Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You have a nightmare

• Sevika stirs awake, the faint sound of your muffled whimpers pulling her from her sleep.

• She blinks, adjusting to the dim light in the room, her instincts kicking in as she turns toward you.

• You’re tangled in the sheets, your face scrunched in distress, soft murmurs escaping your lips as your body shifts restlessly.

• Sevika’s brow furrows, her heart clenching at the sight. Without hesitation, she reaches out, her calloused hand gently resting on your arm.

• “Hey, sugar,” she murmurs softly, her voice low and soothing, though there’s a trace of concern laced within it.

• When you don’t wake, she leans closer, brushing her fingers lightly along your cheek. “Doll, wake up,” she urges, her tone firmer but still tender.

• You jolt awake with a gasp, your chest heaving as you sit up abruptly. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to ground yourself.

• Sevika’s arm immediately wraps around your shoulders, steadying you. “It’s okay,” she says quietly, her voice grounding, her touch steady.

• She pulls you gently against her chest, her human hand resting on the back of your head while her mechanical arm holds you securely.

• “Just a nightmare,” she murmurs, her lips brushing the top of your head. “You’re safe, princess. I’ve got you.”

• Your body trembles slightly as you cling to her, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering in your mind.

• Sevika doesn’t rush you, letting you take your time to calm down. Her hand moves in slow, soothing circles along your back, her touch firm but comforting.

• She shifts slightly, adjusting you both so you’re sitting more comfortably in her lap. The steady rhythm of her breathing helps regulate yours.

• After a while, she speaks again, her tone softer than usual. “Wanna tell me about it?” she asks, though there’s no pressure in her voice.

• When you shake your head, she doesn’t push, just nods and continues to hold you. “Alright,” she says simply, her lips pressing against your temple.

• She stays like that for a long time, her presence solid and unwavering. Occasionally, her hand brushes through your hair, untangling it absentmindedly.

• Once she feels you’ve calmed down enough, she shifts again, leaning back against the headboard with you still in her arms.

• “You’re not sleeping alone,” she states firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Not after that.”

• She keeps you close, tucking the blanket around you both while ensuring you’re snug against her chest.

• As you drift off again, her hand stays on your back, her thumb tracing idle patterns to keep you grounded.

• Even when she’s sure you’re asleep, her protective nature keeps her awake for a while longer, her gaze scanning the room as if daring anything to disturb you again.

• Finally, she presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, her voice a low murmur in the quiet room. “I’ll always keep you safe, sugar.”