Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

A Piltover women disrespects you

The sun hung low over Piltover’s pristine skyline, casting long golden shadows over the city’s polished streets. You walked beside Sevika, her presence solid and unwavering, though the sharp cut of her jaw said she was already done with today’s meetings.

The two of you had been invited—more like expected—to attend some upper-class gathering. A room full of Piltover’s elite, sipping on overpriced wine and exchanging empty pleasantries.

You kept close to Sevika’s side, aware of the way their eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. Always watching. Always judging.

A woman, draped in silks too expensive to be practical, approached with a practiced smile, her eyes scanning you like you were something she had to tolerate.

“Councilor Sevika,” she greeted smoothly, barely glancing at you. “I must say, it’s… inspiring to see someone from the Undercity rise so high.”

Her voice was too sweet, like honey laced with venom. You had heard tones like that before, and they never meant anything good.

Sevika’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, a silent warning to herself more than anyone else.

The woman took a slow sip of her wine before her gaze finally settled on you, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“And you,” she said, tilting her head, “I imagine it must be… overwhelming, being in a place so refined. Quite the change from where you came from, isn’t it?”

The words slid under your skin like a blade, sharp and precise. Your fingers twitched at your side, nails biting into your palm.

Before you could even react, Sevika was already moving.

She shifted, positioning herself between you and the woman, towering over her like a storm cloud ready to break.

“The fuck did you just say?” Sevika’s voice was low, calm in a way that sent a chill through the space between them.

The woman blinked, feigning innocence. “Oh, I simply meant—”

“Don’t.” Sevika cut her off, stepping forward, making her shrink back slightly. “You meant to talk down to my girl. You meant to make her feel small.”

The room felt quieter now, the murmured conversations dipping as more people took notice.

Sevika exhaled sharply, the muscle in her jaw twitching as she fought the urge to do something that would turn this into an even bigger scene.

Instead, she leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something only the woman could hear. “If you ever speak to her like that again, I don’t give a fuck how high and mighty you think you are—I’ll remind you exactly what it means to disrespect someone from the Undercity.”

The woman swallowed, the false bravado in her eyes flickering.

Sevika straightened, turning back to you immediately, her hand finding the small of your back, grounding.

“C’mon, sugar,” she muttered, voice softer now, just for you. “We’re leavin’.”

You let her guide you away, ignoring the way people’s eyes followed, their whispers barely concealed.

Once you were outside, Sevika’s hand slid down to take yours properly, squeezing it tight.

“You alright?” she asked, her voice still edged with lingering anger but laced with something softer, something meant just for you.

You nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Sevika scoffed, pulling you closer, her lips ghosting against your temple. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, doll. No one talks to you like that and gets away with it.”

You leaned into her, the tension in your chest easing, knowing that no matter how out of place you felt in Piltover, Sevika would always make sure you weren’t alone in it.