You're not safe here (Vi Arcane x Reader)/(Jinx Arcane x Reader)

Informal declarations of war

Violet was distraught after the fight. And she let you know. Not by telling you. No, you grew to learn that wasn't a very 'Vi' thing.

She punched things. The floor, the bars on the ledge, you're pretty sure she even punched herself at some point.

Caitlyn did a good job of calming her down. Vi wasn't very receptive, but it calmed her down enough for her to sit down. Caitlyn sitting next to her, and you leaning against the one ledge you hadn't allowed her to punch.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror. You normally weren't this vain, but your face meant a lot to you. More than one person has called you angel-face. More than one person has paid you for having an angel-face. Now the angel had a scratch on its face. You couldn't help but see it as a sign of something bad. You were so deep into your thoughts you didn't even notice Caitlyn and Vi looking at you from the floor, this was starting to become a pattern.

You could've looked at them to speak, but you decided to switch it up. You stayed looking at yourself as you muttered the words. "She loves you, Violet. A lot. You're truly are her whole world."

She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. You knew what she was thi-...you couldn't even finish that thought before you felt a force pull you to the floor next to them. Was she...hugging you?

You saw the tattoos on the arm that was holding you close to her. You wanted to say something along the lines of 'what the fuck?' or 'get off me right the fuck now'. Instead you were filled by a feeling of peace...no, this wasn't peace. It was a feeling of...home.

You instinctively pulled your hand towards Caitlyn. She grabbed it and got pulled into the hug. The three of you melted into each other's warmth. You really, really wish you didn't like this feeling. Needless to say, you liked this feeling.

You walked the lanes in silence with the intent to reach Caitlyn's place. You weren't going to stay there, you were just going to drop them off and then come up with some dumb excuse to go to your apartment and sleep all day.

"You did good in that fight, Y/N." Caitlyn said, almost cheerfully.

You let out a yawn in response. She giggled. You stopped dead in your tracks. No. This was no laughing matter. You hadn't noticed how tired you were. You had to be tired though, to let out a yawn in public? Your etiquette teacher would've killed you on the spot.

It didn't take long for you to realize.

"No." They both looked at you confused. "No, no, not again. Fuck my life not again." The sleeping gas had already filled your lungs more than once or twice over. In a second everything went black. You hoped on everything you cared for this wouldn't become a pattern as well.

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You woke up to the sound of Caitlyn grunting. You could tell it was Caitlyn because of her voice, not because you saw her. That's because you couldn't see her. You couldn't see anything.

Her grunting intensified as she spoke. "I knew it was a mistake trusting you.

"You've been a real picnic yourself." The voice of Vi retorts.

"I'm not the one that walked us into, not one, but two of Silco's traps."

"This isn't Silco, it's someone else."

"How do you know?"

"Cause we'd already be dead."

You can't take this back and forth, not in the state you're in. "Yo, can the two of you shut the fuck up? Stop fighting, there's room for both of your hands inside my puss-"

"Y/N, How the fuck are you so calm?" Vi questions.

Caitlyn's voice doesn't let you answer. "Focus! When were you planning on telling me that your lunatic sister works for him?"