Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She gets jealous

• Sevika leans against the bar in The Last Drop, her sharp gaze narrowing as she watches you talking to someone across the room.

• You’re smiling, laughing even, with someone she doesn’t recognize—a bit too close for Sevika’s liking.

• Her grip on her drink tightens, the glass creaking faintly under the pressure of her metal hand.

• A muscle ticks in her jaw as the person leans in closer to you, their hand brushing your arm casually.

• She pushes off the bar, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as she strides toward you, her presence immediately commanding attention.

• You notice her approaching, her expression unreadable, but there’s a tension in her shoulders that makes your stomach flip.

• She doesn’t say anything to the other person at first, just wraps her metal arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side.

• “Hey, sugar,” she murmurs lowly, her tone calm but with an edge that makes your skin prickle.

• The other person quickly catches the shift in energy, stammering out a quick goodbye before slipping away.

• Sevika’s dark eyes stay fixed on them for a moment longer, her fingers tightening on your hip.

• “Who was that?” she asks, her voice deceptively casual, though her grip says otherwise.

• You assure her it was nothing, just someone making small talk, but she doesn’t look convinced.

• Her gaze softens slightly as she looks down at you, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

• “You know you don’t need anyone else, right?” she mutters, her voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

• You tilt your head, teasing her slightly about her jealousy, which earns you a low, gruff chuckle.

• “Damn right I’m jealous,” she admits, her lips brushing your temple. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

• Her protective side flares as she leads you back to a quieter corner of the bar, keeping you close to her.

• She spends the rest of the night with a hand on you—a possessive, gentle reminder that you’re hers.

• Later, when it’s just the two of you, she softens completely, pulling you onto her lap and resting her chin on your shoulder.

• “You drive me crazy, princess,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of frustration and affection. “Don’t ever give me a reason to doubt, yeah?”