Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

"You look pretty with blood all over your face"

• The Last Drop is pure chaos, glasses shattering, fists flying. Sevika’s always calm in the storm, her metal arm tearing through the crowd with brutal precision. She handles herself easily, but her sharp eyes keep cutting to where you are.

• She’d noticed something was off about you the whole night. You were quiet, on edge. Now, as a fight breaks out around you, she sees you tucked against the wall, but not for long.

• A drunk shoves past you, muttering something nasty. You flinch but don’t back down. Sevika notices the shift immediately. Your body stiffens, your breathing quickens. You swing before he can say another word, your fist connecting with his jaw in a way that shocks even you. He stumbles back, blood dripping from his lip.

• Sevika doesn’t move yet, though her jaw tightens. She watches as you grab a bottle from the table, smashing it over the man’s head when he charges back at you. The crowd’s roaring now, but all Sevika sees is you, shaking, teeth clenched, your knuckles white around the broken glass.

• Another guy jumps in, trying to grab you. Sevika curses under her breath, punching someone out of her way as she fights to get to you. But you’re already moving. You duck the man’s swing, slam your knee into his stomach, and bring the sharp edge of the glass toward his face.

• Sevika’s finally there. She grabs your wrist before you can land the blow, her grip firm but not rough. “That’s enough,” she says lowly, her voice cutting through the chaos.

• “Let me go, Sev,” you snap, your voice raw, still struggling against her hold. Your eyes are wild, frantic, like you’re still stuck in the fight.

• “Doll,” she murmurs, stepping closer, her other hand coming up to your face. Her thumb brushes against your cheek where blood—not your own—is smeared. “Look at me.”

• You freeze, your chest heaving, your eyes darting up to hers. Her voice is calm, grounding. Slowly, your trembling arms drop the glass, letting it clatter to the floor.

• A faint smirk tugs at her lips. Her thumb wipes at the blood on your cheek again, and her gravelly voice softens in a way only you’ve ever heard. “You look pretty with blood all over your face.”

• Your breath catches. For a second, you’re too stunned to respond. Then a shaky laugh escapes your lips, breaking through the lingering panic. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you manage, leaning against her chest.

• She chuckles softly, wrapping her flesh arm around you, her metal one resting protectively at your back. “Maybe I’m just as crazy as you are, sugar.”

• You bury your face in her shoulder, still trembling, the adrenaline draining from your system. “I lost it, Sev. I—” Your voice cracks, and you shake your head. “I didn’t mean to…”

• “Hey,” she interrupts, her voice steady. She lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes. “You did what you had to. No one touches you and walks away fine. Not on my watch.”

• Behind her, the fight rages on, but she doesn’t let you go, doesn’t let the chaos touch you. “Come on,” she mutters. “We’re getting out of here.”

• She keeps you close as she pulls you out of the Last Drop, her broad frame shielding you from the crowd. Outside, the cool air hits your skin, but Sevika doesn’t stop. She leads you toward the shadows, her arm never leaving your side.

• “Your hands,” she mutters, noticing the blood on your knuckles. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

• “I’m fine,” you whisper, though you lean into her, your legs still unsteady. “Thanks for… stopping me. I don’t think I could’ve…”

• She silences you with a soft kiss, her lips brushing over yours like a promise. “I’ve got you, princess,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always.”

• You let her lead you the rest of the way home, her warmth and strength anchoring you as she keeps you safe, just like she always does.