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[mellowm1nd]

FIFA WORLD CUP × ...SEVIKA?

#a/n - i probably got some of you excited with the idea of her playing in the games— which, with her physique, i wouldn't doubt —these are just silly hc's of her fangirling. (i know the world cup is over, buuuut... i had to post this)

#tags ‐ mostly fluff, mentions of intimacy at the end xd

at first, she avoids everything that has anything to do with the world cup.

videos on her phone, ads, posters, conversations...

she'd scoff outloud when people would try to spark small-talk with her about the upcoming game.

"do y'think Portugal will take the win today?"

she'd scoff and say, "I don't like to watch grown men act."

but then, one evening, when you were lounging on the couch — the night's game was on the telly.

you watched Sevika make ways around the living room three times before you caught on.

"baby?" you giggled from the couch.

"yeah?" came her answer from the kitchen.

her face peeked from around the corner.

"are you avoiding the game?" you laughed and tittered.

"... no."

"yes you are!"

"am not!"

you cackled and sat up, stretching your arms as you stood fully.

"sevi, baby, you can't lie for shit."

she scoffed. "i just have better things to do."

you giggled your entire way to the bathroom.

sevika stood in the kitchen doorway.

the TV's light casted greenish shadows onto the wall across the room.

she followed its change.

innocent.

just... vague interest.

and when you came back from your bathroom trip — she was perched in front of the TV with her arms crossed.

a full blown dad stance.

"baby?" you bursted into a fresh set of giggles.

"shh, I'm watching." she shushed you without tearing her eyes off the screen.

"okay, just- can you back up? you're gonna blind yourself." you chuckled and pulled her away from the bright screen.

(it wasn't as much of pulling as it was yanking. she's double your size and tenfold the muscle mass.)

reluctantly, sevika moved.

and then- she stayed there for the entirety of the match: unmoving and concentrated.

she didn't really react.

not once throughout the game did her face change.

...

after that night, nothing really happened.

a while passed without her even once mentioning the momentary lapse in her made-up fight against not-watching football.

she broke her own ridiculous pact, but acted like she didn't.

then, days later, you found her sitting on the couch half an hour before the game was even supposed to start.

elbows on her knees, hands clasped close by her face.

a couple beers, heated up food, the remote right nearby- all prepared.

...

this time, she had reactions.

someone fell?

she pointed at the screen accusingly and cursed out the refs.

"THAT WASN'T A TACKLE! did you see that babe??"

someone managed a good parry?

"knew that one. he's been playin' good the whole game."

her worst reactions came when someone goaled.

no matter if it was the opposing team or not. she literally didn't really care.

she'd stand up and practically roar.

"RIGHT in! baby? did you see that babe?" and, "look!" when the playback came.

it was hard to get her to sit back down after.

though, you kissing the back of her neck always did the trick.

...

and it didn't end there.

not at all.

her newborn enthusiasm continued into other aspects of life.

she would buy shirts dedicated to her favourite players. (learnt their names and all.)

mugs filled your kitchen cabinets.

coasters.

decorations in her car.

collectable cards?? everywhere??

it was ridiculous.

(you loved it.)

the best part of it so far? you getting to do her makeup to watch the finale at some local bar.

she had come to you the day before with practised puppy eyes and that sly smirk you could never resist.

that's how you ended up with sevika sitting on top of the toilet seat to be somewhat level with you as you perfected her makeup.

you'd spend 20 minutes making sure the flags painted on her cheeks were just right.

she'd even asked for matching eyeshadow.

you knew it was a big deal for her, having had the smokey-eye-look going on for decades now. (adorable.)

she was all fucking twichy and jumpy, impatiently asking you,

"are you done? can i see??"

"yes, okay- look."

you pushed her up towards the mirror.

her reaction wasn't immediate, (by now, it was something you had gotten used to, LOL) but when it came - it was hard to miss.

a big, very rare grin spread across her face and she rewarded your hard work with a kiss.

"fuckin' love it," she'd then admire it by the mirror, carefully poking at her face as if to not smudge it.

"it's not that great," you'd groan playfully and have to drag her out of the bathroom. "c'mon. gonna miss that game if we stay here admiring your face all night."

(a wink followed and made her blush.)

...

sevika loved it at the bar.

the atmosphere as a whole was something she enjoyed.

cheering goals with strangers wasn't something she initially thought she'd enjoy, being the calmer type– but surprisingly, it was her favourite part of it all.

(well, second to having you sat on her lap. that was an easy number one.)

and having the bar right by?? her heaven.

at half-time, sevika had managed to surround herself with a dozen drunken patrons – all forcibly staring at her phone screen to follow her merch tour.

(yes, she has pictures of them on her 2017 samsung. even slipped one card into the flip-phone case to show it off.)

she'd go through all of the pictures and leave out nothing.

not a single detail.

"this is a holo card. got it mailed from poland last week."

you giggled at her side throughout it.

all of the guys split the second half-time was over.

sevika'd whisper to you,

"i don't think they care for my collection."

"well, i thought you looked cute..."

sevika shoved her hand to your face just so you couldn't see the flush that crept on hers.

"whatever... game's back on."

- aaaaand just like that, she was back to cheering and roaring with the others.

at the end of it, sevika didn't even care who won. didn't question it once. she didn't have you drawing both countries' flags on her face for nothing!

(plus, her way of paying back for having to deal with her newfound interest was spending the night rolling around in bed.)

(she called it "celebration for the big win.")

(yet, in the morning, neither of you could remember which country won.)

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[xxsivyxxcreep-n2]

At least Ran tried.

[aicodraws]

Fluffy caitvi based on the thread below 🫶🏽

[lyrienwashere]

She's only 40teen (๑´•.̫ • `๑)

[bismutting]

i am on my way to becoming a butch anatomy expert….. and ig i could practice some drawing too..

[dearbaes]

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA X ADHD!READER

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA who never calls you lazy when she sees you’ve forgotten to do something, instead she helps you remember things by getting you a planner. You’re a little embarrassed when she first shows you it, but she never puts you down for it.

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA who never makes fun of you when she sees you’re obsessed with a new hobby for the moving two weeks. She even supports you through it and participates in doing whatever you want to do with you.

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA learns your hyperfocuses so you’re never alone.

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA just watches you with this tiny amused smirk when you’re going a mile a minute. Somehow you’ve talked about shimmer and ducks and what you both should have for dinner.

UNDERSTANDING!SEVIKA somehow remembers all the topics you’ve talked about so if in any case you can’t remember what you were initially talking about, she’ll remind you.

[actuallesbiansreddit]

So the Arcane Fandom has multiple LGBT ships despite some of these characters never interacting. One of them, Melvika, is Mel Medarda x Sevika. Artist is @visualeffex

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Originally shared by Important-Cry4782 on r/actuallesbians on July 11th, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC.

[lilyrubynie]

Gente vocês são nojentos

[dearbaes]

femme!sevika who wears nightgowns x butch!reader who wears oversized t shirts and boxers to bed:

Sevika doesn’t like wearing clothes to bed in general. It’s not because of temperature fluctuations in Zaun, it’s because she likes sleeping in comfort and she couldn’t bother to wear clothes that aren’t ventilating enough for her body.

Her body already produces a lot of heat so she needs really flimsy nightgowns or she’ll just sleep in naked but she’s also prone to fevers sometimes so since you don’t want her getting sick, you get her the softest, most comfortable nightgowns you could find.

At first, she’s skeptical but eventually she tries them on and ever since she’s never stopped wearing them. It’s also because she feels impossibly soft when she puts them on—the soft fabric draped over her muscular, scarred frame—she almost can’t recognise herself when she looks at herself in the mirror before bed but you assure her she looks beautiful either way.

So she never stops wearing them.

You, on the other hand, prefer sleeping in loose tees and boxers. The contrast between you and her is delicious. Your strong arms wrap around her and pull her in on the soft mattress, the blanket wrapped around both of you snuggly as the night carries on outside.

Neon lights of the Undercity filter through the cheap curtains as you and Sevika drift off to sleep, safe in each others’ arms.

[idyllicbby]

domestic melvika, my love

art credit to @visualeffex on here & twt!

[dopedykke]

things about me n sevika !!

cw: selfship post, fluff, age gap

a/n: lol questions no one asked but i am answering. thinking of writing more like this… also, this is all in good fun so i don’t mind duplicates or sharing :)

𑣲men n minors dni !!

⟢ sevika and i are femme4butch!

⟢ sevika is a gentlewoman downnn! i never open any doors around her, i never pay for dinner (minus the rare occasion when i beg her to let me handle it), she loves driving me around, etc.

⟢ sevika is touchy too; but not in a showy pda way. her hands are always on the small of my back, guiding me through crowds (i get nervous in crowded settings and she’s very empathetic to this). she loves to have her hands on my waist, hips, or an arm slung around my shoulders! she loves giving me physical reminders that she’s all about me :))

⟢ i really enjoy leaning into a more submissive stereotype with her, cause she takes such good care of me. i cook most meals, i like to set out her cigars for her and pour her scotch. whenever we have guests over i am pulling out all the stops to be the prettiest and best host. i love the idea of other people seeing how dedicated i am to her.

⟢ i headcannon sevika to be at least 40; and because of my age she was hesitant to be my girlfriend but i heavily pursued her. still, we took things slow initially.

⟢ sevika makes sure that i am my own person; she loves that i am in school and encourages me to pursue my passions! sometimes she even encourages me to go out without her, just to make sure i still have my own life outside of her.

⟢ sevika is very stoic, but still has a pleasant soft side! she loves kids and is often donating her money and time to women and children’s shelters & is often doing community work for that group.

⟢ speaking of communities, sevika lovesss pride (possibly more than me!). we block out at least one entire weekend & go to all the pride events we can! she loves to see people being free; pride month means a lot to her, and i share that sentiment.

⟢ sevika has a lot of money. i headcannon her irl job being something in the realm of a government job (considering what her position was in arcane). one of the things that attracted me to her was how financially stable her life is (i like stability, sue me!)

— the dopest ⋆˚࿔

[noredemptionhere]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂─ ·𖥸· ─𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

no warnings—just fluff

𖤝| she doesn’t like being tickled because she’s insanely ticklish and it humiliates her. you poke her ribs once and she flinches so hard she almost jumps off the couch. you laugh. she grabs your wrists instantly. “don’t ever do that again.” you grin. “or what?” she deadass says, “i’ll cry.”

𖤝| she always steals your drinks. always. you’ll take one sip of your juice, set it down, turn around, and suddenly she’s drinking it like it’s hers. you go “sevika that’s mine.” she goes, “it tastes better when it’s yours.”

𖤝| sevika tries to be romantic in her own way. once she handed you a flower. it was slightly crushed. possibly stolen. she stared at you like it was a weapon. “found it.” you gasped like it was a bouquet. she looked deeply uncomfortable and muttered, “don’t make it weird.”

𖤝| sevika has a strict “no baby talk” policy. until you do it. you’ll go “hi babyyy” and she’ll grimace like she’s disgusted. then ten minutes later you’ll catch her whispering to you in the softest voice ever: “who’s my pretty girl.” and when you gasp she goes, “you didn’t hear shit.”

𖤝| when you’re giggly and clingy, she gets this look like she’s trying not to smile. like she’s holding it back with sheer force.

𖤝| sevika is the worst liar alive. you ask if she ate your snacks and she’s literally chewing. cheeks full. staring at you dead serious. “no.” crumbs on her shirt.

𖤝| she refuses to ask for directions. refuses. you’ll be lost for thirty minutes and she’s just walking like she knows the streets personally. you go, “sevika… are we lost?” she goes, “no.” you end up in an alley. she pauses. “babe we’re probably lost.”

𖤝| she always tries to fix things around the house even when she has no idea how. you’ll hear loud banging from the kitchen and walk in to find her holding a wrench upside down, glaring at the sink like it insulted her mother. “don’t talk to me,” she says, already losing.

𖤝| she calls you clingy but she’s the one who follows you everywhere. you go to get water and she’s behind you. you go to brush your teeth and she’s leaning on the doorframe. you turn around like “why are you here.” she shrugs. “needed air.”

𖤝| you once sneezed and she said “bless you” so fast it sounded like she’d been waiting her whole life for the moment. then she looked embarrassed and cleared her throat like she didn’t just reveal her soft underbelly.

𖤝| she’s terrible at taking pictures. you ask her to take one of you and she holds the phone like it’s radioactive. the photo comes out blurry, tilted, and somehow includes her thumb. you’re like “babe what is this.” she’s like “what? you look gorge.”

𖤝| sevika doesn’t do “cute couple selfies.” she does one picture, looks at it, and goes, “delete that.” you’re like “WHY.” she points at herself. “i look like i’m threatening you.” you go, “you are.” she sighs. “exactly.”

𖤝| she pretends she hates when you cling to her arm in public, but if you stop, she immediately looks down like something’s missing. you’ll be walking normally and she’ll suddenly grab your wrist and tuck you back against her side. “stay here.” like you’re a purse she refuses to lose.

𖤝| she thinks you’re the funniest person alive but she refuses to laugh properly. she’ll just do this tiny exhale through her nose. you’ll be like “YOU’RE LAUGHING.” she goes, “no i’m not.” you repeat the joke. she cracks. and looks personally betrayed by her own happiness.

𖤝| holds your bags like an absolute diva.

𖤝| sevika acts like she’s above gossip but she’s actually nosy as hell. you’ll say “guess what happened today” and she’ll immediately sit down, arms crossed, fully locked in. “talk.” you go “i thought you didn’t care.” she goes, “i don’t. continue.”

𖤝| she doesn’t say “i love you” easily. but she’ll say things like “text me when you get there.” “don’t do that alone.” “wear the jacket.” “eat something.” and you’ve learned those are her love letters.

𖤝| she always pretends she doesn’t want kisses. you’ll lean in and she’ll turn her head away like “ugh.” so you stop. and she immediately looks back at you like you just broke her heart. “what. you’re done?” you’re like “YOU MOVED.” she goes, “so what—you should still kiss me!”

[carpetfemme]

Non sexual nudity is such an emotional turn on, like to be seen nude and yet have her only look at your eyes.

Ik you’ve been dealing with a flare up (I’m the anon that requested migraine reader and sevika) but could you maybe do a fic where reader has some sort of medical emergency (I’ve recently broken my shoulder) and can’t change or clean herself without help but isn’t able to really indulge any lust and Sevika or Abby need to be her caretaker?

I hope your shoulder is doing better!!!!

tags: sevika x reader, fluff, non-sexual intimacy, bathing, non-specific arm/shoulder injury

"Baby, what the fuck're you doing?" Sevika's face is scrunched up in annoyance, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed.

"Getting dressed?" Admittedly you're struggling to get a shirt actually on with the stupid sling, but Sevika has been so busy (per usual) and you don't want to add anymore to her plate.

"For fucks sake," Sevika grumbles, still frowning as she takes your shirt from your hands. She's not even looking at you despite your chest being bare, more focused on straightening out your shirt so she can help you get it on. "Don't you want to shower?" She asks, finally looking at your face.

"Too much work right now." Sevika sighs, rolling her eyes as she gently begins to push you towards the bathroom.

"I'll wash your hair."

"What? No, you're already running late for work!" You're frowning, trying to keep her from pushing you forward.

"I don't have any meetings until noon." You know that's not true, but Sevika clearly won't take no for an answer.

"You're so stubborn," you mumble, cheeks flushed as Sevika starts the bath and helps you out of your pants.

"Says you." You roll your eyes, frowning as Sevika holds your hips while you step over the tubs edge.

"I can walk you know."

"Don't want you breaking anything else." You just huff, staring angrily at the tub spout as Sevika begins to wet your hair. You know she doesn't mind helping you, in fact she rather likes it, but it's still new to need help in this way.

She's carefully washing your hair, making sure to not accidentally bump your arm or shoulder, and for someone so large it's impressive.

"Can I help you wash your body too?" She asks gently, gaze still focused on evenly distributing conditioner through your hair.

"Okay." Sevika grabs her body wash, which you smile at, looking away so she won't see.

Once you're clean, she helps you out of the tub, wraps you in a towel, and hurries off to go grab something for you to wear. You're left dripping water onto the bathroom floor, trying not to think about how uncomfortable the arm sling is getting.

Sevika comes back with one of her t-shirts and a pair of underwear for you. It's awkward getting the shirt on with your arm, but she manages before setting you up on the couch in front of the tv.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay? Work can kiss my ass if they are bothered." You nod once, smiling as Sevika gives you a kiss.

"Whatever you say," you mock salute her, forcing a laugh as she pulls her shoes on.

"See you in a few hours."

[wiinterz]

⁺ 𓂃 ⊹࣪ ׅ sevika’s just like her cat, her sweet twin.

warning(s) - fluff, pet names (sweet baby, bub)

Sevika sleeps like a cat…no, she really does. You’ve caught her in weird positions just like your sweet baby, Micki. Most times the two copy each other without knowing. You’ve taken plenty of photos of them, most together and others separately.

Sevika, however, doesn’t take you seriously when you tell her that she sleeps like Micki. She’ll grumble and keep doing whatever she was originally doing until you show her the pictures.

She’ll put her glasses on, take your hand to see your phone better, and a soft smile appears on her face. Sevika then turns her head to you and chuckles, “She takes after her mama.” She whispers, as the two of you glance over at Micki, mindlessly playing with her toys.

The two even snore the same way, it’s low and oftentimes gentle.

At night, when Sevika is exhausted from another dragging day, she’ll cuddle up to you with Micki not far behind her. Sevika will stay on your left side while Micki will stay on your right, you’re tucked safely and comfortably in the bed. Sometimes, Sevika will have her hand resting on your stomach while Micki’s tail rests on your chest. Her head pressed against your thigh while she moved slightly in her sleep.

Which cues those sweet snores that melt your heart, it’s absolutely gentle, feeling like a hug that you’ve waited on for so long.

In the morning, you’ll wake up with Micki trilling at you and Sevika in the bathroom doing her morning routine to make you both and Micki breakfast. You’ll scoop up Micki and press a bunch of kisses on her face. “Good morning my sweet baby.” you squeal and rock Micki in your arms.

Sevika takes a step back, smiling warmly at herself at the sight.

You’ve also taken note of how the two cannot eat without each other. Micki’s bowl will be on the ground at least three inches away from Sevika who sits on a stool, elbows pressed on the cold counter as she glances at Micki every once in a while. “You okay, bub?” Sevika’s tone is so much softer than usual, like she can’t believe she’s lucky to have such a sweet girl in her life. Once Micki is done eating, she comes beside Sevika’s feet and rubs her cheek against her ankle, purring away as you and Sevika giggle at her.

You stare at the two, admiring the features of their eye color, Sevika’s grey eyes are a bit darker but have that same kindness that shows in Micki’s. They’re much different from each other in many ways but to you, your babies are absolutely the same.

You love them equally, your sweet twin-like babies.

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