Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You wanna cuddle

• You find Sevika sitting on the couch, sharpening her blade, her focus intense.

• You approach quietly, slipping your arms around her shoulders from behind.

• “What are you up to, doll?” she asks, not looking away from her task but tilting her head toward you.

• “Nothing. Just missed you,” you say, resting your chin on her shoulder.

• She grunts, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You’re needy tonight.”

• “Maybe,” you say, sliding around to sit beside her, your knees brushing hers.

• She sets the blade down with a sigh, her eyes flicking to you. “What do you want?”

• “Cuddles,” you say simply, batting your eyelashes.

• She scoffs but shakes her head, pulling you into her lap without hesitation.

• “You’re impossible, sugar,” she mutters, her flesh arm wrapping tightly around your waist.

• You bury your face in her neck, inhaling the faint scent of smoke and metal that clings to her.

• Her metal hand rests on your thigh, grounding and cool against your skin.

• “Comfy now?” she asks, her gruff tone softening.

• “Almost,” you murmur, shifting until you’re nestled perfectly against her chest.

• She chuckles, low and deep, her chin resting lightly on top of your head.

• “You know, this wasn’t on my agenda for the night,” she teases, but her hold tightens just slightly.

• “Too bad,” you reply, tracing lazy patterns on her collarbone.

• Her hand moves to your back, stroking gently as her breathing evens out.

• “You’re such a pain sometimes,” she whispers, her lips brushing your temple.

• “You love it,” you shoot back, a small smile playing on your lips.

• “Don’t push your luck,” she warns, but the warmth in her voice betrays her.

• You hum in contentment, her strong arms cocooning you in safety.

• She adjusts, shifting you closer, her metal fingers brushing against your arm.

• “You’re not getting up anytime soon, are you?” she asks, feigning exasperation.

• “Nope,” you say, grinning as you snuggle even closer.

• She sighs dramatically but leans into the moment, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

• “Lucky for you, I don’t mind,” she mutters, her voice quiet and filled with affection.

• You drift off in her arms, the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling you into peace.

• She stays there, her usual guarded exterior melting away as she watches over you, a rare smile lingering on her lips.