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Synopsis : You and Sevika just got divorced. Not even two months ago. After years together-years of fighting, loving, raising a kid, sharing everything, you called it. The marriage couldn't hold up. But that doesn't mean the feelings just vanished. Now you're trying to co-parent your daughter without tearing each other apart. It's awkward. It's tense. You text more than you talk.
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Caphter i - never thought I would be without you
Caphter ii - with pretty flowers, can come the bee sting
Caphter iii - just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep
Caphter iv - My love's deep as the ocean, don't you drown on me
Caphter v - do not be afraid to get pricked by the thorn
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synopsis: when the vacant house next to sevika’s finally got new tenants she didn’t think much of it. as long as her new neighbors didn’t cause any trouble, all was well. that is until she found out the neighbor had a young daughter.
word count: 9k words:
tags: age difference, alternate universe, mechanic!sevika, brat!reader, enemies to lovers, oral sex, dom!sevika, sub!reader, pet names, scissoring, fingering, hate sex, vaginal fingering.
note: for clarification, reader is 20 years old while sevika is her canon age in this (38-40)
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sevika wasn’t the buddy-buddy type when it came to her neighbors.
as someone who mostly kept to herself, she preferred to be left to her own devices, granted she wasn’t necessarily unapproachable. if you’d knock on her door to borrow some tools, she’d likely lend you hers. have some problems with your plumbing? on a good day, she’d offer to fix it herself.
she’d even attend the annual neighborhood barbecue sometimes, but she wasn’t the type to knock on doors and welcome the new people who had just moved in with freshly baked cookies. that’s something she left vander to do.
so when the vacant house adjacent to hers finally got some new occupants after the previous tenant moved out 3 months ago (a friendly old woman named babette who she would never admit to missing, she and her homemade lasagna she’d offer sevika for dinner) she didn’t think much of it.
but she was curious, so she peeked through her blinds to get a good look at the new tenants, trying to assess what she had to deal with.
when she looked, she was simply greeted by a man who looked to be in his 50s hauling out boxes - slouched posture, flannel button-up, and leather boots. he had the tiredness in his eyes that indicated he was just an everyday samaritan. she was happy about that because she liked her peace.
but before she was about to close her blinds again, a new figure caught her eye. this one younger, miles younger, who sported beaten up doc martens, ripped black shorts that ridden up too high around the rear area that sevika was quick to avert her gaze when she stared too long, and a loose fitted top that was sliced around one shoulder, leaving it exposed.
with painted black nails and eyelids adorned with dark eye shadow, sevika watched as you got out of the front seat of the moving truck and inspected the house in front of you with an intense gaze. before a small smirk made its way to your face, the kind she knew only meant trouble.
“looks great, dad!”
sevika couldn’t believe this.
𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚
it’s not that sevika wasn’t fond of people younger than her.
she was just too old to handle any of their shit. not that being forty-one was geriatric by any means, but she liked her peace, and she couldn’t necessarily have that if she had someone twice younger than her living just down the block. the possibility of house parties being thrown already sending shivers down her spine.
she already had vander’s daughters out of her hair, and even then she heard from him they’re coming back home for their semester break this week so that’s another problem to deal with. you couldn’t be too far from their age range either, probably closer to vander’s eldest, violet. which relieved her in a way.
she hasn’t even spoken to you yet but she dreads the day she’ll ever need to. but it seems as though your father heard her prayers because it didn’t take long after the moving truck drove off when a sudden knock came from her front door, making her raise her eyebrow.
she opened it and just her luck she was greeted by your father, a soft smile on his face as he gave her a gentle wave “hi there, me and my daughter just moved in and I wanted to formally introduce myself.”
sevika gave him a curt nod “I noticed. welcome to the neighborhood.”
again, she wasn’t the type to knock on people’s doors and give them a formal introduction to the whole damn block. the only way she ever got to know people was when word got around about her being the town’s mechanic. she was mostly acquainted with the fathers and uncles, meanwhile the women her age she preferred to sleep with. occasional flings here and there, nothing serious.
the only people she’d consider her friends were vander and silco, and perhaps some of her co-workers back at the mechanic’s shop but they lived elsewhere.
it was hard for her to truly get along with someone, albeit she isn’t opposed to making friends, it’s just something that takes time. she’s a tough cookie.
your father, on the other hand, seemed civil enough. sevika didn’t even notice the container he carried with him until he lifted it “well, my daughter baked some brownies and I thought maybe I’d give you some. wouldn’t hurt to befriend a few folks on the first day, and well, you do live next door.”
she eyed the container while she debated whether to return the gesture or not, and as she thought long and hard about it, she didn’t want to appear like an asshole.
“care for a cup of coffee, then?”
and that’s how she found herself sitting across from your father at her kitchen table, with him sipping his coffee while she chugged her third can of beer of the day.
despite herself, your father was pretty pleasant. thirty minutes of mundane chatting and she’s already gotten to know quite a bit about him - widowed and left to take care of his only daughter, your mother dying while you were only eleven years old. breast cancer. she offered a bit of sympathy which he appreciated.
“never got remarried?” she couldn’t help but ask.
your father laughed softly, shaking his head “no, can’t. when she died a part of me died with her, and I don’t think anybody can truly fill that void. plus I don’t think my daughter would be on board. not that she wouldn’t let me, she never cared but I know she still thinks about her mom a lot.”
sevika let out a hum “I get it. my mom died when I was young too. it never got easier.”
“it doesn’t.” he replied “she’s twenty now. a sophomore in college but sometimes I do feel like she’s clinging onto that part of herself when her mom was still alive. she became a bit rebellious after that. threw herself to drinking at sixteen, I tried to stop her which worked when she finally became eighteen, but her habits still kick in.”
sevika would be lying if she said she didn’t feel bad for the old man. she didn’t have any kids and quite frankly, has no intention of having any in the near future, but she can only imagine how difficult it’d be to see your child spiral like that and have it be out of your control.
“she’s doing a lot better now?” she asked.
your father nodded, although it seemed a bit uncertain “I think so. she’s on her mid-semester break and will be back by the end of the month.”
sevika sighed internally at that, at least she won’t have to worry about you potentially becoming a problem for too long.
her and your dad conversed a bit more after that - about how he decided to move here because he a got new job in town, and how your college was located two hours away, making him think that your visits would be limited given how you don’t like traveling for long hours (again, another win for her) he also asked her about her prosthetic arm ‘bad car crash. got stuck and had to get it amputated’ she explained and he gave a sympathetic look in return.
soon, she led him up to her front door. it was nearing the evening anyway, but she surprisingly appreciated the company.
“sorry if I took up much of your time, sevika.” your father apologized and she smiled. a genuine one.
“it’s no bother. if you ever need help don’t be afraid to ask.” sevika said and she meant it.
your father offered a grateful nod, walking down her driveway and next door to his house. when sevika looked, there you were waiting for him.
you decided to change into something more comfortable since you arrived. a tight-fitted black tank top with thin straps and grey cotton shorts that exposed your legs to the cold air. you didn’t seem to be wearing a bra either and given the weather, she could notice your nipples poking through the fabric even from where she stood.
sevika shook her head. goddammit . she just made friends with your old man and here she was ogling at his daughter. she wasn’t even supposed to like you.
as your father walked up to your front door he sent her one last wave goodbye, which made you finally look at her.
for that brief moment, your eyes locked. she couldn’t decipher that look on your face when you studied her, arms crossed as you cocked your head to side while your father spoke “she’s our next door neighbor, sweetheart. sevika, meet my daughter!” she only smiled awkwardly while you continued staring at her.
suddenly, that same smirk made its way to your face again, opening your mouth to respond “hi sevika,” you said, your voice sultry and sickeningly sweet. sevika hated that it did something to her.
you didn’t give her time to acknowledge your greeting before you turned on your heel and went back inside, and she didn’t even realize her chest tightened the entire time you two made eye contact until you were finally out of sight, making her breathe normally again.
contents: fluff, pre-relationship, she’s direct, he likes it, shiu is mid 30’s and reader is early-mid 20’s, they’re pretty well acquainted at work, reader decides to risk it and text him. texts are days/weeks from each other.
- ❝ since i literally killed y'all on the that, here i am, making up to y'all :3 ❞
She hates when someone tries to touch your belly.
Sevika barely tolerates strangers on a good day, but now? The first time someone reaches out without asking, you get very uncomfortable, and your wife notices that, of course she does. They nearly get their wrist broken. "You think just ‘cause she’s pregnant, you get to touch her? Fuck off." From then on, she keeps a protective arm around you and in your belly in public, making it very clear that no one is getting too close.
You both name the baby "Isha."
It’s one of the few times Sevika doesn’t argue with you about a decision. When you suggest the name, she just stares at you for a moment before nodding, holding her tears. "Yeah… that fits." Later, you catch her crying when she thinks you’re already asleep.
She becomes your personal bodyguard.
Sevika has always been protective, especially now, No one dares to even look at you the wrong way. Whether you’re walking through Zaun or just sitting in a bar, she makes it very clear that you’re under her protection. If anyone so much as bumps into you, they get the death glare—and if they don’t back off fast enough, they might end up with bruises. (or dead if she is in a bad mood)
Talks to the baby when you're asleep.
She won’t admit it, but she’s already completely in love with Isha before she’s even born. Late at night, when she thinks you’re sleeping, she rests her hand on your belly and murmurs to her. "You're gonna have the toughest mom, y'know? …Both of ‘em." If you tease her about it, she grumbles and denies it, saying that the "hormones" its messing with your head, but you’ve heard her.
She panics the first time you get morning sickness.
Sevika is used to handling injuries, but seeing you sick? That’s something else entirely. She stands there looking furious and helpless, hands clenched into fists. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Kill the sickness?" Eventually, she figures out ways to help—holding your hair back, rubbing your back, bringing you water—but she still curses under her breath every time. (and maybe you even see her shaking a little while she helps you)
Refuses to let you lift a thing.
Doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as a book—she’s already taking it from you. "Sit down. I got it." If you try to argue, she just raises an eyebrow and waits for you to give up. At this point, she carries everything, from your groceries to your shoes if you so much as look tired.
She insists on making the baby’s room perfect.
You catch her late at night, smoothing a hand over the blankets, adjusting a tiny stuffed toy, the same one she used to love when she was a little kid, making sure everything is just right. she wants this space to be perfect because this is where her kid is going to sleep, safe and sound.
Loses her mind when you go into labor.
She tries to stay calm, really, she does. But the second she hears you groan in pain, cursing even the air, all that composure is gone. She’s barking orders at everyone, pacing, and looking ready to fight time itself if it means getting you through it faster. "What do you mean it takes hours?! The kid’s gotta be ready by now!"
The moment she holds Isha for the first time, she’s done for.
Very Big, calloused hands cradle a tiny, fragile body, and for the first time, Sevika looks completely, utterly undone. She stares down at her daughter like she’s just seen the entire world change. When Isha grabs her finger with the tiniest hand, Sevika actually chokes up, but if you mention it later, she’ll deny it to her grave.
You wake up one night and see her asleep with Isha on her chest.
One of her large hands is curled protectively around Isha’s back. you just watch, memorizing the moment, because it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen in your whole life.
She struggles with feeling worthy.
Some nights, when she thinks you’re asleep, she sits on the edge of the bed and stares at Isha in her crib. The weight of her past lingers in her eyes—like she’s wondering if she deserves this happiness. But then you reach for her, comforting her, kissing her neck while whispering sweet words in her ears, she exhales, letting herself believe (for a few hours) that maybe she does.
Isha’s first word is "fuck."
You wish you could say you were surprised, but with Sevika as a mother, it was only a matter of time. It happens so casually—she drops something, mutters “Fuck,” and Isha, sitting in her little chair, immediately parrots it back in a tiny, triumphant voice.
Sevika freezes. You stare at her. She stares at you. Then, after a long pause, she sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. “Honey… isn't my fault, okay? She's the one who...repeat it-"
Sevika rescues a pregnant stray from the streets of the Undercity as her good deed for the decade, but plans go awry when she starts to enjoy the companionship, and her entire lone-wolf worldview comes crashing down.
The kicker? Her stray is very much human, and the circumstances of your condition create a whole new set of challenges—challenges best solved with good, old-fashioned murder.
SERIES TAGS: pregnancy fic, mentions of past rape, eventual romance, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence, PTSD, blood and gore
PART 1: NOODLE SOUP
PART 2: FRIED APPLES & SWEETBREAD
PART 3: MILK AND COOKIES
EPILOGUE: BABY FOOD
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