Photophobia [Vi x Reader]

Prologue

Fire, an element in which completely destroys civilizations and pushes war throughout countries. It was something that seemed so eternal but couldn't possibly survive in cold weathers. A girl laid comfortably in the center of a road with flames ripping and grabbing at things closest to it. She slowly opened her eyes, then began to sit up. Her hands grabbed around her, as if searching for something. When she seemed to couldn't find it, she finally looked up. Her eyes widened at the sight around her.

Flames licked at the air with buildings completely engulfed in. The fires snarled at her menacingly. Y/N scattered away from the flame, then pushed herself to her feet. She knew from conversation with her family that fire wasn't a safe thing to be around. Especially when it was hindering her from being able to breath. She turned on her heel and headed down the cobblestone path. Her feet carried her toward the direction of Piltover.

The council building loomed ahead. It's structure we're built on rare materials that seemed far to perfect to be peering over a dangerous situation. Y/N had the intention of running there. It seemed to be the only safe space she could think of. She felt a hand rip her away from her course and she was shoved to the ground. Her cheek hit the ground roughly which sent pain through her whole entire face.

A person with a mask looms over the girl, then aims his gun at the woman. "Oi!" A voice calls. Another figure bolts over and shoved the gun down. "What do you think you're doing?!" The voice shouted. It seemed to be a woman's voice.

"Taking out garbage." The man muttered, lifting his gun up once more.

"You can't do that! It's just a child. What do you think you'll gain if you do this?!" The voice growled, swiping at the gun but the man moves it away just in time.

"It's undercity skum. She'll be thankful if I put her out of her misery." The figure growled.

Y/N's face still lays against the ground, frozen in terror. She didn't know what else to do besides lay there. She knew better than anyone that when a gun was pointed at you, there wasn't anything you can do. It was only a matter of time whether a person saves her, he doesn't shoot, or he does shoot. This was a timing situation, and she knew that. Her eyes snapped between the two of them, then down the pathway. Smoke clouded everything around them which made it hard to see past five feet. However, Through the smoke, a tall silhouette stood. The two glanced over into the smoke, and Y/N took this as an opportunity. She grabbed the gun from the man's hands and bolted up to her feet. Her hands were quick as she aimed the gun at him.

The man's face was hidden by the gas mask, but she could tell by the stiffness of his shoulders that he was shocked. Y/N studied the sway of his shoulders to see if he would try and swipe at the gun but he remained still. The figure came closer, two figures comfortably snug up against his shoulders. They were fast asleep with particles of soot and dust scrubbed against their faces. "Put the gun down, little one." The man muttered, his eyes staring at her. Behind them, she could see remanence of his past, a whisper of a forgotten man. His heart seemed to have embers of his past forge, withered away by the dust than seemed to swarm around him. Y/N could see this, the expressions so perfectly engulfed on his war stricken face. She couldn't will herself to shoot, so she dropped the gun. The clattering of the metal against the ground seemed to be the only sound- but it was enough to set a reminder of what was going on. Dizziness passed over her and she felt herself crumple against the ground. The smoke had become too much for her young lungs to handle.

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*a couple years later*

Feet scattered against brick like rats along the roofs of Piltover. Five children scuttle along, a mission seemingly to be along in their minds. A girl with pink hair leads the group- the leader. "Come on guys!" She rushes, sparing a glance behind her.

Two boys run behind her with gear strapped tightly against their thighs. One of them is a boy with brown hair and bushy eyebrows, and the other a heavier boy with goggles strapped comfortable against his eyes. Two others are behind her, a girl two years older than the pink haired girl was holding a blue haired girl in her arms. The skinnier boy twists his head over to look at the girl, then groans in annoyance. "Really, Y/N? Powder can handle herself!" He shouts as he comes to a halt a couple feet from her.

Y/N rolls her eyes at him and adjust Powder so that she had better grip on her. "Shut up, Mylo. I don't want Powder to get hurt." She barked, coming to a halt in front of him.

The pink haired girl approached the two girls and lifted her eyebrow. "Powder, do you want to walk?" The girl asks, tilting her head to the side.

Powder looked over, then looks at Y/N, then to Mylo. Her eyebrows scrunch up together to signify she was thinking. When she came up with the answer, she squeezed Y/N to hug her, then whispered something in her ear. Y/N nodded her head and gently placed her on the roof. "She's got this." Y/N hummed, flashing her pearly whites. She was answered with a wink from Vi, and a scowl from Mylo.

The group began to run again, their footsteps sounding as though they were running along a sewer. It seemed to echo, but it was all in Y/N's head. Her hearing and scent were significantly heightened with an ability to sense when people were nearby. It helped the crew to be able to get away from situations, but it seemed useless since most of the times they were always out before anyone would notice. An opening between an ally way alerts the group and they hop easily between the crack. Y/N makes sure to stand close to Powder, a protector in case she missed her step. She watched Powder jump easily and Y/N followed after. The three oldest come to a stop and Y/N finds herself curious of why they step. She slows down; then comes up beside Vi. Her eyes follow Vi's face, then avert to where she was looking.

The separation fo two buildings were far to big for them to simply hop over. Below, Piltover residents walk comfortably as if they had no idea what was transpiring. Y/N averted her eyes to Powder and used her ears to try and sense what isn't of emotion Powder was feeling. She could hear the quickening of her heartbeat and the catch of her breath as she realized she would be forced to jump over this space. Y/N glanced to Vi. "Vi," she trails off. "Is there an easier way around?" She asks.

Vi glances to Y/N, then flashes her teeth. "Scared?" She teases as she makes her move to slide down the roof. Brick flies from the tip of her toes as she slides along the material. She catches herself against the gutters then grips only a part of the roof. She lunges forward, then lands on the other side of the roof. It shifted under her weight but she remained stable. Mylo followed followed suit and executed the move perfectly. Claggor simply hopped over without a sweat with a cupcake clamped tightly in his jaws. Y/N glanced to Powder as if to gesture for her to go.

Across the opening, Mylo and Claggor seem to be trying to figure out what they should do. They weren't sure if Powder was going to jump. Vi stepped closer toward the ledge. "You got this Powder! You're ready!" She shouts.

Powder takes a deep breath in, then slides down roof. The bricks kick up under her small feet and sprawl around in every direction. She leaps forward once she's close to the ledge. Her arms swung around her as if to gain momentum in her jump, then she lands. Her feet hit the other side but with the way she had leapt, she tumbled backward. Luckily, her sister caught her just in time and fixed her step. Powder hears a noise beside her and glanced to the side to see Y/N kneeled down on the side they were at. They didn't waste any time before they continued on their route.