devotion
sevika x reader (754 words)
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SUMMARY: sevika is forced to confront an unwelcome truth
WARNINGS: season 1 sevika, light angst, established relationship, allusions to sex, nudity (sevika & reader), no mention of reader’s physical description, able-bodied reader, mentions of hypothetical death/sacrifice, smoking (sevika & reader, what are they smoking? whatever you want), bad grammar, “proofread” (i skimmed over it sleepily), written out of the need to get out of my writer’s block, inspired by this post
(I do not consent to my work being published/translated elsewhere or used for ai chat boxes.)
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“Done?” Sevika chuckles hoarsely as you collapse beside her, naked chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
You manage something of a grin before giving her your back. “For now…” you hum, turning onto your stomach without hesitation. Sevika snickers and runs her right hand down your back, squeezing in approval when she’s met with the sweaty flesh.
Time passes in silence. If there’s a shift to be found, Sevika doesn’t notice. She turns towards you, heat coursing through her again as her mouth grazes your skin.
“I would die for you.”
Sevika stops where she’s peppering kisses along your shoulders, raising her head to look at your face. Your cheek is pressed against your pillow, a thoughtful frown creasing your mouth as you stare at the window across from you. She stares at you, waiting for you to continue, swallowing thickly when you don’t. She lowers herself on top of you, lips finding your cheekbone as her bare breasts press into your back.
“Don’t need you to be dramatic,” she replies gruffly, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as she kisses any available skin. “You know I don’t need that sappy shit with my dirty talk.” Her affections are disrupted when you shake your head.
She sighs and tucks her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of sweat from your skin. She strays for a moment before completely detaching herself, moving to sit up on her side of the bed and reaching for the blunt on the nightstand. She slips it between her teeth and strikes a match, cheeks hollowing for a split second until the end lights.
She takes a long draw before finally looking back over at you, noticing that you’ve turned to face her. Her brow perks before her hand finds your thigh, hitching it over her lap. “What’s going on with you, hm? Thought we were having fun.”
She meets your gaze through the smoke and welcomes you without a word when you scoot into her side. “I would die for you,” you repeat, quieter but much more decided than the first time. It makes Sevika pause, the truth in your declaration plain to hear. It makes her nervous.
“I don’t need you to,” she says slowly, nose scrunching when a too-thick string of smoke catches near the back of her nostril.
“I know.”
“Then why you offering?”
“I’m not offering,” you huff which in turn makes Sevika grimace. “I’m just saying I would.” Your leg slides off her lap as she leans forward, hunching over herself.
“It’s a shit way of thinking,” she grunts, offering you the blunt after taking another hit for herself.
You copy her example and sit up. “Well, it’s the truth,” you sigh, lips closing around the blunt. “You have Zaun, I have you.”
Sevika’s eyebrows furrow as she turns her head to you, loose hair brushing her shoulders. “You’re not making sense.”
Another sigh before you’re perching your chin on her shoulder. A beat of silence passes between you as you trade turns on the blunt, passing back and forth until only an inch is left. You curl your arms around her waist, wordlessly signaling you’re done, and press closer.
“I’m just saying, you’d do anything for Zaun.” You shrug. “You’d give up your life for it. Every day is already a risk, but you stay ready to pay for it… For me, you’re my Zaun.”
Sevika is silent for a moment, turning your words over in her head before snuffing out the cherry of the blunt. She doesn’t look at you, doesn’t feel like she can. “Saying I don’t care about you?” It hurts to think, but she needs to know.
You shake your head, no hesitation, but there still seems to be a lingering melancholy. “I know you care,” you murmur, thumb stroking down her navel. “But I also know how important Zaun is to you… If it was between me and Zaun, it’d be Zaun.”
You kiss her shoulder. “I’ve made my peace with it.”
Sevika opens her mouth to speak, straightening her back. She feels your breath cut short, expectant. But when the seam of her lips parts, nothing comes out. She racks her mind for something to say, anything at all, but eventually, she shuts her mouth and slumps into herself. A moment of silence passes before she finally feels your breath hit her bicep — a weak, trembling thing.
Neither of you says anything because what else is there to say?
