Peace • Vi
Warnings: fluff, tickling
Pairings: Vi x You
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)
The night was calm, the muffled hum of the city outside fading into the background. You padded softly into the living room, your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, empty room, you paused mid-step when you saw Vi lounging on the couch. Her head was tilted back against the armrest, her signature pink hair messy from running her fingers through it. She looked relaxed, the dim lighting accentuating her sharp features, though there was a slight furrow of thought in her brows.
"Hey," you said softly, your voice breaking the silence but not startling her. Her blue eyes turned to you, and a smile—small, lazy, and utterly warm—spread across her lips.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice low and soothing, as she shifted to make space for you. She patted the spot beside her invitingly.
You moved toward her and sat down, the couch dipping slightly under your weight. As soon as you settled, she draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You leaned into her, resting your head against her shoulder, and wrapped your arm around her waist. Her scent—a mix of leather, faint smoke, and something distinctly hers—wrapped around you like a comfort blanket.
"You?" you asked, your fingers absentmindedly trailing small patterns along her side.
Vi sighed. "Thinking too much, I guess," she admitted. Her tone was casual, but you knew her well enough to hear the undertone of exhaustion.
For a while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet moments stretch and fill the space between you. Your hand, still resting on her side, shifted slightly, brushing against her ribs. That’s when it happened—a tiny, soft giggle escaped her lips.
Your head snapped up. "Was that a giggle?" you asked, your tone light but incredulous.
"No," she said quickly, her voice too defensive to be convincing. A faint flush crept up her neck as she avoided your gaze.
Your grin widened. "Oh my god, Vi, are you—"
"Don’t even think about it," she warned, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance. But it was too late. You’d already moved.
Your hands attacked her sides with relentless precision, fingers tickling her ribs and abdomen as she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her voice, usually steady and confident, was high-pitched and full of unrestrained joy. She squirmed under your touch, her pink hair falling into her face as she tried and failed to push you away.
"Stop it! Seriously—stop!" she gasped, laughing so hard tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Her words were broken by squeals and hiccups of laughter, a sound so rare and unguarded that it made your heart swell.
"Never!" you declared with a laugh of your own, doubling down on your assault.
In her thrashing, she managed to hook a leg around yours, and the two of you tumbled off the couch. You landed in a heap on the floor, Vi beneath you, still laughing breathlessly. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
"You're... impossible," she said between gasps, her voice laced with exasperation and affection.
You rested your weight on your elbows, hovering just above her, and took her in. Her hair was splayed out like a halo against the floor, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. The way her lips were parted, still curled into a smile, made your breath hitch. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and all you could see, hear, and feel was her.
“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady.
Her laughter faded, and she blinked up at you, her blue eyes wide and vulnerable. A faint blush spread across her face, and for once, Vi looked almost shy. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, her voice quieter now, tinged with warmth.
You leaned down, brushing a stray strand of pink hair from her face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Ridiculous for you,” you whispered against her skin, the words carrying all the tenderness you felt.
Vi’s arms wrapped around your back, pulling you down so you were fully pressed against her. "You’re lucky I love you," she teased, though her tone was so soft it made your chest ache.
"Lucky, huh?" you replied, your lips curling into a small smile. "I’d say I’m the luckiest."
She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she shifted slightly beneath you. The two of you stayed there on the floor, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. All that mattered was her—her laughter, her warmth, and the way she looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
