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sevika x reader who's kinda crow coded? As in they're smart and mischievous and show love via gifting sevika random trinkets, like cool scraps of junk or whatever. Sometimes they'll straight up gift her random money or weapons, usually acquired through dubious means though, which gets her in trouble most often than not.
they also fashion little gadgets out of trash to gift, which most of the time are useless but hey! anything for her wife.
Omg love this! 🐦⬛
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Crow Logic
Summary: You have always loved like a crow. Once Sevika earned your trust, there was no getting rid of you, and no stopping the endless stream of strange little gifts that followed.
Nobody could ever accuse you of being easy to win over.
You watched people before deciding whether they were worth your time. You drifted in and out of conversations whenever it suited you, vanished for days without explanation, then reappeared as though you’d never left.
You noticed everything. Every lie, every kindness, every passing expression. Most people never realised you were studying them.
They assumed you were aloof.
Sevika recognised you were simply selective.
The first time she’d offered you half her lunch after catching you pretending you weren’t hungry, you’d stared at her for so long she’d almost wondered if she’d offended you.
“…Why?”
“‘Cause I’ve got enough.”
You’d hummed thoughtfully, accepted the food, and wandered off.
That had been the beginning.
There wasn’t some grand moment where you declared yourselves friends. You simply… started appearing.
Sevika would look up from whatever she was repairing to find you perched on a nearby crate, absentmindedly spinning a bolt between your fingers. She’d finish work only to discover you waiting outside the workshop, claiming you were “already heading this way.” If she stopped for a drink after work, somehow you’d end up in the seat beside her before she’d even noticed you walk in.
“You following me?”
“No.”
“You’ve been behind me for six blocks.”
“I’m going this way.”
“So am I.”
“Exactly.”
You never admitted she’d become your favourite person.
You didn’t have to.
Everyone else figured it out long before she did.
If someone wanted to find you, they’d ask Sevika. If Sevika disappeared on a job for a few days, you’d become oddly restless, lingering around places she usually visited under the pretence that you “just happened to be nearby.” You always had an excuse ready, no matter how flimsy it sounded.
“I was passing by.”
“You live across the city.”
“…Long walk.”
The gifts started not long after.
At first they were practical. A screwdriver she’d complained about losing. Replacement gears that happened to be the exact size she’d needed. A bundle of scrap metal worth far more than anything lying around in the Lanes.
“You steal these?”
“…Found them.”
“Where?”
“Someone else found them first.”
“…Sweetheart.”
You only smiled, clearly pleased with yourself.
Then your tastes became… broader.
One afternoon you proudly placed a perfectly smooth piece of sea glass into her palm because it was “pretty.” The next day it was an old coin with a strange engraving. Then a polished black stone that reflected the light beautifully, followed by a brass lighter that no longer worked but produced an incredibly satisfying click whenever it opened.
“Listen.”
You clicked it once.
“…Nice.”
“I know.”
You looked ridiculously pleased by her approval.
Dating only encouraged you.
You’d disappear for an hour and return carrying three completely unrelated objects with the unmistakable excitement of someone who’d just discovered buried treasure.
“A silver spoon.”
“It’s shiny.”
“A belt buckle.”
“It has a wolf.”
Sevika held up the thick wad of cash you’d also deposited on the table.
“…Darling.”
You looked at it, then back at her.
“What?”
“Where did this money come from?”
You blinked innocently.
“…Found it.”
“Where?”
“…In a wallet.”
“…And where’s the wallet?”
“I put it back.”
“You… put the wallet back.”
“Well, yeah.” You frowned, as though it were obvious. “They probably needed their licence.”
Sevika had made you return the money.
You’d spent the entire walk pouting, insisting you’d been trying to provide for your future together.
Once you were married, absolutely nothing changed.
If anything, you became worse.
Sevika would come home to little collections waiting neatly on the kitchen table. A beautiful bolt with an unusual thread. Three rare coins. Flowers you’d picked or stones you’d collected because they matched her eyes. A broken watch because the gears inside looked interesting. A knife with an intricately carved handle.
Occasionally…
A street sign.
“…Baby.”
“What?”
“Where did you get the street sign?”
“…Outside.”
“It was attached to the street.”
“It isn’t anymore.”
Every few weeks you’d appear at her workshop door wearing the same barely-contained smile.
“Close your eyes.”
“They staying closed this time?”
“Yes.”
“…Last time you handed me a pigeon.”
“He was injured.”
“He bit me.”
“You still looked after him.”
“…I did.”
“So technically he was a good gift.”
She sighed.
“…Fine.”
Closing her eyes had become an act of trust.
You placed something cool and heavy into her hands before bouncing back a step.
“Open.”
Inside an old steel cigar case sat dozens of neatly organised replacement screws for her prosthetic. Every size she’d been struggling to find. Every thread she regularly wore through. The sort of collection that would’ve taken months to gather.
She looked up slowly.
“…Where did you get these?”
You rocked back on your heels.
“…Around.”
“Doll.”
“A man wasn’t using them.”
“He was selling them.”
“…Not anymore.”
“You robbed a merchant.”
“He chased me.”
“I can’t imagine why.”
“I was faster.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying very hard not to smile.
The lectures never lasted long.
Because beneath the increasingly questionable methods was something so deeply sincere that she could never stay annoyed.
You listened.
Every passing complaint. Every offhand comment about a missing tool. Every tiny inconvenience she mentioned once before immediately forgetting about it herself. You remembered all of it. If she paused to admire something in a market for even half a second before deciding she didn’t need it, chances were she’d find something remarkably similar sitting on the kitchen table a few days later.
Whether it had been purchased…
Well.
That remained a mystery.
Years into your marriage, Sevika’s workshop had become cluttered with your treasures. Lucky coins tucked into drawers. Smooth stones resting beside blueprints because you insisted they helped her think. Tiny gears that served absolutely no purpose beyond being interesting to look at. Perched on one shelf sat a small brass crow you’d proudly presented to her after declaring it looked just like you.
“It’s grumpy.”
“It’s judging me.”
“It’s got a strong beak.”
“…It does look like you.”
“I know.”
Whenever anyone asked why she kept so much useless junk lying around, Sevika would simply shrug.
“My wife keeps bringing me things.”
“You could throw them away.”
She’d glance around the workshop instead.
Every odd little object carried the memory of your bright smile as you pressed it into her hands. Every scratched trinket, every shiny coin, every oddly-shaped piece of scrap was simply another way you’d said I saw this and thought of you.
She’d be damned if she ever threw that away.
Almost as if you’d sensed you were being talked about, your voice echoed from somewhere outside the workshop.
“Sevika!”
She smiled before she’d even seen you.
“What’ve you got this time, sweetheart?”
You rounded the corner carrying an entire motorcycle mirror, grinning from ear to ear.
“I found it!”
Sevika looked at the fresh scrape across the mounting bracket.
“…Attached to a motorcycle?”
You hesitated.
“…Briefly.”
“You climbed something.”
“…I climbed down.”
“You ran from someone.”
“…They were very enthusiastic.”
“You definitely stole this.”
“…Allegedly.”
A laugh escaped before she could stop it.
Hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.
She crossed the room, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kissed your temple while taking the mirror from your hands.
“You are lucky you’re cute.”
“I know.”
“I wasn’t complimenting you.”
“You kissed me.”
“…I did.”
“So I win.”
“You absolutely do.”
Content with your victory, you immediately melted against her side, your attention already drifting around the workshop as you searched for whatever your favourite person might need next.
"Where is it?" Cait mumbled to herself, looking for her spare bottle of shampoo. It had been moved since Vi was living here, and she knew she had one. She needed a restock anyway since normally she had a couple in the cupboard at any given time. But right now she just wanted to wash her hair and she just wanted her damn shampoo.
Caitlyn let out a loud huff and paused for a moment to try and avoid getting too angry. "Vi, did you move my shampoo?" She yelled, trying to get her attention, which she knew was unlikely to succeed all that much. Cait continued to ferret around for it, yanking out some of the containers that held cleaning supplies and the like.
She was starting to get really annoyed just as Vi walked into the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as Cait kneeled in front of the cupboard. "I think I moved it under the spare toilet paper. It's okay, it's not the end of the world, darlin'." She said, trying to just be helpful and considerate as she watched, not wanting to get into her space.
Feeling someone behind her as she breathed, Cait felt her head twitch, her mind blur and then her eyes unfocus all at once. She could feel the wind on her neck and the gun cocked behind her. Breathing low in her chest, her body aching as she blankly stared and felt her whole life just slipping away.
The feeling was burning deep inside her, mixing with this putrid anger that she was so foolish and helpless and stupid. How could she let this happen like this? How could she have been so stupid? It was all in the front of her mind, fighting for attention in those last few moments as she tried to understand how she let someone like that into her bed and life, even if she did manage to keep her out of her heart.
Hands numbing and mouth hanging open, her bad eye twitching as she could feel the phantom slash that had blinded her in it not too long after this proposed death. For a moment she felt like she could see out of it again. Like she could see the world before her, ready to execute her with one final shot. Out of her sight no less. How utterly cowardly; at least look her in the eyes as she died.
"Cait?" Vi asked, seeing her staring at space, knowing something was wrong. "Caitlyn?" she asked again, a little more concerned this time since Cait wasn't responding. Finally, she knelt down and shook her shoulder. "Cait!" She raised her voice a little and then cupped her face to drag her attention back to her.
Cait did snap back to reality eventually, looking at Vi for a moment before flinching. "Shit." She mumbled as she held her eye, trying to massage the phantom pain away before it got any worse. "I'm sorry, I just slipped into one of those memory things. Like a flashback or something." She said, feeling her body start to tremble.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why it's getting to me so much." She mumbled, feeling like she was collapsing from the inside without a good enough reason. "I mean, you've been through worse, and I just want my damn shampoo. It's not your fault you stood there like that. I'm so stupid."
The rambling was probably the worst, but Vi just listened. "Cait, we both deal with things differently. Stop comparing yourself to me. You've been through some shit too, a lot more than you should have to deal with. You're allowed to have tough days... Just like you let me." Vi stroked her cheek with her thumb, feeling herself getting emotional as well.
"Fuck all these feelings," Vi said, breaking out of the soppy moment before they both started sobbing on the floor. "There." Vi grabbed the shampoo finally. "Go, enjoy your shower." She said, turning to leave and trying to subtly wipe her eyes.
"Vi," Cait called, and Vi turned. "You can stay if you want to. To join me or not, I just think it might be nice." She suggested, slightly awkwardly, but she didn't know how else to ask for her to stay. She'd never had to do it before.
Vi laughed to herself before shrugging. "You don't have to tell me twice." She teased before stripping off her shirt. This was much easier than dealing with emotions like normal. Or at least it was easier than going straight to crying on the floor; at least now she got a good view before that.
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Obviously people are allowed to have their own interpretations and hcs, but I cannot understand those arcane fans that gets really mad at fanarts or hcs of Vi binding when she literally looks like this for half of season 2 😭
I've always wondered about the flowers Jayce brought for Caitlyn when he visited her in season 1
I've never seen anything confirming or explaining what type of flower they are
It's completely possible they're a fictional species made up for Arcane, but the closest real-world match I could find was this:
White geraniums/pelargoniums. They look pretty similar, from the petal shapes to the stamen, and of course the colour
If they are, then it makes a lot of sense why Jayce brought them for her considering their symbolism. White geraniums are said to represent spiritual cleansing; they evoke the restoration of peace, bring protection and emotional balance, ward off negativity, etc etc... lots of connotations of healing. So, considering he's visiting her after she got injured, I think that's pretty sweet and definitely a deliberate choice
It really shows how much he cares about her, especially considering that Caitlyn herself is the one with a suggested interest in flowers. He probably learned about them from her - he listens, and he remembers.
And, if you wanna get a little bit insane, Caitlyn throwing them on the floor to lead Jayce over to her conspiracy board foreshadows her neglecting her healing journey for the sake of her hyperfixation on closing the case in season 2
is it weird that I kinda headcanon caitlyn dressing similarly to tobias once she's older, like with trousers and suspenders and top hats and all that. I mean I know it's already established in league that she wears top hats, but I guess I just like the idea of her having old man swag.
would probably own reading glasses too. I just know it, don't question me.
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