#oblivious!sevika x reader

[p-taryn-dactyl]

tell me you love me

a/n: i've seen a lot of oblivious!reader x sevika but i thought it would be fun to do a oblivious!sevika x reader. someone has probably done this trope before but here's my take on it!

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): oblivious!sevika - slight angst - councilor!sevika - insecurity (on both parts) - thieram is a real one - mention of sevika being a regular at the brothel - i'm bad at dialogue my apologies everyone - not proof read - rushed - hope this doesn't suck too bad

The bar was quiet, save for a few customers sitting in the far corners, nursing their drinks at a lenient pace. After the war, Zaun didn't feel the same, there was an air of expectancy, like nothing was truly over. Though, you thought, defeating Noxus and whatever Arcane deviantcy was a win in your book. You wiped down the counter, humming a soft song as you thought about everything. You had thought that once everything was over, you could finally officially reveal your feelings for Zaun's scary lady, Silco's former right hand lady - Sevika. However, it seemed that since she had been given a seat on the council, she was never at your bar anymore. Over the years you had tried to subtly show Sevika the true extent of your feelings, inviting her over for a private drink, only for her to show up with her gaming buddies and you feeling ridiculous in the new dress you had bought.

Once, you thought she had finally realized what you were asking, her soft smile when she accepted your invitation to your apartment for dinner sending butterflies ablaze in your stomach. You remembered the hours you spent before she arrived, cooking and cleaning, fussing over your outfit and your hair, thankful you had taken enough time off to fully prepare everything. You remember setting up the table, putting the finishing touches on the centerpiece when you heard her loud knock at the door. The butterflies in your stomach got so intense that when you opened your door and saw Sevika standing there, they died just as quickly as they came.

"Hey, Y/N, thanks for inviting me over. gods know I'm starved right now."

You remember merely nodding, silent as you blinked back tears, moving to let Sevika in as she obliviously rambled on about her day. You loved how open she was with you, her carefully placed demeanor cracking to show her true personality, something you wore as an honor. Now, you thought that she saw you only as a friend, a shoulder to cry - more like complain - on. You remember vividly how her newly cut was hair mussled, her shirt and neck stained with lipstick, how her own lips seemed to be swollen. Each little detail sent a stabbing feeling into your heart, making you feel numb as Sevika took in the carefully placed dinner table.

"Damn, this is nice. Is anyone else expected to come?" She asked as she plopped down into her chair, manspreading her legs comfortably in a way that you still, in an annoyed realization, found incredibly attractive. You shook your head, the feeling of rejection and disappointment weighing on your shoulders.

"Just you." It came out as a confession but Sevika took it as an answer. You remember the rest of the night being a blur, you had come to some kind of strange acceptance.

This event was just before everything went down and now you were ready to put everything behind you. You knew Sevika still frequented the Brothel, albeit more secretively now that she sat on the Council, so you were determined to catch her whether when she was arriving or leaving one day to firmly expose yourself. You knew she had no interest in being with you, her dodging all your advances over the years had made that clear enough, but you couldn't live with the weight of your feelings bearing down on you. If you could just let her know now, you could finally move on.

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Sevika sat sullenly in her seat, barely registering that the meeting was over. Shoola gentley nudged her, breaking her out of whatever place her mind had taken her. The councilor smiled at Sevika, gesturing her to join her as they left the Council room. Sevika joined reluctantly, still feeling out of place within the group of people who she had previously hated so intensely.

"Any plans today? Someone to go back home to?" Shoola's question rattled Sevika, who found herself answering with a shake of her head and a kiss of her teeth.

"Nope. Guess no one's up to being with me."

Shoola would have replied with an encouragement, would it not be for the exasperated explanation that sounded from behind them.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Both Shoola and Sevika spun around to see Thieram, one of the Last Drop's bartenders, holding a box of books from Piltover's library he borrowed from Vi. Sevika raised an eyebrow at him, a silent question.

"That's just ridiculous!" He adjusted the box to wave an incredulous hand at Sevika, almost spilling the box, "Seriously! Please don't kill me, but you seriously can't believe no one has ever showed an interest in you!"

Shoola laughed, crossing her arms.

"Are you wanting to announce something?"

Sevika had an uncomfortable expression on her face, like she would rather be anywhere than this situation. Thieram shook his head a little too hard, setting his face in a false bravado.

"N-no, but do you know how many shifts I've been through where Y/N can only talk about how nice your new haircut looks? How much she likes your piercing - a little too much if you ask me -? How many times she's asked you out only for you to make her cry in the break room before plastering on a smile to serve you and your gaming buddies a drink?" He seemed out of breath before he continued, starting to walk backwards, away from the woman who was now staring intensely at the young man, "Either you're incredibly oblivious, please stop looking at me like that, or you've been playing with my friends feelinsg for years. She's planning on telling you her feelings soon, I really should stop talking, so that she can move on."

Sevika felt time stop around her as she absorbed what Thieram was saying. For years she had harbored a crush against you, something that grew and flourished over the years as she grew closer to you, experienced more and more of your kindness and strength. She had thought you had only wanted to be friends, you had constantly invited her over to talk or have a drink but - oh. Oh.

Sevika, with this new realization, pushed past Thieram, leaving him standing there with an amused Shoola. If what he was saying was true, she couldn't handle you moving on, she had lost so many already.

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You had just finished your closing duties when the doors to the Last Drop burst open, revealing a frantic looking Sevika. You barely had time to open your mouth before Sevika was behind the bar, standing so close to you that your back was pressed up against the counter and Sevika's breath was warm against your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as she caught her breath, her eyes staring deeply into yours. You started to talk but Sevika beat you to it, her words coming out in a rush.

"Do you love me?"

Her blunt question made you freeze, your eyes widening and your hands starting to shake. Sevika swallowed, leaning her head forward to lightly set her forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. Her arms came to rest on either side of you, the mechanics of her left arm whirring silently. Her breath was just as shaky as her words as she continued, this time whispering.

"Tell me you love me."

For a moment, all you could do was breathe. Here was Sevika, the woman you had loved for years, the woman you had convinced yourself never saw you like that, practically begging for you to love her. With soft hands, you cradled Sevika's face, smiling at how she subconsciously nuzzled into your palm. You felt years worth of tension leave her shoulders as she further leaned into you, her arms now wrapping around your waist as a tight hug. In a moment of adrenaline, you pulled Sevika in for a kiss. It was a mere brush of your lips, a breath of waiting passed before Sevika was pulling you closer, her lips claiming yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It seemed like time had stopped around the two of you before you pulled away, Sevika chasing your lips slightly. You pressed two fingers against her lips, chuckling softly at her confused expression.

"If I tell you, what can I expect your response to be?" Your question was playful, yet you still held your breath. Sevika looked at you incredulously, scoffing before pushing your hand away from her mouth and leaning in to where when she spoke, her lips brushed against yours.

"What do you think?"

You glared playfully, leaning backwards and crossing your arms, ignoring how uncomfortable this new position was.

"I think even if I yelled it from the rooftops you would still think we were only friends."

Sevika had the decency to look sheepish, biting her lip before putting a hand on your back to pull you close once more.

"I'll listen this time, I promise." Her words were soft and warm, incredibly sincere as they comforted you like a hug. You let her brush her nose against yours as you smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck to rest on her shoulders. You pulled her close, so that now your lips brushed against her ear as you spoke.

"I love you." You whispered, slight fear tinging your words, afraid this could all be a dream, or worse, a sick joke. It was like a switch went off, Sevika's shy demeanor melting away, her eyes filled with fire as she lifted you up to sit on the counter, her lips claiming yours. This kiss was different than the first, deeper and more intense, fueled with your confession. Sevika pulled away, her forehead once again leaning against yours as she spoke.

"I've been an idiot for years," you hummed in agreement, "I hurt you with my obliviousness, I didn't think you could ever return my feelings."

Hope blossomed in your chest, understanding what she was trying to say.

"Thieram told me you were wanting to move on and I-" she paused, leaning back ever so slightly so that she could look into your eyes, "I don't want that. I want you."

You could tell she wanted to say more, confess more, but you understood why she held back, the walls she held around herself were so carefully constructed.

Smiling, you nodded, running a hand through her hair.

"You have me."

a/n: and this kinda sucked ik but i had to write something or else my mind was gonna explode. thanks for reading!

[tbhshaped]

the way some of you treat sevika is a bit sad, I know she's unbearably hot, but she's way more than just smut, tough girls deserve to cry, be taken care of, be emotional, cuddle, and not just be your knight in shining armor

[kousanosgf]

men, minors dni

councilor!sevika x assistant!reader headcanons

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ getting together　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

i have too many thoughts about miss councilor sevika (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

◗ 　they get on each other's nervs at first. sevika is still too new for her position and the need to prove herself to the most of the council drives her insane, cause those fucks are hella dense. so she's constantly on the edge, trying to wiggle between mentally fighting for her people on the meetings and actually taking part in rebuilding of zaun. and sometimes (or a lot of times) sevika sees reader as just another nuisances and a person who's ready to judge her just because she's not from piltover

◗ 　reader on the other hand just can't comprehend sevika's nature. she was raised and worked for years in a more "higher context culture" if you can call it so, so she's shoked how straight to the point sevika is, often taking it as nothing but rudeness. reader also can't say much to sevika, since she can't make herself speak up, taught to be respecrful and obedient to her supiriors, leaving a lot of space to passive aggression

◗ 　 they're taking all the first places in the misunderstanding and miscommunication competition

◗ 　sevika hates how reader is set on the formal speech with her. "stop calling me councilor" "that's who you are" "yeah but you don't have to say it in every sentence, you sound like some wind-up toy" "okay, ma'am, I'll take you wish into account".

◗ 　she realises that reader calling her "ma'am" is worse but not for the same reasons

◗ 　 their relationship is very much about learning and understanding each other and those around you. mostly for reader, cause she was brought up with a mindset of zaunites being someone lesser. and even though she follows etiquette, trying to be polite and serve as a perfect assistant, cause her whole life she dreamed of working with someone who changes other people's lifes, or even being that person, she can be judgmental towards sevika, refusing to see her point of view properly

◗ 　 eventually they get closer and more comfortable with each other, which means reader drops her nice formal persona with her passive aggressiveness, and they actually menage to solve more problems while arguing and letting the steam out than just walking around on eggshells for days

◗ 　 that's when sevika starts fall for reader. it's like reader's mask slipped and she can finally see a real person and not a workaholic machine. she loves how both sassy and caring reader can be. their fights now end in laughter and omg they also can say sorry to each other

◗ 　 sevika insists on brining reader to any important event, where plus one is required. because reader helps her monitor her actions and gives helpful insides of other participants of course, not because she just wants to spend time with her, definitely not

◗ 　and reader is oblivious™. she's so happy, she finally doesn't hate her work and her and sevika can even be called friends, she doesn't notice any move sevika makes, simply thinking it's nothing but platonic gestures

◗ 　 eventually she snaps. "are you straight?" "what?" "i asked around, and people said you're into women. did they lie?" "n-no" "then what?" "what what?" "if it's just me you don't like you could've said so"

◗ 　 reader is of course shocked. she has to take couple of days off, embarrassed with how blind she was and to think the situation through

◗ 　 next time they meet reader refuses sevika, saying it's not right to have a romantic involvement with any colleague, especially not with your boss. sevika understands and agrees

◗ 　 well actually she doesn't. a compliment here, a touch there. sevika does nothing too provocative so reader can't say she's acting improper. but she's just playing a long game

◗ 　 and yes, it works. months of teasing ruins poor reader's morals. flustered and very much horny she tugs sevika into a kiss on just a normal tuesday in councilor's office

◗ they may or may not have sex right there they definitely do

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kay, a bit messy. definitely gonna do part two or a full drubble with them later

[misswynters]

Steel and sunshine

sevika x ditz! reader / short drabble

no warnings just you being annoying and sevika putting up with you

requested by @gravegoer <3

Zauns sprawling streets were filled with the hum of industry, the hiss of steam, and the faint green glow of shimmer pouring from narrow alleyways. The air hung heavy with a metallic tang, and the rattle of machinery from the Undercity’s workshops created a chaotic symphony. It was chaotic, grimy, and dangerous. A place that seemed to churn out desperation as naturally as it did smog. In the heart of it all, Sevika sat at her usual corner of The Last Drop, nursing a glass of something strong enough to peel paint.

Her steel arm rested on the table, catching the flicker of neon lights overhead. She was a picture of quiet intensity: sharp eyes scanning the bar, her jaw set in irritation at the chaos around her. She could handle a fight breaking out or someone trying to swindle her. What she couldn’t handle, though, was the sound of your voice cutting through the din like sunshine piercing a storm cloud. “Sevika!”

She groaned quietly, closing her eyes for a moment as she prepared herself for the whirlwind that was you. When she opened them, there you were, skipping toward her with all the oblivious cheer of someone who didn’t belong in a place like this. “What now?” she muttered, her tone already laced with exasperation.

You plopped down into the chair across from her, beaming as if you hadn’t just walked through Zaun’s most dangerous streets without a care in the world. “You’ll never guess what I found today!”

“Let me guess,” Sevika said, her voice flat. “Something useless?”

You gasped, clutching your chest like she’d just shot you. “How dare you? It’s not useless!” You rummaged through your bag, your fingers brushing past who-knows-what before triumphantly pulling out a small, rusted music box. Its paint was chipped, and the mechanism looked like it hadn’t worked in years. “Look! Isn’t it cute?”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her patience already teetering on the edge. “You’re risking your life out there for this?”

“Of course!” you said, completely unfazed. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I don’t like junk,” she said flatly, though her gaze lingered on the object longer than she’d admit.

You leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re lying. I can tell you secretly think it’s cool.”

Sevika groaned, her metal fingers tapping against the table in frustration. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep me around forever?” you said with a grin, propping your chin on your hand.

“You’re exhausting,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile.

Not long after, Sevika found herself walking alongside you through the crowded streets of Zaun, her broad frame serving as a shield against the jostling crowd. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in this situation again, but you had a way of dragging her along. Your sheer persistence overpowering her better judgment.

“Did you eat today?” she asked abruptly, her sharp tone betraying the faintest hint of concern.

“Oh! I had some bread earlier,” you said brightly. “And maybe a candy bar?”

Sevika stopped dead in her tracks, her glare making you shrink slightly. “That’s not food. Come on.”

You blinked, confused. “Where are we going?”

“To get you something real before you pass out,” she grumbled, taking your arm and steering you toward a food stall. The smell of sizzling dumplings filled the air as Sevika ordered for you, her tone curt but efficient. She handed the vendor a few coins before shoving the steaming plate into your hands.

“Sit,” she ordered, pointing to a nearby bench.

You obeyed, settling onto the seat and swinging your legs like a child as you dug in. The first bite was heavenly, and you made a small noise of appreciation that made Sevika smirk despite herself.

“You’re amazing, Sev,” you said between mouthfuls, your words slightly muffled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she scolded, sitting beside you.

You swallowed quickly, flashing her a wide grin. “Sorry. You’re just so good at taking care of me.”

“Someone has to,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“You’re like a big, grumpy teddy bear,” you teased, nudging her side.

She gave you a flat look. “A teddy bear?”

“Yeah! You act all tough, but deep down, you’re just a big softie.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll leave you here,” she warned, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered in her voice.

Later, back at Sevika’s apartment, the quiet hum of Zaun’s nightlife served as background noise. The space was sparse and functional, just like her. But tucked into corners and sitting on shelves were small reminders of your influence. There was a cracked vase you’d insisted on saving, a tiny ceramic dog you swore looked just like her, and now the rusted music box, which you’d proudly placed on the shelf next to the others.

“Look at it,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “It’s perfect.”

“It’s junk,” Sevika replied, though her tone lacked the usual bite.

“Sentimental junk,” you corrected, turning to grin at her.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re lucky I put up with you.”

“You’re lucky I’m so charming,” you shot back, sticking out your tongue.

Sevika shook her head, unable to keep the smirk off her face. “Ridiculous.”

You plopped onto her worn-out couch, kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable. “So, what do we do now?”

“I work. You stay out of the way,” she said, already moving toward her workbench.

“Boring,” you replied, flipping through a magazine you’d found on the coffee table. The two of you fell into a companionable silence, Sevika tinkering with her mechanical arm while you lazily read. But after a while, your thoughts drifted, and the question that had been nagging at you all day finally slipped out.

“Sevika?” You said softly as your eyes still on the maganize that you were reading.

“What?” she replied as she continued to tinker her metal arm, completely immersed in what she was doing. “Do you think I’m annoying?”

The question caught her off guard, and she turned to look at you. Putting the tool that was on her hand on the desk. “Where the hell is this coming from?”

You shrugged, suddenly finding the magazine very interesting. “I dunno. I just… sometimes I feel like I get on your nerves.”

Sevika sighed, setting down her tools and walking over to sit beside you. “You do,” she said bluntly, making you gape at her. Before you could protest, she added, “But I don’t mind.”

“Really?” you asked, your voice small.

“Really,” she said, her tone softer now. “You keep things… interesting.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “You’re such a softie.”

“Don’t push it,” she warned, though there was no malice in her words.

You leaned your head against her shoulder, letting the cool metal of her arm press against your cheek. “Thanks, Sev.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, reaching up to ruffle your hair. “Just don’t get used to it.”

But you both knew it was already too late.

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[gravegoer]

Take a hint. ୨୧

sevika x oblivious!reader ♡ PART 1 [feel free to send requests, asks etc! i respond to everything :) + i defo need to make a badass reader x sevika to make up 4 this

PART 2 HERE , masterlist here

• How could you have possibly made it this far all by your lonesome in the undercity?? Almost oblivious to anyones advances, threats etc. Your last minute judgement has to have come in clutch many times.

• Having said that; obviously sevika is going to raise an eyebrow as you walk past her,

• She sat in her booth, playing a game of poker with two conspicuous-looking men (to say the least.) A cigarillo hung from her thick lips and smoke puffed out of her nose as she glanced up.

• A man follows you (cocky fella) spewing nonsense about how he so badly wanted to get to know you and how "you should come grab a drink with me, all on my tab sweetheart."

• She shook her head; this didn't snag her attention, as the man was a regular, always harassing the prettiest woman he could find at the bar. What did snag her attention was your response.

• "Oh...sure! Why not ?" You laughed, undoubtedly carefree and unaware of the man's advances. Now, this THIS is what made her lips curl downward into a sneer.

• How could someone be so stupid. Seriously. What part about this guy didnt scream "creep." Were there not flashing red lights going off in your head telling you to turn the other way and make a run for it?

•Although this wasnt normally the kind of thing she bothered to pay attention to she continued to keep an eye on you as you walked toward the bar with him.

• However, the game of cards draws her attention away from the two of you. The man to her right groans at her card selection before shuffling through his.

• This was going to be another easy cash night, huh? She thought, her eyes wandering back to where you sat. The man next to you is now a bit too close for comfort.

• "I dont see you 'round here often missy" The man drawls, smirking at you. His fingers traced the rim of your glass slowly, barely missing your fingertips.

• "Yeah im...im not around here often.. tonight jus- " You were cut off by his hand on yours.

• "A pretty lady shouldnt be out at night all by 'er self, who knows what might snag 'er up, yeah?" His grip on yours was just a bit too tight.

• "Thats true..I was going to head home soon anyways. Thank you for your concern." You half smiled at him, now feeling the uncomfortable tension between you.

• The man took your smile as a green light to do whatever the fuck he wants and he leans in closer to your face. Before he can even bring his lips within the radius of your face the slam of metal separates you two.

• A mechanical device whirrs between you, parts clanking and activating: acting as a barrier. Your drink spills onto the floor, just narrowly missing your leg.

• You look up to see the weilder of said device glaring straight foward, not looking at either of you. Although her lips settle into a tight line; disdain etched into her (quite stunning) features. You could feel the heat of her body just inches away from yours.

• "Um...were we in your way-" You are cut off by her unexpectedly deep angry tone.

• "Lance, get the fuck out of here." She spat, now turning her head to look at him. Ah so thats his name.

• Her body was turned to face yours, her large frame mostly blocked your view from Lance, but it was pretty obvious he up and left without a word of retaliation.

• You eyed her questioningly scanning her lean (buff) frame.

• "You dont know a man thats trying to get in your pants when you see one?" She spoke firmly, turning her head to you.

• "I dont think he was.." You recalled all the events in the past five minutes and sighed internally "Mmfuck"

• Sevika took a draw of her cigar, watching you piece everything together, "So you really are stupid? I thought you were playing dumb." She scoffed.

• She couldn't lie. You were beautiful. It's a shame that all the men in the bar have probably eyed you at least once since you walked in. This thought made her lips twitch downward.

• "Bartender," Her voice booms "Get her another whiskey."

• Sevika ordering for a woman?? Absolutely unheard of. She means buisness. The bartender quickly grabs your drink offering a smile (that looked more out of fear than anything else) to Sevika.

• All the regulars know she only comes to the bar to either: A) Gamble B) Drink or C) beat someones ass. And despite her rough demeanor her actions were uncharacteristically...nice?

• "Thank you," You smiled up at her "I need to get better at that kind of thing"

• She slid into the barstool next to yours, where Lance had previously sat. "Is this your first time in the undercity? If not im suprised you havent been killed yet"

• Her question went unanswered as you watched the spread of her legs when she sat down, she has thick; definitely toned thighs. You swear you can see the muscle even with her pants on. Your eyes travel upward to look at her ever so slightly visible abs-

• "Hey, do you have nothing going on up there?" She sneered at you, now getting up from her stool. She was quickly irritated.

• "Im sorry, but you're gorgeous. Whats your name?" You ask, catching her gaze as she stood.

• She makes an incredulous expression for a second before going stone faced again "Be careful with what you say to strangers"

• Your drink arrives and she nods her head towards it before walking away, not leaving any room for you to thank her.

• Right as you're about to stare at her confident walk back to her booth a voice interrupted your thoughts, "Thats Sevika, Silcos second hand man." The bartender spoke.

• He knew you werent new, you had been coming for several years, but only casually. The only reason you stook out to him was because of you're genuine kindness when you spoke to him, not demeaning or demanding drinks.

• In return he usually warded off the men and women trying to snag you up and take you home.

• At his words you turned to look at her, but she was already staring back at you. Her gaze dark and almost hungry. You shivered at that, breaking eyecontact first.

• You didn't feel like drinking any longer, aching for the warmth of your home. You took a sip of whiskey and waved at the bartender before hopping off your stool to start towards the exit.

• You passed Sevikas booth on your way out, the men at her table eyed you and one wolf whistled loudly.

• Sevikas' eye twitched as she waited for you to exit the vicinity. She made note of the bell ring when you opened and closed the door to the bar.

• She wasted absolutely no time to jump on the man who wolf whistled, grabbing him by the collar and delivering an unforgiving punch to his face with her mechanical arm.

You definitely would be meeting again.

short authors note :) this is my first fic in FOUR YEARS so be patient with me guys ... anywho.. PLEASSEE send asks im begging, i crave to write right now. Im mainly writing for sevika and female characters ! But ill do anyone. ask me about fandoms ! (im in many) and ill write for basically any ask me for part 2 !! KUDOS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APPRECIATED

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[starless-nightz]

Can we have jinx x a reader who is isha older sibling?

Jinx falling for Ishas older sibling! reader

note -> I NEED ISHA BACK :[[[

warnings -> s2 ep6 at the end.

content includes -> fluff, angst at the end, silly people, crushing, relationship later on, matchmaker! Isha, takes place between act 1 and 2 (3-6 months) and the end s2 ep6 (my biggest enemy).

Jinx and you met through Isha after Isha practically dragged you to meet Jinx, and you were immediately smitten with the blue haired girl.

The two of you immediately hit it off, becoming close with each other. You offered to teach Jinx sign language so she would be able to understand you and Isha and she of course accepted it.

Jinx is honestly greatful for you both, ever since the two of you came into her life the voices in her head practically disappeared.

It is pretty obvious that Jinx and you are crushing on each other and since you two are oblivious dummies Isha took matters into her own hands, even recruiting Sevika to help.

Jinx isn't an idiot, she knows that Isha is doing and she doesn't stop her, she finds amusing and goes along with it.

When she does realize you do like her back she and Isha would make a plan for her to confess to you, you knew they were planning something but you couldn't get anything out of either of them.

After you and Jinx started dating things calmed down a bit, the two of you always spending time with either Isha or just the two of you.

You were against Isha dying her hair blue like Jinxs but you eventually warmed up to it, happy that your little sister looks up to your girlfriend (even though it stings that she doesn't look up to you as much as she looks up to Jinx).

When you saw your little sister run to Vander with Jinxs gun you knew you had to choose between staying with Jinx and trying to save your baby sister, but you knew that it was too late to stop her.

All you could do was watch as your sister sacrifices herself while you and Jinx cry out for her.

[mayasaurusss]

hello!! how are ya??

may I request a jinx x FEM/GN reader who is shorter than her and has cat-like features almost like lest from arcane s2?? thank you and happy holidays Maya :D

A/N: hello anon! I'm fine, how about you? I hope you're okay with this, it's not a full oneshot but a series of thoughts/headcanons.

Thank you for requesting, and I wish you happy holidays as well!❤ (not gonna lie, when I read that I squealed 'cause of happiness😂)

Not proofread!

Jinx was transfixed with you from the first time she met you.

She met you during one of her raids in the undercity, and you, coincidentally, were one of the people who were near when she attacked. The enforcers, as usual, had entered the city's grounds and wrecked havoc. She, on the other hand, decided to bring her trusted granades and gun. Silco had explicitly ordered her to stay away, but she's Jinx: she does what she want and today, all she wanted was to have a little fun and distract the voices from her head.

You were one of the people running away from the enforcers. Blood caked in the small layer of fur you had, eyes as tight as slits and panic on your features. And when she drove them away, too scared to face Silco after her last little stunt, you looked at her with pure adoration.

And Jinx? She just has to admit that she was smitten with you from the start. Not immediately, let's make that clear, but somehow you tugged at something inside of her and slowly reached out into her heart.

Jinx who was at first, despite her interests, a little freaked out from you. She doesn't want you to know that, but something about how you looked just made a little alarm bubble pop off above her head. Overtime though, she started to get used to you and with it, became more and more infatuated.

Jinx who, every day, runs her hands into your fur. She likes to warm her cold hands in it, consequentially making you freeze. She smiles devilishly when she does so, while you try to pry her away or run from her grasp, but alas, she's too strong. You're gonna warm her up for a while.

Jinx who is utterly amazed by your eyes, far more intense than any she's ever seen. She wouldn't admit it to you right away, but she gets cranky whenever trying to draw you because no matter what shades of colors she uses, she can never replicate your eye's colours quite right.

Jinx who plays with your ears. They're very sensitive so she is careful, but she likes to play with their tips, twirling and pinching them. She likes to run her fingers in the floof at the base. When you're stressed, she'll scratch the back of your ears, making you fall asleep above her.

Jinx who just loves to annoy you for your height. She didn't even thought that there could be people shorter than her; you know, besides Isha and the yordels.

Jinx who, despite all her good will, sometimes will be pretty oblivious to social standards. Cut her some slack! She has only ever had relationships with Silco and... Sevika, in years! So she'll blurt out stuff without really thinking too much about it. "Do you need to do drink some milk, kitty cat?" and she says that every time you're cranky. Oh she's so lucky you love her, or by now she'd be scratched all over.

Jinx who boops you! All. The. Time. Throughout the day, few are the moments she doesn't spend her time with her fingers on the tip of your nose. She has the habit of booping your nose with her thumb and then pressing a kiss on it. The second after doing so, she let's cute aggression get to her and she starts to bite your cheeks and squish them.

Jinx who is all happy and fidgety when you bring her your "preys". Those are, of course, just little things you found around the under city that made you think of her. Usually they are shards of the most beautiful blue glass, copper coloured gears or some new set of crayons you bought. On that note, maybe you were better off as a bird. She always gasps and marvels at each of your gifts, always shocked by how much you know her. "Kitty cat! These are amazing!" she rolls the blue and pink polished shards of glass in her hands, "I'm going to make a beautiful necklace out of this for you!".

Jinx who tries to not be mad when she finds your fur on her clothes. "Please" she begs you, "please, one pair of pants. Leave me one pair of pants!".

Jinx who falls asleep immediately ever since you've entered her life. Her nose is pressed on your torso, limbs tangled in you. The voices are gone, and you are so soft and warm, so nice and loving... And as she drifts to sleep, she knows her place is here with you.

[archangeldyke-all]

I loved Sevika x oblivious to her advances reader 🩶 Need to know their first time please //// They took over my mind your writings are so good!! ♡

yesssss i'm gonna combine this with another ask hehehe:

Sevika trying tribbing for the first time with her gf?

men and minors dni

sevika's in love with you. sevika's in love with you, and she's filled your apartment with romantic glittery decorations, and it smells like she's cooked you dinner, and she's got you pinned to the front door, her thigh between your leg as she sucks hickeys in your neck.

you think you might be dreaming.

"is this real?" you ask, drunk off the kisses sevika's been pressing against you and deliriously happy. sevika laughs against your neck, her teeth gliding over the tender skin of your pulse point. you shiver.

"want me to pinch you?"

"want you to fuck me." you say. you gasp at your own words, and sevika groans.

"fuck, seriously? now? are you sure?" she asks. you gulp.

"uh, we don't have to if you don--"

"fuck off!" sevika laughs. "don't even finish that sentence, do you want to?" she asks. you blink at her.

sevika's giddy-- excited and energized and licking her lips as her sparkling, lust filled eyes study your face. her hair's a little out of place, her gaze is lidded, and she's grinning at you with wet, puffy lips, a little swollen from your makeout session.

your cunt pulses.

"yes." you whimper, nodding up at her. sevika grins.

she's rough with you as she manhandles you toward your bedroom, teasing and groping and pinching you all over then laughing when your feet trip over another, but the second she's got you on your bed, she slows down.

she's sickeningly sweet as she slowly, slowly strips you and her of all your clothes. when she gets you naked and your hands come up to try to hide yourself, she scoffs and takes your hands in hers, before gawking down at your body.

she doesn't take her mouth off of you. every article of clothing that comes off is followed by a million kisses on all the new skin she's revealed.

you tug her up for kisses several times, and she complies each time, grinning at you and muttering about how cute you are.

she's sweet and full of giggles and you're so turned on you think you might slide off the bed, but when you're finally both naked, sevika freezes.

"sev?" you ask. she gulps, looking down at you.

"i don't have my strap." she says. you snort.

"yeah, i can see that."

"but i really wanna..." she trails off, her eyes trailing down your body and getting stuck on your cunt.

you blink up at her. "you know that there are other ways to fuck without a strap on, right sevika?" you ask. she rolls her eyes.

"fucking obviously." she grunts, laughing. "i just-- i still wanna fuck you." she says. you blink.

"y-yeah... that's kinda where this is going..." you mutter, still confused. sevika snorts.

"no." she says, shaking her head before pinning your knees spread open on the bed and straddling your ass, her cunt hovering three inches, "i wanna fuck you." she says.

you blink up at her, your eyes going wide. "oh." you say. she nods. "i've only seen this in porn." you say. sevika groans.

"fuck-- really?"

"y-yeah, i thought scissoring was, like, a myth." you say, giggling. sevika snorts.

"'s not really scissoring in this position." she says. you bite your lip, slowly creeping your hands up her thighs until you're groping her ass. you don't tug her down just yet-- you just watch the way she shivers on top of you.

"so tell me what it is then?"

"'s called tribbing."

"and you've done it before."

"y-yeah."

you blink up at her, and you smile. she's looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes, and for a moment, all the love and excitement in your stomach fades and the familiar, years' long pull in you to tease your best friend takes over.

"you think you're any good at it?" you ask, blinking up at her. sevika gulps.

"i-i" her voice cracks and you laugh. sevika growls and sinks down to kiss you, nipping your lip. you giggle. "fuck off." she whines. when she pulls back up to talk, her cunt just barely bumps yours. you both gasp. "lemme show you how good i am." she whispers. you bite your lip.

"okay." you whisper. sevika nods down at you, gives you a quick peck, and then sinks her hips and stomach down on top of you. you groan. "oh, fuck." you cry. sevika grins, her mouth only two inches from yours. "fuck, what the fuck?" you ask, laughing up at her. she snorts.

"feels amazing, right?" she asks.

it feels spectacular. her warm, wet cunt grinding deliciously and slowly on top of yours. she's just started, she keeps adjusting her hips to try to find a good position, but it all feels so erotic and hot that you think when she finds her rhythm, you'll pass out.

"you're so fucking wet." you say, breathlessly.

"nah, that's all you." she says, smirking at you. you giggle.

"c-could be. you got no fucking idea what you do to me." you say. sevika's smile is all teeth now, her sharp canines making you a little dizzy.

"tell me." she demands. you lick your lips.

"i-i've had so m-many dreams like this." you admit. "you on top of me, naked and sweaty and-- oh fuck, there!" you gasp when sevika's cunt slots deliciously against yours. she seems to agree, shivering atop of you as your clits bump.

"i've been keepin' a list of porn links in my phone-- things i wanna do to you." she whispers. the confession makes you dizzy.

"oh fuck."

"this wasn't on it-- but it's gonna be now." she says. you laugh.

"'s so good." you say. "how've i never done this before?"

"you were waitin' for me to fuck you just right." she says. you giggle.

"i wanna be on top next time."

"good luck getting me beneath you."

sevika picks up her pace and you squeal. "o-oh shit!" you cry. she laughs.

"so, whaddya think?"

"wha?" you ask, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as your hands claw into her ass.

"am i any good?" she asks. you smile, little 'mm mm mm's escaping your lips with each of sevika's thrusts.

"you're fuckin' amazing, sev. can't believe you love me." you say.

sevika's air comes out of her in a woosh and when you open your eyes she's looking down at you with big giant hearts in her eyes.

"so much." she whimpers. you blink. "so much, i love you so much." she says, nodding. you grin.

"love you too-- sorry it took me so long to catch on to your scheme."

sevika giggles, her thrusts slowing as she presses a kiss to your cheek. "it wasn't a scheme it was multiple very obvious propositions."

"whatever-- 're you gonna make me cum or what?" you ask.

sevika growls and her chest drops down on top of yours, her teeth sinking into your throat as she picks up her pace, fucking you even harder than before.

you're close. sevika can tell from the way you're scratching your nails down her back.

she's grunting into your neck, you're gasping for breath, and your cunts are making the lewdest squishy kissing sounds between you. your thighs are soaked, and you can feel how swollen sevika's clit is against yours.

"please." sevika whimpers. you gasp. "please, please, love, please cum on me. wanna feel it-- wanted it forever, since i met you--"

you're cumming the second 'love' leaves her mouth. she notices-- grinning down at you.

"there you go baby, there you go love." she says, giggling at the way you shiver again when the petname leaves her mouth.

but when you whimper out an "i love you, sev" as you fall apart beneath her, she falls apart just as hard.

you cum again when you feel sevika squirting against your pussy with each thrust of her hips. her hips are bucking uncontrollably, and you press up against her, giving her more friction. tiny little spurts of cum soak you and your thighs and your lower stomach, and sevika's burying her face against your neck. you kiss her hair.

"f-fuck!" you moan.

"fuckkkk..." she agrees.

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[jnkangels]

Amour, larmes et pinceaux dans l'eau.

(Muse Sevika x artist reader)

summary: Sevika is and always will be your muse, the absolute owner of your mind, soul and heart. You are your favorite painter and she is the muse of all your works.

c.w: a nudism, fluff, modern au, soft drabble, men dni!

Author's note: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me.

You love her.

The woman who poses in front of your canvas is your muse. The absolute owner of your heart, her essence has permeated your being so much that it is as if she were a part of you.

Thanks to her, you recovered your estrus for art; Thanks to her you recovered something that gave meaning to your life, something that you thought you had lost.

But now... It was more than just a passion or a way to release compressed frustration through brushstrokes on a blank canvas. It is a way to express your love in a less ephemeral way than words that float in the form of memories, this is something more lasting.

When she poses for you, you don't think about anything else, just you and her. You only focus on how cute the locks look falling down her face or how cute her eyes are that you're practically immersed in.

And damn, you memorized every one of her scars that she was still ashamed of, every birthmark, every one of her angles; It is simply beautiful.

"Stop looking at me like that." The half-naked woman says and then faces you with a smile on her lips, you are so immersed in your own thoughts about her, that you don't even pay attention to what she says.

She clears her throat, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You see her looking directly at you which makes you a little nervous.

"What were you saying?" You say with a smile on your face, still a little oblivious to what was happening around you.

"I said stop looking at me like that." The woman steps down from her platform with a towel wrapped around her waist to approach where you're.

"How do you think I'm looking at you?" You ask curiously.

"As if... You will love me." These last words are a sweetened whisper that is capable of making you blush instantly.

"Don't you think I look at you that way because I really love you?" The words that came from your lips were enough to make the woman's cheeks turn a growing red.

"I know, I love you too."

You simply love her.

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[portraitsofguilt]

AHHHH can you do arcane milfs and reader with age gap? Like maybe something that explores how they feel about being older than reader. Thanks<3

✮ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 ; cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, enforcer grayson, renata glasc, sevika

content warning. afab! reader, sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, age gap, mention of suggestive themes(?), characters are worried, and the reader is a bit oblivious to it

moss' notes. this is such an amazing idea, moss wants to kiss the anonie on the lips (only if anonie lets moss ofc) another note, moss doesn't think they did justice so they might just come back to this later :)

— CASSANDRA...

it wasn't uncommon between her peers to fool around with a much younger partner, to crave the companion of a young person so they themselves can feel a little younger. she sees it as a normal thing in the world, back then in the older days there were teenagers marrying men in their fifties and up, nowadays that doesn't happen but it's somehow still there in a much healthier way.

it doesn't bother her but the ill talks about your relationship fuel her anger. those nights she has a hard time going to sleep, rambling about how it doesn't matter, that they are lies, and that the two of you will never end up like all her comrades do.

x "no matter the gossip, no matter the looks, i love you with all my heart my darling, nothing can change that."

�� AMBESSA...

at first, she wouldn't be too worried about the age gap between the two of you, giving no special thought to it because she had plenty of girls as young as her own daughter or even younger before. but when she thinks about having a family, a long life with you the fearless warlord can't help but be scared of what is to come. she had never really thought about her own mortality, she decided if death is to take her to battler then she will be pleased, but with you in the picture, she is not sure if she would like that either.

x "i live in great fear now with you by myself, but i don't dread it, i just hope it will ease. i love you, my dearest y/n."

— GRAYSON...

she can't, she faces so many dirty people on her job, people who take advantage of younger people and call them stupid just because of the age gap is just unacceptable in her opinion. she has a hard time accepting her feelings for you, struggling every step of the way and even now that you have been together for a while she still feels that she needs to apologize if she has ever made you feel like you were just a pretty young thing, a toy that she could use as she pleased. she begged for your forgiveness if she made you feel like that, crawling on her knees in front of you. it is a heartbreaking sight to see someone like her be in such a wrong space of mind.

x "i hope you know that i would never treat you differently just because you are younger, that i don't see you as something to play with, but i see you as my life... i'm sorry."

— RENATA GLASC...

renata might be even more worried about the years between the two of you than anyone else. she hates to think that you might feel that she is too old for you or you are too young for her, that because she is already successful in her line of work she will never appreciate the small things you achieve before the big ones roll in. she wants you to feel equal next to her, to not think that at any given time she is trying to use that horrible line that mothers use, the "i am older than you, i know better, i know what's right for you and me" - she might know more than you, but isn't to say that you are not smarter than her in other topics.

x "we are equal, regardless of our age or knowledge, i love you despite anything they say. i want you for who you are, not because of what you are, my sweetheart."

— SEVIKA...

sevika isn't immune to the worry that comes with the age gap between the two of you, but she takes it less seriously than the others. she has accepted the fact that she has little control over who she falls in love with, who makes her heart flutter and make her realize that she doesn't need to be a god for someone to love her, that she can be human and you would find her nothing but lovely. she thinks very little of how the years between the two of you would affect your relationship.

x "you and i are a team, nobody can take us on, they just have to deal with it."

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[novacqnes]

can’t take my eyes off of you // sevika

summary: imagine waking up to sevika…..everyday

warning: fluff; just reader mindlessly admiring sevika and some kissing

pairing: sevika x fem reader

a/n: not exactly a fully thought out fic but i needed something to take my mind off of school & i’ve been very soft for sevika lately so here we are again—

her body was soft against yours, muscles and rich velvety skin delicately melting into each part of you. sculpted arms pulled you towards her chest, allowing you the chance to hear the rhythmic palpitations of her heart. they were steady, distinct, and nearly hypnotic. you pressed yourself against the mass, listening for each light thump that reverberated against her chest. it mirrored that of a song or an infatuating melody that bonded you to her in every possible way.

that’s how it always began.

rays of mikado yellow greeted you every morning. sneaking its way into your room by casting a fierce light over your eyes. it eased you from slumber, yet not her. sevika didn’t stir, she lay motionless next to you. the mild indicator of her presence being the light breaths that left her lips and the inexplicable warmth that emitted from her body. it was rare, to see her be so vulnerable— yet completely oblivious to it.

sevika’s beauty transcended the bounds of time. it was unique in the way that you couldn’t look away, especially as the sun rose. the beaming spectra of light made her glow, plastering an almost honey-like glimmer to her brown skin. dark eyelashes with hints of silvery grey reflected against the light as they fluttered lightly. there wasn’t even the smallest indication of the stress of the responsibilities of her job. her bold features succumbed to the tranquility of sleep and in your view, she’d never looked more beautiful.

it took every last drop of strength residing in your body not to disturb her. you wanted so deeply just to touch her, to be able to be more intimate with her than you were now. slowly you turned to face her, desperate to savor even the smallest moments of waking up to sevika. the comforting presence of serenity and distinct familiar peace that it brought along was truly unbeatable. it felt too good to be true.

her eyes were pressed shut, every once in a while parting ever so slightly. soft lips hung open, mere inches apart dying to be kissed. before you truly realized it your hands were on the side of her face. delicately tracing the underside of the bed jaw. you were sure you’d made a grave mistake when she stirred lightly but quickly came to halt. nevertheless, you continued on your pursuit cupping your hand to the side of the bed face as you gazed back at her. entranced by a feeling that you were gladly accustomed to. the longer you watched sevika, the more prominent it became tugging at your heart from every angle until it was on the verge of collapse.

without thinking you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to sevika’s lips— that was quickly reciprocated. her hands found their way to the sides of your face, cupping them with the utmost fervor. your arms soon wrapped around her shoulders, giving in to every known and unknown desire that formed inside of you. in a matter of seconds it all spilled out as sevika moved against you running her tongue over yours. the sweet spice of tobacco lingered in your mouth while she pulled away, silver eyes glimmering sweetly amid the sun.

“good morning to you too.”

[luvst4rc0r3]

MASTERLIST

Also NO smut/NSFW

ARCANE

Jinx

Fluff

“Wait What?” Oblivious!Jinx x f!reader

Lovesick!Jinx x GN!Reader

Jinx helping their S/O w/ their periods - x f!reader

Angst

“I NEED shimmer” - x f!reader

“Slave” - x (Femcoded)reader

Poly!Timebomb

Fluff

“Fireworks” - x GN!Reader

Sevika

Fluff

“New years kiss” - x GN!Reader

REQUESTS CHARACTERS

shows I can write for

(I can write for children in whichever show it just has to be platonic, NO nsfw, I can write romantic stories for women just some men I’ll only write platonic)

Arcane

Hazbin

Bsd

Tlok

Atla

Sk8 the infinite

Black butler (I can kinda write for them)

Spy x Family

Saiki K

Shield hero (season 1,2)

I want sleep and food…Love yall<33

[abitohoney]

I Suck at Poetry

(A prequel to the prequel to Roses are Red)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5

AO3

This chapter is NSFW, MDNI Sevika x female reader 1k words (Sevika's POV)

Sevika sits in her booth at The Last Drop, working on repairs to her arm. Or at least that's what she's supposed to be doing. Yet she can't seem to stay focused. Her eyes keep drifting over to where you work behind the bar cleaning and prepping for tonight, oblivious to her eyes on you.

You caught her interest the moment she saw you on your first day. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your skin. Your body. Sevika liked it all. She wanted it all.

She wanted to know how you felt beneath her hands, pressed against her body. How you smelled when she ran her nose along your skin, in your hair. How you tasted on her lips, her tongue. How you sounded when her name spilled from your parted lips, begging for her touch. How you looked when she made you cum, completely ruined by her.

A thousand scenarios play in her mind. So many ways to have you. So many ways to make you hers. So many ways to tease and please you.

Sevika adjusts the spread of her thighs in her seat, the annoying ache between them threatening to break her will to wait things out. To observe you. Gather enough information before making a move.

"Hey ogre."

Sevika bristles, brows furrowing deep and pinching at the bridge of her nose.

Jinx.

The fucking bane of Sevika's existence. Always causing mayhem and leaving her with more work than if she'd just taken the tasks on herself. Slowly, she turns to regard the blue-haired menace from where she takes a seat in a chair across from her, propping her big ass goofy boots up on the table.

"Ya know, you'd probably have better success if you actually approached her. Or at least dropped some hints. Maybe gave her a little somethin'."

Sevika ignores Jinx, but kicks herself mentally for letting the brat catch her watching you.

"I honestly don't know whatcha see in her. I mean she's a cutie, but she's clearly not smart. I mean, she's into you so-"

"What?" Sevika cuts her off, unsure if she heard that last statement correctly.

"She's dumb for liking you."

"That's not-" Sevika grunts in frustration. She has no patience for Jinx and she knows Jinx is purposefully egging her on. "What do you mean she's into me?"

"Wow. You two really are perfect for each other. Both dumb as sump rats. No. Sump rats are definitely smarter," Jinx replies with an enthusiastic nod to herself.

Sevika's glare intensifies and the death grip on her precision screwdriver threatens to snap it in two. Jinx either doesn't notice or doesn't care as she blathers on.

"She's got damn hearts for eyes everytime she looks at you. And she looks at you like… a whole lot. It's pretty gross." Jinx sticks her tongue out as if she's tasted something unsavory.

Sevika's attention returns to her arm, hoping Jinx will get bored and just fucking leave. Seems her hopes are for naught.

"Girls like flowers. Poetry. You want to get her attention, give her some of her favorite flowers. And write her somethin' poetic."

"I have no fucking clue what flowers she likes," Sevika snaps, back to glaring at Jinx who just simply smiles back like a clueless child.

"Favorite color?"

"No. I don't know what her fav-" Sevika pauses, a memory manifesting in the forefront of her mind. Not more than a few days ago she had been waiting at the bar for you to fix her drink when she overheard you talking to another woman. Telling her how lovely you thought her jacket was. That it was your favorite color. It was some shade of… "Blue."

"Well there ya go. Get her some blue flowers. Make sure you mention in a note that you know that's her favorite color. She'll be all goo goo ga ga." Jinx pauses for a moment to pick at something in her teeth with the bright blue nail of her pinky finger. "Then give her a little poem on Valentine's day and next thing ya know she's having your babies."

Sevika's eye twitches at that last comment, and she debates whether or not it's worth her time to try to correct that idiotic statement. Wanting nothing more than to end this conversation, she opts to stick to the original subject.

"I don't do poetry."

Jinx laughs- more like cackles- a bit too loudly, and Sevika's gaze darts to the bar. Seems at some point you had left through the back. She's disappointed at the loss of such a great view, but she's also grateful you're not around to bear witness to this disaster.

"It's easy. Just make up a cute poem or somethin' like 'roses are red, violets are blue,' and then two more lines that end with a rhyme. Somethin' that lets her know what you think of her." Jinx reaches into her pouch, pulling out a collection of brightly colored chalk markers. "Here." She tosses them on the table and then rips a chunk of paperwork off a clipboard on the table. Paperwork that happened to be a shipping manifest Sevika was supposed to bring to the docks Topside later.

"Why are you trying to help me?" Sevika asks, eyeing Jinx suspiciously.

"Maybe you'll be less of an ogre if you get laid."

Sevika scoffs at that, but before she can retort, Jinx leaps to her feet and skips off, braids swinging wildly behind her.

Rolling her eyes, Sevika picks up a red pen, staring blankly at it for a moment before looking back to the empty bar.

Sighing in defeat, she uncaps the pen and slowly starts to write.

Next chapter >

[shortestcake]

CUTIE

(headcanons)

Pairings: Vi x reader, Sevika x reader, Caitlyn x Reader (separate)

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: pretty girl

Genre: fluff

reader is described to be short, femmine, cutsie and bubbly

• Vi, although I feel like doesn't have an exact type, definitely enjoys your dynamic.

• Cute little you, walking around the streets of Zaun with a 5'9 brute like her

• She doesn't care too much about her appearance, often completely prepared to go out in under 20 minutes

• You, on the other hand, need to be told a few hours before leaving, so, she ends up watching you with lovey-dovey eyes while you get ready

• Anyone who dares make a snarky remark on how you dress will certainly get their face bashed in

• She often steals clothes from Piltover for you, since she knows how much you struggle to find outfits you like in the Undercity

• Most people view your relationship as an opposites attract situations due not only to your appearance, but personalities

• Little do they know how soft Vi is behind closed doors

• How tightly she holds you each night, how sweetly she looks at you while you ramble about your day, how her mood visibly brightens when she sees you

• As much as she loves holding your waist or slinging an arm around your sholder while you walk, she can't seem to get over the feeling of your delicate hands holding her rough ones

• Vi isn't oblivious to the fact that most people will see you and assume you're weak

• Your cheery attitude and frilly outfits create a ridiculously high contrast to the dark world surrounding you

• Naturally, Vi becomes protective of you

• She glares at anyone who looks at you for over two seconds, prideful when they immediately move their gaze to something else

• Violet melts the first time you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss her

• Ever since, she often refuses to bend down to kiss you, preening in how cute you look when you get needy

• Either that or she'll pick you up, since she likes kissing you far more than teasing you

•Her favourite thing to do after a long day is come home to you, if you're cooking or washing the dishes, she'll walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist

• Eventually managing to coax you out of doing any more work, in favor of cuddling her

"C'mon, I know you'd rather snuggle up with me than this. I swear I'll wash them later, 'kay? Good, let's get to bed now sweet-thing."

• Similar to Vi, Sevika enjoys your dynamic.

• The scary lady of Zawn together with such a cute thing as yourself

• She likes how small you are compared to her, how she could just pick you up and not struggle in the slightest

• Speaking of, she adores, picking you up, your little suprised yelps never fail to make her grin

• Sevika isn't one to fret over her appearance, doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the effort you put into yours

• Probably complains about the ridiculous amount of time it takes for you to pick an outfit, but she's only half serious

• Your style isn't very common in the undercity, and it's one of the main things that attracted her to you

• From the second she saw you walking around The Last Drop, she knew she had to know you.

• And so, now you spend your time at the infamous bar on Sevika's lap rather than snooping around for god knows what reason

• Soon after you started dating, if she's gambling, you on her lap is a must

• Your personality is something quite refreshing for Sevika

• How excited you get over small things is a nice contrast to the gloomieness she's used to

• She often jokes about how bizarre it seems that you've made it so far in the undercity without any protection

• As light-hearted as these jokes are, Sevika isn't stupid

• She knows that a lot of people consider you an easy target

• So, regardless if you can defend yourself or not, she becomes extremely protective of you

• If you're out together, her touch is a permanent factor

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my pretty girl? No there's no reason behind it, just want to touch you."

• Caitlyn loves spoiling you

• She takes any chance she gets to buy you anything and everything you like

• The two of you will often probably help doll each other up for events

• Caitlyn is tall

• She's never really thought much about her height until she met you

• When you started holding onto her arm, your much smaller frame leaning into hers while you walk around, is when she really started appreciating your height difference

• Tends to carry things for you, not because she thinks you couldn't by yourself, she just like doing things for you

• Loves it when you cling onto her, you could be cuddling, walking, anything really

• Forehead kisses are her go-to when it comes to showing you affection

• She secretly puts things higher than you can reach on purpose, just so she can have the satisfaction of giving it to you

• Caitlyn is a pretty calm person, so your energy fits hers perfectly

• A large amount of your conversations includes you rambling excitedly while she simply listens

• You're usually on her lap while she's completing paper work, talking about your day

"Mhm, of course I'm still listening love. Just a few more papers and then we can cuddle, how's that sound?"

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It’s alright. I’m here

Alright, folks, this is the Protective!Silco piece I referenced when I was planning my next set of fics. There are some warnings and general info I need to cover about this fic, so please pay attention to the author's note and trigger warnings. As a general reminder, the Witchy!Reader x Silco fic will be up next.

Trigger warnings: Attempted SA by an unnamed character, canon-typical violence

Pairing: Silco x AFAB!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, attempted SA, this does end with comfort

Summary: You are having an incredibly mundane day, but things take a turn for the worst as a creep attempts to corner you. Thankfully, help is closer than it seems.

Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Author's note: I can't find the post to link, but a few weeks ago, I made a post about wanting to write a Protective!Silco one-shot based on a scary experience I had. This was the experience. I have been assaulted twice, and this piece directly pulls from a combination of those two experiences. I am in therapy and doing fine, but I needed to write it out. This was both extremely cathartic and very painful to write, and I almost didn't share it because it is difficult for me to re-read it. So, I couldn't edit the work as thoroughly as I normally do and it may not be my best work. Fair warning. However, I wanted to share it in the hopes that it can be helpful to another survivor. This should go without saying, but If you leave me a rude or hurtful comment, I will block you immediately.

It had been the most uneventful day. Silco was away on some kind of business, but all the mundane chores at The Last Drop still needed to be taken care of. Inventory needed to be ordered, supplies needed to be stocked, and someone eventually had to make the bar countertop slightly less sticky. Usually, that would be grunt work, but you took some pride in the place; way more pride than some random underling would. 

The relationship you had with Silco was almost an unspoken one. Of course, the two of you had discussed it at great length, but only two other people were privy to the finer details. Jinx, of course, and Sevika because the full extent of her protection had to cover you as well. To anyone else, you were simply the lady Silco trusted to care for the less shady side of the business in his absence. Anything more than that was pure speculation. Some simply thought you were a very devoted assistant, and some had theories so scandalous you and Sevika had to discuss them over drinks. 

The bar countertop was the first chore on your checklist today. The job wasn’t without satisfaction, and every inch of clean countertop only served to spur you on to the final goal. The cloudy haze of sticky syrups and exotic flavored liquors slowly lifted from the bar with each pass of a rag. Even though your fingers began to ache, the wood underneath started to shine, and a hum of contentedness passed your lips. One final pass with a different cloth dipped in a lemon-scented polish finished the job. 

You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t register a presence beside you until it spoke. 

“Not many people woulda helped with that. Thank you.” Chuck’s familiar voice rang out in the room, startling you out of your concentration. 

“Don’t mention it. I used to bartend, so it’s second nature to me. Besides, I’m not the one who has to be behind here all night.” You dismissed the thanks with a lighthearted wave. 

Chuck hummed in agreement. The job paid well, and tips were great, but the constant flow of rowdy customers always constantly demanding more would wear anyone down. 

You wiped your hands on the cloth tucked into your skirt's waistband and bent down to stow some of the cleaning products back under the bar. When you finally stood back up, Chuck was toying nervously with his hands and staring at you obliviously. The second your gaze met his, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, and he immediately glanced away. “You know, you’re always welcome to work behind the bar with me.” 

You laughed to yourself. Chuck was adorable, but he was one of the more clueless men that you worked with. Besides, he was far from your type. “I’d love to, but that's not what Silco pays me for.”

The syrup bottles still needed to be cleaned, so you continued wiping down the ones you could reach. Chuck picked up his own rag and began to clean a few glasses. You worked quickly and silently. After all, you had a schedule to keep. The silence between the two of you was comfortable, and the time flew by. Eventually, it was time for you to head out and run a few errands. 

You packed up your things and finally broke the silence. 

“Hey, I’m on my way out to run some errands and pick up another thing of bitters. We used way more last night than usual.”  

There was no response. You turned back around to find Chuck lost in deep thought and polishing the glass like he was in a trance. Clearly, he didn’t hear you. You waved to grab his attention as you walked out from behind the bar, and it was his turn to jump slightly. 

Chuck leaned back against the bar and tilted his head as if he was considering something. Then, finally, he found the right phrasing. “If you don’t mind me asking….. What does Silco pay you for?” 

With the most deadpan expression you could muster, you turned to look directly at him as you headed for the door. “I bury the bodies.” 

Chuck’s face instantly paled, and he dropped the glass he was cleaning. You turned around and walked quickly through the door before you lost your composure.

As soon as you shut the door behind you, you instantly doubled over in a fit of laughter. After a few minutes passed, you glanced at your watch as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Shit. I’m off schedule. I only have an hour before the shop closes. 

Would Silco care? No, of course not….. but you would. The world would keep turning, but he worked so hard, and running these mundane errands was the absolute least you could do to help ease his load. Besides, you were only headed to one store to pick up a few extra bottles of cocktail syrup and bitters. 

You rolled your eyes. The homemade syrup was infinitely better, but customers at the bar dropped a pretty penny for the stuff imported from topside, so it found its way into a wide variety of drinks. People paid to feel fancy. 

On the bright side, the shop wasn’t even that far away from The Last Drop, and the walk was rather pleasant. Of course, the undercity had its problems, but it was the only home you’d ever known, and you truly loved it. You waved to some people you recognized on the street, and before you knew it, you had arrived. 

The door to the shop jingled as you pushed it open and an unfamiliar man behind the register waved at you. 

Oh, It looks like they hired someone new. 

It was really not a problem. They should have the usual order stocked and ready to go behind the counter, and all you had to do was grab a few extra things and pay for the additional items. The bell jingled again behind you, and you barely even registered it as you walked around an aisle. You wandered a bit, taking time to look at the new stock and think of new drinks to try. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man following you through the maze of shelves. He was tall and skinny, and he seemed to be watching you. As soon as you glanced in his direction, he hurriedly turned down a different aisle. 

Weird. Maybe it was someone who was too shy to say hello earlier. 

You didn’t start worrying until he returned. The people of the Lanes were your family, but some of them were undeniably dangerous. Part of growing up on the streets was learning when you were being followed or watched, and the man was undoubtedly doing both. 

The seconds seemed to stretch on for hours and the hair on the back of your neck prickled. Someone following you down one aisle was nothing unusual, two was a coincidence, and three was unnerving. Your heart started to beat a little faster, but thankfully you reached the aisle with the bitters. You grabbed a few bottles and ducked back around the corner. The man seemed to vanish into thin air, and you let out a low sigh of relief. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath. 

He’d have to be stupid to try something in front of the worker. 

Suddenly, you felt someone brush past you. You flinched at the unexpected contact and sharply twisted around to see what happened. The creep who had been following you around the store was leering down at you. He was towering over you and so close you could feel his disgusting breath hit your face. The man was messy and disheveled, but that wasn’t what frightened you. No, the scariest thing was his aggressive body language and the rapacious glint in his otherwise cold eyes.

His piercing eyes trailed over your body as he sneered down at you. His gaze was possessive and dark in a way that terrified you. You felt frozen in place, suddenly too afraid to move. The man grinned lasciviously as his predatory gaze raked over the swell of your hips and breasts. Your breath caught in your throat. You were too scared to breathe. Scattered thoughts flew around your head, and time screeched to a halt.

Leave me alone. 

Why can’t I move? 

I want to get away. 

Help me. 

Time started flowing again, but everything seemed to happen in slow motion. You could only watch in terror as the man reached out to grab your forearm. You desperately turned to the register, hoping to grab the attention of the worker behind it. But, to your horror, he was already looking at you, watching the scene unfold and nervously toying with his hands. His face had an apologetic, anxious look that screamed, “What do you expect me to do?” 

You fucking coward.

The worst possible thoughts flew through your mind. 

He’s going to grab me. Right here in the middle of the store. 

As you flinched away from the man, your feet moved on their own, and you hurriedly looked for a way out. He was backing you into a corner of the store; there was no way to escape. The man directly blocked your path to the door, and you had no hope of overpowering him in your frazzled state. There wasn’t enough time to think, but you couldn’t just act blindly. You looked up at him desperately, prepared to bargain or plead if you had to. Honor was far less important than survival. 

His smile was nothing more than sharp, bared teeth as he stalked toward you. However, the last thing you expected to see when you looked back at his face was a fist colliding with his head. 

But…. there was nobody else in the store.

Your brain hadn’t even registered the jingle of the shop’s door opening again, but there was undoubtedly another person standing directly behind the creep. He stumbled at the sudden blow, but before he could recover, a glint of silvery steel flashed through the air as a knife materialized against the side of his throat. 

Your tunnel vision dropped just enough for you to see light reflect off the gold filigree on the sleeves of the man holding the knife. There was only one person it could be. You scarcely believed your luck as you raised your gaze once again and sucked in a shaky breath. 

Silco stood behind the man and held the pervert in a vice-like grip. One of his slender arms was snaked around the creep’s chest from behind, his hand hooked into his shirt collar and pulling it so hard his knuckles were white. His other arm crossed over the front of the man’s chest, wielding the knife. 

There was no doubt that the kingpin of Zaun had the man pinned against him, stuck completely in place. Almost as an afterthought, a single, thin line of scarlet trailed across the man’s throat in the wake of the knife. The knife was so sharp you could barely see the cut itself, but you could certainly see the thin trickle of blood. Silco’s aquiline nose was almost pressed into the man’s temple as he snarled into his ear, his ruined eye glowing with hatred. “Now…. just what did you think you were doing?” 

Silco was normally an imposing man, it came with the territory of being a kingpin, but you had only heard stories of how terrifying he could be. It was never something you had witnessed in person. His temper was legendary, and few people survived seeing him in his worst moods…. and many times, the ones that did probably wish they didn’t. Now, you very much understood why. 

The man had the good instinct to begin shaking in fear. He couldn’t see who had him, but he didn’t need to. He knew that he was completely and utterly fucked. Silco’s signature deep, drawling voice was as unmistakable as his scarred face and wickedly cruel eye. 

It was almost poetic how the situation had turned around. You had felt absolutely powerless in the situation that perverted bastard had forced upon you. Now, he was the prey, and he was in the claws of a predator more dangerous than he could ever dream of becoming. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no words ever came out.

“Come now. There’s no need to be shy about it. I saw more than enough.”  Silco pressed the knife in harder, and he yelped in pain. The trickle of blood turned into a steady but small stream.

“I…. I t..tried to grab her.”  

“So, he can speak.” Silco’s tone was mocking, but it was as cold and sharp as his blade. 

A tear rolled down the man’s cheek, “Please, please, sir. Let me go. I’d- I’d never have tried- I’d never have touched her if I knew she was yours.” 

“That’s the problem.”

Silco shifted the knife, so the tip rested against the man’s chin and used it to tilt his head to look directly at you. “It doesn’t matter whose she is. She did not want you to touch her, and yet…..” 

His pause was pointed enough for the man to realize his arm was still outstretched in your direction. He tried to lower it slowly, but a low, displeased hiss from Silco immediately stopped his movement. 

“Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what you’re going to do.” 

The man was still shaking pathetically, “Anything, sir, anything. I swear it’ll never happen again.” 

The corner of Silco’s scarred lip twitched like he was about to laugh. A damned bloodthirsty grin flashed across his face, and he practically snarled, “Oh, I know for a fact that you won’t. Sevika.” 

She materialized at his side and looked directly at you. Her eyes flashed with worry as she registered the tears in your eyes and how panicked you looked huddled in the corner. The man let out another pathetic sob, and you saw her eyes frost over and turn cold and hard. Every ounce of Sevika’s concern for you turned into a frigid, biting rage directed at the man beside her. 

She took one look at the man’s outstretched arm and turned back to her boss with a savage smile of her own. Sevika grabbed the man’s wrist and upper arm. In a tandem motion, Silco kicked the man to the ground. The creep barely had time to shout in surprise as Sevika brought her knee up to connect with the middle of his outstretched arm. 

The sickening crunch of bone and an agonized shriek filled the air. You had closed your eyes instinctively, and from the sound of the man’s screaming, it was a good choice. A second later, you heard the sound of his body hitting the floor. 

Silco calmly spoke over the man’s wailing, “No one is going to help you fix that, or they will find out just how creative I can be. You will live with the pain you earned. You should also be very thankful that I don’t have more time to spend with you.”

He snapped his fingers, and the sound of wailing faded into the distance as the man’s body was drug out the door. In the distance, you heard the worker pleading with Sevika, but his words fell on deaf ears. She took poorly to men who abused women, and those who enabled it were no different. 

A familiar set of slow, measured footsteps approached you, but you couldn’t open your eyes. You were afraid that you’d open them and Silco wouldn’t be there. Somehow, you feared that the rescue was a hallucination. Once you opened your eyes, the pervert would still be there… and you’d be all alone. Another tear slowly trailed down your cheek, but a slender hand tenderly wiped it away. 

Instantly, you knew it hadn’t been some fucked up dream, and your eyes flew open. He was there. 

Wordlessly, Silco pulled you into his arms as you sobbed. The ferocious kingpin had melted away, leaving the man who loved you more than life itself. You crumpled in his arms, but he gently caught you and lowered you to the ground. Once again, he pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around him. 

You sobbed into his chest, listening to his heart's strong, steady beating. His signature scent enveloped you. Cigar smoke and the deep leather and wood of his cologne soothed you. Silco’s long, slender fingers stroked your hair as he murmured comforting words into your ear. 

“Shhh… I’ve got you. It’s alright. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. That sick bastard can’t hurt you anymore. Nobody will ever hurt you again.” 

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could you please make smt for sevika and a fem! reader where they play a cards game together and the reader miraculously wins?

A Royal Flush

Sevika x Fem!Reader | Fluff | Teasing | lil steamy with praise but overall sfw

It was a quiet evening in Zaun, well, a quiet as Zaun could get. Sevika had recently finished her work with Silco and was now making her way to her lover's shared estate after not having seen her in a while. Sevika pushed open her girlfriends door and disposed of her cape and shoes by the entrance as Y/n came to greet her with a kiss on the cheek and welcoming words. "Perfect, you're home early! and just in time to participate in what I have planned for us." Sevika's lover inquired , happy to see her back so early. "Yeah? and what's that?" Sevika asked as she rolled her shoulders and sat on the couch where Y/n had one of her sets of cards laying. "Cards!" Y/n spoke and gestured to the set as Sevika chuckled, "Baby, I don't think you'll win." She joked, "Yes, well, as confident as you are, I've been practicing since last we played." Y/n huffed proudly and joined Sevika on the couch as she evenly distributed the cards between the couple. Sevika finally sighed and nodded, "You're on."

Turns out you had been practicing as you've said, you seemed to have been giving Sevika a run for her money up until the middle of the game where she had gained the upper hand. "I'm telling you baby, you're not winning this." Sevika chuckled oblivious to what tricks you were planning to make her falter . Y/n smiled and leaned back against the cushion with her legs on the coffee table in front of them, "No need to worry Sev, I know how good you are." Sevika's breath caught in her throat as Y/n continued, "If there is one thing I've learned from our time together, it's how.. very good you are, darling." Y/n spoke in a suggestive tone and watched as Sevika shivered before clearing her throat and looking down to her cards.

As the game progressed Sevika noticed your calculated features turn into that of a sly smirk. She knew she had lost. Sevika placed her last cards down on the table and hoped for the best but alas, you finished her off with a flush and managed to kick her ass in the process. "Maybe you're not as good as I thought you to be, Sevvy" Sevika sighed and let out an annoyed groan, "Yeah right. You'll get your ass handed to you next time, babe." Y/n only chuckled as they both stood and collected the cards "I'm counting on it."