The room is dim, the only sound is the steady rise and fall of breath. Sevika’s warmth is solid against you, grounding, safe.
But your mind isn’t in the present. The nightmare sinks its claws deep, dragging you somewhere dark, somewhere you can’t escape.
Your body jerks, breath quick and shallow. In the dream, you’re fighting, reaching, desperate—
Your arm swings. Hard.
A sharp smack cracks through the quiet.
You jolt awake, heart hammering, pulse erratic. Sevika shifts beside you, a low grunt leaving her lips.
Panic surges, throat tightening. Your hands fly to her, touching her cheek, her jaw, frantic. “Shit—Sevika, I—”
She blinks, still half-asleep, her brows furrowing. “What the hell, sugar?”
Your fingers tremble against her skin. “I didn’t—I was dreaming, I—”
She exhales slow, rubbing a hand over her face. “You hit like a damn mosquito.”
But you’re not laughing. Your stomach twists, guilt clawing at your ribs.
“I didn’t mean to,” you whisper, voice small, cracking.
Her eyes finally adjust, locking onto you. The way your breath stutters, the way your fingers shake.
“Hey.” Her voice is softer now, sleep-rough, but steady. She catches your hands, bringing them down. “You’re alright. I’m alright.”
But you shake your head, guilt still thick in your throat. “I—”
She tugs you closer, pulling you into her chest, flesh hand sliding over your back. “Doll, I’ve taken worse hits opening a bottle of whiskey.”
Her heart beats slow, steady, against your ear. It should be comforting, but your own pulse won’t calm.
“Still,” you murmur, voice muffled against her.
She sighs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Still nothing. Not mad, not hurt. Just a little surprised my sweet little princess packs a punch in her sleep.”
You huff, but it’s weak.
Her fingers trail along your spine, touch firm but reassuring. “Bad dream?”
You nod, arms tightening around her.
“Next time,” she murmurs, voice dipping low, warm, “just wake me up. No need to fight ghosts on your own.”
The guilt doesn’t disappear, but the weight of her holding you makes it easier to breathe.
She presses another kiss to your forehead, murmuring something against your skin. Something you don’t quite catch, but feel deep in your bones.
Eventually, your body unwinds, the tension melting.
Sevika keeps you close, flesh hand tracing slow circles over your back until you drift off 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...
