𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊【Vi x fem!reader】

-Gun for Hire-

Sevika's face turned into horror as more shots followed, targeting her hand primarily, yet the gun for hire quickly changed its trajectory as she took cover, now facing the injured girl laying on the hard, cold, and windy alleyway, ready to fire any second now.

"Cait...? Don't shoot! Vi, head down! Violet!!" A shout's echo reigned throughout the secluded backstreet, mighty over all worldly noises, the girl's feelings clear as the blue sky above in her dear home of Piltover, yet that was still not enough.

The piercing sound of a gun resounded, surrounding them with the ominous feeling of loss as (Y/N)'s legs gave out from running just one step from reaching the pink-haired girl's body. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she slowly opened her eyes which were previously closed due to shock, revealing a clean bullet stopping right at her feet. The shooter missed, and she had never in her life sighed so loudly in relief. Her expression turned sour quickly though, as she made eye contact with the said wielder of the gun.

"That is a convict, (Y/N). I'm not doubting your work whatsoever, but I didn't think you'd get to the point where you'd break out a lag. Did she bribe you? Or maybe threaten?" Caitlyn slowly descended from the zenith she had mounted and continued her footing toward the two women while still keeping a safe distance from them.

"Are you out of your mind? How can you even think of that after we've spent so many years together? This here is none of your business, Caitlyn. You should've stayed at home as I told you, and yet you... You followed me all the way through, didn't you?" (Y/N)'s eyes shifted from Violet to Caitlyn and so on, worried that the dark-haired girl might have a trick up her sleeve. As injured as Vi was, she didn't want to let her guard down as her ears perked up at the ongoing fight, yet all she could do at that moment was to try to keep consciousness. Her breath hitched as the throbbing pain was taking over. It was as if chubby clouds wandered in front of her ashy eyes, and she closed them as the adrenaline from the earlier fight vanished. Blood filled the pavement underneath her, and she just kept bleeding without a stop to it.

"I followed you because I knew something was fishy about this, and I was right. Hypothetically that is, if there's no explanation you're willing to give me." She adjusted the headpiece of the clever disguise she had prepared to blend in better with the crowd.

"Just go back Cait. I don't wanna ruin our relationship. Go to my office. All the explanation is in the third left drawer written in a raggedy notebook hidden in the back. You'll piece it together if you look at the corkboard as well. Believe in me this time only. This investigation will put an end to it all. I've been working on this for more than you think, and my plan will be achieved no matter what. I mean, if it doesn't work, you can report me to Marcus, with all due respect. That will surely get you a pretty neat position, won't it?" (Y/N) presented her a warm, friendly smile, approaching the girl with a set of keys and placing them into her palm, presumably the keys to her house and the drawer she had been talking about.

"Why are you doing this? Why all alone? We've been working on this together, so why didn't you take me with you too?" She grimaced, her expression nothing but a hideous and dangerous emotion. It was jealousy, envy, or maybe even a bitter betrayal on a deeper level, one she could not yet understand herself, and where these feelings first arose from. One thing was certain, they were taking over her before ever so pure heart, painting it an ugly black with huge strokes, and when you thought it couldn't get any darker, more layers came to be. This was the neverending cycle she had to bear not by choice, but by the cruel fate inflicted upon her by no one and everyone at the same time. The feeling of emptiness in her chest hit like a stratum of noble rock piling down, a feeling so overwhelming it began to burst, yet those layers were none other but those of her life and struggles, shown explicitly in oneself's intricate design of heart, whether that's anatomical or metaphorical. As result, her eyes became glassy in a matter of seconds, no longer able to compress such emotions anymore.

"Because I care about you. I told you numerous times, this is my field of expertise. It's dangerous for you to be down here. Just go back, please. There's no time to lose. Marcus will think we plotted something and send people down here, so I beg of you, leave this place and do not come back." Her body traveled close to hers, pulling her into a mellow embrace, slowly washing away all of her thoughts for the moment. It was magical how Caitlyn seemed like her old self again.

The cycle was completed once again, from ugliness to beauty, once again, never to perish.

"A hand, cupcake? Or am I a convict to you too?" Violet's frail voice made its way to (Y/N)'s ears as Caitlyn departed, soon to be out of sight.

"Sorry about that... Any ideas where we can patch this up?" She analyzed the gushing wound as the girl leaned on her for support while standing. Her eyes descended onto the ground right after with a visibly pained expression.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" A laugh emerged from the pink-haired woman as they too departed from the scene.

"I promised I wouldn't leave you ever again, and now that I did look what happened. I'm genuinely sorry, Violet, I really am." (Y/N)'s voice cracked as it got near the end of the sentence, painting an even more sorrowful scene, but Violet couldn't be happier at that moment. Her body felt surprisingly light in the half embrace that the one and only love of her life offered her, and even if this was bound to be her last day in this forsaken world she had all too well taken for granted her entire life, she was still happy. The pained smile she had plastered on her light complexion never left for that reason, and that reason only.

"You're so sweet, (Y/N), just like a cupcake..."