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Unaware touch starved Sevika x (un)surprisingly observant Vi

Slight NSFW! I made it into a 5+1 :) hope that's okay, anon <3

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One

Sevika grunts softly as she disconnects the hydraulics that connect her arm to the harness, setting it down on the kitchen table with a louder clatter than she means. She stares blankly at the limb, mouth pressed into a thin line, before she sits down heavily at the chair in front of it. 

Vi pokes her head out of the kitchen, blinking, then smiles. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” Sevika grunts.

“You hungry?” Vi comes over to nudge the discarded limb further on the table so it doesn’t continue its slide down toward the floor. 

Sevika grunts again, watching Vi, tense. 

Vi softens. She brushes a hand through Sevika’s hair, ignoring the initial way she tenses. Her fingers massage her scalp gently, pulling a low groan from her girlfriend. Sevika’s eyes close and she drops her head back, bumping against Vi’s chest and staying there. 

“Yeah?” Vi murmurs. 

She gets another grunt, softer this time, as Sevika relaxes into the feeling. 

~~~

Two

Sevika had little tells. She tended to loom, when she was pissed off. She grit her teeth, ground them a little each time someone pissed her off enough. It left her jaw sore and her teeth pulsing painfully, which usually led to a headache. 

She also has a habit of slamming things around a bit when she’s coming down from the dregs of anger. It’s quiet, but she’s firm and sharp with every inanimate object around her. Vi can usually hear muttering from the bedroom when Sevika argues with a dresser drawer or negotiates space with the bathroom counter.  

It isn’t until they’re settled in on the couch to watch a movie that Vi can urge her to lay down in her lap. Sevika usually goes with another little grumble, but she doesn’t bother to hide the way she shoves her face in Vi’s thigh when she finally settles. 

She grunts softly when Vi reaches down to gently massage her jaw, her thumb pressing gently to the juncture of her temple and jawbone, rubbing the pressure from it. Sevika melts, eyes slipping shut as Vi picks through their option of reruns and shitty romcoms. 

If she dozes off before Vi can pick one, nobody needed to know.

~~~

Three

Vi’s favorite thing to do was watch Sevika melt. She’d found a couple ways to do it, but her favorite way was when they were getting ready for bed. 

It was usually when Sevika was grumbling about work, or recounting a new cool fact she’d learned, or just generally listing off their schedule for the upcoming days. This was Vi’s favorite time to interrupt, turning to look at Sevika and reaching up to cup her face. 

It always made Sevika stutter a little, pause, her long eyelashes flickering. She always pressed her cheek into one of Vi’s palms, eyes slipping halfway shut. 

“Yeah?” Vi murmurs every time, her free thumb brushing over Sevika’s cheek, tilted up in offering for every affection Vi could give. 

“Mmh.” Sevika hums softly, melting, nearly purring like a happy kitten. 

Vi often stayed right there, letting Sevika cup her wrist and hold her there. 

~~~

Four

Kiss attacks were something Sevika had no knowledge of before Vi. 

It came when Vi got tipsy, and went as such; Vi squinted at her from across the bar, or beside her on the adjoining barstool, and pouts. Her cheeks were always a little flushed, her gaze bright with her alcohol of choice. 

Didn’t matter if Sevika had a full cup in hand, if Sevika was in the middle of a conversation, if Sevika was trying to appear put together in front of some visitors for work - nope. Vi got that gleam in her eyes, and Sevika was helpless to do anything but wait to catch her girlfriend in her arms and get smothered in kisses. 

Sevika liked to wrap her arms around Vi’s waist, hold her flush against her body, even if she groaned and complained and pretended to hate it. Vi liked to finish with a kiss to the tip of her nose, noisy and sweet, and lean heavily against her to steal her drink. 

Sevika was always left grinning afterwards. 

~~~

Five

The best kind of touch, in Sevika’s opinion, came when she decided to give in and let Vi do as she pleased in bed. 

Vi was so gentle with her; the cocky tendencies and teasing went right out the window the moment Sevika either gave in to Vi’s request or asked outright for it. She spent so much time pressing kisses to every inch of Sevika’s skin, murmuring soft praise against her skin, pausing to pay special attention to every scar. 

Orgasms were more intense when Sevika let Vi take her time, working her up gently and slowly, somehow following every cue Sevika gave or didn’t give, doing exactly what her body wanted or needed with hardly a breath. Sevika always melted easily, making noises she hadn’t known she was capable of before Vi. 

It always ended with tears; Sevika overwhelmed to the point of crying once she did topple over the edge into pleasure with an intensity she’d never thought was possible. Vi always curled up against her side, kissing her tears away and stroking her hair until she calmed and settled, head tucked beneath Vi’s chin. 

Sevika never returned the favor those nights, but Vi never seemed to mind. She was happy to pull the blankets around them and murmur praise until Sevika fell right to sleep against her.

~~~

Plus One

“Vi,” Sevika says one morning, while she’s sitting at the table, reading an article on her phone. 

The smell of bacon and the sound of grease popping filters from the kitchen, where Vi was making them a lazy weekend brunch. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’m reading this article,” Sevika pulls her reading glasses off. 

“Okaaay..” Vi hums, waiting for her to elaborate. 

Sevika is silent for a moment, before she clears her throat and asks, “Do you know what being touch starved is?”

There’s the sound of… maybe laughter? Before it’s choked off and Vi coughs. “I, uh - yes. Yeah. I do know. Why?”

Sevika squints suspiciously at the noise. “...I think I may be that.”

Vi chuckles this time, unable to help herself. “Yeah. Yeah, baby, I think you are. Figure it out finally?”

“You knew?” Sevika yelps, heat rising to her cheeks. 

Vi comes out of the kitchen, leaning in the doorway, fond. “Yes, love. I knew.” She goes over, smelling of bacon and coffee, pausing to kiss the top of Sevika’s head. Sevika melts, and then <em>realizes</em> she was melting, and scowls. 

“Oh.” She says instead, and Vi sighs fondly and kisses her forehead. 

“I’ll make sure you aren’t starved, Sev. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”

“Okay.” Sevika grumbles, and leans into the playful scratch to the short hairs on the back of her neck.

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just started reading "dying to live"

it's a sevika/vi fic. it's one of the best things i've ever read.

i kinda think it's moving just a bit too fast though, especially on the latest chapter. (11 i think?)

i wanted vi to keep being mad, angry, she deserves to feel angry.

but of course, i don't get to tell vi not to forgive. to hold grudges, etc. that's simply not her. she loves a lot. and thankfully this fic is giving her all the love she deserves.

it may give me the feeling of "second-hand vindication" if vi kept being angry (and i still think that she should), but she's nothing but a sweet angel. a sweet angel put into horrible situations.

anywhos, go on and read "dying to live" by @renywrites ! they've written one of the most tender, most loving, and at the same time sexiest, sevika/vi fics i've ever seen. this shit has hockey in it too, and vi + hockey always mixes really well.

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How about something like Sevika finding out that Vi has chronic pain (in my head it's canon) and taking care of her?

Vi was stubborn. It was something Sevika had picked up on very early in their relationship. She saw things through to the very end, regardless of how it could affect her, and found pride in reaching the end. However it turned out. This extended to pushing through pain, physical or emotional, which often led to worse outcomes. 

Vi suffered from migraines. Sevika suspected they stemmed from trauma; either a physical blow from childhood, or just trauma in general. Vi had suffered through so much in her short life, and Sevika had seen the damage trauma could do on a body when it was unchecked. Luckily, Vi hadn’t picked up shimmer to cope; unluckily, she hadn’t picked up pain remedies to help. 

The migraines started days before they fully hit. It started with lethargy. Vi was quieter than usual, more restless. She often dug her fingers into her lower back, eyebrow twitching and lips thinning with discomfort when she thought nobody was looking. Maybe she mentioned her back was bothering her, maybe she took a longer and hotter shower than usual. Most times she said and did nothing, opting to press fingertips against her spine as hard as she could when she had a moment alone. 

The next stage came in quick succession. It rose to her shoulders, sitting heavy against her scapula and pinching harshly at the back of her neck. She could blame it on sleeping wrong, maybe tweaking something. She moved slower, winced a little if Sevika put too much pressure on her shoulder or held her too tightly. 

The day before a migraine, Vi was moody and irritable. Her entire neck was tense, any stress going right to where her muscles seized. She was quicker to snapping, unable to be touched for long periods of time, and often quite emotional. Vi spent most of the day snapping and immediately apologizing, overwhelmed by simple tasks or the accumulation of circumstances, one after another. If something went wrong, it was immediately a hundred times worse than any usual day. 

When the migraine finally migrated to her head, pulsing angrily and making her vision blurry, Vi was rendered incapable of doing anything. She spent the first hour of her day trying to get through things, until her body finally gave into the heaviness her head was carrying and she surrendered to the misery. After an hour of muscling through and making things worse, Vi ended up in bed. Naked and face down and covered in a soft blanket. The curtains drawn, the lights out, feet poking out from under the blanket so she didn’t overheat. 

The first time Sevika had walked in on this, she’d received nothing but an incoherent mumble in explanation, and had run to Caitlyn of all people for some help, after Jinx had no idea what it could be. 

“Oh, it’s a migraine.” Caitlyn had explained, her voice crackling over the phone line. 

Sevika hunches over the phone, tugging on the cord, the receiver pressed to her ear. “Migraine?” She repeats. She wasn’t very familiar; Silco suffered from them, on occasion, but he usually could do one of his eye treatments and be fine after. 

“Mhm. Just let her do her thing, she knows how to handle it.”

Sevika was not a person who could sit idly by and let things happen. Sevika was a doer. She got shit done, and handled, and sitting back to let something of this magnitude happen to the woman she loved would not fly. So she puts a cool compress on the back of Vi’s neck, presses a kiss to the wrist of the one hand poking from under the blanket, and goes to write down all the unusual things Vi had done in the days leading up to this moment. 

She takes notes about the day after, too; the way Vi seemed so drained, the exhaustion that tugged at her bones and kept her a few paces behind in her normal routine. Sevika writes everything down and settles in to wait for the next episode she knew would come. 

The next time Vi suffers a migraine attack, Sevika is suddenly… hovering. Vi finds it odd, and tries to wave her off, but Sevika is weirdly insistent on being close. So when Vi digs her fingers into her back, Sevika notices, and instead presses her own warm palm to her lower back. 

It helps. Vi sinks into it, eyelashes flickering, and Sevika watches the little crease in her brow fade slowly. She keeps her hand there for as long as Vi will allow, and moves on once Vi pulls away. That evening, she insists on snuggling before bed, and lulls Vi to sleep by rubbing gentle circles against the tension building in her back. 

When it moves up her spine and Vi gets irritable, Sevika is there. Sevika doesn’t touch as often, not after she tries once and nearly gets her head bitten off (from pain, she realizes later, when she reflects on what had triggered it). She does urge Vi to take some painkillers before bed, much to Vi’s reproach and dismay, and once again settles her partner with an open palm massage across the expanse of her back. When Vi is properly sleepy, she presses her fingers to the hollow of Vi’s nape, rubbing gently at the indent where her spine connected to her skull. She gets a sleepy little grunt of relief for that. 

The day the migraine properly sets in, Sevika calls and informs the Council she would be absent, and she stays home. 

Vi is confused about this, but she’s also… very much not herself. She can hardly pull herself out of bed. It takes her twice as long to even pull the covers off. It’s not until she tries to get up and make herself breakfast that Sevika intervenes. 

“Let me,” Sevika says, easing her back into bed. It’s… heartbreaking, not to feel her usually headstrong and stubborn partner struggle against her hold. Instead, Vi sinks back into the bed. She’s frowning, but exhaustion and weary pain clouds her usually bright gaze, and Sevika is glad she isn’t fighting. 

“Vika,” Vi tries to argue, but it’s weak. Sevika tugs the covers over her again. 

“No, shh. Let me take care of you. I’ll go run a bath, and you can chill there while I make breakfast. Okay?”

Vi nods once, then flinches as pain strikes her through the skull, closing her eyes and settling in. 

Sevika nods too, then hurries away to their shared bathroom. She closes the door most of the way to muffle the noise, turning the tap on and running it hot. She crouches, pulling out a bag of things she’d researched and learned were good for migraines. Epsom salts, peppermint bubble bath to ease any nausea. She grabs an ice pack from the freezer and wraps it in a damp cloth for the back of Vi’s neck. 

Her towel goes in the dry for a cycle, and once the bath is ready and quiet, Sevika goes to collect Vi. She’s nearly asleep again, face pressed deep in her pillow. Sevika pauses, hesitating on even bothering her, before recovery and damage control returns to the forefront of her mind and she scoops Vi up. 

Vi is nearly a ragdoll in her arms, head dropping against Sevika’s chest and limbs heavy with the weight of pain. Sevika adjusts her carefully, pressing her lips to the top of her head as she carries Vi to the bathroom. 

Undressing her is painfully slow. Sevika didn’t want to move her and cause another jolt of pain, but she didn’t want to unnecessarily draw it out, either. Vi shifts to help every so often, and Sevika promises herself she’d find a way to do this easier before another migraine like this could hit. It’s a few painful minutes, but finally she’s able to set Vi in the bath and press the cold compress to her neck. 

“I’m gonna make some food, okay?” Sevika murmurs, pressing the gentlest of kisses to her temple. “Call if you need me.”

“Mhm,” Vi hums softly, eyes closed. 

Sevika lights a couple candles and flicks out the lights for Vi on the way out, leaving her in a dimly lit bathroom for the time being. 

She rushes through making a simple breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit (she would worry about a better meal later, after Vi was peacefully resting and she could get the things needed to make a meal helpful for migraines). Sevika sets everything on the bedside table and gathers the towel from the dryer before going to collect Vi. 

Vi was breathing softly, eyes closed and head tipped forward. She wasn’t sleeping, though - her fingers were tracing idle circles in the water. Grey eyes flutter open when Sevika gently nudges the door open. 

“Hey,” Sevika whispers, smiling faintly. “Hungry?”

“Mm,” Vi hums noncommittally, and Sevika takes that as answer enough. She steps over and drains the tub, wrapping her partner in a fluffy, warm towel and carrying her to bed again. 

It’s a process to get her to eat even a few bites, and Sevika settles on good enough when half of the plate is gone. She convinces Vi to swallow a few pain relievers and helps her settle into bed. Naked, warm, and safely tucked in. Sevika’s getting ready to pull the blinds closed and leave her in peace, when fingertips snag her sleep shorts and Vi blinks up at her from under her blankets.

“Stay?” Vi asks, her voice rough.

Sevika softens, nodding. “Let me get everything put away, okay?”

Vi nods, settling in and letting her go. 

Light speed wouldn’t be fast enough to get Sevika into bed with Vi. She dumps everything in the kitchen, then books it back to the bedroom. She skids to a stop before tiptoeing into the bedroom. She makes sure Vi is safely tucked in before she climbs in to lay over top of the blankets, cocooning Vi in. She gets a soft, content sigh in return. 

Sevika gently tucks Vi against the side of her body, smoothing down damp hair and moving to rub her back carefully. Vi buries her face deep in the pillow again and settles, her breathing evening out. 

“Thanks,” she breathes after Sevika is sure she’d fallen asleep.

Something in Sevika melts. “Course, baby. Rest.” She murmurs. 

Maybe tomorrow would bring some exhaustion, and maybe her tactics weren’t perfect, but Sevika was determined to get better at migraine care. Just so Vi would be able to rest easy, knowing she’d be taken care of in a state as vulnerable as this.

For now, that was enough to let Sevika relax alongside her partner.

***

This is absolutely not me projecting my own chronic pain onto Vi, lol. What. Anyway.

It’s out! Let me know what you think!

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New fic incoming!

Guess what!! 

After a million years (back to my hetalia phase… geez I’m old), I’m finally writing a multi-chapter fic! The name of it is gonna be State of Broken Things, so if you end up liking it, look out for those tags!

I’m trying my hand at Sheith, which should be interesting, and it’s a slight murder mystery/horror type thing? I have a basic outline of things up until the middle, but I think it’ll be somewhere around 12 chapters? Maybe more? I’ve written the first chapter, and it’s about 3k, so it’ll definitely be longer than any of the short oneshots I’ve been writing. It’ll be up by tomorrow at the latest! 

Once I post it, please, let me know how you like it! Tell me if you have ideas! I love to hear from you guys, it’s always so nice. I look forward to sharing this!

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