Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You stand up for her

• Silco is berating Sevika for a mistake during a mission—his tone sharp, his frustration palpable. Sevika stands still, her arms crossed, expression steely as usual, though tension ripples through her posture.

• You’re standing nearby, watching the scene unfold, your jaw tightening as Silco’s anger escalates. The way his words cut at her, no matter how stoic she looks, makes your blood boil.

• When Silco delivers one particularly scathing remark, you step forward before you even realize it, your voice cutting through the tension with a firm, “That’s enough.”

• Both Sevika and Silco turn to you, the room going eerily silent. Silco’s piercing gaze fixes on you, his displeasure evident. “Excuse me?” he says, his tone icy.

• Ignoring the weight of his glare, you step closer, your fists clenching at your sides. “Sevika’s done more for you than anyone else. She doesn’t deserve this.”

• Sevika’s eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your boldness. Her mouth opens as if to say something, but she closes it, watching you carefully instead.

• Silco’s anger shifts to you now, his voice rising as he questions your audacity. He leans forward, his hands gripping the desk, his tone dangerous.

• Before he can finish, you cut him off again, your voice unwavering. “She’s not a tool for you to take your frustration out on. If you can’t see what she’s worth, that’s on you.”

• Sevika moves then, stepping closer to you, her hand brushing your arm in a silent plea to stop. Her usual confidence wavers as she murmurs, “Doll, don’t.”

• But you don’t back down, holding Silco’s gaze even as his frustration boils over. His voice drops to a cold, sharp tone, warning you about overstepping your place.

• Sevika finally intervenes, stepping between you and Silco, her broad shoulders blocking his line of sight. “That’s enough,” she says, her voice low but firm, her protective nature shining through.

• She turns to you, her expression a mix of frustration and gratitude, her human hand lightly gripping your shoulder. “Let me handle this, sugar,” she says softly, her tone carrying a rare gentleness.

• Silco dismisses you both with a sharp gesture, his anger simmering but contained for now. He mutters something about loyalty and professionalism as Sevika guides you out of the room.

• The moment you’re alone, Sevika stops, turning to face you. Her jaw tightens as she runs a hand through her hair, the tension still heavy in her frame.

• “What were you thinking?” she growls, though her voice lacks its usual edge. “You don’t stand up to Silco like that.”

• You start to respond, but Sevika steps closer, her hand cupping your face gently. “But… thanks,” she mutters, her thumb brushing along your cheek. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”

• Her expression softens as she pulls you into her arms, holding you close. “Just don’t make a habit of it, princess,” she murmurs against your hair, her voice a quiet mix of affection and exasperation.

• You feel the tension in her body slowly ease as she rests her chin on top of your head, her grip firm but comforting. “You’ve got guts,” she says with a smirk you can’t see. “But next time, let me take the heat.”

• As you lean into her embrace, you can feel the gratitude she doesn’t put into words, her actions speaking louder than anything she could say.