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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 2 months ago
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Poker Face
|| Sevika x genderless!reader
|| Warnings; reader gender up to you, drunk/gamble mentions, injured Sevika with blood/bruise/cut mentions, brief swearing, fight mentions, brief sex hints if you really read between the lines, death but no actual death mentions, hurt/fluff/comfort
|| Summary; when Sevika comes back from her fight with Vi, reader patches her up.
Requests closed!
Started; December 18th
Finished; December 18th
Anon Request; Sevika x reader and reader is taking care of her after the fight with vi or just a bunch of Fluff moments between them
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Normally, Sevika took a while to get home. That was common in her line of work. Silco usually had her days booked. Today was different. She was supposed to just be going down to gamble, maybe have a few drinks. She promised she would be home early. Spend the night with you. But there was no sign of her; you wondered if maybe she had gotten into another fight. Whatever it was, it was keeping her late hours. You were starting to worry.
Another hour went by before Sevika stumbled in. At first, you thought maybe she might have been drunk. Completely wasted. It was only when you walked closer to help her that you realized what was wrong. Blood dripped from the side of her head, her cheek was busted, lip and nose bloody, even a little cut above her eyebrow. You could only assume that she probably had some good bruises on her back and stomach too. She did get in a fight.
"Woah, fuck. What'd you get into?" You asked, helping her to the couch where she could sit down and relax. Eyeing her with worry, checking to make sure she didn't have any injuries that needed immediate attention.
"Ran into Vi," Sevika grumbled. Your eyes widened a bit at that. Vi? As in Vander's kid? You always assumed she kicked the can. Wasn't alive anymore like the rest of her family. Vi was someone that if you knew her, you knew she would be alive. Vi wasn't the type to keep a low profile.
"Vander's Vi?" You asked, double checking that she wasn't talking about someone else. You knew Vi. Of course, you'd been with Sevika for a while so you knew everyone she used to back in the day. Vander's crew. Heck, you'd even babysat for the man before.
"Yeah. Still hot headed as ever," Sevika scoffed. You sighed, wondering where she'd been all this time. How she was doing. Clearly, Vi was doing well if she could fight Sevika.
"She really got some good hits in on you," you murmured. Cupping her cheek. Fingers brushing against the mark there. Sevika leaned into your touch. Enjoying the warmth," do you remember where the first aid kit went?"
Sevika shrugged, you had half a mind to wonder if she did actually know and had just hidden it on you. So you couldn't patch her up. Your eyes narrowed, studying her but Sevika had a damn good poker face. Even you hadn't learnt to read her just yet," Sevika."
"Yup?" There. That response was all you needed, it was just something about how she said it that seemed to tip you off. Like she was fighting a smirk in her voice.
"Where is it?"
Sevika rolled her eyes, staying quiet for a moment longer before answering," under the bed."
You sighed and left her for a moment. Going to search for the first aid kit. Sure enough, it was stuffed under the bed. Right where Sevika had said it would be. You pulled it out, opening it to make sure you had the things that you needed. Then returned to your girl. Who was up and moving again. Setting the first aid kit down, your hands went to your hips. Watching her as she moved about the kitchen," Sevika."
She looked back at you with a smirk, you walked over and dragged her back to the couch. If Sevika really wanted to fight you she would have. But, truthfully? She kind of liked being pulled around like this. Well, only if it's by you of course. Nobody else would have even been allowed to touch her.
Once Sevika was finally down on the couch, you straddled her lap. Which caught her off guard at first and she raised a curious eyebrow at you," don't go getting ideas. It's just easier to reach your face like this," you muttered. Earning a laugh from Sevika when she saw your blush.
Your hands moved delicately. Cleaning the spots, getting the blood off her face, etc. Working carefully to make sure you got it all and that you didn't add to the injury. Sevika stayed quiet, letting you do your thing.
Soon enough, the last patch was placed on. Just above her eyebrow," do you have to put the patches on?" Sevika asked.
"They help. I don't want you getting dirt or something in there," you replied. Hands now trailing her back and front, studying her face for any sign of a wince. Sevika kept her usual expression but you had a gut feeling that at least something had to be there," take your shirt off for me."
Sevika smirked at that and pulled it off without much complaint. You studied her body. A place you'd seen a million times before. Turns out, you were right. She did have a bruise on her back. Pretty big one, too. You pressed it, trying to see how bad it was. Sometimes when it came to Sevika, an injury would look worse than it actually was, "does this hurt?"
"No," she replied. Honestly, you believed her. You got her ice anyway, though.
The rest of the time was spent cuddling. Enjoying dinner together, relaxing in the quiet night. Something that was much needed for Sevika after her fight with Vi.
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pymsanz · 3 months ago
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JINX & EKKO
Arcane Season 1 & 2 | JINX & EKKO
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mollysunder · 3 months ago
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What I liked best about Jinx and Sevika's first post-Silco talk was how well it implies why their grief is so pronounced. Every complaint the two lodged at Silco was an admission at how dependent Silco had become on them, how much he LET himself be dependent. Silco didn't NEED to let Jinx give him his eye medicine, he was perfectly capable of doing so in season one's first act. The same could be said about Sevika, because while it wasn't nearly as extreme as with Jinx, he didn't need to give her so much responsibility. Frankly it's dangerous for a kingpin to give their righthand so much power (it's supposed to be spread around), and everyone noticed, even idiots like Finn.
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That's why their loss is so pronounced, in all the years they dedicated to Silco, he gave up just as much of himself to them. Silco weakened himself and trusted Sevika and Jinx to make up for it. They filled eachother out, they needed eachother, and without him there's just a hole what they all used to give eachother.
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arcanegifs · 3 months ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn”
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hrtmal · 1 year ago
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Me practicing for Ellie, Abby, Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Mizu, and Valeria
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flame-of-a-candle · 3 months ago
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okay I have to write this down before I forget
let's do some math here
ARCANE AGES
What we know at the beginning of the series:
Jinx: Approximately 11 or 12 years old
Vi: Around 14-16 years old
Ekko: Stated to be around 12-13 years old
Cait: When she's introduced she's about 15/16
Mel: 26 during Act I
Jayce: Stated on the Wiki that he is 24
Vik: The in-between (25 lol)
Act II of Season 1: 7 years has gone by
Jinx: 11/12 plus 7, this makes her around 18/19
Vi: 14-16 plus 7, about 21-23
Ekko: 12/13 plus 7, he would be 19/20
Cait: 15/16 plus 7, she's 22/23 (I like the idea of Cait being older than Vi)
Mel: Would be 33 if I can do basic math
Jayce: 31 (more basic math)
Vik: 32 (these three are the easiest to math)
Their ages remain the same throughout Act III and Act I of Season 2. The time skip between Act I and Act II of Season 2 is months. So, if we were to assume people had birthdays, we would simply age them by 1.
Jinx: 19/20
Vi: 22-24
Ekko: 20/21
Cait: 23/24
Mel: 34
Jayce: 32 (more like 55 💀)
Vik: 33
Additional character ages (as of Act II Season 2, or at time of death)
Isha: We don't have an exact age, but judging by her appearance, we can assume she is between 8 and 11.
Sevika: Between 39-41 as of Season 2
Vander: Between 41 and 46, however I'm not entirely sure if Warwick ages the same
Silco: 43-46 at time of death
Sky: ~31 at time of death
Singed: Over the age of 70 according to the Wiki
Ambessa: 60ish years of age
Heimerdinger: As of Act II Season 2, he's roughly 315
Let me know if you want me to add more characters or somethin, I'm a junkie who loves research 😼
Feel free to ask about other fandoms too, any that I've reposted about, probably 😽
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cosqf · 27 days ago
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i wish they had interacted in season 2
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saiintofawe · 3 months ago
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god thank you arcane for giving us the butch dykes we need and deserve
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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago
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vi totally had a crush on sevika growing up i mean why else is she this hung up on her. i love u vi i get it. she's hot as hell.
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poisonousquinzel · 3 months ago
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they deserved better idc 😐
#it was so cool seeing the sign language and isha being mute was never something that needed fixing#she found a home and jinx found a reason to live#i know people are saying jinx survived because of the scene with Caitlyn but like...#why would jinx do that? she wanted to die this whole season she wanted to die at the beginning of the episode & that depression never faded#her escaping through the air vents implies a will to live#something jinx did not have#i thought it felt like the ending of ep 7 in the season one#trying to kill herself with ekko cause she didnt want to die alone. she had warwick when she pulled out & detonated one of her monkey bombs#like I'd love it if she was alive and left cause yea fuck Piltover get outta there honey!#and Isha's sacrifice meant nothing. she's just not mentioned at all we didnt even see Sevika's reaction to her death...#not dc#arcane#arcane spoilers#jinx arcane#isha arcane#tw suicide mention#the ending with Caitlyn felt like another moment of her and Vi having no idea the severity of Jinx's mental health issues#vi was upset she didnt wanna fight and go make change and shit and never mentioned the ''my sister wants to kill herself''#as if jinx wasn't in a depressive state every time we saw her in that cell.#and her removing herself from the equation so the others can be happy is ??????#so i guess she was a jinx to her family??? that she was the problem? its a frankly gross message to send with a suicidal character#that yes actually your loved ones will be better off without you in the picture you complicate things
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its-hitoshi · 7 days ago
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modern! sevika au [low income edition]
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Hi I’m also going to be using the last name ‘Jain’. It makes me think of that pretty girl at a summer program I went to that had that same last name and like Sevika, I can’t get her pretty eyes out of my head now. Setting is a general big city. Think of Los Angeles or New York or Toronto
ANYWAY FIRST GEN LOW INCOME SEVIKA REP LETS GOOO. I'm trauma dumping onto Sevika. No one can stop me.
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Sevika Jain, who grew up on food stamps, always looking forward to that one snack her parents would buy her at the end of their grocery hauls. Some days it was bubblegum and shrimp chips the next. Her favorite was always roasted peanuts though. But none of those ever compared to the snacks her mom would make after she helped carry inside bags of fresh vegetables and gallons of water [from the local water store of course]
Sevika, who’s never had the privilege of having her own bed. Or her own room for that matter. Her entire family – mom, dad – lived in a one bedroom apartment. Growing up, she’d snuggle between them during cold nights under that one thick, flower-patterned blanket.
Having fun was playing on the jungle gym or sports with other kids at a local park. Her baba always took her. It’s how she would spend her summers. She still had asthma though. The air quality wasn’t good.
Sevika, who grew up speaking fluent Hindi, only being able to understand her dad now when he speaks to her. All the words she used to know, she can’t say them anymore. She remembers how they felt on her tongue, how they sound. But when she tries, it all comes out wrong. She doesn’t speak Hindi anymore. [Perhaps in a few years, she’ll try to learn again. Duolingo. Mangolanguages. Maybe she’ll meet someone who’s also having difficulties with their own language. Maybe together, they can try.]
Sevika, whose parents loved her, but still felt the sting of their palms. Or sometimes it was a stick. They said they did it because they loved her. Look at all they haven’t made her do, like other kids. Back in their homes, in their childhoods, she would have been working so much. Doesn’t she see how much they’re doing for her? Why can’t she behave?
Sometimes, when her parents fought, she’d see a flash of silver as their voices rose and things got… violent. Sevika wonders if it was just her childish imagination that saw the window rattle or if they actually did it.
Her father sobbed the day her mother died, nonetheless. All the fighting and all that screaming. The doctors had said it was a stroke. Her mama had been complaining about fatigue. Her head was throbbing the morning she walked out the door to go work. Sevika had had school. Her dad also had work. Sevika didn’t know until her dad pulled her out of school one day, white knuckles clenched around the steering wheel as he says quietly that her mother is dead. They park outside of the hospital, and this is the first and last time she sees her father cry. He still had to go into work the next day.
Sevika, who’s older and seen more of the world now, remembering those who weren’t able to. She went to a Title 1 school. Underfunded, in an area that might have been described as ‘ghetto’ in the past – gentrified now, of course. She wouldn’t be able to afford to live there now. The low-income apartment towers she used to live in were remodeled into luxury apartments, marketed to savvy college graduates who wanted to live close to the heart of the city. She walks past the streets she used to call home and tries to recall where the memorial for her classmate had been. They left flowers and candles at the corner he died at. There it is.
And there, she recalls, another shooting happened. There wasn’t a memorial, but there was a death. School had just been dismissed. It was a drive-by. They weren’t a student, but she had been. Her school’s been shut down now. Low enrollment, low performance, and the like. It’s been merged with another school a few streets down.
She wasn’t the best at school, but she wasn’t the worst. She could do fractions in high school, which was better than some of her fellow students. What she did do, was get into a decent amount of fights. She was tall for a girl. Quiet. Also couldn’t stand it when some bastard was running his mouth with no bite to match up his bark.
She graduated, solid middle of her class. She stayed near the neighborhood as others left for better or for cheaper lives. It was already starting to get expensive.
More deaths started rolling in. A drug overdose here or there.
Girls her age becoming pregnant. Having kids. Sevika wondered if there was ever anything wrong with her. She never wanted a guy like they did. Maybe what they said during high school was right. Maybe she is a lesbian. [in time, she comes to understand that she is. Also, that her desire for people is a little different from others. It’s all okay.]
Sevika walking past a recreation center. They’d given her a scholarship one summer, when she wanted to take lessons. Her baba had told her no, but they said they’d take her anyway. Free. They’d give her a scholarship. Sevika, who usually always spoke in low tones, not just because it was comfortable, but because it would get people off her back, was allowed to sing.
Her baba had recorded it. It’s in a flash drive somewhere, but Sevika also had it uploaded to her computer. It captures the moment she ran down to her baba to give him a big hug. He’d said she was amazing.
Late at night, when she’s in her apartment far from the heart of her city, far from what was home, but still home, Sevika is cooking a curry. Her kitchen, though small, is filled with little plastic sachets of herbs and spices bought from her local grocer. She has a pestle and mortar to grind up her spices as coarsely or as fine as she’d like. The scent of home blooms in the air. She found a playlist of old songs someone compiled on Youtube. Her parents liked these songs. She hums the melody, mouthing some of the words as she cleans her chicken. Her baba is dead now. Been so for quite a few years. She’s grown. Her college degree is hung up on the wall, a nod to him and his dreams for her. She did it, even if it was a little late. Even if it wasn’t at some big, fancy college where she knew she’d be the odd one out. He’d have a conniption if he knew she lost her arm in an accident. She got a decent settlement from her workplace at least. Kept her from being off the streets.
 If she ever bumps into them, she’ll buy her classmates and their kids something from the food stall at the corner of the street – churros, freshly made by a nice woman who she can’t really communicate with, but food is food, and money is money. Their kids aren’t kids anymore. Teenagers, plucky and ready to take on the world.
She doesn’t need to be on food stamps anymore. She might not be rich, but she’s stable. This curry will last her for a few days. Silco might work her to the bone in his NGO, but she has her sick days. And vacation days that he not-so-subtly asks her to take with his Do I work you hard enough to not visit Vander’s bar? He’s been complaining about me barring his best customer.
Vander and Silco have two girls between the two of them: Powder and Violet. Violet has her mother’s face. Powder reminds Sevika of how Felicia was like when they were all kids together – when they first met. And somehow, Vander finds enough time to volunteer with two more boys. Mylo and Claggor. Sevika’s met them all at this point.
She takes them to the park when Vander and Silco need a break. She watches them play in the apparatus and muses at how… green the playgrounds are nowadays. No more blacktop. Grass and trees and flowers. There’s even music playing from a radio somewhere. Whoever that person is, they have good taste.
So do the kids, apparently, when they eat up the curry she brought them for lunch. She smirks as she knows for certain that she’s given Vander a run for his money now.
(Vander’s also doing the dishes for her in that nice dishwasher he has in his bar)
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purpleshimmer · 4 months ago
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sevika’s arm holding powder while smeech’s claw is posed to attack her….vander’s hand on vi’s shoulder in the background….sevika and jinx friendship in season two real
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pymsanz · 3 months ago
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CAITLYN VS AMBESSA's Fight Scene
Arcane Season 2 |Act3|
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mashmoshmoosh · 4 months ago
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I'm so excited to get this scene in full not only because I know this fight is gonna go crazy but I can finally get some caitvika moments GRHRHAHAHH FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT KISS FIGHT FIGHT FUCK I MEAN FIGHT
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arcanegifs · 2 months ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x01 - “Heavy is the Crown”
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gebo4482 · 3 months ago
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Arcane Season 2 Fight Scene #3
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