• The first time you crossed paths with Sevika, it was during a heated bar brawl in Zaun. Her metal fist smashed through a table, and you dodged her strike just in time.
• “You’re in my way,” she growled, eyes narrowing. You shot back with a sarcastic quip, not letting her intimidation get to you.
• She hated your confidence, and you hated her arrogance. Every encounter was a battle of wills, sharp words cutting deeper than fists ever could.
• Weeks passed, and somehow, you kept running into each other. In back alleys, during shady deals, or in Silco’s operations. Always at odds.
• The tension escalated into a fight in the Undercity’s depths, both of you bruised, bleeding, but refusing to back down. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” she snarled.
• “Neither do you,” you retorted, breathing hard but still smirking. That seemed to earn a flicker of respect in her eyes.
• A truce formed when a common enemy appeared—an enforcer raid. Without a word, you covered her back, and she did the same for you.
• “Don’t get used to this,” she muttered afterward, leaning against a wall, wiping blood from her lip.
• “Trust me, I won’t,” you replied, but your gaze lingered a second too long.
• The hostility lessened with each run-in, replaced by begrudging teamwork. Slowly, the banter became less biting and more teasing.
• One night, after a particularly rough mission, you sat beside her in the dim light of a Zaun bar. “You’re not so bad when you’re not trying to kill me,” you joked.
• She chuckled low, surprising you. “Same could be said about you, princess.”
• The first kiss was impulsive. A heated argument turned into silence, and suddenly, her lips were on yours. Rough, desperate, but real.
• “What the hell are we doing?” she asked after pulling away, her forehead resting against yours.
• “Something stupid,” you replied, but neither of you stopped.
• Over time, she softened around you. Her sharp edges dulled in private moments, like when she patched up your wounds or pulled you into her lap after a long day.
• “You’re trouble,” she’d mutter, smirking as you tangled your fingers in her hair.
• “And you love it,” you’d tease, pressing a kiss to her jawline.
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Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°
Fanfictionokay so since nobody realy writes any headcanons about this god damn fine looking women (i swear she is killing me TT) i decided to do it myself. this will basically be only about Sevika, like the titel already said. The first page is for request, i...
