#self insert fic

April pouts slightly at the words, thinking back to what happened inside the bar. Brooding seems a bit much, but she can't deny it either. She'd come down from Silco's office after a brief business chat to find some woman leaning against the counter next to her girlfriend, clearly making eyes at her.

She knows she shouldn't compare herself to her, but she can't help it. Not when the other woman was so much more attractive than her.

Sevika huffs softly, using her grip to raise her chin another centimeter. "Come back to me, princess. You're drifting." And almost scowling, but she leaves that out. "Tell me. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"I…" April bites her lip, feeling silly about it with how intensely Sevika's looking at her. The older woman never entertains someone else now that they're together, and the same is true of the woman at the bar. Sure, she'd been listening and nodding along, but that's not the same as showing interest.

And it certainly isn't anything like the softness in her eyes anytime she looks at April.

So, voicing it feels ridiculous. Usually, it's Sevika being the jealous one (even if that jealousy is tempered by knowing that she's the only one April's ever wanted to be with).

Sevika sighs softly, though it comes out more fond than annoyed. "Next time you're jealous, sweetheart, just come over and make it obvious who I belong to, okay?" She murmurs, brushing her thumb against April's bottom lip and chuckling when it makes her eyes go wide.

"Huh?" It takes everything in her not to flick her tongue against that thumb, or worse, draw it into her mouth. She's so used to doing that when they're alone.

"You heard me. Drape yourself over me, kiss my neck, anything you want. Make it obvious." Sevika drags her lip down teasingly, knowing what thoughts are playing in her head. She leans down so that her breath brushes against April's ear. "Say it. I'm yours."

"You're mine…" April says, barely a whisper, almost entranced by how Sevika's behaving.

"Attagirl. Louder." Sevika's lips press just under her ear with the command, and she grins when she feels a shiver run down her girl's back.

"You're mine." The words leave her mouth with a little more confidence, and a hint of genuine possessiveness that has Sevika's eyes darkening.

"Damn right I am." Her teeth briefly skim the skin of April's neck. "All yours. Now, what are you going to do about it?"

One of April's hands finds the back of her neck, gripping and tugging her up for a kiss, which Sevika chuckles approvingly into. She wraps her prosthetic arm tightly around April and lets her lead the kiss, humming when her teeth inevitably sink into Sevika's bottom lip.

"That's my girl…" She breathes out against April's lips.

April takes advantage of her mouth being open and presses her tongue inside, her hands wandering anywhere they can, not caring that someone could come down the alley and spot them at any moment.

No. If anything the idea of it makes a fire burn hotter in her blood.

"Mine…" She murmurs, breaking the kiss to drag her lips along Sevika's jaw and down her neck. She's practically on her tip toes, and Sevika still has to lean down to let her, but let her she does.

A soft groan leaves her throat as April presses kisses along the blue scars trailing down her neck, each kiss carrying a residual electricity. "Yours," Sevika agrees, her flesh hand dropping to April's thigh and squeezing it firmly.

Her fingers trail up her thigh under her dress, testing her willingness to keep going here. Her only response is April nipping at one of her collarbones, which simply makes her chuckle. "Yeah. Leave marks if you want, baby girl."

If she ever complains about being covered in marks from her favorite girl, something's seriously wrong.

Besides, it's not as if April isn't covered with her own. She'd be a hypocrite to complain.

A ragged sound leaves April's throat, somewhere between a whine and a growl, and she finds a spot on the other side of Sevika's throat to bite down on. She worries the skin enough until it starts to bruise under her teeth, and only then does she let go to press a grateful little kiss against the forming mark.

"Just like that…" Sevika encourages, rubbing her fingers over the wet spot on April's panties and chuckling when her hips arch against her touch. "Already so wet for me. You love it, don't you? Knowing I'm yours…"  

"I do," April murmurs against her throat, pressing a kiss against her pulse point. She leaves a few smaller marks wherever she can reach, though her hands have stopped wandering. Instead, one's gripping Sevika's bicep and the other her left shoulder just shy of her prosthetic. They're anchoring her, keeping her standing when each brush of her lover's fingers against her makes her legs feel weak.

"That's what I thought." Sevika delves beneath the fabric and sinks two fingers into April all at once, drawing a breathless moan from her throat. "Though… I think you like the idea that someone could see us. Could see what a pretty slut you are for my fingers…"

Sure enough, April's walls flutter around her at those words, and Sevika's grin sharpens. Gods, this woman is perfect. Despite how her body practically screams the answer, April lets out a little 'mm-hmm,' her hips rocking into every thrust of Sevika's fingers.

"Of course, you do…" Sevika murmurs, crooking her fingers and pressing against that spongy spot inside her.

April crumples with a sharp cry, her legs giving out at the pleasure. It's only Sevika's arm around her that's holding her up, a fact that seems to make the older woman very pleased.

So, it doesn't seem to make any sense why Sevika withdraws her fingers from her. "No, no, don't--" She protests, the desperation in her voice making her girlfriend chuckle again.  

"Shh… Just here. Bend over this," Sevika murmurs, guiding her where she wants her. Her hand moves down to undo her belt, and a shiver runs down April's spine with the realization of where this is heading.

Of course, she'd be strapped up on a night like tonight. Sure, they usually end up in the bathrooms, but she's not about to complain, not when Sevika tugs the skirt of her dress up and presses the head of the dildo against her through her underwear.

"Please, Sevi, don't tease…" She whines. "You're mine, right? Then fuck me."

Sevika smirks and tugs the fabric to the side, rubbing the tip against her to gather some of her slickness on it. "With pleasure," She mutters, pressing all the way inside her in one thrust.

April gasps at the immediate fullness. "Yes, just like that…" And of course, Sevika picked one of her favorites for this.

Warmth blankets her back as Sevika leans over her, giving her a moment to adjust that she doesn't really need. Not with this toy. But one that she appreciates, especially as her girlfriend starts pressing kisses along the back of her neck.

"I'm yours," Sevika reminds her as she starts moving, not nearly as slowly or cautiously as she would with one of their bigger toys. No, she knows April can take it, and the environment is getting to her, too.

"That woman? I barely remember what she looked like." Sevika's breath is warm against her ear, but the words touch somewhere deeper. "I was thinking about you, you know? Waiting for you to come downstairs… I was going to buy you a drink, but I think this is better, hm?"

April's cheeks grow warm at that. They were meant to stay quite a bit longer before she got all jealous, but if Sevika isn't upset… then she won't feel bad about changing their plans.

"You're beautiful. Perfect, even. I don't know what you were thinking when you were looking at her, but just know: no one compares to you." Sevika speeds up her movements then, feeling April trembling underneath her.

She's unsure if the whimpers are from her words or the pleasure, but either's good. "You're mine, too, remember that. I don't want anyone else." She punctuates those words with a sharper thrust, her hand splaying over April's stomach.

"Now, here's the plan. You're going to cum all pretty on my cock, then I'm going to take you home, fuck you again, and treat you like the princess you are after. Sound good?" She chuckles when her only answer is a louder moan. She knows quite well how hard it is to talk being fucked this well, after all.

Her hand drifts down so her index finger can rub April's clit just the way she likes. "Good. Then cum for me, princess."

April buries her head in her hands to muffle the sharp cry that leaves her throat, smothering the desperate little whimpers and gasps that follow so there's less chance for someone to catch them. Shame. Sevika will just have to make her be even noisier when they get home so she can hear them properly.

Her hips slow to a stop, and she stays draped over April for a few minutes, pressing kisses to her neck and the back of her head as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. "There's my pretty girl…" Sevika murmurs as April's head lifts back up.

She pulls out of her and takes a second to tuck the strap back into her pants, finding the little whine of loss to be utterly adorable, even as it makes her want to fuck her all over again. Still, once she's presentable again, she does the same for April, tugging her underwear back into place and smoothing down her skirt.

She carefully picks her up, settling her bridal style in her arms. "Feeling okay?" She asks, leaning down to catch April's eyes.

"Mm-hmm…" April nods, still trembling slightly even as she snuggles close to Sevika.

Of course, they'd want to play nice with someone who seemingly knows the host so well, and who clearly has a positive view of her. April's been nothing but glowing since they got her to start talking.

"So, then 'bessa and I--"

Their expressions visibly shift at the diminutive version of Ambessa's name. Up until this point, April had been using her full name, but the nickname has the man interrupting her.

"You mean, General Ambessa," He corrects. Surely, it was just a misspeak. They'd been lax about her dropping the title, figuring that since she clearly knows the woman, she'd be allowed to leave that off when speaking about her.

But using something so casual, or even sweet to refer to her? Surely, she's overstepped.

April blinks at the interruption, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I'm sorry?" She asks, clearly thrown off.

The woman sighs, giving her a polite smile that seems to scream that they're willing to forgive her for this transgression if she corrects herself and moves on. "You should use her full name when speaking about her," She says, taking a sip of her own wine.

"But I'm allowed to call her 'bessa…" April says, confusion coloring her tone.

It's clear the Blackwells don't believe her, if the almost pitying expressions that cross their faces mean anything. "Oh, sweetheart…" The woman coos, looking at her more like a child than she was moments ago.

"I don't know who told you that, little girl, but you're surely mistaken. It would be proper, respectful even, to refer to such an esteemed general by her full name," The man says.

April's nose scrunches slightly at the way they're speaking her, like she should know better, and she covers her shift in expression with another sip of her wine. She doesn’t know how to correct them on this. If she had the Medarda ring, it'd be easy to flash that and let them know how much of a part of this family she is.

But hers hasn't been finished yet. She'll have it for the next holiday or event, so nothing like this can happen in the future, but for now, she's stuck.

But not for long.

"There you are," Ambessa's voice carries over to them, and April visibly wilts in relief. The taller woman sweeps over to them, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head without any care for the couple watching them. "I trust that everything's been alright, little dove?"

"Mm-hmm! I've been having a lovely time, 'bessa," April says, completely ignoring the people she's been talking to in favor of speaking with her girlfriend.

"Good, good. Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell, how are you doing this evening?" Ambessa asks when she recognizes that April wasn't alone.

It takes them a second to recognize that they've been spoken to. No, since Ambessa showed up, they've been watching with wide eyes, facing the terrifying realization that the girl they had just been pitying clearly belongs to the woman they were defending.

Mr. Blackwell recovers first. "Good, thank you," He says, still looking a little shaken.

"That's good to hear. It looks like my beloved was having a great time speaking with you." Ambessa clearly seems pleased at that, though she catches Mrs. Blackwell mouthing the word 'beloved' with clear surprise. "Is something the matter?"

"No, no, it just seems we have an apology to make. We did not know that she was so close to you. Apologies, April," She says, inclining her head in a clear apology.

"It's alright," April murmurs. "But I told you I was allowed to call her 'bessa," She says, and a hint of amusement appears in Ambessa's eyes as she understands immediately what must have happened while she was gone.

"You did," Mr. Blackwell says. "We should have believed you."

"Well, with that sorted, I'm going to be stealing my darling away for a little while," Ambessa says, draping an arm protectively around April's shoulders.

Of course, neither of them offers any protest, and instead, offer their pleasantries to the couple, wishing them to have a lovely evening. Ambessa hums and steers April away from them, only letting her amusement truly show when they're several paces away.

"It seems I unknowingly rescued you, hm?" She murmurs, pulling April close now that they're in a quiet corner alone.

"You did," April says, leaning against her, also clearly amused by the situation now that she's out of it. "They were acting like I didn't know better," She says with a soft snort.

Ambessa chuckles softly. "Those sort of issues won't happen again once you have your ring. If not, you may always come and find me if you need to prove your importance to me." Her hand slips down to April's waist, rubbing up and down in an attempt to soothe her.

"Got it," April murmurs.

"Now, why don't you finish that wine? I'd like to take my little love out onto the dancefloor."

April's eyes brighten at the offer, and she immediately sips at her wine. It's not as if the misunderstanding bothered her much (thanks to the wine, she's sure), but she's not going to say no to having Ambessa's sole attention for a little while.

Her words earn her a lovely little giggle, and a playful wink as April looks over at her. Her heart squeezes in her chest. She still can't believe that this girl is hers, and they've been together for years.

Selfishly, she wants as many years together as humanly possible.

With that thought, the little box in her pocket feels like it's burning a hole in the fabric of her pants. She'd been fretting over how to present it to her: whether it should be this big event or something for just the two of them.

The latter's starting to feel more appealing by the second.

As April's laying out the shaped dough onto a cookie sheet, the music box on the counter shifts into a different song. Sevika watches her perk up, wiggling a little in place as she waits for the lyrics to begin.

Something impulsive ignites in Sevika's chest, and she steps forward, singing the first line. For a few notes, their voices mix - both singing the melody, before April seems to realize that she's not alone, her voice dropping out to let Sevika have the spotlight.

Sevika's lips quirk up in a little, smug smirk when she sees the pure adoration and awe in April's eyes. She gets it any time she feels like singing around her. Usually, that's saved for late nights when April's not feeling well or is struggling to sleep.

She probably should sing for her more often, if she's going to get a reaction like that.

So, she keeps singing, slipping her hand into April's smaller one and tugging her against her chest. Her prosthetic hand rests on her waist, and she guides them in a slow dance: essentially them swaying from side-to-side, though she'll occasionally spin April just to make her giggle.

April joins in on the woman's part of the song, and something warm settles in Sevika's chest at how their voices mix when it's time for them to sing at the same time. She remembers April saying something about how music is magical to her, and she'd never quite understood that fully until now.

As the instrumental hits, she realizes that this is the best moment. She spins April one last time, drawing out those beautiful giggles. She'll delight in causing those for the rest of their lives if she'll let her.

Her hand gives one final squeeze of April's hand before she carefully kneels in front of her on one knee.

Those pretty hazel eyes go wide, and it's as if the rest of the world goes silent. The song continues on into its final chorus, but it might as well have been paused for all that they're paying attention to it.

"April, sweetheart, I love you. I love you so much," Sevika murmurs, raising April's hand to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. She lets out a breathless chuckle at the sound of her voice hitching and at the sight of tears already gathering in those eyes.

"You mean the world to me. No, you mean everything to me. You make each day more enjoyable just by being by my side. Even the bad days seem lighter with you, like we could weather anything together. So, selfishly, I want more. I want years of good and bad days with you, baby."

By this point, even Sevika's eyes have begun to water, while April's silently crying, seeming to already know where this is going. Sevika lets her hand go to dig in her pocket, pulling the box out and opening it, to reveal a very pretty, obviously handmade ring, featuring a ruby flanked by small peridot gems.

"Would you marry me, April?" Sevika asks, looking up at her. April's nodding before the question even finishes, and she flings herself into Sevika's arms.

"Yes, yes, of course, I will!" She says, leaning into kiss Sevika, a kiss that is eagerly reciprocated.

A softer squeal echoes the sound of April's excitement, followed by a soft pop. When April and Sevika pull apart to look, a flurry of heart-shaped confetti is falling all around them.

April laughs softly and grins at Jinx, who is bouncing on the balls of her feet at the doorway to the kitchen. She carefully takes the ring from its box and slides it onto her ring finger, not surprised at all that it fits perfectly.

She leans in to kiss Sevika one more time, before turning a mischievous grin on her. "Wait here a second, please," She murmurs, rising to her feet and nearly sprinting out of the room. Sevika slowly stands and leans back against the counter, watching the door with an amused look in her eye.

It doesn't take April long to return, and she skids to a stop in front of Sevika. "Hold out your hand," She orders, making Sevika chuckle, even as she obeys. Something on a chain is dropped into her hand, and her heart stutters when she opens her hand to look at it.

"How long have you had this made?" Sevika asks, staring at a matching silver ring. It's more simple in that there's no gemstones on it, just a thick band that's clearly been engraved by April's skilled hand. It looks roughly the size that she could wear it on her human hand, but she already understands why it's on a necklace and not loose.

"Mm… a year or so, maybe?" April answers with a grin. "Here, let me." She takes the necklace and carefully wraps it around Sevika's neck, clasping it with all the love and care she used when making the ring. "I know I could've made one that fit on your prosthetic, but this way, we don't have to worry about it breaking…" She murmurs, letting the ring fall to rest over Sevika's chest.

"That's what I thought," Sevika says, not at all surprised. April looks at the ring for a moment before returning to the cookie sheet, going back to her task of laying them out.

Jinx pops up behind her as she's setting the tray in the oven. "Let me see it," She says, whistling sharply as April holds her left hand up to show the ring. A teasing grin spreads across her face. "How cute~ Your birthstones, huh?" She murmurs, laughing loudly when Sevika rolls her eyes at the teasing.

April just giggles. "Mm-hmm…" She doesn't mind the teasing. Again, it reminds her how much Jinx is okay with their relationship. Sevika doesn't mind it much either, if the slight smirk on her face says anything.

"Well. Lemme know when the cookies are done. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Jinx says, throwing her arms around April briefly before skipping out of the room.

"That girl…" Sevika mutters, shaking her head slightly.

"You love her," April murmurs, coming to stand in front of her, reaching up to toy with the ring. She knows Sevika will look over every inch of the engravings later, and honestly, she can't wait to see her face when she does.

Her answer is a faint scoff, though the softness in Sevika's expression proves her right. Sevika cares for her daughter a lot more than she'd admit out loud.

"Hush, let's just enjoy the quiet until the cookies are finished, okay, baby girl?" Sevika asks, letting April snuggle up against her. She'll steal a few kisses from her in the time they have left, but for now, she's not letting her go.

She's never letting her go.

Their hearts are tied, after all.

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There's a girl in town and word's gone around she's just fine

"Okay, we're here. You can open your eyes," She says as she draws her hand back, flicking on the light to the room.

"So, what is it? It's not like I've never been in this room before…" Jinx's eyes open as she speaks, trailing off as her eyes take in the room in front of her.

Technically, she never has. At least, not while it's set up like this.

The walls are still the same soft pink as the rest of April's apartment, aside from one covered in a massive, clean blackboard. A queen-sized bed is nestled into one of the corners of the room, covered in sheets that are nearly the same shade as Jinx's hair. A wardrobe, bookshelf, and a desk fill out the rest of the room, and it's only as she sees a few personal items that she's left over at April's place that she recognizes what this means.

Her eyes prickle with tears as she whirls to face April. "Is this?" She asks, barely able to think beyond the sense of belonging that this woman has always given her.

Really, she shouldn't be surprised she'd do something like this. She saw that expression that crossed her face when she told her how things were going at Silco's - that she spent most of her time in her hideout instead of actually being cared for.

"It is," April says softly, smiling warmly at her reaction. "You can stay here whenever you'd like. Decorate it however you want. Hell, if you want the walls a different color, I'm sure we can do that too, but this place is yours."

The tears spill over, and Jinx throws herself into her arms. Her mind is buzzing with so many questions - what she's done to deserve this, and if she'll have to do anything for April to keep it being among the main two. But somehow she already knows how the woman would respond.

That she deserves it just for being herself, and no, she doesn't have to do a thing.

This room is hers.

Unconditionally.

April's arms catch her easily, and one hand rubs her back as Jinx cries into her chest. Her hands clutch at her clothes, reminding them both of when she was a lot younger.

"Are you sure?" Jinx asks quietly. "I can stay whenever I want?"

"Mm-hmm. Even if that's every day, I won't mind." She pauses, seeming to think about it. "Especially if it's every day. Sure, you'd have the place to yourself while I'm working, but you can always come down to my workshop if you want company," April murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Jinx's head.

Jinx crumbles further into her embrace at the kiss. She doesn't know why she ever chose to stay with Silco when this was always an option for her. She knows it has. Sure, the room might be recently decorated, but she's sure that if she had asked before, April would've done all of this for her much earlier.

"Thank you, mama…" The last word slips out without much thought, but she doesn't want to take it back.

Why would she when it's true? April's been in her life since she was born. If anyone qualifies to be her mother, it'd be her.

Besides, when she hears April's breath hitch and feels her arms tighten around her, she knows she's made the right choice.

"Of course, baby," April murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

Jinx already has plans for how she's going to decorate the room, and she knows that April will let her do whatever she wants with the space. That blackboard specifically is calling to her.