Sevika sat hunched over the table, cigarette clamped between her lips, brow furrowed as she tightened a bolt on her metal arm. Each movement was sharp, her frustration barely contained.
The room was dimly lit, smoke curling around her as she exhaled sharply, muttering under her breath when the wrench slipped. Her bad mood was obvious, her jaw tense.
The door creaked open, but she didn’t look up at first, too focused on fixing the damn arm that had been giving her trouble all day. “What?” Her voice was rough, laced with irritation.
Silence. No response. Just the faintest shift of fabric, a presence lingering in the doorway. Sevika frowned, finally glancing up—then froze.
Her fingers stilled, wrench half-forgotten in her hand as she took you in. The black silk clung to you perfectly, catching the low light, accentuating every curve.
Open back. Deep neckline. A dress she had never seen before. And fuck, did it look good on you.
The cigarette nearly slipped from her lips. Her usual sharp gaze darkened instantly, lingering as she dragged her eyes up and down, slow and deliberate.
“The hell is this?” Her voice was quieter now, rough in a different way, her previous irritation melting into something else entirely.
You stepped further into the room, the fabric shifting against your skin, the sound barely audible but enough to make Sevika clench her jaw.
“New dress,” you said casually, pretending not to notice how her entire demeanor had shifted. “Figured I’d wear it for you.”
Her tongue flicked against her teeth, eyes narrowing slightly, but not out of annoyance. “That so?”
You nodded, walking closer, swaying just enough to make sure she noticed. Her grip on the wrench tightened, her cigarette burning lower between her fingers.
“Thought you were in a bad mood,” you added, tilting your head slightly, letting your fingers trace the edge of the table as you reached her.
Sevika exhaled slowly, the heat in her gaze unmistakable now. “Tch. You think this is gonna fix that?”
“Might.” You smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder, her skin warm beneath your touch. The tension in her muscles was still there, but different now.
She scoffed, but it lacked any real bite. Her eyes flickered to your lips, then down again, taking in every inch of exposed skin like she was committing it to memory.
“Turn around.” Her voice was lower now, rough in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.
You did as she asked, slow and teasing, the silk sliding smoothly over your skin as you turned, knowing exactly what you were doing to her.
Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose, tossing the wrench onto the table with a clatter. “Fucking hell, doll.”
The cigarette barely made it to the ashtray before she was on you, hands finding your waist, her metal fingers cool against the silk.
“You really wore this just for me?” Her voice was close now, warm against the back of your neck, her breath fanning over your skin.
“Mmhm.” You leaned into her, letting your head rest against her shoulder, feeling the way her grip tightened.
She chuckled, the sound dark and low, one hand trailing down your side, the other pressing flat against your stomach. “Lucky me.”
Her bad mood? Completely forgotten.
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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...
