apartment neighbor!vi who disappears, or at least tries to -- no more weekend visits, no more tuesday night movie dates -- you still see her, or rather, catch glimpses of her here and there, but she's always ducking away or off somewhere before you can catch her, and for a someone who's so conspicuous, she's more slippery than you could've ever imagined. and at first, you're angry -- hurt, confused -- but the pain dulls after a week, two, and soon enough, there's only the barest flinch whenever you see her silhouette slipping down the hallway when you catch her coming back from the gym, or in the mail room --

once, you catch the bright chime of powder's voice as vi opens her door, and you could've sworn you heard your name, but the next second, the door's slamming closed behind her, and powder's voice cuts off like an old record.

two

The smell of pizza and wings drifts through the apartment, making your stomach growl as you sink into the couch. You’d just gotten home from a tutoring session that went by surprisingly smoothly. Vi plops down beside you, tossing you a plate before grabbing a slice for herself. She grins, watching you grab your own slice.

"So," she says between bites, "how was class today? And… tutoring, right?"

You exhale, slumping against the cushions. "Long. Mondays drain the life out of me, but yeah. Tutoring wasn’t too bad, honestly. My student actually aced the exam we’ve been studying for, so that’s a win."

Vi smirks. "Bet that felt like a miracle."

"You have no idea," you say, rubbing your eyes sleepily. "What about you? How was your day?"

She leans back, stretching her legs out. "Not bad. Classes were fine, same old, same old. Spent the last hour giving a lesson to one of my students. She’s getting better, but her footwork still needs work. Keeps dropping her guard, which is just begging to get knocked out."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sounds rough."

Vi shrugs, biting into a wing. "Tough love. If she wants to learn, she’s gotta be ready to take a hit. It’s how I got better."

You shake your head, amused. The conversation flows easily after that, carrying on through dinner until eventually, the night winds down.

Vi stands, stretching her arms over her head, muscles flexing under the soft apartment lighting. She lets out a quiet sigh as she relaxes, then turns her gaze on you, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.

"Alright, I’m heading to bed," she says, stepping closer. Close enough that you can pick up the faint scent of her soap, her subtle woodsy, vanilla scent that just screams her.

a feminine urge to wife Caitlyn

art: @palsonart on x

Vi x Reader

Tags: Vi x reader, training session, flirting, sfw, mention of fightning, sfw

Summary: You and Vi are having a training session, the tension is however tense and another emotion is in the air.

The underground gym in Zaun is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old leather and sweat. The distant drip drip of a leaky pipe echoes through the empty space, but all you can focus on is her.

Vi stands a few feet away, rolling her shoulders, muscles flexing beneath her tank top. The dim glow from a nearby neon sign paints her skin in a mix of pink and blue, making her look almost unreal.

"Alright, cupcake," she purrs, cracking her knuckles. "Show me what you got."

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝑽𝒊.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆…

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒖! 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒛 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓!𝑽𝒊… 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒛 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒐𝒚!!

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒕𝒘?

꩜girlbestfriend!Vi who has a key to your dorm

꩜girlbestfriend!Vi who sleeps in your bed when your in classes

꩜girlbestfriend!Vi who walks around your house in only her boxers

꩜girlbestfriend!Vi who swaps clothes with you at a moments notice

the ruins of our world- part two

•vi x firelight!reader

part one

wc: 3.2k

notes: hmm… a little angst on this one i’m sorry 😞 i tried to make it as fluffy as i could, but i hated pitfighter vi (don’t get me wrong she looked hot as fuck, but she was going through so much, i could write an essay about her), anyways here is part 2!!

The next time you heard of Vi, she was still running around with that Piltie, doing what she thought was helping—tracking down Jinx, taking on the Chembarons, fighting battles that weren’t just hers to fight.

But in the middle of all that, you never once crossed her mind.

She never asked about you. Never came by to see how you were doing, how the Firelights were holding up. Not even a simple hi—nothing.

It stung more than you wanted to admit.

You had spent years mourning her, carrying the weight of her absence like a wound that never fully healed. And now that she was back—alive, breathing, fighting—she still wasn’t here.

Not with you.

Commissioned by @Patron_Celty (twt) — a snippet from Celty’s Romeo x Juliet CaitVi comic in the works!

Thanks for considering me to do a page of your wonderful story Celty! 🥳🥰

─── Ⅵ MARCO, PORO

she finds him after your third date (or, not even really a date because it wasn't really planned — but then again, your previous two dates are also kind of off-cuff; you making good on your promise to "buy her a drink" and showing up with coffee the next morning at yours), the pair of you sharing breakfast at the cafe around the corner not even a week later, you lost in the eos-blue of her eyes, her entranced by the morning glory shade of your laughter, the glittering giddiness of new love bubbling through you both, threatening to spill over, light as just-poured champagne.

he's a wet nose and big floppy ears and eyes so dark and watery you can almost fall into them.

thinking about soft, slow make out sessions with vi. she’s got you sitting on the counter, her body slotted in between in your legs with her arms wrapped around your waist to pull you impossibly closer while your hands cup her face. she would be so gentle, warm hands on your back, soft lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. breaking away from the kiss for just a moment to admire you, smirking at the way your lips follow hers, kissing down your neck to hear you gasp in her arms, to feel your pulse under her lips, to know that you are real and here and hers. when your fingers find their way into her hair, tugging her up to place her mouth on yours again, vi thinks she could stay like this for hours, savouring the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you sound. eventually, you pull away, foreheads touching, breathing in each others’ air as you whisper sweet words to each other.

Headcanon. #1. Doll. Roommate!Vi x Fem!Reader, Vi calls you doll for the first time.

authors note: this is a filler for waiting for my first proper one-shot to be published. you should definitely reblog, like, and comment if you tolerate this headcanon xx

The first time Vi had let the name slip, you were sitting pretty in front of your vanity.

With a call from Mel in the early morning, insisting that it was bound for you and the girls to take the city of Piltover and to socialise with someone other than your roommate, you had to agree. With a free Friday night from the Last Drop and no assignments due for a few weeks, you notified your roommate that you would not be home tonight.