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 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.
“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.”
Vi swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah. Me neither.”
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.
“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.”
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…”
“I didn’t think you'd still be here.”
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.
“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."
And you were a different kind of broken.
One she wasn’t sure she could fix.
Still, she said it anyway.
You looked at her, finally, really looked.
Buried under rubble and rust and time.
“I missed you too,” you said, quietly. “But I learned to live without you.”
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.”
She didn’t hesitate. “You.”
But for the first time in years, you didn’t feel completely alone on these streets.
She felt like maybe she could still come back from this.
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