Chaos. A fight breaks out, blades flashing, gunfire cracking through the air. Sevika moves fast, instincts kicking in.
You’re in the middle of it, trying to keep up, trying to fight. It’s too messy, too quick.
Someone lunges at you from behind. Sevika sees it first. Her body moves before she thinks.
She swings her arm—hard, metal meeting flesh. She expects to hit the attacker.
But you turn at the wrong second. Her metal arm collides with you instead.
The force sends you stumbling, air ripped from your lungs. Pain explodes across your cheek.
You don’t even hit the ground before she’s catching you, hands grabbing tight. “Shit—doll?”
Her voice is rough, panicked. She’s already checking your face, your lip split, cheek stinging.
You blink up at her, dazed, pain dull compared to the shock.
Her brows are drawn tight, jaw clenched. “Didn’t mean to—fuck, I didn’t mean—”
The fight still rages around you, but Sevika doesn’t care. She holds your face with her flesh hand, cradling it like she could undo the damage.
“I’m okay,” you murmur, voice shaky. You’re not sure who you’re convincing.
Her fingers ghost over your skin, softer than anyone would believe she could be. “No, you’re not.”
Blood beads on your lip, and she curses under her breath, guilt flashing in her eyes.
You reach for her arm, metal cold under your touch. “Not your fault.”
She shakes her head, jaw tightening. “I was supposed to protect you, not—” She can’t even say it.
The fight still isn’t over, but Sevika isn’t moving, isn’t letting go.
“We need to finish this,” you whisper, trying to refocus.
Sevika exhales sharply, forcing herself to push the guilt aside—for now.
“Stay close,” she orders, voice firm but tinged with something raw.
She pulls you behind her, standing between you and the danger like a shield.
Later, when it’s over, she presses ice to your cheek, eyes dark with something unreadable.
“Didn’t think you could look any prettier,” she murmurs, trying for humor, but her grip on the ice pack tightens.
You nudge her side, trying to ease the weight in her chest. “Bet I could take you in a fight now.”
Her lips twitch, but the guilt lingers.
That night, she holds you closer than usual, flesh hand smoothing over your hair, her metal arm resting carefully away from you.
As if she’s scared of hurting you again.
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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...
