𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊【Vi x fem!reader】

-Mystery Girl-

Broken and abandoned buildings hidden by tall structures with narrow bridges built in between, neon lights of all colors making their way out the secluded windows, heavy air settling down as numerous crowds pass, pushing each other from side to side, all highlighted by a violent, unrivaled green hue.

"Not much has changed from the last time I've been here, has it, Vander?" A fierce-looking female wearing the uniform of an enforcer walked over to the man who was presumably waiting for a certain someone to arrive.

A younger female slowly trailed after her, eyes gleaming at the sudden change of scenery brought into her life, but a raspy, manly cough quickly woke her up from her heavenly trance, causing her (e/c) eyes to face the noticeably larger man as she has never seen before.

"This is (Y/N). Take good care of her, Vander. Be sure that she doesn't get into any trouble." The woman audibly smirked through her mask, leaving the girl there sticking out like a sore thumb with all her luggage and fancy clothes in front of the man's bar.

"Let's go in, it's better to get you inside for now." He carefully placed his hand on her shoulder, softly guiding the way in as he took all of her luggage with him. He led her to a certain basement-like room, in which four other kids, most of them around the same age as the (h/c)-haired girl, were arguably each minding their own business until the door hurriedly opened to reveal her appearance to them.

All eyes instantly planted on her shamelessly, not a second left for her to breathe.

"We've talked about this before, so I better not hear anything about it now, understood? Vi, the two of you will share a bed, no buts. I have to work now, so introduce yourselves and be nice." Vander left her luggage on the cold floor, slowly returning back to the surface of the bar, closing the door behind him with a creak.

She was left all alone in what felt like a room full of hungry hyenas, never taking their eyes off the frail prey they surrounded all around. One pair of eyes seemed to be especially drawn to the girl's figure, yet they soon averted, the owner of whom finally decided to make the first move of introducing everyone.

"Vi. That's Mylo, Claggor, and Powder, my little sister." Her ashy eyes looked deep within the girl's complexion as if piercing her with that cold gaze of hers, yet it weirdly felt comforting.

In all truthfulness, (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at her every move as well. Her pink hair with a faint hue of red in the shadow of the dim basement put together with her ashy blue intimidating eyes, along with her fair skin tone were all perfect, and the only thing she could think about was 'What's a girl like her doing here?'.

"Nice to meet all of you, sorry for the slight disturbance. My name is (Y/N)." The (h/c)-haired girl briefly talked, only for one of the two boys to scoff and roll his eyes in utter annoyance at her politeness.

"What do you have in those bags anyway? Anything valuable?" He shamelessly started going through them, to which Vi quickly interfered with a death glare, fending him off.

"To tell you the truth, I only came here to paint the Undercity so the others at the top would notice it as well. All the belongings I've brought are for that reason only. People, landscapes, everything works for me." (Y/N) glanced around the room, averting everyone else's persistent glares.

"That's all? To paint?" The girl she now knew as Vi came briefly into her view, intrigued by her pure and unexpected intentions. It was almost too good to be true.

"Mhm. I want the first thing I paint here to be pretty. How about you be my model for this one?" (Y/N) nonchalantly made eye contact with the girl, her cheeks seeming like they would soon turn the nice, pink color of her slicked-back hair. It was safe to say that poor Violet got laughed at because of the nice compliment she received from the outsider she met not even 15 minutes ago.

"Enough of that. Boys, Powder, outside. You have to wear something less appealing if you want to step foot outside." Vi hurriedly kicked everyone but (Y/N) out and ravaged through the spare clothes she had, giving the outsider the best she had while not good enough to not be seen as one of the Undercity's resident.

"Here you go, wear them." The pink-haired girl handed her a nice pair of casual black pants and a long-sleeved jacket with a hood, clothes that in Piltover wouldn't be considered more than rags, yet the young lady of the (L/N) household gladly accepted them, softly touching the other girl's bandaged hands in the process, sending weirdly unfamiliar shivers down her spine.

"Do you mind turning around?" 

"I'm not a creep." Her whole body turned with one swift motion, but her ears perked up at the sound of clothes getting neatly folded and then placed on the couch. Nevertheless, she waited until her intuition told her it was okay to take a peek at the guest in the room.

The clothes were fully embraced by Vi's sweet yet subtle scent, one that fitted her quite well in the girl's well-hidden thoughts.

"It suits you." Vi mumbled, her light eyes orbiting from side to side as the girl put everything she needed in one compact wooden box with a handle on it to carry it by.

"Does it?" (Y/N) smirked, her back still facing Vi, but this didn't sit quite right with her.

"Is this how people act in Piltover?" She blurted out, pink strands of her hair slowly falling on the sides of her soft frame as she took (Y/N) by her hand to turn her around. Their eyes briefly met, keen on keeping eye contact as long as they could like it was a competition their life depended on.

"Oh, don't look at me with those eyes. Let's go, don't pout with that pretty face of yours." (Y/N) teased and left the room along with her medium-sized box, leaving Vi alone in all of her confusion.

"Damn Piltie."