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Vi wakes up with a headache.
A really, really bad headache. She blinks up at the ceiling that she absolutely did not recognize, then shifts to sit up.
“Woah, woah, okay. Good morning, please sit back.”
Vi blinks, looking down at the big hand on her arm, then squints up at the person in front of her. Her vision swims for a moment before it settles, and she’s staring at the hottest woman she’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes widen.
“Woah,” she says, headache forgotten. “Hey there.”
The woman in front of her (beautiful and strong and wow that jawline) frowns slightly. “Hey,” she says uncertainly, and Vi wants to find the answer to her confusion so she stops frowning. Nobody this pretty should be frowning. “You, uh. You feeling okay?”
“What’s your name?” Vi asks instead, and there’s a snort behind her. She twists to see a skinny, pale, blue haired girl with her arms crossed over her chest. The girl cocks her hip out a bit, raising an eyebrow at Vi.
“She’s fucked. You scrambled her brains.” Blue hair says, and Vi blinks.
“I did not,” the goddess who had her hand on Vi’s arm still sounded pained. Vi looks back, alarmed. “We were - she asked to spar, okay?”
“That doesn’t mean you knock the rest of her brain power from her, Sevika. She’s not working with much.” blue hair says again, and Vi blinks.
“You hit me?” She asks this angel who was apparently named Sevika.
Sevika winces. “I - yes. I’m sorry. You, uh… you don’t remember?”
Vi hums thoughtfully, looking down at the hand on her arm. “No. But you can hit me again, I think. Wow. You can do a lot to me, with those hands.”
The blue haired girl gags, but Sevika blushes, and Vi can’t help the grin that pulls at her lips.
“Vi,” Sevika says, and Vi glows with the realization that this absolute walking perfection knew her name.
“Fuck. Woah. You have a wife? You need a wife? I’ll be your wife. You can hit me again. Say my name,” Vi holds onto that big hand, leaning forward a little bit. Sevika smells like motor oil and something warm, and Vi feels dizzy suddenly.
“I have a wife,” Sevika blinks, and - oh no.
“Is she - did you make her cry?” Blue hair squawks.
Sevika makes a soft noise, panicked, then shifts closer to cup Vi’s cheek. “Hey,” a calloused thumb gently brushes under her eye, catching her tears. “Wow. I really did knock the wits out of you, huh?”
Vi hiccups. “It’s not fair, how did someone else make you their wife first…”
Sevika’s brown eyes warm a little. The chuckle that rumbles from her makes Vi shiver. “Silly,” she murmurs, low enough that Vi feels something in her settle. “You are my wife.”
“Oh,” Vi hiccups, looking down when those big fingers lace their hands together. Her eyes catch on matching rings, two silver bands engraved with a pretty design, and she exhales shakily.
“See?” Sevika asks, and her smile is small and private, her gaze fond. “C’mon, lay down. You need to rest.”
“Yeah,” Vi breathes, letting Sevika help her lay down. Her temples pulse painfully and she grunts softly, settling in. “Will you stay?”
Sevika hums, settling to sit beside her on the bed, tucking Vi against a thick, muscular thigh. Vi throws subtlety to the wind and presses her face right against it, a hand splaying across the top so she can just hold. This was her wife.
“Rest, Violet.” Sevika murmurs, resting a warm hand against the back of her neck.
Vi settles in, warm and happy and married to the prettiest woman in all of the undercity.