May I give you a v cliche request of amnesia Vi x (potentially guilty) Sevika! Maybe Vi doesn't remember her at all or she remembers her as the cool fighter in town (that maybe she had a crush on?)
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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, short 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.
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Thank you for requesting!! I forgot how fun requests were, more to come!! <3
Hey! I wanna write again! Send me prompts! Preferably fluffy ones because I need summery fluff!
shidge request with the prompt: reunion. thanks!
Shidge is love. Shidge is life.
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Eight months. Two hundred and thirty four and a half days since Shiro had waved goodbye to his wife from the gate of the local airport. He had watched her walk away to a plane that took her half a world away from him, watched her leave and hoped that she came back safe and in one piece.
Those eight months were horrible. Even the constant skype calls and letters and ten minute phone conversations did nothing to ease his constant anxiety. Shiro waited for every second he got with his wife with baited breath. But she was coming home today and he couldn’t be more excited.
The house was clean, the bed was made, the clothes were folded and washed. Dinner was in the crockpot and Shiro was at the airport holding a dramatic glittery sign and waiting impatiently.
The plane had landed a half hour ago and he was checking his watch every couple of seconds to see if time had gone any faster. It had not. Shiro sighs, pulling out his phone and flipping through it. Checking that he was in the right terminal. Checking he got the time right. Checking that it was the right day. Everything was right - he was just so impatient.
After a few minutes of flipping through his social media, Shiro is surprised by somebody tapping on his shoulder. He clicks his phone off, looking up and blinking.
Hazel eyes sparkle up at him from underneath a mess of orange waves. “You are really easy to sneak up on.”
It takes him a moment to fit the pieces together. Then he gasps, dropping his sign and taking a step back. He stares at his wife, in all her air force uniform and combat boots, her bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair had been sheared off into a severe (and very attractive) undercut, hanging in her beautiful eyes. Pidge was stunning.
“Are you crying?” She asks after a moment, dropping her bag and rushing to pull him into a hug. “Please don’t cry, I’m gonna cry!”
“I’m sorry,” he sniffs, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the ground. “I just… I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, Takashi.” She mumbles into his shoulder, wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging onto him like a koala. “So much.”
“But you’re home,” he cries, rubbing his tear stained cheek on her hair. “You’re home now.”
“I’m home.” Pidge repeats, pulling back a bit when he sets her down, reaching up and cupping his face. “I’m here now.”
Shiro leans into her hands, smiling and holding onto her wrist with his own hand. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she grins. “You big teddy bear.”
“Dinner should be ready soon.” He pulls away, leaning down to pick up her bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go home. I wanna take you home.”
Pidge watches her husband fondly, taking his free hand and walking with him to the exit, leaning her cheek on his bicep. “Okay,” she agrees. “Take me home.”
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Shidge is in mine and my girlfriend’s top two favorite ships. I loved writing this.
Requests are still open!