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⠀ hannah .ᐟ 18

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im loving angst lately

this story im cooking up is about to be tragiccccc

i just hope it ls actually good lol

would you guys even read a long story cus idk if i should even post it when its finished :/

porn gets more love than raw feelings its discouraging

I've been working on a sevika story for about four months now im a very slow writer but ive gotten around 15k words so far yet so much more to come

i wont lie it has a sad ending

i hope to get it done within the month but im still not sure how long i want it to be cause developing a relationship takes forever especially when its someone like sevika

somedays i can write 5k words AND a short drabble but some i cant even punch out 100 words

writing takes time ykk especially when im writing longer pieces

a/n: THIS WAS MY FKRST EVER ASK!!!!! im ashamed to say it took me this long to write it but in my defense, it took forever i wanted it to be perfect

the city of piltover had always been a place of grandeur, its towering pristine penthouses and gleaming facades shining against the horizon, a testament to its wealth and influence. but for sevika, the industrial shadows of zaun felt like home. it was a place where she had been forged—both hardened and softened by the brutal rhythm of life in the undercity.

though she had long left behind her life as a soldier, the echoes of her past still followed her. yet, in the quiet moments, when the weight of the world seemed just a bit lighter, sevika found peace in the presence of those she loved most—her wife, and their two twin daughters, nyra and lila.

the house they shared in the lower levels of the city was modest but filled with warmth. it was a small refuge from the chaos that often lurked in the streets of zaun. the walls were adorned with handmade decorations and trinkets, each telling a story of the lives they had built here. every corner of the house was lived in, and the scent of cooked meals and freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the hum of machinery outside. sevika had never been one for sentimentality, but there was something about these small, tender moments that made her feel as though she could breathe again.

you were at the stove, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, humming softly as you prepared the evening meal. the girls were nearby, playing with a set of wooden blocks, giggling as they built towers and knocked them down with delighted shrieks.

sevika leaned against the doorway, watching the scene with a rare smile. her large, calloused hands, still scarred from years of combat and hard work, rested at her sides. the sight of her family—the quiet peace they shared—was something she had never thought possible. she had lived a life of violence and struggle, and yet here, in this small home, she had found something worth protecting more than anything else.

you noticed your wife’s gaze and smiled back. “you’re staring again, sev.”

sevika’s smile widened, though she tried to play it cool. “just making sure you haven’t burned dinner. wouldn’t want to eat your cooking again."

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “you’ve eaten worse, and you still kept me around. must be something about me that’s more than just my cooking.”

“you’re right about that,” sevika replied, stepping into the kitchen and brushing a kiss across your cheek. her voice softened. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you placed the spoon down on the counter and turned to face sevika, expression warm. “you’d survive, just like always. but i’m glad you don’t have to.”

before they could say more, a small voice interrupted them.

“mama, i’m hungry!”

it was nyra, her little hands outstretched toward sevika. the toddler’s big, curious eyes were wide with innocence and hunger, her round face flushed from play. she waddled toward sevika, her short legs moving quickly, as if her very being demanded immediate attention. nyra's twin, lila, followed closely behind, though she was more reserved, her arms crossed as she leaned against the nearby table, watching her sister’s antics with quiet amusement.

sevika chuckled softly, crouching down to her daughter’s level. “you’re always hungry, little one.”

nyra reached up with grabby hands, eager for her mother’s embrace. sevika couldn’t help but smile as she lifted her up, cradling her close. the warmth of her daughter’s small body in her arms always grounded her, reminding her of the simple joys of life.

“we’re almost done, sweetie,” you called from the stove. “can you wait a little longer?”

nyra pouted slightly, but then a mischievous grin spread across her face. “but i’m hungry now!”

sevika kissed the top of nyra’s head, feeling a swell of affection. “i think i’ve got something for you,” she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a sweet she had gotten from a vendor earlier.

nyra’s eyes lit up as she took the candy, her hands grasping it eagerly. “yay, mama!” she squealed, sinking her teeth into the treat as she clung to sevika.

lila took a few steps forward. “i want something too,” she said, her voice quiet but insistent.

sevika smiled softly at her other daughter, brushing a lock of hair out of lila’s face. “don’t worry, sweetie. you’re next.”

you, still stirring the pot on the stove, glanced over your shoulder with a knowing look. “you spoil them too much.”

sevika raised an eyebrow, grinning. “you spoil them too. it’s just in our nature.”

you chuckled. “true. but they do deserve it.”

for a few moments, the world outside their home seemed to fade away. there were no gang fights or political unrest in the streets of zaun, no looming threats to their peace. it was just the four of them, safe and content, in their little corner of the world.

though the peace in their home was often enough to make sevika forget the world outside, it never fully went away. the shadow of zaun’s darker realities always loomed, just beyond the walls of their little haven. there were days when sevika couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to break—that the fragile peace they had built could be shattered at any moment.

one such evening, as the girls played in the other room, sevika found herself staring out the window, her thoughts drifting to the streets below. her mind wandered back to her past—back to the fights, the betrayals, and the violence she had left behind when she chose a different life.

but even as she thought about it, she knew she could never truly escape it. no one who came from the depths of zaun could. the weight of that knowledge sat heavy on her shoulders, even here, with her family at her side. she had made a choice to stay, to build something with you, but the past had a way of resurfacing when least expected.

you noticed her wife’s distant expression and stepped over to her, wrapping your arms around sevika’s waist from behind. “you’re thinking too much again.”

sevika’s shoulders relaxed as she leaned back into your embrace. “i can’t help it. sometimes, i wonder if i’ve made a mistake staying here.”

you kissed the back of sevika’s neck softly. “you’ve built something beautiful, sev. we’ve built something. and we’ll protect it. together.”

sevika nodded, drawing comfort from your words. “i just want the girls to have a life without all the bloodshed. a life where they can dream without looking over their shoulders.”

“they will,” you reassured her, your voice firm but tender. “you’ve already given them that.”

sevika let out a long sigh, turning to face her wife. she placed a hand on your cheek, her thumb brushing across the familiar, soft skin. “sometimes i’m afraid the world will take them from us.”

you smiled, eyes filled with love and adoration. “then we fight. for them. for us.”

sevika could only nod, the weight of the world lightened just a bit by the warmth of your presence.

my teachers lowkey hated me in highschool

i was writing 3000 words for writing prompts that only needed 200 lol

writing is my passion ❤️ if i could have went to college i would have lowkey majored in something similar but i have siblings </3 and my mother cant afford childcare TOO on top of the prices in this economy so im the 24/7 babysitter

not to mention tuition costs?????

ok this is getting too sentimental uhhh

SEVIKA IS GETTING KNOCKED UP BY MEEEEEEEE

its the way you can easily tell which stories i took my time on 😭😭 thats the beauty of writing in the walmart parking lot thirty minutes of me writing filth about sevika manhandling u

no but having a cold drink a snack and a warm blanket is a vibe and the key to writing

oh and having a dictionary in your hand──

BASICALLY be in a quiet calm place if you wanna focus better

ykkkkkk

i dyed my moms hair n now my hands r purple

femmes who have muscles >>>>

i cannot write fics w an oc for the life of me because somehow vander is his human self again isha is fine vi n jinx are happy sisters topside burns to the ground sevika is getting lap dances all day by busty women and my oc is practically jesus by the cunty girl version

should i ask her to meet up? im lowkey terrified cause i miss her so bad but idk if she feels the same

so i texted my ex

teen vi was deffff running around the lanes whistling at any pretty girl she saw saying some "hey cutie!" n when they'd turn around she'd short-circuit and somehow manage to trip over her laces and face plant on the ground