You watch Sevika stare at herself in the mirror. She's unaware that you've woken up, too trapped in her own mind to notice that your breathing's changed. You watch her as she sighs, slumping her shoulders, pinching at her belly. She flexes in the mirror and groans when she sees she's lost some definition. She's well into her 40s now. Her skins looser, her metabolisms slower. She hasn't needed to fight anyone in so long, that exertion no longer a daily occurrence.

She slaps her palm against the mirror and pinches the bridge of her nose with her prosthetic, grunting before turning around. "Oh. Morning baby." She says it plainly. You've noticed that her tummy spills out over her boxers, but it saddens you to know that she thinks that's a bad thing.

"I know what you're thinking. I know, I've really let myself go." She sighs out, tucking her tummy away. You gasp at the fact she'd be so mean to herself. The fact shes gained weight is a symbol of her survival, of the fact she's been allowed some peace in her life. She was so skinny when everyone around her was dropping like flies, when she was forced to fight people on the daily. Now she's eating good food, resting 8 hours every night, not in constant fear that Vi'll end up dead like everyone else she ever cared for. She has no more family to lose, and that's let her relax.

"What? It's true. Im fat now." She laughs, but you see the insecurity in her eyes. You don't think fat is a dirty word, neither does sevika, but the way her throat caught on the "a" let you know it was dirty when she saw it on herself. "Baby?" You're silent, trying to calculate what to say.

"I think its cute." Is all you can manage. She sits on the bed and strokes your hair. Her stomach folds up in rolls she's never been able to have before. You smile. She's healing. "Yeah?"

Sevika had been fucking you rough for about half an hour, spitting at you, slapping you, shoving her fingers down your throat. She'd been calling you filthy names, shouting, even roaring at you at one point (she got a bit carried away, it was hot in the moment). But suddenly she's not panting as loud. Suddenly she's slowing down her strokes in your pussy, removing her hand from your neck. Suddenly her eyes lose their fire, extinguished as water wells up in them. She weakly thrusts into you before pulling out and turning so you cant see her face.

You go up to touch her shoulder and she flinches. She's shaking a little so you grab up the blanket to toss round her shoulders. "Hey, hey come on, what's up baby?" You ask when she starts to fully cry into her trembling hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby I'm so sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and falling gently into your arms. You're confused. She's never gotten like this before, usually all business when she doms. "Honey, I... I don't understand. What happened?" You whisper, kissing along where her hair is shaved just above her ear. She cries louder, hugging against your shoulders.

All of a sudden, it clicks. She's dropped, and she doesn't even realise it.

"Do you feel bad about what you were doing to me?" You ask, tracing your finger soothingly down her back. She nods and nuzzles into your neck. You feel what you hope is tears, rather than snot, start to gather along your clavicle. "Oh Sevi.. you're dropping. You've got dom drop. This is normal, okay? It's normal.." You pat her head and she nods again, sobbing brokenly against you. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to call you any of those things... you're not a useless cumslut-"

You cut her off with a chuckle that startles her. She looks at you with red, puffy eyes and you cant help but smile at how adorable her pout is. "Honey, I promise you I liked it. I know you got carried away! It's alright, it's what I want! I promise sweetheart, I know you didn't mean it."

She nods again. "Yeah.. yeah! It's just sex." She lets out a weak chuckle and you tut. "Poor baby. Come on, lets clean up and then we can watch a movie instead, yeah?" Her eyes light up a little at the suggestion.

Sub!Sevi, because of her stature, had often been pressured into being the dominant, masculine one in the relationship. At first, when she met you, she expected no different. She only ever wore boxers and boy-shorts around you. It made her feel safe, like she was guarding something.

But once you two got more serious, she quickly realised she was allowed to let go. She was allowed to be subby, and she felt like herself for the first time in ages.

But still, she wore her boxers.

See, she knew she was allowed to let go behind closed doors in the bedroom, but she didnt expect that you'd let her be more herself day-to-day. Suddenly, she was allowed to dance to girly songs. She was allowed to hum while she shamelessly mixed cake batter and whisked icing. She was allowed to use a baby voice with the cats.

You were taken aback when you came home one day, seeing Sevi playing a bit of dress-up in the bedroom. She was staring at herself in the mirror, your thong wrapped over her muscular thighs. "Oh! Uh-uhm, sorry i just.." she flushes and grabs her boxers, sheilding her body from your gaze: sheilding her femininity from you. You smile and shake your head.

"Baby, its fine. Let me see?" you request sweetly. She nods eagerly and chucks her boxers across the room, geekily holding her hands behind her back and shifting from hip to hip. "So?" she asks as you, quite perversely, stare at the fabric that barely covers her. Her happy trail disappears under the lace and its the most tantalising sight you've ever had the privilege of seeing. "Fuck baby." You sigh out, walking to her and taking her in a one-armed hug.

"Beautiful.. Beautiful girl.." you groan, tracing your finger down the deep crease in her abs and stopping where her hair meets the top of the lace. "I wanna get a purple one, dark purple." she says, and you can hear her smile.

"Your nose is so cute Sevi!"

"I dont know, its pretty big. I've always thought about having a nose job. But i dont know if a small nose will make my face look worse."

"Love your new haircut Sev."

"Thanks. I think its drawing too much attention to my jawline. So boxy."

When you ask her why she cant take a compliment she looks away and sniffles. "Because I'm not pretty. You're lying to me. And its okay, i understand, you're my girlfriend. You have to lie to me to make me feel good about myself. I just wish i was pretty, so you didn't have to."

You consider her words. Shes still not looking at you.

"Baby."

She looks up.

"When you tell me im beautiful, are you lying?"

She gasps and shakes her head.

"No! No, of course not. I mean every word. You're fucking perfect. I don't understand why you're with me of all people."

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Can you see my point here?"

She looks down again.

"Sevika. Look at me."

She hesitantly meets your gaze, thumbs twiddling in her lap.

"I tell you you're beautiful because i fucking mean it. I wouldn't lie to you. And i dont have a reason to."

And then she breaks down sobbing.

but they end up getting really closer to each other ( i didn't think how 😭 ) and sevika ends up catching feelings to reader (but having a difficult time while it happens, so sevika ends up acting a bit too submissive around her).

Butch4butch sevi you are so dear to me

reader is pretty heavily described (apart from skin tone) so..........yes

"Excuse me?" Sevika looked up from under her eyebrows at Silco, her grip on her crystal glass tightening. "More muscle?"

Silco scoffed at how offended Sevika had become by the statement, rolling his eyes when Sevika did her little cape reveal to show her muscles rippling, her abs taught. "More muscle than," she turned to flex her back, Silco groaning and rubbing his hands hard down his cheeks, "this?!"

"Sevika!"

She turned and picked up her glass, shotting her whiskey down her throat, alcohol burning on the way down. "We need more muscle. I've found a good companion for you. I expect you to show her the ropes." He bangs twice on his desk, commanding his new 'muscle' to enter.

You hit your elbow on the door frame on the way in, stumbling over your feet at you attempt to nurse your funny-bone. "Shit- Jesus-" Sevika begrudgingly catches you to save her beloved collected of alcohol as you threaten to fall into her liquor cabinet. Yes, her liquor cabinet, despite the fact its in Silco's office. Her collection is so extensive, ornate crystal bottles with aged whiskey and bourbon that cost her a fortune to import (smuggle) from topside. Its precious to her, so much so that she didn't hesitate to bundle you up in her arms.

You look up and pray you're not blushing, admiring the curve of her nose, her big eyes that frantically check over her bottles. She looks at you with a confused expression, and you clear your throat, step away and lean against the wall. "Ladies." Silco says, his voice gruff and impatient. "You two are tasked with defending me and the empire I've built in Zaun. Think you can handle clumsy over here, Sevika?" He gestures to you with his thumb, and now you're definitely blushing, embarrassment heating your face.

"I can handle clumsy." Sevika leans over the desk and grabs a cigar from Silco's holder, taking a lighter from behind her ear. "You smoke?" She grunts, clearly annoyed beyond belief with your presence. You dont answer, so she rolls her eyes and lights up. "Come."

She walks out the office into the streets, patting her hip to command you to follow. You do, tripping over the steps and landing face first into Sevika's back. You're a strange mix of intensely grateful and humiliated, your cheeks smushed into the indents of Sevikas toned form. She whips round and grabs you by the shoulders.

"All this muscle and no balance?" she spits, hand dropping to squeeze your bicep. She screws up her face. "Stop flexing." She grunts, squeezing harder, a strange focus on her expression. "Im not flexing!" You whine, lifting your other arm. You flex your bicep for a second and gasp when it rips from your thin shirt. "Shit, not again," you groan, looking up at Sevika.

She's slack jawed, her breath halted. You knit your eyebrows in confusion.

“What the fuck.” She says, lips drawn thin as she hides any expression from you. You quirk your eyebrow as you reach into your pocket for safety pins. You mend your shirt and begin to walk away, feeling her hand come to the scruff of your neck to pull you into the correct direction.

*

You’re hurt. Bad.

An enforcer with a gun you couldn’t even begin to fathom shot just past you, but enough to cut into your side as you tripped off of the battle scene. Sevika stormed in front of you, beckoning you to follow her with a sweep of her arm. You clutch your waist , trying to pull yourself forward by gripping sides of streets and decemated buildings, but it was no use. The padding and clinking of enforcers began to ring louder in your ears as they caught up in ordered marches. You screamed out for her, feeling hands bunch up your shirt behind you. As your mind went black, your brain not wanting you to experience your own grizzly death, you heard a THWACK.

Your mind cleared and you saw Sevika fighting off one, two, five enforcers, shouting and begging for you to help. So you did.

Adrenaline infiltrated your veins, leading an even more ordered battalion than the enforcers. The momentum led your arms, your legs, the backs of your elbows as you fought them off. You were about as skillful in combat as an elephant, but certainly twice as strong. Each blow an enforcer caught sent them spinning into walls, streets, anyway defeated in your wake. Sevika panted, dragging you away by your underarm.

Your pace faltered as the burning pain spread from exhaustion, collapsing into the floor like a bag of flour. “Hey, clumsy what’s…”

You weakly lifted your shirt and Sevika shifted. Her stern, demeaning expression suddenly mournful. “Okay, okay I’ve got you,” she murmurs as she lifts you over her shoulders, carrying you through smoke and sleet to a near doctor- or, at least, someone who had access to antiseptic and running water.

*

You wake up in a strange place, one you can’t make out at all. At the first instance of sight you’re afraid, afraid that enforcers had captured you and locked you in some strange dungeon. Your vision adjusts and the thought immediately escapes you, watching Sevika as she cooks. It smells nice, warming and hearty. Only when you tilt your head do you realise how much she’s been cooking. Dishes you’ve certainly never seen in the undercity before, but ones you’re glad to catch the aroma of.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sevika says plainly, emotionless. “I didn’t know how to help so I made some things Amma used to make for me.” She ladles chicken yakhni soup into a cracked little bowl and walks over.

“Sit up,” you do, with difficulty, “there we go…”

You sip gently as she tips the soup into your mouth. A little dribbles down your chin, and she wastes no time in wiping it with the back of her hand. Her touch is warm, perhaps more healing than the soup.

Her hand lingers on your neck, gently touching as she brushes any dregs off of your skin. She looks at you curiously. You want to ask what she’s thinking but you dare not so. Your chest heaves at the silence, and Sevika quickly steps away.

“It’s very nice,” you say as Sevika tastes some for herself. “Thanks.”

This took me so long to write and it’s so bad but hey I do get around to writing sometimes.

Maybe the reader gets a heat bed blanket and she's like 🤨🤨 tf I am I here for then idk

Sevika is a heavy girl. She's muscular, we all know this, but she's recently got a little chubby since she hasn't had the time to work out, or the necessity to fight anyone. She's the perfect teddy bear, soft tummy and huge, muscular arm perfectly enveloping you.

You're an anxious person, and your low iron means you're constantly shivering. One day, Sevika stomps into the room. She's holding a heated blanket in her hand and a weighted blanket over her shoulder.

"What the fuck! Am I not warm enough? Am I not weighted enough?" She huffs, chucking the blankets on the floor. You laugh at her tantrum and stretch out your arms, Sevi pretending to be reluctant to cuddle you on the couch.

She wraps her arm around your shoulders, bringing your head into the crook of her neck. You breathe in her perfume, the scent dark, woody and sweet. Her little tummy squishes against yours and it's such a soft, tender feeling. You rest your hand on her heart and feel it strumming slowly, her whole body at peace knowing she has her girl.

Sevika hums and kisses lazily against the top of your head, stopping every now and again to breathe in your shampoo. "Love you so much princess," she mumbles, feeling too safe for her own good as she drifts off to sleep.

*

Bonus: Sevi taking care of her girl's hair!!

Sevika had forgotten that little part of her culture until you suggested it: hair oiling. She'd been without her parents for so long that she had let the memories of her mum firmly massaging amla oil against her scalp drift away completely. She almost cried when you asked to oil her hair, instantly being reminded of her mother, her mehndi adorned fingers working between the strands.

When Sevika offered to return the favour you smiled wide. Despite the fact you never met her mother, Sevika's mum having passed away long before you'd gotten together, you could tell that her mother's spirit was guiding Sevi's hand.

Fluff, maybe a bit nsfw

Sevika is just silly ok. Coworkers au, sevis in a lower position than you

"Hi, hi hello." Sevika ambushed you again, third morning in a row. When you entered the building at 7am sharp you heard the heavy thuds of Sevika's dress shoes, the butch sprinting to be the first person to talk to you. She smiled and fumbled with something in her pocket, making you sigh impatiently and drum at your briefcase. "Look, look." She pulled out your favourite flower from her blazer, like a shit magician, and shoved it into your chest. "You liiiike it?" She asked, swaying on her feet and smiling expectantly.

"Sevika, very kind. I'm not going to go out with you. We've spoken about this- there's a pre existing power dynamic here. Its unprofessional." You spoke sternly, giving her the speech you were forced to rehearse at 6.45 everyday in your car. "I didn't say that, I asked if you like the flower." She mumbles, her hand fiddling with the carabiner on her belt loop.

"I like it. Thank you Sevika." You lift her hand to your lips and bow your head slightly, making her jaw go slack. "Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies." You quip as you go to your office. You can feel Sevika's eyes burning holes into your ass as you walk.

*

Lunch time and theyre all out of pastries. Damnit. You complain to a peer and go back to your desk. Half an hour later and Sevika uses her butt to push the door in, her arm occupied with cradling a huge brown bag. "What now.." you groan, leaning over your desk and sitting your chin on the back of your tented hands. "No pastries, sooooo.." she tips up the bag and neatly packaged pastries topple out. There had to be at least 20 on your desk, every one different. She must've gone into a pastry shop and said "yes."

You tut and shake your head, chuckling when Sevika starts arranging them by size. "Sevika, too much.." you giggle, hand reaching out to grab your favourite. "Ah you like that one. Okay. Ill just bring that one next time."

You smile at her and nod to your door, but she stays put, hand smushed against her cheek as she watches you take little, modest bites. "Why do you eat like that?" She asks plainly, eyes fixed on your lips. "Like what?"

"Your bites are tiny. You eat like a squirrel or something." She grabs a croissant and starts mimicking you. You cant help but laugh, making her beam, her teeth ridden with bits of pastry. "Get out of my office!" You squeal, and she leaves with a laugh.

*

10pm. Fuck. You stayed way past your leaving time. You were fucking exhausted, your legs turned to jelly. Wearing heels from 6am until 10pm wasn't for the weak, and, in this moment, you were the weak.

You struggled to the end of the corridor, about to press the button for the elevator when Sevika's unmistakable fingers pressed it for you. Those thick fingers. You looked up at her and scowled. "Why are you still here?" You questioned, grabbing her forearm for a bit of balance. "I was waiting for-"

"Sevika, i cant make myself more clear. Do I think you're attractive? Yes. Would i hop on that in any other situation? Yes. But I could lose my job, or at least be demoted, if I got into it with a subordinate."

She was stunned for a second but then leaned into your body. "Love it when you talk dirty." She murmured sarcastically. She lurched forward, your hand slipping from her forearm to her bicep. You squeezed and...jesus christ. Maybe she was worth endangering your job.

"You think im attractive?" She whispered against your neck, your breathing picking up as you searched for cameras. You seemed to be in a blindspot, but your nerves were far from steadied. The elevator dinged and you pulled her into it. You looked up at her. Rested on the railing. She stood between your legs, your thighs forced apart by the sheer size of her quads. She looked at you heavy lidded, taking your breifcase from you and setting it down. She grabbed your hand and swiped her thumb across the back of it, making it seem like she knew everything going on in your mind. It was a deep understanding. An understanding you felt even more as she leant down to peck your forehead.

She carried you to your car and put your bag in the boot, waving you off as you drove away. You told yourself it was just late, that it was a moment of weakness, a fluke. Deep down you knew it:

you liked her.

Okay i finally have a good flipping idea for this

Fluff maybe a bit nsfw/lewd?

Thick cigars lined the inside of Sevika's desk drawer, neatly piled up to fill it completely. She was extremely precious about them, counting them nightly, only buying the nicest ones that tasted deep and rich, not just like shitty smoke. Only issue is that she still hasn't learnt how to use her lighter with one hand. It'd been a week since her arm was blown off, and it had really shaken her. Well, it would shake anyone to lose so much of their mobility.

It pissed her off that her coping mechanisms had been reduced down to just drinking, because she didn't mind frying her lungs but she didn't really like pickling her liver. You watched her on numerous occasions, sat in front of the fireplace, struggling to light her cigar. She'd eventually give up, grunting and stomping to the liquor cabinet to pour herself a whiskey, undiluted and large. Ever the stubborn bull, she refused to let you light it, and refused to put her cigar against the dying embers crackling in the fireplace.

"I've gotta learn, princess. Can't be reduced down to not being able to light my own damn cigar."

*

You two were lying in bed, cuddling after youd got done having sex. She wasn't up to her usual self, itd been the first time since she lost her arm, and you could tell she was emotional. Sevika was a fighter, she needed her arm to fight. Sevika was a lover, she needed her arm to love. The way she squeezed you to her side like if she let go you'd drift away told you how emotional this moment was for her, Lord forbid she actually told you.

Sevika reached into her dresser drawer, fumbling to find her pack of cigars. She rested them on your chest before leaning over to grab herself a lighter. You put the cigar between her lips, kissing her cheek and the corner of her mouth which clamped the cigar inside it. She hummed as she took in the sweetness of your lips against hers, so gentle and tender.

She fumbled with the lighter, her frustration finally building to the point of sadness and distress. You saw the tears well in her eyes before she turned away, her body trembling. "It's okay, Sevi, let me.."

She turned back to you, grey eyes wet and reddened, her mouth dropping into the most heartbreaking frown. You lifted the lighter to her cigar and lit it, stroking her cheek and staring into her eyes. She inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke beside her. "Can I try?" you asked, and she choked out a smoker's laugh.

"Fuck off, you're not ruining your lungs just because I do. I ever catch you with one of these, and I'm putting a blade to your throat."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, resting your head on her chest. "Hot," she rolls her eyes at your response, "maybe I'll smoke every one of your cigars."

She's quiet for a while, the only light in the room the faint orange glow of her cigar. She sighs when it's finished, smiling smally up at the ceiling.