Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

you get cat called

The streets of Zaun are bustling, filled with the usual chaos, noise, and sharp scents of the industrial city. The air is thick, and the clanging of metal mingles with the muffled sounds of distant conversations. You and Sevika walk side by side, the energy around you feeling alive, yet dangerous.

You’re talking with her about something random, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you enjoy the rare peaceful moment in the middle of the madness.

Suddenly, a crude voice cuts through the air. “Hey, sweetheart. You look like you could use a real man in your life. How about it?”

You freeze, the words hanging in the air like a sharp sting. Your smile falters, the heat of discomfort rushing to your cheeks. You try to keep walking, hoping it’ll just fade away.

But the voice follows you, louder now. “Bet you’re as soft as you look. I like ‘em feisty. You interested, princess?”

A familiar, cold presence radiates next to you as Sevika immediately tenses. Her eyes flash in the direction of the voice, her jaw setting in a hard line.

Without missing a beat, she steps closer to you, her presence shield-like, a protective force. “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, pal,” she growls, voice low, but carrying the weight of authority.

The man laughs, taking a step toward you, not backing down. “Oh yeah? Or what?”

Sevika doesn’t wait. She steps forward in one smooth motion, blocking you from view as she towers over the man. Her gaze is ice-cold, unwavering. "Or I'll make you," she growls, her voice so dangerous it makes the air crackle.

The guy’s cocky grin falters when he realizes the towering woman in front of him isn’t someone to mess with. He hesitates, eyes darting from Sevika’s metal arm to the intensity in her gaze.

You stand behind Sevika, trying to push down the wave of frustration and unease that threatens to bubble up. Your pulse races, the last thing you wanted was to be in the spotlight like this.

Sevika doesn’t take her eyes off the man. "I’m giving you one chance to walk away before I show you how we do things here in Zaun." Her voice drips with menace.

The man, seeing the warning in Sevika’s posture, gulps and takes a few uneasy steps back, before finally muttering something under his breath. “Whatever, bitch.”

Sevika doesn’t flinch, just watches him retreat, her hand resting lightly on your back, her fingers brushing your skin in a subtle gesture of reassurance.

Once the guy disappears into the crowd, Sevika turns to you, her posture relaxing as she looks down at you with concern. “You good, doll?” she asks, her voice soft now, but still filled with that protective undertone.

You take a deep breath, feeling the tension in your body slowly ebb away. “Yeah,” you reply quietly, the rush of adrenaline fading. “Just didn’t expect that…”

Sevika’s gaze softens, and she pulls you gently to her side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re with me. No one gets to treat you like that, princess. No one.”

She presses a kiss to the top of your head, her grip tightening just slightly as she keeps walking, guiding you with her as the city noise resumes around you. “I’m always here. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”

You feel a mix of gratitude and comfort in the protective, yet gentle hold Sevika has around you. It’s a silent promise that no one—no matter how brazen—will ever make you feel small when she’s around.

As you walk through the streets of Zaun, you find yourself smiling again, this time with her hand in yours, the warmth of her presence grounding you against everything else.