Lost to the Underground

by F_Dabbles

Summary:

Marcus' plan to have you infiltrate the underground goes wrong and Sevika catches you. It isn't long into your capture that she realizes she's signed up for more than what she thought. And she can't entirely say it's all that bad.

 

(This is the second part of my Sevika/enforcer!reader series so I definitely recommend reading the first one for some context!)

Chapter 1

Notes:

I'm baaaaaack~~~~~

This fic is going to be longer than the last one so I can add more to the story and more to the relationship but anyways... Enjoy!

When you wake up in a bed that is not your own, very much alive, you can't help but be a little shocked. 

 

It made perfect sense that Sevika wouldn't let you live for simply being an enforcer, but obviously you'd gotten on her good side. Good enough that on top of still being alive, you have a very pleasant ache in your muscles all over that has you stretching out your body across her bed.

 

"Glad to see my bed meets your standards." 

 

You stiffen up in the middle of your stretch at the sound, a little surprised to hear her voice. You also can't help but be a little irritated. How does she sound even sexier in the morning? You also make a mental note that while her bed definitely isn't as comfortable as yours, being surrounded by the smell of her makes up for it. You also definitely won't be mentioning how your bed is softer. 

 

You turn your head and see her sitting on the end of the bed, fully dressed and pulling her boots on. She's looking at you from the corner of her eye as she's pulling the second boot up like she's waiting to see what you'll do. 

 

"It smells like you," you mumble groggily, turning on your side so that you can watch her lazily. 

 

She doesn't really offer a response beyond a shake of her head, getting up and moving to a small dresser where she grabs an elastic and ties half of her hair up. As she moves about the room doing little things here and there to finish getting ready, you wake up a little more and find yourself ready to ask the scary question. 

 

"Why didn't you kill me?"

 

She takes a moment to answer, taking a deep breath in and sighing heavily. It really starts to make your heart race. She takes heavy steps back around the bed until she stands in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest. 

 

"You're just a pawn in this fucked up game between up there and down here. You didn't do anything worth the time it would take to kill you," she explains. 

 

"What now? Do I get to go home?" You ask hopefully. Stupidly. 

 

"No," she snorts, "you're going to stay right here until I decide what to do with you." With that she starts to leave the room. 

 

"Sevika-" you start, moving to get out of the bed and follow her before she turns in the doorway to pause and look you up and down. With a cocky grin, she says your name back to you in a mocking tone. You don't realize that she's just said your name, just that you're naked in front of her and that she's eyeing you up. You scramble to pull a sheet from her bed to wrap yourself in and she starts to walk down the hall. 

 

Once you find yourself adequately covered, you rush down the hall to catch up with her. That's when it hits you that she knew your name.

 

"Wait, you know my name?" You stop in the middle of the hallway as she throws her cloak on over her shoulders, adjusting it until she's satisfied with it. 

 

"You really think that in the whole week I had you followed that I wouldn't have someone find out your name?" She deadpans. 

 

"To be fair, I didn't know I was being followed until yesterday so-"

 

"You're kidding," her face turns from deadpan to just straight up disappointed. 

 

"No! I just didn't think I had any reason for anyone to follow me," you try to explain, your face turning red in embarrassment. You feel really dumb now. She shakes her head in disbelief and runs a hand over her face.

 

"Doesn't matter now," she says and turns to walk right at you. You back up until your back hits the wall, gasping as her metal hand comes to rest on your throat. A threat. 

 

"Do not leave this apartment. Don't even think of opening the door. I will find out and you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?" Her hand tightening just enough you can feel the cool metal of her claws graze the skin of your throat. 

 

You know you're supposed to be scared. She's so tall she looms over you and her shoulders are so broad you can't see behind her. And it's supposed to intimidate you that she's got you up against the wall and her lethal prosthetic on you. But for some reason it elicits a different action. Who could've guessed? Scared and horny? Interesting combination. 

 

She scoffs as she watches your pupils grow wide. 

 

"Brat-" she starts to growl out before you find your words. 

 

"Crystal clear," you clear your throat, "I understand." 

 

She takes a second to look over your features to see if she can catch you lying, but must not find anything. Her hand drops from your throat and she turns around, moving to leave. 

 

"There's food in the kitchen. Don't go overboard, not all of us are made of money," is the last thing she leaves you with before walking out of the front door, a loud click from the lock following in the now empty apartment. 

 

You weren't expecting a kiss goodbye or anything, but really? That's what she leaves with? You roll your eyes and head back to her bedroom to see if you could find something to wear besides her sheets. You pick up your uniform with two fingers and ponder with the thought of wearing it for a moment, but decide it would probably be odd for her to come back to you dressed back in it. Something else then. A lot of her shirts are crop tops which isn't quite what you want, but you manage to find a full length shirt shoved in the back of the bottom drawer that you feel comfortable with and pull it out. It's baggy and covers you down to mid thigh. 

 

You find your panties and bra on the floor, but see they're utterly shredded and give up on that idea. You look at Sevika's dresser again but think it would be pretty weird to wear a pair of hers. You also definitely know you two wear different pant sizes, so you don't even bother. The shirt will have to be enough. You wander back out of the room and try to familiarize yourself with the layout of her apartment since you'll be staying here for a while. The only other door in the hall is the bathroom, which is a little cramped but it's clean so you don't have any complaints. 

 

The front door is right across from a... quaint, living room. You see the chair Sevika had been sitting in last night when you woke up, only it's been turned to face the other way. The other pieces of furniture in the room are a well loved love seat, coffee table, and little table with a lamp and ashtray on it. Your favorite part of the room is the window to see outside. It isn't huge and luxurious, but it's better than just having to stare at four walls. You do realize you took yours for granted though when all you can see through hers is more buildings and a part of the street, too far down to see the sky at all. 

 

Sighing a little sadly, you move on to the kitchen. There's at least good counter space, you decide. That, and the apartment smells like Sevika, but that's kind of a given. You mosey around some more, using the bathroom and thanking the gods when you find a spare toothbrush under the sink. You're about to leave the bathroom after cleaning yourself up a bit and when you look in the mirror you catch sight of the painting she had left behind on you. 

 

For the last week you had been stuck with the big eyesore from those punks in the alley, only partially blessed with little marks Sevika gave you at the base of your neck. Now though, the ugly handprints had faded and the shapes of her mouth decorated most of your neck instead. You feel a little giddy for a moment but mentally slap yourself. She's your captor! She's Silco's second in command! Who knows all what she's done. 

 

But you do what you can to survive, right? You try to think hard of 'respectable' jobs you can get in the undercity and can't really think of any. Sure, you can run a food stand or work in the mines but does that really scream Sevika? Thinking over it more, you feel more and more guilty because you realize Piltover really doesn't help as much as they should when it comes to the people down here. You start to spiral a bit when you think of how easy it is to not even consider the people down here when you're up in the golden light of Piltover. If anyone took the time to even come down here, they would see the state it was in. I mean, not even five minutes into your first trip down here did you see how bad it was, smell how awful the air quality was, lack of light, everything. No wonder they all flock to Silco for a job for some money. 

 

To stop from fully drowning in the guilt of your own ignorance, you try to entertain ideas of what Sevika would do if she had the opportunity. Maybe a mechanic? You have a very nice mental image of her sweaty and covered in grease come to mind. It's working, so you keep going. Maybe a blacksmith? In this image she's hammering some molten metal, she's sweaty again and covered in soot. Something with a uniform maybe? You entertain the idea of her wearing the enforcer's uniform. Not the dress, but the ones the armored enforcers wear, minus the helmet and mask so you could see her scowling face. She'd probably have the sleeves rolled up to show off her arms. Maybe she would arrest you for being naughty and-

 

You sigh, shoulders relaxing. Better now. You end up back in the kitchen, snooping around for something to eat. Some of it looks vaguely similar to what's in Piltover, but get too nervous to try. You do find a brand of coffee you've had before and settle on that, preparing it how you like in a chipped mug that was in the drying rack before going to the window in the living room. You start off with just sitting on the ground and people watching out the window, but after a while your legs start to cramp up so you move the chair over to the window to sit and continue watching the people mill around down below more comfortably. 

 

Hours pass, you have a couple more cups of coffee before your stomach rumbles viciously in hunger before you make yourself pick something out to try. There's something that looks like berries in the refrigerator. Upon nibbling on one and confirming they are indeed berries, you take some and go back to the window.  

 

More time passes and you wish you had something else to do. You'd already snooped earlier and unfortunately Sevika does not have any books in her apartment. There's some papers with lists and numbers on the coffee table, but you figure they're probably for the shimmer business and don't want to look too much into it. She told you not to go crazy in the kitchen, so you can't try and spend your time cooking a meal with the mystery foods. You very briefly entertain the idea of snooping through her strap collection and fucking yourself with some of them, but scold your dirty brain for even thinking of doing that while you're a prisoner. You end up back on the chair and staring out the window, well past when the neon lights come on and the more shady people come out.

 

Your eyes are drooping shut when you hear heavy steps dragging down the hallway outside the door. 

 

There'd been other sounds of people moving around in the building all day, but you sort of ignored it since none of them had her commanding presence behind them. You slowly blink and start to sit up in hopes that it's her. 

 

It's confirmed when you hear her curse and grunt a few times, the door thuds like she just fell into it. Maybe she's drunk? There's more cursing before she's able to get the lock open and stumble inside. Upon seeing her bruised and bloody face, you realize she's been in a fight and not drunk. Your worry grows when you see her metal arm hanging motionless from her shoulder. 

 

You stand up to move and help her when she looks up and levels you with a very pissed off glare. You freeze, not wanting to make her more angry. She huffs and shuffles to the kitchen. While you hear her moving in there, you go to the bathroom to grab some supplies you saw under the sink earlier when you had been snooping. You grab a milky looking salve and wet a small cloth before moving back to the living room. 

 

She's on the loveseat now, bottle of honey colored liquor in her organic hand. When she hears you again, her eyes snap to you. They aren't glaring this time, thankfully, but they're observing, waiting for you to move again. You wait, scared to make the first move. She throws her head back and chugs a few gulps of the alcohol before her head comes forward again and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

 

"What do you want?" Her voice is a little more muffled because of her swelling cheek. 

 

"Um, would it be okay if I-?" you trail off, too nervous to outright ask. You lift the small jar of salve and wet cloth and give them a little shake so she can see what you want. 

 

Her only response is a grunt. Mentally, you roll your eyes. If only she could say yes or no. 

 

When you move closer to where she's seated, she sits back and you wonder how you're meant to take care of the small wounds. She looks down at her lap before looking back up at you. This time you really do roll your eyes. 

 

You're slow as you move to perch yourself on her lap, placing your knees on the cushion on either side of her hips. You keep most of your weight on your knees just in case her legs got hurt at all. She doesn't provide any sort of indication that they are, so you settle a little more but still hold yourself up a bit just in case. You peak up through your eyelashes for any sign she's about to kick you off, she just takes another few chugs of the liquor before her eyes settle back on yours. Watching you closely. 

 

You hold your breath when you lean forward to view the wounds better. You've made a couple of gentle wipes of the cool and wet cloth on her face before either of you says anything. 

 

"I'm assuming the other person looks worse?" you try to ask playfully. 

 

"Obviously," she grumbles. 

 

Your attempt at lightening the mood falls flat so you just keep working. Once you've cleaned the blood and dirt from the cuts and splits in her skin, you open the jar and gingerly dip your fingers in to collect some of the salve onto your fingertips. With gentle touches, you tenderly blot it onto the worst bits. The whole time you wait for Sevika to hiss or flinch in pain, but she sits still the entire time. When you finish with her face, you realize the hair on the sides of her head are a little matted with blood as well. 

 

"Gods," you whisper, sitting up a bit so you can take a look at the wounds. They almost match, and they look like they're from someone slamming her head into a wall. You take a quick look into her eyes to see if you can tell if she's concussed, but you're no doctor. You have no clue what to look for. She was able to get back to her apartment alright so her head must be thick enough that it didn't damage her too much. 

 

"One sec," you mutter as you slide off her lap, going to rinse the cloth in the bathroom sink. Once you wash off as much of the blood as you can, you squeeze some of the water out making sure it's still wet enough to clean her other wounds. 

 

You make it back and instead of getting on her lap you settle one knee on the love seat so you can be more on one side for the first side you want to clean up. Sevika isn't having it though and sets her liquor down before grabbing you with her flesh arm and parking you right in the center of her lap. You squirm for a second because you don't want to worsen any injuries you might not be able to see, but she squeezes her arm around you until you still. 

 

"I'm trying to clean your-" 

 

"Is that my shirt?" she asks, the corners of her lips turning up. Even beaten up, her lips manage to curl into that smirk that simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on.

 

"You're definitely concussed," you mumble mostly to yourself. You move the cloth to to the right side of her head before she turns her head so you can't get to it. 

 

"Is it?"

 

"What?"

 

"My shirt," she supplies. 

 

It's your turn to deadpan. 

 

"Yes, it's yours."

 

"Mm. It suits you," her words start to slur off as her eyes begin to close. 

 

"Oh, no no no. Get up," you try to shake her head as it tilts off to the side. Again, no doctor, but you're pretty sure she isn't supposed to fall asleep. After a few more unsuccessful tries of getting her to open her eyes, you decide that if she's going to sleep it should at least be in her bed. 

 

Now, Sevika is a very tall, muscular lady. A terrible combo for someone who isn't used to lifting people. You have one of her arms over your shoulder as you carry(drag) her to her room. By some will, and more time than you would like to admit, you are able to get her into her bed. You tug her boots off and set them on the floor by the end of the bed. She's missing her cloak from this morning so you don't have to take that off. You conclude that you two aren't close enough for you to change her into something more comfortable, so cleaning her head wounds will be the last you do before you leave her to rest. 

 

She isn't moving her head away from you anymore, so you gently wipe at the matted blood on the sides of her head until it's gone. You add some of the salve to those spots too before finishing up. You cover her with the sheet you were wearing this morning and slip quietly from the room. 

 

Before you go to sleep, you use some soap and clean the rag off before hanging it to dry. You put away the salve and move to the living room. You find the big bottle of golden alcohol on the coffee table. After getting a whiff, you realize it's the caramel one that is embedded into Sevika's scent. Maybe it'll be sweeter than the kind you had at The Last Drop? 

 

The swig you take quickly proves you wrong and you splutter openly as you're not trying to impress anyone. Instead of tasting like just plain fuel, it's like a sprinkle of sugar was added to the fuel. Bleh. 

 

You put the stopper into the top and put it back on the counter in the kitchen before walking back to the love seat. You stop between the entrance and the living room and let your thoughts race for a second. 

 

Sevika is unconscious, definitely unable to keep you from leaving. You could run. 

 

Your gaze slides to the front door as it calls to you. Beckoning you. You tip toe to it. 

 

What if something happens though? What if she is badly hurt and needs help when she wakes? What if she dies because she needed help but you ran off? 

 

What if she isn't? What if when she wakes and finds you gone, she is very clear headed and finds and kills you? 

 

Neither option interests you. So you stay. 

 

You walk back to the living room and curl up on the seat you pushed by the window, staring out at the people below until your eyes fall shut.

 

You fall asleep cold, uncomfortable, and alone. 

 

Notes:

If you couldn't tell, this is supposed to be Sevika returning back from her fight with Vi lol. Like gyat damn babes, you got your head slammed multiple times into straight concrete. Praise be reader for being a lil nurse in training teehee :P

I'd love to hear what you think! <3<3<3

Chapter 2

Summary:

Enjoy!

Sevika moving around the apartment wakes you up.

 

It isn't as pleasant of a wakeup as you had yesterday. Your muscles are sore in the wrong ways this morning and it feels like you hardly slept.

 

Groaning, you uncurl your legs from up on the chair and hiss as your knees crack when you stretch your legs out. You're still cold, never having warmed up while sleeping. Once she leaves the apartment you'll make some more coffee to warm up, and maybe go hop into her bed and hope that will help get rid of the chill you feel. Until then, you wrap your arms around yourself and clutch at the shirt you wear in hopes it might magically warm up somehow. 

 

"I didn't need your help," Sevika says as she stands by the entrance of the living room, fixing you with a firm stare. 

 

You're not really surprised you don't get a thank you. 

 

You look over at her, checking over her body to see if you can tell if there's any lasting damage. She's standing tall and looks much better than she had last night, definitely okay. 

 

"Hm. That salve you have works pretty well, your face already looks much better," you notice. 

 

She rolls her eyes and moves to the kitchen. She moves around in there for a while, you think you hear her eat something but it's a little hard to tell. You go back to staring out the window. 

 

"Did you eat anything yesterday?" Sevika calls out before you hear her footsteps making their way back to where you are. She had taken note of how there weren't any dirty dishes in the sink or any different ones in the drying rack besides her chipped mug. 

 

"Berries and coffee," you supply. You wish you had the energy to maybe be a little more playful, maybe get her to give you some attention before she leaves or maybe convince her to stay here with you for the day so it's not as boring. Unfortunately your poor sleep and lack of energy from having so little to eat yesterday leaves you pretty lethargic. 

 

"I didn't tell you to starve yourself," she sighs, rubbing her hand over her face like you're some troublesome child. 

 

"You told me not to go crazy, so I didn't. I also don't really know what a lot of that stuff is," you move your hands so instead of holding the shirt you put them under your thighs, hoping they'll warm up faster that way. 

 

"I can't stay around and babysit, I have enough of that to do outside of this. Eat an actual meal or two today."

 

You hum in response, she stays silent for a moment but you see she has something she's going to ask. 

 

"Did that worm say anything else about sending other enforcers down here?" 

 

"Marcus? No, he said it was just going to be me since sending too many doesn't work out," you respond, curious as to where she's going with this. Were there enforcers down here? Were they looking for you?

 

She gets a contemplative look on her face, she obviously wants to ask you more questions but wonders if you even know anything about it. 

 

"It's a blue haired girl, about your age. She's with someone else, but I doubt you know who it is."

 

Blue haired enforcer girl, your age? You know exactly who that is. 

 

"Caitlyn? Marcus wouldn't send Caitlyn down here," you look down at the ground and feel the cogs in your tired mind begin to move. 

 

"Anything I should know about this 'Caitlyn'?" You hear Sevika start to walk over to you. 

 

"If she's down here, it isn't because Marcus sent her. She's a Kiramman, like Councilor Kiramman. That's her mom. She would have Marcus' head if he gave Caitlyn any task beyond guarding a pet store," you start to ramble, the cogs moving faster. 

 

Sevika stays quiet as she watches you think it out. 

 

"She likes to investigate things on her own though, she's bright. She was investigating the airship after... well, you know, after what happened," you shoot a look up and see Sevika has a very bored look on her face. She very much wants you to get to the point already. 

 

"Anyways, if she's down here, it is by no order than by her own will. She's acting independently, not by the sheriff's command," you finish. 

 

"Fantastic," Sevika sighs out sarcastically. 

 

She turns to leave before you find yourself with a little spurt of energy, not ready for her to leave yet. 

 

"Wait!" You stand up quickly. Your legs wobble for a second so you grab the chair for support before you're sure you can walk. It's a little odd, you've had poor sleep and even poorer eating habits before when you got too focused on work but you never really got weak legs when standing too quickly. It's easy to ignore though, it's probably just because you slept in a chair. 

 

Sevika's eyes catch the wobble too, but she also ignores it when you make your way over. 

 

"I can't stay and entertain you, princess," she huffs, ready to leave without hearing you out. 

 

"I know I'm not really in the position to make requests, but can you please get me some books or something? Please? Maybe some of my clothes too? There isn't anything to do and I can't keep wearing this shirt," you try to ask as nicely as possible in hopes you can appeal to her nice side that you've seen peak out. 

 

"You don't like wearing my shirt?" her lips turn upward in a grin and she saunters back closer to you. 

 

"That's not-" 

 

"And you don't like my strap collection? Surely you could have some fun stretching yourself out for me so we can just get right into it next time?" Her organic hand lands on your waist, sliding down to your ass before giving it a teasing squeeze over the shirt that covers it. 

 

You manage to bite back the whine that rises in your throat, you wish you could muster up a glare to make her take you more seriously but fail.

 

"What's the point if I just end up dry before you get back?" you manage to sass even though your face doesn't really match the tone. 

 

She opens her mouth to provide a smart reply but you interrupt. 

 

"Please, Sevika?" 

 

You can tell she was already in a rush, so when she pulls away you're disappointed but not surprised. 

 

A grunt is the only response you receive before she walks out and the door closes with a resounding click as the lock falls back into place. 

 

You groan obnoxiously out into the now empty apartment. Here goes to another day of nothing. 

 

---

 

Upon her request, you scrounge up a breakfast and eat it with your coffee. You make sure to clean all the dishes and put them in the drying rack once you're done before going back to the window to people watch, deciding to just grab a sheet from the bed to wrap around you rather than to fall asleep there. 

 

Surprisingly, it doesn't take Sevika all day to come back. It only ends up being a couple of hours. 

 

Only this time when you hear her footsteps coming towards the door, they're angry. 

 

The lock of the door clicks open and she comes inside, immediately moving to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her when she gets in. You can hear her cursing and growling from inside the bathroom. 

 

Do you dare ask her what's wrong?

 

After a couple of minutes of her in there and it sounding like she punched the mirror you decide to investigate. You're groggy when you shuffle to the bathroom door, you feel sluggish and your head feels oddly heavy. You really should try and get some sleep later. 

 

You let your knuckles rap softly against the wood of the door and ask, "are you okay?"

 

Even your voice is a little nasally. Maybe you're coming down with something. 

 

"Fuck off," Sevika seethes through the door. 

 

You flinch at the tone of her voice but your sleep deprived mind doesn't take a hint. 

 

"Can I help?" 

 

The door swings open and you can see flecks of bright neon paint on different parts of her face and body. She seems to have gotten most of it off as you can only vaguely see the designs and shapes the paint used to swirl into. 

 

She glares down at you and her nostrils flare in fury. 

 

"Move," she growls, hardly allowing you enough time to back up. 

 

She decks her shoulder into yours when she passes you to go to her room to change. 

 

For some reason, the move is hard enough that you fall back into the wall behind you. You realize it wasn't so much that the shove was that rough, just that you weren't prepared and your tired body doesn't move fast enough to catch yourself. 

 

After a moment, you stumble back to the living room to your chair with a sniffle, trying not to cry. 

 

You don't feel good and Sevika is angry with you now. Fantastic. 

 

Once she's changed, she goes back to the bathroom and tries one last time to scrub the remaining paint off. 

 

From the other room, she hears you softly call out something about using a little bit of oil. Of fucking course, as soon as she uses some it takes the rest of the paint off. She's pissed off that you were right and that it works. 

 

She leaves the bathroom and stands by the entryway of the living room, letting her eyes settle on you. Her icy glare not having calmed from a couple of minutes ago. 

 

"I won't be back for a couple of days. There's enough food in the kitchen to hold you over," and with no further flourish, Sevika exits the apartment. 

 

And she wasn't lying. You're left alone for what feels like weeks, even though only a few days have passed. You decide to try and spend some of the time napping in her bed, but it doesn't quite work out like you want.

 

Your sleep doesn't improve. Neither does the slump it feels like your body is in. You must be getting sick or something because your head stays in a foggy state, your thoughts all muddling together. It gets harder to breathe too, it seems. You would say it's because you're congested, but the pressure isn't on your nose like it would be if you were congested. No, the pressure sits in your chest and throat instead. 

 

After the second day of her not coming back, you can't bring yourself to get out of the bed to go to the kitchen and make yourself something. Your body feels like it's hundreds of pounds heavier and it would be like lifting a building to try and move it. You feel so terrible you could cry, but it would take too much energy to even do that. 

 

On the third day, it feels like you're on your last leg. Like you're about to take your last breath and die. 

 

You force yourself to roll out of the bed, hardly groaning when you hit the floor. It's your last spout of energy. 

 

Somehow you manage to crawl from her room, down the hall, and to the front door. It doesn't matter if she finds out that you left, you can't sit and wait to die in her apartment by suffocation. You can only hope the first person you come across will either be generous enough to take you back topside or kill you on the spot.  Only that doesn't matter either. You reach up to twist the door handle only for it to not turn. It's locked. 

 

You look further up the door and see a keyhole, no lock in sight. Ah. It seems you were meant to die here. You whimper in anguish at the tightness in your chest and throat. Maybe some water will help? Next you drag yourself to the kitchen in hopes of fixing a glass of water to see if it soothes your throat. Your energy runs out as soon as you reach the sink. Your last move is reaching for the counter to try and pull yourself up, but your arm drops back down and your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

 

You feel yourself gasping, but your mind is already starting to slip away. 

 

Notes:

Ooooo I know there was more mean Sevika in this one but I promise it gets better soon. Very soon!

I'd love to hear your thoughts! <3<3<3

Chapter 3

Notes:

Yooooo I just realized that I haven't changed the dates on the chapters to be more recent than when I wrote them so they push it farther back on the Sevika/Reader page when I post them. It takes me a while to edit them so it takes me a bit longer to update the works. Oh well.

Here's another one for ya!

Sevika isn't upset with you, she decides later on that same day after she's told Silco to let Jinx come to him. Or at the very least she has no right to be.

 

She's the one who locked you in her apartment with nothing to do, no clothes of your own to wear, no one to talk to. She doesn't get the chance to go back to the apartment and apologize for another couple of days though when Silco finally gives her a chance to break and breathe from chasing the topsider and Vi. 

 

Before she heads back, she takes a trip up to Piltover to your apartment. If she doesn't have to spend any extra money than she needs then she won't. Hence, getting clothes and items that you already have. She's met with the familiar sight of your door, only there's enforcer-symbol stamped tape going across your door. She sighs in slight annoyance, of course she's going to have to add Marcus knowing about your disappearance to her plate now. She's sure she and Silco are going to have another meeting with him very soon if he's smart enough to know where to look for you. 

 

She shucks the tape away and walks into your apartment, finding your biggest suitcase and shoving it full of different things you may want or need. Ideally, Sevika knows you'd probably want multiple suitcases full of your shit brought to her apartment. But she needs to get back to the undercity without having looked like she just robbed a boutique so she settles on the one big one. It's dark outside so she doesn't need to worry too much, it's not like the enforcer's would or could catch her anyways. She snickers to herself as she makes sure to pack some more of your frilly lingerie too. Sure, it's for you. But she'll enjoy it too. 

 

The suitcase is heavy when she's done, so packed full that it bulges and hardly clamps shut. 

 

Sevika doesn't really do apologies, so she hopes this will suffice. 

 

When she finally makes it through the door of her apartment, her improved mood drops instantly. The hair on the back of her neck rises as she feels like something is wrong. 

 

The apartment is dark and cold, and she doesn't see you on the chair you've commandeered for your entertainment. The door shuts behind her and she drops the suitcase in front of it, heading to the room to see if you're in the bed. You're not. She checks the bathroom next but you aren't there either. There isn't a lot of space in her apartment so the next thought to cross her mind is that you escaped. 

 

Her teeth grind together so loud it sounds like they could crack. You little shit. How dare you. 

 

She's stomping back to the front door when she catches little wheezes coming from the kitchen. She closes the distance between the front door and kitchen quickly, cursing when she finds your limp body curled up on the tiles. 

 

Sevika lands hard on her knees when she reaches for you, lifting you up into her arms. What did you do?

 

She doesn't find any self inflicted wounds on you, but she can hear the way your breathing sounds grated and painful. 

 

Your eyes flutter open when you feel warmth envelop you. At first you think you're dead. But upon opening your eyes and seeing Sevika's wide eyes on you and the pain aching in your chest you realize you're still alive. 

 

"What's wrong?" Sevika grounds out, unsure what is happening to you. 

 

You open your mouth but only wheezes escape. One last loud gasp escapes you in hopes of catching a breath but your head lolls back when the air doesn't fill your lungs correctly. 

 

Suddenly your crackled breathing brings Sevika back to recently when she and Silco had that meeting with the chem barons. How they filled the room with the dirty air from the fissures. You were suffocating, your body not used to breathing the air down here for such a long period of time. 

 

She quickly pulls her oxygen filter out from her back pocket and guides it over your mouth. 

 

"Breathe!" Sevika demands when your chest doesn't move. She pushes the mask further over your nose and mouth and gives you a vigorous shake to try and force the filtered air into your lungs. She's lucky it even works. 

 

Your eyes shoot open as you gulp in the clean air, your hands come to grasp onto the flesh one holding the mask to your face. Your eyes go half lidded when you calm down a bit and your body gets a good fill of oxygen. Sevika holds you the whole time, looking over your frail body as you come back to yourself.

 

When she moves to pull her hand away from the mask, you make a noise of discontentment. You aren't strong enough to keep her hand there, and she pulls it away. She leaves the mask on your face and moves her organic arm to slide under your bare legs so she can lift you. You don't fight when she lifts you into her arms and stands, carrying you to her room. 

 

Your eyes stay on her face the whole time, missing your suitcase by the door and instead focusing on her glum face. She slowly sets you down onto the bed and sees how one of the sheets is on the ground and looks like it had been pulled towards the doorway of the room. Had you dragged yourself from the bed? 

 

Sevika curses herself out in her head at not thinking about this possibility and pulls her arms out from under you, trying to make sure her prosthetic doesn't catch or scrape you. She's going to go grab you some pajamas from your bag so she can change you out of her one baggy shirt that you're still wearing when you grab her metal hand. She looks down at you and sees tears pooling in your eyes. 

 

With the hand not grabbing hers, you knock the mask off your face and choke out "please don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone anymore." Your words are followed by more raspy gasps and Sevika kneels down beside the bed to put the mask back over your nose and mouth. 

 

"I'm just going to get you a change of clothes," she promises, keeping her eyes leveled with yours. 

 

You shake your head as vigorously as you can, giving her metal hand a squeeze. She can't really feel it, but she can hear the metal clinking from your weak squeeze. 

 

"Fine," she sighs. She supposes it's only fair, seeing as how she left you alone for three whole days to almost suffocate and die. She's going to have to do a little more than just bring you a suitcase to fix this one. 

 

You visibly relax, muscles unclenching and your body going limp against the bed. Your eyes shut and your chest eventually slows as your breaths even out. After a while, Sevika's knees hurt from kneeling by the bed but you quickly fall asleep so she doesn't have to wait too long. Your grip on her more dangerous hand doesn't diminish though, almost gripping it tight enough that the metal could dig into your skin and cut you. 

 

She figures you must not have been able to clean yourself in your state as your skin has a sort of waxy glaze to it that may be more typical of Zaunites, but not what you ever had as a Piltie. And it's not exactly that you stink, but you definitely smell of a heavier musk that confirms that you haven't showered. She'll wait until you wake for her to offer to help you with that. 

 

She slowly pries your fingers from her prosthetic with her flesh hand and waits as you reach back out for her before you settle and just grab the sheets instead. With her hands free, she leaves the room to go collect your suitcase. When she makes it back to the room, your eyes are cracked open and looking for her. 

 

"Go to sleep," Sevika grumbles. You seemed like you were falling asleep just fine a minute ago, why are you back up?

 

"It's cold," you complain. Sevika's lucky she can even hear you, your voice muffled from the mask and quiet from you being weak. When she doesn't make any more moves, you manage to lift your arms a little bit and make grabby hands at her. 

 

"Not happening," she looks away from you and moves to set the suitcase down. Your brain somewhat processes it but you focus on her more. 

 

You're stubborn, so you try to get out of the bed to grab her but she's already pushing you down before you can get back up. She fixes you with a firm look but you ignore it. Grabbing her organic hand as it pushes your shoulder down into the bed, you reach up and take a hold of her arm. It's then that Sevika notices your skin actually is cold, colder than it should be. She curses under her breath and prepares to go to her closet to grab another blanket when you start whining. 

 

"Lay down with me, please? I promise to never ask for anything again."

 

Sevika highly doubts that. 

 

"So needy," she groans, rolling her eyes as she pushes you over so she can get into the bed. 

 

"S' your fault," you slur as you latch your arms around her middle once she's close enough, shoving your head into her side to try and steal some of her warmth away. 

 

Sevika thinks you mean because she's keeping you down here. You just mean because she left you alone for three days. You're probably a little delusional at this point, but you really do like her. Whether that means just an infatuation or you're actually developing feelings, you're unsure. But you know for certain that you like being in her presence even if she's a hard ass because at least she makes you feel alive. 

 

"Go to sleep," she repeats and wraps an arm around you to help warm you up. When you snuggle your covered face farther into her side and let your muscles relax she lets her mind start to race again. 

 

She shouldn't care as much as she does. You pretty much stand for everything she hates. But you're kind of like a parasite, bleeding into her life and attaching to her. Though, she can't put the full blame on you. She did kidnap you and lock you in her apartment, so there's that. And she fucked you and made plans to do so again, hence the lingerie. 

 

She looks down at your sleeping face and curses herself vehemently. 

 

What has she gotten herself into?

 

Notes:

Ooo cliffhanger~

I'd love to hear what you think<3<3<3

Chapter 4

Marcus has never had such a bad set of days in a row in his life. 

 

Back when Grayson died and Silco took over for Vander in the undercity was the last time it had been almost as bad. Suddenly he had the weight of being sheriff on his plate and was under Silco's thumb before he could even make a difference like he had wanted. 

 

It felt worse this time. He'd lost half a dozen enforcers on Progress Day on top of there being a shimmer bust at the Hexgates, Jayce Talis wonder boy becoming a councilor and having him do things that would be against what Silco wants. More and more things stack on his plate and it seems like the tower is just about ready to tip. 

 

It's after he's gone down to the undercity to tell Silco Jinx is out of control that he remembers he's ordered you to stay in your apartment. He figures he's already out; he might as well go check on you before he has to set up the funeral arrangements for his fallen enforcers. 

 

After he's been knocking for a couple of minutes for no response, he knows he's about to add another problem to the pile. And this issue he'll have no one else to blame but himself. He tries the handle and sure enough, your front door is unlocked. He walks in only to very quickly notice there are no lights on and it's unnaturally quiet. Everything is so still he could have heard a pin drop. He heads into your apartment slowly, listening for any sort of threat. He's gone through your whole apartment with no signs of life before he starts to turn lights on to check for any signs if you left willingly or not. Mostly everything seems in place. It's only once he's back in the kitchen that he finds claw marks on the island. He can tell they aren't from a knife missing the cutting board because they're in an almost perfect row, only they're slightly different lengths because of how they're lined up. Like if they had been from clawed fingers. Silco has several people who work under him with augmented bodies, including prosthetic limbs. Sevika and Ran are the first he can think of, two of Silco's heaviest hitters. 

 

He likes to think he'd been holding himself together pretty well throughout everything, excluding his reasonable small outburst during his joke of a meeting with Silco. Really? Some money for the families? He should have killed that slimy bastard for even offering such a thing. 

 

So when he shouts and curses for a solid minute into the aloneness of your apartment, can he really be blamed?

 

Once he gets it all out, he takes a couple of deep breaths to recompose himself. He has things to do. 

 

When he's about to leave he sees a little bit of blood on the front door and your cap on top of the coat hanger. He gathers you must have gotten home and only managed to take it off before running into whoever got you. Maybe had a chase through the kitchen where they jumped the island to get to you. But you must've made it back to the front door before they caught and subdued you. After he gets back to his office he'll send some of his detectives over to do a more in depth investigation and look for more clues that might help him find you. 

 

He wasn't going to lose another enforcer.

 

---

 

A few days pass and his plate doesn't empty at all. In fact, it only grows fuller. 

 

Jayce and the rest of the council are demanding solutions that he can't provide, not because he doesn't have them but because he can't. He's been back to the undercity to confront Silco and for half a moment thought about blowing the both of them up with Jinx's grenade. Only he didn't. He kicks himself when he's on the ride back up that he didn't think to ask about you. 

 

It is a little odd though. If Silco did know about you and had you in his possession, why hadn't he brought it up to Marcus? At the very least why hadn't he interrogated him about how he'd sent an enforcer down to spy on his shimmer operations? It doesn't make sense. Unless he doesn't know about you? But that makes even less sense. Maybe Silco's waiting for Marcus to bring you up to make him explain for himself why you had been down there in the first place?

 

He feels a headache forming and pinches the bridge of his nose.  

 

Silco knows about Caitlin already, which he had to explain wasn't his doing. But you, you seem to have not even touched Silco's radar. Why?

 

The questions only grow and rattle around in his head. 

 

He ultimately decides he'll send some enforcers to Zaun to look for you, not undercover. If Silco asks-which he will- he'll have them say they're investigating something unrelated. Or maybe he'll just have them refer to himself. 

 

There isn't exactly any other way to find you. He can't just keep putting you on the back burner while the tensions rise between Piltover and Zaun or else you'll disappear completely. And again, it's his fault. He sent you to the undercity to snoop around and obviously you'd caught the attention of someone, if not Silco. Briefly he remembers how scared you had been and how you said you would be signing your own death certificate. He only hopes it hasn't gone that far yet, that there's still time to find you alive.

 

Perhaps it was one of the chembarons? Or a rival of Silco who also manufactures shimmer that you may have discovered? There's too many people it can or cannot be. It's why Marcus will have to delegate his enforcers for different things. He'd already had some investigate your apartment and block it off as a crime scene. Ultimately, the next step is to have a search party look for you in the undercity. It most certainly will piss Silco off, but it might mean Marcus will get closer to finding you. 

 

It isn't until a couple of days later when one of your neighbors comes to the station to fill out a report about someone having broken into your apartment that he gets anywhere with your case. 

 

Chapter 5

Sevika wakes up a couple of hours later, surprised she even fell asleep next to you.

 

That shock only grows more so when she looks down and sees how your arms are still wrapped around her abdomen and your head is now on her chest, one of your legs over hers. She remembers how you had done so before she'd succumbed to sleep, but is more so surprised that she hadn't pushed you off between then and now. The mask must have gotten knocked off somewhere in the time that the both of you had fallen asleep, your lips slightly parted and a soft wheezy breath escaping with each hitch of your shoulders is audible. She feels around the sheets until her hand bumps into the mask and lifts it to your face, adjusting it until it fits right and can stay on without her having to keep holding it. 

 

It's been a long time since she's shared a bed like this. Sure, she's spent plenty of time in some of the beds at the brothel. But that was for activities not involving sleep. 

 

Come to think of it, Sevika can't ever remember a time she had shared a bed with a partner for sleep. She hadn't been in any serious enough relationships for anything like that, most of her time having been spent fighting to survive and for the underground leaving none for a significant other. Which is why she preferred the brothel. Her flings helped her get her fix of sex and made it so she wasn't touch starved, it made it so she didn't need to worry about any liabilities. But now there's you. 

 

You, who had wormed your way in and mixed everything up. Maybe she should have killed you back when she had found out who you were. Things have become too complicated now, though. It's not that simple anymore.

 

The next thing she has to worry about it untangling herself from you. You've basically attached yourself to her. 

 

It's a quick process. She starts with lifting your arm that's over her stomach up and off, then pushing your leg off of hers and swiftly gets out of the bed. It's a little worrying that you don't startle, the only sign you're somewhat aware is how your fingers slowly curl into the warmth of the sheets from where her body had just been. 

 

Using the back of her organic hand, she feels the temperature of your forehead. It's still not as warm as she knows you can be, but it's not as cold as it had been when she had last checked. 

 

Sevika's not really used to taking care of someone else besides herself, so she tries to think of what she should do next. She knows she needs to bring your temperature up, but she also knows you haven't eaten or cleaned yourself in a couple of days. Should she do one of those first?

 

With the low purple glow from the shimmer in her prosthetic arm, she catches the slight greasy cast of your skin. She remembers how she was going to wait until you woke up, but wonders if she should just do it while you're still pliable so it can be a faster and less awkward process. It takes a few moments of her thinking through all the possibilities of what to do before her worry takes over again and the way you're breathing still seems so shallow and you're so quiet is beginning to make her anxious. She decides the best course of action is to awaken you.

 

When she's leaning over to get your attention, an annoying thought comes to mind. Why does she care so much? She doesn't even have a plan for you yet, but she can't(doesn't want) to let you go back topside just yet. But if keeping you down here is going to cause problems like this- to your health or otherwise- she's going to need to set more time aside to come and check on you, to be with you. 

 

'Be with you?' Sevika pulls away from your body and scoffs to herself. What is she? Some sort of fool? 

 

She's going to have to take the time to figure out what this all means. She already knows it's going to be something you ask when you wake up. 

 

You're nosy like that.

 

It's something she'll save for later. Before rousing you, she leans forward to turn your body so you're on your back instead of your side. The movement knocks the mask off again so she decides to hold it there for a few moments until she's sure it won't come off again. 

 

"Wake up."

 

After a couple of more tries, she sees your eyelids twitch and begin to open. 

 

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but when they do you see Sevika's frowning face over yours. 

 

Waking up still doesn't feel great, but it's definitely better when it's in her company. Your muscles ache in protest as you slowly start to move your limbs and you realize her hand is holding the mask over your face. It must have gotten knocked off in your sleep. While uncomfortable, your body feels much more like your own than it had the last couple of days. It felt like you could actually breathe again, even if it was because of the mask. 

 

You had hoped that when you woke it would be in Sevika's arms, but being met with the sight of her face isn't all that bad either. 

 

"You need to eat. Do you think you could manage to clean yourself while I make something?" Her frown turns into a more worried look, and one of her brows raises as she asks you this. 

 

Instead of giving her an immediate response, you try to sit up first to gauge your strength. The last time you had moved on your own was to drag yourself from this room. It seems you wouldn't be able to do much more than the same as you struggle to even sit up in bed. You shake your head and let your head fall back into the pillow. 

 

"Alright. Stay here then. I'll help you shower once I've fed you," she sighs and moves to leave the room. 

 

"No," you finally manage. With wobbly arms you try to push yourself into an upright position and try to move your legs to hang off the side of the bed. Somehow it feels like one of the hardest things you've ever had to do. 

 

Before you're able to get too far along in your venture, she's pushing you back to the bed; covering you with the sheet and tucking the edges in to make it more difficult for you to get up. 

 

"Stay put," Sevika grunts and turns around again. 

 

Obviously you try to get up from the bed when she goes to leave the room. It takes more effort than you would've liked. Your muscles feel like they've been sopped in glue and your skin feels all wrong. Yet, you push on. You're determined not to be stuck in this room or alone so long as you are able to move. The sight of you struggling to get off the bed has her huffing and going back to you to get you back down.

 

"What did I just say?"

 

Ignoring her, you use a mix of kicking and pushing until the sheets don't cover you anymore and roll to get out of the bed. Her metal hand presses into your hip and stops you from getting any further. 

 

"Sevika," your voice comes out whiney and a little scratchy. You don't want to stay in this bed anymore. 

 

"I'm not about to carry you around like a child. Just stay here."

 

What was the point? Why are you here? You don't know if you're going stir crazy or what it is, but you're finding yourself fed up with all of this. If she wasn't going to turn you over to Silco, what was the point? If she wasn't going to kill you for your snooping, what was the point? If she was just going to complain about how she has to take care of you or blah blah blah, what was the point??

 

"Just-" you huff exasperatedly, "don't even worry about it. Go back to Silco or the brothel or something. I'd rather be alone than hear about how much of a hassle it is to take care of me." 

 

"I think you're forgetting this is where I live-"

 

"Then let me go. I'll leave and never come back. Hell, I won't even be an enforcer anymore. I just don't get what you want from me and if it's such a bother that I can't read your mind and do things how you want them, then just get rid of me already," you work yourself up enough that you're weakly pushing her prosthetic off of your hip and rolling over to the other side of the bed to get up where she isn't blocking you. You get as far as your toes brushing against the floor before she's in front of you again. 

 

"It's not that simple, brat," Sevika lets both of her hands fall to your shoulders and the weight of them is enough to keep you still. 

 

You glare up at her. You know it'll probably piss her off if you tell her to make it simple, so you don't say it out loud. She doesn't elaborate further and seems to be waiting for you to respond as she just stares down at you with a carefully guarded look on her face. Finally, you think of what to say. 

 

"What do you want?" 

 

"Huh?"

 

"What do you want, Sevika?" It's your turn to sigh at her. She doesn't seem to understand the question because she just stares at you with an eyebrow raised. 

 

"Why do you want me here?" You elaborate. 

 

"I don't want you here-"

 

"Then what? What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?" You push on, taking off your mask for her to be able to hear you better. 

 

"You ask too many questions," she huffs, taking a step back and dropping her hands from your shoulders. 

 

"And you don't give enough answers," you mumble, attempting to get up again with no luck. 

 

Sevika looks away to the door for a second and flattens out her face. It's already hard enough to figure out what she's feeling so you aren't exactly grateful for the action. It only frustrates you more. You wish you could get mad and yell, beg, scream, something. Instead, you feel tears well up in your eyes in response to your body being too tired to do anything else but being so confused about the situation as well as your brush with death. You've never been so out of control of your life and it's difficult to navigate this... thing, with Sevika. You have this infatuation with her even though you really shouldn't, she's kidnapped you and almost left you to die-albeit not purposefully, and no matter what she seems like this immovable force and for the life of you you can't understand why you're here and what's the point. 

 

When she hears you sniffle, she turns her head back to look at your face. You quickly lift the mask back up to cover the bottom half of your face, then you lay back on the bed and roll over so she can't see the tears. It's only fair, she doesn't let you see her emotions. So why should she get to see yours? 

 

"I'll stay in bed," you ground out, trying to firm up your voice enough that it should cover the shakiness. 

 

She takes a moment to leave. You hear her clothes shift as she seems to step back towards the bed, but she seems to change her mind and you hear her exit the room. You take the time alone to take the mask back off and cry quietly, it ends up not being that long but it's enough. You use the collar of the shirt to wipe your nose and eyes when you hear her coming back. 

 

This time she helps you sit up, setting a pillow upright behind you so you can lean back against the headboard. On your lap she sets a plate of food and a fork. There's what seems like some scrambled eggs and toast in a small portion. It isn't anything extravagant, but the smell and sight of food is enough that your stomach rumbles loudly in response. 

 

"It isn't a lot, but I don't know what your stomach can handle right now so let's start with this," Sevika's voice is audible but your attention is completely on the food and you have half a mind to just eat it with your fingers. In the end you pick up the fork and use it to scoop the eggs easier. 

 

You wish there was a little more seasoning and more food, but she did mention she was trying to keep in mind the state of your stomach. And are you really in the position to complain? She didn't have to make you anything or take care of you at all. You try to not let those thoughts bring you down too much and focus on finishing up the food. You pause when your throat dries up and you look over to her holding a cup of water you completely missed before. With a quick mumbled thanks, you take it from her hand and guzzle it down before she can even tell you to drink it slowly. You set the now empty glass next to you and finish the rest of the plate.

 

It's quiet for a moment as you swallow the last mouthful of food, you thank her again and keep your eyes down on the empty plate instead of looking at her. Sevika finds herself about to ask if you want more but you find your voice first. 

 

"Can you-um... Would it be too much to ask if you could help me shower? Please?" 

 

She doesn't answer you right away, instead picking up the now empty plate and glass and leaving the room again. It's then that your eyes catch your suitcase. It's your biggest one, and its bulging like it's been overpacked. 

 

Sevika had really gone to your apartment and got some of your stuff? 

 

It certainly isn't something you expected, but it makes your chest warm. Shakily, you move from the bed and over to the suitcase. When your legs begin to wobble and you're at risk of falling, an arm wraps around your waist and holds you up. 

 

"Do you not have patience?" Sevika chastises softly. 

 

Your eyes draw up to hers and she finds you have that moony look on your face again. 

 

"You got some of my things?" You turn a little more in her arms so your hands can grasp at her sides. 

 

"Yeah yeah. Let's not make this into something it's not," she rolls her eyes and lifts you into her arms before you can think too much about it. Which you could, but being carried by her trumps all your other thoughts so it's a smart move. 

 

She carries you to the bathroom and sets you on the counter of the sink so she can turn the water in the shower on. 

 

"You good with me helping? Or do you think you've got it?" Sevika asks once she turns back to you. 

 

As much as you'd love to just soak in hot water for hours to make up for your lack of showering the last couple of days, you know you wouldn't be able to stand that long with as weak as you currently are. And you'd actually like to get clean, so you'd appreciate her help since she's offering it. 

 

"Yes, please," you fumble with the hem of the shirt and wonder if you should wait to take it off. 

 

"Please, what?" She wonders if you mean for her to help or for her to leave you be. 

 

"I'd like it if you'd help me," you look up and when you catch her icy eyes you look back at the shirt. Sevika doesn't really offer a response, but you see her moving in your peripheral and you grow curious.

 

She starts by taking her clothes off, which surprises you. You thought you'd be the only one getting naked. She catches your wide eyes and huffs out a laugh. It's not anything you haven't seen before, and yet you look so astonished. 

 

"I'm not about to get water everywhere. How else am I supposed to clean you if I'm not in there too?" 

 

You shrug and try not to ogle her so obviously, lifting the borrowed shirt over your head and throwing it down on the pile where her clothes were. 

 

Once the water has warmed up, she lifts you from the counter and into the shower. It's a little embarrassing that you have to be carried like a baby. It mostly ebbs away though when she adjusts you so you're mostly standing on your own, her metal arm around your waist and her body pressed against your back. You're briefly worried about her arm getting damaged from the water, but she seems nonchalant about it so it must be water resistant. 

 

The toasty water pours over your front and you sigh at the sensation. You cup your hands to collect some so you can lift it and let it spill over the top of your head. It's such a welcomed warmth you almost forget Sevika is at your back and that she holds you up. 

 

"That good?" She teases, using her flesh hand to tilt your chin up until your eyes meet hers. 

 

"Mmhmm," you hum, a silly smile lifting the corners of your lips. It's such a dumb one, but Sevika has to kick and stomp down the fireflies she feels in her chest. She needs to move this along.

 

"I got some of your fancy Piltie soaps too, figured you'd complain less since they might be better than mine. For your uppity highness and all that," she reaches for one of the bottles on the ledge that you'd missed before. 

 

You hold out your hands and she pumps some of the soap into them. You don't see your special sponge but your hands will do. You back up a little closer to Sevika so the soap doesn't immediately run off of you and down the drain. Running your hands over your skin, you eventually build up a lather and let the bubbles sit on you for a moment. You turn in her arms and look up at her expectantly. 

 

She raises a brow at you and gives you a little sneer that has you wondering if this is a bad idea. Before she can think about it too much, you pump more of the soap into one of your hands and start up at her shoulders. She doesn't shove you off or tell you to stop, so you continue. It's like that night you tended to her wounds. She only watches you through careful eyes, but does nothing beyond that. 

 

Eventually you've lathered her shoulders, organic arm, stomach, and tops of her thighs. You save the sensitive bits for last, just in case she changes her mind. 

 

Slowly you rub your thumbs over her nipples and she sucks in her bottom lip into her mouth and her eyes drop into a more sultry and less guarded gaze. You squeeze her breasts in your hands for a few moments more before you let one of your hands slide down her abdomen until it reaches her cunt. When you go to touch the skin of her outer lips, she turns you in her arms so you face the water again. 

 

You look over your shoulder to pout at her and she just smirks. 

 

"You're wasting water, princess. If you want to fool around, let's save it until after you're clean."

 

Sevika helps you clean your back and then does something unexpected. It starts simple as she gets your hair wet and then gets a few pumps of your shampoo in her flesh hand. It's when she starts to scrunch it into your scalp that your eyes widen before they close in content and you melt into her. You feel her laugh behind you but you pay it no mind as she washes your hair. You almost wish she would use the claws of her metal hand, but figure it would probably be uncomfortable if they got stuck in the strands so you settle on being thankful for what she's doing now. 

 

You hardly even move when she eventually rinses the soap out. You let her adjust you as she needs and it's not until she's applying something else to your hair that you become partially cognizant again.

 

At the scent that soon hits your nose, you know it's your conditioner.

 

It's exactly what you'd been imagining that night you got back to your apartment, which seems like it had been ages ago. Her fingers running through your hair lightly tugging when she gets stuck on the knots, getting an even layer of the conditioner all over the strands. She continues to repeat the motion until your head lolls forward from almost having fallen asleep standing up at how good it feels. At that, she rinses it out and you turn back around in her arms. 

 

"Your turn," you reach for the shampoo and get to work on her hair. 

 

Sevika herself wonders why she's entertaining this, and yet finds herself groaning at the feeling of your hands building up suds at her roots and distributing them throughout the strands to clean them. She holds back a complaint when your hands pull away once you've rinsed the soap out, but they quickly return with some conditioner. Her eyes stay closed most of the time to make sure none of it gets in them, but she finds herself opening them when she feels the care you use as you thread your fingers through her hair and spread the conditioner evenly. She finds that your own eyes are focused on making sure you don't miss any spots, but once they catch hers open you pause and match her stare. 

 

The two of you stay like that for a moment. Her hands on your waist and yours in her hair. It breaks when you lick your lips, wondering(hoping) she'll kiss you. Her eyes follow the movement and suddenly she's snapped out of the trance. 

 

You can hardly be considered better, you'd only just had a meal and a shower. You still need rest. Besides, this feels all a bit too domestic for Sevika. It's time to end this shower and put you back to bed. 

 

You're left reeling when she pulls away from your hands to quickly rinse the conditioner and leftover soap out of her hair, only leaving her prosthetic on your waist in case you need the support. She turns the water off and opens the curtain a little aggressively, grabbing a towel to quickly dry you off with. 

 

It's a bit of a blur after that. She moves so quickly and it's a little hard for you to keep up seeing as how you're not quite all the way better just yet.

 

Sevika slows down once you're in a pair of your pajamas and she's dressed again. She lays you on the bed and presses the mask over your face. 

 

"I'm going out for a drink and a game. I won't be gone long, so just stay in bed, brat," she grumbles as she covers you with a heavier blanket that she collected from the closet. 

 

You can only nod and watch as she walks out of the door and the sound of her front door slamming follows soon after, leaving you to wonder what you did wrong. 

 

Notes:

Apologies for the wait! I was having a bit of a block so it took me a while to get something readable and enjoyable out. I feel pretty good now so I should be back and good to go for writing so I hope you like it!

I'd love to hear what you think in general and how we're feeling at the progression of the relationship?

I know I want Sevika to warm up more so we can get back to some smuuuut but her character is a bit more complex so it is what it is for now. Thanks for reading! <3

Chapter 6

It seems Sevika is having shittier luck than normal tonight. 

 

She's already lost three matches and while she hasn't lost that much money yet, she'd have preferred to have lost none. 

 

On top of that, she can't even go to the Last Drop or else she'll be asked to work. Usually it would be an appreciated distraction, but if Silco has her work for a few days straight again she can't check on you. And that's where it all circles back. You. 

 

Her sour mood has some ass wipes feeling brave enough to make some comments about her being distracted, but as soon as the gears of her arm start to whir and her frosty glare flickers up in their direction has them shutting up again. She goes a few more rounds, progressively shooting back more drinks than she could care to count before her night gets even worse. If it wasn't the loss of two more rounds to nearly set her off, the familiar sound of an annoying click from a lighter being opened and closed would certainly do it. 

 

"It's been a little hard to get a hold of you lately," Finn drawls as he slithers closer to the outlook where the game and table is set up. 

 

"Been busy," Sevika sucks on her teeth and holds back spitting at his polished shoes. He could hardly even be considered as someone from the undercity with how he carries and presents himself, and yet that is the face he chooses to wear. 

 

The only reason she hasn't handed his ass to him or killed him yet is because Silco told her to play nice. 

 

"Busy with what? Silco passing off more of his shit to you?" 

 

The audacity of this fool. 

 

"Something like that," Sevika can't exactly explain her new pet so she plays along into his delusions.

 

Finn has been following her around like a dog these last few weeks. She isn't normally in the mood to entertain this fantasy of his to overthrow Silco, seeing him now only spikes her irritation further. 

 

"Does it have anything to do with that enforcer you had trailed?" He lowers his voice to give the illusion that the others at the table shouldn't listen to the conversation, but they already know well enough not to do anything of the sort if Sevika is involved. 

 

Everyone but Finn tenses up when Sevika slams her glass down on the table. She stands up slowly and walks towards Finn until he's backed into a wall. At least he's smart enough to back away from danger when it walks towards him. 

 

"You don't know shit," Sevika speaks between her teeth, some spit flying out with the forceful curse. 

 

"Just curious," he lifts his hands in surrender but it doesn't stop his mouth from moving. 

 

"Surely someone as new as that has nothing worth being followed for. I've also heard some noise that the sheriff is looking for her. Something about that she's missing?" Finn cocks his head to the side and Sevika has to clench all 650+ muscles in her body to hold back from pummeling him through the wall. 

 

"I wouldn't know anything about that," she pulls away from him and goes back to the table to finish her drink. She doesn't sit back down, but lets the other players know she's done playing for the night after she downs the rest of her liquor. 

 

Of course when she walks away from the alcove, clicks of heeled boots follow from behind. 

 

"Before you act like you don't know anything about it, maybe don't walk around smelling like a model citizen of Piltover. Flowers, Sevika? Didn't take you for that kind of woman," Finn calls out as he tries to keep up. 

 

The words make her pause and glare at him over her shoulder. 

 

He doesn't add anything else, just clicks that stupid lighter a few more times before he turns away, humming to himself as he leaves. She hadn't even thought about the smell of your soap, but of course someone as sleazy as him would have the mind to pay attention to it. 

 

Unfortunately, he does have a point. Sevika can't keep walking around smelling like a topsider or it might tip people of your whereabouts. 

 

Fuck. 

 

She can't even catch a break outside of the apartment without something circling back to you. It's like the universe is telling her this isn't something she can ignore forever. She's going to have to talk with you eventually. 

 

The night doesn't get better from there. 

 

On her way back to the apartment, she spots a posse of enforcers marching through the streets. The five of them aren't doing anything inherently bad, but they are watching everyone's faces closely. And they're armed. 

 

What Sevika can't figure out is why they're down here. She'd understand if they were a protection detail for Marcus, but he's nowhere to be found in the group. Before they can cause any trouble, she confronts them. 

 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing down here?"

 

They all stiffen up at the sight of Sevika and she watches as each of them grip their rifles a little tighter. It takes a moment for one of them to gather the courage to respond. 

 

"We're on patrol. Sheriff's orders," his voice is shaky, but it's loud enough she's able to hear it over the sounds of the street. 

 

"Enforcers haven't done a patrol down here in years. Try again," Sevika decides to be generous and gives them one more chance to tell the truth before heads start to roll. 

 

She's never had the patience for enforcers. Only very recently has she allowed herself to be okay with one, but that didn't save the rest of them from her wrath and hatred of them. 

 

They don't answer her fast enough but they finally get the hint they're about to die when her prosthetic begins to whir and glow purple from shimmer. 

 

"We're looking for someone," the scared yet talkative one spills. 

 

"Who?" Sevika takes a step closer to the officer and his shoulders stiffen up to the point that they're by his ears. 

 

"A missing person," a different one speaks up, feeling guilty for his comrade about to be grilled by Silco's second in command. 

 

"Yeah, dipshit. I said who," her eyes are a little wild as she feels her aggravation rising quickly. 

 

It better not be a certain someone who is in her apartment. 

 

"The sheriff said to refer to him for further questions," another speaks up. With the collective beginning to grow more confident in themselves, they loosen up and begin to look more relaxed. 

 

"Tell Marcus that if he's looking for someone to get his ass down here and go through Silco first. He should know by now how this works," Sevika growls, taking a threatening step closer to them and takes satisfaction in how they all take one back in fear. 

 

They expect her to leave so they can go back to their search and she is so very close to stabbing the one nearest her. The only thing holding her back is that she doesn't want to be scolded later by Silco for it. 

 

"That means leave. Unless you need an escort? Make sure your noses don't end up somewhere they shouldn't."

 

It's when her words end in a seethe that they catch the hint, nodding and heading back to the bathysphere at a pace much slower than they should have been. 

 

She really should report this to Silco, but she can't go and tell him if she smells like you. Even if he didn't end up smelling the soap, she's sure his blue haired brat would. It'll have to wait until tomorrow. Or maybe by this point with how packed the streets are, someone's already informed him. 

 

In order to avoid any more unwanted surprises, she speeds up her trip home. 

 

If she had followed the enforcers back to the bathysphere, she might have been able to eavesdrop on a conversation they were having. One that might have allowed her to kill them and prevent information from spreading faster than she would have liked. 

 

"What did you say?" One of the enforcers who hadn't spoken asks. 

 

"She smelled like flowers," the one who spoke first reveals. 

 

"That is the weirdest shit man. What, do you have a crush on that freak?" 

 

"No! It smelled like a soap my sister uses. Something with jasmine and geraniums or something," he tries to remember the scent. It threw him off a little when he first smelled it on Sevika in fear that his sister was missing. But his sister is not an enforcer, she's a scholar at the academy and he saw her for breakfast this morning. His knowledge about the soap would be helpful though, they need to get back so they can tell Marcus before they run into any more scary people. 

 

---

 

It was definitely a huge lead in your case. 

 

Marcus had seen Silco several more times since your disappearance and each time there had been nothing brought up about a second enforcer in the undercity, only about Caitlin who he's been told to kill on sight. This led him to believe your kidnapping had nothing to do with the head ruler of Zaun. 

 

Then who?

 

From the claw marks, his next two suspects were Ran and Sevika. 

 

But what would they want with you?

 

When his group of enforcers come back much earlier than anticipated, he wonders if they ran into trouble early and had been threatened into head back. His night gets better when he's told Sevika smelled a lot like a soap that is used in Piltover. 

 

It wouldn't be that noteworthy if Marcus hadn't been around Sevika enough to know what she usually smells like. He knows enough that she doesn't walk around smelling like flowers. 

 

The new information is enough to make her the top suspect. The only issue is figuring out the next step. She's Silco's second in command, it's not like he could bring her in for questioning. And what problems would arise if he started asking around about her living situation? Would she move you before they could find you? 

 

Marcus dismisses the enforcers and sighs in his office chair. His plate wasn't any less full since he'd first found out you were missing, but this certainly helps him feel better about his chances of finding you alive. 

 

---

 

Sevika enters her apartment and the first thing she notices is that the light is on in the kitchen and she hears you moving around. 

 

"I'm pretty sure I told you to stay in bed," she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest when you turn from the refrigerator to face her. 

 

"I got hungry," you say simply, closing the refrigerator before starting to look through the cabinets for something. You have to slide your hands along the counters to hold yourself up in case your legs give out, but other than that you feel fine enough that you want to find something to eat. 

 

"Go sit on the couch, I'll make something," she gestures towards the entrance of the kitchen and you just shake your head. 

 

"Don't worry about it. I'll just eat something small," you wave her off and continue your search. 

 

She doesn't let you search for much longer and lifts you so that you sit on the counter. You catch a whiff of her when she gets close to you and you have to try really hard to hold back a smile at the fact that she kind of smells like you. You must not be doing a very good job because she frowns at the sight of it. 

 

"What's that for?" Sevika asks, squinting at you. 

 

"Nothing," you shrug. 

 

She rolls her eyes, not really in the mood to play any games. 

 

"Is what I made earlier fine?" 

 

"Yes. But can I ask you for something?" You look down at your thighs and start to kick your feet a little absentmindedly when she pulls away to collect the ingredients. 

 

She only grunts and you take it as a sign to go ahead. 

 

"Can you eat with me? I don't like to eat alone," you peek over at her and instead of responding you only see her grab more of some of the ingredients. 

 

A few minutes later, the two of you are in the living room with your plates on the coffee table. She had quietly helped you to the chair, but you had slid off so you could sit on the ground to be closer to the little table and your plate. She only sighs but makes no verbal complaint and sits on the couch to eat her food. You don't think you've ever seen or heard her so quiet which leads you wonder if something happened while she was out. 

 

She doesn't look like she's sporting any new wounds and she doesn't seem like she's drunk so it must be something else that's dampening her mood. You have a feeling that if you ask it would only make it worse so you only occasionally look up from your plate to check on her but don't say anything about it. 

 

When both of you finish your food and the plates are empty, neither of you move or speak. 

 

You're still too scared to worsen her mood so you only dig your nails into your palm. Your breath must start to pick up or sound worse because she pushes the mask towards you from where it had been laying on the table. 

 

"Put it on," her voice is almost gentle and the smokey raspiness of it feels like a blanket being put over your shoulders. You follow her instruction and place it over your face, almost feeling immediate relief when you breathe in the filtered air. 

 

"We need to talk about something," Sevika reveals after a moment, sitting back on the couch and lifting her arms to rest over the back of it. Her head dips back and you watch her eyes close as she tries to hold back a frown from her irritation. 

 

You don't respond so she opens an eye to look down at you only to find your attention is on her face as you patiently wait for her to continue. 

 

"They're looking for you," she explains and closes her eye again so she can't see your reaction. She doesn't need to see how excited you'll probably be. 

 

You actually aren't quite sure how to feel. You don't know where that information leaves you with her. Does it change her plans for you or what? There are too many unknowns for you to be happy or even hopeful with this data. 

 

"Oh," is all you can manage. 

 

After Sevika takes a moment to rest her eyes, she lifts her head back up so she can watch you. She's a little surprised to find you staring blankly at the table with so little of a reaction. She had expected to see you trying to hide your giddiness but you look like the farthest thing from that. 

 

"If I'm being honest, I don't know what to do with you," and those words have you looking back up at her. You stay silent in case she wants to go more in depth.

 

"I can't let you go. There's too much risk now and not that I care, but someone would just end up killing you anyways. Silco's already given the order to kill Caitlin on site and I can't imagine it being any different for you if anyone figures out who and where you are," she elaborates and watches as your eyes drop back to the table with the not so fun information. 

 

It's a bit disappointing to hear that there's a hit out on Caitlin and you secretly root for her safe return to Piltover. But you're a little more worried with the state of your future to dwell on it too much. 

 

Sevika finds herself tensing up at your lack of response. Usually you have so much to say, even when you could hardly breathe you had words. Why were you being so quiet now?

 

"Say something," she urges. 

 

"I don't know what to say," you reveal honestly. Sure, she's talking to you and telling you more than she had during any of the time you'd been in her hold, but it isn't anything that tells you about what is going to happen to you. 

 

She pinches the bridge of her nose before standing and grabbing both of your plates to take them to the kitchen, leaving you alone for a minute. You use that time to move from the floor and back up to the chair, smoothing out your pajama pants with your hands until she comes back. 

 

"Usually I can't get you to shut up," she tries to jest as she sits down on the couch, watching you from the corner of her eyes. 

 

"Usually me talking upsets you," you mumble and even through the mask, she hears it. 

 

She only hums as she tries to think of a response. Sevika has no plans of apologizing, but she does start to understand your silence. You must've finally reached the point where you're tired of trying to match her attitude and you've come to expect not having an answer about why you're here and what's going to happen to you. 

 

At least that's what she thinks before you perk up seemingly out of nowhere and turn to her with slightly mirthful eyes. 

 

"So you care if I die?"

 

"Don't act stupid," she grunts and rolls her eyes when she can see the smile beginning to grow under the mask. 

 

Your smile fades away as you feel the urge start to come back of wanting to ask her what she wants. To ask what her plans are. 

 

"What?" Sevika asks when she sees you twiddling your thumbs, able to tell you're holding back. 

 

"Are you ready to talk about what you want?" You ask softly, trying not to sound accusing. 

 

Asking her this is the easiest way to avoid going in circles and pissing each other off. 

 

She sighs exasperatedly and rubs a hand over her face but doesn't outright shoot your question down like she had the last time you asked. 

 

"I'll start," you take the mask off so your voice isn't as muffled and she watches as you set it down on the table. 

 

"I don't want to die, that much I know. I also know that I have feelings for you. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, I feel things for you that I know that I shouldn't but it's nothing that I can change or anything that's going away any time soon. I also know that if there's a chance for me to go back to Piltover, I wouldn't be able to live the same life as before knowing how bad things are down here. While you were gone those couple of days I had time to think about some things and I get why you hate us... Hate me- so much," you talk slowly so you don't start to rant.

 

Throughout your little spiel, Sevika finds herself listening. It's something she can say she is guilty of doing the opposite of in most of your shared time together. She takes a moment to gather the right words. 

 

"It isn't you that I hate," she huffs, trying not to sound too soft with you. 

 

"And don't jump ahead or whatever, but if it's anything to you, I'd like it if you didn't die either," she grumbles out and closes her eyes so she doesn't catch your lovesick eyes at her words. 

 

They do in fact have you jumping to conclusions and they start a fire inside of you that had started fading with all the times she had pushed you away. 

 

Holy shit, that's practically a love confession coming from Sevika. Isn't it?

 

You play it off and try to be cool about it. 

 

"So you think if you let me go then I'll die?"

 

"The chances are pretty high. There's a war about to start and I have a feeling you might be targeted by both sides if I let you go now," she pulls a cigarillo from one of her pockets but pauses in lighting it, looking over at you as she seems to think over something. 

 

"Soooo you're keeping me here to protect me?" You grin and lean forward in the chair a bit to wag your eyebrows at her. 

 

"Get your head out of your ass."

 

She's still holding the cigarillo as she seems to contemplate lighting it inside with you still being not at full health. While it would be wise to advise her against it, you miss the full scent of her so you encourage her to enjoy it.

 

"You should have it," you nod towards the item she's holding between her fingers. 

 

"Probably shouldn't," she looks down at the mask you'd set down on the table before her eyes slide back up to you. 

 

"I don't mind, I like the smell of it."

 

"I remember," and for the first time in a while, you see a smirk tugging on her lips. 

 

Your heart clenches at something so simple as that. 

 

She rolls the cigar between her fingers a few more times and watches as your eyes follow the movement. Immediately your mind drifts to a not so far away place as you imagine her fingers on you and rolling your nipples between them or-

 

"When you're better, princess," Sevika coos mockingly at you when she repockets the cigarillo. 

 

"Promise?" Your voice is light and your eyes stay locked on hers when she stands up from the couch. 

 

"Sure," she rolls her eyes and helps walk you back to the bedroom for you to rest. 

 

Notes:

I was kind of stuck on what scent to use for the soap but I figured if the reader is someone from Piltover it should be something that matches what fancy people use? I'm definitely not near that category so I just guessed something that would work.

I think floral fits though.

Anyways! I'm glad to be fully back and I really liked how this chapter turned out! I'd love to hear what you think❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 7

Notes:

Trigger warning: blood and injury.

Sevika has somewhat learned the error of her ways when it comes to making loud entrances, particularly when she arrives back at her apartment. 

 

The day after her unfortunate night out, she has to get back to work. She has to be twice as efficient as she usually is so she can make sure she can get back to you at a reasonable time. It wasn't so much out of necessity anymore though, your health was much better than it had been when she'd nearly found you dead. On top of her getting you a new mask in case you needed it- just for extra precaution- she splurged and got some vitamins for you since your current position didn't allow you to soak up as much sun as you used to. 

 

She won't deny the fact that she cursed and grumbled at the absurd price of the supplements, but when a little bit of your natural glow came back and was accompanied by your obnoxious smile, she internally makes a note to keep getting them for you. 

 

Now that the two of you have somewhat come to terms with each other, it makes living together a bit easier. There's definitely a trial and error period, but after a couple of days it's mostly figured out. You use your free time and new comfort in the space to make sure dinner is made by the time Sevika comes home from her day. It's a gesture she finds herself not knowing how to react to. 

 

"You don't need to make me shit," she squints at you while you chew a bite of the food in your mouth. 

 

"I don't know what you're talking about. I accidentally made too much. Wouldn't want it to go to waste though, right?" You raise your brows and feign innocence. 

 

Sevika has a plate and while she doesn't compliment you, her briefly surprised face tells you everything you need to know. 

 

Maybe once she'd think you'd be so careless, but it keeps happening. Somehow you manage to time it just right too. As she walks in the door you're turning the stove off and there's enough for two. Unfortunately, she starts finding herself curious about what you'll make. She wouldn't quite say eager, but her stomach starts to growl close to when she's meant to head back and it's her body's way of saying the work day is over. 

 

Silco notices her presence isn't as constant at The Last Drop even when she's off duty, but her work is still top tier so he wonders if he should comment on it. The other Zaunites notice it too, her hardcore focus during regular work hours then her fidgety demeanor once a certain point of the day hits. 

 

Finn was smart enough not to mention her little pet to anyone, but sometimes he'll be around to give Sevika a look when she's heading out to go back home to you. 

 

One of these days Sevika is going to gut him like the pig he is. 

 

Silco comes up with an excuse one day to keep her late. He can't help but wonder if she's working behind his back with some of the other chem barons. It wouldn't be the first time she's 'switched sides' and he has no interest in her doing the same to him. For hours beyond her schedule as of late-one she made for herself- he has her doing menial paperwork. Usually she would do it downstairs so she could watch the comings and goings of the clients, but this time he says to do it in his office. She complies wordlessly and gets to work. 

 

It's way past the time she would normally be back and for some reason she feels guilt furl in her stomach at the thought of you eating alone. 

 

Silco watched as she stiffened up the more that time passed. Even with this, every time she handed him a completed packet of files he would hand her another. She takes it without complaint. After a certain point, the tightness loosens a bit and she sighs regretfully. It's quiet, but he catches it. 

 

"Something the matter?" He asks, wondering if she would even crack. 

 

"No, sir," Sevika's voice is still as firm as it always is when she talks to him, but he can hear the softness behind it. 

 

"Am I keeping you from someone?" Silco guesses. He catches the way she cuts a side eye at him, studying him quickly before looking back at the papers. 

 

"No."

 

He contemplates making a comment on how she must like this mysterious person a lot, so much so that she would give up time for the cause to be with them instead. With you. He's never been close like that with her though, so he decides against it. 

 

"That's the last of it. Once you finish it up, you'll be free to go," he comments offhandedly but notes how she picks up the pace. 

 

The paperwork is completed in record time and just to be thorough, Sevika checks over her work for mistakes before getting up and passing him the last of it. 

 

She opens her mouth to ask if there's anything else but he shoos her away with a flick of his hand, his final words that she returns early tomorrow morning.

 

On her way down the stairs from his office, she finds her biggest nuisance snapping his fucking lighter like the tool he is. He's standing at the bottom of the stairs, leaned against the wall in a way that blocks her. It's more a thing of irritation at his gall because if she had any word in it she could have him on his ass in half a second. 

 

"In a hurry?" Finn tilts his head at her. 

 

"You're pushing your luck," Sevika warns and takes two more thunderous steps down the stairs before stopping before him. She was already taller than him but with the assistance of the stairs she could look down on him even more. 

 

"I think you'd find it in her best interest that Silco didn't find out she was in your... care," he pauses and glances up to the second floor before looking back down to where she stands. 

 

"Your point?" She's just begging the gods to give her a reason to kill this bastard, but they are not merciful. 

 

"Maybe play nice with the one who knows where she is. Besides, we're on the same side here," Finn holds out a cigarillo for her to take but she's tired and not in the mood for games. 

 

The half-almost-full threat has her ready to rip his jaw off but then he just keeps yapping.

 

"He has suspicions, you know? Suddenly you're not around as much as you have been for years and you're so quick to run when the work is done. Silco must be wondering if you're switching sides."

 

"Bullshit," Sevika rolls her eyes and takes another step down, ready to just push her way past him. 

 

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. I just want you to be ready to pay it forward when the time comes," Finn snaps his lighter one last time before he moves out of her way, dramatically moving his arms as if to show her the walkway was now available. 

 

She really wants to deck him in the shoulder when she passes by, but figures maybe it would be a little smart not to assault the one person who may know your true whereabouts. It's way past time to get back to you anyways, so without further ado she begins her trek back to you.

 

Either you're a light sleeper or she happens to always make it back when you're half awake. Regardless, she makes sure to open and close the door quietly upon her return. She makes sure her footsteps stay light too. 

 

You must be in bed as the lights are off and you're not waiting for her with a warm plate of food. 

 

There's a few moments of silence where she gets to lounge on her roughed up loveseat, throwing back some of her caramel liqueur that she keeps stored in her kitchen. It helps build a buzz as she tries to get over her shitty night. The quiet isn't all that welcomed though. It only helps her think back to all that happened and that stupid fuck-face Finn and how he read her like a book. She contemplates going out and hunting him down, beating him until he can't even dream of speaking about you and what she may or may not have to do with your disappearance. 

 

Despite doing her best to not wake you, you must have a built-in Sevika-detector because you're shuffling out of the bedroom a few minutes later.

 

You're rubbing your eyes and yawning as you drag your feet all the way to her. 

 

"Go back to bed," Sevika grunts when you stumble a little bit out of tiredness.

 

You shake your head and plop down next to her, leaning into her side with all of your weight.  

 

"Dinner is on the stove," you mumble into her shirt.

 

Instead of teasing you and bringing up how she thought you didn't make her dinner, she finds herself kissing the top of your head tiredly and whispering back.  

 

"I'll have some in a bit," her voice tickles the top of your head and she wraps her flesh arm around your shoulders. 

 

You wrap your arms around her waist and curl your legs up underneath you on the couch so you can get more comfortable. You start to nod off against her when your rumbling stomach breaks the comfortable silence. 

 

"You didn't eat?" Sevika pulls back enough to look down at your sleepy expression. 

 

"Didn't want to eat alone," your voice is muffled by her shirt but she adjusts you so that you have to look up at her. 

 

"Needy," she huffs and you nod, trying to lay your head back on her but she stands the two of you up. 

 

On the short walk to the kitchen, you complain about how you were just getting comfortable. She sits you up on the counter like she had a few days ago so she can turn the stove on and heat up the food. While it starts to warm up, she takes one last swig of her alcohol before putting it away. 

 

By the time she turns back to you, you're slightly more awake and your eyes are completely focused on her. You open your legs enough for her to fit between them and lift your arms so she can get the hint. Sevika doesn't know why she entertains you, but she allows herself to fit between your legs and her face to rest in the crook of your neck. You gently rest your arms over her shoulders and relax, sighing at the smell of her. 

 

Unfortunately since that one shower the two of you shared, she hadn't used your soap again. You don't mind too much though, her soap seems to enhance her natural scent and you prefer that much more. Sevika finds herself taking a deep breath in, holding it for a moment at the way your fancy smell is mixing with hers from being in her apartment. When she exhales, her shoulders sag a bit and she pushes all other thoughts from the day away to focus on you. Her hands rest on your hips and you're unable to stop the smile that grows on your face. 

 

It builds until you can't help the little giggle that escapes you. She pulls back enough so she can see your face and that big goofy grin of yours. 

 

"What?"

 

"Nothing," you try to bite away the smile but it just comes back again to the point where your cheeks start to grow warm. 

 

Her fingers tighten on your hips and she raises a brow as if to say 'try again'.

 

"I mean it! It's nothing, really," this time you try to turn and hide your face in your shoulder to conceal the laugh you're struggling to hold back. 

 

"Brat," she warns. Her warning is empty, she likes the way you're smiling a bit too much. It feels like she's being left out of a joke and she wants to know what it is. It isn't until the tips of her claws press a little harder through your silk bottoms that you crack. 

 

"I just think it's a little funny how you say I'm the needy one," you take a second when you see her eyebrow quirk a bit before you add "but look at you now." 

 

"Oh? Are you saying you want me to stop?" Sevika teases and starts to pull away before you wrap your legs around her waist to try and keep her with you. 

 

"No!"

 

"Mm. That's what I thought," she smirks and feels her own amusement grow when your smile shifts to a pout. 

 

The pan on the stove starts to make a bubbling noise so with your legs still wrapped around her, you lean over and use the wooden spoon you left in there to stir it a few times before putting a lid over it. 

 

"It smells good," Sevika comments when you sit back up so you're facing her again. 

 

"Wanna know what else smells good?" You tilt your head a bit so you can look up at her through your lashes. 

 

"Hm?" 

 

You lean forward so you can take an obnoxiously loud whiff of her scent sticking to the collar of her shirt, "you." 

 

You nuzzle into the smell and laugh at the way she snorts at you. 

 

Somewhere between the time she saved you and now, Sevika started allowing you to be more touchy with her. In the beginning she allowed it because you were such a scared thing, but now it's because she finds she doesn't mind it. You seem to be pretty aware of her boundaries a lot of the time when it comes to her personal space, only doing it when it seems like she's in a good space for it. Other times when you're unsure, you offer your touch in a way that isn't demanding, but as a way to show her you're willing if she is: like just now when you held your arms open for her. 

 

It makes her wonder if you would stay if she offered to let you go. 

 

You start to feel her slip away when her fingers go slack against your hips. She doesn't physically pull from you, but you can tell there's something she's thinking about that is drawing her away from you. So you offer her an out. 

 

"Dinner's done," you give her a tiny peck to the skin of her neck before you pat her shoulders once for her to step away, letting your legs unwrap from around her. It takes her a moment and when you look up at her you find she's watching you closely. 

 

Sevika studies the way your eyes flicker at the details of her face, trying to discern what she's thinking. When she doesn't say anything or move back to let you off the counter you decide to try and ask. 

 

"Is something wrong?"

 

"No," she steps back to allow you to move. After you've plated the food, the two of you venture back to the living room. You still sit on the floor while she sits on the small couch. You prefer it like this because it's easier to look up at her when you're lower down. She doesn't say anything until she finishes her meal, and even then, it's only a simple 'thank you'. You finished at about the same time she did so when she stands up she takes your plate with her.

 

She remains quiet as she takes care of the dishes and it wouldn't bother you as much if it wasn't so characteristic. She had seemed to be in a good mood just a few minutes ago, but now she's hardly even looking at you. 

 

"Sevika?" 

 

You receive a grunt in return. 

 

"Did I do something?" Your question has her looking up from the dishes to see you frowning down at your fiddling fingers. 

 

"No, just thinking," she doesn't know why she said that, but she does know that she doesn't want to see you upset.

 

"Work stuff?" You step a little closer to her and she nods. 

 

"Something like that."

 

"Well... If you need a distraction, I'm feeling better now," you pretend to be focused on your nails so you don't have to see the way Sevika's head quickly turns to look you up and down. 

 

"Are you trying to ask me for something?" She finishes the last dish, flicking off the water from her hands before turning to you fully. She saunters to you but you match her paces backwards until she corners you against a wall. 

 

"No," you sound a little breathless and you can't stop the quick glimpse you take down to her lips before shifting your gaze back up to her eyes, "I just remember someone made me a promise. Something about when I got better?" 

 

"If you want something you just have to ask," Sevika copies your gaze and allows her eyes to dip to your lips and flit back up your anticipating stare. 

 

You try to rise up on your tips toes to press your lips to hers but she presses you back against the wall with her prosthetic to your neck. 

 

"I see we need to have another lesson in patience," she raises a brow and teasingly tightens her hand on your throat so she can watch the way your pupils dilate.

 

"You know what I want," you whine and try to kiss her again only for her flesh hand to take a handful of your hair to pull your head back.

 

"That's fine. I can wait," Sevika pulls away from you completely and you see the smirk on her face when she turns and walks away. 

 

"No fair!"

 

And she proves she's much more patient than you when you don't get what you want that night.

 

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Sevika's mood isn't terrible, but she certainly didn't enjoy having to wake up early this morning. Her tiredness only makes her more irritated the longer the day goes on. She's completed all of her shimmer deals for the day and until she's dismissed the rest of her work is meetings and paperwork with the boss. And the rat. 

 

"Your numbers are low this month," Silco glances at Finn. 

 

"Business is slow, what can I say? It certainly doesn't help that my clientele is limited now thanks to the fiasco at the Hexgates," Finn's gaze slides over to Sevika who stands behind the boss. She's not bothered by his jab, she already has one of her own in the chamber. 

 

"Sir, if you're looking for someone more up for the job I have a whole list of-" she starts speaking to Silco while fixing Finn with an unimpressed stare. 

 

"Maybe your second in command needs a break from distractions," Finn comments, ignoring the way Sevika's glare turns murderous. 

 

"I find that other's extra curricular activities are none of my business," Silco hums tiredly, trying not to become irritated with this power play betwixt those beneath him. 

 

"Besides, she's not the one behind on her orders, is she?" He finishes off when he notices Finn opening his mouth to try and argue his point. Sevika would be smug if she weren't thrown off by how quickly the pest moves on. 

 

"Fair enough," Finn nods and clicks his lighter a few times before Silco moves to a new topic of business. 

 

She watches him for the rest of the meeting, but he only makes eye contact with her one more time near the end. While she knows she certainly doesn't like the glint she catches in his eye when he offers his goodbyes, Silco has already given her a new assignment that doesn't allow her to dwell on it too long. 

 

The day continues on mostly without incident, but there's a bad feeling in her gut and she has an inkling she's not going to like what comes of it.

 

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There's a loud pounding on the door. You know for a fact it isn't Sevika, otherwise she would have simply unlocked it and let herself in. You know you can't open it and tell them to go away, but you start to get a bad feeling in your gut. You have a feeling telling the person to go away will only make things worse. It continues for another 30 seconds until it stops completely. 

 

You almost sigh in relief but that's when a new sound filters on beyond the door, something akin to little clicks and taps. When you hear the doorknob being shimmied every couple of seconds in between the clicks, you realize the person is trying to pick the lock. 

 

Should you hide?

 

Should you get a knife and wait for the person if they make it through?

 

Both?

 

You're not sure of the person's build and there is no peep hole to try and find out. The smart thing to do would be to get a knife and hide, so you begin to head towards the kitchen when a particularly loud click resounds through the apartment. They succeeded in picking the lock. You curse internally when your fear has you frozen in place as the door swings open and reveals a man with tattoos all over, fancy clothes to that of something a rich undercity citizen would wear, and an intricate gold piece covering his lower jaw. 

 

Your eyes go wide when his eyes flicker up to yours and an impious grin takes place on his face. It knocks you out of your stupor and you try to run for the kitchen. You get all of two steps before an arm slithers around your waist and pulls you back until you're up against him. You lift a foot to bring back against his knee cap but a blade is quickly pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. 

 

"Let's not be hasty," his s' almost sounds like hisses. You gather that this must be one of the chem barons, Finn, if you're remembering the face and name correctly from when Marcus had the pictures on display. He was another person the enforcers had been ordered to steer clear of. 

 

You twitch at the way you can feel his breath in your hair but you quickly freeze when the blade presses harder against you. 

 

"You answer my questions and I don't kill you, how does that sound?" Finn leans down and tears prickle at the corner of your eyes when you feel the cold metal of his jaw brush against the side of your neck where the dagger isn't. 

 

"I don't have anything you want," your voice comes out as soft as a whisper, but he hears it all the same. 

 

"Are you the enforcer that went missing after Progress Day?" He adds your name at the end just so there's no room for confusion.

 

"I heard there may have been two-"

 

You don't get to try and be smart about how Caitlin might still be down here as he nicks your skin. You feel the sharp pinch and then the drop of blood that rolls down from the wound. 

 

"Let's try again, hm? Don't want to make Sevika too angry by messing up her little toy," he snickers and you bite back an insult. He is holding a weapon to your neck after all. 

 

"Yes," you try not to gasp when he glides the back of the knife lower before dragging back up to a different spot on your neck and turning it around so the sharp edge rests on your skin again. 

 

"Was it Sevika who took you?" 

 

You hesitate. What is he going to do with that kind of information? Doesn't he already work with Silco and Sevika? Why would he be trying to-

 

He's trying to disrupt the chain of command, isn't he?

 

You take a little too long pondering over his question and you feel the metal pierce you again, this time a little deeper and closer to where an important vein rests. You're unable to hold the gasp in this time and you feel your chest go cold at the sensation of more blood spilling out of you. There's more this time than the first cut, you can feel the way it wets your silk top. 

 

"Yes," your voice trembles now. 

 

"It's much easier than you're making it, princess," the way Finn says the endearment has your stomach churning. You'd never liked the word much anyways, recently you'd only come to enjoy it when Sevika bestowed it upon you. Even if she was doing it to tease you. 

 

"Has she told Silco about you yet? Where she has you tucked away?"

 

"I- I don't know," you try to lean away from the knife but it only has you leaning further into his chest. He chuckles and the sensation sends a chill down your spine. If he didn't let up soon, you were going to throw up on his ugly heeled boots.

 

"Does she tell you about the shimmer deals?" He tightens the other arm around your waist again and you whimper in discomfort and disgust. 

 

"No, she doesn't tell me anything," you wonder what other dumb questions he'll ask next. 

 

"Ah. You're just a little pet then, aren't you?" 

 

You don't respond, thinking that it's rhetorical. Apparently you thought wrong. 

 

He doesn't move the blade to a different spot this time, electing to simply press it back against the still bleeding cut he already made to make it bigger. You cry out this time at the sting, starting to pray to any gods that may be listening that Sevika comes home soon. Your attention flickers down for a moment to try and see the damage. You must be in the beginning stages of shock though because you don't think too much about the amount of blood covering your front but instead about how odd it is to see your shirt becoming a different color right in front of your eyes. 

 

Finn jolts you once with his other arm to remind you that he's still waiting for an answer. 

 

Your words evade you, so you're forced to carefully nod as to not risk a deeper wound. 

 

"I see why she likes you," his jaw piece slides against the side against your neck as he peeks over your shoulder to look at his handy work. Your blood soaked top makes it cling to your chest and he groans at the way he can see your shape more clearly now. 

 

It takes everything inside of you to not start bawling. He doesn't deserve to see you like that. You're unable to stop the tears that free themself from your waterline though. 

 

Finn takes it upon himself to get comfortable while he waits for Sevika to return, he sits in your ex-favorite spot and adjusts the aforementioned chair so it faces the door she'll eventually walk through. He lounges so comfortably one may assume he owned the place, his legs spread so you can kneel in front of him. He has you turned to face the door as well and makes sure to keep the dagger against your neck so you don't get any ideas. 

 

He must enjoy the sound of his voice a lot because he decides to talk the entire time. Going on and on about how many people are looking for you and the mess your disappearance has caused, how Sevika has been flighty ever since she's taken you. You're too focused on how uncomfortable you are and how you hope his stink doesn't linger after he leaves to be able to catch all of his words. His stench poisons the comfort of Sevika's apartment and you nearly gag at how his cologne burns your nose. 

 

Thankfully, by the time your eyes start to get droopy from the stress of the situation and maybe a little from blood loss the familiar sound of Sevika's footsteps grows closer. You can hear the way she pauses for a moment when her key doesn't click the lock open and you know she's wondering why the door is unlocked. 

 

When she pushes open the door to find you bloody and on your knees, she's immediately ready to execute Finn where he sits. The only thing keeping her from doing so is the shiny blade pressed against your neck. The cuts he already left aren't life threatening, but the fact that any of your blood was spilled has Sevika's boiling. She takes a step towards where you're kneeling and Finn uses his free hand to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose more of your neck. 

 

"I warned you," he prods stupidly at the very pissed off bull in the room, "I had to show you I go through on my word."

 

"And you'll die for it," Sevika growls, taking another step closer until you whimper at the sharp blade threatening to cut you again. 

 

"Will I?" He adjusts the knife so it can glint in the low light, her eyes follow the movement briefly before they flick up to your scared eyes. 

 

"If I don't check in with some associates in a couple of hours I've made arrangements that Marcus and Silco will be informed of your little secret," he uses the grip on your head to give you a little shake and you wince at the roughness. 

 

"What do you want?" She finally asks. This is exactly why she had been contemplating releasing you. Even she knows it would be less dangerous for you up in Piltover, and unfortunately her point is now being proven right in front of her.

 

"I just wanted to remind you of our conversation. I already know I'm walking out of this shit hole alive," Finn is pretty cocky for a deadman.

 

Sevika decides that sure, he won't die for the next couple of hours or even today. But he will die tomorrow, at the latest.  

 

"Consider me reminded," she seethes, eager for him to piss off already. 

 

"You sure? Your toy is still quite responsive-" he teases the now raw skin of your neck and you can no longer hold onto the cry you'd been choking back. 

 

In order to keep herself from lunging, Sevika slams her fist against one of the walls of the living room. It's her prosthetic so it easily breaks through and leaves a crumbly hole in its place. Finn looks less than impressed at the move but takes it as his cue to exit. He lifts you to stand by the hold in your hair and you struggle for a moment, your legs shaky from kneeling on them for a while. He nudges you to walk so he can get closer to the door, shoving you at Sevika once he's close enough so she's forced to catch you when you almost fall. 

 

He offers no other words and the door clicking behind him is the only signal of his departure. Upon his exit, the floodgates break and you start to openly sob. Your first few tears fall to the floor but she wraps her arms around you and the rest wet her shirt and cloak. She holds you tighter when she hears the way your breath catches and breaks, growing in volume when you start to feel the ache in your neck more acutely. 

 

"I'm here," Sevika assures when she feels your weaker arms wrap around her middle, tightening around her as much as they can. 

 

She knows she needs to check your wounds, though it'll have to wait until she's able to calm you down some. 

 

More time passes and your breathing only grows more erratic as you start to gasp and hiccup, not taking in enough air as sobs wrack through your body. 

 

"Look at me," she has to repeat herself a few more times until you loosen your arms enough that she can help you hold your head up. Her hands carefully hold your jaw, trying not to brush against your neck. She's even more mindful of her sharp metal hand, but you seem to not even consider it as your wet eyes focus on hers. 

 

"What do you need?" Sevika asks, not wanting to rush you and stress you more. 

 

"You," you hiccup and your hands tighten on the sides of her shirt, "just you."

 

"You have me," she promises and presses a short yet firm kiss to your lips when you lean forward to accept it. She pulls back but holds her forehead against yours until your breathing starts to even out. 

 

"Can I take a look?" Sevika glances down at your neck and has to hold back a curse at how much more blood covers you than she had initially realized. You nod lethargically and tilt your head back so she can observe the damage. 

 

She moves quickly after that, at least you think she does. You figure you must've floated away for a bit because when you come back to yourself she's dressed your wounds, changed you out of your blood soaked pajamas to a clean pair, and has you resting against her side in bed. 

 

"I didn't make dinner yet," your voice is rough and raspy when you finally speak again. 

 

"Don't worry about it," she almost can't believe that's what you're worried about but then she remembers that's just who you are. 

 

"I'm sorry I couldn't-"

 

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong," Sevika uses her flesh hand to tilt your head back so she can look at you. 

 

Your eyes go watery and you open your mouth to try and apologize again but she won't have it.

 

"Stop. He told me what he would do and I ignored him. It won't happen again," she promises, already having an idea on how she'll end him. It won't be as painful and drawn out as she wants it to be, but this way she won't find herself in trouble with Silco. 

 

Your lip wobbles and she knows you want to say something, a lone tear rolls down your cheek. In a moment of weakness, she leans forwards a bit to kiss the tear away and you break. 

 

"I was so scared," your voice cracks and Sevika feels it in her chest, "I didn't know if you would come."

 

More tears spill down your cheeks and she tries to wipe them away with her roughened fingers, but there's too many to rid of them all. It's in this moment that she's reminded again of her previous worry, how she was proven right that you'd be safer topside. 

 

"I'm taking you back. Tomorrow," Sevika tells you and your breath catches for a moment. 

 

"What?"

 

"There's no reason for me to keep you here anymore. If you stay, someone else will use you as collateral," she explains and you shake your head.

 

"No, no no. You said it wasn't safe for me in Piltover either," you begin to feel frantic at the thought of her actually making you go. 

 

Hadn't she asked what you needed? Hadn't you told her that you just needed her? Why was she doing this to you?

 

"It's safer than here. Have Marcus put you in a tower or something," Sevika rolls her eyes to feign annoyance but it only backfires when your tears come faster and the ache in her chest grows at your pain.

 

"You said I would die if I went back," your memory provides you little snippets of her conversation with you a few days ago and you're able to piece it together enough to use it against her. 

 

"You'd at least have a better chance then," she sighs and starts to move so she can get off of the bed to give you some space, unwrapping her arms from around you.

 

"Don't make me go, I don't want to," your fingers grasp tightly at her shirt and you shove your face into the space between her neck and shoulder in an attempt to have her smell calm you. 

 

The final crack in her exterior comes when she hears you whisper, "you're all that matters."

 

"Stupid," she starts off, wrapping her arms back around you and huffs into your hair. 

 

"Have you no self preservation?" Her tone isn't harsh like when she's pissed off, instead it comes out as a soft scolding. 

 

"Guess not," you rasp and let one of your hands pull away from her shirt so you can wipe at the mess on your face. 

 

A few minutes go by where the two of you sit in mostly silence, holding onto each other. The time comes where your tears stop coming and your breath falls to a more even rate. You try to sit up a little but it takes Sevika a moment to loosen her arms enough that you're able to. She watches as you rise up enough that you can look at her fully. 

 

"I missed you," you lift a hand so you can put some hair behind her ear. 

 

"I don't do mushy," is what she says but she doesn't push your other hand away when it then comes to rest against her crackled cheek. 

 

"You're the mushiest person I know," you giggle and Sevika finds herself appreciative of the sight, so much so she almost misses your words. 

 

"Excuse you?" She realizes after a moment and sits up with you so her hands can grab your waist. 

 

"Hm?" You play dumb and you're able to hide the smile for a second before it comes back. In a quick movement, she has your back on the bed while she leans over you. She waits to see if you'll push her off but you simply look up at her with your dopey smile and moony eyes. 

 

Sevika can't help but drop a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a moment while she thanks whatever gods that you're okay. When she pulls back, your smile has turned devious and your brows wiggle a few times. 

 

"'Don't do mushy' huh?"

 

She shuts you up with another kiss, this time to your lips. Your hands come to gently cup her face, slowly and softly rubbing your thumbs over the tops of her cheeks while her lips dance with yours. She lowers herself down onto her elbows so she can feel your front against hers, humming at the way she can feel each breath you take as your chest rises and falls. 

 

It stays mostly innocent for the first few minutes, but then you hook a leg around her waist to try and get her to lay on you fully. She allows it. 

 

Sevika also allows you to indulge yourself when you peek your tongue out to meet hers, letting them slide against each other until you moan at the sensation. She lets you have your fun until your hips roll up into hers, discreetly asking for something more. 

 

"When you're better," Sevika pulls away from the kiss and allows a small smile to tug at her lips when you start to bitch and moan all over again. 

 

Notes:

Le smut is almost fucking here thank god. I NEED HER SO BAD SFIUHIURFHHEIRBIDIFHbQAEIURHNVCfWi

Sorry this took me so long! Life has been socking me around and I unfortunately had to put writing on the back burner for a minute. I'm just now realizing that this chapter and the one I just updated on my other fic kind of offer a look into what I've been dealing recently lol crazyyyy. I hope a long chapter will help you forgive me🥺

I hope you enjoyed this one!

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Chapter 8

Summary:

Shorter chapter so that the next one can be longer!

"Why were ya tellin people to have boss man check the ogre's apartment if you weren't back by midnight?" 

 

The last thing Finn expected upon his return to The Last Drop was to be confronted by Jinx. It's a surprisingly quiet night, the bar is mostly empty. He manages to not act too perturbed by her presence, but he still has a little bit of your blood on his hands. 

 

"Just having a disagreement with Sevika. Not anything you need to get into," he tips his nose up at her. He disliked Silco enough, he liked his troubled adopted daughter even less. 

 

"What does she have? Something that'll get her in trouble?" Jinx invites herself into Finn's personal space. It's then that she catches a concoction of curious smells on him. Ignoring his gaudy cologne, she sniffs a few more times and is able to note blood, but most interestingly- flowers. Why would he smell like some posh topsider?

 

He curls his lip in disgust at her closeness and pushes her away. She almost pouts at his lack of answer but then her eyes latch in on the dried blood coating his fingers. Like a shark, she locks onto it. 

 

"Did you fight with the ogre?" Jinx asks aloud but a voice in her head says a limp noodle like him would never be fast enough or strong enough to draw any of Sevika's blood, not even on her worst day. It has to be someone else's. 

 

"Whose blood is that?" She jumps back into his space and grabs the lapels of his jacket to shake him back and forth. 

 

Finn briefly contemplates taking his knife and stabbing the brat, though she'd likely put a bullet in his head before he could get the chance. He has a feeling he should hold onto his information a little bit longer but he also knows that Jinx won't drop it unless she gets a hint or something that will satisfy her curiosity. He takes a little too long to think about it and she shouts in impatience. 

 

"Tell me!!"

 

"I think you should go look," he fixes a placid look on his face to hide the excitement he feels behind it. Maybe he wouldn't even have to do anything, maybe Jinx would find you at Sevika's apartment and drag you to Silco herself. 

 

"That's no fun! Why not just tell me?! Come ooonnnnn, tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Jinx begins to yell and Finn swears he'd rather scoop out his eardrums with a rusty fork than hear her voice any longer. 

 

"It should stay as a surprise, it might be more.... enjoyable, that way," he sneers before brushing her hands off of him. 

 

"Ughhh, booooring! But fine, I'll go to her stinky apartment and scope it out!" She rolls her eyes and dramatically walks off, mumbling to herself all the while. 

 

Jinx decides she'll wait until she knows the ogre is out and about doing grunt work until she finds whatever is being stowed away. She has to work on the weapon anyways, that should keep her attention for a couple of hours. There is an added sense of giddiness though, whatever toy Sevika has bleeds. 

 

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After you've had some time to come down from the shock of being held hostage, you realize your neck doesn't hurt that bad. 

 

Sure, it stings when you move your head too much but that's it! You wouldn't mind being dramatic because it means Sevika would baby you a little more, but it's less than ideal that she won't even indulge you in some kisses. 

 

"It's not fair," your whining voice carries out in the apartment as you trail behind her. 

 

She had held you in her arms for a while, occasionally snorting in amusement at your near begging at wanting her to touch you. One time she had been a smart ass and said she was touching you, glancing down at her arms wrapped around you to prove her point. You tried to argue that you were completely fine and that it would be okay but she simply shook her head. This went on until your stomach growled, reminding the two of you that dinner had not been made yet. Sevika told you to stay in bed while she made you something and of course, you didn't listen. Hence you trailing behind her on her journey to the kitchen. 

 

"Maybe you should get better at self defense so I don't have to keep saving you, princess," she tips her head at you and you gasp at her smug grin. 

 

"You-- well I- that... Ugh!" You can't quite find the words you want to use but she snickers at your stuttering. 

 

"Hm? What was that?" Sevika goads and looks pretty pleased with herself when your face heats up in frustration. 

 

"You... You're a-- you're just a big-!"

 

"-a big what?" She leans in and lets a big toothy smile take over her small cheesy one. 

 

"Meanie!" You settle on and it brings an almost distant memory to mind when you had said something similar about her teasing you with her strap. 

 

"Wow, real eloquent," she comments, stepping away from you to start picking out something to make. 

 

You pout your lips in lieu of a comeback, not that you had one anyways. Sevika makes quick work of the meal, choosing to do a simple yet tasty egg and hash as breakfast for dinner type of spread. You gather the plates and utensils, making a cup of water for each of you. This time, she doesn't allow you to sit on the floor. She pulls your arm when you start to kneel down and tugs until you're sitting next to her on the couch. There's no empty space between you two, her's and your legs smushed together. Her action has you mumbling under your breath about 'mushy'.

 

"What was that?" She nudges you while scooping a big forkful of potatoes into her mouth. 

 

"Hm? Oh, nothing," you shrug and bring your plate onto your lap so you can eat over it. 

 

She finishes before you and sits back to relax more comfortably, resting her arms over the back of the couch. A few minutes later, you polish the contents of your plate and set it next to hers on the coffee table. You lean back and rearrange yourself so that one of your legs goes over her lap, one of your arms coming to lay over her stomach, your head resting on her shoulder. The two of you take a long breath in then out and sink deeper into the loveseat.

 

"I'm going to kill him," she states resolutely after a moment of silence passes. 

 

"You won't get in trouble?" You tilt your head up so you can study her expressions. 

 

"I have a plan. He's been getting sloppy lately, not to mention he's trying to dethrone Silco. His time was limited anyways."

 

She does have a thought in her head that says maybe it isn't the wisest idea, that maybe she would be putting herself in a tight spot by killing the worm. Her face goes cloudy and you want to see it relaxed like it had been just a moment ago. You slide your hand up from her chest to her jaw to softly turn her to look at you. She follows your silent request easily, her eyes searching over your face before landing on your eyes. She's surprised you're still able to look at her like you are, starry eyes locked on like a lovesick fool. It's too bad, she finds herself being sucked in.

 

"Make it hurt for me?" Her eyes watch the slow movement of your lips as you make the request. 

 

"Kinky."

 

"You know that's not what I mean," you lift your hand higher and tuck some of her hair behind her ear. 

 

"Yeah, I do. Wish it wasn't all so complicated, then maybe I coulda brought you along and let you have the final blow," Sevika sighs and her eyes close at the tenderness of your touch. 

 

"It's okay. I have a feeling you know how to make people suffer," you hum and she raises a brow at your choice of words, her eyes opening back up to peek down at you.

 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

 

"Well, I just figure with how much you excel at being a tease you must know how to draw things out," your words are nonchalant and you bring your hand down to trace the outline of her lips. 

 

"Wow, alright. Easy way to say you're spoiled," she rolls her eyes. 

 

You quickly reposition yourself to be completely over her lap, your arms coming to rest on her shoulders. Her's leaves the back of the couch and her hands come to rest on either side of your ass. You let your weight press down onto her lap and in a faux adjustment of yourself, you grind against her front. You don't push your luck too far, settling down once more when you feel both her organic and metal hand squeeze the squishiness of your hips through your short silk nightgown. 

 

"Maybe old me. New me has been waiting for days quite patiently, if I do say so myself," you hmph at the end of your short spiel. 

 

"Oh gods, what did I think I was signing up for?" Sevika sighs dramatically and her head lolls back against the couch in playful vexation. 

 

"How rude!" You gasp and make believe you're getting up from her lap before her hands yank you back down against her, holding you in place. 

 

"I think I took your lesson on patience very well," you lean forward to let your nose brush against hers. You watch as her pupils grow at your closeness. It seems like you're no longer the only one affected by the other. 

 

"Yeah, you took it well. Not so sure if it stuck though," she licks her lips and you swear you feel the heat of her tongue on your skin for a fraction of a second. 

 

"Maybe you should give me another?" Your voice drops a little lower and it's hard to control the way your lids flutter at her frustrated groan. 

 

"You'd like that, huh?" Her grip tightens and it is without hesitation that your hips roll once more against her. Your head drops forward so that your cheek presses against hers.

 

"Wanna feel you in me again," you breathe out into her ear. Sevika almost falls into the whiney and seductive curve of your words, but it's the scratchiness of your bandaged neck that she holds back. 

 

"Not tonight."

 

"Sevika-" you start to whine but upon leaning back and finding a more serious look upon her face that you force yourself to calm down. 

 

"You went through a lot tonight. It wouldn't be right to do that without giving you a chance to rest first," her eyes search yours as they hope to see you understand. 

 

Your shoulders sag and you sigh tiredly, "okay. 'M sorry." You move to get off of her lap but she holds you down again. 

 

"There's no need for that. Just know that's why," she tries to get you to look back up at her and after a moment, you do. 

 

"So you still want me?" Your voice is insecure and she hates it. She misses a minute ago when you sounded so much more comfortable and confident. 

 

"You wouldn't still be here if I didn't." It's not the sweetest thing Sevika could have said, but when your eyes light up again and she can nearly see the hearts in them she knows it got the point across. 

 

"Aww," you gush, "so you do like me!"

 

"Shut the fuck up."

 

When the apartment fills with the sound of your giddy laughter, Sevika starts to feel the annoying warmth in her chest grow. 

Notes:

I think you know what happens next😏

I just decided to follow in the footsteps of Sevika and be a tease. You shall be fed by the end of next week! Or maybe not. With the first part of this fic I expected to just do a one shot and have the smut be done in a chapter or two but obviously that's not how it panned out. Literally got ahead of myself and created a whole ass series💀

Chapter 9

Sevika wakes you up before she leaves the next morning. 

 

You grumble about her having woken you up early, though she cuts you off before the complaining can begin. 

 

"I need you to jam the chair under the door after I leave."

 

That wakes you up. Sure, it makes sense. Obviously the lock was no longer enough, seeing as how someone had easily picked it and made their way in. 

 

"I thought you were going to kill him?" You sit up in the bed, turning your body so that your legs hang off the bed. 

 

"I am, but there are other shit heads out there that would try. I also don't know who he could have told, I don't trust that he's kept his mouth shut," she growls in annoyance as she shoves her feet into her boots. 

 

You get up and follow her to the door, wrapping your arms around yourself as you wait for her to leave. 

 

"Don't move it for anyone but me, okay?" Sevika takes your shoulders in her hands so that you'll look up at her. You don't know how, but you'd almost forgotten how tall she is. You have to tilt your head back a bit so you can make proper eye contact. 

 

"Can we come up with a knock or something so I know for sure?" Your teeth start to worry at the skin of your lips. 

 

"Are you going to forget what I sound like?" She snorts but lets go to raise her hand to the wall. She knocks her knuckles against the wall once, pauses, two more times, then completes the signal with four final knocks. 

 

"How's that?" 

 

"That's good," you dig your nails into the skin of your arms to hold back from asking her to leave. You didn't want to seem needy, but now the realization was hitting that you would be alone which isn't that bad as you've been dealing with that since being here. It was the thought that someone else might try, and what if this time they didn't wait for Sevika to come back.

 

"You'll be fine. I'll be back as soon as it's done, alright?" She can see the way you're curling in on yourself but doesn't know how to comfort you, so she relies on instinct and tries not to cringe when she pulls you into a hug. 

 

It's odd, but not unwelcome. You relax into the hug and wrap your arms around her waist for a moment to bask in the warmth of the embrace. You can feel the way her muscles are tense though so you don't force her to hold you too long. 

 

"Thank you," you offer your appreciation before stepping back and moving away to grab the chair. 

 

Sevika breathes out upon you separating yourself from her. She sees the little smile you tuck away as you turn away and frowns.

 

"Oi, don't get any funny ideas. I only did that because it looked like you were about to cry." 

 

"I didn't say anything," you hold back a grin as you drag the chair over. 

 

"Yeah, just got that stupid look on your face," she grunts. 

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," and this time you allow a shit-eating grin spread across your lips. 

 

"Fucking brat. I'll see you later," Sevika flips you the finger as she heads out the door. 

 

As soon as it closes behind her, you shove the chair under the handle. You adjust it until you're satisfied with the stiffness of the angle. You hear her on the other side push at the door once, then twice to test the give. When the lock clicks into place, you figure she must be satisfied with it too. You expect her to leave immediately after that, but she offers two small knocks to signal her departure. You give her two back and figure she must hear it because the sound of her heavy footsteps leaving follows them. 

 

Now that you're officially alone, you have to decide what to do with your day. 

 

You briefly contemplate going back to bed seeing as it is still relatively early but you're still a little anxious about any unwanted intruders so you find something else to do. Starting off with a hot shower, you wash away some of your worries with your soap and scalding water. You wait until the water starts to flow cold to get out. After you dry yourself off a bit, you notice the salve on the edge of the sink. Sevika must've used some on you yesterday before she wrapped your neck. 

 

You check the mirror and sure enough, the nicks on your neck don't look too bad. You hadn't been able to check their severeness last night but whatever it had been would soon heal it seems. You apply some more but don't reapply any bandages so that the wounds can breathe a little bit. The walk back to the room is a little nippy in just a towel so you're quick to get to your suitcase to pick out something to wear. 

 

Lately you'd been wearing the frilly and silky nightwear Sevika brought for you. Unfortunately, it's only now that you realize your suitcase had slowly dwindled in supply as you changed every day and night into a different one. All that's left is a couple of suspiciously clean and non torn up replacements of your enforcer's uniform. Hm. You hadn't even seen them before, too happy at the thought that she'd brought you some of your things. The longer you look at them you realize she'd packed all the accessories too, belts and frilly socks and all.  

 

Wow. 

 

And she called you bad. 

 

Seeing as how it's all you have left to wear, you put it on, humming amusedly the whole time. 

 

Your boots that you'd been wearing before she took them off of you all that time ago are tucked under the bed. You take them out but decide to wait until later to put them on. Once you follow the routine you once used to do everyday, you find yourself back in the bathroom to look at your getup in the mirror. 

 

In a way it's almost shocking to see yourself back in the uniform, and yet it brings a sense of security. It's not quite the same without the hat and tired look in your eyes, but the familiarity soothes you a bit. Besides the tall cap, you're also missing a pair of underwear. It seems you'll be doing laundry while Sevika is out. 

 

You find a wash bin and fabric detergent tucked away in the cabinets. You sigh and look up at the ceiling for a moment as you reminisce over the memory of being able to just take your laundry to the cleaners and simply picking up your clean clothes at the end of the day. This technically wouldn't be the first time you'd be taking care of your own laundry as your mother had made sure you learned early on so that one day you could wash your husband's. As if. 

 

Although, if Sevika so much as mentioned it.... Well. 

 

Since most of your items are delicates and lace you don't have to wait for the water to heat back up. You fill the wash bin with cold water and soap and allow the laundry to soak for a few minutes before gently washing them with your hands. They weren't exactly dirty per se, but you don't think you could break the habit you developed in Piltover of never wearing the same thing twice until it was cleaned. It's why you had multiples of your uniform so that you could wear a fresh one every day. 

 

For a nice measure, you add a few drops of your soap to the fresh water after you dumped out the old to let everything soak a little bit longer to collect the scent. While you let everything sit again, you make a small breakfast and have to remind yourself not to stand too close to the window in your enforcer uniform. Probably wouldn't be the best idea, you think. 

 

Once you've eaten, you gently wring out the clothes and try your best to drape them over the shower curtain rod in a way that won't stretch them out. You quickly run out of room but find other little fixtures in the apartment to hang your garments from. In the end it looks a little silly, your panties and other delicates dangling around various areas of the apartment. Though it's not like you had much of a choice, so you only giggle and leave it be.

 

When you've taken care of the important stuff like your laundry and the dirty dishes, you pick up one of the books Sevika had also packed for you.

 

You hum again when you spread out across the couch and open it to the first page. Wasn't mushy but brought you lingerie, books, and backups of your uniform for no particular reason, hm? It's not like your regular clothes were hidden in your apartment either. They rested in the drawer just below your undergarments, but who were you to be ungrateful for the gifts you'd been given?

 

---

 

It's a long morning after she leaves the apartment. 

 

Sevika doesn't usually like to rush things, but she does today. She quickly gets through her shimmer quotas and collects the debts she's meant to before heading back to The Last Drop. It's all in hopes that she beats the rat. 

 

She does and uses the extra time to set the stage. 

 

Silco isn't in which isn't a bad thing but the bar is quiet, too quiet. She's not sure why, but she's sure she'll find out in a while. Usually when everything is still like this it means something big is in the process of happening somewhere. A mess, most likely. A mess she'll likely be left to clean up. 

 

Without worrying about it too much, she gathers some tools she keeps aside and brings them to her regular table. Her prosthetic is still fucked from when that blue haired enforcer shot it so she decides to bide her time fixing it up before Finn arrives. 

 

It takes a while, but a few quiet hours pass until he shows his ugly mug. In that time, she's made a few new adjustments to her arm and collected a bottle of an expensive liquor from the bar. The only reason she'd taken a small glass to go with it was in an effort to not down the whole thing in one go, which had been mostly successful. He'd taken so long that she'd already smoked through two cigarillos prior to the one she's working on when he saunters in. It's too confident of a walk, she thinks. A stride too big for him, acting as if he owns the place. 

 

Over her dead body. 

 

It didn't look like it, but the rage filled her veins at the sight of him. How he thought he could do whatever he wanted without consequence. How he thought he'd get off with hurting you and not believing she'd kill him. He must've been dropped on his head-multiple times- when he'd been younger, she decides. In an attempt to distract herself from lunging at him and ending him right here and now, she focuses back on her arm. 

 

"Silco isn't taking guests."

 

"Not a problem. Wasn't here for him," he plops down in the empty seat in front of her. 

 

The gall. 

 

He studies her nearly nonchalant form before he starts clicking that gods awful gold lighter. 

 

"Thought I might bend your ear," Finn looks away and watches how the few patrons that are present provide him with hesitant stares. They're all seemingly focused on their own thing, but they're aware enough that they sense the tension in the air. 

 

It's not as if they don't already know that he's trying to dethrone Silco. They're just amazed he could still be so daft at trying to get Sevika to join his side. 

 

"You know, when I ask my mates what Silco's up to, your name's first out of their mouths," he goes on to list the different things he's heard and all Sevika can think about it where he could have got the audacity to come to her like this despite what he had just done the day before. 

 

But Sevika is patient, despite what others may think. She has to play this smart.

 

Unfortunately, killing a chembaron without proper cause would be bad on her name so she has to let this go on until the time is right. 

 

"You're a scary lady."

 

"Get to your point," she cranks the screw in her arm and glares from across the table. 

 

She excels in patience and self control, though her attitude was slipping through the cracks. He had hurt you, and yet here he was trying to have a casual conversation with her. 

 

"You run a tight ship, don't you? Except it's not your ship. It's his, and Jinx's," Finn notes how he hadn't seen the dual-braid-wielding brat since his run in with her, perhaps with Sevika in front of him now, she'd be paying you a visit. 

 

"This is your plan? Undermine Silco by making a half-assed play at my ego? Gotta hand it to you, Finn," she starts, letting the new sword edition of her prosthetic swiftly extend out before continuing, "every time I think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low." 

 

"Let's be plain, then. He's slipping. The undercity's devolving to chaos..." He continues to drone on for a little longer and she starts to zone out a bit at his attempt to get her back on his side. He's delusional if he really believes that'll work. 

 

"Ego is one thing, brain's another," she manages to zone back in as he stands up. He steps around the table and she manages to keep her stare focused ahead because when he leans down to relight her cigarillo, it takes everything to not paint the floor in his blood at his too comfortable closeness to her. 

 

"There's bigger fish than Silco," she looks up at him from the corner of her eye and leans forward so that the herbs at the end of the roll can be lit again. If something as simple as relighting her blunt convinces him that she's on his side again, then at least it means she doesn't have to worry about playing an actress for too long. 

 

He clicks his lighter shut when she blows the smoke out through her nose, thinking about what kind of award she should receive when she catches the satisfied smile he gives at her 'compliance'. 

 

Much to her mixed annoyance and disappointment, he leaves after that. On any other day she'd thank the skies that the yapping rat had left, but without him here she wouldn't be able to prove his underhandedness to the boss. Meaning that she wouldn't be able to slaughter him like the pig that he is today. She waits a short while longer but the boss is still nowhere to be seen. She eventually pulls Ran aside and all they have to say about it is that he'd gone somewhere with Jinx. With no orders or notes left behind, she had no reason to stay. She'd done her work earlier and could leave. Maybe Finn was still close by... Perhaps she could go take care of business while everyone was seemingly elsewhere....

 

No, too many eyes in the underground. No matter how sneaky she could be, someone would see her moving his body. But she no longer trusts that if she can't see him that he won't try to go back to you. 

 

Sevika tells Ran she has business to attend to elsewhere and they raise a brow. It's not exactly accusatory, but it's a little too knowing of a gesture for Sevika's comfort. And it's not exactly like she can ask if Ran knows anything. Deep down she hopes Ran will mind their business just this once. 

 

It's not really something she's concerned herself with too much before-others' feelings, that is. There are times where she'll offer consolation like she has with Silco on occasion, but that's usually about the extent of it. Now though, she hopes you won't be upset that she hadn't followed through on her word. You're a Piltie though, surely you understand politics to an extent? You'll understand that some things take time. 

 

After she unlocks the door, she tries to push it open and nearly forgets that she had told you to jam the door. And it's not like she's not sturdy herself, she almost knocks the door off its hinges when she almost walks through it. 

 

The unexpected thump against the door has you running from her room out to the hallway. 

 

Your clothes had finally dried so you had been folding and neatly putting them away. It had been a day full of chores and reading, and it was about time to start dinner for Sevika's return. Just in case she got home early you decided to put the boots on to complete the look. It was when you'd been sliding the last buckle into place that you heard the thud. 

 

Your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest. You hadn't heard any knocks, did that mean this was someone else trying to break in? 

 

Before you can worry about it too much, the sound of Sevika's signal echoes out like an afterthought through the apartment. 

 

You do a little run to the door so you can move the chair out of the way. 

 

"Sorry, princess," she sighs, shutting the door behind her. 

 

She doesn't notice your attire right away, taking her cloak off and putting it away. The thought of her surprise makes you a little giddy. Though you do your best to act indifferent.  

 

"It's fine. It's probably been a long day," you smooth down the front of your uniform and when she finally catches the bold blue out of the corner of her eye, she snaps her head to observe you. 

 

Sevika is completely silent for a moment, looking you up and down as she takes in the sight of you back in your uniform. It's not quite a blush that takes place on her face, but there's certainly a heat that builds on her carefully placid features. You can mostly see it in the way her eyes darken in lust at the way the garb both covers you, yet hugs you in all the right places, exposing little bits of your skin that has her wanting to see more of it. 

 

"Going somewhere?" She asks, her gaze finally settling on yours. 

 

"No. Just ran out of nighties to wear, had to do some laundry," you shrug and turn to walk towards the kitchen. 

 

She doesn't quite grab you, but you can feel her body heat against your back as she follows closely. 

 

"Any requests for dinner?" You peek at her over your shoulder and catch the look she takes down of your derriere before her eyes shift back up. 

 

She simply grunts, attention elsewhere. 

 

You contemplate pulling out the moves on her, but up until this point she'd shot you down every time you tried. Sure, she seems to be responding pretty positively to your change in outfits. Though, it had been pretty much the same with everything you wore. When you had worn her shirt? Her eyes were stuck to your body like glue. Every time she'd seen you wearing one of your different babydoll nighties? Same thing. It was usually her eyes that appreciated the view, but never anything beyond that. 

 

Maybe you should stop trying, you think disappointedly to yourself. Why bother just to be shot down again? 

 

You quietly pick out things you think would go well together and begin prep. 

 

Sevika realizes she should probably say something, but her attention is drawn to how devastatingly well that awful uniform fits you. It's not an ugly look, it just has an ugly meaning behind it. What the uniform stands for disgusts her, but the sight of you in it has her temporarily getting over her disdain. 

 

Eventually you think of a topic to bring up. 

 

"You know, I expected you to come back more of a mess. But I guess you are-"

 

"I couldn't kill him today."

 

"Oh."

 

"The boss wasn't there today, he has to be around so he can see Finn can't be trusted," Sevika isn't sure why she starts trying to explain herself to you, but she doesn't like the flicker of terror she saw on your face. The terror that he might try and come after you again. 

 

"No, that's okay. I don't want you getting in trouble," you don't look at her but she can see the wall you put up to hide the fear that fills you. 

 

"He won't hurt you again, ever. I promise. I just need to make sure Silco sees him as the-"

 

"You don't have to explain, Sevika. It's all politics, I'm sure," you smile and she relaxes at the genuineness of it.  

 

See, she knew you'd understand. 

 

She falls silent again as you settle back on making the meal. As if for compensation, she steps in next to you to help. She reaches for a vegetable to cut and you slap her hands away. What? Where did you get the courage to do that? The audacity?

 

Sevika's eyes don't go comically large, but they do widen and you snicker at the look she gives you. 

 

"Wash your hands if you're going to help. I don't know where those things have been," you turn your nose up and she's reminded exactly who she's dealing with. 

 

"Excuse me? " 

 

"You heard me. I know you do dirty work, I won't have you touching our food until I've seen you wash your hands," you wonder if she knows that you don't mean it, you really are just teasing her. Sevika is cleaner than most topsiders you know, at least from what you've seen. 

 

Her face shifts and before you know it, she has a carefully deceptive look plastered on. You try not to let a smile take over your face when she steps up behind you, her front presses against your back and weighs heavily enough against you that you have to stop what you're doing to hold onto the counter in an attempt to not be bent over it. 

 

"My hands are dirty now?" Her metal claws gently scrape against the bare skin of your thigh while her flesh one slides up your front until it settles just under your breasts.

 

"Not quite what I said."

 

Something else catches her attention when she finally realizes they don't sit as high as they had the last time you'd worn this uniform. 

 

She slides her hand up a little higher so she can squeeze at the squish of one of your tits and she curses at her newfound knowledge. 

 

"No bra?" 

 

"All my stuff was dirty, remember?" 

 

"Yeah, okay. I think you're trying to pull all the stops out on me," and even though she's the one stuck to your back like glue and groping you, no, this actually wasn't an attempt. 

 

"Nope. Someone decided to only pack me lingerie and no real clothes, this is all I had left," you're surprised you're able to keep your tone nonchalant as her thumb brushes over one of your nipples through the fabric. 

 

"Oh? Should I take everything back then? Since you want to be ungrateful," you can hear the amusement in her voice as she pulls away from you. 

 

"No, I appreciate what you brought me. I just can't help but feel you may have purposefully ignored the rest of my wardrobe," you begin chopping the vegetable she had been reaching for and grin when you hear the sink turn on. 

 

"Or maybe all that shit was ugly and I only packed what I thought would suit you," she flicks the water and leftover soap from her hands before returning to your side. 

 

"Hm. So despite you hating enforcers so much, my uniform suits me? And lingerie?" You cast her a glance from the corner of your eye and she rolls her eyes. 

 

"Never should have got you anything in the first place," Sevika grumbles under her breath and snatches the carrot and knife from your hands, nudging you out of the way with her hip until she's in front of the cutting board. 

 

"Aw, so sweet! You're cute when you're crabby," you rise up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to her cheek before retreating away to start on another part of dinner. 

 

You hear more curses and other words leave her lips, but the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board almost hard enough you think it could break you decide to not push your luck too much. You do make a small comment after a minute about making sure not to cut the vegetables too chunky and you manage a giddy giggle when she sends a sweltering glare in your direction. Though, you hear a few more dramatic chops as she adjusts the sizes of the ones she'd already cut. 

 

By the time you finish prepping the broth she's setting down the knife. 

 

"Good?" Sevika gestures to the vegetables and you nod. 

 

"Mhm, thank you Sev," you pick up the cutting board and bring it over to the stove where the pot of broth boils. 

 

You add everything in, mixing in more seasoning until it tastes right. In order to let everything come together, you put a lid on and drop the heat to a simmer to give it some time. There's a little timer you'd found a few days ago so you set it for a few minutes in case you get distracted. 

 

Sevika won't say it out loud, but something about you being all comfortable and domestic in her kitchen has her cunt throbbing. Despite what you're wearing, your ease and subtle commanding of the meal only makes it worse. When she had packed your uniform, she had images of how it could have happened naturally. Maybe if she had let you go after that one night, let you run back off to Piltover in your tattered dress, she could have waited until she saw you on patrol. Or maybe she'd stand in an alley by your house and wait until you'd be walking back after your shift. Maybe pull you into the darkness and ruin another one of your uniforms, have you on your knees slobbering up her strap until it was wet enough for you. 

 

This wasn't so bad though. 

 

She hadn't realized she zoned out again until you're leaving the kitchen, your scent wafting past her. And like a dog to a bone, she follows. You plunk down on the couch, taking your book off the coffee table before opening it back up to where you'd stopped. Sevika doesn't sit right away, but her eyes stick to the way you cross one leg over the other and the skirt of the dress rises minutely. 

 

"Comfortable?" She asks once you've reclined yourself back to slouch. 

 

All she gets in response is a small hum of acknowledgement, a few seconds later you flip to the next page. There's a way your eyes are moving over the words though that has Sevika wondering if you're even reading. She unceremoniously plops down next to you-so close that she nearly sits on you- throwing her arm over the back of the couch and spreading her legs in a way so that they nearly jostle yours out of place. 

 

"What's it about?" 

 

You look at her out of the corner of your eye to find her attention on you, sliding your gaze back to the words before you can get too distracted. 

 

"Nothing you'd be interested in." 

 

"That's a little rude, sweetheart. How would you know?" Sevika's metal arm slips down from the raised back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders a little bit, pulling you into her side.  

 

"Since when have you been interested in romance?" You huff and try to readjust yourself but her hold on you is solid. 

 

She thinks of mentioning that it may have started when she stopped going to the brothel, though second guesses herself. She doesn't want you to get too full of yourself. 

 

"Of course that's something you would be interested in. Are all your books sappy love novels?" Sevika snorts, lowering her head to try and get a better view on the pages. 

 

You bite your tongue. See? You knew she wouldn't be interested in it. And if she was just going to make fun of you for it, you'd rather not even bother explaining the rest of the plot. Sure, there was romance involved. But there was also a plot full of twists and chest clenching cliff hangers. It certainly helped that the relationship was of the lesbian sorts, even better without the added cheating on a husband aspect that so many authors love to dump in. There were only a few writers that got everything just right in your little collection of books you'd accrued in your apartment. Sevika takes your lack of a response as a silent acceptance of her being right. 

 

"Seriously? Is that all there is to these wastes of paper?" 

 

"Like I said, you wouldn't be interested," you grumble, starting to grow a stank frown on your face at her being mean. 

 

"Then explain it to me. I asked, didn't I?" Her flesh fingers invade your space, pushing the book back so it's open enough that she can read alongside you. You notice then that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your cheek. You take another peek out of the corner of your eye and realize her face is much closer, head still bent down so it's easier to see the smaller print. 

 

When you open your mouth to explain the plot, you hesitate. It very quickly hits you that this particular read is about star crossed lovers, forced to meet in hiding because of the war torn kingdoms they're apart of. Hm. Sound familiar? You don't remember if the story ends on a good note, but you do remember this author has a penchant for angst. 

 

"Did you forget or something?"

 

"No. I don't want you to laugh."

 

"If you don't just get on with it I'll just read the summary and laugh at you anyways-"

 

"Fine! The main story is about two kingdoms at war. There are attempts at a truce, but one side is always more greedy with their wants than the other. At one of the meetings about potential peace, the two love interests meet. One of the women is of the queen's guard, the other a lady-in-waiting. Over time, they find that the other isn't as terrible as they once thought. They're only able to see each other at these gatherings until they grow bolder and start sending letters with birds and meeting up in secret. This happens over the timespan of a few years, it's beautiful, really. Mostly everything is well until-" you stop yourself.

 

"Until?" Sevika presses.

 

"Spoilers," you hum softly. 

 

You think you remember this one doesn't have a sweet ending. 

 

"Don't tell me they die at the end?" She plucks the book from your hands and flips to the last few pages. 

 

"Hey!"

 

"Just gotta check over the bullshit you read, ya know? No wonder your ideals are craaaa-"

 

You wriggle in the grasp of her heavy prosthetic and twist your upper body so your hands go over her eyes. You already know she'd just stretch her arm away so you couldn't pull the book away, so you'd resorted to something a little easier. 

 

"That's not how books work! You have to read the whole thing!" 

 

A loud chuckle erupts from her lips and it has the edges of your own curling up, not that she can see it currently. 

 

"So that is how it ends?" Reaching her metal arm fully around you, she tries to move your hands away from her face. 

 

"No! You'll have to read it, you brute!" You giggle as she switches tactics, standing with you still in her hold so she can maneuver you over her shoulder. 

 

You're graced with the fantastic view of her ass, though it's nearly ruined when she starts to read out loud. 

 

"Her heart yearned and burned for her love-"

 

"No no no!" You retaliate by spanking her bum with rapid fire slaps. You aren't bold enough to use your full strength, but you do put a little force behind them to get her attention. Instead, you only feel the vibration of her laughter against you before she continues reading in a mocking tone. 

 

"It had been a fortnight too long since she'd last been graced with-"

 

You pick up in your fight in her hold until you're almost able to slip down. It wouldn't be a fun fall seeing as how she's as tall as a damn mountain but at least you'd have a better chance at grabbing the book from her hand. 

 

"Careful, brat. Or else I might drop you," Sevika pauses in her reading to do a little readjustment on you so you're properly folded over her shoulder again. 

 

"Good! Then at least it would be a fair fight!" You switch tactics and try to use your feet to kick the book away from her. You don't normally wish to be so careless with your books but this is a dire situation that calls for it. You're unable to see where she's holding it so you simply start to kick in the direction you think it might be in. 

 

The woman might as well be a brick wall because you're hardly able to budge with the way her prosthetic curls over the back of your thighs to keep them from moving too much, meaning your kicks are pointless and a waste of energy. You scream in frustration when she starts to read again. This time you don't hold back when you hit at her butt, though she only laughs at your attempt at stopping her. She thankfully doesn't get too far before the sound of the little timer in the kitchen rings out. You hear her snap the book shut and the thud that follows as she tosses it on the couch but she doesn't take you off her shoulder until you can see the tiles under her feet, maneuvering you so that you land softly despite your discontented wriggling. 

 

The bubbling pot on the stove saves her from your wrath and you seethe at her under your breath as you turn the cooktop off. Sevika watches you with pure amusement as you aggressively brush the wrinkles of your uniform out with one hand while the other stirs the soup. Unable and unwilling to watch you stew in your irritation alone, she steps closer until her chest presses against your back and her arms wrap around your waist. 

 

"I'm busy," is what you say, but you make no move to push her away. 

 

"Oh, I know. You're so busy," Sevika muses humorously, her voice close enough in your ear that you have to hold back a shiver. 

 

A sharp comeback lingers on your tongue only to slip away when she pulls your hips back into hers. All that escapes your lips is a careful breath as you try to hold back a whimper as she makes a slow, tortuous grind into your backside. The spoon in your hand almost slips when she hooks her chin over your shoulder and it almost feels like all parts of you are touching all parts of her, your body warming with the contact of hers.

 

"Your neck looks better," she whispers into the sensitive skin. 

 

"Does it?" Your tone is airy and soft, a harsh contrast to the aggressive grip you have on the spoon that leaves your knuckles white with the force of it. 

 

"Mhm," Sevika hums, pressing an open mouthed kiss on the edge of one of the mostly healed nicks. The vibrations of her raspy timbre makes it impossible to hold back and this time you do shiver against her, a breathy gasp escaping you. 

 

Her flesh hand leaves your waist, slowly moving up the length of your torso before shortly departing to take the spoon from your hand. All the while, she's pressing more kisses to your neck. Your eyelids flutter shut and you don't notice how she's putting a cover on the soup after setting the spoon aside. When you feel the warmth of her organic hand again, it's on your chin, turning your face towards hers. For a moment, the two of you share a breath. Your chest is practically heaving with anticipation as her gaze flickers down to your lips. 

 

"Sevika," you whine.

 

You don't deny her when her lips finally press into yours. 

 

Notes:

YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!! I was going to keep it in this chapter but it was getting too long so I'm making another chapter out of it. I promise not to take as long next time!

I've been disgustingly ill this last week and I had fully intended to get an update out since it's been a while but my mind was so foggy that I couldn't even write. It's starting to clear up a little though so I hope this was at the very least somewhat enjoyable.

I've mostly stuck to the timeline of the show but I did adjust the bridge scene to happen later because----!! ...you'll eventually find out :D

Just know I have plans lol.

I hope I did okay! I know a couple of people commented that they wanted Sevika to be the one to engage first this time around so I hope this is what you were looking for?/That I understood correctly? Let me know!

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 10

Summary:

Whore-knee.

Notes:

Absolutely depraved.

Everything is overwhelming and underwhelming all at once. Her lips move against yours, her tongue boldly traversing the nonexistent distance between your mouths to press against your own. A wet and sloppy mess that has her groaning and the vibrations thrumming down your throat. Her hands have since turned you around so your whole body faces her, sliding down the length of your body until they reach your thighs. You should expect it when you feel the slight dig of her fingers and claws alike press into the exposed skin, but you still gasp when she lifts you into her arms-adjusting you so that your thighs rest on either side of her waist as she holds you up. 

 

Sevika doesn't pull away for air when the kiss lasts longer, instead you feel the ticklish sensation of her breath against your face as she breathes through her nose instead. You try to follow her lead but it isn't enough and it leaves you whimpering into her mouth as you struggle to suck in enough air, your lungs cry for a bigger breath. When you manage the strength to pull away just for a moment to gasp, her lips only redirect and travel down the edge of your jaw to your neck. It's then that you notice she's walking, carrying you away from the kitchen. Though when she takes the liberty of sucking a mark into the skin above your collar, you're reminded of the other issue. You can feel her touch all over but not quite in the right place. 

 

Her lips and tongue on your neck. One hand securing your thigh to her side, the other venturing higher to squeeze at your ass and pulling you impossibly closer against her front. Her covered chest pressed against yours. 

 

Too much. Too little. 

 

Your own hands have been innocently clenching the fabric of the shirt hiding her shoulders, but now you move one to hold the back of her head-to feel her soft hair between your fingers. Your other finds her cheek to redirect her lips back to yours, greedy for more kisses. You can feel her amused huff when her chest moves with the action of it, and yet her lips are back before you can complain about their absence.

 

It's been so long since she's touched you like this, it feels like eons since the last time. You're unsure if you want to let this happen so nicely or if you want to ask her to put you on your knees in front of her again. She's certainly treating you much nicer now than she had then. You're a little surprised when she suddenly drops and you make a worried noise into her mouth until you realize she was only sitting down on the couch, keeping you perched on her lap. 

 

Sevika pulls back and it is with heady eyes that you see the satisfied smirk pulling at her mouth. This time it's you who trails their lips away, pressing a gentle kiss to the cracks in her cheek down and along the sharp angle of her jaw, trailing further until you can latch onto the muscular joint where her neck meets her shoulder. She keeps the one hand on your ass and the other drags up your back in a fashion that sends a delicious shiver up your spine, your hips jolting for that touch elsewhere. The hand ends its journey similar to your own when it threads through the hair on the back of your head. For a moment, it simply grips you, holding you in place while you moan at the salty taste of her flesh. Your teeth start to graze her skin before she turns her hold and tugs your head back. 

 

You think her eyes reflect yours, half lidded and hot with lust. Her gaze drops to your parted lips, dark and swollen from her mean kisses, spit slicked. It's an unconscious action that has your tongue darting out to taste the remnants of her on them, but you find it's nothing compared to when she had sat on your face and you got to lick and lap at her cunt. Sevika turns her attention up to look into your eyes. 

 

You aren't completely taken out of the mood by her words, but you definitely feel your face flatten when she says, "desperate?"

 

Your lips flatten out and your eyes linger between half open and closed, only now it's not out of lust but irk. You have the urge to bring up how she was the one who was feeling you up first when a better idea takes root in your mind. Instead of using words, you move to get off of her lap. You get as far as one booted foot touching the floor and your hand leaving her hair before she yanks you back down, this time sat on one of her thighs instead of over both legs. 

 

It's not until your unclothed cunt comes into contact with the rough fabric of her pants that you remember that on top of not wearing a bra, you hadn't any panties on either. You hiss through your teeth at the sensation, and yet you still find yourself barely able to hold back from grinding into her thigh. 

 

"Sensitive?" Sevika teases, bouncing her thigh up into you. 

 

Your head tips forward as you try to bite back the moan that threatens to bubble up, but you catch the smug look on her face. Oh, how you wish to wipe it right off.  

 

"Do you remember how I said I had to do laundry earlier?" You look back up to her through your eyelashes. 

 

"Sure," laundry was the last thing on Sevika's mind. She wanted to hear more of those cute noises from your mouth, not to recall a conversation that seemingly has no place within what's happening right now. 

 

Using both of your hands, you wrap them around the wrist of her flesh hand that's fiercely gripping your rear end and tug at it until she allows you to move it. Sevika's face shifts to a look of thinly veiled curiosity as you shift it around to your front. Keeping one hand on her wrist, you use your other to barely lift the skirt at the front of the dress just enough to bring her hand underneath it before she can see your surprise. And oh is it worth it. 

 

When you lift yourself just enough off her thigh that you can move her hand between her leg and you, she thinks she's about to feel the lace of your panties. What she feels instead, is your naked and dripping slit as you make a minute undulation of your hips against her hand. Her eyes widen at the reveal and it's your turn to look smug. Her fingers curl up and you bite your lips as they dip between your lips when you think of something really amazing. 

 

"Desperate ?" You simper, her own accusation being tossed back at her. 

 

"You filthy fucking brat," the words come out of Sevika's mouth in a growl. But there's a viscously sexy feral smile taking place on her face that has you leaning forward as she does to meet her in a teeth gnashing kiss. The hand she still has in your hair grips it tighter to the point of a pleasant pain that has you moaning into her mouth. For a moment you worry about the metal of her prosthetic getting caught in the strands, but her middle finger teasing at your empty hole brings your attention elsewhere. 

 

"What do you want?" Her finger tip teases along the edge of your clenching cunt, only to move it up to circle it around your clit when you try to sit on it. 

 

"Want you, Sevika," you chase her lips when she pulls back to ask the question. She indulges you for one more moment, pulling at your bottom lip with her teeth. 

 

"Gotta be more specific, princess," her claws give one more solid tug to your hair as if to encourage you to answer her. It falls away when you open your mouth to answer, falling to your hip. 

 

"Your fingers, strap, I don't care. I just need you in me." You try following her hand with little movements of your hips, but she pulls her hand out from under you to mirror her other hand on your opposite hip. You make a noise of frustration. 

 

"You sure? I thought my hands were too filthy for you," her words fall off into a growl at the end and you have to bite your lip to hold back from moaning as they grip tightly at your hips, dragging your bare pussy against her pant covered leg.

 

"Maybe I like that," you breathe out, following her movement and grinding down into her. 

 

"Such a fucking brat," she seethes through her teeth, lifting one of her hands to drop it back down harshly against your thigh in a mean spank. 

 

Your jaw drops and a moan rings out into the space between your faces. This time you find yourself filling both of your palms with her hair as you pull her face back against yours, lips, teeth, and tongue a mess of saliva, kisses, and curses. Her hands help pull you along her leg, picking up speed in your riding until you can almost feel your peak on the horizon. Sevika revels in the barely concealed whimpers that only grow in volume as your hips move faster. She's a little disgruntled when you pull away, though not too much when you lean forward so your lips brush against her earlobe. Without stopping your movement, you arch your back so that your chest can press harder against hers. Over your shoulder she can see the way the arch accentuates the shape of your body. 

 

"I like when you're mean to me," it's revealed like a secret, the words whispered into your lover's ear. 

 

To show her generosity, Sevika shoves you off her lap. You frown up at her from your new level. You were meaning more degradation, maybe, not a new seat on the floor. But when she spreads her legs you don't hesitate to scoot between them, your knees protected by the padding of your boots. 

 

"My pretty little enforcer, you look good like that. Maybe I should keep you on your knees all of the time," Sevika trails the sharp metal point of her thumb against the underside of your jaw. It takes her by surprise when you dip your head down to take the deadly finger into your mouth to suck on it. 

 

"Fuck. Need something to keep your mouth busy, baby?" She tries not to let her head fall back at the sight of you between her legs, sucking her finger like she's imagined you doing to her strap. You nod and suck the appendage deeper into your mouth. Despite it actually being clean from her washing it at your earlier request, it is still sharp and dangerous. So with tender care she slides it out of the wet cavity, your lips turning down at the motion. 

 

"I've got something else you can suck on," Sevika looks down to her pants. You quickly take the hint and with quick hands you unbutton the offending garb and tug them down her legs as fast as you can. 

 

As soon as she's exposed, you slide your shoulders under her thighs so you can get as close to her cunt as you can. The thick scent of her musk fills your nose. You latch onto her clit and offer a harsh suck as you hum at the smell of her. 

 

"Fuck!" The heel of one of her feet digs into your back to pull you closer. "Always so good with your mouth, princess." The praise has you keening into her again. 

 

You part from her clit so your tongue can dip down into her. You nudge apart her folds with the wet muscle until you can press the tip of it against her twitching hole. She curses again and you only push ahead, curling it in so you can feel her pussy squeeze around your tongue. You know you can reach a deeper spot with your fingers but when you bring them up to join your mouth, she shakes her head. "No hands." You make a grumble of complaint and take pleasant note of the way her eyes roll back for a moment at the vibrations. To still make use of them, you slide them up from under her thighs where your shoulders still are until you can hold her hips. With an encouraging grip, you tug her as best as you can so she rolls her hips into your face. 

 

Her eyes open again and you can tell she's about to repeat her 'no hands' order but you shake your head so that the tip of your nose can play at the bump of her clit. Her flesh hand grabs a handful of hair and shoves you harder against her in reaction, the twinge of pain has you moaning into her again. While she's somewhat distracted, you try to sneak a hand off her hip up to squeeze at one of her breasts, but she catches it with her prosthetic and pins it to the couch. Her final warning is a glare down at you that maybe would have scared you at one point, but only has you pressing your thighs together in attempts of relief at how much it heats you. 

 

You drag the flat of your tongue out of her up to her clit once more, making a single teasing circle around the bundle of nerves. You can see the way she tosses her head back and you strike. First you wrap your lips around it in a gentle kiss, your tongue laving it like ice cream once, twice, then a third time until you feel her legs tremble on either side of your head. With a great amount of care and caution, you let your teeth gently graze her clit, rolling it between your top and bottom row like you would her nipple if you had the chance. Both of her heels press into your back now and you abandon the notion of teasing her to suck the bundle fully into your mouth, creating a suction that makes a loud wet sound that echoes throughout the apartment. 

 

Sevika's hand now tightens to the point of bringing tears to your eyes but you don't fight it as she gushes into your mouth, her legs wrapping around your head as she cums. You think she curses, shouts maybe, but it's all muffled by the thick muscle of her thighs pressing against your ears. It's not until the hand in your hair shifts to pull you away that you unlatch, sucking in a hot breath. 

 

"Such a good girl," Sevika compliments breathlessly while you press sloppy kisses and kitten licks against her folds in attempts to clean her. A quiet moan escapes you at her praise and the sensitivity is too much right now so she pulls you back up to sit on her now bare lap. Not minding her slick still coating your lips, she licks into your parted mouth until your tongue slips out to meet hers. You enjoy the way they slide and circle each other, but your nerves are all on fire and you want more. You suck the muscle into your mouth and lightly dig your teeth into it to hold it there while you create a suction around it. 

 

"Should've had you suck my strap since you want something in your mouth so bad," she pulls her head away and you try to chase her mouth only to be stopped when the hand of her prosthetic comes up to press against your throat in warning. 

 

"Sevika," you whine out in a shaky voice. You need her to touch you. Your nipples have long since been stiff and poking against the fabric of your uniform, your pussy is dripping with need-worse now after having drank from hers, and all the buckles and harnesses of said suit provide stimulation but in all the wrong ways-like being tied up without the satisfaction of really being restrained. Hells, even the tips of your fingers and toes tingle in sensitivity. You're practically shivering in anticipation. 

 

"Need something, p-please," you try to grind against her front but it's harder with your legs spread over the width of her broad hips. 

 

Sevika plays with the thought of abstaining. You'd been all but wanting this ever since the first and last night you spent stretched out over her fingers and strap. What would a few more days be? Maybe you'd crawl to her on your knees and beg for anything she'd throw at you. Perhaps she'd come home to you taking care of your needs yourself. But then she sees the tears prickling on the edges of your eyelashes, the shakes of need that threaten to consume you whole. 

 

Her sweet little topsider. 

 

Of course  she'll indulge her greedy pet enforcer. 

 

Before she picks you back up into her arms, she removes her top so that she is fully naked now. You make moves to bring your lithe fingers to her chest but she takes hold of your wrists and has you make a loop behind her neck so you can hold on when she stands. Your legs tighten around her waist out of fear of falling even though she's quick to grab hold of your buttocks in each hand to keep you up. You contemplate kissing her on the trip to her room only to instead suck on the skin below her ear with whispers escaping of how you want her to ruin you. 

 

She ungraciously drops you onto the bed, turning away as soon as she's detached you from her. All thoughts of complaining slip away when you see the drawer she saunters over to. You know she has a variety of different toys in there. And despite your worries last time, you hope she picks out one that will fuck you full of her. 

 

Your eyes are locked on the options of sizes so you don't see when she chances a glance at you over her shoulder, she catches the way your eyes linger on the thicker ones. It's then that Sevika decides to make it a surprise. 

 

"Close your eyes." Your eyelids squeeze shut and as an extra measure of protection against yourself, you bring your hands up to cover them in case you feel the urge to peek. You hear the chuckle that's emitted at your extraness. On top of that, you can also hear the sound of her sliding on the harness and adjusting it to fit just right. You think you can pick on some noises of her arm being adjusted and something sloshing, but you can't tell for sure. There's other things going on, though without vision it's impossible to tell what it is.  

 

By the time she allows you to open them again, she's laid back against the bed and has you sitting atop her once more. She pulls your hands away from your eyes, tugging you so you fall forward and have to rest your hands on either side of her head on the pillow beneath it. It's a stark contrast to the last time you two had been intimate in her bed, you note. She had been on top the whole time, albeit in different positions, but the fact remains that she had been in control for the entirety of your intimacy. You don't doubt she's still the one in control now, yet she doesn't immediately stop when you grind down into the bulge you feel between you and her. 

 

"Open your eyes, little bird," Sevika orders smoothly. And you do. 

 

You're still entirely dressed-sans your underclothes-and you almost want nothing more than to pull the uniform over your head, to tear the arm coverings away, maybe to even burn your boots so you never have to wear them again. The one thing that you want more than that... Her inside of you. You don't really care which method she settles on, you'd love the sizable strap you're grinding on but you certainly won't be picky if she decides to use her thick and worn fingers instead so long as she destroys you. 

 

Her flesh fingers glide down the length of your body until they reach the bare flesh of your leg, sliding around until she comes in contact with the curve of your ass where she flips the back of the uniform up enough that she can grab a handful of the supple skin. Her metal ones, however, find one of your nipples through the fabric of the dress and pinch until you cry out. She doesn't deny you the luxury of her lips either when you bend your arms enough that you can kiss her again. It seems that she's ready to indulge you though, when after a few seconds she splays her prosthetic hand in the center of your chest to make you sit up. Her intoxicating gaze drinks up the sight of you still wrapped up, the blues, whites, and golds of the uniform complimenting your skin beautifully. How unfortunate but fitting that Sevika's beloved topsider suits a gods awful enforcer uniform. Rather, how well it suits you. 

 

"Hold it up for me," her raspy voice demands. 

 

For a moment you're unsure what she means, and then the hand planted on your rear tugs at the ruffled edge from the back so you get the hint. Shyly, you use both hands to grip the hem at the front of the skirt and slowly lift it. When you look down, you gasp at a sight completely different to what you hear her inhale gaudily at. While she's focused on the wet mess that is your pussy, you're focused on the bright purple cock attached to the strap harness she's wearing.

 

It's big. Huge, even. It has been a while so you don't remember for certain, but you think it's probably bigger than the last one she fucked into you. You think you see something connecting up to her arm and that's when you realize the reason it's such a brilliant and bright purple is because of shimmer. There's one canister of the drug already loaded into the slot on her prosthetic- not yet injected but on standby.

 

"I don't have to use it, if you don't want," Sevika hums when she notices your attention straying to the vial in her arm. "It's only there if you're up for it."

 

"What would it do?" Your voice comes out impossibly soft, she hears you all the same. She takes half a second too long in giving you an answer because you choose right then to grind down on the monstrosity laid between your legs, humming happily when your clit rolls over it. 

 

"Exactly what you want," she takes a moment to bite down on the pudge of her lower lip while you keep grinding against her, little sounds of neediness escaping. 

 

"It would make me extra mean- for a while," Sevika finally finishes. 

 

Your head falls back as you imagine it. She'd probably be harder on you than she had been the first time. Would she hold you down again? Fuck you till you're a squirting mess? Maybe she would even be as nice to wrap her fingers around your throat and choke you? Even better, put her fingers in your mouth so you're filled in multiple holes? Your hold on your dress must fall while you're daydreaming because she drops a warning slap against your ass that has you lifting your head back up so you could look down at her. She has a brow cocked in question, awaiting your answer. 

 

"Can I say when?" You ask. You definitely want it, but not until you've had her just the way she is for a minute or two. 

 

"Mhm. Only if you're sure, though. It will be hard if you decide you want to stop after, at least until the effects fade," she warns. Sevika has great self control and yet even she knows it would be hard for her to stop once she's under the influence of shimmer. She knows she would, for you, but only if you can be louder than the sounds of her fucking you. 

 

"I won't want you to stop. I just need a minute to get ready for it," you promise, angling your hips so that you can tease the tip of the toy at your entrance before sliding against it again so it bumps at your clit. 

 

Your words mixed with the movement of your hips has Sevika puffing out a loud breath as she tries her hardest not to throw you from her lap and fuck you how she wants anyways. She won't say it out loud, but this was your present for being somewhat patient up until now, for her usually impatient brat having finally learned some manners. When you see her nostrils flare with the extent of her effort on holding back, you know you should get on with it. 

 

"Will you hold it for me?" You purr, arching your back so that even through your uniform she can see the stiff peaks of your nipples through the fabric. 

 

Wordlessly, her flesh hand leaves your rear to come round to the front, to hold the shimmer infused dildo up for you to impale yourself on. 

 

"Fuuuck," Sevika draws out as you slowly sit down on the fat girth of the cock. Your fingers tremble at the hem of your dress that you make sure to keep holding up for her. Curses of your own escape as you struggle the more you sit on it. The head of it is tapered so the further you sink, the thicker the toy gets. 

 

"Hnnnnghh-- Sevika!" You shout when her hips give a little hump up of their own, helping to fill you faster. 

 

"You like the big ones, don't you?" Both of her hands come to your hips to pull you the rest of the way down, snickering when you gasp at the fullness. 

 

You shake your head but she hears the squelch that came when you tightened around the strap.

 

"You do. You like to act all scared like you can't handle it, but fuck. Look at you, riding it like a whore," she plants her feet against the bed so she can thrust up into you. She only has to do it once because despite your half baked disagreement, you struggle with keeping still atop of her, your hips flitting between grinds to moving up and down to see how deep you truly could take her. 

 

"Now, please," you bite out, your hands shaking with the effort it's taking to keep holding your dress. 

 

"Hm?" Sevika grouses, rolling her hips up in a devastatingly too sweet grind. 

 

"Please! Do it now!" You beg now, dropping down fully on her to clench around the toy you feel deep inside of you. You know she can make you feel it deeper. 

 

With your request, you hear and see the vial of shimmer lowering into her arm and the click as it settles into the mechanism that will spread its effects to her. You flick your eyes back to hers and you watch as her eyes go from your favorite icy blue to the glowing purple that has a glorious chill slipping down your spine. She doesn't move for a moment, her body drawn tight like a bow. To encourage her into action, you lift yourself up and quickly drop back down so that you can hear the disgustingly sinful plap of your skin against hers.

 

It's certainly encouragement enough because very quickly she switches your positions.  

 

Now this--- this feels like the first time. She has you face down with almost your whole front shoved against the bed, only your hips are being held up just enough by her hands that she can plow into you from behind. Your noises are muffled by the blankets and the sound of her skin slapping against yours and the gooey slick of your cunt getting sloppier the longer she fucks you. 

 

"Let me fucking hear you," her hand-you don't know which one at this point-grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks it back to pull your face out of the bed. 

 

"Ah ah ah!" Your voice is choppy and interrupted with the force behind her thrusts. They're so deliciously hard that they almost knock the breath out of you. 

 

Even though she's holding your head up now, it's still hard for her to hear the sound of your cries of the loud slaps of her hips and the grunting and growling coming from her as she plows into you. You can feel the way your tongue lolls out of your mouth, uncaring of the drool that leaks out of your mouth and drips down onto the bed. With each thrust in of the cock, you can feel her press against your cervix. It's a perfect mix between pain and pleasure that has you doing your best to fuck your hips back into hers to feel her even deeper. 

 

Her hand shifts again so that instead of holding your hair, it slides forward to cup your neck, tugging you back into an arch so you're forced to tip your head back and look into her eyes while she rails you. There's a non ending train of uh unghh uhhh's and ah ah ahhh's leaving your lips and it only sends her digging into you harder until your eyes cross. When she finally notices your open mouth, she leans down enough to spit into it. 

 

"Swallow," she growls and you comply, opening your mouth again once you feel it slide down your throat. 

 

"--re..."

 

"What was that, slut?" 

 

"More. Please," you all but gurgle against the hand she still has on your throat, desperate for more of her. 

 

With a crazed laugh, she pulls you up so that your still clothed back presses against her bare chest. The hand on your throat moves up a little bit so she can hook a finger in your mouth to pull it open even wider. Her other finds one of your tits and digs her nails in enough that you can feel it through the uniform. She spits again into your mouth and this time you thank her  when you're done swallowing. It's like you want her to go feral. 

 

"Mine. Mine. Mine!" Sevika hisses on each thrust. You're unable to do much more than wail in ecstasy as she plunges into you. 

 

"Mine for fucking ever. Fucking say it brat," her hand leaves your breast at an outrageous speed to open handedly spank your clit when you don't answer fast enough. 

 

"Yours!" Your cracked voice croaks, "always yours!"

 

"Gonna get you a godsdamn collar with my fucking name on it. Property of Sevika. No one  will ever touch you again," her eyes are wide and quite literally almost deranged with the pulse of shimmer in her veins. In the back of her head Sevika knows she should probably start holding back, that your body probably can't handle her like this for too long. 

 

When you scream and she feels the fluids of your cunt squirting against her thighs, she knows you have no complaints. With all the strength she can muster, she stops her hips from moving. She could go work off the rest of her high in the living room where she couldn't hurt you, she thinks. And yet, the little slut you are, you whine in complaint at her lack of movement and do your best to slam your hips back into hers. Despite having probably just ruined another pair of sheets. 

 

"Greedy," Sevika mouths against your neck and suddenly finds the cloth covering your skin from her marks infuriating. 

 

"Take it off," she orders and with shaky hands you do your best to undo the multiple buckles and fastens until you can pull the dress over your head and throw it to the floor. 

 

Within the blink of an eye, she's got you rearranged once more. This time you're on your back, your knees framings your now naked breasts, your wrists held together above your head. The hand not holding your wrists finds one of your nipples, plucking and twisting at it until you squeal at the sharpness of her claws. For a moment she soothes it over with a hot lave of her tongue over it, waiting until she sees your brows scrunch up at the warm sensation. When she sees the false security wash over you, she brings her teeth into the equation and rolls the sensitive peak between them. 

 

"Please!" You manage to rasp wantonly. 

 

"You'll take what I give you," she speaks into your tit before switching to the other, sucking the bud into her mouth. You nod in agreement. You'll take anything she gives you. 

 

Her hold on your wrists leaves but you know well enough to keep them there. She leans back and releases your nipple with a pop until she can look down at your body with dark eyes. It takes everything in you to not move your hips to try and lull her back in, and when you see her grip the base of the cock you know you won't have to wait that much longer anyways. 

 

She somehow manages a slow press in, her eyes enjoying the show of your puffy pussy stretching once more over the strap. You're soaked to the point that there is no resistance and she's almost fucked you enough that your slick is starting to look creamy. Maybe after she makes you cum this next time, it'll look like she fucked her own cum into you, Sevika feels shivers roll over her shoulders in need at the thought. 

 

This angle is even better because like this, she can see the distention of her cock in your lower belly. Her hand leaves the base of the toy once she's anchored inside of you to admire the bump. Her thumb brushes over it. She's the only one who gets to see you like this, who will ever see you like this. That spot inside of you? That's hers now and forever. 

 

There's an itchy sensation under Sevika's skin at her lack of movement and when she looks away from the bulge in your uterus she finds you biting your lip and digging your nails into your palms to hold back from begging and moving. She decides you're still a little too coherent for her liking. Her hips pull back and she misses the bump momentarily until she slams back in. At your blissed cry, she falls back into a quick and hard rhythm. And this time, she can enjoy the way your tits bounce with the force of her thrusts. 

 

It's hard to keep your eyes open in the rapture of it all and you can feel another orgasm quickly approaching, but you want to enjoy seeing her like this face-to-face while she ruins you. When you look up into her eyes now, you can see the magenta still lingers but has since faded since she'd first administered it. You know that as soon as you reach this next peak, you will likely be out for the rest of night. You try to make one last request before that can happen. 

 

"P-pl... Puh-"

 

"Poor princess, can't even get the words out," she taunts, her lips downturned in a mockery of your expression. 

 

"Pl-PLEASE!" You scream out when she adjusts her hips again.

 

"Please, what?" Sevika tilts her head and if you could, you think you'd get even wetter at the mean smile taking over her face. 

 

"W-want you--to! Anghh ah.. C-cum-with.. Me!!" You finally get out. She had been trying to make it harder for you with impossibly deeper thrusts, but her perseverant little topsider had of course overcame the hurdle. 

 

Always so considerate. 

 

She makes one final thrust until she holds her hips still against yours, the strap as deep inside of you as she can shove it in. You throw your head back in a noiseless scream when you orgasm and Sevika groans at the sensation of you coating her once more, grinding her clit into the base of the toy just enough that she can cum with you. As she comes down from the high of it, she feels the full extent of the drug fizzle out with it until she feels much more like her normal self. 

 

With a satisfied grunt, she pulls out of you so that she can start to clean up. When she chances a glance up at your face, she finds you're pleasantly passed out. 

 

Notes:

Le smut hath finally arrived.

I'm a bit disappointed with myself because I feel like I haven't written anything half as filthy as I did in the first installation of this series so I hope this chapter somewhat makes up for that. I think I like it so much I'm going to post it as an individual fic so if anyone ever just wants to go back to it then they don't have to go through the whole fic to find it.

❤️❤️Let me know if you enjoyed!!❤️❤️

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I think this fic is pretty close to being done so thank you to everyone for hanging around!! I do have an idea for another Sevika fic but I'll probably sit on it for a while so I can work on other fics I've been saving since starting this series.

Chapter 11

Notes:

Sorry for taking so long! Here's another chapter!

"Wake up."

 

You ignore the gruff voice and cuddle deeper into the warm blankets beneath you. 

 

"Wake up, brat," it repeats a little more irritated this time. You contemplate ignoring it again but when you feel a tug on the cover on top of you you shake your head. 

 

"Not yet," you groan and try to hold onto the sheet being pulled away. You find it's nearly pointless though because it feels like all your strength has been zapped away and you've gone completely boneless. 

 

"Do you want me to eat dinner alone then?" Sevika gives another yank of the blanket. You pretend to hear her words in a pouty tone, in reality- that's more your thing.  

 

You don't answer verbally, deciding to instead lift your hands and to make grabby motions at her. You hear her scoff and take a step back. 

 

"That's not fair, Sevika. I need you to carry me or I'll have to drag myself to the kitchen. Do you really want to drag myself? Even when you're so big, and strong, and you could just carry me?" You sigh dramatically and bring the back of your hand to your forehead to amplify your act. 

 

"If I didn't know you'd enjoy it, I'd say you need another lesson in manners," she grumbles mostly to herself but you feel her hands on your waist to sit you upright. 

 

"Oh yes, please do," you grin and wiggle your eyebrows at her. She leaves you to sit on the bed for a moment to look through her drawers to find the baggy shirt you wore the first few days here. You notice that she's since dressed in some comfy casual clothes while you were passed out, it's a sight you think you wouldn't mind seeing for a very long time. As she slides it over your head and helps you put your arms through the sleeves she can smell your soap and some of her detergent on it-you'd washed it with your clothes. When it's settled onto your body, she lifts you into her arms and carries you the short distance to the loveseat before depositing you onto it. 

 

She only leaves you alone for a short time to prepare the bowls. She hands them both to you as she returns and when you're about to set them on the table she lifts you once more to set you on her lap, your back pressed against her chest. There's no possible way you can hold back the smug grin that tugs your lips up or the way you give her a look out of the corner of your eyes. 

 

"Shut up." Even though Sevika isn't looking directly at you, she can see the whites of your teeth in her peripheral. She snatches her bowl from your hand and digs her spoon into the soup. 

 

You don't push your luck, lest you want to find yourself pushed off. Somehow you find it within yourself to not say 'I didn't say anything'. You do keep the smile on your face though while you start making a dent in your soup. It's lukewarm, but you find you don't mind too much since Sevika makes no complaints. She finishes hers first and without saying anything, she moves you off her lap and takes your not-empty bowl along with hers. She returns a moment later with both of the dishes refilled to the brim. Again, she hands them to you and perches you atop her legs before taking back her own food. 

 

You wonder if she's always this touchy with people she's slept with. You hope that maybe you're a special exception. (You are.)

 

The meal is finished mostly in silence. When you've both emptied your bowls they're set on the coffee table and she pulls you against her chest as she lounges back into the loveseat. You turn enough so you can rest your face into the crook of her warm neck. You hum in content at her body heat and the comfort you find in her lap. Her flesh hand rests on one of your thighs, rubbing her thumb over the exposed skin. The claws of her prosthetic softly drag up and down your spine in a rhythm that has your eyes drooping and your breath slowing. 

 

"How did it end?" Sevika asks after you've nearly fallen asleep. 

 

"Hm?"

 

"Your book. You never did tell me." 

 

"I don't remember," you half lie. If memory serves you right, one of them or maybe even both of them die. But you could be wrong. That could be a completely different story. You don't fully remember the ending. Before you can fall back to sleep on her lap, she stands and heads towards her room.

 

"I need to clean the dishes," you murmur into her neck.

 

"We'll do it later." 

 

"I should shower-"

 

"I already cleaned you up. Sorry if you're-- uncomfortable, with that. It's just that you were a mess and I needed to take care of you before I changed the sheets," Sevika sets you down onto the bed and your cheeks warm. 

 

She said sorry and she cleaned you(of the mess she made)? You could die for this woman. 

 

"Yup. Very okay," you sleepily smile and cozy right back up to her when she sinks down into the bed next to you. 

 

She holds you against her. For a few minutes you're satisfied with just that, but then you decide you crave more. Your hands find her human wrist and lift it until you drop it on your head, moving it a few times side to side until she catches your silent request.

 

She snorts, but acquiesces. "Greedy."

 

"Mhm," you hum back. 

 

Time must have passed and you must've fallen asleep because when you open your eyes one of the first things you notice is that her breath is slow now too, her hand no longer playing with your hair. You can hear her heart beating with your head on her chest, and the steady thumping nearly lulls you under once more. Nearly. There's something that keeps you from doing that though. You don't know quite what it is yet, but your heart starts to race and the hair on the back of you neck prickles up. You lift your head and Sevika grunts in her sleep, arms tightening around you. 

 

You start to wonder if you're just about to have a random panic attack over nothing, because nothing seems out of place. There are no noises that discern there's an intruder or that anything is wrong. The only thing you hear is Sevika's breaths and your own panicked ones. You've obviously not had much of an instinct before(seeing as how you were followed a whole week leading up to your capture) but right now you have something inside of you saying something is coming. 

 

And a moment later, loud pounding on the door echoes out into the previously quiet apartment. 

 

Sevika quickly sits straight up and with her arm still around you, you're pulled up as well. All traces of sleep are wiped from her face and she stares at the doorway to her bedroom for a moment until the knocking picks back up. She makes moves to get off the bed but you grab at her arm until she looks at you, a question in her eyes. 

 

You don't want to sound childish and say you're scared, but you are. Instead, you settle on something else. "Something's not right."

 

"I know. I don't usually get late night visits. Stay here," she presses her lips to your forehead, sliding out of the bed. She slides her feet into her tossed aside boots from the floor as she walks, quickly changing shirts and dressing to see whoever is at the door in more usual garb. 

 

Your teeth anxiously tug at the skin of your lips, tugging at the loose pieces until you taste blood. She opens the door and you hear her gruff voice as well as even deeper ones speaking in response. It's low and muffled, but you can tell by her tone that something isn't right. After a minute or so, you hear her shut the door and her heavy footsteps as she walks back. 

 

Upon reentering the room, your stomach drops. The look on her face doesn't provide you any comfort and for a moment, she doesn't say anything. 

 

Finally, "I have to go."

 

You don't have to reply for her to see your unease.

 

"Do something for me."

 

"What?"

 

"Put your uniform back on."

 

That's probably one of the least expected things you would have expected her to ask of you, and you nearly manage to not ask why. Let's be honest though, your curiosity is hardly ever satiated. So you ask. 

 

"Why?"

 

"I don't have a good feeling about this either. I'd feel better if you were dressed and able to run-if need be," Sevika glares at the floor for a moment and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. 

 

To run? Run from what? And you might be in a situation where you leave the apartment? Again, to run?

 

The thought fills your veins with anxiety. But you nod in acknowledgment. Better safe than sorry, you guess. She's dressed out of her pajamas and into her day clothes in under a minute. It's with wobbly legs-still loose from Sevika's rough but very much appreciated fucking-that you follow her to the front door once she's done. There is no heartfelt goodbye, but she does lower her head enough to drop a heavy kiss to your lips. When she pulls back, she looks into your eyes as if to memorize the way you look back up into hers. And she leaves. 

 

You hear her key the lock into place, pressing your ear up against the door so you can listen to her walk away. 

 

For a few minutes after her departure you take deep breaths while still leaning into the door, trying to calm the anxiousness stewing in your gut. On your shaky legs you hobble back to her room to redress in your uniform, this time putting on clean undergarments beneath it before pulling it back on. If there's any chance you're about to be running-presumably for your life- you'd rather not have to worry about flashing anyone or anything of the like. 

 

Even after you have everything in place, all the buckles and different pieces where they should be, you still have not settled into anything resembling calm. You try to use the bathroom, drink water, rearrange the items in your suitcase, tighten and loosen the different harnesses,  but nothing works. It's like your body knows you shouldn't get too relaxed. That you need to be ready to go, like Sevika said. 

 

And your body was right. 

 

Loud and rapid fire knocks bang against the thick door that she had gone through not too long ago. A terrifying thought hits you and it makes your blood run cold in your veins. That door isn't enough to protect you against what's on the other side of it, it wasn't enough the last time. 

 

You hold your breath. Was there enough time to shove the chair under the handle?

 

As quietly as you can, you run on your toes down the short hall to make it to the living room and grab the piece of furniture. The person's knocking only grows more incessant and obnoxious and their high pitched voice carries all too clearly through the thick wood. 

 

"I know you're in there!"

Notes:

Wanna know a few things I hate? Summaries, making hooks to stories, and the beginning of new chapters. Why? Because I feel like I'm awful at them lol. At this point I just pray they don't seem too repetitive.

I know I've mostly stuck to the timing of the show but in the next few chapters you'll probably notice a thing or two is slowed down or sped up/slightly different to fit the story. It shouldn't be too bad though.

ANYwho, I'd love to hear what you think!! Thank you for reading<3

Chapter 12

She knew yesterday that something was up before she'd left The Last Drop. The air felt all wrong and there'd been that feeling that something big was about to happen. But when Sevika is told topside went after one of the factories, she has to hold her expression of surprise in. She's not completely sure she even does. 

 

Yes, they'd gotten bold before. But this? This was toeing awfully close to the cliff of war. If not slightly stepping over it. 

 

The glass crunches beneath her boots as she assesses the damage. If not to make it all so much worse, Renni is crying over the corpse of her dead son in the center of the room. Children of Zaun usually don't have much luck at life to begin with, but Sevika can tell by the way she snaps at Silco so boldly that maybe more people may be sided with Finn than she originally thought. Or at the very least the other chem barons. Her suspicions are hardly quelled by Finn's presence either. 

 

He stands off to the side, watching the scene play out before sliding his gaze to rest fully on Sevika. 

 

She feels her jaw tick when he clicks that stupid lighter. Over and over and over again. 

 

However, she has a suspicion that she won't have to hear it much longer. 

 

"Help her with the body." Silco sighs almost passively. As he exits, she looks over to the bastard snake of a man. Clicking that stupid thing. She remembers that she's playing a game, one of deception. When she makes eye contact with him, she's sure her face is convincing. An expression he's sure to interpret in his own way. 

 

Click.

 

Click.

 

Click. 

 

---

 

Sevika can't help but feel almost relieved at the thick tension of the boss' office. 

 

In a show of fake alliance that has bile rolling in her gut, she pulls a chair up for the worm. Even dusting it off for him. 

 

How revolting. 

 

Renni and Finn take their place in front of his desk and it's with a slow gait that she moves to stand on her true side. Yes, there have been things she doesn't quite agree with in the years of her service. But she's nothing if not loyal, and Finn is too stupid to realize that she inadvertently states where her true loyalties lie by standing on the side of the desk that she does. 

 

It's with well veiled anticipation that she holds back her excitement. It's been years since she's been nearly giddy to kill someone and if Finn being annoying hadn't been enough, him hurting you like he did certainly made it that much easier. She just has to wait for him to open his stupid mouth and when the time is right, take him out. She can't blame Silco for peeking over his shoulder at her in what almost looks like unease. It seems her acting skills are even better than she'd originally thought. 

 

"When you took Vander out of play, I thought, 'now here's a man who understands what it takes to run an enterprise.' The attitude, the instinct, the eye. The whole package, you were. Always two steps ahead." 

 

Either her boss is also exceptional at acting, or he really believes she's jumped ship. As Finn performs his overly dramatic spiel, Sevika watches as Silco slouches over his desk and drinks. She can't quite see his full face from where she stands, but she sees the muscles of it twitch as he mulls over the words. 

 

"But time's lapsed you, old man." 

 

"You're with him, are you?" The boss looks over to the other chem baron in the room. 

 

"You screwed up, Silco." Renni's voice is mixed with anger and anguish. Understandable, seeing as how she'd just lost her child. Sevika feels remorseful for the kid, but had Renni not been lining her pockets with her own work? Maybe if she had used her connections, she could have had him working a better, safer job. Although, Sevika ultimately decides it's not really about that. She probably thought her son would be safe with the factory being protected by rigged up shimmer soldiers. No one expected something like this to happen. 

 

Silco begins to speak and Sevika can tell it's his last attempt at reasoning with them. He sounds tired as he explains what he's done for the undercity. 

 

"You know what bore us through those times?" He asks. 

 

And if he says what Sevika thinks he's going to say, it'll be only a few more moments before she finally gets to behead the snake she'd been ever so patiently been waiting to slaughter. 

 

"Loyalty." 

 

Fuck. Has it ever felt so good to be right in her life?

 

She almost tunes out the rest of his words, focusing on allowing her newly installed sword to slide out of its holding in her prosthetic. 

 

"Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leach off their legacies." Sevika begins to lift the sword and it's with amusement that she sees the look of accomplishment on Finn's face. He thinks he's won?

 

"Today's the day you die, Silco." 

 

Oh. On the contrary. 

 

"That's a risk I've known all my life," the man shrugs. 

 

"But I still believe in loyalty."

 

Finn clicks his fucking lighter one last time and it's with the greatest pleasure that she swings the blade down, slicing the blade through the flesh of his neck like he had done to yours. 

 

If the situation had been more ideal, she'd have taken her time. Made him suffer. But knowing she'd at least served you this justice was satisfying enough as she watches while he chokes and blood spills from his neck. And this time there's a more satisfying clink as his lighter falls from his grasp and hits the ground. 

 

Silco addresses Renni, but Sevika's allowing herself the moment to step around the desk to where her old top priority lies dead. 

 

"Were you tempted?" He asks once the chem baron exits the room.

 

"Not for a worm like him," she jerks the chair enough that his body rolls out of the seat. And she picks up the golden lighter from the ground to light the cigar her boss has lifted to his lips. "But he won't be the last."

 

Notes:

So I purposefully changed two big events of the show. Not a lot but just kind of the order in which they happened. You'll see in the next one what the other scene is, but I'm sure you'll be able to guess it lol.

 

Kind of a short chapter but I'm trying to draw up anticipation for the ending hehehe.

 

Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 13

Notes:

Here ya go lassies.

"Helloooooo?"

 

You stand frozen as the voice of a girl travels through the door. Along with the almost irritating grate of how she sounds comes pounding of fists on the wood. It's hard to imagine just who is on the other side, but whoever it is seems to have no plans on leaving without coming in first. 

 

"Knock knock!"

 

"I know you're in there!"

 

Does she really?

 

"Better open it up before I blow it up!" 

 

Shit. Shit! 

 

Blow what up? The gods damn door??

 

Whoever is on the other side only grows louder in knocking and with their voice. If they already know, why bother being quiet? You break out of your stupor at the threat. You shove the chair under the handle and it's loud enough that the person goes quiet for half a second before they pick back up. This time, it sounds like they're kicking at the door and banging on it with their hands. Their eagerness frightens you even more. 

 

This time you don't wait to see if you should grab a kitchen knife. You'd already hesitated once, and it wasn't a mistake you were willing to make again. 

 

You grab the one with the thickest handle and hold it in front of you as you turn back to face the door. You hadn't ever really enjoyed or liked your rifle very much before, but you find yourself missing it right now. It was an enforcer issued gun, but at least it could've been useful right now. It certainly doesn't help that your mind flits back to the very first night you'd come down here. 

 

You had brought little weapons along- a few small blades. You'd managed to use one of them once but it hadn't done too much to stop your assailants. And Sevika showed you later on in the night how easy it was to disarm you. 

 

Maybe you should've asked her to give you some lessons.

 

A bit too late for that though, isn't it?

 

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!!"

 

Because if someone as fierce as Sevika had been able to teach you a thing or two-

 

"Three! Two! And a one!!"

 

-it just might have been a bit easier to fight. 

 

You very quickly find out how serious the intruder is when a shot blasts through the handle and the fragments rip apart the top of the chair. You shout in surprise and fear as you quickly step back. Your surprise continues when the door isn't immediately kicked in, but your answer of why comes when something is shoved in the now bullet blasted hole. It has a bit of a weird shape and it takes you far too long to discern what it is, it clicks and... Is that a jaw that's snapping? What you notice most about the small piece of machinery, is how familiar the bright neon paint is that decorates the metal. 

 

"Here we go!" Comes the voice once more. 

 

And then, the device explodes. 

 

You feel the force of an explosive blow you back and for a moment, you can only hear a high pitched ringing. You keep your grip on the knife tight, but it's hard to protect yourself while being so utterly disorientated. You try to open your eyes to keep the assailant in sight, but everything's all blurry. What may be three people flickers between six and nine. There's a light vibration you can feel from the floor as one steps closer to you. What stands out most to you in your still recovering state is her long, blue hair. And how her foot kicks the knife out of your hand much too quick for you to be able to even turn it on her. 

 

You roll over onto your stomach to try and reach for it, but she's grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you up before you can get your hands back on it. By the time your eyes finally focus again, your back is up against a wall and there's the cold metal barrel of a gun being pressed into your jaw. Icy fear floods your veins. 

 

You don't even mean to flinch, it's just the shock of it all that has all your muscles tensing at once. The gun presses harder into your skin and the hand in your hair pulls tighter, lifting you up to stand on your toes. It's shocking not only because this is all happening so quickly, but also because the girl holding you is quite thin. 

 

Like a freakishly strong twig.

 

She waits until you stop squirming before letting go of your hair, giving you a quick shove that has your still weak legs crumpling. Back on the floor, you have to look up at her.

 

"Ohhhhhh, I know who you are! You're that enforcer that went missing after Progress Day, huh?"

 

You suck in a loud breath as she carelessly points her pistol at you in a casual manner. Your eyes don't leave it and you hardly register her question until she tuts at you, her finger clicking the safety off. You nod. 

 

"Can't believe this is where you've been! Marcus has been sooo annoying about it, boss man almost killed 'im. Me too! But wow! 'Vika's taken in a pet enforcer! Guess the ogre was tired of paying for ladies to spread their legs, haha!"

 

You try not to cringe at the thought. That's not why she took you. Before the more insecure parts of you can whisper in your mind she speaks again.  

 

"Now what should I do with you, hm?" She taps the gun on her chin and it seems so practiced you think she must not even care that it could blow her head off. She did just turn off the safety.

 

"I don't know anything," you try. The words that leave scratch your throat on the way out, but at least you didn't stutter. 

 

"Ah! It speaks!" She jumps once and makes a mock shocked face before her lips curl up into an anxiety inducing devious smirk. 

 

"See, here's the thing...." She crouches and it has you almost scooting away, her fingers twitching near the trigger has you freezing instead. 

 

"I don't really care what the ogre has or has not told you. All I see is a pest, a topsider. And you're the worst kind, enforcer," she seethes with disgust. Her eyes trail down your body and even if she knew who and what you were before coming here, surely being dressed like this is something bound to piss a lot of people down here off. And you know that from just your short time here. 

 

"Aaaanywho," she stands back up to her full height with a giggle as if she hadn't been looking at you with murder in her eyes a second ago. "I think we should play a game."

 

"A game?" You're not too sure if you'd like to play a game with her. You have a feeling you don't like your chances and the possible outcome if you lose. 

 

"Hmmm. I'm thinking hide and seek. No! Even better- tag!" The gun is pointed back at you as the idea strikes. This time you can't help but bring your legs up. Which, in hindsight, is a bit pointless and a bit dumb. If she was going to shoot you and your legs were your cover, you wouldn't be able to run. And you'd still be shot. 

 

Fantastic. 

 

"How about this, pet. I'll be nice and give you a head start. Aaand, I'll send the big oafs after you first before I take my turn."

 

"What?" It's only now that you look away from the barrel of her gun to look up into her wild eyes. 

 

"I mean if you'd rather, I could just shoot ya dead here, but that wouldn't be any fun. And I looove fun... So! If you can outrun dumb and dumber here and beat me to the bridge, you might live!"

 

You glance over her shoulder and recognize the two bouncers. The same two you had seen when Sevika took you with her to The Last Drop. They're still as big as the last time, which you hope can work in your favor if it slows them down. Their eyes have the tiniest sheen of magenta but they aren't vibrant, your chances of outrunning them rises a little bit. The blue haired girl goes on to talk more but your mind starts to formulate your escape. 

 

"What do you boys think?" She looks over her shoulders and one of them nods, though neither of their eyes leave you. 

 

You weren't exactly conscious when Sevika first brought you to her apartment, but if you can distance yourself long enough to find one of the roads you traveled that first night you came down on Marcus' request you could find your way to the bathysphere. In your uniform you could probably bargain for a free ride, but if the carriage is at the top of the lift, you know there's a service staircase that runs alongside its track that you could take. You're not quite as acrobatic as you know some of the people from the undercity are, there's no way you could maneuver your way fast enough on the tops of buildings and up walls like they do to reach topside. So your whole escape relies on your ability to find the bathysphere and climb its staircase to make it to the bridge. 

 

Hopefully your legs don't give out in that time. 

 

"I'll even give you a head start, since I'm sooo nice," your attention is brought back to the girl when she leans into your space, "maybe you'll even meet my sister and her cupcake on the way." She finishes with a sneer. 

 

You're not sure who she means by either of those descriptions, but if she hates them so much then maybe they're from Piltover. Or at least one of them is. Maybe she means Caitlin? There's too little information involved for you to know for sure. And it's not like you're given the time to think about it because she pulls at the front of your uniform until you're standing and shoves you towards the broken down door. You stumble over it and hesitate as the two thugs watch you closely, their wide bodies almost blocking your exit. 

 

"Better get going, Piltie! I'll probably beat you to the bridge anyways, but you better hope you make it before the fireworks start!" And this time when she pushes you, you run.

 

Notes:

Rahhh characterization. Sorry guys but Jinx characterization is a bitch and a half so I really hope I portrayed that well enough here lol.

Can you tell we're close?

To the end😈

Chapter 14

Your heart flits in your chest as you scramble to find the way out of the apartment building. You'd never been outside of Sevika's so it takes you a moment to find the stairs. It doesn't help that you can hear the voice of the ecstatic girl off back in the direction from which you came, even less so when you can hear her counting down. It at least helps you move a little faster. 

 

You get odd looks when you make it to the street. Your chest is heaving as you try to discern where you need to go, and it's probably at the farthest part of your mind that these people are looking at the way they are because you're in enforcer garb. Sans the hat. 

 

Before you can linger too long, you take off to the right in hopes that it's at least somewhat in the direction you need. 

 

Glass shatters from above and without stopping, you look over your shoulder to find where its coming from. Up above, you see a window has been shot out. When the dual braided psycho pops her head out from it you pick up the pace. And even over the noises of the street, you can hear her when she yells. 

 

"Run run run, as fast as you can!" Her eyes had immediately found you due to the fact that you stick out like a sore thumb. Most unfortunately, you look back down to find the two hulking men run out of the door you'd just come out of and they quickly catch sight of you too. 

 

"Better hope you're faster than they are!!" Her grating voice calls out but you'd already started running again. 

 

Your greatest advantage is that you're able to weave a little bit easier through the throng of people. Less luckily, as people see an enforcer running from Silco's goons, they either part like a sea to make it easier for them to catch you or they're forcefully shoved out of the way. 

 

It takes a few haphazard turns and wrong streets for you to find one that looks familiar to one you'd been on that first night. And when you see the food carts lined up, you know just where you are. 

 

The crowd is thicker here, so despite what you wear, you run fast enough that they don't really have time to see it. Nor do people have the time to make a path for the two chasing you. It slows them down as they have to push through more people. Even better when enough of the crowd gets pissed off by their shoving that a few decide to fight them. It gives you the time you need to put more space between you and them. So much that you make it to the bathysphere and they still haven't caught up. 

 

But you'd been right about not relying on the ride up. 

 

There is no operator at the bottom and it seems like the vehicle sits at the top of the steep drop, unmoving. And if they were done with trips for the night, you'd better get to it on the climb. You look at what must be almost a thousand or more stairs and realize how out of breath you are. If the air quality being bad wasn't enough, this is the first rigorous outside activity you've done in a while. It's not like you'd been doing workouts in the apartment. Which seems like it would've been a smart idea back then. It's too late to think too much about such things now. Right now, you need to run. 

 

And it's as you climb the stairs that you curse out your attire. Never before had you had to race like this in your uniform and there's probably a reason why lower ranking officers like you wore dainty things like this while the more weathered ones had outfits better suited for running and fighting. The bottom of your dress isn't quite what you would call tight on your legs, but it is at the very least restricting. You have to pull it up a bit as you struggle to keep moving so that you can take bigger strides. And to make it all worse, the little piece that holds your cravat in place feels like it's not allowing you to suck in more air. It's almost like it presses into your windpipe. 

 

But the higher you get, the more you realize it's just your anxiety. There's too many pieces just pressing at different parts of you and the fear and exhaustion hitting you makes it all worse. You want to stop. You can hardly breathe at this point and you think that it couldn't hurt to stop for just a moment. Only, as you even barely start to slow almost at the halfway point, you see the bulky men reaching the bottom of the stairs. They'd just caught up. 

 

When you force yourself to continue, you can't tell if it's sweat or tears burning at your eyes. 

 

It's both. 

 

You hear them yelling and the thuds of their heavy footsteps from below. It's enough of a motivator to keep you moving. 

 

And by some grace of a god's will, you make it to the top before they can catch you. 

 

The situation has definitely not improved from being dire, but at least you can see the bridge. Oddly enough, there is no operator at the booth who asks to see any identification. Not a terrible thing, just weird. 

 

Your legs are even shakier than they had been and your heart has only sped up. The ache of it both feels light and painful in your chest. You swear you can taste blood on your tongue from the sheer exertion you've spent, but the race isn't over yet. From where you stand, you can see bright lights at the other side of the bridge. Their placement is unusual, almost like they're set in a line. As if behind a barricade. 

 

Move. 

 

You can hear the pair chasing you closing distance. And so you force your legs to keep moving. 

 

Harder and harder your boots pound against the ground and feel as the fresher air hits your face and flies through your hair. The lights seem to grow brighter as you grow closer to where the are, but you don't mind as long as you escape. As you get closer, you think you see three figures standing in the middle but you ignore them. If they're anyone but topsiders, you're dead. If what you'd been warned by the girl who crashed into the apartment said was true. 

 

You think one of them says your name but you only shriek as you move out of the way of their hand. 

 

"Get away from me!" You scream and keep heading towards the blinding light. 

 

Only you don't get much farther than a meter or two. 

 

You crash into someone and it only makes you scream even louder as they grab at your arms. It's a throatier one and it makes the blood in your mouth even more pungent. Your name is called again, then yelled before you recognize the voice. 

 

"Marcus?" You rasp, looking up from where you'd shoved your chin down to your chest. 

 

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and you can see his face. Gods. You'd never been happier to see his ugly mug. He's almost unrecognizable though with the extra stress wrinkles and shadow growing on his face. He must've been dealing a lot in the time you'd been gone. 

 

He says your name again and it's with wide eyes that he takes you in. 

 

"What happened?" He asks after he's looked over your expression. 

 

As if being dropped in freezing water, you startle and feel your body tighten back up in preparation to run again. You jerk in his hold, his hands wrapped around your biceps. 

 

"I have to keep running! There's a girl chasing me!" You try to step back but his hands grip a little harder. 

 

"Who?"

 

"Some psycho with blue hair and braids, I don't know!" You struggle and wonder why the other two after you hadn't caught up yet. 

 

"Jinx?" One of the people you'd run passed asks. 

 

You look over your shoulder and quickly take in the trio. One is the woman who'd asked the question, another is a man with striking white hair, and the last... is Caitlyn? She isn't in uniform and definitely not wearing anything her parents would approve of, but you can't really focus on that when the sheriff tightens his hands enough that it starts to hurt your arms. 

 

"What happened to you?" He asks again, more rushed this time. 

 

He's relieved. It was a bitter pill to swallow in your absence: whether you'd been captured by some revenge hungry Zaunite or were rotting in the bottom of the polluted river. But here you stand, looking mostly okay. 

 

"They found out who I was a-and they found my apartment," you huff out breathlessly. Without revealing too much, you say you'd been taken that night. You leave out the part of who took you. What you don't know is he already has an idea of who. 

 

Marcus checks over you again and sees the still healing cuts to your neck. Along with fresher bruises alongside them, and he thinks he spots more on the exposed skin of your legs. While he thinks it's that of being harmed in captivity, it's more so of a new painting Sevika's left as an unthought gift in your last and already very missed escapade. He can see the edge of a bite mark under your collar and immediately assumes the worst. 

 

"I'll kill them," you think you hear him mutter under his breath. 

 

"You said there was a girl with braids? Where is she?" The gruff pink haired one steps closer and you think you hear a rifle being cocked from behind the barricade. 

 

You briefly glance over a bit and squint through the light, finding the row of armed enforcers. Good. If either of those brutes try to grab you again you can run and hide behind the line. Weirdly enough, you don't see or hear them running up behind you anymore. They must've seen the blockade and stopped halfway. 

 

"Did she do this to you?" The sheriff asks before you can answer the other girl's question. 

 

"Who?" 

 

"Sevika. She did this, didn't she?" His hands tighten on your arms again and his eyes stay locked on the marks decorating your neck. 

 

"What?" You try to pull back.

 

"That mutt of his, she took you. I know she did." His fingers are gripping you so hard it pinches your skin. With your anxiety and fear at a 110%, you yank yourself away from him in an attempt to stop the pain. 

 

A mutt? Did he just refer to Sevika as a mutt?

 

Your mind is in too many places at once and again you hear the question: "Where is she? Where is Jinx?" 

 

You don't really mean to yell, but it's difficult to tamp down the outburst when you're so overstimulated.

 

"Who the fuck is Jinx!?" 

 

The trio's eyes go wide at the outburst but you won't apologize. Marcus reaches for your arm again but you back away enough that he misses. 

 

"You said there was a girl with long blue hair and braids, yes?" Caitlin asks you calmly. 

 

You nod. 

 

"Was she following you?" Her careful tone in her accented voice helps to not overwhelm you again. 

 

"She said I better beat her to the bridge before the fireworks start," you relay shakily, remembering when she had her gun pressed against your skin. 

 

"Fireworks?" The pink haired woman and white haired man share a look. 

 

"And she had two meatheads from The Last Drop chasing me too. I don't know where they went," you shake your head before looking back in the direction you came from. You're not able to make out too many distinctive shapes or figures though, the rest of the bridge is dark beyond the brightness of the lights where the enforcers are. 

 

You're not paying attention well enough as you'd turned to focus elsewhere because Marcus is able to grab your arm again. 

 

"Ow!"

 

"Take her back to the precinct. Make sure she stays there until we're sure she's safe," he barks out to an enforcer who reaches out to take you as the sheriff practically drags you to the barricade. 

 

"Hey! Be careful!" You think you hear Caitlin shout as you're manhandled over the barrier. 

 

The armed enforcer who holds you doesn't rush away. Instead- he slowly tugs you along in the direction of Piltover's side of the bridge. Away from the undercity. 

 

It allows you to hear the muffled argument between the trio and Marcus, but no specifics. It's not until you and your handler are about to step from the bridge and onto the solid stone of the street that you hear a gunshot ringing out into the night. He doesn't allow you to look back, and instead pushes you ahead to keep walking. More shouts and gunfire come from behind and it's not until you're about to turn a corner that you hear a weird metal tinkling noise coming from the bridge. 

 

You chance a quick glance over your shoulder and from this distance it's hard to see much more than the little green lights you see swarming ever closer to the barricade in a huge cloud. For a moment, you think about how pretty they are. 

 

And then, in one cataclysmic second-

 

They explode.

 

Notes:

My forte lies more so in the angst category than with action scenes so you'll have to let me know how I did lol. Sorry for the wait!

Chapter 15

When did things go so wrong?

 

After the explosion on the bridge happened, you'd severely underestimated how bad it was. 

 

Your escort simply pushed you along, not even looking back when an entire battalion of enforcers rushed by in the direction of destruction. It feels like eons of near silence, any attempts of making conversation with your 'coworker' go ignored. 

 

It's not until you get a summoning from Councilor Kirraman while still sitting in the precinct and get escorted to her house that you find out what happened. You would have found it daunting to be in such close proximity to the councilor and her husband, but you're so exhausted and shocked by the news to really pay too much attention to it. It helps that Caitlin and her... friend(?) are there when the news is broken. 

 

"Marcus is dead." 

 

Your mind turns off for a moment at the information. You weren't close with him by any means, but it's still surprising to say the least. 

 

"Good riddance," you think you catch the one named Vi say. You'd been introduced as you were ushered into the house, but again, tired and slightly traumatized. 

 

"I read the report. It's to my understanding you were kidnapped?" The Councilor asks after sending a scalding glare to the ex-undercity resident. 

 

You nod, almost numbly. Someone rubs your back and you think it might be her husband. They're probably thinking you're torn over the loss of your boss, and sure it's upsetting to hear, you know his daughter is left without any parents now. But it is his fault you'd been in this mess in the first place. Although, it is the same reason you'd met Sevika at all. Mostly your quietness has something to do with coming down from the terror of being chased to what you thought would be your death. 

 

"Why?"

 

"Mar-..... Um. The sheriff had me going down to try and figure out where they were shipping shimmer around to," the words leave your lips mumbled. That seems like so long ago at this point. Was it even to figure out the shipment of shimmer or was it something else involving the drug? Why do you care? It doesn't matter anymore anyways. 

 

"I thought I made it back without anyone figuring out who I was, but I was wrong."

 

"Who took you?" It's not Cassandra who asks, not even Caitlin. It's Vi. 

 

You look up from where you set your gaze on your knees and instead of seeing her usually flat or judgmental face, it looks almost like she's sorry. You're not sure why, you're not exactly friends or anything. It's better than judgment, you guess. 

 

Still, that doesn't mean you should tell them who was responsible. Being in the presence of a councilor, you have to choose your words carefully. She has the power to send someone or multiple someones after Sevika if you told them. And technically, you were never harmed while around her. Despite the circumstances, you were treated much better than you're sure other topsiders have been in the undercity. Really, it was all a misunderstanding. Not to mention you harbor feelings for the woman. 

 

"It's okay," Caitlin nods at you, "you don't have to be afraid to tell us." 

 

"Yeah, if you don't know their name or something, just tell me what they look like. I probably know who it is," Vi clenches her fists, itching for a fight. 

 

You take too long to answer again because she goes on, "was it a ugly guy with a bad eye?"

 

"It wasn't Silco," you look back down to your fingers, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles until the sensation soothes you. 

 

"Was it Jinx?" Caitlin tries. Vi looks like she wants to say something about that, instead her lips simply turn down and she looks off to the side. 

 

By now you've learned the girl with long blue braids is Jinx. And how she's also the cause of what happened on the bridge. 

 

You could lie and say it was her. Apparently she was also behind the explosions on Progress Day as well, the one at the Hex Gate and also the one that involved a stolen good later on. The one that provided enough of a distraction that you'd been able to be taken. It would be easy, she's already guilty of so much. Kidnapping would probably be on the lower end of terrible things she's done. But it doesn't feel right. For one, you'd be placing the blame in the wrong place-lying. Two, she's Vi's sister. A sister who she wants to help, in spite of her unstable nature. 

 

"No," you answer. 

 

"Was it one of the chem barons?" Someone else asks.

 

You have to think of something to say. You can't keep evading it or else they'll find out you're withholding information. Wait, would you get in trouble for protecting your captor? It's a silly thought but you honestly wouldn't put it above Piltover's law system. 

 

You shake your head again. 

 

There are a few more attempts at the question until Tobias halts the interrogation. 

 

"Let's leave it alone for a while. She's obviously been through something terrible, she needs some time for herself," he mediates calmly, his warm hand coming to a stop on your back. "Besides, don't you three need to prepare for the meeting?" 

 

The topic of your disappearance is dropped and you shoot a wobbly smile towards the man, thankful for his help. 

 

There's been no time for a new sheriff to be elected in, so the entire entity of enforcers obeys the councilors until one can be. As Caitlin, her mother, and Vi prepare to leave, your security escort is ordered to take you back to your apartment instead of back to the precinct. The surprise must show on your face because the Councilor begins to speak again. 

 

"You deserve to rest in your own home. Unless you'd feel safer-?"

 

"No, I'd like to go home. Thank you," you cut Cassandra off. You doubt that you'd prefer to sit in a cold uncomfortable room for who knows how long. If you can go back to yours, enjoy your hot water and silky sheets, then you'd much rather that. Sorry Sevika, your water pressure doesn't compare. 

 

A message is sent to the station to send two more enforcers to your place so that the current one on duty can be relieved for the night. And while it is a bit excessive in your opinion, you're glad that if anyone besides Sevika makes any attempts at you then you have a better chance with some muscle between you and them. Though, you find you're not too worried. Only two people had gone after you-not counting Sevika- and it was only because of your closeness to Silco's second in command. Surely they're focused on more important things now? (Not that you know it, but one's been wiped from the land of the living and the other is drugged up and on a vendetta mission against her sister.)

 

The trip to your place goes quickly, and you find yourself enjoying the air and remaining light of the setting sun before heading inside. You all but ignore the two armed men standing guard as you enter. Hours pass and you reacquaint yourself with the place you call home. There's remnants of cautionary tape left behind, presumably from when Marcus first conducted an investigation on your disappearance. You spend a while scraping it off of your walls with your nails. And when you go to throw it away, you find the scratch marks in your countertop. Another reminder. You wonder if she'll come find you? But isn't this what she wanted? For you to be topside and under protection? She wouldn't just forget about you, would she?

 

Your hot shower and fresh pajamas help distract you a little bit, but most of all you just want to go to sleep. 

 

There's just one thing you can't stop fretting over. Something that riddles you with worry as you finally allow yourself to sink into the sheets. And as you watch a weird blue light shoot through the sky, the question still rings out.

 

Where is Sevika?

Notes:

And scene. 🤭

I know this probably won't be everyone's favorite ending or what they expected for the last chapter, but it was done this way to make it easier for me when I continue the storyline. It's supposed to feel unsatisfying, since that's how the character feels themself.

Once the next season comes out I will for sure make a third part. But for now, I'm really happy with how this one turned out!! Thank you for going on this journey with me and I hope you enjoyed!!

I do have another Sevika fic in the oven but it might be a little while(a week or two lol) before I start posting for it because I want to make sure I have at a few chapters planned out. It will be an AU but the theme I have picked out is exciting, at least to me. There will be some very super duper slight(barely even there) Vi/reader in it as well but it will mostly be Sevika/reader.

There will be eventual smut in that fic as well and I'll let you guys decide: Do you guys think you'd like Sevika to have a g!p or would you rather I stuck to fingers/strap? I can't say too much without spoiling it but I can say the logistics of a strap will be kind of difficult in this AU because they're a bit harder to come by. But I'm sure I could find my way around it if majority say they don't want Sevika to have a g!P.

Welp! That's it for me until I start posting the new fic!

I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Caught