maisy

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: it’s been six months since you and vi broke up. you were convinced you had moved on until a night out with your friends proves otherwise

contains: drunk reader, drunk calls, modern au, alcohol use, exes to ??, sex mention, fluff

You didn’t need a clear head to know this was probably a bad idea, but the alcohol running through your system was what made you search for that number in your contacts in the first place.

Luckily or maybe unfortunately, you’d managed to slip away from your friends and lock yourself in the bathroom. They definitely would’ve stopped this from happening.

Under different circumstances, a day like today would’ve been your second anniversary. Instead, you’d gone out to a nightclub, trying to pretend you were over her.

There was nothing to pretend. It had been six months. Of course you were over her, you tried to convince yourself.

But after one too many shots of the club’s finest liquor, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

The second you found her contact, you hit the call button without hesitation. You still had her saved under that stupid nickname with all those cheesy emojis.

You wait one second. Then two. Three.

“Hello?” Her sleepy voice comes through the phone.

You wonder if she’d been dreaming about you, and nostalgia sinks its knife into your chest as you remember those quiet mornings waking up beside her.

“Viiii!” you whistle, dragging out her name, afraid you might never get to say it again, though you decide to blame it on the alcohol. “Remember that time we almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of that bar you like…? What was it called again…?”

“Are you drunk?” she asks bluntly.

“Whaaat? Meee?” You laugh. “Is that really how badly you remember me?“

“Are you alone?”

“Ever since you left me, yeah,” you whine.

You can hear her let out a soft laugh on the other end of the line.

The two of you hadn’t ended things on bad terms. You were just at very different points in your lives, and she needed time. It was the perfect example of right person, wrong time.

“Are you alone?” she asks again.

You hear a bit of rustling in the background. She’s gotten out of bed and is looking for the jeans she wore earlier that day, along with her combat boots.

“No. Mel and Sky are here, but it’s not the same without you.”

“Please tell me where you are. I’m on my way.” You hear the jingle of her keys.

“Oh, my hero!” you exclaim, throwing your head back and immediately smacking it against the graffiti-covered bathroom stall. “Ugh.”

Vi spends the next few minutes trying to get an address out of you, but eventually she gets fed up and messages Mel directly.

Despite everything Mel warned her about, less than ten minutes later, Vi’s arms are wrapped around you as she guides you toward the exit.

“I’ll take care of her,” she assures your friends, who stare at you in disappointment after you did the very first thing they told you not to do.

Thankfully, the drive isn’t long, and before long you’re fast asleep in the passenger seat.

Once she gets you back to her apartment, she carefully settles you onto her bed and slips off your shoes Then she trades your party clothes for one of her old hockey jerseys from college.

Just as Vi leans down to drape a blanket over you, you begin to regain a little awareness.

“Vi…” you mumble, reaching out to cup her cheek. You have no idea how you’re supposed to form the words, but somehow they slip out anyway. “I love you, Violet.”

Vi’s eyes widen, and for a moment she freezes.

She has to fight the instinctive urge to answer “I love you too”. Instead, she swallows hard and reminds herself, more for her own sake than your.

“You’re drunk.” gently, she takes your hand away from her face.

Your words stay with her long after you’ve drifted off on her couch.

People always say drunk words are sober thoughts.

She tries not to dwell on it. There will be plenty of time to think about it tomorrow, when she’s dealing with her ex-girlfriend’s hangover

paring: knight! vi x princess! reader

summary: after years of war, your loyal knight has returned to your arms. as the future queen, is your responsibility to show her your gratitude for her service to the kingdom

contains: forbidden love, medieval au, yearn, oral (vi! receiving), minor & men dni

Two years had passed since the last time you saw her. So many things had changed since then, yet your love for Violet never could. It would survive every battle the kingdom was forced to face.

Beneath an old tree in the castle gardens sat your favorite place in the entire palace ever since childhood. Freedom existed there somehow. It was where you first met her, and where she kissed you for the first time despite knowing the risks that came with something so simple.

Flower crowns rested in your lap, violets, specifically. The memory of one quiet afternoon with her drifts back into your mind: sitting in her lap while carefully placing your newest creation atop her head as she nervously protested, terrified the two of you would be discovered.

The geopolitical conflicts between kingdoms and the war itself had become the object of your resentment for taking your beloved Violet away from your arms.

Nothing had been heard from her since the last letter she sent nine months ago. No confirmation that she was alive. None that she was dead either. Thoughts like that were easier ignored, just like the upcoming acceleration of your coronation as queen.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”

The wind carries a voice toward you, one recognizable even amongst the finest musicians in the kingdom performing for a royal gala.

The flower crown slips from your hands as you turn around and finally see her.

Her unmistakable pink hair had grown longer since the last time your fingers braided through it. Cuts and bruises scattered across her freckled face. Eyes still the same color as the sky on a peaceful spring afternoon. Her armor remained spotless as always despite the circumstances, though one arm hung at her side in a poorly made sling.

“Violet!”

The shriek leaves you the second you jump to your feet, the sudden movement far too improper for a princess.

For one horrible moment, it feels like the cruel illusion of some witch. Slowly, carefully, your hand reaches for her face just to make sure she’s truly there. Violet melts beneath your touch instantly, her uninjured hand settling over yours.

“Gods, I missed you so much.”

Arms wrap tightly around her neck as tears finally spill against the cold metal of her armor.

“I know, I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving again unless you ask me to.”

“If you leave again, I’ll have them strip you of your title.”

Only then do you pull away, driven by the selfish need to look into her eyes again.

She admires you in silence, the way sunlight spills across your hair, the way your dress hugs your figure so perfectly it almost feels cruel.

Countless battles have been won under her command, yet restraint has never been one of her greatest strengths. Not when it comes to you. Desire overwhelms reason far too easily after years spent apart.

The sudden movement pushes you abruptly against the tree, though a quiet groan immediately escapes her lips after carelessly aggravating the injury in her arm. Still, after so many years of waiting, pain hardly matters anymore.

Screw the knight’s code.

The time made you forget how perfectly her lips fit against yours, like a sword in a stone. You moan as her tongue entwines with yours in perfect harmony, after you’ve given it the slightest opening.

You feel her hands struggling with the laces of your corset; though she’s no novice, her injured hand poses a major challenge.

“Wait,” you pull away with a growl, but she immediately makes up for it by paying attention to your neck. “I’d like to be the one to take care of you this time.”

Your words paralyze her.

“What?” Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, surprise written all over her face.

“You heard me,” you say firmly. “You’re badly wounded. You’ve just returned victorious from a war. It’s my duty to thank you for your service to the kingdom.”

“It’s not necessary, my princess…”

“Violet,” you interrupt, taking her chin between your fingers and forcing her to look at you. “Please, you deserve it.”

She always loses to you; there’s no need to fight anymore, because she knew she was going to surrender anyway.

That’s how she ends up in your royal bedchamber. Her tattooed back resting against your soft pillows and sheets fit for royalty, arching with every touch of your tongue that teases her swollen clitoris.

She had fought armies, men twice her size, and had always emerged victorious. It was ironic how all it took to bring her to her knees was the gaze of a princess. Her princess.

No one had ever made her feel this way. Maybe she had died on the battlefield, and this was heaven.

Look at you, still in your beautiful dress, doing everything to please her, to the point where your jaw aches, and her armor has been scattered around the room for quite some time now.

“You’re doing very well…” she praises you, and feels her vision blur.

“You’re taking me so well, my loyal knight” you hum

She lets out a loud moan as she feels your mouth suck on her pussy, and to maintain her position, she grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your face closer to her.

“It feels so gooood, princess… nnngh I’m close”

You lick like a hungry woman until you can taste her climax, and all you can hear is her ragged breathing. You give her a soft kiss on the thigh before lying down beside her and caressing her face.

Even after all these years, you still manage to be each other’s ruin and redemption all at once.

“Next time be quieter, someone might have heard us, Violet,” you scold her, absentmindedly playing with her hair.

“Will there be a next time?” she smiles mischievously.

A laugh escapes from your throat and you give her a peck on the lips.

“You can count on it.”

Vi takes your hand in hers, so delicate against her own, covered in scars. Only then does she notice the jewelry shining against your ring finger.

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: you and vi go on a first date

word count: 1.8k

contains: no use of y/n, mentions of vaping, r is wearing makeup and a dress, running out of a restaurant without paying (don’t try this at home kids), modern au, piltie!reader, r being a picky eater, pure fluff

a/n: this is clearly inspired by olivia odrigo's single and that taivan scene cuz im rewatching yj and i miss them sm. and while i’m here PLEASE someone send me vi requests i’m begging 😭

It wasn’t your first date, but it was your first one with Vi. Maybe that’s why your hands were sweating

You were the one who made the first move, something she wasn’t really used to, so your directness caught her off guard. The two of you met at a mutual friend’s party, exchanged a few words and a strawberry-flavored vape. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you think that maybe you and her would make a good combination

With that in mind, it took you a while to decide you were tired of just stalking her online and resisting the urge to like her stories at the gym or during band practice. Eventually, you asked your friend for her number and finally reached out to her.

Days passed en changing texts and late-night phone calls that stretched well past midnight, until finally, , you decide to invite her out to dinner at an Italian restaurant that, luckily, isn’t far from either of your apartments

You can’t help but think back to the day you first saw her, the way her blue eyes lit up beneath the neon lights of the bar as you apply eyeshadow in the same shade to your eyelids

A bit of lip gloss is added even when there’s a small thought that, if the night goes well enough, it might end up unnecessary anyway. Still, sacrificing vanity over a fantasy felt ridiculous. After one final glance in the mirror and smoothing down the skirt of your violet dress, you finally head out the door

Luckily, there wasn’t much waiting involved. By the time you stepped inside the restaurant, Vi had already arrived. She greeted you with a casual hug, which you returned by wrapping your arms around her neck

“You look… beautiful,” she murmured

Her gaze never once leaving you as the two of you pulled apart and took your seats, draping the elegant napkins across your

Nothing seemed capable of stealing her attention away from you, not even the crash of a glass hitting the floor somewhere across the restaurant

“Thanks,” you said, doing your best to ignore how warm your face suddenly felt and hoping she wouldn’t notice the deep blush creeping across your cheeks

“And you look really handsome today…” you added before immediately stumbling over your words. “I mean, you always do.”

Luckily, she doesn’t make a comment, even though you know she always seems to have one for every situation. Instead, she simply raises an eyebrow and lets out a soft laugh.

You silently thank her for it. Any other ambiguous reaction would have probably sent you spiraling into paranoia.

The evening unfolds with an easy kind of comfort. No awkward silences, no forced laughter. She was from Zaun, and you had grown up in an luxuries Piltover apartment building, yet contrary to what some might have expected, being together felt effortless, as if this was exactly how things were meant to be.

Once the waiter leaves after taking your order, Vi immediately starts teasing you about your choice of meal. She had ordered pesto pasta with goat cheese, while you had gone for the plain spaghetti and meatballs from the kids’ menu.

“I can’t believe you brought me to the best Italian restaurant in town just to order that.”

“Hey, the other pastas have weird textures!” you protested.

Vi tells you an exaggerated childhood story about how she used to steal candy with her friends. You laugh, offering one of your own in return about how much you hated being forced to share your birthday cake as a kid.

She talks about band practice and how safe she feels when she’s with them, mentioning that if things go well, maybe they could make something bigger out of it someday. You support the idea without hesitation.

Since the topic had already come up, you casually mention wanting to learn how to play an instrument someday, only for her to immediately offer herself as your guitar teacher.

“Wait, you’ve got something here.”

With one of her calloused fingers, she wipes away a small bit of tomato sauce from beneath your bottom lip. Once it’s gone, the spot where her touch had been seems to burn against your skin.

It’s nearly eleven by the time you realize how much time has passed. Only a few bites of spaghetti remain on your plate. Vi had finished eating several minutes ago, but talking too much tends to make you forget about other important things, like actually eating.

The restaurant is close to closing. Soon, one of you will have to ask for the check, and that means the night will be over.

Everything feels perfect, and you don’t want it to end. Some selfish part of you wishes the two of you could stay like this forever.

It’s been a long time since you last felt this way. Peaceful. Life gets complicated, and somewhere along the way, you start neglecting yourself a little too much. Maybe that’s why it had been so long since you’d allowed yourself to feel something for someone again. Since you’d genuinely enjoyed another person’s company this much.

Vi rests her chin against her fist over the table, nodding along to every word leaving your mouth, her blue eyes carefully following the rhythm of your voice.

For a brief moment, you notice her gaze flicker down toward your lips, only for it to dart away so quickly that you convince yourself you must’ve imagined it.

“What?” she laughs.

“Nothing,” you blink, only now realizing how long you’d been staring at her, and that somewhere along the way, you’d stopped talking. “Maybe we should ask for the check.”

You mentally curse yourself. Idiot

You reach into your bag for your wallet the second the waiter comes back with the check, but Vi immediately stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, sounding almost offended.

“I’m paying. I’m the one who invited you to dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that. I wanna pay,” she insists.

“Okay… what if we each pay for our own?” you offer instead.

That’s when you notice the crooked smile slowly forming on her face, the kind that always means trouble.

“Or…” she lowers her voice into a whisper, “we could just not pay.”

“What? Absolutely not!” you immediately protest.

“Oh, come on. I used to do this with my siblings all the time when we were kids in Zaun.”

She looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes imaginable, the kind you can never say no to.

“You’re a terrible influence, Violet,” you roll your eyes, only making her grin widen.

Hopefully, she doesn’t notice the effect she has on you as you follow her instructions, pretending to head toward the bathroom only to slip out through the emergency exit instead.

A startled yelp escapes you when cold fingers suddenly wrap around your wrist, not realizing she had been right behind you the entire time.

“Hope you can run fast, sweetheart.”

She drags you down the hallway just as the door swings open behind the two of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

“Move!” she laughs, tugging you forward without warning.

The two of you sprint out of the alleyway, trying not to get caught by the footsteps chasing after you. At some point, you end up weaving through traffic just to lose him, earning several angry car horns in return.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest from the adrenaline.

Or maybe it’s just her.

Eventually, you duck into another alleyway to catch your breath once you’re sure the waiter is nowhere near you anymore. The second your eyes meet, laughter bursts out of both of you at the exact same time.

“God, if you ever become some famous guitarist, you’re gonna get canceled for that,” you wheeze between laughs.

“So this is your first time getting into trouble, huh?” she teases with a smug smile.

“Is it that obvious?”

She steps closer.

The distance between you becomes almost nonexistent, personal space clearly meaning nothing to Vi. Gently, she brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear, her intense gaze melting into yours.

Without thinking, your hands cup her face as you crash your lips against hers. Vi instantly responds, gripping your waist and pinning you softly against the wall.

A shaky breath escapes into the kiss at the exact moment you feel her smiling against your lips. After all the tension that had been building between the two of you, there’s nothing soft about it.

Every coherent thought leaves your mind entirely, and if the wall behind you hadn’t been supporting your weight, you’re pretty sure your knees would’ve given out right then and there.

When you finally pull apart for air, Vi rests her forehead against yours while your thumb gently traces the Roman numeral tattoo on her cheek.

“Wanna come over to my apartment for a bit?” she asks softly. “Maybe we could rent a movie or something.”

You nod immediately, even though some part of you already knows she might regret asking later.

Because once you’re there, you’re never going to want to leave.