, breaking the spell.

You turned, expecting to see Caitlyn or maybe even one of the girls you'd been dancing with. Instead, your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a familiar face.

“Finn?” you said, your voice laced with disbelief.

He gave you that same charming smirk that had once made your heart flutter. “Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here in Vegas?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I got invited,” he said casually, his voice smooth.

You knew why. Finn wasn’t just any guy; he was a famous actor. His rugged looks and effortless charisma made him a perfect fit for the action and sci-fi movies he starred in. He was always the center of attention, always in the spotlight.

And once, you had been right there with him.

The two of you had been a celebrity power couple. Fans adored how well you matched—your aesthetics, your energy. Everything about your relationship had seemed perfect. And for a while, it had been.

The sex, the lavish dates, the way he spoiled you… it was like living in a dream.

Until the dream turned into a nightmare.

Your chest tightened as the memories came flooding back. Coming to his house to pick up the dog you had adopted together, only to find him in bed with one of his co-stars. The shock, the betrayal, the fury that had led you to throw hands with both of them.

And then, the final blow—him kicking you out of his house in the middle of a storm, leaving you stranded in the pouring rain.

As if that wasn’t enough, you later learned she hadn’t been the only one. Finn had cheated on you with multiple women, and to top it off, he had even stolen money from you on more than one occasion.

Now, standing face to face with him again, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions—anger, hurt, and a flicker of something you didn’t want to admit might still be there.

“What do you want, Finn?” you asked, keeping your tone cold.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Can’t I just say hi? It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough,” you muttered, turning away, but he caught your arm gently, pulling you back.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ve missed you.”

You stared at him, your jaw tightening. “Missed me? Is that what you told all the other girls too?”

Finn’s smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something almost resembling regret. “Look, I know I messed up. But maybe we can talk? Somewhere private?”

Before you could respond, you felt a firm hand on your back. Turning, you saw Caitlyn, her expression a mix of concern and warning.

“Everything okay here?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at Finn.

You shook your head, stepping back from him. “Yeah, we’re done here.”

Finn raised his hands in mock surrender, giving Caitlyn a once-over before meeting your eyes again. “Alright, I’ll let you go. But think about it, okay?”

As he walked away, Caitlyn gave you a look. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your hands were trembling. “Yeah. Let’s just… get another drink.”

Caitlyn hesitated but eventually nodded, steering you toward the bar. You couldn’t shake the feeling of Finn’s gaze lingering on you, but you pushed it to the back of your mind.

Tonight was supposed to be about fun. You weren’t going to let him ruin that for you. Not again.

The chaotic haze of drinking and partying had left you feeling a little too hot under the collar—agitated, restless, and desperately in need of a moment to yourself. You stumbled your way through the crowd, searching for Jayce. The booming bass of the music thumped in your chest as you finally spotted him perched on top of an expensive-looking table, holding court with a group of people.

“Jayce!” you called, your voice cutting through the noise.

He turned at the sound of your voice, and his face broke into a wide grin. Without hesitation, he hopped down from the table, his movement surprisingly smooth for someone as drunk as he seemed.

“Jesus,” he said, running his eyes over you in a way that made you simultaneously flattered and exhausted. “You look even better than the last time I saw you.”

He pulled you into a warm hug, and you hugged him back, patting his shoulder lightly. Jayce had always been like this—overly confident and unfiltered—but you knew his heart was in the right place.

“Thanks, Jayce,” you said, stepping back. “But, um… where’s the bathroom?”

He waved a hand toward the far corner of the room. “Oh, don’t bother with the public one. Just use mine. It’s upstairs, connected to my suite. See the elevator over there? It’ll take you directly up. My guard will let you in.”

You nodded, grateful for the shortcut. “Thanks, Jayce.”

“No problem,” he said with a wink, before climbing back onto the table.

You made your way to the elevator, a burly security guard already waiting by the doors. Without a word, he pressed the button for you and gave you a curt nod as the doors slid shut.

The ride up was quick, and you were relieved to find Jayce’s suite quiet compared to the chaos downstairs. You stumbled into the bathroom, kicking off your heels as you rushed to relieve yourself. In your slightly drunk state, you didn’t even think to lock the door.

After finishing, you washed your hands, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your mascara was slightly smudged, and your hair was a little messier than you’d like, but otherwise, you looked… fine. Passable.

The sound of the door opening behind you made your stomach drop. You glanced up into the mirror, your heart sinking as you saw Finn standing there.

“Please, baby, let’s talk,” he said, his voice low and pleading.

You turned to face him, keeping your tone firm. “I’m good, Finn. There’s nothing to talk about.”

As you tried to brush past him, he grabbed you by the waist, his strength keeping you in place as he pressed you back against the wall.

“God, you look so sexy,” he murmured, his eyes dark and focused entirely on you. “Just let me get a kiss. I’ve missed your lips so much.”

Before you could protest, his hand was on your face, tilting it up toward him. You struggled against him, trying to push him away, but he was faster. His lips crashed onto yours, stealing the kiss before you could stop him.

Your mind raced, equal parts shock and anger bubbling to the surface as you fought against his grip. You planted your hands on his chest, shoving him back with as much strength as you could muster.

“Get off me!” you yelled, your voice sharp and trembling.

Finn stumbled back slightly, his expression flickering between surprise and frustration.

“Don’t act like you don’t still want me,” he said, his voice dropping into something darker.

“I don’t,” you spat, your chest heaving. “Stay the hell away from me, Finn. I mean it.”

Before he could say another word, you darted out of the bathroom, grabbing your heels as you made your way back to the elevator. Your hands shook as you pressed the button, praying the doors would close fast enough to keep Finn from following.

When you finally made it back to the party downstairs, your heart was still pounding. The noise of the crowd was both overwhelming and oddly comforting—it meant you weren’t alone. You immediately searched for Caitlyn or anyone you trusted, needing an anchor after what had just happened.

Finn’s presence had ruined the night for you. All you wanted now was to find a quiet corner, breathe, and maybe—just maybe—figure out how to piece yourself back together.

As you made your way back onto the party floor, the noise and flashing lights felt like a cruel reminder of your shaken state. Your heels clicked against the floor as your eyes scanned the crowd, desperately searching for a familiar face. You weren’t thinking much—just running on the hope that someone you trusted could pull you out of the spiral you were sinking into.

Your gaze finally landed on Sevika. She was leaning against the bar, her focus on a small group of girls, flashing them the kind of smirk that had once made your knees weak. Her hand brushed against one of their arms as she leaned in to say something that made them giggle.

For a moment, you hesitated. But then Sevika looked up, her sharp eyes locking onto yours. The instant she noticed the tears streaming down your face, her expression changed. The playful confidence melted away, replaced with concern and something else—something almost protective.

She straightened up immediately, excusing herself from the girls without another word. Her strides were long and purposeful as she closed the distance between you, her brows furrowed.

“Come on,” she said softly, slipping her hand onto your back to guide you. She led you out of the suffocating crowd and into the night air. The quiet of the outdoors was a stark contrast to the chaos inside, and you took in a shaky breath, grateful for the reprieve.

“Hey,” Sevika said, her voice low but insistent. She turned to face you, her hands gently gripping your shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-I…” You tried to form the words, but they caught in your throat, choked by the sobs you couldn’t hold back.

Sevika crouched slightly, trying to meet your downcast gaze. “Take your time. Just tell me.”

You swallowed hard, finally managing to get the words out. “My ex… he…”

Her jaw clenched immediately. “What did he do? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? Where did it happen?”

The barrage of questions came quickly, her tone growing harsher with every word. You squeezed your eyes shut, the memories flashing in your mind. “He kissed me,” you finally admitted, your voice trembling. “He made me kiss him.”

Her face darkened instantly, her entire demeanor shifting into something cold and deadly. “What does he look like? What’s his name?”

“Finn,” you said, your voice cracking. “He’s tall, has tattoos everywhere… He’s wearing bright yellow…”

You stopped yourself mid-ramble, suddenly realizing how Sevika’s fists had clenched at her sides, her whole body taut with anger. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m gonna kill him,” she muttered, her voice low and venomous. It wasn’t meant for you, but she said it loud enough for you to hear.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. “Sevika, no,” you said, reaching out to grab her arm.

Her gaze snapped to yours, her eyes burning with a fury you’d never seen before. “He forced himself on you,” she said, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You think I’m just gonna let that slide?”

“You can’t,” you insisted, your voice rising. “It’s not worth it.”

“It’s worth it to me,” she shot back, her tone firm and unrelenting.

You shook your head, tears spilling again as you tried to pull her attention back to you. “Please, Sevika. Don’t do this. I just… I just need someone right now. Not revenge.”

Her shoulders dropped slightly, and for the first time, she seemed to really see you—the vulnerability, the pain. She let out a slow, shaky breath, her jaw still tight. “Okay,” she finally said, her voice softer now. “Okay. I won’t do anything. Not tonight.”

Relief flooded through you, and you took a small step closer, resting your head against her chest. She hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around you, holding you tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice low. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You didn’t respond, just letting her presence ground you. For now, that was enough.

As Sevika comforted you, the quiet moment shattered when Finn stormed outside, his face twisted in anger. His voice slurred slightly, but his venom was crystal clear.

“You’re such a fucking whore, you know that?” he spat, his voice loud enough to draw attention.

Your head snapped toward him in shock, but before you could react, Sevika stepped in front of you. She squared her shoulders, shielding you entirely. Her voice was low and steady, but there was an edge to it that could cut steel.

“What did you just call her?” she asked, her mechanical arm twitching subtly as she balled her fists.

“A whore!” Finn shouted, stepping closer with an unhinged glare. “Up in the bathroom, playing hard to get, and now you’re cuddled up with some dyke?!”

“Chill,” Sevika warned, her voice dropping further, calm but laced with a deadly undertone.

“Chill?” Finn scoffed, his eyes wide with deranged fury. “Bitch, I’ll knock the teeth out of your mouth. I’ll make the rest of your life a living hell.” He took another step closer, now chest-to-chest with Sevika.

Sevika didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him a slow once-over before smirking coldly. “Jesus… You dated this man? He’s pathetic.”

Before you could react to the insult, Finn’s fist flew. The sound of his knuckles connecting with Sevika’s cheek was loud enough to silence the faint chatter nearby. She stumbled back a step, more out of shock than pain, her face blank as she brought her hand to her cheek.

Then her expression changed. Fury washed over her features, her jaw tightening as she rolled her shoulders. Without another word, she swung her mechanical fist, and the sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap. Finn crumpled instantly, hitting the ground like a sack of bricks.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand gripped the wall to steady yourself as you stared at the scene, trying to process if this was reality or some drunken fever dream.

Sevika turned to look at you, her breathing even but her eyes searching your face for any sign of distress. You couldn’t move, too stunned to even speak.

The muffled noise of the party behind you suddenly grew louder as someone yelled, “There’s a fight outside!” The doors burst open, and a flood of people poured out to see what had happened. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as everyone’s eyes landed on Finn’s unconscious body sprawled at Sevika’s feet.

Jayce pushed his way through the crowd, his sunglasses perched on his nose but failing to hide his wide-eyed reaction. “Oh shit,” he muttered, looking down at Finn before glancing back at Sevika. “Is he dead? I can’t afford another death…”

Sevika didn’t answer, her gaze flicking to you briefly before focusing back on the crowd.

“He’s not dead,” you said, your voice shaky but loud enough to silence the murmurs. You stepped forward, your hand trembling as you gestured toward Finn. “But he forced himself on me in the bathroom you said was guarded, Jayce.”

Jayce’s head snapped toward you, his sunglasses lifting slightly as if he needed to see you more clearly. “For real?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I swear I’ll look deeper into this. I mean it. I’ll take your word for it—always. You’re my girl.”

He gestured toward his security team, who immediately moved to pick Finn up. “Get him out of here,” Jayce barked. “And make sure he doesn’t come back. Ever.”

As the guards dragged Finn’s limp body away, the crowd began to disperse, murmuring among themselves. Jayce gave you a small nod before heading back inside, leaving you alone with Sevika again.

She turned to you, her eyes softening ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice calm but tinged with something that sounded almost like regret.

You nodded, even though your legs felt weak beneath you. “I don’t know,” you admitted quietly.

Sevika stepped closer, her presence grounding you as she placed a hand gently on your arm. “You’re safe now,” she said, her tone firm. “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m here.”

For a moment, you just stood there, letting her words sink in. You didn’t know how to feel—grateful, overwhelmed, or still shaken—but you knew one thing for certain: you felt safer with Sevika than anywhere else in the world.

Caitlyn, Vi, and Jinx rushed through the lingering crowd, their worried faces evident as they reached you and Sevika. Caitlyn was the first to speak, her eyes darting between the two of you.

“You okay… both of you?” she asked, her tone a mix of concern and urgency.

Sevika crossed her arms, her usual stoic demeanor back in place. “Yes, I’m fine, Cait,” she replied simply.

You nodded, though your voice wavered slightly. “I am too. Just… a little shaken up.”

Jinx stepped forward, her usual chaotic energy muted but still present. “It’s time to go… yeah?” she said, her voice lighter as she hooked her arm with yours. Without waiting for an answer, she started leading you toward the exit, offering you the comfort of her presence.

Vi and Caitlyn flanked the two of you, and Sevika trailed slightly behind, her sharp gaze scanning the remaining partygoers as if daring anyone else to cross the line. The group moved quickly through the mansion, the buzz of the party now a distant hum as more people decided to leave after the commotion.

The cool night air hit you like a splash of water as you stepped outside. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the city’s noise provided a welcome distraction from your pounding heart. Jinx kept her arm linked with yours, humming softly to a song still stuck in her head.

Caitlyn glanced back at Sevika, lowering her voice so only she could hear. “You did good back there. He had it coming.”

Sevika grunted in response, but there was a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

As the group exited the mansion and approached the gates, the blinding flashes of cameras caught you off guard. Paparazzi were already gathered outside, shouting questions and taking rapid-fire photos. The flashes lit up the night like fireworks, and their voices overlapped, each trying to out-yell the others.

“(Y/N)! What happened in there?”

“Who was the guy Sevika knocked out?”

“Sevika, are you protecting (Y/N)?”

“Are you two dating?”

“Finn said you were in a relationship—care to comment?”

You instinctively shrank back, overwhelmed by the chaos. Jinx tightened her grip on your arm, glaring at the reporters. “Seriously, don’t you guys have anything better to do?”

Caitlyn stepped forward, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the flashes as she tried to create a path. “No comments. Leave her alone.”

Vi moved beside her, her presence intimidating enough to make some of the paparazzi take a step back. “You heard her. Back off,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sevika stayed close to you, her tall frame a protective barrier against the invasive crowd. Her sharp gaze flicked over the reporters, daring any of them to push further.

“Sevika, is it true you assaulted Finn?” one of them shouted.

“Shut it,” Sevika growled, her voice low and threatening. The reporter quickly lowered his camera, the air suddenly tense.

The group finally pushed through the throng of paparazzi, with Vi leading the way and Caitlyn acting as a buffer. You kept your head down, your heart pounding as the cameras continued to snap.

Once inside the car, the driver quickly locked the doors and sped off, leaving the chaos behind. You exhaled deeply, leaning back against the seat as you tried to calm your racing thoughts.

“God, they’re vultures,” Jinx muttered, shaking her head. “Do they ever give it a rest?”

“They’ll move on to something else by tomorrow,” Caitlyn said reassuringly, though her brows were furrowed with concern.

Sevika remained silent, her gaze fixed out the window. Her jaw was tight, and her hands were clenched into fists on her lap. She looked like she was replaying the night in her head, simmering with barely contained anger.

Vi broke the silence, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. “You okay? That was a lot.”

You nodded slowly, though your voice was quiet. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

Jinx gave your arm a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, we’ll lock the doors, crank up the room service, and shut out the world for the rest of the night.”

You managed a faint smile, grateful for her attempts to lighten the mood. As the car sped through the neon-lit streets of Vegas, you couldn’t help but glance at Sevika. She was still staring out the window, her expression unreadable.

For now, you focused on the promise of quiet and comfort waiting back at the hotel, desperate to put the night’s events behind you.

Back at the hotel, the group gathered in Caitlyn and Vi’s room, the tension from earlier slowly melting away as the comforting smell of food filled the air. The table was covered with an assortment of takeout boxes—sushi rolls neatly arranged, crispy chicken wings glistening in sauce, golden fries piled high, and several tubs of ice cream waiting for dessert.

Jinx immediately dove for the fries, her mood lightening as she munched away. “This is exactly what we needed after all that drama.”

Caitlyn and Vi sat close together on the couch, their shoulders brushing as they shared a plate of wings. Caitlyn had a small, nervous smile on her face, stealing glances at Vi, who seemed completely at ease.

You took a seat on the floor, cross-legged with your sushi in front of you, watching the dynamic between Caitlyn and Vi unfold. Jinx noticed too, her eyes darting between them. “So… are you two gonna stop pretending or what?”

Vi choked on her drink, coughing as Caitlyn’s face turned beet red. “Pretending what?” Vi asked, wiping her mouth.

Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically. “That you’re not into each other. It’s so obvious.”

Caitlyn bit her lip, looking down at her hands. Vi glanced at her and then back at Jinx, sighing. “Fine. You caught us.”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened in surprise, but when Vi reached over and took her hand, her expression softened. “She was drunk, but I still accepted,” Vi said, her voice low but sincere.

Caitlyn smiled, squeezing her hand. “I asked Vi to be my girlfriend,” she admitted.

You clapped your hands together. “Finally! I’ve been rooting for you two since forever.”

Jinx leaned back, grinning smugly. “Told you so. Now kiss or something. Make it official.”

Vi rolled her eyes but leaned in to kiss Caitlyn, a soft, tender moment that made everyone cheer and clap beside Sevika but she was amused. Caitlyn laughed, hiding her face behind her hands as Vi pulled her close.

The rest of the night passed in a warm, comforting haze. Laughter echoed through the room, and everyone indulged in food and ice cream, the stress of the evening melting away.

When the night wound down, Sevika stood, stretching. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” she said, glancing at you.

You nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves. “Thanks.”

The two of you walked down the quiet hallway, the sounds of the city fading into the background. When you reached your door, you turned to her. “Thank you for tonight,” you said softly. “For protecting me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Sevika shrugged, but her expression softened. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”

Trying to lighten the mood, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Well, I’m thanking you anyway.”

Sevika froze for a moment, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she nodded. “Goodnight.”

She turned and walked away, leaving you to enter your room. You closed the door, leaning against it for a moment as your heart raced. Shaking your head, you got into bed, pulling the covers up and letting the exhaustion of the night finally take over.

But just as you were about to drift off, a knock on the door startled you. You got up, wondering who it could be at this hour. When you opened it, Sevika stood there, her eyes intense and her expression unreadable.

“Sevika? Is something wrong?”

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer. “Fuck it… I have feelings for you too,” she said, her voice low and rough.

Before you could process her words, she leaned in and kissed you deeply, her hands gently cradling your face. The kiss was firm yet tender, filled with all the emotions she’d been holding back. You didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, your arms wrapping around her neck as your heart raced.

Sevika’s hands slid down to your waist, steadying you as she broke the kiss for just a moment, her forehead resting against yours. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, pulling her closer. “More than okay.”

She smiled before kissing you again, this time with more urgency. Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. You felt a thrill run through you as you tugged her into the room, your lips never leaving hers.

Sevika kicked the door shut behind her, the soft click of the lock echoing in the room. The night stretched out before you, a mix of passion and emotions that neither of you wanted to end.

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The Shadows And The Light - Chapter 6

Ao3 - Honeygrls

wo weeks had passed by since Silco had left the clinic when a mysterious letter appeared on your door step. It was on a particularly gloomy afternoon, the sky cloaked in thick gray clouds, when an unexpected delivery arrived at your front door. As you opened the door, it revealed a mysterious black envelope on the doormat. The envelope had a deep black seal which seemed to have an eye imprinted onto it. A shiver of anticipation coursed through you as you reached down, curious yet apprehensive about what this dark envelope could contain.

You opened it up carefully, tearing the seal with a satisfying rip. You unfolded the letter and read its contents.

“Your contributions to Zaun do not go unnoticed. Join us at the Blackwater Gala – An evening of alliances, gratitude, and opportunity. Please dress accordingly.

–Silco.”

The Blackwater Gala was the stuff of legends, whispered about in the dimly lit taverns and bustling streets of Zaun. It was an exclusive affair, drawing the elite of the city—from influential Chembarons to power-hungry gang leaders—each eager to indulge in a night of extravagance so rarely seen in the undercity. The gala was held in an old done up warehouse from what you had heard.

You had also heard intriguing tales of the events that unfolded within those walls, where the music was loud, and laughter mingled with the sharp scent of shimmer-infused drinks. Guests wearing the newest of Zaun's fashion and the most intricate hairstyles

Yet, beneath the shimmering exterior lied a murky reality filled with rumors of shady transactions whispered in hidden corners as well as scandalous accounts of drug deals and illicit sexual favours.

You'd never attend something so debauched, the very idea setting you on edge but declining didn't seem like a viable option, not when Silco himself had written you a personal invitation.

You sighed, groaning into your hands before shoving the letter into your pocket and heading back inside. You slammed the door with an irritated huff, stomping into your bedroom to see if you had anything good enough to wear.

You began to rummage through the back of your closet, pushing aside old shoes and forgotten sweaters. As your hands brushed against a large, sturdy box, curiosity piqued. You carefully pulled it out, dust collecting on the surface as you placed it on your bed. With a gentle tug, you lifted the lid, revealing the treasures within.

Among the items, your eyes fell upon one of your mother’s old dresses, a vibrant reminder of her youth. It was from her twenties, and you had kept it all these years, cherishing it even after her passing. With a mix of nostalgia and excitement, you pulled the dress out, feeling the soft fabric glide through your fingers.

You took a moment to admire its design before trying it on. Standing in front of your mirror, you adjusted the straps and looked at your reflection. The dress was short, barely grazing your upper thighs, and the black shimmery fabric caught the light beautifully. It hugged your curves just right, accentuating your features and giving you a sense of elegance.

A soft laugh bubbled up from inside of you as you smoothed your hands down the dress. This would be perfect.

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You stepped into the warehouse, looking around In awe as you took in the sights before you. Crimson and golden banners hung from the steel rafters, chem-lights casting an otherworldly glow that danced around the place. The air was heavy with mingling scents of expensive alcohol, smoke and something faintly chemical.

Your steps faltered as you made your way further into the extravagant room glancing around at the hoards of different people huddled into their own respective circles. You smelt small amidst the large crowd of people, each of them seeping with confidence and mischief.

It wasn't long before Silco approached you, his movements measured and smooth as always. “You came.” He said, his eyes flickering over your appearance with a brief lift of his brow. “Good. You've earned your place here tonight. But remember..” His voice dipped, low and laced with warning. “This isn't a room for naivety, remember to keep your wits about you, hm?”

With that he was gone, melting back into the crowd as effortlessly as he appeared.

You exhaled slightly, your hands tightening around the glass handed to you by a passing waiter. Your eyes swept around the place once again, hoping to find a certain familiar face within the packed room. All you could pick out was Chem-barons, gang leaders and influential merchants mingling in a dangerous dance of power and deception.

And then, at the far end of the room, you spotted her.

Sevika.

She was leaning against a steel pillar, her figure adorned in her usual attire which made your brows furrow in confusion. Her smokey eyes scanned the room, and for a brief moment, they locked onto yours.

You flashed her a shy grin, but she quickly looked away, her expression unreadable.

Your expression soured as confusion tightened in your chest. You were excited at the thought of seeing Sevika again; it had been a while since Silco had left, and you were eager to reconnect with her. However, it seemed she didn’t share your enthusiasm.

With a defeated sigh, you walked over to the hors d'oeuvres, hoping to eat away your disappointment.

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It wasn't long before you realized how truly

out of depth you were. Conversations buzzed around you full of threats and empty compliments. You tried to stay out of view but it was difficult when so many eyes lingered on you, curious and calculating.

When you finally found refuge in a quiet, dimly lit corner near the drinking fountain, your chest heaved with relief. The heavy energy of the gala seemed to melt away, replaced by a small sense of calm. That was until the faint sound of polished shoes against the floor drew your attention.

Your stomach dropped when you noticed the man approaching, his presence oozing an unsettling confidence. He carried himself with the kind of casual arrogance that only a man could muster up. His sharp suit, tailored to perfection, gleamed under the chem-light, but it was his smile that sent a chill down your spine.

It wasn’t a friendly smile—it was the kind that slithered under your skin, full of false charm. His golden teeth caught the light as his grin widened, his dark eyes gleaming with interest.

Your heart raced as recognition struck you. It was Finn, one of the most infamous Chem-Barons in Zaun. Stories of his twisted dealings and ruthless methods had reached even the quietest corners of your clinic. He was a man who thrived on power and fear.

And now, his attention was fixed solely on you.

“Ah, the healer,” he drawled, his voice a low, menacing purr that seemed to wrap around you like smoke.

You stiffened, your pulse quickening as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Mr. Finn,” you greeted cautiously, inclining your head. Your tone was polite, but the rapid pounding of your heart betrayed the unease swirling in your chest.

“Just Finn,” he corrected smoothly, his smile stretching wider to reveal a glint of gold teeth. “No need for formalities, doll.”

The nickname struck like a cold draft, making your stomach churn. The oily sweetness of his tone made your skin crawl, but you forced a tight smile, determined to keep your composure.

“Tell me,” Finn continued, his head tilting slightly as his sharp eyes roamed over you, assessing and lingering too long. “How does someone like you earn an invitation to a place like this?”

You straightened your posture, trying to ignore the way his gaze felt like a physical weight. “Silco invited me,” you replied evenly, willing your voice not to waver.

Finn’s expression shifted subtly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk as his eyes narrowed. “Of course, he did.” His voice held an edge of mockery, though his smile remained intact, plastered across his face like a mask.

He took a deliberate step closer, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor, the sound eerily measured. “You’ve been quite the talk of the evening, you know,” he continued, his tone dripping, “Zaun’s own little hero with a heart of gold. Tending to the needy, expecting nothing in return. Selfless.” He leaned in slightly, his head tilting, “It’s almost…naïve.”

The insinuation struck you like a bullet, but you forced yourself to stay calm, your fingers tightening around the edges of your glass. “I… I do what I can,” you replied, taking a cautious step back, but Finn’s movements mirrored yours, closing the gap effortlessly.

“Such modesty,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower as he leaned in further, his breath warm against your skin. The cloying scent of his cologne was suffocating, making it hard to think. His sharp features seemed to loom closer, filling your vision.

“But surely,” Finn continued, his voice softening to a predatory whisper, “someone as kind and beautiful as you must be used to admiration.” His words slithered into your ear, the low growl of his tone making your breath hitch involuntarily.

You instinctively flinched, your body tensing as he leaned even closer, his presence overwhelming and intrusive. The heat of his proximity made your stomach churn, and an unpleasant shiver ran down your spine, leaving you frozen.

“Excuse me,” you said firmly, taking a step to the side to put space between you and Finn.

But he shifted smoothly to block your path, his movement fluid. His sharp grin widened as he tilted his head, studying your reaction with an unsettling intensity.

“There’s no need to rush off,” he drawled, his tone light but with an edge that felt like a subtle warning. “I only want to get to know you better. Surely a healer like you can spare a little kindness?”

Your pulse quickened as unease swirled inside of you. “I’m not interested,” you said, keeping your voice steady despite the unpleasant knot forming in your stomach.

Finn’s grin twisted into something darker and sharper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if resisting only intrigued him more. “Ah, playing hard to get, I see,” he mused, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. “I always did enjoy a challenge.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, and you instinctively took a step back, feeling the cool metal of the drinking fountain press against your back. Trapped.

“Come now, don’t be so quick to run off—”

“Back off.”

The words cut through the tension like a blade, low and dangerous, the weight of it vibrating in the air around you.

Your heart pounded, and relief flooded your chest as Sevika stepped out of the crowd, her towering frame a protective barrier between you and Finn. Her expression was as cold as steel, her jaw tight, and her mechanical arm gleaming ominously in the dim light as she stood beside you.

Finn turned toward her slowly, his grin faltering for just a second before he schooled his expression back into something cool and unaffected. “Sevika,” he greeted smoothly, though the slight edge to his voice betrayed his irritation. “Always so quick to play the hero, aren’t you?”

“She said she’s not interested,” Sevika stated flatly. She didn’t so much as blink as her gaze pierced into Finn, a silent warning in her expression.

Finn raised his hands in mock surrender, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No harm in having a conversation, is there? We’re all friends here.”

“Doesn’t look like she wants to be friends,” Sevika shot back, taking a step forward, her broad shoulders squaring as she towered over him. “So, I’ll say it again: Back. Off.”

The air between them grew tense, a silent standoff as Finn’s smirk faltered again, his face shifting into an irritated scowl. He glanced between you and Sevika, the corner of his mouth twitching as if weighing his next move.

“Touchy, touchy,” Finn finally said, taking a deliberate step back but keeping his eyes locked on Sevika’s. “You really should learn to relax, Sevika. You might live longer.”

“Keep testing me, and we’ll find out how long you’ll last,” she growled, her voice a low rumble that made your stomach churn and, oddly, brought a sense of comfort at the same time.

Finn chuckled, though the sound was humorless, and shot you one last unsettling glance before turning on his heel. “Enjoy the party,” he called over his shoulder as he melted back into the crowd, leaving a trail of unease after him.

For a moment, you stood frozen, your heart pounding as the tension slowly began to dissipate. You turned to Sevika, who hadn’t moved an inch, her gaze still locked in the direction Finn had disappeared. Her shoulders were tense, and the muscles in her jaw flexed as she exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice wavering with lingering nerves.

Sevika’s head snapped toward you, and for the first time that evening, her stern demeanor cracked. A faint flicker of awkwardness crossed her face, though she quickly schooled her expression into something more neutral. “Yeah,” she muttered, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

You offered a small, genuine smile despite the lingering tension. “I mean it. That could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t stepped in.”

She looked away, rubbing the back of her neck with her flesh hand, her mechanical fingers clinking softly at her side. “It’s nothing. Just… don’t let idiots like him corner you again.”

Her words were gruff, but you could hear the concern buried beneath the rough exterior. The realization made warmth bloom in your chest despite the unsettling encounter that had just happened.

“Still,” you said gently, “I’m glad you were here.”

Sevika glanced at you from the corner of her eye, her lips pressing into a tight line. She gave a short nod, but the stiffness in her posture made it clear she wasn’t used to being thanked, especially in this way.

“I’ll, uh, keep an eye out,” she muttered, taking a small step back. Her eyes darted away briefly before she added, almost stumbling over her words, “You should stick to people you trust.” She paused, visibly uncomfortable, then cleared her throat. “Anyway... take care.” And with that, she turned abruptly and walked off, her mechanical arm whirring softly as she melted into the crowd.

Before you could fully process Sevika’s abrupt leave, a bright, chaotic burst of blue energy descended upon you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” a high-pitched voice chirped from behind.

You turned just in time to see none other than Jinx, (Whom you learnt through gossip in the clinic that she was Silco's daughter) bounding toward you, her wide, manic grin lighting up her face like a spark. Her vivid blue braids swung wildly as she closed the distance, her eyes darting between you and the direction Sevika had just disappeared.

“Oh my GOD!” she squealed, clasping her hands together in delight. “You’re the girl Sevika never shuts up about!”

Your heart nearly stopped, your brain racked in confusion trying to catch up with what she’d just said. “W-what?” you stammered, completely caught off guard.

Jinx stopped right in front of you, leaning forward with a smirk as if she were sharing the most juiciest secret. “You heard me! Sevika’s been talking about you! Like, a LOT.” She wiggled her eyebrows exaggeratedly, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. “You must be very special!”

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to find a response. “I… I think you have the wrong idea—”

“Wrong idea? Pfft!” Jinx waved you off, her expression completely unserious. “Don’t play coy with me, doc. I mean, who could blame her? You’ve got this whole cute, shy, healer vibe going on.” She tilted her head, eyeing you up and down. “Kinda adorable, if you ask me. Totally Sevikas type too!”

“I’m not—she doesn’t—” you tried to explain, but Jinx wasn’t listening.

“Bet she likes your little ‘I just want to help people’ thing. So noble, so selfless! Classic hero stuff!” She twirled one of her braids around her finger, a dreamy look in her eyes. “It’s so weird hearing Sevika talk about anything that isn’t punching people, booze, or punching people while holding booze! You’ve gotta be a big deal.”

Your cheeks burned hotter with every word, and you shook your head furiously. “I think you’re misunderstanding—”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Jinx interrupted, waving her hand dismissively again. “I get it. You’re too shy to admit it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me.” she said with an exaggerated wink.

“It’s not a secret because it’s not a thing!” you insisted, but Jinx only cackled in response, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

Before she could say anything else, a shadow loomed over the two of you, and you turned to see Sevika standing there, her brows furrowed in irritation. “Jinx,” she said, her voice sharp with warning, “what the hell are you doing?”

Jinx spun around, unfazed by Sevika’s stern tone. “Oh, hey, Sev!” she chirped, grinning like everything was alright. “Just having a little chat with your favorite healer. You know, the one you won’t stop gushing about?”

“Jinx,” Sevika growled, her jaw clenching.

“What?” Jinx said innocently, throwing her hands up. “It’s cute. You’re cute. She's cute. It’s all cute!” She giggled, skipping back a step.

Sevika’s face turned to stone, her discomfort obvious as she shot a glare at Jinx that could have burned the whole building down. “That’s enough.”

Jinx pouted, clearly enjoying pushing Sevika’s buttons. “Fine, fine,” she said with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” She wagged her fingers at you in a teasing wave as she backed away. “Have fun, doc! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there in stunned silence and Sevika looking like she wanted to punch the nearest wall.

You finally dared to glance at Sevika, whose lips were pressed into a tight line. “She’s… lively,” you offered weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika rubbed the back of her neck, her flesh hand clenched into a fist at her side. “She’s an idiot,” she muttered, her eyes flickering to yours for a brief moment before darting away. “Ignore her.”

Sevika cleared her throat awkwardly. “You okay?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant.

“Yeah,” you replied, the corner of your lips lifting in a small smile. “Thanks to you. I thought I'd be there forever.”

“Yeah… she has a tendency to do that,” Sevika said, rolling her eyes and groaning softly. Her mechanical arm flexed slightly, the faint whir of it breaking the tension. “Always running her mouth, stirring up trouble wherever she goes.”

She sighed heavily, her frustration evident as she looked off into the distance, avoiding your gaze. “Half the time, I’m cleaning up after her messes. The other half? I’m wondering why Silco keeps her around.”

You tilted your head, curiosity igniting within you despite the lingering awkwardnes. “She’s unpredictable, sure,” you ventured carefully, “but… isn’t that part of her charm?”

Sevika snorted, shaking her head. “Charm? Yeah, if you think charm is blowing up half the Undercity because she got bored.” Her lips twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smirk before she quickly schooled her expression back to something more neutral.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched her. “You care about her a little, though,” you pointed out gently.

She stiffened slightly at your observation, her brow furrowing as though she didn’t like being caught in such an admission. “She’s a pain in the ass,” Sevika muttered, glancing down at you.

You nodded, the corners of your mouth still quirking up. “Well, for what it’s worth, she seems to care about you. She… uh, definitely thinks highly of you.”

Sevika’s gaze sharpened, her expression unreadable as she looked at you. “That so?” she said, her voice low.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a little heat creep up your neck. “She, uh… she said you talked about me. A lot.”

Her face immediately hardened, and her jaw clenched. “Jinx exaggerates,” she said gruffly, the words coming out so quickly it almost felt rehearsed.

“Does she?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a smirk growing on your face.

Sevika’s mechanical arm twitched, her fingers flexing as though she needed something to do with her hands. “Look,” she began, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s not like that. You’re… I mean, you helped Silco. That’s important.”

Your lips parted, but you hesitated, unsure how to respond. The tension between you hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then, Sevika let out another sigh, running a hand down her face. “Forget it,” she muttered, her voice quieter now. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You stepped closer, your voice soft. “Sevika… it’s okay. I’m not upset.”

She glanced at you, her grey eyes searching your face. For a quick moment, something vulnerable flickered in her gaze, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “You shouldn’t trust people like me,” she said flatly, her tone almost clipped.

You frowned, taking another step toward her. “Why not? You’ve done nothing but help me tonight.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me,” you said, your voice firmer now, your brows furrowing.

She hesitated, her posture stiff. But before she could respond, a commotion erupted on the far side of the room. Both of you turned to see a group of eople arguing loudly, the heated fight drawing attention from everyone nearby.

Sevika took the moment of distraction, taking a step back and straightening her shoulders. “I should handle that,” she said abruptly, her tone clipped.

“Sevika—” you started, but she was already moving away, her long strides carrying her through the crowd before you could stop her.

You watched her go, a mix of frustration and curiosity swirling in your chest. Whatever was going on in her head, she clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it. But something told you this wasn’t the end of this conversation—just the beginning.

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