Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You feel wrong in Piltover

The water was still warm, but it didn’t feel comforting. It felt heavy, like it was pressing against your skin, sinking into your bones. The golden fixtures, the pristine white tiles—everything in this bathroom screamed Piltover. It wasn’t home. It would never be home.

You traced absent patterns on the surface of the water, staring at your reflection. The city outside the window was too bright, too clean, too polished. You could still feel the stares from earlier, the quiet murmurs behind your back. You weren’t one of them, and they made sure you knew it.

No matter what you wore, how you carried yourself, they always looked at you like you were some lost street rat who had wandered too far aboveground. Some of them weren’t even subtle about it. Their eyes dragged over you like you were something filthy that had tainted their perfect world.

The worst part was that you felt it too. Like you didn’t belong. Like you were suffocating in all this gold and silk and empty pleasantries.

Sevika had been calling for you, you realized vaguely, her voice echoing through the halls. You didn’t answer. You weren’t in the mood to pretend you were fine.

Heavy footsteps finally stopped outside the bathroom door. There was a pause, then it creaked open. "There you are," Sevika muttered, voice softer than you expected. You didn’t turn to look.

You heard the rustle of fabric, the sound of metal shifting. Then the water rippled as Sevika stepped in, settling in behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you back against her chest. The heat of her skin felt more grounding than the water ever could.

She didn’t say anything at first, just let out a slow exhale against your shoulder. Her flesh hand traced idle circles over your stomach, her metal arm resting on the edge of the tub.

"You been hiding from me, sugar?" Her voice was rough, but not accusing. Just… knowing. Like she had already figured out what was wrong before you even had to say it.

You swallowed hard, staring at the steam curling in the air. Your hands rested over hers, gripping lightly. "They stare," you murmured. "Like I don’t belong here."

Sevika let out a sharp breath through her nose. You could feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles tightened, like she wanted to march out there and make every single one of them regret it.

Instead, she pressed her lips against the side of your head, lingering there. "Fuck 'em," she said simply, voice rough with quiet anger. "They don’t get to decide where you belong."

You let out a shaky breath, eyes burning. It wasn’t that easy. It would never be that easy.

"I hate it here," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "I hate feeling like this."

Sevika was quiet for a long moment. Then her grip tightened, pulling you closer, like she could shield you from the weight of it all.

"We can leave," she said, voice low but certain. "Whenever you want."

You turned slightly, just enough to see the way her jaw was set, the flicker of something serious in her eyes. You knew she meant it. If you told her you wanted to go back to Zaun, she’d walk away from all of this without a second thought.

But that wasn’t fair. She had worked too hard for this. You couldn’t be the reason she threw it all away.

"I just…" Your fingers traced over the scars on her arm, the ones she had earned fighting for this future. "I just need you."

Her expression softened, just barely. She leaned in, lips brushing over your temple, then down to your shoulder. "You got me, princess."

The warmth of her breath, the weight of her arms around you, the quiet strength in her presence—it was the only thing that made the city feel a little less cold.