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[baambied]

vi in a enforcer uniform🎀🎀

[l0vesecretsociety]

ARCANE 🕷༻𓆪₊˚

o | oneshot

sr | series a | angst

s | suggestive

f | fluff

18+ | adult content

✮ EKKO

PATHS

"I hope our paths cross again" o, a.

KEEPING TABS

“For some stupid reason, I keep on believing.” o, a.

AUTUMN

"I carved my name in your ribcage"

MILK TEETH

"I wait for your arms, but you give me your jacket instead."

PLAYGROUND LOVE

"You're my playground love."

IRIS

"I just want you to know who I am."

TOUCH TANK

"Cause he's so pretty when he goes down on me."

MAN

"You stole more of me than I care to admit."

TOO SWEET

"I think I'll take my whiskey neat..."

✮ VI

GOLD STAR

"I'll wait up for you."

ITCH

"Finally get to kiss you."

WATCH

"Lips meet teeth and tongue."

CASUAL

"I've heard so many rumours..."

NIGHT SHIFT

"Dedicated to new lovers."

TAKE A BITE

"Wanna do it all over again."

EYES, NOSE, LIPS

"Your touch that used to touch me."

to be continued...

[anymoon19]

how they met

I brought you a story that I made a while ago and I really wanted to share, I hope you like it and my requests are open

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I saw that Vi always felt something for you, even if she couldn't name what it was. Whether it was wanting to get your attention, finding excuses to touch you, or even hugging you for no reason.

But when she saw two women together, romantically speaking, she realized it was the same way you treated each other. The affection, the attention, and the looks. That's when Vi realized she was hopelessly in love with you.

Vi wasn't usually affectionate, only with Vander or Powder, and that was just because they were family.

You met when she was 15 years old, and since then, you never parted ways. You always found her beautiful, that rough and authoritative demeanor always attracted you, and over time, Vi began to notice it too.

That's when the flirting started, initially simple compliments, hands on shoulders or hips. But it evolved, what used to be a simple hand on the hip turned into a constant hand on your waist or the back pocket of your pants, the innocent compliments turned into increasingly bold and direct pick-up lines, the light hugs turned into long minutes of her holding you in her arms or keeping you close.

At first, it intimidated you because, even though you liked her, Vi was still intimidating and brave, and you weren't used to that kind of attention.

Even though Vi was sure of her own feelings, she wasn't sure about yours, heck, she didn't even know if you liked women. She decided to observe you, spend more time with you, even if sometimes Powder got in the way a bit.

A few weeks before that night, Vi had confessed her feelings to you, she couldn't stand not having you to herself anymore and decided to take a chance.

It was perfect, your relationship had never been better, the kisses you shared, the hugs you gave, and the love you felt were out of this world. Vi had never felt anything so intense in her life, and being with you like that seemed like a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

When everything went wrong, all your friends died, and Vi had disappeared, your world fell apart. You had begged her so much to forget that, and now you had lost her, your heart was shattered, and seeing what Powder was becoming only made the situation worse. In one of the attempts to make Powder, now Jinx, return to normal, you almost ended up dead from a fit of your former friend. Taking shelter with Ekko in his base, you decided to focus on caring for the wounded and warriors instead of going on missions.

Eight years had passed, and even while distracting yourself, you still found yourself thinking about Vi. What you felt for her you would never feel for anyone else, and the thought that you never would again bothered you. You often speculated where she could be. Unlike the others, her body was never found. The thought that she might have escaped and left you bothered your subconscious, but you quickly corrected yourself. Vi would never abandon you, never abandon Powder. But as each day, week, month, and year passed, that thought solidified in your mind, making you wish she had died in the accident rather than thinking she had left you.

However, when you saw her, standing right in front of you next to a Piltover officer, your world stopped. She was taller than you remembered and more muscular too. Aside from the new tattoos and haircut, she was the same Vi you remembered. Your body started trembling when she turned to you and froze in place, those beautiful blue eyes looking at you with guilt and longing, making the hurt in your chest grow.

You slowly approached, afraid she might disappear with a simple breath. Vi stood there, immobilized, waiting for some action or move from you. As you got close enough, you slapped her face, making her head turn to the side, and her cheek turned red.

"Why did you do this? Why did you abandon us?" Tears were falling from your eyes as you spoke those words, cutting your throat like glass and burning your insides with anger and resentment.

"I didn't abandon you," she whispered, finally looking into your eyes, letting her own tears form.

This reaction was far from what Vi expected from you, not due to your gentle and loving nature, of course. She didn't expect everything to go back to how it was before, but still, she thought at least you would welcome her with the love you once had.

"Lies!" you shouted with tears streaming down your face, "You left, you left me..." covering your face, "Why did you do this?"

Your words broke Vi's heart. Seeing you like this was like a stab in the chest. "I didn't want to leave, but I couldn't stop it..." she allowed herself to cry, making everyone around look shocked. "They caught me, S/n, they threw me in prison for the theft we committed before all this happened." Vi approached, lifting your face to her. "Not a single day went by without me dreaming of coming back home, back to you, thinking that when I finally had you, everything was taken from me."

The anger dissipated, giving way to a painful longing. You collapsed into Vi's arms, crying loudly against her chest, feeling her arms tighten around you. All the pain, longing, and nostalgia were in that hug. Your sobs were muffled by Vi's jacket as she hid her face in your hair, the tears streaming silently down her face as she tightened her embrace to the point of pain.

"I'm so sorry," Vi whispered repeatedly in your ear, sobbing quietly while holding you in her arms.

You stayed like that for a while, not knowing if it was hours or minutes, just wanting to stay in each other's arms and try to make up for the time that was taken from you.

When you separated, Caitlyn approached to check if you were okay. She introduced herself and explained her relationship with Vi and was happy to meet you.

It was difficult, but you both managed to establish yourselves. After all, your love had never faded, and the time you spent apart only intensified that feeling. It wasn't perfect, because nothing is perfect, but you loved each other and were willing to make the relationship work.

[elliecoochieeater]

i’m pregnant and sevika is the father

[worldimaginedreaming]

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.

A/N : Here's last one ! Have a good reading and good weekend! Lot of love! !

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[worldimaginedreaming]

Imagine Vi Seeing You Again After Prison But You’ve Changed

Summary: When Vi finally gets out, she expects Zaun to be in pieces but not you. The fire in your eyes has dulled. The way you look at her now… it’s not the same. What hurts more: what she missed, or what she might’ve lost?

Pairing: Vi x Reader Word Count: ~1,300 Warnings: Angst, emotional pain, mention of trauma/abandonment, PTSD themes, bittersweet reunion

You weren’t where she left you.

And maybe she didn’t expect you to be.

Vi had imagined this moment a thousand ways behind those walls her fists around steel bars, her throat raw from silence, dreaming of you.

She thought you’d cry.

She thought you’d run to her, or maybe hit her, scream about the time she lost, the promises she didn’t keep.

But you didn’t do any of that.

You just looked at her.

Like a stranger.

“Hey,” Vi said, voice rough with disuse. Her body still ached from everything Shimmer, Stillwater, surviving.

You crossed your arms, leaned against the crumbling brick of what used to be the old alleyway. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

That was all.

No smile. No anger.

Just… that.

Vi swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah. Me neither.”

She stepped closer.

You didn’t move.

Zaun was different now. Harsher. Colder. The color stripped out of its bones.

But it wasn’t just the city. You were different too.

Your stance was tighter. Your voice had no softness left in it. And when Vi looked into your eyes, she didn’t see the person who used to patch her knuckles or steal her gloves just to make her chase you.

She saw someone tired.

Worn thin.

“Jinx said you might be alive,” you said after a moment. “I didn’t believe her. Not really.”

“I tried to get back,” Vi said. “I swear I did. I thought about you every damn day.”

You flinched barely but she saw it.

She took another step. “I should’ve been here. I know I should’ve”

“You weren’t.” Your voice cracked on the edge of flatness. “We all lost something, Vi. You weren’t the only one who got buried.”

Vi winced.

It was worse than a punch.

She didn’t expect forgiveness. Not really.

But she didn’t expect indifference either.

That was what stung the most.

The way you looked at her like she wasn’t home, just another ghost from your past showing up too late.

“You stopped writing,” you said after a beat. “First it was once a month. Then it was nothing.”

Vi dropped her gaze. “They took everything. They broke me down. I tried to hold onto you, but…”

“But?”

“I didn’t think you'd still be here.”

Silence.

Then your laugh bitter, dry. “Yeah. Well. Neither did I.”

You sat down on the ledge outside the old bakery, the one that used to smell like warm sugar and now just reeked of ash.

Vi sat beside you, careful, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed.

The silence stretched.

“I used to dream about you,” you said suddenly. “The first year, I thought you’d come back and everything would snap into place again. Like you’d run down the alley and punch the world back into shape.”

She turned to you. “And now?”

“Now I just try to make it through the day.”

The words clung to the air between you. She wanted to reach out — to take your hand like she used to, when you’d flinch at thunder and she’d say, "I got you, always."

But this wasn’t then.

This was now.

And you were a different kind of broken.

One she wasn’t sure she could fix.

Still, she said it anyway.

“I missed you.”

You looked at her, finally, really looked.

There was pain there.

And love.

Buried under rubble and rust and time.

“I missed you too,” you said, quietly. “But I learned to live without you.”

Vi didn’t cry.

She never did.

But this? This made her want to.

“You still fight like hell?” you asked, half-teasing.

She smirked, a flicker of the girl she used to be. “Only for the people who matter.”

“And who’s that?”

She didn’t hesitate. “You.”

Your breath hitched.

Maybe it was too late.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But for the first time in years, you didn’t feel completely alone on these streets.

And Vi?

She felt like maybe she could still come back from this.

If you'd let her.

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[worldimaginedreaming]

Imagine Fighting Beside Vi During the Undercity Riots

Summary: Zaun is on the verge of breaking. Amid sirens and smoke, you fight alongside Vi to defend your people. But between the bruises, blood, and the bond that’s only grown stronger in the chaos, something deeper starts rising to the surface and neither of you can shove it down anymore. Pairing: Vi x Reader Word Count: ~1,200 Warnings: Violence, blood, minor injury, romantic tension, battle setting, emotional suppression

The street was on fire again.

Not literal flames this time but the noise, the smoke, the yelling it might as well have been.

You wiped sweat from your forehead with a cut-up sleeve, heart pounding too fast to think straight. Then, through the haze, you saw her.

Vi.

Covered in grime, blood on her cheek (probably not hers), jaw clenched like she was chewing on rage.

“You good?” she shouted over the chaos, swinging a pipe over her shoulder like it was just another extension of herself.

“I’ve had better nights,” you muttered, panting, “but yeah. Still standing.”

She smirked. “That’s all that matters right now.”

Another explosion cracked through the alley behind you a flare burst, not close enough to kill, but close enough to rattle your ribs. Vi didn’t even flinch. She reached for your hand, pulled you behind cover like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You didn’t let go.

The air down here always smelled like rust and electricity, but tonight it was worse panic thick in every breath. The streets had turned into a battleground. Kids were fighting, old friends turning on each other, and no one knew who the enemy even was anymore.

Except you and Vi.

You two had always known what you were fighting for: each other, and the ones who couldn’t fight for themselves.

“I’ve got your back,” you said, ducking behind a broken vent wall.

She looked at you not a glance, but a real look. Like she needed to know you meant it.

“You always do,” she said, voice rough. “But tonight… I need more than that.”

You frowned. “More?”

Before she could answer, a scream rang out a young voice, too close. You both spun around.

Two enforcers, backed into a corner by some half-masked chem-barons. Wrong place, wrong night. Vi didn’t hesitate she ran toward it, fists first. You were right behind her.

You fought like you always did in rhythm. Her blocks, your swings. Her takedowns, your follow-throughs. Not perfect, but enough. Always enough.

You took a hit to the ribs that knocked the wind out of you. Vi caught you before you could hit the ground.

“You okay?” she asked, breathless, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, blinking fast. “Just… let me catch my soul real quick.”

She laughed short, shaky, but real. Then she pressed her forehead to yours for a second. Just a second.

“You scared me,” she said, so low you barely heard it.

“I’m right here.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

Later, when things had quieted not safe, but quiet you sat with her on the broken steps behind an abandoned chem-lab. Her knuckles were split. So were yours.

Neither of you talked at first.

Then she said, “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it.”

You turned your head.

“The way I look at you during fights,” she added, eyes locked on the horizon. “The way I check if you’re breathing before I even check myself.”

“Vi…”

She shook her head, suddenly looking mad at herself. “I don’t get to want things. Not down here. Not when everything’s falling apart.”

“You do,” you said, gently. “You get to want something for yourself. You get to want me.”

That made her look at you.

“Because I want you too,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “I just didn’t know if it was okay to say it. If it would mess everything up.”

Vi gave a quiet, almost tired laugh.

“Everything’s already messed up,” she said. “Might as well have something real in the middle of it.”

And then she kissed you.

Not soft. Not slow.

Desperate.

Like she’d been waiting for the world to end so she could finally do it.

You kissed her back.

Later, the riot would start again. The smoke would come back. The sirens, the blood, the noise all of it would return.

But for a moment, you weren’t just part of Zaun’s war.

You were part of Vi’s heart.

And for once, that felt like enough.

A/N :Here the last character of Arcane -> V. I. Hope u like it. Have a good reading! Lot of love !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[elliecoochieeater]

OKAY GUYS. IMAGINE AN EPIC THE MUSICAL AU WHERE VI IS ODYSSEUS AND R IS PENELOPE…..