Imagine Being Vi’s Secret Soft Spot in a World That’s Always Hard
Summary: Everyone sees Vi as unshakable. Tough. The punch-first-ask-later girl. But late at night, when it’s just you and her on a rooftop with the city quiet for once, she lets her guard down. With you, she’s soft and terrified. Pairing: Vi x Reader Word Count: ~1,100 Warnings: Fluff, emotional vulnerability, soft Vi, light language
It had been a long day. The kind that leaves dirt on your face, blood on your sleeves, and a silence in your chest you don’t know how to name.
You were sitting on the rooftop behind Benzo’s. Your usual spot. Quiet. High enough above the chaos to pretend it didn’t exist, at least for a little while.
Then boots on the ladder.
You didn’t have to turn around.
Vi climbed up, pulled herself over the edge, and sat beside you like she’d done it a hundred times. Like she belonged there. Like you’d been waiting for her.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just exhaled hard and stared out over the city like it was mocking her.
After a while, you asked, “Rough day?”
She gave a soft, tired laugh. “Aren’t they all?”
You let the silence stretch again. Let her sit in it, breathe it in.
Then, quietly, she said, “I don’t know how to do this.”
You turned your head, brows pulling together. “Do what?”
“This,” she gestured between you. “Be close to someone. Not… with my fists.”
You didn’t answer right away. Just watched her. The way her shoulders stayed tense, like even now she was waiting for something to fall apart.
“You don’t have to do it perfect,” you said gently. “You just have to be here.”
Her eyes flicked to yours. Searching.
Then, like a wave crashing before she could stop it, she leaned in.
And kissed you.
It wasn’t practiced. Wasn’t smooth or slow. It was urgent like she’d been holding her breath for weeks and just remembered how to exhale.
Her hands cupped your face like she was scared you’d disappear. Your fingers found the side of her jaw, grounding her. She kissed you like she didn’t know how to be soft but wanted to try just for you.
When she pulled back, she didn’t let go.
Foreheads pressed together. Breath mingling. Her voice was raw when she spoke.
“I don’t want to lose this.”
“You’re not going to,” you said. And meant it.
Her hands were still shaking.
But she stayed.
And that was everything for you.
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