#sevuika

you recieve the letter from one of the staff members that same afternoon, skimming through it as you head back to the bedroom. your eyes rove over the swirly text written in mualani’s easy hand, rather engrossed in her promises of freshly prepared metzli snacks to notice mavuika coming out of the shower, hair damp and sticking to her shoulders, which happen to be painted with an assortment of hickeys and lovebites.

“whatcha got there?” she asks, head tilted in curiousity. you hum, looking up from the invite, and hand it off to her to read. sunburst eyes pass over the invite for a few seconds before she nods. “sounds fun. do you wanna go?”

“we’d have to bring swimwear,” you point out, and mavuika shrugs.

“fine by me. unless you’re not comfortable? if so, we don’t have to go.”

you shake your head. it’s not about that, but if mavuika is certain, then you don’t see the harm. “no, no, i’m alright. just thought i’d ask.”

your archon lover hums, running a hand over her wet hair until it begins to glow, and you see the water evaporating from the flame-bright strands like she’s some sort of human-shaped kettle. it’s always an amusing sight—especially that little lick of hair that always stubbornly sticks up, despite her best efforts to keep it down. it’s almost unbearably cute. once her hair is dry, she’s zipping into her bodysuit, and then with a kiss on your lips she’s out the door.

“be ready by the evening,” she calls, mounting flamestrider with a grin you can tell is on her face by the way her eyes crinkle through her helmet, “i’ll pick you up.” she’s gone in the roar of an engine, and you watch fondly as her figure gets smaller and smaller in the distance. you know she’ll always come back, after all.

the hours pass by faster than you thought, and soon enough, you’re waiting outside the arena for your ride. the little knapsack on your back contains both you and mavuika’s swimwear, and tucked beneath your arm is a helmet just like mavuika’s. when she arrives she greets you with a quick kiss, her own helmet pushed up just far enough, before urging you onto the back and asking you to hold on. you do, arms wrapping around her slim waist, and then you’re both ripping down the path to the people of the springs.

the party has just started when you both arrive. mualani, already in the water, excitedly waves you both over. a cursory glance around shows a surprising turnout—somehow, the hydro user had managed to wrangle xilonen, chasca and kinich to join in on the fun this time. all of them give polite—and lazy, in the case of xilonen—nods to you and mavuika. you slip your bag off your shoulders and rummage around for your swimwear.

“let’s change and join them in the water,” you suggest, and mavuika complies with an easy smile, a hand resting on the small of your back as she guides you both to the changing rooms. they’re rather small, with a capacity of one per stall, so mavuika takes her swimwear and head to another stall while you take a separate one.

mavuika’s bodysuit peels off easily enough, perhaps thanks to the many open panels. she’s done in a few minutes, while you’re still busy changing. the marks from earlier this morning are still present on her skin, but it’s a little party between friends; nothing too scandalous. after all, it’s not as if natlan doesn’t know about their archon and her lover.

mavuika steps out of the changing room and is immediately greeted by a whistle from xilonen. the blacksmith is submerged up to her chin, no doubt indulging in the pleasant warmth of the spring. her eyes like emeralds twinkle with amusement as she takes in the absolute state of mavuika’s shoulders and neck.

“you two sure know how to have fun, huh?” the feline woman teases, and mavuika rolls her eyes as she sinks into the water next to her. “keeping the missus happy like it’s your day job.”

well, mavuika wants to say, but before she can, you emerge from the changing room, and everyone takes a moment to stare. if mavuika looked marked up, well—you look like you’ve been mauled. ajaw, who somehow managed to escape timeout, shrieks as you lower yourself into the water from the stepladder, the clawed state of your back on full display.

“what the hell?” the little dragon yells, his voice shrill, “did you wrestle a tepetlisaur or something? or a bear?”

chasca snorts from her perch on the rim of the spring, idly swaying her legs in the water. “‘keeping the missus happy’?” she echoes xilonen’s words, “more like our archon is the one being kept happy.”

“we should thank you for your service, then,” kinich quips dryly to you, flicking ajaw away into oblivion as he does so. you chuckle good naturedly, settling in next to mavuika, who, to her credit, hasn’t yet combusted into flames in embarrassment. a chorus of quiet laughter rumbles around the pool, before mualani returns with saurian crackers and drinks and everything is soon forgotten.

“this is why i pointed out the swimwear,” you giggle, leaning against mavuika’s shoulder as you nibble on a saurian cracker.

mavuika sighs, but a wry smile pulls at her lips. “yes, i’m starting to see that now.”

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outside the walls of the chamber, the stadium is silent—the raucous victory party had simmered down into a quiet, dozing dawn, and mavuika’s quite sure the hallways are lined with warriors and revelrers who drank themselves into a sweet, peaceful dream.

good. the people of natlan deserve their long fought for peace.

my sonas don’t normally drink but after defeating the abyss i think fsev would indulge just a little bit. victory rush, as they say. definitely not enough to get plastered, but just enough to get a little boost of confidence and forwardness she wouldn’t normally have. mavuika, on the other hand, is drinking half of natlan under the table. she doesn’t really get buzzed since, well, godly constitution and all that, but enough to be a little tipsy.

the night doesn’t really wind down, but both fsev and mav end up excusing themselves for some fresh air outside the stadium at the same time, heading up to breathe in the cool, crisp natlan air. they chat a little, their walls and reservations both weakened by the alcohol—maybe even bantering a little.

“quite the fancy chair you have up there,” sev says, angling her head to the throne atop the stadium. “i’m sure it’s quite the view.”

“wanna see for yourself?”

buzzed as she is, sev, ofc, doesn’t say no. it takes some effort—seriously, where are the damn stairs?—but they make it up to the throne and take in the sights. mav tells sev she can try out taking a seat, and sev goes, “what the hell, sure,”, and sits her ass down on the throne. it’s weirdly warm for a hunk of stone, but also comfy? mav stands in front of her, grinning, hand on her hip with all of natlan stretched out behind her.

“so? how’s the view?”

sev’s eyes soften, gaze focusing on something nearer rather than further. she leans back on the throne, lazily leaning her head on her closed fist with a tiny smile.

“it’s the most beautiful view i’ve ever seen, solnyshko.”

there’s no denying that hint of something more lingering in sev’s voice. and mavuika would normally ignore it, and so would sev, but the high of victory and the buzz of alcohol has them both not thinking quite as straight, and mavuika finds herself on sev’s lap faster than she thought.

cold, gloved hands find the cut-out spaces on mavuika’s bodysuit, leather brushing against warm skin. mavuika shivers, her own hand cradling the back of the fatui’s neck, while the other braces against the stone back of the throne.

“are you sure?” the woman under her whispers, earthen eyes gazing up to the heavens she’s made of.

mavuika answers with a burning, devouring kiss.

those clever hands make quick work of the front of her bodysuit, tugging the zipper down, down, down until a manicured thatch of red curls blooms free. the fatuus raises an amused brow at her, even as a finger slides between her lower lips, exploratory.

“you’re quite bold, pyro archon. are you always commando, or am i lucky tonight?”

“do this more often and you’ll find out,” mavuika quips back, rocking her hips in time with each slow drag of those still damnably-gloved fingers. she crashes their lips together again, her own fingers tangling tight in the other woman’s hair, nails scratching at her roots. she groans at that, right into mavuika’s mouth, and she feels the thrill of victory rush through her blood for a second time tonight.

though it’s quickly cut through when sev discards her slick, ruined glove by tugging it off with her teeth, only to just as swiftly sink two fingers knuckle deep into mavuika’s warm cunt. the archon keens, muscles tense as she bears down around those invading fingers that cleverly prod at her walls, searching for that perfect spot as the fatui’s mouth busies itself with kissing and sucking marks into her chest.

“so wet for me, solnyshko,” the spy murmurs, right against mavuika’s sternum, “what a good girl.”

the praise only makes mavuika embarrassingly wetter, something those sharp eyes don’t miss. sev’s lips curl into a smile sharp as a blade, cutting more kisses along every inch of mavuika’s exposed skin. a thumb on her neglected clit is enough to make her topple over the edge with a groan muffled into the other woman’s neck, breathless and hiccuping. the spy’s fingers gradually slow inside her, before they draw out with a wet, slick sound. sev takes a moment to admire the glossy sight, before smearing it down mavuika’s front, painting her in her own release.

“always so pretty,” she breathes, reverent. “it makes me want to ruin you more.”

“maybe you should,” mavuika manages, her own hand finding the buckle of the fatui’s slacks, deftly popping the button open as she laughs softly. she’s about to slip her own fingers down the waistband of the other woman’s underwear when she catches her wrist, lightly shaking her head.

“i have something else in mind,” the fatui whispers, voice low with promise. and upon that promise she delivers, as a distinctly phallic shaped column of ice takes shape up from her pelvis. it’s not freezing cold, already starting to melt by the natlan climate and mavuika’s own proximity—glossy and transluscent as if made of glass. sev tilts her head in insufferable challenge, shifting her hips just so that the cool surface of the dildo rubs against mavuika’s overheated cunt. “you can take it, can’t you, pyro archon?”

"ogonyók" or "ogonyóchek" which means little fire, "lúchik" that's a cute-ish way of saying sunbeam and is usually used as a pet name, then you can also use "záichik" as it's used in a collocation "solnechny zaichik" which means a little sunlight spot or little sunbeam :Зс

+ a random bonus thought for arle she can be called "pauchók" that's a cute way of saying spider...

- milk nonnie

omg milknon are u a russian speaker… that’s so cool :0 and !!!! these nicknames !!! are so cute !!! lúchik sounds soooooo adorable and the meaning is so sweet and fitting for mav too 🥺🥺🥺 my sunbeam…. oh…… záichik reminds me of bronya zaychik LMAO but OUGH !! that meaning is so fhdhdjdjd “little sunlight spot” goes insanely hard dude… my little ray of light in the dark 🥺 man. i love languages

ALSO THAT ARLE NICKNAME !!! i feel like she’d be a little surprised when sev first uses it but she grows into it over time 🤔 it definitely helps that they’re one of her fav animals LOL my entomologist nerd i love her so bad… arle official art as a bonus gift for my one n only milknon 🫶