Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You doupt yourself

• Sevika notices immediately when something is off—you’re quieter than usual, your movements less sure, and there’s a heaviness in your demeanor that she can’t ignore.

• She doesn’t ask outright at first, instead watching you closely, her sharp eyes catching every little sign of your unease.

• When she finally speaks, her voice is low and steady, meant to ground you. “What’s going on, sugar?” she asks, her gaze fixed on you as she sets aside whatever she was working on.

• You hesitate, brushing it off, but Sevika’s not having it. She shifts closer, her mechanical arm whirring faintly as it moves to rest on the table while her human hand reaches for yours.

• “Don’t,” she murmurs, her tone soft but firm. She cups your hand in hers, her thumb brushing over your knuckles, her touch grounding.

• When you finally let the words spill out—how you’re doubting yourself, feeling like you’re not enough—Sevika listens silently, her jaw tightening just slightly as she takes it all in.

• She doesn’t rush to respond, letting the weight of your feelings settle before leaning forward, her hand moving to gently tilt your chin so you’ll look at her.

• “Doll,” she says quietly, her voice soft in a way reserved only for you. “You’re the strongest person I know. Don’t let your own head mess with that.”

• Her fingers trace along your jawline lightly, her touch both grounding and comforting. She holds your gaze, her expression steady but warm, a quiet intensity in her eyes.

• When she sees the tears forming, she doesn’t hesitate to pull you into her arms, her human hand cradling the back of your head as she tucks you against her chest.

• She doesn’t say much, just holds you close, her warmth and steady presence speaking louder than words. Her mechanical arm wraps around you protectively, the hum of its servos faint but reassuring.

• When you finally speak again, admitting how small you feel, Sevika leans back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Listen to me,”

• Sevika’s voice is low but firm, her gaze locked on yours. “You’ve got no idea how much you mean to me, sugar. You’re more than enough—don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”

• She wipes away a stray tear with her thumb, her touch surprisingly tender for someone so tough. Her lips twitch into a faint smile, trying to lighten the weight in the air.

• “You’ve got this fire in you, princess,” she murmurs, her hand brushing down to rest gently on your shoulder. “That’s what drew me to you in the first place. Don’t let it go out.”

• She presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, her lips warm and steady against your skin, her way of reassuring you without overloading you with words.

• Pulling back slightly, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath steady and grounding. “I’ve got you,” she whispers, her tone carrying an unshakable certainty.

• When you finally lean into her fully, she wraps her arms around you again, holding you like she’ll never let go. Her mechanical arm hums softly as it adjusts, cradling you just right without too much pressure.

• She doesn’t let you go until she feels your breathing even out, her grip never wavering. “You’re stronger than you think,” she says quietly, her lips brushing against your hair.

• After a while, she shifts, pulling you up so you’re sitting beside her. She grabs a nearby blanket and drapes it over your shoulders, always making sure you’re taken care of.

• “You’re stuck with me, doll,” she teases lightly, her smirk returning as she nudges your chin playfully. “So, whatever’s going on in that pretty head of yours, we’ll handle it. Together.”

• She pours you both a drink—something warm, calming—and sits close, her knee brushing against yours. Even in the silence, her presence is reassuring, her strength and care radiating without needing to be said.